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seraphdreams · 5 months

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I don’t need a “”man”” I need toxic ex bf gojo who threatens other potential partners and doesn’t let other men near you and drags you away from your friends bc they’re getting more attention than he is and “”just so happens”” to be at the clubs you’re at with your friends (btw where are you going dressed like that sweetheart?? Trying to entice other men?? Silly you, now you’re getting fucked in the backseat of his car and he’s not gonna let you cum until you tell him you love him)

the thing with satoru is that he’s cocky — he fucking knows what his dick does to you , and the way you try sooo hard to deny that fact . . drooling all over the seats as he miraculously has you face down ass up in the backseat, his large frame hovering over you while he circles at your clit (like he used to when you’d both cuddled together) . . . you have to miss him, why else would you go out of your way to try and impress someone else if not to get back at your annoying ex? the sensation of the pads of his fingers tapping lightly against your clit while he’s shallowly fucking you with just the tip, has you whining . . begging . .

a sweet cacophony of “‘toru, please.” , “it’s not enough.” , “lemme cum, daddy.” have him smug as fucking ever . . look at you, only wanting to cum instead of revealing your true feelings towards him — of course, you loved him. who wouldn’t? but you’re in a battle of pride and your heart is set on winning.

oh, how he’d lean down and press soft kisses on your sensitive neck (just as he did when he was trying to butter you up the first time you caught him cheating). maybe you should’ve let him go then, yet in the back of your mind your only thought was no one else could fuck you like satoru gojo could.

so perhaps you do love him. perhaps you let the word slip, but undoubtedly so, he’s slipping the tip completely in and giving you exactly what you want — to squirt all over his cock n go dumb from the pleasure.

#this was way longer and way more cinematic than i intended #oh well !!#ex boyfie gojo is just so yummy #especially when you constantly remind him that you’re done #you’re never done with him and you can keep saying it until you believe it #cause god knows HE doesn’t #or you can give into him just one more time and show you why he’s hooked #mmmmmmmm #seraph.replies!#seraph.ohimsummer!#.thirsts’#gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #satoru gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut

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mondaymelon · 7 months

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— 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮! ♡

໒꒱ || :feat~ lyney, freminet, wriothesley, neuvillette x gn!reader:

໒꒱ || cw: fluff <3 maybe a lil ooc since i havent done the fontaine quests yet, wrio is whipped !!

⤷ giving your fontaine boyfriend flowers ♡

“Oh? For me?”

LYNEY’s expression is one of delight as he holds the bouquet of roses you’ve gifted him, smiling gratefully. The shining excitement in his vibrant eyes, however, doesn’t quite translate into how ecstatic he really is… because usually, he’s not used to being on the receiving end of affection, since the charmingly flirty magician is constantly the one to make you glow red.

“They reminded me of you…” You laugh sheepishly, watching his grin only grow.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, love.” He moves the flowers to one hand as the other finds its way resting on the small of your back, giving you something to lean on as he moves forward and gives you a quick peck on your cheek, light and fleeting. “So I’ll show you my thanks, hm?” His voice is low as he stares at you, something earnest in his gaze as his violet irises twinkle. You nod, slowly, unsure of what he implies, but you know him well enough to not be startled as he swiftly moves forward and meets his lips to yours. You can feel his warmth… is it because he’s a pyro user? It’s hard to think about anything, especially when you’re pressed up against him like this, mind blank as his mouth moves against yours.

He speaks as he pulls away with a slight smile, and your hand instinctively latches onto the hem of his coat. “Not enough for you?” You can hear the smirk in his tone. “C’mon now, we can’t be too greedy, love~”

“What? No, I just-!” You hastily release your grasp on his clothes, face growing hot. “Lyney, you know I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I know, I know, it’s just so fun to tease you, y’know?” He lets out a laugh at your pouting expression. “I can’t help it, really.”

There’s no winning against this man. “Hah… alright, alright…” You glance up in surprise as Lyney gently moves you out of his arms and starts to stand up.

“Aw, don’t look so sad, I just have something for you too! Surely one kiss or two isn’t enough to repay the gift you’ve given me?” He smiles as he reaches for his signature hat, which dangles on the coat rack. You watch in awe. How come his every movement is still so graceful?

“Lyney, I don’t need repaym-” You’re cut off as the man flourishes his arms - You blink, and all of a sudden there’s a bouquet of his own in his hands, splendid yellow roses, fully in bloom. “Wh-”

“Tada!” He bows, looking pleased with himself as he stares at the flowers in your arms, then up at you. “Now we match~” He holds up his own bouquet with a beam.

“W-When did you-”

“Magic.”

“So you can create just about everything with magic, huh…” You stare at the roses in silent wonder.

“Ah ah, not everything!” Lyney bounces on his feet, watching the look of curiosity on your face with an air of amusement. One of his sparkling eyes closes in a wink.

“No magic could ever conjure up something as limitless as my love for you!” ♡

“H-Huh? Flowers? For… me?”

FREMINET’s eyes are wide as he hesitantly holds the flowers in his hands, looking rather anxious. “But… why?” The poor male glances from the roses in his hands back to your face nervously, studying your features. “Y-You should’ve told me so that I would’ve had flowers for you too…!”

“There’s no need for you to give me a gift, Min. I just got you a bouquet because I felt like it, no reason.” You beam at him as his face only grows redder. “There’s really no need to get embarrassed!”

“Ah… but I feel bad…” He shakes his head, lightly colored hair swaying with his movements. You can hear him mumble under his breath, quietly to himself: “...omorrow…ing…”

“What was that?” You blink at him, confused. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“N-Nothing! Uhm… do you want to go somewhere today? You’ve put me in a good mood, so…” He smiles softly, and the air around him seems to glow with the sheer brilliance of it. You match his smile with one of your own, watching as he takes the flowers out of the bouquet and arranges them into an intricately decorated vase, half-filled with water. Gazing at him is like observing a masterpiece at work, although you know far too well that the male’s job certainly has nothing to with that of a florist, yet the movement of his skillful hands captures your attention anyhow.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been looking at me for quite a while… is there something on my face?” Upon noticing how your eyes are fixated on him, he flinches, ears flaring red.

“No, you just look pretty today. You look pretty every day, Min.” It’s hard to restrain your laughter as you watch Freminet bury his face in his hands, his red ears visible from behind his hair.

“Don’t tease me…!”

“But it’s true.”

“D-Do you want to go to town or not…?” He shifts a finger, hesitantly peeking an eye out between them. “We can go get something to eat… I’ll pay, but you’ll have to order…” His usual habits were the same as always, how he’d stutter over his words when faced with anyone except his siblings… and of course, you.

“That sounds great, Min. Come on, let’s go!”

The next morning, a soft knock jolts you awake, three light raps hitting the wood before the sound of footsteps quickly retreated away. You manage to crawl out of bed and open the door, only to be startled as a large bouquet - larger than the one you had gifted him - sat on your doorstep, mixed with Fontaine classics and even Romaritime flowers… had he dived underwater to pick these for you? Every petal was perfect, and the flowers were all fully in bloom, despite being out of water. What kind of magic was this?

A cream-colored card catches your attention, leaning against the bouquet. On it are finely crafted words, written in Freminet’s familiar small script:

“Thank you, love.” ♡

“Hm? What’s the occasion?”

WRIOTHESLEY’s usual professionalism fades as his chest tightens with a giddy sensation. He had been having a rather tedious afternoon in the Fortress of Meropide - time passed all too slowly whenever you weren’t present - but now that you were here, he knew his minutes with you were already slipping away like sand through his fingers, no matter how tightly or carefully he cupped the grains in his hands. You were a free soul, a rather unfitting lover for his occupation, coming and going like the wind. And while your presence may be as fleeting as the gale, at least the breeze you brought would leave in him a warm sensation. “I wasn’t aware you’d be visiting today.”

“I figured I might as well surprise you! Besides, you always come home with a scowl on your face, so I was just making sure you weren’t having a hard time here,” you smile at him, an expression that causes his heart to stutter. It takes him all he’s got in him to at least somewhat maintain his professional expression, knowing full well that if anyone else saw him at the moment, they would certainly be in for a shock. Your words are entertaining. Him? Having a hard time? That had long dissipated the moment you stepped foot into the building.

“Were you worried about me? I’m okay, so don’t concern yourself over such trivial matters.” Wriothesley lightly shakes his head. For someone as beautifully naive as you to exist in this world, he knew full well that your future would not be free of adversaries. He supposed that wasn’t exactly a problem, though. The male had already promised himself that he’d dispose of them all when you weren’t looking.

Your face scrunches up like you’ve eaten something bad. “Trivial?” you echo, your tone expressing your annoyance. “Wrio, how could you say that? Of course I should be worried about you, silly! What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t?”

Ah, there you go again. Every time you refer to yourself by that title, he swears he can feel his heart skip a beat, the only evidence of his flusteredness is the burning of red dusting his ears. He had been refraining from holding you until he had gotten back home, but, naturally, you had broken his final sense of reason. You blink, and there he is, pressed up against you with both of his arms wrapped around your waist, your back leaning against his chest. He’s warm, startingly so despite him being the bearer of a Cryo vision, and you can hear the rapid thrum of his heartbeat.

“You’re cold,” he remarks offhandedly, pressing a kiss into your nape, then another.

“You’re warm,” you respond, smiling, only to hear the drumming of his heart quicken.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” Wriothesley’s face is flushed, just the tiniest bit, and once you blink, you could’ve sworn that it was never there.

“Do I?” You grin up at him cheekily. “Why don’t you care to elaborate?”

“Fuck, darling… you can’t keep doing this to me. I don’t think my heart will be able to take much more of this.” ♡

“They’re beautiful.”

NEUVILLETTE's fingers graze a petal and trace its outermost edge, studying the bouquet with a smile. The blooming assortment lays perfectly balanced in his hands as he cradles them gently. “Thank you, dearest.” His smile is serene, like an untouched expanse of water. Smooth, and glimmering, and when you lean over to peer into it, you can see your clear reflection staring up at you. His eyes mirrored it, pure and unsullied. His beauty stuns you for a moment. He had always been a man with an air of elegance, his magnificence simply inhumane, and it was likely a stroke of luck that Neuvillette had ever taken you as his partner.

Of course, those were merely your thoughts on the matter. His did not match your sentiment, not even in the slightest. For in his mind, he was the one who didn’t deserve you. No, it would be simply unreasonable to compare him to something as perfect as water. You were the only one in his eyes who deserved such a title. And he was the Romaritime flower, only able to thrive in your presence.

“You like them?” He loathes the surprise in your voice. Indubitably, he did. There was no other option. It was something that you had gifted him, and that enough made its value clear.

“Certainly,” his eyes are warm. “I will treasure everything and anything you bestow upon me.”

“Vil, there’s no need to go that far…” you laugh sheepishly, only for the sound to slowly cease as you realize he isn’t jesting. “...Why?”

His soft laughter fills the silence. “I love you. Have I not made that apparent?”

“Yes, but there’s certainly no need for-”

“Shh.” This interaction has made something painfully clear for the man. Perhaps he hasn’t been showing you enough affection? He is a busy man, but he always heads home, heads to you whenever he has a second to breathe. Yes, only in your arms would he finally feel content. Only with your fingers carding through his hair, whispering his name with a smile and closed eyes, only then. You knew how much he yearned for you, right?

If not… well, that could be changed.

“You’ve given me such a precious gift, so I should show my thanks out of courtesy.” Wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and leaning your head against his chest, to hide the slightest flush on his cheeks. “Ah, but it should be a fair trade.” You tilt your head at his words, confused.

“Only one kiss won’t be justified, hm?” ♡

(a/n) help why do i actually like wriothesley's part this isn't supposed to happen ?! anyways yeah it was about time i wrote for fontaine men

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hanasnx · 4 months

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thigh fucking

JASON TODD never gave a fuck about thighs until he saw yours. Gorgeous, supple, edible. His teeth ached to sink into that tissue, especially when you stuff them into your thigh high socks. You’ve gotta know what you do to him in those. Strutting around without a care in the world, not expecting to get thrown down and taken advantage of.

“Jay… please.” you whine, desperate.

“Should’ve… mmph… fuckin’ thought of that.” Barely able to hold it together, he’s scolding you through his grunts, throwing his head back to focus on the wall so he doesn’t bust early and ruin the fun. There’s no way you’re getting dicked down right now when your fat thighs are hugging him so well. To make sure they stay good and tight for him, his hands palm either sides, squeezing them together. Despite your squirming, he’s still getting decently off. “Stay still, bitch. Goddamn.”

“Can’t help it.” you reply with a whimper, constantly being reminded of a dick sliding between your slick thighs and your sore cunt is screaming for it. “Want you so bad.”

“Shouldn’t have worn these fucking socks. You know how these get me.” Hollow admonishments because once his concentration is back on what his cock looks like between a pair of thighs, that’s all his attention is on. A finger hooks into the hem of one of the socks, and snaps it against your skin. You jolt, emitting an indignant yet aroused squeak. Moisture seeps out from your panties, accumulating and wetting his entry. Tremors in your pelvis beg him to reconsider, but he’s not done fucking your thighs. “Imagine that. Bully you a little bit and you’re dripping all over me. S’almost like you like this fucked up shit.” One hand releases your flesh to grab at your hair, putting a firm grip on it to make you face him, instead of watching his cock. Ashamed, you cast your eyes down, features skewed from the sting. “You like being called a little bitch? Huh? If your cunt wants to get fucked, it better show me it can cum from just this.”

“Jay—“ your pitchy voice is immediately cut off by his interjection.

“Nah, ah. Any back talk and I’m fucking your ass next.”

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teeskz · 8 months

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Deja Vu: “I want you so bad.”

» pairing: asshole! wooyoung x fem! reader

» summary: Getting paired with Wooyoung, notorious half-asser and asshole, on your midterm assignment must’ve been karma for something you’ve done in the past, cause god did you luck out bad. He’s constantly late to your meetings, hardly does any work, and on top of that, he teases you like no other. You can’t stand him. Until one day, a storm comes, brewing unfamiliar feelings amongst you two, and what you thought you knew had honestly just turned out to be deja vu.

» word count: ~ 9k (i actually have no idea, i just know it’s long)

» genre & warnings: non-idol au, asshole (most of the time) wooyoung, sub (sometimes) reader, dry humping, grinding, praises, unprotected sex (BAD, DON’T DO IT), rough sex, cream pie, ass & tit slapping, major teasing (both sexually and socially), orgasm denial x3, edging, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, reader has a younger face but is of age, mentions of bff!seonghwa, reader is unintentionally cute, minor peer pressure (helps reader get out of her shell/pushy roommate), heavy make out session, whiny wooyoung, sensitive reader

» a/n: when i tell you i am in love with this kind of wooyoung

─ ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*.･｡ﾟ

Everyone warned you about him.

He’s a handful for sure.

You got him as your partner? Good fucking luck with that.

Be ready to do your half of the load, plus his.

You knew this would happen.

So how come you’re still surprised when at 6:45, Wooyoung strolls into the library, a drink in one hand and his laptop in the other, looking as if he’s ready to work. He should’ve been here 45 minutes ago.

You peer up from your own screen and can’t help but scowl at the boy. Wooyoung also notices you, and instead of feigning remorse a cheesy grin spreads across.

“Look at you being all studious.” He reaches the table you occupied and plops down next to you, parts of his drink splashing onto your bare arm, “How much have you gotten done?”

Adjusting your laptop screen, you hardly spare him a glance as you go back to typing, “Honestly, not that much. It’s hard coming up with research on my own.”

You hope the bitterness came through in your tone and judging by the way Wooyoung guffaws, you could tell it did. He just didn’t care.

“Y/N-ah, why’re you being so cold to me?” His voice is playful, lighthearted even, speaking as if the two of you were friends. Which you’re most certainly not.

Instead of replying, you let your fingers do the talking as they slap the keyboard with clicks, a reminder that you guys need to work and not converse. Does he think you actually want to spend your Friday working on some stupid project? One that’s worth a large chunk of your grade at that.

“I brought you something to drink.” He shoves the cup in your face and you can see the liquid start to turn more opaque as the ice melts. It’s also like 70% gone. Having enough, you harshly face him, the sudden movement causing him to buck backwards.

“Wooyoung, you need to get to work and stop playing around. We don’t have time for this, especially when you decided to show up almost an hour late.” You try to sound authoritative, but that in itself is a bit of a problem for you. Your voice has always been softer than most, so when you do try to take charge, you often get ‘awwws’ of how cute you sound. And you hated that.

It also doesn’t help that you have a rounder and softer looking face for someone your age. If you could count on your fingers the amount of times someone’s asked if you’re touring your college instead of attending it - with them thinking you’re a high schooler, well, you’d probably put around 3 fingers down. But the analogy still stands.

Wooyoung’s no different, him holding back a smile from the way your eyebrows would furrow and how your nose would scrunch whenever you exhibit anger. He found it endearing, actually.

“Okay...you’re clearly mad at me-”

“How can I not be?” You exclaim, “It’s been a week of us working on this project together, and somehow you manage to show up late every time, but it’s never been past 30 minutes. You’re even the one who told me to be here at 6!”

“I have a good reason for being late though.”

With that, you push your computer forwards and lean back in your chair arms crossed, entertaining whatever nonsense was about to spew out of his mouth, “Oh please, I’d love to hear this.”

He mocks your stance, “I was getting chased by a girl.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. You give him a deadpanned expression which causes him to whine.

“No seriously! I was.” In a flash, he pulls out his phone and puts it out for you to see a string of messages.

5:48 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- HYUNG!!!

- i need your help asap

5:49 PM

SEONGHWA:

- huh?

- what’d you do?

5:51 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- the girl from last weekend’s pissed at me and is looking for me all over campus

- can i pls hide in your dorm?

5:51 PM:

SEONGHWA:

- tf did you do to piss her off?

5:52 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- i’ll explain later just please let me hideout at your place

- i heard she has a knife

5:52 PM:

SEONGHWA:

- okay fine

5:53 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- thank you!!

- i’m already outside your door

Admittedly, you were left dumbfounded. So maybe he did have a reason today, but that doesn’t excuse all of the other times. Wooyoung slips his phone back into his hoodie pocket while you go to ask the obvious question.

“What did you do to make this girl mad?”

He blows out a hard breath, as if even thinking about her is such a hassle, “We hooked up last week and I told her I didn’t wanna see her again. So, this is how she reacted.”

You purse your lips out, “Well, maybe she was hoping to gain something out of it. You know, there are nicer ways to phrase ‘I’m not ready for a relationship’ that don’t involve the girl getting hurt.”

“Why should I care about her feelings?” His words are icy, though it seems to be directed towards you, “I told her upfront I didn’t want anything more, it was only supposed to be sex. I asked her if she could handle that and she said yes. If she went ahead and caught something for me, that’s not my fucking problem.”

Once he was done, Wooyoung reels himself in. The realization that you weren’t, in fact, the psycho chick that had been chasing after him earlier dawns on him as you silently nod in agreement. If he had been clear on his intentions since the start, then there wasn’t really much you could say against him.

“I didn’t know that, sorry for jumping to conclusions.” You sound more sad then you meant to and reach out for your computer.

After a beat his sour look turns sweet again, another playful smile returning, “Oh Y/N-ah, don’t apologize for that. I’m sorry for getting worked up.”

“Your frustrations understandable, especially if you’d been real with her from the beginning. Frankly, she should’ve expected that.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to work again, now noticing the time hit 7:18 PM. You had about 12 minutes to get Wooyoung to do something, but that probably won’t happen.

He cheers your name loudly, happy that you and him agree on a topic for once and the librarian on standby hisses at him to quiet down while throwing a nasty glare.

The two of you exchange glances before both quietly laughing, you going back to finishing one of your paragraphs for your thesis while he simply sat and watched.

«—————————»

The next time you were supposed to meet with Wooyoung, you receive a text from him hours before your designated time.

12:07 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- pls no library today

12:09 PM

YOU:

- what was wrong with it last time?

12:10 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- the old hag yelled at me

- i’m not dealing with that again

12:11 PM

YOU:

- well tbh you aren’t the quietest person to have around

12:11 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- sorry we all cant be mouses like you

12:13 PM

YOU:

- ignoring that

- how about the cafe nearby?

12:14 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- ugh the coffees gross

- and psycho chick works there

- hell. no.

12:15 PM

YOU:

- oh then def not there, where do you wanna meet then?

12:17 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- just come over to my apartment

- i would suggest your place but i don’t feel like going out

12:18 PM

YOU:

- what if i don’t feel like going out

12:18 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- who wears the pants in this friendship?

12:20 PM

YOU:

- there is no friendship

12:21 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- still don’t wanna admit we’re friends…..

- it’s bad enough you pretend to not know who i am around others

- makes me sad

12:24 PM

YOU:

- does it actually?

12:26 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- no 😛

- come over at 7

12:27 PM

YOU:

- alright fine

Even though you agreed to 7, you actually intended on getting there around 7:10. Hopefully the taste of his own karma would help him learn to respect others times and not waste a second of it.

Throughout the day, while doing your mundane tasks, the text messages between you and Wooyoung keep circling your thoughts. Mainly towards the end.

You and him haven’t established a clear relationship, so that’s why you denied his friendship claim. In all honesty, he just didn’t seem like one to you. But after what happened at the library, a part of you can possibly start to think differently.

Yet your mind races at the possibility you had actually hurt his feelings. It’s not a secret that you two are partners, so whenever you do deny his existence, many people laugh off your comment as a joke. Which for the most part it is. Had you been going too far with that?

Then again, this is Wooyoung you’re talking about. He hardly takes anything serious. Not even a project that’s worth more than half of his final grade. You’re probably just overthinking it, no need to stress out over this.

Telling yourself that, you continue to busy yourself with random tasks till around 6:30, which also happens to be the time your roommate arrives back from wherever she had left early this morning.

“Hey, where are you about to go?”

She asks as she notices you picking out a sweatshirt to wear, already having on light flared jeans. She comes up behind you and lands a loud smack on your ass and you fake cry. This is not a first time offense.

“Wooyoung wants to meet at his place for our project.” You look between two sweatshirts in your hands, a light grey and black.

Your roommate throws herself onto your bed since hers is barely visible due to the abundance of clothes occupying it. But then she pauses for a moment, rethinking over what you just said, “Wait, you’re going to his apartment?”

You nod absentmindedly, still deciding on which clothing option to wear.

“Is he trying to fuck you?”

Now that snaps you out and you dart your eyes to her, “What?! Absolutely not.”

She sits up now, legs crisscrossed as she becomes engross in the conversation, “Y/N, he 100% is! You’ve guys been studying at the same two places for the past week, now suddenly he wants to change locations? To a more secluded place? Sounds sketchy as hell.”

You’re quick to discard that, “It’s because he doesn’t wanna go out today. Plus, Wooyoung has his reasonings for not liking our usual spots.”

Her eyes do a dramatic roll, “Right, just as I’m sure he had his reasonings for being an hour late last Friday.”

You had been texting your roommate up until Wooyoung’s arrival, frustration running into the ground. But you also told her he had a legit excuse later on. So, she’s clearly not the biggest fan of him.

“Don’t say such things. And besides the seclusion will probably help us work better.” You finally choose to go with the black sweatshirt and put back the grey.

“Or it’ll help when your screaming his name and no one will be around to hear it.”

“Hey!”

She throws her hands up innocently, though nothing’s innocent about what’s coming out of her mouth, “I’m just saying! The possibility isn’t a no.”

“To me it is! Plus, he doesn’t even see me like that. Just as a friend…..sorta. Well, that’s not really the case for me. But it’s- you know what, never mind.” You finish putting on the sweatshirt and do your go-to style for your hair, something quick.

“Okay, well can you at least prepare better just in case you guys are gonna bone?”

You just shake your head in disbelief that this conversation is even happening, while she gets up and begins rummaging through the pile on her bed. When her hands come out again, they’re gripping a lacy tank top and matching underwear.

If you thought this couldn’t get any worse, it just has significantly.

“You’re not serious….” You shake your head once more, disbelief clouding your mind again.

“Y/N go put this on right now!” Before you had a chance to protest, she’s pushing you into your closet, throwing the clothes at you before locking the door and turning the lights on from outside.

“You’re crazy! I thought you don’t even like Wooyoung, why’re you so on board with this non-existent idea?!” You yell.

“Cause, even if he is an asshole, he’s still hot! And the perfect gateway into the hookup culture you’ve always wanted to be apart of since freshman year!”

You mentally curse yourself for wanting to have a ‘hoe phase’ and for sharing that with your roommate. That was forever ago anyways, surely she would’ve realized you grew up since then. Once you realize your roommate is dead set on not letting you out, you sigh annoyingly. She is insane.

But as you begin to caress the fabric, your mind begins to race. You had absolutely no intention of getting with Wooyoung, not now or ever. You don’t even consider him a friend! Yeah, he’s extremely attractive, and maybe even your type.

However, that doesn’t make up for how much he irks your soul, and you could swear up and down that you dislike him.

Maybe that’s why it would be perfect, the voice inside of you starts, no extra feelings attached, and no one has to get hurt like psycho crazy girl.

You bit your lip at the thought. Would he even hook up with someone like you? You don’t think you’re exactly his type.

………oh who’re you kidding, he’d probably mess with anything that has a hole.

“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it. If not, then let it ago.” Your roommate adds more encouragement.

Suddenly switching your brain off, you strip off you clothes, removing the current underwear for the newer kind. You toss back on your other clothes before begging your roommate to let you out.

She opens the door but stops you in your tracks, “Now hold on, before you go let me see that you have it-”

You lift up your shift to reveal the tight material straining against your skin. You felt your breasts were gonna pop out at any second.

Your roommate gapes at you then goes to quickly put your shirt down, “Oh wow, I almost just said something I might’ve…...anyways you look fucking amazing.”

“Aww, thank you.” A tiny smile spreads across your face and your roommate resists the urge to pinch your cheeks.

“Okay, what time are you’re suppose to meet him?”

You glance over at your clock which reads 7:01 PM, “Hmmm, about right now.”

She tells you to hurry out of here but before you get the chance to, she walks over to the window and takes a peak, “Hey, have you checked the weather?”

“No, why?” It had been sunny all today there was really no point.

Your roommate holds back saying something, her gaze going over to your closet, “I think you should wear the grey sweatshirt.”

«———————————»

You were going to kill you roommate. The funeral’s been planned out, you already knew the casket color - burnt siena - and all you needed was the body. She is so dead.

You knock ferociously at Wooyoung’s door, at such a rate that someone could mistake you for one of his many, many girls. The door swings open, a freshly showered Wooyoung standing on the other side.

“Y/N-ah, why’re you so angry all the ti-” His eyes go wide at the sight of you. Your once neat hair all messy and soaked from the rain. The sweatshirt your roommate suggested had turned a much darker grey while your light pants were splattered in raindrops.

The worst part about it all, the rain started just as you were approaching his street, and it came down in waterfalls. You were already too far to turn around and grab an umbrella.

“I don’t. Wanna. Talk about it.” You roughly push past him and into his apartment, which you would normally stop to admire the niceness of it if you weren’t so upset. His living room and kitchen’s clean and modern, a TV playing some movie in the background.

“I feel like I could make a joke, but this is just too easy,” You toss a harsh glare over your shoulder at him as he closes and bolts his door, him shuddering at your expression, “Is this why you were late? I was counting every second.”

You highly doubt that’s true, “No, my roommate and I got to talking about…something.”

He tsks, running the white towel over his damp hair, “You know for every minute you were late, I say you deserve a spanking.”

If not for you roommate, that statement wouldn’t have illicit more than a scowl from you, maybe even an eye roll. But your mind trails off to you bent over his lap while he counts the number of times his palm hits your flesh.

And you feel your face immediately burn so you turn away, “If that’s the case, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to walk for like a week.”

With your back facing him, Wooyoung’s eyes linger down to your ass, and how full it looks in those pants. Dammit, he told himself he wouldn’t think of you in that way. And that spanking comment completely slipped out, but now he’s wishing he hadn’t said anything. His thoughts are truly something else.

“Where should we work?” You ask, desperately needing a change in subject.

He seems to be cleared from his own thoughts and he leads you to his living room where his laptop’s already set up with your guys’s work document. Hey, talk about efficient.

Wooyoung drops to the couch and you sling off your backpack, going to follow his lead when a foot comes in contact with your ass.

“Sorry, but I can’t have you sitting on the couch.” He slowly lowers his leg and you scoff lightly, your face doing the thing it does when you get angry. It kills him inside each time.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have a spare change of clothes.”

Just as quickly as he sat down, Wooyoung’s back up again and tells you to follow him to his bedroom. Outside, you can hear the wind start to pick up, mixing with the treacherous rain.

“You can borrow a shirt from me, but I’m kinda low on bottoms.” He says as he yanks open a clearly broken drawer and begins looking for a suitable replacement.

He pulls out a ratty, white tee and tosses it on your face, you hearing him laugh at you as he makes his way out the door. You rip the shirt off with a huff, “Thank you for this.”

His eyes do a quick motion back to you before smiling his usual, playful grin, “That’s what friends are for.”

And he goes to exit again, leaving you alone to change. Trying your best to ignore the way your stomach buzzes at the remembrance of his smile, you pull off you own wet shirt and replace Wooyoung’s dry one, his scent engulfing you the minute it’s on you. You thought you could get drunk of this.

And as for pants, well, your jeans didn’t get as much damage as your top, so it should be fine. You work your way back to the living room, Wooyoung actually working diligently for the first time in ages.

“Whatcha doing?” You take the only open seat next to him on the cushion, but whatever change of heart you had towards him dissipates in a matter of seconds as he flips his screen to show you some clothing store he’d been browsing.

“Do you think this would look nice on me?”

You stare at him blankly before giving him a half-hearted answer. That seems to do the trick as he twists his computer and goes back to typing, most likely still not working. You open your own laptop and begin immediate research, the sounds of clicks filling the air as if you’re both competing for which one is the most significant.

An hour goes by, then two, then three, till next thing you know it’s 11 o’clock at night and the only thing left of your paper is the conclusion, which you tasked Wooyoung with since no one knows all that he’s really done.

“Holy shit! I can’t believe we’re almost finish with this.” He sighs happily into the couch while you shoot him a face. He instantly backtracks and rephrases his sentence into something more accurate, where he’d actually given you more credit.

“This feels like the longest paper I’ve ever written,” You huff as you layback alongside Wooyoung.

“Yeah, well,” He regards you and you meet his gaze, a tiny smile breaking out, “I know you did a great job. You’re an awesome researcher.”

The words could make you melt on sight, “Wooyoung, you’re too sweet.”

At the sight of your genuine smile, he felt as if his heart was going to leap out his chest. Damn you and you’re cuteness.

“Here I thought you couldn’t wait to rid me of your time.” You say as you snicker at your own joke. Definitely was the other way around.

“Well, don’t count on that. Trust me when I say, you’ll never get rid of me.” A devilish grin overtakes him and you roll your eyes, playfully this time. Maybe there is a part of you that’s starting to warm up to him.

“It’s probably time for me to go, it’s past 11.” When you go to stand, you hear Wooyoung whine behind you, begging you to stay longer. It’s just him being bored, don’t overthink it.

Right as you go to pick up your bag, a flash of lightning followed by loud thunder stop you in your step. With the time you spent with Wooyoung, you’d completely forgotten that a literal thunderstorm had been conjuring outside.

“Where’d you park?” He asks as he goes to stand next to you, trying to see out of the window of the blinds but even that had been barricaded by water.

“Oh, uhh, I actually didn’t drive. I walked here from my dorm.” You begin to think about how you’d get home. The bus normally comes around 12, so you could just wait under the bus stop to get out of his hair-

“You better not be considering leaving,” He chastises and when you make a guilty face he’s shocked, “Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you go out there.”

“I don’t wanna be in your way anymore, I’m sure you’re tired of me enough.” You rebut with wide eyes that make it hard for him to look away.

“Don’t make up lies, Y/N-ah, that’s what bad people do.”

Why does he do this to you? Treat you like you don’t know that there’s wrong in the world, like your sheltered. You stick your hip out and cross your arms, “Who’s to say I’m not bad.”

That sentence alone was enough to get him to laugh as if he’d been holding one in for a while, “Yeah, okay. I’ll go get my room ready for you.”

You trail him like a puppy as he goes down the hall and into his bedroom, “Hey, I didn’t agree.”

“And I don’t remember caring if you did.” He picks up the little trinkets off the floor before switching his pillows out with new ones.

You trot behind him, “Then if that’s the case, you take your bed. I can’t kick you of here.”

“You’re not kicking me out, I already gave the room to you.” He moves onto collecting a blanket from his closet then proceeds out into the living room again with, surprise surprise, you close by.

“Wooyoung this isn’t fair, I feel bad.”

He drops the cover then whips around to face you, his eyes burning deep into yours, “Where do you want me to sleep if you’re taking the bed then, huh?”

“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it.”

Your roommate said this to you and boy if this doesn’t feel like a moment. Your eyes drop down slightly, then off to the side before landing back on Wooyoung, “You could….oh I don’t know, just stay in the room with me.”

He halts in place, trying to register if he just heard you correctly, “Stay with you……?”

You rapidly shake your head yes because you aren’t too confident your mouth could say much more. He pushes his tongue against his mouth, obviously lost in thought, and you briefly look at the movement. You must’ve turned into a huge pervert in the span of 4 hours because just the sight of that is enough to make your heart race.

“I normally don’t sleep with classmates, but I think I can make an acceptation for you.”

You flick him in the chest at his comment, him immediately laughing. And while part of you felt that was the proper response on your behalf, another hated how you knew he was joking. Like he could never even imagine you in that kind of way.

“Alright, let’s go back to the room then.”

This time you lead the way, with Wooyoung immediately stripping once he steps foot into the room. At the removal of his shirt, you spot a gold chain dangling from his neck, which you felt was a good fit for him. He goes all the way down to his boxers, a classic plaid mix with colors, and your eyes widen at how casual he’d just done it. Though, you don’t completely mind.

“Oh yeah, I get hot easily so sometimes I like to prepare. .” Without another second to waste, he hops into his side of the bed, “Don’t let me stop you though, okay Y/N-ah?”

You don’t even respond as hastily you turn around and fiddle with the button of your jeans. It’s now or never. You pull your pants down, around your ass and past your thighs till they pool around your ankle. You step out of them then bend down to retrieve, folding and placing them on a nearby chair.

“Did you wear that underwear just for me?” He’s teasing you, just like always, though this time you don’t have a comeback. You really had worn these just for him.

He picks up on your no-reply and could tell there’s a sense of something in the air that wasn’t there before.

When you turn back around, Wooyoung’s eyes are glued to you, more specifically towards your legs. You don’t get into bed immediately, instead watching him to see his reaction. Is this where everything goes downhill?

He rakes his eyes upwards till they land on your gaze and it appears he’s confirmed something in them, not playing around or joking. That you’re dead serious. Your heart rate accelerates and his lingering stare is starting to make you curdle.

After a beat his body weakens, “Come here.” His finally says. His voice is strained quietly, speaking as if you’d break if he were any louder. And so you do, leisurely, stalling.

You reach the side of the bed and he motions you to continue. You dip a knee into the mattress before placing your other, then again slowly make your way over to him.

Stopping right in front of his face, his arms reactively go up to grab at you but he stops himself midway. You can tell he’s asking for full permission, and attempting to calm your breathing you give a nod of approval.

His hands grip the back of your thigh, sinking into the skin, before making you straddle him. You sit perched up and toying with your fingers, then decidedly to rest them across his bare shoulders.

“You know I was just messing with you?” He starts, forcing you to give him your attention.

“You always do.” You’re tone sounds neutral thank goodness, but your goddamn pouty lips make you look like your frowning. Or to Wooyoung, kissable as fuck.

Chuckling gently, he bites his lip to stop him from smiling too much, “Yeah, that’s true. But this time it didn’t seem like just teasing to you.”

You feel his hands rub against your thighs, not working their way up, just caressing them while he keeps his eyes locked on you.

“I….” You already knew saying it aloud would sound weird, “I wasn’t sure where tonight was gonna take us.”

He continues to knead into your skin while you go to play with his chain, awaiting his response. You never would’ve imagined this is how the two of you would end up, but damnit if there’s not a part that just excites you a little about it all.

“Did you think we were….” He allows the words to hang in the air but you knew too well what he meant. So you shyly respond, affirming his suspicion.

Wooyoung sighs downward, looking like he just a lost a battle. “I told myself I wouldn’t do anything with you, scolded myself even.”

His words definitely are a shock to you, you stopping your fiddling on his chain to give him your full attention again, “What do you mean?”

“You’re just too cute, Y/N-ah, how could I not think about you in those kinds of ways,” his eyes are back on you, large and dark with plead, “But even when we got paired up together, I told myself to not do anything stupid. Because you don’t deserve that.”

The confession makes your head spin while watching him even more intensely.

“Are you sure this is something you want? If we do this, I promise you I’m not gentle and I don’t have any intention on being so.” He waits for your response but your mind is still murky from his previous statements. What does all of this mean? What was he trying to tell you?

You study him further. The softening of his eyes deepening the longer you two sit in silence. How his now dried hair hangs flowy on his forehead. His skin is clear with full lips. An absolutely gorgeous sight to take in. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

So much so in fact, that you don’t spare another second before leaning in to touch his lips with your own. And he’s quick to react, reciprocating the action in an instant.

It feels as if any previous doubts in your mind just fade out, leaving you with the blissful feeling of Wooyoung. He kisses you like he’s starved. Not sloppy, but uniformed. Almost like he’s been waiting for this and doesn’t want to mess up.

Your mouth moves perfectly with his, and you start tilting your head to either side. He copies your action and the two of you begin to get completely absorbed in the make out.

The hands on your legs work their way up, snaking behind you to cup your ass. He’s had literal dreams of this, and how your ass would feel in his hands. But those don’t compare, can’t compare, to how euphoric he feels in the moment.

When Wooyoung slips his tongue in your mouth, ever so slightly, the minor action causes you to whine a bit, his own groan buzzing into you. You feel some growth in his lap, soon a hardness pressing in your inner thigh.

Your breathing becomes irregular as random sounds emit from you, loving the way your core reacts accordingly to the pleasure. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on so quickly. Without even realizing you start to feel friction build from underneath you, now catching onto your hips rolling against his lap.

He starts to take charge though, grabbing and moving your ass to further grind into him. You break away first at the new sensation, huffing and hipping lightly while you struggle to keep your eyes open. Wooyoung takes notice in the way your expression looks so overwhelmed and just so damn cute.

“You like grinding on my cock?” The words tumble out as he flops his head against the headboard, “We haven’t even done anything and you look like you’re already gonna cum.”

His words are ammo to you, fueling you to gyrate faster while your hands go up above his head. He bites his lip, hard, to stop a loud groan from escaping

“You can’t cum just yet, Y/N-ah.” The sentence is more airy, like he’s struggling himself with the pleasure. You still continue though, too caught up in your satisfaction to notice him hoist an arm around your back and flip you face up onto the bed.

He lands between you, throwing in more clothed thrusts while holding in a smile at your reaction, a mix between lust and anger.

“What-” He bucks particularly hard into it your core that you thought you were going to orgasm right there, “Nrgh! What was that for?”

Wooyoung dips his head down to your cheeks, kissing them tenderly before scooting towards your ear. He eases up on the thrusts too until the two of you work at an equal, tiny pace, “I couldn’t have you cumming, not when I finally get to enjoy this.”

He wiggles down a bit till he reaches your stomach, taking the fabric of your shirt between his fingers and lifting it up towards your mouth. You gladly accept it, him shoving the tee until your mouth was full.

When he glances back down, your top now fully in view, his eyes almost bulge out of his head.

"Holy..." He drags his fingers up the curve of your waist to your outer breasts, which are practically spilling out of the tight shirt, "You wore this for me?"

He smirks up at you and your eyebrows furrow at the bad joke. He's lucky your mouth's being occupied at the moment.

Wooyoung goes back to admiring you, craning his neck up to place open kisses on the soft flesh that pokes out before working his way to in between your cleavage.

Your heavy breathing, though muffled, is still audible enough for him to hear, lifting his head up quickly to speak to you, "I think those are gonna be my favorite noises."

You dismiss him, grabbing the back of his head to push him back into you. Wooyoung laughs at your neediness and eagerly goes into your tits again.

The feeling starts to build again in your heat, with you gradually increasing your movements against him. He responds to you by rolling himself further between your legs in a rhythm, the sloppy sounds of him kissing and sucking at you still filling your ears.

You've always been a quick pleaser, not typically lasting more than 15 minutes when pleasuring yourself.

If Wooyoung hadn't changed positions earlier, you most likely would've finished like that, which for the record you were perfectly contempt with.

But now everything feels like so much. So much happening at once that the desperation to spill over comes clawing out.

Wooyoung doesn't let that happen though, letting up once he felt you grinding even harder into him. A single string of spit still connecting to your breasts hangs past his mouth, another all-knowing grin plastered on.

"Someone's a little quick on the trigger." Throwing caution to the wind, he sticks a hand against the middle of your underwear, making you squirm on the spot, "Oh, I can see why. You're fucking soaked."

You mumble out a reply but he pretends he doesn't understand, which to be fair he probably doesn't.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Say it again for me." This time he pulls your shirt out, your own little spit string dropping down to your chin.

You gasp harshly, "You're so mean, Wooyoung."

He peers back to your face, staring intently at you when his fingers below push rather deep into your underwear, the action causing you to hike up and grimace, “Hmmm….yeah, I guess I can be.”

In no time his mouth is back between your cleavage as his fingers work your clothed core. You think your hearts gonna explode from overstimulation. You wiggle yourself against his hand, twitching when he starts to move your fabric to the side.

The bare touch he has brings such a feeling you’ve never experienced, making you shiver. The way he would cup your pussy momentarily before releasing, rubbing at your clit again then repeating it all once more. Honestly you thought you were game over.

Till Wooyoung takes his hand away from you fully and sits up. Your face drops at the absence of his touch.

“Hey, what’d I say?” He fakes an angry expression before cracking out into a playful one, “You can’t cum just yet, I haven’t even fucked you.”

He notices the greediness in your eyes, the way you’ve only been concerned on getting yourself off and not him. And he’s not even mad at you for it, finding it rather enticing the desperation you have. Actually, it’s turning him on so fucking much.

“Look at this.”

His voice is authoritative, and when you don’t look exactly where he wants you to, he roughly grabs your hand to palm him through his boxers, “I’m leaking right now and I haven’t even taken my cock out.”

The wetness permeates to your fingertips and you quiver, a sudden sensation taking over. Like you want him inside of you right now.

“I’m gonna pound you until you’re shaking from me,” He wraps his arms underneath you to hoist you up, twisting you around till you’re on all 4’s, “So no orgasming. At least until I say so.”

You go to speak when a hand pushes your head down into a pillow, automatically arching your back with your ass poking out. Your underwear spreads across your cheeks which causes Wooyoung to sigh happily, “I could look at your sexy ass forever.”

“Wooyoung-ah,” You heave, already waiting too long for him, “Hurry up.”

Your voice again was never rude, but it did come off as whiny. He goes to make your wish come true but before that, he lands a harsh smack against your plush skin.

“Fuck, it even jiggles. Y/N-ah, you’re gonna make me cum on myself.” His words make your eyes flutter, swearing that if he kept talking you’d be done for, again.

“Need you in me…..please.” Your last attempt at pleading does the trick for you, with him bringing your underwear down to your knees. He positions himself behind you as he goes to pull down his boxer shorts.

“No more stalling starting right now.” A stroke of dick sends tingles down his spin, then, of course, he toys with your entrance.

Sliding just barely his damp head into you before swiftly pulling it out, rubbing his full length on your pussy lips. He taunts you in a manner that you couldn’t even verbally protest cause it still felt so good.

“I….” Your voice trails off from his continued teasing but that does stop him from being curious.

“Mmm, what’s that?” There’s no edge to his tone this time. If anything, he presents himself softer and more genuine.

You choke on your breath, “I’ve never wanted someone so bad before.” Wooyoung hears the possessiveness in your voice and just like that, his facade comes crumbling down, reaching his breaking point.

If only you’d understand how true those words are for himself.

“Okay,” he pause himself to readjust, “I’m actually gonna fuck you into the sheets now.”

Before he does, his reaches a hand to grab your hair, twisting it to pull you back, “Just let me know when to stop.”

You nod as your consent, which then Wooyoung throws your head back down and brings your waist further up.

He gives no warning when he thrusts himself fully deep into your core, the motion causing your head to almost drive into the headboard.

“Oh my….you’re so damn tight.” His own eyes practically roll back at the feeling of your walls around him, and he almost doesn’t wanna move.

But then you wiggle your hips in need of some friction, and soon he begins to pound into you, just like he said he would.

It starts off slow, him letting the action run through you as your slickness spreads across his cock. You even have the strength to rock with him though you weren’t sure how much longer that would last.

He’s holding onto your waist for support, but then switches one of them to the headboard above, sort of mimicking your earlier position.

His head becomes dizzy with your soft, tiny groans and the slapping sound of his skin against yours as a background.

“S-Shit, think you’re gonna make me…..” Wooyoung becomes too enveloped in the sensation, the intensity from you both, to even finish the sentence.

He gets faster while you grow more limp. Your own pleasure starts to consume you and soon you don’t have the willpower to move. He looks down briefly to your ass, taking the hand from your waist to slap your cheeks.

“Ah!” You gulp in for air, “shit….”

“Oh you like that?” Another one lands on you, though this had some sting behind it. But you love it, “Told you, you needa spankin.”

He doesn’t stop there. Grasping at your tits in front, he forcefully tugs your tank top downwards till they fall out, “Need both.”

Then, he unleashes a smack onto your breasts, this round making you cry aloud, “Wooyoung!”

“You’re so cute, Y/N-ah.” He roughly grabs your mounds of flesh and shakes them, “I love your body so damn much, could fuck you all the time.”

He goes back to fucking you, but your mind wanders. You want to ask if he truly means that, but when a particularly hard thrusts sends you soaring out of your stars, you’re quick to forget.

There’s a build up approaching and your cunt feels extra sensitive from the previous activities. You’ve surprised yourself by lasting this long, but you know your end is near.

“Woo, can I-” The words get caught in your throat and instead you croak them out.

He knows exactly what you want though, and how to give it to you. He folds himself over to completely engulf you, him wrapping both arms around your stomach. He’s still pumping in and out yet his pace has increased significantly, “Yeah, yeah you can cum now. You’ve been such a good girl.”

With his permission you let go, allowing yourself to succumb to the intoxicating heat spreading all around. Wooyoung’s breathing is present behind you as he struggles to find his own regular pattern.

He’s whining, though quietly, into your shoulder, muttering small praises, “Fuck, you’re so good. So damn good. You’ll never let anyone else have you, right?”

He drives his hips continuously as you utter incoherent nonsense, “Promise me no one else will ever see you like this. Can you do that for me?”

You can hardly muster a reply but after a few more gasps it come out, “I promise.”

Your eyes begin to flutter while Wooyoung peppers small kisses down your spine, “You’re mine now.”

And just like that, your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, just a massive explosion causing you to shake. The feeling of your walls contracting around his cock causes Wooyoung to finish too, the two of you cumming in sync. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, and you whimper loudly.

You’ve never had one hit you so intense before, and even Wooyoung’s load is more than usual as he fills you up, your cunt milking his dick in pulses.

You try to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, taking a mental note of the whole night until slowly you come down from your high.

Wooyoung finishes as well, his hips growing slow until he finally stops. Instead of removing himself immediately however, he takes in the feeling of him still buried in you, loving how warm you feel. You both breathe heavy and you feel him clench his arms around you.

After regaining your composure, you flop down onto his bed, Wooyoung following close behind you. He lands on top of you and sighs, “You’re probably the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

You giggle lightly, “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” He plants another kiss this time on your inner neck, “And I’m definitely your last.”

At that, you crane your neck to him, leisurely turning over as he scoots back slightly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His hair is now slightly wet from sweat, showing just how much effort he put in, “Cause, you’re never getting cock from anyone else again. If you want it, you have me.”

The smile that spreads afterwards is shit-eating and mischievous. You’re amused by this but don’t oppose it, and Wooyoung senses your acceptance at his declaration.

He drops down to your lips, kissing you in such a passion that felt had a little more to it than he’s willing to show and maybe you don’t want him to. At least, not right now.

Just as you start to get into it, he breaks away, “Wait, I remembered something.”

“What is it?” Your cock your head to the side a bit in confusion, an act that briefly makes him put his guard down. But he quickly regains it, and scoots down towards the end of the bed.

He takes ahold of your back thighs and pushes them towards you, your legs reactively parting slightly. He then moves your knees apart and creates an open view for himself to your pussy.

There's an audible groan, "Oh fuck, I need to burn this image in my head.”

His cum leaking out of you combined with your puffy cunt practically makes him hard again. He continues praising you and gloats about how fuckable your cunt is.

Your face burns as you can’t help but cower from the attention, but apart of you knows you’ll be getting more of this in the future.

Better start getting used to it now.

- Bonus -

When you wake up again, it’s to your phone violently ringing off in the distance. You feel a heavy arm slung over you and it takes you a minute to realize Wooyoung is nestling between your neck with a leg on top of yours, out like a light.

Still groggy, you sit up, some surprise coursing through you as you notice your lack of clothing. But that didn’t matter as of right now. All you want is to find this phone and shut it the hell up.

You aimlessly search through the comforter, then bending over to reach the ground when you see a light being covered by your jeans pocket.

Now you have to get up and actually go retrieve the device, something you do then your back onto the bed.

The photo ID is of you and your roommate 2 years ago when you guys first met in high school. A memory you’d rather forget from when she took you fishing for the first time with her family. Your eyes also dart up to the time which reads 2:43 AM.

Oh gosh.

You press the answer button, “Hello-”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’ve been texting and calling you for the past 2 hours and I was getting worried!”

You wince at her shouting, holding the phone a way from your ear slightly, “Sorry, sorry. The storm got really bad so Wooyoung offered to let me sleep here. I should’ve told you that-”

“Damn straight you should’ve! Had me thinking the fucker kidnapped you or something, you’re so reckless.”

Your eyebrows furrow, minor irritation pricking at you for her earlier stunt, “Okay, I get where you’re coming from, but you’re the one who knew it was gonna rain. Why would you let me wear grey-!”

“Oh come on, you are not bringing that up right no-”

Your phone gets plucked out of your grasp and soon you hear the end-call noise. You look over at Wooyoung who’s resting up on his forearms, your phone in a hand with your call gone from the screen.

“She’s really loud, woke me up from our nap time.” He mutters then goes searching through your phone before he appears to type out something.

“Wooyoung!” Your shock subsides as the realization of what he’d just done dawns on you, “You can’t hang up on her, she’s my roommate.”

He just shrugs his shoulders, your scolding rolling off of him, “I just did though, plus shouldn’t she be asleep right now? It’s too late for you girls to be up.”

You scowl at him when he glances up at you, shooting you a tiny smile. Then he hands out your phone and you take it skeptically, “What’d you do?”

“Relax, I just told your roommate you’d talk to her in the morning. She needs to take a chill pill, texting you 47 times, holy shit.”

You graze through the messages and see all of the texts she’d sent asking about your whereabouts and then you see the one Wooyoung sent merely seconds ago.

“Hey, come back to bed, you need sleep.” He attempts to pull you back to him and you allow him to, falling down into his chest.

And that’s how you spend the rest of the night, safe in Wooyoung’s arms.

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4doll · 1 year

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Dating Stu Macher Headcanons

sfw

❤︎︎ cuddle naps after school

❤︎︎ loves to watch you put on makeup (if you do) and with enough convincing he lets you put some on him. you’re sitting in his lap while you do your makeup routine on his face, after you’re done and he looks in the mirror he’s praises your work and keeps talking about how good he looks with makeup on. eventually letting you do it often

❤︎︎ so many horror movie dates, either to watch movies at home or watch the new horror movie in theaters and talk about it for hours while eating fast food. he’ll call up billy and beg him to come over. the rare times billy does give in, you all theorize and rant about the movie for hours eventually all falling asleep

❤︎︎ matching clothes. idc what you say this man would just beg to match clothes. same with pajamas. you both wear matching pajamas during horror movie date nights.

❤︎︎ also matching halloween costumes. he would go absolutely crazy over matching halloween costumes, looking for hours for perfect ones.

❤︎︎ loves when you would sit in his lap and just watch tv or read. he loves to feel your warmth and touch. so his hands are constantly on you, not in a prevy way but in a comforting way. like holding hands, hands on your waist or stomach, etc. he comforts him to know that you’re there with him.

︎❤︎︎ always eavesdrops in your conversations with your friends in person and on the phone. he loves to hear the gossip, you eventually notice his eavesdropping and just decide to let him in on all the gossip all the time. during when you’re tell him all the gossip his reactions are: *gasps loudly* *mouth drops* “what?!” *makes the most confused face* “you’re kidding?!”

❤︎︎ gets jealous super easy. causing him to mark you with hickeys, gifts he got you (ex: a necklace with his initials) and would always have his hands on you in public. hands on your waist, arm around your shoulder, hand holding, etc etc.

❤︎︎ getting high and then going on dates. first time he asked if you would do it or not you questioned why and his reasoning being it would be funny and fun. and it was. you both were at a park at night laughing at the most unfunniest thing ever. it was a fun experience so you both kept doing it time to time.

❤︎︎ he would show you songs that reminded him of you(which was a lot), so he decided to make a mix tape, and give it to you on your anniversary. so every anniversary just before he makes mixtapes of songs that remind him of you and your favorite songs.

︎❤︎︎ time to time. you, stu and billy get high and order lots of fast food and just talk. mostly about horror movies or gossip, or just laughing together about memories or just laughing at nothing.

nsfw

❤︎︎ getting high and it eventually leading to sex no matter where you both are. stu loves to have high sex with you because it feels so good to him, and every sensation is maxed out and feels euphoric. so he cums fast💀

❤︎︎ praises tf out of you and your body in and out of bed.

❤︎︎ making eye contact with him during sex turns him on a lot weirdly. especially when you’re too fucked out to even form a sentence and you make eye contact with him, the ruined makeup, tears from overstimulation, put it all together. cums on the spot

❤︎︎ whiny when he cums. begging for you and calling out your name in a whiny voice, begging for more.

❤︎︎ making out while fucking no matter what position >>> he loves that shit. he thinks making out is so romantic and doing that while fucking makes him giggly

❤︎︎ while you ride him he praises your body. verbally and physically. groping and leaving hickeys and kisses on your chest, neck, stomach. “God your body is perfect, how did I end up with someone so perfect?” He whispers into your skin while you moan out his name.

❤︎︎ he absolutely loves to do aftercare. whispering even more praises into your ear while he cleans you up, telling you how good you did and how beautiful you looked. he loves seeing your reaction and just loves making you feel good after sex.

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a/n: sorry the nsfw headcanons are so sort and the sfw headcanons are longer. very touched starved rn and wanted more sfw, sorry abt that. also having major soft/fluff stu brainrot <3

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gay-dorito-dust · 18 days

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hi hi!! could i request blade, dan heng, jingyuan, (and anyone else u may want to add) reacting to finding out you’re being creeped on at work please? i’m going through a similar situation at my job atm and would really appreciate it :’) thank u! <3

I hope the situation gets resolved soon sweetheart, you don’t deserve some creep making you uncomfortable or being well…a creep in general.

Jing yuan:

The dozing general seemed a bit more alert when you admitted to him that you were being creeped on at work, a place where this sort of thing shouldn’t be happening at all but is nonetheless.

He can tell that you were greatly affected by it and would do anything and everything in his power to rid you of it all. Jing yuan promises that the anxieties and the stress of having to constantly look over your shoulder, praying that the person responsible for all of it wasn’t nearby would be gone in a heartbeat.

His status as the General was more then enough to scare the creep stiff and profusely apologise for not knowing that you were his partner, rather then apologise to you like he should be, only for Jing Yuan to smile apathetically and say:

‘I’m not the one you should be apologising to,’ he then gestures towards you, ‘they are. So I’d suggest you get on your knees and plea for forgiveness. Quickly.’ He adds with a seriousness as his eyes glowed gold upon opening them and his smile faded.

Needless to say that the creep handed in their notice not long after the encounter with the General.

Dan Heng:

Hates, hates, hates seeing you this scared and uncomfortable by the actions made by one person who thought that it was acceptable to be a freak. All Dan Heng wanted to do in that moment was comfort you and reassure you that everything was going to be okay, but how could he when he himself wasn’t quite sure that was going to be the case?

He hates being uncertain, especially when it’s in regard to your safety in general, because he couldn’t fathom anything happening to you and he was there to protect you like he should’ve.

So instead he helps you in arranging a meeting with your manager about the creep’s behaviour towards you, going as far as to keep a list of all the things they’ve done during their tenure at your workplace in the instance should you not be believed. ‘Just in case.’ He’d say to you as he produced a thick folder filled with the creeps vile actions within the past few months alone.

Thankfully your manager wasn’t a piece of shit and the folder of evidence was enough to take action against the creep, and within immediate effect the bastard was gone by the end of the week; Just as procedures were later put in place for the safety of all employees who believed they were being harassed in the workplace.

After all was said and done, Dan Heng would still want to walk you to work and back, just as a precaution and a reminder that he was always going to be with you no matter what.

Blade:

Doesn’t take to the fact that you were being creeped on lightly and especially not when it was at your workplace either, and he will most likely try to take action into his own hands through any means necessary.

He’s aching to unsheathe his blade and put it to good use and end the pathetic creeps life for ever coming near you with impure intentions without feeling an ounce of guilt. However Blades sets this thought aside and decided to focus on you instead by standing guard outside your workplace until your shift finished.

He didn’t care. He’ll stay as long as he needed if it meant knowing that you were going to be okay, and even if the creep did try to pull something, Blade would be there within seconds to rip them to shreds. However Blade was already an intimidating bloke alone with his physical appearance, that he didn’t need to do much to scare the creep stiff, staring them down with his ruby eyes.

His natural stone face was also benefactor that Blade had going for him in terms of frightening the creep into handing in his notice that very same day. While It may not be how he wants it to end, but that didn’t mean Blade stopped waiting outside your workplace for you.

Just incase a new creep arises in the old one’s place and he needed to get a bit…physical.

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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silly low effort Sir Pentious x reader headcanons —

I don’t write much for him but I know that you Sir Pentious fans are malnourished and starving so eat the fuck up. Also he’s a silly guy so he fits right in with my silly low effort headcanons series. Let’s start off with the funny shit, this bitch is dramatic as fuck. Like say you bail on hanging out with him to go do something else, even if you actually have to do it. He will literally be so sad you’d think he was dying all over again (hah.) And it’s not even to make you feel bad, he’s just genuinely that sad. ”Oh…yes that’s okay, I suppose. I’ll just sit here and… and wait for you to get back. And think about us together… hanging out.” Like he’s so poutty in such a genuine way it’s actually sad because his eyes got all watery and his mouth curls down in a comedically wavey frowns as he crosses his arms and turns away from you. He’s literally so sensitive in general, actually. Like if you make one single harmless comment about how his hat looks crooked, he’s literally thinking about it for the rest of the day. You will literally catch him adjusting his hat every ten seconds and unconvincingly smiling at you and acting like he’s not that self conscious. More on that, he literally needs a crazy amount of reassurance all the time. Like he lives for your compliments. He’s so easily flustered by them too if you genuinely catch him off guard. Like maybe he’s just talking and you’re looking at him totally adoringly, and he notices and goes “What?” And maybe your like “Your smile is so cute.” He’s literally falling backwards, darting his eyes to the side, and not even trying to hide the way his face flushed. “Oh! My dear, i’m glad you—uhm— feel that way. Well, I have to go! Thank you, um, your smile… as well.” He’s also the clingiest mother fucker in the entire world. Like hats off to him, he should an award or something. It’s not even necessarily that he’s touchy or anything, which he is, though. But really he’s really just always lurking around you. He’s constantly following you around like a lost puppy, wherever you go just trailing closely behind. Whatever you’re doing, shit around the house, errands around town, he’s just happy to be by you. He’s also like a fantastic listener. Like he is processing everything you’re saying, and not even on purpose either. But like weeks from now you’re be talking about something and he’ll link it back to some other thing you literally brought up once. ”Oh that reminds me! Did you ever get your laundry machine fixed, because i’m quite good with mechanics so I could—“ And you interrupt him with like “what the fuck? I brought that up like one time a few weeks ago?” And he kinda just blushes and shrugs because honestly he’s not even trying to attain this much information about you, he just likes hearing your voice and in return pays special attention to everything you say. He likes hugs and cuddling so much but he’s so shy about asking for it! I see him as a big spoon or a little spoon, to be honest. Like big spoon because by nature, he’s such a giver. Absolutely anything to make himself useful is a must. So sheltering you and making you feel safe is his first priority. But when you spoon him?? He probably cries. Actually no, he actually cries. Because he is so not used to feeling wanted or deserving of love Vox i’m looking at you, you piece of shit it’s all your fault so when you just wrap your arms around him and pull him close, he can’t contain himself! All because you’re actively showing that you want him and love him, he’s tearing up and mumbling ‘thank you’s. I’m sorry but Sir Pentious would literally treat you so good too. Like he’ll do actually anything for you. Your laundry needs done? He’s on it. Your hungry? He’ll just slither to the store for your favorite snacks. Your back hurts? Have a massage. He lives to please. Especially with you.

a/n — @chronically1online YEAH THATS RIGHT BITCH I DID THIS ONE FIRST. PFF. SHOWS YOU! WHATS UP?? WHATS UP NOW??? 😤😤

#that’s a joke btw #much love brother #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #inbox open #hazbin hotel fluff #sir pentious x reader #sir pentious x you #sir pentious fluff #hazbin hotel sir pentious #sir pentious #silly low effort headcanons

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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hi hun!! i have another in a week :]] it's a little less cute than sunshine reader, but i read the fic where reader swore at someone and everyone was shocked and i thought it was so funnyy

i was thinking a.. hothead!reader who's got a sailor mouth and quick temper, so naturally she curses a LOT. and the boys dare her to try not to curse for just one day, and she accepts it, but without them even doing anything mischievous to tick her off, she drops something and she's like "fuck- shit, damn it!" and the boys are just giggling their head off and constantly reminding her to put money in the swear jar

ooh and maemae, i love the way you write descriptions omgg <333 especially when you write from james' pov, he's such a sweetheart!! ahh you're such an amazing writer, your stuff gives me all the warm fuzzies :] i hope you're taking care of yourself in the midst of writing all these requests!!

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Thank you my love!

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poly!marauders x hothead!reader ♡ 677 words

You know your boyfriends are plotting something. You eye them suspiciously as Sirius whispers to James, both of them giggling like children.

“What,” you say flatly.

James doesn’t even bother trying to hide his grin. “Nothing, sweetheart.”

You huff, biting your lip before you can call him any name that’ll make you lose your prize. It’s nine in the morning, and you’ve only got about sixteen hours to go with no cursing. Twelve if you go to bed early as a measure of self-censure.

Remus had raised an eyebrow at you after a particularly colorful stream of expletives the night before, asking as you made your contribution to the swear jar, “Do you think you could go even one day without swearing like that?” You said you could, and Sirius had pounced on the opportunity for a wager, betting you that you couldn’t go the entire next day without using a single curse word.

You’re sure the boys were hoping you’d forget overnight, but you weren’t accustomed to losing, and damned if you weren’t going to get your prize. Sirius had so little faith in you that he’d agreed to letting you pick what movies you all watched for the next month if you won the bet. The next month. That meant a month-long reprieve from those stupid fucking heist movies they all loved so much.

You’re also certain that, failing their first plan of your poor memory, your boyfriends are going to be cooking up some other scheme to make you falter. One of their famous pranks, to be sure. They tease you incessantly for your short fuse, and they’re bound to try and ignite it any way they can today.

You wonder what it’ll be. Dog breath potion slipped into your water bottle? Stink pellets tossed into your room? Or maybe something so simple as salt in your coffee?

You look down at the mug Remus handed you a minute ago, sniffing at it. They always use Remus when they want to be inconspicuous; it’s so hard to suspect him. But he wants you to lose the bet as much as anyone.

You stand, carrying your still-full mug into the kitchen.

“Not this time,” you mutter.

Remus looks up from his paper, frowning at you as you stomp over to the sink. “Dove, what are you doing?”

“You must think I’m so gullible,” you drawl, pouring the hot coffee down the drain. “There’s no way I’m ingesting anything you—” the handle of the mug slips from your grasp, the dish shattering in the sink “—ah, fuck!” You look up to see Sirius’ eyes widen, glee sparking to life, and realize what you’ve done. “Shit. Damn it!”

Remus puts a hand over his mouth while Sirius hoots, and James simply collapses in giggles, disappearing behind the couch.

“Tha—that was too easy,” Sirius cackles, using his forefinger to wipe under his eyes. “We didn’t even do anything yet!”

“Sweetheart, I’m almost disappointed,” Remus says, shaking his head even as he grins from ear-to-ear. “I thought you’d make it to the afternoon at least. Get your money for the jar.”

“That’s, what?” James' voice comes from behind the couch. “Three dollars?”

“Five,” you say gravely, holding up your favorite finger on each hand. “Fuck you, you assholes.”

“Pretty sure that’s six, babydoll.” Sirius cheeses at you. “Gestures count, don’t they Prongs?”

“A dollar per hand,” James agrees, now recovered enough to sit up on the couch.

You seethe at them, and Remus comes into the kitchen to help you clean up your mess, patting your shoulder consolingly.

“We’ll put it towards date night,” he says.

“Good idea.” Sirius kicks his feet up on the table, making a show of lounging in his chair. “I’m thinking tonight, we order in from that Indian place and watch The Italian Job. What do you think, lads?”

You bristle, but Remus sees the comeback sizzling on your tongue and squeezes your shoulder warningly. “Save your money, dove. Want me to make you some more coffee? Seems like you might need it today.”

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clementine-thedestroyer · 4 months

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Sometimes, I wish I was as important as your email inbox - John Price x reader

Warnings/tags: Hurt comfort, could be considered angst. Miscommunication(?) established relationship, fem!reader. This was supposed to be pwp... then it turned in to this unholy abomination of hurt comfort because I have daddy issues and can’t fucking do this.

In which, Price has been a bit extra busy with work, and reader feels a bit… alone.

You open the door and step out of the bathroom, tugging your towel tighter around yourself as the steamy warmth from your shower mixes with the relatively cold air of the bedroom.

Price is sitting on your bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs stretched out and phone in hand as he scrolls through the device- likely for something work related. When he sees you step out of the bathroom, his eyes flit towards you and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

You hadn’t expected him to be home yet. For the past week, he’d been leaving early and getting back late. Usually, he left early enough that it was still dark outside, and that the only goodbye you’d get was a gentle nudge to wake you up and a kiss on the forehead- followed by a goodbye and a reassurance he’d be back before you knew it. You knew he had to go, it was some week-long training he was helping to administer- but that didn’t help to soothe the loneliness that came with an empty house and waking up to a cold spot where your husband usually lay.

Most of the time, it was dark again by the time he got back. And he was too exhausted to do much more than shower, collapse into bed next to you, and mumble a few “love you’s” before tugging you against his chest and using you as a body pillow for the night.

Tonight though, he was home earlier than usual.

Not by much- it was still late, and had you been given another thirty minutes, you’d probably have been curled up in bed and- judging by how exhausted you felt- probably completely passed out. And of course- though he may be home earlier than expected… he wasn’t really free. The texts, emails, and paperwork were what most commonly followed him home from work- and it was stupid to be jealous of paperwork or goddamn Gmail. You knew that. You told yourself that constantly. You also constantly reminded yourself that you chose this, you knew what you were getting into with this man. But that didn’t help how starved you’d become for his touch and affection. And it certainly didn't help the nights where you would fall asleep next to your Price, yet feel more alone than ever- because there was something heartbreaking about falling asleep feeling cold, lonely, and unwanted, with the man you loved right next to you- but too busy with what felt like constant work.

Although… As much as you hated those nights, it was still better than when Price would come back with new injuries and guilt weighing heavy on his shoulder.

Today had been a bit of a rough day for you. Tiering, to say the least… especially now, as you realized tonight was shaping up to be one of the ones that hurt the most. And despite the guilt you felt at not even attempting conversation with Price after nearly a week of only goodbyes and goodnights, you really wanted nothing more than to put on your comfiest pajamas and curl up for sleep.

You missed him dearly, but you were too emotionally and mentally drained to figure out what to do about it. Frankly, this was the only thing your exhausted self could think to do: go to sleep and hope that the rest of this (particularly) dreadful week passes quickly.

As exhausted as you may be… you also know that Price is probably about to stand up to take a shower of his own now that you’re out, and that by the time he’s done, you’ll probably be asleep- so you stifle a yawn and pad over to Price.

Once at Price’s side of the bed, you lean over to press a kiss to his forehead- a hand held over your chest to keep your towel from falling down when you do so. “Goodnight.” You mumble, stumbling a bit when you get a head rush as you try to stand back up.

When you start to sway, Price frowns and reaches out, placing a steadying hand on your upper hip. “You alright’, Love?” He asks, forehead knitted in worry.

You nod, ducking your head a bit and pressing a hand against your temple as you wait for the momentary dizziness to pass. “I’m fine, just stood up too fast.” You murmur, silent for a moment as you take a deep breath and start to straighten up.

From where you stand, you can see that Price’s phone is, in fact, open to his email inbox- and you can’t help the frown that accompanies the pang of dejection that shoots through your chest.

“You sure?” Price asks, his concern seemingly only growing as he speaks. “You look a bit off-color.”

You nod your head “yes”, trying your best to simply put Price’s worries to rest. You do know that you should talk to him, that you should take this opportunity to tell him how you feel, that you should stop this spiral you're in. But… you’re tired. Tired physically, tired mentally, tired emotionally- You’re just fucking tired, and everything feels like it’s all going shit.

The hand on your hip moves upwards, and a strong arm wraps around your waist and gently tugs you down. You land with a bit of a bounce onto Price’s lap- his arm around your waist bracing you and keeping you upright as his other one comes up to press the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Bloody hell, you’re burning up.” Price says, the worry lines on his forehead deepening as he quickly drops his phone. “You sure you’re feeling alright?” He asks again, clearly not believing your early assertion of “fine”.

“‘Not sick, just took a hot shower.” You mumble, leaning into his hand where it still rests on your forehead- letting out a deep breath at the touch and letting your heavy eyes drift shut.

Price is clearly unconvinced- looking just as worried as before as he moves one hand to your upper back and the other to the nape of your neck- pulling you close and lifting your hair out of his way so he can check once again for a temperature.

The hand against your forehead must've broken something in you, because from that moment on you feel like a damn had burst. Like all the effort you’d been putting into hiding how bad you’ve needed this is violently swept away and forgotten. Even when you loop your arms around his neck and pull yourself against him, you’re not close enough. No matter how much of you is touching him, you need more. No matter how much you press your face into his chest or the crook of his neck, you can still see the lights from the bedside lamp, smell the soap you used in the shower, and hear the neighbor's dog barking at god knows what. And that’s wrong- because all you want in this moment is Price. You want to be held impossibly close to him, you want your everything to be only him, just for a moment.

You don’t hear what he says, but you feel him take you by the shoulders and gently to get you to look up at him.

In response, you only whine and squeeze him tighter, pressing your face deeper into his neck and shaking your head no.

He gets the hint- a deep sigh leaving his body as you feel him relaxing beneath you. You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head and you feel two large, warm, calloused hands slip under your thighs and lift- moving you so you’re straddling his thighs.

“Comfortable, Love?” He asks- to which you nod, goosebumps rising along your body as the air from the fan, even on its lowest setting, feels frigid against your still slightly damp skin- your towel from a moment ago having fallen as Price moved you. A hand runs along your arm, warming the skin slightly as you feel Price shift underneath you in preparation to stand up.

“Do you want me to get you some clothes?” He asks- to which you, again, shake your head in response. This time, side to side as a “no”.

Price chuckles, the vibrations of his laugh traveling between you as he sets a hand on his nightstand, using it to support himself as lifts you two and yanks the covers out from where he had been sitting on them- settling back down and pulling them up to cover the two of you.

The comforter on you two’s bed is big and fluffy- perfect at trapping body heat and warming you up quickly. It’s probably your favorite blanket in the whole house, and you’ve been known to drag it out of the bed and curl up with it on the couch whenever you’re sick or it’s cold enough outside that the heater can’t keep up. Being wrapped in it is enough for you to- gradually- begin to loosen your hold on Price. Eventually, you’re not so much clinging to him as much as you’re simply draped over him.

But even when you release your death grip, Price doesn't try to get you up. He lets you stay, keeping you pressed close against his chest and your head resting on his shoulder. He keeps one hand under the blanket, resting on your lower back- occasionally stroking at the soft skin with the pad of his thumb or idly tracing the dips and rises of your body as you drifted in and out of sleep. In his other hand, he held his phone. Likely going through emails or doing something or other work related.

You drifted between varying levels of sleep and awakeness as he held you. Whenever your head would start to slip from where he’d propped it up against his shoulder, he’d pause from his work to gently set it back and make sure you were doing okay. He’d often press sweet, loving kisses to the top of your head, cheek, or temple, or give gentle, protective squeezes to your waist whenever he felt you stir awake, and he’d speak soothingly and stroke your hair whenever you started mumbling half-asleep words to yourself or him.

At one point, you started drifting deeper and deeper to sleep- waking up less and having fewer moments of half-awake confusion after being moved or repositioned- only to later wake up flat on your back - now dressed in some pajamas- and with Price slowly pulling away from you.

You jerk awake, gasping for breath as you immediately latch onto the part of Price that’s closest to you- which turns out to be an arm. You immediately find him back at your side, tears running down your face as you beg for him to stay.

You have his right arm in a white-knuckled grip, and his other one is behind your back, holding you up as he looks down at you- the most worried you’ve ever seen him.

“Shh, you’re okay- I’m right here.” Price says, his look of concern only worsening as you let go of his arm in favor of clinging to his torso.

“D-Don’t go!” You sob, the burst of adrenaline from waking up and thinking he was leaving flushing through your body and leaving you shaky and with a pounding heart.

“I’m not going to leave, Love.” he reassures you, one of his hands petting your head, his beard scratching at your cheek as he holds you close in an attempt to comfort you. “But you have to tell me what’s wrong.”

You don’t respond, hiding your face against him.

He pulls away, cupping your cheek gently and making you look at him. “Sweetheart, I’m worried. You wouldn’t talk at all once you got in my lap, and you freaked out when I tried to set you down. I need you to talk to me.”

You pull your face away, going back to hiding against his chest… but eventually nod.

Price is silent for a moment- thinking before he speaks again

“Did someone hurt you?”

A quick shake of your head “no” and a heavy sigh of relief from Price.

“Is it something that happened at work?”

Another shake of your head “no”.

“Is it something that I did?”

You hesitate…

Your lack of answer tells Price enough, and a kiss is pressed to the top of your head. Had you moved your face from where you were hiding it, you would have seen not only the look of absolute love he was looking down at you with, but the thinly veiled guilt he held as he watched the way you clung to him.

“I figured, love.”

You hiccup, choking on your own tears as you do and starting to cough. Price rubs soothing circles into your back as you try to catch your breath.

“I know, I know. This training thing is hard, and I should've done better at making sure my girl was okay. I’m sorry, love.”

“Y-you don’t have anything to be sorry f-”

Price cuts you off with a stern look.

“None of that, now. I should’ve made more of an effort to be there for you.” He pauses, kissing you sweetly before continuing. “I love you so, so much, and I’m so sorry I let you forget that and that I let things get to this point, okay?”

“I love you too- “ You say softly, sniffling and trying to wipe away some of your tears- only for Price to come in with a tissue and gently start to blot at your red and blotchy face.

“I’m sorry for not talking to you about it…” You mumble, your face heating up as you try to take the tissue from Price to dry your own face, but failing to do anything more than get him to laugh a bit and start teasing you by keeping the tissue away.

“Tomorrow is the last day of the training, I’m going to take the day after off, and we’re going to do something, okay?” He says, laughing softly before letting you have the tissue and kissing you on the cheek.

Price’s hand finds yours, and he laces you two’s fingers together before pulling your still interlocked hands up and pressing a kiss to the back of yours.

“And I’m not just sorry about this week, I’m sorry about recently in general. I’m going to be better about making sure I make time and showing you how much I care for you, okay?”

You nod, giving one final wipe to your face before you started squirming in his hold in an attempt to sit up a bit more.

“I’m going to be better too- I’m not going to bottle things up… and I’m going to try harder to tell you when I’m feeling like something’s wrong instead of letting it get like this…”

Pride tugs Price’s smile wider, and he brushes a strand of hair out of your face- tucking it behind your ear before pressing yet another kiss to your face.

“Thank you, Sweetheart. I’m glad.”

You smile, feeling like a weight has been lifted after your cry and conversation with Price. You wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him as tight as you possibly can in an attempt to convey how thankful you are. Of his patience, of his kindness, of him.

“I love you,” You say into his chest as you squeeze him

He lets out a soft “oof” at your squeeze, huffing in amusement before wrapping his own arms around you and giving you a (far from full strength) squeeze of his own.

“I love you too.”

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yourmidnightlover · 8 months

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getting it over with - ch 1

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: after relentless teasing and being the butt of too many jokes, you ask bucky to help you become more experienced in… a particular area of your life

warning: precious bucky, virgin shaming?, virgin reader, slight male!oc x reader, sexual harrassment, illuding to sex, talk of sex

w/c: 2.5k

a/n: i am working on part 2 in my other series, timeless. i've been debating two different ways i could take it and it's been an internal battle trying to figure that out. that being said, i can't help myself and started writing this and so here it is! this will likely be a simple mini series with smut in the later parts, probably the next one tbh. anywho... enjoy!

another night with the girls, and yet another night of beng singled out and ridiculed over a miniscule part of your life.

you were a well accomplished woman and yet all of your hard work has consistently been overlooked in nearly every conversation because of your extracurricular activities. or, well, more like your lack of extracurricular activities.

you had been working with the avengers for five years now as their pr manager, living there for a little over three after finding it was easier to represent and present the team in a brighter light when you knew more about them. it was after you moved in that you got much closer to james ‘bucky’ barnes, who you’ve coined the nickname of ‘jamie’ for. your friends also began to question why you hadn’t, in their terms, “banged,” one of the avengers you happened to live with.

truth be told, you did enjoy spending time with them, especially bucky. but, that would be crossing a line. you were practically employed by them. well, technically you were employed by tony, but that didn’t change the fact that they were your clients. it was just particularly easy to find the good in the people who constantly saved the world. well, that, and you were supposed to make them look good anyway.

the most difficult one to paint in the golden light was definitely bucky. you were great at getting the media to lean into his humanity and reminding them of how he had been tortured into what he became. you’ve imagined him to the public as “sargeant bucky barnes,” giving him back the title he earned rather than the name he was branded. he was still wary of venturing into the eye of the public, but everytime he did there were less people yelling at him and more people giving pitying looks and whispers. sure, he would rather not be recognized at all, but whispering was a hell of a long way from harassment.

bucky was grateful for everything you’d done for him. truth be told, you were grateful for everything they had done for you anyway. hell they had repeatedly saved all of humanity, helping their reputation was the least you could do for them.

but regardless of how well of a job you’ve done making the avengers’ reputation way lighter, somehow the only thing your old friends could talk about is how you’re somehow still a virgin.

“god, i can’t believe you’re still a virgin sometimes. especially being surrounded by hunks like him,” stephanie spoke up as she flipped her bleached hair behind her shoulder. “i would’ve tried my luck long before i cleared their name, girl. i mean, that sergeant guy has the prettiest blue eyes, and have you never wondered what he could do with that metal hand of his?”

you rolled your eyes, “he’s more than a pretty face, steph. he’s actually really sweet, too. his humor’s a bit old, kinda like a grandpa.”

“well, if he’s a grandpa then i’d gladly be his sugar baby,” she squeaked as she sipped on her vodka cranberry.

“can we not talk about him like that?” your face furrowed in embarrassment and you only hoped that she would take your blushing as remnants of the alcohol running through your body.

“why?” she scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “do you want him or something?” she paused, seeingly waiting for your response. clearly, your silence was answer enough. “oh my god you like him, don’t you?”

“no, no, it’s not like that,” you shook your head as you downed the rest of your drink. “i just spend a lot of time with him because of the job, y’know?”

“why don’t you just get him to pop your precious cherry?” she ventured as she stood from her stool.

boy, had you wished for that. mostly in your wildest dreams, but part of you hoped it could maybe happen. but then, you would wake up and were reminded of your place in the world. besides, jamie was over 100 years old. there’s no way he’d want someone who didn’t know what they were doing in the bedroom.

“or,” steph interrupted your thoughts. “we can get out there and find you a different guy to pop your cherry,” she finished with a wink as she grabbed your hands, pulling you from your seat and to the dance floor.

you managed to sneak a glance at the clock before the crowd surrounding you made it more difficult, reading the time being 11 pm. you told the guys you’d be back before 1, so that gave you enough time to please stephanie and then politely excuse yourself.

surprisingly, you had begun to enjoy yourself. the music wasn’t so bad with the surge of confidence the alcohol running through your veins gave you. after a few too many drinks, you were in your own world. finally unbothered by the nagging thoughts of your friends and the weight of your job on your shoulders.

you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder before turning to see a sweet smile. he had big, brown eyes and shaggy hair, broad shoulders, none that compared to the men you lived with, but they were nice nonetheless.

“hi,” he said even sweeter than his smile, keeping his hands to himself politely. “i-i’m noah.”

“well, hello, noah,” you smiled as you stepped closer to him, uncharacteristically throwing your arms around his neck as you continued to sway to the music. “y/n.”

“i-uh-you-you’re gorgeous,” he stuttered as his hands modestly found your waist.

“you really think so?” you said teasingly before leaning up to his ear. “i think you are super cute, yourself.”

at this point, you had nearly forgotten all about stephanie’s presence at all. maybe she had already left with another guy, herself? who knows. right now, all you knew was that you didn’t know brown eyes could be so pretty. mayb you didn’t want to wait anymore. maybe you didn’t want to be the old virgin in your friend group anymore. maybe noah could change that.

“you’re unreal,” he chuckled as he continued to sway with you for the next song until you began to kiss on his neck.

“you taste so sweet,” you commented in his ear before kissing right below it. he pulled back, giving you a sweet smile before connecting your lips together.

“you taste sweeter, believe me,” he huffed out a breath as you reconnected your lips with his.

“i think i want you, noah,” you whispered against his lips so softly he wasn’t sure he even heard you. “pretty please?”

“ye-yea, sure,” he guided you out of the bar, you needing nearly all of his support to even walk out of the threshold of the door.

“think ‘m sleepy, noah,” you mumbled against his neck as the cold air hit your face, as if it had began to sober you up.

“you just said you wanted me…?” he perplexed as he pulled you aside into the ally to gather yourself.

“‘m sorry, noah,” you shrugged as the cold air hit you again. “‘s cold outside, can i go back in?” you turned to walk back inside when he grabbed your arm, probably a bit more harsh than he intended to.

“what the fuck?” he sounded disappointed. “i complimented you, i let you make the first move, and now you just wanna back out?” he pulled you closer to his body. “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“i-i dunno, i just got confused i think?” you stumbled as you tried to back away once more. “it’s too cold out here, noah.”

“maybe this’ll warm you up,” he grabbed your pliable face and brought you back in for a kiss before you tried to push him away again.

“y/n?” you heard a raspy voice call out. “what the fuck?” you turned to see your jamie confused.

“jamie!” you tred to wiggle out of noah’s grasp once more, a disgruntled look on your face as you did so. “jamie…” you were now limply wrestling out of noah’s grasp as he scoffed at the situation in front of him.

“what?” he said in disbelief. “you wanna lead me on and leave with this guy?”

“noah-”

“i think you need to back of the lady, alright, man?” bucky spoke up as he stepped closer towards you. “she’s clearly a bit drunk, just let me take her home and we’ll be on our way. no harm, right?” he tried to reason with the douchebag.

“no harm?” he grasped your arm tighter before he continued, making you wince slightly. “so this bitch is able to fucking lead me on and then leave me high and dry and there’s ‘no harm’?”

“okay, i’ve tried to be nice about this,” without a second of hesitation, he had noah’s arms behind his back, not enough to seriously injure him, but just enough to harm him enough to not tempt him to do any more harm. “you will apologize to miss y/n for talking to her the way you did, you will walk away, and you won’t do anything like that to any woman in the near future, understood?” noah nodded. “am i understood?!”

“yes, yes!” bucky nudged him further in your direction as you were leaning your back against the brick wall for stability. “i’m sorry, y/n.”

“for…?” bucky taunted.

“i’m sorry for talking to you the way i did.”

“good boy,” bucky teased as he released the man, letting him run away and not sparing him another glance before he made his way closer to you.

“‘m sorry, jamie,” you stumbled forward and threw your arms around him. you had never been so openly affectionate, especially with bucky since you knew his aversions. since you were so drunk, you simply didn’t register the unspoken boundaries you had unintentionally set in place for yourself. “didn’t wanna make him mad. jus’ changed my mind s’all,” you buried your face in his neck.

“you have a right to change your mind, doll,” he soothed as he gently rubbed your back, leading you to steve’s car he borrowed.

“y/n?” you snapped your head to look at bucky as he spoke. “i don’t want you to be so late again, doll. it’s almost 2 am. had me worried sick about ya,” his hand danced on your knee, you assumed to comfort you after the events of the night.

“i didn’t know,” you shook your head. “i swear, i just lost track of time. s’not like me to do this. i just got so mad and wanted to get it over with, y’know?”

“get what over with?”

“you won’t laugh at me?” you grabbed his hand that was resting on your knee and turned in your seat to face your body towards him. “never, doll,” he chuckled at your serious tone.

“i’m tired of bein’ a virgin,” you said with a sense of disappointment. “don’ want people makin’ fun of me anymore.”

“that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, doll,” he shook his head as he put the car in park before running to your side of the car and helping you out. “some people want to save that moment, i get it.”

“no,” you groaned as you leaned into him. “i don’t wanna save it. i was just scared at first, and then i didn’t want to, and now it’s too late because nobody wants to be with a virgin.”

“that’s not true, y/n,” he shook his ehad as he pressed your shared floor on the elevator.

“would you wanna have sex with me?” you wondered aloud as bucky began coughing loudly. “don’t be mean,” you huffed and crossed your arms, figuring he was trying to hide his laugh. “steph said i should get you to ‘pop my cherry’ but i knew you would’t wan-”

“hey, that’s not what i meant,” he stopped your train of thought.

“so you do wanna ‘pop my cherry’?” you awed at the man as the elevator doors opened.

“i wan’ you to stop referencing it as ‘popping your cherry’,” he grimaced as he said it himself.

“you wanna have sex with me? bang? do the deed? take my virginity? make love?”

“stop it,” he groaned as you giggled, leaning into his chest even more. “i wanna have this conversation when your sober, if you even remember it.”

“i’ll remember, my sweet jamie,” you held onto his arm as he walked you to your room, helping you get into bed before going into your bathroom and returning with your bin of skincare. “this is why you’re my sweet jamie,” if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was blushing.

he began using your makeup wipes to remove the remnants of makeup that had survived the night, followed by micellar water to remove the excess remover from your face. you knew he had seen you do your skincare routine after having so many late movie nights with one another, but it was still flattering that he had remembered it all so well. he finished applying your toners, serums, and finally your moisturizer with gentle hands, his metal one providing a nice cold surface that woke your skin up a bit more. it wasn’t until you reached up to grab his flesh hand that he noticed the bruises lacing your arms.

“god,” he sighed as he looked down at his lap. “i’m so sorry i was too late, doll.”

“you weren’t too late,” you shook your head at his negativity. “you were perfectly on time. you saved me. i don’t-i don’t know what would’ve happened had you not shown up. i-”

“i don’t wanna think about what could’ve happened, please,” he shook his head as he held onto your bruised wrist softly, tenderly rubbing his cool metal hand over the damaged skin before pressing a kiss to it.

“will you stay with me tonight?” you asked softly, as if you were scared he would say no. as if he would ever tell you no.

“only if you’re sure,” you nodded eagerly with a grin before he crawled into bed with you.

bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist as you laid on his chest, breathing in his scent as his soothing heartbeat calmed you down after the nights antics.

“i’ll remember tomorrow, jamie.”

CHAPTER 2

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kooktrash · 2 years

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depend on me | jjk hybrid

summary | you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind

warnings | 13.1k words, bunnygirl!reader x human!jungkook, childhood friends, ddlg undertones, smut, rough smut, hybrid smut, oral sex, slight dubcon but not actually, breeding kink, daddy kink, table sex, jk shows you how strong he is, riding, rutting, cunnilingus, use of pet names, overprotective koo, dirty talk, past relationships, friends to lovers, AGE GAP [FOUR YEARS] heat cycle

Deja vu was never anything he was new too. Technically, he’s only experienced a couple times before but he remembers each time vividly. Jungkook doesn’t actually know if this counts as deja vu though.

It’s not a sense that he’s done this before, it’s more of a fact. He’s been in this same situation before, a few actually. It’s been so long though his brain short-circuits when it fishes the memories out his head. He visualizes them at the same time, side by side watching them quickly clone into even more times this has happened.

He feels bad every time it happens. He can’t imagine it feels nice to be the apparent cause of this so he always felt bad for you. But you should be the last thing on his mind during these times, he just can’t help it. He doesn’t like seeing you get the blame. It wasn’t your fault, it never was. If it was anyone’s fault it was his. He’s the one who never tries hard.

But still, even as he knows this, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. He lets it happen over and over again because he literally does not know how to change it from happening. There’s only one way for it to stop apparently but he was never going to do that.

“I’m just asking you to prioritize me as your girlfriend instead of Y/n.”

“It feels like you pay more attention to her than me.”

That’s the Deja vu part. It tends to be along the same lines so he calls it deja vu. Some girls might call it a red flag but he can’t understand why. He never understood why every girl was so bothered by it.

He never understood the constant dislike toward you. Okay sure you weren’t the nicest but you weren’t the meanest either. In his eyes you were nothing but a sweet bunny. It’s like no one can understand his friendship with you, they always expected something more lingering under the surface even if there was nothing there.

“I don’t get why I’m always the problem,” you sighed shaking your head as you looked at your friend, “It’s like they’re looking for someone to blame and I just happen to be the person for the job.”

“Oh please stop bullshitting,” Jimin rolled his eyes sorting through his hand of cards, “You are the problem. It’s all because of your lifetime crush on Jeon Jungkook.”

Other than Jungkook one of your closest friends is Jimin. He lives right next door and being some of the only hybrids on your floor you’ve managed to get close. Jungkook wasn’t too thrilled at first especially knowing Jimin was a hybrid as well but he couldn’t do anything about it. Jimin was a snow leopard hybrid with a long fluffy spotted tail that you loved petting and it was good for you to interact with others similar to you.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes sinking lower into your spot on the couch thinking back to what he was trying to tell you. Alright, fine. Yeah that was part of the problem but you always thought you were good at hiding it. You’ve been hiding it from Jungkook for years. Before you could plead your side of things your phone distracted you. It vibrated once with another text from Jungkook displaying—the fourth in the last ten minutes.

jungkook | I’m starting to think I really am the problem

y/n | no I am remember

jungkook | whatever I’m on my way home

“Ugh! I’m always put second!” Jimin whined throwing a pillow at you when you let your cards go to respond. You rolled your eyes setting your phone back down, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about being your best friend. Jungkook shouldn’t count since you’re in love with him,” Jimin said with a scoff as he reached for the pack and started putting the cards away. His tail was behind him swaying rhythmically making your eyes focus on the movement, your little fluff tail twitching.

“You have to stop saying that, he’s on his way,” you sighed making yourself comfortable on the couch as you stuck an arm out to reach for the spotted tail of his, “And you are my best friend. Jungkook is…”

“Jungkook is Jungkook, I know, it’s complicated,” he said mockingly like he’s heard you say it before, though he has. He sat next to you allowing you to pet his tail, “But if you’re not dating then you’re friends which means he’s actually your best friend and I’m just a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.”

You smiled as you got up throwing yourself over Jimin in what you would call an embrace if he wasn’t fighting it so hard, “You are my best friend.”

“Is this a bad time?”

Both of your heads turned toward the door as Jungkook came in. He was taking his shoes off looking between you two with furrowed brows. You sat back fixing your hair as you released Jimin’s tail and looked up at Jungkook. He went to his room discarding his stuff before coming back to where the two of you were. He gave one more look to Jimin who was hitting the tip of his tail against your nose making it scrunch up while you giggled.

When Jungkook sat down you turned to look at him scooting closer until you were planted on his lap and his arms wrapping around your waist. Your nose twitched at the overwhelming scent of tangy perfume his latest girlfriend loved to wear and you didn’t like it. He let you nuzzle your face into his neck trying to scent him and rid the smell of some other girl.

It was always like this with Jungkook, he just never seemed to catch on why you did it and you’d never admit it. Of course you loved Jungkook, he was the sweetest human you’d ever met. Ever since you were kids he was always the one to comfort you after bullies pulled on your ears or got paint on your white fluffy tail.

Jungkook had always been one of the older neighborhood kids in your apartment complex. You’d lived there all your life and after school you would spend all your time at the complex park and walkways. Jungkook was four years older than you so you kept your distance at first. It wasn’t until you were five years old that a nine year old Jungkook approached you.

He’d been playing with his human friends when one kid decided to throw a rock at the little bunny hybrid playing by themselves—you were always playing by yourself. Jungkook remembers telling the kid to leave you alone, that you weren’t doing anything but they never listened. His friends made fun of him for sticking up for some hybrid but that never stopped him. Instead, he’d approached the small girl with droopy white bunny ears crying under a tree. He sat with you the entire afternoon trying to comfort you, telling you how cute you were compared to those little girls who were mean to you. He’d tell you not to waste your tears on them and that he’d protect you.

Just like that one afternoon turned into more. Jungkook had practically taken you under his wing forcing his friends to be nice to the bunny and leaving when they weren’t. He’d bandage up your bloody knees from tripping and wash off any dye thrown on your white ears. Kids were cruel to you growing up and Jungkook had made it his mission to always be there for you.

In middle school and high school it was harder for him to see you since he was a teenage boy with changing emotions. Girls his age and older caught his attention and he’d spend his afternoons with friends at arcades or game rooms. He’d make out with girls at parties and drink like all his other friends. To be honest he hardly thought about you in these situations.

When he would get home if he’d see you around he’d ask how you were doing but that was it. You were still the growing bunny hybrid he’d grown to care for so he always felt guilty when he couldn’t see you for a couple days. He practically had seen you grow up and put up with so much torment from your peers that he wanted to be the one who was there for you. The problem was your age difference, he couldn’t be hanging out with you all the time without people looking at him weird so he had to stop. He took your number instead so that you can rant to him about whatever you wanted and he’d respond.

His friends made fun of you every time they saw you. They’d poke at Jungkook and call you his girlfriend or his pet and he’d argue with them over it. There never understood his relationship with you and he never went into detail. In reality he just wanted to protect you. He’d always see you getting picked on outside and he never saw your parents. All he saw was a little kid always outside by themself and his need to comfort had never changed.

Maybe it had something to do with having an older brother but Jungkook always craved to have someone look up at him like that. To feel secure because he was around and trust that he’d be there through anything. You made him feel that way.

So, after he graduated high school and was moving to Seoul for university it had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Having to tell you he was moving away was so hard, he still remembers seeing little 14 year old you crying. You yelled at him that day, told him you didn’t need him anyway and that he could go and never come back for all you care. That had hurt him more than his break up from his high school girlfriend. You’d ran off into your house and he couldn’t do anything about it.

If it wasn’t for his parents telling him of the little hybrid Jungkook used to be friends with moving to Seoul he would’ve never known. He tried visiting during breaks but as time passed his life had gotten busy. Four years after he left and you graduated you reunited again. He called you asking what your plan was when you got to Seoul and in the end he asked if you wanted to move in with him until you figured out what to do.

That was three years ago when you were 18, now you were 21 and the two of you still lived together as roommates.

“Kookie!” You whined wiggling off his lap when his fingers played with your tail, you crashed into Jimin scooting back, “You’re not even listening!”

Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts turning to look at you. His brow arched, “Hm?”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I asked what happened between you and Yuna.”

He let out a sigh running a hand over his face. He looked at Jimin wishing he was anywhere but here. He’d rather talk to just you but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. With a shrug he said, “Well she basically said I don’t prioritize her and that she wishes I’d give her more attention.”

You made a pout shaking your head, “But you do prioritize her!” Jimin nudged you from behind but you ignored it. You knew what Jimin was thinking. He was wanting to know why you always did this to yourself. Why you never told Jungkook how you felt about him and instead let him go on and date whoever he wanted and then her upset when they break up.

You had a reason for it, of course you did. It was pretty simple too. You have always had a crush on Jungkook but you also have always known he’s different. He’s popular, he’s attractive, he’s nice. He doesn’t have any sort of quirk like pointed ears and a tail. He was the perfect example of a human male. He was always sought after by girls for as long as you could remember, girls who didn’t have anything off about them either and you just didn’t compete. So instead you bottled your feelings in hopes of staying by his side even if it was just as friends.

“I thought so too Bun,” Jungkook shrugged standing up and walking away. Jimin let out a sigh, “I’m gonna get going, I’ve got work in an hour.”

You waved him goodbye and made yourself comfortable on the couch. You watched Jungkook move around in the kitchen probably preparing dinner but you couldn’t think about food right now.

Right now all you could think about was the fact that yet another relationship of his was ruined because of you. You just don’t get it. Any time Jungkook introduces you to a girl he’s seeing you’re always on your best behavior. You’re nice and patient, you keep your distance from him and you try and make them feel comfortable whenever they’re over. Just because you couldn’t have him didn’t mean you wanted him to be alone. You wanted him to be happy and if he thinks whoever he is seeing will make him happy than you try your hardest to play nice. But it’s like no matter what you did it never worked. They always grew to hate you, always asked why you lived with him, why you couldn’t go off on your own. One even told you that the only reason he keeps you around is because he pities you—safe to say Jungkook never spoke to that girl again. Still, maybe they were right.

Maybe Jungkook really did just pity you like he had when you were kids and didn’t know how to ask you to leave. Maybe you were just taking up space, his personal space. You remember when he asked if you had a place to stay coming to Seoul. You’d told him now and he’d offered up his art studio to be your bedroom. He moved his things out and put a bed in for you.

Jungkook was in the middle of dicing up some vegetables for you, he was going to make soup with all of your favorite ingredients which were mostly greens. He looked up from his spot in the kitchen finding you laying down on the couch. Your ears dropped over your eyes and you were curled into yourself hugging one of the throw pillows. With furrowed brows he set the knife down wiping his hands clean before walking over to you. He took a seat at your feet, “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t say anything taking the pillow and pulling it over your head to hide under. His hand found it’s way to your back rubbing small circles, “Come on bunny tell me what’s wrong.”

You shook your head moving the pillow with and he sighed. He reached for the pillow trying to take it out of your grip only for you to turn on your stomach digging your face into the cushion. He let out a sigh taking your arm to pull you up into a sitting position before bringing you over to his lap, “What’s wrong?”

His lip stuck out in a pout when he looked over you face finding a stray tear slip from your eye. His heart broke at the sight and he was rushing to wipe it away, “Why are you crying?”

“Because it’s my fault,” you let out a sigh, “I ruined another relationship of your—“

“No, honey you didn’t,” his brows furrowed as he shook his head, “Don’t blame yourself when it had nothing to do with you.”

You were smaller than him in height which made it easier for him to coddle you but as he tried to you stood up. He called out for you but you ran to your room leaving him to trail after you only took her the door slammed in his face. He tried the doorknob knocking, “Come on Y/n don’t do this, let’s just have dinner and not think about it anymore.”

Still, you ignored him leaving him to eat all by himself and head to bed without seeing you again.

“Jungkook you just don’t get it,” Namjoon shook his head letting out a sigh as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Jungkook was in the middle of telling his group of friends what happened last week. You’ve been avoiding him the last couple of days and he doesn’t get why. He’s told you over and over again that his recent break up was not your fault. It was Yuna’s. She wanted to break up with him and she chose to blame you for it when you were nothing but nice to her. He’d see the way you’d come running with a smile offering her cookies and cake only for her to turn you down.

He was hoping talking to his friends would help him clear his mind but it seems to be having the opposite effect. Yoongi was brushing his tail as he spoke, “You know why this keeps happening but you want to act like it’s not a problem.”

Namjoon nodded, “Exactly. I’ve just got one question for you, okay?”

With a sigh Jungkook nodded waiting to hear what he’d have to say. He was thankful for the friends he’s made over the last couple of years. They were much more open minded than his friends back home but maybe it had something to do with their diversity. Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jin were all human with no extra perk while Yoongi and Hoseok were hybrids. Yoongi was a calico cat hybrid and Hoseok was a ferret. The group was balanced and diverse so they were much easier to talk to about his problems than his friends back home. Still, they didn’t seem to be on his side today.

“Say the next girl you meet is the one,” Namjoon began looking straight at Jungkook as they all sat around a table trying to have lunch between work shifts, “She’s everything you look for in a partner, you can genuinely see yourself spending the rest of your life with her. Let’s say she doesn’t mind your friendship with Y/n but she asks for one thing.”

Jungkook held his breath waiting for Namjoon to finish. Namjoon goes on, “She wants to spend the rest of her life with you and all she asks is for you and her to move in together. She wants Y/n to live somewhere else because it’d be inappropriate. What would you do then?”

“Y/n would just move in with Jimin,” Jungkook shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal but he tried to picture it. He’d have to tell Jimin about how you like your eggs in the morning and how you prefer your vegetables diced up. He’d give Jimin a list of foods you don’t like and foods you do. He’d show him what to do when your teeth begin to hurt and where to take you when your heat acts up—though he wouldn’t be comfortable you living with Jimin when that happens. Maybe he’ll just drive you to your heat partners himself so you wouldn’t have to worry about triggering Jimin—

“No, I mean what if this girl wants to live far from Y/n? She doesn’t want you to have to take care of anyone else,” Namjoon clarified, “But she’s your perfect match so you don’t want to lose her. What will you do when that happens?”

“I—I’ll…” Jungkook tried to picture it. He tried picturing this perfect imaginary person he’d want to spend the rest of his life with. Though if they were perfect they wouldn’t want him to distance himself from you, would they? No, no they wouldn’t.

“Jungkook this should be easy,” Hoseok cut in with a shrug of his shoulders, “You’d just be living separately so it shouldn’t be that hard to answer his question.”

“I know,” Jungkook looked down. It should be easy but it isn’t. He lived away from you for four years after high school and though he managed he’d be lying if he said he never wondered how his little bunny friend was. It’s why it was so easy for him to ask you to move in with him when you moved to the city. You’d grown up together in the same apartment building, the only time you were separated was when he moved away and he remembers how much it hurt you both when he did.

‘Go!’ Fourteen year old you had yelled at him, ‘I don’t care that you’re leaving. You can leave and never come back for all I care! I don’t need you! You’re just like everyone else anyway, all you do is throw people away when you don’t need them anymore!’

He tried to picture what would happen if his girlfriend really did ask him to live away from you. If the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with asked him to leave you behind what would he do? What would you say then?

He doesn’t think he can put up with you hating him again. He felt so torn when he first moved away that the second he found out you were moving to his city he had to keep you close.

“You’re stressing him out,” Jin pointed out catching Jungkook zone out in thought. He patted Jungkook’s knee, “He just means you have to think about your relationship with Y/n and how it’s affecting your other relationships.”

He did try and think about it for the rest of the day. Every time he thought about it though he couldn’t wrap his mind around what it meant. He hasn’t ever had to think about it. All the girls he’s been with in the past could never stand between you and him. It was just too different.

He had romantic feelings for them, of course he did. But what he felt for you was different, it’d always been. He’d never seen anyone protect you and that’s all he’d ever wanted. Why couldn’t he do that and be in a relationship at the same time? Why did they make him choose between them and you when they didn’t compare? His relationships never lasted more than a few months while he’s known you since he was nine. Now at 25 you’d think he’d want to settle down with someone just a little, and he does. He really does crave someone’s affection but not if it meant he couldn’t see you every morning and every night.

Jungkook has been asked numerous times why he doesn’t just date you. You live in an age where hybrid and non-hybrid couples exist and are accepted so why not? The truth is he’s never imagined you and him like that. Growing up you’d always been the younger girl he comforted in rough times. He’d remind you how important you were and how special too. He’d tell you that your bullies just picked on you because they thought you were weak and you weren’t. It had everything to do with your age growing up that had him never having any romantic feelings toward you and as you both hit adulthood he just never thought of you that way.

He’s also positive you’ve never seen him that way too. He’s seen the boys you’ve invited over and and the mean you’ve had for your heat. They were all hybrids, all taller and buffer. All had something special about them unlike him.

Hell, even your friend Jimin was so different from him. Jimin had soft pointed gray ears. He had the prettiest of spots on his tail that you absolutely adored. He’d see you fawn over Jimin’s special features that Jungkook just couldn’t compare. Even with Hoseok you’d play with him any time he was over always reaching for his tail and giggling when he did the same. You’d play with Yoongi who’d let you cuddle up against him because who didn’t like a cute little bunny like you? All Jungkook could do for you was make sure you never got hurt and even that he couldn’t compare with a hybrid’s strength.

When he got home later that day he found you doing homework at the dining table. Your ears were drooped to the side and you had a penstuck in your mouth for concentration. You jumped out of your seat the second you saw him and ran into his open arms, “You’re home!”

He smiled warmly carrying you back over to your chair and set you down. He combed his fingers through your hair making sure to touch that spot near the base of your ears that was a little sensitive, “What time did you get home today?”

“My last class was cancelled so I came home a little earlier,” you said leaning into his touch, foot thumping on the floor at the pleasure of being petted. He gently pulled his hand away to let you finish studying as he carried his work portfolio to his room. Unlike him who was working a full time job, you were still in University. You were in your second to last year while he worked at a production company during the week. You didn’t pay rent but that’s because he told you not to. He covered rent fully knowing you were in school with scholarships and financial aid and unless you had a job you wouldn’t have any money.

The simple fix was to get a job but he was not too thrilled about that. It’d be more hours in the day that you wouldn’t see each other and he can’t imagine you working some Night Shift alone where he can’t take care of you. Like he’s said before, he’s not even sure if your parents helped with anything at all.

After changing out of his work clothes he went to the kitchen rummaging through groceries looking for what to make for dinner. You and Jungkook split chores up evenly. You didn’t know how to cook so instead you cleaned while he made food when he was around. You’d both go grocery shopping and get things you needed. When you were home alone you mostly snacked until he made food.

“So what’d you do when you got home?” Jungkook asked as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows washing his hands at the sink. He looked over at the pen you had in your mouth, seeing the way the end was covered in teeth marks. Wiping his hands dry he reached for your box of teething sticks and took one out walking over to you. You looked up at him with rounded doe eyes and watched him pull the pen out of your mouth and hand you the stick instead. You gave him a cheeky smile and took it with an apology.

“I went over to Jimin’s and he introduced me to a new friend of his! He’s a tiger!” You sat with your knees tucked under you on the chair bouncing a little, “His name’s Taehyung and he smells so good! He smells like grass and honey. He says he likes to sleep in the sun and I do too! So we got along pretty quickly.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed in discomfort. He didn’t like you friends with all these predators. You could seriously get hurt if you weren’t careful enough and if nobody was there to save you. Still, he just nodded letting you express your joy in meeting someone new, “His roommate is human too! Can you believe that? We had so much in common.”

Jungkook carried over a plate of vegetable chips over to where you were. He looked down at your homework and sat next to you hand feeding you when you asked him to. He smiled, “Just remember to be careful bun, make sure to call me if anything ever happens to you.”

You rolled your eyes despite the way your heart melted chewing thoroughly through the food he gave you, “I promise.”

Jungkook held your hand the entire way to his friend’s house. He knew how anxious you got sometimes surrounded by new people and he knew tonight that would be the case. He’d been invited over to Hoseok’s place on Friday since he was inviting a few people over he asked Jungkook to bring you along. You seemed eager at first but now that you were at the door you were timid. You kept looking around as if to make a mistake and he pulled you into his side, “We can leave if you want to.”

Before you could object the door was opening and Hoseok was smiling down at you both, “Good you’re here, come in! Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen. Don’t touch aux or I’ll kill you.”

With that you scooted closer to Jungkook. He rolled his eyes at his friend before leading you toward the kitchen. There were more people than he thought so he made sure to keep you close.

“Why doesn’t this open?” You held up a bottle with a corkscrew, trying to twist it off.

“You need a bottle opener,” he said simply hoping it’d satiate your curiosity. From the corner of his eye he could see you take a bottle and try and open it with a regular bottle opener instead of one for corkscrews. You hit the metal against the top. You did it over and over again letting out a whine, “It’s broken!”

“No honey, like this,” he took it out of your hands and took the right opener making sure to twist it on and show you exactly how to get it open.

“That’s stupid,” you turned away losing interest once it was finally open and looked at the crowd of people. Your eyes widened, “Taehyung!”

Jungkook’s head shot up immediately catching you just before you took off. He reached out to you but you were crossing the room toward a guy with black rounded ears and a striped orange tail. He smiled widely at you as you made your way up to him.

Jungkook set his drinks down on the table looking around the room as he tried to go after you.

“Jungkook! Come here for a second,” Namjoon called out to him. He looked over at his friend and a tall blonde next to him before looking back to you. You were smiling with the guy you called Taehyung and once he made sure everything was okay he went to Namjoon.

“Hey,” he mumbled reaching over the island for his drink.

“Hyeri this is my friend Jungkook, the one I’ve been telling you about?” Namjoon said with a smirk, “Jungkook this is Hyeri. Hyeri has been asking me to introduce you to her for a while now.”

“Thanks for the subtlety Joon,” the blonde rolled her eyes as her face flushed red avoiding Jungkook’s blank stare. He just got out of a three month relationship with Yuna and was already being thrown to the sharks. With a sigh he smiled, “He doesn’t know what being subtle means.”

At the other end of the party you and Taehyung were having a different sort of conversation.

“But he’s not my owner! He’s my friend, you can’t own a hybrid anymore,” you argued with your new friend Taehyung who teased you over your relationship with Jungkook. Turns out Hoseok and Taehyung roomed together in college and recently got together again. You were surprised to se whim here since you’d just been excitedly telling Jungkook about your new friend a few days ago.

“I know I’m kidding Bun!” Taehyung laughed ruffling your hair, “But what I mean is… you’re close with Jungkook, right? You don’t pay rent and don’t pay any bills. It’s almost like he’s your owner considering the little independence you have. What happens when he gets into a long term relationship with someone he really loves and she asks him to kick you out?”

Your ears fell forward shielding yourself as you thought about it. Would he kick you out? He’s never ever chosen his girlfriends over you but what if the next one was The One. Would he then? You don’t Ben have a job. You don’t have money. Jungkook does almost everything for you. Even when it comes to clothes he buys you what you need under the pretense of birthdays, holidays and special occasions.

“Well how do I become more independent?”

So you listened to what Taehyung had to say. The next time you saw Jimin you asked him if he could help you get a job and you kept it a secret from Jungkook. Until the job was secured you didn’t tell him what you were doing and even after you won’t tell him the real reason why you got a job.

You hated to admit it but Taehyung was right. You needed to learn to be more independent. Growing up you’d been so independent. Your parents weren’t ever around and you had to do everything on your own. It was until Jungkook came along that he let you feel safe and taken care of. When he left after high school you had to get used to doing things on your own, handling things by yourself. You’d gotten good at it too. That’s how you made it to college, by studying hard and getting scholarships and aid. Unfortunately you’d reverted back to codependency when you moved in with Jungkook. He made it so easy to rely on him and practically let yourself be babied and you were not a baby!

You could do things on your own even if people didn’t believe you and you were going to prove it. You love Jungkook and you’re tired of trying him down. You wanted him to find happiness and he was never going to be able to do that if you keep holding him back.

Jungkook had been fresh out the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist when he came out to find you getting ready. With furrowed brows he approached you, “Where you going?”

Your hand froze as it applies the last layer of mascara to your eyes. Without turning to look at him you bit your lip nervously, “Work.”

His mouth parted in surprise, “Work? W-what do you mean work?”

You took a small sniff of his clean scent feeling your insides turn giddy. You could see his bare chest and the small water droplets that trailed down the ridges of his abs. Taking a big breath you turned to look at him acting dumb, “I didn’t tell you? I swore I did. I got a job with Jimin. Tonight’s my first night.”

“No, I would’ve remembered if you told me,” he moved closer to you leaving his spot by the door and coming up, “With Jimin? He works at a bar Y/n.”

“I know,” you shrugged, “And I had an interview there on Wednesday. Today’s my first official day, I’m excited.”

“But… But why do you need a job? Are you short on money? I gave you a few hundred last month for your birthday, do you need more?” He asked looking around your room, “Let me go get my wallet.”

He left before you could even argue and changed into something more suitable in the process. He came back to your room, “How much you do need honey?”

“Jungkook I don’t need money, I mean I do but not right now. I just think I should get a job, start supporting myself,” you shrugged standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror. You wore a short black skirt and black top that emphasized the cute white fluff ball of your tail and white ears poking out your head. He shook his head catching himself staring a little too closely at the length of your legs, “But why? Why do you need to start supporting yourself?”

He knows he shouldn’t be against it. He should feel perfectly fine with you getting a job but he isn’t. He doesn’t get it. Why all of a sudden do you want to support yourself? You’ve been perfectly fine allowing Jungkook to take care of you. Were you growing tired of him? Did you plan on leaving? Was he becoming too overprotective of you? He let you run off with Taehyung the other night at the party. He doesn’t mind Jimin coming over to see you all the time or Hoseok cuddling you. He makes enough money to support you both so why?

You didn’t answer him and that bothered him even more. What didn’t you want to tell him? Did you meet someone? Were you planning on moving out? Did someone say something to you? Did one of his friends say something to you? He swears to god if someone tried to belittle your importance to him he’s going to flip.

“I’ll drive you,” he said instead of pressing the issue. You looked too excited and he couldn’t make you sad and worked up with all his questions. He drove you to the bar Jimin worked at happy to see Jimin’s car already there. He unbuckled your belt for you fixing your hair and lifting the fallen strap of your shirt onto your shoulder when it slipped.

“Call me if you don’t like it. Call me if they’re mean to you. Call me if you need absolutely anything, alright?” Jungkook’s hand cupped your face, “Please? Text me when you’re inside and when you’re off. I’ll pick you up. Text me how it’s going an—“

“I probably can’t be on my phone.”

“I’ll get down. I’ll just make sure everything goes smoothly and I’ll just drink at the bar for an hour or so,” he went to unbuckle his belt when your hand stopped his. He looked back at you with worried eyes, “It’s okay Kookie. I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I’m off?”

Jungkook felt his blood boil at the sight. He opened the car door and slammed it back shut storming over to you. You smiled widely upon seeing him, “Kookie!”

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he grumbled when you reached out to him for a hug. He glared up at the guy who’d been hugging you. He noticed how similar he looked to him. No tail, no pointed ears, just human. That almost seemed to annoy him even more.

“You’ve gotta meet my new friend Jisoo! He’s got a pet bunny and he says we’ve got the same color ears!” You said excitedly, “I wanna go see see him!”

“No!” Jungkook took a deep breath, “I mean, not right now honey it’s late. You’ve got class in the morning.”

With a pout you nodded turning to Jisoo and giving him an apologetic smile. Jungkook glared at him, why would that guy want you to go over this late to see a bunny anyway? Was that his code for wanting you to come over and do God knows what to you? He took your hand in his pulling you away as Jimin followed toward his own car.

Once you were inside you buckled your own belt and smiled, “Oh! But I am going to Jimin’s then. He’s gonna help me take drink orders faster so we’re gonna stay up and practice.”

“I’ll come with you,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he started the car trying to get home as soon as possible. You shook your head, “No it’s okay. I’ll just be next door and you’ll probably need to go to sleep soon.”

“But I haven’t seen you at all today bunny,” he sighed looking over to you. It’s true. This morning he had to leave for work early and couldn’t drop you off on campus so you had to get Uber to and from. Then you rode with Jimin to work today since you had the same shift and he’d been stuck in a meeting anyway. He’s been waiting for you all afternoon and now that you’re off you’re basically telling him you don’t need to see him. That hurts.

It’s like lately you would rather hang out with anyone but him. Yesterday he found you on the phone giggling over something Taehyung said. The day before you were telling him you’d like to open a savings account on top of a checking. It feels like over night you’ve decided you don’t need him anymore and that fucking hurts.

He complained about it to his friends the next day. You had to work again and he went over to Yoongi’s place after work for some drinks since he was just going to be home other wise.

“I just don’t get it. I feel like she doesn’t want me around anymore,” Jungkook sighed.

“I think you’re being dramatic,” Jin shrugged, “Shouldn’t you be happy? You’ve got all this free time now. You don’t have to rush home to make Y/n dinner or skip on a night out so she’s not home alone.”

“I agree,” Hoseok nodded looking to Jungkook, “And if I’m going to be honest I think you underestimate Y/n a lot.”

“I don’t!”

“You do,” Namjoon agreed, “You act like she can’t do anything by herself. Maybe she’s tired of you babying her all the time.”

“I don’t baby her,” Jungkook tried to argue but he couldn’t even explain himself. He does not baby you! He knows you can do things on your own he just prefers doing them. Ever since he left you for those four years he thinks back on everything he missed out on with you. He had the longest relationship during that time, a whole two years that quickly went down the drain when he told her you’d be moving in with him. She begged and begged him to explain why but he just kept saying the same thing over and over again. That he promised you as kids to always be there for you and he plans on keeping that promise he might to five year old you.

“You do,” Yoongi pointed out, “Don’t you ever wonder how she managed to do things on her own when you first moved here? Clearly she knows how to do things and she’s working on herself to be more independent So why do you seem so upset over it?”

“That’s not what bothers me!” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the couch, “What bothers me is that she has no time for me now. She’s always in class or working or hanging out with her new friends. I feel like she’s forgetting about me.”

Namjoon narrowed his eyes in thought, “I’m going to say something and I don’t want you to get mad at me because of it.”

Jungkook huffed already feeling himself get annoyed before Namjoon even said what he had to say. He tried not to react when Namjoon spoke, “I think you’re just jealous.”

“You love Y/n and I’m not talking about as a friend or anything. I mean you are genuinely in love with Y/n and you probably just never noticed. I think you keep seeing her as the little girl you used to care for and not the growing adult she is,” Namjoon pointed out, “You keep saying she’s forgetting about you but everyone knows that’s not true. I think you’re so used to Y/n only ever being focused on you that when she gives her attention to someone else—especially another guy, it makes you mad.”

“I’m…” he bit his lip feeling his heart race a little, “I’m not… I love Y/n but I’m not in love with her. It’d be weird if I was, wouldn’t it?”

He thought about it for a second. He is not in love with you. He can’t be. You were still that younger girl he wishes to protect, nothing more. If there was more to it wouldn’t he not be going on dates? Well to be fair he hasn’t gone on any dates since Yuna. Namjoon tried introducing him to Hyeri but the night he was supposed to get drinks with her was the night you were starting your new job. He’d been showered and everything but once he found out what you were doing he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He ended up calling her and telling her he wasn’t going to make it and stayed home to make sure if you needed him he’d be able to go with you.

And okay, yes, he did notice how much you changed when you first moved in with him. He was 22 and you were 18, you looked so different from the last time he’d seen you. You’d grown, the efforts of puberty taking full affect and yes it’d been a little hard at first to not focus on your sudden curves and assets. But still! He got over it pretty quickly when he realized that inside you were still that cute little girl he just wanted to protect.

“It’d be weird if you weren’t,” Yoongi cut into his thoughts coming back to what they’d been talking about, “Just think about it Kook. All these failed relationships because you won’t let Y/n go. Don’t you want to at least see if there’s anything between you two?”

They’re wrong. His friends are wrong. He was not in love with you, he just needs you. He’s just upset he feels like you’re brushing him off. He’s never once pictured you and him in any sort of romantic relationship. He’s never felt jealous when you go on dates or when you have heat partners—but was it because he’d know you’ll come home to him?

Right now he couldn’t even understand what you’re trying to tell him. You’re saving up to move out? TO MOVE OUT!?!?!

“But honey… I just… I don’t get it,” he shook his head following you into the living room, “Why are you saving up to move out? Did I do something to upset you? Just tell me and we can work it out.”

“Of course not Kookie!” You sat up on the couch, “I just… well I think it’s time I move out. I’ll give you back your art studio and you won’t have to worry about taking care of me when you meet someone new.”

“But I’m not even seeing anyone right now!” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair feeling anxious, “And if I was I wouldn’t choose them over you!”

You shook your head. Sigh. You couldn’t do this right now. He just doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get that you need to move out. And he’s right, you have been distancing yourself from him but there’s a reason for it. Taehyung has really opened your eyes with that talk you two had.

You love Jungkook. No, you’re in love with him. That’s why you’ve been distancing yourself with work and new friends. Because if he does meet the right person you’re not sure how you’ll handle it. How will you put up with seeing him so in love?

So you’ve been trying to get yourself prepared for that hypothetical but realistic situation. But now he’s upset about it and you’re contemplating just being honest with him.

“I love you.”

He stopped pacing looking over to you, “I love you too Bun.”

You rolled your eyes slumping back into the couch, “No Kookie I mean I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time and I just don’t think it’s good for us to keep living together unless we both feel the same. We’re both adults and at some point our living situation and our relationship will come off as inappropriate, it already has.”

His brows furrowed. What did you just say?

You confessed to him last night and he had absolutely no idea how to handle the situation. It was so unexpected. How does one even prepare for that? All the sighs were there, he knows that, but it still took him by surprise.

You say you’ve always felt that way but that’s not true. It can’t be. If it was true… then that means all this time you’ve been in love with him. No. No!

It’s not true.

He knows everything about you. He would’ve known if you felt that way about him, wouldn’t he? If you felt that way about him why didn’t you say anything sooner? Why didn’t you get mad when he had a girlfriend?

Though he had seen you cry when you felt like he wasn’t paying enough attention to you. But he always thought you were just a needy bunny! You were high maintenance, he knows that, so maybe he just overlooked the signs?

“Do you mind driving me to work today?” You asked him. He snapped out of his racing thoughts from last night to turn and look at you, “Sure.”

He still can’t stop thinking about what you said, or what you said after: “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to feel the same. I just hope you can understand now why I think it’s better that I move out.”

Once he had the keys and you were ready you both walked down to his car together. You’re perfectly fine, unlike him you’re not zoning out in thought. It’s almost as if you hadn’t made this crazy confession to him the night before! Maybe it wasn’t that serious to you? He’s not sure but he does know it’s all he’s been able to think about today.

He reached over to buckle you in only to find you doing it yourself and popping your AirPods into your ears essentially closing him out. He sat back, when did you get so… independent? He always puts your seatbelt on you. He always dices up your vegetables the way you like. He always makes sure his car has the exact scent you like. It’s like you don’t care about those little things he does for you even as you claim to be in love with him. He just doesn’t get when everything got so out of control that he doesn’t even feel like he knows you right now.

“Tomorrow I’ve got a meeting before week and a meeting after, I might not get to see you bun,” he cleared his throat as he stopped in front of your work. You just nodded your head opening the door. He wished you’d say more. He misses when you’d get upset about him being gone too long.

Biting your lip as you opened the door you paused. You’re trying to seem mature at the moment so Jungkook wouldn’t keep seeing you as a little girl but it was hard. Especially with what he just told you it makes you want to crawl back to him instead of heading to work. You turned back to him and pressed your nose against his.

His hand immediately flew up to pet your ear taking this small act of love and rolling with it. He still can’t make sense of what you’ve told him but at least he knows how to respond to this. He caressed that soft spot on your tall white ear you loved as you rubbed your nose against his, “Goodbye.”

“Bye,” he breathed out already missing your warmth when you pulled away. You came back to peck his cheek with a kiss giggling before you left for real this time.

You see, why can’t you be like that all the time? Why can’t you be all lovely like you’d always been instead of trying to push him like you’ve done recently. He just doesn’t get it! How can you say you’re in love with him just like that? Like it’s not a big deal! Then give him that soft little bunny kiss of yours even when his mind is racing in confusion!

You woke up the next day to an empty apartment. Jungkook had already told you he’d be home late today so you already knew he wouldn’t be at home in the morning either. What you couldn’t understand is why you woke up in pain?

You felt hot, kicking the sheets off and even going as far as removing your shorts. You checked the time, your first class would be starting soon.

Sitting up you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes and stand but it physically hurt. Your stomach hurt and you felt like throwing up. With furrowed brows you sat back down trying to decide what to do. You’re already running late thanks to sleeping through your alarm. How did you even sleep through it? If you skipped a shower, didn’t do your make up or hair and skipped breakfast then you’d be able to make it to the bus stop. But all of that seemed like a lot of work and you had absolutely no desire to move off this bed at the moment.

You could call Jimin and see if he’s up but it was very unlikely. You could call Taehyung and see if he can come pick you up but by the time he gets here and drops you off your already be late for your first class.

“Ow!” You whined hunching over holding your hands to your stomach. You felt nauseous like you could throw up any second. Shaking your head you moved to lie back down.

Maybe you can sleep the pain away and not go to class today.

“I want someone recording from here,” Jungkook pointed at one corner of the room, “And here. Make sure you get both of theirs face and can you both please look at the camera when you talk?”

He pinched the skin between his brows. He had a meeting early morning about a new web video they’d be shooting and right after he had to rush on set. He’s been keeping himself busy trying not to think about you but he couldn’t help it. Last night you took an Uber back home and failed to ask him to go get you from work. He ended up knocking out so he hasn’t seen you since he dropped you off at work yesterday.

Right now he’s just hoping he can make it through the long day in one piece.

“What’s up with you today?” Yoongi chuckled as he came up to him. He just finished production for his own video and was checking on Jungkook’s progress. Yoongi and Jungkook were the only two of their friends who worked together and he’s thankful for that. But right now he doesn’t want to talk to Yoongi.

“Just tired,” Jungkook cleared his throat taking the bottled water one of the assistants brought him.

“So how’s Y/n? She’s still working at that bar?” Yoongi asked. Jungkook pretended to be too focused on the screens but in reality he wasn’t paying any attention. He huffed in annoyance running his hand over his face before turning to his friend, “Yeah. She is.”

“Alright sit down, take five,” Yoongi told him, “You look tired.”

After this small segment was recorded Jungkook called for a break allowing Yoongi to take him outside for a smoke break even if he didn’t smoke. He leaned against the railing crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for Yoongi to say something.

“What’s wrong with you? It looks like you haven’t been sleeping,” Yoongi said. It’s true. He hasn’t. He still keeps thinking about what you said and how you haven’t mentioned it since. And he feels guilty. He didn’t say anything back that night because he was genuinely taken by surprise. He’s happy he hadn’t, what if he said something he shouldn’t have?

For the past couple of weeks he’s been so confused by your behavior and by his disliking toward it he hasn’t once listened to what anyone around him says. He kept saying they’re wrong, that there’s no way you loved him like that but you just proved him wrong. And he doesn’t even have time to think about it before you’re brushing it under the rug like it doesn’t mean a thing. Like you could just say that to him and expect him to not care!

As if that doesn’t change your entire dynamic! And he just thinks about how you’re in class right now or on your way to work so he can’t even call and try and talk to you about it!

Except of course he’s wrong. He very well can call you because you didn’t go to class today. You were however on your way to work.

“You look like shit,” Jimin laughed when you came in. When you got closer he almost choked. He began to cough hysterically covering his mouth as he ducked down, “Holy shit.”

“What?” You sniffed yourself. You actually got up and showered before coming to work. He shook his head, distancing himself from you as he looked around at who was inside the bar. He approached you a little later on once he was able to calm down but he was still careful.

He’s never felt this way around you before. Jimin placed his hand on your waist hesitantly, “Are you feeling okay?”

You shook your head, “No. I don’t feel good I think I might be getting sick.”

Jimin shook his head still cautious as he took another sniff of your scent, “No bunny, you’re not sick.”

“Oh.”

“I think you should go home though,” he cleared his throat snapping himself out of his growing thoughts in concern. Before you could argue he was walking off toward the back office so he can find the boss. You brushed off his weird behavior trying to fan yourself as another heat flash passed. You wore some of the thinnest clothes you had today and yet you can feel yourself burning up.

Jimin fished his phone out of his locker pulling up his contacts and going straight to one in particular. It rang twice before someone answered, “Hello?”

“Jungkook hey it’s Jimin,” he released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, “Sorry if you’re busy but um… I think you should come pick Y/n up.”

“What?” Jungkook sounded alert now, “Did something happen to her? Where are you? Are you guys working? Do I need to take her to the hospital? How severe?”

“I think she’s going to get her heat,” Jimin whispered. The line went silent, Jimin’s bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he tried not breathe in your scent that was starting to filter through the entire place. If there were any more hybrids here he had to get off the phone and go be with you.

“I’m on my way.” Click.

Jungkook cursed at himself. He’s so fucking stupid. He’s been so distracted lately he hasn’t been looking at your heat tracker. You never pay attention to it. It’s always Jungkook who does and he’s the one who slipped up. His meeting had ended early today so he’d just been at him while you were at work. He’s been relaxing while you’ve been suffering. He can’t believe himself.

He barely had his shoes on correctly as he rushed out the door to his car. Jungkook definitely ran some yellow lights but he didn’t care. If Jimin was able to smell you who knows how many more hybrids were getting a good whif. He needed to get you out of there and get you to call one of the bucks you typically spent your heat with.

“Koo!” You jumped into his arms the second he stepped into the bar. He found about three hybrids there standing with you, one being Jimin. He held you up in his arms, you pressed your face into his cheek, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too honey,” he took your bag that Jimin handed him making sure to keep your legs wrapped around his waist, “Thank you.”

“I don’t feel good,” you whined nuzzling your nose against his neck. He didn’t smell as strong as the hybrids who’d been keeping you company but he smelled so much better. He smelled like Jungkook and that was your favorite.

“I know baby I am so sorry,” he rubbed your back soothingly as he led you out, “Let’s go home.”

You hissed in pain hunching over and clutching your stomach as you sat in his car. He reached over you and buckled you in as he started the car. The sooner he got you home the better. His chest tightened at the sight of you in pain and he doesn’t care if he gets a ticket, he’s speeding home.

In the middle of the drive you took the seatbelt off. He turned to glare at you when you suddenly leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek. The car swerved a little but he managed to keep it straight. You giggled, “You smell so good Kookie.”

He smiled awkwardly, “Thank you honey, why don’t you sit back down?”

You did as told like the good bunny you were but you could help but keep looking at him, “You’re so pretty Kookie. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

His breath hitched, “Really? I think you’re lying to me bunny.”

“No! I’m a good girl, I don’t lie,” you said suddenly shaking your head and leaning back into him, “I would never lie to you Koo, I love you.”

Oh God there it was again. The reminder that you had feelings for him and he didn’t say anything. Fuck. Maybe that’s why you said it, because your heat was coming up and not because you actually meant it.

He struggled to get you inside the apartment with you begging him to carry you and he couldn’t argue over it.

Jungkook fumbled with the key when he felt a sudden wet softness on his neck. He tried to ignore it and clear his head but it happened again. You were licking his neck as he held you. You were licking his neck!

“Baby hold on. Once we get inside you can call Jaeho or Seokmin and they’ll come help you,” he breathed out trying not to let his eyes roll back when you nipped on his ear lobe.

“Don’t want them! Want you!” You whined wiggling in his grasp that he almost dropped you. He couldn’t believe what you were saying right now. This wasn’t right. He’ll have to talk to you about this when your mind clears up.

“Ah fuck!” His voice was shaky as he pushed the door open just as you began to grind your hips against him searching for release. He had to push you against the wall to keep from dropping you, “S-stop that bunny. You’re not t-thinking straight.”

His eyes rolled back when he felt you kiss his neck. He heard the door slam shut behind him but he couldn’t move. Not with you trying to grind against him and fuck this was not a good idea.

He could feel his member begin to betray him responding to the sudden friction. You kissed along his jaw trying to turn his face. His eyes squeezed shut, oh fuck what does he do?

He doesn’t think you can wait for one of your heat partners. He thinks, no he knows, you want to do it with him but that just wasn’t a good idea! What would that make of your relationship?

“Baby we should st-ngh,” he couldn’t help himself. The second you kissed the corner of his mouth he was melting. His eyes fell shut in a haze as you kissed hungrily against his mouth. His hand landed flat on the wall trying to keep himself up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Yes, fuck! Exactly what you were thinking. You pulled away with a needy whine, “Please Koo, want you to fuck me.”

Oh fuck. He let out a growl that vibrates through his chest as he peeled you both off the wall. He stalked toward the next available surface swiping his hand over the discarded mail and placemats before setting you down on the table.

He’s so disappointed in himself. He didn’t even put up much of a fight. He kicked a chair out of his way as he let himself fully succumb to your seduction.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as you lied down on the cold surface looking up at him watching the wheels turn in his head. You were just so… needy right now.

You needed him to put his mouth on you now. You love him. You seriously did, and no this wasn’t just brain fog from your heat [also how could you miss it?] this was more. You’ve always liked him and coming into adulthood just made you realize how in love you were. You’re tired of hiding it and acting like you don’t. You want him to see that you mean every word.

Your legs parted hanging off the end of the table as your hand went straight for your covered core. He watched you with his lip pulled between his teeth still debating if he wanted to do this. His mouthed opened lazily in awe as you snuck your hand into your underwear not bothering to move your skirt out of the way.

He ran his hand over his face clearly frustrated when you brought another hand toward your breasts. You made the mistake of going braless today due to how uncomfortable you’ve felt all day. It just made your nipple buds ultra sensitive and hard. Your finger toyed with the nipple as your other hand began to palm your clit.

You couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed with the way he wasn’t reciprocating as much as you’d want him to. Your head fall back with a whine pinching at your nipple while bucking your hips. You couldn’t help but feel the dams in your eyes break, a couple tears sleeping, “Y-you really don’t love me.”

It hurt. It hurt because you should be embarrassed by how you’re acting. You’re getting off on him watching you and he doesn’t even love you! But you love him so so so so much you can’t stop.

And Jungkook finally seems to snap out of this daze. His eyes pulled away from the wet patch on your underwear as your hand moved under it working yourself into a frenzy and the way you teased your nipples to look at your face. His cock seemed to have taken control for a moment, too in love with the show you were putting on for him he hadn’t noticed you were upset until you were crying.

“No! No baby please,” he licked his lips glancing down at your pretty face, heart breaking when he catches the tears in your eyes, “I love you. Of course I love you Bun!”

“You don’t,” you cried. Fuck, he was going to do it. He was going to show you. He cupped your face in his hands forcing you to look up at him and crashed his lips against yours. His brows knitted together in pleasure, an almost angry expression on his face as he let out a groan.

Your mouths clashed messily in a heated kiss, Jungkook’s tongue licking along yours moaning at the taste. You wrapped the hand that had been on your boob around his neck keeping him locked in close to you. The hand in your panties never once stopping rubbing at your clit when he pressed himself against you. His covered member pushed against your hand hissing at the friction feeling a jolt of pleasure course through his body.

You whined in pain when it wasn’t enough and it killed Jungkook. He didn’t want to see his baby bunny like this at all and it was all because of him! Without wasting another second he moved his hands off your face. Jungkook pulled on your shirt, ripping it open to expose your bare chest and pointed nipples. He needed to find your release now before you were in any more pain. God he’s so stupid to forget about your heat.

But if he remembered would he have been here helping you or would he have already made arrangements with Jaeho for you? His eyes rolled in annoyance, No thinking about what could have happened. His baby girl needed him. You asked for him and he wasn’t going to provide.

You back arched when Jungkook suddenly licked a flat stripe over your nipple, moaning loudly when he tugged the bud with his teeth. Jungkook pulled it into his mouth sucking eagerly like a man dehydrated. His hands gripped at your waist making you rut against his covered member as he sucked and nipped at your breast, “My poor baby,” he cooed.

It was frustrating. All you wanted was to be fucked and choked like a cheap whore by this man right here. You’ve pushed your feelings for him so far back that when they finally came to the surface it was in one heavy flood. They all poured out heavily before you making it hard for you to lock them back up, especially right now. You didn’t mind being babied by him right now, he was trying to console you after crying about he didn’t love you and it was working.

Jungkook pulled away with a pop, his own drool dribbling out the corners of his mouth as the heat radiating off your body became too much for him. He yanked his shirt off wrestling with his belt as he kicked them off swiftly. He looked down at your body, breasts on display, hand in your panties, finger working in and out of you. Fuck he can see the way your butt glistened with your slick.

“I’m such a bad…” he couldn’t think of what to call himself. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t your owner. Clearly he wasn’t just your friend. You were his bunny, but what was he?

“Daddy!” You whined out bucking into your hand impatiently and he swears he can die a happy man right there and then. He dragged you toward the edge of the table by your legs, “I’m such a bad daddy. I can’t believe I’ve left my poor baby like this.”

His voice was so gentle but taunting.

“Move your hand baby, let daddy apologize for forgetting your heat,” he licked his lips. You’d never seen him like this, eyes clouded with lust all geared toward you. You did as told moving your hand whining at the lost of contact making him click his tongue, “So nerdy.”

Without wasting another second he bent down and kissed your entrance over the soaked lace and dragged it off your hips in one go. You were so fucking wet, he’s never seen a pussy this covered in slick before they even started. Were you always like this? He ran a finger through your holds gathering your wetness on his fingertips before being of them back out. You groaned kicking your legs a little when he did, “Koo!”

“Shh, don’t be spoiled,” he looked at his fingers which shined, “Let me have a taste first.” His lips parted allowing his fingers to slip inside his mouth and pet his tongue. His eyes rolled back loving the sweetness, even your insides smelled good.

"You taste so fucking sweet bunny," he moaned. Before you could even whine again he was dragging the chair back plopping down on it. He took your legs and swung them onto his shoulders before pressing his face forward burying in your cunt. Another moan left your mouth as he pressed his lips on your clit. He brushed his thumb gently over the hardened sweet spot as you whimpered. He did it again and again, before going back to sucking your clit and flicking it with his tongue. He was being messy, so fucking messy and he could admit he’s never made out with anyone’s pussy quite like this before.

Jungkook slid in a finger carefully listening for your response. He tried to guide you to climax but he couldn’t. If he did he’d have to take his mouth off your pussy and there was no way he was going to do that. Instead he let his tongue do the talking, nose bumping against your clit repeatedly as he licked up whatever slosh his finger pushed out of you, sliding a second in to join the first.

“Want you to fuck me!” You hissed pulling on his hair harshly fucking yourself on his face. He’d never had you so aggressive and needy but damn he loved it. You were being greedy with him, a huge contrast with how distance you’ve been with him lately. You’re making him feel needed again.

“My baby wants to fuck?” He asked pulling away ignoring the line of arousal connecting his chin to your drenched pussy. Fuck, he’s never letting anyone else get near you on your heat ever again. You nodded cutely making grabby hands at him and his chest vibrated in another low growl. He’s kept his voice so gentle for you, just above a whisper, so sensual that it was driving you insane. And in the same tone he was speaking again, “Okay, I’ll give my spoiled bunny whatever she needs.”

Jungkook grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist forcing you up from the table as he tugged at his briefs with his free hand, angry cock pointing up and the tip smacking your butt.

Anticipation curled heavy in his gut just thinking about how he’d about to have you and with a hand sliding down your back he was lifting you up in the air only held up by his embrace.

You could take it anymore, the need to have him inside you outdoing your need to be obedient and let him have his way with you.

Jungkook hisses in pleasure when he feels your hand curl around his cock pumping him twice covering him in your slick. The thought of protection completely slipping from his mind when you lined him up with your entrance. Your eye lids flutter shut, the feeling of finally having something thick between your walls washing over you as you sank onto him. Jungkook’s head fell forward, lip tugged between his teeth, an almost pained expression as he tried to concentrate on his little bunny taking his fat cock in one go. Your hip is gripped tightly by Jungkook’s hand as he swings one of your knees over his arm and doing the same to the other side giving you no choice but to take whatever he’s going to give you.

Jungkook slides almost completely out before slamming back in. "O-Oh fuuuck" he grunts when he lifts your butt with his hands before dropping you back down. You moans loudly not caring if the whole block heard you.

Just then your gums begin to ache. The need to chew on something becoming overwhelming but you couldn’t do anything Jungkook fucking you onto his cock with no remorse. Thinking quickly you bit down on his shoulder, teeth nibbling softly relieving some of the itch. Jungkook grunts and slams hard and fast inside your tight walls, “Fucking Hell! My poor baby! You feel so fucking good bunny.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back. Being on your heat and worked up since earlier in the day, you couldn’t stop the pleasure from washing over you. You were cumming, mouth drawn open in a whine as stray tear slipped from your eyes, “No!”

Jungkook freezes, he tries to catch his breath biting back his release with a groan as you clenched down around him. He could feel your slick dribble down his cock and balls and suddenly he couldn’t hold you like this anymore. He quickly made his way to the first piece of furniture and crashing down on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped feeling him twitch inside you but he didn’t move. He wanted to make sure you were okay first, “It’s okay baby, this is about you right now.”

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head, hand flat on his chest as you sat on his cock, walls still convulsing, “Gotta make you feel good too.”

He wanted to argue and say it was okay but he couldn’t. You were already grinding on his cock and he was so fucking close. He gritted his teeth releasing a hiss, “Oh fuck baby, such a good fucking girl.”

“Want you to breed me,” you planted your feet against the cushion is best as you could, bouncing on his thick cock chasing his release now feeling another threatening to overwhelm you.

“Shit! Shit!” He covered his face with his forearm unable to concentrate on anything but your words and your tight cunt milking his cock, “Shit baby, fuck you want my babies? Want my kits?”

At that you bounced more eagerly, boobs bouncing in his face and his his lips lifted rutting into your every thrust. “I love you bunny!” He grunted staring down at your messy pussy shaking his head in disbelief. This was surreal, “So fucking much! F-fuck I’m cumming!”

And you planted yourself down, taking him in to the hilt, moving forward and back but never up. His hips spasmed with each spurt of cum released inside your slick walls. His tip kissed your cervix deliciously that he was breaking out into a cold sweat. His body vibrated in pleasure as you milked him for everything he was worth.

He licked at his dry lips, panting heavily as you lifted yourself off him. He brought you into his arms hugging you, feeling you scent him but he didn’t stop you.

“Bunny,” he called, voice hoarse due to his moaning and groaning, “Y/n baby look at me.”

You lifted your head, lust still fueling your mind looking at him. He could see it now this was going to be a long night of fucking. Still, he had to be clear.

“I love you so fucking much,” he confessed, “I’m in love with you. I want to be with you forever. I don’t want anyone else but you from now on. Do you hear me?”

You didn’t say anything taking it all in, but he made you look at him by turning you to look at him again instead of his flaccid cock sure you could get him hard again.

His eyes bored into yours, “Will you go out with me? I want to be the only one to take care of you—“

“But I can take care of myself!” You cut in shaking your head. You loved him, but he needed to know you didn’t need him to do everything for you.

He nodded, “I know bunny, I’m trying to say I want to be the only to take care of your heat from now. I want us to be a couple, just you and I.”

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request 1

a/n

second hybrid fic ever finally done

y’all I can’t believe I wrote this in a day

so beware it might be complete shit lol

and if it is sorry

if it flops I’m deleting

not sorry

#kpop #jeon jungkook #Jungkook smut #hybrid jungkook smut #kim taehyung #bts #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #park jimin #bts smut

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sourpatchys · 7 months

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Daryl Dixon Headcannons

Sfw❤️ nsfw❤️‍🔥

The NSFW content is targeted towards an AFAB reader (like myself) however, I’d be happy to do an AMAB version if anyone is interested!

❤️.

Daryl is always watching you. The guys favorite hobby is just being able to see you in his field of vision.

He definitely doesn’t show public displays of affection, PDA is not something he’s comfortable with, and if you were to kiss him in front of a bunch of people he might even get a little upset, simply because he doesn’t want to share that part of himself with anyone but you.

However! He doesn’t hold back when it comes to hand holding. This guy loves feeling your touch and being able to physically hold you in a way that tells him you’re safe.

Usually he just wraps his pinky around yours, if he does full on hold your hand it’s almost always accompanied by two squeezes that mean “I love you”.

That’s usually how he tells you he loves you, he’s not super emotionally available, two squeezes is all it takes. On your arm, your leg, hand, even the top of your head on a few occasions.

He did NOT ask you to be his. Absolutely not. You just kinda were one day.

Back at the prison when he and Merle had come back, Merle made a pass at you and Daryl told him to leave “his girl alone”.

You didn’t object, and that’s how it became official.

That’s not to say Daryl can’t be romantic. He definitely can be when he wants to.

He’s constantly leaving you flowers he finds that remind him of you, and sometimes he even scribbles down a note telling you why.

You always have to be comfortable. If it were up to him you’d live on a cloud.

When you two are alone he finds himself mindlessly running his fingers through your hair, it always calms him down.

And yes, he secretly loves it when you do it back.

It’s actually not secret at all.

You two will argue. He’s a gruff guy and you can be stubborn.

He has a hard time apologizing to you, he hates that he even has to. It can take days before you guys are on speaking terms again.

If you’re the one who has to apologize, you’re pretty quick with it once you can tell he’s ready for it. He’s not a super forgiving guy, but when it comes to you, he always hears you out once it’s over and done with.

Contrary to popular belief he won’t ever stop you from doing something you want to do. Even if it is dangerous.

He trusts you more than life itself. And if you think you can do it, he’s going to be your biggest supporter— but that’s not to say he won’t try to go with you.

He is a jealous guy though. He has a hard time believing he deserves you sometimes, so if someone looks at you wrong or gets too close, he’s quick to shut that shit down.

Negative thoughts are usually what causes the most issues between the two of you. He tries to run away from you a lot, and you refuse to let him.

He was never big on writing much of anything until you two got a little more serious. He had all these thoughts and feelings but he was afraid to tell you out loud, so he started writing little bits and pieces and leaving them in your stuff for you to find.

You love how scrawly his handwriting is.

It took you a good few minutes to even be able to read it the first few times, but eventually it came to you like second nature.

Sometimes you leave notes for him too, you know how private he is, so notes are the best way for you to tell him you love him.

He keeps the first note you ever wrote him on his person at all times. Seeing the words “I love you” written down in your handwriting never fails to keep him going, especially when he has to be apart from you.

Daryl Dixon is a bed hog.

Once he got comfortable sleeping with you, he started sprawling out like a starfish.

He refuses to admit it. He actually tried to convince you that you were the bed hog instead.

You learned to love it after a while.

❤️‍🔥.

Sex was not something that came naturally to Daryl. As crazy as he was before the world fell apart, he was never actually sober for any of his flings, one night stands or short term relationships.

He basically learned everything from scratch with you.

He NEVER initiated sex. Maybe he’d touch your arm or grab your thigh in a suggestive way to try and get the ball rolling, but he absolutely refused to do anything if you didn’t catch the hint.

Daryl, is in fact, a boob and thigh man. Regardless of how big or small your breast and thighs are, he can’t stop himself from staring.

When you ride him it’s like his brain turns to mush. He completely forgets how to act.

When you’d suggested it he almost dismissed you, no WAY was he going to enjoy being pinned down like that.

But oh boy did he.

Sometimes, when the two of you were alone, he felt like a teenager again. It kinda pissed him off how wrapped around your finger he actually was. He’d never felt this, undying attraction towards anyone before.

He’s not vocal during sex at all, maybe some grunts here and there— he finds the noises embarrassing.

If you’re making a lot of noise he also gets embarrassed from that.

“Shut the hell up, woman!”

Recently he’s just started putting his hand over your mouth instinctively.

You do in fact make the noises just to have a laugh, you think it’s adorable when he’s embarrassed, and you don’t get to see it very often.

He absolutely loves going down on you, the feeling of your thighs around his head and the sight of your breasts going up and down with each breath you take really gets him going.

Obviously running around during an apocalypse doesn’t exactly leave much room for deodorant and regular showers.

He’s very embarrassed about it— and will NEVER admit it out loud— but he’s really attracted to your natural scent.

So the lack of personal hygiene will never make him stop wanting you. If anything it makes him want you more.

That’s not to say seeing you cleaned up isn’t a turn on though. That first night in Alexandria when you got all cleaned and dressed up borderline has him in his knees.

He’s a gentle lover— unless you ask him not to be.

He’s aware that he’s a pretty strong guy, and he knows his limits. But if you’re into being pounded like no tomorrow— he won’t turn you down.

It might take awhile for him to get used to the idea, but seeing how absolutely crazy you get takes all his concern out of the window.

He does NOT have a daddy kink.

If you have past experiences he wants to hear about them.

Because of how jealous he is, he needs to know how you were treated before so he can make sure he doesn’t better.

His goal in life is to keep you alive— and make sure you never want another man ever again.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #twd daryl #twd #daryl dixon headcanon

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hoosurdaddy · 1 year

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How the Golden Trio + Draco give head.

Summary: takes place after DH. 18+. I included Draco.

Triggers: Oral (female reader receiving). Repeating myself a lot, imo.

Harry Potter:

Harry loves a dominant woman in charge. He’d more than likely allow you to have control over the sexual part of your relationship.

Harry loves to be the best boy and would do anything for your pleasure. He would be practically begging you to sit and ride his pretty face.. how can you say no??

He would be looking up at you with his cute eyes, as he licks and teases your slit and smirk at your moans.

Harry would definitely be moaning and groaning of pleasure into your pussy.

Due to Harry having a massive praise kink, he’s very eager to please. Sometimes you almost have to tell him to calm down but once Harry gets started, there’s no stopping him.

Harry, rarely ever a dominant, will order you to lay on your back so he can lay between your legs and spread your pussy lips apart so he can taste every inch of you.

Harry wants you to have the best experience and for him to know, that due to his little experience in that aspect, that he can make you feel really good.

Harry would be such a passionate, sloppy Pussy eater, ugh, fuckkk.

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Ron Weasley.

Ron has never eaten a girl out before, but he’s thought of it. But when he’s eating you out; he’s a perfectionist. Ron has been overshadowed his whole life, but this, he wanted people to know how good he can make you cum.

Ron loves biting and sucking your thighs before he goes down. So expect 100% of your thigh skin to be covered in hickeys from here on out.

Ron always has such gorgeous fingers (you’re in lucky if you’ve a hand kink) cause fuck me, he’d be fingering you and sucking your clit as his life depends on it. And you’re going to let him, won’t you?

It’s his pussy, not yours. He’ll constantly remind you as he spanks your clit as you edge your third orgasm.

Ron uses this to his advantage. You’re angry at him? He’s on his knees. You’re stressed? Ride his face until you’re not.

Loves, loves having his hair pulled in every direction, especially if you’re pulling him into your pussy. He would die happily.

Ron would be big into Complimenting you before, during, and after. “Fuck baby, your pussy tastes so good. It’s my favourite thing to eat.”

Just be prepared, that before every quidditch match, he’ll definitely want a kiss from his favourite girl for good luck.

And if they win, you’ll get more than a kiss. ;)))

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Hermione Granger.

Like Ron, Hermione is a perfectionist. But in this case, she’s clueless. Bless her. She would definitely have done her studying before hand.

Very shy and nervous at first, but with your help and guidance, Hermione will pick up on what you like in a second.

Hermione, imo, is the type to rest her head on your thigh as she sucked and played with your clit, pulling away every so often to listen to your praises of her.

^^ Hermione always loves when you guide her to where you want her to touch and kiss her. She die happily between your legs with a tight grip on her hair as you pull her in every direction.

Cumming is a massive goal when Hermione is eating you out, she lives for the taste of you all over her mouth. Tbh I feel like Hermione is secretly a dirty talker?? Like she’s the cutest, innocent face but says the most dirtiest things to get you to reach your orgasm. (“You look so pretty right now, your pussy is as pretty as you”).

Like outta pocket. Hermione has the prettiest voice. Her moans would be so pretty too. I can imagine, Hermione going down on you and shaking her head side to side with your clit in her mouth as she moans. Like🥹

I can imagine Hermione is pretty into 69 too. That way you both can experience pleasure. She was a little nervous to be ontop, but once you reassured her that all you want is her pussy in your face, it becomes her new favourite position.

Hermione J Granger for the win.

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Draco Malfoy.

Eager to please. Draco wants to live up to his ‘bad boy’ phase. And bad boy he is ;)

He’s such a tease too, ughhh. He wants you putty in his hands until you’re begging him to give you something, anything.

Like Hermione, Draco is such a dirty talker. (“That’s my girl, just like that.. Shh, baby you’re doing amazing”). Imagine him saying that while your legs were over his shoulders. So pretty.

Draco loves feeling your body while he eats you out. He’ll have one arm across your waist, holding you down while the other arm is reaching up to massage your tits and nipples.

Draco wouldn’t stop until you physically have to pull away from him or move cause he just wants to keep tasting and teasing you. Like, Draco doesn’t care how overstimulated you get, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with how much he’s done.

It’s his pussy and he’ll do what he wants.🤷‍♀️

And he does it at the worst of times too, imo. His favourite would be if you worked a desk job and he crawls under the table and just goes to town with tongue and fingers. He loves the cat and mouse game of will you be caught and fired? Or nahhh.

Best believe that Draco would wear your slick and cum proudly all around his face and chin without a care in the world. Hehe

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1-ker0sene-1 · 2 months

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God your blog is fucking SCRUMPTIOUS. If you’re willing could you do something with a reader who has POTS? Much love ❤️

{Thank you so much ♥️ Apologies this took so long! Requests are starting to come out again! I lost all my drafts due to my laptop breaking and had to rewrite 🥹}

Gaz

Honest to god. This man would probably be the absolute best partner for someone with POTS. Whether he was there for your diagnosis or you already had it when you started dating, he wants to help and accommodate the best he can. Kyle would hate for you to feel isolated, trying to match and normalize your routine so you're not alone.

Definitely got you both massive water bottles, the ones that have at the very least sixty ounces. So you can keep drinking and sipping all day and stay hydrated. If you don't feel comfortable going out to a physical therapist? Kyle is researching ALL night how to do gentle therapy at home with you.

Taking care of you is second nature to him. He's constantly thinking about you. When he leaves for deployment he has small meals already prepped in the fridge for you, cleaned the whole house.. leaves sweet notes all over the place reminding you to drink water, get some electrolytes, cool off and get plenty of rest.

"I'll be home soon baby ~K"

"Don't forget to drink your water! Love you pretty girl ~K"

"Rest for me lovie, we'll be doing plenty of 'exercise' when I get back ;) ~K"

Price

Prepared. That is what John is. He wants to be ready if you have a bad day, so he can pamper you as much as he physically can if he cannot immediately whisk away your pain. John definitely moves fast in a relationship, especially if he feels an immediate connection. You're telling him he can take care of you? Of course it's not that he likes that you struggle with the condition, but his love language is definitely acts of service.

" 's no trouble love, house feels empty when you aren't in it anyways. Might as well just stay full time."

You're moving in. He's installing a nice and sturdy shower bench, he's got snacks all around the house for you, he's mixing electrolyte powder in your water. John wants you to thrive more than anything, you're his girl, going to be his wife one day. He still wants you to feel and be independent, if you need he'll go with you to get a mobility aid so you can comfortably go out more.

He's set in his military ways so.. He's somewhat blunt with scheduling. Little reminders all day to drink your water with a kiss to your forehead. When you go out together, he's stashed some instant cold packs and little salt packets in your bag. John often lifts your hand to check your BPM tracker, once he's done he'll kiss your knuckles.

"Look at that darlin' .. Takin' care of yourself so well for me."

Soap

Johnny had quite the habit of being a bit lazy when home from deployment. But then you wandered into his life, he didn't know about your POTS at first. Just figured you also had a busy life and preferred nights in for dates. Then you got more serious in your relationship and opened up to him about your condition. It was an immediate flip of a switch, Johnny became your Johnny.

He wants you to be able to spend your energy doing the things you love, not the simple tasks, especially when he can take care of it. You practically gained a Scottish housewife. He'll shoo you softly away from the dishes, insisting you enjoy your hobbies or rest up so you two can have a nice day out. Laundry, cleaning, making the bed. Bathing you even though you're perfectly capable, definitely not to touch you and get a little handsy-

"I can take care of ye bonnie.. believe me tha more I do the more I fall for ye."

Would say the only somewhat struggle, is overheating at night. Cause you cannot tell me this man doesn't run hot like a heater. And he loves to love you, hold you, touch and feel you. But there's work arounds, a nice AC, and cooling blankets. Besides he sleeps like a rock so once he's out, if you get too hot you can give him a little push off you. Rarely he'll wake up and drawl out whines.

"..miss ye lass.. my arms are useless without ye in them.."

Ghost

Simon never thought of himself as a worrier. He's been through hell and back and not much phases him. But the first time he saw you faint nearly sent him to an early grave, threw whatever was in his hands to dart over to catch you. This was definitely before he really started to understand the seriousness of POTS. Now it's constantly on his mind, especially the moments in the day when he's not right there with you.

He doesn't want you to feel guilty about his panic, so he's pretty stoic and calm when face to face with you. Definitely goes in with you to every doctor's appointment now, asks questions, how he can help, what to do during your flare ups. You best believe he is taking everything your doctor suggests to heart. Buying you a BPM monitor, knowing Simon he'll probably figure a way to connect it to his phone. So even when he's not with you he knows a little about how you're doing. Statistically it's his most used app now. Once in a while you get a blunt-

"Go rest."

-text from Simon as soon as it gets too high for his liking.

Simon is very adamant that you take plenty of breaks throughout the day, if you're overexerting yourself he's right there with you. An arm winding around you, kissing the nape of your neck after gently brushing your hair aside.

"How you feelin' doll? Let's get you some water and we'll take a break for a while yeah? Put on that show you like and I'll take care of this.."

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feyhunter78 · 10 months

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Pink Pastels Pt 16

Description: Miguel and Gabi have a much needed talk.

Part 17

Miguel and Gabi walk you back next door. He watches as you give her a tight hug, whispering platitudes in her ear before you let go. You then brush your lips across her forehead and giving him a small smile, then the door to your apartment is closed and Gabi starts to cry once more.

Miguel scoops her up, cradling her to his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, her tears wetting his shirt as she sobs. He misses holding her like this, when she was a baby she clung to him constantly, crying if he put her down for even a second. Then she grew older and became so curious about everything, she wanted to be on the ground, have the freedom to run and play and explore the world around her.

He’s proud of her for being so courageous, so adventurous it reminds him of a younger him, before he became Spiderman, before he lost his original universe and searched the multiverse desperately for a new one. But he’s forgotten that courage takes a lot of strength, and obviously Gabi has been running on empty for a while.

“Gabi, Mija, I’m sorry.” He says, settling on their couch and squeezing her tightly.

“Why are you sorry?” She asks, looking up at him with those big round eyes.

He can’t explain how much he loves his daughter; he’s tried a million times to verbalize the depth of his emotions and finds he always comes up short. So he’s come to the conclusion that it’s simple. He loves her beyond words.

“I didn’t notice you heard my call with your mother, and then I continued to fail to see how it hurt you, and I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to feel all that sadness on your own.” He shifts her, so she’s facing him, and brushes back the hair from her face, it’s like his mother’s hair. He’ll have to call her, ask her how she’s doing, if she wants to see him and Gabi sometime soon.

She snuggles into him, her tears slowly drying. “It’s okay, Papá, I’m strong.”

He swallows hard, tears pricking at the back of his eyes.

“Mijo you shouldn’t have done that, you know your father; he gets angry.”

“But Mamá it’s not fair he shouldn’t treat you like that.”

“It’s better me than you or Gabriel, I’m strong Miguel, I can take it.”

He fears he’s going to wretch, and he takes a deep breath counting ten things he can see, he can feel, hear, smell, until his heart rate has slowed, and the nausea is gone.

“You are strong, but you are also little—”

She goes to protest, and he stops her with a playfully stern look that makes her giggle.

“You are my baby girl, my daughter, you are not alone, you will never be alone, you don’t have to be strong all by yourself, especially not when you’re sad.”

Gabi mulls over his words, fidgeting with the little watch he made for her. “But I want to be strong like you.”

“Mija, I am strong because of you. Because I love you so very much, and I want to make sure the world is safe for you.” He tells her, praying that she understands how earnestly he’s speaking.

She nods and wraps her arms around as much of his torso as she can. “I love you, Papá, and I promise I’ll tell you next time I’m sad.”

He returns her hug, resting his chin on the crown of her head. “I love you more than you can imagine, Mija.”

He makes a mental note to make sure Lyla saves this video file, adding it to the hundreds upon hundreds of clips he has saved of Gabi. He’ll never have enough, never get enough time with her, but here in this moment he feels like everything he’s done, everything he’s been through and suffered was worth it.

“I think Ms. Y/N saw my superpowers.” Gabi says hesitantly, her voice muffled by his chest.

He pulls back, scanning her face. “What?”

“I got mad, and I threw my doll, and now the wall is broken.” She says as she leads him into her room.

Miguel’s mind is turning, churning, roiling. You know he’s Spiderman, as of last night, but he hasn’t been able to go through it with you to explain what happened, or to tell you how Gabi might have developed a lesser version of his abilities and was just now coming into her powers.

He inspects the wall. It’s a small dent, but clearly in the shape of a doll. He can fix it, he’s picked up a number of skills during his time in the multiverse, but he isn’t sure how you’re going to react to the truth.

“What did Ms. Y/N say when this happened?” He asks carefully, running calculations in his head of how much damage control he was going to have to do. You’re a reader, he knows this. Maybe he’ll hack into your laptop and see what kind of books you like. Buy you a first edition of your favorite book, or see if there’s any erotica, you’re fond of that he can read and put to good use to distract you.

Gabi’s brushing her doll Carmen’s hair in rapid jerky strokes, something she did when she was nervous. “Nothing, she just kept playing with me. Well…she seemed a little…tomada por sorpresa.” Trsl: take/taken by surprise.

He smiled at her lapse into Spanish. Gabi spoke both languages fluently, but he noticed a year or so ago that she’d picked up a quirk from him. They both tended to fall back on his first language whenever they were nervous or overwhelmed with emotions.

“Ah, well, Ms. Y/N just found out I was Spiderman last night.” He’s taking a gamble, telling her this. He knows Gabi can keep a secret, she’s been keeping theirs since she was little, but now that you’re involved, he isn’t sure how she’s going to react.

Gabi nods. “Well, that’s okay because you’re going to get married, and married people have to keep each other’s secrets, that’s what Auntie Monica said.”

His half-sister would say something like that…

“She is right, married people do keep each other’s secrets, but Gabi, Ms. Y/N have only known each other for a little while now, not even half a year. Most people like to know each other for at least a year before they get married.”

Gabi sets down her doll and her lips tick to one side in thought. “Yeah, I guess you should wait until the year is done, because if you marry her, then they might move me out of her class. Kids don’t get to be in their mom’s classes, apparently, it’s called a conflict of interest, but I just think it’s because then they’ll be the favorite. But I’m already Ms. Y/N’s favorite, so I don’t think it’ll be any different.”

Miguel laughs, he doesn’t mean to, but that’s his daughter, thinking three steps ahead while still attempting to get what she wants.

“It’s true!” Gabi pouts. “She’s still wearing the necklace we gave her!”

Yes, you are, and he is so thankful for that fact.

“You’re right, Mija, she is.”

She gives him a smug, satisfied ‘I told you so’ smile and begins to clean up her toys. “I bet if you asked her on a date, she’d say yes.”

“I think Ms. Y/N would say yes, but her job is very important to her, so she wouldn’t agree to go out with me until the year was finished.”

“So, you’ll just have to go on secret dates like in the telenovelas, me and Tia Margo watch.” Gabi says, nodding her head knowingly, as if this had been his plan all along, and she was just now catching on.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, a half exasperated, half amused smile on his face. “No more telenovelas for you, they’re giving you too many crazy ideas.”

Gabi throws herself into his lap dramatically. “No Papá, but I need them to live, they’re the only thing keeping my secret half-sister maybe actually my cousin alive.”

He laughs again and shakes his head, scooping her up and holding her above his head, making her giggle. “But I do not, for I am the evil tio and I want your half-sister maybe cousin gone, so I can steal her inheritance.”

“¡Monstruo!” Gabi gasps, her face an exaggerated look of horror and surprise. Trsl: You monster!

“Yes, I am an evil monster who says now it is time to go to bed, so you can wake up and have a good day at school tomorrow.”

Gabi wrinkles her nose, but nods, and he sets her back down. She throws her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. “I love you, Papá.”

He hugs her back. “I love you too, Mija.”

If you haven't seen my answer to an ask, I will be going on vacay for 10 daysss, but I'll be back and will be picking this fic up once I return, so don't worry! I'm not abandoning it!!!!

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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Can you write something about Jason comforting the reader with the insecurities of stretch marks and fat? Please.

Sorry this took long for me to get to but it’s here finally! 🦦

Jason knew something was off the moment he noticed the absence of light within your eyes that he loved so much whenever you caught sight of yourself within the mirror, even if it was from the corner of your eyes it was still enough to sour your overall mood for the week. And it was because of this that Jason definitively decided that he needed to step in and help you out of the rut that you seemed to have gotten yourself in; seeing as how you never once hesitated to help him out of his own share of ruts- even the ones where he didn’t think himself deserving of being saved- Jason wanted to pay that kindness you’ve shone him forward and be there for you the way you’ve been there for him.

That and the fact that he doesn’t want his favourite person to have ever walked into his life to ever feel alone in their most trying times, especially when he knew damn well he could’ve done something to help solve the issue rather then stand at the sidelines and make it even worse.

So one day Jason found himself sat by your side on the bed after catching you looking at yourself dishearteningly through the mirror in shame, disappointment and disapproval one too many times. ‘What’s wrong sweetheart? Whose asses do I have to kick for making my baby upset hmm?’ Jason asked and you forced yourself to smile at his concern but didn’t think it was worth the hassle he’d be willing to put himself through for.

‘No one has said anything Jason, so there’ll be no ass you’ll be kicking I’m afraid, besides it’s stupid and I’ll get over it…or at least I thought I would by now.’ You directed the last part at yourself, muttering it under your breath, but all it did was raise Jason’s concern as he reached over and held your hand in his, tracing calming patterns into your skin with his thumb. ‘Come on angel,’ he softly encouraged, squeezing your hand, ‘there’s nothing that you coup ever say that would make me think of you any differently than I do now.’

You looked at him with tearful eyes that made him want to tear his heart out of his chest for how much it hurt him in seeing you in any sort of pain or distress. ‘Even with all my…fat and my stretch marks that I wish would go away every night when I’m constantly reminded on a daily basis that I’ll never be the vision of beauty? My my acne/acne scarring that I can never be rid of and are now a permanent extension of me?’ You asked, though the further you sent the more your vision blurred with your tears, making it harder for you to make out his expression, which didn’t help with your unsavoury thoughts that made you compare to yourself to the likes of your good friend Artemis; who told you on multiple occasions that Jason wasn’t a shallow man and that if he could, he’d choose you in every possible universe.

‘Yes.’ Jason replied seriously and without an ounce of hesitation. ‘Even with the things that you view as an insecurity because to me they’re what make you, well you.’ He then gets off the bed -hands still intertwined- as he knelt on his knees in front of you, smiling. ‘You’re still my y/n. My beautiful,’ he plants a kiss to your hand, ‘handsome,’ another kiss to the inside of your wrist, ‘gorgeous and ridiculous sweet y/n.’ He brings his barrage of kisses to an end by having the last two on your thighs where he knew you had stretch marks, looking up at you with kind and caring eyes that he only ever gives you and only you. ‘You only blessed me by giving me more of you to love up on and how could I resist such a beautiful blessing such as that?’

‘You mean that? Truly?’ You asked.

‘With my whole heart, I meant every word.’ Jason replied, now looking at you with complete and utter devotion to you, his deity.

‘I don’t disgust you? Not once?’ You asked again, still in denial that a man such as him existed.

‘I’d make constellations of your acne/scarring with my fingers if it brings you happiness.’ Jason began. ‘I’d memorise the way your plush and plump body cushions against me perfectly as though you were made to be in my arms and my arms only.’ He then let’s go of your hand to hold both of your thighs in his big, strong hands as he began to squeeze and stroke them at his own pace. ‘I’d kiss each and every one of your stretch marks while whispering my thanks to them for making you even more beautiful than I’d ever thought possible.’ He concludes, kissing your thighs once more in appreciation of your creation.

‘Jason…’ you were crying but for an entirely different reason as you watched on in fascination as he showed love towards the parts of yourself that you felt most embarrassed and ashamed about your entire life, Almost as though it came easy as breathing to him, like loving you was easy as breathing to him.

‘Yes sweetheart.’ He said against your thigh, pressing a loving kiss into it.

‘Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself.’ You said, reaching your hands to hold his face in your hands as you sweetly kissed him on the lips and feeling him smile into the kiss and still feeling his hands kneading the flesh of your thighs but instead of feeling ashamed, you felt loved. You felt happy that you’ve got a man like Jason who was addicted to you and every inch of your body as though he’ll never get a chance to worship your body again.

‘No need to thank me sweetheart, I’d gladly love on you in this life and the next because if I’m certain that I’m made for one thing, it’s loving you unconditionally and wholeheartedly.’ Jason replied, pulling away. ‘Now how about we get some take out and just spend the evening here, just the two of us?’ You smiled and pecked his nose, laughing at the way he scrunched up his nose. ‘That sounds perfect Jay, but then again anything with you is perfect.’

‘So just like you then?’ Jason smirked at you and you decided to shut him up with another kiss on the lips, unable to stop the smile on your lips from growing as you enjoyed your little piece of heaven with him.

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