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F**k your fav 10 - Touchy (18+)
Summary: Satoru became sentimental. If you were to say something, you thought his list had long been forgotten. However, he added something sentimental there. He wanted you like it was the first time. He was still so close. He teased. But his touch didn't leave you. In fact, he wanted to see if you could come without something inside you. His mental pleasure of watching you cum.
"Do you remember when we first met?"
You looked back to look at Satoru's arms as his head rested on your butt as he used you as a pillow.
Why did he become sentimental so suddenly?
Maybe he started thinking about it because you were also in this position at the beginning of your relationship?
Your relationship wasn't about sex from the beginning. You were together because you wanted to be together. You fell in love with him a few years ago, not caring who he was or who he would become in the future. You loved him for who he was in that moment.
Because you were sure your boyfriend wouldn't change. He can't change.
After these few years, he is still the same. Even though you have been in the relationship longer. Even though he is older. Even though his appearance was changing microscopically. He remained the same anyway.
A man who is jealous. Sugar addict. Someone who likes to tease you and has strange ideas.
Someone who has been looking like a sex addict next to you for a long time...
Kinky jokes and moves. All his gestures can be suggestive.
"Why so suddenly?" you asked, setting his console aside.
"I just saw something on my list that reminds me of our first time together..." He waved his phone with a notepad.
He was changing this list.
He wanted to watch you lying wet on the bed. But he later realized that he could make you squirt normally. And he can cover you with his seed anyway. Watching you cry from overstimulation and drool. But he always does it. That's why he thought this item on the list made no sense. Because he does it anyway and he likes it.
He loved it normally. He loved fucking you so hard. Doing it not at home was also nice. But he had limited options.
The quickie was nice. But it wasn't perfect. It was too short for him.
So if he had to choose, he'd be last, even though that was cool too.
Mutual masturbation... A nice change. He liked it.
The marathon is one of his favorites.
Having him on the bottom brought back memories for him... It felt good, but he loves looking at your fucked up face when he's the one above you.
Eating his dessert on you... That was cool too...
And also bondage... He's always liked it. That's why he loved it too.
Today he wanted to watch your body overstimulated and wet with your juices. Then he wanted to see if he could make you orgasm without touching your pussy.
But he later realized that this bypassed the rules he had made for him.
“Everything has to be for both of you.”
That's why he had to decline the erotic massage. But later, when he looked at the list, he remembered that during one of your first times, you were so wet just from his fingers on your skin. Like you were about to orgasm even without his touch between your thighs.
And also... During one of your times, he managed to make you squirt around him.
It was probably even on the same day.
Or maybe that was something he might like? Romantically?
Therefore, under the influence of this perverted sentiment for those times, he wrote a point that did not have a name, but described it.
„Just like our first (best) time together.”
And yes, everything started innocently back then. He came back from work and you were lying on your stomach on the bed, reading a book.
And he lay on your back, craving your touch.
Only for a more heated session to ensue later.
As he started to put his hands under your shirt and kiss the back of your neck while rubbing against your ass.
"Do you really want to do that again?"
"Yes. It was a miracle!"
"I always thought the first time was so embarrassing..." Laugh nervously.
"Why?"
"Because you had to see me naked... You touched me... You kissed me... Your face was... In different places...
"Is that really all you remember from our first time?! I'll be offended at you if it's true!" he laughed, but you could hear the mock irritation in his voice.
"...I also remember that you were very... Touchy... You wanted to be close."
"Because I wanted to be close and I still do. Just like now. I remember when I met you... It was in the store, right?" he laughed.
"You miserable clumsy boy, you lost your old school ID."
"And you clumsily lost your phone!"
"It was you who stole my phone a year later to take nude photos!"
"You were already my girlfriend!"
You buried your face in the pillows, giggling.
"That was cool, right?"
"I still can't forget your face, as if you had seen a ghost. The moment you saw Suguru! Admit it, you have a crush on him!"
"This is your friend! He's my friend! And you're my boyfriend!"
"Let's talk about it later. But now..." You heard him move and suddenly he lifted your hips slightly. "...Do you want to remember this day?”
"H-Hey!"
You felt his chin on your ass. And then his tongue traced the fabric of your sleep shorts.
"Shh. I'm working." He murmured and massaged your hips and thighs with his fingers, pressing so hard that you felt your muscles tremble.. And with the connection of his tongue on the saliva-wet fabric, you were more aroused than you should have been.
"Ooh..." You moaned as his toes caught on your soaked clothes, sending sparks up your spine.
"Can I make you cum without sticking my cock inside you?” he panted against your body.
You set the console aside and with his hands you rose, kneeling to let him remove your clothes.
Your released nipples hardened and he sat behind you, settling you between his spread knees.
"Satoru, this-."
You wanted to tell him that this wasn't exactly what he did the first time you two met.
"Shhh..."
His fingers circled your nipples before he began to slowly rub them just the way you liked.
The slight coldness of his fingers turned to heat as he rubbed and pinched you lightly, breathing into your ear.
He played with your tits like he was a little kitten. And only then did he spit on one of your mounds, watching the saliva slowly trickle down until it reached your nipple where he smeared it by running his finger over the hard nub.
To then lick and bite your ear and start rubbing and squeezing your thigh with one of his hands. Where you started trembling.
"Close your eyes." He ordered, and knowing how good it felt, you obeyed, feeling his long fingers work your body effortlessly.
His increasingly hard erection rubbed against your buttock, adding to your excitement.
With a shaky breath, you bit your lip, resting the back of your head on his shoulder.
"Awe, as soon? I thought I would have to do it a lot longer to get you in this condition..." He chuckled lightly, patting your tit to watch the soft flesh bounce. And his other hand went between your legs, feeling that your pants are completely soaked in the front. “I'm flattered, you know? Did you leak that much just from touching your tits? It's wonderful that your body is so sensitive to me!
It would be different with someone else...
Gojo Satoru is the person who knows your body more than you do! You know that he had other sex partners before you. When he was in bed with you, he was good. But with you he mastered it all to perfection...
Just one little finger is enough for him to bring you to orgasm. A short cunnilingus is enough to make you tremble under him. Just touching your body in the right way will make you a wet mess under your underwear.
So it was now.
He tilted you so he could lean down and take your other, wet, attention-hungry nipple into his mouth, sucking. Playing with tongue. He took off your pants, laughing through his nose as he watched your pussy connect to your panties with the thin threads of your arousal before they broke.
Your clit already throbbing and waiting for his touch. Your thighs shaking and spreading apart despite your will.
Your body knows that when it's horny, it's about to get a good fuck.
But instead of just sticking his fingers inside you and watching you squirm, he placed two fingers on the folds on either side of your clit and started moving up and down. Watching the pink nub quiver from the slight friction it receives.
"Do you want something inside?" he asked, whispering into your ear. Causing your back to arch slightly.
You nodded quickly, spreading your knees a little further to indicate to him that you were ready for something inside. Even for something much bigger than his fingers.
"If your body asks so nicely~” His two fingers dived low, pressing into you with great ease.
His hard shaft that he had just released from his pants was placed softly between your buttocks. And his fingers curled inside, pressing the pads against your g-spot.
Your leg rose at the sudden pleasure.
"Good Girl... Just a little more." He praised you.
His fingers rolled in circles over that spot inside you.
And you felt so helpless as you shuddered and collapsed onto him, helpless. Your entire body surrendered to the pleasure he gave you.
His eyes widened, he felt his entire hand suddenly covered with your warm liquid. And when he pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy released your orgasm onto the bed, letting him watch.
It certainly wasn't like the first time you had sex!
But it was so good...
"Haha...! Really honey? It was so sweet. I could brag to everyone that my girlfriend can squirt just by rubbing her tits and fingering her!" he said, rubbing your clit to help you cum. "I think I need to talk to Suguru about this! He needs to see how cute you look when you cum so hard later!”
Your brain was too fucked up to understand what he was saying to you at that moment.
"You won't regret having such a lovely pussy and your favorite boyfriend with a big cock. Ngh... You're even tighter now..."
His tip began to press into you. When he managed to overcome your tightening walls and pushed inside, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.
And his cheeky fingers must have rubbed your clit.
So when his tip touched your g-spot, your body arched and he watched you tremble.
You gripped him like a vice, coating the rest of his length and balls with your orgasm.
"Sugoii!" He laughed, one eye closed by the pressure on his cock. "I didn't know that my girlfriend could cum less than a minute after her previous orgasm. I love it so much!"
Your body had no spirit as he cuddled against your cheek, eyes shining at the realization of what had just happened.
#jjk x you#gojo satoru#gojo x y/n#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo x you#f**k your fav
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| key: [ ★ ] = fan fav | 18+ | f! reader | in chronological order |
| key: [ 🔞 ] = smut [ 💢 ] = angst [ 🌀 ] = fluff / “sfw”
#FICS + ONESHOTS
[ ★ ] PROMISCUOUS GIRL + approx. wc = 3.6k / estimated reading time / 16 minutes / modern / str!p club! au / 🔞 / str!pper reader /
SUMMARY: toji visits a str!p club and a cute little new str!pper girl catches his eye quick.
SONG REC: promiscuous & the way i are
[ ★ ] AIRPLANE AIRHEAD + approx. wc = 5.9k / estimated reading time / 26.22 minutes / modern / airplane au! / passenger! toji / flight attendant reader🔞
SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun tormenting the new cute flight attendant in first class.
SONG REC: in for it
WWW.PIXELATED.PRINCESS + approx. wc = 5.1k / estimated reading time / 22.67 minutes / modern / cam!au / maid + c4mgirl reader / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji finds out his pretty maid isn’t as innocent as he thinks once he walks in on her during her cam show.
SONG REC: cyber s!x
[ ★ ] TINDER LEG BINDER + approx. wc = 4.7k / estimated reading time / 20.89 minutes / modern / toxic + possessive ex! bf toji / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji catfishes his pretty little ex-girlfriend on tinder because he’s bored. the sheer thought of you being with another man makes him giggle.
SONG REC: let me love you
[ ★ ] SOPRANO SCREAMER + approx. wc = 7.8k / estimated reading time / 35.07 minutes / modern / rockstar! au / rockstar! toji / fangirl! reader / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: so many thirsty groupies but you want your favorite dílf rockstar to know that you‘re his #1 biggest fan.
SONG REC: party monster
1-800-BRAT-WANTED + approx. wc = 6.0k / estimated reading time / 22.67 minutes /modern / jjk au / assassin! toji / bounty reader / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji takes a bounty worth $100k but he didn't expect his wanted target to look so pretty.
SONG REC: starboy
EX-RINGER-F!NGERED + approx. wc = 6.1k / estimated reading time / 27.11 minutes / jjk au / modern / toxic + possessive ex-husband! toji / angst ending / 🔞 / 💢 /
SUMMARY: perhaps going to your ex-husband‘s costume party wasn‘t the brightest idea.
SONG REC: try me & hurt you
[ ★ ] BACKSTAGE BACK ARCHER + approx. wc = 5.3k / estimated reading time / over 20 mins / rockstar! au / rockstar! toji / delusional reader / mean! dom toji / 🔞 /
SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun with his #1 biggest fan. The paparazzi can’t stand you and neither can his die-hard groupies.
SONG REC: kissland
#THIRSTS/ASKS
virgin reader x toji [🔞]
toji edging you [🔞]
arranged marriage toji [🔞]
ceo toji x breeding k!nk [🔞]
twitter famous toji [🔞]
making a bet w toji / he loses [🔞]
in the shower w toji [🔞]
toji seeing you in a sundress [🔞]
one night stand w toji [🔞]
toji seeing you in a bikini for the first time [🔞]
toji eating it from the back [🔞] — ★
birthday s!x w toji [🔞] DEDICATED TO HOSHI !! <3
seven mins in heaven [🔞]
spit / daddy k1nk w toji [🔞] — ★
makeup s!x w toji eating your 🐱 [🔞]
asking toji to record you [🔞]
bodyguard trope [not smut related]
ex baby daddy toji [🔞]
difference between faster & harder w toji [🔞]
toji making out with you after eating your 🐱 [🔞] — ★
toji handling his girl as she’s ab to fight someone [🌀]
toji x public play [🔞]
motorcyclist toji [🔞]
spin the bottle feat. gojo [🔞]
toji & reader w oral fixation [🔞]
toji‘s reaction to seeing you in booty shorts [🔞]
racer toji [🔞]
spit + praise + daddy k1nk [🔞]
c0ckwarm1ng toji [🔞]
toji comforting you with period cramps [🌀]
toji with a shy gf [🌀]
impact play w toji [🔞]
toji f!ckin you like he can’t life w/o you [🔞]
toji in black suit / size k1nk [🔞] — ★
toji reaction to you singing explicit words [🌀]
toji turning on your toy while at a formal dinner [🔞]
c!ckwarming toji while he’s doing paperwork [🔞]
toji x insecure gf [🌀]
toji saying no to you for the first time [🌀]
toji x reader w attachment issues [🌀]
toji x bimbo reader [🌀]
toji reaction to you having n!pple piercings [🔞]
toji giving you hickeys/bite marks on your neck [🔞]
sucking toji’s n1pple pierced t!ts [🔞]
#DRABBLES
toji spanking your 🐱 [🔞] — ★
dilf toji make you answer your ex’s call [🔞] — ★
giving toji head on your birthday [🔞]
how toji eats it [🔞]
toji x insecure chubby! reader [🔞]
toji “helping” his college gf study [🔞]
relaxing pool day with toji [🌀]
toji taming a spoiled brat gf [🔞] — ★
toji calming you down after you’re pissed [🌀]
using your safe word [🔞]
d!lf toji making you squ!rt for the first time [🔞] — ★
toji x v!grin reader [🔞] — ★
riding toji‘s thigh [🔞]
play fighting to something else w toji [🔞] — ★
trying on clothes / toji f!cking you in the clothes [🔞]
calling toji daddy by accident [🔞] — ★
jealous toji x college gf reader [🌀]
toji with crybaby gf [🔞] — ★
aftercare with toji [suggestive]
toji suggesting a new position [🔞] — ★
smart mouth reader x toji [🔞]
making out with toji [suggestive]
angry rough toji / reader [🔞]
toji’s favorite positions [🔞]
toji making you 💦 again [🔞]
boyfriend toji headcanons [🌀]
shy gf x toji who forces eye contact [🔞] — ★
toji using a vibe on you while intimate [🔞]
toji taking care of you while you’re sick [🌀]
toji eating you out with tongue piercing [🔞]
toji putting you in headlock while riding him [🔞] — ★
sucking toji’s fingers [🔞]
riding toji while sucking his fingers [🔞] — ★
toji with a size k!nk [🔞] — ★
toji teaching you how to give head [🔞] — ★
more toji putting you in a headlock [🔞]
shiu x toji sharing you [🔞]
╰┈➤ finished? direct me to more toji content, karma !
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jjk men and their fav position
parings: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, k. choso, f. toji, r sukuna.
warnings: smut, named positions, choking (sukuna), dacryphilia (toji and sukuna), pet names, praising (nanami, geto, gojo choso).
A/N: someone request something, PLEASE 🙏🙏
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Satoru Gojo: 100% mating press
His sinister grin was the only thing apart of your blurred vision, the position, the friction, the pace, it would’ve been damn near impossible to not fall in love with the way he fucked you, if y’all hadn’t already been dating. The amount of will he has over your body is crazy in that position, him being vocal as hell doesn’t help but god… it’s hot as fuck, him moaning whimpering or saying some vile shit in your ears like “fuck-.. if she doesn’t stop sucking me in like this, i might come a-already.”, “such a good girl” and other dirty things…
Suguru Geto: Spooning
As someone that’s always tired, this is perfect for him. Just being able to slide it in as y’all are laying down is the most ideal thing for him. Geto is a simple man that takes sex as a way to relax, relieve stress and relax the tension in your muscles.. but even with all those benefits and a girlfriend that he nicknamed “Jack-rabbit” simply because she couldn’t go a week without some kind of fucking. But one day he wanted to try something different. He laid on his side, you infront of him, grinding on you. This position gave him free access of your ass, tits, neck, and pretty much the rest of your body too.
Kento Nanami: Cowgirl/ Reverse Cowgirl
Now we know this old man is OLD fashioned as hell, probably alive during the BC and CE era, but one thing about him was.. he loved to fuck aswell. He loved the sight of his dick sliding in and out of that cunt while also seeing that white ring of cum being formed.
Kamo Choso: 69
He def seems like the type to not want to take control or advantage of you but still wanting a way to please you, so if there’s a way he can be pleased, AND please you? He’s down for it. Choso is probably really skilled at eating the box :3. Kissin it, small soft bites, licking anything that leaks out. :3
Toji Fushiguro: Full Nelson (especially infront of a mirror.)
Toji seems like the type to manhandle you. Folding and contorting your body past it’s limits, fucking you in unspeakable positions you can hardly manage. That shit eating grin, visibly displayed in the mirror. Choking you too, I mean it’s easy access. He manhandles you to your wits end and at this point, its painful as fuck, but hot ad fuck too. And your tears visible in the mirror too makes it so much better, well atleast to him…
Sukuna Ryomen: Missonary
Now sukuna doesn’t have a favorite position, he thinks every position that allows him to restrain you is perfect. But if he had to pick just ONE, it’d be missionary. Just being able to watch your face contort into expressions is literally heaven to him, and do not get me starteddddd on if he was in the big boy form. Easy access kissing, being able to fully restrain you under his touch and weight. His smirk that is displayed on his face could make you tremble just at the sight. And your tears visible? Yeah he would go all outttt…
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#waterinzwork🦈#geto smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji smut#jjk smut#gojo satoru#gojo smut#geto suguru#nanami kento#nanami smut#choso kamo#choso smut#toji fushiguro#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#kamo ch
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JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN KINKS.
⚠️🔞 warnings: Smut / mature content / mention of blood.
Characters: Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru / Nanami Kento / Toji Fushiguro / Ryomen Sukuna / Choso / Mahito.
A/N: Who's your fav and who would you date?
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Gojo Satoru: Praising and stripping kink.
• Praise this man, compliment him, tell him that he's the strongest and that he's the most handsome man on earth. Tell him how good he makes you feel and watch how good he'll f##k you.
“Yeah? tell me more princess”
•Would tease you a lot.
• Would start undressing slowly without breaking eye contact.
• Feels proud when you can't stop staring at his body.
• Would approach you slowly climbing on top of you, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Like what you see?”
Geto Suguru : Auralism and dacryphilia kink.
• The faintest sound that leaves your lips would turn this man on.
• He enjoys hearing your soft moans.
• the way you scream his name and beg him to not stop.
• Loves it when you start crying because oh how good he's pleasuring you.
• Your voice drives him crazy.
“Yeah, just like that scream my name .... LOUDER”.
Ryomen sukuna: Sadism and humiliation kink.
• Would torture you for his own pleaseure.
• Would trigger pain in you and enjoys how helpless you look under his control and mercy.
•100% rough.
• Expect him to slap you and even choke you till you're about to pass out.
• However he enjoys it when you scratch his back and make him groan.
•Would degrade you in every way possible, would also laugh at you.
“come on, you can do better...How does it feel to be under my mercy, weakling ”
Nanami kento : Ropes kink.
• This man right here would tie you up and make love to you.
• If he can't find a proper rope then he would use his neck tie and tie your hands up.
• Admires your body, all tied up on his bed.
• Would gag you too if he wants to.
• Pulls your hair.
• Teases you a lot but at the same time reassures you.
• Asks for consent first.
“May I ?”
Toji Fushiguro: Spanking and dirty talk kink.
• This man enjoys spanking you while you're busy being a mess u der him.
• He'll probably get more turned on when he leaves a big ass mark on your skin of how hard his spanking was.
• Also expect a lot of dirty stuff whispered in your ear.
• He enjoys your reaction when he tells you with details about all the things he's about to do to you.
“Who's a good girl?”. ( me 🙋🏻♀️)
Choso : blood play kink.
• Asks for your consent first, nothing is forced.
• He enjoys it when both if you are bleeding.
• He would tease you with a sharp knife running it slowly from your neck, chest , abdomen and finally your inner thighs.
• Would cut you a bit making you bleed, enjoying the red fluid dripping off of your skin.
• Would taste your blood, licking it off of you.
“You taste as good as you look”
• Loves it when you dig your nails in his back, cutting him.
• The stinging sensation makes him more aroused.
Mahito : Roleplay kink.
• He's very creative in terms of roleplay
• This man has thousands of ideas that he would love to experiment with you.
• His favorite roleplay is the bad guy and the helpless victim.
• After chasing you for too long he would catch you wrapping his strong arms around your waist pulling you against him.
• Pins you down on the floor, doing all sorts of dirty.
• He's okay with switching roles.
• Allows you to do exactly the same.
“You can't hide from me Kitten.....Gotcha!!!”
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the weekend | jjk
⇢ PAIRING: dilf!jk x babysitter reader
⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | fwb, sm*t, angst
⇢ WC: 13.8k
⇢ WARNINGS: alright boyz strap in bc it's a doozy lmao, protected s*x, multiple org*sms (m & f), or*l s*x (m receiving), face f*ck, f*ngering, rough s*x, face slapping, sp*nking, exh*bitionism, sir k*nk, t*tty f*ck, t*tty sucking (duh), body piercings (n*pples), age gap (reader is 23 and jk is like 30), infid*lity (reader is the other woman), ch*king, overst*mulation, sp*tting, man handling, finger s*cking, d*m jk, brief mentions of past add*ction, implied passing of a bby (mainly subtext w no details given), maybe unrequited love, maybe not (EVIL CACKLE), some dark thoughts discussed (nothing too graphic or detailed), fighting n yelling n crying yikes, all of these characters are v flawed (except for yul duh), cute bby moments!!, oc is v immature n naive n contradicts herself a lot, she maybe has a thing for older guys bc of that, some bl*od (just a scrape on the knee but ik bl*od can be triggering), this relationship is extremely toxic and not meant to be desired!!!, one homage to trixie mattel lmao
⇢ SUMMARY: every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.
⇢ NOTES: so after months and months of planning this fic (i literally posted the teaser in JANUARY UM??), it's finally here. i think this is my fav thing i've written thus far and i worked v hard on this! would love to know ur thoughts, feedback is always appreciated!! ty @/taegularities for betaing!! (for whatever reason, this fic refuses to show up in tags n it sucks n nothing i do fixes it so i shall leave it be lol)
You can't tell what’s louder—the crunch of dewy, end-of-summer grass pricking the soft skin of your thighs like angry thorns, or the cracking of bones as your body thumps to the ground from your bedroom window.
“Ah-” the whine is quickly stifled by a sharp hiss as you remember your dad’s sleeping figure is just behind the wall next to you. “Ouch,” you whimper, praying that the crash hasn’t reached his watchful ears. Carefully, you climb to your feet, brushing the dirt off your bare legs. You spot a fresh crimson scrape on your knee.
Fucking great.
Finally, after days of longing and waiting, the weekend has arrived. Today, in particular, is a fantastic day. You were trying to look sexy, and blood isn't exactly the sexiest accessory. Bringing your wrist up to your nose, you inhale the candy-scented liquid you had doused yourself in before leaving.
Perfume still in check, thank fuck.
Goosebumps form on your skin as you take long, dutiful strides, cool night mist gliding through the thin material of your long silk shirt. You’ve committed this path to memory—out the window, usually in a more graceful manner, through the neighbor’s yard, and then straight down the sidewalk to the black Mercedes Benz waiting for you at the end of the road.
If you hadn’t done this a million and one times already, you might’ve missed the vehicle, so dark that it blends into the night seamlessly. You can’t help but wonder if that’s his goal entirely.
Still, the excitement of it all makes you walk a little faster.
“Hey, Jungkook,” you smile as you slide into his black leather passenger seat, leaning over the center console to give his cheek a gentle peck. Maybe you’ve overstepped a boundary and muddied the lines in the sand of your… relationship, but you can’t help yourself. Seeing Jungkook was always a treat, one you looked forward to every Friday night for the past five months.
“Hi,” he says impassively, eyes darting over your figure. A loose strand of hair dangles in front of his eyes, teasing you. “You’re wearing makeup?”
“Oh, um…” You’re at a loss for words; surprised he noticed such a slight change in your appearance. Although his perceptiveness was something you noted shortly after you began working for him, you can’t help but feel flustered. “Yeah, I… wanted to look nice tonight. Totally busted my ass climbing out the window,” you laugh.
“Did you get hurt?” His straight brows furrow slightly, silver piercing reflecting the moonlight.
“Just a scratch.” You lift your leg to show him the red mark on your knee. “Didn’t break anything, though, so that’s a plus.”
Wordlessly, Jungkook reaches over, popping open the glove compartment before you and pulling out the first aid kit he keeps there for emergencies. The scent of clean linen wafts over you from his daily cologne. His scent. Only his. You try your best to subdue the possessive smirk forming. “You should be more careful.”
“I’m okay.”
“Be more careful,” he commands, peering up at you with an icy gaze. “Got it?”
Whether it’s the seven-year age gap between the two of you or the tone of his voice, you know better than to argue. “Yes,” you wince as he rubs Neosporin onto the open wound. “Besides, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt if my dad wasn’t so… overprotective.”
“Well,” he continues, sticking a pink Baby Shark bandaid to your skin before putting the box back, “as a father, I understand.”
“Yul is two, though,” you laugh, “I’m in my twenties.”
“Being in your early twenties hardly makes you an adult,” he mutters. "Besides, it doesn't matter. The need to protect your children always stays the same.”
“Poor Bunny,” you pout jokingly as you click your seatbelt on. “She’s going to be just like me when she’s older. Sneaking out of a window to see a boy because her daddy is a big grizzly bear.”
The comment has his nose twitching in irritation. “I’m done with this conversation, __.”
You freeze. Have you struck a nerve?
“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you peep. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Stop.” His voice is flat, but your heart thumps. “It’s fine.”
All the excitement you feel suddenly morphs into an uncomfortable ache as you slump into your seat. It’s different than it was last weekend, positioned much closer to the dashboard than you would ever put it. There’s a claustrophobic sting in your chest as you realize someone else has been in this very spot.
You know they have, and you know who.
The deafening sound of the bulky silver band on his finger, tapping against the steering wheel as he begins driving to the hotel you frequent, is a sick reminder.
You swear there’s even a musky floral scent lingering in the air. Deeper and more mature than yours. It could be paranoia, or guilt, making you imagine things. Still, you hope your perfume finds its way into every fiber of his leather seats.
“How was your day?” Jungkook asks, interrupting any rational thought or doubt, luring you back into the vicious cycle.
“A bit stressful,” you sigh. “I applied for school today.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, pretty sure I messed up on the financial aid paperwork, though. It was super confusing; I didn’t understand any of it.”
“You should’ve brought it over. I could’ve helped you.”
Jungkook does have a master’s degree in finance. He could’ve been your Rosetta Stone, helping you decipher convoluted questions about taxes and deductions. However, you weren’t sure how he would’ve reacted to you pulling out your laptop post-sex, asking for assistance on something completely unrelated to your normal routine. “That’s not the type of thing we usually do when we’re together,” you shrug, “you know?”
Your response has him shifting in his spot, pierced bottom lip curling inwards like the words made him queasy. He was the one who encouraged you to go back to school in the first place. “I wouldn’t have minded,” Jungkook mumbles before quickly redirecting the dialogue, something he does whenever he’s frustrated or uncomfortable. “So, what’s the special occasion?”
“Huh?”
“What’s got you all dolled up?”
Oh, right. That special occasion. The one you’ve been anticipating since you were made aware of its existence.
“Happy three years sober!” You announce with a cheesy smile, throwing your arms up eagerly.
“Ah,” he huffs in recognition. His eyes are fixed on the road, but there’s the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. Success. It takes everything in you not to physically rejoice. “I’m surprised you remembered.”
“What do you mean?” You ask with a pout. “How could I forget?”
“I don’t know.” Just like that, the flicker of happiness wisps away like a flame in the wind as his expression turns emotionless and stoic again. “It’s not really a big deal.”
You frown. Must he always be so… cold?
‘It’s okay to smile; you deserve it,’ is what you want to tell him. It's not your place, though. You opt for: “It’s a huge deal, Jungkook,” instead. Reaching over, you gently tuck the stray strand of hair behind his decorated ear.
A somber aura hangs around him like a dark, dreary rain cloud, and in moments like this, when it’s so visible, you just… need to touch him.
It’s stupid to think that you’re the special one; that you’ll be the girl to turn the rain into a rainbow and save him from himself, but you can’t refrain from trying.
“Did you celebrate?”
He shakes his head. “Went to work.”
You can tell from his outfit—a sleek black blazer resting neatly on top of an even darker button-up and tie. His long hair is slicked back, but gravity, and his ten-hour long shift took their toll, making the strands hang slack, short undercut peaking through. He looks so incredibly sexy. Maybe, you can comfort him in the only way you know how…
“Well, there’s still time.” You point to the clock on his touchscreen stereo: 11:12 p.m. You throw your hair over your shoulder before slowly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt, revealing the skimpy black lingerie set you splurged on just for tonight. Just for him. “We can celebrate…”
“Yeah?” His cheek bubbles, tongue poking at the inside of his mouth, eyebrow jumping at your suggestion. “How so?”
You bite your lip, contemplating your next move. Hastily, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the center console. It’s reckless, but so is being with a man like Jungkook. When you finally get to have him the way you want, you’re incapable of rationality.
One night of him isn’t enough. What kind of tease is that? You need at least six more to be satisfied…
“__,” he warns, arching his head away from your sneaky lips. “Put your seatbelt on. Wait until we get to the hotel.”
“Where’s the fun in that, though?” You pout, cupping his cheek in your hand and batting your eyelashes innocently. Jungkook doesn’t take the bait, giving the desolate road ahead his unwavering attention. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you can tell you’re getting to him. Below you, his slacks tighten around his thick, tensed thighs. He’s playing right into your hands. Needily, you tongue the little silver hoops dangling from his ear.
“If I have to pull over, you’re in trouble.”
“Maybe I-”
A hushed ‘fuck’ cuts you off as the car comes to a screeching halt. Jungkook slams on the brakes, coming too close to the slower vehicle in front of you for comfort. Luckily, his dad reflexes kick in. His strong hand grips your waist tightly, preventing you from barreling forward. You brace yourself by clutching his shoulders, and when the adrenaline rush fades, you finally look at him. His nostrils are flared, and his jaw is clenched painfully tight. He’s pissed.
You know you should apologize, or be a little shaken up, but the blinking of the turn signal as he pulls to the side of the dark highway has your mouth watering. This is just what you wanted.
Jungkook sighs in frustration, tilting his head back against the headrest. The movement is counterintuitive, exposing the inked canvas of his neck that you’re desperate to paint red and purple.
A hand fists your tangled hair, pulling you off with a harsh yank before you have the chance to sink your teeth in. The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife. “Do not fucking mark me.”
The feeling of the frigid metal is agonizing. Not physically—his grip loosens immediately after the initial tug—but emotionally. You know why he doesn’t want you to mark him. Any evidence of you, other than your weekly babysitting duties, would unravel the entire life he’s built for himself.
Jungkook is an intelligent man, though. You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a façade, and everything’s already been undone.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out frail and shaky. “I just want you.”
And like some cruel joke, his phone rings.
The contact image would typically make you swoon. It’s a picture of him and his daughter from her first birthday party; her sticky, strawberry ice cream covered hands holding his cheeks as he stares at her with scrunched eyes and a big smile. You think that picture is the only time you’ve ever seen him genuinely happy.
The bold, white font at the top of the screen makes you sick to your stomach.
‘Wife.’
Jungkook releases your hair and places a finger over his mouth, signaling you to shut up, before answering.
“Yes, Seulgi?”
“Your daughter would like to speak to you.”
Her voice makes you want to curl into yourself. Whenever you talk to Seulgi regarding Yul, you’re able to compartmentalize and detach that part of yourself from this one. The one that’s sleeping with her husband. Hearing her in this compromised setting makes you feel absolutely repulsive.
After some rustling and tiny sniffles, Yul answers. “Da-” She only manages a syllable before breaking into a cry-induced coughing fit. You cringe, poor Bunny. “Daddy!”
“What’s wrong with my baby?”
You don’t mean to giggle, especially when the little girl you’ve grown to love so much is clearly distressed, but the intimidating, grumpy, tattooed businessman beside you, talking in full-on pout, tickles your brain just right.
“I don’t wanna sleep alone!” Yul screeches in the most anguished, high-pitched tone.
“Bunny…” With the way his hands scrub down his face, you can tell the tears on the other end are physically affecting him. “Take a deep breath, please.”
There’s a shaky inhale, and a sad whine of an exhale as she tries to steady her respirations.
“Thank you, good job,” he affirms. “Yul, daddy is…” Dark pupils flicker over to you, his face scowled to match. He eyes you like you’re an annoying stain on his leather seat. A dirty little secret that’s keeping him from his daughter. The gesture sends a dagger through your chest. Usually, Jungkook tells his wife he’s working overtime, but he can’t bring himself to lie to his only daughter. “Busy.”
“B-B-But.” The wails have simmered down to a blubber. “Scared.”
“You have mommy, though, don’t you?” He counters exasperatedly, cogs turning at maximum speed to conjure up a solution. “And Ruru?”
Yul is a persistent girl. You’ve seen the two-and-a-half-year-old deadpan Jungkook with a ‘you can have them, then,’ when he tried to convince her that vegetables were delicious and totally not an abomination to tastebuds. “Jeon Ruru is scared, too.”
After a few months of dedication and trust building, Yul finally initiated you into her inner circle of squishmallows, all of which shared the surname, Jeon, followed by whatever random title her baby brain bestowed them. Jeon Ruru, a glass of strawberry milk, was her favorite. You coo in remembrance.
“What about Ado?” Jungkook suggests, exhausting all his options.
“Ado?” She peeps curiously, and you can almost see her doe eyes scanning the room for her runner-up, an avocado squishmallow you gifted her. “Ado’s sleepin’.”
“Can you go get him?”
There’s a long pause of contemplation before the pitter-patter of tiny feet on wood fills the speakers. “Jeon Ado!” She calls out, voice becoming distant as she runs to her bedroom, “daddy wantsa’ talk to you!” You make out a quiet ‘I’ll tuck you in’ when Seulgi helps her to bed. “Okay,” Yul huffs, breathless from her scurry down the long corridor, “he’s here.”
“Jeon Ado.” You rarely see this side of him, and it takes all of your strength to suppress the smile that’s creeping up. “Can you keep Yul safe while I’m away?” He even leans forward a bit, turning his ear towards the speaker as if he’s actually waiting for the stuffed avocado to answer, subconsciously playing along with his daughter despite being miles apart. The scene puts your overwhelmingly sweet perfume to shame. “Uh, Yul, he said yes. So can you sleep in your big girl bed tonight?”
Reluctantly, Yul grumbles in agreement.
“Alright baby, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
Again, she answers with a little grunt and a yawn.
“I love you.”
“Love youuu!” She extends the vowel for emphasis.
“I love you more.”
There’s a beat of silence before the sleepy girl simply responds ‘yep,’ not even attempting to argue. He glances at you, this time with a wholesome smile, eyes warm with burning stars. It’s moments like this that keep you hooked, you think. Like always, the feeling is short-lived. When Seulgi mumbles a sweet goodnight to her daughter, their daughter, you’re reminded that you shouldn’t even be observing this domestic interaction.
“You know,” the man begins, turning his attention to his wife, “if you had given her a warm bottle, she would’ve gone down without a hitch.”
“Jungkook, she’s too old for a bottle.” And just like that, the fire between them ignites. You’ve never actually witnessed the pair fighting, only felt the uncomfortable heat between them in passing. “And she’s too old to be co-sleeping. She never had an issue sleeping alone beforehand.”
“Alright,” he asserts, “if Yul’s okay, then we’re done here.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” Despite his warning, she continues. “Getting her used to sleeping with you and then not being here?”
There were many things about having a daughter that Jungkook wasn’t prepared for.
It’s not that he didn’t do his research, and Yul certainly wasn’t an accident. He had wanted her more than anything. Especially after the…
Incident.
A baby-sized hole was left in Jungkook’s chest. Every day, it grew bigger and bigger until, eventually, that bitter emptiness would’ve swallowed him alive.
Jungkook needed Yul.
Still, there were certain things that parenting books and videos hadn’t warned him about, like the worry in his stomach whenever his daughter refuses her lunch, or the ache in his heart when he drops her off at daycare and she watches him leave through the window with a sad wave and tears rolling down her cheeks as if he’s just abandoned her forever. As if he or his wife aren’t going to pick her up in a mere four hours like they do every Tuesday and Thursday. His readings haven’t prepared him for the even stronger ache that consumes his entire body whenever he leaves for work too early and comes home too late, with barely any time to spend with his favorite person in the world.
Before Yul was even born, Jungkook and Seulgi had decided that co-sleeping was out of the question. Their room was for them, and he stood firm on that principle for a while. However, as time passed, their room became Seulgi’s, and the empty bedroom downstairs became his.
Jungkook couldn’t stand that room.
One night, after a particularly grueling shift, Jungkook trudges up the stairs for a late shower. Without finance talk or Yul’s babbles, he’s left to his own thoughts. Usually, under the scalding water, he wondered how his life turned out this way, or more so, why? This time, Jungkook wonders if there is even a reason to keep going at all.
He catches his reflection while brushing his teeth. His eyes are dark, cold, distant. Those same eyes belong to his daughter, but all he sees when looking into hers is love, innocence, and everything good in life.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for him.
Taking a detour to Yul’s room, Jungkook does his best to quietly tip-toe around squishmallows and discarded markers. Underneath the pink blanket is a little ball of fluffy black hair. She’s got her thumb in her mouth—a bad habit he and Seulgi had been trying to nip in the bud—with her chubby cheeks squished against her pillow. There were few things he hated more than waking her up, especially when she was sleeping so peacefully, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t stop himself.
Tiny, confused cries fill the room as Jungkook scoops her up.
“Shh,” he hushes, smoothing his palm over her onesie-clad back. “It’s just me.”
“Da- ddy?” Immediately, she relaxes at the familiar sound of his voice, words slurred as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes with a little fist before peering up at him with big marble eyes.
“How was daycare, Bunny?”
“Scared,” she whimpers, slumping into his chest for comfort. “Scaredy cat.”
“Scaredy cat?” Jungkook repeats, trying to make sense of the phrase. “Who’s a scaredy cat?”
“Jeon Yul.”
Typically, Jungkook finds it adorable when Yul refers to herself in the third person. The way she says it this time makes him frown. “Jeon Yul is not a scaredy cat. Jeon Yul is a baby, that’s all.” Realizing that she’d probably heard the unfavorable title at daycare, his chest tightens. With a heavy sigh, he rests his chin on top of her round head, swaying back and forth. Her hair smells like green apples from her baby soap. “Why were you scared, sweetheart?”
“No color…”
On his lunch break, Seulgi informed him that she was picking Yul up early. In an attempt to encourage her to engage with other children, the teacher took away Yul’s crayons, sending her into a full-blown tantrum. Jungkook knew his daughter well, a spitting image of him in every capacity. The crayons weren’t the problem; it was that crippling shyness that made her afraid of socializing with nearly anyone other than you and her parents.
Her back ripples with tiny hiccups as she recounts the events. Jungkook decides it’s best to change the subject, not wanting to upset his two-year-old anymore—especially this late at night.
“Guess what?”
Yul grunts an inquisitive noise.
“Daddy got you Baby Shark coloring books.”
Her wispy bedhead bounces as she glances side to side, inspecting her room for any sign of new Pinkfong merchandise. Jungkook was genuinely amazed at her ability to keep track of it all, considering how much he and his wife loved to spoil her rotten. However, the word ‘rotten’ doesn’t even come close to describing his baby. “Where?”
“In my car,” he laughs, slicking her choppy bangs out of her eyes. “We’ll color tomorrow., okay?”
“I like Baby Shark,” Yul says, completely ignoring his question. The teeniest, tiniest, most precious yawn slips out, two little front teeth on full display before her lips smack together sleepily. Truly living up to her nickname.
“I know you do.” He’s still rocking her gently, buying some time before she falls back into sleep’s arms and out of his. “I missed you so much today.”
“Why?”
As of late, ‘why’ seems to be Yul’s favorite word.
Why is the sky blue?
Why do vegetables taste yucky?
Why is daddy’s nose so big?
He’d be lying if he said that last, brutally honest question hadn’t caught him off guard when she first uttered it on his hip at the grocery store.
“Because I love you.” It’s the most effortless sentence he’s ever spoken. The most natural feeling he’s ever felt.
“Why?”
“Because,” his eye roll is disconnected from his growing smile, “you’re so cute!” If they weren’t enclosed by the four pink walls of Yul’s bedroom, Jungkook would be embarrassed at the squeakiness of his usual monotone voice. Leaning down, Jungkook blows a raspberry against her doughy cheek, a tried and true method of making her laugh. “Do you want to sleep in my room?”
It’s against his better judgment and the ground rules he had agreed to, but he just… really needs to spend time with her tonight. The small nod against his chest seals the deal. Before he gets to the door, Yul stops him with an exaggerated gasp.
“Daddy, Ruru!”
“Ruru?”
She grunts, frustrated at her father’s confusion, frantically pointing at her partner in crime, the strawberry milk squishmallow lying neatly underneath her comforter. Just how she left it.
“Yul,” Jungkook starts, taking a few steps backward and bending at the waist, allowing her to take the oversized stuffie into her arms. “Isn’t this Mimi?” As far as Jungkook knows, the pink milk carton with a face had always been Mimi; a name Yul had dubbed it since he brought it home a couple months back.
“Ruru,” she states affirmatively.
And ever since then, Yul’s been a co-sleeper.
Jungkook prided himself on knowing his daughter like the back of his tattooed hand. Whether it’s a sixth sense, some innate father’s instinct that the parenting videos mentioned, or his own attention to detail, he could read her like a book. However, sharing a bed with the tiny human taught him something he had been blissfully unaware of:
Yul sleeps wild.
More often than not, Jungkook was awoken by a tiny foot kicking his back, or by his own reflexes as he was somehow pushed to the very corner of the bed by his twenty-pound baby. There were even a few times when a harsh tug on his hair acted as an alarm clock. When he turned around to confront the culprit, however, she was fast asleep, arm slung over one of the many squishmallows that had worked their way into his room.
Having her with him was worth all bald spots and bruises, though. It’s bad, he knows it, and night by night, Yul becomes more attached. Getting her acclimated to daycare had been hell, to say the least. He knows co-sleeping has possibly made her more reluctant to socialize than she already was.
Still, Jungkook can’t help but wonder who’s more dependent on the other. When he thinks about it, undoubtedly, the answer is him. Because as long as he wakes up to a little foot in his back, a fist in his hair, and the smell of green apple baby soap, he has a reason to keep going.
“Don’t you think she deserves better?”
Her sharp words swipe through the air like a blade. Even you feel the cut, cautiously eyeing Jungkook. You can’t read his expression, but something about it makes you rub a comforting hand over his shoulder. He doesn’t react to your touch at all.
There’s a sullen pause before he finally answers. “I think Yul deserves everything.”
“Right… Goodnight, Jungkook.” She hangs up before he has the chance to respond. Seulgi always struck you as a level-headed person, albeit a bit aloof, but never unfair or cruel. You assume she’s just being spiteful, because anyone who knows Jungkook would never question his dedication to his daughter. That ugly, bitter, jealous side of you thinks maybe she just doesn’t know him the way you do.
“Are you okay?” You whisper as if approaching a wounded animal, ready to attack.
“On Fridays,” he starts, eyes shamefully dropping to his fidgeting hands. “Yul spends the day with my parents.”
His incessant need to defend his parenting makes your heart ache. “Hey, I-”
“She’s usually asleep by the time I leave work.”
“Kook,” you interrupt his rambling. “You don’t have to explain; I understand... I think you’re an amazing father.”
Lifting his head, Jungkook looks you directly in the eyes. His are glassy and gentle now, but the fingers that hook into your lace bra, right between the cups, are rough and abrasive. “C’mere,” he gruffs, pulling you over the center console until you’re uncomfortably sandwiched between his solid chest and the steering wheel. There’s no effort to make room for you; he doesn’t slide his seat back. He doesn’t compromise any of his space for you. You accept it, steadying yourself on his shoulders with a grunt.
Sometimes, you question what your presence in his life truly is. Are you an escape or a punching bag? Are you merely something he can sink his nails and teeth into when angry? Something he can break without consequence? The sound of thread ripping and buttons popping fills the car as he slides the silk off your shoulders, letting the delicate material fall to the floor without a care in the world.
“You wore this for me?” A fingertip lightly traces the petite swell of your breasts, barely bulging over the frilly black cups of your push-up. The sensation sets your skin ablaze.
“Mhm,” you confirm, “I wanted today to be special.”
“You care about me?” Moonlight cuts through the dewy window, beaming against the side of his face, highlighting the taut pull in his features. His question seems genuine, but the answer is obvious, isn’t it? Simply being here with him makes the entire foundation of your soul, all of your morals and beliefs, crumble to pieces. Against your better judgment, you’re still here.
Yearning. Trying. Fighting.
You swipe a thumb over his thick brows, trying to ease the angry crinkle that’s become a permanent fixture on his beautiful face. You comb through his hair. It’s a little knotted, a little crunchy from old gel.
The answer should be obvious, but you don’t think Jungkook could internalize love if it was right in front of him.
“I care about you,” you say truthfully, “a lot.”
The stars in his eyes gleam for a moment, glowing bright and vibrant, before they’re engulfed by the suffocating blackness of his pupils.
“You poor thing,” Jungkook tuts, trailing his fingers up your neck before grasping your jaw with a single hand. The baby fat of your cheeks mushes together from the force. “You're gonna let me do whatever I want to you, aren't you?”
The tone of his voice has your heart fluttering and your stomach churning with thick hot desire. Gripping his wrist with both hands, you moan out a ‘yes,’ unconsciously grinding down onto his slack-covered bulge. He’s barely touched you yet and your cunt is leaking, making a mess of your itty bitty thong and his work suit.
“Right, of course.” With the same hand holding you, Jungkook taps his index finger against your glossy pout, “open.” Just barely parting your lips, you let the thick digit slide between them. Immediately, he presses down against your tongue, trying to coax a gag out of you. “What if I want to fuck this pretty little mouth until you cry? How does that sound? Would you like that?”
Inhaling deeply, you nod. That sounds absolutely perfect.
“I don’t know if you can handle it, though,” he lulls, retracting his finger before plunging it back in, all the up to his inked knuckle. You squint in defiance. He’s teasing, but you can’t fight the tinge of anger in your chest. If there’s one thing you can do, it’s suck a mean dick. Looking him directly in the eyes, you swirl your tongue against his palm with ease, not choking once. You feel his cock twitch against the supple flesh of your inner thigh.
Unamused by your antics, Jungkook yanks his hand back angrily, making a string of saliva drip down your chin. Maybe a full face of makeup wasn’t the best idea. “Get in the backseat,” he orders huskily, wiping the damp skin on his blazer. Biting back a smirk, you climb off his lap and wriggle over the center console. You situate yourself on the cool leather, laying down and assuming face-fuck position.
The yellow glow of headlights swims across the ceiling as a passing car drifts down the misty highway. This is the first time in five months that you and Jungkook are out in the open, blissfully oblivious to the possibility of getting caught. It’s childish, but you hope someone sees. For a moment in time—in a wandering eye’s glimpse of reality—you’re his and he's yours.
“Couldn’t wait until we got to the hotel, huh?” Jungkook huffs when he opens the door. Giddily, you lean your head back over the edge of the seat, coming face to face with the tent in his pants. His hands frantically work to unbuckle his belt, desperate to bury himself inside of you. His favorite escape. “Well, since you want to act like a fucking whore-” his pants fall to his knees with a clang when he unbuttons them, “-I’ll treat you like one.”
“Please,” you whimper, noting the wet spot on his gray Calvin Kleins. Reaching up, you lightly drag your nails across it, teasingly pinching the head of his cock before he tugs his boxers down. A big greedy smile spreads across your face as his semi springs out.
The sight makes your lips part. It’s so pretty. Something about how the moonlight catches the glowy pink tip, peeking out from under his foreskin. The light accentuates every ridge and vein on his girthy shaft. So yummy it has you drooling-
Jungkook’s right. You’re a complete and utter whore.
“Is this what you wanted?” He peers down at you over his prominent nose, one hand clutching the roof of his Mercedes. The other wraps around his thick shaft, giving it a few languid pumps, getting himself fully erect for you. Teasingly, he taps the head against your plump lips. Unable to resist, you press a sweet peck and a kitten lick to his silky frenulum. “Uh-uh,” he chuckles, raising his delicious cock just beyond your reach. “You know better than that. Ask for permission.”
“Wanna suck it,” you pout, squirming impatiently. “Please?”
Suddenly, his heavy cock slaps your cheek with a wet thud.
“Please, what?”
“Please, sir?”
“Good girl.” The praise is contradicted by another light smack to your face, this time with an open palm. Taking the hint, you open your mouth wide, tongue sticking out in anticipation. Jungkook watches you intently with furrowed brows and a slack jaw as he feeds you the first few inches. As soon as the salty flavor of his arousal hits your tastebuds, you moan obnoxiously, back arching off the leather beneath you.
He starts slowly, using your breathing to guide his movements—pausing on the exhales and giving you a bit more on the inhales. He does this until the entirety of his length is shoved down your warm, wet mouth.
The hem of his black dress shirt flows over you, obstructing his view. He places it between his teeth with an annoyed groan, wanting to watch the swell in your neck as you swallow him like a snake. “You take it so well,” he grunts over the material, “the best I’ve ever had.”
Tears clinging to your lashes finally lose grip, trickling down your skin until they get lost in the thick, dark swoops of your dangling hair. For once, you mean something more to him than she does. It’s insignificant and shameful, but at least it's something.
“Are you okay, __?” Jungkook asks, sensing the shift as your soul splays before him like your half-naked body. Stepping back, he gives you some reprieve.
With red eyes and drool bubbling at the corners of your lips, you moan out an implied ‘yes.’ His confession has you on cloud nine.
“Do you remember the sign?”
Again, you hum.
“Can you show me?”
Lazily, you tap his outer thigh three times, a hard ‘stop’ symbol you had agreed upon months ago while hanging off the edge of a hotel bed, preparing for Jungkook to fuck your mouth for the very first time.
“Good girl,” he says before rutting his entire length into you again. He’s so deep that the soft skin of his scrotum nudges against the tip of your nose, and the dense patch of trimmed hair on his pubic bone tickles your chin. Reaching down, Jungkook grips your neck, reveling in the feeling of it stretching against his palm as he moves in and out steadily.
Eventually, he hunches over, hands wandering down and holding your temples for better leverage. Despite the harsh digs of his hips, his delicate fingers brush away a few strands of hair stuck to your damp cheeks. The sweet gesture makes you whimper around him in pure ecstasy, moving your head to meet his thrusts for extra stimulation, circling your flat tongue around the base.
The whistles of the midnight breeze and the murmur of passing cars fade, and all you hear is Jungkook. The melodic, venomous praises pouring out of him poison your mind with optimism. He takes one last plunge, so powerful it sends you sliding back against the seat. To steady yourself, you grip his legs, attempting to ease your triggered gag reflex. He holds you there, cock stuffed to the brim as he slams a hand against the black steel of his car, shirt falling from his teeth as he moans ardently. You gasp when he finally pulls out, leaking tip still connected to you by a bridge of spit and precum.
“Why-” Cough. “Why did you stop?”
Your question is met with only the sound of rustling fabric and the chime of his hanging belt buckle as he removes his suit jacket and throws it into the passenger seat. Grabbing you by the band of your lingerie, Jungkook hauls your frame closer.
He snaps your taut bra strap against your shoulder with a single finger. “Take this off.”
“O-Okay,” you stutter, still trying to catch your breath as you sit up at the waist and unclip your bra. A shiver runs down your spine as the cool night air licks your exposed chest. This time when you lie down, you’re positioned under his spread legs. He stands over you with such authority and dominance. The underside view of his hard cock looks absolutely menacing.
“These,” Jungkook’s large palms grab at your tits, jiggling them, “I wanna fuck ‘em.”
“There isn’t anything for you to fuck,” you giggle.
After years of insecurity, and crying over vengeful comments from dumb boys you had broken things off with, you finally came to terms with your appearance. Your tits are small, and that’s okay. Plus, the cute little nipple piercings you had gotten a while back were definitely a confidence booster. There wasn’t an ounce of self-hatred in your comment.
Jungkook doesn’t take it that way, though.
“Shut up.” With a huff, he steps back and hunches, reaching down to deliver a harsh swat to your cheek. It was a little rougher than usual, and you wince upon impact. Instantly, he soothes the skin with a gentle pet. “Your tits are… perfect.”
Perfect? Your cheeks and aching pussy heat up at the compliment.
Squeezing your chest, Jungkook brushes his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. He pays extra attention to the silver barbells, decorated with little sparkly peaches at the ends. “These are new,” he notes, tugging on the jewelry. You let out a breathy moan, legs clenching together, inner thighs embarrassingly wet. “Sheesh,” he laughs, “someone’s sensitive.”
“Yeah… keep going.”
“I like them. They’re cute on you.”
Throughout your acquaintances, Jungkook was rarely this vocal. Maybe some praise sprinkled in here and there, but seldom anything substantial. Tonight, however, he’s been dishing out sweet talk like candy. You can’t pinpoint precisely what, but something’s changed.
Whatever it is, it fills you with awful, wishful hope.
Jungkook shuffles closer, teasing the teat of your pierced bud with his sticky tip. The dreamy sensation has your eyes rolling back into your skull. A glob of spit drops between the valley of your breasts before he spreads the wetness over your skin with his shaft. He has to use a death grip to force your tits into a soft plushness, perfect for him to slot himself into. Again, you feel that fucking ring embedding itself into your skin like a nasty tick.
Cautiously, he guides his pulsing cock between your constrained breasts. A beautiful symphony of groans lulls out as he throws his head back in pleasure, long locks dancing along his clammy neck.
“You like that?” You hum, taunting him. “Tell me how it feels.”
It takes him a minute to collect his thoughts, eyes trained on your tits pillowing around him, focusing on the dewy sheen of your nipples and chest as his oozing cock spills onto your skin. “It feels-” his hips stutter, “-so fucking good.”
The way his teeth snarl around the hushed curse makes you smile, eyes closing as you relish in his pleasure. Maybe you’re too horny, or perhaps the blood rushing to your head from being upside down for so long is making you crazy, but you wish you could live in this moment forever. Wallowing in the darkness, frozen in time with him. Yeah, you think, that would be wonderful.
“You can touch yourself,” he comments, spotting your clenched legs, desperate for some pressure.
“S’okay,” you mumble, reaching around to caress his balls. His thighs tremble a bit against your arms. “Just wanna make you feel good.”
“Can you-” he grunts, stomach clenching as he begins to feel that familiar pooling in the base of his thick shaft. “Hold them for me. I’ll take care of you after, just- let me cum.”
Obliging, you replace his hands with your own, squishing your tits together for him. The visual of you lying under him, complacent and willing, sends him spiraling. A guttural roar echoes throughout the empty road as he speeds up. “Tighter,” he orders; you listen. The saliva and precum are beginning to rub off, making the friction of his chaotic thrusts sting your skin. He notices, letting another string of spit fall from his mouth onto your flesh. “Be good and take it. I’m almost there.”
By now, Jungkook should know you’d endure any pain to be with him.
The darkest parts of your brain tell you he’s well aware of that fact.
After a few more humps and lulled words of encouragement, he’s bursting at the seams. Just before he blows, Jungkook steps back, tight fist jerking himself frantically as he spills his seed onto your chest. Your eyes dart from his angry cock to his fucked out expressions. The moonlight shines behind him like a glowing aura as he finishes with a scrunched nose and his tongue between his teeth. He looks angelic. You moan under him, flinching when a stray spurt lands on your chin.
Fucked out and dazed, he laughs softly, running a hand through his hair as his chest heaves. Collecting the liquid with his finger, he brings it to your giggling lips. The taste makes you hum as you lazily begin rubbing his cum all over your tits.
“Really?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “You’re already starting?”
“Starting what?” You pout, batting your lashes at him and circling your nipple lightly with the tip of your nail, trying your best to look oblivious and innocent. Well, as innocent as you possibly can while literally covered in sperm.
“Don’t play dumb. You know what you’re doing.”
See, in many ways, Jungkook is different from any other guy you’ve been with prior. For one, you didn’t meet via horny messages on Tinder at 1 a.m. For two, he’s older, meaning he’s much more intelligent and much more experienced. After years and years of honing in on his craft, he just knows how to fuck. Jungkook is one of the rare few penis-havers in the world who can orgasm back to back; no refractory period necessary. Truly a hidden gem.
To put it simply, the man is a fucking faucet—one that you can turn off and on whenever you want.
As if on cue, Jungkook twirls his inked finger, indicating for you to turn around. The other hand squeezes his cock just below the crown to cut off circulation, keeping himself erect. With that, your white converses are planted flat onto the sparse grass as you bend over the back seat, leaning your weight on your elbows.
It's like whiplash when Jungkook's aggressive persona drops, and he's running his hands all over your body. Up your thighs, over your back, down your arms. He blooms petal-soft kisses on your bare shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Can I go in like this? Or do you need some foreplay?”
“This is fine,” you murmur, jarred by his sudden tenderness. “Perfect, actually.”
With a hushed ‘alright,’ Jungkook reaches over you to rummage through the pocket of his discarded blazer. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as he pulls out a square foil packet. Condoms were an unwavering constant in your weekend escapades. Jungkook always wears condoms. Normally, that would be a great thing; however, in this situation, it’s like a stab to the heart…
Because if he’s adamant about using protection with you, then that means he’s still sleeping with her, doesn’t it? And it’s not like you can even ask or scold him about it. She’s his wife, after all. You’re the outsider.
Jungkook hooks his thumb into your panties and pulls them aside. Your glistening folds are on full display, waiting to get pounded mercilessly right on the side of the road. He shoves three digits into your mouth, letting your drool on them a bit before pressing them to your wet cunt. Opening your folds with his index and ring fingers, he lightly dips the middle inside you. He collects some arousal and spreads it to your clit in feathery flicking motions. You cry out, feeling the shocks of a blossoming orgasm.
“Already dripping, I see.” You can practically hear his cocky, satisfied grin as he stands straight and rolls the condom down his length. “Always so sensitive.”
“Mhm,” you nod frantically, “I always get like this with you.”
“I know you do.” Pulling a cheek to the side, Jungkook cards his sheathed tip through your entrance, making sure to nudge under your clitoral hood with every swipe. Lewd wet sounds ring in your ears as he tortures your hole relentlessly.
“Kook,” you huff, reaching back to dig your manicured, almond-shaped nails into his skin. “Just put it in!”
Suddenly, Jungkook slams your torso onto the leather. In one swift motion, he’s catching your wrists, pinning them both to your lower back with a single hand.
“I’ll give you what you want just-” releasing the back of your neck, he spanks you so hard you recoil, “be patient.”
Despite his words, you wait no longer than a minute before he’s guiding his dreamy member right where you want it. Jungkook always gives in quickly. How could he not when you’re ass up, face down, and practically begging? As he sinks into you, and you feel that familiar burn from the initial stretch, your eyes roll back, mouth opening around a silent scream.
Usually, Jungkook likes to overwhelm you with his entire length all at once. There’s some hesitation this time as he slides in only halfway before stopping. Too much hesitation for your liking. You’re confident he’s testing you. Your assumption is verified when he speaks in that annoying, condescending voice.
“If you want it so bad, come get it.”
“You’re so,” breaking free from his grasp, you press your palms into the seat and lift yourself up with a grumble, “infuriating.”
He hums halfheartedly, head dropping to watch you work yourself onto him. Only a single stroke in, and he can already see you coating him in a shiny, milky dew. “So fucking wet…”
“Can’t help it,” you peep, taking him to the hilt and circling your hips, trying to savor the feeling. You’re no stranger to his cock; how good it makes you feel. You spend every Friday night bathing in that pleasure, forgoing parties and hangouts with your best friends for a romp in the five-star hotel sheets with Jungkook. Still, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to commit his touch to memory. Perhaps, despite your denial, you recognize that this is temporary. Deep down, you know that someday, all you’ll have left of him is a tragic echo. “I love the way you make me feel.”
“Me too,” he gasps, guiding your movements as his fingers dig into your hips. Clearly interpreting your admission differently than you had meant it. “Your pussy’s like heaven.”
High on praise and drunk on the sounds you’re coaxing out of him, you whine, dragging your cunt up every inch of his throbbing length before slamming back. Hopefully, the dense forest behind you is enough to insulate the pornographic wails ripping through you. Even if someone somewhere hears, you can’t bring yourself to give a damn. Not when heady pleasure and adrenaline course through your veins like blood.
Just when you’re about to collapse, arms giving out underneath you, Jungkook grabs you by the neck and holds you flush against his toned chest. “Don’t you run,” he chuckles. The low baritone rumble goes straight to your clit. His warm breath gusts over your skin, contrasting the chilly night air. “Don’t give up on me.”
He’s pounding into you now, choking you tighter than he ever has, but he pecks you so delicately. Lips barely ghosting over the shell of your ear. So gentle and tender. As tears stream down your cheeks for the second time tonight, you can’t help but feel there’s a hidden meaning behind his words.
“What’s wrong?” He smirks, tilting your face, wanting you to look him in the eye as you fall apart. The visual nearly makes you combust. His stringy hair is sticking to his cheeks, flushed from exertion. Even the tattoos littering the expanse of his neck are splotched pink and red. Twisting in his hold, you grab a fistful of his damp waves, fingers tickling his short undercut. “What do you want, baby?”
“Cum…”
“You wanna cum?”
“Please, please, please.” Weak whimpers punch out of you in tandem with his brutal thrusts.
“What do you say?”
“Please, sir?”
“Good girl,” he rewards you with a smack to your sensitive clit, “you can cum. I’ve got you.”
And with his permission, you’re cumming. Your legs shake violently as you’re overcome with blinding, electric gratification. If it wasn’t for Jungkook’s strong arms supporting you, you would’ve toppled face-first into the seat. He fucks you through the height of your orgasm; hips never ceasing, even when everything becomes so intense and sensitive that your body instinctively tries to push him away. He watches your face intently, reading your expressions to ensure he’s milked every last drop of your orgasm before he lets you fall onto the leather.
Even in your hazy state, you catch the breathy string of curses, a telltale sign of his own impending orgasm. “Fuck!” He groans, removing the condom to paint your ass and lower back in hot, white ropes.
It’s funny, really.
He refuses to cum with you or inside you, something so intimate and special, but he has no qualms cumming on you. It’s almost like he’s marking you, burning himself into your flesh. Consuming a piece of you every time your bodies come together as one.
And all the while, his mind is somewhere else as his body swallows you alive.
“Look at you,” Jungkook laughs, smoothing a palm up and down your spine, rubbing his semen into your skin the same way you had earlier. “I’ve made a mess out of you.”
That’s true in more ways than one…
Lost in post-nut clarity, your brain barely registers Jungkook maneuvering you both into the car. Closing the door behind him, he moves you onto his lap, your back pressed against his sweaty button-up. Peering down, you see his slacks and boxers still around his ankles, black dress shoes poking out underneath. You’re in only a thong and sneakers, and your makeup is definitely melted. The two of you must look like the biggest sluts ever.
“What’s so funny?” Jungkook mutters, noticing your delirious giggles.
“Oh, nothing,” you hum, leaning into him. Habitually, he wraps both of his inked arms around your middle. You despise how incredibly natural and serendipitous it feels, almost like you’re meant to be in them.
God __, get your head out of the clouds and return to Earth.
Life isn’t a romance novel, and you’re not a child anymore. You shouldn’t see the world as quartz-colored and magical. The man is seven years older than you. He has a wife and child. Logistically, it could never, ever work…
But if soulmates exist as they do in the books, you wish on every falling star that Jungkook is yours.
“What are you thinking about?” You coo softly, turning your head to stare into the abyss of his infinite eyes.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, he can’t resist lowering his sinful hand to your most private area, cupping your sex unabashedly. “I want more.”
“You always want more.”
“So do you,” he laughs, pointing out the way you grind into his touch. Nuzzling into your shoulder, he nips your skin and then soothes his tongue over it like an insincere apology. “Just one more time, okay?”
You nod, head leaning back on his shoulder as you succumb to his skilled fingers, rubbing your clit in tight circles. Jungkook pauses in contemplation before popping his glistening fingers into his mouth. When the taste hits his tongue, his face contorts. He even moans dreamily like you’re the most delicious dessert he’s experienced. The scene has your own brows furrowing, lips parting at just how hot and bothered he’s got you.
Sensually, he trails the wet pads down, ghosting over a nipple, teasing you on their treacherous journey to your waiting core. He slides them in your wet cunt seamlessly, curling right into your g-spot. They move in a dip and wave that drives you wild, a wet suction noise sounding in the enclosed space. Turned on by your purrs and mewls, Jungkook subtly ruts against you, his plumping cock sliding between your cheeks.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He tuts patronizingly. “Gonna cum around my fingers, sweetheart?”
“No…”
“No?”
“Wanna cum with you…”
He stops, realizing what you’re alluding to, before pulling his fingers out and tapping your clit gently. “There’s another condom in my pocket. Can you hand it to me?”
“We don’t need it.”
“Yes, we do. Don’t be foolish.”
“... I’m on the pill,” you suggest hesitantly. Once again, you’re nothing but stupid and irresponsible when it comes to Jungkook. You just want to be with him, that’s all.
“__,” he starts, voice shadowed with sternness, “give me the condom.”
Realizing he won’t budge, you do as he asks and fish it from his blazer, watching idly as he goes through all the steps—stroking himself to full mass, rolling on a barrier, and then positioning you between his spread legs as he guides you down onto his length with a hand on your hip.
Cyclical.
Like clockwork, your jaw drops, eyes screwing shut as you let him invade your space and infiltrate your mind. You don’t believe the two of you have ever tried this position before, but it feels so fucking good. His cock is so deep you can feel it in your fucking stomach. It’s obvious from his groaning and the aggressive spank he gives you that the unexplored angle is affecting him too.
Outside, light rain begins chiming against the steel roof of his car as you take the first shallow rise of your hips.
Scratch everything you’ve said about this not being a romance novel.
Distracted by the calming sound, you thoroughly miscalculate how much space you have in his sleek Mercedes Benz and bonk your head on the ceiling.
“Ow,” you wince with an embarrassed giggle.
Hissing at the impact, Jungkook clutches your head, massaging the area gently. “Are you okay?” His voice is muffled, and you can tell he’s trying his best not to laugh.
“It’s not funny!” You shout playfully, slapping his knee.
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.” Chuckling, he moves your hair and places a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. “You’re cute, that's all.”
Cute? You swoon.
“Alright baby, keep going. Don’t stop,” Jungkook orders, the heel of his calloused palms pushing at your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his needy cock. A fucked-out sigh escapes him, head falling back for a split second before it jerks back up again, not wanting to miss the view of your perky cheeks rippling as they collide with his solid pelvis. “This position is so sexy.” Overwhelmed, he doesn’t know where to put his hands. He chokes you for a moment, plays with your tits, swats them, grabs your hips, and then finally settles on your clit, flicking it like a light switch.
“Jungkook!” You wail, knees knocking together as you brace yourself. Men you’ve dated in the past struggled to get you off. Sure, they made you feel good, but they couldn’t quite bring you to the edge. It only ever took Jungkook a matter of minutes to have you whimpering and shaking, begging for release. “I can’t take so much! I can’t!”
Ignoring your pleas, Jungkook pilots your right arm around his shoulder, sending you flush against his frame once more. Dipping his head, he sucks the closest nipple into his mouth. Caught off guard, you’re so overstimulated that your hips come to a grinding halt.
“Move,” he commands with his lips sealed around your piercing, sending dizzying vibrations to your sensitive bud.
“I can’t,” you whimper, back arching off his chest as you try to calm all five tingling senses.
“Yes, you can.”
“No…”
Jeon Jungkook was never one to take no for an answer.
Scooting further down the seat, his large hands clasp behind your knees. He lifts your legs until the heels of your white sneakers are on either side of the driver’s headrest. In this new position, he’s able to pound up into you freely, relentlessly beating into clenching walls. Hitting every single delicious spot inside of you. “Jungkook, please!”
“Please, what?” Honestly, you have no clue what you’re begging for. All you know is that his mushroom tip rigorously stimulating your g-spot is going to have you gushing at any moment. His guttural, sensual groaning does nothing to slow your approaching orgasm. “You want more?”
As if you weren’t already gasping for air, Jungkook raises your legs to your head, knees locked onto his inner elbows. His fingers intertwine behind your neck, thumbs pressing into the base of your throat as he folds you in half.
A full fucking nelson.
“Watch me fuck it.” With a stern grip, he forces your gaze to his thick shaft, sliding in and out of your sopping cunt. Your vision is watery, but you can clearly see just how turned on you are, creamy juices coating his entire shaft. “Open it, baby. Watch what I do to you.”
Reaching both hands under your thighs, you spread your lips, getting a better look at him completely destroying you.
“Isn’t it so pretty?” Jungkook grunts, speech slurred as his arousal lulls him into a delirious, catatonic state. “Tell me what you see, baby.”
“So pretty, Kook.” You’re simply playing into his dirty talk, but the sight of your bodies connecting, becoming one, is profoundly gorgeous. “So wet…”
“Yeah? Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
That sends him into a frenzy, thrusts becoming so punctuated and violent that his cock accidentally slips out.
“Put it back in, put it back in!” You chant, frantically shoving his length into you. The yelp you chortle out is accompanied by the sound of your hand smacking against the foggy car window as your climax engulfs you. “I love it!”
“I love yo-”
He quickly cuts himself off, but everything stops when the sentence fragment hits the air.
Is your brain playing sick, twisted jokes on you… or was he really just about to say he loved you?
Before you can even process what’s happening, your biological responses take over, sending through the most earth-shattering, world-bending, mind-boggling orgasm you’ve ever had. Everything goes blank. Your eyes cloud with splotches and stars. Your ears ring with static and white noise, blurring the sound of Jungkook cumming underneath you, and the pouring rain outside, splashing against concrete.
This time, he doesn’t pull out, just works through both of your orgasms with gentle ruts and vulnerable whimpers.
After you’ve both calmed down and your heaves have diminished to a slow, even pattern, he pulls out, crumpling the used condom into a loose napkin he found in the center console. Still on his lap and in his arms, you watch intently as Jungkook leans his head back, eyes closing as he inhales deeply. To you, he looks almost… peaceful.
The moon trickles in through the thin streams on the window, reflecting on his face like stained glass—something that was once so clear and pure now jaded with somber shades of blue. Sad, but still beautiful, you think.
Delicately, you trace a finger over the black ink decorating his skin. You sit silently for a while, basking in the comfortable aura, simply enjoying one another’s company, before you finally speak.
“Why this?” You peep, pointing to the dainty letters at the base of his neck.
“It’s my daughter’s name.” He counters playfully, the faintest hint of a smile on his pierced lips.
“Well, duh, I know that,” you roll your eyes with a giggle, “but why here?”
“Yul is like air to me.”
Humming in contemplation, you continue your journey over the endless swirls and loops. During sex, the first three buttons of his shirt popped open, exposing the canvas of his chest. You feel a thick, dark cloud loom over you when you reach a certain tattoo, the one that’s plagued your mind ever since you first saw it.
Another name is engraved right above his heart in the same delicate font as Yul’s:
Seol.
“Yul, please. Enough.” If Jungkook had a dollar for every time he's said that in the last twenty-two minutes, he’d be nearly as rich as his boss, sitting directly in front of him on a very important Zoom call. “Daddy is working.”
Jumping at the sudden inflection of his voice, the little girl on his lap pulls her tiny hand away. For the most part, Yul was well-behaved. However, working from home proved to be an obstacle that he and his clingy toddler have yet to overcome.
She’s interrupted his meeting three times already. First, cutting off his proposal with the Baby Shark theme song, blaring from her Pinkfong tablet that he’d forgotten to mute. Second, peeking above his desk with her space buns and doe eyes to show his colleagues the latest addition to her squishmallow collection. The last straw was when she squeezed his nose.
With watery eyes and warbled lips, Yul blinks at Jungkook, heartbroken and confused as to why he didn’t make that funny noise she loves so much. Quickly, her gaze averts to her chunky legs, swinging aimlessly as she attempts to hold back the tears.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Jungkook sighs, tacking on an apology before turning his screen off. “Bunny,” he lifts her chin with his index finger, another palm flat on her protruding tummy, “please, don’t cry. You’re not in trouble. Daddy just-”
The ring of a doorbell interrupts him.
“__?” Jungkook questions, baby at his hip as he stands in the doorway before you. “What are you doing here?”
You gulp. You weren’t expecting to see him.
Usually, you spoke to Seulgi. You’ve only ever seen Jungkook in passing, sparing quick greetings before he’s out the door. It worked in your favor, really, because for whatever reason, you felt extremely awkward around him.
Almost like that gross nervousness you get when you’re around someone you find so incredibly attractive it makes you uncomfortable…
Maybe it’s because he’s covered in tattoos and piercings. Maybe it’s because he’s a dad. Your group of fellow horny twenty-something-year-old friends have told you mythical stories and fantasies about older men. Freshly turned thirty-year-old men. Men like Jungkook. Dilfs. Something about that potent dad nut… Like, you know it works.
It’s inappropriate; you know it is. You’ve always tried your best to ignore the feral thoughts.
Today seems to be putting your mental strength to the test because Jungkook is dressed in baggy gray sweats, long dark hair slicked back into a ponytail. A few loose strands dangle devilishly in front of his eyes, taunting you.
“I-It’s 10… I’m supposed to be babysitting.”
“I’m working from home today. My wife didn’t tell you?”
With wide eyes and hot cheeks, you shake your head. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” you stutter, stepping back and preparing to make a mad dash to your hand-me-down Honda Civic. “I’ll just… be on my way then.”
“Actually.” An icy grip on your wrist stops you. “I could use some help. This one-” he nods his head towards Yul, stuck to him like velcro, “-is being a bit needy today.”
One look at her turns your flustered gape into a smile. The past month with her has been more difficult than you’d imagined. Yul was incredibly sweet and intuitive, but unbearably shy. Building a relationship with the girl was challenging, but you were determined to overcome it. “No way,” you frown animatedly, tickling her leg with the tip of your finger, “Yul would never.”
A giggle or two had been the goal. Instead, she buries her face into her father’s shoulder.
“Don’t take it personally,” Jungkook orders, noticing the defeated slump in your shoulders. “She’s always like this with new people.”
Seulgi had warned you that Yul would take a while to come around. Hopefully, it’ll happen organically. But for now, a little gift or two wouldn’t hurt your efforts, you supposed last night while running errands. Reaching into your purse, you pull out a bottle of non-toxic, baby-friendly nail polish. “Yul, look what I have!”
“Wow,” Jungkook plays along, gently nudging her head out of his neck. “Bunny, look!”
He calls her Bunny?
You’re in for it now.
Plump fingers wrap around the plastic, taking it out of your own with an awe-stricken stare. She holds it up right in front of Jungkook’s nose. “Pink.”
“Mhm, that’s right,” he confirms, pecking her temple. “Now, Daddy has to get back to work. Can you stay with __ for a bit?”
She looks at him, then at you, then at him again, then back at you, and finally, landing on the nail polish, giving her father a reluctant nod. You knew it would come in handy. Despite her agreeance, Yul still stretches the neck of his shirt with her tiny fists as she’s transferred into your arms.
Somehow, you managed to survive that painfully awkward encounter…
Only to be thrown into another one immediately after.
See, you’ve always known Yul was a daddy’s girl. On good days, the toddler would grab you by the hand and guide you around the house, giving you a tour of everything that belonged to her father. His shoes at the door. His coat on the hook. Even taking you into the bathroom to show you his shampoo bottle. But that fact was never more apparent than now, as Yul stands in the middle of the living room on the verge of tears.
“Daddy?”
“He’s working, sweetheart. Remember?” You coo on your knees in front of her. You’re quick to redirect her. “I like your shoes.”
The sniffles stop as she glances down at her white sneakers. “Mine…” she takes a hesitant step back, mistaking your compliment as an attempt to swindle her out of them.
“That’s right,” you laugh, “they’re so pretty, just like you.”
She blinks at you for a moment, and then begins stomping her little foot: heel first. When she’s finally able to kick off her left shoe, she bends all the way over, pressing her palms flat against the hardwood floor. It’s the most uncoordinated way you’ve ever seen anyone pick something up.
Without warning, Yul throws the shoe across the room. Well, that had been her intention, you assume. She had cocked her arm back too far and released too early, making it land behind her.
Oh no, she hates you.
With an excited grunt and a bounce, Yul points to the sneaker—its clear sole sparkling pink and purple.
“Oh,” you sigh in relief. “They light up?”
“Yesh.” Plopping right onto her butt, she takes the other one off, repeating the process. “Like this!” Her arms stretch out and she clenches her two little front teeth, executing the most stellar charade of a light you’ve ever seen.
It’s a small breakthrough, but you’ll take it.
Then you paint her nails, just like you said you would. She’s as patient as a toddler could be, but her tiny toe keeps curling under the tickle of the brush, making pink polish bleed outside of the lines.
“My goodness,” you groan, admiring the messy, albeit adorable, result. “You’re so cute! Wait until your dad sees you.”
Yul shrieks wildly, smacking both hands over her mouth as she hobbles to her feet. You watch with confused giggles as the milk-drunk baby stumbles down the corridor. You figure out where she's going too late.
Yul stands on her tippy toes, jumping to click open the door to Jungkook’s office with a loud creak.
“Yul!” You whisper-shout. “Don’t-”
“Daddy!” She calls, stepping a single foot into the room, showing off the fresh paint job. “So cute!”
Literally, your only job today was to keep Yul preoccupied while Jungkook worked, and you failed. Your breath catches in your throat, awaiting his response.
“So pretty,” he gasps, “now go play, baby. I’m almost done.”
A relieved exhale flies past your lips.
Something you’ve picked up on from years of babysitting is that little girls aren’t allowed to compliment themselves. They’re always told it’s rude or conceited. Jungkook does neither, and you find that so refreshing.
“Close the door, please,” he orders before she runs away, “gently.” Yul does her very best to shut the door quietly and then sprints back to you.
The next few hours go smoothly. You discovered that the green-hating toddler has an affinity for avocados after giving her a bite of your toast. “Mmm!” She had hummed, looking at you with wide eyes. With a full belly and squishmallow in hand, Yul went out like a light for her afternoon nap, giving you time to catch up on some reading.
“How was she?” You didn’t even hear him come out of his office, so the deep voice makes you jump, eyes tracking the sound. He’s leaning against a kitchen counter, one tattooed hand stuffed in his pocket and the other wrapped around a water bottle. It’s a thick one too, and his fingers still touch.
“Better,” you cough, “she’s sleeping now.”
He hums halfheartedly, dark irises boring into you as he takes a sip. Without Yul to soften the edges, Jungkook is… intimidating, to say the least. “What are you reading?”
“The Catcher in the Rye…” you peep, quickly closing it. “I know, it’s kinda lame.”
“No, not lame at all. Anyone who thinks that is lying to themselves… or is just being a contrarian.” He leans his elbows against the dark granite island, fingers crossing as he stares at you. You’re sitting idle across the room, but his presence looms over you. He has this way of making you feel like he’s in your head, listening to everything you’re thinking.
You pray he’s not. If he is, you'll definitely be fired.
“I can’t tell which one you are yet.”
You can’t tell if he’s joking or not, but the ‘yet’ makes you come clean, shifting in your spot on the leather couch. “... Both.”
“Right,” he smirks, tongue fiddling with his lip ring, almost like he’s taunting you. “That’s one of my favorite books, actually. I relate to it in many ways.”
Your fingers dance across the red cover, concealing hundreds of pages of isolation, emptiness, and the heavy dread of passing time. What an awful thing to relate to. Sometimes, when you get too engrossed in the text, glimmers of yourself bleed within the lines too.
“You’re an English major, right?”
“Oh, um, I’m not in school at the moment… I just read for fun.”
“Well, you have an Associate’s degree.” Him knowing that information about you makes you think he asked the previous question with the intention of baiting you into this conversation. “Why not get your Bachelor’s?”
“I don’t know. It’s… complicated.”
Why is he interrogating you? What does he want? For you to confess that the fear of becoming a full-fledged adult makes you not want to go back to college?
“Life is complicated. You’d be ridiculous to not go back.” The audacity should make you mad, but he speaks with so much authority that you’re dumbfounded. His head tilts, eyes squinting as they shift to the ceiling, debating something. His tongue clicks when he finally makes his decision. “Follow me; I have something I want to show you.”
With the curl of two thick fingers, Jungkook calls you to follow him down the hallway. You blink for a moment, gushing at the suggestive motion of his hand. Shaking your head at the evil, intrusive thought, you rise to your feet.
Just like a child, you have to skip to catch up to his long strides. Your gaze trails along white walls; there are pictures of him and Yul, Yul and Seulgi, but not a single one of them all together.
Now that you think about it, any affection you’ve ever seen in the household was reserved for Yul and Yul only. Seems like trouble in paradise…
You shouldn’t speculate.
The heavy wooden door creaks as Jungkook holds it open for you. You’re not sure what you expected his room to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. The rest of the house is pretty modern, consisting of sleek blacks, whites, and woods. Countertops designed with icy swirled marble. Everything has this cold, impersonal vibe, but this room is the total opposite. The walls are baby blue, decorated top to bottom with dreamy clouds. You spot a chubby yellow star peeking out from underneath one of them, adorned with a hand-painted smiley face. On his nightstand, there’s a pastel purple foldable record player. Standing behind it is a single vinyl: Beautiful Boy by John Lennon.
“Since you like to read,” Jungkook coughs, turning your attention to a sleek bookcase, stuffed to the brim with hundreds of titles you’ve never even heard of. “I figured you’d appreciate my collection.”
“Yeah, it’s…” The words trail off as you step forward. On a whim, your finger extends, tracing the delicate spine of a well-loved book. A low chuckle brings you back to reality; you peep, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you yank your hand away. “It’s… really cool.”
“You can borrow something if you’d like. Does anything catch your eye?” Plopping down onto the computer chair, Jungkook rummages through his desk drawer and pulls out a tiny black case. You didn’t even know he wore glasses, and when he nudges them comfily onto the bridge of his nose, you nearly melt. As if he could get any more attractive.
“N-No,” you stutter as he wheels closer. Even though you’re towering over him, you still feel so small in his presence. You pray to God he can’t sense how incredibly nervous he makes you. “Not really.”
“You wear your heart on your sleeve, you know,” he hums, low and sly. “Do I make you nervous?”
“No!” You peep in shock. Is the man a fucking mindreader?
“Right.” Jungkook peers over the rim of his lenses, dark eyes glimmering in the whimsical glow of the room. “So __, what do you want to be?”
“A teacher,” you say, playing with your fingers.
“My wife wanted to be a teacher, too.” He shoots you the softest, gentlest smile. “She ended up doing business instead.”
“Why?” You ask, gnawing on your bottom lip. You don’t mean to pry, but this is the first time you’ve ever actually talked to him in a meaningful way. Something about him intrigues you, like a puzzle you’re determined to find all the pieces to.
“Ah, well,” he sighs, inked fingers scratching at the back of his neck. “We figured it’d be best for our family if we both pursued more lucrative career paths. I switched my major from English to finance.” You light up at the confession, the similarity putting you at ease. “I’m sorry if I was abrasive earlier,” he frowns, “I settled down young and had to sacrifice a lot, so I encourage you to go for something that fulfills you.” With his elbows on his knees, he leans closer to you. “I think you’d be a fantastic teacher. You take care of my daughter well.”
“Thank you,” you peep, cheeks heating up at the compliment. “I mean… you didn’t have Yul that young.” He tried to comfort you, so it’s only fair you do the same, right? “I think your late twenties are a great time to have children.”
Almost immediately, his face drops, eyes glazing over with something so raw. So… longing. You’ve never seen anything like it before. The corners of his nose twitch before he composes himself. “Yeah, I suppose they are.” His pink tongue toys with his lip ring, swiftly changing the subject. “You seem surprised.”
“I guess I just wasn’t expecting all this.”
“Expecting what?”
“I don’t know,” you laugh clumsily, “books.” You mentally curse yourself as soon as the answer comes out. Really, __? Books?
“What?” He starts, raising a brow at you. “You thought I couldn’t read?”
Thankfully, Jungkook takes your comment playfully.
“Maybe,” you respond in the same lighthearted manner, feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence, “I also didn’t expect your room to look like a little boy’s room.”
All of the cheerfulness in the air evaporates as Jungkook glares at you with a clenched jaw and flared nostrils. Cleary irate. You’ve triggered a landmine.
“Jungkook, I’m-”
“Stop talking.” He raises a hand, cutting you off before you finish the sentence. Turning his back to you, he wheels over to his desk. “You can leave. You’re done for the day.”
Looking back, you know why he was so upset that day. You had put the puzzle pieces together a while ago. You’re unsure of the details, and asking for them feels wrong. Silence feels wrong, too, though. Until now, you’ve never dared to speak up.
You have no idea how to navigate something of this magnitude, but you just want him to know that you’re here. That you’re trying.
Cautiously, with your hand still on the tattoo, you whisper: “He must’ve been so beautiful, Jungkook…”
The thumb that had been drawing soft shapes into your side comes to an eerie pause as he freezes under you. When you look at him, your heart shatters. His chin is caved in with little dents, eyes glazed over with so much emotion. You’ve never seen a human being look so broken.
“Get off me.”
You frown at the shift in his demeanor. “Why?”
Remaining tight-lipped, Jungkook physically removes you from his lap, dumping you onto the seat next to him.
“Why can’t we ever talk about anything serious?”
He remains quiet as he slides his underwear up, not sparing you a single glance. When he speaks, his tone is painfully detached. “Like what?”
“Like what you said,” you answer curtly.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
Shaking his head with a cynical chuckle, he begins buttoning his pants, pretending you don’t exist. Like you’re not right beside him, falling to pieces.
Your eyes dart to the ceiling, lashes fluttering rapidly as you mull over what to say next. You guess now would be an appropriate time to ask him what you’ve wanted for weeks. Blinking does nothing to combat your unshed tears when you realize that his answer has the potential to destroy everything you’ve been dreaming about. Everything you’ve hoped for. “When are you going to leave her?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous, Jungkook!” Shaking your head furiously, you feel the first hints of anger in your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “I’m not! I see the way you look at me!”
“What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Huh?” Finally, he’s paying attention to you, just not in the way you hoped. His face is beet red as he leans closer. “Don’t tell me you actually thought we were going to end up together, __. Seriously? You’re my babysitter! You’re seven years younger than me! This isn’t some fucking fairytale; it’s life! There’s no such thing as happily-ever-afters—grow up and stop acting like a damn child!”
“No, Jungkook,” you croak, fully sobbing as you push an angry finger into his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting childish! I may not be the most mature person, but at least I know how to accept love!”
“So let’s say I divorce my wife, then what? Huh?” He seethes. “I get partial custody? I only see Yul on weekends? Every other week? She grows up in a broken home? I refuse to ruin my daughter’s life like that.”
You take a shaky breath, eyes shifting to the car floor, the air fresher on his mirror, the window. Anywhere but him. The way Jungkook explains your make-believe future together is nothing how you envisioned it. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s just a fucking asshole. Neither thought process eases the pain.
“But you’re okay with ruining mine?”
For a moment, his features soften, and you see a glimmer of guilt wash over him. It fizzles out just as fast as it came. “You’re being dramatic.” Jungkook steps outside, tucking his shirt into his pants. “Get dressed.”
With jittery hands and blurry eyes, you grab your discarded lace bra, the one you had bought just for tonight, and slide it on your shoulders. When you pick your shirt up, you see that it’s ripped and tattered. Completely destroyed.
“Here,” Jungkook mumbles, tossing you his blazer as he watches you in the rearview.
Once you’re dressed, you awkwardly slide into the passenger seat. The scent of his cologne makes your head pound and your stomach flip.
“I want to go home.”
His lips part, preparing to persuade you otherwise. The hotel room he booked is ready and waiting, just as it is every Friday. He decides against it, simply murmuring an ‘okay’ before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the engine.
“Do you want to get something to eat before I drop you off?”
You just want your dad.
“I just want to go home.”
Other than the whoosh of splashing puddles and your soft sniffles, the ride to your house is painfully silent. Leaning your head against the window, you watch the moon. For miles and miles, it never changes. It’s stagnant, frozen in time, surrounded by nothing but endless blackness.
“Stop crying! I can’t stand it anymore!” Jungkook shouts, hitting the steering wheel with his open palm, finally growing uncomfortable from your non-stop tears. The sudden outburst makes you flinch. Sighing heavily, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. Just… stop crying, please.”
You sink further into your seat, curling your lips into your mouth to suppress a sob.
“I’m not worth your tears, __.”
You feel nothing but relief when he finally turns onto your street, stopping all the way at the end, concealed by the night and the shadows of overhanging trees.
“Am I picking you up next Friday?” He asks just before you leave.
With raw cheeks and a scowl, you slam the door in his face.
Your feet are so heavy that the sidewalk sinks under you like quicksand. No matter how many steps you take, the comfort of your house seems out of reach. Too far gone. Confusion weighs on your shoulders. You should feel proud, empowered even, but that voice in the back of your mind smothers any sense of relief.
Deep down, you know this isn’t going to be the last weekend you spend with Jungkook.
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uhm so hahaha so uhm hahaha giggles..
harbinger!reader x harbinger!scara and reader is a higher rank than scara and just scara just lovesss the fact that he can turn his "superior" into a mess <33
i love ur writing btw, explodes
★ summary: harbinger!scaramouche x harbinger!fem!reader. he loves seeing his lovely superior a whining, crying, moaning mess. and all because of him.
☆ cw: nsfw. reader is the 3rd harbinger (sorry columbina). power play. power kink (?). humiliation (use of 'pathetic', 'whore', 'slut'). use of 'good girl'. overstimulation. multiple orgasms (reader). creampie. implied cunnilingus at the end. scara basically fucks you - a superior harbinger - into oblivion. 757 words.
☾ a/n: oh. my. fucking. god. this is absolutely my fav fic prompt so far, i don't know why i never came up with it... ily kia. i absolutely love the harbinger x harbinger au. dissipates into atoms. i dont want this to flop PLEASE.
in the fatui's eyes, in the harbingers' eyes, in the tsaritsa's eyes you were brighella - the owner - the third harbinger. but in scaramouche's eyes you were...
"what a pathetic slut." scaramouche hisses once you cum on his fingers yet again, a broken whine leaving your lips.
this is only your third orgasm, and you're already looking so fucked out - glassy, teary eyes, flushed face, hair messy and sprawled all over the pillow, voice nearly breaking at each small whine and whimper you make when he curls his digits against your sweet spot, purposely overstimulating you.
"n- not- nghh... 's too much..." you cry out, voice almost raspy because of how often you moaned, throat basically sore.
" 'not' what? not a pathetic little whore?" he taunts, tips of his fingers searching for your cervix, reaching deep inside your cunt, enveloped by your clenching walls. "i didn't even get to stuff you full of my cock, and it's already 'too much'? you're getting weaker, [name]..."
you only have the strength to muffle a mewl that escapes your throat as his fingers leave your cunt, your slick all over his digits as he licks his fingers clean, humming at the thought of how delicious you taste - he'll definitely fuck you with his tongue once more this night. just for confirmation.
"look at yourself. a mess, aren't you?" scaramouche coos into your ear, sending shivers down your spine for the nth time, his hands coming to your hips as he proceeds to lower his mouth to your collarbone, sucking on the skin there - you have no energy to scold him for leaving marks on visible places - making small, violet hickeys, which in the morning will be a pretty bordeaux covering your neck all over.
he chuckles in your other ear, exhaling slowly. "the 3rd of 11, but so, so, so... easy." he taunts you with his sultry voice, a tad bit of mockery in it. he could fuck you into oblivion again and again and again if it meant seeing you in this fucked out state each time.
the next thing you feel is the tip of his cock that presses to the entrance of your pussy, and you let out a low moan, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to bring him closer, your unsteady hands coming to hold his shoulders. he thrusts for the first time, setting a rigid and erratic pace as he grunts into the crook of your neck. you mewl and whine at every thrust of his, basically melting into him.
"f-fuck, look at me, [name]." scaramouche breathes out, one of his hands coming to your face to move away your hand that hides away your flushed face and swollen from biting them lips. he grits his teeth, muffling a moan as he realises how fucking good you feel around his cock. "i want to see this pathetic expression on you for a little longer. keep looking up at me, slut."
"s-scara- k-kuni... mmngh- t' much..." you whinge, feeling his hips slamming into yours frantically. you clench around him even more at his words, letting out a sentence that he's unable to understand because of how your voice breaks into moans every time he thrusts into you. your hands subconsciously squeeze his shoulders a little tighter, nails leaving small scratching marks on his skin, the burning sensation making him groan.
"be a good fucking girl and cum on my cock. you can do that, yeah? c'mon..." scaramouche brings the tips of his fingers to your aching clit, rubbing it in circles as he soon feels your cunt clamp more and more on his length, him hitting your sweet spot just under the right angle.
your eyelids shut closed as you feel another orgasm nearing, erratic breaths leaving your mouth as well as sloppy whimpers and moans. "s-scarascarascarascara- f-fuck- nghh, i'm c-cumming.. cumming, hhah-!.."
you cum just when scaramouche releases inside you, his seed painting the walls of your pussy white. he fucks his cum into you through sloppy thrusts, not letting any drop leak out as you've stopped trying to muffle your little cries and mewls, teary eyes struggling to look up at him.
"the fact that i can turn my superior into a whining, crying, moaning mess is what i wake up for every morning." he says, letting out a breathy laugh, pulling out of you, and wiping away the small tears from the corners of your eyes. "now, spread your legs a bit more, i want to taste that pretty cunt of yours again."
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Pavitr Prabhakar too pls 🙏🙏
As in the headcanon, it either can be fluff or nsfw
Im just inlove with this man... Emotionally and physically. (He's one of my fav spider, from miles and hobie 💞💞)
-🥚 anon
Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet
Another alphabet be upon ye
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Pav is very affectionate when it’s just the two of you. When out in public he still has to keep up the role of the best student at his school, so it would mainly be handholding and maybe some cheek kissing. But when its just you two he’s all over you and kisses you all over the place. He’s like a leech with how attached to you he is sometimes.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Pav is an incredible friend, he’s always open to talk and hang out if he doesn’t need to study or go out as spiderman. If you are another spiderperson you guys would hang out even more, going on patrol together. He’s the kinda guy you can come to for advice, and he might roast you, but will still help you. The friendship could start in many ways honestly.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves to cuddle, he loves to hug and he loves to hold you or be held. If you lay down on your or his bed, or on the couch, expect him to flop down on top of you when you least expect it. Hes a big spoon and little spoon, he doesn’t care which one. His favorite is cuddling into your chest with your fingers running through his hair.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He would like to settle down one day, though at this moment of time in his life, he can’t imagine settling down just yet. He’s great at cooking and cleaning as he helps his auntie a around the house a lot.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Depends on the reason you guys are breaking up. If its because of a bad reason he might tear up and break up with you on the spot, but if hes slowly lost feelings he would take a long time to accept that hes lost feelings, and he would sit you down to explain and talk about it.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I can imagine him being a romantic so he would like to marry one day, it would take a long while before he would propose though since the idea of marriage is important to him, and he wants you both to be ready.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Pav is a gentle person, he hasn’t gone through some of the horrible things other spiderpeople have gone through, so he isn’t as jaded. He’s affectionate both physically and emotionally, and is easy to talk too about things.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Like cuddling, he loves hugging. He likes to be held because you just fill his senses, and help block out some of the loud noises and impressions he gets through his powers. He hugs you at least once or twice a day, and his hugs feel so nice, and he buries his face into your shoulder.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Not too fast, he would give it a while, would most likely wait for you to say it first so he knows he isn’t pushing your boundaries.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He doesn’t get super jealous, at least until you guys meet other spiderpeople. Then he might have some issue with other spiderpeople flirting with you, but mainly because he’s insecure about himself and his skill as spiderman. He wouldn’t say it, since he feels like it’s a dumb reason to be jealous, but you would be able to tell. Since Pav is good at communicating, you two would talk it through.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Soft and quick for the most part. He will give you a peck when running past you out the door, or to surprise you. He loves to kiss you on the lips or the cheek, he has a soft spot for you kissing his neck or his forehead.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Pav is great with kids and loves kids, they are also all drawn to Pav because of how kind he is. It’s not unusual to find him hanging out with some of the kids that live on his street, the kids hanging on him or braiding his hair as he does homework.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He wakes up early to get ready for class, so even if you wake up later, he gets outta bed before you. He would make you some tea of your liking, kiss you good morning, and go about his day. You might be able to convince him to keep cuddling for a while if he doesn’t have classes or anything planned.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
When he isn’t out as spiderman, Pav likes to just spend the night with you doing whatever you two are feeling up to doing. That can be watching a movie, cuddling, cooking, anything really.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He’s open up about specific parts about himself from the start, but it would take a while for him to tell you he’s spiderman if you didn’t already know. He doesn’t like to keep secrets though.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Pav isn’t easily angered, and it takes a lot to make him snarp.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers a lot of things, he makes sure to write stuff down if he thinks it’s important, like your comfort foods or favorite smells, just in case he needed it.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Probably the first time you met, however you might have met, it has a special place in his heart. And then when he told you he was spiderman, if you didn’t already know.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He’s somewhat protective, especially after he learns about cannon and how many spiderpeople have lost their partner in tragic ways, he tries to keep you away from spiderman so you won’t be a target.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He puts a lot of effort into your relationship, it honestly makes you feel like you aren’t doing enough in the beginning. Pav ends up telling you that you don’t have to do as much as him, since one of his love language is gift giving and acts or service, but he does appreciate when you do things for him too.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Pav has definently ranted about the chai tea and naan bread thing multiple times, and always corrects you with sarcasm if you say either. He can get too overconfident as spiderman, which ends up getting him hurt.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He cares about his looks but not enough to spend hours on it, he likes keeping his hair clean and pretty, and he always dresses well.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes, but only after you guys have dated a for a bit. Then he would feel empty and sulk when you arent around, which has become a joke in the spider friend group.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Hes allergic to fur but not enough for it to be a huge bother, plus he loves animals so much he puts up with the runny eyes and sniffles whenever he cuddles the street dogs, or sees other animals.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
If you are a horrible person, or if you are judgmental towards other people for no reason. He doesn’t like someone who looks down on others and puts themselves on a pedestal.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Sleeps spread out like a starfish on laying on top of you, it gets unbearable in the summer since he runs hot. Mumbles in his speak but its never understandable what he’s saying. Kicks the blanket onto the floor, always.
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syn ' a-z alphabet (nsfw) jeon jungkook
pairing ' bf!jungkook x gn!reader
i am so unbelievably down bad for jk right now, so this is in honor of seven and my current weakness in the knees for him?!?!?!
a ⋆ aftercare - (how he is after sex)
BOY.... YOU KNOWWW he is taking care of you well
cleaning you up
cuddling you
just know that aftercare he gives is TOP tier
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT HE WILLLLL be treating you right ;)
b ⋆ body part - (his favorite body part)
you lips
your thighs
your ass
literally every part of your body he loves
c ⋆ cum - (anything to do with cum)
he comes on your stomach
or in you
if you don't want to fuck raw then he opts for the stomach
but he prefers coming in you
he likes seeing his seed spill out of you
d ⋆ dirty secret - (his dirty secret)
he loves when you beg
it's the virgo in him
he loves seeing you under his control
like seeing you so down bad for him
and just so submissive
he loves it
e ⋆ experience - (how experienced is he?)
girl
he knows what he's doing that's for sure
he doesn't have a lot of bodies
but he's been in committed relationships before
and the sex never fails to please
f ⋆ fav position - (sex position)
missionary for sure
loves being able to see your face
but sometimes he just wants to do doggy and shove your face into the pillow
g ⋆ goofy - (how he acts in the moment)
he's not goofy okay
but he isn't serious
he's very very
romantic
he's about making sure you're pleased
h ⋆ hair - (how groomed is he?)
he is very well groomed
but he isn't ... bald down there
there's hair there
but not a lot
it's trimmed
not completely gone though
i ⋆ intimacy - (how passionate is he?)
very passionate
like i said
he's a romantic
j ⋆ jack off - (how often he masturbates)
like once or twice a week if you're not there
but if you're there
then never
unless it's mutual
k ⋆ kink - (one or more)
lowkey sadistic???
he kind of enjoys hearing your sobs
or when you cry for him
but if you're genuinely hurt or sad
then he will be there for you
but if you're just in tears cus the sex is
THAT good
then he's super into it
l ⋆ location - (fav place to do it)
the bedroom
sometimes in the car
but mainly in the bedroom
or just anywhere in the house
m ⋆ motivation - (what keeps him going)
your moans
your cries
your sounds
the way you moan his name
it's like fucking music to his ears
n ⋆ no - (something he would NOT do)
would neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
do anything like somnophilia
he's just not into that
if he's going to fuck you
you're going to be awake
o ⋆ oral - (giving + receiving — is he good?)
he goes crazy
especially when he's giving
HE GOES CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and when he's receiving
his basically fucks your throat
god
god
god
god
oh my god
p ⋆ pace - (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
rough yet sensual
he goes hard
but not fast
q ⋆ quickie - (his opinion on it + how often they happen)
all the time
on set
before award shows
when people say he has the "we just fucked look"
it's real
because you guys literally just fucked
r ⋆ risks - (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)
yes
he is willing to experiment for you
he will risk it all for you
but he sets boundaries
and he respects yours
anything you both are down to do will be done
s ⋆ stamina - (how long can he last?)
he lasts pretty long
but it's not round and round
it's like
longgggg foreplay
and longggg sex
he takes his time
he wants you to feel good
stimulated in every part >.>
t ⋆ toys - (does he use/own any?)
no not really
he's kind of into teasing you in public
it makes it easy to get you to finish shopping
u ⋆ unfair - (how much does he tease?)
A MOTHER FUCKIN LOT
that's all i have to say
he teases a lot ok?
v ⋆ volume - (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)
he moans loudly
he's very vocal about how he feels
not growls but groans fs
just always says your name
and is like
fuck
yes
baby
i love it
fuck
yeah... ANYWAYS NEXT???
w ⋆ wild card - (random headcanon for him)
he thinks about marriage and kids the second he looks at you
he's never been one to think that far into the future
but the second he realized he loved you aka the second he looked at you
he just fell immediately
it's like his whole future flashed before his eyes lol
x ⋆ x-ray - (what’s under his clothes?)
he's not long
he's not thick
he's average
like ngl it's not that big
but it gets bigger when he's hard
so it makes up for those lost inches
we all know he's built
the abs the muscles
he's works out
very nice bod
we all know this yes?
y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)
everyday he is down to do it
but he doesn't actually do it everyday
as long as you're open to it
then he is also open to it
it's above avg. but not high
z ⋆ zzz - (how quickly does he sleep after?)
not quickly
he has a hard time sleeping tbh
he falls asleep quick but he doesn't always feel the need to sleep
he sleeps once he knows you're comfortable
and he will be able to sleep once you wrap your arms around him
and tell him you love him
duh
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M.R. NSFW alphabet
a. aftercare
"You did such a good job, my good girl. Do you need anything? A bath?" gentle after a particularly rough round.
b. body part
loves your thighs, squishing them, seeing them in a skirt, having them wrapped around his head. tits, man loves sucking and laying on them while cuddling.
c. cum
will cum anywhere on your baby if he can. Pulling out of your mouth to cum on your boobs/face.
d. dirty secret
watches you throughout the day. he knows a spell that can turn him invisible, and more times than he would like to admit, he would watch you shower before you guys started dating.
e. experience man had his hoe phase. before he liked you, he would hook up with a new girl at every party. never really cared for feelings before you.
f. fav position
missionary, he likes how close he feels to you and can look into your eyes while paying attention to your tits.
g. goofy if he's angry, he will be more serious and rough, but morning sex is always goofy, and he's known to make some stupid jokes.
h. hair he has black curly hair that is well kept. if you really didn't like it he would get rid of it.
i. intimacy, he can be super romantic and lovey-dovey, especially if you are into that stuff. I'm talking flowers in the morning, date nights, and jewelry candy; he's pulling out all the stops.
j. jack off
before you two started dating, he would masturbate once a day; he couldn't control himself around you. he also stopped hooking up with other people when he really fell for you, so the boy was backed up.
k. kink voyerism loves the thought of needing to be quiet and the risk of being caught. same with his dirty secret; watching you without you knowing really turns him on.
l. location anywhere, shower, desk, bath, wall, couch he's game.
m. motivation seeing you get into a fight or arguing with someone.
n. NO this is really out there but bro is not a cuck, nothing about sharing you appeals to him.
o. oral big receiver, doesn't love giving but doesn't mind it.
p. pace depends on his mood but is ruthless if he's mad
q. quickie in-between classes and early morning showers
r. risk loves the risk and the thought of getting caught is really hot, doesn't gaf if you two get caught, "you wanna join?"
s. stamina can go as long as you want, "again?"
t. toys would use toys to punish you or for his own entertainment. put a vide inside you on the highest setting to watch your squirm.
u. unfair ruthless. its his own form of personal entertainment
v. volume grunts, groans whimpers. "dont try to cover those sounds up, let me hear them"
w. wild card
deadass scaled a wall to sneak into your dorm to sleep with you.
x. x-ray 7.5 in, with a lot of veins, curved up and hits all the right spots
y. yearning always ready and willing, will pull you into an empty classroom to bend you over a desk.
z. ZZZ waits till you fall asleep, will watch you sleep.
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nsfw alphabet | mt19
✦ word count - 1,129
✦ summary - a-z of pure matthew tkachuk nsfw
✦ warnings - mentions of smut?
✦ ava’s notes - genuinely thought this was longer, but it isn’t LMFAO. my first post about ratty matty, super excited! he’s been my fav for a while now and i’m finally posting something! hope you enjoy :)
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He makes sure to take care of you once everything has settled down. He cleans you up with a warm, wet towel and kisses you sweetly, telling you how good you were for him. About 80% of the time, he curls up next to you and naps with you.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Matthew’s favorite body part on himself are his hands. He likes gripping onto your love handles while fucking into you from behind, and loves how quickly you cum on his fingers when he fingers you. His fingers hold so much power over you, and he loves it. Matthew’s also caught you staring at his hands once in a while.
His favorite body part(s) on you are your tits. He falls asleep holding one or the other, he loves holding onto them while fucking you, and loves how squishy they are, no matter how big or small they are. He adores your boobs and will forever be a boob man.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)
He likes to cum in you, but is also perfectly fine with cumming on your face, chest, back, tummy, etc.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Matthew has fantasized of you getting a tattoo of either his initials of his jersey number, #19. He’s possessive like that.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I’d like to say that Matthew is indeed experienced. He’s gotten around, and definitely knows what he’s doing.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
Doggy, but a close second is missionary but with a leg crossed over. Also loves seeing you on top of him, grinding your pussy on his dick, or bouncing on top of him while watching your tits bounce as well.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He’s more serious than goofy, wanting to pleasure you multiple times before he receives anything.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He keeps it trimmed.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He’s romantic when he wants to be, and makes you feel as special as possible.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He’s jacked off to you while on away trips. (He steals a panty or two before leaving)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Matthew likes to spank you and watch as your ass reddens under his touch.
I’d also like to say he gets turned on when he sees you in his jersey, with his last name in large letters, and his number plastered on your back.
Matthew loves to praise you and worships your body, sucking harshly on your delicate skin before watching bruises from where his lips once were.
Another kink he has is watching you ride his thigh, if that’s considered a kink. Watching you fall apart on just his thigh turns him on so much. The way your bare cunt feels on his thick thigh…how wet you get by grinding on him… He actually has came in his pants once or twice before.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Preferred place is the bed, but anywhere works. Car, couch, kitchen counter, shower (another personal favorite of Matthew’s), and maybe even up against a wall.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You and only you. You could literally walk past him and he immediately gets a stiffy.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anal. Sorry to all the people who think he’d be into that. And also pegging.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He loves giving oral. He loves looking up through his eyelashes and seeing your face scrunch up while eating you out.
If he’s on the receiving end of oral, he isn’t complaining. Matthew can’t help but pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail and slightly gag you on his dick.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
If he’s angry or worked up, it’s fast and rough. On the other hand, if he just wants lazy, sleepy morning sex, it’s romantic and loving.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He prefers to take his time with you, but if you don’t have the time, then Matthew will absolutely fuck you fast and hard.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Matthew’s definitely up to experiment. Taking risks, like fucking in a semi-public place, then he’s up for it, but you’ve gotta keep quiet.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I’d like to think he could go multiple rounds before stopping. (He boasts about how long he can last, let’s be honest)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
If he’s away on a road trip and can’t be there to satisfy you himself, then he’ll let you use a toy to get yourself off, whether it be a vibrator or a dildo.
When he has the time, Matthew loves to facetime you and watch you fuck yourself, while simultaniously pleasuring himself as well.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s very much a tease. Matthew likes to see you getting all worked up before giving you what you really, really want.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He grunts and lets out quiet moans, letting you know how good you make him feel. Dirty talk is guaranteed every goddamn time.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Matthew likes to fuck your tits and cum on your chest and face.
Another wild card is that he loves to spoil you. Tickets to a home game, some glamorous necklace, or a spa day, he’ll do it with love.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Average length, a little on the thicker side. Proud of his size.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
High. Need I say more?
Matthew’s sex drive is high. He’s in a relationship with the most beautiful and sexy girl in the world, how could he not want you on a daily basis? He definitely lets you know too, whether it be straight up telling you or teasing you until you give in.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He makes sure you’re taken care of before holding you close, laying his head against yours, and sleeping soundly.
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"F**k your fav" pt.8 - "Sweets" (18+)
Warnings: oral sex, sweets on body, cold play.
Gojo x fem reader
"Uhm... What do you think if I pick up a banana in half and put it in your pussy and eat what's sticking out?" he asked as he looked in the cupboards.
"I don't want you to put a banana in me." you replied knowing it would be weird if he did. You just got out of the shower and you don't feel like getting dirty. However, you will agree to a round of sex.
"Better I put a banana in you than a watermelon."
"I don't want you to put watermelon in me either." You said blankly and then realized that he was really talking about watermelon.
You looked at him holding a large round fruit in his hands.
The terror in your eyes.
"Even if you try, I don't want it! The watermelon is too big!"
"Oh, do not worry honey. If I can fit my dick in you, I can also fit a watermelon. But your pussy is so tight I'd have to buy mini watermelons."
"Was that a compliment or are you insulting me?"
"I love how tight your pussy is!" he shouted happily as he took something out of the fridge.
You smiled slightly blushing. He's funny but also perverted.
Especially if it was about checking what he likes.
You're still dreading the time for a threesome with Suguru...
Do you really should?
"I found whipped cream, strawberries and honey. I still have some chocolates in the cupboard. And also vanilla ice cream."
You walked over to him, looking at the things he had placed on the table.
You placed your hand on his bare back, and looked at the food in front of him.
Whipped cream, honey, some fruit. Yes. Everything normal. But you didn't know why the banana was there.
You're not going to let him put a banana in you.
You reached for the whipped cream, took some on your finger and licked it off.
"You can undress now." he said as his fingers tightened around your waist.
You made sure your bathrobe wouldn't fall off beforehand. Because when it drops, Satoru will already be in a different mode.
But his fingers were also functional.
"I don't have to undress for now, Toru." You replied before walking away from him. But just then you felt the belt around your waist that held the robe loose.
When you looked down, it wasn't there.
And White Hair's hand a moment later grabbed the fabric around your neck and ripped it off of you.
"S-Satoru!" You screamed, covering yourself with a red face.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, honey. I've seen you many, many times. And I will see you many more times." He gave you a feisty smile.
You slowly made your way to the bedroom without turning your back to him.
You sat on the bed with a pillow against your chest.
Not a minute passed before he appeared in the doorway, and put the food on the bed next to him.
"So where do we start? oh? You're not dressed! Thank you baby!" He cheered as he lunged towards you and kissed your lips.
"I didn't want to get dressed so you'd undress me again later..."
"Good girl."
You looked at him with wide eyes.
You blushed when you saw his smirk. He was just now starting to call you a good girl again?
It was embarrassing at times, but when those words came out of his mouth, you really felt like a good girl to him.
"Spread your legs." he said as his attention was drawn to the can of whipped cream.
You continued to stare at him, surprised by his sudden request. Or by order. He's telling you to spread your legs right away?
He looked at you.
His gaze went hostile to the pillow in your hands, and he yanked it out of your arms.
"I told you, spread your legs. I want to put some cream on you. Or maybe you want my cream inside you?"
You turned your head away from him as he said that.
You don't know what to answer to that.
"Don't worry, baby. You'll get both."
Abel his hands parted your thighs and pushed you to lie on your back on the bed.
That exposed position when you're with him... But with him you always feel exposed. There isn't a moment during sex where it's different. Because he loves to watch what he does to your body.
Suddenly, a can of whipped cream appeared by your clit.
"I didn't think you'd start getting wet yet." He chuckled as he rubbed your entrance with his thumb.
He pressed on the plastic. Your skin was covered with white sweetness. As he made a slightly pointed circle on your clitoris, and placed chocolate on top.
"Satoru -."
"Shhh. Let me enjoy my dessert. But of course you can moan my name as much as you want. You have to moan for me, okay?"
He lay down on his stomach on the bed. His head between your thighs. Then his tongue started working. And with a smile, he slowly licked the whipped cream from your pussy lips. He took the piece of chocolate that was on top of you and ate it, maneuvering your thighs to make you open up more to him. Then he added something cold to your skin.
When the whipped cream was gone, he used something much colder.
You flinched as it dripped onto your swollen clit.
A little vanilla ice cream cone that was placed over your sensitive lump. From the heat of your body it melted, and flowed lower, onto his willing tongue. But the cold gave you extra sensations.
He put his tongue on you and slurped your pussy along with the sweet ice cream. And he put two fingers inside you as he continued.
His wet muscle slid wide over your pussy making your pulse speed up so fast.
The feeling of coldness combined with the feeling of heat on his lips.
Before his ice cream ran out, he wrapped his mouth around a pink donut and scooped the ice cream into his mouth to envelop you in cold.
He curled his fingers inside you, making you moan louder.
He chuckled into your pussy and looked at your face with amusement in his eyes.
Before you could close your thighs, he held you in place and continued to torment your sensitive parts.
You fisted your hands in his hair as he pressed his fingertips into your walls. Pushing the ice cream away from you, he dropped it into the bowl, licking his fingers and your skin.
And to keep playing with you, he forced your body to orgasm.
And he smiled as he watched the moisture dripping off of you as he pulled away from you.
"That looks sweet," he hummed as he watched your body tremble subside. "And now I have a surprise for you."
You looked at him questioningly.
"Turn your head."
You were still looking at him.
"Come on! Turn your head away!" he laughed as he waved his hand.
You looked to the side and heard him doing something.
He took off his pants and sat on the bed to lie down later.
He placed a peeled banana next to the hard cock lying on his stomach and began to cover it and its length with whipped cream. Forming two almost identical lines from his belly.
"Now. You can look."
You looked to the side and he tilted your head down.
"One is a banana, the other is my dick. If you lick the banana first, you'll eat it, and then you'll be a good girl and I can fuck your mouth. If you lick my dick, you give me a blowjob."
You stared at the white on his belly as he smiled.
You have to choose. Right or left.
You laid down on his thigh to hover over his crotch.
"Which do you choose?"
You placed your hands on his thigh and hesitantly bent down to put your tongue on his right length.
As you licked the whipped cream off, you felt warm skin and a throbbing vein.
"You have good intuition."
Laughing, he grabbed a banana covered in white and began to eat it. And his legs spread out more to give you a little more place for your comfort.
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Hey Rachel, how have you been? Can I request 141 + Alejandro + Konig with a f!reader who says things very directly and they don't have anything official, just little flirts here and there and one day she is just looking at them (you choose whether it's in front of other people or not) and they ask what's wrong and she says "I'm just looking at my future husband"? Thank you<333
˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆｡°⋆࿓ "Looking At My Future Husband" // 141 Headcanons (ale + k)
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Warning(s): established relationship, fem!reader, sfw
Word Count: 1k
A/N: domestic!fluff is my fav genre, they deserve to be happy and settle down ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭
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⋮ ─── price ୨୧
let's be honest, it's rare for him to date without factoring in marriage early on. he had brought it up before, proposing it like some fantasy — though in his head he was entirely serious.
„we'll find a cabin, few miles out of the city. wedding in the field or the forest, flowers and everything. and all the critters you want, sweetheart.〞is what he said, mere months into the relationship. in the present, he no longer had to wonder if him popping the question would scare you off. you said it all for him, that you wanted him to be your future husband.
of course, you did it when he was half-awake, staring at his morning cup of coffee. ❝Then we'll get hitched. after I've shaved. don't want this mess in the pictures, do we?❞ his gruff morning voice drummed through the dim kitchen as john's fingers played with the whispies on his beard that needed trimmed.
he was humoring you {for now} — but he couldn't be any more serious.
︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑
⋮ ─── simon ୨୧
he's clueless. downright mule-headed. oh, you like him? you mean you've lived with him, shared a bed, cooked him dinner, cuddled with him... and you like him? it's still a shock to simon, no matter the length of the relationship. how he ended up with someone so good to him.
❝husband? you should hate my guts for how I am some days, love.❞ whether the statement was true or not; you didn't hate him, otherwise you wouldn't have said it. he was worth more than he would ever give himself credit for.
he contemplates for a few moments, tapping his fingers against his thigh curiously, ❝alrigh' fine. I do like the sound of that, lovie. but i'm holding you to it, you know that, right?❞ it's only fair. you wouldn't let him live it down if he said something like that. perhaps your self-will is what made you two work so well.
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⋮ ─── soap ୨୧
you said it so casually as if you weren't just staring holes into him for several seconds. then, when he asked why you were staring so long; you turned your back, putting away the remainder of the dinner you just shared.
soap felt his face heat up instantly but concealed it with a smug smirk. ❝future husband, eh? suppose I'm off the hook for droppin' to my knee, then.❞ he questions playfully, slithering an arm around your shoulders. he thought little about the future ahead of him — which was both a flaw and a gift of his. but now that you had mentioned it, even as a jab, he hadn't ever wanted anything more for his future.
his breath tickles your ear as he leans close, infatuated by your firm, unyielding expression. the one you always kept, even in the midst of cheeky banter with him. ❝what can I say? I love me a woman who takes charge...❞
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⋮ ─── gaz ୨୧
kyle always wanted to be one hundred percent sure of his wants and desires. to think them through, to weigh pros and cons. even— no, especially concerning you. marriage was one he hadn't figured out yet, but it had nothing to do with your side of things. could he be a good husband? was he cut out for it? would it end in divorce, just like his parents?
he could only stew for so long, though. and you did the hardest part for him; bringing up the subject. gaz smiles and leans in for a kiss, hooking his arms around your waist. ❝that's my job, love. you should know better.❞
he kept it lowkey — one of his many talents.
but his mind wasn't buzzing, or swamped with hypotheticals about you two as a match. no, he had made up his mind when you said that. he now knew he wanted to marry you, no more existential crisis necessary. ❝we wouldn't do so bad, would we?❞ he asks rhetorically, his tone becoming more playful as he gives your jawline a gentle bite — purely to shatter your stone expression.
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⋮ ─── alejandro ୨୧
he's observant; annoyingly observant. he knew you weren't upset when you were staring into his soul. you wanted to say something to him, a potentially serious expression at that. ❝you're staring at me, querida. use your words.❞ he sets his glass down on the table, then the report in his hands next.
when you said it, you had successfully stroked his ego. as well as made his mind buzz with the wedding he had already mentally pictured a hundred times.
alejandro snickered to himself quietly, eyes roaming you. ❝you would look divine in a wedding dress, amor.❞ then his mind jumped to his family. his sisters, his mother, and any of his other crazy relatives that he dreaded introducing you to when the day came. he loved them to pieces, but his family could be... a handful.
❝ten cuidado con lo que deseas...❞ he mutters to himself, already picturing that overwhelmed look on your face when surrounded by all of them.
︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑
⋮ ─── könig ୨୧
your unflinching stare had him on the edge of his seat. was there a special date he'd forgotten? had he said something to upset you? but, you wouldn't stay silent for this long if you were genuinely peeved. ❝what is it, schatz?❞
and then, you said it.
he could physically feel the tightness in his chest uncoil, the bounce of his leg ceasing just a bit. sure, he could be forward, be direct. but concerning you — his nerves always gnawed at him more aggressively than in the midst of warfare.
❝it would be an honor. just say the words, and we will.❞ he truly would wait if he had to. days, weeks, months; however long it would take you to make him your husband in the present.
‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ divider cred. - cafekitsune
translate; ten cuidado con lo que deseas = be careful what you wish for.
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group: stray kids !
pairing: idol!kim seungmin x f!reader
genre: fluff, a little angst
warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, crying, lots of fighting, possessiveness (seungmin), lots of jealousy (also seungmin), accusations/slut-shaming, seungmin is referred to as min, minnie, and seungie, unprofessional work ethics, seungmin is a real jerk, nonconsensual kissing, drinking, forced proximity (shared bed), drunk confessions, seungmin is TOXICCCC!
authors note: one of my least fav fics ngl, didnt have very great ideas for this one but i tried my best ! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)
wc: 4482
(pt. 2)
“i’m sorry y/n…”
you’re sitting on the couch, hands awkwardly placed in your lap. “it’s okay, i wasn’t expecting anything it’s just… i needed to get it off my chest.”
your relationship with jeongin is basically ruined at this point. things are going to be terribly awkward now, especially since you’re one of the makeup artists for stray kids.
the boys are all great friends with you too, so there’s not really a high chance of you getting put with another group.
jeongin stays silent, and you take it as a sign to leave. you quickly make your way out of the room to see seungmin on the couch, smirking at you. your eyes were already welling up with tears, you just wanted jeongin to say something.
instead, you’re met with seungmin, tears threatening to leave your eyes. “did you really think someone like jeongin would like you back?”
your heart plummets, you feel sick to your stomach. you don’t answer, walking toward the front door. “awhh, someone’s upset”
“not right now seungmin, i’m not in the mood.”
“you’re never in the mood. now get the fuck out.”
you quickly shut the door behind you, taking a deep breath and making your way home. it’s just a simple rejection, you know, but seungmins words still linger in your mind.
what were you thinking? jeongin would never like someone like you.
it was time to shoot their new music video, the whole atmosphere feeling incredibly awkward. jeongin did his best to avoid you, tending to another stylist instead.
you quickly finish up chans makeup, showing him what it looks like in the mirror. he practically beams at you, you know you’ve done well. “why aren’t you talking y/n?”
you swallow down the lump in your throat, you know you can trust chan. “oh nothing, just a little awkward now”
“why so?”
“jeongin didn’t tell you?”
chan looks incredibly confused, shaking his head with an eyebrow slightly raised. you give in, explaining the story vaguely to chan, making sure to leave out the interaction with seungmin.
“oh wow… and he said… nothing?”
you slowly nod, head hung low. chan can see the hurt swirling in your eyes, “it’s okay, at least that means he didn’t say anything bad”
you laugh a little at chans logic, thinking about what seungmin said. jeongin is too good for you. you know it. why did you even try?
you continue your conversation with chan, when all of a sudden, seungmin pops up behind you. “wow… first jeongin and now chan? jeez, talk about desperate…”
you try to contain yourself in front of the boys, swallowing down the harsh words that are so incredibly close to leaving your mouth.
you couldn’t get anything out, just simply mumbling a quick apology and darting out the door before the tears spilled. you don’t know why seungmin hates you so much.
as soon as the door shuts, you can hear chan yelling at seungmin. you don’t want to ruin their friendship, and you’re truly considering leaving for a bit.
you arrive home, quickly changing and flopping onto the bed. the heavy feeling in your heart doesn’t go away.
suddenly, you get a text. you check your phone, wondering who could be texting you.
minmin 🐶 : stay away from them, seriously. you’re making jeongin uncomfortable.
you don’t really know how to answer, so you just lay there with your phone in your hand. you don’t know how to gather your feelings about anything right now.
minmin 🐶: you can’t just go around fucking with every guy you find hot
another text breaks you out of your thoughts.
minmin 🐶: are you not even going to answer?
y/n: i’m not fucking around with anyone, seungmin.
minmin 🐶: then what is it for?
minmin 🐶: money?
minmin 🐶: attention?
y/n: no seungmin, it’s because i actually have feelings.
y/n: just leave me alone, please?
minmin 🐶: oh so now all of a sudden it’s a sensitive subject for you?
y/n: why do you keep bugging me about this seungmin? i’m trying to get over it
y/n: i’ll stay away from jeongin, just leave me alone.
you could see seungmin typing, and then it suddenly stops. you don’t get a message after that, and decide to just go to sleep.
you’re preparing for another filming session, touching up jeongin’s makeup. you make sure not to get too close, remembering what seungmin had said to you not too long ago.
seungmin seems to be giving you weird looks from across the room. you don’t think anything of it, and continue fixing up jeongin’s makeup. before you turn around to help changbin, you give jeongin a smile.
jeongin doesn’t return the smile however, instead walking over to seungmin to talk about the choreography. you don’t think anything of it, and just do your job. you’re not overstepping your boundaries, especially after jeongin established them.
or after… seungmin established them.
the room is dead silent aside from changbins vocal warmups. you quickly complete seungmins makeup, making sure not to say a word that could set his mood off.
you bring out the hair curler, slowly framing seungmins bangs around his face. you see seungmins eyes darting around, but you decide to focus on the task at hand.
once seungmin makes sure his arms are hidden from the camera, he tugs you by the shirt, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.
before you can even manage to escape, he pushes you off of him. the curler falls onto you, burning a thick line onto your forearm. “what the fuck y/n?! why would you do that?!”, he exclaimed.
all heads are turned towards you now, “what do you mean?! you kissed me?!”, you replied incredulously.
the staff manages to get you as far away from him as possible. along with losing most of your friends, you also lose your reputation, as well as your job. it feels as if everything has suddenly shattered because of one stupid crush.
you knew that seungmin had hated you for a while, maybe you shouldn’t have pissed him off with jeongin.
the security camera footage didn’t show any signs of seungmin kissing you, so they took his word for it. you were no longer a part of stray kids’ team.
weeks passed. you didn’t want to bring up seungmin to the managers, it was pointless to ruin his career. it would be easier for you to find a new job, but for seungmin, the backlash would be incredibly overwhelming. you couldn’t do that to him.
you weren’t completely let go of though, only moved to work with itzy instead. if you’ll be honest, it’s a lot easier to work without having seungmin around. you’re more focused on your job now.
“is it really true that seungmin framed you?”, yuna asks abruptly.
you were taken aback by the sudden question, not knowing if you should answer or not. “umm…”
ryujin walks over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. she leans over to whisper something into your ear. “we heard the boys arguing about it… i know you didn’t do it, y/n”
shit. your eyes stay on the floor, afraid to look up. “talk to him, please y/n”, yuna begs.
you jerk your head up towards her, “seungmin?”
“yeah? who else? dummy”
you consider it for a moment, maybe this was your chance to clear out the tension between you two. “i’ll think about it”
you weren’t lying. you thought about it all night. you know he wouldn’t want to, but maybe, just maybe, he’d give you one more chance.
you finish styling your hair and doing your makeup, flattening down the sides of your hot pink dress. you thought it’d fit the theme for the party tonight because of the comeback.
you’re not quite sure why you’re even invited, but a party is a party right? you quickly drive there, making a mental note not to drink at all. you need to be in proper condition to get home.
you finally walk into the room, all the girls rushing to you instantly. lily is squealing because of your outfit, while yeji is fixing the jewelry adorning your neck. you all have a blast. that is, until the boys noticed you.
you’re suddenly reminded of how you left the boys in the first place, a little discomfort visible on your face. suddenly, you’re dragged away from the girls by seungmin, unable to free yourself from his hold.
“ooa- y/nnie! you’re here?”, he slurs.
yeah. he was definitely drunk. since when did he start calling you y/nnie anyways? “you’re drunk, dumbass”
“well duh- you look prettyyy”
his words get more confusing by the second. why is he acting like this towards you? “thanks min”
he giggles at the nickname, a sound you don’t hear very often, until an arm grabs him behind. “oh gosh y/n, i’m so sorry, he’s been looking for you all night”, jeongin says with a nervous chuckle.
“all night…?”
“shhh don’t tell her”, seungmin pleaded with puppy eyes.
“tell me what?”, he’s piqued your interest now.
jeongin begins to speak, “noth-“
“that i’m in love with youuu”
your jaw drops, jeongin’s does too. you both share a look, then turning to look at seungmin, who’s already lunging towards you. he clings onto your arm, smiling and nuzzling into your shoulder.
“jeongin. how long did you know about this?!”
he looks at you, the expression on his face is one of guilt. “almost a year now…”
your eyes widen, and you stare at seungmin. his face is bright red, too wasted to comprehend what is happening right now. jeongin says a quick goodbye, leaving you to deal with seungmin.
“y/nnieeee can we go to your house? it’s too loud here”, he pouts. you consider it for a moment, but then you remember how he might react when he wakes up in the morning.
he grabs your arm, kissing over the burn that he gave you. you didn’t push him away though, but not because it felt good. of course it didn’t feel good. okay… maybe it felt good.
maybe seungmin would appreciate you taking him home rather than being stuck with seven drunk guys. you look down at him again, who’s hopelessly clinging onto your arm. “pleaseeee?”, he asks with puppy eyes.
how can someone look so cute doing that?
wait. what? what are you thinking? kim seungmin is far from cute. of course, you still gave in and agreed though. “fine, but you can’t trash my house okay?”
“mmph okay”, he slurs. you quickly drag him out of the place, saying your goodbyes and rushing him to your car before people can ask questions. he sits comfortably in your car, hands placed in his lap and soft hums leaving his lips.
his voice is laced with exhaustion, and even then it sounds so beautiful. you stay silent on the way home, not wanting to interrupt his singing.
“we’re here”, you say quietly.
seungmin quickly exits the car before you can even put your hand on the handle and opens the door for you.
what a gentleman.
you laugh at his silly antics, and a frown makes its way onto his face. “i’m sorry, i wanted to help you a little too.”, he spoke softly.
you look up at him while you exit the car, his lower lip quivering slightly. you don’t say anything, but you grab his hand and lead him inside to your room.
you grab a change of clothes for him and rush to the bathroom to get dressed for bed. when you’re finished, you walk out again to see seungmin sitting on the bed, crying.
“what’s wrong min?”
“w-who’s clothes are these? do you have a boyfriend? why do you have guys’ clothes?”
you couldn’t help but giggle at his jealousy, walking towards him to wipe away his tears. “they’re my ex’s, he left them behind.”
he looks at you, eyes still a deep red from crying. “n-no! i don’t want to wear these! i don’t want to remind you of your ex…”
the frown is back on your face, and you’re quick to comfort him. “they’re the only clothes i have, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable at night. please?”
he smiles at you again, “okay!”
he rushes to the bathroom to go change, you’re a little surprised at the lack of convincing it took for him to change as well. he comes out of the bathroom, a wide smile plastered on his freshly washed face after seeing you.
you grab an extra blanket from the room, “you can sleep in the bed”
the frown reappears once again, “what? where are you going? stay with me, please?”, he pouts.
you smiled at him again, setting the blanket down and laying in your bed. surely there was enough space for the both of you, right?
he lays down next to you, instantly spooning you. you knew there was no fighting it, and instead thought about how you’d explain all this to seungmin in the morning.
“don’t tell anyone about my secret please”
“i won’t, don’t worry seungmin.”
you wake up to warm breath fanning over your lips, seungmins soft hands holding yours. it takes a moment in your sleep ridden mind to process your proximity with seungmin, only a mere centimeter away from kissing him.
it takes everything in you to pull away as far as you can, but that doesn’t stop you from admiring him. there is no scowl evident on his face, nor is there a judgemental look. he looks like he’s at peace, you think he looks much better like this.
you quickly go back to sleep, wanting to avoid the awkward moment where seungmin realizes that he’s in your bed alone. you’d like to keep him some company.
only an hour later, seungmin wakes up, slowly taking in his surroundings. you’re still asleep, cheek squished into the pillow and lips puckered right in front of him.
he sits up abruptly, a blush covering his face and ears. what happened last night? “mmm seungmin?”
his head jerks towards your figure again. so, he’s not hallucinating. you’re actually there. “what am i doing here?”
“we were at the party last night and you got super drunk. you refused to leave me alone and insisted we go home because it was too loud in there.”
he thinks for a moment, before you cut off his thoughts again. “we didn’t do anything, don’t worry.”
a sigh of relief leaves his lips, “thank you for… uh- bringing me here.”, he says sheepishly. “mhm”, you mumble. you get out of bed, getting ready for the day and unboxing the spare toothbrush you have.
you finish freshening up, “the green toothbrush is yours, its new”
a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, you don’t think you’ve ever seen sober seungmin smile at you. “thanks”.
he meets you in the kitchen not long after, and you drive him back to the dorms, meeting with jeongin before you leave.
“listen, i know that the whole thing yesterday happened but please don’t tell seungmin i know.”
“what? why not?”
“if anything, i want him to tell me… on his own terms”, you reply.
jeongin understands where you’re coming from, so he nods and decides to drop it. “thanks for bringing seungmin home”, he says with a smile.
“it’s no problem”, you smile back.
you quickly make your way down the hall and get in your car to leave. the past couple hours have finally began to process in your brain.
kim seungmin, the bane of your existence, has a cute little crush on you. how sweet.
“did you guys do anything?!”, lia asked excitedly.
“no, nothing happened. i just brought him home because he was upset about the noise”, you chuckle nervously.
“awh”, she pouts, “i was hoping for something when i saw you both leave together”
you shake your head, and continue doing her makeup.
all of a sudden, you get a call from
stray kids’ manager. “hello?”
“hey, is this y/n? we’re not quite sure why but the boys really need your help. we heard crashing but they wouldn’t let us in after the stylist rushed out. could you come over real quick?”
“i’ll be there in five”
you quickly finish up lia’s makeup and rush out the room, afraid that something bad has happened.
you knock on the door, careful not to startle any of the boys. “hello? it’s y/n”
before you can take a breath, the door swings open and you’re met with a disheveled minho. you peer behind him, locking eyes with seungmin. his hair was a mess, as well as the eyeshadow smeared across his face.
minho lets you in, locking the door behind you. you walk over to seungmin, who’s sitting in a chair in front of the mirror. the boys tend to themselves again, getting their own makeup done before leaving the room completely.
“kiss another one of your stylists?”, you joke.
you notice the upset look on his face and figure you should just shut up for now, quickly removing his eye makeup.
his eyes open again, watching as you open another pallette and grab a brush. his eyes immediately dart to the dark purple burn mark on your skin, guilt eating him away more and more.
why do you still care about him? why do you keep doing things for him when he ruined so much for you? seungmin never cries, he couldn’t let himself. not in front of you.
but the tears were inevitable, small droplets trickling down his face. you turn around, heart immediately plummeting to your stomach. “what’s wrong min?”
he quickly grabs a tissue, dabbing away the tears. “i’m sorry for um… the burn”.
you look down at your arm, the dark purple seared into your skin. “oh this? this is nothing, dont worry about it”
you approach him with the brush again, swiping away a stray tear before you dry his eyes and get back to work. you think about the time he kissed over the scar. even though he was drunk, you knew he felt guilty about it.
“im sorry i made you lose your job.”
wow. kim seungmin… apologizing? twice?
“oh it’s no big deal, i’m just with itzy now”
“no, it is a big deal. the boys all miss you now, they’re still angry with me. no stylist puts up with me anymore, you were the only one. i didn’t mean to make you lose your job, i just… didn’t want you crushing on my friends anymore”
you smile a little at him, his motive suddenly becoming clear. he kissed you because he was jealous. he didn’t want you crushing on his friends, he wanted you crushing on him.
“well, i can’t come back, that’s the managers decision, but if they let me… i will. i promise. it was a silly crush that wore off in a couple days anyways.”
you could see the faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but he hid it as well as he possibly could. you spoke a little more about upcoming plans, wanting to avoid the subject because it was clearly making seungmin feel guilty.
after finishing his hair and makeup, you admire the work youve done on him in only ten minutes. what you didn’t account for though, was the proximity between you two.
you’re only inches away from his face, eyes tracing every feature and outline. seungmins face flushed red, as does yours, but neither of you pull away. your faces inch closer to eachother, a nervous look on his.
“seungmin! are you two done yet?”, you hear chan yell from outside.
you quickly scramble to distance yourself, helping seungmin up from the chair, your faces still bright red. maybe you were too blinded by his attitude to admit your feelings.
you open the door to see chan, a smile on his face when he notices the blush on your cheeks. “what, did you two kiss or something?”, he teased.
“kiss her?!”, seungmin asked incredulously.
you just laughed. you didn’t need to be upset anymore. you knew it was all just an act.
“there’s really no need to punish seungmin. it happened a long time ago, and he’s already apologized to me personally.”
you’re discussing getting your job back with the managers of stray kids, finally joining back as stray kids’ stylist.
you go through the many formalities, a little upset that you have to leave itzy, but you’re glad you’re back. the girls understand of course, which you are incredibly grateful for.
“you’re back? like really?!”, jisung asks excitedly.
you nod your head, giving him a sweet smile. the boys begin to cheer, but your eyes are fixed on seungmin. his wide smile drops as soon as you look at him, and you pout.
he quickly turns towards the mirror, not wanting you to know what your pout does to him.
“whos… that”
“i’m not sure, but they seem to be very touchy”, yuna observes.
why is a random girl being so touchy with seungmin? and… why does it bother you?
the more you really comprehend your thoughts, the more you truly process to what extent you like seungmin. it’s difficult for you not to confess, to keep your feelings a secret.
you continue to stare at the girl, when ryujin finally snapped you out of it. “why do you keep staring hm? are you perhaps… jealous?”, she teased.
you look at her dead in the eye, unsure about how to respond. that’s when she realizes you’re serious. “wait… really?”
you nod lightly, finally coming to terms with your feelings now. your eyes avert their gazes, suddenly embarrassed. “well now we have to set you up!”
you jerk your head up to look at her again. “are you crazy? what if that girl is his girlfriend?”
“baby, i think you’re too focused on the girl to see the clear disgust on seungmins face right now.”, jisung chimes in.
you jump, a little startled, “jeez ji, how long have you been there?”
“long enough to hear that you have a little liking for my friend”
the girls sense the atmosphere of the conversation, quickly leaving you with jisung to talk. “sorry ji, i don’t mean to… intrude or anything.”
“oh not at all! i’m just curious about how you’re planning to confess.”
“i’m… not quite sure yet either”
jisung giggles at your nervousness, “word of advice, he likes his confessions straightforward”
you nod, smiling a little. “thanks ji”, you laugh awkwardly.
“no problem”, he replies with a smile.
you split off to find the girls again, only to be dragged away by jeongin not too long after. “when are you confessing?”, he asks abruptly.
you stare at him, shocked at how direct the question is. “soon… within this week most likely. why?”
“y/n, i shit you not, the boy is going absolutely mad in the dorms. his little crush on you has gotten like a thousand times worse since you brought him to your house that one night”
“oh jeez… okay i’ll- i’ll tell him soon, i promise”, you say with a smile.
“i’m not pressuring you of course, but god i don’t know how much longer i can stand hearing him yap about that shit”
you nod, laughing a little, “understandable”. you turn your head, almost immediately locking eyes with seungmin. it looks could kill, you’re almost certain you’d be dead right now.
your heart sinks to your stomach at the sight on him, and you quickly say goodbye to jeongin and walk off. maybe jeongin isn’t the best person to talk to about these things…
did they have to leave you with seungmin every time you’re styling them?
he averts your gaze, an angrier look on his face than usual. “seungie, what’s wrong?”
his heart flutters at the nickname, almost making him smile, but he focuses. “what’s wrong is that you keep flirting around with my friends.”
“who, jeongin?”
he nods, a little embarrassed after confronting you. “are you jealous i’m stealing your best friend from you?”
“no, i’m jealous because my best friend is stealing you from me”
seungmin quickly clamps a hand over his mouth, processing what he’s just said. “i- i didn’t-“
you stare into his eyes, urging him to go on. “fuck it”, he mutters under his breath. “y/n, i am fucking infatuated with you, you know? i…”
you grab his hand and smile at him, stroking over his knuckles gently. “i’m sorry ive been such a bitch to you recently, but you never seemed to really notice me before this. i thought that maybe if i was mean to you, it could help me hide my own feelings…”
he opens his eyes again to see you again, only centimeters away from his face this time. you inch closer towards his face, stopping right before your lips touched. “don’t push me away this time min… please.”
he closed the gap between you two in a soft kiss, smiling against him as he chased you even more. you pull away, “i like you too seungmin, a lot”
he chuckles, pulling you onto his lap, “i liked you first.”
your lips meet in a kiss again, and felix knocks on the door, opening it not to long after. “you guys okay in… oh- i’m- i’ll just-“, he stutters over his words as he rushes out the door, closing it again.
you and seungmin giggle again, and you quickly finish his makeup before bringing him outside. the boys all give you teasing looks, and you have to brush them off before you get too flustered.
on the other hand, every time it’s mentioned, seungmin has a big goofy smile on his face, one that you can’t stop yourself from admiring. he turns to you again, his eyes softening when he sees your eyes fixated on his smile.
the boys finish practice, and you meet with all of them later. there’s a frown on seungmins face, probably because he couldn’t focus at all and got all the moves wrong.
you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind him. “what are you doing?”
you giggle, “well, i can’t have my boyfriend being all grumpy in front of his friends can i?”
he turns around quicker than you can process, “boyfriend?”, he says with a hopeful smile. “obviously”, you chuckle.
he places quick pecks onto your lips and nose, completely forgetting that his friends are in the room with him, and if you’ll be honest, so did you.
you’re brought out of your thoughts when changbin finally speaks up.
“yoh! can you two get a room?”
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Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
We made sammy one, we gotta make dean one! This was also requested by an anonymous user! Enjoy!
Rating: MINORS DNI!! 18++
Warnings: Its NSFW thats a warning enough;)
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A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Dean is definitely a cuddler, He is always holding you and making sure you are okay. You come first in his mind.
B= Body part (Their favorite body part on themselves and their partners.)
Dean's favorite part of his own body is his smile. He knows he could get what he wants in seconds with one flash of it. On his partner he loves their thighs and mostly when they are around his face ;)
C=Cum (What does he do with it. I AM disgusting)
Dean loves when he sees his cum all over you. Your face, your stomach, but he loves it when it drips out of you.
D=Dirty talk (How much do they dirty talk?)
This Man's mouth is DIRTY, he could get you on your knees in no time.
E=Experience (how experienced are they?)
Dean is definitely experienced to say the least, so rest assured he knows what he is doing.
F=Favorite position (goes without saying)
Cowgirl- Dean is a SUCKER for this position. He loves when you take him how you want him, plus a face full of tits? Yes please.
Doggystyle- Dean loves looking at you taking him, pounding into you to show you who you belong to.
G=Goofy (how goofy or how serious they are in the moment?)
Dean can be goofy or serious. Depending how you both feel or the heat of the moment.
I=Intimacy (How are things during the moment, romantic aspect.)
Deans eyes never leave your body, his hands are on you at every moment.
J=Jack off
Dean gets off at least 4 times a week, his sex drive is high and when he isn’t around you he has to release that frustration. Maybe even calling you for some sexy phone sex ;)
K=Kinks
Dean loves to be dominant with you, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he loves to be dominated by you. He loves when you take control over him and take what you need.
He also has a knife kink… he doesn’t get why he does but just the thought of having it out against your skin or his skin… he loves it.
L=Location (where you guys would do the deed)
Dean would do it anywhere you would be game to do it at, but his favorite is in Baby the sweet 67’ Impala…. Mostly when you give him road head.
M=Motivation (what turns him on, or gets them going)
Dean loves seeing you in his flannels… plus eating pie, having whip cream all over your face? He is ready to pounce.
N=No (Something they wouldn’t do, or turns them off.)
ANYTHING that hurts your or puts you in harms way. You are his world, he won’t let that get hurt.
O=Oral (do they like giving, receiving, both?)
Dean LOVES giving you head, eating you out like a cherry pie. Your his fav flavor though.
Dean loves when you give him head, it relaxes him instantly.
P=Pace (Are they slow? Fast? Rough?)
Depends on Deans mood, he loves taking you rough and fast. But he loves being nice and slow.
Q=Quickie (Their opinion on it, how often would they have one)
Dean is always up for quickies, anytime you both need one he is up and ready.
R=Risk (Are they risky)
In deans line of work, risk is dangerous. But if your down…so is he.
S=Stamina (how long can you last? How many rounds?)
Sessions with a Dean are long, hot, and heavy. You can take 3 rounds but Dean… he can make you do as many rounds he wants.
T=Toys (Do you guys own toys? Do they use them?)
You guys explore with vibrators and sometimes restraints.
U=Unfair (How likely would they tease?)
You would be the one that would be a tease, Dean would definitely have his way with you later ;)
V=Volume (How loud are they)
Dean breathes heavy, low growls and grunts
X=X-ray (what’s going own down there)
Dean is beyond average…he is definitely bigger than most guys.
Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive)
Deans sex drive is VERY high, you can’t deny that.
Z=ZZZ (how fast he would fall asleep)
Dean would wait till you were taking care of and asleep before even getting comfortable. You come first.
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: ̗̀➛ Ben Drowned | Smut Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
If he doesn’t fall asleep right away, he’ll clean you up either by using a towel or licking the cum off of you. Afterwards he’ll get you snacks to share while you cuddle and play games.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite part of himself is his mouth. He loves being able to lick, suck, and bite on every sensitive area of your body, and he especially loves seeing the way it effects you. His favorite part of you would be your ass. No matter the size or shape, he loves slapping, squeezing, and grinding on it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’ll cum anywhere you want him to, no complaints. But i think his favorites would be: on your face, inside you, and on your ass. In that order. Honestly no matter how worn out he is from sex, seeing his cum painted all over your pretty face gets him hard again immediately. He’d also love seeing his cum dripping out of you, he gets off on the idea that he’s marking your insides as his.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
If you don’t keep your phone and laptop cams covered, he’ll watch you through them and jack off to just the sight of your face. Like you could literally be filing taxes on ur laptop and this man will still jerk off to you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Probably an average amount of pyschical experience. He mostly learns what to do through porn and watching people through their cams (lol). To be fair, it’s not very easy to get laid when you’re a homicidal spirit.
(he does have a lot of sexting and phone sex experience tho)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
In order: doggy, cowgirl, missionary. Doggy is self explanatory, he loves your ass. With cowgirl, he loves making you work for your orgasm while he get to lay back and watch. It gives him an amazing view, either watching your tits bounce, or getting to jerk you off and give you twice the pleasure. In missionary, he likes that he has access to your whole body. He can tongue kiss you, play with one of your nipples, and rub your clit/jerk you off all while fucking you at the same time.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I honestly think he’s more on the serious side. And i don’t mean that as being stoic or anything. I just think he gets hyper focused on the experience, making sure you both feel good. There’s not a lot of room for jokes when he’s pounding you into the mattress.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Golden blonde like his hair. He keeps it trimmed neatly, but never fully shaved.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
You’d probably have to ask him for extra intimacy. Even though he loves you, he’s never really made-love to anyone. It was always just fucking. But he would totally enjoy being more sensual and soft if it’s something you talk to him about.
Though, let’s assume you are in a genuine relationship, but haven’t talked to him about taking things slower. I think he’d naturally do things like holding your hand, praise you, and kiss you all over to show his affection. Even if the sex itself is rough or fast, you still bring out that soft side in him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Very Often. Especially if you have a low sex drive (or just lower than his), he’d make up for it by jerking off daily and pretending it’s your hand. Or using a fleshlight and pretending it’s your ass/pussy.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Facials, voyer, public sex, edging, overstimulation, threesome, anal, creampies, cum eating, roleplay, cosplay (he’d def ask you to dress as his fav anime characters at least once).
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Living room couch, the possibility of getting caught is exciting. That also goes for other public places. Like dressing rooms, bathrooms, in your car, against the walls in the mansion hallway, etc…
The shower and his bed are your usual spots tho.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Everything about you. The way you walk, the way you talk, your laugh, he’s seriously obsessed with you and your beauty.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sounding, ageplay, scat, vomit, etc… All of the usual turn offs lmao. Generally anything thats more pain than pleasure also.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers receiving, but he’ll happily go down on you too. He’s pretty skilled, and gets better everytime. He mentally takes notes of what things get the most noise out of you and repeats it or uses it later to make you cum faster.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually on the rough and fast side, if you ask him though, he’ll take his time with you more often and let his intimate side show in bed.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves them. He’d be down to have a quickie anywhere, anytime.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes. He’ll try almost anything once, just tell him your fantasies and he’ll try his best to make it reality.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He doesn’t last a super long time. But he can go for multiple rounds to make up for it. And if you want him to, he’ll keep going until you’re both shaking and crying (of pleasure) from the overstimulation.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He absolutely owns at least one pocket pussy. Probably some vibrators and plugs too. He’d happily use anything you wanted on either of you.
One of his fantasies would be fucking you from behind and using a vibrator on your clit/tip.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
The biggest tease in the world. If he really wants to be a dick about it, he’ll spend the whole day randomly doing things he knows will turn you on, just to play dumb and then leave you feeling needy and frusterated. Making you wait until that night to give you some relief. Not that he’ll make it easy, you’ll most likely be edged to the point of tears and begging before he lets you cum.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Very vocal! Loud moans and whimpers, heavy breathing, grunting, you name it. Especially when he gets into dirty talk. If he’s getting close, nearly every other word gets broken up with high pitched whimpers, loud moans, and heavy exhales. If you’re the type who relies a lot on sounds to get off, you’ll have no problems when you’re with him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He would definitely want you to give him a footjob at some point.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Average size and girth. About 5.5-6”. Curved upwards a bit.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high. Expect to be fucking at LEAST once a day, even if it’s just oral or mutual masterbation. Though that doesn’t mean one round, he’ll probably wanna go at least 2-3 times in a row if he’s feeling needy.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He tries not to, but half the time he passes out almost immediately afterwards.
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Random things about your Future Spouse
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It can resonate with you instead of ur FS too.
Pile 1:
Initials: R, T (highly possible), A, V
Sun Signs : Scorpio ♏, Taurus ♉, Aquarius ♒
Dominant element: none!
Number: 1, 2, 6, 12, 26, 16, 21, 11, 22; (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: January, February, June, November, December; (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
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Imp. colour: Sky blue, Red; (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to pile 3? This is ur sign to check that out.
Pile 2:
Initials: I, O, E, U, L; (they can have 3 or more vowels in their name)
Sun sign: Gemini ♊, Libra ♎, Leo ♌
Dominant element: Air
Number: 2, 5, 20, 25, 22; (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: February, May; (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
Love Marriage
Imp. colour: Orange, Turquoise; (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to pile 3/4? This is ur sign to check that out.
Pile 3:
Initials: H, L (highly possible), F, A
Sun sign: Aquarius ♒, Gemini ♊, Leo ♌
Dominant element: Air
Number: 1, 3, 9, 11, 13, 19, 31 (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: January, March, September, November (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
Love Marriage
Imp. colour: Purple, Pink (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to ANY other pile? This is ur sign to check that out too.
Pile 4:
Initials: C, Z, F, M, K
Sun sign: Aries ♈, Sagittarius ♐, Libra ♎
Dominant element: Fire
Number: 5, 6 (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: May, June (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
Arrange Marriage
Imp. colour: Red, Pink (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to pile 2/3? This is ur sign to check that out.
Disclaimer:
Take what resonates, leave that doesn't.
It will not match with everyone.
Mehndi images are from Pinterest. The moodboard is made by me.
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