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teyamsatan · 1 year

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This one is a bit smutty...Just a little lol. But !

Okay ! Imagine Neteyam being passed the title as the new olo'eyktan (Just to say that I have no idea when it is done. Like at a certain age or if mate is preg ? I don't know :P)

Him being very very stressed and all. So... they haven't been doing it for a moment (He's not really it the mood). And like one time, in the middle of the night he wakes up with a huge and hard one (He tries to ignore it but of course it doesn't work). He's like really needy and desperate to relief himself but for some reason he refuses to do it alone. Shortly after his mate wakes up because she feels him moving on the mat and hears muffled breathings (panting). And the rest is up to you !

It's kinda kinky haha :× Some slight subby Nete and maybe soft dom in the end :3

Anyways have sweet dreams tonight 💕🌌😴🌙And love your writing ! Muah*

this kinda got away from me hahahah

thank you bby, i really loved this actually! hope you enjoy x

wc: 1.8k words

warnings: smut (p in v, oral - m receiving, squirting, switch!Neteyam, overstimulation, choking) 18+ minors DNI

After some 20 years of incredible rule, it was finally time for Jake to step down as Olo'eyktan. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of going on, it was that it was more and more obvious by the day that Neteyam was ready. He was ready to step in his father's shoes, he was ready to fulfil the destiny that he was born into, that he had worked for tirelessly, every day of his 20 year long life. His father had no doubt in his mind that he would be the best clan leader the Omatikaya had ever seen, a sentiment shared among most of the villagers.

You were incredibly proud of your mate. He was the youngest Olo'eyktan the Omatikaya ever had, and he was more than raising to the challenge. It was an honour to be his mate, it was a privilege watching him be the person you always knew he was, the leader everyone had reason to look up to, the man of your dreams.

Unfortunately, the praise, the title and the status also came with so much burden, so much stress and responsibility, it was hard for either of you to keep up, hard for him to navigate, to find a balance. So recently, Neteyam has been distant and withdrawn, burying himself in work and strategies, being the first one to rise and the last one to sleep. He wanted to be a good leader, and he believed that a good leader should be an example for his people, should be the one that works the hardest, should be the one that continuously strives to be better and do better for his clan.

You barely saw him anymore, much less spent time with him, felt him, touched him, had him. You refused to intervene, though. Neteyam was a well of depth sometimes even you weren't capable enough to swim in, and you knew that when he was ready to talk to you, to let you in, he would. He always did, eventually. He just needed time.

Neteyam was exhausted. Turns out he owed his dad a million apologies for all the times he thought him cold, or unwieldy, or detached from reality or his family. Turns out he was just worried, and stressed and feeling the overbearing weight of so many lives depending on him to lead, to choose, to make the best decisions, and that was no easy task. Neteyam missed you. He felt guilt and sadness enwrap him tightly at the thought. He's always had time for you. You were his priority always, and yet he knew he didn't make good on that recently.

You have always been so in love with each other, so obsessed with each other, so into each other that the rest of the world felt middling and insignificant by comparison. Neteyam could pinpoint the stars in the sky in your eyes, the thrill of tumultuous waters in the colour of your skin, the bioluminescent beauty of Pandora in your eyes, the transcending comfort of the earth in the colour and feel of your hair. You were his world. You encapsulated everything he loved about it, about life, and he loved you, he needed you, he craved you more than he'd ever be able to describe.

The thought of you as he drifted off to sleep led him to dream about you, his mind transposing him to a reality he desired desperately, but which time didn't allow at the moment. He felt you, your taut, lean body writhing underneath him as his hands trailed it hungrily, as his lips claimed your mouth, as he took orgasm after orgasm, the lewd sounds escaping you music to his ears. The dream dissipated slowly, much to his disappointment, leaving him a panting mess, his cock twitching, hurting against his now too-tight loincloth.

"Fuck."

You were fast asleep in Neteyam's arms, your soft, steady breaths the only thing that could be heard in your shared tent. Your ass was pressed snugly against Neteyam's groin, furthering his pain and incessant need to just take you and fuck you until you both passed out in exhaustion, blissfully spent.

The sound of quiet moans woke you up from your dream-filled slumber, wet dreams haunting your mind recently, the only way you got to experience the release you needed desperately. Your eyes widened slightly when you realised the dream spilled onto your reality, and the sounds came from your mate, who seemed like he was in pain. You turned around hurriedly, only to find him sprawled on his back, long slender fingers wrapped around his thick length. The heat you felt within your womb spread like wildfire all within you, awakening your senses and focusing them on him, on his beautiful face contorted in pain, on his pheromones that inundated your nostrils, on the way the pronounced veins running down his arm were more accentuated with the grip he had on his cock, and God, what an incredible sight that was. Your mouth filled with saliva taking it all in, at the memories of all the times his dick made you see stars, at the thought of how he would again tonight, after so long of being without it. He was a god among men, and you had him. You owned him. Maybe it was time he was reminded of it.

"Neteyam... if you needed help, all you had to do was ask."

His moans increased in volume as you wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping him with slow, languid motions. He was rock hard under your touch, white liquid pooling at the tip, and you couldn't help but accept the silent invitation, bringing your lips to it and kissing him softly, throbbing deep inside of you at the way he was coming apart at the seams around you.

"Baby, please..."

"Patience, my love."

You took as much of his impressive length in your mouth as you could, feeling him deep in your throat, eyes watering as the pressure made you gag slightly. You started a slow, purposeful bob of your head, taking your time, feeling every vein, every ridge, every striation of his cock, learning him by heart, imprinting him in your mind. You loved this man, and as much as you loved when he rutted into you like an animal in heat, there was nothing that compared to the thrill of the power that came with seeing him putty in your hands, in your mouth, in you. As the ache you felt continued to rear its ugly head, you let go of him with a small pop and straddled his thighs, aligning yourself easily and rubbing his tip in between your soaked folds, moaning at the contact, craving the way he filled you up in the way only he ever could.

Your synced gasps made your cunt clench around him as you lowered yourself slowly, until you bottomed out, until you could feel him deep in you, so deep that a small bump was formed in your abdomen, that you revelled at, that you wanted him to. You took his hand in yours and placed his palm on the spot, moaning at you started grinding on him leisurely.

"Feel that, my love? Feel how deep in me you are, how good you fill me up? I feel your cock in my guts, baby."

You felt the growl he released deep in your soul, its intensity leaving you breathless, and you allowed the feeling to overtake you, as the atmosphere in the room changed suddenly, and so did his demeanour. Your words snapped something in him, because his eyes darkened so much, you could barely see any discernable yellow in them anymore, and you barely registered the way he grabbed you roughly and flipped you until you were on your back, his cock still buried inside you. You gasped loudly at the way your body made contact with the ground and at his look, feral and untamed, and it would have scared you if it wasn't so fucking hot, so primal and raw, so erotic and so, so necessary. His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed until there was no air in your lungs anymore, until your head went dizzy, until your insides churned in need.

"You make me fucking crazy. How did I go so long without your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock, huh?"

Without warning, he starts a ruthless pace, knocking you back with every animalistic thrust, keeping you in place roughly by your throat, until your cervix was battered and bruised, until you came around him once, twice, three times. You were crying from overstimulation, from the high of the intermittent asphyxiation, from how his brutal actions were antithetic to his gentle caress of your cheek or the occasional peck on the forehead in between orgasms.

"Neteyam, I can't anymore -"

"Yes, you can, my love. One more. Just one more and then you can sleep. You're doing so well for me, baby."

He brought a hand to your thighs, bringing them over his shoulders and the new angle was allowing him to drag his cock on your G-spot repeatedly, making your vision blurry and your core throb yet again, the familiar feeling pooling in you once more, more acute than any of the previous. His thumb was circling your clit, and the pressure was too much, it was so good, it was heaven and hell, it was everything and not enough.

"There you go, baby, I can feel you squeezing my cock again. You gonna milk me? You gonna be a good girl and take my cum, let me fill this pretty pussy up? Gonna smell like me for a whole week, huh?"

"Y-yes, fuck yeah!"

"You like having my cum drip down your thighs for all the village to see, huh? Like everybody knowing you're getting fucked by the Olo'eyktan?"

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at his words and you squirted all over your mate as the most intense orgasm you've ever had in your life washed over you, leaving you convulsing around him until your body was limp and your mind blank. He came with a moan, ropes of thick cum painting your pink walls and spilling down your ass and onto the fabric of your mat. He didn't pull out, not for a long time, collapsing on top of you instead, kissing your face and down your neck softly, like a whisper or warm hug. You loved how he was the best of both worlds, how he cherished you, how he always made sure you were ok, how he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, about how amazing you were, about how well you did for him, how you were his world and his brightest star, the love of his life, the best thing that has ever happened to him.

You were both spent and on the brink of sleep when you spoke serenely.

"So... did you only want to become Olo'eyktan so you can use that line on me or...?"

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druidrot · 4 months

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Okay 1 and 13 from the sultry prompts list feel VERY Gale to me, if that inspires you at all!

Your honor, based on provided evidence the jury has come to the conclusion that Gale Dekarios is indeed guilty of being a munch. Not actual smut but like pretty damn suggestive. It borders on it. It’s dirty. Don’t talk to me 😭😭

Real talk I’m sorry this has sat in my drafts for so long. Anon, you deserve better but work has been draining lately and tonight for some reason was the night my mind decided to work. Anyways muah i love u thank u for requesting, i hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Gale Dekarios x Reader

Prompts:

1. A kiss to the thigh

13. You are constantly finding new ways to surprise me.

Rating: Explicit - MDNI

warnings: foreplay, like lots of it. this came out a lil worship-y but gale is a fucking loser and I’m so weak to that shit. i say that with the most love but 😭😭. allusions to good ole’ cunillingus babey!

unsure of the word count

Gale takes his time tonight.

There is no urgency in his actions, no desperation–just pure, unadulterated adoration. His hands are gentle against your skin, soft, like too much pressure might shatter you like glass. He is resolute though, driven, unyielding in the face of his desire for you. He knows exactly how to touch you; he knows exactly where to touch you. It's like your body was made to be known by him, to be loved by him.

You sit comfortably in the big armchair he has nestled in his study, legs spread wide to accommodate his frame. He is kneeled before you like a man devoted; like a man pious, besotted and yearning for you . He looks so very hungry when he turns his gaze up to meet yours, though his smile is soft, beckoning, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. You answer his smile with one of your own, smoothing a hand through his hair as he begins to creep his hands under your dressing gown.

"I will never tire of this," he murmurs, reverent, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your knee. "I will always be starved for you, my star. I will never have enough; there will never be enough to satiate the hunger you inspire.”

You can’t help the silly, lovesick grin that pulls at your lips. To you, he is breathtaking in his want for you, unabashed and proud. You love the way he loves you, so fully, so complete, like this is what the two of you were made to do together. It is intense, all-encompassing, makes your insides twist and turn.

“You spoil me rotten,” you whisper, all sweet smile laced with heavy-handed desire. “I burn for you, Mr. Dekarios. You make me ache.”

He offers a punched-out sound, a chuckle, and his molten eyes darken in the heat of his want. His kisses grow heavy, then, hot where they land on your skin, teasing where they trail up and up and up…

“You are my renewal and ruin all at once,” he breathes, sticky with need. “I am lost to you, my darling. Eternally lost to you.”

You mewl, tangling your fingers in his chestnut hair. “Show me, my love. Show me how you love me.”

He grins a wickedly handsome smile, pressing another hard kiss to the soft flesh of your thigh. He bites down gently, teasingly, basking in the sultry moan that rumbles in your chest.

“Gale,” you urge, pleadingly. “Let me see how lost you are. Let me see what I do to you.”

He squeezes the flesh of your opposite thigh, tongue laving over the little indents his teeth left in your skin. His eyes are sharp, heavy with lust, and you think you might drown in their depths forever.

“How desperate you are,” he teases, hands now moving to push the fabric at your hips up higher and higher. You can only sink further into his touch as his intentions become clear.

“You are constantly finding new ways to surprise me,” he muses, eyes locked on your pleading gaze. “I sometimes forget how eager you are to have me. But no matter, my star. I will happily oblige your desire to be tasted.”

You can only gasp, body pliant, mind foggy, already drunk on him as you surrender to the heat of his mouth.

#hehehehe leave me alone #gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader #gale dekarios fanfiction #bg3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 x reader #reader insert #rottie writes

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yaekiss · 1 year

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qi. qi. I know you see my poly posts, so I need your thoughts on tighnari and cyno. especially top tighnari (bc that's my preference) and bottom cyno. I wanna make out with him while tighnari watches until he can't restrain himself and joins us.

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꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Cyno x Dom! Top! Tighnari, no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cock, Tighnari Cyno reader polycule realness, threesome (reader and Tighnari spitroast Cyno), sex toy (used on Cyno), blowjobs (reader receiving from Cyno), edging (Cyno receiving), reader is a lil mean, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: HIIIII ANDI! Thank you for waiting RAHHH this one took a while to write ;;; Hope you enjoy it hehe! I dropped a lil cameo for you somewhere, think of it as a kiss from me to you muah! ;3

In the dim lantern light of the room, Cyno’s eyes glint a shimmering ruby red.

You’ve barely started but it seems that the presence of a certain forest ranger sitting nearby in the corner, eyeing him down, has an effect on the usually intimidating General Mahamatra. There’s a faint buzzing as the bullet vibrator taped to the tip of his already hard dick works away at the lowest setting, enough to provide stimulation but just shy of giving Cyno any real satisfaction. But there is great satisfaction to be found in the way he grips the sheets, brows furrowed as he reigns in his desires, trying to stay in control of his senses. A quick glance to Tighnari reveals that he’s no better, tail swishing as his sensitive hearing picks up each and every one of Cyno’s breathy pants.

“C’mere Cyno,” beckoning him closer to you, he obeys and shifts away from the edge of the bed and nearer to you until the only thing separating the two of you is a hair’s width and candlelight. You lean in first, capturing his lips in a kiss but he’s the one to deepen it, messily lapping at your lips as he chases for the taste of you, even if it’s sweeter than sugar. The kiss is purposefully, explicitly, loud as the both of you make out while Tighnari watches on, riled up and turned on by the indecent display and even more lewd noises.

Cyno is kind enough to let your hands roam over his toned body, sliding them down from his waist to happily grab and grope at his lean muscular thighs. Your fingers ghost over the base of his erect cock and he sucks in an intake of air at the sensation. A click, then a beep rings through the air and the vibrator starts humming away at a higher speed. Cyno’s cock jolts and he lets out a low groan at the increased stimulation. You look up to Tighnari who’s holding the controller to the toy in his hand.

“Can’t let you have all the fun,” he simply says.

“Touch- ugh… -me, please,” Cyno pleads and the grip he has on your thighs snaps your attention back to him, making you focus solely on the task at hand (him!). There’s beads of precum already forming at his tip, glistening as it starts drooling down the sides.

Cooing, you wrap one of your hands around his base as the other goes to thumb at his sensitive slit. It spurts more as you toy with him, his fingers clutching even harder on your thighs with each languid stroke up and down his length. His breathing grows ragged and shallow and his own muscles tense as he approaches his climax. But you don’t speed up your motions, still working his cock at the relaxed pace you started with, making sure he gets so pent up but stopping just exactly before the edge of tipping over. “Bastard,” Cyno thinks in between muddled thoughts.

Another click and a beep before the vibrator changes speeds and whirs at its third and highest setting. Cyno throws his head back with a loud gasp at the sudden assault of pleasure, cumming for the first time tonight, coating your hand with his sticky spend. You revel at the splatter of white against his tummy and you move in, diving down to lick a stripe up his abdomen and collecting his cum in your mouth, then tilting his head to kiss him yet again, making him savour his own taste. Cyno’s eyes squeeze shut at this as you lock lips, he moans desperately against your lips, a mixture of his own drool and cum dripping down his chin. The kiss is a frenzied mess with the toy still (miraculously) taped to his dick and still mercilessly buzzing despite the fact that he just came. “Ughn! Ah-! S- sss! -sensitive!” The poor male hisses out in the breaths he steals between kisses.

“It’s a shame Tighnari’s missing out huh? Don’t you want him to please you too?” Whispered coyly against his ear, your hot breath caresses his cheeks and he frantically nods at your words, a searing need and desire flooding through his veins.

“Call him over then.” Your tone is devilish, and your suggestion even more sinful.

Despite Cyno’s best efforts, all he manages to get out are broken moans interspersed with raspy gasps of “Please!”s and “Tighnari!”s. You tut at his pathetic efforts with mock disappointment.

“Is that all you can say, General Mahamatra? Come on, love. Try a little harder, hmm?” Your fingers trace over a vein on his cock before Cyno watches them undo the tape that’s holding the vibrator to his tip at an agonisingly slow pace - a warning to edge him even longer tonight.

With your threat, he chokes back a wail and focuses just enough to babble out, “Please- uh! I neeeed! you ‘Nari! Mmmph!”

There’s a screech of a chair and a flurry of dark green fur as Tighnari comes rushing over at Cyno’s plea. Gloved hands immediately wrap around his cock, the cum from his previous orgasm makes it easier for Tighnari to jerk him off and it only takes a few seconds for Cyno to cum again, hips jackrabbiting up into Tighnari’s hands as a loud keen leaves his lips.

“Tsk. Didn’t we agree that we wanted to help Cyno get his mind off of work tonight?” The ranger directs a glare at you but there’s no real heat behind his eyes, just impatience and a bubbling lust to finally get started tonight.

“Ha! Look at him now, I think the only thing he has on his mind is the two of us wrecking him!” True to your words, Cyno’s pupils are dilated and rolled far back into his head, still shuddering on the bed from the waves of pleasure from his second climax.

“I’m going to prep you, alright?” Tighnari asks gently as he clicks the controller back to the second speed setting. Slowly, Cyno’s mind clears from the dizziness and when he hums out an agreeing tone, Tighnari reaches over to the bottle of oil on the nightstand. He removes his gloves using his teeth, slicking up his fingers with the liquid. (To which you wolf whistle because hey, Cyno’s not the only one who gets to enjoy Tighnari. He just laughs and rolls his eyes at you.)

Nothing but gentle, Tighnari starts off with one finger, carefully, slowly opening Cyno up and getting him used to the stretch. It’s not long before Cyno starts rocking back against Tighnari’s finger, evidently unsatisfied, and since he’s feeling merciful tonight (unlike you), he quickly adds a second finger. As he preps Cyno, you busy yourself with kissing the man of the night, your hand snaking their way to his chest to tease at his nipples, relishing in the little blissful pants you steal from him with each pinch.

Soon, Tighnari deems Cyno sufficiently prepared when his fingers slide in without any resistance and the only protest from the white-haired male is to hurry and get on with it. Slicking up his own hard cock with the oil, he lines his head up against Cyno’s awaiting hole and pushes the tip in gingerly while checking for any signs of discomfort or pain on his face. When all he’s met with is a glazed-over look and a mouth hanging open, he feels his resolve to hold back dissipate.

“Looks like we have a slut on our hands tonight.” He punctuates his words with a slight roll of his hips and Cyno moans, loud.

“I’m… ‘m not- hhAH!” It’s definitely not helping that he’s trying to rut back down on Tighnari’s dick. How cute, a whore in denial.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me, love,” you coo out, and Cyno hurriedly shakes his head, “Think you can take me in your mouth?” Judging by the way his mouth instantly falls open, tongue lolling out with crimson eyes pleadingly looking up at you, he’s more than willing.

Guiding your length to his lips, he licks up the underside of your shaft, kissing and sucking on your tip before he takes you into his mouth. You sink into the warmth, and he’s careful enough to watch his teeth. He lets you fuck into his throat as Tighnari pounds into him, the sight is pure aphrodisia and you hiss at how good Cyno is being for the both of you, taking you and Tighnari at the same time.

“Fuck! He’s tightening up, I- ugh! -I’m close!” There’s a carnal edge to Tighnari’s voice, one that you understand fully with how you’re also close. Sharing a look with him, the two of you speed up at the same time, drawing out more babbles and incoherent noises from the man under you. Hooking an arm under Cyno’s knee, Tighnari throws it over his shoulder so that his cock is angled to hit Cyno’s prostate head on. Feeling extra mean, you swipe the controller from beside Tighnari and click it back up to the highest setting. (You laugh when his cock jolts.) The change in pace and position has Cyno howling without abandon, tears rolling down his face at the intense pleasure. Within mere seconds, the general is cumming once more, muscles drawing tight with creamy white spurting out.

A quick snap of Tighnari’s hips drives his cock deep into Cyno and with a guttural growl, he’s cumming into him. As Cyno feels the growing warmth from inside, he clenches down on Tighnari’s length and milks him for all he’s worth, locking his legs around him. At the same time, he moans around your cock and the resulting vibrations are all it takes for you to reach your peak. Grabbing onto his white hair, you push him down until you’re shooting your cum down his throat while his pupils roll back and disappear behind his lowered eyelids, as if savouring the taste of you. (He swallows, of course.)

After a bit, the both of you pull out (much to Cyno’s protests). The vibrator is removed by Tignari and thrown to a side as you help Cyno sit upright against the headboard of the bed. Tighnari’s load drips out of him and Cyno lets out a low groan at the sight. While Tighnari slips out of the room to grab some wet washcloths for everyone, you take the time to check up on Cyno, soothing and massaging away any aches or sores in his body.

It seems that tonight has taken quite a lot out of Cyno (his eyes are closing and he keeps dozing off with his washcloth in his hand), so Tighnari and you gladly help clean him up. While wiping away the sweat and cum from his skin, the two of you take turns peppering his face with tender kisses as he contently sighs out “thank you”s between drowsy yawns.

As the three of you settle into bed for the night, Cyno sleepily mumbles out, “Let’s have a spitroast for lunch tomorrow. Get it? Because the two of you just spitr-”

Tighnari cruelly smothers him with a pillow.

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aomine-ryo · 10 months

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Because I loved all of your make out stories, what would actually help global warming and hunger is Takao make out story ✨ where Takao and his s/o gets their first proper make out story bc Takao deserves the world as The Greenest Flag In KnB 🛐

I would die for Takao Kazunari so absolutely. Ty for making me write more for the best boy !! It’s a short one but hope you enjoy muah xx

Scenario: making out with Takao

- gender neutral reader

Takao’s favourite time was 1 a.m.. You’d think between school, training and being Midorima’s chauffeur, he’d be sound asleep at this time, but this was the time when the world went quiet. This was the time where it was just the two of you— no distractions.

You lived a walkable distance from Takao. It wasn’t close enough for him to deem you his neighbour, but if he were to just walk down the street and take a left turn, he’d be right at your door. Given this, sneaking into your bedroom at 1 a.m. had become the norm for him over the past two weeks. With his busy schedule, it was hard to find alone time with you. If he were to see you during the day, it would often be with other friends as well. So this was the only time he could spend with you and only you.

Unfortunately, the weather tonight was not in his favour. As he looked outside his bedroom window, he watched as the rain poured relentlessly into his backyard. If it were just the rain, he could’ve just stepped outside with his umbrella, but the wind was so strong that he could hear it without even opening his window. His umbrella wasn’t surviving that.

Takao looked down at the text you sent him, almost as if you could read his mind.

y/n: i don’t think you should come over tn. the weather is terrible :(

takao: it’s just a little rain, dw about it I’ll be there in five :)

y/n: wdym ‘just a little rain’?? ITS POURING

takao: pfft it’s just water. I’m stronger than water

You sighed at his response even though it had you grinning like an idiot. It was just like Takao to do something as silly as this. You decided to head downstairs as quietly as you could so that you could open the door for Takao when he does get here. Your parents were heavy sleepers so it wasn’t like they were going to wake up anyways, but it was good to be cautious.

You waited patiently for a few minutes until you heard a light tap on the door, a signal for you to open it for Takao. As the door slowly opened, you were greeted by the sight of your soaking wet boyfriend who looked like he’d been through hell and back.

“Oh my god, Takao!” you whisper shouted as you ushered him in, slowly closing the door behind you.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he shrugged, but it was obviously a lie. He wasn’t even wearing a raincoat. All he had on was a, now soaking, black hoodie and shorts— he was dressed as if it was just another day.

“Let’s get you dried up,” you just sighed in response, turning on your heel to head back upstairs to your room.

“What? You’re not gonna hug me? Weren’t you the one that said you missed me?” Takao grinned, opening his arms up and moving closer to you.

You quickly moved back, trying to get him as far away from you as possible. “I’ll give you a hug when you’re dry,” you said, keeping an eye on his every move.

“Well that’s no fun, come here,” Takao said, the most mischievous look in his blue eyes as he strode over to you. Much to your dismay, you were too slow to react to this, soon finding yourself in a fit of giggles as Takao enveloped you in a big, wet hug.

“Let me go!” you laughed, trying to keep your voice down as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Takao did as he was told after leaving a soft peck on your cheek, knowing the damage was already done. “Haven’t you missed me?” Takao smiled, tone more mocking than anything.

“Shut up, let’s go. I need to change now as well,” you rolled your eyes.

The two of you got to your room and you fished the clothes you had stolen from him out of your closet, handing him a towel to dry his hair with as well. You picked out a baggy T-shirt for yourself as well and you changed into it nonchalantly, Takao watching your every move in awe.

You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing, just didn’t expect you to be taking your shirt off this quickly,” he replied smoothly, making you blush.

“Shut up and get changed,” you chuckled, walking over and hanging your damp shirt on your clothes rack.

“Get changed? Can I have some privacy then please?” Takao said sarcastically.

“What? Do you want me to close my eyes?” You joked.

“Yes, thank you very much,” he said as a matter-of-factly.

“You’re kidding…”

“Go on then,” he looked at you expectantly.

“I’ve seen you na—”

“I’m waiting,” he cut you off, committed to the bit.

You let out a sigh as you sat down at the edge of your bed, putting your hands over your eyes.

“Thank you,” Takao said in a tone that made you want to slap the grin off his face.

You heard Takao shuffle around as he moved to take his clothes off. Admittedly, the curiosity got the best of you and you began to watch him through the gaps between your fingers. It should’ve been a crime for him to keep you from watching him. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you still went weak in the knees seeing him with his shirt off. His toned muscles, damp skin, veiny arms— magnificent. Not to mention he was still sporting the marks you left on his neck the night before. It was truly a sight.

“I know you’re peeping,” Takao said as he tightened the drawstring on his sweatpants, turning over to meet your eyes through your fingers.

“No I’m not,” you said immediately, though the smile on your face said otherwise.

You watched him walk towards you, his hands grabbing your wrists and moving them away from your face, bending over so his eyes were in line with yours. “I could feel you watching me, you perv,” Takao grinned, voice so low that you could feel it in your stomach.

“You can’t blame me when you look like that,” you replied, your eyes darting down the exposed skin of his upper body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Takao said, his lips now inches away from yours. A moment of silence passed by as you met with Takao’s steel blue eyes, your heart feeling like it was about to stop beating at any moment with the way he looked at you.

He soon closed the gap between you two, your lips colliding with each other’s with as much passion as your very first kiss. His touch was soft— it always was in the beginning. With the grip he still had on both your wrists, he slowly pushed you onto your bed, pinning your hands to either side of you as he bit on your bottom lip, eliciting a soft whine from you.

You felt Takao’s tongue slowly slide into your mouth, roaming the familiar territory as he comforted himself in the warmth of your soft lips. Takao’s hair was still damp. You could feel some of the cold, wet strands brush against your forehead as he hovered on top of you. You weren’t opposed to it though. The familiarity of his movements had you melting at his touch, the smell of his cologne reminding you of all the times he’s satisfied you, making your need for him grow stronger with each passing moment.

Takao’s hands released their grip on yours. Your hands instinctively moved to run through his wet locks while his fingers lightly traced over your clothed chest. His hands moved lower and lower, lips not losing contact with yours for even a second as his cold fingers slipped under your shirt. You took a sharp breath in at the sensation of his cold touch on your skin, and you could feel Takao smile against your lips.

He’d missed this. Yes, it had only been a day since he’s had you in this state last, but he could never get enough of it. The dark haired man pulled away from your lips for a moment, quickly directing himself to your neck, beginning to leave soft kisses that had you humming in approval. Takao’s hands made their way further down, fingers tracing over your shorts as he began to leave marks on your neck, your body growing more and more impatient for him. You knew he needed you just as bad, his hips slowly began to grind against you and you could feel him through the fabric of the sweatpants. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the feel of it.

Takao felt you buck your hips up in search of some friction and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction. He loved this. He loved drawing out his movements until you were a desperate mess underneath him. He loved hearing your soft little whines of frustration just like you were doing now.

“Kazu…” it was like music to his ears, “please.”

“Hm?” Takao hummed against your neck, playing dumb as he pulled away to look down at you with his sultry blue eyes. He didn’t have to say it, you knew he wanted you to use your words.

“I need more… please,” you whispered, aching for more of his touch.

“How could I ever say no to you?” he smiled, leaning down to press his lips against yours once more. There was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

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luvring · 2 years

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for @mouselungs — cove holden: dialogue 22, scenario 16, gn!reader “you can come closer, you know. i don't bite.” , person a (becomes flustered) seeing person b dressed formally for the first time

for my 2k follower event >:o

“they should be coming down soon.”

cove stops fiddling with his suit’s cuffs, his glances towards the mirror next to him immediately shooting towards the sound of liz’s voice.

“don’t let your jaw drop too far, lover boy,” she teases. she and your moms had decided to let him see you first before the others, all of them waiting outside the door, just to “make your lives a little easier.” she’s out the door before cove can try to retort or even be embarrassed—and then he hears you making your way down the stairs.

cove has seen you a lot. he's been flustered and surprised by many outfits over the years—he still remembers the first time you put on an anklet as if it were yesterday. but he could confidently say that this was the first time he's had his breath really taken away.

any compliment or coherent thought of his gets stuck in his throat, his breath hitching as you pause at the bottom of the steps. barely aware of your own stare, his gaze follows the outfit from your shoes up to your face, back down again, flickering at each detail and accessory.

it was so…you. that was the first thought he had. from the colour to the silhouette to the accessories you dawned—the outfit was so incredibly, wholly you. it was as if it was made for you to wear, and only you.

“you can come closer, you know. i don’t bite,” you tease him, having known he'd need a moment or two. cove's finally brought back to reality at the sound of your voice. his chest almost aches at the way your presence overwhelms him. he takes a step toward you, and then another. "i—"

he stutters. he tries again. "you…um. the—it—i really—" blinking quickly, cove breathes out a laugh at himself. an embarrassed but loving smile grows on his face. “you look…you look incredible.”

“thank you,” you reply. you take your time to look at the suit cove put on, and the new hairdo he said he would try. you tilt your head with a grin. “don’t look too bad yourself.”

he blushes and scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat before saying a soft thank you. part of him had forgotten he had dressed up himself and was suddenly hyper aware of how different this was to his usual attire. “i’m serious. i think everything suits you perfectly, and i’m really happy you found everything you wanted.”

the sincerity in his voice makes you pause and stare at him. unable to think of anything else, you thank him again and hope he feels the affection in your words. there’s a beat of silence as you continue to look at each other’s outfits for the evening, and deciding to have mercy, you loop your arm with his and change the topic. “so are you ready for tonight?”

cove’s recovered enough at this point that he smiles and interlocks his fingers with yours, lifting the back of your hand to leave a chaste kiss against your knuckles. your own surprise brings out a soft laugh from him before he finally responds. “as long as i have you? i’m always ready.”

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backandimbamon · 2 years

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i’ve missed you guys 🥹 finally updated dark seas, palm trees and mangoes! hope you enjoy, leave me kudos and a review if you did. hope you all are okay! muah muah!

“So what exactly are we pitching a tent for?”

They’re still in the Dominican Republic, enjoying their sunny days and humid nights before Bonnie calls on him to help with the structure of her sturdy little tent at sunset.

The beach is in front of them and the resort isn’t too far away with a tide low enough for her to set up comfortably on the expanse of slightly dampened sand. She presses at the humidity on her forehead absently while reviewing the instructions.

Damon has already made a vow to himself to be on his best behavior for at least the rest of their time in the DR. His mind has been so far in the gutter lately but luckily Bonnie’s spell released its hold on him around 1:27 this morning and well, he was in the shower for far too long.

He thinks that merely existing so close to him, Bonnie has a way of bringing the best and the worst out of him-what’s left of his humanity and the beast- but he always gets mixed up on which part is which.

However, today is the perfect day for him to make an active effort to control all parts of himself.

Zero hungry gazes. No physical or metaphorical boners. Not one naughty musing. He will be good if only to prove to himself that he can.

He can do this.

He chances a glance at Bonnie, her flyaways blowing in the ocean breeze. She looks pretty, and innocent, and like she would probably throw a shoe at him if she could hear his inner dialogue about her the other ninety percent of the time.

“I’ve always wanted to go camping.”

“On the beach?”

“What better view?” She gestures behind her to the orange and purple skies, the saltwater a perfect pink. “It looks like paradise.”

“I’ve had my fair share of camping with Stefan. Humans always taste a little better when you eat them with s’mores.”

“Wow, that is definitely demented.”

“Our emo phase, dare I say it.”

She shakes her head.

“Why give up a bed with its own area code for a sleeping bag?”

“It’s the principle. And you have to stay with me tonight since you’re my only lookout.”

He barks a laugh. “But the all-powerful Bennett witch needs no saving.”

“You’d like to think so, wouldn’t you?” She says it jokingly though the words linger in his mind almost as long as the taste of her lip gloss in his mouth.

Damon can probably count on one hand the amount of times the little witch has needed his help. His specialty was always messing things up anyway, but still…

When he thinks back, he can only recall Elena who needed the rescue, the only one with the big, orange raft. Elena whom he buckled in with the life jacket while everyone else sank around him. She is the only one he remembers writing SOS in the sand.

So what about Bonnie?

“Are you gonna help me or what?” She waves the creased paper of instructions in irritation before folding her arms across her chest, shaking him out of his musings. “Can’t you set this thing up in record timing?”

“And risk an estranged mortal finding out that I’m a…” Damon takes a pregnant pause and looks around him in angst. “…a vampire?”

Bonnie stares blankly.

“Tough crowd.”

The tent is smaller than she’d planned, from peering into it. Big enough that Damon can lay down comfortably but she can tell by looking at it that they’ll hardly be any space between them.

Damon clutches his chin in thought when he reviews their dilemma, before deciding on a sigh. “I guess you’ll just have to sleep on top of me.”

She rolls her eyes.

When they both crawl their way in, Bonnie feels odd. Like the one thing she’s been determined to escape has found its way through that little entrance arch and has no plan to leave. Like it’s the only thing holding up the tent now, bouncing around and through.

They’re sitting upright, Damon in his usual uniform of all black, Bonnie in a sundress, but their thighs are touching and it’s different from her teasing him for revenge. It’s different because before, there was space. Lots and lots of space. She could back away, come and go, tease, leave. Breathe. But now, in such a tight space, the only thing she breathes is Damon.

Not to mention, their vacation has created some sticky situations, made their bond a slippery slope, sometimes a tightrope. It’s obvious their relationship, (friendship,) has gotten complicated to say the least but when wasn’t it? And those ginormous vacation beds are big enough to bury the night’s emotions with the rising sun.

However…

In this tiny tent, there is no room to forget. She can’t help the feeling that the walls are pressing in on her, forcing her to acknowledge the charge that’s always been there between her and him.

Damon seems unaffected. Or not unusual to how he normally is- flirty, devil-may-care, kind of dastardly.

“Our little hut isn’t so bad.”

She lets out a lifeless chuckle and Damon’s eyes shoot to hers with a question wondering what might be wrong.

She looks away quickly for fear he can see the mango from Jamaica on her mind and how she wishes Damon had tasted if only to have their teeth, tongues and mouths on the same thing at once.

As with her cocktail, that flittering satisfaction she felt when he sipped from the same spot she had- the lightest imprint of her gloss bringing color to his lips. Damon returned the glass to her in a way that made their fingertips brush, (because how else can he return a champagne flute?) and an overwhelming impulse to lick the rim of the glass-right where he drank- bubbled up in her. The feeling came almost as fast as it went but the worse part was that he could provoke some animalistic urge within her without even knowing. She hated his undeterred ability to make a moment so average an aphrodisiac.

She wiggles her ankle as if it could rid her of the phantom feeling of his knuckles on her back tying her bikini straps, she blinks long enough to raise concern. Her pulse is jumping.

Damon leans forward and wraps his hand around her ankle to still her, offer some sort of peace, make her laugh with a comical look on his face like she’s batshit crazy, but she swears it takes every ounce of her being to stifle her groan. How pertinent of him to think he’s making the situation better when his hand around her ankle feels like a test.

Damn him.

If he hadn’t looked at her like he saw fireworks for the first time in his century-and-a-half life.

If he hadn’t pulled that jealous boyfriend act.

If he hadn’t enjoyed her angry aneurysms so much that even when he was on one knee in pain, the want in his eyes was enough to make her dizzy.

If he hadn’t said he loved her like that….

She puffs out a breath, humidity building under her breasts like her heart is sweating or something.

“I need air.”

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prentissluvr · 14 hours

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hello hello !! im this anon and yes i mean it !!! we don't have enough sam appreciators on this app :( you came in and saved the day !!!! you're my hero ,, mwuah <3

also, i was hoping you’d make a blurb/fic out of it but i just didn't wanna pressurize you because i’d also be down to discuss!!! hehe

alsooo “just wait till tonight, baby” ???? helloooo??? are u trying to kill me or what ,, im gasping for air and fighting for my life

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yay okay perfect!! it felt more like a req for a fic so i'm glad i did that!! i appreciate you not wanting to make me feel pressured, that's very sweet!! though you don't have to worry <33

I MEANNNN. i had to give us something, no??? HAHA don't worry i'm also fighting for my life, i can't explain what writing the fic did to me so i could ask the same question LOL

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honeytae · 2 years

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“You say the word, angel, and I’ll give it to you.”

*cough cough* erm…hi everyone. it’s been a bit but i’m back in my most natural form: being an absolute whore for kim taehyung. this was actually just going to be a domestic bliss drabble but then…you know…tae happened. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy! as always, feedback is much appreciated!

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 2k

warnings: explicit sexual content, read at your own risk.

This was, by far, the most treasured part of your day.

The time where you could finally draw the curtains, closing yourself off from the stresses of the outside world and freeing yourself from the responsibilities that came with others’ expectations.

Where you reunited with any semblance of peace, your personal safe space, Taehyung. You may even go as far as saying that climbing into bed with your lovely boyfriend was the highlight of any day you were lucky enough to be granted the opportunity.

When that bathroom light went off, you knew Taehyung was only moments away from shifting the bed with his weight and snuggling in behind you; much like he was already up to tonight.

“Missed you,” he mumbled into your neck, nuzzling his cold nose into the warm skin before pressing three little pecks of his lips to the spot.

“Oh? You did?” You teased, yelping as Taehyung pinched the skin of your hip in retaliation. Pressing your palm into the mattress, you maneuvred your body to instead face him, your favorite signature smirk greeting you as you settled back into the pillows.

“I missed you too,” You admitted, “how was your day?” you murmured, speech slightly muffled from the hand cushion you held beneath your cheek.

“Productive,” he said after exhaling a sigh, throwing an arm over your torso to pull you in closer to him. “Finished that track I told you about, started another one.”

His voice sounded gravelly and spent, proof and evidence of his strenuous day.

You reached up to tuck some of his soft hair behind his ear, causing him to smile as he watched you dote over his lengthy tresses.

He was fully aware of the effect he had on you, and loved to push you over the edge. Growing his hair out just became a part of that game over the course of your relationship.

“Mm, that’s really good. ‘M so proud of you,” you responded sleepily, stifling a yawn at the end of your sentiments.

“Thanks,” he whispered shyly, scrunching his features as you gently puckered your lips against the soft skin of his cheek, letting out an exaggerated ‘muah’ along with the motion.

“How was yours?” He quickly deflected, making you hold back a chuckle at the endearment swimming in your heart for the man.

“It was fine,” you shrugged, squirming when Taehyung once again pinched your hip for your lack of elaboration.

“Ah, fine! Work was okay, kind of the same,” you answered, pausing for a moment before mentioning, “There was some drama at lunch though, I’ll tell you about it when I’m more awake.”

“Oh? Can’t wait to hear it,” He commented, a bit of amusement present in his tone.

The truth was, he really counted on hearing about it later. Tae was fully invested in your life, and catty fights at work were definitely a part of it.

You were quite literally the couple that filled each other in on everything. And you thoroughly enjoyed it; seeing a laidback man such as Taehyung with his legs kicked out in front of him on the couch, clutching a bottle of soju in one hand and your own appendages in the other as he intently listened to every word you shared, eyes widening at certain details of the story.

You swept your finger across the man’s eyebrow, a sign of affection that allowed him to lean forward to nuzzle his face into your neck.

Sleepy kisses on the skin there soon switch to suction from his velvety lips, sending shivers down to your toes when his tongue pokes out from his lips to suckle on your pulse point.

What started as a sleepy cuddling session was quickly headed elsewhere, Tae slotting his thigh between your legs and bringing you impossibly closer to the edge of sanity.

“Mm,” you sighed, wrapping an arm around his head to scratch at his scalp, soft tendrils tickling your palm as he leaned more into your touch.

“Baby,” he breathed, “how tired are you?” he drawled, hand caressing over your torso, bringing the light fabric of your t-shirt up over your skin to rest his palm on your tummy.

In place of a verbal response, you craned your neck to look down at him, the desire swimming in his irises making you clamp your thighs together.

He smirked at the action felt against his leg, happily letting you guide his face to your own to crash your lips together in a rather desperate move. You moaned as his tongue pushed past your lips, tangling hotly with your own.

Gasping as he lifted his thigh to press up into your core, the friction caused you to grip onto his rippled back muscles. What the fuck possessed this man to start lifting?

“Not so tired, anymore,” You panted against his lips, Taehyung’s jaw falling open when you drifted your hand down to palm him through his sweatpants. Smirking at his reaction, you fiddled with the drawstrings until the waistband loosened around his tummy.

Tae watched you closely, trying to anticipate your next move but not at all being able to suppress his reaction once you did.

He let out a shaky breath as you snuck your hand down his underwear, letting his forehead fall onto your own as you wrapped your fingers around his half-hard cock. Lazily bringing your hand up and down his length, you pressed feather-light kisses across his heated cheeks, swiping the pad of your thumb across his sensitive cockhead.

“Fuck, yeah,” He sucked a breath in through his teeth, warmth spreading through your body in response, feeling very much proud of yourself that you could draw out these reactions out of him.

Your smugness didn’t go unnoticed by the man, effectively wiping the expression off of your face when he dug his hand down your underwear, fingertips dipping through the pool between your folds and landing on your clit with ease.

“Already so wet, sweetheart? I haven’t even touched you,” he chuckled, choking a bit on his words when you squeezed your hand around the base of his cock.

“N-not my fault. You s- sound sexy,” you barely got out, breathless as Tae pulled, pinched, and rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

You moaned his name as he scraped his nail against the sensitive bud, feeling his cock grow harder in your palm in response to the sound.

“You should hear yourself,” he mumbled under his breath, focusing on dousing his fingers in your arousal enough to dip two of them into your leaking entrance at once.

“Tae-mmmph,” you whined as your lips were once again taken by his, mewling when he bit down on your bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth.

You powerlessly allowed Taehyung to properly roll you under him with a push of his hand against your shoulder, wet kissing sounds echoing around the bedroom.

“You’re so hot,” he panted, groping your boobs over the thin sleeping shirt draped over your upper half, dipping his head down to suck on your pert nipple through the fabric, “fucking perfect.”

You could barely put words together as Taehyung thrusted his fingers into your pussy, rubbing the rough spot of your walls as he flicked his wrist over and over again. The heel of his palm ground against your clit dizzied your mind, stuttering over his name as you clamped your thighs around his wrist.

“Fuck me, please,” you begged, helplessly thrusting your hips into his hand as he tried to pull away.

“Do you want my hand or my cock? You say the word, angel, and I’ll give it to you.” He crooned, attaching his mouth to your jaw, sucking a red bloom into the skin as you picked up your hands actions, jerking his length for emphasis.

“Your cock, Tae.”

You sounded pathetic, begging for him like that. It honestly would’ve made you feel embarrassed in any other relationship, but Taehyung loved every moment of it. It was evident by the prideful smirk on his face as he withdrew his hand from your panties, tugging the garment down and off your legs.

You fully expected Taehyung’s face to resume hovering over yours, so when he started shuffling down your body, you began to pick your head up off the pillow in confusion.

Gasping as you suddenly felt Taehyung’s tongue dip between your folds, you pinched your eyebrows together in pleasured agony, tossing your head back as your hands flew to the back of his head nestled between your thighs.

“Fuck, Tae!” You whimpered as his nose nudged your clit, tongue teasingly flicking inside your quivering entrance.

“You feel like you’re gonna cum on my tongue,” he commented, lapping up your juices with a greedy tongue.

Pushing your upper half off the mattress with your elbows, you met his eyes with a definitive shake of your head.

“No, Tae, I want-”

“I know, honey,” he assured, ending his teasing as he sat up on his knees, tucked his thumbs into his sweats and brought his boxers down with them.

“I just couldn’t help myself,” he smiled, your arousal still glimmering on his lips in the dim light of your bedroom. The sight had you clenching your thighs together once more, throbbing heat erupting from the teased area.

You waited eagerly as Tae kicked his clothes off the bed, caging your body with his arms as he lowered himself atop your frame.

Dipping down, he kissed you once more, this time being much gentler with his actions as he lightly suckled your bottom lip.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hard cockhead prying at your entrance, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lined himself up perfectly before moving his hips forward to insert his length, inch by inch.

“Fuck, me,” you swore at the stretch, Taehyung laughing shakily at your chosen words.

“That’s the intention,” he joked, your stomachs shaking against each other’s as you giggled into each other’s mouths.

“You can move,” you nodded, giving the awaited permission after a moment of Taehyung holding himself there, bottomed out for you to accommodate his girth.

“Okay,” he murmured, tipping his chin to press a peck to the tip of your nose before drawing his hips back, a squelching sound accompanying his movements as he pushed himself back in.

Your fingers rested on the hair at his nape, supporting his neck with one hand while the other cupped his slim waist, encouraging his movements with small, manageable bucking motions of your hips.

Your desire for Taehyung was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. A fire blazed in your chest whenever he was near, whenever he spoke, laughed, or even looked at you.

So being able to have this kind of intimacy with the man blew your head out of the water, your mind empty and mouth unable to give life to any intelligent thought.

To be fair, your mouths were both hung open in exhaled sighs and moans, getting off on each other as you stared into each other’s crazed pupils.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taehyung picked up the pace, the sound of his balls repeatedly hitting your ass causing competition with his distressed voice.

“Taehyung,” you moaned, your orgasm quickly approaching, something he caught onto immediately as he felt your walls flutter non-stop around his throbbing cock.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, watching you limply nod your head in agreement, deep moans spilling out of his lips as he brought his hand down between your legs to pay attention to your clit.

“Where?” He asked you, slowing the pumping of his hips down for a moment to let you think.

“Inside,” you moaned, watching as Taehyung’s eyes practically rolled back into his head at your answer.

Resuming his previous pace, he rolled his hips into yours again and again, your pussy swallowing his length each time and trying to cling onto it.

Fire burned in the pit of your stomach as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, high-pitched noises spilling from your lips as your hand desperately squeezed his bicep.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you announced with a whine, Taehyung dutifully working you through your orgasm as your fluids leaked out around his cock, the tightening of your walls around him being the final straw before he splashed his warm load onto your walls.

Chests heaving, you both tried to catch your breath, leaning into each other’s embrace as you came down from the euphoria thrumming through your bodies.

Rolling over onto his side, Taehyung slid his softening cock out of your entrance, pulling your spent body with him as he laid on his back.

Taehyung’s fingers ghosted over your spine as he hugged you to him, wordlessly trailing them up and down to soothe you back to a relaxed state.

“So,” he started, “what happened at lunch?”

Laughing at his sudden and genuine curiosity, you picked your head up off of his chest to look up at him, taking a moment to appreciate his stunning features before beginning to share the details of your coworkers spat.

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kshira · 3 years

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omgomg okay how abt them being whiny with mikey, kazu and the haitani brothers 👉🏼👈🏼

if you do this thank you so much bryce ily muah <3

WHINY ❁ NEEDY BOYO

ft. mikey, kazutora, ran, rindou

tw. fem!reader, praise, creampie, hand!job, slight somnophilia, these boys are needy and whiny

an. ily!! i hope you like it!! <3

❁ MIKEY

even though mikey is breathing it’s honestly not enough—small pants slip through his swollen lips, parting when another upcoming gasp filters through his lungs. “keep goin’ angel, please” mikey whines, your hips roll against his lap—he’s sensitive, the tip so sore and blistering red, he’s came so much but mikey is needy tonight, he wants more and are you really in any position to say no? “just one more, wanna cum one more time princess.” mikey looks at you with a look of painted sorrow, like his life depends on him cumming in your cunt again, your hands build around his face cooing at him when he mindlessly ruts harder in your heat. chasing the inevitable, he knows it’s within reach fingertips finding your hair and pulling your hot mouth on his “you’re so fuckin’ perfect” he mumbles through your lips, his hands sinking into your hips and bouncing you harder on his cock. left breathless again mikey begins to unravel, the oxygen choking in his lungs when his leaky cock throbs for what feels like the millionth time against your velvet walls, your cunt milking and sucking him in until finally he colors your insides with white ribbons. left without air to breath, your high pitched moans give his dried out lungs the suffice to keep him gasping and wanting to cum in your pussy, one more time.

❁ KAZUTORA

he feels like it’s desperation at this point, subtly rutting into your ass as you laid beside him—softly snoring to the beat of the television playing in the background. kazutora is so needy right now, he wants to feel you so bad, be inside you but he’s never been good at this, so touch starved and tiptoeing over the fact of how much he craved your touch. “princess, please” kazutora hushed voice laying across your ear, painfully hard bulge twitching when you yawn, arms stretched and more importantly brushing your ass against him. glimpses of your boyfriend trickle in your vision, the strands of his hair color his face, golden orbs swelling with tears “need you so bad.” it’s cute honestly, listening to his heavy pants drift behind your back, hands coming up to claw in the skin, it’s even cuter turning over and gripping your boyfriend’s cock hard through his pants, the audible gasp he whines out. “stop teasing angel, wanna—” kazutora looks up from long lashes, “want you to make me cum.” and it’s like a swell throbs your heart, his plea and only you can do it? and why are your thighs clenching together so hard right now? “yeah—j-just that that, fuck” kazutora throws his head on your shoulder when you pull him from his fabric prison and drop a line of spit down his angry tip, slowly pumping it, his eyes mesmerized by the tightness your grip has on him, pumping him till he’s tasting the orgasm on his tongue. you can feel how hard he truly is, bucking into your hand at every stroke, heavy sighs leaving his lips “g-gonna cum princess” kazutora muffles through your shoulder, sticky white colors your skin and pretty cries slip from his lips. kazutora nuzzles his face to your lips, playing a soft kiss on you “always my good girl, and make me feel so good.”

❁ RAN

“what was that princess? i can’t hear you” ran teases from above you, brushing stray hairs from your face “i know you can be so much louder.” ran pokes your nose for amusement, snapping his hips harder ripping a moan from you; for his own amusement. your whimpers and mewls flood the room when your boyfriend keeps the pace up drilling in your messy hole. but it’s not enough, ran wants to hear you get even louder. “baby, c’mon be louder—for me?” ran pouts now, puckering his lip out and playing a childish tune, your body twitches at his ruthless strokes he bends over to cut the space shared between you “i need to hear you” he whispers, crashing his lips on yours. ran slips his tongue in your mouth dragging it against your inner cheeks whilst his fingers crawl to your shared bodies, rolling his thumb across your swollen clit, he moves it in circular motions and that’s when the choir really starts to sing. your high pitched moans break through the room, loud echos bounce back at ran and his cock just throbs at the sounds. “that’s right princess, louder” ran moans, pounding in your hole quicker aided by the cries until he’s about to bust, flickering his eyes down, needing to hear you one more time “scream it baby, tell me how good i fuck you.”

❁ RINDOU

rindou has been gone less than twenty minutes, but he’s currently sending you pictures. it’d be sweet if they weren’t of his dick plastered on the screen, his hand fisting it in several photos. texts follow suit with his agonizing cock throbbing for you, you can tell from the have lidded pictures of him—he was so needy. you really didn’t know how to decipher how to help your boyfriend but that’s okay; rindou bursting through the door clothes stripping from his body loosening his tie and jumping you on the bed was your answer. hands caging you in “need you, need you so bad” rindou swallows your gasp left in your throat, his fingers ripping your clothes off “fuck, princess—don’t know what i’d do without this pretty pussy” rindou groans, spreading your legs and keeping the kiss held he sinks two fingers in, pumping easily to his hot pants filtering your lungs. lewd noises paint the room as rindou keeps the rhythm, fisting his cock with the other hand. “oh god, oh fuck” rindou cries out when your slick coats his fingers, popping the digits in his mouth and dropping his hips to slam his cock inside you. rindou stutters half moans when he starts pounding inside you, your hands flying up to grip at his shoulders—rindou eyes shut tight, the needy feeling of being inside you clouds his mind, he doesn’t even realize he’s cumming until the sensitivity throbs in his cock. rindou is so drunk right now, whining to your warm cunt sucking him in, nothing matters right now; needy and drowning and he doesn’t want to resurface, not when it feels this good to be inside you.

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aratakiis · 2 years

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hello! i hope you’re doing well :) just wanted to say i love your fanfics, im a huge itto simp and you always deliver a full meal ^^ i was wondering if you could write something (sfw or nsfw) about a reader having small tits and being overall very petite, i do feel a little self-conscious about it and i’d like to feel like it is appreciated by someone like him

thanks if you’ll do it!! have a wonderful day :)

sinful.

itto x fem!reader

words: 989

warnings: nsfw, maybe a bit of a dacryphilia thing idk, uhh he's also just really horny lol

notes: AAHH TYSM!!! <33 im sorry this took so long my life has been CRAZY WHAHAOHH!1!1! IM SO FLATTERED THOUGH LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I LOVE YOU ANON HERE YOU GO OMG MUAH

he slid his pants down again. this wasn't the first time.

just enough to let the air hit his cock, just enough to reveal his hips. he sat in the grass, belt unbuckled hand on his bare cock. he mustered up the guts to masturbate on your property- well, for the first time...

itto held the base of his dick, stroking it softly with his thumbnail, biting his lip raw as he glanced around. nobody in sight. it was a warm inazuman night, shops had already closed down, house lights off, the warm glow of lanterns, candles and fireflies in sight.

he let his body relax, leaning back on the exterior of your home, quietly moaning as he slid his hand up his shaft slowly.

wouldn't it be even hotter to imagine you here, alone with him?

itto's legs spread, pumping his shaft delicately, letting his awfully lewd imagination run wild. his eyes screwed shut, his other hand running up his chest.

he'd love to watch your hands at work, so tiny in comparison to his. he loves holding them, feeling your soft palm in his. it must feel so good to have you run your hands down his chest, archons, but he can only imagine. it would be a delight to have you strip him and touch him.

he grabs at himself, pinching his nipples and sighing your name, stroking his tip with his thumb. the thought of you giving kisses to his tip has gotten him off a disgusting amount of times, licking and kissing his shaft, running your tongue down to his base and throating his cock right afterwards.

he's never gotten further than that, he came much too fast to the thought of your pretty face and little tits covered in his thick cum. his lewd fantasies never left his mind, never on the tip of his tongue around you though. he was more entranced by the way you moved, your body was just perfect. so petite, tiny, so much smaller than his.

tonight was different, however. he lolled his head from side to side, panting slightly as he jerked his dick to the thought of eating you out. tasting everything that you've hid, never talked about, everything that he's wanted, feeling the arousal flare in his gut as he stripped you of your undergarments.

he could see what he's always desired from someone like you. he could grip those tiny, plushy thighs and eat you out like a starved man. shove his face deep into your cunt, pin you down ass-up and go to town all night. he could relish your taste, dip his tongue in, and-

"oh, fuck-" he groaned. itto had came in his hand already, hips bucking from the intense amount of pleasure. his teeth grit as he lubed his shaft with his own cum, desperately fucking his fist.

-he wasn't done, though, not yet. itto would make you cry out his name as he teased you with his tip, sticking it in and pulling out, teasing your clit as he slapped the head of his cock against it. you could watch as his pre-cum oozed out on your tummy and cunt, witness how your unshackled boy could fuck you like nobody ever could, so delightfully unrestrained to your touch.

itto would make you watch yourself get fucked, right infront of a mirror. wipe your tears away softly as he pounded into you, years of pining and build-up leading to his dreams. he could finally primally dominate you, you're so tiny and perfect, made for breeding and holding his seed.

"nghh.... mff- oh, baby. fuck me, pet." itto panted. he threw his head back harshly, cumming again, this time on his chest. the wooden exterior behind his head made a loud thunk! as he came.

he wiped away the excess saliva on the corners of his mouth with his free hand, whimpering as his hips bucked up back into his palm, body begging for more of this sinful release.

his breathing slowed to his normal pace after he came down from his high, legs shaking slightly as he readjusted himself, itto's gut pooling with a deep and intense warm desire.

could you be the one to tame the beast that he is? he spat onto his hand and made quick work of himself again, rubbing his back onto your home where you quietly slept, peacefully unaware of his wrongful behavior.

he could help but cry out as he imagined his first time with you, playing out the scenario until it went perfectly, just how he wanted it to go.

"ah, ah- itto..." your moans sound so pretty to him.

"yes, doll?" he cooed in your ear, one hand on your back as your small breasts barely spilled from the hem of your dress. "d'ya need anything?"

"go slow. it's our first time... i've never taken an oni before." you whined, your hand brushing his chin in an attempt to bring it to you.

that kiss would have been so perfect. your legs shaking while you're bent over a table, he would finally get to taste your sweet lips and grab your chest. not to mention those soft little thighs of yours. itto could finally fuck you and cover you in his kisses. don't you know just how much love he has to give to you?

he bit his lip again as he came a third time, muffling his loud moans. he sat for a moment, his mind distant as he relished the feeling of his fading climax, panting loudly. he leaned his head back, fixing his pants and the mess he made of himself with a hankerchief he always carries.

itto, however, couldn't help but commit such a sinful act, especially when he thought of you. so tiny and pretty, he anticipated the day where he could mould you to his size and sheath it all inside of your pretty cunt.

#arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x you #arataki itto genshin #genshin arataki itto #arataki itto #itto genshin #genshin itto #itto #genshin impact itto #ataraki itto #genshin #genshin impact #ns/fw #mc itto

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drakenology · 3 years

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How about when your working as a hotel concierge and one of the famous pro heroes (can be anyone u like, maybe Bakugou? 😉) comes in for a relaxin vacation from doing so many hero work. He doesn’t know us, but he will. 🥴

you are a genius, muah!

thank you anon for inspiring this piece.

Room Service! - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings: smut! (minors gtfo), oral (male receiving & female receiving), mentions of cum, size kink, mirror sex (cause it slaps), just a raunchy hook up between two consenting adults (so pro hero katsukiii)

Tonight was making your job really fucking annoying. You sat at your desk answering phone calls about which pro hero would be staying at your hotel (the only bane of your existence).

Of course you can’t disclose that information because of privacy but you didn’t even know that yourself. You sigh as you hang up the phone on yet another greedy fangirl trying to get closer to whomever would be staying here.

You start to wonder who it might be; that 7 foot tall red head or maybe the sexy blonde who could make you blow whenever he wanted.

It was no secret you’d been a fan of Mr. Dynamight since his earlier days of hero work; your coworkers often caught you doodling your name and his last name on a piece of paper like a high school girl with a monster crush. Your mind wandered, thinking of what you’d do-what you’d say if Dynamight walked into your lobby right-

“Yo. I’ve got a reservation under Katsuki Bakugo.” A raspy voice rang in your ears to snap you out of your daydream, making you jump in surprise. Holy shit, it’s him! Fuck. Stay calm.

“Oh! U-uh.. Welcome Mr. Dynamigh- I mean Bakugo.” You stutter, palms clammy and shaking as you look his name up in the computer.

“You new or somethin’?” Bakugo asked, red eyes peering over the counter and straight down at your body.

Even though this isn’t his first time staying here for vacations he’s never seen a hot little thing like you working the desk. All dressed up in an orange button up blouse and a black pencil skirt he could just lift up and have his way with you in. Damn you look good in orange.

You notice his gaze and turn your attention back to the computer, internally screaming as you realize Katsuki Bakugo is fucking staring at you.

“No. Actually this is my third month here. I usually work mornings but we’re unfortunately incredibly shortstaffed tonight so.. here I am.” You nervously laugh, spelling his name wrong about fifty times out of anxiousness before finally finding his name and room number.

“Room 202, sir. Would you like for me to escort you?” You question, standing from your seat and stretching your limbs since you’ve been sitting in that damned chair all night.

Bakugo drank the shape of your body in, following your curves with his eyes and licking his lips enough for you to see.

“Nah, I got it. You just sit your pretty ass down. I might call you for somethin’ later.” Katsuki says with a wink, hauling his luggage in those big strong arms of his off to the elevator, fuck.

Is he being hot on purpose?

You’re left at your desk hot and bothered. You couldn’t help it but your mind was just filled with all the filthy things you’d do to Katsuki. Thank god no one else came through the lobby for most of the night because with the way you felt right now, how could a girl focus on anything?

Almost an hour goes by quickly, your daydreams and fantasies haulting when you hear the phone ring. Sigh. You reluctantly pick it up, rolling your eyes as you brace to hear yet another fan girl’s screaming.

“Hello, This is Y/N. How can I help you?” You say monotonously, looking down at your nails.

“Hey, sexy desk lady. This you?” The same raspy voice that ached your pussy sang to you.

“Th-this is she.” You gasp, so entranced that you actually answered to the nickname.

“What’s on the menu? I hope all meals include sexy concierges.” He says, his smirk audible. “‘M hungry.”

“Oh. Well we do have a steak dinner I could bring up to you. How does that sound?” You stutter, hardly able to seem professional with his blatant flirting.

“Perfect. Oh and tell your boss or whoever the fuck you answer to that your shift is over. I want you in my room.” Katsuki declared, confidence dripping over every word.

“B-But sir, I can’t just-“ You try to speak, interrupted.

“Customer’s always right.” He teased before hanging up, making sure you got the point.

You take in a breathe, taken aback by how swiftly he can turn you on just by speaking to you. You stand from your chair, almost falling back down from the shakiness of your legs. Fuck it if Bakugo wanted you so badly, here you come. Stumbling into the kitchen you put in Bakugo’s order and tell your manager that the Pro-Hero wants you to deliver his food and keep him company.

“Shit! Hopefully he leaves a good tip. He’s gonna put in such a good rating for us and....” She rambled, the rest of her quarrel falling on deaf ears. You were too busy creaming in your panties at the thought of Bakugo grabbing you by the fucking hair and just-

“Order up!” The chef yells snapping you out of your mindless filth. He’s wheeling over the room service cart for you to take upstairs and shouting something about giving it to him hot.

“Smile, Y/N. Make a good first impression.” Your manager said, leading you to the elevator with one hand on your back.

The ride up felt like the longest elevator ride in history. The walk down the hallway seemed even longer as you look for his room.

200...201....202.

You stand at his door, heart threatning to leap out of your chest as you knock softly.

“Who is it?” Katsuki shouted through the door and some loud rock music.

“Room Service!” You manage, hoping you hid your nervousness well. You hear the music die down and the lock of the door click unlocked.

As the door swung open your eyes beheld the image of Bakugo’s toned and muscular torso without a shirt. His sweatpants hung lazily on his hips, the waistband of his boxers showing proudly. As your eyes unknowingly travel further down you get an eyeful of what he’s packing. And baby it is heat.

His dick-print was so prominent it was almost astounding . Is this him soft? You quickly look back upwards at the tall God in front of you and look at his handsome face. Gruff and just manly looking. His hair was tossed all over his head, eyes low and intense as he smirked at you. How on earth can one man be this attractive?

“Ah. Right on time. Get yer ass in here.” Bakugo rasped, groaning at the sight of you. You push yourself and the cart inside, swallowing the lump in your throat. Bakugo walks in front of you and puts out the joint he smoked just fresh out of the shower.

The employee in you told you to scold him for smoking in the building. But for now, hell, let him do whatever he wants. You push the cart into the small living area of his suite, Bakugo sitting on the loveseat in front of you.

“Damn. You look good behind that cart, ya know that?” He says, looking you up and down with those plush lips between his teeth.

You feel your body get hot, not a single thought behind your eyes.

“I-I u-uhm.” You choke. Katsuki stands from the couch and walks towards you like a lion who had just cornered a gazelle. His hands pull you towards him, face so close to yours he could kiss you if he wanted.

“Speak up, sexy. It’s no fun if you don’t talk back. Don’t tell me you’re nervous.” He purred, leaning into your neck and leaving a chaste kiss.

Your eyes flutter, moaning softly as his kisses become deeper. The trail he left led all the way up to your ear, gasping as he nibbles lightly on your earlobe.

“I-I’m sorry. I am a little ner- ah- vous.” You mewl, feeling like you might drop to the floor as his hands snuck down from your waist and onto your ass.

“Mhm. Just relax. I don’t bite. Well, from the looks of it you like a little biting don’t you?” He teased, letting his hands do more talking for him.

His hands knead and caress your body as he leaned down to kiss you. It was the hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced; his big hands exploring your body while nibbling your bottom lip as he pulled away for air only to dive right back into your mouth. He picked you up and led you to the loveseat; hands planted what seemed like permanently into your ass as he sat you on his lap.

He starts undoing the buttons of your shirt, eventually getting annoyed with the stupid blouse and just ripping it open. You gasp as all the buttons pop and fall on the floor, your bra on full display for Katsuki as he hissed.

“Fuck. ‘So sexy.” He huffs, pulling your tits out of your bra and taking one into his mouth. You’re turning into jelly in his hands, mindlessly grinding your aching pussy against his groin and moaning into the room.

“Shit. You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” Katsuki rasped, pressing a thumb onto your covered clit for you to grind on. Your breathing hitched, knowing he can feel how wet you are through your panties as he took your nipple back into his mouth. Suddenly he stops, causing you to whine from the loss if his mouth.

“Wait, baby. I wanna see what that pretty mouth can do.” Katsuki lulled, pressing his fingers in your mouth while you happily suck on them. You climb off his lap and situate yourself on your knees in front of him, pulling his sweats and boxers down without a second thought.

Fuck was he big. He had girth and length with these sickeningly prominent veins, his pretty dick already deliciously leaking pre-cum. You try not to moan at the upward curve in it, imagining all the spots he can hit with it in just the right angle. And it was heavy too, the spring of his dick leaving his briefs causing it to smack right on his abs. You look up at Bakugo’s eyes who haven’t left you since you got on your knees.

“Go on, sexy. Show me what you got.” He coos, sighing as you take him into your wet mouth.

You tease him a little, swiping your tongue over the head to lick up some of that pre cum. You’re staring at him with hazy eyes, sticking your tongue out and sliding your mouth down until you’re taking him into your throat. Gagging and drooling you bob your head, slurping a bit as he grabbed your hair.

“S-Shiit, baby.” He moans, your drool dripping all over the place as he fucked your mouth with a fist full of your hair. As he’s pulling you up and down on his cock you hollow your cheeks in time with his movements, tears streaming down your face and smudging your mascara.

“You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth. Fuck.” He hissed, letting go of your hair to let you get up and breathe. You take his cock out of your mouth with a *pop* and stroke him, all your slobber being the perfect lube as you pump and twist up and down with your hand.

Bakugo leans into the loveseat, his head hanging back into the chair as he cussed. You were making him feel so good, shit you were pretty close to making him cum.

“Want me inside you, baby?” He managed, your mouth and hands taking his breath away. You pull away from his dick again, blinking away your tears.

“Uh-huh.” You nod, the fastest thing you could say. Before you know it you’re scooped up and flung onto the bed, your skirt and panties discarded somewhere.

You don’t even ask him to return the favor. To be honest you didn’t need him to. But the way his tongue flicked your clit around was enough to intoxicate anyone. You can’t help the loud moans you let out, legs trembling as he stuck his tongue inside you. He teased your folds with his tongue, sloppily making out with your pussy until you’re completely blank-headed.

“Look at me, baby.” He hummed, immediately wrapping his lips around your clit.

Your eyes roll back, trying hard to look at his face as he devoured you. His fierce eyes caught your hazy gaze, a fucked out expression written all over your face as he quite literally sucked your orgasm out of you. Katsuki’s lips left your pussy, his chin glistening in your slick with a shit eating grin on his face. Maybe he should stay here more often.

“Heh. First time in my life a woman’s left me speechless.” He says sitting up, his dick standing at attention right above your cunt. The bastard starts tapping his cock on your already sensitive clit with a devilish smirk, biting his lip at your reaction.

Every tap made your eyes cross, your puffy clit throbbing at the sensation. Your whines become desperate, causing Katsuki to crave the satisfaction of your begging. With a raised eyebrow he pushed himself only half way inside you, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat.

“You want it? Hm? I’m talkin’ to you.” Katsuki teased, raising your face to look at him by your chin.

God you looked so sexy like this; legs spread, thighs quivering from all the pleasure, a tantalizingly dumb look on your face.

“Y-yes.. Katsuki p-please.” You plead, mewling when he starts moving but way too slow for your liking.

“All of it, yeah?” He further questioned, really enjoying teasing you. The look on your face as he plunged deeper inside you just enough to stretch you was priceless, a little shriek escaping you.

“Yess, god yes.” You bellow, desperate for your itch to finally be scratched. With a dark chuckle Katsuki slams all of his length inside your gummy walls, your head thrown back into the pillows at the brute force. And that dull stretch felt so good, as if Katsuki’s dick was made to fuck you.

“So biig- ngh!” You struggle to say, covering your mouth as you notice you’re screaming for him. Bakugo takes your hand off your mouth and pinned it above your head, smirking down at the dazed face before him.

“I know, baby. So good for me. So fuckin’ tight.” Bakugo rambles, rutting his hips into yours as he lifts your thighs up and throws them over his broad shoulders.

The new position sent shockwaves through your whole body, your cries so audible you swore you heard them echo in his room. His pace was slow but deliberate, that fucking curve hitting that spot over and over again.

“Oh my god! Oh my godd!” You chant, your wet walls clenching down onto his cock threatening to cum all over him.

“Thats it, cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” Bakugo urged, taking one hand and rubbing insane circles into your throbbing clit his thrusts becoming more brutal as you feel him hit your cervix in the most pleasurable way.

You say something about cumming for him or something, the sentence scrambled as you boil over. Your face was too sinful for words to explain, tongue hanging out as you pant and fat tears bubbling in your eyes.

“I’m not finished. Turn around.” Katsuki demands, smacking your thigh to get you to muster whatever strength you have left to turn around.

Next thing you know you’re bent over, Bakugo plunging back inside as if he had already missed the feeling of your sweet walls. His dick was made for this position, the upward curve hitting that sweet spot perfectly.

“God, look at you..” Bakugo says, his gaze meeting the full length mirror in front of his bed. “So fucking sexy.” He muttered, pulling you by your hair to make you behold what he was looking at.

Your eyes meet the glass reflection of you being absolutely railed senselessly by a man you’d desired since you were a teenager. And it all felt so good. You watch his movements, every flex of his muscles, every heave of his chest as he panted. He was so gorgeous. Even when he was pounding your poor pussy into submission; all sweaty and sticky he was really something to marvel at.

“Fuuck you’re gonna make me cum. That’s it baby, just like that.” Bakugo moans, grabbing a fist full of your hair and smacking your ass all while locking eyes with the mirror and back down again to where you both connect.

You’re so fucked out you can hardly speak, chanting filthy words to coax him into cumming while throwing your ass back on him in time with his thrusts. He’s cussing up a storm, his pace speeding up as he hummed nasty words back at you.

“Want me to cum, baby? Yeah? Shiit, you’re pussy’s so fucking good.” He groans, snapping his hips into you and biting a little into your shoulder. Soon you’re cumming for him again; you don’t know how or when but a mixture of his disgusting words and that big fat cock sliding in and out of you just pushed you over the edge yet again.

“Fuck.” Bakugo hissed, pulling out of your gummy walls to cum all over your ass. He’s pumping himself for a while, staring down at your glazed ass and moaning at the sight.

Bakugo nearly shoves himself back inside you when he sees you reach back and swipe some onto your finger and taste his cum.

“Shit.” You both gasp, panting and sharing the same high as Bakugo jumps up to get a towel. You lay limp and damn near lifeless on the bed as he wipes your ass off, smacking it once it was clean.

“That was the best fucking room service I’ve ever ordered.”

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #segsmail 🌈#anon you da best #queue made me do it 🥴

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elijahs-wife · 3 years

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Okok so imagine a blurb with Bucky x reader with the prompt “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” Like 🥺 I love the one person is super happy and the other is grumpy dynamic!

ahhhhh i too am an absolute sucker for the 😠+🥰 dynamic!!! thank you for participating anon, i am sorry i took so long with this and i hope you're still around to see it!!

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

wc: 1k

warnings: nothing but fluff and bucky being a lil grump i love him

a/n: pls consider reblogging if you like this bc it motivates me to write more!! also i wasnt going to tag people in this but,,, i actually really like this so i did it anyway lol if you would like, you can add yourself to my taglist here 😚

The music here is loud—you can almost see the glass in the sliding doors quake in its frame, vibrating to the rhythm of the bass. It’s not the type of thing you usually listen to, but it’s a New Year’s Eve party, and Tony Stark’s New Year’s Eve party at that. This is definitely not the place for Marina or Mitski. You don’t hate this music though—it’s easy to dance to, and you find yourself bopping your head to the beat automatically when you turn, in search of Bucky again. You’d designated him the seemingly simple task of getting you a drink from the bar, but that was around fifteen minutes ago, and with the one or two hundred people milling about, you couldn’t even catch a glimpse of him until you heard him call your name.

Both hands are occupied by drinks, making it exponentially harder for him to maneuver his way through the crowd. “Here’s yours,” he hands you your Cosmo, his own glass of amber liquid between leather-gloved fingers. You always hated whiskey—except for when you were tasting it on his lips—and the burn it brought to your throat, uncomfortable and lingering. You would much rather stick to your “girly” cocktails, fun and refreshing and fruity, slipping down your throat with ease when you take a small sip now.

“Thank you,” you grin at him, giving his cheek a quick peck. Usually that’s all it takes for the surly face to drop and be replaced by a dopey smile before he kisses you back, but tonight, he just takes a sip of his liquor instead. You know he doesn’t mean to be rude; he just gets uncomfortable with crowds sometimes. He’d been like this the entire night, withdrawn and grouchy, turning down your offer to dance—not that you’d really wanted to anyway, at least not to the dulcet tones of Major Lazor.

“Stop being grumpy, Barnes.” You knock shoulders with him playfully, to which he only rolls his eyes at you. “It’s lame.”

“I’m not being grumpy.”

“Oh yeah? You look like someone just licked the glaze off your doughnut.” Your teasing doesn’t seem to be doing much to lighten the mood, his face still sullen as ever.

“I’m not grumpy—”

“Baby,” you interrupt—that one word seems to soften him up a little bit— “I know a grumpy boyfriend when I see one, now tell me what’s wrong.” You gently squeeze his bicep over the thick material of his jacket and feel his muscles immediately loosen up at your touch, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

“Nothing, I’d just rather be at home. Too many people at this stupid party.” He takes another swig of his drink, with not even the slightest hint of a wince as he swallows. “And too many stupid men staring at my girl, too,” he adds, too quickly for it to be an afterthought.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you stifle the urge to laugh because the thought of wanting to be with anyone other than Bucky is exactly that—laughable. “Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?” you tease, moving in closer to him.

He lets a low grunt, not meeting your eyes and sheepishly shuffling from foot to foot. “Maybe just a hint.”

You can’t help but let out a little chuckle at that, taking his hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles at that strip of skin along his inner wrist that was left exposed by his gloves. It’s something you always do when he’s feeling anxious or stressed out. “Yeah, well. You know I’m all yours. Plus, it’s almost midnight, we can take off after that, I promise.” You pull his hand with yours, gesturing for him to follow you with a slight nod of your head. “Come on.”

“Where’re we going?”

“Outside.”

Beyond the sliding glass doors, the party is significantly muffled, but it’s fucking freezing out on the balcony, each breath turning into a cloud of mist in front of your face—you left your coat at the door and now you’re starting to shiver in your strappy satin dress. Bucky notices and doesn’t hesitate to shuck his jacket off, ever the gentleman, throwing it around your shoulders instead. You’re almost drowning in warm fabric that smells just like him, and you pull it tighter around yourself, allowing it to engulf you.

“Music?” you ask, pulling your phone out of your clutch. You’re on a high enough floor of the building that the sounds of the streets below are faint, and the sanctity of this balcony wasn’t disturbed too badly. You can play music you actually enjoy.

“Yes, as long as its not that,” he insists, pointing disdainfully towards the dancing crowd, and you giggle because sometimes, you forget just how much of an old man he can be. You set your phone down on the ledge, and Frank Sinatra starts to play. “Now this is more my speed,” he says, and with no warning he’s pulling you against his body, a hand around your waist and the other wrapped around your own—you yelp at the sudden motion, but it melts into laughter, as you let him dance you around the balcony. Warmth and spiced perfume radiate from him in waves, threatening to swallow you whole, and you gladly give in. It’s a perfect little moment, even though there are no stars above you in the dull, grey New York sky.

The street is getting noisier and so is the party, and when you listen closely you realize what for. “Buck, the countdown’s about to—”

“I don’t need a countdown, baby,” he whispers, and then his lips are crashing against yours, so soft and firm, gentle and rough at the same time. You barely register that you’re all of five seconds away from the new year. How can you care when whisky and cranberry are mixing against your tongue, so sweet and intoxicating—you think it might be your new favorite flavor. You have to stop yourself from protesting when he pulls away from you. “Happy new year.”

You're still in a daze, barely able to string a sentence together. “Happy new year, Bucky.” There’s a soaring sound nearby that distracts you, followed by a series of loud explosions—fireworks, red and gold and all the colors you can think of, scattering across the sky like glitter. And in that moment, when that childlike wonder flashes across his face, you see it in his eyes, an entire galaxy. There are your stars.

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Warning Signs || jjk | 2

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: PG-13; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Weapons use (guns, knives), injuries (cuts), physical fights (punches, hits, the usual hehe), me trying to be witty, Jungkook’s dumb

⚠️ Word count: 6.4k

⚠️ Author’s Note: Welcome back! ^-^ Enjoy.

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii (Muah)

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot, @gukssunshinerecs, @shatzkrinslinzki // [CLOSED]

SBaFL au | main masterlist

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You weren’t sure how long you’ve been holding your breath. Your heart skidded to a halt when your eyes met his in the moonlight. Funny how the eyes can be so deceiving at times. Seokjin’s chocolate eyes were glued to yours, the corners soft as they took in your appearance. Despite knowing his criminal background, he resembled a young man whose happiest moment would be to lounge in his room playing video games in solace. Perhaps that was true, but he didn’t seem like the dangerous man you knew he was. His being in the organization should’ve been your third warning sign.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jaehwa’s voice broke out. She extended her hand and you cautiously placed yours in hers. Seokjin mimicked her action and you hesitated. Here was the man who kidnapped you and tried to kill Spider-Man. You wanted nothing more than to chuck him over the ship’s railing.

“He may look intimidating, but he’s not,” Kangdae chuckled when he noticed how you wavered. Biting on the inside of your cheek, you swiftly shook his hand to avoid suspicion. You were anxious Jin was going to expose your true name and declare you two already knew each other. You didn’t know if that would affect your potential membership status, but you didn’t want to find out. You were in a precarious situation. Seokjin, however, showed no interest in outing you, which had you relaxing in your seat slightly.

“Now that we are all acquainted, let’s get started,” K smiled, gesturing for the two guests to sit before looking at you again. “Tell us why you want to join and what you can offer us.”

By the time you began to depart, it was two in the morning. You felt exhausted but that feeling was masked by the energy you used to keep your guard up. You were unsure of how your “interview” went since you did not have much experience in fighting crime. The most you’ve done was chase out a rat for your elderly neighbor. Nevertheless, K found you interesting enough to have accepted you. Part of you was excited to start making a name out of yourself, to put your life to good use, but the other part was wary. You were sure if Jin wasn’t here, you would have been more comfortable. After all, no one tried to attack you and the conversation between K and Jaehwa was oddly calm and… Pleasant?

“Minji, huh?” Seokjin’s voice sounded behind you. You were nearing the walkway at the edge of the ship before your footsteps stopped in their tracks, whipping around to face him. He barely spoke ten words, claiming he was too tired from his work to contribute to tonight’s conversation.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, peering over his shoulder to see K and Jaehwa step inside the ship’s interior. It was just you and Jin on the deck now. The other two men had followed the pair inside.

Seokjin scoffed. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? What does Spider-Man think of you being here at two in the morning?”

You clenched your fists inside your jacket pockets. Luckily, you were able to get your switchblade back. “This has nothing to do with him. How did you get out of prison?”

Seokjin smiled at your question and you hated how pretty it was. He didn’t deserve to have such a charming smile. “I have a lot of money,” he shrugged as if that explained it. You supposed in some ways it did, but money can’t fix all the world’s problems. There had to be more to that, but he didn’t elaborate.

“You don’t have to worry about your little secret alias,” he commented. “I’m a changed man.” You almost snorted at his reply. Was he being serious right now?

“How so?” You challenged. You shouldn’t even be talking to him, but your curiosity was piqued. Vapor was meant to stop the bad guys, not help them. So why was Kim Seokjin a part of it? You wanted to believe he did change because you wanted to feel safe in the organization. You wanted to be a part of something valuable.

“For starters, I don’t want to kill your boyfriend anymore. You’re still together, right?” He asked, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. You weren’t sure what he was insinuating, but it didn’t rub you right. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“That’s a shame,” he continued when you didn’t reply. “I always thought you and Namjoon would be a good match. Oh! Or that Taehyung guy. I heard he took a bullet for you at the arcade.”

The fingers around your switchblade twitched and the urge to shove him overboard was growing. Why did he have to be so insufferable? Jin chuckled at your expression.

“Too soon? I was only joking,” he added and gave you a kind smile. “Jungkook is a sufficient partner.”

The way Jin was acting made you feel like you were on a merry-go-round at a playground. It should be obvious. Jin was deceiving. He was trying to get you to like him. If he was bad, so was this organization. Despite all this, however, you stayed.

“Who else have you told? About his identity,” you questioned when the realization hit you. He had powerful information that he could use as leverage.

“No one,” Seokjin replied. You squint your eyes at him in suspicion. Surely he had told someone. It would give him more power over his competitors. “Aren’t we on the same team now? Fighting criminals?”

“Why all of a sudden? Why did you even go after him in the first place?” The last time you had seen Seokjin was when he was webbed down in an abandoned barn where he kept you hostage. It turned out to be part of Kim Enterprises property and Jin had constructed his own hidden bunker underneath. It explained why you had smelled hay despite seeing none. The interior of the bunker and the barn were stark contrasts. That was three years ago. You weren’t sure how long he’s been out of prison but it seemed it didn’t take him long to get out. So where has he been all this time?

Jin tilted his head as he thought, looking past your shoulder to stare off at the water. “I’ve had time to reflect, you know?” You watched as he adjusted his gaze to yours again. You took the chance to analyze his face. It didn’t seem like he changed too much physically. Perhaps his hair was lighter and his physique was slightly bigger than the last time you saw him, but that was it.

“I don’t believe you,” you said, mentally stomping your foot on the floor and crossing your arms. He didn’t seem to hold the anger he had years ago, but it would be foolish to forgive him so easily. After everything he's done, how could you?

“I figured so,” he spoke calmly. “How about we talk it out over lunch?”

“Lunch?” You laughed mirthlessly. “The last time you took me out to eat, you blew up the building.”

“Touché,” he chuckled. How could he react so calmly to that? “That was to lure Spider-Man out though. It wasn’t meant to hurt you; I protected you, remember? And since I’m not after Spider-Man,” he trailed off.

“Spider-Man protected me,” you corrected then added firmly, “The answer is still no.” You walked closer to the bridge. It would probably be three by the time you got back and you had to be awake in four hours for your 8 am class. This was the latest you’ve stayed up in a long time and you were sure it was going to take a toll on you.

As you were about to take a step on the stairs that lead to the walkway you stopped, realizing something. “You never answered my second question: Why him in the first place?”

Seokjin watched you carefully, lips twitching in a frown at your question. “That’s a story for another time, Yn.” His voice was strangely soft with a hint of sadness. You were aware of his and Namjoon’s past friendship, but you couldn’t recall him and Jungkook having a history. It didn’t make sense why he seemed so upset. It made you want to comfort him, but you couldn’t.

You shouldn’t.

You shook your head to yourself at your ridiculous thoughts. You didn’t even know where they were coming from. You needed to remember he had caused you harm. That being three years ago didn’t change that.

“It was nice to see you again, gorgeous,” his voice rang out as you made your way down the walkway. He wasn’t going to give you an answer and you had stayed long enough.

“Feeling not mutual,” you mumbled underneath your breath, keeping your eyes cast forward as you made your way from the ship.

This was your first time being tardy to a class in four years.

Thankfully your first class was a required course, which meant the class size was large enough to be held in an equally large room. This made it easy to slip into the back row undetected. However, this was undetected to everyone but the man seated near the front.

Jungkook’s gaze caught yours as you quietly slipped into an empty seat. He stared at you, doe-eyes scanning your entire body as he tried to figure out what happened. He was aware of your perfect attendance record and was apprehensive when you didn’t step into the classroom at exactly eight. Normally, you would be at least five minutes early, but he figured you had a long night studying. When it was five minutes past eight, he began to panic. He almost bolted from the room to find you, but Jimin had reasoned that everyone had their off days. Maybe it was finally yours and he was just being overly protective.

Although his spidey-sense didn’t include sensing your presence, his Jungkook one did. He couldn’t quite explain how, but there was an aura around you that he could feel. Perhaps it formed over years of being near you. The moment he felt your presence was the moment he let go of the breath he was holding. You were alive. You were safe. Jungkook started to rise from his seat but a shake of your head stopped him.

You lifted a hand, formed the “okay” sign, then diverted your attention to the professor. You being late was bad enough. You didn’t need to be behind in your notes, too.

You spent the remainder of the lecture taking notes and trying your hardest to not look at Jungkook. You were sure the lesson was going through one of his ears and out the other. He could barely keep his eyes off you; Jimin kept having to nudge him to get his attention on the professor instead.

As soon as the class was dismissed, he rushed to your seat. You were sure if he could, he would have just swung to you. It would’ve been faster after all.

“Are you okay?” Were the first words that came tumbling out of his mouth. You finished packing up your materials before glancing at him. He looked so pure with his round eyes and lips parted slightly in worry.

“Yeah, just studied too hard for the first time,” you responded. “I guess my perfect attendance was meant to be tested in university,” you tried to joke to ease the concern in his eyes. It wasn’t successful.

“I went to your room last time but you weren’t there. Your roommate said you might’ve been at the library but you weren’t there either,” he said. He didn’t need to continue for you to know his secret question: he wanted to know where you were. You hoped he didn’t notice the sharp inhale you took.

“What time was that?” You questioned and tried to keep your tone nonchalant.

“Around a quarter till midnight,” he replied. “I figured you’d be asleep anyway but Yoongi told me you stopped by earlier. I wanted to check on you.”

By that time you had already left for the docks. “I found a new study area on campus. It’s quiet and more comfortable than the wooden chairs in the library.” Was it bad that coming up with lies was getting easier?

“What about my missed messages?”

You glanced down at the phone in your hands. The screen lit up and it was for the first time you saw the many missed calls and text messages from Jungkook.

“I was so exhausted last night I passed out without checking it. Then this morning I was in too much of a rush to check it, too.”

At least that wasn’t fiction. You had been fatigued last night and you were scrambling to get yourself together this morning.

He poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek at your reply. He supposed they were reasonable excuses. Before he could reply, Jimin walked up and handed Jungkook’s abandoned backpack to its owner. Jungkook took the bag from him, mumbling a thanks sheepishly. He didn’t even realize he had left it.

“So is everything alright?” Jimin asked, concern laced in his words. His pillowy lips tugged downward as he took in your appearance. You had grabbed the first piece of clothing your hands came in touch with and brushed your untidied hair as you rushed across campus. You figured your yellow striped shirt and green plaid pants weren’t Jimin’s style. Despite your haphazardly exterior, you nodded and forced a small smile on your lips.

“Yup. Just stayed up longer than I expected and slept in. It was bound to happen,” you answered and checked your watch. Your other class should be starting soon. “I better go now before I’m late for my other class. I’ll text you later, Jungkookie,” you said hurriedly then jogged out of the room with a wave to both men.

Jungkook stood there incredulously. Something felt off but he couldn’t detect what it was. It was reasonable that you did find a better place to study and that you were too distracted to have answered his messages. He just couldn’t believe you were late to class and brushed it off like it didn’t matter to you. After years of whining for him to hurry and get ready when you were fifteen minutes early only to act unbothered by being tardy was strange to him.

“You’re thinking too much about this, Jungkook,” Jimin interrupted his thoughts and began his trek to his next class. “We better get going, too.”

Jungkook reluctantly followed Jimin in silence as he continued to ponder about what just transpired.

When you walked into your dorm later that day you had not expected to find Jungkook conversing with your roommate. Jungkook’s head whipped to the door as soon as he heard the click of the lock. Those round eyes softened at your presence, mole under his bottom lip winking at you as he smiled. His arms engulfed your frame into his quickly.

“Hey,” he breathed into your hair. Your body instantly melted in his embrace. It was warm and steady; it made your heart churn at the comforting gesture. If it weren’t for your roommate’s stare you would’ve stayed in his embrace longer.

“Whatcha’ doing here?” You asked as you set your backpack near your bed.

“I came to take you out,” he proudly stated and put the keys you hung up already into his pocket. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. Were you forgetting something? “I got ahead in my classes. You’re free, right? I figured you might be since you usually are ahead of your assignments. Though you did stay up late… Should we just stay in instead? Should I leave you alone?”

You silently listened as he rambled, taking in the small head tilts he did as he contemplated his spontaneous decision. When he noticed he had been talking for longer than he planned, he raised a hand to his head. You smiled as you watched him pat down his hair. You recognized the nervous habit instantly.

“No, let’s go out,” you replied with a laugh and grabbed your wallet from your backpack. Despite your rough morning and fatigue, you were eager to spend time with Jungkook. It wasn’t often he was caught up with his assignments.

His somber eyes morphed into delight at your answer and intertwined his fingers with yours hastily. He used his free hand to reach around you, holding the now open door for you to walk through. A silent laugh bubbled in your chest at his eagerness.

“Uhh, hey Jungkook,” Jihyun said suddenly, which had you pausing in your tracks. She had never addressed him directly so your curiosity was piqued. Jungkook craned his neck over his extended arm to gaze at your quiet roommate. She gave him a smile, “Thank you for helping me with my physics homework.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he replied with a smile of his own. “Just remember that since the mass gets canceled out, the speed and oscillation become independent of said mass. And the problem deals with a small oscillation so the ‘t’ is also independent of the starting height.”

You and Jihyun looked at Jungkook in a similar manner—a mixture of perplexity and admiration. Jihyun nodded slowly as she tried to register his words. “I’ll try to keep that in mind. I’ll see you later, Yn.”

You waved a hand at your roommate before you ducked under Jungkook’s arm and into the hallway. The door shut with a soft click as your boyfriend led you to the front doors.

“It seems like you enjoyed yourself while you were waiting for me,” you teased and glanced up at Jungkook to watch his expression. Jungkook smiled shyly and began to swing your connected hands in a child-like manner.

“She said I could wait inside for you. I was about to leave but then I saw her assignment and I guess I got carried away,” he explained. You were sure Jungkook had the highest IQ in all Seoul; however, his wittiness and playfulness disguised his true talents.

“Well, I’m glad you had something to keep you occupied,” you replied and stilled your waving hands.

The walk to the nearest pizza parlor off-campus was short. It was one of the most common places for university students to hang out. Ironically, you didn’t find yourself here often. Jungkook and you weren’t huge fans of crowded places but sometimes it felt nice to just get out and change environments.

The parlor was family-owned, which added to the homely atmosphere. The owners and their three children (two sons and one daughter) were all welcoming and often tried to accommodate those who were in financial trouble. Sometimes it was in the forms of exchanged work or IOUs. Regardless, they understood the troubles that came with being university students.

The line, thankfully, was short (in spite of the crowded restaurant) and you and Jungkook were seated with fresh pizzas in under fifteen minutes. As usual, the place was littered with students—some scrambling to finish an essay due that night and some simply hanging with their friends. The volume inside the parlor buzzed with all the filled seats. You wondered if this was how it always was or if it was rush hour.

Jungkook and you fell into conversation easily. You spoke briefly about your upcoming test that you were nervous about and Jungkook discussed his two-day all-nighters to catch up on all his classwork. Ten minutes in and his voice suddenly turned solemn.

“Hey, I know you’re going to claim you can handle yourself, and I believe you—I’ve seen it first hand,” he added quickly so you wouldn’t interrupt. “But I would probably refrain from wandering outside at night for a few weeks.”

The furrow of your eyebrows as you chewed told Jungkook he needed to elaborate. “I can’t confirm much yet but I’m getting a sense there’s a new group forming that could be dangerous. I’ve been hearing rival gangs discussing plans of attack if they ever make a move.”

“Do you have a name?” You asked and slid your empty pizza tray to the side. You leaned closer as Jungkook began lowering his voice as he spoke. Jungkook sighed at your question and shook his head.

“I don’t,” he huffed, miffed that he wasn’t able to gather that information yet. “I’ve been tracking this lead for a few weeks. I don’t have a name. I don’t have a face. I don’t have anything useful. It makes me worried, so for me, can you promise you’ll stay indoors until I get more insight?”

Your gaze wavered at his question. You had already planned on visiting the docks tomorrow and you didn’t plan to skip it. It was going to be your first official visit as a member.

Your fourth warning sign should’ve been the fact that you didn’t want to tell Jungkook about your secret nights out. You were wanting to do good, so what was wrong with telling Jungkook about your plans to help others when he does the same? You told yourself that you hid this from him because you didn’t want him to worry. You wanted to lighten his load without him thinking he forced you to.

Perhaps what he was hearing was all talk and no bite. He did say he hasn’t had any useful leads in weeks. Maybe it was all a hoax—a rumor started by another gang to rile up the others. However, you knew Jungkook was not going to take no for an answer. He would find a way to keep you as safe as he thought possible. And while you appreciated it, you didn’t want to feel caged in.

“I’ll stay indoors. Don’t worry,” you lied. Jungkook rested an elbow on the table and held out his pinkie. You stared at it as if it was plagued with poison, which had Jungkook frowning.

“Give me one week, Yn. I just don’t want something to happen to you,” he pleaded, eyes swimming with unease as he watched your strained expression. “I’m not trying to control you. I just… I can’t lose you. I don’t know what these guys are capable of.”

The way he spoke so softly and with such sincerity had your insides whirling. You didn’t need to see the way his eyes held your eyes firmly to know he meant every word he said. He waited patiently as you switched your gaze from his eyes to his pinkie and back again. Although some people may find pinky promises silly, they meant a lot to you (and even Jungkook). It was something you took seriously and it filled you with great dissonance when you slowly wrapped your pinky around his larger one. The only reason you didn’t drown in guilt right then and there was the fact that you had shifted your other hand behind your back—twisting your index and middle together.

The sounds of sirens twenty minutes later were what sent Jungkook flying out the door after pressing his lips on yours in a brisk kiss. The volume on the small tv screen in the parlor was suddenly turned up as an anchorwoman started detailing the nearby crime. The restaurant grew quiet as everyone focused on what was happening.

“... street to take shelter. Police were called out to handle a robbery at Industrial Bank where six armed men are holding customers hostage. Oh! Here comes the masked vigilante. Despite the police demands to stay back, Spider-Man has entered the building. He appears to be trying to reason with the robbers.”

You watched with rapt attention as the camera zoomed into the bank’s windows. The hostages were seated on the floor, their backs pressed against a wall as much as possible. The robbers were in a semicircle and had their guns aimed at Jungkook, who stood in the middle. It was silent on the screen, everyone on their toes to see what would happen next.

“Some guy that spider-dude is,” a voice whispered close to you suddenly. Your body jolted by the abrupt sound. You leaned back into your chair as you assessed the unfamiliar man in front of you. His black hair lay wavy against his forehead, stopping just above his eyes. Even though you didn’t know who he was, his presence was a mixture of comfort and intimidation. It confused you. “I think he’s pretty neat. He saved my sister from a collapsing building once. I’m lucky he was there. Have you met him before?”

You nodded, still trying to recall how you knew him—or more how he knew you. Your eyes roamed his face again and spotted the beauty mark on his upper lip.

“It’s Minji, right?” He questioned when he saw your puzzlement. Your eyes widened at his question and you quickly tried to remember his face. However, it was no use. You didn’t remember him at all. “Ah, you don’t remember me. I was the one who had to pat you down. Sorry about that, by the way.”

Your mouth parted in realization. It was difficult to make out any distinguishing features in the darkness. The most you saw was his gentle jaw structure. However, it seemed to be more defined in the light.

“I’m Hoseok,” he greeted. “Do you go to the university near here?”

You debated on lying since there was a higher possibility of him learning your real name, but you decided against it. It would be harder to explain why you were constantly on campus if he ever saw you.

“Yeah. Do you? I’ve never seen you around,” you replied. He chuckled and adjusted the bracelet that rested around his wrist.

“I’m a little all over the place,” he chuckled, mouth forming a heart-shape that you found cute. “I’m actually surprised to have never seen you.”

“Unlike you, I usually only go to where I need to,” you replied. As you were about to ask another question, shots rang out from the tv screen. Your breath immediately caught in your throat and your eyes snapped to the screen as you tried to see if anyone had gotten hurt—more specifically a certain red and blue-clad man. You couldn’t hear what the men were telling Spider-Man but you didn’t care. You just needed to know if he was okay.

Spider-Man had swung to the opposing wall as one of the robbers fired their gun, dodging the flying bullets. Jungkook quickly snatched a table that was a few feet away with a web and slid it in front of the terrified hostages.

“Woah, woah, woah, guys,” Jungkook exclaimed and swung in front of one of the men. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to play with guns?”

He shot out a web that covered one of their feet then fired a second web at another nearby robber. He took a hold of the middle of the string and pulled. The two men stumbled at the unexpected tug of their feet, grunting as they were forced across the room.

“You both ‘ought to be tired. Take a nap for me,” Jungkook teased and fired a strand of webs at the flying duo. He cushioned their landing against a wall and shot a few more webs to adhere them to the wall. The men’s backs were pressed against the surface, torsos covered with a trillion small strings. The two growled as they tried to free their bodies from the wall.

“Can we hurry this up? I was in the middle of a very lovely conversation,” Jungkook said and quickly examined who would be the next to take out easiest.

“Get down here, Spider-Man,” one of the men shouted, gun lifted in the air. “Fight on equal ground like a real man.”

Jungkook slowed his swing at the robber’s words. “I’m not sure if you want that, Mr. Bad Guy,” he chuckled and shot a web at the man’s extended gun. The gun ripped from the criminal’s grip and into Jungkook’s. It was heavy in his hand and he hated the way it felt. He quickly unloaded the rifle before webbing it to one of the walls.

“It seems like you’re all talk, bug boy. All you got are your foolish webs. What are you without them?” The man taunted and pulled out a dagger he had stored in his boots, eyes following Jungkook as he continued to dodge bullets.

Jungkook was used to hearing insults and slurs from his attackers to ignore them, however, this particular one distracted him. It was a question he rarely thought of. He was so intoxicated with the exhilarating adventures that came with being Spider-Man that he didn’t stop and consider what he’d be without his mask. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at every person he saved and every criminal he put behind bars. He had a sense of responsibility to the people of Seoul. He often forgot about his life as Jeon Jungkook.

The slowing of his swing allowed the robbers to get a better shot at the flying man. Jungkook swiftly tore his mind from his thoughts as the back of his neck tingled. However, despite Jungkook’s quick reflexes to duck his knees to his chest, a bullet grazed the outside of his calf. This had him grunting in pain, grip loosening on the web string he was holding and collapsing to the ground. He couldn’t focus on the tear in his skin as he watched the men move without hesitation toward him.

Jungkook leaped to his feet, instantly ducking as one of the men swung their arm toward his face. He ignored the pain in his leg as he kicked at the attacker’s torso. The robber stumbled back at the harsh impact, giving room for another robber to take their turn.

“Hey, you guys want to hear a joke?” Jungkook questioned, rather cheerfully despite his current position and previous thoughts. He grabbed the arm that slid past his face and twisted it.

“Not the face, dude. Anything but the face,” Spider-Man huffed and attached a web to the man’s hand he held. He quickly connected the man’s hands together behind their back before shoving them to the floor rougher than anticipated.

“Sorry! I forget I’m stronger than I look,” he apologized quickly and moved onto the next robber. “Oh! My joke! Want to hear it? I’ma tell it,” he said as he continued his quick attacks on the men. Soon, only the man with the dagger stood. He glowered at Jungkook before lunging at the masked hero.

“Why did the fly fly?” He asked as he ducked, missing the spearing object by a few inches. The man ignored his question, as to be expected, and slammed his foot on the back of Jungkook’s knee. Jungkook went down with a hiss and swiftly reached up to stop the man’s stabbing motion. He gritted his teeth when he accidentally shifted his hand a little too far to the right. The dagger’s sharp edge ripped through his suit and pierced his skin. Two wounds in one fight? He must be losing his touch.

With more vigor, he clutched the opposing man’s wrist, twisting the knife out of his hold before kicking his feet out from under him. The robber fell next to Jungkook with a cry as his knee hit the concrete roughly. Jungkook extended an arm, hastily webbing the man’s hands to the tile floor before scrambling to his feet. He shot down a few more webs so that the man was flat on the floor.

Jungkook inhaled deeply before he completed his joke, “Because the spider spied ‘er.” He chuckled breathlessly at his own joke. He took a few staggering steps back from the mess he made, the sting in his legs alerting his attention again.

He peered at the frightened hostages, a smile adorning his concealed lips. “Get it? The spider saw the fly?”

When none of them responded he sighed. “Okay, I’ll work on it,” he said and began helping them up from their crouched positions to the exit.

“Woah, are those the new DVS Terror Walker shoes?” He gasped when he spotted one of the hostage’s shoes. The young teen peered up at the hero, slowly nodding—part of him still in shock from the robbery and another part from Spider-Man speaking to him. “They’re so cool. You look great in them.”

“Thanks,” the boy muttered then joined his worried family outside. Jungkook stood there awkwardly, watching as the hostages collapsed in the arms of their loved ones. The pain in his calf was growing stronger and he could feel the cut on his hand sting. After one final look around, he reached up and pulled himself up, swinging himself back to the university.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get seriously injured today,” you murmured as you finished placing the bandages on his calf while he sealed his hand.

Jungkook was oddly quiet. Usually, he was buzzing from the adrenaline and high from the fight. He was too detached right now, which had alarms ringing in your head. After sliding the first-aid kit back in its spot, you climbed onto Jungkook’s bed. He sat propped against his headboard, eyes staring down at his calloused hands.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Lucky.”

“Did something happen that wasn’t shown on tv?” You questioned and poked his outstretched leg. There was silence for a moment.

“What am I without the suit?” He asked suddenly, however, it sounded like the question was directed to himself rather than to you. Ah, so that is what had him sulking.

“You’re Jeon Jungkook. The smartest man in Seoul with the humblest heart,” you answered and crawled closer, kneeling yourself between his legs. Your feet were tucked under your legs as you stared at your deflated boyfriend. He glowered at your response, which caused you to feel disheartened.

“That doesn’t sound good enough,” he argued and tilted his head behind him. “Jungkook can’t save people. He can’t lock the criminals behind bars. The best he can do is win first place at his middle school science fair.”

“You won first place in high school, too,” you added quietly, hoping it would bring a smile to his face. However, it only earned you an unamused gaze from Jungkook, which had you slumping slightly.

“The point is I’m nothing without the suit,” he groaned and leaned his head back again. You watched silently as his Adam’s apple bobbed with the harsh swallow that followed a heavy sigh.

“That’s not true, Jungkook,” you tried to comfort. You reached out a hand and slid it on the nape of his neck. You began massaging the area, gently playing with his hair in the process. “You can still help without your suit. Your intelligence is amazing. I’m sure if you hadn’t gotten bit you would’ve been the best biophysicist Seoul could ever ask for. I mean you can still be that if you want to,” you trailed off. He stayed silent as he digested your words. You slid your hand down his body soothingly and rested your hand on top of his heart. It beat steadily under your palm.

“No one would care who I am without it,” he spoke after a while. His eyes had closed as he allowed his thoughts to roam freely. It was a dangerous move, but it’s been a while since he let himself sit and simply think. “Sure, there are people who dislike Spider-Man, but most people do like him. They need him. No one needs Jeon Jungkook.”

You pulled your hand back at his confession, startled by what he truly felt. Your hand felt as if it were seared with the harshness of his words. You could understand the desire to feel wanted or to feel loved by many. What you didn’t understand was how he could think so lowly of Jungkook—his true self. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Do you really think that?” You questioned quietly. Did he not realize that he just downgraded you? Did he really think you didn’t need him?

“Yeah,” he replied slowly then more firmly, “Yeah. No one cared for Jungkook in high school. No one cared that I won first place. But when Spider-Man was on tv? Yeah, they turned their heads to him.”

“So then what about Yoongi? Aunt May?” You asked, voice wavering ever so slightly. “What about me? Do you think we don’t need you? Who cares what those people in high school thought.”

To this, he raised his head, eyes catching yours briefly before they tore away again. “You’re telling me you don’t like Spider-Man?”

“No, I like him-”

He scoffed. “Exactly.”

You narrowed your eyes at his distasteful attitude. It was rare to see this side of Jungkook. You had only seen this side of him after his Uncle Ben died. However, his anger over his own guilt faded quickly when he realized being angry did nothing but drain his energy. He wasn’t helping anyone by staying agitated.

“But,” you continued stubbornly. “I like Jungkook more.”

“No one else does,” he replied sharply. He didn’t truly believe your words, but he didn’t need to say that for you to know.

“Screw them,” you retaliated. “There would be no Spider-Man if there were no Jungkook. People who only like Spider-Man are incredibly dense and selfish. The man behind the mask matters, too. How can you just disregard who you really are?”

“I’m not disregarding myself. I’m just being honest. Jungkook is just another speck of dust on a shelf. People need Spider-Man. It’s like Jungkook is just a vessel for Spider-Man.”

“And what about those who need Jeon Jungkook?” You stared at him fiercely. You wanted him to see that he was just as important without the mask as he was under it. He clenched his jaw as he thought, tongue shortly poking his cheek from the inside.

“They’ll eventually realize they need Spider-Man more.”

His eyes held yours strongly as if challenging him to say otherwise. You could tell he was set with his opinion. No matter what you’d say, he’d believe what he wanted to believe. You didn’t want to leave him in this enraged condition, but your comforting words were falling on deaf ears. You knew they weren’t going to reassure him.

You were the first to break eye contact. After glancing at his wounds and deciding he’ll be okay, you maneuvered off his bed. You slipped your shoes on briskly then grabbed your bag from his desk.

“Not even going to deny it?” He questioned arrogantly as you neared his door. You paused in your steps and turned to face him. The smugness on his lips caused your face to contort in a scowl.

Glaring, you replied, “I didn’t date you because of the mask and I didn’t stay for it, either.”

The sound of his door shutting echoed loudly in your ears, leaving you in an unnerving state as you lingered outside his room alone.

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make a wish | jjk - 2

jeongguk didn’t know it, but his wish came true. as the best things in life do, it comes back around.

alternatively: a compilation of scenes in the after of “make a wish” and how they pile up and weigh you down until it’s too much to handle.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: 6.4k

genre: angst, fluff, romance, best friend!au, mutual pining... shh

warnings: language. besides that, this is pretty tame! only slightly edited bc its 2 in the morning and i just want to get this up lol

a/n: didn’t mean for this to be so long but i got a little carried away. this wraps up make a wish, so i hope you guys like it! also, feedback is always appreciated in any way shape or form <3 muah!

It’s just as you’re leaving when Jeongguk’s phone rings. His eyes widen in disquiet as he stares at the number displayed at the top of his phone. In preparation, he shakes out his limbs dramatically and takes a deep, exaggerated breath. Considering it’s for your entertainment, you roll your eyes and wave him on.

He picks up.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end is muffled as you try your best to listen in. Your heart pounds in anticipation, gripping onto the straps of your purse with white knuckles.

“Yeah. Okay. Okay, great.”

He paces around the room aimlessly. His fingers fiddle with a loose thread on his sweatpants as he listens closely. You’re sure he’s already sweating, more nervous than you could imagine despite the playful act he put on before answering.

“Yeah. That’s fine! Okay, thank you so much. Alright, bye.”

He’s facing away from you as he clicks the end call button. Just as you’re about to ask, he spins on his heel, lips pursed as he holds back a grin.

“Guess who got the job?”

A toothy grin spreads across his face as he singsongs. Jeongguk’s expression of pure excitement is a privilege to see. It’s impossible to deny how it lights up your own.

“Oh my god, you got the job?”

“I got the job!”

His bangs bounce as he jumps with both fists raised in glory. You squeal, going in for a tight hug and swaying back and forth as you congratulate him.

“I’m proud of you, Gguk,” you say into his shoulder. “Really, I am.”

And when you say it, you mean it. After so many months of struggling at his old company, he took the leap and applied for a position at a more well-known film studio. The late night introduction practices with you, which included him reciting prepared resume-esque lines and weeks of tiring interviews had paid off like you knew he deserved it to.

“Okay. I should get home,” you try, voice strained as his arms crush your diaphragm like walls in a deadly escape room. Upon hearing your winded sentence, he loosens his grip.

You don’t even think about what it might mean before you place a departing kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek, fueled by the elation running through you at the upward turn of events. It’s an accident, it just happens naturally as if it was something you’ve done a thousand times. It only hits you that you shouldn’t have after it’s already done.

Sure, you make out and kiss all the time, but the difference is that’s only when you’re taking advantage of the benefits you worked out. That kissing is all attraction, nothing chaste or romantic like this. So when you pull away from the hug, you expect to see his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and giving you a look of disgust.

“Uh-” you sputter, ever a wordsmith, trying to think of some rational explanation to excuse why you might have kissed him like that. The previous bouts of joy sparking in your heart fly out the window.

However, his eyes only show a mild, innocent surprise. At his silence, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to address it, and you assume he’ll assume it was just congratulatory. You can work with that.

“Bye. I’ll text you when I get home,” you blurt as untroubled as it can come, spinning on your heel and hurrying out the door. After closing it behind you, you slump back against it for a breath.

God, what were you thinking? Were you fucking stupid? Your fingers find your forehead finds as you try to convince yourself it wasn’t that bad. You’re prone to over analyzing, anyway. Jeongguk’s too occupied to think about it like that. He just got his new job, he has a thousand new things to worry about. He won’t read into it. If he does, he’ll think of it as a heat of the moment sort of thing.

Right?

Inside, Jeongguk pauses, staring at where you were standing just a second ago and scratches the back of his neck. The corners of his mouth turn up slowly.

He finds himself checking his phone every five minutes for a text from you, which never comes.

☆☆☆

At the end of the day, it was your fault.

It was your thoughtless action that made Jeongguk think that incorporating romantic gestures like that into your relationship could still be platonic. You rocked the boat with that one, but it wasn’t enough to completely capsize your vessel, and for that you were grateful.

Still, your heart now tore itself into smaller and smaller pieces every time he kissed you goodbye or grabbed your hand to swing it back and forth or wrapped his arm around you after cleaning up.

“By the way,” he says, tossing you one of his shirts from his place in front of his dresser. He pulls on a clean pair of boxers as you cover up. “There’s this work dinner I have to go to next week for networking and stuff, and it’s a buffet-type thing so they charge you for a spot. But, I found out that there is a couple’s discount and was wondering if maybe… you’d want to come with me?”

The hopeful sparkle in his eyes is one you just can’t ignore. Doing so would feel like a one-way ticket to hell, the only valid consequence for such a rotten crime.

“Yeah, sure.”

His smile at your compliance takes away all the apprehension you might have had, at least for a second. He wears it like a medal.

“Okay, good. I have to talk to a lot of people so I’d just feel better if you were there.”

Your brows draw together as you watch him get dressed. “But Gguk, you’re good at talking to people,” you say, going as far as to admit teasingly, “You’re fairly charming.”

He laughs, hopping into his slacks. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t freak out inside. It’s scary!” The dark brown mop of hair atop his head jostles into his eyes as he adds, “There’s gonna be a lot of well-known people there so it’s my chance to make some connections.”

Despite that, you’re sure he’ll be just fine. By nature, Jeongguk is inviting and easy to talk to. That is one of the reasons why you became such fast friends, and probably why you lasted so long. Along with his agreeable presence, his captivating looks probably wouldn’t hurt in striking up a deal either, though you’d never say that to his face.

“What’s the dress code?”

“Semi-formal I think?” He says, looking out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t know what that constitutes in terms of dresses but…”

A certain memory tugs at the back of his head. He considers just leaving it there, maybe slightly sentimental for his usual image, but what’s the harm in bringing it up?

“Do you remember the dress you wore for my brother’s graduation dinner? The blue one?”

You, on the other hand, are just surprised he remembers something like that. It must have been years ago by now. Still, it’s a good memory. It was a breezy evening by the shore to celebrate his brother’s graduation from college. The dinner was nice, but the best part was when you and Jeongguk ended up sneaking off to go sit on the beach later on in the night.

Jeongguk is intertwined into nearly every lasting memory you make. It’s hard to imagine a world where he isn’t a part of each story you retell or each thought that crosses your mind.

“Oh, yeah, of course. It’s probably buried in my closet somewhere.”

He’s relieved you don’t question him.

You might have to do some digging when you get home to find it, but you definitely still have it. It’s not like you have the money to be purchasing new semi-formal dresses for every occasion.

“That would be good. Or something like it, I don’t know.” He finishes buttoning up his shirt and tugs on the cuffs to straighten them out. His reflection in the mirror sends you a beaming smile, at this point accepting how his heart rate seems to spike every time he sees you in one of his shirts nowadays. He’s gotten very good at lending them to you casually.

He continues after a glance at the clock tells him he’s been letting his time with you slip on for more time than he can afford even though he wishes he could stay. “Anyway, I have to get going so make sure you lock the door behind you when you leave.” And then he’s padding out the door, car keys jingling in his hand as he picks them up from the dish on the kitchen counter.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He pokes his head around the hallway entrance to see you. “There’s coffee out here for you when you want it.”

He dashes off before you have the chance to react or even say thank you, a sheepish grin tugging at his features as he walks to his car. When you go out to see, it’s already made with cream and sugar, just the way you like.

☆☆☆

“You look really pretty tonight, Y/N,” Jeongguk says, voice soft as ever, eyeing your dress as you step out of the car. “Seriously, I mean it.” The heels you wear click evenly like a metronome’s beat on the pavement as you walk around to join him at his side.

You ignore the heat in your cheeks, rather offering an endearing grin as you grip the clutch in your hand. “You too, Gguk. You’ll do great tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if you made everyone here fall for you while you’re at it.”

His initial thought is to ask if that includes you, but his better judgment tells him it’s too bold. Instead, he just laughs and hands his car keys to the valet.

The dinner is a week later at a stunning three-floor, dimly lit fine dining restaurant decorated with dark hardwood and intricate chandeliers that make the soreness in your neck seem worth it while observing them.

Jeongguk cleans up nice, and even though you’ve already known this for a long time, you consider it a treat since this attire rarely, if ever, sees the light of day.

He props out his elbow and nudges for you to take it, which you so graciously do. Together you walk to the glass doors, through which you can see the party has just started. You can already hear the muffled music and chatter in the background.

“By the way,” he says, leaning down to your ear, like what he’s about to tell you is no big deal. “I… might have told my coworkers that we’re engaged-”

“Engaged!?” you whisper, eyes wide and staring at him incredulously.

So maybe he should have told you earlier. In his defense, he needed the extra time to produce an irrefutable excuse. In the end, it was only sort of reasonable, but he was hoping you would just roll with it. Isn’t that what the two of you always did?

“I know, I know! But listen. It just makes more sense in terms of you being my plus one and it also makes me seem like I have my shit together. And it’s always good for me to seem like I have my shit together, right?”

You sigh, narrowing your line of sight at him. “Okay. What do I do if someone asks why I’m not wearing my ring then?”

He mutters, “Oh, yeah.” Then he’s fishing through his side pocket and out comes a shiny silver ring with a small diamond placed into the center, held so flippant between his fingertips. “It’s my grandma’s. Borrowed it from home for this weekend.”

His heart pounds. Was that smooth enough? He has a lot of talents, but he isn’t sure if this was one of them just yet. Jeongguk tenses as he waits for your reaction. Best case scenario, his carefree attitude about it will rub off onto you.

“I figured it’d fit you,” he adds.

When it slides on perfectly, you know there’s no going back. Yet somehow, it is completely in character of him. You should have expected something like this because Jeongguk always has and always will be a man of spontaneity.

You’ll have to ask him how he knows your ring size sometime.

Inside, he introduces you to his coworkers. There are too many to remember but you catch a few here and there that you recall him talking about before, like Namjoon, the diligent Production Assistant and Taehyung, another member of the crew who he often eats lunch with. It’s an initial blur of faces and few-worded exchanges before you can take a breather off to the side.

“Not bad?” he asks, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles. The way it makes your heart flutter is addictive. He has you in his palm and he doesn’t even know it. Unfortunately, you don’t know if it’s something you can give up yet, not without it being messy.

There’s a short line behind a board that displays the seating arrangement, and though it’s moving quickly, it allows you a moment of space from the other guests.

A tired smile pulls at your lips. “Not bad.” You squeeze his hand in yours.

The people in front of you move from the board into the dining hall so both of you can inch up. Jeongguk’s eyes trace the small handwriting, eventually spotting the two of you in the far corner of the room.

Dinner goes well, and Jeongguk does the most of the talking. It’s nice to see him so bright as he laughs with his coworkers. It’s that part of him that he’s had since he was a kid, the part that made him fit in so naturally and charm every person around him. Seeing it out in the open and no longer repressed from emotional baggage is heartwarming. Compared to a few months ago, you might not recognize him at all.

After a while, Jeongguk wipes his mouth with his napkin and pushes his chair out from the table. “Alright, I’m gonna head to the bar lounge for a little while and see who I can talk to. Are you gonna be fine on your own?”

He’s nervous, you can tell. By the way his eyes dart around the room, the way he’s biting the inside of his bottom lip.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you nod, taking a sip of water. “I’ll just stick around here.”

He gives himself a once over and wipes his palms on his slacks.

You tap his shoulder, bringing him down so you can whisper to him a small, “You’ll do great.”

He pulls back with a shy, one-sided smile. “Thank you. I hope so. Text me if you need anything.” Effortlessly, he plants a chaste kiss to your cheekbone that has your face ablaze and excuses himself from the table. The feeling of his lips on your skin sticks well after he’s gone.

Ryujin, the script supervisor, puts down her drink with a roll of her eyes. “Finally, all the boys are gone. I’ve been trying to talk to you the entire time but he’s always butting in!”

It pulls a laugh from you. “No, no, he’s just trying to help,” you explain, “I’m new to everyone here so he just doesn’t want me to feel awkward.”

“Yada yada,” says a bubbly Chaeryoung, a PA, waving it off with her hand. “I expected him to be protective with how much he talks about you, but wow. It’s cute though. Sometimes I wish I had someone like that.”

“Yeah, I’m really lucky,” you nod, reminded that you’re just pretending. You’re lucky, but not that lucky. “But… wait, what kind of stuff does he say about me?”

Ryujin chortles at your worry. “Oh, only good things. Just stuff you do together, jokes, those kinds of things. You’re involved in a lot of stories in some way or another.”

“Like, “This one time in high school, Y/N and I got in a fight...” or “Last week, we went to this new brunch spot and Y/N got this sandwich…’” Chaeryoung clarifies, but it only makes you want to pry further.

As she says it, both of the memories come floating back clear as day. You can’t remember what exactly you argued over, but it had been when you were paired as partners in a history class. The sandwich, you recall, was heaven on earth. The images are picture-perfect despite how they’d been buried.

The fact that Chaeryoung remembered things you didn’t is mildly startling, but you’re more surprised that Jeongguk shared so much. Not that it’s an issue, you just didn’t think you’d find yourself being perceived by so many people you had no prior knowledge of. The idea of him spilling your high school gossip fits like a puzzle to his persona, but the thought never occurred to you that he might think about you when you’re not there.

But you won’t let yourself become too optimistic.

“Yeah,” you laugh, “I think it’s different since we grew up together as family friends. He’s in a lot of my stories, too.”

“Ugh, that’s cute,” Ryujin sighs. If only. “So when did you start liking each other? Or start dating?”

You take a deep breath as if you’re looking back on the day when in reality you’re just trying to come up with the most believable love story you can manage. It’s also your most ideal. Maybe if your current situation went the way you wanted.

“I think we liked each other at different times over the years. Y’know, I liked him when we were kids, he liked me when we were teenagers, kind of on and off like that. But sometime after college, I think the cycle lined up once and for all and…“

Do you think you could manifest it by speaking it into existence?

“...here we are.”

That thought was stupid. You make yourself forget about it. Stop with the hope, remember?

When you finish your spiel, you think you’ve finally made it in the clear. Until another question comes.

“So what was your first date like? Was it weird?”

You know they’re just trying to make conversation, but god, you’re not ready for this. You’re preoccupied with other problems. If only they knew how your brain was short-circuiting in an effort to think up an explanation that will make you sound versed and most importantly, convincing. You go with what you wish had happened.

“Um, a little bit, but since we had been close friends for such a long time, I think we had that mutual understanding of how things were so we could laugh about it. We just…” you say, shaking your head along, lips pursing as your train of thought rolls through the detailed daydream you know so well. “...went out to dinner one night... and it was sort of a process to transition to something more romantic, I guess, but it just kind of happened.”

But it feels nice to be Jeongguk’s girl. Even if you’re just playing a part. If you sink yourself into the atmosphere, tune into the clinking of the glasses, and the relaxing jazz in the background, you can pretend you’re really engaged and sharing your love story to whoever will listen.

Would it hurt too much to hold out on it one day become reality?

“I’m always so happy when the company hosts these events,” Chaeryoung comments, leaning back in her chair to take in the room. “It’s the only time I can come to a place like this since you know I can’t afford it with my own money.” A small talk sort of laugh bubbles up from her as she says it. There is an inkling of confusion that strikes you at her words, but you think you’ll just brush it off for the sake of being casual.

Ryujin looks to you as she adds, “And they even let you bring a plus one for free! You know, I was thinking of bringing my boyfriend, but I just felt like it might have been too soon…”

Your brows furrow as you recall the conversation with Jeongguk. Didn’t he say that it was a pay per guest scenario?

“So the company pays for these dinners?” you ask out of pure curiosity and with no hint of suspicion weaved in your tone.

“Yeah!” says Chaeryoung. “It’s all from the company’s budget since this is technically a networking event. Usually, people swap ideas or come up with deals that turn into projects a couple of weeks down the line.”

You nod along as she explains eagerly, but all you can hear is that there never was a price to pay to begin with, and more importantly meaning that there never was a discount. Not one that Jeongguk needed you around for.

But why would he lie?

Maybe Jeongguk was embarrassed asking for your company or didn’t want his ego bruised by telling you it was free and he wouldn’t have to pay for you. It’s the benefit of the doubt for your best friend (and love of your life, but that’s a separate issue) that makes it your first thought. In reality, thinking about the boy you know, it doesn’t make sense. At this point, he shouldn’t have to feel like that when it comes to you.

Whatever the case may be, you hope that he knows he’d never need an excuse to invite you somewhere. It’s not like you’d ever refuse. You’d never refuse him, not in any life.

☆☆☆

It’s the middle of the night when another bad dream jolts you awake with a pounding heartbeat. Your eyes flutter open, brimmed with tears, to reveal that the moon is still high in the sky above the towering buildings, and a shift to the side facing the nightstand lets you know you have another three hours before you have to start your day and leave Jeongguk’s apartment.

The last few weeks, the dreams have been growing more and more common. Not enough for you to dread going to sleep just yet, but definitely something you’re quickly getting sick of. At this point, you’re tired of going to sleep just to wake up freaked out in a cold sweat. You chalk it up to the stress piling on you, not only that of regular adult life but that of your messy relationship with your best friend.

How ironic that must be, considering the whole reason it started was to relieve stress when now it’s your main source.

You empty your lungs with a shaky sigh and slide to the edge of the bed, intending to fetch a glass of water to calm yourself down. Before you can reach your feet, Jeongguk’s arm catches you at your waist, and then you’re being reeled back under the covers.

“Easy,” he mumbles, his voice grainy and low from sleep, “You’re fine. Talk to me.”

You swallow thickly, the scenes from your subconscious flashing back to you. “Um, that’s alright. Not a big deal.”

You wish he’ll just leave it at that and fall back asleep like he usually does. When his breathing steadies, you think you’re in the clear, but you are horribly mistaken when he yawns and adds, “You’ve been having a lot of nightmares recently.”

Is it another prompt for you to talk? You’re not sure what to say.

In fact, you’re never sure what to say anymore. Never sure what’s too much, what’s too little, what the difference is between what you say and what you mean. The line blurred months ago and now you’re wandering blind.

You’d enjoy moments like this if it wasn’t for the stark fact that the person you’re with doesn’t love you like you love him.

“Yeah…” you agree. Right now, your chest is heavy and not strong enough to support a conversation. You hope that he’s not too drowsy to take the hint.

A small sound from him makes it seem like another sleepy sentence is in the works, but fortunately, the tension in your chest begins to fade when nothing comes out. His hair shuffles against the pillow and he presses a featherlight kiss to the back of your neck, lips lingering there for a second too long before he sinks back into his position.

When you’re sure he’s slipped under the veil of slumber again, you carefully slide out of his grasp and squeeze into your own space at the edge of the bed. You don’t know how much longer you can last like this.

☆☆☆

“She texted me.”

The sentence makes you stop chewing. Your movements stop aside from an absent blinking, gears spinning overtime to process it.

“She uh, she wants to meet up,” he tacks on. “I think I should go.”

“Why would you do that?”

Jeongguk slowly twists the pasta around his fork, taking a blatant newfound interest in his dinner. He takes a deep breath, but when he opens his mouth, the words catch in his throat.

“I don’t know. I think we need to talk about what happened.”

You scoff, and he takes an immediate offense to it. His eyebrows knit together as a wounded expression takes form on his features.

“What happened? Gguk, she dumped you because you were going through a hard time and she didn’t want to ‘deal’ with it.”

It’s not just you playing the protective best friend role and trying to talk sense into him. It’s not jealousy, either. And sure, maybe you never liked her to begin with, but for good reason. She ended up doing exactly what you thought she would - shattering his heart into a million pieces and leaving it for someone else to pick up the pieces. And considering that’s been you on a multitude of occasions, you think your point of view is valid.

“Listen, I don’t blame her… That can be really hard on someone.”

“So it’s okay for them to just pop in out of the blue, say they can’t handle your emotional issues and bounce? Someone who they claimed to love for over a year and a half? Someone who they were thinking about marrying?”

Jeongguk purses his lips as you speak, a hefty exhale coming through his nose in frustration.

“I just miss her sometimes!”

And you really wish Jeongguk would love you back, but we can’t all get our way, can we?

Not to throw yourself a pity party, though. It’s not like he owes you anything for what you do because you brought it on yourself. He doesn’t control your feelings, even when you want to blame the nerve he has for smiling because it makes you get all jittery.

“She doesn’t even give a shit about me anymore! She’s out with other guys, doing all this shit, posting it everywhere. I… I loved her so bad and she acts like she has no clue.”

You give him pep talks when he’s about to go out with someone else. You comfort him when he’s distraught over someone else. You love him when he loves someone else.

And then-

“You don’t know what that’s like.”

You freeze. Your heart leaps to your throat, closing the gate on your lungs until you forcibly open them again as subtle as possible. A stinging feeling you know all too well burns in your eyes as you try to hold back. Jeongguk doesn’t notice in the slightest as his gaze is still fixated on his food.

Your initial reaction is anger. All you want to do is yell, tell him wrong, tell him that you know it all too well because you love him and he’s pathetically oblivious whether by his nature or by choice. Everything you want to say, shouts and confessions, float across your mind and bounce around the walls as each one brings you further to opening your mouth and letting them spill. Then you just want to cry.

But you won’t do any of that. Your situation won’t allow it, not if you want to risk losing him. It’s not a risk you’re willing to take, even if it means suffering in it by yourself and letting the irony of his words go unrealized.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you sigh, the fork gripped by your white knuckles tapping mindlessly against the side of the bowl as you swallow the feeling back down. Your hand comes up to scratch at the corner of your eye, wiping away the wetness beginning to pool composedly so he won’t notice.

“I don’t.”

☆☆☆

It’s on a Tuesday evening a couple of weeks in the future when you next see him.

Maybe more than a couple. Maybe a few. Maybe too many. Just enough for his tone to turn to something more confrontational than just casual when he sends you a text saying that he wants to see you again. Particularly when he specified that no, he needed to see you again.

He suggests the park by the river. You’ve been there a few times with him for lunches and to hang out, but the energy is different this time around. Both of you know why you’re here, even though you never thought you’d have to be.

For a while, you didn’t want to make things weird, so you’d come over when he’d ask and leave as soon as you could in an attempt to curb the damage on your heart. It wasn’t until three weeks ago that you actively started flaking on him. You’d let his calls ring until he hung up or left a message and say you were busy when there was absolutely nothing going on.

He stopped by your apartment at one point, too. You were freaking out after he texted you he’d be visiting, pacing around and wondering what to do, what to respond, if to respond at all. The knock at your door came sooner than you expected. Before you were about to pull it open and face what you’d been so casual about denying for so long, it occurred to you: You could simply not open the door.

So you waited. He knocked a few more times, sighing so loud you could hear through the door. He called out your name softly, as if he knew you were right on the other side. He stayed for a few more minutes. Then came the sound of his footsteps padding away. You were safe for another day, but the awful feeling stuck in your chest for days.

It stuck in his, too. He knew he should have never gone that far, never said anything that night, but he also wondered if he could have done it any other way. Standing at your door and having to face the fact that you were undeniably steering clear of him, because of him, was a nightmare. It was stupid of him, but you’d see past it - wouldn’t you?

And now you’re seeing him live and in person for the first time in god knows how long. It’s a foreign feeling you’ve never felt with Jeongguk before, and you hate it. It’s been long enough for the sense of familiarity to fade, or at least be buried by time.

Is this how a comet feels when it passes earth again after so many years apart? Does it feel new every time seeing how things have changed, or are they old friends who pick up where they left off?

“ So… what’s been going on with you?” Jeongguk asks nonchalantly, leaning back on his elbows and shaking the hair out of his eyes. “It’s been a while.”

“Uhh, I don’t know,” you shrug, vision focused on the calm waters in front of you. You tug at the grass under your fingertips, loosely hugging your knees to your chest as you sit beside him. “Not much I guess. Just work as usual, you know.”

“Yeah, but how are you?” he presses, trying to find your eyes as you avoid his.

He knew something was wrong from the evident distance and your attitude, but he didn’t think it’d be this bad. He didn’t think he’d fucked up this bad.

Your laugh is awkward and forced. “I’ve been fine. Been good.”

Thinking about the past few weeks, it’s not hard to remember but incredibly hard to grasp. It’s the same moments over and over, sourced from a lonely routine. Day by day spending time with yourself, missing Jeongguk, thinking about texting him but never doing it. Wash, rinse, repeat.

His face turns from you and you miss it the second you can’t see it. The feeling is off and both of you know it. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, biting at it as he thinks of what to say. If the wrong thing comes out, he’s worried he’ll chase you even further away. It took so much to even get you here.

“Listen, can I be honest with you?” he says.

Honesty is the best policy, isn’t it? He’s tired of beating around the bush. The two of you know so much more than bland small talk.

“Sure.”

He takes a deep breath. “I always thought that nothing could ever be uncomfortable with you and me. Like we could be straightforward and blunt without it being weird. But things right now are really weird and I don’t know what happened. You’re avoiding me and you don’t want to see me. It’s not like it used to be.”

Your nails scrape beneath each other, entangled in your lap. Clearly things aren’t the same, but you don’t have the energy to be snarky. There are so many things to address and you’re ignorant on where to start.

“I know there wasn’t a discount for the work dinner.”

He nods, looking out over the river. “Yeah, figured.”

“So why’d you lie?”

It’s his turn to shrug. “I just wanted you there and I didn’t know how to ask you. I… was starting to feel the shift and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. Saying that just gave me an excuse to take any of the weight off.”

He adds quietly, “Your turn.”

“Gguk,” you start, shaking your head as you try to find the right words. You think of the kiss, the dinner, the ring, the argument.

“We act like a couple. We do things couples do. We pretend we’re a couple. But... we aren’t a couple.”

He’s silent. He knows where you’re going. He knew it before you even got here because if you didn’t bring it up first, he would have.

“I think you already know what’s going on, but if you need it spelled out for you, I kinda caught feelings for you. And then you give me your grandmother’s wedding ring and tell me you love me and it hurts so fucking bad because I know you don’t mean it like that. Not the way I wish you did.”

The words dissipate into the fresh evening air, soon filled by delicate chirps and birdsongs. Distant laughter floats around the park, with muffled ferry horns layered behind it all.

“How do you know?”

Your hand pauses, chlorophyll green blades pulled taut between your fingers. No fucking way.

“What?”

He scratches the back of his neck before locking his eyes with yours. “How do you know... that I don’t mean it like that?”

He’s not playing with you, is he? No, he wouldn’t. You respond slightly confused, hesitant to lean into his words just yet.

“Are you saying that you do?”

He laughs and it makes your chest feel like it might burst open. “You’re kidding, right? I’ve been saying it. I mean, I thought I was being obvious.”

You suppress the excitement bubbling in your stomach for a second longer to throw him a questionable expression with an extended palm for emphasis. “You told me you wanted to go see your ex-girlfriend and were talking about how you loved her.”

He exhales through his teeth as he squints at you. “Yeah, that went a little far...”

“Only a little?”

“I’m apologizing, so let me, please?” He says, eyes wide with a small smile tweaking up at his lips. “It was stupid. I wanted to see what you would say or if you would get jealous. ‘Cause I thought you might have felt the same and at the time that was the only thing I could think of doing.”

Your expression falls.

“Wait, so did you actually meet up with her?”

“No, no!” He exclaims, rushing to refute such a bizarre idea. “Yes, she texted me, but I said no. Everything you said was right, so… it wasn’t worth it.”

He thinks he’s done, until he sees your stare still lingering on him. What’d he miss? He flops over on his stomach, elbows in the grass as his chin rests on his palms to look at you.

“You also said I didn’t know what it was like to love someone who didn’t love me back.”

A cheeky grin grows on him. “Okay... but technically you don’t because I loved you back the whole time.” One of his arms lowers to the ground, his fingers finding your own. He weaves them together with an affectionate squeeze. “You just didn’t know.”

The way your heart flutters is different this time. Gone are the tiring nerves and teary eyes and the weight of stress on your shoulders. It’s a comfortable sort of excitement, one that you’re in love with almost as much as you are with the boy himself.

“Since when?” you ask shyly, feeling the tingle in your cheeks.

It’s a relief to have Jeongguk back. A life without him wouldn’t be one you could ever get used to.

He was there at the start, he’s here now, and he will be here for as long as he possibly can. When it comes to you, there’s no doubt. He’s yours every time.

His deep brown eyes sparkle under the setting sun, golden and glowing, as he makes a point to find your own. Tone dulcet and tender, he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Since always.”

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