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satuguro · 1 year

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lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

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awniie · 4 months

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꒰ “comfortable!”✦ ۰ —ᣞ ⊹ ݁

ʚ summary: just a cozy little drabble…୨ৎ

ʚ content: just fluff <3 ( not proof read ) ⠂°⠄🕯𔘓

ʚ note: inspired by a tiktok i saw a while ago of a guy all in his gf’s lap (need)

you were in the bed watching a movie on your laptop. Scattered across the duvet were a couple snacks and your stuffed animals, as well as your favorite blanket that was draped across you shoulders . It was a quiet day, nothing much to do other than stay inside to avoid the frigid temperatures of mid-winter. You didn’t mind though, it gave you an excuse to catch up on watching shows and movies you liked. You shivered, it was very cold, and the draft in your room wasn’t pleasant. You couldn’t do much about it, so you simply swaddled back up into your blanket. Meanwhile, your eyes are glued to the screen and your wandering hands grab another cookie from the plastic container. After about 15 minutes into the movie, your boyfriend comes over and sits by you. Your crumb-coated hands presses the pause button and you turn to face him, “Hey what’s up?” You asked. He seems tired judging by his messy hair and sluggish movements, as if he was having an unrestful sleep.

“Can’t get comfortable on the couch, t’s too cold and I wanted to lay with you.” He explains, words quiet and slurring occasionally. You grin, heart warming at the thought of him not being able to sleep well without you. You allow him to lay on your against your shoulder. He quickly tucks his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving you simply thinking it was cute and that was the end of it.

But, a couple minutes later, he shifts against you awkwardly. You raise a single eyebrow at him and he mumbles, “still can’t get comfortable.” You roll your eyes playfully and open yours arms and tuck him under you. He leans himself against your chest, eyelids faling shut as his ear is pressed against your heartbeat. You make sure he has an adequate amount of blanket to keep him warm and you continue on with your movie.

5 minutes past and you feel your boyfriend squirming again. You paused your show, feeling a little annoyed. “Still not comfortable?” You asked, an edge on your words. He ignores it though, positioning his sleepy hand on your lap. You run a hand through his hair, and quickly resume your movie, expecting no more interruptions.

You let out an irritated groan as you feel your hard-headed boyfriend moving again. You shut the laptop off and glare at him. He gives a tired smile. “Still not warm, just lemme-” and he positions his face between your thighs and lower stomach. He wraps his arms around your waist and neatly snuggles himself in your body. You feel your face burn and you let out a little laugh. “You comfy now?”

“Mhm…very” he answers, response muffled by the fabric of your clothing. He was nice to have right there, his body warming yours, protecting you from the cold weather that seemed to slip through the cracks of your room. You resume back to your movie finally, but suddenly you find more interest rubbing your boyfriend’s back and mussing up his hair, just to hear the cute, sleepy sounds he makes. ♡

suguru, SATURO , megumi , CHOSO , yuta + any one your favs ! <3

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rottenrosethorns · 11 months

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Hi! Saw that your request is open and jump straight in to request lol.

Can you make a Leon x reader fluff, where Leon is this big tuff government agent (which he is) who is respected and look up to by people around him. But around reader he's just this big puppy who loves to cuddle and be in her arms, and he's so whiny whenever the reader needs to get up to go to the bathroom that he'll just wait for her outside the bathroom, once she gets out, he just scoops her back into his arms and off to cuddling session they go~ Can be any Leon you want!

Pairing: ID!Leon Kennedy x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Tough government agent by day, soft puppy boy by night. Leon recounts the highlights of his week spent with you.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: None! :)

A/N: i just love a good puppy boy yum. now, obvi RE2 takes the cake for soft boy, but in my head, i dream of old leon being the biggest baby, like he has so much trauma, let me be your therapist – hope you like this anon! <3

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- masterlist -

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Saturday & Sunday –

Leon adored the weekends. He got to spend all his time with you after all. He loved leaving work as early as possible to pick you up from your work, taking you out for a nice dinner, and maybe watching a movie or TV show afterwards. He loved staying up as late as possible, hoping that the sun never rose so that he could relish being in your comfort under the heaps of blankets because you always complained about being cold. Eventually, the stress of work and lack of sleep would forcibly pull him into slumber as he snuggled closer into your body. When he woke up to the sounds of the birds chirping and the morning sun rays peeking through the crevices of the curtains, Leon sinked into the mattress, holding you as close as possible. You were a heavy sleeper, so he often took advantage of that to kiss your temple and get up to make you breakfast.

Leon was such a giver, loving that he could be a caretaker for you. While he was gone at work, you were always the one to take care of things at home and make sure he had a clean space to relax and recharge. So, he’d always repay you for being the one to service you on the weekends. He knew your favorites, likes, and dislikes. And, even if he wasn’t the perfect cook, he still knew how to make up for it with weekly flowers delivered to the house. After breakfast, he’d be with you wherever you stepped.

You like reading in the den? He’d sit next to you while he answers emails and finishes reports, hating that your eyes were following words and not on him.

You like gardening outside? He’d start working out outside with his shirt off, definitely making sure to distract you and hating that you smiled more at the flowers than at him.

You like going out to brunch with your friends? He’d drive you to and from the restaurant, pretending to leave after kissing you goodbye and wishing you to have fun before sneaking back to sit at a reserved table.

He couldn't spend a second without you. So, that’s why he always hated the work week, because for forty hours, he had to resist quitting his career to be in your arms. And unfortunately, tomorrow was Monday.

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Monday –

Leon already started off the week to a bad start. Somehow, he’d forgotten to take the lunch you always packed him to work and he didn’t have enough time to drive back and grab it. It wasn’t that he minded skipping lunch – he missed many meals from harsh mission conditions already – or was incapable of buying his own lunch from a nearby food chain, it’s just that he was upset that he would be missing out on your little sticky notes you accompanied with each lunch. From when you started dating, you made it a habit to sneak in notes of affection and motivation to cheer him up throughout the day. He even made an effort to save all your sticky notes in the corner of his desk drawer with his favorite ones displayed on the edge of his monitor or overlapping on pictures frames of you propped up on the corner of his desk.

“Mr. Kennedy?”

“What do you want?” Leon all but glared at the assistant, standing near the door. She’d been a new addition to the team, meaning she was trying her chance to catch his eye. Arguably, Leon enjoyed the attention during his rookie days, using his looks for his career’s advantage; however, nowadays with you in his life, Leon treated every woman with a cold shoulder and a sneer. Unfortunately, some women were into cold and sneering men.

The assistant fluttered her eyes, pushing her chest out as if she had a spinal injury, “There’s some here to see you.”

Thinking that she was talking about herself, Leon grit his teeth in annoyance, “Get the fuck out of my office.”

“Leon!” You unexpectedly appeared through the door of his office with a disappointed frown, “That was so rude, apologize to her now.”

Leon’s jaw slacked in surprise, not expecting you to show up at his workplace. He stumbled out of his chair, quickly making it over towards you to give you a kiss only to meet the side of your face instead of your lips. Leon pouted from you avoiding his kiss. You gave him a glare, eyes flickering towards the assistant. Internally groaning, Leon knew he didn’t have a choice as you were the most stubborn person he’s met. But he was a pleaser – he was your pleaser – so he’d do anything you ask him to.

Turning towards the assistant, Leon begrudgingly muttered an apology, “I shouldn’t have sworn at you. That’s my fault.”

Although he didn’t mean it, Leon looked at the assistant with harsh eyes. From his height, you couldn’t see his disingenuous expression and gullibly believed in his fake act of remorse. His glare hardened, a warning for the assistant to leave before he kicked her out physically. Leon would never put his hands on a woman, but if they were threatening his lover, then all those morals went out the window. Getting the hint, the assistant finally made the move to leave, but not fast enough for Leon to grab you in his arms and essentially make out with you in front of her.

You pulled back from the kiss with a blush, “Leon!”

Leon smirked, loving to see the flush on your face and being the reason for it, “I missed you.”

“You saw me this morning,” You rolled your eyes at Leon’s dramatics.

“So?” Leon snuggled into you closer, sniffing you as if your scent was home to him, “What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”

Leon heard some rustling and looked to see his forgotten lunch bag in your hand, “Hungry?”

Leon nodded like a puppy with a wide smile on his face before guiding you to sit on his office chair while he sat on his desk. He happily waited as you unpacked everything on his desk and advised him which foods to start with. And, although he didn’t receive a note that day, your presence made up for it.

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Tuesday –

“Conference is ready for Eagle, I repeat, Conference is ready for Eagle.”

Leon raised his cuff towards his mouth, “Copy that.”

Leon buttoned his suit jacket, securing his pistol, and gestured one arm towards the Oval Office’s door, “Mr. President, we’re ready for you.”

Leon received a curt nod before leading him out the Oval Office and towards the press room. Like routine clockwork, his eyes were constantly scanning for danger. Even though they were only moving from one end of the White House towards the other, Leon was never too careful. Once at the doors of the press room, Leon held the door with one hand while the other went back up near his mouth, “Eagle’s entering the press room.”

When he received the green light, Leon pushed open the door and followed the President towards the stage. Again, he scanned the room, looking for any suspicious activity or possible threats. Just as he made his way towards the edge of the stage where he was usually stationed during these boring politically vague press conferences, his eyes happened to catch a familiar figure, causing him to stumble over his feet and loudly crash into the American flag flagpole. The noise caused each reporter to inspect the situation as they watched Leon fumble. With quick reflexes, Leon caught the pole before it fell over and placed it back upright before awkwardly shuffling towards his post. Normally, Leon wouldn’t have made such a mistake, but the sight of you sitting with the audience of reporters caught him off guard. How could he forget that you worked in a very reputable news station?

Leon avoided everyone’s lingering stares, pretending that what just happened didn’t happen. Well, everyone’s but yours. Once he met your twinkling eyes, your face broke out into the most adorable smile as you tried to hide it behind your notepad and suppress your giggles. Leon let out a barely audible chuckle as his face flushed. You were the only one that could have him feeling embarrassed. But technically, this was your fault, because you looked too good for him not to stare at you the whole time. If any of his colleagues was watching his view, they’d definitely think you were some sort of threat waiting to take their chance.

Normally, Leon couldn’t wait for these conferences to be over. But now, he found this one particularly excruciating. The whole time he kept wondering how the hell he was supposed to control himself when you were in work mode. Just the way you asked the most intelligent questions, being so focused when writing your notes, and the way you brushed your hair out of your face whenever it fell into your vision sent him into a state of blissful insanity. The things he’d do to just leave his post and jump into your arms was unthinkable. But he had a job to do, and he was the best at it. Plus, he wanted to show off how cool and handsome he was while on the job.

“Thank you. We’ll be taking no more questions at this moment.”

Leon snapped out of his daze, moving to escort the president off the stage. Turning towards a secret service member, Leon gave the orders to guide the president back to his next destination before breaking away and practically skipping towards you.

“Nice fall there, Romeo,” You teased, can’t help but giggled as you recanted the fresh memory.

Leon scratched his head with a crooked smile, “I saw the most beautiful person in my life.”

You shook your head giggling before giving him a quick kiss, not wanting to get him in trouble at work. Leon excitedly accepted your kiss, smile widening even more as his lips tingled.

“Kennedy! Debrief!”

Leon looked over to see his colleague waving him down from across the room. Instantaneously, his stoic expression returned as he gave a quick nod of acknowledgement. Once out of sight, his features soften, looking at you apologetically, “Gotta go, I’ll see you later. Love you!”

It took him almost a minute to actually say goodbye and leave you, but the skip in his step made up for his tardiness.

…..

Wednesday –

Leon was starting to get tired of these meetings. His job was to fight bioweapons, did he really need to sit in the geeky science side of things? If there’s a monster, kill it. Easy.

He sighed, as his eyes bore into the papers, yet not reading any of the content written on them. Every word said by the scientists and researchers went in one ear and right out the other as they continued through the robust slideshow. Didn’t he skip college for this exact reason?

Just as they were about to continue towards the next slide, Leon’s phone rang, interrupting everyone from their concentration. Usually, Leon would apologize for forgetting to silence his phone, but seeing your caller ID flash on his screen had him running outside the meeting room as the group decided to call for an intermission.

Picking up, Leon piped up, “Hello?”

“Is it a bad time?”

Leon looked back to the meeting room without a care, “Nope, wasn’t doing anything important, what’s up?”

“I was just going to ask what you wanted to eat for dinner for Friday’s movie night. Do you want to order in or make something ourselves?”

“What’s wrong with both?” Leon chuckled.

“That’s too much!” You laughed.

Leon smiled, loving the sound of your laughter and being the one that made you laugh, “Okay, okay, let’s get something easy to make. We’ve got some other shopping to do too.”

“Perfect, we’ll go tomorrow, okay? Come home early.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, “I’ll be there.”

“Okay, I gotta go now. I love you!”

“I love you too,” Leon kissed into the phone before hanging up.

He was about to turn around and head back to the presentation room before being face to face with the Redfield siblings. Chris raised his brow while Claire did her best to hide her snickering behind her hand. Leon’s stoic persona returned, pushing past them as he muttered, “Shut up.”

…..

Thursday –

“Salsa”

“Check.”

“Chips?”

“Check.”

“Anything else?”

“Sour cream,” Leon read the grocery list, “That should be it.”

You nodded, heading towards the condiments aisle, “Right, can’t forget the sour cream.”

Finding the location, you were about to ask Leon for help as the bottle you wanted was placed on the top shelf, but Leon was quick to understand and had already reached up and placed the bottle in the cart. You smiled and attempted to pat his head, “Thank you! Ready to go?”

If Leon had a tail, it would be wagging faster than a boat propeller. Leon perked up at the praise, basking in the good words you had for him. He could never get over how well you treated him and he lived to impress you everytime. Just as he went to answer, a certain sibling duo appeared again. Was this his bad luck?

Once you saw Claire, you immediately rushed over and enveloped her into a hug and gushed about where she’s been and what she’s been up to. Knowing you well, Leon knew it’d a while before you realized you’d been talking for a bit too long. Chris seemed to know this too as he went over to Leon and struck up some small talk. He looked in your cart, analyzing the collected ingredients, “Taco night?”

Leon let out a gruff noise with a scowl on his face to indicate that Chris guessed correctly. Leon crossed his arms, impatiently waiting for you to finish so that you both could go home and cuddle on the couch together.

Chris scoffed, “You don’t have to hide that you love them, you know? It’s not like everyone doesn’t know you’re head over heels for them already.”

Leon pressed his lips together, “I’m not hiding anything.”

“You’re not?” Chris pressed, “So, yesterday, on that phone call, you did send a kiss through the phone, right?”

Leon met Chris’s eyes with a glare, not willing to admit he’d ever do such a thing. Although it was the truth and it would’ve hurt his pride to admit, Leon hated denying it in case it made you sad, so he chose to use silence as his answer. Chris found this particularly amusing as he laughed, “It’s okay to have feelings, you know? In this field of work, it’s nice to have someone – someone human – to remind us that we have lives outside of the virus.”

Leon’s tough demeanor slightly cracked as he watched you laugh and joke with Claire. He hated to admit, but Chris was right. You were his everything. You made all the bad memories and nightmares go away. You reminded him that he’s just a guy trying to live a normal life. And, he’d do anything to keep you in his arms forever.

Without thinking, Leon admitted, “I love them.”

Chris smiled in triumph, “You look good together.”

Just as the men finished their chat, you looked over at Leon to which Leon softened his expression to meet your gaze, “Hey, you won’t mind if Chris and Claire come over tonight, right? They can even stay over if they want! Come on, let’s go!”

Even if he wanted to, Leon couldn’t bring himself to argue with you. Sure, he wanted you for himself tonight, but he couldn’t ever say no to you. Thus, you collectively left the grocery store with Leon grumbling in tow as Chris snickered at his demise.

…..

Friday –

Fridays, oh Fridays. They were Leon’s favorite day of the week. It was the majority of the population's favorite day of the week actually. But, Leon’s reason wasn’t mundane like getting off work early to celebrate the weekend or other adjacent reasons. His reason was because he was to come home to you and destress the woes of the week in your arms. He didn’t care what movie or TV show was playing, he just wanted to bury himself deep into your neck and press loving kisses as if he was thanking you for your existence. Even though your focus was solely on the drama of the cinema, Leon was just happy to be included. That’s all that he needed. You were all that he needed.

“I gotta use the bathroom,” You started to untangle yourself from Leon’s hold, “You can keep watching though.”

Leon mewled in protest. He didn’t even know what was playing anyways, so it didn’t matter to him. The hold on you shifted, so that Leon was encircling your waist and holding your body flush against his. He buried his face into your chest and his muffled, “Don’t go.”

You patted his head, brushing your fingers through his hair as you cooed at him, “I’ll be back in a bit, okay? Keep the blankets warm for me?”

Leon pouted, squeezing you one more time before reluctantly letting you go – extra emphasis on the reluctant part. Leon was basically an octopus suction cupping you on him as you struggled to get out of his hold. Once you were finally freed, you huffed before sending him off with a quick kiss and running towards the bathroom. Leon laid on the couch, lifeless. He didn’t know what to do without you. He tried to tune into the TV, but his lack of attention to plot confused him on the premise of whatever was playing. He laid back with his hand on his stomach, fiddling his fingers as he stared at the ceiling. He shifted his body left and right, suddenly feeling like the couch was made of concrete and blankets knitted with the itchiest yarn known to man.

Annoyed, Leon decided to abandon the couch and shuffle his way towards the bathroom and paced outside as he waited for you to finish. Thankfully, you weren’t that long before you unlocked the door and stepped out. You hadn’t gotten far before Leon scooped you up in his arms and swiftly took you back to the couch and buried your bodies in the mountain of pillows and blankets. Only now did he feel comfortable, like sleeping on clouds.

You giggled, taking his face in your hand and holding him to look at you. Leon’s eyes widened, waiting for you to say what you wanted to. You booped his nose, “Were you waiting outside for me?”

Leon pursed his lips like he was asking for a kiss. You shook your head, not willing to kiss him until he gave you an answer. Once realizing this, Leon’s lips turned into a pout, “I missed you.”

You giggled, pressing a rewarding kiss to which he passionately accepted, “You’re so cute.”

Leon snuggled back into you as your fingers entangled themselves back into his hair, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy oneshot #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy oneshot #leon kennedy fic #leon s kennedy fanfiction #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #resident evil x you #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy fluff #resident evil fluff

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eimids · 6 months

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Rise and shine

Lionesses x reader

reader is hungover and has to go to a team bonding night.

warnings: none, bit teasing

"Y/l/n, get up" It was Lucy who called your name.

"Noooo..." You whined back.

You had been partying the day before and now you had a hangover. You weren't supposed to drink that much but your friend kept ordering more and more. It was bad, you wanted to throw up and just crawl under your blankets, where you already were. You had forgotten the team night you had that day with your teammates.

"Get up or I'm gonna get Leah" Lucy stated.

"Don't you dare" You kept whining.

"Leeaahhh" Lucy started yelling.

"Fine I'm up, I'm up. Please just stop yelling" You groaned as the light hit your eyes. It was too loud and too bright for your tired form.

"You have twenty minutes to look presentable and shower, I expect you to be downstairs after those twenty minutes" Lucy said and left. You could hear her laughing as you groaned in agony.

You slowly just got up and went to pee. You popped some painkillers in your mouth and took a nice warm shower. You stayed there much longer than you should've. It has already been twenty minutes and this time it wasn't Lucy knocking on your door. It was Niamh and Leah.

"Y/l/n, open up the door" It was Leah who yelled.

"I need few more minutes and then I'm ready" You yelled back.

Niamh and Leah had to practically drag you out of your room and to the team room. It was just a nice night together as teammates, there were games, food and music. It was all too loud.

"Oh there is our little party animal!" This time it was Ella who was yelling. She wasn't know for being quiet.

You just groaned and found a place on the couch between Lotte and Mary. Mary said something along the lines "stop bullying her" but you didn't really listen. You, and your precious water bottle, were snuggled to Mary's side.

The whole team laughed at you a bit before continuing their business. You just clung to Mary and listened her, Lotte and Lauren talk about movies. It was nice, there were people around you but didn't push you to actually make an effort.

At some point you got hungry and got up. Lucy and Leah were at the table sitting and looking something on Leah's phone.

"Oh rise and shine to you" Leah laughed.

You were confused. "You fell asleep there for a moment, I got some amazing pictures of you" She explained.

Then they proceeded to show you the most awful photo of you that there is. You had your mouth open, drool dropping onto Mary's shoulder. You eyes were closed which suggested that you had in fact fallen asleep.

"DELETE THAT" Was what you yelled. You wanted to be angry at the pair and couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh absolutely not, this is my new favorite picture in this world" Leah said back to you.

You were a bit embarrassed when the whole team was once again laughing to you.This time you found your way to Lucy's neck and buried your head there.

You loved your teammates but they really could be a pain in the ass.

#woso community #wlw post #woso fanfics #woso x reader #leah williamson #lucy bronze #alessia russo #mary earps #niamh charles #lauren james #lionesses #ella toone

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uluvjay · 2 months

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The easy days- J. Slafkovsky

Juraj Slafkovsky x fem! Reader

In which you bask in Juraj’s rare off day

Warnings?: Fluff, kissing, talks of burning out and exhaustion but no more I can think of, i apologize for any errors!

You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being scattered along your cotton covered shoulder, strands of dark brunette hair tickling your jaw.

“Morning” you smiled down at the large boy tucked under your arm.

Juraj perked his head up at the sound of your soft voice, a bright smile overtaking the boys face as he leaned up to place a small peck to your lips.

“Good Morning.” He breathed resting his chin on your chest.

“What are the plans for today?” You question softly, hands working into his soft locks.

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the relaxing sensation of your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“Sleep, coffee, couch, movies, food.” He answered after a moment.

“Sounds good to me.” You giggled.

The habs finally had an off day after two back to back games with a practice and another game earlier in the week and you knew your boyfriend needed a day of nothing but rest.

He’d been working his ass off and while it’s been paying off and he’s doing amazing things he still needs a day of relaxation in order to keep his young body from burning out.

Looking over at the digital clock on your nightstand you laughed realizing it was seven in the morning but you couldn’t blame Juraj for being up this early, the jet lag got ahold of him as soon as he laid in the bed last night.

“What time do you want to get back up?” You asked softly.

“Whenever we feel like it.” He chuckled softly and you nodded in agreement before placing a kiss to his head and snuggling into your pillow while Juraj resumed his position under your arm allowing himself to be the little spoon for once.

When you two do finally emerge from the comfort and warmth of your bed it’s just passing ten in the morning.

You both share a quick shower before getting dressed and heading to your favorite coffee shop. Snow had fallen overnight leaving a soft blanket on the streets of Montreal.

You two make small talk about his trip and how he enjoyed his multi point roadtrip, he blushed as your praised his achievements telling you it wasn’t a big deal but deep down you knew he was enjoying the praise.

Juraj parked in front of the coffee shop before making his way around to your door and opening it for you.

“Thank you kind sir.” You laughed as you step out.

“It’s no problem, I always look out for the clumsy.” He smirked as you let out a scoff and smacked his shoulder.

“I am not clumsy!”

“Coles ring camera says differently.” He giggled and you couldn’t argue with that one.

A few weeks ago everyone had gathered at Cole’s new house for dinner and the boy had told everyone to watch the patch of ice on his walkway but somehow even after trying to avoid it, you still slipped.

He took your hand as he lead you towards the door, opening it for you he followed after you stepping into the smell of fresh coffee and baked sweets.

“Do you want your usual?” He asked as you two stepped into the small line.

“Yes please.” You smiled up at him.

He gave you a soft nod before dipping down and capturing your lips in a short kiss, Juraj wasn’t big on pda but after being away for a week he missed you and he didn’t really care who saw him showing his favorite person a bit of love.

Once you two reached the counter the barista smiled brightly as she recognized you two instantly.

“Hi guys! Do you want your usual today?”

“Yes please.” Juraj smiled politely.

“Okay! That’ll be $14.07, you can swipe whenever you’re ready.” She smiled and you watched as Juraj paid knowing there was absolutely no point in trying to make him let you.

You slid two bills into the tip jar before making your way to the small waiting area, Juraj wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close to his side.

“We need to finish that movie we started before you left for your road trip.” You reminded him.

“Oh yeah, we have to find some others to watch too because I plan on being on that couch for the rest of the day.” He laughed.

“Deal, what about that new horror one you wanted to see?” You asked.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiled softly, his attention pulled away from you as the barista called out your names and placed the cups on the counter.

“Thank you!” You smiled at her as you both collected your drinks and headed back to the car.

For the next few hours you two were wrapped up in blankets while you rested on your large sectional, your back to Juraj’s chest while he rested against the soft cushions of the couch.

You had eaten things that Juraj should’ve been staying clear from due to his strict diet but he didn’t care in the moment, he was allowed a cheat day every now and then.

You’d ran through all the new movies you two had been desperate to watch, a horror, some comedy and others dramas.

After a nice filling dinner you were back in your spot against him but this time your head was rested against his chest while his fingers raked through your hair and his nails scratched along your back under your shirt.

“Today has been nice.” You spoke softly.

“It has, thank you for everything today.”

“You don’t have to thank me J, I love spending time with you.” You smiled up at him.

“I know but some people wouldn’t do this for their partner, you didn’t have to lay around with me all day and do nothing but you did. So thank you and I love you.” He smiled.

“I love you more baby.” You giggled as you pushed yourself up to press your lips against his.

It was soft and full of passion, showing him how much he actually did mean to you without having to try and explain it in words which you struggled with.

Pulling away he gave you one more peck on the lips before settling back and stroking your cheek with his large thumb.

He could see the sleep clouding your eyes, the way they kept drooping had his heart warming, despite it being barely seven he pulled you close and wrapped your favorite blanket around you.

“Go to sleep love, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He spoke as he began to stroke your hair.

“Okay.” You breathed as you snuggled into him.

You loved hockey and loved watching Juraj live out his dream with amazing teammates and an amazing organization but there was nothing better then days like this, the days where you could spend the entirety loving on him and allowing his body to get the rest he needed.

Nothing would ever top the easy days.

#nhl #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagine #juraj slafkovsky imagine #juraj slafkovsky x reader #juraj slafkovsky #montreal canadiens #nhl blurb #nhl fluff #nhl imagine #nhl fic

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holylulusworld · 1 month

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Stuck on you

Summary: Dean can be annoying as fuck. But you're stuck on him.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader (fem)

Warnings: a/b/o, needy Dean, annoying Dean, fluff, cuddling & snuggling

“Dean, can you just not?” You groan and roll your eyes as Dean paces around the library. He glances at the book in your hands like it's an enemy he wants to kill. “What?”

“Do you read that book or just look at it?” He cocks his head when you slam the book shut. Crap, you’re mad.

“Dean Winchester, there are no pictures in the book. Do you think I just stare at the words and wait for them to crawl inside my brain?”

“That’s a funny thought,” he nods slowly. “Imagine, the words just jump at you and nestle in your brain. Would be cool.”

“You’d find it cool only because you hate reading,” you point the book at him. “Now stop distracting me. I try to get this essay done.”

“Why do you write an essay?” He sits on the table to run his fingertips over your thigh. “We could have a movie night or dinner in bed.”

“I need to finish this one because I want that degree,” you stick your tongue out when he rolls his eyes. “Remember, I told you that I want to be more than a huntress one day. The degree is important to me, and I expect you to support me.”

“I do, but—” his eyes drop to your cleavage, and Dean forgets what he wanted to say. He’s close to his rut and in need of cuddles. Dean is simply too proud to ask you to stop reading and start taking care of your alpha.

“Why did I let you claim me again?” You grin at Dean. He tries to hide his neediness and fails epically. You’re an evil bitch and love to tease your alpha. “I can’t believe my alpha is not supporting me.”

“Sweetheart,” he stammers. “I always support you. You know that. It’s just…I need … uh … your help with something.”

“How about you go to your Dean cave and let me read for another hour?” You fake that you are angry and pout. You need Dean to leave so you can take care of him later.

Dean sighs deeply but nods.

“Fine,” he hangs his head and hops off the table. Dean leaves the library without trying to get you to follow him. He knows when he’s not wanted…

“Why are you calling me? We live in the same place,” Dean asks while walking toward your shared room. He pouts as he enters the room. “Y/N?”

You hang up the phone to pat the spot next to you on your bed. “I thought we could have a movie night and…” You lick your lips, “I’m in need of cuddles and I brought all the nice blankets here.”

“Cuddles, huh?” He closes the door, considering his next step. The book you read lies abandoned on your nightstand. He glares at it and sticks his tongue out. “I’ll give the best cuddles and hugs.

“I know, alpha,” you croon. “Why don’t you come over here and show me how good you can cuddle me.”

Dean cockily smirks. He kicks off his shoes and strips his clothes off.

“I will cuddle you so good you’ll be a mess when I’m done with you.”

You chuckle. “I meant cuddling, not sex.”

He crawls onto the bed and under the covers to pounce on you. You end up on top of Dean, with his arms slung tightly around your body.

“Better?”

“Better,” he nuzzles you. “I have missed you today, sweetheart. Is all.”

“You’ve got me, Dean. Always…”

#dean winchester #dean x reader #spn #dean winchester fanfic #a/b/o #dean winchester x reader #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean winchester x omega!reader #a/b/o dynamics

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tiredcreatur3 · 1 year

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preggo reader x toji

i just gotta talk about this.

once u get pregnant, that man just becomes the softest gentlest teddy bear on earth.

always fucking u nice and slow, refusing to fuck u nice and rough like he did before u showed him the positive pregnancy test.

he got all soft at the idea of becoming a daddy and being ur child’s father. he took it very serious and wanted to be a part of that baby’s life. he looked it all up, made sure to educate himself on how much ur body would change while getting ready to bear his baby.

and oh, the treatment u’d get after u start showing, all those kisses ur little round tummy would get, along with ur pussy as he’d eat u out after a long day of waddling around and just refusing to relax because even though u were tired and ur feet hurt, u still wanted to keep ur mind busy and didn’t wanna get bored and think about anything negative.

“so proud of u baby..” he’d say while spreading ur folds apart, pressing a small kiss to ur clit, torturing u just like that but oh, did it feel good regardless.

“t-to..” u whimpered out, staring down at him, having gotten so so much more sensitive ever since u got pregnant, each lick and suck making ur eyes roll back, sighing shakily as u didn’t even notice the male carefully pulling up ur shirt, revealing those soft flushed tits of urs.

“so pretty like this, god.” he sighed, humming as he dives in again, closing his eyes and focusing on making u feel nice and good, arms wrapped around ur thighs, palms resting on ur lower tummy.

of course he loved the way u looked before but he couldn’t ignore all the changes ur body underwent physically. how full and soft ur tits got, ur hips getting all squishy, ass nice and plump, getting thick in all the right fuckin’ places. he loved it, he couldn’t get enough of that.

he’d just stare at u, sitting on the couch in his boxers because u could barely fit into ur lil panties and thongs anymore and u found out that toji’s boxers were comfortable as hell. he loved every second of it.

he’d lend u most of his clothes after that, not like u already didn’t wear most of his stuff but oh, seeing u like that, ur plump tits and ass under his hoodie, rubbing ur feet together as u’d whine at him to come cuddle u because u were sleepy but didn’t wanna nap alone. he loved how clingy u got after getting pregnant.

he was also the only person allowed to touch ur tummy. or well, family members and close friends were unstoppable in this, they’d touch it anyway, even when u or toji would tell them no. but god, it felt so good from him. it was like the warmest hug ever. u’d have a bad day and all that man needs to do is just rub his palm across ur little belly and u are purring like a kitten.

he loves u so much and u being pregnant only deepens that feeling, seeing u waddle around the house, being there for u through all the sleepless nights that u’d just vomit and cry because of how overwhelming it was, taking ur mood swings and sudden crying very serious and never getting angry at u for that. u were carrying his baby after all and there was no way he’d be getting angry at u for that. he tried to support u the best he could.

and oh, seeing ur blissed face after being snuggled into a heated blanket and after devouring a plate of chicken wings and watching ur favorite movie that u forced him to watch with u, that’s all he needs to be content and knows he can go to bed with a good feeling.

fucking u while pregnant was goddamn heaven for toji. u were sensitive and whiny for most part and oh, seeing how u clung to him and was all shy and pliant for him, grabbing onto him as he fucked u nice and deep, holding onto him and refusing to let go, moaning and crying into his ear.

u were a fucking angel while pregnant and he loved every single damn bit of it.

10/10 would knock u up again. and prolly will

#toji fushiguro smut #toji x y/n #toji smut #jjk toji #toji fushiguro

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bas-writes · 5 months

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nonsexual acts of intimacy ↬ cuddling in a blanket fort

❧ itadori yuji x gn!reader | cw: aged up character, a little bittersweet aftertaste to it ❧

"Aren't we a little bit too old for this?"

The pile of blankets, strategically spread over chairs next to the heater, billows and heaves from side to side until Itadori's head pokes out from between the folds. When peeking at you like this, from below, his eyes seem even bigger and sadder, giving him a perfect kicked puppy look.

You've been together for quite a long time and you're still not sure whether it's just his charm or he does it on purpose.

"You can't be too old for a blanket fort, Y/N." He pouts, disappointment in his voice almost palpable. "C'mon? I have snacks?"

The fact Itadori put so much time and effort into building this…living room-clogging monstrosity is on its own begging for you to cave in—but it's not the best of your days. You missed the stopover and had to wait outside in the worst weather possible, exposed to vicious wind and a disgusting mix of rain and snow. A hope for a fresh and dry change of clothes and a sofa to sprawl on have been keeping you sane on your way home.

And you've returned to…this.

"Popcorn with butter?" Itadori spreads the blankets further, showing the nest he's prepared inside. "Lots of butter."

Delicious, warm aroma hits your nose and melts your grumpiness in no time, "You know how to seduce me."

Itadori has exceeded himself, you realize once you crawl inside, on all fours, like a child, careful to not bump into fragile construction. There are pillows, piled into a fluffy bedding, yet another blanket already wrapped into a pocket just waiting for you two inside, and a whole mountain of your favorite snacks and sweet drinks. There's also a laptop, placed on a mini altar built of books and probably all of the fairy lights you've gathered in your apartment. It's blindingly bright and almost too hot—but once you caved, you simply can't resist the atmosphere.

Your boyfriend's muscular arms quickly find your middle and pull you into his lap, your legs soon tangled together under the blanket. He's warm and addictive with his strong hold—and yet, the back rest he provides with his torso is so soft you feel like drowning into his embrace. Dry clothes and sofa? This is what you have been looking for all day long, from the cruel, unpleasant dark morning to the ordeal of taking a commute mids moody November weather.

Itadori, feeling you nuzzling close into his body, embraces you tighter and kisses your temple before setting his chin on your shoulder. His touch is strong and secure, tight in that perfect, cozy way that comes to mind together with a perfectly matched weighted blanket. But there's an anxious possessiveness behind it, the bitter aftertaste of his past chasing you even in sweet and innocent moments like this, when you snuggle under the blankets, not like adults, but more like kids who barely discovered dating.

Maybe he's aware of it, maybe not. Regardless, you just can't stop yourself from sneaking your hands around his, softly caressing his scarred knuckles.

"Hey, what's wrong?" As always, it's you first in his concern, his own thoughts and needs far behind many things listed in between the two of you. "A bad day?"

"Well…it could be better. But let's just forget," you let him play this scenario. You always let him. He puts you on his altar and you gently lead him from this position into comfort he needs.

He kisses the crown of your head, leaning towards the laptop. "Any movie requests for tonight?"

"Anything but those disgusting horrors of yours, please."

a/n: yuji deserves all love and softness, especially now T^T i saw the prompt and i immediately thought about him. he's an adult in this drabble but he still loves sweet and childish moments like this

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quickiesgirl · 1 year

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Saw your requests were open so I thought I would shoot my shot haha

Eddie Munson smut!!

You and Eddie are roommates and best friends. After one of your regular movie nights you over hear him masterbating in the room next to you and you can’t help but pleasure yourself to the sounds of your friend. This goes on for a while until you get caught.

Thank you so much for the request, babes! I’m sorry it took so long to finish. Needed a little break to refresh my mind. I really hope you like it and it is what you had in mind. <3

Sudden Urge - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Switch!Eddie, Masturbation, Caught, Fingering, Size Difference, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Unprotected, Best friends to Lovers.

The end credits of the movie rolled, and a light nudge was given to your arm by your roommate, implying that it was your turn to get the tape out since he did the night before.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You sighed in a joking manner, pulling yourself off the couch to tip-toe across the excruciatingly cold floor toward the television.

Your body shivered slightly since you were wearing little to nothing in your small pair of night shorts and long Metallica t-shirt, which you stole out of his closet.

“I'll give it to you, sweetheart. I actually enjoyed that movie,” Eddie said, making you glance back at him with a wide smile.

He had some doubts early on about the romantic film you chose, ‘Who’s That Girl,’ but was always down to cuddle on the couch and hang out with his best friend.

“I told you you'd like it, Eds."

Eddie’s hand abruptly squeezed his knee, ogling your body as you bent over in front of the television and reached down towards the VHS player, the light perfectly illuminating your inner thighs and the thin fabric rising high enough to show the base of your cheeks.

You placed the tape back with the other movies and walked back over to your roommate, noticing his gaze locked onto the floor, rarely looking you in the eye as he let out a fake, exhausted yawn, and extended his arms back, "Hey, I'm pretty tired… I think I'll head to bed.”

“Yeah, me too.” You agreed, picking up your blanket and throwing it over your shoulder, watching the long-haired boy slowly stand to his feet, careful not to face you, considering the massive tent bulging in the front of his gray sweatpants.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Night, sweetheart!” He said, giving you a small smile before the two of you descended to the privacy of your rooms for the night.

As you got ready for bed, you slipped out of your night shorts and under the covers, snuggling up with your blanket, inhaling Eddie's sweet scent that made butterflies fill your stomach.

Your eyes slowly shut as you lay in silence and let your mind wander back to your best friend’s arms with your body pressed into his side. His scent of tobacco and vanilla mixed together, along with the warmth of his body so close to yours, made you feel so safe and warm.

You and Eddie cuddled very often, but lately, it was different for you, less of a platonic type of feeling and something you wanted more out of. You never want to harm this relationship by bringing it up, so you hid it deep down inside and continued to hide your feelings.

A soft muffled groan echoed from the room beside you, making your eyes shoot open, staring into the dark, directly towards the wall your roommate's bedroom was behind as you overhear another groan, much louder than the last.

Curiosity filled your mind and made you lift from the mattress, scooting yourself closer to the wall to press your ear against it while he continued stroking himself.

You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth, face growing completely warm to the touch. It was obvious what Eddie was doing, and you couldn't control the lusty feeling that filled your body.

The walls of these apartments were especially thin, and the two of you found this out almost immediately due to your noisy neighbors. That tiny detail must have slipped from his head, or perhaps he couldn’t control himself. Whatever it was, you weren’t going to stop him.

You just had to fall asleep and ignore it. Yet, you struggled to pull yourself away from the sounds of pleasure behind your wall.

What the hell were you doing? You can’t just listen to your best friend get off. That's an invasion of privacy. But, the ache between your thighs would say different.

You turned your bedside lamp on and crossed your arms over your chest, staring into the distance. There was no sleeping for you at this moment, and there was no intention of leaving yourself this horny.

You slid your hand into the waistband of your panties and cupped your pussy, circling your wet entrance with the tips of your fingers, spreading your arousal across your digits.

You hadn’t pleased yourself in weeks, mostly because you started looking at it like a chore. It was never the same as when someone else was there with you. But the idea of Eddie jerking off did something to you and made you touch yourself like never before.

Eddie laid against his mattress with a nudie magazine open, eyeing the centerfold of a beautiful woman on full display with extremely similar features to you.

“Mmh, fuck, sweetheart~” He says with a thick grunt, his pretty round thighs spread open with an eager hand wrapped around the base of his heavy erection, moving up and down his length with pre-cum leaking down his fist.

You reached under your shirt and massaged your breasts while your other hand rubbed at your clitoris in light circles for a few more moments, pussy continuously clenching around nothing.

You could tell he was trying to keep quiet, but the poor boy couldn’t help himself once his orgasm hit him, delighting you with submissive, shaky moans that made the coil tighten in your stomach. Picturing the way his thick, milky white cum released over his stomach and chest.

It had only been minutes since you heard him, giving Eddie enough time for his high to wear out and clean himself up. You were at the peak of the orgasm you so desperately craved, head tossing back against your pillows as your thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Before your heart dropped, hearing the sudden knock on your bedroom door, and your roommate opening it slightly to peek his head in on such a vulnerable moment.

“You still awake- oh, oh fuck-” His brown button eyes widened as he witnessed the sight of your thighs open and your hand slipped into your panties.

You raise quickly, head cloudy with lust as you snatch your blanket and cover yourself up. Embarrassment written on your face, forced to stare your best friend in the eyes while the two of you stayed frozen across each other

“I-I’m so sorry!..” Eddie stuttered over himself, struggling to pull his gaze from you before he turned around and began closing the door, but out of pure desperation, you called out in a whimper. “don't leave.”

Your gaze revealed to him exactly what you were begging for, and he was the only person who could help you. His wandering eyes look at you through long lashes, practically burning holes along your body, “Y-you want me to stay?”

You nodded your head as he took a few steps forward, moving closer to where you hid under the covers, and hand still stuffed in your panties, cupping your pussy. Eddie’s mind races the dirtiest fantasies that he’s imagined on those late, lonely nights.

“Need some help?” Eddie questioned, his low, sensual voice going straight to your pulsating clit as he walked beside the mattress, his calloused fingertips dragging along the comforter, using the same hand he had wrapped around his dick nearly a few minutes ago.

Veins protrude through the back of his hand, fingers much longer than yours with short bitten-down nails, turning you on almost as badly as the outline of his fat cock, already tenting through his gray sweatpants.

“Y-yes, please.” You tugged on your bottom lip, watching him slip his hand under the only thing keeping your modesty and follow up your warm, smooth skin, inching himself up your inner thigh.

Those chocolate brown eyes darkened as they look down at you, observing how your body reacted to his touch.

“Were you listening to me masturbate, sweetheart?”

“N-no..” You said in an attempt to lie, making a smirk spread across his face as he moved in close, placing his knee upon the edge of the mattress and his hand above your head on the bed frame. He cupped your clothe, throbbing cunt, feeling panties soaking to the touch as a soft gasp of pleasure escaped your lips.

“Now, go on, baby, tell me the truth…”

You were completely helpless under his touch. “I-I couldn't help myself, Eddie. You sounded so fucking hot touching yourself.”

He drags his tongue across his bottom lip in habit, gaze darting back and forth across your beautiful eyes and soft-looking lips until it finally became too much. You grasped the collar of his Dio shirt and pulled him down, connecting your lips with his.

A long-awaited kiss that was absolutely perfect, making needy moans slip past your slightly parted lips. Mouths move in sync, and noses graze each other's cheeks. The smell of Eddie’s previous cigarette still on his breath evokes your senses.

“You want me to help this- aching pussy?..” He speaks between your starved lips, stroking his middle and ring finger over your cunt.

“Please.”

With a swift motion, he pushed your cute patterned panties aside and drove two digits inside your perfect pussy, loving how tight and dripping wet you were, showing him how long it’s been since you’ve had a cock stretch you out.

“Fuuck, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned. His cock twitched with a mind of its own, pre-cum staining the front fabric of his restricting sweats, “Haven’t orgasmed yet, hm?... Let's fix that.”

Your hot inner walls pulsate around him, ecstasy coursing through your veins as your best friend slides his fingers in and out rhythmically. His thumb drives across your puffy clit, still numb and tingly.

Your hands moved down his chest, attaching one to hold the side of his small waist while the other reached down to palm his erection through his pants, watching his eyes widen as a moan slipped out, revealing to you just how much his boy has craved your touch.

“Please let me ride you, Ed’s.”

Next thing you knew, you had stripped your clothes off and were straddling his warm lap before burying your face in his inner neck, peppering him with hungry neck kisses that made him a moaning mess as he reached up and squeezed your tits.

“Oh fuck~” He sighed, feeling you grind your hot pussy across his clothed erection. “mhmm~ u-use my cock, baby, use me for your pleasure.”

You jog your fingers down between the waistband of his pants and glance up at him, watching him give an obedient nod. In which you give a quick tug to the fabric and slide it past his thighs. Your body freezes as his dick springs out, slapping him in the stomach.

You could practically see the veins pumping along the underside of his thick, lengthy cock, the tip red, glistening with precum. His face was a bright shade of red as you gawked at the sight and wrapped your hand around the thick base, inching yourself closer so you could drag his girthy tip through your slit, parting your folds as it made its way down and positioned against your wet entrance.

You slowly sink onto the head of his length, taking him inch by inch. Your eyes broaden in a mixture of euphoria and pain. Taking a moment to get used to his size before continuing to sink your hips down.

His large hands hold your hips, watching you lower yourself as he is engulfed around your warm walls. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good. Y-you don't understand how long I've wanted this, baby.”

You leaned in, connecting your lips with his for another kiss, teasingly distracting him with your tongue slipping past his as you lift your hips and drop back down.

Eddie’s head fell back in pleasure, and his mouth opened widely as a mixture of moans and wet slapping skin fills the room.

You lean back slightly, hands gripping his soft, hairy thighs as you build up speed and tempo with the more comfortable you became till you were practically bouncing on his twitching cock. Continuously striking your a-spot, pushing on your bladder, making the familiar fire creep closer.

“Such’a good boy. This cock is all mine, all fucking mine from now on.” You speak breathily, mind in a dirty haze before quickly being snapped out of it as Eddie squeezes the fat of your perfect ass, loving and encouraging this controlling and dominant side to you.

Your tits bounce, eyes flutter shut, jaw lowering with soft moans escaping your open mouth, looking like a fucking goddess out of his dreams.

“Come on, baby, cum all over your cock.”

Those words were all you needed to hear in your ear, pushing you over the edge into euphoria. Body tingling, pelvic floor muscles contracting strongly, while you clench around his length and continue to ride him to his orgasm.

Post-orgasm high lingered for the both of you, the room smelling of sex and pleasure. The two of you cuddled under the covers as you glanced up at Eddie, his bangs sticking to his forehead, face red as fuck, making you grin widely and nuzzle closer into his side.

“I can’t believe the prettiest girl in all of Hawkins is a pervert who listens to me jack off.” He taunts you with a cheeky smile, making you roll your eyes playfully. “In your dreams, Munson.”

He chuckles lightly and wraps his strong arms around your stomach, pulling you in closer, “just admit it, you like listening to me jerk off.”

“Well, I’d much rather watch you jerk off than be forced to listen behind a wall.”

“Ohhh, so you're a peeping tom?”

You nudge your arm into his ribcage, hearing him pretend to gasp in pain as you lay your head on his chest and nestle into his side, feeling his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

Your eyes ogle the thin sheets laying low on his defined hips, nearly exposing his semi-hard cock. His happy trail guides you down, making your mouth begin to water.

“What were you thinking about while touching yourself?” You question, twirling the ends of his thick brown hair.

“Do you really want to know?” Eddie’s voice was low with curiosity as he looked down at you, watching you sit up on your elbow and give an eager nod before he suddenly rolled you over, pinning you down to the mattress, now in complete control.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear sensually, sending chills down your spine.

“I was thinking about all the ways I could make you cum.”

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 6

DUBCON

JEFF THE KILLER

You'd heard what everyone in town said about October, about fall, about the Halloween holiday. He came out, it was his favorite time of year, his time to prowl, to take who he wanted. You didn't know exactly what the townspeople meant by "take who he wanted" but your mind certainly wondered. They'd spoken of his wild smile, cuts dug deep into his skin, his skin as white as a ghost, and his hair black as night. All you could think of was him as the month approached.

What if you were what he wanted to 'take'? You felt a chilling fear rise in your chest. You imagined his crazed smile as he did with you as he pleased. Whether that was good or bad you couldn't exactly decide.

As instructed, you locked your windows and doors, making sure the house was completely secure before deciding to head up to the warmth of your bed. You shimmied out of your sweats, letting your long shirt do the covering before snuggling under the blankets.

You found yourself laying wide awake, not able to shake the feeling of someone watching you. It made the hair on your arms stand up and goosebumps prick your skin. After what seemed like hours trying desperately to sleep, you gave up, trudging back downstairs to hopefully fall asleep to a movie. Maybe that would take your mind off things right?

You turned on the TV, the brightness blinding you. As your eyes adjusted you flicked through the movie selection, picking your favorite one and laying back as it began to play.

From outside your sliding glass door he watched. Watched the way you laughed to yourself at the funny parts, jumping when you were scared. Would you jump when you saw him? Scream in fear? Oh how he'd love to hear your delicious screams. Listen to you cry as you begged him to leave you alone. He was slowly growing frustrated at the way your shirt was just barely long enough to cover what it needed to. How he yearned for you to stretch and show him those pretty panties he knew you wore.

He'd been watching you for quite a while after all.

You'd gotten better about closing your blinds, but he was sneaky, and he was quiet. He was surprised you hadn't realized how many of your cutesy panties went missing.

As the movie came to it's peak, he struck. Breaking the lock on your window before sliding in. His blood crusted sneakers hitting the padded carpet as he snuck towards you. As he neared closer he began to wonder what your hair smelled like, how your blood tasted. He didn't think he could kill you like he was supposed to.

You shreaked as he yanked your head back by your hair.

Music to his ears.

"Oh how I've been waitin' ta get my hands on you." He declared through that signature sickening smile.

You felt your heart sink. How did he get in? You swore you locked everything!

"P-Please- Please just let me go! I'll do anything!" You begged, tears springing to your eyes as you clawed at his hands that held tight to your hair.

"Anything huh?" His smile turned into a devious smirk. "No takebacks doll."

He let go of your hair, taking your hands in one of his before using the other to slowly drag your shirt up your ever so beautiful body. He looked at you like a piece of meat to devour. All his.

The way your tears dripped down your cheeks and onto your perky tits had his pants feeling rather tight. He left your shirt just above your exposed chest, taking his knife from his belt. The cool metal sent shivers up your spine as he dragged it slowly up from your core to in-between those perfect tits of yours.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, "please... Please don't hurt me..."

"Oh but hurting you is the best part doll! I can't wait to taste your blood~" He growled as he bit down on your neck hard. Your yelp only made him bite harder, slowly drawing blood. A small moan left your lips as he sucked on the vicious bite he'd just given you. "Oh so you want it more than you're lettin' on!" He snickered, using his knife to cut your panties off you.

Hopping over the couch he was on top of you in no time. His knife pressed to your neck as he brought his slender fingers down to your dripping core.

"Please don't hurt me-" You sobbed for the umpteenth time.

"Shut your pretty mouth or I'll put it to use." He muttered, working his tight skinny jeans off as he rubbed your puffy clit.

No matter how terrified you were, your body betrayed you and your need to be touched. He loved the way that he could get you dripping from simple touches and threats. His lips came back to your neck, continuing to suck and bite enough to draw more blood which he happily lapped up. Your hips squirmed against his fingers as he worked magic on you.

"Oh my pretty thing is getting so worked up just from my fingers! Imagine how you'll be when I wreck you with my cock?" The killer remarked against your neck. He shuffled his way out of his boxers, pressing his hard length against your aching cunt.

No matter how much your brain said no, your body begged for him. He watched as you practically sucked him in, his length disappearing in and out of your tiny hole. His head rolled back at the feeling. It was like you were made for him. Just perfectly tight and beautifully wet.

This was the closest to heaven he'd ever get.

His mouth connected to your erect nipples as his fingers worked your clit and his cock hit all the right places deep inside. You felt your mind clouding over with nothing but lust. The fear subsided and all you could think about was how well he was fucking you, how his cock was just perfect for you, how your orgasm was rapidly approaching.

The killer groaned out as you tightened around him, squeezing him in a way that he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He felt the way your pussy began to flutter around him, how your moans only got louder and your thighs began to shake as pleasure overcame you. You looked like an angel as you came. If he could've taken a picture he sure would have. He quickly pulled out, giving himself a few pumps before finishing on your stomach.

"Don't you tell anyone you met me. Or I won't be so nice next time I visit." He said as he gave you one final bite on the neck, swiping your panties from you and tucking himself back into his skinny jeans.

"See ya' soon doll!~" He sang as he made his way back out the way he came.

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tokki-tteokbokki · 1 year

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One by One

Chapter Six: Mirror

Hyunjin x Fem Reader

MDNI

18+

Synopsis:

After constantly fighting with your boyfriend, Jisung, your relationship abruptly ends.

Unaware of the secret hope of your relationship's demise by your friends.

One by one, the boys can't help themselves.

Chapter Foive:

Chapter Seven:

Warnings:

you know the smut hehe :), sad feelings for a little bit, briefly flirty dom minho, semi-public sex, oral (m rec), fingering, spanking, cum tasting/swallowing both sides, unprotected sex, slight mention of voyeurism.

The weekend had gone and past with two more notches in your belt. Monday had come and it was back to regular hours at the building.

You sat in a conference room, trying to will yourself to stay awake during your hour and half long meeting with the rest of staff. You tiredly fiddled with your pen, leaning back into the chair. “Has the editing team started on the Jeju videos yet?” Your department head asked “Yes, I checked in this morning and everything seems to be going smoothly. Shouldn’t be too long until they’re ready.” You sat up straight, slightly pressing your legs together at the memories of Jeju. “What about their upcoming shows in Japan, have the flights been booked?” You placed your pen down and gulped, remembering your last flight “Yes, both departure and returns are in order.” Was he trying to torture you? “How are the boys managing with the schedule?” “Fine, sir. They’ve adjusted nicely, they’ll be in top conditions for their comeback.” You smiled to which your boss smiled back.

At last you were at the freedom of your office, you plopped into your chair. Your eyes drifted around before reaching one of the picture frames on your desk. It was a polaroid of you and Jisung from a movie night you had at his apartment. Snuggled in Pj’s surrounded by pillows and covered by a blanket, Jisung had dragged an annoyed Minho out of his room to take a photo of you two.

Suddenly you were filled with sadness, you remembered the last words you and Jisung exchanged. You never thought he could be so cruel… Your eyes welled up with tears. You reached forward and picked up the frame, once so happy and carefree… now filled with hatred and disappointment. You hadn’t cried since he left you until this moment. Tears began to fall onto the frame, you missed him. You missed the carefree days you spent with him, laughing and playing. You inhaled deeply, wiping the tears from the glass before opening a drawer and putting it inside.

Slumping back into your chair, weakly spun around to see the view from your window. The morning was brisk but the sun was beating through. You lost yourself in thought while watching the traffic below.

Knock knock.

You spun your chair back around, quickly wiping your wet face. “Come in.” The door opened and Minho entered with a smile plastered on his face “What is it?” Your brows scrunched. His smile faded a bit as he approached and noticed the redness on your cheeks and under your eyes. “Were you crying?” He sat down on one the chairs in front of your desk. “What do you need?” You completely avoided the question “Miss him, huh?” Minho huffed, you stayed completely silent and avoiding eye contact. “He misses you too.” You turned your head in surprise “What are you talking about?” “He still loves you, (y/n). He’s just an idiot sometimes.” You rolled your eyes “You should’ve heard what he said to me yesterday. He hates me… In all honesty, I kind of hate me too.” Your mind was frazzled “Before or after Seungmin?” Your eyelids became nonexistent, looking at Minho completely shocked “How-“

“Long story but don’t panic, it’s not a big deal. It’s good, even!” Minho regained his smile “I slept with my ex’s best friends, that’s not good and it is a big deal!” Your expression became angry “You need to keep going.” Minho suddenly became serious. “Huh..?” You choked “There’s only Hyunjin and Felix right?” Minho ignored your confused state “Do them.” He ordered “Are you crazy?” You cracked “You have to be crazy.” Minho leaned forward, putting his hands on your desk “Do you or do you not want Jisung back?” Your heart felt constricted “What?” “Answer the question.” He stood up and made his way around, you turned your chair to the side as he approached, facing him.

He leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of the armrests. “Answer me.” His face drew near to yours, his aura becoming dominant and demanding obedience. “yes.” Your voice was small, closer to a whisper. Minho smirked at your submission. “Then do exactly as I say.” Your heart was knocking against your ribs, “You have to fuck Hyunjin and Felix. I’ll take care of the rest.” He was confident and relaxed, somehow his crazy plan put you at ease. You did miss Jisung, you still loved him. You didn’t want him to leave you. You softly pushed Minho off “Fine.” He steadily backed up and sat back down in his original chair. “Hyunjin is in rehearsal room. Go.” You scoffed as Minho flexed his brows up and down. He was serious. “Better sooner than later.” He stated. You stood up shaking your head “Crazy bastard.” You muttered jokingly as you left your office.

You picked up a couple water bottles along the way to the rehearsal room. You were nervous but remembered what Minho said and found your power to follow through. Coming up to the door you could hear the low boom of the bass. You recognized the beat almost immediately

Play with Fire.

You swallowed hard and turned the knob on the door, pushing it open. The lights were dimmed and you could see Hyunjin rolling his body to the music. He saw you closing the door behind you. “Hey!” He mouthed over the music, you smiled in return. He ran over and pressed pause on the sound system, “Hey” His plush lips upturning into a smile “For me?” He pointed to one of the water bottles “Mhm.” You nodded and gave him one. “Thank you!” “What brings you here?” You slightly froze “Oh, I heard you were here and just wanted to check on you.” He lightly laughed, you were too cute. He looked down at you, admiring how the low light was playing against your features.

“You actually came at a good time, Noona!” Hyunjin exclaimed “Hm?” “I wanted to try this dance with another person, can you help?” You looked up at his kind pleading face. You couldn’t say no to him. “Um, sure.” You weren’t quite sure what he meant but you were curious enough to find out. He cracked the cap on the water bottle, tilting his head back to take a drink, you could see his adam’s apple move with his swallows. How could he make drinking water sexy?

Taking his final gulp, he put the cap back on and set the bottle down. “Alright” He pulled a chair from the side and moved it to the middle of the room, setting it in front of the mirror. “Sit” He gestured to the chair. You put your bottle down next to his and slowly made your way to the chair. You sat down carefully, Hyunjin gave you a cheeky smile. “Don’t move.” He patted your head before running over to press play.

The first notes of the song began to play and you felt the vibration of the bass through the floor up the chair. You stayed still but your eyes followed Hyunjin’s figure begin to move. His perfectly timed movements glided around, inching closer to you. His presence was magnetic to your eyes, you couldn’t pull away. He came closer and closer until he was beside you. You felt his long fingers dance at the nape of your neck.

“I’ve always like to play with fire…”

The bass dropped and so did he. A beautiful display in front of you, his hips rolling, arms moving in sync. He spun sharply on his knees, placing himself directly in front of you. His hands trailed up your legs, his eyes were dark and full of mysterious lustful energy. A true performer. His hands now on top of your thighs, he slowly lifted himself up. His fingers migrated under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His expression was sexy in the most filthy seductive way. A tiny smirk grew as he spun around to place himself behind you.

His body swayed effortlessly, his hand meeting your body again. This time on your throat, he gently squeezed and released you. You body was on fire, you were grateful the lights were dimmed. You could feel how red your face and ears were. You were breathless at his performance. A complete immersion in his dance, you were but a mere puppet now.

He grabbed your hands and motioned for you to stand to which you obliged. Never letting go, he spun you around before moving his body like a siren call. Everything in you wanted to engage more but this was his stage.

The song ended and another began to play with the same dark and sensual vibe. He ran over and turned the volume by a few notches before running back to you. “What do you think?” He grinned, running his fingers through his hair. You were speechless, do you tell him that was probably the hottest things you’ve ever seen? Do you tell him that that was basically an orgasm for your eyes. “O-oh I-I” You stuttered. Hyunjin noticed how flustered you were and as his cheeky self would have it, he needed to tease you. He brought his hand to your cheek “You’re warm.” You swallowed hard “It was really good.” You blurted. He laughed at your shy state. Seeing you quiver with overstimulated nerves just made him want to do more.

He’d thought about it plenty of times. You were a beautiful young woman, your unique look intrigued him. He’d imagine your one of kind body and every curve and dip the universe blessed you with. He was good friend and wouldn’t do that to Jisung but now it was fair game. In this moment, he had you wrapped around his finger and with the new found permission from his Hyungs, he wasn’t going to let this go to waste.

“Hyunjin, follow me.” Chan with Minho gestured for him to exit the room. Thinking he was in trouble his mind started to race to any mistakes he could’ve made. The three of them ended up in Chan’s studio. Chan took his seat at his desk while Minho and Hyunjin sat on the couch. “Uh what’s up?” Hyunjin let out “We want you to do something for us. For Jisung.” Chan stated, leaning back into his chair. “Okay..?” Hyunjin hesitated “Fuck (y/n).” Minho calmly explained. Silence took over the room, Hyunjin giving the most confused side eye to both of them. “It’s not a secret you’re attracted her. Pretty much everyone is.” Chan broke the quiet “Which is one reason why we’ve fucked her.” Minho smirked. Hyunjin’s eyes went wide in surprise “You… What??”

“Just trust us. Plus, you’d get to fuck the body you’ve been trying to paint for months.” Hyunjin turned red, there were dozens of scrapped pages in a notebook of a naked girl he’d been trying to plan a painting of. He’d left the notebook at the studio where it was discovered by Chan. Hyunjin had originally brushed it off as just a muse he had, nothing crazy.

“Wait, you said this is for Jisung.” Hyunjin remembered “Yeah.” Minho started “I’ll explain everything but you have to fuck (y/n). They’ll both thank you for it later.” Hyunjin hesitated but caved. He trusted his elders and there was also the perk that he’s going to get to fuck you. He took a deep breath “Alright, I’m in.”

“I know Minho Hyung sent you in here.” Hyunjin whispered, you could only just look at him, too flustered to utter a word. He smiled deviantly “I know why you’re here.” Your breath became shaky, you nodded your head to confirm. “You know what’s going to happen?” He stepped around to stand behind you. The mirror now served as your eyes behind you. He pressed his full lips to your ears “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch.” His eyes drifted to the mirror.

His lips left of trail of kisses from your ear down your neck, your head falling to the side in pleasure, the music still playing, creating a pace for Hyunjin to move to. You felt his tongue poke your neck before coming back up to your ear. You moaned from the sensation. He pulled away and sat himself down on the chair. You turned, he was seated with his legs spread, his hands on his slender thighs. “Dance for me.” Your stomach jumped at his words, the music was slow and sensual. Without a second thought, you rolled your hips, letting the sound of the song move your body for you.

Hyunjin looked pleased at your display for him, you felt your sexual prowess coming forward you straddled him and began to sway your hips on his. His hands moved to your waist while your arms found themselves around his neck. “God.” He breathed, you brought your face closer to his, the shadows of the dim lighting giving his plush lips the perfect contour. Noticing the fast pace of Hyunjin’s breathing, you took the opportunity to lower yourself farther on him. He smiled as your crotch met his growing boner.

He ground you harder and faster into him, throwing his head back at the sensation. Coming to, he found your gaze. You looked perfect, like a little nymph doing what she does best. His hands moved to your shoulders, slowly pulling your sweater down to expose your shoulders. The highlights of your collarbones caught his eye. Hyunjin’s hands moved to embrace you, pulling you in. His lips met your chest, he lightly sucked leaving a small red mark below your cleavage.

You left your sweater slip off and pulled your shirt over your head. Hyunjin looked in awe at your bosom. Still grinding against him, you leaned forward grabbing him by the nape of his neck, your fingers beginning to get tangled in his hair. He whimpered at your tugging before you began to kiss his neck slowly. “Noona… Ah.” He moaned, your kisses were setting fires in his body. You brought your lips up to his jaw, kissing your way to his lips. Finally, your lips touched and parted. His desperate tongue plunging into your mouth. You could feel yourself getting more and more aroused, your panties sticking to your cunt.

Your hands drifted forward, down to the top of his shirt. You began to unbutton him, eager to expose his flawless body to you. Opened and exposed, you pulled away from the kiss to admire Hyunjin’s slender body. His abs, softly defined and artistically contoured. His fingers unhooked your bra. Your naked chest was a sight he had been yearning to see.

The perfect shape of your breasts, the way your nipples started to stand at attention for him drove Hyunjin crazy. His muse was finally in front of him. He took your nipples between his fingers and gently rolled them, making them harder and more sensitive. “Hyunjin!” You gasped at the feeling. You felt his dick twitch underneath you, immediately you brought yourself to your knees in front of him. His shirt opened, slightly falling off his shoulder, his legs parted, a hand in his hair. He truly was a work of art.

You unzipped his pants and helped him shimmy his bottoms and boxers down. His dick popped out, leaking mass amounts of precum. You didn’t hesitate. You took him into your mouth, sucking all the precum down. He tasted delicious. “Ohh..” He moaned over the music, a hand finding it’s way to your head. He bobbed your head to a slow rhythm, he wanted to savour every second. He wanted to remember every moment to use as his inspiration.

One of your hands reached up to cup his balls “Oh fuck!!” He squealed “Noona, it’s good. Oh my God!” His eyes half opened and his mouth agape, you could feel his dick twitch. He was going to cum and soon. You picked up speed, willing yourself to open your throat to take more of him in. He also cried in pleasure “I-I-I’m… Ah!!” You went down as deep as you could, choking and tears welling up. you felt Hyunjin’s erratic spurts of cum shoot down your throat.

Swallowing it all, you pulled yourself away. Wiping your eye from the single tear that fell. Hyunjin panted, coming down from his explosive nut. It was a brief moment but there he was, his head thrown back, sweat running down his face. In a second he came to “Kiss me” He breathed, you came up and he pulled you into a messy kiss. He pulled at your pants, desperate to be inside you. You backed away for a second “Think you can?” you asked, cutely being concerned. “You have no idea.” He suddenly put you over his knee and ripped your bottoms down to expose your ass. Without time to process, Hyunjin delivered a hard spank to your ass. You yelped, enjoying the sting his large hand brought you. He smacked you again and you jumped in pleasure.

Hyunjin smiled to himself, watching your ass jiggle and your perky cheek turn red from the hits. His finger trailed its away down your ass crack to your wet pussy peeking through. “Ah, so wet..” You watched him in the mirror as he brought his finger to his mouth to taste you. The sight was so naughty, you could’ve came from the expression Hyunjin made when your juice met his tastebuds. “You taste amazing, Noona.” He praised while bringing his finger back to your pussy. You cried out as his finger pushed into you, gently curving his finger to play with that one spot. He took his time pulsing in and out, you watched in the mirror. Splayed across his lap, at his mercy, Hyunjin enjoying the wet feeling and sound as he finger fucked you. “…M-more.” You begged him. He smirked, without a word he forced another finger into your tight hole and went faster and harder. It wasn’t long before you exploded on his hand.

He pulled you back up, you looked at him as he licked his fingers clean. Moaning as he tasted more of you. “Taste yourself.” His mouth on yours, your tongues again at war with each other. You tasted your sweet essence as his tongue swirled around yours.

He positioned you to sit, both of you facing the mirror. Hyunjin held his dick up as you eased yourself on him. Beautifully slightly above average, you felt his length fill you up. Hyunjin looked at the mirror, watching your face contort as he entered you. He let out a sweet whimper as he wrapped his arms around you. Your head fell back onto his shoulder to which he took his opportunity to instruct you.

“Dance for me.”

Your skin gained goosebumps at his whispered words. A new song playing, you found your rhythm again, and rocked your hips back and forth with him inside you. The deep grinding sent you both into a frenzy. “You’re so pretty. Look at yourself.” He grabbed you by the neck and made you look at the filthy pornographic scene unfolding. You watched as your body rolled, you couldn’t take it, you began to furiously bounce on him. Hyunjin also watching the scene, his face becoming a fucked out scrunch.

“Look at me when you cum, jagiya.” He started to thrust up, watching your face as he helped you closer to the climax. “Hyunjin!” You looked at him in the reflection, your eyes beautifully dilated from the pleasure. Every movement pushed you closer and closer until you felt his other hand play with your clit. “Ah!!!!” The overwhelming amount of stimulation brought you to your leg shaking orgasm. “Ugh..!!” He pounded a few more thrusts into you before he spilled inside you.

You fell backwards onto Hyunjin, your head falling over his shoulder. His twitching cock still inside you. Both of you completely hazy and oblivious to the body who had entered the room. He stood in the corner frozen, an iced americano in hand and a growing erection in his pants.

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 32 of 35

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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The plumber was a no-nonsense kind of man. He did a thorough investigation of the plumbing and the damage done to the main living space.

Regrettably, it seemed the damage was worse than you'd feared.

After looking through the pipe system that was accessible the man had determined that because they were old, and because of how cold the winter had been, any of the pipes could break at any moment. Apparently, you'd been lucky to come home to the small amount of damage that you had.

You nibbled on your lip watching Namjoon from the corner of your eye. Surprisingly, he managed to keep a very calm mask on his face as the plumber talked through the numbers and costs of a job like this. Most of the walls were going to have to be demolished in some way to get to all of the pipes, floorboards would need to be ripped up. It was basically going to be a full remodel.

When he had finished talking, Namjoon thanked the man and showed him back out of the house.

Only then did he crumple.

He leaned against the wall by the door, staring at the damage like it might disappear magically if he wills it hard enough. Tears form in his eyes the longer he stands there. You can't tell if they are of sadness, or just because his eyes have been unblinking for too long.

"Joonie?" You ask tentatively

"We are going to have to destroy our whole home," He says, his tone flat.

"It'll be okay Joon," You comfort, although your words mean very little.

"We called it a hovel... but it's our home. This was mine and Yoongi's dream... He'd never admit it, but I carried him over the threshold like a bride when we moved in... It was in a worse state when we bought it believe it or not but it was ours, is ours."

"I'm sure we can keep some things the same. We can make the builders save as much as physically possible,"

"What am I going to tell Jungkook and Jimin?"

Now his tears were streaming in rivulets down his cheeks it was clear they were of sadness as the sinking feeling of losing something he holds dear sinks into his bones.

You rush to his side, taking the large man into your arms. He nuzzles in close, leaning a good portion of his weight on you and you try not to bend.

"We can rebuild the house Joon, it's not going to be the same I know, but it is going to be ours. Maybe even more so if we can work together as the eight of us,"

"I know... I think I'm just going to need some time to grieve what we are losing first,"

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Some time later Namjoon sniffles through his last sob and allows you to pack him and some extra valuables into the car.

You keep a comforting hand on his thigh most of the way back to Jin's. His hand covers yours and he holds onto it with a little more strength than really necessary.

It looks as though the pack has made themselves thoroughly comfortable in your absence. Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are all snuggled under a blanket on the sofa watching a movie. Jimin and Taehyung lay on the sofa bed with Jungkook cuddled happily in between the two of them. It smells delightfully warm and happy as all of their scents intermingle together in the small space.

A scent immediately soured by Namjoon's overpowering smoke.

Jungkook immediately whimpers and sits bolt upright, displacing the two surrounding him.

"I take it it's bad news?" Yoongi sighs turning to face the two of you.

"Pretty much the worst possible," You nod.

"We basically need to rip it back to the studs," Namjoon admits.

Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook's scents reach the same melancholy note as Namjoon's almost immediately.

"Our whole home?" Jimin asks.

"They need to replace all of the pipes in the house. Unfortunately, that means destroying walls and floors," You explain.

You join the three on the floor and Namjoon makes himself comfortable on the armchair. You all sit with the news for a little while, allowing the severity to marinate within the other members of your group.

"Well," Jin says eventually, "Maybe we can turn this into a blessing... somehow"

"I'm not sure how you're going to put a positive spin on this one doc..." Hoseok answers.

"Okay, maybe not positive, but definitely not negative," Jin shrugs, "Think of this as an opportunity to remodel to fit you better. Or us... hopefully,"

"Definitely us," Yoongi nods.

Jin looks elated and continues.

"If we are all able to pitch in, we have a pretty huge budget here, and if I'm not mistaken, you guys own a lot more acreage than the current house is built on right?"

None of you seem to catch on to the wavelength he is putting out.

"It means we can rebuild with more space..." Jin puts it plainly.

He goes on to talk about things you could do. Hoseok and Yoongi could move their studio inside from the shed and have a properly soundproofed building. Jungkook could have a room for nesting and gaming properly. You could have an actual bedroom instead of the office (the thought of a real mattress delights you, even if you were most likely going to be sleeping in the other's beds from now on). You could even by extra large beds that could fit all of you. It would give you all space for yourselves at the same time as giving you better communal spaces that were better suited to you as an eight-person household now.

"We could have heating that works!" Jungkook perks up.

"And AC in the summer Bun," Taehyung ruffles the younger man's hair.

Namjoon looks positively pale at the thought of the money they would all be spending. His fingers are digging harshly into the overstuffed arms of the chair he is sitting in. You shoot him a look to check in but he just shakes his head and lets out a deep breath.

"That's going to be a lot of work," He says through gritted teeth, "Someone will have to be home full time to oversee things and not just Jungkook,"

You each look around the room. Jimin had to keep going to the shelter, Namjoon had deadlines creeping too close again, Taehyung was literally the boss, Hoseok still had his human job to keep him afloat, and Jin was not going to be able to take any more time off.

"I guess I'm quitting my job then..." You announce.

"But then I lose my lunch buddy," Taehyung pouts.

"We can't ask you to quit Y/N, you really wanted that job," Jimin says.

"I really wanted a place to belong, I have that with you guys, the job was just a bonus. I also have it on good authority that the boss really likes me, so I can probably go back in a few months," You wink at Taehyung, "And I guess I'll just have to be your breakfast and dinner buddy for a little while."

“I think I can accept that compromise,” the panda nods.

On a slightly more chipper note than you’d started with, you begin to discuss more additions you could add to the house. Even Namjoon adds in little additions he thinks might be nice like a new office or a library space.

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It took about two weeks for the plumber to get together a crew, he even found a builder that could add on extensions and rebuild for you.

In the meantime, you all made a good temporary home for yourselves at Jin’s place. It wasn’t perfect, in fact far from it, but you found yourselves not caring too much because at least you were together. It was a lot messier than when you moved in. The first day Jin had gone back to work it was like he had forgotten that you would all be at home waiting for him and he looked more than a little frazzled by the clutter that had accumulated in just one day. But that didn’t make him any less thrilled to be scented and kissed as he walked through the door.

In between shifts and deadlines, you really talked about how much you had to spend and what you think might actually have been worthwhile. For example, if you would use an office space, you definitely didn’t need the vintage arcade game Jungkook had his eye on (Taehyung was still going to buy it for him next solstice though).

You decided it might be a good idea to have individual nooks for each of you too along with group spaces. Originally the house had a room for each member of the pack. Of course, when you moved in that changed because you commandeered Namjoon’s office as a bedroom; He never complained about missing the space though. And then adding Taehyung and Hoseok meant all beds were shared at all times. It seemed like a good idea to have individuality even if it wasn’t often used. You’d been allocated space but kept coming up blank about what you might want in it.

It had taken a few serious talks between Jin and Yoongi to get Namjoon to stop seeing this as a failure on his part and more of an investment. He still had that petulant pout on his lips, but he was much more receptive now. He’d managed to be convinced that this was cosmetic and not a necessity that he needed to provide, dampening his instincts just enough to let you all get away with spending far too indulgently.

You said goodbye at work, only having been there for 6 months meant you only had to give a week's notice anyway. It was a little sad, your first job just for you, but it was definitely the right move. You had much more fun things to do, and honestly, you’d spent more time talking to Tae than you ever had doing actually work, this way Ronnie could hire someone genuinely helpful to her.

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Work on the house starts on Monday. You visit to talk to the project leads about construction time, but for now there isn’t a lot for you to do. They walk you through finalised plans and you of along like you know exactly what they are talking about. Then they give you an estimate of a month until you can move back into the main house, and 4 months until all the extensions are built.

The main house would still contain the living room and kitchen, with a downstairs room (although that would no longer belong to Jungkook). And they would knock through upstairs to create two master bedrooms and a shared master bathroom complete with a jacuzzi tub big enough for 8.

You sign off on the final work order and leave the crews to it, buzzing with excitement.

On the way home you grab some takeout brunch from one of Jungkook’s favourite places and take it back with you to Jin’s. The bunny is the only one left in the house, it would likely only be the two of you for a long while as everyone else was on a late shift, or, in Taehyung’s, had been summoned to spend time with family.

The room is quiet when you enter, with no sounds of video games or movies as you’d expected. You drop the food on the side table and walk through to find Jungkook.

The man is fast asleep still cuddling one of your shirts wrapped around Jimin’s pillow. His rabbit ears twitch as he dreams. He looks so sweet curled up that you consider not waking him, the food will be perfectly fine to reheat later. Just as you start to shuffle back into the hall to grab the takeaway, Jungkook shifts. His honey caramel scent floods the room. He moans in pleasure and his hips rut forward into the nothing beside him.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and hurry back into the hallway pretending not to have seen. However, your brain doesn’t seem to be in a rush to forget the way his lips parted and his tongue pushed out to play with his lip ring as he groaned. You contemplate going into Jin’s room for a while but then you hear him.

“Y/N-ah,” he whines.

He knows you’re there, maybe knows you saw him in the vulnerable stage of a wet dream. You need to go in and own up to what you’ve seen.

Then it occurs to you, you haven’t actually seen anything you shouldn’t have. Just a member of your pack dreaming. Sure he was potentially dreaming about sex, but that’s not an issue you’d already slept with half the members, the other half on your to-do list. But it still feels dirty.

You skulk back into the room only to realise that Jungkook is still fast asleep. Perhaps in your initial guilt, you had heard something that wasn’t there.

Jungkook’s hair has fallen over his eyes and he is resting comfortably once more.

You take the food into the kitchen and place it in the fridge. You tidy up a little and then go and settle next to your youngest pack member. You lay on the pillow next to him content to take a nap with him.

He looks so soft when he is asleep. You reach over and push his hair away from his face just in time for him to once again moan your name.

Now it feels like he is playing with you.

You’re sure he must be awake. You watch his expression, waiting for a little smile to give him away. And yet it never comes.

His breathing remains even and his eyelids flutter lightly like those of a peaceful dreamer.

And then his hips rut forward again, this time coming in contact with your leg. He seeks out the contact again, grinding against your leg and whimpering as he does. You try to move away but his arm wraps around your waist, snuggling into your side.

You’re left with two options: wake the man up, or allow him to get himself off in his sleep using your body.

The sheer awkwardness of waking him up made you seriously consider letting him continue his slumbering efforts. But the thought he could potentially wake up halfway through and find you in this compromising position worried you a little more. You and Jungkook had yet to surpass kissing and this didn’t seem like the best way forward.

You gently shake his arm to try and wake him calmly, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

“Jungkookie?”

No response other than another kick of his hips.

Jungkook, wake up!” you say more firmly pushing at his arm.

He blinks his eyes open slowly, smiling cutely as he realises he is wrapped around you. That is until he notices the way his hard length is currently squished up against your thigh. He squeaks and his rabbit ears come down to cover his eyes.

“Mm, sorry,” he mumbles.

His hips jut back to release the pressure but his arm remains around your waist.

“S’okay… Are you hungry? I picked up brunch for us.”

“I’m not hungry… I’m… still sleepy. I was having such a good dream. Do you want to hear about it?” He asks

His ears reveal his face and the expression left behind is not one of guilt or slumber, but of mischief

“Sure bun, what was it about?” You indulge him.

He scrunches his eyes shut and thinks about it. Then he proceeds to describe the most lewd sex dream you’ve ever heard. If you hadn’t heard the words tumbling from his lips you might’ve assumed one of the others was playing a cruel trick to get you riled up.

It starts in an unassuming fashion, not unlike the situation you find yourselves in now. Jungkook explained that you had gotten into bed with him cuddling close, the main difference being he was already awake. So when you joined him in the dream bed he took the opportunity to roll on top of you, kissing you passionately.

He shuffled up the bed so he was able to whisper the rest of his dream into your ear. You bite your lip as he explains all the things he did to you in the dream world and likewise the things you did to him.

When he finishes his tale he pulls back just far enough to gauge the expression on your face. He must like what he sees because he looks far too smug with himself.

"Do you want to try some of those things with me?" he asks, trying his best to sound innocent.

“I'm sure we could give them a go. Where did you want to start?"

Instead of a real answer, he just decides to get started. He shuffles you both around until he is lying on top of you. Your wrists are pinned under his hands, pulled high above your head.

He grinds his erection against your mound, then leans in for a kiss. He teases your lips with his tongue, alternating between kitten licking the top and bottom lip. Once or twice, it seems like he is going to kiss you properly, but instead, he just nibbles at your mouth, making it bruised and plump.

"I’m so glad we are alone for this," Jungkook groans

"Since when don't you like to share?" you raise an eyebrow.

"I love to share, just not you, not now,” he clarifies.

With that, the bunny seems to tire of words. His mouth reattaches to yours with renewed fervour, and his hands begin to travel down the length of your arms. His fingertips tickle as they drag down to your shoulders. You squirm in his hold.

Like this, you can really feel how much the man must work out when none of you are home. His chest presses down against yours as he takes his fill of you. As his hands reach your shoulders, his lips move to your chin, and then your throat, and then the fabric of your shirt. He grumbles as he reaches for the offending fabric.

"Can you take this off?” he asks tugging at your shirt with his teeth.

"Only is you do the same,”

He wastes no time. He sits up, absently rubbing his crotch against yours again in the process. His baggy shirt is launched to the opposite side of Jin's living room. Then he whines when he realises you didn't move quite as quickly.

"Well I can't really do a lot with you or top of me Kookie,” you point out.

He scrambles to the side and helps you up. His fingers wrap around the bottom of your shirt and you raise your arms. His hands brush against your torso on the way up and rush back to your sides when the garment is gone. He squeezes your sides and revels in the feel of your bare skin under his touch.

"Remind me, what happened next in your dream?" you ask, regarding him with hooded eyes.

“Something like this,”

He pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. His teeth make a home in your shoulder, biting deep into the soft section between your neck and the bone. You yelp and he giggles, enjoying the pain he has wrought.

"That's going to leave a mark,” you sulk.

"Good it's supposed to, I want them all to know what we got up to while they were all stuck at their boring jobs. Want them to know what they are really missing out on.”

He takes another couple of bites, not quite as deep, but enough to leave purpling bruises behind.

“Can’t wait to have you writhing underneath me as I have you all to myself, just like my dream,” He moans into your skin.

“You’re talking a big game for a man who has yet to get past heavy petting,” you goad.

He takes the bait immediately.

He tugs harshly at your waistband to rid you of your trousers and underwear in one go. You hear a seam rip as they descend to your knees. He bites into your thigh like it’s an apple, leaving you surprised his cute bunny teeth don’t come back covered in blood. He manoeuvres himself under your legs, the placements of your bottoms locking you around his neck. His hands soothe your thighs coaxing them to bend and let him between them properly.

You gladly comply.

He puts his tongue to good use, exploring your heat thoroughly, drinking you in before settling on a leisurely pace, occasionally sucking on the hood of your clit. It’s nice, but not what you had been expecting.

“Kookie?”

“Mmmh?” He mumbles into your pussy.

“Have you ever done this before?”

His head pops in from between your legs, chin glistening with you.

“Well… no… but it can’t be that dissimilar to a blowjob right?”

“I mean… I have very little comparison, but I’m fairly certain that isn’t true,”

“Did it feel bad?” He looks very disheartened by the prospect of disappointing you, “I promise I’m more than capable of learning, and Jimin says my fucking is unrivalled,” he babbles nervously.

“It felt nice Bun, it just occurred to me that you said you were never really around women, it had me curious. Plus I’ve never… my husband wasn’t really into giving me head so I don’t exactly have a wide repertoire of experience either, I wondered if other women liked that a lot,” You reassure him.

“Tell me what you want from me and I’ll do it, we can learn together” he promises.

“Okay,” You nod and his head dips back down.

He starts off hesitantly this time, the tip of his tongue flicking against areas he thinks might garner a reaction.

“Hoseok said you should use your fingers like you’re summoning someone to you, that felt nice,” you suggest

Jungkook nods and his fingers join his mouth on your pussy. He doesn’t think to warm you up first. Two long fingers push inside of you, dragging against your tight walls making you groan from the discomfort. You swear and grab at his hair. His fingers don’t hesitate though. You wriggle to alleviate the pressure. You bite your lip and mumble out a swear word.

When his fingers are fully inside he curls them gently. It doesn’t take long for the digits to start causing pleasure alongside the ache. You can feel the way he grins against your folds as your moans turn to obvious enjoyment. His fingers are much longer than Jimin’s and thicker than Hobi’s and the feeling is more intense.

As soon as you start getting comfortable with the sensation, so does he. He changes the pattern of his movements, scissoring his fingers apart and moving them independently from one another. He stretches you so well that you barely feel the third finger sneak in until he is moving it in tandem with the first two.

“Is this okay?” He asks, wide eyes peering up at you.

“Amazing,” You confirm, “Try sucking on my clit, Jimin poked his tongue under the hood and pressed hard, that felt so good,”

The mention of Jimin’s name seems to spark something competitive in Jungkook. His mouth attaches to your sensitive nerves with somewhat of a vendetta. You pull harshly at his already disheveled locks but it doesn’t deter him. You try to pull away, just a little, but the jeans around your knees keep your legs where they are around his shoulders. You can’t escape the overbearing touches. For something Jungkook has never done before he sure is a quick study.

You cum hard all over his fingers, drenching him in the process; he doesn’t seem to mind though as his tongue finally relinquishes your clit and ventures down to clean his fingers as they come out of you.

“Was I good?” He asks vulnerability written all over his face.

“So good,” You pant.

He unhooks your legs from around him and springs up to face level. He doesn’t even give you the chance to take a full breath before he kisses you. An open mouth kiss that is more passion than precise, messy in its execution. You can taste yourself almost too much and it makes you shiver in his arms.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” He announces, matter of factly.

He removes your jeans the rest of the way and kneels to shuck off his own bottoms. You watch as his length springs free from its confines, surprised to see exactly what Jungkook is working with. He is bigger than the others, longer with a slight curve; just the sight has you rubbing your legs together like a cricket in anticipation. He watches you almost as hungrily as he prepares himself, reaching under the sofa cushions and coming back with a condom. You’re unsure of who put them there, but you are very grateful for it.

“Flip over for me,” Jungkook says as he taps at your hip.

You roll over into the centre of the air mattress and naturally present your bum, pushing your hips in his direction. He takes each cheek in each hand and squeezes. His fingernails dig into the juicy flesh.

“So pretty,” He whispers more to himself than you, but he still has you blushing into the pillow under your face.

He makes himself comfortable behind you, the bed dipping. The air mattress is far more sensitive to your movements than you might’ve thought.

You arch your back a little more to make it easier for him to reach underneath you.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“More than,” You nod.

One of his hands leaves your backside to help guide himself in. He sinks in slowly with a drawn-out moan

“So warm,”

He melts over your back covering your body with his as he gets used to the feeling of you around him.

“Hyungs are always so tight, but they are never this warm. Just lube never feels this good,” he babbles in your ear.

His hips start moving in small circles, penetrating you deeply. Even those small movements have you biting the pillow as you can feel him almost in your stomach from the angle he’s at. You naturally squeeze around him.

When he starts to pull back the bed moves a little around you. Each time he thrusts the mattress bounces. You kneel up and try to scramble for purchase, holding on to the edge of the sofa cushions for some semblance of stability as his rhythm speeds up. His hands plant themselves firmly onto your hips as he drives forward, making your knees buckle slightly under the pressure.

“Kook…ie” You moan brokenly.

H has you panting into the sofa with each thrust

“Knew you’d like this,” He says cockily, “Even Joonie likes this,”

He keeps going, harder and faster. Just when you think his stamina must be about to give way, he manages to power through. Your entire body shakes as he makes you cum on his cock, trying desperately to stay balanced between the movement of the bed and the power of his hips.

“You get so tight when I do that, I want to do it forever,”

“He can you know…” a smug voice comes from the entranceway.

Jungkook stops suddenly, buried deep inside of you as you both turn to look towards the sound

Taehyung stands in the doorway looking at you both with intrigue. His eyes rake over the both of you unabashedly.

“I’m so glad I decided to come home for lunch… Mind if I take a better seat?” He asks.

Jungkook whines at the thought and you can’t see a reason to protest. The panda sits directly in front of you on the sofa. He moves the sweaty hair away from your forehead and helps you to manoeuvre your hands onto his knees.

“Come on then bunny, show her what you can really do,” he says to the man behind you while meeting your eyes.

Jungkook happily complies, his punishing rhythm returning in full force.

“That’s a good boy,” He praises.

Taehyung reaches over you to pinch at Jungkook’s cheeks then slip his thumb into the bunny’s mouth. You can hear the sucking sound behind you and you long to turn your head to look but Jungkook is pounding into you too mercilessly for you to even attempt to crane your neck away from Taehyung’s lap.

Taehyung’s free hand strokes at your hair, occasionally tugging at the tangles. You can barely focus on the feeling.

You register that he leans across you, they whisper between them and Taehyung chuckles ominously. Jungkook leans over you further, his weight pressing down on your back. One of his hands slips from your hip to the small of your back, pushing against you. The other appears underneath you, fumbling until he blindly discovers your clit.

His thrusts turn sloppy as he tries to focus on drawing circles into your skin.

“Good boy,” Taehyung praises him.

Jungkook’s moans have become a much higher pitch since Taehyung came home.

You dig your teeth into Taehyung’s jeans as you cum a third time. This time you milk Jungkook’s cock. He cums hard, groaning and panting as his hand falls away and his entire weight slumps on top of you. He pulls you back with him so you both fall squarely on the bed, and that’s the last thing he manages coherently for a while.

He becomes a mumbling clingy mess for the next ten minutes, mouthing at any bare skin he can reach. Taehyung helps to remove the solid blanket from beneath the two of you and then rolls the condom off of Jungkook. The younger man twitches from the overstimulation but you don’t miss the way he starts to chub up a little again.

“Insatiable that boy,” Taehyung shakes his head “Can’t wait to explore that properly when we have more space.”

“Me either,” Jungkook says, finally coming around.

He nuzzles into your back sleepily with the clear intention of not moving for a long time.

“Oh no you don’t bunny,” Taehyung kicks at Jungkook’s shoulder, “You do not go to town on a woman like that and not clean her up afterwards.”

Jungkook nods as if he hadn’t thought about it. And maybe it had really never occurred to him, so used to be looked after by those around him.

He manages to drag himself up and out of bed shuffling off in the direction of Jin’s linen closet. It leaves you feeling a little cold in the bed with Taehyung peering over you, amusement clear on his face.

“You really should be careful riling him up when you’re alone together, bunny’s are notorious for their… stamina,” Taehyung chuckles.

“I can handle it,” You yawn.

Jungkook comes back to the bed with a damp flannel and a pair of Namjoon’s pjs. He cleans you up carefully, making you twinge a little as he rounds the still-tender parts. Then he helps you into Namjoon’s clothes.

“I have my own PJ’s” You point out.

“Don’t you want to see Namjoon’s face when he comes home and you’re wearing that and stinking of me?” He asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

He raises an excellent point.

“Are you hungry yet?” You ask.

“Nope… still sleepy…” Jungkook yawns

He then smothers you with his body, forcing you to lie down with him. He looks pointedly past you towards Taehyung, insinuating he should also be getting into bed with the pair of you.

“I’m supposed to be going back to the office…” Taehyung points out.

He looks at the door halfheartedly like he might move, and then he shakes his head. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his jeans then clambers onto the air mattress beside you. He slings his arm across the two of you and settles in for the long haul, the rest of the workday and his family obligations abandoned.

_________

The others start to filter into the house around nine.

Jimin arrives first, whining when he sees Taehyung cuddled in the bed with snacks scattered all around you.

“I’m never going to work again,” He pouts.

The redhead’s sulk last only a few minutes. As soon as Taehyung gets his hands on him, he crumbles, giving in to kisses and abandoning his empty threats.

Namjoon came home next, and Jungkook was right, wearing his pyjamas and been the best idea. The man's eyes bugged out of his head the moment he entered the building. He was less than impressed to find the four of you just giggling at him. His sulking was also easily turned around by Jimin and Jungkook crawling into his lap and scenting him for a solid half an hour.

They are still mid-scent when Yoongi and Hobi walk in. Yoongi had decided it’d be nice to pick Hoseok up from work and grab a late dinner from the Chinese down the road. They can’t help themselves from laughing when they see the scent-drunk state that you’ve riled Namjoon into between the lot of you. They sit on the sofa and hand out various containers of rice, noodles, and dumplings

Namjoon insists on feeding you each a bite from his container but he is able to start eating himself, and it escapes no one's notice that he leaves a dumpling aside for Jin to have later on.

Finally an hour later a very weary Jin stumbles in looking worse for wear after a very long day of saving lives. As soon as he reaches the side of the airbed Taehyung tugs him down with surprising force. The airbed bounces, pushing Jimin off of the edge. Jimin grumbles and moves to sit on the sofa between Hoseok and Yoongi instead. They each reach an arm around him, cheering him up instantly and everyone’s attention returns to Jin.

The eldest lays his head in Namjoon’s lap, allowing you each to feed him leftovers with his eyes shut enjoying the attention. It’s been very clear since you all moved in that Jin was never supposed to live alone, he relished coming home and being pampered by doting mates. And, helpfully, you all relished pampering him.

When the food is gone, his eyes reopen and he blesses each of you with a smile. He sits up straighter, leaning his back against Namjoon’s chest.

“Did everyone have a good day?” He asks.

“Jungkook and Y/N definitely did,” Jimin says

“Hmm, I can smell that… So everyone is in a good mood then?” Jin probes.

“Yes… why?” Namjoon asks suspiciously

“I wanted to talk about the help that Jungkook wants to get. Now the renovations are underway, I spoke to a colleague of mine that has some room on his schedule for a new client…”

Jungkook’s ears perk up and his scent begins to burn at the edges. Instinctively Namjoon reaches out and pulls the youngest towards him. Jin turns to Jungkook and tries to soothe him. A low growl emits from his chest.

“You wouldn’t have to go alone, you can start with family counselling, take anyone of us you wish. I would suggest Namjoon but I think he needs therapy of his own first,” Jin glares at Namjoon

Namjoon clears his throat sheepishly and the grumble stops.

“Y/N will you go with me? You know because then no one has to take off work to go with me and I know you’ll make me stay when I want to run.” Jungkook asks.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want Yoongi to go instead? I mean of course I will, but I can’t imagine it will be the most comfortable for you,” You voice your concern.

“No, I want you.” He confirms.

“Great,” Jin claps his hands together, “I’ve booked your first appointment for tomorrow so you don’t have time to change your mind,” he announces.

Then he grabs the TV remote from Yoongi and closes the discussion by turning on a TV show he had recorded to watch later. You all settle in to watch the trash show together. Taehyung and Jimin yawn almost immediately and Jin ushers them away to sleep in his bed.

Namjoon begins snoring softly just before the main plot is revealed and Jin sighs contently as the larger man cuddles him close. Hoseok starts to snore not long after and Jin tells Yoongi to take the slumbering human to his room.

Having slept most of the day, you and Jungkook were the last men standing, watching the credits roll as Jin rearranged himself and Namjoon to be lying down under the covers. You helped him to remove the bears outside clothes and then the three of you settle in around him.

“Are you sure you’re okay with the therapy appointment Kookie?” Jin asks ruffling between the bunny’s ears.

“I’m sure,” the youngest nods.

“Good. And if you’re a really good boy and sit through the whole thing, even if you can’t talk properly, I’ll buy you a nice big treat. Just don’t tell Namjoon,” The doctor winks.

Jungkook’s scent loses the burnt edge with the promise of a present, easily persuaded.

With that Jin closes his eyes and almost immediately falls asleep. You cuddle yourself into Namjoon’s side and Jungkook spoons around you pulling you closer to him.

“You’ll stay with me the entire time right?” He whispers into your ear.

“I’ll stay with you always Jungkook,” You mumble back to him.

“I’m really glad you’re here Y/N, I’m sorry I wasted so much time when you first joined us.”

“It’s okay,”

“Y/N?” He asks barely audible

“Hmm,” You answer halfway to sleep.

“I love you,”

He kisses behind your ear and his arm tightens around your waist.

“I love you too,” You sigh contentedly.

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