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#for anyone wondering the context:#a vampire falls in love and rescues a mortal#but thinks they shouldn't be together because oh no i'm a monster#so he TRIES (and fails) to erase her memories and get her to leave town (and succeeds)#because it's too dangerous for her to stay#so she leaves and he leaves and even tho he's heartbroken he thinks it's for the best#BUT THEN!!#she shows up in the same fucking city his coven lives in#anyway#i really like messing with him :) he's my bby#vampires#vampire x human#vampire x mortal#polls
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ʚ : SENDING THEM A NAUGHTY MESSAGE WHILE THEY'RE LIVE (LEGAL LINE)₊̣ !
p. enhypen legal line x fem!reader w.
warnings? mentions of: sex, fingering and spanking
— 𖦹 ( watching your boyfriends live and you get a naughty idea ) !
HEESEUNG !
you: stop manspreading…
you: it makes me want to ride your cock dry…
his phone was already in his hand going through the comments when your message popped up. completely ignoring whatever the guys were talking about, you could see the smirk on his face, spreading his legs even more just to text you, because he knew you were still watching him, biting his lip, typing away at his phone. your phone ringing seconds later.
heeseung: you wish you were sitting on my lap rn , bouncing on my cock.
heeseung: too bad bby ;)
JAY !
you: (image) love you <3
you watch his phone screen lights up, listening to whatever jungwon was talking about – you smile when his lips curl up into a smile at the sight of your name. his smile quickly drops , quickly swiping out of the messages, his tongue pushing angrily against his cheek , you thighs pressed together as you watch his type on his phone, your phone quickly lighting up.
jay: you’re think you’re so funny
jay: it’s gonna be really hilarious when i spank your ass raw..
JAKE !
you: your fingers looks so nice …
you: can’t wait to have them inside me tonight
singing along with the music playing for the computer , dancing in his chair, stopping when he sees his phone light up. “one second, it’s probably the members.” he lied, knowing it was you, he just didn’t want them to think differently, but it was kinda of hard once he read the messages. he chuckled, it sent shivers through your body, he quickly typed away on his phone, running his fingers on his lips turning you on even more.
jake: gonna make you cum hard
jake: just wait …
SUNGHOON !
you: i’m about to cum and i need you so bad ..
you hit send watching with a smirk as he slowly stopped talking, reading the messages. you watched his eyes darken, sniffing angrily, you watched him go over the messages over and over, typing away at his phone, you stared at your phone, the messages sending a wave of pleasure to your core as sunghoons voice went back to talking about whatever.
sunghoon: cum slut i dare you…
sunghoon: you won’t cum for the rest of the month
SUNOO !
you: stop staring at the camera like that , it’s making me horny…
he hummed seeing your name pop up on the screen of his phone, smiling. “oh?” he chuckled, his face turning red as he red the message, you watched your boyfriend become a flustered mess as he tried to maintain talking to the camera, all while typing vigorously on his phone. you phone ringing as he sat his back down fanning his face subtly.
sunoo: babyyyyy
sunoo: yk im love you can’t do that i’m getting hard now
sunoo: i can’t wait to come home to you
©️LUVYENI
#kpop x reader#kpop smut#enhypen smut#enhypen scenarios#enhypen headcanons#enhypen x reader#enhypen x female reader#heeseung smut#jay smut#jake sim smut#sunghoon smut#sunoo smut#lee heeseung hard hours#jay hard hours#jake sim hard hours#sunghoon hard hours#sunoo hard hours
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Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
TW: Violence, Kidnapping, Alastor eating bitches
Description: Alastor's X Wife!Reader who gets kidnapped and how he deals with that
Alastor's relationship with you is a strong one, the two of of you drawn to each other in an almost supernatural way
But you also trust each other's strengths and aren't prone to stepping in each other's fights
Regardless of how powerful you are
I got your pinkie fingers bby go kick his ass
Holds your shopping bags for you while you go kick ass
Unless of course you ask him to
He likes it when you fix his hair afterwards, preening like a giant rooster as you do
THE POINT IS-
It's not like Alastor spends all his time glued to your hip or sending you out with bodyguards
You can take a damn walk by yourself
You do have a target on back though, if not because of your own strength/actions, then because of your husband
So it's not unusual when someone tries to pick a fight with you
But when you're suddenly ambushed and kidnapped, against the fact that you fought hard to avoid it
Fucking holy weapons
That's new
Well I suppose you'll just have to wait for your husband to come and get you out of this mess
*spits out blood*
Not you bragging about how fucked your kidnappers are once Alastor gets there
He's already going to be mad that they kidnapped his wife, but the fact that they've now put hands on you??? Made you bleed???
Oh they're so fucked
So just sit back and look pretty while you wait for your boo to come and rescue you
And you do look pretty
Keep your damn hands off
Alastor knows something is up when you don't come home, knows that someone must've gotten to you
If the old geezer watched tv maybe he would've known a little sooner
Maybe he would've known that your little fight made the news
Tf was he gonna do?? Wait for it to show up in the papers??
BREAKING NEWS!! RADIO DEMON'S BABE WIFE GETS KIDNAPPED AFTER EPIC BATTLE!
But when Angel shows him that you've been kidnapped Alastor literally just-
Makes this face:
Oh he's getting his wife back
RIP Angel's phone 😭
He's visibly very calm about the whole thing though, which makes the others even more worried
"Well then! I suppose I'll have to get Y/N back myself, won't I? You all wait here, I won't be long now~"
Alastor does give them a chance to give you back before he comes and hunts them down
It's one of the most terrifying radio broadcasts people have listened to but this is his WIFE we're talking about
On the inside he is VERY ANGRY
Even if they do bring you back he still eats them
Fuck them he never promised them anything
They took and HURT HIS WIFE
If they don't bring you back then they're going to be subjected to slaughter like they've never known before being eaten
Not him using his massive demonic form to rip apart their safe house
Anyone who doesn't know Alastor like you do will think he's being surprisingly playful about it all
But as his wifers you know he's raging by the look in his eyes 👀 not merely playing with his food
Not wifey just sitting back and admiring Alastor while he works 💅✨️
Damn this is really doing it for me
Admires how elegantly you stretch and rub your wrists after your bindings are undone, so graceful even after taking a beating
"Thank you, Alastor~ Right on time as always~"
He begs to differ
"Anything for you, my dear."
Won't really look at you until you grab his chin and force him to, Alastor giving you a guilty smile
Le kiss
Leans in to touch foreheads with you, the two of relaxing in each other's arms amongst the carnage
Casually licks the blood off your face to ruin the moment before taking your arm
"Now let's get you home, my darling~"
Doesn't leave you alone for the rest of the night, trying to hide the fact that he's fretting over you
You want to take a bath and get cleaned up? He'll help you!
You want to lay down and rest after a stressful day? He's actually pretty tired too so you two should go to bed together
Will 100% broadcast their screaming souls as a warning to anyone else who wants to try that little stunt again
Falls asleep to it actually, one arm wrapped around you as he drifts off so that when he wakes up, he'll know you're right there with him
He doesn't think any less of you, he's been beat before too
Don't remind him
Will absolutely call himself your hero for like a week straight and land himself in the doghouse by the end of it
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random sex headcanons! (nsfw)
had some thoughts during my workout today, so i figured i'd write them out as a break from the endless wips in my docs. :)
zoro, sanji, usopp(!), and law x afab reader
tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @throwmethroughawindow (hello soppers)
Zoro
Prefers a position where he can see your face.
He wants to watch you squirm under his touch, wants to see your expression twisting with ecstasy each time his cock slides against your walls.
Big on touch. His hands will glide along your body, squeezing at any flesh he can get his fingers around, but has a slight preference for grabbing your thighs - not only because he's a thigh guy, but because they're your thighs. Also helps him manhandle you into deeper positions.
Has two modes - rough and nasty, or gentle and loving. The first is more of a stress-reliever, or for a quickie in the training room before a meal, but its raw and real and even between his forceful strokes he's praising you, telling you how good you are, how good you feel, that you take him so well, or that you're made for his cock and his alone.
But if he's in his feels about you, he prefers it slow and steady. Missionary, lotus, cowgirl, whatever it is, Zoro finds great joy in watching you enjoy yourself. He'll hold your cheek in his palm and if you nuzzle into his touch you may be rewarded with a long, passionate series of kisses and words of love between each one. He tells you that you make him happy, that you're perfect and beautiful, how he's so lucky that you put up with him, and how much he loves you.
Sanji
Also a big face watcher, just the sight of you moaning and mewling for him is enough to make the coil of delirium unravel.
Takes a while for him to stop finishing so quickly (he loves you!), but he gets that iron will eventually - and will use it to make you into a panting, tired, sweaty mess.
Super switchy. Sanji will always lovingly top you, but loves being the bottom. Ride him, peg him, and gently tease him all you want - just treat him like the sweet prince that he is and be affectionate. Show him that you love him, take it into your own hands and watch him melt into you.
Really likes seeing you dressed up, just to dress you down later. Kisses your neck and coos in your ear about how lovely you look while he unzips your dress before sliding it down your shoulders and into a heap of fabric on the floor. Undresses you with a fire in his veins, taking his time to caress every inch of flesh available to him, kissing down your body while taking off each piece of remaining clothing that lies his way.��
A pussy eating king. Sanji knows taste, and will bury his nose as deep into you as he can, licking and slurping up your juices like it's his last meal. He kisses it often, usually murmuring something in his native tongue against your folds and making you shiver from the timbre of his voice.
Usopp
The sweet boy is so shy. Takes him a few tries before he can even look you in the eye (he’ll cum too quick :( !) during. So at first he takes you mostly from behind.
His hands love digging into the plush of your ass, though. Gets really hypnotized by the way it bounces back onto his cock and tends to lose himself in the moment and - wanting to see it move faster - absent-mindedly picks up the pace to slam into you with harder and harder strokes.
Once he opens up a bit, you find that he's really fun in bed. He makes love to you like you're the last thing he'll ever touch, but will switch it up on the fly and rail you until tears of overstimulation peck at your tear ducts. Folds you around as he wishes, trying every angle, every position that he can wiggle the both of you into - and every time you're happy to let him experiment.
Call him Captain Usopp mid-sex and its over for you. Something emerges from him that makes him go feral. Grabs your hair or your arms and fucks you faster and harder than he can realize himself. Very dominant this way too - demands you say it again, or to keep calling him by the name. Assaults your neck and back with kisses and bites, hungrier than ever to mark you up as Captain Usopp's girl.
Always makes sure to show his feelings for you through touch and praise, but always says “I love you!” right as he cums.
Law
Usually has no preference on positions. Law will fuck you in any way you want. Though is apt to end up telling you how he wants to take you regardless, urging you onto your hands and knees, pressing you against a wall, or bending you over his desk.
Great with his fingers. Coaxes several orgasms from you before even considering putting his cock in you. Long, lithe digits scissor in and out of your entrance, spurring you magnificently over the edge over and over again. Loves to shove his fingers into your mouth afterward, and can barely keep his focus when you clean your slick from them.
Absolutely gets pussy drunk. His cock twitches wildly in response to your walls clenching around him, making his head spin with want and desire. Leans back to watch himself disappear deep inside of you again and again, mesmerized by the way your pussy grips him and how wet and warm and tight you are.
Plays into your sensitivities. If you have sensitive nipples or breasts, his mouth is on them, sucking and licking and nibbling in ways that have you crying out for more. Sensitive clit? Law is rubbing it in slow, agonizingly sweet circles as he thrusts into you, bringing you just to the edge of reality but not over it just yet.
Very weak for affection, especially during intimacy. Hold his hand and hear him whine before grabbing you tighter and fucking you harder, but kiss him and watch his brain fray into blissful petals of pure devotion. Has been known to stop all together to just lock his lips to yours for a while.
#one piece x reader#x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#trafalgar law x reader#vinsmoke sanji x reader#usopp x reader#one piece x y/n#roronoa zoro x y/n#sanji x reader#sanji x reader smut#sanji x you#one piece x reader smut#usopp x you#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar law x y/n#op drabbles#op scenario
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piano instructor!miguel “you’ve been over this a hundred times mami, again” he grumbles, pinching the forming headache fogging his temples. n watching you mess up over and over again as you play every song in the book… messing up every single one. but he didn’t need to be mean about it !!
“m’ cant, it’s hard” you whined, pretty eyes scrunched in frustration as you glare at the notes. and not the massive man sitting right next to you, trying to instruct you… and losing a lot of patience. you huffed, you were in your twenties !! just cause you were too shy in highschool to ever try piano didn’t mean you had to be here. with a man who was no doubt. intimidating. in every sinful way.
”your supposed to be teaching me, arnt you the best” you taunted brattily. you may be shy but it was no question the rich little brat you could be. n that’s probably what got you here, next to to this annoyingly attractive man. miguel. who was looking at you like you just said a joke. it truly was the first time you ever saw him smile, though it was more arrogant than anything
“really wanna test my skills, amor?” you hated when he called you love. hated it. cause why did it make your head twirl, and lashes flutter… in irritation definitely. obviously.
”Soy el mejor profesor, princesa. but I need to teach ya’ a few things in manners first hm?” of course he did. you both knew it when his gruff tone made your thighs clench together. only covered by your lacy pink skirt.
the same skirt that only moments after was scrunched around your pretty waist, your body sprawled over the pianos lid, and his face stuffed between your thighs. oh, you thought he was menacing before. now you couldn’t even wrap your head around it as his tongue taught you lesson and lesson again. you hated admitting it. that he really was the best ‘hands on instructor’.
but he had no problem repeating time and time again that your bratty mouth sounded a whole lot better squealing his name. and he much preferred your delicate fingers gripping his hair than playing those irritatingly impossible notes.
and oh god :(( his fingers were so thick. and long. and cruel curling inside your gummy walls. they did anything but shut your quiet, but quick of a sweet mouth up.
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@xaaaaaaax I’m sososo sorry for putting this off bby <3 made it a bit more brat taming such style cus hehe, he’s the mean instructor after all ;))
𐙚 based off of 𐙚
#miguel smut#miguel ohara smut#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara blurbs#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel o’hara imagine#miguel ohara imagine#miguel ohara x reader#miguel ohara x you#miguel ohara x y/n#miguel o’hara x y/n#spiderverse smut
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practice (pt. 2) | jjk
⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader
⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst
⇢ WC: 8.1k
⇢ WARNINGS: implied family issues, photography major jk in full effect, casual titty sucking (lol), oral sex (f receiving), ass eating and motorboating?, handjob, unprotected sex (crowd boos and throws tomatoes), a bit of spanking, talk of sex toys, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, slight dom and sub oc, slight sub and dom jk, shower head as vibrator (everyone w a clit has done this pls-), some manhandling, anal play, shower floor sex !!!, very slight cum eating, creampie, oc reflects on how far she’s fallen, oc still hates men, maybe unrequited love, maybe not
⇢ SUMMARY: everything is wet. you and jungkook tangled up on the shower floor. your eyes afterwards.
⇢ NOTES: yOu’Re WeLcOmE rEaDeRs. this was only going to be a one shot but i was manipulated into making it a three part series bc of u all >:((! lol kidding love u babies! tbh i'm a bit disappointed with this piece. i really loved it when i outlined it but for some reason it just didn’t come together how i would’ve hoped. i tried my best guys rip. hopefully part three will be better. anyways, feedback is greatly greatly appreciated!! thank you again for all the engagement on part one if you’re new pls go read it and check out my masterlist here. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO MY BBY @here4btsfics FOR BETAING LEGIT COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT U!!
⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST
“You look miserable.”
You were miserable.
The air at the frat party was suffocating. Sweaty bodies grinding against one another, nudging your shoulder as they shimmied by. The strobe lights made your vision splotchy and the blaring speakers had your head pounding. Plus, you could already feel the makeup sinking into your pores. An oil cleanse is needed asap.
“You look like a hot mess,” you snap at the boy in front of you. His stringy bangs stick to his clammy forehead, poking out from underneath his black bucket hat. The neck of his dark gray t-shirt is stretched to one side from the pull of petite, manicured fingers. Pink lip gloss is smeared across his lips, making a glittery trail down his neck. Sore red marks already blooming. “It’s late.”
“It’s only like-” Jungkook looks at his watch. “1 a.m.”
“Yeah, late. I have a test in the morning.”
“Go home.”
That was the problem. The two only people you really knew at the party, Mina and Taehyung, snuck off into a grimy bathroom to fuck eachother’s brains out. That was an hour ago. How long could they really go at it? You explain this to Jungkook with a sigh. “If they’re not back in the next twenty minutes, I’m going to flip.”
“Don’t be a buzzkill.” Jungkook chuckles, plopping down on the brown corduroy couch next to you. A drop of alcohol spills over the edge of his red solo cup, landing right on your bare thigh. “You can’t go by yourself?”
“I’m a woman, Jungkook.”
“Ah, right,” he nods, thumb brushing away the dark liquid on your skin before putting it in his mouth. Goosebumps form instantaneously as you watch in utter shock. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Bambi, but I don’t think a dude would touch you with a ten foot pole. You’re kinda fucking scary.”
You glare at him, fluffy brows furrowed into sharp slants. Deep scowl on your shiny pout.
“See?” He laughs, tattooed digits coming up to pinch the baby fat of your cheeks. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
“No,” you huff, slapping his hand away. The subtle touch was enough to feel how surprisingly soft his skin is. “I’ll go get Mina and Taehyung-” you scoof, getting up from the tattered material under you.
“Chill.” His fingers catch the ruffled hem of your dress, knuckles brushing against the back of your thigh.
The audacity.
“Let them do their thing. I’ll take care of you.”
“Aren’t you in the middle of-” your eyes flicker over to Nayeon, who had been attached to Jungkook’s neck all night prior. She’s on the opposite side of the room, swaying back and forth, watching him cautiously. No doubt wondering if the illusive man had slipped from her grasp, onto the next girl that caught his fleeting attention. “-A thing?”
“Nayeon is cool.” He glances over his shoulder, gnawing on the silver ring on the corner of his lip. He nervously rolls the material of your dress between his thumb and index finger. Your eyes widen at the motion. Why was he being so… handsy tonight? “She’ll understand.”
Even from a distance, you can see the disappointed glint in her eyes when he explains that he’s heading out for the night.
The air outside is much nicer. The wind brushes through the cracks in the trees, kissing the leaves with a seemingly soft gust. The brunt of the blow isn’t felt until the wind is gone, and the unsuspecting leaves slowly dwindle to the ground. Confused as to how something so delicate and graceful led to their demise.
“Ugh, fuck,” Jungkook snarls, sticking out his pink tongue after taking a sip of whatever drink he had been nursing. “Shit’s like battery acid.”
You giggle, turning your head to get a better look at him. He looks so pretty in the moonlight. Even prettier than usual, you think. Your eyes dart back to the sidewalk under your feet.
“Here,” he passes the plastic cup towards you. “I can’t drink anymore.”
“Ew, I don’t want your backwash, Jeon.” You scoff, holding your balled fists to your chest in disgust.
“I’ve been known to spit in a mouth every now and then… never had any complaints.”
God, he’s so crude.
“I told you, I have a test to take.”
“Oh please,” he persists. “I take all my tests hungover.”
“What tests?” You surrender, finally accepting the poisonous drink. A quick whiff of the mysterious liquid confirms his earlier sentiments. It was most definitely battery acid. “You’re a photography major.”
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Jungkook chants, pumping his fist in the air for emphasis.
“Stop peer pressuring me!” You say exasperatedly, words riddled with broken laughter. He’s so insufferably annoying but… weirdly adorable.
He continues, shouting louder until you down the drink in one big gulp, gagging at the putrid aftertaste. He cheers, no concern for the sleeping students who can surely hear his booming voice through their thin dormitory walls.
“I’m a bad influence on you. You’re turning into me.”
“You wish.”
“Not Bambi anymore, hm?” He takes his hat off, ruffling his hair before plopping it onto your head. “Gonna have to call you my baby.”
The breeze does nothing to ease the burning in your cheeks. “You’re an idiot, Jungkook.”
“Oh God… you sound like my parents,” he laughs. It wasn’t the one you had become accustomed to throughout your brief friendship. The high-pitched infectious one that always coaxed a similar sound out of you.
This laugh was sarcastic. Devoid of joy.
“I’m so drunk that you look like ‘em too.”
You glance up from the crushed cup. He looks… sad. You’ve never seen Jungkook sad, or even serious for that matter. His lips are pulled into a tight line, chin covered little dents as he tries to contain his emotions.
Whatever he was feeling, you never want him to feel it again.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head, back pressing against the entrance of your building, prepared to push it open for you.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” you frown, halting your steps. You can’t leave until that heart wrenching expression stops tainting his features.
“My parents are like… old school,” he shrugs, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I was so sheltered growing up. I feel like I missed out on a lot and I just… they wanted me to go to law school. Can you believe that? Me? A lawyer?”
Jungkook was a person you never expected to relate to. Sure, you were casual friends, but you chalk that up to circumstance. He just so happened to be a friend of your roommate’s boyfriend. Your interactions up until this point had been playful banter. Nothing incredibly deep.
Honestly, you didn’t even think he was capable of complex emotions.
You feel guilty about that now.
“They sound like mine,” you admit. “They completely tie my worth to my academic success.”
“But you’re good at that. Thinking.” His fingers tap against his temple before rubbing in soothing circles, trying to coax the cogs in his skull to spin. “You’re the most intelligent person I know and I’m not just saying that because I like you.”
“Thank you,” you peep. You’ve always suspected that Jungkook secretly hated you.
Hate is a strong word and you’re very dramatic.
But nothing about your lifestyles are parallel. They’re perpendicular, moving in two completely separate directions. Only crossing paths every now and then.
Too different and incompatible.
“My brain doesn’t work like that- watch your step,” he warns, pointing at a divet between the concrete and tile as you finally step inside.
“I don’t like to think. I like to see. I’m a visual person.” He’s talking with so much passion, hands moving about to show you what his words couldn’t. You watch in awe.
“They don’t get that. Like when I got these,” he holds his inked arm out for your viewing pleasures. “My dad bugged out. ‘You’ll never get a good job with those doodles on your arm.’”
His tone was so exaggerated that you couldn’t help but giggle, shoulder knocking against his as you walked. He laughs too.
“I don’t really give a shit about the future. I care about now. I want to experience everything I can, right now. To me, life is about living in the moment. Photography is literally like-” his eyes squint, darting around the hallway as he looks for the right words. “Like- snapshots of the present.”
He got so carried away that he didn’t realize you had reached your destination. You blink at him.
“I’m sorry.” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That was stupid,”
“No!” You lower your voice immediately, embarrassed at your sudden outburst. “I actually…” You pause, contemplating your next words.
“I wish I was m-”
“I want to be-”
You both pause this time. Jungkook nods his head towards you, giving you the green light to speak first.
“In some ways, I wish I was more like you.”
“Yeah.” He hums with a soft smile, leaning against your doorframe. So delicate and graceful. “I was gonna say the same thing.”
You gulp, completely and utterly rattled. Your shaky hands fiddle with your keys, struggling to fit them into the lock.
Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? It’s just Jungkook.
He laughs, steadying your jittery hand with his own and helping you slot the metal in.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you say meekly, avoiding eye contact as you enter the dark room. “For what it’s worth… I think your tattoos are really cool.”
“And I think you’re really cute when you’re flustered,” he smirks, backing away from the doorway and waving at you. “Goodnight, Bambi.”
Much to your dismay, the compliment makes your cheeks heat up.
“Jungkook, wait! Your hat!”
“Nah, keep it!” He shouts down the hallway. “It looks better on you anyway!”
“Jungkook, stop,” you whine, back arching off your white cotton duvet. The soft tongue twisting around your nipple makes it incredibly difficult to focus on your cracked phone screen. “This episode is important. We meet Sailor Mars.”
“Sorry, Bambi,” He grunts, wet mouth reluctantly popping off your stiff bud. “Got distracted.”
It’s been a little under two month of this. Of you and him.
Having sex, exchanging sweet words and touches, going back to just friends. Rinse and repeat.
Blissful peaks and exhausting valleys. A rollercoaster of emotions with no logical endpoint in sight. You tried not to think about that part often though.
It was easy to distract yourself from the truth when Jungkook brought you lunch during the gap in his classes, or when he agreed to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety without much pushing. Atleast you could pretend he was yours in those little moments of affection.
You huff, pulling the crumpled t-shirt, his t-shirt, back over your chest. Your heart was still pounding from your last round an hour or so ago, and him casually sucking on your nipple while streaming a cartoon didn’t help.
“She’s your favorite?” He questions, propping his head up on the heel of his hand as he lays on his side. You nod, gaze flickering over to him. His previous activities had made his teddy bear headband slouch forward. You use one of the plush brown ears to pull it back into place.
Although sweet and attentive, Jungkook wasn’t immune to the innate disadvantages that came with being a man.
Like not knowing how to wash his face properly.
You watched in horror a couple weeks ago as scrubbed his face in your bathroom sink. Bangs and all. An order for a cute bear headband, the same brand as your kitty ones, was placed immediately. The way he smiled when you gave it to him would forever be burned into your memory.
“Makes sense,” he hums. “Mars is the planet of war.”
You side-eye him, knowing exactly what he was implying with that snide comment. “Just watch the show, Jeon.”
“I am.” His wavering attention turns back to your phone. “I love 90's animation. It was basically all done by hand, see?” He points at the scene behind Usagi; a blue watercolor sky fading into a baby pink. Clearly hand drawn. It was a detail you never noticed before.
“And the saturation is higher so the colors look brighter.”
“Your major is showing,” you say, using an eye roll to suppress the smile dancing on your lips. You don’t want to disturb the hydrating sheet mask on your face, resting in just the right position. You also don’t want to clue him in on how cute you find his artistic rambles.
“Speaking of that,” he laughs, resting his cheek against your chest, unable to stay in one position for too long. He’s like that in the bedroom too. You sigh as dry bits of his face mask crumble off his temple and onto the black fabric. Baby steps. “You’re still coming to the showcase, right?
Jungkook’s big end-of-semester project was to create a photography portfolio on a topic of his choosing. There was going to be a cute little gallery event to display the work of him and his classmates. It was hard not to get your hopes up when he invited you.
That was a sign that maybe, just maybe, the feeling was mutual. Right?
“Right,” you answer him curtly. “Now tell me what topic you picked, demon.”
“Nah, you’ll have to be a good girl and wait,” he grins teasingly, lifting up to steal an airy peck. “Besides, I need to get one more sho-”
Ding.
“Thank fuck!” He groans, springing up at the sound of your timer. “This feels like sandpaper. What the fuck are you doing to my face?”
“Oh, don’t be a baby,” you scold, pressing pause and tossing your phone onto your bed. He’d have to meet your favorite character some other time, clearly too distracted and antsy tonight to focus.
“Bambi,” he says indignantly, pointing straight ahead at Mina’s floor mirror with wide doe eyes. His skin is cracked and painted gray. The reflection is startling to the skincare newbie. “Look at how dry this shit is!”
“Jungkook, it’s supposed to look like that. It’s a clay mask.” You laugh, peeling your more gentle one off and tossing it into the little trash bin near your nightstand. “You have oily skin, so it’ll help clear out your pores and reduce excess sebum production.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” he laughs, climbing out of bed and rolling his shoulders, arms numb from laying down too long. He’s topless. You can’t help but eye the way his back muscles pop out with every circular motion.
How yummy.
“Do you mind if I hop in the shower?”
He doesn’t need to ask. Jungkook has become a permanent fixture in your dorm, like the color pink or your twin bed. Whenever Mina is gone, he’s there.
His presence is also similar to your bed in the sense that it doesn’t extend past the four walls of your room and mind.
A bed is warm, though. Comforting. And you long for it when you’re not in it.
That longing leads your wandering feet into the steamy bathroom.
“Jungkook,” you peep softly, knocking gently on the glass door before sliding it open. “Can I join you?”
The unexpected noise makes him jump, a large palm hitting his bare chest with a wet smack. Once his mind registers the sound as your voice though, his body language softens. Your voice so sweet and melodic in his ears. “I would never turn down an opportunity to see your tits. Wet.”
‘You could see them more often if you just fell in love with me already,’ you think to yourself, peeling off your cherry-printed thong and oversized shirt before stepping into the warm shower.
He looks so dreamy in the sauna of your shower.
Your pupils pause when they land on the unbelievably minuscule nipples that you always tease him for. His cheeks and chest are a soft baby pink. Your favorite color. Whether it’s from the scalding water or him nailing you into the rickety mattress earlier, you can’t tell. All the fog makes him look even more heavenly than usual, like an angel descending from the clouds.
You’re down bad.
There’s a speck of clay still on his chin, covering that little brown freckle you love so much. You cup the side of his face, thumb swiping away the leftover mask. He leans into your palms, lips chasing your finger to press a soft kiss on the pad of it.
Why must he make things so difficult for you?
“I got it,” he mumbles, snatching the pink face cloth from your hand and reaching for what his peanut brain thinks is body wash.
“Jungkook, that’s shampoo.”
“What? No way,” he shakes his head confidently, picking up the slippery green bottle and reading the label with squinted eyes.
You were right, of course.
“Oh, I fucked up then” He smells like lavender and mint. The scent fills your nostrils when he grabs the actual body wash from the bamboo wall shelf, suctioned to the tile near your head. It's the same fragrance of your very fancy, very expensive, shampoo.
You glance at the bottle. It’s nearly empty.
“Jungkook! You’re such an idiot!”
“It’s not that deep, Bambi. Relax,” he chuckles nonchalantly.
“It’s not funny!” Read the shower, Jeon. Haircare is no laughing matter. You cross your arms over your chest, titty-viewing privileges revoked until further notice. “That stuff is expensive, Jungkook. It’s Paul Mitchell...”
“Not Paul Mitchell,” he humors you, bottom lip jutting out dramatically. His shiny silver lip ring and eyebrow piercing do nothing to aid his faux innocence. “I’ll buy you another bottle, I promise. I used it because it reminds me of you. Smells so good.”
Jungkook squeezes the soap onto the pink cloth before running it over your body, lathering the vanilla-scented bubbles on your skin. Hands caressing every part of you so gently, as if you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever dealt with. Afraid to break you in his careless and clumsy palms.
He’s cleaning you so tenderly that it makes your lovesick heart pound.
He’s diligent too, squatting down awkwardly to wash your manicured toes, balancing your foot on top of his knee. He lets out an airy laugh when your foot jerks under his sneaky tickling fingers.
Even on your most intimate parts, his touch stays pure and delicate. He cups your breasts, cleaning under them and around them. The damp cotton barely ghosts over your nipples. He’s never been shy to pinch, suck, or even bite them before. It doesn’t feel right to him in this context though. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfy or ruin the moment by doing or saying something dirty.
Sometimes, Jungkook makes you feel so… important. So cared for.
You cling to him when he washes your back, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into the solid surface of his chest. You stay like that for a moment. Holding eachother under the warm stream of the shower. Savoring it while he’s still with you like this.
Blissful peaks.
The gentle swirls and shapes he draws against your skin lulls you into a trance. All you can hear is his heart beating.
It’s so close but so out of reach.
You count the seconds between the faint thumps. So distracted and content that your ears block out the sharp sounds of water hitting tile. All you hear is him.
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
A quick swat to your ass brings you back to reality.
You peep out a small moan, jolting forward from the impact.
“You like when I do that,” he deduces, the corner of his lip pulling into a crooked smirk as he massages your stinging behind. “When I have my way with you. Don’t you, Bambi?”
You nod, cheek still smushed into his wet chest. How humiliating.
“You’re a lot more submissive than I thought you’d be.”
“You thought about me before we started hooking up?” You counter, voice taking on a teasing tone to hide the flutter in your chest. He wanted you too. The thought was reassuring.
“Mm, maybe.” His hardening cock, brushing right against your inner thigh, tells you the answer. “The version of you in my head was confident, though. Knew what she wanted and took it.”
He whispers the last part, gaze floating down to your lips and licking his bottom one in preparation. The telltale signs of an incoming smooch. You close your eyes, expecting a sweet kiss-
“I get that you’re still learning how to fuck,” he shrugs. “So no biggie.”
Asshole. He's taunting you.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not a bad thing…” he coos, patronizingly. “Just the Bambi I know would never let a man tell her what to do.”
Any implication of you being compliant and passive, especially to a male counterpart, would normally send you into a rampage. He never understood how someone so kind could also be so viscous. When angry, you were comparable to a fire-breathing dragon, destroying villages and burning people alive with your blazing articulate tongue. Jungkook would never tell you that though, lest you think he was calling you ugly and reptilian.
That couldn’t be further from the truth, because he found it so fucking sexy when you were mad. And the bubbles of irritation were already brewing in your stomach.
You’re falling right into his trap.
“I don’t,” you argue through gritted teeth. “And I always take what I want.”
“That’s not true,” Jungkook tutts his tongue at you. “You want me so bad and you haven’t done anything about it.”
Your heart drops. Is it that obvious you have a big fat crush on him?
“Why don’t you show me a little bit, then?” He huffs, voice pleading and whiny. He grabs your hand and guides it around his semi-hard member, engulfing your’s in his tattooed one. “Touch me how you want.”
Oh, he meant sexually. You let out a sigh of relief.
Even partially soft, his cock feels heavy in your hand. Your fingertips barely meet around the shaft, pink mushroom tip poking out of your tiny fist. Two months. Two months of seeing his cock every three to five business days, and you’re still intimidated by the sheer size of him. How could you not be? He was massive.
He knocks his wet forehead against yours. His gaze is trained on his growing cock, tongue fiddling with his lip ring as he focuses. So visual.
Hm. It could be fun to take control. Especially when he was practically begging for it.
Jungkook prefers to be the pleasing partner. Foreplay usually consists of him licking and touching every square inch of you until you’re squirming. You’ve never seen him so needy and desperate before.
Most dicks were ugly. Monstrous even. In the flesh, you’ve seen a whopping total of three penises throughout your lifetime, Jungkook’s included. A small sample size for your age. But you’ve watched enough porn to know that they were anything but aesthetically pleasing.
You’ve always been drawn to the finer, pretty things in life.
And his is so so pretty.
It’s not overly vascular. The veins running along his shaft are subtle, you can only feel them when you give him a hard tug. His skin is smooth and supple. Pelvis clean-shaven. Despite his little skincare mishaps, you can know he takes good care of himself. It’s a quality you found extremely attractive.
Languidly stroking up, you twist your wrist over the swollen tip. Your grip isn’t as tight as he likes and you know it, purposely dragging over the upward curve with an unbearably loose fist. The running water makes the glide easy as you pump him languidly, stopping at the crown and squeezing to give him a little relief.
He peeps out a dreamy sigh when a pearl of dew leaks out of the slit. You coo at the sight, using your thumb to smear the wetness around his sensitive head.
A dirty Jungkook-type thought pops into your head.
“Put it in your mouth,” you command, holding your glistening digit in front of his big nose.
He hesitates for a moment. It’s fair. You were literally asking him to taste his own precum. His black pupils dart to your thumb, over to your face, and then back to your thumb.
Has he never done this before?
He’s apprehensive, but fiercely competitive to the core. Never one to turn down a challenge. You’ve known that since you met him, when he nearly had a meltdown over losing a simple game of beer pong.
He takes the pad of your thumb into his pink pucker, sucking on it like a sugary lollipop. His lustful eyes lock onto yours when his tongue just barely grazes over your skin. They’re pleading, so desperate for your approval.
“Good boy… now spit.”
You feel his cock twitch against your stomach, wet tip leaving a sticky trail to your belly button. He obliges, letting a string of spit land in your palm. You hum contently, wrapping your hand around his shaft again. Coating him in his own saliva.
“I love that,” he moans out, voice so turned on that you have to clench your thighs together for friction. They’re already clammy with arousal.
“Love what?” You tease. “Praise or my hand?”
“Both,” he admits with no hesitation, hips recoiling and subtly thrusting into your palm. He slicks back his bothersome bangs to get a better view.
He looks so good with his forehead out.
“Does that feel good?”
He nods halfheartedly, tunnel-visioned in on the way you’re just fucking milking him. The nasty wet clicking noises filling the air only make his impending orgasm build up quicker. Jungkook has always prided himself on his stamina, but he’s already feeling that overwhelming pooling in his balls.
“Are you gonna cum?”
“Yeah, Bambi...” He sighs, mouth dropping when he’s done speaking. Thick brows knitting together. Face contorting in the way it always does when he’s about to bust.
You tug him hard and fast until he’s teetering on the point of no return-
And then you stop.
The muscles at the base of his cock contract and expand, making it bounce up against his pelvis. The creamy skin at the base transitions into a vibrant flush at the tip. So swollen and angry. So ready to cum.
“Fuck!” He shouts, slamming the side of his fist against the tile wall, snarled teeth look too ferocious to be bunny-like. The hooded gaze he shoots you is scary, even angrier than his cock.
It looks painful.
You feel bad, truly.
But it was a small glimpse of the pain you felt when he blue-balled your love and affection.
“I cum first,” you taunt with a smirk, pressing a gentle peck on his lips. He doesn’t reciprocate, pout cemented in a firm straight line. “Then you.”
His tattooed knuckles sneak under your wet hair, curling around the back of your neck. The other is grips on your shoulder, trimmed nails digging into the delicate skin as he shoves you forward. You gasp, bouncing breasts squished against the shower door, cool slippery glass brushing against sensitive nipples.
Jungkook usually takes the lead during sex, gently coaching you through the motions until you’re both silly-smiled and starry-eyed in post orgasm bliss. You’ve never seen him so domineering. A sharp juxtaposition to the whiny boy who was desperately seeking words of affirmation a few minutes ago.
His duality has you embarrassingly wet.
“I’m sorry,” he grunts, nuzzling into your shoulder and placing a few gentle, apologetic pecks on your skin. “I don’t mean to be so abrasive.”
Abrasive.
That was a big word, for him atleast. His vocabulary has expanded a bit. The thought makes you gleam.
“You’re just-” The words are broken off by an airy chuckle. “I’m so fucked.”
There’s no time for you to mull over the hidden meanings of his words. He nudges your legs apart with his knee, muscular thigh pressing right into your sopping sex. You moan at the contact, grinding down on it until it’s rudely snatched away.
“Isn’t someone greedy?” His voice is muffled, lips preoccupied with kissing a messy trail down your spine before dropping to his knees behind you. Right on the shower floor. “You’ve already cum. Twice.”
You had sex just a few hours. And he did indeed, make you cum twice. Once on his fingers and once around his cock.
It wasn't enough, though. Never enough with him.
“Want more...”
“I know you do, just…” His words dissipate when spreads one cheek to the side, distracted by the mesmorising sight of your glistening slit and puckering hole. “Stay still. Let me look at you.”
The lack of sensory information has you on edge. From your position, you can’t see him. Only catching blurry glimpses of a tattooed arm when it extends into your field of vision. It’s hard to hear the nasty declarations that pour out of his mouth over the pitter-patter of water. There’s no perceptible clues that help you predict his next movements. You have to wait until you feel them.
His big hands knead your skin, making the fatty parts jiggle with his thumbs resting under each cheek. “Wow…” he peeps in admiration before shoving his entire face in your ass, vigorously shaking his head side to side.
He’s so lewd.
You squeak when his sneaky tongue pokes out.
“No…”
“Why?”
“That’s so… dirty.” You don’t mean you, of course. Even in the drunkest of states, you could execute a ten step skincare routine flawlessly, facial rollers and all. You were referring to the act.
“I mean… we’re kinda past that, don’t you think?”
You hum a contemplative noise. He had a point.
“Don’t you like it, baby?” A soft kiss is placed against the cinched muscle. “When I play with you like this?”
Baby.
He hasn’t called you that since he walked you home from the party. Your stomach somersaults.
“I love it,” you confess with a sigh.
“Then why is it dirty? I’m just making you feel good, aren’t I?” He coos, placing the pad of his thumb on the untouched area. There’s no pressure behind it, just light strokes around the rim. “I can make you feel so good, if you just let me do what I want.”
What he’s implying is nerve-wracking. Anal play was something you never even considered dabbling in.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
You trust him and you’re consumed by lust, so you give a small nod.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Do whatever you want, Koo… anything.”
There’s a sharp exhale and then soft fingers massaging tight circles on your clit. You relax into the touch. A tried and true method of making you feel good, and hopefully, ease you into the uncharted waters with little tension. Jungkook lets a string of spit fall between your cheeks, knowing you’ll need the extra lubrication.
“Fu- hmm,” you hum through curled lips when his thick thumb slowly prods in, only up to the first knuckle. It’s not as painful as you expected. A little strange and unfamiliar, but the stretch was oddly pleasurable. “S’ good.”
“No one has ever been in here before, right? Only me?”
“Only you.” You mewl, grinding back into his hand. The confession makes him moan. The thought of defiling you, ruining you, does things to him and to his leaking cock.
“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll get you a butt plug.” He pauses, before adding an afterthought. “A small one with a pink gem.”
You don’t respond, enjoying the feeling of his hand too much to speak.
“Yeah,” he hums to himself. “Gonna double dip you one of these days.”
“Koo,” you whine. “Please do something.”
He can’t deny you. Not when there’s those dreamy, desperate hues in your voice. Jungkook spins, sitting on the ground before shuffling backwards until his back is against the shower door. Positioned directly between your legs. Right under your leaking cunt.
“Ride my face,” he whimpers. “Please…”
In your limited experience, and via the data you’ve collected from third-party sources (Mina), guys only ever beg to receive oral sex.
But Jungkook is different. Here he was, fully prepared to devour your pussy like it’s his last meal on death row.
Hopefully the crime committed isn’t breaking your heart.
“Jungkook, you don’t- fuck!” His mouth is on you before you can even finish the sentence. Toned arm wrapped around your thigh, pulling you down onto his thirsty tongue like you’re a refreshing drink on a hot summer day.
The cool metal of his lip ring brushing against your outer lips as he delivered long unhurried licks between them, had your thighs trembling. You were so worked up and he’s barely even touched you.
The position is great, amazing even, but it’s hard to hold him like you want. You twist awkwardly reaching behind you and letting your fingers trace the outline of his sharp jaw. You can literally feel his tongue working under the skin, collecting as much of your sweet dew as possible before swallowing it in big gulps.
The combination of your juices and the running water makes Jungkook-
“Feel like I'm drowning,” he laughs, sending hot breaths into your core.
You peep an apology before standing on your toes, trying to create some breathing room.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” His free hand grabs your ass, fingertips digging into the plush surface as he pulls you back down. The motion makes his large nose brush against your clit, bulbous tip sneaking under the hood, tickling your most sensitive spot.
“Fuck, baby.” you whine, already feeling a sticky hot climax approaching.
“Don’t be shy.” The thick thumb, still hooked inside of you, begins rocking back and forth, moving your hips in tandem. Encouraging you to grind onto his face. “Use me.”
Despite the assertive facade, you were deeply insecure. You’ve never felt more liberated, more comfortable, than when Jungkook’s hands were on you, though. Caressing every undesirable part of you. Touching you in ways that made you swoon. Completely worshiping you.
With that in mind, you build up the courage to move freely. Humping his face like you do your pillow when you’re alone and needy for him.
You find yourself saying this often with Jungkook, but you’ve never felt so good.
There’s little muffled moans under the sound of the shower. Between the wet strands of hair, you can see his thick brows pulled in at the middle. Features contorted to form that cute little yummy face he makes every time he eats good food. Or in this case, your pussy.
You giggle deliriously, gently pushing back his wet tresses. They’re silky and pliant from your conditioner. Your thumb smoothes over one of his brows in an attempt to tame the angry arch. Afraid to hurt him, you stop immediately when you feel his piercing.
The look he gives you when he peers up at you sends you spiraling. There’s something so raw behind his eyes.
It almost looks like…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shout when your orgasm washes over you, hips jerking wildly and uncontrollably. Powerful waves of pleasure run through you. One after the other in rapid succession, leaving your legs shaking and your petite fingers clawing at his scalp.
He doesn’t stop until you make him, with a fistful of hair and a rough yank. Wet lips smacking together as he coos, taking in the sight of the overstimulated body before him. You feel empty when he removes his thumb from your sore hole and climbs to his feet.
“Your mouth,” you whine. “It’s too much.”
“I know,” he hums in agreement, hugging you from behind before continuing with an airy chuckle. “Nayeon told me that I have an oral fixation.”
Nayeon.
Your heart drops at the mention of her name.
Why was he thinking about Nayeon? Especially now, when he was being intimate with you-
‘Don’t overthink it,’ you tell yourself. It was probably just a flippant comment he made without thinking…
“Oh no,” Jungkook groans dramatically, tattooed hand scrubbing over his face in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, craning your neck to look at him.
“I only brought one condom,” he says in distraught, emphasizing the one like it was the biggest mistake of his life. “And we already used it.”
Hm. Now seems like a good time to ask him the question you’ve been avoiding for weeks.
“Are you sleeping with anyone else?”
An eerie pause fills the air. You don’t like the way he hesitates.
“No… I always use protection anyways… and I just got tested last week.”
You don’t like the way he answers. Almost like he didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t necessarily want to admit the truth either.
You don’t push the matter further. You're afraid that if you do, he’ll drift away. Float onto the next shiny, less complicated, thing that catches his wandering eyes.
“It’s okay. Just fuck me, Jungkook.”
“Are you sure?” He looks at you with wide, sparkly eyes. They appear almost animated, hand drawn in the same style as your favorite cartoon. “We don’t have to. I would never-”
“I want to.”
You just want him.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Mhm.”
He exhales a sigh of relief, head dropping to thank whatever higher power exists for making this happen. The stars aligned to make this happen. He gets to fuck you now. Raw.
When his hands land on your ass, they’re shaky and unorganized. You can’t tell if it’s from adrenal of excitement. His cock is at the perfect angle to slot between your cheeks without the help of his hands. Jungkook pushes them together, rutting his hips into the tight squeeze, moaning softly when his pink tip pokes out at the top.
“No more teasing,” you huff with a pout.
“Put me in then, sweetheart.”
Another term of endearment. You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose. If he knows how you feel about him and is levying that affection against you. Using sweet words to lull you into any situation of his choosing.
You sigh, reaching between your legs. His couch is so touch-starved from the foreplay, the orgasm you denied him, that the contact makes it jump. You rub the engorged head over your clit, flicking it up and down over the swollen nub.
“Thought you said no teasing.” He gruffs, strained and fucked out.
You nod in response, licking your lips as you guide him to your entrance. His heart beating so sternly in his chest that you can feel his pulse in the crown of his cock. So turned out and it’s all because of you.
Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape when he slides in slowly. You’re both so wet from the shower and your own arousals, that there’s barely any resistance. Just a smooth glide until he’s buried to the hilt. Hushed, needy gasps escaping from both of you.
“Ah- fuck,” he grunts, hips jolting forward even though there’s no more length to give, pelvis mushing into you. You have to brace yourself with flat palms to prevent your head from knocking into the glass. “I’m in love with this pussy…”
The sweet, filthy words make you clench around him.
Jungkook watches with parted lips as he pulls out. Top lip twitching in a snarl when he sees how creamy and shiny you made his cock. You always do, but this is the first time he’s actually witnessing it, feeling it, without any barrier.
“My favorite pussy…” he whispers, gripping your waist as leverage before he starts pounding into you. Closing his eyes to focus on his rhythm, savoring the way your warm, wet, natural ridges feel on his cock
Even from behind, his curve does wonders on your g-spot. The smooth underside deliciously strokes that sweet spot with every deep plunge. Your breasts bounce when his hips crash into yours, making the very tips of your nipples teasingly brushing against the wet glass. The coolness sends tingles through your burning skin.
“When can I really play with you?” He pants. “Use my vibrator until you’re cumming buckets, huh?”
“Whenever we stay at yours…”
He doesn’t respond, leveling you with a simple hum instead.
“Nah, I prefer going to the girl’s place-” Jungkook had slurred to Taehyung, projecting his voice over the static of the party. Loud enough for your unsuspecting ears to pick up the sound. “I feel bad for asking them to leave after, so it just makes things easier.”
That was before you started hooking up, but the memory still stings.
A lightbulb turns on Jungkook’s brain as he watches the running water hit your back. He reaches for the shower head, clicking the silver lever three notches to the left. Jet mode.
The ugliest sob rips though your chest when he places it directly on your clit.
“Jungkook!” The stream is so powerful that it sends you into a panic. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” his lips are smushed to your temple, trying to shush your cries. “Gotta practice for the Hitachi, don’t you baby?”
The constant stimulation from the water and his cock makes your orgasm build up much quicker than anticipated. There’s wetness on your cheeks. It's not from the splashing water pummeling directly into your clit. You feel so euphoric and overstimulated that you’re crying. There’s nothing you can do to stop the unbearable pleasure that’s coursing through your veins.
You nearly blackout when you cum. Vision blurry. Hearing fading in and out. Legs giving out underneath you. Jungkook has to catch you, abruptly dropping the shower head to wrap his big arms around your waist before you plummet to the ground in bliss.
When you can support yourself again, he hangs up the forgotten metal, maneuvering you around until you’re facing him. He picks you up with an inked arm hooked under your thighs, free hand grazing over your back in soothing circles.
“I didn’t push you too far, did I?” He asks worriedly.
You shake your head. He did, but you absolutely loved it. You peep when you feel the tip of his cook, still achingly hard, against your backside. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry.”
“No,” you protest. “Want you to cum too.”
He looks at you, gnawing on his bottom lip like he’s contemplating something. “I’ll be quick.”
Jungkook lays you down on the shower floor gently, the same way he does on your twin bed. A grimace laces through your features. Over the last month, you’ve been swamped with homework, putting a wedge in your normal routine. The last time you cleaned out the shower was two whole weeks ago.
Disgusting.
All complaints are forgotten when he’s inside of you, though. You would brace the bacteria and germs to have Jungkook between your legs.
“You’re so pretty,” he huffs, admiring the way your hair fans out across the white porcelain. Leaning forward, Jungkook presses his entire weight on top of you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. There’s a gust of wind on your shoulder as he breathes in your scent.
The whole atmosphere feels different.
The slow sensual grind of his hips makes you dizzy. You swear you’re hallucinating when you feel his hands graze up your arms, fingers interlocking with yours.
“Look at me.”
You crane your neck, wide eyes meeting his hooded ones. You breath hitches in your throat when you take in his expression. He’s looking at you the same way he did earlier.
If you didn’t know better, you would say he’s looking at you like he’s in love with you.
“I’m close,” he whispers, nudging his forehead against yours. He kisses you so delicately. There’s no heady teeth or rushed tongues. Just a sweet, soft kiss. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside.”
When he cums, it’s gentle and low. His hips never falter from their slow pace like they usually do when he climaxes. He doesn’t moan lewdly or say anything dirty. He just stays clung to you, panting softly until he rides out his high.
You feel so warm and happy when he fills you up.
He stays on top of you while he catches his breath. You don’t mind, petite hands scratching over his back. Listening to the calming, rain-like sounds of the shower.
“Do you want to go to bed?” You peep after a few minutes.
“I can’t sleepover tonight, Bambi,” he coos, sitting back on his knees. You feel empty when he pulls out. “I have a test tomorrow.”
“Oh… well, you’re still coming over tomorrow, right? So can we finish the season?” You question, recalling the pinky promise he made you last week.
“Raincheck,” he pouts. “I have something to do for one of my classes.”
You follow him to the door once you’re both dried off and dressed.
“Goodnight,” he places a dramatic kiss on the top of your head, pulling away with a little ‘muah’ sound. Something in the corner of your room catches his eye before he leaves. “Did you steal my hat?”
Your eyes follow his finger, pointing straight to the black bucket hat on your desk.
“You gave it to me.”
“I did?” He looks at you in confusion. “I don’t remember that.”
“Fuck off,” you groan, cocooning your blanket over your disturbed ears. You wanted nothing more than to rewatch Sailor Moon and mope, but the fireworks would not fucking stop. Where is campus police? And why are they letting dumb frat boys light off explosives?
You sigh, watching Usagi and Rei fight over Tuxedo Mask again. You know what the outcome will be. The thought of your favorite character falling victim to the unforgiving strain of unrequited love makes your heart hurt.
You tilt your head. Tuxedo Mask kinda looks like someone you know.
The show was supposed to be distracting, make you forget the fact that you got stood up but a guy you’ve been crushing on for months. But even your alone time has become daunting. Consumed by him. Everything reminds you of Jungkook.
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
You sigh, closing out the app in favor of scrolling through Instagram. The first picture you see on your feed is of Nayeon. Just your luck.
It was posted two minutes ago. You recognize the ugly brown couch in the background. She’s clearly at a party, form-fitting black mini dress complimenting her figure perfectly.
Your self-loathing mind guides your self-loathing fingers to zoom in on every little detail and compare yourself to her. Pretty hair. Perfect makeup. Tiny waist that curves out into her full hips. Long legs. Jungkook. Straight, pearly white teeth. Nice jawline-
Jungkook?
You do a double take, eyes scanning the photo until they land on him again. He’s lingering in the background, back against the wall, looking down at his phone. You stay zoomed in on him for a while, staring at your phone screen until your vision goes blurry.
Every doubt and insecurity you’ve harbored over the last few months hits you in a drowning, suffocating wave.
Exhausting valleys.
Why did you even agree to this? This stupid friends with benefits relationship.
You knew you would get hurt, but you didn’t think it would hurt this bad. Not only did he lie to you, he was with Nayeon.
Nayeon. You can’t fucking stand her-
You shake your head furiously and throw your phone to the foot of your bed.
You don’t mean that…
Since when were you the type to hate another woman over a dumb guy? Or have unprotected sex? Or let someone so careless and selfish infiltrate your heart and mind?
How could you compare yourself to Nayeon when you two are in the exact same position?
You think about the night you fell for him, when he walked you home in the moonlight. She must have felt the same you do now. You’re similar in your desire to be with him, knowing you'll get hurt in the end.
Because being with Jungkook for a little while was better than not being with him at all.
It’s his eyes. They’re dark but so tender. The way they look at you like you’re the only thing that matters. The way they glow when he talks about things that interest him. Or how they dart up towards his forehead when he can’t find the right words to say-
“__?” Mina calls, standing in the doorway with a takeout bag. You hadn’t even noticed her come in. “Why are you crying?”
“Huh?” You peep, eyes fluttering down to the little wet spots on your blanket.
Without even realizing it, you had grown to love Jungkook so much.
You spent the rest of the night sobbing in Mina’s arms.
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Trips in (tripin p2
recap: miles had questioned you of your appearance due to his annoyance, being curious as to why you got all dolled up.. . X x. Bby dad miles x bb ma y/n
Do not post my workings please :)
“You wearin makeup? And what’s up with yo fit and hair?” He asked, staring you up and down as he pointed.
As annoyed as you were, wanting to snap at him right then and there you just gave him a very annoyed stare before taking a deep breath then saying.
“Look, we ain’t gonna talk about this alright? Zion’s right here.” You reply, calmly staring down at your kid and stroking his locks gently. He was zoned out, staring off into space or stm. Zion just looked up and gave you his signature small smile. Showing his dimples. A flash of annoyance fell on miles face before going back to deadpan.
“Fine, alr? You can get away with it this time.” Miles responded, giving you a cold stare before looking at his kid with a slight smile. “Hijo, vámonos ahora, ¿vale?” He said to his kid warmly before putting his hand out for him.
“Ok papa.” Little Zion replied softly, his attention going to his father as he stared up at him with a smile and taking his hand, miles then picked him up with a little fake groan.
“Getting too big for papa.” He stated to his son Zion, giving him a little smile. He was a good father, or at least a decent enough one. Always tying to keep his calm around him even with his anger issues, taking responsibility for him instead of leaving like a deadbeat. (Bare minimum ong.) he even bought him toys and a whole ass tv for Zion so he can watch Bluey or some shit.
“Alright.. you two have fun. Be good for mama Zion.” You say, pinching Zion cheeks and pecking it with love. Zion let out a small squeal before nodding. Miles watched silently, giving you a blank stare before nodding.
“Adios.” Miles said before turning away and holding his son in his arms, you watched him get in the car and drive off, his engine roaring.
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Who the fuck did you think you were?
Dressing up, going full out. At some fucking club like a slut. Miles thought to himself, staring down at your story you posted on social media. He had just put Zion to bed in his room and was now lying down on his bed, black sheeted duvets as he was only wearing grey sweats, shirtless and annoyed. You were skulling down a bottle of tequila as your friends cheered you on, encouraging you. “Chug! Chug! Chug!” On and on. You were so beautiful though, he was captivated by your beauty as he watched you. Sure, it wasn’t exactly attractive to see a woman gulp down a bottle of tequila like it was the last thanksgiving meal but hey. It’s was you right? Your angelic face, those deep dimples showing as you grinned widely while chugging down the bottle. Zion really did have your dimples, he was a reminder of you. He could see you in Zion sometimes. The locks, his dimples, the cheeky smile he gives whenever he makes a mess. He had a lot of cute habits that you did too. (He doesn’t mean it in a weird way.) Miles let out a sigh before turning off his phone, lying down into the bed properly as his head tilted back into the soft comfy pillow. Crossing his arms as he places the blanket under his arms, he was furious. You were still his so why would you go out into the club? Maybe he’ll stop by tomorrow after dropping Zion off to school. Remind you that you don’t get to fuck around with your little friends, you better not have fucking been near any other guys too. But it was time to head for bed.
End of part 2, my hands kinda hurt 🤭. Might b smut in part 3 idk 🤷🏽♀️ sorry if it’s fucked up or if u can’t rlly read it I was tired n rushing
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hi! can you write something about dorm mate!geto arguing with reader but then they would apologize (idk whose fault it was) please 🙏
A/N: Thanks for the idea bby!! Plot twist: they don’t apologise, you know I love miscommunication tropes right? 😋
Dorm mate Geto: Just friends
It’s Friday night and you find yourself at one of Gojo party friends’ party again. It’s kind of a tradition. You, Gojo and Geto heading out for a party so get that much needed social time in your busy lives. You don’t join them all the time, but when you do, you feel good.
You and Shoko laugh at the drunk Utahime who was having the time of her life. You enjoyed watching your usually uptight friend letting herself go once in a while.
But when she started loudly explaining why Gojo was unfuckable, you and Shoko decided maybe it was time to leave the party.
“Come on Princess” Shoko says sarcastically to Utahime, while you help bring the drunk girl to her feet. “Let’s get you home. Hey y/n, you need a ride home babe?” Shoko asks, swirling the car keys around her finger.
“Nah I’m good thanks Shoko” you say with a smile. “I’ll see if Geto’s ready to go” you add, knowing Gojo was probably hooking up with someone right now.
“Cool. See you later chick” Shoko says and you wave goodbye to them before walking back to find Geto. You check your phone, 00:31 it reads. Past midnight, okay time to leave a party right?
You squint, looking to find the black long haired man, but when you finally spotted him, you wished you didn’t.
Your handsome dorm mate sat on a sofa, with some pretty girl wrapping her slender arms around his broad shoulders. He whispers something in her ear with his signature lazy smirk, the girl laughs brightly. No doubt Geto said a dry but flirty joke, something you thought was reserved only for you.
You think you feel a bit sick. Heartbroken was what you actually felt. He hasn’t seen you yet, you hope it stays that way. You hope he didn’t see you foolishly waiting on him, while he got cosy with some other girl.
Was it always like this? Did he always get cosy with other girls but your delusions made you think it was only you? How silly. What you once thought was a sweet blooming romance between you and a dear friend was nothing more than a minor situationship to him.
You turn your heel and speed out the house before you could embarrass yourself anymore.
1:01 AM
You swirl your ramen absentmindedly in the pot, hoping the warm noodles will fill the emptiness you feel in your stomach.
Suddenly you hear the door open and shut. You didn’t dare look up, there’s so much to stay but you choose to stay silent, hoping Geto won’t notice you in the dim lighting in his drunk state.
But that never works.
“You hungry doll?” Geto chuckles as he spots you. You don’t answer, scared your voice will crack.
“Well how about I help out and make you some hot cocoa yeah?” He says, with a smile that feels fake to you now.
“No. I don’t want a drink” you say abruptly, you cringe internally, knowing how rude you sounded, but you can’t help but feel resentful.
Geto stops in his tracks, slowly turning towards you, long hair strands framing his face.
“You okay hun?”
You wince, ‘hun’ was the last thing you needed to be called by the man who just broke your heart.
You silently just stare at your ramen, trying to play it cool, be the chill girl who doesn’t really care, but you already messed up. You were a born a person who cared too much.
“You shouldn’t call me that.”
“What? Why?” He says, an unimpressed frown on his handsome face. You stare silently at your ramen again.
You sigh when Geto pushes in front of you and turns off the stove so that he can have your attention.
“Look at me and tell me what’s wrong” he says.
You cross your arms almost in defence, disobeying him by staring out the window instead. “What am I to you Geto?”
“My favourite girl, of course” he answered softly in a heartbeat, taking a step closer to you, but you move backwards.
You shake your head. “No” you say, “that’s not what I am. What is our relationship? Are we friends or more?”
The room falls silent.
You sigh, wishing you never asked and hurt your own feelings. The silence answered your question. Friends.
“If we are friends, then we should put some distance between us” you say bravely.
You look up at Geto, to find the usually composed, chill guy look shattered. Black eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open. You’ve never seen Geto look off guard, you almost feel bad.
“Oi… what do you mean by that?” You can hear the anger bubbling through his throat, he’s trying his best to stay calm.
“I mean stop flirting and touching me Geto, do that with the girls you’re romantically interested in” you assert your stance, slightly raising your voice to your own surprise.
“Thats-“ Geto starts but he doesn’t finish his sentence.
He pauses before starting, now stepping away from you.
“I’m.. sorry I caused any inconvenience for you. I won’t do it again.” He says formally, putting his hands in his pockets and walking out the small dorm kitchen. Black hair stands dangling in front of his face as he keeps his head down.
Leaving you alone with your broken heart again.
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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 ²
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...
Anakin x Princess!Reader
Part 2
Previous chapter: Part 1
Overall series warning: 18+ content (smut), mature themes, swearing
Warnings: none
Last chapter recap: “Then what is it you want?” Your confused little doll's face made him want to laugh. It was cute just how clueless and pathetic you were in this situation. You were a princess, were you not? With power in the back of her hand? A slight smirk smeared across his face before he leaned closer. His breath hit your ear and your neck as he spoke, “I want you.” The tone fell octaves deep, cold, and dull. Who the hell was this man?
Summary: You were thrown into a foreign room with nothing to do but wait for the inevitable… the Sith Lord with that smooth voice.
Word Count: 1.3K+
Author’s note: Thank you all so much for the support so far, I didn’t think this would latch on so quickly. I’m so grateful to all of you<3
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Your lips parted in slight shock. This cold and heartless monster of a man… wanted you? Was being a Sith Lord not enough for him? Your body was frozen, but your mind was racing as if it was in a pod race. The same ones you used to attend on Tatooine when you were younger.
“You mean to tell me you want… me?” You tried not to sound scared and weak, though you knew you weren't really in any position to act all high and mighty. He didn’t reply. He simply pulled away, but as he was about to walk out of the cell, you grabbed him. It was a split-second, possibly dangerously dumb idea, but it happened.
“You’re brave, princess.” He turned around with a scowl smeared across his face.
“I want answers.” You crossed your hands across your chest. It was easy to figure out by now, that he wouldn’t necessarily kill you under any circumstances. Not if he needed you. He could be inclined to hurt you, but that was a different deal entirely.
“—and I want you to remember me, but we can’t all have what we want.” His eyes were fixated on you. They peered deep into your own. It was as if he was searching for something in that little soul of yours.
“Seems we’ve gotten ourselves stuck in a paradox.” You said and had your lips form a straight line before speaking again,
“You see, I won’t remember you until you give me answers, but you refuse to give me any, so how am I supposed to know who you really are… besides a ruthless Sith Lord, whose only purpose in life is slaving around for the dark side.” You retorted with a scoff. It was bold. Too bold, it seemed, as he immediately grabbed you by your throat and pinned you against the cold and unforgiving wall.
“You test my patience, your highness.” He whispered close to your face, his breath; hot on your skin.
“You realize you have zero control here, right? You are completely at my mercy.” He stared you down with flared nostrils and heavy breathing before pulling away and walking out the door. Shortly after, two troopers locked their arms around the set of yours and dragged you.
“Let go of me.” You spat and struggled against their grasp,
“I can walk for myself!”
“You can also escape, your highness.” Said one of them. His voice was gruff and it felt like a snake was coiling up your spine.
They managed to drag you all the way to a plush room with a proper bed and even a desk with a small lamp. It was a simple layout, far inferior to your own bedroom, but it was better than having your back give out prematurely from a rock-hard block.
“Lord Vader will be back soon.” They threw you on the floor with no regard for your safety, waltzed out, and locked the door. You got up with a groan and dusted off your dress.
The dark side was clearly not messing around. Even with a royal status, nobody cared. Not that they had any reason to, anyway. They served the galactic empire. Bowing down to royalty wasn’t exactly on their bingo card.
You’d been left alone to wither and gather dust. Was this their shtick? Leaving their captives to sit and stare into a blank wall for hours on end? It took several before you finally heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the door to the room. You quickly collected and readied for what was to come.
The door clicked and in he walked. His stride was fierce and confident, and every bit cold. Maker, he was mesmerizing. It wasn’t just the face of a fallen angel, it was the face of something so familiar. It drove you insane to not recognize it.
“You will stay in this room and you will not leave, understood?” His brows were furrowed and his lips were pursed.
“If I leave?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. That clearly set him off. You watched as his eyes turned a bright yellow for a second, before going back to their usual velvety blue.
“You are frankly starting to test my patience, princess.” He grabbed your forearm roughly and pulled you close to him. Something within you clenched. It was your heart. The fear engulfed it like a vice, squeezing every beat into a suffocating silence.
“You won’t kill me.” Your voice was hushed and shaky, but you tried not to make the dread apparent.
“I can certainly hurt you. It is my vocation.” You were supposed to be intimidated by him, but my, his voice was to die for. You refreshed your mind with a quick reality check. He was handsome. But not handsome enough to sway your mind. You wanted answers.
“Why do you need me anyway?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Well, I certainly do if I’m required to remember your face.” You scrunched your nose at him and pulled away. He squinted his eyes in frustration as he let out an exasperated sigh.
He seemed conflicted. As if he wanted to tell you, but couldn’t bring himself to do so.
“Just… don’t even try to escape. You’re stranded on this space station either way. You have no means of doing so.” He stepped back and walked to the desk in the corner of the room.
“Can’t you just tell me the truth? You’re the reason we keep going in circles. If you just—“ He didn’t turn around, he just interrupted you abruptly,
“Ever attended a pod race?” Pod race… memories of your father screaming at the big screens and having bets with Jabba doused your mind. You used to hang around a boy back then. Every year. Without fail. He was a sweet boy. Anakin was his name. Anakin Skywalker. He always stood by your side, as your father would push you off to the side to mingle amongst the elites.
“I have… quite a few, actually…. Why?” Your head was tilted to the side as you slowly made your way towards him. When you got close enough, he turned around to face you,
“Just out of curiosity, sweetheart.” You frowned at the nickname.
“I stopped going after a while. My father still went every year though. As king, he’s got a lot of connections… so…”
“Yeah, I remember your father. Arrogant fellow.” He scoffed and carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t keel over at the gesture, but it still felt repulsive. He was a Sith Lord. Stone-cold and ruthless.
“You know my father personally?” You slapped his hand away from your face and took a step back. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed deeply,
“I killed him. He’s dead.” Threateningly, he moved towards you with heavy steps. Your eyes darted up and down his form, as he backed you up against the wall behind you.
His hands trapped you, touching down on the wall on either side of your head. His jaw was clenched and his eyes had turned that same yellow it had earlier. He was… frightening.
“It’s been my personal goal to wipe out your family for a while now, Princess. Now that it’s finally done, I would like it if you didn’t ask so many questions.” His breaths were hot and heavy, but it smelled amazing. Mint fresh. No, it didn’t. It was disgusting. He was a Sith.
“My handmaidens… what became of them?” You finally succumbed to your ancestors' conditioning to recognize dangerous situations and fear them. Your body trembled as your voice tried its best to sound solid.
The dark lord completely ignored your question, letting himself calm down before backing off and walking towards the door. Before he left, he got a final word in,
“We’re to wed in a week. You’ll stay here until then.” What..?
To be continued…
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YANDERE PETER PARKER HEADCANONS
Bold of you to even assume you'll be left alone and have your privacy with this boi here. Bby boi here loves you so much, you're the very reason he's living and you're like AIR for him. If he's not close to you, he feels like he's shattering and dying inside and hence, he might stalk you every now and then as Spiderman pretending he's on rounds around the city just to make sure you're safe
He is a literal puppy mark my words and when you deny him something, his expression will resemble that of a kicked puppy that'll tug your heart strings for SURE
"Baby do you REALLY HAVE to go to that party? I mean, you barely even know them you just met them 2 months ago~"
Will beg you to spend every single second of your time with him and as a yandere, I can clearly see him as a worshipper who'll worship TF outta you pal
If you go out somewhere without telling him, expect a dozen messages on your phone and 45 FREAKING MISSED CALLS!!! Ngl..... he just wants you to be safe and once you come back, he'll smother you with his love and affection and pepper your face with kisses
His aunt May adores you and treats you like her very daughter. She likes baking you muffins and cookies when you come by
Hates it when you talk to other people and he's clearly making an exception for MJ and Ned though he prefers if you talk to them less. He's just scared of losing you
He'll kidnap you if he thinks you're in danger which lets say happens after a month you 2 start dating. Don't worry, he'll stock up everything you love and he'll have all your favorite movies and books available for you and he'll even be so generous as to have a Wattpad and a tumblr account so long as you do your stuff on HIS phone and he keeps track of what you're posting
He absolutely HATES and DESPISES punishing you when you misbehave and as much as he loves you, he'll convince himself that he needs to discipline you for your own good. Nothing too drastic though, he'll just restrict you from using your favorite things and no screen time. You'll be bored outta your skull for sure but hey, at least he's not locking you up in a room with chains dangling around you
When it comes to other people who he thinks are trying to steal his sweetheart from him (Aka. YOU), he will not hesitate to get messy and kill someone. He'll try framing that person like convincing people he was a corrupt person or an illegal drug seller or something like that and either spread rumors or directly kill them. No one messes with his darling and gets the hell away with it, not if he can help it and YES, he CAN help it
Will use EDITH to make sure you're safe
"Oh sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about, I'll take care of everything for you. You won't leave me will you?"
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LEISURE TIME [2]
Blade brings you out for shopping!.
Author’s Note: I can’t believe I actually finished this because I need papa blade content so much. Anyway, this will be the last part of Leisure Time. Next, I wanted to make Dan Feng or Jing Yuan…, but the Dan Feng one will be most likely angst since my dude really left his child alone out there [bottom text].
Warnings/CW: Family content, the reader used she/her pronouns but only mentioned like 2-3 times so mostly gender neutral. Blade tries hard to be a father, family fluff, it’s just a sugar overdose, Blade dressing like a criminal while his bby dressed like a princess. Reader is a toddler/child around age 4-6, Kafka and SW are here but only for background characters. Blade is weak for his child. Icanthelpmakingitbladexdaughterreadersinceihavedaddyissues
"Hey"
"Hm?"
"You see that guy over there?"
"The one with black coat?"
"Don't you think he looks suspicious??"
"I think so…should we report him?"
"I don't know man…but he looks like a criminal, wearing sunglasses and a mask like that…huh?"
"Daddy!"
"W-what's that kid doing there??"
"–wait did that kid just call him daddy?"
The two guards who were gossiping suddenly come to a halt when they see you running towards Blade. They look mortified seeing a little kid literally bolting towards a man who looks like he escaped prison just 2 hours ago.
"Daddy! The shopkeeper gave me this! It's delicious, you should try it!" You jump in excitement, both hands holding something akin to dango while Blade crouches and opens his mask, and takes a bite of the food.
"Mmm…it's sweet and sticky" he commented, "you should brush your teeth after we get back–or your teeth will rot"
You gasp, then nod obediently. Blade picks you up so he can walk to the next destination while you eat your snack. Passing the guards who were gossiping about him just a few minutes ago and shooting them a glare.
The guards stay silent when Blade passes by them, avoiding eye contact.
"Do you think we will get into trouble if we report him?" One of them asks after the subject of their conversation at least 30 meters away from them.
"Yeah, for sure. Let's just ignore him for now…"
The two of you walk into the busy shopping district, the place is bustling with people. It was a semi-outdoor place where the roof was transparent, so people could enjoy walking without worrying about rain or heat.
You look around curiously, still chewing the snack without realizing the mess you made in your mouth. Blade has to stop for a bit to clean it with the wet tissue he always brings whenever the two of you are out. Many people take a glance and giggle, seeing a man dressed like a criminal wiping off the mouth of his child.
"I'm full, daddy" You hold up the remaining snack to your father, expecting him to eat the rest. Blade sighs, throwing the tissue to the trashcan and taking the leftover snack from your little hand all the while picking you up again back to his hold.
"All right, fine" Blade bites into the food, and back walking down the shopping district, looking for the children's section.
And he knows he is at the right place when your eyes suddenly light up, getting excited seeing lots of toys getting displayed from each store you pass. You have never seen so many kinds of toys before! You unconsciously lean your body forward, trying to look more closely at the display toys to the point Blade has to hold you tighter so you won't fall.
"Can we buy toys?Please?" You begged, giving him the best puppy eyes you could give. Blade looks at you with his same deadpan expression, it's just that he's screaming inside because he wants to take a photo of your puppy eyes so badly.
"Okay, which shop do you want to go to?" He finally asked. Your eyes gleam and start looking for a store with toys that really get your attention before pointing to one of the stores. "That one, Daddy!" You point your finger at the shop that has music boxes on one of their shelves.
Blade nods and enters the shop you picked. There are quite a lot of wooden toys in this shop, and your eyes sparkle at the sight alone. You really like wooden toys for some reason, and everyone except you knows why. It’s just Blade refused to talk about it and let your mind wander on your own.
As he puts you down inside the store, you waste no time looking around eagerly, trying every new and interesting toy you find (with Blade’s help so you won’t accidentally break one). Before long, you find yourself engrossed in one of the music boxes. It has an intricate design and a variety of music sheets to be played, and the figurine is a little girl playing with a swan. You keep coming back to that specific music box even after roaming the store twice.
“Do you want that one?” Blade asks, and you nod eagerly, eyes still glued to the said music box. Blade knows once you have something that catches your eyes and attention, there’s nothing that can stop you from having it. A trait you inherited from him, which sometimes annoys him too while Kafka keeps teasing him about it.
At the cashier, you do a little jump, impatiently waiting for the cashier lady to wrap the music box before putting it into a bag. Blade takes the bag and gives it to you, telling you to be careful.
“Thank you, Daddy!” You chirped happily while receiving the bag carefully, looking inside it and smiling, can’t wait to unbox it at home!. The bag was a little too big for you, so when the two of you are out of the store, Blade takes the bag back from you before holding your hand to walk together.
You swing Blade's hand around along with yours, humming and giving out an occasional yelp of surprise whenever you see something interesting. Your father makes sure he holds your hand tight, but just enough to not hurt your little one. It wasn't until the two of you passed the food court that you stopped in your tracks. Blade looks over and calls your name, but your eyes are fixated on one of the stalls, a crepes stall.
Blade knows exactly what you are going to do next.
You tilt your head to him ever slowly, all the while putting on the most overkill puppy eyes you could muster to him.
He immediately averted his gaze, avoiding your pleading look and pretending to not see anything. He attempts to pull your hand and make you walk again, but you refuse, pulling off your hand from his hold, crouching and now sulking.
"I want it!" You pout, not caring about passersby looking over. Blade sighs and now crouches in front of you, pulling his mask down and taking off his sunglasses to see you more clearly.
"You already had too many sweets today, You'll have stomach ache if you eat more"
You pout even more hearing his explanation, and when Blade is about to pick you up, you writhe and attempt to set yourself free from his hold to no avail. Your power is clearly no match to him and he easily picks you from the ground. You hit his shoulder a few times in upset, now giving him teary eyes.
"Please, Daddy?, Pleaaseeee?, I want to try it" You beg, whining and clasping your hands together. Blade sighs in defeat, looking back and forth between you and the crepes stall.
"Fine, but you have to promise me to eat twice the amount of your veggies tonight"
He looks at you with a serious face and you gasp. Twice the amount of your normal veggies!!, now that gets you doubting. But your desire to try that thin-looking food is so strong, that you close your eyes and nod vigorously, hoping you could eat the veggies tonight while Blade sighs again and walks towards the crepes stall.
After a few minutes of choosing flavors and you watching intently how the worker makes the crepes, you finally get to try the food!. You bite into the cream first, causing a mess in your mouth. It was delicious! You immediately went over and took another big bite, not giving your father a chance to wipe your mouth.
"Is it good?" He asks, and you nod with a smile, mouth full of whipped cream and other toppings. "Just eat it slowly, your tummy will hurt if you eat too fast" Blade added, wiping off the cream around your mouth. While he waits, Blade decides to chat with Kafka and inform her about where he is, attaching your photo devouring the crepes. He cringed a bit at the mess, and the high possibility of him needing to finish the rest of it when you full, at least he was used to it already, at the beginning he always threw away his leftover food but now he just eat it without hesitation.
Kafka: Awww, cutie pie eating her snacks well.
Silverwolf: Damn that crepes look good, what crepes stall was it?
Blade: She needs to eat a double portion of her veggies tonight.
Kafka: haha, Bladie seems to act more like a strict parent now~
Blade: She got spoiled too much.
When he looks away from his phone, to his surprise, you are actually eating all of the crepes, currently licking your fingers for the excess cream. Blade immediately pulls out his pack of tissue and clean both your hands and mouth before pulling out your bottle of water and giving it to you.
“Drink”
You take the bottle from him and drink it vigorously, looking around as you wait for your father to finish cleaning and throwing away the trash.
“All right, we should go back now. You have to keep your promise of eating twice the amount of your veggies tonight, okay?” Blade warned you, and you nodded, raising one of your arms so he could pick you up from the chair. “Good girl”.
As he puts you safely in his arms, he can’t resist the urge to kiss your cheeks, slightly chubby and red after eating the crepes. So he does, kissing your soft cheeks and you laugh at his action, before giving him a kiss in return.
“Can i go and buy the crepes now?”
“Not yet, just a little bit more”
Silverwolf clicked her tongue in annoyance as she waited beside Kafka who was busy (secretly) taking pictures of Blade and you exchanging kisses. She smiles so proudly at the results, before finally letting the gamer girl buy her crepes after the father and child pair is gone.
“Bladie has grown to be such a good father now~”
After arriving back home at the Stellaron Hunter base, you already fall asleep. Blade puts you to bed first, and when he is about to leave, he glances at the bag containing the music box. Well, he was just a tiny bit curious, so he decided to open it and see if it required to be assembled together.
Needless to say, he got too engrossed at building the music box, and accidentally building the entire thing. Blade then decides to put the finished music box back into the box and seal it again, and good to say you don’t suspect a thing when you wake up and finally get to open your new music box.
You spent a lot of time looking at it in awe, even finishing the two servings of your veggies without realizing it (Blade feeds you since your eyes are too glued to the music box).
“I want to build something like this too!” You exclaim, and Blade immediately feels bad for actually finishing building the whole thing by himself, so the next day he goes out again and buys another one with a different model this time, claiming that this one comes in many parts and you need to build it yourself, “unlike the one yesterday where it came finished”.
You are so excited, spending the whole day trying to assemble the new music box. Blade helps you too, helping you put the parts that need a lot of force to put be together. It was a bit frustrating, but you enjoyed it, even more so since your father is there to help you out.
When it’s finished, you put it side by side together with the one from yesterday, enjoying your hard work before falling asleep because of the exhaustion.
It’ll be a little secret Blade keeps for himself. Well, maybe until you are old enough to finally realize it, but for now, he just keeps it for himself.
#blade x child!reader#blade x reader#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr men x reader#hsr blade#hsr x reader
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also ahhh i hope this isn’t too soon after the last req i sent it but could i please req hard dom seungkwan with creampie/cum stuffing and multiple rounds? and it gets really messy?
: 🍊 hehe
kwannie would fuck you so gooddd omg :(
the first round he’d take it slow, would kind of ease you into it and edge you a bit just because he likes to see you squirm and writhe. your whimpers would do nothing but spur him on, fucking you at a painfully slow pace just to make it harder for you. the wet sound of seungkwan sliding into your core would make you blush, your arousal coating his length completely and allowing him to slide in with no resistance. he’d whisper the nastiest things to you, causing you to clench around him.
“you’re so messy. aren’t you embarrassed?”
“aww, want me to be rough with you? am i going too slow?”
“take it like a good slut. i’ll fuck you right if you cum for me.”
you’d end up cumming all over his cock with sweet moans, the slow thrusts causing your orgasm to bubble up slowly and steadily. he’d coo lovingly, cupping your face with one hand and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. he’d pull his length almost completely out, and would unexpectedly push back in hard. you’d yelp in surprise as his hips snap into yours, the harsh thrust catching you by complete surprise. “did you think i was done?” he’d scoff, his thrusts picking up in speed as he licks his thumb and glides it along your clit. “you can take another. i’ll fucking make you.” you’d moan uncontrollably from the overstimulation, the feeling of him pounding into you already bringing you close to your climax. he’d lean down and litter bites and marks all over your shoulders, adding to the overwhelming pleasure. you loved it when he was rough with you, the feeling of him fucking you dumb would never fail to make you cum numerous times around him. your second orgasm wouldn’t build up slowly this time, oh no. this one would be intense, he’d practically force your climax from you with how hard he was fucking you. your body would have no choice but to take everything he was giving you, your hole tightening around him and sucking him in greedily. the sounds that would escape you would be loud and desperate as you cum around him for the second time ;( he couldn’t help but finish inside you, filling your wet heat with his seed. he’d still, dragging his length out slowly and fucking back into you once, just to push his cum into your hole. “so dirty,” he’d mock, smearing your arousal with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth. you’d suck them clean, drooling all over his fingers absentmindedly. “aww, i really fucked you stupid huh?” he’d tease meanly, shoving them in deeper and causing you to gag on them. “drooling all over my fingers. cute.” you’d flash him a dazed smile, eyes full of lust despite having cum multiple times. he’d reach a hand down once again, rubbing two fingers across your bud and feeling you jolt harshly at the touch. he’d pull his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing his cock and twisting his fist around it using your spit as lubricant. you’d squirm underneath him, but he’d just smirk and continue his movements. “you’re cumming again,” he’d command, stuffing two of his fingers inside of your twitching hole. “wanna see you make another mess for me.” <333
taglist: @imprettyweird (pls lmk what you’re okay with being tagged in bby, i’d feel so bad if i spammed you every time i posted 😳)
#thoughts#seventeen smut#seventeen#smut#svt smut#seungkwan smut#seungkwan imagines#seungkwan#boo seungkwan#svt#svt imagines#mountainficss
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Dating The TVDU Women Includes
Katherine Pierce:
You knowing her since 1491
Katherine turning you into a vampire, so you could both be together "forever"
Her being severely protective over you
Stefan and Damon going after you to get to her
You and Katherine both being chased by Klaus for 500 some years
Being shocked when Nadia (Katherine's daughter) shows up looking for Katherine
Comforting Kath when Nadia gets bitten by Tyler and is slowly dying
Both of you being stabbed with the traveler knife and dying together
A/n~ I cried making this one. I miss my bby Kathy 😭💔
Hayley Marshall:
You being a werewolf/witch hybrid
Klaus threatening you to not hurt his little or littlest wolf or you won't be able to see the light of day again
Being a stepmom/mentor to Hope
"When I said give it your all and punch me in the stomach, I didn't actually mean it Hope!" "Sorry mama..."
Being besties with Rebekah and Freya
Hayley being super cuddley
Her being super protective of you. Even going as far as to threaten Klaus and Elijah
"If I hear that you two idiots lay a single finger on y/n, I will personally bite your heads off! Got it?!"
*Klaus and Elijah nodding, scared for their fucking lives* "we got it" "we won't touch her, we promise"
Being present when Hayley throws herself and Greta into the burning sun
Despising Elijah after that day and never forgiving him (I hated Elijah after that. I don't care if he didn't have his memories or what)
Only staying in the Mikaelson family compound for Hope's sake
When Klaus died, you adopted Hope and moved to mystic falls so she could enroll in the Salvatore school
Raising Hope because you knew that's what Hayley would want for her
Hope Mikaelson:
Being a Tribrid like Hope
Knowing her since you both were little kids
Hope being very closed off and distant with you at first
Her slowly opening up and being more vulnerable with you as time passes
Hope being a very affectionate person behind closed doors
Hope being super overprotective
This bby also gets very jealous very quick
You being best friends with Lizzie and Hope despising your guys friendship
Dark! Tribrid! Hope Mikaelson:
When Hope goes full dark Tribrid, you were by her side through all of it
Even when she snapped Lizzie's neck right infront of you
When Lizzie got sired to Hope you got jealous and protective reallll quick
You even went as far as to kill your own girlfriend to break the bond between them both
And let's just say Hope was not happy when she woke up...
"You killed me because you were jealous?! Fine, let's see how you like getting your neck broken"
After all the arguing you two weren't on the best terms
Hope distanced herself from you a lot and her trust in you went to 0%
Yeah, I wouldn't recommend dating dark! Tribrid! Hope and pissing her off...
Lizzie Saltzman:
Being a Tribrid
Lizzie siphoning from you a lot
You being very protective of this sweet, sensitive little baby
You helping her through her episodes
Being present when Lizzie wakes up and turns into a Heretic
You having to teach Lizzie everything she could possibly know about vampires
Lizzie being very clingy and vulnerable with you
Going on a rampage when you find out Lizzie was sired to Hope
"I swear I will gut you like a fish Mikaelson!"
"Baby...calm down please.."
Hope knowing to not mess with Lizzie while your around
Jade Salvatore:
You and Jade both being stuck in the prison world together
Her humanity flickering when she's around you
She's VERY possessive
Not to mention jealous
You despising Kai Parker
"Oh, would ya look at that. I get to gut you again today"
"Well shit-"
A/n~ i didn't really have many idea's for Jade, so this was all I could come up with
#katherine pierce x reader#katherine pierce#hayley marshall x reader#hayley marshall#hope mikaelson x reader#hope mikaelson#lizzie saltzman x reader#lizzie saltzman#jade salvatore x reader#jade salvatore
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How does Shisui (or the other Uchiha) cope when he's finally, blissfully rawing you for the first time ever? 😩
Nonny,
This is so sweet 🥹 I was actually cackling because boy do I ever have a dirty mind (and for once Madara is on point and I had a nap).
NSFW; how the Uchiha boys cope with the feeling of your sugar walls for the first time; artificially induced orgasm lol 😈
Madara:
Lol. Well, firstly. He was always raw dogging you and making you full of him. 😂 Contraception was a thing, but like, who the fuck wants to wear a pigs intestine?? Even if its clean, that’s just not something Madara would ever consider. If you ended up pregnant, you were merely upholding your agreement in this marriage. However….that doesn’t mean that the first time he penetrated your slippery moist cunt it wasn’t divine. He actually can be tender, and you wouldn’t jump in a dry ass pool. So, of course, Madara was deliciously teasing you until there was little resistance the first time he had you. Phew. Your inner sanctum sucked and swallowed him whole, deliciously. He stifled his groan but the first signs of pleasure tumbling out her mouth has this man a mess.
Obito:
🥹 I’m sure you’ve all sensed a pattern here for our dear heart, Obito. Such a sweetie pie. So nervous and gets unbearably excited when his s/o asked this one time to just feel his thick cock dredging her precious moist hole. Firmly believe Obito whined like a squealing serpentine belt the whole time she was grinding up and down his girth. If she spoke; he didn’t hear it. Was doing every thing in his power to not be a two pump chump! And it worked, until she got louder, started to swell and then came all over him. Driving Obito even more delirious with pleasure. Would prefer she had at least one more orgasm before he did but that notion is thrown out the window when he’s already coming. Filling her for the first time ever. Fucking it back into her even.
Shisui:
😭😭😭 my bby! Was huffing and sucking in his bottom lip like a Dyson, eyes blissed out and breathing so damn heavy. Rhetorically asked if you were heavens above, his cock was pulsing from your ringed muscles gripping him on first drag in and out!! Head tilted back, gorgeous curls bouncing on impact when he really got into it. Don’t even get me started on when they stick to his forehead and you have to brush them out of the way!! He’s trying so hard to hold on too, for you. Though you’re definitely more than sated, mostly exhausted, “…just one more, baby. Please..’ Shisui desperately needs to feel your warmth before coating you from the inside out. How can you say no to a face like this? You can’t. There is just no way you would break this man’s heart and not choke his cock again, allowing him to swell and pulse within you. Filling you and slipping out to see it drip out. Only for him to gently stuff it back inside with two fingers and plug you up.
Itachi:
I’m positive the first time Itachi did the deed raw it was rather embarrassingly quick! Said something along the lines of, ‘my apologies,’ after finishing. He was so frustrated, but didn’t show it one bit. Wasn’t ready to be swallowed whole by your sopping heat, even worse when he stole a glance and could actually see how slick he felt. (I’ve been putting this off for some time, but this will not do for this man). If you already had one ‘free space’ round, what’s another? Something in the air today would have Itachi lulling your consciousness to bend at his will. You didn’t even see it; but could definitely feel it in the stagnant state of your psyche: Tsukuyomi. It’s a one liner you’re all too familiar with, it reverberates the echo chamber of his playground, a feigned replica of your bedroom. A place you’ve never been for salacious purposes. As a cascade of several contrasting climaxes physically immobilize you, those famous last words seem to pass through you like wave lengths… ‘you’re already under my genjutsu..’ As the curtain to reality slowly drops, altering the landscape in a hue of reds and blacks.
You’re in danger.
#uchiha headcanons#madara headcanons#obito headcanons#shisui headcanons#itachi headcanons#madara uchiha#obito uchiha#shisui uchiha#itachi uchiha#madara smut#obito smut#shisui smut#itachi smut#uchiha clan#uchiha family#tsukuyomi
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a room of two, in three parts. [itoshi sae x f!reader]
notes: a bday bby chose roommate!sae as bday fic so i gave her one. i too wrote this one sitting at 2 am. it was fun. little warning: a little suggestive at the end, but it's more of a wiener joke from a grade schooler more than anything as this is a romcom. there are obliviousness, pinning, allusion to your life being not the healthiest, and such as too, btw.
i.
Becoming a roommate with Itoshi Sae was honestly a freak accident more than anything.
It was like as if some gods decided they were bored and decided, “Hey, wouldn’t it be funny if we stick some failgirl with the shining beacon, the prodigal mid-fielder of Japan?” And then they pulled up everything they got so it became an unavoidable hot mess. Unavoidable enough that Sae’s money couldn’t save him before pressing the two of you with various ridiculous out-of-this-world circumstances as the final nail in the coffin.
Looking back, it was honestly a premise for an absurd comedy that should have ended up with Sae murdering you in cold blood, in the most hilarious way possible. And then, he would cover up everything with his money.
Yet, lo and behold, Itoshi Sae—stable career, not a really good reputation due to his wording to the press sometimes, your roommate for three years and counting—was laying on your lap whilst scrolling through his phone.
And like a confused poor soul you were, you merely let him as how it had always been. Your focus was away from the TV you were supposed to be watching, but like some trained pet, your hand never failed to comb Sae’s hair gently every few minutes or so. It honestly never really hit you how domestic you were with him sometimes.
“Sae,” you said as you still could feel your brain slowly blanking out.
“What?” Sae asked without putting down his phone.
(He spared you a glance, but upon finding a dumb, flat look on your face, Sae decided to just wait for what sort of shit you would soon do. Judging by the unfocused gaze you still let linger on the screen, Sae knew this had something to do with him.)
“Uh,” you answered dumbly.
“What are we?” you wanted to ask. “Are you like this with everyone?” you wanted to ask too, but it was a very dumb question that would earn you a dirty look. “Are you secretly a cat boy?” you wanted to ask, though probably risking getting a silent treatment for a week was dumb.
“What’s for dinner?” was definitely not what you want to ask.
So, in the end, you said, “Isn’t it about time for dinner?”
You looked down and found Sae taking a moment to stop scrolling without putting down his phone. Clearly just finishing checking the clock displayed on the upper corner of his screen, Sae answered, “Five minutes.”
Most the times, you would reply with a whine saying you were hungry. Then, with a mean glare that never truly meant anything, Sae would follow.
This time, you merely hummed, “Sure.”
(Sae sent you a sharp look. You did not notice as you returned your attention back to your TV.)
ii.
Despite the cocky rich guy aura Itoshi Sae exudes, honestly he wasn’t a terrible roommate. Even you dare say that during the first weeks of sharing a roof with him, he would rather pretend you did not exist whenever he was home. He was not a messy guy and just a bit occasionally unreasonable.
Who were you kidding—he was unreasonable most of the time. Pretty hard headed, pretty prideful sometimes, and would not hesitate to scar you for life with his words. It was just after he started getting softer on you that discussion was possible in the first place.
(That discussion too was followed up with several unnecessary shopping sprees prompted by Sae. According to him, it was so his money would not rot off. Sae never told you it started up as a way to say ‘thanks for taking care of the chore and my stuff when I was gone that one time’ and somehow became a routine that sat snuggly in his schedule during off seasons.)
But, even as years and seasons passed, one rule persisted.
Never disturb Itoshi Sae’s nap time.
Sadly, that rule wasn’t exactly registered in your brain—as it just pulled a 21 hours work for a deadline.
That was why, the moment you entered the bedroom, you didn’t bother to check whose bedroom you entered as you threw your body to the bed. Not knowing, your action just jolted Sae awake.
“What the fuck?” Sae muttered, sounding more than a little pissed. He glared at you sharply with voice still heavy and hoarse. “The hell you are doing here?” he continued at you, who were burying your face on his pillows.
“Wha…?” you groggily turned your head towards him with much efforts. You couldn’t really muster the strength to do much, as you used what was left to plop on your stomach and stayed in a very awkward position with half of your feet out of the bed. But, it was Sae’s voice, so you tried.
When you saw him glaring at you, you tried not to groan and cry. Though, you supposed Sae caught that desire from your expression alone, as he said, “…did you just finished the deadline?”
“Uhum,” you answered, your cheek pressing itself to Sae’s pillow. Slowly, you could recognize his smell around you. It was comforting—perhaps after years of sharing a home, you had came to associate him with it. “Gim’me five minutes… just let me gather my shit together and I will be gone… soon,” you continued, drowsy. A part of you hoped Sae would be merciful enough to agree and kick you off his bed later, because you had no energy to get your phone and set a timer or to walk to your room.
(Sae watched as you slowly drift to your dreamland. Was it some years ago or someone else, he would have kicked you as hard as he could. Yet, it was you and a part of him wanted to flick you in the forehead or pulled your cheek or simply put the tips of his fingers on your heavy eyes.)
A few seconds passed and Sae finally let out a grumpy sigh. “Just sleep,” he said as you closed your eyes. You felt the bed shift as he threw his body back to bed. You chuckled silently and dreamt of him petting you in the head.
You woke up four hours later to a note saying Sae was off on an afternoon jog.
iii.
“Honestly,” you groaned, leaning against the shopping cart with an exaggerated pout that definitely annoyed Sae. “Why should I also eat healthily? You are the high profile athlete here. I’m just some lowly roommate.”
“Because we share a fridge, stupid,” Sae said while choosing between Lettuce A and Lettuce D. Lettuce C and B laid inside the cart, fresh and green, along with the things Sae had bought. You couldn’t understand what were the differences between them—but, hey, he was the more observant one between the two of you.
“Why don’t you buy another fridge then?” you asked, unironically starting to miss the days of instant food after living with him as afterwards it was filled with whatever his strict diet allow. When Sae didn’t even bother to grace you with even a disgusted look, you continued, “Or at least let me have some fries—”
Before you could finish, Sae threw both lettuces in his hands violently towards the cart. You winced for the lettuces’ sakes as you found him send you a look that was somehow angry and flat at the same time, “I’m not gonna let you eat fries and brag while I watch.”
“Even if I buy it with my own money?” you piped up with a small voice. Sae’s face somehow got even flatter and you gave up, “…fine.”
Sae hummed as he slightly pulled the cart towards his direction, indicating for you to push it and follow him. As the two of you walked, you could hear him continuing the previous unserious conversation, “You seriously need to learn to stop complaining about this.”
“This?” you prompted.
“Eating actual foods,” Sae answered. “Your life schedule would make some coaches cry by how messy it is. At least learn to eat properly.”
“Rude!” you protested. “I know my life is not as get together as yours, but it’s honest work, you know!”
“Work harder then,” Sae bluntly chided as he gave you a glance, his steps slowing down as the two of you reached the cashier.
You didn’t bother to check why he was stopping. Knowing him, he would buy you some low sugar candies as peace offerings for the previous argument. It was a habit that the both of you carried to give each other peace offerings after whatever disagreement, despite understanding on both side of how most of them were mere debates that exist to fill in the silence. You wouldn’t complain though—getting something or doing something for each other without a word was a nice thing in life anyway.
With that in mind, you let your mind wander to what sort of small thing you could do to Sae as your ‘peace offering’, not paying any attention to what he bought.
When Sae stepped beside you, you asked, “What did you get?”
Sae hummed, “Something to shut you up.”
You raised an eyebrow at that, “Huh?”
“Well,” Sae added an afterthought. “If I don’t read things wrong, that is.”
You didn’t really got it, nonetheless you still chuckled and gave him a light shove, “Sure, sure. As if the esteemed Itoshi Sae could be wrong.”
“Don’t start,” Sae responded dryly.
You merely smiled in silence and went back to your thoughts, waiting for the line.
(What Sae bought were 3 different flavors of condoms, but this is a story for another time. Though, of course, it ends well, as it had always been between Sae and you.)
#bllk#bllk imagines#blue lock#blue lock fluff#bllk x reader#bluelock x reader#bllk fluff#itoshi sae x reader#itoshi sae#itoshi sae fluff#sae x reader#sae itoshi#it's funny that i publish this and the other one on rin's bday#sorry rin but here u go a nii chan#and i love your nii chan too btw
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oo hello i'm a lurker first time caller lol, i love what i've seen of your writing, esp for orochimaru! i'm not sure if it's too late/ not really what you asked for, but would u be interested in writing menstruation smut (or fluff!) for orochimaru and also any akatsuki members? i'd die over oral w this too 😭
Heyyy bby🫶🏻I got you🤭
18+, menstruation, fem receiving oral, smut
I can just IMAGINE how messy they can get while eating you while. Like omg
Sorry this Is so short, I’m exhausted after this past week at work but I hope you love it nonetheless
-they always knew when you were ovulating, let alone being on your period. They could smell you from a mile away.
-speaking of smell, orochimaru loves your scent. Face buried in your cunt as their tongue fucks in and out of you. Blood and your arousal mixing together in an intoxicating way, causing them to grind into the mattress as they eat you out
-their nose bumping into your clit as orochimaru pushes their tongue deeper. Your hands intertwining in their hair, holding them steady as you buck your hips against their face. Your needy little cunt not getting of enough of your partners tongue
-“nmph, ‘m gonna cum” you whine out through pants, your legs tightening around your partners heads as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips twitching as you ride out your climax grinding against Orochimaru’s mouth
-they don’t let up on their pace, their tongue hitting all your sensitive spots, orochimaru pressing his nose harder against your puffy nub, helping you ride out your orgasm
-once you’ve settled down, despite your brain being all fuzzy from the intense release, you look down at your partner who’s looking up at you. Your blood and arousal smeared all over their lips and cheeks. That smug smile that you love so much plastered against their features
-“look at you, falling apart just because of my tongue. Can’t wait to see you come undone on my cock”
-just like Orochimaru, he knows when you’re on your cycle. Keeping track of it himself. Pounces on you the second he picks up on the difference in smell
-Adores the way your cute cunt looks when your blood is smeared all over your folds and inner thighs
-your silver haired lover has you held down against his mouth. Looking up at you through low eyelids as he flicks his tongue through your folds. His large calloused hands gripping your thighs firmly, holding you in place as you sit on his face
-hidan watches as you throw your head back, your small hands groping and massaging at your tits, pinching your sensitive and perky buds as his name falls from your lips in breathy moans
-his erection aches in his pants as he witnesses drool pooling from the corner of your mouth, dribbling down your chin as you’re being fucked silly, Hidan pushing his tongue into you
-“h-hidan baby, ‘m close” you whine out, your thighs burning where he has a hold on you. Hidan continues with his relentless pace, feeling your legs tense around him. Your partner pleasuring you through your high. Helping you onto your back on your shared bed
-“gonna need you to make a bigger mess f’ me doll, needa be painted in your blood”
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#akatsuki#akatsuki members#orochimaru#orochimaru stories#orochimaru smut#orochimaru headcanons#orochimaru x reader#hidan x you#hidan smut#hidan headcanon
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