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#im about to make what some might call: A Mistake
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astrxealis · 1 year
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okay i'll seriously stop now (just a maybe) anyways please get into milgram listen the songs watch the mvs and all! <3
but just to ramble a bit: fuuta really is. so similar to the viewers/es
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#⋯ ꒰ა milgram ໒꒱ *·˚#he's a twt user and kinda chronically online LMAOOO okay but to be serious. he doesn't really realize the#real world consequences of his actions until it's too late. and in the mv he so obviously shows regret and all#there's a scene where he's looking at his self from before doing the spraypaint again and tbh yeah dudes sadistic w that kinda thing#sadistic but in sort of a good way in a sense that he wants to deliver justice. but then things escalate too far as well#<- probably starts calling out people for the smallest things. not anymore about justice#or it still is about justice but even in the littlest of things... anyways yeah he likely starts it but then the others r the ones#who put more flame to the fire. i think he has problems w attention too so this kinda yk. makes him feel seen... or idk how to phrase it#bcs dude spends most of his time online right? the whole gaming thing might be an escape from reality in that he#likely doesn't have much friends if any at all (he also doesn't really get along w anyone in the prison. but i think he is a good person bc#he cares for haruka bcs hes younger). hmm. fuuta knows what's the deal with milgram#anyways yeah i think it is all just so interesting. he's definitely regretful and feels guilty and also... he's hinted at stuff#uhm. worrying. stuff. if yeah? idk how to phrase it but i think it is safest to really vote him innocent (also he deserves it imo)#he still needs to improve w some stuff but then again i dont think we should be Extremely Harsh#yk scruntinizing everything. voting him guilty again for a 'small' yk. not that what hes doing is negligible but i mean that he's#starting to improve (even if his... mental state is getting worse it seems) and it feels wrong and is exactly what he calls out#es/the viewers for if we vote him guilty for the smallest of mistakes/injustices even when he's yk. getting 'better'#sorry for terrible explanations here i hope it makes sense oml#i dont think fuuta meant anything bad fr. and then the drama audio w es like... agh wait im putting that aside for now bcs goddamn#i think there's smth to do w. Pressure. ofc. duh. LMFAO. maybe peer pressure to join in the cyberbullying#he likely didnt mean for it to escalate but maybe he started losing himself in it all w a sort of hero complex#ahhh trying to tie together stuff from the 1st trial and 2nd trial is complicated bcs the two have similar but different themes
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taintedcigs · 5 months
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˚     . ✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄
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vol 1; made to break your heart — king!steve harrington x fgirl!reader
summary: in which you see your ex making out with someone else leaving you with no choice but to fall right into the lap of his enemy, steve harrington. (wc: 5.2k+)
warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, or*l sx (receiving and giving oop), some good ol’ bj, drinking, drgs, weed basically, no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, LOTS OF PRAISES, they are both switches but idk if that counts??, nicknames! reader is kinda heartless basically a maneater, steve is an arrogant bastard, and hes got a big BIG di–heart. some lil’ eddie mention that u might miss if u blink!
authors note: i am kinda thinking a pt.2 of this IM open to all ideas, but i kinda am thinking of making it like a mini-series? and maybe introduce eddie in the second part, and then make part 3 steddie? mmmhmm? what do we think? my asks r open for all and any ideass anyways not proofread bc of my lazy ass. ignore any mistakes.
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read vol 2 here
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Booming music filled your ears, sweaty bodies swaying away from you but you couldn't care less.
Whispers from your back, collected gasps, and all you could do was watch. 
Fingertips clutched on your dress in fury, gaze unable to tear away from the scene playing out right in front of your eyes. 
Tina’s lips were locked onto Billy’s, you thought it was pretty soon to be swapping salivas considering it had been barely two days since he broke up with you. 
The red cup in your hand was almost smushed from the hardened impact of your fists, with a quick go, you downed it, ignoring Tommy and Carol’s cackles as they watched you. 
With a roll of your eyes, you were quick to turn away from them, ignoring your friends calling out for your name—you didn’t need this, you didn’t need to be pampered. You just needed a generous amount of drinks, and maybe someone to keep yourself busy with. 
Tina and her lame-ass party could go fuck themselves.
Billy was an asshole, no real surprise there. And you didn’t care, because the relationship had run its course, again. Tough shit. You were used to it. Another break up with him. 
You didn’t care about it, the only thing you cared about was him crossing the line, making out with another girl in front of everyone. 
Each break, the two of you fucked whoever you wanted to fuck, just to end up together again, drunkenly. But this time he made it everyone’s problem, and you couldn’t let him get away with that. 
The whispers, and the collective giggles every time you passed by were making your blood boil.
You couldn’t let that dipshit ruin your reputation, you weren’t going to pathetically pine over someone who could barely make you cum. And you weren’t going to let any of those gossiping assholes think otherwise. 
You stumble onto the porch with a string of curses leaving your pouty lips, quick to fish out a joint courtesy to that Munson kid, always providing you with the best weed, either free or cheap, depending on how much you adjusted your skirt or batted your lashes at him. 
Maybe, you should pay him a visit. For fucks sake, you’ve seen him play, and he could roll a joint blindfolded, he knew how to put those fingers to use.
You could just imagine the scorching look on Billy’s face, his velvety lips scrunched together, a sickening feeling sinking into his stomach, knowing that you fucked Eddie Munson, the guy he always went to get his weed from.
The idea of it brings a delicious smirk to your lips. But it wouldn’t be enough, no. You needed something more, something bigger. 
“Need a lighter, honey?” A coarse, smooth tone has your head cocking, the joint sitting on your lips rising with the impact. 
Steve fucking Harrington.
Falling right into your lap.
Billy would’ve flipped the fuck out if he knew. He always warned you about him, telling you that Harrington was off limits, no matter what. Well, until now. 
Your gaze locks with his, dangerous, filthy, and exactly where you want him. Before you can drag out the joint to answer him, he acts quicker, brushing his fingertips on your chin, almost tugging you closer to him, he licks his lips, wetting them with a chuckle.
With a gentle flicker of his lighter, the tip of the joint smolders, casting a warm glow to your face that accentuates the smirk curved on your lips. 
Your dress rides up your thighs when you straighten up, taking an inhale from the joint, you blow the smoke in his face without a care. He eyes each of your movements, the stupid grin sitting on his lips growing wider the more his eyes move up and down your body. You almost want to chuckle at how easy this is. 
But you also know Steve’s type, you have to make them chase you a little bit, give them a little thrill, before you finally give in. And you had already been doing that, for the longest time.
Always teasing him, but never giving in. Your hands always brushed past his bicep just enough to let him know you were interested, eyelashes always fluttered at him, teeth biting on your bottom lip as you checked him out. 
The little game had been fun, but you never plucked up the courage to fully give in to him, Billy would’ve lost his shit. Besides, you knew his type, and you didn’t want to be one of his other trophies. And you didn’t have to be, you just had to use him to get yourself off, and piss Billy off. The second you walked into a room with him, you knew the party would be buzzing with the gossip.
You had the perfect excuse, the perfect excuse to finally divulge your fantasies, all the cheerleaders always blabbered about him, calling him an ass, but an ass who knew how to properly use his fingers and that dangerous mouth.
Exactly what you fucking need.
You had been pent up enough for the months you were with Billy.
This would be a little reward. 
“All alone?” He was smug, he absolutely knew about the break-up and possibly saw Tina and Billy’s show, so he knew this was the perfect opportunity to have you in his palm. In a fucked up way, that made you want him more, the unspoken game grew more intense with that gaze of his, he had the same idea you did. The fucker was smooth. 
You nod curtly, not wanting to just fall into his lap. No matter how good he looked in those Levi’s jeans that cupped his ass perfectly. Why was he so fucking interesting to you? Arms all toned, face adorned with tiny moles, he almost seemed mystical. 
And oh god, his hair. That soft, perfectly layered chestnut brown locks, so effortlessly cool that you just wanted to run your hair through it, tugging at it the more his lips sucked on your clit.
God, the thought had your thighs pressing together uncomfortably. 
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone at a party,” he pouted mockingly. “Where’s that boy toy of yours?” He tutted, hand dangerously planted on your back, ghosting over your hips. 
That elicited a giggle out of you, “Didn’t you hear all the rumors, pretty boy?” You leaned further, hand extending to offer him a huff. His attention was somewhere else though, eyes widening the more he admired you in that dress, showing off your curves in all the right way, tits almost busting out of your chest.
God, he had been waiting for this moment, an opportunity to have you, the second he fucking met you. But Billy got to you first.  
“We broke up.” That brought his attention back to you, a smirk played on his lips when he leaned into your hand, lips wrapping around the tip of the joint, he sucked on it but his dark amber eyes remained on you. 
With an inhale, “Good.” He mumbled, “knew that dipshit couldn’t handle someone like you.” 
“You need someone better take care of you…” he hummed, nose dipping closer to your features, “someone who knows how to handle all of this.” His hands were placed on your waist, traveling all over your body. 
Your breath was quick to get caught in your throat, a whine leaving your lips with how forward he was being.
And shit, you understood the appeal, you always did, but this time, you were sure your hunger for him grew faster than you intended to. You were in his palm, and you were more than okay with it. 
“Yeah?” You teased with a giggle, head falling on his shoulder, brain getting fuzzier. 
“I can make you forget him.” He’s bold, and it has your thighs rubbing together.
“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name, or how to walk.” He’s so close to your ear, breath fanning against your breath as you almost shudder, but you play it off.
“You’re all talk, Harrington.” You licked your glossy lips, head slightly tilted to the side, teasing him just enough. 
“Oh, sweetheart, I know you’ve heard the rumors, and I know you want this as much as you do.” The cocky bastard licks his lips, and you want nothing more than to bite them.
“Oh, yeah?”
“The way you press your thighs together, that little whine you just did when I barely touched you… Tells me all I need to fuckin’ know.” He whispers, and you almost whine out when a sloppy kiss is planted on your neck, harsh and needy. 
“You’ll be screamin’ and beggin’ for me, angel.”
Your brows raise in interest. “That a promise?”
“Uh-huh.” He gives you a boyish grin.
“You’re on, King Steve.” 
It didn’t take the two of you long enough to find an empty bedroom, lips, and teeth clashing as soon as the door closed.
The wandering eyes of the party had followed you up until that point, so you knew as soon as the two of you left the room with your sexed-up looks, everyone would know.
And you would finally have a sweet release after months of Billy’s selfishness.
A win-win. 
You let his curious hands wander around your body, quick to almost rip off your dress, he wants to savor this moment, wants the image of your body engraved in his mind, stuck into the back of it just so he can fish it out whenever he can.
But he’s impatient, he’s waited for this. Wanted you longer than ever, and finally, you’re putty at his hands, ready to take whatever he’s going to give—or at least that’s what he thinks— And he’s feeling greedy. His mouth is pressed onto yours, sucking on your tongue before he lowers you down on the bed, you giggle softly when you sink into it, and Steve has never felt like this before, the hunger in his eyes ignites a spark of pleasure within you, quick to dampen your thighs with need. 
A shocked gasp escapes your lips once he unhooks your bra with his left hand. Oh, he’s good. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs before his mouth is latched onto your nipples. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” He groans into your chest, hand toying with your lace panties, shaky breaths escape his lips as he earns more whines from you. 
You look ethereal, with your mouth hung open, teeth biting on your glossed-up lips, head thrown back. Just like he knew you’d be. 
The more he circles around your panties the more you feel that pent-up desire burning inside of you, all those orgasmless months with Billy, and Steve was going to elicit more with just a flick of his fingers than you ever had through the entire relationship. 
Maybe that’s why he always called you a bitch. 
“Steve,” your whines come out pathetically as he looks up at you, layered hair already disheveled and that goddamn smirk sitting on his pretty lips. 
“Already beggin’, honey?” He mocks with a grin, tugging on your nipple, all teeth and no mercy. His tongue is making its way further down, soft, wet strokes tickle your body. 
“Fuck off,” You spit at him, barely, words dying down your throat when he’s quick to rip away your lacy panties. His light honey eyes are so much darker now, head thrown back when he visually drinks in your glistening pussy.  
You look so fucking perfect, thighs spread apart, him between them, mouth hung open and ready to take all of him. He makes a mental image of it, burning it to the back of his mind. 
“C’mon sweetheart, let King Steve know what you want, what you really need.” His voice is smooth and coarse, fingertips circling around your clit harder the more you whine for him.
“Do you need my fingers, baby? My mouth?” You moan at that, audibly. It has him chuckling darkly once he realizes how depraved you really are, one touch from him and you’re already soaking his fingers, whining like a pretty little slut. 
If he knew how much you’d be such a good girl for him, he would’ve done this much sooner. Would’ve ruined your pretty little pussy for anyone else, Billy would’ve had no chance over him. 
“Has that asshole not been makin’ you cum?” It was more of a rhetorical question, but the way you shook your head with a pout, had him melting. He really had you and didn’t know how to take good care of you? What a fucking loser.
“Holy fuckin’ shit… not even with his mouth?” His eyes widened, he really didn’t think Billy would be that bad, everything was working to his advantage. 
“He- uh- he never…” You stammered, getting uncharacteristically embarrassed because it was, truly embarrassing. All those months with him, and half the time you faked it. Selfish prick.
“Never? Oh, baby…” He coos with a dangerous smirk, lip all pouty and mocking, “No wonder you were so desperate for me. You really needed this, huh?” He almost gave a chuckle, caressing your pussy with his middle finger, getting you all ready. 
“Jerk-” You want to curse out his cockiness, tell him you don’t need him. Keep him grounded, but the whines he’s pulling out of you are enough to make him grin like a Cheshire cat. 
Your breath gets shakier when his finger easies into your walls. “Sshh, relax, baby.” He coos. 
“I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good, doll.” His fingers are slickly working their way in and out of you, filthy sounds mingling with your moans as his nose brushes over your clit, causing your hips to start rocking up to him. 
“Had this pretty little thing, and didn’t even know how to take care of it, hmm? What a waste,” He hummed sweetly, index finger thrusting in and out of your sloppy walls.
“If I had known you’d be this fuckin’ soaked, I would’ve done this much sooner,” he taunts, fingers curling inside of you, enjoying the way you gasp out and buck your hips for more. 
He dives in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your swollen lips, enjoying, fully tasting you. With a satisfied hum, he brings his eyes to meet yours, all fucked out, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, had this sweet pussy but never even tasted it… What a fuckin’ dumbass… I’ll give you what you deserve, baby…” 
He’s going to explode soon, if he doesn’t make you cum and then fuck you senseless. He can feel his balls draw up more and more, each time you whine, each time you plead for his name as a whisper. 
He flicks the tip meticulously, giving you attention everywhere and anywhere, just like he knew you’d like it. “You know, I usually would never do this on a first date,” He mocks, grinning all mouthy and you attempt to dive his mouth further into you, to shut his arrogant ass up, and that fucker resists, “But god, you’re an exception… just begging to be fucked, you deserve this honey, can’t be selfish with you.”
His licks are heavenly, sucking on your clit like a man possessed, and his name falls from your lips in such a filthy way that you don’t even care how pathetic you look anymore. You accept it, you let him take full control, trashing beneath him. 
“You like that, angel?” His words are muffled into your cunt, the pad of his thumb still circling around your entrance while he sucks on your clit. Your head sinks further into the softness of the bed, eyes squeezed shut, breaking apart with just his tongue. He moans into your soppy walls, sending a shock wave of pleasure to ripple through you. 
He doesn’t even need your words, the visual of you squirming underneath him is enough to have him all bricked up, you taste like the sweetest sin. Velvety walls so tight that it has him bucking his hips into the bed, desperate for some friction, he needs you. And he’s sure he never wanted someone this badly before. 
“So fuckin’ special, aren’t you? Such a desperate baby…” You can feel his bulge against your thigh, sitting prettily and throbbing against his boxers. You always heard how big he was, but fuck, you finally get to feel it, and it’s glorious. 
And he twitched in his boxers just from eating you out? God, he was fucking perfect.  
He dips his head just enough to muffle out a few more words, “I wanna taste you fully, angel. Want you to soak my tongue.” He dives in before you can reply, eliciting dirtier moans from you, alternating between his fingers and his tongue. 
He doesn’t care about anything else but you, he wants you panting for him, cumming all over his tongue while you scream his name. 
Your thighs start to shake once he pushes two fingers inside of you, gentle but rough enough to have you squirming and bucking your hips more into him, you’re at his mercy, and he loves how tight you are. Just the thought of your tight cunt milking his cock dry has his eyes rolling. 
“S-steve,” you breathe out roughly, enjoying how his tongue is licking up that sweet spot. “I know baby,” he taunts all cockily, admiring the way your thighs shake with need. You’re going to cum soon and that prick can feel it. 
“N-need to cum, please,” your pleading is unintentional, you just need a desperate release, and he’s so fucking good. 
“Cum for me, angel, be a good girl for me, yeah?” Your eyes squeeze shut at the praise, and he takes note of that, admiring the way you tighten around his tongue and fingers at the praise. 
His fingers are quick, making you scream out his name louder and louder. “That’s it pretty girl… cum for me.” Arrogant fuck, you wish to say, but the way he laps up your juices has you whining like a little slut. And his smirk grows wider, a wet patch forming on his boxers with how hard he’s straining them, pathetically needing to be inside of you. 
You tremble, trash, squirm beneath him, his touches and stripes of licks finally enough to have your stomach twisting, with final screams of “Steve!” and “F-fuck!” the coil inside of you snaps, orgasm overtaking you with such force that your eyes are glued shut.
A gush of sweetness trickles along Steve’s tastebuds, you taste so fucking good that it drives him even crazier, lapping up at your juices and not stopping until he’s sure you’ve collapsed under him. 
He’s grinning like crazy, lips all glossy with your juices, and he looks so fucking pretty like this. It makes you want to return the favor. 
So badly. And the need to know if the title Big Daddy Steve really suits him or not stirs your stomach, your core pooling with need. If it’s true, your mouth waters with the desire to have him, he looks delicious, and you know he’ll look much more yummy while he’s fucking your mouth, pretty praises leaving his pale rosy lips. 
The avoidant part of you screams at you to not do this, but your core is begging for more. 
Maybe, just maybe, you could return the favor but still toy with him, take control, and mess with his mind. 
Enough to have him begging, pleading for more from you. 
As if he can hear your dilemma, he drags you back in, wrapping his fist around your hair as he pulls you toward him and draws your bottom lip into his mouth, all teeth, sucking with an exaggerated hum, “Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?” He mutters against your ear, licking a stripe of your neck. 
Jesus, fuck. Now, you had to return the favor. 
“Tastes so sweet,” you giggle, you are going to suck him off, but you are going to lead the way now. A smirk gleams on your lips. Teasingly, your hands trace the edge of his boxers, enough to earn a rude whine from him as you squeeze him through the harsh fabric. 
You’re quick to yank his shirt off of him without a warning, and he’s quick to flaunt his well-muscled, heaving chest. 
Asshole. 
With a strong flip, you manage to straddle him, taking him by surprise while you grin at him, and to say Steve is intrigued would be an understatement, his cock twitches at your brow raise. “What are you doing, baby?” He still manages to be so cool that your thighs ache. 
“Returning the favor,” you shrug with a smirk, eliciting low grumbles from him when you lower yourself on his chest, leaving sloppy kisses, mouth tracing a trail that leads to his delicious v-line. 
You lift the elastic away from his waist, freeing his throbbing tip, the red tip slaps against his abdomen, and your brows pinch together in astonishment admiring it. 
Jesus fucking Christ, he was not all talk. 
King Steve, indeed.
You had to hand it down to those gossipy cheerleaders, they had described him to a t, perfect girth, slightly bent to the left, and big, really fucking big, you probably needed to use your hands along with your glossed lips to take all of him in. 
He chuckled at your expression, basking in the glory of your widened eyes, “Like what you see, angel?” Another taunt, but you ignore it with a smirk this time. Pooling saliva in your mouth, you spit on the angry tip, Steve hisses at the impact and watches with a low grumble once you wrap your palm around his shaft. 
He reveled in how perfectly your soft manicured fingers looked around his delicate bubblegum pink tip, attending to his every need.
Your warm fingers are working their way around his cock, coating his length with your spit as you tugged at it gently, causing his eyes to nearly roll back in his head.
He tries his best to swallow his groans, but his hips desperately jerk up at your hand, desperately fucking it, rendering you speechless.
“You like that, baby?” Your tone was teasing, and if he didn’t feel like he was about to explode he would’ve gripped your hair and fucked your mouth with such roughness that all that you would be thinking about would be his huge cock, punishing you for being such a tease, but he was the one wrapped around your finger now, literally.  
“S’big, Stevie,” you coyly batted your lashes at him, and a shuddered breath left your parted lips as you looked up at him between his thighs. 
He almost wept at the sight, shit shit shit, you were all of his dreams wrapped into one, and he could barely speak. Your palm easily glided down his length, saliva working as a lubricant as you teased him further. 
Your other palm was quick to cup his balls, massaging them and giving them a gentle tug, while your other hand still glided down his length, enjoying the way he struggled not to let out loud groans in your hold.
Without any other word, your head tilted down, quick to mouth the tip of his intense tip, it was almost hot to touch, waiting to be attended to, so needy. Just like him.
You swipe his tip, collecting his pearl of pre-cum gently. “Jesus f-fuck!” Pathetic coarse whines leave his parted lips, he lets you take control, eyes clenched tightly. 
You give his tip more kitten licks, trying to get your throat ready for his lengthy cock. “Just like that, honey,” He praises with his head thrown back, he avoids looking into your eyes, knowing that the fucked out look on your face as your pouty lips wrapped around his cock would be enough to have him spill down your throat in seconds.
And it would be a bit embarrassing for Steve, to lose his reputation to you in a matter of seconds.
“More…” He demands, but you ignore it while you continue your teasing sweet flicks on his tip, feeling him twitch around your tongue.  “Pretty girl,” He whines and jolts his pelvis for more, desperate and needy. Just where you want him.
“Mhmm?” You whine with your mouth full, it sends a rush of pleasure through him, “Suck it, baby,” he whines again, this time pained with need. Your greedy eyes smile up at him and he’s sure you have done something to him.
Because he never wanted to cum this bad before. He wants to wipe that smirk off your face while you gag on his cum, struggling to swallow all of it as it spills down your cheeks, glistening your breasts, ruining that gloss forever, and instead, you walk around with his semen all over your face and lips.
It pulls a twisted groan out of him, you make him feel so perverted and he can’t fucking help himself. You finally accept his pleas, and with one glorious tug, you finally wrap your lips around his cock, fully, getting teary-eyed each time you try to take more of his flesh.
Steve can’t help himself, his head is dipped down, and he immediately feels his balls ache at the visual of you, crystal tears staining your cheeks, and even then, that lewd look did not leave your eyes.
“F-fucking slut, just like that,” His groans are uncontrollable, hips bucking further into your mouth. You don’t let him yank you by your hair, just yet. You let your mouth adjust to him, sucking him deep and tight. 
“Such a good girl, suckin’ my cock with all she has, mmpf.” His praise has your core clenching, damn him. 
He admires your pouty lips fully wrapped around his flesh, sucking and hollowing your cheeks as you wail for him, “Shit, shit, baby, l-look so pretty with my cock down your throat, mmhmm…” He coos, words incoherent.
“Will look even prettier with my cum shooting down that throat, isn’t that right, angel?” You hummed in agreement, looking up at him with your dark, hooded gaze, an unintentional grin playing on your lips.
He mumbled a string of curses, praising you, worshipping you. You continued your stroke on his base harshly, working the head with your tongue, a new angle that had him go absolutely insane. 
“Mmmhmm, need your cum, Stevie.” You mumbled, momentarily letting your hand do all the work before you dove back in, taking his stiff cock deep in your throat, he had been struggling before, but your words were his last straw.
Because it was exactly what he fucking wanted, owning your mouth, and fucking it with ease. 
His palm turned into a fist the second he held your hair, yanking it down as he pushed you further down on his cock, enjoying the way it hit the back of your throat, you gagged around it, all teary and Steve’s head fell back in pure ecstasy. “Y-yes, yes, fuck!” 
“Gonna cum, baby, mmmpf, god-” He panted, his cock twitching more and more you sucked on him.
“Gonna fuckin’ s-shit-” He shuddered, thighs shaking while your throat continued to squeeze the tip of his cock, and once you gave his balls some more attention, he knew he was a goner. 
“Fuckin’ give i-it to you,” He barely let out when his eyes glued shut together, almost rolling to the back of his head when you gagged around his cock, with a glorious groan of “Fuuuuuck!” Steve came in your mouth, hips still bucking into your throat as a spurt of his warm load spilled down your throat, coating it nicely. 
You only let go of his softened cock with a ‘pop!’ sound once you made sure you sucked him dry, swallowing all of it while Steve watched you with such a dazzled look that it almost made you want to do more with him. But, no. This had been enough.
You enjoyed his salty taste in your mouth and the way his fingers and mouth worked inside of you. And that was enough for you. For now.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He grumbled a chuckle that had you grinning and winking at him. God, men really were easy. One blowjob and Steve was already looking at you like you were the most precious thing in his life. 
You had to go easy on him, tell him that you weren’t going to let him fuck you.
Because you got what you wanted, an orgasm, and the reputation of fucking “King Steve”, everyone would be gossiping about the two of you by now, it was a matter of time before that douchebag found out.
He tried to pull you in for a kiss, but you were quick to dodge it, getting up from the softness of the bed with a groan while Steve curiously eyed you. 
His brows were quick to pinch together, watching the way you easily slipped your tight dress on your body while you admired yourself in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together to fix your gloss, fingertips cleaning over the smeared mascara running down your cheeks.
“W-what are you doing?” He inquired, his face quick to fall down. 
You shrugged nonchalantly, “I want to go dance,” brows then raised in excitement “Ooohh! Maybe I could get some more weed, have you seen Munson around?” You questioned, that lustful look still dancing in your eyes.
“Uhhh…” he stammered, still confused on what the fuck just happened. “Y-yeah I think-”
“Thank fuckin’ god!” You hummed with a giggle, rushing over to his side, sloppily planting a kiss on his cheek, all shiny and smeared with his juices.
You were halfway through the door when Steve’s protests stopped you. “Wait, wait, wait!” He straightened up, softened cock and all, his glistening chest was begging to be touched, but as you decided, not today.
“What the fuck? I thought-”
“What?” You asked cluelessly, brows raised. 
“We were just getting started, angel,” He tried, but his voice wasn’t as arrogant or confident as it was before, and it took you so much to not let your lips twitch into a smirk. 
One orgasm and he was already broken? Steve was fun to play with it.  
Your giggle at him would’ve felt mocking if you didn’t do it so prettily, Steve just watched in awe. 
The poor boy. 
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, would you?” You tilted your head with a pout. Oh, you were good, he had to give you that.
Because once he literally got a taste of you, he wasn’t going to stop. 
His lips kissed his teeth, it was surely hypocritical of him to think this was unfair since that’s what he always did to other girls. 
“But–”
“See you around, pretty boy,” you cooed, throwing a wink toward his way, and shutting the door with that. Leaving Steve all alone. 
He had never felt this way before. The way his cock twitched just the thought of you again had his mind flooding, you used him, gave him the best fucking head of his life, and then left. 
Maybe this game would’ve pissed him off if someone else did it to him, if it was any other girl he would’ve lost interest, thinking she was trying too fucking hard, but it was you.
And all it did was drive Steve crazier, and make the chase all the more fun, and Steve was nothing, if not persuasive. 
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#heeeeey#thinkin about tragedy again (as im one to)#and i think… tragedy is about what the deceased believe in their heart when they end#im thinking about it mostly with taz as my frame of referance because of that one post#but i can carry this logic out to some of my other favorite tragedies#like my favorite tragedies are hopeful tragedies. tragedies that some might call cautionary tales but only by people qho didnt live it#hadestown. the magnus archives. taz amnesty.#in that order and re: what the deceased believed when they ended:#eurydice dying a second time now uttered no complaint against her husband. for what could she complain about but that she had been loved?#whatever happens…. we’ll be somewhere else. together? together.#you look up… and you hear the wind… and you see the stars… and they’re beautiful…..#so these are the hopeful tragedies that i so adore. beautiful and full of love.#but re: re: the post that made me make THIS post….#the tragedies that i love but find to be the truest rawest kind of tragedy are the stories like johan’s (taz b)#where someone lives a not insignificant part of their life with the fears that we all possess#and in their final moments their last fleeting seconds are not spent in love with the beauty of the life you have lived- however short#but rather your literal last moments of existance are claimed by fear.#that your mistake was fatal. that your life… your work amounted to nothing.#that no matter how many lives you have touched… that no one will remember you in death#for what can we do for those doomed souls? we tell their stories. we work so that their tragic end was the last of it’s kind#we tell ourselves that they know their death was not in vain#but for the cynical among us… we know that the only thing we know is that they died believing all their worst fears were truths#i try not to remain a cynic. i turn away as often as i can#i believe physically in souls. in the spark of life that we share with every person we touch#but i aslo don’t believe in afterlife. i believe in The End#if you know what i mean…………….
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bro code. pt3.
part 1. part 2.
carlos sainz jr x reader.
fc: bruna marquezine.
note: sorry for the mistakes this might have, english isn’t my first language and this is the longest fic i’ve ever written :) btw this will be the last part.
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carlossainz55: happy birthday to the person who owns my heart. you helped me experience true love, and for that i’ll forever be grateful. your heart is pure and you always want the best for people, i love every little detail about you, like the way you always count to three before jumping into the pool because you were afraid of it when you were younger, or the way you always kiss my forehead before every race because you say it’s my lucky charm. you are my lucky charm, mi cielito. i love you so much y/n, thank you for giving me the chance to show you how you deserved to be loved.
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y/n: how dare you making me cry on my birthday carlos sainz :( i love you more <3
carlossainz55: @.y/n not possible, i’m bigger than you so i can hold more love for you.
fan1: I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES
fan2: WHEN IS IT MY DAMN TURN
fan3: god it’s me again…
fan4: im going to kms in front of them to change the trajectory of their lives istg
fan5: GOOOOOOSH CARLOS IS ABISDODLLD
landonorris: damn sainz, even i am tearing up
fan6: just get married already
fan7: after n*ymar, y/n deserved a man like that
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neymarjr: my heart is empty without you, you’ve blocked me so i can’t wish you a happy birthday privately but please y/n come back to me. you succeeded, that stunt you pulled with that random driver hurt me, you can stop now. i know that you miss me and want to comeback so please y/n be reasonable. i made a huge mistake and i’ll never forgive myself for what i did to us.
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your day went terribly, it was your birthday and you were excited for it but your day was completely ruined with neymar’s post. because of course, you saw it the second he posted it. your agent called you, panicked and told you to avoid social media, but it was too late. you were home when you saw it and had a huge panic attack. you didn’t tell carlos and you prayed that he didn’t see the post which was very unlikely since neymar mentioned him. you were more mad at the fact that he disrespected carlos because he didn’t deserve it. even if your relationship was fake to the world, carlos was nothing but a sweetheart to you. you even hoped that the moments you shared with him were true.
carlos texted you to come at his house to have a small party with some friends but you almost had a heart attack when you entered the house and saw all those people screaming "happy birthday!" filming you to have your reaction. carlos had a very different definition of « small party ». you saw him walk towards you with a huge smile, he was breathtaking, wearing nude pants and a blue shirt, letting the top buttons open, showing a bit of his torso. you were completely mesmerised by him, that was the effect carlos had on you.
"surprise cielito." he said after kissing your cheek, he wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you a hug. you melted in his touch and smiled at him. "you didn’t need to do all that, carlos." you said. "nonsense, it’s your birthday after all." you smiled at him and kissed his cheek before some friends of yours came to greet you and wish you a happy birthday. carlos’ purpose was to make your birthday special, especially with what happened earlier with your ex. he knew how this whole situation affected you deeply, even if you tried to hide it from him, carlos saw right through you. he could tell if you were upset just by looking at your face.
"umm, carlos?" lando’s voice took him out of his thoughts, he looked at his friend but frowned when he saw the look on his face. "look who showed up." lando whispered as if the whole room didn’t see who came uninvited. you gotta be kidding me. carlos turned around to see where you were and his heart tightened when he saw the look on your face, pure sadness. anger took over him immediately, that son of a bitch made you sad on your special day. carlos wasn’t going to let that slide. the spaniard quickly made his way to neymar who was asking people about where you were. the driver roughly turned the brazilian around so he could face him. neymar was about to say something to the person who just interrupted him but he only rolled his eyes when he saw carlos.
"what do you want sainz? where is my girl?" he asked, looking over carlos’ shoulder. neymar looked very drunk. carlos could feel anger buildup inside of him. how dare he? "you’re in my house so, i’ll ask you once and once only, leave before i make you leave." carlos said through gritted teeth. neymar scoffed before taking a step closer to the spaniard, being almost forehead against forehead. "are you threatening me, hijo da puta?" carlos was about to respond when charles and lando quickly appeared to separate the two of them. "okay, it’s enough now boys." charles said trying to lighten the mood. "move! i’m not done with him!" neymar pushed charles away which made carlos even more mad. "listen here, little boy. first you steal my woman and then you disrespect me in front of all these people. you think i’ll let that slide, coño?" the brazilian added while pushing carlos with his finger. at this point there was nothing charles or lando could do to stop them. "let me clarify one thing, junior, she was never yours to begin with. and trust that now that she has tasted true love, she’s never leaving." carlos said with a smile, which made neymar go crazy. the footballer grabbed carlos’ collar. "you made her cry for weeks, you destroyed her completely, and now you dare to show your face and claiming her as your woman? how dare you call yourself a man and make the woman you’re supposed to love and cherish, cry?" the spaniard said before getting closer to neymar’s ear. "if you dare to even whisper her name in your sleep, i’ll come for you, neymar da silva santos junior."
neymar finally let go of carlos before leaving quickly. the driver was now concerned about where you were hiding. as he was looking at the crowd of people, who were still talking about what just happened, lando approached his friend. "she’s with luisa and charlotte, they’re on the balcony." carlos nodded before patting his friend’s shoulder as a thank you. he quickly made it to his balcony where the girls were talking, luisa noticed him and patted charlotte’s shoulder to tell her that they needed to go. carlos sent them a thankful smile before walking towards you. your back was facing him and you were too lost in your thoughts to even notice his presence. he gently hugged you from behind which made you jump before you recognised his fragrance. "carlos." you simply said. "yes, cielito, are you okay?" he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. you sighed before looking up at the moon, shining on the both of you. "i guess? is he gone?" you asked with a small voice, feeling the tears threatening to fall again. "yes, for real this time." you frowned before turning around to face carlos.
you were still extremely close as his hands were on your waist and your hands on his chest. he looked ethereal under the moonlight. "carlos, what am i to you?" you finally asked the question you were scared to even ask yourself. carlos smiled before moving his face closer to you. "you’re the love of my life." and then he kissed your lips. he kissed you like you’ve always dreamed to be kissed. with love, respect and passion. carlos was the first one to break the kiss, he looked at you and replaced a wild strand of hair behind your ear. "none of this was fake to me, every word, every attention, everything was real to me."
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y/n: thank you everyone for all the birthdays wishes! and thanks to my amazing boyfriend for throwing this party for me. i love you to the moon and back, handsome and i thank god everyday for giving me the chance to be your girlfriend.
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୨ MY LITTLE SISTER ୧ matt
summary: you had some plans with your boyfriend matt for the weekend, but something unexpected happens, and you have to babysit your little sister.
notes: this is my second time ever writing a fanfic (go read my first one) and english isn't my first language, it's probably not very detailed and there might be some mistakes, but I hope you enjoy it! all ears to feedbacks, l'd love to know what you think!
warnings: cussing, fluff
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I sigh “And why can’t you take her with you?” I say taking my eyes out of the screen and looking at my mom.
“How long will it take for you to understand that your dad is on a business trip and i’m going on one as well?” She answers walking from a side to another, packing some of her things. “I can’t take her with me, even if I wanted to.”
"But mom-" I start, only to be cut off.
"No buts, Y/n.” She interrupts, her tone firm. “I’m being serious." She looks straight into my eyes "It's what I'm telling you, you'll have to stay with your sister. I won't be paying for a babysitter while you're here with your ass in the couch. You are almost 18, you can very well take care of her, it’s only for the weekend.”
“But I told you I have plans with Matt!” I exclaim, leaning my head back on the headrest of the couch in annoyance.
My mom is about to reply when we hear the sound of my 3 year old little sister's footsteps coming from her room, followed by her little giggles.
We automatically get silent about this topic. I take a deep breath, reminding myself she's not the problem, she's just a child caught up in our adult issues. Bella is not the problem.
Don't get me wrong, I do love my sister, but it's a bit overwhelming to adjust having a sibling after being the only child for years. And with my mom's age, it's unexpected, to say the least.
SKIP TIME
Today is the day that my mom is going to her ‘super important business trip’, and also the day Im supposed to have a date with Matt.
After my mother left at 7am, Bella and I found ourselves up earlier than usual. We already had breakfast, so now, we don’t really have anything to do. We go to the living room, watch some TV.
Bella sits on the couch next to me and chooses the channel. After some good ten minutes, I look at my right to check on her, and she’s completely asleep, what makes me smile.
Until I realize that I didn’t canceled my dinner with Matt.
Shit, I completely forgot to talk with Matt! Fuck!
I get up and I go over to my bedroom, getting my phone and calling him. He takes some seconds to answer the call.
“Babe? Sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, hoping the answer would be ‘no’.
“No, No, No..” He says with his husky morning voice, he definitely just woke up. “But why are you calling this early? Is something wrong?” I could feel myself getting fucking soaked as he talks, sorry, but his voice in the morning? I can’t take it.
I take a deep breath, trying to think straight. "Um, yeah.. Actually, my mom went out for the weekend, and I have to babysit my sister.. I don't know if I'll be able to make it to the dinner we had planned tonight”
“Oh” A simple response, What does that even mean? He probably hates me now.
"I know you already made the reservation, and I was super excited, I swear," I start saying nothing with nothing, feeling guilty for ruining our plans. "But then my mom told me she had this thing and..."
Before I could finish apologizing, Matt cuts me, understanding. "No babe, that's fine. Don't worry. Maybe we can do something else? With your sister? I have stuff to do all day, but I’m free at night, maybe we can have a sleepover or something?”
I sigh in relief “Yeah sure, that sounds great, I will talk about It with Bella”
“Alright call me later sweetheart, love you, bye” He ends the call and I go back to the living room, getting back on my place.
Bella is still peaceful sleeping on the couch. Not wanting to disturb her, I cover her with a blanket, but my actions unfortunately wake her up, blinking her sleepy eyes open. A small yawn escapes her lips, and she looks at me with a drowsy smile.
"Hey, sleepyhead" I whisper, gently brushing a piece of hair from her face. "Did you have a nice nap?" Bella nods, rubbing her eyes with tiny hands. "Mhm" she murmurs, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
I think about a way to tell her that Matt is coming over before she could fall back asleep “So.. do you remember my boyfriend, Matt?" Bella blinks, her sleepy expression turning curious. "Mm-hmm" she mumbles again, nodding slowly.
“What if.. He came over to a super fun sleepover with us today?” I say trying to sound extra excited to convince her.
Bella's eyes light up with excitement at the mention of a sleepover. "Yeah!" She exclaims, her drowsiness quickly dissipating. "Matt is funny!" Her sentence makes me chuckle “Oh he is?” She nods giggling, It doesn't even look like she just woke up.
The rest of the day, she doesn’t stop talking about Matt.
“Then- Then will Matt play games with me?”
“And can we watch frozen? I think Matt will like it”
Over and over, she’s more excited than me. But I mean, I can’t blame her, It’s Matt over all.
Around 8pm, Matt rings on the doorbell. I go over to the front door, Bella follows me, getting behind my left leg. I open the door and I see my boyfriend with two bouquets of flowers, a big one, and a small one.
“Hey love” He leans for a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, then he hands me the bouquet “This is for you”
A smile appears across my face, I chuckle “Thank you so much.. You really didn’t had to” I say looking at my favorite flowers.
“No that’s fine, don’t worry” Matt returns the smile, his eyes lighting up as he sees Bella peeking out shyly from behind me. "Hey, Bella" he says warmly, crouching down to her level. "I also brought these for you, little princess" he says, offering her the smaller bouquet with a gentle smile.
Bella looks at me, seeing Bella's hesitation, I give her a soft nod, silently urging her to accept the flowers from Matt. With a shy smile, Bella reaches out and takes the bouquet from him, still with one hand around my leg.
“What do we say Bella?” I place my hand on the top of her head, caressing her hair.
“Thank you Matt” She says still shy.
"You're welcome, Belly" He responds getting up, his voice gentle and kind.
Some hours after playing some board games and talking, Bella decided to go get her toys.
She returns carrying a bunch of dolls and stuffed animals, then she settles onto the carpet in front of us and places everything there. “Matt come play with me!” She says excited with some barbie’s in her small hands.
He gets up from the couch, and sits down next to Bella on the floor “Alright so what doll am I?” Bella looks around “Hmmm..” She grabs a really bad looking doll, marker-covered, and hands it to Matt. I automatically start laughing uncontrollably, Matt matches the energy.
I am just watching as they play, Bella makes Matt use a girly voice, what just makes everything ten times better for my entertainment.
After Bella got tired of playing with her toys, she made us watch frozen, it’s her favorite movie, this is probably her fifth time watching it. I sit on the left side of the couch, Matt on the middle and my sister next to him. Some 30 minutes after the movie started, Bella is already with her head on Matt’s lap, sleeping like a little angel, as Matt gently strokes her hair and she snuggles closer to him.
His eyes meet mine, seeing me watching him, he smiles “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” With a soft smile, I rest my head on Matt's shoulder “You just look so cute taking care of kids” He chuckles and leaves a kiss on the top of my head.
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this actually sucked, i’m so bad at doing cute scenes, this def wasn’t what I had in mind lol, maybe i will delete it later.
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todorokies · 8 months
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jjk characters as male thot jobs
including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami
contents: sfw but very suggestive, jjk men acting like sluts, gn!reader but there is a fem term used once
a/n: you might not consider some of these as “thot jobs” but im here to hypnotize you ouuuuhhh *wiggles fingers around* .. this is so silly but i had a blast writing this one
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☆ . . . since gojo’s brain is hardwired to find teasing others amusing and quite the pass time i could see him as a dentist. you go to your local clinic for a annual deep cleaning and this man purposely goes out of his way to make things seem inherently sensual but still manages to do his job professionally. he’ll coo and praise you for following the most regular orders “now open real nice and wide for me … that’s righttt, good girl.” and “bite down on this … mhm yes just like that, you’re doing a great job.”
he’d definitely be like the annoying ones who still try to have a conversation while knuckles-deep prodding in your mouth. “i can tell you haven’t been flossing as much as you should be, what’s up with that?” and all you can do is narrow your eyes at him. he always caress your jaw and cheek too even through the latex gloves his touches are so intimate and gentle at the end of your appointment you’ll be genuinely considering if you should fuck your dentist or not.
☆ . . . i had multiple options for geto but firmly decided on a ceramic artist. i can envision him owning a modern yet whimsical pottery studio —he wanted the modern look but nanako and mimiko insist on the whimsical interior.— he offers free beginner classes twice a month. omgg the way his hands knead at the clay and skillfully sculpts on the wheel with his fingers meticulously bending, making his veins more prominent while delicately morphing the creation into a vase. he annunciates his instructions with melodic calmness but still has authority present in his tone i swearrr his voice is like honey.
you catch his eye in one of his classes and offers extended hours free of charge to help you “better your form.” he sits behind you, cradling your forearms directing your movements but still making room for you to assist your own creation. his warm minted breath tickles the back of your neck causing goosebumps “make sure to sit close to the wheel and anchor your elbows tightly against your body…” the sultry in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed with him slightly moving to your ear next “don’t be afraid to make mistakes it’s all about trial and error darling.”
☆ . . . like the unemployed bum toji is, he seems like the type of man to pride himself as a ‘jack of all trades.’ which is why i see him in the freelancer field of work, specifically, a personal shopper. he has an app on his phone where he can either accept or deny requests. he’s quite picky with commissions when money isn’t running low, but don’t get him wrong, he’s willing to go the extra mile to please his clients. always prefers phone calls over text when discussing farther details knowing his gruff voice will have the recipient weak in the knees. he isn’t shameful to treat his full time employment as a part time hookup arrangement…if he’s lucky enough that is.
“here’s your stuff pretty.” the quite taller and muscular man at your porch hands over a brown bag containing your groceries. you don’t miss the way his hands graze yours in the exchange, his sharp eyes examine you like you’re his prey; awaiting for your next move in a game you involuntarily started playing. words of gratitude try to slither past your lips but ultimately couldn’t —you’ve officially peaked his interest— “hey, why don’t i help you unload your items?” at that you nodded making way for the sleazy man to enter your home and eventually your bedroom as well.
☆ . . . what differentiates nanami from the rest is that he’s unaware of how insanely attractive his profession as a baker is. he truly doesn’t understand the appeal of a man in an apron kneading dough and decorating pink frilly cupcakes. he co-owns a bakery with haibara !! they even enrolled in culinary school together. the interior is quite morden with wisteria and other succulent plants hanging from the ceiling; most of the time he’s clueless to very clear advances from others or kindly shut them down saying how he’s “not looking for anything serious” which is a lie he himself started to believe.
but on a faithful sunday autumn morning you stroll in just salivating at the thought of warm dewy chocolate filled croissants, fresh from the oven, when you see him; clad in a bulky knitted cream sweater tying a black apron around his slim waist whilst his becipes bulged slightly through the thick material of the sweater. “good morning, what can i get for you today?” one thing lead to another making you leave with not only a croissant but the blond man’s phone number —due thanks to his cheeky younger coworker, yuji, who wrote the number on your receipt including a note that read: ‘he’s soooo into you :)’—
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With all these M!reader courting (and practically rizzing up everyone) in their own hybrid way, imagine poor Ghost, he's like toothless, doesn't know how tf to court someone of say, even his own species because he was once human
And with that rant about all the absurd ways of courting, what would he call as his own?
Would he give gifts like Gaz and Price? A piece to remember them by?
I doubt he'd be the physical type like cuddly ol soap who loves to scent,
He's practically a shadow (literally and figuratively) and I feel like the best he can do is stare and slowly blink like a cat (and let's be honest most of the time we don't see his eye) so he might even just act like a stalker and watch from afar, not much of a scent even on him if he's near, even when in the midst of battle
So what can he do then? I feel like going to Price is his best bet and when he tries to scent something like Soap it smells like nothing
I feel like he'd beat himself up on it
(Also fucking love your courting works, I've been eating that shit up its become a hyperfixation)
- ☕️ Anon
I reckon that staring would be less of a wraith thing and more of a Simon thing. Because like, wraiths don't reproduce, they're made not born. So poor Simon just has to try to use the knowledge he had before he died.
CW:NSFW subbot ghost, topdom reader, rough and quick
He likes you.
Just like he's a Riley, just like the sky is blue, his affection for you is one of the few truths of the world he doesn't question. Only problem — he doesn't know how to tell you. You're not human and neither is he, not anymore, but he's woefully unprepared when it comes to you, doesn't know if he's supposed to go about it as a wraith or as a man.
He tries; Simon's phone is full of open tabs containing every piece of information about your species, trying to find grains of truth in the contradicting mess of words. He's memorized how you like your morning coffee down to the last flake of sugar, watching your face carefully when you trudge to the communal kitchen to find your mug steaming and everything laid out near it. He knows your schedule inside out, always a few minutes earlier in the gym when you come in, offering to spot you, his dark eyes roaming over your sweat covered skin. His gaze is always flickering to you, regardless of what you're doing or where you are — watching, guarding, making sure the world doesn't take away that spark like it did with Simon Riley.
But you fail to notice it, him. Or maybe you do but don't care. Don't see him as anything but your teammate, like you should, like he should. God, what is he even doing trying to fucking woo you like some lovestruck Victorian gent. . .
Simon feels like banging his head against the wall.
Maybe then something in his imperceptibly rotten skull will come loose, tumble around in what's left of his brain like a snowball rolling down a hill to form an avalanche, or at least a vestige of a good thought; an idea, something he could use to get out of this rut.
He doesn't go to Price for advice. The old dragon finds him, knows him long enough to figure out when Simon's up to his throat in shite. Price sits down next to him as they watch you and Gaz spar, "Alright, spit it out." Price hums as he lights his cigar.
Simon's lips form a thin line beneath his mask, his fingers gripping the meat of his arm to keep his form stable. His eyes don't stray from you, cataloging every trail of sweat as it rolls down your skin, watching your muscles flex beneath your skin as you throw a punch, making a mental note to show you the mistakes you make in private and—
His shoulders fall, "'m fucked." The words escape him like he'd been punched in the gut.
Price gives him the side eye, looking him up and down. "Doesn't look like you enjoyed it."
"Hah." Simon says in a dry tone. "Always a comedian captain."
Price chuckles, wing spreading out to bump against his shoulder. "Jokes aside," he lets out a small puff of smoke, "You could just tell 'im."
Simon's eyes narrow, "What, not going to suggest I go find some obscure shite ta gift him?" If he could find some concrete information about your species courting habits he would have done so by now, would have happily torn up Heaven and Hell looking for whatever would make you look at him the same way Price looks at Kyle.
"No," Price rolls his eyes, standing up and stretching. "Just go talk to 'im you bloody muppet, going to creep him out if you keep staring like that." He nods his head towards you.
Simon's head is a dark sea of thoughts as he spars with you, tries to make it seem like nothing's wrong but you catch on quick; he's distracted, falling for moves he'd once chastised you for pulling, the edges of his form crackling like the static of a tv, shadowy smoke rising from his blackened arms as he throws a punch that goes wide.
He grunts as you knock him to the ground, your hands on his shoulders to pin him down. "You alright?" You ask, your brows furrowed. "You're not fighting like you usually do."
You can barely see his dark eyes narrow, his body still beneath yours. "I'm fine." He growls out, tries to ignore how the warmth of your body against his makes him feel, nibbling on his nerves like a craving for a drug he can't have.
"Uhuh," You hum, a little confused why he's letting you pin him down so long. "Come on Ghost, you're not getting soft on me are you?" With a huff you attempt to pull away, knowing you couldn't force words out of his mouth.
The sudden lack of your warmth is what forces his body to move before his mind does, shadows shooting out to grab you before congealing back into his arm, pulling you down so his lips can crash on yours.
You grunt into his mouth from the surprise, your eyes wide with surprise. Simon's frozen heart cracks just a bit when you don't respond, only to melt when you finally kiss him back. Your lips feel like heaven against his, Simon's eyes shutting and long tongue slipping into your mouth.
You choke a bit, pulling back to catch your breath, your eyes widening as Simon's long tongue slips back into his mouth. "Fucking hell Simon." You pant,
"Got a whole bag of tricks." Simon says, his throat dry. "I-" He begins to say, thoughts running on how to tell you he wants you but no words coming out, something clogging his throat like molasses.
"Yeah," You grin, the lights overhead casting a halo around your head. "I know." Tipping your head down you catch his lips again, your kiss deep and rough, Simon's teeth digging into your lip until it bleeds, your sharp fangs nipping his tongue, blood mixing in your mouths, arousal starting to course through your veins.
Simon's hands grope your ass, pulling your crotch down on his so your cocks can rub together. Simon greedily swallows your groan, his arms starting to fizzle, shadowy smoke wrapping around you to keep you close as his hand sneaks down to undo your belts, fishing out your cocks.
"Christ," You groan and pant into his mouth, grabbing hold of both of your cocks and rocking your hips into his, pleasure buzzing up your spine.
"Don't bring 'im in here." Simon growls and throws an arm around your neck, demanding your attention with a kiss, longue tongue pushing half way down your throat and hips bucking up to rub his cock against yours. "Just us here."
You moan against his lips and fuck, if that isn't the prettiest sound he's ever heard, his mind clouding over with pleasure and before either one of you knows it Simon's cumming, pulling you down with him, your combined cum painting both of your stomachs.
It takes a few moments for Simon to catch his breath, his pupils blows wide as he stares up at you. "Shite." He breathes out, boneless beneath you.
You grin, "You can say that again." and you lean down to kiss him again.
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cowboybxtch · 1 year
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do like a reaction of the Task 141 and also Alejandro and Rudy to having an argument  with F!reader and then a reconciliation? Like a combination of fluff and some smut, I really enjoy your work 🤌🏻✨😍
thank you so much for your ask! i really like this idea :) (i apologise for excluding Rudy, but i don't write for him!! i might dabble in the future) also apologies if there's any mistakes or if it's really bad/seems ooc im literally running on 2 hours sleep but i wanted to answer this request asap bc i liked it sm CW: domestic arguing, jealous partners, gaslighting etc. NSFW Content is below! AFAB!Reader
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
In Ghost’s mind, there’s no such thing as him being wrong, which tends to be the root issue of most of your arguments. He will literally never apologise for proving himself right, not even for the sake of your feelings. Pro at gaslighting in my opinion.
Will probably get annoyed with you if you show him that you're upset. He thinks that emotions don't have any place in a "debate" (it's an argument) and that you're "overreacting".
Will take a few days of you ignoring his texts, calls and advances for him to realise that he might've taken it too far and that you're serious about how the argument bothered you.
He gets far too antsy when you won't let him know that you're alright/that you're not leaving him and considers breaking into your flat just to check on you.
But Jesus Christ the reconciliation sex is so good you consider ignoring him again
He quite literally fucks an apology into you. Post-argument sex with Ghost is insane. You'll definitely forget what you were even angry about in the first place.
You'll get soft Simon for a while since he regrets how badly he treated you.
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John Price
You both tend to avoid arguments like the plague, which is why they usually happen - you both skirt around issues until it becomes a bigger problem.
I imagine you tend to have arguments before he leaves for missions, especially longer ones. It infuriates you that he doesn't have the time to hang around and hear you out, so the departures are usually bitter.
Will return home with flowers. You miss each other so much with your time apart that you can't keep your hands off one another.
Very loving sex. Think eye-contact, slow, deep thrusts, and hands gripping your hips. Tells you how much he loves you when he's inside of you and says how much he missed you.
You get to talking about the argument once you're done. Promises to spend more time with you when he can, and you promise to try to be more understanding.
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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
You both hate arguing, but when it happens it’s usually quite catty. You’re both stubborn, so clashes are bound to happen. He likes to have the upper hand and can be very petty.
I don't think he really wants, or even means to hurt you. He'll step over the line and say something out of order, something that digs at your insecurities.
Even if you don't want to, you're probably going to end up crying over it, and he ends up feeling so guilty. He'll do anything to make it better.
He'll hold you close, whisper his apologies, tell you how much he loves you and how he didn't mean what he said. He'll dote on you for the next week, even if you forgive him on the spot.
Loves being inside of you, when you've officially smoothed things over and sorted everything out. Buries his head in your neck when he thrusts into you. Tells you he loves you when he cums, and swears not to hurt you again when you're finished.
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
I think you might argue often, but it’s never anything either of you gets too bothered about. You’re both simply young and inexperienced in long-term relationships, so communication issues are bound to ensue.
I think he’ll struggle to empathise with you during an argument. He’s only looking at the facts, ignoring or simply misunderstanding how important your feelings are in the situation.
You probably end up giving him the silent treatment, since explaining your point of view is getting you absolutely nowhere.
Doesn't say the words "I'm sorry", but will approach you after a couple hours and shyly ask "do you wanna order food?". Or, at the very least, you're going to get an iMessage apology. will send u a Snapchat of him "crying" for attention until u tell him u love him
Food ends to solve the problem. Almost 99% of the time that you fall out it's because you're hangry or horny, or both.
Arguments usually end with oral sex, like a blowjob on the couch or him eating you out until you cum twice - depending on who's in the wrong or not, and who's seeking forgiveness.
I imagine you'll get some flowers the next day, and Gaz will be acting bashful and sheepish in shame of his attitude.
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Alejandro Vargas
He’s just so passionate about everything, so a small disagreement can very quickly escalate into a heated argument. I also think he often gets jealous, and maybe a little possessive.
A lot of the time, the line between anger and lust can become slightly blurred to Alejandro. Watching you get heated turns him on - and you know to use this to your advantage in arguments.
Think angry sex. He'll bend you over, grab at you bruisingly, dig his teeth into your skin, grab at your hair. It's the best way for you both to get your frustrations out.
He'll mark you during sex to let everyone know that you're his.
It helps you both think clearer, once you're both done. He'll tell you he's sorry, but you can see this happening again in the future. He just can't seem to control his jealousy.
You can't lie, you like him being a little jealous sometimes.
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judebelle · 4 months
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been thinking ab joao and reader hooking up behind his teammates backs'... like they've been "involved" for a while but sometimes the tension is too much and they have to sneak away iykwim ;)
sneaky - j.f. x reader
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a/n : omfg anon ur gonna be the death of meeeeeee!! also i made this kinda long since i havent posted in a while, oops..
pairing : joao felix x fem!reader
word count : 2.3k
summary : joao and u prefer to keep your love life private, secret even, but the the flirty looks and knowing smirks from across the room are becoming unbearable.
cw : smut obv, lil bit of alejandro x reader, sneaky joao and reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), make outs, cursing, me not bothering to accent his name lol sorry
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you were starting to regret going out to dinner with your friend alejandro and his teammates.
the only reason why being that one of his teammates had become more.
hooking up with joao felix on the down low has been fun, you won't lie. and while you enjoy sneaky quickies and flirty messages, there were times where you wish you could just tear off his clothes and fuck that smug smile right off his face.
you were currently sitting in a restaurant, a private room and table was booked for alejandro, his barcelona teammates, and their plus ones. you and alejandro had become inseparable ever since you met in spain a few years ago, and you had grown increasingly close to his teammates.
very close to a certain mr felix.
the first time you met joao, it wasn't anything magical, you just thought he was fit. alejandro had introduced you to him when he came on loan to barca recently, and you just couldn't get him out of your head.
it seems that the feelings were mutual, as that very same night he followed you on instagram. you, of course, played it cool and took your time following him back (you waited like 10 seconds).
from there, you two messaged often, especially after the team would hang out.
joaofelix79 : u got home safe?
ynsusername : ofc i did
ynsusername : alejandro wouldn't let anything happen to me
joaofelix79 : that's good.
you two started messaging more, sometimes even calling each other late in the night. you couldn't explain why, maybe he was just fun to talk to.
you would complain to him about work, and he would complain about a mistake he made in training.
eventually, you two started hanging out alone.
not anything crazy, of course.
joaofelix79 : hey
joaofelix79 : js noticed im about to drive by ur place
joaofelix79 : wanna get some ice cream? my treat
how could you refuse that?
it wasn't all that shocking to you when a surprise ice cream date turned out into a steamy make out session on a bench in a park in the middle of the night.
"we should stop, someone might see us.." you murmured against the portuguese boy's lips, you yourself making no effort to.
"ok, if that's what you want." he pulled away from you, his fluffy hair disheveled thanks to you.
"5 more minutes" you placed your lips on his again, feeling him smile against them.
from there, weekly hangouts became almost nightly. he would pick you up in his car, and you would drive anywhere. you just needed an excuse to make out. you even put your number in his phone.
eventually, joao grew tired of the make outs that led to nothing, and you did too.
12:03 am - joao : wyd
12:03 am - you : was ab to put some instant noodles in the microwave lol
12:04 am - joao : dont bother
12:04 am - joao : come eat at my place
12:05 am - joao : i ordered uber eats
of course, you went, and you two ate the chinese takeout he bought. you two sat and laughed together at his attempt at using chopsticks.
and then you found yourself perched on his kitchen counter, him in between your legs while he rammed into you mercilessly. you left red marks across his back and biceps.
"my god, you feel amazing, querida." joao's words were muffled as his head was nuzzled into your neck, his lips caressing your hot skin with every word he spoke.
"i'm so fucking close, joao.." you whined and whispered curses while your hands found themselves travelling from his arms to his hair, tugging on the soft brown locks.
"let go, y/n, i'm close too!" he removed his flushed face from your neck and connected your lips together again, breathing heavily into your mouth.
you came undone with a sharp whine, arching into him. his thrusts became sloppy as he let out a long groan against your lips, releasing into the condom.
that was the first time you two had fucked, and it definitely would not be the last.
his house was usually where you two would hook up because it was so big, and you didn't have to worry about anything when you were there.
you two fucked anywhere - on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in the laundry room.
you found that it didn't really matter where you were. if either of you were craving the other, it happened right then and there. it was fun. it kept you on your toes, kept things fresh and fun.
but it became a curse when you two were at a team dinner.
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"si, i told him he could go fuck off if that was what he wanted. that guy needs to learn some manners, for fucks sake!"
the table erupted in laughs as pedro went on about some story that you weren't really paying attention to to be honest. you were sat right beside your good friend, alejandro, who was very intrigued in pedro's story and hadn't spoken to you more than twice this evening.
across from you was joao. he was wearing a black dress shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly along with black dress pants. of course, to make your life more difficult, the top two shirt buttons weren't done up.
one more open button and everyone would've seen the hickey you gave him the other-
"isn't that right, y/n?"
alejandro was speaking to you, and you were too busy staring at joao's biceps to hear him.
"hmm? sorry?"
"i said, it was you who i walked in on dancing silently in the darkness darkness of your room, right?" alejandro smirked at the sight of your cheeks going red, this memory being nothing short of embarrassing to you.
"yup, that- uh- that was me..!" you looked down in humiliation as the table giggled at alejandro's unexpected story about you. he loved embarrassing you, it was his thing. he found it fun because he thought of you like a little sister.
you looked up to see joao, laughing along with everyone else at the table, finding amusement in your misery. you shot him a playful glare.
"i'm only teasing, mi corazón." alejandro chuckled before ruffling your hair. "ale!" you whined, fixing your hair. his friends teased you. they all thought of you as their little sister, especially you being one of the younger ones.
the men continued on with their conversations as you continued looking at joao from your end of the table, only this time, he was looking at you too.
he was taking a slow sip of his water, eyeing you down.
joao wasn't the only one dressed all sexy tonight. you wore a short black satin strapless dress that hugged your figure perfectly. you thought of joao when you picked it out, you thought of him while putting it on, and you thought of him taking it off.
it seems that joao had the same thought. the way he looked at you from under his lashes gave you the impression that your outfit choice was a smart one.
you sent him a quick wink.
he smirked and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, widening them.
you rolled yours before continuing to eat your steak.
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you couldn't take it anymore.
something the way he laughed with everyone at the table, his hair flowing when he turned his head. he had on a gold rolex and a gold chain, both glistening under the lighting over the table.
it was the way he carried himself with such confidence. he knew he was hot, and he knew you knew it too. that confidence definitely carried over into bed.
finally, you got up from the table, excusing yourself to "make a call".
shooting joao a quick look, he took the hint. his eyes followed you, watching you exit the restaurant and head towards the parking lot. after an agonizing 30 seconds or so, joao told everyone he forgot something in his car, and made a beeline to where he saw you last.
he saw you standing outside his car, waiting for him. he made his way towards you.
"so, who did you have to call?" he teased, his eyes waiting for your reaction. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "very funny.".
you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you leaned against his car. he smiled down at you before looking over your figure.
"nice dress.."
"just take it off."
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you two had squeezed into the back of his car, leaving nothing but surrounding street lights as your light source. you straddled his waist, rocking your hips while you smashed your lips against his. you two were breathing heavily, occasionally breaking the kiss to huff and puff before going back at it again.
joao's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his right hand occasionally sliding down to cup and smack your ass. his actions made you yelp into the kiss. your arms were everywhere. cupping his face, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, on his abs.
it was like you two hadn't seen each other in years. like you were drowning and the only way to breathe was.. this.
your smooth rocking of the hips created a hard bulge in joao's pants which felt great on your throbbing clit. he groaned into the kiss, breaking it for you to breathe and to leave kisses down your neck.
"so, fucking, horny" he broke each word with a kiss. you moaned above him. "you can't even last one dinner party without my hands all over you?" you wanted him to shut up, so you grabbed his face in your hand and smashed your lips against his.
you started unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands were too shaky to do it quickly. "take this off, god damnit!" you groaned as he laughed and began unbuttoning it himself. you hiked your dress up and helped him with the last few buttons.
you moved his shirt partially off him, leaving it on his arms since you couldn't be bothered. you leaned down to kiss his chest while looking up at him. he was smiling down at you, hands rested behind his head.
he brought you back up to pull the top of your dress down just enough so that your tits would pop out. when they did, he licked his lips. now it was his turn to lean down and suck on them, making you tilt your head back and pant.
"joao, we dont have time for this-"
"shhh, patience princesa. don't worry." he went back to sucking.
"they're going to realize we're gone- joao!"
he couldn't bring himself to leave your tits alone, but when he did, you quickly reached down and undid his belt , not even bothering to pull it off.
"estás mesmo excitado, não é?" (you're really excited, aren't you?)
you nodded and bit your lip.
he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. you raised yourself up on your knees and hovered over his dick. he held it up with one hand, the other resting on your hip.
"are you ready for me?" he teased.
"enough questions." you cut his teasing short as you took his cock in your hands yourself and sunk down on him.
joao hissed at the unexpected pleasure. he looked up at you, gasping for air above him before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"move for me, bebé."
you did as you were told, lifting your hips up until just the tip of him was left in you, before sinking back down on him, agonizingly slow.
he shuddered at the feeling.
you picked up the pace, causing the car to rock. your tits bounced in his face, causing him to twitch inside you.
"fuck, y/n, you're amazing-" you laugh breathlessly above him, your hands resting on his shoulders for stability while his gripped your hips tightly.
after some time, your thighs were burning, and you were getting tired. joao picked this up, taking control. his grip on your hips was put to some use as he moved your hips up and down for you. he lifted and dropped you so easily and made you move so much faster. you felt the air leave your lungs and arched your back to stick your tits in his face.
he grinned as he thrusted his hips up, meeting you in the middle. he tilted your body back, and started to hit the spot inside you that made you see white.
your pants and gasps turned into moans and whines as you felt the bundle of heat in your core.
"joao, i'm close" you warned, your nails digging into his shoudlers.
"i'm right there with you, baby, oh," he groaned and grunted as he watched him drill into you faster and faster. "meu deus, foda-se!" (my god, fuck!) he hissed with gritted teeth as he felt you clench around him.
his pace was too much for you to hold back. you let go with a gasp and moan, your hand slamming and sliding down the steamy car window, leaving a print.
joao was, indeed, right there with you. he pulled your body off of him and set you down on his thighs hastily before stroking his red, throbbing cock, cumming all over your stomach with a string of grunts and pants.
you both sat there in the hot and dark car in disbelief, covered in sweat and panting, after having the most mind blowing sex you've ever had. you leaned your forehead against his and smiled. he chuckled before teasing you once more.
"let's go. we don't want to miss dessert, do we?"
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starlight-eclipsed · 1 year
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Rockets Pointed Up at the Stars (Pt 1/2)
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Inspired by this braindead rejected soulmates au post by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2. More art at the end!
Part II
Tim slumped down on the edge of an apartment building, leaning his weight against the rooftop’s fence. The alleyways below were deserted, criminals retreating to get a couple hours of sleep before sunrise. A perfect setting to catch a breather before ending his patrol for the night.
The Red Robin suit still felt wrong on him. He thought waiting a week to get accustomed to it would help, but he might have made a mistake when he tried to adjust it to be as close to his Robin uniform as possible without it being obvious. He’d have to remember to alter it further the next time he got the chance, to see if wearing something entirely different would finally make him stop checking the shadows for Bruce. Patrolling Gotham alone felt too much like admitting he was really gone.
Just as he was about to move on, the rooftop access door slammed open.
Tim nearly jumped out of his skin as he whirled around, ready to either apologize, attack, or flee, when he met familiar glowing green eyes.
Subconsciously, he let himself breathe easy as he took in the other’s appearance.
Phantom was an anomaly at the best of times. A phantom thief by definition, the criminal had simply appeared one day to cause chaos—lingering only to taunt his pursuers as he made a daring escape with whatever priceless treasure of the month. His motives were unknown, as was virtually anything about him besides his calling card (a green sticky note with nothing but ‘BOO’ written in permanent black marker), appearance, and a meta ability to phase through objects.
Of course, one couldn’t be a phantom thief without a detective rival (or so the thief in question claimed). For some reason, Phantom had outright declared not Batman, but Robin for the role. Tim couldn’t count how many sleepless nights were spent chasing after him, face red from a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. Because it wasn’t enough for the admittedly good-looking criminal roughly his age to run circles around him. No, the jerk had to go out of his way to flirt with him the whole time.
He hadn’t even thought about how Phantom would react to there being a new Robin. But looking at him now, a small part of Tim couldn’t help but feel selfishly glad. From what he could see of the furious expression on his shadowed face and glowing eyes, it wasn’t hard to see that Phantom was taking the change about as well as Tim was.
“I leave for two weeks, and suddenly there’s a new Batman and Robin?! What the fuck, Detective—you’d think to at least have the decency to tell a guy, but nooo, I had to find out through goddamn Victor Fries!”
Tim blinked, “Didn’t Mr. Freeze retire after someone brought his wife back?”
Phantom paused his fury, shrugging a bit. “Nora keeps track of everything happening in Gotham in case something her husband did to save her comes back to bite them.”
“Huh.”
“Anyway! It took me going after Victor to ask why there was a new Robin for me to hear that the actual Batman was dead, Gotham went berserk for a while as every other guy tried to take up the position, and somewhere along the lines you got the grand idea to add ‘red’ to your name! Which makes no sense, since you practically lived for that mantle and I would’ve bet that you’d take it past the grave if given the chance.”
Tim winced. As per usual, Phantom’s words hit home in more ways than intended.
The thief stopped short, the glowing of his eyes intensifying as he looked over Tim’s new identity. Tim didn’t move as soundless footsteps strode forward, not even pausing as Phantom phased through the chain link fence to sit a couple feet away from him.
He could count on one hand the number of times Phantom had done this. One second they’d be exchanging insults, and then suddenly the criminal would stop and stare, feeling like he was gazing into the depths of Tim’s very soul. Each time, he called off their chase, insisting that Tim take a break and talk to someone about whatever was troubling him. It was uncanny how he could somehow tell when Tim’s negative feelings were overwhelming his rational thought—Batman himself would use Phantom encounters to measure Tim’s wellbeing at times.
Looking back, it was odd how Phantom would insert himself into every aspect of Robin’s life, but back off the second he sensed something was wrong. He’d call attention to whenever Tim was particularly anxious, once even physically dragging Bruce over to ‘talk to your son when he’s sad’, but never offer any comfort himself. But here they were, Phantom obviously seeing something Tim could never hope to conceal, with no Bruce nearby to summon and make things better.
Tim’s throat clogged at the reminder of yet another little thing Bruce might never get to do again. He couldn’t be dead, not with how many times Tim checked the body and struggled to recognize the man who’d become like a father to him. 
“...I…I know we’re not exactly friends, Detective. But if you need to get something off your chest, I swear to never use it against you.” Phantom fidgeted with his cloak. From this close a distance, Tim could see the faint glimmer of sparkling purple constellations embroidered on the inside. For some reason, the sight of the soft fabric never failed to calm his nerves.
(It reminded him of a time long ago, when he held a gel ink pen and asked a mystery person to quit whatever they were doing that left his arms covered in star charts that didn’t match anything in the Earth’s night sky.)
He didn’t dare force himself to speak, for fear he might break this tentative peace. Thankfully, Phantom seemed to be taking initiative that night.
“...did you know that I used to be a teen hero?”
Tim’s head jerked upright, meeting Phantom’s eyes. It was impossible to tell exactly what expression he was making behind the mask, but he got a sense of bitter nostalgia. “You never talk about your past.”
A scoff, “Yeah, ‘cause it’s depressing as fuck. Not exactly the sort of thing you can talk about causally.”
He chewed his lip, thinking. “Your suit…minus the cloak, it looks reminiscent of a uniform.”
Phantom fiddled with a cylinder hooked on his belt. It was the only piece of tech visible on his person, a modified soup thermos that somehow served as a near infinite item storage. Impressive, if not odd.
“Yeah, the cloak is more of a blanket than anything else. I added it on when I got tired of looking at the same clothes I used to save my hometown in. It…I didn’t become a hero for fame. It was more trouble than it was worth, honestly. You guys nowadays have so much better support systems than when I was in the business. Makes me wonder if…” he trailed off.
“...why’d you stop?” Tim asked gently, more than willing to throw himself into this new mystery now that he knew it was there.
“It was too much. Everyone wanted me gone, even the people I was protecting. I was hated for my powers, for not always being on the scene when I was needed, for not ending fights faster and for the property damage my villains caused. I didn’t live in a place with metahuman protection laws. The few people that knew my secret identity got tired of superhero life and ditched the first chance they got.” He sighed, “I was hurting, and was desperate for a way out.”
Tim frowned, “So you moved to Gotham and started stealing?”
Phantom snorted. “Nah, I was fucked up for a while after I ran away. It’s funny, one of my rogues was the first to track me down and drag me to a hospital to get my injuries checked. Like a dozen of them got together for an intervention, I thought I was finally losing my grip on reality. I spent a couple months recovering, then took one of them up on a suggestion to try causing trouble for a change. Not anything super bad, but…”
“...enough to feel more in control?” Tim suggested. It wasn’t uncommon for people in bad situations to commit minor crimes, both for the adrenaline and the power rush. Tim himself had once poured his whole soul into tracking and photographing Gotham’s nighttime birds. A hobby that was more than a bit cringe-worthy in hindsight, and definitely creepy considering how much effort he put into stalking his idols. Honestly his young age was the only reason he didn’t get put on a watchlist when he revealed himself to Bruce. That, and the whole I-know-your-secret-identity thing.
“Oof. Yeah, that’s a way to put it. Being hated hurt less when that’s what I was aiming for, y’know?”
Tim tilted his head. “I never hated you.”
A derisive laugh, “Uh-huh. And you loved being led on goose chases when there were more important ways to spend your time.”
“I’m serious.” Tim shifted so that he was better facing Phantom. He didn’t know why, but couldn’t stand the thought of Phantom leaving tonight convinced he was universally hated. “You only make a scene on quiet nights, and you always slowed down for me whenever I had to stop and intervene on some other crime. And you only target the private collections of rich people. Not anyone whose life would be ruined by something getting stolen. You even go out of your way to make sure the guards on duty don’t get in trouble, even when it puts you in a strategically worse position. And…”
He hesitated. Bruce wouldn’t approve…but then again, there was that weird relationship he had with Selina.
“And it was fun. To chase you. It was challenging and frustrating, but your appearance meant that there was nothing else to worry about that night. We could just run regular patrols.”
Oracle was the one to make the connection. Tim didn’t know where along the lines it became an accepted fact, only that Bruce was more comfortable about Robin patrolling alone when Phantom was making a move. A miracle considering what happened to the last one.
Phantom blinked, frowning a bit before his eyes went wide, a shaky smile forming on his lips. “Thanks…it was fun for me too. Kinda the whole reason I kept setting up scenes for Robin to find.”
Tim laughed. The sound startled both of them—he didn’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled like this. It had to be sometime before Bruce was gone, at least.
“So…” Phantom hopped down on the railing of a balcony below, balancing precariously in the way that only he could. He looked up at Tim with an easygoing smile that did little to hide the concern underneath. “As your self-proclaimed favorite rogue, wanna tell me what’s up with the sudden change?”
He shifted a bit, grin fading. “Well…Batman died. He was facing Darkseid and got hit. After the chaos died down, Nightwing took up the mantle and made Batman’s son the new Robin, to help him grieve or something.”
“I don’t know where to start with that.” Phantom adjusted his hood, briefly revealing tan skin underneath. “You sound like you didn’t have a say in it. Wasn’t Robin yours?”
Something bitter worked its way up through Tim’s chest. “It was a borrowed title anyway. I only took it up to help Batman, so it makes sense that I was dismissed—”
“No.”
“—after huh?”
Phantom strode up to him, poking a finger at his knee. “You love being Robin. You don’t have to justify losing your identity. It could’ve been taken in the name of world peace for all I care, that doesn’t make it any less shitty. You just lost someone super important to you, and your connection to them was taken because someone thought your grief was less important. I don’t care who the current one is, you are just as much Batman’s son.”
Tim couldn’t help the small sob that escaped. Or when it doubled, and tears started burning at his eyes. He rubbed at them in an attempt to stop them before they could make his mask go hot and sticky, but was startled out of it by a soft weight being thrown over him. He looked up to see Phantom leaning over him, securing the hood of his cloak over Tim’s own head.
“You looked like you needed some comfort. It’s weighted.” Phantom shrugged.
“...thanks.” Tim pulled it closer, more than happy to latch onto yet another new focus. “How do you move so easily in this? It feels like I’m being hugged by gravity.”
Phantom chuckled, and it was at that moment Tim suddenly realized the other was floating in the air over him. Since when has he been able to fly?
“I use intangibility a lot, but it’s not my only power. It felt like overkill to use more than that in my heists. So I didn’t.”
Tim groaned, “You were going easy on me this whole time?”
“Oh, definitely not. I’m sure you’ve noticed, but intangibility is arguably the most pain in the ass thing to counter. I’m being annoying on purpose.”
Phantom grinned, and Tim couldn’t help but analyze the full sight of him. Everything from his teeth to his ears was pointed, a sharp contrast to the wispy white hair that flowed smoothly in a nonexistent breeze. The most attention grabbing was a glowing green mark resembling a gash across his chest, roughly in the place where a hero would wear their logo. The sight of it made Tim’s own chest ache.
“I don’t think Batman is dead.” He said suddenly.
“What makes you say that?” Phantom asked, reclining on empty air. 
It wasn’t denial, not calling him insane or lost in grief. For the first time since his fight with Dick, Tim felt as though he could breathe again. “I know it sounds crazy, there’s no proof—”
“Woah woah woah,” Phantom reached forward, gently pulling Tim’s hands away from where he had started pulling at his hair. “Slow down. Walk me through your thought process.”
“It just…it doesn’t feel right. Not that I can’t believe it if he died, but this specifically doesn’t feel right. I’d feel it if Br-Batman was dead…there was a whole cloning facility where Batman’s body was found.”
That seemed to spark interest in Phantom’s eyes. “You think the body was a clone?”
“Why would someone as powerful and precise as Darkseid drop everything and kill someone he was in the process of cloning? Why was he even trying to clone Batman specifically? We’re missing something, and I think Darkseid is using everyone’s grief to cover his plan.”
Phantom propped his chin on his hand, deep in thought. “Darkseid…I’ve heard that name before. Does he have something to do with time or space?”
Tim practically sagged in relief. “He can travel freely through both, and has a host of other abilities that give Superman a run for his money.”
He snapped his fingers, “Ah, that Darkseid! Yeah, if he wanted Bats dead there wouldn’t be a body left. I’d bet my collection he’s lost in time somewhere.”
“Thank you!” Tim gestured wildly, “You’re officially the first person to hear me out. Like, is it really so hard to believe?”
“No probs, Detect-o. It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard, by far.”
“Exactly,” Tim huffed, leaning back and sighing. “Now I just have to convince the Justice League so they can go back in time and grab him.”
“Why not just get him yourself?”
Tim glanced over to where Phantom hung in the sky. “Unless you’re also hiding time powers in there, we kinda need the League to get to him. Plus I don’t even know when in time he is.”
“Lucky for you, I know a guy,” Phantom grinned. “The Master of Time messaged me this mornin’, something about stopping Batman from breaking the time space continuum. It’s why I’m back in Gotham so soon.”
“You…know the Master of Time.”
“Yep!” He popped the p.
“And they messaged you.”
Phantom hummed, “You can imagine how it went when I tried to confront Batman a couple hours ago. The new Robin’s a menace, if I was any slower you’d have to deal with a Phantom shish kebab.”
Tim winced. It was never fun to be on the wrong end of Damian’s katana. Still, he focused back on the insanity at hand. “So you’re saying you can just go back and rescue Batman right now?”
“Now that I know what’s happening, yeah. Clocky probably already has a portal ready for me. Batman will be back before you can say ‘Gotham’!”
It was inconceivable. To think, the living nightmare of the past weeks would be over, just like that. His brain was screaming at him that this was some sort of cruel setup, that there was no way Phantom was telling the truth. There had to be a catch somewhere, some kind of punchline in the sick comedy that was the life of Tim Drake.
But his heart, the part of him that just wanted his dad back won out.
“What’s stopping you? You’re not usually one to wait for a window of opportunity.”
Phantom rubbed the back of his neck. “No, but I distinctly remember waiting for a certain vigilante. I was wondering if…you’d like to come with?”
Tim’s jaw dropped. “You’re inviting me, a vigilante who has attempted to arrest you dozens of times…to travel back in time to save Batman, another vigilante who has tried to put you under arrest.”
“Emphasis on tried,” Phantom joked, before turning serious. “I mean it—it’s your family. Besides, it could be fun. You come with me on a time heist, instead of sitting back here worrying your pretty head off with all the ways things could go wrong. And you get to tell everyone else ‘I told ya so’ when you save Batman on your own.”
He tried to work his mind through what Phantom was offering. To be able to fix things, maybe not go back to the way they used to be (Damian might actually kill him if he ever wore Robin again) but to have Bruce back. It wasn’t even a question.
No matter how smart Tim was, how he tried to plan things in advance the way Bruce did, he never stopped being the lonely kid who would sneak out at night to shadow his heroes. When Phantom reached out to offer a hand, Tim didn’t hesitate.
“You’re wrong, though.”
Phantom blinked, firmly gripping Tim’s hand without hurting him. “About what?”
“I wouldn’t be saving Batman on my own. We’d be doing it together.”
A fanged grin matched his own, blinding him to the swirling green portal that formed around them. Before Tim could so much as wonder if he maybe should’ve messaged someone about what he was setting off to do, they were already gone.
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This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it got a bit long so I decided to split it up.
I really love this au, but I noticed that everyone has a tendency to hone in on the angst so much that the characters behind it get a bit lost in the process. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I wanted to try my hand at writing the misunderstandings without making either of them at fault.
(Insert rant about how the whole point of soulmates is that this person is a match for you, so even if you fundamentally are not good for each other you still get where the other person is coming from. There's so much more angst potential in not being able to hate someone no matter what they do to hurt you, but I digress.)
But yeah, let the boys heal and be happy! Also this is the closest I've gotten to actually writing romance and that's not saying much XD
Here's the design I drew for Phantom Thief!Danny. Feel free to drop an ask, I'd love to ramble more about this :D
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☾ part 2 ☾ original post ☾ previous x next ☾ w.c: 16,3k (i was inspired, sorry) ☾ pairing: college!jungkook x fem!reader  ☾ summary: you guys met in college. he was a player with a string of exes, and you weren't really into relationships. but as you became friends, things started to change. the story begins when they met in 2016 and unfolds all the way through 2023. ☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact. ☾ genre: strangers to friends, friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, slice of life. ☾ warnings: bit of slow-burn, fuckboy Jungkook, fuckgirl y/n, alcohol, we3d, jk is possessive, red flags, kind of toxic relationship (they get better and more mature), silent treatment, lack of communicatio, exes.  this part contains smut. tits playing, fingers playing, clit playing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (it's fiction, don't do it in real life), hand job, blow job, cum playing, cum eating, deep throat (i think thats it). ☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. some details, traits and personalities may deviate from real life! it's my first time posting my stuff here, so be kind to me. also, english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes. all the characters in the story are original, and their names have no connection to real-life individuals, except for BTS.
☾ taglist: @canyon-lwt @diorh0seokie @oopscoop @junecat18 @jk97bam @kissyfacekoo @skzthinker
August, 2017.
"Ugh, I can't stand Mr. Park's class. He's such a pain in the ass, always bombarding us with loads of work. Oh my God, I'm losing my mind," Chae-Yeong exclaimed, throwing her book over her head and playfully pretending to scream.
"Unnie, we just had our first class yesterday!" you chuckled at her dramatics.
"I know, but his reputation precedes him!" she said, linking her arm with yours.
"Can we change our focus to how stunning you look with that blonde hair? I can't get over it," you remarked, gazing at your friend, who beamed in response.
"Do you really like it? It felt so weird at first, but now I feel absolutely gorgeous," she said, strutting as if she were on a runway.
"Absolutely stunning," you affirmed as you both entered the building.
"Alright, my class is on the second floor," Chae-Yeong said.
"Mine is..." You checked your phone, realizing you didn't remember your new schedule. "right there," you pointed toward the third door on the left.
"Okay, bye," Chae-Yeong walked away with a smile.
"Good luck!" you called out, perhaps a bit louder than intended.
As you stepped into the classroom, you noticed Jimin and Taehyung approaching, both looking excited. They caught your eye, and you waved and smiled. While you weren't particularly close, you often hung out at parties together.
"Y/N!" Jimin shouted. "Come over here!"
You walked over to the boys with a smile.
"Are you coming to our party on Friday?" Taehyung asked.
"I didn't even know about any party, Tae," you admitted.
"Jungkook didn't invite you?" Jimin inquired, seeming surprised.
Jungkook? You hadn't spoken to him in ages. His promise to stay in touch had proven empty.
"No," you replied flatly. "I didn't even know he was back."
Your response seemed to make the boys uncomfortable.
"It's his welcome-back party at our house," Taehyung explained. "Please come. You're the life of the party."
You laughed, though you couldn't help but feel hurt that Jungkook hadn't even sent you a message.
"Yeah, Y/N, I need you as my beer pong partner!" Jimin chimed in, draping his arm around your shoulder.
"Alright, I might come," you said with a smile.
"Chae-Yeong is invited too," Jimin added.
Before you could respond, Mr. Choi entered the room.
"I'll let her know," you told them as you walked away, searching for a seat. "Thanks for inviting us."
You settled into your desk as the class began.
Y/N: guess what? There's a party this friday at jimin and taehyung's place Chae-Yeong: that sounds fun! are we going? Y/N: yeah, i think so Y/N: jungkook's back from canada and I had no idea Chae-Yeong: really? that is strange. you guys were close Y/N: idk, since he never texted me anyways, its not that weird, but i thought he'd at least say hi Chae-Yeong: maybe he's just caught up with stuff. u know how life can be Y/N: yeah, whatever
You hadn't seen Jungkook on campus until his party on Friday. Arriving with Chae-Yeong a bit earlier than planned, you decided that being 30 minutes ahead of schedule was the perfect compromise. The boys were thankful for the extra help setting up the party, and the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Jungkook's face lit up as he spotted you amidst the crowd. You couldn't wait to catch up with him, but it wasn't until the middle of the party, while you were leaving the kitchen with another drink in hand, that he finally made his way over.
"Y/N and her drink. Always inseparable," he teased, and you couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, stranger," you quipped, stepping closer. "I can't believe you recognized me."
He chuckled. "I've missed you."
"You never even texted me. How dare you say you missed me?"
"I'm sorry. I was awful. Please forgive me," he pleaded, looking at you with big, slightly tipsy doe eyes.
You shook your head, feigning reluctance. "Alright, Mr. Jeon."
"Thank you. You have such a great soul," he joked, and you rolled your eyes. "What about John?"
You couldn't help but make a disgusted face.
"Dead and buried a long time ago."
"Nooooo," Jungkook exclaimed.
"Yes," you confirmed, taking a sip of your drink. "He's one of the worst people I've ever met. He lies as easily as he breathes."
Jungkook nodded, taking the cup from your hand and having a sip. "Never liked him."
"He cheated on me, and guess what?" You reclaimed your drink. "I'm the crazy bitch."
"Jerk." he said and you smile. "What about Woojin?"
"We talk sometimes, but it's not the same as it was, and I'm honestly fine with that."
Jungkook nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I haven't been talking to him in a long time too," he admitted, his gaze distant.  "Y/N, I really am sorry for not keeping in touch."
You appreciated his honesty and reached out to squeeze his hand gently.
 "It's okay, Jungkook. We all have our moments. Just promise me we won't lose touch like this again."
He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I promise, Y/N."
As the night deepened, you couldn't help but notice Jungkook's undeniable handsomeness. His jawline was sculpted to perfection, and his newly black hair added an air of mystery to his appearance. He was undeniably one of the most attractive men you had ever seen, and the thought of his inviting lips crossed your mind. It wasn't the first time that the idea of kissing him comes to your mind, but you always knew that such thoughts were  dangerous.  However, any idea quickly dissipated as you see Lilly wrapping her arms around his waist, her presence instantly interrupting your thoughts.
You rolled your eyes, feeling a pang of annoyance. She had been Jungkook's ex-girlfriend, and their breakup was right after he left for the exchange program. They had only dated for a few weeks, but they had remained close friends before that, which made the situation even more complicated.
You had talked to Lilly a few times, and she had always seemed cool. However, seeing her with Jungkook now, her arms wrapped around him possessively, you couldn't help but wonder if your attraction to him had been more obvious than you thought.
Jimin snapped you out of your thoughts by grabbing your hand.
"Y/N, beer pong!" he demanded, and you laughed, following him into the room where three beer pong tables were set up.
"We're on fire!" you celebrated, even before taking your position.
As expected, you and Jimin dominated, winning three games in a row. Eventually, you decided to call it quits. You were both a bit tipsy, and Jimin had been taking frequent bathroom breaks. As you reveled in your unbeatable duo status, a thought crossed your mind, and you couldn't resist asking.
"Are Jungkook and Lilly back together?" you asked, curiosity lacing your words.
Jimin shrugged "Not that I know of. Why?"
You sighed, your eyes wandering around the room. "I don't know. She just seems a little too possessive with him tonight."
"Yeah, she can be. But honestly, they're not the best match as a couple. They work better as friends."
"Yeah" you said, turning back to him with a genuine smile. "But, Jimin, let me tell you something. You are the best beer pong partner ever!"
With those words, you both embraced and danced together, the alcohol fueling the euphoria of the moment. But as the night wore on, the intoxication became overwhelming. You began to feel nauseated, realizing you had reached your limit.
"Jimin, could you find Chae-Yeong for me?" you asked, your voice tinged with discomfort. "I need to go home."
Jimin's concern deepened. "Are you okay?"
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. " I think I've had a bit too much to drink."
Jimin nodded understandingly. "Alright, let me find Chae-Yeong. We'll make sure you get home safely."
With Jimin's help, you made your way through the party, your steps a bit unsteady. The music and laughter seemed to blur around you as you waited for Chae-Yeong. She soon joined you.
"Y/N, are you alright?" Chae-Yeong asked, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.
You gave her a weak smile. "I just need to go home, Unnie."
Chae-Yeong nodded. "Don't worry, we'll get you home safely."
With the help of your friends, you made your way out of the party, the cool night air helping to clear your head.
You left the campus library feeling a twinge of frustration. Instead of the books you had intended to find for your studies, you had ended up with two fiction novels that were far from what you needed at the moment. Sometimes your lack of focus annoyed you.
As you strolled towards the campus, you spotted Jungkook sitting by the fountain. That place where you both share a lot and stared your friendship.
"Well, well, well," you teased. "What do we have here?"
He looked up, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Y/N! Come sit here."
You settled down beside him and noticed the notes in his notebook. "Studying?" you asked.
He nodded. "Kind of. Just trying, to be honest."
"Yeah, I know the feeling."
"Are you okay? I heard you left the party feeling sick," Jungkook asked
 "Just had a bit too much to drink, that's all."
He nodded, seeming relieved, and then you gently shifted the conversation back to him. "You good? You know you have to tell me about Canada."
His smile widened, and he reached for his phone, opening his camera roll. With genuine enthusiasm, he shared every photo, every detail, and every memory of his time in Canada with you. As he narrated his experiences, you couldn't help but feel connection with him.
You and Jungkook talked for hours about Canada, watching the sun set. As night fell, he kindly offered to walk you back to your dorm room, and you accepted, intertwining your arms
"So, are you dating anyone?" he asked, and your laughter filled the air.
"No," you shook your head. "I just can't, not after what happened to John. I feel guarded."
"Come on, Y/N, you've always been this way," he teased.
"Hey!" you playfully scolded him. "But seriously, it's just hard for me to think about committing right now. It feels painful."
"I understand, but you can't stay closed off forever," he said as he walked alongside you.
"Right now, I want to be."
"You were never the clingy type, were you? We're quite the opposite," he mused.
"That's why your ex still gives anyone who got too close that menacing look," you recalled with a chuckle.
He burst into laughter. "She did not."
"Oh, she definitely did," you insisted. "I thought she might kill me!"
"Were you checking me out?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Not like that!" you protested.
"Really?" he stopped walking and stood in front of you, catching you off guard.
"Cut it out!" you tried to sidestep him.
"You want me, Y/N!" he boldly declared, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaving you breathless and inches from his face.
"You wish," you retorted, placing your palms on his chest and pushing him playfully, laughing as you walked ahead.
You both strolled into your dorm room, the soft glow of lights casting a warm ambiance.
Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, Y/N, it's getting late,"
"Yes, it is, Jungkook," you replied, with your voice dripping with mock.
"But before we go," he continued, his voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone, "I just have to say, Y/N, you look absolutely stunning."
You roll you eyes and laugh.
"Good night, Jungkook."
Jungkook chuckled. "Well, Y/N, it's a good thing we're just friends, or else we might have a problem on our hands."
You nodded in agreement.. "Indeed, Jungkook, just friends, always."
"We're getting close!" Chae-Yeong exclaimed once again, after your question.
"You mentioned that ten minutes ago, Chae-Yeong," you replied with a hint of annoyance, your feet aching from the uncomfortable shoes.
Jungkook chuckled, coming to your rescue. "Y/N, you're not a big fan of walking, are you?"
 "Jungkook, your friend is annoying!" Chae-Yeong jokes but you knew she was annoyed.
"Alright, I'll zip it," you pointed toward the sky. "Hey, take a look. It looks like rain."
You gazed upwards, noticing the darkening clouds.
Jungkook leaned in closer, whispering in your ear playfully, "Don't turn into a crybaby on me now," before taking a few steps ahead.
"I do enjoy walking, just not in these torture devices you call shoes," you retorted, emphasizing the pain in your feet, making Chae-Yeong roll her eyes.
You took a deep breath. "Are we..."
"Y/N, we've arrived!" Chae-Yeong exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement as you finally reached your destination.
You looked around and found yourself in a picturesque park with a  lake. The discomfort from your shoes began to fade as the beauty of the surroundings captured your attention.
"Wow, this place is stunning," you admitted
Jungkook turned to you. "See, it was worth the walk, right?"
As the three of you strolled further into the park, the first raindrops began to fall, lightly splattering the ground.
Chae-Yeong chuckled, "Y/N, looks like your prediction was spot on."
You playfully shrugged. "Well, a little rain never hurt anyone."
"I have an idea," Jungkook said, reaching for your hand. "Let's dance in the rain."
"No, I'm good. You both can go." Chae-Yeong said as you and Jungkook look at each other as an agreement.
Chae-Yeong chuckled as she watched the two of you dance in the rain, her umbrella opened overhead, protecting her from the drizzle. She seemed content to be the observer while you and Jungkook twirled and laughed in the midst of the raindrops.
At first, your dancing was playful and carefree. You and Jungkook teased each other while the rain continued to fall around you. But then, your eyes locked, and the world seemed to disappear around you. The playful dance became more intimate, the distance between you closing as your bodies moved in harmony.
Chae-Yeong couldn't help but notice the sudden tension in the air. Raindrops clung to your hair and clothes as you continued to dance, and the intensity of your connection grew stronger with each passing moment. Chae-Yeong couldn't help but smile as she felt the palpable chemistry between you and Jungkook.
As the rain continued to fall, you and Jungkook eventually slowed down your dance. The world seemed to fade into the background as you both moved closer, your clothes clinging to your bodies from the rain.
"You two," she said with a knowing grin, "I think it's time we find a cozier place to dry off."
You and Jungkook nodded in agreement, breaking your gaze to focus on seeking shelter from the rain. Together, the two of you share an umbrella and began to walk away from the picturesque park.
As the three of you searched for a place to take shelter from the pouring rain, Chae-Yeong wore a visibly frustrated expression.
"We walked all this way, and now it starts raining out of the blue," she grumbled.
"I'm sorry, Unnie. Maybe we can try again tomorrow," you offered, trying to comfort her.
"I can't tomorrow; it's my birthday," Jungkook chimed in casually.
"And you didn't mention it?" Chae-Yeong shot both of you a surprised look.
"You attended my birthday party last year, so I thought you knew," he said, playfully nudging you out from under the umbrella.
"We didn't even know we attended your birthday party last year, Jungkook!" your best friend exclaimed with a laugh.
"Are you planning a party?" you asked.
"No, with all these welcome parties and the start of the semester, I'm going to celebrate in two weeks," Jungkook explained, glancing at you. "But the boys and I are planning a boys' night—beer, pizza, and video games."
"That sounds like a blast!" Chae-Yeong's face lit up.
"We can come back on Saturday, though," Jungkook suggested as you both tried to squeeze under the umbrella.
"Sound like a plan to me," you smile.
September, 2017
You woke up with a scratchy throat, feeling worse than yesterday. After your shower, you found Chae-Yeong doing her makeup on the floor, facing your closet mirror.
"Haeun and Min-Ji are joining us, ok? Did Jungkook confirm?" she rattled off, her words racing while your head pounded.
"Nope, he didn't text me since his birthday message yesterday. But, Unnie, I don't think I can make it," you admitted, and she shot you an annoyed look.
"Don't bail on me now, Y/N."
"But, Unnie, I'm feeling really under the weather, and I don't have the energy for all that walking," you said, sneezing. "This is probably from that 'dancing in the rain' stupid idea."
"You were all in when you did it," she countered, gazing at herself in the mirror.
"I think I've caught a cold," you sighed.
Chae-Yeong took a deep breath. "Alright, you stay in. I'll go with the girls."
"Fine, whatever," you mumbled, crawling back into bed and burying yourself under the blankets. "Have fun."
You wake up from your nap and groggily reach for your phone. Jungkook's message pops up.
Jungkook: Hey Y/N, sorry I couldn't make it to the park. I've caught a nasty cold Y/N: that fine, i didn't make it either. im feeling sick too, actually. Jungkook: Really? We must be that rain. How about I come over to your dorm and we can be sick buddies together? Y/N: haha, i'll be okay alone Jungkook: Come on, Y/N, we can watch some movies and I'll bring some soup. It'll be like a mini-sick party Y/N: okay, okay. it will be nice Jungkook: I'll be there soon.
You put your phone down and start to tidy up your dorm room a bit, not wanting it to look like a complete disaster when Jungkook arrives. After a while, you hear a knock on the door. You open it to find Jungkook standing there with a bag in hand.
"Hey," he says with a warm smile, though he looks a bit under the weather himself.
"Hey," you reply, letting him in. "Thanks for coming."
Jungkook sets the bag down on your table, and you notice it's filled with a container of steaming soup.
"I brought chicken noodle soup," he says, grinning. "We're going to have the best mini-sick party ever
You can't help but smile back, grateful for his company.
As you both sit on your bed, enjoying the warm soup, Jungkook playfully teases you. "You look awful," he jokes, and you respond with a playful eye roll.
"Thank you. You look amazing too," you retort, your tone laced with irony.
Jungkook grins proudly and asks, "How's the soup? I made it myself."
You play along, saying, "Okay, and I'm Santa Claus," with a smirk.
He raises an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm serious. Jeez, you become more ironic when you're sick." He takes another spoonful of soup.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know you were such a great cook. It's really good." A genuine smile spreads across your face as you appreciate his effort to make you feel better.
Jungkook's smile widens as he sees your genuine reaction. "Glad you like it," he says, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's my secret recipe for getting better."
As you both finish the soup, there's a moment of uncertainty about what to do next. You're both feeling a bit too sick to think clearly.
"Wanna watch a movie?" you suggest, grabbing your laptop and opening the Netflix website.
"Sure, maybe a horror movie?" Jungkook suggests, settling down on your bed.
"What about 'The Exorcist'?" you propose.
"Never seen it," he admits.
"And you say you like horror movies? It's a classic," you reply, teasing him.
"I don't like old movies," he says with a straight face.
You can't help but burst into laughter and roll your eyes. "You're something else, Jungkook."
As you set up your laptop in a way that both of you can see the screen, you start to worry about the limited space on your bed.
"Do you want to... spoon?" he suggests, half-joking.
You burst into laughter again, but Jungkook remains serious. "What? What's so funny? It's the better way for both of us to feel comfortable."
You can't help but smile at his insistence. "You really are a flirt, aren't you?"
"Okay, never mind," he shrugs, and you sigh.
"We can spoon, but I want to be the bigger spoon," you declare with a grin.
Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. "Alright, Y/N, alright!"
You and Jungkook settle into your makeshift movie-watching position, with you as the bigger spoon. As the opening credits of "The Exorcist" roll, the tension in the room begins to build.
Jungkook glances at you, a playful grin on his face. "So, this is supposed to be scary, right?"
You nod, trying to suppress a smile. "Yeah, one of the scariest. You're in for a treat."
The movie progresses, and the eerie atmosphere starts to creep in. Jungkook occasionally jumps at the suspenseful moments, making you chuckle.
By the time the movie ends, you realize that you're feeling better, not just physically, but emotionally too.
As you put the laptop away, the room falls into an uneasy silence, and you can feel the tension in the air. Spooning with Jungkook had felt surprisingly good, but now you're left wondering if you're the only one who felt that way. Lost in thought, you find yourself gazing at him, and he notices your distant expression, calling out your name.
"You hear what I just said?" he asks.
You blink, trying to shake off your thoughts. "No, I'm sorry. What was that?"
"I was asking what you were thinking," he says, his voice soft.
"I don't know," you lie. "Just college stuff," another dishonest answer. You can't help but feel a strange attraction towards him, especially his full, glossy lips. You chastise yourself for these feelings, wondering where they came from.
"I think I should probably go," he says, starting to get up, but you grab his arm and gently pull him back down.
"Please, stay," you whisper, locking eyes with him, your breaths starting to synchronize. You notice his tongue passing between his lips, and the temptation to kiss him becomes almost unbearable.
"You know I can't even think about it, right?" he says softly, his face inches from yours.
"What?" you ask, your heart racing.
"I can't lay a finger on you, Y/N. You know it," he whispers, his breath against your lips.
"What do you mean?" you inquire, releasing his arm, confusion and desire warring within you.
He looks at you one last time before standing up, his gaze filled with an unspoken tension. You're left both intrigued and bewildered, knowing he won't explain further.
As Jungkook walks away, your mind races with questions and confusion. What had just transpired between the two of you? His words and actions had created an electric tension that seemed impossible to ignore.
The memory of his soft-spoken words, his nearness, and the tantalizing temptation of a kiss lingers in your mind. Your heart beats erratically, and you can't help but feel drawn to him in a way you hadn't before.
You dreaded Mondays like the rest of the world, a universal truth. The day was filled with relentless classes, leaving you barely any time to eat. Relief washed over you as your last class ended, and you could finally retreat to your dorm, or so you thought. Just as you were about to make your way to your room, an unexpected figure blocked your path.
"Y/N," John's presence made your stomach churn. "How've you been?"
You hesitated briefly but plastered on a perfect smile. "John, what brings you here?" You tried your best not to look surprised.
Just strolling around campus and happened to spot you," he replied with a smile. John was undeniably attractive with his green eyes and dark blonde hair, but you knew him as a liar and a cheater. You were certain he was lying again, considering he didn't attend college, and the campus was far from his home.
"Ah, that's nice. Good to see you," you lied, attempting to pass him, but he halted your progress.
"Would you like to grab a coffee and catch up?" He asked with his convincing smile.
"Actually, we're celebrating my birthday at the bar," Jungkook's voice emerged from behind you, and his arms encircled your shoulders.
"Indeed we are," you affirmed.
John glanced at both of you. "Are you sure about that, Y/N?" he inquired.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You placed your arm around Jungkook's waist and, without waiting for John's response, you continued, "Goodbye, John. Catch you later." A smile graced your lips, mirrored by Jungkook.
As you walked away, you couldn't help but express your frustration to Jungkook.
"You didn't have to do that," you sighed.
"I know, but I can't stand him," Jungkook replied. "He was with Lilly."
"Oh, so that's why you were so irritated," you rolled your eyes.
"I'm not jealous, they were hanging out with some friends, bonding over that hippie band they both like, and I happened to see them," he explained, removing his arm from around you.
You struggled to contain another eye-roll.
"I'm not going to a bar, Jungkook. I'm absolutely exhausted. All I need right now is my bed," you declared firmly.
"There's no bar, Y/N. I just made that up."
You couldn't help but chuckle at Jungkook's admission.
"You're such a troublemaker," you playfully scolded him.
Jungkook shrugged with a sly grin.
"Well, I couldn't resist saving you from John."
"Save me?" you laugh and mock him. "Thank you my hero!"
Jungkook chuckles. "That's not what I meant!"
"I know and thank you," you said genuinely.
"He's such an asshole. What does he want with you, after all he's put you through?" Jungkook muttered, his gaze turning elsewhere.
"He's shameless."
"Maybe he missed you," Jungkook laughed without mirth.
"I doubt it," you asserted.
"Maybe he wants your kiss," he teased, puckering his lips together.
"Maybe he does," you retorted, a tinge of anger creeping in as you recalled the almost-kiss you'd shared with Jungkook. "I mean, I am a pretty good kisser."
"Stop it," his tone shifting to seriousness. "Just because you know I can't kiss you..."
"Why, Jungkook? Why can't you?" you asked, your tone level.
"You know exactly why," he replied, his gaze unwavering.
"No, I don't," you stared at him, waiting for an answer, but he remained silent. "You know what? I'm going to my dorm because I'm so exhausted," you declared, not bothering to wait for a response. You didn't believe he would say anything more either. You stormed off toward your dorm, anger coursing through your veins.
"Y/N," Jungkook's voice abruptly interrupted your engrossing book.
You lifted your gaze, a hint of annoyance in your eyes.
"What do you want?" you asked, adjusting yourself in your chair as he took a seat across from you.
"Do you really don't know why we could never even thought about kissing?" His intense gaze locked onto yours, leaving you momentarily vulnerable.
"I honestly don't know, Jungkook."
"Woojin," he said, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"Are you fucking serious?" you asked in frustration. "He doesn't care, and he doesn't need to know."
"What about Yuna?" Jungkook inquired, causing another eye roll from you.
"Honestly, she hasn't spoken to me in ages. She's living her best life with her boyfriend and seems to have forgotten all about you."
"I know she doesn't care, but..." Jungkook began, attempting to explain himself.
"Stop with the excuses, Jungkook. If you're not interested, that's perfectly fine. I'm tired of this." You stood up, closing your book and quickly gathering your belongings.
"Y/N," he reached for your hand, but you pulled away swiftly.
"Seriously, just leave me alone, Jungkook."
As you stormed away from Jungkook, you could feel the weight of the unresolved tension between you both. The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, but your footsteps echoed in your ears as you left him behind.
For awhile, you avoided him, burying yourself in books and assignments to distract from the turmoil within. Jungkook tried reaching out, sending messages and making attempts to talk.
A few days passed before life started to it usual rhythm. You found yourself into him, not in a romantic sense, but there was an undeniable attraction. It sucks when he didn't feel the same, often using excuses or candidly admitting that he didn't share the same feelings.
On that particular night, it was Jungkook's birthday celebration, and you decided to embrace your undeniable charm. You chose to exude confidence, not just for his attention but as a reminder to yourself that you were fucking hot.
As you entered the lively atmosphere of Jungkook's birthday party, your heart raced with anticipation and Chae-Yeong, walked beside you.
Chae-Yeong leaned in, her voice laced with excitement, "Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight!"
I grinned at her, thankful for her support. "Thanks, Chae-Yeong. And you, girl, you're turning amazing too!"
You navigated through the party, sipping on your drinks, and engaging in conversations. As the night progressed, you couldn't help but notice Jungkook in the corner of the room. He looked effortlessly attractive, surrounded by a group of friends.
Taking a deep breath, you approached him with a confident smile. "Hey there! Happy birthday, Jungkook!"
He turned toward you, surprise flickering across his face before he smiled warmly. "Thank you so much, Y/N. I'm glad you could make it."
As the night wore on, the music throbbed, and the energy of the party reached its peak. Chae-Yeong and you found ourselves dancing with a group of friends. Meanwhile, Jungkook had joined the festivities, and our paths crossed several times. Each time you spoke, the conversation flowed more easily, and laughter filled the air.
You just left the bathroom, and as you and Jungkook cross paths, a charged tension hangs in the air.
"You look amazing," he murmurs, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol he's consumed, and you too are feeling the effects of the party.
"Thank you," you reply, trying to walk past him.
"Are you having fun?" he asks, genuine curiosity in his eyes.
"Yes," you smile at him, softening a bit.
"I thought you wouldn't come," he admits, revealing a vulnerability.
"That's absurd," you reply, fixing your hair as you meet his gaze.
"Absurd is not having a single interesting soul at this party," he exclaims, his tone betraying his inebriation, and you can't help but feel irritated.
"Yeah, it is," you pretend not to care, masking your annoyance.
"That's a waste on me," he says, taking another sip of his beer.
"I feel you. I can't seem to find anyone worth my time at this party either."
"Well, you're not allowed to hook up with anyone without my permission," he says, his tone becoming more convincing, and you're growing increasingly annoyed.
"Fuck off, Jungkook," you feel even more angry now.
"I'm serious."
"So, if it depends on you, I'm doomed to be forever alone?" you roll your eyes.
"No, but I need to approve of him first," Jungkook tells you, and you respond with an ironic laugh.
"Seriously, just stop it," you snap, trying to break free from his grip as he grabs your arm.
"I wish I could kiss you," Jungkook confesses, his eyes locked onto yours, and the alcohol coursing through your veins clouds your judgment.
"Woojin doesn't even care about us, Jungkook," you say with growing frustration.
"Ask him," Jungkook presses, bringing his face dangerously close to yours, his beer-scented breath on your lips. "If he says it's okay, I won't interfere anymore. I just want you so badly, Y/N."
You can feel the tension in the air as you contemplate Jungkook's words.
"Okay," you nod, trying hard to keep your distance from him. "I'll send him a text."
"He's not the best at replying," Jungkook says. "Why don't you just call him?"
"Nope, I'm not that desperate."
"I am," he looks at you.
"You've been patient every time I've made a move. You can wait a little longer." You pick up your phone, walking away from Jungkook. You had texted Woojin earlier, but since you don't talk frequently, you're unsure how long it will take for him to respond.
Y/N: Is it okay with you if I want to make out with Jungkook? Y/N: He's a bit afraid you'll be mad at him.
As you wait for a response, you return to the party. You and Jungkook communicate with your eyes, the tension lingering in the air. You check your phone and see Woojin's reply, "Go ahead, it's fine by me." However, you decide not to tell Jungkook. It's your turn to play with him.
"Who wants to play truth or dare?" you hear someone shout, and you eagerly agree.
The group including you and ten other people, including Jungkook, Taehyung and Chae-Yeong gathers in a circle, excitement building as the game of truth or dare begin. The bottle spin, and it lands on Taehyung.
"Truth or dare, Taehyung?" you ask.
"Dare," he replies confidently.
The group huddles together, brainstorming Taehyung's dare. After a moment, they reveal it: "We dare you take a tequila shot."
Taehyung accepts the challenge with a nod, standing up and grabbing the bottle of tequila and a shot glass. The room watches as he pours the liquid and raises the shot glass to his lips, ready to embrace the dare with enthusiasm.
The game continues and the bottle spins again, and this time it lands on Chae-Yeong. She hesitates for a moment before choosing "truth."
The group leans in, eager to hear her answer. You ask the question, your voice filled with curiosity, "Chae-Yeong, have you ever had a secret crush on someone in this room?"
Chae-Yeong blushes, her cheeks turning a shade of pink as she glances around the circle. "I have not." you roll your eyes and for a moment, you thought you couldn't even tell if she was telling the truth. You don't know why, but Chae-Yeong is always really discreet about those things.
As the night goes on, the tension between you and Jungkook remains. The bottle spins again, and this time it lands on Jungkook.
He smirks, his eyes locked onto yours, and he leans in closer. "Truth or dare, Y/N?"
The anticipation in the room is palpable as you reply, "Dare." You want to tease of course.
"I dare you to kiss me." He says and the room cheers. You knew that he might doing this. You roll your eyes in response, but that's exactly what you wanted.
The room falls silent. The tension between you two is undeniable, and your heart races as you make a bold decision. With a smile, you lean in, your lips brushing against the corner of Jungkook's mouth. It's a brief moment, but enough to play with him.
The crowd around you reacts with a mixture of frustration and excitement, their collective noise filling the room. Jungkook gazes at you, a knowing look in his eyes as he fully understands the game you're playing. He bites his lower lip in response, a subtle acknowledgment of the thrilling tension between you two.
As you pull away, Jungkook leans closer, his lips moving in silence, forming words only meant for you.
"You have no idea what you're doing," he communicates silently, a hint of challenge in his eyes. You can't help but smile in response, knowing that this game is far from over.
Chae-Yeong and you decided it was time to head home after a fun but exhausting night of revelry. Both of you were a bit tipsy and desperately needed some rest.
As you prepared to leave, you mentioned, "I need to pee first," and she nodded in understanding. Before heading upstairs, you gently kissed her on the cheek.
As you ascended the staircase, one of the doors unexpectedly open, and a forceful hand pushed you inside. It took a moment for you to realize you were now inside Jungkook's bedroom, a place you had never entered before. With a big bed in the center and a desk with books and some of Jungkook's own impressive paintings. You had always admired his talent for art, but your current situation demanded your full attention.
Jungkook pinned you against the door, his body close to yours, causing your heart to race. You couldn't help but sigh at the proximity. A mischievous smile played on Jungkook's lips as he placed both his hands firmly on your waist, his mouth dangerously close to yours.
"Woojin says he doesn't care about us," you said, fixating your gaze on his tempting lips.
"Oh, really?" Jungkook locked eyes with you before shifting his focus to your mouth.
"Yeah," you replied, your breathing growing faster by the second.
"So, do you believe him, or..." Jungkook began to speak, but you seized the opportunity and try to kiss him. However, just as your lips were about to meet his, he deftly turned his head. "I was talking," he calmly reminded you.
Your patience had reached its limit. You forcefully pressed your body against his in an attempt to break free, but he responded by holding you tighter, finally succumbing to the undeniable attraction between you and sealing the moment with a kiss. His lips moved with a skillful tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, as you deepened the kiss. Jungkook's hands, once firm on your waist, now roamed over your back, pulling you even closer. The warmth of his body pressed against yours was all you needed. His mouth left yours, trailing kisses down your neck.
"Fuck" you sights.
Gasping for breath, you managed to say between kisses, "I can't resist you anymore, Jungkook."
His voice was a husky whisper against your skin, "I've wanted this for so long, too."
With a newfound urgency, you pressed your lips to his once more. The kiss deepened and Jungkook's hands moved with purpose, exploring the contours of your body. Breaking the kiss, Jungkook locked eyes with you, his gaze filled with both desire
"That's it for tonight." he gently nibbled your lower lip and created some distance between your bodies.
You couldn't help but chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes at him. "You really enjoy these games, don't you?" you teased.
A grin spread across his face as he locked eyes with you. "I love them," he confessed.
"Good night, Jungkook" and another eye roll, you began to make your way toward the door. But just as you thought the night was over, he pulled you back in, capturing your lips in one last kiss.
He finally released you with a husky whisper, "You can go now."
Hurrying downstairs, your grin was so infectious that Chae-Yeong couldn't help but notice.
"What's going on down there?" she asked with curiosity.
"Well, maybe Jungkook and I finally kissed."
"No way! Spill the details!" she exclaimed.
You couldn't help but giggle. "Well, let's just say it was worth the wait."
It didn't take long for you to be in Jungkook's bed. You face down as he press his lips all over your skin. As you sights in approval, he lifted your shirt to gain better access to your bare back.
A mischievous grin played on his lips as he remarked, "No bra?"
Your response was a wordless, breathless nod as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through you. His warm lips and skilled tongue continued their journey over your body.
Both of his hands tracing to your ass, holding tightly, drawing an moan from your lips.
"I fucking love your ass." he told you.
He deftly turned you over by your hips, his body now pressing against yours. You can help but open up your legs so he can fit in between them. You feel his dick through his pants as you both keep looking for more friction. You take off his shirt and his hands grab your tits making you moan again. His hands were so big.
"Tell me how much you want me." he looked at you.
"So fucking bad, Jungkook." You responded by running your tongue sensually across your lips, a devilish smile playing on your mouth as you put your hand on his scruff, holding him closer to your body. "I know you can't feel it right now, but I can assure you how wet I already am."
Somehow, it seemed to provoke his anger, but you could tell he was simply desperate. His hands ran over your jeans, unzipping them, as you did the same with his. He looks at you, eyes full of desire as he takes off your pants and runs his fingers over your panties.
"Now I can feel it." as his long fingers runs all over you wet pussy, your breath became even more faster and your legs wide open. You can feel him on your clit as the moves slowly enough to torture you.
"Fuck, Jungkook. Take this off." you say, trying to get rid of your underwear. He smiles and does as you say.
His fingers traced your folders, making you almost dripping as he reaches your entrance. Without hesitation, he puts his index finger inside of you and he laughs so gladly when your pussy as wetness became so evident that it produced an audible sound.
"You're dripping." Jungkook looked at you. "You really want this cock, don't you? You're so messy right now and I didn't even take my dick off my pants," he bit his lip, and your moans grew louder. His expression radiated nothing but satisfaction.
Jungkook remove his finger from your cunt and you sighed, craving more, and he could tell. He placed his finger to his lips, tasting your with a satisfied smile.
"So fucking good." he says as he takes off his pants and you could see his dick marking his underwear. You smile satisfied as he finally takes his boxers off.
His cock was leaking with his pre cum already, so long and thicker than you thought. With throbbing veins all over his length. Jungkook's fingers wrapped around him and starts to pumping. Fuck, you want him inside you so bad.
As he lays on top of you, his gaze locked onto yours. He softly pass his tip between your folders, stealing another moan from your mouth as he place himself in your entrance without penetrating you.
"Fuck, Jungkook." you almost scream. You like to play this little games with him, but your are almost desperate.
Jungkook groans deep and low as he starts to press his hips against yours, stretching you out. He started to move and you could feel evey inche of his cock inside of you, so hard and fast.
You grind your hips, looking at him as he moans so sly. Such a beautiful sound. You can feel his balls brushing against you and your bodies colliding so loudly.
"You feel so fucking good inside" he says as your nails scratch his back. "So fucking tight." He keeps moving into you, moving his hips, now slowly, but you can feel him between your walls.
"Deeper" you murmur, and his expression change. His eyes furrowed, his lips pressed tightly together, and it seemed like you heard a low growl as he thrust deep inside you, reaching your cervix. Your moans grew louder as his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, his nose brushing against yours. Simultaneously, his fingers pressed against your clit, causing your legs to twitch with pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum," you whispered, your voice trembling.
"Come to me, babe," he demanded, and your hips responded by grinding around him, pushing you both closer to the peak of pleasure.
Your orgasm came just before his. Jungkook slow down his moving. You could feel your cunt creamy leaking coating his throbbing length inside you.
He thrust his hips forward, leaving a mess on his sheets and your thighs. You tried to steady your breath as he forced his hips against you one last time.
You locked eyes with each other as he gets out from your pussy and lay beside you. His suggestive expression drew a smile from you as you snuggled into his arms. He kissed your forehead and nuzzled his nose against your cheek, inhaling your smell. Your shared breath filled the room as he brokes the silence
"I swear to God, if I didn't have to wake up so early tomorrow, I would fuck you again," he said with a mischievous grin.
You laughed and tangled your hands with his.
"It's okay if I sleep here?" you asked. You didn't feel like going to your dorm this late.
"Please, stay," he replied, gently kissing your lips one more time.
You rushed through brushing your teeth with the toothbrush you always carried, desperate to escape the shared bathroom. Anxiety crept in knowing it wasn't just Jungkook's; Jimin, Tae, and Jin shared it too. You longed to slip away unnoticed, so you practically sprinted back to Jungkook's room.
Inside, you found Jungkook fresh from his shower, water droplets still trickling from his damp hair. He stood before the mirror, dressed in just light jeans, casually towel-drying his hair, and you couldn't help but steal a glance, a moment charged with unspoken tension.
"Hi," you whispered shyly, unable to tear your eyes away from his flexing abs.
"Hi again," he responded with a wide grin.
"I think I might be going," you stammered, feeling a sudden rush of nerves as he let go of his blue towel.
"Okay, but first..." He stepped closer, the scent of his fresh shower filling your senses. His hands found your hips, and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. "I hope you missed me."
You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully. "Are you thinking about me?" you teased.
"I don't know. Should I?" he replied, gazing into your eyes.
"Maybe if I give you something to remember," you purred, wetting your lips with a slow, teasing swipe of your tongue. You placed your hands on his shoulders, guiding him to sit on the edge of his bed, a wicked glint in your eyes.
"Y/N..." he murmured, shaking his head slightly, but you responded with a playful smile. You knelt down between his thighs.
"I need to go in like 10 minutes," he warned.
"That's more than enough," you replied, locking eyes with him as you confidently unzip his jeans and pulled them down. His tongue moistened his bottom lip in anticipation as you allowed him to fully undress.
"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, rolling his eyes, a mixture of frustration and desire in his gaze. Your tongue traced along his inner thighs, and you watched his reaction as he sighed in approval. With your fingers wrapped around his cock, you began to pump, slowly but steadily as your lips continued to kiss his skin.
Jungkook's fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he urged your lips harder against his skin. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you let your tongue trace a path along his defined abs. Wet and warm kisses trailed down his V-line while your hand continue to working on his dick.
He couldn't hold back a moan as soon as your lips kissed his tip, your tongue flicking over his sensitive surface. You took your time, savoring every inch of his length, tracing the contours of his veins with your tongue, and sucking his balls as you jerk him off and eliciting needy whimpers from him. A satisfied smile played on your lips as you let his balls go, and with a wicked gleam in your eyes as you took him fully into your mouth.
Jungkook's eyes rolled back in pleasure as your head moved up and down, taking him deeper and deeper. He couldn't help but guide your head, his hips grinding as he pushed himself further into your throat. You met his gaze as his movements pushed his cock deeper down your throat.
"You can take me so well, don't you?" he says with his filthy tone.
You blinked your eyes a couple of times, working to relax your throat muscles, allowing him to go even deeper. His cockhead grazed your throat, and your gag reflex made itself known, tears welling up in your eyes as you pushed your limits to please him.
His moans filled the room, as he rutted into your mouth. You could distinctly feel his dick throbbing inside your wet warmth. Tears streamed from your eyes as his moans took on a sinful edge, driving you to continue your efforts to make he go crazy.
"Should I fill up your pretty mouth?" Jungkook asked, and you nodded, rolling your eyes as you sucked his dick, making sure you could feel every inch of him. "Fuck, Y/N, your mouth is so fucking delicious," he groaned, and it was the last thing he managed to say before releasing himself slowly inside your throat.
As Jungkook's hips withdrew from your mouth, you could taste his salty essence coating your tongue, even a few drops trickling from the corner of your lips.
Jungkook held your cheeks with his fingers, pressing your skin as he locked eyes with you, his cheeks flushed.
"Swallow," he demanded, and you complied without hesitation.
A satisfied smile crossed his face, and you smiled back as he settled into the bed.
"Fuck," he muttered, his breathing still heavy. "I'll return the favor."
"I know you will," you replied with a knowing smile as you got up.
"Y/N... are you on... any contraceptive methods?" he asked in a hushed tone.
"Yeah, I have an IUD," you answered. "I'm not used to not using condoms, though. Yesterday was an exception."
"Yeah, me too," he said as he zipped up his jeans. "And I'm clean, promise."
"I believe in you," you said, moving closer to him, and you shared another kiss.
Jungkook got up from his bed, putting on his shirt. "I gotta go, but I'll be thinking of you the whole damn day."
You smiled and let him go, waiting a little longer for the house to empty out before slipping away without being seen.
You waited patiently until you were sure the house had emptied out, taking a moment to gather your thoughts and adjust your appearance.
That morning, you, Chae-Yeong, and Min-Ji decided to grab lunch from the cafeteria. The three of you found corner to sit and enjoy your meal. As you sipped on your drink, you noticed Jungkook across the room, surrounded by a lively group of friends. A warm smile spread across your face, and you couldn't resist waving at him. Jungkook noticed your wave and returned it with a friendly gesture before returning to his friends.
Min-Ji couldn't help but ask.
"So, Jungkook..." she began, her eyes filled with intrigue.
You turned your attention from Jungkook to Min-Ji.
"What about Jungkook?"
"Are you too a thing?" Min-Ji smiles.
Chae-Yeong, sitting beside you, bit her lip in anticipation, eager to hear your response.
With a calm and collected demeanor, you replied, "No. Why do you ask?"
Min-Ji leaned in closer, her curiosity unabated.
"Come on," she urged. "There's gotta be something more to it."
You exchanged a knowing glance with Chae-Yeong, who had been your confidante.
She couldn't hold back her excitement any longer and chimed in, "Yeah, spill the tea."
You chuckled, well aware that Chae-Yeong was privy to the whole story.
"Trust me," you teased, "there's nothing to spill, and we should keep eating since we have class in like 10 minutes."
As you returned your attention to your meal, the cafeteria buzzed with the usual midday activity and you couldn't help but steal a glance in Jungkook's direction. You couldn't help but wish that Jungkook would give you a bit more attention. As you and your friends got up to leave the cafeteria for your class, you look at him one more time, but he doesn't seem to even notice your presence.
Sitting at your cramped desk in your dorm room, you're engrossed in your reading for the morning class. Concentration is proving elusive, but you're determined to maintain consistency in your studies.
Suddenly, your phone screen lights up, casting a soft glow across your desk, and you can't help but break into a smile. You've been eagerly anticipating a message from Jungkook all day, and finally, it has arrived.
Jungkook: Hi. Y/N: hey, did you miss me? Jungkook: Yeah, very much. Y/N: you're such a liar. Jungkook: I'm not. Jungkook: What about you? Y/N: i did. i always do. Jungkook: You are the liar. Y/N: im not! lol Jungkook: You never seem to miss me. Y/N: and you do? Jungkook: Yes! I'm always demonstrating my affection Jungkook: Anyways I'm going to sleep. So fucking tired. My day was full. Y/N: hey, don't go yet... Y/N: i really did missed you. Y/N: did you think about earlier? Jungkook: Fuck, don't say that. Jungkook: I couldn't forget, and if you keep reminding me of how good your mouth feels when... Jungkook: Never mind, I'm sleeping right now! Y/N: i couldn't stop thinking about you all day. Jungkook: Fuck, I wish you could come over. Y/N: whenever you want... Jungkook: you are on my disposal? Y/N: hahahaha. maybe. Jungkook: Maybe? Y/N: i can't come right now because i have to finish some reading for tomorrow. Jungkook: So, I have to share you only with your studies? Y/N: yeah. Y/N: and first, you have to miss me. Jungkook: More? Y/N: just a little bit. Jungkook: Okay. Y/N: goodnight, jungkook. Jungkook: Goodnight, Y/N.
After your first class of the day ended, you relished the prospect of a leisurely morning before your next class after lunch. As you walked toward your dorm, you were surprised to spot Jungkook standing right outside your door. A smile naturally crept across your face, mirrored by Jungkook's warm expression.
You approached him and inquired, "What brings you here?"
"Just wanted to say hello. I knew you had a class later, so I thought I'd drop by."
Your smile widened, and you playfully pecked the corner of his lips.
"Well, why don't you come in?" Without waiting for an answer, you opened the door and welcomed him into your room, relieved that Chae-Yeong, wasn't around.
You quickly placed your belongings on your desk.
"I was wondering if I could steal a kiss before I head to class," Jungkook broke the silence, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Your laughter filled the room, closing the distance between you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shared a soft kiss. His hands found your hips, drawing you closer, fingers lightly tracing the fabric of your jeans.
Your senses heightened, you reveled in the sensation of Jungkook's body pressed against yours as he walked with you. He guided you until your back met the door, as his lips found their way to your neck, his tongue traced patterns across your skin. Your fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, and you let out a soft moan of pleasure, your body responding to his every touch.
"It was just a kiss?" you teased.
Jungkook abruptly halted all of his touching. You don't understand at first and a furrow formed on your brow as you looked at him, your confusion evident.
"What's the matter?" you asked, seeking an explanation for his sudden change.
"I have to go," he stated simply, his expression a complex mix of emotions that left you feeling uncertain.
"What the fuck?" you blurted out in frustration as he turned away from you. "Did I do something wrong?"
He faced you again, his gaze intense.
"You just cut me off."
"What?" You almost chuckled, disbelief evident in your voice. "I was just teasing you."
"If you didn't want me..." he began.
"Stop it," you interjected, your frustration clear as you moved closer to him. "I want you, can't you see that? Please, don't go."
His shoulders seemed tense, and for a moment, you worried that you had somehow crossed a line. You reached out and gently turned him to face you, your eyes searching his for any sign of understanding.
"I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression," you said softly, "I was teasing."
As he remained silent, his phone suddenly pierced the tense quiet with its ringing. He answered the call, and you took a seat on your bed, your frustration palpable.
"I really have to leave right now," he sighed, slipping the phone back into his pocket. "I'm so sorry."
You watched him as he walked away, a heavy feeling of regret settling in your chest.
Later on that morning, he sends you a text.
Jungkook: I'm really sorry about today. I don't even know what happened. Jungkook: Can we talk later? I'd love to see you, and maybe I can explain everything. We might go somewhere... I don't know. Y/N: don't worry, i was just a bit confused. and we can definitely talk later Y/N: where should we meet? Jungkook: I'll send you the address later. Or do you want to go together? Y/N: your call! Jungkook: Alright, I'll text you the details.
You hate yourself right now. You hate yourself because the last time you had feelings for someone, it ended with you getting cheated on and your heart broken. You hate yourself because it's been four days since you had sex with Jungkook, and for the last two days, he simply ghoshted you. You hate yourself because you feel that something has changed between you and Jungkook. You hate yourself because those moments with Jungkook felt different.
It's been ages since someone made you feel those fluttering butterflies in your stomach. You've tried hitting him up, sending messages, but he's just didn't text you back after say he wanted to met. It's frustrating because you can't help but feel like a fool for craving his attention so desperately. This isn't your usual self, and it's maddening to see him hanging out with friends, seemingly without a care for you. But, honestly, screw it. You just need a solid distraction right now.
"Chae-Yeong, tonight's the night for the bar – double drinks and lots of fun."
"I'm not coming, sorry." She glances at you, her hands shielding her head.
"Please, Unnie, I really need you!" Your voice trembles with desperation.
Chae-Yeong rolls her eyes.
"Fine, fine. But I might have to swing by our dorm earlier. My drinking mood isn't exactly on point right now."
"Sure, no problem. Let's make it a fun night!"
As you and Chae-Yeong head to the bar, the lively atmosphere starts to lift your spirits. You both find a spot and order your drinks, trying to shake off the worries of the day.
"What's bothering you, Unnie?" you sip your drink as you turn to your best friend.
"Just found out." she sighs. "My mom is getting married again."
"Do you even know the guy?"
"No, they've only been dating for two months."
"What? That's surprising." You look genuinely astonished.
"I know. My dad would hate it if he could see this."
As you and Chae-Yeong attempted to wash away your troubles with some alcohol, you see Taehyung's grinning face, popping up like a friendly surprise.
"Hey, girls," he smiles at you both.
"Hi, Taehyung. Join us if you want."
Tae shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. "That's fine, just came to say hi. I'm with some friends," he says, gesturing to his friends.
For a brief moment, you contemplated scanning his entourage for a familiar face, maybe a certain someone named Jungkook. But you quickly dismissed the idea. Jungkook wasn't on tonight's thoughts.
Taehyung lingers at your table for a bit longer, then playfully nudges you with his elbow.
"Looks like someone might jealous of us having a good time here," he grins mischievously.
You raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips. "Jealous? Well, it's hard to be jealous when he's been giving me the silent treatment," you reply with a playful eye roll. "He's got no room to complain."
Taehyung bursts into laughter. "Fair point," he concedes before heading back to his friends.
Chae-Yeong gives you a knowing look and offers some advice. "You should really talk to him, you know."
You let out a deep sigh, your frustration evident.
"I'm torn, honestly," you admit. "It's hard not to be angry when he's always been the one preaching about clear communication, yet he's the one avoiding me and keeping me in the dark. It doesn't feel fair. I mean, if it was just a one-night thing, fine, but he keeps sending mixed signals like saying he missed me. It's all so confusing."
"I get it. But maybe he has his own reasons or is going through something himself. It might be worth having an open conversation to clear the air."
"I don't know what to do." you admitted. "But I want to go home."
"Yeah, me too. Let's go."
As you and Chae-Yeong make your way back to your dorms, the night air is surprisingly refreshing. Once you arrive at your dorm, you collapse onto your bed with a sigh. Chae-Yeong joins you, sitting on the edge of her own bed.
"I know it's tough right now," she begins, "but remember, you deserve clarity and respect. If Jungkook can't provide that, it might be time to reevaluate things."
You wake up later than usual, grateful for the absence of morning classes. As you pick up your phone, you notice a text from Jungkook that immediately spikes your frustration.
Jungkook: ...
Feeling exasperated by his cryptic behavior, you decide to reply, not holding back your annoyance.
Y/N: okay, i give up. i've tried talking to you to make things better, but it only gets more confusing. Jungkook: Y/N. Y/N: jungkook. Jungkook: Do you have any feelings for me? Jungkook: Be honest.
You're annoyed but decide to be candid, even though it's hard to admit your true feelings when you're in a defensive mood.
Y/N: i knew you'd think that, but no, i do not have feelings for you. Jungkook: Hey, it's fine. I'm just wondering. Jungkook: I'm not drawing any conclusions. Jungkook: But I'm glad you're not.
You roll your eyes, realizing that this conversation isn't productive. You don't want to appear vulnerable, especially when you suspect he doesn't share the same feelings.
Y/N: why do you ask? Jungkook: Just don't give up on me and our friendship. Jungkook: I know I screw up, and I'm so sorry. Jungkook: I promise to get better, but it's hard for me to look at you and not want to fuck you. Jungkook: and things are just so complicated right now, and I don't have time to do anything. Jungkook: and you ask a lot of questions. Jungkook: I just want to come to your dorm and spend the rest of the day with you, but I can't. Y/N: look, jungkook, this whole situation is just confusing, and I'm not sure what you want from me either. Jungkook: I get it. It's complicated. Y/N: yeah, it is. Jungkook: I needed some time to sort things out, that's all. Y/N: i understand that, but clear communication is key, remember? Jungkook: You're right. Y/N: so, what now? Jungkook: Let's meet up and talk in person. Maybe we can figure things out. Y/N: im coming over.
Grinding on his lap with his mouth around your nipple isn't exactly what you guys meant by talk in person, but God, it just feels so fucking good. You moan loudly and you could feel his cock under you as his shirtless body press against yours.
You both reluctantly pull away from each other, the moment interrupted by the persistent ringing of your phone. Jungkook smirks as he glances at the caller ID.
"Oh, look, John is calling you," he says ironically.
You reach for your phone, taking it from his hand and swiftly silencing the ringer. Jungkook then places both hands on your hips, gently lifting you up from his lap.
"Just get up, please," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You chuckle and stand up, adjusting your disheveled clothes.
The room is heavy with tension as you exchange frustrated words with Jungkook. Your emotions are running high, and the frustration boils over.
"Are you mad at me?" you ask him, your voice laced with irritation.
"Fuck, Y/N," he responds but doesn't provide a clear answer. The silence lingers as he begins to put his shirt back on.
"Okay," you say, your annoyance evident.
"Okay," he repeats, his tone matching yours.
"I can't believe this, but okay," you mutter, your anger growing. "You know exactly what you're doing."
"Okay," he responds again, and you roll your eyes.
"Are you jealous? Is that it?"
Jungkook sighs, clearly annoyed.
"Goodnight, Y/N," he says, seemingly trying to avoid the conversation.
"You're such an asshole, Jungkook," you whisper, trying to keep your voice down. "I'm so annoyed."
"Because I didn't fuck you?" he laughs sarcastically. "I have a better reason to be annoyed."
"Don't be ridiculous," you retort. "Are you jealous? Tell me." He avoids eye contact, which only fuels your anger. "I'm here trying to make things better, and you're acting like this."
"Oh, Y/N, you're always mad at me."
"Stop being so difficult."
"Go away," he says in a low voice.
"No, let's talk. You're so confusing," you say, determined to get to the bottom of this.
Jungkook stands and sits back down on his bed, clearly exasperated.
You lean against the wall, staring at him. "I want to make things better, and I want you."
"I wanted you too, but I just realized you want everyone," he retorts, still avoiding eye contact.
"Because of John?" you question, bewildered. "Jungkook, I don't even talk to him! You can look through my phone. I don't know why he would call me."
"It's not because of him!" Jungkook finally meets your gaze. "I'm mad because you make me so fucking confused. Ever since I've known you, Y/N, you've told me you're not the relationship type, you don't fall in love, you don't get attached," he explains, closing the distance between you. "All of this. So ever since our first kiss, I was prepared for this, and you know that I'm completely the opposite." His eyes lock with yours. "You kept showing interest, and that's fine because I felt the same way. But I told you that I'm attached, and I tried to slow down to protect myself. But you were hurt because 'I didn't care,' and I was losing my mind trying to understand you," he continues, his voice filled with frustration. "I can't help but feel that you're playing games with me," Jungkook admits, his tone raw. "And this call made me realize how well I know you, Y/N. It's so unfair because you're the one not being clear about what you want."
The room is filled with the weight of his words.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not playing games with you," you say, your voice quivering. "But you..." you sigh. "You're making me feel things that I don't know how to explain."
"I wish I didn't make you feel things. It would be simpler," he says, his gaze unwavering. "Let's not do this anymore and just be friends again."
"Okay," you feel a sense of frustration and vulnerability overwhelming you.
"I don't know when you'll stop caring anymore, and I don't want to get hurt."
"You're the one who doesn't care," you roll your eyes.
"If you want to put me in this position, that's fine. But we both know what's really going on."
"I just opened my heart to you..."
"You opened your heart?" he interrupts. "You don't even know what you feel."
"You just don't want anyone to get attached to you."
"That's not it, but maybe you'll just accept this answer," he rolls his eyes, frustrated. "Everything here was a mistake."
"Wow, okay," you're lost for words, your emotions swirling.
"Y/N, it's not working, and I just want to go back to how we were. It's better, simpler," he looks at you. "Do you understand? I don't want to lose your friendship; it means too much to me."
You can't face him, and you can't make sense of your feelings. Your heart feels like it's breaking, and you can't even look at him.
"I have these feelings for you too, but I don't know how to explain them. I enjoy being with you, a lot, but my life is a mess right now. I just got back from Canada, people from my past are resurfacing, and it's not fair to drag you into this chaos. I promise if something changes, I'll let you know."
"Okay," you say so softly that you're not sure if your voice is audible.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly, and for a moment, it feels like nothing has changed.
"I'm going home," you say, distancing yourself.
"Okay," he smiles at you, and you manage a weak smile in return.
You leave Jungkook's place, the weight of the conversation heavy on your shoulders. As you step out into the cool night air, you find yourself replaying his words in your mind. Confusion and uncertainty swirl within you.
October, 2017
As you lay in bed that night after your conversation with Jungkook, you believed that things would get better between you two. However, just two days later, your hope began to wane as you noticed him actively avoiding you. In response, you decided to match his distance, unwilling to chase after someone who seemed so disinterested in maintaining your friendship. It was ironic, considering he was the one who had once valued your bond. A week passed, and you realized that you no longer saw him around campus, just like what happened with Woojin. Both had seemingly disappeared from your life. However, rumors circulated about Jungkook. You couldn't escape the whispers, since you had mutual friends.
Exactly two weeks after the silence had settled between you and Jungkook, Jimin extended an invitation to a house party. You hesitated, reluctant to enter Jungkook's home while he continued to ignore you. Your emotions were a mixture of anger and indifference, yet you preferred to keep these feelings concealed. You were aware that only two people were privy to the details of your situation with Jungkook – Chae-Yeong and Taehyung. As far as you could tell, your other friends remained in the dark. You wondering what he told others when they asked about why you two no longer spoke.
In an attempt to move on, you agreed to a date with a classmate on the same day as the party. It was a fun evening, though nothing extraordinary. Returning to your dorm early, you relished in your own company, immersing yourself in a book. The following morning, Chae-Yeong, as expected, provided you with a detailed account of the party.
"It was a good party, though nothing particularly exciting," Chae-Yeong remarked as she reclined on your bed. "They had this crazy beer pong bet where the loser had to walk naked in the backyard. Lee ended up being the unfortunate loser, and he seemed oddly comfortable with that."
You both chuckled at the absurdity of it. "Oh, thank goodness I missed that," you replied with a shudder. "I'd have nightmares for a month if I'd witnessed that."
Chae-Yeong's tone shifted slightly as she continued, "And guess who else was there? Jungkook, with Lilly. I think they might be back together."
You couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions at the mention of Jungkook's name.
"Really?" you responded nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "I kind of saw that coming."
Chae-Yeong studied your face, sensing your true feelings. "How do you actually feel about it?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I suppose it's fine. What really irks me, though, is the whole 'keeping our friendship because it means a lot to me' speech he gave and then never talking to me again."
Your words held a hint of frustration, revealing the complexity of your emotions regarding Jungkook's actions.
Chae-Yeong nodded in understanding.
"I get what you mean, Y/N. It's frustrating when someone says one thing but does another. It's like he disappeared from your life without a word."
You sighed.
"Exactly. It's as if our friendship didn't mean anything to him."
"He's an asshole."
"He is!" you agree.
"Let's not talking about him." Chae-Yeong's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she shifted the conversation. "So, tell me more about your date last night. Was it fun?"
"Yeah, it was nice. We went to that new Italian place downtown. The food was great, and we had some good conversation."
Chae-Yeong raised an eyebrow playfully. "Just good conversation? Anything more exciting happen?"
You laughed, knowing she was fishing for details.
"Well, we did take a stroll through the park afterward. It was a beautiful night, and the park was empty, so we had it all to ourselves."
Chae-Yeong grinned mischievously.
"A romantic walk in the park, huh?"
"Shut up, Chae-Yeong!" you laughed. "I don't even know if we'll have a second date."
Chae-Yeong laughed along with you, her teasing nature shining through. "Oh, come on, Y/N!"
"Well, I don't. I think for now it's just time to have fun..."
"For you, it's always time to have fun," she said with an eye roll.
"Well, yeah. I don't wanna be with anyone."
"You never want to be," she gestured, and you sensed a tone of judgment in her voice.
"So what? I was living my life, and John showed up and messed me up with a bunch of lies and gaslighting. And now, the first time since I had feelings for someone after him, it was and still is a disaster. Jungkook is crazy, and I'm in the middle of the chaos he created." You felt defensive. "Boys at school never looked at me, Chae-Yeong. I was never interested enough, and now I finally am. So I'm sorry if I want to experience people and different dates."
"Okay, you know what you do. I'm just saying..."
"You are in no position to judge me. You went on one date since you got here, and I do not blame you."
"Maybe because I'm not really into it right now!" she began to raise her tone, and you noticed it was turning into a fight, which was unusual for you two.
"That's fine, but I am. So don't be a jerk about it," you stood your ground, and she didn't say anything, but the tension hung in the air. She got up and left the room.
You felt terrible, but you knew you were right. You had done nothing wrong.
Feeling the weight of the argument with Chae-Yeong, you decided to leave your dorm room and take a walk to the familiar fountain where you and Jungkook had often met last year.
As you approached the fountain, you were surprised to find Jungkook there, sitting on the edge, lost in his own thoughts. His presence stirred a mixture of emotions, from anger to sadness, and a hint of longing for the friendship that had once been so meaningful.
He turned to look at you, his expression a mix of surprise and guilt. "Y/N," he began, his voice softer than usual.
"What's going on, Jungkook? We used to be so close, and now you're just avoiding me. You of all people know that honesty is the key, and yet you're giving me the silent treatment."
Jungkook sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I know, Y/N. I messed up, and I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Jungkook. We were friends, over everything and you just ghosted me without any explanation."
He looked down at his hands, clearly struggling with his emotions. "I didn't want to fight again. I didn't want to hurt you even more."
Your anger flared at his words. "So, what, you decided it was better to just cut me out of your life completely? That's not how friendship works, Jungkook."
"I know, but things got so complicated between us," he admitted, finally meeting your eyes. "And I know you're sensitive about us, and Lilly and I decided to try again."
You couldn't help but feel a pang of pain, though you knew it wasn't just about Jungkook's relationship. "I don't care about Lilly or your relationship or what happened between us," you said with more vulnerability than you intended to show. "I'm sad and so fucking angry because you treated me like I didn't mean anything to you."
Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the ground, his shoulders slumped with the weight of your words. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check.
"Jungkook, I'm not saying you can't be with Lilly or that we can't work through our issues. But you can't just shut me out without explanation, especially after all we've been through."
He finally looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of remorse and longing. "You're right, Y/N. I should have talked to you. I should have been upfront about everything."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to hold them back. "I miss our friendship, Jungkook. We were always there for each other, no matter what. I just want to understand why you pushed me away."
Jungkook's expression softened as he reached out to wipe away a tear that had escaped your eye. "I pushed you away because I was afraid, Y/N. I was afraid that if we talked, we would end up fighting again, and I didn't want to lose you for good."
As you and Jungkook sat by the fountain, it became clear that while you both desired to make things better, but things were far from being okay at that moment. You both sat in silence, the fountain's gentle splashes of water seemed to echo the uncertainty that hung between you.
The tension in the air was thick, and neither of you seemed ready to break the silence. As you sat there, you couldn't help but wonder if giving Jungkook a taste of his own medicine would make him realize how asshole he was. Part of you wanted to make him understand what it felt like to be shut out without explanation.
"I've got to go," you finally broke the lingering silence as you stood up.
Jungkook looked at you with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Already?" he inquired, his voice soft.
You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to reveal your true feelings. "Yeah," you replied, your tone colder than you intended.
"But..." Jungkook started, clearly wanting to say more, but he stopped himself. You rolled your eyes, feeling impatient. "Are we good?"
You looked at him, torn between honesty and the desire to protect yourself. After a moment, you decided to keep things simple. "Yeah," you repeated, offering him a fake smile.
With that, you turned and walked away, heading in the direction of the cafeteria. Deep down, you knew that you weren't truly "good." But for now, you chose to keep those feelings hidden, not ready to confront the complicated mess of your friendship with Jungkook.
You enter the cafeteria, scanning the room until your eyes land on Chae-Yeong chatting with a group of her friends. "Just my luck," you think, realizing you'd rather avoid any further confrontation.
In search of a quiet spot, you choose an isolated table close to the window, where you can sip your coffee and take in the view.
Just as you settle into your quiet moment, Chae-Yeong unexpectedly approaches. She glances at the chair across from you and asks, "Mind if I sit?"
"Go ahead."
Chae-Yeong takes a seat across from you, and as she does, she takes a deep breath.
"I want to apologize, Y/N," she begins, "I shouldn't have said those things earlier. I was out of line. I realize now that I was jealous, and it made me act selfishly. I thought you could be so open about your sexuality while I have to hide all the time."
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not entirely understanding her.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm jealous of your ability to be yourself," she confesses, her voice quivering. "I've been struggling with this for a while, and I didn't know how to tell you."
"Struggling with what, Chae-Yeong?"
She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "I think I might be a lesbian, or maybe bi. I'm not entirely sure yet. But it's been eating at me, and I didn't know how to admit it to myself, let alone to you."
Chae-Yeong's confession takes you by surprise.
You reach out and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Chae-Yeong, it's okay. I understand now, and I'm here for you. You don't have to hide anything from me."
Tears well up in her eyes as a wave of relief washes over her. "Thank you, Y/N. I'm sorry for how I acted."
You look into Chae-Yeong's eyes, her emotions laid bare before you, and you find it impossible to hold back your own feelings any longer. "Chae-Yeong," you say, your voice trembling with sincerity, "You're my best friend, I love you."
Chae-Yeong's eyes widen in surprise, her lips forming a stunned smile, "I love you too."
The news of your parents' divorce had left you feeling like your world was crumbling. The tension at home had become unbearable, and you found solace in staying away as much as possible. As the holiday season approached, both of your parents, became strangely competitive for your attention. It was as if they were trying to outdo each other in an effort to win back your affection.
Your dad, suggested that the two of you spend New Year's in the city of New York. On the other hand, your mom, proposed a visit to your aunt's home on Jeju Island. Caught in the middle of this war, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by their competing desires. It seemed as though they were using your presence as a way to validate their own choices.
"Hey, why not come home with me?" Chae-Yeong leaned forward.
"Well, Chae-Yeong, you're meeting your mom's fiancé for the first time. I wouldn't want to crash your family party."
"Or you could come to my place. Nothing special there, but it's cozy." Min-Ji, offered her with a shrug.
A genuine smile crossed your face as you appreciated her gesture.
"You know what, Min-Ji? That might be a good call," you admitted, your frustration evident in your voice. "I really don't want to be caught in the middle. Their divorce is their business, not mine. I shouldn't have to pick a side."
As the three of you continued your conversation in the stairwell of one of your college buildings, you noticed a familiar face approaching, Lilly. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, cast a lingering gaze in your direction.
Despite the complex history with Jungkook, you couldn't help but admit that Lilly was a nice person. You had tried to find reasons to dislike her, given the situation, but couldn't find any good reason.
However, it was clear that Lilly didn't share the same sentiment. Her expression conveyed a certain coolness towards you as she greeted the group.
"Hey, girls," she said, her tone polite.
The dynamic between you and Lilly was undeniably strained, a reflection of the complicated entanglements that had unfolded in your life recently.
"Lilly! Join us," Min-Ji exclaimed as she got up and warmly hugged her friend.
"Yeah, I was thinking," Lilly began, "maybe you girls would want to come over to my place? My boyfriend and his friends are swinging by with some beer and games. We're celebrating my new driver's license."
You couldn't help but wonder if her invitation was genuinely friendly or if there was an undercurrent of connection because of Jungkook. Lilly hadn't been a regular presence in your life before.
"That sounds like a fantastic idea!" Chae-Yeong chimed in.
You hesitated for a moment. "Sure, why not?" you said, hoping that this could be an opportunity to build a more positive connection with Lilly.
"You know I'm always willing to celebrate with my best friend." Min-Ji said and Lilly and her share a smile.
"So, let's go."
The walk to Lilly's house was filled with conversation. It was not a long journey and as you chatted, you couldn't help but wonder if you had misjudged Lilly. Perhaps she liked you, and maybe she wasn't even aware of the complicated history between you and Jungkook.
Arriving at her house, your thoughts were briefly interrupted as you noticed Jungkook standing there, his welcoming smile directed at you. Your heart skipped a beat, but then you watched as he shared a quick kiss with Lilly, reminding you of the current dynamic. You looked away momentarily and greeted the other boys with a friendly "hi."
As the celebration kicked off, the atmosphere in Lilly's house became festive. The living room was filled with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses. You joined in on the fun and it didn't take long for the initial awkwardness fade away.
Out in the backyard, you found yourself on the trampoline, joined by Jimin. The two of you bounced around, carefree and full of energy. Meanwhile, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung relaxed on the grass nearby, sharing a joint of weed. Min-Ji and Jin were engrossed in a flirty conversation. Jungkook, Yoongi, Lilly, and Chae-Yeong were in charge of the music and refreshments. They formed a lively group, laughing and clinking their drinks together as they took turns selecting songs.
As you and Jimin finally settled down on the trampoline, tired from all the jumping. Lying side by side, you both gazed up at the starry night sky, feeling the gentle swaying of the trampoline beneath you.
In the distance, you heard laughter and glanced over to the small group gathered on the grass. Namjoon, with his signature grin, playfully pointed in your direction.
You were about to respond, when Yoongi chimed in with a mischievous grin. "Even our friends on the trampoline seem to be having a romantic star-gazing session."
Their laughter echoed through the night, and you exchanged a knowing look with Jimin, both of you blushing just slightly.
"Hey, there's nothing romantic happening here!" you protested, trying to defend your innocence.
Chae-Yeong chimed in, her tone dripping with humor, "Oh, come on, Y/N and Jimin, don't be shy. We've all seen those romantic movies."
Jimin chuckled, "Yeah, but this isn't a movie. It's just stargazing."
Namjoon added, "Well, you know what they say about stargazing. It's the perfect setting for, uh, sparks to fly."
The group erupted into laughter again, but this time, you noticed that Jungkook's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. His gaze lingered on you and Jimin, his expression subtly tenser than before. Lilly, too, seemed to sense his unease, and a quiet tension settled between them.
"So, Y/N and Jimin, when's the wedding?" Taehyung asked.
This earned more laughter from your friends, but it also deepened the tension in the air, particularly between Jungkook and Lilly.
You looked away trying to pretend you're not paying attention, but, suddenly, Lilly's abrupt slammed the back door and the shut echoed through the yard, causing everyone to turn their heads in surprise.
"Maybe we should go, Y/N," Chae-Yeong suggested. She had noticed the palpable tension as well.
"Yeah," you agreed, quickly rising from the trampoline.
"Don't run away from Jimin!" Jin chimed in with a playful tone, trying to lighten the mood.
You forced a laugh, though you couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that had settled in.
As you and Chae-Yeong made your move to leave, Jungkook approached, a hint of desperation in his eyes. "Don't go," he pleaded.
You hesitated for a moment. "We have to finish some stuff for tomorrow's class in the morning," you lied, offering an excuse to leave.
Jungkook didn't seem satisfied with your explanation, but he nodded reluctantly. "Let me at least take you both to the door," he offered.
Reluctantly, you agreed, saying your goodbyes to the rest of the group. The night had taken an unexpected turn.
As the three of you walked towards the door, Jungkook held your arm, creating a slight but palpable distance between the two of you.
Jungkook's voice was filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desperation as he implored, "Please, Y/N, anyone but Jimin. He's my best friend."
You met his earnest gaze.
"Jungkook, they were just teasing. You know that."
Reluctantly, he let go of your arm, his shoulders slumping slightly in relief. "Just promise me."
"Jungkook," Chae-Yeong interjected "perhaps it's a good time to check on your girlfriend. She's the one who could use your company right now, not Y/N."
Chae-Yeong's comment cut through the tension like a knife, and it was a reminder that Jungkook had his girlfriend to attend to. You turned to Jungkook, meeting his gaze, but words seemed to escape you in that moment.
With a heavy sigh, you simply nodded and said, "Goodnight, Jungkook."
Chae-Yeong firmly took your hand, leading you away from the house and into the cool night air. Her frustration was evident as she muttered, "Asshole. Who does he think he is?"
December, 2017
You were slowly getting tired of college parties. Always with the same crowd, the same drinking games, and the same playlist on repeat. Seated alone, a cup of an unspecified drink in your hand, you gazed up at the night sky, the music serving as a distant backdrop. The chilly air had driven most people indoors, except for a small group casually indulging in some joint.
Lost in your thoughts, you were startled when someone took a seat right beside you. It was John, a presence you hadn't even been aware of at the party.
"What's on your mind?" John inquired, breaking the silence. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance at his question. He was casually sipping from the same cup as you, a blend of cigarette smoke and vodka wafting from it.
"I don't know, John. Just pondering how boring this party is," you replied, meeting his gaze. He responded with a knowing smile.
"You're absolutely right. Plus, it's freezing out here."
"I don't mind. This drink is keeping me warm," you remarked, raising your cup. He chuckled softly.
"That sounds like you."
A comfortable silence enveloped you both, surprisingly not awkward. In that moment, you could almost forget the countless times John had lie to you during your four months together. It was as if you were transported back to the early days when being with him was genuinely enjoyable.
John reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint. With a mischievous grin, he extended it toward you.
"You know what would make this party a bit more interesting?" he suggested, his eyes locking with yours.
You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his proposition, but curiosity got the best of you. You accepted the joint, brought it to your lips, and let him light it. And you both took a few drags.
"You know," he began, a flirtatious glint in his eye, "I can't help but remember all the fun we used to have together."
"Oh, those were the days, weren't they?" you answer with some ironic tone.
"It was good," he said, looking deeply into your eyes. "We had chemistry."
Your thoughts were clouded by a few too many drinks and smoking, and for a moment, you found yourself involuntarily gazing at his lips. The temptation was there, but you quickly shook it off, reminding yourself of the pain he had caused.
"I think I might find Chae-Yeong," you said, almost getting up. However, John held your hand, preventing you from leaving.
"Wait. Let us finish the joint, and then I'll come with you."
"Ok," you sit back and he hand it over to you.
When you finish, you turn your gaze towards him. The palpable tension in the air makes everything feel like a whirlwind. Slowly, he moves closer, his lips close to yours. In a bold move, John leans in and kisses you, his hands cradling your face. Your bodies press against each other, and your hands explore his form as the kiss intensifies. Your hand finds its way to the nape of his neck, and he pulls you closer as his tongue grazes yours. You hope that no one sees you there, in that situation, with someone who hurt you so much. But it's okay; you're just having fun. And in the worst-case scenario, you can blame it on the drinks.
He breaks the kiss and gazes into your eyes, his warm breath brushing against your skin. "My car is just a few steps away, and it's freezing out here," he murmurs, planting kisses along your neck.
"Yes, let's go." You nod, as you both make your way to his car, the cold air bites at your skin, making you shiver.
You take a moment to adjust your hair in the car's side mirror while John leans casually against the backseat, zipping his pants again.
"If you'd like to join me at my place," he murmurs, his voice lower and more alluring than usual, "I have plenty of condoms there."
You swiftly slip on your shoes. "Nope, thanks," you reply. "Chae-Yeong must be searching for me; I need to find her." With a brief wave, you turn away, not really expecting a response from him.
John's car windows were fogged up, revealing what had just occurred inside. As soon as you close the door, you hear him coming up behind you.
"I'll go back to the party too," he says simply, and you shrug, walking back to the party with quicker steps.
You halted in your tracks as Jungkook materialized in front of you, his gaze shifting between you, John, and the car. An incredulous look crossed his face, his anger palpable.
"We searched everywhere for you, Y/N, and you're here with him?" Jungkook approached you with eyes aflame, instantly sobering you.
"I-I..." You were overwhelmed with guilt.
"She's fine; I didn't do anything she didn't want," John laughed, but Jungkook's gaze bore into you, his intensity increasing. He didn't even spare John a glance.
"Come on, Y/N, let's get in," you heard John say.
"That's alright; you can go. I'll catch up in a moment." You maintain your unwavering gaze with Jungkook, though perhaps it would have been wiser to look away. There's a humorless laugh from John as he distances himself, returning to the party.
"You're fucking unbelievable," Jungkook mutters in a voice so low it's barely recognizable. "While we were searching for you, you were fucking with your ex. And you pick this jerk who cheated on you!" His words sting with accusation, flooding you with shame.
"It was just for fun," you assert, determined not to let him see your true feelings. "And you know what? He's not as good as I remember."
"Seriously, Y/N! John? Fuck it. You're single and free, but him?" Jungkook's frustration is evident in his exasperated tone.
"Well, Jungkook, if you didn't want me, someone else did," you retort sarcastically as you stride back toward the party.
"I can't believe you fucked him!" he exclaims. "And you're not even denying it!"
"Fuck off, Jungkook! Let me live," you assert, raising your tone.
"I swear to you..."
"What? You swear what?" You glare at him, your anger palpable as you stand beside him.
"I'm not talking to you anymore," Jungkook declares with a deep breath, and you roll your eyes as he walks away from you.
"Fine! You don't even need a reason to stop talking to me, right?" you retort.
Jungkook walks away, and just before he enters the house, Chae-Yeong approaches the door, heading in your direction.
"What happened?" she asks.
"She was with John," Jungkook says, turning his back to you. "Tell your friend, Y/N. And don't be shy!"
"What?" your friend asks, clearly confused. You roll your eyes, feeling a strong desire to simply vanish.
""I can't fucking stand Jungkook anymore, Chae-Yeong!" Tears well up in your eyes. "He is... God, he is such an asshole."
"Hey," Chae-Yeong consoles you, wrapping her arms around you in a comforting hug. "Don't let him get under your skin."
You attempt to speak but are overcome with emotion, allowing yourself to cry.
"Let's go home," Chae-Yeong suggests and calls an Uber for both of you.
"I just can't deal with Jungkook's behavior," you sigh, wiping your tears away.
"I feel like he's jealous of you all the time, even though he has a girlfriend."
As the Uber arrives, you and Chae-Yeong climb into the car.
"Y/N, you know you deserve better than this drama with Jungkook. He's been acting irrationally, and it's not your fault."
"I know, but it's just so frustrating. We used to be close, and now he's become this entirely different person."
Arriving at your dorm, you thank the Uber driver and step out with Chae-Yeong. Sitting down together, you both reflect on the night's events. With the holidays fast approaching, you can't help but look forward to the upcoming break. It will be a much-needed escape from the ongoing drama in your life. Even though your parents divorce sounds like a better escaping then this.
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msxrik · 2 months
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I'm in my era so catch the 1st and prob the only Dr.masacrik smut on this app.
Curiosity killed the Cat
Fem!reader x Masacrik
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warnings: this is obv a little fucked up so just a heads up. Heavy bdsm, dubcon, breeding kink, choking, blood, abuse just a little ill make it as mild as i can, sexual content, mimi isn't mentioned as you are in her place atm the ending is rushed its 3am
Sorry for the mistakes i have to go to sleep man
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You woke up in the same room as always, white walls, a small window, dark floor with a grey rug. But something felt different. You turned your head to catch a glimpse of the door when you saw it crooked open your heart skipped a beat. Then you felt an exhale on your head. You totally forgot you fell asleep on his lap while he was stroking your hair. You looked up gently thinking masacrik might be asleep but there he meets your eyes with a smile on his face. You shivered. Were you scared of him? No he never hit you, just ordered you around the house and you do appreciate him for saving your life. Were you manipulated? Probably yes! But you never thought about it. You shoot him a crooked smile as you try to wipe the blush off your face.
-Ah look who finally woke up- he says stroking your head lovingly.
-sorry i fell asleep i should get up-
He shushed you
-come on i have work to do and you are going with me.
He got up and you followed him to his room. After getting a few things he sat down by his desk patting his thigh. You sat on his lap as he rests his chin on the top of your head
-You see i have to focus so don't you move a muscle you hear me?- his tone changed as a shiver runs up your spine you nod your head. In response you get a pleased hum and a kiss on the top of your head.
You tried to relax there not moving as he asked of you. You knew his mood swings but he got so angry at one point you flinched. He froze in response.
- i-im sorry this won't happen again...
- get out. - he said.
Now, getting his negative and abusive attention is better than receiving none. You thought for a second, deciding to disobey him, you were curious. You turned around facing him cupping his face into your hands. As you gave him a small kiss on his lips. Shutting your eyes you felt so much fear but at the same time that familiar heat in your stomach you got every time he called your name or smiled at you.
There was silence, but he didn't kick you out of the room, he didn't hit you, he just looked at you.
-uh.. im- im really sorry i have no idea what's gotten into me im- ill leave now...-you sighed attempting to get off of his lap. You both were together for three months now and it was getting harder for you to please yourself.
-Stay - he slurred out holding you by your waist.
You looked up at his face as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a deep kiss he bit at your lower lip drawing blood from it as it dribbled down your and his chin. You pulled away gasping for air. The eyes you gave him flipped some kind of switch inside him. He got up with you in his arms. It was easy you were nearly half his size. You heard your heartbeat as he threw you onto the bed, he kissed you deeply once again you felt his hand undoing the collar you had on. Then he pulled off your turtle neck leaving you in just a bra skirt and tights.
You reached your hands out for him as he leaned to you kissing your neck leaving bite marks and bruises all over your body. He pulled at your tights ripping them just enough to have a clear way to your crotch then he sat back on the bed. The room was dimmed you just saw his hungry gaze almost eating up your body.
-touch yourself for me.
-h-huh?-you barely stuttered that out he made you feel fear and embarrassment but it was turning you on more.
- I'm not repeating myself. You think that your room is unsupervised? I see you doing it all the time now don't be shy show me.
You sigh in embarrassment as you reach down your crotch sliding your underwear away rubbing your clit with your free hand, your legs shaking already. You slid one finger inside pushing that spot that made you see stars. Then you added another one and as you were about to reach your climax you made the terrible mistake of closing your legs. You felt his hands on your legs in seconds pushing them open, his hard grasp bruising your soft flesh as you gasped
- m-mnh... Im sorry...- you sighed out as you kept pushing your fingers in and out. Just to once again as you were closer then ever get stopped by him
- wait, i want to feel you cum on my dick.
He said that like it was the most casual thing on earth. You took your hand away and felt something cold touching your crotch you looked down to see a pair of scissors you shivered as he cut your underwear out of the way. He wanted to have you in those cute tights but taking the underwear off and putting them back on was too big of a struggle for him. Then you finally felt the thing you wished for for the past 2 months.
He slammed his hips sliding inside you as you moaned arching your back.
-A-agh! Mngh.. im- im cumming, please can i..?
-mmh not yet..
he was so amused with you and the second he felt your walls spasm on his dick he clicked his tongue as his hand went right to your throat squeezing it
-what did i tell you? -he growled but then his expression changed
-did you just tighten up from having my hand around your neck? Disgusting..
he smiled to himself as you clawed at his hand. When he finally let go of your neck you gasped for air
-f-fuck mnh... Please please move faster i need this i-...
He bucked his hips faster he wasn't that happy with how you were acting but he could handle it at that moment..
-im gonna cum inside you you'll never leave me then right?
-i-i would never leave you either w-way.. mnhh..~
He laughed his voice now breaking
-oh you a-are so pathe-etic..
He finally came inside you as you shook through another orgasm. But this wasn't the end of that night... Oh hell no
After you passed out from the rough treatment he gave you and blood loss from the bites and cuts he made he cleaned you up then tuck you into bed hugging you
-Goodnight Ushka~
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This man makes me BLUSH
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CEO!Sukuna x Ex-Fiance Reader
This is basically a part two tehee enjoyyy this is the part 2 btw
There is no warning this is full of fluff but slight angst! Hihii
Genre: Fluff slight angst
Summery: Sukuna cheated on you and you got pregnant and left him then he saw you again and decided to take you back.
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Previously you had a daughter with him and you are still mad about him cheating on you thinking that you could forgive him easily was funny for you, you now in the mansion you use to live with him..it is still the same as back then nothing changed at all but still you we're not satisfied living with him again, His at work in this hours for now so it was you and your daughter and the other maids in the mansion, you felt like a dove in a cage again, captured forcefully, The pain in your heart still ache, and now here he is having a audacity to take you back to your so called "home" , suddenly little hands touch yours, you we're spacing out seeing your daughter bubbling some words while you hold her closely to you, it made you smile softly how adorable she is and how she gets her hair color from her cheating father....you could never blame her you really love her alot and you would do anything to protect your daughter. She has your eyes and your face it made you giggle and play with her for awhile before a maid knocks on the door, you suddenly look at the door " yes? " you replied to the knock on the door "Ma'am Sorry to disturb you, Sir sukuna wanted to see you downstairs" your smile on your face disappeared instantly just hearing the man name made your blood boil "Did he have to go home so early today" the maid just stayed silent for awhile and hesitated to speak back "W-well does madam not like Sir being home?" She sounded shaky it's like she is afraid of you or something, you sigh and roll your eyes standing up putting your daughter in her crib she was confuse where were you going she look at you with those starlight eyes so cute so innocent for this evil world. " Tell him I will be there in a minute. " you said dryly and the maid understood and walk away, you cupped your baby girl cheeks and kiss her forehead, and she instantly smiled " Mommy will be back dear " you smiled softly at her.
You then open the door of the nursery room and go out closing it softly then you walk through the hallways and now about to go down the stairs Sukuna was fixing his sleeves, you stop mid way of the stairs and cross your arms looking all slightly mad mix with cold like expression, he then notice you and chuckle " what's with the face doll? Aw, don't be mad " he smirk and you roll your eyes and look at him " what do you want? " you where not having it today for him, He then walk up to you on the stairs and wrap his arms around your waist you two where face to face now and also close you look up at him frowning he then raise a brow " Still mad about me? Look...im sorry...I- know I made a mistake...but just give me a chance... please " he then nuzzle his face on your shoulder " I miss you alot through those months.....I just want you by my side, no woman is like you no one can replace you....I just realized at that moment you left me...I really loved you... sorry...please forgive me...honey? Love? Darling..? " he sounded genuine but still you couldn't really trust him he already broke your trust already " Kuna....I really can't but if you can change....the way I see you now...then I might...forgive you...but for now it's a no. " he still holds you close to him his grip tighen slightly and groan " fine...what can I do for you to forgive me... " you close your eyes and you tried to make him let go of you but you couldn't his just stronger than you " stay... " he said softly your eyes widen and a little tint of blush started to appear and you look at him his still nuzzling his face to your shoulder " what the heck did you eat to act like this....are you drunk? " he then stop nuzzling your neck and look at you " I am not drunk.. "
He then reminds you where your daughter and you replied she's in the nursery he then nods " I wanna see her, can I have a permission from the mother of my daughter? " he playfully smirk you then smack him " stop playing with me!? " he always like to tease sometimes and he chuckle he then let go of you and he walks up the stairs walking where your daughter bedroom is you followed him he then open the door your daughter was in the crib drinking milk while watching a cartoon, Sukuna gently carried her up and your daughter was shock at first and her eyes widen and she giggled " Dada! " Sukuna smiled at the sight he can't believe it he never expect himself to be this gentle or be a father one day and he hug his own daughter gently your daughter then played with his hair, seeing this father daughter bonding makes you feel warm...but maybe he can changed...you smiled in the the door side.
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That's all for now hihiii
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vmpiires · 3 months
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im obsessed with suguru being protective over reader, especially when reader is a "you only live once" person. what would happen if reader's going to a project x typa party with gojo/shoko and them, begs suguru to go ("there will be weed" "fine ill go"), and reader ends up in a fight? what would sugu do?
I understand if you dont wanna write this lol, its just a scenario im curious about. thank you !!
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𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
„𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓”
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𝐂𝐖;; mature content. afab!reader, stoner!geto, teen!geto, possible fighting, underage drinking, non-curse/sorcerer AU, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓;; it’s the weekend and you were invited to a college party by gojo and shoko. you love going out to parties and you’ll take a risk every chance you get. a little bit of fun doesn’t hurt. but geto on the other hand….he doesn’t wanna go along and he doesn’t want you going either.
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do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO DO THIS (they probably forgot LMAO) but i’m on it now. i’m recovering from my writers block!! i won’t make this too long. it might be a bit short (sorry 😞) hope ya enjoyyyy. reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D.
another note: rushing to write this before my psych class 😵‍💫
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“no, no, absolutely not,” geto calls your name. “the last time you went to a party, you came back here drunk as hell. and guess what? i had to take care of you…not that that’s the issue. the issue is, there’s a bunch of people there that don’t care about your safety.”
you just groan loudly. geto was always like this. always analyzing the little things and the possible consequences and final outcome of the decision.
“geto, please?” you tried to plead with him. “it’ll be the last time i ask this month. i won’t ask for anything else.”
geto’s small pupils looked at you and hummed, “and who’s going? who’s gonna be there that compels you to ask me to go?”
“oh, gojo and shoko were going and i kinda already said yes…”
you notice your boyfriend’s face contort from a slightly worried expression to an shocked and irritated one. his eyebrows knitted together before he’d loudly sigh.
“you already said- i can’t believe im about to ask this…is there weed?” he queries. your excitement shot through the roof. your begging clearly got through to the ink haired male.
it was a party. a college party at that. what was an event like that without drinking and a bunch of people smoking. and probably a little fighting.
after you get confirmation from geto that you could go to the party and that he’d be attending alongside you, you quickly make your way to your room and put on something nice to wear, while geto stays in something as simple as a t-shirt and some jeans.
the wind blows gently as you two stand outside of the gate where the party was being held beyond it. you could see the flashing lights, loud music, and most importantly, the large crowds of students.
“we’re students,” you hear geto say to the security guard standing beside the gate. you both would show your ids before being let in with no trouble.
your eyes were wide with excitement as you got closer and closer to the party you’ve been dying to get to. you could feel the anticipation rising up in your chest, making you shiver a bit. geto, on the other hand, didn’t seem too thrilled. he just wanted to make sure you were safe. though, he could admit that having time outside of the house was good for him.
from a distance, you see two people heading in your direction. a male with snow white hair was trotting over to you, while a girl with short brown hair followed, simply walking.
gojo throws his arm around geto, “suguru!” he beamed at the male, “i didn’t expect you to be joining us. did she convince you?”
your boyfriend glances at you before reluctantly replying, “yes, she did. she also begged me to come…and i almost said no.”
“well i think-” shoko calls your name, “did a good job of getting you out of that apartment of yours. you don’t need to always be cramped up in that place like a hermit crab anyway.” you see gojo nodding quickly in agreement.
geto just rolls his eyes, “i’m still sober so i have time to turn around and leave if i want to.” he says. gojo waves his hand.
“oh, you don’t mean that.” he smiles, moving his circular framed glasses down to the bridge of his nose, revealing his sharp blue eyes. “let’s dance until we can’t anymore.”
with that, you see gojo dragging geto off towards the crowd of students. you and shoko exchange looks before giggling to each other and following the boys.
the party is so live you could barely stand it. each time someone tried to speak to you, you were screaming “what?” a few times because of how loud the music was.
you stuck beside each of your friends while you all enjoyed yourselves. sitting comfortably together while passing a blunt around and gojo taking shots of hennessy and laughing drunkenly as everyone else was dancing to the music.
“he’s always the first to clock out mentally,” shoko commented before taking a sip of her drink also. gojo whips his head around to her direction, his hair flying up a bit.
“i didn’t clock out.” gojo slurred, wiping the remaining liquid from his lips. “i don’t even have a job to do that.”
“he’s brain dead.” geto took a drag of his blunt.
“stop saying that. it’s mean,” gojo whined.
after a moment, taking sips and drags from the items in your hand, you whisper to geto, informing him that you were gonna go to the bathroom.
“do i need to go with you? you know, just in case?”
you almost said no because you knew how overprotective geto could be over you. he just never wanted to see you get hurt and he was definitely scared of something bad happening to you.
you finally say yes and make your way to the bathroom. when you enter, you immediately pinch your nose at the potent smell.
“it smells like shit in here.” you complain, finding a stall to go into, hoping they aren’t clogged with waste or a bunch of tissues.
you take care of your business and clean your hands. on the way out, a girl, obviously drunk bumped into you, mumbling a “watch out” as she stumbled into the stall. you were about to say something but you saw geto shaking his head.
“not worth it,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you back to your friends. your furrowed eyebrows unknit themselves and a sigh escapes you.
when you get back to your friends, you could see gojo trying to grab another drink and shoko holding him tightly by the waist so he didn’t grab another cup.
“sit your ass down, damn it. you don’t need anything else.” the girl fussed. “don’t you think you’ve had enough for tonight?”
“six cups isn’t enough.” gojo screamed.
“you’re acting like an alcoholic. sit down.”
“you aren’t allowed to go to another party after this.” you laughed as you sat down in your chair. gojo paused and looked over in your direction.
“why notttt?” the male frowned.
“she’s right. you’re acting stupider than usual,” geto chimed in. “we should go home soon…we don’t need to stay here too long.”
“boringgggg,” gojo said loudly. “i don’t wanna go home.”
“you’re a pain in my ass. i should’ve stayed home.” suguru crossed her arms and slouched down into the chair before reaching to spark another blunt.
“you always say that,” gojo giggled. “hey, we should get food when we leave. the food here sucks and i hate the off brand soda. it’s so gross.”
“damn, do you ever stop complaining?” shoko hissed.
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
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builtbybrokenbells · 4 months
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CAPITAL VICES | LUST
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Lust: a strong passion or longing, especially for sexual desires.
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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 15.5k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it), fingering (f!recieving) oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), face-fucking, dom/sub, bratty sub, dirty talk, name calling, hint of degradation, praise, sir kink, choking, impact play, touch of cum play, hookups/fwb, drinking, mentions of drugs/drug use/addiction, swearing, a painful amount of flirting (player Jake is my weakness btw), sorry if I miss any!
here we go again. i know i said i might not be posting much but i finished this up and I couldn’t help myself. my apartment is about half packed so this was a little reward for myself lol 🥰 im thrilled about this series, and I really hope you guys are too. as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!
The room was packed with bodies desperate for a thrill, but most were in active search with little knowledge of how they would attain it. Some were drowning their sorrows in tequila shots while others danced away their memories, clinging on to a companion who would only temporarily solve their troubles for the night. You couldn’t blame them for giving it their best shot; even you knew that pain was more digestible when there was someone to accompany you through it. In the morning when they woke, it would return with a fervent appetite. It would snowball, feeding viciously off the shame brewing from a one night stand that could not even give them an orgasm. For the time being, they seemed content with their watered down drinks and 80’s hits playing through the system with a stranger wrapped around them. They tried not to think of the future, but it was still weighing heavily in the back of their minds. You knew they would regret it, and so did they, but they were unwilling to own the truth.
Others found their thrills in more nefarious ways, like the couple who was engaging in all but penetrative sex in the booth in the back corner. They thought the crowd would cover their show of desperation for each other, conceal them from curious eyes, but they were stealing spotlight even in the near pitch black room. Some were doing lines in the bathroom, hoping that life would get a little more interesting with the next hit all while promising themselves sobriety when the night came to an end. Despite their beliefs that they would stop their ‘recreational’ doses when the sun rose in the sky, everyone (including themselves) knew the reality of the situation; they were decomposing at the hands of substance abuse. They weren’t willing to admit to their own addiction, but most would succumb to the sickness and end up washed up in rehab after their spouses or parents reached the point of no return.
Violence even seemed to spark interest in a young pair of boys just outside, throwing fists in hopes of asserting dominance, yet only making fools of themselves in front of their dates. It was an embarrassing show of missed punches and drunken rage, but somehow it tickled them just right. They would go home pleased with themselves, proud that they ‘stood their ground’ (what they were defending, you weren’t certain of) and their dates would complain to their friends about it. After a week of missed calls and messages, the young boys would begin to understand that their temper tantrums were not good foreplay and would vow to learn their lesson. Until the next night of drinking draft and watching football on a bar television, of course.
No matter which way, every person in the bar was in search of something more, something to give them a spark of life back and a memory to tell later on down the line. None of them could admit that their entertainment for the night would do neither of those things. Instead, they would have a nasty hangover and a looming sense of dread hanging over them for the foreseeable future. That’s the thing about materialistic thinking; it always leaves you unfulfilled and in search of more. The people that came to the bar miserable would ultimately leave the same way, yet they would never admit that their ways were no longer working for them. Maybe in their teens or early twenties real memories could be made over cheap tequila and hookups, and if not memories, lessons for certain. After twenty five, it just seemed a little sad to continue down the same path of destruction in hopes for anything meaningful.
You were not at the bar for a thrill. You were there for one reason; to pass the time, and to get a good buzz. Dancing was never your forte, nor was it your passion to do drugs off the back of a dirty bar toilet. Company was low on your list of priorities and always had been. You learned many years ago that you would never find a suitable life partner at a dive bar just off of Main Street in a big city. Establishments like such only ever seemed to attract college attendees and middle aged men who hated spending time with their wives. Even when a promising suspect would turn up, eventually they would show the side of them that made it impossible to keep a girlfriend. Getting to know people was a drag, and the thought of making room in your apartment for a second person was more sickening than anything else. You liked your personal space, and you liked peace. When adding a new person to your life, you were risking it all, and risk something that never peaked your interest.
Whiskey was something that caught your attention though, and when it was cheap, it only made you more inclined to indulge. You had learned long ago that this particular dive bar had the cheapest stock around, and they didn’t skip out on quality, either. They seemed to save their money by neglecting building maintenance, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. You could get drunk in a five star hotel for triple the price, and you’d still be drunk. You tried not to think about the soles of your shoes sticking to the dirty floor or the outdated interior design, and the drink in your hand aided the process sufficiently.
“Another?” The bartender asked as he nodded towards your empty glass.
“You know me too well, Ray.” You chuckled, sliding him the empty glass. He grabbed it, barely leaving your side before another was sat in front of you.
“What can I say? You’re my favourite regular.” He smiled. Both of you knew this was the truth; you appeared every weekend, sitting in the same spot and drinking the same thing, and you never made a peep aside from the small talk initiated by the workers. You were a certain tip, and if he had the luxury of being blunt, the prettiest face to look at in the crowd.
“You’re just saying that because I tip well.” You grinned, sipping away at the beverage he’d made for you.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“No,” you shook your head “just pointing out the obvious.” He chuckled, throwing a towel over his shoulder before moving on to the next customer. You knew when the night dwindled down, he’d be back over to chat with you. Some would have shame in admitting that their closest friend was a 60 year old bartender, especially as a young woman, but you didn’t care. With him, you were never required to entertain any meaningful conversation or profess your darkest secrets. It was simple, lighthearted, and it served you well. You had no obligation to continue the friendship outside of the bar, and you got to see pictures of his grandkids. It was a win-win for everyone.
You barely looked up from your phone when the seat beside you was taken by another. You thought it odd for him to feel inclined toward that specific seat considering the bar was full of vacant space, but you didn’t think too hard about it. Drunk people didn’t care much about social cues, and you didn’t care enough to argue with them. What you did care for was the overwhelmingly strong scent of the patrons cologne, which seemed to be choking you the longer you breathed it in. It was not unpleasant; far from it, really, but it was very apparent. You weren’t sure if he doused himself in it before making an appearance at the bar, or if it was just so strong because of his close proximity. You buried yourself in your drink instead of investigating any further, knowing that someone who smelled so heavenly would only be looking for trouble.
“Any recommendations?” The voice struck you like a bolt of lightning, strong and without any warning. At first, you had doubts that the words were pointed in your direction, but when you felt a pair of eyes staring holes into your skull, you knew you were mistaken. You looked over at him, curious about the nature of his question. Surely any man who stepped foot into a bar already had an idea of what he wanted to drink. You doubted that the conversation starter was about alcohol, and was most likely a way to initiate a round of unbearable flirting.
“Depends.” You breathed, finding yourself completely distracted by the beauty of his face. His long brown hair was framing his face, and his smile was breathtaking. “What kind of night are you trying to have?”
“I’m open to suggestions.” He said, eyes lingering over the features of your face. He seemed just as enthralled in you as you were with him, and neither of you seemed keen on hiding it.
“Well, if you’re looking to dance, try the house tequila.” You started, flickering your eyes towards the wall of liquor bottles. “Seems like the draft here makes a person want to get in a fight, and the gin will leave you crying in the bathroom. Speaking of the bathroom, if you’re looking for some non-liquid solutions to your problems, there’s plenty in there, but I don’t know how much they’re willing to share.” He let out a laugh at your joke, but you were unsure if it was due to his shared sense of humour or because he wanted to get in your pants. Either way, it was a nice stroke to the ego. Even if it was due to a desire for sex, it was nice to feel appreciated, especially by someone so captivating.
“A lady that knows her liquor,” he noted, giving a slow nod. “I can appreciate that.”
“You asked, I answered.” You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips. “So what is it, then? Dancing, fighting, or crying?”
“None of them.” He assured you. “What if I’m looking to impress someone? Any suggestions for that?” You pretended to ponder the question before giving him an answer.
“I guess that would depend on who you’re trying to impress?” You raised an eyebrow, appearing more inquisitive than you truly were. He was handsome, and that was no secret, but it was not what you were looking for.
“You have lots of questions.”
“I can say the same about you.” You took a sip of your drink, your mouth watering at the potency of the liquid. Or, maybe it was because of the heavy-lidded gaze he was casting your way.
“If I was trying to impress a very attractive woman who’s looking at me like I’m an idiot, what do you think I should order to change her mind?” He asked, his eyes never leaving your face. You let out a small sigh, giving a shrug of your shoulders as you took another drink. Instead of replying, you turned back to face the bar, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. When the bartender came to take his order, he was still waiting for a reply. “I’ll take two of whatever she’s having.” The unnamed man said, hoping to grab your attention again.
“So, I’m the very attractive woman?” You asked, refusing to turn back to look at him. When the drinks were placed in front of him and he slid one your way, your question was given an indefinite answer. “What if you can’t change my mind?” You posed the idea to make him sweat, but his rebuttal was effortless.
“I have the rest of the night to keep trying, then.” Another smile twisted onto your lips, finding his charm irrefutable. Even if you weren’t interested in anything further than a simple conversation, you had to admit the effort was admirable.
“I wasn’t looking at you like you’re an idiot, by the way.” You said, swishing the ice around your glass. “Maybe I thought you were a little dumb, but not an idiot.”
“That’s a relief.” He said, a smile tugging on his lips, too. His response to your humour was definitely intriguing, and you were quite interested in his relaxed expression. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Y/n,” you said, finally accepting the glass he’d pushed in your direction after draining your own. He watched you, finding your lack of reciprocal attention peculiar, yet it only seemed to spark his interest even more.
“Are you going to ask for mine?”
“Mmm,” you hummed, debating his words before giving a shake of your head. “No.”
“Playing hard to get?” He joked, sipping away at his own whiskey.
“Just don’t care.” You shrugged. It was the truth; you weren’t doing so in attempt to play hard to get, but because you did not want to be caught at all. You had no interest in playing the game of cat and mouse, because you did not intend to leave the bar with anybody. You had a date with your bed and hopes of a good nights rest. You could not do that if you were busy wrapped around another. As attractive as he was, you weren’t willing to double back on your promises to yourself. Instead, you decided that it was best to stop any further attempts to change your mind.
“Ouch.” He chuckled, waiting to see if you were joking or not. You kept your head straight, wondering if you should leave before he continued on his tyrant. Then again, he was in your bar and this was your seat, so if anyone was leaving, it was not going to be you.
Your stubbornness was your biggest weakness, but you were too stuck in your own way to see the issue. As if the gods planned such a gruesome match from the very beginning, the only rival to your own obstinacy was the one living inside the man sat beside you. You were not willing to give in, and he was not willing to give up.
“Are you from here?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, hoping that if you kept your answers short he might take the hint.
“I just moved here, thought I’d check out the town, maybe meet some new people.” You gave a slow nod, eyes now focused on the football game playing on the television above the bar. You hated football, but you hated entertaining men even more. You’d rather watch a bunch of grown men fight over a ball than engage in any kind of small talk. “Not a talker, I see.”
“Usually that means you should move on and try again with someone else.” You said, picking away at the basket of French fries sat in front of you. If there was one thing the bar did that was just as good as cheap liquor, it was deep fried foods.
“Maybe I don’t want to.” He suggested. “Nobody else in here is worth the time.”
“And I am?” You chuckled, watching the team with red jerseys score a point. “You don’t even know me. I might be a serial killer, or even worse, celibate.”
“I’d like to know you.” He offered. “What makes you think that I’m looking for sex?” You looked over your shoulder at him, taking in his attire. You looked closely at the chains dangling around his neck, drawing attention to his shirt that was buttoned only up to his stomach. His dress pants looked name brand, and his eyes screamed flirtatiously at you when you locked your stare with him. He was radiating sex appeal, which argued your case for you.
“I bet you have two condoms sitting in your wallet. You replaced them this morning, because last night, you went to a different bar and did the same thing with another girl who couldn’t see right through you.” You guessed, eyes flickering to the pocket of his pants where the bulge of his wallet sat. “It’s written all over you, honey. Stick to the college bimbo’s if you want to get anywhere worthwhile.”
“Two condoms?” He pondered the idea, a smirk growing on his face. “I take that as a compliment.”
“You shouldn’t.” You laughed, shaking your head at his undying commitment to knowing you. “It wasn’t meant as one.”
“Then it seems like you have a knack for making insults sound like a good thing.” His eyes flickered to your lips, his personality showing through the mask for a moment. He was enamoured with you, and he was from the minute he sat down. Your disinterest was not a deterrent to him, but rather a driving force. The banter was driving him crazy, and he was not willing to go home without you.
“Maybe you just have no idea how to take a hint.” You suggested the idea, but both of you knew he was painfully aware of the situation. He knew he could step back if he so pleased, but he did not want to, nor was it an option he was willing to consider. Oddly enough, you almost found it charming. His dedication was not creepy or anything like it, mostly because he was not using vulgarity as part of his charm. You knew if you got up and walked away, he would respect it. Unfortunately, he knew just as well as you did that you would never back down and give up your seat. You could complain all you wanted about his interest in you, but you were encouraging it by interacting with him. Even in your obvious rejection, he knew he had interested you enough for you to speak to him.
“I’m Jake.” He said, disregarding your comment.
“I said I didn’t care.”
“Never said you had to care.” He reminded, finishing his drink and raising a hand to call the bartender over again. You watched him, baffled at his carelessness towards your clear insults. It seemed to wash off of him like water on a duck’s back, barely touching his confidence and only fuelling him further. He ordered another round of drinks for both of you, not bothering to ask if you wanted another. As he spoke to the bartender, you couldn’t help but study him for a moment. He was gorgeously dressed, drawing attention to his stunning features as he topped it off with a cocky attitude. Everything about him was compelling, and even if you weren’t keen on his company, it was incredibly difficult to ignore him. He held himself with confidence, and because of that, he radiated power. You would be lying if you said you did not find him attractive, but it did not change the fact that you were not interested in pursuing anything with him, or anyone for that matter.
Ray placed your new drinks in front of you, wasting little time in busying himself with something else. You almost felt guilty for being so mean to Jake while he was funding your night of drinking, but you did not ask him to spend money on you. You did not even ask him to speak to you, yet it seemed like the only thing he wanted to do. “Thanks.” You said, looking down at the ice swirling in the amber liquid. Even if you didn’t want to engage in any kind of sexual relations with him, you still had manners.
“So, what are you here for, tonight?” He questioned, ignoring your gratitude. He did not want to be thanked for something he was more than happy to do. You raised an eyebrow, curious about his inquiry. “Well, you’re drinking whiskey, so clearly it’s not fighting, dancing, or crying.” You chuckled at his recollections of your earlier comment.
“I’m here for a cheap drunk.” You replied, honest with your answer. “Cheapest whiskey in town, and the regulars aren’t too bad, considering I’m one of them.” He nodded along with your words, soaking in all you were willing to share. “Every Friday, same bar, same seat, same shitty football games.”
“You’re saying I have another shot if I mess this up?” He gave a playful smile which you couldn’t stop yourself from returning.
“Sure, you can take as many shots as you want. It’ll be the same answer every time, I can promise you that.”
“We’ll see.” He answered as if it were a challenge and he was competing. You rolled your eyes, unable to hold back the expression. “Just a conversation, that’s all I’m asking for. After that, you can throw your drink in my face and forget about me in the morning.”
“I know that it’s more than a conversation to you, Jacob.” You shot back. People like him were predictable, even if they were charming. As much as you knew he would waste your time, you knew you were wasting his. It was in his best interest to find a girl who was more likely to go home with him, because he would inevitably leave the bar empty handed and wishing he had taken a chance on another.
“Sounds like you’re scared I’m going to change your mind.” Your spine straightened at the accusatory statement. You were not afraid, and you did not like being told by another what you were feeling. What you did like was a challenge, and now that he’d worded it as such, that was the only thing you could think of.
“Fine. Let’s talk.” You smacked your palms against the table, a course of energy running through your body. You swung your chair to face him, just so he knew you were fully immersed in him. If he wanted to have a conversation, you could do that. If he thought he could convince you to take a chance on him, you were more than willing to prove him wrong.
It was a mistake that could only be classified as a fatality.
“Where are you from, Jake?” You asked, trying your best to feign intrigue.
“Michigan.” He tried to hide the smirk growing on his lips, pleased that he managed to push the right buttons. “You?”
“Right here in Nashville. Born and raised, never left, don’t want to.” You explained, waiting for him to ask a question, now.
“What do you do for work?”
“Photography.” You replied, not willing to delve deeper into the subject.
“That’s really cool.” He noted, genuine interest showing in his face. “I’m a musician.”
“I see,” you hummed, knowing that it was just another reason for you to abstain from knowing him. Musicians were never good news, and growing up in Nashville, you’d learned that the hard way. Most people who chased after fame had little care for anything else, and they were destined to break hearts. “Let me guess, guitar?”
“How’d you know?” He asked, but he didn’t really think it was hard to guess. It was the most common instrument in the industry, and in Nashville, everyone played guitar.
“Lucky guess.” You joked. “Band or solo act?”
“Band, I’m no singer.” He laughed.
“Don’t need to sing to be a good guitarist.” You challenged.
“Good point,” he agreed. “We just moved here, thought it was time. We made a few albums, but we’re looking for something bigger.”
“Are you any good?” You sipped at your drink. The quick-fire questions were wearing you down and you needed a pick me up.
“I’d like to think so, but everyone has their own opinion.” You hummed in agreement, not willing to make a promise to listen to his music, but curious about his skill. “Maybe we could get you to do a photoshoot for us.”
“I’m out of your price range.” You teased, a smile on your lips. The conversation was not unbearable, but definitely was not something you came to the bar with intent to do.
“I’m sure we could figure out a suitable payment.” He said, unable to hold back the drop in his voice and the lustful twinkle in his eye. You watched him, wanting to chastise him for the flirting, but you felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in your stomach. You were immune to charm most of the time, but something about him was irresistible. You weren’t sure if it was the relaxed posture and the certainty in himself, or if it was the overwhelming beauty of him as a whole. Whatever it was, he was pulling you in without you even noticing. You were struggling to fight it mostly because it was so subtle. Before you could realize you were being trapped, there was no way you could escape.
“I thought this was just a friendly conversation, Jacob?” You couldn’t help the drawl in your tone that screamed for him to keep going. You wanted to blame it on the strength of the liquor in your cup lowering your inhibitions, mostly because you refused to admit it was solely due to his captivating stare.
“I don’t think I’m being unfriendly, sweetheart.” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, so delightful even if it was filthy.
“Too friendly, perhaps?” You corrected. Both of you were leaning in to each other without even realizing it. The tension was thick in the air, and it had been from the moment he sat down. Even if you were not looking for anything more, you couldn’t deny the strength of the chemistry between you.
“What’s your issue with me?” He smirked, wanting to get to the bottom of it.
“It’s not you specifically.” You were truthful with your answer. It was not him, but rather dating as a whole. “The whole dating game was never my thing, and I don’t plan on getting into it, now.”
“Who said anything about dating?” He challenged.
“Nobody, but I don’t like hookups, either.” You explained. “Something about pointless small talk and meaningless sex never really interested me. Why would I want to tell you about myself now just to try to forget you in the morning?”
“I’d like to think that you’d have a hard time forgetting about me.” He was cocky, and that was for certain. It was something that would usually be a turn-off, but it looked so good on him that you couldn’t seem to shoot him down. “What about something in the middle?”
“What could possibly be in the middle of that?” You scoffed. “I don’t want a hookup, and I definitely don’t want to go to breakfast in the morning. I like my personal space, and I like being alone. Knowing you complicates that, and I hate complicated.”
“Do you like having friends?”
“I think I’d be a bit strange if I didn’t.” You replied. “But I know you’re not looking to be friends.”
“Do you like sex?” He continued his questioning without even acknowledging your concerns. Although it was blunt and definitely not a normal topic of conversation for two people who just met, it did not bother you.
“Most do.” You took another sip of your drink, the warmth spreading to your chest and replacing the burn of arousal brewing in your stomach. “Depends if it’s good or not.”
“We can be friends that have really good sex.” He offered, raising an eyebrow while he waited for a response. When you didn’t answer, he continued trying to sell the idea. “Casual, no strings attached whatsoever, but you wouldn’t need to forget about me, and we wouldn’t be obligated to go to breakfast in the morning.”
“How can I agree to that when I’m not even sure I want to be friends with you? More than that, I have no idea if you’re as good as you think you are. I don’t like being disappointed, Jacob.” You were calling a bluff you knew did not exist. He looked as if he was put on this earth to please others in ways many could never imagine. Just looking at his hands made your mouth water, already knowing the power he held in them. You couldn’t even think of anything further than that, because you knew that it would be far beyond anything you had ever felt before. You were trying not to crack under the pressure, but the thought of his head between your thighs was making it nearly impossible to breathe. “Besides, what if I’m not all you think I am? You don’t seem like the type to like disappointment, either.”
“From what I’ve seen, I don’t think you have it in you to disappoint, sweetheart.” His hand slowly reached out, fingers ever so slightly grazing the exposed skin on your leg. The touch was searing, painful but addicting. “I don’t like dating, but I do like you. I think it would be a shame if we never saw each other again.”
“Getting sick of playing the game every night?” You theorized. “Sounds like you’re getting lazy.” He shook his head, eyes seemingly staring into your soul as he watched your face.
“I just know what I want,” he corrected “and I don’t think I need to keep looking.” It was impossible to believe he was lying, because the look in his eye spoke certainty without him needing to say anything more.
“So, friends who have really good sex?” You clarified.
“Friends who have phenomenal sex, actually.” He said.
“I’m a busy woman, Jake. You better not be looking to waste my time.” You explained. “If I’m going to find time to entertain you, it better be worth it.”
“I’m a busy man,” he agreed “but I know how to make it worth your while.”
“Theoretically, if we did decide to do this, we’d just be having sex?” You asked, wanting to be certain of the situation. “You aren’t going to fall in love and fuck it all up?”
“I’m sure we can have a drink at the bar together every now and again. That’s where the friends part comes in, but yes, just sex.” He laughed. “I like you, I find you incredibly attractive and interesting, and I would like to see you again after tonight, but the same way we’re doing it right now. Maybe with less insults.”
“I can’t promise the insult thing.” You found yourself laughing alongside him. “You’re a very forward person, you know. We barely know each other.”
“I know you enough to know that I like you, and I also know that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen since moving here.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Jake.” You could feel your cheeks burning, but you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or his sweet words.
“It’s worked so far.” He breathed, finding himself leaning closer to you. Your faces were inches apart, both of you able to close the gap with little struggle. His eyes were locked with yours, silently begging you to give in to him. You could feel him pulling you in, almost as if he had his own gravitational force and you were the only victim of it. Although, you knew that wasn’t true. With charm like his, you were sure that you were not the only one cowering underneath the weight of it. For tonight, you were his focus, but when the morning came, you figured he would forget the idea of casual sex and already be in search of another. Players loved to play, and they always fought dirty. You were certain he was just saying what he could to get in your pants and he would be a different person when you woke in the morning.
His hand slipped to your hip, the touch was euphoric even through the material of your dress. You wanted to give in, but you thought it was too good to be true. Someone interested in meeting your physical needs without imposing on your everyday routine seemed like a great idea, but it was so perfect that you had a hard time believing it could be so simple. Even considering your fears, the ache between your legs was impossible to ignore, and it had been a long time since you had felt pleasure at the hands of another. “This sounds like a bad idea.” You warned, eyes flickering to his lips. His nose was brushing against yours now, sending jolts of electricity through you.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered, so quiet that it was almost hard to hear him over the music playing in the background.
“Not really.” You laughed, but just barely. You were scared to move away, and you were scared to move forward.
“One night, and if you still think it’s a bad idea, we can just forget about it.” He offered, still so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. He smelled like whiskey, and you were sure you caught a hint of a Cuban cigar. He was intoxicating, more so than any alcoholic beverage you had consumed that night. Your head was spinning and your rationality was slipping away. You were enamoured with him, and you felt like you were completely consumed by his presence. The world stopped turning, the music stopped playing; the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat which was in time with his own.
“One night?” You breathed, coming to terms with the idea that he was inescapable. You knew you should have walked away when you had the chance, but there was a bigger part of you that was grateful you stayed. You had the opportunity to add some excitement to your life without changing anything at all. You didn’t come to the bar in search of a thrill, but Jake seemed to be promising enough. No worry of a hookup that left you unfulfilled and regretful, and no expectation for anything more. It was exactly what you needed, even if you didn’t want to admit it.
“One night. Trial run.” He reiterated, hoping to ease your mind. “That sound good to you, angel?” You went weak at the pet name, all of your willpower dissolving into an imminent need for more. You reached your hand up, cupping his cheek in your palm and bridged the gap between you. His fingers tightened on you, enthusiastic about your sudden change of heart. The kiss was laced with the weight of every sinful desire you had ever felt before, and even more than that. It was so profound that it made your chest ache and you feared that if there was a god, he would never forgive you for the sacrilegious things you so badly wanted to commit with the man before you. “Thought I couldn’t change your mind?” He asked, barely parted from you. You could feel him smirk against your lips, but it wasn’t even aggravating enough for you to care.
“Shut up and take me home, Jacob.” You said, unwilling to wait any longer in fear you might talk yourself out of it. Instead of a verbal response, he placed another kiss on your lips before turning to close out the tab you had run up. Within a few moments, your jacket was over your shoulders and he was calling you both a cab.
In the backseat of the car, you both tried your best to keep it PG, but the tension of the night was reaching a climatic end. His hand was permanently anchored on your thigh just under the skirt of your dress, fingertips dangerously close to the parts of you he was so desperate to know. Your hand was on his wrist, holding it tightly just to make sure he didn’t get any ideas that would get you in trouble. In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid for you to agree to go to a strangers house for the promise of sex. You had no idea if he was as genuine as he appeared, yet it seemed a bit too late for that concern. You also had no idea how he managed to coerce you into joining him, but a part of you was ecstatic that he did. The calloused fingertips dancing over the soft skin of your leg led you to believe that your decision would benefit you greatly, because no average person could produce such an impact with such a little effort.
Jake handed a bill to the driver once the car was parked in the driveway of an apartment complex. He didn’t wait for the change, but did utter a small thanks before rushing out to open your door for you. “A gentleman.” You noted. He gave a chuckle, slipping his arm around your waist as he guided you towards the door. He let you both inside, keeping quiet as he led you to his apartment. He unlocked his door, holding it open for you and allowing you to go first. You took in the sight, noticing the simplistic nature of the decor as you took off your shoes.
“It’s not much, but it’s home.” He said, flipping on a light for you.
“No, it’s cute. I like it.” You assured him, feeling nervousness begin to creep in. The air smelled like him, but you couldn’t place the familiarity. It was earthy, smoky, and overall enticing. In the kitchen, you noticed a couple frames on the walls with pictures of him and three other boys. Your eyes lingered over the faces, smiling as you studied them. You turned your head to look into the living room, noticing a record player under the dim yellow lighting of a lamp. There was a few posters splayed on the walls and a couple plants sitting on the windowsills. It was not what you were expecting, but you thought it was effortlessly him. You did not know him very well, but from what you knew of him, the vibe seemed to match the personality.
His hand landed on your lower back, causing you to jump slightly under his touch. “You okay?” He asked, looking down at you.
“Yeah,” you nodded, trying to cover up the anxious look on your face. “You’re not… you’re not going to kill me, are you? Because that would suck.” He let out a laugh, a true one that was loud and came straight from his chest.
“No, sweetheart, I can promise you I’m not going to kill you.” He said, turning you to face him. You looked up at him, seeing genuineness written all over his expression. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before taking your chin between his fingers. “You don’t have to worry about that. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Okay,” you sighed, feeling relief flood your body. You knew that it was irrational, but hearing the words of comfort helped. He leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips as reassurance. “Is that the rest your band in those pictures?” You asked, finding the courage for conversation again. He looked to the frames, nodding his head.
“Yeah.” Without hesitation, he guided you towards them so you could get a closer look. “That one’s Josh, he’s my twin brother. He sings.” He pointed at the boy with short, curly hair. You did notice how similar their faces looked now that you were a bit closer. You thought it was cool that he was a twin, and you wondered if his brother had the same irrefutable charm. “That one is Sam, he’s my youngest brother, and he plays the bass.” He pointed towards the tall boy with long, brown hair. They also looked strikingly similar, and if he hadn’t already told you that Josh was his twin, you might have mistaken Sam to be one. “And that’s Daniel, our drummer. He’s Sam’s best friend, but he’s more like a brother, too.”
“That’s really cool, actually.” You said, looking back over at him. “You guys won the genetic lottery, looks and talent-wise.” The hand he had resting on your back tightened at the compliment as a smile began to blossom on his face. You could tell how much the other three boys meant to him without him even saying a word. “So, do you do this tour with everyone you bring home, or am I just special?”
“No, you’re just special.” He said without missing a beat. You felt your cheeks tinge red at his words, not expecting him to be so blunt. “Besides, friends need to know each other, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” You suddenly remembered that you were not there with the intent of being a one night stand. You would have asked him more, but you had a sneaking suspicion the tour was coming to an end. You both seemed to overcome your streak of anxiety and remembered the state that you arrived in. “So, are you going to prove that you weren’t bluffing, or are we just going to stand here all night?” He looked down at you, intrigued in your change of direction.
“Do you think I was bluffing?” He asked, shifting to face you. You looked up at him, giving a slight shrug of your shoulders.
“If the shoe fits.” You barely had time to process his reactive expression, because his hands were on your hips and his mouth was on your own. With the new found freedoms of privacy, desperation made its first appearance of the night. His hands were groping you with a feral attitude, and yours were doing just the same. It took no time for you to undo the buttons of his shirt, brushing it off his shoulders with excitement to see more. He let go of you only for long enough to slip the fabric off his body, then his hands returned to you in the same fervent manner.
The warmth of his skin was intoxicating, pulling you further into his web and trapping you there for eternity. You knew that despite your promises of only spending a single night together, you would be crawling back to him begging for more before the morning even came. In the (very) short time you’d known him, it was incredibly apparent to you that he was an addiction that was impossible to overcome. He was injecting himself into your veins, burrowing under your skin and filling your lungs with his being. You weren’t sure if it was purposefully, or if it was just an extension of his outlandish charm.
He took you by surprise, his grip tightening on your hips just before he lifted you with ease. He took a few steps forward, sitting you gently on his kitchen counter. He was quick to find home between your legs, never once breaking the kiss. You let your fingers dance over his now bare bicep, wanting to familiarize yourself with every part of him. When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless with stars in your eyes. “Do you still think I’m bluffing, or do I have to prove myself?”
“If I say no, it would ruin all the fun.” You sighed, still trying to catch your breath.
“I guess it’s a good thing I was going to prove it, anyway.” His fingers snaked under your dress, creeping up to your hip where the elastic of your underwear was resting. He hooked them through the side, but did not go any further. “Let’s go over some rules, first.”
“I hate rules,” you said, only focused on the sensation of his fingers resting on your bare skin. “They’re meant to be broken, anyway.”
“Not with me, sweetheart.” He chuckled, his other hand guiding your chin up so you would keep your eyes locked with his. “I’m going to be easy on you, but I need you to be honest with me about what you want. Got it?”
“Okay.” You nodded, the power in his gaze making your squirm underneath him.
“Remember your colours. Green means keep going, yellow means slow down, red means stop. Never, never be scared of telling me to stop or slow down.” The topic was not up for debate, and you were under clear understanding of what he needed from you.
“Okay.” You repeated, nodding your head against his hold. “Any other colours I should know?”
“How about blue, for ‘this is the best sex I’ve ever had’?” He smirked, playfulness sparkling in his eyes.
“Don’t expect to hear that one.” You teased, eyes flickering to his lips in hopes he would kiss you again. Your last jab seemed to motivate him to do so, but this time he didn’t seem as enthusiastic.
“Careful.” He warned. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty, or I wouldn’t be so nice.”
“How thoughtful.” You made sure your sarcasm was apparent. He seemed fired up at your response, but was not comfortable enough with you yet to show it. Or, perhaps he was afraid to scare you away. “Any other rules I should keep in mind?”
“Hmm,” he hummed, happy you asked. “You refer to me as ‘Sir’.” You had to bite your lip to stifle a laugh. The request was silly to you, and he was aware that you thought so. You had little desire to refer to someone you just met as ‘Sir’. Even if the dom/sub dynamic was something you enjoyed, you couldn’t deny that you liked to push buttons, and his seemed like so much fun to mess with.
“I think that’s a title you have to earn, don’t you?” You raised an eyebrow, feeling him tense under your touch. He shifted his hold on your face, grabbing your cheeks between his fingers and raising an eyebrow at you. The look in his eye made you believe that his patience was already beginning to run thin. You fought back an eye roll, but couldn’t ignore the throbbing feeling between your legs that was growing stronger by the second. “Whatever you want, Sir.” You made sure to accentuate the emotion in the word, showcasing your feelings about the situation.
“Lose the attitude,” he ordered, but seemed pleased with the compliance. “If you’re good for me, I’ll be good to you.” Even in his dominating performance, he seemed to be gentle with you. He did not want to push you too far on the first try, mostly because he wanted to ensure you would come back for more. He liked you, and not just because he thought you were gorgeous. He liked the fire that seemed to burn in your heart, and the way you always had a comeback for any of his comments. He was not shy to admit that he was completely infatuated with you, and even if he was not interested in dating, he did think it would be a shame if he could not see you again once the night was through.
“I’ll be so good for you, Sir. I promise.” A smirk was plastered across your lips as you spoke, driving him crazy without even trying too hard. You couldn’t help yourself from messing with him. He was extremely attractive and you were very interested in what he had to offer, but you had never been the type to take orders without a fight. It appeared like he loved order, and you had always loved pushing boundaries.
It was a match made in hell, and both of you were completely blind to it.
“And you think I talk a lot?” He questioned, giving a hard tug on the fabric of your underwear. It tightened against your skin only for a moment before it snapped, giving him the freedom to do as he pleased with you.
“Hey,” you protested, your eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. “Those were expensive.”
“I’ll replace them.” He assured you, sliding his hand to the other side to do the same.
“So you’re offering to be a sugar daddy, now? Didn’t know that was part of the deal.” You huffed, using your hands to prop yourself up off the counter. With your new position, he removed the ripped fabric from you completely.
“Offering to replace what I destroyed doesn’t mean I’m paying you to fuck me.” He said, bunching the skirt of your tight dress and pushing it to your hips. You let yourself back down on the counter, the cool marble taking you by surprise. “I don’t need to pay you for that. We both know you’ll be back on your own accord.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself.” You argued, watching as his fingertips dusted over your bare thighs. You wanted to quiver under the touch, but you couldn’t allow him the satisfaction. His eyes flickered to your face, clearly displeased by your constant rebuttals. “Sir.” You added, noticing the muscles in his jaw tense as his teeth clenched together. He continued forward, inching his fingers between your legs. He gave one forceful move of his wrist and spread them for you. A gasp of surprise slipped out as he brought his fingers to your cunt and ran them through the arousal that was pooling.
“And you talk a lot of shit for someone who wants to get fucked.” His voice was low, now completely unconcerned about your bratty attitude. He was done with the conversation, and he was more than ready to get you to stop talking. His fingers gathered the wetness, slowly trailing upward to your clit. He started with slow circles, his touch light as a feather and only serving as a reminder of what you were there for. You leaned back slightly, allowing him easier access to you. “Now, let’s hear something worthwhile come out of your mouth.” He applied a bit more pressure, the feeling already distracting you from your desire to argue. “How does that feel, angel?” He asked, sliding his thumb in place of his fingers and continuing his earlier pace.
“G-good,” you stuttered, amazed at the pleasure he was giving you just from the small movement. You weren’t sure if it was so good because of his talent, or if it had just been too long since you had felt the touch of another like such. At the positive nature of your comment, he found enough generosity to slowly add his fingers to you, pumping them slowly to give you some extra stimulation. “Fuck, baby.” You sighed, letting your head fall forward to rest on his own forehead. He could not chastise you for not using the term he’d asked you to, mostly because the pet name sounded so beautiful coming from your mouth.
In that moment, he was certain he would let you call him whatever you wanted as long as you said it in the same sweet tone.
“This is what you wanted, hmm?” He whispered, moving his thumb in time with the pump of his fingers, keeping the pace as the pressure steadily began rising in your belly. “Is this why you were being so bratty? You just wanted me to touch you?”
“Yes, sir.” You muttered, eyes fluttering closed as he curled his fingers upwards. He was making you feel far too good for you to want to disobey his orders.
“So, that’s the trick.” He chuckled, eyes intently focused on his hand working at your cunt. “Just need to give you some attention and that will shut you up.” He rasped, the sight of you nearly sending him feral. He was desperate for relief himself, but unwilling to show it until he knew you were well taken care of. If he wanted you to come back, he needed to give you something to make you want to come back.
“Please, don’t stop.” You pleaded, feeling a thin layer of sweat form over your face. Your heart was pounding against your chest and your breathing was laboured. The pressure was unbearable, and the threat of an orgasm was imminent. You could not even find it within yourself to hold off, nor taunt him any further. It had been so long since you had felt pleasure at the hands of another, and you had never felt it quite it the same as he was giving you.
“Already?” He teased, but his tone was incredibly soft. He didn’t care that you were already there, and if anything, he took it as a compliment to his work. “Has nobody been taking care of you, angel?” He made it a point to perfect his movements, not wanting to lose the momentum even for a second. “Answer me,” he whispered, but the order was firm.
“N-no,” you shook your head against him, honesty radiating from you. You couldn’t really hide anything in such an intimate display, and you knew even if you tried to lie to him, he would easily see through you. “Nobody.”
“You don’t have to worry about that anymore, sweet girl.” He assured you. The pet name washed over you like summer rain, enveloping you in warmth and surrounding you with a comfort that would last as long as he continued to touch you. “I’ll take care of her, just like she deserves.” A whimper fell from your lips at the sound of his words, overwhelmed by the vulgarity and weak from the heartfelt promise. He felt you clench around his fingers, knowing that you were ready to come undone. He was more than willing to give you the orgasm, almost as desperate as you were for it. After an entire night of only being shot down, the gratification from taking you for his own was unexplainable. “Cum for me, angel. I know you want to.” He purred, moving his free hand to the back of your head for extra support. The last thing he wanted was for you to lose balance and be distracted from the pleasure.
“Oh, god.” You groaned, eyes screwed shut as your mind dissolved into nothing but thoughts about the man before you. You were praying to him as if he were the god that created the earth for you to walk on, and in that moment, he was. As the orgasm washed over you, the only thing to exist in the entirety of the universe was Jake, and you were perfectly content with the power he possessed.
But, he was not a god, nor anything holy. Jake was the devil reincarnate, and he was not there as a reward for your courageous sacrifices. He was there as punishment for every mistake and every sin you had committed in this lifetime and all the ones before. In that moment, he seemed like he was put in your life as a blessing, a gift for the troubles you had endured, but the reality was harsh and you were completely blind to it. When your mind cleared and the haze of sexual tension lifted, you were able to look deeper into the ties that held you together with him, but even then it did not seem to matter. His work was done, and you had fallen victim to the temptation. Jake would be the solution to every sexual desire that you could even imagine would come, but he would be the root cause for a world of trouble you had been desperately trying to stay away from.
Jake was the type of person you could fall in love with, and despite your hatred for dating and all things that came along with it, you were in long past in love just by the first touch. You were addicted to him, and dependancy was infinitely worse than love according to your standards. The power he possessed in his hands was otherworldly, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what else he had in store for you. Your agreement for a single night would be the worst decision you had ever made, but like all bad decisions, you would not realize the extent of the issue until it was long past repairable.
You were brought back to reality by Jake removing his hand from you. The loss of contact was nearly excruciating, and you were desperate for him to keep going until the both of you collapsed in a heap of exhaustion. Even then, you were sure you could still find enough energy to wrap yourself around him once more. “How was that, angel?” He hummed, pulling back from you only slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes heavy-lidded and your body still trembling with the ghost of the orgasm.
“It was so good,” you sighed, already reminiscing on the memory. He gave you a smirk, so small that it was barely noticeable, but you picked up on it. You were certain that you would study ever minuscule detail and movement until it drove you to insanity. He was so captivating that he was the only thing you wanted to know about. He raised his fingers to his lips, sliding his middle finger in his mouth while holding a steady eye contact with you. When his finger landed on his tongue, his eyes fluttered closed in bliss, savouring the taste of your orgasm for as long as he could. After a few seconds, he pulled the digit from his lips, leaving a slight echo of a pop ringing through the air.
“Taste even better than I imagined.” He muttered. Your entire body prickled with an unfamiliar feeling, and you thought you might come undone again just at the sight. Your skin was ablaze with arousal, and your chest was burning with need for him. You had little care about what he was going to do next, and you were just happy to be on the receiving end of it. “See, it wasn’t so hard to be good for me, was it?”
“No, sir.” You breathed, watching him in awe. He took in a long breath, letting the word settle deep in his bones with pride.
“Can you keep being a good girl for me?” He asked, his voice barely breaking through the air.
“Yes, sir.” You nodded, making sure he knew you were being truthful. He smiled at the sound, crouching down slightly and hooking his legs under your thighs. Gently, he brought you to the edge of the countertop, wasting no time before bringing his mouth to your cunt. It was a fantastic apology for the withdrawal of his hands, and it send you straight back into a cloud of euphoria. Your hands snaked to his hair, pulling at the roots in attempt to get him closer than he already was.
His tongue found your clit with little hesitation, and he was working at you like a man starved. His fingers were branding your thighs with marks bound to last long past the excitement, and you didn’t care a bit about it. The evil laced within the movements of his tongue was incomprehensible, much greater than anything he had bestowed upon you with his fingers. You wanted to believe that the man nestled between your thighs was purely human that had just been blessed with otherworldly charm, but you were beginning to have your doubts about the matter. You feared that he was an entity you had not yet encountered, one with strength and power you could not comprehend.
By the first touch, you were in too deep to pull yourself out, and now, you had done nothing but cement the foundation of the entanglement so strongly that not even an earthquake could shake it. He was so powerful that he made it seem natural, and it was almost terrifying. He could leech your life supply directly from the source without you even noticing, and once he began, it felt too good to stop him. He made it appear that you were the one controlling the situation, yet the control had never even been close enough for your fingertips to graze. He was inhuman, and that much you were sure of. The evil was so abundant inside of him that not even a priest could expel it enough to free him.
You knew this to be true, because as your eyes drifted downwards towards him, you could have sworn you saw the shadow of devil horns on the wall when the city lights broke through the darkness just right.
You did not have the luxury to focus on your revelations, because he had brought his hand back to you and continued at his earlier pace. A guttural moan tore from your chest, the feeling overwhelming and making it unable to focus on anything other than him. You finally understood why he was not interested in dating; he was so good at sex that it would be a waste of talent to only share it with one person. It made you curious as to why he was interested in a casual relationship with you, and why he thought that you were the golden ticket to fulfilling all of his needs. You were not anything fantastic, nor were you offering him anything substantial. You could not understand the potential he saw in you, but if he was willing to give you the promise of his hands and his tongue, you would be a fool to refuse it.
You were certain you could not only live, but thrive off the pleasure he was giving you for the rest of your life. If he was interested in a casual commitment to each other, low effort but with a glorious reward, you were more than happy to participate in the agreement. You were certain enough in yourself to cut him off if it got too intense, and you were committed enough to your own security to know when it was time to end things. In the meantime, harmless fun sounded fantastic, and he could provide just that. Besides, he looked too ethereal with his head between your thighs to worry about any consequences. Despite it only being the first time, he was so effortless with his work that it appeared as if he always belonged there.
“Fuck, Jake.” You hissed, finding it hard to keep holding yourself upright. Your arm was shaking underneath the weight of your body, and you cared so little about falling that you didn’t even bother to stop him so you could reposition. The pressure in your belly was intense, letting you know that you were close to the end anyway, and you didn’t need to take any precaution. If he continued at the same pace, you wouldn’t be able to contain your second orgasm of the night.
He hummed against you, showing his enthusiasm about your enjoyment. He made sure to curl his fingers again, remembering that you had enjoyed it the first time he had done it. A rush of pleasure ran through you and your legs involuntarily tightened against his head. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, completely disconnected from your brain and doing whatever it could to keep him there. The movement did not deter him, but only encouraged him further. With one last flick of his tongue in just the right place, you were driven over the edge and crying out his name. Your whole body was rigid, the intensity unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. If his intent truly was to give you the best sex of your life, he had went above and beyond to accomplish it, and you weren’t even to the best part, yet.
He slowly pulled back as he noticed you relax against him, instead peppering kisses on the insides of your thighs. As you both attempted to catch your breath, the tension in the air was at an all time high. You were eager for more, and he was eager to get started. When your mind cleared and you were able to form a coherent thought, you looked down at him with adoration sparkling in your eyes. “Blue.” You whispered, your voice raspy and your throat coarse from the noises he had pried from you. He looked up at the sound, unable to hide the smile on his face. His eyes told you that you had just given him the greatest compliment he’d ever received.
“Really?” He said as if he were pondering the truth of the statement. “I’m just getting started.”
“Really.” You sighed, nodding your head. It was a sad sigh, mostly because you hated admitting that he had been right all along. But, you had always been one to believe that you should give credit where credit is due, and this was definitely a perfect example of the philosophy. “I’ll even clean your counters for you, since I was the one who made the mess.” You chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat with a blush.
“Don’t worry about that,” he brushed you off, rising to his feet. “That was the best meal this kitchen has ever seen.” You rolled your eyes at the comment, but couldn’t help the smile that was blossoming on your lips. Even in his boyish humour, there was still an unexplainable charm laced into it. Everything about him was irresistible, and you couldn’t seem to get enough of him. You held on to his arm for support as you got down off the counter, refusing to let go until you were steady on your feet. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands and bringing him into another kiss. The suddenness distracted him from his comment, and he was immediately immersed in you once again. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, a gentle tease and a thank you for his service. You could feel him start to smile as you pulled away.
Without any further conversation, you slowly sunk to your knees in front of him. It took him a second to process your change in direction, but he certainly could not find a complaint about it. He was painfully hard, his erection strained against his pants as he waited for you to proceed. You made the process as slow as possible, needing to resume your commitment to your teasing. You knew it was driving him crazy, and if you had to admit, you loved it. You brought your hand to his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it from the loops. You discarded it on the floor, moving next to the button and zipper. You unzipped it painfully slow, making sure to hold eye contact with him while you did so. With his help, his pants were also discarded in the floor, leaving him only in his boxers.
Your mouth was watering at the thought of what was beneath the thin material, eager to please him after such a phenomenal performance from him. With a little courage, you took the final step in freeing him from his boxers. You felt another rush of arousal straight to your core at the sight. He was desperate for relief, but he was allowing you to make the first move; as excited as he was, he cared greatly about your comfortability and wanted you to know you had the option to change your mind if needed. You moved forward, parting your lips slightly as you took him into your mouth. He let out a hiss of pleasure at the feeling, the stimulation small but still fantastic. The sound gave you a boost of confidence, knowing that he would enjoy whatever you were offering him.
You relaxed your jaw, focusing on his head just for a moment. You let your tongue flick over the sensitive area a few times, revelling in the sounds of enjoyment coming from him. You thought they were the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard, and you would go to the ends of the earth to continue pleasing him just to hear them again. After a moment, you drew in a long breath before taking him in further. You took him far enough for the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat, then you began to bob your head. His head fell backwards in bliss as his hand reached to gather your hair from your face. You let out a moan against him, the vibration intensifying the feeling for him.
You had never been so willing to submit to a man, let alone a stranger on a one night stand, but you were willing to do it all for him. He was intoxicating, and you wanted to live in the filthy, drunken hookup for the rest of your life. It was exhilarating, and you had never experienced sex that was so enjoyable. Usually, the men talked themselves up so much that they inevitably underperformed. With some, it was easy to overlook the disappointment because they left you with an orgasm or two, but most didn’t even meet that quota. Never in your life had you found someone who was so concerned with your pleasure, and never one who was so willing to give before receiving anything himself. It was practically unheard of in modern dating and hookup culture, and you weren’t willing to let him slip through your fingers.
If he wanted casual with no strings attached, you would oblige to the request without any further hesitation. He had proved himself beyond anything you could have imagined, and your only hope was that you could do the same.
He let out a sigh, holding your hair tightly in his fist. He couldn’t stop himself from guiding your head down on him, the need for more too much to resist. “You look even prettier with my cock in your mouth.” He muttered, looking down at you while you tried to keep up with his guidance. Your eyes flickered upwards, catching his stare through your lashes. He was feral looking, his jaw hard set with a flame dancing in his pupils. He was crazy for you, and he felt no need to hide it. You let out a hum of agreement, the vibration adding a little more energy to the sensation he was already experiencing. “Fuck, angel.” He groaned, adding a little more force to his hand. “Just tap my leg if you need me to stop.”
With that, he began moving your head for you, completely taking the control. He tried his best to keep it tolerable for you, but he was succumbing to the pleasure more with each second that passed. You tried your best to focus on your breathing rather than the feeling of him down your throat, but it was growing difficult with each thrust of his hips. Tears were forming in your eyes, smudging mascara down your cheeks, and you were fighting a gag with every movement. You were too stubborn to give up, but you had to admit that his size was a bit hard to handle. His grip on your hair was tight, and he seemed too enthralled in the moment to notice your struggle.
He pushed your head down on him, his cock sliding down your throat as his head fell back in bliss. Your eyes squeezed shut as your throat constricted around him, the gag no longer able to be prevented. He let out a long slur of curses laced with a moan, enjoying every second of your suffering. You had to admit that you were enjoying it too, and you knew that you would do it a million times over again just to please him. You felt him twitch in your mouth, a sure sign that he was close, but he wasn’t willing to risk ending the fun. He withdrew, finally allowing you a full breath of air. You coughed a few times, clearing your throat and bringing yourself back to reality. He kneeled down to your level, eyes carefully inspecting your face.
He did enjoy the sight of you so disheveled, but he worried that he went a little too far. He brought his thumb to your cheek, wiping away the tear stains as you wiped your chin clean from any spit still lingering. “You want me to fuck you now, baby?”
“Yes, please.” You muttered, nodding your head eagerly. He helped you to your feet, leaning down and capturing you in a kiss that lasted only a few seconds.
“Let’s get this off of you.” He mumbled against your lips, his hands snaking under the bunched up material of your dress. You pulled back from him, lifting your arms and allowing him to slip it over your head. He tossed it to the floor, but his eyes were only focused on your now fully exposed body. He took in a long breath, trying his best to contain the filthy thoughts he was having, but it was showing clearly in his expression alone. You watched him, silent and unmoving while you awaited his next move. Slowly, he brought his hands back to you, gentle in his touch as if he thought you were fragile. In truth, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen some so beautiful before and he wanted to take his time to fully admire you.
His hands dropped to your hips as he guided you towards him and your hands reached out for him, already yearning to feel him on your skin again. He kissed you again, more intense than the one before and this time, he didn’t seem keen on breaking it. In a swift motion, he picked you up once more. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Instead of placing you on the counter again, he turned around and broke the kiss just for a moment to see what his next move would be. His eyes landed on the kitchen table, his train of thought apparent without him even speaking a word. He took two steps forward, holding you tightly with one hand to make sure he wouldn’t drop you. He inspected the surface that was littered with papers and journals full of half-written songs.
With little care, he took his free hand and swiped away all of the items with a single movement. You turned your head, looking to watch all of papers float to the floor with little grace. You couldn’t deny that his actions only turned you on more; the desperation laced within his solution was hot, much like everything else he had done that night. He bent down, placing you on the table with caution. He let his hands fall back to your hips, pulling you to the edge of the table so he could have easy access to you. His hand drifted to your lower back as he brought his lips to your neck, finding the most sensitive spots straight away. You barely knew him, and you barely knew anything about him, but he seemed to know your body better than anyone ever had before. It was like he had a greater understanding of you than even yourself.
A breathy moan sounded from you as he sucked light marks into the skin just below your ear. One of his hands came to your chest, happy that your lack of clothing was giving him the opportunity to know all of you. He let his thumb drift over your nipple, sending a surge of electricity straight through you. Everything he was doing felt amazing, but you were done with the foreplay, even if it was fantastic. The tension was so strong that you thought you might break underneath the weight of it.
“Please fuck me, Jake.” You begged, delirious from all of the stimulation that you were feeling. “I need you.” His eyes rolled back in his head at the sound, addicted to the feeling of being needed by you. It was better than any drug and stronger than any other addiction. He would do whatever he could to make sure you always wanted him that way.
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” He threw out the rhetoric, not expecting an answer from you. Instead he hiked your leg up and around him, making sure you took the hint to hold it there. “Didn’t realize you were such a little whore.” The word knocked the air from your lungs, replacing it with a venomous desire. Your chest was burning from how badly you needed him, and you knew that you would do anything just to be insulted by him, because even hurtful words sounded pleasant coming from his mouth. It was a luxury to be a whore for him, and you were an idiot for trying so hard to turn him down.
You felt him line himself up with your entrance, both of you aching for relief, knowing that the sex was bound to be beyond anything you had been imagining all night. “You want me, angel?” He asked, his voice husky and filled with lust. You caught sight of his eyes, which were now completely unfamiliar to you. The warm brown that was so inviting was not black with desire, and a different man was standing before you.
If you had to admit, you liked this one much better.
“Please, sir. Need you inside of me.” You whispered, sweetly and softly to coax him into giving you what you wanted. The gentle tone seemed to drive him over the edge, and without any further consideration, he pushed himself inside you. You both let out a mutual sigh of satisfaction at the feeling, but you were both already wanting more. He could not bother with a slow start, knowing that neither of you wanted to take things easy. His rocked his hips while keeping a firm hold on your hips, making sure nothing could disturb the long awaited pleasures.
You wrapped an arm around his neck, already finding yourself bargaining with an orgasm. If he was an evil entity, his trade was sex, and you knew he could use it for punishment and reward. Something about him was otherworldly, and you started to fear that your agreement with him would ultimately be your demise. He made you feel too good to want to let go of him, but the idea of the relationship getting messy was paralyzingly terrifying. At the same time, rationality was only second to the way he made you feel, and heartbreak was a risk you were willing to take to indulge in his sin.
“Fuck, Jake.” You groaned, tangling your fingers in the roots of his hair.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He did not need to ask the question; he already knew the answer, and the affirmation was solely to further his growing ego.
“Feels so fucking good.” You whimpered, struggling to keep your leg wrapped around him while he continued on his brutal pace. He was hitting the perfect angle, a pleasurable pain shooting through you with every re-entry. He used his arm to guide your upper half down towards the table, and you used a free hand to hold yourself up.
“Being so good for me, angel.” His fingers reached between your legs while his gaze stayed focused on your face, enthralled in the expressions you were making. Your eyes squeezed shut in bliss as he found your clit again, rubbing circles as he continued to fuck you. You thought it almost comical that he called you angel, because you were so convinced that he was the devil. The two did not seem to coincide with each other, yet you remained tangled up in each other in what felt like perfect harmony.
The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming, much more intense than you expected, and it was a feeling you wished to have forever. You would be perfectly content if you lived out your next sixty years in the same position, with his hands on you and his sweet words whispered in your ear. His fingers focused on your already sensitive clit was driving you near insanity. You weren’t sure if he was naturally good at what he did, or if he was trying extra hard to ensure you would come back to him. Either way, you were certain that when the morning came and you sobered up, you would still want him just the same. Days would pass, and you would be knocking on his door begging for a shred of what he gave you the first night you spent together. It was so good that you didn’t even care if he played the same game with every girl he picked up at the bar, because even if it was a reused version of his character, it was working. Every movement, every slight touch and sweet word that came from his mouth seemed special, like it was perfectly crafted just for your taste. You wanted to believe that even if he was a player and you were a recluse that denounced love, the moments shared between you was of importance.
“Do you want to cum for me, baby?” His words came out in a slight slur, telling you that he was having a hard time holding back his own orgasm. The night was so full of excitement that you were both surprised he held on for as long as he did. He was ready to fuck you as soon as he laid his eyes on you in the bar, and everything that came after was pure torture. He was struggling with not succumbing to the temptation, mostly because he was determined to give you even more than he already had. Disappointment was not a factor he was willing to accept.
“Yes, please.” You pleaded, noticing the movements of his fingers become more precise. His free hand rose to your neck, his fingers gently clasping around it to give you a chance to speak up against the action. You were so strung out from the pleasure that you were sure he could do whatever he wanted to you and you would never be able to find a complaint about it. When he was certain you were comfortable with his actions, his fingers tightened ever so slightly, beginning to restrict the blood flow to your head.
You took in a long breath, the burning in the pit of your stomach growing stronger by the second. You let your eyes close to focus on the pleasure, feeling your heartbeat pound in your ears. “Come on, angel.” His gentle encouragement was heavenly paired with the movement of his fingers and his hips. You were barely hanging on, and as his hand tightened around your neck again, all of the nerves in your body ignited with a fire that was impossible to contain.
“Jake,” you warned, but the words were weak and the rasp in your voice made it near impossible to hear. He was listening intently though, and he heard it as clear as day. It was nothing but motivation for him, driving him to keep going. As much as he was enjoying himself, he was most concerned with making you feel good. His pleasure came second to yours, and it was not up for debate.
Your head began to spin and your legs started to shake. The earth felt like it was turned upside down and it was spinning out of control. The orgasm tore through you in a violent fashion, but you couldn’t seem to find the energy to voice it to him. He slowly released his hold on your neck and instead moved his hand to the back of your head to hold you upright. You took in a long breath, unsure if you would ever be able to fill your lungs with the air you so desperately needed. “That’s it,” he muttered, slowing his hips slightly to allow you to recover “that’s my girl.” The words send another rush of pleasure through you, extending the climax even further.
You were exhausted, but he was far from done. As you regained some control over your body and mind, he ceased the movement of his fingers. “That was amazing.” You sighed, clearing your throat from the rasp that was still lingering.
“Yeah?” He crooned, a cocky smile on his lips. Once he was sure you were well and fully recovered, he withdrew and used his arm to slide you off of the table. When your feet hit the floor, he wasted no time turning you around and guiding your upper half down towards the table. “You think you can keep being good for me?” He asked, the tip of his cock already eagerly resting against your cunt. You let out a mutter of agreement, too tired to speak the words to him. “Just a little bit longer, sweet girl.” He promised, reaching up and twisting your hair into his fist.
With that, he pushed himself inside of you, the feeling amplified even further due to the ghost of your last orgasm. You were extremely sensitive, almost so much so that you questioned if you could keep going. Once he started a steady rhythm and you were pulled back into pleasure, you knew you could. You would do anything to give back the feeling that he was giving you. “Oh, god.” You groaned, the angle in which he was moving already driving you crazy. His hand tightened on your hair, pushing your head further down on the table. Your cheek was pressed against it, but he wasn’t holding you too harshly in fear of hurting you. The legs of the table were rocking with his movement, and as he sped, you feared that it might break under the pressure.
“You take it so good, angel.” He muttered, but he was no longer talking to you; he was so lost in the sex that he had no filter for his thoughts. Anything and everything that came to mind was ultimately spoken, mostly because he could not find the will to hold it back. “Such a good little whore.” You let out a shaky breath, the words settling deep in your stomach, blossoming into the beginning of another orgasm. His free hand raised and his palm came down on your ass with a loud smack. It sent a jolt of pain through you, making you jump under the touch. “Can you give me one more?” He asked, his hips stuttering as he tried his best to keep his composure.
“I don’t know,” you were honest with him, knowing that you would love to comply with every one of his wishes, but also knowing that even the thought of another orgasm was exhausting. Your body was tired, and so was your mind. He was pushing you as far as you could go, but you were more than happy to let him do it.
“I know you can, sweetheart. Just one more.” He said, but it was a plea hidden inside a powerful tone. He needed you to come again, just so he could ensure he gave you as much as he possibly could.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, your body doing all of the decision making for you. The knot in your stomach was tight, and your legs were locked in position to brace yourself for the intensity of the pleasure. The more he spoke to you, the more certain you felt about being unable to withstand another climax. Then again, you were sure he could convince you of anything if he was using the same sultry tone of voice.
“That’s it, baby.” He reinforced the idea, hoping you would submit to the feeling and stop worrying.
“I can’t,” you shook your head against his grip, knowing that you were long past your limit, even if your body was trying to convince you otherwise. The feeling of him inside you was so good that it was nearly painful, and your entire body was ablaze with overstimulation. He let his hand come down on your ass again, the sound echoing through the room and making home in the walls, permanently cementing the memory there. Neither of you would ever be able to look at the room the same way after such a filthy display was made in it.
“You can,” he pressed, not liking the disobedient attitude. He continued on with the steady movement of his hips, and before you knew it, you descended into a whole new type of pleasure below him. Your entire body seemed to give out from underneath you. Your legs were vibrating and tears were forming in your eyes as a slur of moans and curses fell from your lips. He slipped his arm underneath your hips, holding you up so there was no fear of you falling. Your walls were clenched around him, and you thought that the intensity alone would kill you. “Fuck, y/n.” He hissed, absolutely smitten by the state of you.
His own orgasm came harshly, sending him into a similar state of euphoria. His movements stuttered, and he was holding you up while trying not to topple over himself. Eventually, once you both seemed to relax, he slowed his hips to a near stop. He looked down at the sight, his jaw clenched as he fucked his release back into you. He was almost disappointed that the fun had come to an end, but he knew that you were much too tired to continue on. Carefully, he withdrew from you while continuing to hold you steady. “You okay, sweetheart?” The concern in his voice was astounding.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, your eyes refusing to open. You were so tired that you could have fallen asleep standing there, and your body was aching from the nights excitement.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He spoke softly, so different from the way he was speaking to you only moments before. He removed his hand from your hair and helped you off the table. When you were steady on your feet, he let his hand fall on your lower back in a gentle embrace, full of concern and care. He guided you to the bathroom where you both cleaned yourself and erased any evidence from the sinful experience you had engaged in. When you were finished, you returned to the kitchen and made a move to grab your dress. “What are you doing?” He chuckled, watching you with curiosity.
“Getting my clothes so I can go home.” You answered, but the sleepiness was making it hard to formulate the words.
“I don’t think so.” He shook his head, walking to meet you. He grabbed the dress from your hand and tossed it back on the floor before nudging you in the direction of his bedroom. “There’s no way I’m letting you get in a cab like that. I can take you home tomorrow.”
“I’m okay,” you tried to argue, but you were melting into the warm touch of his hands.
“You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He said, making sure you knew that he would not allow you to leave. “I’m not putting you in a taxi with a stranger while you’re this drunk and tired. Who knows what could happen.” He mumbled, the second part was more to himself than anything else. It almost seemed as if he was ashamed of caring so deeply.
“You’re a stranger, Jake.” You reminded him, but your eyes landed on the bed and you immediately felt a change of heart. It was screaming with coziness, the blankets and pillows more inviting than anything you’d ever seen before.
“Don’t think you can call me a stranger anymore, sweetheart.” He laughed, opening his dresser to grab you a t-shirt to sleep in. He tossed it on the bed so you could grab it, which you did while uttering a small thank you. You slipped it over your head, the smell of his cologne was overwhelming and oddly comforting. You pulled back the comforter and slid into the bed, your eyes immediately closing in bliss. “I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” He said, the sound causing you to crack an eye open in surprise.
“What?” You asked, baffled at his statement. “No, you can… I mean, if you want to… I don’t think it’s fair if I get the bed and you get the couch.” Your words came out in a jumbled mess, and your thoughts were just the same. “I can stay on the couch, or we can both… yeah.” You felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment. You weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk or if it was because he was hot, but you were flustered and apparently, no good at hiding it.
“You’re sure you’re with me being in bed, too?” He didn’t speak a word about your nervous rambling. He didn’t want to embarrass you further, and in truth, he didn’t really care. He was only concerned about your comfort.
“Yeah.” You assured him. “Like you said, not really strangers anymore.” You laughed.
“That’s true.” He nodded, slipping on a pair of boxers and climbing under the covers, too. Instinctively, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him.
“Pushing it.” You said, but humour was clear in your tone.
“Shut up and go to sleep.” He laughed as you relaxed against him.
And sleep you did, carelessly and peacefully, unknowing and uncaring about the world of trouble you had created in just one small lapse of judgement. The morning would come and your senses would return, but it was far too late to stop the situation from descending into the chaos you were so desperate to avoid. His web was spun, and you were caught, even if neither of you were aware of the mistakes you had made that inevitably landed you there. The first deadly sin was committed, soon to be followed by six more, and not even a confession nor repenting could save you from your own wrongdoings.
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