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headkiss · 4 months

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omg reader and jack making hotch a cute personal christmas present together would absolutely melt my heart 😭❤️ (and hotch's too)

hi lovely! thank u sm for ur request i hope u like it <333 | 0.8k of fluff with jack and hotch!

Aaron Hotchner breathes warmth into your life.

It’s in everything he does. The way he stocks his cupboards with your favorite snacks, the drawers in his dresser that are now yours, the extra hook by the door for your jacket. You never thought you’d find someone like him, someone who treats you so well.

It isn’t just with you, either.

There’s his team and how highly they speak of him, how highly he speaks of them, too. And, of course, there’s his son.

Jack looks up to his dad in a way that tugs at your heartstrings whenever you see it. He sits in his office with him whenever Hotch will let him, even highlights and writes over fake files Aaron gives him that are much more innocent than the ones the BAU actually deal with.

And because Aaron raised him, Jack has that same warmth his father does, only he doesn’t try to conceal it nearly as much.

You’d been worried at first, about what Jack would think of you, how he’d react to a new person in not only his life, but Aaron’s, too. Now, all you feel is lucky that you get to be a part of their life.

With Christmas coming up, you feel luckier than ever.

Jack had waited until Aaron was in the washroom the last time you were over to ask you if you’d help him make a gift for Hotch, and your answer of ‘of course’ was simple as breathing.

Now, you’re sitting with Jack at the kitchen table, Aaron still at the office. You picked him up from school—something you’re happy to do whenever Hotch needs the help, something that makes you feel lucky, too—and went to the craft store before coming back and setting up.

There are supplies spread across the table, markers and glue, stickers and printed pictures.

“Can you pass me the blue, please?” Jack asks you.

You smile, handing him the marker he asked for and smiling even bigger at his sweet ‘thank you.’ Then, you hear the jingle of keys turning in the door, and you and Jack look at each other surprised, his eyes wide.

“How about this,” you say, “I’ll distract your dad, you hide his present, yeah? We’ll finish it next time, promise.”

Jack nods, his face serious like you’ve just given him a real mission. He starts packing things up right away.

Aaron rarely comes home early, no matter how much he wants to. He’s focused, determined, always doing as much as he can while he’s in the office. So, whenever he gets the chance, he tries to get home sooner. To get home to Jack. To you.

His shoulders feel lighter as soon as he steps inside, as soon as he hears the muffled sound of your voice, the response of his son’s laughter.

You come out of the kitchen, the neckline of your t-shirt loose over your shoulder, a pair of Aaron’s socks bunched at your ankles. “Hey, Hotchner. You’re home early.”

“Hi, honey.” Aaron sets his things down, opting to get you in his arms, instead. He reaches for you at the same time you move towards him, like magnets. He trails his fingertips down your arms, holding your hands in his. “Where’s Jack?”

You squeeze Aaron’s hands once before letting go. “One second.”

You turn back to the kitchen, peeking your head in to find that Jack has, for the most part, cleared the table of any evidence. When you look at him, he gives you a thumbs up, “all clear.”

Hotch knows something’s going on with the way you’re acting. He is a profiler, after all. But he decides not to ask, because he trusts you, and he figures he’ll find out soon enough.

You’ve never been the best at keeping secrets from him.

He comes into the kitchen after you, tossing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you closer so he can press a kiss to the side of your head.

“Dad!” Jack cheers, rushing to hug Aaron’s legs.

“Hey, buddy.”

When Aaron looks at the table, he notices that Jack must’ve missed a spot when hiding any evidence, leaving behind two markers. Red and green.

He can feel his heartbeat do something funny in his chest, jumping, skipping, like the rhythm has shifted to beat in a different pattern. He thinks about what you must’ve been doing: making some sort of gift with Jack.

Aaron didn’t think he could love his family anymore, then you came into it and everything felt right, like you’d been the last puzzle piece to click into place.

He pats Jack on the shoulder and kisses your head again.

And on Christmas morning, when Aaron opens the scrapbook you and Jack made him, his smile is instant and wide. He swears he feels his heart swell in his chest.

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dreamauri · 5 months

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Not completely sure if your requests are open, but in case they are, asking for a needy, subby Lando after a sucky qualifying result. Please and thank. 💛💛💛

♪ — 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗞 max verstappen x reader (smut) “. . . lando absolutely hates when you, his good luck charm, aren't able to attended his races, especially after shitty qualifying. his solution? take all the good luck he can from you right now.”

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“You’ll do fine.” “No I won't! I suck.” You sighed deeply, bouncing on the bed slightly when Lando plopped face down on the bed beside you. You purse your lips looking at his exhausted and tired figure. “My love,” You leaned on your arm beside him, gently playing with his curls.

He tilted his head to look at you, revealing the big pout on his face. “You’ll do amazing tomorrow.” you assured him, pecking his lips. Lando pouted even harder ( somehow ) when you pulled away.

He leaned up on his forearms, asking for another kiss, and another and another. He eventually just held the back of your neck and made out with you. You felt yourself giggling as you pulled away from him, the brit protesting and trying to pull you back.

“Why don’t you go take a shower and then we can rest as much as you need? We have all the time till tomorrow.” You chuckled as he sat up, kissing you one last time before getting up. “Don’t remind me about tomorrow.” He groaned, undressing with a huff.

You held in a giggle as he struggled to take off his papaya shirt, gently smacking his ass and running away before he could attack back. Lando looked at you with a deep frown. “I’ll get you back for that.” He warned, pointing and staring at you as he walked to the washroom.

By the time Lando was out, you were snuggled into the mattress under the covers scrolling through your phone. You looked up once you realized lando was looking down at you. He was all wet, only a towel wrapped around his abdomen. You tilted your head giving him an innocent look.

“Don’t play cutesy on me!” Lando chuckled unamused, folding his arms. “You’re too uptight.” You hummed, pulling him to sit down with you. You pulled him in a soft kiss. Lando huffed looking away. “Why are you mad at me/ I didn’t do nothin’.”

Lando leaned in and kissed you again. “You’re not going to be here for the race tomorrow.” He kissed you again, tilting his head for another peck. “I’m gonna need a lot of your luck to get back in the top ten at least.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I can give you all the luck you need right now.” You teased, hooking one of your fingers on the top of his towel pulling it undone. “What do you have in mind?” His tone was teasing as he slipped under the covers with you.

Lando was too impatient, pulling the hem of your shirt up and digging straight away with the kisses. His hands were quick to pull your pants down, at least to your knees. And with no hesitation he buried his head between your thighs, licking up your slit once before digging in like a starved man.

Your fingers found his hair quickly giving him a little tug each time you felt him moan against your walls or clit. "I want all of you. I want to drink all of you, give it to me baby. please please please." You clenched your eyes shut the vibrations from his words against your skin, starting the count down.

Lando could see it, he knew the way you clenched around nothing and the way you whimpered. He held he tongue out, pumping you with two of his digits till your orgasm dawned on you. He had no care for how loud your moans were or how much you were pulling on his hair. All he cared for right now was drinking every single drop you gave him.

"One more, one more time." He encouraged. You were about to protest when you felt him switch up the position now with you riding your face. "Please please." He begged holding on of your hips up to support you. You couldn't even protest because his index and middle finger had found your clit, pinched and grinding between the two digits. His tongue was inside you again, making home against your g-spot.

"You're so beautiful, I want all of you. Please please please." Before you even knew it you were cumming again and Lando was slurping all of it. You could see him gulping. He even tried to suck but you quickly stopped him because the feeling was too intense. Instead, you pulled lando to sit up and shakily into lotus. The brit welcomed it, holding your hips and helping you sink down on his length. Only, you just took about the first inch.

". . . Take yout time." He apparently wasn't getting the memo because you weren't going to go farther than this tonight. "I'm not taking any more, that's it." You shook your head, starting to ride his tip. You could feel his whole pulsing, biting his lip nervously as he looked at you. "Please my love, I've been a good boy. Please, I need you." He tried to sweet talk you, kissing your neck and trying to pull you further down ever so gently and smoothy.

"No." He took his hands right that second, tucking them under his arm pits and letting you do whatever you wanted to do. He hated when you sad no. But he respected it too much. He bit on finger nails, anxiously watching you satisfy yourself while he was being edged.

It was good enough to make him all on fire but not enough to snap that coil of his. And which each second, you felt him get harder and squirm and twitch under you. He even had tears in his eyes as he painfully stared at his tortured cock. You eventually gave in when you heard the tinsiest bit of a sob leave his lips. Tipping your body back, you let him climb on top. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pulling him close, pushing his length all the way in.

The sluttiest most high pithed tiny moan you have ever heard in your entire left his mouth. And with no encouragement needed, he began thrusting. He unfortunately didn't get past the third thrust, spilling into you and collapsing on you from the intense climax. You couldn't help but giggle as you gently hugged his shaking boy, pressing soft kisses to his cheek.

The McLaren driver did start the thrusts back up again, shaky and slow and he kissed you sloppily. "You're being such a good boy. You think You have one more in you?" He nodded. Anything for you and the luck you'll bring him tomorrow.

You went a few more rounds, switching to leap frog. You were looking back, leaving pecks on his cheeks and lips, moans leaving both your mouths but Lando's more quieter and high pitched. You thought he was always so cute when he was like this. And before you knew it, he'd spilled into you one last time. He was to tired to continue, sweat coating both your skin.

"I didn't cum yet." You reminded him. Lando whined, taking a deep breath before attempting to move. He's paused ever two centimetres, body too over stimulated. It was cute. He was at his end and he was trying to hard. "That's okay lan," You pulled away gently, letting him rest on his side. he looked at you with half lidded his, leaning up to meet your kiss once you offered. His eyes winded, watching you insert two of your digits inside your self, reaching your own climax after a few more pumps.

He gladly accepted your fingers in his mouth, savouring the taste on his tongue one last time before eventually passing out.

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kooktrash · 2 years

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the act of falling | jeon jungkook

summary: what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

warnings | 14.4K words. smut. angst. fluff. established fwb. fuckboy!jk x fem!reader. they’re both toxic, jealous easily, possessive. they both argue a lot and kinda immature and hurtful. y/n has trust and commitment issues. jk has vulnerability issues. protected sex. wall sex. rough. oral (f and m). cunnilingus. fingering. jk’s eats. manhandling. missionary. grinding. dirty talk. nipple play. hand job. blow job. spit kink. deepthroat. Idk what else bud there’s probs more. degrading names—jk calls y/n a bitch. hurtful arguments.

The look in both sets of eyes was lack of amusement. Unsurprised and definitely not at all caught off guard by the sight of other. This was surprisingly a familiar betrayal, the kind that you lie about even when you know you’ll get caught. It was comical even, the need to lie to each other when you didn’t have to. What you two had was not serious at all. You shouldn’t have to lie about where you’d be.

Jungkook was the one to break the eye contact shifting his gaze back to the girl in front of him again. The girl’s brows furrowed in concern, “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong is that you told him you couldn’t meet up with him tonight because you weren’t feeling and now you’re here with some guy. The other thing that’s wrong is Jungkook had also told you it’s fine because he was working tonight even though he’s definitely not. You both were looking for a way to flake’s tonight’s plan to link up despite not seeing each other in over a week. That was already a lot of time without seeing each other and yet you both flaked out tonight. That’s what’s wrong.

“Nothing,” Jungkook cleared his throat chugging down his drink. Unfortunately for her he’s already lost complete interest in her the second he saw you tonight when you were supposed to be home sick. In reality he has no reason to be upset and yet he still was. Why did you lie so you wouldn’t have to see him tonight?

You came into his life in phases, and he’s sure you could say the same about him. You’re really just a fling but you’re the only one he goes back to every now and then. You’re not dating thankfully but you’re definitely hooking up whenever you see each other. It could be weeks before you see each other again but when you do your fling lasts another few weeks. Then, you phase out into your own lives again and ghost each other. A random night like tonight will come where you remember the other exists and you hit each other up to meet, but clearly you both flaked.

He’s just not ready for you yet. He’s not ready to get sucked back into you. He knows that what you two have is a simple no strings attached agreement but sometimes it felt the complete opposite. Like now for example, when he can practically feel the glare in your eyes on his skin. Not that he minds, he likes that you’re the jealous type. You make him feel better for being the same. But still, you had no reason to be jealous when you’re here with another guy too.

You know you don’t have be glaring at the girl he was currently dancing with but you just couldn’t help it. He hasn’t seen you in over a month and he lied to you so he could meet her tonight? Yeah alright. He’s so annoying.

The girl gave him a girlish smile as she clung to his arm, “I’ll be back, I’m going to the washroom.”

Jungkook nodded his head letting her go off as he waited there in a crowd of sweaty drunk bodies. The heat in his body was beginning to rise as if he was a bomb ready to go off. His tongue poked his cheek wondering about whatever while he waited for the chick to come back. Unfortunately, his mind kept wandering back to the thought of you. Before he knew it his feet were taking him in your direction completely forgetting the girl he met tonight. He couldn’t remember her name anyway.

You spotted him the second he made his way over to you and suddenly the guy in front of you didn’t seem interesting anymore. You looked at the guy, “I need a drink.”

He blinked in confusion before your brow arched waiting for him to act. Just like that he was stuttering over his words and he walked away, “I’ll g—go get you a dri…nk, yeah…”

Jungkook was in front of you now staring down at you in hunger that he hoped was masked by complete displeasure in seeing you here, “Thought you said you didn’t feel good tonight.”

“Thought you were DJing tonight,” you said in response. You looked over to the bar where the guy you’d come with waited. Across the place was the group of people you came with tonight where you met that guy from. You had to move before they noticed where you were or the guy came back. Jungkook didn’t even question it when he began following you.

“Why’d you lie?” He asked. He acted annoyed with you even if he was anything but relieved. Now he doesn’t have to pretend to connect with some random girl so that she goes home with him tonight. It was clearly no question now that he ran into you anyway. You’re the one he’ll be taking home.

You didn’t even bother to think about the guy you just met and you didn’t question the girl he was sending back off to her friends. Instead you just pushed on the exit door toward the parking lot repeating the question back to him, “Why’d you lie?”

“I asked you first,” he said childishly as he already took his keys out pushing the button to unlock his car. It’s like your bodies moved on autopilot running to an escape where it’s just you two.

“Are you taking me home?” You asked even as you walked behind him to his car. He turned to look at you waiting a little so his pace matched yours and he shamelessly let his hand rest on your lower back just above the curve of your butt. He flashed you a mischievous smirk, “Yeah, mine.”

Meeting Jungkook unexpectedly had always been the only way you two cross paths. It was such an on and off sort of fling but it was never anything more than hooking up. Sure, on occasion you might’ve invited each other to some party but other than that your meetings were for purely sexual reasons. You did have a partner once upon a time but that was over a year ago. Since then you just meet with Jungkook every now and then for whatever fling you’re having. Then when you two phase out you go back to doing your own thing, going on dates, talking with other guys, etc. The only reason you’d go back to Jungkook every time you run into each other is because of the familiarity.

You hated having to go through the process of meeting someone new. You knew what you wanted and you didn’t want to work for it. Jungkook knew you and your body already so it was easy to fall back into your sneaky link routine.

By morning Jungkook didn’t even question his actions when he rolled over to try and snuggle into you. He hit an empty bed that had his hand searching across your side of the bed to find you. After a moment of blindly searching he finally woke up. You were gone and he meant gone from his apartment. You weren’t in the bathroom or kitchen or anything. He sat up against the headboard stretching his limbs out as he tried waking himself up more. He sat there for a moment trying to regain consciousness and reached over to the nightstand for his phone. You probably woke up early and got a cab or something back to your place.

Now that he was awake he could remember last night. He’d gone to the nightclub to destress and he met that girl there. He had full intentions to take her home until he saw you with some guy and his plans changed. You were his sneaky link, nobody else’s as far as he’s concerned. His chest filled with pride when you ditched that guy for him too. He didn’t even know the girl well enough to care about leaving her when he saw you. It was just so easy with you. He didn’t have to explain why he wasn’t looking for anything serious. He didn’t have to pretend to be pleasured by what they did to him. He had you who knew his body inside and out. You knew how to get him excited and you owned half the pleasure he received. You knew the deal too. Neither one of you expected anything more than a hook up and that’s how he liked it. He didn’t have to play nice after doing the dirty and you knew when it was time to go. It was just so easy. He will admit that you could’ve at least told him when you left. He checked his phone notifications, smiling a little to himself.

y/n: fyi I left around 7

y/n: u were snoring and I couldn’t sleep

jungkook: lame

jungkook: u were snoring too and I put up with it

The next time Jungkook met up with his friends was at Namjoon’s place. He had a few people over since he just moved into a new apartment and Jungkook was bored beyond belief. The only chicks around were his friend’s girlfriends plus their own friends. They were annoying and they threw themselves at him in the most obnoxious way. Usually he’d put up with it if it meant he can convince one of them to hook up but right now he’s not in the mood. He’s debating if he should text you to come over. Fuck it.

“Who are you texting?” Taehyung asked taking a seat next to him. Jungkook didn’t look up from his phone as he asked what you were doing through text. He responded to Taehyung, “Y/n.”

“Whoa, when did you start messing around with Y/n again?” Jin asked sitting on the other side of him. Jungkook looked up at him with a shrug of his shoulders, “Few days ago. I just invited her over.”

“How’s she doing?” Taehyung asked. The last time he heard Jungkook talk about you had to have been at least a month and a half ago.

You fit so well with all of them when you and Jungkook are hooking up again. Some of the other girls Jungkook brings around are just such a drag that being around them is hard. Of course they never last anyway but for some reason Jungkook always comes back to you. Taehyung knows Jungkook says it’s nothing serious and hell you’re both fine with the arrangements but sometimes he wonders if there’s more to it.

Never being the type to question his friend’s relationship he keeps quiet but he really wants to ask Jungkook why he doesn’t just date you. You clearly like each other enough to hook up every now and then and he usually never goes back to same chick twice yet he’s been having random flings with you for over a year. Taehyung gets you’re both busy with work and your own lives he just doesn’t get how that stops you two from seeing each other more often.

When you got here Jungkook didn’t even bother meeting you downstairs. You were let up and Namjoon got the door for you greeting you with a hug saying it’s been a while since he last saw you. Jungkook was quick to go to you then, not hugging you or anything just being there next to you.

“Are you working later?” You asked Jungkook. He was a DJ Thursday to Sunday at a friend’s nightclub and then on the days he has off he doesn’t do anything but hobbies. The pay was good as a DJ especially when he got to work business events that he didn’t have to stress about money. The nightclub was pretty popular and every weekend it was a sure hit to be completely packed. That’s how he met you actually. Over a year ago on your 21st birthday you went to Hoseok’s night club where Jungkook was playing at and your friend asked if you could go up to where he was at since it was your birthday. Normally Jungkook would’ve said no but one look at you and he was even letting you wear his headphones and scratch a record. By the end of the night you two hooked up in the back of his Mercedes Benz and exchanged numbers.

Jungkook never expected to see you again after that but on a night he didn’t work he ran into you down in Hongdae and one thing led to another and you were hooking up yet again. This time it was in the club restroom—very classy yes. Then after that he slid up on your story of you wearing a nice bikini and boom you were meeting up again. In the span of a year you managed to have an unspoken agreement that you were just using each other when you needed it and forgetting each other when you didn’t. It’s the closest relationship Jungkook has had in at least two years and that’s that you’re definitely not exclusive.

“Yeah I’ll go in around 10 and I’ll get off at 3am.” He told you checking the time, “Why? Wanna come out tonight? You can stand up there with me.”

“Yeah,” you answered looking around at all the people Namjoon invited. You got some glares from a couple girls who’d be trying to flirt with Jungkook but it’s not like you knew that. You just knew they were glaring at you like you did something wrong and you hated that. Jungkook didn’t think about it when he threw an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side only to kiss you right on the lips. You welcomed it of course with an arm going around him.

His lip ring felt cold against your skin but wasn’t a bother. He angled his head to the side to deepen the kiss as your lip gloss rubbed off on his mouth. Your fingernails scratched along the hairs on his nape before coming around to the side of his throat and pushing back. His body moved back but his mouth stayed attached to yours until he was ready to stop kissing. As he pulled away he let his teeth nip at your lip as he hummed, “Mmm, can’t wait to take you home tonight.”

“What if I let some other guy take me home tonight?” You asked. You had no intentions of taking another guy home if Jungkook was around but there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of teasing. Jungkook is very easily jealous and possessive. Even if you weren’t dating he doesn’t give up what he considers his easily. Of course when you phase out he’s got no control over who you see but whenever you’re phased in he tries to only keep his focus on you. Sure, sometimes his eyes wander or his fingers text someone else but it’s not ever more than that. That’s him being a good boy when you’re around. You don’t even know how bad he gets whenever you’re not speaking.

The reason why you’ve never considered making things official between you two is simply because it complicated things. You didn’t want a guy to have any sort of control over you and you definitely didn’t want to be vulnerable around him. When you’re in a relationship it’s very easy to get dragged into this bubble where it’s just you two and he’ll have the most power to hurt you. Why would you want that when you love being a free spirit who could do as they please? And no offense to Jungkook but you could never trust him in a relationship. He was such a player that he wasn’t even dating material you think. You’re no good for him either though. The second it gets too intense you leave, like fully leave. You don’t talk to him until you both phase out and then do it all over again.

It’s just no fun when someone is keeping tabs on you and it’s not like you’re any good at relationships anyway so your sneaky link arrangement with Jungkook was perfect.

“Is that his girlfriend?” One of the girls from earlier asked Jin. It was Namjoon’s girlfriend Sora. She pointed where you and Jungkook stood and Jin looked over too. Jungkook was currently pulling you in for another kiss.

“Not really,” Jin answered with a shrug. He didn’t even know what to call you two. You weren’t dating but how was he supposed to explain you two have been hooking up for about a year now but it’s so on and off that they can’t classify you as fuckbuddies or a couple? Sora shared a look with the girl she brought a long before turning back to him, “Not really or no?”

“Not really no,” another shrug, “I don’t know. They’re not dating I guess. It’s complicated.”

Then, like the evil person Jin is, he smirked mischievously to the two girls, “But if you’re really curious there’s nothing serious between them so I’m sure you can make a move on him.” Jin knew that Sora was only asking about Jungkook because her friend must’ve thought he was. Jin would find it awfully funny if she tried to flirt with him right now that you’re there.

“So they’re not dating?” The girl, Yeonwoo, asked. He shook his head, “No, they’re not and she’s going to the bathroom so if you’re really interested nows the time to go for it.”

Jin really liked having you around actually. Obviously he only hung out with you when you and Jungkook were messing around but you were just so easy to get along with. If you and Jungkook didn’t have that weird relationship going on Jin would’ve made a move on you a long time ago. But he knows Jungkook would never let that happen whether you were dating or not. Jungkook was very territorial over you even if the other girls he hooks up with he couldn’t care less about.

He was actually surprised when the girl actually went to talk with Jungkook. Jin was being messy he knows but it’ll be so funny when you come back and get mad. You’ll probably get so mad you’ll want to leave and then Jungkook will follow after you like a dumb puppy even though he says it’s not serious between you two. That’s part of the reason everyone likes to mess with you two. They wanna see what they can do to upset you both until one of you caved and asks the other to make it official. And Jin was kind of an asshole.

Jin couldn’t hear what the girl was saying but the expression on Jungkook was just priceless. He looked so taken back by her forwardness that when she asked for his Instagram he gave it. He was flirting with her openly. Of course he hadn’t seen you standing behind him looking anything but happy.

When the girl was done she turned to see if you were back yet and jumped back in surprise to find you there. You didn’t make a fuss over it but Jungkook could tell you’d seen too much. He usually doesn’t think about giving some girl his info but when you’re around it just feels wrong. He’s not dating you but for the moment being you’re the one spending the night in his bed or him in yours. That’s why he felt guilty knowing he was caught. You didn’t even give a hint to how you felt but Jungkook just knew you too well.

You forced a fake smile on your face, “Sorry I just want my drink back and I’ll get out of the way.” You were being so obviously sarcastic but you took the drink out of his hand and left. He stared after you as you went to sit with Taehyung and Jin leaving Jungkook there with the girl. Ah shit, he’s made you mad. He didn’t even look back at her as he followed after you.

“Why’d you leave?” He asked sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch you sat on. His knees bumped against yours and his broad figure hid you from the girl’s view. His hands were on the edge of the table, rings hitting against the sides anxiously. Jin and Taehyung pretended to talk about something while making sure to eavesdrop to your conversation. You didn’t look up from your phone, sitting back with a leg thrown over the other as you answered, “Because I wanted to.”

He bit back a comment he knew would only escalate the situation. It’s weird that you two argued. It’s weird that you got jealous and mad. It’s weird that he felt guilty but did it still anyway. You’re just supposed to be occasional fuck buddies. He looked down at the time on his phone letting out a small sigh, “Alright so do you wanna leave and get ready for my set?”

“Not really,” you shrugged not looking at him still. You weren’t too mad but you want to see him act like a puppy for you especially since he’s the one taking other people’s information. He’ll wag his tail after you and it’ll just prove to whoever tried to get with him that he liked his time with you the most. He hit his knee against yours, hand going over your phone forcing you to look at him, “Quit acting like this, do you still wanna go yes or no?”

You only arched a brow at him keeping your distance, “Not if you talk to me like that.” Smacking his lips in annoyance he leaned closer to you dropping a knee to the floor as his hand found your thigh. He leaned up flashing you his sparkly doe eyes, “Come on, let’s go. You already said you’d go with me. You want me to block her?”

“I don’t care,” you shrugged looking away so he wouldn’t see the smile you tried to hide, “Do whatever you want.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head teasingly still close to your face, “I think you do care and that’s why you’re here throwing a fit now.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and he did the same. There’s no point in having this conversation right now. You’re not dating so he can flirt with whoever he wants. It also means you can’t get jealous when he’s not even yours by heart—body maybe but you don’t own his heart. He looked back to the girl catching her and Namjoon’s girlfriend staring. He looked back to you and took his phone back out. He went to Instagram and to his recent following and clicked on her profile. He shared the screen with you as he blocked her. When he was done he looked up at you expectantly as you smiled widely now. Just like that you were rising to your feet telling him to hurry up before he’s late. And there he goes following after you.

“He’s so whipped,” Taehyung said watching as the two of you left out the door without another word to anyone else. Jin laughed nodding his head in agreement.

Jungkook knows it’s bad. He knows that he’s slowly getting pulled back into you and then he’ll really fall for you. He can’t let that happen, if it does then he’ll be attached and that’s not good. He wouldn’t be thinking this way if his friends haven’t been making fun of him because of it.

He’s Jeon Jungkook, he doesn’t get played by girls. He doesn’t get tied down by anyone and definitely not you. Please not you. He wants to keep things between you without feelings. He doesn’t want to fall for you and get hurt in the end. That’s all relationships are. You’re happy for a while, fall in love, then problems come. You’ll break up and it’ll just be too complicated.

Like this he doesn’t have to think about the shit he does. His actions affect him and him alone but if he’s tied down he could seriously hurt the other person. Or vise versa, something they do to him might completely break him and he’s not willing to let anyone have that power over him. Everyone thinks he’s playing you along but that’s because they didn’t know you like he did. You were just like him.

You didn’t really believe that there were any romantic feelings between you and Jungkook. Sure, you might’ve gotten jealous over him flirting but that’s not because you liked him. It’s because you knew him better and you’ll be damned if you’ll let someone steal his attention away. Obviously he still gave it you and it made you smile but it’s because you won. It had nothing to do with the thought of seeing Jungkook flirt with some girl in front you. No, he flirts with girls all the time. You were just an easily jealous person who gets pretty upset when the guy you’re fooling around with is giving someone else even the slightest bit of attention.

You couldn’t possibly ever have feelings for him. It’d just be weird if they sprung out of no where at this point. You’ve been fooling around like this since last year, it was purely sexual. There’s no way you can suddenly develop feelings for someone like that.

That’s just not possible. The pessimistic side of you couldn’t comprehend the idea of falling for Jungkook. He was just so… simple. Not that he was simple in appearance or anything, on the contrary he was too damn hot. He’s the type to always have someone crushing on him. You couldn’t catch feelings for someone like that. You’d get too mad if you even thought he was flirting with someone and you’ve learned from the past that’s bad. He’s just not the kind of guy you should fall for if you have trust issues.

It doesn’t mean you’re not attracted to him. That’s why you only mess around on occasion. You could sleep with him without worrying about being tied down. You knew that with him it didn’t have to be anything more than sex. No questions. Sure sometimes you had some deep after sex talks about whatever was on the mind but then morning would come and it’s like you were strangers again. Honestly, you preferred it that way. You were a runaway when it came to commitment. The thought of a serious relationship that you actually had to communicate and put in effort for it work was just not for you. You’re a quitter when it gets hard and that’s why you can only be with Jungkook in little bits of time. That way you don’t get overly attached and develop feelings for him.

“Right so you were jealous? Is that what you’re telling me?” Your best friend asked as he laid on your bed. You were currently in the middle of finishing up some graphic logo for a client at work while Jimin waited for you to finish. You haven’t seen him in a while and he loved hearing other people’s lives if it had drama.

“Only a little,” you shrugged confessing to it.

“Then he blocked the girl so you wouldn’t be mad?” Jimin asked before letting out a disappointed sigh, “You are the dumbest people I’ve ever met. Why can’t you two just admit that you want to date.”

“Because we don’t? Why would I want to get into a relationship with a guy I just ran into a couple weeks ago?” You asked referring to your first meet up recently. The one where you ran into him the night you flaked on each other. The universe had definitely thought it was time to bring you two together again.

“Because he’s the one you keep going back to when you’re tired of other hook ups?” Jimin asked rhetorically, “Because even if you won’t go out with him you don’t want anyone else to have him either?”

“Jimin just drop it,” you sighed turning away so you could the stupid devil himself. Maybe he can come pick you up so Jimin would leave. You love him but sometimes he’s the voice of reason when you didn’t want to be. You’ve got too much pride to hear what’s true from someone else.

“I just don’t get it, why don’t you even want to try?” He asked you calmer now, “Why is it so bad to admit you really like Jungkook and he really likes you?”

“Because it’s wrong,” you said stubbornly, “Look, he’s not asking for more so clearly this works.”

“I just don’t get how. Once you’re done with someone that’s it but with Jungkook you always go back when you see him, why?”

“Honestly,” you paused in thought. You’ll tell him why but that still won’t make you want to force a relationship with Jungkook. “I just like how easy it is with him. He’s not holding me up to these unattainable expectations. We don’t judge each other, we don’t ask questions, we just keep each other company when needed.”

“Then, when the spark is gone we just phase out. I don’t have to worry about what he’s doing when we’re not talking and he doesn’t worry about what I do.”

“I just think you’re scared of commitment so anytime it gets a little too serious you both just ghost each other and pretend like it’s no big deal until you run into each other after a while and do it all over again,” Jimin concluded, “And I think you’ll both regret not admitting it sooner.”

You didn’t want to hear what Jimin said. He could be completely wrong. You knew Jungkook, he didn’t. Jungkook would never in a million years try and settle down especially not with you. You just weren’t the type of people to do that. And you’re pissed that Jimin is getting that thought stuck in your head when you know it’s no good. Maybe you have been a little too clingy toward Jungkook and you needed to stop. You did get jealous the other night and he probably hated that. You were basically trying to claim him without even dating and you knew Jungkook hated labels. Maybe it’s about time you phase out again.

Jungkook’s acting like it doesn’t bother him. He’s acting like you suddenly distancing from him this week didn’t piss him off. Then, he got even more pissed off at the thought that he was genuinely upset about it. Who cares if you’re busy? Who cares if you stop talking to him? He knows the drill. He knows how you two are. You were messing around for a couple weeks now so he’s assuming you were just ready to forget him all over again.

“Stop checking your phone and focus on the game,” Jin told him trying to get his attention back to their fighting match. Jungkook was supposed to be playing video games with his friend but he was way too distracted. He asked you to come see his set tonight but you didn’t respond. You also hadn’t responded two days ago when he asked to meet up.

“Where’s Y/n? You should see if she wants to come over,” Namjoon said watching the two play. Jungkook didn’t look away from the television as he spoke, “Why would I invite her?”

“Because you’ve been hanging out together again?” Namjoon said trying to understand Jungkook now. Jungkook just shrugged him off, “She’s got better things to do.”

Jin looked over to him and the angry way he pushed onto the controller, “Are you guys fighting right now?”

“Why would we be fighting? She’s doing her own thing and I don’t care to ask what,” Jungkook told him, “Come on, pay attention to the game before I just leave.”

“Jeez, why are you so mad?” Taehyung asked sitting up from his spot on the couch. The controller vibrated in Jungkook’s signaling his defeat and he threw it on the couch in a fit.

“Why would I be mad?” Jungkook asked even as he huffed in annoyance. Why haven’t you texted him back? Was that it this time? Is he just supposed to go back to what he was doing before he ran into you again? It’s so annoying.

“Because Y/n’s ignoring you,” Jin said even though he knew it’d only set his friend off, “And you’re already missing her.”

“Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you guys? We weren’t dating or anything,” Jungkook scoffed in disbelief, “I don’t give a fuck if she’s not talking to me right now. I was getting bored of her anyway.”

“You’re lying, you’ve been checking your phone all day and we all know why,” Namjoon argued, “Just admit that you’re scared to tell her how you feel.”

Jungkook laughed dryly, “I’m not gonna sit here listening to all of you talk about something you don’t understand. I’m leaving.”

“Jungkook cmon we’re just saying you don’t have to act like it doesn’t bother you when she ignore—“

The door was slammed shut as he left. The other guys sat there disappointed. Now Jungkook is going to act like you. It was about time you phased out anyway. He’s been spending too much time with you lately he should’ve realized it was getting boring again.

It’s fine. He hasn’t slept with you in over a week and you’re ignoring him so it’s about time he goes back to his old ways. Wow, he forgot how freeing it is not to have to think about someone all day. You’d been texting every chance you had and he was bringing you with wherever he went. It was tiring. Good thing he doesn’t have to do that anymore since you’re not responding. He’ll just move on to the next. Easy as pie. You’re not that special to him anyway.

He left to the nightclub just as annoyed as he was when he left his friend’s house. He was just so irritated by you. He didn’t get why you’re avoiding him and he’s not sure why he cares this time around. He just wanted you to come out with him tonight and yet you never responded.

That’s why in the middle of his set, when he saw you through the crowd of club goers dancing with some guy, he called some random girl up to where he was. He used her as a distraction so he wouldn’t think about you but it didn’t work. He kept looking to where you were even as he tried to play music.

“You’re hot,” Jungkook told the random girl without much thought. He didn’t have to think about what he said. He didn’t have to try and charm her when he knows she’ll do what he says anyway. It’s a gift, the effect he has on people without doing anything. He wasn’t nice or anything, he was just attractive and charming and intimidating. He didn’t have to work to have any girl he wanted so trust him when he says he doesn’t care if you’re here with another guy.

At least right now he doesn’t have to feel guilty about flirting with someone. You were here with someone else so he had every right to act like himself.

But it’s the audacity that has him annoyed. You could’ve gone to any nightclub to grind up against another guy but you just had to choose the one he works at. On top of that he asked you to come out with him and you show up with someone else to his job. Yeah alright, he gets it, you phased out. He’ll show you he doesn’t care either.

Fuck his friends for trying to tell him how he feels. As if he doesn’t know his own feelings. He does not care about you like that. He never has. He never will. You’re just someone he goes to when he’s lonely. Just someone who he can be around without any expectations. He doesn’t have to act like he’ll change for you. He doesn’t have to pretend to be a good guy around you. You already knew him. You knew how he was. He didn’t have to act like he was nice and interested in anything beyond sex like he does with all the other girls.

You don’t care if he doesn’t want to commit because you don’t want to either. He doesn’t have to pretend like he’ll call you back after a one night stand. He doesn’t have to lie to you like he does with ever other girl when he says, ‘Yeah… I’m too busy for a relationship. You get that right? Like you knew this was just sex, right? I won’t call you in the morning so don’t expect it.’

So yeah, his friends are wrong. There’s nothing between you two other than a simple understanding that neither of you was expecting anything more than the other. He doesn’t expect you to be loyal to him because he’s not loyal to you but that’s fine. You’re not dating, you don’t have to be. You’re just convenient.

He doesn’t have to talk to you all the time to know if you’ll wanna go home with him or not. You only get thrown back into each other’s lives when it’s convenient. There’s no judgement with you. No expectations. No hurt feelings when he’s an asshole.

Jungkook’s hand shook as he reached for the microphone, he’s not sure what he’s doing though. His body is moving before his mind could process it. The next thing he knows is he’s saying your name over a song looking straight at you watching you and the guy turned toward him. He kept the music going and nobody seemed to notice what he was saying guess but you did.

You didn’t mean to come here tonight, you tried convincing your friends to go somewhere else but Jimin insisted. You tried hiding behind a group of people but Jungkook still saw you. You looked up at him from where he stood and your eyes met. You could see the sharp glare he was shooting you but you didn’t react. You did ignore him but he’s been perfectly fine so who cares. He’ll get over it, he’s already got a girl clinging to his arm. Hell last night he posted on his Instagram story him with some girls. Clearly it didn’t matter if you phased out.

“Is that the DJ?” Jimin asked looking at him now, “Jungkook?”

“You already knew it,” you snapped at him but he only smiled. Of course he knew but he also knew you were being stubborn. Jimin only mentioned a hint of attraction between you two and the first thing you do is try and sabotage it. Jimin shoved you forward, “Go, he’s waiting.”

With a roll of your eyes you did just that. You walked over to where his equipment was set up but before you could there one of the security guards was trying to stop you. Jungkook reached out for your hand pulling you through anyway as he turned to the girl he invited earlier, “Sorry, I can only have one person up here. You understand, right?”

Whatever, it’s fine. It’s not like he’s mad at you for ignoring him or anything. You never get mad at each other over that. You both equally respect each other’s space but if you’re already being dragged back to him maybe it meant you’re not done fooling around. You were probably just overreacting because of the load of bullshit Jimin was telling you. Why did two adults who happen to have sex with each other have to put a label to it? Why can’t you two just mess around without everyone telling you to go out?

Alright, he’s still a little mad. “You ignored my text so you could come with another guy?” He asked turning his back on his equipment letting a song play out. He had to yell into your ear for you to hear.

“I didn’t see your text,” you lied with a shrug, “And he’s my friend so what do you care?”

“I don’t,” he snapped back going back to the music for a second before getting to you, “But how are you gonna ignore me all week and then show up to my job with another guy? I don’t give a fuck if we’re dating or not that’s fucking disrespectful.”

“It’s not that serious Jungkook,” you said defensively. There’s no reason at all for you to be arguing right now. He wasn’t your boyfriend. “I didn’t want to come see you anyway.”

He didn’t say anything for a while before a tense grin appeared on his face as he turned back to work, “Yeah alright then.”

You stood there awkwardly now. Maybe you should have elaborated. It’s not that you didn’t want to see him. It was more so that you didn’t want to see him with Jimin for this exact reason. Still, you didn’t get your point across the right way and now he’s madder than before. It’s sort of embarrassing to argue like this at a nightclub with the guy who’s in charge of the music but everyone so drunk and probably drugged up to notice. Plus, there was a group of people behind Jungkook that you sort of just blended in to. That’s why you approached him without a second thought letting your hand touch his waist from the front.

“I meant with Jimin, I didn’t want to come see you with him because he’s just my friend,” you told him leaning against his back trying to stay out of the way of his working hands, “I knew you’d get mad and I didn’t want to have to explain it.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed. Your arms were wrapped around him from behind but he didn’t react. Yeah, he likes your touch but right now he’s just annoyed. You know damn well that’s not what you meant. You just didn’t want to come see him because you were ignoring him. No need to act like he was the one at fault because he’d get mad. He can see right through your innocent act and it’s annoying him right now.

“Don’t be mad, I’ve just been busy so I haven’t been able to talk to you,” you said hoping he’d stop brushing you off. Even if you weren’t dating and you’ve been avoiding him, you still don’t want him mad at you. You’re not supposed to argue with Jungkook. There’s not supposed to be any feelings there.

“Please,” Jungkook scoffed in disbelief letting another song play fully at a high volume, “You’re never not on your phone. You were ignoring me so don’t act like you weren’t.”

“And stop acting like you didn’t want to come tonight because I’d get mad,” he said, “You didn’t want to see me because you’re avoiding me. Plain and simple.”

You rolled your eyes. Alright, there’s no need to keep arguing. You tried letting it go, “Stop overreacting. You’re not my boyfriend.”

He froze glaring at you for a moment. The song was ending soon but he was just so flabbergasted. He knows he’s not your boyfriend. He doesn’t want to be. But you’re not just going to brush him off like that, at least not without making him snap.

“Oh fuck you,” he sighed deeply, “You can go then, since you didn’t even want to see me and I’m just overreacting. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

“Fine,” you answered and he let you walk off. He didn’t even bother to look for you in the crowd. He just needed some space and to focus on work alone. This is why he shouldn’t care what you do when he’s not messing with you.

This was so annoying. Why was it getting so complicated with Jungkook? It’s not supposed to be that way. He’s supposed to be the easy one to handle. He’s supposed to be your go-to when you’re looking for some stress relief. Okay yeah, you also got a little jealous when that girl was flirting with him at Namjoon’s place but still. This wasn’t fair. He was mad at you and for what? It’s not like you said anything wrong. You weren’t dating and honestly you’re not even really friends. So what was so wrong about what you said or did? And why did you feel so guilty despite being single?

It’s all your friend’s fault. They all put it in your heads that your relationship with Jungkook was strange. That you two should just go out even if it’s not something either one of you thought about. It’s the reason both of you have been on edge.

Not to mention when he told you to go did he mean from where he was or go from his life? Like was he done with you? Were you losing the only guy you felt could see you naked without any judgement or standards set? Someone who doesn’t think about the type of person you are or make assumptions over how you’d act?

When Jungkook was off all he wanted to do was crash. He got so upset earlier and he couldn’t understand why. He shouldn’t care about who you hang out with but he does. He blames the guys for making him question what he truly felt for you. He still doesn’t understand but he also knew that something was changing. He never cared about what you did when he wasn’t around but this time it was different. He feels bad for snapping at you in the end but he hates being brushed off. You told him he was overreacting and alright, maybe but at the same time put yourself in his shoes. The one you’ve been hooking up with suddenly ghosts you and you invite them out for the night only for them to show up with another person.

The one thing Jungkook hadn’t intended to do was drive to your place instead of his. It must’ve been the thought of you on his drive that made him steer toward you apartment. He cursed at himself for not realizing it sooner but now here he was in front of your building all too tempted now to go see you. He was in the mood to make up. You couldn’t stop talking to each other ending on a bad foot.

It was past 3am and yet… here he was standing at your door knocking. It took you a minute to open but when you did it was clear your night out had just ended as well. You were in the little black dress you wore tonight but your jewelry was off and so were your shoes. He got a better look at the dress again and his jaw clenched at the reminder of the night’s event as he stood in front of you now.

Neither one of you said anything as the tips of your shoes touched due to your proximity. You should probably apologize or make up but you weren’t even sure for what. You both had no clue what happened earlier so how were supposed to act on that? You’d just gotten home thinking about Jungkook and now he’s at your door. Good, it seemed like he was done being mad but you couldn’t just give in, “What are you doing here?”

He spoke lowkey, head tilted to the side in a teasing matter, “Truce?” You pondered over it. Truce? He was done arguing so what would happen now? You didn’t care for an argument with Jungkook. You two weren’t supposed to argue, you were supposed to do other things.

“Truce.”

That was all he needed to hear before he was letting himself in. The second his things hit the floor he was turning toward you pulling you into him with intense desire. Your lips crashed messily letting out hints of leftover anger out through the swirl of your tongues. Your arms were around his neck pulling him closer into you standing in your tiptoes to reach him better. He was fighting to get his shoes while still kissing you and when he stood straight again he took hold of you. His hands gripped your hips pushing you flush against the wall as he pressed against you.

Your back hit the wall in the hallway with a soft thud. You licked along his tongue letting spit pool between you two as he yanked at your dress to pull it up. His lip ring rolled with your lips as his hands trailed over your dress as he began to leave kisses down your jaw.

“Jung—“ his name got caught in your throat as he did what you were about to warn him not to do. You jolted to the side a little with the effort of him tearing your dress apart in a rush. It soon pooled at your feet as he kissed along your neck. You were just in your bra in underwear clawing at his shirt for him to take it off and he did just that before attacking your neck with hickies again.

You licked your lips catching your breath as his hands began to run down your sides. Slowly he was kissing lower, cupping your boobs as he kissed between them. He kissed over the fabric or your bra down the middle of the stomach. Jungkook let his hands roam toward the back, palms flat on your butt as he kneeled before you. He kissed down your belly button and with a tight fist over your underwear he slid them off.

Yeah he knows you two argued a little earlier but it was whatever now. He had to not think about it right now and take what you’ll give him. His fingernails dig into your butt now as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Lightly he began leaving kisses along your inner thighs between words, “You know I can’t stay away from you, pretty girl.”

“Shut up,” you sighed out in anticipation feeling your core begin to tingle the closer he got. He breath fanned your face when he pecked your hooded clit with an extremely soft and quick kiss, “Don’t tell me to shut up.”

“Or what?” You asked with hazed eyes as your hand found purchase in his hair. He looked up at you from between your legs urging you to move closer to his face, then, he let his tongue flatten along your slit. The small pool of wetness collected on his tongue like a puddle that he swallowed back. The hand on your thigh tightened and before you knew it he was pulling on your other leg to sling it over his shoulder too. You didn’t have time to react as you tried holding the wall for support while both your legs swung over his shoulders. He used the wall for support of your weight as his face dug into your heat, tongue lapping at your slick while the tip of it hit against your clit. He was sucking lightly with each flick of his tongue letting your hips buck into his face.

Your hand tightened in his hair yanking him with the movement of your hips. His tongue curled inside your heat traveling between your folds until he was swirling it around your hardened clit. He wrapped his lips around the small pleasure point and started sucking, tongue flicking the end as he followed his cheeks creating a suction around your clit. With his hands busy holding you up he couldn’t finger you so he made it up with the way he made out with your pussy. It was sticky and wet but he didn’t stop, not even when your back arched off the wall for pleasure.

“Wai—I think… Jungk—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as he felt you getting closer to the end. Instead he applied more pressure to his movements. You jolted in pleased surprise when his two front teeth ever so lightly nipped at your clit, not in pain but in pleasure. His tongue rubbed along your left labia feeling the swollen folds and created a tingling sensation that had your legs shaking around his neck. You rode his face only a little more when his hands tightened on your butt forcing you tighter around his head.

In one go, before you could even realize it, you were cumming with a whine of his name. He let you ride your high using him to get yourself off even with the sting on his scalp from your grip.

It took a moment but once you were done shaking and he was done licking up your release as best as he could, he was letting your feet down. You slumped against the wall, knees giving in as you sank to the floor. Jungkook didn’t think twice unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his briefs down to expose his hardened cock. No matter what was going on between you there was always this hunger for you in the back of his mind.

Your mind was still a little foggy from your orgasm but when his cock stood pointed at you mere inches from your face, you acted on impulse. Jungkook’s hand found it’s way to your hair combing it back so he could see your face as he stroked his cock in front of you. Your lips parts staring down at his size. He had one of the prettiest members you’ve ever seen from the shape to the length. It dribbled clear drops of precum as he jerked himself off to the sight of you. He looked down at your bra in distaste before reaching down your back to undo it. You slid it off as he watched you with pure lust in his eyes. When you looked down at his member, mouth open in want, he teased you with the head. He hit his tip against your lips watching your mouth try and chase him and he smiled.

“You want it?” He asked teasingly letting his dock softly smack against your cheek watching your eyes narrow in annoyance. You were just so pretty like this, well all the time but he was focused on now. He gripped your jaw with his free hand and he leaned down still stroking himself as he kissed you on the lips. You could taste yourself on him and it had your hand going over his to take over jerking him off. He let you, groaning into your mouth at the slight squeeze. His tongue licked along your bottom lip trying to deepen the kiss while your hand worked to get him off.

Jungkook pulled away suddenly looking down at your panting mouth and before you knew it he was gathering spit in his mouth. He put pressure into your cheek letting your mouth open further and without thinking he spit right into it. You didn’t swallow it right away letting it pool with your own saliva and when he stood straight you let it dribble down the side of his dick. He sighed in content at some friction letting his hand flatten against the wall while the other helped line your head with his member.

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, his forehead resting on the wall as you skipped teasing him to take him in your mouth. He was panting heavily thrusting into your mouth lightly feeling your tongue lick up his length before swiping at his slit. Your hands jerked off whatever didn’t fit in your mouth and when he touched the back of your throat it only made more saliva spill out. Small spit bubbles coated his dick creating an easy glide into your mouth and hands. He was struggling to hold himself back from releasing down your throat but you just made it so hard. His jeans were getting on his nerves now too so with the hand that was in your hair he tried tugging them off not stopping you from taking him.

He had to lick his drying lips biting back a grown when your hand took his balls into hold massaging them like they were for stress. The way you pulled and rubbed them against each other had him pushing more into your mouth. He didn’t bite back his dirty words, “Get up and turn around so I could fill your pussy now.”

It didn’t stop you though, it only made you speed up ready to get him off with your mouth the way he did with you. His abs flexed in intense pleasure as he tried getting you off before he came but it was no use. The second your fingers slid a little too close down his perineum he was shaking in release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” chains of curse words escaped his lips as you sucked him dry trying to swallow his cum down your throat, some of it drooling down the sides toward your chin and neck. He had to push against the wall and away from you before you sent him into overdrive and as he looked down at the mess between you two he left he was yanking you up to your feet.

“And you still won’t shut up,” you teased gathering his release that dribbled down your jaw and pushing it into your mouth to swallow. He growled at your words pulling you to him by your neck so you could kiss again, “How can I when everything you do drives me crazy?”

You rolled your eyes playfully as he gripped your hip before flipping you to face the wall. You hit it softly hearing his jeans dropped to the ground along with his briefs as he kicked them off. You could hear tearing of plastic and assumed he had a condom in his possession but you didn’t even question it as you anticipated feeling his cock in your tight heat.

He didn’t even give a proper warning, stroking himself hard against as he lined himself up with your heat making sure to kick your legs apart so he could fit. With a hand on your shoulder he thrusted your letting his cock catch on your entrance and pushed in with a growl. You moaned at the stretch feeling him already draw back gently to speed the process up. Not like you weren’t used to him anyway. You stood away from the wall so you could bend forward a little and he began to really thrust.

If you could only see the way his glute muscles flexed with each stroke of his thick length inside your wet cunt. The way the muscles in his thighs tightened and his chest loomed over your back. You wanted to see him. There was nothing better than seeing the way he gasped for you, brows scrunched together and eyes squeezed shut. You tried fucking back onto him but you didn’t want to stand anymore. Feeling you begin to give up around him he held you tighter using you to get himself off for a moment. Then, with a puff of his chest he was turning you so he could lift one of your legs up toward the ceiling.

With the new angle he reached a deeper point and his hand was able to grope at your tits. You whined at the new position trying to pull him closer to you feeling him moan into your mouth, “I don’t care who you’re with, this pussy…”

He hit your clit softly for emphasis, “This all belongs to me. Imma write my name on it.”

“Fuck you,” you sighed out, “I’m already getting tired.”

“No, no no,” he said tauntingly and before you knew it he was picking you up wrapping your legs around his waist, “We’re not even close to being done pretty baby.”

You groaned impatiently trying to bounce on him. He pushed away from the wall walking blindly to your your room. He swung the door open tossing you on the bed, his member slipping out as you sat. He stood in front of you letting your eyes trail over his tattoos and toned chest stopping at his hard cock. You brought your arms up to wrap around his neck and he leaned low enough to hoist you up in his arms again. Then, he planted a knee on the bed and crawled up toward the pillows with you in his hold. He set you down gently looking down at you as he hovered over your spread legs. His covered cock was grinding against your heat, the warm length rutting against your clit teasingly as he looked down.

“Tell me you want it baby,” he bit into his lip feeling the way he slid between your puffy folds, “And it’s all yours.”

You didn’t say anything trying to be defiant but the teasing was too much. You just wanted to reach your second orgasm. “What will be mine?” You asked as your eyes caught sight of a small tube right on your nightstand next to a small mirror.

“Me, all of this,” he huffed continuing to hump against you, “Say it.”

You didn’t hesitate as you took the tube, his eyes were closed in pleasure so he didn’t see you unscrew the top of the lipstick you used earlier in the night. It wasn’t until he felt something strange push against his chest that his eyes widened. He looked down watching as you sprawled your name across his toned, tatted chest with lipstick, “Oh fuck, Y/n.”

“You said it’s mine, I’m putting my name on it then,” you said feeling his eyes drift back to your face. Before you could even think of smirking mischievously his mouth was crashing down on yours as his cock entered your heat again. You both groaned in pleasure as he sunk in, immediately picking up a quick rhythm as he fucked every ounce of want into your tight walls.

“Greedy bitch,” he said moaning as he fucked into you, hips pistoning back and forth letting himself grind when he was flush inside you, “You claiming me?”

“Mhm,” you moaned out trying to meet his thrusts with your own efforts. Your nails clawed at his back feeling him suck a boob into his mouth. You could feel him leave love bites on your chest but the tipping point was when he sucked on your nipple as your body bounced off the bed with each thrust.

Neither one of you had to say anything to know you were both cumming. You knew each other’s body so well that when you were ready, you were releasing at the same time. He grunted against your chest, hips thrusting trying to ride out your highs. The condom caught all of his release that he wished could paint your insides.

You were sweaty and hot gasping for breath as he crashed down over you, the lipstick not even smudging. After a moment of waiting, he was pulling out of you rolling onto your side panting.

It was quiet then letting the effects of intense sex wear off as he looked at his chest in disbelief, “Goddamn you really put your name on me.”

“And you better not wash it off right away,” you sighed out stretching your sore limbs. Nothing felt new between you two because you’d done this before. It was always a little rough and needy with him, always degrading yet so fucking good and that’s why he was your stress relief. He manhandled you and gave you pleasure without you even having to work for it. Then after, you two would lay in bed and not speak of it again.

He turned on his side trapped you against him and let his leg lay over yours in a mix or blankets and limbs. Then just like that he was closing his eyes to lull himself to sleep. His lip ring caught between his teeth as he held you in his arms.

By morning he wasn’t sure what he expected when he rolled over to your side to wrap you in his arms only to hit an empty bed. He thought that since you quite literally put your name on him you would still be there considering this was your place but clearly he was proven wrong. He woke up alone looking around for you them glanced down at his chest at the smudged writing.

He grabbed his phone, chest caving in as he read your poor excuse for leaving him to wake up alone in your bed.

y/n: friend invited me for breakfast

y/n: just lock the door when u go

Right. As if you ever stayed in the morning.

Jungkook tried not to dwell on it. It was the first weekend he didn’t have to work and since you weren’t around he had nothing to do here. He grabbed his things got dressed and left.

He’s grown, he knows what he signed up for. It’s never bothered him before even if he thrived off physical intimacy. You weren’t like that unless it came to sex. You hated being hugged, touched, any of it whereas Jungkook was the opposite. He loved being held by someone he was familiar with and unfortunately that was you. His typical lays are simple list driven and he’s not the type to wrap his arms around them to sleep. He doesn’t know them that well but he knows you like that. But in the morning you always left.

Once he was home he washed off your name and tried moving on through his day. He’s going to try and distract himself so he wouldn’t think of you. He’s realized he’s thought of you too many times recently and that’s dangerous territory. His DMs are filled with messages from people wanting to meet up so he might indulge tonight. Like you said, it’s not like you were dating. He’ll remember that.

You felt bad for leaving him there but you had no idea what else to do. It was just sex right? It always got a little too intense between you two and that’s why you ran away right after. It didn’t stop you from feeling guilty all day. Yet the guilt did nothing to you when you were asked to go out clubbing again.

You forced yourself not to think about him because you weren’t dating, you were only fooling around. He hasn’t said he wants to settle down so you’re not even keeping that thought in your mind. The words you spoke to each other during sex last night weren’t to be taken seriously. You always talked like that in the bed but it had never meant anything. You doubt this time would be any different.

And honestly, he proved you right. He didn’t think of you as anything more than a convenient lay and thats why you’d never date. Why else would you be seeing him tonight with his friends and some girls at a club grinding with them as if your name hadn’t been written on him the night before. And his sixth sense picked up on your presence, turning instantly to look over what had sent a sensation down his spine. Your eyes met. This was deja vu to a few weeks ago.

The look in both sets of eyes was lack of amusement. Unsurprised and definitely not at all caught off guard by the sight of the other. This was surprisingly a familiar betrayal, the kind that you lie about even when you know you’ll get caught. It was comical even, the need to lie to each other when you didn’t have to. What you two had was not serious at all. Yet you both knew it was wrong to act like this as if you weren’t in each other’s arms last night.

At the same time, that small sense of betrayal intensified between the both of you. Voice of reason completely gone from you two as the anger began to set in. The audacity of the other. Just last night… everything that was said and done. Now look.

You didn’t stop your feet as you cross the floor toward him and the girl that had been clinging to him was brushed off to the side. He stood in front of you, drink in hand as you spoke over each other.

“Why’d you leave me there alone?” “Why are you here with another girl?”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “That’s the first thing you wanna say to me? Not even a hello or better yet, an ‘I’m sorry’?”

“Why would I be sorry? You’re the one here already messing around with someone else after last night. I sent you a text why I left,” you said annoyed. He glared at you, “Yeah and who was that friend? A guy? I bet it was, right?”

“And if it was?” It was only Jimin.

“You’re really something else Y/n, if you can go be with another guy then I can do whatever the fuck i want too,” he said over the loud music. Some of his friends had turned to look at you guys, some of the girls there whispering about you but the only one to get close was Taehyung.

“Come on, don’t argue right here—“ Taehyung tried cutting in but Jungkook only shrugged him off. He was mad and even if the stubborn side of him said he shouldn’t because there’s not supposed to be any strings attached. The realist side told him their clearly were very thick strings attached and they were all getting into knots.

“You wanna keep leaving you get what you want then I’m done,” Jungkook said to you, “I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want too.“

“Oh fuck you Jungkook, don’t act like it’s just me. You never ask me to stay.” you yelled back, “After we fuck you always go and find yourself some other girl so don’t even pretend like you’re innocent. All you want is sex too—“

“Why do I have to beg you to stay? You think you’re that special to me?” Jungkook asked as Taehyung tried pulling him back before you two made an even bigger scene. The strobe lights colored you in shades of purple and blue with red too. The music was so loud and everyone was so close yet he didn’t care about that, “And I’m not acting innocent. I don’t give a fuck, you keep leaving and I’ll keep finding someone else to take your spot. You need me more than I need you, remember that.”

You smiled tightly glaring at him, “Alright.” Taehyung was trying to put space between you two feeling the quick escalation. This is what he meant when he said you needed to figure your shit out together before it was too late. Look at how mad you both were when just admitting you want each other would solve it all. You were jealous and so was he so you’re trying to hurt each other. Jungkook waited for you to finish but you were backing away, “I’m done. I don’t need anyone, especially not you so we’re done.”

“Then leave,” he said harshly. Jungkook wasn’t even thinking right now. He’s said some hurtful things but what you’re saying hurts too. That’s why he had to put up a front and be colder than you or else he’ll really hurt. You didn’t argue anymore, simply nodded your head and did just that. You turned your back to him pushing your way through the crowd feeling all of their stares on you.

“Jungkook…” Namjoon approached him, “Come on don’t act like thi—“

“Back off,” Jungkook pushed past him no longer interested in getting drunk and taking someone else home. He’ll need to apologize later for taking it out on his friends but right now he’s thinking about you. He has no right to be mad at you for leaving when he never asked you to stay. You’ve got no right getting jealous over him with another girl when you know that’s how he is. He gets over one person by getting with someone else, he won’t change for you.

“She’s fucking crazy,” he muttered to himself as he fished out his keys. He knew you really left because he saw you leave through the exit doors. He lost you after that but when Namjoon went to comfort him he couldn’t take it. He didn’t need to be comforted. He needed to find you.

So despite everything he’s still driving to you. Why? Because he’s mad. He’s not supposed to argue with you. You’re the one he feels comfortable with because he’s kept you at a distance. Now look at this mess. He can’t leave it like this. He entered the code to your building letting himself up to your floor. He wasn’t thinking all too clearly. He has yet to figure out what to say to you but he’s still going to you. He wasn’t even sure if you were home yet but that didn’t stop him from knocking.

He stood in front of the peephole so you’d see it was him and waited. He was anxiously fidgeting debating if he should call or text you. He should’ve done that first but as stated earlier he wasn’t thinking. He huffed, “Alright Jungkoom…” he had to talk some sense into himself, “Just call Y/n, work it out.”

His hand was scrolling through his notifications finding one from you and calling you. He tapped against the wall nervously hearing the ringing tone. You could still be out getting drunk, he’s not sure where you went after leaving so that could be the case. But even if it was he hopes you answer.

You didn’t say anything right away but once the ringing stopped and he was connected he was relieved. “Where are you?” He asked forwardly. Now should the two of you talk this out or call it truce again?

You took him by surprise when you spoke, “Waiting for you at your place.”

His whole body tensed as he staring at your door number. You left before him, how long have you been waiting? He took a step away from your door already holding his keys, “You’re there right now?”

“Yeah, for like twenty minutes now,” you said making him pull his phone away to check the time. He was power walking now across the hall back to the elevator, “Why didn’t you call me? Are you crazy? I drove to your place. Don’t go, I’m driving home right now.”

He’s pretty sure he sped through a few yellow lights, really tearing his luck on a Saturday night but he didn’t care. It’s like you had complete disregard for your own safety. At the same time though, Jungkook felt strange over the fact that you both ran to the other without even talking about it.

He hurried to his building, running into the elevators to his floor. If you had already been waiting twenty minutes, it had to have been forty now. It was way past midnight, the sun will be up soon and you were both acting so impulsively. His footsteps only slow with the sight before him once he reached his door.

There you were with your knees drawn to your chest and your head resting on your arms, your legs hid the view from under your dress. It was late and sure, his building was pretty secure and you were on his guest list, but you shouldn’t be out here. You could’ve at least texted him and he would’ve been home a lot sooner. He wouldn’t have wasted a drive to your house if he knew you were at his.

“Y/n?” He called out to you cautiously. When you didn’t answer right away he squatted down in front of you bringing a hand to your hair combing it out of your face. You’ve fallen asleep. The warmth of his hand on your face had you jolting awake in fear. Once you noticed it was him you calmed down. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a whisper, “I was coming to you.”

“I didn’t want us to stop talking because we’re mad so I just came here,” you told him honestly. It was true, you’re not sure what would happen between you if the last time you saw him you argued. What would that do to your situationship? Sure, you weren’t dating and it was supposed to be no strings attached but clearly that wasn’t working anymore. He’d be lying if he said seeing you right now didn’t make him feel a whole lot better with himself for running to you after your fight. He moved to sit now, your legs slightly touching with his as he sat in front of you.

He sighed in exhaustion pulling on his hair when he brushed it out of his face, “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” you ran your hand over your face, “It’s not usually like this between us. It’s always easy and lately it’s just been so… hard.” He fixed some hair out of your face as your knees pressed against his on the hallway floor.

He nodded in agreement, the arm he hand slung over his knee was reaching for your hand. He held it loosely in his own as he drew small circular patterns by your thumb knuckle. He licked his lips nervously, “I don’t like it. I don’t want us arguing Y/n.”

“I don’t either,” you admitted, “But I don’t even get what’s wrong. Why are we arguing?”

You both know why but you can’t accept it. After telling yourself over and over and over again, there you were. Genuinely hurt because of this guy and how you feel for him. It was so depressing.

“Can I be honest?” He asked to which you nodded. Jungkook just stared at you for a moment in pause. He wanted to be honest right now but he’s not sure anymore. What if he got shut down? What if you laughed in his face? What if this only made you pull back even more? He took a deep breath, “I know I’m not the best guy and I’ve been rude as hell tonight but… I don’t know. Don’t you want to try it?”

You looked at him expectantly. He scooted closer looking at the ground. He was just going to be honest. He wasn’t going to try and argue or put the blame on anyone else. He’ll be up front with you if the next time you stayed. “Obviously I know what I was getting myself into in the beginning but, I didn’t expect it to be this hard. And I know I’ve said some meant things tonight and in the past all together but I swear I don’t mean a thing. I just get so mad because… well you know.”

“Like I know we’re not dating but…” Jungkook confessed with a baited breath, “At the end of the day you’re the only one who really knows me. Like—oh fuck, you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

His voice was low, a little raspy and raw, “I know I’m not like a good guy but what I’m trying to say is that I really want to be, for you, I mean.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, mouth dry as you looked down the hall to avoid looking at him. This was too much, but you wanted this. It was just so hard to sit here and try and talk something out instead of running away. You’ve barely realized what you two had during the good times. You weren’t supposed to get attached to him though, that’s why you always left with someone else. That’s why he went off with whatever girl he felt like it when you weren’t around.

Like what was he saying right now? What happened to no strings attached? Was that all bullshit because why are you here right now? Why did you come here in hopes of talking things out with him? You wouldn’t do that for someone you didn’t give a fuck about. You weren’t hesitating because you didn’t feel the same. On the contrary, you actually realized the feelings you’ve got for him but that’s what made you wary. Were you ready to throw a label on it? Were you ready for the work it took to be in an exclusive relationship?

The silence was getting too loud and it took everything in Jungkook to hold his emotions down. He didn’t want to raise his voice or come off negative. He wanted to discuss this not yell at each other again. He’ll wait patiently for as long as possible. He couldn’t look at you, staring down at your intertwined hands instead. You wanted to try and communicate but it’s like you physically couldn’t. You had to force yourself to be open, “I just don’t get it.”

His eyes shot up toward you. You looked genuinely confused, “I mean… I’m not like, someone you should like. Look at us, can you honestly say it’d ever work between us?”

You ran away from commitment and he replaced you whenever he wanted. It was a recipe for disaster no matter how strongly you felt for him. “You don’t trust me with someone else, and I don’t trust you. That’s why we got into this mess in the first place,” you were being cold again.

“Why would you even want me—“

“Stop.”

You looked at him as he cut you off. You didn’t mean to self deprecate yourself but realistically, it wouldn’t work. If you’ve argued this much now imagine what it’d like when you’re together. Sure, you’ve been doing with him for a long time but you never stayed. That’s why he wanted you, because he knew he didn’t to worry about you sticking around.

“Stop trying being stubborn and just talk to me,” he said, “No excuses please.”

“Ugh,” you whined leaning your head against the wall looking at him, “What do you want me to say Jungkook? Obviously I have feelings for you. I thought that was clear.” You were mumbling but Jungkook could sense your defensive tone. You were trying to take things lightly in case he didn’t mean what he was saying. That way you can downplay it instead of being emotional.

“It definitely wasn’t,” he said truthfully. Honestly it couldn’t have been. This switch in emotions had been so intense for the both of you that suddenly all you thought about was each other. There were times you did make him believe you were into him and he’d start questioning it but then you’d ditch him and he’d find you with someone else. That’s why it wasn’t clear to him how felt. And truthfully, he hadn’t even been looking that much into it. He had kept repeating how you were just a fling over and over again to stop from falling for you that he was too annoyed with his own problems. You’d argue and then brush it off like it was nothing because it was supposed to be nothing. Like he said though, those strings were definitely attached in the end.

Jungkook let out a sigh as he held your hand a little tighter, “Then spend the day with me tomorrow. Don’t leave in the morning and I won’t do anything that makes you mad.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Jungkook realizes this is as close as a confession to him as he’ll get right now so he’s gonna take ir. He’s always been more vocal than you when it came to any sort of emotion so he knows it’s going to take a minute. You weren’t a talker when it came to changing. You would rather show it or see the effort put in instead of empty words. But he already knew that because he knew you. After a couple seconds you were nodding your head in agreement as he helped you to your feet and inside his apartment. You see how easy this was? How comfortable you felt with him even as he kneeled down to help you out of your shoes? How he unzipped the back of your dress and threw a t-shirt over you? He knew you like the back of his hand so why not try it? He wasn’t even pushing you to answer like he normally would. He was respecting your hesitance in words. Maybe he knew deep down you felt the same and you did.

You sat on the edge of his bed as he disappeared into his bathroom. You’ve been over at his place so many times your makeup wipes were there. He brought them out to you and while you cleaned up he removed his jewelry. He wore black sweats that hung loosely off his hips and no shirt. You know he likes to sleep naked so those sweats will be off soon. You know he’ll sleep on the left side instead of the middle because you like the right. You knew so many small details about him it’s a damn shame you didn’t realize it sooner. Or no, you didn’t want to realize it sooner. You needed to just say something.

“What?” He asked feeling your stare on him. He stood a foot away from your seat position. Your arms reached out to pull him toward you hugging his bare waist and he let you. His arms wrapped slowly around you as he stood between your parted legs, brushing through the hair you had. He looked down at you as you looked up, your cheek against his abs.

“I really want to try for you too,” you finally said making his heart practice stop beating. Now he was flooded with everything that’s happened between you. All the challenges you’ll face transition from what you were to something more. The confirmation he had that you wanted to work on it too.

Obviously there was no promise that you two would go together well in the future but at least for now you’re both willing to see where it could go.

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y’all this was a trip huh.

listen I don’t want no y/n bashing bc they both got stuff to work on.

no part 2

that’s why I left the ending open but also made implications.

#kpop #jeon jungkook #Jungkook smut #kim taehyung #bts #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #park jimin #bts smut

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tomriddleslovergirl · 1 year

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What Stops Slashers From Hurting/Killing You

Pairings: Platonic!Michael Myers x reader, romantic!Billy and Stu, romantic!Carrie White

Michael Myers:

The only thing that can stop Michael from killing someone is them being crazy. Looking into your eyes and seeing just that is what’ll stop him.

Your relationship will probably be like Michael and Corey’s. Helping him find people to kill and him protecting you from danger.

He’d probably take the fucked up father figure route.

Ghostface (Billy and Stu):

The first thing they noticed about you was your looks and Stu was instantly hooked. He’d try to flirt with you, but that backfires because you keep bringing up his girlfriend. Cue Tatum getting murdered. (rip☠️)

Billy didn’t care all that much about the fact that you were hot. He just wanted to get revenge for his mom. Then, Stu brought up making a sequel. Letting you live this time, and then killing you in the second movie. That may have gotten him interested.

They try to find more info on you to make sure you’re final girl material. (If you’re a virgin and all that stuff).

Soon, the fucked up shit starts to happen not only to Sidney, but you too. You’ll be their perfect final girl.

Carrie White:

You not bullying her and actually giving her respect is what draws her to you at first. Every girl and boy at this school bullied her, and you standing up for her even though you could be bullied just makes her heart beat so fast.

So many light bulbs have shattered just from her thinking about you.

She’d try to tell you not to hang around her, and you don’t, respecting her wishes. Yet, you still stand up for her when she gets bullied.

Soon she finds herself following you around.

During the prom, Carrie tries looking for you, but you’re nowhere to be found.

When her date dies, she mentally breaks, killing everyone in the school and then her mom.

She goes to your house crying, just wanting to be held by you.

Ignoring all the blood, you take care of her. Letting her use the washroom to get cleaned up, lending her some of your clothes, and just doing whatever you can to help her.

She has another breakdown realizing she would’ve killed you if you hadn’t decided to skip out on prom, her mom’s words about her being a monster repeating in her head.

Yet, you’re there for her, just like you always have been.

#carrie white x reader #Carrie 1976 #Carrie 1976 x reader #Stu matcher x reader #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #scream 1996 #scream 1996 x reader #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers #Michael Myers x reader #Halloween x reader #fem reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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6urin · 1 year

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HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! (≧◡≦)

Or in other words, reuniting with your first high school crush, Scaramouche, and ending up in his bed.

contains: f!afab!reader x scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, praise, drunk sex, creampie

(* ^ ω ^) : minor writing smut !!

Scaramouche is commonly known as a nobody in college. People rarely acknowledge his presence because of his, "quick to be pissed off" personality. This has caused many to stay out of his way, except for Childe. He's your average jock, always throwing the hugest parties and pulling the finest women on campus.

These two are quite the polar opposites and because of it, the kind-hearted ginger is always trying to introduce Scaramouche to new opportunities.

"You know, you're super hot, Scara. I'm sure if you tried, all of the girls would be head over heels for you." Childe's words are slightly incoherent at some parts as he brushes his teeth, shamelessly standing in Scaramouche's room, dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

Scaramouche doesn't look up from his phone from where he's sitting on his bed and mumbles, "I'm not a people pleaser like you, Childe." Childe frowns and states, "We could be the campus' power duo if you flaunted your ego more." He sighs before walking back to the washroom to spit in the sink and rinse out his mouth.

At that, Scaramouche fixes his back's posture from the slouching position. "What the hell is he on about," he thinks to himself, furrowing his brows together. It's true, that he has a big ego. But isn't that the reason why no one approaches him?

"It's because you're showing it off it in the wrong way," Childe says, as if reading his roommate's mind. This time, he enters the room with a white t-shirt and whale designed pajama shorts, ruffling a towel in his wet, orange hair while remaining eye contact.

Scaramouche scoffs and leans back into his bed, "And you're suddenly capable of giving me advice, why?" Childe waves it off with an eyeroll, "I'm just saying. You know, your ego is in the wrong place. It shouldn't be in your status, but rather your looks. Like I said, you're flaming hot!"

The cerulean haired male grimaces, "Your word choice is a little problematic, Childe." He removes one earphone from his ear in order to have a proper conversation.

Childe grins, "You need to take more pride in your appearance. You have a tongue piercing and multiple ear piercings; Do you know how many girls would die for a man like that?" He sits on the bed with Scaramouche, bouncing the mattress. "I'm hosting another party here tonight," Childe says, nudging at Scaramouche's arm.

"Aaand, instead of being locked up in your room, I'll try and hook you up with some girls." At his sudden offer, Scaramouche groans. "No. I'm not going to go through all of this just to boost my ego. I already have enough of my confidence as it is-"

Childe disrupts his sentence with a wail, "I'll even help you choose clothes! Just please, please, please?" He clasps his hands together and juts out his bottom lip. Scaramouche narrows his eyes in frustration. He scowls, "Fine! But if it gets boring, I'm going back to my room."

That's what led Scaramouche here, awkwardly standing while occupying himself with sipping on a red plastic cup filled to the brim with beer. Don't take this wrong, Childe did try, but he didn't try hard enough, since the second a pretty girl caught his eye, he immediately left Scaramouche to fend for himself in the middle of this ear-deafening party.

He swore, he could go blind from how bright and colorful the flashing lights were. Scaramouche just itched to go to his room, but he wanted to wait a little bit longer on Childe to return. His friend's return never happened. And so, losing a purpose to stay here any longer, he turns on his heel, bound to go back to his room.

However, someone by the entrance of the bedroom manages to get his attention. If it wasn't the one and only (Name). You're known as the campus princess with your charm and that damn fine appearance. God, who knows how many guys have managed to get in bed with you?

Scaramouche would be a little embarrassed to admit that yes, he has a crush on you. The only difference is, he's known you since high school, so it's not as weird as the other guys have it. The two of you were partnered up for the three legged race and even though you guys lost, you admitted that you had fun with him.

After that, you and him became fairly close, but just sort of drifted away when transitioning into college.

Ah, maybe this is his chance! He can finally make Childe proud with this...

"Hey, (Name). I didn't expect to see you here." Scaramouche rubs his neck, seemingly a little bit flustered. Where's that ego of his now? You look at him in surprise and smile, "Hi, Scara. We haven't been able to talk much, huh?" You glance down at your own cup of beer, moving it in a circular motion to watch the liquid swish.

Scaramouche fumbles with his words, "Right, um, how are you finding college?" He gives you a profound gaze. He realizes that you find it hard to keep eye contact, for some reason. "It's okay! Surely a lot more different from high school," you say, laughing.

Scaramouche doesn't mean to look, but it's hard to focus on your words when that shirt hugs your curves so perfectly and that skirt exposes so much of your thighs.

"Have you... gotten a girlfriend?"

Your inquiry catches him off guard. Scaramouche pauses before chuckling, "Ah, no. I've been more occupied with my studies rather than my love life," He deadpans at the sight of Childe making out with a random girl on the couch. "Unlike some people." The last part of his sentence makes you giggle, "I can see Childe's still the same."

Scaramouche hesitates before asking, "What about you? You got a boyfriend? With how much the campus talks about you-" You shake your head, "Mm-mm. No boyfriend." You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear and sheepishly say, "I don't like any of them, 'cept for one."

Scaramouche's interest is suddenly piqued. "Is that so? Who is he?" He knows it's a little brazen of him to ask like that, but the curiosity was gnawing away at him.

You take a sip from your cup and shrug, "Someone. I don't know if he likes me, so he's better off as a secret just in case I end up changing my mind." Scaramouche clicks his tongue inside his mouth. You're so obvious to him, it's adorable, really.

This is the most appropriate time to put that ego of his to use. He knows it's a big step and a rather huge assumption but at this point, he's confident about it.

"It's me, isn't it?" He does nothing but chuckle at your reddening complexion. Scaramouche tilts your chin upwards and smiles. "Drink the rest of that and you'll be fine with me." He nods his head towards the cup in your hold and your hands go clammy.

You do as he says and he does the same with his own drink. Scaramouche tosses the cups aside and pulls you into his bedroom.

You feel all of your senses overwhelm you the second he closes the door and has you against the wall, one of his arms securing your waist and his other hand holding your neck. He kisses you, slowly and passionately. You feel his teeth bite down into your bottom lip, emitting a soft gasp from you.

The more you two get into the kiss, the more you feel comfortable with finally putting your arms around his neck, grinding yourself against his body.

His room smells entirely of him and his scent is absolutely intoxicating. You still remember touching yourself back in your bedroom during your high school phase, thinking of Scaramouche's lithe fingers stretching you out instead of your own.

"Mmh, hah-" Your tongue barely manages to keep up with his, Scaramouche dominating the situation with how amazing his ability to kiss was. His tongue piercing constantly pokes at your tongue and you shiver at the feeling.

"You're so..." Scaramouche's breathy voice trails off as he flips up your skirt, pressing two fingertips against your clothed clit. You whimper from the action and the fabric dampens even more than before. Scaramouche slyly looks at you and removes his fingers. You dryly gulp in anticipation as he places you on his bed.

"So pretty," he breathes out, lips hovering over yours. You're thirsting for another kiss, but he simply hushes you and puts his fingers inside of your mouth. You diligently suck on them, eyes half-lidded and pupils heart shaped. Scaramouche mutters, "Just imagine if all of the guys you rejected could see you whoring yourself out for a simple no one..."

With his digits now covered in the slick of your mouth, he pulls your panties aside and thrusts three inside. During that whole moment, he never looked away from you. You loudly moan, the music and the chatter from outside surely drowning out your lewd noises. Scaramouche licks his lips and goes faster, your cunt clamping down on his fingers.

He lowly laughs, "Good girl, aren't you? Yeah, I'm sure you are." Your view goes hazy as you pant, "S-Scara...!" He curls his fingers, causing you to reach your high more earlier than expected of both you and him. Your white substances cover his hand and he sucks and licks at it, making sure to finish every single drop.

The next thing you know, you're getting pounded from the back with his cock driving into your dripping wet pussy. Your head rests on the pillow, drool wettening the case as you let out mewls and whines. "You're s-so big, Scara! Mngh, mmh!" Your manicured nails dig into the sheets, pussy tightening as Scaramouche moans.

"Yeah, baby doll? Gotta fuck you 'til the break of day." He rubs your clit at a fast pace, drawing you nearer to your high. "Ahn! Scara, mm, I'm gonna' cum!" You whimper out, "Fuck! Mmh!" With one more harsh thrust, the blunt head of his cock plunging straight onto your cervix, you splatter cum all over his pelvis.

Scaramouche's mouth falls agape at the sight of you squirting and he instantly shoots thick, white ropes of seed into your womb. He gives a few shallow thrusts before starting up his previous pace once more. Sounds of soft slapping fills the room along with your heavenly moans and squeals.

At some point, he orders you to turn on your back. You obey and his cock stiffens at your appearance. Your gorgeous lipstick now smudged, clothes all crumpled, tears peeking at your eyes and your cunt...

He watches his sperm leak and pump out of your glistening folds, tucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth at the sinful sight. You rub your thighs together and murmur, "Scara, this is so embarrassing..." Scaramouche gets on top of you and places an open mouthed kiss on your lips, which you reciprocate.

"Embarrassing? No, baby, you're so pretty," he sighs, readying his tip at your leaking hole once more. Sinking inside you, he starts plummeting more vigorously than before, as he gets more turned on when seeing your expressions. You attempt to cover your mouth with the back of your hand to lessen your humiliation, but he manages to put it aside and lean down to kiss your neck.

You re-adjust your legs around his waist, whining as he bites at the sensitive skin of your collarbone, placing numerous hickeys and love bites. It adds to the vulgar pleasure and you realize, you would've never imagined getting fucked raw by your high school crush.

The slippery walls of your cunt start to spasm and you arch your back, crying out, "Scara! Oh, m-hah!" Scaramouche moans and murmurs profanities when your cunt clenches so tight, making him meet his own climax. He pulls out his cock, watching his cum overflow from your pussy.

Scaramouche cups the side of your face and slots his lips into yours. Your cheeks go into a tinted pink when you carefully let your fingers run through his hair. Strands of cerulean frame his pretty face and you feel as though you just got creampied by the most attractive and kindest guy on campus.

And he ends up staying true to his promise, fucking you until daybreak.

You buck your hips forward as he sloppily eats out your cunt. His nose continues to bump onto your clit and you furrow your eyebrows, moaning. His tongue is simply a work of art, the pink muscle entirely inside of you, making you feel the most amazing pleasures ever.

You say multiple praises to him mixed with your own whimpers of his name, your hands messing up his hair with how much you've been holding onto it. It's around twelve in the morning, but the party hasn't settled down at all. You're surprised no one has left yet at this time, though it's expected since exam season ended.

His head is beneath your skirt, though he could care less. All he knows is that he's eating out his first love and each sound that left your throat is simply music to his ears. Scaramouche sucks and licks through your folds, desperately moaning for more than just one taste.

He didn't want this night to end.

The following morning, Childe is completely disoriented and hungover. The only thing that brought him back to his senses was the scene of a girl sucking on his roommate's cock.

"A-Ah... that's it, (Name)..."

The ginger swore he was hearing things. Childe blinks a few times and rubs his eyes before slapping himself in the face. He sits up from the couch and yawns. "Shit, my head. Scaramouche!" He shouts out once more, "Scara, can you make me some of your hangover soup!?"

Noticing the door to Scaramouche's room is slightly open, he pushes it without hesitating. It's just another average Sunday, right?

Childe's eyes widen as he tries taking everything in altogether. There, kneeling on the floor in between his roommate's legs as Scaramouche is sitting on his bed with a hand gripping your hair, is none other than you, of course.

You whine around his dick and lower your head to welcome more of his length into your throat, the vibrations emitting a groan from Scaramouche. Scaramouche's lips are agape as he mutters, "Good girl, good girl... fuck..."

Childe carefully backs away and closes the door after himself. Apparently, Scaramouche wasn't the only one who had a good time at the party.

#purin writes :3 #afab reader #female reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #genshin smut #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche fanfiction #scaramouche fanfic

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fredwkong · 10 months

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Lotto Ticket: Djinni’s Gym

Raj was a friend of yours. You knew that the two of you had been friends for a long time, but also that he had moved to town not long ago. It was weird.

He was busy all the time lately. Either at the gym or hooking up with loads of guys, the two of you almost never hung out like you were pretty sure you used to. However, when you did take the time to, something still seemed… off.

It wasn’t anything like the scent or his looks. Raj always carried a cloud of his own musk everywhere he went. It was a mix of his potent body odour and the curry spices he cooked all his food with. He’d always been an overwhelmingly handsome Indian stud. None of that was weird.

No, what was strange was what Raj explained to you. In his sexy, hypnotic accent, he explained that he was tired of just fucking white boys in the small town you lived in. You’d been sure that was the whole reason he’d moved here. But no, apparently Raj wanted more diversity among his conquests.

It stuck with you. The town was pretty homogenously white. You found yourself wandering through the local arcade after the two of you hung out. Raj had made eyes at some buff guy walking around the mall a few minutes ago, and now that guy was probably choking on Raj’s musky cock in the public washroom.

You were warier than Raj had been when you spotted me. A weird arcade machine you had never seen before, offering prize tickets? But hey, you had change from lunch, so you inserted a coin and I printed out your prize:

CONNECTION. SOLIDARITY. FRATERNITY. SPEAK YOUR WISH FOR ANOTHER AND SEE IT GRANTED. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.

That seemed oddly specific to you. Almost like I had been listening in on your conversation. Still, that was the nature of fortune telling objects, you supposed. “I wish Raj had the diversity he wanted,” you said aloud. Then you crumpled up the wish ticket and put it in your pocket.

You wandered out of the arcade and kept walking down the mall concourse. Raj would catch up in a few minutes once he got his rocks off. You walked by the storefront that had been empty for years, then paused as there was a sudden motion out of the corner of your eye.

There was a poster in the window that you were certain hadn’t been there a moment before. It read, “DJINNI’S GYM: GRAND OPENING SOON.” The door was ajar.

This time you had only a moment’s hesitation. You wanted to see where this led. You pushed open the door and stepped inside.

For some reason, the space felt familiar to you. You walked past the sleek front desk with confidence and stepped into the huge free weights area. It was all dimly lit, but even that felt normal to you. You walked down the length of the gym, impressed with the heavy weights they stocked. Most people around here wouldn’t even be able to lift half of these. Who was this gym for? you wondered.

As you walked, your feet started to grow in your shoes, stretching longer as hair began to cover them. Your beat-up loafers became a pristine pair of high-top Converse, your favourite lifting shoes.

As you checked out the squat racks and deadlift platforms, your calves swelled up thick and juicy, black hair growing thick across them. Black skin rushed up your swelling thighs as your jeans dissolved into cutoff shorts. You scratched your bare thigh absently, and wrinkled your nose at the smell emerging from your shoes.

Moving on to the machine area, you looked in approval at the hip thrust machine. In response, your ass swelled up, stretching the limits of your shorts with two perfect, jiggly globes. In the front, your pouch thickened as well, your big Black cock starting to leak into your shorts as you thought about the diversity of men who would soon be building up their glutes using this machine. The smell of fresh and stale precum enriched the scent that your body gave off.

You hurried past the paltry cardio area. Yeah, you might use the rowing machine sometimes to get a back pump, but you preferred to get your cardio in the bedroom or the sauna. Rushing as if to catch up, dark skin and muscle rushed up your midriff and your pecs stretched your polo shirt to the breaking point, covered in whorls of nappy hair. As it snapped in the front, the threads rewove themselves into a cropped T-shirt, your usual gym wear. You fondled your big Black nipples as you headed for the locker room.

Just inside the locker room, you encountered a mirror. For an instant, you were surprised. You had gone from your old, inconsequential self to this thick, hairy, smelly Black man. Then, all at once, the transformation rushed up your thickening neck and over your head. As your facial features grew and a beard burst from your jaw, it hit you. You were Shaun, a bottom-heavy Black hunk with huge, musky feet, and Djinni Gym was about to be your gym.

You quickly checked over the locker room. Just one, since this was a men’s gym. Everything was clean, except for the musky man-smell that permeated the whole space. As it should, you thought, since it was your gym. You’d already been spending basically every waking moment here, setting things up, testing equipment, and jerking off whenever the thought of running your own gym full of hunky guys of every colour and body type became too much. Just from you alone, the whole place was impregnated with masculinity.

Well, you and Raj, you amended. He’d coated this place in at least as much musky sweat and cum as you had. As you walked out of the changing room, you heard the front door open again. Raj had finally caught up with you.

“Hey man,” you boomed, in your rich voice. “How was your hookup?”

“He’d be better if he worked out here,” Raj replied, in that Indian accent that always made you weak at the knees. He gave you a deep kiss as you met by the front desk. “When’s opening day?”

You looked around the gym. Everything was perfect. You had a huge gym facility perfect for horny men to use, and with your wish ticket you were sure that every single guy who came in would become an extraordinary hunk of some variety for you and Raj to enjoy.

“Tomorrow, of course, bro.”

#mental change #male transformation #black tf #african american tf #muscle tf #musk tf #feet kink tf #wish #broification #djinni's gym #male tf #all fwkong

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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I'm so glad you are having fun!

Could we hear something about the bestfriend curtis & ari? <3

thank you bestie and yes ofc !! prepare yourselves, this is basically a whole fic:

ok so i was thinking something like: at first, you were just Nat's best friend, then you got adopted by the whole group, and perhaps developed a little crush on Ari and Curtis (the certified plugs and rugby boys, built like tanks). you've seen them around since you have mutual friends, but you've never spoken more than a sentence or two to them (let's be honest, they're very intimidating). It's Nat's birthday so everyone goes clubbing and what do you know... you're running late so Nat sends Ari and Curtis to pick you up 😳 cue the awkward car ride.

the night ends at Nat's house and oh no, all the beds are taken? That's okay, Ari and Curtis offer to make some room on the tiny futon in the living room. you say, "I don't want you to sleep on the floor," so it's good that they manage to squeeze with you in between. now you're all cozy and snug between two beefy fellas, still drunk and high and trying but failing to pay attention to the movie on the television. you keep rocking your hips and shifting around, unable to forget how they passed you around in the club, kissing you senselessly and grinding against you.

Curtis' hand slips to your thigh, "you just can't sit still, huh?"

You shake your head, whining pathetically into his shoulder. "S-Sorry... I get horny when I'm high." Your body has a mind of its own and rocks into his hand, keeping it snugly against your clothed folds. "Please don't make me stop."

Rough fingers pinch your chin and turn you the other way, Ari's shaded eyes meet yours. "Where do you want my hand, baby?" You don't hesitate to bring his hand to your throat and he smiles, "atta girl. Quit being mean and touch her, Curtis."

so they play with you, Curtis rubs over your panties, telling you to make a big mess for them while Ari experiments with his grip on your neck, and spits into your wide-open drooly mouth. but poor little you, you're too tired !! too sleepy from partying for so long and it catches up to you. they chuckle as you go slack, quiet breaths puffing from your swollen lips. they get you all tucked in and not to be a total whore but... they kiss you goodnight.

You wake up trapped between them, your leg hooked over Curtis' thighs and Ari snug behind you. one thing leads to another and Ari asks if you want to continue, but you have different things in mind: "Can I taste you instead?"

so you kneel between his legs, still a lil drunk/high and mouth against his bulge, "I've never done this before..." you confess, pouting up at him, "can you teach me?"

and he does: "You can lick the tip, just get used to the taste." "T-That's good, yeah, you're doing great, baby." "Spit on it, I like it messy." He groans softly, his hips jerking when your saliva lands on the head before you smear it with your tongue. he wasn't expecting you to ask about his sack, "can I kiss you there too?"

Your nose rubs against his base, "you're s-so big. I love it." He doesn't hold back his moans as you suckle his balls, slobbering all over him, "Know you do—bet you're soaked, huh? Reach a hand down there and tell me how wet you are."

after he cums on your face and you leave to go clean up ("should I brush my teeth?" "Just rinse with water."), he lies back in contentment. "You can stop pretending now. She's gone."

Curtis' eyes shoot open and he grumpily flips around, "you could've tried to be quiet."

"And make her think I wasn't enjoying myself? No thanks."

i also had a few thots about dry-humping, some "better be quiet" fooling around in a washroom, and ofc naughty sexting 🌚

#thought of this while going home from the club #in the presence of family and friends #the sluttyness never rests #best bros ari and curtis #sonny drabbles #ari levinson #curtis everett #ari levinson drabble #curtis everett drabble #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson x reader #curtis everett smut #curtis everett fanfic #curtis everett x reader #ari levinson x reader x curtis everett #curtis everett x reader x ari levinson

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reorientation · 3 months

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Rest stop anon again 😊 it's been about 9 weeks since I got knocked up by a stranger and a lot has changed for me. Most of the physical changes aren't noticeable enough yet for my friends to mention but my family has been slipping up by calling me a girl again and I haven't once corrected them. I stopped taking T as soon as I got a positive pregnancy test and I've been putting a lot of effort into taking care of myself and following doctors advice which has made me look much more feminine in general. I've been slowly phasing out all of my more masculine clothes for softer colours and more fitted clothes, I even went and got fitted for bras for the first time in years! Pretty soon I'll completely present as a girl again and then I'll tell people to treat me like it again ^^

I went back to that rest stop a few more times hoping to hook up but also maybe hoping to find the man who got me pregnant in the first place. I'm not sure if it's hotter to me to let the man stay a stranger or find him to show him what he did but I think I'll give up on looking for him. I've been much more horny and sensitive lately so I downloaded some apps for hooking up because I can't go into the mens washroom anymore now that I've stopped trying to look like a man so I've spent most of my free time being used by men 😌 the last guy practically worshipped my tits before fucking them and cumming all over them and since then I've been obsessively playing with them. Maybe I should get my nipples pierced some day..

This kink has made my life spiral into something so so good and I can't wait for when I'm further into my pregnancy and the only thing I'll be seen as is a woman. Thank you for letting me share this with you and everyone else ❤❤❤

(Previously)

You're always welcome here, good girl. ❤️

One of the most beautiful things about pregnancy - especially in former "boys" - is that "yet". The changes aren't casually noticeable enough yet. They don't all know what a stranger did to your body (or rather, what your body is doing for a stranger) yet. But they will. Every day it becomes a little more obvious, even as you pull that day of discovery a little closer by picking out clothes that flatter your changing curves.

It almost feels a little futile for you to finally get fitted for a bra at this stage, though. You're only nine weeks in, little first-time-mommy. Your breasts have so much more to grow.

If it were me who had knocked you up, I think the sweetest way to find out would be to see you again at that rest stop eight or nine months later - fully transformed and looking radiant in a maternity dress. I'd love for that to be my two memories of you: a scared little "boy" dripping my cum in a men's bathroom stall, and a woman whose body and life had been reshaped by the baby I put inside her.

But for now, you've got more growing to do, and that pregnant little pussy of yours deserves the rewards of serving men. Have fun on those apps, sweetheart. It's not like you can get any more pregnant, after all. ❤️

#kink interactions #reorientation writing #reor: anon ask #ftm misgendering kink #ftm detransition kink #ftm breeding #ftm girl #reor: anon life story #reor: rest stop anon

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callsign-cree · 2 years

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lovin' feelin' | nick "goose" bradshaw

synopsis | it was twenty dollars between maverick and goose, a bet that whoever got laid first on the premises, wins. goose had zero chance, until he found her.

warning | swearing, singing goose and maverick, mentions of sex, betting, hardcore making out , mentions of alcohol, drinking, use of y/n, afab (assigned female at birth) reader + pronouns

note | this was very rushed as i had to get the idea out, but i will probably edit it after-

genre | fluff + a little spicy

wordcount | 1.1k

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goose was not a singer. at all. but when maverick pointed her out alone at the bar, he was ecstatic. she was beautiful, he had no other way to describe it. there was something about her eyes that captured him and wanted to know more. and he wanted nothing more than to sing that dreaded song.

“you never close your eyes anymore,” sang goose, his aviators dropping to the tip of his nose, “when I kiss your lips.”

all the aviators gathered around as if it was some sort of ritual, or mating call. and by the way goose was looking at her, y/n didn't know which one she wanted more.

maverick was beside him, singing whole-heartedly, then one by one, aviators created a small group surrounding her. it lifted her spirits, watching all the men sing around her, but it was also very confusing.

it was as if she walked into a musical, naval aviators in their white uniforms and they all drunkenly sang the lyrics.

“and theres no tenderness like before in your fingertips,” he sang, holding out his fist, singing passionately. y/n held back a laugh and smiled at his attempts of wooing her. and she couldn't lie, it was certainly working.

“youre trying hard not to show it,” he continued, gesturing to her by reaching out his hand, “but baby, baby i know it…”

goose leaned down toward her, crouching down below her. he raised an eyebrow and smiled at her, glancing at her above his sunglasses.

“you lost that lovin’ feelin’,” sang goose, drawing out the words, everyone following along. “whoa, that lovin’ feelin’.”

minutes later, they finally finished the song and y/n couldn't hide her blush as goose took a seat on the bar stool beside her. his forehead was sweating and he had taken off his shades, hooking them on his shirt.

crossing one leg over the other, she sipped her drink in silence while glancing over to goose. with the whole aviator getup, it was hard to miss that he was at least something in the military.

“well,” said goose, taking a swig of his beer, “how'd you like the show?”

y/n shook her head, failing to stop a smile. “it was perfect, you guys should be singers.”

goose smiled, laughing at her compliment, “thank you very much, ma’am…goose.” he held out his hand to her.

y/n shook it and smirked, “like the bird? did your mom love you?” she joked, playing dumb was a great tactic with the navy.

“no, its my callsign,” said goose, “you can call me goose or nick, whichever you desire. what about you?”

her confidence got the best of her.

“you can call me whatever you want, honey.” said y/n, smirking at the pink dusting his cheeks. she got him now. she couldn't help it growing once she saw him laughing off his nervousness. a bumbling mess this man was.

“w-well, I…” said goose, laughing to himself. he didn’t know what to do, it seemed like every social part of his being escaped.

if she wasn't going to go home drunk, she might as well go home satisfied. y/n downed her drink and got up from her stool.

“well, if you need anything,” said y/n, brushing a hand over his shoulder and smiling, “you know where to find me.”

with that, she walked away to the washroom and it wasn't long before she heard the fumbling of a certain aviator and a couple whistles. its amazing what a couple drinks and confidence could do to a woman.

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it wasn't long until she and goose were in the bathroom with the door locked. she pulled him by his collar, lips moving in sync. his mustache tickling her face. a small moan escaped into his mouth, causing him to return one.

goose grabbed at her hips, reaching down pulling her up. y/n jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. without leaving her lips, he placed her on the counter, hands wrapping her waist.

hands travelling up, y/n held her body flush against his, pulling at his hair. reaching his roots, y/n tugged at it, earning a moan from goose. his hands wandered up and down her sides, rubbing at her thighs.

pulling apart slightly, they heaved and y/n leaned her against his forehead, her hands holding his face. a delirious smile made its way onto her face.

“darlin’ you certainly are-” said goose, quickly silence by a peck on the lips.

“shut up lieutenant,” said y/n, locking eyes with the love hazed aviator.

“yes ma’am.”

pulling him in for another kiss, she smiled into it and held him closer. encasing him between her legs, purposely grinding against him. moaning at the friction, goose returned one, pulling away and trailing kisses down her neck.

feeling her better judgement slip, she engrossed herself with the man, and boy, she sure had that lovin’ feelin’.

***

after ten minutes of occupying the washrooms and angering other bar guests, she fixed her makeup in the mirror. smiling at the man who exited the stall. he stood proud and tall, she knew the exact situation he was in and she wasn't mad.

walking up behind her, goose wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning into the crook of her neck. he placed a couple kisses and y/n shurgged him off softly, turning to face him. he trapped her between him and the sink.

“i dont know what you’ve done to me but…” said goose, trailing off, “i want to see you again.”

y/n bit her lip, looking up at the man through her eyelashes. she leaned in closer to him, she could smell his cologne.

“we’ll see about that aviator,” said y/n, grabbing his sunglasses off his shirt and pushing past him. goose leaned against the counter staring at her in amusement.

“i will hold onto these until we meet again…” said y/n, placing them on her face. “now…shall we win this bet, lieutenant?”

goose’s face dropped in terror and y/n laughed at his reaction. it was too obvious, the same song every aviator sang to get a pick me up, but she was satisfied and thats all that mattered.

making her way out of the washroom, goose followed behind her quickly. spotting his friend, she stopped past him, tilting down the glasses to look at him with a smirk.

“you got to control your wingman aviator,” joked y/n, “i think he loves me.”

maverick’s jaw dropped slightly and y/n chuckled before sending goose a wink and walking to the door. she definitely had that lovin’ feelin’, and it was for a certain naval aviator named goose.

#top gun #top gun maverick #goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #goose x reader #nick bradshaw x reader #top gun one shot #top gun imagine #goose bradshaw fluff #goose bradshaw smut

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equallyshaw · 4 months

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connor bedard x kailey hughes au!

↳ star crossed lovers au masterlist. ↳ throwback blurb to 2019 right after the draft (: warnings: swearing & an anxiety attack!.. this one is sad :/ word count: 1.5k

kailey had just come back from a soccer intensive out in los angeles, when jack had just come back from the devils development camp. quinn and kailey had just walked inside through the garage when jack waltzed through the front door demanding the family's attention. he wanted to let them all know what he had gotten up to. kailey silently groaned, and turned towards the kitchen to grab a snack. quinn watched her walk out of the family room and jack could not hide his distaste, "is that how you're gonna treat your brother who's been away for almost a month?" he chastised, referencing his non stop media touring and now development camp. she sighed knowing that this was a fight that he was gonna win, each and every time. she no longer had the energy or will to compete. "why yes jack, id love to know everything." she said sarcastically as she went to grab an apple and creamy peanut butter.

jack made a tsk noise, and began to ramble on for the next 45 minutes. by the time he was done, kailey had managed to slip out without so much as an eyebrow raised from the boy. luke found his way up to her bedroom, softly knocking before stepping inside. she had just finished putting her clothes away or in the laundry bin, and she shook her head. "its not even worth it lukey." she said not looking up at him as she fished through her carry on bag. "oh come on, we all know that you could have put him in his place and shut him up." he said plopping down on her bed. she sighed, standing up and putting her bag up on it's hook. there was a knock on the door as soon as she was about to speak up, "luke were getting food!" they heard jack on the other side. luke was about to speak up as she turned around, "just! go.." she said her voice raising slightly before softening. "just go, please. its whatever." she huffed, taking her towel and going into her connected washroom.

as soon as he shut the door, she shut her eyes and began to sob silently. and then it wasn't silent after a few minutes. she kneeled down and pulled her knees up to her chest, hyperventilating at this point.

ellen was walking past kaileys room when she heard the sobbing, and she quickly made her way in without knocking. however, her bedroom door was locked. "kailey sweetie, can you let me in please?" she said knocking on the washroom door. it only made kailey sob harder, "kailey baby, please. just let me be with you i wont say anything." ellen pleaded, as jim made his way down the hall after he heard ellen shouting. "no! i don't want to talk to you." she cried out, and jim's eyebrows furrowed. "'kiwi, please sweetie we just want to make sure you're ok!" jim added now. kailey shook her head, feeling her breathing become harder and harder. she was having an anxiety attack and felt as if she couldn't breathe. "i-i-i cant bre-breathe." she sobbed, and her parents looked at one another. they didn't know what to do besides breaking down the door. "call quinn!" ellen said in a hushed voice, and jim nodded pulling out his phone.

quinn was in the middle of driving towards their local chipotle, when he got a call. "hey dad, whats up?" he asked tapping the accept call on his phone. "hey uh, we need you to speak to or attempt to speak to kailey." jim said on speaker, before he took it off speaker and pulled it up to his ear. "is everything ok?" he questioned, his tone laced with concern. luke's head popped up from the backseat, quickly going to text kailey. quinn's hit the steering wheel twice, hearing that she was having an anxiety attack - well now, panic attack. "bro chill out." jack said not looking up from his phone. "put her on." quinn said, pulling into the parking lot. jack quickly hopped out as soon as quinn parked, with luke and quinn not moving from their seats. "lets go, i have plans later." jack said from where he stood just next to the passenger door. quinn waved him off as he heard sobbing from the other end, "she wont let us in the room. fuck!" jim swore as ellen continued to beg, with no luck.

"slide it under the door, ill try to talk to her." quinn said and jim nodded putting the phone on speaker and slid it under the door. kailey heard the scrape of the phone on the wood floor, and looked up to see her dads phone. she sniffled before quinn began to talk, "hey kiwi, is there any way i can get you to unlock the door for mom and dad?" he asked softly, and luke leaned in to hear her response. jack sighed, slamming the door and heading inside. kailey sniffled, "im so over it q...im done being treated as if i don't exist or matter." she sobbed taking the phone and bringing it closer. "i wanted to tell you guys what i did in los angeles, i wanted to tell you guys what food i tried or the colleges i visited..." she trailed off shutting her eyes tightly. "but its all about him, all about him!" she said frustratedly. "i know kiwi, i know." quinn said feeling his and luke's heart shatter. "im fine, i promise." she said wiping her nose, "im letting them in." she said hanging up on quinn. quinn swore, along with luke who sighed.

as soon as kailey unlocked the door, ellen made her way in quickly. jim stayed by the doorframe, watching as his wife pulled their daughter into her arms. she cried softly into ellen's arms, ellen's heart breaking at the sight. her happy-go-lucky daughter wasn't happy, and hadn't been for a while.

"no quinn, im sick and tired of him walking around here and telling people that im just another roommate to him? where does he get off by embarrassing me, huh?!" she screamed at her oldest brother. for the past ten minutes the two had been talking, and as it went on kailey's anger grew. "y'know what? im not dealing with this!" she said grabbing her car keys and wallet, and headed downstairs. "kails!" quinn called after her, and ignored him heading down the stairs before going to the garage. "kails wait!" quinn called after her, and she stopped to turn around. "stop defending him! stop it! just stop! next time i need someone to talk to ill know not to come to you, okay?" she screamed about to turn around, but he grabbed her arm before she could do so. she yanked her arm from him, giving him a death glare in the process. "who are we fighting about?" jack questioned cheekily from the living room, and she quickly started her descent towards the second eldest. quinn quickly scuffled after her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "no let go of me!" she screamed, trying to get away. she kicked her foot to his chin, and he let go of her. "dont you touch me luke!" she screamed, pointing a finger at her Irish twin. he held his hands up in innocence, backing away. she then looked towards jack who found all of this amusing.

"kailey." ellen said trying to settle her daughter.

"man if i could only wipe that childish smirk off your face, id be the one smirking. i'd be the one who is fucking happy in this household but NO! it has to be you, always. you have to suck it out of everybody else like goddamn vampire, jack and i only hope karma comes for you..as a rookie." she snapped, before turning around and walking out to the garage. quinn held up his hands, not letting anybody go after her. "you! you don't get to move an inch." he said threatening jack who tried to get up, "i've sat back too damn long and allowed you to treat our only sister like shit for the past three years. I've allowed mom and dad without success try to reprimand you without luck. im sick of you acting like an immature baby who believes that he is the only child in this family. do you realize how annoying it is to hear your voice 24/7? and don't act like i haven't noticed everything, I've just become so immune to it - its made me sick. i love you man but wake up, better yet- grow up!" quinn boomed at his brother, before walking outside. jack looked over towards luke, who only shook his head in response before heading outside after quinn.

ellen and jim looked at one another before they both shook their heads. they stood up, with ellen heading upstairs to kaileys room and jim to his office.

jack sat there alone, not truly understanding or comprehending the true weight of his words and actions to kailey over the years.

damn that was sad, but next blurb will be with connor and kailey!!

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 6 months

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Anonymous: <p>love your work man! Can i have a request of turning into people by wearing their sweaty and stinky clothes? My next door Russell living alone in a nice house is a glasses chubby grandpa and I wonder how it feels like to carry his belly in big suits and to live in retirement without family members around. Just really wish we could trade lives so he won't feel lonely anymore. Can you help me? </p>

I’m starting to think you men just don’t want to be young anymore period. Always wishing away this wasted youth. Well they always did say the youth is wasted in the young.

He asked you to come and help him hook up his vcr. Being the nice neighbor you are you were immediately over there was too nice to even tell him it’s a vcr. It’s a 4K blue Ray player. You could hear his heavy foot steps walking around behind you shadowing your work making sure that everything was done one right. Then making comments about how he wished he was young again. Even saying his back couldn’t take bending down like that anymore let alone his knees. When everything was all hooked up Russell was so excited you thought he was going to jump. He even went to the Galway closet to look for “vhs tapes”. There was a funky smell in the room though musky. You didn’t notice it before but you see that right next to wear you had been standing this whole time there was a pile of dirty clothing in a basket. And right on top was a pair dirty stained underwear. You could even see dribble in the underwear making them really reek. But the issue was you had a fetish things like this. Bring a closet gay you couldn’t help but love the idea of having filthy things like this on you. On your face. You couldn’t help yourself. While Russell was still in the hallway getting his vhs tapes he swooped down and grabbed the underwear and stuffed them in your pocket. Surely the old man wouldn’t notice them. He wore glasses for Christ sake.

You walked around the living after getting your trophy looking at all the memorabilia from Russell’s life. His family that never came to see him. A life that you had never thought a man like him would have lived. And some of the photos even looked …. Wait was he kissing a guy in that picture !! You were trying your best to hide your hard on from all this excitement when you heard his heavy footfalls coming back to the living room. You chuckled at such a cute site. He actually had vhs tapes. And he was grinning. You broke the news to him then and you seen such disappointment. “Well I didn’t know. Shit!” Russell exclaimed. “Well. I’ll just have to find my tapes on that fancy new stuff then. Hey while your here think you can help get my dirty clothes to the wash ? It’s a little difficult sometimes with my back and this big old tank!” He said slapping his gut. Again sending you into waive excitement. You almost came seeing his gut jiggle there. Of course you agreed to it. You wanted yo be clothes to his stinky clothes anyway. Getting to the washroom he couldn’t thank you enough for helping him with everything. You even made a comment about how you wished you could take some of the burden off him and giggled when he said “hell let’s swap places that’ll take a burden off !” You let yourself out of the house and practically ran back to your apartment next door. You couldn’t wait to touch the underwear again.

In your bedroom you quickly take your clothes off hard already. And holding the stained smelly underwear in your hands you slip them on. Leaking already from all the excitement. You lean back on your bed and begin to pleasure yourself at the idea of being Russell. You wish so bad to be him. All of him. Even down to his leaky cock. You cum your largest load you’ve ever had in his underwear not even bother to take them off before you pass out for a nap.

You wake up an hour later and yawn. But when you do you feel your back crack which instantly send your screaming in pain in a voice that doesn’t sound like your own. Your eyes dart open. You see some fuzz on your shoulders that wasn’t there before and you look down to see a slight beard growing where there was none. A small gut is now where abs once were. You sit up once your back pain subsides. The underwear had harden with your own mixtures of sex and excitement but your ready to go again already. Sitting up you can see even you feet look a little different. You get out of bed knowing something is wrong. Going to the bathroom you look in the mirror. Somethings not right. It’s as if your aging. Getting older. And already you stomach looks larger than when you just got up !! You have a flash back to your wish. You wished to be Russell. This causing you to be even more turned. In the bathroom mirror you started to stroke yourself. And as your stoked you seen the changed speed up. Shoulders becoming wrapped in white hair. A thick white beard forming. A receding hair line growing in or rather growing out ! Thick white chest hair and you could feel the hair forming!! In your hands you could feel your own shaft thicken. Looking down you realize seeing it would be a thing of the past as your gut got even larger and even hairier. Becoming exactly like Russell’s. Inch by inch it swelled further and further outward until it looked like you had swallowed a beach ball. And it taught and hard as a rock. You cock got shorter from all the added fat and looking down you ld never see your feet again. Your insides shifted becoming older and your bladder released dribble that got on your hands as your vision blurred making you need glasses. By the end of your change you had your wish. You were exactly like Russell. Everything inch of you.

Struggling with your vision you managed to find some sweat pants that fit you. It took a bit to get your larger frame across the road back to Russell’s house. The back pain really setting in carry such a massive gut !! And his knees hurting ! You were so hard already carrying all his weight you were already leaking precum again. You knocked on the door a couple times and shakey hello came. But when you said “let me in” in Russell’s own older voice the door immediately opened and you was pulled in. Glasses were given to you. Finally able to see clearly for the first time wishing yourself into his body you see that he has become you. Russell looks afraid.

“What’s going on! We have to change back ! I can’t let this happen to you !” Your back is killing you from the walk and make it to the recliner. You’re calm and Russell looks at you. “Say something ! What are we going to do”. You reach down for the lever and recline the chair and let out a sigh of relief as the pain is eased off your back. “Ahhh… I tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to stay right here. In this body. In fact. I wish to never change back. In fact I might gain a few more pounds cause I’m looking a little skinny if you ask me.” The real russel was shocked. He looked down at his new body. Young and fit. Realizing he was never getting his old body back. And smiled. “Anything you need before I go home Russell?” You think for a second. “Yeah. Call me gramps from now on. And can you order me something to eat. I’m hungry !”

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bokutokoutarou · 2 years

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— THE NIGHT TRAIN

LEVI ACKERMAN x F!READER NSFW (MODERN AU)

SYNOPSIS - your train rides home become far more intriguing when you start hooking up with the attractive stranger who always sits in the cabin beside yours.

There's something inherently magical about riding a train as sunset merges to nightfall. To sit by the windowsill and watch pink and purple hues emerge in the sky as the orange glow from the sun dims. To get lost in the motion of the rapidly passing trees, to stare at the newly-appeared moon in the sky and wonder in a child-like sense if it's following you. You never imagined you'd be grateful for the fact that your new job required you to work late and take the night train home, yet after two weeks you adopted your nightly train rides as a ritualistic pleasure.

It became even more of a pleasure when he showed up.

He was shorter than most men, yet for what he lacked in height he made up for with a cool disposition that could almost be misread as arrogance. He was easy on the eyes, dark features contrasting his pale skin, and he always wore the same white button down and black slacks — his top shirt button undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He always looked handsome despite his clear and utter exhaustion, which was apparent from the permanent bags under his eyes and the somewhat dishevelled state of his clothes.

You didn’t know who he was. How could you? He was just a stranger with somewhere to go on the same nights and at the same times as you. A stranger who always sat in the same seat on the train, which just so happened to be in the same row as you, yet in the cabin one isle over. You didn’t know why you were so drawn to him. Maybe it was the air of mystery that hung over everyone in the shroud of the night. Maybe it was his undeniable attractiveness you noticed from the moment you laid eyes on him.

Or maybe it was because his eyes always met yours as he took his seat, the fleeting contact making your stomach swirl with a feeling comparable to locking eyes with a schoolyard crush. It was incredibly silly, the fact that you were a young adult with a semi-decent paying job who still got hot and bothered by something as trivial as eye contact. You knew it probably meant nothing. He was probably just looking across the isle to see if it was empty. And it probably meant nothing when he’d look at you again, ten minutes later, sneaking a glance at you up from his laptop screen before resuming whatever he was working on. It was like clockwork. You’d sneak a glance at him, then ten minutes later he’d sneak a glance at you. Glances that probably meant nothing.

At least that's what you assumed until your innocent glances turned into sinful meetings in the tiny washroom at the very back of the train.

There wasn't much space to work with, but that’s what made it all the more exciting. He'd close the door behind him, twisting the lock with a small "click". Then he'd press you up against the sink, his lips exploring your neck to leave works of art for you to admire later, his hands exploring every inch of your body — trailing along your collarbones, down your breasts, moving to your waist before gripping the silhouette of your ass. He'd reach under your skirt and stroke the wetness of your panties with two digits, teasing your clit for a few moments before slipping the garment down your legs.

Your view of him ravishing you in the mirror was more magical than anything you'd see out the window of the train. It was utterly mesmerizing; the way he'd ruin you with such little effort, the way your skin would already be flushed with pleasure within seconds of his touch. He was a stranger, yet your body became a familiar territory for him. He knew every spot to touch, to stroke, to suck in order to elicit your loudest of moans, which he’d silence with a gentle yet firm hand over your mouth.

“What would the other passengers think if they heard you whimper like that?” he’d ask, his voice low and raspy, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his warm breath creep against your skin. As if contradicting his prior words, he’d move his fingers away from your clit and pump them into your entrance, his fingers curling up to hit the spot that drives you wild. You’d audibly gasp in pleasure. His dominant hand would press deeper against your mouth while he used his other to unbuckle his belt. You’d reach behind you and palm his crotch, feeling his already hardened length bulge against the fabric of his black underwear.

Watching him fuck you in the mirror was always a sight to behold. You’d grip the edges of the sink, your back slightly arched, his hands gripping your waist, his length slamming into you. There was always an insatiable hunger in each of his thrusts. You’d watch his grip on your waist tighten and contort your flesh, his nails dig into your skin in a way that’d feel more pleasurable than painful. You’d get lost in the expression he’d make as his thrusts became more erratic — the way his eyes would almost darken, the way his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted out of his own pleasure. If you weren’t being so loud under the cover of his hand, you’d be able to hear the soft pants escaping his lips as every thrust brought him closer to his own release.

“Levi,” you’d moan his name as you felt yourself getting closer. He’d told you it during your third meeting in the washroom, claiming it was only fair for you to know the name of someone who pleasured you so well. Yet even with the revelation of his name, he was still shrouded in mystery. You didn’t know what he did for a living, or where he was going in the dead of the night. You were reminded of this whenever the train would make a rickety motion along the tracks. You knew his name, and you knew how to pleasure each other, yet that was about it. You were still two strangers. No strings attached.

And after everything’s said and done — after you’ve reached your highs, come to your release, and gave yourselves a couple breathless moments to relish in your mutual pleasure — you’d both return to your usual seats. The same row, yet in the cabin one isle over. Never beside each other. You’d never exchange words, yet you’d exchange small smirks and glances charged with sexual tension. And when he’d reach his destination, which was one stop before yours, he’d spare you one last glance, give you one last smirk, and walk through the exit without looking back.

Maybe it was the air of mystery that hung over everyone in the shroud of the night.

Maybe it was his undeniable attractiveness you noticed from the moment you laid eyes on him.

Or maybe it was because you’d romanticized your nightly train rides from the very start. From the moment you got lost in the sunset’s orange glow, the dusk’s pink and purple hues, and the mesmerizing white light of the rising moon.

Whatever it was, it made something inside of you long for more. For more than stolen glances and shared smirks, for more than scandalous meetups in the washroom of your nightly train. You didn’t know much about Levi other than the fact that he made you feel good, and you knew he was probably fucking you to relieve his stress from whatever work made him so worn out by sunset. But still. You wanted more.

Dare you say, you needed it.

So one night, as he used his hands to explore your body in the tiny washroom compartment of the train, you used yours to covertly slip a tiny piece of paper containing your number into the pocket of his slacks. Although you always relished in the pleasure of your meetups, you made sure to savour every single moment of this one in case it was your last.

But there was something magical about riding the night train that made you feel like it wouldn’t be.

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trulyaiko · 2 years

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A PROMISE TO BE BROKEN (GOOD ENDING)

SYPONISIS ✧ scaramouche and you were best friends for who knows how long, your platonic love for him becomes romantic as you spend more time with him. one day, you find scaramouche suddenly making plans with new friends of his and you're not against it! but it takes a turn when some of his friends try to hook him up with someone. afraid to ruin your friendship with him, you don't tell him and you distance yourself from him.

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER SPECIFICALLY ✧ ooc yoimiya (she swears and is being rude to scara <3), yoimiya being the girlboss she is <3

WORD COUNT ✧ 635

QUICK A/N ✧ this chapter will NOT affect the series nor will it give any spoilers, just a good ending for yall sad souls 😻✌

once you reached the female washroom, you locked yourself in one of the cubicles and started to sob on the floor.

maybe he meant to say that, maybe he really did.

he probably just wanted to end this friendship but didn't know how.

your tears couldn't stop flowing; you tried to wipe them away but more tears just kept flowing out instead.

you could hear the door open slowly so you put your hand on your mouth to cover your mouth from that sobbing of yours.

the person knocked on your cubicle.

"y/n. i know you're in there.. can we talk?" the person spoke. gladly it wasn't him. it was just yoimiya.

"i saw you running down the hallway to the washroom, crying. d-do you want to talk about it?" she spoke sincerely.

you slowly unlocked the door to reveal your crying state. yoimiya didn't even gasp, she just hugged you. while you started to uncontrollably sob on her shoulder.

she started to comfort you as she played with your hair and swaying her hand on your back up and down. once you had calmed down

"so, do you wanna talk about it? i mean- it's fine if you don't want to! i completely understand." she said with a small laugh at the end of her sentence.

you nodded slowly as you started to explain that situation that had happened with you and scaramouche.

each moment, you could feel yoimiya's patience about to snap.

you finished soon and decided to release the hug yoimiya pulled you into earlier to wipe your tears. wiping your tears you could hear yoimiya being mad at scaramouche and saying insults at him.

"i've never really understood why you and that bastard became friends when you both were younger."

"just be the better woman and break your friendship with him. it's better so you can actually spend time with ayaka, kazuha, and me more!"

you knew she was mad only at him, she didn't mean those insults but the second one, felt a bit too true.

you pulled into another hug as you thanked her five times for her actions.

"hehe, you're welcome y/n! just make sure to promise me your mom's bento box tomorrow, it's the best!" she spoke as she ran out of the washroom. though, you could see her stop at the door and glare at someone, but sooner or later she just went to do her own business.

you washed your face before leaving the washroom.

after closing the door to the female washroom, you met eyes with the person you did not want to see.

you sighed before talking. "what do you need, scaramouche?" with probably no tone in your voice.

"i-i wanted to say i was sorry. i didn't mean to say those, stupid stuff. i-i was j-just-" "mad." you completed his sentence.

"yeah, i was mad. i really didn't meant to say those. for that, i really, really, am sorry." he lowered his gaze to the floor as he started to cry a bit.

he didn't expect an apology from you. he really didn't. he was stupid. and i mean, very, very, stupid.

his words echoed through your words. maybe he was sincere about his apology.

you walked up to him and gave him a small hug as you felt your shoulder become wet due to his tears.

"i forgive you scaramouche, but if you do that again.. i'm not so sure." you spoke as you did the same treatment yoimiya did to you.

"i'll do my best to not do it again.. i promise." he spoke as he gripped your school uniform tight to stop him from crying.

his promise may seem like nothing to some people, but to you. he knew it would mean the world if he broke another one.

A/N ✧ HOPE THIS MAKES YALL SAD SOULS FEEL BETTER !!

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Keith walks into the briefing room expecting very little. They still have a couple days until their nearest big mission, and they’ve already planned it ad nauseam, so he isn’t sure what Allura needs to discuss.

But, black paladin or not, Keith knows damn well that Allura’s the boss, so. To the briefing room he goes.

He’s greeted with a beaming smile from Lance the second he walks through the door, which is surprising for a few reasons, but largely because last time he checked, he was firmly on Lance’s shit list. (They’d had an argument last night while Lance was on kitchen clean-up duty that had ended with Lance scooping a pot of dirty dishwater and dumping it over Keith’s head before storming out. So. How Lance went from absolutely furious to smiling at Keith like Keith was the sun after a storm was a mystery, but Keith has always thrived when Lance gave him any attention, so he decides not to question it.)

“Come sit next to me,” Lance offers, and obviously Keith does not hesitate to do so. The second he sits down, Lance reaches over and wraps his arm tightly around Keith’s, then hooks his ankle around the leg of Keith’s chair, yanking him closer.

Damn, someone’s in a magically wonderful mood, Keith thinks, pleased.

Before he can ask Lance what has him to happy, Allura strides into the room, straight to her place at the head of the table, and starts the briefing immediately.

“Alright, everyone. This briefing is going to be about a new mission we’ve just received. We’re expected to make an extended appearance at the Ghuwa System’s ball.”

Lance’s hold tightens as soon as Allura finishes her sentence, and suddenly his ‘magically wonderful mood’ makes perfect sense.

Oh, that motherfucker.

“You are a snake,” he hisses to Lance, who smirks and does not look at him.

“Shut up and pay attention,” he whispers back.

Keith does, but barely, busy fuming at Lance for setting him up.

What a butthead.

Usually, when anything even remotely suggesting a ball or dance or gala or whatever the fuck leaves Allura’s mouth, Keith finds a way to get the hell out of the room. Whether it be subtly inducing an argument between Pidge and Hunk so he can slip away unnoticed, or straight-up just leaving, he finds a way to not be involved.

And, yeah. He knows it’s a little immature. But he fucking hates stupid dances, and he’s fucking right to hate them. For starters, they are a massive waste of time. They had a war to win. Why the fuck are they spending literally any time at all twirling around a dance floor, or whatever? Secondly, and admittedly more selfishly, is that Keith just didn’t… do dances. He doesn’t know how, and standing awkwardly on the sidelines makes him uncomfortable. It’s not like he’s serving any great purpose, either. In the early days of Voltron, he’d make his presence for twenty or so minutes, then informed Shiro he was going to the washroom and just never come back. And it wasn’t an issue! Treaties were always signed, alliances always went through, with or without his presence. It was literally, in every sense of the word, a massive waste of his time.

“Some of us,” Allura says, pointedly looking at the space just above Keith’s head, “have been… flaky, in the past, in regards to these missions. And because I am endlessly benevolent —”

Lance snorts, making Allura whip a pen at his head without looking, nailing him square in the forehead. A dark satisfaction rises up in Keith’s chest.

That’s what you get, you backstabber.

“Endlessly benevolent,” Allura repeats, “so I have let it slide. But that won’t work anymore. Some of you are the leader of Voltron, now, it would be in the best interest of this mysterious person or persons to show up to these missions without complaining.”

“How come I can’t complain?” Keith protests. “I should be allowed to complain a little!”

“Who says I’m talking about you?”

“How many other leaders of Voltron are you referencing?!”

Allura shrugs, heavy amusement in her eyes giving her away. “Who knows. Anyways. The ball is tomorrow night, you’re expected to dress formally and each of you will be expected to dance at least once.” This time, she looks pointedly in Pidge’s direction. “That also means that certain tiny geniuses cannot hide behind their tall engineer friend.”

Pidge huffs. “I do not hide behind Hunk.”

“You really do,” Hunk says apologetically. “Sorry, man.”

“If that’s all, Princess,” Lance says before Pidge can argue, “Keith and I have somewhere to be?”

Oh, shit.

“That’s right,” Allura says, smirking a little. “You’re free to go.”

Double oh, shit.

“Or you could just execute me,” Keith offers.

Allura, Pidge, and Hunk all snigger, while Lance rolls his eyes and yanks Keith to his feet.

“You are the most dramatic person on this ship,” he says, which coming from him is the equivalent of a whale telling a dolphin it should lose a few pounds.

“That’s a dollar in the ridiculously strange cowboy idiom jar,” Lance says, dragging him down a mess of hallways, and Keith scowls.

“My idioms are normal.”

“They’re really not, dude. The six hundred twenty-two dollars you currently to the jar prove otherwise.

“I do not owe six hundred fucking dollars to the jar!” Keith protests, and he knows he’s right when Lance smirks.

“Right. You owe six hundred twenty-two.”

“I’ll give you an idiom. How about you shove your lying tongue right up my —”

“We’re here,” Lance interrupts, visibly holding back laughter.

Jerk.

Huffing and generously deciding to drop it, Keith looks around. ‘Here’ seems to be — an atrium, of some sort?

“I know part of the reason these diplomatic missions freak you out is because they make you uncomfortable,” Lance says matter-of-factly. “I can’t fix that, but I might be able to help.”

“I hate the diplomatic missions because they’re a waste of time,” Keith argues.

Lance sighs, shoulders slumping, and suddenly all the stress is visible on his face, tense lines furrowing his brow and deepening his frown.

“Look, man. I know — I know it feels like we’ve gotta be fighting 24/7. But that’s not what war is. Not all of it, anyway.” Dark brown eyes lock onto Keith’s, tired and anxious. “Do you have any idea how fucking scary we are?”

Keith blinks. That’s… not at all what he was expecting.

“What?”

“Dude, imagine something for a second. Imagine there was this group of aliens on Earth. They each piloted their own insanely intricate and supernatural mecha-vehicle — sentient mecha-vehicle — and can combine to make a weapon of war equivalent to what is essentially and armoured tank that can shoot nuclear bombs. And each of these mechas is piloted by an alien with different, intense levels of strengths. One of them is a genius engineer, who can build anything out of scraps. One’s basically a walking supercomputer and can hack into anything with a code. One’s a shapeshifting, superstrength-having, royally-raised warrior. Another team member isn’t a pilot, but has the cultural information of basically every planet to ever trade in the universe. And one of their pilots is this unbelievably skilled prodigy who can out-manoeuvre any opponent to ever sit in an aircraft. Keith,” Lance holds his hands up, exhausted and exasperated. “Keith, can’t you see the fucking power we hold? I think we take it for granted. We are the only thing that can stand against Zarkon’s Empire. Just Voltron. That’s it. Dude, people are terrified of us. Don’t you see?”

“You missed one,” Keith says quietly, which is really kind of off-topic but the only thing he can think to say.

“What?”

“A pilot. Hunk, Pidge, Allura, me. You even got Coran. You missed one.”

Lance’s face turns pained. “I didn’t mean — I didn’t mean to exclude Shiro. Fuck. I just meant currently. But you’re right — once we find him again, our other pilot is going to be the Champion. Who the fuck could stand a chance against the Champion?”

“No, Lance,” Keith says, voice a little urgent. “I mean, yeah, sure, of course Shiro’s powerful, but. I meant you. In your original lineup, you forgot to mention yourself.”

“Oh, sure.” Lance flaps a dismissive hand. “I can shoot, I can pilot, I’m a fucking paladin. Of course I’m up there.”

Keith shifts uncomfortably. There’s something…off, there, but Keith can’t pinpoint it. He’s not sure he’d be able to bring it up, even if he could.

(But there’s something there in the way Lance doesn’t count himself among the rest of them.)

“But you get what I’m saying, right?” Lance continues. “We’re scary as shit. Sure, we say we’re fighting Zarkon, but how the hell are civilians supposed to trust us?”

“I mean, we very much do fight Zarkon. We’re not just saying that. They should be able to trust our actions, if not our words — we do fight him.”

“For what purpose?” Lance counters. “Most of these people have either been brutally colonized and been victims of genocide, or have been under that threat. They’ve spent the last ten thousand years — think about that for a goddamn second, some of these planets have been enslaved by Zarkon for longer that humans have had widespread civilizations — with the only truth that powerful people use power to hurt people. Why the hell would they assume that we want to do anything but take Zarkon’s place? Why would they assume that we want to stop him for any reason other than to make our own empire? I mean, look at any human war! Do you know who it was to overthrow Stalin?”

“Hitler,” Keith says quietly.

“Exactly. And millions of people rejoiced when he did, only to be blindsided by his real reason for overthrowing Stalin’s empire. You can’t blame people for wanting to — for lack of a better word — humanize us, Keith. They’re terrified, and they desperately want to trust us, but they have no reason to.”

Keith lets that sit in the air between them for a moment, because holy shit.

“I never thought of it that way,” he admits.

Lance smiles, but there’s no joy behind it. “I know. That’s why I explained it. I’m not mad at you, man. None of us are. Hell, I had to explain this exact thing to Pidge a couple months ago. It’s hard to conceptualize how anyone else might be thinking of us.”

“Not for you, though. You had no issue figuring this out on your own.”

“Eh. My mother is a history professor. I’m familiar with the facets of war. I had a leg up on you.”

“Still.”

“Seriously, Keith, it’s fine. I didn’t come here to make you all guilty, or whatever. I know you’re going to take this seriously. I trust you. I came here to teach you how to dance.”

It’s such an abrupt subject change that it take Keith a second and a half to process it.

“Wait — really?”

Lance hums in affirmation, stepping over to the side to fiddle with some sort of device. “Yep. I figured half the reason you hate these things so much is because you don’t know how to have fun at them.”

“That’s because there’s no way to have fun at them,” Keith says stubbornly. “I’ll take them seriously —” because there’s no way he can not, now, not with that startling perspective Lance put in his head — “but that’s it. I’ll show up and not glare at people. Boom! Now I’m not scary.”

“Not gonna cut it, batboy,” Lance says, amused. “You’re the leader of Voltron, now. People are expecting you to lead us. Part of that is leading by example. Ergo — you’re expected to dance.”

“Well, then, the only thing this mission is going to accomplish is to make this planet lose all faith in us, because I will not be the shining example of elegance!”

“That’s why I’m teaching you,” Lance says easily, apparently very used to Keith’s freak-outs.

Which. Is kind of a nice feeling, if Keith’s being honest.

“How the hell are you going to teach me how to dance enough for me to not look like a fool?”

Lance pauses his fiddling to look at Keith firmly. “Keith. Chill out a goddamn second. Take a deep breath.”

Keith does.

“Good. Now, listen to me. I am not going to attempt to teach you every dance known to man and beyond in the next couple of hours, okay? I’m just going to teach you to waltz. It’s easy, it’s a staple at every ball we’ve been to, and it’s genuinely kind of hard to fuck up. Plus, if I can just get this damn thing working —“ Lance glares at the device, hands on his hips and eyes crossed in frustration — “this song in particular actually has the dance instructions in the lyrics.”

Keith blinks. There’s only one song Keith can think of with waltzing instructions in the lyrics. But that would be ridiculous.

Is he —?

No.

No way.

Right?

“Aha!”

Lance grins as steady hi-hats begin to sound out of hidden speakers, along with a simple guitar melody.

Holy shit. He is.

“Are you seriously going to teach me to waltz using a song from High School Musical 3?”

“Are you seriously able to recognize this song after three notes?” Lance shoots back immediately.

And, well.

Keith — 1124. Lance — 1345.

(Keith’s been having something of a rough couple weeks. He’ll catch up. Probably.)

“Touché,” he says eventually, and Lance laughs as he walks over to Keith, humming along to the music.

“Take my hand,” he sings, along with Vanessa Hudgens.

“Are we seriously doing this.”

“Take a breath,” Lance sings louder, and Keith huffs before conceding. His dance lessons will be accompanied by one exclusive serenade by Lance McClain, apparently.

That’s…fine. His heart can definitely handle that.

“Pull me close, and take one step.”

Keith bites his lip and does as Lance instructs, and — oh, God. He lied to himself. His heart can most definitely not handle that.

He hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels, even though he knows it is.

“Wait, am I leading?” Keith asks, because that seems… odd, even though he definitely is.

Lance doesn’t answer, but does carefully untangle one of his hands, and then raises it to Keith’s face, gently tilting it up to face his.

“Keep your eyes locked on mine,” he sings, quieter than before, “and let the music be your guide.”

Keith goes mute, any and all questions dying in his throat, as he looks into Lance’s face and feels his heart pounding relentlessly in his chest.

As the song crests into a duet, less of a dancing instruction and more clearly a love song, Lance fades into humming, keeping his hold onto Keith and occasionally correcting his stance as Keith twirls then around in wide circles.

“You’re doing great,” Lance says softly. “See? Not so hard.”

Not physically, sure.

But emotionally?

“Surprised I haven’t lead you straight into a wall,” Keith manages to choke out, and Lance smiles.

“Leading’s actually easier than following, when you waltz,” he whispers, like it’s a secret, something only Keith can hear. “See, cause I’m doing everything you’re doing, but backwards.”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

“Here, let’s step it up.”

Keith’s not sure if he’ll be able to handle that, honestly, but he can barely even keep his breath even, so he can’t bring himself to focus hard enough to protest.

“Okay, so you’ve got on hand in my waist and one hand in mine, right?”

Oh, believe me, Lance, Keith thinks hysterically, I know.

“On the next downbeat, you’re going to lift the hand in mine above our heads and let go of my waist, okay?”

Lance barely gives him time to nod before the downbeat hits and Lance twirls neatly under their raised arms.

“Okay, now you can put your hand back on my waist. Easy, see? But it looks real fancy for everyone else.”

Keith’s skin burns through his shirt when Lance’s hand comes back to rest on his shoulder. He wonders if his hand burns Lance’s waist just as fiercely.

“God, Keith, you’re killing it! You’re a natural. Makes sense, seeing how easily you fight. Fighting and dancing are cousins.”

Lance smiles so brightly, looking at Keith with so much pride and — and affection, in his eyes, and Keith can barely understand what compels him to do it but he can no more stop it than he can stop his heart from beating, his lungs from filling; when the song swells, Troy and Gabriella’s voices twirling together in passionate harmony, Keith dips Lance.

Just. Leans forward and drapes Lance over his arm.

Lance’s lips part in shock, and he stares up at Keith, stunned but — trusting.

Keith swallows roughly. He should — he should pull Lance back up. Keep dancing. A dip would make sense, would be explainable. They’re waltzing, after all. But the longer Keith holds the position, the less he can explain himself.

He can’t bring himself to pull away.

“Keith?” Lance asks, but he doesn’t sound confused. He doesn’t sound like he’s asking Keith what he’s doing. More like — more like asking permission.

“Yeah, Lance,” Keith whispers.

Granting it.

Lance sighs, and his eyes close, and — “Don’t drop me, Red,” —then he’s tilting his head up and pressing his lips to Keith’s.

Keith tightens his hold around Lance’s waist, pressing back just as gently.

“Never.”