#but then PRACTICALLY comes in and is like. hm. nah.

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crossed wires - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: You broke a rule, so Eddie and Volt take new measures to keep you in place.

⋆wc: 5.5k

⋆cw: m/m/afab threesome, dom/sub dynamics, erotic electrostimulation, cum eating, cum as lube, shibari (with wires, do not do that irl)

⋆notes: reader insert uses g/n pronouns and is not described with feminine attributes. AFAB genitalia, terms used include hole, entrance, cunt and clit. e/v masterlist.

⋆snippet:

It’s your own fault, really.

It’s for your own good, you think, despite how sorry you are, as Eddie masterfully weaves the wires around your arms, across your back, keeping your shoulder blades almost pressed together. You can feel the woven braids of the wires making marks into your skin, circling your forearms, your elbows, your biceps, immobilizing you more and more with every inch they climb. They’re warm, practically humming, and you wonder if Eddie is charging them somehow, consciously or not.

crossed wires

It’s your own fault, really. 

It’s for your own good, you think, despite how sorry you are, as Eddie masterfully weaves the wires around your arms, across your back, keeping your shoulder blades almost pressed together. You can feel the woven braids of the wires making marks into your skin, circling your forearms, your elbows, your biceps, immobilizing you more and more with every inch they climb. They’re warm, practically humming, and you wonder if Eddie is charging them somehow, consciously or not.

Your face (your poor, sorry face, they’d called it) rests in Volt’s hands, his silver thumbs stroking your cheeks, and his lightning eyes keeping your gaze locked on. That was the other thing, too, you aren’t allowed to look away unless told, and Volt is enforcing that part.

“You’re doing so beautifully, little wire. So beautifully.” You know, despite the honey-sweet words, the tone of that voice. Volt is hungry, he’s famished, and he’s barely holding back. You imagine that, if Eddie wasn’t there, or if the circumstances of your situation were different, nothing would stop him from taking you that very moment. He licks his lips, and gives your cheek a little pinch, a little zap. “I can’t wait to see the marks on your skin when the wires come off. I’ll kiss every single one.”

Eddie scoffs. “And who says,” you feel him finish another knot, “we’re even going to take them off?” 

Normally, you might give a little retort to that, a small challenge. But that is certainly not the case tonight. 

“Nah,” he continues, his fingers grazing your biceps as he makes another loop, “I’m honestly not sure if they deserve that.”

You whimper, you can’t help it, though you know it’ll get you nowhere with them, and you press your folded legs together as tight as you can.

“Hm,” Volt muses, and you know he can see how you want to plead, beg, though it will fall on flat ears. You haven’t been gagged simply on the condition that you do not argue. So, you don’t. Volt smiles. “I suppose we’ll have to see how they fair tonight, then.”

You feel Eddie’s weight leave the mattress, hear him step onto the floor by the edge of the bed, and his hands run down your arms, your sensitive skin, and over the wiring that he wound to his touch. He makes a small sound, a hum, and says, “that should do.”

For the first time in minutes, Volt’s eyes dart away from your own, and he looks behind you to where Eddie stands, grinning like a cat. “Satisfied, then?”

Again, Eddie scoffs, and his voice is strained with barely suppressed frustration when he says, “I’ll be satisfied when I know they’re not going to be so careless when we aren’t around. Or at all. But,” he sighs, “this’ll work for now. Make fists for me.” You do, easily, and he makes a sound of approval.

Volt turns back to you, bright eyes practically flashing. “That’s what the lesson is for, right, live wire?”

You swallow, and nod. “Yes, Volt. And I’m sorry, Eddie, I am.”

Eddie doesn’t respond, just huffs a small breath. Volt makes a small pout, but his eyes glitter with devilry. “Oh, darling, we know you are.” Gently, he cups your chin, plants a small kiss to your forehead that sends tingles across your face. “But we have to keep you safe, don’t we?”

You nod. They do. You know they do.

“Good. Now,” Volt moves to stand, and slips off the bed to join Eddie, unseen behind your back. “Let’s have a look at what Eddie’s made for you.”

They’re out of your sight now, and you’re untouched for the first time in… you’re not even sure. You can feel both a white hot and a steel gaze roaming over your arms, your back, and your shiver at the charged air in the room.

“My, Eddie,” Volt sighs, his rich voice sending shockwaves straight to your clit, “absolutely stunning. Gorgeous, my darling.”

You hear Eddie hum, and then, the smack of lips, the wet slide of tongues, and little moans. God, you wish you could see - you can just imagine it, how Volt is probably holding Eddie’s neck, Eddie’s hands on Volt’s chest, melting together like they always do.

It stops a moment later, and Eddie’s voice is less rigid, less harsh, when he speaks again. “We should get going. We’re already late.”

Get going?

You turn your head only a little as you hear them round the bed, moving towards the door. It’s the first time you’ve seen Eddie’s face since he started working on the wires, and it’s no less gruff, his titanium eyes still filled with concern. He stops in front of you, crosses his arms, and you notice how his fingers dig into his biceps. 

“We have to go to work,” he says. “And you are going to stay here until we’re done.”

Oh. 

Oh.

Volt must notice your eyes grow wide, how your mouth falls open only a hair, and adds, “One of us will check on you every half hour.”

“You are not to leave the bed.” Eddie’s tone leaves no room for argument. “I’ve been fucking gracious enough to leave your legs free, but do not abuse that. Or that will immediately change.”

When had they even discussed this?

“You can, of course, use your safe word at any check in.” Volt cocks an eyebrow. “Unless, you need to use it now. Do you, darling?”

You shake your head, shoving “fuse” to the back of your mind. You wanted this, needed this, despite how your heart was pounding at the prospect of being alone.

“Aloud, darling.”

“No, Volt.”

“Very good.” Volt turns, grabbing his coat, and shrugs it over his shoulders. “You’re going to do so well, darling, I know you are. You can show us that, can’t you?”

“I can, Volt,” you say, nodding again, and you turn to Eddie, his grey eyes boring into yours, and ask in your sweetest voice, “May I see them too?”

Eddie’s breath hitches, clearly not expecting such a question, and almost imperceptibly, his gaze softens the slightest bit. He’s quiet for a moment, thinking, before saying, with a carefully chosen tone, “I… will show you when we get back. I’ll figure something out with the mirrors.” He raises a finger, and his brows as well. “If. If you’re good while we’re gone.”

You nod, agreeing, of course agreeing. Eddie makes art with his wires, but it’s a rare treat when he does something so intricate as what he seems to have made on your arms. Mostly, he uses them to tie you or Volt to the headboard, or to keep your wrists together while they take turns with your mouth. Once, you watched him bind Volt’s legs together, his hands working the wires with such a natural ease it was almost like they were part of him. Maybe they were, you weren’t really sure, but he controlled them like nothing you’d ever seen before. And not knowing what he’s created on your arms is making you ache.

Volt’s hand goes to touch on Eddie’s arm, a silent message shared between them, and Eddie sighs again. He steps forward, placing his hands on the mattress in front of you, and bringing his face only inches from yours. The concern is still etched all over him, but you see, deep in his eyes, the love that is at its heart. 

“Spark,” he almost whispers, and it catches you off guard after such steel from him, “you did very, very good for me. For us. And you’re going to keep being good, right? You’re going to listen to me?”

“Yes. Yes, Eddie. I am.” You mean it, with every breath.

“Good.” He brings a hand up, finds your cheek, and his touch is electric, warming your skin, as he meets your lips for a kiss that sends a shiver down your spine.

When he parts, he rejoins Volt, slipping on his vest, as nonchalant as ever.

Volt is adjusting his cuffs when he asks, “Do you have a preference of who should check on you first?”

“No, Volt.”

“Alright.” He opens their bedroom door, finds the small of Eddie’s back with his hand, guiding him out. “We’ll be back in a tick. Be good, live wire.”

The door closes behind them, and it’s like you can finally exhale. You settle your weight on your legs, getting as comfortable as you can, and prepare to wait.

This really, honestly, had started innocently enough.

When you’d come to the Breaker Box this afternoon, you’d found it quiet, eerily so - no shuffling in the back room, no conversations across the bar. It was surprising, you thought, even though it was closed, and decided to investigate. 

When you climbed the stairs, poked your head into the boys’ bedroom door, your heart just danced with love. They were napping, arm in arm, Volt’s hair a mess of sparks across the pillow, Eddie’s coils sprawled across Volt’s chest. They looked so soft, so peaceful - god, you loved them so much, it felt like a current that ran through your veins and straight to your heart. 

You, of course, did not want to disturb such a charming sight, so you closed the door again and made your way to the backroom, the office, whatever it was, where Eddie kept the weekly to-do lists. You were here, you had nothing else planned, so you might as well earn your keep around the club.

You did some sweeping, some table wipedowns, a little stock check on the bottles. You noticed, though, that one of the backlights above the bottles of the very top shelf had gone out - that was one Volt’s biggest pet peeves, the shelves not looking sharp. It was a simple fix to avoid his annoyance, you thought.

But… 

But, Eddie hated when you were on a ladder without them around. Just because a stupid floorboard made you fall, one time, now he always wanted to make sure you’re “not so careless” again. It was a safety issue, he’d said, and they just wanted to protect you.

You sighed, and thought of a moment, before deciding that, if you were quick, it wouldn’t be an issue. Neither of them would be the wiser.

That was easy enough to believe, as you retrieved the ladder, set it up, gave it a jiggle to make sure it was steady, and ascended with a new bulb. It was a little more complicated, however, trying to maneuver around the bottles and loosen the dead bulb atop the glass shelf. Even more complicated to reach even further than your arms really could to fully screw in the new one. You could hardly get it to stay, but it just wouldn’t twist, so you shifted your weight the ladder, giving your body one more push and -

The ladder wiggled, and your elbow whacked into a bottle.

Which knocked into another bottle, and another, and all three fell at once, crashing to the bar beneath you.

You could only stare at the carnage, the amber liquid seeping off the wood, the glass shards scattered across the floor, because you knew, you had well and truly fucked up.

Faster than lightning, they were there, half dressed, breathing fast, and sparks crackling in Volt’s hands.

“Live wire?” Volt said first, his white eyes wide at the sight before them, and the sparks dissipated. His cheeks were almost blue - his skin tended to do that when he was angry. “What -”

“I’m sorry!” This was your mess, there was no use denying it, and you started to step down the ladder. “I was trying to change a bulb, and -”

“Spark, stop.” Eddie said, his tone harsh, clipped. “Let us get on some shoes, and we’ll get you down.”

“It’s fine, Eddie, I can step around -”

“I said stop.” His eyebrows quirked up, like a challenge. “You’re not stepping on glass, alright?”

So you did. They quickly found their boots, and Volt was the one who picked you up off the ladder and hoisted you to sit on the bar. Eddie came back with a pair of brooms, and let them rest against the bar as he came over to join you.

“Darling, what happened?” Volt asked, tipping your chin up to meet your eyes, and you felt tears start to prickle. “We didn’t even know you were here. We thought -”

“I know. I know, but you two were napping, and I just wanted to help! I -” 

Volt shushed you, softly, calming how quickly your words were tumbling out. “It’s alright, it’s alright, darling.” He picked up your hands, inspected them for cuts. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, inhaled a steady breath. “No, I’m okay. I just knocked the bottles over, they didn’t hit me.”

“Good. Good,” Volt said, relieved, and he turned his head to Eddie, casting him a look you couldn't quite make out.

You finally turned your own gaze to meet his steel eyes, and nearly gasped at how he was looking at you. His glare was harsh, concerned, maybe even... disappointed? 

His voice was low, brisk, when he spoke. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

You knew it was coming, but it still stung. “I’m sorry, Eddie, I -”

“What if you had fallen into the shelves?” He gripped the wood of the bar, his knuckles white. “Fallen through the fucking glass? Or tripped, and hit your head on the bar coming down? We were right upstairs, and yet you -” he set his jaw, took in a breath. “You have to be careful. You have to let us help you.”

You nodded, and felt a tear slip down your cheek. “I know. I do,” you said through a shaky breath, and you were vaguely aware of Volt’s hand on your thigh. “I did it knowing I shouldn’t have, I know you hate it, and I’m sorry.” You turned your eyes back to Volt, whose eyes were a bit more sympathetic. “I just wanted to help.”

Volt and Eddie glanced at each other, one of their silent conversations occurring over a split second, and Eddie ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “We know, darling,” Volt said, turning back to you and squeezing your thigh. “But that doesn’t mean you can disregard your safety for something so unimportant as a lightbulb.”

Another tear fell down your cheek, and you bit your bottom lip when you nodded. “I fucked up. I’m sorry, Eddie, Volt, I am.”

Volt took your hands in his, the smallest sparks under your skin blooming at his touch. “The important thing is that you’re alright. I’m going to take you upstairs, make sure nothing is going unseen. Eddie will clean up here and join us in a bit.”

You knew what that probably meant. You quickly glanced at Eddie, and asked, quietly, “Am I going to be punished?”

Eddie’s brows shot up, and he made a sound like a laugh caught in his throat. “Don’t you think you need to be?”

Your hands shook as a shiver ran down your spine, your arms, your thighs. You had disobeyed a rule, tried to quietly get around them while they slept, while you knew it was wrong. “I do,” you admitted, and held tight to Volt’s hands.

Eddie nodded, his lips tight. “Good.” He cocked his head towards the stairs, muttering to Volt as he grabbed a broom, “Take them up, then.”

A knock at the door brings you out of your thoughts, and you blink to see Volt step into the bedroom, his gaze soft, adoring, as he settles next to you. 

“Our darling,” he soothes, running a hand across your cheek. “How are you feeling?”

You breathe in, taking stock of the feelings in your body. A dull ache in your shoulders, some tingles in your feet from your whole weight pressing atop them. “I’m okay,” you say, exhaling. “I feel okay.”

“Good. How about some water, hm?” He stands, bringing a glass from the bedside table and settling it to your lips. You tip your chin up, open your lips to accept it, and take two hearty gulps before he removes the glass. He swipes a thumb over the corner of your lips to remove an errant drop. “Very good, darling.”

You study him, his stance casual, a deep contrast to Eddie’s rigidity in his anger. To Volt, it seems like it might just be any other night.

Cautiously, you ask, “Are you mad at me too?”

Volt’s brows furrow, and his eyes flash with something curious, maybe even sad. He joins you again on the bed with a sigh. “Neither Eddie nor I are mad at you, spark. We’re disappointed that you knowingly went behind our backs to do something dangerous, when we only want to protect you. Eddie, especially, because he’s had to catch you before, and wasn’t able to this time. ”

You know in your heart that’s all true, and if you had the option to go back and make a different choice, you would. But now, you know you need to sit with the actions you took.

Volt continues, “I know our Eddie isn’t the most… articulate man in this house.” He smiles sweetly, his eyes full of love. “But you know how hard he would fight for you, for me, for us, if it meant keeping us safe, don’t you?”

You nod, because you do - you knew from the moment you found the two of them in the backroom, struggling to combat the faulty wire, that they would do anything for each other. And now, for you, too.

Volt kisses your cheek, rests his forehead against yours. “You really are doing beautifully, darling. Eddie will be up soon, alright?” 

You say your goodbyes, and he slips down the stairs again, blowing you a kiss as he shuts the door.

You make a move to readjust your legs, bringing them in front of you criss-crossed, and wait.

You focus on the music that hums through the floor, thinking it sounds like Keyes - sultry, winding notes that soothe your thoughts. There’s applause every few minutes, and mumblings that you know must be Volt at the microphone. The unmistakable sound of Johnny starts, and you crack a smile, knowing what Volt’s face must look like.

The door opening again snaps you out of the music, and Eddie steps in, steel eyes immediately focusing on your face.

Your heart rate ticks a beat faster as he rounds the bed in slow, careful steps, eyeing you even as he steps out of sight and inspects your bound arms. You gasp when his hand grazes your shoulder above the wires, testing the tension. 

“Make fists for me,” he says, voice calm, but you can tell that something else is bubbling under the surface. You do, and wiggle your fingers, and he hums his approval. “Good. How do your arms feel, any numbness?”

“No, no Eddie,” you say, but your mouth is suddenly dry. Why are you so worried? You’re being good, you’ve barely moved, you’re not speaking unless spoken to. You’re doing everything right. “They feel perfect.”

He comes back into your view, and he sighs when he sits down. His eyes flit across your face, search your eyes, as he asks, “Why didn’t you wake us up to help you?”

Because you’re stubborn, and you’re still not used to being told what to do. You’ve climbed plenty of ladders, changed plenty of lightbulbs, you could do it. But it’s more than that, you think, and you shake your head as you say, “I didn’t want to bother you. I could do it, and I didn’t want to be a bother.”

Eddie’s brows are scrunched together, his eyes reflecting something like hurt, and it surprises you when his hands come to rest around your neck. “Live wire,” he holds you tightly, making sure your eyes don’t leave his, “you are not a fucking bother. You are ours. You are the fucking current that flows inside us, what keeps us powered - you are as much a part of me as Volt.” You know he sees the tears that brim at the edge of your eyes, but he persists. “And I cannot fucking stand the idea of you getting hurt. Do you understand that?”

You nod, knocking a tear loose, and a lump forms in your throat. “I do, E-Eddie.”

“Then I never want to hear you say, even think, that you could ever be a bother to us, ever.” Eddie’s eyes are dark, titanium and strong, and you know he doesn’t want to repeat himself down the line.

You know it’s easier said than done, but you know you’ll try. Because you know they love you, want ever part of you, and they’d do anything you ever asked of them. So, you’ll try.

You swallow down the lump, and whisper, “I’ll try, I promise I will.”

Eddie’s face relaxes, and he brings his lips to yours, kissing you reverently, deeply, and you know he believes you. That’s all you can ask for.

He pulls away, and whispers into your lips, “I love you, live wire.”

“I love you, Eddie.”

You sit together, quietly, before applause through the floorboards brings him back to attention.

“Do you need anything before I go?” he asks, and when you shake your head, he sighs in relief. “Alright. Volt will be up soon. It’s quiet tonight, so we’ll wrap up as quick as we can, okay?”

When he leaves, your heart feels lighter than it has since you ascended the ladder, and instead of anxious expectation at the door opening again, you’re excited, knowing that they’ll be back, here, together, so soon.

Volt does come, not long after, and gives you another sip of water and a kiss to the head. “Luke and Cam are the only ones left,” he tells you, “Eddie’s given them a last call, but they’ll be gone soon.” He smiles, that same excitement in your heart mirrored on his lips. “And then you can see what Eddie’s made for you, alright?”

Your body hums in anticipation when he shuts the door behind him. You try to imagine what the wires that bind you look like, if it’s reminiscent of the winging knots that adorned Volt’s legs once, or if it’s like a ladder that climbs from your wrists to your shoulders. You give your arms a small tug, testing the design, but it doesn’t yield much information, just makes your skin hum from the face that you’ve been immobilized by someone you love, someone you trust. You sigh, and close your eyes, and wait.

You hear them on the stairs after minutes of silence downstairs, and your breath hitches. Volt comes in first, Edie behind him. They’ve already shed their coats, their vests, and they both toss them on a nearby table before stopping at the end of the bed. They’re quiet, studying you, Volt’s hands in his pockets and Eddie’s arms crossed. Both of them are more relaxed, less stiff, than when they left, and your heart sighs in relief at that.

Eddie clears his throat, and he raises a brow. “Would you like to see them?”

“Yes,” you nearly moan, and you sit up, chest bright. “Please, Eddie, can I?”

“Yes, you can. Volt, grab your hand mirror, yeah?” he says, and there’s a small spark of amusement in his eyes as he comes to your side. “Uncross your legs, I’ll help you up, alright?” And he does, holding your arms when you find yourself unsteady on your legs, gone unused for hours, and leads you to their bathroom vanity, turning you just so. Volt appears, hands Eddie a small black mirror, and he brings it in front of your eye, fiddling with the angle until, finally, you can see them.

It’s not a ladder that climbs up your back, but diamonds, smaller at the bottom that grow in sizes as they ascend, beautiful knots connecting them to the binds on your arms. He used red wire, you notice, and you’ve never really realized how gorgeous the color looks against your skin. It’s intricately, lovingly created, and it makes your heart swell.

“Eddie,” you breathe, your voice quiet, awed, “Volt’s right, it’s stunning.” You can’t take your eyes off them, but a small part of your brain is imagining what the marks will look like when the wires are removed, how their lips will feel on the raw skin. You look at Eddie, his eyes brimming with pride, and smile. “Thank you. Thank you, Eddie.” You glance at Volt, leaning against the door frame, find his gaze full of devotion. “Thank you both, for taking care of me, for keeping me safe. I love you, I love you both so much.”

They’re on you in a flash, their hands stroking your face, your arms, lips pressed to your neck, ears, lips. It’s overwhelming, it’s unbearable, it’s exactly what you need.

You’re back to sitting on the bed, Volt at your side, kissing your neck, and Eddie holding your face as he stands in front of you. “You’ve been very good for us, spark. Taking your punishment in stride, and I’m really proud of you. So, I’m giving you a choice. Do you want me to take the wires off, or, do you want us to take you with them on?”

Sweet amp, how lucky you were.

“On,” you say without a moment’s hesitation. “Please.”

Eddie’s eyes darken, and the corner of his mouth turns up. Volt chuckles against your neck, and you feel his teeth graze your skin. “Well,” you hear him say, his mouth dragging up to your ear. “Just because you said please.”

Volt wraps an arm around you, drags you up to the pillows, and he leans back on them, opening his legs to slot you between them, pressing your bound back to his chest. His electric hands run up your naked torso, stopping to pinch your nipples, and he revels at your gasp. Eddie climbs between you and places his hands on your thighs, spreading them open, and your hiss as the cold air hits your clit.

“Hold still,” he says, the concerned tone in his voice gone, replaced with wanton need. Volt hoists you up more, off the bed, and you watch Eddie’s hand disappear beneath you, and you feel his fingers graze your skin as he undoes Volt’s zipper and drags the fabric down. Volt’s cock springs out, smacks the skin of your ass, and you whimper, your hole clenching involuntarily. 

Eddie stares at where you and Volt’s bodies touch as Volt adjusts his hips, his cock coming to rest at your waiting cunt, and Eddie licks his lips. He runs his hands across the insides of your thighs, and you fight the tremor the touch wants to elicit, and then, gingerly, he finds your folds, opens you up to find your clit, sensitive, needy.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans, and when he runs your thumb over your clit, you want to buck your hips into him, but you can’t - you’re too bound. You are completely, devastatingly, at their mercy. He teases your entrance, and curses again at how wet you already are, and he wraps a hand around Volt, guiding him inside you.

Your mouth falls open, and you cry out - maybe their names, maybe a curse, you’re not sure - and Volt’s tongue is on your neck, his hands sending zaps to your nipples. The pace Eddie sets is torturously slow, but his thumb circles your clit at every centimeter of length he adds, and already you’re not sure how long you’re going to last. When finally, finally, he bottoms out, you try to arch you back, but again, you simply can’t.

Volt groans in your ear, gives a tentative rock of his hips and makes you moan. “Mmm, little spark, I quite like you like this.” His voice is mean, teasing, and you feel it ghost across your skin. He rocks again, harder, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “Perfectly wrapped up for us to use.”

Something warm finds your clit at the next thrust, and your eyes fly open, only to find Eddie between your legs, his mouth enveloping your folds like a man starved. 

You think, as your body shakes, you’d be more than happy to die like this.

The fullness of Volt’s brutal pace inside you and Eddie’s languid tongue are making your brain short circuit, overwhelmed by the warmth, the stretch, the way the spring inside you is coiling tighter with every passing second. Eddie hums into you, and every few moments, you hear Volt hiss in your ear, and you guess that a flick of Eddie’s tongue found his cock as it pulled out of you.

It’s too much, it’s all you ever wanted, it’s overpowering, it’s -

You cry out, unable to stop the power of your orgasm and it surges up unexpectedly, a wave of pleasure that makes your legs shake and your throat raw. Warmth floods your body, from your bound fingers to your toes, and you barely register that Volt has followed you over the edge, filling your cunt with his release with a bite to your neck.

A moment later, he slips out of you, and you feel tears start to form when Eddie’s tongue dips further down, slow over your hole, and he licks up what drips out of you like he was made for you.

Eventually, you hear his voice again, and through blurred eyes, you make out his face by your thighs. “Now,” he says, and you think he sounds hungry, but how can that be right, when he’s just eaten away at all your resolve? “I’ll ask again, do you want to keep them on?”

You nod, but a zap to your neck makes you focus on Volt’s haggard voice in your ear. “Aloud.”

“Y-yes. On.” The effort to speak is heavy, and you can barely keep your eyes open. “Please.”

Eddie needs no further permission, and you hear fabric rustle, feel hands on your thighs, and then, once again, you’re being filled, and it’s warm and full and perfect.

Eddie’s cock slides in with quick ease, aided by Volt’s cum still inside you, and you clench around him as he thrusts, each time deeper than the last, and, not for the first time, you wonder if he’ll split your body in two with his power.

Volt’s hands are around your neck, and you revel in it, being pinned to them, letting them use you, hold you, fill you. It’s here, between them, that you feel most complete, like finally, the puzzle pieces of your life slot together.

The hours of knowing you were waiting, helplessly, mercilessly, on their bed, means that Eddie knows he’s not going to last long, so he savors every moan, every breath that falls from your lips as he rocks inside you. You feel perfect, like you were made just for them, almost as if he made you himself. 

All too soon, he feels his climax build, and his fingers dig into your thighs, maybe harder than he intends. You pay it no mind, the pain a sickening sweet addition to the buzz of your body, and your heart nearly combusts when you hear Eddie’s groan, feel his cum inside you mixing with Volt’s, and you are liquid, bodiless, as he pulls himself out of you.

The next thing you’re aware of, when you blink your eyes open, is you on your stomach, your body heavy, and deft hands tugging at the wires on your arms. You find, for the first time in hours, that you can move your wrists, and you sigh, the relief of movement flooding your brain.

A honeyed voice makes a small hum above you, noticing your deep breath. “There they are.” Volt’s hand runs across your shoulder. “Our beautiful wire. We’re almost done, alright?”

You, in turn, also make a small hum, and close your eyes again. Slowly, the wires are removed, and your arms tingle as new blood rushes to fill them. You feel lips, a set on each arm, pepper kisses to the indentations, and after a few minutes, you’re being rolled onto your back, Volt and Eddie beaming down at you like you’ve just hung the moon.

“Fucks sake, whatever the hell we did to deserve you,” Eddie says as he pressing a kiss to the inside of your palm, “I’d do it a thousbad times over.”

You smile, or at least you think you smile, basking in the light of white and steel eyes. “I love you two.”

You sleep between them, floating off to electric and warm kisses to your arms, soft kisses, greedy kisses, and you know there isn’t any place you could be safer.

[waytootiredstudent]

How do I explain to my job that the short question they asked me that should've probably taken like an hour of research max is turning into a several weeks long research project that makes me question if I know the meaning of basic words. Asking for a friend.

[kthologue]

happy wife, happy life  — gojo satoru

synopsis. not fawning over his wife may prove to be harder than gojo thought.

contents. fluff, gojo is so whipped for his wife and everyone is tired (whats new), ooc gojo?

notes. this was pure self indulgence. i wanted to slander and coddle gojo all at once and this was it teehee :3

the first thing you hear when you stand up to leave the staff meeting is a wolf whistle.

“looking good,” satoru looks you up and down. you roll your eyes playfully, your husband’s behavior is not foreign to you. he taps your upper thigh, dangerously close to your butt as you take your leave. however, the others in the room don't take kindly to the action.

“highly inappropriate behavior gojo,” utahime mutters under her breath from across the table. beside her, nanami is giving your husband a hard stare. 

satoru pays no mind to them though, smiling up at you as you walk out of the room. you shake your head when he continuously blows a series of kisses. he ignores your rejection, opting to mouth crude comments instead.

the moment the door shuts, the strongest sorcerer immediately deflates, disinterested in whatever matters the rest had to discuss about. 

“i don’t know how she puts up with you,” utahime takes a long sip out of her cup of tea. beside her, shoko snorts.

“probably for his body.” shoko is not unfamiliar with satoru’s antics, having witnessed it since his rowdy school days. she applauds him for coming far with you, but it was still fun to tease him.

gojo crosses his arms, emitting a disgruntled sound. “and my golden personality?”

nanami sighs, “ieiri’s conclusion is most likely right.”

the limitless user wiggles his finger playfully. “nanamin, how scandalous of you to fantasize about my body! i’m a married man y’know~” 

nanami looks like he has eaten something sour. unlike you, nanami’s attitude towards gojo has not softened as the years passed.

“i’m surprised she’s still with you.” utahime snickers. “she’s a sensible woman and you’re–” 

satoru frowns at her statement.  he’d never thought about how you felt about his behavior. perhaps that was his fatal flaw. gojo satoru had a nasty streak of negligence. and the last time he failed to notice someone dear to him —   

“well i’m glad she ended up choosing me, yeah?” his frown is quickly covered up by the wide smirk on his face. he leans back on his chair that’s starting to feel less comfortable by the second. the chair creaks under the weight of his body. honestly, how old are these old wooden things? “as much as i’d like to keep chatting about my lovely wife, i’d like to get this meeting over with so i can see her again.”

the rest of the meeting ensues as usual.

“sensei has been weird… right?” itadori offers his hand after knocking megumi down during a sparring match. the black haired boy grunts as he is pulled up.

“if by weird, you mean normal.” megumi glances back at you and gojo who are watching intently at the first and second years practicing close combat on the training field. it was a bit peculiar to see satoru not throw himself all over you. gojo without pda is like a jigsaw puzzle missing its most essential piece, leaving the overall picture incomplete and lacking the electrifying energy that defines his existence. 

“i feel like i should be happy, but it’s unsettling to see him not initiating some misconduct. do you think they’re fighting?” nobara is panting on the grassy floor. she raises her hand in surrender when maki leaps in to take her head off with a spear.

maki retracts her blade, turning back to observe you and gojo, “nah, gojo would fold at her command.” 

“salmon.”

from across the training field, you turn to your husband nervously, “why are they staring at us?”

satoru hums, his blindfolded gaze focuses on the field in front of you, “hm, maybe they’re admiring their very beautiful [name] sensei.” the blindfolded man pauses. compliments should still be okay– right? satoru can’t imagine a life without lavishing you with love, yet he will content himself with gently sprinkling you with affection. 

you smack his shoulder playfully. to your surprise, your husband doesn’t reciprocate with some form of physical affection. you tilt your head, perplexed. 

quickly dismissing it, you yell at your students to continue their training.

you don’t notice the way satoru clenches his fists, keeping his eyes trained anywhere but you.

the next time satoru is tempted by your presence is when he comes back home after a mission. it was a walk in the park, but the heavy stack of paperwork that followed it had depleted his energy. all he wanted was to snuggle in bed with his wife, selfishly keeping you all to himself.

and you’re not making it easier to resist with the way you warmly greet him with a smile in nothing but a small cotton tee and those tiny pajama shorts. eyes up, eyes up, eyes up, satoru mentally chants.

he thinks he might actually die.

“toru!” you abandon the book you had been reading to pay your husband taxes (kisses that satoru demands he must have). “you’re home awfully late.”

“mission… paperwork,” his clipped response is mumbled as he hurries past you and to your shared bathroom, avoiding your touch. satoru silently prays to the heavens that you don’t notice his suspicious efforts as he makes his way to take a much needed ice cold shower.

you stand in your spot in confusion, letting your husband go. slowly, you start to connect the pieces of satoru’s strange behavior from his refusal to touch you to his sudden responsible disposition. gojo satoru never does paperwork– not unless you bribe him with a dozen kisses. speaking of kisses, you don’t even remember the last time he had demanded one. something was definitely wrong. 

without missing a beat, you quickly follow your lover’s trail into the bathroom.

to your delight, your husband had failed to lock the door. in the hush of your silence, you can hear the subtle rustle of satoru's garments.

his sky blue eyes go wide when he sees you walk through the door.

“toru… is there something wrong?” your voice is careful. 

the white haired man in front of you nervously laughs as he covers his bare chest, “geez, ask me out to dinner first.” 

“gojo satoru.”

your husband winces at his full name being used, but he puts on another mask. a faux smile plays on his lips as he shrugs. “i don’t know what you mean, gojo.” 

your heart drops at his insistence to shut you out, but you stand your ground. with sheer determination, you walk up to your husband, closing the gap between the two of you. you cup his cheek with a hand while you start to lean closer, your lips nearly brushing.

satoru shuts his eyes, inhaling a deep breath to regain composure. he even sucks in his lips, making him look utterly ridiculous. despite the dangerous allure of your proximity, he resolves to stand firm.

"you won’t even kiss me anymore! satoru, this is absurd. what's happening?" you distance yourself, seeking answers.

despite his towering stature, a snort escapes you as satoru resembles a mere child when mumbling something under his breath.

"come on, use your big boy words."

"i don't want to drive you away," he avoids making eye contact now that his blindfold is off. "i know i can be a bit overwhelming at times."

upon hearing his excuse, you snort loudly, “seriously?”

“seriously.”

“i can’t believe i married such an idiot.” you huff, wrapping your arms around his neck.

satoru pouts, “you’re breaking my heart wifey.”

your lips softly kiss the corner of his mouth. like it was muscle memory, satoru’s lips chase yours even after you pull away. you smile.

“for such a genius, you really are stupid ‘toru.” you flick his forehead. he whines and you know it didn’t hurt, yet you entertain him by leaning up to kiss his injury. “believe it or not, i married you for reasons beyond your pretty face and body.”

“you think i’m pretty?” his eyes shine bright as they lovingly gaze into yours. you take one hand to cup his cheek. he nuzzles his face into it.

“of course you’d say that.” you laugh softly. “but honestly, i’m offended that you thought i would ever be annoyed by your affections. might i remind you that we have been madly in love since our youth? i found myself captivated by your ability to love effortlessly, and the way you hopelessly pined for me for years? i knew i was a goner. that… and your bank accoun–”

satoru kisses you with an intensity that leaves you feeling blissfully lightheaded. lost in the haze of the moment, he showers the rest of your face with tender, wet kisses, and you stand there, surrendering to the sweet assault.

upon withdrawing, satoru wears a broad grin. "i was an idiot today, wasn't i?" you nod, breathless. "how about i make it up to you tonight?" he proposes, drawing you close. you are all too familiar with that feral grin adorning his face.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: NSFW, implied noncon, yandere, bondage, abuse, punishment, intense spanking/whipping-ish

♡ GN reader

“Please- plea- m’so- sorry-” you sob, voice cracking on its own blubbering. Chest full of panic—heaving for a fix but achieving little less than spurring even more hysteria.

“Haah…” he sighs. Casually fixing your bonds tighter around your wrists, hoisting them a little higher above your head until you were properly stretched up on your tippy-toes.

Shivering in just your undies in anxious wait of his anger.

Stroking your back while holding your belly in a steady hand, he thinks he’s never felt fear quite like it, but unfortunately, “Y’broke the rules, Sunshine… and now yer’ gettin’ punished.”

He unbuckles his belt. Your eardrums burn at the crisp sound, so much spiked blood rushing about, making you go dizzy. 

You think you might pass out.

“What did I say the rules were, hm? ‘You remember ‘em?” he mumbles in a steady tone, speaking awfully softly with his lips pressed against your temple. Waiting for your answer.

You give a sob and a pitiful nod, and he hums in return, rubbing calm circles into your shivering, goose-fleshed skin.

“Recite them for me,” he requests, nose rubbing your hairline as you shiver from his touch.

Voice unsteady, filtered through tears and a hopeless sense of terror—chin tipped up, needing to gasp for breaths, “N-no fighting, no- no arguing, no run- running-”

“Mh…” he hums, taking in the scent of your shampoo with a sniff of your crown, placing a kiss there as though in kudos—or as a small mercy before getting started. “And you managed to do all three in one night. ‘You feel proud, hm? ‘You feel accomplished? Hm? Was it worth it?”

You whimper under the interrogation, feeling smaller and smaller by the second—so exposed where you are, practically hanging from the ceiling like dead meat. Stripped of everything that might’ve protected you—or that would have at least cushioned the coming onslaught of pain you knew to dread.

“Nah… it’s written all over your body. Goosebumps and cold sweat, shaking from tits to toes. You regret it, don’t you?” he murmured, winding his belt around his fist once, then twice, leaving a looped tail. “Mh, maybe you’ll think twice about it next time... or maybe you’ll finally learn your place.”

He finished with a soft bite to the chub of your cheek, then grabbed your chin just as gently, holding your face up to look at him as he sidestepped to your front. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stroked your jaw with his thumb—lips hovering just short of yours.

“I'm gonna hurt you, Sweetie,” he purred, stroking your asscheek with the cool leather in his grip—in such gross contrast to what you knew he planned on using it for. “I promised I would, and now I will…”

He kissed your lips then—slowly, sweetly, suffocatingly so as you cried—tasting your tears and doing a terrible job at withholding his grin as you felt it pull giddily at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, walking a circle around you like a shark.

“How many hits do you deserve?” he mused. “I guess one for each rule you broke is fair, but it seems a little scant…”

He stopped behind you, placing a chaste kiss on your arm before nuzzling around it.

“Should we say thirty?” he offered, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shaking your head furiously, prayers already coming out in splutters, “No- please-”

“No? Too many?” he pouted, not bothering to mask his glee now. “Okay, okay, calm down, baby. Breathe,” he soothed with no effort. “I think…”

There was a pause—a hum of thought as he wrapped his arms around your front and swayed you back against his chest in a hug.

“Ugh fuck, I'm no good makin’ rules on the fly…” he feigned—sinking his jaw into the grove of your armpit before cuddling the soft flesh with his chin-stubble.

He sucked his teeth in a further display of thought before releasing an exasperated sigh.

“I really didn’t think you’d break ‘em, y’know? I thought you’d be a good pet…”

You trembled, eyes looking down at the belt held between his big hands—whimpering at the sight of him simply playing with it—psyching you out like a true sadist.

“But you just had to disappoint me, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stop a sob.

“Had to be difficult… and now I gotta make difficult decisions…”

He slinked off you, leaving you to wobble—toes barely grazing the cold basement floor.

You try your best to prepare yourself for the next events, but the more you brace yourself, the more tense you get and the harder you cry, “Please- I’ll be good- promise- m’real- really sorry-” 

“I know, baby. I know~ I am, too,” he coos, kissing your spine while rubbing circles into your sides—feeling your ribs rattle with sniffles, struggling for air through your panic. “I wanna make sure we never have to be sorry again.”

He wraps an arm around the front of your hips, steadying you while stroking the loop of his belt over the plump of your cheeks—tentatively teasing the soft flesh with what was soon to come.

He licked his lips at the promise—already imagining the flawless flesh blooming with his marks.

“I think thirty is fair.”

“No- no please- please, don’t-” You thrash—but do so little more than in place.

“Don’t squirm,” he interrupts, his hand curling into your hip with blunt nails denting the fine skin, keeping you still, pushing your side snugly against his front—holding you intimately while gruffing out eerie murmurs still much too softly for what he was saying, “Remember, it’s another ten hits if you fight me and another ten if you argue.”

At least he doesn’t make you count....

You wouldn’t have been able to even under threat—too busy wailing.

Each hit like the lash of a whip, smacking you fast, one on top of the other. It’s enough to make you throw up after half of it—though it's mostly just water and acid.

He takes pity enough to allow you a small break. Wringing off his wife-beater and wiping your mouth with it—also brushing some of the sweat off your brow before kissing your forehead. 

“Halfway there, Sweetie- you’re doing so good~”  he whispered soothingly, holding your cheeks to pick your face up from hanging—looking into the hopeless look of your opium-blown eyes—so lost he didn’t know if you could even hear him.

He acts as though he’s sorry after, but the boner he’s got nudged against you doesn’t lie—desperately dry-humping your thigh for some sort of relief.

His breaths are tight and hot, puffed against your arm where he now mouths wet kisses. “Good-” he swallows thickly, brows tight-knit, voice thick with lust, “Good pet.”

You hadn’t noticed he was done. And the relief doesn’t register either. There isn’t much comfort in it to grasp, not with the pain still so numbingly intense that you can’t feel anything but the raw sting. 

He drops the belt to the floor and struggles his fly open, shoving the trousers down along with his boxers, stepping out of the heap in a rush—all the while sucking sloppy kisses on your shoulder and nape, mumbling praise, “Y’were so good- so good fo’me- gonna reward yah- my good fuckin’ baby- gonna make yah feel so fuckin’ good now-”

The flesh of your ass burns with welts and split skin, ugly marks already lining the once-pretty color with horrid shades of bruise-dark. Your throat’s ripped raw from all the wailing—only weeping harder when he takes your hips and sways you back to meet his fat erection.

He shamelessly rubs himself between your cheeks—frenzied with his mouth gaping, releasing a filthy shuddering moan while leering at the beautiful sight of his handiwork—feeling so proud he was blushing just from sheer sadistic enjoyment—even letting slip a breathy laugh now.

He hung his tongue out and let his drool drip onto the shaft, then placed another kiss between your shoulder blades. Gliding his tip down and, with the help of a hand, pushed it between your cheeks until it caught your entrance. 

A rugged groan blew hotly down your spine, and another cry was ripped from your chest as he sunk inside without a single spare second to waste.

He laid his face to rest against your back, nudging up inside you slowly with both arms wrapping around you like before—holding you snugly before he began the intimate pace, fucking only the deepest coziest parts of you.

“I love you, Sunshine- you’re mine- only one I give two shits about- rest can just fuck off for all I care- as long as I have you- right here… forever.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Sakusa, Miya twins, Iwaizumi ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Kunigami, Baro, Shido, Karasu, Aiku ♡ DS – Doma, Sanemi ♡ AOT – Zeke ♡ HxH – Feitan, Uvogin ♡ WB – Suo, Umemiya, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “They can't deny our love, they can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time, I promise I'll be right here, standing next to you,”

TAGS — drunk sex, dirty talkin’, jk’s a pervy mess, oc is smitten this time round bc she’s soft, unprotected sex, creampies, oc rides it nice n good before jk pounds her, tit play(?) not much, anGSTY, like full on crying bro, making out, like a lot, oc n jk go on a date, THERE IS PLOT THIS TIME, mentioned shower sex, messy sex, oc’s got that creamy puss—, soft ;( , sleazy baby daddy au!

WORD COUNT — 6.9 k

The day started out like any other: you woke up, dressed Jiho for school following your usual routine of heading to the gym after dropping your baby off. From there you headed to the office to catch up on unfinished projects, a meeting or two slipped into your schedule but nothing too crazy. You manage to squeeze in a small break at home before having to go and get Jiho.

It’s a Friday and you realize that you don’t have much planned for the day or weekend so you decide on dropping off Jiho at your moms and enjoying a weekend of solitude to yourself. You’re practically daydreaming about taking the biggest nap of your life after this, hell maybe you can finally taste that new wine you recently bought. You practically buzz with excitement on the way, and back home.

Unfortunately life had a funny way of working sometimes.

“Hello?” You sigh deeply whilst pacing back and forth. It was just your luck that your car decided to be a pain in the ass by breaking down on the side of the road. Now you’re stranded outside of the city after dropping off Jiho.

“Baby? What’s up, somethin’ wrong?” Jungkook replies, you can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, “You callin’ cause you miss my dick–”

“No dipshit,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “I got left stranded after dropping Jiho with my mom, car gave out on me and now I’m stuck outside the city kinda.” You look around, “Can you come help me out please?”

“Sure, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes top. Did you call the tow truck or nah? If you didn’t I can call while I’m on my way.”

You sigh in relief, “No I didn’t, but call your one friend. I’ll send you the location right now, bye.” You hang up and quickly send him your location. There isn’t really much to do so you sit back and scroll through your social medias to pass the time. Jungkook stays true to his word though and shows up in twenty minutes like he had promised. He’s not in his car though because today he’s brought his motorcycle.

“Hey.” You greet calmly and step out of your car. You make your way over to him, coming to a stop in front of his bike with your arms folded over your chest. You would rather not admit to anything (at least out loud) but he looks pretty hot, you can see his unruly hair underneath his helmet.

Jungkook slips his helmet off and shakes his hair out of his face, “Hi baby,” he grins, “so what happened here, hm?” He talks to you like he’s talking to a toddler, all teasing and shit. You don’t bother hiding your annoyance as you roll your eyes, making him laugh, “Alright, alright, but seriously what happened mama?” He leans over to bring you into his side, landing an obnoxious wet smooch over your lips.

You scrunch your face up and nod your head in the direction of the car, “Stopped out of nowhere, turned off and everything.”

He looks over at it and hums, “Pop the hood for me, gonna give it a look before Eunwoo comes.” He lets you go and rounds the front of the car, giving you a thumbs up to pop the hood up for him.

It unlocks and Jungkook opens it up leaning over the car with quiet “tch, tch, tch” noises as he tries to see what was wrong with it. You step out to watch him closely, trying to ignore how good he looks in a white wife beater with his arms and tattoos all out. Jungkook doesn’t even have to try when it comes to getting you hot and bothered.

“Shit babe,” Jungkook hisses and recoils, “you need to get the oil changed, ‘s fuckin burned and dried out. Top of that, I think the battery is either old or it just needs a charge.” He shakes his head with a grimace.

You sigh in relief, happy that it wasn’t anything major, “I’ll get it checked out at the shop then,” you help him slam the hood closed, “thanks.”

“Mm,” he leans against the car staring down at you, “need a ride back home?” He licks his lips, not bothering to hide the fact that he’s checking you out in broad daylight with that lecherous look in his eyes.

You nod, “Please, it’s finally my day off and this happens.” You chuckle bitterly and kick a rock, “Was looking forward to a nap, guess that won’t be happening.”

“Hm, I know a way we could pass the time..” He slides his hand around your waist, teasingly pulling at the belt loop of your jeans, “I can make you forget ‘bout all this mess mama.” He says in a low tone, “Just say the word..”

You bring him close with a hand around the back of his neck, lips inches away and eyes full of lust. “You’re so cute,” you softly breathe out as his eyes light up with arousal, “but no.” You pinch his arm extra hard, listening in satisfaction when he cries out in pain, “I’m not fucking you on the side of the road. Especially since Eunwoo might be close by, yeah no thanks.” You snort.

“Ow you fucking hurt me.” Jungkook hisses, “You left a mark! Look at that!” He thrusts his arm out to show the red mark you left, “Kiss it better.” He huffs quietly and eyes you expectantly.

You look back at him with a blank stare, “No,” you step to the side and look out for the tow truck, “last I checked I’m not the one responsible for kissing boo-boos,” you fold your arms over your chest, “you’re a grown ass man deal with it.”

Jungkook quietly laughs under his breath, “No you’re right—I can give you something else to kiss better.” He dodges your hand, laughing loudly while ignoring the colorful words you spew at him, “C’mon it was a little funny.”

“No it wasn’t,” you hiss while smacking his arm, “you’re so fuckin’ dumb Jungkook.” You try hard to fight off the chuckle stuck in your throat, “Oh my god.” You turn away, shoulders shaking as you quietly laugh to yourself.

Jungkook comes behind you to pull you into his chest while swaying side to side with you, “C’mere,” he leans down to kiss the side of your face, “go out for dinner with me, saw a new place open up and it has a lot of your favorites.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Yeah?’ You reply softly, “Where is it?”

“Gangnam,” Jungkook curtly replies while burying his face into your shoulder, “you down for some fun?”

You haven’t been out since your last girls trip to Jeju and that was like two months ago. Fuck it—you think—it’s friday and you don’t have to worry about work till tuesday. With Jiho being out for the weekend you guess you can unwind too. Plus Jungkook could be fun to be around with..sometimes. You won’t ever admit it though, what Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Okay, sounds good. You need to drop me off at my apartment though, gotta get ready ‘n stuff.” You see the tow truck pulling into the side of the road, “C’mon, your friend’s here.” You pull away and start walking towards your car.

In the end Jungkook takes you to his apartment to get ready, he literally has you packing a overnight bag with everything you could possibly need for a weekend stay. You don’t even know why you agree to staying the weekend with him but Jungkook says something about Gangnam being close to his place and how he’d probably not be able to drive you back home if you two end up finishing late at night. You know it’s not that though, but you don’t have the heart to call him out for it.

“Lace,” Jungkook smirks as he looks at the underwear you dropped on his bed after opening up your bag, “red too, damn this for me mama?” He dangles the cheeky pair of panties up in the air.

You hum in response, not really focused on him because you’re trying to fix your grinder, “Gonna pregame or what?” You finally say after getting it to work, “Or you too old Jeon?” You stick your tongue out with a smirk while adding in some bud.

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “Babe you trying to get me cross-faded? Fuck I don’t even think I’ve pregamed in a while, don’t wanna get shit-faced just yet though,” he scratches his nose, “so shots? We both need to remember our livers don’t work like they used to.”

“Yeah, yeah hold on.. let me finish real quick.” You mumble to yourself. The blunt hangs from your lips when you finish rolling it, old habits die hard you guessed when you go around picking up Jungkook’s clothes off the ground. You go around cleaning a little bit of his room before heading into his bathroom to start the water.

You and Jungkook smoke about half of the blunt together before taking a shot, which you end up pulling a face at and shaking your head, “Fuck I haven’t drank this shit since college,” you wipe your lips, “ugh, I’m gonna go shower. Bleh,” you try to get the bitter taste out of your mouth while disappearing into his bathroom.

Of course Jungkook doesn’t leave you alone as he follows you into the shower. By the time you’re both out there’s only a hour left before you two have to head out, “Babe I invited Hoseok and Yoongi if that’s cool with you,” he says loudly from inside the walk-in closet, “Yoongi said something about him and your one friend going together.”

“Who Hyejin?” You try to reply while lining your lips, “She’s the one who texted me like ten minutes ago,” you smack your lips together, “or is it someone else?”

Jungkook comes out wearing a black blazer over a white top, “Uhh I think?” He passes by with a cheeky ass grab, “ready for another shot?” He heads out to bring back the bottle, “Or you going to drink from the bottle?” He smirks lazily, you both end up taking a swig from the bottle.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You pull one of Jungkook’s black leather jackets over your body, “I don’t care if you only had one drink or no drinks, we’re both walking or getting a ride got it? I don’t wanna hear you complaining about having to leave the car overnight,” you sternly say to him as you both head out together, “I’m not trying to die in the middle of fuckin’ fall, ‘s freezing tonight.” You shiver a little.

Jungkook snorts, “Babe I’m a little cross-faded, but it’ll go away I promise-” he stops himself from finishing his sentence when he sees the glare you’re sending his way, “okay, okay, fine we’re gonna catch a ride home.” He winds his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closely, “Nice little date night isn’t it?”

You snort quietly and look up at him in amusement, “Date? Ew, as if. We haven’t been on one of those in ages.”

“Don’t be such a little party pooper, first date and you’re already complaining? I’m hurt baby,” Jungkook holds the lobby door open for you, smacking your ass when you slip past him, “just wait and see, ‘m gonna make this the best night ever.”

His words make you roll your eyes, “Sure.” You’re secretly endeared though, and you can’t help but wonder what has you so soft with him today. Usually you found it annoying when he said corny/sappy shit but for some reason it’s cute? Maybe you really were in a good mood.

.

“Well don’t you look pretty,” Hyejin grins as she slips her arm around you waist, “you lil’ fuckin floozy, you fucked him didn’t you?” She laughs softly, “Look at all the marks, fuck lemme see,” she tries to take a peek into your dress.

“Hyejin,” you hiss while pushing her off of you, “you’re gonna show my entire tit to everyone around, stop.” You quietly laugh, “And for your information we didn’t go all the way because I didn’t let him, he only ate me out I swear.” You whisper into her ear, jumping in alarm and rushing to cover her mouth when she yells out loud.

She winks at you deviously before going back to her seat next to Yoongi. It’s nice being with friends like this, plus the restaurant was everything you hoped for. The vibes and atmosphere were pleasant, it was kinda reminding you of your college days when you and your friends stayed out late. It brings a tiny smile to your face.

“So how you been y/n?” Hoseok speaks up, “Felt like I haven’t seen you in forever.” His eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, eyes taking in the way you’re both sitting so close.

“Been good, just working nothing too crazy, how bout you?” You nod your head at him, “Still doing that thing you told me about—fuck I keep forgetting what it was—but yea, you still doing that or..?”

Hoseok sips his beer with a nod, “Yeah,” he notices the way Jungkook’s hand tightens around your shoulder, “ ‘s gotten busier but business is good so I can’t complain you know?” He sheepishly smiles.

You briefly look over at Jungkook to see he’s got his tongue poking the inside of his cheek—the thing he does when he’s either angry or bothered—you’re not so sure why he’s pissy but you don’t dwell on it, “That’s good, let me know how it goes though. Can’t say I’m not interested from what you told me.” You feel Jungkook squeeze your arm, releasing it after a couple of seconds and then going back to stroking his hand up and down.

You both stay huddled close the rest of the night, Jungkook keeps his hand over your thigh and you have your head against his shoulder. The night only gets wilder as the restaurant turns into a full party with people singing and enjoying the loud music, Hoseok orders shots for everyone and by the time you check your phone to see that it’s one in the morning you’ve already lost count of how many drinks both you and Jungkook had.

“Another shot or what? You said you could out drink me, I wanna see your ass try,” Yoongi hiccups while sending you a glare, you notice that Hyejin’s already passed out with her face buried in his neck.

You grunt in annoyance and push at Jungkook’s arm, “Didn’t say, I know I can.” You rumble back and manage to take the shot, “Now you asshole.” You nod your head, “Hurry up Yoongi, you’re getting old or what?” You snicker.

He makes a face and manages to down it, “Fuckin’ hell, so nasty.” He shakes his head, “We’re too old to be doing this shit, fuckin’ Hoseok tapped out on the third shot! Look at his ass, he’s not waking up anytime soon.” He groans.

“Yeah I think I’m done too, getting so fuckin dizzy,” Jungkook sighs and looks over at you, “ready to tap out too baby?” He hums as he leans in to rest his face in your shoulder.

You nod slowly, “Yeah, my head hurts too.” You sigh deeply and wave the waitress down. Yoongi generously closes the entire tab and heads out with Hyejin and Hoseok to wait for a taxi. You and Jungkook take a couple of minutes to gather your thoughts before heading out to follow them.

You stick around outside to make sure that Yoongi, Hyejin, and Hoseok get into the uber together before heading back to Jungkook’s. It feels a lot warmer walking hand in hand with him, you find yourself grinning like a idiot, “Hey Jungkook,”

“Hm?” Jungkook stops to look at you.

“Does that playground by your house still have that one swing where two people can go on it together?” You smile.

He blinks a couple of times in confusion before a knowing smile crosses over his face, “Yeah, it does.” He squeezes your hand.

You both end up giggling like children while swinging around in the air on opposite sides facing each other. You squeal when Jungkook pushes you both extra hard, causing you to swing a bit faster as you land on the ground and huff with effort to push the two of you. “Fuck I haven’t done this much workout since Jiho joined soccer,” you chuckle.

Jungkook huffs quietly, hot breath going foggy in front of his mouth showing just how cold it was. “Fucking freezing, gonna get blisters from this shit babe.” He swings you both once more, smiling brightly when he hears you squeal again, “Shit you look like you’re having more fun than I am.”

“Cause I am,” you grin softly and let go of the handles, “but fuck you’re right, my hands hurt and they smell like iron.” You wait for Jungkook so that you two could go inside since the cold weather was starting to get to you. “C’mon I’m cold.” You purse your lips and shove your hands into your pockets.

Jungkook quickly follows after you. You both manage to get in, stumbling over each other with giggles and drunken jokes. Jungkook doesn’t make it before he’s crashing on the floor, sending you into hysterics as you bend over clutching your knees laughing. “Babe help me up!” Jungkook whines.

“H-Hold on,” you wipe your tears, “c’mere.” You haul his ass up, giggling hysterically at his messed up hair.

“And what you laughin’ at hm?” Jungkook wraps his arms around you and tugs you close, “C’mon tell me,” he whines and leans down to slide his lips over yours. Immediately you lean into the kiss, deepening it as you slip a hand over his cheek and cup it gently. His lips move over your own, gliding gently and slotting perfectly over your own.

Jungkook crowds you into the wall as he tries backing you into the living room causing you both to stumble. You don’t seperate from the kiss though even after almost falling back because you’re both tripping over something laying on the ground. Jungkook pulls back briefly, chuckling drunkly when he sees you’re both not in the living room, in fact you’re both heading towards his kitchen.

“Babe,” he softly mumbles as he caresses your cheek, “hol’ on, move that way.” He smothers you in another hot kiss, refusing to part even for a second.

You grumble softly into the kiss and pull away, “Can’t,” you mumble and let him kiss you again, “you’re kissin’ me and I can’t see where I’m goin.” You have a dopey smile on your face, “Lemme,” pause. “lemme take you to bed,” you slur out.

Jungkook nods eagerly and follows after you. His hands are impatient as he works his jacket off of you, he growls in frustration when he can’t quite get you out of the pretty dress you wore tonight. “Fuckin’ hell help me,” he pouts and kicks the door open, “can’t get it off, need to see you naked,” he giggles, “c’mon, help me.” He gives you puppy eyes.

“Paws off,” you growl playfully while stripping from your dress, “I got this.” You send him a pointed look and head over to his large comfy bed. You let yourself fall dramatically on it, arms and legs spread out like you’re a starfish or something.

Jungkook climbs over you a few seconds later, you notice he’s already shirtless as he grins softly down at you and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, “Hi baby.” He whispers softly between the two of you. You giggle quietly and smile back at him with a ‘hi’, he looks funny. The world around you spins in endless circles, fueling your dizziness and motion sickness.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, “best baby mama ever.” He leans down, mouth hovering over your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses over the warm flesh. You sigh quietly and lean into his touch feeling all warm inside from how endearing he was being.

“More.” You quietly reply, you want to hear all about how pretty you are to him. You’d never openly admit but Jungkook makes you feel special with the way he’s obsessed with you. On the surface he sure as hell was a dirty sleazy pervert but you knew he was genuine with you, even if his words were a little crude and unsavory at times.

Jungkook hums, “More what baby?” He softly asks while pulling back to look down at you, “Want me to touch you more?” He grins cheekily, “Coz I’m not complaining, love touchin’ and feeling on you.. So pretty,” he whispers as his eyes trail over you, “mine too..”

The ‘yours’ sits on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason it never leaves your mouth. “Stop playing around before I fall asleep,” you smack your lips with a dazed expression on your face, “then you won’t get to touch, only look.”

His eyes light up and he doesn’t say anything else, instead he captures you for a messy little kiss while his chilled hands slide down your sides and to your hips where those red panties sit. He teases you by pulling on the waistband, letting it snap back a few times before he finally pulls them down. You’re quivering in excitement, your own hands come up to unbutton his pants with ease.

Jungkook helps you shove them off, his boxers go with them two until you’re both laid bare for eachother. He lies flat over you with his chest right against yours, he takes his sweet time mapping every crevice and surface of your body. You’re not used to this time of affection in bed with him given that most of your fuckings were nasty and to the point. No, tonight’s different.

“Will never get used to how pretty you are,” he murmurs while laying kisses over your throat and chest, “just wanna keep you like this forever.” He whispers out as his hot mouth envelops a nipple.

He lays his tongue flat over your sensitive bud, lapping at it and teasing around it. Your lips part as quiet breathy sighs and moans leave you, only yelping when Jungkook fully encases your nipple with his lips wrapped around it tightly. “Fuck,” you tangle a hand in his hair and watch with hooded eyes.

Jungkook’s other hand comes up to fondle your neglected tit, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers in tandem with his powerful sucks. He switches back between both of them, leaving a small trail of spit as he goes. You don’t know how much of his teasing you can take, your cunt’s throbbing and more slick is dripping between your plush folds and down the crevice of your ass no doubt staining his sheets.

“No more,” you say when your nipples were sucked raw, “need you n’ my pussy,” you shift around and roll Jungkook on to his back, “gonna ride it, jus’ the way you like it.” You tease softly and leave a open-mouthed kiss over his mouth, sighing quietly when you feel his hot cock against your inner thigh.

“Mm,” he sighs as his head drops on the bed, eyes slipped in utter bliss as he holds your hips in his hands, “yeah—want you to ride it for me baby, wanna watch you bounce on it.” He rolls his hips upward as his cock bumps and slides against you.

You take his cock into your hand and stroke over it slowly, occasionally tapping it over your folds and smearing your slick over him. You catch sight of his dark cock, all swollen and throbbing in your hold. It makes your mouth water as you eagerly lift your hips and slip the tip between your folds until it catch over your winking hole. Both of your breath hitches as you ease him into you, hissing in pleasure as your cunt spreads around the mushroom-y tip, pink rim spreading and hugging him tightly.

Jungkook’s lips part in a long moan, he scrunches his face up in pleasure and rubs his hands over the swell of your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck baby,” he whispers, “jus’ a little more,” he groans, “fuck!” He hisses when you bottom out with a loud smack, your ass clapping off his pelvis as you seat yourself with his cock stuffed deep inside of you.

“So good,” you hum and give a few experimental rolls, just loving how deep he is from this position.

Your hands come down to settle over his chest for leverage, you don’t wait any longer before you’re bouncing idly over his cock. The excess slick begins rolling down to his balls creating a low audible squelch. Jungkook doesn’t really say much other than a few curses and whispers of your name. Your own noises come out breathy and low, constrasting the fopping sound your ass makes when it smacks against his thighs.

The bed frame begins to creak under your weight, slowly you begin speeding up until you’re full on bouncing on his cock. You ride till the tip remains inside before coming back down and slamming your hips over his. Jungkook’s grunts and moans rise in volume from the delicous pressure around his cock, your pussy grips him so tight he feels your rim hugging him almost as if you were refusing to let his cock go.

“Shit y/n,” the way your name rolls off his tongue sends butterflies deep in your tummy as you eagerly bounce, “like that, fuck it feels so fucking good, gripping me so tight,” he rolls his hips upward to meet your bounces, “oh fuck.” He throws his head back and grits his teeth.

You mewl quietly and switch from bouncing to grinding, you roll your hips back and forth over his cock and reach behind you to stroke and fondle his balls that press tightly against your ass. He moans loud and bucks his hips into you roughly, somehow punching his cock deeper with the tip kissing your cervix.

“Jungkook..!” You gasp out as your toes curl.

He brings his arms up to hoist you off and on to the bed, rolling the two of you over as he hikes a hand under your knee and lifts your leg up while he fucks into your pussy wildly. The new angle has his cock striking your g-spot over and over again with calculated thrusts. He punches loud moans and whimpers out of your lips, the pleasure bubbles over and has your pussy gripping him so tight it’s hard for him to backstroke.

“Look at me baby,” he pants, “yeah, show me that pretty face mama.. Look at you, taking my cock so well in that slutty little pussy. Got you drippin’ for me like I said you would, feel that?” He slows down and grinds into you slowly, hips circling in figure of eights as his cock rubs over your walls slowly, “See what you do to me baby? Got me all worked up for you, pussy’s suckin me in so well can’t help it.” He groans.

Your mouth falls open in a ‘o’ when he plunges into you quickly, fucking his cock in and out at a rapid pace. Slick dribbles all around with some splattering over the sheets and sliding down your pussy to your ass. His balls are heavy as they swing and smack into your ass repeatedly, every so often his cock throbs pathetically from inside of you.

“Oh god,” you whisper and throw your head back, “fuck right there Jungkook..!” You let out a shout of pleasure as he hits your g-spot over and over again without missing. He has you sliding up the bed from his brutal pace, the pleasure rising and rising as you grit your teeth and try to fight off your impending orgasm.

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Jungkook whispers, “C’mon mama, lemme see you cum all over my cock, make it nice and messy for me.” He rasps out and grips the pillow lying by your head tightly as he grits his teeth and fucks into you harder if it was possible.

Stars burst behind your eyelids, your entire body locks up as you let out a pathetic little cry of pleasure. You cum with a loud moan of his name, clinging desperately to him with your arms loosely wrapped around his back and your legs locked around him to keep his cock inside. Your cunt milks his cock for all its worth, squeezing spasmodically from the aftershock of your orgasm.

Jungkook moans low at the feeling around his cock as he slams himself deep a total of three times before he finally cums. His cock pulses, hot cum filling your pussy to the brim with some of it seeping from the sides of your cunt. He sits up to look down at the mess between you, whistling out of breath when he sees the creamy white slick smeared over his pelvis and your pussy.

“Fuck, made a fuckin’ mess.” He chuckles breathlessly and teasingly rubs his thumb over your neglected swollen clit, “Didn’t need to touch this lil thing to get you to cum.” He purrs.

Your thighs twitch and you twist around to avoid any touch to your sensitive cunt, “Stopppp,” you whine softly and bury your face in the pillow, “ ‘m so sleepy Kook,” you smack your lips and blink slowly, “bed’s dirty though..”

Jungkook brings you into his arms and sighs, “Looks like we’re sleeping in the guest bedroom.” He murmurs and rolls out of bed, “C’mon,” he holds his hand out, “let’s get you to bed mama.”

You smile shyly when he says it like that, slipping out on shaky legs and following after him.

+

“I’m never drinking like that ever again,” you quietly moan while slipping on Jungkook’s slippers and tugging the hoodie over your head, “don’t forget to bring my phone,” you say to Jungkook as you step out of the apartment.

“Got it..” He mumbles and follows after you.

You’re both obviously not in the mood for cooking or anything so Jungkook suggested the convenience store for breakfast (in this case lunch because you two slept in all morning). Jungkook walks hand in hand with you the whole way, only letting go when you both split up to get your respective items. Jungkook of course pays and helps you make both your ramen bowls while you sit by the window poking your drink and mixing it around.

“You look a hot mess,” Jungkook says when he’s walking over, “a sexy hot mess.” He cheekily adds in when you turn to give him a look. “What? I like you with smudged ass mascara and leftover lipstick, gives you that sexy bed look.” He winks.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not looking so hot either with lipstick all over your jaw.” You grin in amusement, “What did you get?”

Jungkook opens the black bag and sets all the snacks he got out onto the table, “This kimchi onigiri, uhhh sausage links, and this rolled egg thingy I don’t know.” He shrugs.

You eye the onigiri in curiosity, “Hm.” You mix your ramen around and open the seasoning packet, “Do you mind driving me to get my car? Eunwoo texted me last night saying it was gonna be ready for pick up later on, said that the battery’s charged now, he’s gonna just change the oil next.” You mumble.

“Yeah, wanna go after this? Eunwoo’s probably out on break, I can do the oil change myself.” He slurps his noodles loudly, cheekily grinning at you afterwards.

“Mm, fine with me. Just don’t fuck up my car or you’re paying for it.” You sip your drink just as loud.

.

Eunwoo doesn’t end up being there but he leaves Jungkook a key and a note telling him about what your car needs. Jungkook wastes no time in getting to work as he slips his shirt off and works in his white tank top. You sit in a chair just watching him work while singing silently under his breath. You can’t quite shake the uneasy feeling you get in your gut, all this—playing couple and pretending like nothing’s wrong.

It makes your heart twist bitterly seeing him like this, all domestic and shit. Even the night before when you guys were at dinner. Hell the playground was enough for you to realize what was going on. You’re not so sure you can go back to pretending like you two aren’t a thing after this. You can only hold it in so much before it all starts crumbling down.

“Babe,” Jungkook slips out from under the car, “pass me the funnel behind you, I already drained it.” He wipes his dusty cheek, “Babe?”

“Oh yeah, here.” You hand him the funnel, “What, do I have something on my face?” You say after noticing how intently he’s staring at you.

Jungkook shakes his head, “Nah, just admiring how cute my baby mama looks.” He smiles teasingly and goes back to work before you can even reply. “So, you doing anything after this? I was kinda hoping we could spend a day in watching movies and shit, ‘m still pretty hungover.”

“Yeah..” You nod, “Sounds good I’m not feeling the greatest either,” you turn to look at anything but him. You don’t know why but you’re hit with a swirl of emotions and it’s starting to sizzle under your skin and make you irritated. The more you think about it, the more agitated you slowly become.

“Hey,” he suddenly says in front of you, “got something on your mind?” His lips hover over yours before he closes the distance between you two. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it has your poor little heart throbbing inside of your chest. Jungkook’s lips smack quietly against yours, as he brings his hands up to hold the sides of your face.

You softly hum into the kiss and bring your arms around his neck. He makes a pleased noise and caresses his thumb over your cheek and jawline. It’s the sweet moments like this that have you doubting, you’re not so sure you can keep up with him anymore. He does all these sweet things and it just lulls you into a false security with him, like everything is okay and things were the way they used to be.

You want that..

Jungkook parts from the kiss and stares deep into your eyes, “You with me baby?” He say when he takes in how distracted you look.

“Yeah,” you softly whisper, “ ‘m here.” You bring him back for another passionate kiss, this time effectively blocking out all those little voices in your head.

Jungkook grunts in surprsie as he hoists you up with him, backing you into the counter nearby and swiping all the tools clear from the surface. His breath is ragged and heavy, touch quickly becoming possessive and desperate as he paws at your thighs and hips. You part your legs for him and let him step in between them, moaning quietly when his hips press over your sore cunt.

The empty garage is filled with soft panting and breathless sighs, your lips meet Jungkook’s over and over until they’re swollen and glossed over with spit n slick. You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses and pull him closer, practically hugging his body tight to yours as the two of you leave sloppy marks all over each other. You go to leave another mark but Jungkook’s quick to pull away with a quiet ‘wait, wait’.

“Get back together with me,” he suddenly pulls back, breathless and panting with wild eyes, “I want us to be a real couple—not whatever this shit is where one day you let me love on you and another you don’t.” His eyes are filled with hope as he pleads with you.

You stare at him in shock, mostly because hello the timing? You quickly shake those thoughts out and sit up, “Jungkook you can’t just ask me that out of nowhere, especially not with you standing between my thighs.” You sigh heavily, “Let’s just talk about this some other time.” You look away.

Jungkook frowns, “No, I think it’s a perfect time now. You say some other time but then you forget and play it off with work and other stuff. I just..I just wanna know where we stand, I’m tired of doing this back and forth thing baby.. It’s sending mixed signals, can’t tell whether you really want me or you’re planning to cut me out for good.”

You’re at loss this time, for the first time regarding the breakup you don’t have anything to say. It’s not something you easily know the answer to, not when you yourself is still trying to find the answers to these things. Jungkook should know by now this isn’t something that comes so easily. “Why? So you can be happy you ended up winning after what you did? So everyone can see you got your way despite being a shitty person Jungkook?”

He looks surprised like he wasn’t expecting your response, “Baby—no, where is this coming from?” He stands up intending to comfort you because he can see how quickly you’re growing upset with the way your frown deepens and tone morphs to hurt.

“Then what is it Jungkook?” You say in exasperation, “Is this gonna be your ‘I told you so’ moment? You play me like a fucking fool and come back years later with a slap on the wrist and suddenly everything is better between the two of us?” You blink the tears away, “It’s not fucking fair and you know it.” You fold your arms over your chest.

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, no, no, it’s none of that. I just wanted you to know I’m tired of going back and forth and never ending up nowhere with us..”

“Well guess what, I’m tired too Jungkook. Tired of pretending like nothing ever happened, like there isn’t a reason why we ended up like this in the first place.” You wipe your tears.

“y/n, I know things weren’t the best before and I fucked it up, I know—trust me. You don’t think I don’t regret what happened years back? It fucking eats at me every night because you’re not by my side anymore—”

“That’s the thing Jungkook! You don’t fucking get it,” you sob, “YOU were the love of my life, you were everything to me! And for you to do what you did-” you choke up and cover your mouth, “and I’m supposed to heal from that? I never did, and I never will because the person I trusted the most—who I loved so much—fucking betrayed me. Do you have any idea how I felt? You were my everything, and you fucking threw it away!” You scream in anger and frustration.

“Y-You broke me,” you hiccuped, “it’s not fair that you get to come back like nothing, ‘n now everyone’s gonna look at me like a fool because I got back together with my shitty baby daddy.” You sniffle, “I have thought about us for a while, but I’m scared because I don’t know if you’re going to do the same thing all over again.”

Jungkook’s own eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, he quietly sniffs and clears his throat, “I’m sorry y/n, I never did get the chance to but I’m sorry for everything. But not once did I stop loving you ever, you were my everything too—and you still are. Nothing about the way I’ve felt about you has changed, and it never will either. I realize how impulsive I was just now so,” he drops to his knees in front of you and holds your hands, “please y/n, let me prove to you I can still make you and Jiho happy. I don’t care if you wanna make me wait until you’re ready, I’ll be right here waiting for you. Just please, give me one last chance..”

You desperately want to say no, but you’re weak. You’re too busy clinging to every little memory of him in the past to fill that emptiness in your heart to notice that you’ve wanted him back all along. You feel the doubts begin to creep out of your body as you peer down at him, “You’ll..wait..?”

Jungkook nods, “As long as you want me to.” He whispers back.

“Okay..” You softly reply and squeeze his hands tightly, afraid that if you let him go he’ll vanish into thin air.

“Okay.” Jungkook sighs in relief, smiling up at you tenderly. He rises to his feet and brings you in for a tight hug, just relishing in your warmth and softness as he rocks the two of you side to side.

You close your eyes and let yourself sink into his arms, “You’ll be here with me right?” You lay your head on his chest.

“I’ll be right here,” he hums, “standing next to you.”

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Jewelry with initials

Description: You and Paige are in a semi-private relationship, as she's doing an interview the interviewer notices a certain ring on Paige's hand. The ring on Paige's hand is the one you usually wear with your initials on it. When the interviewer asks Paige about the ring, she hints about your relationship.

“So Paige I couldn't help but notice that there's a certain ring on your hand that has an initial of someone very familiar.”

“I mean what can I say it's a nice ring.”

‘Does the ring belong to a specific teammate that may or may not wear the number 12?’

‘Yo not too much, but yeah it's her ring. I wanted to bring a little something of hers with me because she couldn't come with me so it'll do for now.”

“Aww that's so cute seeing your close bond.”

After hearing that Paige can feel her face heating up and the smirk she's been trying to hide is slipping through as she answers, “Yeah for sure, but imma see her in a week so when she gets here she can give me my chain back.”

As soon as those words slipped out of her mouth the interviewer had to get all the information she could, “Oh she has something of yours too? Who's idea was it to swap items so you both could have something?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle remembering how she was almost ready to beg you to just come to Seattle with her, being too impatient to wait a bit to hold you again.

“Baby I’m going to see you in probably less than a week. I just need to visit my mom for a bit.” Even though she understands she can't help but be clingy towards you, I mean how could she not she follows you around like a puppy most of the time not ever wanting to be too far from you. “I know mama I’m just gonna miss you.” As you see Paige pouting on your bed you can't help but walk up to her, you settle in between her thighs and hug her around her shoulders while she wraps her arms around your waist and buries her head in your chest. To make her feel a little better you come up with a cute small idea, “How about I give you something of mine that you can wear so in a way I’ll be there hm? How does that sound love?’ Her head instantly shoots up so you can see the excitement in her eyes making you giggle a little. “Really? Can I pick it out?” She's too cute, “Of course you can.”

“Ok but if I get something of yours then you have to wear something of mine.’ Even though that wasn't part of your original plan you couldn't help but blush at the fact that she wants you to have something so you won't miss her too much. “I wouldn't be opposed to that”

As she gets up and looks through your jewelry box she sees the ring you wear almost all the time, except when you're playing or at practice, “Can I get this one babe?’ You knew how the public knew that ring was specifically yours. It had your initials on it and you know how much the public loves Paige, you know they're more than likely to ask her about it if they notice, and if they don't then all of the fans will. “Are you sure P? I don't want to make you comfortable if they start asking questions about it,” her heart swells up with adoration seeing how much you care and think about her first. “I’m sure, private not secret remember. I’d be happy if they asked me about you. I won't get into too much detail obviously but I can drop a few hints here and there but only if you're comfortable with it mama.” God, she knows how to make you blush, as you look down a giggle a little getting a bit shy you say, “Of course, I am, just wanted to make sure with you first.”

Paige can't help but admire how even after almost two years she still has this effect on you. “Ok, since I got your ring, how do you feel about wearing my gold chain with my initial on it so we kinda match.” You can see her little smirk knowing how much you love that necklace and can't help but say yes to getting the opportunity to wear it again. “Sounds perfect.”

“Nah it was hers but I added a little but that's it,” the interviewer and soon the audience will be able to see how giddy she was just to talk about you.

“Alright Paige, thank you for talking with us. Good luck and hopefully you see y/n soon,” she couldn't help but laugh towards the ending seeing how Paige was so happy just to hear your name.

“Ay thank you, have a good rest of your day.”

What Paige didn't notice is that while she was being asked about you and remembering the day you traded pieces, she was playing with your ring and smiling so hard that people would rewatch the interview and repost it everywhere talking about how your guy's relationship was definitely more than platonic.

I'm slowly releasing things please bare with me y'all, law is kicking my ass and my job is NOT helping. I promise I'm trying to rerelease my old work and somewhat write new ones. LOVE YALL THO <3

Kiss the sun 🌞

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HEYY VANNN 💗

I heard you wanted to talk about Logan and I gotchu 👀😉

So I was thinking about Logan and what his reaction would be to seeing you in something of his. And I know I’d steal all those mans shirts but what about something else to get a rise out of Logan?? Like going to bed in his boxers OR meeting up for a date night and you show up with wearing his favorite belt buckle he swore he lost with the tightest jeans you have on that you know will make him go feral. I feel each Logan variant has a different vibe so you can take item(s) of his and he sees you wearing that and it’s OVER 😏 I have thoughts for a few but would love to hear what you think!💞

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! DAMI THIS IS BRILLIANT!!!

I absolutely LOVE this idea. the belt buckle is so cute!!! I feel like he would tug you forward with them- looping his finger around your belt, staring down at it before looking at you, and calling you a little thief <3

Thank you for sending this in!!! <3 <3, I hope you enjoy!!

Logan Variants Reacting to You Taking His Stuff!

(slightly smutty, fluffy, and slightly angsty stuff below!)

Trilogy Logan: He crossed his arms, taking in the sight before him.

His dogtags, sitting pretty right in the valley of your breasts.

He was showering, heard you come in for a second- didn't pay too much attention to that. Was half tempted to tell you to join him- but considering he was almost finished washing up, and the water was getting cold, hell just join you in bed instead.

When he climbed out- his dogtags that just happened to be taken off with his clothes for once when he showered was missing. He checked all over the bathroom- even stared in the mirror to make sure he didn't go insane and it was still around his neck, but found that it was not the case.

He swears he didn't take it off in the bedroom- but as he opened the door to step into yours and his shared room, the mystery was quickly solved.

You were leaning against the headboard, posed in a sensual position, a big smile stretched across your face as his eyes trailed over your nude figure. Finally landing on the dogtags. He could make out his name on them.

He dropped the towel, letting you see what he thought of your little trick- and your new sense of fashion as he walked towards the bed, kneeling onto the end of it- his member at full attention for you.

"Now, that's a good look for you sweetheart." He mumbles low as he leans over you, fingers coming up to trace over the tags.

"sure you don't want them back?" You teased.

"Nah, keep em. Let everyone know who you belong to."

Origins Logan: You stole, yet another one of his flannels.

He'd be irritated, if he could. Yet, they look better on you anyway.

Especially when you're walking around in nothing, but his flannels.

It happens at the most random of moments too. Usually he's home after a long day at work. He sheds his clothes off, changes into sweats and a clean t-shirt before settling down somewhere to read, relax, watch tv. You'll be off doing your own thing, he'll distinctly remember you wearing a pair of boot-cut jeans and a tank top.

Then suddenly you're walking past him, an hour later- not even socks or panties on you as his flannel practically swallows you. He used to say something about it, tease you, make a joke- but now he smirks, catches a glance of your ass, barely hidden by the hem, before returning to his newspaper.

Eventually you'll end up in his lap. He's frumping over the stolen cloth, and you'll make a sweet pout and tell him that it smells soooo good that you couldn't help it. Smells just like him.

"Yeah princess? That's why you like it so much?" He'll smile, his hands tucking underneath the flannel, brushing over your bare skin as his eyes wander down- admiring the way your chest is barely concealed from him. You bit your lip, and nodded. "Hm." He tipped his chin up to look at you. "Alright. Keep it on, but you'll have to do something for me."

Old Man Logan: "Darling? You seen my glasses-?"

He stopped when he finally spotted you in the kitchen- trying on the glasses that he'd been looking for, for the last 20 minutes. He hated the damn things, hated how old they made him feel. Perfect vision for nearly 200 years and now he needs them. Really?

The only thing that keeps him from smashing the damn things is you cooing in his ear about how cute he looks.

A small guilty look on your face as he crossed his arms, raising a brow at you, and you smiled. Your hands dropped to your side, leaving the glasses sitting on your face.

"Got a reason to be stealing my glasses, doll?" He asks, feigning annoyance- but he could never really be angry with you.

"I just wanted to see what it looked like with your glasses" You answer innocently.

"And?"

"You look fuzzy."

He smiles, looking down at the floor, before moving forward into the kitchen towards you. "Real cute sweetheart." He coos. Reaching up, he pulled the glasses off you. "There. Better?"

"Kinda."

You reached for his glasses, taking them from his hands, flipping them over and putting them on. It slips a bit on the bridge of his nose, and he tipped his chin down to look at you past them. You smiled.

"Now, it's better." You wrapped your arms around his waist. "So handsome."

"Mm." He tipped his chin up again. "I don't know doll, they did look nice on you."

Worst Wolverine: He was half asleep and barely noticed you had them on.

You went to shower, while he watched some old black and white movie on the tv in your shared bedroom. It was boring- and he had seen it before. Granted it was over 100 years ago- but he did see it, and he remembered not liking it then either.

So he started to fall asleep, eyes closed, arm stretched out across your side of the bed. He picked up the sound of the shower shutting off- always alert at what you're doing.

He began to fall deeper into slumber, knowing that you'll be by his side soon. He heard you come in, silence at first- before your quiet shuffling around the room continued. Drawers opening and shutting, and finally you're climbing in bed by his side.

He turned to spoon you, arms wrapping around you protectively. His hands, as usual began wandering over your form. Tracing along your figure- it was a comfort thing for him. A habit he's built over time with you, reassurance that you're still there- that you're okay.

His hands, as usual, moved downwards- where instead of your panties that he has become so familiar with- it was a different fabric.

"Babe." His brows creased together, eyes still shut as his hand continued to investigate what was on your bottom half. "Are these mine?" He finally asks, pinching the fabric between his fingers.

Quiet mirth escaped you. "I thought they looked comfy." You responded. He opened his eyes, pushing himself up onto his elbow to glance at his boxers that were adorning your lower half. You turned your head to look at him.

"Hm." He continued to feel the fabric. "i wanna get a better look at this."

He moved onto his back, urging you to straddle him which you happily did so. He examined you, intensely- like someone examining a piece of art- making sure it was real. You couldn't help but laugh.

"why so intense about it Lo?" You hummed. He chuckled.

"Looks good on you." He says, taking the waistband and snapping it against your hip. "Little big."

"Well, have you see you?"

He smirked. His hands coming down to rub your thighs. The look of his boxers on you- they peaked his interest, they looked good. Really good. It made his mind wander- wonder things like how they may feel after you wear them. Maybe, just maybe if makes you real happy while wearing them- some of you essence will get left behind, staining the cloth.

"Say baby, not too tired are you?"

2013 Wolverine: His old jacket.

The leather jacket he used to wear all the time, back before everything happened. Left it behind when he left the mansion- when he left you.

Not that he wanted to leave you- but he thought it best. He failed you, he failed everyone.

Yet here you were, staring back at him, wrapped in the leather that was a bit too big for you. Looks like it was keeping you warm though. Good, considering the mountains are freezing. He certainly knew that.

"Logan."

Your voice sounded sweet- just as he remembered it.

He wasn't sure how'd he react when he'd see you again, wasn't sure how it'd go. However all he could think was how nice you looked in his jacket.

You pulled it closer around yourself. Seemed like a habit, the way your hands held onto it. He could almost see, by the look in your eyes and the way your fingers held the fabric. Like you were imagining it was him.

"It's time to come home Lo." You say. "I miss you."

He didn't say anything. Just stood there, staring back at you- not quite sure if you were real. Had plenty of strange dreams, saw strange things while living out in the Canadian Rockies. Most of them involved you.

Only one way to be sure.

He walked forward towards you. The snow crunching under his boots. You didn't move, looking at him pleadingly- waiting for his next move.

His arms came around, and pulled you into an embrace. He buried his face into your hair- then down to your neck as he took a deep breath. His jacket- the one he wore religiously for years, now smelled like you.

He wondered if you'd be willing to give it back to him, once you're both back home.

Patch! Logan: "Where is the damn thing...." He mutters quietly under his breath. He was all ready- his sparkling white suit, cleaned and pressed, not a wrinkle in sight. Cuff links, in a shape of a X, pinned to the cuffs of his jacket. His eye patch- set perfectly, as usually. All that was missing was his bowtie.

The damn thing was a bright red. How could he not find it?

He remember taking it off last night- or rather, you took it off. Nearly ripped the damn thing off. Threw it...By the window.

He pushed the furniture around- still unable to find it.

He checked his watch. Couldn't look any longer. He'll have to settle for a regular black bow tie. It's classy sure. His red tie however- he considered it lucky. He needed all the luck he could get tonight.

So there he was, his usual thing, gambling, drinking, spying- eavesdropping.

That's when he spotted you. Pretty thing- as always. Only something.... different.

You were next to the head honcho of the casino- usually are. He likes to parade you around and show you off however you have no interest in the likes of him.

You had that pretty red dress that drives him wild on. The one that hugs your curves, leaves little to the imagination with the slit in the thigh and off the shoulder sleeves and a neckline that reached very low. At the center of neckline, was his bow tie

You must have pinned it there, you little vixen.

You looked bored, until you spotted him in the crowd. The way your face lit up sent butterflies through him- only they melted into something more, as he felt his trousers grow tighter when you brought your hand to the bow tie that sat pretty.

Your boss put his arm around you, unnoticing that your attention was on Logan from across the room.

This guy may act like you belong to him to the public, but you were quietly yet openly wearing the very thing that told Logan,

You belonged to Patch.

Cowboy! Logan: He'd been looking for it all day. Unsure of how he could have lost the damn thing! Took it off during a catnap against a tree, woke up with it gone.

All he knew, is he was going to shoot whoever the hell took it.

Eyed the farm boys who act scared as hell of him- he doubts they would have done it. Hell they pretty much piss themselves if he so much glanced at em.

the lil kids that like to climb all over him- as if he wasn't the most dangerous outlaw in the West- no - The States. They've tried to take his hat more than once after all- but a quick glance into the school building and they definitely weren't the culprits. Neither was the teacher who shooed him out.

Checked the bar- making sure those damn assholes that sit and drink their health away didn't pull some bullshit. He wouldn't be surprised, since he beats them at every card game they've challenged him to since he's shown up. It wasn't them though- on account that they were all passed out on the floor with a disgruntled barkeep.

He was at a lost, about to surrender that he'll have to go buy a new one. To bad, he really liked that hat.

Until it occurred to him that he hadn't seen you in awhile.

In fact- he was so disgruntled by losing his hat, he completely forgotten that the catnap he took- was right by your side. You were leaning on his shoulder, falling asleep just like him. Now you and the hat were missing.

Didn't take long for him to find you- nearby your family home, by that pond you like to read by. You held a cheeky smile as he approached you.

"There you are, you little thief." He accused- eyes taking in the stetson upon your pretty little head. "I was bout to shoot someone over that thing, you know that right? Anyone teach you not to take stuff?"

"What?" You acted innocent. "You put it in my lap. Naturally I thought you were giving it to me."

He pressed a hand and leaned against a tree, looking down at you. "Now sweetheart, you do know what it means when you wear a cowboys hat, right?"

You blinked innocently up at him. A devilish grin spread across his face. "No? What does it mean?"

[isabelckl]

small town sheriff’s daughter!ellie williams x troublemaker!fem reader

One leg over the windowsill, then the other, your backpack bumped the frame with a dull thud. The shingles were warm under your hands as you lowered yourself down, trying not to make noise. You’d done this before—but not here. Not in this quiet, nosy town where every porch had a rocking chair and a dog that barked at ghosts.

You dropped into the grass with a soft grunt. Your skirt rode up, but your hands were too full to fix it. You were already halfway across the yard when you felt it.

You looked up.

Garage light across the street, dim and flickering.

A girl sat on a cooler, legs stretched out, hoodie zipped up halfway even though the air was still summer-thick. She was holding a cigarette—not lit—just rolling it between her fingers like she was thinking about it.

She was staring at you. Not in a judgmental way. Just like she hadn’t expected someone to drop out of a second-story window across the street from her house.

You straightened up, brushed your palms on your thighs. Shrugged, like whatever.

“Hey,” you called, like you hadn’t just been caught doing something you probably weren’t supposed to. “Got a spare?”

You were already crossing the street before she answered.

Ellie didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you come closer. Then she reached into the pouch of her hoodie, pulled out a crumpled pack, and held one out.

You took it.

She finally spoke. “You shouldn’t be out this late.”

You grinned around the cigarette. “You sound like a cop.”

She huffed—almost a laugh. Then pulled out her lighter and flicked it once, twice, shielding the flame with her hand as she leaned in to light yours.

The flame caught.

You inhaled, holding the smoke in your lungs a bit longer than you needed to. Her hand lingered near your face a second too long before she pulled it back, flicking the lighter shut with a practiced snap.

The night was quiet. Crickets. Distant barking. The hum of someone’s AC kicking in. You glanced at her, half-expecting her to go back to pretending you didn’t exist. But she was still watching you, brows slightly drawn, like she was trying to figure out if you were dangerous or just stupid.

“You live there now?” she asked finally, tipping her chin toward the house you’d just slipped out of.

You shrugged. “No. Visiting my aunt. Just… temporary.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow. Didn’t press. She exhaled smoke, not bothering to hide how her eyes flicked to your skirt again, your scraped knee, the ring of keys looped around your finger.

“Your aunt live on Larchmont?” she asked, even though you were pretty sure she already knew the answer.

You nodded. “Yeah. The yellow house.”

“Hm.” She took a drag. “That’s two blocks from here.”

“Guess I took the scenic route,” you said, blowing smoke toward the open garage door.

Ellie didn’t smile. But her mouth twitched, like she was thinking about it.

There was a beat of silence. You toed at a crack in the driveway with your shoe.

“You’re Ellie, right?” you asked, like you didn’t already know.

“Unfortunately.”

You grinned. “Your dad’s the sheriff.”

Her eyes flicked toward you. “Yeah.”

You gestured toward the unlit cigarette you just tucked behind your ear. “Bet he’d love this.”

Ellie didn’t answer right away. Just stared ahead at the empty street. “He thinks I quit last year.”

You whistled low. “Damn. A rebel.”

That got a reaction—barely. The ghost of a smirk, there and gone.

“You shouldn’t be sneaking out of windows,” she said finally. Her voice was quiet, but there was something behind it.

You took one last drag and dropped the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under your shoe.

“Yeah?” you said, looking up at her. “You gonna tell on me?”

Ellie’s gaze lingered on you for a long second. Then she leaned back on her palms, looking away like she’d already decided something you didn’t know.

“Nah,” she said. “Not tonight.”

Ellie took another drag from her cigarette and exhaled slow, smoke curling between her lips, drifting up into the thick, still air. Her gaze didn’t leave you.

You looked back at her.

She jerked her chin toward the open garage door. “Wanna go inside?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is your dad not home?”

She shook her head, flicking ash onto the driveway. “Won’t be back ‘til after ten.”

That was all she said. All she needed to say.

You followed her up the short path, through the garage and into the kitchen—quiet, dark except for the fridge light humming in the corner. She didn’t say much as you trailed her down the narrow hallway, passing family photos and old boots lined up like they hadn’t moved in years.

Her room was at the end of the hall. Small, neat, exactly how you imagined it. The bed was made. A bass guitar leaned against the wall. Posters tacked up with care—some old, some torn at the corners. A shelf lined with books you didn’t expect, and a laundry basket that was only half full.

You stood in the middle of it all, smoke still lingering on your fingers, taking her in.

Ellie tossed her hoodie onto the desk chair and flopped down on the bed, one leg bent, leaning back on her elbows. “You can sit,” she offered, but didn’t look at you when she said it.

You glanced around again before perching on the edge of her bed.

“What, no handcuffs hanging on the wall?” you teased, eyeing the clean lines and color-coded notes on her corkboard.

Ellie snorted. “Yeah, I keep those in the other room.”

You looked at her, and this time, she looked right back.

Your eyes caught hers a little too long. Her jaw shifted like she was about to say something else, but didn’t. Instead, she sat up straighter, ran a hand through her auburn hair, and let it fall back into place.

“What?” she asked, voice low.

You shrugged, but your mouth betrayed you with a grin. “Nothing. You’re just... not what I thought.”

“Oh yeah?” she said, eyes narrowing slightly. “And what did you think?”

You tilted your head, letting your knee touch hers just barely. “Boring.”

Ellie didn’t move away. “And now?”

You reached up slowly, plucked the still-warm cigarette from between her fingers, took one last pull, then stubbed it out in the tin tray on her nightstand.

“Now I’m not so sure.”

You didn’t really know who moved first. Maybe it was both of you. Maybe it didn’t matter.

All you knew was that her hand was on your thigh, and your mouth was on hers.

The kiss wasn’t sweet. It was warm, sharp around the edges, like you'd both been circling the same thought for too long. She kissed like she was trying not to, like she still wasn’t sure if this was a mistake.

You didn’t care.

You leaned in harder. Let her pull you closer by the waistband of your skirt. Her other hand gripped the side of your neck, thumb resting just under your jaw.

[erenists]

Dont wanna fall inlove. | E.Y x Blackfem!reader. WC: 6.3k

synopsis:

“Yeah yeah yeah heard u gotta boyfriend that’s cool girl where is he at?”

After a argument with your douchey boyfriend at a party you run into Eren Yeager and end up leaving with him.. what was supposed to be a little hang out unravels into something more. 

warnings: MDNI 18+ Smut, Overstimulation (f!receiving), fingering, heavy makeouts, praising, Eren hits it raw (dw girlies on birth control no kiddos over here!!) Eren calls you Pretty girl, gorgeous and ma, after care! Reader and her bf break up!! Erens the better option always anyways ;), Mentions of weed and sex. N word usage once or twice.

Not proofread

"fuck you." You mutter at your boyfriends face after catching him all buddy buddy with the girl he specifically told you not to worry about. ""Don’t be like that, baby. She’s just a friend, come on…" Your boyfriend says reaching to touch you but you back away. "nah don’t fucking touch me nigga. you're a whole weirdo " your face has a disgusted expression on as you start to back away. "whatever go calm yourself down or something I'll come find you later"

You just keep looking at him with disgust, no way he thinks you're actually leaving with him? is he crazy or dumb.

You sigh to yourself before walking away to the kitchen to get yourself a much needed drink. you can see that same girl going back to giggling with your boyfriend from a far. shes such a slut.

"Woah, that’s a little vulgar, hm?"

You jump, heart skipping a beat as you whirl around. A tall guy stands behind you, effortlessly leaning against the counter. His hair’s tied into a loose bun, chestnut brown and smooth like silk. His eyes—green, almost glowing—watch you with mild amusement.

"God, you scared me," you breathe. "I didn’t mean to say that out loud..."

"You did," he grins, holding out a red cup. "Here—figured you needed one."

You take it, brushing his fingers accidentally.

"Thanks..."

"Eren," he says, still watching you. "What about you, pretty girl?"

You stare up at him and you can feel your cheeks growing warm, thank god the lights are dim and when you blush its never noticible. at least that what you believed because somehow Eren read right through you? "You dont need to be shy sweetheart — swear I dont bite.. unless you're into that" He playfully flirts winking at that last part making you giggle.

"My name's 𐙚˙⋆.˚, nice to meet you." You look up at him, taking a sip from your red solo cup, then grimace at the taste. Holy shit. This is like 90% alcohol, 10% fruit punch.

Eren laughs at your expression.

"I should have warned you the drinks are really strong here" You nod as you can clearly tell.

"may I ask whos such a slut by the way?" He asks and you make eye contact with him before sighing and lookng where your boyfriend and that same girl were, you could feel your eye twitch.

"Some girl my boyfriend told me not to worry about it.. clearly I do though." You mumble and surprisngly Eren still hears you even with all the music blasting.

"you got a boyfriend That's cool, girl, where is he at?" He says looking around for him before you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Dont bother looking for him, that niggas such a weirdo who the fuck ditches their girlfriend at a party to talk to some girl in his class." you're practically fuming at the thought of your boyfriend and that girl again.

"Man im sorry about that — cmon follow me I got something to keep your mind off that shit." He starts walking off and you follow him even though you just met him you lowkey trust him.

Eren leads you both to the basement where it seems some of his friends are chilling in passing a blunt around. He daps up a guy with a grey buzzcut and one with short blonde hair.

"Guys this is 𐙚˙⋆.˚ " he presents you to everyone and you give a small wave, two girls one with brown hair tied in a ponytail and one with short black look at you and smile.

"Hii im sasha!!" the girl with brown hair beams the girl next to her has a small soft smile.

"Im Mikasa, Pleasure to meet you 𐙚˙⋆.˚ "

"Like wise!" You give a soft smile and Eren walks over to the free couch and pats the spot next to him.

"cmon sit down we're gonna smoke" Your eyes widen a little, you only just met him and now you're going to smoke with him, he moves a little fast huh.

You sit down and the couch sinks with you, You watch him take a blunt from the guys with the grey buzzcut. "Thats Connie by the way and the blondie next to him is Armin" Both of the guys flash you a smile which you return.

"Yo pass me a light"

"Bro I alway tell you to bring one for yourself you never listen" Connie reaches into his jean pockets handing Eren a Lighter.

“You’ve smoked before, right, gorgeous?” he asks, placing the blunt between his lips. He flicks the lighter, the flame catching as the tip starts to glow.

"A little im not a pro or anything but ive done it two or three times" He nods before taking a long hit and blowing it before passing it to you. You try to take what you think is a baby hit but you still had a little coughing fit.

"Woah woah, you okay? get her some water guys" Eren concerningly pats your back and you nod.

"Yeah im fine guess its just been a while.."

You take a small sip of water to wash down the burning in your throat, grimacing again.

Eren chuckles, leaning back into the couch, one arm lazily thrown across the back behind you. “You gotta pace yourself at these things, pretty girl.”

You shoot him a look. “You calling me that on purpose?”

He smirks, looking at you sideways. “Maybe.”

The room is thick with smoke now, laughter echoing around you as Sasha and Connie argue over what to watch next on the beat-up basement TV. But next to Eren, everything feels weirdly still.

“So,” he says after a beat, voice low, “what are you really doing here? I mean… with a guy who treats you like that?”

You blink. That hit harder than you expected. You look down at the solo cup in your hands, turning it slowly in your fingers.

“I guess I kept hoping he’d stop making me feel like shit,” you admit, voice barely above the music. “Stupid, right?”

Eren’s gaze softens. He doesn’t say ‘yes.’ He just leans in a little closer, his voice barely a whisper now.

“Not stupid. Just... trusting the wrong person.”

You look up at him, and for a second it feels like the room fades — the music, the yelling, even the taste of the alcohol. Just him. Looking at you like you’re the only thing worth seeing.

Your lips part slightly, unsure of what to say next. Eren doesn’t push, just leans back slowly into the couch again, letting the tension settle in the air like smoke. He hands you the blunt again, his fingers brushing yours on purpose this time. The touch sends a small spark up your spine.

You take it, more confidently this time, and inhale just enough to keep your lungs from rebelling again. You exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the low ceiling.

"You’re good at this," you murmur, passing it back to him.

"I’m good at a lot of things," he replies smoothly, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re trouble, huh?”

"Always," he says, not missing a beat. "But the fun kind."

Sasha laughs loudly at something Armin says across the room. Mikasa looks over at you and gives you a knowing glance, eyes flicking from you to Eren and then back. You feel your face heat again, but this time… you don’t mind it as much.

Eren leans closer, and his voice is lower now, softer — just for you.

“If he’s dumb enough to leave you alone at a party like this, he��s even dumber for thinking someone like me wouldn’t notice you.”

Your breath catches. The way he says it isn’t cocky — it’s honest. His green eyes hold yours like he’s daring you to look away first.

But before you can say anything, the basement door creaks open. Footsteps.

You glance up just in time to see him — your boyfriend — standing at the top of the stairs, scanning the room. His eyes land on you. Sitting next to Eren. Way too close. Laughing.

He starts coming down the stairs.

Your stomach twists.

Eren notices immediately, his playful energy shifting to something calm, sharp. Protective. He doesn’t move, but you feel his arm press a little closer behind your back, like he’s ready to step in if he has to.

“What’s the play, pretty girl?” he asks under his breath, his tone unreadable.

"Its fine let me handle it.." I get up and stay by the end of the stairs your arms crossed as you stare at your boyfriend with a glare.

“What are you doing down here? Especially with that guy?” he whisper-shouts. You roll your eyes.

"I dont care I clearly cant trust you to be by yourself so we're leaving" He grabs you wrist ready to drag you. "No the fuck we arent im not leaving with you" you pull trying to get out of his grip.

"I didnt fucking ask lets go" You're still struggling till you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Is everything okay here" Erens behind you shooting daggers with his eyes at your boyfriend.

"We are fine get your hands off my girl man" Your boyfriend huffs at Eren causing Eren to raise his eyebrow. "she clearly doesnt wanna leave so how about YOU get your hands off her'

"Or what?" Eren furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"excuse me?"

"Im asking you what the fuck you're going to do if I dont let go of MY girlfriend." Eren looks conflicted his tongue poking his inner cheek as he thinks his options, his eyes land on you and he shrugs deciding to fuck it.

— WHACK.

The loud sound can be heard over the music and Your boyfriend stumbles back holding his face. "need another one or are you good?" Eren places his hands into his pockets your boyfriends face is bleeding as your eyes widened. "F-fuck you dude! — you're fucking crazy, 𐙚˙⋆.˚ you can stay here I dont care anymore —we're fucking done" Instead of those words making you feel like you're being crushed you actually feel lighter and calmer as you turn away to check on Eren instead.

Though you only met him an hour ago you’re suddenly really caring towards him, "hey that was a hard punch is your hand...okay?" He looks down at you a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

"Im okay sweetheart..lets head back to the couch yeah?" You nod and follow him back to the couch.

"Eren.. what the fuck was that all about" Connies eyes are wide not just his but everyone elses.

"dont worry guys its taken care of"

Eren sits close, his arm resting on the back of the couch again, but this time he’s not smiling. Not smirking. Just breathing.

You glance over at him.

“Your hand’s really okay?” you ask again, voice softer this time.

He looks at you and nods once. “It’ll be sore tomorrow. Worth it.”

You bite your lip and look away. The room feels too big now, too full of eyes. You lean in, lowering your voice.

“I didn’t think he’d actually do that. Try to drag me out like that.”

Eren tilts his head slightly, his green eyes studying you. “Guys like that… they don’t show their full face until you’re already knee-deep in the mess.”

You sigh, your chest tightening. “Yeah. I think I’ve been trying not to see it.”

He nudges your knee gently with his. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I just didn’t like the way he put his hands on you. That’s not love.”

You blink, and for a second, you’re not sure what to say. You didn’t expect a random guy at a party — a hot stranger with a lazy grin and a sharp right hook — to say the exact thing you needed to hear.

“…Thank you,” you say quietly.

Eren turns toward you, finally giving you a small smile again. “Don’t thank me. Just… don’t go back to that, yeah?”

You nod slowly, your chest feeling a little lighter again. You’re quiet for a moment, then decide to ask something that’s been hovering in the back of your mind.

“Why’d you step in, though? You don’t even know me.”

Eren leans back slightly, his gaze still on you.

“Because I wanted to. And because maybe I want to get to know you now.”

Your cheeks flush again, and you look away, but you can’t hide the small smile on your lips.

Sasha suddenly leans over the couch. “Sooo… we’re still playing truth or dare, right?”

Connie groans. “We’re too old for that.”

“Shut up, Connie,” Sasha grins. “It’s fun. You guys in?”

Eren glances at you, smirking. “What do you think, pretty girl? Wanna play?”

You give a little shrug, glancing at Eren. “Sure, why not?”

Sasha claps her hands, clearly thrilled. “Okay! Let’s make this interesting—no boring truths and no backing out of dares. Deal?”

Everyone groans, but she already looks too excited for anyone to say no.

Connie lazily spins an empty beer can in the middle of the floor. “Alright, let’s go clockwise. Sasha, you start since this was your idea.”

Sasha grins. “Mikasa. Truth or dare?”

Mikasa sighs like she regrets sitting down, but she gives in. “Truth.”

Sasha leans forward like a kid with gossip. “Have you ever had a crush on someone in this room?”

Mikasa glances at Armin, who immediately turns red. “...Maybe.”

“OHHHHH!” Connie and Sasha yell at the same time. Mikasa hides her smile behind her cup.

The game keeps going — a few dares to take shots, a dumb dance, someone doing five push-ups on the floor — until the can lands on you.

“𐙚˙⋆.˚,” Connie says, eyes lighting up. “Truth or dare?”

You think for a second, the buzz from earlier still tingling in your chest. You look at Eren, then back at Connie. “Truth.”

Connie grins. “Would you ever date someone you just met?”

You raise a brow, immediately feeling Eren’s eyes on you. “Depends…”

“On what?” Sasha asks.

You smile, slow and sly. “If they’re worth getting to know.”

Eren’s smirk deepens, but he doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

Then the can spins again. And of course — it lands on him.

“Eren,” Armin grins. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Eren replies instantly, eyes still on you.

Armin glances between the two of you, catching the vibe. “I dare you to kiss someone in this room.”

Everyone whoops, and your heart leaps straight into your throat. Eren doesn’t hesitate. He turns toward you, voice low enough that only you can hear.

“May I?”

You don’t say anything at first — you just nod, barely. And then he leans in.

It’s not rushed. Not dramatic. Just soft, slow, and a little too tender for something that’s supposed to be a game. His lips are warm and his hand brushes the side of your jaw, just enough to make your skin buzz.

When he pulls back, you swear the room spins for a second.

Sasha fake-fans herself. “Okayyy… y’all didn’t have to kiss like it was a movie scene!”

You laugh, but your heart is racing. Eren leans close again, whispering just for you.

“Told you I was good at a lot of things.”

The group’s still buzzing from the kiss. Sasha’s practically squealing into Mikasa’s shoulder, and Connie’s already calling Eren a “cheat code” for going straight in like that. You laugh it off, trying to play it cool, but your cheeks are burning, and your heart won’t chill out.

Eren leans closer, speaking just loud enough to cut through the chaos.

“Wanna get some air?”

You nod, grateful for the excuse. “Yeah.”

You both slip away from the circle, Eren quietly grabbing a hoodie off the arm of a chair before leading you up the stairs. The music from upstairs is still thumping, but it’s muffled now — like the night’s settling down too.

Outside, the air is crisp and quiet. The front porch is dimly lit, and the street is empty, lit by soft orange streetlights. You wrap your arms around yourself instinctively.

Eren shrugs off his hoodie without a word and gently drapes it over your shoulders. It’s warm, smells like a mix of weed, cologne, and something uniquely him.

You look up at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t have to punch your ex either,” he says with a small smile. “Guess I’m just full of surprises.”

You laugh, and for a second, everything feels light again.

You both lean on the porch railing, side by side.

After a moment, he breaks the silence. “You okay?”

You pause, then nod slowly. “Yeah. Weirdly… I think I am.”

“You were really calm back there. Most people would’ve been a mess after that.”

You look down at your hands. “I’ve cried enough over him. I’m just tired of feeling stupid.”

Eren’s quiet for a moment, then says, “You’re not stupid. You were just giving someone a chance they didn’t deserve.”

You glance at him, surprised by the softness in his tone.

“I don’t really do this kind of thing,” you admit. “Going to parties, meeting strangers, kissing guys I barely know…”

He smirks, bumping his shoulder into yours gently. “So I’m special then?”

You roll your eyes, trying not to smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Eren leans a little closer, his voice dipping low again. “Too late.”

You both laugh, and the silence after feels comfortable this time.

He shifts to look at you, the porch light catching in his eyes.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “About wanting to get to know you.”

You look at him, surprised again by how genuine he sounds. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hand brushes yours — not holding it, just close enough that you could close the gap if you wanted. “If you’re up for it.”

You pause for a second… then let your pinky link with his.

“I’m up for it.”

The porch falls quiet again, your pinkies still loosely linked. There’s something grounding about it. You don’t even realize how tightly wound you’d been until now, standing in the dark next to this boy with sharp green eyes and a surprisingly gentle soul.

“I should probably text my roommate,” you mumble, glancing at your phone. You left so quickly, you didn’t check anything.

The screen lights up: 5 missed calls. 2 texts from “Baby ❤️”

Your stomach drops a little, but you don’t open the messages.

Eren notices the shift in your face immediately. “Its him?”

You nod, locking the screen without replying. “He’s probably just realizing I’m not crawling back.”

Eren scoffs under his breath, “Guy doesn’t get it.”

You give him a sideways look. “And what do you get?”

He meets your gaze, serious again. “That people don’t owe you their forgiveness. Or their silence. Or their time.”

There’s something behind those words. You can feel it.

You tilt your head. “That sounded personal.”

He shrugs, looking away. “Yeah, well. I’ve been the guy messing up before. Not like that, but… enough to know what regret feels like.”

The air hangs between you for a second. You want to ask more, but he shifts his weight and smiles again, gentler this time.

“Not tonight, though. Tonight’s not about that.”

You nod slowly, and the weight in your chest lightens again. You're about to say something else when the porch light flickers — and a black car slowly rolls by the front of the house, headlights off.

You both notice it.

Eren straightens up a little. “That him?”

You squint. Hard to tell — but you wouldn’t put it past your ex to pull something petty or creepy. “I don’t know. I can’t tell.”

The car disappears down the street without stopping.

Eren watches it go, jaw tense for a moment before relaxing. “Come on. Let’s get back inside. Just in case.”

You nod, and he keeps close beside you, hand brushing yours again.

When you step back into the warm, dim house, Sasha immediately grins from the couch. “Aww, look who’s back. Was it romantic? Did he confess his undying love? Did you cry under the moonlight?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “We were gone for five minutes.”

“Five minutes is enough to fall in love if you do it right,” she winks, then adds, “Mikasa said that.”

“I did not say that,” Mikasa mumbles from her spot, sipping a water bottle.

Connie flops dramatically. “God, now they’re gonna be insufferable. Someone spin the bottle again before I start feeling emotions.”

You stretch your legs out a bit, glancing around at the half-asleep group and the mess of empty cups and snack bowls. The basement’s grown stuffy, and now that the adrenaline’s fading, your body feels heavy with exhaustion.

You lean over slightly, voice low. “Hey… I think I’m ready to go.”

Eren straightens, looking at you. “You good?”

“Yeah, just kinda done for the night.”

He nods once, then pulls out his phone. “Cool. I’ll walk you out — I didn’t drive but I can call a car.”

You both stand, careful not to step over Sasha’s outstretched legs. She mumbles something in her sleep that makes Mikasa roll her eyes fondly.

You give the room a small wave, murmuring quiet goodbyes, and follow Eren upstairs.

The house is quieter now. Lights are low, music’s faded into background noise, and the air outside feels like a breath of clarity after all the noise. You walk together to the curb, where Eren pulls out his phone and orders a ride.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels a little while you wait.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks softly, glancing at you under the streetlight.

You nod. “Yeah. Tonight was… weird. But I feel good now. Lighter, I guess.”

He smiles at that. “Good. You deserve to feel that way.”

The car pulls up slowly, headlights cutting through the quiet street. Eren opens the door for you like it’s second nature.

You pause before getting in, looking up at him.

“Do you wanna come with me?” you ask. Not flirty. Not forced. Just real. “You don’t have to stay long. I just… kinda don’t wanna be alone right now.”

Eren studies you for a second. No teasing smirk. Just that same unreadable look from earlier — something thoughtful in the way his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah,” he says finally. “I’ll come.”

You smile, sliding into the back seat. Eren follows, sitting beside you as the door clicks shut.

The car pulls off into the night, and you glance over at him.

He’s already looking at you.

You don’t say anything — you just hold his gaze, and slowly, your hand finds his again.

This time, he doesn’t wait. He laces your fingers together.

The car approaches your house and you both thank the driver before getting out. "well.. we're here!" you walk up to your front door and unlock it letting both of you inside. You both here a Jingle of bells before you see your cat prancing to you, You instantly smile crouching down to pet your ginger baby.

" hii Nami babyy" you coo as she rubs on you Erens softly smiling while watching you. "Sorry, this is my cat Nami" You notice him watching and Immediately apologize. "No need to apologize I didnt mind this was a cute interaction to witness" He smirks and you giggle before shaking your head. "do you want anything to eat!?" He shakes his head "Nah gorgeous im good.." You nod and decide to lead him to your room "cmon follow me."

You both walk up your stairs and walk into your room, your led a dim light pink, Eren chuckles when he sees your bed full of stuffed animals. "Oh my gosh sorry um I sorta have an obsession with thesee little stuffies" You say slightly embarassed.

"No dont apologize — its cute.." You blush at that plopping down on your bed and pat the spot next to you. Eren plops down right beside you and just stares.

"What..? is there.. something on my face..?" You ask a little confused as to why hes just staring at you without saying anything, he shakes his head looking away. "No you're just stunning couldnt help to stare." You playfully push him.

"God, you're such a flirt for someone I just met" You giggle and he laughs with you.

"What can I say, I know what I want..." You smile before you both lock eyes slightly leaning into him.

"What're you leaning in for.. tryna kiss me?" His eyes are low as he stares at you you cant tell what expression is in his eyes but it makes you sorta shiver. "Maybe..." "then what're you waiting for" He slightly smirks and you finish leaning connecting your lips together.

Your lips move against his slowly at first, gentle and testing — like you're both figuring out how much you can take before losing control. But the second his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, the pace shifts.

It deepens. Quickly.

Eren kisses like he’s been waiting all night for this — no hesitation, all heat. His other hand finds your jaw, tilting your face just slightly so he can kiss you deeper, his fingers warm against your skin.

You gasp softly against his mouth, and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips, slow and deliberate. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer without even thinking.

He leans forward, guiding you gently onto your back, and your stuffed animals tumble off the bed around you — but neither of you care. He hovers over you for a second, just looking down at you, his lips pink and parted, his breath shallow.

“You sure about this?” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse like he’s fighting to keep control.

You nod, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. “Yeah… I want you.”

That’s all he needs.

He kisses you again, hungrier this time, and his hands start exploring — one slipping under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your bare skin like he’s memorizing every inch.

You let out a soft sigh into the kiss, your hands sliding under his shirt, and he groans when your fingertips drag across his abs.

Clothes start coming off in pieces — slowly, teasingly. His shirt is first, tossed to the floor. Then yours, carefully peeled off. His lips find the curve of your neck, and your back arches as he kisses a trail down your collarbone, warm and patient.

“God,” he breathes, looking at you like you're the only thing in the world right now. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”

And then his lips are on you again — softer now, but just as intense.

Eren’s mouth trails along your jaw, down your neck, every kiss slower than the last — like he’s savoring you, memorizing the way you taste, the way you respond. His hand slips along the side of your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your shorts.

You shiver under his touch, breath catching.

“Still good?” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, fingers curling into his hair. “Mhm… don’t stop.”

He chuckles low, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Wasn’t planning to.”

With one hand, he gently tugs your shorts down, his eyes locked on yours as he slides them off with practiced ease. His fingers return, teasing the edge of your panties now — slow, featherlight touches that make you press your thighs together instinctively.

Eren notices. “Sensitive already?”

His voice is teasing but laced with something else — admiration, maybe. Desire.

You nod again, breathless. “You’re driving me crazy…”

“Good,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear.

Then his fingers finally slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, moving lower until—

Your hips twitch when his fingertips graze your center. He groans softly, like just touching you is turning him on more.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet…”

His words are low and rough, and you can’t help the way your body responds — arching slightly, silently begging for more.

He takes his time, sliding one finger through your folds, slowly testing your reaction. Then another. His pace is gentle but firm, curling his finger just right.

Your moan slips out before you can stop it, and his lips find yours again, swallowing every sound as his rhythm builds.

He kisses you like he wants to distract you from the way his fingers are working you open, slow and deep. Your body trembles under his touch, breath hitching with each curl, each press of his thumb against just the right spot.

Your hands grip the sheets, toes curling as the tension starts to build in your stomach. He knows — he can feel it in the way your thighs tighten, the way your breathing changes.

“Let go, ma,” he whispers against your mouth, voice wrecked. “Come for me.”

And when you finally do, your body arches into him, lips parting in a soft cry as waves of heat pulse through you. He holds you through it, still kissing you, his fingers slowing as you come down.

You blink up at him after a moment, flushed and breathless.

"E-Eren" You whimper and he looks at you "Yes ma? what do you need hm?" He kisses along your neck and you sigh. "N-need you.."

"Yeah baby?? You need me — where do you need me ma hm?" Hes leaving marks on your neck as his fingertrail. he taps on your clit.

"need me here mama?? or.." you whine as his finger trails down going inside you again and curling up into you. "Or here..?"

You nod rapidly, hips grinding down against his hand, already feeling the heat coil again in your stomach. He chuckles low, clearly amused by how sensitive you’ve gotten — how needy you are for him.

"You're so responsive, baby," he whispers against your throat, pressing a kiss just beneath your ear. “Didn’t even need to do much and look at you…”

His fingers curl again, slow but deliberate, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your whole body jolt. You gasp, arching into him, and he doesn’t stop this time — doesn’t let you catch your breath. His fingers stay inside, stroking just right while his thumb circles your clit again, light but insistent.

“E-Eren—” Your voice cracks as your legs begin to tremble. It’s too much. You’re already on edge again, and he knows it.

“Oh? You gonna come again, pretty girl?” His voice is teasing, but there’s heat behind it — something almost possessive. “You can take it, can’t you?”

You nod, barely able to form words. “Y-Yeah… please— don’t stop…”

"That's it," he murmurs, picking up the pace just a little. His fingers move faster, thumb rolling tight circles that make you cry out. “Such a good girl… falling apart so easy for me.”

Your second orgasm crashes into you harder than the first, taking your breath with it. Your body shudders violently, and he holds you through it — lips brushing yours, murmuring praises between kisses.

But he doesn’t stop.

Even as your body twitches, even as your thighs try to squeeze shut, he keeps going — fingers slow again but deep, stroking that sensitive spot while your clit still pulses with aftershocks.

“E-Eren— wait, I—” You whimper, voice high and breathless.

“I know, baby… it’s a lot, huh?” He smirks against your jaw, but his voice is gentle, coaxing. “But you can take one more, yeah? Just one more for me.”

He kisses you slow, his other hand brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face as his fingers keep working you, building you up again — slow, merciless, deliberate.

And even through the haze, through the overstimulation, through the trembling and soft pleas — your body wants it. Craves it. You feel the pressure building again, impossibly fast this time, sharp and overwhelming.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips against your ear. “Come for me again, just like that. Let me feel you fall apart, mama.”

And you do — harder than before, your back arching off the bed, a cry breaking from your throat as you fall into that third wave, dizzy and gasping, body barely able to handle it.

Eren holds you the whole time, slowing his touch only when your breath starts to steady, his lips pressing soft kisses to your jaw, your cheek, your shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice warm and low. “You did so good for me…” Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your skin flushed and glistening under the soft pink light. Eren’s fingers finally ease out of you, and you can’t stop the little whimper that escapes your lips at the sudden emptiness. He brings his fingers to his mouth without thinking, eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean.

"Goddamn," he mutters, like he’s trying to keep himself together. "You taste so fucking good."

You watch, dazed, your body still trembling from everything he just pulled out of you, but your eyes are hungry — wanting more, needing more.

“Eren,” you whisper, voice soft but desperate. “I want you inside me…”

That look in his eyes darkens instantly. Like a switch flipped.

“You sure?” he asks, already leaning in, his voice rough and low. “I need to hear it, baby.”

You nod, but then you pull him close, lips brushing his. “Yes. I need you. Please.”

That’s all it takes.

His mouth is back on yours, this time rougher, needier — no teasing now. Just hunger. You feel him tug your shirt up, his hands hot and eager on your skin. You lift your arms without thinking, letting him strip you down completely. His shirt follows, and the second your skin meets his, you both sigh.

Your body fits against his like puzzle pieces, all heat and urgency.

Eren kisses down your chest, slow but firm, worshipful even as the tension builds again. When he finally pulls his jeans off, you get your first real look at him — and your breath catches in your throat. He’s big, thick, and already hard, his tip glistening as he strokes himself slowly, eyes watching every twitch of your body.

“You still good?” he asks one more time, voice strained.

“Eren,” you beg, spreading your legs, pulling him closer by the waistband of his boxers. “I need you. Now.”

That’s all he needs.

He lines himself up and slowly pushes in, eyes locked on yours the entire time. The stretch burns in the best way, your mouth falling open as you take him inch by inch. He hisses through his teeth, gripping your waist tight like he’s holding himself back from just slamming into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good… so tight, baby…”

You can’t respond — your mind is swimming in heat and the ache of being full. He starts to move, slow at first, rolling his hips in deep, dragging thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you. You cling to him, nails digging into his back, already moaning his name like a prayer.

He starts to pick up the pace, every thrust sharper now, every sound between you louder and messier. Skin on skin. Breathless moans. The creak of the bed. It all blends into one perfect rhythm.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groans, thrusting deeper. “You were made for this, huh? For me?”

You can barely answer, too gone, too wrapped up in the pleasure that keeps building and building again. But your body speaks for you — clenching around him, dragging him deeper.

“Come with me, baby,” he pants, leaning his forehead against yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “Let’s come together…”

And when that final wave crashes down on you — it’s everything. Your body tightens, back arching, as you cry out his name. He follows right after, hips jerking, moaning against your skin as he spills inside you, deep and warm and overwhelming.

Your room is quiet now, save for the hum of your breathing as it slowly settles. The air smells like skin, sweat, and something sweet lingering in the space between you two. Eren's still holding you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other brushing lazy fingers through your hair like he’s trying to memorize how it feels.

You’re pressed against his chest, your legs tangled with his, your skin still warm from everything you shared.

For a while, neither of you speaks. There's no need to — everything is quiet and soft and full in a way that says more than words could. His heart is beating against your cheek, a steady rhythm that makes you feel safe.

“You okay?” he murmurs finally, voice raspier now, but gentler too — all the teasing gone.

You nod against him. “Yeah… better than okay.”

He smiles, fingers still moving in your hair. “Good. You were incredible.”

You giggle softly, a little shy under the compliment, and he just chuckles, clearly enjoying the sound. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering.

Your cat, Nami, jumps up onto the bed, stretching her paws and curling up beside you like she knows this moment’s tender. Eren gently reaches out to scratch behind her ears.

“She approves,” you mumble sleepily.

“Guess that makes me lucky,” he says, his voice low again, but not with heat this time — with something quieter. Something more real.

He shifts a little, tucking a blanket over the both of you, pulling you closer. His body is warm, solid, and familiar now in a way that makes you melt.

"You don't have to go, you know," you whisper without thinking, not wanting this to end yet.

He glances down at you with a small smile. “I wasn’t planning to.”

You smile back, your fingers brushing along his chest, tracing soft circles on his skin. The energy between you shifts from passionate to peaceful, and you both settle into the kind of silence that feels right — like the night is wrapping around you, and for once, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

A/n: I hope you guys likes this!! I might make a part two of this ;) so lmk if you guys want it ill be working on other stuff too like caught on camera part two and possibly a geto fic!! I might make a short drabble today too!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

When Summoned: Yaaaawn, sooo sleepy... But it's a waste to keep sleeping! I think I'll roll around in bed some more.

Summon Line: Since it's my birthday, that means I can pretty much get away with askin' for whatever I want, right? Wonder what I should get my roommates to do for me...

Groooovy!!: No way, I overslept!? No way I can hit up the school with bedhead on my birthday of all days!

Home: Whew, now I'm feelin' fresh～

Swap Looks: Guess I'ma go wash m'face...

Home Idle 1: I couldn't find the shirt I was gonna wear tomorrow, but it ended up being mixed in with my roommate's stuff. Annoyin' how that happens sometimes.

Home Idle 2: Ruggie-senpai forced some vegetable seeds into my hands. He said I better share some with him when I harvest 'em... Would this even grow that much?

Home Idle 3: You wanna know about this hoodie? I bought it at a clothing shop in Foothill Town. It's pretty comfy, and also perfect to wear as loungewear, don'tcha think?

Home Idle - Login: Don't birthday mornings just feel special? I'm so jazzed I even get really into doin' up my hair!

Home Idle - Groovy: Kalim-senpai threw me a huge party as a celebration even though I'm not in Scarabia... Maaan, he's always so insanely nice!

Home Tap 1: Sometimes I'll play darts or card games with my roommates. 'Though, there's one loud-mouthed, thick-headed idiot that's always gettin' in the way!

Home Tap 2:I can't even imagine what kind of present Malleus-senpai could pick for me～ I guess I got nothing to lose by asking him... Nah, never mind.

Home Tap 3: I got softer hair, so I get bedhead super easily. Man, I've been late so many times 'cause of it!

Home Tap 4: I was messin' with Sebek, pushing his buttons and sayin' he probably sucks at gift-giving, when he shouted, "I'll show you what I can really do!" Ahaha, oh, I totally can't wait to see what he comes up with～

Home Tap 5: Eh, my hair's sticking out in the back!? Ugh, seriously? I thought I fixed it up. Guess I'll hafta fix it up in a flash during break.

Home Tap - Groovy: You like my taste in loungewear? I knew you'd get me. And see, I even picked these sandals in the same color to give it an overall coordinated look!

Duo: [ACE]: Can't wait to see how you'll celebrate with me, Kalim-senpai! [KALIM]: Let's dance, sing, and party hard, Ace!

Birthday Login Message: Oh hey, did you come to celebrate my birthday? Nice timing, we just finished morning basketball practice! My clubmates all wished me a happy birthday, too. Jamil-senpai said it as soon as he saw me, and by some miracle, Floyd-senpai gave me a very normal birthday greeting. I'm sure glad he was in a good mood～ Oh, hey. We should hit the Mystery Shop between classes. ...Hm? Why're you tensin' up? Huuuh? C'mon, I didn't say nothing about treating me, now diiid I? Hehe, see you later～

Requested by @thelonepearl.

[tinylilacbun]

Rafe from s2 two, with the sweetest reader, who is completely crazy about the idea of nedding to be in control of *something* in his life, and little reader being his safe place because he gets to take care of her, he is going al psycho and just about to act impulsive again but then he remembers he has her, so everything is going to be fine, he tells himself🤧

Rafe stands on the balcony, pressing the balls of his hands into his eyes to stop himself from crying after just hearing from his dad how 'he fucked up everything'.

"Man up..." He mutters to himself, a choked sob escaping him.

His attention gets drawn to a phone dinging nearby multiple times, glancing to his left he sees Wheezie's phone laying on a table. After checking that no one's there he walks over to grab the phone, looking at all the messages from an unknown number.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who it is, his anger and frustration building up again. Sarah, the golden child. Every time it's about her and it pisses him off. This whole ordeal with his dad a few minutes ago was, again, just because of her.

A moment of hesitation passes as he thinks about confronting Sarah, to make sure she keeps her mouth shut about everything that happened. He's about to message her back over Wheezie's phone but he stops, he isn't in the right mind to act rational and this could all go south quickly knowing that somehow Sarah always manages to rile him up simply for just existing.

"No, no..." He mumbles, erasing what was about to send and delete the messages all together, blocking the number he places the phone back on the table.

Rafe steps back again just in time as Wheezie comes out. "Have you seen my phone?"

"What?" He turns to her.

"Have you seen my phone?" She repeats and Rafe sighs, acting all nonchalant.

"No I haven't seen your damn phone."

She groans and is about to leave, stopping in the doorway. "Oh, and Y/n is here. Said she'll wait in your room."

He visibly relaxes at the mere mention of your name, nodding his head he walks past his sister. "Thanks."

He makes his way to his room, opening the door and quickly locking it behind him his gaze softens the moment his eyes lock with yours, your bright smile and the happiness radiating off you just by seeing him.

"Hey baby." He smiles a little, striding over to you he cups your face in his large hands, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "What y'doing here, hm?"

You frown at him. "You forget? You said we make disney night today..."

"Nah, 'course I didn't forget. It's- I was just wondering that you're here so early. Even went to get your favorite snacks yesterday." He says, letting go of your face he walks over to the dresser and opens a drawer, pulling out various snacks and throwing them on the bed beside you.

Rafe chuckles at your wide eyes from seeing all the sugar, knowing he'll have one hell of an energetic little on his hands but he couldn't care less right now. Your happiness is all he needs right now.

You're practically his therapy, it's funny how regressing is your type of dealing with all the stuff you go or went through but somehow heal him as well by letting him take care of you and making him feel appreciated for the things he does, unlike his dad.

The only thing he hasn't messed up yet surprisingly is his relationship with you. You're still looking at him like he's the only person on the planet, the only one you can run to when things get rough and Rafe relishes in that fact. It makes him have control of at least something.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when he hears you talk to him, holding up a bag of gummy worms. "Help pwease."

With a smile he walks over to stand in front of you again, taking the bag and ripping it open, dropping a few worms onto your awaiting palm before popping one in his mouth as well.

"So, what should we watch first?" He asks, grabbing the remote from his bedside he lays down beside you with his arm behind his head.

"Mmm...Beauty and the Beast!" You grin.

"A'ight, whatever the princess wants." He searches for the movie, huffing out a breath when you collapse beside him, letting you snuggle into his side with your lamb plushie tucked under your arm.

As the movie starts playing he wraps an arm around you, his cheek pressed against your head. "Y'know I love you, right? More than anything..."

You lift your head to look at him. "I love you too daddy. Mm, more than my lamb."

"Damn, that's...that's gotta mean something."

As long as he has you by his side everything will be alright, in his eyes at least.

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MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 0.9k WARNINGS: explicit sexual content | f!reader | established relationship | daddy kink | mild dacryphilia | size difference

JJ MAYBANK's no stranger to being called "daddy." It's practically one of the only things you wanna call him in bed, and something about it just hits. Maybe it's his own raging daddy issues, or the fact it signifies an authority figure, someone to look to. JJ likes calling the shots, and who better to call shots than Daddy? Before you'd introduced that petname to him, using it as a taunt was pretty common. In the midst of a fight, he'd tease his opponent with a little beckoning: "Tha's right, come to Daddy." If a variation was in order, he wasn't a stranger to switching it out for "Papa."

He didn't take into account how far it could go though. Addressing him as your daddy was commonplace, but while he's working on his bike, he gets introduced to something different.

"Pass me that, will you, duchess?" he asks, brows furrowed at the metal in concentration. He holds out his hand for you, and you walk while you read a little paperback book. The spine is weathered.

You hum confirmation, and toe over, plucking his tool from its location. Its hefty weight causes it to drop into his palm more than you meant to, but your focus is still on reading. "Here you go, pa."

He registers your words, and slows to a halt. Unlike him, you're invested in your story, index fingernail toying with your lip unconsciously. The crease in his brow deepens, tilting his head. "Uh," Looking at you through an eye because of the sun glare, upper lip raising to the corner of his nose like a curtain. "What was that, sugar?"

"Hm?" you question, raising your brows in question as you respond to his gaze with your own. "What'd I say?" You're not entirely sure what had occurred, the fresh words from your page still echoing in your mind.

"Called me 'pa.'" he reminds you, his twinge of southern twang apparent in his phrase. Unable to hold your eye contact, he glances down at the tool he fidgets with in his lap, picking off some dirt.

"I did?" In disbelief, you frown, a hint of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking—"

He shakes his head. Minutely disappointed you didn't double down. "No, s'fine. S'fine." He pouts his lips, and twitches his nose when he sniffs, scratching it with the back of his hand. "No big deal, sweet pea, I don't mind it." He returns to his bike.

Later on, he doesn't let you get away with playing dumb. "What was it that you called me earlier?" His arms shake with effort, holding himself over your head as his hips rock into you, your legs folded up on either side of him. "Huh? Duchess?"

"JJ!" you chide, but it comes out in a sultry whine, your body bobbing with his movements as his dick lodges all up in your insides. "What are you talking about?" There you go playing dumb, and he won't have it. Callused hand slots itself in the crook of your knee, hooking your leg over his shoulder to stretch you out. You yelp when his head hits a new and deeper angle inside you.

"Nah, nah, don't be like that." he snickers breathlessly. "What'd you call me earlier? Know you wanna say it. Lemme hear it, bae, c'mon," He goads you, and you can tell his accent is more defined at a time like this. It's mouth-watering. Or his long cock rearranging your insides is.

His blonde curls fall into your face as he looks down, watching your cunt slurp him up while you cry out each full sheath. Moans are practically shoved out of you, like there's no room to keep them inside when he buries himself to the balls in your little cunt. Worsening his pace, slapping skin on skin because you're not obeying him.

"JJ, it hurts! It hurts!" you sob, clutching onto the fabric of his side slit shirt he still wears. He pushes your hand off of him, picking himself up to sit on his knees. He tucks the hem of his top between his teeth, displaying his contracting abs as he gets into position. Briefly, you're granted a reprieve, but that's only because he's switching things up on you, slotting his hands under your hip bones to raise you, biceps swelling from the action. Desperately, you catch your ragged breath, until he handles you back onto his dick. He doesn't reintroduce you to inch after inch, no, he bottoms out straight away, plunging his length into you while yanking you into it. You thought it was hell before, now you're near tears, mindlessly reaching out to him as if to wordlessly ask for a breather.

He keeps his hardened concentration where your bodies conjoin, a ring of cream forming around his base, and he scoffs through his nose. You thrash, but you're spasming around him. "Guess this pussy can take some abuse, huh?" he asks rhetorically, muffled by the shirt between his teeth. "So squirmy. She's flexible, I'll give her that. How's about it, baby, wanna tell me now?"

You fist bangs against his forearm, taut from his hold on you, fingers digging into your flesh as you fight him. "Pa! Pa, please! Ugh, you're so mean!"

He drops his shirt so he can speak clearer, "Yeah, but your Pa fucks you good, huh? Right? Pa fucks you nice, and good." Deliberately, he rolls his abdomen, and in turn, pistoning his cock into you in way that has your lashes fluttering. His movements, forcing himself to be slow and steady, causes him to shake from effort, every muscle flexed as he fucks you. Your leg still haphazardly thrown over his shoulder, and he feels your own tremble travel from your core to your toes. "Say it. Say it or I swear I'll tear you in two."

"You fuck me good, pa, you fuck me nice and good. Nobody does it like you, daddy, I swear."

[jjsbaby]

rafe wouldn’t say he’s a jealous person. cause he’s not! he’s protective maybe but jealous is a stretch. but still. here he is staring at you while you chat up some pogue.

rafe sees the guy place a hand on your waist and that’s when he loses it. he completely forgets about whatever the fuck topper is talking to him about and storms over to you.

“hi rafey!” you greet him, genuinely clueless about what’s going on. “i missed you!” you look up towards him, seeing him shooting daggers at the poor boy who made the mistake of flirting with you. “get your fucking hands off her and maybe i’ll pay you five bucks to clean the room when im done with her.”

you look at him for a moment, shock etched across your features. “rafe?” he looks down at you, a dark look in his eyes as he puts his hands on your waist. “can’t just let anyone touch you, ya know? what’re people gonna think hm?” he grabs your chin and pulls you into his space, making eye contact while his lips hover above yours. it’s not a violent movement in itself, but it is intoxicating.

he leads you up the stairs, a tight grip on your waist as he parades you around. “gonna have to show everyone who you belong to, babe. can’t have any of these idiots thinking that they have a chance.” he growls into your ear, leading you into a bathroom and caging you against the sink.

as soon as the door shuts, his mouth is on you. practically devouring everything he can while his grip only tightens. you lean over to lock the door but before you have the opportunity, he grabs your hand and holds it behind you. “nah, leave it unlocked.” he says before turning you around and pushing your back down against the sink counter. you’re watching him in the mirror as he slaps your ass as he pulls your dress up.

“you always get this wet with me baby?” he asks cockily, knowing the answer. you whine as you feel him trail a finger down your slit over your underwear. he leans down as he pulls them down your legs, letting his breath run over your pussy. you shiver slightly before you feel him spit on it. “fuck rafe.” you jump slightly, your legs twitching with anticipation. “what? you don’t like it?” he asks, faux sympathy in his voice as you can hear his belt hit the ground.

you feel him thrust into you with no warning and you whine, your chest dropping to the counter as you push back to meet his thrusts. he speeds up and you throw your head back in a moan. “this is what that dirty pogue could never do. i-i’m the only one that can slut you out like this.” he grunts, some of the words fading out as he fucks into you.

“god rafe, yes! you’re the only one ever!” you can see his smirk in the mirror as he grabs onto your hips and pulls you into him, making him go deeper everytime. “let everyone hear then. tell them all how good daddy fucks you.” he groans out, feeling you tighten around him as he speaks. “rafe-fuck. daddy! ‘m gonna cum please please.” you moan as you try and make eye contact with him through the mirror.

he can feel you tightening around him as you get closer and he picks up the pace. he begins circling your clit, leaning down to speak in your ear. “cum for me. show me how good i fuck you.” he growls before straightening back up. he continues for a moment before your release comes. you scream out his name, louder than the music outside and that’s enough for him.

rafe pumps into you a couple of times before his release hits him too. he finishes inside of you, allowing his cum to coat your walls. he leans down and leaves a chaste kiss on your shoulder, signaling that he’s done as he leans down and helps you put your underwear back on. “don’t lose any.” he says when you stand all the way back up. he turns you towards him and kisses you for a moment, holding your throat to keep you in place.

[confietti]

CAN U WRITE FOR SUKUNA IM BEGGING HJFJFJRR

Never Lose Me

you knew sukuna would kill you if he knew where you were right now, but you didn't care. you had it in your airy little head that he was a cheater because of what one of your 'homegirls' told you.

it all started when you were in your shared apartment laid on the bed scrolling through instagram waiting for 'kuna to come home when your 'friend' sent you a picture of him hugging this girl.

you never were the smartest, so you never second-guessed the photo. you on the other hand immediately broke down into tears. sukuna never liked her and always suggested you get better friends for a reason.

he always got weird vibes from her because she continuously tried to make passes at him whenever you weren't around.

you could only imagine your boyfriend's surprise to get drunken texts and voicemails of you telling him to 'go fuck himself' and how you 'don't need him'.

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: [ forwarded an image ]

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: nigga FUCJ you

my supersoaker🫶🏼💞: i thoguth we had somethgin anf you trwest me like thid??? i hste you!

hubby💝: ??? baby? who sent you that???

hubby💝: and are you at the fucking club??

you stared at your phone through teary eyes as you blocked his number and turned off location sharing. you shoved your phone into your purse and continued to drink.

sukuna had been watching from across the bar for probably 20 minutes now. he watched you flirting with the guy you were talking to for maybe the same amount of time. he studied the way you held onto his arm and laughed at all his jokes. it made his blood boil.

“what do you say we take this a step further hm?~” his hand slipped up your thigh and you giggled when he started nibbling on your neck.

“nah fuck this.” your boyfriend slammed his drink on the counter and stormed towards you, angrily shoving people out of the way but he didn't care. his main focus was you.

he didn't say anything as he heaved you over the shoulder like a sandbag, ignoring your protests and the weird looks he got as he exited the bar. he practically threw you in the passenger's seat and locked the door.

the car ride to his house was dead silent. except for your protests and complaints about your boyfriend's behavior.

“Bitch why the fuck did you do all that for?” you stared at him with your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance, glaring at him for an answer that never came.

the rest of the ride was just you looking out the window and light curses underneath your breath of “cheating ass”, “hoe ass”, “worthless ass”.

once you got home, sukuna parked the car and dragged you into his house with a tight grip on your arm.

he walked into his bedroom and threw you down on the bed before locking the door. then sukuna finally spoke after what was hours after not speaking.

“you gonna explain your sudden little tantrum or do i have to fuck the attitude outta you first?”

sukuna chuckled when you still had your arms crossed over your chest, not looking in his direction. your eyes were puffy as you let out little hiccups and sniffles. you were still mad at him for spoiling your fun. how cute.

just then he harshly gripped your chin forcing you to look at him. “it’s really rude to not look people in the eyes when they’re talking to you.”

his hands traveled down to your neck and he squeezed it tightly, you felt a breathy chuckle in your ear before he began to speak.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh ma?”

it was about 20 minutes later and your brain was so foggy to the point where you couldn’t remember how you got into this position.

your boyfriend had you on all fours, one of his hands pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, the other wrapped around your neck pulling your head back to whisper the most disgusting things into your ear.

“you think what you said t’me was nice? you thought it was funny to send me those voicemails and texts while i was working? huh? y’had me worrying my ass off you dumb. fucking. bitch.”

he emphasized those last three words with harsh thrusts, before pulling your head back to tap his fingers at the side of your cheek. “open.” he mumbled before spitting roughly in your mouth. “swallow all that shit.” he spat before shoving your face back into the pillow before you.

he took this time to analyze how small your figure was compared to his. you were so much smaller… so vulnerable… so much easier to manhandle.

sukuna decided to tease you. fucking you slowly, working every inch of his thick cock into your little hole as slowly as he could. he wanted you to memorize every vein and inch. he wanted to make sure you never forget tonight and you should never disobey him ever again.

“wouldn’t have to be this way if you were just a good little girl who followed the rules. tsk.” this had been going on for hours now. the rough fucking, the degradation, even after what? 4 orgasms? he still hasnt had his. you figured out by now that this wasn’t a punishment… he wanted to torture you.

“p-pleasee ryo.. i’m- haa~ s-sorry! wan’ you t’fill me up. please!” he chuckled darkly. “ y’want me to fill you up? huh?” “please! hnghh- m’sorry!” “you never did have any shame did ya hun?”

sukuna’s thrusts began to get sloppier as he was nearing his release. you whimpered for him to slow down as your tear stained face was pressed into the pillow. his balls slapping against your clit with each harsh thrust.

“i won’t f-fuck- i wont slow down. you’re grown, right? if you can go to the bar on your own then you can take this shit like a big girl, right?”

before you knew it hot ropes of cum start spurting out filling your tight cunt. your boyfriend’s thrusts began to slow down until they came to a complete stop.

he slowly pulled out of you, replacing his cock with his fingers to keep his seed in. humming lowly before getting up to get some towels from the bathroom.

you woke up the next morning in his shirt. you tried to get up before feeling an immense pain in your back. you groaned before you felt a large hand rubbing at the small of your back.

“y’wanna talk about your feelings now? if you don’t want too then we can always go for round two. i still have some energy left over.” he smirked down at you.

“also.. this was supposed t’be a surprise but… the girl i was hugging in the picture you sent wasn’t anybody baby. remember when we were apartment shopping and you mentioned you really wanted the one in tokyo?”

you nodded as sukuna pushed some of your hair behind your ear to see your face better.

“it’s ours now.” sukuna thought that nothing could compare to your smile in that very moment as you hugged and peppered kisses across his face while murmuring little ‘thank yous’ in his ear.

“yeah, yeah.” he chuckled and hugged you back. “you could never lose me that easily.”

a/n: thank you so much for this request anon!!! it took me a little while but i really enjoyed writing it. hope you enjoy!! </3!!

© confietti, 2024. do not copy, steal, or repost my content without permission.

[nosyp]

I want a muscular nerd fanfic(nsfw) like him crushing the user between his big biceps and being really sweet <the user is a shy girl who the teacher assigned to work with him>

Deep buttery voice. IM GOING TO EAT UP NERD DUDES(-)_(-)

Warnings = smut

Pairings = Nerd x Fem! Reader (i hope u dont mind)

Word count = 2.7k words

A/N = Holy fuck I'm so stupid, I forgot all abt the "nice" part. Just enjoy this.. sorry🤷‍♀️

“Alright everyone, settle down. Now I’ll be—” the teacher’s voice started to ring out in your memory.

That was the last thing you remembered… and now you’re in his house, waiting for him to come back to do the assignment. He went to get some snacks or something… All you heard from him was “blah blah blah proper name… place name… backstory stuff”.

You sat stiffly on the edge of his couch, hands clutching the hem of your skirt as you stared down at your lap. 

The room smelled faintly of old books, which you’d expected, and something warm like cedarwood. His house was… nice. Too nice. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t quite like this.

“Y’know I didn’t think you’d actually come over,” his voice broke through the silence as he made his way back into the room with a couple of water bottles and a bag of chips. His presence was overwhelming, you had no idea how you just realised that now. 

He was surprisingly attractive for someone that never drew attention. His broad shoulders filled the doorway as he made his way past the threshold with his glasses perfectly perched on the bridge of his nose. 

You quickly glanced away, cheeks burning. “T-The teacher said we had to…”

He chuckled lightly, setting the snacks down onto the coffee table before plopping himself onto the couch beside you, his weight making the cushions dip in his side. “Yeah, yeah. But I figured you’d make an excuse. You always look like you’re one step away from running.”

You stiffened. Was it that obvious?

Before you could answer, he stretched, arms raising above his head, making his already large frame seem even bigger. Your eyes find themselves staring at the flex of his biceps beneath his snug hoodie before quickly looking away. It was like they were just barely bursting out of his sleeves.

“I—I don’t run from responsibilities… It’s just a lot sometimes.” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

His grin widened, a little amused and maybe… a little something else. “That so?” He leaned back, stretching an arm along the back of the couch which landed so dangerously close to you. His sheer size made you feel even smaller, and it wasn’t helping that he smelled good, like clean laundry and some really good cologne.

You swallowed hard, squeezing your thighs together.

He must’ve noticed.

“You alright there, short stack?” His voice was teasing but gentle.

You nodded quickly, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Hm.” He reached for a book on the coffee table and you couldn’t help but stare at his forearm flexing for a second, which totally short-circuited your brain.

He noticed that too.

“You keep starin’,” he mused, flipping a page.

You swore you felt your heart nearly stopped. “I-I wasn’t!”

His smirk deepened. “Uh-huh,” He flexed, just a little, and the movement had you squeaking, face practically on fire.

“You’re quite mean…” you mumbled softly before turning away.

He chuckled, shifting a little closer, warmth radiating from him like a furnace. “Nah, I’m just observant.” A pause. Then, lower, softer… “And I think it’s cute when you get all shy.”

Your entire body locked up.

How were you supposed to survive this study session?

Your breath hitched, hands starting to clench around the hem of your sweater. Cute? He thought you were cute?

You didn’t know what to do with that information. Your brain was already struggling to function properly with him sitting so close, warm and big beside you. His words just made everything worse— no, better— no, worse.

He didn’t seem fazed at all. If anything, he was enjoying this. He flipped another page in the textbook, acting as if he hadn’t just casually turned you into a nervous wreck.

“Alright, let’s get started.” His voice was steady, completely at ease. “We’ve gotta get through at least three sections today, so no slacking.”

You nodded hurriedly, gripping your pen like it was a lifeline. “O-Okay.”

For a few minutes, things were normal. He explained a few things with his usual calm and steady voice, while you tried desperately to focus on his words instead of the many ways things he could do other than this— you. It was unfair, really. Guys were supposed to be either strong or smart. He was both.

And worse? He knew it.

“Hey,” he called, tapping your notebook lightly with his pen. “You’re zoning out.”

“I—I’m not!”

“You are,” he said smoothly, shifting slightly, facing you slightly. “What’s got you so distracted, huh?”

You clamped your mouth shut, praying the floor would just swallow you whole. There was no way you were telling him the truth.

Unfortunately, your silence only made him more amused. He tilted his head, studying you for a moment before— oh no.

His arm moved.

Slowly, deliberately, he let it drop from the back of the couch—down, down, until it draped across your shoulders.

You squeaked.

He smirked.

“You’re so easy to mess with,” he murmured, voice rich with amusement. His fingers brushed your upper arm, completely engulfing it in warmth. “You’re all tense, y’know? Maybe you should relax a little.”

Relax? RELAX? How could you possibly relax when he was right there, solid and warm and smelling so nice—

“I—I’m fine!” you blurted out, shrinking in on yourself.

“Hm.” He didn’t move his arm. If anything, he settled into it, as if this was completely normal. As if this wasn’t killing you. “If you say so.”

Silence stretched between you.

You could feel everything. The way his fingers rested lightly against your shoulder. The slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing. The occasional brush of fabric when he shifted just the tiniest bit closer.

This was dangerous.

Very, very dangerous.

And then, as if things weren’t bad enough—

He squeezed your shoulder lightly.

Your whole body went stiff.

He chuckled, low and warm. “You’re really not used to this, huh?”

You made a noise— somewhere between a whimper and a squeak.

He let out a slow exhale, leaning in just slightly, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“You know,” he murmured, voice just above a whisper, “for someone so shy, you’re really bad at hiding things.”

You practically choked. “H-Hiding what?”

His smirk deepened.

Oh, you were in so much trouble.

“Y’know… I have another idea to make you focus.” he said.

—

You just didn’t know the so called great idea of his was a way for you to strip. The pair work for you two is to answer 100 questions, all from what you’ve learned in the past semester. His idea was to split 50/50 and when you two checked each other’s works, if you got something wrong, then you would have to take off one piece of clothing and it goes the same for him.

—

Fifty questions later, you had nothing left but your bra and panties. He wasn’t doing much better—just boxers and the tight black tank he wore underneath his hoodie.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around your chest, legs curled up on the couch like you were trying to make yourself as small as physically possible. Your cheeks had been red for the past ten minutes and showed no signs of cooling down.

“I-I can’t believe I agreed to this,” you muttered, voice trembling with mortification.

He sat across from you on the floor, legs stretched out and a smug little smile playing on his lips. “I warned you I was good at test questions.”

“You got forty-seven right!” you hissed. “That’s illegal!”

He chuckled, completely relaxed despite the very obvious fact that you were both basically naked. “Hey, you held your own. I’m not wearing pants, am I?”

“Don’t say that out loud!” you squeaked, burying your face in your hands.

His laugh deepened, low and warm in his throat. “You're cute when you're embarrassed.”

“Stop saying things,” you say, giving him a deathly glare.

He tilted his head, watching you with that same unreadable look he’d had earlier, the one that made your stomach do backflips.

“…You know,” he said after a pause, voice dropping just a little, “I didn’t expect this to actually happen. Thought you’d give up after question twenty.”

You fiddled with your fingers, cautious. “Why… didn’t you go easy on me?”

He blinked. “You wanted me to?”

You didn’t answer, but your silence kind of did.

He leaned back against the couch, arms folded behind his head so his biceps flexed again, casually, infuriatingly. “You’re the one who said you don’t run from responsibilities.”

You glared. “This wasn’t what I meant!!”

He grinned. “But you didn’t back out.”

“…I wanted to win…” you mumbled, voice barely audible.

He laughed, softer now. “Then next time, I’ll let you.”

You stared at him. “N-Next time?!”

“Sure. Maybe we can study for midterms like this, too.” He said it so casually, like it wasn’t utter madness.

You squeaked again, yanking a throw pillow to hug against your chest.

He just smiled to himself and picked up the answer sheet again. “You still owe me three questions. Let’s see if you can finish those before passing out from sheer embarrassment.”

You groaned, muffled into the pillow. “This is the worst study session in history.”

He snorted. “Nah. I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had.”

“Question 48, correct.” he says. “Relief for you huh…”

“Yeah yeah, keep going.” you roll your eyes, and they start moving towards him again. He had a very muscular build… Who could blame you for looking?

“Question 49 correct, wow. You’re doing great.” he compliments you.

“Thanks,”

“Question 50… wrong,” he says, finally looking up at you from the paper.

“W-what? T-there’s no way! Give me that,” you snatch the paper away from him and to your surprise, it was wrong.

“Soo… which one are you taking off?” he asks you teasingly. “Orr… you could just accept defeat.”

“Hell no,” the famous last words you said before being pinned beneath him… on his bed.

“U-ugh! Y-you’re being too rough— stop it!” you try to put some distance in between you two.

“C’moonn… just a small… short kiss?” he asks.

Your heart was racing. You were burning up. Every second you spent under him only made it worse.

But your lips trembled with a nervous smile. “A-a short one?”

“Mmhm,” he hummed, his voice deep. “Just a little reward… for studying so hard.”

He was lying. You could see it in his stupid smug expression— he had no intention of keeping it short.

Still…

Your eyes flicked to his mouth.

“…Okay,” you whispered.

He didn’t wait.

His lips met yours in one smooth motion, warm and sure. Not rough—not yet. Just slow. Deliberate. His hand moved to your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he kissed you again, deeper this time.

You gasped softly into his mouth, and that was all the invitation he needed.

His tongue slipped past your lips, stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs, and suddenly the kiss wasn’t gentle anymore—it was needy, hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this all night. Maybe longer.

You whimpered, arching under him without meaning to. His body pressed against yours fully now, only fabric separating skin from skin, and it wasn’t nearly enough.

Your hands found his shoulders, then his back, dragging your fingers across muscle you hadn’t even realized he had under those hoodies. He groaned softly into your mouth, pulling back just an inch to breathe.

“Still want me to stop?” he murmured.

You stared up at him, dazed, lips swollen. “Y-you said short—”

He chuckled, voice low. “I lied.”

And then his mouth was on your throat.

Kissing, nipping. One hand roaming down your side while the other pinned your wrist gently above your head. Every touch sent sparks down your spine, your legs twitching under him as he dragged his fingers along your waist, teasing close… sooo close to your panties.

“You’re shaking again,” he murmured, brushing his nose along your jaw. “You like this?”

You whined softly, nodding, unable to meet his eyes.

“Cute…” he breathed. “Bet I could make you cry just from kissing you.”

“Y-you’re saying weird things again,” you mumbled breathlessly.

His smirk deepened. “And yet you’re still letting me do this.”

His hand dipped lower.

His fingers ghosted over the waistband of your underwear, featherlight. Teasing. He was giving you every opportunity to stop him… but you didn’t.

You didn’t want to.

“Still with me?” he whispered, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were darker now—hooded, but attentive. Careful, even as his hand slipped under the hem of your last remaining clothing.

You nodded, barely breathing. “Y-yeah…”

That was all he needed.

He kissed you again—messier this time, with a soft growl in his throat—and his fingers finally dipped between your thighs.

You jerked at the sudden contact, clinging to his arm, your gasp caught somewhere between shock and pleasure. “A-ah—!”

His smirk returned. “Sensitive,” he said softly. “You’re already soaked…”

“S-shut up—!” you covered your face with both hands, whining into your palms.

But he just laughed, kissing the backs of your fingers. “Can’t help it. You’re too cute when you get flustered like that.”

His fingers moved again, slowly— deliberately— rubbing through your folds like he had all the time in the world. He wasn’t rushing. He was learning you. Testing what made you twitch. What made you whimper. What made your back arch just right.

“You’re gonna make a mess on my bed if I keep going,” he murmured, half amused, half in awe. “Are you gonna take responsibility for that?”

“I-I’ll clean it, just keep going,” you whispered shakily, tugging at his wrist, desperate for more.

He chuckled darkly. “Damn. You’ve got no shame now, huh?”

“I-I’m blaming the midterms—!” you whimpered again as he curled two fingers inside you suddenly, slow but deep.

“Midterms, huh?” he echoed with a grin, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. “Let’s see if I can help you… relieve some of that stress.”

And he didn’t let up.

His fingers worked steadily, curling and dragging along your walls while his mouth traveled lower. He nipped at your chest, just above where the fabric still clung to you, teeth scraping lightly before soothing it with his tongue.

You were shaking. Moaning his name. Fingers tangled in his hair.

And he looked so damn proud of himself.

“Bet you’re not thinking about those questions anymore,” he murmured as he pressed deeper, angling just right… just enough to make you cry out again.

“N-not even close,” you gasped, hips bucking.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because I want your mind on me. Nothing else.”

“U-ugh…! P-please…” you beg.

“Please what?” he asks, a smirk growing on his face.

“Y-you know it—!” you say.

“Mmm… as you wish, pretty girl.” he whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck. He slides his shaft in you ever so slowly, watching as your facial expressions change from desperation to satisfaction.

“F-fuck…” you moan. “I-I want you… please.”

Then, he swiftly shoves it deep inside you and starts pushing it in and out of you. “Is this enough for you… or do you want… more?”

You didn’t respond… except maybe you did, in the form of soft moans that is.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says before he starts jackhammering into you, your skin slapping onto his. With every snap of his hip, he kisses your cervix.

It’s a pleasuring burn— tantalizing… hot… 

Your head was now in shambles, you couldn’t think about anything else other than him… other than reaching your climax. You started grinding on him of your own accord, trying to make the process faster.

“Awww… y-y-you’re really t-that… desperate huh…” he groans in your neck. His pants start to grow more erratic, more crazed. He kisses your neck and slowly nibbles on the skin to leave marks.

“A-aahh… you’re so tight… are you about t-to c-come…” he continues. “Do it. Make a mess,”

Plap! Plap! Plap!

You were so hot… so close… you were a few more thrusts away from relieving yourself.

“I can feel you’re so close baby… c’mon,” he teases you.

You felt yourself tightening up around him… until you came all over his cock. 

“F-fuck… you’re making a mess… might as well,” he says, cumming deep inside you.

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THAT’S SO TRUE, chris sturniolo

synopsis… you're usually able to contain yourself whenever chris decides to mess with your head but for some reason this new girl was really starting to get to you.

warnings… angst, mean!toxic!chris, player!chris, situationship, ocs mentioned: nora and leah, little bit of manhandling (not in a good way)

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

“you okay?”,nora asks as she rubs your back. you completely disregarded her question as you stared, no, glared at the side of chris’s head while he flirted with his latest fling. nora calls your name to get your attention then repeats the question. “hm? yeah, i’m fine” you replied with a fake smile. damn near everyone knew of your on and off relationship with chris, no one knew why you still stuck around considering the fact that he constantly publicly embarrassed you.

chris knew you were looking at him, he gave you a quick glance as a smirk grew onto his face. it was sickening once you realized how familiar this scenery was. you were in the same position that girl was not even a few months ago. big blue eyes looking at her the same way he looked at you for the first time. you blinked only to see chris walking over with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. 

“thought i’d introduce leah since she’s hanging with me today,” chris says with a smile. you looked away from him— you refused to watch this unfold in front of your eyes. some of your friends greeted her while others stayed silent and nodded or gave her a tight lipped smile. it wasn't the first time that chris brought girls over just to get a rise out of you, your friends were used to this routine by now.

“so what made her catch your eye?” you ask in sarcasm. chris shrugged, he looked over leah with an unimpressed look before replying. “she's pretty cool i guess” he says. the room felt tense— your friends felt awkward as you avoided eye contact while chris tried to catch your eyes. “i was talking to chris about going to the fright fest, do you guys wanna come?” leah asks. Your stomach churned at her tooth rotting voice. of course she has the voice of an angel. you gave her a tight-lipped smile before getting up and walking out.

you felt your eyes burning as warm tears slipped down your face. you quickly pulled out your phone to call for a ride home but jolted in a shock as it was snatched from your hands. “think y’can just embarrass me like that then walk off?” chris says in an angered voice. you sighed as you reached for your phone, but he puts it higher in the air. “chris i don’t have time for this, just give it back,” you say in a hoarse voice. your throat burned from containing your emotions for the past few hours. 

“nah cause— wait are you crying?” he asks in an almost concerned voice. you knew he wasn't being genuine with his question as he searched through your empty eyes with a small smile on his face. you wiped your face for the millionth time then looked away from him. he grips your jaw harshly and forces you to look directly into his eyes. “chris the window–” you try to say as you glanced at the large window that showcased the living room where everyone was sitting. He said nothing as he grips you tighter causing you to wince then finally meet his eyes.

“go back inside and wait f’me in my room” he finally says before releasing your face. you blink at him with a shocked expression as you glance back to the window. “are you serious?” you asked as you felt venom burning through your veins, “leah is standing in your living room waiting for you, yet here you are trying to get me to wet your dick” you spat. you feel your fingers curl into a fist as his smirk grows into a sinister smile as he watches you practically break in front of him. “i mean if you really wanna go then leave, i’m sure she can do what i need her to,” he shrugs before tossing you back your phone. 

he waits a bit for you to change your mind but loses his patience as he opens the front door. “last chance” he says as he takes a step inside and turns to look at you. you look back at him with an empty expression but make no move. chris scoffs before shutting the door leaving you out there, standing on his porch with your thoughts and empty emotions.