#what’s the point of escaping if she didn’t even like you back? 😭

[verdenz]

HE'S DRUNK AND DOESN'T RECOGNIZE YOU.

FEATURING:⠀⠀Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:⠀⠀English is not my first language 😭 | Part two. Part three.

Since you started dating, your boyfriend stopped going to parties and clubs alone. On that day, he had gone out with friends, and you decided to stay home. He only didn’t stay as well because you encouraged him to go celebrate the good result he had in the last race. He’s not someone who drinks excessively, so you weren’t too worried. Besides, what could go wrong? After all, he was with friends.

Oh, well... You got the answer when you woke up at two in the morning, with a call of one of his friends begging you to come pick him up because he was drunk and refusing to leave.

୨୧⠀⠀⠀CHARLES LECLERC

"Carlos...! Carlos!" He whined, trying to get out after his friend had tossed him into the back seat of your car. You sighed, thankful for the Spaniard – who wasn’t very sober either, but was certainly in a better state than your boyfriend. "Carlos, who is she?"

You tried to buckle his seatbelt, but he moved away from you, going to the other side of the seat. "Don’t touch me, please... I’m taken!" Your eyebrows raised, your eyes locking onto Charles.

"Charles, I’m just going to take you home." You tried to calm him down, but it only made him more agitated.

"Home? Whose home? Yours?!" He tried to open the car door but failed, as your hands quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back into place. "This is kidnapping... Carlos! Carlos, help me!"

"Charles, shut up. I’m taking you to your house." The seatbelt was finally secured. For a few minutes, he stayed quiet. But as soon as you arrived in front of his house and you went to help him get out, he moved away and tried to walk on his own, stumbling.

"I can... walk on my own. My girlfriend is waiting for me. You got it? My girlfriend. At home. Our home." Charles said, pointing to the front door. Another sigh escaped your lips, knowing the night wouldn’t be easy.

୨୧⠀⠀⠀LANDO NORRIS

"Do you want an autograph?" Your boyfriend asked, smiling. He was being helped by one of his friends, but even so, his feet still missed the steps. His smile faded when the person carrying him removed his arm from their shoulder and placed it on yours.

He quickly pulled away. You had to grab him to keep him from falling to the ground. "Tonight I'm just giving autographs, no photos–" Lando hiccupped. "Don’t touch me."

You held back a laugh. "Why? I’m just lending you a hand." He shook his head and continued trying to break free from you, though his body didn’t have enough strength to actually do so.

Lando looked around, his lower lip trembling. "If my girlfriend sees me like this, she'll think I have something going on with you. And I don't." he said.

"So what? She won't find out." His eyes widened, he stopped walking, and sat down on the sidewalk. "Come on, am I not pretty?" You bit your lip, trying to hide a smile.

Your boyfriend pointed a finger at you accusingly, a look of horror on his face. "I knew you had bad intentions...! And no, you're not pretty! My girlfriend is way prettier!"

Honestly, you didn't know whether to feel flattered or offended by his statement.

[sleepychenle]

wc: 1024. genre: suggestive, does this count as smut? tags: brother!jaemin's friend!jisung. ft the dreamies. finger sucking, metions of spit, idk. jisung has a boner¿ [a/n]: yay! freaky post is here. be honest guys, should i stick to fluff and crack? 😭 masterlist

jisung was beyond uncomfortable as his friends kept talking.

your older brother, jaemin, had just left to buy more snacks while his six friends stayed in your house chilling, playing videogames in the living room.

that was until haechan brought up your name to the conversation. this was one of the usual subjects when they hung out without jaemin. of course, he didn’t know about it, and neither did you.

“have you seen how good she looks in that checkered mini skirt? and oh my god, that white top…” he runs his hands through his face as if that proved his point further.

you would’ve easily brushed off his observation if it wasn’t for the fact that he described your outfit to perfection. there was no way he wasn’t talking about you.

“yeah yeah, but my favorite has to be that red bikini of hers” chenle says confident. after his comment, you heard everyone else humming in agreement.

when did they have the time to look at you so attentively today?… when did they have the time to look at you at all?

they kept debating about you, and you weren’t even mad. you were genuinely curious… amused, even. they were so loud too… were they hoping you would catch them?

you stayed in the kitchen, just to listen their thoughts getting dirtier. until you hear jisung’s hesitant voice. “don’t say things like that guys” five pairs of eyes look at him as if he was ridiculous “…it’s not okay” he continues, growing less confident—if he ever had confidence to begin with.

“don’t be a pussy, you must be the one that thinks about her the most” jeno chuckles. “that’s… not true” he mutters with a frown. you can’t see it, but you hear it in his voice—he feels called out.

jisung couldn’t bear listening to them anymore, so he muttered an excuse to leave. “i’m going to grab some water.” he says quietly as he stands. no one responds, too caught up in their debate. but when he reaches the kitchen he sees you there, leaning against the counter, and he freezes.

“i heard you defending me back there… thank you” you say, snapping him out of his shocked state. “n-no problem, yn… they shouldn’t talk about you like that.” he grabs a glass and fills it with water, trying to keep up his little act. he’s nervous—like you somehow know he is no better than them.

you put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly and he can’t help but shiver just from that. how cute. his reaction makes you smile, and you decide to tease him a little. you get closer to him and take the glass off his hands.

he is tall, but not intimidating at all. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him against you. “w-what are you doing?” he asks surprised at the sudden hug.

“nothing…” you feel his body stiffening so you pull away, just enough to look at him “i just wanted to thank you” you say innocently. “you don’t have to, really…”

“i want to…” the softness of your voice doesn’t feel right to him but he doesn’t question it. you let out a soft chuckle when your palm lands flat against his crotch. the gasp that escapes him is so loud, he fears the others heard it.

“oh? you are hard, jisung” his eyes widens immediately. he wants to say something—to deny it, but how could he? you’re literally feeling it under your hand.

“have you been defending me while being hard yourself?…” you pause for a second to squeeze his shaft over his pants, earning an embarrassingly high-pitched whine “or did i make you like this just now?” when he glances up and sees the amusement in your eyes, he feels a wave of shame making his chest tighten.

“i- i am not-“ he stutters, trying to find the perfect excuse. you caress his cheek with a smile—almost understanding. “don’t bother in answering, ji…” but your tone quickly turns mocking. “both of them are just as pathetic”

“i’m sorry, i- i swear i’m not like them” he says quietly, as if he wasn’t allowed to be louder. “oh i know you are not” you reach for his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks.

“you’re the only one that keeps lying to himself” he doesn’t know what’s happening—how he got in this situation in the first place... but he can’t bring himself to stop you from whatever you’re doing right now. “why don’t you tell me what you think of me, hm?”

he looks at you with wide eyes—speechless. you, tired of his unresponsiveness, grab his hand and kiss it softly. at first, just pecks on the back of it. but you wanted more of a reaction—more of those whines you knew he could make. so you start taking his fingers into your mouth.

“w-what if someone sees” he glances at the door a few times, then fixes his eyes on your mouth—where his fingers disappear inside. you just hum and keep going, sucking eagerly.

it hurts when the pressure builds in them, like they might explode. but somehow, it feels good. he wonders what it would feel like on his di—

he closes his eyes tightly, cursing at himself for his thoughts. how can he be thinking those filthy things? he swore he wasn't like them… but isn’t he the same, actually?

once again, you snap him out of his thoughts when you pull away. his gaze now locked on his spit-covered fingers. “my brother will be here soon, so i’d suggest you take care of that quickly…” you say, patting his hip.

“you wouldn’t want your friends to see that bulge in your pants, right?” you softly fix his hair and smile before making your way back to your room.

🏷️: @lyvhie

[mzyjxu]

Can I make request? I thought this was funny but gojo feining for kisses but you have a cold sore so you won't let him kiss you.😭😭

Here you go lovie,,,hope you like it.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚

You wake up with a rough and scratchy throat like you have swallowed sandpaper. You try to speak and nothing but a helpless rasp escapes your mouth. You try to stand up, but the weakness in your limbs pulled you back down. Your body felt heavy, and achy, like it was made of lead. You feel something burning- a cold sore blooming at the corner of your lip, warm and sore to the touch.

The bathroom door creaked open—and in came Satoru, fresh from a shower, his hair still damp.

With no warning, he leaps straight in you lap with his arms wide, "Hihihihi" he greeted in a sing-song voice while presenting his left cheek to you like a royalty, expecting you to give him the usual smooch.

You blinked at him. He stayed frozen, waiting… cheek still offered. You didn’t move. Slowly, he cracked one eye open, confused. “Huh?” he whispered. “Kiss?”

"Cant..." you managed to whisper, voice barely there "Throat hurts, cant…"

"Hmn?" he tilted his head, dumbly (kinda adorable).

You cleared your throat, wincing as you tried again. “My throat’s not— I have a frog…”

You coughed into your elbow, turning away from him instinctively, not wanting to infect him.

He sits up, blinking at your hoarse voice and the tiny blister forming at the corner of your lip. “Baby… that’s not a frog, that's a toad from the way your sound. ,” he said, completely serious—and then giggled at his own joke.

You just stared at him, unimpressed. “Shut up,” you mouthed.

But Satoru only leaned in, eyes twinkling. “Then kiss me and shut me up, darling,” he purred, totally unbothered.

You shook your head, pointing to your lip, mouthing, “Cold sore.”

He squinted. “What? That lil blister?” He leaned closer, inspecting. “That’s a precious pearl built from your beauty and sufferings…give it to me my dear and I’ll raise it like my own”

You looked at him disgusted "Gross" you mouthed again.

He leaned in again, unbothered.

You pulled away slightly, but he followed, undeterred, puckering his lips looking like an idiot. “Give me your toad,” he whispered, eyes lidded. “And your plague. I can take it. I’ve trained for this.”

You turn your face to the side at the last second. he kisses air, loses balance and flops off the bed dramatically with a thump.

"Wifeyyyyyy" he whines. You ignored him while standing slowly, groggily, and walking to the bathroom, blanket still around your shoulders like a cape, slippers dragging., he stays there laying on the floor thinking of how he will survive now, “This is how I die, Kissless”

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚

You walked into the kitchen, wrapped in your blanket like a sick little burrito, only to find Satoru standing at the stove stirring something in a pot with a deeply concentrated gaze.

“Thank you…” you croaked, voice painfully scratchy.

He didn’t turn around. “Yeah, yeah. I am a good husband,” he pouted, clearly addressing Lady Purrshia, who sat on the counter like the judgmental feline she was. “Unlike my wife, who won’t even kiss me. Like what would a little cough do to me? Kill me? Please. I’ve lived through worse. I’ve eaten gas station sushi.”

Lady Purrshia blinked at him slowly.

You smiled, amused by how cranky he can be just by something as mere as a kiss.

Just then, the baby monitor beeped to life.

“I’ll get him,” Satoru said, wiping his hands and already on the move.

⸻

In the nursery, your little boy was just starting to sit up, his bedhead puffed and cheeks flushed with sleep. When he saw his papa enter, he let out a shy little smile.

“Heyyyy, fluffball,” Satoru grinned, scooping him up effortlessly. He kissed both chubby cheeks, then gently bit one. “Mmm. Still the juiciest baby in town.”

The baby squealed with laughter, wiggling his legs and kicking out joyfully.

“Looks like it’s just you and me today,” Satoru sighed dramatically, pressing his cheek to his son’s. “Mama’s face is off-limits. She’s under quarantine. No kisses, no cuddles. We have been rejected, my boy.”

“Mmaa?” the baby blinked, confused.

⸻

Satoru carried him back into the kitchen.

“MAMAAA!” the baby squealed at the sight of you, reaching his arms out with all the strength of a child desperate for snuggles.

“Baby…” you whispered, giving him a small wave and a smile.

But the moment he realized his papa wasn’t moving toward you, chaos ensued.

“MAAMMAAA!!” he wailed, tiny arms flailing, legs kicking in frustration.

Satoru bounced him gently, shushing him. “I know, I know, I feel you, baby. I miss her too. But it’s only for today, okay? Let’s go on an adventure. Let’s nurse Mama back to health so we can get our kisses back.”

Somehow, he managed to calm him down, distracting him with a spoon and a piece of toast. Still, your heart ached a little. The guilt crept in while watching your baby and Satoru both so clearly longing for closeness you couldn’t give. You knew giving them your nasty cold sore and your cold would only make it worse, but that didn’t stop the sting.

Lady Purrshia walked over, sat by your feet, and gently placed a paw on your hand. Her version of sympathy. You stroked her back with a tired smile.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚

The rest of the day passed in a soft, slow haze. You stayed in bed, wrapped in layers, drifting in and out of sleep. Satoru and Chonky Baby popped in every hour like two chaotic nurses pressing cold damp cloth on you sore, bringing lukewarm soup, crushed medicine tablets, cold compresses, and tear streaked drawings.

They pouted the entire time.

Satoru made a show of sighing and dragging his feet. Chonky Baby glared at you like you personally broke his heart by not letting him smother your face with kisses.

At night, the two of them fell asleep curled in the nursery with your baby nestled against Satoru’s chest, both snoring softly, hoping they’d wake up to your lips pressing kisses into their cheeks again.

You lay in bed, your heart heavy with love.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow you’d be able to kiss your drama kings.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚

The next morning your throat felt less stuffy and the cold sore? magically gone. Your boys did put their blood, sweat and especially the tears to nurse you back to life.

You quickly stepped in the nursery, Satoru and Chonky baby snoring from the physical and emotional exhaustion, lips still form in a permanent pout.

You softy kissed Satoru’s lips, he stirred up from sleep,”You’re healed,” he whispered, eyes wide. “My wife… returned from the dead.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling.

He cradle your face like it was made of porcelain. “The cursed toad has vanished… the pearl is gone… my kissless exile is over.”

Before you could say anything, he smooshed his face into your neck with a dramatic sigh. “I suffered. I starved. But now… I feast.”

You laughed softly. “You’re so annoying.”

“I’m in love,” he murmured against your skin. “Now give me all the kisses I didn’t get yesterday. With interest.”

From the corridor of the nursery, Lady Purrshia meowed once, loud, disapproving.

She jumped down with a flick of her tail, clearly done with the theatrics.

Satoru peeked over your shoulder. “She’s jealous.”

You laughed. “The whole family needs their kisses.”

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚

[jacaerysgf]

Fighting words

summary: one of the bracken boys has been hitting on you for days now and youre sick of it. He happens to take it too far with you and your best friend shows you a side of himself you’ve never seen. and you like it. a lot.

Benjicot Blackwood x Fem!Cerwyn!reader | 1.3k wrds

c.w: probably very occ as we dont know like anything abt him in the show 😭😭, slightly smutty, takes place before any battles, not proofread

he wouldn’t leave my mind, so take this 😁

masterlist - requests are open!!

tags: @hxtd

“No. Leave me alone bracken.” you try to shove him away from you but the bracken boy just grins at you and leans closer into you.

“Oh come on cerwyn, i see how you look at me~” a scoff escapes your lips as you stare at him with disgust. “In your fucking dreams, seriously. Leave me alone.”

You didn’t even know this guys name but he had been bothering you for the last couple days. It had started out small with him trying to invite you to come drink with him and his friends to him offering to carry around your stuff for you when you were walking around.

“theyre arrows bracken.”

“so what? must be heavy for you youre a girl.”

He grossed you out. But didn’t matter even if he didn’t,

“she said no.”

The two of you turn to look at the new voice and a smile creeps up on your face. The bracken boy rolls his eyes as he glares, “the hell do you want blackwood.”

“she said no. Back off.”

youve been friends with the lord of house blackwood for since you were younger and hes always been so kind to you. It seemed to be obvious to everyone other than him that you were madly in love with the young lord but if he did notice he said nothing about it.

You knew of his, angry? or maybe a better word is his more aggressive behavior. You had never even seen it first hand but multiple people have told you first hand accounts of him losing his temper and blowing up, his normal calm and kind demeanor getting lost to rage and blind madness.

You did not know what to think about the rumors then but seeing the way his eyes twitched and his clenched jaw as he stared at the bracken boy the rumors about him became more and more believable.

The bracken boy stands and gets all up in bens face, “What are you gonna do about it huh?”

Ben tilts his head and a look you’ve never seen crosses his eyes as he glares. “Get the fuck out of my sight.” His voice is hard like youve never heard before and it has you holding your breath, waiting for the straining thread to snap.

And the thread snaps the second bracken pushes bens chest and laughs. “what? you upset this ugly bitch wants me more than you-“ It happens before you know it and suddenly the two guys are on the floor and everyone in the room jumps up to look.

you freeze. What in the hells are you supposed to do? so you merely watch as the two boys beat the fuck out of each other. Ben pulls ahead at some point and manages to get a few more punches in after pinning the guy down until the two are pulled apart.

“never talk about her like that, no. never talk to her again or else ill fucking kill you.” He thrashes around in the arms of the two blackwood lads that hold him back as he continues to spit insults at the bracken boy as he gets dragged off and out of the space.

Your legs move before you can even think and your standing in front of him, he freezes and blinks at you rapidly. Hes covered in blood, you cant tell which is his and which is the other guys but he looks badly hurt.

He had done it for you. In your name. And you could barely take how hot you felt but he needed you. “i have supplies in my tent let me fix you up.” the boys oooo’d and ben barely acknowledges them as he nods and allows you to drag him off to your tent.

The boys call after you two with some unsavory choice words but you just turn and flip them off before you continue to help ben to your tent. You place him on your bed cot and try to ignore the racing of your heart as he stays quiet, merely looking at you.

Hes usually quiet but not around you. Its odd to see him like this. So you shakily rummage around with the stuff in your chest as you nervously begin to talk. “thank you for stepping in i was really nervous he wasn’t going to leave me alone, you didn’t meed to-“ you gasp as your spun around and lips lock onto yours with fever.

One of his hands reach behind you and push all your stuff off your table, lifting up you up to sit on it while he kisses you. You gasp against his lips and he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth.

Your head is spinning. You can taste the metallic taste of his blood seep into your mouth and it laces its way into your kiss. You fear you’re dreaming. You felt asleep on watch shift again and when you wake this will all just be a dream.

Yet when you grip your hand against his waist he pulls away and winces. You are pulled back to reality and try to pull away to grab your medical supplies that now are all spilled all over the floor but he quickly stops you.

“ben you’re hurt.” “i dont care.” He tries to kiss you again but you dodge it and grip his face in your hands. “ben,” His hand slide around your waist and play with the fabric of your tunic, testing the waters and sliding his hands lower and almost under the tunic you wear. “ben.” you say firmer and he pauses to look at you.

“right now i just need to feel your skin, please.” your heart pounds loudly against your chest and your mouth drops open. “ben,” his name shakily passes your lips and he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. “How dare he talk to you like that. i should have killed him,” his hands slide under your tunic his hot hands run up and down your bare sides slowly. “he should know i take no disrespect to the future lady of blackwood.”

You kiss him unable to take it anymore and he meets your fever eagerly. arms wrapping around you and pulling you so your chest to chest and you can feel him pressing against your trousers.

His lips trail down your jaw as his hands find your breasts and you let out a moan as he squeezes them in his hands. His lips your neck and he sucks at any skin he can get while he grinds his hips against yours. His hands grow more feverish as he uses his teeth to pull down your tunic to expose more of your collarbone and neck, youre sure to be covered in bruises tomorrow but you cant be bothered with that.

One of his hands trails down your stomach and almost gets to reach under your pants until a horn sounds outside and you both look at each other alarmed.

“ugh fuck me.” “wish i could.” you slap him on the chest as he pulls away and he hisses.

“that hurts.” “if you had let me patch you up it wouldn’t be hurting you idiot.” “you certain didn’t look like you were going to complain. not when i was about to-“ “okay! lets go they need us.” you ignore the sound of his laughter as you flap open your tent and rush out leaving him behind, hoping you look presentable enough your men dont ask questions and pray you can continue what you were doing with ben later.

[tender-rosiey]

hiii 😭 I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH 😔😔 I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where 🥲 it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping 🤧 TYSMM❤❤

strain — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well 🫶💕🫶 also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (it’s still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)

you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.

however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.

but since it’s pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how you’re finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.

you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you don’t have to explain your situation right now.

the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!

so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.

after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, you’re finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.

a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.

not much time passes before satoru’s familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.

your husband has an abundance of energy.

but it seemed like today’s missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.

his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.

he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.

but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.

he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.

he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.

he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, “y/n?”

you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, “…what?”

while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, “did you get hurt on today’s mission?”

you’re no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.

then you hurriedly utter, “but I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!”

he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. you’re left to look him in the eyes. satoru’s eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least that’s how he is with you.

you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.

but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.

he doesn’t scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasn’t a big deal or that you didn’t want to bother shoko with it.

instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of “can I see it?”

you throw him a confused look, “why? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,” then you smile, “it’s not going to permanent if that’s what you’re worried about.”

he shakes his head, “it’s not that; I just—“ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, “just let me see it.”

perhaps it’s to silence his thoughts and to show him that you’re truly okay, as okay as you can be.

you’re still alive, and that’s what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.

reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.

he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.

you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you can’t help the wincing of your body.

satoru’s frown deepens, and with every move, your husband’s heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.

you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.

he straightens his back, “that’s a deep cut, y’know.”

“I know…”

“you also realize that the wound could’ve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?”

you huff, “listen, if you’re going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you know—“

“you could’ve died.”

you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he could’ve lost you.

your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, “but I didn’t, and dwelling on the fact that I might’ve died will only bother you for no reason,” you hold his hand, “I am here and alive, aren’t I?”

your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, “you’re hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.”

a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, “whatever shall we do.”

“if things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,” he states, and you roll your eyes.

“well, they’re going my way tonight, so—“ the clock strikes twelve, “happy birthday, silly boy.”

his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at what’s in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.

a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husband’s face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, “I really didn’t expect it this time!”

“you outdid yourself, pretty girl,” he hums, hand caressing your cheek.

“I still have a lot more things for you,” you beam with pride. satoru can’t contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.

you pat his back, “I love you too, ‘toru,” you laugh, “but you’re pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.”

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[hotchnerwrites]

hello this is my first time requesting so sorry if it’s bad😭😭😭. but i was thinking about maybe the reader having a hard day at work (she worked at the bau) and was kinda stress out so hotch sits her in between his legs and fingers her while whispering sweet nothings in her ear ???? i just need him to take care of me😩😩😩😩😩

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW (18+), fingering, mirror sex, kind of established but hidden relationship, no use of (y/n), afab reader

A/N: Hi, hun, thank you so much for taking the chance on me and requesting, especially since this is your first time <3 It was a great request, and I love the idea! I'm kinda new to writing smut. It's definitely a learning curve for me, but I tried my best. I really hope you like this, and it's what you wanted!!! mwah mwah mwah, enjoy. And man, I want Aaron to talk me through it so bad 😩

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

You hate Denver.

It’s ridiculously hot. Not even the AC was helping. And to add fuel to the fire, the local sheriff was utterly incompetent. Not only had he lost half the physical evidence, but he was also getting in the way of the team’s job.

And just your luck— you’d been tasked with retrieving the evidence. In a desperate effort to escape from reality, you’d locked yourself in the evidence cabinet, hands still shaking from too much caffeine. You knew it couldn’t last forever, but even ten minutes away from the local police was solace. 

For a while, the only noise in the room was the ruffle of papers as you dug through cardboard boxes desperately, wishing the documents would magically reappear. Mindless work, but it was grinding your gears, and you could feel yourself becoming more stressed by the minute. But you keep at it, hoping against hope. 

Just as you begin to settle into your task, you hear the door creak open. Damn it.

You tense, hoping it’s not that damn sheriff again. You didn’t want to have to punch him in the face. But a familiar cologne of warm spice and amber crowds your space and the tension eases— Hotch. 

Though you were grateful for his presence, the case, the pressure, the exhaustion— it had all built up to a breaking point. The last thing you wanted was to talk, but you couldn’t shake the knot in your chest. Hotch, always attuned to your mood, noticed how you seemed to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders right now. That’s why he’d followed you into the filing cabinet. 

Wordlessly, he slides you a small piece of paper. Before you could open it, he places a soft kiss on your temple and leaves the way he came.

10 pm Knock thrice if you’re feeling reckless. Twice if you want me to behave. Either way, my door is always open. - A

You smile.

———

You lay spread-eagle on your bed, listening for the sound of doors closing. You wanted the team in bed before you went to Aaron. All but one door… and there it was. The last click. The coast was clear. You swing your legs off the bed. Exhaustion racks your frame, but your excitement masks the strain.

You slip out of your hotel room, gently drawing your door close. Aaron’s room is opposite yours— convenient. As you’re about to knock on his door, you hesitate for a second. Twice or thrice? But as the week you’ve had flashes in front of your eyes, your resolve hardens. 

Tap-tap-tap.

The door swings open almost immediately. Chocolate brown eyes meet yours, and the day’s irritation melts away. Aaron takes you by the wrist, guiding you into the room gently. The warmth of his palm was comforting, a reassurance that you were safe, even when your mind was racing.

As you follow him, you take in the state of the room. Files are scattered across the desk. A few are marked with sticky notes, others open to pages filled with dense reports and scribbled annotations. A half-finished glass of bourbon is balanced precariously nearby, and his blazer is draped over the back of the chair. Aaron’s tie is missing, tossed in some dark corner.

A dry chuckle escapes you, “Good to see I’m not the only one going nuts from stress.”

He doesn’t respond, but the small quirk of his lips tells you he heard.

“Sit,” he instructed softly, pointing towards the edge of the bed. With a quiet exhale, you obey, letting yourself be steered. You didn’t want to think anymore. Your knees fall open as you settle in, tension roving through your muscles.

Hotch steps between your legs, presence steady and grounding. Without a word, he places his hands on your shoulders, expert thumbs kneading the knots there. 

Slow. Deliberate.

You can’t help the groan that falls from your lips. It felt heavenly. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and soothing. “Take a deep breath for me.”

The rigidity in your neck eases slowly, and your breathing evens out. For the first time since landing in Denver, you let go.

But just as you begin to get comfortable under Aaron’s ministrations, he moves.

Not far, just enough to sink down on the mattress beside you. Before you could process his decision, his large paws envelop your waist. And he pulls— guiding you effortlessly into his lap.

A quiet gasp escaped you as you let yourself be gathered into his hold, your back pressing flush against his chest, his arms winding around your middle.

“Better?” he murmured against your hair, his lips barely brushing your temple.

You exhaled, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Better.”

“Let me take care of you tonight, honey,” he whispered, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

He wasn’t kidding about being reckless. You had never done this before on a case. Despite that, you nod eagerly. You needed this. And something told you that Aaron did, too.

He doesn’t waste any time. Pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands trail up your ribs, going all the way up under your shirt. The feeling of his fingers on your skin set your senses on fire. Heat blooms across your face and your head lolls back against his shoulders as he cups your tits, the rough pad of his thumbs flicking against your nipples. A low grunt from Aaron conveys that he’s grateful for your decision to forego a bra tonight. 

Without warning, he pinches your right nipple. The sudden sensation catches you off guard, and you gasp, arching into his touch. He’s barely even started touching you, and you’re already losing it.

“The mirror,” he says suddenly.

The words cut through the haze of arousal settling on your brain. “What?”

“The mirror. Look at it.” You feel him indicate with a nod, and you blink, gaze shifting forward to land on the large mirror across from the bed—one of those standard hotel-room fixtures positioned perfectly to reflect the two of you. 

What you see makes heat spread across your face. You, seated in Aaron’s lap, with his arms wrapped securely around your waist. Your face is flushed, and your nipples are pointed through the material of your shirt. Your jaw hangs slightly open, and you’re breathing audibly. You look utterly wanton and at Aaron’s mercy. With a start, you realise his shirt is rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms.

Just the way you like it.

And the way they strained as they caged you against him? Words couldn’t describe how badly you needed him right now. Sensing your desire, Aaron moves faster. In the blink of an eye, he pulls your thin shirt over your head and discards it, exposing your breasts. Large, calloused hands sweep across your body and whispered sighs fall from your mouth. 

“Touch me, please,” you beg, desperate for his hands to graze you where you need him the most.

Through the mirror, you watch Aaron as he slowly mouths up your neck, settling on that soft spot behind your ears. Impatience takes over, and you grind into his lap, rubbing your pussy into his hardening crotch. You needed him inside you now, and you didn’t care whether it was his fingers or his cock.

“Patience,” he rasps into your ear, “Or I’m gonna go even slower.”

Your retort burns on your tongue, but before you can do anything about it, Aaron slides his hands under the waistband of your pants. He brushes his fingers gently over your abdomen, taking his sweet time.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight, sweetheart,” he continues. His voice is unfairly composed. You have no idea how his brain is still functioning because yours certainly isn’t. All you can think about is the feeling of his thick fingers, preferably buried inside your cunt.

A prolonged moan slips out of you. You couldn’t give less of a damn about who heard right now. 

“Aaron,” you plead, making eye contact through the mirror. He looks so pleased— like a cat that got the cream. And then, slowly— oh, so slowly—his fingers flit over where you needed him the mouth.

“I want you to keep your eyes on yourself, sweetheart,” Aaron commanded, his Unit Chief voice seeping out. “If you don’t, I’ll stop.”

Your breath hitches. You nod. Anything. Whatever he wanted, you’d give it to him. You just wanted him inside of you. 

Aaron rolls your pants down in a deft movement, letting his palms rove over your stomach. Thankfully, he decides to put you out of your misery, and slides his fingers into your panties, groaning in your ear as it slips in oh so easily, creating a wet sound. The friction sends you to heaven, and you stretch your legs further apart, too far gone to be embarrassed by how you look in the mirror right now. 

“My pretty girl,” he rasps, “You’ve been so good today.”

The praise has you whimpering and you grind down on his palm.

“Didn’t even complain,” Aaron grunts, hooking his fingers inside your gummy walls, “Such a good girl.” You whimper at his words and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. The way he’s scissoring his fingers in your cunt… 

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so wet for me right now.”

Aaron continues to slide his fingers in and out of you, ever so slowly but oh so perfectly. You bite your lips to contain the noises threatening to escape you, but when he grabs your tit, rolling a nipple between his fingers, your eyes slide shut, letting the sensations take over.

“I said,” he growls, punctuating his words with thrusts of his fingers, “Look. At. The Mirror.” 

Your eyes fly open, and your hips jerk involuntarily, overwhelmed by the feel of his touch. Your body burns in pleasure, and his name falls from your lips, tangled with a soft moan. 

“God, you feel so fucking good, honey,” Aaron groans, “I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re so wet. You’re doing so well, baby”

“Please, yes…” you whine back, body arching to beg for more. His fingers are dripping wet with your arousal and you watch them disappear repeatedly into your cunt, making damp sounds. You bite your lower lip to keep your impending orgasm at bay, but just then, Aaron circles your clit with the pad of his thumb.

The cry that leaves you only seems to incense Aaron. He’s fully hard by now, and you can feel his cock straining painfully against your ass. Pleasure clouds your brain, and you can’t do anything but take what he gives you and grind helplessly on his lap. Despite that, you don’t look away from the mirror, watching indulgently as you bounce on Aaron’s hand and he sucks light bruises into your neck.

Aaron keeps circling your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. The coil in your belly is tightening and you can barely even concentrate on the honeyed words he’s spilling in your ears. He continues to work you, pumping his fingers steadily into your pussy.

“Aaron, I wanna cum so bad,” you sob, hovering over the edge. The pleasure is spreading from your clit to the rest of your body, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispers, “Let go.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. 

Your orgasm crashes into you like a massive wave, walls squeezing his fingers tightly. Aaron groans deeply in your ear as you ride out your pleasure, watching you through the mirror. He continues thrusting his fingers inside you, his other hand holding your waist tightly.

Tears prick your eyes, and your body shakes. You take time to come down from your high, but when you do, you can’t even remember why you’d been in such a shit mood today to start with.

Aaron gently brushes strands of hair away from your face, still whispering sweet nothings. His eyes were still dark with lust, but he was looking at you like you’d hung the moon. You lift a trembling hand and wrap your palm around his wrist. Not pushing or pulling, just holding on.

“There’s my girl,” Aaron smiles, holding you close. “Feel any better?”

“Much,” you admit. 

“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, as he peppers your neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Hey, Aaron,” you start suddenly, “I think I know where the sheriff put the evidence.”

“What?” Aaron blinks at you, processing your words. Then, with an exasperated smirk, “You really know how to kill a mood, sweetheart.”

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Can’t Wait - Yu Jimin

pairing. idol!karina x chaebol!reader

synopsis. a chaebol daughter, Y/N, unexpectedly finds herself drawn into a whirlwind connection with Karina, a top idol who’s never felt anything close to love—until now.

“No.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her cold gaze fixed on her phone screen as she read the group chat.

Manon: Guys, aespa concert for my birthday. You’re all coming. No excuses.

Yves: Finally! I’ve been dying to see them live 😭

Manon: I got VIP tickets. We’ll be right next to the stage 😌

Yves: Omg, front-row seats? Count me in!

Manon: Y/N? 👀

Y/N: Absolutely not.

Her fingers hovered over her phone as the typing bubble from Manon popped up. Y/N already knew what was coming—a relentless string of messages filled with emojis, persuasive tactics, and an unhealthy amount of guilt-tripping.

Manon: Come on, it’s my birthday! You can’t say no to me on my birthday. 🥺

Manon: Besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do. 😏

Manon: Live a little, Y/N.

Yves: She has a point… It’s for Manon. Just this once?

Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning back on her couch. Of course, they’d gang up on her like this. She didn’t even dislike aespa—it was just that being dragged into the K-pop frenzy wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. But Manon wasn’t going to let it go.

Her phone buzzed again.

Manon: Y/N, I already got you a ticket. You’re coming whether you like it or not. 😘

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh. “Typical Manon.” There was no escaping her once she set her mind on something.

The venue was packed, buzzing with energy as fans filled every corner, lightsticks waving in unison. The air felt electric, anticipation hanging thick in the atmosphere.

Y/N glanced down at her outfit and frowned. She tugged at the edge of her jacket—an exact replica of Karina’s “Supernova” MV outfit, complete with the silver detailing and edgy vibe.

“I still can’t believe you made me wear this,” Y/N muttered, shooting a glare at Manon, who was grinning ear to ear.

“Relax,” Manon said, tossing an arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “We look amazing. Plus, it’s part of the experience. Trust me, we’ll get noticed for sure.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

Yves, standing next to them, laughed. “Come on, Y/N, loosen up a bit. It’s not every day you get to be front row at an aespa concert.”

The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted in deafening cheers as the stage lit up with vivid colors. The members of aespa appeared, their energy filling the venue instantly. Y/N couldn’t deny how impressive they were live—Karina especially, who seemed to command the stage effortlessly.

As the show went on, Y/N found herself momentarily forgetting her discomfort. The music was good, the performances captivating. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Until it happened.

“Let’s play a little game,” Karina’s voice echoed through the arena, a playful smile on her face. “We’re going to play I Spy with the crowd!”

Y/N froze.

“No, no, no…” she whispered, her eyes widening as the camera began panning across the audience.

“Look for something silver,” Karina said. “Hmm… Oh!”

The giant screen above the stage zoomed in on Y/N.

“Oh my God,” Manon whispered excitedly, shaking Y/N’s arm. “She’s looking right at you!”

Y/N’s heart stopped as Karina’s eyes locked onto hers.

“Is that…?” Karina’s voice faltered for a split second before she smiled, tilting her head slightly. “I like your outfit. It’s… stunning.”

A murmur rippled through the crowd, but it wasn’t until Karina’s next words—accidentally whispered into the mic—that chaos truly erupted.

“Absolutely stunning.”

The crowd exploded. Fans screamed, lightsticks waving furiously, while the other members of aespa glanced at Karina, some laughing, others wide-eyed with surprise.

Y/N blinked, heat rushing to her face. “What just happened?”

“She called you stunning,” Yves said, barely containing her laughter. “In front of thousands of people. And everyone heard it.”

“It’s fan service,” Y/N said quickly, brushing it off as her heart thumped in her chest. “That’s all it is.”

“Uh-huh,” Manon smirked. “Sure. Fan service.”

The screen lingered on Y/N a second too long, catching Karina’s lingering gaze before it finally cut away.

Y/N exhaled, forcing herself to ignore the curious stares from the people around her. “I am never listening to you again, Manon.”

“You’ll thank me later,” Manon said with a wink. “Trust me.”

But Y/N had a sinking feeling that this was only the beginning of a much bigger mess.

The concert had ended hours ago, but the chaos that followed Karina’s little slip-up was far from over. Y/N sat on the couch in her penthouse, phone in hand, scrolling through a never-ending stream of notifications. Her name was all over Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok—clips of Karina calling her stunning had already gone viral.

“Y/N L/N spotted at aespa’s concert!”

“Karina’s reaction is priceless. She’s totally starstruck.”

“Did Karina just call Y/N stunning in front of thousands? Gay panic much?”

Y/N sighed, tossing her phone onto the cushion beside her. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to go.”

The door to her penthouse burst open, and Manon strolled in, holding two iced lattes and a mischievous grin. “Good morning, viral sensation!”

Y/N glared at her. “I didn’t invite you.”

“You never do.” Manon plopped down beside her and handed her a drink. “But I thought you might need caffeine after last night’s… performance.”

“It wasn’t a performance,” Y/N shot back, taking the latte. “It was a disaster.”

Manon chuckled. “Disaster? Please. You’re trending. Everyone’s obsessed with you—and Karina, apparently.” She pulled out her phone and started reading tweets. ”‘Karina’s reaction to Y/N is giving soulmate energy.’ Oh, this one’s good: ‘Karina called Y/N stunning? I ship it.’ There are already fan edits of you two.”

Y/N groaned. “It’s fan service, Manon. That’s what idols do. They say things like that to go viral. She probably didn’t even mean it.”

Manon raised an eyebrow. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that. But let me remind you—she wasn’t supposed to have her mic on when she said it.”

Y/N froze for a second. That part she hadn’t really thought about. Karina’s reaction hadn’t felt… rehearsed. It had felt almost genuine, like the words slipped out before she could stop herself.

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “I’m not getting involved in this idol drama. I have my own life, and it doesn’t include being the center of some K-pop shipping war.”

Manon shrugged. “Fair enough. But good luck ignoring it. You know how relentless fans can be.”

Y/N didn’t respond, but she knew Manon was right. No matter how much she tried to brush it off, the internet wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon.

Karina sat in the practice room, phone in hand, staring at the screen with a blank expression. She’d watched the clip a dozen times by now—her voice whispering stunning into the mic, Y/N’s surprised expression on the big screen, and the crowd’s reaction.

She groaned and buried her face in her hands. “I’m such an idiot.”

“An idiot for what?” Winter asked, walking into the room with a curious look. “What happened?”

Karina peeked at her from between her fingers. “Did you see the clip from the concert?”

Winter smirked. “Oh, you mean the part where you called Y/N L/N stunning in front of thousands of fans and the whole internet? Yeah, I saw it. Everyone saw it.”

Karina groaned louder, dropping her head onto her knees. “It just slipped out. I didn’t mean to say it out loud. My mic was supposed to be off!”

“Mm-hmm,” Winter teased, plopping down beside her. “Sure, it just slipped out. I’ve never seen you that starstruck in my life. You couldn’t take your eyes off her.”

Karina shot her a glare. “I wasn’t starstruck. I was… surprised.”

“Surprised by her beauty?” Winter said with a mischievous grin. “It’s okay, Karina. We all know Y/N is gorgeous. Even I’d call her stunning.”

Karina leaned back against the wall with a frustrated sigh. “You don’t get it. This is a problem. She’s a chaebol, Winter. She’s not just some random celebrity we can casually talk to. She’s way out of our league, and now people think I’m obsessed with her.”

Winter chuckled. “Out of your league? Please. You’re—Karina of aespa. If anything, she’s probably out there wondering how to get your attention.”

Karina opened her mouth to argue, but a thought stopped her. What if Y/N was thinking about her? No, that was ridiculous.

“I just have to lay low until it blows over,” Karina muttered. “The fans will find something new to obsess over soon.”

“Good luck with that,” Winter said, scrolling through her phone. “The fans aren’t letting this go anytime soon. Look, someone already made a fan page for you two—‘Karina x Y/N.’ They’re calling you the perfect power couple.”

Karina snatched the phone and stared at the page. It was filled with pictures, clips from the concert, and countless comments speculating about their relationship. Her face flushed. “Oh my God.”

“Oh, and get this,” Winter continued. “Someone claims they saw Y/N liking one of the edits on TikTok.”

Karina’s eyes widened. “What? Are you serious?”

Winter shrugged. “Could be fake, but wouldn’t it be funny if it wasn’t?”

Karina leaned back again, suddenly feeling ten times more anxious. If Y/N had actually seen one of the edits… did that mean she was paying attention?

Y/N sat at her desk, her laptop open, pretending to focus on work while her thoughts kept drifting back to Karina. She hated to admit it, but Manon’s words were stuck in her head. What if it wasn’t fan service? What if Karina actually meant it?

Her phone buzzed with a notification. Another message from Manon.

Manon: Did you see Karina’s Weverse post? 👀

Y/N frowned and clicked on the link.

It was a simple post—just a picture of the crowd at the concert with the caption:

“Last night was unforgettable. Thank you, MYs. 💖”

But what caught Y/N’s attention was the timing. It had been posted just a few minutes after the concert ended, and the comments were filled with fans speculating about her.

Y/N stared at the screen, her heart beating faster than it should have. “Unforgettable,” she repeated softly.

She shook her head, shutting her laptop. “Nope. Not getting sucked into this.”

But deep down, she knew it was already too late.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to another flood of notifications. Apparently, her accidental rise to internet fame was nowhere near dying down. If anything, it was picking up speed.

Her phone buzzed again—a message from Yves.

Yves: Girl, you’re basically the main character on K-pop Twitter right now.

Yves: I’m serious. Look at this.

Y/N clicked the link Yves had sent, and a video edit loaded on her screen. It was one of those overly dramatic TikTok fan edits. Slow-motion clips of her on the big screen at the concert were mixed with Karina’s stunned expression, paired with emotional music. The caption read: “Karina x Y/N – meant to be?”

The next clip played Karina’s whisper: “Stunning,” followed by a close-up of her face as she tried to recover from the slip.

Y/N blinked. “Oh my God.” She turned the phone off and tossed it onto the couch. “This is getting out of hand.”

Her phone lit up again—this time, it was Manon calling. Y/N sighed and answered. “What now?”

“You’re welcome,” Manon said in a sing-song voice.

“For what?” Y/N asked, already regretting picking up.

“For making you the hottest topic on the internet. This is a PR dream, babe. You’re unstoppable right now.”

“I don’t want to be the hottest topic on the internet,” Y/N shot back. “I want this to blow over so I can go back to my life without people thinking I’m secretly dating an idol.”

Manon chuckled. “Who said anything about secret dating? But hey, if Karina happens to slide into your DMs, you’d better not leave her on read.”

“Manon,” Y/N warned. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“I’m not joking,” Manon said seriously. “You know how K-pop idols can be super private. If she’s curious about you, she might reach out through a back channel. It happens all the time in this industry.”

Y/N paused, unsure how to respond. The idea of Karina actually reaching out seemed absurd… but not entirely impossible.

“Relax,” Manon said, breaking the silence. “Just enjoy the attention while it lasts. You’re already on top of the world, Y/N. Own it.”

Y/N hung up, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”

Karina sat cross-legged on the floor of the practice room, scrolling through her phone with a mixture of dread and curiosity. The internet had exploded overnight, and she couldn’t stop herself from checking the reactions.

The fan edits. The ship name. The endless comments about her “gay panic” moment.

Winter leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You’ve been on your phone for two hours. Let me guess… Y/N?”

Karina didn’t bother denying it. “It’s out of control. They’re acting like we’re soulmates or something.”

Winter raised an eyebrow. “And how do you feel about that?”

Karina hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen. How did she feel about it? She barely knew Y/N, but something about her had thrown her completely off balance.

“I don’t know,” Karina admitted quietly. “I’ve never felt like this before. It’s… confusing.”

Winter smirked. “Sounds like you have a crush.”

Karina shot her a look. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m serious,” Winter said, sitting down next to her. “Look, you’re one of the most focused, controlled people I know. You never react like that. But the second you saw her, you froze. It’s not just some random thing. Trust me.”

Karina leaned back, lost in thought. Was Winter right? Had she really developed a crush on Y/N from one brief interaction?

Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from her manager.

Manager: We need to talk about the Y/N situation. Call me.

Karina sighed. “Great. This is just what I needed.”

“Looks like it’s time to decide how you want to handle this,” Winter said with a grin. “You gonna ignore it, or are you gonna make a move?”

Karina bit her lip, the wheels in her mind turning. For once in her life, she wasn’t sure what the right move was.

Y/N was sitting at her desk, trying to focus on a report, when a notification popped up on her phone. She ignored it at first, but something about it caught her eye.

It was a follow request on Instagram. From katarinabluu.

Her breath caught in her throat. “No way.”

Y/N stared at the request, her mind racing. What does this mean? Is this some kind of mistake? Or is she really trying to reach out?

Her finger hovered over the Accept button.

“Manon’s gonna lose her mind,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

And just like that, with one tap of her finger, everything changed.

Y/N couldn’t stop staring at her phone. Karina’s follow request sat there, mocking her with its simplicity. After a few deep breaths, she hit Accept—half out of curiosity and half out of a strange desire to know what would happen next.

Not even a minute passed before her phone buzzed again.

katarinabluu: Hey.

Y/N blinked, her heart skipping a beat. She reread the message twice, wondering if it was a prank or if she was hallucinating. Was Karina really messaging her?

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She started typing, erased it, and tried again. Finally, she settled on something casual.

Y/N: Hey. Didn’t expect to hear from you.

The three little dots indicating Karina was typing popped up almost immediately.

Katarina: Yeah, sorry if this is weird. I just… wanted to check in. After last night, things got a little crazy, huh?

Y/N: You could say that. My notifications are still blowing up.

Katarina: Same. I thought it’d die down by now, but… guess not.

Y/N chuckled softly to herself. “Of course not,” she muttered.

Y/N: You kinda caused the chaos, you know. Calling me ‘stunning’ with your mic on? Bold move.

Karina read the message and winced, though she couldn’t help but smile at Y/N’s teasing tone.

Katarina: Totally unintentional, I swear. My mic wasn’t supposed to be on.

Y/N: Uh-huh. Sure.

Katarina: I’m serious! But… I mean, it’s not like I was lying.

Y/N froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart began to race again. Did Karina just… admit that?

Y/N: …So you meant it?

There was a pause. The dots appeared and disappeared several times before Karina finally responded.

Katarina: Yeah. You were stunning. Still are.

Y/N stared at the message, her face heating up. She was used to compliments—she’d been in the public eye long enough to brush them off—but something about Karina’s words felt different. They felt real.

Before she could overthink it, another message popped up.

Katarina: Look, I know we don’t really know each other, but… would you want to grab coffee sometime? Just to talk. Away from all the cameras and chaos.

Y/N’s heart skipped again. Coffee? With Karina? It wasn’t exactly what she’d expected, but it was… intriguing.

Y/N: You’re serious?

Katarina: 100%. No fan service, no cameras. Just us.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before typing back.

Y/N: Okay. Coffee sounds good.

Katarina: Great. I’ll message you the details. Looking forward to it. :)

As soon as the conversation ended, Y/N leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair.

“What did I just agree to?” she whispered.

Her phone buzzed again—this time from Manon.

Manon: Did Karina just follow you? And DM you? Are you KIDDING ME?!

Y/N sighed, already bracing herself for the interrogation that was about to come.

Y/N stood in front of her full-length mirror, adjusting her outfit for the third time. She wasn’t usually one to stress over casual meetings, but this felt different. She kept telling herself it was just coffee, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t just coffee.

Her phone buzzed.

Katarina: I’m here. Outside the café. No rush.

Y/N grabbed her bag and took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”

The café was small and tucked away in a quiet neighborhood—intimate and unassuming. When Y/N stepped inside, her eyes immediately locked onto Karina, who was sitting at a corner table, wearing a simple black hoodie and a baseball cap.

For a second, Y/N forgot how to breathe.

Karina looked up and smiled, standing to greet her. “Hey. You made it.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, sliding into the seat across from her. “Nice disguise.”

Karina chuckled, adjusting her cap. “Had to be careful. Didn’t want to attract too much attention.”

“So… what’s this about?” Y/N asked, leaning forward slightly. “Not that I’m complaining, but it’s not every day that a K-pop idol asks me out for coffee.”

Karina smiled, a little shyly this time. “Honestly? I just… wanted to get to know you. Without all the noise. Last night was kind of a wake-up call for me.”

“A wake-up call?”

“Yeah,” Karina admitted. “I’ve been in the industry so long that I kind of forgot what it’s like to be genuinely curious about someone. And after seeing you… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. She hadn’t expected that level of honesty.

“I… don’t know what to say,” Y/N said softly. “But I guess I’ve been thinking about you too.”

For a moment, they just sat there, the noise of the café fading into the background.

“Then maybe,” Karina said, her voice steady but her eyes hopeful, “this doesn’t have to be just coffee.”

Y/N took a sip of her iced latte, trying to mask her nervousness. The tension in the air wasn’t heavy—it was surprisingly light—but the unspoken words between them made her heart race.

“So,” Y/N began, placing her cup down. “Do you do this often?”

“Do what?” Karina tilted her head, a playful smile on her lips.

“Track down random chaebol daughters and ask them out for coffee.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Karina laughed, her shoulders relaxing a little. “You caught me. I’m secretly building a collection of chaebol friends.”

Y/N smirked. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Not great,” Karina admitted, leaning in slightly. “Turns out, most of them don’t agree to coffee. But you did.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the slight blush that crept up her neck. “I’m sure you could’ve had your pick of anyone, but you chose me.”

Karina’s smile softened. “I told you, Y/N. You stood out. And… I don’t want this to sound weird, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

Y/N looked down at her drink, swirling the ice around with her straw. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that—Karina was unexpectedly sincere, which threw her off completely.

“You’re really bad at fan service, you know,” Y/N said, finally meeting her eyes. “You’re supposed to make it sound fake.”

“I’m not interested in fan service with you,” Karina said without missing a beat. “I’m just… interested in you.”

Y/N felt her breath hitch. For a moment, the world around her seemed to pause.

“That’s… bold,” she said quietly.

“I’ve been bold since last night,” Karina replied with a slight shrug. “Might as well keep it going.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Fair enough. So what now, Ms. K-pop Idol?”

Karina leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers on the table. “Now? We finish our coffee. Then maybe we go for a walk… or talk about something other than the industry or what’s trending on social media.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Karina said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “That’s a dangerous game.”

“I like dangerous.”

Y/N took a moment to think before leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Okay… but only if you go first.”

Karina nodded. “Deal.” She paused, thinking for a second. “I hate roller coasters.”

Y/N blinked. “That’s it? That’s your deep secret?”

“Hey, it’s a serious phobia,” Karina defended herself, holding up her hands. “I went on one when I was a kid, and I cried for an hour afterward. Haven’t gone on one since.”

Y/N chuckled. “Noted. No roller coasters for you.”

“Your turn,” Karina said, leaning in with anticipation.

Y/N hesitated, then finally said, “I once skipped a huge charity event and hid out at a theme park all night. No one ever found out.”

Karina’s eyes widened. “Wait… seriously? The media didn’t catch that?”

“Nope.” Y/N grinned. “I’m better at sneaking around than you’d think.”

“Impressive,” Karina said, her admiration clear. “We’re both full of surprises, huh?”

“Seems like it,” Y/N agreed, feeling more relaxed than she had in days.

The conversation continued, flowing effortlessly between lighthearted banter and deeper confessions. Hours passed without either of them noticing, the initial awkwardness long forgotten.

Eventually, Karina glanced at her phone and sighed. “I hate to say it, but I have to go soon. Schedule stuff.”

“Back to the idol life,” Y/N said with a soft smile.

“Yeah.” Karina stood, adjusting her hoodie. “But… this was nice. Really nice.”

“It was,” Y/N agreed, standing as well.

They lingered for a moment at the door, neither quite ready to say goodbye.

“So,” Karina said, her voice soft. “Can I see you again?”

Y/N smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” Karina said, her eyes locking onto Y/N’s. “I’ll text you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Y/N replied.

With that, Karina gave a small wave and disappeared down the street. Y/N watched her go, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

As Y/N walked home, her phone buzzed with a new message.

katarinabluu: I already miss you. Just saying.

Y/N grinned, typing back.

Y/N: Same :)

Little did she know, this was just the beginning of something neither of them had expected.

The days following their coffee date passed in a whirlwind, but Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Karina. Her presence lingered in every quiet moment—a message here, a picture there, and more than a few late-night conversations that stretched until dawn.

She wasn’t sure how they’d slipped into this routine, but it felt effortless. Natural.

It had been a week since their first meeting when Y/N found herself scrolling through her phone late at night, staring at Karina’s latest message.

katarinabluu: Are you awake?

Y/N: Yeah. Can’t sleep. You?

Katarina: Same. Want to go for a drive?

Y/N hesitated for a split second before typing back.

Y/N: Pick me up in 20.

Karina’s black SUV idled quietly outside Y/N’s building. Y/N slid into the passenger seat, her pulse quickening at the sight of Karina in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, her hair tucked beneath a cap.

“Midnight drive, huh?” Y/N said, buckling her seatbelt. “Sounds suspiciously like something out of a K-drama.”

“Maybe,” Karina replied with a grin, pulling away from the curb. “But I promise there won’t be any dramatic rain scenes or tragic confessions.”

“Good,” Y/N teased. “I left my umbrella at home.”

The streets of Seoul were quiet, the usual buzz of the city muted under the glow of streetlights. The radio played softly in the background, filling the silence with a calming melody.

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, watching the city blur past.

“Nowhere specific,” Karina said. “Just wanted to escape for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Y/N said softly. “I could use a little escape too.”

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of the engine almost lulling Y/N into a sense of peace. It wasn’t until they reached a quiet overlook on the edge of the city that Karina finally stopped the car.

“Wow,” Y/N said as she stepped out, taking in the stunning view of Seoul’s skyline. “This is beautiful.”

“One of my favorite spots,” Karina admitted, leaning against the hood of the car. “No one ever bothers me here.”

Y/N joined her, their shoulders brushing as they stood side by side. “You come here often?”

“Sometimes,” Karina said, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “When things get overwhelming.”

“I get that,” Y/N said quietly. “The whole world watching your every move… it’s a lot.”

Karina glanced at her, her eyes soft. “Yeah. But being here with you… it feels different. Easier.”

Y/N turned to meet her gaze, their faces closer than she’d realized. “It does,” she agreed. “Like we’re not those people for a little while.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing in the quiet night.

“Y/N,” Karina said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you… afraid of this?” Karina gestured between them. “Of what’s happening here?”

Y/N hesitated, her heart pounding. “A little,” she admitted. “But not enough to stop.”

Karina smiled—a small, genuine smile that made Y/N’s heart ache in the best way. “Good. Me too.”

Y/N laughed softly, the tension melting away. “Look at us. Two scared idiots trying to figure this out.”

“At least we’re figuring it out together,” Karina said, nudging her gently.

Y/N nudged her back. “Yeah. Together.”

They stood there for a while longer, the city lights twinkling below them like stars. For the first time in a long time, everything felt… right.

Y/N woke up to her phone buzzing relentlessly. Groggily, she reached for it, blinking at the notifications flooding her screen.

Trending on Twitter: #KarinaAndY/N

Her stomach dropped.

“Oh no,” she muttered, sitting up in bed.

Manon’s name lit up her phone, followed by several frantic texts.

Manon: You’re trending. AGAIN. What did you do this time?!

Manon: Wait. Were you with Karina last night?

Manon: CALL ME.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. “This can’t be good.”

Her phone buzzed again—this time, it was Karina.

Katarina: Don’t panic. We’ll figure this out.

Y/N stared at the message for a moment before typing back.

Y/N: Too late. I’m already panicking.

Katarina: I’ll call you in 5. Just breathe.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. Things were about to get a lot more complicated.

[papriikau]

I saw your post about wanting requests for James Wilson :) thank you for servicing the community 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 I was thinking maybe something about the reader being Wilson’s wife/girlfriend and works for House. Maybe no one knows that they’re together. Perhaps House thinks that Wilson or reader are seeing someone and pesters them. Sorry about the rambling 😭

A RIDE HE WOULDN'T SURVIVE

SUMMARY you and Wilson have been secretly dating and House keeps trying to figure out who Wilsons seeing.

WARNINGS despite the title, there is no NSFW, a joke maybe but nothing bad

NOTES sry this took so long, I went home this weekend so I didn't have time to write. requests are open so pls make any requests you have!

“So who’s the honey?” House pesters Wilson in the elevator, a place Wilson can not escape.

“You don’t know her,”

“See, I think I do, because if i didn’t, you would have told me who she is,” House accuses.

“She works here but  you don't know her, I'm sparing her from your ‘curiosity’” the elevator opens and Wilson is quick to exit and walk to his office.

“So I’ll just keep asking the nurses until one buckles under pressure,” House exaggerates, earning a hum from Wilson as he enters his office. House enters his office and see’s his team discussing, so he enters.

“Patient with a-” Foreman starts but is interrupted by House.

“Anyone know who Wilsons hanky panky-ing with?”

“No, now can we take a look at this case?” Foreman sighs.

“Wilsons on wife 4?” You chime in, intrigued by House's curiosity.

“Not yet, won't be long before he begs wife number 3 for the ring back,” House looks around the room. “You know he used the same ring for 2 of his wives?”

“Seriously?” Thirteen quirks an eyebrow.

“No, so no one’s seen him sneak away with a particularly needy nurse?” Everyone says they haven’t.

“I’m ruling out the two of you,” he says to you and Thirteen. 

“That quickly? You never know,” Thirteen jokes.

“Yea, well you're not Wilsons type and you,” He looks at you, to which you raise an eyebrow, “let's just say you're a ride he wouldn’t survive.” he narrows his eyes. It sure wasn’t a compliment but you can't tell if it was an insult or not. He’s not entirely wrong though, James Wilson was definitely a little intimidated by you at first.

“You know what, maybe it could be you,” House makes a face at you, clearly not seriously pointing the finger.

“I’m seeing someone,” You tease.

“See now that rules her out,”

— 

“I think he’s onto us,” you say as you hear the door of your apartment open and close.

“Tried to corner me this morning,” James hangs up his jacket and comes into the kitchen.

“Told me it couldn’t be me because ‘I’m a ride you wouldn’t survive,’” you laugh and James comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. You lean into his touch.

“In that case, I don't think I’ll be able to come into work tomorrow,” he places a kiss on the back of your neck, moving your hair out of the way. You roll your eyes.

“After dinner, I’m hungry,” You laugh. “Anyways, he thinks it’s one of the nurses, so we're in the clear for at least a little while.” You grab his hands and turn around to face him, holding his hands by your side. You offer him a smile before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“What's for dinner?” he asks, kissing you again.

“Take out, just waiting for it to show,” You shrug. “Didn't feel like cooking.”

“How about we see what movies are on while we wait,” he suggests and the both of you move into the living room.

—

“You have a hickey,” House points out and Wilson adjusts the collar of his shirt to cover the mark. “So are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Wilson plays dumb.

“Who your sleeping with, I want to know,”

“No, I don't think I will,” Wilson says after pretending to think.

“Not even a hint?” 

“Fine,” Wilson agrees, “she works here.”

“You already told me that!” The elevator dings and the doors open. Wilson makes his way to his office, this time with House following behind him. That's when House brings up you.

“You know she has a boyfriend?”

“Does she?” Wilson plays dumb, suddenly nervous House had figured it out.

“Jealous? I know you had the hots for her,” House teases.

“Well my new girlfriend is hotter,” Wilson teases back.

“She seemed very interested in figuring out who you're dating, and offered to talk to some of the nurses for me,” House knows.

“You know don’t you!” Wilson accuses.

“Aha! You're sleeping with her!” 

“How did you find out!”

“You just told me,” House gloats with a smirk, while Wilson holds his head in his hands.

—

You're waiting for House to arrive to discuss the case, when he saunters in with Wilson. He just mouths ‘sorry’ to you and realization hits.

“Everyone, I’ve discovered who's sleeping with Wilson!” he announces. Wilson motions to the doors with his eyes and you take the chance. Before House can say another word, you grab Wilsons hand and run for the door of the office.

“Well there goes the surprise!” is all you hear House say before you go hide in Wilson's office.

“How did he find out!?” You ask.

“I accidentally told him. He was talking about you and I thought he knew,” He runs a hand down his face.

“It was bound to come out at some point,” You sigh and sit on his desk in front of him. 

“What do we do now?”

“Fake a break up,” you shrug.

“Not bad,” He says. You smile at him.

“Let's enjoy it for a little while, I like talking to you at work.” You lean down to give him a quick kiss. “I love you,”

“I love you too.”

[ha-rinrin]

Echos of Laughter

Summary: You and Jinx are joking around when an annoyed Isha appears, demanding some peace so she can sleep.

Pairing: Jinx x Fem!reader

Wordcount: 963

Authors note: Hey guys. This was a request, but I accidentally lost it 😭. It was basically what I summarized here. If you're the person who requested it, I'm so sorry I lost your request 😔. I really hope you like how it turned out! 🤞🏻

Masterlist

The hideout was as chaotic as ever. Scattered piles of old crates, mismatched furniture, and bits of scrap metal filled the space, yet it felt oddly cozy. The flickering light from a few scattered lamps cast shadows across the room, the air thick with a mix of dust and the faint smell of burnt gunpowder from Jinx's latest "project."

You and Jinx were stretched out on a large, slightly lumpy couch, the kind of couch that had probably seen better days but was still perfectly comfortable in the midst of all the madness. Jinx, curled up next to you, was having trouble settling down — her fingers tapping restlessly on your arm, her usual buzz of energy refusing to let her fall asleep.

Jinx shifted closer, her fingers tapping a playful rhythm on your arm. You felt her gaze on you, even before her hand sneaked up to poke your cheek.

“Poke,” she whispered with a grin, leaning in so close her breath tickled your skin.

“Jinx,” you groaned softly, swatting her hand away, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile.

“Oh, don’t pretend you’re all serious now,” she teased, tilting her head dramatically. “You’re just as much fun as me. Admit it.”

“Fun?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Who got stuck upside down in the ventilation shaft last week because she thought it was a ‘shortcut’?”

“That was a calculated risk!” Jinx shot back, feigning offense, though her lips twitched with amusement. “Besides, I got out, didn’t I?”

“Not without my help,” you quipped, smirking as you remembered the chaos.

Jinx pouted for all of two seconds before she launched her next attack—tickling your sides. You let out a yelp, twisting away from her as you tried to escape her hands.

“Jinx! Stop!” you gasped between laughter, your attempts to push her off only encouraging her more.

“Nope!” she declared triumphantly, straddling your legs to keep you pinned. “This is revenge for all those times you didn’t laugh at my jokes.”

“I always laugh at your jokes!” you argued, still squirming as she grinned down at you, victorious.

“Hmm, debatable,”

Your laughter filled the hideout, echoing off the metal walls and mismatched furniture. Jinx’s grin widened as she leaned closer, her fingers still poised for another tickling attack.

“Shh!” she hissed, though she was laughing herself. “You’re gonna wake up Isha!”

Before you could respond, Jinx's hand shot out, covering your mouth with her palm, silencing you instantly. You tried to push her hand away, but the laughter still bubbled up from your chest, making it impossible to stay quiet.

“Jinx, stop!” you mumbled, unable to fully protest with her hand over your lips.

She grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with playful victory. “Not my fault you’re so loud when you laugh,” she teased, still not letting go.

“Then stop tickling me!” you managed between gasps, trying and failing to push her off.

Jinx froze dramatically, her hands hovering mid-air as she raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? You’re the one with the loudest laugh ever.”

“You’re the one who started this!” you shot back, breathless but smiling.

She smirked, tapping a finger to her chin as if deep in thought. “Hmm, fair point. But…” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m not done yet!”

“Don’t you dare—”

But before you could finish, she pounced again, her hands finding their way back to your sides, and you dissolved into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

You froze mid-laugh, your gaze catching movement from the corner of your eye. There, standing just outside her little tent, was Isha. She was clad in her adorable mismatched pajamas, complete with tiny rocket ships and moons, her arms firmly crossed over her chest. Her expression, however, was anything but cute. With narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow, she stared you both down, her entire posture screaming, Let me sleep.

Jinx followed your gaze and immediately burst into a wide grin. “Oh no,” she whispered theatrically, nudging you. “We’ve been caught by the sleep police.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh again as Isha’s glare intensified. Despite her silence, the message was clear. She tapped her wrist dramatically, as if pointing to an invisible watch, then raised a brow at Jinx.

“What?” Jinx said innocently, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “It’s not even that late!”

Isha tilted her head, her expression unimpressed, before dramatically pointing at her tent and then miming covering her ears. You could almost hear her saying, You’re loud, and I can’t sleep.

You stifled a giggle, whispering, “We should probably let her rest.”

Jinx, never one to back down, leaned closer to you and whispered back, “But she’s just so cute when she’s mad. Look at her little pajamas!”

You nudged Jinx in the ribs, trying to hold back your own laughter. “Jinx, stop.”

Isha, catching Jinx’s teasing expression, rolled her eyes in exaggerated frustration before throwing her hands up and stomping back into her tent. The little door flap swayed dramatically behind her as she disappeared inside.

Jinx let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “oof. Someone’s got an attitude tonight.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” you muttered, shooting her a pointed look.

Jinx grinned sheepishly before flopping back onto the couch beside you. “Okay, okay, no more tickling. For now.”

You sighed, settling back into the cushions as the hideout fell quiet again. “Good. Let’s try to get some sleep before Isha really loses it.”

Jinx snorted softly, curling up next to you. “She loves us. She can’t stay mad forever.”

You glanced at the tent flap, still swaying slightly, and shook your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” she shot back, her grin audible in her voice as she snuggled closer.

[hon3y-y]

your choso has rewired my brain...literally cant stop thinking about popular reader who has a new bf every week x virgin nerd choso who despite his inexperience has every intention to leave you dumb on the end of his cock. He even lets you slap his books down and talk shit about him with your little girlfriends in public, but behind closed doors you're the one crying and begging him hdjsjs definition of 'send her back to her bf w my handprint on her ass' aaaaa and if its a love story, it turns out chosos had the fattest crush on her bc he knows shes actually a sweetie at heart but loves her toxic side too and gives her the best dick until she stops playing around like THE REVERSAL 😭 he would be so sweet in his own way and so loyal and a fucking dog to her lowkey but covers it up with mean words and pussy slaps 🥺

Nerd!choso has a special place in my pants heart😵‍💫

Cw; nastyy smut, filming, infidelity(👀), choso is a little pervy but that’s why we love him🫶, talks of bodily fluids, reader is a lil mean

Enjoy<3

After the first time you fucked, he was extremely a little mad about you dating someone the next day (especially since it was his first time and you knew that) but quickly forgot about it once he had his head between your legs later that night, your mouth babbling nonsense when he sucked a little too hard.

He would purposefully leave hickies on your chest and thighs, smiling cheekily as he watched your shakey legs try to dress yourself. “Don’t look at me that way," you mumbled, your usual attitude gone and replaced with shyness under his intense gaze. Yeah, he didn’t have to worry.

Choso let's you get away with everything. the laughing, the pushing, and the taunts about how “small” he probably is from your friends (to which he nearly smirks when you stiffen slightly). He goes along with all of it and even watches you tongue-fuck your stupid boyfriend, who’s likely one hard hit to the head away from permanent brain damage. But he can’t stay mad; you look so cute trying to be tough. Eyebrows furrowed and a little hiss in your tone, knowing that the moment everyone disappears, you’re nothing but a sobbing mess, begging for him to touch you.

You’re in his room later, bent into a mating press, gasping for air as his cock clumsily batters your g-spot. “Yes—fuck, cho! "Your skin feels so hot, and your mind is so numb. Choso is nearly just as loud, already cumming two times, but watching you made it impossible to pull out. A sticky mess of both your fluids caused gooey strings to form whenever he moved away, the erotic sight making him pull out and reach for his phone. “W-what are you—"

You tried to sit up when the light of a camera flashed in your eyes, making you gasp before he tilted it down, focusing on your pussy. “Look at how wet she is.” He reaches out to touch, making your hips jerk in sensitivity. He plays with your wetness, making your cheeks hot, showing off the substance to the camera before placing his finger on your hole to tap at the new cream that seeped out.

You went to pull your legs closed. "E-enough, Choso." You sent him a glare, making him laugh before leaning down to kiss your cunt. He pointed the camera up to catch your shocked face, and you glanced at it again. “Why are you filming this? I never said—"

You squeal as he nips your clit, immediately shutting up but sending him a harsh glare. He kisses your thigh at your compliance. “Do you really not want me to?” He stared up at you, putting little pecks on your bud, making your breath hitch. You shook your head, ‘no’, “fuck, I don’t care, just make me cum,” you whine, pushing his head down. You jolt up, your eyes widening, when you feel the stinging slap on your pussy.

You’re about to speak when he does it again and again, each hit harder than the previous one, a yelp of surprise escaping you as he forces the light in your eyes again, making you squint. “You’re such a slut, it’s almost pathetic." His harsh words make you pout, mumbling about how mean he is. “I’m mean? Tell the camera why you came here.” You bite your lip, looking away, causing him to grab your chin and force you to look. “I’m not asking.”

It feels humiliating: “He couldn’t make me cum.” Your voice is quiet, but you could practically feel the cocky smile on Choso's face. “Who’s he?” You want to die, shaking your head. He rolled his eyes, tapping on your cheek to signal you to talk. With a sigh, you repeat yourself, “My boyfriend couldn’t make me cum.” Choso mockingly coos behind the camera, his thumb going to rub your swollen bud. “And how many times have you cum since getting here?”

He pans the camera back and forth between your needy pussy and pretty face, your sweaty skin glistening under the intense lighting making his cock impossibly harder. You look so delicate, just helplessly taking the pleasure he gives you because your body needs him so bad. Tears gather in your waterline whenever he applies more pressure, eyes zeroing in on the slick that starts to drip down your ass.

You can’t answer, your jaw hanging open when he quickened his pace. Your chest is heaving as you chanted out ‘please!’ hips thrusting up to meet him until you quickly cum with a shutter, choso slowing but not stopping as you relax again. You look up to the camera with a tired smile, holding up your hands to signal four, your eyes could barely remain open, head flopping back into the pillow. your eyes are getting heavy, nearly having you succumb to sleep when you feel his tip align with your cunt. “Flip over, slut.”

He forces you to film yourself as he pounds into you from behind, crying when he leans down to tug at your sore nipples. He forces your back to arch more, pathetically taking his cock into your swollen pussy. If you drop the camera, he’ll wait until you pick it up again. Or, he’ll snatch it from your hand to catch you desperately rutting against him, begging him to let you cum and “fuck you right." He does just that, leaving you with a fried brain and a puddle of your own drool, tears, and juices from how intensely he made you squirt.

Honestly, he’s so horny and has so much stamina he’ll just keep going until he’s shooting blanks, making sure to point the camera at the cum that leaks out of your puffy cunt, spreading your lips so it can closely get your gaping hole. Of course, after he’s had his fun, he’ll gently take care of you. You’re practically sleeping already, barely being able to speak as he nods along to your near incoherent praise, “S'good t’me. Luv you so much."He smiles, a giddy feeling in his tummy, as he holds a water bottle to your lips, which you gulp down quickly, not realizing how dehydrated you really were. He tucks you in, cuddling as you grip onto him tightly.

It’s not long after that you stop seeing the guy you were with, or any for that matter (at least, according to your friends' knowledge). When they ask what happened, you just shrug, making up some excuse, trying not to stutter as the vibrations in your panties speed up. Choso watches closely, smiling happily as you try to discreetly roll your hips<3

A/n: I need him so bad it’s getting to me. Also, send request bc writers block is a btch. Mwah💋

[shy9-29]

I loveee your writing style 😭🙏 and I wanted to request something with Jay because he’s been a lil’ to fine lately 🥲

It’s late at night, and Jay is in the studio producing music. The reader gets super horny and begs Jay to hurry up, so she decides to distract him by placing a bunch of kisses on his neck but that doesn’t work. So she starts grinding on him, doesn’t work. Finally, she unzips his jeans and pulls down the top part of his pants and boxers seeing that he’s already semi-hard and Jay was just acting totally unbothered the whole time. Reader starts giving Jay head and he finally snaps out of it, grabbing the reader by the waist or smth like that, and starts ripping off her clothes, pounding into her relentlessly?

I love this.

A Late Night Distraction | p.js

pairing: park jongseong x reader

wc: 2.7k

synopsis: Jay is up late AGAIN working on a song for his groups comeback. It’s time to get his mind off this work for once, and forcused on you.

warning: not proof read, breeding kink, daddy kink, nipple play, p in v, cumming inside, Sunoo mentioned, grinding, degrading, swearing, harsh language, pet names, slut shaming, blowjob

18+ mdni

As the evening wore on, Jay sent a text informing you that he would be at the studio late, engrossed in music production. Bothered, you wonder if he has eaten anything.

Y/N: Have you had lunch?

Jay: No, it's fine. I'll just eat a big lunch tomorrow."

A sigh escaped your lips as you placed your phone aside and set about making some instant ramen. With the meal prepared, you hopped into your car and made your way to the building, taking the elevator up to the studio. As you entered the studio, you were greeted by Sunoo, a close friend of Jay's, who sported a cheerful smile. "Hey y/n," he said warmly. “Are you here to see Jay?”

"Actually, I am, do you know what room he’s in?" you replied.

Sunoo responded promptly, pointing you in the right direction. "Oh, he's in the second room to your left."

Jay was sitting on the chair in the room, headphones on and eyes locked to the computer screen as music played in his ears. He appeared to be in a state of deep focus, the faint glow of the computer screen illuminating his face. He didn’t notice that you had entered the room, too absorbed in his work to notice your presence.

Your eyes fell on Jay, his focus entirely consumed by the music he was producing. Knowing his dedication, you decided to take the initiative and prepare the ramen first. Setting the meal near him, you spoke up, "I know you said you didn't want to eat, but I brought you food anyways."

Jay looked up from his work, removing his headphones as he took in your presence.

Jay's eyes lit up when he saw you. He had been so consumed by his work that he had lost track of time. His stomach rumbled when he smelled the ramen you brought him "oh thanks, you're a lifesaver. I didn't realize how hungry I was.”

He said with a smile, turning a bit in his chair to face you.

His eyes followed you as you set down the food near him, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

He couldn't help but appreciate how thoughtful you were for bringing him food even though he had told you he wasn't hungry. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to him.

Jay hastily finished the ramen, the warm noodles providing much-needed sustenance. After slurping up the last drops of broth, he let out a satisfied sigh. The taste was delicious, and the warmth of the food filled his stomach. However, Jay quickly grabbed his headphones and put them back on, turning his focus back to the computer screen.

His mind was already back in the zone as he resumed his work, the music and beats playing through his headphones once again.

Frustration crept into your voice as you couldn't help but sigh, witnessing his immediate refocus on his music. “Jay, what are you..."

His response was dismissive, "Not now y/n, I'm busy."

You opened your mouth and tried to protest but he cut you off again.

"I said, I'm busy." He repeated, his eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him. His hands moved quickly across the keyboard, his fingers nimbly typing out a seemingly endless stream of notes and melodies.

Exasperated, you let out a soft groan, taking a seat on his lap. No reaction. It’s like you weren’t even there in the first place.

As you perched on his lap, leaning over his shoulder to watch him work, he continued clicking and typing, seemingly oblivious to your presence. He was laser-focused on his work, his mind and hands completely engrossed in the music.

His brow was furrowed in concentration, his eyes locked on the screen as his fingers danced across the keyboard, creating a complex symphony of sound.

Okay.. you think to yourself. Time for plan B: Grinding.

You begin to move gently against his lap, trying to get his attention. Still no reaction from him. It's as if he wasn't even paying attention to you sitting on his lap.

He was completely immersed in his music, his eyes glued to the computer screen, his hands moving deftly over the keyboard.

You let out a few soft whimpers in an attempt to get Jay's attention, hoping that he would notice you, but his focus remained on his work.

He continued to type and click on the computer, his ears filled with the sound of the music he was creating. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that you were whimpering on his lap.

You continued to squirm and whimper, trying to get Jay's attention, but he was completely absorbed in his work. It was like you didn't even exist in his world. Frustrated, you decided to take it up a notch and started kissing his neck, trailing your lips along his jawline.

He still didn't react. He simply kept typing and clicking, his mind completely fixated on the music he was creating.

You let out a soft moan, his name escaping your lips as his attention remained focused on his work.

"Mhhh... Jay..."

He still didn't react. His mind was completely enveloped in the music, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with an almost feverish intensity.

You let out another moan, this one louder and more needy than the last.

"Jay... I need you.."

He still didn't react. His focus was solely on the computer screen in front of him, his mind consumed by the music he was creating.

You can feel his body responding to you now; the way he takes a sharp breath, the way his muscles tense up beneath you as you squirm on his lap. You can feel his hardness growing in his pants, responding to your every move.

He still pretends not to notice, his eyes laser focused on the computer screen in front of him.

His hips suddenly bucked upwards, instinctively seeking more contact with you. He still pretends not to notice his own reaction, acting like it's just a random movement, but you can see the slight flush that has crept onto his cheeks.

You finally slide off his lap and kneel on the floor between his legs. With a quick yet careful movement, you unzip his jeans and pull down the top of his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. He bucked his hips up again, this time letting out a little grunt.

You look up at him and wait for a reaction, but his eyes are still fixed on the computer screen. He continues to type and click, his hands moving quickly across the keyboard, as if nothing had happened.

You kneel there for a moment, feeling frustrated and ignored. You want his attention so badly, but he is completely engrossed in his work. It's like you don't even exist to him right now.

You decided to stroke his member with your hands painfully slow, hoping for a reaction. Again, nothing.

Okay… plan C: Jay’s favorite, blowjobs. You position your mouth above his tip, licking the top part of his shaft.

He suddenly looked down and noticed you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as he took in the sight of you kneeling between his legs, his cock in your mouth. “Fuck...” he cursed under his breath, his hands momentarily freezing over the keyboard.

Jay stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He reached out and grabbed you, lifting you up and placing you on the table. "You’re so distracting you little needy slut..." he muttered, his eyes blazing with desire as he tore at your clothes, ripping them off your body without care.

Your heart was racing as you feel the cool air hit your exposed skin. His rough handling turned you on even more, making you shiver with anticipation. The urgency in his movements, the way he was finally giving in to his desire after ignoring you... it's all incredibly intoxicating.

He spread your legs roughly, stepping between them, looking down at your bare body, as his eyes darkening with lust. He hooked his arms under your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. "Tell me how badly you want my cock y/n."

"I... I need it so badly, Jay. Please... just take me..." You begged, your voice coming out as a breathy whisper, betraying just how much you've been wanting him this entire time. "Want you to fill me up s’ bad..”

He let out a deep growl at your words, his control finally snapping completely. He undoes the rest of his jeans and boxers in one swift motion, stroking his hard cock. In one thrust, he entered you roughly, pinning you against the table with his hips. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Wanted this for too long Jay-t-to big...!" You cried out, arching your back in pleasure as he filled you up completely. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started moving, his hips thrusting back and forth rapidly, giving you exactly what you begged for.

"You like it rough like this?" He snarled, his voice laced with aggression as he pounded into you, making the table creak under your combined weight. Jay then grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your throat.

"Answer me. Do. You. Like. It. Like. This?" Each word punctuated by a hard thrust, each movement rough and deliberate as he stared intensely at your exposed neck. "Tell me how much you fucking love it when I'm inside you like this."

"Yes! Yes, I fucking love it! Harder, Jay - please..." You pleaded, each moan was pulled from deep within your throat as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside you. "You're - you're hitting it just- just..." Your voice breaks as pleasure overloads your senses.

Letting out a growl in satisfaction and increased his pace, Jay slammed into you harder, his breathing becoming heavier with each thrust. His free hand moved to cup your breast firmly, thumb rubbing against your nipple while maintaining that intense eye contact. "I knew you were fucking dying for this. Gone through all that trouble for this? You’re so fucking needy y/n.”

His words alone nearly made you orgasm, the way he saw right through you and knew exactly what you wanted, needed. "More... call me needy again..." You whimpered, your heels digging into his ass encouraging him to keep going. "Harder, do it harder..."

Jay smirked at your words, a dark glint in his eyes as he started moving even faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you? Begging for my cock like it's the only thing you fucking need."

His voice was harsh, demanding as he continued to pump into you, showing no mercy. "Look at you... spread wide for me on this table. Who the fuck owns this pussy now? Tell me y/n." He bit your neck hard, adding the sting of pain to your pleasure.

"Y-You do... You own it Jay... It's yours..." You choked out, your voice hoarse from screaming and crying out in pleasure. Your nails were digging into his back, marking him up as he continued to pound into you, leaving his marks on your neck and collarbone. “This pussy is all y-yours!”

"Damn right it is." He hissed, his body slamming into yours painfully. His hands moved to your throat, gently squeezing to restrict your air slightly. "Say my name and who's girl you are while I'm inside you."

"Jay! I'm Jay's girl! Yours, yours, yours!!" You screamed out, completely lost in the pleasure and pain, your eyes rolling back as he choked you slightly.

Your body was shaking with need, so close to falling apart from the intense fucking. "Please, Jay!" He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “The other one.”

Your heart thumped at his request, a rush of embarrassment going down your throat. “D-daddy’s girl- I belong to you daddy!”

His face lit up with a sinister smile at your words. "Good girl." He cooed, his voice dropping an octave as he continued to choke you gently. "Daddy's girl is taking daddy's whole length like a good girl, isn't she?"

His breath grew ragged, his hips moving faster and more forcefully against yours. "Fuck, y/n... I'm close..." He groaned deeply, his grip on your throat loosening slightly. "Where do you want it? Inside you or..." He thrust harder.

"Inside me... Daddy, I want to feel you cum inside me..." You begged, your voice breaking with each thrust. "Fill me up with your cum..." Your body trembling, almost at your breaking point. "Please.. m’ on the pill…"

A deep growl escaped his throat at your words "That's my good girl... Say it again." His thrusts became more erratic, each one hitting deeper "Tell Daddy how much you want his cum filling you up." He panted through gritted teeth.

"Please, Daddy... I want your hot cum inside me... I need to feel you fill me up... I need it so badly..." You sobbed, tears streaming down your face from the intense pleasure and desperation. "Cum inside me, Daddy... Make me your girl completely... Please...!!"

With a final powerful thrust, he let out a deep, animalistic groan as he came deep inside you, filling you completely with his hot release. He kept holding you close, still gently choking you as he kissed your neck roughly. "Such a good girl taking Daddy's cum..."

As he finished, you could feel his hot cum filling you up completely, leaking out around his still-hard length. You whimpered and shuddered, overwhelmed with pleasure and satisfaction. Tears continued to stream down your face as you nuzzled into his chest, feeling completely claimed and owned by him.

sorry guys it’s embarrassing how bad I am at writing smuts | masterlist

[sungvrhs]

Rile Me Up ; Lee Heeseung

Genre; Explicit | Heeseung x Female!reader word count; 6.1k

note: It's my first time writing an explicit content, I don't really know how it turned out😭. This took a slight turn ISTG TT.

dedicated to my bestie @heelvsted HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!

It hasn't been long since you both were tied to the knots of marriage and Heeseung was typically an introverted and a reserved person; always letting pass the situations that could have led to any sort of argument. You couldn’t remember even if you guys had any sort of argument or if Heeseung had ever lost his temper. He usually remained calm and poise which just made you even more curious of his intimidating nature that you heard from his friends but never got to see. There was merely, according to Beomgyu, his very close mate, a chance to aggravate that side of him, which was quite upsetting to you as you were like an open book to your man as she could easily read through the slightest expressions worn upon your face, whilst you here were still not exposed to the different natures he possessed.

But one thing that Heeseung’s sister slipped to you was how he would easily get jealous over the people he loved. “What do you mean by him getting jealous over you guys?” You remember the conversation that you had over the tea as Lee Iseul spoke, “Like a typical man, Heeseung gets jealous when he gets undivided attention, or the lack of interest when he is out conversing with the former person. And since you’re his woman, I bet this trait of his would be much more polished than before.” She spoke while nudging onto your shoulder. It was amusing how you and Iseul had grown closer after your marriage and that now you both were like each other’s ride or die; whether it be lending ears to each other’s rant or taking relationship advice, it was always the both of you slipping in each other’s direct messages. 

“Oh you’re totally going to the party on the weekend Y/n. Come on! Don’t be a party pooper.” Iseul whined, not liking how introverted you had grown due to the sudden change in your ‘MBTI,’ as you labeled it. She didn’t buy it as an excuse from your end as she dragged you back to your room. “Now this is what I call a ‘gathering to gossip girl’ outfit. And your gaze went to what she was holding; a sleek, all black dress. “Oh I won’t buy the simplicity of the dress cause you’re wearing it exactly the way I want.” You heard Iseul speak as she pointed a finger at you whilst you tried to fight back, letting a sigh escape your lips. “But Iseul, you know Heeseung hates such attire.” Iseul made her way towards your jewelry, as she found a matching choker to compliment the pair of dangling earrings and a 3 inch heel. “Oh come on, when did you exactly wear any outfit like that in front of my brother?” You opened your mouth to speak a few words but closed them back as you pressed your lips in a thin line. ‘Right, when did I actually ever wear an outfit like that in front of him.’ “You’re married to him, Y/n. Not kept as a captive that you can’t wear what you want.” It was extremely new coming from her end but you did agree to what she said. You wanted to try it for once and she gave you the slightest hunch of courage. “Besides, who knows what would awaken in Mr.Lee for the day after you dress like a three course meal.” You turned at her comment, feeling your cheeks burning just at the mere thought of it. “ISEUL!” You spoke, hiding your face in your hands as she laughed at your reaction. “You both are a freaking match made in heaven.” And she knew exactly what she meant.

“Iseul, I don’t know if I look decent enough-” You got cut off by Iseul, “You look absolutely gorgeous darling. What a riveting sight for my brother. How did he dare not to acknowledge such beauty?” Your cheeks flushed at her words. Well, it wasn’t that you weren’t used to compliments, but the mere mention of your husband just made it hard for you to accept as a lump formed in your throat. He never exactly spoke it out in words, or maybe you were just a little bad at picking up on hints. You were a little expressive and quite shy type at the same time while he reflected a strange cold demeanor; keeping the conversations to a minimum, not at all a party person, letting his soft smile elicit when he was surrounded by his friends, family, including you. 

You took one glance at the mirror as you heard the honking of the car, catching both of yours attention as Iseul speaks. “I'll get it.” You nodded as you followed her a little later after you heard slight giggles of the Lee siblings. “Nah it’s always you who takes the most time to dress up!” You heard Heeseung speak as you made your way out of the room, your heels clicking as they caught the attention of the both of them, leaving Heeseung awestruck at the breathless beauty that stood in front of him, the thin layer of blush lightening up with the natural one as you broke apart the eye contact with him. “Come on love birds, you both can have a staring contest later.” You heard Iseul speak as Heeseung scratched his nape. “After you ladies.” 

Reaching the destination felt like a gust of wind as you had almost started to drown in the starry night above your head but it all came to a halt when the car came to rest. Iseul made her way out first as she went to greet her friends as you made your way out of the car, taking a minute to adjust your hair as you felt Heeseung snaking his hand around your waist, making you hault your movements for a bit as you turned to face him, only to find him looking up at you already. His blueberry hair complimented the shades of moonlight as he had that soft smile on his face. “Are we good to go?” You took a quick glance down your dress as you nodded, interlocking your hands with his.

“Y/n! Over here!” You both made way towards the center of the whole but your attention was averted when you heard your name being called out. You turned around as your mouth parted due to the amusement. “Jay! Oh my god!” You made your way towards your cousin, more like your half brother as you left Heeseung behind, letting alone the man confused at what caught your eye. He followed your fading steps, only to be met by slight giggles eliciting from your ends as he raised his eyebrows in perplexity. 

“Y/n! My god you changed within a few years. Thank god, otherwise you were so unbearable.” Jay joked, making a face of disgust as you slapped his arm, earning a chuckle from his end. “At least better than you, cousin.” He had his mouth agape dramatically as he spoke. “Oh, you didn't just cousin-zoned me did you?” He had his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he spoke, earning an eye roll from you. Why of course he was your cousin, not until his father and your mother got married after your father passed away, so now you both were practically step siblings. But the thing that kept the boundaries straight was that you both had platonic love for each other. Whilst you both were the single child of your families, you both helped to fill the void of having a sibling to each other. He never turned down any of your childish requests and so didn’t you. But it was about time that after he turned 19, he got a scholarship acceptance to the States and had moved there, applying for the better opportunities to continue his studies and later planned and accomplished on setting his own firm. It was later the following year that you had applied for an online remote job which ended up being from his very own firm. And that is how you both were able to connect back after ages. 

Before you had the chance to answer him, you felt a hand softly pulling you away from his embrace as you looked up to find Heeseung, completely void of any sort of cheerful expression. That facade of bliss and joy that he had on his charming face a few minutes ago vanished into thin air. "Hi I assume you're, Mr.Park? The one Y/n talks about the most." You hear Heeseung speak, getting the slight hint of sarcasm dropping down his words as he makes eye contact with you, wearing that facade of an adoring smile on his face, proving that he was, indeed, amused to have met him. You mentally scoff at his actions but you're slightly pleased at finding something that could rile him up. You heard Jay softly chuckling as he was embarrassed at Heeseung's words, yet he nodded, extending a handshake to him as Heeseung returned it politely. It was sure that he didn't have beefs with him for the start but they could turn into one if the conversation made a U-turn.

"I'm delighted to know that I'm familiar to someone as respectable as you Mr.Lee. It's an honor to have her in our company. The walls of this firm are built with the chunks of effort she has put in for the past years." The sincerity of his words had your eyes sparkled with delight, accompanying the warmth that was filled in your heart for him. It was always these small gestures that made you feel like home whenever you were with Jay. And the way he was addressing Heeseung so formally almost had you holding back your laughter.

"Thank you Jay, or should I say, Mr.Park?" You spoke with a slight grin as Jay laughed at your words, slightly embarrassed on how casual he was being with you in front of your husband. “Anything for you cousin sister.” He turned to face Heeseung who had a slight smile on his face as he addressed a handshake to him, to which he gladly returned. “It was an honor meeting you Mr.Lee. I’m glad that Y/n is in good hands.” Jay let a small smile linger on his lips as the older returned it with a warm one. Guess the interaction wasn’t that bad afterall. The younger’s phone rang as he fished his phone out of his pocket, excusing himself from the conversation, leaving the two of you facing each other. The loud music that rang in your ears slowly faded upon the sight of your man right in front of you. It was confirmed that you were a swoon for him, but it just wasn’t the time to let it be evident to him. 

You heard the latter letting out a soft chuckle as he tugged one of his hands in his pocket whilst the other made way around your waist pulling you closer as his actions left you flustered. You surely didn’t know what got this new side of him out all of a sudden but all your thoughts were shattered as you heard his breath lingering on your ears, with a soft whisper melting through your ears. "That smile was supposed to be exclusively for me Mrs.Lee. I presume you forgot your dear promise." He pulled back slightly as he tucked a loose hair strand behind your ear, taking your breath away just by a single gesture as you held onto your racing heartbeats, facing flushing to a deeper shade of red. “I met him after a long time.” You spoke softly, letting your hand reach his shoulder in a delicate grip as you tugged your lips in a thin line. Surely it was evident how you had kept yourself from practically getting into a playful fight with Jay because you were in a formal gathering, but something about Heeseung’s sudden shift in moods didn’t go unnoticed by you. Just as Heeseung was about to say something, you heard Iseul speak, “Oh get a room you lovebirds. Singles would not like you to experience a whole showcase.” You turned to face her, eyes widened at her words as she shrugged her shoulders. With that Heeseung let loose his embrace as you awkwardly fixed your hair, feeling slightly embarrassed at the attention that Iseul had gathered on the both of you.

“Girl what was that?” Iseul dragged you in a far corner as Heeseung interacted with his ‘elite 01’s’ as they cheered for the newly wedded couple. “What?” You questioned her, seeming confused at how everything was turning a little different than before, but was it worth to be questioned or to be just experienced? “Did you not see how my brother was all riled up when you met Jay?” You pondered over his words, remembering how he was sly enough to pull you close to him as to which you spoke, “Yeah he was actually indifferent as if he didn’t know who Jay was? Like Jay is one of the most important family members to me and I might have spoken about him a dozen of times-""Well, maybe this is why he felt all jealous, girl, don’t you get it?” you got cut off by Iseul as she raised her eyebrows. You were about to speak but paused midway, taking note of what she said. And then it clicked you. “No way, he was jealous? Of Jay?” You kept a hand on your mouth, slightly shocked at the new discovery as you whispered to her, to which she acknowledged. “No way.” You kept your face in your hands, not letting this opportunity slip by. “Now that you scratched it out…” Iseul had a mischievous smile on her face, as to which you nodded sideways. “You’re not doing anything stupid are you?” You said, as to which she disagreed. “No no, absolutely not my dear sister-in-law.” And now that she said that, you knew something was up in her mind.

The ride back home was nothing but silence; Iseul decided to stay a bit longer with her friends as to which neither of you minded, and Jay, well he wasn’t quite seen around after that last encounter before you guys headed. You could see how Heeseung had his gaze traveling to Jay as hugged you by the side, ruffling your hair as to which you were taken by surprise, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. “Let’s meet again soon, both of you.” Jay spoke as he embraced the elder in a warm hug, as to which he reciprocated the energy. “We will surely. It was nice meeting you.” Heeseung spoke, as you nodded, bidding him farewell as you both took the ride back home. Neither of you had an exchange of words as Heeseung drove whilst you stared outside at the starry night. Nothing seemed to have changed; not a single star as it felt like it was exactly the same moment that you were reliving for the moment. You almost felt like dozing off to sleep as the light brushed of the wind was reliving, until you felt a message pop up on your phone, gaining your attention as you went to receive it, only to find Iseul dropping one of the longest texts that you had ever seen, letting you eyes widen as it didn’t fail to catch Heeseung’s attention.

“What was with Jay, or should I say, Mr.Park.” Heeseung spoke, taking off his coat as you had your eyes fixed on the phone. Not hearing a reply from your end he turned to face you, only to find you engrossed into texting as he poked his inner cheek. You were testing his patience for the day and he was at the edge of losing it. He waited for a few more seconds until you responded. “Well, what about him?” You spoke, looking up to him only to be slightly taken aback by the way he had his one hand in his pocket and the other holding his coat. ‘Oh he looks so fine.’ You didn’t want to make it evident that you were drooling over him so you turned your attention back to your phone. “The mere amount of closeness between the two of you was uncomfortable to me.” Well one thing you appreciated about him was that he was outspoken; he would always let the former person know if any of his or her acts was bothering him in any way.

“Well, it has always been this way Hee, don’t make a big deal about it.” Oh now that you said it, you could feel his gaze practically pinning down on you as you continued to use your phone, letting it slip aside that what you just spoke was nowhere close to how you usually speak to him. 

‘Gosh Iseul I swear I'm going to kill you with my very own hands.’ You thought to yourself, mentally cursing her for making you do this. “‘Will you keep that phone down for a mere second Y/n?” He spoke, throwing his coat on the couch as he turned to face you, pissed  off at how you had your undivided attention on him. “Mhm I am listening to you Hee-” You got cut off by him as he took pacing steps towards you, grasping your attention as he swiftly took your phone away, leaving you startled as you stood up in front of him. “Hee, give it back.” You reached out for the phone as he moved back, sneaking through what you were doing as you noticed a small smirk appearing on his face, as to which you took a step back, heels clicking the floor. He lifted his gaze from the phone as he locked contact with you, turning to face you completely. “So Mrs.lee certainly wanted me to expose a hidden side of mine?” He let out a husky chuckle, not failing to awaken butterflies in your stomach as you spoke, “No, it was just a literary device that Iseul used.” Well that was one pathetic excuse but you prayed it was enough to convince him that this was not what you intended. 

“He let out another chuckle at your words as his free hand went to undo his tie, tensing up the atmosphere all of a sudden as a lump formed in your throat. He tossed the phone down on the couch as your gaze went to it, getting distracted as you failed to notice how he was now standing only a few inches close to you as you moved back a bit, causing him to take one step forth; one step backwards, two steps forward. That is how it was following, only the clicking of the heels of yours and his shoes echoing in the cozy lounge as your back eventually hit the wall, letting your eyes slightly widen as you wished to be fast enough to move to the side, failing miserably as he kept his hands on either side of you, trapping you in between as your gaze went up to look through his mischievous one. ‘This was not what I was expecting.’ Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt him leaning towards your ear, slipping another sentence for the day that almost made you weak on your knees.

“I'm giving you 20 seconds to run, Y/n. Only 20. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.”

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“I'm giving you 20 seconds to run, Y/n. Only 20. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.” A husky chuckle left his lips as his hand slipped back to his pockets as he pulled back, eyeing you from top to bottom as your breath hitched at his words. “W-What?” You managed to gain back your long lost voice as he took a step back, amused at your flustered reaction. “I said what I said. 20 seconds Y/n. I am starting the countdown. 1…2…” “W-Wait wait! Hee! What the heck do I do?” You panicked as he started his manual countdown as he shrugged his shoulders. “5…6…7…” You turned around to take off your heels but it seemed like luck wasn’t helping. “8…9…10…11” ‘Oh fuck.’ You left what you were doing as you made way to your bedroom, sprinting through the stairs as you were risking your life with the 3 inch heel and the narrow staircase. “12…13…Oh, be careful dear wife, I don’t want you to fall.” You turned to look at him as he took slight steps towards the path you followed, causing you to enter your room as you turned the doorknob lock, taking a deep breath. “What did I get myself into?” You took a few steps towards your bed, still hearing him count for god knows how long before he finally stopped. You took off your heels, thankfully they weren’t a problem this time as your attention turned to the silence that engulfed the atmosphere.

“Hee?” You heard no voice from the door as you turned open the doorknob, stepping out to not find him downstairs. “Heeseung, this is nowhere close to being funny.” You spoke in an annoyed tone as you closed the door behind you, making your way towards the staircase. “Hee-” You got cut off as you felt a hand tugging on your wrist as you turned around and slammed back on the door, a gasp leaving your lips as you were met by his siren gaze. “What the heck Heeseung?” A low chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke. “I’m obliged to my words but it seems like you weren’t?” his behavior made it seem like he might have been high on drugs, because this was definitely new coming from his end. “Heeseung what is up with you-” “You wanted me to be like an open book to you right? You wanted to discover all of my personalities.” Your breath hitched at the close proximity while his cinnamon breath fanned on your lips, his orbs capturing yours in a ravishing contact. “H-Hee.” His name left as a whisper as you kept your hands on his chest, causing a short distance to develop between the two of you as you almost held back to your breath. “You invoked the element of jealousy in me, love. And now I won’t be holding it back.” 

Before you had a chance to fight back, you felt him pulling you in a messy lip-lock, his hand sliding down to pull you closer by the waist as the other took hold of your jaw, fingers softly rubbing down the back of your neck as he took you by surprise. The heart fluttering radiance made way to spread through your veins like a blazing wildfire as you reciprocated the feeling, throwing your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer. Time and tide waits for none, and that is exactly what Heeseung was holding onto as he took his own time to savour the sweetness plattered on your lips, seeming like he would never get enough of it as he took the opportunity to tuck on your bottom lip, letting a gasp elicit from you end as he slipped his tongue, enjoying every inch of the hot chambers as an excited moan escapes his lips. Whilst you were running breathless, you softly tapped his shoulders, causing him to slow down his movements as he broke apart the lip-lock, a string of saliva keeping both of you connected after the slight intimacy. Panting for air as he opened his eyes, finding your amused ones as he slightly frowned. “What?” He spoke, pushing his hand away from your neck as he took his support by the wall next to the door, feeling his own cheeks heating up at the flashbacks of the past few moments you both shared. “I didn’t know you would act all riled up because of mere jealousy.” You spoke softly, finding it witty how the man who was all jealous was now flushing in embarrassment. He had a slight grin on his face as he spoke, “Well you unravelled it after all, there was no point in hiding it.” He looked away scratching his nape on how he got carried away.

“I’ll be more careful in bringing it out more often.” You spoke, placing your arm on his shoulders as you fondly gazed at him, eyes never leaving his as his hands held your arms in an agile grip. “I’d be more than glad to serve you each time.” A low chuckle leaves his lips as he speaks. “But for now…” with a sparkle in his eyes and a hint of mischievousness ligering in his words, you tilted your head in confusion as he lifted you in his arms, taking you by surprise as a loud chuckle escapes your lips, pushing through the unlocked door as he softly placed you on the the spongy mattress. “Do I have your consent for the night, Lee Y/n?” He spoke, seeking your consent whilst it fluttered your heart, welling up tears in our orbs as you nodded. Hovering over you as he planted a fragile kiss on your forehead, sealing the promise of compassion and devotion under the shimmering moonlight. “You had no option to deny it either way, love.” He whispered whilst sitting up, undoing his tie as he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, letting it loose as he crawled up to settle between your thighs as he looked at you, smirking at your flustered state. “Oh don’t look at me like that, help me take this off.” He spoke, pulling you up with his grip as you slightly gasped, with his hands guiding you to the buttons of his shirt. “You are so incorrigible.” Taking your own time to tease him as your fingers traced down his chest, his muscles tensing up as you undid the buttons, letting it fall apart as he got rid of it, revealing the chiseled body underneath, the sculpted abs and the muscles that lined his biceps and shoulders, with his pecs were smooth and well-defined, the veins in his arms pulsated as he moved them around.

His dark gaze lingering over yours as he ducked down, pressing his lips against yours as you returned the feverish sensation back with the same will, draping your hands around his neck to pull him closer, leaving no space for air to creep up in between. His hand fumbled through the hem of your dress, sliding through it as the dress crept up, letting the cold air make contact with your bare skin underneath as it sent shivers down your spine. "You're mine, all mine." He whispered against your  lips, the words sending another spark through your veins as youI nodded, "I know." He pulled apart, his hands still caressing your waist as he sat up. "Take it off." 

His demanding tone might have caught you off guard as he was never this demanding before. Going along with the word play as you retorted back playfully. "What?" It was bold of you to assume that you could do a foreplay, whilst being under him. as a low chuckle escaped his lips whilst he spoke, his hands resting on my thighs. "Take that fancy little dress off you or should I get the job done?" I smirked at his words. "Why don't you do it yourself, Mr.Lee." You spoke, fumbling with his belt as he scoffed, pulling up the dress as he threw it aside, leaving you in your inners. "Oh, you're way too bold." He teased as he ran his hands over your thighs. Whilst his gaze followed the trace of his fingers on your skin, he spoke, “Just remember my love, the night is still young.” He turns his gaze back to you, flashing you that one troublesome gaze which you despised the most. He won’t be letting you go this easily.

His rousing tone rushed like a never-ending stream as you could feel yourself getting drenched just by his mere touches. But you chose not to give in as you gulped, trying to shove off the shakiness in your tone. It was evident how you pulled apart from the intense eye contact, as his gaze softened, coming forth to place a soft kiss on your nose as he tucked a loose hair strand behind your ear. “I promise to be gentle, my love. If you don’t want this we can stop-” “Hey, it’s okay I know you won’t hurt me.” You cut him off in between as you took a deep sigh. He seeked for any traces of lies hiding behind your hazel orbs as he spoke. “Are you sure Y/n? I have never rushed things with you so I don’t want our first to be an uncomfortable experience.” The switch from the heated atmosphere to a more admiring, concerning and light hearted made your heart at a little ease. You thought for a while as you looked up to his bambi orbs. “I…I just don’t want to embarrass myself in front of you.” Just as these words left your mouth you heard slight laughter from his end. “W-whats so funny?” You spoke, a questionable frown appearing on your face as he turned his head sideways, a small grin on his face. “Now where did the ‘all bold Y/n’ go huh? Weren’t you the one determined to encounter these moments more often? To be in this position 24/7” He spoke, rubbing his nose against yours as he looked down at you, eyeing you from top to bottom as the actions made the blood rush up against your cheeks. “HEESEUNG!” You spoke, reaching out for the bed sheet, as he held your hands gently, pinning them sideways as he spoke, “Don’t shy away from me, love.” his hands tracing behind your back as his fingers rested on the strap of your bandeau, seeking your permission with his eyes whilst you nodded, letting him take it off, revealing your chest. “You’re insanely beautiful.” He placed a soft kiss on one of your bosoms, letting your heart flutter at his words as a soft moan escaped your lips as he continued, “The most heavenly sight to my eyes.” placing another kiss on your collarbone. “My glamorous beauty.” trailing kisses up to our jaws as you intertwined your fingers with his. “My woman.” he spoke, placing a tender kiss on your lips, full of love and compassion as he pulled apart, admiring the view underneath him. The past few moments that resided with jealousy and lust were now engulfed with words of appreciation and compassion. 

He paused for a moment, letting you take a breather before he left another trail of tender kiss down through your body as his hands rested on your inner thighs, parting them slightly as your heartbeats paced up. Letting his fingers hover around your cervix as he let an airy chuckle escape his lips. “Relax love, close your eyes.” You obliged to his words, gripping onto the bed sheets as you felt his fingers encircling, letting your lips fall apart whilst another moan escaped your lips. “Feels good?” He questions, lifting up to see your parted lips as he chuckles, finding it adorable how they were simply falling apart just by his fingers. You simply nodded, too engrossed in the feeling to form words to express it out to him. Before you had the chance to savour the feeling, you felt his pushing one of his fingers inside you, letting a yelp escape your lips as he pushes it in and out, slowly yet pacing with every passing second as you moan a mess for him “Hee-eseung ahh, i-it f-feels too g-good o-oh fuck” You exclaim, eyes rolling back at the feeling as you feel your orgasm progressing forth. “Yeah? It feels cherishing?” You could pick up the hints of mischievousness in his tone yet again but you were high enough on your organism to let out any words to agree with him. “Let go of it, my love.” Those words were enough for you to untie the knot in your stomach, welcoming your arousal on the tip of his fingers as he pulls out, relishing the taste as he licks his fingers clean, hips lips falling apart as he speaks, “Sweet and devouring, just like you.” Your face flushes at his words, letting your grip loosen on the sheets as you hear the unbuckling of his belt, causing you to lift up your head as your eyes traced down to his fingers fumbling with his lowers, getting rid of each and every one of the clothing.

“Lift your hips up for me, love.” he whispered close to your ears, sending butterflies through your body as you granted him the favor as his hands gripped on your legs, pulling them over his shoulders to get a better access. “Let me know when it hurts okay?” He spoke, his tender gaze meeting yours as you nodded. With a single swift motion, he dunked his shaft deep inside you, causing a moan to escape your lips as you held onto his shoulders, thrusting slowly as he held onto your hips, placing soft kisses near your orbs. “My beautiful woman, taking me in so perfectly.” A low moan escapes his lips as he tugs on his bottom lip, throwing his head back on how graceful you look underneath him; with the moonlights cascading down to on you, reflecting against your brimming hazel orbs as the beads of sweat drip down from your forehead, your messy locks spread wild whilst your milky skin contrasted the monochrome shades of plum bedsheet. With every thrust he gives, he kisses away your tears, his fingers rubbing circles against your hips, whispering nothing but appreciation in your ears as loud moans continue to escape your lips, with him taking in each and every one of them in a gentle kiss. “Hee, I-I’m c-close.” You whimper, with your words almost leaving as a whisper as you hear him speak. “I am too, just let go when you can.” And with those words he continues to let slow thrusts, letting your arousal hit your peak once again as you let go, your expressions relieving as he his muscles contract. “F-Fuck Y/n, I’m coming too.” He throws his head back, pulling out as he lets go of his organism, his body faltering as he lets his head lose, both of you panting after the intercourse. 

“You…you did so well my love.” He spoke, taking deep breaths as he looked up to meet your eyes, a smile lingering on your lips as you chuckle. “You were good enough to make me feel like on cloud nine.” You spoke, causing him to chuckle as he drops next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “No, you were the one to take in so well my angel.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You both stayed in each other’s embrace for a few good minutes, residing in each other’s comfort as his hands caressed your shoulders. His eyes never left yours as you broke in a laughter. “What are you staring at?” you spoke, captivating each and every one of his features as your fingers traced his jawline. “I’m staring at someone who reflects my whole universe.” He spoke cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes playfully at him. “You’re so cheesy, Hee. You hype me up for no reason.” You spoke, causing him to let out a dramatic gasp as he spoke. “For no reason?” His eyes widened at your words as he spoke. “You complete my life. If I were to pick that one best thing that happened in my life, it would be getting married to you.” He spoke as he peppered kisses on your face, starting with your cheeks as he spoke, “You,” then your forehead, “complete,” followed by your nose, “my,” and then your lips, “whole life.” letting small giggles escape your lips as you hugged his torso. “You’re mine too.” you spoke, letting the silence engulf the two of you again as he once again broke it. “Shower?” You turned to face him as you spoke, “Only if you don’t go for something else.” He laughed at your words. “No no I promise. It’s just the aftercare.” His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as his fingers grazed through your locks.

note#2: T T I tried my best, I never had an experience of writing these type of contents. If there are any grammatical errors, please ignore because English is not my first language. Feel free to leave comments and re-blog <3

[pomegranatelifethis]

Okay, I genuinely need the beautiful princess to have a good ending, a peaceful one. She obviously suffered, but in the end, it's just the peace of mind from all her suffering, which is what she deserves.

She manages to escape, and a kind (almost elderly) woman finds her to take care of her and educate her as best as possible IDK😭 I JUST WANT THE BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PRINCESS TO HAVE A GOOD ENDING (but obviously it needs drama and let's say that at some point Bruce recognizes her but she doesn't recognize him idk😭😭)

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark

When you ran away, your hands were trembling. Starving, thirsty, and terrified. You didn’t know where to go, what to do… So you just walked. Your feet carried you wherever they could.

And there, someone found you.

An old woman.

With kind eyes, a soft voice. Someone who didn’t hurt you.

"Oh, little one… Who did this to you?"

You didn’t answer. You barely remembered how to speak.

But she didn’t hurt you.

She took you into her home. Fed you, clothed you, brushed your hair. When you woke up shaking in the middle of the night, she simply held your hand.

And over time, you learned how to live.

For the first time, you ate warm meals, slept without fear. The old woman taught you words, stories, the world.

And for the first time, you felt like a person.

Years passed. You had grown.

You were no longer a slave, no longer a princess, no longer a forgotten shadow.

You were simply you.

But the past, no matter how far, always finds a way back.

—

One day, as you walked through the city market, someone noticed you.

Bruce.

The child he had lost. The child he had searched for.

But when you walked past him… you didn’t even hesitate.

As if you didn’t know him at all.

And in that moment, Bruce finally understood what he had truly lost.

You were alive.

But you weren’t his anymore.

You had chosen your own path.

And most importantly…

You had finally found the peace you deserved.

[vinjinssunglasses]

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♡ ┊ character : choi bongpal x fem!reader ♡ ┊ w/c : 2.0k ♡ ┊ cw: cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, ♡ ┊a/n I’m so tired rn but she consumed my thoughts it’s like 2am right nowww 😭😭 she is so damn fine though so

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“Good girl.” She murmurs with a smirk, fingers tugging at the waistband of your panties, pulling them off until they’re hanging off your foot with your pants. Bongpal can’t help but lick her lips at your wetness, unable to stop herself from prying her middle finger between your folds.

You’re so damn sensitive already, and just that simple touch sent a bolt through you. For crying out loud, how desperate is she for a taste of you? The two of you are in a public bathroom, and your ass is plastered on a toilet seat.

She reels in closer, and you caught a hint of her masculine, sage cologne mixed in with the strong scent of cigarettes intermingling with your own sweet perfume.

“What? Don’t like the setting?” Bongpal bites on your earlobe, her hand resting on your hips. “You can’t blame me. All night you’ve been teasing me with those stupid jeans that hug your hips all too well. It turns me on, knowing only I can eat this pussy all for myself.”

A deep chuckle comes from her lips, all while you whimper at her warm breath embracing your ear, her teasing finger making it harder to focus. When she realises you didn’t process a word she said, she delves a finger into your cunt, your walls squeezing onto her from the sudden movement.

“Focus on me.” She whispers with a hint of dominance, turning her gaze to where you’re looking: at the tantalizing sight of her finger disappearing inside of you, curving upwards. Slowly, she delves in deeper, your velvety walls letting her spread you open. Your legs tremble as you feel her suddenly brush against your sweet point, sending a soft whine to your lips. Bongpal brings her to finger to your entrance, your pussy reluctant to let her go, clenching around her nail, instantly missing her touch.

“Why’d you stop?” You shamefully murmur, grasping her hand and putting it back where you needed it most.

“So I can do this.” Bongpal leans her head towards your aching cunt, delicately spreading her tongue over your whole vulva. Next, she delves her tongue in between your folds, sucking gently. Your juices were so sweet to her tongue, only making her want more. But, this time, she must be careful. Anybody could walk in unprecedented, and it wouldn’t be a lovely situation to have someone other than her hearing your slutty whines. Although she could see the look in your eyes that scream “please, eat me out!”, so enticingly even though you’re embarrassed for her to be in between your legs.

Right now, she wants to lap up your core with her tongue, make you scream her name; yet is torn between the idea of someone hearing. But the desire to fuck you with her tongue takes over.

Before you know it she suddenly pulls your hips closer to her tongue, delving her face into your core. Bongpal teasingly only focuses on your most sensitive spot: your throbbing clit. Each lap of her tongue purposely and roughly grazes your clit, earning a loud, guttural moan from your throat. You instantly cover your mouth, eyes widening at the pleasure, unable to stop yourself from gasping and shaking. She’s enchanted by the way her tongue makes your pussy salivate all over her mouth, dripping down to her chin, that makes the inviting whimpers, moans and whines escape from your throat unwillingly. It makes her want to continue, even though it does so little to please her appetite.

Bongpal wants to hear you scream and squirt, your body trembling under her touch. And she’s getting close to her wish. Right now, you’re ashamed to admit that your getting so close from just the rapid movement of her tongue, your hands gripping on her hair, legs squeezing around her figure.

She smirks against your soaking wet folds, swirling her tongue around your clit purposely. She knows your clit is so damn sensitive, and she knows so well how it makes you feel so good. Each swirl makes the swelling in the depths of your stomach stronger, and your body relaxes as it nears its finish. Your breathes become ragged and brief, you squint your eyes in shame, pleasure washing over you in a huge tide with your nectar squirting all over her face in a gasp.

Too weak to cover your mouth anymore, you panted for breath, juices spilling onto the floor. A low chuckle emerges from her as she licks her lips, savouring the taste of you.

She kisses her way from your cunt to your stomach, then your chest, pulling up your bra to reveal your tits. She gently fondles them, showering them with pecks before moving to your panting lips, planting a soft kiss upon your lips. That wasn’t enough for you. Tangling your fingers through her hair at the back of her hand, you pulled her in once more, eagerly intertwining hers with yours. They crashed together with such urgency that left no room for hesitation, breathes ragged in the heated air between you. Bongpal pulled away, her teeth bitting upon your lips to remind you who’s in charge.

“You’re so sexy.” Bongpal muttered before entering her finger inside of you once more. This time, she entered her ring finger, spreading you wider than before. A gentle exhale hovered in the air as she pushed her fingers deeper inside of you.

“I want to see you cum like that again. Just one more time, And I promise I’ll be satisfied..” She trailed off, her fingers moving deeper within your core. Bongpal’s fingers stretched within you in a scissor shape; a sudden moan slipping out. Her eyes were fixated to your salivating cunt, her tongue practically begging for another taste. But that would have to wait until you got home, then she could really fuck the thoughts out of you.

Her fingers pace started to increase, your hand gripping onto your own thigh, making your hips buck into her thrusts. Bongpal started to hit against your g-spot, making you become uncontrollably louder. The squelching of your lewd pussy and your sweet whimpers echoed throughout the room, the ruthlessness of her fingers making your g-spot throb with pleasure.

“Not so fast, I..!” You were barely able to get a word in between sobs, your legs flailing with in the air as objects fell to the ground. You squirmed under her touch, body vibrating and quivering with a newfound bliss. At this point you didn’t notice your second orgasm arriving so soon, your mind could barely comprehend the pace she was moving at. Bongpal’s strong arms pinned your legs spread as she continued, watching as a fountain emerged from between your legs, landing over her clothes, dripping down her fingers.

Finally, you had a chance to catch your breath; you felt so deprived of air. You wearily turned your gaze up to the perpetrator of such tiredness, who only smirked and slurped up your juices from her fingers, watching keenly at your dishevelment. Your thighs were painted with your own beautiful filth, and you were left with your clothes so messily discarded around you which left a strangely appealing, finishing touch.

[ac1dmeow]

Saw your g!p Jinx posts and loved them sm😭💞 What about how g!p Jinx would do/think if fem! Reader wanted to try cockwarming?👀 I like to think she would either go crazy and not be able to restrain herself long enough, or she’d do it as a control/comfort thing, hehe.

(Also, can I possibly be -🐳 anon??)

hmm okayyy i see u anon 👀🤔

notes: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, jinx is trans/intersex (up to u), some more of the bullet point format i’m srry😭, minors & men dni !!

gp!jinx x female reader smut ♡

she wouldn’t be expecting it at all. you guys had been making out for a while and after finally tossing your clothes somewhere across the room she got more and more eager to have u ride her.

hands gripped ur hips tightly when u slide down her length, walls already pulsating around her dick making her let out a breathy groan.

but then u didn’t move.

she grew in anticipation, fingers tapping against your skin impatiently. all u did was trail wet kisses down her neck, starting at her cheek then nipping her sharp jawline.

“babe, move.”

her tone was impatient, almost a little mean.

u just giggled at her, and that only made her more confused and start to believe u had something planned up ur sleeve.

“patience jinxie.. good things come to those who wait.”

that was so corny. jinx couldn’t believe it. she couldn’t control the exasperated groan that escaped her throat while her fingers dug into ur skin harshly. she sensation of ur hands running up and down her abs and ur teeth biting along her collarbone was making her brain fog up.

she tried desperately to get u to move: pushing and pulling at your hips, even moving her own, anything.

she was pleading u at this point. why wouldn’t u give her what she wanted? if u didn’t move soon she was going to take matters into her own hands.

however, she could tell u were enjoying torturing her like this.

u would giggle at her and whisper little teasing remarks in her ear. kiss her and touched her in places u knew would make her shutter and squirm. and even shift your hips just to get her hopes up.

the whole thing only lasted 2 or 3 minutes before she had u on ur back and fucking u herself. and god was it a relief for her.

she didn’t know why she let herself wait so long, why she let herself succumb to ur teasing. but she did know it riled her up, and she wouldn’t be this letting up any time soon.

now she wanted to make u scream her name until u couldn’t anymore, until she had u teased fucked brainless.

u wanted to play unfair? she could do unfair.

[sayyestoheav3nn]

Nights Like This: Part Four

Roman x black!oc

Warnings: angst, language, violence

Word count: 1.5k

a/n: apologies for the delay, life was very much life-ing 😭 but i’m back on track, and the goal is to go back to updating more regularly (whether it be a chapter or a short 🙃) thanks again for your patience 🥹 if you would like to be added to the tag list pls lmk 🤍

As if things couldn’t get any worse, it started pouring down with rain. In any other situation, Zoe would have decided to turn around and go home, but not now. Fuck that.

As she pulled into the driveway she immediately noticed Serena’s car was there. Instinctively the first thing she checked was if Roman’s was also, but it wasn’t. Not even knowing why, a small sigh of relief escaped her.

She got out and knocked on the door aggressively, ignoring the fact that she was getting drenched by the freezing rain.

Minutes passed, and nothing. So she knocked again, and as more time passed she could feel her frustration and anger rising. Zoe was to the point where she was considering kicking down this bitch’s door.

As she was contemplating her next step she heard footsteps, the sound of the steps preceded to get closer, but seemed to stop once they reached the door.

“Open the door Serena, I just want to talk.” A lie, a big one at that. But Zoe didn’t need her to know that.

“There is nothing for us to talk about Zo. What happened, happened.”

It took absolutely everything out of Zoe to keep her composure, her plan was to keep it together until she convinced Serena to open the door. But the fact that this bottom of the barrel, two-timing slut had the audacity to be defensive instead of even attempting to apologize, pissed Zoe off to another level.

“Serena, if any part of you gives a shit about our friendship, you’d open the fucking door.”

Silence.

Zoe’s heart was racing and her blood was boiling. “All I am asking for is a conversation Serena, you owe me that.”

Serena slowly opened the door, avoiding Zoe’s gaze while motioning for her to come inside.

Zoe stepped in, immediately wanting to get straight to the fucking point, there wasn’t an ounce of patience left inside of her.

“Want to tell my why you were so desperate to fuck my boyfriend?”

Serena sighed while crossing her arms. “Is anything I say actually going to make a fucking difference?”

That’s what Zoe was met with as a response. After five years of being friends with this bitch, this is what she received in return. Enough is enough.

Zoe slapped her with so much force, that it caused Serena to stumble back. A small smile formed on her face when she saw Serena holding her cheek, a look of disbelief etched on her face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You said you wanted to talk!” Serena yelled.

“Was it worth ruining our friendship over some fucking head?”

“You want the fucking truth Zoe? Yes, it was fucking worth it! And if your stupid ass wouldn’t have crossed his mind, we would have fucked!” Serena screamed.

As Serena turned around and started to walk away, Zoe grabbed her by her hair and slammed her onto the ground. Immediately jumping atop her before she could get up, Zoe began to pummel her with hits. “Get the fuck off of me!” Serena screeched with rage, thrashing furiously on the floor as Zoe released her anger.

Serena raised one of the arms she’d been using to block her face, reaching up and snatching a handful of Zoe’s hair before tugging down with all her strength. Zoe’s head was pulled down with a hard yank, momentarily pausing in her hits while trying to free her hair from Serena’s grasp. “Let go of me bitch!”

Serena scrambled to try and get back on her feet, digging the nails of her now free hand into Zoe’s skin to get her to move off of her. But Zoe was relentless, grabbing Serena by the shoulders and pulling her up just to slam her back onto the ground, her head bouncing against the wooden floors.

Serena’s grip loosened, and Zoe took the opportunity to yank herself from her hold and continue beating her, ignoring the stinging pain of Serenas nails scratching and clawing at her.

Who knows how much time passed as they fought. Zoe hit Serena as much as she could before her body began to tire.

“I don’t ever want to see you again, I fucking hate you!” Zoe yelled, as she stood up and kicked Serena repeatedly, while she was still on the ground.

Just as Zoe was about to walk away, she spotted an open wine bottle, she grabbed it and poured every single fucking drop on Serena.

Zoe crouched down angling her body towards Serena. “If you even think of calling the cops, know that I won’t hesitate to call your pastor father, and let him know how much of a fucking slut his precious daughter is,” Zoe hissed.

“Fuck you Zoe! You’re an insecure shallow bitch that keeps getting cheated on no matter what you do, ever stop to think that maybe you’re the fucking problem?” Serena sneered. Zoe watched her attempt to sit up, her gaze shifting to Serena’s blood stained clothes.

There was nothing more she had to say to this bitch. Zoe walked away without looking back, she was done.

Serena was fucking dead to her.

She got in the car and started wiping some of the blood that was dripping from her cuts on her body, she pulled down her sun visor to look in the mirror and assess the ones on her face. Shit. The cuts on her face were more noticeable than she was hoping.

Zoe wiped as much blood and tears as she could, she took a deep breath and started driving.

……………………

The drive back home was brutal, the adrenaline had Zoe’s hands shaking so badly, she ended up having to pull over multiple times to calm herself.

Zoe walked into the room, and jumped when she saw Roman quietly sitting on the edge of the bed with his head low, his gaze on the floor.

“How did you get here, your car isn’t—”

“Parked it down the street, knew you wouldn’t have come in if you had seen it,” Roman’s voice was low, his eyes still glued to the ground.

She walked past him without even looking his way, grabbing her suitcase from the closet, she frantically started throwing some of her belongings inside. Zoe couldn’t stop crying, she constantly wiped her eyes as her tears began to stream down her face.

“You don’t have any family here Zoe, where are are you going?”

“Wherever I decide to go isn’t any of your business anymore, Roman.”

“Zo, just stay. I’ll leave.”

Zoe ignored him and continued filling her suitcase as much as she could, going in and out from the closet to the bathroom. Once she grabbed as much as she could possibly fit in her suitcase, she started walking towards the door when Roman stood in front of it, blocking her.

Zoe looked away, she didn’t want to fucking look at him. “Roman I’ve been through enough shit today, I’m not interested in talking anymore,” Zoe’s voice cracked, as she angrily wiped away some of her tears.

“Baby, please look at me,” he whispered.

Roman used his fingers to gently lift her chin. And that’s when he saw. She was fucking bleeding.

Roman started breathing heavily, his jaw clenching. “Zoe who the fuck did this?”

She ignored him, trying to move past him but every time she would attempt to go around, Roman would block her. Zoe was mentally and emotionally exhausted, she had no interest in talking about anything with him anymore. What was the fucking point, nothing was going to change what he did.

“Zoe. Did that bitch put her fucking hands on you?”

Without even thinking twice, Zoe slapped Roman as hard as she could.

“You don’t get to fucking do that! You did this to us, Roman!

Zoe began to sob uncontrollably.

“Baby, I’m so fucking sorry—”

“Serena didn’t have an ounce of fucking remorse! She was my best friend for five years Roman, do you have any idea how that fucking feels?”

Roman’s demeanor shifted, he paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “You don’t deserve any of this shit Zoe. I’m sorry. I know my words probably don’t mean shit to you, but I am.”

Roman slowly walked towards Zoe, his huge frame now towering over her. His voice was soft, almost hesitant. “You need space, I’ll give you it. You need time, I’ll give you it. Whatever you want, I’ll do. But, I need you to understand, I’m not ever going to fucking give up, ain’t anything or anybody going to change that.”

Before Zoe could respond, Roman kissed her forehead and walked away.

After the door shut, she heard his footsteps go from faint to silent. Zoe immediately dropped to the floor and cried her heart out.

Never in her life, had she felt so alone like she did in this very moment.

In the span of a few days, she lost the people who she loved and trusted the most, to say she was heartbroken was a fucking understatement.

Zoe’s heart was clouded with pain and anger, with one bitter desire rising within her.

To hurt him how he hurt her.