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anghimalaaynasapuso · 4 months ago

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GYM CRUSH SIMON

sfw + nsfw. unsafe sex. womb fucking. no condom.

you never planned on becoming a late-night gym rat. it just …happened. like most things in your life, it started with good intentions and spiraled into something you weren’t entirely in control of.

you’d made a new year’s resolution to get in shape— because health, discipline, all that crap— and, in a moment of overzealous optimism, you splurged on a gym membership. a pricey one, to add. the kind that made your bank account cry, which meant quitting wasn’t an option.

there was only one problem. you were busy. between classes, assignments, and the absolute joke that was your sleep schedule, the only time you could consistently work out was well past normal human hours.

at first, the idea of hitting the gym at midnight felt… weird. like stepping into a parallel universe where only insomniacs and questionable life choices existed. but then you considered the alternative— going during peak hours and getting judged for your piss-poor form, or worse, waiting in line for machines behind a dude who was live-streaming his workout.

midnight schedule it was.

it grew on you eventually. the routine became second nature. drag yourself in after class, half-asleep, toss your bag into a locker, and start on the treadmill to wake yourself up. a slow warm-up, music blasting through your headphones, then a mostly half-hearted attempt at strength training.

the people who showed up at this hour were predictable. a few other students— dead-eyed, running on caffeine fumes. a handful of older folks, the dedicated ones who treated the gym like a sacred temple.

and then there was him.

tall. broad. built like something out of a military recruitment ad.

the first time you noticed him, you’d nearly tripped on the treadmill. one second, you were zoning out, staring at the clock, and the next— there he was. buzz cut barely visible beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, arms thick with muscle, veins running down his forearms in stark lines. tattoos peeked from under his sleeves, black ink tracing the ridges of his skin.

(the combat boots were what threw you off. who the hell wore combat boots to the gym?)

he moved through his workout with terrifying

efficiency. no wasted movements, no unnecessary pauses. heavyweights. circuits. the kind of training that looked more like preparation for war than casual fitness. he never looked winded either. no gasping for breath, no pausing to rest, just relentless, controlled effort.

you developed a— not a crush— an appreciation for him. admiration. respect. that was it. not the way his hoodie stretched across his shoulders when he adjusted his grip on the barbell. not the way his jaw clenched in concentration. not the way his fingers wrapped around the weights with an ease that made you feel woefully inadequate.

“it’s a crush,” your friend announced one evening, stabbing a straw into his juice box.

you scoffed, flipping through your notes. “it’s not.”

“it is. i’m fit too, but i don’t see you staring at me like you wanna lick salt off my abs.”

you made a disgusted noise. “jesus, shut up.”

he grinned, tipping his juice box back dramatically. “i’m just saying. the fact that you haven’t even talked to him and yet know his entire workout routine is very-"

“i do not know his entire workout routine.”

your friend raised a brow.

you sighed. “…he does back and legs on tuesdays.”

his brow lifted higher.

“…and arms on thursdays.”

silence.

“right.”

“shut up.”

you’d considered talking to him. maybe asking for tips or making some awkward joke about his frankly ridiculous choice of gym footwear. but he didn’t exactly radiate approachable.

the man looked like he’d rather be waterboarded than engage in small talk.

and you? you weren’t some plucky rom-com protagonist who could charm the brooding loner into friendship with a dazzling smile and sheer force of personality. so, you kept your distance. which was fine. totally fine.

What the hell would you even say? “hey, nice pecs, can I bury my face between them?” he’d call the police on you.

so, you stayed quiet..

until the night you made the monumentally stupid decision to start lifting weights.

in your defense, it wasn’t entirely your idea. you were perfectly content with your usual treadmill-and-machines routine. but then your friend had to go and mock you.

“you’re paying for a full gym membership,” he said, flicking a fry at your forehead, “and you’re not even using the weight room?”

“i use it,” you protested.

“you walk through it.”

okay, fine. he had a point. which was how you ended up here, standing in front of a barbell, mentally preparing yourself to lift it like you were about to perform brain surgery.

you’d done your research— watched some youtube tutorials, read some articles. you knew the basics. foot placement. core engagement. not arching your back like a possessed demon.

you took a deep breath, squared your stance, wrapped your hands around the bar, and— nothing.

the bar didn’t budge.

you frowned, adjusted your grip. another deep breath. still nothing.

okay. you could do this. just, more force. maybe a little momentum. you planted your feet, sucked in a breath, and heaved—

"y’need a spotter?"

you startle so hard you nearly fall backward, breath catching as you whip around. close— he’s close, and jesus, he’s even bigger up close. broad shoulders, thick arms crossed over his chest, pale eyes flicking between you and the barbell like he’s already making peace with witnessing an injury. his hoodie is pulled up like always, shadows cutting sharp over the edges of his jaw, but there’s something vaguely unimpressed about his expression. braced for disaster.

you swallow. "uh."

his brow lifts, expectant, as if this is some kind of trick question. "that a yes or a no?"

"i-" your brain short-circuits. every ounce of confidence you had a second ago shrivels up and dies. "i totally got this."

he exhales sharply, something between a scoff and a sigh. he shifts his weight, one foot bracing slightly forward. "sure you do.

your face heats. you turn back to the barbell, fingers tightening around the metal, and pull. it lifts— barely. your arms burn, hands already sweating, but you’re stubborn. you have it. almost.

"you’re about to smash your fucking face in," he mutters.

you falter— just for a second— but that’s all it takes. your grip slips, the weight tilting. shit, shit, shit!

he moves fast. faster than you expect. before you can even panic properly, his hands brace yours, steadying the bar with zero effort. he’s strong, fingers wrapping over yours for a brief moment before smoothly guiding the weight back onto the rack like it weighs nothing. you stumble back, arms trembling from the strain, but he doesn’t step away yet, just watches you catch your breath.

"right," he says after a beat, stepping back. "now that you’ve definitely got it, mind if i give you some actual pointers?"

you blink up at him, still processing the fact that you almost died, and this guy just saved your life like it was nothing. "you train people?"

"no. just rather not watch someone crush their skull in." which is… fair, you suppose.

you wipe your sweaty palms on your leggings, trying not to look as embarrassed as you feel. "okay. please. teach me."

you and simon— you learn his name by the third day!— slowly fall into a routine, much to his chagrin. he hadn’t expected offering to help you not splatter brain matter across the gym floor would lead to... this. a persistent presence. a shadow in his periphery.

he doesn’t know how it happened, how you managed to wedge yourself into the one place he thought was untouchable, but somehow, you did. and now, you’re there. always. not in an overbearing way. you don’t talk his ear off or force yourself on him. if anything, you’re surprisingly easy to be around. and worse— comfortable. which is fucking dangerous.

a routine starts forming. he hadn’t expected that offering to help you not crush your own skull under a barbell would lead to… this. hadn’t expected that you’d still be here, three days later, four, a week, waving at him when he walks in, bright-eyed and warm despite the ungodly hour. he tries to keep you at arm’s length, really, he does.

but you’re not loud. you don’t force yourself on him. you don’t pry or try to push past his walls— you just exist, alongside him, like it’s a natural thing in the world. you ask him questions, ease him into conversations so seamlessly that sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s talking until he’s already halfway into answering.

"you ever listen to anything in those headphones?"

he glances at you, then down at his battered over-ear set, blinking like he’d forgotten they were even on. "sometimes."

you hum, stepping up to adjust your weights. "what kinda music?

he hesitates. "depends."

"on?"

"the day."

you narrow your eyes. "that’s not an answer."

"sure it is."

you mutter something under your breath about how “everyone in this gym is allergic to giving a straight answer,” but drop it— he notices that about you. you ask, but you never push. never press. you’re content with whatever he gives, and somehow that makes him want to give you more.

it’s little things at first. small details. he learns that you hate most protein juices but drink it anyway, that you run cold so you always wear a hoodie even when you’re sweating through it, that you hate country music and give him a long, horrified look when you learn that he doesn’t. ("not all of it," he defends, rolling his eyes. "some of it’s alright." you just shake your head at him like he’s beyond saving.)

you learn things too. that his tattoos are actually a full sleeve ("when’d you get these?" "over time." "wow, thanks, that clears so much up."), that he has an endless supply of grey hoodies and sweatpants that he refuses to explain.

"you ever heard of color?" you ask, plucking at his sleeve, and he swats your hand away. "practical," he grunts. "s’not a fuckin’ fashion show."

and then— of course— you fixate on the boots. the combat boots. “okay, but why?” you prod, nudging the toe of his boot with yours. “you know you can wear actual gym shoes, right?”

he gives you a flat look, expression unreadable under the shadow of his hood. “they’re my only pair.”

you freeze. your face twists, and there’s this flicker of genuine horror in your eyes that throws him completely off guard. “simon... are you... homeless?” your voice drops to a whisper, hesitant, like you’re afraid to even ask. his brain short-circuits. he smacks you lightly over the head, more shocked than anything.

"what the fuck- no, i'm not homeless, jesus."

you rub the spot with a pout, still eyeing him like you're not completely convinced. “well, i don’t know,” you mumble.

“you wear the same thing every day, never see you with a bag or a wallet or-”

“drop it.”

“-you don’t even buy pre-workout, simon, who does that-”

“drop it.”

some days, he comes into the gym in a mood. the kind where his head is full of static, his skin prickling with the restless need to exhaust himself into oblivion. those are the days he doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to be seen. and you— you notice. you don’t come up to him, don’t pester him or try to joke around like normal. instead, you just stand off to the side, watching him with this soft, wide-eyed expression like some kind of kicked puppy.

it’s unbearable.

like an itch under his skin that won’t go away. it eats at him, gnaws at the edges of his concentration, and before he can help it, he’s groaning and gesturing you over with a sharp flick of his fingers. “for fuck’s sake, just get over here already.”

you grin like you’ve won something, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you jog over, and he regrets it immediately.

you bring him coffee sometimes. at first, he doesn’t know how to react. he just stares at it when you shove the cup into his hands, blinking down at the little scribbled name on the side like it’s some kind of foreign object. he doesn’t even like sugary coffee, but he drinks it anyway.

the next day, guilt eats at him, so he shoves a protein shake into your hands, unwilling to meet your eyes. "s’only fair."

you squint at it, shake the bottle, listening to the liquid inside slosh around. “what’s in it?”

he scoffs. "fuckin’ cyanide."

you take an exaggerated sniff before grinning. “smells like peanut butter.”

his eye twitches. “just drink it.”

and then, somehow, that becomes a thing, too. a habit. every other day, one of you brings the other something— coffee, protein shakes, the occasional energy drink when you can tell he’s running on fumes.

one night, the gym is nearly empty. just the hum of air conditioning, the occasional clink of metal, the low buzz of some forgotten playlist over the speakers. the late hour has driven most people out, leaving only you and simon.

you’re exhausted, arms shaking, muscles burning with that deep, satisfying ache, but you’re pushing for one more rep. just one.

simon stands behind you, watching through the mirror. arms crossed, weight shifted slightly forward. tracking every movement, every shift in your stance, the way your hands tighten around the bar.

"you're on fumes," he mutters, but steps closer anyway, close enough that the heat of him presses against your back.

you roll your shoulders, shake out your wrists. “i got it.”

he exhales sharp through his nose, scoff and sigh rolled into one, but he doesn’t argue. just moves in, bracketing your sides, his presence steadying.

"alright," he murmurs, watching as you adjust your grip.

you brace yourself, pull, and the weight barely moves. your arms burn immediately, tendons screaming under the strain. your grip shifts, fingers trembling, slipping—

his hands are there. firm and certain, sliding just beneath yours, adjusting your hold without taking over. his chest nearly against your back, his breath warm against the top of your head.

"fix that grip, sweetheart."

you do, fingers locking down harder, shoulders bracing. he doesn’t let go, not fully, his palms ghosting over your forearms, steadying you just enough.

"lock it out," he says, quiet but insistent. his hands shift, one flattening against your stomach, the other hovering at your ribs, like he can feel where the tension is pulling wrong, where you need to engage. "push through. i’ve got you."

your breath stutters, something curling low in your stomach, and you force everything into that last pull, dragging the bar up, arms shaking, until you finally lock it out.

his fingers press in, just briefly, a quick squeeze at your ribs. "good."

you hold it for a second before guiding the weight back down, slow and controlled. the second it racks, your body gives, arms dead, shoulders screaming.

you stumble, just a little, and his hands are already there, catching at your waist. warm. solid. fingers pressing in just enough to steady you. they linger, just a second too long.

and then— "good girl."

barely above a murmur, just breath and heat against your skin, but it slams through you all the same.

your stomach tightens. your pulse jumps. you freeze.

you turn, still breathless, muscles trembling from exertion.

and he’s right there. solid. massive. crowding you. broad chest rising and falling, sweat clinging to the fabric stretched over muscle. too close, heat rolling off him, sinking into your skin, and making your stomach twist. up close, he’s all sharp lines and thick muscle, biceps flexing slightly as he rolls his shoulders back, tilting his head down to look at you.

"don’t-" your voice breaks. you swallow hard. "don’t do that."

simon’s brow lifts, lazy. "don’t do what, sweetheart?"

your fingers twitch at your sides. you gesture vaguely, heat curling up your spine. "that. the- the praise."

his mouth quirks, amusement flickering at the edges. "what, telling you you’re doing good?"

"yes."

he makes a sound low in his throat. "why? thought you liked it."

you try to start a defense, but he steps closer, and fuck, there’s nowhere to go.

"you did so good," he murmurs. his hand lifts, brushing over the curve of your waist. "pushed yourself real hard. took every single rep like a good girl."

your breath catches and oh, does he catch on to that.

"you like hearing that, don’t you?" his fingers curl, pressing into your hip. "knowing i’m right there, watching you, making sure you finish strong."

low, warm, approving—

"bet that’s why you pushed so hard," he continues, like he’s musing to himself. "just to hear me say it. just to make me proud."

simon’s eyes flicker to the vein in your neck. his other hand lifts, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face, slow, almost tender.

"say it, sweetheart," he murmurs. "let me take care of you.”

“please.”

the rest of the gym is a blur. you don’t even register leaving, don’t remember how you end up outside, only that simon’s hand is wrapped tight around your wrist, dragging you through the parking lot with a single-minded purpose. the concrete expanse is empty except for simon’s truck parked just underneath a street lamp.

simon hauls you into the backseat, the door slamming shut behind him. the truck rocks with the force of it, windows already fogging, the stale scent of leather and the last remnants of his cologne in the air. the streetlights outside cast a dim glow that cuts through the darkness in thin streaks, glinting off the sweat at his temples.

his hands are on you before you can think. rough, impatient. he grabs your hips, yanks you into his lap, drags you down until you crash against him. the heat of him burns through every layer between you.

his hips roll up.

you jolt, hands flying to his shoulders, gripping tight as the thick shape of him grinds against your clit. even through the fabric, you feel everything— the ridges, the weight, the solid pressure slotting perfectly against you.

he does it again.

your breath catches, legs tensing where they straddle his thighs. you try to move, to adjust, but his hands flex, fingers digging in, keeping you pinned where he wants you.

"shh," simon hushes, arm against your skin, grip tightening as he forces you down harder, thighs flexing beneath you. "let me feel you."

his hips drag against you and you react before your brain can catch up, instinct driving you forward, grinding down, chasing the pressure.

his breath stutters, shoulders tensing as he watches you move. the friction grows slicker, hotter, the damp fabric sticking between you.

you glance down— and then you see it. his sweats, darkened, soaked where you grind against him, your arousal leaking through, making a mess of him.

"fuck-"

he exhales sharply, hands shifting, one palm smoothing down your thigh before gripping, pulling you into him.

"that’s it." he’s almost slurring his words now, his hips rolling up to meet yours. "so fuckin’ wet..."

your nails bite into his arms, your body working without thought, hips rolling, pressing down harder. the truck shifts with every movement, the worn leather seat creaking beneath you.

"fuck, baby." his lips brush your jaw. "so messy. feel that?"

you nod frantically and his cock jumps at your eagerness.

his patience snaps.

one moment you’re grinding down against him, chasing the delicious friction, and the next you're scrambling for purchase as he lifts you.

simon shoves his sweats down, and his cock springs free, slapping up against his stomach. it's thick. throbbing. the flushed tip leaking pre, smearing along the ridges of his abs, catching in the dim of the streetlights.

he’s big. not just in length— though fuck, he’s long enough to make your stomach clench— but thick, too. veins run along the shaft, disappearing beneath the flushed, ruddy skin. the head is a deep, aching red, fat and swollen, leaking so much it dribbles down, streaking along his cock, mixing with the slick mess you’ve already made on him.

the weight of him makes his cock hang low even as it twitches, pulsing with the rush of blood. it looks almost angry, the veins along the base throbbing, his whole cock flexing with each slow pump of his fist as he strokes himself, spreading the mess of precum along his length.

simon watches your expression shift, pleased. "knew you’d like that.”

he's teasing but you barely hear it. your eyes stay locked on him, pulse hammering as you take in the sheer size, the stretch you’re about to take—

he shifts his grip, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other around his cock. your hips twitch, instinct making you reach for him, trying to press forward, but he holds you back, squeezes to get your attention.

"look at that..” simon presses the head of his cock against your stomach, dragging it up, smearing wet along your skin. "gonna take all this, yeah? let me stretch that little cunt open?"

"yes- yes, please-"

"fuck." his breath shudders, his hold on you tightening. "greedy thing."

he yanks you forward, spreads your legs wider, fits himself between your thighs, grinds his cock through your slit.

the first press makes you jolt, your whole body twitching, a choked sound slipping from your throat. he groans, gripping your waist, shoving you down, rubbing your swollen clit against the head, dragging himself through your slick over and over again.

"desperate," he muses, almost cruel. "thought you could take me just like that?"

you try to answer, try to say something, but your brain doesn't work, body too busy chasing relief, hips jerking, cunt aching, a mess of whimpers spilling from your lips.

his cock is heavy against your stomach, his tip leaving a damp streak along your skin as he drags it upward. the grip he has on your waist is firm, fingers pressing deep into your flesh, keeping you still, making sure you see exactly how much of him is about to disappear inside you.

“look at that,” he murmurs, lilted by something dark and pleased. “gonna fit all this inside, yeah? stretch that little cunt open real nice for me?”

your breath shudders in your throat. the weight of him, the sheer size, sends a pulse of heat through you, thighs trembling where he holds them apart. he presses his cock higher, smearing himself over your navel, dragging slow just to watch the way your stomach flexes beneath him.

simon's fingers tighten at your hips, anchoring you in place. his eyes flick up, locking onto yours. “still want it?”

you can’t nod fast enough, hands fisting in the hard muscle of his shoulders, your pulse drumming against your ribs. “yes-”

he huffs a quiet laugh before shaking his head. then he moves, his hands shifting to your waistband. simon doesn’t take his time, doesn’t tease— just yanks your shorts down in one rough motion, shoving them past your thighs, tossing them aside like they’re nothing.

your panties are soaked through, the thin fabric clinging to your skin, darker where arousal has seeped into it. his gaze drops, and he groans, fingers flexing against your thighs.

his eyes practically shine as he reaches down, hooking two fingers into the waistband, pulling the fabric to the side instead of taking it off completely. “how long have you been sittin’ here all wet for me, huh?”

then, without warning, he lifts his cock and slaps it against your cunt. the obscene sound echoes between you.

you jolt, a sharp gasp catching in your throat. the weight of him presses down, drags over your swollen folds, smearing your slick along the length of him, leaving him just as messy as you.

simon's breath hitches, jaw going tight for a moment before he grins. “feel that?” he rocks his hips, slow and deliberate, the ridge of his head catching against your clit with every motion. “soaked for me. filthy girl.”

he keeps at it, rutting through your folds, dragging his cock against you in long, teasing glides. every lazy roll of his hips spreads more wetness between you, slick growing messier, needier, your arousal coating every inch of him.

his voice drops lower, almost awed. “you always this wet?”

you shake your head. you're not even sure why you're this wet. it’s obscene, every slow slide of him making a sticky, wet sound, the kind that makes your face burn with embarrassment.

his grip on your thighs tightens. he presses against you harder, lets his cock drag through the mess, smearing it everywhere, making it worse.

“just for me then?” he asks, watching the way his cock glistens, slick with everything you’ve given him. “i kind of like that.”

he lines himself up, pressing the thick, leaking tip against your aching entrance. he lets it catch there for a second, teasing, before dragging it up one last time, rubbing against your clit, watching you twitch beneath him.

then he settles back down, pressing again, the heavy weight of him poised to sink inside.

his eyes flick back to yours. “gonna let me in now, yeah?”

the first push is a mistake. he realizes it the second you tense up, sucking in a sharp breath, thighs trembling where they’re spread over his lap. his cock barely breaches you— just the tip, barely an inch— and your body locks up, refusing to take more.

simon grits his teeth, hands firm on your waist, trying to ease you down, but you’re too tight, squeezing around him like you’re trying to push him out. the head of his cock throbs where it’s barely inside you, thick and unyielding, stretching you too much, too fast.

he exhales through his nose, slow and measured, and tries again. rocks his hips, nudging deeper, letting you feel the weight of him pressing in. but you whimper, body trembling, nails biting into his skin. your walls clench down hard, resisting, and—

he stops. groans, and drops his head back against the seat.

"jesus christ." his palm drags over his face. "knew you were tight, but- fuck. you’re not gonna take me like this."

your face burns. your throat aches. frustration coils hot in your chest. "i’m sorry-"

"oh, sweetheart." simon's hands slide up your back, rough palms smoothing over your skin before he leans back, head tilting, eyes flicking over you. half amused, half exasperated. "you apologizing for having a cunt this tight?"

you sniffle, shifting in his lap, arousal sticky between your thighs. "but i wanted to-"

"you will." his voice is steady, calm, but his grip on your hips tightens. "just gotta take my time, yeah? don’t want you cryin’ when i finally get this cock in you."

you sniff again, blinking up at him, vision blurred, lips parted. "too late."

he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "fuckin’ hell."

then his hands are moving again, trailing lower, fingers slipping between your slick folds, pressing in slow.

you jolt at the touch, a sharp, wrecked little sound catching in your throat. simon groans, watching the way you twitch in his lap.

"fuck, baby. so sensitive. all worked up and nowhere to put it, huh?"

you nod, heat crawling up your neck, hips jerking as he rubs slow, lazy circles over your clit. his fingers are thick, rough, dragging through the mess between your thighs, teasing, pressing just enough to make your breath stutter.

"s’not fair," you mumble.

"life’s not fair, sweetheart." his fingers press in again, pushing deeper. one first, stretching you open, curling inside. then another. then a third. his other hand stays on your thigh, keeping you spread, holding you open so he can watch the way you take him.

"gotta get you nice and open." his voice low and warm. "don’t want you breakin’ on me just yet."

you whimper, rocking into his hand, clenching down around his fingers. your clit throbs under his thumb, swollen and aching, every slow grind of his palm sending another shudder through you.

"shh. just let me do this for you, yeah?"

you do. trembling, gasping, grinding down, taking everything he gives until you’re loose, slick, ready.

when he pulls his fingers out, you whine, walls fluttering around nothing.

then his cock is back, pressing against your entrance, thick and hot, teasing for only a moment before he pushes in—

you take him.

the stretch is unbearable. every inch forces you open, slow and deliberate, the thick drag of him pressing deeper than anything ever has. your breath stutters, body shaking, thighs trembling where they rest over his.

"fuck, sweetheart," he groans, voice tight, hands gripping your hips, keeping you still, keeping you from pulling away. "you feel that? squeezing me so fuckin’ tight."

you do. every ridge, every vein, the slow, impossible push of him splitting you open, inch by inch, pressing deep— then he stops.

breath stuttering, you blink at him, dazed, confused, still so empty. "w-why-"

"baby," his voice is almost pained. "m’pressing right up against your cervix. can’t go any deeper."

but it’s not enough. you whimper, hips twitching, shifting to take more, to sink lower. "but i still feel empty, si.."

his jaw clenches, fingers digging into your thighs, trying to keep you still, stopping you from punching a fucking hole through your guts. "jesus, sweetheart. you don’t know what you’re askin."

"please," you breathe, eyes glassy, desperate. "si, please, want all of you-"

he groans, head dropping back against the seat, restraint hanging by a thread. "fuck."

then his grip tightens, and before you can say another word, he forces you down the rest of the way.

"oh-oh my god-" your whole body shakes, a strangled moan ripping from your throat as the thick head of his cock breaches your cervix, slipping into your womb, stuffing you full.

simon grunts, the squeeze of you making his vision blur for a second. "jesus fuckin’ christ."

the moment he bottoms out, your walls clamp down, fluttering, pulsing around him— the pleasure snaps without warning, white-hot, rolling through you all at once.

"fuck- fuck, baby." he curses, the squeeze of your cunt almost painful. his half-lidded eyes are trained on where the two of you connect, the way you gush around him, soaking his cock. "just from takin’ me all the way? filthy fuckin’ thing-"

he huffs a rough laugh, fingers flexing against your hips, appreciating the extra slick easing the way. "makes it easier, at least," he mutters, then starts to move.

it’s slow at first— just enough to let you feel it, to make you ache through the thick drag of him pulling back, just enough to let you whimper at the sheer pressure of his cock pressing against every swollen, overstimulated inch of your cunt.

but you’re already gone.

your lashes flutter, your lips part around soft, wrecked little sounds, your hips twitching even though he’s holding you down, even though you’re already stuffed so fucking full.

"look at you," he murmurs, dragging a palm up your belly, pressing down right where he’s so deep, groaning when he feels the outline of himself inside you. "fuckin’ cock-drunk already, sweetheart?"

you sob, thighs squeezing around his waist, hands grasping at him, trying to find something to hold onto as your hips jerk, rolling forward mindlessly, instinct driving you to take more, take everything.

he groans, gripping your jaw, tilting your face up so he can see all of it.

"can’t even talk, can you? too fuckin’ dumb to think straight."

"s-simon-"

"what, love? too far gone already?"

his smirk is wicked, his grip tight as he presses his hips up, spearing you open all over again.

you scream, body jerking, back arching, thighs trembling around him. "ohh- oh fuck-"

"there we go." his voice is full of praise, full of something dark and indulgent. "there’s my good girl."

he sets a slow rhythm, dragging his cock out until only the thick head is inside you before slamming all the way back in, spearing you open, making sure you feel it, making sure you take every inch.

"bloody hell," he mutterd, feeling the way your walls squeeze him, the way you shudder, the way you drip around him, slick gushing, soaking his cock, ruining his seats.

"listen to that, sweetheart," he groans, shifting his grip, spreading his knees just a little wider to pin you in place. "fuckin’ mess you’re makin."

he glances down, eyes nearly rolling at the sight— your cunt stretched wide around him, slick dripping down to his balls, pooling beneath you.

"christ, love." he has to gasp for breath. "fuckin’ leaking all over me- ruinin’ my fuckin’ truck-"

"s-simon-" you lose your train of thought, babbling incomprehensible strings of words.

"can't think?" simon's grin sharpens. "good. don’t need you thinkin."

then he fucks you properly.

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kitten4sannie · 9 months ago

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pairing: peter parker/venom! yunho x gf! reader

genre: spider man au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is going through a phase.

w.c: 3.3k (porn with a microscopic amount of plot)

warnings: dom! yunho, sub! reader, venom should have his own warning bc bro is NASTYY (so is yuyu 🤝🏻), partial mind manipulation? on yunho’s part? bc venom is in his head? idk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, teasing, fingering, hand kink….,, SIZE KINK., manhandling, pussy eating, tongue kink, raw feral sex (doggy + missionary), bro has a monster cock, also monster fucking!! bc venom takes over <3, cum eating, breeding kink, bulge kink, dacryphilia, mind break, record breaking creampie

a/n: listen …….i LOVE venom, the things i would let venom do to me would set humanity back at least fifty years. NOW VENOM YUNHO ON THE OTHER HAND,, oh boy. boyyyy oh boy. i don’t think i have to explain myself when it comes to that combination bc this fic speaks for itself lol. are you curious now? why don’t you give it a peek then, hm? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and then lemme know what you thought of it pretty please? <3

song rec: new woman - lisa feat. rosalía (get it bc he’s a new man - bc of venom - 😼)

fictober 2024

“And just where have you been, Jeong Yunho?” you asked your boyfriend in a more teasing manner than anything, once he snuck in past the sliding glass door of the balcony, getting up from the couch you were waiting restlessly on. When he stood there silently just looking at you through the white eye-shaped sections of his mask, you pouted, nervously wrapping a lock of hair around your finger. “Just be honest with me and I won’t be mad, okay?”

Despite the lack of sleep, you were ready for him this time. He wasn’t about to casually sneak in or out of the house another night that week without you catching him. Usually, you wouldn’t have been concerned because you were used to him being gone when there was crime taking place or a super villain that needed to be brought to justice, but recently…your boyfriend was acting strange. He was starting to become moody and secretive, opting to brush you off when you asked him about it. Yunho had even taken up using substances in his free time, finding him drunk or high off his ass in the apartment when you got home from work. The final straw was when you came home one night to find him in the kitchen with freshly dyed hair and new piercings he had given himself, a few empty boxes of black hair dye and bloody safety pins laying haphazardly on the kitchen counter.

Yunho took off his mask and rubbed at his eyes like he was tired, leaving a bit of smeared eyeliner underneath them, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his frayed jacket, the one that was slightly zipped just enough to cover his iconic red suit.

“She knows about us,” said the annoying parasite that had just recently made a home inside him. “We should eat her.”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Yunho grumbled, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

You walked up to him, gently putting a hand on his chest. “Yun, I just wanna know where you were at, that’s all. You know I respect your space,” you murmured, your pout growing slightly, your eyebrows upturned with concern.

“She’s looking at us with those big round eyes again, Yunho,” Venom told his host, letting out a disgusting groan only he could hear. “It’s gonna make us hard. If we’re not going to eat her, let’s fuck her, at least.”

“Mingi asked me to take care of some douchebags that had been causing trouble at that new club he works at. That’s all, baby,” Yunho replied softly, reaching down to press the back of his hand against your cheek, before cupping it. He noticed the teary look inside your doe eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”

You nuzzled into his big warm hand, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold your boyfriend close. “I’m fine…I’ve just been worried about you, Yun. You’ve been acting a bit…different.”

“Let’s show her just how different we’ve become, Yunho,” Venom egged him on, knowing Yunho could feel just how much he wanted to break through the barrier of his host’s mind and take control. “She’ll love it.”

How could he possibly explain to you that he was always in a never-ending battle with a frightening otherworldly parasite that had found its way inside of him? You would be so scared and disgusted, you’d probably never trust him again. He couldn’t risk losing you, not when you were his only anchor to the normal life he desperately craved, and the first person he’s ever felt this strongly about.

“I’m just going through a phase, I think,” Yunho expressed wholeheartedly, resting his hands around your waist, his thumbs slightly pressing into your hip bones through your sleep shirt, feeling just how delicate you truly were. You were so small compared to him, practically swimming in one of his band t-shirts that you regularly wore to bed; you were so tiny and cute, and…”Malleable,” Venom finished. Yunho couldn’t tell if the parasite was influencing all of his thoughts or if he was just that perverted.

“Do you wanna talk about it, Yun?” You pressed yourself closer to Yunho, feeling his large hands enclose around your small waist, making you feel a bit dizzy. When he shook his head, you tilted yours, wondering if what you felt pushing against your middle was exactly what you thought it was. “Or, do you want to take me to bed?”

It had felt like forever since Yunho had touched you, kissed you even. You had almost forgotten what it was like to feel him inside you, filling you up over and over again until his love spilled out. Just the thought alone made your body begin to overheat. Was it wrong of you to take his simple answer at face value? Should you have pushed the issue, instead of letting him push you back into the wall of the hallway? You weren’t sure, but you were just grateful that your boyfriend still wanted you like this.

“Did punching those guys at the club make you this horny?” you asked playfully, a sudden shiver of pleasure shooting up your spine when Yunho’s warm hands snaked up underneath your shirt and began groping at your tits.

“So horny,” Yunho joked back, watching you instantly melt underneath his touch, a shaky exhale escaping his bobbing throat as he swallowed.

“Nnngh, I didn’t know fighting crime did it for you, Yun.”

“Knowing I’m already getting your little pussy wet just from this is what’s doing it for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, having to practically lower himself to your height just to do so, able to clearly hear the breathless moan that left your lips. Yunho was already breathing hard, his mind swimming with constant racing thoughts that all pertained to his pretty little girlfriend and what he was going to do to you, squishing your soft flesh in between his slender fingers, using his thumbs to rub your hardening nipples in teasing circles.

It had felt like eternity since Yunho had allowed himself to feel you underneath his touch, to even simply look at you with unbridled lust. He wanted to see all of you, witness the way you completely opened yourself up to him. It was driving him insane. Was it selfish of him to give into temptation when there was something else living inside him? Something that he knew was taking even more pleasure in this than he was? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew it was far too late to stop now.

“Let us see her tits, Yunho, they feel so nice inside our hands, we need to see,” Venom demanded, desperately shaking the bars of his figurative cage.

When Yunho tugged your shirt up and over your tits, your gasp became muffled, your eyes widening as he stuffed the hem of the shirt into your mouth. You were going to close your legs to keep your arousal from spilling down your thighs, but your eager boyfriend pushed his larger one in between them.

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Yunho cooed softly, admiring the way you began to grind your cunt against his thigh, despite the sheepish expression you offered him, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth from witnessing such a display of pure desperation. “Look at you go…rubbing yourself all over my thigh like a horny little slut.”

“N-not a slut,” you whimpered softly, his insult causing a fresh wave of slick to leak out onto Yunho’s torn jeans. “Just need you, Yuyu.”

“Her breeding hole needs to be trained to handle my size. Do it now,” Venom growled into Yunho’s mind, growing more and more demanding by the second, very aware that his host was starting to lose control of himself.

“Yeah? How about this?” Yunho pulled your panties to the side so that he could watch as your greedy cunt swallowed up one of his long, bony fingers to the knuckle. “Is that enough, baby?”

“I meant with your human sized cock, you insufferable prick,” Venom chided, simply not understanding the pleasurable benefits that prolonged foreplay could offer being the uninhibited hothead that he was.

Something about the way Yunho was taking his time unraveling you, the way he was drinking in the sight of your bare body with pure lust inside his eyes, with only a single digit plunged inside you so far made you pulse and squeeze around it. “F-full.”

“But I barely fit one finger inside you, sweetheart. What’ll happen if I put another?” Yunho suddenly tugged your borrowed t-shirt up and over your head, leaning in close to your face to catch the way your breath hitched as soon as he slipped another finger inside, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot each time he finger-fucked you, earning a few whiny moans from his beloved girlfriend. “Oh, that’s right. You turn into my little sex toy, don’t you?”

“Y-esss, Yuyu, just for you, fuck,” you cried out, hooking your arms around his neck to keep yourself from completely melting into the floor.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned into your ear, quickly stuffing his slippery digits into you, incapable of getting Venom’s ungodly thoughts out of his head all the while. Fuck, he was feeling hot, dizzy. His head and cock were throbbing. He needed more. They needed more. He had no choice but to shove a third finger into you, your slick walls pulsating around him. “You think you’re feeling full now…just wait till my cock’s inside you.”

Gasping, your nails dug into his back through his clothes. “Oh my god, Yunho, give it to me, please, please, please,” you whined breathlessly into his neck, trembling in his arms as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. “N-need your cock in me.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re already begging to be fucked like that. I almost forgot how much of a needy little slut you are when you need cock. You like the thought of me stretching out your little pussy that much, huh?” He smiled darkly against your heated skin, slowly dragging his tongue along it as you whimpered and nodded your head to his obscene question, not allowing you to witness the brief moment his eyes turned completely black. “I just might split you open.”

You almost didn’t recognize your boyfriend when he tossed you onto your shared bed like you weighed close to nothing, and you certainly didn’t recognize him when he manipulated your limbs until you were laying with your head down against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Usually, he wanted to do missionary, so that he could kiss and look at you when you both came undone, but now, now he had you in a position that was apparently ‘perfect for breeding’, or at least, that’s what you thought you had heard him mumbling about from behind you.

“Now’s the time, human. We must show her how great we are,” the alien reminded Yunho, delighted that his black parasitic poison was now making its way through his host’s veins, showing up from underneath his milky skin. It was changing him in ways that would most definitely benefit all three of you.

Yunho squeezed his large hands into the sides of your ass and spread it open, hyper focused on your dripping cunt and how it struggled to accommodate his ungodly size. “Poor baby’s so tiny, my little princess can barely take me inside her pretty cunt,” he sighed, pulling out just enough to send a few strands of spit onto his own cock, lubing up the base of it and pushing back in, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as he heard the broken cry that left your drooling mouth. “Looks like we’re going to have to break you in.”

You felt like you were losing your mind. Your boyfriend had just barely bottomed out inside of you and you were already about to cream yourself. And, it might’ve been the cock-drunk state you were in, but you swore to god that his dick got bigger. It felt like it was kissing your cervix already and he hadn’t even moved yet. Not to mention, it felt so hot inside you, and there was so much pre-cum coating your walls, you almost thought he had came prematurely, but he would’ve been asleep and snoring away already if he did.

Yunho violently interrupted your train of thought by slamming his hips forward, letting out a deep, long groan as though he were experiencing euphoria. He grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, tucking them together so that he could hold them both with one large hand, and quickly got to work, yanking you back onto his cock, using you like his own personal sex doll. “That’s fucking it, isn’t it, angel? You like that? You fucking like that?”

“Nnh, yeah– fuck me, don’t stop,” you moaned back, realizing this ‘phase’ of Yunho’s was one of the best things that could’ve ever happened to the both of you, previously unaware that something this rough and borderline animalistic could feel as good as it did.

“She’s ours, she’s ours, Yunho, fuck, we’re going to cum inside her,” Venom blissfully announced into Yunho’s head, fully taking over his host in that very instant, gracing Yunho with the symbiote’s much more endowed features.

It was then that you let out a sudden gasp, the air that quickly filled your lungs leaving as a wavering moan of pleasure instead. It was almost as if Yunho’s cock had grown twice in size. You didn’t even know how that was possible, but you were too lost in the moment to question it. “So big, it’s so fucking big, Yunho, nnnngh, it’s gonna break me,” you exhaled, quickly pulling at the sheets once he gifted you partial physical autonomy, your eyes beginning to disappear underneath your lashes.

“That’s right, pretty girl, and you’re going to keep taking it all, even after I’m done impregnating you,” Yunho agreed huskily, bending over you until his overheated body pressed into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around the softness of your hips once again. Just as his never-ending seed spilled into you and made its way into your womb, Yunho dragged his long, heavy tongue up in between your straining shoulder blades and along your neck, savoring your flavor. He truly wanted to eat you, unable to stop drooling, but the annoying mortal he shared this body with wouldn’t let him. Venom figured he would have to settle for the next best thing.

You didn’t even have a chance to finish shaking, let alone take a breath, before you were being lifted up and lowered back down onto your boyfriend’s face, your cunt fitting snugly between the curves of Yunho’s lips and nose. Just as he lapped at your extremely sensitive clit and slit, you couldn’t help but jolt away, his forearms suddenly locking tightly around your middle. “O-oh…!”

“Hold still. Need a taste of this pretty cunt,” Yunho growled under his breath, angling his head back and opening his mouth wide enough so that he could explore the entirety of your used cunt, licking and drinking up the mixed arousal that spilled out of you to his heart’s content.

“Y-yunhooo,” you whined pathetically, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself from passing out from the pleasure that was overloading your mind, looking down to watch how he eagerly nosed at your clit. “Fuck, i’ll cum again…”

“Then, do it, princess.” Just as he swallowed down more of your wetness, he realized it wasn’t enough, unable to keep himself from sliding the entirety of his tongue inside you, feeling you clench around the base of it.

“Oh my god, your tongue, it’s so–haaaah,” you reacted breathlessly, digging your nails into the wood of the headboard, the longer his serpent-like tongue slithered in and out of you so seamlessly, unable to fully understand how any of this was possible. When the thickest part of his appendage rubbed at your g-spot, you saw white around your vision, your ears ringing, unable to hear the filthy slurping sounds Yunho was making underneath you as he drank up your squirt.

When you came to, you were back underneath Yunho, in the missionary position he loved so much, yet this time it was profoundly different. His eyes were as dark as his freshly dyed hair, one corner of his mouth split open, inviting a myriad of long, serrated fangs, all while black wispy tendrils clung onto one side of his face like a second skin. You realized too late why Yunho was acting so out of character, and that you were never actually alone with him the past few weeks. You had an uninvited guest, an alien symbiote known as Venom, to be exact — and here you were, face to face with him, his massive alien cock stretching your used cunt open to the point of no return.

“Oh god, you’re actually going to split me open, what the fuck,” you gasped sharply, clutching the sides of Yunho’s cheeks, your fingers tugging at the ends of his sweaty hair.

“Silly human, as much as we’d enjoy seeing that, you won’t split apart. You have a prime body for breeding, didn’t you know?” he chuckled darkly in a two-toned voice, pressing his hand down into your abdomen to feel the sheer size of himself protruding through your lower belly each time his hips routinely smacked into yours. “We knew Spider-man’s pretty little girlfriend would make a perfect host for our offspring. Just look at you, you’re taking us so well.”

You didn’t know what was going to break your mind first, the fact that you were essentially being used as a breeding tool for an alien that would take great pleasure in swallowing you whole, or the fact that your cunt was eagerly swallowing up something so absurdly large, its heavy girth and width stretching you so wide, it felt as though you would fall apart at any given time. Despite the insanity of it all, your body and mind welcomed it, creaming yourself on his throbbing cock.

“Good girlll,” Yunho praised, letting his long slimy tongue slip out to lick up the side of your cheek until he tasted the salt of your tears. He fully sheathed himself inside you one last time, before his large hands cemented around your waist, holding you completely still as his hot load joined the other one he had previously fucked into you, his heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck. “That’s it, princess, take it all, just like that…”

You could hardly breathe, let alone move, simply laying still in your boyfriend’s arms, taking everything he gave you, as wave after wave of cum coated the insides of your aching cunt and flooded womb, some of it spilling down the insides of your legs and dripping onto the stained sheets below. It felt so good to be filled up in such a way, to be truly bred, that you came again without direct stimulation, letting out a broken cry, before Yunho silenced you with a gentle kiss.

When you opened your teary eyes, your boyfriend’s previously monstrous traits were gone, instead replaced with his usual soft, flushed features that you adored so much. You watched him open and close his mouth, as if he didn’t know what to say. You pressed another kiss to his lips, weakly running your fingers through his hair. “Should we go to the drugstore to get Plan B?”

Yunho gave you a goofy, though apologetic smile, leaning his face into your neck to give it a few kisses. He pulled himself back up to face you, his eyebrows upturned. “D-do you think it would work on an alien symbiote?”

You patted his head, knowing what you signed up for when you decided to date the Spider-man, figuring one of his superhero friends would have a solution for the both of you. You gave him a soft smile, happy when he returned it. “If not, let’s get a refund.”

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hooniehon · 5 months ago

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⭑ ﹒LIL STEPSIS ⎯ LHS x SJY

✤ pairings. heeseung jake x fem!reader . 18+

warnings. ✤ stepcest noncon 3some degradation slapping double vaginal penetration praise clit stimulation mean dom!heeseung soft (??) dom!jake lmk if i forgot smth!

don’t like it don’t read it.

WORD COUNT ˳ 2k

the one were you couldn’t wait but have a night out with the date you found online to finally have a day alone without your creep perverted step brothers, but of course it didn’t go well.

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“where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” heeseung questions, pausing whatever he and jake were watching on the television ⎯ heeseung has an annoyed expression on his face cause who are you trying to impress wearing such a sexy dress? whereas jake just scans your whole body with no shame, biting down on his plump lips.

your step brothers became 10x more annoying then they already were since your parents went to this 1 whole month cruise ship trip. that meant that you were going to be stuck with those two, you honestly didn’t think it would be that bad but oh brother were you wrong.. ⎯ all you ever felt was them staring you down like perverted creeps, you didn’t even feel comfortable to wear normal pyjama shorts in your own house it was that bad, cause all they would just do is stare at your exposed legs and have their teeth biting down their lips.

wanting to not deal with that anymore you decide to go on a little date with the guy you recently met on this dating app. wanting nothing more but have a nice day without those two perverts staring you down like you’re some piece of meat. ⎯ to go out of course you had to come up with your best outfit, wearing a tight short black dress a pair of black heels and some cute accessories. ⎯ you didn’t have time for their bullshit trying to walk as fast as you can to go to the door but of course it was too late.

“what do you mean can’t i go out anymore or what?” you say scrunching your eyebrows from the annoying question he asked. ⎯ “you know your mom asked us to take care of you while they’re gone right? i have every right to ask you a simple question don’t i?..” he says slowly making his way to the door to face you. ⎯

jake can’t help but follow his brothers steps just to accompany him.

“i’m just going outside to hangout.” you argue back, rolling your eyes from annoyance. he’s not even your real brother why is he acting so possessive over you like he owns you? you can’t help but feel icky whenever he does that ⎯ “with who?” jake jumps in out of curiosity. “that’s none of you guys business i’m a grown woman i don’t need to tell anything to you guys!” ⎯ heeseung cant help but feel more annoyed from your bitchy attitude, slowly losing his patience.

“just answer the fucking question its not that hard.” he growls out from pure annoyance. you flinch at the sudden attitude he gives you. ⎯ “like i said it’s none of your business now leave me the fuck alone for fucks sake!” you yell out and that was heeseung’s last straw.

he grabs you by your wrist nearly bruising you with his grip and drags you all the way back to the living room pushing you down on the couch. jake quickly follows after the older one, making his way to stand next to heeseung to look at your dress that started to bunch up your hips ⎯ revealing your white lace panties. he already felt his cock hardening at the delicious sight.

“l-let go of me you bastard!” you try to fight back by trying to push hands off of you but of course you got overpowered. ⎯ heeseung being long annoyed by your irritating attitude he gives your cheek a hard slap, trying to shut you up for once. “ouch!” you cry out from the harsh stinging feeling. ⎯ “first you want to go out dressing like a cheap slut and now you want to fight me off? if you want to be treated like a bitch i’ll treat you like one.” he spits out.

the older signals jake to sit on the couch next to where you were thrown so he could put you on his lap. ⎯ jake quickly gets ahold of your arms and presses his lips to your ear. “don’t try to fight back cause you know it’s not going to bring you anywhere sweetie.” he whispers and gives kisses to your earlobe, lowering down to do the same on your neck. ⎯ heeseung goes back between your legs and takes off your heels to take ahold of your legs that were trying to push him off of you. ⎯ he then bunches your dress up more to your waist and eyes your soaked white lace panties. ⎯ “are you sure you’re not enjoying this mhm? look at how fucking wet you are.” he says with a satisfied smirk. giving your pussy harsh slaps ⎯ you yelp at the pain, trying to push your hips away from him but all that did was make more friction between your ass and jake’s cock.

you can already feel his hard cock pulsing on your ass and can’t help but feel utterly disgusted by it. your stepbrothers taking advantage of you. ⎯ jake begins to press his lips against your ears to whisper something again for the second time. “just be a good girl for us and take whatever we give you okay?” ⎯ you push your head away from him to face the other side and he grabs your jaw roughly to make you look up at him again.

“like i said, be a good girl and just take it.” he announces again, his face giving you a warning. he begins to then pull down the straps of your dress bunching it to your waist, fast forward he also gets rid of your bra and begins pinching your nipples. ⎯ you try to suppress your whimpers by biting your lips harshly, nearly drawing out blood. ⎯ while all that happened heeseung took off your panties and began to unbuckle his belt.

“pl-please no, don’t do this to me” you sob out, tears daring to drop from your waterline, jake and heeseung give each other a look and both let out a laugh from how helpless you sound. ⎯ “if you just participate with us it’ll not hurt baby.” heeseung tries to reassure you, bringing his hands to pinch your cheek.

“hee let me fuck her first pleaseee.” jake basically whines from horniness, getting tired of having to rub his dick all over your ass the whole time. ⎯ “fuck no just wait till i’m done” heeseung says rubbing his thumb over his tip to smear his precum all over his dick, slowly pumping it. jake groans out in frustration and throws his head back.

you on the other hand just feel small between them arguing over whoever gets to be in you first. “you know what lets just both fuck her at the same time.” heeseung announces with a grin and you felt like your heart sunk down to your ass from what he said. ⎯ “w-what no! i didn’t agree on that!?” you scream out trying to fight them off again but as you do that you can only hear them chuckle at you again. you’re stupid for thinking you can really fight them off. “well we don’t give a fuck about what you think so just shut the fuck up and take it like the whore you are.” the older warns you. ⎯ jake slowly lifts you up from his lap so he can take of his sweatpants and underwear at the same time and your jaw dropped from how big they both are. jake noticed the expression on your face and leaves out a chuckle. ⎯ “don’t worry baby we’ll fit in just perfectly.” the younger says while stroking his dick up and down with a groan

you then can feel jake’s hands going up & down your waist while heeseung’s are on your face bringing yours to his to kiss you. ⎯ you don’t even bother to return the kiss, just scrunching your face from how rough he was kissing your plump lips. ⎯ he bites your lip signaling you to open your mouth so he can dive more in your wet cavern. ⎯ he begins to explore your mouth, sucking your tongue roughly.

while that was happening jake slowly got ahold of your hips to lower yourself on his hard cock, your tight wet hole making contact with his red tip. jake hisses at the contact of feeling your warm pussy on him and begins to lower you on his dick. heeseung follows you, still exploring your mouth with his tongue. you squeal at the sudden intrusion, jake can’t help but moan out loud, feeling you clench so hard on him.

“woah f-fuuuck sweetie calm down, your clenching so hard on me.” ⎯ heeseung finally leaves your mouth alone and beams at the sight of you making an uncomfortable expression. “h-hyung she’s practically squeezing me i don’t think we’ll both fit in her..” the younger moans out again. ⎯ “we’ll make it fit.” is the last thing heeseung said before he went on his knees to stimulate your clit, rubbing quick circles on it, you let out a moan from the amazing feeling making them both smirk. ⎯ “shit, hyung if you don’t get in her now i’m going to fuck her all by myself.” jake whimpers, and that was all it took for heeseung to slightly get up and push himself in you too. ⎯ you could feel both of their cocks throbbing between your gushing walls and gasped from how full you felt.

“a-aghh fuck!” you scream from the painful stretch, throwing your head back at jake’s shoulder. ⎯ jake slowly pulls out and slams right back in again with full force, making you let out a high pitched moan. ⎯ “of course she’s enjoying it like the cockslut she is.” heeseung grits. ⎯ you felt so overwhelmed by their sweaty bodies rubbing against you.

they then both began plunging in you, thrusting roughly in your tight wet pussy. ⎯ all you could hear around you were their moans and groans from how good you felt around them. “fuuuckk this pussy’s so good” heeseung moaned out from pleasure, throwing his head back while his hand makes way to your face giving light taps on your cheeks. ⎯ all you could do is whimper, being tired of having to suppress them from shame.

“baby loves being full of her 2 stepbrothers doesn’t she mhm?” jake remarks while having a awfully annoying smirk on his face. you shake your head fast not wanting to feed in their delusions. “oh stop trying to lie you know damn well you love this.” jake says, his hand making way to your clit, rubbing it harshly which makes you let out another moan. “see?”

“shit i’m so f-fucking close.” heeseung let’s out while thrusting much more roughly. his hand going to your throat to choke you “gonna cum all over you.” he states, tightening his grip around your throat. “a-agh!” you whimpered from how close you were.

they could both feel how close you were and that gave their ego a boost, thrusting in you like their lives depended on it. “fuck yeah be a good bitch and come on our cocks.” heeseung says.

you don’t even like being called names like that but that was all it took for you to cum on both their dicks. covering your hand to your mouth to make it look like you just didn’t moan so hard. “y-you did so well for us.” jake praises you while his hands are still bruising your hips from the grip he leaves on them. he grabs your hips tighter, signaling how close he is but heeseung grabs you off him and manhandles you on your knees before him grabbing the back of your hair for leverage. you and jake both hiss from the loss of contact and jake huffs an annoying groan, but decides to keep his mouth shut. “f-fuck agh, gonna cum all over this pretty face.” he announces as white ropes spurt all across your face. you couldn’t even process everything from how fast he made you go on your knees. you then get turned around by jake, still being on your knees as he jerks his cock off to leave his release on your face too. “mhphhh!” jake whimpers out as his release spurts on your face too.

heeseung grabs you by the hair again to make your wobbly legs stand up and gives your lips a peck.

“such a good lil stepsis for us.”

it’s finally outtt!!! 🥹

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munchhmm · 26 days ago

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Oops! All Skin

How the boys would react to reader accidentally revealing themselves ≧ ≦

plz be nice this is the first piece I've ever written

Pairings: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, and Ace x F!reader (separate)

Warnings: Implied nudity that's about it ᴥ

Word count: About 3.7k words total

Credit to @cafekitsune for dividers! ෆ (first pic is mine)

Luffy ˃ 𖥦 ˂

Just blinks and tilts his head.

Definitely wouldn’t understand what's going on at first.

Continues (well attempts, before you smack him with your pillow) to try and talk with you like nothings happening.

Huffs dramatically like a baby and closes the door behind him with no urgency.

Doesn’t hesitate to mention the situation in front of the whole crew while you’re all eating breakfast. cue Sanji falling to the floor like he’s dying

You were sleeping in peacefully, the sun slowly starting to rise over the horizon and bleed through your cabin window. The Straw Hat crew rarely got chances to stay in bed past ten in the morning, so surely they were all gonna take it, right?

Well…

“HEY! Y/N!! SANJI COULDN’T SLEEP SO HE’S MAK–” Luffy stopped mid-sentence as he barged into your dorm, seeing you standing with a blanket barely covering half your naked body. The sudden noise startled you, but you didn’t have enough time to react properly. “Oh yeah! Anyway Sanji’s–” the clueless boy stopped again after being smacked with a pillow you quickly grabbed from your bed.

“Luffy! Get out, please!” you say, embarrassed as your face becomes a dark shade of red, attempting to cover yourself better with the blanket. Luffy pouts and turns towards the door. “Hmph, fine, you big meanie,” he says, pouting and slowly closing the door behind you.

Later that day...

By the time you mustered up the courage to go into the dining hall, most of the crew had already eaten. They were now cleaning dishes and cooking utensils. You quietly walked to the table where your serving was still waiting and tried to be invisible, stepping slowly. Once you started sitting down, Nami turned to look at you.

“Hey Y/N! Wow, you really did sleep in this morning. It’s almost noon!”

Before you can respond, Luffy chimes in, “Nuh uh! She was up when I walked into her room a bit ago!”

Your face immediately starts to turn red again, and you glance down at your plate.

“If you were up already, why didn’t you come eat breakfast with us?” Usopp questions as he dries his hand with a towel.

“I just wanted to read by myself for a bit…” you lie, moving food around on your plate, hoping everyone will just drop the subject.

Of course, it's never that easy.

“Wait, were you upset because you weren’t dressed when I walked in?” Luffy asks innocently while digging into the refrigerator. Didn’t he literally just eat?

Everyone turns to you with a mix of shock and amusement on their faces.

“Oh ho ho! Does this mean Y/N sleeps nude? I don’t have to guess what those panties look like!” Brook jokes while Robin chuckles slightly.

“My love, why would you show your body to him and not me?!” Sanji cries while clutching his chest.

The rest of the crew (aside from Zoro, who acts like he’s sleeping) are too stunned to do or say anything and just continue to stare. You sigh and stand from your seat, mumbling, “I’m going back to my room. You guys are annoying.”

After closing the door to your living quarters and sitting at your desk, it isn’t long before you hear a knock at the door. When you get up to greet the person, it’s none other than Luffy.

“I really am sorry for not knocking this morning, and mentioning everything in front of the crew,” he says calmly, with that puppy look he gives when he’s sad.

You smile and shake your head slightly. “It’s fine. I’m glad you understand why I was upset now.”

Luffy smiles back at you and gives his signature giggle. “I did like your chest though, could I see it again sometime?!”

You shove him playfully, with a blush coming back across your face. Maybe you could use this as payback.

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Zoro ˆ𐃷ˆ

Immediately turns away.

Poor boy is blushing so hard but hides it really well.

Tries to apologize but can’t say it yet.

Doesn’t look at you for a full day because honestly he’s more embarrassed than you.

Eventually sits next to you and says sorry in his own way.

The crew had landed on an island to restock supplies and, of course, a horrible storm forced them to spend a few days docked. Since the island was smaller, there wasn’t much opportunity to find an inn or hotel, so everyone decided to set up a small camp near the city.

It had been a long day, and you all knew it was going to be at least another three or so days before it would be safe to set out again. The rain and wind were relentless, causing the crew to huddle closer than usual. Tired and hungry, they decided to have dinner and a makeshift shower in the rain before heading to bed.

“I set up this curtain so we could have at least a little bit of privacy. Just don’t touch it, or it’ll probably fall,” Robin says with a smile. After the meal, everyone took their showers, but you decided to take yours last, too busy admiring the way the rain hits the leaves and the smell of earth.

“Your turn, Y/N!” Nami said, bringing you out of your thoughts as she stepped out from behind the curtain, covered by a towel.

You thank her and head over with your own towel and clean pair of clothes. The water feels nice on your bare skin—it was nice not having the feeling of damp clothes clinging to your body, weighing you down. You again found yourself lost in thought, closing your eyes and just listening to the relaxing sounds of nature. It was relaxing. Until—

Bang! Clang! Clang!

You open your eyes at the loud noise and turn around to see Zoro on the ground with the curtain underneath him, rubbing his head and mumbling curses to himself. Before you can react, he looks up and stands, turning to walk away with a blush.

“I, uh, s-sorry. It was an accident.”

You suddenly realize what happened. After drying off and dressing yourself quickly, you make your way to where the girls are sleeping for the night.

“What was that loud noise? Did you knock over our shower, Y/N?” Nami teases playfully, but when she sees your flustered reaction, her look softens.

“Hey, I was just joking, it’s really no big deal.”

You sigh loudly and rub your face with your hand. “Yeah, but it is a big deal that it was Zoro who knocked it over while I was showering.”

The girls look at you, shocked, then they both start laughing. You roll your eyes and lay down facing away from them, waving them off when they apologize through their giggles. Sure, it was funny to them—but to you and Zoro? Just awkward.

Time skip...

The next day comes and goes uneventfully. Rain and winds are still there but have definitely lessened overnight. Everyone begins to pack, since it’s looking like they’ll be able to leave tomorrow. Zoro glances at you a few times but looks away once you notice—no talking though.

“Don’t worry, just tease him about it when we get back on the ship and he’ll be back to his normal self,” Nami whispers to you with a playful wink.

You sigh and roll your eyes, continuing the day like this. No words, no touches, just short looks and blushing.

Time skip...

Finally, it’s sunny—the wind almost nonexistent. The crew heads towards their ship with supplies and admires the beautiful view of the island without chaos surrounding them. You stay toward the back of the group to avoid Zoro, who’s closer to the front.

Once everyone makes it onto the ship and sets sail, they all go and do their own activities. The sea is calm and the waves crash gently against the boat. You sit against a railing on the deck and watch the ocean.

Suddenly, there’s a presence near that flops down beside you. At first you don’t look, but the sound of katanas being set against the wood of the deck gives away who it was.

“So, uh… I hope you aren’t mad at me. I wasn’t looking where I was going and tripped over the edge of the curtain,” Zoro says, looking away from you while rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said that sooner.”

You can’t help but smile at how flustered he is, and how sweet he’s trying to be.

“I’m not mad. If anything, I thought you were mad at me,” you say as you lean your head against Zoro’s shoulder.

He lets out a small sigh like he was holding his breath. While wrapping his arm around you, he smirks and says, “Well, I can’t be mad at getting the chance to see something like that.”

Once again you’re blushing, hiding your face in Zoro’s shoulder.

“So you’re acting like Sanji now, huh?” you ask playfully, trying to hide how flustered you are by his comment.

Zoro tilts his head to look at you. “I’ll take that as my punishment. I’m nothing like that pervy cook,” he says as he places his chin on the top of your head.

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Sanji 𖦹ࡇ𖦹

Normal Sanji reaction, nosebleed and falling to the floor on his knees in a desperate attempt to gain your love.

Swears he didn’t look but he definitely did.

Up your ass for the rest of the day literally? jkjk.

Every time he sees you afterwards he just imagines what he saw that day.

But if it scares you? That’s a different story…

The large city spread farther than the crew had anticipated. Of course, everyone was entranced by their own area of interest—Luffy at a butcher shop, Robin at a cute little bookstore that smelled of paper, and Nami was ready to go shopping.

“Y/n, do you wanna come with me? That boutique has the cutest tube tops!”

Before you can answer, she’s already dragging you by the hand to the store—but not without the blond cook in quick pursuit.

“I’ll go with you, Y/n and Nami~”

You can practically feel Nami rolling her eyes.

All three of you go from shop to shop, collecting more and more bags, making Sanji carry them. He didn’t mind, as long as he got to be around you.

After a bit, you find a two-story café that sells a small selection of handmade clothing on the top floor. Immediately, you and Nami walk in and make your way to the second story. Sanji goes up the stairs effortlessly despite probably having 30 pounds of clothing in his hands.

There’s a small changing room in the corner for customers to try on clothing. Not many of the other shops you visited had one, so you and Nami took full advantage.

While you were both in the changing room, Sanji found a beautiful pink and white lace top that made him think of you. Overwhelmed by the idea of seeing you in it, he flings himself over to your dressing room door.

“Y/n~ I found this gorgeous top that would look absolutely amazing on you, my sweet~”

You jokingly roll your eyes on the other side of the door, still changing back into the top you were wearing before.

“Sure, let me see it, Sanji,” you say with a small chuckle.

The door had been locked, so there was no way he assumed you meant to see it at this exact moment, right? Wrong.

Sanji pulls on the handle a little harder than he should’ve, causing the latch to break and the door to swing wide open. You cover your mouth with your hands out of shock, then turn around to hide yourself.

“What is wrong with you, Sanji?!” you scream, your tone more fearful than angry.

He’s already on the floor, nosebleed in full effect, but once he hears the way you scold him, Sanji sits up.

“I’m so sorry, my love, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m looking away, I promise.”

You hear a softness in his voice he rarely shows. After composing yourself for a second, you redress and turn around to see Sanji facing away from you on the opposite side of the room.

Nami gives you a look to ask if you’re okay. You nod at her with a faint smile. The loud noise startled you more than you thought it would—plus, having your crewmate see you in that state definitely didn’t help.

Later that day…

Back on the ship after a long day of fun and a few wild stories from the other members, everyone goes to bed a little early from exhaustion. It was your turn to be lookout first for the night, so you make your way to the crow’s nest, bringing your bags of clothing with you to look at in case you get bored.

It wasn’t long until you heard someone making their way up the ladder. Assuming it was Nami, you smiled and sifted through a bag to show her some of your new skirts.

You were surprised to see Sanji instead. He had an unreadable look on his face.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asks quietly.

You nod your head and let him sit next to you.

“I never want to make anyone uncomfortable—especially you.” Sanji looks at you with a soft and apologetic expression. “If anyone has ever hurt you enough to make you that jumpy… I don’t want to add to that. I’m sorry.”

His words make your heart skip a beat. You smile and look out to the ocean for a moment before turning back to him.

“Apology accepted. I can’t be mad at the boy who carried my clothes all day,” you say with a small laugh.

Sanji fakes being insulted.

“Boy?! For you, my love, I am a man!~”

You shake your head with another laugh at his antics, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“That’s for making me feel better,” you say while laying against his shoulder. Cue another nosebleed.

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Law . ̫.

Freezes. Closes his eyes. Turns around. Walks away.

Can’t get the image out of his head and it’s driving him crazy.

Acts professional but is dying on the inside.

“I’m a doctor I’ve seen this, It’s no different” he tells himself but it is different.

Worried about you and your feelings more than anything but doesn’t outwardly show it.

Waiting patiently wasn’t your strong suit, especially with a gash covering your shoulder and collarbone. It was nothing too bad—just a few stitches needed. Having a habit of letting your guard down when fighting finally came back to bite you, and it was a nasty bite.

Law stands on the other side of the room, preparing the tools necessary to patch you up, focused and straight-faced like always. “Are you almost done? It hurts to lay down like this,” you ask with slight annoyance.

“Sit up if you want to, just be careful and push yourself up with your other arm. Do you need help?” he asks casually, as if you weren’t half-naked under the thin paper sheet. You hated having to use them, but keeping on a shirt covered with blood isn’t sanitary.

You shake your head, implying you don’t need help. Law goes back to preparing the needle while you use what little strength you have to pull yourself into a sitting position on the examination table.

It was harder than you thought. You tried to tuck the sheet covering you under your arm so it wouldn’t slip, but instead, you slip—right off the edge of the table and onto the floor, causing a shooting pain to surge through your whole arm.

Immediately, Law is at your side to help you up, trying to ignore the fact the sheet had now completely fallen off your body. You blush when you realize you’re exposed to him and quickly try to cover yourself. Bad mistake. Another shooting pain stretches its way through your arm and shoulder, causing you to yelp.

“Stop moving so much. You’re making it worse. Just wait a second and I'll give you something for the pain.” His ears are red, but his face is still focused and stern. You have your own blush dusting your cheeks as you nod at him and wait for all of this to be over.

He clearly saw, and that was all Law saw for the next few hours. It was wrong, and he knew it, but he was going to try and make it up to you.

Later that day…

It’s been a few hours and the medicine is starting to wear off. You lay in your bed, contemplating if you should go and ask for more. Would he say something? Would he act like it never happened? Will he stop talking to me? All these thoughts race through your mind until they’re interrupted by a knock at your door. Slowly, you make your way to answer, seeing Law holding a cup with pills and another cup filled with water.

His face shows the same expression as before, but a little more flustered. “Here. You need to take these for pain and to prevent infection.” He hands you the two cups cautiously. You smile faintly and take them from him, accidentally brushing his finger with yours.

Law’s ears turn red again at the contact. After clearing his throat, he says, “Dinner will be ready soon. You need to eat so you can heal quicker.” You can’t help but chuckle a little at how he’s acting. It was kinda cute. “Thanks, I’ll be there in a bit. I just gotta clean my room,” you say with a smile, setting down the cups on your dresser. “No, I’ll get someone else to clean it. You need to rest as much as possible,” he says as he turns and walks back toward the med bay.

You stand in the doorway, shocked for a moment. If it were any other crew member, he would still expect them to keep up with chores—within reason. Why were you any different?

Later that night…

After dinner, you find it hard to stand, too tired and sore from the long day. You decide to lay your head down on the table just for a few minutes so you can rest your eyes—or at least that’s what you told yourself.

You feel a warmth on your back and arms, waking you with a groan. When you turn around, you see Law draping his jacket over your shoulders. He freezes for a second before sitting next to you. “You shouldn’t sleep here, you know. It isn’t good for your back.” All you can do is groan again in response—the pain is starting to come back and your legs just won’t move. He sighs and stands beside you.

Before you know what’s going on, Law scoops you up carefully and begins to walk you to your room. You go to protest but find you don’t have the strength to.

Once you make it to your room, he sets you carefully on the bed. You’re already fast asleep during the short walk. He stands for a moment before scoffing to himself. “Sorry for today. Hope this makes up for it,” Law whispers, far enough away where he thinks you can’t hear.

But you do, because you knew he’d never say it to your face—and you’re okay with that. Maybe you’ll have to get hurt more often.

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Ace (๑>؂•̀๑)

Combusts out of sheer embarrassment.

Babbling and blushing mess trying to explain himself.

Apologizes a million times and asks all day if you’re upset with him.

Later he teases you about it just to see you get flustered again.

Secretly loved it but feels shameful. poor baby

Summer was coming quickly and everyone was feeling it, the Moby Dick felt like a sauna. Some were laying on the deck, sprawled out like death was taking them over, others wouldn’t accept their fate and attempted to catch any wind that might come their way.

You on the other hand, took the advantage to get some sun bathing in. No better time to tan when you’ll probably get sun poisoning in under thirty minutes right? Wearing a white ruffled bikini and sunglasses, you laid your towel out over a quiet area of the deck.

The breeze was a bit better where you were but you definitely weren’t going to tell any of the crew that. This spot was just for you, or so you thought.

After a while of rotating so you were evenly roasted, laying on your back and taking a nap sounded like a nice idea. Not noticing your bikini top had shifted while doing your last rotation. It didn’t matter anyway since no one was gonna find you here.

Ace got bored of everyone complaining and being no fun, it wasn’t that hot. He quickly noticed you weren’t where the others were and knew you would be way more entertaining than those babies. Boy was he right.

He rounded the corner to the area where you were still tanning but couldn’t tell you were asleep, with a bright smile on his face, Ace walked up with a plan to sit next to you while you were relaxing, but he stopped in his tracks halfway.

Realizing you were exposed, Ace half-way yells while stammering “Oh m-my god I’m s-so sorry I didn’t notice y-you were like…” His voice waking you in a startle makes him finally understand you were asleep the whole time and he could’ve just walked away with no one knowing what happened. shit.

You quickly fix your top and blush while glancing up at Ace “It’s fine, you really scared me though...” Brushing off the situation clearly wasn’t going to happen. Why of all people did it have to be Ace? “But that’s not what I’m apologizing for! Or well yeah I’m sorry about that too… But uh mainly the… Other thing.”

He’s practically steaming by this point, you know what he was really saying sorry about but you didn’t want to make things more awkward than they already were. “Like I said It’s fine I’m not mad, well, I won’t be if you go get me a drink.” you say with a playful wink. Ace sighs with relief and chuckles “Sure, anything for you.”

Later that night…

Once the sun sets the crew becomes a bit more lively, the majority of the heat settled and people wanted to relax. Multiple crew members sit on a long bench out on the deck and yell over each other in drunk slurs, you go to grab a drink yourself when Ace steps in front of you.

Way more cocky than before, he smirks and hands you a drink himself. “For the girl who wanted to flash me earlier~”

A light blush comes across your face as you snatch the drink from his hands. “Well you were the one who liked it~” You say with a playful smirk of your own, he clearly did like it, because all night he’s been doing a shitty job at acting like he didn’t. Every time he looked at you his eyes wandered down lower than they should, and you liked that.

“I loved it actually, but I’d love it even more if I could see the full thing.” Everything about him made your heart skip a beat, sometimes it was hard staying composed around him but you always tried, sometimes succeeded. “Keep talking like that and you might get to one day.” You say while leaning in closer to him.

He doesn’t budge, instead he tucks a finger under your chin and brings himself so close you can feel his breath on your lips. “Y/n I’ll never stop flirting with you, even with that condition on the line.” Then suddenly, he gently presses his lips to yours in the softest kiss you’ve ever had.

You really hope he wasn’t lying.

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mashtatosworld · 3 months ago

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lover boys (4)

summary: 'kissing someone else is not cheating' prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

It started as a stupid joke.

You were at a rooftop party, warm summer air mixing with the scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume, lounging with your friends while Jiyong had wandered off to grab more drinks.

And then, someone brought up a ridiculous argument.

“You know what would be hilarious?” your best friend smirked, already three cocktails deep. “If you said, ‘Kissing someone else isn’t cheating’ in front of Jiyong. I bet he’d have a whole crisis.”

The group laughed - because, yeah, Jiyong had mellowed out over the years, but there was still that possessive streak lurking beneath the surface.

“No way,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Come on! He’ll probably write a whole song about it.”

“It’ll be fun,” another friend urged, grinning. “Let’s just see what he does.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling dramatically. “Fine. Whatever.”

Just then, Jiyong reappeared, two drinks in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in a silk blouse and hat. He slipped into the space beside you with a sweet smile.

This was your moment.

“Well,” you started casually, trying to avoid your friends eager eyes, “I guess it wouldn’t be… cheating if it’s just a kiss.”

His head snapped up.

His eyes locked onto yours.

“…Oh really,” he said after a beat, jaw tensing. "I see."

And then -

That was it.

No protest. No argument. No reaction at all.

He just took a sip from his straw, looking away, completely unfazed.

You blinked. Wait. What?

You had expected an immediate rebuttal, a scoff, an exasperated sigh - something.

But no. He was just calmly accepting this absolute nonsense like it was nothing.

Now you were the one panicking.

You turned to your friends, who were equally thrown off. They shrugged helplessly but kept up with the changing conversation whilst you spiralled.

Jiyong stayed for another moment, then quietly excused himself, slipping off into the crowd.

You watched him disappear, a strange feeling settling in your chest.

"Don't worry," your friend nudged you. "He's probably just brushing it off. He can be defensive."

So you let it go.

For a little while.

Until -

“Oh, shit.”

The girls grew silent and you turned your head, following their intrigued gaze.

Because the man returning to you was not your husband.

Gone was the headscarf and hat, leaving his hair tousled to perfection. His buttoned-up shirt was now loosened at the top, collarbone and tattoos peeking through.

And his usual fruity cocktail - replaced by a glass of straight rum.

The moment you laid eyes on him, your stomach flipped.

He was walking - slower, smoother, more confident than ever, no, not confident. Cocky.

The way he carried himself, the way his dark eyes swept the room like he owned it - this was not the man who shied away from attention.

This was the man who had pursued you years ago.

Dangerous. Sexy. Intense.

Your breath hitched.

He strolled right up to where you stood - a neglected cigarette left to burn between your fingertips, and he tilted his head slightly, gaze hooded, lips curving into the faintest smirk.

“So,” he murmured, swiping the cigarette from your loose grasp. “You come here often?”

You blinked up at him, completely thrown off. “Um… yeah. We come here all the time?"

He hummed, slipping the cigarette between his lips, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke away.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes dragged over you with a look that sent a thrill straight through you.

He took a sip of his drink, licking his lips, before asking,

“You and your boyfriend?”

What.

You squinted at him. “No… my husband?”

His smirk deepened.

“Where is he?”

You stared.

And then -

It clicked.

He wasn’t Jiyong right now.

He was GDragon.

Oh my god.

The hot, intense, arrogant rapper you had fallen for years ago? The one who had chased you down with that insane, magnetic energy?

Yeah.

He was back.

And your friends?

They were losing their minds.

You heard one of them whispered to another, “Holy shit, he’s doing a bit.”

Meanwhile, you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Jiyong - no, GDragon - was watching you, waiting.

So you played along.

“…He’s around,” you said slowly, lips curling into a smile. “Why? You interested?”

He grinned, leaning closer.

“I don’t do relationships,” he murmured, reaching forward to pass you back the cigarette. His fingers lingered.

“But you… You're a temptation.”

Oh.

Oh, this was bad.

Because you were very, very into this.

Your pulse was racing, heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

The rest of the night was a game.

He stayed in character.

You tried to match him.

It was exciting - the flirting, the teasing, the tension.

It felt like you had been thrown back in time, back to the nights where he was chasing you, back to when he was untouchable and untamed and entirely too much.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, when usually you two would leave and go home to your cats - cozying up on the couch. But he had dragged you along when everyone piled into the car, heading to a downtown club.

A club.

It had been years since you two spent all night touching and dancing, sneaking off to the side to kiss against a wall like no one was watching.

You tried to keep up.

You really did.

But when you finally got home?

The moment you stepped inside, you collapsed onto the couch, kicking off your heels with a groan.

Your husband chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

You turned your head, half-lidded, exhausted, but still burning.

“…I think we’re getting old.”

His grin widened.

And then -

He scooped you up effortlessly.

“I’ve got about twenty minutes of GDragon left in me before I need my pyjamas and cuddles.” His voice was low and teasing. “That long enough?”

You swallowed.

“…Hell yeah.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you but just before he kissed you, you hesitated.

“Wait,” you murmured, arms around his neck. “You know I don’t actually believe that, right?”

His eyes softened.

Jiyong kissed your forehead, slow and tender.

“Jagi,” he whispered. “We’ve been together nearly ten years.”

He looked down at you, eyes full of knowing.

“I know.”

Because of course, he knew.

You two were connected.

Always.

He lips then found yours - hard and possessive.

And just like that, you were done for.

Because even after all these years, the darker side of your husband was still there.

And damn it, you loved it.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

You were at some fancy dinner party, champagne glasses clinking, warm conversations buzzing around you.

And the topic of the table?

What counts as cheating?

Your friends were going back and forth, debating, until someone turned to you.

“What do you thinkm, y/n? If it’s just a kiss, is it really cheating?”

You barely had time to react before your best friend nudged you, grinning.

“C’mon, say it. I dare you.”

You laughed.

You knew this was a trap.

Seunghyun was sitting right beside you, leisurely sipping his wine, not caring to indulge in the conversation though still entertained. But his tensed frame told you that he was listening intently.

You thought about it.

Then - for fun, just to tease him - you shrugged.

“I mean…” You exhaled dramatically. “I guess it wouldn’t really be cheating - ”

Pfft.

Seunghyun made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, eyes flicking to you in amused disbelief.

“You can try,” he said smoothly, setting his wine glass down.

His voice was low, velvety, and incredibly confident.

Then he added -

“…Not like I’d ever let someone get the chance.”

You raised your brow.

The conversation continued to flow around you but something about the way he said it sent a little shiver down your spine.

Because Seunghyun was usually the calm, reserved type. He wasn’t the jealous, reactive boyfriend.

At least… not outwardly.

But tonight?

Well.

The moment he made that little comment, his entire energy shifted.

Suddenly, Seunghyun was on guard.

You didn’t even notice it at first.

But the next time someone came up to you to start a conversation, Seunghyun was just… there.

Like a shadow.

Standing so close, his presence looming, quiet but firm.

And when the guy in front of you hesitated - eyes flicking between you and your tall boyfriend - you realised.

Seunghyun was blocking you.

A human wall.

No one was getting through.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.

The longer the night went on, the worse it got.

He wasn’t letting anyone near you.

You moved? He moved.

You reached for a drink? He grabbed it for you.

Someone tried to say hello? Seunghyun’s arm was already around your waist.

Usually, he wasn’t one for public affection.

But tonight?

Oh, he was all over you.

A hand on your lower back.

Fingers trailing along your arm.

His lips brushing your neck as he leaned in to murmur something about how “this party is getting boring, isn’t it, Princess?”

He wasn’t worried.

At all.

Because he was your big, scary, intimidating boyfriend.

And he could just… whisk you away whenever he wanted.

Which, apparently - he would.

Because at one point, mid-conversation, you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

What the - ?!

You barely had time to process before Seunghyun lifted you under the arms like you were a stray kitten and just moved you.

Like you weighed nothing.

“Seunghyun!” you gasped, laughing as he carried you a few steps away before placing you down like it was nothing.

He smirked, completely unbothered.

“What?” he asked, voice deep and amused.

You gawked at him, still half-laughing. “You just - moved me! Like a child!”

His brow raised slightly, eyes twinkling.

“Well,” he shrugged, tilting his head, voice dropping -

“I wasn’t about to let him finish that conversation.”

Your stomach flipped.

And that was when you realised -

He wasn’t playing around.

Possessive T.O.P had fully taken over.

Your fingers curled slightly against his chest, voice softer now.

“You know I wouldn’t actually ever do that, right?”

His eyes flicked over your face - sharp, unreadable.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing just past your ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “Shall I remind you why?"

You sucked in a breath.

Oh.

Oh, you really, really liked that.

And from the way his smirk deepened -

He knew.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

The car ride home was loud - music playing, voices overlapping, the leftover energy of the night buzzing between all of you.

It had been a great night out, full of laughter, drinks, and just enough teasing touches between you and Daesung to make your heart race.

And then, someone in the front seat casually threw out the question:

“So, do you guys think kissing someone else counts as cheating?”

The car exploded with reactions -

“OF COURSE.”

“Duh???”

“Well, actually, it depends - ”

Daesung chuckled along with everyone, but his gaze fell to you.

Waiting.

Watching.

And when you decided not to chip into the conversation his expression dropped.

Still new in your relationship, he was tuned in to every little thing about you - every glance, every shift of your expression, every small hesitation.

And you?

You had hesitated for a second too long.

You could feel Daesung’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

But before you could answer, the conversation moved on.

The car filled with more chatter and laughter, but Daesung?

Daesung fell silent, eyes focused on the moving city beyond the tinted window.

When the car pulled up to your apartment, your roommates got out, saying their goodbyes.

You turned to Daesung.

“I'm still staying with you tonight, right?”

He nodded.

But something was off.

The usual warmth in his face had faded.

Instead, he was staring at his phone, brows furrowed, fingers moving quickly over the screen.

You tilted your head.

“…You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice too casual. “Just… tired.”

"Well, you did out do everyone at karaoke." You smile, patting his thigh and letting it rest there. Your boyfriend had practically given your roommates a full concert and they loved it.

You were so happy your boyfriend and friends seemed to get along. And they loved even more when his private driver showed up to collect everyone, saving the group a trip home in the rain.

Once at his place, the two of you slowly wound down - changing into comfortable clothes, playing soft music.

But Daesung?

Still quiet.

He was fidgety, fixated on his phone, tugging his hair and covering his lower face as he intently stared at the screen in his hand.

The tension was killing you.

So you joined him on the sofa and bumped your knee against his.

“Wanna make cookies?”

His head slowly lifted.

“…Cookies?”

You grinned. “Yeah. You love cookies. And you always boast you make the best."

For the first time since the car ride, he smiled.

“Okay.”

Thirty minutes later and Daesung stood at the counter, hands completely covered in dough.

“…This can’t be right,” he muttered, frowning at the sticky mess between his fingers.

You laughed, grabbing his phone. “Let me check the recipe - ”

You weren’t prepared for what you saw.

Because his recent search history?

help I think my girlfriend wants to break up with me how to stop your soulmate from breaking up with you my heart hurts - is this normal or am I dying??? can you have a heart attack at 27?

You blinked.

Then you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Daesung stiffened.

“…What?”

You turned to him, holding up the phone.

“Baby…” you cooed, fighting back a grin. “Is this why you’ve been so quiet?”

His eyes darted to the phone.

Then his hands.

Then the phone.

Then back at you.

He was trapped.

Hands covered in wet dough, unable to grab the phone or defend himself.

“…Maybe,” he mumbled, looking down at the failed mixture.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh, my sweet, love.” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I would never do that to you.”

His shoulders relaxed, exhaling loudly.

“…Really?”

“Of course.” You kissed him again, smiling. “You’re my favourite person.”

His face broke into a bright, relieved grin. You leaned closer once more and - instinctively - he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

Except.

His hands were still covered in wet dough.

You yelped, jerking back.

“DAE - !”

His eyes widened in horror.

“Oh -OH NO - ”

But it was too late.

His doughy, flour-covered fingers had left a big, smudged handprint on your cheek.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

And then -

You both cracked up laughing.

Falling into each other, breathless and giggling, the earlier tension completely gone.

He then sat you on the counter, grabbing a soft towel. And as he wiped your face clean - pressing a hundred tiny kisses all over to make up for it - you realised something.

Daesung might be sensitive, a total over thinker, and a little dramatic…

But he was also the sweetest, most loveable person ever.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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littlegochu · 27 days ago

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"just friends" part 4 │ jjk 18+

"no feelings. no promises. just a night that didn’t end when it should’ve."

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: friends with benefits, cold male lead, cold female lead

rating: 18+, smut

synopsis: we weren’t close. just mutuals. he was mia’s boyfriend’s friend — always quiet, always there, always looking like he didn’t care about anything. then we hooked up once. and then again. now it’s late-night texts, locked doors, and pretending not to look at each other during group hangouts. no feelings. no rules. just whatever this is. and yeah, maybe i’m in too deep — but if he is too, he’s not saying it either.

The message is already there when I wake up.

[Jungkook]: your place?

I stare at it for a while. Blink. Roll onto my back and let the sunlight hit my face like punishment. My head isn’t aching, but it might as well be—my thoughts are loud enough.

I don’t answer.

Instead, I toss my phone somewhere into the mess of sheets and blanket, drag myself out of bed, and plant my feet on the cold hardwood like it might shock something useful back into my brain.

He’s not my boyfriend. He never was. It was stress relief. Graduation anxiety. A mutual understanding. A warm body and a sharp mouth and a habit that got too familiar.

So why does my chest feel tight?

I shower like it’ll rinse it off. Like it’ll undo the way he looked at me from across the couch—like I was someone he wanted to forget and couldn’t. I don’t even remember washing my hair, just that my fingers shook when they brushed my collarbone.

[Jungkook]: or u mad i didn’t chase you down last night

I still don’t answer.

Mira picks the coffee shop—tiny, overpriced, with oat milk and weird lighting that makes everyone look like they’re in a Lana Del Rey music video.

"You look like you haven’t slept in three weeks," she says, sipping something with cinnamon foam and zero empathy.

I shrug. "Just a rough night."

"Oh? Because of Theo? Or because of a certain black-haired menace who texted me asking where you went?"

My eyes narrow over the rim of my iced matcha. "You talk to him?"

"Not really. He just said, and I quote, 'your friend disappear or just dramatic?'" She lifts her brow. "So. Which was it?"

"Neither," I say, leaning back. "It was just time to go."

Mira watches me too closely. Like she’s waiting for a crack to show.

She leans her chin into her palm. "You know, for someone who’s not supposed to care, you’re acting weird."

I exhale slowly. "I’m not acting weird. I’m just... over it."

She snorts. "You’re over it the way people are over their ex but still check their stories."

I say nothing.

She softens a little, like she knows she’s pressing too hard. "You know I get it, right? I’m not judging you. It’s just—when you walked out last night, he looked like someone just stole his lighter."

I blink. "That’s oddly specific."

"It’s Jungkook. He’s attached to stupid things."

I huff a laugh, finally. "Yeah. Like bad decisions."

She smiles, then sighs. "He’s not easy. Never has been. Even as a kid. Always intense, always quiet until he wasn't. People thought he was cool, but really he was just… complicated."

"Sounds familiar."

Mira lifts her brow. "Exactly. You two speak the same language. Which is probably why it’s a disaster."

"We were just hooking up," I say, quieter now. "It helped. When school was insane, when everything felt too loud—he was just… there."

"But now school’s over. And he’s still there."

I don’t respond.

"So what now?" she asks, more gently this time. "You ghost him? Pretend it didn’t matter?"

"We weren’t anything."

"You keep saying that. Doesn’t sound very convincing."

I play with my straw. The ice has all melted.

"You’re really on both sides, huh?"

"Unfortunately," Mira says, rolling her eyes. "I like you both. But don’t make me pick if this blows up. Seriously. I’ll vanish. Witness protection. New name, new life."

I crack a smile. "You’re dramatic."

"And you’re deflecting."

I lift my cup. "Cheers to that."

"No promises," I murmur.

"You know," she says casually, stirring her drink like she isn’t aiming straight for my jugular, "I know you think this thing with him was just about stress. But finals are over. Graduation happened. You don’t look very relieved."

I look away.

The coffee shop smells like vanilla syrup and someone’s overly ambitious cologne. My fingers tap restlessly against my cup. The straw squeaks.

"We used each other," I say finally. "It was mutual."

Mira hums. "Sure. Mutual. That’s why you look like he hit you with a truck made of bad decisions."

I glare. "You’re enjoying this."

"A little. I like when you have feelings. It makes you human."

I roll my eyes.

"So what now?" she asks, sipping again. "You just ghost each other? Pretend it never happened? You know we’re all friends, right? You can’t unsee each other."

"We don’t need to." I pick at the lid of my cup. "He’ll move on. Probably already has."

That comes out too bitter. I try not to let it show.

But Mira doesn’t miss a beat.

"Right," she says, slow. "And that doesn’t bother you at all? Him with someone else?"

I scoff. "No."

"Hmm." A beat. "You sure?"

I don’t answer. Because if I do, I might say something stupid. Like I saw him with someone last night and it felt like swallowing glass.

My apartment is too quiet when I get home.

The walls hum with silence, the hum of the fridge, the ticking of the hallway clock. I toss my keys in the bowl by the door and set my phone face down on the counter like it might behave better that way.

I wash a dish. Then another. Then stare at the sponge like it holds answers.

What if he did go home with her? What if that text this morning was just routine? Just checking if I’d let him use me again?

What if I want him to?

I’m about to spiral again when there’s a knock on the door.

Three short raps. Confident.

I freeze.

The air feels thicker. My skin prickles.

I open it.

Jungkook stands on the other side.

He’s in dark joggers, a fitted tee that clings to his arms, and a zip-up that he didn’t bother zipping. His hair’s slightly messy like he ran a hand through it a few times, and there’s a faint line across his neck like he just woke up from a nap he didn’t mean to take.

He looks stupid hot.

Which is deeply unfair.

I lean against the doorframe.

"What."

He tilts his head. "You ignoring me now?"

I lift a brow. "Were you expecting a thank-you card for last night?"

His lips twitch. "Didn’t think I needed one. But you dipped without a word."

"So?"

"So?" He steps closer. "You gonna tell me why?"

I shrug. "Didn’t feel like staying."

"That all?"

I meet his gaze. Cool. Level.

"Why? You miss me already?"

He smiles. Slow. Sharp.

"Are you jealous?"

I scoff. "Of what? The girl with the wandering hands? Please."

He laughs—quiet, throaty. He looks at me like he knows he’s getting under my skin.

I hate how much he is.

"Stop acting like that," I say flatly.

He quirks a brow. "Like what?"

"Like you didn’t do anything wrong."

Jungkook leans against the frame beside me. Close enough to feel. The scent of his cologne hits—clean, faint spice, warm skin underneath. It curls into my lungs and sits there.

"Did I?"

I want to scream. Or kiss him. Or slam the door.

Instead, I roll my eyes and step back.

"You coming in or just here to admire yourself in the peephole reflection?"

He smirks. Follows me inside.

It starts all over again.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks in like he’s done it a hundred times—which he has—and glances around the room like something might’ve changed in the last twelve hours.

I fold my arms. "You here to sulk in person? Or did texting me twice not feed your ego enough?"

He tosses a look over his shoulder. "I brought you something."

I blink. "What?"

He holds up a plastic bag. Inside: two cups of boba, condensation slicking down the sides.

"Figured you were still mad," he says. "You always want something sweet when you’re mad."

I don’t move right away. Just stare at the bag. My throat feels too dry.

Right. Of course he brought boba.

Because I’m just a casual fuck to him. That’s why he’s here. That’s what this is. Don’t be dumb.

But my chest pulls tight anyway, like my body didn’t get the memo.

It’s fine. It’s fine.

I can find someone else easily. If I wanted. If I cared. I don’t.

I grab the drinks without thanking him. It doesn’t stop the flutter in my chest.

"You think this fixes anything?"

He shrugs and drops onto the couch, legs spread like he owns the place. "Didn’t know I broke anything."

I roll my eyes and sip the boba. It's my favorite. Obviously.

He watches me over the rim of his hand as he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. The veins in his forearms stand out when he stretches, and I hate that I notice.

"You keep looking at me like that," he says, "people might start thinking you like me."

"Keep talking like that and you’ll be the only one thinking that."

He laughs, quiet and low. "You missed me."

"You’re delusional."

"You didn’t block me."

"Bad karma."

"You opened the door."

"Out of curiosity."

He leans back, arm resting along the top of the couch, one leg bouncing slightly. Every move is lazy, comfortable, and way too attractive.

"So what’s the deal?" he asks. "We just don’t talk anymore?"

"That was the idea."

"Doesn’t seem to be working."

I cross the room slowly and sit across from him, curling one leg under myself. I keep the boba in my hand like a shield. He watches every move like it matters.

His gaze lingers a little too long. My skin warms. My pulse kicks.

"Don’t look at me like that," I say again, quieter this time.

"Like what?"

"Like you miss me."

He doesn’t answer right away. Just keeps his eyes on me. Heavy. Dark. Focused.

"Maybe I do."

The silence sits thick between us. I should say something sharp. I should laugh it off. But I don’t. I just stare at him, my breath shallow.

He taps his thigh. "Come here."

I don’t move.

"You’re scared," he says, and it’s not a challenge. It’s just a fact.

"Of what?"

He tilts his head. "Of how bad you want this to not be casual anymore."

I scoff, but it sounds thin. "You’ve got a big head for someone who couldn’t even keep my attention past midnight."

He smirks, stands slowly, and walks toward me.

"Want me to try again?"

I swallow. My heart hammers.

He stops just in front of me. Not touching. Just close. The kind of close that’s magnetic.

"Say the word," he says, voice low. "And I’ll back off."

I look at him. I really look at him.

And I don’t say a thing.

He leans in. His lips ghost over mine. I feel his breath. My hand grips the edge of the couch, knuckles white.

The boba is long forgotten on the table.

When he kisses me, it’s soft. Testing. But underneath—heat.

It’s about to get messy. Again.

He kisses me like he’s trying to remind me of something—his mouth slow, tongue teasing, hands still annoyingly patient. And I’m over it.

I push forward, fingers curling in the front of his shirt, and shove him back until the backs of his knees hit the couch. He lets himself fall with a low grunt, looking up at me with something between surprise and amusement.

“Damn,” he murmurs, voice slightly rough. “Didn’t think you were in the mood.”

I climb over him, straddling his thighs, pulling his jacket down off one shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

His hands hover at my hips, not quite grabbing—like he’s waiting for permission, or maybe just enjoying watching me lose it first.

“You still mad?” he asks, tone mocking. “Still jealous?”

I drag my nails along his collarbone, just hard enough to leave a mark. “Shut up.”

He groans low, like he likes that too much. “Fuck, you're hot when you’re pissed.”

“You don’t know me pissed.”

“I’m starting to.”

I grind against him once—slow and firm. His breath stutters.

His jaw tightens, hands finally clamping down on my waist. But he doesn’t guide. Doesn’t take control. He just holds on, letting me move how I want.

Which is worse.

Because it means I’m doing this to myself.

He looks up at me with his jaw flexing, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and dark. It’s infuriating how good he looks like this—messy, controlled, completely at ease beneath me like he owns this whole situation without doing a damn thing.

“You gonna keep teasing?” he says lowly.

“Maybe.”

“Figured.”

I lean in, mouth grazing his. “You don’t get to act bored when you’re this fucking hard.”

His breath catches. “Didn’t say I was bored.”

I kiss him again, rougher this time. There’s nothing sweet about it—just teeth and tongue and too much tension pressed into skin. He kisses back with heat but holds himself steady, letting me take.

That’s what pisses me off the most.

He doesn’t try to dominate me. Doesn’t flip us over or take charge.

He lets me have it.

Because he knows I want it.

I pull at the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms just enough to help but never stops watching me—like he’s curious how far I’ll go before I break.

I push his shirt over his head, toss it somewhere careless. His chest rises and falls, inked skin flushed. My hands drag down his stomach, lower.

“You still think I missed you?” I ask.

He exhales through his nose, smirking. “You act like it.”

“Ha,” I scoff.

His breath catches again when I palm him through his sweats. I don’t look away. I want to see it. Want to watch the tension unravel.

His fingers dig in at my hips. A groan rumbles low in his chest.

“I’m not gonna stop you,” he mutters. “You know that, right?”

“I don’t need you to.”

“Didn’t think you did.”

His hands slide up my thighs and under my shirt, slow but confident, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just under my ribs. He tugs the fabric up inch by inch until I lift my arms for him to pull it over my head. The cool air hits my skin, and he doesn’t waste time—he palms my chest roughly through my bra, lips dragging along my jaw.

I arch slightly. He grins against my skin.

"You’re easy to rile up," he mutters, mouth ghosting over the top edge of the bra.

"You talk too much."

He slides one strap down, then the other, dragging the cups away to expose me. His mouth is hot when it wraps around one nipple, tongue swirling once before he sucks hard. My fingers tighten in his hair.

He hums against me like he enjoys it. The sound vibrates through my chest.

He switches to the other side, bites gently, then soothes the sting with his tongue. My breathing goes shallow. His hand kneads the side of my breast, rough and greedy.

"You like this?" he says against my skin.

"I like shutting you up."

He smirks, but the way he looks at me now is darker. Hungrier.

"You gonna return the favor?"

I blink down at him. Then I shove his chest.

He falls back with a grunt, smirking as I move down between his legs.

"You’re dangerous like this," he says.

"You talk too much."

I pull his sweats down, slow and deliberate. His breath hitches. I don’t look away.

His cock is already hard, flushed, the kind of perfect that makes my throat dry. I stroke him once, twice, loving the way his hips twitch.

When I finally take him into my mouth, he groans—deep and raw, head falling back.

"Fuck, that’s..." He doesn’t finish. Doesn’t need to.

I go slow at first, then pick up the pace, tongue working him over as he grips the edge of the couch. I press my palm flat against his stomach, feeling the muscles jump.

He mutters something, curse and praise all tangled.

I don’t stop until his hand tightens in my hair and his breath turns ragged.

"Y/N—"

I pull off, wipe my mouth, and climb back onto his lap.

His pupils are blown wide. His chest rises and falls like he just ran five miles.

I reach between us and guide him, slow but certain. He shudders under me, the sharp hitch in his breath making my head spin. I sink down inch by inch, every nerve lit up, every inch of him pushing into me like he belongs there.

His hands slide up my thighs again but stop at my hips. He doesn’t help. Doesn’t move. Just holds me in place and watches like he’s burning this into memory.

"You wanted control," he says, voice rough. "Then move."

So I do.

At first it’s slow, steady. Just enough to get used to the stretch again, to remind myself that I can take it. That I’ve done this before. That it shouldn’t feel this different.

But it does.

It feels too good.

His jaw is tight. His eyes are on my mouth. He looks like he’s fighting himself with every second that passes.

I roll my hips once and his fingers dig in, but he doesn’t stop me.

“Don't look at me like that,” I whisper. “I dare you.”

His voice is ragged. “I’m trying not to.”

“Try harder.”

He laughs under his breath, but it dies fast when I move again. Faster this time. Harder. His mouth parts, a low sound dragging from his throat.

The couch creaks. My skin is flushed and damp. I can feel him twitch inside me and it just spurs me on.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

My hands splay against his chest. His skin is hot and smooth, his abs flexing with every shift of my hips. He’s trying to hold still but I feel it—every second closer to breaking.

“Why are you doing this?” he breathes.

I slow, stare at him. “Because I can.”

He groans again, eyes closing like it physically hurts to let me have this much power.

“You’re gonna make me forget this is supposed to be casual,” he mutters.

I bite down on his shoulder, not soft. “Shut up.”

He pulls me down to kiss him again—messy, hot, all tongue and teeth. This time, I let him.

Because if he wants to pretend this means nothing, then fine.

I can pretend too.

I ride him until both of us are shaking. Until the air is thick and the only sounds in the room are my breathy curses and his ragged moans and the slick rhythm of our bodies moving like we forgot how to stop.

And when I feel him start to lose it, I don’t slow down.

I want to watch him fall apart.

“Say it,” I whisper.

He grits his teeth. “Say what.”

“That I’m better than her.”

His hands fist in the couch. “Fuck.”

“Say it.”

He growls, snapping his hips up once, sharp and perfect. “You are her.”

'You are her.'

Hm.

“Louder.”

“You are her. Fuck, you’re—”

authors note (edit made after publishing): jungkook didn't get w that other girl, she was just seen flirting w him at the party hence why he said "you are her." since y/ns bringing up imaginary competition 😭 but also mind jungkook is free to mess around with whoever he wants! as long as he's practicing safe sex since him and y/n aren't anything serious/established!

He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.

He comes hard, body locked, face wrecked. And I don’t stop moving until I’m chasing it too, shaking, clutching him like I hate him for how good it feels.

We collapse in silence, both of us breathing like we ran a marathon.

My head drops to his shoulder. His arm slides around my back. Not possessive. Just there.

Like he forgot to think twice.

And I let him.

authors note: lwokey rushed this but comment and lmk what u think!

part 5 here

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Last fic of 2024.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Rosé x male reader.

"Thanks, man."

You thank the cashier and exit the store. You take out your phone and notice again that you have zero messages. You've been back from your mission for several weeks but you still have zero replies from Rosé.

But when you open your social networks, you see her everywhere. You see her and Bruno Mars. Literally, they're everywhere. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tiktok. Any application, they're there.

And it hurts. It hurts to see your girlfriend with someone else. It hurts to have no messages. It hurts not to hear from her, you don't even know if you're in the same country.

And tonight, you decided to clear your head. You got on your motorcycle and set off. Where? You don't know, you don't care. You just needed to get away.

Here you are, in a gas station deep in the Korean countryside. It's now 3:43 a.m. and you're drinking a can of Coke.

You're about to leave when you feel your phone vibrate.

Jennie is calling. You pick up and find yourself face to face with her.

"Hey.." says a sleepy Jennie.

"Hi, gorgeous. You're not asleep? "

"No, I'm not. You weren't answering messages, we were worried with the girls. "

"Oh. I'm sure Lisa, Jisoo and you did. Rosé, not sure. "

"Sweetie.." goes Jennie.

"I don't even know if we're on the same continent. I know I'm in no position to say this with my profession but... it hurts. "

"I know it does. But sweetie, where are you right now? "

"I don't know." You answer honestly.

You look around for a sign. After a few seconds of searching, you find one.

"I'm not far from Gimhae."

"Sweetie! "Jennie says in shock. "You're not far from Busan! "

"Oh." You reply in turn. "I guess I needed to clear my head. "

"I'll call Rosé. You need her. "

"I need all of you. I need her, you, Lisa and Jisoo. "You answer sincerely. "I don't know, I'm lost, I guess. "

"I'm calling Rosé. Don't move, sweetie

You want to tell her no but you don't have time Jennie has already left.

You sigh and finish your can, which you throw away. You wait several minutes and decide to get back on your bike.

You're about to turn on the ignition but once again your phone vibrates. You click on accept and Rosé's face appears.

It's daylight where she is. She looks beautiful and happy. You want to say something, but Bruno Mars' voice cuts you off.

"Come on, Rosé! We're having so much fun, you'll see your boyfriend later! "

It's the final straw for you. You notice Rosé's panicked look on the camera just before you cut the call.

You put your phone away and get back on your bike. You turn on the ignition and take off. You have no direction in mind. You just know you have to go.

With each vibration of your phone, you accelerate. You zigzag between cars, you run a red light, you overtake another car, you run a stop sign and you haven't seen the car.

----

"Everything's going to be okay. "Rosé's mother says softly.

Rosé cries in her mother's arms. His father strokes his hair, but Rosé is devastated.

Ever since your accident, Rosé has been a shadow of her former self.

Following your accident, Rose cancelled all promotions with Bruno Mars.

When you hung up, Rosé tried to call you several times, but when you didn't answer, she called Jennie. Jennie tried to call you but you didn't answer - it was only several hours later that Jennie received a call telling you of your accident.

Jennie called Rosé in tears and booked a private jet to Busan. You were taken to a Busan hospital, the best one because Jennie paid for it.

"If he dies, I'll never forgive you. "Jennie told Rosé.

Rosé enters your hospital room and collapses. Seeing you so vulnerable makes her legs buckle. Your right leg is in plaster and so is your right arm. Your head is covered in bandages, as is your torso.

"He's asleep. "says a voice from behind Rosé and her parents.

They all turn around and come face to face with your father. Rosé runs to him and takes him in her arms.

"I'm so sorry.

"It's not your fault, Chaeyoung. He made his own choices and these are his consequences... "Your father replies softly.

Rosé's parents come forward.

"Hello. I'm sorry we have to meet like this..."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N's father. "

Your father and Rosé's parents leave the room. Rosé walks over to your bed and gently grabs your hand. Your hand is cold and Rosé tries to warm it.

Gently, Rosé places a kiss on your forehead. You let out a groan of pain and Rose apologizes.

"I'm sorry, my love." Rose panics.

She grabs a chair and sits down beside you.

"Ah. There you are. "says a voice from behind Rosé.

Rosé turns and looks at Jennie. She didn't hear her come in. Rosé watches Jennie settle in across from her. Jennie takes her hand and Rosé gives her a questioning look.

"What?" asks Jennie. "You've got nothing to say. "

"Really? Are we really going to have this discussion now? "

"You don't deserve him. He loves you." Jennie lets go.

"I love him more than anything! " says Rosé.

"You respond to the one you love. You don't leave him unanswered for weeks." says Jennie.

"Come to the point, Jennie. "

"I don't think this relationship is right for either of you. You two should break up. "

"Are you serious? We break up and just like that, you get him back, right? "

"He'd be better off with me. "

"Go fuck yourself. Don't even go near him. " threatens Rosé.

"What are you going to do about it? You're never around. You shoot clips with other guys talking about your exes."

"What's going on here?" says a voice behind them.

Lisa enters the room. Rosé and Jennie look at each other, ignoring the Thai woman.

"Get out, both of you. "Lisa says.

Jennie's words stick in Rosé's head. Rosé waits for Jennie to leave and leaves the room. The Australian joins your father.

"Is something going on with Jennie? "

"She's in love with Y/N. "

"Oh." says your father.

"I love your son. I love him more than anything. Believe me, if I weren't an idol, I'd already have your last name. "

"I'd love to have you in the family. ", replies your father.

"I know with everything going on, my music, Bruno Mars.... But I swear I love your son. It's business, nothing ever happened. "

"Chaeyoung. I trust you 100%. My son didn't give you time to explain and he's going to have to face the consequences, but I know you'll support him. "

"I'll take care of Jennie. ", Rosé replies. "Lisa's talking to her. "

"If someone had told me my son would have two idols fighting over him. "Laughs your father.

Rosé laughs.

"I've contacted his team. He won't be able to accept assignments for a while. "

"Good. I don't know if he told you, but a few months ago he came back injured. "Rosé confesses it to your father.

Your father sighs. 'You've never talked much about your work with your father. You know he supports you, but you don't want to worry him.

"I guess he doesn't want me to worry. But not hearing from him worries me. "

Rosé rests her head against your father's shoulder.

"We're going to help him. "

Your father places a kiss on the top of Rosé's head.

"I'm so happy to have you in the family. "

----

* A few months later. *

"You're fit to go on another mission. "

You thank the medical officer and feel Rosé's grip tighten. With your thumb, you caress her hand in a gesture of comfort. You leave the military hospital. Rosé hasn't said a word.

"I'm not leaving just yet baby. "You say to Rosé.

"Not now, but who knows. In a few days, you could be called up. "

"Rosé..." you sigh. "I'm still you and Blackpink's bodyguard. "

"Stay away from Jennie. " Rosé says seriously.

"You're going to have to fix the problem you have with Jennie. I'm serious, baby. I'm not going to leave you for her. "

You get into Rosé's car and notice that Rosé is upset.

"I'm not going to be able to avoid her. You're in the same group, I'm going to do my job and that's it. "

"I swear, if she tries anything. " warns Rosé.

"She already has. "You say nonchalantly.

Rosé slams on the brake and thank goodness you're strapped in. You'd have ended up in the windshield.

"WHAT?"

"She was drunk. It was at one of your galas. You were already asleep. I went downstairs to get Jennie and Lisa. Jennie was completely drunk, Lisa could hardly contain her and you know Jennie. When she's drunk she's extremely horny. "

"What did she do? "asks Rosé.

You notice Rosé's red skin, a sign that she's upset.

"Fact, nothing. It was more in her words. She was in "Oh, I'm sure I suck better than Rosé" mode.

"That bitch. "Said Rosé, slapping her steering wheel.

"I defended you. " You reply.

"What did you say? "

"I told her that the way you sucked my cock was the best thing in the world and that I couldn't stop cumming in your mouth. "

Rosé is shocked by your answer. You notice her clenching her thighs.

"But she went on. She said her pussy was tighter than yours. Of course I defended you, said your pussy was made for my cock. "

Rosé lets out a little "Oh".

"Continue. "says Rosé in a small voice.

"And of course Jennie talked about anal. But my answer shut her up. "

"And what was your answer. "

"I told her that while she was doing her solo during your concert in Australia, you were bent over with my cock in your ass and Lisa was watching you get your ass taken."

"Fuck.." mutters Rosé.

"I had to defend my girlfriend. " You reply nonchalantly. "So you don't have to worry my love. I much prefer your pussy and your ass."

"Baby.." whines Rosé.

"And speaking of which, drive us to your place. I want to fuck you. "

Rosé nods slowly and turns on the ignition. You laugh softly.

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"Fuuuck Rosé. "

You're just a toy to her. You're completely at Rosé's mercy. The Australian engulfs your cock in her mouth and you're forced to moan.

"I love your fucking mouth so much. "

As Rosé responds, she sucks you faster. You help her with your hand. You grab her ponytail and force her to take your whole cock in your mouth.

Ever since you told her the story about Jennie, Rosé hasn't missed a chance to suck or fuck you.

And here you are, sitting on your sofa with this goddess kneeling between your legs.

"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. I should take a picture of you. "

"Do it." replies Rosé seriously. "That way when Jennie asks you you can show her the picture. "

You don't waste any time. You pick up your phone and plant it in front of Rosé.

Rosé takes your cock out of her mouth and starts licking it. She stops and poses, sticking her tongue to your cock. You press the button and there you are with a beautiful photo of Rosé with your cock.

"Film. We're going to film. "Rosé replies seriously.

Although surprised, you accept her request. You switch to video mode and concentrate on Rose like a porn director.

"Look at that pretty girl with my dick in her mouth. You suck me so well. "

"That's because I'm your good girl. "

"You are. " You reply, shoving your cock into her mouth.

"Take a look. She sucks me so good. Are you addicted to my cock? "

Rosé nods. She's far too busy sucking your dick to answer.

"I'm still thinking about where I'm going to cum. In your mouth or on your face? "

"My mouth. "Rosé replies seriously. "Good girls don't waste. "

"You're right. You're going to drink all my cum. "

Rosé nods and continues her oral assault on your cock. With her hands, she jerks you off and accentuates with tongue strokes on your tip.

You continue filming.

"Would you like us to show Jennie how well you take care of my cock? "

"Hey Jennie. "Makes Rosé look at the phone lens. "Watch how well I take care of my boyfriend's dick. I suck it so well, look. "

To accentuate her words, Rosé engulfs your cock again and bops her head, causing you to moan.

"Fuck, you're so good with your mouth Rose. Jennie look how good she is. Look how good my good girl is at sucking my cock."

Excited by your words. Rosé starts to slide her hand under her skirt and thong.

"Oh but actually she's a bad girl. Look, she's starting to touch herself, this naughty girl. “

Rosé takes off her thong and starts touching her pussy. By the sound alone, you can hear how wet she is. Rosé continues to suck you.

"I'm going to cum soon, Rosé. "You tell her.

"Into my mouth. "

Rosé steps back and you stand up. You start stroking your cock.

"Paint me. Cum in my mouth, I'll show her how much I love your cum. "

You speed up the movement around your cock and feel yourself coming quickly. You position your cock over Rosé's wide-open mouth.

After several quick strokes back and forth, you cum. You empty yourself into Rosé's mouth. Several jets of cum land in the singer's mouth. Mouth wide open and full of cum, you approach the camera.

"Swallow. "You order Rosé.

Rosé listens and swallows in one gulp. She opens her mouth again and shows you that she's swallowed it all.

"What a good girl to listen to Daddy. "You say to Rosé and the camera. "Lie down on the sofa and spread your legs, I'm going to eat your pussy."

Rosé listens and complies. The singer removes her skirt and spreads her legs, presenting you with her pussy.

You get down on your knees and put the phone in front of her pussy. With your free hand, you spread the folds of her pussy.

"Look at that beautiful pussy. Just for me. "

You pass the camera to Rosé as you begin to lick her.

"Oh my God. "says Rosé, pointing her head at the camera. "Daddy licks me so good. "

Rosé presses the screen and films you eating her pussy.

"Fuuuck. Look at him eating my pussy. Do you like eating my pussy?" Rosé asks you

"I love it so much. Your pussy tastes divine. It's almost intoxicating. "

To accentuate your words, you catch her clit between your lips and suck it, drawing her into your mouth.

"Daddy, finger me. "

You listen to Rose, still concentrating on her clit, you tuck a finger into her pussy. The double pressure drives Rosé crazy.

"You show Jennie how I eat your pussy?"

"Fuuuck yes. I might even show Lisa and Jisoo. "

"In that case, I need to concentrate. "

With your gaze fixed on the lens, you suck Rosé's clit again and insert a second finger into her pussy, causing Rosé to howl with pleasure.

Rosé tries to film anyway, despite the pleasure she's feeling.

"You...will...have...to...send...me...the...video..." articulates Rosé between each moan.

You nod, still concentrating on giving her pleasure. You lick her pussy, start by licking her hole and work your way up to her clit.

"The girls are going to be jealous to see how you're eating my pussy."

You put a finger back in her pussy and suck on her clit again and Rose starts undulating her pelvis against your mouth.

"That's it. You're going to sit on my face. "

You stand up and Rose looks at you. You help her up. You take the opportunity to kiss her and Rosé continues filming.

"A little kiss for the camera? "asks Rosé.

You grab her and kiss her full on the lips. You take the opportunity to finger her pussy and Rosé moans into your mouth.

"Her pussy is so wet. Listen to her. "

You insert a second finger and finger Rosé. The sound her pussy makes is so beautiful. It's so wet. You continue your assault on her little pussy and Rosé almost falls over as she moans so loudly.

You cut short the pleasure and bring your juicy fingers from Rosé's pussy to the singer's mouth. Rosé hastens to lick your soaked fingers.

"What a good girl. She sucks my juicy fingers. Does your pussy taste good? " You ask Rosé and the camera.

Rosé nods, continuing to lick your fingers. Her gaze is so sexy, so provocative.

You tap her on the ass and Rosé flinches with excitement. You give Rosé your phone back and lie down on the sofa. Rosé climbs on. Her pussy over your face, you grab her ass and let Rosé fall on your face. The shock is almost violent, but it's not serious.

For your part, you lick the young woman greedily. Her pussy is an aphrodisiac today, you can't do without it. Rosé grabs your hair and starts straddling your face. Phone still in hand, Rosé films herself straddling you.

"Watch how he eats my pussy."

Rosé lovingly strokes your hair.

"You see, Jennie, Oppa's too busy licking my pussy."

You could almost laugh at Rosé's jealousy. Playfully, you grab her ass and press her pussy against your mouth.

"Fucking look, I love it so much. "

With your tongue, you lick everything possible. Her lips, her hole, her clit.

"I love it so much when you eat my pussy. I'm going to cum so hard in your mouth. "

With your hands you spread her buttocks and titillate her asshole.

"Oh fuck. Take care of my holes. "

You put pressure on her holes and Rose is nothing but a mess. Still filming you, the young woman straddles your face. She picks up the pace and you can feel that Rosé is not far from cumming. You decide to go faster with your tongue and without warning, you feel Rosé's pussy contract against your tongue. You receive her full juices in your mouth.

Rosé lets out an almost bestial sound and the young woman nearly smothers you with her thighs.

Realizing this, Rosé pushes herself off your face and lies on your chest. And of course, as a global star, Rosé doesn't forget the camera.

"I came so hard with Oppa's mouth. "

You laugh and stroke her hair. Rosé turns her face to you and smiles.

"Ready? " you ask.

"Always ready. " Rosé replies.

"In that case, give me the phone and get down on all fours. "

Rosé listens, hands you the phone and moves into position. You get up and stand behind the singer. Like a porn director, you zoom in on her buttocks and pussy.

You slap her ass and Rose moans. She glances over her shoulder at you and you fuck her pussy. With your hand, you spread her ass.

"Look at that beautiful pussy."

You zoom in with the camera and Rosé waddles her ass. You stand up and position your cock in front of her entrance. Rosé's pussy is so wet that you enter easily. The movement elicits a groan from both of you.

"I'm sliding so fucking good in your pussy. You're so wet I didn't even have to strain. "

With the phone you film the movements of your cock in her vagina.

It's worthy of the greatest porn movies. You never thought you'd do it, but here you are. Filming yourself taking one of kpop's biggest stars doggy-style at her request.

"Fuck. I could never do without your pussy. It was made for me. "

Rosé moans. The young woman literally fucks herself on your cock, head against the couch, mouth open, Rosé just a toy at this point.

"Look, she loves it when I do this. "

With your free hand you slap her ass. Rosé screams with pleasure.

"I told you. She loves it when I slap her ass."

You slap her ass again.

"It helps her come. " You say to the camera.

Rosé says nothing, the young woman continues to move her pelvis. You can hear the sound of flesh against flesh. You're lucky you don't have neighbors.

"She's about to come. I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock. "

Rosé nods and increases the pace. You decide to do the same. You pick up the pace and with your free hand you grab one of her buttocks. Your balls hit her ass and your loins propel Rosé limitlessly against the wall behind the sofa.

"Harder! Make me come and come inside me. "

Who are you not to listen to this goddess. You grab her hip with your good hand and place the camera next to her on the table. The angle is perfect. With both hands, you grab her hips and start plundering Rosé's pussy.

"Yes...YES!"

Almost animalistically, you climb onto the sofa, giving yourself a new angle of penetration. With this new angle, you accentuate the pleasure of both of you.

In this position, you totally dominate Rosé. Rosé can do nothing but receive your cock strokes.

But that's what the singer wants, so you speed up your movements.

It's beastly. You're just trying to make her come. And after several strokes, you come together.

The combination of your orgasms is powerful. You feel your legs buckle and you quickly catch yourself before you fall. You've come so much that you feel your cock being expelled from her pussy.

You catch your breath and see Rosé breathless, lying back on the sofa. You also see your cum coming out of her pussy.

You stand up, grab the phone and point to Rosé's cunt filled with your cum.

"And that's the end. "You say to the camera. "

Rosé is so full that it's spilling out of her pussy.

With your hand you spread the folds of her pussy and watch your cum fall onto the sofa.

You put the camera up to Rosé's face and ask.

"Any last words Rosie? "

Rosé looks at the camera and says to Jennie.

"You'll never have him and his cock belongs to me. "

You laugh and pat her on the ass.

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monkey d. luffy x fem!reader

MDNI 18+

use of y/n

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it was like any other day for the straw hats. the water rocking the ship slowly, the sun beaming down and kissing everybody’s sun burnt cheeks.

hearing the bird, robin looked up, seeing the bird that drops off the daily news… catching it with her floral hands.

“mail everybody!” walking down the steps, getting everybody to rally around. luffy swung in right next to you. smiling, looking through until a certain wanted poster caught your eye. grabbing it and as nami scooted next to you on the other side, you giggled, showing her the picture and said “this guys wanted poster is sexy.”

that compliment from your mouth slowly made its way to your boyfriend, luffy.

sexy? he thought. his wanted poster was sexy too! why hadn’t you complimented his as well? though you saw it in person, which he thought was waaayy better than a picture. it still upset him…

nami chuckled, “you’re right!” and playfully hit your arm before walking away. you turn towards luffy after it was only y’all two. seeing his confused expression, which caused you to raise an eyebrow… asking, “what’s wrong?” he just stood there and looked at you…

why didn’t you like his poster? was his sexy? does he need to show you sexy??

pursing your lips, pressing your thumb on his forehead, “helllooo? earth to luffy?!” he shook his head, focusing into your eyes. frowning, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, luff?”

pretty but not sexy?????!!!?!!

he huffed, turning around and walking away with the clap of his shoes on the ground. you were left with confusion and a little bit of frustration… luffy never acted like this, usually he’d blurt out what he’s feeling. this?! this was new.

small time skip to after dinner

saying goodnight to everybody… watching all the boys go to their rooms expect for jimbei as he went back to keeping watch. nami and robin went to their own, doing what they please.

you? you were hunting down luffy.

pissed off because he was avoiding you. sanji had told you that he asked for dinner early… which he never does because he usually wants to eat with you! walking under the night sky, feeling that cool breeze against your sun kissed cheeks made you calm down a tad bit but couldn’t push away the frustration.

after making it to his room… he wasn’t there?! are we serious. you checked the WHOLE ship.

where could this rubber-God man be?! then you thought… smacking your lips in how obvious it was. your room! taking off, gettin ng ready to yell at him and when you pushed your door open, everything you planned disappeared. luffy was… shirtless in your bed. wait… shirtless?! and pants-less?!

“uh, luff, what’s are you doing?” looking around, shutting the door behind you. “in here… alone… half naked on my bed…?” luffy frowned, his demeanor was different… this wasn’t luffy. “luffy?” he slowly got out of bed and took his time walking over to you.

looking down, you could see his glossy eyes… “am i not attractive to you?”

jaw dropping question.

“wha—are you serious luffy?!” picking your jaw back off the floor, continuing to complain “that’s the dumbest question in the world! why are you asking me this?!” he furrowed his eyebrows, his chest was heaving.

grabbing your cheek, “wanna know why?” feeling your face heat up. gulping and nodding slowly. he laid his head on your shoulder, sliding both of his hands down to your waist, “you called that guy’s poster sexy.” gasping when he nipped at your neck, placing a kiss. “and im thinking, my poster is a lot hotter… you have the real thing, y/n!” finally he looked back down into your eyes.

sighing, “oh luff…” placing one of your hands on his scared chest. “you’re the most sexiest man in the world, is that what you wanted to hear?” he hummed, “maybe…” giggling and leaning into a kiss. you were softly pushed into the door, a knee finding its way between your thigh, and one strong hand around your neck while the other held your waist.

it took y’all a few minutes to pull away. trying not to breathe too loud, you kissed his cheek. “you are so handsome, luff, sorry for saying that other guy was.” he held no expression but a small smile took over his features, leaning to place a small peck on your forehead. “thank you, babes.”

it was a really rare occasion that luffy calls you any pet names. so when he does you like to bring it up and ask if he’d please call you more… of course, he only does it during sex to get you riled up.

“let’s move to the bed shall we? i feel like you need it rougher tonight.” your face turned tomato red. slowly nodding and his smile turned into an evil smirk… the hand around your neck moved down to your thigh. picking you up and carrying you over, tossing you onto the bed. chuckling when he got situated between your thighs.

it didn’t take long to remove your clothes, leaving you in just your panties, like luffy (expect he has boxers on….). being on full display while he leaned back on his heels to just watch.

you felt a little self conscious… until he grabbed both of your knees and pulled them apart, scooting down until his cheek was laid against your left thigh. slowly licking down and mumbling, “wanna eat you out, then give it to you as hard as possible.” his hot mouth stopped at your clothed pussy.

he looked up into your eyes. the look he had was filthy. half lidded eyes, tongue licking up and down your panties, and biting your clit through your panties. covering your mouth, whimpering when he slid the soaked panties to the side, smiling at how wet you were.

“beautiful as always.” those were his last words before going to eat you out like a man on a mission. it was the same pattern; tongue in and out, run it up to your clit and suck on it. after two minutes he slowly brought his fingers into your hole… of course, he’d usually do one but for some reason he shoved two—trying to add a third?!

gasping when the third finger entered you. with the hand holding your panties open, he took his thumb to rub your clit. “so tasty, baby… look at those eyes.” though you couldn’t see your own face, you knew that your eyes were barely open.

his face was covered in spit and your arousal, “all gushy… every time i shove my fingers inside of her, she squelches.” one hard thrust made you yelp, arching your back off the bed just enough. he grinned and murmured, “found it.”

after that, he abused and abused that spot until you were grabbing his hair then his wrist, trying to get him to stop.

“m’close! luff!” he wasn’t saying anything just thrusting his three fingers inside, wringing more lewd noises from your mouth. finally, your jaw dropped but nothing came out which signaled you had finally came… of course, luffy continued his abuse on your pussy.

he loved seeing how red he could get you… “she’s so puffy and needy.”

whining and pulling at his hair more, “inside… please, luff i need you inside!” tears begin to swell. he didn’t falter. just slowly sliding his fingers out, slapping your pussy. bringing his hand away, making scissor moments to see the cum on his fingers then he began to lick them clean, it was probably the most sexiest thing you’ve ever seen your boyfriend do.

you swore you were gonna marry him.

“baby,” he spoke softly… all of your dazing and day dreaming, you didn’t even realize he almost had you in a full nelson, his tip right against your gaping entrance. “you okay?”

y’all chests were flushed against each other, heavy breathing, mouths open and eyes locked like y’all were the only thing in the world. giving him the most precious smile, pushing your head up to meet his lips… it was a sweet, soft kiss, surprisingly it made luffy blush. “you’re too pretty, y/n.” before you could respond he began to push inside of you.

his thick tip was the hardest part for you… trust, luffy was nothing but thick it was just the tip was a whole other story! your breath hitches, turning your head to the side, which gave him free will to mark your neck.

“almost…” giving one last thrust to fit all of him in you, “there.”

your shaky hand land on his shoulders. luffy thought, “i remember that im supposed to be rough with you.” after hearing that, before you could even plead he locked his arms under your knees.

“wai-“ shouting when he started thrusting, giving you no time to react but moan his name out like a prayer. “stupid to think,” groaning and giving a harsh thrust then back to a rhythm, “you thought that guy was sexy.” laughing to himself, closing his eyes letting his brows furrow.

y’all moan in sync. scratching his back up, holding onto him like he was going to fly away somehow. he cursed, “could fuck. you. for. fucking ever.” each word earned a hard thrust, a beautiful kiss to your cervix.

“luffy, i-… close! so close!” drool trickled down your chin which made him chuckle. “so beautiful.” kissing you, making you whimper. before you could even warn him, a warm feeling exploded in your stomach and you came. luffy cursed to himself, looking down to where y’all were connected. seeing your white cum stick to everything, it the most sexiest thing he’s every seen.

“let me come inside… please, please let me…” he whimpered once he saw you nod out of consciousness.

moaning once he finished inside of you…

both y’all laid there, hearing the hard panting. you rubbed your thumbs over the scratches you had created… smiling to yourself.

“luff?” he hummed into your neck, pulling back to look into your eyes. in a husk voice, he mumbled “yes?”

in a soft voice, “we need to bathe.” that earned you a whine. laughing when he laid all of his body weight on you. rubbing his head into your bare chest, shaking his head, “not right now…”

thinking and running your hand through his hair “okay, handsome… we can wait.”

and before you knew it, y’all were both knocked out.

JESUS. IDEK IF I LIKE THIS. i feel like i dont write enough… anyways, hope y’all liked it, cause this took three days of me saying “get it done get it over with”

#one piece #silly little guy #one piece x reader #smut #so cute #anime #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #so hot and beautiful #sexy hunk #luffy smut #luffy x you #one piece x you

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chiasaaa · 5 months ago

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— jealousy, jealousy

itoshi sae x f! reader

summary: as cool-headed as he may seem, even itoshi sae isn't immune to jealousy.

warning: english is not my first language. apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.

— itoshi sae is anything but a jealous man. how, you may ask? simply because he’s with a partner he feels secure with. your love has always proven that he will always be the only one for you. he knows that very well, and he doesn’t need any convincing.

normally, that’s the case.

but what if itoshi sae isn’t as invincible as he seems?

there’s not one person in the world who doesn’t have an insecurity they wish to bury deep within the darkness of their heart—the one thing they never want to be reminded of again. and much like every other human being that walks on earth, itoshi sae possesses one insecurity that will easily shatter the facade he created for himself. if it were up to him, he would rather encase it in a jar with a rock to sink it down the mariana trench. alas, he cannot sink what he cannot touch.

it was after a late night practice in the re al facility when it happened. you, his ever loving and supportive girlfriend, decided to pick him up after training. he would usually take the train home, or call up a taxi straight to you. however, one thing he noticed is that whenever you have the car with you, there is not one instance where he commutes home.

you always pick him up, no matter what.

he loves it—the feeling of reciprocity. sae loves that you freely do what you want to do for him the same way he does to you. but tonight, as he watches you from a distance engaging in a short conversation with leonardo luna, he wished you weren't as perfect as you already are. couldn't the traffic hold you up a bit longer just so he's already waiting out for you? maybe he shouldn't have taken his time in the shower to have you waiting outside instead. whatever it is that he could have done, sae surely regrets ever leaving time for you to bump into one of his teammates, even more so with leonardo.

"querido!" you spotted him as soon as he walked out the door, a twinkle in your eyes somehow relieving him from the thorns that wrapped around his heart. that's right. you were there for him, and you were happy to see him. not leonardo or anyone else for that matter.

"ahh, so you're sae's girlfriend." leonardo pieced two jigsaws together, snapping his fingers in realization. he then looked back at sae with those typical deceiving eyes of his. his smile was sickening, sae could hurl right then and there. there is no one else as despicable as leonardo luna himself.

it was because of him that he lost hope in becoming the world's number one striker in the world.

seeing him with his girlfriend, as if it were a reminder that he can easily take her away too, might as well be his last straw.

without a word, sae opens the door to the passenger seat and gently pushed you inside—much to your protest. he turns back to leonardo with a sigh. "we'll go ahead. see you tomorrow."

then he rounded the car to get to the driver's seat. as he was about to reach for the handle, leonardo calls out to him and had him pause. sae looks back up reluctantly, seemingly drained from the scenario at hand.

"you're really lucky, aren't you?" leonardo grinned. "fuck it up and just know i'm right around the corner."

it was clearly a threat, one that made his blood boil. grunting, he climbed in his seat and drove away before he loses control of himself. the car ride was quiet, with you still confused why he chose to drive tonight when he was clearly exhauted from practice, and him still trying to process how he's currently feeling.

it isn't like him to feel hostile towards other men who linger around you. if anything, he enjoys it more with the way you happily slap the fact that you're his right at their faces. yet, with leonardo, he doesn't even want you to bat an eyelash at his direction. there's this uneasy feeling that maybe at some point, you won't hit him with the usual 'i love my boyfriend and he's the absolute best' speeches.

that maybe, you'll realize then and there that itoshi sae is nothing compared to leonardo luna.

that you deserve someone better—someone you can proudly call yours as you cheer for him when he scores the heroic goal of the game. someone whom you can dedicate your designs to—a better model for your brand.

god, he wants to hurl so bad just thinking about such gruesome what ifs. he wants to stop thinking about it already, yet every time his mind comes to a pause, the depths of his mind has already cooked up a new scenario to overthink once again.

why did you have to bump into leonardo himself? it could have been any other of their forwards, like kaiser! you get along pretty well with that damn blue rose and he never felt a hint of malice towards him! god, you might as well be best friends with the guy and sae was completely fine with it.

why the fuck did it have to be leonardo?

"sae,"

the sound of his name slipping past your lips had finally pulled him out of the poisonous den named his thoughts. he shakes his head a little, snapping out of his daze as his eyes cleared back on the road. then, the rest of his senses came back to life. the first thing he noticed?

your hand atop his as he guides the steering wheel.

for a moment, sae glanced at your direction and found your concerned expression directed his way. his heart churns at the sight, for him. why are you looking at him like that?

why do you have to be so loving?

he doesn't deserve you.

"pull over, querido." it wasn't a request, and he wasn't about to disobey you. the moment he saw the nearest gas station, he parked by the convenience store and let out a breath he had unknowingly been holding in.

you shifted, taking your seat belt off. without a word, you opened the door and got out.

god, did you finally realize it? you're about to leave and dump his ass right now. he doesn't even want to follow you out—fearing for the news that might hit him hard on the face if he does. he'd rather stay in the car and bask in the scent of your perfume a little longer. he will sure miss—

"come on," you opened his door, reaching a hand out with a gentle smile. "i'm hungry."

that's how you both ended up at the second floor of said convenience store, with you serving two cups of ramen and microwaved skewers. he watches you stiffly as you stuffed your mouth full with msg bomb, a little conflicted on how he should feel about the situation right about now. had he been reading too much into things?

when you noticed that he wasn't eating, you snap his chopsticks in half for him and mixed his ramen. it was easier to reach him given that you're seated beside each other, thus he had no excuse not to eat the portion you just fished out.

he had no choice.

"i'm not hungry." he mutters.

"aha!" you pointed at him with an accusing finger, as if you finally caught him for something even he didn't know he was doing. "about time you start talking."

"what?"

"you think i didn't notice?"

"..." he looks at you, eyes pleading for you to stop whatever it is you're about to tell him. "please, amor. i know i—"

"i love you."

and so, he paused, stunned by your surprise attack. you took it as a chance to finally cup his cheeks with both hands, giving him not a bit of a chance to cower away from your declaration.

"and i have every intention of marrying you, so don't go around thinking that i'll leave you for someone else." you said it so confidently, as if you were a hundred percent sure that he was already doubting and overthinking in the midst of things. how you knew? he had no idea, but hearing your assurance had him melting right into your arms.

sae rested his chin on your shoulder, pulling you close as his arms wrapped around you in a loose embrace. then, he was able to release the biggest sigh of relief—washing out the little bit of insecurity left in his system. you had him scared for a moment, but damn was he a fool to think you'd ever leave him.

it was you for god's sake.

you would scourge through both heaven and hell if it meant being with him again. you'd gladly die a soldier of war if he were the one holding the sword. by the gods, you would drop even your biggest fashion show if he called for you at any given time. you, whose love is so big that it swallows him whole, and itoshi sae basks in the warmth you bring into his life.

"i'm yours." he whispered. "and i'll always be, right?"

you chuckle, leaning back a little to capture his lips with your own. "you have no choice, querido." he could feel your breath gently fan against his lips. "you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

god knows how lucky he is to have you, and itoshi sae will spend more than one lifetime to prove that you were never wrong to choose him time and time again.

#sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk fanfic #leonardo luna #angst #fluff

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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summary: your roommate James plots to befriend a shy you

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12 │ part 13

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 1k words

The apartment is loud and messy when you come home, and James immediately feels bad about it. You freeze in the door like a doe in the woods, a few of his friends pausing their conversations to greet you from where they’re scattered haphazardly about the living room.

You give a terse smile and beeline for the stairs. You’re wearing your work clothes, dirty and rumpled from a long shift, and it doesn’t escape James’ notice that you’ve bypassed the kitchen in your hurry to get to your room. You seem to have an aversion to being witnessed. He makes a mental note to check that you’ve eaten later.

“Oh, do you work at Rizzo’s?” Lily asks you, evidently recognizing the uniform. You stall halfway up the stairs, and James suppresses a smile at your obvious reluctance.

“Yeah,” you reply, voice even quieter than usual.

“My friend works there.” Lily’s friendly demeanor is unphased by your timidity. The two of you have met before, like you’ve met most of his friends, in passing. “Do you know Mona?”

You nod, easing up a bit. James wonders at the fact that you’ve lingered as long as you have, but then he notices Sirius noticing you, and he prays his friend doesn’t say anything to make you regret it.

“Yeah, we’ve worked some of the same shifts,” you say. “She’s nice.”

Lily grins at the confirmation. James braces himself as Sirius angles his head.

“What do you do there, lovely?”

The endearment instantly flusters you. Your shoulders tighten and your hand flexes on the banister as though to keep yourself from bolting. “I’m a host,” you say.

“That’s nice.” Sirius’ grin is intentionally disarming, lopsided and flirtatious. You look as though you’re not sure what to make of it. “I’m sure it makes for good business to have the pretty girls welcoming customers.”

It’s your last straw. You mumble something about it being nice to see them and all but dash up to your room. James hears your door shut with a soft click.

Sirius frowns. “Skittish thing, isn’t she?”

“Tosser.” Remus pulls him roughly against his side, rolling his eyes when Sirius wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s torso sulkily.

“I was paying her a compliment.”

“She’s just shy.” James doesn’t know why he feels the need to explain you, exactly. Your diffidence is fairly obvious now, but he still feels a bit guilty for thinking you just hated him when he first moved in. After knowing Remus for so long, he thought he’d be able to tell the difference between shyness and standoffishness. Now apparently he feels responsible for liaising between you and his friends. “You knew you were going to embarrass her, prick.”

The conversation turns to Sirius’ tendency to verbally prod at those with quieter demeanors, which he denies vehemently and Remus corroborates with pointed looks but not much commentary.

Once they’ve gone, James goes up to your room with a sandwich. The door is cracked but he knocks anyway, waiting for your quiet “come in” before he pushes it the rest of the way open.

“Figured you might’ve missed dinner,” he says by way of greeting, going to set the plate down on your bed.

It takes effort not to let his eyes roam the room. He can see in his periphery that your desk is cluttered but neat and your walls covered with pictures and art. An effect of your reticence is that, aside from what sort of shampoo you use and how often you need to restock the milk in the fridge, James knows very little about you. He knows you’re a good roommate. You’re clean, you don’t bicker about the thermostat, and you haven’t even seemed cross with him for eating the rest of your oreos (which he’s going to replace, seriously, as soon as he remembers to go to the store). You’re quiet, obviously, but along with that you seem kind.

Honestly, it makes him a bit uncomfortable that you don’t seem to want to be friends. James is only human; he likes being liked, even more so by nice girls with pretty smiles, and it seems crucial that he be liked by nice girls with pretty smiles who he shares a living space with. If you’re going to brush your teeth using the same sink as somebody, you should be on good terms. James believes this.

And though he hasn’t had to work so hard for friendship in some years, he is diligent. He thinks he’ll bring you around yet.

Evidence of progress: the happy-surprised look in your eyes when you spot the sandwich.

“Thank you,” you say, a tender sort of bemusement lining your words. “You didn’t have to.”

“Well, if you’ve actually missed dinner, you probably ought to eat something more substantial,” James hedges. He pushes his luck, sitting across from you on your bed. “I don’t want to be an accomplice to your snacks-for-meals agenda.” That wins him a small smile. “But I do feel bad, keeping you from your own kitchen because I have friends over.”

Your eyes flit away at the last bit. You take a hearty bite of your sandwich, chewing to avoid a reply.

“You should know, you are actually paying rent for the whole apartment,” he says, “not just your room.”

You look chastened as you swallow, but you wave him off. “I would’ve gone down to get something later,” you say airily. “I didn’t want to infringe on your time with your friends.”

“You?” James actually laughs. “Never. Trust me, we see plenty of each other. They could probably use a fresh face.”

You roll your eyes. It’s a ploy to keep from looking at him, he’s certain of it. “Well, regardless, you shouldn’t worry about it. I wasn’t starving.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Your mattress creaks as James stands. Some of the stiffness to your posture eases, and he wonders if you’re relieved to see him go, but you look up with another small smile. Pretty.

“Thanks for the sandwich,” you say.

“You should really have another one,” he replies, grinning back because of forces beyond his control. He starts backing out of the room. “Do you want me to make it? Actually, don’t answer that. I’m making it.”

Your quiet laughter follows him down the stairs.

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yawnderu · 2 years ago

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Birthday Boy — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

content: mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff.

"Hey, big guy." You greet, pushing past him while holding a cake on your arms, setting it down on his desk. He simply gives you a confused look, eyebrows raising under the balaclava, closing the door hesitantly.

"Fucking hell." He mutters softly, arms crossing as he rests his back against the wall, his behemoth frame looking down at you as you steal a lighter from his desk, lighting the candles.

"I know you said you don't do birthdays but I just thought you deserve to have a day for yourself, so I kind of... gave you a birthday, I guess." Your embarrassment grows the more he stares you down, a bashful smile growing on your face when he says nothing. Your attention is grabbed by a deep chuckle coming out of him, shaking his head before he walks over to you, skull gloved fingers gently flicking your forehead.

"Why?" Is all he can ask, curiosity tainting his tone before he lets out a soft groan, looking down at the cake decorated with a messily written "Happy Birthday, Simon" and awfully drawn skulls all over. He wouldn't admit it, but he finds it even more charming.

"Just because." You reply shortly, hands making contact with the thin fabric of his black compression shirt, gently holding him by the biceps, guiding him to a chair in front of his desk where the cake was. He lets you drag him without any complaints.

"I'm gonna sing ya happy birthday, okay?" Your words are met with another groan, his elbows going to the table, face resting on his hands as if this situation is stressing him out. He eventually nods his head, looking up at you.

"Yeah, yeah." He mumbles, the fire from the candles making his eyes stand out even more in the dim room, the dark brown now a sweet honey color, showing you just how dilated his pupils are as he looks at you. You sing him happy birthday, making a small show out of it with claps and an overly cheery voice, dragging groan after groan out of him, the corners of his eyes creasing as he tries his best to suppress the smile tugging at his lips.

"Make a wish and blow the candles." You encourage after you're done singing, hands gently massaging his sore shoulders as you excitedly wait for him to comply. And he does, hesitantly getting closer to the cake and not doing anything for a few seconds before blowing the candles. A laugh of pure relief escapes your lips once the candles are off, tapping his shoulders gently before letting go.

"Good man. I made the cake, y'know?" You start cutting the cake, making sure to cut an extra big piece for him— with what little he has told you about himself, you can tell it's been a while since he got celebrated— If it even happened at all.

"I can tell." He replies teasingly, tone full of humor as he gets up and narrowly misses a punch thrown his way. He can't help but let out a small laugh, getting into a playful fighting position, pretending to throw a few punches your way and making a show out of making sound effects for each one. None of his punches connect, of course, but you use the opening he left to smear a little bit of frosting on his arm, making him groan loudly.

"Bloody hell." He grumbles, the cheeky smile you shoot him making him playfully roll his eyes. He eventually settles down, sitting in bed and lifting his balaclava halfway, tasting the sweet treat. He takes his time to savor it, nodding his head in approval as he looks down at you before digging in again.

" 'S good." He praises after another bite, attention now fully on the piece of chocolate cake on his plastic plate. You take this moment to admire the exposed half of his face— his soft jawline and thin pink lips, hints of a stubble covering his cheek and chin, a little bit of his eyeblack tainting his cheeks as well. You feel like a Victorian man seeing ankles, grasping at straws just to admire him.

He gives you a side eye and you look back down at your plate, starting to taste the cake as well, as if you weren't just staring at him like an infatuated hyena. You're too deep in thought to even realize his eyes are on you until you feel his finger smearing frosting on your nose, a laugh of pure disbelief escaping your lips.

"You little cunt—"

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost fluff #ghost fluff #mw2 fluff #simon x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x you

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rueclfer · 1 month ago

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RUEEEEEE YOUR EVENT IS SO CUTE!!! CONGRATS ON 6K AGAIN!!! I need tomura to be my fellow barista.. in a secret relationship... we bicker at work but go home together... he doesnt care who knows but reader does... yesyes i hope u are seeing the vision 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ ILY RUEEE 🖤🖤🖤🖤

KISAW <3 THANK YEWW hehe i just kneewww you were gonna come in with a beautiful ass tomu request like RIGHT UP MY ALLEY!! ILYY

barista!tomura // job fair

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“coconut milk, idiot, i said coconut milk,” he calls out, reaching up and pushing the cartons of soy milk down the line for you to bring back to storage.

“maybe if you’d stop fucking mumbling, i would’ve heard the first time.”

you release a deep sigh of annoyance, gathering the cartons of milk in your arms. without missing a beat, you knee tomura as you walk by, and making him fall forward in his crouch in front of the open fridge.

“dickhead,” he calls out, pushing himself back up onto the balls on his feet.

“behave.” aizawa warns, nodding towards the few customers still inside the cafe.

you look over your shoulder and quickly send him an endearing wink, and stick your tongue out the way you two would often do from across the room.

the afternoon rush of university students had just died down, leaving you and tomura behind the counter restocking, spinner wiping down counters, a nearly empty cafe, and your boss sitting in the corner finishing off this period’s payroll.

you stand in the middle of the backroom, scanning the tall shelves for the box containing cartons of coconut milk once you shove the armful of soy milks back onto the counter.

from the corner of your eye, you see tomura’s shaggy blue hair come into view, peeking in from behind the door frame.

“what?” you shoot him a side eye, hands on your hip, “i’m busy looking for your coconut milk.”

though your tone is laced with annoyance and a hint of an attitude, a playful smirk remains on your lips.

tomura doesn't respond, and instead places a drink onto the stack of boxes halfway blocking the entrance, watching your face light up at the sight of the chocolate drizzle coated walls and a tall tower of whip cream

you gasp, “for me?”

“canceled online order or something like that.” he shrugs.

“a shame because this is my exact order isn’t it?” you inch towards him, closing the distance between you two. “someone’s missing out.”

“crazy coincidence.” his voice grows lower as he intensely watches you take the first sip, pride washing over him once your head starts nodding in approval.

“dairy free?” you mutter through the straw, taking in another sip of the chocolatey sweet coffee.

“duh,” he scoffs, as if you’ve offended him, “i’m not trying to have you blow up our toilet when we get home.”

you almost slap your hand over his mouth, but from the expression on your face, he already squeezed his lips into a tight line.

“are you trying to piss me off?” you scold, setting the drink down on the box.

tomura rolls his eyes. he feels like an idiot whispering to one another through the doorway in secrecy when you could’ve just not.

“are you trying to piss me off?” he retorts, cocking an eyebrow..

tomura looks over his shoulder- aizawa’s eyes glued to his laptop screen, and spinner chatting with a regular on the floor. no one up front. no one waiting for drinks.

“god,” he loudly exasperates, turning back to you, “let me show you where the coconut milk is since you can’t find it, you fucking noob.”

your jaw drops as he squeezes himself by the boxes and cornering you against the shelves.

“where’s my thank you for the drink, huh?” he mutters, grabbing onto the shelves and caging you in between his arms. “and for dealing with your bullshit today?”

heat prickles up your neck as you look up at him with a glare, obviously having no energy left to put up a fight after today’s shift.

so you indulge him. you bring your hand up to your lips, kiss the pads of your fingers, and slap them against his mouth.

“i love you,” you whisper before shoving past him, promptly leaving the backroom for him to finish restocking, and with your drink in hand.

#a kisa insert the way y/n is lactose intolerant <3 mmmmmhhmmm #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #mha tomura #bnha tomura #tomura x reader #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #rue's job fair #tomura shigaraki x reader

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karmavongrim · 1 year ago

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Dear Father fanfic idea

DC x DP crossover fanfiction

Fanfic idea of Danny adopting everyone. He’s worse than Batman since he does it 200% deliberately with no age nor race restriction.

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“Absolutely fucking not.”

Yeah, nope. No way in hell was he, John mother-fucking Constantine going to let this happen. Only over his dead body, which might actually be the case by the end of the bloody day if they couldn’t come up with something else other than that. And he wasn’t going to change his mind no matter how much the kid currently gallivanting as a demi-god whined. Wasn’t that a news when he found out several months ago.

“Come on Constans, we both know he wouldn’t mind. Besides what else can we do, we’ve tried everything.” Captain Marvel pleaded with the older man as he gestured their surroundings.

It couldn’t be described as anything else other than apocalyptic. A complete fucking shitshow.

Apparently a prophecy of some kind came to fruition right under their bloody noses and they were left grasping straws to try and stop the end of the world from happening. If only-

“Call him or I’ll call him John! Your choice.” Pressed Marvel who was getting fed up with the magician’s nonsense but he wasn’t bugging, no siree!

“Shut up, we don’t need his help! Just let me-” John yelled while buried head first in his spell book, desperately trying to find away that didn’t require him to relinquish the last few pits of his shabby dignity. Or what was left of it anyways. But Marvel was having non of it.

“Nope, that’s it! I’m making the call!” The red glad man shouted over the blonde brit and pulled out his personal phone which looked like it had been pulled strait out of a sci-fi movie.

This caused John to lunge at Marvel who in return floated away out of his reach.

“Are you daft? I’ll never hear the end of it so don’t even- Hey! Don’t you dare, I swear-!” They were quickly interrupted by a black looming silhouette quickly approaching them.

“I hope that you two have come up with something since you’re able to play around like this.” Batman demanded in gruff manner, man looking worse for wear just like the rest of them. Marvel swiftly positioned the dark one between him and his would-be assailant.

“Oh we did have a solution from the very start but someone thinks that we don’t need any help. His poor ego wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He told as he threw a look over his makeshift barrier’s shoulder.

“Shut your cakehole.” John hissed but was reluctantly put in place by a hard glare from mister darker and gloomier who turned to the floating magic-user.

“What is this solution exactly? Help from who or what?” At his inquiry the boy-man hero couldn’t help but beam when he began to explain what, or rather who he had in mind.

“Well I was thinking calling our-” But he was rudely cut in before he could get far.

“We aren’t calling anybody because we don’t need his help! We can take care of this on our own!” Batman turned back to the blond and was clearly at the end of his patience.

“We are running on borrowed time Constantine, if there is any chance to for us to stop this then we should take it since we don’t have any other options left.”

The two began to argue so heatedly that they didn’t pay attention to Marvel speed dialing the number he kept close to his heart. With a dopey grin he bounced on his heels while he waited for the other side to answer. After just two rings the line connected.

“Hi kid! What are you calling in for, did you get out of work already?” A jovial, baritone voice rang out which instantly relaxed the kid-not-kid hero. The all-composing feeling of warmth, protection and safety could almost be felt through the phone which never failed to make him feel comfortable and at peace.

“Hi dad! No, I’m still at work and we kinda shorta need your help. Badly.”

He could near feel the change in his father’s mood and he definitely heard it in his voice.

“What do you need? Where are you?” Came the rapid questioning. His smile never left as he thought how dad always went strait to business when it came to his family and friends. Always ready to help no matter what or why.

“Well, apparently the apocalypse is happening and we have no idea how to stop it… Can you help us? Please?” He tentatively asked as he glanced back at the bickering duo. Sometimes he asked himself if he really was the only secret child there.

“Ha ha, no need to beg, let alone ask. I’ll be there in a jiffy once I know where you guys are. Just try and hang in there kid.” Voice on the other side commented in lighter tone.

Marvel let out a sigh. He knew that everything would be okay after all.

“Thanks dad. We are currently stuck on Metropolis in it’s central, it’s a complete mess in here.”

“Everything will be fine. See you soon.” The voice chuckled and cut the call.

Yes, everything would be just fine. He turned to call out to the idiots who looked to be near ripping each other a new one.

“You two can stop now, he’s already on his way!”

He had to wince at the speed which the blonde turned his head to stare at him. Then came the familiar cursing.

“Fucking shite!”

He merely rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in irritation. He glared at the magician.

“Seriously, what’s your problem? It doesn’t have to be this difficult you know.”

Before John could comment, Batman pushed pass and stalked up to Marvel.

“Who did you call?”

He couldn’t say much before more of their fellow heroes started to trickle in. Flash no surprise being the first.

“Hope you got something up your utility belt Bats, we can’t take this much longer.” Pleaded the red speedster. He was joined by Green Lantern carrying injured Superman and ouch did he look roughened up.

“Have to agree with Flashpoint. Were running out of juice fast, and even Big Blue is out cold.”

Marvel looked at the others coming in. Martian Manhunter, Zatara, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and even Doctor Fate was there, none of them looking any better.

“Well, I’m glad to announce that help is on their way so we can all sit back and relax for a bit. This will be over in no time.” He declared brightly.

The others goggled at him like he made the most outlandish statement in all of history, minus Constantine who has decided to use this small window of calm to drown his headache in his flask while he still can.

“What the hell are you on about? What help? Who could possibly help with this!” Flash yelled out the question in everybodies mind.

“I would like to known this too finally.” Batman demanded this as well.

Seeing everybody hanging onto his up coming explanation he smirked at John who gave him oh-so-eloquently middle finder in retaliation. Well to bad, he would have to just deal with it, the big baby.

“Oh nobody too important, just the most powerful and influential being in all multiverse. Some of you might know him by his monikers like the First Champion, the Balancer, the High King and the Great One.” He said flippantly as he pretended to check his nails, trying his absolute best to hid his smug smile when he noticed Zatara and Fate going rigid and pale.

Zatara near stumbled thanks to his shaking knees. He took couple faltering steps towards the Champion of Magic. His expression mix of reverence and fear as started to whisper as if dreading that someone or something might hear him if he spoke too loudly.

“Y-You couldn’t possibly mean King-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence for they all felt the change in the air, in the ground.

He has arrived.

Time came to a crawl, the world slowed it’s movements in face of approaching force. It quaked, it trembled, it slithered. Leak becoming a downpour, a tear in reality of sickly green opened above the group, high out of reach. What little light still had remained in the hellish landscape around them were drained as if all the world’s shadow congregated around the opening to greet its master like a deprived servant. Then a figure of black and white caped in light seemingly holy, descended from it. Even from afar they could distinguish their towering form who’s muscles failed to hide under its full-body armor. Their mountainous presence becomes more and more apparent the closer they came. What they thought as wings of pure and white was actually a cape of moving light.

Blazing green eyes as that of the tear gazed upon them from under their moonlight hair, which coupled with the iron grown of flames created figures of shadow dancing across their hardened features as if to praise their beholder’s glory.

Zatara had already collapsed on the ground in utter disbelieve. All the myths and legends were true all along.

“King Phantom.” He spoke in awe and bowed before the king as did equally shocked Doctor Fate.

“Hi dad!” Marvel yelled and dragged the laughing magician by his coat to greet their new arrival.

All of their associates looked between the clear powerhouse of a being and their red heavy hitter in utter incredulity at the revelation. Zatara and Fate near had a heart attack at the way their magical colleague addressed the mythical presence. Marvel had a father? And this horrifying existence was it? What sent them reeling even more was how the king’s responded.

With his arms stretched he lowered himself fully to gather the two smaller men in his embrace.

“Kids! Boy, when you said that you needed help bad I think you might have underestimated a tiny bit.” He joked with a toothy smile as he moved to get a better look at his more-or-less willing captees of his affection. His expression softened even more at the face of Constantine, not the others could see.

“John, it’s so good to see you as well.” He said softly and ruffled both of their hairs, eliciting a laugh from his youngest and indignant pout from his fourth oldest who tried to swat the offending hand away.

“Whatever.” John growled but Phantom didn’t mind since he could see the blush caking his scratched up cheeks.

Now this drew his attention, both of his boys were in horrendous shape and he would do something about it after his job was completed. Looking at the blood willed sky no longer colored by his green and the burning wreckage that is this dimensions earth, he knew he didn’t have much time.

“I suppose we should get this over with then. You two better get back to the Keep after this, understood.” He stated and then was gone just like that.

Now that the oppressive feeling of death and power has left along with the godly being, every single one of the heroes present turned to the two for explanation. Marvel send a pleading look towards his brother, but John pointedly turned away and began to nurse his briefly forgotten drink which was now empty, damn you dad.

Discreetly gulping his nerves down he twirled to face his peers.

“Okay, let’s start with one question at a time please.”

This caused the floodgates to open and Zatara practically jumped him in his feverishness.

“You are a son of King Phantom? The King Phantom? I thought he was nothing more than a myth! A legend told through out several histories!”

As Marvel was trying to dislodge the man he was approached by Doctor Fate.

“I too held the believe that he was nothing more than a story to strike fear onto the forces of evil and to aspire heroes of both old and new. To think he was real this entire time.” He mused, and before Marvel could say anything, Flash barged in as well.

“And what about you John? This might be the first time I’ve seen any otherworldly being be happy to see you.” He pointed at the man who chose to wisely stay far behind.

“Fuck you too!” Shouts the offended man from the back. Even if it’s true doesn’t make it any less rude. And oh look here comes Batman.

“Enough! Marvel, explain.” He demands as he moves effortlessly to the front of the pack.

“Well… you see-” Marvel stammers as he tries under the pressure to come up with something to say but was thankfully saved by the sky shifting again.

As quick as a snap the red sky was returned to its blue color, signaling the King’s victory over his enemy. Marvel smiled widely and even John couldn’t stop a heavy sigh of relieve from escaping his mouth. Good old dad, always up to any task he comes across.

“Incredible.” Wonder Woman gasped, even Lantern had to give an impressed eyebrow at the instant change in atmosphere. And while everyone was distracted by his dad’s handiwork, Marvel shimmied his way to the grumpy magician who was in progress of making his getaway.

“I think we should continue this some other time, there’s a lot of cleaning up to do and me and my bro need to do a little house call. So bye!” He called out with a wave as he was crabbed and transported to their destination before anyone could stop them.

Others could do more than blink as Batman stewed in his place. In Lantern’s arms Superman began to stir.

“H-huh, what did I miss?”

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