#Brother please... Take this couch cushion

[hollandsangel]

voice | m. sturniolo

i had this idea a million years ago, please enjoy!!

summary: chris wonders if you can tell his and matt’s voice apart

warnings: super fluffy!! a bit suggestive at the very end, i’m questioning if it’s good or not

wc: 1.6k

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

“i call shower first!” you exclaim the second the garage door is open, sprinting past matt up the stairs to his bathroom.

“there’s three showers,” chris says matter-of-factly as you blow past him on the steps, holding a hand out in confusion.

matt sighs and follows behind you, passing chris as well, “yeah, but you don’t have to share,” 

you’re already on the mainfloor, running into matt’s bedroom to grab the change of clothes you’d left earlier.

“i’m so glad i don’t have a girlfriend,” chris mutters, earning a smack upside the head from nick, “jesus, fuck, what,”

“you’re just annoying,” nick says, deciding it’s a good enough explanation and getting a laugh out of matt.

“agreed,” matt’s still chuckling when they reach the kitchen table, setting down the take out the four of you had gotten on your way back to the house. he hears the water turn on in his bathroom, accompanied by the soft sound of your voice as you sing along to your music.

“oh she’s a nicki fan,” nick says to no one in particular, referencing the tik tok sound when he notices you’re listening to a nicki minaj song. 

matt looks up from the bag of food and laughs.

chris sinks into the couch but looks over at matt, arm slung over the cushions, “i wonder if she could tell our voices apart,” he says after a second. 

“what?” matt asks, thinking the question is mildy rediculous. 

“like do you think she could recognize your voice?” chris explains, wandering into the kitchen now. opening a pepsi and leaning up against the counter. 

nick chimes in now, having been fiddling with the vlog camera and battery, “like compared to you and me?” he asks chris, glancing back at matt as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’

“yeah,” chris nods.

“yeah, obviously she’d be able to tell my voice apart from yours,” matt is looking back at the food again, tone matter-of-fact, as if what he’d said was absolute common sense. 

chris is quiet for about half a second and matt thinks that’s the end of that absurd conversation. it isn’t, of course. 

“should we test it out?” chris asks through a sip of soda.

matt officially gives up on trying to set the food up, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before turning to chris, “and how are we gonna do that?”

chris shrugs, but nick has an idea, “chris, you could like, just go ask her for something, if you left something in the bathroom—“

“absolutely not,” matt shuts it down immediately with a shake of his head, “you're not going in the bathroom when my girlfriend is showering,”

“i won’t even go all the way in!! i’ll cover my eyes,” chris promises, but matt is still skeptical. “i’ll just like poke my head in the door and ask if i left like..a belt or some shit in there,” is chris’ next offer. 

matt sighs and thinks about it, weighing the pros and cons. of course you can tell his voice apart from his brothers…right? he’s making himself nervous, pysching himself out and worrying they all sound the same to you. it upsets him for some reason, he can’t quite decide why.

“fine,” he agrees after a beat of silence, convincing himself you know whis voice well enough to separate it from chris’, and if you can’t, he thinks he might actually feel a sick twinge of unjustified jealousy.

“yes,” chris mutters under his breath, always excited to pull a prank on anyone.

“this is definitely going in the vlog,” nick says, still messing with the camera and coming to sit at the kitchen table where matt is now.

“i can’t believe i agreed to this,” matt mumbles, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath. he stands from his seat and walks over to the wall where he can see the bathroom door, feeling some what protective, like he needs to supervise chris to make sure he doesn’t wander too far into the bathroom.

“what should i say?” chris turns back arms pulled in close to his body as if he’s nervous. he’s already grinning and trying to keep from laughing.

“ooh, call her sweetheart, matt always does that,” nick suggests, wiggling his brows in matt’s direction to tease him.

“oh my god,” matt groans softly, rubbing at his eyes, “i fucking hate you guys,”

“okay, i’m going in,” matt drops his hands at that, eyes on his brother immediately. chris puts a hand over his eyes, just as he said he said he would before knocking on the door. nick has the camera out to record and is trying to stifle his laugh in the collar of his hoodie.

at the sound of the knock matt hears your voice, calling out for him, no doubt thinking it’s him at the door. he has to cover his mouth, partly out of nerves but also to keep himself from saying anything.

“yeah,” chris starts, needing to take a second before continuing because he’s already making himself laugh. “yeah, sweetheart, did i leave my belt in here?” he asks, barely stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

“uhh, i think it’s in your bedroom?” you say after a slight pause, about to poke your head out from behind the shower curtain, but chris has already mumbled a ‘thanks’ and essentially sprinted out of the bathroom, closing the door and crumbling to the floor in giggles.

“you’re not fucking real,” matt shakes his head, laughing softly himself and pushing off the wall to go back to the kitchen table. he’s a bit bummed that you didn’t realize it wasn’t his voice, but he keeps that to himself.

nick pans the camera over to matt’s face, which seems expressionless, even with both his brothers cackling outside of the frame.

you come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, heading into matt’s bedroom to drop the clothes you’d changed out of. matt is instantly sitting back up, the legs of his chair scraping along the hardwood floors.

“ooh, someone’s pissed,” nick turns the camera to himself, eyeing the now closed door.

“that was too fucking good,” chris says after a deep breath, still recovering from laughing so hard. he pulls a chair out next to nick and the two start to explain what had happened to the camera, eyes flicking up to matt’s door every few seconds.

in the bedroom you’re putting your dirty clothes back into your bag when matt comes in, looking a little bit pouty, “hey baby,” you turn towards him, laughing at the slightly pathetic look he gives you, “what’s up?” you wonder.

“m’ tired,” he tells you, slumping up against you for a hug. you wrap your arms around him and rub his back, letting him lay his weight into you.

“we’ll eat and go to bed, yeah?” you give his back another little pat when he nods against you, “mkay, let’s go,” you kiss his cheek quickly, only to have him turn his head in search of a real kiss. you oblige of course.

nick and chris have already started eating and updating the vlog on their day when you and matt come out of the bedroom. matt joins them at the table but you head for the fridge to grab a drink. “oh, did you find your belt?” you ask matt, still digging around.

“what?— oh yeah” he mumbles, gaze turned down to his fries.

“okay good. by the way you sounded so much like chris when you came in— it freaked me the fuck out” you say with your head in the fridge, still searching for the diet coke you know you left inside the door, “did one of you drink my coke–”

“wait what?” matt’s head snaps up, food forgotten.

“hmm?” you turn around to find all three boys looking at you. nick’s mouth open in a half smile and chris clearly trying not to burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. matt’s just staring at you with eyes a little bit too wide before he speaks up.

“what do you mean i sounded weird?” he asks, leaning forward. you notice nick’s shut up about whatever he was saying to the camera earlier, pointing the lens at you now.

“i dunno, when you said sweetheart it just sounded super fucking weird— why are you guys looking at me like that–” you have to ask, feeling slightly weirded out by the intensity of their gazes

“i knew it!!” matt cheers, punching the air and doing a silly little dance as nick doubles over and starts hitting the table.

chris’ jaw drops and he presses his fingers into his eyes as he laughs next to his brother, leaning on him.

matt bounds over to you with a grin, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground slightly.

“whaaaat,” you giggle, clearly confused by their reaction. 

“it was me,” chris manages to say between bouts of laughter, “we– we were trying to see if you could tell our voices apart.”

“of course i can tell your voices apart, especially your voice,�� you turn towards matt, saying it like it should be obvious, like it’s silly they doubted you for even a second. 

matt’s just grinning at you, feeling a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest, “i knew you could,” 

“bullshit!” chris exclaims, both him and nick still leaning against each other as they laugh.

“he’s right, you were freaked the fuck out,” nick manages to say between giggles, “you watched chris like a fucking hawk when he opened the bathroom door,” he looks over at you, his smile contagious, “he was definitely freaked the fuck out,”

matt groans and drops his head against your shoulder. you brush your fingers through his hair and chuckle to yourself, “awe matt,” you coo, “i definitely know your voice, i’ll probably be hearing lots of it later anyways.”

tags ! @st4rswrld @urfavvev3lyn @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears @its-jennarose

[izumkay]

♡TANTRUMS♡

♡Synopsis♡- When Satoru returns home with your five-year-old daughter, she excitedly shares her day—only to drop an unexpected request. Seeing her friends with their little siblings, she decides she wants one too. Now, with wide, innocent eyes, she turns to you and Satoru, waiting for an answer neither of you were prepared for.

The moment Satoru steps inside, your five-year-old daughter clings to his leg, her face scrunched in deep contemplation. You barely get a chance to greet them before she stomps over, crossing her arms.

"Mommy," she starts, her tiny voice laced with determination. "I need a baby."

You blink. "A... baby?"

"Yes!" she whines, flopping onto the couch dramatically. "All my friends have little brothers or sisters! Hana, Yuto, even that meanie Reira! But me? I have nobody! It’s not fair!"

Satoru, unhelpfully, clicks his tongue. "Tough luck, huh? Must be lonely."

You shoot him a look, but he only shrugs, smirking. Meanwhile, your daughter sits up, her big, watery eyes locking onto you like a weapon. "Please? I’ll take care of them, I promise! I’ll share my toys and— and even let them play with my dolls!"

You sigh, kneeling beside her. "Sweetheart, having a baby isn’t that simple. It's a lot of responsibility."

"But I want one!" She throws herself back again, legs kicking against the cushions. "Daddy, tell Mommy!"

Satoru hums, rubbing his chin. "Well, love, if our little princess wants a sibling…" He turns to you, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Should we start working on it?"

You gape at him. "Satoru!"

"What?" He gestures at your daughter. "She has a solid argument. We should at least consider it."

Your daughter nods eagerly. "See?! Daddy agrees!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. This was going to be a long night.

You inhale deeply, gathering every ounce of patience in your being. "Sweetheart," you try again, voice soft, "having a baby isn’t just about wanting one. Babies cry a lot, need a lot of care, and—"

"I love babies!" she interrupts, sitting up on her knees. "I want to take care of one! I can do it, I promise!"

Satoru, the enabler, nods solemnly beside her. "She’s got a point. She’s very responsible."

You deadpan. "She once put her cereal bowl in the fridge because she thought it would turn into ice cream."

"Creative thinking," Satoru counters, completely unfazed.

Your daughter gasps, flailing dramatically. "Mommy, pleaseee!" Her tiny hands clutch at your arm, eyes glassy and pleading. "I’ll be the best big sister in the whole world! I'll teach them how to color and— and— I won’t even get mad if they mess up my toys!"

You raise a brow. "Really? You cried for an hour when your teddy bear fell on the floor."

She pouts, crossing her arms. "That was different."

Satoru leans back, arm draped over the couch as he watches, far too entertained. "Sounds like she’s pretty serious about this," he muses, grinning. Then, in a stage whisper, he adds, "And between us, I wouldn’t mind trying for another one…"

Your entire face heats up. "Satoru!"

"What?" He feigns innocence, winking at your daughter. "Mommy’s just shy. But don’t worry, princess, I’ll convince her."

Your daughter claps excitedly. "Yay! Daddy's the best!"

Oh, this was a conspiracy.

Satoru stretches, turning to you with a lazy grin. "So, sweetheart, what do you say? Want to give our little princess a teammate?"

You exhale slowly, pinching the bridge of your nose as your daughter bounces beside you, eyes wide with hope.

This was going to be an extremely long night.

You sigh, shaking your head as your daughter clings to your arm, eyes still wide with expectation. Satoru chuckles beside you, his amusement evident, but as you glance at him, his expression softens.

“Sweetheart,” you start gently, brushing a stray hair from your daughter’s face, “having a baby isn’t just about playing together. It’s a big responsibility, and Mommy and Daddy have to be ready too.”

Her lower lip trembles. “But I am ready…” she mumbles.

Satoru reaches over, ruffling her hair with a small smile. “You’d be the best big sister, no doubt about that,” he murmurs. “But sometimes, these things take time.”

She huffs, puffing her cheeks. “I don’t like waiting.”

Satoru gasps dramatically. “What?! My daughter—impatient? Impossible!” He tickles her side, making her giggle despite herself. “Wherever did you get that from?”

You shoot him a look. “Definitely not from me.”

He winks, but then his fingers find yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze. When you turn to him, he’s not teasing anymore—his gaze is steady, warm, and understanding.

“Hey,” he murmurs so only you can hear. “No pressure, alright? This is your choice too. If you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

Your heart melts at his sincerity.

You exhale, squeezing his hand back. “I know.”

Your daughter watches the silent exchange, then sighs dramatically before crawling into your lap, small arms wrapping around you. “Okay… but if I have to wait, can I at least have ice cream?”

Satoru gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. “A genius bargain! Negotiation skills on point!”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. “Fine. But only one scoop.”

Your daughter squeals in victory, and Satoru beams. “Guess it’s a win for everyone, huh?”

As he presses a kiss to your temple, his touch lingering just a little longer, you realize—no matter what the future holds, you’d never have to face it alone♡

A/N -I hope you liked this cute lil drabble that had been on my mind for a while🤭♡

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Divider credit!- @cafekitsune

[uramakimochi]

SHUT UP MOM

James Potter x Reader

WARNINGS: nothing just fluff, FEM!R but no use of Y/n, this is based on the tiktok trend, dilf!James + protective brother-in-law Sirius bc we love them, noVoldemort!au.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

"Harry are you sure?"

"I'm sure mom, after all, what could happen?"

You shrugged, looking at your son with a look of uncertainty.

"I don't know, darling... You're not the kind of person who would do that and i wouldn't want James to take it badly..."

"Mom" Harry said. "Knowing dad i honestly think he'll probably be too busy snogging you to care how i talk to you so i don't think our little prank will be successful"

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at his words and smiled sheepishly.

"Harry James Potter!"

Harry chuckled and before you could give him a little swat on the shoulder, he deftly dodged you and ran into the living room.

-

The little prank in question was born from Harry's simple curiosity, who one day was thinking about the love life of his beloved parents and wondered how his father would've reacted if he responded badly to his mother.

Harry's idea didn't seem particularly intelligent to you, but you still decided to play along since by now your curiosity about James' reaction had also been stimulated. So as you and your son agreed, on that same evening everything was ready.

The only thing you hadn't taken into account was the presence of Sirius and Remus, who had been invited to dinner by James at the last moment, but Harry wasn't discouraged.

At that moment, all of you were in the living room: you and James were sitting on the sofa next to each other, with his arm around your shoulders holding you close to him; Remus occupied the seat in the armchair and while he read the Daily Prophet, he also managed to listen to the conversation, occasionally interjecting and giving his opinion; Sirius, on the other hand, was smoking a cigarette standing at the window, since he preferred not to fill the room with the smell of smoke (you always told him that it wasn't a problem if he smoked in the house, but everyone knew arguing with Sirius was useless and so you let him do it).

While James and Sirius chatted animatedly, you noticed Harry coming down the stairs and that was your cue to start the prank.

"Harry, darling" you called, poking your head out of the couch cushion. "Could you set the table, please?"

"I can't, i have to write Ron and Hermione's letters" he said hastily, while pretending to look for what he needed to write letters to his friends.

"You can do it later" you replied calmly. "You could set the table first and then-"

"Mom shut up"

Harry interrupted you abruptly and so the bomb was dropped. Three voices rose immediately after his comment.

"I beg your pardon!?" James'.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Remus'.

"Oi!" Sirius'.

Harry thought it would've been fun to see James' reaction, but when he found the wide eyes of all three of the Marauders, plus yours, trained on him, he realized that maybe you were right and that this hadn't been a good idea.

In a split second, before you could even stop him, James jumped up and marched towards him. But what shocked you and Harry more was the fact that even Sirius himself had moved away from the window, after having put out the cigarette he hadn't even finished, to join James. Remus simply closed the newspaper and gave you a worried look, remaining silently seated in the armchair.

"Excuse me? Could you repeat that please?" James asked menacingly. "And could you also tell me where you learned that tone, because i know for a fact that none of the people in this room taught it to you, young man"

"Harry James Potter!" Sirius' voice boomed, coming to stand beside your husband. "If you think that just because i'm your godfather i'll let it slide after you talked to your mother like that, you're sorely mistaken"

Harry backed away hastily, intimidated by the two men who at that moment seemed not angry, but downright furious.

"Dad, Sirius-" he tried to say, but the latter interrupted him.

"Apologize to her" Sirius ordered, pointing a ringed finger at him and then pointing at your figure who was watching them from the sofa. "Now"

It was in that moment that you and Harry realized that the one in front of him was no longer his godfather, the chill and fun step-uncle who allowed him to do anything behind your and James' backs. In that instant, Sirius was your brother-in-law, the one who could be considered like James's blood brother and who had taken you under his wing since you had come into contact with the Marauders, loving and protecting you as if you were the sister he never had. And even though Sirius loved Harry as if he were his own son, there was no way he could let him act that way towards you. And James absolutely had no problems about it.

Harry swallowed nervously and James crossed his mighty arms, looking at him almost defiantly, as if he was waiting for Harry to have the courage to snap at you again.

But luckily for him, Harry heard your sweet voice echoing shyly in the living room.

"James, Sirius" you called, standing up. "It was a joke"

James and Sirius turned to look at you.

"What?" your husband asked, still not convinced.

You clasped your hands in front of you.

"It was a joke, honey. Harry and i planned it this afternoon. Don't get angry with him"

The two turned back to Harry.

"Is it true?" James asked again and you felt his tone of voice slightly relax.

Harry nodded frantically.

"I swear, dad. You know i'd never treat mom like that"

James and Sirius were silent for a few seconds until they let out breaths of relief.

"You're lucky, kid. Merlin's beard..." Sirius said, shaking his head with a small smile. "You almost gave me a heart attack, you know?"

"Harry" James called him back. "Why did you do that?"

While Sirius walked away taking another cigarette from his pack, deciding that it was ideal to release the tension that that prank had caused him, Harry lowered his gaze to the floor, embarrassed.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry. I just wondered how you would've reacted if i talked back to Mom. It was an innocent joke"

James let out a chuckle and ruffled his hair with one hand.

"An innocent joke, but a bit of a stupid one. And now you know that if you do it again, which i doubt because it's not like you, it will be Sirius you'll have to worry about, hm? But i won't be any less either"

All of you except Harry let out a small giggle and Sirius walked past you, leaving a quick kiss on your forehead, before lighting his new cigarette.

"If i ever hear you use that tone again, know that i will take away your title of my favorite nephew, my dear Harry" Sirius murmured, his lips tightened around his cigarette.

"But i'm your only nephew, Sirius" your son retorted, finally with a smile on his face too.

"And i'm proud of it" continued the other. "So don't make me change my mind, understood?"

You approached James and Harry and the latter gave you a hug, which you immediately returned, stroking his hair.

"For a moment i was afraid i was going to die" Harry whispered close to your ear and you giggled, pressing a kiss into his hair.

"Well!" James clapped his hands for attention. "Now as punishment, my dear son, you will set the table"

Harry nodded.

"Without using magic"

Harry groaned and it was at that moment that Remus stood up too.

"Come on Harry, i'll help you"

Harry gave him a grateful smile and after the two had moved towards the kitchen, James wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you with your back against his chest.

"My love, why do you always encourage him when he proposes those stupid things?" he murmured, turning his face to leave a few kisses on your cheek.

You smiled, clasping your hands over his.

"It's not my fault" you replied innocently. "You guys were like that too at his age, if not worse. He got everything from you"

"Mhh"

James mumbled something against your skin, probably to say it wasn't true, but you ignored him and exchanged a look with Sirius, who blew smoke out the window with an amused smile.

[dem0batz]

Rotten Right to the Core

Caleb x MC!Reader // Love and Deepspace

Author's Note: No thoughts, only Caleb's toxic ass behavior. This was shorter than I planned but sometimes the words lead you and not the other way around. Hope y'all still enjoy 😘 Summary: Caleb wants to feel you without any barriers. 🔞Content Warnings: Dead Dove, afab!MC, she/her MC, taboo (pseudo-cest), PIV, rough sex, edging, biting, protected sex until it’s not, dubcon (sexual coercion), possessive Caleb, spanking, Girlboss/Gaslight/Breeding Kink, hair pulling, putting it back in Word Count: ~1500 | Read on AO3 | Chapter List

Incoherent words fall from your mouth, muffled by the scratchy material of your grandmother’s couch while Caleb ruts into you from behind. Ever the one to take advantage of your time home alone together, your brother had you pinned to the cushion the moment you got home from a full day of classes at the Hunter’s Academy. You barely had time to for your bag to drop to the floor before his tongue was down your throat and he had you folded in half over the armrest. He’s been different since leaving for the Skyhaven base to train as a pilot. Caleb has always been the overprotective, obsessive type but now that you were no longer living under the same roof it was like he was trying to tattoo himself inside you whenever he was granted leave to visit home.

“This is just the welcome home I needed,” he groans.

His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling you back on his length with obscene wet slaps echoing off of the walls. Your body was already sore from the way he tossed you around like a rag doll, placing you in various positions and seeming unable to get enough. Heavy, firm balls slap against your puffy abused clit, teasing at an orgasm he had denied you over and over again until you felt on the verge of madness.

“Caleb, please!” you whine, voice pitched high and eyes full of tears.

A deep chuckle vibrates against your back as he pins you further with his chest.

It was borderline cruel the way he made you beg for release. You never understood why he insisted on drawing it out and tormenting the both of you, especially considering that more times than not you were on a time crunch to finish before Gran could catch the two of you. It was like he wanted to get caught, always pushing the limit further and further, seeing how close you could get to the sun without incinerating.

“You know just what I like to hear.” His warm breath is like silk against your eardrum. “I want something else from you, though.”

You don’t hesitate to answer, unable to bear the thought of waiting any longer.

“Anything.”

Caleb’s hand grips your jaw, pulling your gaze back to meet his until your neck aches from the strain. Danger flashes in his amethyst eyes.

“You have no sense of self-preservation, dear sister. You don’t even know what you’re asking for. But it’s too late to take it back.”

He bites your ear painfully as he continues to pump into you, teeth clamping hard while his tongue flicks at jewelry in your lobe. You cry out in a heady combination of pain and please, tightening around his erection.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he moans your name. His heavy cock falls out, leaving you dripping and clenching around nothing as a pitiful plea escapes your lips. “Stop being a whiny brat. You’ll get what you want. Take the condom off.”

That snaps you out of your tormented, blissed out haze, shocking you to your core.

“What do you mean, take it off—”

As you push up on one arm to turn around and face him, you collapse onto your chest once more as Caleb pushes you down and pins your arm behind your back. His hand encircles yours in deceptive softness as he guides your fingers to the tip of his hard cock to pinch the latex.

“What I mean… is take it off, pip,” he repeats.

“B-but we don’t… not without…” you grapple for understanding as responsibility pushes through your lust-filled brain.

“Yeah, well I wanna feel you. All of you. Without anything between us.”

You hesitate, knowing it would be an incredibly irresponsible thing to do. You just got into the academy and were top of your class. Before long you would be assigned to a squad at the Association, something you’ve dreamed of doing since you saw Hunters fighting off Wanderers on the broadcast as a little girl.

Caleb must sense your hesitation. Soft lips press to your cheek, a trail of soothing kisses pecking lovingly against the skin. The hand not currently wrapped around your own dips between your thighs as he starts to swirl your swollen clit. Still sensitive from the constant edging, your mind swims as your forehead falls to the cushion to stop the room from spinning. His touch is light, gentle even as your brother’s calming voice soothes you like a balm.

“I know this is new for us and you’re nervous, but it hurts that you don’t trust me to take care of you.”

“It’s not—”

“You have the implant—”

“How do you know tha—” you ask, but he cuts you off again.

“And I’ll pull out. I promise.” A soft sigh falls from his lips as he starts to pump against your hand that was still gripping him. “Just need to feel you.”

You never knew how to tell him no when he gets like this, all soft and sweet even if it never lasted.

“I-I—you promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“…okay,” you give in, body going pliant in his hold.

Pinching the latex, you start to tug. Caleb pulls back to give you space to work the condom down his length with a snap!

“There’s my sweet girl,” he praises.

Releasing your arm, he grabs himself to swipe the sticky bare head through your soaked folds with a hiss. Up and down over and over again as it keeps bumping your clit in a maddening tease. Just when you think he’s never going to put you out of your misery, he slides in with a single deep, hard thrust that takes the air from your lungs.

“Caleb!” you cry out just as he lets out a loud quivering groan.

Hand pressing against his abdomen you attempt to make him ease up. But just like before when you tried to stop him, he traps your arm against your lower back while his long cock bruises your cervix. His hips regain the brutal pace it had before the condom came off, the skin-to-skin contact making his glide through your walls much easier. Despite your pleas for him to slow down, you gush around the intrusion.

“I know you like it soft and sweet, pip-squeak, but you also like when I just take what’s mine. Don’t you?”

His hand cracks across your ass, leaving behind a sting that has you grinding your teeth. Head shaking in denial, Caleb lands another smack across the sensitive flesh followed by another and another.

“Don’t lie to me. I can feel your cunt squeezing the life out of me every time I do.”

“No—”

Crack!

“Want to try that again?”

“Caleb!”

Crack!

“Just tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

Like a carrot dangling in front of a horse, you give, desperate for the release. Your muffled response gets lost in the cushion. Fingers thread through the base of your neck, pulling at your roots until your face is unobstructed.

“Say it again,” he demands, panting harshly into your ear.

He was just about as far gone as you at this point.

“I like it,” you mewl, not having the strength to deny it any longer.

Your body was starting to grow heavy and you didn’t have much left to give.

“Like what? Use your big girl words.”

You loved hated when he did this. He was a total sadist sometimes. Face heating to an unbearable degree, you rush out a response.

“I like it when you take what’s yours.”

“You love it when I take what’s mine,” he corrects.

“I love it when you take what’s yours,” you repeat between high pitched moans.

You would give him anything he wanted right now if he would just give you what you needed. Your dignity was long gone, that ship having sailed years ago when it came to him.

“Now tell me you want my cum.”

“Caleb,” you hyperventilate, on the verge of tears again at his constant teasing.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweet girl. Almost there, I promise. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cum.”

“Whose cum?”

“My brother’s…” you murmur, knowing exactly what the pervert wants to hear.

Caleb always did want what he wasn’t supposed to have, you above all.

“Yeah? You want your big brother’s cum? Well, who am I to deny a pretty girl her request.”

Fingers pinch your clit, the mere touch enough at this point to make you go blind with pleasure. Your abdomen tightens and your ears ring almost painfully as you’re overcome with your release. You barely even notice when Caleb pulls out with a growl and wetness coats both holes between your legs. The moment seems to go on forever until he finally releases you, allowing you to collapse face-first into the couch with your heart pounding against your ribcage.

Grabbing his still stiff cock, Caleb swipes it through the mess he made of your ass and pussy, gathering the sticky release together on the tip.

So out of it, you don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late.

Caleb slides back into your abused, tender hole with slow intentional deep strokes.

“Caleb!” you scold, so depleted of energy that your protest comes out as a pathetic mumble.

“I kept my promise, babygirl. I pulled out. Do you think Gran would be mad if we made her a grandma again?”

“You’re a jerk,” your swat lands against his naked hip with a smack as he laughs at your expense.

[dailynnt]

「RISK TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES AND THUNDER」

❱❱ Summary: After a too-loud party and a few too many cocktails, you calls brother to take you home. But instead of Yoongi, his friend Jungkook arrives, with a dangerous look, double piercings, and a voice that makes everything inside you burn. Your've known each other for a long time, but have always kept their distance, due to your brother's tacit prohibition. But the forbidden feelings between you two collides when Jungkook kiss you to avoid the attention of the police. And when they drive away you two can't stop.

❱❱ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

❱❱ Age restrictions: 18+

❱❱ Size: one shot

❱❱ Tags: Jungkook!biker, friend's best brother, alcohol, nightclub, angst elements, forbidden feeling, sexual tension, swear words, illegal weapons, JK breaks the law? smut, explicit content, detailed description intimate scenes, dom!jk/sub!oc, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

❱❱ From author: So a new story! Gosh girls, I've been dreaming of posting this story for three days, but something kept getting in the way 😬 Today we celebrate Easter, and I still managed to escape from the guests to post this. In any case, I wish all Christians a happy Easter! Happiness and boundless sincere love to all of you 🐇✨ And of course, I really, really hope that you will like this story which not at all for the holiday 🤭

❱❱ Dedication: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @ggingerismm, @kooko009 for you, my most favorite babies 🥰

❱❱ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be inaccuracies, mistakes in the text and strange sentences so please be lenient with me 🥹😬 Please have protected sex ☝🏻

Loud music filled every inch of the club. The pulsation of the bass thumped right into your chest, mixing with the bitter aftertaste of the cocktail on your lips. In the red light that made its way through the smoke, you felt dizzy. The smell of the smoke made your stomach twist with obsessive nausea. You had been drinking a lot and dancing hard on the dance floor, and that's what made you feel so bad.

Your friends were still dancing, and you were already in the bathroom, standing by the sink, leaning your hands on the edge. Your face was slightly wet with water, and the cold liquid brought you back to your senses.

You picked up the phone and dialed your brother's number.

"Hello, Yoongi-oppa?" the voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Mmm? Where are you?" his even voice came through the receiver. Quiet, a little tired.

"Hongdae, at ‘V!be 51’, with the girls, I told you I was going. But... I don't feel good. I think I had a little too much to drink. Can you pick me up, please? I don't want to go alone - some assholes have already approached me twice."

"Dammit…" he muttered under his breath. "I’m on the other side of Seoul right now. I went to Songcheon. The ‘Burning Tempo’ organizers are driving me crazy because the equipment is acting up. It keeps crashing, I’m fixing it right now. I won’t be able to come, I need to finish this or we won’t make it before the festival starts."

You sighed in frustration.

"Okay, I'll take a taxi..." you mumbled into the phone.

"Wait, I know Jungkook is supposed to be at the Hongdae today, I'll call him now. He'll pick you up."

"Jungkook?" your heart skipped a beat. Your reaction to that name had been the same since you met your brother's friend. "Oops, don't bother, I'll take..."

"No," your brother interrupted, "No taxis. If you go out to wait for that taxi, some other assholes might come up to you. And Jungkook will take you home and I'll be calm that he will be with you," Yoongi said decisively. You won't be calm with Jungkook by your side. But your brother was determined, and you seemed to have no choice.

"Okay, oppa. I'll wait for him," you agreed in a tortured voice. Yoongi told you to wait at the club and that Jungkook would call you to come out.

You sat on a cushioned couch at the side of the dance floor, among your friends, but you felt a little disconnected. Your fingers were mindlessly scrolling through the feed on your phone, although you were really only waiting for one thing: a call from Jungkook. His name kept popping into your head over and over again, each time making your stomach clench with a wave of nervous anticipation.

Jungkook was your brother Yoongi's friend, four years younger than he, but inscribed in his life as if they had known each other forever. Yoongi had his own inseparable group of six friends with whom he went through school, student parties, and sleepless nights of music.

It all started with Jin - they were like fire and ice, but they always stuck together. The university added new faces: Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung. Music became their language, their common heartbeat. They recorded in the same studio, hung out at festivals, and jammed for hours at night, as if time ceased to exist.

Jungkook appeared later, the youngest of them all, but he immediately fit in as if he had always been part of their circle. Jimin came along with him-they had been inseparable since childhood. The company turned into a real brotherly pack, close, loyal, where everyone has each other's back.

However, you were never a full-fledged part of their company, despite your very warm relationship with your brother. Yoongi made it clear to the boys from the very beginning that anyone who tries to get close to you will have to deal with him. You are forbidden territory for all of them.

His overprotection was annoying. Every guy who showed interest in you disappeared sooner or later, either because of Yoongi’s passive aggression or his direct interference, so now you're alone.

But it was different with Jungkook.

You fell in love with him from the first time you met him. He was completely your type, and that slight dangerous vibe from his biker image-with the double piercing in his lip and the sleeve of tattoos on his arm-was like a magnet for you. But you were even more attracted to his character - a little self-confident, a little warm, with the same inner strength that attracted you more than any image.

You didn't talk much, only in the moments when Yoongi took you with him to a party together, or he came to visit your house with other guys. Occasionally, when Jungkook needed your brother urgently, he would call you and you would have a short conversation on the phone.

Jungkook liked to make fun of you, and you always had something to say to him in return. But there was always something more behind those jokes. Your eyes always stayed on him a little longer than they should. And when he laughed at you, you laughed back, hiding the trembling inside.

But you've noticed that Jungkook's behavior has changed lately. It was after your trip to the Busan festival, when you were camping at the campground, that you confused Yoongi's shirt with Jungkook's and wore it overnight, just to be comfortable. It was hot, so you wore nothing else.

In the morning, when you were going to the shower, you accidentally bumped into Jungkook. He immediately recognized the his T-shirt you were wearing. You mumbled an embarrassed apology and promised to wash it and return it. But he reassured you and told you that you could keep it.

You noticed his appraising look and wanted to run away as fast as possible, and when you were about to do so, Jungkook came a little closer and said that no one would have looked better on that shirt than you.

From that moment on, everything changed.

His jokes became more frequent. They became more playful... more frank. But of course he did this when Yungi wasn't around. You couldn't believe that it was a courtship. Because Jungkook knew how it could end. He knew that your brother would not forgive him for even a look that lasted longer than it should.

So when Yoongi told you that Jungkook was coming, you felt that familiar tremor inside you that you felt every time he was mentioned.

The phone vibrated in your hands just as you were about to put all your thoughts aside and plunge back into your social media feed.

On the screen, you see Jungkook's name and a message in Kako-talk:

11.47pm | JK: "I'm here tiny. My bike, right in front of the sign."

You text him back:

11.47pm | You: "I'm coming"

You stood up, said goodbye to the girls, and went to the exit. You stepped out into the night air, which barely gave off the warmth of the asphalt heated during the day. It was summer outside, but night was cool.

You walked swaying slightly, and that stupid nausea didn't go away.

You spotted him right away.

Jungkook stood leaning on his bike, looking like he was on the cover of a magazine - a black leather jacket over a gray T-shirt that stretched over his lean body, dark jeans that were slightly worn, and chunky biker boots. He had his hood pulled down slightly over the back of his head, and his silver earrings and lower lip piercing glistened in the light of the sign.

Instinctively, you slowed down for a few seconds-not to look at him, no... just to collect yourself. So as not to give away that you are already burning from the inside from the mere sight of him. And the alcohol in your blood intensified the secret feelings that you usually hid.

His gaze immediately caught yours. And before his eyes met yours, they instantly ran all over your figure.

Today you chose a loose, short skirt made of thick, dark graphite-colored fabric, a white shirt with casually rolled up sleeves, and a black leather jacket on top. You wore chunky black platform boots that added a bit of daring. You put your hair in a loose bun, with a few strands in the front stretched out and falling over your face. Your makeup was light, with no lipstick.

Jungkook smiled slightly, but somehow... in his own way. This smile made you even more nervous.

"What, tiny, is the party so boring that you're going home at such a childish hour?" he called out, not hiding his pleasure at your appearance.

You walked over and stopped a few steps away from him. Your lips reflexively turned up in a smile similar to his.

"Oh, I'd hang out more, but I'm nauseous, and I don't think those cocktails are my kind of drink," you said. Jungkook gave a short laugh. His tongue touched the rings in his lip and you just couldn't help but stare at it. And Jungkook, in turn, glanced down at your skirt and slender legs.

"Will it be okay for you to ride on a bike in this?" he nodded his head at your legs, not taking his eyes off your hips. You looked down as if you had forgotten that you were wearing a short skirt. After evaluating it, you shrugged and said casually.

"Yeah, what's the big deal?"

Jungkook playfully raised one eyebrow and replied, still smiling.

"Aren't you afraid that half of Seoul will see your thong?"

You froze for a split second, caught off guard by his words. And then, accepting his another game, you answered.

"You know I wear a thong? Did you go through my wardrobe while I was away?"

Jungkook snorted slightly, tilting his head to the side, and slowly ran his fingers along the top edge of the bike seat, as if fighting hard not to answer even more brazenly.

"No, tiny, I just imagined..." he looked down at you, his eyes darkening slightly, "...and for some reason it's so easy for me."

This made you give him a fake angry look, but your cheeks gave you away - they were already covered with a hot blush that you couldn't hide even in the dim light of the night sky.

"You shouldn't fantasize so much, biker. Come on, take me home, I really feel suck," you muttered, trying not to smile, and at that moment you came closer to get on the bike.

You straightened your skirt a little, sat down carefully, trying to do it with as much dignity as possible-which, of course, was not easy in these conditions. But Jungkook gallantly reached out his hand, holding your waist, and said, coming close so that you could hear him clearly, over the noise of the cars and the chatter of people around the club.

"You know, if I weren't such a gentleman, I wouldn't be looking to the side right now. But I am a polite guy. Well, tonight."

"Polite?" you snorted, "That doesn't fit with your 'thong' comments."

"I have a multifaceted personality, don't forget, I'm a golden makne" he winked and, without taking his hands off your waist, handed you a helmet. "Put it on and hold on tight. Especially in the turns, and try not to get knocked out at the road."

"Then you should ride more calmly, not like you're going to kill me."

Jungkook bit his lip piercing as he smiled, then pulled his helmet over his head.

"I don't know what it's like to ride a bike 'calmly'. But if you suddenly feel nauseous, tell me and I'll stop," he said as he sat in front and started the bike. The powerful roar of the engine was loud and vibrated in your chest.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, and you felt the warmth of his body even through the layers of his clothes. The bike moved off, gently picking up speed.

You were already in your neighborhood. It was only a 10-minute ride home, but you felt like your head was spinning. Your stomach felt heavy and your nausea was getting worse. You hugged Jungkook tighter, wanting to rest your head on his shoulder or back, but you held yourself back. Your hands unconsciously clutched the fabric of his T-shirt, and suddenly, over the sound of the engine and the noise from road, you heard his voice.

"Hey, tiny, are you alive up there?" he notice you were getting sick.

"I dying, without showing any sign of it," you said as loud as you could so he could hear.

"Are you feeling sick? Should I stop?" he asked, and you felt that subtle concern that he could voice like no one else.

"I'm nauseous, but I don't think I'm going to vomit. I feel dizzy," you admitted. Jungkook did not answer. He pulled off the road into a narrow private-sector street and after driving for a while stopped at a convenience store.

Jungkook turned off the engine and put the bike on a kickstand. He took off his helmet, and his hair was tousled. Jungkook got off the bike and turned to you. Without a word, he took off your helmet and easily, almost weightlessly, as if it were absolutely forbidden, smoothed out your hair.

"Stay outside, I'll buy you some water," he said, hanging your helmet next on his.

"Won't the water make me sick?" you asked.

Jungkook blinked, and then started looking for something in his jacket pockets.

"Only if it is whiskey with the flavor of spring water," he said jokingly, and his voice calmed your inner panic a little.

He headed for the store, and you stayed siting on the bike, taking a few deep breaths. The air was humid, full of the smell of the night city, and somewhere far away from the horizon you heard a dull rumble of thunder.

You raised your head. Heavy, dark clouds began to gather over the rooftops, covering the moon. A light wind began to blow - not sharp, but already tangible enough to ruffle the strands of your hair that had fallen out of the bun. The city seemed to hold its breath for a moment, waiting for the downpour that was about to hit.

Jungkook walked out of the store at a brisk pace, holding a bottle of water, clear and pink in color. You immediately noticed the strawberries on the label. In his other hand he held a chewing gum with the same flavor.

"Here, drink this, it's cold. It will help reduce nausea." he said, handing you a bottle of soda with strawberry juice. You smiled slightly as you took the bottle. You took a few sips, watching as he sneaks a piece of gum into his pocket and pulls out a new pack of cigarettes.

He quickly lights a cigarette, shielding from squally wind. The flame lit his face for a moment, and you watched him stealily, fascinated, as he took the first deep drag and exhaled the smoke. His eyes slid over your face, as if to check if you were really feeling better.

"How are you feeling?" he asked briefly.

You took another sip and answered.

"I'm still a little dizzy," you answered honestly.

"We're going to sit for a while and I'm going to drive you home," he looked up as he heard another roll of thunder, "shit, it looks like it's going to rain, the main thing is to get you home before the storm starts, otherwise you'll be showing Seoul not only your thong but what's under your shirt." he smiled slyly and you rolled your eyes. Jungkook pressed the filter of his cigarette to his lips, and you couldn't ignore the gesture.

"Is it my thong that's bothering you so much?" you asked, sounding angry. Jungkook looked down at your skirt and then at you, exhaling a thick puff of smoke, and you felt the smell of tobacco fill your nostrils.

"You nailed it!" he said in a low voice, "what color are you wearing today?"

Jungkook caught you again, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. It was hard to compose yourself right away, but you did.

"Really? You want to know what color my thong is?" you asked, your voice playful and protesting at the same time. Jungkook nodded, smiling cheekily. He shook off the ash, revealing the orange ring that was on the tip of his cigarette. "What do you think?" you asked again, instead of answering.

Jungkook shook his head, looking down at your legs again, which were peeking out from under your skirt, and then looked back up at you, taking another drag.

"I think... black," his voice was hoarse, from the smoke and that predatory smile on his lips. You laughed, shaking his head in denial. How did you both end up discussing the color of your thong? If Yoongi could hear you now, you'd both were killed.

"You’re wrong, I'm wearing white," you said. You took a sip of your soda and the taste of strawberries was pleasant on your tongue. Jungkook exhaled cigarette smoke, looking at you carefully. He did his best to hide the desire that shone in his eyes when you told him the color of your underwear. Jungkook wanted to check, he wasn't used to taking a word for it.

"Is your bra white too?" he asked.

"I'm not wearing a bra, I'm wearing a top," you said shortly.

Jungkook smiled at the very corners of his lips, and slowly, without rushing, took another drag. The cigarette in his fingers lit up again, and you couldn't stand it and looked away, hiding your smile.

"So, no clasps," he muttered, almost to himself, as if he was imagining pulling that top off of you.

You snorted, swallowing your laughter.

"Are you planning to smoke and voice your fantasies out loud for a long time, or shall we go?"

Jungkook threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it under the soles of his heavy boots. He took a strawberry-flavored gum from his pocket. He unpacked the package and took two pillows and put them in his mouth.

"Wants one?" he asked you innocently, coming up to you. You silently stretched out your hand, and your heart was pounding inside because he ignored your words about fantasizing in the hearing. You took the gum into your mouth and chewed it several times, not taking your eyes off the person who gave it to you. The sweet tease of strawberries - it seems to be his favorite flavor. Now you will always associate it with Jungkook.

Jungkook looked at you for a moment longer, and then his eyes shifted up above your head. His brows drew together slightly, and his face took on a tense expression. You heard a car pull into the parking lot. You wanted to check who Jungkook was looking at so intensely, but before you could turn your head, you felt Jungkook's hand on your knee. He pushed your legs apart and stood between them, taking your face in his hands.

You were frozen, not realizing what was happening. He leaned toward you, stopping his face a few centimeters from yours.

"Play along, tiny. Pretend we're a couple and kiss me as passionately as you can."

Before you could react or ask any questions, his lips were on yours. Hot, soft, moist, with a subtle flavor of strawberry gum and tobacco. Your whole body was hit by a wave of electricity, and it was as if fireworks went off in your head. His fingers held your face gently, as if you were something fragile, and the kiss... God, that kiss was something you dreamed about at night.

Your heart was pounding in your throat. You closed your eyes and moved forward, responding. The sound of thunder in the distance merged with what was happening in your body, with lightning under your skin, with a storm somewhere between your ribs.

When the store door opened and someone walked in, Jungkook pulled you even closer to him, as if you were really his. His fingers slid down to your neck, and he slowly broke the kiss without taking his eyes off you. Barely audible, his lips left yours, and you both froze for a moment. You quickly glanced toward the store and noticed two men dressed in police uniforms.

"What are you...?" you whispered, not yet fully recovered.

"Police, tiny. They like to look at my bike and my trunk... I'd could to talk to them today, but I have something under the seat they mustn’t see," his voice was calm, even a little hoarse after the kiss.

Your eyebrows flew up.

"Something... that they shouldn't see?" your voice trembled not from fear, but from the excitement that was surging through your body.

Jungkook leaned closer, and you felt his lips touch your neck. One kiss. Then another. Hot, slow, deliberate. Your body melted in his touch. His lips moved up - behind your ear - and something clicked inside you. Your legs felt like cotton wool, and at the same moment you felt him press his hips into you. His arousal was undeniable.

You barely forced yourself to speak.

"What exactly are you hiding under there... under the seat?" your voice was breathy, almost unlike your own. Jungkook's lips almost touched your ear as he mumbled.

"Unregistered weapon."

You almost screamed, something between surprise and adrenaline rush clenching your insides. But he kissed you again, this time more deeply, passionately, hungrily. His tongue rushed into your mouth, and his hands went to your hips. For a moment, everything disappeared - the sky, the thunder, the police... Everything but him.

When the police left the store, he continued to kiss you, and at some point he pulled away and whispered into your lips.

"Put your legs around me," you did as he asked without objection, thus pressing him closer. You felt his hard cock pressing into your wet pussy.

The policemen stood in the street and then got into their car and drove away. You don't know if they were looking at you or if they wanted to come, but the result was what Jungkook needed.

The police drove away, but he didn't even think about moving away from you. His body continued to press against yours, which was sitting on the bike seat. His eyes did not move away, they looked at you as if you were already his. Completely.

"What are you even doing? Why are you transferring an unregistered weapon?" you finally asked, not hiding the tremor in your voice. Now, not only from the kisses, but a lot of questions were bubbling up in your head.

Jungkook raised one eyebrow, smirking.

"You’re such a curious," he murmured, eyes flicking down to your lips. "Makes me wonder… are you just as curious when it comes to sex, hmm, darling?" His voice was soft, teasing — laced with a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine. Yet you held his gaze.

"I am... very curious," you whispered, answering two questions at once. You gulped down the dry air, feeling the words tumble out of your mouth.

Jungkook laughed. Quietly, deeply, with that predatory note you recognized. He leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours as he murmured.

"Yoongi-huyng will probably throw me in front of a train... but, damn it, I want to fuck you so bad."

And at that moment, your skin burst into flames. The words hadn't even fully sunk in yet, and your body had already given itself away, with the throbbing in your lower abdomen, the heavy breathing, the dilated pupils.

"I want you to fuck me, too," you confessed, clutching his T-shirt in your hands. Jungkook thrust his hips, knocking the air out of your lungs, and then his lips brushed against yours. A quick, demanding kiss. He kissed you, tasting every pad of your lips.

"Where do you want me to take you - to my place or to yours?" his voice sounded hoarse, with a greedy note. His hands explored your thighs steadily, slowly. He had already made sure that you were wearing only a thin thong under your skirt, and it was driving him crazy.

"To yours," you answered, almost without thinking, just trusting your senses.

His eyes sparkled with fire. And although he didn't say anything, the smile that touched his lips was so... triumphant. As if he had just won the jackpot.

His house was nothing like you had imagined. You had always seen him as a rebel, a cocky, slightly poor biker who lived in some cheap apartment with peeling walls. But instead...

You were greeted by a spacious loft with panoramic windows, a concrete ceiling, modern lighting, and a collection of rare music records on the shelf. The kitchen looked like something out of a cooking show, and the bathroom looked like something out of a spa.

There was a huge leather sofa in the corner, and a half-wall-sized TV mounted on the wall.

You stood in the middle of the living room, genuinely surprised.

"You... live here... alone?"

Jungkook put his helmet on the side table, ran his hand through his hair, and nodded.

"Sometimes with Jimin. But he got his own place lately. So... alone."

You look around once more, feeling a kind of admiration build up inside you. This place was stylish, masculine, and... expensive. Very expensive.

"So it turns out you're rich?" you couldn't help but ask directly.

He took off his shoes, took off his jacket, and threw it somewhere else. He shrugged his shoulders as he turned to you, and then walked past to the kitchen. You also took off your outerwear, kicked off your shoes, and followed him.

"I'm not poor." he said, taking something from the fridge.

His eyes sparkled as he handed you a can of beer. You took it, but did not drink it. Your nausea hadn't gone away, and you didn't want to make yourself sick. You put the can down and looking around the kitchen.

Jungkook took three big gulps, savoring the taste of the beer out loud. He put the bottle on the table and slowly walked over to you. His hands touched your hips and then slid down to your waist. Before you knew it, you were between his body and the kitchen table. His breath was on your neck.

"You know..." he murmured, almost casually, but with that special masculine note that made everything inside you shrink. "I've been thinking... Yoongi-hyung is watching you like the apple of his eye. And as far as I know, he doesn't let anyone else get near you."

You squeezed his shoulders slightly, giving him access to your neck. He touched your skin and the throbbing between your legs intensified.

"So?" You sighed, enjoying his kisses. He lightly bit your skin, leaving a mark, and then licked the place where he bit.

Jungkook pulled away from your neck and came closer to your lips. He bit your lips briefly and then asked.

"So... did you have something with someone?"

Before you could recover from his question, he kissed you again. This time with his tongue. He pressed his leg between yours, making you more and more excited. Your thigh felt his hard cock.

"It was," you replied as he reluctantly parted your lips. He raised one eyebrow and asked breathing directly into your lips. His palms went down to your hips and up your skirt. He found your buttocks and squeezed them hard.

"Who?" he asked, quietly, with undisguised curiosity in his voice. "Who was your first?"

Jungkook pulled up the edge of your thong and you unconsciously held your breath. This is really happening. And Jungkook is definitely going to fuck you tonight.

"Junho," you answered as quietly as he did, as if you might wake someone up.

"Was that the basketball player?" he asked as he with wrapped the elastic of your underwear around his finger.

"That's him, the one I introduced to Yoongi-oppa when you all came to our party."

He slowly began to pull your thong down. You were breathing fast and raggedly. It was hard to control yourself. He pulled your panties up to the top of your thighs, and then they fell down to your ankles. Jungkook stepped back half a step and looked down.

"Really white," he said with a smile, and then almost instantly turned to you, pressing his body against you again. "He was lucky to take your virginity, it was my wish," Jungkook admitted. His hand slowly went back under your skirt. You could feel the cool air caressing your wet folds. And then his fingers touched them. He parted your labia and pressed on your clit.

You closed your eyes, holding back a moan. He moved his fingers, smearing your wetness. His fingers dipped into your passage, making you moan against his lips. He smiled against your lips, pleased with your reaction.

"How many times did he fucks you?" Jungkook asked you. He fucked you with his finger, asking you about your first and so far only sexual partner. You didn't understand why he wanted to know, but you saw no reason not to answer.

"I don't know..." you said, your breath ragged and your mouth dry. "A few times."

Jungkook added another finger and plunged them deeper into you. He pressed his lips to your neck, kissing it so that he would definitely leave marks. You felt a slight stab of pain as he sucked on your tender neck.

"Did you like it? Was he good in bed?"

Your eyebrows knit together slightly, fighting the sensations of Jungkook's fingers and lips. You still didn't understand why he was asking you about Junho.

"I liked it, but I never came from his cock, only from his fingers and tongue," you answered honestly. Your cheeks were rosy pink with growing excitement, but it got even hotter when Jungkook turned to you with a surprised expression. He stopped his fingers that were deep inside you. His gaze was frozen on your face. You stood in the semi-darkness of the kitchen, both of you breathing rapidly, heavily. His fingers were still inside you, hot, strong.

"Not even once?" he wondered, with a hint of shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that someone could touch you and not made you come .

"Yes..." you repeated, barely audible, unable to withstand his gaze. And then he stretched out his fingers, licked one slowly, without taking his eyes off yours, and then he scoffed softly, it made your skin crawl:

"I guess I'll be your first real..."

His lips touched yours with a new eagerness, not like before. He kissed you with hunger, with fury, with a promise that made your heart skip a beat. His arms tightened around your waist again, lifting you up lightly, and your buttocks felt the cold edge of the kitchen table.

He spread your legs, pulling up your skirt so that your pussy was in his field of vision. His eyes slid down your body, slowly, as if he wanted to memorize every detail. Then he leaned down to your breast and lightly bit your nipple through your clothes. Your breathless moan escaped your lips before you could think.

"I want you to come looking me in the eye," he whispered, raising his head, "so you remember who it was with for the first time for real."

You clenched around his shoulders as he plunged fingers into you again - steady, precise. This time, the rhythm was ruthless, each stroke exactly where you felt the most pleasure. With his free hand, he pulled off his T-shirt, and you saw the muscles on his chest play. He was beautiful. Perfectly.

"I'm going to make you forget his name," he whispered as you drowned in his kisses again.

He sank even lower, as if worshipping you. His breath burned your most sensitive spot, and you shivered. He put his hands on your hips.

Jungkook took his time. At first, his lips just touched your folds, barely. Then again. And then again. His tongue slid between the folds-slowly, insistently-forcing you to arch toward him. He played with your aroused clit, which ached with throbbing. But as soon as his tongue pressed lightly, the pain gave way to pleasure.

Jungkook sucked on your center and as he tongued you in, you thought you were going to go crazy. You arched to meet him, moaning above his head.

Jungkook let go of your clit, but he didn't go far away. Your pussy was right in front of his face.

"Fuck, you're so sweet, tiny, if I'd known earlier, I wouldn't have let that Junho touch you. I’m took you all to myrself," he said, looking up at you. You smiled, but it was more shy. You wouldn't have minded if he took you before Junho did, either.

Jungkook slammed into your center again, and you moaned as you felt the orgasm coming. But your sweet moans were interrupted by a ringing phone. Your phone was ringing in the jacket you'd left at the door. You fidgeted, clutching Jungkook's hair on hand.

"It's probably... Yoongi-oppa," you assumed, breathing heavily. "I can't... if he hears my voice..." you were panting from Jungkook's skill and about to come. He let go of your pussy and straightened up of you. You were disappointed that Jungkook didn't finish what he started. Your phone stopped ringing.

"If it was him, he'll call me now," Jungkook said as he licked his lips with the remnants of your cum. As soon as he finished his sentence, his phone rang in the back pocket of his jeans. Jungkook walked over to you, bit your lips. He pulled out his phone. Your brother's name was over the screen: "Yoongi-hyung." Jungkook picked up the phone.

"Yoongi-ya?" his voice was fun. He touched your clit, caressing it. You bit your lip, and squeezed his shoulders, stopping yourself from moaning.

"Jungkook-ah, where are you?" your brother's voice was clearly audible through the speaker of Jungkook's phone. You had to be very quiet.

"At home, Hyung, what happened?"

"Did you bring Y/N home? I've been calling her for a while and she's not picking up," your brother was worried. You fought the oncoming orgasm. Yoongi's voice made you feel like a criminal. Jungkook was caressing your clit without regret, and he spoke as if he hadn't done what he was doing now.

"I dropped her off half an hour ago. She was a little pale, she said she was going to sleep." Jungkook lied looking at you and smiling silently. You bit lip that your brother wouldn't hear you, because you were on the verge. "I think she's just sleeping."

"Thank you. It seems she really to be sleeping, I'll call her in the morning. What about you?"

"Oh, I was going to rest," Jungkook continued his lie. You couldn't hold back any longer, and with a few strokes of his fingers, you came on Jungkook's finger. He felt your clit twitching and squeezed it between his two fingers, prolonging your orgasm.

"Did you get the goods?" asked Yoongi. You were under the wave of orgasm and didn't immediately pay attention to your brother's question.

"Yes, I did. It's in my trunk, I'll go show Namjoon tomorrow," Jungkook replied. Before you could recover from your orgasm, you felt Jungkook plunge his fingers into your passage, but this time not two but three. You felt the pressure on your walls, almost moaning.

"Okay, kid, let me know tomorrow what Namjoon says, good night." Jungkook said goodbye and hung up the phone, and then leaned over to you, almost touching your lips.

"You've been so quiet, I'm proud of you. But now..." His eyes lit up. "Now you're going to come around my cock, tiny, and I promise you it's going to be more than once."

He picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his buttocks, touching his aroused cock with your bare pussy.

His eyes, slightly blurred, burning, never left yours. Jungkook kissed you, and he didn't care about watching the road at all, he knew exactly where he was going.

"Does Oppa know about the guns, too?" you asked when he pulled away from your lips. He stopped at the bedside. He lowered you to the floor and without wasting a second began to undress you.

"He knows," he undid the buttons on your shirt, "everyone knows." he meaning everyone in their company.

You put your hands on his hips, watching him fumble with each button.

"Why do you have these weapons? Are you selling them?"

Jungkook stopped for a moment, taking your chin in his hand.

"You're asking the wrong question again, let's channel your curiosity in a different direction." He took off your shirt and then your top, white, just like you said, exposing your breasts. Goosebumps covered your body as he touched one of your breasts and played with his tongue. After biting your sensitive bud, he straightened up. You felt the wetness between your legs increase.

"Did you give Junho a blow job?" Jungkook asked suddenly. You looked between his eyes, frightened. Your heart was beating fast, promising to jump out of your chest.

"No," you answered, holding back the trembling inside, "I didn't." Jungkook smiled with satisfaction. There was something gleeful in that smile.

"Why, he didn't suggest you?" Jungkook stroked your cheek, and then his thumb touched your lips. He pressed lightly, imagining those plump, pink lips, the color of the strawberries he loved so much, enveloping his cock.

"He did, I was just afraid," you admitted, looking down. Jungkook ran his finger along your lower lip.

"Why were you afraid?" his voice was husky, burning, and yet almost gentle. Without taking his eyes off you, Jungkook ran his finger from your lower lip to your chin. His eyes followed every emotion that passed through your face. You sighed, feeling like your body was caught between shame and arousal.

"I didn't trust him that much..." your voice was barely audible.

In response, Jungkook smiled again-slowly, confidently, with the shadow of a winner who had finally received the trophy he had long wanted. His hand slid down, touching your body again, as if to check if you were still breathing.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, and at the same moment he leaned over to you, touching your forehead. Your skin was burning and your breathing was ragged. He knew that he had already read the answer in your eyes, even before you nodded silently.

Without wasting a second, Jungkook pulled you close to him, his hands holding your buttocks tightly. He leaned down to your ear, and his hot whisper made you shiver.

"Then show me, tiny, how much you trust me..."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you down with him, and you knelt in front of him, your eyes on the undone waistband of his jeans. Your heart was pounding, your throat was dry, but inside you burned with something more than fear - desire, fierce, uncontrollable.

Your trembling fingers undid the buttons on his pants as he watched you free him from tight boxers, your eyes locked on how aroused he was. His cock was big, his purple tip was dripping with cum and you curious what it was like on a taste. You had never given a blowjob before, but with Jungkook, it was like you knew what to do next.

Instead of saying anything, you licked your lips, swallowing the dryness in your mouth, and looked up to meet his gaze, full of hunger.

"Don't take it all, you might trigger a gag reflex. Breathe deeply through your nose, and open your mouth wide so you don't accidentally bite down," Jungkook instructed. His hand was on the back of your head, gently but insistently guiding you forward.

It was no longer about tenderness. It was about thirst. It was about years of desire that no one had fulfilled. About the thirst that had been building up and now exploding.

You took his cock in your hand and touched it with your lips. You kissed it lightly and then touched the head with your tongue. It was velvety with the salty taste of cum. You opened your mouth and took him not all the way in.

You felt his breathing become labored. His fingers lightly squeezed your hair, but didn't guide it, just held it, as if trying to keep it on the surface while a wave of pleasure engulfed him.

You moved your head, feeling his cock getting harder on your tongue. Your saliva mixed with his cum and dripped down through the corners of your lips. Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back. He enjoyed your friendly, warm mouth sucking him so well. He turned his head toward you and couldn't believe that his fantasy had become a reality.

He had wanted to fuck you for a long time, and he knew from the very beginning of your acquaintance that he would do it, even with Yoongi's forbidding. And when he noticed how you reacted to him, how your cheeks would turn pink every time he made a joke about you, he knew it wouldn't be a problem.

He just had to choose the right moment. But when a few weeks ago at the Busan festival, you accidentally put on his shirt and he saw you in it, his mind just boiled over. You were too sexy in it, and your expression, so shy and nervous, made his cock twitch in his pants.

Tonight, when Yoongi called and asked to pick you up from the club because he couldn't because he was away, Jungkook already knew this was a chance he couldn't miss. And when he saw how you were dressed, there was no doubt that he was going to fuck you. The police who came to the convenience store only helped him. Jungkook killed two birds with one stone: he got you and got rid of the cops' attention.

He looked at you, your lips running over his cock, and went a little crazy with pleasure. He fucking needed to destroy you for not being his for so long.

Jungkook stopped you. He pulled his cock out of that mouth and leaned over to you.

"The blowjob lesson will have to end because I really want to fuck your tight pussy."

He put you on your feet and found the zipper on your skirt and unzipped it. The skirt fell to the floor, gathering around your legs. While he was undressing you, you used your hand to wipe away the traces of his cum on your chin and lips.

Jungkook pulled you down on top of him. You sat on his cock, pressing your back against his strong chest. His hard cock rested against your buttocks. He wrapped his arms around you and put his lips to your ear. His hot breath hit your skin.

"Do you want it with a condom or without?"

"I've never done it without..." you said, and wanted to continue that of course it would be with a condom, but Jungkook suddenly squeezed you tighter in his arms.

"Tiny, you've been challenging me today. You didn't cum from a cock, and you didn't have a sex without condom..." his voice squeezed you from the inside as much as his hug. Deaf, low, with that special intonation that sounds not in your ears, but in your skin.

You could feel his skin on yours. His warmth. His presence. The way he was leaning into you only increased your thirst - not physical, but deeper. A thirst to surrender to this moment completely, to drown in it without a trace.

He ran his lips along your jaw, down to your neck. His tongue slid over the throbbing point at your throat, and you knew he could feel your heart beating fast.

"So... how do I do it with you, huh?" he asked as his palms slid down your hips, slowly, steadily. His eyes swallowed you, shamelessly and greedily. "Show you how it feels when there are no barriers? When pleasure consumes you without a trace?" he bit your ear.

You saw no point in resisting or saying no, even though you had never had unprotected sex. You trusted Jungkook, and you didn't know why. Why you wanted to surrender to him completely without any obstacles or rules. You wanted him for too long to set any boundaries.

"I want to..." you finally said confidently, "destroyed me Jungkook, I'm completely yours."

Jungkook froze, and then taking your face turned it to his, your eyes met: one hungry, the other submissive.

"Don't tell me those words, tiny, or I'll can’t stopped," his voice was low with dangerously overtones. You smiled, licking your dry lips.

"Destroyed…I've been waiting for this for so long," you admitted to him. His eyes darkened and he didn't need your words anymore. He kissed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you so hard that your insides trembled, and your lower abdomen was filled with the sensation of butterflies, which seemed to be thousands.

"Hold on now. You’ve asked for it." And next moment Jungkook lifted you up a little higher, and you felt your body holding its breath in anticipation. Jungkook put the head of his cock against your entrance and it stretched your entrance. There was only a thin line between you, and Jungkook was slowly but surely erasing it.

He plunged in and out of you slowly, stretching your walls. You bit your lip in pain, holding back your cries of pain. He stopped, holding your waist, and then one sharp, short movement and you sank down on his cock, screaming in pain. You sat on him, filled to the brim with Jungkook's cock.

"Fuck..." he cursed into your neck, pressing his head against yours, "you're so tight, I can barely contain myself..."

Your chest rose and fell. Jungkook took you by the waist and lifted you up a few centimeters, then lowered you again, the pain pulsing through you again.

As you became one, you realized how closely and deeply you were now connected. Jungkook moved his hips, and the movement did not give off as much pain.

"Can you feel it?" he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Yes," you sighed. You instinctively moved your hips to create the friction you needed. Jungkook moaned slightly, and you wanted to hear it again. You wiggled on his hips, feeling how wonderful he was moaning behind you and how nice it was to have his cock inside you.

You started to move, cautiously, trying to feel your body take him deeper, get used to him. Every movement you made was a new touch, a new discovery. Jungkook remained motionless, only his breathing was ragged, his fingers squeezing your thighs, leaving hot marks.

"That's it..." he whispered. His voice was hoarse, as if trapped somewhere deep in his throat.

His palms slid down your thighs, squeezed them, digging his nails into the flesh. And from that moment on, he began to move with you - deeper, more confident, each time blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

He kissed you everywhere he could reach - your neck, shoulders, back. Each touch made you clench your fingers on his palms, which you put on top of his, that were on your hips. You bit your lip to muffle the moans that were escaping you uncontrollably.

And then you felt something shrinking inside you. Like this wave was coming - hot, uncontrollable, so long-awaited. When it hit, you lost touch with reality. Jungkook held you tightly, whispering something completely incomprehensible. You felt dizzy and your cheeks went numb. Jungkook lifted you up and walked out. His hard cock rested against your back and you were both breathing heavily. You felt your entrance colliding in the aftertaste of the orgasm Jungkook had brought you to with his cock. It was a feeling that could not be described in words, it was as if you had been in heaven.

"You squeezed my cock so hard I thought you were going to strangle me," Jungkook praised you as he held you close. You smiled, breathing heavily. You suddenly felt tired. "You came from cock, congratulations, tiny" he joked.

"You should bought a medal for that," you joked back. His laughter vibrated around your neck. He gave you a few short kisses and then pulled you onto the bed. You fell on your back, pressed against him. His face was a few centimeters away.

"One for you, and now the other for the two of us." He leaned down, touched your lips briefly, kissing you deeper, longer, more drawn out.

His body was over yours again. He knelt down and pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, and entered a little rougher than the first time, impatiently. You felt him inside you - familiar, but completely different.

He lay down on top of you, pressing his strong, pumped-up body against yours, tender and fragile. He touched your lips as if to soothe you. Jungkook began to move, grabbing your arms and lifting them above your head. His movements were slow, heavy, and deep at first. It was as if he wanted you to memorize every inch, every friction.

You moaned - softly, barely audible. But after several strong movements you couldn't hold back any longer. Your hands clutched his palms, digging your nails into his skin, your legs intertwined on his buttocks.

"You're so..." he didn't finish the sentence. He just entered you deeper, pressing your hips into the bed. His forehead touched yours. "I can feel you so much, tiny... you take me so well."

Your body throbbed - again. He sped up his movements. Sharper, faster. He seemed to be reaching your uterus. You were about to have a second orgasm, different from the first. It was burning, it was like a discharge - it was a hot wave that covered you irreversibly. You bent to meet it, as if asking for more.

"Jungkook..." you groaned, gasping for air.

At the end he allowed himself to indulge in pleasure. His movements became deeper, almost animalistic, but not rough. He was inside you completely, completely merged with you - and when you closed your eyes, when the wave hit you for the second time, you could hardly hear yourself - only his moan, deaf and low, escaping from your throat.

"Fuck..." he whispered, squeezing you with all his might. His body trembled like a stretched string and he barely managed to get out of you. He let go of your arms, lifted up on his knees and came on your stomach. You felt warm semen spilling out on your hot body.

You were both breathing heavily as if you had run a marathon. You could barely move. Your body felt equal parts pleasure, fatigue, and pain. Jungkook got off from you lying down next to you. He was sweating, just like you. A few strands of hair clung to his forehead.

"Are you alive?" he asked, kissing your temple. You gulped, feeling your throat dry.

"Yes, give me some water, please" you asked. Jungkook smiled and got out of bed. He didn't even try to cover himself. He went to the kitchen and came back a minute later with a bottle of cold water and paper towels. You tried not to look at his crotch, but your eyes kept going back there.

Jungkook sat down next to you and handed you the bottle of water, and you unscrewed it and began to drink greedily, as if you had never seen it before. He laughed, and while you drank the water, he wiped you clean of the remnants of his sperm.

"You bled a little," he said when he saw the blood on the white sheet. You raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" you asked, steadying your breath. You looked between your legs and saw a small red spot.

"Yes, so you can really consider me your first man," Jungkook said, throwing the napkins he was using to wipe you down and leaning down to your lips. You looked at his lips and smiled.

"Now that status is officially yours."

Jungkook pecked your lips. He ran his fingers down your thigh and asked softly:

"Does it hurt?"

"A little," you admitted, slightly embarrassed. "But it's a nice pain..." He smiled softly, touching your temple with his nose.

"Let's go to the bathroom, I'll run you some warm water." he suggested.

"I don't have the energy, maybe in the morning?" you whimpered.

"No, tiny, it has to be done now," you grumbled something incomprehensible and turned on your side, burying your face in the pillow. Jungkook laughed softly and leaned over to kiss your shoulder.

"I'll carry you if I have to. Don't test me."

You gathered your strength, stood up, covered with a blanket, and followed him. He turned on the water, checked the temperature with his palm, threw some relaxing salt into the tub, and turned to you while the bath was filling.

"Did you like it?" he came over, taking the edge of the blanket, but not yet tucking it in. You looked at him, holding the blanket closer to your chest, as if trying to protect yourself from his scrutiny, but your smile ruined everything-so soft, so shy, so real.

"That's a stupid question..." you said. "It was... more than amazing."

Jungkook's eyes sparkled. He took a step closer, his fingers gently touching your chin.

"I'm glad. And I'll be even happier if you stop being hidden of your body in front of me."

"I'm not... hidden..." you mumbled, clutching the blanket tighter.

"Yeah, you are. Then why are you holding this blanket so tightly?" he grinned predatory, grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it off of you.

"Jungkook!" you squeaked, managing to cover your chest with your hands, but he was already looking at you as if he had never seen you before-enthusiastically, carefully, with a kind of reverent respect.

"You're beautiful," he said, not looking away and taking your hands from your breasts, "Just... damn beautiful."

Your skin was covered with goosebumps. There was something special about the way he looked at you - no rush, no lust. Only admiration.

The water in the tub finally filled up. He helped you climb in, and then just sat down next to you, leaning his back against the wall, keeping his eyes on you.

"Tomorrow morning..." you began, looking into the water, "You'll take me home early. I don't know what time Yoongi-oppa is supposed to be back. So you have to leave before he gets home... and you know he can't find out, or we'll both be dead."

"I know," Jungkook nodded. "But I'm not sorry. Even if I knew he was going to kill me, I would have done it anyway."

You smiled as you put your head down on the edge of the tub.

"That's the scariest and most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

"I have plans for you, tiny, so don't think it's over," he encouraged you, and your heart skipped a beat.

"What other plans do you have Mr. Suicide?"

Jungkook smiled, and his gaze grew even deeper-almost dark, yet so seductively gentle that it made your skin crawl.

He slowly leaned down to you, so that his lips barely touched your ear, and whispered with that special tone that made you feel as if you were in a heat wave:

"I can't tell you everything at once... Otherwise, where is the intrigue?" His fingers slid gently over your collarbone and then stopped right above your heart. "But one thing I can say for sure... You made a mistake by giving me permission to enter your life, tiny. Because I don't plan on leaving."

He stepped back a centimeter to see your reaction, but he didn't let you answer, just winked slyly and stood up, stretching.

"Now just relax."

"Are you leaving already?" you asked, a little upset.

"If I stay, you'll be fucked for the third time, and I'm afraid you won't be able to take it, my tender one" he threw over his shoulder, walking to the exit. You smiled, marveling at his insatiability. The door closed behind him, and you slowly lowered your body under the water, leaving your head above the surface. There were a thousand and one thoughts in your head, but every single one of them was about him - Jungkook.

[be4chywritez]

loathing? | luke hughes

luke hughes x fem!reader

rec: so luke gives bfb vibes so hard for some reason please write something like best friend's brother or like enemies to lovers

recs are open + prompt list

beachy’s masterlist🐚

Jack’s apartment felt like a second home to you at this point. You were always here, whether Jack invited you over or you just let yourself in. It wasn’t your fault his couch was more comfortable than yours, and besides, his fridge was always stocked with your favorite snacks.

Unfortunately, Jack’s apartment came with an unwanted addition—Luke Hughes.

Luke was the embodiment of an annoying little brother, except he wasn’t your brother, which made it worse. Every time you were over, he was there, too, sulking, chirping, or generally making your life difficult.

It started with little things. He’d steal your snacks, change the channel when you were watching something, or conveniently take the last bottle of water from the fridge. Once, you caught him wearing one of your hoodies just to piss you off. The rivalry was childish, petty, and utterly exhausting.

Then came the pranks. You swapped his protein powder with flour. He replaced your chapstick with hot sauce. Jack refused to take sides, claiming you were both equally insufferable.

One afternoon, after Luke had hidden your shoes before you had to leave, you retaliated by locking him out on the balcony in the middle of winter. Jack had to let him back in after twenty minutes, and Luke had vowed revenge ever since.

And now, it had come to this.

“Move, you’re on my side of the couch.”

You looked up from your phone, arching a perfectly sculpted brow as Luke stood over you, arms crossed. His stupid, messy hair was damp from his post-practice shower, and he was still in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking as effortlessly good as ever—not that you’d ever admit it.

“Your side?” You scoffed, stretching out even further. Your legs, bare thanks to the tiny shorts you wore, draped over the cushions as you made yourself comfortable. “Last I checked, this couch belongs to Jack.”

Luke exhaled sharply, clearly already at his limit with you today. “Yeah, and Jack’s not here, which means I get priority seating.”

“That’s not how it works, Hughes.” You gave him a slow, taunting smile. “You snooze, you lose. Go sit in the chair like a good little rookie.”

Luke rolled his eyes, but instead of arguing further, he did the worst possible thing—he sat down. Right on top of you.

“Luke!” You shrieked, shoving at his solid frame, but he didn’t budge.

“You wouldn’t move, so now I’m sitting.” His smirk was infuriating.

“You’re crushing me, you absolute menace.” You wriggled under him, but it only made him press down more, laughing at your struggle.

“Not my fault you take up the whole couch.”

“Not my fault you have no concept of personal space.”

“Oh, please. You love the attention.”

That made you pause, and Luke must have noticed the slight falter in your expression because his grin widened. You shoved at his chest, hard enough that he finally moved off you, but the damage was done. You were flustered, and he knew it.

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” you muttered, sitting up and crossing your arms.

“Right back at you, princess.”

The nickname, as condescending as it was, sent a jolt through you. Maybe it was the way his voice dropped slightly when he said it, or maybe it was the way he was looking at you now—like he was daring you to snap back.

And snap, you did.

One second, you were shoving at his shoulder. The next, his hands were on your waist, and your lips crashed together. It was messy, desperate, all of the pent-up frustration spilling over into something way hotter than either of you had planned. His hands gripped your hips like he’d been waiting for this, and when you bit down on his lower lip, he groaned against your mouth.

Your fingers curled in his hoodie, tugging him closer, and he gladly followed, pressing you back against the couch as his mouth moved against yours, demanding and hungry. The fire between you had finally found its outlet, and there was no stopping it now.

The air between you was thick with something unspoken when you finally broke apart, both of you breathing heavily. Luke’s forehead rested against yours for a fleeting moment before he pulled back, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” he teased, his voice lower now, rougher.

You rolled your eyes, even as your pulse hammered. “Shut up.”

He grinned but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers with a confidence that sent another shiver down your spine.

“C’mon,” he murmured, tugging you up from the couch. “Before Jack gets back.”

A thrill shot through you as you followed him down the hallway, your stomach twisting in anticipation. This was dangerous, reckless—but you weren’t stopping now.

Not when sneaking off with Luke Hughes had suddenly become the most exciting thing you’d done all night.

The near-misses started piling up after that night. A stolen kiss in the kitchen while Jack was in the other room. Luke slipping his hand under the table at dinner, brushing against your thigh as you tried to keep a straight face. One night, Jack almost walked in on you tangled up in Luke’s bed, forcing you to dive under the covers while Luke casually pretended to be scrolling on his phone.

It was thrilling. Addictive. But eventually, the excitement started to wear thin, especially for Luke.

One night, after slipping out of Jack’s apartment and into Luke’s room again, he hesitated before pulling you close. There was something different in his touch, something hesitant.

“This isn’t just—physical for you, is it?” he finally asked, voice low but vulnerable in a way you’d never heard before.

You blinked at him, thrown off by the sudden shift. “What?”

Luke exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I just—sometimes it feels like that’s all we are. And I don’t want that.”

You studied him, heart clenching at the uncertainty in his eyes. “Luke, I wouldn’t be sneaking around for just anyone. This is more. I want more. I thought you knew that.”

His jaw tensed. “I want more too. I just didn’t know if you felt the same.”

You reached out, threading your fingers through his. “You’re not just a hookup to me, Luke. You never were.”

His shoulders sagged in relief, and he pulled you in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Good. Because I think I’m falling for you.”

You swallowed, emotions thick in your throat. “Then fall, Hughes. I’ve already fallen.”

Jack found out in the most Jack way possible—by walking in on you and Luke curled up together on the couch.

He froze in the doorway, blinking as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Are you—kidding me?”

Luke groaned, dropping his head back. “Well, that could’ve gone better.”

Jack pointed a finger between the two of you. “How long?”

You hesitated. “Uh… a while?”

Jack groaned. “You two are the worst.”

But there was no real anger in his voice—just exasperation. And when Luke laced his fingers through yours, squeezing lightly, you knew it was all worth it.

[angelicblondie]

fwb!rafe x meanprincess!reader

you knew you werent allowed to be jealous - that wasnt fair, and it certainly wasnt part of rafe and yours agreement.

and you knew it wasnt rational - you didnt even know why you were jealous. it wasnt like you had feelings for rafe, he was you best friend. so the two of you had fun every now and then and hooked up, he was still only just your best friend. in fact. he was really just looking out for you, making sure that you were getting the pleasure you deserved, that no one but him could give you. it was a solid arrangement, and you wouldnt change it anyways.

so what if you wanted to hold on a little tighter after he pleased you? so what if you liked it when he stayed later to watch a movie? so what if you liked it when he bought you things? these were normal things that best friends did, or at least thats what rafe told you.

but you were mad right now, and all you wanted to do was leave this stupid party rafe dragged you to.

rafe had left you alone for just a few minutes with his friends, and you didn't mind at all, enjoying the company of the two boys quite a lot. top and kelce were like brothers to you after all these years, and you thought they were the funniest boys in the obx. you were having fun, but then you turned you head to the drinks table where rafe was, surround by a literal swarm of girls. and the worst part, was he looked like he was enjoying it. you huffed with a narrow of you brows and turned your attention away from the scene, not wanting rafe to catch you looking.

you mind ran wild. what was he doing? why was he enjoying all that attention when you gave him all of yours and then some? were you not good enough for him?

you decided to play it cool, continuing your conversation with the other boys. eventually rafe came back, sitting right next to you as he was before, and handing you a drink. feeling petty, you look at the drink and scrunch your nose up, then shake your head, turning back to top and kelce. rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes, and set your drink on the table in front of him, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back against the couch, his arm resting on the cushion behind you.

you pretty much ignored rafe the whole rest of the night, and you could feel him growing frustrated beside you. rafe cleared his throat before speaking. "I've gotta take this one home, boys, curfew."

you narrow you eyes and open your mouth to oppose, but rafe sends you a withering stare and you decide against it, saying your goodbyes as rafe drags you out.

he huffs, bending down with his hands on your biceps, his expression hardened. "ok, what the fuck was that all about?"

you eyes narrow. "nothing."

he scoffs. "bull shit. why'r you actin like a brat?"

the annoyed pout on you face spoke for itself. "nothing, its just that if you wanna fuck other girls, thats fine, but i'd rather you tell me so I could get checked for whatever weird shit they're carrying around".

rafe face lights in realization and he drops his hands from your arms, running them down his face with an amused smile, shaking his head in subtle laugher.

you pout, spurred on by his sudden amusement. "what?" you snap.

he finishes his laughter, crossing his arms. "no, nothin, its just - I just get it now. i get your lil problem."

you cross your arms, mirroring him. "do you?" you ask sassily.

he chuckles, walking right in front of you, leaning down to be face to face. "sweetie, if you were feelin a lil territorial, just say that," he says, his voice quiet and cocky. his hands traveled to your waist, giving it a good squeeze.

you feel more enraged and you scoff, pushing him away (though he barely budges). "get the fuck over yourself, rafe, god!" you exclaim.

rafe grabs your wrist in a tight grip, the smile disappearing from his face. "hey, no no no. none'a that. was tryin t'be nice but guess thats out of the books, huh princess?" you pout at his condescending tone but don't speak, knowing it would only dig you in a deeper hole.

"y'know that I wasn't gunna fuck any of those girls. we were j'talkin," he explains, his voice coming across level, almost as if he was trying to dumb down his tone.

at his words, you roll your eyes, which causes rafe to tug harder on your wrists. "hey, stop," he scolds sternly. "m'not fuckin anyone else, hear me? so stop being such a little brat about it. god, makes me wonder why I fuckin put up with you."

his words trigger a pout, and you tug again at your wrist, trying to free them. "quit it, rafe, i hear you."

"nuh-uh, dont think y'hearin me," he responds, his features softening up the slightest, "how bout this, huh? i take you back to tannyhill, make y'feel real good, and then you know for sure that m'not fuckin with anyone else? how does that sound baby?"

you werent sure if it was the suggestion, or the way he called you baby that made you agree, but all you knew is that you ended the night with rafe, feeling much more confident that he wasnt, and wouldnt, fuck any other girl in the obx but you.

[sturnioz]

tw. brief mentions of slapping and choking kinks. please read with caution.

☆. . . MATT IS A FRIEND OF A FRIEND, someone who is in your friendship group but never really speak to. he always keeps to himself—head buried in a book or his phone with his framed glasses slipping down the slope of his nose, drowning his body in oversized sweaters and wearing bulky headphones to block out the chatter around him.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little bit intrigued by him. there was just something about matt that piqued your interest, and it wasn't a secret to your friends that you're clearly attracted to the quiet nerd in the group.

you're positive matt even knows about your little attraction towards him, or at least has heard it before floating around, but he's never made a move much to your dismay.

but that's until the two of you are left alone at a small gathering hosted by one of your mutual friends as the majority of them leave to go buy more beers and snacks while you and matt stay at the house—the car too small to fit all of you inside.

as always, matt's on his phone, but you're not entirely convinced he's able to focus on whatever mobile game he's playing or post he's reading with the way you continuously catch him peering over the device to meet your eyes from across the room, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink.

he eventually asks why you're staring at him—as if he hasn't been the one looking at you the entire time—and that catches you off guard, but the alcohol in your systems gives you enough confidence to tell him that you're staring at him because he's pretty to look at.

he's flustered, the phone almost slipping from his fingers as he clears his throat to regain himself, muttering under his brother how you look pretty too with his own boost of sudden confidence.

it doesn't take long for you to crawl your way into his lap a little uncoordinated after a few back and forth compliments that only heighted your arousal, and you're quick to pull the phone out of his hands and discard it elsewhere before your lips connect.

the kiss is awkward—soft and hesitant—but it's one of the best kisses you've ever experiences. sure, you haven't shared a lot of kisses with other people before, but you're giving matt everything you've got and he seems to be reciprocating the favour.

his fingers grip your hips tightly as your lips trail down his neck, marking him up prettily, almost claiming him as yours. he's a whining mess beneath you, his hips jerking as his cock twitches in his pants, desperate to be freed and touched.

you want to touch him so bad—to relieve him—but there's just one problem.

you actually have no idea what you're doing. when you whisper against his lips that you're a virgin and that you haven't gone further than some light (very minuscule) petting, something inside him seems to switch.

he flips you both around, the air knocking out of your lungs as your back meets the couch cushions, your eyes widening in surprise as he hovers above you with his dark look covering his expression—the submissive exterior now replaced by something a lot more dominant.

it excites you more than you'd verbally admit, and the clothes are immediately peeled off your bodies once he reminds you that you don't have a lot of time to yourselves—warning you that the others will be back any minute as his hips gently rut against yours, the tip of his cock nudging your clit.

you're whining for him to touch you, practically repeatedly pleading for him to do something to help that ache between your legs, but your words are cut off by your own gasp as you feel a sting spread across your cheek, looking up at matt in surprise at the sudden slap.

you never expected this from the quiet nerd in your friend group, and you never expected him to wrap his fingers around your throat as he slowly eases his cock inside the warmth of your spongy walls, making sure not to move too abruptly or hurt you—which is a complete contrast to his actions a few moments prior.

he's grunting in your ears about how tight your pussy feels around him, fucking you slow and deep as he stares down at you through the foggy lens of his glasses, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your hands grasp at his around your throat, keeping him pressed there.

divider credits. @bernardsbendystraws

© STURNIOZ

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine You and Dante Meeting Baby Nero For The First Time

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, Dante has baby fever

Word Count: 1.3k

(A/N:) I saw some fanart of Dante holding a baby Nero and I was blind sided by this idea. Sorry I haven't been posting much as my job and etsy shop is taking a lot of my time here lately. I've been struggling with a little writers block too. Every time I sat down to write everything felt like garbage. It's possible that this is garbage too but I'm tired of not trying to get some stories posted. Also it's perfect timing with the new trailer dropping for the upcoming series! I am going to be insatiable when it drops so prepare for DMC and Dante fangirling! I hope you enjoy this story and it gives you warm and fluffy feelings! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Dante hadn't heard much from his brother in awhile and that wasn't unusual. What was unusual was said brother to wind up at the door of the Devil May Cry office with a silver haired baby boy in his arms. Dante stiffened, his eyes wet with unshed tears at the sight before him. You stood at his side taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"What are you doing here," Dante asked, making sure he had you protected from his brother. While he loved Vergil, he didn't trust him. Especially when it came to humans. He would protect you no matter what, but his heart pounded in his chest at the sight of the young child in his twin's arms.

"I didn't know what else to do," Vergil replied staring straight into Dante's harsh gaze without flinching.

You stepped forward causing Dante to snarl and step in front of you again. You shook your head at him, making Dante back down but he still kept at the ready prepared to protect you at any cost.

"Vergil," you spoke, "who's kid is this?"

Dante sucked in a breath and Vergil stiffened.

"Mine," he replied. "I couldn't bring myself to leave him all alone."

"Guess there's still a human heart in there somewhere," you teased before reaching out to Vergil to hand over the child. He handed him over to you, stepping back when Dante growled. You held the boy gently pressing his cheek to your chest and carefully rocked him. Though you weren't looking at him, the gentle smile you had on your lips made Dante's heart quicken in his chest. His body heated and he fought the urge to pull you into his arms. A twinge of jealousy tweaked at his heart, that it was his brother's kid you were holding and not one of you two's creation.

"Dante," your voiced tugged him out of his thoughts," come meet your nephew. He's precious."

"Can't be that cute he's Vergil spawn," he snorted.

Vergil scoffed," We look the same brother."

"I disagree I always thought I was the better looking twin."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, one second they want to tear each other's throats out and the next their snarking it up. You hoped Nero would at least have enough braincells to not be like his father and uncle.

"Grow up to not be like them," you whispered into his ear before Dante stood before your side.

He leaned down taking in the sight of his nephew but his eyes darted quickly towards your face. "I heard that."

"Good," you laughed before holding out the little bundle of joy towards his uncle. "Your turn."

Dante jolted backwards, Vergil chuckled from the doorway. Shooting a glare at his brother Dante shook his head.

"I can't. I never held a kid before."

"Oh please! It's easy," you scoffed. You couldn't help but find his worry amusing but it also melted your heart. For such a fearless devil may care attitude, Dante was just a big softy at heart. Gripping his wrist you lead him towards the couch before shoving him onto the cushions.

"Babe," Dante smirked, "not in front of the baby or my brother."

Sighing you began to move Dante's arms around, "Shut up. I'm helping you. Now bend your arm and put...hey Vergil what's his name?"

"Nero," he said.

"Weird name," Dante retorted and you slapped his chest.

"I like it. Now put Nero's head in the crook of your arm to support him and now and now put this one under his body and cuddle him to your chest. See, easy peasy?"

Nero snuggled deeper into Dante's warmth causing the devil hunter to melt. His glanced from the baby towards you. You oblivious to the want in his eyes. With baby fever nipping at his heels, he knew it was going to be hard staying away from you. But one look at Vergil had his blood cooling. Dante started to rock Nero a little like he had watched you do and you nodded in approval.

"Now care to explain yourself," Dante asked when he handed Nero back to you and you passed him back to Vergil. Vergil had enough shame to look guilty.

"I needed a place until I could find another home for me and him," he replied looking down at his son.

"Where's the mom," you asked while holding Dante's arm just in case.

"She's dead."

Dante snarled.

"What do you expect Dante? We're sons of Sparda, they'll always go after the people we care about," Vergil snarled before pinning his glare onto you.

You stepped backwards and Dante took a threatening step towards his twin. Vergil backed down immediately, not wanting to anger his only hope for a roof over his child's head. Glancing towards Dante, the younger twin sighed his shoulders dropping.

"You can stay," he pointed a finger towards his brother. "But you have to find an alternative quickly and you can't harm anyone while you're here. I don't owe you anything but I'm not tossing a defenseless baby out there, though I would you in a heartbeat."

"Guess you're bunking in my spare room," you said with a smile. "Follow me I'll show you."

"I'll show him," Dante shook his head. He couldn't help but feel a little more protective over you after seeing you so close to Vergil and seeing a baby in your arms didn't help.

"Thank you Dante."

"You owe me one now and you owe her big time," Dante nodded in your direction but you waved the gratitude away.

"I'm fighting for Nero. He deserves better."

Vergil nodded in agreement before turning and following his brother to his temporary room.

Later that night as you laid beside Dante, your fingers laced together with his, you waited for him to break the silence and say what was on his mind since his brother came to the front door. He couldn't go to sleep and though you couldn't see him, the tension in his body was telling you it was eating at him.

"Do you think," he began to say before releasing your hand and turning over. "Never mind it's stupid."

"Dante," you sighed wrapping your arms around his sides and pressing yourself against his bare back, "it's not stupid if it's bothering you so much."

Seconds ticked by before he tossed back over almost making you fall off the too small bed. He caught you pulling you in tight, causing you to giggle.

"Do you think that you could see that type of future for the both of us," he finally asked.

You melted, tracing patterns across his skin, "What do you mean?"

"Marriage, kids, the whole shebang," he whispered.

You snuggled in tighter, "You want that with me?"

Dante scoffed, booping you on the nose, "I had to fight the devil inside not to toss you over my shoulder and carry you to this room while my brother watched when you held the little rugrat."

"That would have been humiliating," you snorted.

"Not to me," Dante laughed.

"Don't laugh at my embarrassment," you growled.

"Sorry," he said in a tone that didn't prove he was sorry at all. "I have baby fever. Or more like you fever."

"How flattering," you teased. "I may have a touch of Dante fever too."

Internally purring at your words Dante squeezed you and kissed the top of your head. "Stay by my side?"

You brushed your lips against his and stroked the longer silver strands that brushed against Dante's cheeks, "Always."

Dante kissed you deeply, holding you tight through the night as you both talked about the future and what it could hold for you both.

[chrismalfoy]

M. STURNIOLO head to make you feel better.

despite matt feeling awfully sick, you offered to keep him company while he spent a week apart from his brothers.

you’re currently on your knees between his legs, bobbing your mouth in a slow circular motion. his last two release was slowly dripping down his cock.

he lets out a quiet groan, reaching his hand out to grab a handful of your hair in a tight grip. his head lolls, eyes flickering down to your lips.

he exhales quietly through his nose, tilting his head back against the cushion with a soft thump. “gonna fuckin—“

his cock twitches as his beads splurt onto your tongue. his head tilts upward, arching his back slightly off the couch as a low grunt escapes his lips.

“please, i can’t take it anymore,” he murmurs lowly, his words slurred with haze. his grip on your hair loosens as his hand drops onto his thigh in defeat.

© chrismalfoy

[dancingdonatello]

2012 boys with a reader who likes hearing them churr? Will purposely do things to make their turtle churr or pull them off to a more private area to cuddle with them and just exist- the fluffy stuff? :3

Bonus points for if the turtles were nervous to make the more turtly noises in case the reader thought they were weird- but in reality we just melt at the cuteness of it and just think our turtle boy is comfortable with us??

Love your writing! Hope your having a lovely timezone :]

2012 tmnt x reader

“Please?” You prodded Leo in the side. He gave you a tense look.

“No.”

“Come on, it’s not as weird as you make it out to be!” You scooted further into his side, looking up at him. “Nobody’s here either. Just you and me. Please? You know you wanna…”

He looked around, flushing darkly. “I don’t know why you like it so much.” You pressed an ear to his plastron, giggling when you could faintly hear the noise. You could more feel it than heat it.

“Cause it means you’re happy or that you like me so much, I don’t know.” You listened to it gradually grow in volume, grinning happily. He slowly started to relax, probably with how you pressed so much weight into him that you forced his shell to the couch cushions. You laid on his plastron, tracing patterns into it as you listened to the stuttering engine noise.

Raph rolled his eyes violently as you dragged him into his room. You stared up at him with expectant eyes and when he looked back at you blankly, you tackled him into his bed.

“Raph, don’t you want to make me happy?” you pouted, nuzzling in under his chin. He laid stiffly below you, gritting his teeth. You giggled as he struggled to stifle it in his chest. “Raphie.”

“Shut up.” He gave up and let the noise start up, staring up at his ceiling as you squeaked happily. How stupid things like the turtle noises he could make made you so happy confused him but whatever.

“Doesn��t it feel better to not hold it in?” That was definitely not how it worked but he stayed silent, besides the churrs.

Donnie rubbed his chin over the top of your head, his churring quiet but constant. You had been on his lap for the past few minutes, lazily scrolling on your phone. All it had taken was you petting over his scales and he started churring. He ignored your smug look and looked away.

You’d always try to embarrass him in front of his brothers by messing around and petting him of all things. All that just to hear him churr because you were convinced it was as cute as a pure from a cat.

He didn’t have the heart to inform you that churring didn’t always mean a turtle was just happy. He didn’t want to make it even more embarrassing for himself or his brothers.

It didn’t take a lot to get Mikey to churr. If you smiled at him, he churred. If you brushed hands, he churred. Even asleep, when you crawled into his bed, he would churr unconsciously at the feeling of you next to him.

Even if he was embarrassed about it, he couldn’t stop it. He could never push it down like his brothers could. He’d run away when it kickstarted up and you’d chase after him with a giddy grin.

He couldn’t talk either when churring. It’s definitely one way to shut him up.

[thargelalia]

see you in hell, baby

jason todd x fem!reader

Dick naively expects Jason to help him stay in your good graces as the MVP brother-in-law

-> 1.4k words

-> fluff, poor attempt at humor

-> warnings: none, the dynamic duo being dorks together perhaps?

please, reblog if you like or the author will cry

There's nothing better than to enjoy the vast collection of classics at the Wayne Manor library on a rare peaceful Sunday afternoon.

Or is it?

“Jaybird, hey!” Dick greets his younger brother, a little more excited than usual, as he saunters into the library. “Have you.. uhh, is my BFF around?” 

He’s scanning around the place like you could emerge from behind the couches or bookshelves at any given moment. Judging by his tone, Jason can already tell Dick wants something, but chooses to ignore him, too immersed in his current book to care. 

Dick looks left and right to the hallway before closing the doors, and joining Jason on the leather couch. The latter finally acknowledged his older brother to get this over with, so he can leave and Jason can read in peace. 

“She went to the bathroom.. why?” Jason says, narrowing his eyes inquisitively at Dick’s fidgeting. A fake smile plastered on his face, sweat bidding on the temple. He’s obviously worried about something. “You’re being weirder than usual.. Got your pants stuffed with itching powder again?”

His lips twitch upwards a little at the memory. 

“No, I— please, don’t ever remind me of that day again.” Dick winces, rubbing on his thigh to soothe an imaginary itch. Steph really goes all in on April Fool’s Day.

He clears his throat. “So, uh.. maybe, just maybe… I might’ve accidentally scratched that Beatles record sis-in-law lent to me last week.”

Jason exhales, contemplating whether he should ease Dick’s mind or not. While you were very careful and protective of your vinyl record collection, depending on which one that got damaged – and the extent of it – you might get a little upset, but let it go without much trouble. 

Not before an hour lecture to the culprit about taking better care of other people’s stuff, of course. 

“As long as it’s not Sergeant Pepper’s, you’ll be fine.” Jason shrugs, then chuckles to himself a little as he opens his book again. “Perhaps a kick or two to your shins.”

The silence that follows is pregnant with guilt. Jason can almost smell it in the air at the way his brother blanches next to him. 

“Fuck. Don’t tell me—”

“It was an accident!”

“Dick, you insane?! It was a gift from her grandmother!” Jason chastises, smacking the book shut with a hard thud. “You damaged an original copy from the seventies, you fucking idiot!”

Dick slides down on the couch, a pout taking over his lips. “I know!” 

“Can’t believe she let you borrow it.” Jason huffs, crossing his arms while shaking his head indignantly.

Dick has his hands on his head, about ready to rip his hair out.

“I know! What do I do now??”

“Well… for starters,” Jason begins dead serious, leaning towards Dick, who straightens his posture, desperate to hear a solution, “when was the last time you updated your last will and testament?”

“Shit.” Dick falls into the cushions, a desolated sigh leaving the depths of his soul. “Not helping, man.”

“Maybe Bruce can recycle my gravestone,” Jason continues, tapping his chin in fake thought, “what about an epitaph? Sure you’ve got some ideas.”

As always, any comment remotely related to his death has all the bats squirming or tensing like they’ve been poked by Catwoman’s sharp claws – which most of them have, in fact. They tend to feel uneasy whenever Jason makes his grim jokes. 

And perhaps that’s exactly why he does it. 

“Please, don’t talk like that,” Dick says softly, furrowing his eyebrows. Then, he changes his demeanor completely. “And yes, I do. Here lies Gotham’s hottest piece of ass. S.I.P.”

Jason gives him an unimpressed look, lifting his eyebrow. “S.I.P?”

His brother smiles as if he was dying to be asked that. “Sashay in peace.”

“Hope you make a safe passage, disco queen.” Jason deadpans. “Make sure to head straight to heaven, though. Don’t wanna put up with your glittery ass in hell, too.” 

Dick seems to suddenly remember why he was there in the first place. He grabs his younger brother by the shoulders, and shakes frantically. “This is serious, Jaybird! What now? I’ll lose my ‘favorite brother-in-law’ privileges!”

Jason kisses his teeth in annoyance, immediately releasing himself from Dick’s grasp, and pushing on his chest with zero delicacy. “You never had those.” 

Anyone other than Dick — and Bruce — would’ve splattered themselves on the cushions at being on the receiving end of Jason’s hard shove. But his older brother only tilts back, and recovers his posture like a roly-poly toy. An impressive display of sheer core strength.

“Yes, I did. I do. Remember her last seminar? She only had one other seat aside from yours, and she chose to invite me.” He points at himself, sounding smug. “And what about the wine she got me from her trip to France? Or the tequila from Mexico, huh?”

“The others aren’t old enough to drink.” Jason points out, groaning as he massages his temples. This conversation is getting tiresome. Baby, where are you? He thinks in exasperation. Dealing with his family outside patrol is easier when you’re right next to him.

Dick freezes, his index finger lifted in the air. 

He lowers it, closing his mouth. 

Then, he raises it again, attempting to hide his wounded pride. 

“That’s not the point! The point is—”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” Jason cuts him off, waving impatiently before he adds dryly, “too late for that, though. Replacement joined her Public Health research group last month. She’s invited him to dinner at our place twice now, unfortunately.”  

There’s a shocked gasp. 

“Not to mention the little demon asking her for help with his school projects, even though everyone knows he’s damn well capable of handling himself.”

An even bigger gasp leaves Dick’s lips, this time followed by a dramatic hand to his chest.

Jason rolls his eyes. “Will you fucking stop?”

“I need to amp up my game. Urgently.”

“Good luck with that. Not sure you can—”

Jason’s interrupted by the sound of the doors opening. The scowl on his face immediately dissolves into a relieved look at your return. Meanwhile, his brother appears as if he’s staring at a ghost.

You smile, tipping your head up. “Hey, Dick! What’s up?”

“Heeey, bestie!” He shoots up from the couch, sounding extremely unnatural as he glances at the watch on his wrist. “I–um.. Damn! I gotta pick up Babs at her friend’s house now. See you guys later!”

With a quick kiss to your cheek, he breezes past you and out the doors like he’s suddenly been possessed by Wally West.

“What was that?” You turn from the door to your boyfriend, giving him a puzzled look.

Jason contemplates for a brief moment whether he should tell the truth or not. More out of concern over you, as he’d hate to upset you, than over Dick’s sake obviously. But if you found out later that he knew about this fuckup, he’d join his brother’s body in the graveyard. And Jason is very much enjoying his second chance at life right now.

“Dick ruined your Sergeant Pepper’s record.” Just as predicted, he doesn’t feel the slightest bit of remorse for snitching on his older brother. Jason wishes he’d broken the news in a better way, but he let his eagerness for throwing Dick under the bus override his judgment.

Much to his surprise, you don’t show any expressive reaction aside from the slight purse of your lips. 

“You’re talking about the scratch?” You ask simply, joining him on the burgundy couch as he opens an arm to envelop you in a half embrace.

He tilts his head to rest against yours. “You’ve seen it already?”

“It was there before he got it. Probably happened during my last move out.”

“Oh. Oh.” 

“Poor Dick. I told him my grandma loved that record… He must be feeling like trash.” A sigh escapes your lips as you lean against Jason’s chest. “You should probably tell him when he comes back.”

“Baby, I’m not telling anything.” Jason laughs wickedly, taking your hand in his large one and bringing it up to his lips. The tender kiss offers a stark contrast against the disapproval in his tone. “Serves him right for not being watchful enough.”

“You’re so evil, Jace.” You tilt your head up, so he can see the playful glint in your eyes. “There’s no place for you in heaven, you know that, right?” 

Jason eyes you in disbelief. “Are you planning on telling him?” 

The pressing of your lips together is already enough to answer him – a futile attempt to conceal a mischievous smile. 

“That’s what I thought.” He pulls you to sit sideways on his thighs, arms tightening around your waist as he leans in to kiss your neck. Lips lingering there as his voice lowers in a way that makes you shiver when he says, “guess we’ll both be sharing Satan's throne as you sit on my lap in hell, baby.” 

A/N: I wanna be Jason's boo, and Dick's bestie so bad y'all!!

Remember to reblog, and let me know your thoughts if you liked. It helps me stay motivated to post on here <33

divider is from here

[bills5lut]

Hey baby! I have a request if that's okay! I'm not sure if you are taking any, though, so please feel free to ignore my love.

I'd love to see the reader being the photographer who's taking all the photos, and right after this busy day, billie just cuddles with us looking through all the photos. (Cons of having a famous photographer as a gf) 🤍

photographer

masterlist prompt list

warnings: none. just fluff.

synopsis: you’re billies photographer gf, and go through the photos of the night after a long show.

You push open the green room door with your shoulder, camera still slung heavy around your neck, and the moment you step in, Billie lifts her head from the couch with a groggy little noise.

“Hi,” she rasps, voice croaky from the set, one arm flopping weakly to pat the cushion beside her. “C’mere.”

She’s stretched out, one leg bent, the other kicked up lazily over the couch arm, oversized tee damp with sweat and clinging to her stomach. Her eyeliner’s smudged just a little under one eye. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her look hotter.

You grin, setting your gear bag down and slipping in beside her, her arm automatically curling around your waist.

“You wanna go through today’s photos?” you murmur, already pulling your camera up into your lap.

She nods, sleepy and slow, letting her cheek rest against your shoulder. “Mhm. Show me.”

You scroll back to the first few from this afternoon,Billie with her in-ears still half hanging, mic tucked in her back pocket, staring out at the empty stage during soundcheck. Then a shot of her laughing at something her brother said, her tongue poking out as she flipped him off.

Billie chuckles softly. “He deserved that. I was right.”

“Always,” you murmur, kissing the top of her head.

Next are a few of her just before going on,her arms crossed tight, head bowed a little, lights from side-stage casting these golden streaks across her red roots. Then mid-set: one where she’s pointing at the crowd, her mouth open mid-yell, and the stage lights catch in her sweat like glitter.

“God,” she mutters. “I look like I’ve been hosed down.”

“Sexy as hell though,” you mutter, flicking to the next. She’s got one hand in her hair, shirt riding up just enough to show her hip bones, legs wide in that signature power stance.

You let out a soft groan. “Fuck… how are you so hot.”

She giggles, nuzzling into your neck. “Good angles. Great photographer.”

You roll your eyes. “Biased.”

Then you swipe to the next,a quick mirror pic the two of you took before she went on, her arm slung around your shoulder, both of you grinning like idiots. You in your camera rig, Billie mid-laugh, tongue out.

“Aww,” she murmurs. “That one’s cute.”

You go to the next and freeze. It’s a photo you didn’t know you took,probably hit the shutter by accident, camera reflected against a mirror. You’re sitting cross-legged side-stage, camera in your lap, looking down at your phone, a little sunbeam catching in your hair. You look… soft. Unaware.

You quickly try to swipe past it, muttering, “Oops. Didn’t mean to keep that,”

“Wait, wait,go back,” Billie says, sitting up a bit.

“It’s nothing,”

“Baby,” she insists, grabbing your wrist. “Back.”

You sigh and swipe back. Billie stares for a second, then grins. “You’re so pretty. Why’d you try to hide this?”

You feel your cheeks burn. “Because I look,tired. And sweaty. And not the point of the camera.”

“You look beautiful,” she murmurs, nuzzling her nose into your cheek. “Don’t skip pics of my girl.”

You grin shyly and lean your head against hers. “Fine.”

You scroll through a few more,her jumping, arms wide, her crouched low singing to the barricade, a close-up where she’s half-screaming into the mic, expression wild.

But her responses get quieter. “Mhm… that one’s… loud,” she mumbles.

You glance down. Billie’s eyes are half-closed, lips parted just slightly, her head fully resting on your shoulder now. You keep scrolling slowly just in case, but her breathing evens out, her hand slipping down to your thigh and going still.

You turn your head and smile. She’s out cold. A little damp strand of hair’s stuck to her temple, and her mouth twitches every now and then in her sleep.

Carefully, quietly, you reach for your camera and angle it down. One click.

The final photo of the night: Billie curled up beside you, utterly spent, lashes resting on her cheeks, your hoodie bunched up under her arm, and the soft, golden light of the green room glowing around her.

[verstappen-cult]

PLEASEEEEE A LESTAPPEN X READER where reader and Charles are meeting jimmy and sassy for the first time hahahahah I think that would be fun! Thank youuuu

“What are you doing?” You ask Charles, who’s taking a little spray bottle out of his back pocket, as you walk out of the elevator. 

“I read that cats like catnip.”

“You’re not going to spray catnip all over yourself!” You snatch the bottle out of his hands, making him pout at you. “I won’t let them like you more than me.”

“But what if they don’t like us at all?” Charles looks genuinely concerned and you fight the urge to laugh until you start thinking about it. 

Max loves his cats, they’re his whole world. You’ve lost count of how many pictures he’s sent to the group chat just this week, so meeting Jimmy and Sassy is equivalent to meeting his family. And oh God, Charles is right. What are you going to do if they don’t like you? Max warned you that Sassy doesn’t like strangers and it takes her a while to warm up, and that Jimmy tends to perch up on one of the high shelves in the kitchen until he feels secure enough to come down. So, at least you know what to expect at first. But what if they react badly? What if they feel threatened by you and Charles? What if they feel jealous and don’t let you near Max!?

“Okay, I think we can spray some catnip over ourselves.” Charles’ face lights up, immediately taking the bottle from your hands and spraying some of it around himself. “But just a little.”

Charles is spraying you when the door opens revealing a very amused Max. 

“What is that?” He asks with a smirk on his face. 

“Perfume!” You say, taking the bottle and shoving it in your back pocket.

Max looks between you and Charles before stepping aside to let you into his apartment. He gives you two a chaste kiss on the lips before closing the door. 

“What have you got there?” Max points to the bag in your hands. 

“Oh, we bought some toys for the cats!” Charles says excitedly, taking the bag out of your hands and pulling the contents out. “Where are they?”

Max points a finger to the couch. And they’re right there, sitting on top of the cushions and looking warily at you and Charles. 

“Hello, beautiful babies!” Charles squeaks, dragging you to the living room with him.

Sassy jumps off the couch, running to hide under a chair, far enough to still see you without being bothered. Jimmy, on the other hand, stays right where he is as Charles brings his hand closer to him. He doesn’t move, but sniffs his hand for about five seconds before rubbing his head against it. 

Charles looks very pleased as he sits besides Jimmy. and he immediately jumps onto his lap, getting comfortable and asking for more ear scratches with a little purr. 

Sassy, seeing how her brother is reacting, slowly makes her way back to the living room. She’s still unsure, so you grab one of the toys and crouch down, trying to lure her over to you. It takes her a couple of minutes to feel safe enough to shorten the distance, and you stop moving as she sniffs you, rubbing herself against your legs, not wanting to scare her.

You look back at Max with a big smile on your face, but he’s looking between you and Charles with a combination of surprise and confusion on his face. 

“This is weird behavior.” He says, standing in the middle of his living room. He’s frowning and you can’t help but giggle. 

“What can I say?” Jimmy is still purring on Charles' lap and you’re pretty sure he will never move from there again. “I’m irresistible.” He says, shrugging. Which is, you know, kinda true. Who can resist Charles Leclerc? Neither you nor Max could.

You’re too busy playing with Sassy to care about Max's hand on your lower back. If he wants cuddles, he can wait, right now all your attention is on the cats. 

However, when you feel his hand on the back pocket of your jeans, you forget all about the little cat between your legs with her belly up waiting to be patted. 

You and Charles make eye contact.

You’ve been caught.

“I knew it wasn’t perfume!”

[2knightt]

babes you write ponyboy so accurately… can you plsplsplsplspls write more ponyboy? Ofc no rush I just love your writing! I’ll give u a few like ideas if it helps

meeting ponyboys brothers

spending the night for the first time + like cuddles n what they talk abt

Library datesss

going to a party together and dancing together for the first time

no rush ofc ml take your time and look after yourself xxxx

— IT MUST BE FATE.

…IN WHICH: ponyboy brings you over to the curtis house.

tags/warnings: fluff, gn!reader, established relationship, story-based, possible OOC, way more kissing than i expected, reader AND the gang teasing ponyboy. nothing too insane ngl.

.⊹˖ᯓ author won’t shut up! ★. ݁₊ : thank u my love🤍i love writing for ponyboy! (working on two fics of the gang rn (headcanons & actual blurbs)))

“bringin’ your lil’ fling around, huh? don’t go too crazy tonight, yea?”

“shut up, man. they aren’t a ‘fling’. that’s gross,”

ponyboy groaned, his complaint being muttered under his breath. he put his palm flat against dallas winston’s forehead and shoved him backwards against the couch cushions. dallas chuckled like it was funny.

“lay off the kid, dallas.”

soda lazily defended ponyboy. he leaned onto the back of the sofa, his elbows propping him up until he extended an arm out to ruffle his younger brother’s hair.

“y’know the rules, right? don’t close the door all the way or else darry’ll bust in and humiliate you worse than i could,” soda grinned and ponyboy winced at the thought.

when you had showed up to the curtis house, three knocks had echoed through the living room. ponyboy was quick to usher everyone out of the living room, shouting a quick, “y’all will not ruin this for me!”

he finally opened the door for you, he looked out of breath and his hair was messy. “hey,” he smiled. he tried to seem cool, and failed. he was met with a chuckle and a tight hug with your arms around his neck.

he was suddenly glad that he kicked the gang out. otherwise they would’ve seen his face look beet-red. “hi, pony. ‘s nice to see you.” “you saw me earlier.” “still missed ya, though.”

later that night, he kept his bedroom door just a sliver open. before darry went to bed, he’d see him walking past his room just to peak inside and then walk off like he wasn’t just snooping.

ponyboy paid him little to no mind, though. it was hard to think of anything but the pretty little thing he had in his arms, talking in the softest voice he’d ever heard.

your head rested on top of his shoulder, your legs practically on top of his. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, his head on top of yours. limbs were tangled with each other, and he’d never been closer to a human being before.

ponyboy never wanted to move. he hoped you felt the same way, and didn’t feel his heart racing and how sweaty his hands were. he felt how you felt soft, and well-fitted in hands.

“oh, please. mrs. young is never nice to nobody. you’d be lucky if she gave ya an mean look rather than her usual evil look.” you added onto ponyboy’s complaints of his villainous biology teacher.

“tell me ‘bout it. i’ve never heard her talk to a kid in a voice lower than a yell. i don’t even think she can talk in a normal voice.” he fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as he spoke.

“you don’t have to be so nervous,” you teased lightly. you looked up at him through your eyebrows before adjusting your head to get a better look at him. ponyboy exhaled, and turned his head away from you, feigning annoyance.

“i ain’t nervous.” “yea, and i’m marilyn monroe since we’re both liars.” you snickered as you spoke and pony just let out an airy chuckle. “c’mon, it’s jus’ me. you don’t gotta act like i’m killin’ ya.”

it felt like it, definitely.

you were giving him some sort of heart attack, some sort of mental breakdown. he was definitely gonna die. but, let it be known, ponyboy curtis would die a happy a man.

“oh, yea. that’s real comforting.” “ah, thank you.” you replied in a sarcastic tone that mingled with your voice in a way that seemed almost too natural. that’s what he liked about you—he could talk to you like this, and you didn’t get butt-hurt about it, or escalate it.

ponyboy felt you press your body against his further and he felt his heart stop. good god, you had to know just how much he liked you. he didn’t complain, though.

“you think you’re so funny, don’t ya?” ponyboy muttered, just as sarcastically as you spoke earlier. he turned his head back toward you just to plant a quick kiss against your temple. a giggle left your throat, as a small embarrassed smile spread across your lips.

“a little.” “no, a lot. i know ya like the back of my hand. can’t fool me, no sir.” ponyboy muttered between kisses. you now faced him as kiss after kiss tickled your face. you felt the smile he tried to hide against your cheek, then at the spot right beside your ear, then your chin. it felt like there wasn’t a spot unkissed.

you jokingly asked for him to stop through giggles, and lightly tried to push him away. his arms around your waist made it hard to separate yourself from ponyboy. he pressed one final, and lingering, kiss against your forehead. he emphasized the kiss with a ‘mwah’.

“you’re jus’ as evil as mrs. young, y’know?” you complained with a snicker. in response, ponyboy just rolled his eyes. “yea, right.” you leaned over quickly, planting a fast kiss on the tip of his nose. “so evil, n’ so mean.”

“shut up,” he grumbled. “make me,” you replied. his lips were pressed against yours in the matter of seconds.

[dilfl0v3rss]

quiet!choso

quiet!choso who has no problem being out by himself, but refuses to talk in any other way than a hushed tone in public. only using his regular voice at home or with family, but he still barely spoke in full sentences.

quiet!choso always looks to you to order for him. voice too deep and quiet for waiters and drive threw workers to hear him so he always just lets you do it.

“i’ll take the number five with fruit punch as the drink pleaseee.” you chirped into the receiver. pretty skirt riding up your thighs as you leaned halfway over the center console to order your food.

“okay! anything else?” the employee asked. you looked at choso, who stared deep in thought at the menu before moving his lips towards your ear. “same thing…please” you smiled at how soft spoken he was, giving him a quick peck on the cheek for his cuteness before giving the woman his order.

quiet!choso who not only speaks quietly, but moves in silence as well. there has been too many times where your soul has left your body because this man has come home from work without making a sound. just quietly changing his clothes before sitting on the couch to watch his shows.

you were in the main bathroom, just getting done with some cleaning. your earphones were playing sza softly in your ears as you hummed along to her voice. as you walked from the toilet to the shower, you glanced out the door and your heart dropped to your ass. there was a man on your couch, hood on his head as he sat comfortably watching tv. you covered your mouth from the scream that you wanted to release before quietly reaching for your phone to call your boyfriend.

since you hid in the tub, you missed the part where choso pulled his phone from his pocket, giving it a confused look before answering it. ‘why is she calling me if i’m home?’ he thought as he quietly spoke to you through the receiver. “hello?” he instantly grew worried at your shaky breaths, quietly getting up from the couch before slowly walking to where he saw you cleaning. “t-there’s a man in the house”

choso stopped in his tracks, turning around before looked around the empty living room and kitchen. “where?” he said softly walking towards the small black pistol he kept deep in the cushion of his recliner. he slowly pulled the weapon out, being as quiet as possible before walking towards your bedroom to further his inspection. “h-he in the living room. got a black hoodie on with his hood up. looks pretty big too.” choso took a deep breath, rolling his eyes as he realized his mistake. you always told him to let you know when he’s home if he doesn’t see you when he walks in the door, but of course he forgot. “mama that’s me. i’m home from work” before he could say anything else you hung up, standing up from the tub before walking out into the living room with your arms crossed.

“choso bring your ass over here right now boy!”

quiet!choso who even though is seen as an antisocial guy, goes out with you to parties and get togethers. always giving you the same quiet speech about how “a man doesn’t need a voice to keep his woman safe”.

quiet!choso who doesn’t really care what people think of him, letting his brothers and friends call him all types of names without getting irritated in the slightest.

“she already do the talking so i’m guessing she be doing to fucking too” his middle brother sukuna said with a chuckle. choso, yuji, and sukuna agreed to have “bro bonding” (clearly yuji made the name) every other weekend to “keep their relationship strong”. this time it was being held at sukuna’s cave house where the three of them ate takeout and played on the game. “kuna leave em aloneee. there’s nothing wrong with letting your woman have control” his youngest brother said, large hand outstretched on choso’s back as he gave it a small rub.

“man cut the bullshit. even yuji don’t let bitches do that shit. you should hear the sounds that be comin outta my guest room when he crashes here wit a some random broad from a party.” yuji covered his face in embarrassment, making his older brothers chuckle. choso felt if he were to tell anyone how life was at home, it would be the two knuckleheads he was raised with. a small smirk planted on his face, tattooed hands gripping his controller a little tighter as he spoke.

“if my girl ‘ran’ me, don’t you think she’d be doing whatever she wanted? when we go out, why do you think she rather sit by me than go shake her ass with her friends like she usually used t’do?” sukuna and yuji’s eyes widened, giving choso a shocked look before the two of them looked at each other.

quiet!choso who doesn’t need to talk for you to know what he’s trying to say. settling for stern looks and a tap on your thigh, ass if nobody’s looking, as a warning to get you to act right.

quiet!choso who sometimes had to use rougher tactics to correct you when you’re out of line.

“say it again” choso groaned, long girthy dick rearranging your guts as he held you up by your hair. “i w–won’t cuss at daddy” you moaned, back grazing his broad tattooed chest. wrists bound together by fuzzy grey cuffs as you dug your nails into your palms. you were so frustrated earlier that you may have let a couple curse words slip into your vocabulary while texting choso, but regardless of your instant apology, he told you to be stripped and ready for him in the bed by the time he got home from work. now you were paying for your disrespect through taking all 8.5 inches of him without complaint.

“say it louder mama. daddy can’t hear you clearly through all that moaning” choso chuckled as he listened to you whine, pretty breasts bouncing with every thrust as you tried to speak clearly for the fifth time tonight. “i won’t c-cuss at daddy ever again! fuck m’gonna cummm” he rolled his eyes, pace never faltering as he fucked you through your third orgasm of the night. choso’s inked hand abruptly let go of your hair, making a chuckle slip as he watched you fall to the bed with a huff, hands not able to stop you.

“now you cursing right at me. gon be here all night if you don’t clean it up princess”