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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago

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Life Lessons || CL16

Summary: After an embarrassing secret is shared Charles accepts some help to learn a few things about female pleasure.

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fem rec oral, sex ed

WC: 2.9k

Charles - The Lazy Lover - Leclerc. That was what the wag gossip pages all shared in their stories and Charles’ cheeks grew red with embarrassment as he read the latest caption. The supposed ‘inside source’ had recounted the disappointment his past girlfriends had found in Charles’ bedroom activities. They cited him as ‘vanilla’ and ‘a missionary man’, but none of those hurt more than the sentence that described his oral capabilities as ‘nonexistent’.

He didn’t think he was bad in bed, and he wouldn’t have called himself selfish, but he couldn’t help asking some of his exes for the truth. Each of them denied sharing the information to the gossip pages, but they all replied with the same consensus.

Charles chased his own pleasure and they didn’t feel comfortable telling him what they needed to reach their own high too. He felt guilty, wondering how many of the relationships would have ended differently or not ended at all if he had paid more attention - to their sex life as well as the rest. He certainly hadn’t been the most attentive in any aspect of his last relationship with Alexandra.

“Don’t laugh,” Pierre started the conversation seriously, something that immediately caused concern for Charles. “I know someone who knows someone that can help you. She’s a private tutor, of sorts.”

“Do you know how fucked I would be if news broke I went to a hooker?”

“She’s not a hooker,” Pierre assured him as he wrote an address down on a napkin and slid it across the table. “It's already taken care of, 8pm tomorrow.”

Charles looked at the address and sighed. “This is in Paris.”

“Of course, City of Love, my friend.” Pierre finished his coffee and rose from the table, pushing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Charles mumbled, still uncertain about the whole idea of having a stranger teach him how to be a better lover. “I guess.”

Later that afternoon, Charles received an email with a rather detailed questionnaire about his experiences in the bedroom as well as a small dining and drinks menu to select from. He figured he couldn’t be any more embarrassed than he already was and took his time to honestly answer the questions.

—

Charles debated turning around at least three times as he climbed the stairs in a modern apartment building. He had caught a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower from the stairwell window and paused as the lights danced along the metal, wondering if he was in the right place. He was still in half a mind that Pierre had sent him to a brothel, but this didn’t fit the stereotype he had in his head of a Parisian whorehouse. He definitely imagined more Moulin Rouge lighting and seedy alleys.

He reached the 3rd floor and found only one door on the landing, his finger barely able to aim for the doorbell with its shaking. He didn’t know what to expect when the handle started to turn, but it certainly wasn’t a bright welcoming smile and the delicious smell of fresh baking.

“Hi, you must be Charles,” you greeted your newest client. “Come in, please.”

You could tell he was nervous as he hesitantly stepped inside and his eyes scanned your home, taking in the artwork on the walls and the candlelit table with two place settings. You tried to ease his mind with a quick introduction about who you were while you poured him a glass of wine.

“Help yourself,” you said as you took a seat and waved a hand to the fresh bread and cheeses he had selected from the menu. He took a breath and sat down opposite you, the candlelight catching the sharp jawline and angular features of his handsome face. “So, Charles, what is your goal? What do you want to get out of this?”

“I, uh, to be able to please a woman?”

“You don’t sound sure,” you teased as you watched him spread an olive tapenade over the fresh toasted bread.

“No, no, I am,” he said a little more forcefully before sighing. “I didn’t realise I was…bad…in bed, until recently.”

“Well, rest assured, we will change that. But first, tell me a bit more about yourself, there’s only so much I can learn from the questionnaire.”

—

Charles began to relax the more he shared. He knew he was protected by the NDA you had sent with the rest of the paperwork and the anonymity that came with baring his ugly truths to a stranger helped to ease the discomfort of what he was doing. He still wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing but your encouraging smile kept his words flowing, like he was finally doing something right.

He hadn’t realised how quickly time had passed until the grandfather clock in the entrance chimed the hour and he saw he had eaten his fill of the meal he chose.

His overnight bag still waited on the hall table, the list of what to bring had been ticked off and double checked. His calendar had been cleared for the weekend and his phone turned off. Everything he needed to remember could be jotted down in the small journal that sat beside his used cutlery.

“So, um, what happens next?” he asked as his eyes darted to the bedroom door.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with, Charles. Come,” you rose from the table and grabbed his bag, taking it to your bedroom as he trailed behind. His feet rushed before slowing down as he caught his own eagerness and frowned to himself. It was common. There was a blurred line between of uncertainty on whether they were here to get laid or here to learn.

You placed his bag beside the large desk that covered one wall of your room and pointed to the computer chair where he took a seat. “Every woman is different and there isn’t a universal button to make us come. But, by understanding the physiological functions and anatomy, I will teach you the tools to find the right spots to make her fall apart.”

“A-anatomy?” he stammered.

You took a step back and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor and bare your nakedness. His eyes widened and he swallowed deeply as he drank in your body. A soft breath fell from his parted lips when you climbed onto the desk and spread your legs either side of him. “I could show you a textbook, but I find this much more effective.”

His throat bobbed as he tried to keep eye contact and the act brought a little laugh from your chest, forcing him to look at your breasts bouncing with it. “You can look, in fact that is exactly what this first lesson is about. Look, Charles.”

His eyes closed but when they opened he was staring at your core, his chest inflating with his deep breath. “Do I just start?” he asked hesitantly, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Just look for now,” you said with a smile as you reached down your body. “Everyone has erogenous zones, places that feel good when stimulated, and these can be found all over your body, men and women. Thumbs, wrists, behind the knees, inner thighs, neck. Simply kissing and sucking these spots can feel just as good as foreplay.”

“Really?” he eyes widened in surprise and his eyes scanned all the places you had mentioned.

“Really, and I want you to find mine.” You bared your throat and relaxed back on your elbows. “You’ll watch for the physical reactions to confirm it. Deep breathing, moans, eyes closing, jaw slack, forehead pinched - they are some of the outward signs of pleasure.”

“Are you okay with this?” he asked as he found your bent knee the closest point to his lips and his tentative touch warmed your skin.

“I am, and I am pleased that you asked for consent.”

He smiled proudly at the praise before he lifted your leg and kissed the back of your knee, his eyes watching your face as he dragged his tongue along the tendon and crease. Your head fell back and he grinned. “There.”

“One,” you confirmed with a nod before he moved up to your thigh, trying the same thing with a kiss and a lap of his tongue. A giggle bubbled up and you squirmed away. “That’s just ticklish.”

“So not that one?” he double checked, and you shook your head. “Okay…”

The man was thorough and he made sure to find which ones were good for you and which ones weren’t. He paid attention to the signs and more than once he paused to jot down a note in the journal you had provided.

“You’re a good student,” you praised.

“I have a good teacher.”

You smiled at the compliment. “Would you like to explore lesson two tonight or rest? We have all weekend.”

His eyes gave away his answer before his lips did and you climbed off the desk. “Let’s start with the basics then. The first thing you want to do is make yourself comfortable. Craning your neck from where you lie between her legs isn’t comfortable and won’t encourage you to stay there if things take a little longer,” you explained as you moved into the bed and tossed him a pillow. “So, pop one of these under the small of her back.”

He looked at the pillow and shuffled forward. “Now?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, lifting your hips up so he could lay it in place. “Two things happen here, one, it lifts her hips higher for better access which your neck will be thankful for, and two, it tilts her pelvis down and makes it much easier to work her g spot.”

“I thought that was a myth.”

“Why don’t you find out?” you dared. “Did you clip your nails before you came?”

He looked at the short nails and wiggled his fingers with a nod. He had followed every instruction in the email.

“Good, the last thing you want is to accidentally cut a partner with a sharp nail. Now the technique most people find effective is palm up, one or two fingers, gently work your way inside - it’s all about timing, take it slow and build to begin. Once your fingers are inside, curl your fingers up and you’ll feel the tissue is softer, almost spongy. Massaging pressure over that stimulated the g-spot, and if you are good at multitasking you can then add pressure from the outside too. Just place a hand low on her abdomen, slightly above the pelvic bone - don’t press too hard though as it will push on her bladder. First though, you’d probably want to start with warming her up with some cunilingus, eating pussy.”

Charles hopped off the bed and grabbed the journal, quickly jotting down the instructions with quiet eagerness.

“You can practice if you feel comfortable,” you invited when he put the pen and page down.

“Uh, yeah, please,” he stammered as he knelt on the bed and shuffled closer.

You reached into the bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. “I don’t need this,” you said and he smirked as he saw the other outward sign you had explained - arousal - it already lubricated your slit with the thought of what Charles was going to do to you. “But you should always keep a bottle at home. All women are different, some are drier than others no matter how aroused they get. Or, it’s handy for other areas of play like anal, or even a sensual massage.”

You put the bottle back and settled among the pillows. “Use me, explore, feel the different textures and I’ll guide you if you need it. Remember to look and listen to the signs of pleasure.”

Charles nodded and settled between your legs, getting up close and personal with your pussy. His indecision held him frozen as he wondered where to begin so you offered some guidance. “Finding the clit is a good starting point and then exploring around it to find the sensitive spots. Lick, suck, kiss, try it all.”

Encouraged, he laid a tentative kiss on your slit, his eyes rolled up to watch for your reactions. Seeing nothing, he took aim and tried again, his lip brushing over your clit and a soft sigh reached his ears. More confident, his tongue flicked out and caught your clit making you jolt.

“Was that good or bad?” he asked with a frown.

“Both, that spot is very sensitive - think of the slit at the tip of your cock. When it’s primed and ready that feels amazing but straight off the bat it is a little shocking to the system. You’re in the right area though, so keep exploring.”

This time he circled his tongue around and your moan was louder. You could practically feel his smile on your skin.

“That feels good,” you hummed as warmth spread through your body and he reached up on his own initiative, massaging your breasts. “Oh, you’re a natural now.”

Inspired, he explored further, his tongue lashing along your slit, dipping into your cunt. Your back arched off the bed with a gasp so he delved deeper, fucking you with his tongue as a familiar tightening grew in your core.

“Now would be the perfect time to try to find the g-spot,” you murmured as you fought the urge to succumb to the pleasure, but the lesson wasn’t over.

His rhythm faltered with a fresh wave of nervousness and he pulled back with shiny swollen lips to drag his fingertips through the mess he had made. The slick digits started gently, dipping inside your cunt a little deeper each time until it met the resistance of his palm.

“Feel around for the different textures and then curl your fingers a little.”

He did as instructed and his lips parted in surprise as he felt the spot. “Oh, wow, I’ve never noticed that…”

Your laugh made your pussy clench and he chuckled as your walls tightened around his fingers. “I like that feeling,” he commented with a flirty smirk.

“I thought you would,” you said with a wink. “I also do lessons on male stimulation if you’re ever interested.”

“Like…gay?” he asked quietly, a frown starting to form on his brows yet it wasn’t a look of distaste.

You were intimately aware that he still had two fingers curled in your cunt but it was good that he felt comfortable enough to hold a conversation at the same time. “It’s about learning the male anatomy, like what we did here. Whether that knowledge is used for self pleasure or with a partner, male or female, that is up to them.”

He contemplated the idea for a moment before he remembered what he was doing and began to work his wrist, curling his fingers in sync so they dragged over that delicious spot. He watched your sordid reaction with fascination before he grew bolder, his tongue finding your puffy clit.

“Oh fuck, yes,” you moaned loudly as your pussy tightened in anticipation. He had read your body perfectly and flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit but this time you were primed and ready. Your orgasm began with a tingle through your hair, leading to a fine tremor that danced down your spine, it raced down your legs and curled your toes. “Oh, Charles!”

He moaned against your clit as his wrist snapped forwards and back, the wet sounds of your body filling the room as his fingers fucked you through the explosion. Your cunt clenched and spasmed around the digits and stars spotted your vision. Your head fell back into the pillows with a cry and liquid gushed over his fingers with the release.

Disoriented and overstimulated, you reached between your legs and placed your hand over his. “Please, too much,” you whispered with a hoarse voice and rough aftershocks snapping at your thighs. “That was so fucking good, Charles. I, I just need a minute.”

You threw an arm over your head, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you waited for your heart rate to calm again. A small laugh bounced from your chest as you came down from the high and you finally had the strength to prop yourself back up on your elbows.

“That was perfect, Charles, you are a very quick learner.”

He was busy staring at his hand, your release coating his palm and running down his wrist. “So that’s what an orgasm feels like?” His brows pinched as he realised he had never felt that before.

“It’s what this one felt like. They can be different based on what areas are stimulated, the intensity, intimacy, lots of factors.” You could see he was still disappointed in himself for his previous ignorance and you sat up slowly, crossing your legs as you faced him. “Just because a woman doesn’t orgasm it doesn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the experience. Does a blow job feel good before you cum?”

He shrugged, still a little unconvinced. “Yeah.”

“See, forgive yourself and move on, now you know what to do for next time.” You carefully climbed off the bed on unsteady legs and offered your hand. “Last lesson of the night, aftercare.”

He stood up and froze, looking down at his pants. “Sorry, I kind of, uh, um…”

“Why are you sorry?” you laughed, drawing his attention away from the damp patch on his trousers. “You are meant to enjoy pleasuring your partner. Never apologise for that, Charles.”

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wholoveseggs · 1 year ago

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Oh my gosh! do you know those NSFW alphabet trends people would do for characters on tumblr? could you do one for elijah, please? thank you!

Elijah's Love Letters {NSFW Alphabet}

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

~Thanks for the request anon ♡♡ I already wrote one of these and forgot to post it! thanks for reminding me~ xoxo

2.5k words - Warnings: descriptions of sex and preferences.

A is for Aftercare (What is their aftercare like?)

--- Elijah is a gentleman, so of course, he is very attentive and loving in aftercare. He is a very selfless lover who wants to make sure you're okay. He will get you something to drink, bring a warm washcloth to clean you up, and if it was a more intense encounter, he will carry you to the bath, getting in with you.

B is for Body Part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

--- He is a big fan of your eyes, he loves to look into them as they dilate in pleasure while he's fucking you. He's a closed off person in general, so when he gets you in bed he pours all his feelings into the experience. He wants to see your every emotion and he will gaze into your eyes to read every feeling that's expressed.

--- I think his favorite body part of his is his hands, he enjoys them in and out of the bedroom. His hands are strong and he enjoys using them to touch you. Whether he is running his fingers through your hair, caressing your skin, or burying them inside you, he likes the intimacy that is expressed with his hands.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum)

--- He's a bit of a neat freak and also a gentleman, so he doesn't love the thought of cumming on you, even if you want him to. He prefers the intimacy of cumming inside you, with your consent, of course.

--- If you want him to cum in your mouth he will happily oblige, especially if you are willing to swallow. But he will always ask permission first.

D is for Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

--- Although Elijah prefers to be in control in all aspects of his life, he secretly loves when you take control. The idea of you pushing him down and riding him or having his hands tied to the bed while you take whatever you want from him is a secret fantasy.

--- Another secret kink is that he loves to be needed and wanted. He would never admit it out loud, but he likes when you pout and beg him to kiss or touch you. He wants to feel desired and loved, and though he would be too afraid to say it, he just wants someone who needs him.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

--- He certainly knows what he's doing, he has centuries of experience and he is very versed in all things sexual. He has had many lovers in his past, so you can trust that he is very good at pleasuring his partner.

--- He has been alive for centuries and has learned how to read body language and facial expressions. He will know if you are enjoying what he is doing or not. He loves learning your likes and dislikes and giving you exactly what you need.

F is for Favorite Position (Favorite position to have sex in)

--- A gentleman to his core, Elijah is more comfortable with traditional positions, meaning classic missionary mostly. But that doesn't mean he's boring in bed by any means. He's able to make typical positions sensual and overwhelming, providing him with deep intimacy and the power he's looking for.

--- He enjoys having your wrists pinned above your head, thrusting into you while he listens to every moan and pant that leaves your lips. He will made the sort of eye contact that leaves you feeling emotionally vulnerable, deepening the connection between you.

G is for Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

--- As a man with centuries of pent-up emotions, Elijah has trouble separating his love life with his feelings and actions. He is the perfect mixture of soft and raw when it comes to sex. He is incredibly attentive in the moment, he wants to pleasure you, make you happy, and ensure that you are feeling good. He spends a lot of time praising you and kissing you gently, then finally once you give him the okay he becomes the most intense man you've ever seen.

--- But no matter if it's rough or sensual, Elijah's love is there, and that comes through in his actions. I don't think he's cracking jokes, but he's not serious either. He will laugh and smile if the moment calls for it.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?)

--- From head to toe he likes everything in its place. Elijah keeps himself extremely well-groomed, everything is freshly trimmed and clean.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect~)

--- You might have soft, romantic lovemaking, or he may pound you into the bed. Regardless, he's tender and he is trying to show his love for you in these moments. He is passionate, sensual, and loving with every action he takes. He will make sure to tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you while he pleasures you.

--- Elijah enjoys the slow burn, because he loves the anticipation that comes with it. He is the king of foreplay and will tease you as much as possible, before fully satisfying your desires. He thrives off the deep intimacy, the eye contact, the touches, the whispered confessions.

--- He will do whatever he can to get you as worked up as possible before he sends you over the edge.

J is for Jack Off (Masturbation)

--- He doesn't indulge in it very much, but when he does he imagines you. He imagines your pretty face, and he remembers the softness of your skin. He misses your kisses, your touch, and he strokes his cock to remember what it's like when you're wrapped around him. When he cums it's to the thought of pounding into you while you gasp his name and claw at his back.

K is for Kink (One or more of their kinks)

--- As I said previously he really likes being in control. He enjoys dominating you, but it's always in a tender and gentle way. His dominance has nothing to do with degradation and humiliation, it's more of a desire to please you and be in power of how that pleasure occurs.

--- I also think Elijah is a bit of a voyeur. There are so many instances where he is just watching, quietly observing everyone and every conversation. He's a discreet person, and this trait follows him into the bedroom. He enjoys watching you pleasure yourself. He will sit back, relaxed in a chair with his sleeves rolled up, while you strip and touch yourself on the bed. He gets an immense amount of pleasure from watching you get so worked up, only to snap and take over when he's ready.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex)

--- He prefers having you under him on his bed, making love to you slowly in a tangle of limbs. But he isn't opposed to other places, like his study or even the kitchen, as long as it's private and he can protect you from any prying eyes.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

--- Well, its pretty much canon that Elijah loves hot brunettes that challenge him. Just look at Hayley, Gia and Katherine.

--- I think he's attracted to passionate people, who aren't afraid to chase what they want. He's really attracted to power and a strong character, so someone who won't take any bullshit is right up his alley.

--- I think his polite and gentlemanly nature gets in his own way when it comes to love. It's hard for him to find the words to express his wants and needs so you will have to make the first move. He truly admires when a woman takes control and tells him exactly what to do. But he won't let her stay in control for long.

N is for NO (Something they would never do)

--- He would never degrade or insult you, no matter how rough the sex is, he will still be whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

--- He's not a friends with benefits or hate sex kind of person. He needs intimacy and genuine connection, so a one night stand is extremely unlikely to happen with him. He may be a flirt, but he wants something far deeper than lust when he gets you in his bed.

--- His greatest fear is hurting you, physically or emotionally. So he will not even entertain anything that could put you at risk, especially extreme bondage or knife play.

O is for Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving?)

--- As I said in my headcanons, I think he may of popularized eating pussy to begin with, so he is definitely into giving. He was probably the first man who fell to his knees and worshipped his lover, eating you out before there was even a term for it. He is so good with his mouth and will give you the best orgasm of your life, without fail.

--- But if you do want to suck his cock, he would definitely appreciate it, and it's likely you'll end up on your back with him returning the favor.

P is for Pace (Are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

--- It depends on his mood, but generally he's the perfect combination of both.

--- Elijah loves the intimacy, so when the night starts, he will take his time, building the tension. He will slowly kiss your neck, whispering sweet words of praise in your ear. Then he will start taking your clothes off, caressing every inch of skin that is exposed. Once he gets his hand between your legs, he will enjoy fingering you until you are a dripping mess.

--- After that, it's up to him. If he is craving intimacy, he will make love to you, and take his time. He will worship your body and fuck you until you're seeing stars.

--- If he's craving the intense pleasure, then he will bend you over, or maybe he'll throw you onto the bed, and pound you into the mattress. It depends on the night.

Q is for Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

--- He prefers to be unhurried, taking his time and making your time together last as long as possible. He isn't against the idea of a quickie, but he won't initiate them. If you are at a party or event and you get needy, you will have to whisper your request in his ear and drag him away, which will probably lead to him pinning you against a wall out of sight.

R is for Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

--- He's a overly cautious person in every aspect of his life, so he is going to be very reluctant to take risks, especially in the bedroom. The most risky thing he will be up for is spanking and tying your wrists.

--- He would be very reluctant to drink from you because of his traumatic past, but if you consent it will be taken straight from your neck and very gentle.

S is for Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

--- He's a vampire, and not just an average one, so his stamina is endless. He can go forever, and if he was a human, he'd be the man that could go for hours.

--- He's a gentleman so he is going to make sure your pleasure comes first. He achieves satisfaction from knowing that he made you feel good. He's always more focused on your orgasm, and he is extremely skilled at drawing them out of you.

T is for Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

--- He's not against them, he just doesn't find himself using them. Elijah is a very self-sufficient man, and he enjoys providing pleasure by himself. He finds the act of pleasuring someone extremely erotic, so he prefers to use his hands and mouth, rather than a toy. But he will definitely use a vibrator on you if you ask.

U is for Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

--- He's an absolute tease, but it's the subtle, not over the top kind. He will run his hand across the small of your back while walking past. He will let his fingers graze over your ass or your chest in public, just to get you worked up.

--- But his greatest form of teasing is using eye contact. He will look at you from across the room and hold your gaze until you're squirming. It's a quiet, private kind of teasing, that makes your head spin.

V is for Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

--- He is very controlled, he barely ever makes a sound. If you can pull moans out of him, you are doing something very right. If you want to hear him groan, you'll have to squeeze tight around his cock or dig your nails into his shoulder.

--- He enjoys listening to the noises that you make, he loves hearing you whimper and moan, the louder the better, especially if it's his name.

--- He also loves to talk during sex, asking you questions and talking dirty, all while keeping his voice steady and composed.

W is for Wild Card (Random headcannon)

--- Just like Klaus I think Elijah is an absolute simp for the person he loves. He may be one of the most powerful creatures on earth, but if his lover tells him to do something he's doing it.

--- He's the type of man who will do anything to make his lover happy, which means that he will spoil you rotten. He will shower you in gifts and affection, and he is more than happy to oblige any request that you may have.

--- He's not very possessive, just protective. He will be there for you and defend you against anyone and anything, but he's not the jealous or clingy type.

X is for X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

--- You know what? It's whatever you want it to be, I am not going to say any particular size. But, I believe it to be very aesthetically pleasing, just like the rest of him.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

--- He's the kind of person who can control his desires, and can keep his feelings under control. That being said, he does have a sex drive. {He's a vampire, after all, everything is heightened} But since his feelings are always tightly bottled up, it takes a lot for him to show them, including sex.

Z is for ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

--- Elijah is a big fan of pillow talk, and will usually keep you up late into the night, whispering his thoughts into the darkness. He will tell you about the past, he will confide his fears, and he will pour his heart out. He will talk about things he has never shared with anyone else.

--- He will want to be close to you as possible. He'll pull you against him, and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He'll whisper his love and devotion and you'll fall asleep, feeling safe and secure.

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kpopsexstories · 1 month ago

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hey, i have an idea for a good story. being an idol can be problematic when it comes to relationships and sex. NCT Mark is well known for his friendship with Mina from Gugudan, the two idols can help each other out quite well and have fun in bed. another example is Jeno and Mina from Twice, they also had their time. they all have the same problem so what's stopping them from having sex! (i don't mean a foursome!! i'm just giving two separate ideas with a similar plot)

One-shot #25: Mark & Mina – Presenters to Lovers

This is the 25th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrity: NCT Mark x Mina

Sex Content: Eating pussy, Missionary, Use of condom

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 5.5k

Story: A young Mark is reluctant to say yes to a new job – because she will be his co-presenter on stage. Mina is his former classmate, and when they meet again it reignites a past attraction.

This is a story that has been through some ups and downs. Immediately when receiving the request I went way overboard and sort of outlined a whole mini series about Mark and Jeno with their respective Mina's. Let me ruin it straight away: that's not something you're going to get, sorry 😅

Because I went overboard I lost all passion, and for a while I thought there wouldn't even be a single story after all. But the idea did still stick with me, and then one day when I was supposed to be working on something else I hashed out the story you now get in this post. It's just Mark and Mina, no Jeno.

But it was very rushed. It wasn't a great first draft. And I then thought I would scrap the whole thing...

…only to revive it again some time later. I rewrote parts of it and changed it from a two-part to a longer one-part story. I think you can still tell where the break was supposed to happen – there's a shift in tone – but I've done my best to smooth it over.

Now here it finally is. Please enjoy this Mark & Mina smut, based on their real life history and work as co-presenters, and of course on the great idea in the request 😀

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Mark wasn't happy and excited at all when he was offered the Music Core presenter position. In fact he was mortified. It took a lot of convincing before he finally agreed, but man is he glad he did.

He knew that management had put his name in the hat. He was flattered by their confidence in him. But suddenly the reality of it all sank in. He was eighteen years old and so scared and certain he wouldn't be able to handle it that he initially flat out refused.

He was repeatedly told how great he would be which only added to the pressure and anxiety. He was reminded that he had plenty of stage experience already yet he brushed that argument aside. It should and would be a cake walk for someone like Mark Lee, and the people around him were confused and a little frustrated with the young man's child-like reluctance.

Where did this sudden stage fright come from? Was he going through some teenage phase of awkward self-doubt? What could they say or do to make him come to his senses and see what a natural talent he was?

“But Mina will be by your side,” Mark was told, referring to his co-host-to-be and former classmate. “Doesn't it feel good to know your friend will be there to support you?”

If only they knew the truth. Mark couldn't very well tell them and he never did. The problem was not stage fright or a lack of confidence. It was Mina herself, and she was the only person in the world who would ever know that.

Mark and Mina had a short-lived but major history, well before they got up on stage together in front of the nation for the first time. Back in school they weren't really friends at all, but they weren't just classmates either.

They had shared similar goals and aspirations and that's what once brought them together. The reason Mark was so scared, and why Mina was a problem rather than a friendly face to rely on, was because he once lost his virginity to her.

That's right, Mark was being pitted with the first non-family woman who ever saw him naked. He had dreamt of that day ever since. To see her again now was terrifying, specifically because he felt he had to be perfect for her.

She was the cause of the pressure and anxiety because he wanted to impress her. In other words, she was quite the opposite of the blessing people around him believed her to be.

It's not that their first time was a bad experience, not at all. But they had only kept in sporadic touch since and any closer relationship had never formed. The prospect of seeing her again, in this new setting and what felt like a lifetime later but which was really just a couple of years, made him horny, afraid, nostalgic, excited and insecure all at once.

He was genuinely afraid. He worried that she would find him inadequate, that he wouldn't live up to her expectations. A disappointment. He didn't want to tarnish the great memory, and was convinced that his heart and mind wouldn't be able to take the embarrassment if he somehow failed. In front of her.

At the same time, maybe the true or deeper reason behind his hesitation was not the fear of embarrassing himself. Maybe it was the fear of them sleeping together again. Because he honestly believed her to be way out of his league, and his young heart was afraid to be hurt. That was his real worry.

He did eventually agree though, both despite and simultaneously because Mina was his female counterpart. And it turned out to be the best decision he ever made.

Today, several years after their reunion on stage, Mark and Mina's stint as co-presenters feels like an emotional blur for a multitude of reasons. Though he's proud and happy that he did it he can only recall glimpses of it. The fact that he can't even remember why he was so worried in the first place is probably a good thing.

Teenage hormones tend to play tricks on a young man's body and mind. But as an adult, Mark can't even remember what the big deal was. It's funny how a man's mind can change in so much in just a few years.

As presenters the duo was praised for their professionalism and charismatic banter. The fact that they once slept together probably helped, in the end. They supported each other both on and off stage, and as their professional relationship formed and grew, so did their friendship and Mark's maturity and perspective.

In short, not only did it turn out to be a fun job, it was the start of a long overdue friendship. Mark and Mina became close, and this time they stayed in touch. One important reason for that was that something else happened, another thing he didn't tell many people about and certainly not his managers.

Young, naive and working with the girl he had a major crush on – because yes, that's essentially what it was all about – Mark experienced new emotions and the possibilities and freedoms of a grown-up. As did Mina, who had followed Mark's career since those school days.

Perhaps it was only a matter of time before it happened. If they hadn't been paired up like this it probably never would have, but when fate brought them together the attraction was still there.

It never left. And yeah, as you'll have guessed by now, at some point in the middle of their brief time as colleagues, Mark and Mina found themselves naked in bed together again.

Mark might not remember much from their time on stage. But he certainly remembers that night off stage. It was one of his most memorable sexual experiences in his teens, and he's so glad he finally dared to say yes. Yes to hosting, and yes to her.

*****

Mina had fond memories of Mark. It was a shame that their relationship in school never amounted to much more than being classmates. Classmates who once explored their sexuality with each other.

For a year Mark was just the guy she lost her virginity to. Then he became famous, and she borderline stalked him throughout his early career. She stopped when they became co-presenters, and a handful of comments online bashed her for being too clingy. It was a painful reality check.

Ironically, it was Mark who made her feel better. He understood her, or at least her position in the public eye. When she learned that he had been hesitant to take the job because of her she laughed about it, but quickly realized that it was actually kind of sweet. Mark hadn't forgotten about her either.

To reunite on stage in front of the nation was indeed a unique situation, but above all a fun experience. And, as they quickly figured out, the sexual attraction between hadn't gone anywhere.

Mark had just turned nineteen when they inevitably ended up having sex again. He made fun of Mina for still being a year younger, though in reality they were the same age and her birthday was just a few months away. Making illogical jokes that were perfectly logical in his oddly wired but absolutely brilliant brain was his strange way of flirting.

The banter on stage often continued off stage too. His unique sense of humor was part of the reason why she still found herself attracted to the man. Mark was a fun and sweet guy to hang out with, and the flirting – which went both ways – worked.

*****

In the years that followed the two friends and lovers became something just short of a couple. They never dated, not even unofficially. They were never close friends who saw each other daily. But they did have sex again, many, many times.

The attraction that had always been there was restricted by youth and inexperienced, but as adults they could let it blossom. In the spotlight and unable to freely date others, they found in each other something that was surprisingly common in the Korean music industry, but also something that was exceedingly rare. Much to the amusement of their friends they became the definition of two people who were friends with benefits.

The sex was always good, and with time it became great. Even as they grew up further and gained experience with other lovers in their lives, they always found themselves returning to each other for more.

But it wasn't just about satisfying a sexual need. Mark had found someone who understood him, not just as a public figure but on a deeper level. Mina would be by his side for many years to come, and in some ways sleeping together was just a bonus. It was as much about a need for comfort and an escape as it was about two people who genuinely could relate to each other on so many levels.

It was a unique relationship that still holds to this day, one that neither of them would change anything about. They both knew early on that they were never going to be a real couple, but they were both happy and thankful to have each other in their lives. As colleagues, lovers, and friends.

This story is not about their present relationship as friends with benefits though, nor is it about their very first time. It's about that second time, in the midst of their season as co-presenters when Mark was at the height of his worries and anxiety.

*****

There was nothing romantic about the way Mina suggested it. She simply just asked, and Mark said yes. In hindsight working together was the best decision, as it was the start of a sexually loaded friendship that would last for many years.

Like Mark, Mina lived in Seoul. Unlike him, however, she had her own apartment. One night after work he found himself in it. Just how they got there is another thing that remains a blur in his memory.

It had been a while since he touched her naked breasts for the first time. To do it again now felt incredibly good. He massaged them, kissed them and rubbed his body against them before their clothes had even come off. He simply couldn't stay away or get enough of them, even when his anxiety was so powerful.

In fact, the fact that she wanted him to touch her was a major reason why the worries became lighter and weaker. A lot of his anxiety stemmed from his imagination.

Mina was turned on by the lustful actions of her friend and colleague. He felt more secure than last time, like he actually knew what he was doing this time around. She was more mature too, and that fact played a major role in the future development of their sexual relationship.

Only an hour had passed since Mina suggested the thing she had wanted to suggest for months. Now here she was, already partway through their time as co-presenters, squirming with her legs spread and her shirt up to her neck, and with Mark's hands and lips all over her body.

She had undone her bra but not taken it off. It still loosely rested on her chest, pushed slightly to the side by Mark's fingers. He had his hand inside it while his body gradually made its way between her thighs, as he eagerly ventured further and pushed himself closer to her.

In the heat of the moment there was no self-doubt at all. Just pure, young love and attraction, topped with a sexual desire so strong everything else faded in the background.

Mark had on a t-shirt and a pair of light jeans. Mina was wearing sweatpants, the same pair she always put on after a show. In this moment she was very happy with her decision to finally invite the man home with her after work, ultimately to do the thing she'd been wanting to do in the time since she basically stalked him.

Happy was not the word Mark would use to describe the situation. He was extatic. His heart was beating fast and his mind was racing. He'd dreamt of this moment since he felt the folds of a woman for the first time, back in school when they were classmates and neither of them were famous.

Mina giggled at his excitement when he took the bra and yanked it off her. He raised his head and smiled down at her chest. Her breasts were perky but flat as gravity pulled them down, and the sight made the boner in his pants throb.

Mark came down and attacked his lover with his mouth. He kissed and licked one boob while massaging and squeezing the other. He touched her waist and pulled her in, while rubbing his groin against her thigh.

The arousal they both felt was intense. The reunion in bed felt long overdue.

Mark's lips jumped south, from the chest to Mina's stomach. He occasionally glanced up at her face, watching her pant with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

He mostly went by instinct. He was experienced and comfortable enough in bed to know roughly what he was doing but his actions weren't premeditated. He simply did what felt good and right in the moment, encouraged by Mina's reaction and the fact that they'd been naked together before.

He kissed her stomach and belly button. He reached the pants and undid them. She raised her hips when the pants opened and he slowly pulled them down with his fingers.

He got hold of the edge of her panties. He was going for the treasure and knew where to find it. Soon her pants and underwear slid over her ass, and Mark instinctively planted his mouth on her folds.

She was wet. He was eager to explore her body. As her clothes slid further down her legs he kissed her inner thighs and caressed her soft skin, and the worried about taking the job were long since forgotten.

The whole situation felt nothing like he had thought. It was endlessly better and not at all a case for concern.

Mark played with his lips on Mina's vagina and stuck out his tongue, and she let out an audible gasp. Last time they had sex he had been clueless and too scared to do anything other than the basics. This time he did what felt natural and it came easy to him. He had certainly matured by a lot, and wasn't at all scared of the woman any longer.

While Mark lay on his stomach and kissed and licked his lover, Mina reached down between her legs and touched his head. She raised her hips and pressed her folds against his mouth, and eventually got hold of his t-shirt. She pulled at it, dragged it up his body, and exposed his lower back.

“Mm,” she moaned and took more of the shirt in her hand. Mark kept smacking and kissing between her legs.

“Do you want to have sex?” he suddenly asked and briefly looked up.

Mina stopped moving and raised her head. More or less shirtless, bare-chested and with her pants down to her knees she stared down at the head and adorable face in her bed. Mark's big eyes, serious expression and his mouth still on her folds made her giggle.

“You didn't just ask that?” she said.

Mark was confused. He thought she wanted it. He certainly did. But he could hardly believe she had fallen for his flirting and thought the question was more than valid. His brain still told him this was all too good to be true.

Then it clicked for him. It wasn't just him who had matured. Mina was an adult with needs and desires like anyone else, and she didn't have to reply.

Of course she fucking wanted it, and he suddenly felt dumb for asking. Still, she found it nice and adorable that he was still considerate enough to ask.

When Mark did catch on he quickly pulled himself up. He left the vagina alone and went in to kiss her lips. They made out with a sudden, adult passion, and when she pulled on his shirt again he sat up straight on his knees between her thighs and took it off.

Mina pulled her leg in and around the front of Mark's body. She sat up and reached down to take her pants and underwear all the way off. Mark immediately started to unbutton his jeans, while Mina pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.

Memories flooded them both. They were simultaneously so into the moment that they didn't really stop to think, and so strongly reminded of the past it was all they could think about. It was a feeling, one beyond sexual attraction, and one they both recognized and liked.

Mina rolled sideways and reached for a drawer in her bedside table. Mark rolled on his side too and pulled his pants and socks over his feet. She found a condom and held on to it, turned on her back and watched. When Mark was down to only his boxers, he returned to her lips and their naked bodies embraced.

They made out for several minutes, rubbing their horny selves close together. He kept jolting and thrusting his hips, pressing his bulge and boner against her side. She spread her legs again, and soon he climbed back on top.

“You sure?” he asked in between lustful kisses.

It made Mina giggle. “You asked the same thing last time and I said yes.”

Mark stopped moving and looked her in the eye. He had a hand on her chest and another behind her shoulder. She stopped giggling and let out a soft moan, then clarified: ”Yeah Mark, I want to do it again. I've missed you.”

The words and Mina's lustful panting made Mark feel all warm inside. He'd missed her too and, consumed by the anxiety induced by the idea of working with her, temporarily forgotten just how much. But there was a time when he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how great his first time was.

He wished they were better friends back then, and for months after they took each other's virginity he had thought of nothing but her. Now here he was, back in her room, thrusting on top of her naked body. It was a recurring dream come true.

Mina caressed his legs with her feet and stroke his back with her fingers. She was still holding on to the condom and played with it on his skin. Mark kept gliding back and forth while gently massaging her boob, and they kissed and touched in ways that felt incredible.

Until Mina's hand slid inside his black boxers and she held the other in front of his eyes. The sight of the condom wrapper prompted him to suddenly pull away and roll off her.

He sat down and raised his ass and instinctively pulled his underwear down. He quickly got naked while she unwrapped the condom and scooted closer. He lay back and relaxed when she first kissed his shoulder and chest, then grabbed his dick, touching it for the first time.

Back in school she never saw it. He did the work and she was so nervous she never even tried to catch a glimpse. Now she wrapped her fingers around it like it was nothing, pulled the foreskin back and placed the rubber on the head.

She rolled it down and he held his breath. He stared at the ceiling, suddenly worried again. Worried that this wasn't real, and that if it was real, he'd disappoint her after all.

“That took so much longer last time,” Mark joked to lighten his own thoughts. It was true though.

“I've had a lot of practice,” Mina said and winked.

That actually gave Mark a piercing sensation of jealousy. But when Mina was done and leaned in over her friend, that jealousy quickly vanished.

She kissed his lips while still holding on to the dick. She stroke and squeezed him while they made out again, and Mark's lips were pulled in by hers.

He halfway sat up. He put his hands on her body and turned sideways. He moved closer and she lay down. Before long he was back on top, the dick wedged between their stomachs.

They were indeed more experienced than last time. They had both had multiple sexual partners since then. But they were still young, still learning, and the sex that followed was great but nothing crazy.

The dick kept kissing its target as they grinded their bodies together and made out. They touched and squirmed, Mark thrusting repeatedly between Mina's legs. She raised her knees and he caressed her thighs, her waist, her breast and neck. His hand moved up and down along her body for several minutes.

It was hot. They were both horny. It felt great, but the dick just kept gliding back and forth and miss.

At some point this started to worry Mark. He had already been worried he'd disappoint. Now he couldn't figure out why things weren't working on their own. He couldn't ever recall this being an issue before, and considering how hard he was and how wet she felt when he ate her out, he figured it shouldn't be an issue.

He tried various solutions. He raised his ass and thrust in different angles. He slid down a bit to get the head into a new position. And he even reached in to use his fingers, but even that failed.

The whole time he kept kissing his girl and tried hard not to show what he was thinking. He genuinely feared he was doing something wrong.

“Here, let me,” Mina said and stuck her hand in. The fact that she had noticed him trying made his heart sink.

She touched the dick and he lifted his ass to give her space. She pushed it down against her labia and he raised himself even further. He quickly closed his eyes when she looked at him, then felt incredibly relieved when the head was suddenly engulfed by her folds.

The sensation was amazing. Not only was he relieved by the wet vagina swallowing the tip of his dick felt so, so good. As he sank back down on top of her the shaft slid all the way in, and he was immediately reminded of the sensation her body gave him the first time around.

When they kissed again he used the full length of his thighs to make wide up-and-down motions with his ass. Mina spread her legs further apart as he repeatedly pushed his organ into her. She let out a deep sigh and Mark allowed himself to moan.

“Mm, mm,” he said still with his eyes closed.

“I've really missed you,” she whispered which made him feel really good.

They lay like this for quite a while, slowly fucking while smacking their lips together. Mark's hand returned to her breast. When he raised and moved his chest sideways to be able to feel more of her with his fingers the dick briefly popped out, but this time it quickly slid back in again.

The sensation made Mina gasp. She open her mouth and her hips jolted. The dick slid deep inside and Mark let out a soft grunt.

This was indeed a dream come true. Mark felt like he was in heaven, and Mina was experiencing similar emotions. Perhaps they had both been worried about their new job, and being together like this took off the edge.

Mark and Mina lay together for nearly forty-five minutes. The dick kept gliding in and out as Mark slowly pushed and pulled his body on top of her. He kissed her lips, massaged her breasts, and their lust came and went in bursts.

Sometimes they picked up the pace, when Mina raised her knees and Mark’s ass moved a little faster. Sometimes they lay completely still, lips on each other’s mouths and the dick resting and throbbing inside the woman. And sometimes Mark spread his legs, pushed himself up on his elbows, and bent his neck to passionately and violently kiss the breasts. Whenever that happened he was simultaneously overcome with rapid jolts of passion.

But not once did they change positions. Laying like this in each other’s arms simply felt too good. It was an amazing experience, and thanks to how great it felt in their hearts it wasn’t their last time naked together. In fact this night was the start of something really great.

In future they would get more creative. Sure, they would spend time just like today too, but sometimes – quite often, actually – they’d be brave and explore further. They’d grow very comfortable around each other and with time the sex would – at times – be quite raw and rough.

Mark had already had sex much wilder than this and Mina had too. Today was just about getting to know one another. Again.

Yet despite their future growth in bed, at no point in their relationship was it ever even hinted that they would be a couple. They both just knew, somehow, that they were only meant to be friends. Friends with amazing benefits. Compared to the first time they hooked up that was already a major step up.

If management ever found out about any of this there would be trouble. Two colleagues with a public image to protect, doing naughty things to each other that shouldn’t be mentioned outside the privacy of Mina’s bedroom. They would certainly assume they were a couple, and make a big fuss about the importance of keeping romantic relationships hidden.

Actually, at one point they did find out, and indeed it did have minor consequences, though mostly the two friends were just embarrassed. The assumption that they were a couple, and consequently being forced to explain that they were not, made the whole thing unnecessarily awkward. But that’s a story for another time.

Right now, however, after those forty-five minutes of plain but wonderful sex, Mark felt like he needed to finish. It wasn't that it just happened, he had to focus on getting there.

As much as he loved the sensation of it all they couldn’t stay like this forever. So when a burst of lust and passion came over him again, he immediately decided in his head: this is it. It was time to reach a climax and complete the experience.

Once he put his mind to it he became very focused on it. He suddenly had a goal: to come inside the girl. Premature ejaculation had never been an issue for him, quite the opposite. In order to orgasm he really needed his mind to be clear. The same was true when he masturbated.

Mina could sense that something changed in him. Mark became more eager, but he didn’t squirm and grind and touch her the way he did before when lust took hold of him. Instead he became stiff, his legs and upper body almost motionless, yet his ass moved faster.

He thrust into her at a rapid pace, and stopped kissing her altogether. Instead he buried his head by her side, and she tilted hers back as she gasped and panted.

The dick rubbed her in the same spot again and again. The friction subjected to it made Mark open his eyes wide. He stared at Mina’s ear and held her tight under the shoulders, while he pulled himself onto her repeatedly.

She caressed his flexing arms and locked her legs around his. Her knees were raised in the air and she used her feet to push, aiding Mark in his motions of desire. The mattress shook and squeaked and the friction brought Mark to the edge, until he let out a deep sigh and groan.

Mina moaned to encourage him when she felt that he was getting close. “Mm, mm, mm,” she said repeatedly.

Mark panted and grunted again. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, mmmpfh!”

His stiff body jolted and he squeezed her shoulders tighter. He pushed his pelvis down hard and jammed the dick deep. His skin was warm, his muscles tense, and he jolted again when he orgasmed.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!” he exclaimed when his dick erupted and he released his cum into the condom. The dick jumped when he ejaculated, and Mina rolled her hips a few times to show that she enjoyed what was happening too.

She may not have come herself but she didn’t need to. Mark was wonderful and she wanted him to know that. “Mm, mm, yeah Mark,” she moaned when his body became flushed and hot and he jammed his organ into her a few more times.

“Ahhh, ahhhhh,” Mark sighed deeply. “Holy shit.”

“Mm, Mark, I’ve missed you so much,” Mina added.

Mark collapsed in her arms and she lovingly embraced him. He closed his eyes, kissed her neck and relaxed. She smiled at the ceiling and stroke his warm back, the dick still inside her as they both came down from the energy-intense activity.

They lay like this for several minutes, just holding and feeling each other. The dick eventually grew slack, and after a while Mark started to wonder if the condom was still on.

He slowly pushed himself up on his hands. He looked Mina in the eyes and they both smiled. He kissed her lips a few times, sweet pecks as if to tell her, ‘I’ve really missed you too.’

Soon he raised his body higher and gently pulled out. He sat up on his knees and looked down between their legs. First at his dick, to make sure the condom was still there which it was. Then at the vagina, which he had licked and kissed not long ago. Even now after the act he could hardly believe he got to be inside it.

He put his hands on Mina’s legs and stroke them. He kept smiling as he caressed her hips and stomach, and leaned forward until he could touch her breasts. He felt them, one last time before officially ending the sex, and concluded that he was one lucky man.

He was glad they met in school, because if they had not been classmates odds were they wouldn’t have worked together and shared a stage today. And even if they had, odds were they wouldn't have ended up sleeping together. Their history mattered a lot.

When he was satisfied Mark lowered his ass onto his heels and spread his knees. He reached for the dick to carefully remove the condom, and grimaced when the shaft and head were freed. He made sure to hold everything down as not to spill.

Mina observed what he was doing. She glanced at the condom and the sperm inside it. She giggled and threw her head back while Mark tied it together, then looked up again when he held it out and asked her: “Where can I put this?”

Mina pulled herself higher on the bed and sat up. She took the condom from Mark’s hand and turned sideways to put it on the bedside table. When she returned she slid back down and made herself comfortable, and pulled on Mark’s arm to bring him in.

He lay down beside her and they kissed. They rolled toward each other and made out. Wrapped in each other’s arms they gently felt each other's presence, and simply enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being together. Naked, spent and at ease.

*****

Following their sexual adventure in Mina’s bed there was a certain glow between the two friends. People around them could tell that they’d become closer, but put it down to them having grown into their roles.

The banter and chemistry between them on stage improved, and even the audience could tell that they were growing together. While most people assumed they were just getting more comfortable, rumors started to flourish. Rumors about the nature of their relationship and whether they were in fact dating.

Only Mark and Mina knew the truth. They were not dating and never would. But their relationship had definitely changed, and it was far from the last time they slept together.

In fact they both became somewhat obsessed with it. In a reality where they couldn’t freely date and explore their sexuality with just anyone, having each other was a real blessing.

And with time their sexual connection and activities changed too. They had gone from innocent and insecure first time lovers, to adults so horny and eager they behaved as if they’d just discovered sex again for the first time. Eventually, as they got to know each other’s bodies and minds, that sex became wilder, daring and more experimental.

The friendship that never was finally blossomed. The benefits it came with were pretty incredible.

Mark was beyond happy that he said yes, to the job and to her.

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lagunaseca2013 · 3 months ago

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How do you think Marc takes the brews Val is pregnant with his baby?

excellent question, anon! I'm not really sure if this is about reverse omegaverse or post retirement so I'm gonna go w post retirement bc I've been daydreaming about torturing that old man w pregnancy so buckle up!

I mean honestly I think marc is pretty happy! I actually don’t know if he’s talked about it before but he seems to want to start his family after retirement (rosquez soulmatery strikes again) when he can focus on it 100 percent. in this universe I don’t think marc is going to be like suddenly ready to retire just bc he has the ninth and vale is accidentally pregnant, but I think the fact that vale is at least retired and can be fully there for the baby would probably be enough for him to be okay with the situation. vale is also at least tangentially obligated to be at a lot of motogp races by virtue of owning a team and mentoring half the grid so when the baby is old enough he would get to see them a lot more than is maybe standard in this sport. (idk I could be wrong about what’s standard here I got into this like a month and a half ago)

if you’re asking how I think the actual reveal goes, well……..I think it doesn’t go as bad as it could. vale is a fucking mess when luca leaves him home alone to wait for marc. but he’s also like—relieved? at least a little bit, I mean the poor old man has been out of his mind horny and nauseous for weeks at this point and fully just thought he had some kind of mystery terminal illness. a baby isn’t a death sentence. also, he’s already decided he’s keeping it. the doctor tried to hand him an abortion brochure and the idea of it made him sick to his stomach.

obviously none of this was planned so he’s maybe coming at it from a staunchly solo angle of I’m keeping it you can be there for us or go to hell type of thing. marc is completely delighted tho so that doesn’t become an issue. I think they probably don’t have the serious conversation about it that they realllly should (remember marc came to the ranch for the explicit purpose of hammering out the reconciliation bc they’ve just been having tender intimate sex and not discussing it) and instead, you guessed it, have crazy romantic sex. marc is like fully ready to let vale fuck him, gets on his hands and knees at first and vale is like wait, and turns him over and he’s like all I’ve been thinking about for weeks is having you inside me again.

and then marc fucks him in missionary and there’s a lot of breeding kink and possibly saying I love you (rosquez be normal challenge absolute fail) and it’s RAW so marc’s come is like dripping out of him around his cock (he is cockwarming marc soft for emotional reasons). they probably do a lot more fucking, vale sleeps more than he has for the last two months that week (with or without marc inside him teehee) and marc gets to fuss over him and take care of him which is a brand new dynamic for them! pre divorce they didn’t exactly take care of each other, but if anything in the rare moments it was vale taking care of marc by virtue of being fourteen years older etc.

they order every prenatal vitamin that amazon carries and like a billion different baby development books. vale is high risk bc of his age but the ultrasounds and blood work said the baby was healthy and everything looked okay so they don’t have to worry about health stuff quite yet. (keep in mind vale got pregnant at his age on the first try; let’s just say his body has really decided to be equipped for a baby idk none of this has to be real or scientific lol) marc can’t exactly cook but he tries his best and either vale elbows him way from the stove when necessary or they order in and feed each other in bed like disgustingly in love people do.

I think they push the serious conversation off for as long as possible and just sort of live together for as long as they can get away with it. vale knows it’s probably early enough that he can still ride but he’s petrified of something happening to the baby so when they go to the ranch he just watches marc go wild by himself and shouts pointers at him that marc playfully does not listen to. marc is also feeling rather delicate about his health wrt being alive and well for his future baby so he’s playing it pretty safe out there too.

they’re basically having a babymoon phase of only seeing each other, fucking constantly, and lounging around. I have this awesome image of them watching a bunch of pregnancy movies and when they get to juno vale, under full influence of first trimester hormones, sobs through like half of it. marc is bewildered and amused and secretly really happy to be big and strong for vale who he has never seen before vulnerable and soft like this, even before everything. it’s domestic bliss until marc starts getting increasingly annoyed calls from ducati about preseason obligations and vale has also been fending off Uccio and the academy and a billion other people who don’t believe him when he says he’s not sick anymore and just needs some time—omg wait maybe 100km gets canceled, that would be crazy juicy—and the motogp community and media in general thinks vale is dying.

marc is like struggling bc he absolutely does not want to leave vale, in fact he never wants to be without vale ever again, but vale is spooked by the reminder of real world obligations and gets weird and cold. tries to push marc away and insist that he needs to go do his job (he is subconsciously testing marc; if you leave you FAIL) marc is having ptsd flashbacks to the last time he was in tavullia (hello ranch visit trauma) which involved. a lot of the same cold shoulder and manipulation tactics.

it’s a bad time for all! they get into a blowout screaming match where vale tries to kick marc out while literally clutching at his clothes, white knuckled, marc is sobbing and holding vale in a death grip whispering into his neck I won’t leave you please don’t make me go vale I can’t lose you again I promise I’ll do anything I need you both.

the insane “compromise” they end up with is (let’s say ducati make that skiing thing an annual trip) vale GOES WITH MARC to the event and stays with him in the hotel/cabin/whatever (even tho he literally has a house there) and they don’t even try to explain it to anyone in the team. pecco knocking on marc’s door the first morning so they can catch up over breakfast and vale answers, sleep rumpled, wearing one of marc’s tshirts and they both just stare at each other dumbfounded until marc returns from his shower and and smiles all fake at pecco like why are you just standing there weirdos :)) come sit and have an espresso, pecco I’m almost done getting dressed :))

vale calmly makes a nonverbal pecco an espresso and slaps marc’s ass when he bends over to rummage through the one giant luggage that they appear to be sharing. pecco is texting luca paragraphs under the table. it’s absolute fucking scenes when they have the big fancy team dinner with the long tables and marc shows up w vale as his plus one. and vale refuses a glass of champagne for the toast……..

#mpreg au #realistically this would be angstier but I am feeling a little soft and little romantic about things atm #and obviously their insane codependence would become an issue eventually #when vale is too pregnant to travel……..#marc demands that ducati have a special signal board at every race that they can use to tell him if something is going on w vale #vale probably has to have a scheduled c section for a variety of reasons but geriatric pregnancy yanno whoops the baby is coming early #since they’ve told their families at this point let’s say vale is staying w marc’s family when marc is racing at the end of his pregnancy #just so he’s not alone in tavullia (and also bc he’s gotten closer to estfania bc of the baby but he’s still weird about their relationship #and he’s also making an effort to make amends w marc’s family #anyway to get to my point marc mysteriously retires like ten laps in to catalunya bc the team flashes him the vale emergency board #long story short this is how their daughter is born in cervera lmao #fic talk #anon mail #sorry this took me a while to respond I was trying to make it sadder and more feel bad but the truth is this is funnier #rosquez #marc marquez #valentino rossi #my writing

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atlasseriesryufied · 1 year ago

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⟢ Sexual Relief

warnings: threesome (f/m/m), eifell tower, anal, missionary sex, blowjob, oral (m and f receiving), fully putting it in without warning

pairings: Libby Rhodes/Nico de Varona | Libby Rhodes/Tristan Caine

AU wherein Tristan offers to help find Libby too, and Atlas decides it’s good for both Tristan and Nico to work together.

Tristan gave it some thought, a lot of it, maybe too much for someone who barely knows the woman aside from what everyone else already knows. He truly cared for Libby, and he knew this was real, and not an effect from what Parisa did to him, and to both of them on.. that night.

He knows Nico’s in Libby’s room right now, probably pondering on what other idea he hasn’t tried in an attempt to find Libby. Nico had left the door slightly open, inviting anyone to join him. Truly, Nico wouldn’t want anyone’s help if it wasn’t Libby’s body that he was currently trying to find, and especially because the others showed no interest in finding Libby, except for Tristan, but Nico doesn’t know that yet.

He hesitantly approached the door to her room, slowly pushing it out of the way, making him have a peak of Nico sitting on the other edge of her bed where her body wasn’t in sight. Tristan thought to himself, “Is Libby worth your effort, Tristan?” but it was like his body had a mind of its own as he pushed the door fully open. Nico doesn’t acknowledge him, whether on purpose or not Tristan doesn’t know.

Tristan shut the door behind him and Nico moved aside, creating space beside him on the bed, a sort of invitation, like “explain yourself”, because at this point, Nico had lost all hope that anyone else was willing to help him. Tristan gave a long sigh, “Nico,” he called out and started to walk towards him, he wasn’t used to talking to the man in the room with him, so his name left a sting on his tongue, “I have an idea”.

Nico pats the area beside him and Tristan finally sits. Tristan finally sees Nico’s face clearly, a cut on his left cheek and a bruise on his head which Tristan can only see a quarter of. Tristan clears his throat, “Parisa informed me of your roommate that you visit in your dreams, and you’ve also visited a parallel plane from Parisa’s actions, correct?”. Nico nods, letting Tristan continue, “She chose to do it to you, and surely not for no reason. But we were there too, we experienced it, and so did Dalton, who’s.. a more authorized being of The Society than us,” what he’d truly wanted to say was a higher being but that would crush what remains of their egos after signing up for this academy.

Nico nods once again, he’s starting to understand what Tristan is trying to say, “What if, whoever had captured Libby, did it to us again?”. The talisman of Tristan’s had disappeared, so he concluded that it was either that, or it had just walked out of his pocket. Nico’s hands slowly ball into fists and Tristan slightly gets back. Nico sighs before speaking, “Ok, how do we.. get out of it?”. Tristan blinks, “Libby and I had managed to stop time together, with each other’s help,” Nico turns to Tristan, eyebrows furrowed, Nico hasn’t got a clue that that happened, but it’s unimportant, “and you’re practically the same, so I figured we’d be capable of doing something that requires as much skill as that took”.

Tristan “forgot” to mention one minor detail, it was only Tristan that could move when that act took place. Tristan spoke, “I presume from the roommate that you have in your dreams that you’d understand what to do, right? I’d simply be a tool for you to use in order to control whatever you wanted”. They lock eyes for a moment before Nico glances at his bloody fists. Come to think of it, the room did have a few changes from when they first found “Libby’s body”.

Nico points out, “I’ve only ever done this through dreams, through the subconscious, it won’t work through the conscious mind”. “Have you tried it?” Tristan asks. “Fine,” Nico sighs in defeat, and so try they did. After a few hundred tries (exaggerated), it worked, sort of. Tristan was the only one in this parallel wherein the real Libby, their Libby existed, and he knew.

He spawned in front of a door, and obviously he opened it, seeing Libby passed out on her bed. Tristan notices that the room they’re in right now is an exact replica of Libby’s room. Tristan doesn’t bother to look around as he immediately runs towards Libby. Hands on her shoulders, “Libby? Libby wake up!”. A distant thud is heard, but Tristan has another matter to attend to.

Libby wakes up, gasping as she frantically starts to look around the room, grabbing Tristan’s forearms. Tristan gives a gleeful sigh, “Oh thank God,” it had only occured to Libby now that Tristan is with her. She turns her head at him and gives him a hug, one that Tristan hesitantly reciprocated.

Libby grabs a handful of the back of Tristan’s shirt and pulls him away. Silence fills the air, along with some gasps here and there. A door closing shut is heard, making Libby snap back to reality, urging her to kiss Tristan, which Tristan happily returns. Libby tugs at his shirt collar and therefore closes the distance between them, making Tristan put his knee on the bed, accidentally nudging Libby’s entrance as Libby moans into their kiss.

It was like that turned the switch on inside Tristan’s body. He grabs the bottom of her neck, deepening their kiss, as he unbuttons his shirt with the free hand, making Libby unzip her skirt. Wet kissing noises filled the room as Tristan lightly pushes her onto the bed and he gets on the opposite end. He proceeds to unzip his pants then he spreads Libby’s legs, noticing her purple lingerie, not entirely a matching set as her bra that’s peeking through her shirt is a regular one.

He pushes the bottom of the underwear aside with his middle finger as he toys with the opening, earning him a closed-mouthed groan of (sexual) frustration from Libby. “Relax,” he whispers before putting the tip of his tongue inside. Libby opens her mouth but settles for a soft sigh, careful to not boost his ego.

She bites her lip as she feels his finger on her clit but Tristan places his lips on it, humming, forcing a high-pitched moan out of Libby as she feels Tristan’s smile on her pussy. He decides to continue putting his tongue on her outer g-spot as he inserts the upper part of his middle finger inside.

“Ah.. shit.. stop.. teasing.. fuck,” Libby groans, and Tristan obliges, putting two fingers fully inside shortly after. She arches her back, “Oh.. g-god!”, and Tristan can agree. Libby’s pussy tasted like the best thing ever, she takes care of her hygiene well I suppose. Ezra did like his girls like that.

As more moans and slurping noises basically engulfed the room, Tristan sat up, taking his shaved length out that was slightly wet with precum, though more got on his Ralph Lauren boxers. I guess both of them went with classy undergarments tonight.

Libby’s eyebrows slightly go up from shock, she’d never seen it up close before, and she was drunk that time. Now she’s fully sober, filling her mind with thoughts that made her glad Parisa wasn’t in the room, or in the parallel at all.

Neither of them obviously had protection in this parallel, given that Libby didn’t even bother checking her night stand before spreading her legs wider, and Tristan would be lying if he said that didn’t make him hornier. Can a girl get pregnant in a plane whilst facing the consequences in another? They don’t mind finding out as he puts the tip in and notices Libby already gripping the sheets, preparing herself for the full thing. Which should be easy for her as she’s taken this before, never sober though.

He puts half of it in and starts thrusting, forcing a groan out of both of them. Tristan had been craving for this, and he’s gonna take in this entire moment. He doesn’t bother asking when he puts more of it in, another high-pitched moan comes out of Libby’s sweet soft lips, and she can’t seem to stop making noises as Tristan continues moving his hips back and forth.

The sound of a door creaking open joins the inaudible sounds the room contains, making Libby flinch, which in return, made Tristan groan when her walls clenched. Libby can’t find the words to explain to Nico, the man currently standing in the doorway, whatever is happening right now. Tristan glances at Nico and stares back at Libby’s face, which is mixed with lust, guilt, shame, and more lust. Mainly lust.

Pardon my french but holy crap was this a sight that Nico hadn't fully taken in yet. Libby goes missing and now he’s seeing her getting pounded by Tristan, but blinded with lust, he says “Turn her over, would you?” Nico requests as he starts unzipping his trousers, to which Tristan pauses and grins.

Libby gives a sigh of relief and lays on her elbow before Tristan pulls out and makes her lay on her stomach, grabbing the back of her neck afterwards. Tristan slowly starts putting half of his cock inside Libby’s ass, getting a low groan out of Tristan, as Nico kneels in front of Libby on the bed, placing his cock on Libby’s cheek.

Libby, again, dumbfounded as fuck as this is the first time she sees Nico’s dick– aside from the often hard-on she sees whenever they argue– and man did she not expect it to be this big, especially up close, right in front of her.

“Holy shit,” was all she could get out, making the younger boy chuckle. She grabs it and guides it to her mouth, slowly pushing herself to engulf it completely, to which she fails to do without gagging, but does engulf it nonetheless.

Nico throws his head back and moans loudly, the bliss making him grab Libby’s hair and starts to entirely use her mouth, making Libby give out a series of gagging noises. Truthfully, Tristan didn’t understand how they held out on eachother from pursuing their tension for this long.

Tristan, with no warning yet again, fully pushes his cock inside her hole, making Libby let out a stuttered gasp because of the length that's in her mouth now.

The older boy starts going faster making the girl also go faster, a chain reaction, earning praise from Nico, humming in pleasure. “Ah.. fuck Libby.. your mouth feels so fucking good,” he says as the grip on her hair tightens. Tristan resisted the urge to say that he knew that, and she should too, considering the many times that Tristan said it during their night together.

Libby pulls Nico’s cock out of her mouth to plead and uses her hand to replace the movement, “Fuck Tristan please don’t stop,” and he had no intention to. Libby starts to open her mouth again but before she could insert Nico’s dick back inside, from slight jealousy, Nico pulls near the ends of her hair forcing Libby to look upwards and widen her already opened mouth, allowing Nico to see the tears building up in her eyes.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you’re not being a bitch,” were the last words Nico said before placing his dick on her tongue. “Mmm.. yeah that’s it keep.. agh.. going,” Nico said, “fucking throat that shit”.

Nico’s more vocal than Tristan when it came to this, or maybe that’s just a special case for Libby. After all, their bonding sessions only consisted of bickering, so it’d be rare for Nico to be silent around Libby.

Tristan slapped Libby’s ass as he starts feeling his climax, throwing his head back. Nico strokes Libby’s cheek before cupping it, admiring her beauty while locking eyes with her. Their entire relationship would change after this, as saying “i hate you” to each other would be a complete lie now.

Tristan starts to feel Libby’s walls clench around him and Nico starts to stop feeling his legs.

Libby pulls out again to yell a “Ahh.. y-yes please.. m-more..!”, stroking Nico’s dick faster before throating it more. A few minutes go by before Libby hums with satisfaction around the cock in her mouth, earning a collective of pants from the younger boy, and from the older one as he feels the evidence of Libby’s high when shortly after, Tristan finishes too, but continues thrusting nonetheless, earning what he can from this.

“I’m..” was all Nico could say before he starts shooting his strings of fluid into the back of Libby’s throat, then pulls out, letting the pillows behind him capture his fall. A series of pants is heard throughout the room from the 3 people.

#libbycaine #nicolibby #the atlas series #the atlas six

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sofiast21 · 2 years ago

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Tsu’tey NSFW Alphabet

Well, I haven’t seen any NSFW alphabets for Tsu’tey, so here we are — I’ve decided to make it by my own.

Everything written down here is my personal opinion on this character. Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh, Tsu’tey… Even though this mighty warrior gives the impression of total lack of tenderness and caring, it reveals differently face-to-face.

At the end of your sex, he, first of all, makes inquiries about how you’re feeling, and then offers you to help to clean up each other.

But if his lover is completely exhausted, he would be pleased to take care of you, also getting you two some snacks like fruits, nuts and water (stay hydrated, kitties!)

He likes hugging you and touching your hair, sorting out braids and strands, looking at your hands, comparing them to his ones. While both of you are still awake, he truly enjoys listening to your stories and replying to you by telling his own stories.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

To say, that this man unconditionally worships his mate - is to say nothing at all. However there’re some parts of your body Tsu’tey adores the most.

Your boobies and thighs? Where does Tsu’tey have to sign up? An absolute «yes» for sure. Pleasure - to look at, true blessing - to touch. He also likes looking at your booty while you’re doing something and can’t see him staring at.

I’m not quite sure, whether it can be related to “body part”, but Tsu’tey is being inebriated by your body smell every time he smells it. He tries to catch it, passing by, while you’re both busy working, or standing closer at clan meetings. When you’re having sex, he quite frequently explores your body with his nose, appreciating and enjoying every note of the scent.

Speaking of his own body, Tsu’tey really likes his physical fitness - strong arm and leg muscles, wide shoulders and a solid torso. Quite hard to deny, that the view is highly picturesque and impressive.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

«Take it all, ma Paskalin» (my Dear/Sweet)

I’m completely sure he loves cumming inside you. The idea itself of you carrying his baby, already gives Tsu’tey an excitement. (breeding kink, I suppose ?)

He also loves cumming in your mouth during oral and watching semen leaking out of your mouth, all filled with it, going down from your neck to breasts.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One of his secret desires -is you sitting on his face. Sometimes this always-controlling warrior wants to be dominated by you.

-Light degradation and teasing to make him begging you to let him cum; -Irrumation - throat fucking; -You swallowing his sperm after giving a blow-job; -Touching each other in public places (like clan meetings or dinners), fear of being caught;

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Tsu’tey hasn’t had any partners before you.

He wanted to find “the one”, so starting a relationship only because of sex - it’s not our warrior’s story.

He was researching all about sexual pleasure, so Tsu’tey had an idea what to do, when it came to your first intimacy.

He also continues to learn something new about it, especially, from his lovely partner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tsu’tey does really love to keep an eye contact, so his favourite positions - are positions, where he can look into your eyes easily. For example - missionary or you sitting on his lap, holding each other.

Also among his favourite foreplay positions - thighs-fucking. And a doggy style to see how you butt is shaking🤭

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I believe Tsu’tey would be quite serious during the act. He wants to remember every detail, to watch your reaction, not to make any mistake. He’s focused on your pleasure. Sometimes it seems like he takes it way too seriously like it’s a responsible task.

Nevertheless your sudden (but just right in time!) jokes make him unconsciously giggling. Your compliments like: «You’re looking so good, Tey» make him smile shyly, quietly whispering: «Do you think so?…»

You help him to understand, that it’s important to have a good time, relax and have fun. It’s seems he starts getting it…

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hm… I think Tsu’tey doesn’t bother about it a lot - he’s comfortable with hair down there, but he does care about cleanliness.

He trims it a little to not disturb during sex or oral. He’s watching it to be clean and “ready”. It’s a little, but quite enough.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This man loves tenderness, what can I say. He covers your face and shoulders with kisses, he loves touching with foreheads and noses. He always asks about you being comfortable.

He does a Tsaheylu with you for more sensitivity and pleasing. He can also keep it even after sex for some time while you’re cuddling.

Intimacy with you - is important and sacramental for Tsu’tey. He also loves holding hands while doing missionary or when you're riding him.

«Oel ngati kameie, Yawne...» (i see you, Beloved...)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think, Tsu’tey isn’t a big fan of masturbation. Under different circumstances, there are times when you both can’t see each other. At times like this he enjoys slowly touching himself, thinking about you, your sex and just time you’ve spent together.

Although it’s just a “snack” for him - masturbation isn’t enough, he prefers to interact with his mate, whether it’s sex or simple hug. Therefore he will be looking forward to “the whole meal”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink for sure. Period.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tsu’tey cherishes privacy. It’s important for him to not being disturbed.

For such cases he has some places far away from village in forest and in Hallelujah Mountains, where you can do whatever you want freely and safely.

It is not excluded, that passion can reach both of you in Home-Tree. In that moments you try to unnoticeably move into your sleeping place.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Appearing on the horizon, you will never go unnoticed by this pair of yellow-green eyes. He is always pleased to watching you silently.

It’s turning Tsu’tey on and makes him admire you, when you’re training: when your breathing becomes faster, while you’re running or riding a pa’li (a direhorse); how tense your body muscles are, when you’re flying on an ikran; how serious and focused you became, pointing a bow, during hunting.

It may sound strange, but one of his “turn ons” is when you’re playing with village kids. He’s being turned on by the idea of you being a potential mother of his children.

«What a naughty oops mighty warrior you are, Tey…» - your little flirting in a regular time never leaves Tsu’tey indifferent. Compliments, glancing at each other during dinner gatherings. At these moments he can’t wait this gathering to end, so he can take you to some secluded place..

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He absolutely doesn’t tolerate group sex. He doesn’t get it, how people can have one or more persons in such an important and intimate, in his opinion, part of life. He doesn’t want to “share” you with anyone else. On the other hand, Tsu’tey himself doesn’t need anyone but you.

-Hard BDSM (hitting, hard choking, bruises, blood);

-Sex without the permission, forcing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tsu’tey are in the middle, by talking about it. He cannot choose only one thing. Why does he even have to choose, if he can love both, right?

He loves receiving an oral from his partner. Slurping sounds and your heavy breathing turn that warrior on.

«Oh Eywa, if you could see, what I see…» - Tsu’tey quietly whispers and heavy breaths, closing off his ears and watching you, being on your knees in front of him, making his knees shake.

Equally pleasant he finds giving you an oral. Your taste, smell and discreet quiet moans, when you’re going it in a Home-Tree. Your fingers, going through Tey’s hair and holding it. He definitely knows how to make his beloved girl whimper from satisfaction.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Tsu’tey likes both types of pace.

Most part of sex he prefers doing sensitive and deep penetration, which helps to “warm up” better and feel all depth of intimacy with you.

But he also does love going faster by the end, doing rough pushes, letting both of you cum brighter.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you want a quickie, there’s a potential of it turning into a long procession…

For Tsu’tey it’s about quality, not amount. He doesn’t like quickies that much - he prefers long foreplays, good aftercare and slow conversations, while cuddling with each other. It’s about quality time, you know. He doesn’t want to hurry nowhere.

But, of course, sometimes we all have that “horny era”, when you want it quickly and immediately. Tsu’tey isn’t an exception, but it’s quite a rare case.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Though Tsu’tey is totally comfortable and fine with your sex, he’s always ready to listen to your ideas and try something new. He can also come to you with his own special thoughts sometimes.

But don’t hurry - Tsu’tey enters new things slowly, considering all the nuances. He’s for safety.

From recent you’ve tried and he liked was light BDSM: mild spanking, «yes, my Master» phrases etc.

He was impressed by that dominant side of yours. Being blindfolded and tied with rope, while you’re giving an oral, exploring his body with hands, leaving light spanks - was a new and really special experience for Tsu’tey, not gonna lie. Feeling goosebumps all over his body. He did enjoy it.

«Feel those goosebumps, My Love…»

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Considering how good our warrior’s physical form is, Tsu’tey can easily go 3 and more rounds.

But as I said earlier - he’s more a quality-guy, not an amount one. He’s also checking your abilities, whether you want and can continue.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Tsu’tey didn’t had any toys himself. Perhaps he didn’t understand the point of using it.

But he couldn’t overlook that amount of sex devices his partner has. It definitely had caused some kind of rejection from unknown, but he was a little curious later. You showed him your toys, explained how it works and even demonstrated in practice (his eyes were blessed that day).

He liked the idea of using some toys during sex, so your frequent attributes became a vibrator for you and a vibro-ring you’ve bought for Tsu’tey later on (he was kinda shocked at first, but then he was thrilled)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tsu’tey likes the idea of teasing.

Watching you frowning impatiently and hearing you begging him - a wonderful scene, trust me.

But this scene just itself drives him crazy - he can’t tease you any longer, Tsu’tey loses control and starts acting.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tsu’tey is surprisingly, terrifyingly even, silent.

It probably can be his hunter habit or just sexual shyness shows this way (yeah-yeah, this giant blue alien-kitty baby-boi is kinda shy about it, yk), but it’s the fact, that he barely makes sounds - quiet heavy breathing or some moans and growling only.

«Oh, My Love, let me hear your beautiful sounds…» - you’re trying to open him up and sometimes he lets himself moan a little louder or he moans the same, but closer to your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-He inlaces your leg/arm with his tail during sex or any intimate moments;

-He likes you touching his tail or braid. It’s quite sensitive body parts for na’vi, so he shows you his trust that way.

-When Tsu’tey is cumming, he closes off his ears, and they start trembling a little;

-He wants to perform an erotic dance for you!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well, I can’t tell you the exact numbers, hah, but I believe Tsu’tey’s dick is just above average. It’s almost the same colour, but a little lighter. It’s a little thick, especially in a head zone (yummy🤭)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Somewhere in the middle, I guess.

He’s more or less fine without sex, but he’s so needy for any kind of contact with you (dates, conversations, kisses, hugs, foreplays, dirty talk)

Sex isn’t as much important, as an opportunity to be highly closer to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Tsu’tey goes asleep a little later than you usually.

He needs to be sure both of you are safe and sound. He will lie next to you then, caressing your body and looking at your face, sometimes leaving hardly-felt kisses on your closed eyes and forehead.

But there can be times, when, after a hard-working day, hunting and a good sex with you, he falls asleep extremely fast, holding you in his arms and burying his face in your chest.

Thank you for reading! Let me know if you like it and want something like this more!

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jungkxook · 4 years ago

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—hot boy bummer. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / friends with benefits / friends to lovers + smut

⟶ words: 14,633

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?

⟶ warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink

⟶ note: this was inspired by a number of things but mainly do me by kim petras being on jungkook’s spotify playlist, this tiktok sound, and this tumblr post lol also big thank you to @bratkook and @onherwings for letting me ramble on about this fic and reigniting my inspo for it 💛

( p.s. i tried to proofread this but if y’all see any typos no u didn’t, thank u <3 )

Being friends with Jungkook meant a myriad of things but mainly that there were hardly ever any boundaries that stood between you and him.

Having known him for most of your life, it was just a quintessential part of yours and his relationship with one another. From high school parties where you drunkenly spewed on his shoes and in his dad’s car after he tried lugging you home (and taking the fall all himself for your sake) to letting him lose his virginity in your bed to some girl you didn’t know because your parents were out of town and his would crucify him on the spot if they had found out; or him discovering your stash of vibrators in your dorm one day, or seeing each other naked more often than was probably necessary, there was nothing that either of you could do that would phase the other at this point even when it maybe, probably, definitely should.

College, and Jungkook’s sudden six pack of hard rock abs, only seemed to amplify the chaos of your friendship. If you’re being honest, the abs are sort of a plus ━ but they brought an air of fuckboy to him that is undeniably there even if he tries to deny it sometimes. You suppose it isn’t all his fault. Jungkook has always been bold and brash, attractively charming. Considering he’s seemingly made it his mission to sleep with every girl on campus before he graduates (undisclosed, if you’re being honest, because he’s never outwardly admitted it but you have a hunch), his confidence somehow hasn’t failed him yet.

But then there’s one night in which you think to yourself briefly: this surely must draw some sort of line.

“What if we, like, had sex?”

Jungkook says this a little too casually from beside you. He’s sat on the couch in his dorm, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, and you’re sprawled out on the remaining space, feet kicked up in his lap. You’re positive he’s drunk but, then again, so are you. The remnant shot glasses of soju you had both started the night with (though you think Jungkook’s had half the bottle himself), and your second glass of wine, are all evidence of that. You’re so absorbed by some anime Jungkook had been watching upon your arrival and refused to change that you almost don’t hear what he says. Almost. You do, however, nearly choke on the gummy bear you’ve just tossed into your mouth.

After a sudden hysterical fit of coughs, you manage to sputter, “Excuse me?”

“Like, hypothetically speaking.” He hardly budges when you turn to gawk at him, as if he’s asking you something as casual as what to eat for dinner or if you could pass him the T.V. remote. “Except, not really hypothetically.”

“You’re joking, right?” You scoff.

Jungkook blinks. “No. Why would I be joking?”

You blink. The longer you stare at him, the quicker you’re able to discern that there’s some sort of earnesty in his words and it slightly concerns you. Suddenly, you’re warm in the face. To distract from that painfully obvious fact, an incredulous laugh bubbles at your lips and you kick one of your feet at his thighs. “Very funny, Koo. Can we change the show now if you’re not even watching it?”

“I’m not joking, Y/N.” The severity in his tone makes you sit up at once. When you turn to look at him, he flashes you a taunting smirk, though the devious sparkle in his eyes lets you know this seems to be anything but a joke to him. “I’m sure you’ve thought of me naked before.”

“You’re such a fucking idiot━” Okay, so maybe you have thought of him naked before but how is it your fault when you literally have seen him naked before, and he’s so unabashed around you? “Should I bring you to a hospital to get your head checked, or━?”

“Just hear me out━” Now, he pushes himself to the edge of the sofa. “Why are you here right now?”

“In life? Because I honestly have no clue━”

“No, I meant here. Getting drunk in my apartment on a Friday night instead of getting railed.”

“Okay, I didn’t ask to get called out like that,” You grumble stiffly. “And because you’re my best friend, and I like spending time with you.” It’s not entirely a lie, because you would much rather spend time with Jungkook than anyone else. But when you feel his eyes boring into you in a look of scrutiny, your lips form into a pout which you try to hide by puckering them. “Also because boys are stupid and Hoseok’s blind date stood me up. Again.”

The events from hours earlier resurface in your memory, in which you had spent all evening making yourself look pretty for a boy you had only talked to through text that your roommate had introduced you to, only to arrive to the restaurant you were supposed to be meeting at and waiting there for half an hour by yourself before the boy had sent you a message saying something along the lines of “something came up, hope we can reschedule,” filing it under one of the lamest excuses you’ve ever heard because it hardly even borders on a valid excuse. It’s what had ultimately made you storm into Jungkook’s apartment an hour ago, exclaiming aloud as a greeting with a simple yet scarily cheerful I hate men! because Jungkook knows all about your plights with finding a significant other (or even just someone decent enough to open your legs to), usually lamenting men’s inability to have any emotions. Even the ones who you think are respectable enough, who say they’re fine not having sex on the first date, usually tend to flee right after you finally let them in because sex, as you come to find, seems to be all that men care about.

Admittedly, Jungkook is not any different.

“But it’s not like you’re any better.”

This seems to personally offend Jungkook. He looks at you cynically. “Me?”

“Tell me why you’re here with me on a Friday night when you’re literally one of the hottest guys on campus,” You point out. “You can get any girl, and yet you somehow manage to ruin it every single time. Like with Eunha.”

Jungkook winces. The poor Eunha in question is a pretty girl from your chem class, whomst Jungkook had somehow managed to charm. From what you know, they had hooked up a handful of times before that fateful night in which Jungkook had abruptly broken things off with her. If you’re being honest, he’s not a total monster. The only thing that seems to scare him away is when a girl asks to cuddle him in the morning or talks about the prospective future together. He doesn’t want to hurt them, he told you once before, and finds it much easier to nip any potential relationship in the bud before it can get too far, too out of control.

“We literally only slept together three times anyway and we never went out,” Jungkook points out. “What’s the big deal?”

A roll of your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. “Yeah, it’s not her fault you’re scared of commitment.”

“Nu’uh,” The boy sulks. “I’m only scared of realistic things, like microwaves.”

A snort bubbles at your lips, and it’s frustrating how adorable he finds the simple action. Rather than entertain the thought of his irrational fear of kitchen appliances (because you’ve heard it all before, and you still can’t find where he was incited with the terror of an exploding microwave), you sit up.

“Jungkook, I don’t even like you like that.”

“I don’t like you like that either. That’s why it’s so perfect!” Jungkook says brightly. “Look, we know each other better than anyone else ever could. We’re already comfortable with each other. We don’t have to go through all that boring small talk. All I’m saying is we could give it a try. No relationship, no emotions, just sex.”

You consider the thought for a moment, weigh the pros and cons in your head.

The cons? He’s your best friend.

The pros? He’s your best friend, and he’s hot.

Truthfully, your slightly buzzed mind can find very little to dissuade you away from the inviting proposition and maybe that’s why you begin to entertain the idea. And, sure, you had just complained profusely about how men sometimes only used you for sex, but it’s not like you don’t have needs too. You just don’t have the gusto in you anymore to spend days on a boy who will only just leave you the moment you let him have sex with you. At least with Jungkook, he’s already offering you a blatant deal of sex only and you know you won’t have to worry about him breaking your heart; and he doesn’t have to worry about the dreaded dreamy post-sex cuddle talk of a future family and babies and a white picket-fence home. It’s a win-win for the both of you, really. Or maybe you’re just telling yourself that.

“How would we even start?” You ask finally. “I mean… Do you even find me attractive enough in that way?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook hardly bats a lash. He meets your stare, licks slowly at his lower lip. When he sees the cross look of disbelief scrunching at your face, he hastens to respond. “I’m not blind. You’re fucking drop dead gorgeous, Y/N.”

“But physically attractive? I’m no hot girl Eunha.”

“If I wanted Eunha, I’d be between her legs right now. Y/N, of course I think you’re attractive.” A gentle sliver of a smile dances upon his lips. He leans his head on the back of the couch, eyes fluttering over your appearance shortly. “I’ve always liked your lips, and your eyes. Think they’re beautiful.”

Suddenly, you’re flustered again. The room feels as if it’s getting increasingly warmer, yet you seem to want to bask in the feeling and attention a little longer. “That’s too sentimental.”

“It’s true though.”

“Well, you’re lucky I’ve always had a thing for idiots,” You jest playfully. “Jerks, too. Playboys who are too hot for their own good.”

“Ah, and I love it when you talk dirty to me.” A cheeky grin tugs at his lips as he clutches at his heart over his chest. “It’s a good thing I like it a little too much, knowing you’ll always keep me in check.”

But then the mirth seems to fade from your mind long enough for you to hum aloud pensively, “And I’ve always liked your eyes. I’ve never seen such big eyes before. Sometimes, if I look long enough, it’s like I can see the stars in them.”

As you’re speaking about them, his irises glisten magnificently. He bites at his lip now, as if to hide the way his soft smile turns sheepish. “I like your bum.”

“Really? I always worry it’s too flat.”

“Are you kidding? Your ass is a fucking god-send. It’s hard not to stare when you wear leggings sometimes,” Jungkook admits, earning a small giggle from you. “And I like your boobs. I’ve always wondered…” He trails off abruptly, shaking his head. He shoots you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?”

“Well, maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

Silence saturates the room now, settling comfortably between the two of you. He wonders what you’re thinking, and you wonder if he can hear your heart hammering against your chest. Perhaps on any other day when you were of sound mind, you could find a plethora of reasons as to why sleeping with your best friend was a terrible idea. But being that you were slightly tipsy, and Jungkook isn’t far off, you can find not one fault, except for maybe how tragically hot Jungkook looks sitting across from you and how he’s never been yours, at least in that way. Would it be so wrong to try just once?

You shift then, pushing yourself to your knees if only so you can worm your way towards him before swinging one leg over his. You settle back on his lap, hands gripping his shoulders. He can feel your core press against the inside of his thigh, just where his dick is nestled and he has to bite back a moan. His eyes are wider than usual, as if believing the moment to be surreal, though something sultry threatens to darken them.

“Y/N…”

The excitement crackles through your veins like electricity. You’ve never been in such a compromising position with Jungkook before, and you wonder if it should be concerning just how much you’re enjoying it. It almost feels as if time slows down, every second dragging on, yet he can’t look away. His hands come to tug at your hoodie (that he’s almost positive was his once upon a time before you nicked it from his closet) and you meet him part way, replacing his efforts as you pull it up and off your body. Then, you’re sitting back on his lap in your full nude glory, chest bare and right in his face. He eyes the swell of your breasts, the perk of your nipples. Of course you’re not wearing anything beneath your hoodie ━ and, god, he loves it.

“Touch me?”

Your voice comes to him in an almost dream. You reach for his hand then, your palm soft around his knuckles and the tattoos that ink his skin. It’s the same hand of which he wears the other half to your pair of friendship bracelets in one of his favourite colours of red, decorated with little pink hearts. It came in a matching set of two (yours in your own favourite colour, currently on the wrist of the hand you’re using to guide Jungkook’s), cute little macrame braid ones with hearts woven into the design that you had pointed out one day while you were both at the mall and he had bought without any hesitation mostly as a joke but resulted in both of you wearing them on a daily basis.

Now, all he can do is continue watching you with bated breath as you guide his hand right where you both want him. He comes to cup the underside of one of your breasts, your hand over his pressing his fingers tighter together until you can feel some sort of pleasant pressure. And, just like that, something feral and needy seems to snap within him. His hand slithers from your grasp if only so he can flick his thumb across your nipple, mesmerized by the softness of it. He’s only ever seen you naked once before and it was fleeting. You were both drunk, skinny dipping in a lake with a handful of other friends, but it had been too dark to notice much else. But now? Now, he can see all of you and the sight strikes a chord right down to his dick.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Jungkook groans.

“Koo.” The cute little nickname you had given him sounds dirty now as it slips from your lips in a moan. “Too sentimental.”

But Jungkook isn’t listening because you really, really, really are so beautiful. He bows his head to your chest, catching one of your nipples in his mouth. He murmurs something against your chest that sounds akin to, “We can take things slow.”

“Slow…” Your head is spinning, but it’s a delightful sensation. Something hard pokes against your ass now, and the adrenaline only seems to build within you. It’s odd how everything feels so foreign ━ exploring his body and these newfound feelings like the uncharted territory it is ━ yet secure and safe at the same time. As if you know what to do next, where to touch next, how to move, your bodies almost fitting together like pieces to a puzzle. “Y-Yeah, I like that. Can I move?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” he growls. He’s much too busy nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin on your chest, teeth tugging at your nipple.

You hurry to obey, giving a small experimental swivel of your hips that almost immediately has the both of your inhaling a sharp breath of air. His dick strains against his sweatpants, the material doing very little in protecting him against you. Your core throbs as you rub yourself on him.

“Like this?” You rasp.

“Yeah, just like that.” Jungkook’s head rolls back onto the couch, his eyes squeezing shut and his blonde hair spilling into his eyes. He clenches his jaw, the nerves fluttering in the corner, as pure euphoria riddles his features. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything so sexy. “Fuck, we probably shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Yeah,” You agree, breathless. “Do you wanna stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Thank god.” The sigh of relief that emits from Jungkook startles even him but, in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t register how any of this could be a mistake. “Ah, shit━ Faster━”

“Mmm, Koo━” You whimper as you quicken your pace, the vulgar harbored thought of his dick in you thrilling you to no end.

“Fuuck, I’ve never heard you sound like this before. So needy, so desperate,” Jungkook grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. And it’s all because of him, the way you’re feeling. He’s never wanted to hurry to please you faster, itching to tear you apart if he’ll get to hear those noises from you again and again. “I━”

He’s gonna cum, and he’s not even in your pussy. What’s gotten into him?

He presses you a little harsher against his dick, sitting up straighter so that his chest is pressed flush against yours. He leans forward, lips chasing after yours, before you pull back just enough sluggishly to press your finger to his mouth.

“Uh uh. No kissing,” You rasp.

The words process in Jungkook’s head, but the weight of them don’t seem to linger in his daze. He’s far too overwhelmed by you and the way you’re making him feel to even begin to try to decipher why you avoid his mouth and so, for now, he doesn’t care. Instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nose nuzzling against your throat. You clutch at his hair, tugging at the roots tight enough for him to moan.

“Nnngh, Jungkook━” You whine. “I’m gonna━ Oh, fuck, Koo━”

And then you’re unravelling, right in his very arms. He holds you close as you tremble and shake, rutting your hips sloppily against his to ride out your high, and Jungkook thinks he can definitely get used to this. The familiar burn forms in his stomach and, without even thinking of it, he comes in the confinements of his pants.

But in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t notice quite a lot of things. Neither do you.

So, maybe you could both find a hundred and one reasons why having sex with your best friend would surely cross some lines, but the thing with you and Jungkook (and what would eventually blossom into a hubristic relationship of sorts) is that it wasn’t just sex. You would always be comfortable around him, as he would be with you. And nothing could ever possibly get weird between the two of you ━ not when you had both made a promise to each other that it wouldn’t get in the way of your friendship.

Because ━ while, yeah, he’s hot and suffers from fuckboy tendencies from time-to-time and, aside from random late night hookups ━ he was still the same boy that would drag you out at three in the morning to drive to the next city over for a bowl of ramen, who would marathon shows as long as One Piece or Game of Thrones with you, watching as much as you can in one all-nighter; who would come to your dorm, no matter the time of day, the moment you said you were sick or suffering from cramps, piled high with your favourite snacks; who shared a repertoire of silly inside jokes with you that never made any sense to anyone but the both of you; who insisted you both wear friendship bracelets even in college. He would always be an angel to you, treat you well, because you meant that much to him.

A small thought in the back of Jungkook’s head wonders, above all else, if you were anyone different, would he have even bothered suggesting such a ludicrous idea, drunk or not?

Because he’s positive no one else could make him cum in his pants like a horny prepubescent teen ━ no one except for you.

“If we’re really gonna do this, we need to set some ground rules.”

Admittedly, neither you nor Jungkook knew what would happen after Jungkook’s proposition to you. Maybe you were expecting the two of you to pretend as if nothing had ever happened, or laugh it off as something so inconsequential that neither of you should bother worrying about it. Instead, the very next day, you find that you’re back in Jungkook’s dorm. Only this time, you’re in his bed, and he spent the past half hour sufficiently eating you out.

Now, you’ve had an epiphany in the form of Jungkook’s dick, and that is that it’s big.

You’ve seen it before on occasion ━ like when he streaked nude across campus as a dare or when he needed to use your shower because his apartment was under maintenance and he walked out on you in the living room ━ but this is clearly a very different circumstance. All red, swollen, angry tip wet and glistening with precum. You had to brace yourself as he pushed himself into you, cautiously and slowly, enjoying the way you stretch to fit around him. If you had a drunken excuse the night before for loving the thought of getting off with Jungkook, then you surely don’t have one now. It’s a shameless guilty pleasure, you think, that he’s at least indulging in.

“Rules,” Jungkook scoffs now. “You’re such a nerd. Fuck, you feel so fucking good━ You doing okay?”

More than. Your head lolls back against his pillow, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. “Mhm.”

“Want a minute?”

“Maybe.”

Jungkook pauses without any hesitation, gnawing on his lower lip as your walls clench around him so tightly he feels he might fall apart then and there. His hands are on your hips, thumbs rubbing comforting circles against your burning skin. A few deep breaths later and you’re probing Jungkook to move again. His hips rut into yours at a leisure pace, and he marvels for a moment at the way his dick disappears into your pussy, slick and wet with your own arousal. The thought of being in you ━ of finally feeling your walls wrapped around him, all wet and snug ━ is enough to make him bust then and there, but he refrains miraculously.

“Holy fuck,” You groan. “Why are you so big━”

Your voice cuts off into a delightful whimper, walls aching around him. Jungkook snorts, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. “Nothing sexier than hearing you stroke my ego.”

“Don’t let it get to your already big head,” You retort sluggishly.

“Big head!” he grumbles against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your skin and sending shivers down your spine. “Insult me some more. You know how it gets me going.”

“Oh my god, shut up. Where were we?”

“Rules.”

“Right,” You breathe in a sharp inhale of air as he grinds against your hips. “And rule number one is no kissing. That’s way too intimate.”

Jungkook quirks a brow. “How is kissing more intimate than having my dick in you?”

“It just is.” You refuse to tell him the truth. You poke your fingers at his sides, causing him to jerk against you. “Don’t question it.”

“Fine. Then no sentimental shit in general, like cuddling or pet names,” Jungkook retorts. “And no public displays of affection.”

“Okay,” You nod. “Fuck, Jungkook━”

“God, I love hearing you moan my name,” Jungkook grunts. He watches with fascination the way your face reacts at his every movement. “Too much?”

“No. Kinda hot,” You admit. An abrupt thought pops into your head that has you murmuring hazily, “Oh, and you can’t have sex with me to your sex playlist.”

Jungkook looks appalled. The sex playlist in question is one you’ve heard briefly before, if only because you’ve walked in on Jungkook and his flavour of the month a handful of times one too many times.

“So you’re telling me you don’t want to have the best orgasm of your life to The Weeknd or the Neighbourhood? WAP?” Jungkook asks, wriggling his brows suggestively. “Alanis Morissette?” You have less than half a second to register the 90s pop singer as out of place before Jungkook breaks out into song with a brief rendition of Head over Feet. “You’re my best friend, best friend with benefits━!”

Part of you knows he’s joking, but there’s still a small sliver of you that makes you gawk at him dubiously before dissolving into a fit of unabashed laughter. It rumbles against his chest, vibrates his dick in you. “You’re not serious, are you? That’s not actually in your sex playlist, is it?”

He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Guess you’ll never know now.”

Another roll of your eyes makes him snicker. He’s gotten used to your snide remarks, but he’ll gladly keep suffering under them if he gets to wipe that taunting smirk off your face each time with the way his dick makes you feel. You cling a little tighter to his shoulders and muse aloud, “So that’s it then?”

“Yeah━” Jungkook knows you’re referring to the rules and your plan, although it’s getting harder to focus on talking as he continues to grind against you. “And nothing has to change between us, even if we stop. We’re still just two best friends.”

“Yup.”

“Who have sex from time to time.”

“Yeah.”

He can’t help himself. He tries again. “Who might kiss.”

“Nope.” You’re smiling even despite the way you shoot him an aggravated stare first.

“We might?”

“No, we definitely won’t.”

Worth a shot, he thinks to himself. At least you really do always keep him in check.

After all, what are best friends for?

So, maybe a part of you thought the shift in your relationship with Jungkook wouldn’t last very long. A week at most, and maybe Hoseok would find you another pointless let down of a blind date to go on and Jungkook would get horny for some other girl ━ but it’s certainly been more than a week now, and you’ve had sex with him more than two times.

A third, and a fourth, if you’re being blatantly honest, and maybe a few more times after that but you don’t really remember what count you’re both on now which should probably be concerning. Days elapse into days, which turn to weeks, then months. Morning, afternoon, and night.

It’s not as if you hadn’t already spent almost every waking moment with Jungkook but now you had a reason to be at his apartment at any and all hours of the day and not solely for movie watching marathons. You’re positive he’s still having his occasional random flings, though you’re fortunate his commitment issues at least force him to go to their homes rather than his for the most part, so you never really have to witness half-naked girls stumbling out of his apartment just as you’re wandering in. He says it has something to do with how his bedroom is his sacred space, though you think it’s more like he wouldn’t want his hook ups discovering his Overwatch figurines or something (because, before Jungkook’s proposition, you’ve walked in on him once and a girl when they were entangled on the couch in his living room).

But you’ve noticed lately you’re getting too comfortable with your arrangement with Jungkook; too comfortable knowing he’ll be there at the end of a long day to greet you, to please you until you’re crying out his name. Sometimes he tells you about the girls he’s texting, or shows you a picture from a hot girl’s Instagram whose D.M.s he’s just slid into. And sometimes you’re left wondering how often he comes straight to you after hooking up with a random girl.

It shouldn’t matter to you, and you swear that it doesn’t.

Maybe you’re just overthinking things. Hoseok certainly seems to think so, but his judgement wasn’t much to go by.

Because, lately, Hoseok has been encouraging you more and more to give Yukhei (the blind date Hoseok had initially set you up with when you found yourself at Jungkook’s) another chance for two reasons: 1) “Yukhei’s a nice boy,” he had cheerfully reminded you, “he’ll treat you well,” and 2) “Stop fucking your best friend. It’s morally wrong.”

There were many things wrong with his statement, from the fact that you didn’t exactly consider standing up a date as “nice” and that you were also still begrudgingly lamenting the way Hoseok had discovered your recent fling with Jungkook (although, you weren’t being very inconspicuous, having shower sex with Jungkook early one morning when you were certain Hoseok would be spending the day at his fiance’s home instead of yours).

But then you meet Yukhei and you realize that, oh crap, he’s cute. And he’s nice.

As it turns out, after bumping into him one day when you’re with Hoseok lounging on the quad of your campus and he comes bounding over to return a textbook Hoseok had lent him for a specific class, Yukhei is so easily charming. He also gives a pretty valid excuse for flaking on your date, proving that he had to present his dissertation, making you clearly aware that he’s cute, nice, and smart. Jungkook, on the other hand, doesn’t see the appeal, yet his curiosity and intrigue seems to get the best of him.

“So that was your blind date?” Jungkook asks after grabbing your attention on the quad and stealing you away from Hoseok and Yukhei. “Yukhei?”

“You know him?”

“Seen him around,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly. “I’ve never really talked to him. But him? You’re not telling me you’re actually interested in him, are you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” You’re truly just as clueless about your feelings towards Yukhei as Jungkook seems to be. “What’s so wrong about him?”

“He’s━” Jungkook stops. He shakes his head. “Heard he’s got a small dick anyway.”

You shoot the boy a wary look, only to find him grinning deviously at himself. “Maybe he just wants to be friends.”

At this, Jungkook lets out a scoffing sound that borders on disbelieving laughter. “No, I definitely think he wants to have sex with you in his Toyota Camry, Y/N, but what do I know?”

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

“No, why would I be jealous?”

You can’t quite tell if he’s angry or not but, then again, why would he be? As far as either of you are concerned, there’s nothing to be jealous of.

So then why does it feel like he’s simply just telling himself that?

“Are you seriously on your phone right now?”

Jungkook asks this from somewhere behind you a handful of days later, a little peeved but most likely because your jarring 8:00 a.m. alarm had roused the both of you violently awake. In his defense, Jungkook is not a morning person.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You’re currently sprawled out on your hands and knees on his bed, phone still in your grasp after having plucked it off the nightstand in haste. Your clothes are scattered across the floor of his room, remnant clues of the night before when he had beckoned you over after hours, and your body is covered in nothing but hickeys and an unbuttoned blue flannel belonging to Jungkook that you had chucked on last night that does nothing in covering up the swell of your breasts which Jungkook is now currently eyeing. “Am I not giving you enough attention? Were you expecting cuddles or something? Thought that wasn’t in the rules.”

“No,” Jungkook huffs. He runs a hand through his long messy hair in an attempt to fix it; he ultimately gives up taming his locks, instead using the hair tie around his wrist to tie his hair back into a cute yet sexy little ponytail. As he does so, you notice the red friendship bracelet around his wrist and smile smally. “But my dick could use some cuddles. Preferably with your mouth, but it will also gladly accept your hand.”

Jungkook may not be a morning person but, as you’ve come to realize, his dick certainly is.

It’s painfully obvious too, his hardened length straining against the gray sweatpants he had thrown on at some point. And, god, did he have to wear those? It left little to the imagination, the outline of his length teasing you just enough.

“I should get going,” You say. “I have a test coming up. There’s supposed to be a review session today in class, and I don’t want to miss it.”

“Well, you don’t seem like you’re in a rush since you’re still on your phone,” Jungkook points out. “Who are you texting anyway? Yukhei?”

“Anger is an emotion,” You rebuke casually. “So is jealousy.”

Jungkook feigns a look of mock hurt. “I’m not angry or jealous! I’m needy.”

Still, Jungkook reaches out to swiftly pluck your phone from your hands.

“Jungkook━!”

He’s pressed up against your back in an instant, his dick hard against your ass, and he doesn’t move very far even when you twist in your spot in an attempt to grab your phone back. You don’t, and instead you end up on your back with him on his side, propped up on his elbow. You miss when he casts a swift gaze down at your phone, only to see that Yukhei’s chat messages are indeed open, and something seems to gnaw terribly at his gut before he tosses your phone to the side. He’s looking at you now with those big beautiful eyes of his, and you hate it.

“Please?” he beckons. He ruts his hips impatiently but slowly against your leg. He drops his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck, lips dangerously close to brushing against your flesh but he refrains somehow. “M’so hard right now, could probably bust the moment you touch me.”

The thought is tempting, having a helpless Jungkook cumming in your hands. The sight alone has quickly become your favourite thing, helping the frustrated boy get off. Besides, you’re certain you could ask Hoseok for the review notes.

Fuck it, you cave.

You fidget until you’ve pressed him back against the bed and have clambered on top of him, wiggling your way down to fit between his legs. Jungkook is watching you now with a half-asleep expression, though his teeth sink into his lower lip as you pull at his sweatpants until they’re down at his thighs, letting his swollen dick spring free.

“You know━” You hum. You reach out to grab at the base of his cock. “Yukhei wants to hang out, and Hoseok keeps telling me to give it a shot.”

That much is true. Part of you wants to say yes, if only because Yukhei seems promising enough, but the thought alone is enough for you to feel as if you’ve done something horribly wrong to Jungkook.

“Oh.” The word eclipses Jungkook’s mouth in a shallow breath of air. Then, your mouth wraps around the puffy head of his dick, shining with leaking precum that you swallow back, and Jungkook’s reaction is immediate. Head thrown back, face scrunching together, muscles in his toned abdomen flexing as he seizes and grunts aloud. “Oh, fuck━ Well… Are you gonna?”

Jungkook asks the last question with much difficulty, and a part of him thinks it doesn’t all have to do with how you’re making him feel.

“Dunno.” You snort around his dick, and he marvels at how adorable such a lewd action can seem.

You decide to focus on sucking him off because it truly is a sexy sight to see, letting the topic of Yukhei drop. Jungkook certainly doesn’t mind. As you swirl your tongue around his tip and reach up with your free hand to fondle at his balls, his long hair falls into his lashes but he still tries to find you past his wild locks, hooded eyes gazing down at you.

“Ah, shit━” Jungkook hisses delightfully, hips jerking forward instinctively into your mouth. The faintest hints of a drowsy smirk tug at his lips. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”

Yeah, you think to yourself then, you’re definitely going to ride him later. Screw going to class.

From: Jungkook Sent: 1:05 a.m.

bro i noticed u werent wearing our friendship bracelet while u were giving me head earlier. is everything ok??

You wake in the morning to a single text from Jungkook ━ and one you had not been expecting.

That’s not to say that getting the occasional text message from Jungkook at any and all hours of the day was abnormal, but the extent of his messages sent anywhere past midnight usually always range from something more coherent in the form of “what would u do if i was there rn?” to something exuding typical lazy Jungkook manner with a simple “dtf?” or “send noods lol” to something even more provocatively cryptic such as the eggplant and splashing water (or, as far as Jungkook is concerned, something else entirely) emojis and nothing else, left open for your own interpretation that typically, usually, without a doubt, results in you in his bed and his dick in you. But this seems to be something else entirely.

Unfortunately, Jungkook’s text isn’t the only concern of yours.

Hoseok has spent the better part of the morning giving you a lecture on why having sex with your best friend is bad. He seems so passionate about the topic that you’re certain he would have pulled out a powerpoint at any moment, each slide ending in a picture of Yukhei and why you should maybe try fucking him instead, if you entertained the idea a little longer. Hoseok claims it’s just a harmless date. Yukhei might be a nice boy, but you don’t know how you feel about him. You don’t want to lead him on, and a scary thought points out the fact that maybe, while Yukhei is a nice boy, he isn’t Jungkook.

“I don’t get why you don’t just give Yukhei a chance━” Hoseok is saying now, sat on the couch in your shared apartment with him. “It’s not like you have to marry him. I don’t think one date will hurt━ Aaand, you’re not even listening to me anymore, are you?”

The sheepish look on your face is enough of an answer for him. You’ve been anxiously eyeing your phone and the text Jungkook had sent you last that you’ve yet to respond to, even despite being awake for more than a few hours now.

“Yes, I am listening,” You say dismissively. “Something about how one date won’t hurt, but that’s what you said when Yoongi asked you out, and you’re literally engaged now.”

The glistening metallic ring on Hoseok’s finger is evidence enough. The boy looks down at it as if seeing it for the first time, purses his lips, and then nods in agreement. “Okay, yeah, maybe you’re right. But you’re holding out for Jungkook and for what? He’s hot, yeah, and he’s your best friend, sure, but at the end of the day he’s still just a horny male who wants to stick his dick in anything that moves.”

“Hoseok.” Your grumbling sigh is interrupted by the motion of your phone vibrating against your thigh once more. You peek at the screen fleetingly to see a new text.

From: Jungkook Sent: 2:35 p.m.

send n00ds?

miss ur tits :(

Typical Jungkook.

The text from the night before is all but seemingly forgotten from his mind, and you can’t quite tell if you’re devastated or relieved. You don’t have very long to discern which emotion you’re feeling when Hoseok snatches your phone to look at what’s gotten your attention before exclaiming suddenly, “Aha! See! What did I say?”

“It’s not like that,” You wave Hoseok off. “Jungkook treats me well. He respects me, and I’m comfortable with him.”

“And how long until whatever this is━” He gestures vaguely to your phone as if to point out your relationship with Jungkook, “has to end? Do you really think a pinky promise is going to make sure your friendship with him isn’t totally ruined? I mean, how can you continue being casual friends with someone, see them dating someone else, when they’ve had their dick in you?”

You know it makes sense. Realistically, you either stop sleeping with each other or it potentially develops into something more. But in both circumstances, what were the chances that either of you didn’t get your heart broken? Maybe a part of you was apprehensive of Jungkook finding the “right” person for him one day that has him ending things with you, and while you swear you’d be happy for him, relationships sometimes have a way of distracting people from those already around them. Were you prepared to have someone take him away from you, platonically and whatever it is else that you have with him? Did you really think you could just keep being friends with him, as if nothing ever occurred between you two?

You don’t think Jungkook is bothered worrying about the state of your friendship with him, much less overthinking it like you seem to be. It shouldn’t be a big deal ━ yet why was there still that terrible nagging voice in the back of your mind? Whether or not Hoseok is right, you don’t want to find out. You don’t have feelings for Jungkook anyway.

But your ability to bend at his every will is certainly interesting.

You grab your phone before Hoseok can do any serious damage like unlocking it and responding to Jungkook, clutching it to your chest as you start to cross the living room. The other boy looks at you in bewilderment. “Where are you going now?”

“Where does it look?” You call over your shoulder just before you disappear into the bathroom, and Hoseok deduces all at once that you’re truly a lost cause. “I need to send him a picture of my boobs.”

“He’s totally into you, Y/N.”

Admittedly, there were many mundane but essentially weird things you’ve talked to Jungkook about while having sex. You’ve had many heated debates about everything under the sun from whether or not pineapple on pizza should be illegal to top five betrayals in either movies or animes, to passionate grand philosophical discussions about what exists outside of the universe.

It’s not as if you had been planning on talking about Yukhei to Jungkook when he had invited you over to his apartment late at night after sending your risqué boob picture to him but, like many things in your friendship with Jungkook, it sort of just happened. He had asked you how your day was and you had decided to broach the topic experimentally, though you think deep down you’re doing it on purpose to see if he’d react in any way. What started with you mentioning Hoseok’s adamance and you sort of genuinely asking Jungkook for advice on Yukhei somehow evolved into Jungkook interrogating you on whether or not you’ve hung out with him yet.

“Jungkook. You’re getting off topic,” You admonish him now, as if your own choice of topic is any better when his dick is currently in you.

Jungkook is wedged between your thighs smushed up against your chest, large palms holding you on your ribcage in place beneath him. He’s a comfortable heavy draped over top of you, cock stretching you wide. You can feel his heart hammering against yours and he’s slick with sweat, golden hair clinging to his forehead and in his pretty eyes. You resist the urge to reach out and brush the messy locks away but, again, how would that be any less intimate of an action than what you’re already doing? Another line uncrossed, you suppose.

“How am I off topic?” Jungkook retorts. “You literally just said you can’t tell if he’s into you but he dropped by when you were done class and bought you lunch. You don’t just do that for a girl you don’t care that much about.”

“You buy me lunch, like, every day,” You point out.

“Because you’re my best friend. Of course I care about you,” Jungkook says.

“Ah, Jungkook━” You curse suddenly, grabbing his attention when you shift your weight beneath him. “You’re crushing me. Why’d you stop moving?”

He doesn’t have an answer, if only because he hadn’t even realized he’d stop moving in the first place. Without hesitation, he continues leisurely rutting his hips against yours, grabbing at one of your legs to hook it around his waist. This new angle lets you feel even more of him as he sinks further into you, if that was even still possible, reaching so far into you that you swear it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. Your head lolls back against the pillows, pure euphoria contorting your face so much so to the point that it distracts you entirely from the distant look glazing over Jungkook’s eyes.

“Yukhei definitely wants to bang,” he huffs under his breath.

At once, an exasperated groan fills his ears.

“I can’t believe we’re seriously having this conversation right now,” You roll your eyes, fingers prodding at his sides. “I don’t wanna talk about Yukhei potentially wanting to have sex with me.”

Jungkook’s glad you said it, at least. Though now he’s watching you with hooded eyes as he thrusts into you a little harder, maybe a little intentionally. His indulgent gaze droops to your breasts, admiring the way they bounce beneath him each time his hips make contact with yours. He thinks back earlier in the day to the picture you had sent him which, really, had sparked the mood for the rest of the night.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whines abruptly. His eyes screw shut and brows furrow together as your walls clench around him. He drops his head to bury his face in your chest, lips momentarily wrapping around one of your nipples as he sucks harshly at the soft flesh. When he speaks next, forehead still resting against your collarbones, his voice is a breathless croak, “Well, do you like him?”

“No,” You moan. “Maybe━ Fuck, Koo━ I don’t know.”

“He’s gonna be at that party Tae’s throwing, isn’t he?” Jungkook tries to focus, but it’s becoming increasingly harder to do so when he’s inching closer and closer to his high. “Shit, ah, Y/N━ Why don’t you try talking to him or something? See how the night goes?”

“He’s nice but I don’t think he’s the one for me,” You admit sheepishly. “I think I’m just gonna end things while I still can, with as little harm as possible.”

“Well, glad that’s settled,” Jungkook mumbles. “Can we please stop talking about Yukhei now?”

You seem to miss the way he clings to you a little tighter, hands flying down to grip at your hips, nails digging crescent moon shapes into your skin. He snaps his hips into yours a little faster this time, your pussy throbbing around him.

“Nngh, Jungkook━”

Your hands fumble to grip at his hair, tugging tightly at the roots and earning a delightful hiss from the boy. Your own mouth drops open in a silent moan and it’s a wonder he doesn’t combust at just how sexy the sight is. He hates how his eyes stay trained on the shape of your lips, the soft plumpness of them. He’s felt them wrapped around his dick plenty of times before but he concedes that it’s probably hardly anywhere near to how it would feel to kiss you. Like actually kiss you, tongue and all.

God, what’d he give just to smother your lips with his.

And, god, he hopes you never find out. He’s positive that thought is far more scandalous alone than anything you’ve ever done together.

You’re writhing beneath him now, hips jutting forward desperately to meet his. “I’m gonna cum, Jungkook━”

“Fuck, yes,” Jungkook growls. “Wanna feel you cream around my cock so bad. Come on, baby━”

In the heat of the moment, you seem to miss the pet name that slurs off his tongue and the sentiment in it. A few more jolting slams of his hips and you’re tumbling over the edge. He has to sputter for air when he feels your pussy wrapping so tightly around him, stuttering in his pace above you if only to watch as you unravel beneath him. Hooded dark eyes glazed over in that perfect fucked out expression he loves so much, teeth biting at your lower lip so hard he wonders if it’ll bruise in the morning.

A sudden thought pops into his head when you’ve settled enough, amongst the blinding pure white of bliss that clouds his thoughts. “Did you get my text by the way? The one I sent last night?”

You gasp for air. The bracelet on your wrist itches at the mention of it, and you’re fortunate you decided to wear it that afternoon before coming to Jungkook’s. “Y-Yeah━”

“Well…?”

“Everything’s fine,” You say this as dismissively as you can. Your core is still vibrating after the harsh impact of your orgasm paired with Jungkook’s swollen length still in you. “I just… I was taking a shower and didn’t want to get it wet. I forgot to put it back on in the morning.”

That’s a lie. You had mostly taken it off as part of an experiment, though it hasn’t answered much. At least Jungkook doesn’t seem to realize that.

“Oh,” Jungkook breathes. A beat of silence passes, before he deadpans cockily, “Wait, you were taking a shower and I wasn’t invited?”

“Oh my god, shut up━” Maybe if he hadn’t just currently driven you to nirvana and back, you’d notice the way the sloppy grin on his face is a simple taunt. But you’re much too distracted to care. Instead, you use your leg that’s still hooked around his waist to gently push and roll him onto his back so that you can straddle his hips. His eyes sparkle mischievously as he watches you waste no time in hurrying to grind against him at an agonizingly steady pace that makes his head spin. “You’re ruining the moment. I’m trying to make you cum.”

A devious cackle rumbles from his chest, albeit a little contented at the same time. Yeah, he definitely likes the sound of that. “Well then, by all means, don’t let me stop you.”

It’s only then that his question comes back into your mind. If he felt the need to ask you again about the bracelet, maybe that meant something after all. At the very least, it means he hadn’t forgotten about it altogether. On the other hand, you wonder how often he had spent thinking, or over-thinking, the issue in the past twenty-four hours, if at all.

Was it wrong to feel some semblance of joy over that potential fact? Probably.

That doesn’t seem to bother you much this time. Not when he’s gazing up at you as if you’re some divine sexy goddess, all his to enjoy. You can’t help yourself; you reach down to brush the sweaty hair from his eyes, perhaps all too gentle of an action for best friends.

And he smiles, maybe a little too softly and maybe a little too ardently if you look close enough.

He smiles.

The thing about your supposed “rules” with your relationship with Jungkook is that there might be a few loose ends that neither you nor Jungkook pay much attention to sometimes.

But that’s neither here nor there.

Mostly, the “no public displays of affection” clause is easily disregardable. It’s typically when you’re too drunk to remember it and a bit needy, craving one another’s touch, but those around you never truly seem to care or even notice because, if you’re lucky, they’re equally as smashed. Sometimes the “no cuddles” clause blurs into a gray area where it’s simply just you and Jungkook post-sex, sprawled out in his bed, not necessarily wrapped up in one another’s arms and cooing sweet nothings to one another but giggling at nothing in particular except one another as you bask in each other’s company and nothing more. You suppose some rules are meant to be broken.

For the most part, Jungkook never seems to question the no kissing rule you were so adamant in insisting. Not until one night in which you’re left wondering where things go so drastically wrong. It starts off as normally as any other day with you and Jungkook can, spent in his apartment binge watching movies. You hadn’t expected that night to switch as suddenly as it does when Jungkook shoots you a text earlier in the day asking if you want to come to his for a night of casual drinking as simply “best friends.” But, as always, one thing seems to lead to another, and you can’t get enough of Jungkook. Maybe it’s in the way he holds you a little tighter, the way he tugs you onto his lap on the sofa in his living room, the way he grips your thighs with a certain type of insatiable desire.

“You know…” he hums. “You drive me insane. In, like, the best way possible.”

Part of you realizes his actions even without him seeming to, and the drunken smile on your face remaining frozen in place, a little dumbfounded. “Jungkook…”

“When I’m with you…” He lifts his stare to look at you, but you have nothing to say. Neither does he. Instead, you’re left grinning at one another and suddenly your face is warm. He leans towards you, his nose nuzzling against the side of your throat. Your hands stay threaded in his hair now, and he swears he feels you secure your grip as if to pull him closer.

You can feel his lips brush faintly against your skin, grazing along your neck to the underside of your jaw. Up, up, up, until━

It’s just as his mouth meets with the corner of yours that you register what he’s doing, even in your clouded state. You turn your head just in time, and he comes to an immediate halt, his lips barely making contact with your cheek instead before he pulls away. He doesn’t move very far but you also don’t push him away just yet. Instead, you shift your head to look at him, still inches apart from him.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He can’t quite tell if you’re appalled or not, an empty expression staring back at him.

“I━ You━” He fumbles over his words, squeezes his eyes shut. He blames it on the alcohol even though his head is swimming with thoughts that seem to only concern you. But then a fierceness seems to stir within him, one that makes his jaw clench as he meets your stunned stare. The question rolls off his tongue without meaning to. “Is this about Yukhei?”

“What?”

“Is that why you weren’t wearing our bracelet the other day?”

The question is so ridiculous, you have to laugh. “What are you going on about?”

But Jungkook doesn’t see what’s so funny and so he tries again, his persistence taking hold. “Is that why you won’t ever let me kiss you?”

You blink. Then, you’re shaking your head at him. Exasperation hangs heavy in your words, shaping in the form of a tired scoff. “You’re not serious.”

You’ve slithered off of his lap before he can even think to stop you ━ but if he had, would you have even stayed? You’re mad, but he doesn’t know why. “No, I wanna know. Because if what we have is already so meaningless, what makes a kiss any different?”

“Jungkook…”

“So I wanna know,” he says, brows unconsciously knitting together. His gaze is searching yours desperately, as if begging for an answer he’ll want to hear. But he knows he’s being an idiot, a small sober part in him makes him realize that. “Humour me. Have you had sex with him yet?”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe that’s what you’re on about.” Suddenly, you’re frowning. Your hardened stare meets the boy’s and the irritation that scrunches at your face makes him wince, but it’s too late for him to take back the damage that he’s done. “Yeah, Jungkook, we fucked in his stupid Toyota that you hate so much and he choked me and I liked it. He did all sorts of dirty things to me. Is that what you want to hear?” The sardonic tone hisses at his ears, but he bites back his words, the sober part in him doing some decent good by shushing him. “No, Jungkook, we didn’t fuck. We haven’t even gone on a date, and I don’t even know if I want to, and you think I’m throwing myself at him.”

“But you wanna.”

“You’re being an idiot,” You admonish. “I’m going home. Talk to me when you’re sober.”

He has just enough time to watch you turn on your heel, march towards his door, when he scrambles to his feet. The weight of his words and actions finally seem to dawn on him, hitting him harshly in the face and in the heart.

“Fuck, wait! Wait━” he gasps.

He chases after you, hand reaching out to press his palm against the door before you can shimmy it open. He’s fortunate when you turn to look at him, though your arms are folded impatiently over your chest.

“You’re right. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad,” he promises earnestly. Then, he lets out a frustrated groan. “I just… What if we… Shit, what if we stop for right now? Y’know… Hooking up. Whatever this is.”

He gestures vaguely between the two of you with his hands, a wearied look plastering his face.

You hate to admit how his words seem to affect you. They bite at the air, leave you breathless as you gawk at him, but the harsh realization of it all is that you were never his to have and he was never yours. Hoseok had been right when he said these things were bound to come to an end ━ so why did it seem to hurt you so much?

A beat of prolonged silence passes between the two of you. Jungkook runs a hand through his chaotic blonde hair, digging the heel of his palm into his temple as if to rid himself of a headache he’s no doubt sporting. Maybe you’re waiting for a better explanation, but he gives none, and you don’t feel as if you have the right to ask why. He’s not your boyfriend, for god’s sake. It’s not like he’s breaking your heart.

Instead, you take a deep breath and say, “Okay.”

“Okay.” It’s all that he says in return.

So then why does it feel like he is?

When Jungkook had promised that if your fling with him ended you would go back to being untainted best friends, he was apparently lying.

A part of you can’t believe the sheer nerve of him to ghost you in his traditional fuckboy ways, and yet he does. You suppose not entirely, at the very least. Part of it ends up with you being even more vexed by his sudden shift in emotion, and the tangible tension that rises between the two of you should have been dealt with properly, yet neither of you do anything about it, leaving your friendship stagnant and stale for a week. After all, how are you really supposed to go back to “just friends” when you’ve seen his dick one too many times?

You refrain from telling Hoseok, if only so you don’t have to hear him tell you he told you so ━ but you also decide to give Yukhei that one chance, and so you think Hoseok wouldn’t mind so much anyway.

Admittedly, when Yukhei asks to hang with you at Taehyung’s eventual party, you aren’t entirely too keen, but you accept it if only because you heard Jungkook will be there too. For the majority of the night, you don’t see the boy, and you spend the hours cozying up with Yukhei in a conversation that dulls you. As it would appear, it seems to bore Yukhei too, but you only notice that when he starts touching you on your waist and the small of your back. There’s a moment where he leans his head close enough to yours that you realize he’s trying to kiss you, resulting in an awkward encounter in which you push him away, palms on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. The answer is obvious enough to you, but you don’t think you should tell him for his own dignity. That, instead, all you can imagine is Jungkook in his place. “Should we get out of here?”

“Y/N. Can I talk to you?”

You’re both fortunate yet horrified when you hear Jungkook’s voice. He’s standing just behind you, his own stare devoid of any emotion, though his brows furrow and his jaw clenches in a signature Jungkook manner that you know means he’s pissed. He hardly acknowledges Yukhei, nodding in his general direction. You don’t remember if you leave Yukhei there or if he leaves, or if Jungkook even gives a poor attempt of an excuse to the boy, but you’ve not so much as uttered a single word or let out an exhalation of air, when Jungkook ultimately pulls you off to the side where it’s just you and him once more.

“I’m not sucking your dick in Tae’s grimy bathroom, if that’s what you want,” You scowl once Yukhei is out of earshot. “You’ve lost the privilege that is my mouth.”

“That’s not━” Jungkook shakes his head, exasperated. “That’s not what I want. I just━ I’ll take you home. Please?”

You know the offer is much more than him simply walking you the route to your dorm, which you already know like the back of your hand. Yet, you don’t argue. Truthfully, it’s a relief when Jungkook lugs you out of the party. The entire venture back to your apartment is treacherous, in the way that you’re left sobering up enough to the point that your dizzying thoughts become more coherent. Hoseok is gone for the weekend at least, spending the days with his fiance, so you don’t have to worry about humiliating yourself in front of your roommate when it comes to Jungkook.

You’ve barely made it through your front door when you’re grumbling aloud, “What do you want, Jungkook?”

“I wanna talk,” he says firmly. “About us. About Yukhei.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.” But that’s a lie. Talking to Jungkook, even despite masquerading your annoyance for him, is a blessing in disguise. You’ve missed the idiot, and hearing his voice. “Besides, you told me to give him a chance.”

“And you said you didn’t want to.”

“Maybe I changed my mind.”

“Yeah, you sure seemed like you loved it when he was trying to shove his tongue down your throat,” Jungkook retorts bitterly. “C’mon, Y/N. We both know that’s a lie.”

“You know, you’ve been a real dick lately.”

A sliver of a smirk tugs at Jungkook’s face. “I thought you love dick.”

Clearly, his poor attempt at a joke doesn’t land well with you. “Why do you even care so much if Yukhei and I get together? Stop acting so high and mighty and moral, Jungkook. It’s not like you’re some virgin saint. How many times have I heard you talk about all those girls you’ve fucked? And what was I? Just another notch in your belt this whole time?”

“What?” Jungkook gasps now, as if disbelieving you would ever think such a thing. “No! You’re not just another notch. I would never even think about you that way. And I haven’t had sex with anyone else but you this whole time and I easily could have.”

“Wow! Such a martyr,” You remark dryly. When you speak next, you meet his stare with your own crestfallen gaze. “I just want my best friend back.” Your words hurt him more than you think, but he can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. “You’re the one who tried to kiss me, then suggested we stop whatever it is we’re doing━”

Jungkook flinches. “I know.”

“Then you ignore me for days even though you promised nothing would change━”

“I know,” he says desperately. He closes the distance between the two of you, yearning to reach out and touch you. Instead, he clamps his eyes shut, trying with all his might to focus when the room feels like it’s spinning.

“And then you get mad when Yukhei tries to make a move. It’s like you’re jealous or something!”

“I am.” He can’t take it anymore. The words tumble from his lips in a rush that he hardly bothers to bite back.

“Why?”

“Because━ Because━” He struggles to form his thoughts into words, stumbling over his sentence. Fuck, he’s never like this. Even you can tell. He grits his teeth next. “I lean in to kiss you and you look at me as if I’m out of my mind. I just don’t get it. You don’t want me to kiss you but you let me put my dick in your ass.”

The taut line of your lip quivers as you break. “That was one time and you didn’t even get all the way in!”

“Y/N.” Jungkook hums now. He’s gazing at you a little softly, reaching out to place his hands on your waist. “Look, I know I’ve been an idiot. But lately, when I touch you, I fucking feel so alive and the thought of Yukhei doing anything with you when it isn’t me, who should be with you, makes me want to vomit. And when I wake up in the morning alone, I only want you next to me. And I can’t be the only one feeling that way. If I am, tell me. Right now. Please. I just wanna know why you won’t ever let me kiss you, but you let me do all sorts of things with you. Am I really that repulsive?”

Another moment of silence stifles the room. Jungkook is so close to you now, you can’t help yourself. You reach up to tug at the collar of his shirt, fingers twisting in the material as you lean your forehead out of frustration against his shoulder and he instinctively lets his arms slither around your waist, holding you to him. Then━

“No.”

“What?”

“I only made the rule because I don’t want you to kiss me unless you mean it,” You murmur into his chest. “Like really, really mean it. Like I’m more than just a notch in your belt. Because I want to kiss you so badly, and I’m already in love with you but then I’ll really be in love with you and I don’t want to get my heart broken.”

The anticipation kills you, awaiting his response. You refuse to lift your head, until you hear him grumble, “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“Me?”

The retort is filled with your typical jestering hostility as you finally look at him. But just as you do so, Jungkook’s reaching out to grasp at your face, rough hands all soft and gentle as they cradle your cheeks, guiding you towards him and smoothing his lips over yours until you melt like putty in his hands.

Kissing Jungkook, you deduce at once, is not at all how you imagined it.

It’s everything and more. You’ve felt his mouth on you before but in much different circumstances. Between your legs, on your throat, down past the valley of your breasts ━ and each kiss then had been feral, sloppy, rough. Now, it’s sweet and tender, the feeling of his lips as soft as how he makes your heart feel. And the butterflies━ god, the butterflies.

Impatient hands tug and pull at one another until you’ve both stumbled into your room and onto your bed. He’s clambered over top of you, lips struggling to not part throughout the whole ordeal, until he’s wedged himself between your thighs.

Only then does Jungkook part from you just enough in the next moment, lips brushing against yours, as he whispers ardently, “I mean it.”

Then he’s kissing the corner of your lips down to the underside of your jaw, his mouth grazing along your skin in a feathery touch. His hands help you shed your shirt, and the bra underneath. “I mean it when I kiss you here.”

Then he drops his head to your neck, kissing at the base of your throat, before nipping at it lightly. “And here.”

Your hands come to thread in his hair, tugging at the roots. He burrows his face lastly in your chest, snatching the nipple of one of your breasts between his teeth. “Here…”

You’re so soft and supple beneath his hands, all his to love and explore.

“I want you, all of you,” he mumbles. “Only you.”

“Oh, Koo…”

A pretty moan tumbles from your mouth, and he could nearly cry. He had surely thought you were far past the point of enraged, far past the point of pensive words shaped in a heartfelt apology to bring you back to him. But then hearing you rasp his name ━ the little cute nickname that only you call him ━ makes him so goddamn remorseful.

He smothers your lips with his once more, groaning into your mouth. “I’m such a fucking dick. I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that,” You whine.

“I’m sorry,” he laments. He bites at your lower lip, suckling against it. “Please let me make it up to you.”

“You already have.”

“But I’ve been such a shitty friend,” he groans. It’s hard to focus when he’s pressing his hips against yours, the forming bulge in his pants straining against the inside of your thigh. “I should’ve known when to stop. I shouldn’t have even suggested the whole thing in the first place, because then I wouldn’t have messed us all up.”

“Jungkook,” Your grip tightens in his hair. “Jungkook━ I want you so bad. Just wanna be yours.”

“Yeah?” His breath is warm as it fans against your neck. You rub your core eagerly against him, throbbing pussy so close to making contact with his dick.

“Yeah,” You mewl.

“What do you want from me?”

“You. Wanna feel your dick in me, please,” Your fingers tug at the top of his jeans, prodding at the muscles on his abdomen. “In my mouth. Can make you feel better, Koo, I promise. Just wanna be your good girl.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

He lets you push him until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips. Your limbs entangle with his as you shed the rest of your clothes, your own hands wandering up and down the front of his body after he’s tossed his shirt onto the floor. Then he watches as you shimmy your way down his body. You’re so zealous in pleasing him, wrapping your hand around the base of his dick, head angry and red, dribbling pearly beads of precum down the shaft and over the bulging vein that lines it. You run your thumb over the tip and down, spreading the sticky fluid over him. He grunts in response, nearly jolting at your touch, as his head drops back against his shoulders.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls.

You pump him slowly, taking you time as your closed fist glides up and down his length. He shudders each time your hand reaches the base, and becomes so carried away with your leisure teasing that his eyes are screwed shut and misses the way you dip down to kiss at the tip of his cock. His eyes immediately flutter open, a flustered expression painting his face. You lap again at the head, saltiness coating your tongue, and you let out a simpering moan that has him quivering. And when you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock, sinking down along his length, he swears he’s about to fall apart. Your eyes flicker upward to meet him and the moment they lock, so sexy and dark, he has to look away for fear of busting right then and there. He reclines back against the bed once more, his hand flying out to grab at your hair.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he rasps.

He can feel the curve of your lips against his cock as you suck him off. You do so well, too. Puffing your cheeks out, taking as much of him as you can until it feels as if he’s hitting the back of your throat. Then, you’ll suck at the tip of his cock, tongue swirling rapidly around, as your fist rubs his shaft. It’s a beautiful mix, one that inches him closer and closer to his high, and each time you switch he has to hold it together to not let go so soon. He wants to enjoy it, needs to bask in it. Your pretty mouth doing such sinful things, making him feel as if he were in heaven.

“Shit━” His hips jut forward to meet with your mouth, accidentally hitting the back of your throat without warning. You gag a little, but don’t pull away, and when he apologizes to you hastily, you only moan in response. A thought pops into his head that has him beckon aloud, “Will you be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth? Huh, baby?”

You hum in approval, eyes shimmering with glee.

So, he plants both hands in your hair, grabs at the sides of your head, and as you hollow out your cheeks, he bucks into your mouth. He does it again and again, listening to your crescendoing mewls of delight, forming a sticky mess of drool and cum that spills onto your chin.

“God, you’re so good,” Jungkook grunts. He’s a complete wreck, eyes screwing shut, blonde tresses spilling into his lashes. The muscles in his abdomen twitch with each sharp inhale of air he takes, so mesmerized by the shape of your pretty mouth around his dick, like you were made for him. “Such a good girl, huh?”

He fucks himself into your mouth roughly, frantically. Tears start to prick at your eyes from holding your breath, yet you keep yourself together just a little longer for him, lashes fluttering shut tightly.

“All mine too,” Jungkook hisses. “Wouldn’t let Yukhei do this to you, would you? Fuck, I’m━”

With your head left immobile stuck in his grasp, you hum in disapproval instead. You know he’s close when you start to hear him panting breathily. When he cums, it’s with a fractured whine and in short hot bursts onto your tongue and down your throat. You swallow as much as you can and, when he parts from you with a resonating lewd pop, you wipe away with your knuckles at the rest of his cum leaking out of the corner of your mouth and onto your chin. Dark hooded eyes meet with yours, a mischievous glint captivating them. You crawl over to him, straddling his hips once more, chasing his mouth with yours. Your own lips are so wet, coated in saliva and cum, bruised plump, but yet you’re smiling so innocently past the way he can taste himself on his tongue.

A dazed thought pops into your head that has you murmuring wistfully against him, “Say it again. I like hearing you call me baby.”

“Hmm? What about when I call you my good girl?” Jungkook nips at your lips. He grasps at your waist, flipping you over until you’re on your back beneath him. “You treat me so well, baby; you’re my only girl, you know that.”

A contented sigh sounds from you as you rut your hips in thinning desperation to meet his, so close to rubbing against his dick nestled against his thigh. He licks at his fingers hastily, reaching between the two of you to press against your clit, rubbing leisurely at the soft bundle of nerves. He’s learned how to navigate your body after months of supposed emotionless fucking, but now? Now, he felt as if his heart may just burst through his chest. Every reaction you make to his every touch ━ the needy plea to have him make you his, call you baby ━ makes him want to see more, and more.

“Am I?” You ask hoarsely. He grasps at his dick, guiding his tip to your core, so slick and wet, glistening with your own arousal. As he pushes himself in with a hiss, he watches as you contort beneath him. “Nnngh, Jungkook━”

“Fuuck,” he groans. He sinks into you, spreading your thighs further and further apart, until his hips make contact with yours. His mouth attacks yours with a feverish passion, the rumble of his moans and your whimpers muffling against one another. Then, he remembers to answer your awaiting question, barely audible between the way his tongue lavs at yours. “You are. I’m so fucking in love with you. But I don’t deserve you.”

Your hands tug impatiently at his hair. “Stop saying that.”

“But it’s true,” he hums. He’s quick to start rutting at your hips in a steady yet agonizing pace, dick burrowing into your pussy as your walls throb and shake. He can’t help but watch, mesmerized as always by the way his length slips past your folds and disappears into you. Again, and again, and again, so lewdly destroying your pretty cunt. “Just want Yukhei to touch you all over instead, don’t you?”

“No,” You croak.

You spread your thighs instinctively wider apart, allowing him to sink even further into you until it feels as if he’s hitting you so far in your stomach. Each roll of his hips is punctuated by the crude noise of skin against skin, sending you spiralling.

“Want him to do all sorts of dirty things to you, huh?”

“N-No. Fuck, Jungkook━ Harder, please━”

“That’s what you said,” Jungkook retorts. Still, he listens to your pleas, snapping his hips into yours roughly enough to send you jolting back on the bed. His hands start to roam your body, pinching at your hips, then grasping ferociously at one of your breasts. “Want him to fuck you in his car, right?” His palm feels like fire as it slides up past your collarbones to your throat. “Want him to choke you.”

His hand comes to wrap around the underside of your jaw on your throat, thumb and index finger pressing against the pressure points there. He squeezes, though with barely any force, just enough to feel your rapid pulse beneath his digits in a way that makes you so suddenly hyper aware of everything he’s doing to you. Cock stretching you wide, palm heavy around your throat, mouth folding over yours. So caught up in the overwhelming sensations you’re feeling, you can’t tell if he’s genuinely upset with himself, though you suspect part of him is. You can sense it in the way he clings to you a little tighter, can see it laced within his dazzling pupils.

Jungkook huffs, hair flopping into his eyes as he grits his teeth and ruts his hips faster into you if only to see more of your pretty little reactions. Your jaw unhinges at the feeling, head falling back onto the pillows. “He could probably treat you nicer too.”

You shake your head wildly, fingers digging into the skin on his shoulders. “Just want you, Koo.”

“Still?” he asks. His grip on your neck fastens a little more, pure euphoria riddling all your senses and making you writhe beneath him. “God, you’re such a dumb little slut, aren’t you?”

You nod in your groggy exhaustion, the familiar burn coiling in your stomach, making your toes curl.

Jungkook feels your own high approach. Your walls are clenched so tightly around him, he has to sputter for air. “Could he make you feel like this?”

“No, Koo,” You whine. “Only you.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook growls. “Good girl. Gonna cum around my dick like the good little slut you are?”

Your hips ricochet upwards to meet his, relentless pounding into your core. “Please, please━”

Jungkook quickens his pace until you’ve deteriorated into absolute shambles, whimpering his name after each thrust. You tumble towards your high, cuming around his length as he burrows it into you again and again, and all he can think is mine, mine, mine. As you unravel beneath him, he slides his hand off of your throat and slithers it underneath you and around your waist, hoisting you slightly enough off the bed so that he can reach his own orgasm. He’s a little more frantic now, sloppy and restless as he pummels into you.

“Shit, baby━” he cries out. “Oh, fuck, you’re so good━”

As you come down from your high enough, you somehow manage to murmur drowsily, “Cum in me, Koo. Wanna feel it.”

You grab at his face, pulling him down to catch his lips on yours, and the thought is so tempting he can’t refuse. He gets so lost in your lips, cuming with one final slam of his hips into yours and a chorus of curses mingling with your name in whimpers. He rides out both of your highs with a few half-hearted thrusts, more concerned with kissing you in useless open-mouthed kisses as your own mouth parts with one last weary moan while he fills you up.

When he’s spent, he collapses against your chest, and you collapse onto the bed. It’s quiet long enough for the both of you to calm the shrill beat of your hearts when you feel Jungkook stir, moving to part from you, pulling his dick from your swollen pussy and planting a lingering peck on your cheek. He disappears momentarily but returns a few seconds later, towel in hand which he uses to wipe at your core now leaking with his cum and your heart croons at all his tender touches.

It makes you realize all at once that, god, yes, you’re so in love with your idiot best friend and he’s so in love with you.

“Jungkook.”

He turns to look at you, an adoring smile dancing upon his lips when he sees your own radiant beaming face. You beckon him over and he relents, letting you pull him into your arms. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he wraps his own arms around you to tug you closer to his side. As your fingers come to rake through his sweaty hair, he cranes his neck to follow your hand and hear him coo against your neck, “That feels so good.”

A sudden thought crosses your mind that has you smirking smally to yourself. “Are we… Are we cuddling? Jungkook, I thought you didn’t like cuddling. Said it was, and I quote, sentimental bullshit.”

“I never liked it because it wasn’t with you. Didn’t wanna waste my time on someone that wasn’t you,” Jungkook hums, matter-of-fact. You can tell he’s a little embarrassed at the way you so casually taunt him about such an obvious fact, though he’s fortunate you can’t see him smiling like a complete fool. “And I wanna do all that sentimental bullshit with only you. Now, shush━” He scolds you playfully. “M’so tired and I just wanna hold you tight.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Your heart leaps in your chest. “Just promise me one thing?”

It’s only then that he lifts his sleepy gaze to find yours, apprehensive of any potentially looming severity in your words. “Anything.”

Instead, all he can find is the way you trace your finger along the details of his face, from his nose, to his cheekbones, down to the freckle under his lip with the hand that sports your friendship bracelet. “In the morning, when we wake up, you’ll still be here to hold me tight. And every other morning after that.”

His smile widens even more, if that was even possible. “Wouldn’t want it any other way. But━”

“But?”

“On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

His eyes sparkle cheekily. “Kiss me.”

So, you do, again and again and again; and Jungkook thinks, yeah, he certainly can get used to this.

It takes you a month to cave in to Jungkook’s incessant pleas to fuck you to his sex playlist. You do it mostly to humour him, though part of you is a little bit intrigued at the thought.

Stowed away in his room, he eats you out to the choruses of sultry The Weeknd and raunchy Ariana Grande songs, fucks you to the likes of the Neighbourhood and Kim Petras while you’re on all fours, and you’re only half-paying attention to the music until you hear it. Admittedly, you almost completely miss it but you blame Jungkook and the way he’s making you currently feel, sprawled out beneath him, chests pressed flush against one another in a sweaty, sticky mess, breathy and glorious moans of your name filling your ears when━

“I had no choice but to hear you. You stated your case time and again━”

The dulcet chime of Alanis Morissette thrums about the room, a complete and utter shift in contrast in the atmosphere that has you immediately pausing.

“Jungkook.” But he knows what you set out to say even before you do, judging by the tone in your voice and the stifling smirk on his face. You gawk at him, biting at your lip to hide your laughter but you fail miserably. “You weren’t joking?”

He shrugs innocently, leaving you just as dumbfounded as you were two seconds ago. Instead, he says, “Gotta do what I promised then, don’t I?”

You quirk a brow. “What was that exactly?”

“Gotta give you the best orgasm of your life.”

“If you can do that to cheesy 90s pop, I’ll have your actual babies, Jungkook.” The effort is endearing and impressive, to say the least.

A roll of your eyes is met with a taunting roll of his hips into yours that wipes the jest off your face immediately. He grins like a madman, uttering a little stupidly, and a little ardently, “Say no more.”

Because, all things considered and joking aside, he wants it with you ━ the dazed daydreamy talk of a future together and kids, friendship bracelets, and cuddles in the morning. Because you mean the world to him and more. Because you’re his best friend, and he’s so madly in love with you.

Because he wants it all with you.

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afriendlyblackhottie · 4 years ago

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Fallen

Summary: Ari regrets letting you go.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, Daddy kink, oral (f & m receiving), arguing, make up sex, missionary, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation

(A/N: this is for my brat challenge! Based on a request from @plokyu23. Lol what’s proofreading? Idk what that means. Hope you enjoy. Like, follow, reblog ✌🏾 💜)

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You were his first anyway.

So as Kimmy recounted this story about seeing a nasty message on your phone from a contact named as Daddy 💗😘🌷💗 he wasn’t surprised. You may have sat there with your jaw wide open and your eyes narrowed. Stiff as board with your what the fuck he is looking like he might implode.

The look on Jason’s face would have said it all if Ari wasn’t already aware. Until right now your friends had probably thought it was meant for him. You’d started dating shortly after anyway. It only made sense for them to assume. Too bad they were wrong.

It’d been a few months since he’d seen you. Since he fucked it all up. Got too scared of his feelings because he found himself falling to hard and to fast. Picturing himself waking up to you every morning and going to sleep with you every night. Saying I love you each time.

After his divorce the idea of being in a relationship freaked him out. To think of himself as attached to another person. Yet he found himself craving you in ways that made him feel overwhelmed.

What had started out as two friends having a drunken hook up quickly became more. Not that anyone knew that. About the fucking. Or the calling him daddy when you were alone. The way you let him tie you up, spank you, and made you cream on his dick were somehow secrets you’d managed to keep yourself.

As you got closer the question, ‘You wanna be my girlfriend?’ was on the tip of his tongue. He’d have to bite on it to keep it in. You’d be talking your head off about something with your chin against his chest and all he could do is smile and rub your back. It made him feel like the biggest fucking dork.

Then you asked if he wanted to come to this event with you that a friend was throwing. Fuck he still remembers that look in your eyes when he’s given you some bullshit excuse. You ended up spending the night side eyeing him as he flirted with this friend of friend the whole time.

It was like he couldn’t help himself from fucking it up. He was afraid of commitment and he could tell you wanted that. And didn’t think he could handle messing it up. So he did before it got too deep.

Like an idiot he regretted it, but you were obviously avoiding him. Then he’d heard you were dating Jason who was so fucking annoying he doesn’t know how you put up with it. Fucking pretentious douchebag. Ari technically wasn’t one too judge, but you could have done better.

There was something particularly grating about see him touch you. It got under his skin like a spider. Like nails on a chalkboard. No other man should be touching you. Even if it was just holding your hand. It made him want to punch a whole in the fucking wall.

Obviously he hasn’t. Though there was this sort of twitch in his hand like it was trying to tell him to go over there and snatch you away. Not like you wouldn’t like it. You loved it when he took control.

So as one of your little kinks was revealed to all your friends, you looked like all the air had been sucked out your lungs. He’d warned you about Kimmy before. That she wasn’t your friend which you were somewhat aware of, but if he’d been your man he would have made you drop her ass completely.

Then she proceeded to spill about your toys. They were stored in this pink trunk in your closet. And fuck you had a lot. He’d managed to use half of them on you. He’d never forget what your ass looked like stuffed with that diamond butt plug. Or your hands tied with your pink silk ties that you’d gotten imported from France.

He can’t believe he was that fucking stupid to let you go. Where the fuck else was he gonna find a girl that let him do half the things you did to him. Sure you struggled to take him down her throat but you damn sure had a good time trying. And he had an even better time watching you suck the life out of him as he face fucked you with his big dick. Until your face dripped with cum. Then he’d smack your ass and slam you down so he could fuck your pussy.

What other girl would just take it if he slapped your face before calling you a slut. That would let him use them as a fuck toy. Damn he missed it. Missed that tight pussy and the way you played like a brat until he put you in your place. Your spoiled ass loved that shit.

It was all off with Jason. He didn’t match you. Sure you had your little attitude problem sometimes, but there was this sweetness he’d never seen in anyone else. Maybe it’s because he knew that underneath that manicure and designer clothes, you were thinking about him fucking you so hard your mascara would streak across your face.

From there it was straight tension once Jason said it wasn’t him you’d been texting. That he didn’t do shit like that. Ari knew that already after one night when he admitted to not going down on women. No wonder you’d taken to looking all annoyed lately. Bitchiness coming out in full force. You probably hadn’t been fucked right since him.

You went back to your hotel room as your arguing got louder and louder. Since you didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of a club it just seemed right to leave once Jason started raising his voice. It took him everything to not step in.

He’d managed to book a room across the hall from you. Ari could hear Jason going off he had to walked passed your door. Stopping himself from banging it down to grab you. No one was allowed to talk to you like that. Not even him.

God he remembered the first time you’d walked by him. At this pool party. You had fucking stilettos on even though you were in your bathing suit. It was like you were looking right passed him which if he knew any better meant you’d wanted him bad.

From then it was almost like you were putting on a show. Perfecting the art of acting like he wasn’t even there until one night when he got you hook line and sinker. Taking you back to his place so he could show you who the fuck was boss.

Now you literally just ignored his presence. And it fucking killed him.

As he’d just opened up his hotel room, your door opened as well. Probably pissed that you couldn’t slam it. Dress still on from earlier. Fuck he hated it.

He didn’t think about it as he caught up with you. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, stopping you. “What the hell did he say to you?”

You furrowed your brows as your red eyes glared at him. “Let go of me.”

He ignored you, putting his hand on your cheek as he went to wipe a stray tear. Instead you jerked away. “It’s okay. What happened?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Why the fuck do you care?”

Ari should have known this was coming but it didn’t make it feel any less shitty. “You know I care.”

“Ari, just stop,” you said trying to walk away from him, only for him to pull you back.

“I just wanna talk,” he said. God he hated seeing you cry so much. He wanted to scoop you up and go back to his room so he could hold you.

You laughed. “Talk? Oh now you wanna talk after you fucking ghosted me?”

“You got with him. What was I supposed to do?”

“Talk!”

He clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. “As if you would have.”

“I wanted to. I... I’m not doing this with you.” You were trying to keep yourself from breaking down and you didn’t want to be there right now.

“C’mon, just at least go in there to calm down or yell at me or whatever!” He shrugged. He only needed five fucking minutes.

“No because now I need to go find Britt to tell her he kicked me out of the fucking room.”

Ari frowned, glancing at the door. God he wanted to punch that asshole. He understood the jealousy, but what kind of men wouldn’t be happy knowing their princess of a girlfriend was a total freak in the bed. “Stay with me,” he suggested with a shrug.

“Fine you wanna talk. Then talk.” You crossed your arms. “About why the fuck you treated me like shit!”

“I didn’t mean to!” He said. “I got scared!”

“Of what? Just because your ex wife fucked you over doesn’t mean you had any right to do it to me!”

Ari clenched his jaw as you kept going unleashing everything about him that had pissed you off. As bad as he felt you were getting out of line. If your boyfriend couldn’t straighten you out, he definitely could.

He grabbed your elbow. “I just wanted to fucking talk, but you can’t help but be a disrespectful brat. And I’m fucking tired of it,” he said all of this we be dragged you to his room.

As soon as the door was closed, he pushed you up against the wall. “Ari!” You gasped when your back hit.

“You will not talk to me like you’re fucking crazy. You hear me,” he said putting his mouth to your ear. “Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded, suddenly all wide eyed as you stared at him. Then you looked away. “You know what no. I’m tired of this shit. Everyone jerking me around like I’m a fucking toy!” Your voice cracked.

“I’m not-

“Yes you are! You fucking ghosted me after I asked you out! We’d been fucking around for seven fucking months, Ari! I did things with you because I trusted you!”

“I know! I fucking know! I fucked up!” He replied. “I was scared.”

You rolled your glazed over eyes as you sniffled. “Oh god. Scared of what? Having a heart?”

“Yes,” he answered. “I just got divorced. Of course I was scared of jumping back into another relationship.”

“So instead of using your words you flirted with her right in front of me!”

Her being the friend of a friend. Who you very much didn’t get along with.

“Did you fuck her?” You asked, raising your eyebrow, tilting your head.

He scoffed. “What?”

“Answer. Me.” You replied. “Did. You. Fuck. Her?”

“No!” He said. “Look I know I fucked up, but I wouldn’t do that to you!”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look I know I fucked up, but,” he took a deep breath, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” You asked with your lip trembling.

“Of getting hurt. Or hurting you. Fucking things up even more.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold it all in. “You d-did th-that! I’ve-,” your voice cracked again, “You fucking broke me, Ari. I tr-trusted you. I did things with you that I don’t think I could do with another person and I hate you for it.”

It was like his heart ripped out of his chest hearing that. Yeah he’d already been regretting let you go, but he’d never get this out of his head. “I know.” His eyes went all soft. He sighed before bringing his hands up to your cheeks to wipe your tears. “I’m sorry, Baby,” he whispered before kissing your nose. Not being able to help himself. “I’m so sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you and then relaxed when you melted in his arms. Your mascara stayed his shirt, but he didn’t care as he swayed you back and forth. “You hurt me so bad.”

“I know.” Even his eyes welled up. Fuck. It was kind of now or later. “I’m sorry. I just,” he breathed, “realized that I was falling for you and it freaked me out.”

“That’s stupid.”

“I know,” he repeated. “But, it’s true. I love you, Y/N.”

You swallowed. “Don’t.”

“Why not? I mean it, okay.”

“Then you can’t take it back,” you replied your chest wrecking with sobs.

He wiped more tears away. “I won’t,” he whispered before pecking your lips again. “Never again,” he said. “Okay? I love you, Baby.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to calm down as he rubbed your back. Then he pecked your lips again. Then again. And again. Until you finally kissed him back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he deepened it. Tongues meeting. Then he lifted you up making you wrap your legs around him. Hands going into his hair as one of his gripped your ass.

He didn’t even feel like making it to the bed so instead he sat down on the couch. It’d been too fucking long since he’d gotten the chance to taste you and he wanted to savor it.

His hands roamed your back making you shiver. You started doing that thing where you’d roll your hips. Tits brushing against his strong chest.

He’d started moving back. His cock pressed into your panties. You were still in your dress from earlier and your skirt had bunched up around your waist. The sound or your lips smacking together made him groan.

Your hands tugged at his shirt. Breaking apart so he could remove his t-shirt. You getting closer when you wrap arms move to his shoulders. He lays you down on the cushions. Kissing you so deep exactly what the both of you had been craving for months.

He pulls away only to go back in to kiss your neck. Wanting to mark you there as his so bad. He started sucking and biting hoping to leave one behind. You gasped as you scratched at his bare back. “Yes,” you whimpered.

He kissed your tits before raised sitting on his knees so he could hurry up and it off of you. You raised up to undo your bra then laid back down. With your tits out he brought his mouth to your nipples licking and sucking at them. Fuck he missed them. Missed biting into them. Getting them all nice and bruised.

“Missed you so much,” he whispered as he moved on down to your stomach. It felt like he was worshiping at an alter with how beautiful you looked. He pushed your panties to the side so he could flick his tongue over your clit.

You put your hands in his long hair again as you moaned. Your breath getting caught in your throat. Face screwed up as you watched him feast on your dripping wet cunt. “Ari,” you mewled.

“Did he do this to you?” He asked, slipping a finger into your wet heat.

You shook your head. “No. He wouldn’t. He didn’t eat pussy.”

“My poor girl not getting satisfied. That’s okay Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” Then he went back between your legs. Seeing this thick ass man look up at you while his tongue assaulted your pussy was making you feel feral.

“Daddy!” Finally slipped from between your lips in a gasp and he chuckled as he brought your legs up, making your body fold. “Ah!”

He didn’t let up as he put his fingers right back where they were as he went back to your clit as you felt your orgasm creeping. And he wasn’t going to stop until you came all over.

“Please,” you begged looking at him, propping yourself up by your elbows. You let out these short quick breaths. “Oh my god!” You threw your head back as it finally came out.

He drank up every drop of your wetness then pulled off of you, keeping his fingers stuffed in your hole. “That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it.” He leaned up to kiss you making you taste yourself on his tongue. “That’s my girl.”

Your lips were parted as he pressed his nose to yours. “Fuck. It’s too much,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know, but I gotta get you ready for me,” he said his breath all heavy, too. “So you can take my dick.”

The first time you fucked you’d look honestly afraid that he wouldn’t fit. Or that if he did he’d split you open. He’d done such a good job at preparing you for him, but since it’d been so long he’d have to do it all over again. You got overwhelmed then too. He didn’t stop then either.

Not like it mattered. He was still too thick for you. His cock would still stretch you open until you felt almost too full, but isn’t that why you wanted it so bad.

“Gotta make sure you understand that you’re mine.” He groaned as he brought you to another orgasm as you squeezed around his fingers. “Think you may have forgotten.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t, Daddy.” You couldn’t help it as you shifted your hips. The way he was finger fucking you was almost too much.

“I dunno, Baby. I wanna believe you, but I know how tight this little pussy is and I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.” You looked down at the way his fingers fucked you as he wrapped his hand around your neck. “Tell me I fuck you better.” There was this curl in his lip like if you didn’t answer he’d punish you.

“So much better, Daddy. He never fucked me like you did,” you confessed. “I didn’t want him to.”

“Why?”

“Because my pussy is yours,” you whined out as you gasped before letting go again. “Oh my god!” You screamed. “Fuck me!”

He finally pulled his fingers out so he could take his pants off. As his cock sprung out, you licked your lips. You forced yourself to sit up so you could reach out and grab it. You started running your hands up and down his length making him pause.

Blue eyes watching as you jerked him. He closed your eyes enjoying the feel of you working him. Chest heaving as he paced his hand on your cheek. With that you scooted down so you were kneeling in front of him.

He took a deep breath as you ran your tongue on the underside of his dick. “Fuck you’re so much bigger,” you said before taking a lick at the tip then took it into your mouth.

“Am I?” He asked getting this quirk in his eyebrow. Then used his hand to push his long hair out of his face.

You nodded as sucked him off. Trying your hardest to take him all the way even though you couldn’t. It’s okay he’d just retrain you later. He’d let it slide this time.

Besides you just looked so cute trying. Mouth still felt so good on his dick. Your fingers found their way to your clit. Moaning around him. The vibrations making his cock tingle

He wanted to cum so damn bad, but he made you pull away. Put his hand under your jaw to stop you. “Not yet, Baby,” he said. “Lay back down.”

You didn’t stop though. Just kept going. You looked like you were enjoying it so much he almost didn’t wanna end up. Except he gave you a command and you hadn’t listen.

He grabbed your hair to pull you off. You had saliva covering your face. You licked your lips before trying to go back. “What I tell you?” He asked forcing you to look at him.

Instead of arguing you did as told. Coming up to sit on the couch again before laying down like before. He finished removing himself of his clothing before getting back on top of you. This time positioning himself do his tip nudged at your entrance.

Ari place his cock against your lips. Hissing as your wetness coated the underside of his cock. He started moving his hips back and forth. Then leaned down to kiss you as he pushed in.

You let out this sharp moan and only his tip was inside of you. Your arm going above your head in a fist. Pussy trying to force him out as he inched in. “Fuck,” he swore underneath his breath. You were clenching so tight.

“Daddy, please.” You whined.

“What?” He asked.

“Fuck me,” you breathed looking up at him with these desperate eyes.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” you whimpered. “I miss it.” Falling right back into it. Just like before when you’d want him to show your pussy no mercy.

He groaned. “Yeah?”

You felt so small under him. Just with how he draped himself over you body. How giant he seemed in comparison. “I promise I can take it.”

His hips stuttered as he tried to push in. Your face all screwed up again with each thrust. God he forgot how sexy your moans sounded when you were trying to take him. “That’s my good girl,” he said. “Taking my cock.”

“Please!” You whimpered.

“Yeah, Baby?” He asked. “So damn needy because you weren’t being taken care of. That’s okay. I got you.”

“Ugh!” You mewled. “Fuck I missed you.”

He chuckled before pecking your lips. “Yeah? I missed you too.”

Noses touching, lips grazing each other’s as he finally pushed in making you groan and him grunt as he finally bottomed out. You put your hand in his long hair. Grasping the soft strands as he started moving a little faster.

“Fuck.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked into his eyes. “Oh fuck. Uh. Uh. Uhhhha. Yes.” You put your fists against his chest before rubbing your fingernails against them.

“That’s it.” He put his arm above your head the. Raised up so he could peak in between your bodies. See the way his cock went in and out of your pussy.

You were so damn wet. Especially after the way he’d made you squirt with his mouth and fingers. You were leaking all around him. As he forced himself into you.

He reached down so he could wrap his hand around your neck. With his other he raised your leg up to wrap around his waist. “Look at my pretty girl. Taking me so good.”

“Why are you being so nice?” You asked, biting your lip as you let out a little moan.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You okay?” He asked putting his hand on your chin.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You tried to catch your breath. “It’s just-“ you let out another moan. “Okay wait.”

“Okay,” he said, stopping. “You good?”

You smiled and nodded. Breathing still heavy. “I’m good. It’s just... can we be a little rougher?” You ran your hand up and down his shoulder.

“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Maybe we should take it easy for now.”

Your eyebrow furrowed. “Yeah, but it’s all I’ve been thinking about and I really, really want it bad.” You looked up at him with big eyes. “After Jason I need it hard. It’s all I think about. He didn’t know how to fuck me like you.”

Ari chuckled before pressing his lips to yours. “Damn he really wasn’t taking care of you, huh? Need me to do it.”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Need me to use this pussy?” He put his finger on your clit.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Little slut like you needs a real man, huh.” He asked with a hiss as he started moving again, but then stopped to pull out quickly. Standing up and pulling you up with him. Not even giving you a chance to register. “Needed someone to fuck you like they don’t give a fuck about you.”

Ugh it was almost scary how easily he could step into it. It’s not like he hadn’t missed it too. Making you remember who exactly you belonged to. Obviously during the time apart you hadn’t forgotten.

He pulled you into him. His strong arms wrapping around your body. One of his hands settling on your pussy. The other back around your neck. Making you turn your head so he could force you to turn your head so he could kiss you.

Your hand went to his hard dick that had been slick with your juices. Your pussy was soaking his fingers as you rubbed the pre-cum on the tip of his cock with your thumb.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he pulled away to say into your ear.

You nodded and you let go of his dick, but he kept a hold on you. Then smacked your ass before pushing you down face forward on the bed finally. Hand slapping your ass and moving south with each time his palm connected.

He stuffed his fingers inside of you. Working them in and out. Your pussy clenched around his fingers. Fucking in and out of you.

“Oh fuck me,” you whined. “Fuck me.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you? I can fuck you so hard. Not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered. “Do you promise?” You moved back against him.

His fingers making you want to fucking cum again. You leaned back putting your hand around his wrist and cry out. “That’s it. That’s a good whore.”

You gasped like such a fucking whore when you came. Dripping down his finger and onto the bed as you sobbing and leaning back over. “Oh, oh, oh! Ungh.”

Then he flipped you over, lifted your legs up above your head and as he entered you again. Not giving a fuck this time about letting you get used to it. Your eyes went all wide as that glassy look that be used to love came back. Fuck he loved knowing that you only did that for him.

“Daddy! Daddy!” You ended up gasping out. “Please holy fuck!”

He was really slamming into you with the strongest thrusts. Like he was digging deep inside of you. Trying to force you to fucking cum again.

“Why you runnin?’” He asked as you tried to move back. “This is what you wanted so why you fucking runnin?’” Then he put his hand around your neck again.

“It’s so big,” you whined.

“I fucking told you, but you wanted to be dumb and didn’t let me stretch you out. It’s too late.”

“Oh, oh fuck!” You threw your head back. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

“I hope he can hear me fuckin’ you,” he said, still slamming into your cunt. “Hear how much better I fuck you.”

With that you nodded. “You do. You fucking do!”

It honestly felt like he was deep in your guts. Just how full he was making you feel. He got more on top of you so his knees were on the bed. He grabbed your hair, tugging it as he force fucked. “You on birth control?” He asked.

You nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Good cuz I’m not pulling the fuck out,” he grunted as he let go as you squirted again. Stilling then moving his hips again so he could fuck it into you. He wasn’t even trying to get you pregnant. He just loved to see thick gobs of his cum leaking out of you.

When he stopped he laid on top of you. His head between the valley of your breasts. Both of you breathing heavy. His cock softening inside of you.

You ran your nails up and down his back absentmindedly. Making him shiver then tilt his head up to kiss your chin. “Don’t ever let me go this long without fucking this pussy ever again,” he said.

You tried to say something back, but you were still a little dazed. He finally got off of you making you whimper at the loss of him. Ari kissed your forehead as he repositioned you on the bed so you could lay on the pillow. Then climbed in beside you again so he could pull you into his arms.

“You good?” He asked kissing your forehead again.

You nodded before snuggling into him. “Yeah,” you croaked out.

“Good,” he said.

So you laid there. Head on his strong chest. Fingers swirling patterns into his stomach. While he basked in the afterglow with heavy eyes. A sense of comfort he hadn’t felt since the two of you had been apart.

“Ari,” you said.

“Mmm?” He hummed.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, but I do.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t really give you a chance,” he replied thinking about how he’d kissed you so quickly when the words left his mouth. “This isn’t going to be like last time, okay? I promise.”

“My parents are gonna be so mad,” you said with a chuckle. “They were really pulling for me and Jason.”

“Well, that’s to bad.” He shrugged. “I’m not letting you go back to that dweeb.”

You laughed. “A dweeb!”

“He is!”

“God they are so the pushing for an engagement so bad. Like they were trying to marry me off,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah? I’ll marry you instead,” he replied, tickling you.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “Yeah why not. Not like we aren’t already in Vegas. Might as well make this an even bigger cliche.”

“Wait, I mean...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ari, I’m kidding.”

“Yeah, but honestly think about it. That’s a great idea.”

You sat up. “Ari!”

“Oh, c’mon! Think about it. It would really piss him off.”

“I’m not marrying you to piss him off.” You laughed again.

He shrugged. “Fine then marry me because I love you.”

“Ari,” you said with a chuckle. “We can’t.”

“Why not? I’m serious. About you. This. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

“But, I want a big wedding.”

He grinned. “I can give you a big wedding later. No one has to know about this, besides us.”

Normally you would have told him he was just being silly. Maybe it was the amazing sex and the way he was looking at you that was making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Promise?”

“Always.”

“Well,” you started, taking a deep breath, “this is crazy, but let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Let me grab my phone so we can look up some places,” he said the. Practically shot up and then kissed you once then twice before going to his pants to grab his phone out or his pocket.

Sure it was insane, but after being apart for too long it didn’t matter. The both of you just wanted to be together. Even if it meant doing something drastic. Besides, hearing you say ‘I do’ made it all so worth it.

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A-Z NSFW Alphabet | Tōru Oikawa

Pairing: Tōru Oikawa x f!reader

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings/contents: Sex, strong language, variety of kinks, 18+

Notes: I finished the love of my life, Tōru Oikawa! You guys have no idea how much fun I had revisiting this chapter and going through all of these answers and adding new thoughts about how he would be in bed. It’s an amazing thing to sit here and think about for 2 and a half hours

In all of my NSFW posts, all of the characters are 18+! If you would like to see my growing list of other Haikyuu boys whenever I add them, you can follow {this link} to my masterlist!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s needing a lot of aftercare, too. After sex, it’s a mutual sort of thing, the two of you taking care of each other. If it was an extra messy night then the two of you would shower together, washing each others hair and playfully splashing each other with water. Afterwards you would help dress each other, though Oikawa partially just wants to pepper kisses across your shoulder as he helps you slide your shirt on. And then when the two of you get into bed, you’d curl up together and snuggle close after the sheets are changed

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Theirs: He’s Tōru Oikawa. What is there not to love about himself?

Yours: Much like with himself, Oikawa loves every single inch of you and he makes it very obvious with his nonstop praising. However, if he had to pick a favorite part of your body, he would have to say your eyes. He loves to look into them early in the morning, when you’re catching your breath after a long and passionate kiss, and when he’s fucking you, the eye contact is a crucial part of sex

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oikawa loves to cum inside of you so that he can make a lot of jokes about how you’re filled to the brim with his seed, and joking about how he’s painting your insides with his color. Cheesy jokes and creampies are two of Oikawa’s favorite things in the bedroom. Occasionally he does like to cum on your legs, watching it slide down your thighs and occasionally even getting between your legs and licking it up and then licking along your clit to put his cum along your folds and “Mix your juices” as he calls it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a very dirty minded man, so he really doesn’t keep any dirty secrets. He sort of just says whatever is on his mind at any given time. Whether he’s thinking of a new kink or he’s just being a perverted bastard, Oikawa would simply say what he wanted to do and see if you wanted to try it or not

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oikawa knows what he’s doing. He’s good at what he does, and he’s very arrogant about how good he is at what he does in the bedroom. He took time to learn the differences in your body compared to people he hooked up with in the past, but it was as if he’d already half-known your body the first time you had sex because he only had a couple little slip-ups when he found things you didn’t like. After he knew what to do and what not to do, Oikawa got even better

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Oikawa really just likes to be in charge. He likes being on top of you, or having you ride him in a situation he could easily flip the two of you over in and start pounding you down into the bed. As long as he can make you scream his name, he doesn’t necessarily care. Truth be told, one of Oikawa’s favorite positions has always been missionary. He likes to watch your face contort in pleasure and seeing your eyes roll back into your head

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Mainly he would be a damned tease, but he is also a little bit goofy. Oikawa doesn’t take sex seriously. He jokes around with you a lot, he teases a lot, he talks a lot to you, and he loves to joke around with you to make you laugh and smile during sex. He likes knowing that you’re happy with him above all else, and it gives him an ego boost when you laugh with him just as much as your nails digging into his back does

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oikawa is a very well put together person, and not to mention he is rather obsessed with himself. I think that Oikawa would shave frequently, not wanting to give himself ingrown hairs but also not wanting to have long, itchy pubic hair. Another bonus is when he’s fucking you, he can feel everything because of the lack of hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

At least twice a session in the least, Oikawa will tell you that he loves you in a more serious way than when he’s absentmindedly saying it while he pounds into you. He loves to caress your cheek and kiss your scrunched up nose while he pushes himself inside of you and lets you adjust to his size. He also loves to stare into your eyes, looking at you in a lustful and loving way. Another thing he’s always loved is holding hands with you in missionary while he fucks you

J = Jerk off (masterbation headcanon)

Without an ounce of shame, Oikawa will jerk himself off every single day if he felt the urge to. If you’re sleeping beside him and he’s hard, there’s nothing that’s stopping him from touching himself. He did it for a long time when he was single and he has no shame in doing it again

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Teasing: (Explained below)

Praising: Oikawa has always praised you so much that it’s impossible to be insecure around him. Alongside loving to praise you and make you feel as loved as he can, he loves to be praised in return. He loves it when you stroke his ego. If you don’t praise him back, he’ll pout a little bit. Oikawa calls you “Little cutie,” “Baby,” “Good girl,” “My love,” and “Mine,” though the last is growled almost possessively in your ear after he was made jealous earlier in the day and you have to admit that it makes you that much more wet around him. He speaks very sweetly to you both in the words he uses and in his tone

Light degrading: It isn’t as much as praising, but Oikawa does like to teasingly degrade you. He calls you his little “Slut” or his “Naughty girl.” Often times he adds a “My” before he calls you these things because you’re not just some slut, you’re his slut. Sometimes he can degrade you more when he gets jealous, and like Iwaizumi in his chapter, Oikawa will call you his “Little cumslut” when he’s cumming inside of you

Begging: He loves to make you beg. He’ll make you beg for him to touch you, to finally finger you instead of just gently teasing your clit with his fingers. He’ll make you beg to put his mouth on your pussy instead of just kissing and nibbling on your thighs. He’ll make you beg for him to push himself inside of you instead of slapping his cock against your pussy and asking you how badly you want it inside of you

Edging: Oikawa loves to tease, so edging you is just another way that he can tease you. He won’t do it as much as some of the other characters, because how can he say no when you beg him? He likes to curl his fingers inside of you and rub at that spot inside of you that always makes you cum, stopping just before you cum and making you nearly sob because you’re desperate to cum

Squirting: He will rub fast and hard on your clit, making you gush around his fingers and soak the bed beneath your body. He’ll chuckle at you, coaxing you to keep squirting with his touch and the sexy tone of his teasing voice as he asks you if it feels good, knowing damn well you can’t answer when he’s making you gush like this

Overstimulation: Oikawa is very into overstimulating you. He loves to make you sob in pleasure, tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes squeeze shut so tight you see stars as the man continues to move inside of you as your pussy clenches around his cock, unable to cum anymore and you can hardly even moan anymore because you’re so lost in the pleasure

Marking/biting: Especially when it comes to bite marks on your thighs, Oikawa loves to mark up your body. He’ll leave small hickey’s along your collarbone and bigger hickey’s on your breasts. He likes to look at the marks every time you have sex. He’ll press little kisses to each mark before giving you a new mark somewhere on your body, whether that be a hickey on your breasts or a bite mark on your thigh when he’s eating you out. He also likes it when you mark him back, hickey’s on his chest, bite marks on his thighs, and scratches on his back

Choking: He knows just where to grab your neck to make your head go woozy while he’s making out with you. He applies the right amount of pressure, swirling his tongue around your own and earning a moan from you because of the way his fingers squeezed gently at your throat. He mainly only chokes you while the two of you are making out, but sometimes when you’re in missionary he’ll gently choke you and kiss your throat below his hand while he rocks his hips softly against yours as you adjust to his size. Sometimes when he’s eating you out he’ll slide his hand along your body and choke you while he’s between your legs

Cockwarming: Oikawa would lay back on the bed and pat his legs, making you think that he wants you to ride him. Once you get all of him inside of you and are adjusting to his size, he would put his hands on your hips and tell you to hold still. You’d be confused at first, but his thumb would press to your clit and he would softly rub on it, making you clench around his cock and earning a moan from the man. He’d love it if you were to wear a skirt and sit on his lap beneath a blanket while the two of you watch a movie, clenching around him with every shift from either of you and occasionally letting him rub your clit to make you that much more tight around his cock. He would kiss your neck and make you more wet while the movie played, earning moans from you that in return made him more hard

Clothes: Especially if he was feeling possessive or jealous, Oikawa would love to fuck you in either one of his hoodies or a shirt of his. He would rest his head against your shoulder while he fucks you in missionary, the smell of you rubbing off on his shirt and filling his senses with both of your scents as you clench around him and help remind the man that you’re his and not someone else’s

Consensual somno (sex on a sleeping/sleepy person): Oikawa loves somno. He loves to wake you up with his face between your legs on the weekend mornings. He loves kissing your neck and hearing your soft, sleepy moans while the man rubs his fingers against your clit or gently shoves his middle finger inside of your pussy. He would love to wake up with your mouth around his cock as well

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

#1: The bedroom. It’s a classic. There’s a lot of room. It’s comfortable and he can put the pillow beneath your head while he eats you out and wrap a blanket around you when you’re feeling self-conscious of your body. He also likes the bedroom for the fact that the two of you could either go to the bathroom to shower or you could curl up in each others arms right after having sex and go straight to sleep

#2: The locker rooms at his gym. He isn’t necessarily sure why, but he’s always sort of been turned on having sex with you in a place that it was very possible you might get walked in on. While you were anxious about the idea, you still did it with him, biting down on his shoulder to keep quiet while he fucked you against the locker and made you squirt around his cock

M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

The sound of your skin slapping together has always made Oikawa’s mind run wild as things got sweaty, fast, and passionate. He also likes the sound of the headboard hitting the wall at a steady pace as he’s fucking you, mixing with your moans of his name. He loves to be close to you, feeling the way your body is squirming beneath him on the bed as your moaning starts to get weak when you’re close to cumming. I think in a way, Oikawa is attracted to the sound of his own moans as well

N = No (something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

Oikawa would let you do a lot of things to him, but there are also a lot of things that he wouldn’t do with you. It depends on what it is you’re wanting to do to him. Really not much could turn Oikawa off. He’s a pretty sexual man, and when it comes to you he’s not really turned off unless you didn’t want him that way at that time

O = Oral (preferences in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to eat you out. He loves it when you sit on his face and he can massage your ass while you’re shifting on top of him, especially if you were to lean down and suck on his cock at the same time. Otherwise he loves to massage your breasts while he sucks on your clit and looks up at your face while he’s beneath you. He also loves to wrap your legs around his shoulders while you’re laying on the bed and go to town on your pussy, holding you close to him every time you writhe and squirm and seem to pull away, he only pulls you closer, overstimulating you with his mouth

As much as he loves to eat you out, he loves to get his cock sucked. He wouldn’t make you, but he would ask you to, and if you just did it he would fall even more for you because he knows that a lot of girls don’t like to suck dicks. He loves it when you sit on his face and suck his cock because he can feel the vibrations from your moans around his shaft. He also likes it when you suck him off while he drives. He’s good at one handed driving from always holding onto your thigh or fingering you, so he will hold your hair back for you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sometimes he’ll start slower, especially if the tone set for the night was more sensual and loving or if you were needing reassurance. He would take things gentle with you if he sensed that you needed it, because as much as he loves rough sex, Oikawa is the king of gentle, loving sex. If the two of you were on a normal night, he would slowly move himself to let you adjust to his size, peppering kisses across your face and telling you that you’re taking him so well as he slowly rocks his hips against yours. And on nights he’s more jealous or possessive feeling, he just sort of preps you a lot, puts some lube on, and rams it inside of you in doggy

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oikawa loves quickies. As much as he loves to have long, passionate sex with you, there’s something about a good quickie he just can’t pass up. Whether you be at a restaurant together, before you even leave your apartment to go to dinner, in-between classes at college or his volleyball matches, etc. He likes to make you struggle to keep quiet while he’s fucking you in a public restroom, holding you up in his arms against the wall with his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet as he softly moans in your ear

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

So long as you’re willing to give the things he comes up with a shot, he would like to try some new things. Of course the second it brings you any kind of serious discomfort, he’ll stop. He checks on you a lot when you’re trying new things, not wanting you to keep quiet because you think he likes it when you hate it or it’s even causing you any pain. He notices the shifts in your moans when you go from pleasurable to uncomfortable

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Oikawa has quite a bit of stamina. Between rounds he would either slowly make out with you or he would eat you out. He can hold himself back for a surprisingly long time, but once he really needs you, he needs you. Oikawa can go about 4 rounds before he himself is too overstimulated and can’t go anymore, however he wouldn’t necessarily complain if you weren’t done and wanted to ride his cock. The two of you are usually in the bedroom for a good two and a half hours on a regular basis with all the teasing Oikawa does

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He would love, love, love to use a vibrator on you. He teases you with it, keeping it pressed to your clit while his tongue laps at your entrance and swirls around as deep as he can push it inside of you. He would hold it to your clit while he fucked you with your legs up on his shoulders, or he might make you hold it to your clit and stop moving if it slips off. He would hold it to your clit while you were riding him, though especially if he were to make you sit there on his cock and not move for a few minutes just to have the vibrator on your clit so he could feel your pussy clenching around him. He would also make you hold it to your clit while you’re in doggy, face pressed down to the bed by Oikawa and leaving you a moaning mess as you gush around his cock thanks to the added stimulation on your clit as he pounds into you. Oikawa would also like to fuck you with a dildo while he sucks and licks on your clit, edging you and bringing the vibrator up to your clit while he fucks you with the dildo so he can move to suck on your nipples or kiss you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oikawa is the king of teasing, but he doesn’t so much like it when you give him a taste of his own medicine. Oikawa would edge you for hours, making you beg him for things, making you moan his name so loudly the neighbors might hear. However, if you were to stroke his ego enough, he would do whatever the fuck you want. No begging needed if you were to look at him with pleading eyes and tell him how badly you want his fat cock inside of you before he even makes you ask for it

V = Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

He makes a lot of noise. On top of being very talkative in bed, both in the sense of dirty talk and just talking to you, he moans a lot. Your name, how it feels, whiny moans and some high loud moans that make your pussy wet, some deeper moans that come from the back of his throat and make your heart race. He always moans that he’s going to cum soon and when he’s cumming. He always calls you by lots of different nicknames, and he is not at all afraid to moan in your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He giggles between kisses. Not even only in the bedroom, but when he’s innocently kissing you on the sofa in the living room and you lick his lip or put your hand on his thigh. Or when the two of you are in the kitchen and you’re sitting on the counter with your legs around his waist and your hands in his hair. He can’t help but break a few kisses with cute little laughs either at something you do, merely the joy he feels in the moment, or because your hair tickled him. He would try and kiss you again, but you’d giggle back with him and only make him laugh more, ending up in the two of you breaking kiss after kiss with soft laughs and smiles that come back brighter each time that your lips touch

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oikawa’s dick isn’t as thick as some of the other guys, almost pretty skinny, but it’s long. His dick is about 6.9 inches long. Oikawa is a very clean man and he takes care of himself very well, all thanks to his ego, so you can know that he’s shaved and smells good down there. Oikawa is healthy, drinking lots of water and eating good foods to stay in shape, as well as very frequently working out with his team. Because of this, Oikawa’s cum is actually pretty sweet. He’s always been good with his dick, leaving you an overstimulated, panting mess in the best way possible

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Oikawa is so horny. He would never pressure you if you weren’t in the mood, but all you have to do is hint that you are and he would push you back onto the bed or push you up against the wall with no hesitation at all

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After the two of you help take care of each other and get all curled up in bed, Oikawa falls asleep pretty fast. He’s usually spooning you, a hand slid up between your breasts and your body snug against his own. He’ll press a kiss to your shoulder, whisper a soft goodnight to you, and close his eyes. Once he starts to get tired, he’s out of it, sleepily talking back to you if you couldn’t sleep, but otherwise making little to no sense aside from his whispers of how much he loves you

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Flowers on the Grave - c. 10 - JJ Maybank

Summary: Everything finally comes to a head.

A/N: So...massive thanks for following this series all the way through to the end. Seriously, means so much to me cause I was so unsure of this when I started it.

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✞ I was on the verge of breaking down when you came around ✞

The phone rang, shrill in your ear, and you felt like a weight had settled on your chest as you waited for someone to answer.

Timothy was talking about the same three things that he had overwhelmed you with at the Wreck. Getting his pilot’s license, becoming a missionary, and his strength in the Lord. When he said it you could almost feel your father’s gaze burning into you, your own strength barely a register on the scale.

He had questioned you further the night before, after he had sent everyone home you had spent nearly the entire night sitting at the kitchen table with the two of them, demanding a repentance for your sins as you tried not to tell them everything that you had done to betray them. If they knew half of it...if only there were nunneries for Baptists. Your eyes had stayed on the clock, watching minutes turn to hours and knowing that JJ was waiting for you. That you wouldn’t make it.

Now you sat in the living room, watching those same minutes tick away, an escape plan the only thing on your mind as you listened to all the voices around you mingling. All you could imagine was yourself with JJ in Charleston and you desperately wanted to be there, wished you could transport yourself there.

You excused yourself from the couch beside Timothy, walking into the kitchen under the guise of needing something to drink. In actuality you just needed the moment to breathe. Everyone in the living room seemed fixated on the impending nuptials, regardless of the fact that Timothy had yet to propose to you. It didn’t seem to bother anyone, Timothy’s mom and your’s gushing about what sort of dress you would wear and your flowers. Every second spent with them felt like you were sinking further beneath the waves, unable to get your bearings, you imagined yourself drowning in all of this.

You glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching you before sneaking out the kitchen door, pulling it closed behind you so that it didn’t make any noise. The back patio had been cleaned off and all the kids were around the front of the house, playing between the church and the front porch.

“Ace,” the familiar voice came from your left and you almost burst into tears at the sight of JJ stepping onto the patio, careful to stay out of view of the window.

“JJ...I-”

“It’s okay,” he said, cutting you off. His eyes looked bloodshot, more so than when he smoked too much and you realized that he looked like he had been crying. “It’s okay...I know your family is inside and all, I just wanted to stop by to, uh, to see you...” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“What, I don’t-”

“I understand, I swear. I knew that you might not come, that wasn’t like...I get it.” He insisted.

“No, JJ...” you shook your head. Careful not to draw attention to yourself as you slipped passed the window to meet him at the edge of the patio, you placed your hands on either side of his face, heartbreaking at the way he turned his eyes away, “my parents found your vape pen in the house. I...my dad like freaked out on me, I’ve never seen him like that. I couldn’t come to see you, I wanted to, so badly...I still want to.” You swore. “I love you.”

The words processed a little slowly, giving you the opportunity to watch JJ’s face as realisation sunk in. You hadn’t left him waiting at the Phantom because you were choosing what your family wanted, you hadn’t been able to get there. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I swear. I told you I was coming and I was. I just-”

“Hey, it’s alright, I get it.” He promised. He knew how dependent on your family you felt. How dependent they made you feel.

“Is it too late?” You asked, looking back to the screen door as if someone would walk through. The bruise on your arm was still there, stinging under the sleeve of your dress but somehow it didn’t feel as harsh as before, as much like a shackle as it had last night, “is it too late to leave?”

JJ looked surprised, “you still want to?”

“Yes. But we have to go now.” You knew there was no way you could go back inside that house.

The renewed sense of optimism that gripped JJ was not without understanding that your window oy opportunity was limited. Leave now and you still had the chance to make it to Charleston before dark, wait and there was a chance someone would step outside and see you.

“Okay.”

Your absence was becoming increasingly noticeable until finally your mother stood up, promising that she would be back in just a moment, she needed to find you first. “She has a tendency to wander off, probably playing with the children.” She explained as she walked into the kitchen, positive that she had just heard the screen door creak shut.

Stepping out onto the porch, she looked quickly around the yard, a survey of the area within the trees, looking for you by the clothesline or the church or the old swings that had been set up nearly five children ago. You weren’t there though, the yard was empty. She pushed the door open again, walking back into the kitchen and catching sight of the refrigerator. A note, scrawled on the grocery pad that was kept by the door, had been tacked to the front of the fridge along with a delicate gold cross hanging from a chain.

Mom + Dad,

Sorry, I told dad I wouldn’t marry Timmy and I meant it. Call you when I can.

Ace

Your mother screamed so loud it was a wonder that you didn’t hear it, running through the trees with JJ, your hand in his. Once the woods parted to make way for the closest drive-way you saw JJ’s dirt bike. There were plenty of times that you had almost taken him up on the offer of riding on the back of the bike with him but you always backed out at the last second, far too terrified of falling off or getting hurt. Today you hardly thought twice of it, climbing on the rungs and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You leaned forward, kissing JJ’s cheek before he kicked up the stand and took off, “I love you.”

“Love you.” JJ replied quickly before taking off, grinning at the feeling of your grip on his shoulders tightening.

The middle of the afternoon was far different from midnight and Heyward’s was open, Pope and Kiara coming out when they heard the sound of the dirt bike, as if they’d been waiting. The moment you each dismounted Kiara was pulling you into a hug, swearing that she ‘knew it’, knew you weren’t standing him up. She passed you over to Pope, who hugged you and whispered in your ear that he was glad you came, knowing without having to tell you that you understood just how much this relationship meant to JJ.

“Come on,” JJ grabbed your hand, pulling you away from them. “We gotta go.”

“You can take ten seconds to give me a hug JJ,” Kiara said, already pulling him into a hug.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, hugging her back and lifting her a little off the ground before letting her go, “we need to leave, I love you guys, I’ll see ya soon.”

“See ya man,” Pope hugged him, “call us.”

JJ was guiding you away from them again, over to where he had docked the Phantom. He had taken your duffel bag the day before and it was still sitting there under the bench along with his backpack. The last time you had been on a boat with JJ had been out on the Pogue, in the Marsh. This was a lot different, the outlet to the ocean just beyond your vision but getting closer as JJ steered the Phantom. Kiara and Pope shouted their goodbyes from the jetty and you waved, suddenly feeling like that weight that settled on your chest was gone.

“Are you freaking out?” JJ asked, catching your attention.

You got up from the bench, careful as you walked over to him. “No but I'm sure my mom is.” You replied, laughing a little when JJ wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you in front of him, putting you between him and the wheel. You turned your head, tilting back to kiss him.

A police car rushed past Kiara and Pope as they stood outside of Heyward’s, heading in the direction of the church and your house. When Shoupe pulled in, the yard was quiet. Your siblings and their families were all inside, your oldest sister trying to do damage control with Timothy’s family while your mom and dad stood outside, your mom clutching the letter and the necklace.

The cross was something that your mom had given you on your thirteenth birthday, a symbol of your devotion and love for the Lord, now it was tucked in her hand as she tried not to absolutely fall apart. Timothy’s mother was simply upset that you had seemingly skipped out on her son but your mom was dealing with the reality that you were gone and she had no idea where you would even go.

“When was the last time you saw her?” Shoupe asked, skeptical as he took down your information. You were 18, according to your parents, 18-year-olds didn’t need permission to leave home without telling anyone. So far, he was unconvinced of a crime.

“Hardly an hour ago.” Your mom replied, thrusting the note into his hand, “she left this...I know that boy she was sneaking around with put her up to it.”

“Do you know this boy’s name?” he asked, looking over the vague note you had left.

“JJ Maybank.” Your father said.

Shoupe frowned, if there was any name that immediately sparked his interest it was JJ’s. It didn’t matter whether JJ was guilty of something or not, nine times out of ten Shoupe was positive that any misconduct on the island could be traced back to JJ and his friends. “Look, usually in cases like this I would tell you that, your kid is 18, if you haven’t heard from her in 24 hours then I’ll file a missing persons. But I know that Maybank kid...I’ll talk to his friends, see if anyone knows anything. You hear from your daughter, you let me know.”

“Thank you, deputy.” Your father said, his arms around your mom as she continued to cry. You were gone and he wasn’t sure if he was angrier that you had walked out on your family’s expectations of you or that you were embarrassing them in front of a potential future husband. Either way, the thought that something they did contributed to your disappearance never occured to them.

Charleston wasn’t half-way between North Carolina and Florida. There wasn’t anything special about the place and even Pope had asked why JJ didn’t just take the Phantom down to Georgia for a stopover. JJ’s only explanation was that he knew a guy in Charleston and, technically, he did. When Luke had served an 18-month sentence for a petty misdemeanor his cellmate had been an in-the-process-of-reforming drug addict who took himself down to South Carolina to work in a program for recovering addicts. He kept in touch with JJ, making sure that Luke was treating the boy right and JJ always lied through his teeth that everything was great.

“Nothing to worry about.”

But he’d called a few weeks before with an odd favor. One that Luke’s cellmate readily agreed to, no questions asked, but a strange request all the same. “Meet me at the courthouse in Charleston.”

Now you stood outside, scuffing the toe of your converse against the pavement, JJ’s cellphone held in a vice grip against your ear. Independence didn’t exist in your family, at least not for you. You belonged to your father until you belonged to a husband and there was no other way around it. JJ was sitting on the hood of his friend’s car, talking about heading down to Flordia, watching you as you stood a few feet away, fiddling with the strings that tied the dress he’d bought you in Chapel Hill. You’d dug it out of a drawer in your mom’s room and wore it now, a small symbol of freedom.

“Hello?” Your mother’s voice came through the phone, a little grainy.

“Mom?”

Suddenly she was shouting for your father and you could practically hear her switching the phone over to speaker so he could hear you too. His footsteps were heavy in the background and when you were sure he was in earshot you spoke again, not ready to hear whatever bible verse he had earmarked for this very specific occasion.

“I just wanted you to know I’m okay, JJ and I are heading down south. We’ll be staying with a cousin of his until we can get our own place.” You told them, “but we’re safe. Kiara told me you called the police; you can tell them you made a mistake...I left on my own.”

JJ stood up, walking over to where you stood, nodding to you as if silently asking you to put the phone on speaker. You held it away from your ear and tapped the button on the screen, your father’s reprimanding voice pouring through the phone.

“Stop, stop,” your mother insisted, cutting into the conversation with the only thing you knew she cared about. “What am I supposed to tell Timothy’s parents?”

“Tell ‘em she’s already married.” JJ answered for you, winking at you when you smiled. Charleston wasn’t anything special, expect they let you get married the same day you applied for a license and you knew it was the only thing your parents would listen to. When you had told JJ he’d been more than onboard with the idea. Surprisingly okay, eager even.

“What?” Your father practically shouted through the phone. He had sat up the night, waiting for the call you promised them only for it to come through early in the afternoon the next day with this, news that you had married this kid.

“Ace-” your mom seemed like there was something more she wanted to say, something that she couldn’t say with your father hovering beside her.

“I’ll be in touch, love you.” You said, ending the call and realizing, as JJ pulled you into a hug, that you were crying. “I really hate them sometimes but I don’t...want them to hate me.”

“Trust me,” JJ reassured, “I know all about it.”

Your shoes sat abandoned on the small front lawn, socks stuffed inside as you stood a few feet away, ankles deep in a plastic kiddie pool that was slowly filling with hose water. You still had your uniform on, a short sleeved, short-hemmed, yellow waitress dress that buttoned up the front. Balanced on your hip, your arms around her, was JJ’s cousin’s daughter, his niece for the sake of simplifying things. She wore a white bathing suit with rainbow flowers all over it, a frilly skirt around the waist. Her Elmo submarine bobbed in the water as it got higher.

“Look, Daisy,” you cooed, drawing her attention to you and then pointing to the object of your interest. An older model Ford truck pulled into the driveway, JJ behind the wheel. “Whose that?”

“JJ!” Daisy clapped her hands with each syllable, thrilled at the sight of him.

The car door slammed behind him, standing there with his coverall’s tied at his waist, white wife-beater dirty from work. His cousin had gotten him the job at the autobody shop that he’d been promised and JJ was enjoying it more than he thought he would. The smile on his face when he saw you was infectious.

“Where’s Brett?” He asked, looking around the small yard of the trailer. It was nothing terribly special, a double-wide trailer that JJ’s cousin Brett had bought after his girlfriend got pregnant. Now he lent out the room that Daisy had been sleeping in to you and JJ, asking only that you pay for groceries every other week and babysit whenever need be.

“Went to meet April for lunch.” You replied, “you’re early.”

“Don’t act so excited.” He teased, getting close enough that you could kiss him, Daisy reaching out for him and calling his name again. “As soon as I change Dais,” he promised, kissing the baby’s head.

“Kiara called, asked if we’ll be up for Pope’s birthday?” You mentioned, setting Daisy down in the kiddie pool and getting out to shut off the hose. “I said yes.”

“Yeah, definitely.” He nodded, pausing at the steps as if he wasn’t quite sure what he had intended to do next, finally turning to look back at you as you kneeled down on the outside of the pool in hopes of keeping your uniform clean. “You okay with going back for a weekend?”

“Now that I’ve fallen into like, total debauchery, definitely.” You joked, “my parents probably won’t even recognize me if I don’t, you know, get stuck down by lightening just walking onto the property.”

JJ snorted, “slow your roll there Cheech, you still can’t smoke and you definitely can’t handle your liquor.”

“Go get changed so I can...Brett basically handed me Daisy, threw a shirt on and left. I didn’t even get to change.” You mentioned, pointing to the dress, “I know it’s some weird turn-on for you but I’d like to put a bathing suit on.”

“Hey, I’m happy to oblige,” he called, the screen door clambering behind him as he disappeared into the trailer.

You had tried to imagine a few times, what you would’ve been doing right now if you had stayed in the Outer Banks, if JJ had never asked you out to begin with. Probably packing for Tennessee, signing off on a life-sentence with someone who thought your greatest contribution to his life would be in how many children you could give him and how well you kept his house. Certainly not living in a trailer in a small town, saving dollars in a jar, with a future ahead of you that was as much yours to decide as JJ’s.

“Alright, get your ass in there and change.” JJ said, coming out of the trailer. He’d left the white tank on but changed into an old pair of swim shorts, climbing into the kiddie pool as if it was intended solely for him.

You stood up, brushing grass off your knees and leaning over to kiss JJ one more time, “be right back. Don’t have fun without me.”

“Oh we’re gonna have all the fun!” He called as the door shut behind you.

As you passed the mirror on the door you stopped to look at your reflection. You looked the same as you had when you left for Florida four months ago but there was something there, something so different that you couldn’t recognize yourself sometimes. A good different though, the kind that settled over you like a warm sun in the summer, the kind that blossomed up in your chest and let you know that all these decisions that led to right now had been the right ones.

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