#I both blame and thank bunny

[writingdevil]

I’ve finally read through ALL your stuff and I adore it! I love your characterisations of the voices so so much. Would it be possible to ask for more cheated/opportunist? I love the way you made cheated cling to anything that flusters oppy, I feel like he’d never stop looking for ways lmao

(YESSS I LOVE CHEATUNIST!!! You have no idea how obsessed I've become with this ship and their dynamic! I love it and I will always want more of it, because I love how heated they can both get from riling each other up. Anway, enjoy!)

"Where the fuck is he?"

Cheated couldn't believe he was saying this, but he was actually looking for Opportunist.

Cheated was honestly surprised the world wasn't imploding from this revelation.

But it was true. Cheated, over the past few weeks, had found himself spending more and more time with Opportunist, but now, all of a sudden, the slimy bird was nowhere to be seen.

Cheated had gotten so used to having him yap in his ear, finding the bird constantly throwing an arm over his shoulder and gloating over every game that he won, that his absence suddenly felt- wrong.

Cheated hadn't seen him at breakfast, no matter how long he lingered in the kitchen. He couldn't find him outside of the house at all, and when he asked, everyone said that they hadn't seen Opportunist anywhere either.

Cheated could've checked his bedroom, but he knew that that was Opportunist's one safe space, and Cheated didn't feel comfortable breaching that privacy with Opportunist.

Besides, surely Opportunist wasn't just holing up in his room. Surely he was just sneaking around, eating and wandering about when no one could see him, and not just rotting away in his room. Opportunist wouldn't do something that drastic for whatever reason, right?

...Oh, that fucking idiot.

Cheated sighed, trying to ignore the dread and worry pooling in his stomach as he ran to Opportunist's bedroom, skidding right in front of the locked door.

Cheated panted, just staring up at the door and trying to hear for any signs of life on the other side. Cheated really didn't want to cross any lines here, but he was too worried to not try.

"Oppy?" Cheated called out, and then after a few seconds of silence, he knocked on the door. "Oppy? Are you in there?"

Cheated waited with bated breath, hoping to hear anything- but when nothing was heard, Cheated sighed sharply and said, "Oppy, please let me know if you're in here. I'm starting to get really worried about you."

Cheated waited, his fear growing more and more until-

-a whine. A whine of distress.

"Oppy!" Cheated exclaimed, pressing his palms flat against the door. "Oppy, I heard that! Answer me!"

Opportunist didn't answer in that moment, but Cheated knew what he heard. Opportunist was in there.

Cheated glared at the door, then began excessively banging on it, letting the sound echo throughout the hallway until Opportunist's voice came through, "Okay, okay! Stop banging, I'm here!"

Cheated lowered his hand, frustration making it curl into a fist. "What's going on with you? Nobody's seen you all day."

There was an awkward pause, and then Opportunist sheepishly said, "I'm having a me day."

Cheated's brain froze- and then it was quickly engulfed with rage. "A fucking what?"

"A me day," Opportunist reiterated, voice growing in confidence as he said, "I have to, to be able to deal with all of your outbursts throughout the day. You know, you should try it some time- maybe some introspection might be good for you."

Cheated rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You're lying."

"I most certainly am not," Opportunist protested, voice taking on an annoyed tone now. "I value time to myself as well, you know."

"No you don't," Cheated shook his head with a smug smile, even if Opportunist couldn't see. "You hate being alone. You always need someone around to listen to your dumb yapping."

Opportunist spluttered on the other side of the door, before he said, "I don't hate-"

"Also," Cheated interrupted, ignoring Opportunist's offended noises at being cut off, "nobody's seen you all day. Have you eaten anything? Have you gotten fresh air at all?"

The silence was all the answer he needed. "You can't call that a me day," he declared, "so what's really going on here?"

Opportunist didn't say anything to that, but Cheated could hear him pacing up and down in his room. Cheated let him do that for a few seconds, and then he thumped his fist against the door. "Oppy!"

Opportunist yelped, and then there was the sound of him marching up to the door, and Cheated could hear the irritation in his voice as he hissed, "You're really annoying, you know that?"

Cheated barked out a laugh. "That's rich coming from you."

"No," Opportunist said, and Cheated never heard him speak with so much honest ire before. Usually he coated everything in either a placating tone or he complimented someone until they forgot what they were talking about. But here, Opportunist was being brutally honest.

"No, you get on my nerves so much."

Anger exploded out of Cheated's chest. "You think you don't piss me off every day?!"

"No, you don't get it," Opportunist protested. "You annoy me because you never fall for my tricks. You insist that I have a plot up my sleeve, or that everything I say is a lie. You never even give me the chance to trick you."

"Are you actually upset about me not falling for your little schemes?"

Opportunist went on as if he hadn't heard Cheated, "Instead, all we do is play games that mean nothing, but I still play them with you, just because I think you're funny when you're angry. We play and we talk and I know I can't fool you, but I still hang around you. Why? I wish I knew!"

Opportunist panted, and then Cheated flinched as Opportunist slammed his fist against the door. "Then-and then- you have the audacity to make me feel-" Opportunist cut himself off to make a disgruntled noise of frustration, "-feel flustered and nervous, because you keep poking at me and making me trip up!"

Cheated furrowed his brows in confusion. Is that what this was about? Cheated made Opportunist embarrassed?

"Oppy, what are you talking about? I don't do anything to make you act like that! If anything, you're the one who keeps messing with me!"

"Yeah, and then you turn it around, and then suddenly I can't lie or tease you, or do anything to try and get an advantage, because you can't give me anything and I can't perform around you- but I- I-"

"You what?" Cheated asked, his face warming up for some reason.

"But I can't stop thinking about you!"

Cheated's heart skipped a beat.

He heard Opportunist pant on the other side, and Cheated wanted to see the look on his face. He wanted to see how Opportunist looked right now, after spilling his guts to Cheated.

Cheated took another step towards the door, almost brushing against the wood. He heard the way Opportunist calmed down, then the way his breath hitched, as if only realising what he had just revealed.

"Oppy?" Cheated whispered- and then there was the sudden sound of Opportunist stumbling back in a panic, his feet taking him further away from Cheated, and Cheated pressed his forehead against the door, as if that would bring them closer.

"Oppy?" Cheated repeated. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Opportunist squeaked, but Cheated could hear the fear in his voice. "I am perfectly fine, as long as I stay in my room, and away from you!"

"Is that why you're not leaving your room? You're avoiding me?" Cheated tried not to let the hurt show in his voice, but he couldn't stop the pang of pain in his chest.

Opportunist was silent for a few seconds, and then he quietly said, "I can't trust myself around you."

Cheated's hand found the doorknob.

Cheated couldn't stand this- couldn't stand hearing Opportunist's voice be so small and weak, not when he was used hearing him be so loud and confident and practically brightening up a room with his nonsense.

Dammit, Cheated missed Opportunist! He missed the way Opportunist would talk to him for hours and never back down, no matter how grouchy or enraged Cheated got.

He missed the way Opportunist would look at him with a knowing twinkle in his eyes, eyes that would have Cheated's heart fluttering and mouth going dry, looking at him as if he couldn't wait to see Cheated's reaction to something.

He missed the way Opportunist would laugh- not the loud, boisterous one that was clearly fake- but the tiny giggles he would let out when Cheated said something funny, or the snort he would always try to hide, but Cheated found absolutely adorable.

In that moment he knew- Cheated was in love with Opportunist.

"Oppy, open the door," Cheated pleaded, trying to keep his voice level, but Cheated was never the calm and collected type.

"No." Oppy sounded as far away from the door as possible. "No, I don't want to see you right now."

"Say it to my fucking face then!" Cheated snarled, grip tightening on the doorknob. He was prepared to bash this shitty door down if it meant he could see Opportunist again.

"You can't come in!" Opportunist yelled. "We need to talk about this!" Cheated protested, but Opportunist just retorted with, "No, we don't! We just need to stay out of each other's way and-"

"-and what? Avoid what's going on between us forever? Is that how you wanna live?"

Opportunist was quiet for what felt like an eternity. Then, a small, weak, "Yes."

Cheated glared daggers through the door, baring his teeth at the barrier between him and Opportunist.

"I don't fucking believe you! Now open this stupid door-"

In a fit of rage, Cheated yanked on the seemingly locked door, expecting it to hold firm against him- but then it just swung open.

Cheated just about managed to stop himself from falling forward on his face, stumbling to a halt as he clutched the doorknob for dear life. He let a gasp of shock out, staring down at the ground in disbelief, before slowly lifting his head.

Opportunist was pressed against the back wall, trembling all over with wide eyes, full of confusion, shock, and fear.

Did Cheated ever actually check to see if the door was locked?

No. No, he hadn't, because he just assumed Opportunist locked it, and Cheated wanted to respect his privacy.

Their eyes locked, and Cheated could see the exact moment that Opportunist realised what he had failed to do- lock a door.

But then again, now Cheated was here with Opportunist.

Opportunist eventually got over his shock and embarrassment, even if his raised feathers said otherwise. He glared at Cheated, but it was barely a sting compared to how sad he looked to Cheated.

"Get. Out," Opportunist demanded in a dark tone, but all Cheated could focus on was the tremble and nervousness in his voice.

"I need to do something first," Cheated whispered, staring at Opportunist, at this dumb and infuriating bird that Cheated couldn't get enough of. He marched over to Opportunist.

"No!" Opportunist protested. "You need to leave-"

"Shut the fuck up, Oppy," Cheated mumbled, walking over and grabbing Oppy's face, slamming their lips together into an intense kiss that made Cheated's knees buckle.

They both let a whine of heartache out at the kiss, as if they had been missing this their entire lives. Opportunist struggled to get out of the kiss, but Cheated just shoved him against the wall, determined to do this right.

It was messy and unfocused, but Cheated couldn't deny how soft Opportunist's lips felt against his, making him slowly grow addicted for more.

He broke away first still, panting as he felt Opportunist clutch at his arms that were holding him. Opportunist's eyes were wide and dazed, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened, so unlike his usual sharp and calculated looks. Cheated liked being the one to get this reaction from him.

Cheated looked him in the eye as he spat out, "You piss me off so much." Opportunist tried and failed to give him a look of rage, still squirming against Cheated's hold. "You're always the one to poke fun at me, and you somehow know exactly what to say to make me see fucking red. You lie, you cheat, and you're completely shameless about it."

Opportunist opened his mouth to protest, but Cheated closed his eyes and brought him into another passionate kiss, sighing at how good it felt.

He could also feel Opportunist's grip become softer, and his body stopped trying to escape his embrace, instead now softly kissing back, and Cheated could swear that he heard Opportunist whine when they separated again.

Cheated panted as he looked at Opportunist's half lidded eyes, at the pure want that was growing in them.

The idiot wouldn't have lasted a full day away from Cheated.

"But despite all that," Cheated continued, his voice coming out more rough and heavy as time went on, "you refuse to leave my mind. You drive me fucking mad, because I can't stop thinking about your dumb, pretty smile, or how your voice sounds so annoying and sweet at the same time and-and-you keep coming back to me."

Opportunist looked shocked, and Cheated's face was completely on fire at this point, so he ended up glaring at Opportunist's chest, with all his incredibly soft and perfect looking feathers.

"You keep coming back to talk to me even though all I did was yell at you and call you a con artist. You just- didn't leave. You keep playing games with me and hanging around me, no matter how pissed off I got at you- and then I started to see you for who you actually were, and I suddenly never wanted you to leave."

Finally, he looked up into Opportunist's eyes, and saw nothing but pure, scared, love in them.

"So yeah, I can't stop thinking about you either, asshole," Cheated finished with a huff- and then they were kissing again.

This time, Cheated wasn't sure who pulled the other in first, or who slipped their tongue past the other's lips, but all Cheated knew was that nothing could replace this moment.

The two of them melted against each other, all tension and nerves replaced with love and passion, and Cheated's sighed as he felt Opportunist desperately clutch at his shoulders, and he just pressed Opportunist further against the wall, bringing out all sorts of cute whines and moans from him.

Cheated could get addicted to this. He wanted to get addicted to Opportunist.

Unfortunately, a lack of oxygen made them pull apart, and Cheated's not sure he's ever seen Opportunist look so frazzled and fallen apart.

He loved it. He loved Opportunist.

Cheated rested his forehead against Opportunist's, who sighed and closed his eyes for a moment of peace, letting everything that had just occurred settle within them.

Then, Cheated smirked and whispered, "Checkmate."

Opportunist gave a soft snort of fond amusement, and then pulled Cheated into another amazing kiss.

[dollyichi]

LOPPED EAR BUNNY . . . nagi seishiro x f ! reader. m—dni. 2.1k words ⋮ unprotected / pulling out / overstim but pretty vanilla / established relationship / not proofread just hit post!

after getting on all the rides you wanted to go on, you and nagi were walking hand in hand across the game booths. it took a little convincing for this date since it wasn’t necessarily both your thing, but you wanted to try something new.

you scanned the area. lots of families and couples on their dates playing the games and trying to win the prizes.

one booth already caught your eye. nagi always has his eyes on you, so he already knew what you wanted the moment you started to take slower steps and when you’ve gotten quiet.

“which one do you want?” nagi asks, looking at the rows of stuff toys in the carnival booth as he brought you both closer. there were a variety of toys, some are figurines, squishy toys, and plushies. hanged on the wall from smaller ones to the bigger ones.

the booth you were in has a simple ball toss game. you think it was probably rigged, knowing how this carnival was just a small one in your neighborhood. you think that the cups were actually glued together and on the table to prevent anyone from getting the big prize. squirting your eyes to see if there was any visible residue of glue.

too bad they underestimated your boyfriend who’d do anything to make that smile on your face bigger. “i think the bunny’s cute.” you point. he looks at it, then back at you.

“looks like you.” he says, “in a cute dress too.” and he immediately leaves your side to get a try.

“how do i win the bunny up there?” nagi says. they look at him with a smile before he goes closer, already feeling intimidated. you don’t blame them though, his head’s almost hitting the roof of the booth. “h-hi sir! that’s one of our big prizes! if you successfully knock down all three towers, we’ll let you claim it!”

he probably thinks it was rigged too.

“m’kay.” taking out his wallet to pay and the person manning the booth gives him three balls, then stands to the side. you stand back knowing nagi’s too strong without even trying too hard.

you counted in your head while he got ready. nagi’s got a tight grip on each one.

one, two, three!

each of nagi’s throws hit the cups with a bang. the booth manager’s eye twitches from the shock, visibly in a panic as he looks at each cup that has fallen on the concrete floor. you clap eagerly hugging him from the side while he claimed the plushie. it’s even bigger up close, the tips of its soft paws reaching your knees.

“thank you thank you! i love you!” he hands it over to you, leaning down with his cheek close to your face. you beamed, kissing his cheek and hugging the bunny close. “let’s get home.” you say with a sheepish smile, intertwining your hands while your arm carries the toy.

nagi smiles watching you and the bunny while its lopped ears bounced as you skipped beside him.

reaching your shared flat you immediately plop down on the bed, cuddling with the bunny he won for you. “hmph.” he says, closing the door. pushing you both to the side to get more space on the bed. “you like that bunny more than me now?” he says wrapping an arm around your waist. his chin is on your shoulder while draping his leg on yours, mimicking the way you were hugging the plushie.

you giggle, turning to him to plant a soft peck on his nose. “nuh-uh! i’m just really happy you got this for me. looked real hot doing it too.”

“yeah?” nagi says, kissing in the blade of your shoulder. “didn’t even try that hard.” he continues to leave kisses on you. moving further up each time. you flutter your eyes close, snuggling between him and the plushie.

you stay like that for a bit, sandwiched in between and you feel like you could fall asleep. the ac was so cold and the night was about to come. nagi peppering you with kisses and you figured he’s also getting sleepy.

well, you’re wrong.

nagi loves you with his whole heart but finds it hard to communicate. to him actions matter the most to let you understand. and so his mouth lingers, teasingly poking the tips of his tongue and licking you. you giggle at your boyfriend feeling ticklish.

you always end up bringing a lot of emotions to his plate that he can’t seem to handle. his love for you is always overflowing that he can’t control, and you always reciprocated perfectly when he showed you how he felt.

the strap of your dress falls down to the side. giving nagi more access to kiss you, more space to leave his marks. you whimper when you feel his hand tracing circles in your inner thigh. inching upwards and pressing on your clothed clit.

“s-sei…” he’s leaving small bites on you causing you to instinctively arch your back.

you look at him, letting go of the bunny to face him. nagi immediately sighs, tilting his head to the side. you’re so pretty to him. the pretty blush you put on is still there, your lashes fluttering that sent butterflies to his stomach. as if his body hand a mind of his own, focused on your lips, kissing you so suddenly with so much care.

it didn’t take long before it got messy. gasping in his mouth while he’s sucking on your bottom lip. his tongue moving against yours and suddenly you’re so weak you eyes flutter. he’s already bunching up your dress, sitting up slightly and you chased his lips. trying to continue the kiss that had strings of spit when he moves his head to kiss your deeper.

moving your hips so you could feel some type of friction from his thumb resting on your panties.

nagi pulls away so he could take off his shirt, wiping the mess on your lips. you didn’t know what he was thinking, grabbing the bunny and having you hug it. “don’t want this bunny covered in spit right?”

you rest your head on the plushie’s soft chest and wait for him.

nagi felt shivers down his spine at the visual alone. he couldn’t help but grin. you with teary eyes, lips puffy with your crumpled dress to top it off. “damn pretty.” he mumbles, moving your skirt up to remove your panties.

you could feel how sticky it was from how slow he removed it. “h-hahh so wet just from that?” he brings your panties closer to his face, and he’s already towering over you. letting you see the damp part on your cotton panties. you scrunch your nose, eyebrows crossed as you grow impatient. “don’t take too long…” you say, trying to reach for him with one hand.

you think it’s cute that nagi’s riled up. it wasn’t always like this but today was particularly a good day. he wanted to spoil you extra today for how cute you were. recalling how excited you were the other to invite him on this date. chirping about how it’d be a nice thing to try every once in a while.

he takes your wrist and places your hand on the back of his neck. he’s so big he’s towering over both you and the plush.

nagi’s lips are on yours again, pushing up the skirt of your dress. feeling his fingers slide along your folds. you gasp out when he starts palming your clit. swift circular motions as his fingers teased your hole. you’re so wet his fingertips are already itching to get in.

they enter swiftly, stretching you out and you’re pulling him closer. you’re gasping against his tongue—you knew you were close. “d-don’t want.” was what you managed to say. nagi’s fingers stills inside you.

“don’t want what?” his voice is so teasing, it only make you whine. but he already knew what you wanted. unbuttoning his jeans and sliding off along his boxers. cock springing out with his pretty pink tip already leaking with pre.

you bite your lip when he lines his cock along your entrance. dragging it along your cunt. “ready baby?”

he slowly enters, even just the tip was sending you over the edge. “hah… fuck…” nagi’s breathing heavily when he feels you clenching on him. “fucking tight.” he mutters.

“wait wait something’s- something’s-“ you’re pushing him away but you didn’t have the strength. “s-sei- i-i can’t! wait!” you’re a stuttering moaning mess the moment he bottoms out.

you’re so wet you could hear your cunt gushing around his cock. and you’re no longer sure what’s going on. nagi coos at you for a moment before moving. not too fast, not too slow. so consistent with his thrusts he’s fucking you through your orgasm so well.

you’re so sensitive it hurt so bad. everything felt hot. squirming and twitching under him when you’re feeling everything too much from your high.

“you love me that much that you came from me putting it in?” he takes your thighs and places them on his waist. fastening the pace. you’re practically squeezing the plushie, burying your face onto it while he fucked you.

you’re whining out his name and he couldn’t pay too much attention on what you’re trying to say. words always broken and cut off by your own moans, so unintelligible but he already knew how much you’re enjoying it from your pussy tightening on him.

you feel him getting harder inside you, twitching against your walls. that’s all because you’re so cute holding onto his gift just for you. taking his cock like such a good girl and repaying him for his ‘hard work.’

“hug her tightly for me baby.”

the room is filled with the sounds of your thighs hitting against each other and creams from the bed. every whine of yours is followed by his grunts. he’s on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. fucking you so good you started to reach for him with one of your hands.

he moves down to plant a kiss on your lips. your hand is on the back of neck, putting your foreheads together.

his eyes are on his cock fucking your pussy. with blurry eyes you look to where he was, seeing how you both connect is sending you over the edge again.

“one more for me, cum on me.” your moans build up—pitch getting higher and higher while you bucked your hips.

always so eager to let him fuck you, moves moving like you’re hopping just like a bunny.

you’re still cumming, calling him each time until you finally felt that sweet release. “bit more…” he says, chasing his own high before pulling out. jerking himself off and letting the strings of his cum fall on your tummy.

you lick your lips before clicking your tongue. one of your hands collecting his seed on your tummy before licking it off your finger tips. looking directly at him when you do.

nagi gulps, squinting his eyes with short heavy breaths. trying not to get hard again but he knew he’s already twitching just from seeing that.

got him already thinking of another round but he knew you were so tired from today. ended up deciding that you both needed a nap first.

you both pant, trying to catch your breaths. nagi plops to your side, the bed creaking slightly from the impact.

he wouldn’t rest just yet, “have to clean you up…” reaching for the tissues on the bed side table to wipe you up. making sure you weren’t sticky anymore.

you finally let go of the plush, setting it to the side and snuggled up to your boyfriend. but he stands up to grab the plushie, taking a double look to make sure it was all clean for you, and then places it on your chair. “sorry but i want you to myself now.” he says while puffing his cheeks. you give him a gummy smile, not having the energy to laugh.

he lays back down to cuddle you. and you’re planting kisses all over his face.

you didn’t even realize that you fell asleep. waking up and you’re still wrapped in his arms. he’s sleeping so soundly with only his boxers on. you chuckle when you hear him snoring softly.

you saw he changed your clothes for you to be more comfy. it made your heart skip a beat, melting further into his warmth.

“i love you seishiro.” you whisper, before drifting back to sleep. not knowing he was half-awake, and heard you. giving you a small kiss and bringing you closer. he chuckles to himself when he looks at your face, nose twitching in your sleep.

“like a bunny.”

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note : i love him so much i want to fuck him while he’s in a rilakkuma hoodie

[littlelamy]

rafe x kook!sweetheart!reader ; the one where rafe meets your parents

a/n: inspired by this !reader

“i love you, rafey,” you say, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him. "you look very handsome. my parents are going to love you." that's a total lie, but you're not going to get in an argument before he meets your parents. 

"stop lying, your parents hate me," rafe says, rolling his eyes. he's not lying, after your dad found out that you were in a relationship with the kook prince, who is also known for his drinking, drugs, and his many parties, he was furious to say the least. "your dad better not piss me off because i'm not in the mood," rafe says looking in the mirror checking himself out. “but you do look sexy, baby. we might need to stay here and have a little fun," rafe pulls you in, lowering his hand down your back before grabbing your butt and licking his lips (in a very attractive way).

"baby stop we have to get going," you moan as rafe kisses all over your neck. "my parents are expecting us at 4 and it's already 4:30."

"don't blame me," rafe says with a final kiss and a playful smack on your butt. "you're the one who wanted to shower together." as he finishes adjusting his suit, rafe grabs his keys and takes your hand, gently guiding you toward the door. "come on princess, before i rip your clothes off and spend the night up in that movie room."

giggling, you follow rafe to his car. he gives you a playful pinch on the hip as he opens the door for you, then quickly shuts it before hurrying around to the other side. the drive is brief, considering he’s practically your neighbor.

as you arrive, your housekeeper, maid, and butler are all outside, awaiting your arrival. "hello, miss y/n and mr. cameron. mr and mrs. are waiting for you inside," your butler says, opening your car door and offering his hand, which you graciously take with a quick 'thank you.' despite coming from a wealthy background, rafe had never fully experienced life with so many staff members working within a household.

"come on, rafe," you say, pulling his clammy hands. though he'd never admit it, rafe was definitely nervous. your dad was far more powerful than ward ever was. "my dad will try to intimidate you, but remember, his princess always gets what she wants. and what I want is you."

grateful for your words, rafe kisses the side of your head, murmuring a soft 'thank you, bunny.' as you step into the grand foyer, your pomeranian rushes to greet you, pawing at you excitedly until she spots rafe and starts pressing her paws against him. rafe, not one for animals, picks her up and hands her off to the butler.

not a second later, your parents come around the corner. your mom is smiling, but your dad wears a scowl as he fixes his gaze on rafe.

"yay, my princess is home!" your mom exclaims, rushing toward you as her Givenchy dress glides across the floor. rafe watches in awe as your mom embraces you, realizing where you get your beauty from. she’s every bit the goddess you are, with a shared love for luxury. both of you indulge in the finest clothes, regular pedicures and manicures, spontaneous blowouts, sensual pefumes, and rigorous workout routines. yet, despite your lavish lifestyle, you both have countless acts of charity under your belts—whether it's volunteering at soup kitchens or distributing food around the Cut, you do it together, and enjoy it.

"daddy, i missed you," you say, releasing your mom and running to your dad, who already has his arms open wide. rafe does a double take, thinking you were talking to him, until he realizes you’re addressing your actual dad. "here’s the love of my life, rafe cameron," you say, letting go of your dad after a few seconds and pulling rafe toward your parents.

"it’s so nice to meet you both," rafe says, deepening his voice and firming his grip as he reaches out to shake hands. "y/n speaks so highly of you two, I feel like I already know you." your mom, ever the sweet soul, smiles warmly, slapping his hands aside and pulling him into a hug. "it’s nice to meet you too," she says. rafe had never experienced a mother’s embrace like this. he sighs in relief, savoring the moment before turning to shake hands with your father.

for a moment, your dad looks sternly at rafe, but then he glances at your sweet smile before turning back to rafe. a smile breaks across his face. "welcome to the family, son," your dad chuckles. "i’m not a fan of you or your reputation, but you make my daughter happy, that’s what matters most to me." rafe exhales in relief, shaking your dad’s extended hand.

you glance at rafe's smile and then at your parents, feeling your heart warm at the affection they’re showing each other. in that moment, you know deep down—he is the one.

later in the night, you all sit down for dinner. before the meal, your mom teases you with childhood photos, while your dad gives rafe a lecture about some lacrosse match. after dinner, despite your protests, your parents insisted that rafe stay, which made rafe and you have a very fun sleepover. ;)

[no-144444]

protection- g.russell

summary: the fight with max reaches a boiling point

pairing: george russell x fem! reader

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You knew why Max came for you. It was understandable, he wanted to hurt George, say something outrageous about you to get the media’s attention. You did not expect George to slam back so hard. Literally. He hit him. 

And no one really blamed him, mostly because Max was asking for it. Calling you a ‘paddock bunny’ when you were one of the only WAGs with a regular job was just ridiculous, and sadly, George couldn’t just let it go. 

You both sat in the hotel room after the whirlwind of a day it had been. You sat at the edge of the bed, staring down at your shoes as you toed them off, George standing in the doorway, watching you. He was trying to gauge your reaction. He knew you, better than anyone. He knew you liked things being private, that’s why you two didn’t tell the world you were dating until you were 2 years in. He knew you could be embarrassed, ashamed, or even angry with him, but he knew he had to speak to you. 

“Blimey,” he muttered, pulling his shirt off, getting into some pyjamas. 

You let out an exasperated chuckle. “Yeah,” you nodded, getting up and going into the bathroom, taking off your makeup. George sat on the edge of the bed, considering ways to talk to you about it, wondering what you’d say, and ultimately just catastrophizing the situation. You came back from the bathroom in your pyjamas and stood between his legs, gently playing with his hair as he fiddled with the strings of your trousers. 

You gently placed a hand on his cheek, making him look at you. You were smiling, it was barely there, but George knew that look. It was the kind of look you gave him when you wanted him to know that you weren’t mad. He felt that weight roll off him and pressed his head to your stomach, a dazed smile on his face. You hand went into his hair and softly played with the curls there. Not many people could read you as well as he could. You were a shy, introverted, kind woman, whom he’d met at a Mercedes Christmas party in his first year there. It took ages for you to finally open up to him, and then it took longer for him to finally ask you out. 

“I’m not mad,” you spoke. “Thank you for doing what you did today.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He looked back up at you, you were smiling, a real smile. “Protecting my honour and all that,” you shrugged. “It was nice of you.”

“Even though I punched someone?” he questioned. 

“Even though you punched someone,” you nodded. “You and Max will figure it out, don’t worry.”

He shook his head. “What a dick.”

You nodded. “Exactly, so don’t give any more time to him, just sort it out between the two of you.”

“I doubt this will be sorted out with just a conversation. He’s fucking mental,” George gro

“Well you better, me and Kelly are friends, I want to keep it that way,” you reminded him and he scoffed. You chuckled. “You’ll be fine. Today was just…”

“Shit?” he offered. 

“Shit,” you agreed. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, lying you on top of him as he lay back. “Then let’s forget all about it and sleep,” he decided. 

“Good idea,” you smiled, burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

He knew tomorrow would be another onslaught of media questions and dogs from Max, but once he had you, he didn’t care all that much.

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Hii, can i request the LADs boys reacting to mc avoiding them after they kissed for the first time?? Thank youu

First Kiss

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

The first kiss with Xavier was featherlight and gentle, imbued with a tenderness that was unmistakable. You could see through his body language how his tensed shoulders eased the moment your lips touched; his hand intertwined with yours while the other cupped your cheek with delicate care. He was cautious, ensuring he didn’t surprise you or cause any discomfort.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind it. As he pulled away, those tender eyes gazed at you with a softness that made your heart flutter, the corner of his lips curving into a small, endearing smile. Overwhelmed by the intimacy, you felt a rush of embarrassment and flusteredness, instinctively turning away to excuse yourself. Your heart raced wildly, threatening to burst from your chest.

Xavier stood there, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He processed the situation, momentarily worrying that he had done something wrong to provoke such a reaction, unaware that your response was born from sheer flustered-ness.

You didn’t avoid him outright, but whenever you spoke, you averted your gaze, the memory of his lips lingering each time you met his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice tinged with guilt. He felt he might have made you uncomfortable, and though he cherished that first kiss, he was ready to restrain himself if it meant ensuring your comfort. His expression was akin to a bunny with drooping ears, vulnerable and earnest.

Xavier’s tendency to blame himself led to numerous apologies, but as you explained your side, his eyes gradually lit up. Hearing you admit that it was embarrassment and not discomfort that fueled your reaction, his imaginary bunny ears perked up.

He didn’t mind your initial avoidance, and knowing your true feelings now, a genuine smile spread across his face. The fact that he could elicit such a flustered reaction from you made him quietly elated.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne’s kiss was surprisingly intense, a stark contrast to his usual cold exterior. Many assumed his gestures would be distant and minimal, but his kiss was the complete opposite. His hand gently supported the back of your head while the other cupped your cheek, his lips pressing against yours with a passion that was almost overwhelming. His kiss was full of emotion, conveying a depth of feeling that his reserved demeanor often hid.

You were utterly flustered, even more so when he pulled away and his eyes softened, examining your dazed expression. Everything went blank in your mind, the intensity of your emotions making it hard to process anything.

For hours, you were lost in that moment. Even when he tried to speak to you, waving his hand, you barely responded, leaving him to think you were deliberately ignoring him.

“Y/n, are you angry?” he asked, his direct gaze snapping you out of your trance momentarily.

“W-What? N-No,” you stammered, trying to gather your thoughts. He remained silent, staring at you with an expectant look, prompting you to confess your feelings.

You explained that it was a pleasant but overwhelming feeling, not something you could immediately process. His expression softened, and you swore you saw the corner of his lips curve into a rare, fond smile, making you blush even more.

“Next time,” he began, “let me know.” His tone was calm, but his words carried a gentle insistence. He wanted you to communicate better for the sake of both of you.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Despite his bratty nature, Rafayel’s kiss was calculated and surprisingly tender. It was both of your first kiss, yet it felt like he instinctively knew what to do. You expected his gestures to be limited to holding hands, but his kiss was a revelation. He seemed to hold himself back, his longing and devotion palpable in the way he kissed you. It felt like he was pouring his heart into that kiss, desperate yet controlled, as if he was trying not to overwhelm you.

The rush of emotions took you by surprise. Your wide eyes, cheeks tinged with a pink blush, and racing heart betrayed your astonishment. As he pulled back, Rafayel scanned your expression, frowning slightly, unsure of your reaction.

“…What?” he asked, his confusion evident.

“…I…” You trailed off, struggling to form coherent words. Rafayel’s brows knitted in curiosity and confusion.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like that,” he said, his signature annoyed expression appearing as he crossed his arms.

“What? No! I did!” you quickly reassured him, knowing how dramatic Rafayel could be.

He turned away with a huff, unconvinced by your words. In the end, it was you who needed to explain your reaction. Before you could avoid him, Rafayel would confront you, demanding clarity.

Despite his bratty demeanor, which you found endearing, Rafayel took full advantage of your reactions, using them to his benefit. His charm lay in his ability to be both frustrating and utterly captivating.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sharing your first kiss with Sylus was an intense, straightforward gesture. Once he had your consent, he held nothing back. He intertwined his fingers with yours, making you feel his dominance as he crashed his lips against yours. His kiss was deep and demanding, his grip on your hand tightening as he leaned in further. It was rough and aggressive, leaving you breathless and taken aback.

When he finally pulled away, his grip on you loosened slightly. You excused yourself quickly, feeling the embarrassment and the pounding of your heart. The encounter left you flustered and speechless.

For hours, you avoided him, feeling awkward whenever you crossed paths in the manor. You gave him no explanation, leaving him puzzled and annoyed.

Eventually, he cornered you, pulling you close so your chest pressed against his. His towering figure and intense gaze made you even more flustered.

“I don’t appreciate being ignored, sweetie,” he said, his tone slightly annoyed. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “If you didn’t like it, you can simply tell me.”

The close proximity made you stammer, but you managed to explain your reaction despite your stuttering. His frown slowly eased, replaced by a smirk as he realized the effect his kiss had on you.

“I should increase that effect then,” he concluded, his gaze narrowing in amusement.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~ 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡!

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don't you want me?

soobin x fem!reader

synopsis: don't you want your boyfriend?

warnings: 🔞!!! this is just smut no plot lol, some nipple play, soobin calls reader bunny, no protection, creampie, fingering, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.9k

an: thank you so much saturn for requesting! I hope you like this one sorry it’s short ;-; <3333

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had only been a day since the last time you had seen him, snuggled up in his bed after he had tired himself out with using you. It wasn't uncommon for him to go round after round, at least not with you. No partner had ever made him feel this needy, always hard even after one go. His whiny pleas to keep going mixed with his scrunched brow always worked to get you to agree. He was always so good at begging. 

You had planned a study date, your bag weighing down your shoulder as you knocked on his door. Sometimes you even got some studying done, only it was usually when you were in public and not plagued by the thought of his bedroom only being a foot away. Because you were also to blame for always getting him started, purposefully wearing things he couldn't keep his eyes off of, and brushing his thigh every other time you had the chance to. 

Now was no different, although it wasn't intentional, you really did think you would get some kind of studying done.Dressed down in your pajamas, oversized shirt covering your shorts enough to give soobin the illusion that you had none on in the first place. He pulls your bag from you, having enough control to place it down on the coffee table before tugging you down with him onto the couch. 

“You didn't even say hi!” you're giggling, his kisses peppering down your neck, hips pushing you into the sofa, hands pushing up your shirt. 

“Hi, hello, I'm sorry, I just missed you,” he's not even trying to hide the fact he's already hard, that he's been hard just thinking about you coming over. 

“We both have exams tomorrow,” you try to remind him, fingers brushing through his hair as his lips are finding half-faded marks he's sucked onto your skin only the day before. “We should really study,” 

“Don't you want me?” he asks, nose bumping your ear, hand sliding down the outside of your thigh. “because all I could think about was the way you felt under me,” he hooks his hand under your knee pulling your leg enough so that he can sink his hips closer to yours. “how am I supposed to pay attention to anything other than you?” 

All you can respond with is a moan when he presses his bulge against you, dragging his hips to put pressure right on your clothed clit. “please bunny, please,” 

You didn't need much begging to get stripped, even less begging when you finally felt him slip into you. His whining gasps fanning over your skin, one hand keeps him up and the other squeezes your breast, thumb running over your peaked nipple. “Look at your perfect tits, all for me,” 

He's trying to hold back, to draw out the pleasure as long as he can but it's impossible when buried in you. Warm walls sucking him in, begging for him to just pound into you, push you into the sofa, and just take over without any thoughts on his mind. He wants to, just thinking about it makes him whimper, “Tell me you missed me, didn't you miss me?” 

“Yes-” you gasp, arms wrapped around his neck, the heels of your feet digging into his ass pushing him closer to you. “I missed you so much,” 

“I missed your perfect pussy, bunny, always so ready and wet for me,” all of his rambling broken up by throaty moans, “I can't stop thinking about you, filling you up,” 

His rhythmic thrusts press so deep inside you, leaving you speechless with every drag. But he's not paying attention to getting you off just yet, his body disconnecting from his mind as he beats his hips against yours. He feels his orgasm building and knows any second he will cum. Enough to make it so easy to keep going, stuffing it all right back in, just thinking about it has him whimpering in your ear. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” you ask, his body falling closer to you, always wanting to be pressed as close as he can get when he cums.

He’s nodding into your neck, breathy whines mixing with his answer. “Yes, oh god- please,” every sloppy thrust followed by his little ah-ah’s. “You feel so good, I’m-” he feels his balls draw up, his hips stuttering to a stop as he lets out streams of cum into your waiting cunt, cock pulsing as he moans into your neck. It isn't until he pulls out and catches his breath that he realizes that you didn't finish, too caught up in chasing his own high. 

“I'm so sorry bunny, let me take care of you as good as you take care of me,” 

He gave you no time to realize the switch, his long fingers shoving into your sensitive entrance, pushing back in all his cum as he pumps in time with his previous thrusts. He uses his other hand to fiercely rub at your clit. The stimulation makes your back arch, hands scratching at the fabric of the couch. “Look at my pretty bunny,” he coos, the squelching sounds from all your slick mixing with your moans. “Are you going to cum for me?” he asks, using your own words on you. 

“Yes- yes-” It's almost too much for you, his fingers not stopping even as you cum. You're a mess of stammering words and faltering breaths, trying to find yourself as your knees try to close in around him. 

Just watching you fall apart is enough to get him semi-hard again, ready for another round. He slathers his wet fingers over your entrance, keeping as much wetness as possible from sliding out. “Just one more please-” 

“Soobin our exams-” 

“Please, I'll be quick, don't you want me?” 

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bucky and the bunny | bucky barnes smut

you’re the youngest avenger. a bratty girly girl with an obsession for pink and shopping. and bucky likes to tease you for it.

warnings ; smut minors dni, reader is afab, age gap, dom!bucky, degrading and praise p in v, oral (both receiving), bucky is called sir, slight enemies to lovers,

“thank you!” you smile all white teeth and pink gloss at the cab driver as he hands over your bags and you spin to make your way to the tower. you notice bucky approaching and wish in that moment it was anybody else.

you and bucky weren’t enemies but you weren’t friends either. you initially blamed it on the man’s reserved personality assuming he was quiet with everyone. the most he’d ever said to you were fleeting comments but he did often enjoy teasing you for your girly interests and you’d had a really nice day shopping with some old friends and you could really do without his criticism of your spending ruining it.

“what the hell is all this?” he asks as he sees you approaching the door to the tower and you shrug, hands filled with various shopping bags.

“stuff.” you say it like its obvious and his brows knit together before he scoffs, reaching for the door and allowing you to enter whilst he trails behind you.

his eyes follow your frame, curled hair teased up with a pink clip in the back. tiny baby pink dress that he was sure wouldn’t be legal back in his day and a white cardigan over top. not to mention the smell of your perfume that followed you and drifted right into his nostrils.

“what stuff?” his metal finger presses the elevator button and you roll your eyes, settling the bags at your heeled feet.

“clothes..makeup just stuff.” you follow it with a shrug again and he wants to keep pressing but instead grabs the bags for you and you follow him into the elevator. “thank you.”

as you hit the button he notices your short french nails and snorts. “you get told off for the claws?” his head nods in the direction. your eyes roll again and he finds amusement in it.

“how’d you know?” there’s a pout lingering on your lips at the idea everyone was talking about you behind your back. especially for something like that. you already felt way out of place-your pink clothes, curled hair and makeup applied to perfection before training sessions in a morning.

youd always loved the stereotypical girly things and you knew it wasn’t exactly the norm for an avenger but at the end of the day you were a girl in her early 20s and you were willing to help save the day when needed but you weren’t going to lose your own interests for it.

“yelena said you stole some of her skin with one during a spar last week.” his explanation does nothing to soothe your worry and a frown takes over your face as the doors close and you begin ascending.

“it was a total accident! was everyone mad at me?” your defence is sweet and he almost feels bad for mentioning it. he knew you were sensitive. which was surprising for how angry you could get sometimes. your reminded him of a bunny, huffing from your twitching nose and stamping your feet when you’re mad.

“no i noticed her hello kitty bandaid and asked about it.” it’s his turn to shrug and you nod, your hands clenching together awkwardly as you examine all the bags in his hands.

“i probably bought too much.” you murmur and his face twitches into a confused one.

“i saw you come in last week with double this.”

“yeah, exactly.” your eyes roll again and he tuts.

“you know doll, the shopping isn’t the problem.” he tells you and your eyes flit to him. “it’s your attitude.”

“excuse me?” the elevator dings and he walks out, you following close behind. he can almost imagine your angry expression as he listens to the bracelets on your wrist jingle as you storm after him.

“do you want these in your bedroom or your dressing room?” completely ignoring you as you stop, hands crossing over your chest. “hm?”

he barely looks over his shoulder at you and youre tempted to stomp your foot and demand he explains what he means by ‘attitude’ but the irony isn’t lost on you so you storm over and take your bags from him.

“i think i can take them from here, thank you.” he chuckles at your emphasis on the last two words but you ignore it and disappear with the clacks of your heels into your dressing room with a mental huff.

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after a few hours you emerge from your bedroom and make your way to the kitchen. bucky is already there nursing a glass of something.

“ah the princess is away from her tower.” he smiles at you from behind the breakfast bar and you hold back the urge to roll your eyes, taking a seat at it.

“sorry i like to have alone time.” you defend in a murmured whisper and before he can respond you’re asking “where is everyone?”

“out.” he runs a hand through his hair and you stare at him. he’s wearing his usual ‘off duty’ uniform of jeans and a black shirt that tugs at his biceps every time he moves them. you quickly look away and admire the view from the large window. it’s already dark. “are you here to make a tea?”

“uh yes.” you mutter out confused. sure it was routine for you to have one around this time but you didn’t know everyone knew about it. he spins on his heels grabbing the bag and dropping it into your rose patterned tea cup.

you watched his movements as he began boiling water before sipping from his own glass and looking over at you. “what?”

“do you think i’m weird?” you blurt out and he stares back at you confused. “i mean-like do you think i don’t fit in here?”your arms gesture around you and he chuckles.

“i think your pink sticks out like a sore thumb but everyone here really likes you.”

“is that why you don’t like me? you wish i wasn’t so pink?” your voice doesn’t sound sad as you ask him, genuinely curious and eyebrows furrowed together.

“what?” his eyes stare directly at you and you fight the urge to look away. you don’t want to back down from him. “i mean i don’t not like you?”

“cmon bucky.” you sigh and he keeps his gaze on you. “you’ve been weird with me since the day we met. im not even mad im just curious.”

your explanation causes his mind to whirl. was he weird with you? he knew he wasn’t exactly inviting you to be his best friend but he wasn’t to anybody else either. and you were over 100 years younger than him. and way too hot for your own good. or his own.

the minute he saw you he knew it’d be a slippery slope for him. your wide smile as you told him your name after he’d untied you and everyone had explained everything about ‘bob’ to him. there you were trying to to befriend him whilst the group was making up a plan. too sweet and too welcoming. he needed to keep to himself when it came to you.

“you don’t think it’d be weird if i tried to be your friend?” he asks and you suddenly feel under pressure, his gaze feeling heavy over you.

“no, we’re a team now.” you explain and he nods. “everyone else is fine with me. it’s just you with the problem.”

he rounds the breakfast bar and makes his way over to you. “i don’t have a problem doll.”

“you said my attitude was a problem.” you defend back and he laughs lowly.

“that’s your problem, not mine.” his voice is barely above a whisper and you feel your face heat up, trapped between him and the counter as you stand up.

“whatever bucky.” you murmur and he runs a hand along his jaw.

“you know when i was younger -“

“500 years ago?” you look up at him expectantly and he breathes a laugh in return.

“close.” you eye him for him to continue. “girls like you didn’t even exist.”

“what do you mean?” your eyes stare up at him and he smirks. his fingers find the hem of your way too short skirt and skim your upper thigh as he snorts a laugh at your shocked expression, dropping his hand back to his side.

“clothes were different.” he shrugs and you look down at your outfit.

“yeah it was illegal to show ankle back then, right?” you fire back and he smiles down at you.

“there’s that attitude again, bunny.” it sounds like a warning and you almost don’t register the new name he’s got for you.

“bunny?”

“hm?” he raises an eyebrow and look back at him questioning. “fits, don’t you think?”

“you’re being annoying.” you tell him, standing up to round him and finish your tea.

“i thought you wanted to be my friend?” he asks amusedly as he watches you.

“i don’t hear you calling anyone else bunny.” you stop spinning around to face him as he stands opposite you.

“no one else quite fits it like you.” he stands up from his seat at the same time the elevator dings and everyone walks in and steals your attention. you give him another look as he makes his way out of the room and he looks back, sending a wink your way and leaving you utterly confused.

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the next morning as you got ready for training you couldn’t get your conversation with bucky out of your mind. or just bucky in general. something about him finally saying more than 5 words a day to you really introduced something you weren’t ready for. you wanted bucky barnes to bend you over your dresser and make fun of you for your stupid pink clothes and shopping habit. which was absolutely crazy and you needed to put that to rest.

you planned to speak to him before training started and arrived 10 minutes early,dressed in your pink sweats with a matching jacket. you made your way straight over to bucky who was leaning on the wall outside of the gym but as his eyes lifted and he saw you you felt another person approaching.

“you’re ditching me for bucky?” yelena asks and before you can disagree he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“she wanted someone who could actually challenge her.” he tells her and you wave him off. you go to open your mouth but he begins his way into the room. “cmon don’t wanna be late.” you huff and follow him inside muttering an apology to yelena.

“what the heck?” you ask bucky as the door clicks behind you and he pulls the hoodie from his body exposing the black compression shirt that lifted a little exposing a slither of his lower abs. god.

“what? you came over to me.” he brushes you off. “ready?”

“i just wanted to ask you something. i like pairing with yelena because she lets us talk and go slow-!” you’re cut off with a jab thrown to you that you just barely miss. “bucky!”

“what? i’m not yelena and you’re not gonna learn to defend yourself whilst gossiping about shoes and boys.”

“i don’t think she’s interested in my shoes and we don’t talk about boys.” you throw a jab at him as he sighs but he’s quick to grab onto your wrist with his mechanic hand cool on your skin.

he smirks at the your reaction. “well bunny, whatever she does is clearly not good enough.” your free hand punches against his stomach and you expect him to react but of course he takes it like it was nothing. still holding onto your hand he drags you closer. “try harder.” his breath is hot against your ear as he all but whispers the words. heat rises up your spine and you push him away from you without a second thought.

“did i bring my water in here?” you ask and he stares at you dumbfounded. his hands move to his hips and he looks around before shaking his head but you don’t hear anything he says because you’re too busy gawking at his broad chest and bulging biceps in his signature black shirts that you decide he must be purposely buying in a size too small to accentuate his muscles.

“hello?” his face is taken over by that smirk again and you wanna punch it off him as you realise he’d caught you staring at him. “you wanna keep staring or shall i teach you a few things?” you avoid the innuendo and mentally scald yourself.

“ya right old man. what are you teaching me?” he eyes you down, before shrugging.

“how about we start with manners?” he asks and before you reply you’ve kicked his legs from under him sending flat on his back on the mat. “or not.”

“are you impressed? i mean you should’ve seen it coming really but you didn-“ he grabbed a hold of your ankle using it to pull you down over him, straddling his chest.

you stare down at him, his hand holding your ankle by his head as you’re way too close to comfort to the man who before last night the most you’d ever spoken to one another was just polite small talk and here you were feeling your thighs want to close around his face as he smiled up at you triumphantly. “oh my god bucky!”

“what?” he laughs as you climb off of him, walking to the other end of the room. “what’s wrong now bunny?”

“i’m done for the day.” you sigh out and he shakes his head.

“no you’re not!” he jogs over to you, hand holding the door shut as you try to open it. “you have to do 45 minutes at least and you’re barely at 10!”

“you’ll have to fail me sir.” you push him aside and storm off. you weren’t exactly sure why you just overreacted like that.

you felt overwhelmed with bucky suddenly. like everything he did left you feeling dumbfounded and unable to say what you wanted to. which you weren’t even sure of anyways but you knew it went along the lines of leave me alone. or so you told yourself. that and apologise for being so weird last night.

-

a shower, some rollers and a music filled makeup and outfit session later you were applying your perfume when there was a knock at your dressing room door. you were sure everyone was out but apparently not.

“come in?” you placed the glass bottle down on your vanity and watched through the mirror as the man in black slowly walked into your very pink room. “try not to grimace.”

“i’ve never been in here before.” he admits as he shuts the door behind him and stands awkwardly by it. his eyes scan the fairy lights and racks of clothes, shelves of bags and shoes.” it’s very you.”

“i designed it myself.” you explain and spin around to look at him. now he was getting a good look at you, the new room long forgotten. you were wearing a pleated pink mini skirt and a lacy white top. your feet were bare with a gold initial anklet dangling and your french toes on full display which he oddly found himself enamoured with.

“did i upset you earlier?” he blurted out. not the way he planned but not as bad as it could have been either.

“no.” you shrugged and he continued to stare at you, waiting for more but it never came.

“you seemed annoyed.” he attempts to explain further but you just shrug again causing him to tut. “usually when you’re having a conversation you do more than shrug your shoulders.”

“usually when you’re an old man you keep your distance from the young girls in your work instead of barging into their dressing rooms.” you’re half teasing half serious. every minute you spend alone with him makes you want to pounce on him.

“hey i knocked and you told me to come in! and i was only coming to checking on you after you were weird this morning.”his voice is defensive and it makes you giggle and roll your eyes.

you spin around and make your way over to your shoes holding up a pair of pink sandals in one hand and white sling backs in the other. “which pair with this outfit?” you ask him and gesture down at yourself. he eyes you up and down then his eyes look between the two before focusing back on your bare feet for a second too long.

“where are you going?” he walks closer into you room, closer to you. sure it was another ‘off’ day for you but it didn’t mean you could just go out and about. you hadn’t even finished your training for the day yet.

“mind your business old man.” you shoo him as you make your way by him to check both shoes against your outfit in the full length mirror that his broad frame was blocking.

“manners.” his voice is warning and you feel that familiar hear between your thighs as your eyes look above you to meet his own in the mirror. “you’ve still got your training workout to complete from this morning.”

“i’m not doing it it’s my day off.” your voice is challenging as you continue your the contact with him. “i told you-fail me sir.”

at that he takes ahold of your arm, spinning you around and pulling you harshly against his hard body. “what’re you doin-“

“shut up.” he grits out. “such a fucking brat you know it’s your life you’re messing around with? up here playing fucking dress up when your life is at risk every mission?”

“i’m good at what i do buck-“

“yeah i’ve seen you out there, you are. but you’ve got an attitude problem, bunny.” his eyes bore into your eyes and your arm starts to ache from how hard he’s holding it but your thighs are involuntarily rubbing together as you listen to him scald you. and he clearly notices. “are you even listening or is that little brain of yours too occupied?”

you stare up at him with doe eyes as you speak. “sorry sir.” like butter wouldn’t fucking melt.

he breathes a laugh through his nose at that. “finally some manners. huh. bun?” he lets go of your arm. letting you completely free from him bar the hand you’ve got fisted in his t shirt. you continued to stare up at him, clearly dumbfounded from just a little gentle guiding and his mind wanders to how he could get you to act with some real words of enforcement. but he knows he shouldn’t be thinking that and he quickly snaps out of, taking a step back.

“make sure you get your training done. yelena will do double with you tomorrow.” he explains before he turns to leave.

“i want you to do it with me again.” your voice is lower, there’s a whine to it, and he turns to face to see your cheeks pink and fingers twisted together nervously.

“i shouldn’t have done that today. i apologise. like you said an old man should keep his distance from his young coworkers.” he was trying really hard to ignore the way your thighs clenched as he called himself an old man.

“but i don’t want you to keep your distance!” your voice was more demanding now and he shook his head.

“where’s your manners bun?” he asks, chin tilted toward you and tone soft but there’s a pout on your face. like you were determined to have him give in.

“where’s yours? you act all weird to me then you compliment me and get all close then you need to keep your distance? that’s not fair!” you bite back childishly and he lifts a hand to your face, taking your cheek into his hand and you nearly nuzzle into it as you stare up at him with wide eyes. “i want you bucky.”

“you’re such a fucking brat.” his lips are against yours, hard. his mechanical hand grips the bare skin of your waist, leaving goosebumps on the hot skin and you moan against his lips. he pulls back with a pop and you admire his spit slick lips.

“you want this?” his voice is serious and stern and you nod but he shakes his head disapprovingly. “words bunny.”

“yes sir.” your words are followed with a giggle and he smirks down at you.

“you like calling me sir? what about it? it remind you how much older than you i am? you like that, huh?” his lips trace their way down your neck as his hands explore your ass under your skirt.

“that and you’re bossy.” your words are punctuated with a slap to your ass and you yelp and grab onto his biceps.

“not gonna tell you again about that attitude. you wear all this pink making everyone think you’re a good little girl but really you’re a bratty whore.” his words pour into you like lava. melting you down and down until you’re putty in his hands willing to do anything he wants.

“sorry sir.” your voice is sugary sweet and you follow it with a sweet kiss to his bearded jaw, a glittery lipgloss mark against it which makes you blush. “let me make it up to you?”

you push him backwards onto the antique chaise longue, and climb on top of him. your clothed heat settles above his stiffening cock and you reconnect your lips with his own. your hands roam under the black t shirt as you rock against him. his tongue pushes easily into your mouth and you let him rub it along yours.

bucky liked to kiss dirty you quickly found out. your spit swapping as his tongue traced your own before he sucked yours into his mouth and you let out a moan.

“such pretty fucking noises just from kissing bunny.” his lips move down your jaw as your hands trace his hard abs. you’re humping him now as he grips your hips, guiding you against him and you’re sure you’re leaving a wet patch on his jeans.

one of your hands makes its way lower to palm him through the jeans and he sucks in a breath at the feeling which makes you whine in response. “wanna suck it, please sir.” your forehead rests on his chest as you beg and he chuckles against your neck.

“go ahead princess.” the words spur you on and you peel yourself from on top of him to kneel between his legs. you make quick work to move to take his belt in your hands but he pushes you off.

“slow down bun.” he undoes the belt painfully slow and you almost feel drool pool in your mouth as you just watch as he stands above you and rids himself of his jeans and boxers. already hard cock slapping against his lower tummy. your hips move against nothing at the side of him, staring down at you with his messy hair falling in his face.

“please?” you barely get out above a whisper and he smiles down at you, taking some of your hair in his hand and nods.

“go ahead bunny. s’all yours.” that really egged you on and you carefully took it at the base as you guided it to your mouth. your tongue swirled on the tip and bucky threw his head back with a loud groan.

“fucking hell baby.” all the nicknames and the weight of him against your tongue was making your head spin as you kept your eyes on the man above you. you pushed him further into your mouth before you got as low as you could and prepared to pull off until he fisted your hair and shoved you further down. you felt your throat bulge as you choked around him but the sound of his moans above you made it worth it as you concentrated on breathing through your nose.

“good fucking girl that’s it.” he praises, his grip still tight in your hair as you begin to bob on and off his cock. you gag again around him and absentmindedly reach up to his mechanical hand, threading your fingers with his own for comfort and he coos at you. “such a sweet girl, just needed your -fuck- your mouth filling.”

you moan around him and he begins thrusting into your mouth now, flesh hand holding your head still as he abuses your throat. flows of your name and curses fall from his lips and your free hand makes its way to his balls giving them a gentle squeeze before he stills against your face, cumming down your throat then pulling your mouth off and on him as his orgasm washes completely over him. you come off of him with a pop sound and he watches as you swallow everything he had given you without him even having to tell you. “good girl.” you smile up at him and he uses the hand he was holding to pull you up.

“cmon.” he grabs his pants and leads you out of your pink room and down the hall to his own. your eyes wander around and its entirely black. so bucky you think.

“wanna fuck you in my bed princess, that okay?” he asks and you nod.

“don’t even need to ask sir, can have whatever you want from me.” you tell him and he stares into your eyes knowing there’s not a hint of a lie in that statement.

“take this off.” your hands pull eagerly at the black shirt and he reaches a hand behind him to pull it over his head. you don’t even try to hide your stare as you take him all in. completely bare in front of you and hes absolutely perfect. muscly and rock solid like he was carved out of stone.

you smile cheekily back at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, as you climb hands and knees on to his black bed sheets. you arch your back to him, letting him know you’re not wearing panties and he can’t believe his eyes.

“fucking hell bunny.” you were dripping down your thighs and he just couldn’t help but lean forward and shove his face into it. he moaned at the taste of you. so sweet. and the smell. he felt like he’d died and been given a chance at heaven.

your noises got louder and louder as he swiped his tongue between your folds before landing on your clit and circling it a few times. you were like putty in his hands, pushing yourself back against his mouth letting him have you like this. he was the luckiest bastard ever. he’d thought about this exact thing almost every-time he found himself fisting his cock in the shower after another torturous day of you prancing around the tower in your skimpy outfits.

“gonna cum!” you whined out, your hand reaching behind you to fist at his hair and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your heat before he pulled away. “bucky?!”

“you gotta earn it baby. that’s for your attitude and missing your training today.” he explains and manoeuvres you onto your back against the pillows. “need you to be a good girl for me so i can treat you like a spoiled little brat.”

his hands made quick work of ridding you of your clothes and he immediately grabbed onto your tits. his tongue finding its way to the left nipple. he circled it and you moaned out, arching against him already desperate for your relief.

“bucky please.” you star down at him. he has his lips puckered around your pebbled nipple and he smirks up at you. “need you please i’ll be so good i promise.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, moving his lips to the next nipples as his cock brushes at your entrance.

“fuck! yes please sir i need you so bad!” he grabs ahold of the base and presses the tip against your clit. he rubs circles against it and your manicured nails find their way to press deep moons into his shoulders as you moan out his name.

“that feel good bunny?” he asks in vain. it feels good to him never mind you who’s tense against him, moans falling from your lips as you fight the coil already building in your tummy.

“i’m so close sir.” you let him know and he near enough growls as he continues his circles on your clit, his tip leaky from his first orgasm. “please please!” your voice turns into a whine against his lips and your orgasm comes like a storm cloud over you. your eyes screw shut and it leaves you shaking as you pulse around nothing.

“such a good fucking girl. came from just my tip on your little clit. didn’t even finger you or nothing yet princess.” he pressed a comforting kiss to your head and you sigh with a smile in response, head still fuzzy. “you gonna give me another? let me fuck you in that little cunt?”

“yes please sir.” your voice is quiet and he smirks down at you. he guides his cock head to your entrance and thrust gently inside. you’re dripping wet and he’d warmed you up for him so there’s barely any resistance as you take him in greedily. “bucky!”

“so fucking good bunny, fucking perfect.” he grunts into your open mouth as you whimper at the stretch of him as he pushes in to the hilt “fits like a glove.” you almost laugh at that, such an old man thing to say.

“bucky!” it’s barely a babble and he nods down at you, pushing the stay hairs from your face.

“you okay bun? feeling good?” you nod and he wants to laugh at how fucking cute you look stuffed full of his cock with your mouth open in an ‘o’ and your eyes squeezed shut. “can you look at me?”

“so full!” your eyes glow up at him sweetly and he smiles,chest feeling hot.

“thereee she is.” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “you feel okay baby?” you were warm all over. like he’d taken over every part of your body and you trust him so deeply to do so.

“please move?” that was all he needed as he pulled out to slam back in again. you were gripping him like a vice and the room was filled with your whimpers and the wet sounds coming from where your bodies met. “feels soo good.”

“yeah? you like how i fuck you princess?” he asks and you just nod, already getting close and your brain turning dumb as he babies you. “next time gonna bend you over in one of the pieces of fabric you call a skirt. make sure you got no panties on and take you in the meeting room.” he’s grunting and each word he speaks brings you both closer to that point.

“can’t even tell you how many times i thought of that. thought of the poor excuse of a string you had on for underwear.” he groans again and you whine as you look down between you both. “yeah watch me fuck you princess.”

“i think of it too.. always watch your arms in your shirts.” your hands instinctively begin stroking his biceps and he chuckles at you.

“yeah? you like my arms bun?”

“mhm..so big. want them anywhere on me.” with that he pulls out and flips you onto your front. his mechanical arm grabs you around your neck, holding you to his back in a slight headlock as the other guides his back into you. you moan out his name and your head is thrown back onto his shoulder. the new angle let him get even deeper and you could already tell you weren’t gonna last much longer.

his flesh hand presses a finger to your clit circling and egging you on. your hands grip the arm holding you on and it just spurs you on even more as you grind down against his hand. that paired with the brutal way he was fucking has you right on that edge.

“bucky please need to cum.” you beg. “wanna come all over you please please let me?”

“go on bunny such a good girl you deserve it.” he lips press to the side of your face and with the softest action your spasming in his arms practically screaming his name. your walls pulse around him and feels his release right there and with a few more pumps he cums into you with a deep groan. he stills against your body, holding you tight against him before he lays you both down on his sheets.

your head is against his hard chest and your eyes flutter open to look up at him. “you okay?” he asks and you nod shyly, blushing as you stare up at him. “why’re you goin all shy on me now?” his hand strokes your cheek and you shrug.

“feel shy.” you tell him and he chuckles at you.

“you’re silly baby.” he gets up from the bed with a whine from you. “cmon let’s get you cleaned up.”

**

[urmum-lovesme]

I feel like bunny and JJ had more fights with Luke where Bunny stepped up to protect JJ and then JJ felt bad that his sister had to protect him and not the other way around yk. And then maybe he would go to y/n’s room with an ice pack as if it would help with the million bruises forming on y/n’s body. But y/n would still be grateful 😭😭 ahh a good ass sibling moment🥹🥹

No definitely I think ever since they were young, given Bunny is the older sibling, she's always been the one who would step up. Also like I've mentioned in chapter 5, if the night was really bad, she'd take JJ down to the beach, and they'd ride down on their bikes and just sit by the shore.

However if we're talking about Bunny taking the blame for something he's done and then having to suffer the consequences- well she would do that for him in a heartbeat...

I'm imagining the aftermath of an argument, Luke had just left and Bunny would be wiping rapidly at the tears rolling down her now burning red cheek. Desperately trying to erase any evidence of what she was feeling because we all know she hates crying. Luke has always told her, ever since she was a small girl- that crying makes you look weak, that crying didn’t change a damn thing.

Then she's hearing a timid knock at her bedroom door and she already knows who it was before she even moves. She cracks the door open, there he is.

JJ's standing on the other side, hair still messed up a little, his lip still split at the side from a few days ago when he had to tell Luke he borrowed some money for gas. But it was his eyes that made her stomach twist, wide and filled with guilt. I think at first he wouldn't say much, just hold up the bag of frozen peas he'd pulled from their near-empty freezer. As if they would somehow fix the bruises blooming across her arms, the handprint still searing red on her cheek. Y/N swallows hard, her throat tight, before she reaches out, gently taking the ice pack from him and holding it against her sore wrist.

"Thanks"

She murmurs, her voice rough from the yelling, from the crying she was pretending she hadn’t been doing. JJ doesn't move though. Just stands there, shifting on his feet, his jaw clenching as his hands curl into fists at his sides.

"You shouldn’t have—"

His voice cracks before he can finish, and he shut his mouth fast, looking away. Y/N sighs, leaning against the doorframe as she pressed the ice pack against her cheek now, wincing slightly at the sting.

"You know I wasn’t just gonna stand there and let him—"

"You never should have to"

JJ cuts in, voice sharp and she knows it's not rude or defensive - it's hurt. When she looks up at him, his eyes are glassy. His lips pressed into a tight line, like he's fighting every damn emotion clawing its way to the surface.

"It’s supposed to be me. I’m supposed to be the one protecting you."

"J, we both know that’s not how it works."

Y/N lets out a short, humourless hum, shaking her head. JJ sniffs, dragging a hand down his face, shaking his head like he hates himself, like he hates that she's the one taking the hits for him. She reaches out, hesitating for just a second before she ruffles his hair, something she used to do when they were kids- and he'd run to her cause he'd messed something up and she'd tell him not to worry cause 'big sis will fix it'.

Before things got worse. 

Before life got hard.

"You're my little brother," she said, voice softer now, "That means I look out for you. No matter what, P4L yeah?"

JJ didn’t say anything. Just clenching his jaw and nodding, blinking hard as he took a step back. He asked, his voice a little rough, like he was pretending not to care as much as he did.

"You need anything else?"

Y/N gave him a small, tired smile. "Nah. This helps."

JJ gave her one last look before nodding, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turns down the hall, most likely to pick up the mess Luke had made in the kitchen. Y/N watched him go, her chest aching, not just from the bruises but from something deeper because no matter how hard she tries, no matter how much she protects him-

They're both still stuck.

:(

[xhoneygirlxx]

WANTED U

Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader

summary: when your date is ruined by your best friend, can you stay mad at him when he reveals a secret you've been dying to know?

warnings: fluff, slight angst, Eddie is deep in his feels, two idiots in love. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY! mentions of drinking, Eddie gets drunk. swearing. p in v, creampie (wrap it up kiddos), fingering, body worship and praise. Reader's race/ethnicity is not mentioned! she/her pronouns used. Both Eddie and Reader are in their twenties. Also not proofread, spelling errors and horrible writing!

*if I miss anything please let me know!

a/n: Hi honey bunnies! I just want to thank @ali-r3n for this really cute idea! I'm so sorry it took me forever to post and I'm sorry about the shitty writing! Smut is not my strong suit and I've been plagued with the horrible writers block, so I hope this is okay! I hope you like this and thank you for being so wonderful and patient <3

All you wanted to do was to go on one date. One singular date. For the first time since your high school prom, you were going out with someone who was interested in you. A tinder match that led to multiple conversations, that led to having drinks, to hopefully going back to his place for a well needed time in the sheets. 

That was the plan for the night. Then your phone started to blow up with phone calls and texts, an apparent SOS that couldn’t wait. So you had to cancel, mid-date, telling your date that there was a family emergency. You knew walking out of there that Jordan wouldn’t text you back or ever take you up on the second date offer. 

It wasn’t like you were heartbroken over it, however you were a little bummed. The whole reason you even got on the dating app was because you were trying to get over your best friend. Eddie Munson stole your heart at the age of fifteen and had yet to give it back. It was a sick cycle that you have been going through for nine years. 

You were the lovesick best friend, who just couldn’t take the hint, following him around like a lost dog. Eddie had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t care. Canceling plans just because he wanted to see you, doing whatever he asked just because, and never dating with the hopes of him finally falling for you. 

Those dreams were fruitless however, because Eddie didn’t see you as anything more than a friend. All the pining and unrequited love was killing you, a slow painful death that would put medieval torture devices to shame. It’s not like you could blame the brown haired boy, it’s not like you can pick who you fall for, but that didn’t stop you from wishing it would happen. 

So therefore you took the giant leap and put yourself out there, trying to ease the ache of your heart. In the end you ended up in Eddie’s apartment, helping him in his drunken state, get to bed. The emergency that Jeff blew your phone up for, was this. A night out with the guys turned into Eddie getting belligerent and refusing to leave until you came and got him. 

The whole car ride there you were disappointed in yourself, the whole reason for your dumb date was to stop yourself from running to the rescue every time he called. You were annoyed and heavily frustrated with the outcome of your night. It almost felt like the universe was against you, whatever god above watching you and laughing every single time you failed to move on. 

As much as you wanted to hate the grown man sitting in front of you, you simply couldn’t. His whiskey colored eyes round and glossy, nose and cheeks rosy with the heat of alcohol coursing through him, and his hair messy from the cold night wind. He was so pretty and it was hard trying to stay mad at him, especially when he had a deep dimpled smile adorning his face. 

“Alright Eds, I need you to change out of your clothes.” You say sweetly, the pile of his pajama’s hanging in your hands. 

Following your instructions, he tries to lift his shirt over his head, only for it to get caught on his head. “Sweets, I need help.” He sounds like a helpless child trying to tie his shoes, and you have to stifle a laugh. 

Placing the change of clothes next to him on the bed, you swiftly pull the stuck fabric off of him. When his head is released, he shakes his hair out of his face so he can see you. A childlike wonder flits in his eyes as he looks at you, admiring the way you’re being so gentle. 

A small thank you is whispered, you hum in response as you pull the new shirt on him. His eyes close as you gently tug his arms through the hole, soaking up the amount of attention you give to him. It feels like you’re changing a newborn, so docile and content with the way you handle him. 

“Can you take your pants off yourself or do you need me to help?” Your voice breaks his sleepy demeanor, droopy eyes looking up at you. 

“You gonna buy me dinner first?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he playfully smirks at you. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” You deadpan, yet your heart beat picks up at his innuendo. 

Surprisingly, he’s able to take his bottoms off and replace them with the pair you picked out for him. Pulling the jewelry off his wrist and fingers, you place them hastily on his bedside table. His eyes follow your every move, like a curious kitty watching their owner. Pulling back the covers on his bed, you gently lay him down and prop his head up with pillows. 

“So you have your bottle of water right here,” You show him by picking it up off the table where it’s sat, “And the bottle of Tylenol is right next to it. Now if at any moment you feel like you have to throw up, the garbage can is right next to you on the floor. Okay?” 

Humming to you in understanding, he closes his eyes once more. When you think he’s about to pass out, you turn on your heel to grab clothes for yourself. Not getting far, his big hand wraps around your wrist gently, bringing your attention back to him. This time his expression isn’t as content or happy. No, his eyes are glassy with unshed tears and his bottom lip jets out in a pout. 

“Please don’t leave.” It’s a whispered plea, innocent and childlike. 

“I’m not leaving Eds, just grabbin’ some clothes to change into.” Even with your assuring smile, he’s still frowning at you. 

“Please just, don’t leave.” Tugging your arm slightly, he brings you closer to the bed. 

“Eddie, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” You’re now concerned with the state of your best friend and why he felt the need to beg you to stay. 

“Promise? What about Jacob?”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” Although he closes his eyes again, you still press for answers. 

“I don’t wanna lose you t’some douche. You needa be with me, sweets cause I love you s’much. Don’t wanna lose you to him.” It’s all a slurred mess, his words mumbling together as they fall out of his mouth. 

“If you mean Jordan, no I’m not going to leave you for him” You giggle softly, “I left my date with him to come get you. Plus his stories about kayaking were starting to get boring.” You try to lighten the mood, but it only makes his lip wobble more. 

“I shoulda made a move, I wanted to b-but I-I was scared. Gareth told me I lost my chance with you and he-he was right.” A few stray tears fall down his cheek and you lift a hand to wipe them away. 

The same brown eyes you fell in love with, all those years ago, stare up at you. The heart that’s bleed for him for nine years is starting to heal, the words you so desperately wanted to hear are finally coming to light. 

With your own tears glistening in your eyes, you look down at him like you always do. With the biggest heart in your eyes and brightest smile on your face. “You should stop listening to Gareth, Eds. I think you still have a shot, but we’ll talk about this later. When you’re not drunk.” 

Bobbing his head the best he can, he squeezes your hand once before retracting it. With his eyes closed and steady breaths leave his parted lips, you get changed and turn off the lights. Maybe the universe wasn’t against you, maybe it was on your side the whole time and just had a funny way of showing it. 

__

The bright sun pouring through the window, wakes you up. The sight before you is one you’ve seen before. The side profile of your best friend’s face, wild hair sprawled over the pillow that lays beneath him. You take this moment in to study his features, the slope of his nose, the way his eyelashes kiss the tops of his cheeks, and how kissable his lips look. 

Not much later is he stirring, stretching his limbs out after his wild night out. Cracking one of his eyes open, he winces slightly before running his hands down his face. Blinking once or twice, he finally lets himself wake up, staring straight at the ceiling. You wonder if he remembers what he said or if you should bring it up. Instead you choose to play it cool, or at least try to. 

“Good morning drunky! How’d you sleep?” Reaching a finger out, you poke his side.

“Drunky,” he snorts,” I actually slept well, thanks to my wonderful nurse.” He takes a peak over at you, a smug smile already pushing his cheeks up high. 

You try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy when you hear his voice, thick and husky with sleep. The giddy feeling rushing through you is written all over your face, covered up by a bad attempt of biting back a smile. 

“Well, I’m glad you don’t feel so shitty.” You say, stretching your body to distract yourself from his burning gaze. 

“What time is it anyway?” His question comes out in a yawn, loud and exaggerated. Propping up on your elbow, you lean over him to get a look at your alarm clock. 

“A little past ten.” Eddie huffs, muttering something about it being far too early. “I know it’s too early for you but that just means we can go to Jerry’s and get waffles to soak up whatever's left in your system.” You coo at him mockingly, fake pouting as you look at him. 

“Ya know, I don’t enjoy your fake pity.” Eddie rolls his eyes at you, a frown pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Oh I’m sorry, Eds. Want some ketchup with those cries?” Eddie’s frown deepens like a bratty child, and you eat up every second of it. “Oh, I know! I’ll call a wambulance.” You throw your head back, laughing at your own joke. 

With your attention off of him, he sees the perfect opportunity to laugh. At lightning speed, he grips your hands, flipping you over on your back. With the weight of his thighs bracketing you and his hand gripping your wrists together, you’re defenseless. 

With a wild glint in his eyes, Eddie wastes no time in attacking you with a finger to your side. Relentlessly, Eddie tickles you to the point there are tears in your eyes from how hard you're laughing, and your pleas for him to stop are swallowed by the oxygen that’s being stolen from your lungs. 

“It’s not so funny when it’s your turn, huh?” Smirking down at you, his attack doesn’t relent. 

Thrashing around the best you can, you try everything to get him off but with the way his thighs squeeze your legs together makes it hard to do so. 

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry, Eddie! Please!” The last word comes out as the softest moan, so soft that you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention. However, Eddie was and his fingers stopped digging into your sides immediately. 

The sound of your heavy breathing is the only thing to be heard. Eddie stares down at you, eyes unblinking and cheeks dusted pink. The usually brown eyes are now dark, the dark pupil over taking the iris. You stare right back at him, chest rising and falling dramatically and lips parted slightly letting the air from your lungs flow out easily. 

It feels like the world has stopped, time frozen still for eternity. The mid-morning light painting the two of you in a portrait, cementing the moment forever. Two heart beats synching up together, beating against the bones of your rib cages. 

“Fuck it.”

Eddie rushes in to smash his lips against yours. Years of waiting and wondering if this moment would ever happen, now finally laying to rest. The taste of him has been the missing part of your life this whole time and you wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. 

It’s sweet and slow, his tongue slipping inside your mouth softly. Morning breath be damned, the two of you make out for what seems like hours on end. Parting from each other for much needed air, a small giggle leaves your mouth. 

“What?” Eddie smiles, his face as dopey and gooey as you feel on the inside. 

“I just wanted this for so long.” You admit, making his smile pull wider. 

Leaning back down to you, he peppers kisses all over your face. The snickering that’s leaving your mouth is slowly turned into a whimper when his lips find their way to your neck. A gasp pulls from your chest the minute he finds that spot, eliciting him to suck on it. Hissing when it becomes too much, Eddie is quick to soothe the sting with his tongue. 

Pulling his face away from the crevice of your neck, his eyes find yours as his hand glides to find the hem of your shirt. Tugging on it and raising an eyebrow in question, you nod overenthusiastically. 

Ripping the oversized shirt over your face, he takes his time to memorize all the details of your skin. The heat of his stare becomes a bit too much, worry overtaking your brain causing you to bite down on your lip. 

“I just want you to know that I’ve waited since freshman year to see these bad boys.” Attention still drawn on your bare chest. 

“Well, do they live up to the hype?” You question, tone not as confident as you think. 

Eddie’s head whips up to you, mouth agape and you swear you can see drool pooling from his lips. “Sweets, you have no idea.” 

Diving in, he kisses the doughy flesh of your breasts, going back and forth between the two. Like a magnet to a fridge, his lips find the hardened bud and latches on. Switching between sucking and flicking his tongue, you squirm underneath him trying to find some sort of friction for the ache in between your legs. 

“You have no idea how many times I jerked off to the thoughts of this.” Eddie mutters as he moves his attention to the opposite nipple. 

Between his admission and the feeling of his warm mouth on your sensitive skin, you moan loudly. The feeling of more wetness pool in your panties alerts you, the overwhelming feeling of need buzzing through you. A small whine comes from you and it catches Eddie’s attention. 

Pulling away from your breast and peering up at you, he cocks his head to the side. “What’s wrong, baby? Want some cheese for that whine?” 

When his canine teeth shine through his devilish smirk, you whimper. You hate that he’s using your game from earlier against you, teasing you like he doesn’t know what you want. 

“What is it, sweets? Tell me what you want.” Fake pity drips from his question and it only eggs you on more. 

Eddie’s got you so worked up that you can’t even speak. Lifting your hips to show him what you need, you frown harder when he laughs at you. 

“Oh, princess,” He coos, running his thumb along your lower lip, “Be the good girl I know you are, and ask. Can you do that f’me?” Nodding your head, he encourages you with an assuring smile. 

“C-can you touch me, please?” Your voice sounds so small and you’d honestly cringe if it weren’t for the fact that you know you’re dripping out of the fabric of your panties onto his bed. 

Sighing heavily, Eddie gives your bottom lip a small tug with his thumb, letting the bottom row of your teeth show before it bounces back up into place. 

“I would tease you more but you asked so nicely.” Shuffling down your body, he loops his fingers through the sides and guides the thin material down your legs. 

Pushing his way through your thighs, Eddie runs the tip of his middle finger up the slit of your sex. His finger grazes lightly over your bundle of nerves, causing you to jolt from the feeling. 

“You’re really fucking wet.” Eddie says breathlessly as he parts your glistening lips apart with his fingertips. 

Not waiting for your response, Eddie circles his finger around your entrance before plunging it in slowly. The stretch from his finger makes you arch slightly, a muffled moan falling from your mouth. Using the pad of his thumb, he swirls your clit in alternating circles and figure eights. 

“More, Eds. Fuck, please!” You beg and who is Eddie to deny you. Pushing another finger inside, he curls them just right and starts going faster. 

“Fuck you’re so greedy, baby. Isn’t that right, you’re s’greedy for me, huh?” With his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks a pretty burgundy shade, he looks just as fucked out as you. 

Writhing underneath him, you babble nonsense as his fingers hit that spot you always struggle to. “Yes! M’so greedy - Shit!” 

“You gonna let me taste you? Gonna let me eat this pretty cunt?” You don’t even get a chance to answer, your body already doing it for you by clenching around his fingers. “Oh she likes that, huh? You like imagining me in between these pretty thighs, baby?” 

“Think ‘bout it all the time.” You moan, hips rocking against his hand as you try to chase your high. 

“Yeah, sweets? Think about me when you play with this pretty pussy?” 

That’s all it takes for you to come undone, gushing around his fingers with a muted scream. Your back arches off the bed, eyes rolled into the back of your head, as the feeling of your orgasm washes over you. 

Eddie helps you ride through it, continuing his motions until your tense muscles relax into a jelly like state. When you come back down from your high, you whimper at the loss of his fingers. Moving your eyes to him, you watch as he sticks his middle and forefinger in his mouth, moaning when the taste of you hits his taste buds. 

“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna have to eat you out.” Eddie grins at you and you roll your eyes playfully back at him. 

“That sounds absolutely wonderful, but” You begin to say and his face drops with the fear of rejection, “I’m going to need you to fuck me in the next thirty seconds.” You smirk and his jaw drops. 

After fifteen seconds of pure shock, Eddie shakes his head and tries to play it cool. 

“Yeah totally, let me just-” His sentence is cut off when he begins to struggle out of his own clothes. 

Once he’s stark naked and hovering over you, you laugh giddily up at him. Putting his forehead to you, he studies your eyes for any sort of regret or doubt. 

“Eds, I promise you I want this.” You reassure him, making sure to prove the point with a loving kiss.

With his confidence boosted, Eddie snakes his hand down to guide himself into you. When the tip breaches your entrance, the both of you gasp at the feeling.

Pushing in slowly, he brings his lips back to yours, swallowing your moans. Once he's all the way in, Eddie gives you a minute to adjust before he starts moving.

Nodding your head to let him know you're good, he pulls almost all the way out before ramming back into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.

"Fuuck, sweets. S'fuckin' tight." His voice trembles as he pounds into you.

"You're so big, I can feel you s'deep." You slur, drunk on the way his cock stretches you, hitting that sweet spot with every drag of his hips.

Eddie resituates himself, pushing your knees up to your chest, before bringing his chest back down to yours. This way you can feel him even deeper, which you didn't even think was possible.

You're on fire, belly burning bright with fire. Eddie's everywhere, he's all you can see, hear, smell, touch, think, he's invaded every single one of your senses and you can't get enough.

His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closed with the pure bliss of being inside of you. It's so intimate yet so dirty and it's driving you insane.

Opening his eyes, he looks down at you like you've hung the stars that shine in the sky.

"I wanted this for so long, sweets. I wanted you, so Fuck-" He hangs his head, speeding up the movements of his hips. A roaring sob comes out of your mouth, the fire in you burning hotter with every drag of his thick cock.

"I'm so in love with you, sweets. Been yours since I was sixteen." Finally he confesses, letting the sacred secret out, only this time he's drunk off of you.

"I love you too! Fuck-I love you so fucking much."

"Tell me you're mine. Please, tell me." He begs and you comply, growing closer and closer to the edge.

"M'yours, been yours since I was fifteen." You confess and it feels like the weight of the world has lifted off of you.

With one last thrust, you come undone with a loud cry. Eddie doesn't let up his movements, now only focusing on his own release.

The way his hips stutter, you know that he won't last too much longer.

"I want you to cum in me, Eds. I wanna feel s'bad." You coax and that's all it takes for the metalhead to come with a stuttering grunt.

Lazily thrusting into you, he finally stops when he becomes overstimulated. The room is once again calm, the now afternoon sun blinds you as it seeps into the room. Heavy breathing and content hums fill the room, while the scent of sex lingers in the air.

Shyly removing himself from your chest, Eddie looks at you sheepishly. "Now what?"

If you didn't know Eddie you'd probably think he's being rude, but you know that he really is just overthinking everything that just happened. In his mind he thinks you're probably regretting everything, even though you told him you felt the same way.

Using your hand to pull some of the hair that sticks to his cheeks away, you smile affectionately at him.

"Well, I was thinking we could still go to Jerry's for breakfast," Eddie still looks at you like he's waiting for the ball to drop, "Then I thought you could keep your promise and eat your girlfriend out. That is, if you're not too full."

"Really?" He looks like a puppy who just heard its favorite word, excited with it's tail wagging back and forth.

Snickering up at him, you nod your head rapidly. Pulling out of you quickly, Eddie runs out of the room and you can hear the chaos of clattering from behind the door.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" More giggles fall from your lips as he races back in with a wet wash rag in his hand.

"Gotta clean you up before we go out to eat, baby. That way I can recreate our masterpiece later." He says wiggling his eyebrows.

Yeah this was the dork you fell in love with and who you were going to love for the rest of your life.

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Thank you all for reading! I'm sorry it's not the best!

[incogrio]

omg I loved your soobin fic btw! I was wondering can you do ot5 txt being jealous/protective of the reader?

ot5 - jealousy, jealousy

pairing: ot5 x reader (separately)

genre: fluff, bit of smut and angst

synopsis: how the members show jealousy!

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, smut, anger etc!

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! hope u enjoy!! this isn’t proof read don’t kill me pls!!

yeonjun:

i feel as though yeonjun would show his jealousy in a more whiney manner

like, he wouldn’t outright say anything to you or the person making him jealous in the moment

i imagine you’re also an idol, maybe even in txt and an interviewer makes comments about your appearance and how you’re the most desirable of the group

yeonjun, being ever professional simply smiles and laughs

lingers behind you as you reject the guy once the cameras are off

but after… he’ll come to you like a big baby all like

“he flirted with you right in front of meeeee..!!” he’d whine out with a slight high pitched tone as he tucked his head into your neck

“i rejected him, i only want you jjunie,” you’d reassure

only for him to respond with, “but i was right thereeeee!!! don’t i look boyfriend enough!!!!” and his perfect lips would form a perfect pout and you couldn’t resist but to kiss his sad face away :(

that would most likely lead to him smiling against your lips and the craziest sex ever.. like full on

“bet he has a smaller dick than me, huh? bet he couldn’t make you drool the way i do. he wishes he could see you like this doesn’t he? too bad only i can see you all disheveled.. only me, right baby? just daddy right?”

yes jjunie has a daddy kink argue with the WALL.

as for what made him jealous, i think he’s a little crazy and would be annoyed when someone so much as looks at you for too long

he would never blame you or your outfit, simply the pervs who wish they could have you

thinks it’s funny whenever you’re jealous, doesn’t really see that he’s just as hot as you

also finds it crazy that you’d think he’d want anyone else

just remind him that you only want him and kiss his pouty lips and maybe give him a blowjob and he’ll be fine…

until you do promotions again

soobin:

sigh… loser soobie doobie.

i feel like soobie would be annoyed by it if anything

also VERY passive aggressive

let’s say you’re in a library, looking at a book that you might want

a rando comes up mansplaining the novel you’re holding and soobin comes up behind you like 😒🤨

FR LOOKS AT HIM WITH SUCH DISGUST.

yall know that clip of him during that live where he’s looking at the members w that disgusted look? yeah that’s him rn

the guy reaches forward to touch your arm all like “i just think this book might be too complicated for you”

ha. ha ha. soobin pulls you back into his chest before the guy can touch you and looks at him so angrily. “they’re fine. they can pick their own book.” he says it with such an eerily calm tone despite his aggressive gum chewing and fingertips digging slightly into your waist.

mf just gives an awkward smile, raises his hands in surrender and walks away

soobin literally mutters “pussy” under his breath LMFAO

he doesn’t really say much after that, only keeping a hand on you till you get to the car

“bunny, do you think i should read this book or this one first?” you ask, lifting up both books as he pulls out of the parking lot.

he rolls his eyes slightly, driving (hotly) and looking only at the road before saying: “dunno. ask your new book expert boyfriend.”

you literally have to stifle your laugh. for soobie, he’s a sucker for your cuteness

soooo u just pout at him cutely and rest your elbow on the console and your head in your hand

“don’t be mad bunny… only want you :(“

he does that thing where he smiles and pokes his tongue to his cheek in faux annoyance (i’m horny)

just smiles and shakes his head, reaching to you and holding your thigh tightly, you rest your hand on his

he may seem all tough right now, but don’t worry soon you’ll have him tied up and whimpering after making him cum over and over to make sure he knows his worth 💋

tbh seems like the type to bring it up randomly too LMFAOO

beomgyu:

beomgyu… hehehe

i imagine this to happen outside of a food truck

he’s waiting w you, probably talking to you about something stupid and you suddenly get a poke on the shoulder

you turn around, and beomgyu looks with you and sees a guy

as you’re rejecting the guy, gyu is literally snickering and giggling to himself

you are so embarrassed by him this mf is literally cackling

you’d think there was a witch behind you

the guy is definitely STILL in earshot as he walks away dejectedly, and beomgyu immediately giggling and smoothly tugging you to be in his arms

“did you see his face???? he thought he had a chance w you???!!! my girl?? yahhhgh!!! he’s soooo stupid!” he says all loudly and dramatically. he has that little smirk on his face as he says this, but has his arms tightly around you as though the guy would come and kidnap you

you see behind the facade, simply reaching up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “only want you,” you mutter, and he hums and smiles against your lips

“ahhh i knowww!! that’s why it’s so funny!”

he’d rather die than admit insecurity in the middle of a goddamn food truck line.

probably doesn’t talk about it until it’s late at night and you’re cuddled in bed

he might even start crying :(

for gyu, i don’t see sex being a good reassurance thing for him

i think he’d prefer to just sit with you, watching a bad movie and making fun of it together

randomly kissing you and every time you know what he wants to hear: “only want you, bear”

if you were to fuck, he’d deffo want to eat you out

“only i can taste this pussy, only your bear,” he’d grumble as you twist his long hair in your fingers, tugging him closer to your sopping cunt

taehyun:

mickey mouse voice: oh boy!

if you think you’re getting any other reaction other than silence, you’re WRONG.

hmmm let’s say you’re at the gym, watching him work out bc wow free show

at one point he walks away to grab weights from the other side of the gym and you wait for him to come back

suddenly, a sweaty yucky man is getting closer to you, and oh wow look he’s staring at you

as taehyun turns around, he sees you talking to him but doesn’t really mind because he knows you’re his

but then he gets closer and hears the guy complimenting your body… he just pauses for a second, making brief eye contact w you and continuing to set up his little work out thing (i don’t work out can u tell)

he knows you’ll tell the guy why you’re actually here

“so… why don’t we go grab protein shakes after you finish working out?” you wanted to scream. you were wearing jeans. WHO WORKS OUT IN JEANS?? you hadn’t touched a single machine and you hate protein shakes. is this guy a dunce.

“oh no thank you, i’m here to watch my boyfriend. he’s right there,” you point at tae, who is now bench pressing over 100 pounds and woah.. hehe

yeah no the guy could not have left faster. tae still doesn’t say anything.

you keep watching him, now sitting on the floor until he gets up from the bench and sits in front of you

before you can ask, he gestures for you to hold his feet and starts doing sit ups

except, after the first one, he starts puckering his lips when he sits up

oh!

sit up after sit up, he kisses you as he comes back up

he literally did over one hundred and you were drunk on him by the time he finished

his way of staking his claim i suppose… probably made sure that the guy was watching too

tbh… that’s all the reaction you’re gonna get

after, you ask why he didn’t say anything and he just shrugs and is like, “i know you’re mine. and you know i’m yours. i don’t need to prove anything.”

then you’re like, “so why did you do the sit up thing”

“i was horny.” you literally choke on your smoothie

when you guys get home he definitely fucks you but not super roughly or anything… super romantically actually

his thought process, conscious or not, is: you could go out and fuck someone and they’d do it emotionlessly. he’s going to fuck you like you built the very universe your souls found each other in. (you did)

huening kai:

just a warning… he’s my bias so this might be a little crazy

you’re in a grocery store, he seems like one of those cringy bfs who’s steer the cart but have you in between him and the cart

i want him.

every few moments he’d press a kiss to your hair or simply lean down and have his face near yours until you got the hint

his chest is against your back… his huge broad chest… i’m ill.

OKAY LET ME GET TO THE ACTUAL JEALOUSY PART

okay so you guys stopped to look at the cereal because you wanted to get the one w his face

as you’re looking, hueningie squats down and checks the very bottom shelf

and thus, the worker that goes up to you does not see him

“hey! you need any help over here?” you look over, pointing to yourself in silent question. the guy nods. kai is immediately tuned into the convo as he pretends to look for more cereal

“hm? oh no! we’re good, just looking for a specific cereal,” you remain vague as to not reveal kai’s identity.

lol imagine you’re like “yeah my bf has a cereal w his face on it! yeah my bf who’s a famous idol!” LMFAOO

the guy nods, and you think the convo is over so you keep looking for cereal as you reach down and pet kai’s hair absentmindedly. you don’t know how reassuring it is to him.

“okay well… i just saw you and thought you were so super cute. like.. how do you not have a boyfriend?”

“i do actually,” you respond without evening looking at him. you tug kai’s hair, silently telling him to make himself known. he gets up, all six feet and muscles wearing a fitted top so you could see all of his strength and hard work as an idol.

“they’re not here,” he says plainly, without the usual sweet tone he’d give you. he also doesn’t even look at the worker.

the guy doesn’t even have enough time to apologize before kai’s leading you and the cart elsewhere. he gets quiet, but a different quiet to the other members. a sad one.

the moment you get home, he breaks down

he sobs, barely able to get out the fact that he doesn’t understand why you’re with him, why you wouldn’t want someone w a normal life, someone who’s more attractive (no such thing), someone who could love you publically

oh my baby :(((((

you pull him into a hug, his head ducking to be hidden in your neck, reassuring him quietly.

“huening… i promise you, you are the most attractive man on earth to me.” you say sternly, “the universe, even. it pains me that you can’t see that. i don’t want anyone else, just you, hyuka. and i love you enough to endure the fact that you can’t be public with us.”

he’s just whining now, not responding. he’s holding you so tightly that you’d think you’d turn into thin air.

after a lot of cuddles with his plushies, he’s okay :)

but then his members come home and see the tear stains on his face

they don’t know what happened and call him a baby and make a bunch of maknae jokes

yeah that’s the last straw. he takes you to his room and shoves you onto the bed (makes sure that not only are you comfy, but also that all his plushies are turned away)

he fucks you until you’ve both cum at least 4 times, and he’s borderline shooting blanks.

he’s moaning so loud, hips are shaking as he keeps pumping into you, filling you up

you’re even louder, legs shaking and hands pushing against his stomach in a faux plead for him to stop

every so often, he’d say something like, “not a fucking baby,” oh negative kai i want you.

“could a baby maknae fuck you like this? oh fuck honey, clench me like that. could that guy at the store make you shake like this? hm?

OH BROTHER!!

yeah neither of you can walk after that. and the members for SURE heard your moans and are now never calling him a baby ever again

unless he does aegyo bc come ON he’s baby then

probably becomes an inside joke between you guys

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extra credit assignment with the professor and honey bunny

PROFESSOR STEIN x F!READER

[a/n: sorry sorry! i'm falling behind...my motivation is waning BUT i am determined to finish this series so here's what should've been posted yesterday on my birthday ! professor stein will always be so fucking hot in my eyes...he can tie me down and dissect me any day lol anyways, once again: my use of the term 'little' has nothing to do with any body size or weight, this fic is also a little more on the 'plus size reader' side, sorry it just came out that way, i also dropped the ball and made him an ethics teacher instead of a bio/chem teacher like i originally thought...i blame @gojonanami and her amazing professor suguru series...i'm obsessed !!🫶🏼]

© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

wc: 3.1k words

WARNINGS: teacher/student dynamic (OF AGE), power dynamic, age gap, "shy" reader, skewed descriptions of ethics cause i googled and read like two things, sir kink, hair pulling, cowgirl, stein bends you over his desk, mating press, breeding kink, creampie, no use of y/n, reader is called: bunny, sweetheart, good girl, sweet girl, honey

“You need my measurements?” You asked, not sure if you heard him right. “What for?” 

“Well for your outfit, of course.” He chuckled, finding it amusing that you had already forgotten what the two of you had spoken about.Especially when your confusion led to a small lull of silence on the line. 

“Oh…oh right! Right, the whole school girl thing…uh okay-” You rattled them out and he wrote them down, scrolling through the website on his laptop to try and find the right look for you. 

When you two finally met, you were pleased with the tasteful outfit he had chosen. It looked like a legitimate look you’d wear to school. The light brown plaid skirt was paired with a white button up, a knit sweater vest, sheer pantyhose and brown loafers. 

He was sat behind a gorgeous mahogany desk, a small smile on his lips. “Have you ever done a scene like this?” You were flicking through the short script he had given you…more of a guideline really. 

“Uhmm n-no, not as in depth as this or with a partner. I did it for a live cam once…” You blushed, feeling somewhat insecure beneath his gaze. 

Stein was one of the more seasoned creators on the platform. His production quality was always high and his scenes balanced with both porn and plot. He was also extremely attractive. His dyed silver locks framed his face beautifully, his eyes reminded you of green sea glass as they sat behind his silver eyewear and his build…God. He was tall and lean with broad shoulders and thick arms. His hands were big, lithe fingers just the right amount of thickness, knuckles prominent against his smooth, pale skin. 

Not to mention the age gap between the two of you…the power dynamic was going to be a little more believable when he was 14 years older than you. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” 

“Mhmm, yes…Professor.” 

And so, you stepped out of his office. Standing at the door for a good minute or two before rapping your knuckles against the shining wood. 

“Come in!” His voice was muffled but you took your cue and pushed the door open, making sure to shut it softly behind you. “Ah, bunny! Come on in, have a seat.” He gestured to the cushioned seat in front of his desk. His smile was soft as you stood by the door for a few moments before finally moving. 

“R-Right. Thank you, P-Professor.” You gingerly sat in the seat, back straight and stiff as you tugged the hem of your skirt. 

“So, what brings you to my office hours, hmm?” 

“Uhm well, I-I hate to admit it but I’ve been h-having a little trouble with our uhm, our new unit…” 

“Oh! Well, no need to be embarrassed, Kantism is a challenging subject. What exactly were you having trouble with?” 

“Categorical imperatives…” You shift your eyes away, cheeks flushing. 

“I see…well-” He starts to ramble on with the definition, rubbing his chin as he did so and you found it difficult to not stare at his fingers. “-does that make sense?” 

You blink yourself out of your daze before nodding, “I-I’m following.” 

A subtle smirk tugs his lips as he continues. “Kant also says that there are three different moral actions-” You wring your hands in your lap, playing up the nervous, jumpy act. As he continues to explain how utilitarianism plays a part in this subject, you tune back in. “That should be a bit more clarifying for you.” You nodded eagerly. “Did you have any other questions? Kant or otherwise?” 

“Y-yes actually.” You bit your lip, eyes widening as you clarified. “Not-not about Kant! I uhm…I was hoping to ask about some…extra credit opportunities?” He frowned, head tilting to the side. “My uhm, my grade isn’t where I-I’d like it to be…” You trailed off, eyes dropping to read the name placard displayed on his desk. He turns to his laptop, ‘typing and scrolling’ before the tension in his forehead releases. “Ah, a B- isn’t so bad, is it?” 

“W-Well no but I…I would like to keep my grade point average and grad-graduate summa cum laude…” 

“Hmm right, right…an understandable goal.” He closed his laptop, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Has my unit been so difficult that you’re falling behind? Is everything alright?” The slight twinge of concern in his voice made your thighs clench. Something that did not go unnoticed. 

“I’m sorry, Professor. I just seem to be dis-distracted…lately.” Your confession leaves him amused and you with bright, flushed cheeks. 

“Distracted?” He leans forward, elbows resting on the top of the desk, his chin in his palm. “I see…is it a boy, perhaps?” 

“N-No!” You grip the fabric of your skirt. “No…I uhm-I’m not seeing any-anyone.” 

His eyebrows jump. “Really? Forgive me for saying so but, surely you have boys throwing themselves at you?” 

A quiet, almost nervous laugh leaves your lips. “Yeah…n-no. Not that I’d really want the attention from guys here…guys my age, they uhm…well, they tend to be vulgar and simple minded.” 

“Hmm, yes, I suppose you’re right.” A silence lingers after his words. “A pretty, intelligent little thing like you should be treated with reverence.” 

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, squeaking out a, “Professor…” 

“Ah right, forgive me. That was highly inappropriate”. He sighed. “So, extra credit…I usually don’t make it a habit to offer it, since students use it as an excuse to lag behind-” He catched how your lips drop into a pout, eyes glistening with unspoken pleas. “But, if you tell me what’s been so distracting as of late, maybe we can come up with a solution to help you out, hmm? You’re a bright student and I’d hate to be the reason you lose your sheen.” 

You shake your head with earnest. That’s the worst thing you could do…how could you possibly tell him that-

“There’s no need to be shy, hmm? We’re both adults here and I’ve been teaching for years, I’m sure I can stomach it.” 

You mumble out a reason, as quiet and jumbled as you could, hoping to God that he’d give up and drop the subject. Your eyes trained in your lap in fear that you might give it away. Your deepest, darkest, secret…

He stands, rounding the desk and leaning on the edge of it. Gently but firmly, he grips your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t quite catch that…” His thumb caressed the skin below your bottom lip and you had to fight the urge to tilt your head down and take his digit between your lips. 

“S’you…s-sir.”

“I’m sorry, come again?” 

“It’s you, s-sir!” And oh, the way your lips wrapped around the honorific made his dick twitch against his slacks. 

“Is that right?” He felt like a fox playing with his dinner, the way your wide eyes stared up into his, begging to be devoured whole. 

“Y-yes…” 

He gripped your chin tighter, ignoring the whine that left your throat as he growled a hoarse. “Yes, what?”

“Yes sir!” 

“Hmm good…” He sneered. “What exactly is it about me that’s so distracting?” He hummed, removing his hand from your chin, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Y-You can’t ask-ask me something like that…”

He chuckled, “Of course I can…and I expect an answer.” His eyes darkened lustfully. “So tell me, bunny. What’s distracting?” 

You fidgeted in your seat, fingers clenching the fabric of your skirt again. “Uhm…y-your voice…your hands-” 

He found it hard to resist a scoffed laugh and in the blink of an eye he stood behind you, leaned over just above your shoulder. “You like my voice?” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his silky voice sending shivers down your spine and a rush of heat to your core. “Do you rewatch my lectures when you’re in your room? Touch that pretty pussy to the sound of my voice, hmm?” His lips pressed a feather light kiss behind your ear as you whined and as he trailed down your neck, the messier they got. His lips were surprisingly soft, massaging the sensitive skin at the hollow of your neck. 

You tilted your head back against his shoulder, opening yourself up to him. “Why don’t you show me.” He reached around the sides of the chair and roughly gripped your thighs watching as your flesh squished between his fingers, splitting your legs open for him and before you could even think to protest, a loud rip! filled the office. He had torn the crotch of your sheer pantyhose to reveal your soaked panties. “Is this all for me? You’re soaked…” He tsked, pushing your panties aside and tugging your folds open, caressing your pulsing clit with barely there touches. 

“Mhmm, all-all for you, sir…s’yours, all yours.” You keened at his gentle touches, hips twitching and desperate for more friction. 

“Then be a good girl and show me how you touch yourself to my voice.” You replaced your hands with his, starting to circle your bud in slow, soft circles, a drawn out moan leaving your glossed lips. 

“Good girl…” He purred. “Now suck on my fingers, show me how much you love my hands…that’s it.”

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, tongue swirling around his cold digits in earnest before taking them deeper into your mouth, gagging softly when his fingertips met the back of your throat before pulling back and taking them back in.

As you began to bob your head on his fingers, he couldn’t help pawing himself through the front of his gray slacks. His precum, no doubt staining the front of the fabric. “Oh look at you! Such a shy and prude girl, getting herself off while choking on her Professor’s fingers…fuck.” Your thighs twitched as you neared your first orgasm, sucking on his fingers bringing you more arousal than you thought possible. 

“Don’t even think about it.” He almost snarled, shoving his fingers roughly to the back of your throat. Your shoulders jolting as a particularly harsh gag wracked through your body. “Put your hands by your side.” Reluctantly, you did as instructed and he pulled his fingers from your mouth, giving your poor lungs a reprieve. 

As you attempted to catch your breath, he wrapped your hair around his fingers and pulled roughly, the action pulling you up from your seat before he was shoving you towards his desk. “Ahh! P-Professor!” With his fist still tugging at your locks, he bent you over and pushed your head down against the desk, your cheek landing harshly on a notebook and a few stray papers. 

“I’ve got to say…you’ve been quite the distraction as well. Always sitting in the front of my class, chewing on your lips or your pens-” He unbuckled his belt, popping his trousers open and letting them drop down around his thighs. “Always in your cute little outfits and short skirts.” He flipped your skirt over your ass. “I’ve dreamed of having you bent over my desk, creaming all over my cock.” He stroked himself a few times before tapping his heavy tip against your stocking covered ass. 

Not being able to help it, you wiggle your hips tauntingly. He groaned, “Oh just look at you…” He muttered before grasping the base of his cock and lining himself up with your entrance.

Your nails dug into the wood of the desk as he pushed himself in. Entranced with the way you seemed to be sucking him in, inch by agonizing inch, your poor pussy being stretched to accommodate his girth. You tried to push yourself further up the desk in an attempt to get respite from his sweltering length. 

“Nuh uh…don’t run, sweet girl. Don’t run…” He roughly gripped your hips and pulled you back onto him, sheathing himself entirely in your warm, gummy walls. “Stay right there.” 

Stein was brutal, bullying his dick into you repeatedly, meeting your womb in a deliciously painful kiss so much so that you lost track of time. “S’too much! T-Too…much!” 

Completely ignoring your cries, he snapped his hips once more and stilled them against your behind, pulling you with him as he sat in the chair you had been previously sitting in, situating you on his lap.“You wanted extra credit, right?” 

“Y-Yes sir…but-” 

“Then put in the work, bunny.” He brought his hand down in a rough slap against your ass cheek. “Show me how much you deserve that A.” 

Arching your back, you leaned forward and rested your hands on the tops of his thighs. Taking a deep breath, you lifted yourself slowly. Making it only halfway up before dropping yourself back down. It only took two thrusts before your legs were threatening to give out. The pleasure was overwhelming, Steins low moans and grunts only adding fuel to the fire. 

“S-Stein! I’m- M’gonna…!” You dropped back down on his length, back hunching over as your orgasm ripped through your entire body, mind reeling as you completely forgot to play up the whole ‘sir’ thing while Stein’s grip tightened around your waist so you didn’t fall over. 

Stein brushed your hair over your shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to the nape of your neck, tongue licking up the salty perspiration gathered there. “Shhh…shh, that’s a good girl…I made you feel that good, hmm?” 

A delirious giggle left your lips as you let Stein pick you up, inhaling sharply as he pulled out of you, your release dripping down his, still painfully hard, cock and onto the trimmed blonde hair at its base. 

Gaining a second wind, you shoved his name placard and a few other things aside before sitting on his desk, reaching for the hem of your sweater vest and tugging it off over your head along with your button up shirt and mindlessly tossing it aside. He watched hungrily as you kicked off your skirt and widened your thighs, the heels of your loafers resting on the edge of his desk. Your folds were dripping with arousal, your skin flushed and puffy as you clenched around nothing. 

“C’mon Professor, don’t keep your favorite student waiting…” 

Scoffing, he shrugged his tweed jacket off and you started to salivate. His mock neck shirt was short sleeved and tight. Almost like it was painted on him. His biceps bulged deliciously against the thin fabric, the urge to run your tongue across the veins running down his arms was strong but you held onto whatever self control you had left and waited for him to make his way between your legs. 

“And who said you were my favorite student?” A wet slap! slap! echoed his words as he tapped his tip against your clit. 

“You do this with all your students then?” You whined. “That’s no fair…” A pout tugged at your lips. 

He laughed softly, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender embrace, biting your bottom lip before pulling away. “I’m just teasing, bunny. You are, by far, my favorite…student.” He punctuated his statement by snapping his hips forward and burying himself into your sloppy core. 

“Ah-!” You lost your balance and landed onto the desk with a soft thump against the wood. He gripped the bottom of your thighs and pushed your legs up and folding you in half, straight into a mating press. The fabric of your pantyhose tightening against your skin.

His desk creaked with each of his heavy thrusts, scraping against the hardwood floor once or twice. “God, it was like this cunt was made for me! She’s swallowing me up so well…so warm…n’wet!” 

Your eyes rolled back in your head, the press he had you in made it feel like he was quite literally rearranging your insides, your mind quickly growing fuzzy and clouded with thoughts of his huge, thick cock and the way his scent enveloped you entirely as he leaned over to plant kisses down your neck, no doubt sucking marks into it. 

Stein felt himself twitch inside you as he gazed down at you. Your face was screwed up in pleasure, lips glossy with spit and parted as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “Let me see those pretty eyes, honey. Come on.” Your eyelids fluttered open, lined with tears and the pretty color of your iris was swallowed up by your blown out pupils, hazy with euphoria. 

He shifted your hips and slipped deeper into you, if it was even possible, and found that spot that made you see stars. You fought to keep your eyes on him as you became consumed by one thing only. Your second orgasm. 

“Fuck…I-” He whimpered as you clamped down around him. “I-I’m gonna cum…” He groaned, attempting to keep a steady pace to bring you over the edge with him. “Where-?” He grunted, choked with pleasure. 

“Inside me, please! I want- fill me up, sir…p-please -!” Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, your release shaking your body, thighs burning as your legs shook. Overstimulation creeping up on you as he chased his end. 

“Want me to breed this pretty little cunt? Huh? Make you a momma for extra credit?”

“Y-Yes! Yes!” You started to babble, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. 

His moans became hoarse, desperate whimpers, hips twitching before he stilled in you. Balls tightening as he emptied his load into you. A full, warm feeling taking over your body as your chest heaves to catch your breath. 

He pulled out with a hiss, watching his spend trickle out of you before fucking it back into you with his fingers, laughing softly as you whimpered. Your hips twitch to get away from him, and he apologizes. 

“M’sorry bunny, don’t want it to go to waste…” He then eased your legs down around his waist, massaging his fingertips into your tense skin. He watched in amusement as you leaned forward, lips pursed subtly and he met your lips. Exchanging a few kisses before easing you to sit up and wrapping his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest.

“I’d say that’s earned you an A+...” 

You cackled against his chest. “Yeah, it better have.” 

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⋆⁺˖♧° let's play ‪♡ (jo togame x reader) ⟡₊♢⊹

✿ summary: it's a fact that jo togame likes to play. you decide that you want to play with him, too. will one match of shogi and a bet lead to your endgame?  ✿ contains: mutual pining, super suggestive, lots of sexual tension, he calls you 'kitten'  ✿ a/n: this idea just popped into my head randomly while browsing the wb character facts that says togame plays go and shogi and i had to write it! at first it was supposed to be cute and fun, but then it ended up becoming kind of spicy too lol (⸝⸝⸝- ᴗ -⸝⸝⸝ ;) i dedicate this to @togament, come play with your man asjdnjsnsk and for all you togame lovers out there, hope you enjoy! ♡ ✿ wc: 1k

jo togame had quite the competitive streak when it came to strategy games like go and shogi. playing often cleared his mind, and he's acquired tons of practice by having recreational matches with his elder friends at the local public bath house. 

he noticed you from across the room, eyeing his earlier game in the common area, as it piqued your interest. (well, that, and he also piqued your interest.) it was refreshing for you to see such a handsome young man playing shogi with the elders and looking like he had the time of his life as he did. 

togame made his way over to you after his game ended, and asked you if you wanted to play a round with him too. 

"are you sure? i'm quite good at shogi, you know." you asserted, and he chuckled a bit at your claims. "oh yeah? then show me." 

"let's play then." you said as you sat down across from him, the board positioned in front of the both of you.

he liked a challenge, especially if that so-called challenge was from someone as cute as you, your arms crossed trying to look intimidating, but you were no more intimidating than a little bunny. togame found you so adorable.

"hm? how about we raise the stakes, loser fulfills the winner's wish." he said with a calm tone, as if he knew he was going to win. 

"okay, you're on. i guess i'll start thinking of my wish now." confident that you weren't going to lose either, as you had watched his previous game, and had an idea of how he played. 

"i won't go easy on you, kitten." he had a small glint presenting itself in his mesmerizing green eyes. 

"it's fine, i can take it." you assured him, not taking your eyes off his, even for a second. 

your shogi game with togame lasted for almost an hour, proving himself to to be a formidable opponent. 

it also didn't help that he was just too attractive for his own good that you couldn't maintain your concentration, and it pulled your focus away from the game whenever you caught yourself absentmindly staring and admiring his hazy eyes laced with thick eyelashes, the prominent veins in his big, calloused hands as he moved the piece, the same hands than ran itself through his tousled black hair whenever he was deep in thought about his next move, and when he looked at you with half-lidded eyes awaiting your turn, it just became too much for you to handle. 

you were in such close proximity to him too, the only thing standing in the way of both of you was that damn shogi board.

once he had occupied your whole territory with his pieces, you knew you were done for. you thought you had no weaknesses, but it turns out that you had one, and it was jo togame.

"checkmate, kitten." 

it was over, his king had captured yours, and you had no chance of escaping. how is this possible? you were so sure of yourself, but togame pulled up some tactics that you had never before seen in the history of shogi.

you definitely hadn't seen it coming. togame's moves were just too unpredictable. nonetheless, you blamed yourself inwardly for being so distracted by him during the match. 

afterwards, you two talked for a bit more as you thanked him for the match and helped each other pack up, your hands occassionally grazing and lightly touching his as you two arranged the shogi pieces. 

"okay, since you won, tell me what you wish for." you turned to him. you felt a warmth creeping up on your cheeks as he mischievously smiled, his hand motioning you to come closer to him so he could tell you. 

togame whispers in your ear, and you could feel his warm breath tickling your face. "i want you. you're what i wish for. let me know if you want to fulfill it." togame is a simple, straightforward man. if he puts his mind to something, he does everything he can to make sure he gets what he wants. 

and oh god, did you want him too. 

it all escalated way too quickly from there. it wasn't just a game anymore, it was reality. you weren't exactly sure how it happened but, in an instant, you two were all over each other, kissing unabashedly, tongues fighting for dominance as if all that built up tension from competing with each other translated into your mouths and hands. 

"i-ah, i was going to wish for the same thing too, by the way." you murmured in between his lips. "let's grant your wish too, shall we?" he softly backs you onto the wall, pinning your wrist against it with his hand, as he continues kissing you, controlling the pace this time, his mouth dominating yours completely. 

he tasted so good, a hint of lemon flavored ramune on his lips. you couldn't stop, he was like a magnet, the attraction between both of you way too strong that you couldn't separate yourself and your body from his. you felt like your make out session with togame lasted even longer than the shogi game you had played with him.

you knew togame liked to play to win, but that night, you felt like you had won too, and you were certain that your match with him had actually ended in a draw. 

but you couldn't settle for just a draw, you were way too competitive for that. there was no way you'd let him leave with the satisfaction, in fact, you were going to show togame how ready you were to have another round with him.

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Rough Waters

oh boy it's that time of year where I celebrate the first time ever writing smut by writing my first pair ever again. I think it's fun to see how far I've come and how differently I write Swiss and Rain now :3

also thanks to @skele-bunny for the title <33

Read here or on ao3

Pairing: Rulti

WC: 5903

Tags: breathplay kinda if you squint (they're fucking at the bottom of the lake), tentacles, gillplay, very vague mention of blood

Summary: It's Rain and Swiss' summoning day, and they decide to spend it in the one place no one can find them.

Sunlight shines in through the window, casting golden rays across the floor and over the bed. Bird song follows soon after, though it is much louder than it should be. A light breeze is next, chilling the room and causing one of the bodies under the covers to begin shivering. This is what finally wakes Swiss up. He blinks his bleary eyes open, scowling at the beam of light that hits him directly in the face. He lifts his head to look around, slightly disoriented by the color of the walls and the hum of the fish tank filter. 

Right. He spent the night in Rain’s room. They were smoking and watching a movie because they wanted to wake up together. Because the next morning, this morning, would be their summoning day. Swiss is now much more awake. He rolls over ready to plant kisses all over Rain’s face until he wakes up too, but he stops short. Rain has the blanket pulled up to his chin, a little furrow between his brows as another shiver wracks through his body. 

It would be cruel of him to wake his fishy up frozen solid on their summoning day. Swiss scoots closer to him under the blanket. The black and white of his eyes swirl and shift until it is replaced with orange and yellow as he calls his spark of flame to the surface. Instantly his body heats, chasing away the bite of cold. He glues himself to Rain’s back, hiking a leg over his hip and wrapping his arms around his middle. 

Rain sighs as the warmth helps his body relax. Swiss chuckles quietly, nuzzling his face in his hair and kissing him. Rain rolls over when Swiss pulls back, tucking his nose right under his chin so his lips press to his forehead. 

Swiss grins against his skin. “Good morning princess,” his voice is rough, scratchy from disuse. Rain does not say a word. Does not move an inch. He stays perfectly still with his eyes closed and his breathing steady. 

Swiss dramatically rolls his eyes before cupping Rain’s chin and tilting his head up. He kisses him softly, holding it until he feels Rain begin to smile. When he pulls back he is greeted with those gorgeous eyes as deep and dark as the ocean he was pulled from. 

“Now it’s a good morning,” Rain practically purrs. 

“You’re right it is. Cause this morning marks the day I met the most beautiful ghoul I’ve ever seen.” Swiss kisses the corner of his mouth before tilting his head to give him another proper kiss. This one though is much deeper than the first. Deeper than it should be this early in the morning. 

When they part, Rain stares up at Swiss like he cannot believe he is real. The way his eyes shine makes Swiss’ heart stutter to a stop. Truly it is unfair that one ghoul can be so beautiful. Even more unfair that his gaze, his affection, is turned toward Swiss. He will never understand what he did to deserve waking up to Rain, but he will not take it for granted. He will show him nothing but love and worship until the day they both get thrown back into the Pits. Because if Rain goes, Swiss will not hesitate to follow. 

“You know what would make this morning even better?” Rain plays with the end of one of Swiss’ locs. 

“What?” 

He looks up at him through his lashes, “If the window wasn’t left open all night.” 

Swiss smacks him lightly on the shoulder, “You were the one who opened it!” 

“Hm. Maybe. But you were supposed to close it. I can’t be blamed for that.” 

“Oh right yeah sorry. Princesses can’t be blamed for anything,” Swiss’ voice is laced with humor. 

Rain kisses his cheek, “Glad you agree. Now get up and close that window. And heat up the room so we can get changed. You owe me a day at the lake.” 

Swiss rolls his eyes but the smile on his face is as bright as the sun. He throws the blanket off him and rolls out of bed. Even with his fire flicking at the surface, the cold of the hardwood floor sends a shiver down his spine. He can feel the told you so on Rain’s lips without him even opening his mouth. 

Before pulling the window shut, Swiss takes a deep breath of the early spring air. It is going to be a great day for a swim. Which is a good thing and a bad thing. It means that the likelihood of being pestered by Siblings on their day is high. As much as Swiss loves the humans, he does not even want to hear anyone else. He wants every sense to only know Rain. 

“See something?” Rain’s voice is quiet as he comes up behind Swiss, wrapping his arms around his middle and hooking his chin over his shoulder. He starts to trail kisses over his neck and up his jaw. 

Swiss sighs and leans back into him, “No. Nothin at all.” 

“Then where’s your head,” he whispers in his ear before pressing a kiss to the shell of it. 

“Back in that summoning room,” Swiss begins to smile, “where I saw a viscous water ghoul take a bite out of Omega’s arm and thought ‘yeah this is where I’m supposed to be’.” 

“Charming.”

“Oh you love it.” 

“Do I?” 

Swiss breathes a laugh before turning around in Rain’s arms. He gives him a quick peck on the lips, “Why else would you wanna spend alllll day with me?” 

“Okay maybe I do love you. Just a little bit.” The little smile accompanied by the dusty blush that graces his face nearly makes Swiss’ heart stop. It is amazing he is still alive given how often he gets to see that look. 

“I’m glad we could reach an agreement. Who else am I supposed to take on dates?” 

“Do you want that list alphabetically or numerically ranked?” Rain knocks their horns together before dropping his arms and pulling back. He turns to walk toward the attached bathroom, but before he can get more than a few steps away he is suddenly yanked back. 

He yelps, but it is immediately smothered by Swiss capturing him in a kiss. He kisses him softly, yet with a deepness that leaves Rain’s head spinning. “I love you too,” Swiss mutters against his lips as he starts to grin, “now we can get changed.” 

They make quick work of it, throwing off their pajamas and pulling on their swimsuits, Swiss in his trunks and Rain in a baby blue bikini that will be gone the moment he is submerged. Rain even skips his normal morning skincare routine. No point when they are going to spend all day in the water. 

Hand in hand, they leave Rain’s room and head to the kitchen. The den is already empty, everyone else either speeding through their chores or doing who knows what for the party they know will be waiting for them in the evening. Though it does look like Mountain was kind enough to pack them food to take with them. While Swiss shoves the tupperware into a bag alongside some drinks, Rain hunts down towels from one of the den’s closests. 

With each of their missions complete, hands and tails tangle together as they make their way to the lake. The walk is long, but Swiss cannot complain. It is beautiful outside, the sun is warm but a breeze keeps the air cool. The trees are beginning to bud. Some of the fruit bearing ones even have flowers already. But what makes it all shine brighter is being able to share it with Rain. 

They do not talk while they make the trek, but they do not need to. Swiss has never felt the itch to fill the silence when he is with Rain. He does not need to put on a show when it is just the two of them. There is no need. Rain somehow just knows what Swiss needs even before he does. Sometimes it makes him wonder if he has his own spark of quintessence buried under all that water. 

When they finally arrive at the lake, it is just as Swiss feared. There is a group of Siblings laid out along the shore. The shift in Rain’s expression is nearly imperceptible, only noticeable by those who know what to look for. 

“I’m. Sure it’ll be fine. We can just set up camp on the other side.” Swiss gives his hand a squeeze. 

Rain sighs, but he follows as Swiss pulls him in the opposite direction of the Siblings. There are not many of them, so they should be easy enough to avoid. It is just annoying that they are here in the first place. Swiss can tell by the gleam in his eyes that Rain is contemplating chasing them away. Swiss has half a mind a to agree, but he really does not want to spend what is supposed to be their day getting yelled at for scaring Siblings. 

A distraction is in order. 

Swiss suddenly stops, causing Rain to bump into him, “What are you—“

“First one in gets the last slice of summoning day cake.” Swiss throws a grin over his shoulder before dropping the bag with their food and taking off towards the water. He kicks off his sandals as he runs, nearly tripping in the process. 

Rain shouts his name and a string of curses before he too throws the bag of towels to the ground. Swiss may have gotten a head start, but Rain is faster on his feet. Especially with his element so close. It gives him an extra boost of energy. In no time, he is catching up to Swiss who just laughs when he sees him next to him. 

But it all goes wrong the moment grass turns to sand. Rain stumbles with the change in terrain, nearly falling flat on his face. Swiss skitters to a stop, instinctively reaching out to grab him so he does not actually eat dirt. They are both panting, huge grins on their faces. 

“You good?” Swiss’ eyes scan him over 

Rain gives him a smile that looks all too pleased for someone who nearly kissed the ground. Without saying a word, Rain shoves Swiss causing him to totter and flail to catch his balance. Rain takes off toward the water laughing as loud as thunder. 

“Dirty cheater,” Swiss calls after him though there is a hint of a laugh in his voice. He cannot be mad at him, not when he gets to hear such a lovely sound. Especially not when he gets a perfect view of Rain’s ass in those bikini bottoms as he runs into the lake. 

Before Swiss can even make it to where water and sand meet, Rain dives under. He stares at the spot where he just was and starts to count in his head. Moments later, the baby blue material of Rain’s bikini is floating up to the surface. 

“Oh wow, five whole seconds. Congratulations, that’s a new record,” he says to himself as he fishes the swimsuit from the water and tosses it onto the shore. With that taken care of, he begins to wade into the lake. A shiver runs down his spine with the initial foot dip into the water. It is still frigid despite the sun warming the rest of the world. 

Rain does not seem to mind though given he still has not resurfaced. It almost makes Swiss suspicions. His little fishy is always a bit more bold in his element. He cannot even count the amount of times he has been dragged under just for Rain’s amusement. As he takes a few more tentative steps into the lake, he keeps his eyes on the water. Narrowed and searching for a flash of blue. 

His laser focus betrays him though. He does not see Rain’s finned tail carefully, silently, emerging further out. By the time he hears the powerful crack of it against the surface, Swiss is already soaking wet. He sputters and wipes the water from his eyes, wholly looking like a cat that just got thrown into the bath. He blinks a few stray droplets from his lashes and sees Rain’s head bobbing at the surface. 

“I warm you up. I take you out on a nice date and this is the thanks I get.” 

“You were taking too long.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, next time I’ll just be a water ghoul.” 

“You say that like you don’t have water in you.” 

Swiss dramatically rolls his eyes, “Well now that I’m soaking wet I guess I’ll join you in the deep end.” 

Swiss wades as far as he can before pushing off the bottom and paddling over to Rain. Despite the cold, he smiles the whole time. He cannot help it. Not with the way Rain is grinning from ear to ear, serrated teeth on full display. It chases the chill away. 

This is how they spend their day. Swimming and splashing together in the lake. They play a few games of chase, which Swiss loses horribly at until Rain takes pity on him and lets him win the last round. They lie in the shallows, letting the waves wash over them as they stare at the clouds and scoop the wet sand into little mounds. Eventually they do get out to go grab the bags they dumped for their race. Luckily, the food did not totally get ruined from Swiss throwing it. They sit and eat their lunch while talking and laughing about nothing and everything. 

As the sun climbs higher and higher in the sky, the air gets hotter. More Siblings and even a few Ministry ghouls now crowd the lake. Rain’s irritation is hard to miss. He may be silent, but he might as well be screaming at every human that gets closer and closer to where they are set up. If looks could kill most of these Siblings would be dead by now. So, in order to prevent a massacre Swiss drags him back into the water. 

The second half of the day is much calmer than the first. The two just float together, Swiss with his head on Rain’s chest while he lies on his back. The sun feels nice on his skin, warming the parts that are not submerged. It makes Swiss drowsy as he listens to Rain’s steady heartbeat. But he dare not close his eyes for a second. He keeps them glued to Rain’s face as he stares up at the sky while kicking them around. He has to memorize every moment of him like this. In his element, physically changed by being in the water. 

Rain is already a beautiful ghoul, but here like this, Swiss truly cannot believe he exists. The way his dark eyes seem to almost glow. The fins and spines that slip out past his glamour, unable to be hidden when absorbed in his element. The way the sun catches in the translucent membrane. Oh how they shine. The bioluminescent markings that dot all across his body. He is bigger too, even if only by a little. Big enough to be noticeable. Big enough that he passes Swiss in height when they are next to each other. Lords Below it drives him insane. He is a predator in his element and Swiss is more than happy to be his prey. 

“You’re staring,” Rain rumbles. He is still looking up at the sky. 

“Course I am princess. You know how much I love you like this.” As if to emphasize, Swiss places a kiss right in the middle of his chest. 

He lifts his head with the brush of lips on skin. Swiss can feel his eyes trace his face, so tender he may as well be actually touching him. The adoration in his gaze hurts. He looks at him like Swiss is something to be treasured, something to hide and hoard away so only Rain gets to know him. Swiss chuckles as a hand begins to drift down Rain’s side, “Now who’s starin?” 

“You’re so beautiful,” Rain murmurs so quietly that Swiss is not sure if he actually said words or not. Even so, it makes him duck his head and stare at Rain’s fluttering gills. Swiss is more than happy to dish out the praise and compliments, but it is nearly impossible for him to take it in return. 

“I mean it,” Rain starts a little louder this time, “the sun makes you look golden. You’re gorgeous Swiss.” 

His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he prepares his own barrage of affection. But before he can even get a word out something in Rain’s eyes darkens. Something that makes Swiss’ stomach twist and flutter. 

“Take a deep breath.” 

“Why?” 

“Because it’s our day. Nobody, especially these humans, deserves to see you on our day. So take a deep breath.” This is not a request. This is a warning. Even if Swiss does not comply, Rain will still do what he wants. Oh but Swiss would never dream of not obeying his little fishy. 

He holds his gaze as he takes a big, almost dramatic deep breath of air. While he is at it, he begins to call his water to the surface. He has a feeling he knows where this is going and he wants to be conscious the whole time. As his eyes begin to shift from black and white to shades of blue, Rain makes his move. 

He postures up, grabbing onto Swiss’ shoulders like he might decide to wiggle away. He shoves him under the water with ease, Swiss more than willing to let his siren do what he pleases. With powerful kicks of legs and snaps of his tail, Rain propels them down, down, down. All the way down to the bottom. As the water shift from warm to cold, untouched by the rays of the sun, Swiss’ ears pop. He lungs begin to burn, screaming at him to open his mouth. Let the oxygen in. 

Not yet. It takes all his focus to breathe down here and he dare not look away from Rain. Not when he has that gleam in his eye. The same one that shines when he hunts. Oh but as the glimmer of light from the surface disappears, he burns. It is like a fist around his throat and lungs, squeezing with the sole purpose of watching his eyes pop. His lips twitch, a line of bubbles streaming from his mouth as his head begins to pound. 

A spike of instinctual fear flashes through his body, but it is quickly smothered by lips crashing into his. His back hits the bottom of the lake not a moment later. As Rain settles on top of him, holding him down with his own body, relief floods his system. Air is breathed into his lungs. With the encouragement, his water starts to actually work. The burning squeezing in his chest starts to fade as he begins to pull oxygen from the water through his skin. 

When Rain feels him relax, he breaks the kiss to look at him. His face is bathed in a light blue from his bioluminescence, making him look that much more like a predator. Like he is something dangerous. Though down here, he is. He is the only thing that determines if Swiss ever feels the sun again and yet all that knowledge serves to do is make heat bloom through Swiss’ body. He is totally at the mercy of Rain. 

But he does not look at Swiss like prey. He looks at him like a prize. He cups Swiss’ cheeks, pulling him in to kiss him again. It is nothing like the first though. It is quick and full of desperation, nipping at lips and teasing tongues. But he needs more. They both do. Rain grinds down hard where Swiss is chubbing up in his swim trunks. It forces his mouth to open in a gasp, a line of bubbles floating out. Rain does not hesitate, shoving his tongue down Swiss’ throat. 

He moans into his mouth, licking at Rain’s tongue as best he can. Desperate for more of that petrichor and sea salt taste. Swiss’ hands begin to roam his body as Rain continues a steady rhythm where he straddles him. Squeezing at his ass. Running up and down his torso yet oh so careful to avoid his gills. Cupping those tiny little tits, kneading at them and rolling his nipples between his fingers. 

At a particularly hard pinch, Rain breaks the kiss with a moan vibrating through the water. His eyes flutter open to gaze down at Swiss. He feels the buzz at the edges of his mind, the one that tells him Rain is trying to say something to him. But he does not need their connection to know what he wants. Just the look on his face is enough for Swiss to hear his breathy voice in his head. 

Touch me. I need you to touch me.

One hand drops from his tit to his thighs without hesitation. He traces a few dots of bioluminescence, all the way down until he comes to rest on Rain’s inner thigh. Swiss’ fingers tease sensitive frills before pushing past to swipe from slit to clit. The way Rain shudders and twitches from the barest brush is enough to already have Swiss’ head spinning. Even when he has the power to steal the air from his lungs, Rain still falls apart with a hand to his cunt. 

Swiss begins quick little circles on his clit. The last thing he wants to do is take his time. He does not have time. They will have to come up eventually. But before they do, Swiss needs to bury himself inside Rain. He has to be with him like this, in a way no one else ever is. 

Rain seems to have the same idea though as he practically grinds into Swiss’ palm. Swiss wants to meet him, mirror every time he pushes himself down. Rub his cock into his ass so he feels just how much Swiss needs him, but he cannot move. Not with Rain on top of him. Not with the pressure of the water. All he can do is keep touching Rain. 

Rain twitches against his fingertips with each pass over his clit. Swiss can feel him clenching around nothing and it boils his blood. He has to get him open, loosen him just enough to bully his cock inside. His fingers drop down to tease at his entrance. He feels a hand settle at the base of his throat. Swiss tears his eyes away from Rain’s cunt to meet his gaze. With their eyes locked, Rain rocks forward. Swiss’ fingers drag through his slick, pushing just the tips inside. 

Need to feel you. 

Swiss hears him loud and clear. He shoves two fingers into him, all the way down to the knuckle. A barrage of bubbles leaves Rain’s mouth and gills as he moans with it. Swiss curls his fingers, petting against his upper wall. The hand around his throat tightens as Rain lets his eyes fall shut, relishing in the feeling of Swiss’ thick fingers inside him. Swiss cannot look away. He has to memorize every little way Rain’s face melts as pleasure consumes him. 

He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of his cunt, curling them every time he slides back in. It only takes him a few strokes before he is shoving a third finger in. Rain clenches hard and Swiss can feel his cock kick where it is trapped against his belly. 

Fuck he needs to be inside him. Needs to feel how hot he is, how wet he is. Needs to feel him squeeze his dick just like that. 

Rain must be just as desperate to get Swiss’ cock inside him because he does not even let himself cum on Swiss’ fingers. He yanks down Swiss’ trunks until his dick springs free. The moment it does, he lifts his hips just enough to let Swiss’ fingers slide out of him. Quicker than he can really process, Rain is grabbing his cock to hold him in place as he spears himself. In one fluid motion Rain sinks down, burying Swiss inside of himself. 

Swiss chokes at the sudden feeling of being inside his tight, wet cunt. His hips instinctively buck up, searching for more stimulation. Rain gives it to him. He plants his hands on Swiss’ chest as he begins to grind his hips in circles. Swiss’ own hands come up to hold him by the waist, thumbs brushing the lowest set of gills on his abdomen. The way Rain’s eyelids flutter when the sensitive membranes are touched makes him cock throb. 

He wishes he had his own bioluminescence. Wishes he knew the secret language of the water ghouls just so he could tell Rain how beautiful he is fucking himself on his dick like this. 

He can tell him another way though. He moves his hands up that much further on Rain’s waist. He can feel the moan vibrate through his body and the water as Swiss’ fingers trace his gills. Rain grinds down harder, faster, on his cock, chasing the orgasm he ruined for himself. 

Fuck. Yeah just like that baby. Cmon cum for me. Cum on my fucking cock. Swiss’ thoughts race as he feels Rain clench hard around him. His gaze locks to Rain’s face. Studying every little way his expression falls and twitches. The way his eyes finally snap shut as he chews his lip. He watches every telltale sign that Rain is getting closer and closer. When his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm, Swiss helps move things along. 

He shoves his fingers past the frills of his gills, dipping into warm, twitching flesh. Rain’s mouth falls open as he clenches and spasms around Swiss’ cock. Despite the coldness of the water, he feels warmth spread over him as slick pours from Rain like a faucet. With his gaze trained on Rain’s face, watching him be wholly consumed by pleasure, Swiss misses one of his favorite moments. He does not even realize it until he feels something thick and slimy undulating on his abdomen. 

Rain’s tentacle finally comes out to play. 

As beautiful as he is in his element, she is even more so. She is so much longer like this, thicker too. If anyone thought she was insatiable on dry land, that is nothing compared to her in the water. She just slipped from her sheath and already she is wiggling around, searching for a warm hole to bury herself inside. 

Swiss squirms as he feels suckers pulsing against his skin. It takes what little self control he has to hold still, to not chase his own release while Rain comes down from his. Rain seems to have a different train of thought though. He begins to lift his hips, letting Swiss slide out of him. Maybe now he is glad he cannot properly communicate with Rain otherwise he would be begging to get back inside him. 

But he gets exactly that. 

Rain gives him a quick, filthy kiss that is mostly tongue before turning his back to Swiss. He wraps a hand around his cock to hold him in place before sinking right back down. Swiss clenches his teeth so hard he swears he feels something crack. His hands instantly grab at Rain’s ass, squeezing and kneading. 

Rain rests his hands on Swiss’ knees, arching his back and throwing his tail over his shoulder as he begins a steady pace once more. Swiss is absolutely mesmerized by the bioluminescent markings that dot the fins on his back. A cute little glow that goes down his spine right to his ass. He cannot tear his eyes away as the dots of light bounce with each of Rain’s movements. 

His focus is only broken when he feels something thick slither between his own asscheeks. The tip of Rain’s tentacle finds her way to his hole, twitching in anticipation. His claws prickle at Rain’s flesh as his stomach swoops. 

Get her in me. Wanna feel her, c’mon give her to me, Swiss babbles in his head, hoping the message is conveyed. And it is. Just as he finishes the thought, he feels the tip of her circle his hole before wiggling her way inside. 

Swiss struggles to keep his mouth clamped shut so he does not fill his lungs with water. Having his water element called to the surface makes him slick, but it is nothing compared to a proper water ghoul. He still burns at the stretch of her. Fuck she really is so much thicker like this. He can feel his cock throb inside of Rain as the first set of suckers push past the initial resistance. 

He wishes he could see Rain’s face. See the way he knows it twists in pleasure at being inside of him. But as Rain begins to ride Swiss in earnest, sliding his tentacle in as far as she will go, Swiss thinks his view is perfect. The way his ass and thighs jiggle and bounce is more than enough for Swiss. 

He does his best to watch, he really does, but when those skilled little suckers latch onto his prostate his eyes snap shut. He nearly puts his fang through his lip with how hard he bites down. He feels his whole body burn as the little things massage and undulate. It feels like lightning shooting hot down his spine and through his legs. He wants to move, needs to move, needs to fuck up into Rain and chase his building orgasm. But the pressure of the water and Rain keeps him still. He can barely lift his hips to meet each of Rain’s downstrokes. 

He needs it so bad though. His claws dig into Rain’s hips, enough to dot the water around them with small clouds of red. Rain clenches hard around him as the zap of pain. His rhythm falters for only a moment before he gets back into, grinding on Swiss’ cock faster than before. He is close again already. 

Swiss can feel it in his mind, the buzz of Rain’s presence. He does not hear words, but the feeling is so great it is unmistakable what Rain wants from him. Wants them to cum together. And Swiss could never deny his little fishy. 

It starts with Rain stuttering to a halt as he clenches, cumming hard on Swiss cock. Swiss is close behind. A few more thrusts from his tentacle and bubbles pour from his mouth as he empties his balls inside of Rain’s dripping cunt. He cannot tell if his ears are ringing because the pressure is finally getting to him or he just came that hard. Either way, when he finally blinks open his eyes he feels his head spinning. 

Swiss is not aware of the world until it gets brighter, the water gets warmer. Rain is pulling him back up to the surface. When they breach, Swiss sucks in a lung full of air. He clings to Rain like he will go right back down if he lets go. Though he just might. Every limb feels like jelly. Even floating on his own is too much. He might as well be made of stone. 

But then he hears his favorite sound in the world and all of a sudden he feels that much lighter. Swiss sluggishly turns his head to look at Rain as he laughs and a smile spreads on his face. 

“What’s so funny princess?” His voice sounds hoarse. 

“You’re never this tired after you cum. It’s kind of cute actually.” Rain readjust his grip on Swiss to make sure his head stays above the water. 

“Oh I wonder why that is. Maybe, just maybe, it’s because I got a tentacle shoved up my ass at the bottom of the lake.” 

“You liked it.” 

“Debatable.” 

Rain looks absolutely wounded, putting a hand over his chest. But then he grins, “Well if you’re not sure we can always go back under.” 

“Insatiable whore,” Swiss kisses up his jaw to his lips, “give me like ten minutes to breathe first.” 

“Your insatiable whore.” Rain mutters against his lips before properly kissing him back. They float there for what feels like an eternity, tasting each other and clinging as close as they can. They would stay for longer if not for the interruption. 

“So if you two are done with whatever this is, everyone is waiting for you,” Dew calls from the shore where he stands with his arms crossed. 

They jump apart, snapping their heads in his direction. Rain scowls at Dew but Swiss smiles and waves. “We’ll be there, don’t you worry your pretty little head firefly.” 

Rain sighs and Swiss just squeezes him, “Oh don’t worry princess. I’ll happily let you drag me back out here after cake.” 

Rain begins to snap his tail through the water, propelling them to shore and to a waiting Dewdrop. A hint of a smile makes Rain’s lips twitch, “I beat you to the water. I get the cake.” 

“Hey now. The deal was the last slice. Not the whole damn thing.” 

Rain only hums and gives him a look. One that says Swiss is going to have to run back to the den if he wants to get a taste of his summoning day treat. As his feet make contact with the wet sands of the shallows he shouts at Dew, “Get back to the den!” 

He gives Swiss the most confused look he has ever seen. Rain does not give him time to even comprehend the message. He drops Swiss on the shore and takes off back towards the Ministry. 

Still completely naked.

Swiss and Dew watch him go in silence for a moment. “Well,” Swiss finally breaks it, “I can’t be mad at him from this angle.” 

Dew blinks, slowly tearing his eyes away from Rain’s ass as he runs. “He’s always fucked up after spending the day with you.” 

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Swiss hauls himself up to his feet. His trunks are halfway down his thighs. He groans as he pulls them back up. 

“It means you make him weird.” Dew begins collecting their towels and throwing them into the bags they brought. 

“Maybe you’re the one who makes him weird. Maybe I just make him normal.” 

“Right. Get your ass over here and help me.” 

Swiss pouts, “But it’s my summoning day.” 

Dew looks thoroughly unamused, raising an eyebrow at him. Swiss grins at him, but does walk over and help him pack up all their stuff. He cannot wait to get back. Back to his pack. Back to Rain. They still have the rest of the night to celebrate. He plans on making good on his word. Maybe instead of going back to the lake he will convince Rain to recreate their moment on dry land. Let everyone in the den hear. 

That would be the perfect end to a perfect day.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

Crazy over you x Min Yoongi

[HYBRID AU]

FINAL

18+

The last bite

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Bunny Hybrid, Hoseok/assistant.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

Authors Note: okay that’s a lot to unpack here!! First of all, I’m sorry for any grammatical errors, second I hope you guys like the last bite of this story, truly I cannot thank you guys enough for waiting and being here with me in this journey!! Let me know what you all think in the comments and see you guys!! 💖

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Everything felt so unreal ever since we left the clinic. I had went through all the documents already, Jin and me signed all the forms for Yoongis adoption and we had already meet before taking our leave.

I couldn’t believe it even tho me and Jin were heading to my new apartment, taking the snake hybrid to my home where he would live for the rest of his life from now on. With Jin being his brother he wanted to be in charge of the entire process - and he wanted to see Yoongi finally free and in a comfortable home. I was glad Jin was there the whole time, i felt like i could lean on him if i felt nervous and i was only able to carry on with this process because of him.

We exchanged many smiles on the way, both of us shared the same fellings of excitement right now. Yoongi was in a different car behind us to accommodate him better, the white van was spacious and was safer for him to be transported to his destination.

It has been two weeks since i finished setting my knew apartment and making new adjustments to ensure it would be a comfortable environment for a hybrid Snake to live in, things i never once considered for myself i was now buying for him. I felt so nervous about the whole situation i made the decision to get a new place entirely for him, i feared my old small apartment would feel like a cage for him and immediately stared looking for a new place for us. This time he would have his own room, the apartment was simple but spacious i made very clear that a bigger place was a must when I meet with the agent.

I took some time off my work so I could be there for the first few weeks with Yoongi and help him adapt, I knew that with drastic changes he would be at his most sensitive moment for him and I was glad to have Jin by my side. He was so polite with everything, I couldn’t ask for a better friend and on top of that Yoongi was his brother. I could trust him and so could Yoongi.

When we had started the adopting process, Jin finally decided to talk things out with Yoongi and come clean about being his brother. It was a lot to unpack for Yoongi and unfortunately he didn’t liked the facts that much but, they’ve been trying. It wasn’t going to be an easy or quick thing to fix, I can’t blame Yoongi too. He has been living his whole life alone without family and now Jin appears to be his brother, both males were mature enough to know better then push a relationship they never had.

So far I knew they’ve been doing their best at being friends with each other, but they still need time.

When the car stopped in front of the building, my heart was almost coming out of my chest I felt an immense pressure the entire drive but even now it was like I was about to burst in all directions.

I shared one look with Jin before the both of us got out of the car, the van parked right behind his. I made my way around it towards the back as the staff opened the back doors to get Yoongi out.

For safety reasons he had to be on his collar but other than that he was completely free.

The weather today was nice, I felt great knowing it.

I watched as Yoongi came out of the car on his own, eyes wide open watching every little thing around him in complete awe, the sun shined over him making his scales noticeably lighter. I reached my hand out for him, his eyes immediately turning to mine as he walked towards me.

I geve him a small nervous smile, he looked me up and down before closing his hand around mine. This was the first time we were seeing each other outside the clinic, the first time he saw me as just me. Not his doctor.

I couldn’t decipher what was going on in his mind in that moment, he had a neutral expression. But he kept looking at every corner of my face, maybe wondering if this was truly real. That he was here.

Jin walked right behind with us as we entered the building, no one said anything but the silence was comforting in a way.

As the elevator begin to go up Yoongi stood closer to me, hand sneaking around my waist making me turn to him to give him a smile. This time he shyly smiled back, looking down at our hands still intertwined. I have been thinking about how our lives would be from now, what we would do together and how it would feel to be so close to him everyday. At first i was nervous, it is something the two of us never experienced before and i kept thinking: this is much different then being with him as his doctor. That thought made me nervous, but now, as we stand so close to each other i don’t feel nervous anymore. I don’t have to be someone else with him and i can just be myself. Not long after the doors opened and we all left at the same time, a few feet away in that long corridor was my new apartment, I was excited for everything that would come after we cross that door.

Yoongi must’ve notice, because I felt his hold in my hand slightly tightened. Immediately feeling his presence putting my nervousness at ease as I looked up into his eyes, his thumb caressing over the back of my hand the whole time.

The door had a smart digital lock, it was fancy and i wasn’t used with that knowing how forgetful I could be at times I made sure to have the pass code writing inside my wallet and after pressing the password in it feeling the snake hybrid eyes fallowing my every move, the door opened.

I let both Jin and Yoongi get in first standing behind to close the door, while i put my things on the small table beside the shoe rack stealing glances at the two. I watch as the brothers look around the entrance room.

The living room was the biggest part of the apartment and as soon as I entered i’m welcomed by simple but modern atmosphere of the living room, the apartment had a glass wall and we could see the entire city from the living room. I catch Jin looking around amazed as Yoongi looks around the white couch running his hands over the fabric.

- this view is incredible - Jin said, turning to face me.

- please, Jin we both know your house is much bigger than mine - i said, walking up to him.

- yeah…. But i don’t have this view. Is almost like a 3D movie screen.

- I know right, I fell in love with it and I knew I had to get it - I tell him - at night is even more beautiful.

- I can imagine… - he says - you gotta invite me sometime for dinner sometime.

- oh yeah… besides Yoongi could use a friend- I said, pointing out were the hybrid has been this whole time.

My eyes instantly turning back to Yoongi, he seemed to be lost in thought looking around the room and touching everything. Anything i learned about snake hybrids is their sensitivity towards certain fabrics, their dopamine levels rise up around comfortable fabrics. Yoongi looked the happiest naked in a nest of velvet covers at the clinic, i still remember the day i wore a pencil black skirt with said fabric and he couldn’t stop touching it. With his words: it scratched a part of his brain he never knew. It was like giving catnip to a cat for the first time, for that reason i had to pick all the house furnitures very carefully. I can’t have a overstimulated snake hybrid walking around the apartment.

- what do you think? - I ask him, walking towards him - I change some things around for you and I also did some research for your room.

He didn’t answer at first, eyes shined brighter taking in every part of the room before focusing on me. He still wore the clinic uniform and it was hard to believe he was mine like that, i was eager to see him in the clothes I bought for him. I wanted for him to experience all of the world, things he was never able to before.

He was still probably processing everything that was going on in that moment, i knew for a fact that it would take some time for him to adapt fully to this new environment. He has a lot to learn.

- this all is just for us? - he softly asked, as if not believing - just us?

- yes, just you and me - I assured him, taking his hand in mine running my thumb over his knuckles - is our home.

He smiled, looking down to hide the soft shade of pink on his checks. Not being able to hold much longer I close my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug which he immediately fell into. Holding into me just as tight and almost tripping us over.

A sight of relief left my lips, he was finally free and he trusted me enough to be here with me. One thing about our clinic adoption process is mutuality, it has so many layers but the most important one is how both the hybrid and potential owners feel about each other. Once you apply for adoption, two meetings are required. One with the director and doctors of the hybrid and one with the hybrid, that way both parts get to know each other better. Not every clinic works this way, but now that Jin was fully in control of the clinic he made sure all the procedures regarding the hybrid’s adoption were done correctly and with much care.

Letting go of Yoongi slowly I pull him by the hand to the other side of the room, towards the kitchen.

- let’s continue the tour.. - I said, as the two fallow me.

I show him and Jin around the house properly, starting with the kitchen on the right side of the apartment, the dining table was what separated the living room from it, highlighted by the chandelier above the round dining table.

The laundry room was close to the kitchen, everything here was simple and neat. I didn’t try to get any extravagant items or forniture it hasn’t been long since I moved here anyway, and i wasn’t really a fan of colorful and expensive things. The apartment was minimalist but comfortable, although the apartment did came with a billiard table from the last owner.

On the left side of the apartment was where our rooms were in a small corridor after the space where the billiard table had been placed, in a place like this usually people would put a piano there but i was sure the last owner was a men. Who would leave a billiard table behind and put it in there?

- don’t tell me you got that? - Jin asked pointing out the said table, a tone of mischief on his voice as he stared at me with a grin.

- it came with the apartment… those things are expensive and as much as I’m the best when it comes to this game, I wouldn’t buy a pool table Jinnie - i said, the three of us stopped in front of the table.

- yeah, you wouldn’t…. But now you definitely need to envite me for dinner - he said, walking around the table.

- said the guy that literally has his own play ground at home - i tease.

- but i dont have you to lose to me there - he teased back.

- don’t go there… you know i never lose - i said.

We would continue on arguing jokingly, but i felt Yoongi pulling on my hand turning me fully towards him.

- what’s this game thing? - he asked, almost innocently but i saw how he would look behind me at Jin earning a chuckle from him.

They are brothers. And i was here thinking - more like hoping, praying for the gods - that his jealousy would disappear once he finds that out, but now both males keep getting on my nerves with that. Jin knows how possessive Yoongi gets and he teases his brother in every chance he gets, using that against him and then Yoongi does the same thing and so on i have to stand between the two as they carry on arguing about who’s the best and the list goes on. To think they both are adults.

- is a fun game… i’ll teach you when we are alone - i tell him, which earned me a smirk from the hybrid. I feared the game was his least priority once we’re alone.

With that i carry on the little tour on the last rooms of the house, first showing Yoongis room which was in front of mine. I made sure to get him a spacious bed with his favorite covers, the silk and velvet were a dream to sleep on he wasn’t wrong about that. So much i got those for my room as well.

- this is your room - I tell him, opening the door for him to enter - I made sure to make is as comfortable as possible but if there is anything you would like to add or change you can just tell me.

He stood in front of the king size bed, eyes roaming around every corner of the room attentively. I didn’t add much decoration for his room, not knowing what he would like i thought it would be better if he choose what he wants.

I watched him carefully wanting to catch all of his expressions, sharing a look with Jin who seemed to be just as excited as i was in that moment i could swear i saw tears under his eyes.

And i understand him, he was watching as his brother finally got a home of his own. Despite everything he got his brother the freedom he always deserved.

- I like it… - Yoongi said sitting over the bed.

I exchanged a smile with Jin, chuckling as the he turned to wipe the tears off his face and so on I continued with the last part of the tour.

[…]

…. 3 days later ….

I had made the decision to take a few weeks off from work to focus fully on accommodating Yoongi at home, it was something new for the both of us and I was so nervous at the beginning i didn’t get any sleep the first night but now that three days have gone by I felt like my nervousness was all for nothing.

Yoongi was adapting so well it was almost as if he had lived here his whole life, he learned so fast and without even asking for help. It was like watching a drama unfold right in front of me, I was there insisting on helping him at every second but all it took was one glance and he managed everything by himself, I thought the first days with him being in the same space as me would be the hardest ones but it was truly so peaceful. I was worried over nothing when it came to Yoongi, three days out of the clinic and he already learned how to cook.

Three days again before Jin left ha and i had made the decision to stop giving Yoongi suppressants, now that he’s in a safer space having his own space helps ease the situation for his heat. It would take some time for it to come back so i would have enough time to prepare myself for it, the two of us haven’t really talked about it yet. None of us mentioned what happened at the clinic and i was too nervous to say anything now, busying myself with his adaptation here trying to get away with it. We needed to talk about that, i knew that, but things weren’t as easy. We were so different from each other deep down i was just afraid I wouldn’t be able to give him what needed.

Before anything three days ago Jin and I had a talk with Yoongi about all his protocols from now, he agreed on the stop of the suppressants and for the future exams and check ups it would only be needed to take twice a year every six months, to ensure his health is good.

Everything aside, I couldn’t lie even if I wanted to.

For the first time in my life I was waking up in the morning every day for more then just doing my duties, I had reason to wake up with a smile on my face every morning knowing I would see him there.

The past days Yoongi created a routine of his own, he would usually wake up before me and make us coffee. Stand behind the kitchen counter while he stared at the window wall as the sunlight shined through, making the entire room look like a golden dream.

Every morning my heart was filled with so much happiness, just the sight of him made any worries disappear completely and today it wasn’t any different.

I made my way to the kitchen while closing my sleeping robe, fallowing the sweet scent of hot coffee.

- morning… - I said, gaining his attention as i entered the kitchen.

I walked around the counter where he stood, eyes locked on his as he put the mug down closing his arms around my body in a tight hug. The smell of coffee filled the entire apartment deliciously.

- morning… - he mumbled raspy over my ear, moving just enough to plant a kiss over my lips. Quick and soft.

- how did you sleep last night? - I ask him.

I watched as his features immediately changed into a bitter one as soon as the words left my lips, I knew exactly what was coming after that but the way he scrunched his nose was so cute I couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped my lips, which I immediately tried to hide the moment he tried to move away from me. Immediately holding his waist tighter pushing him against the counter.

- awfully…. So terribly uncomfortable I nearly had any sleep and is all your fault - he said, hands falling over mines.

- I know, I know… - i blinked cutely, fallowing his face at every turn he made to avoid my gaze.

- no, im not taking it anymore… - he said, a pout forming on his lips and I had bit my own lip to hold back another mischievous giggle.

He’s been acting so cute lately it was making so hard for me to resist, it was like the old grumpy snake hybrid I once knew was gone and was replaced by a cute pouty snake hybrid.

- i’m so sorry my pookie… - i watched as his ears immediately turned red over the nickname i gave him, even the slightest and most innocent nickname was enough to make him turn red and hide his face shyly. I was at the point of bursting watching him.

- no… i’m not your… whatever that is you said - he turned away to the side, his scales shined like golden petals over the sunrise coming through the window.

- all of this because I didn’t let you sleep with me? I thought you liked your own room.

- I do… but I thought that now that we are both alone here, you wouldn’t be away from me - he turned back, staring down at my eyes.

- we’ve been through this already…

The truth is that ever since we’ve been here, we only went as far as a few kisses on the couch while we cuddled. Our nights just as our morning were spent completely stick together on the couch, the tv would play some aleatory movie the we never payed much attention to honestly.

He would usually fall asleep over me while I run my fingers through his hair not so long after i would fall asleep, until one of us wakes up hungry and the kitchen becomes a playground for the curious snake hybrid.

- I just want you to have some space to figure things out, especially now that you’re clean from suppressants it could be a bit overwhelming and I don’t want you to have a hard time - I tell him, running my hands over his waist down his hips.

- you care too much for me - he says, finally giving in and smiling softly.

- always - I said, leaning towards his chest to plant a quick kiss the the exposed skin.

- don’t think you’re free from this discussion… - he said, voice sounding much lower this time.

I looked up at his eyes our faces bearly centimeters away, noses brushing softly against each other.

- what discussion? - I pushed innocently, making him scoff over my lips.

- you’re gonna make me lose scales, y/n.

I felt his smile grow the moment i closed the distance between our lips, warmth rising up all over my body the second his hands traveled over my back up and down, softly scratching over the fabric of my robe.

Until the growling of my stomach interrupted us.

- what are hiding in there? - He teased poking my belly and my cheeks burned shyly like wild fire.

- funny… - I dry laughed makings the snake chuckle even more.

- well let’s give it some food before you eat me for breakfast - he teased.

I hit his shoulder playfully and we begin with our morning routine, making some breakfast for the both of us while he seats there watching me.

… 6pm …

We’ve been entangled on the couch the past two hours, binge watching a new drama. Earlier Yoongi decided to spent almost two hours in the bathtub, he used three bottles of bubble bath and made a mess all over his bathroom saying it was my fault for not letting him shower with me. But in the end he cleaned up his mess so i wasn’t mad about it anymore, craving popcorn i was ready to make some butter popcorn when Yoongi said he would made them for me and I shouldn’t have left him alone in the kitchen to pick a movie. He managed to burn it and almost set the fire alarm of the apartment, i was speechless. But i just couldn’t get angry at him, he looked so devastated after burning the popcorn he had the biggest pout on his lips.

I took the charge of making the popcorn again and told him to wait in the living room but he stayed and said he would watch me so he could learn, I thought nothing of it and just continue my business to focus to notice the snake hybrid sliding closer the moment i turned to place the now done popcorn into a bowl.

A gasp leaving my lips in instant surprise the moment the snake holds me from behind, i giggle feeling he sink his face a the curve of my neck. He’s been doing that a lot lately finding amusement on catching me off guard just to tease on my weak spot, i held on his arms turning my face toward his kissing the tip of his nose. He smiled holding me tighter.

Yoongi has been gaining some weight since he left the clinic and i was trying to keep my composure at how fast he was getting stronger, he wasn’t the small snake hybrid left to die at the clinic anymore. Yoongi was growing muscles and eating better then he was before, he looked much healthier now and i was happy for him.

I leaned against his chest, feeling the woody scent surrounding us. After three bottles of bubble bath he at least gonna smell nice for days now. I chuckled at the thought turning to face him, never letting his touch slide off my body he smirked at me.

- is this… - i leaned closer to his face, smelling alcohol on his lips - is this whiskey?

- is that what it is? - he asked, innocently.

In that moment i was hit by a wave of shock, i was completely at loss for words, looking closer at him i realized he was fully drunk. Cheeks red and eyes bearly open not to forget the smell of whiskey on his breath. Just when did he drink so much? I turned my back for three seconds?

I wanted to curse myself for being such an alcoholic in that moment, maybe i should’ve hidden my supply of alcohol in my room and not right beside the pool table. What was i even thinking? Yoongi is free now and just like a kid, of course he’s gonna take a taste of everything new to him.

- how much did you drink? - i asked, worried. This was the first time I heard of a hybrid drinking alcohol, god knows what kind of side effects that could have on him.

- a cup? I dont really know - he mumble.

- a cup? Shit… how did you drink that? - i was so utterly worried.

- with my mouth? - he said, sarcasm dripping down his lips like the whiskey in his breath.

- no way Sherlock…. - i held my temples leaning away from him. Just what am i gonna do with a drunken snake hybrid now?

- why? Was i suppose to drink from yours….? - he chuckled drunkenly, making me look up at him with red cheeks.

This kind of side effects is what i was trying to avoid.

- you… - i didn’t even knew what to say, he just stood there laughing as if this was the funniest thing to him.

And for that small moment i laughed with him, i don’t think ive ever seen him this happy. Gummies out at how big he was smiling, chest moving up and down faster he could bearly hold himself up while laughing. Jin is gonna love this.

- okay dunk boy, eat - i shove some popcorn on his mouth - i need you less drunk now.

He nodded while eating. I took the bowl of popcorn with me in one hand and the snake hybrid with the other to the living room, the movie was playing on the TV but failed to catch my attention. As i put the popcorn on the coffee table i made a small run for the bar beside the pool table, looking over the bottles i found one still opened and in that moment i wanted to kill Yoongi - he drunk half a bottle of jack.

- you drunk half a bottle! - i gasped, turning to him.

He sat on the couch legs crossed with my bowl of popcorn watching me as if i was the crazy one.

- you have so many…. - he mumbled, throwing one popcorn on his mouth - also i wasn’t gonna drink much… but it was so weak, i had few more gulps.

Weak.

Half a bottle of jack was weak for him.

- this movie sucks… - he said, getting up.

- what?

My mind was failing to comprehend anything that was happening right now. Maybe i should call Jin.

- I’m calling your brother… - i said, making a turn to go on my room get my phone.

Before i could take even a single step towards my room i was pulled by the hand and turned towards the snake hybrid, he had a drunken smile on his lips while he looked down at me. Mischief shined through his dark eyes like never before - note to self: hide all the alcohol under my bed.

- lets play instead… - he suggested looking over the billiard table - if you win against me, you call Jin.

I scoffed.

- and supposedly if i don’t? - i said, closing my arms over my chest.

- i get to decide that later…. - he said.

- careful Yoongi…. - i warned - you learned this only yesterday.

- but i learned from you - he teased back.

- and i never lose…. - i said taking one cue stick, smothing the tip with the chalk.

This was going to be quick.

- who starts? - i asked, watching Yoongi fallow my moves getting a cue stick and smothing the tip with chalk.

- you start… pookie - he said.

I chuckled at the nickname. This snake hybrid has no idea was coming.

I position myself over the table aiming at the white ball, striking it quick at the color balls i put two whites on the wholes. A confident smirk rising up to my lips.

- sorry… looks like I’m wining already - i tease, walking around the table eyes looking straight into his.

If he was nervous or not i didn’t know he seemed to be focused on me only, but I couldn’t blame him. I was gonna win this in no time.

I position myself once again aiming for a ball closer to a corner whole and in the corner of my eye i notice Yoongi moving to the other side, now focusing back at my aim the cue stick slides between my fingers and just as I’m about to strike Yoongi corners me from behind hands over my hips making me lose completely my chance.

I scoffed turning to look at the sly snake behind me.

- ops… you missed that one - he smirked, pointing at my missed move.

- i wonder why?

- maybe you’re not that good after all…. - he mumbles, walking around the table to strike his move.

I wasn’t expecting him to get it on the first try and that was my mistake, he did learned from me after all.

He gets four balls in without missing after that, I swallowed hard feeling my pride hurt bit by bit. He just learned that how is he doing it as if he was born in a billiard table, i couldn’t believe it..

When he strikes another one I’m already moving towards the mini bar besides the tale, filling myself a cup and drinking all in one gulp. When I turn back Yoongi is watching me with a cunning smirk.

This sly snake was getting on my nerves - i never lose.

- is hot out of a sudden, don’t you think? - i say, playful. He stared the game going dirty and so will i.

Opening the bottoms of my blouse one by one I quickly take it off, keeping on the white crop top i wore to sleep. Putting my hair to the side to expose more of my shoulders.

- aren’t you gonna play? - i press, smiling innocently.

There was another minute he didn’t move, eyes staring me up and down while he licked over his bottom lip. He cleared his throat before positioning himself to strike, but just as i expected he missed.

- ops… - it was my turn to tease, positioning myself right beside him in strike my move.

Once i get my hands on to strike i never miss a single ball, i grew up playing this no one can beat me at my game. Right now i was almost finish, glancing up at Yoongi every now and then i notice he was starting to grow nervous. I wasn’t gonna call Jin anymore, after the first cup i drank another and another cup. I wasn’t weak for drinks, but i was having so much fun with Yoongi now i had long forgotten why i was even going to call Jin.

Two more balls in and i would win, so I position myself to strike the last colorful ball of mines.

- i could mate with you over this table…. - Yoongi mumbled more to himself but i heard exactly what he said.

It made me lose completely my chance to strike.

- maybe i should do that when i win this game - he looked up at me, smirk dancing in the corners of his lip placing the cue stick over the table.

He walked around the table towards me, like i was his prey in that moment and he was ready to take me as his victim. Yoongis words were like his poison, infiltrating my mind with thoughts I wouldn’t ever consider myself.

Like him bending me over this billiard table right now and doing everything he wants. Maybe I should let him win this time.

Once he was right there in front of me, he took the cue stick of my hand and placed over the table. Pushing me against the table with his body he rested his forehead over mine, hands falling over my hips he drew small circles with his thumbs.

- you win… - he whispered - but don’t call my brother, i feel like throwing up.

- that’s not because of Jin - i chuckled - you drank too much, come on… lets get you some meds pookie.

I caressed his face softly before taking his hand in mine to guide him back to the kitchen, my guess was that hybrids were much weaker for alcohol and it affected them much faster then for us humans. So i was quick to him some medicine before taking him with me to the couch and let him rest some more till he sober up.

It didn’t took him much longer before he was back at being his usual cute self and i finally found a movie to pass time, the popcorn was cold now but i still ate half of it.

The bowl of popcorn half empty sat on the small table in front of the couch, Yoongi was half asleep between my legs while I run my fingers thought his hair caressing the back of his neck every now and then.

I had a mind full of thoughts about today, i was sure that his het would start soon and after tonight that thought was rotted inside my head. Maybe the mention of mating tonight set that alarm in my head and I remember all what i was preparing myself for.

- you should tell me when you feel your heat coming - I tell him, quietly.

- what if I don’t? - he teased, lifting his head from my belly watching me attentively with a tired smirk over his pink lips.

- I’ll just found out on my own then - i shrugged.

- like you did before? - he chuckled.

- hey!

- for someone who knows so much about us it took you so long to find out i was in heat - he said.

- only because you were the first snake hybrid on my care - I explained - and you lied to me about it, remember?

- yeah… but I didn’t lied about yours - he says, eyes suddenly turning darker.

- well, I’m not… I mean, now… - I stumbled on my words, it felt so weird trying to explain him how different it happens for humans especially since is different from woman to men.

- I know, I can smell on your skin… - he said, making the curiosity go wild on my head.

- how? What does it smell like? - I ask - I truly can’t tell.

- humm… - he purrs lowly, supporting his hands at both sides of my head to pull himself up.

He leans down burring his face on my neck, taking a deep breath in.

- when your in heat, you smell like… lust - he whispers - and when you’re not, you smell like…

He moves away slowly, looking into my eyes eyebrows furred in concentration as if looking for the right words, lips half open over mine, the more seconds that went by the more he seemed to get lost in a maze.

- warmth… - he whispered - it makes me want to be completely stuck around your arms and never leave.

[…]

… 2 days later …

I could tell his heat was getting closer to a start after the two days that went by. Yoongi became insanely clingy the last couple days and It wouldn’t be a problem of course, but the snake hybrid simply decided to steal the keys of the apartment just so i wouldn’t leave and so far I wasn’t even able to step one foot out in the past days.

I searched the entire apartment already and I couldn’t find the damn keys, if only his behavior had stuck with the clingy part but he also became annoyingly a tease. In every sense.

His heat had already started and he could’ve taken me as his so many times, but i wasn’t ready and i kept pushing him away and not letting him sleep in my room. For that reason he’s been acting out on me ever since.

The mornings we used to share with innocent kisses and a light delicious breakfast, turned into make out sessions over the kitchen counter and nonstop teasing while i try to cook, our afternoons of binge watching dramas turned into marking and scenting sessions for him. But it was just the beginning, Yoongi could still control his rut pretty well and he used that against me every morning.

The first time he started to scent me was when everything went down hill and i knew it would only get harder for him to control it.

I trusted him to tell me when his heat begin to show so i could help him and I was confident it would take at least a few more days, that was my mistake. And again I didn’t notice the signs.

A few days ago when the weather had changed so drastically, it had been raining since late that morning. So the two of us decided to just cuddle on the couch for the rest of the day, i was usually the bigger spoon when we cuddle but the cold weather made me seek warmth on Yoongi. Not knowing what was going on with his sudden quietness i just brushed off as him being tired and held him tighter, every minute that passed I grew more sleepy from his soft caress on my back, hugging him and burning my face on the curve of his neck.

My body was just seconds before completely falling asleep when he moved, i groan against his chest in disagreement while he pulled me down with him between his legs.

He stared to softly place kisses over my cheek, down my jawline and brushing my hair away with his fingers to expose the skin of my neck. Kisses slowly fading into more needy touches while the second passes and I was complete unaware of it, until soft kisses turned into deep and wet ones.

I was fully alert and ready to lean away from him, my wrist was closed to his neck placed beside his head to support me up but he was quick to stop me as if predicting what I was going to do, he held my hand towards him to pull me back.

- just a little more…. - he murmured over my ear, voice soft but low and raspy as if he was drunk - I won’t do anything… just, stay a bit more like this….

He didn’t move until every part of my body fully gave in, he took his chance in that moment and bit into the curve of my neck. Not enough to sink his poison on me, just enough to leave a red mark on my skin for days.

After that he did let me go, but things were different now that his heat has stared. I wasn’t one to complain, i loved every minute i spent under his touch. He wanted to torture me for not letting him sleep beside me, but his ways of torturing consisted only on teasing me till I can’t take it and then leaving me all flustered.

It was late a night and i was getting ready to sleep already when i decided to questioned him about his heat. The door to his room was always open, i watched him from the corridor moving side to side before entering his room.

- are you okay with you heat? Do you think is gonna get bad any time soon?

- no… I can control it right now - he said, while picking a change of clothes to shower.

- okay… - I murmured looking around his room seeing as how neat everything looked - you didn’t make a nest?

He scoffed before turning around to fully look at me.

- i would… but someone doesn’t wanna let me sleep with her - he said, making my cheeks run hot.

Before I could even let another word leave my lips he was pulling his silky shirt off, making a mess of his hair and exposing all his torso to my eyes.

It was not something new to me but it always made me go insane how beautiful he looked, every time it felt like i was seeing him for the first time. His scales looked much healthier and shiny now, i notice how they seemed to have grown even more towards his v line. Shiny lines almost unnoticeable at how delicate they were on his milky skin, making he look like a diamond.

- wanna watch me undress? - he teased.

- is my house - I said back, eyes rooming every centimeter of his body shamelessly making him chuckle.

He walked towards me quickly closing the distance between us two, using his own body to push me against the wall.

Just like that all the air was gone from my lungs, the heat radiating from his body so intensely it felt like a warm blanket surrounded me. And again those dark glossy eyes were focus on mine like they used to at the clinic, making chills run wild down my spine.

Every part of my skin knew his touch so well and urged for him.

- I need my keys - I blurted nervously, finally remembering the reason why I came here.

- no… - he said.

- please Yoongi, I can’t be stuck here anymore… - I plead, finding the courage to look up into his intense eyes filled with darkness.

He didn’t say anything at first, the snake switched looks between my eyes and lips in that moment. Maybe calculating his options? Or just thinking about how he’ll tease me later for it.

- let me sleep with you from now on and I’ll tell you where they are - he said, a smirk filling his lips teasingly.

I took a deep breath before deciding on what to do, it had to happen sooner or later. I knew that. I just wished I could’ve prepared myself more for what was to come the moment i decided to let him in, the two of us kept saying it was all just for sleep but deep down it was obvious. The moment we are alone over that bed we wont be sleeping anymore.

- okay.

I needed the keys and in that moment I had no idea where that would even lead me, he said he had his heat under control and o trusted that. But far way in my mind something keeps telling me he was far away from any control.

- keys? - I asked, making his smile grow even more.

- my back pocket - he said, as if it wasn’t anything.

- no way… - i was not believing but he just shrugged at me still smirking - it was with you this whole time?

- put your hands inside it if you don’t believe me - he dared.

I swallowed hard blinking a hundred times - his back pocket, he meant his ass my keys were in his ass this whole time - before slowly moving my left hand towards his back pocket, face burning like a damn volcano about to explode. I couldn’t even look at his face in that moment, he knew exactly what he was doing.

I bit my bottom lip the second my hand slide down his ass, feeling the skin over the thin layer of his silky pants. Sucking in a breath as my eyes looked anywhere but the snake hybrid in front of me.

- oh… - i exale, looking straight back at him. It was empty.

He smirk grew wider, leaning even closer to me.

- wrong pocket.. - he whispered over my lips.

I swallowed hard again, looking down between us too nervous to stare into his dark glossy eyes but inhaling fast at the sight of his deep v line covered in scales so close to me.

No, i used to treat his wounds. I shouldn’t be nervous right now. This is nothing.

Body burning in nerves I reach for the other pocket with my right hand, feeling his minty breath brush against my face teasingly. Sliding my hand one more time down his ass, reaching inside his pocket.

He leaned closer making my attention go back to his face, this time he looked as nervous as I was. Eyes bearly open, bottom lip caged between his teeth.

The more my hand moved down his bum the harder he bit into the flash and just then I felt the cold metal of the keys and quickly grabbed them.

His expression changed fast after that, leaning away from me as quick as he could.

- we’ll sleep in your room… - he said, before turning away to leave for the bathroom.

[…]

After a long bath I went to check on Yoongi to see if he was still in his room but i didn’t find him there, going straight back to my own room while i tried to massage away the pain on my neck only to find the snake hybrid shirtless all spread over my bed.

- where your clothes? - I asked.

- don’t look at me like that…. - he said sitting up - everything felt itchy on my scales.

- oh…. Should I take a look at them for you? - I said making my way towards him, when my thumb pressed a painful spot on my neck i groan out in discomfort.

- no is fine… - he slides towards the end of the bed were I stood - what’s with your neck?

- I don’t know, i think I’ve slept in a bad position last night it’s hurting a lot now…. - I say - are you sure you’re fine? I can….

- I’m fine, come here - he interrupted me, pulling me by the hand making me straddle his waist.

- Yoongi….

- shh… - he smiled softly, pulling the hair away from my neck - let me take care of you, hum?

I blink nodding, watching his attention drift to my shoulder as he pulls the shirt slightly down to expose more of my neck. He begins to carefully press at the curve of my neck with his fingers, my body was immediately filled by relief as he worked his way around my neck and shoulder.

- I can feel some tension here… - he murmured pressing a bit harder at the curve, and my eyes rolled back in relief.

He chuckled lowly at my reaction, holding my hair away with his free hand to continue his work.

- if you had been sleeping with me you wouldn’t be sore like this… - he teased.

It was my turn to chuckle.

- lies… - I said, staring into his eyes.

He looked back with the same amount of dirtiness on his mind and I decided it was my turn to make him red.

- where’s my nest? - I asked, holding myself from bursting out laughing the second he catch what i said.

He looked extremely worried and embarrassed, almost chocking at his own words.

- oh my god…. - I laughed out, closing my arms around his neck - sorry pookie… I was just teasing.

I kissed his forehead.

- I’ll wait for you to make one for us… - I whispered to him.

- I thought you didn’t like them… - he confessed.

- what do you mean? I like it - I assure him, caressing the back of his neck. Resting my forehead on his.

In just seconds he had me pulled against him and turned us over the bed, hovering over me between my legs. A gasp had left my lips at the sudden movement, holding into him tighter until his eyes opened again staring down at mine in complete lust.

I didn’t expected him to act so quickly after asking for a nest jokingly, it was stupid of me.

He got up lazily eyes still glued in mine, I watch as he made his way towards the closet getting back with three more covers.

He was going to make a nest for me.

He dropped them at my feet before taking one at the time and laying them around me until he was satisfied with it, he had a focused expression on his soft features and then when he was finally done he looked me up before saying anything.

- I wanted this ever since I first saw you at the clinic… - he said, hovering over my body slowly - I want you for the rest of my life, y/n.

Staring into his glossy dark eyes once again, I’ve never felt more out of breath. Every moment with him had been so intense lately, as if all the cells in my body were anticipating this moment knowing what would happen, urging it to happen.

- bite me… - he whispered over my lips - like you did last time.

It was different than last time, at that time us being together was completely forbidden but now we are free, we have each other.

Pulling him closer I kissed his lips, not taking any more seconds. Groaning into his mouth every time his skin came in touch with mine, feeling shivers burning down my body never failing to drive me insane.

I was so high already and we had just stared, trailing my fingers down his back and earning a few groans from him. He bit into my bottom lip, leaning away just enough to stare into my eyes.

There was a different glow around him this time, something I haven’t seen before.

His chest moved against mine, hands sliding up and down my sides each time heavier and sometimes scratching over the layers of my clothes, teasing us both by dragging his own need to touch my skin.

The cold tip of his nose delicately moving against the side of my face, his hot breath slowly seeping through his lips over mine. The minty scent from his tongue danced over my lips deliciously but he didn’t do anything. He continued his soft tease, waiting for me to make his wish come true.

I slowly started to feel his back muscles, softly touching over the scales on his body. They felt so soft to touch just like the velvet we were surrounded by, each time I caressed them softly I would feel Yoongi swift over me slightly. His scales were one of his very sweet spots and he continued to squirm and sigh over me at every little touch, making me grow confident and needier.

He was starting to pant against my neck, groaning lowly making the need in me to tease and play him grow more and more. Remembering his little trick with my keys earlier, I let my hands travel down his spine and past his hips. The moment my hands slipped down his ass he squirmed harder, body falling completely over mine and a groan escaped his lips.

In that moment I bit into his shoulder, my teeth and tongue sliding over his skin sinking into his flesh harder just to licking over it. Carving a mark of my own on him.

- mine… - I whisper breathlessly over his ear.

- fuck… - he moaned over my neck, lifting himself enough to stare at my face.

He was biting his own lip, bruising himself enough to draw blood out of it. If it wasn’t now I would be worried for him but, he looked so handsome in such state of lust. I was completely lost in him, capturing his lips in a lustful kiss.

This time his hands had no mercy over my skin and i was completely sure I would find a few bruises here and there but I couldn’t care any less for it, I wanted them and I wanted him.

- mate with me… - he whispered over my lips completely out of breath - be mine y/n… I wanna do this with you, y/n.

I softly caressed his cheeks before nodding, he smiled before leaning down again leaving a long peck on my lips trailing down my jawline and towards my ear, bitting softly at my neck.

I knew what would come for me in that moment, it was a one way trip with no way back.

- make me yours… - I whispered in his ear.

Feeling the harsh bite over the skin under my ear, he sank his poison into it. The feeling was immediate, the first time the snake hybrid had bitten me was so painful and his poison was sickening but tonight it was completely different, I’ve never felt so high before like this before. Completely drunk on him so much even the smallest touch was enough to make me squirm and moan, just looking at him made me drool and needy.

He smirked knowingly traveling his kisses down my chest, hands sliding past my waist and stoping on my hips to grip into the flesh before sliding up inside my shirt.

Ripping off the fabric of my body with his hands, I breathed out lost in his arms. At the same time he was rough his touch was full of love on my skin, every part of me he gripped into he left a kiss over it.

He stares into my eyes with fondness, fingers running along my face pulling my up by the waist with his other hand, that way I’m sitting up with him on his knees between my legs.

I take the chance to run my fingers over his sides, feeling the scales under the tips of my fingers.

He cups my face kissing my lips hungrier, growling over my tongue. His raven hair is mess now, sweat drips down his neck and my fingers as I grip at his locks.

Bringing him closer I bite into his neck again, Yoongi gasp holding waist tighter and probably bruising the skin. But I couldn’t feel any pain, only the burning sensation all over my body driving my out of sense.

He stops the kiss, eyes locked over mine, seem to slightly go out of focus, a pool of stars all for me to stare into.

I push him down against the bed forcing him to lay down, slipping off my last piece of clothing before doing the same to his pants.

Crawling on all fours back to him, I watch as he stares at me in complete awe, Yoongi gulps down biting his on lip while he savor me with his eyes.

- you’re so fucking beautiful… - he murmurs. Eyes glued on me.

I chuckled at his reaction, running my fingers over his tights seeing how his dick twitches at the slightest touch before finally claiming his lips in a kiss.

He moans deeply pulling me closer.

- Mine… - he moans.

- all yours.

He pulls me by the thighs making me straddle his waist, feeling his hard dick press against my pussy deliciousy, sending us both into an overheated state.

I watch as Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut biting his lip as a groan escapes his chest, finger tips rubbing over my thighs leaving marks.

The burning sensation of the pain makes me move my hips against his instinctive, Yoongi’s eyelids flutter and his head tilt back as gasps make his chest heave up and down quickly. Another growl comes out of his chest and he moves his hips forward, the waves of pleasure seeping through my whole body making me shiver and lose control over my upper body, using my hands to keep me up against his chest, feeling how he breaths deep.

My eyes fluttered open to watch his lustful eyes in complete bliss, he squirms underneath me moaning out my name.

The sound of his voice sending shiver down my body, the feeling sends butterflies through my stomach. I let out a deep moan, grinding my hips into his. He growls, digging his nails into my thighs. Then sliding them upwards gripping my boobs, my own hands covering his for support as a continue to move against him.

Yoongi pulls me back against his chest, claiming my lips into a messy kiss. Stopping my hips from moving so he could slide inside me more easily, the feeling of his cock filling me up so good was making my head pound in arousal.

Yoongi moans loudly, trembling under my hands, lips searching for mine desperately, biting into the flesh of my shoulders sinking his poison into me while he moves his hips against mine, I pull the back of his hair biting my own lip in arousal moving my hips with his.

The pleasure is almost unbearable, so good every time I close my eyes I see stars, running my fingers through his raven hair holding him tight against me.

- breathe y/n…. - he whispers against my neck, sitting up in bed with me over him.

His hands grip my hips harder, his poison on my system was sending me into a frenzy of pleasure, each time, more.

- breathe… - he continued to whisper - just like that…

Not so long into that I feel my whole body shaking on top of him, knees starting to hurt from being like that for to long, but even the pain felt insanely good in that moment. Making me crawl into him more and more, he held me tighter before turning us around once again.

Hovering over my shaky body, Yoongi gripped into my hands as he pounded into me harder, throwing my head back while my knees are shaking in weakness, I moan out his name. Felling the dizziness claiming my body as he continued to pound at an animalistic force inside me.

- yoongi…. Fuck - I moan out, as he slides one hand between our bodies working his fingers over my clit.

- Y/n… fuck cum for me - he groans over my ear, circling over my clit with his fingers ripping a deep orgasm out of me.

- Yoongi…

But he doesn’t stop, even after he fills me so deep, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers, claiming my lips into a messy kiss he trails down my neck, leaving marks down my chest, sucking on a nipple.

- Yoongi… too much - I moaned out breathlessly.

I couldn’t make a single thought in my head and I loved it, my legs were shaking from his fingers circling over my clit nonstop, body aches tiredly but it felt so insanely good.

Yoongi growls, forces you closer pulling my thigh with his free hand as he he worked his way down my body with his tongue, leaving wet kisses everywhere.

- fuck… - it escapes my lips once I figure out what he was planning.

How he wasn’t tired after almost fucking me into oblivion, I didn’t know, but I was so grateful.

Ending his trail over my pussy he leaves a long lick down to the bottom of it, making me instantly arch my back.

Yoongi forcibly pulls on my thighs against his shoulders, locking me completely down and starts his feast on my pussy.

- fuck, Yoongi… - I cry out name, fingers gripping his hair.

The feelings is so insanely good, I moan and mutter words uncontrollably, words that make no sense to me, but feel so good, screaming his name out loud, shit, the neighbors will definitely file a complaint against me.

The sounds he was making driving me to the absolute bottom of the hill, gripping into his hair, myself and digging my nails over my skin.

- too much… fuck - my knees were shaking again and he didn’t stop, holding me closer.

Yoongi is sucking on my clit so harshly I started to fear he might bruise it down there as well. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it my body started to convulse, the delicious sensation began again to fill me up and I’m cursing and squirting all over him.

Yoongi sits up with a groan, he touches his own face, picking up the remains of my orgasm of his face, licking his fingers as I watched him completely fucked out.

Chest rising up and down tiredly, he hovers over me, hooking his fingers behind my neck just to pull me closer resting his forehead over mine.

- fuck me… - he moaned out, making me look up at him.

- You’re crazy - I tell him breathlessly, we both chuckled.

- Please… - he plead, pulling me in to claim my lips in a desperate kiss.

Yoongi grips my waist pulling me to the side as he lays down on his, he whimpers against my lips in a sloppy kiss, hands gripping every inch of skin.

He tugs me closer to his aching cock, holding my hips firmly to move against him. The friction is insanely good.

- you smell so fucking good…. - he mumbles - please, y/n, fuck me…

He buries his face between my boobs planting kisses over them.

- fuck you’re insane, Yoongi - I moan, gripping his hair.

Yoongi whimpers pulling me tighter against him, holding my hips to make me rut against his cock. I pushed him down while fixing myself between his legs, hovering over his body a begin to plant kisses over his neck, leaving sloppy licks over his scales.

His chest started to move up and down rapidly, he purrs deeply when I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling how he throbs under my touch.

He squeezes my hips, sweet whimpers leave his lips and I watch with pleasant eyes the snake hybrid squirm in front of me as I start jerking him off quickly, making he growl my name before returning to the slow peace of before.

He whines, throwing his head back.

- is this good my Yoongi? - I tease, watching he squirms as a reaction.

- So good… oh, so good y/n - he groans, barely keeping his eyes open - please, fuck..

- What is it baby? What do you want? - I taunt moving my hand terribly slow over his cock.

- Wanna… fuck, wanna cum… - he moans, trembling when I start jerking him off quickly.

His pretty cock spits pre cum, the sounds of my hand moving around his throbbing head driving us both insane, the moment he started squirming I knew he was getting closer.

- yes, yes… y/n you’re so good - he moans, hands gripping the covers.

- Cum baby, make a mess for me.

He starts to moan my name repeatedly, bitting his own lip until his legs are shaking, cock throbbing under my fingers while leaking his cum all over himself.

I run my hand over his belly covered on his milk, spreading it on his abs before moving closer, pressing my lips against the curve of his neck.

- such a good boy… my Yoongi - I praise, leaving kisses alone his jawline.

- - that was so good… - he mumbles, closing his arms around my body in a hug.

- Humm… you are insane - I said against his chest, running my fingers over his shoulder.

- I’m yours - he state, making me look up into his eyes.

- I’m yours too - I whisper over his lips, softly claiming his between mine.

He pulled me over his chest and we cuddled together, finally letting the tiredness begin to kick and let us get some sleep.

And tomorrow I would wake up happy, knowing it would be in his arms. Forever.

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[authorhjk1]

Two Rings

(Kim Minji X Male Reader)

@mintwithchoco thank you for the prompt and hosting.

You walk up to her from behind. Minji is sitting on a bench, taking pictures of the beautiful scenery. With two cups of coffee in your hands, you lean over her.

"Here you go, birthday girl."

Minji looks up at you. Her generous, loving smile makes your heart melt. You are lucky, since you get to see this smile almost every day. And yet, you can't stop looking at it. It makes you feel warm.

"Thank you, young man."

Her cheeky comment makes you chuckle. Minji doesn't ever waste a single opportunity to remind you that you're younger than her.

"Are you ready to go back?"

Your girlfriend nods and you offer her your free hand. The two of you turn your backs on the beautiful mountain range and start to walk back down on the path you came on earlier. Minji takes a sip of her warm beverage, a blissful smile on her face.

"How did you get here anyways? Isn't your car at the workshop?"

You smile, still happy that you were able to surprise her earlier.

Busily preparing for their comeback, the Dreamcatcher girls filmed their MV near here today. After their last trilogy ended, their new one will evolve around nature and climate change. Similar to their Apocalypse trilogy. That's why their filming site was outside.

"It is. I came on my bike."

"Your motorcycle?"

You don't have to look at her to know that Minji is sending a disapproving glance in your direction.

"Yeah."

"You know that I'd prefer it if you'd take the bus, instead of the bike. Especially in Seoul."

You silently walk next to her, while Minji keeps going. You can't blame her. Actually, it feels nice to know that she cares so much for your safety.

"...especially other drivers. And also-"

You shut her up with a kiss. Minji's lips taste like the coffee she is drinking. Sweet, a hint of bitterness. The two of you close your eyes. Within a second, the whole world has disappeared. The only people that exist are the two of you.

Once you and Minji finally reach the street, you walk towards your bike. It's an older model, but you already own it for years. You first bought it right after you got your license. But you don't drive often. Minji is right. A car is much safer in the city than a motorcycle.

"Here you go."

Minji's face lights up once more, when you pull out her helmet. It's all fury, decorated with bunny ears. You bought it for her two years ago, when she asked if you could take her for a ride for the first time.

The two of you both put your helmets on after throwing the empty cups into a trashcan nearby. Minji's appearance makes you laugh. Her beautiful, elegant white dress and that bunny helmet. A perfect combination.

Starting the engine, you feel her hands wrap around you.

"Where are we going by the way?"

You barely hear her as you drive off.

"Surprise."

Minji smiles into her helmet. Every birthday with you is special. No. Every single day with you is special. She loves it when you plan things like this for her. Taking her mind off work, just so she can relax a little.

It has already gotten a little darker, once the two of you reach the road at the coast you were looking for. You point to your right. You feel Minji move her head and you glance in the rear mirror on your left. Her white dress is flapping in the wind.

"Wow."

You made it just in time. Minji's appreciative gasp makes you smile. She watches the sundown with big eyes. The sun kisses the sea, disappearing in the orange sky behind her.

Ten minutes later, the two of you walk along the beach. Minji's fingers are locked with yours, her head resting against your biceps. Your leather jacket is draped over her shoulders.

Checking your watch, you make the two of you face the ocean.

"Twenty seconds."

"Huh?"

Minji looks up at you.

"This is already beautiful enough. You don't have to do more."

You can see a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"Trust me, you'll love it."

You squeeze her hand, pretending to be calm. Just like you did the whole day. But in reality, your heart has been pounding since you surprised her earlier. This is gonna be the highlight of the day. You hope.

A moment later, you hear the fireworks go off. You and Minji look up at the night sky. Slowly, red letters start to form. They sparkle in the night. You glance at Minji.

"I love you."

She whispers, reading out the text you've written. Your heart beats faster than never before. Your hands become sweaty. Taking a deep breath, you kneel. Minji is still staring at the fireworks with a wide open mouth.

"Oh my gosh, baby."

A huge smile appears on her face. You can literally feel how happy she is right now as you reach for the ring inside your pocket.

Finally, Minji turns towards you.

"Oh my dear god!"

Your girlfriend covers her mouth with her hand in surprise. She sees you kneeling in front of her. The ring in your hand.

"Yes! Yes, I will!"

You burst out laughing.

"That's not how this works. I have to ask you first."

"Right, sorry."

You see Minji pressing her lips together, her eyes beaming with love.

"Kim Minji. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will."

Your fiance leans down, cupping your cheeks and rests her forehead against yours.

"I love you."

You kiss her back, when her lips meet yours. The two of you lose yourselves in the moment once more. It feels like you've already accomplished everything you've ever dreamed off, now that Minji said yes. The realisation slowly catches up with you. You're engaged. Kim Minji is going to be your wife.

Once you calm down, you start to put the ring on her finger. It's not a big one, but it fits her perfectly. You push it along her finger, until it rests against the ring you bought her, when you asked her to be your girlfriend.

"Now I've got two rings."

Minji smiles down at you.

"Give me a kiss, Mr. fiance."

You get off the sand and hold Minji by her waist as you lift her up. Her giggles get silenced by your lips. Her hands go through your hair, giving it playful tugs as the two of you engage in another deep kiss.

You have to admit that you were a little scared. The possibility of her saying no was slim, but you never know. And the ring too. You're still wondering, if you shouldn't have bought her a bigger one. But then again, Minji didn't even look at it clearly. She seemed way too happy to care what type of ring you got her.

[taevescence]

Can I make a request with smut and angst and a happy ending???

Reader has a crush with jk since they were young (they were neighbors growing up). Now they are 26 yo.Taehyung throws this party and they both attend.

She hears him talking with his friends about how he never liked her and was just close to her because he helped him study and their parents were friends. But in reality he likes her, he was trying to play it cool.When oc hears that she runs off.

A few days later she meets with Yoongi (an old friend, they had a fling a while ago) at her house and he holds her in his arms.

One thing leads to another and they fuck (could you please add some nasty smut?????) While they are doing it, Jungkook barges in (he has her house keys and was worried because she doesn't reply to his texts) and sees them, but they don't stop.

happy ending with Yoongi????

The new and the ex

a/n: First of all, I want to apologize if the smut is not as nasty as you thought, I have never written anything like this before. Second, thanks for sending your request, I really got excited when you put that you wanted a happy ending with Yoongi, I wanted that too lol. Warnings: MDNI, fingering, hair pullling, a slightly jealous/possessive Yoongi, Jungkook being an idiot for wanting to make himself look good, a casual joke during sex (sorry, I swear it's unintentional), choking. wc: 5k

"Have you guys really never had anything? I always thought you were a couple, or at least liked each other," Namjoon muttered, sipping some of the cheap alcohol from his plastic cup. His brow was furrowed and his head was barely tilted to one side. 

"Of course not" laughed Jungkook, shaking his head, "Y/N and I have always been just friends, what's more, if it wasn't for our parents I wouldn't have even approached her, we don't have similar tastes, you know?".

Namjoon and Hoseok shared a look. Neither of them understood the situation between the two of you very well, but it definitely didn't seem like nothing. The two of you were inseparable. You always hung out together, always walked hand in hand, even on more than one occasion you were seen almost kissing, so why would Jungkook say that?

Well, you were asking the same question.

You squeezed the two cups you had in your hands, not caring if your hands would end up sticky and smelling of beer. You walked to the nearest dumpster you could find, threw them there and stared at the one with Jungkook's name on it. You had even put a bunny on it. It took you a few seconds to react and realise how strange it looked that you were standing in front of a trash can looking at its contents. You probably looked like you wanted to throw up, which wasn't far from the truth. Your stomach felt upset and your eyes stung enough to make you blink faster.

“Y/N” Taehyung approached you with a big smile on his face. He was holding a girl by the hand. You'd never seen her before, and you couldn't care less.

"Taehyung" you muttered, shifting in your place. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but you also didn't want to ruin his party. 

"I was looking for you, I wanted to introduce you to someone" he smiled big, pulling the girl to his side and putting her almost on top of you. You were a little surprised at how small she was. "This is my girlfriend, Soomin, she also comes from Daegu, I was so surprised when she told me".

"It's a pleasure" she smiled, offering you her hand. You didn't hesitate to take it. She was as well not to blame for your desire to disappear from here as soon as possible. "Have we met before? Your face looks so familiar”.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember seeing you before," you smiled through tight lips. You looked at the exit door out of the corner of your eye. It wasn't that far away, maybe, if you told him you were going to the bathroom, you'd have a chance to get out of there. Yeah, it sounded like a good plan. "Excuse me, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?", you shifted your gaze from Taehyung to Soomin, waiting for a response from either of them.

To your surprise, Soomin covered Taehyung's mouth just as he was about to reply, "No problem, take your time."

"Thank you" you smiled weakly, camouflaging yourself among the sweaty, joyful bodies dancing to a shitty song that didn't even seem to be made for dancing. It took you a while to get to the yard of Taehyung's house, there were a lot of people in the way and it was too difficult to pass without touching anyone.

A shiver ran through your body as you felt the cold winter air hit your bare arms. Usually Jungkook was the one who brought a jacket for you, and if he didn't, he'd give you his. Fuck Jungkook, you thought, you didn't even need him that much, the car you had come in was yours anyway, and you had the keys to it.

You were walking around for a good few minutes trying to find your car. You almost cried with excitement when you saw it on the other side of the street. You ran towards it, unlocked the door and got in as fast as you could. You let out a sigh of relief when you were finally out of the cold. 

The first thing you did was turn on the heater, blowing air into your hands in an attempt to warm them. You turned towards the passenger seat, and it wasn't until you noticed Jungkook's jacket that you burst into tears. 

You felt so stupid, how could you think you could ever have anything? Just because he was nice to you? Surely he had many girls much nicer than you by his side. You were just his childhood friend, that person he would never consider as a woman.

You felt like you threw away more than 20 years of your life. 

You cleaned your cheeks with your forearm, starting the engine so you could go home.

You were taking the third tub of ice cream out of your fridge when your phone started vibrating. The thought of Jungkook texting made you nervous. Had he noticed you were missing from the party?

You picked up your phone carefully, turning on the screen and checking your inbox. You were surprised to see that the person who was writing to you wasn't even part of your contacts. You decided to check the messages without opening them.   

xxx: "Hi, this is Soomin, we spoke a while ago, remember?”

xxx: "Sorry to bother you again, but I really needed to talk to you urgently."

You opened the messages. Your curiosity won out over any other emotion. Besides, maybe she had something to tell you that would distract you enough to forget how bad you were feeling right now.

When you opened the messages, a photo was the first thing that appeared on your screen. You'd be lying if you said you weren't surprised to see it. How did she get it?

xxx: "I had a music tutor in Daegu, he taught me how to play the piano”

xxx: "His name is Min Yoongi, he had some pictures with some of his students on a shelf, that's you in the picture, aren’t you?”

You were a little hesitant to respond. You hadn't spoken to Yoongi in months, you were surprised that he still had that photo in his office. It had been taken after you won first place in a piano competition. You were so proud of that achievement.

"What difference does it make? It's just a picture," you whispered to yourself. According to what the girl had said, the two of them weren't friends, so they had probably cut off contact, just like you did with Yoongi after you moved here.

"Yes, it's me, I can't believe he still have that picture lol 😂"

You sent the message, feeling your heart in your throat as you saw the three dots. 

xxx: "I knew I'd seen you somewhere else 🙂" 

You took a second to think the situation through, why would Taehyung's girlfriend talk to you? The topic was important, right? It was the first thing she wrote in her message, so why was she asking you about a picture from a few years ago?

xxx: "Yoongi is coming to Seoul on holidays, why don't you two get together and talk? If you are who I think you are, I'm sure he'd love to get together with you and catch up!".

You went blank. Although at least now you understood why she was texting you. Would Yoongi have told her about his relationship with you? No, you couldn't even call what you had a relationship, it was barely a few months, most of the time you just had sex and then went back to their normal lives. Maybe you went out on a date or two, but nothing beyond that.  

xxx: "It's probably strange what I'm telling you, I'm sorry 😣"

You bit your nail as you noticed that Soomin had sent you a phone number.

xxx: "That's his number, in case you want to talk to him!"

You weren't quite sure how you ended up crying on Yoongi's shoulder as you told him how your childhood love and ex-best friend had just broken your heart a week ago and was still going about his business as usual while you sank into your misery, and a ridiculous amount of ice cream and sweets, but that was exactly was going on.   

"I swear, he said it so obnoxiously," you sobbed, taking one of the tissues from the box in his lap and blowing your nose, "And in front of our friends! How am I supposed to look them in the face now? They all knew I liked him, or at least I think they did, I don't know".   

You threw the tissue on the table, where another overwhelming amount of papers were lying.

"Y/N" he muttered, pulling out another tissue and using it to gently wipe your cheeks, "You need to calm down a bit, unless you have another box of tissues to spare."

"No, this is the last one" you looked at Yoongi, "I'm sorry, am I being too annoying? This is exactly why I didn't want to call you" you shook your hair, avoiding looking at Yoongi, "You always look at me with that look that makes me want to spit out all the shit that happens in my life. I really hate that, you know?"  

"It's fine, I don't mind" he shrugged, setting the box down on the side of the couch you were both sitting on, "Just like I don't mind listening to all the shit that goes on in your life" he smiled briefly at you, his eyes locked on yours, "I missed listening to you in general."

"Really?" you muttered, feeling your heart pounding against your ribs hard. 

Jungkook was your childhood love, but Yoongi? Yoongi was something else entirely. You couldn't say for sure that what you felt for him was love, but it would definitely be a lie to say that you never felt anything for him. 

At first it was just physical attraction, on both our parts. Yoongi was so quiet and mature compared to what you were used to seeing, he seemed to know so much about everything, it was impossible not to be at least curious about him. You, on the other hand, were much more outgoing than he was; you were definitely like a breath of fresh air in Yoongi's life, someone he knew he could trust and tell things to without filters. 

Even though the whole time you were together you were never sure how you felt about him, he always knew how he felt about you. He loved you then, he loved you in the time when you disappeared, and he loved you right now, even if you had only called him to vent about your broken heart.

"Of course I do," he said as he moved closer to you. It was only a few inches, but it was enough for both of your shoulders to touch. "How could I not? You're so... so you" he laughed softly, caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

Almost unconsciously you leaned into his touch. You were surprised that, despite how long it had been since you last saw each other, his touch still sent an electric current through your body. You were unaware of how much you missed him until this moment.

"What kind of answer is that? Is that supposed to be a good thing?" you laughed teasingly, leaning a little closer to him. You could have sworn there was some kind of string drawing you to him.

"It's a hell of a lot better than good," he moved his hand down to stop at your neck, stroking the skin behind your ear with his thumb.

You smiled helplessly as you noticed how his eyes had dropped to linger on your lips.

"Do you want to kiss me, Yoonie?" you asked, running your hand up his arm until you reached his shoulder.

"I want to fuck you" his gaze returned to your eyes, this time it seemed darker, more intense. You shivered a little at it.

Has he always been this direct?

"Here?" you murmured, feeling Yoongi's nose brush against yours. You couldn't help but hold your breath for a few moments.

"I can take you to your bed if you want, or would you prefer the kitchen?" he replied teasingly, kissing the corner of your lip. You closed your eyes, leaning even closer to him. 

"I prefer my room, maybe next time it can be in the kitchen," you laughed softly, pulling Yoongi up to kiss him.

Kissing with him had always been rather slow and gentle, lazy even. He liked to savor every corner of your mouth, leaving you breathless and wanting so much more. That was how it had always worked so far at least.

You moaned softly the moment Yoongi slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you as if he was desperate. And he was. He hadn't had any contact with you for over four months after having a relationship that was too intimate to be forgotten overnight. Shit, he was still dreaming about you being under him, moaning and begging him to move harder because you were desperate to come.

He hadn't lied when he said he missed hearing you, he just left out the part where he made it clear that it was your moans that he had missed the most.

"Hold tight," he whispered into your shoulder, grabbing your thighs and lifting you into his arms. "Where's your room?"

"Second floor, back door" you took advantage of your position so you could kiss his shoulder, leaving a mark or two on his skin. You smiled as you noticed that his skin was still as sensitive as ever.

Yoongi climbed the stairs as carefully as he could, trying not to let you bump into anything. 

You probably would have appreciated the detail if you weren't too busy nibbling on his neck.

It took him a while to open your door while you were still in his arms, but eventually he did. He came in as fast as he could, throwing you onto the bed as soon as he set foot in the room.

You squealed as you bounced on the bed, propping yourself up on your forearms to see Yoongi. He had started to take off his shirt. You were a little offended to see that he had no intention of letting you help him take it off. 

For a second you thought you heard the sound of the front door closing, but the fact that Yoongi was shirtless in front of you was enough to make you let it go. It was probably the neighbors, you thought.

Yoongi threw his shirt back, not realizing that one of the pictures you had hanging on your wall was in the way. You both turned to look in its direction as you heard the glass shatter.

"Sorry, I didn't see that," he muttered, trying to get closer to it to pick it up quickly so he could continue without interruption. You stopped him, grabbing his wrist tightly. 

"Leave it, it was getting old anyway, I've been wanting to change it for a while". You tugged at it until it was over you, completely covering your body.

"If you say so" he laughed softly, slipping his hands under your shirt and pulling them up until they were on your breasts. "I'm not stopping now, honey, so I hope what you said is true."

Jungkook took one last glance at his phone before he looked back at the door of your house. He bit his lower lip, hesitating whether to knock on the door or just open it with his keys. He looked at his cell phone again. You hadn't answered any of his messages for a week. At first he thought maybe you were a little sick, so he decided to give you space, but a whole week without talking to him? Whenever you got sick you always sent him a message asking him to buy you medicine, now you hadn't even done that. He was too worried.

He took a breath of air, reminding himself that he was only doing this to see if you were okay and if you needed anything. He pulled out his copy of your house key and opened the door. The first thing he noticed when he walked in were shoes that were much bigger than yours. They were black and looked fairly new. He frowned, trying to remember if you had any relatives or friends with such big feet. 

He shook his head, reminding himself that this was not the important thing at the moment. He advanced into the living room, grimacing at the sight of dozens of tissues strewn everywhere. For a second he thought he was right and that you were just too sick to speak or write. His doubts were soon answered just after the sound of glass breaking against the floor alerted him.

He ran up the stairs, approaching your room. 

His pace slowed as he got closer, remembering the shoes from earlier. 

His heartbeat began to ring in his ears, booming so loudly that it was almost the only thing he could hear.

"I'm not going to stop now, honey, so I hope what you said is true," he heard a man say.

He had to swallow the knot in his throat to keep from making a sound. He took just a few more steps, just enough to see into your room. The nausea was almost instantaneous as the guy with the big shoes kissed your neck and slipped his hands under your shirt. Nor did it go unnoticed as you arched your back to get closer to his touch, as your lips parted, letting out soft whimpers and moans.

He ran his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes and stepping back clumsily. He wanted to erase that image from his head, but it was so hard to forget, especially when he could still hear you moaning for that guy. He turned around, walking down the stairs much more cautiously than at the beginning. He didn't want you to know he was here, that he had just seen you in a situation like that.

He turned around one last time, looking at the stairs in silence. He needed some air, and lots of beer.

"Yoongi" you gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly. At this point you cared little and nothing about hurting him.

"What?" he laughed teasingly, settling his fingers inside you. He'd forgotten how tight you were, how you'd made him in the past to take his cock? "Is that too much for you? When was the last time you fucked anyone? Was it me? Was it your little friend there?"

You weren't listening with full concentration to what he was telling you, you were too busy trying not to think about the stinging you were getting from feeling his fingers moving in and out of you in a slow but rough rhythm. You almost screamed when he separated them while still inside you. 

"Why don't you answer? It's just my fingers," he murmured, his voice a little deeper than usual. His free hand took care of removing your shirt to free your tits. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of them. "They're so beautiful" he whispered to himself, squeezing your right breast tightly, smiling as he heard you squeal, "and so sensitive, do you still play with them like you used to when we were together?"

"Y-yes" you groaned, clinging to Yoongi's wrist. He seriously knew how to use his long, cool fingers to his advantage. 

"Who do you think of when you do that?" he moved down until he was face to face with your tits, starting to give little licks around your nipples. 

"Does it matter?" you buried your nails in his wrist, trying to move your hips against his hand. It was starting to make you desperate how slow he was.

"Of course" he stuck a third finger inside you. From then on his pace only increased to the point where you needed to hold on to something to stay conscious. "Would you like me to fuck you thinking about someone else? I know you haven't done this with him before, he hasn't even kissed you, you may have touched yourself while thinking about him, but remembering the sensations I gave you," he bit one of your nipples, tugging at it with his teeth. It was much less delicate than you were used to. "And you don't know how annoying it is to think about you just using me, so yeah, I'd seriously like to hear who the fuck you were thinking about when you were touching yourself like I was."

You looked down, trying to see what Yoongi's expression was. You couldn't see much beyond his hair slightly stuck to his forehead. You thought about asking him about it, about trying to understand why he sounded so jealous, but it was hard to talk when his fingers kept moving inside you mercilessly.

"I did it with you in mind," you finally answered his question, feeling the knot in your stomach grow more and more unbearable. Yoongi might be being a little more rude than usual, but that didn't take away from the fact that he was still making you feel just as good as all the times before.  

"Fuck" he growled under his breath, pulling his fingers out of you. you took that moment to try to calm down a bit. 

You almost choked on your saliva when you saw Yoongi lick his fingers covered in your juices. "You're making it hard for me to control myself."

"Then don't" you whispered, taking Yoongi's hand and kissing his knuckles.  This time it was he who was surprised to see you sucking on the same fingers he had dipped into you and licked. "I don't mind."

"Shit," he mumbled through his teeth, rubbing his member over his pants. You'd just given him a free pass to do whatever he wanted, hadn't you? or had he just misunderstood? "Are you sure?" 

You leaned closer to him, taking his belt between your hands and removing it easily. You knew that specific one very well. "Very sure," you smiled at him, unbuttoning his pants and holding the waistband of them to pull them down.

"Wait," he held your wrists carefully, slipping a hand into the back pocket of his pants. You were quite surprised to see that he had a condom in it. "Now, where were we?" he finished removing his pants and underwear, leaving you in the same state as you.

Sometimes you seriously forgot how big this man was.

"You had a condom on? Really?" you teased him, lying down on the bed as he settled on top of you, "did you come with intentions of catching up or to fuck me?".

"I can do both at the same time" he opened the condom, taking it out and placing it over his member carefully, "Don't you think it's sexy to ask you how your work has been going while I pull on your hair and shove my cock all the way in?" 

You laughed loudly, slapping his waist playfully, "I thought I was the only one who had that wet dream, I'm glad there are two of us."

You watched as a small smile formed on his lips as he rolled your body over until you were face down. You felt a shiver run down your back the second Yoongi began to leave marks on your shoulders and back.

"I missed you" he whispered against your skin, pressing his member against your entrance. You moaned softly as he ran his tip all over your femininity. "I missed hearing you scream my name." You thought maybe he would enter a bit at a time, just like all the other times you'd had sex. To your surprise, he didn't hesitate for a second to thrust his entire member in one thrust. 

You didn't need any more to scream his name. 

"Yes, just like that" he smiled, sticking his chest against your back, starting to ram into you hard. Each thrust was even deeper and faster than the last, and each one hit your sensitive spot. He knew your body so well, perhaps even better than you did. "I love the sound of your moans."

"Th-thank you" you laughed between moans, squealing as you felt Yoongi's hand pull your hair tightly. Your head was now resting on his shoulder and he had full access to your neck. He didn't hesitate to take advantage of that.

With the hand he still had free he decided to tease your sensitive clitoris, squeezing and pulling on it mercilessly. You trembled violently in his arms as he did so. 

"See how you tremble," he growled teasingly, tugging at your hair again. He was fascinated by the sight. He loved seeing your tear streaked face and saliva running down the corner of your mouth. He knew that meant he was doing it right. "You've gotten so much more sensitive," he kissed your shoulder, letting go of your hair and resting his hand on your lower belly, smiling proudly as he felt his member bump against his hand across your skin. "You're so cute, drooling at the way I fuck you, I love it."

You moaned softly, squeezing his cock unconsciously. It felt so good to have him inside you again. 

Yoongi grunted softly in response, lifting you off the bed and resting you on his chest. You gasped as you felt his hand gently squeeze your neck. He hadn't applied pressure, but you still felt yourself running out of air. 

"Did you like that, honey? Is that why you squeezed my cock? Or is it because you want to come?" whispered Yoongi in your ear. You couldn't help but squirm. You felt so sensitive that just the brush of his lips against your neck made you drip on his cock. It was really embarrassing.

"Both of them" you looked at Yoongi from the corner of your eye. Shuddering as you felt his member bump more uncontrollably against your sensitive spot. "It felt so fucking good and..." you closed your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to regulate your breathing. "I seriously feel like I'm close. Shit" you moaned as soon as Yoongi pulled on your clit hard again.

"Then just come" he gently bites your ear, moving the hand he had on your belly up to your chest. At no point did he separate it from your body. "I've got you."

You relaxed a little at hearing him say that, but that moment of peace didn't last long.

His grip on your neck became slightly tighter, as did his thrusts. They were getting messier and rougher. 

"Yoongi" you moaned, clinging to his wrist. You bite down hard on your inner lip, feeling your legs tremble uncontrollably.    

He seemed to get your message. His finger began to roll over your clit, crushing it hard. The movement was pleasurable enough to cause the knot in your belly to untie and you cum hard on his cock. 

You almost cried when you felt Yoongi keep ramming even after you had just had your orgasm. 

"Just hold on a little longer, honey, just a little longer, you're doing it perfect" he whispered in your ear, moaning more and more desperately.

You were shaking uncontrollably as you felt his cock touch your G-spot again. You were still too sensitive, it burned to feel his member hit so deep. At least it was a pleasurable pain.

Yoongi's arms came down to wrap around your waist, clinging to you as if his life depended on it. It was only then that you noticed his cock twisting inside you as he released his cum into the condom. 

Yoongi pulled out of you a few seconds after he finished. You were both panting, and you barely managed to stay upright when Yoongi let go of your waist.

"I can't feel my legs," you laughed between breathless gasps, closing your eyes and letting the exhaustion slowly consume you.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi said, leaning back against you and resting his head on your chest.

"You're not sorry" you murmured with a smile, stroking his hair lazily.

"I'm not" he nodded, leaving a soft kiss on your collarbone.

You moaned with satisfaction, resting your head on Yoongi's chest.

"Buying a house with a bathtub was the best decision we've ever made," you took the sponge off the table, poured some soap on it and started rubbing it against your boyfriend's skin, "don't you think?

Yoongi just nodded, letting you clean his arm with the sponge. "I think next time we should get some candles. I walked past a shop the other day and saw that they were selling strawberry scented ones".

"Yes!" you turned to look at him, giving him the biggest smile you could. "I saw them too, but I wanted to ask you before I bought them."

Yoongi's hands floated to your waist, drawing invisible circles on your bare skin. "Let's go buy some tomorrow."

You nodded quickly, turning around so you could sit on his lap. "You're really sweet, you know that?" you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling your face close to his.

"I really don't understand why you think that," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. 

He closed his eyes as the smell of your shampoo hit his nostrils. He loved that smell, it was so good on you.

You kissed him softly, stroking his wet hair with your fingertips. "You know exactly why I say that, Yoonie," you hummed against his lips.

He just smiled, bringing his nose to yours, "Whatever you say," he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You couldn't help but feel an immense warmth flood your chest. You would definitely never regret contacting him a few years ago. It was the best damn decision you'd ever made in your life.

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