#I need to see Bambi do the slides

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: nerd and pussy addict! heeseung + bimbo! reader + oral + squirting + fingering

💌: have u guys seen the pics heeseung tweeted wearing glasses bcs oh my goshhhh m DIZZY, i havent been able to stop thinking abt them… i need him carnally anyway twiddles my fingers take ur pick

nerd! heeseung tutoring you, the ditzy little bimbo in his class. he’s never really spoken to you, always too nervous to make eye contact, let alone hold a fullblown conversation; stuttering out a “sure” when you walk up to him, sucking a lollipop between your glossy lips and ask him to pretty please teach you the material.

you invite him to your house for the study session, clad in the tiniest skirt and the most revealing top he’s ever seen when you open the door for him, squealing and wrapping yourself around his arm to lead him to your bedroom. heeseung’s sure his face is red, flustered by your actions and the feeling of your warm, soft skin.

although the point of this was for him to teach you, somehow your roles were reversed and now he’s burying his face in your cunt, you teaching him how to properly eat pussy.

his glasses are sliding down his nosebridge and you can feel the cool metal against your thighs when you squeeze them around his head, his nose bumping your clit as he eagerly but sloppily tonguefucks your hole, slurping loudly and his chest heaving as the inexperienced boy grows desperate to make you cum.

or, pussy addict! heeseung <3 he lives for making you cum on his tongue. he’ll take his time pleasuring you, wanting to draw out your orgasms so they’re more intense. starts off by pressing delicate kisses to your cunt and your clit, obsessed with the way your hole flutters, aching to be filled with his cock, but there’s no way he’d give up eating you out first.

your legs are already shaking before he’s even started and it makes him smile against you, blowing on your cunt to see your cute reactions. he uses his pretty fingers to spread your hole open, licking at you so passionately it’s like he’s making out with your wet pussy.

his skilled tongue is nearly too much for you, making you grab at his hair and tug harshly but it just makes him moan, the vibrations causing you to lift your hips off the bed and heeseung has his eyes on you the whole time, peering up at you with his big, bambi eyes through his glasses.

before you know it he’s sliding two fingers inside and sucking harshly on your clit, fucking the digits into you even as the pleasure builds and you cum hard, mind going blank as you squirt, drops of it landing on the lenses of his glasses. but he can’t bring himself to stop, doing his best to make your orgasm last, heeseung’s cock twitching before his own climax hits, blowing his load in his pants and groaning deeply.

[maybankcore]

rafe cameron — nsfw alphabet ༝༚༝༚

context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.

tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.

A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.

B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.

C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.

D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.

“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.

E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.

F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.

you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?

G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.

H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.

(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.

rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.

I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!

J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..

K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.

L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.

M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.

N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.

O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..

P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.

Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.

R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.

S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.

T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.

U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.

V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.

W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.

X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).

Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”

Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.

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[rowretro]

Baby daddy heeseung with pregnant wife? Possessive and protective (not rlly yandere yk)

𝙃𝙀𝙀 𝙒 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙂𝙉𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀📬︎

↬warnings: slightly suggestive, protective & possessive Heeseung,

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Heeseung wasn't expecting to be married to his high school crush, who he always thought he'd have to admire from afar. Let alone, have a baby on the way, his first baby. Sure he was nervous, excited, worried and a little stressed, but overall just so happy. He's living his dream. He loves her just as much as the baby. now 5 months far long, there's a small baby bump visible through her clothes. He cant help but softly kiss it, especially before he goes to sleep.

If anything, he can't help but keep his hands off her knowing that his dear wife, his one and only girl is carrying his child. He'd snuggle her everyday, cook for her whenever he can, reading from recipes in maternity books, or learn from his mother. He's an absolute sweetheart, the dream baby daddy. It shows how much he loves his little growing family, he'd die for them, and if he had to, he'd kill for them...

Sure Heeseung is pure Bambi-eyed, lover boy. However, though he doesn't want to admit it, he can be very possessive, rooting from his protective instincts. God it pisses him off when some wide-eyed tall boy just comes up to his wife. Most often they have a phone at hand, another hand nervously running through their hair as they shoot their excuse of a "charming smile" "Hey uhm... can I get your number? you seem my type so" "can I get your snap pretty miss?" "dayum girl" none of them can be as good as him of course, he did after all impregnate her.

He'd go up behind her, kissing the side of her neck, as his hand gently slides over her barely visibly baby bump "How are my babies doing?... sweetheart, I found a café you and the baby might like." he'd say, making it clear to hold her hand, as she shyly, and cluelessly smiles up at him, he flashes her hand that had a very expensive wedding ring he bought her, he makes it clear she's his, and so is that baby growing inside. It's like she's a big win for him, and he needs to show her off to everyone, so he will.

He's not selfish or anything, he just loves y/n like crazy. She won him over with her love, without her he sees no life worth living. Heeseung can be a little overprotective though. Everywhere she sits will always covered in many many pillows, he'd never let her stand for too long, he'd always react whenever he feels she's in pain, the smallest wince, or a single ouch, he's by your side, ready to make a call. Overall, he's very excited to see what the future holds for him. With a wife who could talk to him with her eyes, as he holds her hand, taking a walk down the park, 3 small kids running near them, their kids.

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a/n: im going through the requests rn im sorry if this isn't good, but i hope u do like it<3

[moonstruckme]

May I please please with sprinkles and a cherry on top request, more protective! Sirius with reader who gets scared or startled easily?(maybe a hufflepuff reader?) Like I'm scaredy cat, I just want him to make the scary go away! Literally anything your beautiful brain thinks up will be amazing as always

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 635 words

Sometimes walking at night can’t be avoided, but you don’t love it. Every shadow, every passerby who drifts too close, every bird taking off from a nearby perch, makes your heart race and the hairs on your neck and arms stick straight up like an army of useless soldiers standing at attention. A few blocks ago someone had swung open a gate, and you’d jumped into the street. 

You’re telling yourself you’re already halfway home, only a small ways to go, when—

“Stop there!”

Your entire body seizes up, and before you know what you’re doing you’ve hopped around on the spot, turning to face the threat with your hands held out in front of you as if to shove them away. 

Sirius only continues walking toward you from a good few meters down the sidewalk, one dark eyebrow raising amusedly. 

“Well, I was going to tell you off for walking by yourself at night,” he says, “but with reflexes like those it’s clear I’ve wasted my time. You’ve got it handled.” 

“Oh my god.” You cross the distance to him, giving your boyfriend a very heartfelt and somewhat desperate hug. “Don’t scare me like that!” 

Sirius bands an arm across your shoulders and palms the back of your head. He strokes your hair comfortingly. “See, that wouldn’t ordinarily be such an insane request, but I’ve found with you it’s actually quite difficult to avoid.” He presses his lips to the crown of your head, his teasing inlaid with fondness. “What do you think you’re doing walking around by yourself in the dark, hm?” 

You get the sense you’ve saved yourself from a much sterner tongue lashing by your fright at his arrival. You push this small advantage, pressing snugly to Sirius’ front and looking up at him with your best bambi eyes. “I’m just trying to get home,” you say. Your boyfriend looks like he knows what you’re about, but he smooths the baby hairs at your temple consolingly anyway. “Dinner at Marie’s ran long, and I didn’t want to spend money on a cab fare or anything like that.” 

“That’s what I’m for, darling.” Sirius squints his eyes at you. They glint in the low light, more playful than mean. “You’re supposed to call me when these things happen, not try your luck and hope for the best. Understand?” 

“Yeah, sorry.” You relent easily, more than happy to have him as an escort and as exceptional company. Sirius lets you go, starting in the direction of your place. “How’d you know I was here anyway?” 

“Saw you from inside the takeaway place a couple blocks back.” He casts a glance your way, mouth kicking up at one corner. “You looked like someone’s pet rabbit that had gotten loose. You’re definitely going to attract the wrong sort if you’re walking around looking all scared like that.” 

You laugh. “I don’t think I could have looked that bad.” 

“Oh, you’ve never looked bad. Just a tad flighty.” 

Sirius sets a sure hand on the small of your back and grins when you jolt. You loose a breath, shaking your head at yourself as a dizzy little giggle spurts out of you. 

“God, sorry.” 

“Who else was it going to be, sweetness?” he teases, sliding that hand to your waist and using it to tug you closer, into a rough sort of half hug. “You need to ease up. I’ve got you.” 

You lean into his side, doing an exceptionally poor job of feigning any reluctance. “And what’s going to stop someone from mugging the both of us?” 

“Oh, I’m not worried about that at all.” Sirius gives your waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’re quick as anything, baby. If someone comes for us, I know you’ll be out of here before I can even turn around.”

[baynetta]

asking miguel to give you a back massage because your lower back has be killing you! and he starts getting distracted (y’all r in backshots position)

every single day i think about what would be to have a beast of a man always touch starved. let’s picture it, miguel is the type of guy no matter how angry, stressing or even on the edge of a mental breakdown, that man it’s always down bad for you. so when you ask him to do an subtle act like a back massage, how could he say no?. what kind of boyfriend he would be to negate such a innocent act?. the truth is that that never ends up well for you, like let’s be real why you even got that back pain in the first place. “ya mi chiquita, where it hurts?” he casually comes from behind, slowly sliding his hands from the sides of your hips. his fingertips gently carresing your curvy hips, as you throw your head back, resting your head on his solidly built chest. you close your eyes just enjoying whatever he was trying to do with you. then you feel him kissing you in the forehead. this love gestures is what send tickles down, you often love when he’s rough on you but when he’s like this, taking extra care of you makes you want to melt right there. “no te hagas la bonita, where it hurts?”. as you open your eyes, you see him looking right down at you, his stare, god how long he has been hungirly creeping at you?. “more in the center, like in the low back” you said slightly annoyed that he’s playing too much. “mmh i see..” now you have his full focus in your back, tbh the man was fully cheeking your ass, how the bum gently moves up when he drags the palm of his hands in circles, in the exact right place that you wanted. you were wearing that tight pijamas that left little to the imagination, so he’s fucking holding back like craaazy.

he use his knuckles to press it on your center and then go up throughyour spine and then down, reaching a little lower from your low back. he then uses his free hand to grab on your hip. his grip start to become tidder once a soft moan scape from your pretty dirty mouth, “te gusta así?” he asked as you can feel his lips near your left ear, the tip of his nose smelling your sweet aroma, going from your hair to your neck, that man was savoring every single of inch of you (he likes to play with his meal before eating it so 🤭), you just nod impatiently for more. now he just couldn’t take it anymore, and fully pressed down his painful erection on your beautiful plump ass, now holding both of your hips, guiding your ass to fully grind on his long hard shaft. it was still and even with the light fabric covering it with the friction you can feel every angry vein of his cock. that shit is just mouth watering to you. “miguel.. que pesado eres” you said annoyed and you kinda were, that man is going to end up breaking you in half. but with your ungrateful attitude you just earn a hard and loud spank from him, making you gasp out of the surprise and the sting that made your bum burn like crazy. god you’re just causing him to be more frustrated “who did this you?”, “who hurt that pretty back of you, huh?” he asked while forcing you to look up at him, his eyes where so lustful like he hasn’t been touched in months, “mm?” he asked again while playing with your lips with his fat thumb. you just bat your eyes at him giving him that inocent look, those bambi “fuck me” eyes that you know it makes him go insane, you’re such a fucking tease. the way he quickly pull down your shorts and panties, just enough so he can fully see that piece of ass he loves to use it to get himself off, like whenever you’re bending down he would not wait to play with it, to make it bounce on his cock until he pleases. but now he was tired of just pressing it down, he needed more. “miguel, can you..” you said as you tried to face him, “shut up” he spits as he push your back on to the kitchen counter, you try to protest but he keeps forcing you to stay still, you know that he doesn’t play, if he wants to be brutal it’s up to you. suddenly he lifts your mini top so your soft nipples are touching the freezing ceramic, you whine, you want to be his good fuck-toy and not protest but you just can’t help it. it’s humiliating, he’s just torturing you at this point. the way you know that tomorrow it’s gonna hurt even more. “now do me a favour, stay still y callada o te irá peor”

(pd: i definitely can do a part 2 of this one 🤭)

trad:

okay tiny

stop acting dumb

like that?

miguel you’re so annoying

and shut up or it’s gonna be worse

[peppermintquartz]

(Tommy's pov of this)

He's in the process of making sure the bird is ready to go when he turns and sees Howie, as well as two unfamiliar young guys following him.

Good-looking faces too. Maybe they should do the calendar next year. The shorter one has large, soulful eyes and a confident stride that speaks of military experience; the other is a tall, leggy man with a boyish smile and seems to be visibly thrumming with energy.

Of course they bring in the studs after I'm gone, Tommy thinks, half-exasperated that he's missed out on eye candy and half-amused at his own shallowness.

"Howie, hey!" Tommy says and embraces his former colleague and current friend. It's not always possible for them to meet up, but a life debt is not something Tommy will forget. "Long time."

Howie claps him on the back. It feels like a silent thank you, which, given the enormity of what they're going to do, the less said aloud the better.

Can't risk someone overhearing that they're going to steal a helicopter on a mere hunch.

Tommy knows he has a good poker face, and it's proven to be effective because no one seems to realize how nervous he is. They may cause an international incident if anything goes "pear-shaped", as his old instructor Winslow used to say, but Tommy isn't about to back out now.

"This is Tommy, Tommy Kinard," says Howie to the other two, telling them about him being a former member of the 118 and also about his being a fathead. At least Howie acknowledges that Tommy's grown out of it.

"Thanks to you," Tommy says. He sticks out his hand to the new faces.

Soulful Eyes grins when he grasps Tommy's hand. A firm grip, almost challenging. "Eddie Diaz."

Tommy smiles, feeling like he's found a kindred spirit. "Pleasure. And you are...?" He extends the hand to the other young guy.

"Uh, Evan," he says, eyes wide and curious like a puppy in a new environment. His hand is warm and dry. "E-Evan Buckley."

"Hi Evan." The splotch just over Evan's left eye is a birthmark, Tommy discovers. To his amusement, Evan doesn't let go of his hand, as if he's completely forgotten that they were just shaking hands in introduction. Tommy doesn't want to embarrass the guy, but he doesn't want to rudely snatch his hand away either. He opts for a slight tease. "I'm gonna need that hand to fly the chopper, kid."

"Oh! Oh, right. Sorry." Evan drops Tommy's hand like it's hot. His ears go red. Tommy thinks, That's so cute, and then sternly warns himself not to read too much into anything. He's not falling for a straight guy again, just because they're cute. And he's glad that he doesn't read too much into Evan's fluster because Evan says, "I was just, um, thinking, about Cap and Thena."

Bobby Nash must mean a great deal to Evan, judging by the way his gaze skitters from Tommy's face to the chopper and bounces lightly on his heels. For some reason, he reminds Tommy of Bambi.

Howie sticks his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, we're gonna need Hen to show soon with some coordinates. Can't go flying all over the Gulf of Mexico."

Tommy makes a mental note to re-check fuel levels. It's definitely topped up, but ninety minutes one way and ninety minutes back in what will definitely be rough conditions is not a walk in the park. Nevertheless, he keeps his tone light. "We'll do what we can."

A pair of headlights slide along the road that leads to harbor. Tommy doesn't really know if it's Hen, but his nerve is starting to give, so he says quickly, "Wait, I see a car pulling in. Might be her. Get in the backseat, strap yourselves in. Once I get Hen clear of Melton, we'll dash. Hopefully she has a good cover story..."

Eddie doesn't hesitate as he scrambles in, nearly knocking his head on the roof of the chopper.

Seeing that they aren't about to call him out on his fake calm demeanor, Tommy blows out his cheeks to center himself. Then he smiles, asking, "If we're all arrested, can I blame it on you, Howie?"

Howie snorts as he gets in next to Eddie. "Yeah I really twisted your arm with the 'Please help us save Cap and Athena'."

(In fact, Howie actually said, "Hen has a hunch, she won't let us help, but she''ll need a chopper. So I'm gonna need you to steal one for us to save Captain Nash and his wife." And Tommy agreed instantly. He trusted Hen Wilson's hunches too.)

"You know it's because of your irresistibly pretty face," Tommy quips as he helps guide Evan - the tallest of the three - in without hitting his head. "Alright, put those helmets on. Careful, Evan," he says when Evan nearly bounces the helmet off the bridge of his sharp nose.

It's a very nice nose. Be a shame to bruise it.

Fuel. And preflight. Tommy inhales sharply and gets into his seat as the three firefighters strap themselves in. It's a calming ritual by now, and he feels ready. He knows he is ready.

And Hen should be here by now.

"Alright. She's ready to go when we are," Tommy announces, patting the stick fondly. As he opens the door to get to the hangar, he says to the three men, "Don't touch anything. I'm gonna hang out near Melton and run intercept."

Howie rolls his eyes. Eddie holds up three fingers of his right hand, like a Scout's promise. "We'll behave."

Evan beams a dazzling smile at Tommy, like they're not actually about to commit a crime.

It's a good thing Tommy has to focus on flying into a hurricane, because otherwise his heart will be tripping all over itself to get Evan to smile like that once more.

Nope. No crushing on a straight guy, Kinard, we've been through this.

Instead, Tommy jogs towards the hangar where he sees Hen approaching Melton, holding a form that Tommy knows will not stand up to scrutiny.

Boy, if you can't convince someone, confuse them, Winslow used to say over drinks after their flying lessons. Act like you know exactly what you're doing and seventy percent of the time they'll let you get away with it.

Tommy takes a deep breath, puts on a smile, and walks into the light of the hangar.

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[dyk3tastic]

friends

victoria neuman (the boys) x reader

genre: angst, light smut, hurt/comfort(ish)?

summary: when victoria shows up unannounced at your apartment in the dead of night you want nothing more than to kick her to the curb, you let her in anyway. reader is a member of the boys, could be read as a follow up to my previous fic “cant have both” or as a stand alone. (now wiv a follow up u can read here)

warnings: weapons, language, slightly nsfw, light smut, mentions of sex

a/n: back with another one. getting back into posting ff, haven’t written for an ‘audience’ in a while, feedback is appreciated. enjoy! :)

“wow, you really gonna treat a friend like that?” victoria drawled, foot blocking your front door, stopping you locking her out. wide grin flashing her perfect white teeth. the last thing you wanted at 4am was to shuffle bleary eyed through your shitty apartment, glock firm in your grip by your side, to answer that incessant hammering against your door. when you open the door to see her standing you want nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow you whole, dreading wallowing in the limbo between you both. the space between hate and longing, betrayal and understanding, where all interactions between you two now seemed to take place. you were tired.

staring up at you under her thick dark lashes, you knew you couldn’t get rid of her even if you wanted to. “we’re not friends” you croak out, voice rough with exhaustion. she just laughs at you, continuing to blink up at you like a fawn, flashing her predatory smile. “what are you doing here vic?” you hiss frustrated by her brazenness and lack of explanation.

“can i come inside? i want to talk to you”, she lets her smile drop. “please”.

you say nothing to each-other as you turn to let her in, she slides past you, eyes dragging down your body, heat prickles your ears as she clocks your batman underwear. she strides in, confident and assured as ever, walking towards the kitchen as if she were coming home from work, like she owns the place. just as you’re starting to become hyperaware of your lack of clothing she speaks again, voice gentle and relaxed over the quiet hum of the tv, “i knew you wouldn’t be asleep yet”.

“is that what you’ve come here to do, pretend to know me so well, tell me about my fucking sleeping patterns?” you mutter, irritated. resting against your kitchen counter you stood opposite her, taller than her now that she had her heels off. the low orange glow of the kitchen light illuminated her bronzed skin. victoria looks up at you, all brown eyed and beautiful, and it makes you forget what she’s done, what you’ve done, just for a second.

“i want zoe out. i want her far away from all this bullshit. i want out. i need you to help me undo this, to just leave it all behind. please.”

hissing, voice scratchy in your throat you half sigh, “you just turn up here and expect me to trust you, expect me to risk my life for you, blinking up at me like bambi and expecting me to feel fucking sorry for you.” “i trusted you, believed in what we were doing, in us. i thought we were working towards something right, some fucking justice for once. to find out those years of my life were useless, sisyphus pushing that rock up that never fucking ending hill for vought. when i told you about-“ you stop abruptly, tired of rehashing the past, take a deep, shaky breath and collect yourself. “coming round here talking about friends” you scoff.

chest rising and falling with uncertainty she stares you down, face unflinching. mocking and faux innocent she asks “we weren’t friends?”. “i’d say when i’d ride your pretty face til it was covered in my cum that we were friends, at least i definitely considered you my friend.” her smile is sharp. “when you’d rut against my leg all desperate and pleading you didn’t think i was your friend?” she added with an exaggerated pout.

you recognised the deflection immediately, could see that all she wanted was to crawl under your skin and pull you back to her. but you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t effect you, the full truth of it all hanging in the air, your skin prickling with memory and mouth dry with the her boldness. “we’re not friends now” you say, proud of yourself for managing to keep your voice steady.

she steps forwards, encroaching in your space. “that’s okay, we don’t need to be friends”. she moves closer again, you don’t dare move, anxious not to scare her off, anxious to close the gap between you two. she breathes an “i’m sorry” into your neck, voice laced with what you so desperately want to believe to be sincerity. moving her head up, her nose bumps your cheek, plump lips pressing a soft kiss against your mouth. your arm moves of its own accord, snaking around her waist, urging her closer. her next kiss is less gentle, her mouth greedy and desperate against yours, chills run down your spine as you let out a quiet whimper. tongue swiping over her lower lip you let yourself get lost in her, in the kiss. transfixed by her touch heat pools deep in ur abdomen, your underwear growing sticky and uncomfortable.

the nights spent touching yourself, seething with anger as you imagined your fingers buried deep inside her, imagined pulling out those little pants and whimpers that made you want to never hear another sound again; those nights seething in your betrayal and wetness couldn’t compare to the electricity that ran through your body as her warm tongue licked lewdly into your mouth. nothing could compare to the feeling of her pressing her warm, petite but deadly body against yours. revelling in the feeling of her tits against your chest it was the bumping of her hip against the hard glock tucked in the thick waistband of your underwear that brought you out of your trance. both of you breathed heavy hot air against the others face, panting as you try to remember why you were here, to clear away you heady thoughts, to regain some semblance of control.

[ddejavvu]

Reader getting shy while having public sex w Sirius- “cmon Bambi, show ‘em how pretty you look” ughhh 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's not that you're trying to disobey Sirius's instructions. But keeping your neck on display is hard to do when all you want is to kiss your boyfriend, and he's down by your cunt.

"Head back, darling." He drags a finger up your slit, pushing gently against your clit as punishment, "Everyone wants to see you, don't hide away."

"'M not," You plead, tears of frustration lining your eyes, "I just- jus' want a kiss, Sirius, please."

"Oh, 's that right pet?" He croons, letting out a laugh that's a mixture of fondness and amusement to the small crowd of friends he's gathered, "We can manage that. Moony, the toy."

Remus reaches for a blue vibrator in a shoebox at his feet, and James looks like he'd rather be the one handing it over. But neither of them get to touch you, so it's fair.

"Let's put that right," Sirius trails the buzzing toy up your thigh, paying special attention to your clit that makes your legs tremble, "There."

He slips the vibrator into your slicked hole, and it slides into your cunt easily. He's gotten you plenty worked up, and the vibrations from the toy pulse through you in steady waves that have you whining where you're laid out on display.

"Now m'hands are free," Sirius makes his way to where your head is laying, but places a hand between your thighs when they threaten to squeeze shut, "Uh-uh, darling, keep 'em open."

"But-!"

"Open." Sirius reprimands, pinching at one of your stiff nipples. You buckle under his touch, biting back a whimper and nodding, fighting to keep your thighs spread.

"'Kay. Fingers first," Sirius instructs, holding out his two slick-coated fingers, still warm from your cunt, "Then a kiss."

You eagerly accept his thin digits onto your tongue, sucking and lapping at your own release as everyone gets a view of your lips pursed around Sirius's fingers. You hear 'fuck,' then, 'christ', but after that it's hard to focus because Sirius is pulling his fingers from your mouth and leaning down to meet you instead.

"Good," He hums, an inch from your face. He lets you kiss up at him first, your lips pressing desperately and sloppily to his mouth where he's grinning down at you. Only when you whimper does he reciprocate, his lips catching yours between them.

He kisses you nasty, his tongue laving over your own in search of the taste of your slick. He finds it and doubles down, practically sucking the taste off of your tongue.

James is nursing an awfully painful hard-on when you break from the kiss, and you can't deny that the thought of anyone's stiff dick inside of you sounds fantastic. But Sirius notices your gaze and redirects it with a finger to your chin, eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans down for another kiss, "Uh-uh, just me, darling. I'm all you need."

[misotsukiiyeooo]

"But Daddy said I could!"

Pairing: Husband! Father! Joshua x F/ Mother! Reader

A/N: Thinking of Joshua with a cute bambi-eyed little girl would be so cute!

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Your daughter, Jiyeon always goes to her father to ask for things because he never says no.

Lying on Joshuas' thighs watching TV as he plays with your hair until Jiyeon walks over, done playing with her toys on the floor. "Mommy, when are we going outside?" Her big bami-eyes look into yours with her pouty pink lips always makes you smile. "We can start getting ready now if you want." You say causing her to smile, "Okay, Mommy let's go." Her little hand attempts to pull you off the couch so you pretend as if it did. "Mommy, can I wear this dress? pretty please?" She brings out a black dress which you've never seen before, "When did you get that? And I'm sorry but no, It's too cold outside for that."

She pouts and looks down leaving the room slowly. knowing she'll come back eventually, you go to the bathroom only to come back and see Joshua dress her in the same black dress, a big bow, and a heart-shaped little purse. "Didn't I tell you it's too cold to wear that?" You cross your arms. "But Daddy said I could!" She points at her father who's walking up to you smiling. "It's okay Sweetheart, I bought her that dress a while back and I told her she could wear it. I didn't know you told her she couldn't, but look, I gave her thick leggings so her little legs don't get cold see?" Looking over at her as she's smiling. "Shua...that's not the point, you need to stop giving in." You sigh looking at him smile gently.

"It's not that cold outside right Daddy?" Jiyeon looks at her father and he nods. "That's right, but it is a little windy." He looks back into your eyes to see if you're actually mad. "It's okay this time because she has those warm leggings?" Sigh once again, you can't help but give in to their cuteness. "I'll let it slide this once, don't do it again. And you, Jiyeon, stop going to your father every time I say no okay? no means no." Joshua hugs Jiyeon and loudly whispers. "Mommy's so mean right?" You glare at him however, he still has that charming smile that he knows you're absolutely weak for. "Okay, okay Mommy we won't do things we're not supposed to again, right Jiyeonie?" "Right Daddy, I'm sorry Mommy." Knowing Jiyeon would continue to ask her dad when receiving a no from me, and Shua would always fall for it and agree to her questions but what can I say? She is a daddy's girl after all and he just so happened to have a soft spot for his girls.

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[tyonfs]

the marriage and baby project (teaser)

PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, fake dating (marriage?) au

SUMMARY ▸ mark lee has had the biggest crush on you for years, so, naturally, he’s over the moon when you’re both partnered for a group project. however, he underestimates just how close two people can get when they have to pretend they’re married for a month while taking care of a fake baby.

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT ▸ 8k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ the dunk shot series is not dead guys :’) sorry this series was sort of at a standstill for a bit but here’s the teaser for mark’s installment !! ♡ send me an ask or comment if you want to be on the tag list! (warnings will be added in the final fic) 

THE ONLY REASON WHY MARK TOOK FAMILY AND CONSUMER SCIENCE WAS BECAUSE his friends told him it would be an easy A for a general education requirement he needed to fulfill. No one clued him in on having to become a married man and father.

“Hi, Mark,” you greeted with a smile, sliding into the seat next to him. “I guess I’m Y/N Lee for the next few weeks.”

He felt his heart drop to his stomach.

Here was a brief rundown: you were essentially a femme fatale, a drop-dead gorgeous it-girl; and Mark was a loser who was somewhat good at playing basketball. On top of that, Mark harbored the biggest crush on you since forever.

Forever dated back to high school. Although Mark never spoke to you much, he had always thought you were the most breathtaking individual he had ever seen. That was probably why he was malfunctioning right now. He had never gotten the opportunity to be around you like this, mostly because you were dating Vernon Chwe up until last year. All he could do was admire from afar helplessly, eyes lingering as you strode down hallways.

Chenle told him that there was a definite shelf life on relationships like yours and Vernon’s—relationships that were mostly physical—so he was confident you two wouldn’t last. And he was right. When you and Vernon broke up, Mark felt bad seeing your sad eyes, but an ugly part of him had been waiting for it to happen.

This situation, however, was like winning the lottery. Not only was he partnered up with you, but he had to play the role of your husband? Things like this never really happened to Mark, so he figured some misfortunate was coming his way soon.

“Hey, Y/N,” he managed to get out.

“Come up and get your babies,” the professor instructed. “These RealCare infant simulators use wireless programming to track and report on your behaviors, which is why I had you all sign those consent forms.” She held up one of the dolls for everyone to see. “I’m not gonna require you all to keep your dolls in a car seat, but I will be able to see records of misuse, clothing changes, temperature changes, whether you’ve rocked, fed, or burped your baby, or respond to its cries.”

Great. He had to walk around campus with a plastic baby. Mark’s friends were never going to let him live this down.

He wondered if the RealCare infant could play basketball.

He turned to face you again. “Do you want a boy or girl?”

“Mark Lee,” his professor chided, and he nearly jumped when saw her standing right beside his desk. “You don’t get to choose the gender of your child in real life, so I’ll be randomly assigning each couple a baby.”

“I don’t think we’ve considered the possibility of gene editing.”

“You can take that up with Congress.”

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[justagalwhowrites]

Yearling - Ch. 29: Together

You and Joel find your way back to each other. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-28 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. Smutty smutty smut smut smut. They missed each other so they fuck. In several positions. PIV sex and just a lot of it, OK? Also, there's a cliffhanger. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 

Length: 7.5k

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You didn’t wait for the front door to close before you were touching him again. You couldn’t resist him, the feel of him warm and strong and all encompassing. It was hard to remember why you’d been afraid of him now that you were here beside him. The way your mind had melded Joel with the worst things that had ever happened to you felt so far away now. It had for a few weeks now. 

It was so easy to fall back into trusting him once you had to. He was looking out for Savvy. It scared you, at first, but you couldn’t force her to come home without risking her leaving Jackson entirely. You didn’t have another choice, you had to trust him to take care of her. 

But seeing how he cared for her just made you fully realize how he cared for you even as you’d pushed him away. Being close to him every day, the deep comfort of his drawl, his soft warmth, his gentle reassurance was almost intoxicating. You started looking forward to your daily visits to his house not just because you were closer to Savvy and hearing about her life but because it meant you got to be close to Joel and bask in the inherent safety of his presence. Once your body adjusted to the fear of Savvy being away from you again - and then the panic of Cody being close - the feelings for Joel flowed into those parts of you, filling the gaps and pathways in ways that were comfortable and familiar. 

It had grown into this now, a needy and demanding pull that led you to his front door. 

You pressed yourself firmly against him, his hands almost chastely holding your waist as your arms tightened around his neck. Every line of him was there, solidly against you, and there was too much between you. Your hands twisted in his hair for a moment, clutching him close, before sliding down to his chest and fumbling with the buttons there while you kissed him. Joel’s touch grazed up the curve of you, up and over your arms to find your wrists. He took them gently in his hands and pulled them from his shirt, holding them between your bodies as he pulled his lips, breathless, from your own. You frowned a little, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown, his gaze desperate as his thumbs lightly traced your thudding pulse at the inside of your wrists. 

“Bambi,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “What do you want?” 

“You,” you whispered back, moving to kiss him again, but he pulled back, just far enough that your lips never met. You frowned, opening your mouth to protest, but he cut you off. 

“Know I said you can do what you want with me, but…” he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, an almost pained expression on his face before he looked at you again. “We do this…I need to know you’re not going to leave again…”

“Joel…” 

“I don’t think I can survive that, baby,” he said softly, shaking his head a little. “Not right now and… look, if it were just me I was lookin’ after, it wouldn’t matter. But I got the girls to take care of and they need me. Much as I want this, I can’t risk it if you’re not gonna stay, not right now.” 

You slowly raised a hand, gently cupping his cheek, his head so large in your palm, and your finger softly traced the scar at his temple. He closed his eyes, pressing his skin into yours there as you held onto him. His grip on your wrist tightened to hold it still, your fingertips tracing the scar as he turned to press his lips to your pulse. 

“Want you, sweetheart,” he said, nuzzling into your touch. “Want you so bad it hurts. Do damn near anything for you. But I can’t risk losin’ myself right now, not when I need to keep it together for them.” 

You nodded and pressed yourself as close to him as you could manage, the hand that had remained almost stubbornly at your other wrist slipping around to the small of your back, cradling you against him. 

“Not leaving,” you said softly. He gripped you a little harder, his fingertips sinking into your skin. “I’m not saying I might not need time now and then, I don’t know yet, but I’m not leaving. I’m sorry I did…” 

“Don’t be,” his thumb gently traced the inside of your wrist before he kissed you there again, mouth wet and soft and lush on your skin. “What you said… it was all true. All of it. There’s a lot of shit I did that I’m not proud of in my life but the shit I turned a blind eye to then… more ashamed of that than anything I ever did myself.” 

“But it’s different now,” you trailed your fingers through his graying curls before cradling the back of his head. “That was a long time ago, I know that, and I should have been able to understand that things were different then and…” 

“Sweetheart…” 

“I can’t lose you again either,” you said quietly, tugging his forehead gently to your own and closing your eyes for a moment when you connected there, too. You took a moment and just breathed him in, his skin smelling woodsy and masculine and like home. You opened your eyes again and found his,  “I was so afraid and in so much pain but I missed you, I missed you so much, I missed you the whole time and I…” Your voice broke and a stray tear slipped down your cheek. “It was so hard to find a reason to keep going without you and I…I don’t want to have to try to find a reason ever again. I can’t lose you again, Joel, I can’t…” 

His hand slipped over your arm and he gently took your chin in his large hand, tilting your head to press his lips to yours. His kiss was almost hesitant, delicate. The way his fingers clutched at your back or gripped your chin were the only indication that he wanted more. You pressed yourself tighter to him and he groaned, holding you against his body, his hand slipping from your chin to hold your nape, his lips growing more insistent. Eventually, he pulled back from you, breath heavy on your skin, his eyes searching yours. 

“Can’t lose me,” he said, breathless. “I’m yours, always belonged to you…” 

You nodded and kissed him again, hungry and desperate. Your hold on him shifted without even really thinking about it, clutching onto him, the burn of need flaring in your stomach. You weren’t sure who started moving your bodies toward the stairs, you or him, but you were there before too long, your lips only pulling away from his long enough to make it to the landing on the second floor. 

By the time you were in his bedroom, his shirt was unbuttoned and you were shoving it down his arms, needy fingers sinking into his flesh as soon as they could reach it. He was so big, his chest and shoulders and arms thick and firm and sculpted but his stomach warm and soft and you remembered, suddenly, curling up with him in bed before. How your head would rest there, how his palm would rhythmically smooth your hair back from your face, how warm and safe and comfortable he was. 

Joel pulled away from you just enough to pull your shirt - really, his shirt - up and over your head before tugging your bared skin flush to his own with a needy moan. He closed his eyes for a moment before he took your face in his hand, his gaze raw and open. 

“This what you want?” He asked. His voice trembled. You just nodded, already trying to bring his mouth back to yours as quickly as you could. “Thank fuck,” he said, barely getting the words out before you were kissing him again. 

You tugged almost frantically at his pants as he moved you back toward the bed, unclasping your bra as he went. It didn’t seem to matter how quickly you were undressing each other or how close he already was to you, it wasn’t enough. The fire in you that had started downstairs was an inferno now, licking up through your skin to reach your throat, out to your limbs, the only thing that seemed to quench it was the knowledge that he’d be inside you soon, that you’d be even closer soon. 

Joel’s jeans and underwear were on the floor when you reached the bed, your jeans open before you fell back onto the mattress, crawling back to the middle of it as he almost ripped your body free of your remaining clothes. You reached for him, fingers stretching and groping to pull him closer and you had the fleeting thought that you should feel vulnerable and exposed here like this. If it was anyone else, you would. But with Joel, all you wanted was more. More of him on you and around you and inside you, more of yourself laid bare for him and there for the taking.

He climbed over you, thick cock dripping in his hand as he looked down at you, a desperate look on his face. 

“Much as I want to take this slow…” he began, panting, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t. Just… please, Joel. I need…” 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, lining his cock head up with your entrance, his forehead against yours. You nodded against him and he kissed you, deep and familiar. He pressed into you, moaning against your mouth as his length opened you to him. You arched into the delicious, stinging stretch as he filled you to the root of him, all of him inside the whole of you. 

It was very nearly too much. You could feel him so clearly within yourself, how he fit you the way nothing else ever had, how his whole body overwhelmed yours in a way that was a comfort and not a threat. You brought your palm to press against his chest, over his heart to touch the life of him there. You could feel the desperate pant of his breaths, the heavy thrumming of his pulse below your touch, how vital he was. He pulled his lips from you and dropped his head to your chest, breathless for a moment. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up against him, needing the friction so badly it made your head spin. His hand fisted in the sheets near your head as he gasped, pushing deeper into you, the weighty press of his hips forcing yours to settle. 

“Need you to be still, need you to gimme a minute,” he groaned. You could feel his heartbeat in the base of his cock where you were stretched taut around him. “Fuck… You feel… Jesus, need to make you come and I’ll finish too fast if you keep doin’ that, baby, please…” 

“I don’t care,” you wrapped your arms around him, clutching onto him. “Don’t care if you come too quick, as long as you’re inside me I don’t care, please, Joel, please, I need to feel you, please.” You tilted your hips below him as best you could below his weight and your channel closed around him, so much of you going molten and drawing tight into yourself. “Do whatever you want with me, I need you, Joel. I need you.” 

He lifted his head from your chest and looked down at you, smoothing your hair back, his large palm coming to rest at the crown of your head. 

“I’m yours,” he said softly. “Always have been.” 

He started to move then, drawing back as you whimpered below him only to thrust back in and fill you again. He tried to go slow at first, you could feel him holding back. But you met him thrust for thrust, hand slipping up his back to tangle in his curls. His gaze held yours as he moved in you harder, faster, the ache in you drawing sharp and tight around him, heat spreading from the core of you into everything you were. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” his breaths grew ragged, thrusts stuttering inside of you. “Missed you so fucking much.” 

He kissed you before you had a chance to respond, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. You met him there, too, every inch of you clawing to be close to every inch of him as he fucked into you, your orgasm building hot and full inside you. Your nails sank into his skin as the band of pleasure inside you drew as tight as it could go and you pulled back from him enough to take a gasping breath as it snapped, your channel throbbing and pulsing around him. 

“Oh fuck,” he panted, keeping up his sharp, heady strokes. “Fuck, there you go, coming so good for me, fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry like that baby, not gonna last…” 

“Good,” you managed, back arched so your stomach was flush with his. “Want to feel you, please Joel, fuck, please, need you to come in me please, please, please…” 

You kept begging like a mantra, pleading the only thing you seemed to know how to do, until he thrust deep one last time.

“Fuck!” He came apart inside you, his head pressed against the soft back of your core. His cock throbbed thick and heavy and deep, so hard that you could feel the contractions of his orgasm in his hips as they were flush to yours, the pulsing against your clit drawing your own climax out as you pulled his come deep into you. 

He all but collapsed on you as he finished, his body going nearly limp on yours as you held him in the cradle of your hips, gently stroking his hair and back as he panted for breath. After a few minutes, he kissed you softly and slipped his softening cock from your dripping core, laying at your side. You rolled to be against him, your head on his chest as his arm slipped around your shoulders, holding you close. You just felt him exist beside you for a moment, basking in the smell of his skin and the warmth of his body and the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers trailed softly up and down your arm, tracing a delicate pattern there. 

“You’re here,” he said quietly, eventually. 

“I’m here,” you said back, adjusting your head to look at his face. But his head wasn’t angled like it would be on a pillow, instead just flat and staring up at the ceiling. You frowned and adjusted so you could actually see him and he smiled a little as you propped yourself up on your elbow, his fingers slipping to your back and brushing over your spine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“No idea how much I missed you,” he reached up and traced along your hairline to your ear, down your jaw, your throat. “Fuck, not sure how I made it this long without you…” 

“I missed you, too,” you said, your hand resting over his heart again, feeling his pulse in his chest. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before you glanced around the head of the bed and frowned. 

“What?” He asked, still sounding blissed out, as he pressed his thumb lightly to where your eyebrows drew together. 

“Where are your pillows?” You asked. “That can’t be comfortable.” 

He laughed a little. 

“I’m not that old, baby,” he said. “I’m doin’ fine. Great, actually.” 

“But where are they?” You asked again, frown deepening. He flinched a bit. “OK, now you really have to tell me.” 

“Well,” he said, hesitant, his hand stilling on your back, fingers spread wide on your bare skin. “See, pillows are a bit of a finite resource around here, don’t have a ton…” 

“OK…” You said, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“And…” he took a deeper breath. “Well… Didn’t really feel right, sleepin’ in here without you. Bed seemed real big without you in it…” 

“Joel,” you gaped at him. “Where have you been sleeping?” 

“Couch,” he shrugged. “So I moved the pillows down there and…”

“You’ve been sleeping on your couch?” You asked, incredulous. “For how long?” 

“Haven’t…” he paused. “Haven’t slept in here without you.” 

“Joel!” 

“It’s a comfortable couch,” he said, smiling a little. “It wasn’t bad. Better than being in here without you.” 

You lay back down with a groan, burying your face in his neck, nuzzling into his skin. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you said quietly. 

He shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” you said, lips brushing the soft skin at the base of his throat. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you…” 

“I know,” he whispered, his fingertips finding new paths over your skin. “And it wasn’t you that hurt me, it was myself. Had to come to terms with a lot of shit I just… hadn’t dealt with. It was easier to pretend that part of my life didn’t happen. Never tried to pretend like I was a good man. Hell, never tried to pretend like I was even an innocent one. But knowing I hurt you… that was hard to live with. I did what I could to live without you and live with knowin’ that.” 

You adjusted so your head was level with his and he turned to look at you, his brown eyes so warm and soft and deep. You reached out, trailing your fingers through his curls, tracing over his skin before you gently cupped his cheek, your forefinger coming to rest at the scar on his temple. You leaned in and kissed him softly, delicately, your lips more ghosting over the plushness of his than pressing fully against him. 

“I think you’re a good man,” you whispered. 

He laughed softly, once. 

“M’not,” he said. “And I’m definitely not good enough for you. But I promise you, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be. Don’t think I can make up for what I did before but I’m gonna do my damndest.” 

“You’re good,” you said, thumb gently brushing against his cheekbone. “What you did then… it doesn’t matter, not anymore. You’re the best man I’ve known. You’re good. As much as those other men took from me, don’t let them take that, too. You’re a good man, Joel Miller. You’re a good man and I… I love you.” 

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he slowly, cautiously, kissed you. His large hand slipped over your jaw, your cheek, tangled in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it didn’t stay that way for long. It shifted to deep and desperate, his tongue dipping into you as he rolled fully onto his side to line his body up with yours. 

The almost overwhelming ache that had eased when he’d pressed deep inside you before flared back to life and you whimpered against his mouth as his hand moved from your face, down your body to grip your thigh. He hitched your leg over his hip, his fingertips sinking into the meat of you there as his thick cock hardened and brushed against your grasping hole that still leaked his spend and your own. 

“Joel,” you breathed as he rocked his length against you, the head of him just barely catching at your entrance before sliding over your slit to your clit and back down again. 

“Not too sore?” He asked softly, want seeping into his voice. 

“Not too sore,” you whispered back. “Want you, please…” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, pressing his head into you with a low, needy moan. 

It was different this time. He moved slower, pushing in an inch at a time as your body held his. You could feel everything about him like this, the precise way he made room for himself inside of you, the way the soft of his belly pressed against yours, the way his breathing stuttered when your channel fluttered a little in pleasure as he reached somewhere deeper. His hand skimmed over your skin from your thigh to your breast, cupping and gently squeezing the tender, plush fullness of you there as he kissed from your lips to your cheek, over your jaw down your throat as he reached the end of you. He kissed back up your neck to your forehead and you pulled back from him just enough to look down between your bodies to see where you were joined. 

Something at the back of your mind pulled at you, an inkling that the sight of the two of you together should be obscene or dirty or, at the very least, indulgent. But you couldn’t bring yourself to think of it that way. Seeing him in your body that way, the combination of your release rimming the base of his cock and dampening his coarse hair, your slit spread wide to take him into yourself, lower lips swollen with your need for him like this? All you could see was the rightness of him inside of you, the beauty of your bodies joining the way you felt like they’d always been made to do. 

You looked back to him and he tugged you closer so there was no space between you at all, the hand that was holding your breast slipping around your back to press you tighter to him. He pulled you so close that your cheek came to rest atop his, his hips completely flush with yours, his cock so deep inside of you that it bordered on pain. You looped your arm around his shoulder to keep yourself close and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. 

“Joel,” you breathed. “M’so full…” 

“I know,” he whispered back, flexing his hips just enough to pull a small whimper from you. “Need to be this close to you though, baby…” 

You nodded down into his shoulder and took a deep breath, pulling the warm scent of him deep into your lungs. 

“I love you,” your lips brushed his skin when you spoke. “I love you so, so much, Joel.” 

He moaned and pulled back in a way that would be almost imperceptible if your bodies weren’t so closely tied, just enough to find a bit of friction as he pushed back in, not even pulling back a full inch of himself like he couldn’t bear to be any further from you than that. 

“I love you,” he nuzzled into your skin. “More than anything, I love you.” 

He pulled back ever so slightly again, the drag of his head inside you catching on the most tender part of the depths of you, the press of his hips finding your clit with every stroke. 

Joel build your next orgasm slowly, keeping the slow and gentle and easy rhythm inside of you as he held you close and tight, allowing his hands and lips to explore you while you just clutched onto him, drawing tighter and tighter within yourself as he worked you expertly. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, so close to the edge, clutching onto him desperately. “Please, I… I need…” 

You couldn’t seem to find the words, the steady rocking of him keeping you hovering there, body taut and tense and ready. 

“So tight on me, baby,” he grazed your earlobe with his teeth and you whimpered again, tears stinging the edges of your eyes, your pussy drawing in even tighter. “Oh you’re so close, so close aren’t you?” You nodded frantically against him, your lips pressing into his shoulder wet and heavy. “Need just a little more? Just a little more to come for me?” 

Before you had a chance to even nod, the hand that had been spread wide across the middle of your back sank lower, splaying over the small of your back and holding you tight, tilting you just how he wanted as he thrust in just a little harder, just a little deeper, each motion punctuated by little grunts as he took you. 

“Come for me,” his voice was so desperate at your ear. “Know you can baby, know you need to, just let yourself go. I’ve got you, take such good care of you, make you feel so good, just let go for me. All you have to do is let go for me, c’mon baby…” 

Your fingers clutched onto him and you came with a small, strangled cry and you felt his hips stutter for a stroke before he picked up the pace again, your tightness fluttering over him. 

“Fuck, there you go,” his voice was tense as you felt. “Chokin’ my cock, fuck baby, fuck I’m gonna…” he pressed deep and hard and you felt the heavy throb of him coming inside you, two pulses spilling into you before he started pumping into you again. You whimpered, the aftershocks of your orgasm taking you as you went limp in his arms. “Doin’ so good, take it all baby, know you can…” 

You just nodded weakly against him, not able to move any further than that as he thrust two more times before leaving himself deep inside of you as he finished, his hold on you relaxed just a little. You just stroked his back, brushing your lips along his shoulder before you pulled back enough to properly look at him again. He smiled softly at you and you smiled a little back before moving to kiss him lightly. But when he went to pull himself from you, your leg tightened around him, holding him deep. 

“Can you stay inside me?” You whispered. “Please? Not ready for you to be away from me yet…” 

“Course baby,” he said, his hold on you tightening a bit as he rolled onto his back, taking you with him, leaving you splayed on his chest. “Give you whatever you want.” 

His large palm skated up and down your spine, your head suddenly light and fuzzy. You took a deep breath and let yourself relax against him, the feeling of him warm and full as he softened inside you. 

“Love you, Joel,” you said softly, exhaustion catching up with you quickly. You barely heard him say it back as you fell asleep. 

***

“Should tell Tommy we can’t go,” Joel said quietly, his fingers in your hair as you lay on top of him. You were so warm and soft against him. He felt you smile into his chest. 

“Can’t do that,” you said. “C’mon, you know this is the last big sweep for infected before winter really sets in…” 

“Fine,” he said. “Tell Tommy he can go with Julie so you can come with me.” 

You laughed once against him before raising your head just enough to look at him. 

“You do realize we can’t just fuck the whole time we’re on patrol, right?” You asked, brows raised. 

“I do understand this, yes,” he smiled a little. “But you’re a far better view than Tommy…” You scoffed and buried your face in his chest again. “What? You are.” You kissed the middle of his chest and his heart rate picked up. 

“We should go,” you said, kissing him over his pounding heart this time. “Especially if you want time to try to talk your brother into changing patrol partners…” 

He sighed, giving you a final squeeze, memorizing how your skin felt on his own. You were so damn soft, seemed impossible that something as soft as you could exist in this fucked up world but you did and you were here, with him, in his bed, in his arms. 

You’d fallen asleep before him and he lay there below you, feeling your heartbeat through your skin and the rise and fall of your chest, your whole body relaxed on him. 

He wasn’t sure he’d ever get this with you again. Not just the sex - though he’d have killed to have that with you, too - but the closeness. He’d have done anything to feel you, pliant and trusting, against him again. More than anything else, he needed you to feel safe with him again. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get through the rest of his life without that. He needed to be able to take care of you and protect you and make sure that you were happy and he couldn’t do that if you didn’t trust him enough to be beside him. 

But then you were asleep on him, no tension anywhere in you, close enough to him that he could feel all of you. 

It was still dark when he woke up. You’d adjusted in the night, his cock slipping out of you and you winding around the side of him, your arm draped over his chest, head on his shoulder. He lifted his head just enough to look down at you and smiled a little before he kissed your forehead. You pressed closer, a needy little moan slipping from your lips, a rock of your slick pussy against his hip. He trailed his fingers down from your shoulder, your arm, to graze your breast before gently cupping you there, your skin soft and full against his callused hand. He felt you stir against him, your body seeking out more and more of his, his cock getting hard at the feeling of your skin gliding over his. Then, the wet press of your mouth at his chest and a deliberate grind of your clit against him. 

“Morning,” he said softly. 

“Hi,” you whispered before kissing his chest again, pressing closer. “How late is it?” 

“Not sure,” his thumb brushed the stiff peak of your nipple and you shuddered against him. “Think we got some time, though…” 

You straddled him, giving his cock just a few gentle strokes, spreading his precome over his thick shaft before lowering yourself onto him, head thrown back as you moaned. He held your hands as your fingers laced with his, supporting your weight as you sank down on him and he watched himself disappear into the swollen heat of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned. You were so wet, so tight, so soft and you were you. It didn’t matter that he’d come twice just a few hours earlier, he was already ready to spill into you again, had to actively try to not fill you now, just the feel of you around him enough to send him over the edge. You settled over him, his cock full seated inside of you, your walls stretched and holding him so damn close. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, your hands moving from his own to spread wide on his chest, fingertips pressing down into his skin.

“I know,” he whispered, his hands going to your waist. “I know, baby, I know…” 

You nodded and started to ride him then, slow and needy at first, always pressing him so deep and grinding your clit down against him on every stroke. He just watched you, the glow of the moon catching on your skin, your hair. He wasn’t entirely sure you weren’t a dream, that maybe he’d lost his mind somewhere along the way and had just fallen into this place within himself where you let him love you again, where you took him into yourself and held him there, clutching onto him the way he did to you. But he could feel you so clearly, the way your pussy would tighten and pulse once around him as your climax built, the way your fingers would press and try to curl into his chest, the way your breath shuddered below his hands as you got closer to coming, he knew you were real. You had to be real. But he could feel some part of you holding back as you rose and fell on him, body drawn so tight around him. 

“It’s OK baby,” his hold on your waist tightened. “You can come, just come, just take what you need, it’s OK. I’ve got you, you’re OK, I’ll take care of you…” 

You nodded, riding him harder for a few strokes before thrusting down deep, his cock notched against the very back of you and you cried out almost painfully as your pussy fluttered around him. You collapsed on top of him, your head in his chest, panting for breath as you came and came around him, the throbbing of your walls not weakening or slowing and he was going to lose himself to you again, he could feel it, as he thrust up against your pulsing core, one of his hands going to the small of your back to hold you still as he fucked up into you, thrusting deep as he came again, spilling himself inside of you. 

It took both of you some time to come down from that, you still on top of him, his hands cradling your body to his as the first hints of daylight came in through the window. 

He’d have been happy to just stay here like this forever. But you were right. The patrol had to happen.

“C’mon then,” he said, nudging you ever so slightly. “Let’s go, better believe I’m gonna try to talk Tommy into going out with you instead of him…” 

You laughed a little and stretched up to kiss his lips as you slipped him out of you and got up, looking out to the sky as you did. 

“I still have go run past my place,” you sighed, finding your clothes on the floor. 

“You packed yet?” He asked, getting up, too. 

“Last night,” you said. “Didn’t want to push it this morning…” 

“I’ll get it,” he said, taking the shirt you were about to put on from you. You frowned but he replaced it with the shirt you’d taken off of him the night before and you smiled a little, shrugging into it. “You can get to the stables, not rush so much…” 

“Already taking care of me, hm?” You teased a little, buttoning the shirt up. 

“All I want to do, sweetheart,” he smiled, giving you a quick kiss. 

It felt good, getting ready alongside you. He knew he probably should have showered but he couldn’t bring himself to wash you off of him yet, he wanted to go on patrol with you lingering on his skin, wanted to smell like you, taste like you. 

As the two of you made it down stairs, he frowned at the window. It had snowed overnight, the ground covered in at least an inch of the stuff, more thick clouds on the horizon to the west. 

“Shit,” you said, tugging your boots on. “I left my coat at home…” 

“Got a solution to that,” he said, going to his closet and pulling out the coat you’d taken from him on your first day in Jackson. You hesitated for a moment before taking it, fingers tracing over the soft fleece of the collar. 

“Where’d you get this?” You asked softly. 

“Maria gave it to me,” he said. “Day you left. I haven’t been wearin’ it, didn’t feel right, but… Wanted to keep it. In case you ever wanted it again.” 

In case you ever wanted me again. He didn’t say that part. 

“Thank you,” you said, slipping your arms into the coat and pressing your nose to the collar with a soft smile on your face. 

“Course,” he smiled a little back. It felt right, seeing you in his shirt and his coat. Like you belonged inside of what was his, surrounded and protected by him. This was how it was supposed to be, you with him, safe and happy. 

He kissed you goodbye at the end of his walk and you gave him the key to your place. The light was on in the window and he let himself inside for the first time in months. Your house was the same as he remembered, books on end tables and a stack of CD cases on top of the stereo, the guitar he’d made you lying on the couch like you’d been playing it just before deciding to come over. That made him smile.

He found your bag in your bedroom, the deer he’d carved you on your nightstand and that made him smile, too. Like it was some sign that you’d never stopped loving him, never stopped wanting him close, not really. You’d just needed some time. He understood it. You’d come back to him when you were ready. That was all that mattered, all that he cared about. You were his and he was yours, always had been. 

Tommy beat him to the stables and you’d already saddled a horse when Joel got there. His brother was talking with Jesse and Joel pulled Tommy aside, you catching his eye as he did, a little smile on your lips. 

“Got a favor to ask,” Joel said once they were out of earshot of the others. 

“Sure,” Tommy frowned. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Wonderin’ if you wouldn’t mind headin’ out with Julie,” he said, voice low. “Hoping I could go with Bambi…” 

Tommy’s brows knitted together for a second before he barked a laugh, clapping his hand down on Joel’s shoulder. 

“You son of a bitch,” he laughed. 

“Will you keep it down?” Joel hissed. “C’mon…” 

“Knew you two would work it out eventually,” he said. “Took you idiots long enough…” 

“Can you just…” 

“Sorry, sorry,” Tommy said, hands up in surrender. “Good for you, man, happy for you. But… shit, Joel, not the best time to be mixin’ up the patrol.” 

Joel frowned. 

“What…” 

“Well,” Tommy sighed. “Hadn’t mentioned this to you yet but… got us takin’ a route that I think is gonna be a bit rougher. Now, Bambi’s a damn good shot and lord knows she can outride either of us but I’ll be honest, don’t think I trust you out with her on a route like this. Think you’d be so busy worryin’ about her, you’d get hurt. And Julie’s decent but she’s not you, don’t want her on a route like this one. If it were any other time, brother, you know I’d say yes - fuck knows you need to get laid more…” 

“Jesus, Tommy.” 

“And I’d be all for sending you two lovesick fools out together,” he ignored him. “Just not this time. Besides, don’t imagine that you want her that close to a mess of infected, anyway…” 

“No, you’re right,” Joel sighed. “If it’s gonna be a rougher one then it’s better if it’s you and me. Just… shit timing is all.” 

“Sorry man,” Tommy said. “But it’s just two days. Promise I’ll stick the two of you together next time.” 

Joel nodded, looking back toward you as you worked on saddling up Ares. He could see you talking to the horse, the soft look you got on your face when you spoke to your animals as you worked. Fuck, he loved you. 

Ellie showed up a bit late and grabbed your wrist when she got there, dragging you outside with an almost stern look on her face. You just shrugged at Joel as you passed him, looking like you were fighting the urge to laugh. 

He didn’t get a chance to properly talk to you again before the patrol left, just half a moment in the corner of the stable once the horses were saddled and the last of the patrol members trickled in, Olivia handing horses off to people. 

“Can’t trade out,” Joel said quietly, hands in his pockets. “Just ain’t the patrol for it.”

“Starting to think you were right,” you sighed. “Should have just said we can’t go, too damn bad…” 

He smiled a little, eyes tracing your face as you looked out into the stable, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Be careful out there,” he said softly. 

You looked back at him. 

“I will if you will,” you said. “You’d better come back in one piece, Joel, or I swear to God…” 

He smiled and took your chin gently in his fingers, tilting your face toward his own before kissing you gently. 

“Not a damn thing that’s keepin’ me from coming home to you,” he said. “See you soon, baby.” 

You kissed him again before pulling back from him. 

“See you soon.”  

Tommy, to his credit, was nice enough to not give Joel shit about you the first day of patrol. He’d half expected to have to put up with his brother’s shit, his damn near merciless teasing, but Tommy didn’t say a damn thing. He just glanced in Joel’s direction every now and then, a small half smile on his face when he did. 

When more snow moved in that evening, quickly going from gentle drifting to a near blizzard, they took shelter for the night short of where they’d been hoping to get after tracking what looked like a large group of infected for most of the day. 

“So,” Joel asked as they sat around the fireplace of a long-abandoned cabin. “Just how bad was I that you’re not even giving me shit now that we’ve figured it out?” 

Tommy considered him for a moment before squaring his jaw and nodding a little. 

“Pretty fuckin’ bad,” he said eventually. “I’ve seen you in some bad ways, Joel. When Ellie took off, when you first came to Jackson and you started to really deal with some of what happened, when… when Sarah…” 

Joel just nodded, his throat feeling thick. 

“This was bad,” he continued. “I was worried, for a while, that I might not get my brother back. Thanked God every damn day that at least you had Ellie again. Not sure what you might’ve done without that girl but… I kept hoping you and Bambi would work it out. Know you didn’t want to say much about it and I’m not about to press you on it now but I kept hoping. You with her and Ellie? Happiest I’ve seen you in more than 20 years and you deserve that happiness, Joel. May not believe me when I say it but you do. And I’m glad you’re gettin’ back to it.” 

“Don’t know that I deserve a damn thing when it comes to either of them,” Joel shook his head a little but smiled all the same. “But fuck if I don’t feel lucky that I have ‘em.” 

The next day, Joel was starting to think the infected had pushed through to the south and that they’d missed taking out the group this season. It had been strange enough, seeing signs of that many this far north this time of year but it would have been a good opportunity to take them out when hopefully they were weaker, the humanity of them frostbitten and disabled by the cold. But he wasn’t about to argue with dodging a fight, either. 

It was late morning when he realized they were wrong, he and Tommy stumbling on the whole hoard of them as they tried to force their way into some storage at the old ski resort. 

“Jesus fuck,” Tommy said from the ridge, looking down at them. “How are there that fuckin’ many?” 

“They’re after something,” Joel muttered, binoculars up as he tried to figure out what. 

“We should go back,” Tommy said. “Get some back up, this is too damn many…” 

“My girls are out here, Tommy,” Joel said, looking over at his brother for a moment. 

“Shouldn’t be them in there right now,” Tommy said. Joel could tell he was trying to comfort him but he just sounded uncertain. “Their routes didn’t pass near here.” 

“But they’re out here,” Joel said, looking through the binoculars again. “I can’t risk them gettin’ killed because they’re overrun…” 

He found what the infected were after then. A girl, she couldn’t have been much older than Ellie, taking cover behind a fence, her dirty blonde hair in a long braid down her back. 

“Shit,” Joel said, stashing the binoculars and already starting to guide Ares down the ridge. 

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Tommy said, already following. “Joel, it’s a fucking suicide mission…” 

“There’s some kid in there,” he snapped back over his shoulder. “You really want to leave her to get killed? Would you want someone to leave William or Ellie or Savvy to get bit?” 

Tommy sighed. 

“This better not be a fuckin’ mistake Joel,” he said. 

Joel pressed Ares faster, thinking about you as he did. 

“Sure hope it’s not.” 

Next Chapter

A/N: Yeah, that's who you think it is.

I WARNED YOU ABOUT A CLIFFHANGER OK? REMEMBER HOW I DID A POLL AND WAS LIKE "DO YOU GUYS WANT THE SMUT NOW WITH MORE POSSIBLE TIME BETWEEN CHAPTERS?" AND Y'ALL WERE LIKE "GIVE US THE SMUT KIT, WE WANT IT" AND I WAS LIKE "OK BUT REMEMBER THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR" so this is what you're getting I'M SORRY.

I'm begging you to please trust me with this story. Also, I will spoil it if you ask, just DM me if you don't want to wait to see how it turns out next chapter.

My asks are also open if you want to just yell at me. I get it.

...Please trust me? Please? Also, remember that I love you? And Joel? And Bambi?

OK I'm going to go hide.

...Love you.

OK bye.

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ultra thin & extra sensitive | kth + jjk

It takes an impromptu trip to buy condoms for Jungkook to finally confess his feelings to Taehyung.

○ Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Friends with benefits, smut, fluff

○ 10 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Grocery Store)

○ Word Count: 4,557

○ Warnings: Dick jokes lol, Jungkook is so needy, relationship drama, "what are we?" painful moments, groping, anal fingering, protected anal sex, car sex

○ Notes: I hope you all enjoy this strange fic about condoms. I'm so behind on this drabble challenge, and I don't even wanna think about it 😅

○ Post Date: March 12, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? Bambi - BAEKHYUN

“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

Jungkook smirks as Taehyung whimpers and tosses back his pretty blonde head. Jungkook has him pressed to the wall with one of his legs hiked up and hooked over Jungkook’s hip, opening him up so Jungkook can grind their clothed cocks together.

They’re both hard, Taehyung in his straight-leg jeans and Jungkook in light gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination. Not that Taehyung needs to imagine what Jungkook’s cock looks like; he’s seen Jungkook naked plenty of times in the few months they’ve been hooking up.

Although the foyer of Taehyung’s apartment is dark, the moon casts enough light through the windows to illuminate the men as they rut against each other. It’s Jungkook’s first time here, but he’s too preoccupied to look around.

Despite their familiarity with each other, Taehyung is still shy around Jungkook. He squeezes his eyes shut when Jungkook sucks hickeys against his throat as though he’s afraid to see how devoutly Jungkook wants to devour him, chin tilted to the ceiling, and pretty pink lips parted so more whimpers can slip from them. A blush spreads across Taehyung’s cheeks like spring tulips in bloom, and Jungkook wonders how he possibly got so lucky to have something so sweet.

Jungkook nips at the curve of Taehyung's ear, and Taehyung curls his long, pretty fingers around Jungkook’s shoulders to hold himself up. Taehyung’s innocence makes Jungkook want to bite into him even deeper.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers hoarsely.

“Hmm…?”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

A breathy whine is Taehyung’s response, and even though it isn’t what Jungkook is looking for, he quietly laughs under his breath.

“You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”

“I’m not,” Taehyung protests with a gentle sigh. It isn’t true, but Jungkook leaves him be.

Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s thigh to work on unbuttoning his jeans. Once they’re unzipped, he glides one of his hands inside Taehyung’s jeans to palm his ass over his briefs. Using his other hand, he loosens Taehyung’s fingers from his shoulder. He brings Taehyung’s hand to the back of his neck and slowly slides it upward until their intertwined fingers slip through Jungkook’s hair. Curling his fingers, he forces Taehyung to grip his hair and lets out a satisfied groan when Taehyung experimentally tugs on the dark strands.

“Anyone ever fucked you like this?” Jungkook asks in between hickeys sucked along Taehyung’s neck, leading up to the corner of his jaw. “Up against the wall?”

“No,” Taehyung sighs against Jungkook’s lips when he kisses him.

Taehyung’s answer doesn’t surprise Jungkook. Everything they’ve done has been pretty tame, mainly because Taehyung has little experience. Although Jungkook isn’t the type to get off on corruption, there’s no denying how his cock twitches when Taehyung trembles from his touch like it’s the first time he’s been held and kissed.

Jungkook sucks Taehyung’s bottom lip into his mouth and tugs gently, pulling back far enough for Taehyung to chase his mouth. When Taehyung pouts in frustration, Jungkook laughs.

“Stop teasing me.” Taehyung finally opens his eyes, and the blush on his cheeks deepens when he locks eyes with Jungkook.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Jungkook promises with a shadow obscuring half his devilish expression.

Surging forward, Jungkook captures Taehyung’s lips again, shoving his tongue in his mouth to swirl it around Taehyung’s. Taehyung’s whimpering gets louder, and Jungkook groans into the kiss. He grinds their hips together even harder, spurred on by how vocal Taehyung is.

“Where are your condoms?” Jungkook asks in a breathy voice. He’s somewhat shocked by how worked up he is with just a bit of kissing and groping.

Their lips lightly brush against each other as they pant, chests heaving in tandem. Taehyung has to clear his throat before he can properly speak.

“What?”

“Your condoms?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to whine. He presses his forehead against Taehyung’s and tries to calm himself down. “You don’t get it, Tae, I need to fuck you so badly. I’ll get them for you. Are they in your bedroom?”

“I… I don’t have any condoms,” Taehyung admits meekly, turning his head to the side to force Jungkook to pull back. “I thought you had some. Y’know, in your wallet or something.”

“Fuck.” Jungkook tips his head back and lets out a drawn-out groan. “God fucking damn it, Taehyung. Why don’t you?”

“I don’t know! We always go over to your apartment; why would I need any here?”

If Jungkook wasn’t uncomfortably hard, he would find it sweet that Taehyung only associates needing condoms with being with Jungkook, meaning he clearly isn’t bringing home anyone else to fuck him. It makes Jungkook’s chest swell, knowing he’s the only one who gets to have Taehyung like this, all pink in the face and disheveled, pretty fingers tangled in his hair and cocks pressed together.

But Jungkook is uncomfortably hard and doesn’t have the patience for this.

“Let’s go.” He shoves his hand down his pants to adjust his cock. There doesn’t appear to be any precum stains on the front, but Jungkook is beyond caring.

“Go where?” Taehyung stumbles forward when Jungkook steps back and releases his grip from Taehyung’s waist.

“To the store to get condoms.”

“W-What? Right now?”

Jungkook looks up at Taehyung as he stomps his feet into his boots.

“Yes, Tae, right now.”

“But, we could just…”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows and stands with his arms against his chest, waiting.

“I could suck you off?”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook sighs and pulls him over to zip up his jeans for him, “I don’t want you to suck me off. I want to fuck you. So, please, put your shoes on so we can go to the store before I start crying.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but a small smile plays on his lips as he slips into his shoes. They’re all-white Converse with the backs smashed in from how many times he’s walked around without entirely putting them on. Nearly all of Taehyung’s shoes look like that. Jungkook finds it rather ridiculous, but it’s somehow also endearing. 

Much of what Taehyung does is endearing. For example, he lingers in the doorway with Jungkook’s car keys hooked around one of his fingers and his mini leather backpack slung over one shoulder, even though a box of condoms is small enough for Jungkook to carry in his hand. The flush on his face has lessened, and he runs his pretty fingers through his hair to flatten it down. Jungkook enjoys looking at him when he’s put together or ruined. 

Outside, the air is thick with humidity from a hot summer rain earlier in the day. This frizzes Taehyung’s hair and dampens Jungkook’s upper lip with perspiration. The weather does nothing to calm the heat building in Jungkook’s groin. 

Driving isn’t necessary when the closest 24-hour convenience store isn’t very far away, but Jungkook isn’t interested in getting sweatier than he already is from the short walk from Taehyung’s apartment complex to Jungkook’s parked car.

“Do you like me that much? That you’d go to the store in the middle of the night when it’s so gross outside just because you want to fuck me?” 

Taehyung looks at Jungkook curiously, his head slightly cocked to the side and his hands in his back pockets. 

Do you like me that much?

Their relationship is about more than just a good fuck, but Jungkook is afraid to say it, and Taehyung is afraid to directly ask. Instead, he skirts around the question, asking others that are parallel but never intersect the way they should if either man wants to be honest. 

Instead of answering, Jungkook grabs the strap of Taehyung’s backpack to yank him into a bruising kiss that hopefully tells him everything Jungkook wants to say but can’t.

When they finally reach Jungkook’s car, he holds the door open for Taehyung like a proper gentleman because Taehyung is sweet and soft and deserves the gentlest side of Jungkook, even if Jungkook likes being a little mean when they fuck. 

“AUX?” Taehyung asks, already twirling the cord between his fingers once Jungkook slides into the driver’s seat. When Jungkook gives him the okay, he chooses a playlist that Jungkook recognizes after two songs. 

“Y'know, I’ve got a Pavlovian response to our sex playlist,” Jungkook comments. He briefly looks at Taehyung before returning his eyes to the relatively empty road as he drives. 

“What happens to you?” Taehyung asks like he knows the answer already.

“My dick automatically gets hard.” 

“No, it doesn’t!” Taehyung brings his hand up his mouth when he laughs, his lips brushing against the back of it.  

“Yes, it does. Want to check if I’m lying?”

Taehyung scoffs, but it only takes a few seconds before he’s palming Jungkook’s thigh. He’s hesitant when he does it and slow once he slides his hand between Jungkook’s thighs to gently squeeze his hard cock. 

Taehyung’s next exhale is audibly shaky, and Jungkook grins but doesn’t look away from the road again. 

They’re silent the rest of the short drive, Jungkook thinking about Taehyung’s hand on his cock and Taehyung lost in thought while he watches the city lights through the window and nibbles his bottom lip. It’s cute how flustered Taehyung gets, even when he does it to himself. 

The embarrassment even follows Taehyung into the store. He tries to avoid standing in the aisle where condoms and other sex-related products are, but Jungkook insists that he helps choose which brand to get. 

“What kind do you like? These are the ones I get, but if you want something else, we can try it out,” Jungkook says with a tap of his finger on the box he usually buys – ultra-thin and extra sensitive because he likes feeling as much of Taehyung as he can. 

Taehyung skeptically eyes the boxes. He picks up one that boasts a pleasurable texture of ribs and dots on the outside of the condom. 

“Does it really make a difference?” 

Jungkook scrunches his nose and takes the box from Taehyung to return it to the shelf. 

“Everyone I’ve hooked up with has said textured condoms are too thick and don’t feel like anything, or they hurt.” 

Taehyung looks away quickly, but Jungkook notices how his expression falls into something sad, and he knows he’s fucked up. 

“Tae–” 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to bore you by doing the things you’ve already done with everyone else,” Taehyung says curtly. He reaches for a seemingly random box and turns on his heel. 

Groaning, Jungkook grabs a bottle of lube and his usual condom brand and follows Taehyung down the aisle. 

“Tae.” 

“Let’s just go.” 

Grabbing Taehyung’s forearm, Jungkook tries to turn him around to face him, but Taehyung yanks his arm out of Jungkooks hold. He watches Taehyung claim one of the self-checkout registers. The force with which Taehyung jabs the touchscreen to select his payment once he scans the lube and two condom boxes is concerning for his index finger, as is how violently he shoves the items into his mini backpack. 

“You should have let me pay for them,” Jungkook says quietly once he’s caught up with Taehyung, falling in line with him as they exit the store and walk toward the back of the parking lot. It’s late enough that only a handful of other cars are in the lot, most likely the employees’. 

“Why? Do you buy condoms for everyone else?” Taehyung snaps as he squeezes the car door’s handle. 

Frustrated with the sour turn their night has taken, Jungkook covers Taehyung’s hand on the handle with his own and crowds Taehyung against the side of the car. A ball of anxiety sinks to the pit of his stomach when Taehyung refuses to look him in the eyes, and Jungkook realizes he’s never considered what it would be like to no longer have Taehyung in his life. He has taken advantage of how dependable Taehyung is, knowing he’ll always be there when Jungkook needs him. 

Eventually, people grow tired. Jungkook can see that weariness and wariness in Taehyung’s eyes. 

“I bought condoms for everyone else,” Jungkook admits quietly. When Taehyung scoffs, he pushes on, “But I buy condoms for you.”

It’s a horrible way to tell a guy that he likes him, but Jungkook is the first to admit that he’s terrible at this shit. Swallowing a lump in his throat and rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants isn’t enough to calm himself down, but Taehyung’s glare hurts more than the anxious ache in his stomach. 

“There isn’t an everyone else, Tae,” Jungkook’s nearly pleading as he tilts his head to follow Taehyung’s gaze when Taehyung tries to look away. “It’s only you. I swear on my life, it’s just you.” 

“Really?” Taehyung’s eyes are narrowed, and skepticism taints his pretty features, but Jungkook sees the vulnerability hidden behind the hard exterior Taehyung is so accustomed to crafting. 

“Yes,” Jungkook breathes as he leans forward to kiss Taehyung’s forehead. “You can, I don’t know, go through my phone. Read my texts and look at my photos. See that I deleted Grindr. Whatever proof you need.” 

Taehyung is silent for a few seconds. Jungkook keeps his lips lightly pressed to his forehead and breathes in the comforting scent of his peppermint and eucalyptus shampoo. He clings to that and finds it grounding when Taehyung’s following words shake him to his core. 

“I went on a date with someone,” Taehyung whispers and Jungkook feels his chest constrict. He tries to breathe slowly and lets his grip on Taehyung’s waist slacken slightly. 

“How,” Jungkook pauses to clear his throat, “How did it go?” 

He feels Taehyung shrug, but he keeps staring out into the empty parking lot. 

“Pretty good. He was nice and really cute. We went to lunch and a new art exhibit and then hung out at his place.” Taehyung’s voice is steady as he talks, but there’s an implication behind admitting that he went to this other man’s home. 

Jungkook feels like he’s suffocating. 

“He wasn’t you, though,” Taehyung whispers as he leans back slightly to look Jungkook in the eyes. “He was nice, but we didn’t click, I guess. He wasn’t thoughtful like you are. His jokes weren’t as funny and his music taste was horrible. And… he didn’t touch me like you do.” 

Jungkook bites at his lip piercing and tries to ignore the thunderous sound of his blood rushing to his head. He can’t stop the images that flood his head of some mystery man his imagination conjures for him, touching Taehyung, kissing Taehyung, fucking Taehyung. 

That mystery man wouldn’t know that Taehyung can cum untouched but isn’t fully satisfied unless he cums again with external help. He wouldn’t know that he needs to hold Taehyung after because he gets emotional sometimes, especially after a hard fuck. He wouldn’t know that Taehyung worries about being enough and how important it is to affirm him during sex. 

“You don’t need to look for what you need in someone else,” Jungkook murmurs as he runs his hands up and down Taehyung’s sides. 

Taehyung leans in to whisper against the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, “I need you.” 

The kiss Jungkook pulls Taehyung into is frantic and rougher than how Jungkook usually kisses him. He buries one hand in Taehyung’s silky hair and grabs Taehyung’s hip with the other, pushing him against the car so he can mold his body to Taehyung’s. He wants to feel every inch of Taehyung’s body on his, to know that he has all of Taehyung, just him and no one else. 

Jungkook loves Taehyung. 

He has known it for a long time, but he stamps the truth so deeply inside himself that sometimes he convinces himself that he’s forgotten. But then, in moments like this, when Jungkook is flinging the car door open and crawling over Taehyung’s body as they climb into the backseat, Jungkook is forced to acknowledge the swell of love he feels when Taehyung stares up at him with such a tender expression. Taehyung’s face disappears momentarily, obscured by his t-shirt when he pulls it off and tosses it onto the floor. He slips his hands beneath Jungkook’s shirt and runs his palms up his toned abdomen, stopping when he reaches his pecs to flick his thumbs over his nipples.

“Take this off, please,” Taehyung asks sweetly, and Jungkook is a goner. 

The back of the car is cramped, and two grown men trying to maneuver on the narrow seat is more than what the space is made for. They make it work with Taehyung lying on his stomach, his jeans pulled down around his knees. He keeps his legs together so Jungkook can straddle his thighs, one of Jungkook’s legs slipping off the seat and forcing him to half-kneel, half-stand. It’s an awkward position, but Taehyung seems comfortable with their shirts balled up under his lower stomach to lift his hips and his crossed beneath his head, and that’s all Jungkook really cares about. 

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whines when he pulls out the random box of condoms from Taehyung’s backpack. “You bought the fucking fire and ice ones. These things will genuinely light my dick on fire.” 

Taehyung snorts and turns his head to the side to get a better look at Jungkook. 

“I don’t know. I just grabbed it because the colors on the box were pretty.” 

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook tosses the box onto the floor and pulls out his preferred brand, tried and true. Setting it to the side, he opens the new bottle of lube and squirts some onto his fingers. 

Jungkook assumes the fit will be tight due to Taehyung’s position since his legs are pushed together, but Jungkook is patient. He holds Taehyung open with one hand and rubs his lubed-up fingers against his rim. 

Taehyung groans into the crook of his elbow and squirms from the cold lube, but he can’t move with Jungkook’s body weight on him. 

 “Stay still,” Jungkook murmurs with a light squeeze of Taehyung’s cheek. 

The satisfaction of getting a reaction out of Taehyung dissolves when Jungkook easily slips his finger past his rim. With a shaky breath, Jungkook pulls out and adds another finger without resistance. 

Taehyung never said when he went on the date, but he’s stretched enough that Jungkook massages his prostate with three fingers after only minimal stretching. He spends some time tapping and swirling his fingertips around his walls until Taehyung tries pushing against Jungkook’s fingers. 

“Jungkook, please,” Taehyung whimpers, and something snaps inside Jungkook. 

“Jagiya,” Jungkook rarely uses the pet name, but he knows it makes Taehyung quiver when he does. “Say my name again, jagi.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung moans when Jungkook speeds up his fingers. 

The sound of his palm smacking against Taehyung’s asscheek and the squelch of lube harmonizes with Taehyung’s breathy chant of Jungkook’s name. He leans forward until his chest is pressed against Taehyung’s back, and his teeth can graze against the curve of Taehyung’s ear. 

“You said he didn’t touch you like I do,” Jungkook repeats and lets out a slight hum when Taehyung nods. “Tell me what you like about how I touch you.” 

When Jungkook pulls away, he leaves kisses across Taehyung’s shoulders and down his spine. 

“You touch me like I’m special,” Taehyung says softly, his statement punctuated by a quiet whimper when Jungkook pulls his fingers out of him. 

“What else?” Jungkook asks before tearing a condom package with his teeth. 

“You’re gentle, and you actually care about how I feel. I can trust you,” Taehyung’s voice cracks when Jungkook spreads his cheeks to finally sink his cock into him in one slow but smooth thrust. 

Planting one hand on the seat beside Taehyung’s waist and grabbing Taehyung’s waist with the other to press him into the seat, Jungkook leans forward and grinds his pelvis against Taehyung’s ass. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, “Am I too heavy on you?” 

Taehyung shakes his head and reaches down to adjust his cock so it rubs against the seat at a comfortable angle every time Jungkook thrusts into him.  

Despite being adequately stretched, the position makes Taehyung’s grip on Jungkook’s cock hot and tight. They’ve never fucked like this, with Jungkook straddling Taehyung’s thighs. Even though Jungkook can’t reach as deep as he likes to, the tight heat and softness of Taehyung’s ass, as well as the intimacy of having to hover over Taehyung, makes up for it. 

“Feels really good,” Taehyung says softly, his eyes scrunched shut. “You’re right there.” 

Jungkook knows what that means. He maintains the current angle of his hips when he thrusts into Taehyung again, the head of his cock hitting Taehyung’s prostate directly. 

“Yes, fuck, Jungkook, stay there.” 

Taehyung’s moans are pretty, so deep and airy that they seem to whisper a secret meant only for Jungkook. Jungkook should be the only one who gets to hear Taehyung like this. His heart yearns to call Taehyung his own, to be the person Taehyung can go to for support, to give him affection freely without feeling as though this is all just temporary. 

It’s why the sex is so good, Jungkook thinks as he picks up the pace, fucking Taehyung just the way he likes it. The pace is hard and fast because Jungkook needs this. He needs to be as close to Taehyung as he possibly can and needs to mold himself until they become one, two halves making a whole. He needs to hear Taehyung moan his name when he’s on the verge of tears because Jungkook fucks into him relentlessly and latches his lips to every inch of bare skin to leave his mark so Jungkook can’t look at Taehyung without remembering that he yearns. 

“Can you cum like this?” Jungkook leans down to murmur in Taehyung’s ear, drawing a string of expletives out of Taehyung that are moaned so quietly that Jungkook can hardly make them out. 

“Y-Yeah, yeah.” 

“Gonna cum on my cock, jagiya? Let me feel how good I am to you?” 

Dirty talk embarrasses Taehyung, but Jungkook knows it turns him on anyway. 

“I will, I will.” 

Taehyung lifts his chin so Jungkook can kiss him. It’s sideways, and Taehyung keeps rocking up and down across the seat from each smack of Jungkook’s body against his, but it feels good to taste Taehyung while he’s inside of him. 

Another thing Jungkook knows about Taehyung is that he likes to stretch out. It’s like he builds up tension inside of him, then curls into himself when he cums. It reminds Jungkook of a cat stretching after a long nap. Taehyung doesn’t have much room to do that in Jungkook’s car, but he reaches his arms above his head to grab the edge of the seat and hold himself in place as Jungkook fucks him. 

Intertwining their fingers, Jungkook brings one of Taehyung’s arms behind him, bending it at the elbow so his hand rests at the small of his back. Jungkook keeps holding his hand, even when Taehyung starts squeezing it and digging his nails into his skin hard enough to hurt. 

“Jungkook,” Taehyung gasps with one particularly hard thrust. “A little faster, please. I’m close.” 

“God, you’re so cute, I love you so fucking much.” 

The confession is so natural that it slips out without Jungkook even realizing it. The reality doesn’t sink in until he hears Taehyung moan, this time with a higher pitch and whinier, a sound Jungkook has never heard from him before. It sounds broken and desperate. 

Surprisingly, Jungkook doesn’t feel the anxiety he thought he would when he considered eventually confessing. Perhaps because it is natural, something that should have happened so long ago. 

Jungkook gives Taehyung what he wants, making sure not to hold him down too hard so he can move his hips to meet Jungkook’s thrusts, further stimulating his cock trapped between his body at the seat. It doesn’t matter that Jungkook’s seats are black. When Taehyung cums with a wet, sputtering sob as tears stream down his cheeks, Jungkook knows nothing matters except him making Taehyung feel good. 

Pulling out, Jungkook rips the condom off and sits back on Taehyung’s thighs as he pumps his cock. His orgasm hits him so hard that he’s silent, only uttering a small groan when the last of his cum spurts on Taehyung’s ass.

“Shit,” Jungkook sighs, throwing his head back and taking a deep breath. 

The car windows are so foggy that condensation drips down them, creating streaks that expose the city's lights around them. The air inside the car is muggy, smelling of sweat and cum. Jungkook may be weird, but he likes the smell of sex when it’s with Taehyung. Maybe he’s that pathetically whipped for Taehyung. If he is, he doesn’t care.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung calls hoarsely, lifting up the top half of his body so he’s resting on his elbows. “Can you clean me up?” 

He’s shy when he asks, and Jungkook wonders if he’ll grow out of it. It wouldn’t matter to him, though. Jungkook loves Taehyung regardless of if he’s afraid to say cum or not.

In the front console is a disorganized stack of napkins Jungkook has collected from eating fast food far too many times. He grabs a handful of them to clean Taehyung up and is acutely aware of Taehyung watching his every move. It’s nerve-wracking because Jungkook knows what Taehyung is thinking about and thinks he knows what Taehyung will say. It will be exactly what Jungkook hopes for, yet he’s still scared. 

The two men watch each other get dressed and exchange shy smiles when Jungkook smacks his head on the ceiling, and Taehyung accidentally crushes the box of fire and ice condoms. Jungkook feels like a teenager sneaking out of the house to hook up with his high school sweetheart, parked somewhere they shouldn’t be. He can’t believe he’s well into his twenties and just had sex in a grocery store parking lot. 

“Do you only love me during sex? Or all the time?” Taehyung finally asks once he and the seat have been cleaned up as best as Jungkook can, and they both are fully clothed. 

“All the time,” Jungkook confesses with Taehyung sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs and draping his arms over his shoulders. 

“Did you say it because of my date?” 

Jungkook runs his hands along Taehyung’s sides and takes his time to think about the question. It’s a valid one, but Jungkook doesn’t like the implications. 

“I loved you before the date.” It’s an easy answer to give. 

Taehyung runs his pretty fingers through Jungkook’s hair and kisses his forehead. 

“I went on the date because I love you, and I thought you wouldn’t want to commit to being with me,” Taehyung presses his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and breathes him in, sweaty skin and all. “I fucked myself over, though. I left the date loving you more.” 

Jungkook never planned for Taehyung to enter his life and completely turn it upside down, but as he holds the back of Taehyung’s head and wraps his arm around his waist to keep him against his chest, Jungkook’s thankful for the part of him that gave him permission to love.

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She busily runs around the kitchen, checking on the food she's preparing for his return

She made all his favorites, got his favorite drinks and desserts too

She knows her cooking isn't as good as his but she hopes he will be happy she tried

She glances at the clock while stirring the stew

She has an hour and a half left

Good timing

The food will be ready in a hour

She has just enough time to package it so it can be reheated when they come home

Then she has to get ready and leave to go to the base to pick him up with the rest of BTS

Just a little bit more and she can see her Jinnie again

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Jin POV

After taking pictures and hugging the members, I look for her

I scan the area but I can't find her

My heart starts pounding

She had to have come

She said she would

"Jin", Namjoon calls

I turn to him, my princess standing next to him

"Princess", I whisper, hurrying to her

"Jinnie"

She runs to me and when we get to each other, I pick her up, her legs and arms going around me, our lips crashing in a searing kiss I've been waiting months for

I fall into her kiss, so fucking happy to finally be home with her

I missed her so much, every second of every day counting down until I could be with her again

She was all I thought about, the memories of her, of us would help me get through the long days and nights

I didn't have a bad time in the military at all but being away from her was torture

The video and phone calls weren't enough

I missed touching her, feeling her

The kiss ends and we hug each other tightly

"I missed you princess", I tell her, basking in the feel of her in my arms

And of her arms around me

Where I belong

"I missed you Jinnie", she whispers, her face buried in my neck, "So much"

I nod, "So much baby"

I feel so complete now with her

I feel like I'm home

--------------------------------

She pulls me into our apartment, leading me to the kitchen

I'm finally back home

After we finally let each other go, I had to go do a live with the guys

It was fun but I really wanted to just be alone with her

Make up for lost time

"I made all of your favorite foods", she says, opening the fridge to show me, "I know it's not as good as when you make it but I tried. I hope it's good"

I look at the food, so touched she made all my favorites

"I got a few of your favorite desserts and some drinks you like. I didn't know which ones you'd want so I got you a few to choose from"

My wife is the fucking best

And while I am hungry, it can wait

"Princess", I say, pulling her to me and closing the fridge door

She looks up at me and before she says anything, I pull her to me, crashing my lips against hers

She throws her arms around my neck, her tongue sliding in, playing with mine, deepening the kiss

I lift her easily, making it as far as the dining room

Sitting her on top of the table, I revel in the feel of her lips, her tongue against mine

I need her right now

I move my hands under her dress peeling her panties off

"Jinnie", she moans

"I need you princess", I groan between kisses, wanting nothing more than to bury my face in her cunt

Fuck, I haven't eaten her cunt in months, I'm craving her

Moving my hand to her back, I tug the zipper of her dress down, hearing it rip

Oh well

I'll get her another dress

Pulling her dress up, I toss it to the floor, her big boobs in a sexy as fuck black lace bra

Leaning down, I kiss the tops of her boobs, pulling the bra down the closer I get to her nipple

Once it's free, I move my mouth around it, sucking harshly, finally hearing her moans again

I undo her bra, it landing on her dress, then switch to sucking her other nipple

Fuck, it's so hard in my mouth, so fucking good

"Jjjj... Jinnie..You...you're not...hungry?", she whimpers

"Oh I am baby", I growl, standing and looking down at her, "I'm gonna eat right now princess"

Pushing her down on the table, I sit on a chair and open her legs wide, biting my lip at her dripping wet pussy

Excitedly, I lay my tongue on her, slowly licking up her slit, her sweet taste smacking me right in the face

We both moan loudly, her body arching from the table

"God, fuck", I groan, wrapping my arms around her thighs, keeping her wide open as I bury my face and tongue in her sweet cunt

I run my tongue up, her pretty lips opening for me, rolling and licking over her little clit

"Jinnie", she whimpers, her legs shaking around my head

"Mmm fuck princess", I groan, between licks, "I missed this pussy so much, missed this sweet cream, this sweet juice"

Using the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit back and forth, her pussy drowning my face

"I spent so many nights thinking about this pussy on my face, in my mouth, giving me the taste I love the most", I tell her, "I can finally have you all day, every day"

"Fuck Jinnie. Missed your tongue", she whines

Licking her clit, I suck it in mouth, slowly sucking

I let the pleasurable feeling of sucking her throbbing clit again run down my spine straight to my hard cock

With each suck of her clit, I move my mouth faster until I'm slurping on her

"Yes Jinnie", she cries, her hand sliding in my hair, pulling on the short strands

I have to grow out my hair asap

I love when she pulls it and it's not the same with short hair

"Feed me princess", I whine, sucking quickly

"Seokjin oh my god!", she cries, her whole body thrashing on the table as she explodes, "Yes, yes, yes"

I suck her through it, excited to taste her cum again

When she finishes, I slide my tongue down, moaning and licking up all her cream

"So fucking good", I groan, "Fuck, fuck"

Slipping my tongue in her hole, I moan as her cunt clenches around it

I can't wait until this perfect pussy throbs around my cock

Pulling my tongue out, I wiggle it back in, licking in her pussy as she screams around my tongue

Thrusting my tongue in and out, I tongue fuck her hole, her hips moving, snapping up and meeting my tongue's strokes

"Jin don't stop!", she cries, pushing my head and keeping me buried in her sweet cunt

Her pussy is leaking like crazy and I swallow as much of it as I can, the taste so fucking good

Fuck, I can eat her pussy all day

Thrusting again, she falls apart on my tongue, coming in my mouth, throbbing around my tongue

"Jin! Jinnie!", she cries

"Mm baby", I whimper, licking up all her cum

When she finishes, I press a kiss to her pretty pussy lips, then pull away

I smirk, looking down at her as I get undressed

She's already fucked out and I'm not through with her yet

"Princess, move back to the middle of the table for me", I tell her as I pull my boxers down

She does, her naked body out on display for me

She's so fucking beautiful

I move onto the table, on top of her, feeling so at home in between her legs

Leaning down, I kiss her hard, my tongue down her throat as I start to push into her

"Fuck", I cry, breaking the kiss, the familiar pleasure engulfing me as I sink into her inch by inch, feeling her tight pussy stretch for me

"Jinnie", she whimpers, pleasure on her face, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as her cunt pulls me into her

I bottom out, her pussy desperately clenching around me tightly, shivers running up my spine

"Fuck princess", I groan

"Jinnie, fuck", she moans, her arms moving around me, her hands gripping my back hard

Kissing her again, I start moving, pulling out, the feeling of her cunt trying to keep me in so good

I plunge back into her, her cunt opening so perfectly, sucking my cock back in

"Fuck baby", I groan, moving faster, getting a harder, faster pace going, bliss engulfing every inch of me, "Fuck, I missed you so fucking much. Missed this pussy so much"

Her fingers dig into my back, her legs shaking around my waist, her soft moans so pretty, "Missed you Jinnie. Missed your cock"

"Mm yeah baby?", I murmur, bottoming out every thrust, my head rubbing against her spot, her pussy squelching so loudly around my length, "My cock fucking you good?"

She bites her lip, nodding, "Yes Jinnie. Fuck, so good"

Leaning on my arm by her head, I grab her boob with my free hand, squeezing as I lavish her neck in kisses

"Mm baby, you're so wet", I groan, loving how it feels all over my cock and pelvis, "Creaming my cock so much"

She nods, her pussy holding me in a tight grip, making it all the more pleasurable to get through

Lowering my head, I tug her nipple in my mouth, sucking softly as I pound into her sweet cunt

My pelvis rubs against her clit each time, her body shuddering under me, her pussy throbbing so hard, so tightly around my cock

"Yes baby", I groan around her nipple, feeling her getting closer, "Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes", she gasps, her hips moving to meet my thrusts

"Need you to cum all over me", I urge her between sucks, "God, I've been waiting so long baby. Haven't you?"

"Yes Jin!", she shouts, clinging onto me, "Waited so long"

"Then cum around my cock", I demand, slamming into her cunt, hitting her spot on

"Seokjin!", she screams, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching my cock in a vice grip as she orgasms

Intense bliss washes over me as I watch the gorgeous sight of my wife cum under me

Fuck, I can never get tired of this sight

I pump my cock into her as she orgasms, making it better for her

"Yes Jinnie", she moans, tears pooling in her eyes, pleasure all over her face and body

When she finishes, I pull out, kissing her cheek

Getting off the table, I pull her down to me, picking her up then sitting down on a chair

"Ride me baby", I ask, pushing my into her then pulling her down all the way, my cock nestled deep into her, "I've been waiting so long princess. Wanna see you bounce, wanna see your boobs wiggle, wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock"

"Anything for you baby", she murmurs

She sits up, her hands holding my shoulders, her pretty pussy sliding up my cock, leaving a wet mess all over me

"Fuck", I murmur, my eyes on her pussy

She pushes back down and I watch the mesmerizing view of her puffy pussy lips opening for my cock, her swollen clit throbbing, her hole straining the closer she gets to my base

When she bottoms me out, she grinds on my dick, rubbing her spot on my head

She bounces faster, her pretty legs flexing each time, her boobs jiggling in my face

I move my hand along her thighs, then up her body, touching her soft skin wherever I can, feeling it tremble under my fingertips

"Jinnie", she groans, bouncing hard, her tiny cunt spreading amazingly, fluttering rapidly

Letting go of my neck, she leans back, her elbows on the table, her hips moving hypnotizingly in a circle, grinding hard

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking pretty", I praise her, running my fingers along her stomach to in-between her breasts

I move my hand around her throat, squeezing softly, her pussy getting unbelievably tight, squirting around my cock a bit

"Yes Jinnie", she whispers, starting to bounce again, her pussy creaming my cock like a fountain

"Yes, good girl", I murmur, "Fuck my cock like that. Make me cum in your pussy"

"Yes Jinnie"

"Been waiting to fill my pussy, watch it leak my cum out", I growl, the thought of seeing that turning me on more

I choke her again and she rides me a touch faster, her pussy spasming in a death grip, pleasure building

I'm so close and so is she

I let her breath again, then cut her air off as she bounces down and I thrust up into her cunt

Her pussy explodes, squirting harshly on me, soaking my entire lap, stomach and chest

The constant throbbing throws me over the edge, ecstacy tidal waving over me as I'm hurled head first into a mind shattering orgasm

Letting go of her neck, I grip her thighs hard, finally coming into her sweet pussy

"Joanne!", I shout, as I fill her with cum, her pussy milking my cock unbelievably hard, keeping me in pleasure, "Yes fuck"

"Seokjin!", she cries, "Jinnie, so good. Fuck"

Yeah, it really is so good

As the pleasure leaves, I pull her to me, hugging her tightly, her head on my shoulder, cuddling into me

"I love you Jinnie", she says softly

"I love you Jo", I whisper, "More than anything in the world"

She sighs happily, her arm moving around my neck, holding me just as tightly

"How about we take a shower and then we eat princess", I suggest, "Then we can spend the whole night cuddling"

She lifts her head up, smiling, "And playing?"

I smirk, "Yeah baby, we can play so much more"

"Ok Jinnie", she says, her eyes on mine, her hand cupping my face, "I'm so happy you're home baby"

"I'm happy to be home with you princess", I tell her, meaning every word of it, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else"

She smiles widely, kissing me softly and sweetly

I pour all my love into the kiss, feeling hers at the same time

When the kiss is over, I move my hands around her ass, squeezing making her squeal

"Shower time", I laugh, standing up and carrying her to the bathroom

It's good to be home

[yameoto]

Hey I was wondering if you could make Jackie Taylor x Reader smut? Dom Reader and sub Jackie?

DOM!READER SUB!JACKIE TAYLOR. edging.

✗ warnings ; dom!reader, sub!jackie, edging, semi-public sex.

“shh, cutie. you don’t want coach to hear us, do you?” you hush into jackie's cunt, nails digging into her hips as you slide your tongue against her. long, languid strips — you're just teasing her. you don't even intend to get her off, today.

"n-no.." she mumbles, soft, strangled moan leaving her mouth as your tongue skims her folds. she's just so fucking wet ; warm, desperate, slickness coating your mouth, your chin. "f-fuck.." she whimpers, eyelashes fluttering helplessly. her thighs tremble—splayed so wide and open that you can't help but stop and admire the view. she's just so pretty that way ; displaying her soaking pussy for you, right there in the dim light of a janitor's closet, of all places. it's clear it's taking a toll out of her, nails desperately digging into your back as she arches against the cabinets for support. it's not enough to keep her legs from shaking, and she hisses as your tongue fucks into her just right and her elbow jolts out to knock a stray bottle off the shelf, her pupils dilating at the sound.

"quiet." you grunt, even though jackie's been such a good girl for you so far—but you can't help but be a little mean. not when she's trembling under you, so delicate and precious and inviting as you drag your sharp nail along her folds and she openly shudders, her little cut-off cry making you grin. that's all the encouragment you need before you start lapping at her, into her like your life depends on it, tongue surging and swirling as she bucks, her little "mmf—mmf—mmfs—!" breathy and frantic in the close confines of the closet.

just when she's getting used to the pace, legs sinking into your shoulder and hips rocking desperately against your face, eyes sparkling in agonising, excruciating silence—your lips wrap around her clit and you suck. a shaky, sharp whine rips out of jackie's throat ; loud — too loud. you grin when she quickly muffles it with her jacket sleeve, biting down to restrain her whimpers.

"ah-ah— too late, sweetheart." you tease, head tilting upwards as you slowly drag your tongue up, up, up and away—fingers brushing teasingly against her inner thighs. her eyes widen as she sees you drawing away, legs quaking under her.

"n-no— fuck— please! more. i need more—" jackie gasps, hips keening forwards needily. her big, teary bambi eyes blink up at you from behind her sleeve, a quiet whine leaving her throat. "please?" she mumbles, fingers tugging at your shirt.

you hush her, finger pressing to her quivering bottom lip. "you weren't good enough today, baby." you tease, cooing at the way her grip tightens on your sleeve. she stares at you in dismay as you slowly drag her skirt back up her legs. the slick on her thighs makes the fabric stick, and you smirk.

"maybe next time, baby," you murmur as you press a kiss to her cheek, tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear. her chest is still heaving, fingers trembling as she tries to catch her breath. "but only if you're good." your eyes gleam, and she watches you go with a frustrated, shaky whimper. her back collapses against the wall—cunt left aching and sticky, throbbing between her legs.

oh, how cruel you are.

[shieldofiron]

Legally Brunette

For @intothedysphoria, Happy birthday!! Have a frat boy Stevie! Sorry for the slight villainizing of Jonathan, one does what one can.

He had freckles. No. Moles. Scattered across pale skin, more skin than anyone was showing in Boston in late October.

It took a moment for Billy to force his eyes up from the strong lines of the stranger's back, only to blink for a few seconds at the worn and faded Kappa Phi Delta hat.

It probably couldn't be. But just in case, he cleared his throat, rocking back and forth on his heels. He still remembered the warm feeling he'd gotten when the pretty boy had told him how glad he was that he ran into Billy. He didn't actually want to jeopardize that by creeping on the (likely straight) law student he'd just barely befriended.

And that same pretty boy, Steve he'd said, turned, met Billy's eye, and sighed, his shoulders slacking a little. "Don't ask."

"Wasn't gonna," Billy said, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

Whatever had Steve Harrington out in the middle of the Boston night in short shorts and what looked like a Chippendale's bow tie, also had apparently made his eyes red rimmed and raw.

"But..." Billy ventured, "Are you ok?"

Steve turned back to the front of the line. And then back towards Billy, his eyes darting around like he was getting away with a crime by purchasing a new laptop in the middle of the day.

"You know that ex I told you about, the one I... kind of... followed here?" He said haltingly.

"Yeah?" Billy moved the hard drive he was buying to the front of his crotch, trying to be cool.

"He was there. At a party. With his new girlfriend. Who told me it was a Halloween party," Steve's shoulders fell.

So, not straight then. But very much hung up on this ex.

"So that's why-"

Steve shrugged, "Jonathan liked when I used to show some skin. That's not even the problem."

They moved up closer to the front of the line and Steve blinked those big pretty bambi eyes at Billy. As if he wouldn't be helpless for that shit.

"Want to hang out for a second after you check out? Or we can go next door and get some coffee?" Billy offered.

"Yeah," Steve's shoulders dropped a little, and he nodded, the little wave of bangs pulled through his hat bobbing just a little.

They checked out one after the other, and met up by the entrance, sliding door opening and closing rapidly as they hung for a moment by it.

"I'll just put this in my car and grab my jacket," Steve shook his head, "I was so mad, I wasn't thinking when I came in."

Billy nodded, "I'll get you something. What do you like?"

Steve bit his lip, "Just a latte. Oat milk. I'm a vegetarian."

Billy couldn't seem to stop nodding. Something about this guy turned him into a bobblehead.

It was only a few moments after he sat down that Steve joined him, hoodie laid over his arm, hard nipples and chest hair on full display. Jesus, it's like he wanted to kill Billy.

"So. The ex."

"Yes. The ex," Steve shook his head. "He was just... kind of flirting. But then he said... he just said that I didn't have to be here. That it was gonna be too hard on me and he didn't want to see me hurt."

"That what was going to be too hard?"

"Law School," Steve played with his cup. "Like, duh, I fucking know that. It's already been hard. And I know I'm not, like, the smartest of guys. But like..."

Billy was trying not to jump in, let the guy say what he needed to. But Jesus Christ, this ex was some kind of an asshole.

"I took the LSATS. I got in. I've been... like maybe I haven't been trying the hardest in every class but..." He shook his head. "Kinda pissed me off, you know."

"He's a fuckin' idiot," Billy curled one hand in a fist. "Didn't you say he got with this new girl like less than a few months ago."

"Yeah," Steve finally gave Billy some relief, shrugging the oversized hoodie on, "Gave her a ring and everything."

"He probably just doesn't like being confronted with his own bad behavior," Billy frowned, "You got in to Harvard Law, Steve. You know people work their entire lives to do that. I worked my entire life to do that."

"I worked really fucking hard to be here," Steve sipped his latte, "Fuck, that's delicious."

You're delicious, Billy thought. God, he needed to get a handle on that.

"Thanks for asking what was wrong," Steve smiled softly. "And not thinking that I'm too stupid to be here."

"Anytime," Billy smiled. "And don't worry about that guy. Plenty of bitches in the sea, am I right?"

Steve chuckled, "I guess so."

It wasn't really much of a statement, but the way those brown bambi eyes lingered had Billy sit up a little, trying not to preen. Maybe it wasn't so hopeless a crush after all.

"So. Why are you buying a computer? I thought you had one." Billy asked after a long moment.

"Oh. That. My friend Dustin back home convinced me I needed a linux computer before I left but I just need something easy. I'm going to law school, not computer science... school."

Billy chuckled, "Fair enough."

Steve smiled, his pretty brown eyes lighting up as he launched into a story about his friend Dustin, who sounded like a grade A nerd.

Billy had briefs waiting at home to research. He ought to be making dinner. But instead he had another coffee and then another, earning them the ire of the barista as they stayed late talking.

It was worth it.

[goldenj0]

three k !!! congrats can i request anything bucky with smut and some, no alot of flith!!💕

summary — finger food

pairing — dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings— fem! receiving , dirty talk, cum play, exhibitionst

“Bambi, need to quiet down if you wanna cum.” Two fingers buried in your glistening hole, “Your dad’s right there and don’t think we need him to find out what were doing.”

“Do we?” Stormy eyes and the smell of hunger on the tip of his tongue.

“Mhm hmm, no—no daddy.” Left hand grasping the cool marble table, trying to release some of the tension.

“That’s right, need to be a quiet, good girl.” Bucky’s tongue tracing his bottom lip hungrily. “Extra quiet now, cause look who’s headed this way.” Your eyes following his line of sight.

Your dad in all his glory taking a seat in the seat in front of him, “What are you two doin’ over here?” The glass coming up to his lips and large sip down his throat.

“I— uh, was just —“ Fumbling over your words as Bucky’s pace increases, curling them and his nails grazing your wall.

“We were just talking about her job and how much she’s learning from it.” The words rolling off his tongue, “And how proud of her I am of her.”

“She’s one a million. Couldn’t be prouder.” Your dad speaks with pride and admiration.

The wind being sucked from your chest when you feel Bucky pull his fingers from you and putting a third in.

Pearly white teeth sinking into your pink champagne lips, trying to force down a whimper that’s sitting in the back of your throat.

The voices turn to white noise when his fingers pick up speed and curling to meet the spot that always makes you see’s stars. That exact feeling starting to bubble to the top, you trying clenching your thighs together, but fail— miserably when his fingers retreat from you and a finger trailing against your clit.

“Well I have to get back, but honey, come find me when you’re done. A few people want to speak to you.” He speaks while standing up and returning to your mom.

“Want my fingers, Bambi?” Bucky’s voice a few octaves deeper and turning his body a couple inches, “Use your words and tell me what ya want.”

“You. I wan’ your fingers, daddy.” Doe eyes screaming with desperation, “Knuckle deep in me.”

“How badly?” Licking his lips, “Tell daddy.”

“So badly, fill me with your fingers, just need some part of you inside me right now. Please.” Parting your legs wider as a sign of much you truly did need him.

Bucky’s hand resting against your warm thigh and sliding it closer to your pathetic and soon to be creamy hole. The lick of his Bucky’s lips tell you he’s just as hungry for you as you are for him. Fingers teasing your hole and pushing the three fingers back into you.

Slow and steady turned to fast and hard in the blink of an eye and before you knew it you were close to cumming on his fingers.

“Does daddy’s girl wanna cum? Does she wanna be a good girl?” Mocking you.

Nodding profusely, “Y—yes ‘m your good girl, only yours.” Wrapping your hand around his wrist.

“That’s right my good girl. Go ahead and cream around daddy’s fingers. Show him that you’re true to your word on makin’ a mess.” Bucky demand’s.

Bucky feels your pussy clench around his fingers and thighs start shaking and a few seconds later his fingers continue to fuck you through your orgasm.

Bucky lets out a deep moan when he feels his fingers covered in your warm cum as he slowly pulls his fingers from your sensitive hole.

“Bucky, no don’t you —“ But before you could finish your sentence his fingers— that were knuckle deep in you, are gliding against his scruff and end up in his scotch infused mouth. Licking and sucking you off of him.

“‘M lovin’ the finger food tonight.” Shooting a wink in your direction.

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