#bless his little fuckboy heart

[carakook]

🎀 A “Coquette” Misunderstanding 🎀

“Mmm… depends. You gonna let me put a real bow on your dick? Make it all cute and coquette?”

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♡Pairings: fuckboy!Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

♡Synopsis: Jungkook has been a self proclaimed fuck boy after his last relationship ended fairly messily… until he met you. Started out as fuck buddies, but he always had a huge crush on you. With time, he realized that he’s actually falling in love with you, and he is itching to make you his girl. He knows being a fuck boy means he has to prove himself when it comes to being serious, so he comes up with the perfect gift to give you when he confesses… only for it to turn into the biggest fucking mess.

♡Genre: Romance/Comedy

♡Word count: 5k+

♡Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, mentions of sex, lewd references, lots of talk about penises, talks of being in love (ew!!!), arguing, mentions of alcohol, no smut but this fic revolves heavily around sex, making out, Jungkook is kinda stupid (bless his lil heart), also kind of weird in general? Let me know if I miss anything!

♡Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story.

♡A/N: This is my first request! I hope whoever requested it likes it, it was supposed to be a Drabble but I got a lil carried away… oops! The request was fuck boy Jungkook falls in love with Y/N, but there’s a misunderstanding that eventually gets resolved and they live happily every after! I have no idea how I came up with this 😭 it’s kinda silly and kinda weird but I think it’s cute. I hope you guys like it. 😅

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Jungkook finds himself wondering if he can possibly get anymore fucking stupider than he feels right now.

It seems when it comes to you, he simply loses brain cells. He’s not sure what it is about you, but anything involving you short circuits his brain as of late, and he is continuously fucking things up.

Maybe it’s because you’re so fucking pretty. Maybe it’s because the way you look at him makes his knees weak. Maybe it’s simply because he’s a man, and men are stupid… Or maybe, it’s because he had the recent revelation that for the first time literal in years, he has caught feelings.

And what’s worse is that he’s realized this isn’t just a little crush. He’s fucking in love with you, and it’s making him forget how to function.

Jungkook doesn’t catch feelings, not since his last relationship ended very messily two years ago. The way the relationship ended left a very bad taste in his mouth, so he decided to go back to his college days of being a fuck boy and never falling in love again…

Which was working for some time. It was freeing to be able go back to his old ways; he could enjoy a woman’s body and worship them like the goddesses they are, and then wake up the next day without feeling any obligation… or anything at all, really.

Until you came along.

You had been friends for years, although you were never very close. He always thought you were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen, but he also thought you were so out of his league. You weren’t the type of girl to go for fuck boys; you were put together and had very high standards, you knew your worth. He liked that, but never really had the guts to push it because he was sure he didn’t fit those standards.

That is, until one drunken night at one of Jimin’s parties… you flirted with him heavily. It was the biggest fucking ego boost that he ever had. He never assumed you would be interested in him, because his noncommittal habits weren’t a secret. But on this night you were very obviously interested in him. You were being touchy, and sweet, and you just looked so fucking pretty.

This was the first night you slept together, and Jungkook doesn’t like admitting that you unraveled him in a way no other woman had. The sex was mind blowing. He has never felt such intense chemistry with someone before… and fuck, you gave the best head he ever gotten. He was addicted after that, he knew he didn’t want it to be a one time thing.

He didn’t want to make you his girlfriend necessarily, good sex still wasn’t enough for him to consider being with someone seriously again… but he did want to see you again. The next morning he was bashful; made you breakfast, drew you a warm bath with essential oils and pretty smelling soap, and even ordered you a very last minute bouquet of flowers to wake up to.

This alone should have told him that things would be different with you, because although Jungkook always treated a woman with love and care when they gifted him their body for a night, he never went this out of his way to impress them.

He told himself it was because he felt the need to overcompensate. In bed he’s very confident, but out of bed, he’s not as sure of himself… especially with you. He felt lucky to have a night with you, and he knew he needed to put an effort in to keep you interested in him because he wasn’t exactly your type. If he was able to keep you interested, then maybe you’d see him again.

He was right, you didn’t normally go for fuck boys. Casual sex wasn’t exactly your favorite, because men often forget to focus on the woman, too. You weren’t exactly looking for anything serious, but you also weren’t looking to sleep with some guy who only cared about himself in bed. And most hookups you had thus far ended with you less than satisfied.

It was uncharacteristic for you to sleep with guys like Jungkook, or really give them any attention at all. But Jungkook has always been pretty, and he’s always been so fucking sweet… that night at the party, he looked extra appealing to you.

Even then, you weren’t planning on doing it again. The chemistry was undeniably intense, but you weren’t a fan of sharing. There were health risks to sharing partners if one of you weren’t careful, and you didn’t like that it made you question yourself. You tried it before, and it just wasn’t for you. You like exclusivity, and that’s ok. Everyone has preferences and boundaries and not everyone will agree with yours.

This is why you didn’t plan to see him again. But when you woke up and saw all the sweet little things he did for you, you were definitely tempted… what really got to you was how he fucking looked at you; he looked at you like a love sick fucking puppy and it was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. He was adorable. You’d never been with a man who was so fucking sexy but also so goddamn cute at the same time.

No guy had gone through such trouble after what was supposed to be a one night stand before. It was like he really was a dog; he brought you these little gifts in the form of acts of service in the hopes you would continue giving him head pats. Or, actual head in this case…

And although he wasn’t actually love sick, he definitely was a bit pussy whipped.

Temptation won in the end.

There was no spoken agreement between you two… you just started having sex regularly. And every time it was fucking toe curling. No man took care of your body so perfectly and left you 100% satisfied. But beyond the sex, you both found that you thoroughly enjoyed being around each other. You’d never knew each other well before this, you were mere acquaintances who were familiar with each other because of mutual friends, but you grew closer and got to know each other as time went on, and in the end you kept it going.

Of course you were worried about his reputation, but you didn’t push him or even ask for exclusivity. He never explicitly said that he wouldn’t be exclusive with you, but you started liking him and the sex was enough to let go of that boundary and make an exception for him. You knew he was safe and you knew he would always treat you right. This was enough for you… even if it sometimes bothered you that you didn’t know whether he was sleeping around or not. He wasn’t your boyfriend, just a fuck buddy you grew fond of.

Little did you know, he had no desire to sleep with anyone else. You didn’t even need to tell him these boundaries, because he knew without you telling him. He wouldn’t dare do something to fuck this up. The sex was so good that he didn’t have the want for anyone else, he didn’t even think about it. He still wasn’t quite ready to be serious with someone, but he was content with you in a way that he never had been any of his previous hookups or fuck buddies. He wanted to keep you as long as you’d let him.

A routine started; as time went on you spent more time together, hung out often, and fucked like rabbits. You played with his hair and scratched his back, you picked on him and made fun of him in a way that made him laugh every time, and you knew exactly how to handle him even when he was a bit overwhelming. He was so content with what you both started.

Until recently.

Jungkook started realizing a few weeks ago that maybe having thoughts of an entire future with someone who’s only supposed to be your fuck buddy isn’t exactly normal. Sometimes he’d lay awake at night thinking of you for hours… he’d imagine taking you on actual dates, not just little outings disguised as friends hanging out. He’d imagine getting to brag about you being his girlfriend. But what really started to make it obvious was when he imagined what you’d look like in a wedding dress…

Five months in and he realized he’s falling for you. He’s so fucking gone for you, and for once, he’s giddy about it.

You’d both developed this sort of playful relationship. When you weren’t fucking, you were always joking around and making each other laugh. You both had a very crude sense of humor and so many little inside jokes. It was comfortable, and he started feeling like a kid on Christmas Day at the thought of keeping it going forever.

He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend, but he knew you’d be hesitant because of his history. He wanted to do something for you that not only would prove to you he’s serious, but something that was special. He didn’t want to get you a piece of jewelry, or a bouquet of flowers with a card; he wanted it to be something only you would experience. He wanted to go all out for you.

He recalled a conversation you both had one time over dinner at his place while watching a drama. The guy in the drama was proposing to the main character, and it was as cliche as any other drama.

“That’s so cheesy. Why can’t guys be more creative? He’s asking her to spend fucking forever with him, more thought should go into it.”

“Yeah? Well if a guy proposed to you how would you want him to do it then?”

“I dunno… but not like that. Forever is a long fucking time, whoever decides to propose to me better do something more special than a damn ring.”

“But that’s literally what a guy is supposed to do, how else would he do it? You’re supposed to get the girl a ring and get on your knees n’ shit.”

“That’s so cliche though! I dunno, I’d rather something else… like maybe a dildo that was a replica of his dick. Something to the effect of ‘will you ride my dick forever?’”

That conversation ended in laughter of course, because you were only joking… but also, as Jungkook thought back on it, it would be so fucking perfect.

Not only would it show that he remembered the little things, but it would also break the stigma that he created for himself; it would show you that he was serious, he had no desire to be with anyone else sexually emotionally, and it would fit in with your playful dynamic. Like a little inside joke, and although he isn’t asking you to marry him, he wants the message to be clear that he wants to build a forever with you.

So he did some research. He original thought about getting you a dildo that was a replica of his dick, and found that there were DIY kits he could buy to make it himself. But also… why would you need a dildo if you had him? So he researched the more artistic aspect of things and found that there were actually a lot of artists who specialized in making replica sculptures of men and women’s body parts.

He liked this much more, because he felt it was a bit more sentimental and maybe more fitting. He found one artist in particular who’s sculptures and paintings looked very realistic. In their portfolio, they featured some comparisons of the pictures that inspired the sculpture vs. the sculpture they made, and there was barely a difference. They clearly had talent, and he was totally fine dropping however much money to get this done for you.

So he contacted the artist to order a commission. It was a hefty price, because he paid to have the process expedited. He wanted this done as soon as possible because he was practically shaking with excitement at the thought of asking you to be his girlfriend. But the price was worth it. The artist asked him some questions and listened to his requests. His only request was that it would be life sized, it would have a little pink bow wrapped around it (because you loved cute things, he remembers you called it ‘coquette’ once.), and somewhere it would have ‘Property of Y/N’ on it. The artist was confident that they could have it sculpted, shipped, and delivered by the end of the week. All the artist needed was a picture of his penis for reference.

Awkward, but understandable. It was very professional, obviously if he wanted the sculpture to look like his dick the artist would need a reference photo. This was purely for artistic purposes, it’s not like he was sending nudes or getting off on it. He was doing this for you and he couldn’t fucking wait to see the finished product or hear your little giggles when he presents it to you.

But of course, in his excitement, he fucks up exponentially.

He was supposed to email the photo of his dick to the artist. So he has no fucking idea why after he took the photo, he texted it to you… probably because subconsciously, who the fuck else would he be sending pictures of his dick to? He’s not even the kind of guy to send nudes, but he has a few times with you on nights that you’re both too busy to actually meet up and have sex.

He could’ve just played it off and said something stupid like ‘surprise’, but he immediately panicked because he was afraid you’d figure out what he’s doing. Which is so fucking stupid because how the fuck would you ever guess what he’s doing?

So what does he do instead?

He handled it very poorly, to say the least. He didn’t know what the fuck to do, and he had no idea why the told you he sent it to the wrong person. It was because it was the truth, that’s why. He didn’t really think anything of it when he admitted he sent it to the wrong person, because he had a clear conscious. Why lie when he has a clear conscious?

He panicked not because he was guilty, but because he was scared that you would catch on and the surprise would be ruined… which is so fucking stupid. Out of everything, you couldn’t possibly guess what he was doing.

He didn’t think about the implications of telling you that it was the wrong person, and it just went downhill from there. He really should have just told you the truth in that moment, but he doubts you would have believed him. The story would seem far fetched at this point because of how vague he was being in the beginning.

And you really didn’t believe him. You trusted Jungkook, but that message reminded you that you aren’t exclusive with him. He isn’t your boyfriend. He has a reputation of being a fuck boy and he’s just your fuck buddy. So it wouldn’t have been a surprise if he really was messing around with other girls considering he technically has every right to… but it still stung.

If he had come out and admitted it was meant for another girl, you would have probably been a bit bitchy about it, but you wouldn’t have fought with him over it. He has the right to see other people when you both never agreed to only see each other. It was that feeling of being lied to that set you off, you fucking hate being lied to. You have your fair share of history involving men who lie, and although you made an exception on one of your boundaries for Jungkook, you refused to make an exception on being lied to for any man.

And even though he wasn’t actually lying, how the fuck would you have known that? He’s right, if he did send you some elaborate paragraph about what the picture was actually for, and how he just instinctively sent it to you after taking it, you probably wouldn’t have believed him after he denied it so vaguely like he did.

For days he tried to talk to you. He blew up your phone, called and texted hundreds of times, blew up your Instagram notifications, and even started fucking making tweets on Twitter begging you to talk to him and let him explain (dramatic as fuck, his friends made fun of him for it, and he didn’t care because he was desperate.) You ignored him, of course, because deep down you were a bit hurt. You really couldn’t stand the thought that we was sending nudes to someone else, possibly fucking them, and then lying to you about it.

It reminds you as to why you have the boundary of exclusivity… and also makes you realize that maybe you like Jungkook a little more than you thought you did.

He’s a mess. He kept debating whether or not to just show up to your place, get on his knees and beg you to listen to him… but he knew you wouldn’t let him in, not unless he had proof of what actually happened. He feels so goddamn stupid. He could easily show up and show you the email as proof, explain his thought process and what the picture was for, what he was doing, confess that he’s fucking in love with you and wanted to do something to show you how serious he is…

But he decides to give you space. He knows that it’s unlikely you want to listen to him or see him right now, and he needs to let you cool off. By the time the sculpture is delivered, he can show up, explain himself, and do everything as planned.

It’s the longest fucking week of his life. His thoughts are consumed with you and he prays that when he does show up, it isn’t too late, and you’ll let him explain himself.

That you’ll say yes after it’s all said and done.

The next Friday, he receives the package. He nearly fumbles with it as he opens it, wanting to get this shit over with so you guys will be ok again.

Just as expected, it’s perfect. It’s obviously not the exact same as his dick, but it’s pretty fucking close. It looks exactly as you would expect a sculpture of a dick to look like. The bow that was sculpted onto it is perfect, pink and detailed, wrapped between the tip of the sculpted dick and the base. At the very bottom of the base, in tiny cursive letters reads ‘Property of Y/N’. He thinks it’s perfect, and if you find it in yourself to hear him out, he knows you’ll love it. He can already imagine your cheeks getting pink as you giggle at the absurd gesture.

He gets himself ready. He puts on some cologne, brushes his teeth, stares at himself in the mirror a little too long trying to psych himself up. He knows showing up without warning is probably not the best way to go, but he hopes that once you open the door and see him bearing gifts, you’ll be more open to listening to what he has to say.

He makes a stop on his way to your place because he impulsively decides to buy you some flowers and a cute gift box for the sculpture. He’s in a rush because he feels like he’s dying on the inside with you so upset at him. When he gets the flowers, he just stuffs a wad of cash in the florists hand before running back off to his car. He probably overpaid for them… but he doesn’t care.

He makes quick work of putting the sculpture inside of the pink box he picked out, adds a matching pink bow for good measure. Once he’s satisfied, he carefully placed the flowers and the gift box in his front seat, and nearly peels out of the parking lot in a hurry to get to you.

You’ve been sulking all damn week, because you miss him. At first you were pissed, because you swore he was lying, he just had to be. Why else would he be sending dick pics to someone? But as the week went on, you did start to question yourself. Because Jungkook had never given you a reason to not trust him, and despite that fact that neither of you have ever explicitly said it was exclusive… you know that it is.

Because when you’re both in a room full of people, his eyes never stray. When he tells one of his stupid jokes, the first person he looks for a reaction in is you. When he goes to the grocery store, despite you not living together, he always stocks up on your favs. And every morning and every night, no matter what, you are the first and last person he talks to. The little things tell you everything you need to know.

Even now, after he stopped blowing your phone up because you continued to ignore him, he made sure to text you good morning and goodnight.

So why would he lie? Why would he lie when all of the signs are there that you are his sole focus? You may be unaware of how deep his feelings are for you, but the little things show where his loyalties lay.

It’s just so hard to believe him because you can’t possibly fathom who else he could be sending nudes to, and if the reason wasn’t sexual, then why? You don’t exactly send pictures of your genitals to someone for casual or platonic reasons, so…

You’re sitting on your couch watching TV and pouting when he knocks at your door. You aren’t expecting anyone, so you have a feeling it’s him… you debate not answering the door, but in the end you do, because you’re just as irritable without him as he is you.

You open the door and keep a neutral expression on your face, you see him standing there with those same love sick puppy eyes and you nearly fold right then and there.

He’s holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a fairly large pink box with a bow on top. So he came prepared, it seems. You don’t know whether to be flattered or offended at the supposed bribe, but you keep an open mind.

“What do you want?” You say cooly… as if you’re not going to let him in anyway.

“Y/N can we please talk? I know you hate me right now, but please just let me explain myself. I swear this is all just a really big and stupid misunderstanding.”

He has no idea what’s going on in your head right now because you seem so calm, so collected. He wishes he could be like you, because if you don’t let him in, he swears he’s gonna cry and bang on your door until you let him. He’s not above throwing a fit at this point.

You stand there for a moment staring at him, making it seem as if you’re skeptical… but really, you just missed his pretty face.

“Fine.”

You open your door for him and he nearly fucking pushes you down when he barges his way in, afraid you’re going to change your mind.

He makes his way to your couch and sits down, pats the spot next to him and sits the gift box down on your coffee table along with the flowers.

“These are for you… open it first.”

You cross your arms and scoff at him, don’t sit down yet. You start to wonder if he’s avoiding actually explaining, wanting to butter you up first so that you’ll be more willing to forgive him.

“What? No, explain why you lied about sending—“

He holds his hand up to stop you from speaking, “Dammit, Y/N, open the damn gift first. You need to see it in order for me to explain. Please.”

You huff at him in response, because it’s kinda hot when he talks to you like that… but now is not the time to get hot and bothered. You don’t even know what his supposed ‘explanation’ is or if it’s something you’re willing to forgive.

You do listen to him though, you take a seat on the couch and grab the pink box. You take off the bow, which you love, and you carefully open up the box to reveal…

A penis. Hm.

You take it out and start inspecting it… you don’t know how to feel yet. You’ve been sleeping with him for months, you both know each others bodies very intimately, so you can immediately tell that it is indeed his dick, specifically because of the little heart shaped freckle down the shaft. You notice the bow that’s sculpted into it too, and you find yourself giggling at it without meaning to. Just like he thought you would. The entire gesture makes your cheeks warm. Such an odd fucking gift, but you already love it.

You turn it over, and you see at the base of it right above the testicles of the sculpture, in cute little letters ‘Property of Y/N’.

As weird as it is, you find the gesture so fucking cute… but you also don’t understand it. You don’t understand why he just gave you a coquette sculpture of his dick, what this has to do with the dick pic, and why it says property of Y/N, because that’s a very serious thing to put on a sculpture of his dick that he just have to you.

Before you gush over how much you love the silly thing, you ask wearily, “Ok… but like… what does this have to do with anything?”

Jungkook let’s out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and his heart pounds because he’s so fucking thankful you seem to be open to hearing him out.

He begins explaining hesitantly, “Yeah, right, so umm… lately I’ve been thinking… about us. And I sort of realized that I… like you. Like, a lot. Not just the sex or the whole fuck buddy thing, but I really fucking like you as a person Y/N.”

Now your heart is pounding because you genuinely didn’t expect this confession. Which in return, makes you impatient… because you like him too. But you can’t tell him that until you figure out what the fuck happened with the dick pic and wether or not you need to stop this before it starts, or forgive him, or even apologize for not letting him explain.

“Ok but what does that have to do—“

“I’m getting to that. Just… ugh, shut up, this is embarrassing.”

He looks away from you and starts biting at his lip ring. You feel kinda bad, because he really does look embarrassed about it. But oh, it is so fucking cute…

You nod at him and lean back into the couch, the sculpture in your lap as you silently agree to let him continue and try to keep your impatience in check.

He reluctantly continues, “After realizing this, I wanted to… tell you. Wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend. But I didn’t want to be cliche about it, I remember us talking about it before… so I wanted to do something special… something only for you.”

He lets out a breathy laugh and squeezes his eyes shut, because he starts overthinking a bit. He wanted to to something special for you, so he got a fucking sculpture of his dick made… ridiculous train of thought. Such a fuck boy thing to do.

“I remembered you making a joke about how if a guy proposes, you’d want it to be with something other than a ring… and I’m not proposing! But you know, it’s similar so… yeah. Fuck. Anyway, I did some research and found out that apparently dick sculpting is a type of art? And my dumb ass thought that was perfect…”

He chances a glance at you, looking up from his lashes as he sits forward and rests his elbows on his knees. So far, you seem receptive of the story… you don’t seem to be suspicious of him yet. Thank fuck.

“I commissioned an artist to make a sculpture of… my dick. For you. And they needed a picture for reference… it was all very professional. But when I took the picture, I guess I just automatically sent it to you, because I don’t do that shit with anyone else. So I didn’t think. But when I realized I texted it to you, instead of emailing it to the artist… I told the truth because I didn’t think about the implications. And I did a very fucking bad job at attempting to explain when you did start questioning it. That’s my bad…”

It’s slowly starting to make sense. The story is a bit… far fetched. But it’s so far fetched that you highly doubt Jungkook would have gone through the trouble to actually commission an artist and drop who knows how much on this sculpture just to save his ass. It may be a very specific situation, an original experience, if you will… but the proof is in the pudding, and you can tell by the look on his face that he isn’t lying.

“I should’ve just told you what happened but I doubted you’d believe me after how badly I fumbled. So I waited for the damn thing to show up. I can show you the emails back and forth with the artist and stuff too if you want… but Y/N I swear I wouldn’t lie about something like that. I haven’t fucked or even looked at another woman since we started messing around… don’t want to. Only want you. So please believe me.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes, and gives you a small pitiful smile. You do believe him. You really didn’t have any reason not to to begin with, but the miscommunication prevented you from seeing that.

It really was just some very stupid misunderstanding.

You say nothing. Instead, you set the sculpture down carefully, and you scoot closer to him. You grab his face gently, and lean in to kiss him.

Fuck. He missed your lips so bad.

He immediately kisses you back, damn near whines at how good it feels to have you again. To see that you aren’t rejecting his explanation or refusing to trust him, but you’re forgiving him. He kisses you back sweetly, one of his hands coming to the nape of your neck while the other cradles your jaw.

You pull back and murmur, “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. Was stupid of me. Forgive me.”

He smiles so fucking stupidly at this and nudges his nose against yours. He starts peppering your face with little kisses as he says, “Forgive me for being a fucking idiot…”

One last huge smooch to your forehead, and he pulls you into his lap. He feels so much more lighter now that things are cleared up. God, he wants to fucking laugh at how absurd it all is. All week he started to regret ever choosing to get a sculpture made of his fucking penis as a way to ask you to be his damn girlfriend… who the fuck does that?

Him, apparently. And he started wishing he fucking didn’t.

But seeing you now, seeing how you’re smiling at him with the same adoration in your eyes as him, he’s thankful he did it. Sure, was a very odd gift to get you… but it suits your dynamic perfectly. And the way you giggled at it bashfully, he knows you absolutely loved it.

He reaches down and squeezes your ass as you sit on his lap, not trying to initiate anything, just wanting to touch you. He stares at you in silence for a moment, because a week away from your pretty face was far too much.

He flicks his lip ring with his tongue before asking, “So… does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend then…?”

He doesn’t mean to sound so awkward when he asks, but he’s nervous that you’ll say no because you didn’t really say anything when he explained earlier…

Stupid boy, can’t he see how much you fucking adore him? Of course you’ll say yes.

But even then, you hum in response as your hands reach up to play with his hair, as if you’re mulling it over and considering your options.

“Mmm… depends. You gonna let me put a real bow on your dick? Make it all cute and coquette?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. Of course he will. Fucking anything you want if that means you’ll be his girlfriend, if you’ll let him love you and fuck you and take care of you for what he hopes is forever. And honestly, the thought of you putting a bow on his dick weirdly turns him on.

You giggle at him, lean in and press your lips against his again. You kiss him once more, a bit more tongue this time just so you can hear him pant and feel his heart beat faster against your chest.

When you finally come up for air, you say against his lips, “Then yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He lets out a breathy laugh, was nervous you were going to say no. But you didn’t. And he has never felt so fucking excited or proud about something, he swears.

He can actually say that you’re his girl now. Thank god for his coquette dick.

[sapphire-writes]

Our Last Summer (modern!HOTD)

part 8 of 10 || series masterlist || previous part || next part

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: The Kingsroad Country Club hosts its annual gala and auction. An unwelcome guest causes trouble for you and the gang.

word count: 6.2k

rating: Mature/Explicit/18+

warnings below the cut!

warnings: language, fighting, and mentions of violence, slight exhibitionism, oral (male-receiving, ball play), reader domming a lil bit, dirty talk, praise, cum eating, kissing

note: went a lil crazy with this one pls forgive my feral nature

dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

as always, comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated but not expected ❤️

“Torture,” Helaena says, her lips in a deep pout, “This is actual torture.”

You glance over at her as you all exit the car that dropped you off at the Kingsroad Country Club. It had just been you, Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena; Alicent had been driven separately several hours earlier to help prepare. 

Helaena smoothes the silver blue dress, looking rather uncomfortable yet stunning. You can’t imagine any of the Targaryens looking bad ever; they’re all blessed with angelic good looks. But Helaena is clearly out of her element in the silk dress and heels. You’d helped her with her makeup, though it was hard to get her to sit still.

You’d gotten ready with Helaena, as Baela was summoned to Dragonstone earlier in the day. The whole family was arriving together, to make an entrance. 

Aegon and Aemond are dressed similarly in suits and ties; the boys truly had it easiest. Though Aemond wore a black tie whereas Aegon wore a deep green one.  

You smooth your own dress, feeling a little self-conscious around the Targaryens. You’d chosen a silky black dress when you’d gone shopping a few weeks ago; it hugs every curve, falling to the middle of your thighs. You’d paired it with some hoops and a layered necklace (borrowed from Helaena). 

“You look incredible, Hel,” you assured her, and she rolled her eyes.

“I mean, I know,” she tells you, “I’m a hot person. You too! Very sexy chic,” she teases, grabbing your hand and twirling you.

Aemond smirks, watching the display. Your cheeks warm as you focus on not tripping in your heels. Helaena stops spinning you, pulling your back against her front.

“Careful, Aemond,” she teases, “I just might steal your girl.”

“Alright, enough,” Aemond says, reaching forward and taking your hand, pulling you from Helaena’s embrace.

She laughs as Aemond pulls you close before closing the car door. Aegon has propped himself against the hood of the car, attempting to light a cigarette. Helaena moves past him, smacking him on the back of the head. The cigarette falls to the ground and Aegon groans.

“Bitch,” he mutters.

“Watch it,” Helaena warns, heading up the steps, “Let’s go find Mom.”

Aegon trails behind her, flicking his lighter shut and shoving it into his pocket. 

Aemond’s fingers are still intertwined with yours as he moves to follow his siblings; you can feel the coolness of the rings that adorn his slender fingers. He stops just at the front of the car, leaning against it until he’s face to face with you. He holds your hand the whole time, pulling you forward gently.

“Shouldn’t we head in?” you ask, now standing between his legs. He drags your hand up, letting it go when it rests on his shoulder.

“In a minute,” he murmurs, bringing his hands to your waist, “First I want to tell you how beautiful you look.”

Your face warms and you blink rapidly, eyes downcast. For someone you originally thought was just a fuckboy, Aemond Targaryen was turning out to be quite the romantic. He somehow knew all the things to say that would send your heart fluttering in your chest, and turn your legs to jelly.

Aemond watches your reaction, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles. You wet your lips, looking up at him.

“Tell me then,” you tease, and he gently tugs you forward capturing your lips in a kiss.

It’s slow and passionate; heat curls in your belly along with a desperate ache between your legs. It trickles through your veins, flooding your entire body with euphoria. You’ve never felt this feeling before; this almost painful need for another person. Aemond deepens the kiss, letting his tongue slip into your waiting mouth. He tastes of spearmint, and something spicy; the rum Aegon had insisted you all try before heading over. 

Aemond pulls away, the slight smile still on his face as he rubs circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“You look beautiful,” he tells you, so close you can feel his lips moving with the words he speaks. 

You smile at his words, tilting your head to bump the tip of your nose against his. Aemond releases a breath as you do so, cupping your cheek with one large hand and pressing a softer kiss to your lips. 

“Let’s go,” he tells you, and you head inside.

The Kingsroad Country Club is nothing short of extravagant when you make your way into the main ballroom. You’d deposited your coat in a room down the hall for safekeeping. Your eyes are wide as saucers as you take in the gorgeous arrangement of colorful flowers throughout the room, and cream-colored silk streamers that hang from the ceiling.

Ice sculptures of various mythical creatures are scattered throughout the room, several of them dragons you can’t help but notice. Everyone is dressed to the nines; you’ve never been to such a fancy event. You spot Sara, clad in a deep purple dress and she waves at you, nudging Cregan who stands beside her. He gives you a friendly wave as well.

Floris is here; you spot her helping explain something to an older woman. She smiles at you brightly and mouths talk later, before returning to her task. Your chest warms as you scout the crowd for Baela and Rhaena. You know they’d arrived before you as you received a frantic text from Baela as you were getting ready. Help me, followed by a skull emoji. 

“I’ll get you a drink,” Aemond murmurs, leaning down to speak in your ear. You nod, continuing to look for the twins, and he walks over to the bar.

Helaena’s silver head comes into view; she’s standing next to Alicent who is speaking rapidly. Helaena’s expression is pained and she tugs her shoulder away from her mother’s reaching hand. The dynamics of this family are throwing you through loops. 

You hear a familiar voice call your name, and turn to see Will Tyrell accompanied by someone you don’t recognize. You give him a friendly smile as he approaches. Will had been more than understanding when you’d reached out to him earlier in the week; you’d told him while you had a lovely time, you thought it would be best to remain friends. 

Will, being the total sweetheart he is, agreed without hesitation. He makes his way over to you, wearing a white button-down shirt with an open dark navy jacket with matching slacks. His brown curls are slicked back against his skull. His friend is dressed similarly; clad in a deep maroon jacket and slacks. 

His features are sharp, almost fox-like. You notice he has rather large ears, hidden behind strawberry-blonde curls and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. 

“Good to see you,” you tell Will, pulling him into a friendly hug. You glance awkwardly at his friend, waiting to be introduced when Aegon joins you. 

“Hughie!” Aegon says, pulling in the stranger with his hand and clasping him on the shoulder, “Been a while man.”

“Yeah, good to see you,” he answers with a grin, “Been in Highgarden for most of the summer.”

His eyes drift over to you, “Hugh Florent.”

He holds his hand out which you shake, and smiles politely. Hugh’s eyebrow raises as you tell him your name, gaze flickering to Will who is lost in conversation with Aegon. Something about sharks from what you can hear. 

“You’ve been hanging with Will this summer, yeah?” Hugh asks, lips curving into a slight smirk. 

“We’ve been out a couple of times, yeah,” you tell him, as Aemond returns to your side. You feel him slide an arm around your waist, gently tugging you closer to his warm body.

Hugh’s eyes flicker between you both as Aemond hands you a glass of champagne. You thank him, taking a small sip; the bubbles leave a tingling sensation on your tongue.

“Aemond,” Hugh says with a grin, “You’ve decided to make an appearance.”

“My mother organized the gala and auction,” Aemond answers, his voice rather cold, “Important to support her.”

“Are you bidding on anything?” Hugh asks, placing his hands in his pockets.

“If something catches my eye,” Aemond answers, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

Hugh’s eyes slide over to you once more.

“Seems like something already did,” Hugh comments, as Will hands him a beer, “Thanks, man.”

You feel Aemond’s arm tighten around you, and he gives Hugh a tight smile, eye narrowing slightly. You glance up at him, feeling the tension rolling off his lean, muscular form. Aemond tilts down to your height, his lips beside your ear.

“Have you seen Baela yet?” he asks softly, and you shake your head, “I saw her while I was getting your drink; I’ll take you to her.” 

And with that, Aemond leads you away from Hugh, giving him a polite nod as you exit. Aemond keeps his arm around you as you move through the crowd and onto the large patio where some guests have begun mingling.

“Who is he?” you ask, keeping your voice low.

“One of Aegon’s fraternity brothers,” Aemond answers, jaw clenched, “Best to stay away from him.”

You couldn’t agree more. The uneasy feeling in your stomach from the interaction with Hugh doesn’t last long, as you spot Baela and Rhaena, along with Daemon and Rhaenyra. Luke is seated next to his mother fiddling with his tie. Rhaenyra scolds him before running her hand over the back of his head. 

Baela tilts her wine glass upwards, finishing the dregs before abandoning the glass on the table. Her eyes widen as she sees you and she uses the moment to pull away from her father and stepmother. Daemon makes a face but you watch Rhaenyra slide her hand into his, shaking her head gently. 

Baela’s arms sling around your shoulders pulling you into a tight hug. She smells like the perfume you got her for her last birthday; light and floral. 

“Holy shit you smoke show!” she comments, admiring your look, “Damn Aemond, you’re a lucky guy.” 

“Insanely,” Aemond agrees.

“You look stunning Baela, holy fuck,” you tell her. Baela is a goddess in her aquamarine-colored dress that clings to every curve. 

Some of her curls are pulled back from her face by silver pins adorned with seahorses with pale blue gemstones for eyes. The rest of her curls hang freely down her back. Glitter shimmers on her chest and arms, matching the highlighter atop her cheekbones. Baela looks the part of a sea enchantress, ready to drag those who cross her to a watery grave. 

Rhaena’s dress is similar, though a shade of pale pink. She waves at you, but stays close to her father’s side, standing between him and Rhaenyra. Her locs hang freely and you can see gemstones sparkling around her eyes.

Baela preens at your praise, giving you a little twirl.

“I mean, it was nothing really,” she says, “Thank god you’re here though, it’s been so boring.”

“How’s your dad?” you ask.

“Fine, I guess,” she says with a sigh, “He got what he wanted. The happy little family all together.” She crosses her arms in front of her. 

“No Jace?”

“He said he didn’t think he’d be back in time,” she reminds you, “Regatta is still 2 weeks away, he’ll be back for Luke.”

“That’s good,” you tell her. Luke looks lost without his brother. Smaller. 

Baela sighs, looking back at her family. Rhaena jerks her chin, motioning for Baela to rejoin. 

“Gods,” Baela grumbles, “Probably another picture. I had to take one with Rhaenyra earlier.”

“Sorry,” you tell her, wincing.

“It’s whatever at this point,” Baela says, rolling her eyes, “Catch you in a bit? The fireworks are supposed to be really cool this year.”

You nod, giving her hand a squeeze.

“You got this,” you tell her and she smiles, her eyes sad.

“Thank you,” she says, turning to Aemond, “Take care of my girl.”

“Will do,” Aemond promises. 

Baela turns back suddenly. 

“Shoot, will you do me a favor?” she asks, and you quickly nod, “Grab my phone? It's in the coat room. It’s my black one with the seahorse buttons.”

“Of course,” you tell her as Rhaena calls her name, “Go, go I’ll grab it and be right back.”

Baela thanks you again, heading back over to Rhaena and the others. You glance up at Aemond, handing him your glass. 

“I’ll be right back,” you tell him.

“Want me to come with you?” he asks.

“It’s alright, I’ll only be a moment,” you assure him, “Besides, maybe check on Hel? She looks like she’s in pain.”

Aemond chuckles slightly but agrees as you head out of the ballroom and down the hall. The music dies as you make your way further to the uninhabited side of the country club, pushing open the glass doors that lead to the smaller room where all the coats have been kept. 

There are other things present as well, some auction items to be revealed later in the night. You make your way to the women’s coats, fingering through them for Baela’s. It’s easy to spot with the buttons and you grab her phone, sliding it between your breasts. You remove your phone, as that’s where you’d been stashing it, and check your notifications.

“Hiding from someone?” a voice calls and you turn around, startled. 

Your phone drops from your hand, landing on the ground with a loud thump. Hugh Florent winces apologetically, leaning forward to grab it. He holds it out to you.

“Thanks,” you tell him, taking your phone with a tight smile.

“No problem,” he says, moving deeper into the room before throwing himself down onto a nearby chaise lounge, “I always try to escape these things too, they’re terribly boring.”

He pulls out a cigarette from his suit pocket, placing it between his lips before lighting it. The sweet smell of smoke fills the air, making your nose wrinkle. 

“You’re not hiding from Will, I hope?” he asks, before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“I’m not hiding from anyone,” you tell him, “I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke in here.”

A smile forms on his face around the cigarette that dangles from his lips.

“Our little secret then,” he says, causing the hair on your arms to stand on edge, “Want one?”

“No,” you tell him, “I should be getting back.”

“Stay a minute,” he insists.

“I really-”

“Stay,” he says, his tone more commanding this time, “Keep me company. Don’t be rude.”

Your face warms, the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and a lump begins to form in your throat. You hate feeling like this. Like you want to tell him to go fuck himself and leave the room. But your feet are glued to the floor and you stand, frozen in place. 

Hugh smiles at his victory and your obvious discomfort. You just need a minute, then you’ll go. C’mon, leave the room. Aemond is waiting. 

“You getting on with Will then?” he asks, and your stomach lurches. 

“We’ve gone out,” you tell him. 

“But you’re with Targaryen now?” Hugh clarifies and you nod.

If it's one thing men respect, it's another man having some sort of claim to you. The thought sours your stomach and causes tears to prickle in the back of your eyes. Your heart is beating against your ribs like a rabbit’s foot. 

You don’t suppose men ever feel this way. Like prey. 

“Well, if one-eye gets boring,” he drones, and you flinch at the cruel nickname, “You’re welcome to my bed anytime.”

Your lips curl in disgust.

“Excuse me?” 

“I’m just down the way a bit,” he says with a shrug, “Since you’re keen to give it up for King’s Landing residents.”

Your jaw drops at his insult, and suddenly adrenaline floods through you, your feet unstuck. The fear that was trickling through your veins moments ago is replaced with white-hot anger.

“Go fuck yourself,” you tell him, through gritted teeth.

Hugh leaps from the chaise as you go to leave, reaching out and grabbing your forearm, holding you in place.

“Just teasing, that’s all,” he insists, tightening his grip as you attempt to pull away.

“Get off me!” you yell, turning and slapping Hugh across the face. 

“Hey!” a deep voice echoes through the room and the pressure disappears from your forearm. A few tears slip past your lower lids as you meet the eyes of Cregan Stark. 

He walks forward into the room, his eyes locked on Hugh, who has backed up several paces.

“Everything's al-”

“Shut the fuck up man,” Cregan snaps at him, before turning to face you.

You release a shaky breath, wiping your hands over your cheeks, drying the tears that escaped. 

“Are you alright?” Cregan asks, ducking to meet your height. He places one hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles on your flesh.

You nod, struggling to find the words to thank him.

“Yeah….I’m okay…just a little shaken up,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice steady. Hugh straightens up, dusting his dress pants and running a hand over his gelled hair. 

“Let’s get you back to the party,” Cregan says softly, using his body to shield you from Hugh’s view. 

You let Cregan lead you toward the door, stopping briefly to whisper, “Please don’t say anything; I don’t want to make this a thing.”

Cregan’s expression is pained but he gives you a curt nod as the door opens. 

“You guys find any coolers in here?” Aegon asks, trying to squeeze by, “Waiters aren’t filling me up fast enough and the bar cut me off-”

Aegon’s sentence dies as he looks at you, his eyebrows concaving together in confusion. You watch as the gears whirl in his head as his eyes flicker between you and Hugh; your tear-stained cheeks, his tense posture, Cregan’s protective stance.

“Aegon don’t-”

Cregan’s words fall on deaf ears as Aegon pushes by you both and slams his hands into Hugh Florent’s chest. 

“AEGON!” you call.

“The fuck you think you’re doing, huh?” Aegon growls, grabbing Hugh by his shirt, “That’s my brother’s girl you’re messing with.”

“Relax bro,” Hugh says, that sly smirk still plastered on his face, “We were just talking, she didn’t have to get all upset-”

“I’m sure Aemond will love to hear that,” Aegon says roughly, “Go be a sleazeball somewhere else- not at my family’s fucking club.” Aegon releases him with a shove, straightening up and looking at you.

“You alright?” he asks, and you nod, lips parted in shock. You’d hardly expected Aegon of all people to come to your defense. 

He moves forward ushering you and Cregan back down the hallways towards the main ballroom.

“Let’s not mention this to Aemond right now,” Aegon says, on the opposite side of you, “I don’t think that-”

A whistle comes from behind you, as you’re heading out of the ballroom and onto the lit porch where most of the patrons have retired to watch the fireworks. You catch Aemond’s eye from across the sea of people, watching the corner of his mouth twitch into his familiar smirk. Your heart leaps into your throat, eyes wide. Aemond reads your upset expression instantly and begins moving forward toward you. 

You turn as Hugh enters, his tongue held between his teeth. It seems he’s not eager to end this. 

“You’re one to fucking talk, Egg,” Hugh says through a laugh.

“Hugh, I swear to-”

“I didn’t know she was spoken for,” Hugh continues, “Must be a real ego boost for your bro, to be hitting Tyrell’s sloppy seconds.”

Aegon surges forward, but Cregan blocks him with his chest. You raise your eyebrows, cheeks hot with humiliation. Will has overheard and makes his way over to you as well. 

“Is this guy for real?” you ask, not believing what you’re hearing, “Aegon just leave it!”

Aegon gives an exasperated chuckle, holding both hands out in front of him. Will frowns, shaking his head at his friend. Several guests have started to watch the scene unfold.

“Not cool dude,” he says, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Just standing up for you, bro,” Hugh insists.

“Well don’t,” Will says, before turning and giving you an apologetic look. 

Aemond is weaving his way closer, still moving through the crowd as Aegon insists to Cregan he’s fine. Cregan reluctantly steps in front of you and Aegon, pushing open the glass doors leading outside. He holds them open for you both, standing on the deck letting in the warm night air and music that plays from the live band. 

You think you’re in the clear as Aemond squeezes by Cregan into the room. His hands find yours and you press yourself closer to him. He releases one of your hands to cup your cheek, violet eye flickering over your face taking in every inch. He holds your cheek carefully, as though you may shatter in his palm. 

“What happened?” he murmurs, gaze moving to rest on Hugh. You cover his hand with your own.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you assure him, feeling your anxiety calm in his presence. 

“If she’s not putting out, maybe Helaena is,” Hugh calls to Aegon, “She’s been looking pretty hot lately-”

Everything happens very fast after that. Will tells Hugh off, pushing his shoulder lightly as Aegon lurches forward once more. This time, he’s quicker than Cregan and he sends Hugh Florent tumbling to the ground. 

“Asshole!” you yell at Hugh, just as Aegon collides with him, “Oh shit, shit shit!”

“Aegon!” Aemond calls, pulling his brother from Hugh. 

“Keep my family’s name out of your fucking mouth!” Aegon snarls as Aemond drags him backward through the door and onto the outdoor space. 

The scuffle has been noticed at this point, with several people leaning over one another to see what all the ruckus is. Hugh laughs from behind you, wiping some blood that trickles from the corner of his mouth. 

“Still fiery as ever, Egg,” Hugh teases, eyes alight with mischief, “Wondered where that went.” 

It’s Aemond who turns to him now, his gaze cold as ice. He doesn’t say anything, just stares him down until Hugh swallows, and breaks away from his gaze. Hugh coughs, before heading back inside, finally retreating. 

“I’m good, I’m good!” Aegon says to Cregan who is still attempting to corral him.

Helaena pushes through the crowd, a concerned expression on her face. 

“What the fuck happened?” Helaena asks, but Aegon shakes his head.

“He’s a prick, he deserved to be called out that’s all.”

“Now? You think now was the best time to do that?” Helaena growls, raising a brow.

Aegon clicks his tongue, sharply inhaling through his nose. He could tell her what Hugh said, but he stays quiet instead. 

“Great,” Hel says, exasperated, “Mom is going to skin us alive.”

She’s probably right. If you’ve learned anything about Alicent Hightower-Tarageyn, it’s that events like these are important to her. Image is everything. Aegon shrugs, but you can tell the thought of his mother being angry with him makes him anxious; his hands have begun to tremble. 

“Mr. Targaryen,” a security guard says approaching, “My apologies sir but we’ve received several complaints and are going to have to escort you from the party-”

“What?” you ask incredulously, “He didn’t do anything.”

“Ma’am-”

“He was helping me, you can’t kick him out,” you tell them, “If anything Hugh should leave!”

“It’s all good, no no, I’ll go,” Aegon assures them, reaching into the ice bucket on top of the outdoor bar and grabbing a bottle of champagne, “Party’s getting lame anyway.”

He begins walking down the steps and onto the grass that extends off into the golf courses in the distance. 

“Hel? You got a j with you? Wanna blow this place?” he calls, looking back with a lopsided grin.

Helaena smiles at her brother, rolling her eyes.

“Night’s going to hell anyway,” she says with a sigh, “Fuck it I guess.”

She hurries after Aegon, down the steps. 

“C’mon Aem! Live a little!” Aegon calls, walking backward toward the golf course. 

Aemond glances at you and you slip your hand into his, tugging him forward.

“Let’s go,” you tell him, grinning.

You turn suddenly, spotting Baela with Rhaena. Daemon stands behind her, observing the scene along with Rhaenyra who sits beside him. His hand rests on her shoulder as she strokes her protruding pregnant belly.

“Bae!” you call, motioning to her.

Her eyes are sad and she wets her lips looking back at her father.

“C’mon Baela!” Aegon calls, echoed by Helaena.

You can see Daemon’s brows knit together, see him mouthing to Baela trying to get her to stay. But Baela rushes forward with a smile on her face, holding her skirts as she runs down the steps and across the field. You hold your arms open as she barrels into you, embracing you in a spinning hug as you continue further away from the party. 

“Jackpot!” Aegon says, finding a row of golf carts. He jumps in the driver's seat and Helaena sits beside him. Aegon reaches back to pat the backseat, “My lady,” he says motioning for Baela to sit. 

She does with a laugh, just as Rhaena tumbles down the hill, with Sara in tow; their fingers laced together. 

They grab the next one just as Aegon revs the engine, taking off down the green hills. You can hear Helaena cheering as you watch them bob and weave through the grassy hills. Rhaena and Sara take off moments later.

You and Aemond start the next one, driving it slower than the rest at a more leisurely pace. You lean your head back, looking up at the stairs, and letting the warm summer night air pass over you. 

You can hear the laughter of your friends growing louder as the sounds of the gala begin to die in the distance.

You trail behind them for a while, before taking a detour down a more secluded part of the golf course. Aemond throws the golf cart in park, looking over at you. You reach in between your boobs, pulling out Baela’s phone and placing it on the dashboard with your own on top of it.

“What happened?” Aemond asks, his fingers stroking your arm.

“Nothing important,” you assure him, “Just Hugh being a douchebag. Aegon really helped me out, I’ll have to thank him.”

Aemond hums to acknowledge your comment.

“Aegon’s nothing if not loyal,” Aemond agrees, “Like a golden retriever.”

You snort at the comparison. 

“It was really nice,” you tell him, “How do you get asked to leave your own club?”

“Our family is just one of many donors,” Aemond tells you, “It’s not like we truly own the place.”

You nod, turning in the seat to face him.

“Where have they gone?” you ask, listening closely for the sound of your friends.

They must have gone pretty far ahead, all you can hear is the crickets chirping and the gentle sounds of waves crashing against the rocks in the distance. 

“Don’t know,” Aemond comments, “Here, let's sit here,” He motions to the rather spacious backward-facing rear seats, “Bet we can see the bay.”

You exit, sitting down on the rear seats. Sure enough, you can just make out Blackwater Bay in the distance. You lean into Aemond as he sits beside you.

You reach forward, placing your hand on his upper thigh beginning to stroke smooth circles. You mean it innocently enough to begin with; just wanting to be touching him in some capacity. But his breathing turns shallow, and you can soon feel his cock hardening, straining through his slacks. 

You move your hand over his bulge, squeezing gently, before letting your hands fiddle with the zipper. Aemond remains very still beside you.

“Can I?” you ask, heart, pounding with anticipation as you glance up at him. 

“Fuck, of course, you can,” he tells you as you continue to palm his bulge, “Anything you want.”

You ease the zipper down and dip your hands in to remove his half-hard cock from his slacks; running your hand up and down at a leisurely pace. Aemond hisses as you squeeze him; you can feel him pulsating in your palm. It sends warmth pooling in between your thighs and you wet your lips in anticipation.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask, innocently tilting your head to the side.

“Don’t tease me,” he says through gritted teeth.

You slide off the seat, positioning yourself in the space between his legs. He widens his stance, letting his knees fall open. Kneeling in front of him you give his cock a tug. 

“I don’t really think you’re not in a position to make demands,” you tease, ignoring his command. 

Aemond releases a throaty moan as you lean forward, wrapping your lips around the swollen head. You hum in appreciation, looking up at him through your lashes as you suckle at the tip.

“Fuck,” he whispers, as you widen your mouth letting your tongue taste the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to the vein that travels up his length. 

You drag your tongue up slowly, removing your lips and letting your tongue slide over his slit gathering the precum that leaks from it.

You swallow what your tongue collected, pumping him a few more times with just your hand. He’s so big. The perfect girth where your fingers struggle to touch each other when your hand is wrapped around him. 

Long, hard, and heavy; always demandingly pressed against you, eager to be buried inside you in whichever way you preferred. Such a pretty cock Aemond has it drives you fucking insane. You haven’t had the time yet to appreciate it the way you’d like to. But now is your opportunity. 

“You’re so pretty,” you comment, eyes wide as you watch your hand engulf him.

Aemond lets out a breathy laugh.

“Stop it,” he begs, his voice breaking into a slight whine; it makes you smile.

You lean forward, engulfing him fully in your mouth- at least as much as you can before you’re forced to pump the rest with your hand. Aemond’s hand flies to the back of your head keeping your mouth securely on him. You begin to move, dragging your mouth up and down along his length, and swirling your tongue around him. 

You hum at the feeling of his hand tightening on the back of your head as you continue. 

“Gods,” he groans, “So fucking perfect.” 

Your lips tug upwards in what you can manage of a smile with his cock stuffed to the hilt down your throat. You gag slightly as he rocks his hips, pressing further down your throat. Aemond’s head tilts back, his chest rising and falling with his uneven, shaky breath. 

You hollow your cheeks creating more suction as you try to take him deeper in your throat. Your heart is pounding and you try to even your breathing through your nose as you focus on not gagging on his thick length. 

“Fucking hell,” he whines, “Oh gods--- fuck that mouth.” His hips lurch forward and you moan around him, drool dribbling out the corner of your mouth and onto your chin. 

Aemond’s hand grips the back of your head, holding on for dear life as your hand joins your mouth in its efforts. Lewd, wet noises fill the summer air and you pull off him with a gasp.

“Seven hells,” he whimpers, as you lean forward, mouthing at his balls. 

You eagerly press your tongue against them, rolling them against your mouth as you continue to jerk him off with your hand. Aemond’s a mess, head falling back, eye squeezing shut in pleasure. You suckle at the soft skin between his balls, alternating your attention between the pair of them. 

“You like that baby?” you murmur, kissing up his shaft, “Like when I play with your balls?”

“Fuck yes,” he whimpers, “Oh fuck, feels so good-” his sentence ends in a desperate whimper as you take him fully in your mouth once more.

You bring your hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you suck him off. You love the feeling of having Aemond at your mercy; pride sears through your veins like fire at the messy state of him. The hand that isn’t on your head clutches the back of the seat, digging into the soft tan leather. 

You release him with a pop, tapping the head of his cock on your outstretched tongue. Aemond watches you, eye wide, as you kiss the swollen head of his cock, before smiling up at him. 

“Are you gonna cum?” you ask, as innocently as you can, eyes wide, “Want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Holy fucking--,” Aemond whines, as you suckle at the tip before dragging your lips down the side of his shaft, “Fuck yes, yes I’m gonna cum-” You lick a path up his shaft, engulfing him in your mouth once more.

You know he’s close, you can feel him pulsating in your mouth, but you want to drag this out as long as you can. You know from experience that Aemond isn’t usually the submissive type, and having him like this is a real treat.

“Fuck, gods you’re such a good girl,” Aemond praises as you move your head faster, “Shit..I fucking love this…like you so much..” Your cheeks warm at his praise, and pleasant butterflies flutter in your belly. 

You release him one final time, pumping him with your hand. You’re a drooling mess, hand and face covered in saliva as you grin up at him. 

“Let me taste your cum,” you tell him, “Please, give it to me, I want it so bad.”

“Fucking, yeah fuck I’ll give it to you,” Aemond whines, “So good, so fucking good, oh fuuuck.” His words die with a whimper as his dick twitches in your mouth and his warm, salty release hits the back of your throat.

You moan, taking it all, making sure to keep some in your mouth as you pull off of him. Aemond’s hand finds your chin, angling it upwards.

“Show me,” he asks, and you present your tongue to him before swallowing, “Such a fucking good girl.”

He drags you upwards onto his lap, kissing you harshly tasting his release on your tongue. He moans into your mouth and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“My good girl,” he murmurs between kisses, “Gods you’re perfect. My girl is so perfect.”

You’re preening at his praise, moaning happily against him as he continues to kiss you, moving to press his lips against your neck. 

His fingers move beneath your dress, just as the sound of tires can be heard in the distance, along with yelling. Aemond growls, biting down against your shoulder causing you to cry out at the mixture of pleasure and pain. You lift your hips as Aemond moves his semi-hard cock back into his pants, zipping them.

“This isn’t finished,” he promises, cupping his hand around the back of your neck and kissing you once more, “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that.”

Anticipation tingles down your spine and you giggle against his mouth.

“What’re you going to do?”

“Oh just you fucking wait,” he murmurs, hands grabbing the meat of your ass. You can feel his smile against your mouth as he kisses you.

“Yo! Lovebirds! Yoo-hoo!” Aegon calls, bringing the golf cart to a screeching stop beside you. 

Helaena lurches forward as it stops, giggling maniacally. You can smell the weed from here, and laugh, pulling yourself from Aemond’s lap.

Aegon dramatically frowns, leaning against the steering wheel, as Sara and Rhaena pull up beside them. His eyes narrow.

“Are we interrupting something?” Aegon asks, tapping his finger against his chin.

“No,” you answer.

“Yes,” Aemond says, not missing a beat.

You slap him playfully on the chest.

“Too bad, we missed you losers,” Helaena sneers, but she gives you a happy smile. 

“Dude, look at the moon!” Rhaena says, stepping out of the cart and laying on the grass. Sara joins her, laying beside her. 

Baela gets out as well, and soon you’re all lying down facing the clear night sky. Sara points out different constellations, which Aegon struggles to identify until Sara is practically holding his hand, pointing to each star. 

Suddenly some sprinklers begin to go off in the distance and Baela chuckles, mentioning you’ll have to leave soon to avoid getting soaked. Aemond’s arm is draped underneath your head, and you curl into him, listening to the sound of his heart beating.

“Come back to mine?” Aemond asks, his voice a low murmur.

You hum, nuzzling against him.

“What about no sleepovers?” you tease and he pulls you closer.

“The rules are null and void,” he says firmly, pressing his lips against your forehead. Warmth floods through you and your chest swells with emotion. 

As you listen to the sound of crickets echoing around you a sharp pain pierces your chest. The month of August has always felt melancholic to you.

A month of endings.

The music of the sprinklers and the crickets suddenly changes into the sound of summer coming to an inevitable end. 

Of you and Aemond coming to an end.

You pull him closer, throwing your leg over his and tucking your head deeper into the crook of his neck. Breathing in his cologne, relishing the feeling of the kiss he places on the top of your head. 

You don’t want to think about that now. August is here, but it’s not over yet. 

This moment here in this field, wrapped up in his arms, is endless.

note: thank you so much for reading!! we've got 2 parts left besties!!

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Headcanons —» "them with a really attractive girlfriend"

Characters —» Shinichiro, Ran x fem!reader

Notes —» I didn't know if I should tag you or not but you know who you are, hope you like it lovely person ~ ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

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Shinichiro Sano

HE'S A SIMP

Did I mention that he's a simp for you?

He's nowhere near someone who's out for looks but the moment he saw you, his eyeballs almost left their respective sockets

He entirely fell for you when the two of you got to know each other better though

Whenever someone catcalls you, he insists that he can fight so you don't have to worry

He once mentioned that when the others were around and they almost choked laughing (if only they knew ;))

Shin loves to admire you

This man gets lost in you waaaay too often (better not think anything wrong, ya pervs :b)

His friends would often ask why you even chose to date him with his poor flirting skills but you quickly told them off as you listed every single good trait of his

Shut them up real quick

When you're alone behind closed doors, this man would praise you like his life depends on it

You could have the biggest bird's nest looking hair known to humankind and he would still get on his knees for you

Though, he does get a teeny tiny bit jealous sometimes when someone tries to flirt with you

He's just good at hiding it and he trusts you

Please tell him how pretty he is because literally, who wouldn't go feral over him?

Such a precious babe

Jealousy rate — 3/10

Protectiveness rate — 5/10 — he knows you can defend yourself

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Ran Haitani

Little shit

Actually big shit, but not as in he's 'THE' shit

He knows he's hot and he knows you're hot

Ran's nowhere near a fuckboy but his flirting skills SUCK (his lil' bro is better at it but he doesn't want to acknowledge it)

Probably tried to get you to go out with him by telling you some weird ass pick up line

You considered ghosting him after that but Rindou saved his ass and talked to you for him

Ever seen a salty Haitani? Because he was for the whole time until you texted him the next day

After you guys got together, you would tease him for his poor attempt to lure you in and he would still get embarrassed over it, even after years of dating

Would try to flip the story around, as if you were the one who had the hots for him

Give him the silent treatment for 5 minutes and he will follow you around like a lost puppy until you give in

He's a secret-not-so-secret simp for you though and will definitely talk about you around his friends, always positively and lovely too!

Ran also ALWAYS has to have his hands on you when you're out together — he'd either hold your hand or have his arm around your waist

Has weird ass nicknames for you and I'm not even kidding 😭

Bless his heart though, this babe right here is one of the best men to boost your confidence, he makes you feel like a queen

Jealousy rate — 2/10 — not jealous at all, he knows he's yours and so do you

Protectiveness rate — 4/10

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[tvhsleb3ww]

A LIFETIME BLESSING — ISSEI MATSUKAWA

tw : mentions of the deceased, funeral, pda, allergic reaction

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matsukawa issei never thought he'd find the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. he always thought he was destined to be alone and he really doesn't like to socialise with women that much.

some might say he's a nonchalant robot who doesn't care about others unless they are important to him, some might say he's a wild fuckboy who hooks up with a lot of women. but in reality— both aren't true. (or at least he thinks so)

to summarize, he doesn't think he's a loverboy at heart and no woman would make him lovestruck.

yet here he was.

it was the wee hours of the morning, around 6am or so. he can be a lot of things but an early bird is not him. bonus points, he's a heavy sleeper too. so, it'd take him a long time to wake up.

he has a busy day arriving. a newly delivered deceased had arrived at the funeral home yesterday evening and today is the day of the funeral. his boss wouldn't want him to slack off and actually arrange the funeral properly.

a ringing sound broke the tranquility of your shared bedroom. it must be your alarm. he groans lightly as his eyes started to flutter open, it's always your alarm that wakes him up with a sour mood.

he sighed and sat up on the bed, careful not to wake you up. he had one hand behind your head so you could stay rested on his chest while he deals with your phone.

before he could press the button— you had fluttered your eyes open. you brought your hands to your eyes to rub the sleepiness away. "mmh— issei?" you mumbled followed by a yawn.

he huffs as the alarm stopped ringing before joining to lie down beside you. he leaned down a little to press a kiss on your forehead. his fingers gently stroke your cheek. "m' sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you up" he murmured against your skin.

but something wasn't right. when he attached his lips onto your skin, he felt like his lips were burning. it couldn't be that he had an allergic reaction, right? that doesn't make sense. he really shouldn't have slept during biology class back in high school.

his fingers that were stroking your cheek also felt hot. then, he moved his hands to feel the rest of your skin. your whole body was burning!

he pulled away slightly to take a good look at you.

"baby, are you having a fever?" he asks gently, his eyebrows furrowed together. a small cough escapes pass your lips. that was enough proof to let him know that you are in fact— sick.

in a flash, he gently gets out of bed— making you confused. "issei?" you called out, where is he going? he walks to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

"i'm gonna take some pills and make you breakfast, okay? just lie down and rest your pretty head" he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

despite his usual affection, you can't help but to let the blood rush in your cheeks. not just because of the fever.

"thank you, 'sei" you mumbled as he smiles against your skin.

the next thing he knew— he had to call his boss to let him know about his absence today. yeah, he didn't like hearing the old man's nagging first thing in the morning but on the plus side, he gets to take care of you.

and it was so worth it when he got sick the day after. now, it's your turn to take care of him!

(sorry for the disappearance, ive been busy)

[emmitaaa4]

I want to preface this little rant by saying that I am all for ship and let ship—at the end of the day none of this has any significance, and we should all get to enjoy our silly little ships to our heart’s content. Me personally I just want Elain to do whatever the hell she wants and be happy in the end. That being said, rn I just felt like getting something off my chest.

From what I have seen and understood, most of The Other Side believes that Azriel feels entitled to Elain. That he sees her as a sexual object, or at the very most as a rebound he doesn’t truly care for, nor respect; he does not think of her beyond what he can get from her sexually. They say his attitude towards her is toxic in its ‘possessiveness’; he doesn’t consider her an equal, for he sees her as a perpetual damsel in distress he must save; his attraction to her / feelings for her are a symptom of some twisted trauma response.

We know that they believe that. We’ve heard it. Over and over and over. Since 2021. Hell, everybody’s momma probably knows it, too, with the way that rhetoric is spread. But Elriels have made it plenty clear that we have a very different interpretation of the text and do NOT agree with those assessments of Azriel (nor half the things the poor man is diagnosed with, bless his fictional soul), considering what we do know of Azriel’s character and his relationship with Elain, based on the books--and yes, the bonus (see this, this, and this post). Otherwise—i.e. if we believed him an incel x fuckboy hybrid (probs the first of his kind!) who is only interested in getting her in is bed—we would obviously not be shipping them together: most of us (99% I’d say lol) care about Elain more than we do Az, or care about them both just as much.

So it is getting pretty tiring to see us shippers—the actual humans behind the screen—labelled as having a toxic/immature view of what love is, of being “too young/naive” to see the supposed red flags, of mistaking lust for love because we have not experienced a healthy relationship (?), of actually promoting toxic relationships & advocating for toxic masculinity (which someone told me on tiktok just now)(stay away from tiktok, folks). Those generalizations are wild to me, not only because they are wildly untrue and condescending, but because Elriels are a colorful bunch, you know—when you’re speaking of the fandom Villain™, you’re speaking of people of every demographic, speaking of daughters mothers grandmothers, depressed uni students (pardon the self-insert), etc... I need to get thicker skin, but those statements can get pretty hurtful in the long run. And I’m tired of feeling the need to justify myself as if we’re wrong for shipping two people who MUTUALLY want one another and lets be serious, no its not “just lust”.

I know I know, I am probably being dramatic. But it’s just weird to see a ship being so demonized and its shippers along with it, all because louder portions of the fandom disagree with our opinions and insist on toxifying ours. Just to be clear, I know that many have had unpleasant experiences/interactions with Elriels, just like many Elriels have had the same with Gwynriels and/or Eluciens. I condone none of the disgusting behaviour I’ve seen from some shippers, and in fact I abhor it. As everyone should.

To end this on a good note.

Elriels, I say we run with it. Az wants Elain for himself. He is jealous and his mind is plagued by thoughts of her. Her presence is too much to bear, for he can’t stand to be in the same room as her and pretend like he feels nothing. He is ready to beg on his knees for a chance to worship her, and it took Nesta one look to see it.

AZ IS OBSESSED AND I SAY WE EMBRACE IT.

[itsmmatchaa]

𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗜

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹"Aren't you the sweetest thing that i've ever seen?"

•♡•SEX: male, but he can shapeshift if wants to

•♡•SEXUAL ORIENTATION: yes :)

•♡•SPECIES: kitsune/deity

•♡•NICKNAMES: kisu, pink boy, boytoy

•♡•OCCUPATIONS: currently at uni studying fashion design, deity of all forms of love, messenger of love (equivalent to eros, the erotes, cupid and yue lao).

•♡•AGE: 689

•♡•BIRTHDAY: 14th feb

•♡•HOMETOWN: gods realm, house of love

•♡•MBTI: ESTP

•♡•HEIGHT: 182 cm

•♡•EYECOLOR: pink with hints of red and a heart shaped pupil

•♡•HAIR: dark pink to baby pink in a jellyfish cut

•♡•SKINCOLOR: he's tan, (unfortunately I didn't find a tan photoplayer with pink hair)

•♡•ABOUT KISUMI: Kisumi is a social butterfly, always happy and excited to meet new people, he is the type who pays attention to everyone and everything around him, and will always do his best to make everyone comfortable and happy. Still, he's not afraid to get into a fight if necessary.

As a messenger of love, he can be horni and enter lovegame mode very quickly. When this happens, his eyes become brighter and turn from pink to bright red.

He looks like the typical fuckboy, and indeed he is, but not the toxic type. I think he's more like a jock, stupid but nice and sweet and a caring one, also he's super gentle with animals, almost like a Disney princess. If you be lucky enough to catch Kisumi's eyes, oh bestie you'll be treated like royalty for an entire night, and he'll only have you on his mind at that moment. Also don't worry, he drinks respect woman juice every day and always spreads the word about the importance of aftercare.

•♡•POWERS: Kisumi is a messenger of all forms of love: fraternal love, love between friends, love between lovers, self love, love for wisdom, etc. most of times he knows when and with who people will fall in love, and he's the responsible to bring the love for them, very much like eros, but he uses his hand or a pink shotgun instead of arrows to do his job. he can't choose with who the person will fall in love, this means that even if the relationship is fated to end in tragic way, he can't interfere.

that amount of power comes with a price: even if it's a blessing to feel the love of all humans and creatures, this also means that doesn't matter how strong or obsessive it is, he will feel it. but he can also feel the pain, the sadness and the rage when the love is gone (yes he do have yanderish behavior sometimes due the amount of love and other feelings he carries all the time) it's his blessing, but also his curse. it's the price that comes with his power. to deal with this, he meditate and fight a lot, trying to use his energy in something all the time and engaging in all types of activities. His favorite at the moment is american football.

•♡•LIKES: pink, bunnies, heart shaped glasses, dance, ice cream cake, milkshakes, juices made of tropical fruits, handicraft (he's a DIY bitch), romcoms films, makeup, playing football, the gym (yep hes also a gym whore), pearls and touching grass :D

•♡•DISLIKES: overly dramatic people, you see, he is a attention whore and drama queen, but its only a joke. people that like to complain and play the victim in everything really upsets him. pot a big fan of doritos, he hates the smell, bad gossip, the kind of gossip that can ruin someone's life, he likes gossip but not the extremely harmful one. toxic man, cockroaches.

•♡•TRIVIA:

messenger kiitsunes have 5 forms:

spiritual: the first and easiest, they are born that way, they are like little floating souls. do small jobs like carrying letters between the gods, and helping lost souls or children or even protecting forests and temples half fox: when they already have a physical body, having the human body with a fox tail and ears physical fox: name says it all, they can transform into foxes complete human life: at least 400 years of cultivation (meditation and study) to achieve spiritual core: can be unlocked through the spirit form if you become a great entity, in which case you create a domain of your own, almost as if it were a dimension to accumulate your powers, and it becomes the your own magical/spiritual core. it is very difficult to reach this point, only high-ranking entities or foxes, such as the Counselor and elder leaders with about 750 years of cultivation, achieve this form.

Kisumi and his brother Karakuri however managed to master the 5th form, the spiritual core with 32 years of existence. Many say that the ability the brothers have is due to the fact that they were born from the spiritual union of two women, Inari and Kadanke.

the creator of akai ito with his mom

able to seduce people with just one look

even if he looks like just came out of "mean girls" he's 100% golden hearted himbo

he's the mom's friend type of guy, all moms and kids love him ( i ask myself why)

bullying problems? no more, call Kisumi and see your bullies cry in misery and beg your forgiveness

foxes used to be messengers only for Inari, but Inari wanted to help her brothers and sisters gods and decided to turn the foxes into helpers of all deities

kisumi is a one of the many messengers of love, currently the leader of them, but he became so powerfull that he can be considered a deity and some people worship him as a god

his name is inspired by japanese pronunciation of "kiss me"

he usually pranks his brother karakuri

hates cockroaches and will use fireballs and guns to kill them

while his brother use a spear to fight, kisumi use his fists, and unlike eros that use a bow and arrow to shot the mortals with love, kisumi use a shotgun

PERSONAL NOTE: I created Kisumi as a form to comfort myself. He's the type of man that one day I want to know and fall in love with. He's like my own therapy and friend that I would love to have. I really like Kisumi very much and I hope you dear reader like him too.

Do not copy or use as your own.

[maissafespace]

Fear.

Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Megumi went from high school delinquent to fratboy, he was lowkey with his escapades with women making him look somewhat decent, everything turns around when he ends up sleeping with the only girl he sat next to everyday in class.

Warnings: a bit of angst, explicit nsfw, friends with benefits, drunk sex implied, both were drunk, fuckboy!megumi, commitment issues, breeding kink, oral sex male and female receiving, jealousy, self loathing, a lot of toxicity, rough sex, break up sex.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: Show some love to Megumi, I don't know how long it passed since I read a fic where reader doesn't cheat on him for Toji... instead of Megumi? like Megumi? The quiet ones are the freakiest, he got the body, he the pretty boy, he was the school delinquent and y'all still don't show him enough love. This story has an open ending, comment what you choose by the end ig XD. ko-fi donations :))

Masterlist - Masterpost

You and Megumi  met in class, you sat next to each other, chatting every morning and afternoon about whatever crossed your mind, even if he didn’t look like the talkative type, he was a great listener.

When he told you he was part of the biggest fraternity on campus during a conversation about the trashy parties that take place, you couldn’t actually believe it, he did not seem like the type of guy to party every week and all the things that came with it and the reputation.

But once you saw him across campus making his way into one of the girls' dorms like it was his own house, you knew he was exactly the type, he was just reserved about it. Your image of him didn’t change, he was still a great guy, when you asked him about all the fraternity matters he also revealed to you that he was in there thanks or because of his family’s past history in this college.

His father and his uncle were apparently both presidents during their time so it was just rightful of him to at least be part of it.

You would call him your friend to be honest, after half a year it was the minimum. His daily grumpiness or just little gestures made you always laugh and put you in a good mood, while his attractiveness was just a bonus to bless your eyes everyday. He was great at all the little games you’d play to kill time, it felt like a nice fresh breath of air.

Your heart had started to fasten a little after some time each time you saw him, even though it shouldn’t.

But the little rare smiles he’d give only to you when you said or did something couldn’t make it easier.

It was curiosity that brought you into a frat party, there were rumors you couldn’t just help but to settle with your own eyes.

When you arrived, the sight of bodies crushing each other, loud music, alcohol and smoke were everywhere, pretty much solidifying your imagination. There was the ping pong table, the ones doing body shots, those in the pool, little stripes of white powder on the table glass…

You felt a little bit out of place, till your eyes caught the silhouette of the man you saw almost everyday, relief washing you as you finally saw Megumi.

He was leaning on the counter, drink at hand as he just simply watched over everyone else. That’s how he saw your figure as well, a tiny black dress tightly hugging your figure, showing every curve, making his cock twitch in his pants at the sight, how many times since the beginning of the year had he thought about bending you over in the middle of class, filling your tight innocent cunt with his cum, it should be illegal.

There was something about you, maybe it was the fact he had not met you at a party and you were a regular person in his life, the little warmth he felt every time around you, just made you even more of a desire and happiness for him.

A drop of mischief filled him.

It’s no surprise that less than an hour later, you were in between the sheets of his bed, his cock rutting inside of you, while you cried and screamed his name and he groaned, making sure to mark anywhere on your body. The couple of drinks you had earlier might have added to the oversensitivity you two had, how the slight touch of his lips on your neck and nipples were so arousing to you.

You don’t remember the exact number of rounds, enough for you to hiss when coming out of bed and sneaking out early in the morning.

The next day, he woke up in his own empty bed. Eyebrows raised in confusion, did he want a morning round? Yes, he did. But as his eyes wandered around the room, the time on the clock made his naked figure jump out of the bed. He was late.

His hood up as the hangover was taking a toll on him, the light and the noise around was too much. But he expected that it was not his first time.

What he did not expect was you being completely unfazed when he sat down and greet him as the two of you fucking each other and that being the best sex of your life didn’t happen, instead you greeted him like you always did, with a smile and a coffee already on his side.

As the lecture went by he was getting frustrated, did that mean nothing more would happen? Did he ruin your friendship? Would he never have the privilege of pounding into you again?

“Listen-” He started but you shushed him down almost immediately.

“We’ll talk about it later.” You said, your eyes never leaving your laptop and the notes you were taking, but that had at least calmed him down… or made him even more anxious.

When the lecture ended, he waited for you to collect your things and walked you back to his fraternity home. You were just as nervous as him, you honestly didn’t remember much of the trip, you two were silent and a second later from your thoughts you were already entering the house.

“You’re the one from this morning!” Your attention was caught by the pink-haired guy sitting on the couch in the living room. You waved with a smile, you had met him in the morning while sneaking out, he was attempting to cook pancakes.

“Nice to see you again too! Did you follow my advice on the dough?” You said standing behind him on the couch.

“I did, they came out a lot fluffier, oh, Fushiguro! Is she a friend of yours?” He asked, Megumi nodded once, he was a bit annoyed that you were getting along with him, not even, he should be the only contact you have in this house.

“I’m Y/N L/N, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself this morning, I was kind of late and I had to go home first.” He shook your hand, while you awkwardly laughed a bit, a tiny grin coming onto his face, knowing the implications of said words.

“Yuji Itadori, and don’t worry about it.” Behind you, Megumi cleared his throat.

“We need to go discuss something, see you later Itadori.” He said, taking your hand and leading you upstairs. The grip on you was tight, almost like he felt you’d escape from him, or go somewhere he wouldn’t be able to reach you.

You entered the room far at the end of the hallway, by the measurements now that you were sober and actually taking your time to look around, it seemed like the master bedroom with catalog like furniture, minimalistic of black, white and gray. You entered before him, he locked the door behind you, sitting at the edge of his bed while he leaned on the door, silence overtook the room till he spoke up.

“So, are we going to act like we never had sex or what?” By the tone he seemed annoyed or tired, or both. Has this been eating him up so much?

You cleared your throat, the crudeness of his words taking you aback a bit. “Well, we could if you want or… I don’t know, this is not exactly my field.” You said scratching the back of your head, how will you tell him this?

He narrowed his eyes at you, not really getting it. “What do you mean?”

“That… like last night.. It was actually- my first time.” Your lips bit into a thin line as soon as those words came out, avoiding his eyes like the plague or whatever answer he may give you. You rested on your hands, your body leaning back a bit, fists trembling in nervousness.

“You said what?” Megumi was stunned, you? who moved naturally all night on him, you were a virgin? And he was the one who took it? So sloppily, roughly? With both of you with alcohol in your systems? It wasn’t a big deal for him but it must have felt shitty to have it like this or-

“Don’t mind it, I don’t. We can still be friends if that’s what you want.” Your words dying at the end. You were caught off guard, you didn’t hear him take a single step, but here he was tilting your chin up, inches only separating your lips, he’s blue eyes looking directly into yours.

You felt the pressing of his lips on yours, eyes closing to feel more of him, your hands going to his perfect jaw, while his body pushed yours to lie on his bed, your back touching the soft black sheets, pressing his chest onto yours and crotch to yours making you feel everything superficial of him.

“You want this to stop?” The shivers, the light moan that escaped your mouth, the lust in your eyes, he was intoxicating you more than anything, you’d never want this to stop.

With no answer other than your body reacting to his proximity, his fingers worked on your pants, taking them off along your panties, stumbling into your shoes, till your lower half was completely exposed to him. Tugging on the hem of his t.shirt he took it off, putting the situation even between you two.

Megumi’s knees hit the ground, kneeling in front of your pretty cunt, his arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you steady, his lean figure was not so lean anymore, feeling the strength behind him, your back could only arch, when his tongue touched you, started to savor you, his saliva mixing with your wetness, making his tongue movements echo in the room.

Your hand grabbed his hair, tugging on it making him hiss at the harsh pulls, his tongue pushing into your little tight hole. He was eating you out desperately, your other free hand gripped tight on the sheets till the knuckles became white, your mouth shut tight as you remembered you were not alone in this house and came on his tongue.

Your legs spasmed around him, while he kept swallowing and licking you clean of the juices you produced, he loved the way you tasted, he loved the way you were reacting to him, he loved the way you were melting into him. His cock was hurting at being tied back into his pants, wanting to feel you around him once again, not having had enough of you.

He put your legs down gently, going up to your face, kissing you deeply, making sure you were tasting yourself in him, the action was arousing, your hips grinding on each other to find more relief at the sensation building again in your lower stomachs.

Your hands trembled, shook uncontrollably, while untying the belt around his pants, he kicked his shoes off, lowering his pants and boxers. Now you could finally remember his length clearly, your breath hitching when he patted the pink tip of his cock on your sensitive clit, wetness loud and clear mixing with the precum, going up and down your folds, with his own heavy breath he watched you whining and moaning every time he was near your hole clenching around nothing, waiting for him to fill you.

He pushed the tip in, your pussy making it hard for him to go through, slipping in only thanks to the cum that it was being produced, pushing in till none of his cock was out, the tip kissing your cervix. You both breathed hard, he groaned feeling your walls squeezing around him, the warmth, all the heavenly sensations.

He took the moment for you to relax to take off the shirt blocking him from seeing the rest of you, only then when he could see your tits bounce with every thrust did he start to fuck you just like he did last night.

You kept your voice low, his fingers digging into your waist, the slapping of his balls on your ass, of your skin clapping, echoed in the room with his low grunts of satisfaction.

The feeling in your lower stomach coming up again, his hips moving sloppily, his teeth greeting as he spasmed through till your back arched impossibly more, eyes rolling back, with that feeling in your lower stomach unleashed while clamping down on him, milking him off his semen into you. Filling you completely.

There was a break and then you picked back up where you left… you don’t know how many times this was repeated, enough for your legs to ache and feel sore, your cum mixed together oozing out of you while he was spooning you under the sheets.

It felt like a dream, but like all dreams, there’s a moment they come to an end.

“I don’t do relationships.” Megumi’s tone was warm, but your body stiffened a bit. This was your call to reality, for your mind to remember that he was the friend you made through class, that you appreciate the company, the little games, the laughs and the same one who had probably half the campus’ girls at his feet.

You purposely replayed in your head the way he entered your own dorm building, knowing exactly where and who to go to, multiple times.

Your heart was breaking, there was a conflict going on, you liked him, you had fallen for him, but to which length?

“It’s fine.”

No, it wasn’t. But you forced yourself to say those words. Regardless of how it was going to be, you still wanted to have him smile and laugh, breaking that stoic facade only to you every day. You didn’t want to lose that friendship and contact and if it was to be occasional sex then so be it.

“Would you be into having this keep going and still be friends, no exclusivity?” His words hurt too damn much. Your eyes were shut making it look like you were going to sleep.

No exclusivity. What a great joke you put yourself through just for him, thinking that it will be worth getting your heart trampled over and over again. For him… while he probably felt nothing more than great pleasure at having one more toy to play with.

“Okay… I’m tired though, whatever it is, it’s okay.” He hummed and you could feel the light smile on his lips through his tone, he hugged you tighter and you wanted to damn him so much, to curse him out, scream, cry and get out of his arms; he did this so easily, holding you like it actually meant something, while not having had sex before, you knew how simple holding were different-

But you couldn’t do more than to melt in his arms with a single tear coming out of your eye.

It was the beginning of a spiral towards the low of lowest.

Your routine didn’t change other than the sex, he was in class, sat next to you, only little gestures changed, he looked at you in a softer way, light smiles, he played with your fingers and strands of hair.

Meaningless little gestures. You had to remind yourself.

This was a month or two into this friends with benefits thing,  you don’t exactly know if he did use the no exclusivity clause or not, meaning, if he slept with other people, but you tried not to think about it too much. You tried not to make it hurt too much.

You tried to think of the conversations late at night, between you two only, of all the times you passed time together, acting like lovers, giggling and laughing in your sheets, talking with his friends too, passing movie nights there with all of them, eating together as he held you every time with an arm around, like you had filled the role of his girlfriend.

This had made you happy enough to not doubt him as much, after all even in the eyes of his friends it seemed like you were the only one for him.

Making you fall in love with him more and more.  But-

“So, are you two dating now?” Yuuji was the one that put in question everything, how you wanted to smile and nod, and how much of a fool you would’ve looked while Megumi was already giving his answer.

“No, we are just friends. Stop saying nonsense.” While you tried to cover the sadness in the best way, with a normal goofy smile, lips bitten and fingers almost peeling each other off under the table, Yuuji looked at you skeptically.

Noticing the ways Megumi felt more anxious with his answer, caught off guard or mad. Even disgusted could fit, but a lot seemed to go through his mind at the exact moment the words spilled out, confusion, fear…

You cleared your throat, trying to keep the conversation with Yuuji going for lunch, talking about the professors, talking about anything that would not remotely touch this argument again.

Megumi left before you two, after Yuuji actually confronted you alone and said some words to help you, you left going to the library to pick up the few books you needed for your assignment and headed back to your own dorm.

You were surprised when you saw him entering, in all this time not once was spent in your dorm, it was always his, and not once you mentioned where or which was your room. With a heart pounding into your chest, you entered shortly after him, following him, till you saw him again, two floors below yours, knocking into a room, and the instant it opened he was hungrily kissing a blond girl, not straining himself to grab her ass and neck, walking them inside and kicking the door closed.

You didn’t realize how you were crying, till the tears spilling were soaking your shirt, a soft sigh escaping you with a chuckle and a broken smile. I’m a fool for even…

You walked back into your room, letting all your things fall on the desk, getting in your bed with your clothes still on, there was no room for anything more than self loathing.

I got myself into this… I accepted it, I said yes to no exclusivity, I said yes to just casual fucking and I’m here crying like I knew nothing and got cheated on.

The fact that you were laughing at your own stupidity was breaking you more, you dug your own grave, and now you were crying about it.

I’m so fucking dumb, I knew it already why am I crying?... I thought I could handle it… Can I go back before I met him, change seats last minute to never see his goddamn smile, for him to not make me fall in love with him…

Please… let me go back.

When you woke up, your eyes felt sore, red and puffy from your crying, you had completely missed your lesson and you were not planning on going out of this room any time soon. What you didn’t expect was the reason for your heartache to have filled your phone with texts and calls… all starting from yesterday night.

You wanted to throw your phone so badly after looking at the hour on each message… Did he do this before? Did he called you in to sleep at his after fucking someone else?

You breathed deeply. I have no right to be mad. Was the only thing you could repeat to feel some part of the pain alleviate, you don’t know which but you just hoped it worked.

You: Sorry, I’m going to be at my parents’ for the week.

You: Family issues XD

Gumi: Oh, all right. Take care, text me whenever, hope everything works well.

You: Have fun.

What kind of text was that? You were acting like a bitter girlfriend… and you were not. You barricaded yourself in your room for the week, from Monday to Friday night, trying to put yourself together, mourn your heart and come up with something to do.

By Friday evening you were slipping back into the tight black mini dress you had on that night, heels on and purse with only essentials and you were out of the dorm, going to the party Nobara texted you about. You’d use the condition too. If he could…

And he really could, when you entered the house the party was held in, your eyes almost automatically found him sitting at the kitchen counter, just like then, with a girl kissing him. You rolled your eyes, after the countless times you passed self loathing just the last week, nothing could actually offend or break you even more.

You ended up talking and passing your time with Yuta Okkotsu, chatting and laughing, he was a nice guy, there was a mysterious aura around him but he did nothing that didn’t feel genuine. The conversation was briefly interrupted by an arm around your shoulder. “And here I thought you were Pres’ girlfriend but you were just a new toy?”

“Ryomen… whose toy?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Pres? President of the frat, pretty… Fushiguro.”

“Oh… well no…” Your fingers grabbed his jaw, guiding him till he was facing another direction. “See… there’s your president and that’s his new toy. I’m not. Have fun.” You said taking Yuta’s hand, he was keeping in the laugh at seeing the unmoving Sukuna, he took the lead and after you downed your drink, the two of you started to walk upstairs, in the corner of your eyes you met his eyes, looking at you with something you’ve never seen in him.

You didn’t want to care about it now.

You wanted to care and feel drowned by the ecstasy Yuta was giving you, while kissing you, holding you, fucking into you, but  you didn’t know how to turn emotions completely off, because how could Megumi do this and not feel any shame or guilt?

When you woke up, Yuta made sure to accompany you home after breakfast and a well deserved shower from last night and maybe morning activities. There was an exchange of numbers thanks to you but he left with some words to you. “Heal first, don’t avoid the way it hurts, if you want to get closure from him and yourself and then call me, I’ll be happy to hold you a bit more while drinking vodka or something. All right?”

It felt stupid for you the way tears pooled in your eyes, lips trembling as much as he had to hug you and help you calm down, saying sweet things to you.

He kissed your forehead and let go of you as you walked up to your room.

Never thinking that you’d find Megumi there sat on your bed, your feet killing you had you taken them off in an instant, your purse somewhere thrown on the bed along with your phone and keys, your dress slipping off, substituted with a t-shirt. You sat crossed legs on the desk, in front of him.

“Who did you ask where I live?”

“Yuuji.”

You hummed, looking out the window… the  day was just starting and this was how, what a joke. “Building looks familiar to you, doesn’t it?”

His head snapped up to look at you, while you slowly turned to face him with a bored look. “So, what’s wrong? You look like a corpse.”

“I’ve been calling you all night, why didn’t you reply?” It seemed like he was trying to come up with questions right then and there.

“My phone died and I didn’t check it, my bad. Is that it? I have a shower to do and lectures to-”

“Did you sleep with him?” It was direct, his eyes were narrowed at you, shutting you up with your mouth parted, a chuckle of disbelief.

“That’s funny… yeah, I did, does it matter?” He had annoyance slapped over his face, as if he was actually talking to you or not, why were you behaving this way with him. “What do you mean if it matters? Don’t we have sex exactly for this?” He spat out.

“We do, that didn’t stop you from sleeping around too. Why is it different? You know Pres, Yuuji was right, you’re one selfish bastard.” Megumi stood up in a second, nearing the desk while you gulped down the knot of cries and sobs that were forming in your throat internally.

“It’s not different, I just… you don’t need anyone else to sleep with if-”

“If I have you…? but I don’t, that’s where you’re wrong. You made it clear the first time with the no “exclusivity” and a week ago with the “ew, you dating me it’s nonsense, we’re just friends”” Only now he could recognize the look in your eyes, a broken one, filled of hurt. “Gumi, what happened? Do you feel something for me? Or are you just a jealous possessive bastard?”

His jaw was clenching hardly. “I care about you.”

“No, you don’t. You don’t care about anybody but you.” Now the glassy look of your eyes was evident, him saying that he cared was honestly more hurtful than probably hearing him say that he didn’t give two shits about you. “I love you.”

His eyes widened, he felt a weight drop in his own stomach, seeing the pain, the way you were about to break, but your face held a smile, a weak one, trying to keep yourself together. “So I think this thing can’t keep going, you can go out and find all the no strings attached girls you want but I’m done having you treat me like I’m the one you love and three seconds later treat another girl the same way. It fucking hurts.”

Your head was throbbing in pain, you couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, having that distraught look on his face you couldn’t comprehend. You were rubbing your eyes, you had cried enough and you had promised not to do it again. You got off the desk, walking around him till opening the door of your dorm.

“Please, just leave.” You asked, but he refused to move. You shut the door back aggressively. Your patience was wearing thin.

“If you really care about me like you just said, then leave!” You screamed at him. Going right in front of him, your hands on his chest but with no strength to push him.

“Do you want to know how it hurts? Tell me how you do it. Please. I don’t want to feel anything anymore.” You cried, there was no way you could do it. While being so close you just wanted to feel his arms around you and like he read your mind when he pulled you in a tight hug, his head on yours.

Holding you the closest ever, in intimacy, in feelings.

Could he make a sacrifice for the only girl he ever felt something for? Something so unnatural and foreign to him to act irrational? Could he commit to you when he now knew your feelings corresponded to what may be his? Could he surpass his own commitment issues?

There wasn’t a clear answer to his questions but the kiss on your lips, the fluttering in his body he didn’t know how to identify going all throughout his body, feeling him of excitement but unlike other times of a drop of guilt and weight that pulled him down.

Your hands were clenched in tight fists on the front of his chest. You were cursing at yourself for being so weak, but you couldn’t help but to excuse yourself for it being the last time.

His hand cupped your lower back under the t-shirt perfectly, the coldness of it making shivers fill your body, making the arch of your body go till your bodies were pressed hard against one another. Your arms going around his neck, deepening the kiss, while his hands kept roaming around your bare skin, with a much more gentle touch than he ever used with you.

There was no interruption when he lifted you up and then laid you back on your bed, his body lying between your legs which were wrapped around his waist, giving him no space to move.

Megumi softly unwrapped your arms, looking down at you with a flustered face, heavy breath at your disheveled form, he lifted off the piece of cloth covering you, leaving you in your soaking pair of panties. He could see the faint marks the guy of last night left on you, his heart was throbbing in pain at the sight, but he knew this is what he got for playing with you initially.

He took off his own, leaving the bulge in his pants more evident. He leaned back down, his lips trailing kisses all over, leaving new marks, harsher ones to make his own claim stronger than the previous.

You felt your panties being slipped off, once he was done with the hickeys he started to press kisses from your ankle, leaving red and pink marks on your inner thighs, till his tongue ran through your folds. Savoring you, loving seeing the way you squirmed at the sensitive and intimate touch. He hummed and moaned on you, stimulating, pleasing and teasing.

Megumi kissed your clit once before sitting back up, pulling down the pants holding tightly his growing and hardening bulge.

His cock tipped on your wet pussy, rubbing, collecting lube till slipping in fully.

A groan escaping his mouth at the feeling of your warm velvety walls clamping down on him, he stopped his hips sinking in, keeping himself back from immediately cumming.

He leaned down, pinning you down with his forearms, going back to your lips, making you feel your own taste on your tongue, he guided your arms back around you, making your nails dig on his skin, giving you permission to do it, to mark him as well, something you knew he was never comfortable with.

He wanted to have you claim him.

He thrusted with more ferociousness, your bed moving with his movements, hitting on the wall, echoing with skin slapping, and his loud moans of pleasure and pain at the deep scratches on his back and shoulders almost drawing out blood.

Your eyes were spilling out tears, your emotions were running all over the place, your heart throbbed and your mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that you were going to let him go after he showed you such love and affection. It was for the better in the end.

Droplets of water made you open your eyes in the slightest, seeing his expression, your heart stopped at him crying.

He was crying, he was being pressured with the same amount of feelings you were, did he have your same realization? Did he get how he’d let go of you now?

Your high approached sooner, moaning out, pulling away from the kiss, he kept his lips on your body, going down on your chest and neck, while your mouth was left agape as you came around him.

Not many seconds later his sloppy thrusts had him completely fill you, spilling thick ropes of cum into your womb.

The two of you were left heavy breathing, his body collapsed on yours, arms around one another, neither of you wanted to let go.

When he decided to finally back up and pull out, your heart started to beat faster, expecting to see him dress up and getting out, you were even more nervous when he only pulled up his underwear and walked in the bathroom. You noticed his fair skin with deep red marks, feeling for a second a bit of satisfaction in this.

When he came back, he started to wipe with a wet wipe, the seed that was oozing out of you, he was taking care of you instead of leaving you, he pulled you in him, getting the both of you under the sheets, spooning you, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

His lips pressed against the back of your head, you felt his heart pick up as well as his breathing getting heavier.

“I love you.”

He had his eyes shut but it didn’t stop him from feeling your body stiffening under his hold.

“Megumi-“

“I do. But I don’t know how to do this. I was scared and I said and did things that hurt you. I tried to keep at arm's length but I ended up falling for you too.”

“Don’t say this just to not let go of me.”

“Im not. It’s something that has been building up for some time, months, maybe even before we slept together at all. But I did not want to admit it, so I chose the path to keep you as close but not commit. And I’m sorry.

I didn’t sleep with anyone till that day Yuji commented on whether we were dating or not. I couldn’t believe it, I felt so ashamed after that I texted you, I wanted to hear from you even though I felt like I couldn’t face you.

I used girls just so I could drown the thought of having fallen for you, of the fear I felt.

I’m sorry.”

He tightened his hold around your bare skin, as he felt your sniffles, your body shaking lightly.

“I don’t fully trust you…�� it was a sob, a plea, even if he confessed this all now, the doubts that had filled you, not only about him as a significant other but yourself, your own value, your security in yourself.

“I promise I will change for you, for myself and for us to work together. I will rebuild that trust, just give me a chance, be with me, let me earn your heart and forgiveness.”

Your head hurt, your heart did too, there was no answer once again, just the two of you falling asleep holding each other like lovers enjoying their last time.

Open Ending.

[buckyownsmylife]

Damned if I do ya (Damned if I don't) - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve has been your one constant but now that you're both in college, things are about to change.

Warnings: smut, innocent!reader, college!au, small age gap, innocence kink, sexual advances from third-parties without proper preparation but with consent, fuckboy!Steve, jealousy, possessiveness, fingering

Word count: 4.6k

You’d been the most important person in Steve’s life for as long as he could remember. Having been born in the family that lived right next door to his house, you two grew up together, and being two years younger than him meant you were the closest thing to a little sister that he had.

He was your lifeline, even when he was nothing but a scrawny kid getting beat up by bullies - anything to protect you. And you were his reason to smile, the one person who could get him to do anything and everything you wanted just as long as it’d make you happy.

Which is why it was so fucking hard for the both of you when the time came for him to go to college and you remained at your hometown, exchanging letters “like some goddamn army wife” (your words, not his) while he partied as a freshman and then a sophomore, taking advantage of the blessed growth spurt puberty had given him.

Yes, little Stevie was not so little anymore. In fact, little Stevie was, by all means, a big deal at the college campus, breaking hearts and forging friendships like he’d never been able to do back home.

And still, when it came time for you to join him in college, it was undeniable that the hold you had on him was still strong - perhaps even stronger than ever before.

“Fuck!” Steve exclaimed, arms falling at the side of his body when you opened up a smile upon finding him waiting for you at the bus stop. Puberty had blessed you too, he realized, suddenly anxious about not visiting home for the last two years and missing the way your curves had become more pronounced, your body now that of a woman.

You were hot, he realized with a startle. Not so little anymore yourself, and Steve knew he was in for a world of trouble when you ran towards him in a fit of giggles and jumped right in his arms.

“I didn’t know you’d be here, Stevie!” He could barely make out your words as they were spoken against the crook of his neck, not because of the volume of your voice or the noise that surrounded you in the busy street, but because of the goosebumps that your lips on his skin elicited.

“Where else would I be, princess?” It was the only thing he thought to say - a return to your old ways, the teasing relationship you always had. “My best girl is coming to college, of course, I’ll be here to welcome you.”

Steve felt you smile against his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat. He knew he had missed her, but he didn’t realize just how much until she was right there in his arms, the scent of her natural perfume engulfing him.

“I love you, Stevie.”

The following months, the adjustment of Y/N to this new life, was nothing short of hell to Steve. Because it turned out he was right - his little girl was hot now, and he wasn’t the only one who thought so.

“Hey, Y/N!” Some stupid fucking jock jogged in the direction of your table, only briefly glancing at Steve before deciding to ignore him completely. “Are you coming to the party on Saturday?”

You munched on your sandwich quietly, giving it a thought. You’d never been one to party, Steve knew that, but you had been acting a little differently since you arrived. He didn’t know what was going on with you but trusted you’d talk to him about it whenever you decided it was time.

“I think so.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He stopped drinking from the bottle of water halfway to his lips to frown in your direction. “I’ll let you know when it’s closer, maybe we’ll meet there?” You nodded, a small smile to the jock who grinned brightly at you.

That was clearly the answer he was hoping for and Steve hated it.

“When were you going to tell me that you were planning on going to a college party?” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you munched on your sandwich, clearly confused about Steve’s emotions.

“Well, I’m in college now, aren’t I?” You reasoned, as if Steve had forgotten. “I figured it was time for me to get out of my comfort zone and try some new things. I was never really interested in parties but I never gave them much of a chance back home. Let’s see what I think of them now.”

As much as Steve hated to admit, you made sense. He had two years of college experiences under his belt to collect memories from, whereas your freshman year had only just started.

He wouldn’t be the one to put a damper on this moment of your life. So he just nodded. “Okay, so we’ll go together?”

Your eyes lit up at the question and Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Really?” Shrugging, he took another gulp of water to cool down, acting as if the question was no big deal.

“Sure. I’ve been going to parties long before you got here, little one.” You rolled your eyes at the childhood nickname he used to address you, but Steve knew you well enough to see that it touched you.

“Oh, a party boy, aren’t you?” You teased, but he could only nervously chuckle. You had no idea the kind of man Steve had become, and he was nervous for you to find out that Saturday.

“How long does it take you to get ready?” He groaned, impatiently adjusting himself in his sofa, where he had been shunned to the moment you walked into his apartment with a bag full of cosmetic items you’d be using to primp yourself for the party. “I don’t remember you being this slow!”

He wasn’t even that late - after all, he wasn’t one to arrive at the start of any sort of gathering, but he was anxious about you being at a frat party, surrounded by guys who couldn’t be trusted. This was the one thing he could control: whatever happened before you set foot at that place.

“Jesus, relax. When you left I had no idea how to put on makeup and no reason to do so. Things are different now, big boy.” Steve shivered at the new nickname. It had appeared after your arrival when you started to realize how much of a big deal Steve was on the college campus. It was teasing, of course, but it was also reverential enough to boost his ego, as much as Steve hated to admit it.

“Okay, how do I look?” You asked, reappearing from the small hallway that led to his bedroom and Steve sat up on the couch, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your dress.

“No. Absolutely not.” Your frown almost had Steve faltering in his stance, going back on it to apologize for making you disappointed but one more look at your outfit and he knew he simply couldn’t stand to allow you outside the house wearing almost nothing.

“You don’t like it?” You pouted, turning to check yourself at a mirror Steve kept in his living room. “I thought I looked cute!” You looked a lot more than cute. You looked…

Hot. Attractive. Any man’s wet dream, to say the least.

“No, huh…” Steve tried, running his fingers through his hair. “You do!” He assured you, and while that was enough to get you grinning again, it was clear it wouldn’t get you to change out of your clothes and into something that made him more comfortable about the idea of you going to that party.

“It’s just… You’re showing a lot of skin,” he settled for saying, and once you realized what was his concern, you rolled your eyes and giggled.

“I’m sure this is not that different from what the girls you date wear to parties, Steve!” You weren’t wrong about your assessment, but you were wrong about one thing in your sentence.

He didn’t date those women. He fucked them. Hard. And just the thought of some college boy doing the same thing to you as he did to those girls brought a territorial feeling to his stomach that left him stuck between punching the drywall or puking all over his own carpet.

“I’m not changing!” You announced, already searching for your bag as he stood there, chest heaving and hands curled into fists.

“Then why did you ask me for my opinion?” He asked, genuinely confused until you looked over your shoulder to smirk at him.

“Dunno. Guess I thought your taste had gotten better since you became a city boy or whatever.” Steve narrowed his eyes at you, not quite believing the mischievousness you were displaying.

“God, you are suck a fucking brat.” Your laughter rang in his ears long after it faded into the apartment you both left, and it was the only thing that kept him from cringing at how fucking loud the music was when you both got to the party.

“Oh, look!” You grinned, waving at someone he couldn’t identify. “My classmates are here!” He tried to keep you close, he really did. But it was a battle he was destined to fail in such an environment, and eventually, he lost you to the crowd at some point during the night.

He ended up in the frat house’s garden, trying really hard to locate you without looking like a rude asshole to the girl who had been talking his ear off for the past hour or so. He had almost asked her to shut up about a thousand times, but he knew he was being bitter.

He should probably entertain her. She looked pretty enough, and it’s not like he had put in the effort to find anyone else who’d go home with him tonight.

Any plans he’d have were quickly shattered when you stumbled in his direction, suspiciously giggly as you looked over your shoulder at the boy he recognized from lunch the other day.

“So… Stevie…” You started, clearing your throat after sending an apologetic look at the girl he’d been talking to, who if looks could kill, would have you dead at the spot. He would have told her off if the next words out of your mouth hadn’t shocked him so greatly. “Leo’s gonna take me back to my dorm, if that’s okay with you.”

You pointed at the stupid jock who looked like he had just won the fucking lottery, while Steve felt his heart on his throat. “So I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You sent a smile at the girl who was still hovering, one she then decided to reciprocate, having realized you weren’t actually a threat to her ambitions for the evening.

“Wait,” he stopped you, hand clasping your wrist and making you trip on your high heels. But he caught you. He’d always catch you. “Don’t go.”

Steve didn’t miss the way you immediately hesitated, coming down from your excitement to try to understand what was going through his mind despite desperately wanting to leave the party with that boy.

“You want me to stay here with you?” You frowned. It was his turn to hesitate because he didn’t know what he wanted. Suddenly, he wanted to be back at his place, with you in his arms, watching whatever crappy movie he could find, just to hear you laugh when he repeated the lines with a poor imitation of the actor’s voice.

“Steve?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, as your eyes glanced from him to the girl he’d been talking to. “Are you sure you want me to stay with you?”

You were prepared to abandon your plans to help him if he needed it. But Steve wasn’t bothered by the random stranger in the slightest. He just didn’t want to imagine what your night would be like if you spent it with Leo.

His anxiety seeped through every pore of his body, he was sure of it. He held your wrist so tightly, he wasn’t sure how you weren’t wincing.

“Just… stay,” he tried to make you understand what he wanted even though he wasn’t sure of what that was and somehow, you did get it because of course, you did.

“Steve, come here.” Gently, you pulled him away from both people waiting for the two of 0you so you could talk to him somewhat privately. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to stay at the party!”

He changed his weight from one foot to the other, trying to come up with something to say, but he couldn’t. So when you sighed, he already knew he was screwed.

“Listen, Stevie… I know you’re just being overprotective, but you gotta let me live my own college experiences… You know, the same way you’ve been living them while I was away?” He looked down at his feet, trying not to accept that your words made sense so he wouldn’t feel like such a douchebag.

“So, would you do something for me?” You asked, cradling his face to ask him to meet your eyes again. He just nodded. You knew he’d do anything for you. “Will you please let me get a ride with this dumb handsome guy?”

Your evaluation of the jock calmed him down somewhat, and he chuckled. Still, he couldn’t let this go. “Come back to my place,” he asked, wrapping his hand around your wrist once more.

“But Steve…” You tried to argue, but the second his head started shaking from one side to the other, you closed your mouth.

“You can leave with him,” Steve allowed, although it killed him inside. “But come back to my place. Okay?”

He knew this wasn’t much to ask from you. And so you smiled, nodding before standing up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. “See you later,” you whispered. It was almost enough to calm him down.

But as he watched you leave with another man, he couldn’t help but to think that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and that for the first time in his life, he really wanted to kiss you.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t stay much longer at the party. As attractive as the blond girl was, she couldn’t hold his attention, not when you occupied his every thought.

He just wanted to be alone, and in a place where he didn’t feel like he had to scream his own thoughts to make sense of them. Had these parties always been this loud?

Still, it was late when he got home, and there was no sign from you yet. He checked his phone, no text messages, so he sat on the couch and tried to occupy his mind so he wouldn’t freak out with all of the possibilities of what might be happening between you and Leo right at that moment.

But of course… he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He recognized your arrival by the sound of your heels on the apartment’s hallway, even though it felt off, somewhat. He opened the door for you before you could even knock on it.

You were startled at first but then smiled, once again standing on your tiptoes to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m here!” You announced, grinning as you made your way in and threw your purse on the couch, but as you followed suit, Steve couldn’t help the frown that made its way to his face.

“Why are you walking funny?” Your smile dropped instantly, and you started nibbling on your bottom lip as you averted your gaze.

“Oh, I… uh.. It kinda… burns?” Steve could only look at you, unmoving, trying to make sense of what you were saying, but as the seconds ticked by, he realized he just couldn’t.

“Why?” It was a question you clearly were hoping he wouldn’t ask. But he was determined to get to the bottom of this now. So he sat by your side, pulling your hands to his lap and squeezing them. “Petal, please,” he begged, and at last he saw you turn your head to look him in the eye again.

“Oh, you know…” You fidgeted in your seat, looking down at where your hands were joined. “Leo.” Resisting the urge to scoff, Steve shook his head even though you weren’t looking at him anymore.

“No,” he voiced it, because he needed to hear you explain it. “I really don’t know.” Silence followed his statement, a pause much longer than Steve was hoping for, but he didn’t want to push. He was eager to know - desperate, even. So he couldn’t risk scaring you or worse, angering you.

“He… touched me,” you eventually admitted, and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating right then and there. But now that the confession was out, you couldn’t stop talking anymore, all embarrassment gone as you looked him directly in the eyes and commented, “And let me tell you, I really don’t know what all the fuss is about. Do girls really like this? It stings like a bitch, I could honestly do without.”

You tried to get up from the couch then, prepared to leave this entire discussion behind, but Steve hadn’t even processed your first words.

“He… He fingered you in the back of his fucking car?” He asked, voice getting louder at each word until he was yelling by the end of the sentence.

All it earned him was a frown.

“It wasn’t in the back,” you explained. “We were both in the front seat.” The fact that this wasn’t the point seemed completely missed by you, who just stared at him dumbfounded as he gritted his teeth together.

“I’m gonna punch that fucking bastard.” All Steve could think was that you were too innocent, too pure. Too young to be touched like that, especially by someone who didn’t even care enough to do it properly.

He didn’t seem to remember that he’d done much the same thing when he first arrived in college, with girls exactly as old as you were.

But you caught onto it quickly. “Why are you so angry?” You questioned, not understanding why Steve was behaving this way. It was clear he wasn’t angry at you, but his emotions were fluctuating between Leo and himself, and that was enough to have your mind turning, trying to follow his (absent) reasoning.

Until he provided some sort of answer.

“Because you deserve more than that!” He shouted, and you were sure your eyes were as wide as two plates, but as he caught his breath, you realized he wasn’t done, not nearly at all. “You deserve someone who will at least get you wet before they slip anything inside of you.”

He was gonna do it. He was gonna say it. He couldn’t stand the thought of keeping it in for a second longer, not now that he knew how he felt about you.

You deserved to know. But most of all, he deserved to live with the peace of coming to term with his own feelings.

Before he could do just that, you interrupted his plans, a single word uttered in the form of a question, stopping him dead on his tracks.

“…Wet?”

Your confusion was incomprehensible to him, so he just waited to see what else would come of it.

“You mean… like… pee?”

Steve blinked once, then twice. He thought he had misheard you, because there was just no fucking way you didn’t know what he was talking about.

But the longer you two stood there, staring at each other, it became increasingly clear that it was, in fact, the case. And that’s when it hit him.

There were more important things in life than his own feelings. Yours, for instance. And your innocence. He’d do anything to preserve that.

Sighing, he forced himself to take one deep breath as he ran a hand through his face and considered his next move. You were his responsibility. He had to teach you about these things or otherwise all of your other experiences with sex would be as terrible and underwhelming like this one.

“Come here, princess.” At the sound of the familiar pet name, you relaxed, slipping your hand in his and following him towards the couch, where he sat down and pulled you to occupy the seat next to him.

You wanted to be on his lap, but you saw the serious expression he wore. Whatever he was about to say was demanding a lot of him, and you didn’t want to interrupt him.

“No, I don’t mean pee,” he finally got it out, looking up at the ceiling as if to ask for strength to get on with what he needed to do. “When you get excited, petal, it’s natural for your body to produce this sort of… natural lubricant. It prepares you for someone else’s intrusion, so it won’t feel hurtful, but exciting. Do you get it?”

He watched attentively for any micro expressions on your face, and so he caught when your shoulders loosened, tension leaving your body all at once.

“Oh…” Adrenaline shot through his veins at the simple word, alarm bells ringing in his ears, almost making him dizzy. For some reason, the way you averted your gaze and nibbled on your bottom lip, despite keeping your hand in between his, had dread taking over all of his senses.

“You seem embarrassed,” he pressed, squeezing your hand as if to give you the strength to tell him what was going through your head. In reality, he was trying to calm himself down, remember that you were there, right next to him, and as long as he could protect you, you’d be okay.

“It’s just…” You hesitated, playing with the outrageously short hemline of your dress. “I know what that’s like.”

All at once, Steve felt as if someone had punched him, all of the air in his lungs escaping as he let your words wash over him, the reality of the moment weighing him down.

He hated that it disappointed him to know that someone had aroused you, but he was only human. Even worse - he was a man. And he knew that meant he was selfishly egocentric, to the point where he questioned if he would have ever realized his feelings for you if it wasn’t for that damn party tonight.

“Has it happened to you before?” He found himself asking, not sure if he wanted to know or not. The suspense might kill him, but having a name might give him a reason to kill the person, get rid of the being who had the luck of captivating the one who had his heart in the palm of her hands, without even knowing.

You turned your face away, unable to meet his eyes. Truthfully, you were overwhelmed, something inside of you knowing that what you were about to admit was a bit much, too intimate, too personal.

But this was Steve. Your Steve. And at the end of the day, you trusted him with your life. If you couldn’t talk to him about this, you’d never be able to talk about it to anyone and Lord knows after what happened tonight, you clearly needed all the help you could get.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in a soft sigh. “It happens to me all the time.” You felt his hand squeeze yours again, eliciting a small smile from you. You loved how safe he made you feel, you loved knowing he was there for you, especially after having spent so long without him.

“When?” Frowning, you looked up at him with confusion in your eyes. You’d assumed it was obvious, but apparently, it wasn’t.

“When I’m around you.” The way his eyes danced as he stared, transfixed, at you, had heat radiating from your chest, and despite the little clothing you were wearing, you suddenly started to sweat.

Meanwhile, Steve’s brain had short-circuited. All he could think was that he wanted to kiss you. God, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so fucking badly.

And so he did.

You yelped in shock, but didn’t protest or pull away, taking a little while to close your eyes and give into the movement of his lips but mostly because you had very little experience and knowing it was Steve’s tongue brushing against your lower lip had you trembling in between his arms.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered when you two had to part for breath, his warmth making you shiver as you watched with wide eyes the fact that he still hadn’t opened his.

You shifted in the seat of the comfortable couch, somehow not able to find an appropriate position to relax when it hit you - the reason for your discomfort wasn’t external, but in your very body.

You were dripping, the wetness that had been absent when it was Leo’s tongue inside your mouth only hours before now overflowing, ruining your underwear to the point where your juices now slathered the insides of your thighs.

“Oh, Steve, look!” You pulled the hand of his you were holding to bring it underneath the skirt of your dress, until he could run his digits over the soft skin of your flesh and see it for himself.

“See? Now it’s all wet and nice.” You gazed up at him expectantly, eager to see what he had to say, but at his lack of response, you continued, “It always gets like this when you’re near…”

You were interrupted from your mindless babbling when his fingers slipped underneath your panties, swiping between your lower lips with determination as they took in your wetness and used it to lubricate you thoroughly, rubbing something that had you feeling all warm inside.

“Oh, it - it actually feels kind of good now?” You acknowledged, body weakening under his ministrations until you were feeling all nice and light-headed.

You were fucking dripping and Steve could taste it. His cock twitched in his pants, despite the restraining material of his jeans. He was gonna cum just from this, fuck.

“Steve…” You whispered, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers curled around his wrist, but you didn’t try to stop him. It was more like you wanted to be sure he would keep his fingers right there, touching you, giving you pleasure.

He wanted to fuck you so fucking badly. You were so sensitive, every little movement of his digits eliciting a moan from you. The scent of your arousal had taken over the room by now and he wanted to inhale it directly, bury himself against your cunt and drown in it.

You were his. Fuck, you were all his.

Eyes heavy-lidded with desire, he took in the sounds you were making as he shoved his fingers deeper inside of you, making you squirm away from the unknown stimulation instinctively.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stay,” he ordered quietly, and you immediately froze. “Don’t you want more of this?” A sigh, his nose gently rubbing against your cheek. “I just want to please you, princess.”

He waited, his heart pounding as you blinked up at him, unable to think properly. But you didn’t need any part of your rational conscience to make this decision.

You knew what you wanted. You knew Steve. You’d always trust Steve, forever.

“I do.��� The second the words were out, his lips were on yours. Steve hummed in delight at your sweet taste, shivering at your little satisfied sounds that he swallowed eagerly as he squeezed the soft flesh of your hips.

“Then stay,” he begged when you had to part for air, hands coming up to cradle your face so he could brush your cheeks with his thumbs. “Right here, with me.”

“You were always meant to belong to me.”

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at twenty-eight, jungkook sees himself go from a family of three, to one of two - heartbreak never comes easy, but nothing could've prepared him for being a single parent as a result of Ira walking out on him. pain brings chaos and he's in need of help. it's only fateful that you so happen to be a blessing in disguise... in many ways than one.

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no guidance

pov: you ask your step-brother to guide you in your first time 

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cw. virginity loss, sexting, mild corruption themes, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), possessive! akaashi-ni, slight dumbification, pseudo-incest (step siblings)

You knew better than to associate with the likes of Miya Atsumu. As if him being one of the most notorious fuckboys in campus wasn’t enough of a warning sign, his reputation was also infamous for being the “Virgin Killer.” In simpler terms, he took pride in corrupting the innocence of whoever was foolish enough to fall into his trap, and yet there you were, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you shamelessly sexted with him.

Unsurprisingly, he’s asking for nudes. Again.

It had been approximately three months since you passed notes with the said Miya twin (and of course you liked the worse of the pair) before your friendship escalated into something...more sexual. It was no secret Atsumu had a high sex drive, something you were still foreign with, so you weren’t really taken aback by his open vulgarity over his desire to fuck you.

The first month, you were nice enough to sent him a snap of your titties. Albeit still a little shy over not having sent anyone such an intimate photo before, you were beyond exhilarated.

The next, you sent him a booty pic. It wasn’t anything sexy since you were only in your campus hoodie, the door locked because you didn’t want your parents walking in on you trying to get a good angle of your rounded buttocks.

And just last week, you finally gained enough courage to take a photo of your glistening pussy, sent with a caption of ‘thinking of you...’

Now, you weren’t stupid despite your preference to act naive and innocent. You knew your actions would entice him to lead into something more, if his dick picks that show him already leaking weren’t enough of a telltale already. But as your phone pinged and his name flashed above your screen, the words, ‘meet you at Issei’s party this weekend? I think I’ve waited long enough’ loud and clear – your heart dropped into your chest.

Without another thought, you shut your phone off and rolled to your side.

The thing was, you’ve never really had sex. You couldn’t even be brave enough to lose your virginity to your hairbrush or to buy a dildo despite your friends’ insistence it was much better than an actual cock (quote unquote: both can make you orgasm, but the former didn’t come with toxic attitudes of horny college boys.)

Sure, you’ve watched porn, and you watched a lot – but nothing could compare to the actual experience of it. Your fingers could only get you so far.

Glancing at your phone that kept lighting up with texts from Atsumu, you felt something stir deep within your stomach. Curiosity? Arousal? Nervousness? Excitement? Perhaps all a mix of both. You’ve heard from all the girls Atsumu’s slept with that even though he meant bad news, his cock could be likened of that of  a blessing that converted them into ‘I hate him’ to ‘Gosh, I wanna fuck him again.’ Addicting, they called him, and now you were being offered a path to being on a path that most likely had no point of return.

You sighed.

The saner part of you warned you to stay away. There was no rush to lose your virginity now. Just because most of your friends had enough experience, it didn’t mean you had to be the same as them. After all, you came from quite...a strict household.

While everyone had been away from their parents and independently living in their dorms, you still stayed under the same roof as your father and step-mom, along with your older brother who was only a year ahead of you. Akaashi was a very sweet presence to have that you didn’t mind not experiencing that ‘youthful freedom’ too much, simply because your brother was a better company than whoever you could room with. He was kind, always ready to help, and you could confidently say you trusted him more than you did your closest friends.

Maybe that was the reason why you knocked at his room past midnight, shifting your weight from one foot to another. The faint sliver of light peeking from the cracks in his door told you he was probably still working on projects and the like, really not a good time to bother him, but you couldn’t hold on any longer.

At the back of your mind, this was the right thing. He was the right person.

“’Kaashi-nii...?” you knocked again, aware that he had a habit of listening to music on full volume while studying. “Are you there? Oh, were you studying, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge.”

Your brother stood in front of you, his headphones hung around his neck. He’d swung the door open to reveal that he was, indeed, previously hunched over his desk to work on something. Upon seeing the guilty expression on your face, Akaashi smiled at you in reassurance. “Hey, no, it’s fine,” he ushered you inside, setting you down at the edge of his bed while he sat across you in his swivelling chair. “Do you need help with homework again?”

“No...”

Turning away from him shyly, you opted to fiddle with your fingers as you stared at your lap. You had come here in a whim. You didn’t really think this through, and even though you’d been in his room a thousand times before, his dark blue sheets and tidy room that smelled sweetly of his detergent and vanilla cologne made you feel dizzy.

It didn’t help that he looked so mouth-watering in this light too.

Messy hair, long, slender fingers that absentmindedly spun a pen in those pretty hands of his, his dark eyes hazy and as welcoming as ever under the dim light of his desk lamp – how could you resist?

“What is it?” Akaashi quickly picked up on your silent worries. He’d always been observant, taking his role as your big brother seriously that he had attuned himself to sense even the slightest differences from you. Even though you’d only become family when you were already in middle school, it felt like you had known him for a much longer time than that, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles in your knees pulling the tension away from you.

“You know you can tell your brother everything, right? I’ll listen to you, you don’t need to feel scared or nervous.”

Guess it was now or never... “There’s this boy in my class...”

Akaashi’s eyes immediately darkened. All the warmth in his face disappeared, now replaced with a hardness you didn’t think was possible for such an understanding, patient guy like him. “Is he hurting you, forcing you to do something you don’t like?” his questions shot out one by one, and your eyes widened when he held you firmly by the shoulders. “Do I need to hurt someone?”

“No, no, it’s not like that!”

Your brother relaxed back in his chair. For a moment, your mind conjured up the dirtiest image of bouncing on his cock (and you know his cock is pretty after accidentally walking in on him changing clothes in high school) as he studied, but you quickly shook the thought away with a clear of your throat.

“What’s wrong then?”

You took a deep breath. “I just...I like him a lot and he asked me to have sex with him someday,” your words came out barely above a whisper, the courage seeping out of you until meeting Akaashi’s eyes felt impossible. “I said yes because of course I like him but...I’m afraid.”

“Hey,” Akaashi tilted your chin to look at him, his blue eyes pooling with worry and brotherly concern. “You know you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint him. I-I’ve never done it before and I feel like I won’t make him feel good. That’s why I came here,” you peered at him under your lashes, tongue darting out to nervously lick at your lips that felt uncomfortably dry. “You told me I could ask you for help in anything and you’re my brother so I trust you a lot to guide me on this one.”

The silence in the room was suffocating.

You were so close to running out of his room and pretending you didn’t exist for the rest of your life because what the hell were you asking? He was your brother, he obviously didn’t see you as a woman. You bet in his eyes, you were nothing but a little sister, and there really was no stopping him from kicking you out of his room until – “You want me to be your first time?”

You looked up at him so fast you actually felt your neck ache from the sudden movement. Heat spread all over your body, especially to your core at the unreadable expression in his eyes, yet it wasn’t...bad. He wasn’t rejecting you.

“Yes, please.”

Akaashi nodded at your hushed words. Slapping his palms to his knees, he walked to his bedside table where he pulled out an inconspicuous bottle with some sort of liquid you weren’t familiar with.

“Okay. Nii-san will teach you everything, but first, I need to prep you.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was actually happening!

You could barely process the events that happened next as he discarded his shirt to the ground, exposing his toned upper body to you from years of playing volleyball. While you sat there frozen and with a frantic beating heart, your brother barely blinked an eye as he gestured for you to take your clothes off. Wordlessly, you pulled your top off and shimmied out of your underwear. Too shy upon being exposed to a male for the first time in your life, you immediately headed towards his bed and closed your eyes, breath heavy and laboured as you waited for his next movements.

Akaashi’s hand went up to your knee, and you flinched at the contact, relaxing only when his soothing smile greeted you. “Lean back for me. Just relax and loosen up, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, Nii-san will make you feel good.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. You were still shy, but you were feeling a lot less nervous. His hypnotizing gestures of caressing your thighs made you sigh in contentment as your head hit the pillow, legs falling open like it was second nature to spread yourself to your brother.

The thought had you biting your lip.

Before you could think too much about it, you felt a cool liquid being spread all over your lips. You gasped and clutched on the sheets out of reflex, staring forward as your brother stared at you cautiously, his lube coated fingers experimentally rubbing circles over your pussy lips. It felt so lewd for him to touch you like that – those same hands that always held yours in your weakest moments – yet it felt so good; the strange sensation tightening your chest.

“I-it’s cold.”

“I’ll warm it up for you,” he reassured, “How far have you gone? Any prior sexual experience?” Akaashi then began to playfully roll your clit between his fingers, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you. He grinned at your reaction – so vocal for him already – and he was determined to hear more of it. “Ever tried sucking someone off?”

“No, but I’ve watched a lot of porn.”

“Porn is different from actual sex, baby,” the nickname fell so effortlessly from his lips that you didn’t dare question it anymore. Not that you could anyway, because the tip of his finger was prodding against your hole that was embarrassingly clenching around nothing. “How about here? Have you tried masturbating?”

“Don’t ask me such embarrassing questions!”

“You’re spread open for me already, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” You covered your face with your hands to hide, but Akaashi pried them away, his grip on your wrist both demanding yet gentle. “Tell me so I know how many fingers I can put inside you. I need to stretch you out.”

“Just one.”

“Louder, baby.”

“Just one finger,” you blurted out, finding it harder and harder to breathe the more he glided his fingers between your slit. Fingering yourself couldn’t even compare to the beauty of having him do the same to you, your arousal only heightened by his dedicated stare at your shaven pussy. From below your bodies, his pants had begun to home a tent.

“Two hurts a little bit and ‘em too sore.”

“What a tight cunt,” he commented with a smirk. “I’ll have to take my time with you then,” You nodded gratefully, about to smile at him with hearts in your eyes when Akaashi slowly slid a finger in. Your moan came out breathless and muted as you stared at him, mouth open in a silent gasp. The intrusion wasn’t anything new but he expertly pumped his finger in and out of it that your walls fluttered around him, head thrown back for another broken moan as he slid another digit. The stretch felt fucking perfect – the slight sting more than welcome in your virgin cunt that was now being fucked by your brother.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll feel better soon. Just relax.”

Openly, your slight squeaks of pleasure had increased in volume. Akaashi fingered you until he was knuckle deep, his other palm flat on your abdomen. Had you been in a better state of mind that wasn’t previously clouded with pleasure, you would’ve been embarrassed at the loud sloppy sounds of your pussy, but you remained there with trembling thighs, your nails digging at his thigh as you stared at him wide-eyed.

“Feels good?”

“M-more,” you begged through gritted teeth, “Nii-san, more.”

“Not yet, baby, you’re still too tight,” Sooner than you’d like, Akaashi pulled his fingers out of you. Both of you gazed at the webs of arousal between his fingers; your face painted in shock while he smirked at it, chest swelling with pride. Then, his eyes slid over yours, hooking his hands under your knees before he settled between your thighs.

“Come here. I’m going to go down on you.”

“Nii-san, no!” your protests fell on deaf ears, almost as if he knew you didn’t really mean it. His ears knocked with your knees locked around him, and you shivered as you felt his hot breath right before your burning cunt. “It’s embarrassing...don’t want you looking at my kitty like that.”

“Your kitty is very pretty and Nii-san wants a taste of you,” he mumbles while pressing kisses all over your pelvic bone, his sticky fingers massaging your inner thighs into relaxation. Your head pressed back harder on the pillows at the sensation, the pleasure too immense and he was just starting. “Didn’t you say you want me to teach you everything? This is just a few lessons you have to learn so don’t be shy. I’m sure you taste heavenly,” Clenching your jaw from the overwhelming bursts of ecstasy, you failed to notice how he dipped his head further, tongue darting out to lick a flat stripe. Your eyes blew wide open as he torturously and slowly dipped his tongue from your hole, the wet and warm muscle licking all the way up from your slit until the clit. “See? I told you. Heavenly.”

“’Kaashi, ‘Kaashi, oh, oh!”

“You sound so pretty but don’t be too loud,” Somehow, he managed to raise his arms and placed a palm over your mouth. “We don’t want Mom and Dad to overhear.”

Your legs trembled around him until you nearly suffocated him, but how could you stop when he was rolling his tongue side to side, licking and cleaning up the previous wetness he’d pulled from you?

It was too much, too good, and soon you were moaning behind his palm as you came all over his face.

Akaashi greedily slurped up the juices that squirted all over his face, unbothered by the mess you’ve made. He didn’t stop until he was sure you were completely clean, and you were already on the brink of overstimulation when he locked his lips around yours, sucking whatever he could take. Unable to take it any longer, you pushed his head away and fell on your side in a desperate attempt to catch your breath, sending him a seductive glare, only to soften as you his lips, cheeks, and nose shining under the moonlight.

“Nii-san, your face—”

“It’s okay, I’ll clean up for later,” he shrugged it off and stepped out of his sweatpants, ripping a condom you didn’t even notice he had. You watched with baited breath as his cock sprung free, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum. Akaashi rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and situated himself before you, pumping his length a few times before aligning it with your hole, sending you one last look of approval.

“You ready for my cock now? This might hurt a little bit. You just need to relax and I’ll go slow, okay? Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

Nodding, you made yourself comfortable and braced the sheets for preparation, wincing a little as he pushed the tip in. Akaashi felt you clamp down on him, his hips stilling just as he loomed over you, his arms resting beside your head. In this position, you could see each detail of him – the thickness of his lashes, the love blooming in his eyes, the sweat beading in his forehead and everything soft and slow written all over his face.

“Still okay? I can stop if you want.”

You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. He raised a brow at your initiation, but you merely smiled at him to hide the mild discomfort. “I can take it, just keep going.”

A few minutes later and a hundred still good? later, Akaashi had slid himself in. He allowed you to get used inch by delicious inch until he was completely seated inside you, hip pressed to hip and his hand caressing your cheek. “You’ve done so well,” he praised, “How does having a cock stuffed in you feel?”

“S-so full,” you replied numbly, the feeling of him throbbing inside your heat so fucking delicious. “Love nii-san’s cock.”

“Yeah? I’ll give you more then,” he warned, and you knew you couldn’t go back anymore when he placed his palm flat beside your head. Akaashi began to move his hips, slowly at first to let you accommodate to his length which your pussy hugged greedily. You were moaning left and right and his groans above you was erotic enough to make you cum on the spot, the pleasure doubling as your pebbled nipples grazed his toned chest.

“Nii-san! So big!”

“I know, baby, you’ll get used to it, don’t worry. It’ll feel better soon,” he rasped, scowling when you raked your nails down his back, though not hard enough to draw blood. It would definitely leave a mark though, and the pain of it urged him to move his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through his room that began to warm by each passing second. “Feel better?”

“Feels so good,” you cried around him, reaching up to bury your head in his neck and clinging to him like a koala. It did feel so good, so much so that you just might get addicted to this. “Love Nii-san’s cock.”

At your words, Akaashi’s patience that thinned a while ago completely broke.

His pace increased and he gripped your hips tightly, sitting back on his knees just to watch his cock slide in and out of you. The lube made sex feel a hundred times better from how easily he’s easily punching through your walls, the sight of you splayed out for him – hair strewn across the pillow, little whimpers leaving your lips, breasts bouncing right before his eyes and abused pussy lips hugging his shaft – it made him growl with possessiveness.

“This is how you should be fucked – you gotta be fucked right,” he announced, thumb coming down to rub your clit. As expected, you cried out and tightened around him.

He faltered for a moment at how tight you were, but he kept pushing, driving his cock in and out of you until he turned into you a sobbing, slobbery mess.

“You sure that boy of yours can make you feel this good?”

“N-no, Nii-san’s cock only!”

“That’s right, it’s just gotta be me, okay?” driving both his hands around your neck just to clench your airway as a warning, Akaashi fucked you harder than before. The sudden inability to not breathe made you impossibly tighter around him that you felt each ridge and vein kissing your bumpy walls. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m Nii-san’s property!”

“I’m gonna mark you as mine, claim this pussy as Nii-san’s only, yeah? You want that?”

“Cum in me, ‘Kaashi, cum inside!” you prompted, and what good of a brother would he be if he didn’t grant his little sister’s wishes? Growling, Akaashi snapped his hips hard until the tip of his cock successfully kept repeating that sweet spot in you that you didn’t even know you had. You were crying, moaning, too fucked to respond as you came, and your lewd expression was all it took before he was releasing his cum inside the condom. “Kaashi, Kaashi, ah!”

Akaashi quickly pulled out his cock and took a minute to regain his breath, his head cradled on his hands at the earth-shattering orgasm you both had. Not a moment later, he’s tying his condom and throwing it to his bin, finding his way right beside you as you blinked sleepily at him.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you were great. Just tired.”

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?”

You smiled at his concern, pulling him in closer for an embrace. He was warm and sweaty that it felt uncomfortable, but you wanted him beside you, and Akaashi began to caress your hipbones with so much tenderness. He knew he was a little rough for losing control like that.

“I’d love that, thank you,” you mumbled, more than ready to call it a night and sleep when his weight shifted off the bed. Akaashi rummaged through something in his drawers before he disappeared in the bathroom for a bit, coming back to spread your legs open once more. “Wh-what’re you doing?”

“It’s called aftercare. If your partner can’t provide this and pamper you, I suggest you break up with them,” he snickered, and you hissed at the sensitivity as he wiped away your cum with the towel. You soon relaxed, however, all thanks to Akaashi’s doting nature that you were falling asleep on his bed, allowing him to clean you up as he pleases. He set the towel aside and snuggled right next to you, his nose bumping your jaw to pull you away from dreamland for a little while. His previous sexual aura had now dimmed; his brotherly concern present again. “You still want to fuck your classmate?”

“Hmm...he’s really handsome, and I heard from the other girls he’s got a huge cock too,” you giggled, not really aware of your words as you said, “Probably even bigger than yours.”

Thinking that he might be offended, you almost apologized after a moment, but Akaashi only laughed as he hugged you tighter. “Size doesn’t matter. It’s who owns the cock and their talent in pleasuring their partner that matters,” he confidently stated, fingers running up and down your spine that brought chills down to your toes as he nibbled on your ear. “And I know I fucked you so good he can’t compare.”

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 17 | April 18th – April 24th

Welcome to week 17 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 18»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week

Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt.1 » Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader & Platonic Avengers x Reader — Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.

His Favorite Day » Chris Evans x Reader — Chris’s favorite day of the year is your birthday.

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

*No Hidden Messages by @jobean12-blog » TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Sam sends you a picture of Bucky and the endgame is priceless. | Honestly I love me some dominant Bucky, and if Sam had sent me that picture I would have dropped my phone and been like yep that my babe. I was thinking something more dirty but I’ll keep that thought to myself. 😉

Sucker Punch by @buckyblues » Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader — Bucky thought he knew what was his, until he accidentally let it roam free. | Someone come dump a cold bucket of water on me please?

Someone Like You by @startrekkingaroundasgard » Bucky Barnes x Hydra Agent!Reader — Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. | I really enjoyed reading this, the sass of the reader and how Bucky handles them. It’s just so perfect. Nicola says there is more to come for this pair and I’m so very much looking forward to it.

(Mini) Series:

Happy & So Happy by @mrwinterr » Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader — You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for. | The smut in this is hot and by the end you are hoping the reader gets a happy ending not a tragic one.

*A Tender Heart 💜 Pt. 3 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics and explicit sexual content, 18+] | I feel the love that is radiating from this story and I really love it and the little bit of smut we get in chapter 3 is perfect!

the (after) party by @buckycuddlebuddy sequel loft music » fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader — “why don’t we have this thing they call goodbye sex? one last time.” he leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear. “i’ll make it good for you.” | In some strange way it was therapeutic to read this but at the same time I felt bad for the reader in the first part. Second part you are rooting for her but still feeling bad. I will say the smut in this is perfect.

Just Like Dad Pt. 3 🦾 Pt. 1 🦾 Pt. 2 by @ladyfallonavenger » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky finally confronts Steve and moves forward with his life. | Very sweet ending and I loved it.

Sweet Dreams 🥞 Pt. 4 🥞 Pt. 5 🥞 Pt. 6 🥞 Pt. 7 by @jedimastermelkor » Bucky Barnes x Reader & ? x Avenger — Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections? | I like how she named the puppy Pancake and the first thing the mysterious avenger gave her was pancakes. I don’t want to give too much away but things are getting really good and you find out who the mysterious avenger is in chapter 6!

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

*Caught by @giorno-plays-piano » Bluebeard!Steve Rogers x Reader — If he kept you warm, saying words of love to you every day while he looked you in the face, you’d marry him even if in a year he hanged you just like all his wives in the dungeon of his castle. | It’s dark but in a soft way and it’s so good. I highly recommend you go and read it.

Drabble Request by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader — We find out how Steve and Reader met before they ever got in a relationship. Takes place before Tell Me What You Want. | I loved this so much, I was laughing and pictured this whole piece so vividly in my brain. Also I just want a part where Bucky teases Steve about that night in front of reader making her giggle, maybe at the wedding?

(Mini) Series:

*Yuánfèn 📖 Pt. 4 by @writerwrites » Steve Rogers x Reader — When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart? | I always look forward to the updates on this story. It brings me so much comfort and the relationship that is blossoming between the reader and Steve is beautiful and organic. I highly recommend this.

Misc.

Headcanons:

*Just Like Her Old Man by @rebelwrites » Chibs Telford x Reader — I asked for: Parents get called into school for a meeting due to their daughter fighting, and trying not to be proud. Taking them out for a treat after the meeting. | It turned out so great. If you knew me at my Sons Anarchy Days, you know I loved Chibs the most. This feed my love for him even more. Thank you Heather!!

One-Shot:

*A Simple Solution by @sweetlyscared » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson — You and Andy had a purely sexual relationship for several months, and you’d started to grow attached to him. Unfortunately, life has a way of complicating things, and a chance encounter at a bookstore had you stuck between a rock and a hard place. | We all owe a huge thank you to Sweet Lee, for writing and posting this. She wrote our dreams out so perfectly, and if you haven’t thought of this now you can. It’s just so hot and good, I for one am very thankful.

(Mini) Series:

*Give In 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 23 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 24 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 25 by @overr-written » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | I love this series so much and the lengths that the chapters are. I really am going to be sad when this is over. I don’t ever want it to end. 😭

Seal Team

One-Shots:

Imma Take Care Of Your Body by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Reader is the only female member on Bravo who also has a no strings attached relationship with Rebel. | Let me just say this is hot, like really hot. Give me a glass of water and let me cool down. Thank you Heather for blessing us with this.

Tier One Babysitters by @bravo-four-seal-team » Seal Team; Ray Perry x Naima Perry — Ray and Naima ask the team to watch 6 month old Jameelah. | I promise you will be laughing.

You Are Perfect by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Clay tells you everything he loves about you. | As a big boned girl this meant a lot and has me wishing for a Clay Spenser to call my own.

[ggukkiereads]

Hi 💓

It is the month of Ramadan and I want to avoid reading any smutty/steamy fics for the month. Which is why I was wondering if you have any Jungkook or Taehyung non smut fic recs? It can be fluff or anything just no explicit sex scenes. Thank you for your recommendations you are literally my favorite page on this platform 💜✨

🌷 Hello @dhabatae101. First, I wish you and other followers a happy, safe, and blessed Ramadan. Ramadan Mubarak! ✨

I decided to answer this right away so I tried compiling my reblogs (plus those fics I haven’t reviewed yet) and authors that “specialize” in fluff/angst. However, the list went on and on 🤭. So, I will split this post into two:

Part 1: authors that have more SFW content in their catalog (you are here)

Part 2: non-smut fics (my reblogs + other recs) - Taehyung | Jungkook

(Fluff/Angst) Smut-less Fics | Taehyung & Jungkook

🌷 Part 1 (Recommended Authors)

@jimlingss - Kina’s masterlist is just a dream. No two stories are the same and every fic is just memorable. A truly prolific and consistent writer. Usually witty, fluffy, and charming but the angsty fics are also deadly. I posted my fave JJK and KTH fics -  the Worshipers Series can be read independently but better if read sequentially to better understand the “universe”. The Slice of Life Series  is also a must, but you can read the KTH and JJK fics on their own but I seriously love ALL 💖.

Worshipers of the Sky - KTH | series [3/3] | 35k | God AU, Goddess!OC, Sacrifice!Taehyung, Worshipers Series | F, some A

Worshipers of the Sea - JJK | one shot | 16.3k | Pirate AU, Mermaid AU, God AU,  Worshipers Series  | F, A

President’s Son - KTH | series [20/20] | 80k | Bodyguard AU (reader), Slice of Life Sereis, Slow Burn | F

Sugar and Coffee - JJK | series [23/23] 101k | Patisserie School AU, Best Friend AU, Enemies to Lovers (slight), Slice of Life Series | F

Love So Shallow - KTH | series [3/3] | 34.8k | College AU, eventual Roommate AU, Best Friend AU, Humor | F, slight A  ⭐ #holygrailfic

Black Waltz -  KTH | two shot | Butler AU, Historical AU | F, A (ah I love Taehyung’s characterization here)

Moirai - KTH | series [8/8] | 46.9k | isekai au, fantasy au, reborn as a villain in a video game | F, A

Rent a Boyfriend - KTH | I noticed this is a crowd favorite, it might end up yours too =)

A Fairy Crime - KTH | one shot | Fairy godmother OC to grant someone a happy ever after  | F, A, crack

Date in a Box - JJK | one shot | 9.7k | Date Planner (like wedding planner but make it a service for dating) | F, F, F

His Name - JJK | series [8/8] | 52.4k | Multiple Personality AU, based on Kill Me, Heal Me (this is one of my favorite Korean drama series so I really enjoyed this fic series too) | A

A Piece of Moonlight - JJK | one shot | 22k | Warrior AU, Mulan AU | really angsty though

*didn’t include Chess of Ice (since this is in the Jungkook Jock AU list)

@inktae - If you’ve been following me I always rave about this author. Mostly her work is of fantasy genre but has a slice of life tone. Her fics are just masterpieces - just beautifully written and viscerally gripping. They remind me of Ghibli films for some reason (like the tone). You can check their fics here (just avoid those with M, usually with sexual content but honestly it’s not explicit). I love everything but if you want to start somewhere, you can try:

Blue Orchids, Moonlight, Home After Rain -  JJK Soulmate AU, Hanahaki AU, Angst  ⭐ #holygrailfic

First Light - KTH x R x JJK | raved about it here (angst)

Away From the Sun - KTH | soulmate AU

The train of lost souls - JJK, feat JHS | fantasy AU | A

The swirling Ways of Stars - JJK, fantasy | A, F

@gukyi - for your enemies to lovers needs. This is one of my favorite tropes so I just love that there is a writer that ‘specializes” in this. Please check their masterlist and take note of fics with (smut). Try:

Four Weeks - KTH, College AU, stuck in campus for four weeks during Christmas

Good Luck Charm - KTH, roommates, actor AU

Moonlight Melody + Part 2 - JJK, fake dating, orchestra AU | F, A

Coffee Shop Contract - JJK, fake dating, college AU | F

If I Told You - JJK, college, unrequited love/pining | F, A

Midas - JJK, magical realism | F, A

Love Project - JJK, comedy, photography assignment | F

@koorara - ugh I just adore their writing. Tooth-rotting fluff seems effortless with her drabbles/short stories. You can check their fics here. My faves:

Driving Me Wild - JJK, demon au, roommate au, ongoing drabble series but you can read it (not cliffhanger-ish), soulmate au | my review (tooth-rotting fluff)

His Dandelion - KTH, someone sent an ask about this you can read the description | A

Down and Down - JJK | MMA fighter, slight making out | A, F

The Pitter Patter of the Heart - skip the drabble with mature content, husband au, lecturer jungkook, this is super cuuuute | tooth-rotting fluff

@suhdays - it’s just amazing to find a writer with a non-smut catalog. Writing is just pure and focused on the plot and emotional/character development. Please give their masterlist lots of love. My faves:

Access Granted - I like hacker Jungkook. SMAU format

A Cinderella Story - JJK | also based on the movie | F, A

Wherever You Are - JJK | vampire, ceo (I love this) | A, F

Terms of Endearment - JJK | poet jjk x artist reader | F

Bucket List - JJK | friends to lovers (this is adorable! my review of this is still in the drafts like the rest of the fics 😥) | F, slight A

Camp Crush - KTH | brother’s best friend (this is funny like I was just smiling all throughout)

Made of Honor -  KTH | SMAU, recently completed! Like the movie

Baby I’m a Fool - JJK | Fake Dating, Co-worker AU, E2L | F, A

@vanaera - her Yoongi coworker E2L series is something I’m always waiting for and  I don’t think her other fics contain smut. Please check The Prince and His Rose (bestfriend AU, College AU, childhood friends, football player x writer!reader Jungkook, fluff/angst)

@namjoonchronicles - so I recently binged on this author’s writing (still bingeing on her other members’ fics). Their catalog has a lot of Domestic AUs which are beautiful slice of life pieces. It could be as simple as folding the laundry but it would be so meaningful. I said in one of my reviews that their domestic fics has same vibes as illustrator Puung’s Love is in Small Things. I would like to post my favorites here but I think I recently just reviewed/reblogged tons of their work (you can search my blog for the reviews). Please check their masterlist. Granite Glow is my ⭐ #holygrailfic

@rosaetae​ - if you like angst that hurts but it all makes sense why the situation had to be angsty, then her masterlist is something to binge on. Not all are angsty, just mind the tags for pure “fluff”. My favorites:

The Bedtime Contract - KTH, roommates, enemies to lovers, sort of cuddle buddy?, fluff but there’s slight angst | F, A

Dream a Little Dream of Me - KTH, soulmate au, could hear soulmate’s voice, waitress x songwriter | 

Lavender + Vanilla - KTH,  a story about a boy who had forgotten his memory of you

Chrysanthemum Effect - KTH (JJK has a side story too), Hanahaki AU

Among the Evergreen  - JJK, Christmas AU, E2L | F

Sweet Apple Biscuits - JJK, receives letter from their future self asking to save one boy ⭐ | A, slight F

Best Thing He Never Had 01 02 03 04 05 06  - JJK, bestfriends to lovers | A, F

Better Late Than Never - JJK drabble, exes AU, fake dating (I love this scenario, there’s one funny moment here with Jungkook saying his feelings through a door) | A, F

@justimajin - another favorite of mine - her fics actually try different genres/scenarios and are usually series. I find it fun to wait on episodes weekly. A consistent writer too. See masterlist here. Selected works:

Catching a Case of Doctor Blues - KTH, medical AU, enemies to lovers, slice of life

Swapped - JJK, body swap, really fluffy! I reviewed it before and screamed at how fluffy this is 😍 | tooth-rotting fluff

A Lone Wolf’s Howl - JJK, werewolf AU, sort of enemies/rivals, hunter AU, bestfriend. Note: there is a chapter with smut, you can skip that portion | A, F, S

@bubmyg​ - oh wow her works are just tooth-rotting fluffy goodness too (especially the Yoongi drabbles/one shots). But please check her fics for Tae and Koo. My picks:

Can’t Fake a Feeling - KTH, F2L, Fake Dating, College AU, Fuckboy (not smut)

Extra Cheese Sauce, Please - KTH, F2L, College, friends keep setting them up

Strawberry Boy - JJK, I just reblogged this weeks ago so you probably have read this | tooth-rotting fluff

Wonder - pool boy!jungkook x journalist!reader | F

Not a Date - JJK | one shot + drabble series, kinda E2L. cute |  tooth-rotting fluff

Dare to Begin - JJK | college au, idiots to lovers, broke college students |  tooth-rotting fluff

gcfguk + idcilh - a youtuber!jeongguk drabble series | F

you can check their masterlist for the other drabbles and fics I haven’t read/included

@cupofteaguk - a writer whose fics end up in my fic rec lists regularly. When I get asked about certain tropes, I always remember one or two of her fics. Their Reputation Series is binge-worthy but they also have plenty of scenarios/tropes to choose from. You can find a lot of KTH or JJK fluff-based fics here (or other members too):

the maze to you - KTH |  soulmate au | angst

along the boardwalk - KTH | skater boy/college au | fluff

it’s all fun & games - JJK | fake dating au | fluff

say you won’t let go - JJK | soulmate au | fluff

on the road (to you) - JJK |  road trip/strangers to lovers au | fluff

new romantics - JJK | hogwarts au, quidditch player, enemies to lovers | F, A

@crystaljins - another writer with fics that have well-developed plot, great angst and great endings. I recommend all (check other members’ fics here). Extra love for:

Take a Chance - JJK | series [7/7] | 63k | Hanahaki AU, Coworker AU, Boss!Reader, Wedding Planner AU | A, F | My review  ⭐ #holygrailfic

Schemes and Tricks to Win Her Heart - KTH | series [5/5] | 22.5k | Fake Dating, feat Chaebol/Rich Seokjin, Taehyung is Jin’s Little Brother, and OC is Tae’s bestfriend

I haven’t read the new Taehyung Christmas fic yet but give it a spin =)

@springbean - I love her story concepts and ideas! When I discovered her, I just binged on their work and I enjoy every new fic she releases. My personal favorites are listed below, but you can also check her masterlist here:

Onyx - JJK | cyberpunk AU, abo dynamics (it is sooo interesting to use abo dynamics this way. Usually abo is associated with werewolf aus but this is like a social classification system in this fic. It is still ongoing but it’s the type of story you can read and remember easily so in case it gets updated you can jump into the next chapter)  ongoing | A, F

Wolfsbane - KTH | Werewolf AU, college, soulmates (included in my KTH werewolf fic recs)

Cursed - JJK | Prince x Mage/Witch, Fantasy, Medieval, E2L, action (basically has all AUs I like) ongoing

Enshrined - JJK | this is new! fantasy, fae world, isekai, childhood friends, eventual smut (?) but since we’re not there yet you can still read it smut-less  ongoing

@army-author - another prolific writer with a catalog you can binge on. I recently reblogged/reviewed some of my favorites but believe me there are more (I am just lazy with reviewing and such). Personal faves:

Gamomania - JJK | childhood friends | tooth-rotting fluff, slight S

X and O - KTH | fake dating, single parent, teacher AU

A Monster Crush - KTH | childhood friends, angst, fluff, horror, implied S   ongoing

All This Stigma - KTH | fwb au, unplanned pregnancy, arranged marriage, divorce, really angsty but I love it!

The Village Idiots - JJK | soulmate au, childhood friends, they’re soulmate-less (or are they?) |  tooth-rotting fluff

The Alchemy of Amor - JJK | fantasy au, royalty au, enemies to lovers (new) | F

Fire and Ice - JJK | oh this is probably the first I’ve read from the author, E2L but make it fluffy rivals (he’s fire and she can yield ice), fantasy au, magic | F

Black and White Christmas - JJK | Office AU | F

@thedefinitionofbts - I love how emotionally invested I get when reading their fics. Most of their fics are smut-less but deeply rooted in emotions so I remember the story a lot even if I’ve read some years or months ago (I said in my werewolf fic rec list that there’s this Jungkook fic of theirs that’s really sad and I still imagine him waiting for OC.) Just powerful storytelling. You can check their masterlist and mind the fics with smut. I wanted to list my favorites here but I’ll end up listing everything. If you want to start a fic, I recommend:

A Story that We Paint - KTH x R x JJK | Sci-fi, College AU, Lucid Dreams AU | A, slight F

Our First and Last - JJK, VMIN | Soulmate AU, Sci-Fi | A, F

Kingdom of Crystal Snow - KTH | Christmas, Royalty (yay something purely fluffy)

Corner of the Universe - KTH | Reincarnation AU

other fics I like have S content or too sad

@threeletterslife - I love her fics because they make me dwell and ponder on things but themes are very heavy (I think she has one crack fic though). No smut and you can try all her works if you are in the mood for angst, some pondering, etc. Masterlist here. You can read the Love Chaser Series (though you have to read the Yoongi series first before reading Jungkook’s, it’s one universe).

Whipped with a Cherry on Top - KTH | friends to lovers, crack

The Time Traveler’s Playbook - KTH | time travel AU | F, A

Cuss Out - JJK | High school AU, crack | F

@artaefact - just feel good scenarios and I love her drabbles! I’ve reblogged and oohed aahed over the drabbles that are short but powerful scenarios.

incandesce + warmth drabble - JJK  (safe to say, you can read all their drabbles) | F

Aeturnal - KTH | fantasy au, royalty au (I loooove this. it has inexplicit S though, you can skip)

A Letter in Roses - KTH | husband au, valentine au

Calling You Mine - JJK | College AU, S2L, tooth-rotting fluff 

@augustbutwinter - a writer to watch out for. August delivers so much even with minimal word count; they can get you emotional (fluffy or angsty) and it is so easy to visualize the image she is trying to describe. Just wonderful. The words just flow easily too so the fics are not difficult to read/imagine. I recommend the ff:

My Tears Ricochet - KTH | ghost AU, roommate AU, fluff (sometimes angsty), drabble series ⭐⭐

Rose Coloured - JJK | post college AU, some sort of reunion with an old flame | F

@akinnie75 - What a wonderful storyteller. I would binge on her fics for their plot/storylines. Usually it feels as if you are reading a tale. Several of their fics ended up in my #holygrailfics (the namjoon and jimin ones). You can try:

Ghost Marriage - JJK | fantasy, idol au, kind of arranged marriage | A, F

Until Spring 1 | 2 - JJK | Romance, Fantasy, visited the Freesia Island for Spring but taken for Arranged Marriage instead | A, F

Moonchild - KTH | a tale about the legendary Moonchild, a mythical creature known for its ability to heal life of all sorts

🌷ggukkienote:

I’d also like to recommend checking the fics in each of the reading lists and Fic Recs by theme. You’ll find these lists in the NAVI page. Fics/Titles included per list are usually tagged for A/S/F content.

I will update this once I remember other authors that focus on A/F

Part 2 (Fic Recs) - linked top of this post

[johnsamericano]

✽ Disclaimer: Some of this fics might be turned into full length fics. If you’d like to be added to the taglist, send me an ask or a message. ✽

✽ Warning: I suck at writing summaries. I swear the stories are not that bad. ✽

[release date: April 1st]

taglist: @whathamelon @unknown5tar @curieouscapt @notbeforelong @silent-potato @ajhdr @mrcarbonatedmilk @gjheaaa

✤ ↝ Fluff

® ↝ Smut

☾ ↝ Angst

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1:

ℓєє тαєуσиg

3:00 a.m. Your husband hadn’t arrived yet, he was supposed to be on an important mission, a dangerous one too, for what you’d heard. Worried about him, you decide to leave the house to look for him.

mafia!au ✤ ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 2:

мσσи тαєιℓ

Mr. Moon is an extremely busy man, but he’s more than willing to give up some of his valuable time for a little someone.

dilf!taeil ® ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 3:

ѕυн נσнииу

Your childhood friend, Johnny, had become your husband. But he couldn’t be more different from the little boy you used to adore.

arranged marriage!au ® ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 4:

иαкαмσтσ уυтα

Your boyfriend wasn't who you thought he was, nevertheless, a curse -which turns out to be a blessing, after all- might be just what you needed to regain your freedom.

Yandere!au ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5:

qιαи кυи

You’re stuck in your office with your boss for the rest of the night, he proposes an innocent chess game to pass time.

ceo!au ® ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 6:

кιм ∂σуσυиg.

What happens when the prince, next in line for the throne, finds out his lover is engaged to someone else?

Royalty!au ® ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7:

тєи ℓєє

Your mother hires the most wanted tailor in town to design a new dress for the ball, who turns out to be completely different from what you’d expected. But you couldn’t allow yourself to catch feelings for him, not when you were finally so close to marrying your childhood crush.

19th century! au ® ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 8:

‎נυиg נαєнуυи

Jaehyun had been your sugar daddy for about a year now, and you were not oblivious to the special treatment he’d give you. But you didn’t expect him to confirm your suspicions on a very special night.

Sugar daddy!au ✤ ☾

𝓓𝓪𝔂 9:

∂σиg ѕι¢нєиg

He’s always had a hard time expressing his feelings, and you completely understand that. However, everyone has their breaking point, and he can't do anything but try and fix things before it's too late.

idol!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 10:

кιм נυиgωσσ

You had to paint a human portrait for your final project, but no one seemed to be available to help you. That is until you find the most perfect human being sitting in the cafeteria. He had to be your model at all costs.

college!au ☾ ✤ ®

𝓓𝓪𝔂 11:

ωσиg уυкнєι

Rumor has it that the school player, Lucas, was finally ready for a formal relationship. Everyone was wondering why, but the moment they saw him chasing you with a flower bouquet, they realized the correct question was who.

fuckboy!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 12:

ℓєє мαяк

After three years of not seeing each other, you meet your ex boyfriend again, only that you’re not alone. You have a child by your side, who looks oddly similar to Mark.

baby daddy!mark ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 13:

χιασ ∂єנυи

A handsome stranger had been visiting your dreams for a while now, delivering an immense amount of pleasure that had your legs trembling the next morning. You thought he was a mere product of your imagination until you decided to pull an all nighter, coming face to face with the man of your dreams.

incubus!au ®

𝓓𝓪𝔂 14:

ωσиg кυинαиg

There’s a hitman in town, and it’s Hendery’s job as a detective to catch them before more people die, but what if the person he’d been looking for all that time turned out to be the one he loved the most?

reader hitman (kind of mafia-ish)!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 15:

нυαиg яєиנυи

After your date was canceled, your roommate decides to make your favorite dinner to cheer you up, but letting you drink a whole bottle of wine to accompany your food might not have been his smartest idea.

roomate!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 16:

ℓєє נєиσ

You were supposed to be his rival, but then why would his heart flutter every time you looked at him, why would his heart fill with anger every time your partner touched you?

figure skating!au ® ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 17:

ℓєє ∂σиgнуυ¢к

Maybe asking Donghyuck, the least patient person you knew, to tutor you for anatomy wasn’t the greatest idea you’d had.

®

𝓓𝓪𝔂 18:

иα נαємιи

Na Jaemin, your guardian angel, made the terrible mistake of falling for you.

angel!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 19:

ℓιυ уαиgуαиg

A very peculiar boy visits your shop, asking to get a tattoo on the back. It’s a rather big one for someone’s first time, but you don’t object. The tattoo had to be done in different sessions, in which you got to know the boy better and found out he was nothing like you'd thought he'd be.

tattoo artist!au ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 20:

σѕαкι ѕнσтαяσ

Your new intern is without a doubt, a bit of a handful. But every time you try to fire him, he flashes you that adorable eye smile, erasing all of your previous thoughts.

reader ceo!au ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 21:

‎נυиg ѕυиg¢нαи

After watching his relay cam, you decide to make your own custom shoes, which turns out messier than expected.

✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 22:

zнσиg ¢нєиℓє

Chenle has finally found the love of his life. The problem? She’s a busy hospital resident. But he doesn’t mind faking an injury every once in a while so you can heal him.

hospital (kind of)!au ☾ ✤

𝓓𝓪𝔂 23:

ραяк נιѕυиg

Your classmate, the shy boy, decides to finally confess his feelings towards you. But nothing goes as planned.

college!au ✤ ☾

[sweetlysilent]

Apartment 509 (Epilogue)

Pairing: Roomate!Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: To happy endings and new beginnings.

A/N: *taps mic* Is this thing on? Hello everyone! Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this story. I’ve quite literally made y’all wait years for this epilogue and I’m so sorry for that. However, the time has finally come for it to end. I can’t even begin to express how grateful and appreciative I am for all of you that have stuck by me and read it along the way. I had so much fun writing this story and sharing it with all of you. That being said, I hope you all enjoy the end to Apartment 509. Much love. ❤️

Apartment 509 (Masterlist) | Main Masterlist

Six years later..

If someone were to tell you years ago that you’d fall in love with your roommate you would have laughed and told them that they were crazy. That you weren’t that type of person to fall into that fantasy story. 

Boy were you wrong about that. 

If you were being honest you weren’t sure if you were ever going to find your person, a part of you had given up, just accepting the fact that you’d be single forever, but then the universe threw it’s plan at you like a ton of bricks. You truly never expected to fall in love the way you did, but now you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Becoming roommates with Tom and Jacob was the best thing to ever happen to you, not only was the apartment a saving grace for your time of need, but you made new friends and you found your person as well. 

Needless to say Tom and you didn’t get along so well in the beginning which was no surprise there, you couldn’t stand fuckboys, and that’s what intrigued him more about you. You never saw yourself dating the type of person you used to despise, yet you proved yourself wrong.

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, thinking back at all the memories of the past couple years. It was definitely a wild ride, something you were surprised you made it out of, but with Tom by your side you knew you could accomplish anything. 

“What is that beautiful mind thinking of?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn your head and look at him. “Just thinking about how insane these past few years have been, how much my life has changed, how much yours has too.” You smiled softly at him, your fingers tracing his cheek gently. 

Tom adjusted himself under the sheet covers, pulling you closer to his chest as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “I will agree to that, so much has happened to us, but I couldn’t be more thankful and blessed.” He hummed, his fingers caressing your back soothingly. 

You melted into his touch, a smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. You both laid in silence for a few moments, just enjoying one another’s presence, until Tom lifted his head causing you to open your eyes.

“As much as I love laying here with you darling, we do have a party we have to start getting ready for.” Tom whispered, his voice soft and calm as you pouted, burying your face into his shoulder, pressing a faint kiss to his bare skin.

“I know, but I’d love to spend all day in bed with you.” You whined, making him chuckle, his chest vibrating making you smile widely. “I would love that too, but our friends wouldn’t want to experience this.” He teased, making you laugh and pull away from him.

“You’re right.” You huffed out, staring at the ceiling as Tom grinned at your childish behavior, something he thought was adorable. “Plus, we have two little munchkins who will destroy this house if we don’t get out there.” He pointed out, causing your eyes to widen just at the thought. 

“Do you know how long it took to get jelly out of Mason’s hair the other day?” You glanced over at him, “An hour. A full hour Thomas! That boy thought it was your hair gel and wanted to be like his daddy.” You squinted your eyes at him as he gave you a sheepish smile. 

“What can I say, he has good style! Just needs to use the right products and well.. Not food to do it.” Tom laughed, hopping out of the comfortable bed before you could whack his arm. You gave him a playful glare as he winked at you, disappearing into the bathroom. 

You let out a content sigh, hearing the water run in the bathroom as you looked around the bedroom. Your life was completely different than how it was five years ago. 

Not only did you graduate college, while being pregnant might you add, but you also started dating Tom. Once you gave birth to your beautiful baby boy Mason, you and Tom decided it was time to start house hunting. You both knew the apartment wasn’t a big enough space for a child, plus you both didn’t want to bother Jacob as well.

You both had been saving up money for a while, wanting to eventually find a house to buy, and then one day while you were searching online, you found your dream home. You quickly ran out to show Tom, and the second he saw it his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Within the next two hours you and Tom went to go walk through the house, whilst Jacob being the best friend he is, babysat Mason. Tom and you knew once you got done walking through the beautiful home that it was perfect. 

You both did some talking with the realtor, sorting out some things with the house and land, but in the end, you both decided that it was too perfect to pass up. A couple more hours of signing papers and details that Tom ended up taking over, you both were now the new owners of a gorgeous home.

Needless to say you both were extremely excited.

Once you both returned to the apartment Tom was eager to break the news to Jacob, who was super happy for the both of you. You let the two boys talk while you took Mason back to your room, getting a bottle ready for him.

Over the course of a couple weeks you both moved things out of the apartment and into your new house, with the help of Jacob, Harrison, and Madison of course. Once everything was finally moved in you all had dinner and relaxed. 

You were extremely thankful to have such amazing friends.

Weeks after you started living in your new house, things were going great, you both along with Mason were the happiest you’d ever been. However, you were nowhere near prepared for what was about to happen.

You came home one day after being out with Madison, she had wanted to do a fun girls day, of course you were a bit anxious, you didn’t want to leave Mason, but Tom convinced you to go have fun and that he could watch him.

So, you ended up going out with her and having a blast, you didn’t realize how bad you needed to get out and let go. You both ended up getting your hair and nails done, along with some lovely shopping. 

By the time you arrived back at your house it was evening, you bid Madison goodbye, making your way up to your front door, only to enter and see rose petals scattered along the floor, small lit candles making a path for you to follow. 

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head at how adorable he was being. You set your bags down at the door, following the lit path and rose petals that lead you outside to the backyard. However, Tom was nowhere to be found.

You glanced around the yard, your eyes landing on a small folded up letter on the glass table.

My dearest Y/N, 

As you can see I’m nowhere to be found, but what you can find is a stunning red dress that I know you’d look gorgeous in. Meet me at our favorite place. 

Love, Tom

You couldn’t help but smile widely at his cheesiness, but you loved it just as much. You opened the box that was underneath the letter, a beautiful red dress sitting prettily in it. With zero hesitation you rushed back into the house, slipping into the dress, admiring how it hugged your body in all the right places.

You made sure your makeup and hair looked good, and then you headed down the stairs, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door. The drive to the area wasn’t too long, you knew it like the back of your hand. 

About ten minutes later you pulled up to the place, the sun had begun to set, causing the sky to turn into a beautiful sunset. You got out of the car, seeing more rose petals and candles creating a path for you.

You began to follow them along the wooden path, your eyes widening when you saw Tom standing in the middle of the field. His head snapped over towards you, his eyes drinking you in as you smiled warmly at him. 

He looked extremely good, he was dressed up in a black suit, his hair slightly gelled back but not too much to the point where you couldn’t see his curls. The river of water flowed behind him, as a light warm breeze blew. 

You carefully made your way towards him, your nerves skyrocketing as you got closer. Eventually you made it up to him, a happy yet nervous smile on your face as you stood in front of him. 

“I see you found my note.” He grinned teasingly, making you laugh and nod your head as he grabbed your hands gently in his. “This whole thing is beautiful Tom, the dress, the roses and candles, our place, the sunset.” You gushed, a wide smile on your lips as he smiled adoringly at you.

“I’m glad you like it.” He rubbed your hands with the pads of his thumbs. “Like it? Tom I love it, this is perfect.” You smiled at him as he grinned. “I do have to ask though, what is all of this for? Did I forget a date night?” You tilted your head at him slightly, watching as he inhaled a deep breath.

“No, no you didn’t forget a date night.” He let out a small chuckle, clearing his throat as his nerves started to set in. 

“I did all of this because tonight is a special night, it’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while, but it was never the right time, until now.” He nervously spoke, his eyes fixed on yours as you felt your heart starting to race in your chest. 

“The day we met I knew that you were the one, of course we had our ups and downs but that just made us stronger into who we are today.” Tom began, licking his lips as he held your hands in his, his palms getting sweaty.

“I was a broken guy who slept with random girls to fill a void I was missing, I never knew what love was, until I met you.” He smiled warmly at you, making you smile in response. “I look at us now and I always think, ‘wow, I am so lucky to have this wonderful person in my life, I don’t know what I’d do without them.’” He chuckled, making you laugh quietly with him, tears rimming your eyes.

“Not only that but we have our amazing son Mason and I couldn’t be more grateful.” He beamed, squeezing your hands. 

“Y/N, you have brought so much happiness and joy into my life, I love waking up with you sleeping next to me, I love taking care of Mason with you, I love making so many memories together, but most importantly, I love you so much, so..” He paused, letting go of your hands as he got down on one knee, pulling a small black box out of his jacket pocket.

You covered your mouth with your hands, tears slipping down your cheeks as he opened the box revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring you had ever seen. 

“Y/N, will you marry me?” He looked up at you, his own eyes brimming with tears as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes! One hundred percent yes!” You cried out as he quickly stood, taking a step towards you as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. 

You both broke away, laughter leaving both your mouths as tears slipped down each of your cheeks. Tom held your hand, slipping the blinding ring onto your finger with shaky hands.

“I love you so much.” He murmured, pulling you in for another kiss as you smiled against his lips, “I love you so much more.” You whispered against his, making him smile widely in response.

What you didn’t expect next was for all your friends to emerge out of hiding, cheers erupting from their mouths making you and Tom both smile brightly. Madison was holding Mason while Harrison was taking pictures of the entire proposal. Jacob was clapping and holding a bottle of champagne.

Needless to say, it was the most magical and special proposal you’d ever had.

“You’re still in bed?” You heard your husband chuckle, your eyes darting over to see him all dressed and looking sexy as ever. “Of course, it’s comfy here, plus I was just thinking about the day you proposed to me.” You grinned at him as his cheeks flushed a light shade of red.

“That day and our wedding day will forever be two of my most favorite moments in life.” He smiled lovingly at you, walking over and pressing a short kiss to your lips. “What are the other ones?” You questioned, curious about what he was going to say. 

“Well obviously having Mason and Henry.” Tom stated as if it was basic knowledge, making you snort in response as he smirked at you. “Now go get ready, we have less than three hours to get the house prepped and to tell everyone the big news.” Tom squinted his eyes at you making you laugh and raise your hands in surrender.

“Alright! I’m going, I'm going!” You smiled as you got out of bed, waving him off as you went into the bathroom this time. You spent the next twenty minutes getting ready and tidying up the bedroom. Once you were satisfied with how everything looked, you headed out of the bedroom.

You made your way down the stairs, hearing numerous voices filling your ears as you walked into the kitchen, a smile forming on your lips as you saw Tom helping Mason and Henry. “Look at my three little helpers.” You cooed, hands on your hips as Tom grinned at you, Mason and Henry running over towards you.

“Mom! Look what we did!” Mason tugged on your hand excitedly as Henry held your other hand. You let the boys walk you over towards the counter, your face lighting up at the vase of followers. 

“These are beautiful boys, did you cut them to fit the vase all by yourselves?” You beamed at the two of them as they nodded excitedly, eyes wide. “Yes! With daddy’s help.” Henry giggled, making you laugh and pull them both in for a hug.

“Well they look amazing, uncle Harrison and aunt Maddie are going to love them.” You ruffled their hair as they let out a chorus of laughter. Tom however was simply standing off to the side and watching the entire thing, his heart warming at the three people he loved the most. 

“Boys, do you want to help me go grab some drinks from the garage?” Tom chimed in, seeing their heads snap over in pure excitement of helping. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as they went running off in the direction of the garage, a grin on Tom’s lips as he winked at you, following after the two kids.

While Tom had the kids distracted for a moment you spent the next couple minutes organizing the kitchen, making it look presentable and tidy. Once they came back they helped place the drinks on the table, before going outside to play for a bit.

You and Tom spent that time fixing up the rest of the main floor, picking up shoes and toys. Soon enough you heard the doorbell ring throughout the house before footsteps and voices could be heard.

“Your favorite people are here!” Madison announced as she walked into the kitchen, a beaming smile on her face as a guy followed behind her. “Oooh, who is this?” You teased, raising your eyebrows as Madison smiled widely, wrapping her arm around the guys bicep. 

“You remember Andrew right?” She wiggled her eyebrows as your eyes widened in surprise. “It’s about damn time!” You cheered, making her and Andrew laugh in response. “It took some time, but he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.” She beamed as Andrew kissed her forehead gently.

“I wasted so much time, I don’t know what the past me was thinking.” He chuckled, making the both of you smile. “Well, I’m glad you two are finally together, you make a great couple and seem so happy.” You congratulated them as Madison broke away from Andrew to give you a hug.

You eventually broke away, walking over to give Andrew a welcoming hug as well and telling him to make himself at home. You knew how much Madison liked Andrew, she had been crushing on him for as long as you could remember. You felt your heart sore at the sight of them, she deserved nothing but happiness and she was finally getting it.

You decided to let them be on their own, going to look for Tom when you heard another pair of voices enter the house. The familiar blonde hair coming into view, a girl also following behind him, as well as Jacob.

You smiled warmly at them all as Tom walked into the kitchen, a smile on his lips as he did his hand shake with the two of them.

“Hey man, I’m glad you all could make it.” Tom greeted them, his eyes landing on the girl then back at Harrison. He gave a small grin as Tom’s eyes widened in surprise.

You however watched this entire interaction in confusion, until your eyes darted down to the girls hand. Your jaw dropping in shock, eyes wide as you made the connection.

“Everyone, this is Natalie, my fiancée.” Harrison introduced her as all of you clapped and cheered, making the two of them blush and laugh. “We’re so happy for the both of you.” Jacob congratulated them as they smiled lovingly at one another.

“I knew you’d find your person.” You smiled happily at the blonde as he smiled back. “Thank you for always believing in me.” He spoke softly, giving you a side hug as you returned it. “Always.” You smiled.

Once you two let go you glanced over at Madison who lifted her glass into the air, clanking a knife against it. “Since we’re doing introductions, I’d also like to introduce you all to someone.” She grinned as Andrew stood beside her, his face flushed.

“Everyone this is my boyfriend Andrew, Andrew this is Tom, Harrison, Natalie, and Jacob.” Madison spoke happily as they all greeted each other. “It’s about time you two got together.” Tom grinned as Harrison and Jacob smirked to one another.

“Does everyone know how much you liked me?” Andrew teased as Madison laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” She admitted, making you all laugh, shaking your heads at the two of them.

You all talked for a while, catching up and just having a good time together, eventually Mason and Henry came inside saying they were hungry. You all then decided to eat, grabbing all different types of foods that were spread out on the numerous counters.

You all gathered around your outdoor table, chatting amongst each other, sharing stories and laughing. This was the happiest you had seen everyone in a while, nobody once showed any signs of unhappiness or negativity. 

You were listening to Madison and Andrew tell a story about a girl they work with, everyone’s focus on them when you felt Tom’s hand grip your thigh gently. Looking over at him he rose his eyebrows at you in a questioning manner as you smiled at him, nodding your head.

You both waited for them to finish telling the story, laughter leaving all of your mouths as Mason and Henry ate their food happily, not fazed by them talking at all.

Once everyone’s laughter died down, Tom rose from his chair, clearing his throat as everyone’s attention focused on him. “I just wanted to start off by saying thank you all for coming, Y/N and I love having you all over, as do Mason and Henry.” He chuckled as the boys smiled goofily at him in response.

“However, Y/N and I have been keeping something from you all for a while, two things actually.” Tom grinned, watching as curious expressions washed over their faces. “We wanted to hold this little gathering to tell you all the amazing news because you’re such important people in our lives.” He explained as everyone smiled at him in response.

“Come on Holland, you’re killing us here.” Madison teased, eager to know what the big surprise was. Tom let out a laugh as did everyone else as he raised his hands in surrender. “Okay okay, the first half of the big news is..” He trailed off, a bright smile on his face.

“I got the role as Spiderman, I’m going to be in the next Marvel movie!” He excitedly spoke, watching as everyone’s eyes widened in pure shock and surprise as you beamed up at him. “That’s amazing man!” Harrison cheered, standing up within an instant and giving his friend a tight hug.

“Wow that’s crazy! I can totally see it though!” Madison congratulated, excusing herself from her chair, joining the hug with Tom and Harrison. “How long have you been keeping that a secret mate?” Harrison chuckled as Tom smirked.

“For the past couple months, it’s been hard, you know how bad I am at keeping spoilers.” Tom laughed as you nodded your head in agreement. “You have no idea how many times I had to cut him off or stop him from accidentally almost posting something on social media.” You teased, making him pout in response.

“It was only a couple of times!” He whined, making you all laugh as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Sure Tommy, whatever you say.” You cooed, making him smile in response. 

“Wait, you said there was something else as well that you wanted to tell us?” Madison spoke up, now standing next to Harrison who looked at everyone then back at Tom. “Yes! You are right.” He nodded his head, clapping his hands.

“However, this part is connected to my new job, except it’s not my place to share it.” He grinned happily as his eyes landed on Jacob who rose from his seat. “I also got a job, I needed to get away from my old one, so I took a leap of faith and I auditioned with Tom and I ended up getting the role of Peter Parker’s best friend, Ned Leeds.” He stated happily as everyone clapped loudly.

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Madison cheered, giving him a hug as well as Harrison grinned at his two friends. “Wow so many good things are happening for everyone.” Natalie smiled warmly at the group of people surrounding her.

“It gets better though.” Tom chimed in, catching everyone’s attention once more. “I was told I could have an assistant.” He suggestively spoke, his eyes training over towards Harrison whose eyes widened in shock.

“Wait- Are you?” He stammered as Tom nodded his head, seeing Harrison’s face light up. He quickly turned to Natalie, wanting her opinion as she smiled warmly at him. “It’s a great opportunity Haz, take it.” She encouraged him as he pulled her in for a tight hug, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you so much.” He murmured as she whispered it back.

He broke away eventually, turning to face his friend as he held his hand out. “You got yourself an assistant mate.” He grinned as Tom shook his hand excitedly, an ecstatic expression on his face.

“This day just keeps getting better and better.” Madison laughed as Andrew wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s not even done yet.” You smirked, seeing her jaw drop in response. “There’s more news? Lord what have you all been up to.” She laughed as you also stood from your chair, walking next to Tom.

“Well, as you know we live in a beautiful home now, we have our two amazing boys who are busy engulfing that blueberry pie.” You paused to laugh as everyone looked over at the two of them shoveling forkfuls of the sugary substance.

You shook your head in amusement as you trained your focus back on everyone, “Tom and I were talking a while ago about something and well..” You turned to look at your husband who was already beaming with excitement. 

“Wait hold on, are you-” Madison began, eyes wide as Tom grinned happily. “We’re pregnant again!” He cheered as everyone let out gasps of surprise as you both laughed.

“No freakin’ way!” Madison shouted excitedly, rushing over to give you a tight hug as Harrison and Jacob went to hug Tom. Natalie and Andrew smiled at the group, even though they were new they could see how much they all meant to each other.

“This is insane! You’re having another little Holland.” She screeched, making you laugh as you nodded your head. “Crazy right? We decided we wanted to have one more, Tom’s really hoping it’ll be a girl.” You smiled warmly at your friend as she covered her mouth, still in shock.

You glanced behind her seeing Andrew watching from his seat, you waved him over as he smiled and walked up to the both of you. “Congratulations Y/N.” He smiled as you thanked him. 

“Who knows, maybe you two will be having your own little kids running around soon.” You wiggled your eyebrows at the two of them as they both let out laughs. “Hey now, slow down there, we’re nowhere near ready for that yet.” Madison shook her head as Andrew smirked. 

“We’re taking everything one step at a time.” He agreed, nodding his head as Madison kissed his cheek gently. “That’s good to hear, I’m truly so happy for the two of you again.” You smiled at the two of them, rubbing Madison’s shoulder before breaking off to go over to Tom.

“So you’re going to have three little ones running around soon huh?” Harrison grinned as you walked up to Tom, wrapping your arm around his bicep. “Yup, and I can’t wait.” He chuckled as you leaned your head against his arm.

“Well, I can already tell that they’re going to grow up in a wonderful and loving family.” Natalie chimed in making your heart warm at her words. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say.” You replied happily as Harrison wrapped an arm around her waist.

“If there’s anyone who’s fit for parenthood it’s you two.” Harrison agreed, making Tom smile. “Thanks mate, that means a lot.” He nodded his head at his friend as Jacob smiled. “Today really has been full of surprises huh?” He chuckled, making everyone laugh.

“It really has.” Harrison agreed, chuckling as Madison and Andrew walked up to them, glasses of champagne being handed out. “Not for you though, you get some lovely apple cider.” She teased, making you laugh.

Once everyone had a glass she raised hers into the air.

“I wanted to start this speech off by saying thank you for inviting us all here today, it means a lot that you would want to share all of this with us.” She began, looking around at everyone. 

“That being said, here’s to friendship, family members who couldn’t be here with us today but are in spirit; along with family members we haven’t met yet, and new opportunities.” She smiled as she spoke as everyone listened quietly.

“We have all grown so much over the past years and I can’t wait for more amazing things to happen for all of us. I love you all.” She sniffled, getting slightly emotional as everyone smiled. She let out a quiet laugh, raising her glass out to everyone.

“Cheers to that!” Tom shouted as everyone cheered along with him, glasses clinking together as everyone took a sip.

After that Jacob decided to turn some music on, grooving around to the tunes as Madison and Andrew joined him, Harrison and Natalie joining as well. Whilst Mason and Henry were busy playing around in the yard as you turned to look at Tom.

He tilted his head down to look at you, his warm brown eyes scanning over your face as you made a funny face at him. He couldn’t help but laugh before pressing a soft loving kiss to your lips. 

The kiss was short and sweet, but you could feel every ounce of love he put into it, something you’d cherish forever.

You both glanced around the backyard, looking at all the people that meant the world to you, content smiles on both of your faces as you held each other's hands. Tom’s thumb rubbing over yours as a smirk made its way onto his lips as he dragged you out to the dance floor. 

You let out a laugh as he pulled you close to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as yours comfortably hung around his neck, your bodies swaying together. Laughter soon filled the air as everyone danced, having a blast together.

It was as if the skies cleared and the sun finally shone down on everyone.

Tom smiled down at you as you caressed his cheek lovingly.

“This is it huh?” You hummed, watching as he let out a chuckle. “Seems that way, things are only going to go up from here.” He replied happily, making you smile. 

“As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.” You murmured, his heart racing at your words as if it was the first time he heard them. “You complete me Y/N, forever and always.” He softly spoke, before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

You eventually broke apart, your heart thumping wildly in your chest as he held you close, his eyes pouring into yours as you melted in his touch. You caressed his cheek once more, pulling him back in for a soft kiss.

“Forever and always.”

The End. 

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[that-house]

Viego Rant (villainy and character design and tragedy and all that jazz)

Introduction The more I think about Viego, League of Legends’ newest character, the more enamored I am with him as a villain (unrelated to his general sexiness, though that does tie in with what makes him such a good villain).

I’ve seen a lot of complaints about his design. The Ruined King, one of the greatest threats in Runeterra, the progenitor of the Shadow Isles, the lord of the undead, is finally released as a playable champion and he looks like this:

People were expecting another Mordekaiser (who is similarly an undead king with a ghost army), a lich-tyrant clad in iron, decayed flesh peeling from an aged face. What we got was an angsty anime prettyboy, and it was infinitely better than the alternatives. 

Lore Viego isn’t a conquering king. While his combat abilities are indeed badass, his personality is far from it. He’s a whiny brat and that’s incredible. He isn’t bent on world domination. His character arc revolves around just how human, how fallible he really is. For those unfamiliar with his lore, I’ll paraphrase it here:

Viego was the second son of a great king. Overshadowed by his brother and with no expectations upon him and near-limitless wealth, he wandered around being an idiot fuckboy for the vast majority of his formative years. Disaster struck when his brother died in an accident, and Viego took the throne with no training, no experience, and no desire to be king. He was a shitty king. The worst king. Just all-around apathetic. Gave zero shits. Can you blame him? It’s a lot of responsibility to be thrust upon someone who isn’t much more than a child, and with no preparation. He didn’t care about anything, that is, until he met Isolde. She was a poor seamstress, but he fell in love with her upon their first meeting. Together they ruled the country but it was really just them staring longingly into each others’ eyes. His allies were kinda fucking pissed about that, and one day an assassin came from Viego. The assassin fucked up and stabbed Isolde instead, and the poison on the blade made her fall gravely ill. As she lay in her bed, slowly dying, Viego went mad seeking a cure. He ravaged the land seeking any knowledge that might help, pouring all of his money into finding an antidote. He failed. As a last resort, he brought Isolde’s body to the Blessed Isles, a place rumored to be able to resurrect the dead. It worked, to an extent. Isolde’s wraith, confused, afraid, and angry at being ripped from the peace of death, unthinkingly stabbed Viego in the chest with his own magic sword, creating basically a magic nuke that turned the Blessed Isles into the domain of the undead. Viego resurrected as the king of the Shadow Isles some time later, having totally forgotten that Isolde killed him. He controls a big-ass ghost army, could probably beat up any living thing in a fight, and has evil ghost magic. Now this stupid simp wants his wife back and if he has to kill every living thing on Runeterra, well, anything for his queen. He’s even a tier 3 sub to her Twitch.

Music His musical theme isn’t some heavy metal anthem or intense cinematic piece (unlike the Pentakill song named after his sword, Blade of the Ruined King). It’s mostly sad and slow, almost sinister, with a piano and a music box. It has its loud moments featuring violins and choral bits like any villainous music, but the song is mostly subtle. It is a banger though.

In the comments section of this video, someone pointed out that the music reflects his story from beginning to end:

Everything about this champion is so well done. Riot Games really outdid themselves on this one. Bravo, encore please.

Motivation While the Mordekaiser circlejerkers on r/LeagueofLegends won’t shut the fuck up about how powerful Mordekaiser is, Viego is the better villain. Mordekaiser may be a bigger threat to all life on Runeterra, but Viego is a better character. (There’s a guy on my League discord server who won’t shut up about Mordekaiser so forgive me for being pissed at Morde stans).

Mordekaiser is motivated by a desire for control, to rule the world. Viego is motivated by obsession and misplaced love. There aren’t a lot of Mordekaisers on Earth. Supervillains are rare in real life. But Viego’s motivations are a lot closer to home. People in positions of power that they don’t deserve can do a lot of harm (for example: Trump).

He’s a grieving husband who was never prepared to deal with anything more difficult than choosing what wine to drink with dinner, who is trying to get his wife back because the world had always complied to his every whim. He’s a funky mix between a truly hopeless romantic and a spoiled brat throwing a temper tantrum.

Obsession is scary. It’s a real-world emotional state that’s been the cause of a lot of murders over mankind’s history. In contrast, Mordekaiser’s cartoonish Genghis Khan XXL schtick isn’t something that we encounter often. Of course a superpowered ultradictator would be worse for the world, but if you give ultimate power to a random person, you’re more likely to get someone like Tighten from Megamind. Or, more relevantly, Viego.

Design His design is sexy and stupid, just like him. He wears an open shirt into battle and wields his sword like an idiot (I’ve seen all the rants about how that’s not how that sword is meant to be used) because he was never really a warrior. Even at his most violent, right before the end of his mortal life, he didn’t do much combat himself, leaving his military endeavors to his underlings. Even now that he’s essentially a god, he still has a colossal wraith army that causes far more devastation than he ever could personally.

Despite his slim build (by League of Legends standards), he easily wields his colossal sword because of the strength of his state of undeath. Like his political power when he was alive, his posthumous magical and physical powers were never something he sought out, they were just given to him by circumstance.

The big cool-ass triangle hole in his chest where Isolde stabbed him is the source of the Black Mist, which is evil ghost mist that ebbs and flows from the Shadow Isles, bringing with it hordes of the undead. The sadder Viego is, the more Mist he creates. Poetically, his invasion of the world is inspired by his sorrow at his wife’s death and enabled by his wife’s reluctance to return to him. His story is perfectly reflected by his design.

Isolde Isolde’s spirit took up residence inside a young Senna (who’s another League champion, not particularly important here). This led to some Black Mist-related shenanigans and at least for the time being, Senna uses Isolde’s power to fight off the servants of Viego which threaten all life on Runeterra.

It seems pretty clear that whatever love Isolde felt for Viego is gone by now. Whether or not she ever loved him or was just unable to say no to the king is up for debate, but I’d like to believe there was something there. In my opinion, Viego’s story hits harder if they really were a great couple at first, torn apart by circumstance and obsession.

Much like the Maiden of the Woods in that one comic that circulates around here, to whom the knight gave his heart and she was like “yo what the fuck i literally never asked you to do this,” Viego went a little too far in trying to save her. They may have once been happy, but the Ruined King ruined his own life, too.

Unless Isolde is a lot less morally decent than we’ve been led to believe, I doubt she can forgive all the massacring that her husband’s been doing lately. In the recent cinematic, she was shown to be pretty anti-Viego. Maybe she’ll get a bastardization arc, but it certainly seems unlikely.

All of Season 2021 is based around Viego, Isolde, and the Shadow Isles, so we’ll just have to see what comes next. It’s possible that we’ll get Isolde as a playable champion, which should clear a lot of things up.

Final Thoughts Unlike so many villains, he’s not fueled by rage or hatred, but rather by sorrow. He’s stuck in his past, unable to move on. He regrets the actions of his life but is set on his course now. The sunk-cost fallacy comes into play here; he’s put so much time and effort and blood into bringing back Isolde, that turning away from it would feel to him like an insult, not only to her but to the innocent lives he’s taken in her name.

His tale is a tragedy, a love story gone horrifically wrong. Viego has suffered throughout his thousand-year life. Despite this, he’s undoubtedly the villain. His permanent death would be a net positive for the world. In has rage and grief he’s destroyed multiple civilizations, and will burn down the world to get Isolde back.

His heart may be in the wrong place, but it’s in a very human place. I don’t think he’ll get the ending he’s looking for, but I hope he finds some closure in the end.

[buckyownsmylife]

Without me - Chapter 1

The one where Bucky Barnes is the infamous artistic fuckboy, breaking hearts all over campus until one day, fucking random girls isn’t enough anymore.

Bucky Barnes has been making a name for himself long before the new girl started uni and became roommates with his friend Natasha. He’s sure of himself and he knows what he wants so there’s no doubt in his mind that once he makes a move, she’ll give in to him. It just so happens that she’s not the type to sleep with people she doesn’t know, and since he’s not looking for a relationship, where does that leave them?

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You okay?” I turned around to meet Natasha’s eyes. She was frowning, clearly worried about me, but I gave her a smile in hopes to ease her worries. There was nothing wrong with me, even though nothing felt really right in this situation.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me! Go have fun with your friends, I’ll be alright!” My new roommate rolled her eyes, coming closer to me and offering one of the drinks she was holding.

“I’m not worried, but I’m definitely not leaving you alone after I was the one who convinced you to come to this party in the first place. Now drink, it will help to relax you.” I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t start explaining about how alcohol usually tended to make me more anxious, opting to take a little sip of the beer she had so kindly procured for me. If I drank it slowly enough, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Besides, it was still too early to let her know every little thing about me.

We sipped our drinks silently for a while, people-watching. She was probably looking for someone she knew, while I was trying to get a feel of the environment. Being the new kid wasn’t always all that fun.

“Wanda!” Nat suddenly shouted over the music, startling me. After sending me a sorry look, while I simply chuckled, she opened her arms to hug the girl who approached us excitedly. “Y/N, this is my best friend, Wanda! Wan, this is my new roommate, the one I’ve told you about.”

Wanda smiled sweetly at me, giving me a quick hug which I reciprocated as best as I could while trying to balance the drink in my hand. “You’re so pretty! Nat told me all about you, I’m so happy we’re finally getting the chance to meet you!” That made me raise an eyebrow.

“We?” Before she could even answer me, our little group was being cornered by what looked like a battalion of boys, but were actually only three. They just happened to be the most well-built guys I’d ever seen in my life. Wanda giggled at my surprised look, but Nat only rolled her eyes, carefully wrapping her arm around my shoulders so she could protect me from the newcomers.

“Listen up, you vultures. This is the roommate I’ve been telling you about. She’s new here and I don’t want any of you hitting on her tonight, okay? Let her become accustomed to you, first. Next party, you have my blessing to try your luck. Not to say I won’t warn her about you in advance.” My eyes grew wide at her words, and I couldn’t help but to laugh loudly, which in turn made most of the guys chuckle, too. “That goes especially to you, James.”

I turned to look at the man my friend was scolding, and was surprised to find one of the most attractive guys I’d ever seen looking back at me with a curious glint in his eyes. However, true to the warning my friend had emitted, he simply smirked at me, bowing jokingly before answering, “Yes, ma’am.” and just like that, he was gone.

“Seriously,” she called out my attention. “Stay away from him. Steve and Sam are nice guys, even though they’re still guys.”

“Hey!” Both men complained, which only made me laugh harder.

“Seriously. Just stay away from Bucky and you’ll be fine.” I frowned, completely confused.

“Bucky?” I asked, but she was already leaving with Wanda to freshen their drinks. Fortunately, the blond man she had introduced me to chuckled lightly and approached me so we could talk without him having to shout over the music.

“He’s the one that left. Natasha can be a bit of a drama queen, but I have to say that as far as Bucky’s concerned, you should probably try to stay away from him during parties.” Frowning, I looked up at him with even more curiosity.

“No, I gathered who Bucky was, my concern is over who the hell gives their kid that sort of name.” Steve’s eyes grew twice their size before he was throwing his head back in laughter, one of his hands coming up to hold his chest. He looked adorable as he did that, and I even saw some girls checking him out while he was too out of it to notice, but when he managed to calm himself down, all of his attention remained solely on me.

“His full name is James Buchanan Barnes. Like the president. Bucky is his nickname, he got it in preschool. I should know, I was there.” That came accompanied with a boyish wink that actually managed to make me giggle before I followed his lead and took another sip from my beer.

“You've been friends with him since preschool and you’re trying to warn me off? What a friend,” I joked, but he just shrugged.

“Well, I’m his friend, not a liar. Besides, you seem like a sweet girl. I’d hate to see what’d happen to you if you fell for Buck.” His words made me raise my eyebrows, but I didn’t know what to say. So I distracted myself with my drink again before deciding to cut the awkwardness with another joke.

“Still don’t know what kind of a person names their kid after President Buchanan,” I mumbled while finishing off my beer, making Steve laugh out loud again.

“You’re funny. Damn, Bucky’s going to like you.” He said it in such a way, it made it seem like it was over for me. I’d inevitably fall in the hands of Bucky, regardless of anything Steve himself could possibly say to warn me off.

But the strangest part was that he didn’t make it seem like Bucky had this sort of superpower that’d turn my feelings for him irrelevant when faced with his desire for me. He actually said it in a way that sounded certain of the fact that I would inevitably fall for the guy, the second it became clear that he wanted me.

“... He must really be a charmer,” was all I could think to say. By the way Steve scoffed next to me, it was clear I’d hit bull’s eye.

“Now that’s the understatement of the century.” I thought back to the handsome young man I’d briefly encountered just a few minutes before, fascinated with this view that those who knew him best seemed to have of him. Sure, he really was attractive, but there had to be something else that made him stand out amongst the dozens of cute guys in this party - Steve included.

I wouldn’t be able to figure it out by myself, but I just might learn from observation.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

It didn’t take too long after I came back to bed from the bathroom for what’s-her-name to fall asleep, leaving me free to make my escape anytime now. God, what was her name? Well, guess that’s irrelevant now.

As I was walking back to my own apartment, that feeling made its way into my chest again. Fuck no. I thought it was just a fluke, a side effect from a bad pot high. That was what I was hoping for, at least.

But apparently, I had no such luck. It really was a part of me now, something I’d have to learn how to deal with. Something that apparently would come hand in hand with my hobby of fucking random girls nightly.

What was this feeling, anyway? This cold, empty grip over my heart that was taking over my body when I left someone’s room? Could it be that I was starting to grow regretful of my actions?

Nah, I can’t see why. It still made perfect sense to me: I didn’t lead anyone on, I didn’t lie or manipulate any girl to fall into bed with me. This was not guilt. My conscience didn’t lay heavy for what I did and I didn’t feel like stopping my activities.

Instead, it just felt like they were… useless. Like despite the fact that I got to cum, not much difference could be drawn between what I usually did and simply laying in bed and jerking one off.

Fuck, it was cold. Perhaps it was seasonal depression or whatever. I really was due for a mental check any time soon, I’d promised myself long ago I’d take better care of my psychological health. Guess this was a sign to get on with it.

After a quick shower, I found myself in bed, still thinking about this feeling and the events of tonight. Maybe I was… bored? It sure sounded like it. Even though I couldn’t really say I’d slept with every girl in college, it seemed like it sometimes. Most times, I even ended up going for the ones who I’d already spent the night with, knowing that they already wanted me.

It wasn’t really all that thrilling anymore.

Perhaps that was the problem. Maybe it was time to go for someone I wouldn’t usually go for, someone who didn’t seem like my type at all. Maybe it was time to chase someone again. Maybe even go out on actual dates - although I had no idea where I would find someone who wouldn’t bore the hell out of me after five minutes of conversation.

I could confess that I’d slept with women only to get rid of the lousy-ass conversation they were trying to keep in the middle of a party. At least when they had my dick between their lips, they couldn’t speak. And when it was deep inside their pussy, all I got to hear were moans. And that’s a sound I didn’t particularly mind.

Out of nowhere, my mind drifted to the girl I’d met in the beginning of the night. Y/N, wasn’t it? If Nat had brought her to the party, it meant she liked her - and Nat wasn’t an easy person to please.

Perhaps I should give her a try. If anything, at least the possibility of pissing Natasha off added some sort of thrill to this chase. And considering what I’ve gathered of her upon that first meeting… it didn’t seem like there would be much of one at all.