#but he's actually pretty sweet for a fuckboy

[imaginary-wanderer]

I know Halsin was supposed to be an NPC, but they really made his romance storyline the hardest to achieve. All the other characters almost jump on you for being a basic person for a bunch of days, but Halsin? You have to work to get him and I read you can even lose him just by changing location at some advance point of the game.

For this second playthrough, I hesitated between romancing him again or going for Gale... but since Gale won't share (and Halsin is more than happy to lol), I went for the bear once again. Sorry Gale, but you have a very good Tiefling friend.

[free-range-tiddies]

You guys wanna join the Mason Gooding train with me?

[buckyalpine]

Imagine jealous!sharon want to get you out of the way so she can be with Bucky…

She hurts you (even it’s like a bruise) and Bucky begins to be so protective of you 🥺🥵

ABSOLUTELY.

I'm imaging this with a soft sweet reader and fuckboi Bucky. Hear me out, okay.

He's not looking for a relationship at all, finally feeling a sense of freedom after getting a bit of himself back. He's so flirty with everyone, so charming, he knows he can get whoever he wants.

He fucks.

A lot.

Sharon eats it up, loving the smirks he gives her, his playful baby blue eyes always sparkling. She loves the naughty way he bites his lip and don't even get her started on how gorgeous he is when he works out shirtless. His Brooklyn accent comes out when he calls her darlin' and it makes her weak in the knees.

There's just one issue.

The looks he gives Sharon aren't special. She's not the only one he calls darlin', even the old lady at the coffee shop shares the same pet name. Bucky can't help the little smirks he tosses around to others, flirty compliments naturally falling from his lips. He's a bit of a heart breaker but it's who he is.

That's just Bucky.

That's Bucky with everyone else.

Then there's Bucky with you.

The quite lab assistant who worked at the compound.

He didn't have it in him to playfully flirt with you when you asked about his day. He actually liked talking to you, finding any excuse under the sun to keep the conversation going, poking at the little nick knacks you have on your desk so he doesn't have to leave so quickly.

Sharon hates the way he looks at you. Whenever he's around you, he looks at you with puppy eyes as if he's wondering how someone so sweet could possibly exist. She catches onto the way he's not the same with you as he is with others. He's called everyone in passing darlin' with a drawl of his voice but you're his doll. He's never used that with anyone else. That's reserved just for you.

She can't stand it.

At first she tries to pick you apart in subtle ways' maybe you'd finally realize you had no business talking to someone like Bucky.

"You're so pretty even though you wear glasses"

"Don't worry, that dress would still look good on your body type, its meant to suit everyone"

"I wish I was as brave as you to wear that! I'd love to have that much confidence but I could never"

She smiled sweetly while you pulled your lab coat closer together, clutching it tightly in your hand. Your heart sank to your stomach. You'd worn one of your favorite dresses, one many others had always said you looked perfect in but some how Sharon made you doubt that, despite her sugary smile.

Then she took it a step further to make sure you were more isolated, insisting you'd be uninterested in plans when the team wanted to go out. Purposely giving you extra work when they had drinks together. Anything to keep you sad and holed away in your lab while she kept Bucky all to herself.

She'd do anything to get rid of you.

She was almost certain everything was going accordingly to plan, inching closer and closer to Bucky during a movie night until she was pressed against him, sharing his blanket. Not that Bucky noticed since he was more distracted over the fact that Sam was also squished against him on the other side of the small couch. Sam was also buried under the now too hot blanket, his deep snores irrupting the movie having fell asleep on Bucky's shoulder.

"Damn bird brain" Bucky huffed, ignoring the fact that he pushed Sharon off while reluctantly adjusting himself so Sam's head wouldn't slip, shaking his head when Sam grumbled, trying to snuggle into Bucky more.

"Bet you wish that was y/n, huh" Tony wiggled his eyebrows and much to Sharon's distain, Bucky blushed. Not did he deny it.

It didn't matter though. She'd find a way to get Bucky's attention, it wasn't like you were real competition anyways. She figured you'd have the sense to like someone better suited for you, someone in your league, definitely not the very handsome Sergeant.

That was until she found out you had a crush on the super soldier yourself. You'd let it slip out during a conversation with Nat, not realizing there was someone near the lab. Sharon didn't think you actually had a chance with Bucky but it didn't matter.

At this point she didn't care about what it took.

She was sick of the way Bucky was soft over you.

So she took a more direct approach.

"Y'know, I heard someone has a little crush on a certain super soldier" Sharon smirked, wandering to your table, tinkering with one of your tools while you looked at her like a deer caught in head lights.

How did she know?!"

"I-I don't-

"Oh please y/n, everyone knows" the blonde rolled her eyes at your gaping mouth before continuing, "I just thought I should let you know that he's not interested"

You felt like you had been punched in the stomach, the hurt expression on your face made her satisfied,.

"Oh" Was all you mustered out, embarrassed beyond belief while she shrugged. You blinked back tears while Sharon squeezed your shoulder out of faux concern, handing you a tissue.

"I'm so sorry, honestly I just thought you should know because he likes me. And I like him. So it would be best for you to move on, because were seeing each other" It didn't matter if it was a lie because she intended on making it real soon enough.

From that day, you avoided everyone in the compound like the plague, throwing yourself into work, feeling ridiculous for having even thought of Bucky that way. Of course he'd never go for someone like you, you should've known that from the start.

Sharon's plan was short lived after she overheard Bucky worriedly asking Tony about where you'd been all week since he hadn't seen you. After some endless teasing, Tony reassured him you were fine and just busy with lab work, not knowing the true reason as to why you'd overloaded yourself.

Sharon despised the pink that decorated Bucky's cheeks whenever someone said your name.

She hated that she'd seen him walking by the lab hallway in search of you.

She'd do anything to end all of this.

Including hurt you.

-

You made your way down to the gym hoping to sweat some of your unrequited feelings away, putting on your headphones before hopping on the treadmill. Sharon walked in moments later, blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her toned body on full display in nothing but a sports bra and some tiny shorts.

You felt even worse.

You tried to stay hidden, deciding 15 minutes would be enough, though your escape was cut short with Sharon caught your arm just as you were about to leave.

"How about we spar for a bit" She smiled sweetly, giggling at your confused expression. You'd never sparred in your life, in fact this was probably the third time you'd even used the gym the entire time you'd lived at the compound.

"Sharon, I-I don't think that's a good idea, I've never-

She cut you off, dragging you to the mat, practically shoving you to the middle with more force than necessary.

"It's fine! I mean, it's good for you to learn since you work here n'all C'mon, I'll help you and show you what to do" Before you could say anything, Sharon had flipped you onto the mat, twisting your arm behind your back without warning. You gasped in pain as she gripped harder, pulling further up your back until she heard your joints crack.

"Let-let go" You winced out, confused over what part of sparring this was, your body hitting the floor when she released her grip.

"Ops" Sharon pouted with faux innocence, taking a long sip from her water while you hissed in pain, seeing the formation of a bruise already forming on your arm.

"SHARON"

Sharon squeaked in surprised at the loud voice that boomed through the gym, bouncing off the walls. Her eyes shot up to see a very angry super solder making his way over to the mat, eyes darkening as they landed to your injured form on the ground.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"Bucky, we were just-

"Don't" Bucky growled through gritted teeth, rushing over to your side, and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Angel, are you okay?" He cupped your cheek, helping you to your feet and taking your hand in his, examining it with the utmost care. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"M'all right" You nodded, your face heating up under his gaze, still a little shaken, your body trembling.

"How the fuck could you hurt her" Bucky spat, his metal hand clenched to his side, itching to punch Sharon in the jaw, having seen what she had just done but he didn't want to deal with the mess that would come afterwards. "The hell did you do that for"

"Excuse me? I was just showing her how to-"

Bucky's jaw clenched, instantly shutting her up. He refused to let go of you, keeping you firmly tucked into his side, growing unbelievably protective over you.

"Fine, go ahead, I'm sure she's different from all your other little side pieces" Sharon scoffed, smirking at the way your face fell. Bucky felt like he'd been hit in the chest; you were far more than any of his hook ups and he'd never considered treating you that way.

"You. Don't. Touch. Her" He glared her at before walking off with you. After the incident, Bucky insisted you go to the doctors to get checked over, waiting outside of the room like a kicked puppy. He couldn't help but feel guilty that all this had happened because of him. He also wondered that you thought.

Did you think he'd just use you for one night?

He would never.

He knew he wasn't into dating. He gave up on the dream of getting married, having kids, all that years ago. But that was before he met you. Ever since you'd thrown him a shy smile along with the softest hello Sergeant Barnes, Bucky had been a goner.

If his feelings were was bad before, it was even worse now.

You were told to ice your arm for the pain and swelling. Bucky had swept you away right to the kitchen, despite you telling him you'd be fine, plopping you onto the kitchen island wrapping an ice pack in a towel. He held it to your arm, frowning at the way you refused to look at him, your face downcast to the floor.

"Doll?" Bucky wrapped his arms around you for a comforting hug, wondering if the altercating with Sharon was still upsetting you, "Are you okay sweets? I missed you, haven't seen you in ages"

"I-I'm fine, I'm sorry" You pulled away from his arms, remembering Sharon's words from earlier, instantly missing the warmth of his body. "I know you don't feel the same way Bucky" You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

Bucky blinked in confusion, having no idea what you were talking about. What did he not feel the same way over.

"What do you mean y/n"

"I mean I like you-but I know you don't like me that way so I kept myself busy so I wouldn't bother you because Sharon said-

"Wait, slow down, what did Sharon say"

You sighed before recounting all the things that had lead to this moment, Sharon insulting you, then telling you to back off, to straight up fighting you.

"Oh doll" Bucky shook his head, feeling worse over what had happened but over the moon over your confessed feelings, "She's right you know," He teased at the pout that made it's way to your lips before playfully pecking them, catching you by surprise.

"I don't do relationships. Certainly never had before. That was before I met the sweetest thing in the world and she's had my heart since" Bucky whispered, his hands, one warm, one cool cupping your cheeks, "She has me dreamin' of sayin' I do and that white picket fence, a ring on her finger, a pretty little baby bump with flowers on the window sill. Maybe a baby boy n' a baby girl. Maybe even a cat. She's the cutest little lab assistance and I'd love for her to be my girl, sweets"

Bucky held your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing over your warm cheeks while you grew bashfully shy, burying your face into his chest instead, making him chuckle.

"I didn't think you were the relationship type" You shrugged, toying with his dog tags, "I'm not you're darlin' Bucky"

"That's cause you're my doll" Bucky tilted your face up making you look up at him, his lips pressing the softest kiss to your nose and then your lips. "My one and only doll"

[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.

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake. 

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ fuckboy!mingi x party girl!reader (feat. best friends/roomates!woosan)

synopsis ✭ you like to party but that doesn’t mean you’re always down to fuck, so, when notorious fuck boy song mingi takes an interest in you, you’re certainly wary of him. but something about his insistence and willingness to go the extra mile is incredibly attractive. when they see you start to play into him, though, your best friends wooyoung and san do everything in their power to keep you away from him. so mingi has no choice but to fly under their radar.

content/genre ✭ smut MDNI 18+, fwb/situationship to ???, undefined relationship, secret relationship

word count ✭ 5.3k

warnings ✭ alcohol consumption (not during/before sex), protected sex, slight dirty talk, fingering, sex is pretty vanilla

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CHAPTER 1: SWEET TALKER

The scene was very familiar to you. A packed bar on a Friday night. A skimpy outfit that made you feel good. Loud music that shook through your body, lyrics drowned out by the heavy bass and mass of people. All of that on top of a drink in your hand paid for by a guy you knew full well you were not going home with. It was the recipe for a perfect night.

You certainly weren’t a stranger to a good party. And this one wasn’t any different from the others. The drink in your hand was free, paid for by the pretty stranger you were talking to. His name completely slipped your mind, but you didn’t really need to remember it because, moments after catching your eyes from across the bar, your friend slipped his arm over your shoulder.

When you looked up at him in mock surprise, he kissed your forehead. He turned to look at the guy you were talking to, one who was mildly surprised to find out you had a boyfriend.

Despite his surprise, though, he piped up anyway, “Can I help you? We were kinda talking here.”

Wooyoung shook his head and laughed, “I don’t really appreciate guys buying drinks for my girl and trying to hook up with her.”

“But–”

“We’ll be on our way actually,” Wooyoung cut off the nameless man, leading you away with his arm still around your shoulder. 

It wasn’t until the two of you made it to the tall table where your friend San was standing that he dropped his arm from your shoulder.

Immediately, though, Wooyoung glared at you, “Was the drink worth it?”

“Honestly, not really,” you laughed, “His taste kinda sucked.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. You playfully nudged his arm with your elbow, “You’re just mad you can’t anyone to pay for your alcohol that isn’t San.”

“I only pay because he never stops whining,” he glared at your friend. “And it’s not like I’m gonna drink tonight either,” he said, taking a sip of the Coke in his hand.

“You don’t have to be the designated driver every weekend, San,” you told him, “Wooyoung knows how to drive, too.”

Wooyoung scoffed, “You bitch. You know how to drive. Why don’t you ever offer?”

“Because you are a gentleman, and you would never make me drive you home after a long night.”

“That’s some bullshit logic.”

You shrugged, “It works on San.”

“You know I don’t mind,” San chimed in, trying to break up this completely unnecessary argument.

You knew, but pushing Wooyoung’s buttons was always fun, especially when he was tipsy. Turning away from the table, scanning the bar. It was relatively early, only around ten, but the bar was packed with mostly students from your university. They hung around the bar and danced on the floor. It was a typical Friday night for a lot of students at your university. Since the bar was only half a mile from campus, you’d be hard-pressed to find a body in here who didn’t attend your school or know someone who did. Despite that, most of these people you had never seen before in your life. 

Song Mingi was not one of those people. 

Personally, you had only ever interacted with him in passing. Mostly with his friends. When they bought you a drink hoping you’d come back to their place. The majority of them had failed (in fact, only one of them had ever succeeded). But you knew his name at least, and you were pretty confident he knew yours.

He had never really tried. Probably because you had a reputation for rejections. Most guys, fortunately for your wallet, saw this as a challenge, and you were never gonna turn down free stuff.

From where he stood across the bar you could tell he was staring at you. Even with his stupid sunglasses on. He was staring at you with complete disregard for the fact that there was already a girl on his arm. You saw his eyebrows raise above the glasses as if he was greeting you without tipping off the girl with him. You rolled your eyes a looked back over at San who was sliding around the table to your side. 

“He’s been watching you all night.”

“Really?” you titled your head, minorly intrigued. Maybe “minorly” was a lie because you could hardly ignore the butterflies in your stomach at knowing that fact.

“Y/n…”

You side-eyed him, “What?” 

You knew “what.” Of course, you did. That much was obvious from the girl on his arm who he was pretending to pay attention to. Mingi went through girls like they were busy work. Checking them off like boxes and moving on to the next. As far as you know, he hadn’t had a girlfriend in your four years of attending the university, and you weren’t delusional enough to believe that the attention he was giving you was anything special.

As much as you despised a fuckboy, though, you would be a fool to deny that Song Mingi was the epitome of your type. Tall, dark hair, great style. Dressed in all black and adorned with carefully chosen silver jewelry. Sometimes you wondered why all the hottest guys you knew were the ones who were almost certainly never going to settle down. San would be the one to tell you to reassess your type, but listening to San was something you didn’t do very often (even though he was always right).

“I know you, and you do not want to mess around with him.”

“Correction, I don’t want to date him. I would very much like to mess around with him.”

San looked at you disapprovingly, “You and I both know that you don’t go home with guys because you know you’ll catch feelings for a one-night-stand. Tell me how the fuck you’re going to mess around with him and keep it purely casual.”

He was right, as per usual. You weren’t really the type to be able to separate romantic feelings from your sex life. God, you had surely tried, but each attempt had ended in disastrous heartbreak. And you had no reason to believe that this would be any different.

“One drink couldn’t hurt.” You were desperately trying to reason with him. Well, you were more trying to reason with yourself, but San was there to be of assistance.

“Ask him why the fuck he’s wearing sunglasses inside at night,” Wooyoung chimed in from behind you.

“Stop encouraging her.”

“Ok, dad,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes and took a sip of the Coke San had left on the table.

“It’s fine, Sannie, I’m not gonna fuck him. I’ll just talk to him, and maybe dance with him. That’s it. I’ll still come back here, and we’ll all go home together. Ok?”

Despite San’s major disapproval, you made your way back up to the bar. If he wanted you that bad, he’d come to you. You certainly weren’t going to make the first move here. If he wanted to get closer than just checking you out.

Inevitably, your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was Wooyoung, and he was letting you know that Mingi was making his way toward the bar. 

In order to avoid another mediocre drink, you started ordering a drink for yourself. When the bartender asked for your card at the end of your order, you started digging around in your clutch. Mingi knew your game. He knew full well, as he approached you, that that clutch held absolutely nothing of monetary value. And he was right of course, you had brought it for the sole purpose of holding your phone and a tube of lip gloss. 

“Go ahead and make two of those,” Mingi reached over your shoulder and handed the bartender his card.

You looked up at him, eyes wide, faking your surprise, “Oh! Thank you.”

“Of course, anything for a pretty girl who goes to bars without a wallet” he smiled down at you. Leaning against the bartop.

Laughing, you shrugged, “I don’t need to why pretty boys are willing to pay for my drinks.”

“So you knew I would pay before you even got up here?”

“Please, I could practically feel you staring at me all night,” that was fully a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Couldn’t help myself. You look great it black,” He gestured to the minidress you wore. It was one of your favorites, so it felt good that he seemed to like it, too.

You grabbed at the jacket he was wearing, running your thumb over the fabric, “So do you.”

The bartender slid your drinks to you, and Mingi picked both of them up. His fingers brushed your own as he handed it to you. 

The two of you chatted and flirted for the better part of an hour. The time honestly flew by. You looked over at your friends to see that some more people had gathered around their table. Great. That meant you had time. San chatting away with people meant he wasn’t ready to leave. And you wanted to dance with Mingi. So you for sure weren’t ready to leave. You looked out over the dance floor, it was still super lively. Just crowded enough for you to have fun. 

When you set your empty glass down on the bar, Mingi grabbed your hand. He nodded toward the dance floor you were looking at so longingly, “You wanna dance?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, “sure.”

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Dancing with Mingi was incredible. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that he looked so fucking good under the low lights of the bar, but holy shit. 

The rings on his hand dug into your waist where his hands were holding you against him. With your head leaned back against his chest, you could feel his breath on your neck. He groan slightly ever time you gripped his hair. It was such a subtle groan that you could only really feel it reverbrate of hiss body. 

When he turned you around in his arms, you where quick to place yours over his shoulders, pushing your chest into his. He smirked down at you with both of his hands resting on the lowest part of your back, any lower and he fully would have been groping you.

You danced with him for an indecerable amount of time. You were sweating from the amount of bodies in the room, and you can tell Mingi is too from the sheen on his forehead. 

Moving a hand from his shoulder you grabbed the sunglasses, his stupid fucking sunglasses, and lifted them up onto his head. Looking into his eyes for the first time, he winked at you. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

He pulled you closer to him, as if it were even possible. You tangled your hands in his hair as the two of you danced together. Communicating with nothing but body movements. Everything was hot, from the air in the room, to his hands on your back. You felt nothing but pure dopamine infused ecstasy. 

Most of the time, the men who bought you drinks spent their time with you bragging about themselves and telling you how good you looked in whatever outfit you had opted for that night.

It was rare that you actually had fun with them. That was usually reserved for your friends.

Maybe it was the fact that you had already decided on not going home with him, though that decision was sounding more and more unappealing as the night went on, or maybe it was because you were dancing with a man who just knew how to have fun. 

There were no thoughts in you head other than the utter giddiness you felt when his hands squeezed your waist or when his head dipped to your neck as he breathed something in your ear.

Nothing could take you out of this moment. Well maybe except your phone buzzing in your bag. You had felt it buzz around six times before you reached into your bag to see what it was. 

Of course, as you suspected it might be, it was Wooyoung. Telling you that he was tired and wanted to go home. You huffed and thought about ignoring it when you saw San approaching you.

Quickly, and without much thought at all, you reached into Mingi’s back pocket. He looked a bit taken aback by the action. When you pulled out his phone, he looked down at you, intrigued. 

“Open it,” you told him. He did what you asked, unlocking the device and handing it back to you. You were quick to type in your number with your name. Simple. No emojis. No petnames. He could change it up later if he really wanted. 

By the time San had grabbed your shoulder, you had already given him his phone back. And that was it. You let San pull you away. Left him with nothing but your phone number. Not a kiss. Not a promise to meet up. Not a “call me” with a wink. Nothing.

You left him with the hope that, if he really wanted you, he would chase you. At least just a little bit.

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Mingi had really pulled through. He had texted you that next night. It was nothing special. He told you that he had had a good time. That he thought you were beautiful, and he’d love to see you again. You texted a bit through the week, too. Casually flirting with each other. Well, it was more of him flirting, and you responding calmly. A completely false persona, because every time he mentioned anything suggestive you were a total wreck. Kicking your feet, giggling with red ears.

Even when he texted you at work.

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Working the closing shift was always such a bore. Working until the late hours of the night, cleaning up messes that you had no part in making. It was the perfect storm for a less-than-perfect evening. 

Having a friend to join you in that suffering, though, made it just a little more bearable. You had to beg your manager to keep scheduling you with San in the evenings, but it certainly paid off. The restaurant was small, so it was just the two of you at night. Left to your own devices to clean up and close down. 

Being alone with him, though, unfortunately, gave him time to lecture you.

You’d just finished mopping the floors in the back kitchen when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You smiled a little when you saw who it was.

“Oh god,” you heard San grumble from where he was next to you, also mopping the floors.

You looked up at him, “what?”

“You know what,” he rolled his eyes, “are you actually talking to that douchebag?”

You shrugged, “it’s nothing serious. It’s all just fun.”

“Yeah, it’s all just fun until you actually start catching feelings for him, and then he dumps you like he has so many other girls.”

His words stung quite a bit, but mostly because you knew there was more than a small layer of truth to them. You knew this was far from the first time that Mingi had given a girl this much attention, but you’d be fully lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t like it. His sweet words and constant pet names were something you looked forward to every day.

Which is why you looked back down at your phone despite San’s obvious disapproval.

| mingi: you work at arriba’s right?

| you: uhh…yeah? who told that? and why?

| mingi: no one told me. ive just seen you there a lot 

| mingi: and you said you were working tonight so i wanted to know if i could pick you up after your shift

| mingi: my roommate’s gone tonight. thought maybe we could watch a movie or whatever. we’ll have the place to ourselves

Holy shit. He was inviting you over. You’d only been talking to him for a week, but you were starting to wonder if texting back and forth was going to be the extent of this…thing…the two of you had going on.

| you: riiiight… watch a movie…

| mingi: we can do whatever you want baby

| mingi: i don’t give a shit about the movie. i just wanna see your pretty face

You glanced over at San, who was still vigorously mopping the floors in the kitchen. There’s no way you could have Mingi pick you up without him noticing. He was your ride home anyway. You didn’t want to lie to him either though. Which meant you’d have to face the humiliation of telling him you were going over to “watch movies” with the guy he was desperately trying to get you to avoid.

But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to see Mingi. And you’d be lying even more if you said you just wanted to watch a movie with him. You were trying so hard, though, to make him keep playing this game. To see how far he was willing to go. How much he was willing to chase you. 

You couldn’t help it, though, that every time he texted you thought back to him dancing with you at the bar. His hands on your waist and your back. His lips brushed up against your ear. The strands of his dark hair between your fingers.

Noticing your silence, Mingi messaged you again:

| mingi: please baby? i really want to see you

| mingi: i’ll even pick up some takeout on my way to get you

| mingi: and i’ll drive you home tomorrow i promise

Tommorow? Well fuck. You really weren’t sure at first if he wanted you to spend the night, but that much was clear now. Sure, you probably wouldn’t get done at Arriba’s until midnight, but you thought maybe he’d just drive you home super late. But spending the night? Well, that just added a whole new level of intrigue.

| you: fine, i get off at 12. don’t be late

| mingi: wouldnt dream of it 

San was still mildly upset at you as the night went on. Well, upset wasn’t really the word, he was more worried you were gonna get your heart broken which you assured him wouldn’t happen because there were no feelings really involved here. Hell, you hadn’t even met up outside the bar yet.

But San’s poor attitude made it significantly harder to bring up this evening’s plan.

“Hey, um,” you started, not looking at him as you wiped down the table in front of you, “I, uh, don’t need a ride home tonight.” 

You glanced up to see that he’d stopped wiping down his table. 

“Ok,” he responded, resuming his cleaning.

You cringed, that response was almost worse than a lecture, and you told him that. 

He shrugged in response, “You’re an adult. I’m not going to tell you what to do. I can strongly advise you against certain things, but I’m not going to stop you,” he met your eyes, “If he makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, though, please call me, ok?”

You nodded.

“I won’t lecture you at all. I’ll just come get you.”

"Thank you, Sannie,"

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After counting down the cash and setting the alarm, you were both ready to go for the evening. You checked your phone for the time. 12:14. Below it, of course, was a message from Mingi:

| mingi: im here

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| mingi: and ive got food

You bid your friend farewell with a hug. When you stepped out into the parking lot, you saw Mingi leaning up against the hood of his car, food in hand. San’s eyes burned into the back of your head as you made your way over to him. Actually, you had more reason to believe he was staring at Mingi rather than at you.

He pushed himself off his car when he saw you coming. He held the food out to you, grinning. 

“What’d you get?” you asked, taking the bag from him.

He shrugged, “Just some chicken. I wasn’t sure what you liked. There’s fries in there too, and I’ve got a Coke in the car if you want it.”

“Thank you.” “Not a problem, baby,” he glanced over your shoulder, “Although…is your friend gonna be alright? He won’t stop staring.”

The butterflies you got seeing him call you “baby” over text were nothing compared to the pure giddiness that came from hearing it out loud. 

Of course, though, you had to remind yourself that you were far from the only girl whom he’d called “baby” with that voice you’d come to obsess over. This wasn’t about the use of a pet name, it was about how his voice really got you going. But just maybe you did enjoy him calling you “baby.”

“Don’t worry about him. He just doesn’t like you very much.”

“Oh, how refreshing,” Mingi rolled his eyes, but his smirk didn’t go unnoticed by you.

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After pulling his car into the parking lot and leading you up four flights of stairs (apparently, the elevator has been broken for months), you arrived at the door of Mingi’s apartment. He pulled the key from his pocket, unlocking the door and pushing it open. He turned around to usher you through the door.

“Here she is,” he mumbled.

You laughed a little, “You refer to your apartment as a ‘she.’”

He shrugged and laughed a little with you, not providing any explanation at all. 

You took a glance around the apartment, other than the bedrooms, you could see the whole thing from where you stood in the doorway. It was small, but it definitely was an adequate living situation for two college students on a budget. You walked through the kitchen, setting the leftover food on his counter since you had eaten most of it on the drive here. 

When Mingi disappeared into his bedroom, you froze just a bit. He’d seemed super casual over the phone. It was obvious that he definitely wanted to have sex with you but not at all like he’d try to force it out of you. You were kind of under the impression that the ball was in your court on that one. Maybe you had misread the situation.

Despite your confusion, you made a couple of steps toward his room only to see him emerge from the room moments later with some clothes in his.

“I figured you might want to change out of your work clothes,” he says, pushing the change of clothes into your arms. It was nothing special, a black tee and some gray basketball shorts. “If you want you can use the shower too. I cleaned it yesterday, too, so you don’t have to worry about anything.” He laughed, scratching the back of his head.

You were a little thrown off by his demeanor. Maybe the flirty Mingi you had previously been interacting with had an on-and-off switch, because, right now, he was just treating you like a friend who was crashing at his place for the evening. Not at all like the Mingi who you’d been talking to all week who was desperately trying to get into your pants.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I actually wouldn’t mind taking a shower.”

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After you had finished your shower and, mostly, dried your hair, you and Mingi sat together on the couch. His arm rested behind your shoulders as he scrolled through different shows on the TV. 

Holy hell he smelt good. You couldn’t tell if it was just good hygiene or cologne or maybe even just fabric softener, but, nonetheless, you couldn’t help but breathe in and lean closer into his side. When he felt you lean closer, the arm around your shoulder pulled you in just a bit closer. You glanced up at his face which was still focused on the screen in front of you. Illuminated solely by the television screen and the faint light in the kitchen behind you. Your eyes traced his profile watching how his eyelashes fluttered and his tongue absentmindedly played with his lips. They looked soft. Really soft. 

Forcing yourself to stop looking at his lips, halting the dirty thoughts that began clouding your mind, you looked back up at his eyes which were focused on the screen ahead of you. Light from the TV reflected off the glassy surface of his eyes. He truly was beautiful. 

In all honesty, you felt yourself falling into dangerous territory here. Everything about this situation, him buying you dinner, letting you wear his clothes and use his shower, cuddling on his couch while his roommate was out of town. All of it screamed couple. Right? Why was he treating you like a girlfriend? You knew for a fact that wasn’t his angle here. Or at least you thought. God this was so frustrating. Why couldn’t you just relax and enjoy yourself in the arms of a beautiful man? This is why you never went home with guys. You would spend the entirety of your night micromanaging your thoughts and overanalyzing the situation. 

Subconsciously, in the midst of your chronic overthinking, you had pulled away from Mingi just a little, but it was enough for him to notice and look down at you.

“You good?” he asked. Setting the remote down on the couch next to him.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. Maybe I should kiss him. You thought. That would make it clear what you wanted. Give him some indication. No that’s a terrible idea. And an impulsive one, too.

He found your speechlessness endearing. He laughed softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing your jaw with his fingers and swiping his thumb softly across your cheek.

Well, fuck. You lost all restraint over yourself in that moment. 

Holding his hand against your face with your own, you leaned into him and kissed him. He hummed into the kiss, smirking slightly as his moved with your own. His lips were just as soft as you imagined. Like velvet when they passed over yours. And fuck he tasted good, you could tell he had definitely freshened up while you were in the shower. 

You sighed even further into the kiss when his hand moved down to your neck. Throwing one leg over his lap, you straddled his waist. He kissed you even harder now. Playfully biting your bottom lip. Pulling at it before kissing your chin. Then your jaw. Down your neck. All the way to your collarbone.

His hands dug into your hips much like they had when you had danced together the weekend prior. Your hands gripped his t-shirt. Failing to contain your anticipation.

“Baby,” he whispered, the depth of his voice shot straight to your core, “how far do you wanna take this?”

You whined, grateful he was defining boundaries but overwhelmed with the fact you had to tell him how you wanted it, “Please, Mingi.” You breathed out a heavy breath, “I need you.”

He smirked, his demeanor changed ever so slightly. Noted. You thought. He liked it when you begged. “Come on, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Burring your face in his neck and gripping his shirt tight, you rolled your hips. Grinding your core into him, “Mingi,” you moaned softly, “You’ll make me feel good, right?”

“Of course,” and apparently that was enough for him because, in the next moment, he pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head. Leaving your bare chest exposed to him.

He shifted you slightly. Motioning for you to lay back on the couch. You did, and he was quick to start kissing at your chest. His lips brushed over you collar bone. He kissed down your sternum and reached your belly button before coming back up to kiss your breasts.

You gripped his hair as he pulled a nipple into his mouth. Biting at it as he massaged the other one with his hand. He wasn’t wearing his rings right now, but you could only imagine how it would feel. The cold metal against your skin.

With his mouth occupied, you felt a hand slip under the waistband of your shorts and past your panties. You gasped, loudly, when he slid his finger through your folds. He hummed contently when you arched your back into him as he slid the finger into you. Adding another soon after you. 

His thumb played with your clit. Slowly. You could tell he wasn’t trying to make you cum right now. He was doing his do-diligence and prepping you. You had no doubt that he could make you cum if he wanted to or else he wouldn’t be so popular with women. You had heard stories about nights with Mingi, and everyone was always overwhelmingly positive about his skills in bed.

Your eyes rolled back slightly when he slipped a third finger into you. Mouth open in a silent moan that came out as nothing more than a little whine, you threw back your head. 

Shortly after though, he pulled his fingers out of you. He pulled off your shorts and panties together before ridding himself of his own pants and underwear too. Fuck, he was big. He smirked when he saw you looking, “You can take it. Right baby?”

You nodded breathlessly, “Mhm.”

When he hovered back over you, you gripped at his shirt. Trying to pull it over his head. He helped you out. Reaching behind his back to pull the tee over his head. You would have spent more time admiring his build but he was back to kissing you in an instant. His kisses made you so dizzy. You probably could have just kissed him for hours if you weren’t so undeniably horny. 

You were so focused on his lips that you didn’t even notice when he’d slipped on a condom. You whined when he slid his length between your folds. He held down your hips when you started to roll them. Begging for something to touch your clit that was almost throbbing for attention. 

“Don’t be so greedy, baby. I’ll take care of you.” 

And that he did. The moment he slid into you, you lost all control of yourself. Your nails dug into his back as he thrust into you. Painfully slow at first.

“Please,” you begged, “faster…” You wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

His thumb furiously rubbed at your clit as he thrust into you. Faster and deeper with every movement of his hips. You gripped at anything you could, his shoulders, his hair, his back. 

You were so undeniably lost in your own pleasure. Your mind was foggy. All you could think about was this beautiful man, furiously fucking you, grunting in your ear, and breathing on your neck. 

Even though you thought it was impossible, his thumb moved fasted on your clit. When he hit just the right angle you cried out, and he could feel you tighten around him. 

“Oh?” he asked between pants, “Right there?”

“Fuck! Yes, right there!” your head lolled to the side as you felt your orgasm approaching. Your legs shook as they wrapped around his waist, holding him close. With one final movement of his thumb, you came around him. Your walls fluttered as you reached that incredible high. “Oh god!” You cried out. 

“Shit,” he grunted, “I’m close, baby. Hold on.” With a couple more thrusts into your sensitive pussy, he came into the condom. 

He fell forward on top of you. His arms or either side of your head held him up so he wasn’t crushing you. Your chests both heaved. 

“Wow,” you said, breathlessly.

He laughed and kissed you softly, “Was it good?”

You nodded, “Great.”

When you looked into his eyes, his beautiful eyes, you momentarily forgot that you were not supposed to get your feelings wrapped up in this. Sirens rang in your head as he kissed you again, but, if he was gonna fuck you this good, you could ignore them for just a little longer.

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high school enha boys in love

genre! : fluff

pairings! : heeseung x reader, jay x reader, jake x reader, sunghoon x reader, sunoo x reader, jungwon x reader, niki x reader

warnings! : none

do not ask any questions. do not ask where ive been what ive been doing. or when am i posting again💝

LEE HEESEUNG - nerdy guy

Heeseung and his friend group are the biggest losers in the school. They're the type to play Dungeons and Dragons at school and then get bullied. Heeseung is not affected by it at all, he enjoys going to school even if he's not that good at it. Especially now that he developed a small crush on you. He didn't even try to get you, knowing well he had no chance with you. He just hoped. Until he got a chance.

The teacher set you up to a group project, and fortunately or not for you, but you guys needed to work together. You were a quiet girl at school, mid class, not popular or a loser with a decent friend group. You also had no problem working with Heeseung, you just really didn't care. You never hated or bullied him, he was just kinda there. But after working with it, it turned out beside that he is a nerd, he's quiet fun. Hee tried to keep low with his obsession for nerdy stuff, but it didn't bother you at all once you both grew closer. You got along with his friends too who were too obsessed with the tought of speaking to an actual living woman that they constantly stole you away from Heeseung. He thought he finally had the chance, turned out you just wanted to be friends.

[rest utc!]

PARK JONGSEONG - class clown

You were friends with the class clown, Jay. You were his only friend. Though everybody loved him for being funny, he didn't have any close friends besides you. He was easy to talk to, Jay got along with anybody that was forced to interact with him, until it was a woman. For the life of god he couldn't speak to women. You laughed at him for that. You were a girl and his only friend, but it was never a problem to talk with him. He liked you that's why.

All his attempts to make you laugh were weird attempts to flirt with you. It worked out every and each time, only making him to like you more. He wished you also liked him.

He bought you flowers and gifts for you birthday or for different holidays. Taking care of you when you needed him the most. It turns out he can be serious too.

SIM JAEYUN - fuckboy

He's the biggest fuck boy at the school. Everybody knows him, he's super popular with a huge (but full of fuckboys) friend group. Once he notices somebody, he tries his best to make them fall for him, and like that, he collects every girl he sets his eyes. on. You agree he is handsome, but you can't help but despise him. Even more once you see him starring at you in the hallway. You immediately slap your head, knowing well you are his next opponent. He won't give up easily.

You arrive at school to flowers neatly put on your desk and people whispering at the back of the room. And not only does he buy you multiple gifts each week, he approaches you almost every day, trying to strike up a conversation while you try your best to ignore him. You told him off many times before, he's so determined to get you. Jake is annoyed with you. He doesn't want much other than a sweet night spent together.

Jake gets more and more chances to interact with you, actually getting to know you, getting closer to you... slowly falling for you. It takes him a long time to clear his name before ending up with you.

PARK SUNGHOON - pretty boy

He skates, he's pretty and he's quiet. That is all it takes to become the girls' favorite. Sunghoon's not only popular in your class, but many older and younger girls visit him in the breaks, trying to strike up a conversation with him, but mostly he shyly shakes his head as response to the girls' questions. During physical education, many girls watch him play games, visiting him any time they have a free period. Sunghoon loves and hates the attention. It depends on who's giving it to him.

All he begs for is your attention. He secretly wishes you would also bother him in the break, talk to him and let him make you laugh. Whenever he's talking with a girl, from the corner of his eyes he checks if you're looking at him, but it's never the case.

KIM SUNOO - the favorite

Everybody loves Sunoo. He is the sunshine of the school, having multiple friends from each class, being able to talk to anyone about anything easily making him the most liked person at the school.

He's popular in every category, just not when it comes to love. He never thought he would fall for someone, especially not one of his close friends, so when it did turn out that way he didn't know how to act. It was never hard to be around you or talk to you until now. He started avoiding you, luckily he had many friends, but soon he realised none could replace you, and his feelings weren't fading.

He doesn't know how to flirt, his best attempts at trying to make you fall for him was being especially nice to you, hanging out more often, but when all of those attempts were unsuccessful he opened up about his feelings.

YANG JUNGWON - top student

Jungwon was the quiet, straight A's student. So many people had crushes on him, that he was aware about, he just couldn't care less. One thing he cared about is his rival, you. As soon as you joined the class, you also became top student of the school. He became super wary about you, he just couldn't imagine any other person being on his level. He knew he had to worry about his title as the 'Student of The Year', he began to participate in meanigless competitions, but you were there for every and each one of it.

He tried sitting close to you to make sure you are not cheating in any way, or making any suspicious moves, because for sure he'd snitch on you. But this never happened. Instead you started noticing him and teasing him about it. He was so annoyed with you, trying to be better, but even if he was you aced the next test with ease.

He became so obsessed with your life, almost knowing your whole daily routine, starting to fall for you. He noticed so many things about your behaviour that he adored so much. It made him mad, but it was hard to hide it when you teased him and he blushed. You would catch him starring and just quietly laugh at him. It was too obvious, you knew it.

NISHIMURA RIKI - annoying friend

The loud annoying kid in class somehow ended up as your friend. He forced himself at you long enough, so you let him in accepting his friendship, which turned out to be fun. He was funny, outgoing and weird. Exeptionally weird, making it even more fun to be his friend.

The more he hung out with you the more you liked him, quality time tying you together with him emotionally. He introduced you to his other friends, inviting you to hang outs whenever you were free, and because you started liking him... more than a friend you freed up your time just him. You wanted to know if he felt the same, but nothing changed even when you asked to hang out just the two of you. He acted the same.

The only reason you ended up with him was, because his friend snitched on him. Niki, no way in hell would confess to you, so they helped him. You would have nevet guessed he liked you back.

[ki-yomii]

baby, don't go | myg

➥pairing | ex!min yoongi x f!reader, mentioned f!reader x omc ➥word count | 5.1k ➥warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, squirting, hand job, finger fucking, porn w/ plot, angst w/ a happy ending, alcohol, exes to lovers, implied cheating (omc is a fuckboy), implied getting back together (reader & yoongi still low key love each other), idol!yoongi ➥summary | "hii can I request for an exes to lovers trope with yoongi 😭💖 lovee your ficss" you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you. thankfully your ex Yoongi is more than happy to distract you. ➥notes | hope you enjoy this anon 😘💚 omc & ofc are named after characters from one of my favourite k-dramas (personal taste iykyk)

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Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Standing beside you, your friend Kae-In takes a swig of whatever's in her cup - a sickly sweet concoction of fruity soju and Chilsung, most likely - and coolly surveys the backyard.

Small groups of people dot the manicured lawn, others lounging by the fire as they catch up with one another. It's been far too long since everyone's schedules aligned like this.

Years in fact, and there are several who came in from out of town.

Ordinarily you'd be over the moon, but as it were you can barely drum up enough false excitement for your best friend. Let alone others you haven't seen in forever.

Cocking her hip, Kae-In puckers her mouth. "The alcohol isn't even that good." She sighs, pretty face scrunching in disappointment. "Some party this is turning out to be."

Your hard cider, still more than half-full, hides an awkward, ill-fitting smile.

Having nursed your own drink for the last hour, whatever might've been enjoyable about it is long gone. Any refreshing coolness and bright, punchy taste replaced by amber liquid far past room temperature in your clammy palm.

In fact, the fizzy warmth and tart aftertaste of moldering apples turns your stomach with every half-hearted sip.

"At least there's cute guys here - some of them have really grown up."

Her breath ruffles the fringe of her bangs when she huffs, casting an eye to the glass bottle strangled in your grip.

"Are you sure you don't want something a little stronger?"

You shrug. "Yeah, I'm fine - gotta be the DD just in case, y'know?"

"Girl, you're ALWAYS the DD. C'mon, you gotta live a little sometimes."

The nonchalant scolding stings, even if it's meant almost entirely in jest but it's not Kae-In's fault. She doesn't know. No one does. You couldn't muster up the courage to tell her the truth.

Not yet.

It's still too fresh. The wound too raw to go poking around with clumsy fingers.

"Don't be like that," you say with a faltering smile. "I'm having fun."

LIAR.

In actuality, you're a few frayed threads away from snapping. Stuck clinging to the edge of sanity by the fingernails as you battle back tides of crippling grief and blinding rage.

Have been since the first few messages came rolling in; questions with videos attached. There's a part of you grateful they reached out, while another altogether wishes you hadn't seen.

At least not until morning.

Would one more night spent in ignorant bliss have been too much to ask for?

Now you're riding a corkscrew of emotion, one that roils and chafes as ceaseless images parade past your eyelids with every blink. Each one as crisp and clear as the first time you pressed play.

The swirling lights, the heady thrum of bodies. A darkened corner. Your boyfriend of three years who said he couldn't make it. His hand sneaking beneath the hem of a cheap, glittery skirt. The dip of his head as he tucks into the curve of a neck, mouth open and smiling against bare skin.

You shudder, stomach rebelling. When you swallow, it's like trying to down buckets of sand.

Kae-In, none the wiser, flicks her hair over her shoulder. "Well, that makes one of us. I guess." Shrugging, she turns to you and asks with a furrowed brow, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem... a little off."

Panic grabs you by the throat.

This was supposed to be a night full of fun and laughter. You're not supposed to be suffocating in a crowded backyard. On the brink of tears and trying to act like your life hasn't imploded.

Alone - by your own doing, which is even worse - to deal with the crushing weight of an inevitable breakup. The painful extrication of two lives entwined.

How a relationship three years in the making can be shattered in a minute and forty-five seconds is mind boggling. You had it all, and now...

You thought you were going to marry him.

The whiplash of it all almost makes you laugh but only so you don't break down in great, heaving sobs. A heartbreak you're not sure you'll ever recover from. Not for the loss of him but rather the decimation of your trust.

"I'm okay, promise! No need to worry."

The lie weighs heavy on your tongue. Tastes of ash as the words you really want to say hover in the back of your throat, a breath away. Only they can't make it past your lips, stuck to your teeth like hard candy.

"It's just been one of those days."

Your shoulders shoot towards your ears when she hums in response. Fingernails picking at the corner of the sweating cider label so you don't have to meet Kae-In's piercing gaze. You know she can see right through you, and you hate it.

What started as a fun night of planned mayhem turned into desperate distractions though this party has done very little in terms of brightening your mood.

Instead, watching everyone you know have a good time while you stand on the side lines, a stranger in a sea of people, feels more akin to rubbing salt in an open wound.

Miserable but acting like you’re not; waves of bitter loneliness threatening to pull you under because you don’t want to ruin the night.

“Is this because Chang-ryul couldn’t make it?” Kae-In pats your back sympathetically. “What bullshit excuse did he give you this time? I swear, he always does this. Just wait. I’m gonna hit him next time I see him.”

Oh, you don’t even know, you think. You’ll definitely want to do more than hit him.

Your heart throbs at the sound of his name, and isn’t that funny? Such a simple thing - nothing but syllables and letters strung together - and yet it has the power to unmake you completely.

Your tongue swells as you struggle to swallow. Words burn like bile as you force out a laugh; brittle, scraped up from the depths of your chest

“I’d pay to see that,” you croak. Your knuckles ache from how tightly you’re gripping the bottle. “But - no. C-Chang-ryul has nothing to do with it.”

You hate that you stutter over his name.

And perhaps that’s why you don’t want to tell Kae-In just yet.

She’s always hated him.

Always said he was no good. Just another fuckboy looking for beds to warm and hearts to break. And she’s right.

God, why does she have to be right?

You know she’d never hold it over you, but the thought of admitting it - out loud - makes you want to vomit all over your shoes. You need time to stitch your edges back together. Too raw and ragged.

You only just found out.

Your pride can’t handle any more hits right now.

She thumbs her nose with an inelegant snort. “Whatever you say. I could take him in a fight. That boy ain’t shit.”

Your laugh startles you - the first genuine one of the evening - and you shake your head fondly. A soft smile tugs at your lips.

“Oh, no doubt. But really, I’ve just been in a weird mood.”

The twist of her lips shows she doesn’t believe a word you’re saying, but she’s kind enough not to press. Instead, she spends the next while distracting you with tales of her various escapades of the week.

And it helps for a time, truly.

But then you feel a buzz against your thigh, a ding echoing up from your pocket. Your stomach turns to lead, drops to your feet. Without looking at the screen, you pull the cell out of your pocket with shaky hands and quickly flick the ringer off.

Meanwhile, Kae-In watches silently with sharp eyes, and an even sharper frown though she declines to comment on your behavior.

“Anyway,” she continues once she has your attention, “as I was saying, did you see little Ji-Seok? Dude shot up like a tree! Last time I saw him he was as big as a bean sprout.”

You hum, worlds away.

“You could at least act like you’re paying attention,” she sucks her teeth before a smirk starts to slowly tug at her lips, “How about we talk about something - or someone - I know you’ll be interested in?”

Guilt sparks but slowly gives way to dread. You know that expression. Have gotten into trouble more times than you can count because of it.

Heart tattooing a rhythm against your rib cage, you sputter, “Oh no. No! Do not look at me like that.”

“C’mo-on!” she wheedles. “You’re absolutely right. We should be talking about,” she points at someone across the yard with her cup, “Yoongi instead.”

Currently leaning back against a stone wall making up part of the fence, Yoongi nurses a beer. Sticking out like a sore thumb now that he’s making it big as an idol, no longer as mundane as the rest of them.

Hushed whispers follow his every move, his bleached hair and flashy outfit commanding all sorts of covert attention.

The sharp cut of his shirt flatters his lean frame, the black leather jacket over top emphasizing the width of his shoulders. Dark jeans cling to his legs, as tight as a second skin, and causing your attention to stray where it shouldn’t.

And his eyes - oh, how you ever forgot is beyond you.

Dark, hooded, deep, and hungry; intense as they drag over the planes of your face like the caress of his fingers.

Shit.

You shove Kae-In’s hand down with a loud smack before she makes an even bigger fool out of you in front of another ex.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss. “That’s so rude!”

Not to mention embarrassing as fuck.

“Y’know,” she pauses to wiggle her brows and shoot you an impish grin, “I bet Yoongi would be more than happy to remind you of how rude he can be.”

You smother a groan in your hands, heartache temporarily forgotten. “I can’t believe you. Seriously. We’re no longer friends.”

“Bitch, you love me. And anyway, you know what I can’t believe?” She asks. “You!”

She gestures towards him again amid your flailing attempts to stop her. “Look at him. Like goddamn, you had it good.”

You take a sip of cider to give your hands something to do, nearly blanching at the warm liquid. Refusing to respond or look up as the topic of conversation watches like a hawk, gaze heavy.

How can he still make you weak-kneed after all this time?

He wasn’t even touching you and you still feel his presence down to your toes, setting your teeth on edge.

You hear your own heartbeat, your breathing shaky, sparks of awareness dancing along your spine. Heat creeps into the apples of your cheeks.

“Knock it off, I’m serious.”

“No, when are you going to get that Chang-ryul isn’t good for you?”

You swallow roughly, all the moisture leaving your mouth.

“Yoongi was the best boyfriend you ever had and treated you the way you deserve. And you know he’s never been interested in anyone but you. Hell, he’s barely looked away from you since he got here and the break-up was years ago.”

You shift, perspiration breaking out on your brow. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

“When will you give it up?” She blows a raspberry, shaking her head. “I know you regret how it went down between you guys. Now that he’s here - when you finally have a chance to make it right you just - just - ugh!”

Shooting her a weak half-smile and a shrug, you turn your attention to the small glowing fire pit.

Other’s are gathered around it, relishing in the glow of warmth that wars against the balmy summer breeze cutting through the air. Focusing on the dance and flicker of the flames is a needed moment of peace in entropy.

Though you know it isn’t going to last - not with a motormouth for a friend.

“So-o, what are you waiting for?”

“Sorry?”

She nods towards Yoongi subtly.

He’s finally busy with his own conversation, his gummy smile a quick flash of brightness. “When are you going to stick it to Chang-ryul and hop on that dick?”

“Oh my god!”

Kae-In shrugs. “What.”

“Don’t 'what' me. Seriously?”

A bony elbow digs between your ribs. You wheeze.

“C’mon,” she says, “You already know it’s good with him, and you deserve someone who’s there for you 110%. Someone who will treat you right. You know I worry about you.”

A wave of emotions threatens to completely drown you in that moment, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Her tender concern - her care - feels altogether too much and not enough.

As overwhelming as a tsunami; your heart a raw, exposed nerve.

All you’ve ever wanted was to be loved.

To feel like someone’s first and only choice.

You used to think Chang-ryul was someone who could provide that. What a fool you’ve been. Men like him don’t fall in love, they only pretend to.

They sneak inside your heart and take what they want from your bed. To him, you’re nothing but a fun little stop; a footnote, read and forgotten.

Your heart squeezes, shuddering from a pain your palm can’t soothe away.

It’s a terrible idea.

But maybe…

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to lick your wounds with someone you know cares about you. Has always cared about you, and probably always will.

Clearing your throat, you consider his profile from beneath your lashes.

Yoongi's always made you feel wanted. Looked after you as though you were something rare and precious.

It’s been a long time since you’ve felt that.

Somehow, some way, he senses you looking because he pauses mid-sentence.

Turns to meet you head-on, tracing your face with what can only be called greed. Stopping short when they catch on the lip trapped between your teeth.

Something akin to hunger cuts across his face.

His brows dip low, a palpable heat flooding the inky depths of his eyes. Shadows deepen the lines of his face, the shifting firelight highlighting the flex of a jawline for days, burning halo gold in his hair.

It’s a look you’re intimately familiar with.

Usually preceding a hand-shaking, mind-numbing fuck session where his cock gets as deep as it can, rutting hard and fast, bringing you over the edge again and again until you’re left a wrecked mess. 

Your heart jumps, gallops headlong into a rapid beat.

You feel the rush of blood in your chest, every breath stuttered, stomach lurching. Shaking. Jittery. Tongue tied in a thousand knots and you haven’t even said a word.

It was much easier to pretend you weren’t so magnetically drawn to Yoongi when you weren’t riding the single’s train. When he was away in Seoul chasing after his dreams.

Now that he’s got downtime and your relationship has hit a brick wall? His mere presence sears you to the bone. Drags you in like a black hole.

And that?

So not good.

Swallowing roughly, you tear your attention away. You’d forgotten how intense and blindly bright he can be.

There’s a throb developing in your temple, sharp little darts of pain lancing through your skull. An impending headache if you don’t get some air that doesn’t taste like wood-smoke and cheap alcohol.

“I think I’m gonna head in for a bit. Need to get away.”

You shake your head and toss your bottle into the bin on the way inside, Kae-In shouting her acknowledgement with a thumbs up. Makes you promise to contact her in case of any change in plans.

Nearly everyone’s outside so it should be less crowded, more quiet. Most importantly, away from Yoongi and that penetrating stare which makes you more flustered than you care to admit.

Alas, the kitchen isn’t empty not for long.

You’re lounging against the counter, elbows bent, head rolled back and stinging eyes closed when the back door creaks open. Biting off a groan, you swivel your head to the side.

When you see it’s Yoongi who follows you in, you almost slip and brain yourself on the tile. Mouth dry, palms sweaty, heart beating out of control; scrambling into a more flattering posture while patting down your hair.

He chuckles, his nose scrunched and smile coy.

Seeing him happy always makes you tender, weak.

It seems that hasn’t changed a bit.

No amount of pictures or videos do it justice. Granted, Yoongi looks good any time, any day. But seeing his whole face light up like that in person? Utterly priceless.

It’s a struggle to breathe properly around the lump forming in your throat.

Of course, it has to be him.

Wiping your palms off on your thighs, you greet him with an awkward wave, “Uhhh, hey - hey there, Yoongi.”

Oh my god. Abort mission, I repeat, abort mission.

“Y’know what,” you say, “I was just about to head back outside…”

As you pass by, he catches your arm.

Long fingers curl around your wrist, callouses dragging across your pulse. Your gut clenches, an unexpected bloom of warmth shooting through your core at the sight of his broad palm holding you captive.

His grip is firm but loose enough that you could pull away.

All it serves to do is remind you of nights spent beneath his body, the slide of sweat-slick skin, the taste of him heavy on your tongue, pussy filled to the brim with cock. His rough voice music to your ears, prideful as he gloats about how well you’re taking him.

"Leaving so soon?” He asks silkily.

A hard tug sends you slamming into the wall of his chest.

Air rushes from your lungs, your hands trapped against his collarbones. Firm muscles contract beneath your palms, his body shoving into your touch.

Twisting your fingers in the soft cotton of his shirt, you look at him from beneath your lashes. Your voice whisper soft when you say, “Yoongi…”

His dark eyes, the colour of a rich espresso, track the path of your tongue as you wet your lips. Fingers drag over the soft line of your neck, tracing your fluttering pulse.

Touch feather light as it stops by the corner of your mouth, pressing down on the swell of your lip.

“I haven’t said hello yet.”

Eyes wide, all you do is watch and wait with baited breath. Stunned into silence at his proximity. It’s been so long since you’ve been this close, the smell of his expensive cologne nostalgic.

Your body recognizes his, responding all the same. The connection between you electric, overwhelmingly so.

His head bows, bleached strands brushing your forehead. The tip of his nose rubs yours. You get lost in counting his eyelashes, tracing the bridge of his nose to the carved slope of his cheeks.

Surrounded by him, the urge to resist what’s happening is nearly non-existent. Though you wish it wasn’t so easy to be caught by him.

“One of the guys said something interesting,” he says, his breath ghosting across your face; mint and beer. “It's about you actually.”

He flashes the smile that sends your heart soaring, your stomach flipping.

The slightest peek of a metal chain resting in the crook of his neck, surrounded by a very tempting patch of skin you want to taste, has you a little dumbfounded, absentminded.

“Oh?”

You really hope you don’t sound as frazzled as you feel but the haughty superiority of his slow appraisal of your body, the cocksure smirk on his lips states otherwise.

You really wish you could knock him down a peg but confidence looks amazing on him.

Always has.

“They said you have a boyfriend now. Is that true?”

You manage the slightest shake of your head in the negative - no, not anymore - your heart thundering in your ears.

Your breath catches in anticipation just before Yoongi closes the remaining inches between you with a hum of approval.

His head tilts to the side as he slots your mouths together in a kiss that’s got your toes curling. A filthy wet slide of lips, his the slightest bit chapped, send you under, liquid warmth filling your belly.

You inhale sharply, a moan vibrating against his lips.

Melting into the cage of his arms as his hands clamp down on your hips possessively, tugging you closer. Pressed stem to stern like this there’s no hiding the evidence of his desire.

He’s already half-hard in his jeans, his erection pressing against the zipper.

His eyes are hooded when he pulls away.

“Wanna take this somewhere a little more private, baby?” Yoongi asks, running his nose up the length of your neck and inhaling.

How is this my life, you think, dazed.

His hips grind forward against you so there’s no mistaking what you’re dealing with. “It’ll be just like old times.”

After an awkward fumble and an elbow to the side, you settle on the downstairs bathroom. He follows, quickly pinning you to the door while struggling to toss his leather jacket over the sink.

With a flick of the lock, you’re finally alone without any possible interruption. The door muffles most of the ruckus outside, leaving you hyper aware of every hurried breath, every low-throated murmur.

For a long while it’s nothing but a mess of lips, his body molding to yours. Easy to fall back into the old rhythms of your relationship as though you never left it.

He holds you down.

His fingers in your hair, on your jaw. His tongue gliding over your lip, sucking it into his mouth and letting it slide back out through his teeth.

You meet him kiss for kiss, your hands finding their way into his back pockets, tugging, groping, loving how he bucks up into the cradle of your hips in response.

A sweet ache settles low and deep.

“Yoongi,” you sigh. “Fuck, I forgot how much you like to tease.”

His thumb circles your nipple through your shirt, teasing it into a sensitive, stiff peak that shows through the thin fabric.

The caresses send soft pulses straight to your clit, the intensity getting stronger and stronger the rougher he is.

Before long, you’re aware of how achingly empty you are.

Yoongi nips the corner of your jaw.

“Never forgot how fun teasing you is,” he murmurs into the silk of your skin. “How wet you get for me.”

“Shit, you can’t just say something like that.”

“Can’t I?” His laugh, genuine and vibrant, sounds through his chest and into yours. “You can bitch all you want, but I know you love it.”

A smile, all teeth.

“Isn’t that right, baby?”

You glare at him weakly through half lidded eyes.

Two can play that game.

“Fuck!” Yoongi bites out, those impossibly dark eyes sliding shut when you reach down to palm him through his jeans.

His breath whooshes from him in a loud exhale, his jaw working back and forth. “That’s cheating.”

You smirk, feeling him throb in your hand.

”What were you saying, Yoongs?” Humming, you rub your chest against his, using a fingertip to trace the outline of his shaft. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Spearing you with a weighted look, Yoongi shoves you back into the door harder than before, the wood creaking under the pressure. Fist resting on the frame next to your head, his body cages you in.

Every shuddered inhale has the planes of his firm chest pressing into yours with the expansion of his lungs. His hips buck up into the softness of your palm with a grunt.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, pretty girl,” he cautions.

Competitiveness is a gift and a curse.

Not one to be outdone, you brush away any lingering reservations - which being honest, there weren’t many left. His relieved groan when you tug out his cock reverberates through you.

Shit, that’s so unfair.

Yoongi already sounds wrecked yet you’ve barely touched him. How the fuck are you going to get through this without completely combusting when he actually cums?

Thinking that maybe focusing on what you’re doing will help, you look down.

Big mistake.

Dark designer jeans circle his thighs, low enough for his cock to spring free.

Flushed, curved towards his belly, the head swollen and sticky with pre-cum. The shaft a decent handful that pulses when your palm skims the side.

Feminine appreciation at the sight has velvet heat pooling between your thighs, pussy clenching at the thought of him inside you.

Sex with him was always stupidly good.

All those veiled lyrics about his skill in the bedroom far too accurate for comfort.

Since you broke up, you haven’t been with anyone that comes close to his ability in getting you off.

He’s ruined you.

His face burrows into the crook of your neck with a low groan. His breath puffs across your skin, shivers racing down your spine.

Low voice full of grit, he says, “Shit, baby, that feels…”

Hot palms anchor themselves to your hips.

“Wait a sec,” he says, body twitching with aborted thrusts, strong fingers kneading. “Wanna do you too.”

Heart jumping, you let go of him long enough to yank your shirt over your head and kick off your pants before returning your hand to his cock.

In the meantime, he rucks his shirt up under his armpits. You can’t help but make a noise in the back of your throat as the length of his torso is exposed.

All that soft, smooth skin stretching over his stomach as he flexes. You have to fight down the urge to run your tongue along the outline of his hip.

Mouth slack, Yoongi pushes up the cups of your bra. Watches laser-focused on the bounce of your tits as they drop free, subtly swaying with every jerk of your wrist.

His hips fuck up into the circle of your hand while one of his own inches down to brush the crease of your thigh. Your hips tilt towards his touch, desperate for friction.

“Oh god.” He moans, calloused fingers dipping between your folds. “You’re so wet for me.”

You wiggle, whining against his lips as you meet in a messy kiss. His touch is light, gentle, barely there as he traces the length of your slit.

You’re trembling, skin too tight, body feverish. “Stop teasing, I want you inside me.”

Those seem to be the magic words because Yoongi gives a rumble of approval, using his thumb to spread slick over your swollen clit in tight circles.

Heat coils in your belly, electricity racing down your spine. Your thighs splay as wide as they can, making room for his hand.

His knuckles brush your skin.

Dipping down to your entrance, Yoongi works on spreading you open with shallow thrusts until you take three fingers comfortably.

Your needy sighs and soft moans bounce off the walls.

His low murmurs right in your ear as the pads stroke your walls, his wrist flexing. He’s hitting all the right spots, still remembering how to get you off years after the fact.

You’re quickly turning weak-kneed and wet eyed.

“Fuck, Yoongs, right there,” you keen, baring down on the digits nudging your g-spot, your grip tightening around his shaft.

You grind your palm over the swollen tip, gathering beads of pre-cum.

He hisses, thrusts off beat.

Fingers nudge up suddenly, pressing deep and holding in retaliation. White lightening crackles behind your eyelids, thighs twitching, mouth dropping open.

“Yeah, just like that, pretty girl.”

Your world narrows down to every filthy slide of his cock in your hand, every gush of slick as he stuffs fingers into you over and over again until you’re a writhing mess against the door.

Your nerve endings are alive with pleasure, the stimulation too much and not enough.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, doubling his efforts, wrist working faster.

Dapples of sweat litter his brow, his eyes staring into yours, glazed over and lusting.

Fuck, he’s handsome like this.

It’s a little embarrassing how bad he’s got you but between the blissed-out expression he’s wearing, the weight of him in your hand, and how full you are, you know this orgasm is going to be quick, messy.

The pace of his hips pick up, his breath hitching in his throat, length twitching and thickening in your grip.

He’s getting close, his touch rougher, more force behind the snapping thrusts of his hips, teeth nipping at the side of your neck.

“Come on, baby,” you say, breathless, twisting your hand on the upstroke. He smothers a grunt in your shoulder. “Give it to me.”

It doesn’t take much more to bring him to the edge.

A particular spread of his fingers has you jolting, a sudden, intense spike of pleasure shooting right to your clit.

In turn, you unintentionally massage his cock, knuckles bumping the underside of the swollen head.

He’s a goner.

Cumming with a low, wounded whine and a shuttered thrust, Yoongi smacks the door with his free hand. Thick spurts of jizz make an absolute mess of his stomach and your knuckles.

Sagging forward like a doll with cut strings, all his dead weight bears down on you.

He pants, small tremors wrack his frame. “Baby,” he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw, “I missed you s’much.”

“Missed you too,” you reply, using nice, languid strokes to wring the last of his orgasm out of him. “More than I thought I did.”

In lieu of a response, Yoongi wiggles his fingers inside you, rebuilding the rhythm he lost. He flutters them, curls up against your walls, peppering kisses along the length of your jaw with a hum.

Slick drips down his wrist, the sloppy sound of him finger fucking your cunt blending with a surge of desperate moans.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Yoongi says against your chin. “So fucking hot, wanna see you cum.”

Your back arches, your fingers digging into the width of his shoulders, head smacking the door with a dull thud.

“Can you do that for me?”

Nodding frantically, you fall apart with a broken gasp. Clamping down so hard he can’t move, the cramps softened by the throbbing heat washing over you. Blood rushes in your ears as your pussy gushes around his fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises, tone heated. “You did so well for me.”

By the time your brain comes back online, you’ve forgotten all about Chang-ryul and the constant vibration of your phone where it’s shoved - forgotten - into your pocket.

The only thing that matters is Yoongi with his tender kisses and greedy hands.

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 7 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: As much as you want a sleepover, it's probably not a good idea. And you notice that Bradley is in need of some defending.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Now you could completely understand the appeal of sleeping with Bradley. His dick was huge and satisfying. His body was strong and attractive. His kisses and voice were completely addicting. Simply put, he was good in bed. 

Yeah, it all made sense now. All the girls. Wanting to write their names on his door. Yeah, you got it. 

But the way he was still kissing you and murmuring against your skin after making you come was something else entirely. You could feel yourself blushing and wanted to hide your face when he said, "My Sugar."

You almost moaned again when he rolled over and you sat up in his bed. You could tell your hair was a mess, and your head was still spinning a bit. Bradley looked up at you, raking his eyes over your body before he climbed out of bed to remove the condom. 

"Where's your bathroom?" you asked, your voice soft and hoarse. 

Bradley leaned down to kiss you before saying, "I'll show you." You watched as he pulled his boxer shorts on, but when you stood to gather all of your discarded clothing, he gently took you by the hand and held out his robe for you. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to tie the sash tight, making sure you were well covered. "It's across the hall."

Then he led you right out of his room, clearly not caring who saw you together. Of course he was probably this way with all of his conquests. There were some guys hanging out at the end of the hallway, but they barely glanced your way as Bradley flipped on the bathroom light for you. You could hear the party still going on downstairs, the loud music and everyone talking over it. 

"Thanks," you muttered, ducking inside and closing the door. Your legs felt rubbery as you examined your face in the mirror. Your lips were parted and a little swollen. Your eyes were wide and alert. Your hair was a mess. Your neck was marked up again from Bradley. You looked a little fucked out, and it looked good on you.

You used the toilet and then splashed some water on your face. You liked him so much. And now you needed to leave, because you could already feel yourself getting attached and wanting to cuddle. And he wasn't the right one to have these kinds of feelings for. You'd go, because he probably wanted you to leave anyway. 

Wearing his robe was not helping; it was soft and it smelled like him. And when you opened the door, he was waiting for you, smiling. 

"Just didn't want any of the guys giving you a hard time," he told you as he nodded to his bedroom door. "I'll be right in." 

He watched you walk into his room before closing himself in the bathroom. You ran your fingers across your phone number written on his door before closing it and pressing your lips together. You buried your nose in the collar of his robe and took a few deep breaths as you kept thinking about how sweet Bradley actually was. You were pretty sure he stopped hooking up with Phoebe or anyone else by this point, and you frowned. He was going to make this hard for you. Unless maybe you could do this with him again. 

Just as you were kicking your shoes toward your discarded clothing, Bradley walked in and closed the door behind him. He walked over to you and gathered you up in his arms, immediately pressing his lips to your neck. 

You whimpered softly. "I'll get dressed in a minute," you told him, closing your eyes and memorizing how good this felt. "Any chance you can walk me home?"

You felt his body freeze, and then he was slowly removing his arms from around your waist. You couldn't have imagined a sadder look on his face if you had tried. 

"You don't want to stay?" he asked softly, running one hand along the back of his neck. You watched his bicep twitch as he licked his lips nervously. 

A hopeful feeling filled your heart as you asked, "Do you want me to stay?"

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Bradley felt sick. You wanted him to walk you home. This was it. This was as far as he was ever going to get, and this is exactly why he shouldn't have gone to your apartment today. This is precisely the reason why he should have protected himself and tried to find someone else to try to be a better person with. For a minute at the beginning, he really thought he was the one who was going to destroy you, but somehow in the last few weeks, he'd given you the power to hurt him.  

"Do you want me to stay?" you asked, your voice so small he could barely hear you. But your face was a blank canvas, and he couldn't read it. You'd been moaning his name and melting into him in bed thirty minutes ago. Of course he fucking wanted you to stay. This was the best he had ever felt after having sex in his entire life. He was sober. You were awesome. You told him you liked him.

He swallowed hard. "Yeah, Sugar. I want you to stay."

"Oh," you whispered. "Okay." Bradley saw the tension melt out of you that he hadn't even been aware was there. 

"Will you?" he asked, wanting to make sure you and he were on the same page before he suggested anything else. 

"Yeah, Beer Boy. I'll stay." 

You made him smile, and your gaze dipped down to his lips, so he kissed you. And you didn't back away. You returned his kisses immediately, smiling against his lips and resting your cold hands on his bare chest before sliding them to his shoulders and pulling him closer. 

You pressed your front against his, and he wrapped his hands around your waist, running them along his robe. You sighed softly as he let his lips ghost over yours as he whispered, "Sugar. Did I... Did I do something to make you feel like I didn't want you here anymore?"

You shook your head slowly, the tip of your nose brushing against his. "No. I just wasn't sure... I didn't know if you let girls sleep over or not. And I'm still reeling a little bit. That was the first time I ever came like that."

Bradley's heart was pounding. "Like what?" he asked, his voice raspy as you buried your face in his neck.

"With a guy. Unless you want to include our time in the library. Either way... it was with you."

Bradley groaned and held you tighter. He was never going to let you go. He was never going to ask you to leave. 

"Sugar, you can't tell me that and expect me not to get immediately hard again," he whispered in your ear. Now your face was buried against his neck and you were moaning and kissing him here. "And you're not other girls. I told you they don't matter."

"Bradley," you whispered as he guided you toward his bed.

"I told you I like you." He pulled back the bedding and climbed in, reaching out to you. He watched as you climbed up on your knees with a smirk on your face. "Come here."

Bradley pulled you down halfway on top of him and your laughter filled the room. Such a gorgeous sound. You looked so cute in his bathrobe, too. You smiled at him, your legs tangling with his as you got comfortable on his chest. 

"Bradley, I don't have any of my stuff for a sleepover," you told him, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair and along his scars. 

"What do you need?" he asked, pushing your hair away from your neck and teasing your soft skin there. 

He watched your eyes flutter closed as you said, "Clothes, a toothbrush, face wash. All of my makeup so I don't look like a trainwreck in the morning."

Bradley chuckled. "You can wear my clothes. I think I have an extra toothbrush, and I have face wash in the bathroom. You're very pretty. You'll still be beautiful in the morning. So I don't think you need to worry about that." 

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, Beer Boy."

But Bradley's lips were on yours again. "Just let me be sweet to you, Sugar." You kissed him so well, like you weren't in any hurry. Your tongue teased his gently, and he still had no desire to rush to the finish with you. When he was with Phoebe or one of the others, he just fucked them so he could get himself off. But now that he knew he was the first guy to get you off, he wanted to do it a million more times. You went right to his head and made him feel things.

Your hands were tugging gently through his hair as you inched up along his body, and you let him reach under his bathrobe and caress your ass and lower back.

"Mmm," you hummed against his lips before you straddled his waist and moved your soft lips to his neck. Bradley could feel your pussy rubbing against his abs as you sucked and licked around his scars. 

He gripped your thighs before running his hand between your bodies and through your wetness. You cried out and released his neck. "You going for a repeat of the library, baby?" He watched you blush as you looked down at him. "Don't be embarrassed. You're so fucking hot. You can do whatever you want to me."

You gasped. "You can't just tell me that, Beer Boy," you whispered before wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and devouring his mouth. Bradley was hiking the robe higher, digging his fingers into your waist a little harder now. "Take it off," you murmured between rough kisses, and Bradley quickly found the sash and untied it. 

You sat up straight on him, and the sight was almost too much. All your soft skin was on display, and when your tattoo came into view as you shucked off the sleeves and tossed the robe to the floor, he was reaching for you. Your tits bounced beautifully as the robe left your hands, and Bradley fit them nicely in his palms. He traced his pinky over your tattoo and your eyes met his. 

You leaned down again and stroked his cheek with your fingertips before returning your lips to his in a kiss that had you grinding against him again. Bradley's cock was so hard, and it was getting no attention from you, which was making him crazier for you. Because he knew as soon as you touched him there, he would be seeing stars. And when your ass bumped back and nudged him a moment later, he tightened his grip on your hair and fucked your mouth with his tongue. 

You were letting him be rough while you whimpered, and he didn't think he could fuck you slowly this time. He wanted you hard. He stroked his hands along your thighs, squeezing you each time you made a little sound for him.

"Where are the condoms?" you asked, in a broken little voice that had his blood flowing even hotter. 

"On the desk," Bradley replied, voice hoarse and rough already. You slid off of him, and he watched you walk away, the sight of your ass sending his hand down to stroke himself. He needed to last for you. He needed to make you feel so good that you praised him again. He wanted to hear you tell him you liked him one more time. 

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You didn't hesitate this time. You wanted to fuck him again. You wanted to sleep over. You wanted as much as you could get. Maybe that made you as needy as the other girls, writing their names on his door and trying to leave their mark on him, but you'd never treat him that way. 

But Jesus, if he called you Sugar one more time, you were likely to melt into a little liquidy pile of sweet goo.

You ripped off another condom and took it back to the bed. Bradley was sitting up and stroking himself, and you gasped before throwing yourself on top of him. He chuckled and opened the wrapper as you wound your arms around his shoulders and pressed your mouth to his. You smiled against his lips as he grunted and tossed the condom wrapper on the floor before rolling it down his length. 

"Ready when you are, Sugar," he whispered, and you were immediately guiding yourself to his tip and taking him slowly inside. You felt powerful as his head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut with the veins in his neck straining. He was sitting up, supporting himself with both arms until you came to rest with him fully inside you, panting at the feeling of being so full and sitting on him. Then he wrapped one arm around your back and held you close as you started to move.

You rolled your hips slowly at first, his lips grazing over your cheek and moving back to your ear. You could hear the deep noises he made every time you had him buried deep. Every move you made had your breasts brushing his chest, and you could feel his tidy hairs against your clit, his body giving you delicious pressure there. 

Bradley held you to him, guiding his lips to yours as his nose grazed your cheek. Then he was kissing you softly, before growing a little rougher as your hips picked up pace. He was nipping and nudging you, pulling your lip into his mouth and teasing as you could feel yourself starting to clench. This was unlike anything else, being filled to the brim with him and feeling the prickly sensation against your clit. This was the third time he had been better than your own fingers, and the thought of having to get yourself off was almost laughable now. 

"Perfection," he mumbled before pressing his lips to your chin, and his voice made you moan. 

The rhythm felt so good as you rode him, each stroke getting you closer than the last. You jerked yourself up and down faster as you suddenly came, grinding harder and harder and pulling his hair. "Oh!" you moaned loudly. 

It was so good, and you were melting against him as he lay back against the pillows, pulling you with him. You kissed him with little coordination as he took you by the hips and thrust up into you until he was grunting and groaning. "Sugar," he hissed against your mouth, and you licked his tongue as he fucked you with one more hard thrust before his movements slowed. 

You were going to need him again. 

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The party was finally starting to quiet down as Bradley held you against him, snuggled in bed underneath all of his blankets. He ran his fingers through your hair and down your bare back. 

You had asked him more about the Navy, and he was telling you all about the training he was hoping to partake in. "I'd get to be all over the place. First up to Newport, Rhode Island for a bit, then the Naval Aviation School in Pensacola, Florida. Maybe even Top Gun in San Diego someday. I've barely been out of Virginia before, so all that sounds much better to me. What are you doing next year, Sugar?" He had never once talked to a girl after hooking up. He couldn't even remember having sex two times in a row like that before. He wasn't sure he even knew what Phoebe's major was. 

But now he knew that you were looking at different options for grad schools. You were already starting to study for entrance exams. You wanted to be a college math professor. 

"You'll be teaching advanced calculus, sporting your hot mathlete tattoo that nobody can see. Jesus, just the idea of it is too much," he mumbled into your hair as you giggled. "Hottest tattoo I have ever seen, you have no idea." He stroked your skin hidden underneath his blanket in the exact spot where your tattoo was located. He'd never forget the way it looked for the rest of his fucking life. 

You laughed while looking at him in the lamplight. "I had no idea you would like it so much."

"It's my favorite," he promised with a grin, tickling your side just below the tattoo. You laughed and wrapped yourself around him, grabbing both of his hands to get him to stop. And when you tried to retaliate, you immediately pouted, because he wasn't ticklish at all. 

"Not fair," you said, and he kissed your lips.  

"Totally fair. You have too much control already," he mumbled and started to climb out of bed. 

You sat up and looked at him with questioning eyes. It was chilly in his room, and you wrapped yourself in his blankets. But Bradley could see your breast with your peaked nipple peeking out and he licked his lips. 

"Where are you going?" you asked softly. "I'm cold without you."

Bradley sighed deeply and kissed your cheek. He dug in his dresser and pulled out one of his favorite tee shirts and some soft sweatpants for you to put on. "I'm starving. I'll go raid the kitchen and get us a snack. Then I'll turn the heat up now that the party is probably pretty much over."

"Okay," you said as you pulled his shirt on. 

As he put on his boxers and shrugged into his bathrobe, he took one last look at you before heading to the kitchen. You even looked hot in his bright, tie dyed Grateful Dead shirt. 

He grabbed a bag of pretzels and two water bottles before he ran into Tyson.

"Two water bottles? Tell me it's not Phoebe," Tyson said as he started pouring himself a bowl of cereal. 

"It's not Phoebe," Bradley replied with a smile. 

Tyson chuckled. "It's Janessa's roommate, huh?"

"Of course it is," Bradley said as he went back into the hallway and nudged the thermostat a little higher. He was also just in time to see Jeff going upstairs with a girl who looked wasted and wasn't wearing a shirt. 

Maybe that meant Jeff was done pursuing you. But Bradley still didn't like that; he never hooked up with girls who were too gone. He paused and waited a minute before heading back to his bedroom. 

You were waiting for him in his bed, wearing his oversized clothes. "It should warm up in here soon," he told you, but you just shrugged.

"I wasn't cold when you were in bed, too."

So he fed you pretzels until you started yawning, and then you both got ready for bed. You used his face wash, and he found his extra toothbrush for you. He was right, you looked virtually the same and just as pretty with no makeup on, and he made sure to tell you that.

And when Bradley closed and locked his door, guiding you to bed with his arms around you, he realized this had been one of the best nights of his life. He fell asleep curled up with you, your even breathing and sweet smelling skin guiding him to sleep. 

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You started to wake up as sunlight filtered across your face. But you were so warm and comfortable, you couldn't be bothered with getting up yet, so you rolled to your other side and snuggled against the source of warmth. It smelled good, too, so you let yourself be wrapped up in it. 

You cracked both eyes open when you remembered where you were and who you were with. "Good morning," Bradley rasped, and you couldn't stop the smile from blooming across your lips. 

"Good morning, Beer Boy," you whispered, and he wrapped his arms tighter around you. 

"Did you sleep okay, Sugar?" He was about to have some melted sugar on his hands again. His voice was extra deep and raspy from sleeping, and now he was running his fingers up inside the tee shirt and along your back. 

"Yes. You're very snuggly, and I was very tired. What time is it?"

"Almost nine. You need me to walk you home?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, the tip of your nose brushing the long scar on his neck. "Not unless you want me to go. I don't have anything planned."

His only response was the press of his lips on yours. Then he guided you down to the kitchen and you both sat on the counter and ate bowls of cereal and drank some coffee side by side. A few of his fraternity brothers came and went, and you were introduced to them. But Bradley seemed happy to have you there with him. 

Then you went back to his room and both of you got undressed immediately. You pushed him down onto his desk chair, and he tossed the condom wrapper across the room with a smirk that made you laugh. 

"Let's just decorate your room with those," you told him before pressing your lips to his and sliding him inside you.

"I'd love to do that with you, Sugar," he promised as you rode him.

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It was almost noon, and you were still here. Bradley could come up with a list of reasons to try to keep you with him if need be. But now you were snuggled up in front of him in bed, and you were both pretending to watch a movie on his laptop. Occasionally he would press a kiss to your neck, and he caught you dozing off a few times. 

A sharp knock on the door had you jumping against him, but he just chuckled and said, "It's probably just Tyson. He already knows you're here anyway if you want to get it."

You climbed out of bed and stretched before heading for the door as he reached to press pause on his computer. 

But when you opened the door, Bradley heard you suck in a breath before he heard Phoebe's voice.

"Really?" Phoebe asked, glaring at you, and Bradley was immediately out of bed and across the room, thankful he was wearing underwear. Phoebe was eyeing you from head to toe, eyes narrowing as she took in Bradley's clothing on you. He never let her borrow his stuff. He never let her hang out until noon either. 

"Phoebe," he muttered, coming to stand right behind you. Briefly, you glanced up over your shoulder at him, but you didn't move. I almost felt like you were there to protect him in some way.

"Is this Sugar?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "I expected you to be alone by now, no matter who you'd been with last night." Bradley almost flinched, because she sounded so mad. "Why are you still here?" she asked you, but you didn't back away at all.

"I was invited. Unlike you," you told her, and Bradley watched Phoebe's jaw clench. 

Bradley ran his hand along your back, trying to let you know you didn't need to egg her on, but Phoebe was already on a roll now. She wouldn't stop until she had hurt someone's feelings. 

"You look like you're a little bit out of your league here," she told you in a patronizing tone. "Whenever I want him, he comes back to me."

"No, I don't," Bradley said firmly.

Phoebe just smiled at him and said, "You will. But in the meantime," she said, shifting her attention back to you, "enjoy my sloppy seconds, and every other girl's sloppy thirds."

Bradley could feel the blood drain from his face, but you were so quick with a response, it surprised him. "There's a reason I'm the one inside his room, wearing his clothes, and getting his attention. It's because he just raised his standards," you stated calmly. 

Bradley watched Phoebe's jaw drop open. "I expected you to at least be cute," she said before storming off. 

"Bitch," you murmured under your breath as Bradley pushed the door closed and pulled you into his arms.

"Sorry about that. If I knew it was her, we would have just ignored it," he whispered. You looked up at him and kissed his neck. "Are you okay, Beer Boy? She was so mean to you."

Bradley hugged you and laughed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Did you just... defend my honor?"

You nodded your head against him. "Yes, and I'll do it again if I have to."

Bradley just let himself feel good for a minute, and then he suggested the two of you get a shower together before he took you out for lunch. 

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Oh, sweet, misguided Beer Boy and his feelings. Thanks @mak-32 for everything with this fic! This story is for you, Mak.

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Note: Request by @alexagirlie! thank you so much, I loved this one. I wrote this while listening to my Organica playlist and I was feeeelinggg it, I even added some song titles again. Anyway, hope you like it!

Warnings: fluff/smut. 18+!!

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met a hot DJ at a rave, but aren't all DJ's just rude fuckboys?

wordcount: 4,1k

Masterlist

'Got a request, pretty?'

The music was loud and the venue was packed: Gisela had taken you to your first ever rave and, so far, you loved it. The beats were good, the bass was vibrating through your entire body, and the laser lights made everything in the old warehouse look as if you were high, but you weren't.

'You know you can request songs too?' Gisela yelled in your ear as she danced.

'Really?' you yelled back, happily, because the music was good, but you had no idea how to move to the current song.

'Yeah! Just go to the DJ!' she shouted and gave you a little shove.

She went off dancing without you, while you had been shoved into a man who was on his way to the DJ booth.

'Sorry!' you yelled as the man turned around at the sudden push in his back.

You stared up at the guy and froze, you had never seen a man as handsome as him. He was tall and very well built, and he smelled nice too. He had a few scars on his gorgeous face and his dark hair was braided on top and halfway to his sides, whereas the lower half was shaved and the braids were tied back into a small ponytail. He wore dark clothes and a bronze Mjölner necklace. He had a tattoo on his neck, which you thought was really hot, and the hint of eyeliner around his eyes made him even more attractive.

'Don't worry about it,' the incredibly handsome man smiled.

You stared at each other for a few seconds.

'You a DJ?' you asked as you saw the black headphones around his neck.

'Yeah, I play in about twenty minutes,' he said, looking you up and down.

Then he held his hand out. You took it, and he pulled you closer.

'I'm Sihtric,' he said in your ear. He leaned back to look at you for a short moment, and then leaned back in again, 'what's your name, pretty?'

You giggled and yelled your name in his ear, while he still held your hand and kept you close.

'Nice to meet you!' Sihtric smiled. 'Hey, I gotta set up my stuff,' he said, 'why don't you come and request a tune later?'

'I was just about to do that actually,' you said and looked up at the current DJ.

'Nah,' Sihtric shook his head with a sly smile, 'request it when I'm up there, yeah?'

'Maybe,' you shrugged.

'I promise I'll play it,' Sihtric winked and finally let go of your hand.

You watched the insanely handsome man turn around and continue his way to the booth.

You had no idea DJ's were that good looking. His toned biceps were impressive, he had a bright and sweet smile, as well as a flirty look in his eyes when he spoke to you. You were smitten, but you also knew he was probably a fuckboy. Everyone knows DJ's get a lot of ladies, but you did feel a little flattered when he eyed you up as he was setting up his gear. 

While you met the hot DJ, your friend Gisela had met a handsome guy herself. He was named Uhtred, or something, you weren't sure if you heard it correctly as the music was still way too loud. Regardless, you felt a little awkward as your friend and her new hunky rave partner only had eyes for each other, so you told her you'd be near the bar. 

You ordered yourself a drink and spotted Sihtric across the bar, leaning up on his elbows as he was checking a few cables under the only normal white light in the entire venue. Your eyes were glued to him, you didn't even notice the bartender already placed your drink in front of you seconds ago, and you locked eyes with Sihtric when he looked up. He gave you a half smile and cocked his head up slightly, greeting you. You were surprised he seemed to remember you and, even if it was only like ten minutes ago, you clearly left an impression. You grinned when you saw he made his way over to you.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, and loosely circled his arm around your waist.

'Hey,' you smiled, leaning in a little bit more than you probably should, but you liked his attention.

'You alone here, pretty?'

Oh, there we go, you thought. He was going to try and get in your pants now. And as hot as he was, you wouldn't even mind, but you weren't the type of girl who did one night stands. But he didn't have to know that, yet…

'No, I'm with a friend,' you said, 'but she found a guy to dance with, so…' you shrugged.

'Ah,' Sihtric chuckled in your ear, and it made your knees weak, 'I understand,' he said.

You smiled at each other for a moment and he checked his watch.

'I still have a few minutes,' he said, his hand resting on your lower back, 'wanna dance?'

This guy was really asking you to dance? You couldn't believe it, and you gladly accepted.

Sihtric took your hand and led you into the warm crowd. The whole place was basically a dancefloor, but the vibes were better in the middle of the crowd than near the bar. Sihtric turned to face you and pulled you a little closer, then he spun you around and both his big, warm hands settled on your hips. You pressed your back against his chest, and he pulled your buttocks against his groin, which you both didn't mind at all. He guided your body along with his to the deep house beat, and you enjoyed it for as long as it lasted. 

Unfortunately, after just one song he told you he had to get up to the booth, as he was about to play.

'Don't forget to request that song,' Sihtric winked again and kissed your hand, then disappeared into the crowd.

You were happy to see, and hear, that Sihtric played music you enjoyed and could easily move to, unlike the crazy beats the previous DJ had played. He started his set with Afters, by Gettoblasters, and it set the whole dance floor on fire when that full beat kicked in after about a minute. You still had no idea where Gisela was, so you just entertained yourself and watched Sihtric move his body smoothly to the beats he knew all too well, and you immediately missed the way his body had felt against yours only moments ago.

Sihtric's eyes easily found you in the crazy coloured, crowded room, and he gave you a sweet yet cheeky smile. You both enjoyed the sight of each other becoming one with the music, and he only reluctantly broke eye contact because he had to focus on his equipment as he mixed in a new song when Afters ended. He smoothly transitioned the beat to Other Side by Azzecca, and once again the venue was on fire. You couldn't find a single person who was not moving their body. 

Then you suddenly spotted Gisela, who was grinding up against that Uhtred guy, and you laughed as you rolled your eyes. You wouldn't see her again tonight you figured, so you decided to go and request your song. Sihtric didn't see you approach as he was focused on messing with the beat on his synthesiser, creating that build up to the anticipated bass drop. And it did wonders. You neared the booth as Sihtric leaned into his synth, carefully mixing the song smoothly into Pogo by Gry Bagøien, one of the songs you actually wanted to request. And you just started laughing. Sihtric looked up and saw you in front of him. He smiled sweetly as he bit down on his lip, and beckoned you to come on up to the side of the booth.

Sihtric crouched down to match your height, as the booth was up on a knee high platform, and he leaned in as he pushed his headphones down to rest around his neck.

'Got a request, pretty?' he smiled.

'Yeah, but you're already playing it,' you chuckled.

'No way,' Sihtric laughed, 'got another one?'

'Hmm, maybe,' you smiled, 'how about Fo Free?'

'By OMNOM?' Sihtric asked, 'yeah I can fix that for you. You gotta give me a moment, I have to search for it.'

'Sure, no rush,' you said, and you wanted to back off again to let him do his thing.

'Why don't you come up here?' he quickly asked, pointing back into the DJ booth.

'Really?' you frowned, 'why?'

'To keep me some company,' he smiled.

You stared at the DJ, and a sudden white light flashed fast across his face, revealing his mismatched eyes.

'Hey,' you smiled, 'your… your eyes-'

'Heterochromia,' Sihtric said, and held his hand out.

You knew you would probably regret this later, as you thought he was really cute, for a fuckboy of course, but it's not like you had someone else to keep you company right now. You took his hand and Sihtric pulled you up on the platform, and with his arm loosely circled around your waist, he pulled you with him to his DJ mixer panels. He added your requested song once he found it, keeping his promise he'd play it. 

'Wanna learn something?' Sihtric smiled. 

You gave him a quick nod, and he moved you gently to stand in front of him. Sihtric pressed his chest against your back and snuck his arms under yours, resting his chin upon your shoulder as he leaned in, looking down at his panels.

'Watch,' he said, his lips grazed your ear when he spoke.

You watched his hands and the way his tattooed fingers twisted a few buttons, and you heard the song slowly transition into another banger; Purpose by T-Puse. You looked back over your shoulder and smiled at him. Goddamn, he was really sexy, you thought. And as if he could read your thoughts, Sihtric gave you a cheeky smile. 

He kept his chin on your shoulder, but instead of leaning over you, he leaned back. His knees slightly bent so his crotch area was lined up with your buttocks, and he pulled you in when the beat dropped, pressing your body firmly against his as he wrapped his strong arm around your waist, keeping his free hand on his mixing panel. Sihtric effortlessly moved you smoothly along with his warm body to the pleasant beat, leaning the side of his face against yours. You felt his hot breath on your neck, the bass underneath your feet, and you suddenly felt both his hands slide down your sides, only to settle on your hips so he could control your movements along with his even better. And despite the loud music, you heard his soft laugh in your ear.

'You're really sexy,' he husked, 'are you taken, pretty?'

You felt lightheaded at the entire moment. The music, the flashing lights, the feeling of Sihtric's body against yours, his low, calm voice in your ear as his lips grazed your skin with each word he spoke. You could just faint in his arms right now.

'I- I'm not taken, no,' you managed to say, to which Sihtric hummed satisfyingly, and the sound sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. 

Fuck, you thought, you shouldn't develop a crush on this guy… chances of him being a decent dude are very slim.

'Wanna come home with me after my set?' he suddenly asked.

You shouldn't.

'Maybe,' you answered, 'but… I- I… I don't know what you expect, but if it's a one night stand, you got the wrong girl-' 

'Who said anything about only spending one night together?'

You looked back over your shoulder again, and Sihtric smiled sweetly at you. Could he really be a decent guy? But before you could say another word, he took your hands and brought them up to the mixer panels.

'Your song is up next,' he said, 'remember what I did?'

'Yeah,' you nodded, pointing at two buttons, 'those two, right?' 

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed loud enough for you to hear, 'mix your song into this one, darling.'

'But what if I fuck it up?' you laughed.

Sihtric placed his hands carefully on yours, 'You won't,' he said, 'I'll help you, doll.'

You smiled when he helped you turn the buttons at a steady pace, and you heard the first beats of your favourite tune slowly fade in, before it fully took over the room.

'Yeah, that's it, babe,' Sihtric breathed in your ear, and you felt dizzy at his words.

He then pulled you flush against his body, your back once again firmly pressed against his broad chest, making you dance with him once more as the beat dropped, hard. And you allowed yourself to just get lost in the moment. You felt his hands trail down to your hips again, and you brought your own hands up, resting loosely behind you on the back of his neck, keeping him just as close as he kept you.

'So how about that offer?' Sihtric asked as you danced.

'Going home with you?'

'Yeah?'

'I'm not sure, Sihtric…'

He was quick to spin you around, and pulled you close again as he faced you. He towered over you and positioned one leg between your thighs, one hand on your waist and his other cupped your cheek. He stared deeply into your eyes with that sweet smile on his face as you both kept moving in sync with the music.

'It doesn't have to be a one night stand,' Sihtric said and licked his lips, 'you probably don't believe me, but I'm not like that either.'

You stared up at him, you weren't sure about what to say. Sihtric seemed so sincere, but you were still a little hesitant.

'I promise,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in, bringing his lips back to your ear, 'I will treat you like the goddess that you are. I will make you feel really good, baby.'

He pulled back to look at you, and he found your wide eyes locked on him. Sihtric smiled, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb, and he leaned in again.

'I will make you feel really fucking good,' he chuckled in your ear, and then pecked your cheek.

Sihtric looked back at his equipment, mixing another song as your request was almost over. And when a new beat started to play, he looked back at you again.

'Just think about it,' Sihtric said, 'no pressure, okay?' he smiled and brushed his fingers over your cheek.

'I… maybe,' you stammered.

'Look, my set is another half hour,' he said, 'if you like, we could meet up after I pack my stuff. But again, no pressure, okay?'

'I'll think about… but I'll have to tell my friend if I decide to go with you,' you said.

You had thought over Sihtric's offer, and deemed yourself insane for not just going with him and seeing where it leads to. After you told Gisela about your plan, she wished you a good night, as she was already leaving with that guy Uhtred. You both promised to stay in touch, sharing your live locations before you left, and agreed that if something felt off, you'd call each other right away.

Sihtric drove you back to his house, and if he really was a fuckboy, he was doing an Oscar-worthy job of not acting like one. He was very polite, kind and gentle, as well as funny and relaxed. And a flirt.

At his place, he made you some tea as you talked in the kitchen, genuinely getting to know each other a little. You both were fascinated with each other as well as quickly developing some kind of romantic feelings.

'I have to ask,' you said as Sihtric led you to his bedroom, 'you pick up a lot of girls at raves?'

'I don't, actually,' he said, a little embarrassed, 'my friends do, but I- I can't just be intimate with someone, or even kiss someone if I feel no real attraction.'

'So you feel a real attraction?' you grinned.

'I do, lady,' Sihtric smiled as he gently pushed you to sit down on his bed, 'and,' he licked his lips, 'I'd like to thank you for keeping me company during my set.'

'Oh, really?' you laughed softly, a little shyly even when his hands unbuttoned your jeans slowly.

He was so attractive, it drove you insane. You were completely against one night stands, but to be fair, if he'd never call you again after tonight, you couldn't even be mad. To be railed by this guy was simply a blessing, you thought.

'Yeah,' Sihtric chuckled, and he took off your jeans and panties in the politest way possible.

Then he took off his shirt, and you felt soaking wet upon the sight of his body. This guy was insanely good looking. How the fuck did you end up in his bed? You had no idea.

'So… how will you thank me?' you smiled.

SIhtric leaned in and took your face in his hands, nuzzling your nose softly. And you heard another light chuckle from him.

'I will thank you,' he whispered, 'by pleasing you all night,' he sighed, and softly pecked your lips.

Sihtric looked at you and slowly licked his lips as he smiled. His eyes trailed down to your lips and he pulled you in for another kiss. He kissed you so soft and sweet, whereas you thought he would be rough and simply use you for his own pleasure, but it was the complete opposite so far. And you allowed yourself to enjoy his tenderness. Sihtric started to kiss you a little longer, carefully parting your lips along with his, and he slowly licked into your mouth as his lips were pressed onto yours. You enjoyed the taste of the red fruity tea in your mouth, which lingered on his lips as well ever since he drank it before he took you to his bedroom. If he would've kissed you all night like this, that already would be a very welcoming thank you gesture, and your head was already spinning. You sank deeper into his kiss while he took your hands and brought them up to his body, wanting to feel your touch. And you loved the feeling of his muscles underneath your hands while he kissed you.

Then Sihtric suddenly dragged his lips down your chin and onto your neck.

'Are you comfortable taking your shirt off for me, pretty?' he whispered in your ear.

You quickly took your shirt off and pulled the handsome man back to you. His lips pecked your shoulders while gently pushing your bra strap to the side. His big, warm hands guided his way further down your body, which he followed with his soft lips, leaving wet kisses until he reached your belly button.

Sihtric kneeled down in front of his bed and looked up at you with dark, but soft eyes.

'Lay down for me?' he asked.

And as you laid down with a grin on your face, you felt how Sihtric picked up your left leg. He carefully kissed his way up from your ankle to your thigh, before he brought your leg up over his bare shoulder. And he did the same to your right leg. You bit down on your lip as you smiled when you felt his lips, and the pleasant tickles of his facial hair, moving closer to your core. Your heart skipped a beat when he pressed a soft kiss onto your wet folds, and a sudden moan escaped you.

Sihtric hummed and licked his lips, tasting your juices on his tongue already, to which he smiled. He pulled you a little closer and hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you a firm but pleasant grip.

'Relax for me, doll,' Sihtric whispered, and he kissed your wet slit again, a little longer this time.

He was simply driving you insane right now, and you squirmed at the pleasant feeling.

'Just relax,' Sihtric hummed, and you felt his lips down on you again, followed by a firm drag of his tongue between your folds.

'Oh, god,' you breathed, once again squirming in his grip.

'Relax,' he cooed, 'let me treat you well.'

Sihtric ran his tongue over you again, and once more, and he softly kissed your core when he felt you tense up again. He gave you a few seconds, allowing you to try and relax again, before he lapped his lips around you, flicking his tongue against your pussy. The feeling was incredible and you moaned at each stroke of his tongue, which only made Sihtric devour you more.

'You taste really fucking good,' he chuckled softly as he needed some air.

'Yeah?' you giggled.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh.

'Well, you feel really fucking good,' you smiled.

'I do?' Sihtric smiled sweetly at you when you pushed yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

You nodded with a cheeky smile, to which Sihtric winked and told you to lay down again. He quickly brought his lips back to you. He kissed, licked and sucked you so good. He hummed occasionally, which nearly pushed you over your edge each time you heard it and felt it against your folds. And when you finally came, Sihtric drank you in with a soft groan. 

But instead of stopping, he kept you in his pleasant grip, and he continued to devour your oversensitive pussy with his lips and tongue.

'Oh, fuck!' you moaned, slightly jerking as the feeling was overwhelming.

'I wasn't done, doll,' Sihtric chuckled, 'relax for me,' he husked, 'you taste so good, so sweet,' he sighed, 'I'm going to eat you out all night.'

The overwhelming feeling of his lips and tongue soon became pleasant again. Sihtric knew what he was doing, licking you in such a way it pushed you to your edge, but just before you could finish, he stopped using his tongue and pressed soft kisses onto you. He kept edging you for nearly an hour, and you moaned hard when he finally allowed you to finish for a second time.

'God, Sihtric,' you said out of breath, 'I… I-,' your head was spinning as Sihtric kept going once again.

You felt your own juices, along with his saliva, run down your skin, soaking his bed, but Sihtric didn't care. He loved this, he loved to please a woman. And he hoped to please you so good, you'd want to see him again, hopefully during the day, for a lunch date or something of the likes.

Sihtric chuckled against your folds again, and he slowly slid two digits inside you as he kept using his tongue on you.

'Oh… god,' you moaned loudly.

Your hands found his hair and you pulled his braids, which caused him to let out a deep moan. Your body was trembling at the sensations. You had no idea you could come twice in one night, let alone maybe even a third time. You were overstimulated, and the feeling was overwhelming, but you loved it at the same time.

'Relax,' Sihtric cooed again, 'I know you got one more for me,' he smiled, 'give me one more, baby,' he whispered before he brought his mouth back down onto you again, moving his tongue along with his fingers.

'Oh my fucking god,' you murmured, your hands grabbed onto his bedsheet, and tears rolled down your face as you smiled out of breath.

'Come on,' Sihtric husked in between soft kitty licks, 'let me taste you once more, darling.' 

And with an almost animalistic growl, while your back was arched, you came for a third time, on his fingers and tongue. Sihtric dragged out your high, and when he pulled out his fingers, you fell back onto his bed, completely exhausted. 

He licked his fingers clean, then quickly grabbed his shirt.He wiped his face with a satisfied smile and climbed on his bed, laying down next to you. He rolled you on your side, and you looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

'Was that good for you?' Sihtric asked sweetly with his soft voice.

'Y-yeah,' you sighed with a tired smile, 'r…really good.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, and he cupped your cheek, kissing your lips softly, 'because it was really good for me too.'

He looked at you, his eyes scanning your beauty. He knew he had fallen in love with you earlier that night already, and he simply couldn't deny that anymore to himself.

'Will you stay the night?' Sihtric asked, tracing your face with his fingertips, 'I'd like to take you on a proper date tomorrow.'

You: how was your night?

Gisela: I think I may have a boyfriend now…

Gisela: yours?

You: I officially have a boyfriend now…

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook:

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 Part 1: I hate you

You hate how he acts, how he talks, how he treats you- like some dumb girl that's stupid enough to fall into his claws. But you're not that stupid. Or are you?

Tags/Warnings: mc hates kook, Angst, enemies to ???, past regrets, miscommunication, Fluff?, slow burn, sugar daddy Jungkook vibes, minor age gap, sexual thoughts, there's tension baby

Length: ~2k.

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If Jungkook wasn't 5'10" and basically spending half his time awake at the gym, you'd definitely fight him. Slap him at least- but again, only if he wasn't tall enough for you to need a chair to reach him.

He just gets onto your nerves.

His attitude, the way he carries himself, the way he acts as if he's in control of the entire room, even if there's people in it that are twice his age. Nothing seems to ever bother him, nothing makes him angry, or upset, or anything- he always has that shit-eating smirk on his face, making him oh-so punchable in your opinion. He's so aware of his own charming nature and ability to sweet-talk anyone into doing what he wants them to, that it just feels utterly unfair to you. Sure, he's attractive- but only visually so, on the surface level. As soon as he opens his filthy mouth to talk and brag about all the different adventures he's already been on (inside the bedroom and in general), you just want to vomit.

He's a fuckboy, deserving to get his penis bitten off.

Okay, maybe that's a bit drastic- but he's just incredibly irritating to you. Mostly because you just don't know where you both stand; He tends to belittle you in an odd manner that makes you confused if he's being nice or teasing you, whether he's offering an insult or a compliment. And the worst of all is that whenever he does outright give you praise of any kind, which mostly happens very fleetingly so you almost don't notice it, you can't get it out of your head for days.

It sticks to you like gum.

You remember, for example, when he had simply called you a 'good girl' after you had caught his credit card as it had slipped out of his hands and tumbled underneath his car- a place he would've had a lot more trouble with reaching than you, considering the height difference between the two of you. This moment, the tone of his voice, the slight chuckle he'd given you, the brush of his fingers against yours - it had stayed with you for almost an entire week after it had happened.

You hate this. It's ridiculous.

Jungkook is the brother of your former best friend - the two of you back in school - inseparable, but with her moving out of the country to pursue her studies, you simply lost touch. Jungkook, however, stayed behind, obtaining a large share in a pretty successful company, smart decisions, and hard work having brought him into the position he is in today. He doesn't need to worry about money any longer, and he won't ever have to again if he plays things smart, It led to him deciding to invest into things he knows will retain value overtime, making him buy a high-end apartment in Seoul's prettiest neighborhood- which is why when a waterpipe had broken in your old apartment, he'd been your last hope of finding somewhere to stay for the time it would take to fix and renovate the damage, your own flimsy savings not enough to cover weeks of hotel costs. It had surprised him, you know that - but you also remember how surprisingly kind he'd been, always making sure that you were comfortable. But with that also came frustration - because sometimes he acts as if he's older by a lot more than is actually the case between you both. Sure, he's already almost thirty, putting almost six years between you both, but still. You're not a stupid girl, and he should stop treating you like one.

For some reason, that's why your hatred really keeps burning.

Maybe because he just belittles you at any chance he gets. He seemingly refuses to see you as a woman, always describes you as a little girl, never takes you seriously. That, combined with your not so small crush you've had on him ever since your school days, just simply doesn't mix well. You hate this.

You hate him.

And unbeknownst to you, it's mutual.

Jungkook fucking hates you too.

He hates how you flaunt your figure any chance you get, just like now, as you're sitting on his friend's couch next to himself, naked thighs on full display for everyone in the room to see, black shorts living up to their name by being disgustingly short in his opinion. He's also sure you've skipped a bra for the movie night this time- your slightly perked nipples pushing against the fabric of your baggy shirt, freely moving tits underneath the black item of clothing just begging for his touch it seems. You're always like this, as if to mock him with what he can never have for himself, completely immune to any of his advances that it just made him stop trying at this point. What's the use for his charms if they just make you laugh at him at the end of the day?

He hates you so fucking much.

Especially now, with you so comfortable next to him. It's like your dynamic has shifted over the past six months- mutual friends making you hang out more often than not, and while you'd been so deliciously shy and easily flustered around him before, nowadays, it feels like you've kicked him right into the friendzone, no joke of his getting under your skin any longer. He knows you think Jimin is kind of cute- but he didn't think that it was enough to make you move on from him this fast. Or maybe he had hoped it wouldn't.

He's aware of your crush on himself after all. He's been relishing in it for a long time, his career and the falling out of touch with his sister and you after she'd started her studies abroad the main cause of him never making his move. He'd been waiting, pushing it further and further and further in front of him instead of doing something.

And now? It feels like he's lost his chance.

"Gimme that-" You whine so cutely, leaning over his lap to grab the bag of peach snacks from Taehyung sitting on the floor, and yes, now Jungkook can be one hundred percent sure- you're definitely braless, softness of your chest flush against his thigh for a moment, warmth seeping through the fabric of his sweatpants and making him internally rip his hair out. He's glad he's got some good self-control under his belt, otherwise he'd surely pop a boner right here and now, embarrassing himself in front of his best friends and you as well. Or maybe you'd be impressed. Who knows. How much could you even take in terms of.. size?

But oh, it gets so much worse, because it has become your life's mission to just make him suffer it seems.

You now decide to simply lay over his lap now- body warm over his thighs while you swing your legs back and forth behind you, fluffy socks on your feet hitting your butt every now and then while you're talking to Taehyung about some mistakes in the movie's plot- though Jungkook himself is not listening, the rhythmic rocking of your body over his legs from your own movements too much to handle for a simple mortal like himself. All he can think about is how much he just wants to spank the living hell out of you right in this position- hand itching to just place itself palm flat over one cheek and just, squeeze until you yelp.

You'd make such cute noises, he just knows. He'd been getting those little teasers of them all the time, after all. How much would it take for him to make you scream? And how much further could he push you until you're just fucked too stupid to form any sounds at all?

That thought alone spirals out of control in his head as he's suddenly getting visions of you underneath him, hands bound to the bedpost and body flushed and wet with sweat while he pounds into you until you're bruised. He hopes you like it rough- because he's sure if he ever got his hands on you, he'd push you to your limits and maybe even beyond, his hand grabbing your hair while he'd make you gag on his cock until you cry.

"Move a little, I gotta use the bathroom." Jungkook grunts, careful but strong in his actions as he maneuvers you off his lap so he can escape for a second, or two, or maybe he just needs to leave entirely because fuck.

He hates this.

Every time he's got someone over to try and somehow fuck it out of his system, all he can see is you, and it's becoming a problem. It makes him suffer continuously, unable to cum if he doesn't think of you in any way- and it's embarrassing to admit to himself, no pleasure enough for him if his brain isn't allowed to connect you to it.

He doesn't know how long he can take this. He has to get out of here right fucking now- he can't just jerk off now because he knows how flushed he gets afterwards, there's simply no way he could ever hide that from anybody. Why do you have to even look like that tonight? Why can't you just leave him alone?

Well, that one's easy.

He wont let you.

It's like he's turning from the sadist into the masochist every time you're with him like this, the pain and torture he has to endure completely his own choice at the end of the day. He knows you're like this, it's nothing new to him- you feel comfortable and relaxed around him, and he likes that, he feels honored by it in a way, really. But it's also a terrible curse, when in times like these, he can't even slightly hope for some divine intervention to give him that k-drama worthy experience of mind-blowing emotional sex after a heartfelt confession of love. He won't get that, because those fucking idiots always seem to be there to ruin it for him.

And whenever he's alone with you, he pretty much forgets about it, as stupid as it sounds.

He likes taking you along to trips and travels he's got to go on; not only for the sake of company, but also because you deserve to see the world and experience those luxuries as well. He likes spoiling you, he enjoys taking care of you in any way you allow him to- and yet, it again bites his ass like an untrained dog because it makes him loose his initial goal completely. It falls out of sight every time, and looking back at it, maybe it's just karma. It's a higher power punishing him for being so goddamn stupid every time.

He slept in the same hotel room with you for fuck's sake. He helped you tie your hair one time, routinely takes off your jewelry whenever he takes you along to expensive dinners. All of those perfect moments to make a move- and yet he never does.

Probably never will.

"You heading out already?" Jimin asks as everyone now turns to look at him as he grabs his jacket and car keys, walking over to where you're stills prawled out on the couch before he grabs his phone.

"Yeah, forgot I have a meeting tomorrow early, sorry." He simply apologizes, before he makes a goodbye gesture and heads out, door closing behind him.

"Bullshit." You mumble more or less to yourself. "Fucking liar. He's got the day off." You complain, and Taehyung laughs.

"Why so mad about it?" He wonders, poking at your stomach. "Little baby already miss her dad-"

"Don't you fucking finish that sentence kim taehyung!" You instantly argue, tackling him on the floor to playfight him-

all while Jungkook questions his life choices s he reaches home himself. There's no way his fucking boner is still present even after the entire drive home- and it makes him have to come up with a plan. Maybe this really is just simply sexual frustration and nothing else. Maybe just screwing you will help him become able to move on with his life.

The only question now is; how does he get you under his spell?

[chans-room]

Calling the Shots

Pairing: College basketball captain Yoongi x female reader

Genre: pure fluff/college au

Warnings: Seokjin is a lovable thot who kicks Yoongi out to hook up with people, pining from Yoongi, reader gets called a bitch by a rando, if I forgot anything let me know!!

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: This is part of a new series I’ve been working on for a while, and its mostly gonna come out in short pieces like this. I hope you like it :)

Next

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Meet by the scoreboard. Is it ok if someone joins us for dinner? She’s cool, dw

Yoongi read over the text as he stepped out of the locker room, scoffing as he walked. Leave it to Jin to turn a casual after-game dinner between roommates into an event. He really only hoped the poor girl wasn’t one of Jin’s latest conquests; he was exhausted and didn’t want to spend hours in the student lounge waiting for her to leave their joined room in tears so he could finally get some sleep.

Yoongi groaned, pushing past well wishers with a tight smile as he made his way across the court to the scoreboard. He didn’t see his broad shouldered friend anywhere, but found a girl, dressed in all black with her back turned to him.

A group of guys were surrounding her as she lounged on the bleachers, looking unimpressed as they spoke to her. “Come on, sweet thing, just give me a smile,” one of them leered at her, making her roll her eyes.

“Honestly, just fuck off,” she scoffed, directing her attention back to her phone.

“Hey, I’m talking to you—“ one of them said, moving to snatch her phone out of her hands.

“She told you to fuck off,” Yoongi said blankly, grabbing the guy by his wrist, “So I suggest you fuck off.”

“Whatever man, she’s an uptight bitch anyway,” one of them huffed as they dispersed, leaving Yoongi alone with her.

“Thank you,” she beamed at him, her eyes turning into little crescents as she scrunched her nose. “That was really nice of you, I was actually super uncomfortable.”

Yoongi could feel his face heating as he stared at her; she was by far the cutest girl he’d ever seen. She looked so pretty his hands started to shake as he stared at her.

The pure apathy on her face when she’d been surrounded by the other guys had been alluring, even from a distance. But now, her presence warmed him, her smile etching itself into his brain.

“O-oh, no problem,” he smiled back, “I’m—“

“Yoongo Boongo!” Jin’s voice boomed in the nearly empty gym, cutting him off. “I see you met my little sunspot,” he grinned as he walked up to them. The girl rolled her eyes, standing up from her spot on the bleachers to let Jin envelop her in a hug.

“I told you not to call me that,” Yoongi huffed before focusing on the girl now buried in Jin’s embrace, willing his chest to unclench at their closeness. “Min Yoongi, Jin’s roommate. I’m assuming you’re the one Jin texted me about?”

She smiled prettily, reaching her hand out to him as she removed herself from Jin’s arms as she told him her name. Yoongi found himself wanting her to be tucked into him like she’d just been with Jin, but settled for her small hand warming his cold, pale one. “It’s really nice to meet you! Jinnie keeps telling me about his sourpuss roommate, but you don’t seem too bad. I think someone has been exaggerating,” she teased Jin.

“See, this is why I haven’t introduced you two,” Jin complained. “I know you’re going to gang up on me and pretend like I’m the bad guy. But here we are. And daddy’s hungry, so let’s get a move on.”

“If you ever call yourself daddy again I will actually have to kill you,” she deadpanned, glaring at Jin, and Yoongi felt his fingertips go numb in excitement for her rejection of Jin’s fuckboy charms, before turning back toward Yoongi. “I know for a fact Jinnie promised you a celebratory dinner, so let’s go and make him pay for all our food.”

“You little gremlins! You would take advantage of me like that?“ Jin shouted as she looped her arm through Yoongi’s with another bright smile, pulling him toward the exit of the gym.

Yoongi knew he’d let her drag him anywhere she wanted as long as she smiled at him like that again. “So how do you know my roommate?” He asked lamely, making his ears warm, but her bell-like laugh filled his head and replaced all the self deprecating thoughts that began to creep in on him.

“Jinnie has always been around. Our families were close growing up. He’s like a brother to me,” she beamed, not knowing how her admission made his heart race.

Yoongi knew he usually never stood a chance against Kim Seokjin, he never had when it came to girls. It didn’t matter that Yoongi was the captain of the basketball team, and most girls did find him attractive; Jin was intimidatingly handsome, hilarious, charming, and an overall genuinely nice guy. Even if girls liked Yoongi – and were able to get past his cold exterior – once they found out he was friends with the Kim Seokjin, they dropped him immediately. But here she was, telling him he had a chance.

“O-oh,” he stuttered as she leaned into his shoulder with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Yah, you’re gonna give poor Yoongles a heart attack. He’s not used to pretty girls literally hanging off him,” Jin called from behind them, obviously texting someone as they walked across the parking lot.

“That’s a lie. He’s the captain of the basketball team and he’s gorgeous. But if other girls aren’t smart enough to see what they’re missing out on, I’m sure it’s only because you’re a whore, Seokjin,” she rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Yoongi, face turning red at her blatant compliment. “Is he as much of a heinous thot as I think he is?”

“Absolutely. He kicks me out of our dorm to hook up with strangers and leaves me to fend for myself until they get kicked to the curb,” Yoongi laughed, making her gasp in mock outrage.

“How horrible! Next time he does that, let me know. I’ll give you a place to crash so you don’t have to wander around campus like a stray cat,” she giggled, stopping at the bold, and far too expensive, car Jin chose to drive.

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly, making her nod, eyes rounding as she stared up at him, blinking innocently. He felt pinned down by her gaze, internally vowing to do whatever he needed to see that same look on her face again. The absolute rapt attention on him almost made him feel faint, and strangely vulnerable. It was like she saw all the way through him, directly to the deepest parts of himself he’d chosen to hide away, and it was oddly freeing.

A shy smile tore her eyes away from his as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, “We’re friends now, Yoongi.”

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[nikethestatue]

so confused how people see Az as an entitled fuckboi but still ship him with their beloved Gwyn when:

1. This man pined over Mor for 500 YEARS. Not days, hours - YEARS. He is 540 and pined over Mor for 500 of those??? Insane.

2. The reason he moved on from Mor was Elain - this is not debatable, that is canon text. Cassian (you know, lord of bloodshed, the MOST reliable narrator, Velaris fashion police) even notes Az has moved on. Nesta knows WHY Az has moved on. Az clearly shows he is at the very least, attracted to elain (obsessed, head over wings, but potato potahto I guess)

3. This man was tortured by his family. He does not have good self esteem. He already thinks his position as spymaster/lead torturer is bad, he is ashamed of his own hands and struggles with feeling worthy on a GOOD DAY. He knows it’s wrong to have feelings for Elain (bc she has a mate and he was ordered to stay away from her) but HE STILL HAS them. He can’t help it, he loves her?? Is that not the most heart wrenching thing youve heard?? How is he entitled when man himself doesn’t feel worthy of even touching her NECK???

Like how can you read that bonus chapter and say “yeah Az is an incel he is a fuckboi only lusting after elain” like this dude is clearly torturing himself with the feelings he has for her ?? How is he only after sex?? Do we want to whip out Cassian & Rhys’s POVs about their mates? The same thoughts.

It boggles my mind, truly, to attempt to understand gwynriel. elucien - I don’t ship but I do understand. They have been declared mates…that’s about all they have but at least that is there.

How can they be out here saying Az is evil incel fuckboi but then ship him with Gwyn… a priestess that was SA-ed and going on her own healing journey?? It makes no sense.

“Oh but elain needs light and azriel is just darkness she won’t be able to understand him” idk seems like it’s been said multiple times they understand each other without a single word.

“Elain can’t handle his darkness, Gwyn will heal him” … heal him how exactly? Through her laughter and song and pliable bones? Like she is not a therapist. She is bad with secrets (canonically). She can’t even leave the library. So what makes HER capable of handling “azriels darkness” like ?? What is she going to do someone please genuinely tell me? I would ask a gwynriel but they will get angry and tell me I’m a monster against SA victims or some bs.

Also what the actual hell is this so called “azriel’s darkness”?? Why we doing this “I can fix him” mentality in 2024? Sure man has got self image insecurity issues but it’s something HE has to fix … himself…

All I ever see from gwynriels is the craziest shit they are trying to pass off as theory because they literally hate elain!!? They ship elucien… only so it gets elain away from NC

They send her to spring court to be with tamlin and the flowers. They send her to day court to be with sunlight(? Even tho the night court has… sun…?)

They say she will turn evil. They say it’s only lust between them. They say she looks bad in black (this girl is described as having beauty to bring kings to their knees… I don’t think people care that she allegedly cannot pull off black)

They hate elain because elain is beautiful and kind and sweet and NOT a warrior and they don’t connect with her. And the loooooove azriel bc honestly a man who doesn’t say anything is just easier to shape to someone’s own fantasies. And they looove Gwyn because she is pretty enough (not devastating beauty) and vague enough that they can self insert.

And elain is also still a character in development. But the few things we know about her were apparently dammning enough that they have written her off completely.

But the fact is she’s the only character relevant enough and has shown an interest in azriel that is reciprocated. So why are we even fighting still? It’s been over since SJM wrote “death and the lovely fawn” even after she made her mated to Lucien.

He is only an incel fuckboi when it comes to Elain though. It's never with anyone else. With Gwyn he is a gallant hero.

Yeah, I never understood what qualifications Gwyn possesses to 'heal Azriel's trauma' especially considering her extremely, EXTREMELY limited life experience. She is 28, acting like she is 13, because she's lived in a closed environment all her life, had her basic chores, but everything was taken care of for her. Then she moved to the Library, where she is in the same situation. Not denying *her* trauma, but she barely dealt with it herself, and until Nesta, didn't do a very good job at it either. She only just began functioning, though still unable to join society and doesn't want to leave the Library. Even to go to a wedding! And this is the person they think is going to 'heal' Azriel's darkness? Can 500 year old 'darkness' even be healed? I feel like Azriel is what he is and I don't think there is much 'healing' that's going to happen. He is essentially Lorcan--he'd thaw for his girl, he'll be friends with Cassian and Nesta, and that's pretty much it. And the girl who'll accept him, who already accepted him is Elain.

Also, GA girlies need to remember that it's not a woman's job to 'fix' a guy and his 'darkness'. It's Azriel's responsibility, if he so desires.

Will never hear an Elriel talking about Elain 'healing Azriel's darkness'. Homeboy better take care of that himself because there is Dusk Court shit to take care of.

[luaspersona]

fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility. 

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures. 

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself. 

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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[that-one-pretty-bitch]

So, I was explaining the plot of Obey me! shall we date to @loekas​ 

And here it is:

FYI: Everyone in Obey me! is emotionally constipated as F U C K

I just know that the Obey me lovers are about to come for my soul

Lucifer- pride

Basically a total asshole and prick. He constantly overworks himself. He has threatened to kill the MC many many times. He punishes his brothers in cruel ways. ( A sadist ) To make things better though, he is hot, i’ll give him that.

Mammon- Greed

A thief, will fucking steal from you. He is the MC's best friend and fandom's favorite although he acts greedy like my little brother during Christmas so I fail to see the appeal and cry blood whenever I see smut on him bcz he acts like a spoiled 5 yr old brat who loves his mom but will never admit it. You could hold a gun to his head and force him to say it but he will not

Leviathan- Envy

What a loser, honestly. All my man does is play video games and simp over underage waifu's. ( YOU CANT TELL ME RURI HANNA IS NOT LIKE 8 ) He 10/10 has a body pillow. Also attempted to kill the MC, even though MC is his only friend ( thats sad ). A hardcore gen z and hated by a lot of the fandom. Shut in Otaku and a creepy discord mod.

Satan- Wrath

Daddy issues who?? Lucifer is his dad and he HATES when he is compared to Lucifer because spoiled brat doesn't want to be like that "ugly old man". He was created out of Lucifer's wrath when their sister died and since then everyone sees him as a replacement for their dead sister he hates it. The kind of guy who would smash random objects when angry bcz of temper tantrums. I don’t feel bad for him because??? Daddy issues??? Suck it up, Lucifer isn’t even that bad your just salty he’s hotter. Also purge that outfit rn, that's a crime to fashion.

Asmodeus- Lust

A boy but so girlypop??( No hate I love girlypop boys ) Probs fucked every human, demon and angel in existence. Gossip queen and mean girl. Never trust him with secrets, he would tell the entire school. Horny 24/7, honestly a big cheater and fuckboy. Regina George 2.0, will make fun of your outfit because he wants to look better. That pretty girl that you go to talk to but turns out she has a nasty attitude and talks shit about everyone?? Thats him. Then he gets mad when people call him ugly??? Also compliment fishing on Insta all the time.

Beel - Gluttony ( older twin )

Genuinely sweet. Himbo, super muscular?? He plays sports, that one high school jock that EVERY girl has a crush on. Crying and temper tantrums when he is hungry and not given food. Tried to eat MC when he got hungry- but he apologized to MC and now they are cool. Man child tbh

Belphegor - Sloth ( younger twin )

I bet y’all were WAITING for my opinion on this one

I hate you. Murderer, literally everyone hates him. Nobody in the fandom likes him because he actually succeeded in killing the MC but they were brought back to life by the demon king and his butler. Dangerous mf, MC forgives him though?? Once you get to know him he is just a sleepy baby that wakes up with murder on his mind lol. But then again EVERYONE tried to kill MC, he was the only one that succeeded. Ngl he is pretty bad at pretending to be a defenseless human, I didn’t fall for it but the game made me go in there anyway.

Simeon- angel

My man could rail me but he would hate me irl. Holy man, jesus is good you all are unholy. Sweet? Kind? Talented writer? Grandpa that can't learn to use devices no matter what?? Everything I need in a man. Wears a slutty outfit but acts like he is all angelic and kind. Like- ✨sinful shoulders✨

Solomon- Sorcerer

Grandpa Sol. Can’t cook to save his like, Yor Forger level but even worse. Never eat his cooking, even Beel refuses to eat that monstrosity. Makes the most annoying dad jokes ever like stfu. Sussy Baka fr fr

Luke- cute baby angel

Simeon's adopted son, MC is his role model ( much to Simeon's dismay ) bcz my MC be unholy asf. Loves baking MC sweet things ( Luke pls can I marry your dad-? ) but hates when MC flirts with his father figure ( Isn't stopping me ) He is a chiwawa as per EVERYONE. Woof woof

Barbatos - Hot butler

The demon prince's hot servant, I like the butler kind. Would probably smile while insulting the shit out of you. WIll make you regret all your life decisions. Also has time manipulation where he can look into the future and stop it from happening by turning back time. The demon prince's father figure.

Could you please take me back to when I failed my math test and help me fix it-?

Lord Diavolo- Demon Prince

Demon prince, spoiled child, himbo, MC's source of secret income. When Lucifer doesn't let the MC or brothers do something they talk Lord Diavolo into changing Lucifer's mind. Biggest sweet tooth ever. Daddy Issues 2.0. Sugar daddy material, probably has a secret relationship with Lucifer.

Mc- Human

The most insane human being to ever exist.

[roosterforme]

Old Habits Die Hard Part 13 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: With graduation rapidly approaching, Bradley treats you to a spring break like no other.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut and fluff

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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The movie theater was cheap and kind of shitty. But on Sunday afternoon, when Bradley asked you if you wanted to go see a movie he was pretty sure you didn't actually want to see, you wholeheartedly agreed.

"We can kick off our spring break. Maybe you should change into a skirt?" he casually suggested as he grabbed his phone and his wallet from his desk. 

Then Bradley watched you peel off your tight jeans and drop them onto his bed. They were followed by your underwear, and Bradley thought about skipping the movie and fucking you right here in his room.

"You going to be cold walking to the movie like that, Sugar?" he asked, practically panting as you slid your skirt up over your naked legs and your bare pussy. 

"Will you warm me up when we get there?" Your voice was so sweet and innocent, completely at odds with the filthy look you were giving him. 

"I'll warm you up," he promised, wrapping you up in one of his sweatshirts for the walk. 

The early March air was chilly, and Bradley watched you struggle with your skirt whenever the wind picked up. The movie theater was pretty empty with everyone away for break, but you led him to seats in the last row anyway. He had never taken a girl out before you, so he was already smiling from the memories of the last time you and he were here. 

"These seats okay?" you asked him, still using that sweet voice. 

"Looks good, Sugar."

You casually eased yourself down into the seat next to him, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. 

"Good thing nobody else sat back this far," you whispered as the previews started. 

Bradley grunted, touching your neck and playing with your hair. His cock was twitching a bit as the lights dimmed, and you leaned into his touch. 

This part genuinely felt so good, that Bradley sat for a while with you pressed up against him. Your head was resting on his shoulder, and you were kind of snuggled up with your legs curled under you. When you turned your face to kiss him, he let himself get lost in you. The movie faded into the background as you smiled against his mouth. He could almost feel your soft laughter as you unzipped the sweatshirt he had put on you.

"Bradley?" You took his hand and guided it up your leg. He forced himself to go slow, if for no other reason than to watch your face as you got turned on by him. 

You sat back in your seat and spread your legs wide for him. You were pretending to watch the movie, and he was watching you. As soon as the pad of his thumb reached your slit, Bradley watched your head tip back against the headrest.

"You're already wet," he groaned, slipping two fingers inside you and making you gasp. 

If anyone looked back this way, they would probably know what was going on. You were riding his fingers while he stroked your clit so slowly. Bradley could hear you whimpering soft, pitiful noises, and when the volume of the music in the movie got louder, he fucked you hard and fast with his hand until you came for him.

Then you spend some time sucking his fingers clean and licking his palm until he was afraid he might actually cum in his pants. 

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You barely made it back inside the Beta house before Bradley was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. 

He had let you tease him during the walk back from the movie, rubbing yourself against him at every crosswalk and kissing him the whole way.

"Fuck," he moaned when you walked in and got up on the beer pong table, your skirt up around your waist was leaving nothing to the imagination. You looked at him, and the expression of pure lust on his face had you biting your lip. 

"You like that, Beer Boy?" 

He reached his hand between your legs and stroked you once with one long finger. "Don't you dare move. Gotta get a condom." His voice was deep and raspy, and he squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh before dashing out of the room with his dick hanging out of his jeans. 

You waited for him, getting more worked up as you thought about how many times you and he had been at parties together when this room was completely packed with people. Now he was going to fuck you here. Right where he taught you how to play beer pong like it was a math equation. 

"Sugar." He was grunting as he rolled a condom on and stood between your legs. Gently, he nudged your legs wider, teasing you with his fingertips along your wet slit. Then with one fluid movement, he was fully inside you, filling you up in the most delicious way with his big penis.

A giggle escaped your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"What's funny, Sugar?" he asked, pushing your skirt a little higher around your waist and grabbing your hips.

You moaned as he started moving. "I told Jeff last week that he must have a tiny dick based on the way he acts."

Bradley chuckled too, stroking his thumbs along your skin. "You're too good for his little dick. You wouldn't be satisfied."

You giggled again until Bradley started fucking you hard. Then you were just moaning non stop as he filled you over and over. When his lips met yours in a kiss that was so soft compared to the way he was pounding you, he nipped you before whispering, "I think you need me. I think I can make you feel good."

"Bradley!" you gasped as the table jerked and jolted a few inches across the floor. But he wasn't listening, just thrusting. His soft hairs met your clit as he moved, and soon you were squeezing and grinding and coming around him.

"You do make me feel good."

With a smile, Bradley led you upstairs to his room. When you paused and ran your hand across Sugar written on the door, Bradley kissed you. He hadn't repainted the door. He told you he was never going to repaint the door again. 

He flicked on his US Navy desk lamp, the soft glow so familiar to you now. He had been so good to you, never once making you doubt he was a good boyfriend. 

You wrapped your arms around him. "I can't believe we get a whole week here together."

"Just us," he replied, selecting a Grateful Dead playlist before wrapping his arms around you as well. "Can I change you into my shirt now? You look cute like this, with your skirt all wrinkly and your sweater bunched up. But I want to snuggle."

You nodded, and Bradley slowly undressed you, well given the small amount of clothing you were actually wearing, and pulled his tie dye shirt over your head. 

"Do you ever listen to anything besides the Grateful Dead?" you asked with a teasing smile as you knelt on his bed.

Bradley watched you carefully as he got himself undressed down to his underwear. "It was my mom's favorite band. We listened to them together... a lot."

Your smile grew instead of shrinking. "Then that's why you know every lyric," you told him, pulling him into bed as well.

Bradley snorted and gathered you into his arms. "How would you know if I knew all the lyrics, Sugar? I never sing out loud."

You just shrugged against him as he held you close. "I can tell. By the way you hum along and kind of how you move when a song of theirs is playing."

Bradley ran one big palm up the back of the shirt, finally settling on the middle of your back. He could feel your eyes getting tired and drifting closed almost immediately. The week of midterms had been exhausting, and you were so happy to have some time here alone with Bradley for the next few days. So you let yourself snuggle in a little tighter against him, burrowing underneath the blankets.

As you started to drift off into a very comfortable sleep, he sang for you. 

You don't know how easy it is. You don't know how easy it is to love you.

You let him finish the song before you wrapped your arm around his middle. "Of course you know all the words, Beer Boy. And your voice is pretty, too."

The last thing you could remember was his soft chuckle as you dozed off. 

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Bradley had a lot of fun taking you along with him on his daily routine. Especially because this included things like showering with you.

"Too hot!" you gasped when you ducked inside the shower curtain with him. Bradley had taken the time to painstakingly clean his bedroom and bathroom for you. For his girlfriend. He wanted you to feel appreciated. 

"Better?" he asked, turning the temperature down as he blocked the shower stream with his body. 

"Mmhmm," you hummed, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him. 

It was late Monday morning. You had lured him back to bed after he got up to use the bathroom, and you had both fallen asleep for another hour. Bradley found himself breaking all of his routines for you. Honestly, the idea that he would spend a week on a pretend spring break with a girl should have been laughable. And don't get him started on his bedroom door. 

But you were different. Everything about you was different and better. He groaned as you sunk your capable fingers into his wet hair and started to wash it for him. 

"Feels good," he managed to say as he eyes drifted closed. You were touching him everywhere, but still not initiating anything physically sexual. You were kissing his face and talking softly to him, but you were letting him just enjoy being near you. 

"What's on the agenda for today?" Your voice sounded like you were smiling, but he kept his eyes closed to your welcome touch.

"I bought actual breakfast food. Not just cereal. I'll cook something for you. Then I was thinking a movie marathon in the afternoon, followed by toasting marshmallows at the kitchen stove. I'll crank the heat up so it's more comfortable for later. Sound okay?"

When your fingers paused in his hair, he cracked one eye open and looked at you. "What?"

You pressed your lips together, and Bradley stroked his fingers along your tattoo. "Sounds perfect, actually."

Bradley grinned. "You already got into your dream school, Sugar. You deserve a break."

So after Bradley dressed you in his gym shorts and tee shirt, he lured you down to the kitchen for some scrambled eggs and breakfast beer. He sat you on the counter where Tyson makes his sandwiches, and you told him all about the University of Chicago. 

"So they have a state of the art math department with better computers than UVA could ever hope to have. And one of the professors won a Nobel prize."

Bradley grinned at you as he scooped some eggs into a plate. "Sounds like you'll fit right in then."

Your smirk and eyeroll did not conceal the pleased look you were giving him. "How are you going to fit in when you get to flight training? They don't serve breakfast beers in the Navy, Beer Boy." 

Bradley watched you hold your bottle up in the air before taking a sip.

"Well I didn't get into the program yet."

"You will," you promised him with a firm nod.

"And I can be serious about things when I want to be. For example, I'm serious about you, Sugar." 

Bradley handed you the plate and a fork, and you took a small bite without meeting his eyes.

"Are you?"

Bradley nodded. "I told you I wouldn't fuck up again."

"I believed you."

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You whiled the afternoon away in Bradley's bed, watching movie after movie and falling asleep with him snuggled up against your back. 

"I'm surprised you're not making me watch some hippie concert footage or something," you told him with a yawn. You were still exhausted from midterms. 

He chuckled behind you. "Don't tempt me. I do have a DVD." 

"I'm sure you do." 

You stretched your arms and arched your back against him. It had started raining, and Bradley had turned the heat up in the house. You couldn't think of anywhere you would rather be, and as you rolled over on his arms, he kissed your nose.

"Let's go downstairs," he whispered against your lips. "I'm starving."

"S'mores for dinner?"

"Better than real food," he confirmed. 

You grinned at him. "You know this is going to require bathing suits, right?" 

Bradley started kissing your neck. "Am I gonna be able to see your tattoo with your bathing suit on?" 

You started laughing as he pinned you down on the bed. "Only one way to find out."

"Put it on. I'll meet you downstairs," he said, climbing off of you and grabbing his swim trunks from a dresser drawer. 

You waited until he was gone before you got out of his bed. You took your time digging around in your bag. How was it going to work, being in Chicago while Bradley was taking a tour of the US? 

You glanced at his Navy desk lamp before you turned it on. The soft glow that filled the space was warm and welcoming. You would always associate the feeling you had at this moment with Bradley. 

When you pulled your bikini out of your bag, you stripped Bradley's shorts and shirt off and folded them, setting them down next to the lamp. He would definitely be able to see your tattoo, and you already felt a little giddy. 

You pulled on the bottoms and tied the top, but before you headed for the kitchen, you grabbed Bradley's bathrobe. 

"Hi," you announced when you strolled in. 

He had been setting up chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers on the counter, but his eyes snapped up to look at you. 

"Nice trunks," you said with a snort. "It's so patriotic to wear the American flag across your dick."

"You can be equally patriotic and take them off me whenever you want. Now why don't you show me what you're wearing under my bathrobe, Sugar?"

You shrugged out of the soft robe that smelled like your boyfriend and let him look at you. Your suit was all black and very basic, but Bradley's fingertips were skimming across your tattoo immediately.

"Wish I could have taken you to the beach," he whispered. "You look so good."

You rubbed yourself against him with a giggle, and he scooped you into his arms. "Stop distracting me," he growled, setting you down next to the refrigerator. "It's like an assembly line of everything sweet: marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers and Sugar."

You laughed and pulled him closer for a kiss. "You're very charming, Beer Boy. It's unexpected."

He rubbed his hands together. "Now, how do you like your marshmallows?"

"Practically burnt."

"Very good." He kissed you and handed you his phone as his Grateful Dead playlist started playing. "You're in charge of the music while I make the goodies, as long as you don't try to change the playlist."

"We'll just see about that," you murmured, scrolling through his other playlists while he skewered a few marshmallows and turned on the stove.

You watched Bradley's muscular back as he worked, turning the marshmallows with intent, making sure they were roasting evenly. He didn't rush the process, and he looked adorable with the tip of his tongue peeking out of his mouth. 

When you glanced back down to his phone to switch songs, your heart sank. You gasped as a text appeared. It was a photo of Phoebe. She was topless at the beach, her fingers doing barely anything to conceal her nipples.

"Should I just make you two s'mores to start with, Sugar? And I was joking before; I can make you real food, too, if you want." 

Bradley was completely relaxed while your heart was pounding in your throat. You wanted to snap his phone in half. You opened the text and noticed that this photo was the only thing in the thread. 

You swallowed hard. "Have you talked to Phoebe lately?" You tried for a casual tone, tried to keep your foot bouncing to the music. 

"Hell no. Except when she chased me down for a minute on campus last week. But it was stupid. I deleted her out of my phone." He was still completely calm as he smiled at you and started to assemble the s'mores. 

One more glance down at the photo and you noticed that it was sent from an unnamed phone number. So he was telling you the truth. You even scrolled through his address book and didn't come across her name, or very many names at all, actually. And now you felt a little guilty. 

But not too guilty. Because you really fucking hated Phoebe and the way she treated Bradley.

"Try a bite?" he asked, holding up a perfectly made s'more for you to take a nibble. 

You bit into it and then watched him devour most of it in one bite. "It's good," you whispered, tapping his phone camera discreetly. "But you got a little chocolate on your lip."

"Oh yeah?" 

You closed the inches between his mouth and yours, and licked the sweetness off of his lip. You took a few selfies with his camera while you pulled his lower lip between your teeth and made out with him. You managed to snap a few while he was reaching in the front of your top with one hand and untying your suit with the other. 

"You know, smart girl, you made me a promise that if I did really well on my midterms, I could have a treat."

You set his phone down and tipped your head back while he played with your breasts. 

"You want to fuck my tits and cum on my tattoo?" you whispered softly.

"Please, Sugar," he groaned.

"Well? How did you do on your exams?" you managed to ask with an authoritative tone.

"Aced them all, Doctor Sugar."

You grabbed him by the back of his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. Bradley moaned into your mouth and tipped you back, turning you so you could stretch out along the counter. Then he jumped gracefully up as well, straddling your waist. 

You grinned up at him, running your foot along his leg. "You know, Beer Boy, I don't think it's mathematically possible for me to graduate with a GPA lower than 3.95."

"Let me go get a condom, so I can fuck you stupid."

He made to jump down from the counter, but you held him in place with both hands on his shoulders. You nibbled nervously on you lip, and he started to look concerned. 

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, searching your face. "Did I do something?"

You shook your head. "Do you always use a condom, Bradley?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Every time."

"Could we....not?"

His eyes went wide as he froze on top of you. "You want to have sex with me without a condom?"

You licked your lips before you whispered. "I just want to feel it. I never did before."

"Me neither," he said, practically panting.

"And then you can cum on my tattoo."

Bradley kissed you hard, the back of your head pressing into the counter. You could feel him working his fingers inside your suit bottom, teasing you before he pulled the fabric to the side. 

Bradley released your lips and met your eyes as he pushed himself against you. "Oh, Sugar." He was gasping as he filled you up, inch by inch. His face was twisted as if in agony inches above yours. "Fuuuuuck."

You could feel him. Really feel him inside you. It was incredible. A soft moan escaped your lips as Bradley pumped himself in and out of you a few times, groaning about how good you felt to him. The expressions on his face had you so excited, you felt yourself clench.

"I can't. I'll cum," he whispered, as if to himself, before he withdrew from you. "God damn it, Sugar."

You took Bradley's hands in yours, and let him play with your tits. Then you guided him up so that he was rubbing himself along the valley between your breasts, still so wet from being inside you. He was grunting and groaning, thrusting himself against you, chanting your next with each long stroke. And when you let your tongue swipe along his tip to taste yourself on him, he paused so you could suck him harder.

"Shit," he growled after a moment, palming his length in one big hand and jerking himself off. "You're too much." You watched him come all over your chest and your ribs, coating your tattoo in white, and spreading it with his fingers as he caught his breath. 

He looked at you as you guided his fingers between your lips to taste him. Bradley stroked your cheek with his fingertips, as he said, "Let me get you cleaned up."

When he eased himself off of the counter and went to get some paper towels, you grabbed Bradley's phone. Quickly you replied to Phoebe's text with the photo of Bradley feeling you up, your lips all over his. Then you deleted the messages and blocked the number. 

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Sugar is an icon. Thanks for reading this story, because I have loved writing it. Big thanks as always to @mak-32

PART 14

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