#everytime something comes on shuffle i’m like . this FUCKS

[ilostyou]

guys midnights is so good

[mellowsaturns]

you’re my purpose

JOEL MILLER X READER

summary: you and joel get into a fight after he refuses to let you come with him to find his brother

warnings: angst with a happy ending, fluff, protective!joel, argument, hurt/comfort, allusion to an age gap, slight mentions of grief and loss, bad communication skills, confessions 

wc: 1.2k

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Like many days before, you’re making your way over to Joel’s unprompted.

He gets grumpy when you do that because you live on the other side of the QZ and he doesn’t like you making the journey over.

But like always, you don’t listen to him.

It’s not your fault he gave you a spare key or the fact that his place is significantly better than yours.

When you enter, you do the secret whistle to let him know it was you before locking the door from behind.

Silence greets you—then the noise of rushed shuffling. “Joel?” you say softly, and seconds later he comes out of the bedroom and stuffs a shirt into his bag that’s laying on the kitchen table.

“Are you going somewhere?” you ask in confusion.

He looks up at you with guilty eyes then clears his throat. “I’m leaving.”

You start to panic just slightly. “What do you mean you're leaving?”

“I need to go find Tommy.”

You sigh. “I’m sure he’s fine, Joel. You know how he is.”

He looks down and lets out a breath. “No… It’s… Something’s wrong. It’s been a week and no signal.”

You see the nervous look in his eyes and your heart aches for him. But leaving the QZ? That was a suicide mission—and if you remember correctly, Tommy was heading to fucking Wyoming. That was days from here.

If he wanted to put himself in danger then so be it, but you would be right behind him. You would go wherever he would. “Let me come with you, then.”

Looking away, he crosses his arms as if he already expected you to say that. “You know you can’t,” he remarks.

“Joel,” you say his name slowly. “I want to come with you.”

“No,” he gruffs, “You can’t come with me. That’s final.”

“Why? You know I’m perfectly capable of—” you start to argue, but he’s not even listening to you, now opting to dig through his bag instead.

You huff and stalk towards him, yanking the bag out of his hand and throwing it to the other side of the table. “You’re not even listening to me.”

His jaw ticks. “You’re not fucking going. I’m not going to say it again.”

“I don’t understand you. I know how to fucking defend myself so I don’t see why—”

“Because you’re going to slow me down. Don’t you see? You’re just going to be extra baggage!” he shouts.

The words come out of his mouth and into the world, unable to be taken back.

You shut your lips and your tongue goes dry.

Baggage. You were baggage to Joel. You had always thought you were a companion of sorts, a friend, a partner, perhaps even something more (not that Joel would ever admit it). But you were just extra baggage. A burden.

Has he always seen you this way? Suddenly, the walls were closing in on you.  

Rubbing at his mouth, he sighs. “That’s not wh—”

You raise your hand to stop him. “No, I understand. You don’t need to explain anymore,” you say with a shaky breath.

Turning around, you blink a few tears away. However, before you could walk away he grabs your wrist and spins you back around.

He says your name with that low honeyed voice of his. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You’re not a burden.”

You know Joel was never the best at verbally expressing his feelings—acts of service were more his forte, but you can’t keep doing this anymore.

It’s your turn to get angry now. “Then what do you mean? I’m not a psychic, I can't try and read your damn mind everytime!”

His jaw is tense—he’s nervous, you conclude. You give him a minute but silence still surrounds the two of you. “Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?” you ask, voice defeated. “God—” you pause, wiping away a stray tear, “Was I suppose to come here one day and find out then? How can you expect me to live without knowing what happened to you or when you were going to return?”

Letting out a small sniffle, you choke out, “Do I mean that little to you?”

“You know that’s not true,” he says, short and direct.

“Then why won’t you let me come with you?” you grit out.

“Because if you get hurt, I will never forgive myself!” He brings your hands together and holds them with shaky hands, a rare moment of vulnerability. “I can’t… I can’t go through that again. I can’t lose you too,” he confesses, voice trembling.

When you look into his eyes, he’s looking at you as if you meant the entire world to him. But doesn’t he see that in your eyes too?

“But… but what if I lose you?” you whisper. “Have you ever thought about that?”

“It’s different,” he replies. “It’s not the same.”

“What do you mean it’s not the same. If I lost yo—”

“You have a whole life ahead of you. If something happened to me, you can still bounce back from it. But if… if I lost you—” he chokes out, “I don’t think… I wouldn’t have a purpose anymore.”

There.

Joel was always a stoic man. He never let his emotions dictate his actions and most importantly, he never let his emotions show because that was weakness. But this, his confession to you, his greatest worry is finally out.

He laid his heart out on the floor—and it was yours.

It’s a wonder Joel even has the ability to feel anymore. But he does—and you’re the reason for it. You’re consuming his heart. You who just showed up and kept appearing again and again, bringing a little normalcy and humanity back into his life. Asking him about his days, making him feel like a human again. He spent years bordering up his heart and shutting people out, but it turns out, there was a spot he missed—one where you managed to creep in and lit a hearth and made home.

So he couldn’t help but feel overprotective of you, because you’re one of the only few things left that’s worth something to him.

“Don’t you see? I can’t lose you.”

You let out a whimper, knowing too well what he was implying. “Joel,” you say, bringing your hand to cup his face. “Please don’t say that,” you plead. “Nothing’s going to happen to you and nothing’s going to happen to me, okay?”

It doesn’t matter if he never says those three little words to you because he just did, in his own way.

You pull him into your arms and he leans against you. “I understand you’re trying to protect me, but I wish you would’ve at least talked to me about it.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he mutters against you. “I was scared and just wanted you to be safe.”

You hum, rubbing circles against his back. “I know. But you do know your aim is shit, right? You should be more concern about that.”

He chuckles at that and you feel the vibrations of his chest against your own, bringing a small smile to your face too.

“And you do know that I’m not going to listen to you, right? I’m coming.”

“I know,” he says.

You pull away and gently stroke his cheek before pressing a small chaste kiss where your thumb was just seconds ago.

“Wherever you go, I go.”

Because there would be no one else. Joel was your only reason you kept on fighting too.

[gloryy-vs]

i LOOOVE your acc so much, so when i saw that you’re taking nsfw requests, i just knew you’ll be doing the requests’ justice 😮‍💨 that neteyam with a breeding kink one was wheeeew.

could i request a reader who grew up with neteyam her entire life, the both of them used to telling each other everything. but neteyam doesn’t know how to tell her about his first wet dream being about her, and now he just feels awkward when she’s near bcause it’s all he can think about. reader picks up on him distancing himself and follows him out one night, not knowing he was trying to find a quiet place to masturbate. reader keeps on prying him since she’s been annoyed at the fact that he’s been avoiding her and now he’s telling her to leave, so neteyam ends up bursting and just telling her the truth. idk, like change up the entire thing if you want, i honestly just want more neteyam content but in your writing 🫶 thank you!

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u horny mfs.

yes. but what if we turned this into mutual masturbation

characters: 21 yr old neteyam x 20 year old na’vi!reader

rating: NSFW. masturbating, wet dreams, praising

a/n: just so we’re all on the same page. neteyam might be “ooc” because these are characters that aren’t showcased in a nsfw or horny way, so their kinks/sex life is up to interpretation. that’s why i have people send requests in. 🫶🏻

not proof read cus i’m lazy.

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It was painful being near you, knowing what went through his mind everytime he saw you walk by, bend over or emerge from the crystal waters. Seeing you soaked from head to toe was insufferable for Neteyam. You could tell something was bother him, especially by how he didn’t hang around you as often as you two used to when you were much younger. Every time you’d come by to join the group you could feel the awkwardness radiating from the 8 foot man, and he’d shuffle away after making up some kind of excuse.

You two were almost never alone, her make sure of it, immediately walking in the opposite direction and cursing himself silently if he saw you try and get near him. His confidence and slight ego broke down whenever he was around you. You were quite frankly sick of it. During the clans hunting time, you eyed the male Na’vi , seeing him abandon his siblings to a farther area on the shore. While he walked off you excused yourself from your newly made Metkayina friends, following after your old friend.

Neteyam found himself alone for a bit, the memory of the wet dream he had of you flashing through his head. He leaned himself against the rock, palming at his hard on and picturing you, bent over in front of him teasingly, begging for his warmth. His fantasy was cut short with the sound of your voice coming closer. “Nete? You hear..?” He heard you call out, immediately yanking his hand away from himself and crossing his legs over while standing.

“Y-yeah. Here. What is it? What’s up?” He said quickly, trying to dismiss your presence. You noticed he couldn’t even look you in the eye. his face contorted in thought.

“What’s up with you? You never hang around me anymore..” You trailed off while your hand found a spot on his toned and muscular arm. He drew a sharp breath, raising his head while looking down at you. “Just gotta get some space. New environment I guess.” Neteyam tried to convince you, but you still felt off. You squeezed his arm reassuringly , causing him to lick his lower lip anxiously while avoiding your eyes again. He squinted them shut and struggled to look at you again. It was eating him alive.

“Are you sure? I mean, we’ve always done like, everything together. I’m here if you need me, whatever you need me for I can do it.” You said, trying to look at him muscled body and soft lips without making it obvious. The way he presented himself as nonchalant and almost rough had you entranced. Neteyam rolled his eyes impatiently, gripping your shoulders tightly. He lowered his head to level yours, staring into your eyes.

“I need you. It’s fucking eating at me looking at you right now as if I don’t dream of your body every night.” He shook you lightly, searching for the right words. “Everything about you just fucking draws me in, thinking about you bent over, underneath me, on top of me. Everything.” He said.

He let go of you, rubbing his face in his hands, visibly tensed up from how hard he still was. Seeing your eyes widen at each sentence he said, it drove him crazy how you didn’t even seem opposed, with your mouth hanging open slightly. You stood there, watching him fight a battle within himself. You’d be lying to him and yourself if you didn’t think of similar scenarios, except not as often as the male did. You leaned against the rock behind you, fingers hesitantly playing with the knots in your loincloth. Neteyam stared at you, his hands dropping from his face. Your eyes dropped from his to his waist, his hard on clearly visible behind the thin fabric. It only entice your more.

“I told you I’d help you, didn’t I? Let me help you, Nete.” You said, holding your chin up while letting your cloth drop to the sand by your feet. He looked so relieved, thankful you didn’t think of him as a pervert. Neteyam removed his own cloth, surprising you with his girth and length. A perfect mix of both. You eyed the clear liquid pooling at his tip, biting your lip at the sight. Taking your index and middle finger, you brought them to your blue lips, sucking them and covering them in your saliva before taking it down south. Rubbing your clit in soft circles, you lifted up your right foot to press against the rock behind you, showcasing all of yourself to him. Neteyam looked desperate, already pumping his cock slowly, matching the pace at which your fingers were moving.

Seeing his reaction to your body grew your confidence and so you slipped a single finger inside of your gummy walls, leg twitching in response. You couldn’t resist, and added in another digit to press against your g-spot as you fingered yourself, watching Neteyams pace quicken as well.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.” He said softly, but his eyes appeared lustful, staring at how your fingers intricately pumped in and out of you. Neteyam gripped his cock, his hand easily pumping him from the amount of pre cum collected from before. He angled his head, eyes darting from his cock to your soaked cunt. He imagined stretching you out, hearing you small whimpers and gasps as he easily slipped inside of you. The thought was too much, and his hips bucked aggressively. Your hand started moving faster, bringing your left hand over to run fast circles against your hard clit. Your body was growing overstimulated, a peaking feeling growing in your stomach at each thrust.

“I wanna feel you Nete, I wanna feel you deep in me.” You said, head thrown back as you fought your bodies demands to stop before you bursted. His breaths became more vocal, the sound of his hand stroking his thick cock grew louder as well. “Cum for me baby, please. Let me see what that pussy can do. I cant wait to feel you wrap around this cock like the slut you are.” He grew hungrier for you, eyes staring intensely at how fast your fingers were moving inside your already swollen hole.

That’s what sent you over the edge, your fingers burying deep inside of you as you orgasmed all over your hand. You whined, grinding your clit against your hand to come down from the sudden climax. Releasing a string of moans, you saw Neteyam suck in air between his teeth, pumping himself as fast as he could before his own cum spurted out, some landing on the sand while the rest dripped down his hand from the tip. His hips bucked into his hand, all while he tried to catch his breath. His golden eyes raked over your body, eyes meeting yours. You seemed hungry and impatient, and he knew just from that. This was far from over.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Be Mine

modern!benji x fem!reader

Summary: You and Benji are best friends in a band and seem to be the only ones blind to your chemistry. Your fans and band mates never cease to point this out and it’s got you both thinking about each other in a different light. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, a single cigarette, fingering, p in v, oral(f receiving), unprotected, age gap, praise kink ig

Authors Note: request from @chainsawsangel, the subtle 5sos mention is crazy of me

Word Count: 3.2k 

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We shuffle back into the venue waving back to our fans as the doors shut behind us. I drape across Benji as we make our way back to the dressing room with our other two members. I’m thankful to our loyal fans who come see us. We’ve been trying to grow out of smaller venues and tonight is the first time we’re playing at a place that doesn’t consider itself a bar first. 

“We should make a jar where we have to put a dollar in everytime someone asks if you two are together yet.” our drummer, Michael, tosses himself back onto the couch. 

“We’re just friends.” I sigh claiming the other couch and Benji lays across my lap.

“Yeah, I can see that.” our bassist, Ash, raises his eyebrow and shakes his head. 

I sigh and toss my head back. I lift Benjis head from my lap as I get up to go change in the bathroom. I don’t know what to tell our band mates. We just spend a lot of time together and have the same sense of humor. I didn’t think they felt so deeply about the fans asking about it. 

“Stop pouting and come out.” Benji calls through the door and I roll my eyes at the smile that spreads across my face. 

“I’m not pouting.” I open the door glaring up at him. 

“What do you call this then?” he squeezes my cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Benji,” I bat his hand away huffing. 

“Can you two fuck already?” Michael shouts from across the room. 

“That sounds like you need to put a dollar in the jar.” Benji smiles over his shoulder at them. 

“Fuck off.” they laugh back. 

I turn back into the bathroom using the stained mirror to finish getting ready while Benji sits on the floor watching me. I guess I never really put much thought into us being more than friends. Of course I find him attractive but I always figured he wouldn’t go for me since he’s a few years older. Now I can’t stop glancing at him in the mirror and to my surprise every time he’s already looking at me with dark eyes. 

“What’re you looking at?” I lock eyes with him in the mirror. 

“My beautiful and amazing friend and bandmate.” he hums and I roll my eyes at him. 

“Not helping with the accusations.” I purse my lips turning to him. 

“Fuck what they say.” he shrugs wrapping his hands around my ankle and up my calf as he looks up to me. 

“Benji,” my voice is more breathy than I’d like it to be. 

“Hm?” he looks up to me with a smirk. 

“Go get dressed. We’re on stage in thirty.” I go to turn but he tightens his grip on me. 

“Should we match tonight?” his fingers trail up my thighs and play with the edge of my skirt. 

“Do you have a skirt to match?” I raise my eyebrow and wrap my hand around his wrist pulling him up. 

“Black pants and a matching shirt will do the job.” he rises towering above me. “Although, I think we should switch shirts to get the point across.” his fingers dance along the exposed skin of my waist. 

“You wanna wear a crop top?” I look up to him while plucking his fingers off of me. 

“You don’t think I can pull it off?” he pouts. 

“Let’s see if you can.” I smirk and begin to pull my shirt off. 

“Don’t start something we can’t finish right now.” his voice low as he stops my hands. “I’ll go find you a shirt and be right back.” 

I don’t know what’s in the air between us today. His touch on my skin that’s normally innocent has such a fire behind it. Our bodies must be on the same page as everyone else and our minds still haven’t caught up. I just don’t want to ruin years of friendship for one lust filled moment. 

“What’re you getting so worked up about in here?” he smirks looking at the blush creeping up my neck. 

“Nothing.” I snatch the shirt from him and shut the door in his face. 

“Very convincing.” he chuckles from the other side. 

I pull off my shirt and look to see what Benji gave me. I sigh at the white button up he gave me. I know this man has white t-shirts but of course it had to be this. I button it up and tuck it in smiling that it smells like him. I pull the door open and he’s there waiting for me. His eyes travel over my body and slowly make their way back to my eyes. 

“You look like a schoolgirl.” he licks his lips and I push my top into his hands. 

“Let’s see how you look.” I put my hands on my hips expectantly. He pulls off his shirt and I scold my eyes for traveling down his torso. He chuckles as he pulls my shirt on and shake my head at how unfair it is that he looks good in my shirt. 

“Do you like it?” his tone teasing. 

“Yeah, I’m sure the fans will love it. Especially the girls.” I raise my hand to touch him but bring it back to my sides quickly. 

“I asked if you like it, Y/n.” I look up to him and nod my head not wanting to give him the satisfaction. 

“If you guys are done we gotta go.” Ash says waiting at the door hauling it open with Michael next to him. 

We jog after them down the hall as our adrenaline begins to spike the closer to stage we get. We do our before show ritual when the stage hand says we have five minutes. Our fans cheer as we step out on stage and the lights dim. We go straight into our opening song and the energy from the crowd fuels us. 

“How’re you guys doing tonight?” I smile into the mic as the room bursts into cheers. “I wanna thank you all for coming out and seeing us at our first official venue show.” Michael plays a small riff as the crowd continues to cheer. 

“For those of you who got dragged here let me introduce us, I’m Y/n, this is our bassist Ash, our drummer Michael, and our guitarist Benji.” I smile turning to my band mates. 

“Saving the best for last?” Benji laughs into his mic. 

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, Benji.” I toss a smile over my shoulder. “Who’s ready for the next song?” 

“I am.” Ash groans from beside me and the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. 

We get through five songs before we do another talking break and I run off stage for the bathroom and water. I quickly get done and start making my way backstage when Benji pops out of the shadows. I stumble back and he catches me helping steady my feet. 

“You look so good like this.” I feel my cheeks flush as he fiddles with the buttons on my shirt. 

“Benji,” I look up to him as I feel my breathing deepen. 

“Let’s go finish our show.” he chuckles tugging me back on stage. 

“There she is.” Ash sings as Benji slips his fingers out of mine. “They wanna know where you got your top.” he smirks at me and I flare my nostrils. 

“A little boutique called Benjis suitcase. Let me tell you they sell some strange shit.” I giggle into the mic. 

“Hey,” Benji grabs his chest in mock hurt. 

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” I coo walking over to him. “Who likes Benjis shirt?” the crowd cheers. “I wanted to wear it tonight but he insisted.” I sigh throwing my head back. 

“She’s just mad because she knows I look better in it.” he struts across the stage and the crowd goes wild. 

“And on that note we have a couple more songs for you guys.” Michael laughs and begins our next song. 

The rest of the show is high energy and we all run off stage laughing and panting. We make our way back to the dressing room and begin to pack up so we can head back to our hotel. Michael and Ash make fun of us as they see what our fans are posting about us and how we have to be a couple that we all but confirmed it. 

“I’d like to see how you guys talk your way out of this one.” Ash laughs stepping out of the uber. “We’ll see you guys later.” they wiggle their eyebrows before running into the hotel with our bags. 

“Let’s go out.” Benji says holding my hand to keep me in the car. 

“I guess I could go for a drink.” I sit back in the seat and turn my head to him. “You want your shirt back?” I bite my lip popping open the top button.

“No.” he shakes his head with a smirk. “I like when you wear my things.” his eyes darken as he scans over my body. 

“Careful you sound possessive.” I tsk. 

“And if I am?” his hand travels to my bare thigh. 

“Hm?” I squeeze my legs shut looking up to him. 

“Possessive of you.” his voice low as his rings bite into my skin. 

“Benji,” his name falls off my tongue. 

“Alright you two, we’re here.” the driver says and we slip out of the car. 

Benji leads me into the club as the music thrums through me. We make our way to the bar and down a shot. We take another before he’s pulling to the dance floor. His hands wrap around my waist tightly as my hands travel up his back and I’m thanking myself for giving him a crop top. One of his hands travels up my front and begins to pop a button open as my breath catches. 

“You seemed hot from how flushed your cheeks are.” he dips down to my ear as he opens another button. 

“Do you wanna take it off?” I arch my body into him and he chuckles lowly dragging me off the dance floor. He pushes us into the bathroom and has my back against the door a moment later. 

“Maybe we should switch shirts.” he smirks popping another button. His mouth goes to my neck and I let out a wrecked whimper. His hand travels between my thighs as I writhe in his arms. “Is this okay?” he asks stopping just below my panties. 

“Yes, Benji please,” I whine gripping onto his arm. He moves my panties to the side and slides a long finger through my wetness. I bite my lip from crying out as he keeps his movements slow. 

“How’s that feel baby?” his finger swirls around my bud and a moan rips out of my throat. 

“So good,” I pant as he brings another finger and speeds up his movements. My hips chase his fingers as I melt into his arms as my pleasure builds. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” he purrs as his fingers slide down to my core. He slowly dips them into me and my breathing deepens. His thumb finds my bud and I grind down into his hand chasing my high that is about to snap. 

“Fuck Benji,” I whine as he starts to lick and bite across my neck. 

“Gunna come on my fingers like a good girl?” he rasps curling his fingers. My thighs squeeze around his hand as they begin to shake. He starts to slam his fingers into me as I pulse around them digging my nails into his shoulders. 

“Benji,” I sob as he continues to pump his fingers. 

“You did so good.” he shushes slowly pulling his fingers out and adjusting my panties. I watch him with low lids as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “Let’s go get another drink.” he grabs my hand and tugs me out of the bathroom. 

As he pulls me through the sea of people I swear everyone knows what we just did. I shake that thought out of my head as the loud music drowns out everyone’s conversation around us. We get our drinks and find a booth to enjoy them in. We’re settled off to the side where we can see all of the depravity taking place on the dance floor. 

“Let’s prove our fans right.” he watches me as he sips his drink. 

“What do you mean?” I tilt my head stirring my drink with the straw. 

“Be mine.” he holds his hand out to me. “It’s not just the drinks talking, I’ve wanted you for a while now.” he licks his lips. 

“It’s not gunna make it weird?” my voice soft as I start to reach out my hand. 

“Nah, we still do the same stuff except I can put my face between your thighs now.” he smiles as I lay my hand in his palm. 

“Benji,” I scold looking around. 

“I get to fuck you after shows. Gods and when you have that attitude I can bend you over my knees.” he chuckles as I feel my cheeks on fire. 

“Would you like that?” 

“Yes.” my voice small as I nod my head squeezing my legs together. 

“I’m gunna-“ 

“Hey, I’m sorry. We didn’t want to interrupt but like you’re in our favorite band and we wanted to know if we could get a picture?” the girls look nervously from me to Benji.

“No worries!” I jump up from the booth. “We’d love to.” Benji chuckles sliding out of the booth and we take a couple pictures and chat before they leave. 

“Let’s go back to the hotel. I need you to myself.” he dips down to my ear sending a shiver to rack through me. 

I nod my head and we make it to the sidewalk where he calls for an uber. We share a cigarette leaning against one another. The car stops in front of us and we climb in ready to be alone. His hands tease against my thighs that leave me giggling and gasping. We walk through the lobby and attach to one another once the elevator doors close. His fingers dig into my ass harshly as I whine into his mouth. We pull apart as he tugs me down the hall to our room. The door slams behind us and he pulls me to him. 

“I’ve wanted to wreck you since I saw you in my shirt.” he says lowly before gripping at the buttons and pulling it apart. 

“Benji,” I gasp as buttons fly around the room. 

“It’s my shirt and I don’t care.” he dips down and licks around my cleavage. He pulls the cup of my bra down and incases my peak with his hot mouth. I push my chest into him as his hand comes up to roughly fondle my other breast. He pulls back to look down at my heaving chest and clenched legs. 

“Look at you.” he groans palming himself through his pants. “Come.” he holds his hand out and pulls me over to the bed. 

He sits on the end of the bed and pulls me over his knees. I look over my shoulder at him as he begins to lift up my skirt. He chuckles as he trails a finger down my clothed slit watching me squirm. His palm lands on my backside and I gasp jolting forward. His other hand is close behind and I whine as it makes contact. He slowly peels my panties down and as he kneads my tender flesh. 

“You’re fucking soaked.” his voice like gravel as he shoves two fingers into me. 

“Benji,” I arch my back digging my nails into his thigh. He pounds his fingers into me as he brings his other hand down upon my cheeks again. I push my hips back into his fingers as a cry escapes my lips when his thumb finds my bud. 

“Doing so good fucking yourself on my fingers.” he curls his fingers and I burst around him crying out his name. He rips my panties the rest of the way off and has me face down on the bed in seconds. His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts them into the air. I mewl as has he swirls his tip around my wetness as I push back into him. 

“So impatient.” he chuckles before sliding into me fully. 

“Benji please,” I fist the sheets as the air is knocked out of me. 

“What do you want, my good girl?” he taunts rolling his hips into mine. 

“I need you to move.” I gasp as he pulls out and slams back in. Moans pour from my lips as he sets a brutal pace. 

“Taking me so fucking good.” he grunts as my face slides against the sheets. My high starts to coil while his fingers grip my hips. As I begin to pulse around him I feel his hips stutter and he pulls out. He flips me over and lifts my legs up to my chest before sliding back into me. 

“Yes, fuck Benji,” I sob as my eyes roll back. With every roll and snap of his hips my high quickly builds. I start to come undone and his hips falter before pouring into me. I shutter as he pulls out and collapses next to me while we slow our panting.

I turn to him and see him finally removing his clothes. I bite my lip as he turns back to me nude and begins to tug off my skirt. He pulls me up while he takes off my shirt and bra and looks down at me with dark eyes and a promising smile. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” he scoots between my thighs and I cry out as his lips attach to my sensitive bud. 

His tongue lashes against me relentlessly as I arch off the bed. His hand finds my breasts and begins to roll and pinch my nipple. I feel his tongue dips into my center and I buck against his face. His hands make their way to my hips as he grinds me against his nose as I start to come undone. 

“Fuck, Benji.” my legs close around his head as he keeps lapping at my wetness. He holds my legs open against the bed as his torturous tongue focuses on my bud. My hands are buried in his hair as I arch of the bed almost screaming as my high washes through me again. 

“A very good girl.” he hums placing a soft kiss on my center sending shivers down my body. The soft licks he offers me sends shockwaves through my body as I whimper above him. “You ready for more?” he hums as I feel his hardened length against my leg and nod my head. 

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Now playing: Step on me by pepsiluvr0209

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of alcohol and cheating

FAKE CHRIS!!!

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

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"Oh, I think you're standing on my left foot."

He loves me. He gives me flowers, he says I’m pretty. He holds me at night and hugs me in the mornings. He opens the door for me and carries me to bed. He kisses my forehead and tells me how much he can’t live without me.

But he also lies. He shouts and throws things. He makes me believe something I know is not right. And he cries. He breaks down and sobs.

Sometimes he doesn't talk to me but when he does it’s like honey dripping from his soft lips. He loves me-

“I don’t fucking love you!” His soft hair is strewn everywhere, eyes blown out wide and hands shaking in overwhelming emotion.

Fame got to my baby’s head. He stumbles through the door late, belt undone and beer in his unsteady hand. Sometimes he doesn’t even make it to the bed, so I make his home the couch.

"It's hurting but that's okay…

I was in your way."

“It hurts.” “I know.” I coo, using all my force to lift him up from his underarms, dragging his seemingly lifeless body to the sofa, acquiring all of my strength to rest his soft head on the pillow. Swallowing the pride I desperately lost all those years ago, I reached for a blanket, knowing that putting him in what was once our bed, would result in me on the floor. Again, and again, and again. As I’m tucking him in, he opens his eyes and I see ‘him’. The boy I met in freshman year. Wide eyed and full of excitement. Before he even wanted to touch a single drink, shrinking up in disgust everytime someone mentioned alcohol, before he had everyone at his feet and it was just me and him. My happy boy. Full of hopes and dreams, and I think, 7 years later, only he knows what life is like once you’ve achieved the things you’ve dreamt about. Is it dull? Does it make you neglect me? Or did you just fall out of love? “I don’t understand how you don’t hate me.” He whispers. I glance up at him, and he seems sincere. “I could never hate you.” A pathetic lie, but at this moment I love him and I fear I always will, no matter how many girls he sleeps with, no matter how many days he hates me, my love only gets heartbreakingly stronger and it kills me inside. You're not who you once were, but then again, neither is he.

"Oh, I think your holding the heart of mine."

“God Y/N, what do you actually bring to the table? I’ve got girls fucking me left and right and what the actual fuck do you do here?” He drops his gaze to stare you dead in the eyes. “Are you really that pathetic Y/N?” He tilts his head. “Waiting for me… If your whole fucking existence is to pick me up when I fall, do you know how fucking sad that is!?” He’s picked up into a shout, letting everything out. And I let him. “I know you're not dumb, you never were. Fuck, you were the smartest person I knew in school. You,” And he threw a finger at me. “Would never, ever let anybody run over you but what are you doing now!? Being a fucking housewife? A fucking caretaker? Do. You. Know. How. Selfish. That. Is? Do you!? Because I’ll tell you what, now you’ve left me with guilt Y/N… you have… And this,” And he gestures to the scenery around him. The gloomy kitchen walls, the freezing breeze which you can’t tell if it’s coming from the open window or the dark stare he has trained on you. The marks on the carefully painted walls and the shards of shattered porcelain and glass, creating a mosaic of pure heartbreak around you. He takes a deep breath. “This is what my life is now. You hear me? Mine. N-Not yours, it was never meant to be yours.”

“It could’ve been ours, Chris. It could’ve been-”.

“No it fucking couldn’t.” He casually walks up to you, crouching down slightly to be directly at your level. “And you know why Y/N? You fucking know why? Because I don’t fucking love you!”

"Squeeze it apart that’s fine."

"Go on and step on me…."

He could barely hear it. But it was there. Regardless of the cracks in your voice and the muted decibels he could hear it, and did it break his goddamn fucking heart. “I do.”

“No you don’t.” He mutters, shaking his head and moving away from you facing the wall. “Anybody with fucking braincells would’ve left by now,” He tilts his head, “But you still stay and I don’t know why.”

“Because you're still you Chris, I know it.” You softly cry. Your plea carries through your own waves of sorrow and neglect.

He just stares at the wall ahead of him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

You sniffle and catch your breath. “I just… You broke me Chris.”

He turns to look at you, eyes softening. Your sweet boy’s on the verge of breaking. “I don’t know how it got this way.” He whispers.

You step up to your broken boy and wrap your arms around him. He’s forgotten what it’s like to touch you, to smell your perfume and god, is it enough for him to just start bawling. He knows how bad he’s treated his girl, fuck he hasn’t even treated you, it’s just been you. Always been you.

“Chris, I don’t know who I am anymore. But I lost myself ages ago. You made me someone I know people would sh-shake their head at and laugh at. ‘Poor girl. Waiting around for someone who doesn’t love her. Who treats her like shit.’” He only holds you tighter. “You're right.” You sob. “Do whatever you want, do whatever you fucking want because I’ve earned my title now.”

He inhales and I hear it. “Don’t let me go.”

He loves me.

"Free to be all that you want to be.

...Do what you want with me"

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Fuck step on me, play DEATH my melanie fr bc guess whose backkk!

Also sorry this is so short, I just wanted to write something hehe

Thank you for all the love of white ferrari, I hope this is good and made you feel something 😭

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[mqsi]

Pedri x fem reader enemie to lovers 😛🫶🏼

It’s safe to say this is my favourite post up until now🤭 thank you for the request, I hope you like this as much as I do!

warning: smut

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You were having a sleepover at your friends house, drinking, playing games just having fun in general. What wasn’t fun was Pedri’s presence.

No other male has ever made you feel that frustrated before. The thing about him, he was always calm. You came to terms with Gavi quite a few times, but always ended up laughing about it in the end. He reacts in the moment, gets angry and forgets about in the next. But Pedri is something completely different.

Everytime you two would bicker he always had that smirk plastered across his face. It seemed as amost everything you said was so funny to him. You always want to make him angry, to trigger a reaction but it never seems to work. The same thing is happening now.

You were playing a card game and Pedri and you took it as a life or death situation.

“Do you really think you can beat me? You’re so delusional, I can’t believe it” he said, placing down a card.

“I don’t think, I’m sure I will beat you” you replied.

“Have your brain checked, I’m sure it’s not quite right” he continued, leaning back in his chair.

Just then,you placed down the winning combination. Pedri was obviously taken aback and tried to play it off but you wanted to have the last word.

“If you had anything other than a football inside your head, you would notice that I was bluffing the whole previous round” you said, with a satisfied grin on your face, before leaving the room.

You didn’t encounter each other anymore that night. He went to sleep with the other guys and you were sharing the room with the other girls.

“I think we should call it a night” one of them said and everyone agreed. You all fell a sleep pretty fast. But you also woke up pretty fast. As your eyes were trying to get used to the dark, you checked the time on your phone.

3:30am

With a sigh, you decided to go downstairs for a glass of water. You approached the kitchen, turning on the LEDs that were attached beneath the cabinets. You poured yourself a glass of water and leaned against the island behind you, lost in thought, before jumping at the sound coming from your left.

You turned your head at that direction only to be met with a very much shirtless Pedri.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he said

“The better question is, what are you?” you replied, eyeing him up and down.

“I heard some shuffling and came down here to check” he said now making his way towards you and leaning one hand against the island “so, you?”

You trailed his figure with your eyes, the muffled light making his muscles more evident.

“I just wanted a glass of water” you replied, now completely distracted by his physique,letting your thoughts wander.

He kept his eyes on you,trying to read your body language when he noticed you crossed your legs, placing down a glass you were holding.

Pedri quickly caged you in between him and the island, both of his arms on either side of your body. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“What’s got you so bothered?” he said, looking straight into your eyes.

“What are you doing Pedri?” you said, trying to fight him back but it was getting harder by the second.

“Is there a problem?” he said, one hand leaving your side and trailing lightly against your body, before coming down to your thighs. Your panties were already damp and he knew it. He wanted to test the waters first, his fingers now parting your legs. You didn’t protest,so he continued.

“Perhaps,here” he said now placing his fingers againt your clothed core, stroking lightly. He leaned in more and you moved your chin up, trying to keep a whimper in. Your noses were practically touching, sexual tension so thick you can cut it with a knife.

You gave in and slammed your lips against his, the kiss hot and sloppy, releasing all your frustration with each other into it. His hand slipped into your panties, feeling the wetness.

“Seems like something got you excited. What were you thinking about?” he whispered against your lips while stroking your clit.

“Pedri” you breathed out

“Yeah I figured it was me”

“Fuck off” you replied but it definietly sounded more like a moan.

“I think I will fuck you instead” he said, removing the hand and turning you around so your ass was against him. You felt his hard on trough his shorts and instinctly grinded back, wanting to feel more of him.

His hand found its way to your tanktop, teasing your nipples trough thin material. You let out a whimper causing him to grind against you, seeking friction as well. While he was playing with your breast, other hand pulled down both of your shorts and underwear.

Pedri stroked his cock a few times, groaning,before pushing you down on the counter. You rested on your elbows, hissing from feeling the cold surface against your skin.

“Then do it already” you said forgeting about everything and just wanting to feel him inside of you. He laughed behind you, teasing your entrance, before pushing in, filling you completely.

Your head fell down, forehead hitting the cold marble. Pedri mumbled some curse words before setting a quick pace, making you let out a loud moan. Suddenly you were pulled up against him, his cock still thrusting into you. Pedri’s hand shut your mouth, while keeping you in that position.

“It feels so fucking good to shut that annoying mouth of yours” he whispered in your ear “You’re so much more hot when you can’t speak… or at least while you’re taking my cock” he continued, making you squirm against his hand. He pushed two of his fingers in your mouth.

“Be fucking quiet bebè or you’ll have to suck on something else” he warned while you sucked on his fingers. His breathing accelarated, you could hear the little moans escaping his lips that were pressed against your ear.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, reaching down to your clit but not before warning you to keep quiet. He stroked your clit and you bit your lip trying to keep the moans in when the orgasm suddenly washed over you. Your head fell back against Pedri’s shoulder, moaning his name into his ear.

“Fuck” he said, pulling out of you and pushing you back against the counter so he can finish on your ass. He stroked himself a few times before coating your ass and lower back in his cum.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut” he said while you were trying to catch your breath. You looked up at him from the counter

“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me, was that the reason for all the fuss everytime?”

“I didn’t know either,but when I came down here, your eyes were begging for me to dick you down”

You felt him clean you up and pull your shorts in place. You turned around, facing him again.

“Next time you can just ask nicely” he said, licking his lips,before dissapearing upstairs.

You were standing in the same position he found you in, smiling to yourself.

Oh there definietly will be a next time.

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-; ✧˖*°࿐ EVERYTIME . BANG CHAN .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; you’d always go back to chan, whether you liked it or not.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; bang chan x gn! reader.

— warnings ; swearing, pet names (baby & sweet thing), mentions of chan being drunk, angst, the word stabbed is used (its not literal though), kinda fluff, toxic relationship (idk if it should be labelled that).

— notes ; okay, dk why this is kinda angsty when we all know theres supposed to be steam from badboy! chan but it’s fine, he’s only her bc @nomniki & @choiwonder gave me a bad brain riot of him🙏🏽

— notes ; i recommend reading everytime by ariana grande, willow, and all too well by taylor swift when reading this.

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you sighed, your head falling back against the sofa, letting your group of friends hear the drunk voicemail your ex boyfriend, chan, sent you. grumbles of him drinking, his laughter, the soft words of i love you, the anger as he spouts something about how he’s going to beat up the guy he saw you with in the club last week. the voicemail ended abruptly, you didn’t know why, nor did you care.

once it ended, you lifted your head to see a look of horror on your friends faces. “what the fuck?” tumbled out of yeji's mouth, in complete disbelief of what your ex had said. you shrugged, not really knowing what to say, you had gone through that voicemail multiple times, not once knowing how to decipher it.

"okay, but why the fuck did he mention me? the fuck did i do?" jeongin looked agitated, his arms crossed over his chest in frustration. he genuinely liked chan at first, but all of the things the two of you went through, he now couldn’t stand him.

you smiled leaning forward, grabbing the younger’s cheek, squeezing the skin between your fingers, “because he really likes you, baby.”

jeongin slapped your hand away, causing you and the others to giggle as he sat back against the chair you were in, “yeah, well i don’t like him, he’s a fucking prick.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink, sitting further into the sofa, “if he ever, comes up to you again, it’s on sight.”

minnie laughed at that, her hand covering her mouth, "he's probably never gonna show his face 'round us again," she commented, “especially since he’s embarrassed himself with whatever the fuck that was.” she leaned into jeongin’s side, gesturing to your phone.

you hummed, allowing your head to fall against the sofa again. despite everything that you and chan went through, there was nothing that could stop the heartache that you were feeling. you didn’t think you should be feeling this way, you broke it off with him, he hurt you, and yet as soon as the two of you ended things, you’re heart tore into two and the waterfall of tears came crashing down.

“he texted me this morning,” you sighed. your comment caused some shuffling so you paused, feeling someone’s presence beside you. you looked over to see yeji holding her arms out, and you lent into her — head against her chest, arms wrapped around you. “he said that he’s sorry for everything, and that i shouldn’t listen to the voicemails. but i did before he woke up.”

minnie stood up, stretching her limbs from stretching for too long, “remember that drunk words, are sober thoughts, babe.” she leaned in, giving you a tiny hug as well as planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. “come on then, innie.” she smiled at her younger, gesturing for him to follow her to their last class of the day.

jeongin repeated her actions, letting a little, “love you,” fall from his lips as he followed her, backpack slung across his shoulder.

you watched them turn the corner before letting your real feelings spill out to yeji, “is it bad that i’d still take him back in a heartbeat?” she gave you a sad smile, and that told you everything you needed to know. you moved your body from her touch, planting your face in your hands letting out a groan, “i don’t know how i’m ever gonna get over this yeji.”

you looked up at your best friend, bottom lip wobbling slightly as you tried to keep your tears in. “i’ll be with you, every step.” she pressed her forehead to yours, planting a kiss on your nose before pulling back. a few of yeji’s friends came to grab her so they could make their way to class but she hesitated, knowing you were on the verge of tears.

“go. i’ll be fine.” you smiled at her, waving her and her friends goodbye as they made their way to their classes, leaving you alone in the college cafe. yet another huff left your lips as you sank into the sofa, picking up your phone and scrolling through it. after some time, you paused hearing your ringer ping. you turned it on silent before checking who the notification was from. chan.

channie <3: can i come over?

you looked up searching the area, wondering if he was around. just across from you, the blonde sat, eyes and hands glued to his phone. his bottom lip tucked between his top teeth, lip piercing barely making an appearance, as he obviously awaited your response. to his side, sat his friend minho who had noticed you, sending you a small head nod in greeting. you looked back down at your phone, typing out your response.

you: no.

despite your answer, soon enough you felt a presence beside you. you groaned quietly, rolling your eyes, “i said no.” you looked up, seeing an amused look on chan’s face, still as beautiful as ever. he moved to sit on the sofa across from you, leaning back against it, man spreading as he did so.

“i know you did, baby. but when have i ever listened?”

“you don’t, thats the problem.” you mumbled, adjusting your position from where you sat, suddenly feeling vulnerable and seen through — chan always made you feel like that, like you could speak your mind, like you were safe. “what do you want?”

“i miss you.” you sucked in a breath at that, not expecting to hear those words so early on, if at all, during your breakup. as if he could tell you didn’t understand, nor believed the words he spouted out, he continued. “i really do miss you.”

“i heard.” you swallowed, and his head tilted in questioning so you elaborated, “the voicemail, i uh, listened to it before you texted me.” you didn’t understand why this was so awkward for you, it was just chan, fucking chan, and here you were staring at him like he just stabbed you.

though, you guess in a sense he had. he backed stabbed you, took a knife right to your heart and allowed it to shatter, forcing you to pick up the pieces he had left, and yet whatever was left still managed to cry out and throb for him, as if he wasn’t the reason it wasn’t whole anymore.

“right.” he sighed, obviously feeling just as awkward. “i’m really sorry about that.” he let out a nervous chuckle, clearing his throat before playing with his lip ring. his eyes narrowed, staring at you, trying to figure you out. “i really do love you, you know?”

you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in. you felt the tears you had tried so desperately to keep in and ignore, come back up and make themselves known. “yeah?” you let out breathlessly, trying not to choke on the sob that threatened to pass the barrier of your lips.

“yeah, baby.” chan cooed, a small smile appearing on his own lips at your sudden emotions. “i really want us to work, don’t want nobody else.” he stood up suddenly, and you kept your gaze locked onto him, afraid he was going to up and walk away, leaving you to deal with this set of emotions he had opened up.

he didn’t walk away, instead he came and sat beside you index finger carefully swiping under your eye, “don’t cry, sweet thing.” chan always treated you so delicately when you were feeling like this, and it made you want to cry harder and cling to him in remembrance.

“i want us to work too,” you all but sobbed, leaning into his touch. minnie’s words were running laps around your mind, warning alarms pounding against your skull, but at this point you couldn’t even care. it was chan, he wanted you back and you’d run a mile for him if he wanted you to. “want us to work so bad, channie.”chan chuckled, pressing a kiss against your lips, smiling at the way you melted into him.

you’d have a lot to explain to your friends later, and you know yeji would regret leaving you alone while she went to her lecture, but for the moment you didn’t care. you wouldn’t care as long as chan’s lips were on yours, his hands around your waist, body against your own. you’d always go back to chan, whether you liked it or not.

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Home sweet home

cw: reader-san goes back home, work life is somewhat unbearable, talks with psychic friend, Theresa comes through with a reading to give her some guidance, talks about being childfree and a parentified adult as well as its consequences, Theresa encourages reader-san to open a baking business, an much needed 'men are trash reminder', a few other characters are mentioned such as Obi, Vulcan and Benimaru(he is a warning 🤨 ), uni days seem to bring joy and despair to reader-san, no sign of Leo for a total of three weeks(that’s ominous).

gist: reader-san goes back to her place after being with Leo for sometime. In her own words “ this motherfucker tweaking, on God!”(she’s right, I’d be mad too).

Wc: 2141

c/s:  I wouldn’t mind having captain Obi as my bed 😩, I said what I said 😋(that's period me talking). Uhm… enjoy!

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

As soon as I got inside, I dropped my shopping bags at the entry. I took off my shoes. I went right away to the living room, plopped myself on my couch like I usually do. I take a few deep breaths to reassess the current state of my life. I have to appreciate where I’m at. But also fuck Leo for being a stubborn man. I can’t stand him. On top of that I have to go to work. 

I swear on everything the universe be trying me! Anyways, time to unwind.

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I slept like a baby when I got back home. I hugged my huge teddy bear to bring me comfort. I really missed being on my own company, I’m realising. No wonder I had shitty days earlier this week.

It’s been ten days, no signs of Leo contacting me or at least trying like… a missed call or something? Am I this unlucky with men or is it my imagination? I know I shouldn’t worry but single life looks so appealing right now. Might go back to it honestly.

Work’s been kicking my ass. Between orders, new clients, shipping packages, answering questions customers have, updating the site and coming up with new ideas to innovate the concept, I’m lagging a bit. Everytime I come back home, I just shower, eat and sleep. It's as if I were a robot, what am I doing? At least, I haven't cried yet. Not a sign of sir Burns? He's probably busy. I still have his debit card. I better not use it and leave it at home in a safe place.

Wednesday is my day off. I should probably make it a self care day and just do what I do best: me! I'll take it slow. Tuesday evening I should get some candles from the store.

Theresa sent a message. I think she wants to see me.

We need to talk. I'll be there 2moro by noon cya

My reply is

No problem. I'll be waiting

Wednesday

Theresa finds me with a face mask but her face is so stern…

“I know you're not seeing him. Why is that”

How? Ah, she always knows. I let her in the apartment. It would be rude to keep having this convo at the door. Some nosey people might hear. I tell her what she wants to know as we sit on the couch.

“The kid in question and that woman's identity. He doesn't want me to know.”

“Want me to pull out some tarot cards for it?”

“Yeah, sure why not.”

“I get a feel you’re not telling me everything.”

“Uhm… I don't think he'll contact me that soon.”

She takes out of her bag a few bay leaves.

“Hand me a lighter please gotta cleanse before I do anything.”

I don’ really like the smell so I ask her 

“Can you please do another cleansing method. I don’t dig burnt bay leaf smell and you know exactly why.”

“Sure, I’ll just clap a few times.” 

She claps three times then ten times and finally five. Don’t know about that pattern though might ask or not.

She pulls out her tarot deck. Seeing her shuffling doesn't cease to amaze you.

“What should y/n expect of this situation? Strength or maybe his sun sign. My hand burns so it definitely is his sun sign."

Uhm interesting

“Is your boo a july or august leo?” 

“Don’t know I haven’t asked him. I will.”

“Leaning on the card's meaning and my intuition, he’s a strong man. His values are unmatched for most people in his age range. I also get the feeling that he has gorgeous hair and a beard. Aren’t I right?”

Now that I think about it, I never asked him when it was his birthday. I'll do it if we get back together…

"Leo’s rule hair and all that so he’s also probably on the thicker side if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, spot on as always. Hair wise I didn’t touch it much. I think you’re right, it surely is a handful.”

She pulls out another card. Most of the time she’ll stop when she gets three cards but I get a feel this might be a long session.

“We have ten of cups. It embodies completion in your specific case; it could be marriage. It can also mean some sort of union. I don’t know where you currently stand on that matter.”

“I don’t look forward to it. I never really did fancy that. My whole childhood, teenage and early adult years I took care of babies and children that were not mine based solely on the fact that they’re family. So technically, I am a parentified adult. And while that kind of upbringing could have strongly reinforced the want of having kids, I simply do not like them.”

“So sorry you had to go through that, boo. You’re telling me that you’re prone to be a childfree person than to become a mother?”

“Exactly! Being a mother is not for me. I’m not trying to walk in my mother’s footsteps being the one who is bearing the whole family as well as taking care of a grown child labelled as ‘husband’ that is so useless.”

“I’m with you on that one. Fuck men and their entitlement to think they are doing too much when all they do is complain about ‘where my food at? This house look a mess or even ain’t nobody helping in this house.’ Stop being a clown and start doing something about the shit you whining about. Concerning your guy, he would be the right one spirit says.”

She continues pulling out cards:

“We got knight of wands. It symbolises motion as well as passion. Girl…I’m getting hot like smoking hot.” She says this as she waves her hand close to her face . “Please, give me a glass of cold water with ice cubes.”

“Coming right up!”

You do your little run towards the kitchen and come back with a full glass of water with ice cubes for your friend.

“Here.”

“Thank you, that was much needed.

“So, I think your man is super serious about you ‘cause I’m still hot.” 

She takes off her sweater . “The water didn’t do much but whatever I guess. Spirit tells me that he enjoys looking at you all the time even when you are not aware of it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes! Haven’t you noticed it?”

“I probably didn’t pay much attention to it.”

“Ace of pentacles stands for potential, prosperity too. This is really good. I feel like it can signal longevity for this union, honey.

The hermit reversed. This could represent you or/and him. The current state of the relationship. Isolation. But not for too long, I would say it is necessary for both of you. It will allow you to evaluate what you really want form this relationship.” 

Doesn’t sound like a desperate situation thanks to Theresa’s insight. I’m so glad she is doing this for me!

“The moon represents illusions. Watch what you say and do. Don’t try anything to rash such as not letting people know you’re leaving. Notify them if you do so, please.”

Is there anything that doesn’t escape her sharp vision? I can’t even lie to her so I’ll say no.

“Another reversed card! Dang it, I don't like where this reading is headed. The devil. Aiming to restore control or maybe we’re getting warned about what he’s packing!! I bet you know what it looks like.” And she winks at me.

“Theresa!”, you yelped in frustration.

“Girl, watch out. I’m just being honest with you. Better safe that sorry in these streets!

For the previous message it deals with let me see to finally grasp what was lacking or to even find some semblance of power. It felt like most things you desired were slipping through your fingers but it’s no longer the case at least for now.”

“That was seven cards. From what I remember the number represents support from the angels concerning love and also means wholeness. So everything you’re currently going through is preparing for a much bigger outcome. I know it sucks now but you can handle it!!”

I catch her staring at the cards. Probably in deep thought.

“You don't look convinced enough.”

“Yep, I still don't know who that Aura is.”

“I can always use my pendulum if you'd like me to.”

“Absolutely! How could I forget that?”

“Only closed questions are allowed to ensure certainty. So, jot them down on a piece of paper, I'll read them aloud.” 

I pull out my stream of consciousness notebook and  write down what I need to know. Then I rip that page and hand it to her. She starts reading it.

“Is Aura Leo's ex partner? No. Does he have a kid? No.

Is he faithful? Yes.”

She puts all of her belongings away. She questions me.

“Y/n are you sure about this relationship?"

“I don’t think sure would be the right term. I know I want him and I long to be by his side. There is always some sort of uncertainty hovering above anything I do. I’m used to it but I wish it wouldn’t be as present as it is.”

“It’s your first in a long time so you might want to take things slow and easy. I know both of you will figure something out.”

“I made some baked goods earlier.”

“Yay. Love yours.”

“Sit down at the table and I'll get everything.” She puts down the oven safe dish and takes a giant pitcher out of her fridge.

“Tada! Cinnamon rolls paired up with Korean strawberry milk.”

“That's a great combo!”

“I know, let’s dig in.”

"Listen" she tells me " if you open a food business be it a truck or a store, I'll be there. I'm not kidding, every single day. Even if my wallet doesn't match my expenses!"

"I accept your undivided honesty and support but that might be for later. Not my main source of income. Could be a side hustle."

“I think I could use some of that spray of yours…”

“Which one? I need your to be specific.”

“The fuckboy repellent one?”

“You sure that's the only one you need?! I think you should also get the goddess era one and plutonian lover.”

“Can I get those too?” 

“Yes. I'll drop them off later today in your mailbox.”

“On another note. Do you know who I saw today? ” 

“No.”

“Think a little…”

“Really?” 

“Fine. I’ll give you some clues.”

“I’m listening.”

“He is peculiar.” 

“Leo?” 

“Are you for real? You haven’t even showed us a picture and suddenly I’m meant to know what he looks like? Girl, quit playing!"

“You’re right, my bad.”

“I’ll give a clue. It’s someone from uni…”

“Oh!”

“The whole buffet also known as Obi. The girls were mad about him. It’s me, I’m girls.”

“No and he only stayed there for a year.”

“Why the hell I didn’t have a one night stand with him?”

“Rumour has it if you do, no other person can satisfy you.” 

“Swear down!”

She nods

“Girl I better find him then. I’m willing to risk my life for that .”

“What about Leo?”

“I’ll give ‘us’ a break. I’m sure he’ll understand after what he pulled.”

“Fair enough.”

“Was it Vulcan?”

“Who was that again?”

“The red haired guy that you could tell was a sub. I wish I had one night with him too. You know trying new things.” 

“No.”

“Don’t you think something’s missing?”

“Black hair a scary face but girls were head over heels with him?”

“Benimaru?”

“Bingo.”

“How is he?"

“He is, I guess. I didn’t talk to him that long because back then he only had eyes for you and I’m pretty sure it’s still the case.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, you heard it right. When I asked him if he had you know a partner since he did the same and was met with a negative answer. He said’ Y/n is the only woman I can date’.  

“Well it’s… giving obsessive with a sprinkle of stuck in the past.”

“Like you said.”

“You think he’d say it to my face?”

“Uhm, maybe who knows? Miracles can happen?”

“Theresa being shady?? Nah, never thought I’d witness it firsthand!”

“Feels good to be home. I’ll never trade my happiness for a relationship. Mark my words I rest my case.”

Much later in the evening

Such a cute packaging! I’ll keep the little bag. It smells so good.

They're body mist with highlighter in it. Ooh, imma shine bright like a diamond.

Plus it smells so good! I gotta properly thank her. She always comes through.

I also wish Theresa gets her man even though she always brushes the topic off with ‘I'm not trying to trigger migraines by dating men. Plus, I'm not attracted to them so why would I?’

I hope she gets her soulmate or her twinflame. Man whatever she desires shall come to her.

I check my phone. He hasn’t called yet. Should I feel concerned? No, I left him behind because he was being an ass. He and his whole attitude about this Aura. Like where do I stand? Am I important enough to him?

I’m at work! Those thoughts are unnecessary as of now. I better get back on my shit before I find myself running back to his house. I am not a lost puppy.

Chapter 3 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy 

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Punk Princess

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Steve was thankful El was over at Max’s when he got home from Hellfire, collapsing into his bed instantly as an ugly loud sob ripped from his chest.

Eddie wasn’t being fair and it was eating him alive with how much it hurt. Because sure, Eddie didn’t know how deeply Steve’s feelings ran for him, but using… calling him… That whole situation, that whole dynamic that they’d had before, was to Steve at least, sacred, and to just act like it was okay to still use it after he’d basically just told Steve he was still Bullshit . It wasn’t fair of him. 

His heart felt like someone just kept sending it through a meat grinder over and over again, and he couldn’t breath , everything just felt like it was too much. 

He shot up, stumbling to the bathroom and barely making it to the toilet before he puked. His entire chest burning with the sensation. He didn’t know how to be friends with Hellfire and be around Eddie if this was how he was going to make him feel everytime they see each other now. 

Eddie was being so unfair .

He thought at first, maybe he’d over reacted to what Eddie had said, that the word bullshit had infected his brain and made him overthink the other words that had come out of Eddie's mouth. But as he’d been crying before the game Robin had reassured him that Eddie was out of line, and friends don’t treat friends the way he had, and Steve had every right to feel the way he was feeling.

He wished he could stop feeling like this.

He’d never been this sensitive before, when he was still ‘King Steve’. It had been so much easier to shut his feelings off and just move on, move forward. That’s how you survived.

Men don’t cry Steven.

His father used to spit the words at him, a swift slap to his wet, red face to get him to calm down and the tears to stop flowing. Steve brings a hand up and slaps his cheek, willing the tears to stop and go away, for the feeling to go with them. But it doesn’t help.

A sharp knock on the cabin door pulled his head from his knees where it had ended up. His face and heart aching as he sat quietly, hoping whoever it was would just go away if he didn’t answer.

“Steve, please we need to talk.” A quiet sob rips out of Steve’s chest when Eddie's voice reaches his ears. Of course, of course he would be here right now. “Steve, I know you’re home, please, I really need to talk to you.”  And he doesn’t want to, doesn't want to peel himself off the tile floors and rub at the makeup he knows is all over his face now and face Eddie, but Steve’s said it before. He's a weak man, and the desperation in Eddie’s tone has him shuffling towards the front door. Discarding his vest and yellow sweater to pull his oversized faded Iron Maiden hoodie over his head as he goes. He sniffles and wipes his nose on the sleeve, leaning his face against the cool wood of the door.

“What are you doing here Eddie?” 

“Steve, please, I fucked up, and I need to be looking at you to do this right.” He can tell Eddie's also pressed to the door, his voice muffled as he talks through the wood, the plea in his voice dripping into the cracks and being absorbed into the walls around them. Steve lets out a soft sigh, before pulling the door open and Eddie goes to talk, goes to say something before he’s taking in Steve's face, and his entire demeanor crumples. 

“Stevie…”

“Don’t, Eddie, what do you want?” Steve walks into the house and leaves the door open, he can feel the heat where Eddie trails behind him, shutting the door softly, Steve only turns to face him again when they're standing in the living room, the soft hum of the fireplace, the only noise echoing around them.

“Steve I..” He hesitates, his face scrunching up like he’s trying to get the words out but nothing coming. “I just…” 

“Eddie, I’m really not in the mood for whatever this is, so please either say what you came here to say or leave, because I’m tired.”  The pressure on his chest just seems to be increasing the longer he looks at Eddie, his entire being aching at seeing the man in front of him. At Eddie’s silence Steve sighs beginning to turn towards the front door again when his breath catches in his throat.

Eddie, Eddie is slowly lowering himself to the ground, a steady stream of tears spilling from his eyes as he holds Steve's gaze. Slowly, slowly he bends his knees until they hit the carpet below him, and then, then he bows his head and stares straight down at his hands on his knees. 

Completely submitting to Steve.

“I’m so sorry.” The words are barely a whisper, Steve straining to hear them from his frozen spot, his entire body stuck, frozen exactly where he is because Eddie is kneeling in front of him on the ground, and that’s.. That’s not… Eddie isn’t the one who…

Steve lets out a strangled sound as he rushes across the floor to kneel in front of him, his hands coming up to cup his face, trying to push it up to look at him.

“Eddie, Eddie, what are you doing?” He’s a little frantic because this means something, and his entire body feels like it's burning from the inside seeing Eddie on his knees in front of him. Because he doesn’t, isn’t supposed to do that. That’s not his role . And Steve knows he’s crying again, knows the feel of the white hot tears streaming down his face as he tries to pull Eddie from the position he's in, because it feels wrong .

“I’m so sorry for the way I treated you Steve. Everything about who you are is important to me. And I can’t.. I can’t” He seems to be stuck on the words, a small sob pushing past them and into the space between their kneeling bodies.

“Eddie please.” He pulls Eddie's face to his chest, wrapping his arms around him and cradling him like he's something breakable.

“You shouldn't be comforting me.” His words are muffled by Steve's hoodie, but they ring clear in his ears. “I needed to apologize to you. A real apology, because I didn’t realize what I’d done. How much I’d hurt you. Steve you’re so amazing, and I’m learning I have a lot of things I need to unlearn. And I’m sorry I took it out on you. You deserve so much ” A soft sob shakes them both as Eddie's hands finally come up to wrap around Steve in return. “ I hurt you and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m giving you all that I am. I’m so sorry Steve.”

Steve’s not sure if your heart can break from a true genuine apology but he’s pretty sure his just shattered right there on the floor next to them.

“Okay Eddie, okay I forgive you.” 

And he knows they need to have a longer conversation, that there's more that needs to be said, things between them that need to be addressed, but in that moment, with Eddie submitting fully to Steve and offering him everything he is, this feels like enough for now.

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[tearsoverfears]

Glimpse Of Us 

the long awaited sequel for “How To Disappear”.

warnings: slight angst, mentions of drinking, using others, and some cursing lol

i wasn’t proud of myself. i didn’t like who i saw in the mirror anymore. i hated the way i would snap at people who i loved the most just because they were trying to help me. 

but most of all, i hated the way i pushed her away when she’s the person i love the most.

most mornings i wake up facing her side of bed only to be woken up with an empty space and cold sheets. her pillow still smelled like cherries and flowers. her clothes sitting in the bottom shelf of my dresser collecting dust. 

i still wear the heart locket i gave her on our anniversary. the same necklace she left behind after our argument. i trace the outline of it once in a while remembering how pretty it stood on her chest. 

there’s been so many nights where i’ve wanted nothing more than to just call her up and tell her to come over. but that wasn’t my position anymore. she was no longer mine. 

“conrad?” the soft melodic voice asked me in my ear. “conrad, are you even paying attention?” 

i turn my head, meeting the vibrant green hues of nicole’s. she looked aggravated and annoyed with me. we layed in the living room watching some shit movie she decided to put on. i zoned out about a couple of minutes in. 

i nod my head in response to her. the room already feels heavy with tension, i just know she’s going to chew my head off about something i don’t really care about. 

“conrad every time we hangout you don’t even pay attention to me. do you even really like me?” there was a sliver of insecurity in her voice that made me feel guilty.

the truth was i didn’t know if i liked nicole or not. after y/n and i broke up, i met her; she was pretty and nice and caught my attention. she was pretty decent to hangout with but she was no y/n. 

she didn’t even compare. she didn’t hold me like she did. her laugh didn’t sound as sweet as hers, her eyes didn’t twinkle the same, my nickname “connie” didn’t roll as smoothly off the tongue, but most of all she didn’t feel like her.

i should like nicole, i should be head over fucking heels for her. she’s every boy in cousins wet dream but here she is putting up with me. a distant, broken, and all around mess of a boy. 

nicole took my silence as an answer to her question. she rubbed her face in a harsh manner deeply exhaling through her nose. 

“you know what conrad? i don’t fucking get you.” her words were spit with rage. she shuffled back on the couch leaving distance between us. 

“you break up with y/n and hit me up to hangout; but yet everytime i’m with you, you want nothing more than a simple hookup. you’ll pretend to like me just to get in my fucking pants and do you know how frustrating that is?” tears begin to slowly puddle in her eyes. 

“nicole i-“ she cuts me off, letting herself finish her rant. 

“no conrad! you don’t get to use me to get over her! i have feelings too, you know. i really started to like you but it feels like every time you look at me you try to find a way to look at her. i’m not y/n and i never will be.” her words cut through my chest deeply. 

i spent all these weeks looking through nicole’s green eyes trying to find a simple similarity to y/n’s. i was spending time in her arms just to pass by the time. . 

everytime i looked at nicole, i only saw a glimpse of us. 

“i’m sorry,” i finally spoke in a soft broken whisper. i felt nothing but defeated and completely heart broken again. 

y/n would hate to see what i’ve become: a womanizer,  a heartbreaker.

nicole got up from the couch hastily grabbing her things. as i sat and watched it reminded me all too well when y/n left. the way she rushed but meticulously grabbed everything hoping i would say anything at all. 

but i wouldn’t. i would just sit and watch just to wallow in my own self pity later. 

nicole finished grabbing her things and walked to the front door. i slowly followed behind praying that my brain and mouth would work as one, letting me apologize instead of being a coward. 

she turned the doorknob slowly looking at me from behind her left shoulder with a droopy smile. 

“i’m sorry. i..i know it doesn’t mean much really but i am. i thought the more time i spent with you the more i’d forget about her.” the confession left my lips as a tear i didn’t know was forming touched my cheek. 

“you loved her conrad. you were meant for her, i don’t even know why i developed the idea that we could be something.” she too was now crying as she spoke to me. 

“change for her conrad, be better for her.” those were the last words nicole left me with before she too disappeared behind the white wooden door.

i found my way to the kitchen grabbing a can of cherry coke from the fridge before sitting down at the island. 

i really really wanted nothing more than to have a beer right now but i was practicing sobriety for the sake of y/n. she hated it when i drank, but she hated me even more when i was drunk. 

i wanted to become a changed man for her, i needed to be. 

i rested my elbows on the countertop as my palms cradled my forehead. my lungs took deep breaths, in and out, in and out when my phone began to ring. 

blindly, i answered it without even looking.

“connie…” a voice as sweet as honey struck a nerve so deep inside me, it almost felt as if i was alive again. 

psssst... there will be another part :), coming soon!

[wallflowerimagines]

I love your writing so much, it's very great! Anyways, can you make one with the lords with a s/o who can see ghosts, but everytime they see one they tensed up ? Thanks alot! <3 <3 <3

In a horror game???? With a horror villain s/o?????

Anon, you are so brave 😔✊ let's get spooky.

Alcina Dimitrescu

There are SO many ghosts in Castle Dimitrescu. And they're all so LOUD.

The majority seem to be victims of House Dimitrescu. All of them drift through the air, drained and skeletal, eyes sightless, and they just wail non stop. The wailing itself is actually kind of a lower volume, but because there are so many ghosts around, the sound layers and echoes through the space until you can barely hear yourself think.

They remind you of jellyfish in a way. They just aimlessly drift through the air, clothes billowing around them, sliding through the walls. Constantly screaming.

You actually prefer the ghosts of the victims of the Cadou experiments. They might be horrible, shuffling abominations of flesh and oozing blood, but at least they're quiet.

Alcina notices you flinch without any kind of visible stimulus, and immediately gets suspicious. She pulls you into a room and demands an explanation of your behavior.

If there is a problem, she's going to fix it.

When you tell her about the ghosts, her lips press into a fine line. You mean to tell her that these worthless wastes of space are crowding her halls, polluting her home even after their death?

They dare to not only crowd the noble house of Dimitrescu under her nose for years, but they're bothering you while they do it?

Yeah, Alcina is Furious.

She gets a couple exorcists on Retainer. Every month or so, priests of various religions are paraded through the house and cleanse the place from top to bottom. She has you follow them around and check their work, too. If any of them happen to be charlatans, they'll just join the horde of ghosts. No skin off her nose.

It is a little annoying that she has to hire even more people to clean up the mess in her Castle, but Alcina is a highborn lady. Any kind of clutter (living or dead) is unacceptable. Her home should be pristine.

Besides, her favorite reward is seeing you fall asleep in her arms, entirely peaceful. You had been so obviously stressed by the situation. It's such a relief to have you relaxed and calm once again.

Donna Beneviento

When Donna finds out you can see ghosts, she gets a bit ...manic.

This is a woman who lost her entire family, and is unable to deal with grief in a healthy way. She's constantly in mourning garb, and her veil rarely comes off. Hell, her grief was the catalyst for her current hobby-- which is what turned it into a hyperfixation.

I'm not going to lie to you, this revelation puts your relationship on pause. She's going to use you to get what she wants, and she wants her family back.

Donna pulls out all the family photo albums and portraits. She coaches you on her mother's laugh, her father's focused expression. She gets the projector and plays you home movies to show you how they walk and talk. Anything she can show you to help identify the ghosts of her family, she does it.

If you tense up, Donna gets so excited. Is it someone she knew? Her sister, maybe?

Unfortunately, most of the ghosts around are Donna's victims. They huddle in the corners of her home, rocking back and forth in terror, clawing at the walls in a futile attempt to escape whatever horror they've been eternally trapped in.

Sometimes, at night, you hear soft whimpers and scratches at your door...

If there is a ghost that isn't a member of her family around, Donna gets frustrated with it. She will banish any ghost that isn't a member of her family, or a member of the previous staff that could help them in the afterlife.

Eventually you need to sit her down and have a serious conversation with her. You're not something she can use to connect to her family. You might be willing to help, but all she's done lately is treat you like an object, not a partner. It has to stop.

It's the wake up call Donna needs. You both hold each other and cry for a long time, because the last thing she ever wanted to do is hurt you, but... She misses them. So much.

You still look for their ghosts for her, still tense in the hallway, but Donna stops asking you to describe them to her. She trusts you to tell her if they look familiar now. She can be patient.

Salvatore Moreau

Fish man might have been a doctor once, but he is a Small Town Doctor from a small fishing Hamlet. I don't care how much "logic" and "reason" you might think he has. This man is SUPER-fucking-STICIOUS.

Salt over your shoulder, four leaf clover carrying, fear of curse having man DOES NOT LIKE the idea of being haunted.

The ghosts of the reservoir are extra spooky too. Some of them are mid-mutation from the failed Cadou experiments...But the drowning victims are more common.

There aren't many ghosts around, but when they do appear, they're bloated, skin slipping off their bones, clothes dissolving around them as they glide through the air. They move much slower than other ghosts too, like the fact that they died in the water has permanently trapped them in that state.

If you tense up out of nowhere, Moreau does too.

What did you see?? Are they close?? Do they look bound to an object??

Salvatore will turn into his giant fish form and yeet anything that you might feel to be haunted over the mountain range. He takes no chances with that shit.

You two both are regular customers of the Duke's specifically for new exorcism methods. The Duke doesn't scam you guys either-- he provides candles, scriptures, holy water, perfumes, all of it works to keep the spirits at bay.

You and Moreau will walk around the reservoir, on guard for any hauntings, and clean up any area that might possibly have a ghost attached to it. It's a incredibly weird and very niche bonding experience.

By the end of the day, the reservoir is the least haunted place in the whole Village. Just how you and Salvatore like it.

Karl Heisenberg

Eat my ass, spirits

Heisenberg is not afraid of ghosts. He actually makes fun of you a little bit for even believing in them, until he sees you tense up out of the blue.

He trusts you enough to know you're not lying to him, so he knows that you are seeing something. He just doesn't know if they're really ghosts.

There aren't as many ghosts in the factory as there are at the Castle, but there is still quite a few.

A lot of them are missing limbs, unsurprisingly. They gasp and scramble around, eyes (if they are even there) bulging out of rotting faces as they scan the surrounding area for their missing pieces. They scuttle around like spiders up and through the walls, poking their heads into random rooms and constantly searching for something, anything to make them whole.

The worst thing about them is that they ALL scream when they see Heisenberg. It's not even a wail like from a normal ghost-- this is a full on shriek of rage and grief. They know who he is. They know what he's done. And they can't do anything about it.

Is it any wonder that you tense up all the time?

After you describe the ghosts in more detail to your partner, Heisenberg sets his jaw, gets pissed, and finds a way to exorcise the lot of them. While he can't see them, you can, and they might make you think less of him. He can't have that.

Plus, they're obviously bothering you. Karl does not tolerate some dumb spirits harassing his partner. If he has to nail a couple crucifixes to the wall and get a spray bottle of holy water, he will.

He also sees if he can kill his victims in an isolated section of the factory. Maybe having one specific room might limit the range on these things? It also makes for easier clean up.

[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

read sex education here!

Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.

[kennacore]

Notes: Howdy!! I decided to make a version of this fic that includes amab terms just to be more inclusive!! :D I really hope you enjoy!! I edited this quite a lot but I may have accidentally missed something, so if I did I’m sorry😭😭!! Its like 3am

Disclaimers: Smut (obviously), Puff is downbad as fuck, “Breeding” kink, AMAB reader, reader is shy, there's a mix of degradation and praise included.

Word count: 4475 roughly

The other version can be found here!!

This was your first time ever being at a concert. Everything was so thrilling! There weren't very many people at the concert, but you didn't mind! That just meant there was more room for you. The crowd around you was cheering, dancing and singing along to the lyrics of whatever song was currently playing at that time. Flashy colorful lights swam across the dimly lit room as music roared from the speakers. The bass that boomed from said speakers was so strong you could feel it rattle you to your core.

You weren't typically the type to go to such an upbeat event, you tended to be in more quiet, reserved areas. But you just had to go see one of your favourite bands of all time. The second you heard Your Favourite Martian was performing in your area, you knew you had to go. You've been a fan of them for ages now, so getting to see them play up close in person was such an honour. You loved not only their music, but the band members too! You had small crushes on each of the band members, but especially the lead singer, Puff.

You were grateful you had a spot so close to the stage since you could see better that way. You couldn't help but eye Puff up the entire concert, he was even better looking in person. Sure your eyes would glance over at Axel, Deejay or Benatar occasionally. But you mainly stayed fixated on the singer in front of you. He had caught you staring a few times, but everytime you two made eye contact you would be quick to look away from him in a bashful manner. You were never good with eye contact, especially when it was with someone you had crushed on for so long.

Time passed on and it seems as though the concert has come to an end. The band members all waved to the crowd. before shuffling off backstage, except for Benatar. Before the front curtains could be drawn down, he approached the mic before speaking into it hesitantly.

"Ello everyone! Uh, Puff forgot to mention this. but we're havin a little meet and greet tomorrow evenin. It'll be located at the backside of the concert hall here if that's your cup of tea. We can even sign somethin for you or-" Benatar was cut off by Axel, the drummer of the band, who poked his head out from behind the stage. "They get the point dickhead! You're ramblin bruh. Get off the stage you virgin." The brunette shook his head before his head disappeared behind the curtain once again. Axel's words seemed to make the blonde sheepish, because he was quick to turn red as he waved farewell to the crowd before scurrying off stage to join his fellow band members.

So, there was a meetup? Oh man, you totally need to go! You would love to meet them all, but especially Puff. Getting to actually speak to him one on one would be a dream come true. You just hoped you wouldn't be too nervous around him, but being so close to the singer would surely make you act up. Are you seriously willing to embarrass yourself just to say hello to him? Yes, yes you are. With your mind now being made up, you wandered back home for the evening, and made sure to get lots of rest that night. Because you couldn't wait for what awaited you tomorrow.

-

Tomorrow evening came faster than you expected. Your feet peddled you across town on your bicycle as fast as they could. You could have taken your sweet time getting there, but you just had to meet them as soon as you could! You were too eager to take things slow. You made sure to wear one of your best outfits, it was a bit slutty but you may or may not have done that purposefully. You wanted to show off for the band!

At last you arrived. You hopped off your bike before leaning it against the sidewall of the concert hall. Quietly you made your way around to the backside of the building, your heart was pretty much leaping out of your chest as you took those final steps. You could hardly contain your eagerness.

The closer you got, voices came into earshot. "There still ain't a single person here Puff, we might as well give up man." a deep voice spoke distantly, their words were followed by a sigh. You could only assume it was Deejay, due to how deep the voice sounded. "I cant fucking believe this! No one came to our meet and greet!? This fucking sucks satans cock! Like c'mon there's gotta be SOMEONE out there who would want to meet us!" That was the voice of Puff! You could easily recognize it in an instant.

As you approached the tour bus, their words finally hit you. No one else came to the meet and greet? That's awful, you could see why Puff was upset. But, at least you were here now! Hopefully having at least one fan show up would make them happy.

You took one last deep breath as you approached the tour bus door, gingerly giving it a light knock. "That better be a fan and not Tig and that little bitch again, if that little bride of Chucky is out there, I'm outta here man." you heard the deeper voiced individual speak from the window. You had no clue who Tig or ‘That little bride of Chucky’ could be, but that wasn't your main concern right now.

At last the door swung open to reveal Puff who was standing there in all his glory. The singer was quick to look you up and down with a smirk before speaking "damn dude, you have a great looking body!" Puff exclaims. Instantly you felt a rush of heat go to your face, your lips part slightly in shock at his words. Did Puff from the hit band YFM just hit on you? Holy shit. "Puff you dumbass bitch, they're probably a fan! Knock it off before you scare the poor fuckin thing man." Deejay shakes his head in disbelief at Puff's words.

You couldn't help but look down at the floor timidly, you surely didn't expect this. "Oh shit, are you a fan? My bad haha. You just really do have a nice bod.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see Deejay sigh while facepalming before taking a sip of what seemed to be orange juice. You gaze up at Puff before nodding "yeah! I um, I'm a fan! My name is y/n, I've been a fan of you guys for quite some time now. I've always especially been a fan of you, Puff..." you trailed off as you began to shyly fidget with your fingers and sway side to side gently on the spot, it was a nervous habit you had picked up. "Well hey! A fan of ours is always welcome into the tour bus, especially such a cute one. Come on in." Puff smirked as he gestured for you to come on inside.

After a little while of you, Deejay and Puff sitting at the table chatting together, Deejay stood from the table. “Yo uh, it's been real nice meetin you, Y/N. But I gotta go get them idiots Axel and Benatar from Burger World. Them motherfuckers gonna have the place blown up if I don't get my ass down there soon. I'll be back later with those two dumbasses if you wanna talk to me then." the chubby man grinned while giving you a friendly pat on the back, before he headed out the door. You returned the smile and waved farewell before turning around to face Puff.

This means you and Puff were now alone in his bus together, holy shit. Your face went red at the realization. Puff laughed aloud as he took notice "Damn dude, you always blush this bad around guys, or am I just that irresistible?" Puff flashed a cocky grin your way while raising an eyebrow. You let out a nervous chuckle before shaking your head "sorry I just, I'm a bit nervous…” you gave Puff a shy grin.

"Well hey, there's no reason to be so nervous, it's only me! You get to hang out with the best singer in the whole world one on one baby!!" Puff chuckled and gave you a wink. Oh there's no way he DIDN'T know what he was doing to you at this point. The way he kept smirking, winking and calling you such flirtatious nicknames... it was driving you mad! Your blush probably got worse, your face was on fire at this point. All you could mumble was a small "gosh…” this of course only made Puff laugh again.

"Anyways, did you want me to sign anything for you? Or did you just come here to see the one and only Puff Puff in the flesh" as he spoke, you realized you forgot to bring something for him and the others to sign! "Oh no…. I forgot to bring something for you guys to sign. Oh man, this is awful…” You admit as you place your head in your hands, you felt incredibly embarrassed.

"hey c'mon now man, don't sweat it! I'm sure I can find something around here to sign for you." Puff gave you a thumbs up before he started to venture around the bus for something he could write on. A few minutes later, Puff came back with a scowl on his face. "It seems like that idiot Benatar wasted all our paper on his garbage diarrhea songs again! So I'm other words, I don't have anything decent to write on…” he shook his head.

"Oh, that's okay Puff! Just getting to meet you was enough for me" you beamed at the boy in the red hoodie. As you finished speaking however, Puff got an idea. "Wait, I have an idea. How about I just give you my signature on your arm?" Puff quirked an eyebrow upwards while questioning you. You nod in agreement at his plan as he grabbed grabbed a marker from his hoodie pocket. "Alright, just follow me baby, I'll take you somewhere more comfortable." Puff smirked a hella devious smirk as he took a hold of your hand before leading you towards the back of the bus.

Puff led you to an area that contained bunk beds, this must be a sleeping quarters of sorts for the band members to rest in; yeah, that made sense. The man sat down on what you assumed was his bed, before patting the empty spot beside him. Hesitantly you sat next to him. Puff then without warning pulls you in closer to him, before grasping onto your arm. The action made you gasp as your heart skipped a beat. Being so close to him was making your head dizzy. He was quick to press the marker to your skin before scribbling down his signature in a seemingly sloppy way.

“Do you want me to sign….. anywhere else?" His smile seemed innocent enough, but there seemed to be a devious glint deep in his eyes. You gave the singer a confused look "What do you mean, Puff? Do you want to sign my hand too or something?" You joked but to your surprise Puff nodded. "Yeah sure, I might as well spoil my number one fan" he says before grabbing your hand. Once he was finished this time, he gave the signature a little kiss.

You couldn't help but hide your face after that gesture. He was being so flirty towards you! You swear your heart was going to explode. “Oh Puff, thank you a lot. You're really sweet!" You spoke through your hands, your words probably came out in a muffle but he seemed to understand regardless. "Don't sweat it babe, it's just a little signature. It's really nothing! Hell, I'd do way more than just a signature for my number one fan!" He chuckled.

Way more? What did he mean? Slowly, you uncover your face and question him. “Hey um, Puff? Did you say... Way more? What exactly do you mean by that?" You gave him a confused look as you tilted your head to the left, almost like a lost puppy would. “This is what I mean, Y/N." Puff leaned in and closed the gap between you two, that small kiss was fast to escalate into a whole makeout session. You couldn't help but whimper into his mouth as the two of you borderline tongue fucked each other’s mouths. His kisses were sloppy, desperate and passionate. You fucking loved it. The feeling of his lips on yours made your head feel fuzzy. At some point you had to part for air, the pair of you were panting as you gazed at each other.

"Sorry if that was forward, babe. I couldn't help but think you wanted it! I saw the way you practically eye fucked me while I was on stage at the concert the other day, the way your eyes trailed all over my body. you must really want me, don't you?" as Puff teased, that cocky grin made an appearance on his face once again. All you could do was softly sigh with a nod as you look down at your hands "yeah um I uh, I really uhm... I think you're just y-" you got cut off with a small kiss from Puff. He leaned in close to your ear before whispering “save your voice for later sweetheart, trust me you'll need it for how much you'll be screaming my name.”

His words left you stunned and even more flustered than before if that was even possible. A rush of arousal shot straight between your legs. You could already feel just how hard you were. Was this really happening? It felt like a dream. Well, if it was a dream, you might as well go along with it. You leaned in close to Puff before giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

You hesitated to speak, but eventually you managed to croak out some words. “Puff, are you um.. are we going to? You know…” You questioned. Puff found your shyness adorable, he knew he was going to have to tease the fuck out of you this entire time. He just couldn't resist! "Oh hell yeah babe! if you want me, I'll totally have you bouncing on this dick in seconds. I'll do anything you want me to."

Your breath hitched at his words, he seemed to notice because his downright evil grin only grew wider. You felt lightheaded as you spoke again "Puff... please…” you mewl out. Although you didn't directly say what you wanted from him, Puff seemed to understand. He grabbed your hips and shuffled your body over onto his lap. You could already feel how hard he was through his jeans. "Oh Puff... I've dreamed of this for so long. You confess to him through a whisper as you desperately begin to grind yourself against him. You didn't mean to, but your body seemed to move on its own. The friction felt incredible.

"Oh fuck, don't stop babe." Puff moaned out as he snaked his arms around your form, just so he could give your ass a squeeze. You let out a gasp at the contact. "Holy fuck, your so fucking hard already! I can feel it through your pants. You must really want my cock bad, don't you?" Puff teases as he leans up to kiss you hungrily. You got butterflies in your chest as you returned the gesture. While the two of you were making out like a bunch of horny teens, Puff laid on his back. You were now straddled on his waist, meaning he was now beneath you. Puff broke the kiss after a while so he could look up at you.

There you were sitting on his lap, face burning red while you stared down at him with half lidded eyes. "Fuck.. you're so hot. Can you rip that damn shirt off yourself already?? I need to see you shirtless already. It's driving me crazy not being able to see more of you!" Puff whines out, he was begging you to strip at this point. You nod as you reach your arms down yourself to remove your top. You slowly slid out of said shirt before tossing it to the floor carelessly.

You felt extremely self conscious being so exposed to him, so you gaze away as Puff gawked at the sight of your naked upper body. "Fuck, your so sexy" he praised as he eagerly begun to fondle your nipples. You gasp at the sudden contact, all his praise made your stomach flutter. Your heart was doing flips in your chest.

Puff was quick to put his mouth to work on one of your nipples as he played around with the other. He swirled his warm tongue around your erect nipple before he began to suckle on it. The new sensation caused a loud moan to slip from your throat. You were heavily ashamed with how noisy you were being, so you were fast to cover your mouth up. Puff continued his assault on your chest for a moment, even occasionally biting at it before letting it go with a ‘pop’.

"Babe, you gotta uncover that mouth of yours, I wanna hear all of those filthy noises. C'mon, please baby?" He gave you pleading eyes. You hesitantly uncover your mouth "Alright, but Puff um... fuck, could I please suck you off?" your voice quivered as you spoke. You couldn't believe what you were saying. It was now Puff's turn to blush, he was surprised by how bold you were being all the sudden. He was fast to nod in response though as he eagerly striped himself.

Once he was naked, you instantly began to gawk at his cock. Puff noticed where your eyes were and laughed "take a picture sweetie, it'll last longer" he joked before yanking off your boxers. This caused you to yelp outloud in surprise as your throbbing cock sprung free. "Hey listen, it's only fair that you're fully naked if I am too." Puff began to look you up and down now that you were fully exposed to him. A bit of drool slipped through his lips. He was looking at you as if you were his prey. “Damn, you're fucking hot" he commented.

You couldn't help but nervously giggle at his words while your hands trailed down his smooth chest. As your hands explored, you were admiring his body. His figure was slim, he wasn't super buff or anything, but you but you didn't mind. His entire body was a light tan color, and he had a few freckles and moles on his body here and there, but he was perfect in your eyes.

At last your hands made their way to his cock. You once again gawk and stare at it. His cock seemed above average, and had a slight upward curve to it. A bit of precum dripped from the tip of it. Experimentally, you swipe your thumb across the tip, which causes him to hiss and arch his back. "Fuck, don't tease me like that” he whimpered. You teasingly smile down at him only to continue the action. Puff could only whine and shuffle around as you did, occasionally begging you to finally suck him off, he sure was a needy man.

You decide it's finally time to put your mouth to work. Slowly, you lean down to place a few kisses on his throbbing cock before finally giving him what he wanted. You wrapped your soft lips around his tip before enveloping it in your warm mouth.

Puff gasped sharply as his hand found its way to your hair; he now had a tight hold on your locks. You were quick to get to work. Gingerly you begin to bob your head up and down on his dick, causing the boy to moan and curse out. His grip on your hair only got rougher. "Fuck, babe! Oh god….. that slutty little mouth of yours is wonderful, ugh." This only encourages you to pick up the pace. Puff is now a moaning whining mess beneath you.

You look up at Puff for the first time in a while only to notice he has his free hand gripped roughly in his own hair. You also take notice that his glasses are tilted sideways on his face, pretty much sliding off at this point. Puff's face is burning red as he's looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. His chest rises up and down as he breathes hard. Knowing he looked this way all because of you instantly sent more heat down south. He looked so fucking good right now.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to cum... holy shit don't stop" Puff moans as he begins to pretty much mouth-fuck you. You gently rub his thighs to subtly encourage him, and it seems to work because it's not long before he's shooting his cum down your throat with a deep groan.

You swallow his load, because spitters are quitters. Plus you had to admit; it tasted good. Sure, it was salty but you loved the flavour reaardless. At last you remove your mouth from his cock, some of his cum that you couldn't manage to swallow had slipped out of your mouth and down your chin as you panted heavily. Without much thought, you return to your previous position on his lap, once again straddling his hips while looking down at him.

"Um Puff, do you want me to... to um, ride you?” you inquire. Puff nodded eagerly as he grabbed a hold of your hips "Hell yeah!" you giggle at how excited he was, but you had to admit you were just as eager as he was. You slowly shimmy yourself down onto his cock. You gasp and arch your back at the sheer feeling of it all. He felt great inside of you. You remained still for a moment as you adjusted to him, but after a few moments he needily began to plead for you to ride him already. As you begin to bounce yourself up and down on his cock, you place your hands on his chest for extra support.

[harrylovex]

SPIN THE BOTTLE

summary: chris is shy around you until he gets drunk...

warnings: fluff, kissing, alcohol usage, chris being handsy ;)

a/n: playing spin the bottle with chris would just be a dream 😩😩😩 especially if there is sexual tension between the two of you, gaaaawwwdd this is what i’m dreaming about tonight

it was your friend emily’s 35th birthday and she was having a huge party at her house.

everyone you knew was going, including your favourite person in the whole world, chris evans.

you two had been introduced to eachother at a summer barbecue a few years back by emily, and you had been pining after him pretty much since then.

you and him had hung out with eachother a few times at other gatherings and you got on really well, but chris was shy around you.

he was reserved around everyone really, it had nothing to do with you. it was his nature.

but, when he would get drunk, it would be like something in him switched. his shyness would completely disappear and he became the life of the party.

you knew that chris secretly did like you, he would never admit it sober though. on the occasions when he would get drunk, which was pretty much every party, he would get really handsy with you.

he would keep you with him all the time, holding your hand and squeezing your hips, pulling you onto his lap whenever he sat down. he liked to be protective over you, and you cherised every minute of it. it was the only time when you could be close to him.

a few times, chris had kissed you, taking you by surprise. it would usually happen when you had to leave, a long goodbye kiss, his hands grabbing at your waist as he moaned into your mouth.

both of you remembered everything that happened when you were drunk, but it was never brought up.

you had never met anyone nicer than chris. he was incredibly charming and down to earth, always thinking of other people before himself, not to mention unbearably handsome and sexy.

emily knew how much you liked chris, she had spoken to him about it before, asking him questions about you, but he was never one to talk about his feelings. he liked to keep it private.

you turned up to emily’s and her husband opened the door, greeting you.

you stepped inside, eyes landing on emily in the kitchen. you made your way over to her.

“happy birthday!” you embraced her in a hug, shoving her present into her hands.

“y/n thank you so much! let me get you a drink.”

she led you over to the drinks table, pointing to an array of wines. as she prepared you a glass, your eyes scanned the room.

“no point in looking for chris. he’s not here yet.”

you blushed, embarrassed at being caught. emily just laughed, handing you the glass.

“i’m making us all play some fun college games tonight. it’s time you and chris got together.”

you laughed, wondering what she was planning.

you spoke to a few of your friends, catching up on what had been going on in their lives.

“chris! hey you look great!”

you had your back turned to the door, but you knew by the sound of chris’ voice that he had just arrived. your palms started to turn a little sweaty.

pull yoursef together y/n, you thought to yourself.

you quickly finished your conversation, turning to find chris.

he was by the bar cart, grabbing a beer. he was wearing a white long sleeved t-shirt and some blue jeans. the t-shirt was insanely tight and left little to the imagination.

you inhaled deeply before walking towards him. he caught your eye before stepping towards you.

“y/n hey! long time no see!” his eyes lit up, embracing you in a huge hug.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of his body pressed against yours, his hands squeezing your hips slightly.

“how have you been?” you asked, leaning beside him on the counter.

“busy with work, i’ve been looking forward to this party for ages.”

your conversation flowed easily as he sipped his beer. he asked about your work and your family until a few other guests arrived.

throughout the rest of the evening, you mingled with your friends, sipping through a few glasses of wine.

the lounge was crowded with people, all chatting happily. you peeked at chris a few times, seeing him laugh at a joke emily’s husband was telling.

he caught your eye sometimes, smiling cheekily at you as he raised his sixth beer bottle of the night, poking his tongue out before swallowing the liquid.

you realised that the alcohol had reached his system around an hour later when you felt a pair of hands slide over your hips, soft lips kissing your ear. you were leaning elbow-first against the island in the kitchen, your back to everyone else.

you smiled to yourself before turning around, knowing that you would find yourself face to face with chris.

the feeling of his lips against your ear tickled, making you laugh. you spun yourself around, holding onto his biceps as his hands rested on the counter on each side of you.

“chris you are so drunk!”

he smirked, licking his lips. his eyes were incredibly dilated, his cheeks rosy.

“so...? i’m having fun.”

“i can tell...why have you taken a sudden interest in me then? had enough of everyone else?”

“well, everyone is super boring, and i haven’t spoken to you in a few hours. plus, i like talking to pretty girls like you.”

you laughed, moving your hands from his biceps to his chest.

“you have no filter when you’re drunk.”

he smiled, grabbing your hand in his.

“i need to go for a piss, come with me?”

“ugh chris, you sure do know how to impress a girl with that language.”

“so is that a no?” he pouted.

“i never said that.” you mumbled, making him smirk.

he grasped your hand tighter, pulling you upstairs towards the bathroom.

you fixed your hair in the mirror while chris relieved himself, laughing at him when he nearly fell over.

you stood to the side as he washed his hands, staring at him through the mirror.

once he had finished, he pulled you towards him, burying his face in your neck as he gripped your hips.

“god you smell so delicious.” he mumbled.

“so do you.” you smiled, running your hands through his hair.

“and you look gorgeous in that dress, it’s making me go crazy.”

you laughed, pulling chris’ face up so you could see his eyes.

“chris you would never say or do any of this if you were sober.”

“haven’t you ever heard of that saying? sober thoughts are drunk words. i can never bring myself to do this stuff when i’m sober, i get shy easily.” his eyes darted from yours for a second.

“well there’s no need for that, you must know by now that this thing we’ve got going on is mutual right?”

he laughed, nodding.

“i guess yeah, the things we do drunk you never mentioned afterwards so i just sort of put it to the back of my mind.”

“i never mentioned it because i know how shy you are when you’re sober.”

“okay well, we’ll talk about this later yeah? work something out.”

you smiled, pulling at his ears. “fine.”

he entwined his hand with yours again, pulling you out of the bathroom.

just as you walked out, emily came rushing up the stairs.

“guys! we’ve been looking everywhere for you...” she paused, looking at your hands suspiciously. “did you just have sex in my bathroom?” she smirked.

“no!” you said defensively.

chris just smirked.

“whatever...come down to the lounge, the foods here.”

you walked behind emily, swatting at chris’ hands when he tried to pinch your butt everytime you took a step down.

you grabbed yourself another glass of wine, silently watching as chris got himself another beer, he was going to have such a hangover tomorrow.

you went to sit yourself down at the table, but not before chris grabbed your waist, pulling you up.

“what are you doing?”

“i want you to sit with me.” he pouted.

“you’re such a simp.”

he laughed, not seeming bothered by your comment.

you sat next to him throughout dinner, using a single fork to feed yourself as chris had occupied himself with holding your left hand in his lap.

you smiled as you ate, hoping that tonight could be the night when he got over his fear of being embarrassed to show affection when sober.

everyone chatted through dinner, not bothered by you and chris being affectionate. they were used to it by now.

afterwards, emily ordered everyone to sit in a circle in the lounge. no one protested because they were all pretty much drunk, going along with the game.

chris pulled you into his lap, kissing your temple.

“you two, no sitting-in-laps allowed. not for this game anyway.”

you laughed, moving to sit next to chris. he wasn’t happy about the seating change, pulling you as close to him as he could.

“okay i’ve been reminiscing about the good old college days, so tonight we’re gonna play spin the bottle.”

some of the guests groaned, rolling their eyes.

you looked at chris, but he just winked at you.

emily placed one of the empty beer bottles in the middle of the circle, spinning it quickly.

you watched as it spun round, everyone silently waiting.

it landed on john, who was sitting across from you. the guests um’ed and ah’ed as john crawled into the middle of the circle, leaning over to give emily a quick peck.

emily laughed, clapping her hands. “okay! who’s next?”

it went on like that for a while, boys kissing girls, boys kissing boys and girls kissing girls.

when it got to your turn, it landed on brad, who was sitting near chris. you heard chris inhale deeply, making you smirk.

you reached over, giving brad a small peck whilst he smiled greedily at you. chris never let go of your hand, his grip tightening.

you sat back laughing a little at chris who looked like he was about to lose his shit in the next three seconds.

“chris, relax.” you kissed his cheek, shuffling closer to him.

“i fucking hate this game.” he mumbled in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“chris! stop being a dick and spin! it’s your turn.”

you laughed at the comment made by john. chris kept a straight face as he spun the bottle, his fingers tapping on your knee.

it landed on you. you felt everyone’s eyes on you as you looked up at chris, who was now smiling like an idiot.

your hand went to his cheek as he leaned in to capture your lips with his.

after the peck, you went to pull away but chris held the back of your neck firmly, kissing you harder.

you laughed in your head, kissing him back enthusiastically.

“okay guys...guys! get a room for god’s sake.”

you felt a pair of hands pull at your shoulders, pulling you and chris apart.

everyone was staring at you two, laughing hard. a rush of embarrassment washed over you and you blushed, looking over to chris.

he was still smiling, enjoying himself.

you tried to keep a straight face as you slapped chris’ chest softly, but he grabbed your hand and made you laugh.

“what? i saw an opportunity and took it.” he kissed your knuckles as you smiled.

a few more rounds were played, but you could see that chris was getting bored. to be honest, so were you, you wanted to get chris alone.

finally, a few people got up to leave as it was getting late. emily ordered a few taxis while pulling you to the side.

“you and chris can sleep here tonight if you want. i prepared the spare bedroom just in case. a few of us are hanging out in the lounge but the garden is free if you want some space.” she winked.

you laughed, thanking her for being so understanding.

“oh and by the way, i’m not letting you two back in the house until you sort yourselves out.”

you rolled your eyes, walking back over to chris who was waiting by the sofa.

he was still drunk, but less so. his eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired.

he stayed silent, pulling you in for a hug as you waved goodbye to the guests.

“emily said that we can sleep here tonight if you want? she prepared the spare bedroom.”

“that sounds like a great idea. i don’t think i’m sober enough to go home anyway.”

you laughed. “can we go and sit outside by the fire?”

chris nodded, pulling you towards the back doors.

the fireplace was already running, chris dragged a chair as close to it as possible, plumping up the pillows before lifting you effortlessly onto his lap.

you draped your legs over his thighs, resting your head on his chest.

“you’re quiet. what are you thinking about?” you questioned him, your fingers tapping his collarbone.

he laughed under his breath, sitting up straighter.

“i was just thinking about earlier. how you said that you feel the same. is that true?”

“chris, of course it’s true. do you really not see it?”

“well most of the time i just think that it’s because we’re drunk.”

“it’s not, i promise. the reason i only show affection at parties is because i know how difficult it is for you sober.”

he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

you turned your head to look at him. “emily’s been trying to get us together ever since we met.”

“seriously?”

you laughed, running your hand along his abs, over his t-shirt.

“yeah, she’s obsessed with us.”

chris laughed, kissing the top of your head. the two of you fell silent for a few minutes.

you were relishing in the feeling of chris’ cheek pressed against the top of your head when he spoke again.

“so...what do you say we give it a try then? you know...“ he paused. “this whole relationship thing.”

you looked up at him, smiling. “mr evans...are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

he smirked. “maybe i am...do you accept?”

“yeah...yes i do. i would love to be your girlfriend.”

he started smiling widely, pulling you closer to him so he could reach your lips.

he pressed his lips against yours, his hand running up and down your back.

you smiled into the kiss, parting your lips a little to give him access.

he saw the opportunity and took it, pushing his tongue into your mouth to meet yours.

you pulled back after a while, breathing heavily.

“if i knew you could kiss like that i would’ve asked you out ages ago.”

you laughed, snuggling back down into his chest. you inhaled deeply, smiling to yourself as you eyes started to close.

tags: @before-we-get-started

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

harry with a mommy kink please 🥺 like you bend him over your lap and spanking him, make him a whining mess

pairing: harry potter x reader 

warning(s): 18+, dom!reader, mommy kink, spanking, mentions of male masturbation, oral (female receiving), face sitting, orgasm denial 

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this was literally just going to be a drabble but it turned into 1.6k words of pure sub!harry. enjoy!

“Undress,” you said to Harry, not even looking back at him, as you entered your room. 

You heard the door shut behind you and an immediate shuffle of clothes being removed. You smirked to yourself, secretly pleased with the way this night was rolling out, but you couldn’t let him see that. Right now, you had to slip back into the role of very disappointed dom. 

He knew it was coming from a mile away. That very morning, when you were going to hop into the shower with him to surprise him, you had caught him breaking one of your rules. One of his rules, that he had fully agreed to long ago, was that he couldn’t touch himself without your permission. But there he was in the shower, with his cock in his own hands and his head thrown back as he worked himself to release. He stopped the second his eyes landed on you through the glass, but it was already too late. Needless to say, he went to work on the edge and half hard. 

When you finally turned around, you had already stripped yourself of your blouse and pants, he was fully naked and half hard. Perfect. 

“Come,” you ordered from the spot you picked on the edge of the bed and he immediately walked over to you, coming to a stop between your spread legs. “You remember why you’re about to be punished, right?” You asked, a gentle tone in your voice as you watched the way he was already beginning to squirm. You reached a hand out to rub his hip, coaxing him into calming down. 

“Yes,” he replied, swallowing harshly and doing his best at avoiding eye contact, opting to watch the spot where your hand met his body. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Y-yes, Mommy,” he said, his breathing beginning to deepen as his cock was steadily filling with blood. 

“Good boy. Tell me why.” 

“Because I touched myself without permission,” he spoke clearly, steeling himself against his nerves. 

“Yeah, baby. You broke a rule. And you know what? I probably would have said yes if you had asked like a good boy. I never want you going to work needy and desperate for Mommy,” you explained, watching the way he flushed with embarrassment. Flushed at the thought that this all could have been avoided if he had just been good. 

You pushed yourself back on the bed and rested against the pillows. “C’mere baby,” you coaxed, patting your lap gently. 

He crawled onto the bed and placed himself across your lap, trapping his hard cock in between your thigh and his stomach. It was so hard that you couldn’t stop yourself from commenting on it. 

“You better not cum during your punishment, you’ll only get yourself in more trouble baby.” 

“Yes, Mommy,” he said, the beginning of a whine in his voice. It was cute the way he always got whiny when he was across your lap, so you never reprimanded him for it like you might if he was begging to cum. 

“Good. Show me you can be a good boy. How many do you think you deserve?” You asked, your hand slowly making circles over the flesh of his ass. 

“Ten,” he said hesitantly, shooting low. He knew it would never be only ten. He was far stronger than you were, so you knew you needed to add some extra to get your point across the way you intended. 

“How about twenty? You can handle that, can’t you?” You cooed back, a hand squeezing the flesh of one of his cheeks just to feel the way he flinched against you. 

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied, breathless with anticipation. 

“I better hear you counting for me. Mommy would hate to lose her place,” you said teasingly, and just like that you started. 

Slap after slap wailed down on his ass, slowly turning his skin a pretty shade of red. He dutifully counted each one, even through his gasps and whimpers as the numbers grew and the pain grew with it. His cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum against your thigh, only turning you on in return knowing that he was getting off on this. But you had to curb your own desires until you were done with step one of his punishment. 

“Nine- nineteen,” he whimpered out. “It hurts, Mommy. Please,” he begged helplessly, his voice a high pitched whine now. 

“Oh, I know baby. You’re doing so good. You can take one more for me, can’t you?” You praised, pausing for a moment to rub around his sore ass, making him flinch at the suddenly gentle contact. 

You watched as he nodded and that’s all it took for you to crack your hand down on him one last time, his whole body shaking in your lap at the sharp pain. 

“Twenty,” he practically shouted out, a sense of relief in his voice. 

“Such a good boy for Mommy. You took that so good baby. We’re all done with that now,” you praised, slowly moving his body so he was off of you and laying on his stomach beside you. 

You stroked his back gently as his breathing evened out, your body pressed close against his side just so he could feel you. You knew how much he hated being alone for even a second after something that intense, so you always made sure to stick extra close to him just in case.  

Finally, his head turned to you and his eyes flicked up to yours. You could see the desire in his, wanting nothing more after his day than to get off inside of you, but that wasn’t quite in your plans for the night. 

“You feeling okay, baby?” You asked softly, not wanting to go any further if he wasn’t ready. 

“Yeah. Hurts, but I’m okay,” he replied, trying to subtly squirm his hips on the bed in an effort to give his cock the friction it needed, but you wouldn’t be having any of that.

“Good. Mommy still wants to play with you, baby. Now roll over,” you said, smacking his ass gently to make him jump but he eagerly followed your request. Your poor, sweet boy was rolling over with the anticipation of you sitting on his cock - his favorite thing. You couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized you’d be the only one getting off tonight. 

You stripped yourself of your bra and panties, letting him take you in as you moved to straddle him. You inched your way up his body, letting your nails drag along his sides and his nipples to watch the goosebumps and shivers take over him. By the time your core was in front of his face, he was panting and on the verge of begging. 

“Now be a good boy for Mommy. I want your hands on me or on the headboard the whole time, no touching yourself. Okay?” You told him. 

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied readily, the look of desire in his eyes enough to make you even more wet. His hands hesitantly came up to grip your waist and with that, you dropped down. 

He was an absolute savage. Since the beginning of your relationship you had always wondered who had taught him to do this or if he was just naturally gifted at eating a woman out. And everytime you’d ask he’d just laugh and give you an ambiguous answer, leading you to think he was some type of sex god.

He licked and sucked in all the right places, his tounge going back and forth between fucking into you and twirling around you clit. You were a moaning mess above him, unable to stop the moans and praise from spilling out of your body. He was hurtling you into your release, faster than he ever had you thought, his determined, skilled mouth doing wonders. 

You came with a cry of his name followed by a litany of curses, grinding yourself down onto his mouth to ride yourself through it. His grip was harsh on your hips, holding you down so he could get every last drop of your release, greedily licking you until you were shaking. 

You gently removed his hands from you and rose up on shaky legs, moving until you crashed down on the bed beside him. 

“Thank you, baby. You did so good. Exactly what I needed,” you told him, a hand coming out to comb through his unruly hair. 

“Can I cum now, Mommy?” He asked you, a little over eager but it was still charming. 

You gave him a fond smile before slowly shaking your head. You watched as his face dropped and that desperation creeped right back into his eyes. 

“No, baby. This is part of your punishment. You were bad this morning and bad boys don’t get to cum. You can cum in the morning, but right now it’s time for bed, okay? Go get ready,” you gently explained, finishing with a head nod in the direction of the bathroom. 

You heard the small whine he tried to bite back, but you couldn’t miss the resentful look he gave his painfully hard cock before he rolled off the bed and padded his way into the bathroom. 

“I’m coming with you in a minute so no funny business,” you called after him with a small giggle, stretching your legs and getting ready to follow him, wanting nothing more than to turn your baby’s frown upside down with some much needed kisses.

[swtki]

Nothing - C. D

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem! Reader

Summary: Fears arise when Y/N wants to tell Cedric how many people she’s been with.

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, swearing, not virgin reader.

A/N: yes this is based off of my feelings and Y/N is me but also this ones for my high body count bitches <3 ur sexy luv u xx.

He was perfect, absolutely flawless. The Golden Boy of Hogwarts stood tall and lean in his quiditch uniform, talking to some mates. I watched from the stone archway as I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation, not that he would have minded much. Cedric was always happy to see me, he loved dropping everything if it meant I was beside him.

His conversation ended once he spotted me and his face lit up in a smile. He did a small jog over to my place on the stone pillar, he immediately pulled me into a warm hug; which despite it being September and warm outside, I accepted with open arms. The scent of his cologne filled my head, replacing the world around me.

“Hey,” he lifted his head and kissed the top of mine, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.”. I smiled, he was in love with me and we both knew it.

“You just saw me like two hours ago.” I laugh and pull away. Six months of seeing each other and our relationship was exciting and we longed to see each other constantly. As we walked, our hands linked together, it was natural for us.

“You know,” Cedric said as we tossed our books onto the plush grass, “Christmas break is coming up.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” I reply, shrugging my shoulders. “You’ll go home, I stay here as per usual?”

“Actually, I’ve convinced my Dad to go visit some relatives in America, so I’ll be here.” He noticed my confused expression. “I just want to spend this year with you, since you never go home and your owl isn’t the best at flying to a location.” I laughed, he wqs right; my owl was a poor bastard.

“I see...are you sure you won’t miss home? Theres not going to be anyone here - I mean except the handfull of other Hufflepuffs that stay. Its awfully boring.” I watched his face soften, leaning in closer to me.

“Thats exactly why I wan’t to stay.” The air outside was cold, but his warm body made it bearable. “You’ve never spent the night with me - sleeping in my bed, I mean. I dunno, just kind of thought you might like a sleep over in the prefects dorm.”.

“Oh.” I looked back down at my feet, avoiding his eyes. He was right, we’d never been in the others room, never mind going to sleep in it. I knew he would never expect me to have sex with him, he genuinely just wanted to see me - to hold me for just one night.

“I know we haven’t ever...y’know, so I of course don’t think this is my lucky chance or anything. Although, if it were I would love it - because you know it would be my first time-“ he quickly shut up when he realized I had gone stiff. There it was, the truth that he could tell me and I couldn’t tell him; He was a virgin, I was far from it.

“I need to um...I need to think about it. Okay, Ced? Don’t think you’ve said anything wrong, I’m just afraid that I might.” Kissing him on the cheek, I stood and walked towards the library. “Fuck.” slithered out of my mouth as I made my harsh steps.

The library was dim, candlelight and sounds of quills filling it. I spotted my closest friend, Mae, and thumped myself down into the wooden chair next to her.

“If you’ve come to arrange Hogsmeade plans I’m afraid Professor-“

“Cedric’s a virgin.” I said quietly, she relaxed and looked sympathetically at me.

“Haven’t we known that?”

“Well...yes, but he confirmed it. He wants me to spend the night with him.”

“And you don’t want to?” there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

“No!” I whispered, “Of course I do. Everytime I see him in that quidditch jersey I wanna give him a proper shag.”

“He is absolutley fit, who wouldn’t?” I glared at her. “So, whats the problem then?”

I huffed and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. “I haven’t told him how many I’ve had. He thinks I’m as pure as can be.” Maes face fell along side my own.

“Honestly, Y/N? Cedric loves you so I don’t think it will be too much of an issue, if it is then he’s not worth it. Besides its not like over three, yeah?” I quickly lost eye contact with her. “Oh.”

“Over five, to be honest.” I shamefully admit.

“Listen, whatever number it is won’t matter to him. He cares about you, not how many lads you’ve shagged.” Mae stood and collected her belongings, “I’ve gotta run, I’ll see you at dinner in a few.” We waved goodbye to each other.

The next Saturday soon approached, and most of the young witches and wizards departed in its place. Mae had gone home for the holidays, offering me her long distanced support for the talk I needed to have with Cedric. I desperately wanted to avoid it, telling him could ruin everything I’d come to love.

I softly knocked on the smooth wooden door, listening to the shuffle behind it. Cedric opened it and ushered me in, taking my jacket off as soon as I was. His room was warm, rather small yet clean as could be. It could only fit his twin bed, a dresser, and a desk, all the necessities.

“Would you like to borrow one of my sweaters? I don’t want you to be cold or anything?” He said nervously.

“Oh, I’m alright, this is one of your sweaters actually” I pulled at the hem of my top, we both gave a soft laugh. “Its sort of strange,” I looked around the space, “being in your room, I mean. Nice, welcome of course, yet its still a strange feeling.”

“Theres not much option for seating, so I’ll let you have your choice.” I smiled and studied the chair, it was old and wooden.

“I’ll take the bed, I suppose.” I sat down on top of the yellowish orange quilt and he made himself comfortable on the chair. “Cedric, I need to talk to you about something.” His smile turned to a worried expression. “Do you want to be physical with me? I of course want you more than anything, but I know you’re a virgin so I want to wait for you to be ready. I want you to trust me, and I don’t know. If you don’t want to be intimate yet then we can leave this discussion til then, its not pressing.” I looked down at the floor, feeling the bed dip next to me as he sat. He took my hand into his, tilting his head down so he could look me in the eye.

“Y/N, of course I do. Nothing you tell me is going to change how much I love you, nothing. Please, don’t feel like you must hide yourself from me.” His eyes were gentle, his voice smooth as honey.

“I’m not exactly first in line for the chastity competition, well - actually, I’m probably not even tenth. Its not in the hundreds or anything like that, but there are a number of lads who have seen me in compromising positions. I don’t have anything, but if you want to hold off on being intimate I completely understand.” He brought his hand to my cheek, bringing my face to look at his. He kissed me gently and squeezed my left hand.

“Like I said, nothing is going to change how much I love you. I don’t care if its three or three million, you know it will never be the same with them as it will be with me, because I love you, and you’re the woman I’ve been waiting to give my virginity to.” he wrapped his warm arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you, Y/N”

“I love you. Would it be a bad time to ask if you have a johnny tonight, just for future reference of course.” we both smiled, the room being filled with a mixture of love and warmth.

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