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softlyjiminie · 4 years

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cherry glosses n car washes | j.j.k

⇢ pairing(s): goth!jeon jungkook x sorority sister!reader.

⇢ word count: 7K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: pwp, smut, fluff, college!au, sorority!au.

⇢ summary: in the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing jeon jungkook. but then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. in all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.

⇢ warning(s): please read! brief fight scene, heavy smut, pwp, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, oral sex (male receiving.), oral fixation, fingering, handjobs, heavy!exhibitionism, dirty talk, overstimulation, male masturbation, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!

⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! happy august! i hope you all are having a beautiful summer! the time has finally arrived for this cheeky fic, read with caution! extreeeme jk spice up ahead. ( thank you to @bangtan-headquarters for allowing me to participate in their Bangtan Boardwalk Collab Event! )

everyone knows who YN LN is. some know you as a daughter, a friend but to everyone at alpha delta pi, you were sister. you were a kind to all, taking care of your peers in your sorority, whether that be during times of hardship or just needing a simple friend to pull through. no person went untouched by your bright light, no person went without your cheery smiles and soft spoken voice, through cherry glossed lips and under peach blush. you made friends everywhere you went, entrancing them with sparkling eyes and a soft cherry blossom scent— and although you denied it, you were everything everyone wanted to be; smart, pretty, popular— you were living the dream.

but then there was your dream...jeon jungkook.

with dark ink tattoos of guns and roses spiralling down his arms and intertwining with his finger tips, long, thick hair and more piercings than you could count, jeon jungkook was the epitome of college bad boy. your boyfriend was the complete opposite of yourself, trading out any colour for black sweatshirts and heavy combat boots, grazed knuckles and a pierced lip that contrasted with the bubblegum pink shirts you wore every wednesday because your sorority was obsessed with early 2000s movies and yelling ‘you can’t sit with us!’ to jocks across the quad.

jungkook liked rock music, his motorbike named missy, painting his nails black and writing songs with his little band ( the weeping kittens, which you always found absolutely morbid but loved anyways ) whilst you liked collecting sparkly lipgloss and pretty stationary kits and those sanrio stickers that you liked to put on jungkook’s phone case sometimes. it was a wonder to anyone on campus how you got together, and to say they were intrigued was an understatement.

but you loved him for who he was, even with all of his odd little tendencies; like wearing black in the summer and scrunching his nose up when he laughed too hard, or how he used your hair clips to hold his hair back when he was concentrating. you liked that he quiet in class but loud and giggly with you, soft and sensitive, snarky and sweet. jungkook wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met, not like jung hoseok from your brother frat— who all your friends thought you’d end up with. of course, you’d flirted with the jock once or twice at parties but he hadn’t stolen your heart that night in sophomore year when jungkook stole your kisses in the back of his yoongi hyung’s van.

and although your friends still try to set you two up, jung hoseok will never be your jeon jungkook— there just isn’t anyone else like him.

that’s why you wear his oversized black AC/DC shirt that differs very much from the pink interior of your room, decorated by your roommate in the sorority house on campus. you didn’t have the heart to tell aerum that the feathers above your bed made you sneeze in your sleep, or that her choice of wallpaper sometimes made you woozy and that you’d much rather a less...bedazzled look; so you let her decorate as she pleases, with only a few hums in of agreement when she changes the settings on the LED lights every week. it’s only now that you realise how blistering this summer is, so you have the air con turned up to the max— goosebumps rising on your bare legs as you chat to your boyfriend of a year over facetime about you’re upcoming philanthropy project.

‘a bikini car wash, huh? like in those teen romcom movies you make me watch?”

your boyfriend mumbles absentmindedly—jungkook has his phone propped up against something, giving you a full view of his perfectly toned body as he strums away at his guitar— he claims he’s writing you another song, the lyrics purely focused on your pink skirts and cherry vanilla chapstick, but your concentration slips as you watch his inked fingers tug at his guitar strings...thinking about the way they’d curl around your throat or slip into the warmth of your mouth and press down against your pink tongue.

your lover glances up from playing for just a brief moment, the corner of his red lips twitching up into a brilliant smile when he catches you looking. ‘dollface, you’re staring.’ he whispers smugly, quirking his pierced brow at you and you struggle to hide the warm blush that blooms across the apples of your cheeks and neck.

“no i’m not.”

‘don’t be a brat, you know you are.’

you whine at his scolding tone, rolling over on your disney printed bed sheets because after all, you’re still a little girl... or his little girl as jungkook would put it. he makes a low noise in his throat, finally putting down his god forsaken instrument so he can pay attention to you, before sitting back in his seat expectantly. “are you sure you don’t wanna come? we’re raising money for a good cause!” you try again, jutting out your bottom lip in full pouty mode as you bat your eyelashes up at him. you’d been trying to convince jungkook to come to your philanthropy event for at least a week— the aforementioned car wash that was happening tomorrow— but whenever you brought it up, his gaze would drop and he’d fall quiet. ��we’re donating all the proceeds to food shelters...”

‘i don’t know, YN...’

“i even got a new bikini, i wanna show it off for you!”

‘angel...’ your boyfriend sighs, running a hand through his midnight locks with the lightest hints of frustration. you deflate immediately, dropping the topic in favour for not pushing him any further. you don’t mean to upset him, you just really want him there so you can show him off and gush about how much you love him— the thought itself has your pout deepening before you know it. ‘come on now dollface don’t make that face, you know i can’t help myself when you make that face...’

this much is true, you know that no matter what you’re doing, if you make that face— jungkook’s a goner. “meh...” your voice is quiet and muffled from where you’ve shoved your face into the sheets to hide from jungkook, because you know that you’ll melt if you look at him. you don’t know what it was about him, but your lover always had a way of making you feel small in the best of ways. despite his quiet personality, jungkook was very domineering inside and outside of the bedroom, he cared for you like no other, protected you like no other. he wasn’t one to take advantage your kindness and he wasn’t about to let anyone else do the same so perhaps that’s also why you fell for him.

jungkook hums, leaning into the camera to get a better look at you. ‘it’s not that i don’t want to come and support you baby... i’m just worried that you’ll be exposed too much and—’ he lowers his voice, so you feel as if he’s lying right next to, causing you whimper out for him. the boy tuts, a lazy smile painting his lips as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes. ‘—and god as much as i’d love to see you show off your little outfit for me, i’m not so sure i’d fit in with your...crowd of friends...’ you nod your head slowly in understanding, because as much as you loved the girls in your sorority, they had a knack for making jungkook feel like he didn’t deserve you, purely because he was different from your usual type and jungkook was always too shy and introverted to say anything. you hated that he couldn’t feel comfortable around your friends like you could with his— so you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to come around.

“s’ okay googie,” you hum, curling into a ball on your bed as he laughs at your pet name for him. “i’ll just have to show it to you another time.”

‘another time it is, dollface.’ jungkook repeats, pretending to boop your nose through the screen. you talk for a little while longer before the members of the weeping kittens come in and interrupt your facetime call. the band consists of four members; yoongi the drummer, namjoon the guitarist , jimin the bassist and jungkook, of course, lead singer and guitarist number two. the older two occupy themselves with teasing your boyfriend, poking his cheeks and singing old playground songs ( “YN and jungkook sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”) whilst jimin clings to the youngest like a baby and if you hadn’t known better, you’d have thought that the purple haired male was the baby of the group.

jungkook’s cheeks flush a deep crimson when you decide to play along, wishing him a goodnight that makes his face ripple with cringe. “sleep tight googie-poo,” you coo with a sing song tone, finally sitting up to blow him a kiss. the other members shriek with laughter, ruffling their little junggoogie’s mop of dark hair as you tease him for them to see. “i love youuu!”

‘goodnight angel-bear,’ jungkook says quietly, gritting his teeth has he sinks into his sweater to hide his embarrassment. you know his reaction is more of a result of his hyung’s teasing— he claims he can’t sleep well without saying goodnight in your special way. ‘i love you too...’ he mumbles, giving you a shy smile before hanging up the call, leaving you to fall asleep with an equally wide smile.

“there you go, joongie, hope she’s clean enough for you!”

you grin as you wipe the remaining sudds off of hongjoong’s bright red vintage car that you’re sure he spent all of his college loans on. nonetheless, you take the twenty he offers you from his wound down window and ruffle his matching strawberry hair. “thanks YN-ah,” he giggles, turning away from you for a brief second to tuck his wallet away, he briefly smacks his friend ( mingi ) on the thigh for staring at your boobs — and you can’t blame him, you love those girls — before offering you a bright smile. “you guys did a great job on her.”

you thank him once again, winking at mingi with a sly smile before waving the boys off and waiting for the next customer. the bikini car wash your sorority has set up is booming with business, students from across campus driving in to get their cars cleaned. some of the girls on the committee ordered in pink and white balloons to hang outside your dorm house, with a handmade sign saying ‘alpha delta pi wash!’ painted in pastel shades. your girls are having a great time too, looking stunning in all types of bathing suits that show off their beautiful bodies under golden rays, splashing each other with soapy water to ease the burn of the summer sun against their skin.

you quite like the little number you’re wearing too, a pale pink two piece with obsidian black accents and panelling at either side. you wave to some of the girls as you head over to your booth to count the cash you’ve made so far, when the familiar sound of rowdy cheers and hollering boys fills the air. barely glancing up from your work, you note the excited squeals of younger members of your sorority— already tripping over their flip flops to get a taste of the frat boys that take over your car wash.

“what does a guy have to do to get his car washed around here?”

rolling your eyes, you close the catch box with a drawn out sigh— picking up your gaze to meet that of jung hoseok’s. he stands half a head taller than you, chocolate brown hair parted and pushed back from his forehead, he wears the typical varsity jacket and baseball cap combo, paired with blue jeans and his signature chunky trainers. you wouldn’t lie and say that hoseok wasn’t attractive because you’d messed about with him once or twice before, but now he couldn’t seem to understand the boundaries of your blossoming relationship with jungkook. “pay thirteen bucks and use some manners?” your question is more of a statement, with you not in the mood to deal with a cocky frat boy who thinks he’s entitled to your service. the brunette looks taken a back, not used to your snarky attitude with him, but today was not a day for you to be messed with, all you wanted was to raise money for a good cause and have fun, not deal with assholes like him. nonetheless, the jock hands you his donation with a smirk as you whistle over one of the girls to help him.

“hyeri, you don’t mind helping hoseok over here do you—?”

“no,” hoseok cuts in, stepping between yourself and the older girl— stopping her from taking the equipment she needs to clean his car. you roll your shoulders, a light sweat dripping between their blades as frustration builds up within your temple— dealing with hoseok is bothersome and all you want is to relax and let lose. the brunette steps closer to you, and hyeri watches with blushing cheeks, the short, red head almost wishing she was in your position— her flustered attitude only inflating the boy’s ego. so entitled. hoseok was so so entitled. thinking that he could get anything he wanted from any girl just because he was pretty, and maybe that was the reason why he liked you so much— because you resisted him. “i want you to do it, YN, wash my car for me princess? please?”

scoffing, you cross your arms and send an apologetic look to the bumbling mess that is now hyeri. “book him a slot for me, love? i’ll let you help?” you ask softly to which she nods her head and runs off to take a note. hoseok smiles triumphantly but his win is quickly shot down by the glare you send him, and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. “you know it’s gonna cost you extra for even having me near you, right?”

“that’s an extra cost i’m will to pay...” the boy hums, smirk finding its way onto his lips once again, as he hands you another twenty before heading back to his car full of idiots. relieved that he’s gone ( for the time being ) you release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and head off to grab an extra bucket and sponge to clean hoseok’s obnoxiously bright yellow ferrari, but not before you take a second to reapply a layer of your favourite cherry gloss that had faded during the day.

you miss the recognisable sound of yoongi’s truck while your back is turned to the hustle and bustle of your event, so your skin jumps with goosebumps when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your bare waist. “guess who?” a soothing voice whispers into your ear, causing a light giggle to pass between your freshly glossed lips.

“let me think, is it mr. tall dark and handsome?” you tease, squealing as jungkook picks you up and spins you in his arms. before he’s even set you back onto your feet, your boyfriend attacks your face with soft kisses while tugging you into him. “you came!” you beam, once jungkook finally allows you to pull away— using an inked finger to trace patters on the small of your back. hums of approval sound from the bottom your throat while your stresses melt away, your boyfriend’s presence easily calming you down.

jungkook nods, a small smile tickling the corners of his pierced lips as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and presses your foreheads together. “i realised that i was being stupid,” the guitarist mumbles, lips only inches away from your own— you’re so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin and his own body heat radiating against yours. although your foreheads are growing sticky from sweat ( a result of the intense summer heat ), you don’t mind, loving being in close proximity to your lover. “i shouldn’t let the fact that we have different friends stop me from showing my support, i shouldn’t be one to judge your events or say i think you’re exposing yourself— because this is your body and your choice and i’m so proud of you, sorry for being a dumb boy.”

you boop his nose, heart melting at your boyfriend’s words and even more when he scrunches his nose under your touch. “but you’re my dumb boy,” you add, teasing him slightly as you lean up to brush your lips against his. from the outside, it would appear that jungkook would always be the one to make you flustered— so it amused you when your larger, much more intimidating boyfriend blushed under the slightest touches from you. he puckers his lips, awaiting your kiss only for you to nip at his earlobe and whisper. “now how may i help you today?”

pulling away, you can see jungkook shyly curling in on himself— beyond flustered by your actions. his brown doe eyes avoid your gaze while his fingers slip into the sleeves of his black sweater as if he’s hiding. “i uh, also came to get yoongi hyung’s truck washed... he’s not happy with the state we left it in last time,” your lover mumbles quietly, and now you understand why he’s acting more shy than usual.

with bubbling laugher, you reach onto your tippy toes to ruffle jungkook’s long black locks— effectively moving them out of place. “i can help with that, koo,” you tease and pinch his cheeks as you return to your normal height. “but i can’t promise it’ll be any cleaner than last time—“ jungkook tugs you into his chest once more, opening his mouth to speak, when a car begins honking from your left. you huff, pushing your head into your boyfriend’s broad chest while you grip his sweater. “it’s hoseok...i’m sorry.”

jungkook shakes his head, offering you one of his beautiful bunny smiles before he leans down and captures your bottom lip between his teeth. his deep caramel eyes are locked onto yours before he grasps your cheeks and kisses you fully, tongue slotting perfectly against yours as they battle in a light dance for passion. but as soon as the kiss comes, it’s over, jungkook releasing you while you stand dazed to process what happened. your boyfriend was never one for PDA but you definitely notice how he smirks and revels in the cheers you both get, sending heat straight down to your core and making a light slick pool between your thighs. cheeky bastard. the boy salutes you as he lets you go, allowing you to run off to hoseok’s car while someone else books your lover in, before he heads back over to the truck. you make quick work of building up the suds for washing the car, dipping your sponge into the soapy water as you work on the hood— deciding now of all times, would be an ample opportunity to tease him. in the meantime the guitarist makes himself comfortable in the drivers seat of yoongi’s truck, watching you get to work— and it’s not long before he notices little things about you, like how you lean over hoseok’s car a little more, drawing attention to the curve of your ass or how you purposely drench yourself with the crisp, clear and cool soapy water when you ring out each sponge.

suddenly, jungkook’s pants begin to grow tight and his senses kick into overdrive as he becomes increasingly aware of the show you’re putting on for him. the boy knows what you’re doing, from the way you look at him from over your shoulder, to the spark in your eyes and the way you lick your cherry gloss lips. jungkook’s body acts for him, hand sliding down to the buckle of his pants as he slowly undoes it— his cock is half hard in his briefs just from watching you. he hisses when he grabs his length, pumping it slowly. jungkook feels wrong, dirty for touching himself in public, let alone in his hyung’s van but he can never help himself when it comes to you— so he almost whimpers when you lean over to soap up hoseok’s window and give him a full view of your breasts in the little pink bralette you wear.

the guitarist thanks his luck that his dark sweater covers his dirty work, thrusting he shallowly into his hand— imagining that it’s your cute little pussy clenching around him. the warmth of need bursting in his chest because god, you look so good and he knows you’ll sound better when you’re underneath him. squeezing his cock, jungkook let’s a low groan rumble in his chest— fingertips just brushing at his orgasm.

but the euphoria of his release is suddenly ripped away from him when another girl he recognises as your roommate, areum, from the nights he visits you at the house— knocks on his window. jungkook tears his hands from his pants and gives the girl a smile, driving over to get the truck washed just as you finish up with hoseok. you smile at the job you’ve done and the way the frat member’s car shines as you dry up your hands. right when you’re about to leave to find jungkook, hoseok slips from his vehicle and grabs your wrist so that your attention is turned to him.

“she looks great, YN... thanks for cleaning her up,” hoseok praises you, leaning back against his precious yellow ferrari that you’re sure is loaned ( because realistically what college student could afford such a fancy car ), you blink, appreciative of his thanks and nod your head but your mind is too hazy from the looks your guitarist lover was giving you earlier. you know he’s beyond turned on at this point and your mouth almost waters from the thought of him taking you right there, right now. “is there any way i can repay you?”

you snap out of your thoughts, tugging your wrist from hoseok’s grip and smiling at him sweetly— hoping that it speeds up your interaction so you can return to your boyfriend. “you already paid.” you mumble bluntly, turning to leave once more before you’re pulled back into the taller male’s grasp.

“why so distant YN-ah? let me take you out to say thanks?”

“let me go hoseok.” you warn, growling out your words. it’s like he couldn’t understand, that he was incapable of realising that you just weren’t interested in him like that anymore. your eyes and heart were set on jungkook, your days flirting and messing about with boys from the neighbouring frat were over and you didn’t care what people thought of your new relationship. yes, jungkook wasn’t your usual, conventional type but he was yours. your shy, emo, inked, pierced pretty boy.

“just think about it...” the boy pushes for you to consider it, pulling you into him by the hips as the pads of his fingers sink into your naked skin.

“hoseok.” you repeat, your tone much harsher this time as you push him back by his shoulders.

“just let me—“

the wind is knocked out of you before you have a chance to retort, as you’re yanked free from hoseok’s burning grip into a warm and familiar embrace. you immediately recognise jungkook’s sweet, floral scent and cast your gaze upwards, his sharp jaw is clenched, pierced nose is flared and skin shines under the sun from his light perspiration. you’ve never seen him so angry before, at least not in public. jungkook has never been one to start fights or initiate major PDA in front of anyone, so his attitude today... shocks you. “are you dumb, stupid, or is it both?” your boyfriend spits, anger at hot as the sun that beats down on you. his large palms that hold onto your waist tighten and his possessiveness starts to make you light headed with want. you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re both angry or that jungkook never gets this pissed but you feel the same wetness from earlier begin to gather in your panties. “shit man,” jungkook continues as a crowd begins to gather. “when a girl says to fuck off, you fuck off, especially when she’s taken.”

your pupils blow wide, gaze flickering over to hoseok who’s chest rises and falls with a mix of embarrassment and anger. you can’t tell which is the more domineering emotion. “and what if i don’t ‘fuck off’ what are you gonna do about it freak? we both know she deserves better than you.” hoseok goes for a low blow, eliciting a chorus of ‘ooo’s and ‘fight! fight! fight!’s from the group that surrounds you and his car. your boyfriend clenches his teeth ready to to spit out another comeback when you detangle yourself from his grip and knee hoseok in the dick before giving him a good old sucker punch— watching with a satisfied glossy grin as he doubles over in pain.

“YN, you bitch!” he cries out in pain, and you’re about to swing again when jungkook lifts you by your hips— legs kicking and arms flailing just to get another taste. once you’re a fair distance away, your boyfriend sets you down as you shake out your hand— knuckles barley bruised from the punch and you know that your lover is impressed ( and maybe just a little more turned on ).

hoseok’s frat brothers help him clear up his bloody nose while girls fawn over the poor thing. you’re not surprised when hyeri gives you a disappointed look, punishing you with the task of cleaning the interior of the douche’s car whilst the sorority takes a lunch break. something about repaying him for almost breaking his nose. you don’t mind though, you were far too hungry for something else.

“that was hot,” jungkook mumbles against your neck after everyone’s gone, he’s got you pressed against the door of yoongi’s truck— thigh between your legs and lips barley touching your neck. you moan lowly, feeling your hips naturally grind down against the meat of your boyfriend’s thigh whilst slick gathers at your entrance. the combat jeans he wears are a rough polyester, only adding to your stimulation but you’re beyond turned on at this point, not caring if anyone sees. not that they will, the car wash is closed while everyone’s on break, so you have time to kill. “the way you sucker punched him like that, god i don’t think my dick’s ever gotten that hard that fast...”

your laughter falls into an airy moan, as your fingers dance their way down from jungkook’s sweaty hair to push at his sweater. you wonder how he’s not burning in the thing with how thick it is, not to mention how black clothes attract heat but you don’t question it, only knowing one thing and one thing only. that you want it off. “don’t lie to me googie,” you whine when he pulls away to rid himself of the ghastly article of clothing— a different type of heat building in your core. “saw you watchin’ me wash hoseok’s car earlier, bet you were painfully hard just sitting there knowing you couldn’t touch me,” you breathe, enjoying the way he twitches in your grasp as you yank him up for a blazing kiss. his strawberry tongue swipes over your lips to taste the cherry they have painted on and the flavour bursts in your mouth as he forces your lips apart and tangles his tongue with yours. when he pulls away, only a trail of saliva connects you both, making you both groan in unison. “were you touching yourself, baby?” you ask breathlessly, forcing your head back against the cool surface of the truck.

“fuck, angel face...” jungkook hisses at your lewd words, hips stuttering when you grab his growing bulge through his jeans. “h-how’d you know?

“i just know you.”

your boyfriend presses his lips to yours once again, fingers diving down to pinch your clit over the panties of your bikini— making you squeal with pleasure. jungkook swallows each and every one of your noises, hands trailing up and down your body until the slide under your bralette where inked fingers pull at your nipples and squeeze at your breasts. the peaks harden under jungkook’s touch, which is surprisingly cool despite the weather and you arch your back into him— desperate for more.

“let me feel you,” he finally says, sounding just as desperate as you and you nod, letting jungkook drop your feet to the ground gently and shove his shirt into the front of yoongi’s freshly cleaned truck. the guitarist is about to open the door for you when an idea pops into your head. pulling jungkook’s arm, you point over to the piercing yellow ferrari on the other side of of the lot outside of your sorority’s house and his face falls. within an instant, the key’s of hoseok’s car are back in your hand (after an hour of cleaning it) and jungkook is lowering you onto it’s hood. “want me to fuck you here, dollface? for everyone to see?”

you nod your head, a series of incoherent babbles falling from between your lips as you stare up your boyfriend with a hazy look in your eye— a look that drives him wild. jungkook strips you of your bralette and takes a breast into his mouth, sucking and licking and biting like a man devouring his last meal. you have no choice but to take what he gives you, closing your eyes to the melody of wet, sloppy sounds as his warm tongue swirls around each bud— contrasting with the cold metal of hoseok’s car beneath you. his freehand tweaks your other nipple before dancing down to between your legs as he pushes your thighs further apart. wetness pours from your burning entrance, causing your panties to stick deliciously to your pussy and jungkook groans around your second breast ( having switched between the two ) before he slides his two fingers past the flimsy pink material to circle your dripping hole.

“please koo, finger me...fuck me!” you cry desperately, writhing against the expensive car that your pussy drools onto. he groans, wasting no more time as he pushes his tattooed digits into your tight cunt, you whimper as he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of you— dragging his finger tips against your needy walls as your eyes threaten to flutter shut from bliss.

your boyfriend tuts from your breast, standing straight to lean over you while more of your juices splatter lewdly against the hood of hoseok’s car. “nonono, angel, eyes open, want you to look at me as i stretch you open on this fucker’s car, yeah?” he pants, curling the fingers he has buried in your pussy so that they catch deliciously on that one spot. your bleary eyes focus on one thing and one thing only, your lover. the way that his lips shine under the sun with smears of your cherry lip gloss, and the way that his dark eyes shift to lighter shades of coffee brown in the sunlight— the way his strawberry lips are caught between his teeth as he pleasures you and your heart bursts with adoration. “that’s my good girl...” he mumbles, voice gravelly with need when he notices your open doe eyes.

with uncoordinated movements, you manage to tackle the buttons of jungkook’s pants, pulling his painfully hard cock free from its material confines. he practically whimpers when your burning palm comes into contact with his weighty length, his tip bright red and glistening with need. “feel good baby?” you ask him while doing your best to pump him in time with the thrusts of your fingers, creating the illusion of him being inside of you. jungkook leaks endless amounts of precum, eyes scrunching shut as he grows closer to his orgasm.

jungkook buries his mop of midnight hair into the crook of of your neck, kissing at the skin there. “d-didn’t finish earlier...” he stammers, thrusting his length into your grip. “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum before being inside you...” he wastes no more time, pushing your pretty pink panties aside and slapping is leaking tip against your glistening pussy— teasing you both even though you’ve been craving each other all day. his strong, tattooed arms hook around your legs, bringing you closer to him as he finally pushes his cock past your entrance— you hiss in unison as his weighty length sits within you and you dig your heels into the small of his back to prompt him to move. “shit...angel, dreamed of this pussy all day...”

“then take it jungkook, take me like you mean it,” you almost scream, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. your nails dig crescent moons into his blemished, freckled skin as he circles his hips and drills is cock into you, tip rubbing against your fiery walls while you clamp down on him. your cunt selfishly sucks him in as you find the strength within you to lift your hips and meet his thrusts— loving the way he feels and the burn of his fat cock stretching you open. the air between you seems heavier, hotter as the sun shines brightly above you— your perspiration clouding the glimmer on the hood of hoseok’s car as mix of your arousals smear across the honey yellow paint. you’re messy, dirty, tainting hoseok’s car as jungkook fucks into you with wanton— chasing the release that’s been building in his stomach all day.

you love it though, the way he wrecks your little hole out in broad daylight for everyone to see if they wanted— the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the empty lot in front of your sorority. anyone could come back now and see you taking his cock, and the thought makes your pussy gush with sweet, hot nectar. “your cunt is so greedy, swallowing my cock whole,” jungkook reminds you, pushing his cock into your womb until he reaches the hilt. “you must like me taking you in public huh?” he speaks your thoughts, moaning heavily as you squeeze around his length with every word, your juices wetting him more. jungkook presses down on your tummy and you watch with awe as it bulges slightly— his hips never easing up as he pushes himself impossibly deeper inside of you. “god angel face, would you look at that, look at me inside of you.”

“you’re so big,” you praise from underneath him, gasping as he grinds himself into you— harsh material of his jeans brushing against your sensitive clit. you play a game of back and forth, pushing your hips against each other with every turn until jungkook picks up the pace again, a knot in your stomach begins to form— your orgasm sneaking up behind you as your pussy weeps and cries, painting the front of jungkook’s jeans as well as your pretty thighs. “wanna cum on this thick cock of yours koo, make me cum please please...”

“you’re driving me insane dollface,” jungkook comments through gritted teeth, pounding into you now at a relentless pace— you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your walls, causing your jaw to go slack as you drip endlessly. he shuts your pleas up with the two fingers in your mouth letting you taste the remains of your essence. your boyfriend only manages a few more thrusts before you’re falling limp against him with new colours flashing behind your eyes as cream against his cock. jungkook rides out your high, hitting your g-spot over and over and almost reaches his climax when you hear someone’s footsteps against the gravel. eyes widening jungkook pulls your weak frame into his chest, using the discarded keys to open hoseok’s car door before bringing you inside. your heart thumps as you spot a sister from your sorority in the side mirrors, she seems to be looking for something but for now, you remain out of view.

with that in mind, you push yourself out of jungkook’s iron grip— knowing full well that he still hasn’t cum. ignoring your boyfriend’s nervous and confused expression along with the thumping in your chest, you drop to your knees, paying no mind to the burn the gravel causes against them. “YN, what are you—?” jungkook never finishes his question as you brace yourself on his thighs, giving sweet kitten licks to his tip before taking him into your mouth. you won’t need to do much work, he’s already close and you can tell from the way his abs clench and his fingers weave their way into your hair. your free hands pump what doesn’t fit into your hot mouth, as you drool on his cock and spit gathers on your chin.

your boyfriend whimpers quietly in the front passenger seat and you slap his inner thighs when the girl walks past. you spare a glance to the mirrors once more, swirling your tongue around your lover’s length as he strains to hold in his moans. he whispers ‘pleases’ under his breath, begging you to let him cum...so once the footsteps retreat and disappear completely, you tap his thigh once and jungkook immediately bucks his hips. your jaw falls lax as he thrusts into your mouth as if it were your tight heat, desperately chasing the release he’s been waiting for all day. “fuck, fuck, shit!” he curses as your throat tightens around his length, causing him to spill his seed into your mouth. you swallow gratefully, only pulling away to show him the mess he made of your tongue before letting him pull you onto his lap. “such a dirty girl, sucking me off like that with people around...”

“you loved it,” you tease, twirling his long hair between your fingers as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.

“would have loved to cum inside you, more.”

you straddle jungkook’s lap, letting his half hard cock brush against your soaked panties as you grind down on him. “then let me make you cum again; let me ride you.” you state more so than ask, taking his hands into yours and intertwining your fingers. jungkook looks up at you with bright starry eyes, and you lose yourself within their constellations— you loved him, you knew that and no one would change that. the mood slips into something softer and you’re no longer in a rush to ruin hoseok’s car, instead you take your time easing yourself down onto your love’s length as it hardens with each stroke of your hips.

neither of you will last long this time, sensitive from your previous releases but that doesn’t stop you from slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down to start a steady pace. the length of jungkook’s weighty girth, drags along your velvet walls with each rock of his hips into yours, sending tingles of pleasure down your spend. he lets go of your right hand, using his large inked palm to grab at your waist, guiding you into him in away that makes him whine. he moves onto your ass, squeezing the peachy flesh as you bounce on him, launching you both into new realms of pleasure.

“love that ass baby, how good it looks in this little set,” jungkook whimpers against your sweat slicked skin, closing his eyes to tune into the sounds of your angelic moans and wetness against his dick. “always so pretty for me...”

you swivel your hips in soft circles, clamping down on your lover with each word of praise as he sucks blues and indigos and violets between your breasts, his mouth salivating from watching them bounce with every thrust into your tight heat. he worships you under the golden sun, heated bodies moving together as you both work towards release. “it’s all yours, koo,” you cry, biting your cherry lips— bitten red and swollen from kisses your lover used to soothe your cries of wanton. “i’m all yours.” you add before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and you’re pulling him by the hair to yank him into another sweet kiss, tasting traces of your gloss on his pinkish lips.

“mine.” jungkook claims your mouth as his, as you squeeze and clench and clamp around his girth, tears beginning to roll as your high approaches. the guitarist doesn’t up, letting you swallow his whines as the sensitivity grows too much, the tip of his length hitting that one spot over and over again while you push your hips down to meet his every thrust.

“look me in the eyes when you cum with me.” you growl to him, freeing your hands to cup his cheeks— lips tingling and cunt spasming. jungkook can barely nod but he obliges, deep brown eyes pulling you in as his warm breath fans across your face. you drown in his eyes, falling under as the knot in your stomach finally snaps— your hips falter as you cling to jungkook with all you have, release glazing his cock until he fills you with his creamy essence. your fingers massage his wet scalp while you bury your face into his neck, hearing him whimper and cry out as he fills you over and over again.

eventually, the sensitivity grows too much and jungkook pulls out of you with small moans, fingers finding your messy entrance as a mix of your arousals drips onto the leather seats. “i love you, angel face...so fucking much,” he finally says with glossy eyes and a tiny smile, dipping his finger into your leaking hole and smearing the evidence of your rendezvous against your lips.

“and i love you, more than anything.” you hum back, licking the sweet and salty sheen from your lips before mirroring your lovers smile because all though he’d rubbed of your cherry gloss, jungkook’s cum was the next best thing.

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vampcubus · 5 years

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How about kisses HCs for Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya and Tamaki? 😙

A/N: Absolutely, hun! I had a lot of fun with these~

. . .

Kirishima Eijirou

Not gonna lie, Kiri’s probably the best kisser out of the four.

Of course, your first kiss is a little clumsy, and it takes him a while to lean into more passionate kisses since he doesn’t want to get over-excited and bite through your lip. But he’s a fast learner, and he’s especially fond of giving you spontaneous kisses.

He loves the way you blush and gasp against his lips when he successfully catches you off guard. And if you’re skittish, he’ll find you even more fun to mess with. Doesn’t give a damn about PDA, he’s not above dipping you in front of a crowd to lay one on you when you least expect it. Bakugou always complains, grumbling for you to get a room.

All of his kisses are warm and leave you feeling fuzzy and the slightest bit jittery, eager for the next one. He does like to tease you though, and will purposely press kisses to the corners of your lips just to make you huff and whine. Also if you’re into a little biting he’s more than happy to add a little teeth into the mix, pulling your bottom lip and tongue between his sharp teeth—never enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave you breathless.

His favorite place to kiss you is your cheeks and lips, and you should expect to revive several kisses there each day. He prefers to be kissed on his forehead—he melts every time without fail—and behind his ear, since he’s sensitive there. The slightest press of your lips against that spot has him sighing and pulling you closer.

. . .

Todoroki Shouto

He’s definitely the most awkward kisser in the beginning since affection is something that takes him a good while to get used to.

You’ll notice that he freezes up and doesn’t necessarily know how to respond to the first few kisses, which you’ll most likely have to initiate. It’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, he just doesn’t know how. After you convince him that it’s okay to kiss back, he’ll still be hesitant. But once he’s properly adjusted to kissing you, it doesn’t take long at all for him to get addicted to it.

Expects a kiss every morning and gets confused if you forget. He’ll ask before he kisses you at first, but soon he just stops asking and swoops in to kiss you whenever he pleases. He’s definitely the most shameless about it, doesn’t care who’s watching. If he wants a kiss he’ll get one. Is always amused when you get flustered or embarrassed, often cocking his head to the side in that cute way he does and asking what’s the matter, feigning innocence.

His lips can be both warm or cold, you never know if they’ll be ice cold or blissfully warm. He likes to tease you and keep you guessing by changing his temperature, especially when he’s got his lips pressed to the sensitive flesh of your neck, littering kisses up the length of it.

His favorite places to kiss you are your neck and knuckles since you tend to blush the most when he does. And he prefers your kisses to be directed to his lips and he almost tears up when you kiss his scar, it always calms him down and makes him the slightest bit emotional. Please let him know you accept his face.

. . .

Midoriya Izuku

Absolutely a shy kisser! He probably fantasizes about kissing you months before even thinking about putting it into practice, because he doesn’t know how to bring it up. It’s very likely you’ll have to initiate the first kiss, and various kisses after that. His kisses are always gentle, and nervous at first, especially when he initiates.

He melts into a puddle whenever you kiss him, and mourns each time you pull away too quickly. Even if he’s shy about it in the beginning, Midoriya is an incredibly fast learner and within no time at all, he’s become an expert at it. It’s almost absurd how good he is at it after a while. Of course, his kisses are usually soft, slow, and sweeter than honey. His lips are as considerate and passionate as he is, leaving you feeling both warm and breathless each time.

Izuku has a hard time letting go once he’s got your lips pressed against his, and will chase your lips shamelessly each time you pull away if you’ve got him worked up. Absolutely gets touch-starved if you haven’t kissed him in awhile. He’ll pout if you tease him, and is at his happiest when he’s covered in your lipgloss.

He becomes flustered if you catch him by surprise, face turning several shades of red and he stumbles adorably over his words whenever you spontaneously lay one on him. Izuku doesn’t really like PDA since he’s so easily flustered and would much rather show his affection when it’s just you and him. He handles kissing you in public much better as your relationship progresses, but he’ll always be that timid schoolboy you feel in love with.

(Izuku has this secret desire to kiss you in front of Kacchan, as a silent “fuck you,” or a means to silently say, “I win.” Hey, can you really blame him though?)

Izuku has a hard time deciding what his favorite places to kiss you are because he loves kissing you everywhere! But if he had to choose… he’d have to settle on your lips, the back of your shoulder, and your cheek. If he’s focused on work he’ll often kiss the closest space he can reach without taking his eyes off his assignment. He, on the other hand, is incredibly fond of you kissing his lips, neck, forehead, and the back of his hand—he melts into a puddle whenever you do that, and is convinced he wouldn’t be able to live without it—although he has a hard time choosing. His neck is sensitive, so I encourage you to take full advantage of that!

. . .

Amajiki Tamaki

Definitely the easiest to fluster when it comes to kissing. The first time you kissed him, he actually fainted—and you’d only pecked his cheek!

Tamaki’s anxiety makes even the smallest displays of affection difficult to handle. It’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, the thought just terrifies him. It even gets to a point that he asks Mirio to help him rehearse, they don’t actually kiss of course! Mirio printed out a cutout of your face taped to a popsicle stick and imitates your voice the best he can. It helps a lot actually, so you have the blonde to thank when the very next day he marches—more like stumbles while trembling like a leaf—over to you and shakily asks if he can kiss you.

Of course, you let him, and he rushes to press his lips against yours with his eyes squeezed shut for a breath of a second. He’ll want to know if he did it right, and you’ll have to reassure him that you like it. Your words have a greater impact on his confidence than you might think, so any encouragement or praise helps. He’s shy about kissing for a very long time, and most kisses will be feather-light and sweet.

He’d actually die if you smooched him in public so don’t do that! He only likes to be peppered with kisses when you’re alone.

After a while, he gets better at it, and while he never quite shakes his tremors, you’ll notice how much he loves being kissed longer and more passionately. You’ll have to take the lead most of the time, but he’s excellent at following your lead.

You’d never suspect it, but Tamaki is a bit of a biter. You’ll notice that he often nibbles on your bottom lip, catches the tip of your tongue between his teeth, and spends extra time leaving subtle marks up around your collarbones. He just likes to sink his teeth in every now and then.

Tamaki’s favorite places to kiss you are your forehead and cheeks. He feels much more comfortable kissing your face even in the presence of others. That and you’ll know if he’s in a good mood because he’ll constantly trail butterfly kisses across your cheeks. Tamaki loves being kissed all over his face. Literally anywhere on his face is fair game and he melts into putty the moment your lips press against his reddened face. And while he’ll never EVER admit it, his ears are his spot and kissing his them never fails to send him into convulsions.

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matchamorphosis · 4 years

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || ari punishes you for being a brat during your date out at the summer carnival

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BABY THIS IS A WONDERLAND

when your tongue licks the bittersweet honey glaze of my pussy lips, where my sinfully divine bubblegum dreams collapse with your good boy deeds but you just keep licking my core desperate. ‘cause baby the milk that leaks from the honey hive in between my thighs is like a strawberry cone to you- and your going to lick me up before I melt under your hot gaze.

"Ari," your meek whimper spills but he keeps licking.

as if he's trying to break the dam that'll give him the strawberry milk that will quench his undying thirst. you’re stuck in this pleasurable killing punishment, if only you knew to stop when you were told to. listen to the voice in your head to stop acting like rotten spoiled brat and you’d have the pleasure to grind your honey slicked cunt against his bearded face.

if only you listened...

"behave," Ari growled into your ear.

the single command is enough for you to roll your eyes and stick your tongue out up at him and so you do. of course Ari is used to seeing this brat but he was sure that with a glare or two you’d clean your act up but you’re still continuing your rotten attitude.

no, you don't want to fucking behave.

subtly walking away from him to the cotton candy vendor, the sound of the man pouring the sugar into the spiraling machine is music to your ears. a glare marks your sharp roseate lined eyes and a pout pulls at your glossed lips, all focused away from Ari but he still sees your rage.

it really wasn’t fair how he expected himself to go on this carnival date with you but not do the one thing that made you want to go. all that adding on that he expects you to behave and not be upset, it wasn’t for and you weren’t planning on calming down.

not even a little tiny bit, cause you want to go into the tunnel of love with him. all the small promises and little compromises made throughout the day as you and him walked and played the colorful tent games did he promise you that you and him would ride.

Ari knew how much this meant to you, you always wanted a special someone to sit besides the romantic boat ride with ever since you were a small girl.

it was his fault that he fell in love with a hopeless romantic, someone yearning to allow themselves be enveloped within the arms of their lover. feel their warmth as the red violet lights start to dim, kiss your lovers lips when you two meet the darkness. giggle when he confesses his sweet darling thoughts of you, you were a romantic for gods sake.

you wanted it so bad, yet every time you seem to mention it Ari deflects the topic with something else. another question or comment or confront your claim in the most abrupt yet sweet way possible.

“not now sweetheart, later maybe-”

“babydoll, do we really have to go in there?”

“it’s to much of a risk for daddy, honey bear!”

he would sweeten those claims up with kisses that would butter your mouth like the popcorn he hand fed you. it was tiring Ari out with your demands to ride The Tunnel of Love but now as he stand there witnessing his precious apple dumpling turn into a rather rotten and bratty apple he may fully turn down the conversation.

on top of that your pink and white gingham sundress displays a bit too much cleavage and leg for Ari’s liking. well he doesn’t like the dress, he loves it but he wouldn’t want you going out displaying it for everyone to see besides him. the nymphet styled cloth you walk so confidently may or may not have half the boys and men eyeing you everywhere you go.

this scene, the boys and grown men undressing you with their list filled hues and eye fucking you with every step your platforms take does make Ari want to snap at them. wonder if their mothers taught them better than to gawk, glare at the silly pubescent boys until they run away shitless. maybe intervene with the lustful stares of the men with a double fist threat.

it doesn’t ease the fire behind his eyes and the clenched fist he has when he’s noticing your smirk- the pounce in your stride that you seem to enjoy the attention.

the very way you bend down near the mirrors of a souvenir cart to re-apply the amber peach lipgloss to your lips is almost intentionally teasing for both Ari and anyone else watching. the way you glance at him through it, lashes batting and your glimmer hint hues screaming fuck me

he now knows this is all part of your game of acting up, you think you can get what you want from disrespecting his order and authority. it was so cute to him how you thought you could get away with your spoiled behavior.

sooner then later Ari is going to bend you over and teach you a lesson on teasing him in public.

the taste of strawberry cotton candy and buttery popcorn is still fresh and lingering in your mouth but you want to taste your juices on his candy red tongue.

"Ari," you carp, his tongue just keeps lapping up at your labia. unbothered and unfazed as hair spills over his forehead, he doesn’t care for he smiles when your plush thighs cage his face.

the continuous strokes of his talented tongue make your pussy flutter and spine shiver. wishing he’d push a fingers or two, god those thick fingers could undo any orgasm from you in matter of seconds. the thought makes a little drool seep from the corners to your mouth and you hug the large blue raspberry bunny Ari won for you closer to your chest. smelling the fruity scent as you whimpered when he bit at your cunt and kissed it better.

you’ve kept the fluffy berry scented stuffie close when Ari striked your ass cheeks earlier wit the same hands that keep your thighs gaped now. allowed you to have that dear comfort as he took on punishing you with his rough spanks.

the burning hand prints are probably visible now just as the wet tears around your eyes. the same streams that stained your peachy cheeks have dried but it wasn’t just your teasing that brought you up in your well deserved punishment.

no, you were in much deeper trouble than for that…

after your little tease show Ari figured to let you have your way, for now. it was always best for him to let you have your way since you were generally upset about not riding on the Tunnel of Love.

now, the golden rays of the sun setting radiated your glowing figure, hand with Ari’s the other holds your frosty pink cotton candy as you take the last bites of it. glancing up at Ari, you see the almost finished chocolate sprinkle swirled ice cream cone in his hand being treated with long slow licks.

attention going from the melting cone to his tongue you can’t help but want it.

want his hot tongue on you, in you.

you want it so so bad that you’re caught off guard when he smirks, not looking at you at all but feeling your stare. he feels your needy wants, knows the devious perverted thoughts going on in your pretty head and its all a dead giveaway when you hold his hand tighter before turning your head away from him.

your sudden shyness makes him let out a laugh. finishing the small cone within a few licks and bites. damn you are a contradiction of innocence and dirtiness that only helps his blood pound in devotion and cock harden in desire.

“what did we say about manners princess? it’s rude to stare at people while they’re eating,” Ari’s deep hushed words rattle your thoughts.

“I know daddy, I-” your words almost stumble when you feel the cool chocolate breaths wave upon your ear and his muscled arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“is my princess getting needy? politely tell daddy what you want and maybe he’ll give it to you,” Ari whispers with a soft yet quick peck behind your ear, it’s almost enough for you to whine for more.

Ari knows you just can’t have that, it doesn’t even fill in a teaspoon of the battered lust that needs to be soothed. you really weren’t good at telling him what you wanted, sure physical and replaceable things weren’t an issue, clothes, purses, shoes, books. lets make it clear, if you see it, like it and want it- Ari bought it without hesitation.

however in situations like these, it wasn’t as if it was easy or hard to tell him what you want or what you want him to do to you. you just want him to just touch you, to feel his delicious large and warm hands- his gifted mouth on you already without being asked so many teasing questions.

“I want your tongue, daddy,” your words almost stumble out.

eyes to his now, they flutter innocently at him, biting your bottom lip you look down to notice the small tent at his pants and you smirk. given that rather rude action Ari’s hand that’s on your side goes down to grope the curve of your ass, giving it an equally gentle yet painful squeeze.

“you want daddy’s tongue princess? first tell daddy where you want it-” his sentence was interrupted by the loud vibration of his phone.

buzzing in his pocket you scoff at him when he takes it out to look at the pixel name displayed on the small screen. rolling your eyes when he doesn’t put it away you cross your arms, and let out a huff glaring up at him.

"daddy! mhmm!- daddy no more!" his eyes snap to yours, the sight of you makes him lick his lips.

shiny hair sprawled in all directions, face clouded with lust, the neckline to your pretty dress folded down to reveal your plump tits covered in his love bites. he’s trying his hardest not to give in to the throbbing temptation and smash his mouth against yours, take handfuls of your tits and fuck you till you can only say his name.

but he has much more control than that, he isn’t a needy baby like you. drooling at a few licks to your messy cunt and tits, god Ari knew he was lucky to have landed such a woman like you and you were his to bring as many orgasms as possible.

even if you didn’t want them, you were his little baby and his baby had rules to follow. breaking those rules resulted in punishments and as much as it hurt him to see you cry and whimper it was getting his cock hard to.

“now princess you wanted daddy’s tongue, and now you have it. that’s what you wanted so that’s what you’re going to get.” he muses as you licks your sensitive over-stimulated folds.

“but daddy you gave me four cummies already!-” you fumble into somewhat of a sob but the cry stops once Ari pinches the meat of your inner thighs making you whine at the sudden pain. “ouchy!” you snap, hating these painful thigh pinches but adoring the slow pussy licks.

“i’m teaching you a lesson princess, you’ve been such a fucking brat today so i’m going to treat you like a fucking brat.”

“but daddy!-”

“but what, princess? Daddy told you to stop but you never listen, you’re such a bad listener.” the tinge of disappointment is heartbreaking. tears swimming in your eyes knowing you have let your daddy down and you only wish at that moment -no matter how overstimulated your pussy- you’d go back in time an hour ago to prevent yourself from acting up.

“i’m sorry daddy-” the little broken sob that slips between your trembling lips makes Ari question himself if he’s punishing you too harshly but he thinks otherwise.

so he just tuts you as if he is scolding a child and your eyes swell up with more tears and you feel your bottom lip trembling in hurt.

“Daddy doesn’t want to hear an apology, daddy wants you to stay still so he’ll bring two more cummies out of you,”

hot tears fall as your throbbing pussy is fluttering with pain and pleasure, honey euphoria taking over you moan as your thighs shake and you release on his rubbing fingers. chest slightly heaving, you sniff as you feel your tears drying on your cheeks and watch Ari bring your creamy essence to his lips.

“princess look at the mess you made on daddy's hand. let daddy clean it up for you,”

after that rude phone call you were said to be meeting up with a friend of Ari's, well wouldn't want to say ‘friends’ more on the lines of acquaintances.

"I thought today was just us, he's your friend so why are dragging me into this." you mutter, yet when you feel his soft gaze on your eyes ease on your anger.

"be nice for daddy, okay princess?" he murmurs into your ear, snuggling into your neck. your chest lifts as you try to take in a deep breath and all the offensive rude snappy remarks on the tip of your tongue soften.

you hate the effect Ari has on you, your superior diva persona of sharp wit and pettiness strips away at his sweet and considering remarks. you’re his little spontaneous firecracker but when he cups your chin you turn into a kaleidoscope of butterflies. his feisty tiger cub that always calms down with his calming words and even soothing touch.

“fine,” you say and he smiles down at your stuff pout, it’s the best you’re going to give him and for that he pulls you closer to his side in gratitude.

walking side by side through the crowds, Ari adjusts the cap of the baseball hat down his forehead and you tuck in a piece of his hair behind his ear. making a rose heated blush appear on his cheeks which only brings out a wide smile and giggle from you.

“so, where is he? where are we meeting your ‘friend’?” your comment is sharp yet still soft enough to not avert the vex towards Ari.

“he said to meet us at the circus tent, before the clown stunts,”

“you thinking i’m going to meet him is a clown stunt-” you couldn’t help but let it slip out, you were still mad and you can’t help not to express it.

“princess what did we agree to-” Ari heavily sighs, a simple sign your running his patience but you roll your eyes.

“I know what we agreed to but I know nothing about your so called ‘friend’,”

how the hell did Ari expect you to be nice and peachy with a complete stranger when he warns you of them on a constant basis?

“we aren’t friends, we just have business to deal with,”

“yeah and what a professional scene to deal business then in a tent with lions, tigers and bears-” and suddenly a sharp slap hits your bottom and your to stunned to even register it.

oh my, oh my you’re in for a surprise and you sense it when the powder blue egg color of Aris mystic eyes shades darker. that again is a warning, for you to drop the attitude and suck up to this little silly social gathering but the pulling voices of your angry thoughts echoing fuck no are getting the best of you.

you always had your way, always and forever.

you two were surrounded by people and you even thought yourself no matter how pissed he was he wasn’t going to spank you. not pull you over his lap for children and parents to see but looking around you notice the sound of rides, people chattering, and laughing and playful screaming is to loud. everyone minding there own business to even notice his hand gliding up to wrap his fingers around your neck.

“don’t make me loose my patience. you are going to greet him politely, sit with him and-”

“god Ari do you want me to fuck him to?” you grumble and with that Ari grabs your jaw, directing your stare to his.

the grip on your wrist slightly tightened, his soft lips are to the shell of your ear and from afar it may seem like Ari is whispering something kind and dear from the way he’s smiling but you feel the snide in his harshly hushed words.

“is it that hard for you to be nice for my sake for ten decent minutes? I won’t fucking hesitate to pull you over my knee and spank you for the clowns and acrobats to see. I promise princess, if you even step a toe out of line you’re going to pray you haven’t. do you understand me?”

your glare is your only response until you mutter a small I understand daddy through your teeth barely loud for him to hear.

“speak up princess. I said, do you understand me?” Ari says, his words softer now and the grip on your jaw and wrist soften.

pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek he averts her face to meet him. “I promise you’re not going to regret meeting him. i’ve pulled a few strings to get him here but it’s all for you to enjoy,” he says and you quirk a brow at him, a smile finally pulling at your lips easing Ari.

“and who is that?” you say but Ari shakes his head with a small smirk, “I know you’ve been telling me how close you are to publishing your book and I thought why not I bring the finish line to you,” he says, you are still confused.

Ari was right, you are so close to making a publishing deal but you haven’t received any word in months. you yourself are getting anxious but the way you left the establishment shaking hands with the famous Harlan Thrombey himself. how he emphasized being invested in your work tore all those worries and fears away.

although, you were suppose to receive a call months ago, yet deadlines and interruptions of some sort keep on pushing your meeting with Harlan week after week. after that a contract was supposed to be sealed and editor negotiations completed and done for. not three months later you’ve received nothing and here you are wondering if Mr. Thrombey is having second thoughts on your work.

what is Ari planning for you with his friend?

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sweat glistening your hairline, your soft whimpers fill the fairy light tent, only causing Ari to grip your inner thighs tighter. all this while his hot cherry tongue slides in and out your slick hole, you throw your head back. this pleasure feels like a fantasy and you’ve been reminiscing it to this point.

trying to move your glossy locks of hair away from your eyes, you hate the way he snapped at you earlier how you weren't allowed to touch him. not touch his soft toffee hair, his thickly bearded cheeks and muscled forearms- not even the comfort of his hand.

cause you’re in trouble and you aren’t allowed to touch him or yourself now or later until he says so. you’re the bad girl and the bad girl doesn’t get what she wants, no matter how much she pouts and cries.

"daddy!" and his eyes snap to yours, the pretty innocent blue now replaced by yearning.

knowing better to call his private title in public but the empty red, blue, and yellow striped carnival tent is the only event to do something like this. the soft music of the carousel in the background fuzzy, one of his hands creep up your bodice.

pulling down the tight neckline of your dress, he grips the soft mound tit in his hand and you erotically whimper as he roughly pinches the hard nipple. your pale pink and white gingham dress crowded your upper hips yet still lengthy enough that it covers Ari’s head. large warm palms caress your frosty cotton thigh highs as long slow licks smooth the folds of your fluttering pussy, aching to be satisfied by the pulse of his dick.

slow circular strokes of his thumb rub along the small slippery nub and your thighs twitch in blissful thrill over each of his shoulders. your feet in pink strap heels bounce and flinch every time Ari shoves his tongue in your hole. pouring out moans from you as you imagine his lips polished and shiny with your sweet pussy milk.

you want to see him, you want to see him eat you up you’re desperate to move the cloth over his head. see him licking and sucking the sinful treat he craves everyday. hating the sight of just his head bobbing up and down and side to side from the cover of your own dress you want to meet his eyes as he loudly moans while eating you out. slipping the small and loud growls and carnal noises release as he as his special treat.

daring to do so, you reach the hem of the dress and pull the fabric off his head, and there you see your handsome candyman. tawny brown hair tasseled and cheekbones red from the heat his eyes twinkle in mystic hunger, his lips soaked in your sensual essense. both his hands softly gripping your thighs, stroking your hips as his tongue still deep in your hole you let out a small whimper as he slips it out.

pupils wide and both the corners of his mouth leak with saliva and your cum and you feel your legs shaking a slight when he licks the corners. more so feel your pussy wetten when he glides his tongue over his top teeth glaring at you. awaiting the degrading scowl he has for you yet your surprised when you doesn’t pinch your thighs or claw at your hips even when he just smiles.

“peek-a-boo angel,” he purrs, eyes back to their cloud heaven blue and you feel your heart melting in your chest although it quickens when you brings his tongue right back to your pussy.

“so you must be {y/n l/n}, i’ve heard so much about you.” the young man sitting across from you chimes. You and Ari sit side by side on one of the many picnic tables around the humongous red and white circus tent.

“good things I hope, you must be Mr. Drysdale. how are you?” flashing your pearly white smile you rest your hand in the mans extended hand.

“what a doll, i’m doing great and how are you doing on this fine day?”

peachy fucking keen

he sounds like he’s trying his hardest to at least sound interactive and social. blue eyes move from your face to your cleavage and you want to snap at him to fucking pick.

“well today was excellent as a matter fact, a special day. all until you came along, you see Mr. Drysdale-”

“please, call me Ransom. Ari Levinson, long time no see! before we catch up why don’t you buy your lady a soda pop. i’d like to know the writers first before signing them off to my publish house,” the young man remarks, his eyes not to yours at all but to the way your dress tightly hugs your body.

Ari sees this, anger bubbling inside him he bits his tongue. meeting Ransom from his latest cases he was shocked to find out that he hadn’t been convicted for the third degree murder his buddy was investigating that had him wrapped up into it. even more shocked to find out that he had inherited his grandfathers publishing company.

this ‘meeting’ is to ensure you get your book published and live in your glory. so instead of barking at Ransom telling him to stop eye fucking you he instead offers you a kiss to the cheek and a soft stern whisper in your ear.

“behave while i’m gone,” and with that he walks away to the food vendors, knowing full well that it’s going to be you that’s going to drive Ransom crazy and not the other way around.

“I don’t understand, when I spoke to Ari-”

“well sweetheart today’s your lucky day, it’s not like everyday you meet the CEO of the company you dream your work be published in.” his voice smooth he stares down at you with hungry blue eyes.

cursing yourself for wearing such an unprofessional outfit but how were you going to find out that you were going to make a book deal on a date.

“I don’t understand, I was suppose to meet with Mr. Thrombey-”

“oh have you not received any word? Harlan, my grandfather, passed away three months ago,” he says but every word in his voice sounds fabricated, remorseless.

your surprised once you feel a hand on your bare thigh, gripping it firmly and you shift away from Ransom. his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip when his blue irises catch yours, you had to admit they were pretty like Ari’s but they held something else- something darker.

keeping a safe distance away from you and Ransom you don’t move your eyes away from him, not cowering under his gaze but holding a stronger glance to him. you knew guys like this, you grew up surrounded by them and you even dated guys like him but not in a single situation did you let them take advantage of you.

so, besides sitting at the table trying to avoid a conversation you get this “meeting” over with. Verbally deflecting the flirtatious remarks of Mr. Drysdale. dodging the charming maneuvers of him asking you for more face to face meetings and you can sense the anger radiating off him. it only makes you wonder how long it takes just for Ari to get you a damn soda pop.

“i’m not sure if you’re qualified enough for a place at my establishment. you don’t seem to meet my criteria options and your work isn’t up to our standards,” he says looking down at his phone, typing a message to someone as if you weren’t worth his time.

“I don’t seem to meet your criteria options? you mean offering to take me out when you damn well know i’m already in a relationship? what is this? I thought we were talking about my book,” that sharp remark leaves him dropping his eyes back to his phone after he receives a message.

“my question is why are you with a man like Levinson? a sweet little lady like you with a busy man like him can’t treat you well, can’t pamper you well, can’t fuck you well-”

“we’re done here,” you feel your face getting hot with rage, you were wasting your precious vacation days on this. “and what about your book Ms. {y/l/n}?”

you’re up and away front the table yet you turn your head to meet his eyes again. no way in hell were you going to publish your book for a company runned by Mr. Drysdale.

“it seems as though your establishment isn’t up to my standards Mr. Drysdale,”

"d-daddy, am I sweet?" fluttering your lashes to him, a deep groan shakes against your throbbing cunt and you feel your organism washing over.

the continuous licking from the tip of his tongue tracing your hole and his thick fingers rubbing your puffy folds are removed just for his mouth to suck the sweet essence pooling your rose bud.

his sweet and innocent angel, so naughty and dirty at these times. such a sweet fucking treat, a sickeningly saccharine poison to easily overdose. sporting soft cotton candy thighs he doesn’t mind at all being in between them, licking the sweet sugary sweetness.

y/n l/n is a wish candy girl that’ll rot Ari’s teeth to his graveyard kind of girl and he doesn’t mind it one bit.

"like candy dolly. you're sweet like fucking sugar." you moan at the comment and he won't stop licking. sugar cotton floss, sticky candy apples, rainbow swirled lollies, and buttery caramel popcorn- you’re the whole damn candy bar and his head is so deep in Candyland he can’t think straight.

all he wants is to see is your pie crumble before him as you give him the custard filling. it’s what he’s been craving and the various messages that Ransom sent him whilst in the food line asking him if he could “take you off his hands” only increases the grind of his mouth and tongue on your bountiful mound.

"daddy's on a sugar rush," you giggle completely unaware of the situation Ari has dealt with but otherwise he smiles into your pussy.

god you always had the cutest shit to say when he’s eating your pussy and he fucking loves it, eats it up.

"bad princess, you're going to rot daddy's teeth," trying his hardest to not think about Ransom at a time like this, in his position with his mouth on you.

"mmh!- that’s so sad daddy. I always liked your smile," you moan and sigh, testing his patience once more you begin to lace your fingers through his long hair.

Ari shakes his head disapproving though he seems to occupied licking your saturation from your mound to bother telling you to keep your hands to yourself. keeping your fingers in his hair, his eyes meet yours in anger and with the glimmer of menace he knows so well in your eyes he should prepare for your reckoning.

with that a pretty petty smirk curls your lips as you yank his chocolate locks downward, shoving your dripping cunt as it grinds against his mouth. Ari doesn’t back away but invites it, pulling away slightly to glide his skilled fingers over the soaked folds avoiding your desperate hole.

a whimper slips out when Ari doesn’t give you the pleasure that’s lingering and dripping from your crux but only avoides you; but then again how long can Ari avoid your need for another release. burly arms wrap around your body’s waist as you pulls you onto his lap, letting you saunter your arms around his neck you stuff your face in his chest letting out a whinish sob.

“i’m sorry for misbehaving today Ari,” a bang of regret hits Ari’s chest.

this was all his fault for demanding you meet Ransom to see some opportunities for you when he himself knew it wasn’t the best idea.

“don’t be sorry angel, I went too far and you were right. I shouldn’t have forced you to meet him. shouldn’t have thought of this in the first place,” that little whisper followed with a kiss in between your brows.

he still can’t get the sleazy voice of Ransom offering to take you “off his hands” so you’d get a position at his company. feeling his sugar high blood boiling just remembering Ransom talking about you as if you were nothing but a pawn item for bargaining, right in front of you as if you had no say whatsoever.

“you know how I hate cutting corners, I wanna be successful because I worked hard. not because my boyfriend wanted me to take it easy and let a rich boy take care of it for me,” you whisper, head snuggling in Ari’s neck which he hums.

god, you may be stubborn but you were so loyal to your aspirations and independence. strong when he met you and stronger now, he always has admired that.

“remind me next time whenever I want to introduce you to someone who runs this relationship,” and you giggle at those words.

quickly straddling his lap arms wrapped around his neck you pull him closer till your nose rubs against his and your lips briefly touch his.

“I run this shit,” you cheekily whisper subtly licking his bottom lip and Ari takes your ass in his hands, lifting you up your legs wrap around his waist. “yes, you fucking do.” Ari growls and pulls your lips to his.

he’s all yours, your caring daddy, your carnival carnivore.

truly yours.

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sxlver-sweet · 3 years

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my head is whirling w thoughts of juni'chirō w a gf who's a lip product junkie. this girl's purse is literally bulging with products, it's shocking that it hasn't broke yet. and who does she love putting her freshly-pampered lips all over? her boyfriend, of course! the newest brand of matte lipstick? incredibly sticky lipgloss that would've been better off staying in the 2000s? pricey lip masks that cost more than her hourly wage? all over his face and neck. sometimes, however, the shade of whatever color it was would get all over his dick, as she peppers it with kisses before she'd go and wrap her lips on the tip, and sink all the way down his shaft, enjoying the strangled moan above her as she strokes his inner thigh, the small tug of her hair from his hand intangled into it sending pleasure all the way down her pussy, leaving her even more soaked.

we literally share the same mind i’m TELLING YOU.

i can definitely see him scrambling after you to pick up all of the tubes of lipgloss and chapstick you accidentally leave behind, as well as fumbling your purse to prevent any of the contents from spilling whenever you hastily shove it into his arms so you can scurry off and check something out. but, he never gets tired of watching you preen in the mirror, puckering lips glistening with smatterings of scarlet, vermillion, bubblegum, and sometimes even more pigmented shades of black and purple. the one thing you frequently joke about is how he could literally never cheat on you with another girl and keep you a secret, considering how you leave your belongings every-fucking-where—not that he’d actually consider it, though.

it’s so cute, watching him wilt and fold into himself when you press sticky kisses to his face and pepper them over his neck. still, he puts up with the constant lipstick prints that are nigh-impossible to wipe away and the frequent teasing of his colleagues when he shuffles back into the ADA’s office because he loves you. the sight of your lipgloss smudged across your cheek by your own saliva and smeared over his shaft as you peer up at him through your lashes is just a bonus <3

#i had to let this one SOAK IN #i love this sm omg #AND NOBODY EVER TALKS ABOUT HIM #our brains together are gonna be so immaculate #🍬arba’s got mail🍬#[darling.💋]#[candlelight.reverie] <3 #$bsd.unfiltered

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loverontheleft · 6 years

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Ready to Leap (Chapter 16.2)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-15 can be found on my Masterlist.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language, some dirty talk, trigger-ish abuse stuff, some talk of violence. No sex shockingly. This will probably be my least read chapter 😂😂😂

Word count: 3.2k; I barely proofread so we’ll just hope for the best, yeah?

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He kept his promise and showered with you, digging his fingers into your scalp and massaging the shampoo in and rinsing it out before running the conditioner through. You return the gesture, and the two of you make an attempt at washing each other, but it’s a distracting task at best. He’s kissing you hard against the ceramic wall, fingers pressing into your thighs, and when his lips start moving across your neck, you moan and press closer.

“Ssssssh baby, we have other things to do today; we can’t fall back into bed…as much as I’d like that.”

You moan, frustrated, and he steps back, kissing your lips. “You finish up in here, I’m gonna go change your sheets.” He winks, running a hand down your side and stepping out, grabbing a towel to sling low around his hips.

“I miss you,” you call out longingly, only half-kidding and you peer out from behind the shower curtain.

“I love you,” he replies, meeting your eyes in the mirror and running a comb through his hair. He blows you a kiss and heads back to your bedroom.

You step out of the shower and grab your own towels, one for your hair and the other to wrap yourself in before going to get dressed. You don’t see him but the bed is remade and - “Jesus!” You shriek as he pounces from behind the door and tackles you onto the bed.

“Gotcha.” He grins, his chest against your back and your chest against the bed. His lips move across your neck and his hands curve over your hips, and you can feel him erect against you, even through both of your towels. “Missed you,” he murmurs, pressing hot, wet kisses down your neck and across your shoulder blades.

“Baby,” you sigh, arching your hips against him, pressing against him hard, and he groans, biting your shoulder lightly.

“We gotta, we gotta get up.” He sounds resigned, and you whimper, digging your nails into the bed.

“No.” He can hear the pout in your voice.

“Honey, we gotta. So many things to do.” He pauses. “Okay, two, maybe three, things to do. Max of four. But the sooner they’re done, the sooner we can go home and have dinner and maybe use the hot tub before I take you to bed.” You tilt your head, considering. “Yes, I thought that’d get your attention,” he teases, nuzzling your ear.

“We need to get up.” You press your palms flat against the mattress and push to raise yourself up, and he rolls off of you to let you, laughing a little at how eager you are. “What’s the dress code for the day?” You call out and he makes a thinking noise.

“Well, if time allows and you’re okay with it, I want to run by the school for a little bit. So something you’d run errands in and wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen in at school.” He laughs a little. “So no micro-shorts and tube top today m’dear.” You come out in a simple, bright sheath and give him a questioning look. His breath catches a little and you raise an eyebrow. “You look perfect.” He stands, kisses you hard, quickly dresses, and heads to scavenge for breakfast while you blow dry your hair.

“It’s probably gonna be another poptart morning,” you call out and he groans. “Sorry! See this is why I need to move in with you; so I’ll eat adult food.” You laugh a little and twist your now-dry hair into a bun, not having the energy to straighten or curl it. Mascara, a tiny bit of concealer, and a swipe of lipgloss and you’re out the door to meet him in the kitchen.

He presents you with beautiful wheat toast (you forgot you had bread) and a yogurt parfait. “Poptarts will have to wait another day; you actually had some strawberries that were perfect.”

You eat happily, his foot rubbing your calf under the table. You smile at him softly.

“What?” He grins back and you shake your head, just smiling. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking how happy I am and how much I love you. We should go by the school first, so we’re not too tired later. And it’s close by so it would be silly not to,” you point out, gesturing with your toast triangle. He nods, finishing off his parfait.

“If you don’t mind, that sounds good.” You tell him you don’t mind at all; and after you’re both done and the dishes are in the sink, you head out for the school.

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You’re stretched out on the couch in his office, and he looks over at you from behind his desk. “Stop tempting me,” he says in a teasingly commanding voice and you smile, looking over at him. “Honey, you look so good on that couch, I wanna stop finding concert music and just crawl on top of you. God babygirl, you don’t even know.”

You arch an eyebrow at the nickname and roll off of the couch gracefully, crawling over to him and resting your head on his thigh. “Is this a test? Think I won’t do it. Think I won’t suck you off under the desk you fucked me on.”

He groans, caressing your cheek. “It wasn’t a test, it was a slip-up, but god, you’re making it hard,” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, “to say no right now. But if I say yes, the rest of our day is shot. So go wait on the couch for me, I won’t be much longer.”

You grin, the rejection not bothering you at all. You know he wants it. You crawl back to the couch and drape yourself along it again, humming along to the various concert pieces he samples. “I like this one,” you comment and he raises his head.

“Yeah?” You nod, tapping your foot. “Yeah this is nice. It features all of the sections and balances well. And it’s Berlioz, so it won’t be ridiculously overdone. Good ear, baby.”

You smile, basking in his praise, raising both hands in triumph. “Victory is mine.”

“‘Tis,” he agrees with a smile, completing the purchase and printing off the master set. “Okay,” he says, as he stands and stretches. “I can run section copies Monday. Finding music was my main stressor. We’re good to go.” You don’t move, you just beckon him over. “Milton, we have to behave,” he says with a knowing smile.

“I just want a kiss.” He stands over you and holds out his hands. You comply, taking them and letting him pull you into his arms. “See? I’m playing nicely. I just want a kiss.” He grins, kissing you softly, parting your lips with his tongue and seeking yours. Your hands grip his hair and you return the embrace, smiling into the kiss. After a moment, you pull back and beam at him. “And I got one. So we can go to your next stop.”

“To the car!” He cries valiantly, slinging an arm around your waist and leading you to the car. You giggle and match his stride, taking his hand eagerly when he moves it from your waist. “Target or Bed Bath and Beyond first?”

You look at him in mock amazement. “You just asked a woman if she wanted to go to Target or somewhere else first.”

“Target. Got it.” He laughs, opening your door when you get back to the car. He presses you against the rear door first, kissing you again. “Missed your lips,” he says as he lets you go and you climb into the car.

You laugh and take his hand once he’s buckled in and ready to go. “I’m not complaining.”

The drive to Target is short and he lists out loud the things he wants to get. “Definitely a new toaster and we’ll need more flatware. And anything else you see,” he grins at you, squeezing your hand.

“This is going to ruin our future wedding registry,” you tell him with a serious look and you both start laughing. “I’m glad we can talk openly about that,” you say after a moment. “Because I do love you. And I absolutely see a future with you.”

He smiles softly. “One hundred percent. You’re it for me. And I’ll wait until you’re ready, but the moment you are, please know I’m going to be down on one knee again, and more prepared this time.” He parks the car and you walk in together, a little stunned when you find it so empty. The parking lot should have been a clue honestly but you were so engrossed with each other you didn’t really notice.

“Okay, toasters.” You lead the way, and he follows, hands still linked. You stop in the aisle, scanning. He stands behind you, arms linked around your waist.

“I like that one,” and he nods towards one on the middle shelf. You study it, nodding. “It holds four slices…” he murmurs, “and has a bagel function,” and his lips catch your earlobe. “And it’s shiny.” He kisses your neck and you giggle.

“You’ve made this toaster sexy.”

“Sounds like a yes to me,” he laughs, and leans forward to put it in your cart. “Let’s see how sexy I can make flatware.”

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You finish at the register and he carries the bags to the car. “Ready for Bed Bath and Beyond?” He smiles, kissing your forehead.

“Hell yeah, I’ve had my eye on that As Seen on TV potato gun.” You grin and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t make that face, you love me.” You beam up at him and he nods, opening your car door.

“I certainly do. And you can have as many potato guns as you want.”

You laugh, taking his hand as he pulls out of the parking lot. “You’re so good to me, Urie.”

He smiles over at you, kissing the back of your hand. “You make me happy.”

“What are we getting here?” You’re curious what Bed Bath and Beyond has that Target didn’t, but you’re not opposed.

“You’re gonna think it’s crazy,” he starts and you give him a look. “I want us to pick out new sheets together. Make it our bed.”

You think you might cry. “That’s not crazy, that’s so sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s go.” Neither of you can stop smiling and you walk into the store.

“Hi! Do y’all need to register?” The salesgirl is chipper and holding a scanner in her hand.

The two of you exchange a small glance; he looks almost worried and you smile to reassure him. You turn to the girl. “Yes please!” She starts talking about the scanner and hands you the clipboard to start filling out paperwork and he gives you a surprised look. You shrug. “It’ll be fun.”

“I just don’t want you pushing yourself too far, baby.” He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in to kiss your temple. “It’ll be fun, but we can have fun other ways.”

You give his hand a quick squeeze. “I’m okay. This is okay.” The girl turns back and trades the scanner for the clipboard and gives you two a quick wave. You grin up at him. “Let’s go, baby.”

He follows you with a smile. “I was honestly not listening, how does this thing work?”

You slip the scanner into his hand. “All we have to do is point and click at what we want.” His eyes light up and he starts clicking rapidly, scanner pointed at you. “You’re cute,” you whisper and kiss him.

He smiles and clicks once more. “Let’s figure out our sheets and then we can play with this.”

“Deal.”

You wander the aisles, each clicking at random shit until you reach the sheets aisle. “Here we are, baby.” He squeezes your hand and you survey the selection, running your fingers along the samples.

“Oh my god, Brendon, feel these.” You turn to him with wide eyes, rubbing the sample between your thumb and index finger. He reaches out and nods. “These are so soft,” you marvel. “I mean, your sheets now are amazing, but-“

“These are incredible,” he finishes for you, and you grin. “Are these the ones?” You cast another look along the aisle, walking slowly to feel them. Nothing really compares. You turn back and nod. “Good. I wanna take you home and make love to you in our bed with our sheets.” You slip the scanner from his hand and point at him, clicking. He smiles and grabs two sets, and it’s while you’re reaching out to take one that you hear him.

“Well, aren’t you two the absolute picture of domestic bliss.”

You freeze and the sheets slip from your hands. Your back is to him; you’re facing Brendon and you look up to meet his eyes, hoping you’re wrong, hoping you’re hearing things; Brendon was right, the registry scanning is too much and this is a stress-induced hallucination. But his face gives it away; this is real. His jaw is tight and his eyes are cold. You instinctively step into his outstretched arm, letting him press you to his chest.

“Fuck. Off.” You’ve never heard his voice that tense or his tone so icy.

“Jason, why are you here?” You hate that there’s a tremor in your voice and you know he heard it; he always picks up on the details that make you the most insecure.

“Aw, can’t even look at me? That hurts Y/n.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to say shit to her,” Brendon counters, pulling you behind him. “And you seem to have missed my original comment; fuck off.”

“Why are you here?” Your voice is rising in a panic and you can see him over Brendon’s shoulder. “Why, what the fuck could you possibly -“

“You.”

His stance is relaxed; his eyes neutral. He isn’t aggressive in posture or demeanor right now, but you know it’s a trap. You honestly think Brendon is about to lose his mind; he is trembling all over, but you know it’s with rage and you place one hand on his shoulder. “Well, you’ve wasted your time. I worked hard to get away from you and hell will freeze over before I let you back in my life.”

His eyes soften. “Baby, I know I didn’t treat you right. And I’m sorry for that. I’ll do better. Come home.”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Brendon’s voice is light, almost like he’s amused or making conversation. He’s still trembling under your fingertips but he’s calmed a little or is at least in more control. “I mean, there’s got to be something clinically wrong with you if you honestly think she’s going to just come back like that. So what the fuck? Help me understand what the fuck is going on in your head.”

Jason lolls against the shelf, almost bored. “She always comes back. Or lets me come back. I’m not too worried.”

Brendon turns to you, tone with the same lighthearted lilt. “I’m going to punch him in the mouth, baby.” You grab his hand and beg him with your eyes. “I’d really like to fucking break his jaw,” Brendon continues, and you shake your head, eyes widening when Jason starts laughing. “Or rip his goddamn throat out. Any of the above would be satisfying.” He smiles at you and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You can’t do this.

“She won’t let you touch me because she knows she always comes back and she wants me looking good for her when she finally comes to her senses and leaves you.”

Something snaps in you and you shoot out from behind Brendon and punch him in the face, hard. Your hand hurts but the stunned look on his face is so satisfying. Brendon is laughing behind you, but he grabs you by the waist when you lunge again. You want to scream, but you can’t make a sound and you struggle against Brendon, frustrated.

“Not a good idea, baby,” he whispers, holding you tight. Jason is rubbing his jaw a little and he gives you a steady glance.

“I’ll let you have that one. We’re even now. But we need to talk Y/n.” He drops a card on top of the sheets nearest him. “Give a call when you’re ready.” He turns to Brendon with a cold stare. “This isn’t me fucking off. This is me choosing to leave.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you spit, pleased you can finally speak. He just gives a sarcastic wave over his shoulder and walks away. You turn to Brendon, eyes wide and holding your hand to your chest. “Fuck.”

He gives you a grim look and examines your hand. “We need ice on this. Let’s get you home.” He plucks Jason’s card from the shelf and shoves it in his pocket. “Come on, honey.” He picks up both sets of sheets and tucks them under one arm, the other holding you close.

You’re silent until the car, when you look up at him, crying again. “I’m sorry.”

He stares at you. “Why are you sorry?” When Jason asked that after you apologized, it was to humiliate you, to make you recount whatever you had done wrong. Brendon sounds genuinely confused.

You hesitate. “I don’t know. I felt like I had to apologize though.” He looks sad and frustrated, and shakes his head.

“No Y/n. You have nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry for not shutting him up sooner, for leaving it in your hands.” You rest your bruised hand over his on his thigh.

“You don’t need to apologize either. You were trying to keep things civil and be in control. You can’t reason with crazy though.” You flex your fingers a little and wince. “And it felt good... at the time.”

He laughs a little, raising your hand and kissing each knuckle, eyes still on the road. “My fighter. Let’s get you on the couch with some ice on this hand and watch a movie or something to distract us, and then we’ll think about dinner eventually, yes?”

You nod gratefully. “That all sounds really good.”

He glances over at you. “I’m glad you’re moving in with me for a multitude of reasons. One of them being he doesn’t know my address. You are not going over there to pack alone, okay?” His tone is serious and you agree softly. “I love you so much. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Your tears finally dry as he parks in the driveway and leads you inside, settling you on the couch before going for a bag of frozen peas and a dish towel.

“Fifteen minutes on, then take a five minute break. I’ll remind you though.” He slides behind you on the couch and pulls you between his legs to rest against his chest. His arms wrap loosely around your waist and your head drops back on his shoulder. “If you want to just nap, you can do that too, baby,” he whispers and you nod, eyes slipping shut. “Rest, honey. I’ll wake you when it’s time for food.”

You nod again, rolling onto your side, curling into his embrace. “I love you,” you whisper, and he murmurs it back, kissing the top of your head.

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reveriesforyou · 7 years

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Your Girl

Hi babes! I know that it's been a long time since I posted a writing, and for that, I'm sorry! But, to make it up to you, here's a supa long oneshot that I really hope you enjoy! Anyways, this is about Tom and a very shy reader, who suffers from slight social anxiety. Tom keeps an eye on her because he knows how uncomfortable she gets in unfamiliar social settings with new people, and the pair begin to fall for each other! They go out to dinner with friends one night, and the reader ends up attracting some very unwanted attention and Tom gets very protective and then feelings happen and ??? I hope you like it!

Your Girl

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then promptly fixing it back to it’s place directly over her eyes, she fussed about with slightly quaking hands. Gnawing on the inside of her lip, she rocked up and down on the balls of her feet, various unsettling scenarios bouncing through the expanse of her mind. The outlines of all the possibilities at hand were making her head spin. She’d been worried about them since she awoke that morning with the intent of traveling down to her local bookstore, allowing her anxiety to conjure up every alarming response that had the slightest half a chance of occurring.

In the pit of her stomach, fear had poked it’s piercing talons through her skin, dragging up and down and forcing her tummy into knots. All she intended to do was ask a question about a book’s location in the store, but the reaction of the employee she’d be asking was filling her with a sense of dread. The girl understood that it was very likely the storekeeper would even bat an eye, too uninterested into their work to really do anything other than offer their assistance, seeing as she was a paying customer, but she was oh-so very nervous that they’d scoff in her face or roll their eyes. She even wondered if they were allowed to flat-out dismiss her.

Logically, she understood that all of the rudeness she had created in her mind on the bookkeeper’s behalf were very unlikely reactions. But, the fact that they existed and could happen were enough to keep her inside, curled up in bed, staring longingly her shelf of finished novels.

Now, she stood by the guidance desk, busying herself with glancing over the classic book corner of the store after she had forced herself up and out of her front door. Each time she psyched herself up to finally speak to the woman manning the desk, her courage evaporated as soon as someone else sauntered up to the counter to ask their question. The girl was so locked in her feelings of utter hopeless that she barely noticed the boy who wandered over to the opposing side of the bookshelf.

Scrunching up her nose and groaning, she rounded the corner of the shelf to once again glance over the books whose author’s last names began with the letters A-L. She was so focused on forcing herself to speak that she walked straight into the young man’s surprisingly solid chest.

“Shit, fuck, I mean shoot-” with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel the british accent rumbling past his lips, “‘’M sorry that I ran into you, and I’m sorry for swearing. Are you alright, love?”

She pried herself away from him and glanced up at him with strawberry-red flushed cheeks, and a bashful gaze, “yeah, no problem, totally on me, not you. Sorry I crashed into you, just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her eyes flickered across the room, she didn’t want to appear psychotic for staring at him too long or anything like that. So far, she’d observed that the boy was very british, and very cute, which was making her stumble over her words more than she already was.

The boy stared down at the girl in front of him, his brows puckered. She was lovely, and truth be told, he’d seen her circle the shelf about three or four times, and she was biting down on her lip so hard that he was beginning to fret that she’d draw blood. She seemed lost, or scared, either way, something was off with her, he could tell.

“You’re sure?” He questioned, steadying her in place before him, “you look a bit frazzled.” The girl dropped her eyes to floor once more, her cheeks coloring growing darker than before, and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his previous statement, “no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still disarmingly cute, it’s just that you seem a bit adrift. Do you need anything?”

She opened and shut her mouth, cocked her head to the side and regarded him with the softest voice he’d ever heard, “Just trying to find a book is all, did you really n-,” she started before she cut herself off. She was working herself into a tizzy, first she nearly took a cute boy down, and then he’s complimenting her and asking if she needs anything. The girl was convinced that she could float up into the summer sky’s barely existent clouds and melt into the blue sky forever. Everything felt stupendously surreal.

“Can I help you look or anything?” He offered, snapping her out of her daydream of evaporating into a mist and flitting around town as she pleased, “my name’s Tom.”

Now, she was thoroughly convinced that the entire day was a massively wild reverie. Her mind pieced two and two together, and she became very aware that the boy who stood in front of her was no other than Tom Holland.

“Wow,” she uttered, reaching out to tentatively poke him in the chest, “you’re you.”

Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and giggled, a soft smile stretching across his cheeks. “Yes, that I am. And may I ask who you are?”

She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and stated her name. If it turned out that she was dreaming, she was prepared to accept it wholeheartedly. If Tom Holland decided that he wanted to speak to her, and furthermore assist her in finding her book, than so be it. She was not going to allow herself to muck it all up by saying no, especially when his brown eyes looked so sparkly and kind.

“Now, what is it that we’re looking for?” Tom questioned, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her away from the corner and up to the guest’s assistance desk.

Ever since that afternoon, she and Tom were together, not romantically they claimed, but truly, all that was necessary for the pair’s connection to be deemed romantic was the pair’s confession to one another that they each desired more from their friendship. Tom paid extra attention to her, quickly figuring out that she was painfully shy and teetered away from social situations that frightened her. Tom had made it his mission to check up on her to make sure she was alright and wasn’t being coerced into activities she didn’t wish to partake in.

Tom had fell into the habit of ordering her food for her, asking questions for her at the store and keeping a watchful eye on anyone he felt could cause her harm. He was more than happy to help her, and it fueled his self-esteem when she would smile up at him and thank him for easing her anxiety. That was all Tom ever wanted to do.

In return, she spent a fair amount of time looking after him in less obvious ways. When she felt as though he’d been eating too much takeout and deserved a nice home-cooked meal, she took it upon herself to prepare him one. She learned exactly how he liked his cups of tea, what kind of books he liked to nurture his mind with, and she even knitted Tom a beanie for when he would be away filming somewhere cold. Often times, the girl and Tom stayed up all night talking on the phone, or snuggled up together on the couch in her living room.

“Darling,” Tom called out to her, “are you nearly ready?” He plopped down on the couch and began leafing through one of the novels that she had currently stacked on her coffee table. Tom hadn’t had as much time to read books, seeing as he was going through so many scripts, but he’d always found that her books enthralled him and would gently coax him back into the bookstore. The book he was currently turning over in his hands was a bright, proud, sunshine yellow. It’s title was printed across the page in red, block letters. “‘Sex and Rage?’” Tom smirked, already preparing to tease the girl he was waiting for.

They’d been invited out to dinner with some of his castmates and a few other mutual friends, and the girl was presently rushing around her apartment in search of her favorite lipgloss and her purse.

“I’m almost done, I promise!” Tom heard her muffled response, and then a second later he heard her utter a few choice curse words, prompting him to settle back against the couch because she was clearly not anywhere near being done. He kicked his legs up to balance on her coffee table and opened the novel by Eve Babitz and allowed her to take him all the way back to 1970s Los Angeles.

After about fifteen more minutes, Tom looked up to find her stood in front of him, blushing profusely when she took note of the book in his hands. Raising his brows and grinning boyishly at her, Tom waved the novel her way. “Interesting choice of reading material, innit?”

“I-,” she started, and then proceeded to open and shut her mouth, she chose to mumble, “shut up, Tom. It’s a classic.”

“Yes, yes, love,” Tom said, “sex and rage are quite classic in LA.” Tossing the book back into it’s proper place, Tom skimmed her frame up and down. “You look,” he almost lost his breath. She was clothed in a silky, sheer, polka-dotted dress, the ruffles dipping low and offering him ample view of the expanse of her chest. The dress’s hem was short and her legs looked just as silky soft as the fabric of her dress. Tom longed to press kisses all the way up from her ankles to above where her skirt ended. “Fucking amazing,” he finished, taking one her hands within his own to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He had half a mind to propose they skipped the dinner all together. Tom didn’t want to share the vision of loveliness that she was with anyone else.

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she broke away to look directly into his eyes, “you look like every teen’s dream.” She laughed as Tom let out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Are you ready to go?”

Tom stepped closer to her, winding a hand around her waist, “been ready, love. It’s you that I’ve been waiting for.” Which Tom thought was true, to be fair. The only reason that he hadn’t showered her in love and adoration was because he wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d want him too.

Although, she’d allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, and she kissed him on the cheek, what would be so different about Tom leaning down and angling her chin up towards him so he could press his lips against her own? But still, Tom waited. He needed to know that she felt the same for him. Tom refused to allow his feelings for her taint their friendship. He’d done everything he could to try and get her to pick up on his emotions, but he’d observed that they went right over her head. Unluckily for him, everyone else had been made well aware of the love Tom had for her. He prayed up to the high heavens that they’d go easy on them tonight.

After locking up her apartment with his own set of keys, and driving to the restaurant, Tom rushed around the side of the car of yank her door open and help her out. “Careful, m’love,” Tom muttered, taking both her hand and her waist in his hands, “don’t want you to slip.”

“Tom, I’m wearing heels, I’m not injured.” She giggled.

It was Tom’s turn to turn the same shade of red the ripe strawberries she’d given him for breakfast were, “I know, just don’t want you to slip is all.”

Together, they walked into the restaurant, Tom heading over to the hostess’s station to inquire about the whereabouts of their table while she strayed a little behind, choosing to stare at a painting that was hung in the foyer.

“Intricate, isn’t it?” An American male’s voice stated from behind her. When she whipped around to face him, she found that the man in front of her was a bit too close for her liking. So close to her that she felt as though the overbearing cologne the man had covered himself in had sprouted arms and was choking it’s way into her system.

“Yes,” she said, smiling as politely as she could. She peered around the man, trying to spot Tom to no avail.

The girl understood that under no circumstances did she owe this man anything, even a conversation, but she'd grown quickly timid of the way in which he leered over her.

“Waiting for anyone?” The man asked, stepping closer to her and turning his head to the side. When he smiled at her, she didn’t like it. This man’s smile wasn’t warm the same way Tom’s was when he directed it at her, and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to be followed up by a laugh. She knew it was wrong to compare every man that she came into contact with to Tom, but she couldn’t help it. He was everything she wanted and more.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she lied, pink spreading across her cheeks. “He’s just making sure our table is ready.”

The man didn’t seem put off at all when she claimed to be there with her boyfriend, in fact, the smile he wore on his lips curled into a smirk, almost as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

“There you are darling!” Tom called, his brows nearly joining together when he saw the man stood in front of his girl. As he made his way over to them, Tom could practically hear the sigh of relief escape her lungs. Curling a protective arm around her waist, Tom came to a halt behind her and leaned down to pepper her neck with kisses. “Who’s this?”

Before she could even think of a response, the man introduced himself, “Luc. Nice to meet your girl.”

Tom narrowed his eyes, “yeah, my girl is very nice.” He tucked her beneath his arm and began leading her towards the door, offering a hasty, “our table is ready,” the man’s way, not bothering to listen for a response.

“What an absolute wanker,” Tom said loudly, unable to stop himself from saying that he thought so before they walked out of Luc’s hearing range, “alright now, love?” He shook his head and glanced back towards where the man stood, “didn’t like how he was looking at you. What right does he think he has? Fuckhead.”

She merely pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, “s’alright now. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend, I think he’ll go away now.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime you want.” Tom said, guiding her into the room in which their friends occupied.

After greeting their table, smiling and laughing and talking, the pair barely made it through the appetizers without the man, Luc, quickly becoming an issue once more. They’d learned that he too was apart of a rather large dinner party, so their tables were right smack next to each other. When she spotted Luc coming her way, she shrunk so noticeably back into Tom’s chest that Harrison, who was sat across the table from her, took notice too.

Tom scoffed, “for fuck’s sake. He’ll leave you alone darling, and if not, he and I shall be exchanging words outside.” Tom smoothed her hair down and kissed her temple.

“Well, that’s new.” Harrison stated, eyes blown wide open. “Are you two finally together now?” He asked, his comment quickly peaking the interest of the entire table.

“See,” she heard Laura chime in next to her, “told you they’d be official by now.”

Jacob broke into a grin, “yeah, man! Knew your balls would drop sometime soon!”

She leaned back against Tom’s chest and whispered as quietly as she could, “should we go along with it?” She blinked up at Tom, who’s arm dropped from being wrapped around the back of her chair to securing her further into his side.

“Whatever you-,” his voice trailed off, “you’re joking?” She turned her head and was met with a waiter handing her a drink and pointing Luc’s direction, claiming that he’d bought it for her, and that there was more to come.

Tom pushed his chair out and angled his body towards Luc, “she’s not here with you, mate!”

“Unlikely that she’s here with you either, considering the fact that none of you friends seem to be aware of your relationship.” Luc smirked, tipping his own drink up towards his lips.

“What a tosser,” Harrison proclaimed loudly, already prepared to jump in on his friend’s behalf.

Tom was pulled away from the escalating conversation by an earnest tug on his shirt. “Tom, don’t! It’s not worth it, just ignore it and maybe he’ll go away. He’s trying to start something with you.” She advised, attempting to guide his gaze back to her.

“Bullshit,” Tom mumbled, “like fuck you aren’t worth it! You’re my girl and I’m not going to let him treat you like this.” Anger was seeping into his words and fogging up his mind, so Tom didn’t notice that he’d just uttered a very unfriendly statement her way.

“Tom,” she tried again, “it’s all pretend! It’s fine, just focus on me.”

“No, love. I don’t think you understand,” Tom sighed, focusing his gaze on hers once more. “It’s more than just pretend to me. I want you to be my girl and I feel like I’ve made it all painfully obvious, and you haven’t picked up on it, or reciprocated, or maybe you flat out ignored it. Which is fine, everything about that is fine. It’s just that I care about you and I’m not going to let some fucking dirtbag make you feel uncomfortable.” Tom raked a hand roughly through his hair, “shit,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes, “m’sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable too.”

“Kiss me.” She ordered, ushering Tom closer to her. Taking in his puzzled expression, she added, “kiss me, Tom. For real, please. Kiss me and I’m your girl. For real, not for pretend.”

Tom could hear Luc talking, Harrison retorting and Laura hailing a waiter to ask if there was anything to be done about the seating arrangements, but none of it was clicking in his mind. “What are you saying?”

“Look at me, Tom Holland,” he heard her say sternly. “Don’t let male ego get in the way of this. Don’t look at him, look at me. I wasn’t sure if you were telling me you wanted me, I thought that you were just being nice and you’re too important to me to lose, so I never questioned your intentions. I’m sorry for making you think that I was ignoring you, but I’m not anymore. Please, please kiss me.”

Tom’s head was spinning all across the room. He felt like he was upside down, underwater, sideways and more, but when she finished speaking, his head clicked back into place.

“Please,” she asked softly, tipping her head up towards Tom, who then surged forward, softly stroking over her cheeks and taking the time to carefully align her head with his to create the most perfect of first kisses he would swear anyone in the world had ever had.

A collective gasp fell across the table, and even Luc grumbled a distant, “what the fuck ever, bro. She’s not that cute anyways.”

When the pair broke apart, the first thing Tom could gasp out was, “now you’re my girl,” before quickly swooping down to conjoin their lips once again.

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fanficsofmine · 7 years

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Exo's reaction to their girlfriend sucking on their lips after applying lip gloss on their lips.

A/N Thank you for the request. We do not own these gifs. credit to owners. Enjoy -T✨

Baekhyun: Baek would just stare at you, longingly. He wouldstare at your lips, wanting to kiss you so bad, but let’s be honest, he wouldcomplain immediately afterward about how sticky the lipgloss is.

Sehun: he would do his lethal lip bite that he knows drivesyou crazy. The shine on your lips would make him want to taste it desperately.But, considering your relationship wasn’t public yet, he would have to settlefor biting his lip to drive YOU crazy and waiting until you got behind closeddoors.

Chanyeol: Yeol would do his tongue thing.

He would subconsciously slightly stick out his tongue whileyou were talking and his eyes would not come off of your mouth.

“Chanyeol? Are you even paying attention to me?”

“Huh? Yes? I think I was?”

Xiumin: This boy would tease the fuck out of you. Sexually,not in the manner of making fun of you, of course. He would raise his eye browsand lick his lips, making a big scene about how sexy your lip gloss looked onyour lips.

Yixing: He would get so shy and sweet and smiley and flirty.He would never tell you that he loves when you wear gloss, because he likes howit makes your lips look, but it would secretly be one of his favorite things.You would ask him why he’s so smiley, and he would never tell you why.

“You just look extra beautiful today, babe. That’sall.”

Jongin: Nini would be SUCH a brat about it. He would takehis hand and wipe the gloss off of your lips because he isn’t a fan of it. (Itwould probably be because it makes your lips look better than his and we allknow he can’t have that.)

“Jongin! Why are you being so annoying aboutthis?!”

“I just wanna kiss your plain lips! Is that such aproblem?!”

“It is now that I have fucking lip gloss all over mycheeks because you smeared it everywhere!”

Junmyeon: He would buy you his favorite flavor all of thetime. He would say that if you’re going to get him all sticky by kissing himwith it on anyway, it may as well taste delicious while it’s happening. (I bethe would like peach flavored a lot.)

Kyungsoo: Soo probably wouldn’t be a fan of lip gloss. Hewould say that it looks good on you, but would politely ask that you take itoff before you kiss him. So, of course, you would attack his face with lipgloss kisses, leaving shiny prints all over the place that he would roll hiseyes about and wipe off.

Jongdae: He would like watching you put the lip gloss on.Jongdae seems like the kind of guy to like lips and kissing a lot, so youputting it on and rubbing your lips together a lot to smooth it out would be atotal turn on for him. Almost as much as it would be for him to kiss it off ofyou.

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creativeashproductions · 8 years

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Dearest // Jughead Smut

Summary: Jughead and Reader have been dating secretly for a while. They spend so much time together with both contributing to the Blue and Gold. Betty however has shifted her feelings from Archie to Jughead and that causes Reader to relapse but Jughead helps to show that he loved only the reader.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Veronica Lodge

Words: 3146

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Please read with caution, look at the warnings please.

Warnings: Swearing, self-doubt, self-harm, angst, fluff and SMUT

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I struggled with the self harm in this so I’m pretty sure this is the last and only time I will write about self harm. I took a long time to write that scene and I’m sitting here nearly hyperventilating from the urge. If you do self-harm please get help. PLEASE!

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Jughead Jones was an observant person when it came to Riverdale because he was an aspiring author and with his crime novel he was even more. Jughead and you were a couple that recently got together and the relationship was amazing to be honest. It was natural and easy with him from going from friends to more. You had maybe been together a month or so and keeping it low-key because it was new and special.

You shared everything but one minor detail was kept from him on your part since it was in the past and you didn’t want to hurt him. He meant the world to you but you didn’t want to bring up that you were recovering from a bad addiction. You no longer gave in as you began to do photography when Jughead joined the Blue and Gold; you joined at his request to do images.

Betty had been in the corner on the phone as Jughead got to his feet pressing a kiss to you cheek muttering about grabbing lunch for both of you. You smiled.

“Can you get me a water?” You asked him.

“Sure. I’ll be back in ten minutes, keep my spot warm.” Jughead said backing out of the room.

The silence was comfortable as you went through your photos to find one that fit that article Jughead was writing at the moment. You were humming as you smiled passing the recently success of a picture you had taken with Jughead. You were going to print a copy for him since he loved it so much.

“Y/N?” Betty asked coming to lean on your desk that was against Jughead’s.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“Do you thi-”

“Y/N! I got your water, some friend and some edible chicken nuggets” Jughead said placing one tray in front of you and setting his down beside you, “Have you chosen an image?”

“Yeah!” You grinned turning your attention to your boyfriend, “I really think this one fits the tone you’re going for.”

He nodded while picking up his food and shoving it nearly whole into his mouth in typical Jug fashion. For a skinny guy he sure could pack food away quickly and you found it kind of hot to be honest. Well to be fair to found everything about Jughead hot.

“Hey Jughead?” Betty asked leaning against he desk with an apple in hand, “Can I get your help after school?”

“Uh…I’m free for about an hour. Y/N and I have pictures to get. Some didn’t come out the way we wanted.” Jughead said inconspicuously winking at you. He wanted to redo some pictures of the two of you together.

“That works for me.” Betty smiled, “I have to go talk to Ronnie but I’ll be back in a while.”

Jughead pushed himself closer to you so he could press another kiss to your cheek leaving a strange condiment on your cheek. You wrinkled your nose and pushed him off so you could wipe it off your cheek.

“Jughead! That’s disgusting!” You laughed as he cheekily smiled at you. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as you watched him.

You could easily see yourself a decade from now possibly and hopefully married to him. You had always loved him and he felt the same about you and you wanted a long happy life with him. You both quickly ate before he began to finish the article while you quickly did the rest of your history homework.

The rest of the day was a breeze so when it came to Jughead helping Betty you quickly went to use the bathroom. There was no point in you leaving so Jughead had asked you to wait for him and you were more than okay with that. Jughead was still talking to a teacher while you had bumped into Betty in the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” You asked as Betty gulped applying a light pink lipgloss. She took in a deep breath as she turned to face you.

“I’m just nervous. Last time I revealed my feelings I was rejected and I really don’t want that to happen again.” Betty sighed, “I really like this guy and I don’t want to mess anything up.”

You were confused as to how this related to Jughead but you quickly hugged her by muttering encouraging words. She waited for you as you used the bathroom and washed your hands. You squeezed her shoulder as you both came into the room where Jughead was. You moved to gather your things when you heard Betty.

“Jughead can I talk to you?”

“Of course. What did you want to talk about?” Jughead asked.

Betty turned to you with a pleading look, still confused you walked out of the room but not too far so you could hear. You heard another shaky breath before your heart shattered at the words coming from Betty.

“I…I really like you. I know it’s weird since I was in love with your best friend but not anymore! Working with you on the paper has opened my eyes that I want to be more.” Betty admitted. The silence killed you and the itchiness developed on your wrists as the inability to breath came upon you.

You released a small sob before tearing off down the hall not bothering to pick up the notebook that had slapped on the ground. You couldn’t breath and didn’t even notice when you bumped into Archie but you kept on running. You had to get away, go to your place and sob.

You slammed your front door opened itching your wrist as you ran out the back door and into the hidden playhouse turned personal hangout. You slammed the door shut and scrambled to the lose floorboard where a treasure rested underneath. You pulled it up quickly not feeling the splinter in your hand.

You ripped your sweater off revealing the scars on both wrists that nobody had ever seen before. You held the blade against your wrist and cried. Betty knew about your feelings for Jughead and didn’t respect that she should back the fuck off. While sure she didn’t know you were dating him but that’s inexcusable to betray her.

The blade sank into your skin as you slowly dragged it too involved in the act to noticed the door was open. You sighed in relief only wincing when your tears fell onto the open wound. You flinched when the blade was smacked out of your hand and arms wrapped around you. That didn’t stop you from trying to shove the person away to grab another one.

“Y/N! Oh my god.” The voice exclaimed grabbing your sweater to push it against the wound. You looked up to see a panicking Jughead.

Your secret was out as Jughead’s gaze looked at both of your wrists where a kaleidoscope of scars were. All shapes, sizes and angles were painted on both wrists with some faded and some weren’t.

“W-why?” Jughead whispered through a mass of brimming tears, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sobbed feeling utter shame at the relapse because you had worked so hard to keep away from the addiction. Jughead wrapped his arms around you causing you to look over his shoulder where Archie was standing.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “I-I couldn’t stop myself.”

“How long?”

“I can’t remember how long I did it but I hadn’t done this for nine months.” You mumbled closing your eyes, “I just…Betty knew that I like you for so long and it’s a real bitch move. A Cheryl move to betray me like that. We’ve been dating a short per-”

“Sh…I love you. You know that more than anyone else and nothing is going to take me away from you.” Jughead said kissing the side of your neck.

“Really Betty?” You heard the annoyed voice of Kevin in the yard, “She literally told you that she loved him and you decided to go for it?”

“I didn’t know…I wasn’t thinking…” Betty trailed off, “I just he was smiling so much when I was around and he was joking more. He was different-”

“Betty he’s only like that with Y/N.” Archie said as he looked over at you. Jughead had shifted you the bed that was against the wall, “We should give them some space.”

“But-”

“Betty come on.” Veronica said pulling her behind her. Betty was once more heartbroken over a boy.

Jughead was crying for the first time in front of you and it was breaking your heart incredibly bad. You were both on the bed holding each other as you both calmed down by the presence of the other person. You felt his hand moving on your back as he hummed in your ear.

“I love you.” Jughead whispered, “I love everything about you and I’m going to get cliche.”

“You hated cliches.” You giggled smiling when his chest rumbled with laugher.

“I do but I can always make an exception for you. I love you and I want you to come to me when the pain gets too much.” Jughead said, “No matter what whether we’re in a fight or things have caused us to separate for while you can always come to me.”

“I love you.” You whispered back.

Jughead pulled back to press a kiss to you forehead before his lips grazed over your right temple down to your jaw. He trailed his lips to the other side of your jaw before pressing a lingering kiss to your left temple. He slowly moved back to press a deep lingering kiss on your mouth. When he did he lit a fire inside you and he knew it when your hand shoved its way under his beanie.

“I love all your imperfections, not flaws. You don’t have flaws in my eyes and I’m an artist.” Jug teased you trailing his one hand down to your hip so he could push you onto your back. He hovered over you, “If I had to choose one thing to do before I died…I would choose to be with you until I died.”

You sniffled as his genuine words hit home where you thought you were unworthy to be his girlfriend. His fingers pushed back hair from where it was on your shoulder so he could nip at your neck just where he found your sweet spot.

“Mhm.” You moaned as you were lifted so he could tug your shirt off. His hands caressed your body stroking at the scars before he pressed deep kisses to keep wrist keeping his eyes on yours.

“Can I show how much I love you. How much I desire you and want you to be beautiful.”

“Jug…I’m not Betty or Veronica.” You admitted.

“I know. In a crowd of Bettys and Veronicas I would find them, Archie would but my eyes would find the gorgeous photography on the sidelines creating masterpiece images of that crowd.” Jughead whispered, “I prefer my girl who laughs at the popular crowd. I love how when Reggie calls me Wednesday Addams you make this cute little giggle before telling me-”

“You’re not a Wednesday…you’re more like the Morticia to my Gomez.” You finished smiling up at him.

“That was the moment I knew I loved you.” Jughead whispered as you pulled his shirt over his head.

“I knew I loved you when you said we’d be the Addams family of Riverdale and needed a Wednesday Addams.” You giggled sighing as Jug’s hand released your bra clasp.

“Do you want to practice for when we’re living the dark life?” Jug said sucking on your collarbone.

“Hmm. May take a while to perfect but I’m game.” You giggled when Jughead slowly pushed your leggings down and off the small bed. You gasped when his finger ghosted across the hemline of your panties.

His fingers dipped in to brush against your skin before he moved himself down your body nipping at the skin. Only stopping to momentarily lavish your breasts as his hand held you down by the hip. You sucked in a breath when his mouth trailed down to bite your hip and licking it to sooth the beautiful pain. You squirmed when his teeth dragged your panties down your legs and that made you even more wet.

“That was fucking hot.” You breathed blinking at him.

“It’s about to get even more hot.” Jughead smirked as he buried his mouth in your heat.

You gasped as his tongue dipped into you before twirling around your clit but the perfect amount of pressure. You wiggled as his finger moved to rub your clit causing you to gasp in absolute euphoria. It was only when his mouth and finger changed spots and your clit was sucked for a second did white explode behind your eyelids.

“Jughead! Holy…” You screamed arching off the bed. You settled back down into the sheets as Jughead crawled back up to you.

“I love you when you smile. When you take a picture, when you take one of me thinking I don’t see it. I love when you sing off key for fun and how you put yourself into a position to make everyone happy. I love that you managed to coerce the mayor into letting you and I have one last night at the drive in.” Jughead whispered hovering over you, “I love the colour of your eyes and the nervous movement of pushing your hair behind your ear. I love how you’ll paint your nails only to pick it off by the end of the day.”

“Jug-” You began as his thumb brushed against your cheek.

“I love that you wear your heart on your sleeve around me and how you always have a comeback to my sarcasm. I love how you managed to slap some sense into Archie and how you helped him get his mind off Grundy by helping him with a song.” Jughead continued, “I love the blush you get when I catch you staring at me. I love how you refuse to interrupt my writing and I love how you’ve supported my dream and I love you endlessly, unconditionally and deeply without regret.”

You were crying at the end of the sentence and smiled when his nose brushed against your temple. His fingers removing the tears from your cheeks.

“I love your stretch marks, your freckles, and your scars. I swear I will throw my hat out willingly before I give up on you.”

You roughly pulled him into a bruising kiss to thank him for his words and love he bestowed upon you. You couldn't believe how much you loved this boy but he was your present and future.

You pushed him onto his back as you unzipped his jeans and dragged them down his legs bringing his boxers down with them. You bit your lip feeling a blush go up your entire body as you took in the form of your boyfriend from his sinful smile to the lean stomach and the gift he had been hiding in his jeans the entire time.

“No. I’m making you feeling gorgeous.” Jughead said pushing you back under him so he could pull you leg around his hip.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt his cock pressed against your stomach. He moaned deeply as he pulled back with panic in his eyes. You frowned before you caught on, so you reached back down into the floor where a stash was. Your brother always had condoms stocked in the playhouse, sheds and all the rooms in the house. He was weird like that.

“John keeps them everywhere. He’s a manwhore.” You chuckled as Jughead graciously took it in his hand and raised it to your lips so you could rip it.

“Are you sure about this?” Jughead whispered as he rolled the condom onto his length. You nodded, “I need you to say it.”

“Yes. There isn’t any other one I would want to do this with. I love and trust you.” You whispered feeling his fingers at your entrance coaxing another orgasm out of you, “Oh wow!”

While you were coming down from that one he slowly began to push inside you taking a few seconds each push to allow both of you to get used to the feeling. You were both breathing when he was sunk down into you to the hilt. Nodding your head to him he slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in at a slow sensual pace.

You gasped when he hit that one spot with a harder thrust but never speeding up. Your hands were interlocked while the other used the bed as leverage. You leaned up nipping underside of his jaw where he loved the attention. His hips stuttered as you did so before he regained his force.

You gasped arching up as his one hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You clenched around him as you fell over the cliff with the mixture of thrusts, his fingers against your clit and his lips connected on your sweet spot.

“OH MY GOD! JUGHEAD!” You screamed slamming up into his body as he quivered falling over the edge of the intensity of your orgasm.

He collapse next to you breathing heavily as he looked over to your dazed self. You couldn’t see or hear anything for few beats until you heard him chuckle. He was cheekily smirking at you pushing his hand over your cheek bone to bring you into a slow kiss.

“I love you.”

“For the three orgasms I just gave you…I would hope so.” He teased, “I do see us together in the future.”

“I do too.”

“I um…have an option if you want.” Jughead said, “I know you’re embarrassed and ashamed of your scars since you’ve never showed your arms…we could design a tattoo and get them covered up. Only if you want.”

“I’d really like that.” You admitted rubbing your arms.

“We’ll do that when we’re out of that shit hole school.” Jughead smiled, “I want to set the record straight. I love you and only you. I have only liked you my entire life since I was in third grade. I’ve never noticed Betty in the way she believed because it’s hard to notice someone when your eyes are glued on someone else.”

Jughead only got up to remove the used condom and grabbing a cloth from a drawer to wipe both of you down. He gave you his shirt before tugging on his boxers along with handing your bra over. You both curled up not wanting to end this little world until you absolutely had to.

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