Sorry in case you've already answered this question before, but how do you feel about your fics being bookbinded? I love your spn fics and if you're okay with it, I would love to bind your peach fic đ„ș it's okay if not, just want to say how much I love your writing and style <3
even if i had answered this before, thereâs no need to apologize :) also, it means so so much to me that youâd want to bind one of my fics oh my god.. of course the answer is yes. yes yes yes, and thank you for asking and for liking it enough to want a tangible piece of it with you đ„șđ«¶đ«
fh fandom back to wishing death on a fictional teenager for being mentally ill and not learning how to cope with that in a healthy way. what else is new
Every time my mum throws yet another hissy fit although I can understand sheâs being stupid and I let her yap to her hearts content cause she can never quit complaining, for some reason Iâm so mildly bothered that the irritation makes me angry at every other thing.
For example : the fact that so and so hasnât responded in 51 years, fifty more people havenât even given so much as a single darn to ask why I havenât replied yet or use those two brain cells of theirs currently fighting for third place to realise huh, maybe sheâs going through a hard time ! Maybe you know like a decent fucking human being I could leave her a little note saying she can answer whenever she feels fit enough to do so but that I care for her, and the fact that I am irate by how care and compassion is offered on a silver platter to so many yet for me I have to beg and do the most absurd and pathetic displays to achieve even the slightest speck of kindness, and if I DONT do all of that in the one in a trillion possibility of me receiving kindness for free it makes me so disgusted and afraid because why the fuck would you do that, in fact why the fuck would anyone even do that even if I gave them my whole heart and soul anyways. All I am is less than dirt by way of reason given how I have been treated, and although Iâm unsure as to why I am and that I can never fully understand the reason for why Iâm not worth a single thing, and why I am worthless, i understand that thatâs how the world works and I ought to adapt to my role and take it because nobody will stop for me
summary: youâre too focused on being the paddockâs cupid that you fail to notice your perfect match is right there, on your brotherâs teammate
fc: madisyn menchaca
a/n: iâm choosing to ignore all the trouble and negativity surrounding oscarâs win and just focus on the fact that oscar piastri is a formula 1 grand prix winner!!!
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f1 the ferrari couple arrives in blue classiness đ
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username omg alexâs first appearance in the paddock !!!
username sheâs truly one of the most beautiful women iâve seen
username letâs all thank ynâs mind for bringing these two together đ
ynnorris my babies đ„čđ«¶đœ (liked by charles_leclerc and alexandrasaintmleux)
username still canât believe if it wasnât for yn they wouldnât be together
username i just love when hot people date each other đ
username and theyâre matching too đ„ș
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username why on earth wasnât she at the garage???
username babes your brother is a literal driver what are you doing there
ynnorris he kicked me out :(
lissiemackintosh shame on you landonorris
landonorris thatâs literally fake she just wanted to see how it looked from up there
oscarpiastri i can confirm
ynnorris no one asked youâŒïž oscarpiastri
username and whoâs that with logan đ
username omg not another one of yn friends đ
username she took the paddockâs cupid name too seriously
logansargeant send me that last pic
ynnorris ask friend1 đ€
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oscarpiastri exploring more of monacođČđš
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username canât believe heâs moving there
username we lost the game of keeping f1 drivers out of monaco
username not oscar hard launching loganâs relationship đ
username i genuinely think yn hard launched them first in her last post
username hard launch between yn and oscar when
username no because was this a double date orrr???
username logan and his new gf, no lando, oscar and yn next to each other ⊠hmm âŠ
ynnorris you look cute đ„° friend1
friend1 youuuu đ
logansargeant đ€šđ€š
friend1 you look cute too ig
logansargeant đ
oscarpiastri no flirting on my instagram please
ynnorris boooo đ đ đ
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ynnorris post-beach clarity đ
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username the only woman ever
username đźâđšđźâđšđźâđš
lissiemackintosh my girlfriend đ„” (liked by ynnorris)
username obsessed with you
username face card is insaaaane
username oscar is very slow
trentarnold66 damnđ
landonorris uhm đ€š
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ynnorris all of you leave rn.
ynnorris except you lewishamilton you can stay đ„°
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f1gossip some drivers were seen clubbing at monaco this weekend including oscar piastri with a mysterious brunette. yn norris and lissie mackintosh were also at the party
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username whoâs the girl with oscar?
username i believe itâs friend2 but i could be wrong
you know, i feel like choso is the friendly jock whoâs really nice to the weird kids and v sweet to you, the shy girl. he eventually makes you his girlfriend officially after some time. but there was definitely a casual hook up phase that lasted for about a month between you twoâ a little over a month maybe.
you were a virgin when you met him but obviously that changed over time. itâs a little funny because you actually made the first move oddly enough. he held your cheek one night andâ you snuggled your face into his palm, enjoying how warm he felt. every time he touched you it felt like a hug, you relished in it a bit with his eyes on you and a small smile on his face. but you completely took him by surprise when you took his hand and sucked on his pointer finger, looking up at him through your lashes.
you were shy but the kind of cock he gave you turned you into a lovesick, little fucking yandere lite. how could it not? he fucked you like he hated you and that was something youâve never experienced before. you became somewhat of a fiend, really.
you were shy but you had zero qualms letting him split you open right on his thick, heavy cockâ whether it be him folding you into a mating press or riding him until you were cross eyed and drooling.
you were shy but you never hesitated to offer your throat to him as if it were some sort of consolation prize when he had a bad day or a particularly rough day at practiceâ or maybe the team lost the game. just all âoh no! đ„ș would a blow job help you feel better? âĄâ youâre so genuine about it too, he thinks itâs sweet. but he feels bad for taking you up on the offer because he feels like heâs taking advantage of you. heâs all you know, your very first boyfriend. often thinking sex = bandaid.
you were shy but the sweet venom that poured from your lips while he pounded into you was anything but coy. âdonât talk to other girls.. iâll kill them.â itâs a breathy little remark and you say it as youâre about to cum. if anything, it gets him offâ turns him on even more.
you were shy but who would have thought youâd turn into such a little cock drunken minx for him. youâre his own personal cheerleader, so willing to please him.
pogue!sweetheart!reader surprising rafe with a birthday cake and heâs just like â????? for me????â bc no one has ever celebrated his birthday or made it special for him đ„ș
warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst
âdonât look!â you laughed, currently struggling to keep your hands over rafeâs eyes as you two stepped into your camper. âmm, it smells good in here.â he hummed. you were practically buzzing with excitement, your smile reaching your ears as you slowly pulled away from him. âokay..â you started, âi know you said you didnât want to celebrate today, but i couldnât help myself,â you pecked his cheek, âyou could open.â
rafe shouldâve known you would go all out for him, his lips pursing together as he took in the sight of his own personal cake and gift basket on the counter. your smile faltered at the look on his face. âis everything okay? do you not like it?â rafe blinked, swallowing thickly as he glanced over at you. âyou did this for me?â the disbelief in his voice pulled at your heart strings.
âof course.â you nodded. he walked up to the counter, getting a closer look at the cake. you knew how much he loved the your buttercream frosting, so of course you had to include it just for him. âHAPPY BIRTHDAY RâĄFEâ was also written on top in baby blue lettering. âthis is.. wow.â he let out a breath he didnât know he was holding. the room fell silent, your heart pounding out of your chest as you waited for rafe to say something else.
as if sensing your uncertainty, rafe finally looked up at you, the worried look on your face making him feel terrible. âiâm so sorry, babe, itâs just- iâve never had this before.â he pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. âi love it so much, i promise,â his large hands rubbed down your back, âno one has ever done anything like this for me.â he laughed softly. âno one has ever surprised you for your birthday?!â you exclaimed, looking up at him. ânever. my birthday is just another regular day.â you gasped, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.
âno, itâs not!â you pulled away, picking up the cake. if someone told rafe that on this day last year, he would have the prettiest little thing holding up a cake she made just for him, telling him that his birthday is special, he wouldnât believe them. âi donât think i could accept this-â you were quick to cut him off, âi swear iâll cry if you dont eat it.â rafe wanted to believe your threat was a joke, but he didnât dare chance it. âokay, okay..â he surrendered, finally letting this whole thing be okay with him.
âwell..â you gazed up at him, âwhat do you think?â rafe met your eyes, seeing nothing but pure love and adoration staring back at him. âi think that i need to marry you.â you smiled as rafe took a finger full of icing and popped the digit in his mouth. âfuck, thatâs amazing.â he took the cake out of your hands, placing it back on the counter before grabbing two forks. âdonât dig into it yet, i still have to sing you happy birthday.â rafe put the fork down, now pacing around excitedly as you motioned towards the gift basket.
âopen it.â you couldnât help the huge smile from adorning your face as rafe took each item out one by one. cologne, a few new shirts, his favorite snacks, a homemade birthday card, and..
warnings: koo gets scolded for sleeping around đ„ș, playboy jk <3, hints of a threesome đ«ą, oc fights w a laundry machine
summary: jungkook is in desperate need to polish up his playboy image, and naturally, he turns to you for help.
a/n: hii my pretty besties!!!! it's my bdayđ so i wanted to share this silly piece i've been having so much fun writing!!! love uuu n treat urself to smth nice for me today <3 mwahđ
Jeon Jungkook is a charming man â and he is well aware of the fact. He plays that card effortlessly.
Most of the time, it works in his favour.
But sometimes, it backfires spectacularly and gets him into trouble.
Which is why he stands in front of his fuming manage, who is radiating enough anger to fill the entire office.
The sight isnât foreign to Jungkook. He wouldnât say he is used to it, but he has found himself often enough in this situation to recognise the signs of deep trouble.
Not only is Jungkookâs charm complicating things, but the fact that he is famous too.
Sometimes, he uses that as an advantage. Not in an obvious way â never by flaunting his own achievements or demanding special treatment.
Thatâs not his style.
His name alone carries weight, and he knows how to let it work for him, quietly bending the world to his will... until the world pushes back.
And right now, itâs pushing back hard.
One thing Jeon Jungkook does enjoy about being a pro footballer, though, is the way women obsess over him.
He knows they love him â sees it in the comments they leave on his ig posts, sees it in the DMs flooding his inbox daily, and experiences it firsthand at public events, where hordes of fans scream his name. Jungkook thrives on that attention.
However, something he doesnât love, and what he was never prepared for, is the media. The way they scrutinise his every move, how his face ends up on every headline anytime he does something remotely noteworthy.
And now, thanks to his latest shenanigan getting caught by the press, here he is. Standing in front of his manager, Taesung, and his PR agent, Jiwoo, eyes downcast, bracing himself for the scolding thatâs already begun.
âYouâve gone too far this time, Jungkook.â
His manager speaks in a flat, monotonous voice, void of even the slightest hint of disappointment, as if heâd long since given up expecting anything different.
âDo you have any idea how hard it is to clean up the mess you leave behind?â
A sense of guilt creeping up on Jungkook, even though he knows if he were just a regular guy, none of this would matter at all. And he finds it a bit unfair.
But to survive in this business, you canât complain about unfairness.
âHave you completely lost your mind?â Taesung barks.
Jungkook remains silent. He forces himself to.
âIf there was more involved than just alcohol-â
âNo! Nothing like that,â he denies, his response firm and immediate. âIt was just alcohol â and, well, just good vibes because we won the last match, and with the World Cup being next, everyone was just really excited.â
If he had known what kind of trouble a simple, innocent celebration of his teamâs win at a club would bring, he wouldâve gone straight home yesterday. He wouldâve skipped the rounds of drinks, the flashing lights, the loud music, and definitely the attention. But hindsight was useless now.
âGood,â his manager says. âIâm glad you were happy.â Mock sympathy drips from his voice. âPerhaps the last time you are going to be happy this year.â
Jungkook nods, accepting the gravity of the situation. No more clubs, no more parties, no more girls.
At least, not for a while. His reputation had taken a few hits recently, and this latest mess wasnât helping. He could almost hear the whispers: reckless, irresponsible, unprofessional. The kind of things that could ruin him if he didnât get a handle on it.
He clenched his jaw. No more distractions. From now on, it was all about the game. He needed to remind everyone why he was Jeon Jungkook â the best on the field, not just the headlines.
âYouâre no longer in for the World Cup. Youâre out.â
His head snaps up at that. Did he hear that right?
âWhat?! What do you mean?â
âMyungbo doesnât want you on the team anymore.â Taesungâs words sound heavy and final.
Jungkookâs heart pounds in his ears.
His world tilts. The room seems to spin, the edges of his vision darkening. This wasnât just a setback â it was a disaster. The World Cup was everything to him, and now it felt like it was slipping through his fingers. The crushing weight of the news settles on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
One silly night is all that happened.
He canât believe that a single photo of him leaving the club with two girls clinging to each arm has cost him his spot on the national football team. He went home with two girls â so what?
But he doesnât voice his frustration. He knows better than to add fuel to the fire. Speaking his mind now would only escalate the situation and make things worse. Jungkook knows from experience.
He swallows hard, forcing himself to stay calm. His pulse is still racing, but he takes a deep breath, focusing on controlling his emotions. He has to keep a level head if heâs going to find a way to fix this.
âThere has to be a way to fix this.â His eyes move to Jiwoo, his PR agent. âRight?â
His manager fixes him with a stern glare. âJungkook, remember the promise you gave everyone a few months ago?â Taesung reminds him.
Jungkook cringes. When he made a promise to avoid actions that might damage his reputation, he didnât think itâd be that serious. He cut back on going out, made the effort to play the role of the âgood boyâ but really â come on. He canât maintain that facade for an eternity. Especially after a triumphant victory like yesterdayâs.
Taking away his spot on the national football team? He didnât think that was possible.
âHow many more times do we have to fix your problems, because you donât care enough? How many times do we have to repeat this scenario?â
âI promise Iâll better myself,â he pleads desperately, looking back and forth between his manager and his PR agent. Someone has to believe him, help him.
âDo you genuinely believe this country wants to be represented by a 20-year-old boy, who canât keep his personal life under control?â Taesung asks, eyebrows deeply pinched together. âThis isnât just about you, Jungkook. Itâs about the team, the fans, and the nation. They need a role model, not a scandal waiting to happen.â
âI know. I know.â Jungkook scrambles for something convincing to say, desperate to sway their decision. This canât be it. He wonât let his career take a hit because of something like this. âBut â but this isnât too bad. This is fixable. I can fix this.â His voice quivers with a desperation he barely recognises as his own. âJiwoo.â Jungkook turns to her with pleading eyes. âYou always know what to do. Please, help meâ
âI did propose an idea but-â
âWeâre not doing that,â Taesung cuts in. âItâs off the table.â
âWhat is it?â Jungkookâs eyes bounce back and forth between them. âIâll do anything. This is â this is everything to me. You have to give me a chance.â
Taesung scoffs. âA chance? As far as I know, you have been given countless chances.â
Sweat coats the back of Jungkookâs neck.
Taesung understands just how much Jungkook has fought to secure his place on the national team. Heâs well aware that itâs one of Jungkookâs greatest dreams, a pinnacle of his career that heâs poured countless hours of hard work and sacrifice into. Thatâs why, each morning, when he wakes up to the latest news of Jungkookâs escapades, he feels a deep sense of disappointment, texting Jungkook with a dejected shake of his head to visit his office first thing in the morning.
When itâs all he wants, like Jungkook claims, why doesnât he act like it?
âIf the head coach wonât give me a chance now, heâll never do. This is my last opportunity to change his mind, make him rethink. I need to at least try.â
Jiwoo looks at the manager, waiting for his approval. He nods.
âVery simply put: you need a girlfriend,â she says.
For a second, Jungkook is at loss for words.
âA girlfriend? Howâs that going to help?â Jungkook tilts his head in confusion. This is not how he thought Jiwoo was going to save him.
âYou need a girlfriend to help polish up your image as a player. Itâll make you appear more like a gentleman, softer and nicer. We need to completely shift public perception and counter the negative image theyâve formed about you. Itâs all about changing the narrative,â she explains.
âAnd that is not something we can easily achieve,â Taesung interjects. âRebranding your entire persona is not feasible at this stage. Youâve been projecting what kind of boy you are to the media for the past two years. Itâs going to be incredibly difficult to make a sudden shift look genuine.â
âNo! We â I can make it seem real. This is my only chance,â Jungkook insists, his voice gaining a hint of determination. For a moment, breathing feels a bit easier again. âThe World Cup is just a month away. Thatâs enough time to shift public opinion and prove Iâm worthy of representing the country on the team.â Thereâs a hopeful lilt in his voice as he speaks, clinging to the belief that he might not have to bid farewell to his biggest dream after all.
But his manager doesnât look as hopeful as Jungkook feels.
âHow are we going to find a girl who will agree to this? Someone who isnât an obsessive fan, understands this is purely professional, and can keep quiet? You wonât be able to pull this off.â
âI was actually thinking-â Jiwoo starts, but sheâs cut off.
Jungkook hesitates, glancing between them before speaking. âActually... I think I already have someone in mind.â His voice is more measured now. âThatâs not the issue.â Jungkook doesnât need to think twice.
Taesung sighs while Jiwoo looks at Jungkook apologetically.
âYou canât rebrand your entire persona from a playboy to a lover boy within a month, Jungkook. This is over.â
His manager shakes his head, a sense of finality glimmering in his eyes.
One thing that Jungkook forgot to mention is that he is an extremely competitive man, too.
~
âThis is ridiculous.â
You kick the laundry machine in frustration, but all you end up doing is yelping and clutching your aching foot.
âThatâs the third time this month,â you mutter under your breath. âWhat did I even spend all that money on if itâs just going to break down whenever it feels like it?â
You shoot a death glare at the machine, teetering on the edge of losing your mind.
âGuess Iâll have to use the public laundromat again,â you sigh, grabbing the overflowing laundry basket filled with your and your roommate's clothes, and heading out of the bathroom with a huff.
On your way to the front door, the doorbell rings.
Please, you think. You were hoping for some quiet, uninterrupted time to deep-clean your dorm on this peaceful Sunday with no one around.
But when you peek through the peephole and see Jungkook standing there, your frustration melts away. You swing the door open, the laundry basket tumbling to the floor beside you in your haste.
âJungkook!â you exclaim. âYouâre timing is perfect! Can you please fix my laundry machine again? Itâs been acting up, and Iâm getting frustrated.â
You groan annoyed.
Jungkook doesnât share the same excitement upon seeing you.
You grow smaller and take an indecisive step back.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, noticing the tension in his features. âDid you lose the match yesterday? I couldnât keep up because I had too much cramming to do last night.â
While studying medicine had always been your dream, the reality is less exciting. Right now, it means sleepless nights and relentless pressure. You know that pursuing this path will offer you many privileges later in life, but you have to suffer first.
âI need your help.â
His dark eyes, usually bright and full of energy, seem clouded with worry, and his hair falls messily over his forehead, like heâs run his hands through it a hundred times in frustration.
âAre you okay?â You study him closely, scanning his face for any signs of injury. Physically, he seems fine â still tall, muscular, and as fit as ever. But something is clearly off.
âYou need to do something for me.â
âI can help,â you reply, your voice soft with concern. âBut what is itâŠ?â
âCan you be my girlfriend?â
You blink, repeatedly.
âHuh?â
You start giggling when he doesnât add more. You expect him to clarify or laugh along, but Jungkook stays serious, stepping closer and gently taking your hands in his. You look down at them, then back up at his face, utterly bewildered.
âYouâre silly, Jungkook. If someone on the team made you do this, tell them you did the punishment and quit acting so weird.â
Itâs too early in the morning for Jungkookâs nonsense.
âNo, ___, you donât understand.â He squeezes your hands when he feels you trying to pull them back. âI actually need you to do it.â
Ghost ripping hacker girl away from her computer and fucking her brains out so hard she canât get back to her deskâŠ.he wonât show it but heâs clingy and wants you in bed all dayđ„ș
Ghost can deny all he wants but deep down he's incredibly clingy to people he cares about/loves and you just so happen to be on top of the listâĄ
He hates it when you have a few days off or there just isn't too much work that requires leaving your shared room and you still insist that you have to go over some data you hacked recently and you left the comfy bed or nest, how you like to call it; it's one big space with blankets, pillows and all that. Simon at first scoffed at it, saying that it's way too excessive but you insisted on it, convincing him that he needs some luxury and comfiness too and after a night full of love making in the new fluffy bedcovers and he was soldâĄ
Now he behaves like a lazy male lion, growling and calling you from his place in the bed, all naked and spread, calling in that rough, gravely voice of his, Manchester accent thick especially now during relax day.
Si woke up so horny and pent up for some reason, even after bruising your soft full hips and breeding you good last night and when he reached out to your side of the bed it was empty! He shot up quickly worried that you left him but...there you were, looking at him with a worried look on your pretty face and asking what's wrong; sweet little girl. His sweet girl, always so worried about him.
He called out to you, asking what you're doing but you sheepishly explained that you only wanted to go through that data and that you'll be soon there in bed with him but that didn't satisfy Simon at all :(( He wanted-no, needed you now. He was laying on his back in bed, cock hard and leaking precious cum on his belly while it should be stuffed deep in your womb, breeding you good with his baby :((
Instead there you were, clicking away on your keyboard, way too far away from the warm and comfy bed, and more important, too far away from your needy partner who needed to fill you with his sperm. So Simon took the matter into his own hands, getting up with a low gravely growl at the feeling of his cock hanging hard and leaky, full balls hanging low and making his way towards you with heavy footsteps and before you could react, suddenly Si yanked you up roughly and basically ripped your thin shorts apart before dragging you back into the bed/nest where he roughly thrusted his whole hefty cock inside in one motion, your loud scream only making Simon moan and bellow too at the feeling of your soft and hot wall squeezing down on his dick, his sensitive tip hitting your cervix.
You know that you definitely won't get any work done today or the day after but thinking again, Simon fucking you so good with you on all fours and hin behind you, thrusting into your sore pussy like a starved beast in heat is surely so much betterâĄ
can you pls write something about reader being sick and like not the cough and cold kind of sick- like really really sick, and sukuna realising how much he doesn't want to lose her to this sickness and how if she dies, he'll be alone again..đ„ș
You have NO idea how much I love this idea!!! I did go a bit overboard with it cause I love suffering though đ Still, this was SO much fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Sukuna x Reader
Word count: 4.5k
Tags/warnings: gn! reader, true form! sukuna, master/pet dynamic, fluff but most importantly ANGST, mentions of weight loss, mentions of violence, implied nsfw, reader dies in the end :( (sorry)
It's not the first time Sukuna has been made aware of your mortality. He recalls many instances when he's been reminded that you are human. Finite. The first time he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed with calculation while you were laying under him, and you looked up at him in fear for your life. Your little hand couldn't even wrap around his wrist, much less provide resistance. Or when he'd pull your hair a little too roughly, and hear a crack in your delicate spine. When you'd get sick, and humbly refuse his healing. So little as a tummy ache had you writhing on your bed.
You are so weak, so small, clinging to life like there was anything for you in it, beyond Sukuna. By all means he hates all of these things. So what witchery is this, and why does he care about you so much? Why does he keep you for years, and why does your company bring him comfort he hasn't ever known in his lifetime?
Still, as much as he cares, he doesn't notice when it starts. He's trained you to tolerate pain, after all. It's no wonder you hesitate to tell him. Little things like tummyaches and colds occur to you all the time anyways, and you never complain. Sure, you've grown closer to Sukuna, but he was still your master, and the rules he instilled in you from the start were always fresh in your mind, not to be crossed. Bothering him with everything that feels off always seemed inappropriate.
And Sukuna is just like that. If you're not screaming or crying, he won't know you're in pain. But he notices that you're acting off. And how he reacts really doesn't help your case, or encourage you to speak up about your condition. ''I don't have all day. What is wrong with you?'', he sneers when he catches you pacing too far behind him.
So you just sleep longer and preserve energy for when you are with him. You don't skip around as much anymore, or spend time doing your hobbies. Food doesn't taste so great anymore. You have a cough that gives you sleepless nights because it just won't calm down. And the time you owe Sukuna starts to feel like an obligation. You start to dread it. Dread slipping up, dread annoying him or failing to satisfy him. Dread being disposable.
When things start getting worse, it's hard to hide it even from him. He was taking you from behind one night, and you were grateful he couldn't see the look on your face. You thought you could do it. Sukuna was always demanding, but he would never force you to do anything. If only you told him before you felt yourself struggling for air, and your chest closing in on itself in tightness. You reached one hand back, frantically grabbing his wrist.
''Feathers, feathers!'', words came out as gasps, and you slumped forward when he let you go. You were panicked and crying by then, this kind of discomfort being foreign even to you, even after weeks of pain behind you. He hovered next to you with a puzzled look on his face. He wasn't even being that rough.
''What's wrong? Tell me.'', he said, and reached his hand to feel the warmth of your tears streaming down your face. He swiped your cheek gently. He didn't seem mad at all. Why didn't you say anything from the start?
''I just feel so sick.'', you muster up in between sobs, and shut your eyes. You were too embarrassed to even look at him.
''I see.''. His hand leaves your face, and he traces it from your neck down your spine. The pain subsided slowly, allowing you to relax and find comfort in his arms.
But the effects of his healing were short lived. Just a week later the feeling of fatigue creeps back into your life. Manageable, but lingering. And the cough persists. And it gets on Sukuna's nerves too. He's been quite patient with you, but his patience was reaching it's limit.
You're sitting by his throne as you often do, and as hard as you try to hold the cough in, you just can't help it. His hand finds the back of your neck and squeezes, turning you to him. And he looks at you with all four, terrifying eyes. ''Can you shut up?''
''I'm sorry, I'm trying -'', you stutter, but just end up coughing more. He doesn't wait for you to stop.
''Get out of here.'', and pushes you away. You stumble down the pile of bones and fall, landing on your hands and knees. You don't remember him being this cruel to you in a long time. You look back at him with teary eyes, and he looks back like the merciless monster he is. The villagers awaiting him moved to make space for your fall, taking note of the tense situation.
That day, Sukuna sends word that he doesn't want to see you until you get better. You're forbidden from going outside again, in fear that that is making your 'cold' worse. It's a lonely week in your room, until Sukuna starts to crave you again. It didn't take him a while, counting the couple days he spent convincing himself he doesn't miss you. He does. So when he sends word for you again, and the servants come back to him saying you're still not feeling well... he's worried. So worried he comes to see it for himself.
Sukuna rarely comes to your room. It's the only space you have for yourself, and he doesn't want to take that away from you. Your room is modest. You have a bed, a carpet, and a couple shelves to house the books he's gifted you. There's a desk where you can eat and read, and a doorway to the garden. There's an empty glass of water and a napkin next to your bed. You're still sleeping, but the door shutting behind him wakes you up, so he doesn't get to enjoy observing you in your natural habitat for long.
It's not the first time doors opening and closing woke you up. But you know this time is different. The servants are always quickly shuffling around the room, cleaning up and moving around. Uraume clanks with plates. There is no noise now, other than your strained breathing and a cough brewing in the back of your throat. Besides, the aura that Sukuna brings with him everywhere he goes is recognizable. Especially to you. Heavy.
You turn around, and meet the gaze of his four eyes. ''Master...'', you struggle to sit up, and even a little action like that has spots forming in your vision. Then a coughing fit hits you. You pick up the napkin and put it to your mouth.
Sukuna sees your whole body strain with the effort of coughing. And when you call him master, even your voice sounds different. He knows your morning voice. He missed hearing it, but this... this is not it. You sit with your head hung low, staring at the napkin between your hands. There's a fresh splatter of blood on it. But Sukuna scares you more than the progression of your illness.
''Are you mad at me?'', you ask timidly, meeting his gaze.
''I'm concerned.", he says and sits next to you. You curl up to make space for him. "Two weeks is a long time for a frail human like you to be sick.", he looks at you, scanning your form up and down.
"I rested and drank every tea Uraume told me to!", your defense mechanism kicks in, and you start babbling.
Sukuna dismisses you with a hand and a pained facial expression. "I know.", he says. His brows are furrowed now, and he's looking at the ground, lost in thought.
You feel guilty for annoying him again. You feel guilty for the whole thing, getting sick, draining the energy it takes him to heal you, robbing him of the time with you that he deserves. Owns. He is very generous with the way he treats you, having all that in mind.
You tug on his sleeve. "I'm sorry, Master... You deserve better.", and you're sobbing again. Sukuna gives you a pathetic look, but smiles as he pulls you into his embrace.
"Silly pet. I can survive a couple weeks without your assistance.", he says, rubbing your shoulder.
You run your fingers against the back of his hand mindlessly, not knowing how to respond. Caressing his knuckles, bones, veins... feeling his nails and their sharp tips against your sensitive skin. When you bring his palm up to your lips, your kiss stains it red with blood.
-
You still sleep with Sukuna sometimes. Less frequently, only on days when you feel well enough, and those are rare. You've lost weight by now, sickness making itself visible on your body. You're sitting on his lap and clinging to your robes, scared that he won't like you as much, that you won't live up to his standards. But Sukuna's demeanor about your illness has changed, as he seemed to sense something unusual about it. He flips you over so gently, like you're made of glass, and peppers kisses from your neck downwards, slowly undressing you as much as you allow him. When he takes you, he's so careful. Constantly checking you're comfortable and enjoying yourself. You feel so loved and relaxed, and pleasure comes so easy when you're in this state. It's not the first time Sukuna is this caring with you in bed, but this time is different. This time you can't help but feel like he's saying goodbye.
He holds you afterwards, tracing his fingers over the ridges of your spine and your shoulders. You were always little in his grasp, but now that he feels your protruding bones under his fingertips, you seem all the more vulnerable.
"Will you kill me?", you ask, breaking the silence.
Sukuna frowns. "Nonsense. Why would I do that?"
There's a gulp in your throat. "It won't be long before I can't even do this. I won't be of any use to you then...", you say.
"Stop.", he says sternly. "There's a lot more to you than what you provide me with in bed."
You smile to yourself, but there's still a hole in your chest. Your statement is still true, and you aren't comforted. But this is Sukuna, and you know that he's offered you quite a lot even with that little bit of reassurance. To your surprise, he speaks again.
"Don't upset yourself. It's been a long time since killing you crossed my mind.", he says. "Save the energy for something else."
You nod and thank him. Just moments later, you're asleep. Quicker than ever before, he notes. You usually love it when he lets you cuddle and talk to him. You would force your eyes open when you were sleepy, just to enjoy it longer.
He feels guilty. He's your master, he's responsible for your well being. Yet nothing he does seems to help you long term. Healing you is temporary and he knows that without accessing the source, it will never work. If he could, he would find what was making you sick and rip it out of you with his bare hands, crush it with the force of his palm. He would have to look deeper, open you, and for once, he thinks he can't open a human being. He thinks of you trashing, screaming, and worst of all, looking into his eyes. Just the thought of you like that makes his chest feel like a gaping cavity. Worst of all, he's sure you would let him. He's sure you would forgive him for spilling your blood, and find comfort in his arms again. If you survived, that is. What has he done to you? And to himself?
Now, your head rests on his chest, and you're snoring lightly. For once, a repetitive noise like that doesn't annoy him. For once, he wishes he could listen to it every night. One day, that noise will be the only thing audibly confirming you're still alive.
-
Months pass and you're only getting worse. You barely leave your room now, too weak to even do so. You eat little, and it's showing in your sunken cheeks and eyes. You feel yourself withering away, loosing color, drying like a dying flower. Sukuna is in grief. He struggles to look at you, and visiting you falls heavy on him every time. He always finds himself thinking afterwards. Regretting that he let himself get this attached, wishing that he could simply forget you. But it doesn't work that way.
He goes to see you, after avoiding you for a week. He's Sukuna, he doesn't have any shame. You're sleeping, like you usually are when he comes to visit you. Your snoring is laboured, and it sounds painful. This time, the doors and the silence don't wake you up. He watches you, curled up under a stack of blankets, rising and falling with your struggles to breathe. How foolish he was, to think forgetting you would be as easy as avoiding you for days. How evil he was, trying to forget you while you are still alive under his wing, still his responsibility. Still his.
He sits next to you and leans over you, fingertips ghosting over your face. The snoring stops and you flutter your eyes open, turning in bed and feeling his body next to yours. You smirk at him, eyes adjusting to the light, and smile when you recognize him. ''Master.'', your arms wrap around his neck as you welcome him, your voice dry, but lively as you beckon him closer. ''I missed you.''.
He comes down to plant a kiss to your forehead. ''I missed you too, darling.''. Oh, the things that escape his mouth when he's alone with you. He cups your face, enjoying how much healthier you look with a smile on your face. ''Feeling any better?'', he rubs your cheek, lingering closely above your face.
You nod, but both of you know you only feel better because you saw him. Still, the little surge of happiness that brings you gives you more energy than you've had the whole week. You wiggle to the edge of the bed, making space and inviting him to join you. Sukuna lies down, hooking one arm underneath your neck and pulling you flush against him.
You wrap your arm around him and lean your head against his shoulder. He's still as big as you remember him, unfaltering in the face of your illness. It's comforting. ''You didn't visit in a while. Were you busy?'', you ask, stroking his back. ''How were your days?''
''Monotone.'', he says. ''The villagers bring remedies for you every day, and wish for you to get well.'' It's no wonder. So many times, Sukuna found himself hesitating to kill just because you were sitting on his knee, dressed in something too pretty to be splattered with blood. In the local villages, word spread that you have ''domesticated'' Sukuna. As if such a thing was possible. Or was it?
''Oh?'', you smile. ''I didn't think they would notice my absence.''. You always were supposed to be Sukuna's accessory and nothing more. Remedies and good wishes make it sound like you're more important than just a pet. So it really is that obvious...
''They did.'', he says, and lowers his head, brushing his nose against your face. ''Some took that as an opportunity to gift me new pets.''
You blink at him, a bit taken aback by his honesty. You keep smiling anyways. ''Did you take any?'', you ask, and he sees nothing but genuine curiosity in your eyes. The truth is, you've had a lot of time to think about your place in Sukuna's mansion. You knew, especially in sickness, that you were never entitled to exclusivity with him. You knew that at some point you would have to be replaced, just by the virtue of being a mortal. A human, who would age and become ugly, wrinkled and useless. You were just unlucky enough to meet this fate sooner than you should've.
Sukuna sighs, the weight of the conversation shifting to him. ''Not to bed, no.'', he says.
You're quiet while you think of what to say. You still have a habit of picking words when you're with Sukuna, but the times when he would punish you for improper formulation are far behind you. "Why not?", you settle. You hope the implication is there, that you wouldn't be so mad even if he did.
Why not? Because he thinks it might break him. Because the image of someone else in your place, under him, feels unnatural and wrong. He thinks the guilt might eat him alive. For once in centuries, someone else's needs come before Sukuna's. He is gone, so far gone. You've raised his standards, and he's not sure anyone he takes now will be able to live up to them. Besides, training a new pet to fit your mold would take years, and even then... He couldn't train someone to love him. Not like you do.
''I wouldn't want you to hold back because of me.'', you say, and he realizes he's been quiet for too long. Years ago, if you dared to imply that Sukuna would do such a thing as hold back because of you, that he cared, you would've been minced meat ready for dinner. Now, he looks down at you tenderly when you say it. Well, a tender look from Sukuna is a docile one. You've gotten used to the way that Sukuna communicates love. Subtly, innocuously.
''Worry about getting well, pet.'', he shuts down the conversation, and moves away from you, sitting back on the bed. ''Any wishes? Food? Activities?'', he asks, and feels your forehead with the back of his hand.
Food? No, but... ''I'd like you to stay, please.'', you say, and take his hand with the two of yours, feeling it up with your thumbs.
Sukuna resists the urge to roll his eyes, knowing the thought of annoying him would upset you greatly. ''That's a given. Anything else?''
You pretend to think, then just babble your favorite food. Sukuna takes your order to Uraume. But when he comes back, you're already asleep again. He waits by your side, but you don't wake, so eventually he leaves. By the evening, the plate of your favorite food remains untouched.
-
You can't leave the bed on your own anymore. Sukuna carries you outside when you're feeling good enough. You barely have the strength to latch onto him securely. Still, it's hard to slip out of the grasp of his four arms. He says you've gotten pale. You lay in his lap and bask in the sun, while he tells you about his day or reads a book out loud for you to enjoy. You wish you could talk to him more, but your voice leaves you as days of endless coughing wreck your throat. No herbs and teas ease your condition anymore. You wait for your final day.
And Sukuna doesn't know when he's given up on the idea that you might get better. But he starts spending whole days with you, leaving your side only to sleep in his bed. He tends to almost all your needs personally. You think that if you asked him to get on his knees for you, he would. He is not familiar with this ache that brews in his chest when he looks to his side and doesn't see you there. It feels violating. To be as powerful as he is, and yet completely helpless in the face of the sickness that drains you in front of his very eyes.
He plays with your thinning hair one morning, and you look at him from his lap, as adoringly as always. ''Isn't it funny?.'', you say, and he snaps out of his thoughts to look at you. ''I always imagined dying by your hand.'', you kiss his hand again, planting your dry, blue lips against his knuckles. ''Who would have thought?''.
You, you little human. You made him feel like a fool, like a coward. You made him feel powerless. Who could ever get away unscathed with making Sukuna feel like this? The thought of killing you now, even out of mercy, fills him with horror. He thinks he couldn't live carrying the burden of your death on his back. It's already hard for him as is.
When he's not with you, he withers away in his room, waiting. And when the servants finally come, and tell him you're at your last strengths, he feels as tense as he feels relieved. The servants shake in fear of his reaction, and he simply dismisses them. In a thousand years of his existence, he doesn't remember having to prepare to enter a room. His hand trembles as he brings it up to push the door open. He dreads what awaits him inside.
He expected blood, hysteria, chaos, yet there's none of it when he walks in. Just the pained noises of your breathing. A servant, your favorite, sits by your side and wipes sweat off your forehead. She talks to you in a comforting tone and pats your head gently. When he walks in the room, she lowers her head and moves to leave. It's only a second, but he sees the sad look on your face. ''Stay.'', he orders, and the servant bows and thanks him.
You move your attention to him, raising your hand to greet him weakly. He picks it up and bends down to kiss it. There's tears in your eyes as he settles into a seat next to you, and you open your mouth in an attempt to say something.
''Easy now.'', he shushes you, and helps you into his lap. You lean back, looking at him through a blur. His features appear even more doubled through the tears, and you still find his beauty mesmerizing. Your master. Your own little god and protector. Although he regrets it, you've never claimed the title of his spouse. Yet, he still stuck by your side, until parted by death. In sickness and in health.
He wipes your tears, and the mouth he conjures onto his hand kisses your forehead. One set of his hands caresses your face, the other massages the tension out of your bony shoulders. Sukuna knows how important it is for you to pass in peace. He doesn't want to curse you, or have despair turn you into a curse. "Relax now.", his voice is so soothing, as if lulling you to sleep. "It won't be long". You weep. What did an ordinary human like you do to deserve this honor? To be comforted on their death bed by a god. To be guided to death by him.
"Master.", you sob. "I'm so scared..."
Delicate touch against your skin. Sharp nails grazing your cheek ever so slightly, just barely enough to make their presence known. "Have no fear.", Sukuna looms over you like a snowdrop. "Where you go now, pain won't follow.". You speak to him a little longer. Tell him all the things you always wanted to tell him, but were scared of the consequences. Dangerous words, ones that were rarely associated with Sukuna. Love. And Sukuna is attentive, so human. Your blinking slows and you find comfort in his voice, as he returns every loving word back to you. Your pained breathing follows, and your eyelids are so heavy. But the sight of him is so hypnotizing, you wish you never had to look away. "You are so brave, my little dove. Go now, be free.". You were too good for this wretched palace anyways. The sight of him is etched in your memory as you close your eyes. "It was a pleasure to have you by my side.", you listen, feeling control over your body slip through your fingers. When you can't move, or feel his touch, you still hear his calm voice. "When you're ready, come back to me. I'll be waiting for your return.". Then everything is quiet, for you and for him. The servants cries are muffled by the sheets, where she has her head pressed by your side.
The hallways, silent except for the busy tapping of feet. Outside, the wind blows petals off of blooming flowers, leaving them bare and stranded. Autumn is here to carry you away.
Servants hold their breath when Sukuna walks by. One wrong look at him and the walls would be painted red. Just like before. Before you. And it's not long before Sukuna looks like a monster again - red eyes and a permanent frown etched on his face. Villagers bring bouquets, and lay them to the right of his throne, where you used to sit. He stares them all down, and only for a moment thinks that maybe, humans are not the scum he thought they were. But then he remembers, they only mourn you because you held him back from his destructive tendencies. Scum.
And he kills again. The first is a villager from afar, where news of your passing hasn't reached. Ripped to shreds for mentioning you. The women who screamed, their blood soaks the carpets and seeps through the wooden floor, dripping down to the cellars. He feels like himself again, unhinged, unbeatable.
Until the day is over, and he goes back to his empty room. His cold, empty bed, and the old habit of reaching for you in his sleep, only to grab nothing instead. And the crocheted figures of the two of you on his nightstand, watching him as he struggles to sleep alone. He can't bear it. So he leaves, and doesn't come back for days, weeks, months.
Smoke clouds the skies on the horizon once again, after years and years of peace and clarity. As far as the eye stretches, the world will know of Sukuna's wrath. But as thrilling as it feels to conquer again, when the village is burned and ash covers the grass on the ground, the thought of you still lingers. Your devastated eyes the first time he's killed before you. The first time he's felt guilty about his monstrous nature. When he comes back, no one's warm embrace awaits him. No one's there to brighten up his day. No amount of blood shed and villages burned replace the emptiness you left behind in his heart.
The grief settles, and sits heavy in Sukuna's chest, as he assumes position in his lonely throne again, and gazes at the row of people waiting to beg, talk, offer... bore him. Another eternity of boredom. An eternity of picking through thousands of humans, in vain hopes of finding you again. In vain hopes of recognizing you, even if it's lifetimes from now, when the last memory of your face has already faded from his mind. When generations change, and the thought of a monster like Sukuna being capable of tenderness vanishes. When the fire in his chest, ignited by love, is already a memory so distant, that recalling it feels surreal.
Maybe he will forget you by then. Maybe times will harden him again, and the idea of a pet becoming his lover will make him laugh. But for now, the thought of finding you in a crowd, taking you in his arms and never letting go, is his comfort and safe place. For now, he will wait for you. As long as it takes, like a stone, unyielding against the passing of time.
Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, arm biting, tongue sucking, belt riding, dominant Billie, sub reader
A/n: 1585 words bro. I worked hard asf on this. THIS TOOK ME AN HOUR YALL BETTER LIKE, COMMENT, REPOST ANYTHING please đ€đ„ș
The sun was setting when you and Billie were out driving. Yâall just came back from dinner and the both of you were just driving around deciding to wait before going home. Billie was dancing around in the drivers seat while you were singing along with her, dancing along with her. You were wearing a cute little light blue sundress while Billie had on a baggy white t-shirt, baggy pants along with her favorite black and white cap that she always wears.
The song changed to a slower and more sensual type song and you knew it started to affect billie and yourself. Billies hand went over to your leg and made its way up to your soft plush thighs she loves so much. You blush and look over to see billie driving with one hand and using her knee to help. She stopped at a stop light and looked over at you with her sunglasses on, looking up and down at you. You saw her bite her bottom lip and slowly have her hand go up into your inner thigh.
âYouâre so pretty mamasâŠâ she rasped out as the light turned and she hit on the gas to go. You felt your face blush at the nickname and compliment she gave you. Her hand went higher as her fingers started playing with your lace panties, letting her hand go inside and start playing with your clit. You gasped at the feeling of her ring covered fingers rubbing your pussy and you threw your head back at the pleasure. âTake these off for me mamas..â billie demanded softly and you quickly obeyed her by reaching down and removing your now ruined underwear. You threw them in the back seat and Billies hand quickly went back to where they were.
âCan you put your legs up to your chest and have your seat lay back some princess?â Billie asked you as she keeps her eyes on the road, occasionally letting her knee take control of the wheel from time to time. You do what Billie says and put your knees up to your chest, revealing your bare soaking wet pussy to your girlfriend who was drooling at this point. You also let the seat back some to give Billie some room to do whatever she wanted to you. Billie put her arm back over to you and started rubbing on your pussy again which made you start biting on your bottom lip harshly. âMmmâŠyou feel so good babygirlâŠso wet and warmâŠâ billie commented and you felt your face heat up again. âPlease b-billieâŠâ you begged her, you werenât sure what but you just needed her to do something.
Billie chuckled and inserted her index finger into your pulsating hole, your walls instantly swallowing her finger. Your girlfriend bit her lip and added another finger, her fingers going deeper and deeper. You grabbed onto her arm and moaned into it, slightly nibbling on her skin to keep yourself from moaning loudly. You could hear how wet you were with billies fingers pounding into you and you got embarrassed on that but Billie seemed to love it. Billie added another fingers which in total were three fingers buried deep inside of you. She was finger fucking you like there was no tomorrow and soon your legs were shaking and you were biting onto her arm. âCome on baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my hand sweet girl.â
She said as you arched your back and let out a pornographic moan as you cummed all over her hand but it didnât stop there. You started squirting and did it all over her hand and on the dash board of her car. Billie wasnât even mad that your juices were all over her car, in fact, she was mesmerized. She pulled her fingers out of you and put them in her mouth, moaning instantly at your sweet taste. You sat there breathing heavily and trying to compose yourself while Billie was happily sucking on her fingers. âFuck. You taste so good. I need more.â She stated and pulled over to a deserted parking lot where the only light there was was dimly lit street lamps. Billie put dragon in park and laid her seat all the way back. âSit on my face baby.â
She demanded and you felt your eyes widen at her. âW-what? Baby we are in public!â You said as you nervously looked around. âBabyâŠyou werenât worried about that when I was pounding my fingers into you.â She said bluntly and you blushed at that, realizing that she was right, plus she parked in a abandoned parking lot, no one is here, itâs completely dead silent and no signs of life anywhere. You shakily went over and sat on her stomach and billies hand immediately went to your hips. Billie licked her lips and helped you sit on her face and when your soaking pussy was on her mouth, she dived in. She took your clit between her lips and starting sucking the life out of it. You moaned out and leaned forward a bit, covering billies face with your dress. âF-fuck..!â You moaned as Billie was nibbling, bitting, flicking her tongue, and sucking on your clit like it was the best lollipop in the world.
She then guided her tongue further down until it was at your pulsating hole and plunged it in, making you yell out at the sensation. Billie licked all in your velvet walls and can feel it pulsating which made her smirk as you grab onto her hair since her hat fell off a while ago. You rode her face as her hands were massaging your ass like it was a stress toy. Her tongue went even deeper to where she was curling her tongue so she could hit your g-spot which she did successfully. Your thighs started to shake again like last time and Billie could feel your walls clenching around her tongue so she had to use her jaw to really put the work in and make her precious girl cum. Not long after, her hard work paid off and you closed your eyes tightly as you came hard all in her mouth and all over her face.
Billie hummed in approval and used her warm tongue to clean you of your juices. You whimpered and tapped the top of her head a few times to get her to stop to which she immediately did and helped you off her face and onto her lap. âI love your tongue and your fingers. I just love you in general.â You said panting. Billie giggled at your words and held you close in her arms, her hands going down to your plump ass and starts to rub it gently. âI love you more mamas. And just know Iâll gladly make you cum anytime. Even in dragon.â She said winking at you which made you chuckle at her horniess. You stop laughing and look up in her ocean eyes and get lost in them until her plump glistening lips are hovering over yours. She places her lips on yours and deepens the kiss quickly making your head spin. You start to slowly grind on her black bulky belt and you felt her smirk into the kiss, slightly breaking it.
âCan you give me one more babygirl?â She asked and you nodded, fully starting to grind your pussy onto her belt. She grabbed onto your ass more and started to help your grind better on her. Billie took one of her hands off your ass and places it on your throat, slightly squeezing it and lifting it up to her face as she captures your lips in hers once again. You opened your mouth slightly to give her access to your mouth and she immediately gliding her tongue in, dominating you as always. You moaned louder when you were almost close to cumming and when she started sucking on your tongue, some salvia started coming out at the corner of yâallâs mouths and down yalls chins. Soon enough, you came hard on her belt and on her lap making her pull away from the kiss and lick her lips. âYou made a mess on me everywhere today sweetheart but I wouldnât want it any other way.â She said winking at you at the end making you hide your face in her plump chest.
She wiped her chin that was covered in your cum and salvia as she grabbed your face softly and started wiping away at your chin and mouth, causing you to break out into a smile at how thoughtful she was towards you. âI love you bilsâŠâ you whispered and she smiled as she pulls the seat belt over yâall and buckles it. âI love you more sweet girl. Go ahead and rest. Itâs a thirty minute drive home and I know I exhausted you so go ahead and sleep. Iâll wake you up when we get there.â She said softly as she starts dragons engine and pulls out of the parking lot. You nodded against her chest and falls asleep on top of her while one hand is on the steering wheel while her other hand is busy running her fingers through your hair. You fell into a deep sleep on top of your loving sexy ass girlfriend.
A/n: this shit literally took me AN HOUR please repost, like, and comment. đđ» remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love yâall :)
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fan her instagram is girlstagram! from what i could see before she went private, she posted a selfie of her and lando and they looked very close
âł fan damn the fbi needs to hire you or smth
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fan um who hurt my bestie ???
fan whoever hurt y/n must die at the hand of my sword
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bffstagram i would never smother you xx also come out of ur room it is boring as FUCK out here
âł y/nstagram damn cant a girl go through it in peace?
âł bffstagram absolutely not, i have wine and nibbles get out here NEOOWWW or i'm breaking into ur room
âł y/nstagram the door is open babygirl
fan ik this is a parasocial friendship but are you ok y/n? âčïž we love you
âł y/nstagram oh sweetie â€ïž i'll be fine, sometimes you just gotta be a lil sad y'know? thank you for asking, ily â€ïž
âł fan ily, take care of yourself đ„ș
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âł fan do not even speak that into the universe
fan after f1gossips post, i have my speculations
âł fan dude, if he fumbled y/n he really will be lando nowins
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y/npriv absolutely not thuggin it out lads
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âł y/nstagram nooo don't let me ruin your date time!!
âł flavy.barla nope it's already done! este's booked that little restaurant you like on pl. du casino
âł y/nstagram le salon rose?? oh i could do a little weep, i love you guys đ
âł flavy.barla we love you so so much y/n đ
lilymhe i will hit him with my golf clubs
âł y/nstagram i haven't even mentioned anyone?
âł lilymhe we all know their name rhymes with bando borris
âł y/nstagram wdym we all know? who else knows?
âł flavy.barla ... me
âł alexandrasaintmleux ^
âł francisca.c.gomes ^
âł lilynzeimer ^
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kellypiquet want me to ask max to rear end him with his race car?
âł y/nstagram as if max would ever be behind lando
âł kellypiquet đłđłđł
âł y/nstagram i may l*ve him but i am also a realist
âł y/nstagram ok no i do feel bad
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flavy.barla mon ange (my angel), you know you're the only one for me đ
âł y/nstagram tell that to your giant of a boyfriend :(
estebanocon i'm not a giant đ
âł y/nstagram stop reading flavy's messages weirdo
âł y/nstagram but on a real note, thank you for dinner, i really needed it
âł estebanocon of course, i'm not sure what lando's done but we hate seeing you so sad
âł y/nstagram who said it had anything to do with lando?
âł estebanocon whenever me and flavy have an argument she pulls out the mitski lyrics, i know the signs
âł y/nstagram that's different, you and flavy are dating
âł estebanocon and you and lando aren't????
âł y/nstagram what? no? we're just friends
âł estebanocon oh mon amie naĂŻve (my naive friend) friends don't look at each other the way the two of you do
summary: in which you drive jungkook mad but you make his heart beat.
idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive, a pinch of angst / word count: 5k
content/warnings: tried sumn different so this is mainly from jungkookâs pov :D !! drummer!oc ur so cool & iâm stealing u from ur bf đâ mention of a 10 yr age gap between jk & a guy who likes oc (heâs hella pissed off) ; mentions of (car) s^x ; allusion to a bl^wj^b ; jk just got home from tour & oc is tipsy, needy, & dramatic as hell T_T ; oc /briefly/ touches jk while heâs driving & he /nearly/ loses his shit & crashes the car (he doesnât) (iâm kidding) + to the anon who wanted to jkâs cheek scar to get a kissy here u go đ„ș
> in which masterlist!
note: oc is so shot glass of tears coded especially in this⊠iâm glad iâm posting this after golden came out just so i could say it đ„° this takes place after this drabble sooo the end of oct 2018 <3 if uâve read the prev drabble too, this was when jk said those exact words in the past đ„ș wrote this in the middle of hell week so i was half out of my mind :'] as always feedback & reblogs rrr always appreciated !! đ„ș
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jungkook loves the sound of rainâ the gentle knocks on every surface of the earth has always been a lullaby even during daylight.
tonight is a different story, however. it is defeaning, terrifying even. he can barely see what is infront of him, spare the occasional headlights blazing across the slippery roads. his umbrella is being stolen away by the harsh gusts of wind and the mud stains on his sneakers are well-hidden by the plain black.
and yes, he is tired; and yes, this is hard, but that is the end of it.
youâre exactly where you told him youâd wait, far behind the edge of the roof where the rainwater falls from and splashes on the ground. you stand out in his blue oversized shirt, one that he purposely left behind in your closet so he could have something else to wear when he sleeps over.
youâre too busy typing on your phone to see him crossing the parking lot; he feels his very own vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. however, his giddy smile fades when a man exits through the entrance door and approaches you with a red umbrella. his strides become slightly hurried then, as he watches you politely decline it with that heart-fluttering smile of yours everybody adores.
âoh no, really, iâm fine. you might need it later! my boyfriend is already coming to pick me up anyway.â
jungkook acts cool. he tucks his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, tries to make himself appear bigger because he realizes that he would be inches shorter than the man if not for the platforms of his shoes.
â____, baby!â
upon hearing your name coming from the lips of your lover, your face lights up even brighter.
âjungkook!â
you greet him with an embrace, jumping into his arms before he can properly set down his umbrella on the ground.
âyah, yah-yah! be careful!â he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you, peering down to check how high your boots are for you to be running and jumping around freely.
âhey, iâm going back inside- thereâs more customers coming in. make it home safe, alright?â
the stranger tries to catch your attention, and jungkookâs protectiveness swiftly kicks in when he lays a hand on you and slides it down to your lower back. your boyfriend turns you away from the unprompted touch by pulling your body closer to his side, and he is unable to control how his eyebrows knit together in annoyance.
he wasnât planning on giving much thought to the presence of a man around you. he knows better than that. but he has never heard about this one, which raises the question of who the fuck is he to freely touch you like that?
âoh- alright! thank you, jun!â
âyou better take care of ____, man. itâs dangerous around here during this time.â
he receives a rather heavy and condescending pat on the shoulder, and so, with his annoyance bubbling worse, he wears a passive aggressive smile on his face.
âyeah, of course i am,â
junâs nostrils flare as he witnesses you sneakily slide your hands underneath jungkookâs hoodie in search of warmth.
âiâm here now, so thereâs no need to worry about my girlfriend anymore.â
he nods, then forces himself to smile. âthatâs good, then.â
âyeah, thanks. weâre leaving.â
âoh, okay. have a nice night!â
âyou too,â
he turns on his heel and returns inside the busy establishmentâ but not before jungkook made sure that he saw the bruises on his knuckles that he got from his boxing sessions.
his jaw clenches as he glares at the door.
is he being petty? sure, to hell with that. he doesnât care. heâs always been one to trust his gut, and he has a bad feeling.
he is met by a love-drunk smile when his undivided attention is at last given to you, in the form of fond eyes and affectionate strokes of your hair.
âwho was that?â
âeh, new bartender,â you shrug with disinterest. âhm, i think heâs 31âŠ? heâs nice but he keeps talking about wrestling.â
he raises an eyebrow at the mention of his age, while your lips form a sad pout.
what the hell? he thought he would be 25 at most.
âthe tv has been in the same channel for the past two weeks because of him. itâs all iâve been seeing! i donât like it-â you whine in distress, quite frankly, a little traumatized.
an endeared smile is coaxed out of him at your adorableness, how your speech is a little slurred and how youâre looking at him like youâre begging him to do something about it.
âmakes me nervous,â
his dominant hand closes into a fist.
if he only he had known. shouldâve fucking punched the guy, give him a taste of what he seems to be a huge fan of.
âletâs watch something calming when we get home, how about that?â
you nod your head, eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut when he leans in for a much awaited kiss. how sweet, he feels a little more alive than before. he can smell it, even taste itâ the peach margarita you started sipping on before the bandâs first set. concocted by jun, he presumes. he pulls away with a small smile, licking his lips for the traces of you that clung to him.
out of the blue, you burst into a fit of giggles, weak knees buckling as your weight crashes on him.
âi missed you!â
âbabe, are you seriously drunk?â he chuckles, holding you with a secure grip around your torso.
âmaaaybe tipsyâŠ? i was pretending not to be.â you stand on your tip-toes to nuzzle your face against his neck, mumbling sheepishly. âonly trust you.â
â
âi shouldâve accepted the umbrella.â you grunt childishly, body going limp on jungkookâs back, except for the arm holding up the umbrella that shields the both of you from the pouring rain.
âyah!â he scolds you, clearly not pleased with the words that just came from your mouth. âwhat does that mean?â
âiâm embarrassed! theyâre probably feeling bad for you.â
the last sentence comes out as a whisper, pertaining to the side glances youâve been attracting from strangers as you make your way to your boyfriendâs car.
unfortunately, he had to park somewhere far because the restobarâs parking lot was already full.
you jokingly complained about staining your white boots with dirt and mud, but you instantly regretted it when he bent down, signalling you to ride on his back without an ounce of hesitation.
âour shoulders always get wet when we share an umbrella,â he said. âif i carry you, wouldnât it be better?â
âembarrassing? some would even say romantic!â
something peculiar happens thenâ when your lips ghost over his left cheek, planting an affectionate kiss there that lasts for seconds. you pull away with a smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you.
âi love you,â you hum, grasping the umbrella upright before it could tip over.
he doesnât know if you did it on purpose or not, kissing him precisely where his scar is, but his heart jumps in his chest when he feels it begin to throb.
as if the wound from his childhood has come alive. as if, once again, he is bleeding as he glares at his older brother, and he still wants to play games on the computer oblivious to the fact that it would leave a permanent scar, a brand new landmark on his body.
you mistake his silence for something else.
you frown, warm breath tickling his neck as you quietly ask. âare you still mad at me?â
he sighs, vision landing on the ground as his walking pace slows down. âno? i was wrong. i shouldnât have questioned your decision in the first place⊠why would i be mad?â
you started playing the drums for your friendâs band two months ago, just as soon as he left for tour. you volunteered after witnessing how distraught they were when their drummer vanished without a trace. he learned that it used to be a hobby of yours from childhood until early teenage years, playing the drums, but it was robbed from you when your father took his instruments with him when he abandoned your home for another.
he was pleasantly surprised when he learned about it, recounted all the times your hands and fingers were drumming on any sort of surface and his head naturally bopped to the beat, but then again, you never brought it up.
isnât ____ so cool? he would proudly say when he flaunts you to his friends, even the protocol team, who have never seen him so happy.
three times a week, from nine in the evening until midnight, your phone was propped up on an empty table infront of the stage, and him, on the other side of the globe, excitedly watched you from backstage while he was getting ready for their own show. some other times, he was in his hotel room, or the private jet. his patience has been tested by crappy wifi, nosy and noisy people, and his earphones that stopped working while you looked insanely attractive grooving to âwhyâd you only call me when youâre high?â as you effortlessly played the drums. he showered you with compliments as you did for him. youâre working hard so he must do the same.
he arrived home from tour the other day, spent the rest of its hours sleeping. yesterday, he waited for you at school and then at work like a lost puppy, slept on your bed (if heâs being honest, the two of you didnât do much sleeping) then woke up at 9am for work.
and he tried his best, he really did, to get out of the company early enough to catch you playing a song or two. after all, it was your last day at the job.
much as you enjoyed reconnecting with an old flameâ loved the overflowing tips that came from those who were amazed by your talent (well, there were also those who were just trying to get into your pants), the moment that the old drummer got down on his knees begging to be taken back by his best friends, just like how you became a part of the band, you voluntarily stepped down.
jungkook didnât agree with this decision. he didnât understand why youâd sacrifice something that makes you happy for a person who fucked up and wasted what they had. you went back and forth over it on the phone until you cried, told him that it wasnât easy for you, and he couldnât hold you in his arms or kiss your face. he could only apologize, and it even felt insincere doing it through a screen.
maybe heâs only relieved that you no longer need to be around a man an entire decade older than he is, who is obviously interested in you and serves you alcohol drinks. no, that doesnât sit right with him. he needs jun, or whatever the fuck his true name is, to stay very far away from his baby.
âiâm just sad that i never got to watch you perform in person.â
you rest your cheek on his shoulder, heavy eyelids slowly blinking as the headlights of a black van blindsides you.
what the fuck. too bright.
âme tooâŠâ
â
âiâm bored,â you release a dramatic sigh, stealing a glimpse of jungkook at the driverâs seat, just to see if you caught his attention like you intended.
his eyes are trained on the dashboard, however, focused on the navigation guide displayed on his phone. he isnât very familiar with this part of the city. it took him more than an hour to arrive at the address you sent him, including the time he spent in the middle of traffic.
âforty-eight minutes, then we can do whatever you want.â
âwhatever i want?â
he slows down the car, briefly turning his head to find you expectantly looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
âof course,â he laughs, taking one hand off the wheel to squish your cheeks together. âjust tell me what it is, baby.â
he doesnât catch the sad look that flashes across your face after you lose his touch.
âthen iâll tell you when i figure out what i want,â you say quietly.
âi thought you already had something in mind?â
ânope,â you answer with yet another sigh.
you choose to stare out the window in silence, body completely slumping into your seat in defeat.
jungkookâs senses are sharp, or he likes to believe so. âare you okay?â
âiâm okay,â
âyou sure?â
âhmm,â you hum curtly, and then you close your eyes, so he decides not to press further despite wanting to.
he meets a red traffic light not long after that. and so, he hurriedly grabs the black fleece blanket in the backseat. he envelopes you in it, crossing the distance between you to softly press his lips onto yours for a goodnight kiss. he feels you respond, albeit lazily, and he smirks cockily when you lift yourself up to chase him for one more, pleaseâ desperately, to get your fill of goodnight kisses from the many nights that you missed it.
the time seems to tick excruciatingly slow now that youâre quiet. a minute is multiplied by a hundred. the steady rhythm of your breathing keeps him sane throughout dark avenues and encounters with reckless drivers of the midnight scene.
he missed you. he missed you so much, and he knows that youâre tired from university, and tutoring high school students in english, and playing the drums for more than two hours⊠but he selfishly wishes that youâre awake right now so he can make up for the two months that you were apart.
be careful of what you wish for, they said.
jungkook should know better by now.
âi canât sleep,â he hears you whisper in a dulcet tone that indirectly tells him youâre in need of some love⊠but he isnât given the chance to act upon that request because youâre already all over what it is that you need.
he swallows thickly, glancing down at your hand that has somehow found its way to his inner thighâ zeroing in on your red nails, can feel them faintly grazing his skin.
youâre so pretty. everywhere.
even when naked and bare.
no, especially. itâs all he can think about.
he can draw you from memory.
â____,â he utters your name through gritted teeth, heart beginning to race a thousand miles per second in his chest.
the effect of your teasing touch is instantaneous, slowly inching closer and closer to where his growing erection is. his eyes remain focused on the road, but he fears that heâll start thinking with his dick soon if you carry on with this act a few seconds longer.
âshit, not now, baby- please- not while iâm driving.â
your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, poorly concealing a self-satisfied smirk, and you pretend not to hear a single word from his plea.
a minx, thatâs what you are, always causing trouble and blurring lines in his eyes.
â____, iâm not joking around. donât make me mad-â
his warning is cut short by-
âfuck⊠fuck,â he curses, filter flying out the window once he feels you tracing the outline of his hard-on, the feather-light touch of your fingers smoothly gliding across the fabric of his sweatpants, and he completely loses it when your soft palm caresses his cock, so gentle that it feels almost innocent.
okay, so he couldnât feel it because you werenât skin-to-skin, but he knows that your hands are soft, can feel his imagination running wilder because he has memorized the way they feel on most parts of his body.
youâre so incredibly nasty and evil for thisâ squeezing him lightly, taking advantage of how sensitive heâs gotten, making him tremble as pleasure shoots up his spine. his breath stutters in his lungs and he unconsciously pushes harder on the gas.
and although it means fighting every fiber of his being that painfully yearns for more, he seizes your wrist in an iron grip, placing your hand over the gearstick while his sits heavy on top of yours.
â____! behave! youâre going to get us killed!â
he watches you jut out your bottom lip through the rearview mirror, eyes hazy with lust staring down at where your hand used to be, and then his handsome face. he is evidently flushed, honey skin dusted with a rosy pink. all the way to the tips of his ears, down to his neck.
while heâs driving? really?
doesnât this only happen in wet dreams?
you are not real.
âthen pull over,â you plead. âplease?â
he releases a shaky breath. youâre always so needy with alcohol in your system, drove him into total insanity while he couldnât be here to give you what you wanted.
âno, you need to learn how to be patient⊠told you we can do whatever you want when we get home, right?â
wrong move.
the silence returns, and just when he thought that you went back to your journey to slumber, the sound of your sniffles fill the car.
jungkookâs heart breaks into a million pieces.
also, he wants to slam his head against the steering wheel.
you make it so fucking hard to resist you; you always get what you want. it becomes much harder when he is the subject of your desire and he loves being loved.
âhavenât i been patient enoughâŠ? i missed you so much.â
âand i missed you too!â he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing them on your skin. âfuck, you have no idea how much⊠please, donât cry.â
âthen pull over,â you stubbornly insist, and he is so close to driving this car into a lamp post. âfuck me at the backseat.â
âcanât,â he mumbles, sounding almost pained, and he is. he wants you so bad, it hurts. âweâre going to have to do it without protection.â
âwhat do you mean?â you exclaim.
you rip your hand away from his, not wasting time in unlocking the glove compartment, and a sound of sheer disappointment escapes from your mouth as you collapse back on your seat.
âjungkook, i hate you!â
âwell right now i hate myself too!â he cries out in frustration. âi didnât have the time to buy more, okay?â
âand thereâs not one in your wallet?â
âbabe, are you serious?!â
âwhat?!â
somehow, his hands still expertly swivels the steering wheel as the car meets a curve.
but he feels dizzy. the ghost of your touch is still there, a promise of carnal pleasure unfulfilled.
âstop the car,â you say out of the blue, rather calmly, and that terrifies the shit out of him.
he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes switching between you and the road in panic. âhuh?â
âi said stop the car, iâm stepping out.â
âbabe, come on,â he moans, ruined and tormented. he reaches for your hand but you scoot further away from him, and he ignores the way his heart drops to his stomach as he kneads your exposed thigh instead. âplease, donât be like this. i just got home.â
âjungkook! if you donât let me get off this car right now, i swear!â
the urgency embedded in your threatening voice leaves your boyfriend with no choice but to pull over to the side of the street as soon as he gets the chance.
he carries on to unbuckle his seatbelt.
âbaby, stop being stu-â
he tries to reach for you, but he is rudely ignored as you hop off the car and slam the door shut on his face.
ââŠbbornâŠâ
he blinks.
he inhales. he exhales.
and then he buries his face in his hands to scream⊠as quietly as possible.
âwhat the fuck was in that margarita?!â
â
jungkook steps out of the car worried sick about you. now wearing a black bucket hat, his head whips in different directions in search for the familiar shape of your body, your hair, your shirt that is his, anything.
his arm rests on top of the car door, the other on the roof, fingers drumming on it anxiously as he chews on his bottom lip.
there are mostly restaurants here, it seems. some are already closed, some are still lights on. not far away, he hears a karaoke place bursting with music and laughter. he looks up and he finds that the night sky remains barren of stars; thereâs no guidance from the heavens that will lead him to you.
except for the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name.
he turns around, and he knows itâs going to sound extremely silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movieâ because youâre jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion. perhaps it is to prevent him from falling on his knees in relief, because he genuinely thought that you already went home on your own like the stubborn brat that you are.
â____, where did you go?! you canât just run off like that! seriously, that was not nice!â
âi forgot my wallet!â you squeal as you halt infront of him, slapping your forehead as a way to scold yourself. âi found a hotteok cart!â
his anger quickly dissipitates. he scans your face, mouth agape in bewilderment.
you, screaming at him to stop the car because there was a sighting of your favorite snack? makes sense.
he dishes out the wallet from his pocket. âwha- i thought you⊠you didnât have money?â
you shake your head to answer his question.
âthen how are you already eating?â
you take another bite from the hot hotteok youâre holding in a paper cup, and then you shrug.
âi was already eating when i realized it,â you point at yourself, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. âso he let me run back here. does it look like this face would steal?â
âyouâre impossible!â he bursts out laughing, the unique sound of his joy harmonizing with the mundane noises of the city.
he is thoroughly amused and in awe of your undeniable charm never failing to work its magic. if you just gave it a shot, you might be even better at him at his job.
youâre pliant as he captures your wrist, tugging you away with him so he can lock the car.
âi bought three, by the way.â you note as the two of you start walking, with you clinging to his side. âthe last three then mister can go home.â
you put the hotteok near his mouth, and he pauses to take a big bite. âhave you even had dinner?â
âjust the four margaritas- they were yummy! or was it five?â
he clicks his tongue in disappointment, but he doesnât get to say anything more about it because youâve reached the hotteok cart, and heâs already handing the vendor the money.
âthank you!â he bows his head politely as he accepts the remaining two you mentioned earlier, handing them over to you.
âno, this is yours.â you speak with tenderness, giving back one of the cups to him. âthen weâll split the third one. itâs really good!â
the vendor secretly watches the interaction with a fond smile as he packs up to finally, finally end his long day working at the busy streets of seoul.
â
youâre sat together on the hood of jungkookâs car as you share a midnight snack. with caring hands, you rip the hotteok apart in perfect halves, offering the other to your lover. he accepts it in between his teeth.
âdo you want drums as your christmas gift?â
âlove,â you search for the words to say as you chew the food in your mouth. âi can barely fit in my apartment. where am i going to put a drum setâŠ? not to mention that i canât even cry without my neighbor hearing it.â
his shoulders drop in dejection, and you rub your boyfriendâs back in an attempt to comfort him.
âyou must really want to see me play, donât you?â
âiâm dying to,â he says in pure jungkook fashion, tone dramatic and thick with an accent that is entirely his. âi canât believe there were regulars who saw you every night, while i, your boyfriend, didnât even see you onceâŠ! even that fucking bartender⊠this- this canât be right! do you think this makes sense? no, right?â
âaw, my baby,â you coo at him, jutting out your bottom lip as you tenderly cup his face.
âi donât trust him, by the way,â he scoffs. âas much as possible, stay away from him when you visit, alrightâŠ? if i see him touching you one more time, i donât know what iâll end up doing to him.â
âi donât like him either,â you giggle. âso thatâs easy.â
he stares at your bloodshot eyes. damn it, you havenât sobered up.
â____, iâm serious. heâs weird. iâm worried about you but i canât always be here to protect you.â
you blink at him innocently. âi am too! serious!â
âyou promise me?â
âi promise!â
he nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gets lost in the sea of his own thoughts. âi should talk to your friends about this, too. is that okay?â
âif that will ease your mind,â you half-smile, heart fluttering in your chest because you feel so cherished.
comfortable silence follows suit.
the hotteok is still soft and warm and sweet. if your love had to be delivered to his doorstep, it would in the form of your favorite food.
he sighs to gain more of your sympathy, basking in the attention heâs receiving from you. he missed this. he missed you. he sounds like a broken record, but itâs true.
âcome ooon, donât be sad! iâll make it up to you! but itâs a surprise!â
âsurprise?â he eyes you with suspicion. âwhat surprise?â
âjust trust me, alright?â
you poke his cheek where his dimples are, and you witness them pop out as he copies your contagious smile.
âcan i make a guess?â
ânope!â
you fit the remaining piece of your hotteok in your mouth, jumping off the hood of the car. you stand before him as you wipe your hands clean with a small paper napkin.
âdonât you dare. if you guess it right then my plans will be ruined!â
â
youâre back on the passenger seat to travel the remaining twenty-seven minutes to your apartment.
jungkook melts into the tenderness of your touch as he drives. youâre tracing the toned muscles of his arms; stroking his hair, his face, and the smell of the sticky brown sugar from the hotteok still lingers on your skin.
âwhen are you going to start getting tattoos?â you wonder out loud as he intertwines your fingers together on top of his thigh. âi think youâd look so pretty.â
âiâm planning on it.â
his heart skips a beat at the thought of you remembering that he wants his skin artfully inked as you absentmindedly distracted yourself with it.
he licks his lips, smiling as he looks over at you. âyou really think so? pretty?â
âhm, hot, too,â you stick your tongue out playfully, and he snorts out a laugh. âbut as long as youâre happy, then nothing else matters.â
âof course- wait, yah! you still need to eat dinner.â he reminds you once he recognizes the path youâre taking.
a grocery store is not more than a kilometer away, if his memory serves him right.
âwhat do you want? i donât mind cooking.â
âfor you to fuck me, thatâs what i want. you wonât mind that, too?â
oh my fucking god.
he wishes you were passed out drunk instead so he wouldnât have to suffer this battle between self-control and his insatiable appetite for you.
âbaby, arenât you still sore from this morning?â
âa little,â he notices you squeezing your thighs together from his peripheral, and along with it, the bruises on your knees from when you worshipped his body last night. âbut i want you.â
your giggles in reaction to him frustratedly running his fingers through his hair seems to only fuel the dirty thoughts in his head. he uncomfortably shifts in his seat to adjust himself.
âcan you just bring it up when we get near your house? youâre killing me over here!â
âbut why? iâm having fun.â you bring your tangled hands over to your side, peppering the back of his hand with innocent kisses. âi love you. youâre so cute.â
âare you⊠are you seriously calling me cute after what you just asked me to fuck you?â
his disbelief is challenged by your amusement.
âwhy not? being one dimensional? boring. being different things all at once? sexy.â
jungkook doesnât need to see you play the drums to know that you are the only one capable of making his heart beat like this. to feel it pounding, it turns out thereâs another way besides performing, he can just be alone with you. a different type of addictive exhilaration. he isnât at the top of the world; he free falls as it revolves around you.
you always know the right words to say, because right now, he is preening. heâs wearing a big smile, the kind that looks like heâs laughing, but heâs notâ almost. the kind that reaches his eyes, shapes them into little crescent moons.
how did he get so lucky?
rehearsals in the morning be damned, he will be fucking you good all night.
you make a noise of confusion when the car swerves into the trees at the side of the road.
âwhat are we doing here?â
jungkook only spares you a glance. âget in the backseat, baby.â
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waking miguel in the middle the night pleading him to fuck you to sleep (insomnia sucks) with the most innocent look on your face đ„șđđ»đđ»
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âMierda,â Miguel tsks out as your pussy sucks him in easier with each of his thrusts.
You instinctively lean up into him as he leans down, he lightly bites downâhis fangs resting on your pulse point.
âFuck,â you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your chest.
âFuck, Miguelâfuck. Youâre so good, so good,âyou babble. Your entire back lifts from the bed as your back arches, âMmmâright there babyâyes, right there!â
Miguel heavily thrusts in and out, in and out, in and outâas his tongue trails down the valley of your breasts, turning his head every few seconds to lick the sides of it.
Miguel sucks on your right breast as your moans got louder, more intense. His thrusts slow down a little, making it a thorough grind as he sucks harder.
He closes his eyes as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist and tighten the grasp around his neck.
You jerk your head down, watching his hand as it hugs your body trailing down toâ
âMiguel,â you breathe out, âFuck, thatâs not fairâŠâ
He takes his mouth off the side of your breast, pressing a kiss on your nipple as he brings his face to your pleasure contorted one as his fingers worked their way in your pussy.
âNot fair, huh?â He cups your jaw in his somewhat cleaner hand, making sure you couldnât look away, âBut itâll help you sleep.â
âPlease, Miguel? Just this once,â he recalls you begging with those sweet, wide eyes, and your mouth hanging open.
Of course he couldnât say no to you, not with the way your pussy smelled oh so sweet. Now, your eyes watered as he put all his attention on youâall so you could fall asleep.
You whimper and nod the best you can with his hand cupping your jawâyour hips buck up as the bed starts to creak, âYeâyeah. Thank youâ!â
Youâre cut off by a moan as his pinches your clit.
âNot yet,â he winces as he looks away from your eyes, your wet cunt weakening him, âAfter this, you can thank me.â
He rubs your pussy the best he can with his cock in the way, moving his hand from your jaw to your nose, âYou always sound so pretty, cariño. Can you be a little louder? You sound a little muffled.â
He doesnât care what your answer will be, with all the moaning and whining youâre doing you probably couldnât even give him one.
Your eyes nearly fluttered shut and your mouth widened at the lost of one of your senses, you couldnât breathe. Not through your noseâa moan rips out your throat as your mouth hangs open.
âThatâs it,â Miguel hums, his mouth going back to your breasts. He looks up, watching your expressions as he twirls his tongue around your nipple, his fingers leaving your loose pussy.
You choke on your moans as his finger prods your ass, his wet fingers making you buck your hips into his thrusts.
Your mouth opens and closes as you try to form words but all that comes out are loud moans as Miguel mutters praises against your breast. Your eyes shut as you focus in on the feeling of his dick veins rubbing against the insides of your pussyâeach vein suddenly very apparent to your senses.
An embarrassingly loud moan once again leaves your throat as he slows down his fingers in your assâyour pussy getting overwhelmed with how frequent his dick veins rubbed against your sensitive walls.
Miguel narrows his eyes, you were closeâbut was this enough?
Your moans get louder with each thrust, the feeling of his warm breath and his fingers making you thrash your head around, âMiâguel,â you whimper out in short breaths.
He slowly separates from your breast, not forgetting to kiss the top of each as a thin layer of drool coats his chin, âI know, cariño.â He watches your body twitch under him, your pretty mouth opened so prettily. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss on your cheekâhopefully this would be enough, âCome for me.â
Air enters through your nose as your other senses leave youâa euphoric feeling taking over. Your eyes feel heavy as you quietly whimper at the sudden emptiness in your pussy.
It pained Miguel to pull out, but he wouldâve lost his mind if he didnât. The night wouldnât have ended.
He watches as your chest moves up and down with each breath you take, your eyes never opening. The lust in his body slowly turns into simple love as your once pleasure contorted expression turned into a peaceful, beautiful, resting one.
Only you, and your pussy, could manage to make the rough, cold, Spider-Man a lovesick fool.
Miguel moves closer to your body, leaning down to press a long, still soft, kiss on your forehead, âSleep well, cariño.â
wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.
literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck
his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)
he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it
will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs
the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.
he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it
percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao
back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone
has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on
weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like
shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao
bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born đ„ș
can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao
gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.
movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(
percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake
he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it
has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks
grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic
has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.
he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao
he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence
called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week
the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured
has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him
he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.
he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class
currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!