#i am shameless i want him to rail me

[lovely-lars-ulrich]

i’m. shaking

he is welcome in my pants at anytime

[remotewatch]

no class, some integrity!

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 1.3k wc

Summary: All Jack wants is a round of golf, what a bore!

cw: shameless smut, fingering, outdoor recreation, sorry to the landscapers, and the ducks, unprotected sex, cum eating, if you want to safely reenact this get your ass up and VOTE, reader is on birth control but what’s a little plan b nausea for peace of mind, try to guess how serious I am about that, hate sex kinda sorta, this is a comedy

this one is for my oomf in editing! see you at the greek island queen out!

minors dni! get out! fuck off! shoo!

“Jack, fuck! Slow down!” Not because it hurts, but because he’s pounding you so hard he’s pushing you downhill, and any attempts you make to ground yourself against the grass just tear up the fresh sod in chunks. He’s bent and pressed flat against your back, panting whiny little “sorry-so sorry-I can’t, sorry-god”s into your ear as his hips piston uncontrollably.

You should’ve known better than to be all over him when you hadn’t seen each other in weeks; really, you should’ve expected this back when you selected your outfit.

-45 minutes earlier-

“Is that a skort?” You give him a half-glance over your shoulder from in front of the foyer mirror.

“No?” Jack leans back to peer under your hem in a way that only he can do without looking sleazy.

“You’re going to golf in a regular skirt?” God, he’s so simple, but you refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t pack anything else to go with this top. Does your course have a new dress code I’m not aware of?” With a practiced flick of your ponytail, you trot outside to the waiting golf cart before he can ask any more stupid questions.

As if Mother Nature herself means to mock you, the wind picks up as soon as he starts the engine. You spend the first few holes failing to hold your skirt down as Jack effortlessly outscores you, clearly not distracted enough to be beaten. If anything, the fluttering fabric is messing up your game as he watches from the drivers seat.

“If only someone would invent some sort of contraption with built in shorts, then you’d really be set.”

“Oh, fuck off!” he makes you miss your swing, sending the ball careening off to your left into a ditch. When you settle back into the cart, he’s wearing that mischievous little grin you hate to love.

“No, no, I’m serious. You should design one, bet it’d be a hit,” Alright, that’s enough of that. You swing your left thigh over his right, letting your skirt ride up enough to show off your underwear.

“Yeah, you’re always trying to get me to wear more clothes,” Jack suddenly appears very interested in the nearby duck pond despite the unmistakable tent in his chinos.

“We’re only on hole three, you know.”

“Ooh, the magic number!” He turns and squints into the sun, confirming you’re still very much in view of a security checkpoint, but you’re quick to stamp out his concerns.

“You’re seriously going to waste the one time we get the place to ourselves?” Another scoot and you’re practically sitting in his lap. “Or are you just worried about grass stains?”

“You’re ridiculous,” he mumbles, but he’s steering the cart out of sight nonetheless.

The second there’s a cluster of trees between you and the checkpoint, Jack is yanking your panties off hard enough to threaten rug burn. He’s grumbling all the way down to kneeling on the grass, like you’re asking him to repaint the whole property instead of rail you.

“You better spray all over these fucking seats if you want to act like this. I actually wanted to play today.” The leather squeaks as you slide fully onto his seat and place your feet on his shoulders. Your sneaker playfully nudges his cheekbone.

“That really depends more on you, you know.”

There’s a nearly imperceptible tic in Jack’s jaw, confirming you’ve pushed the right button.

For better or for worse, his hands simply don’t get tired. One presses on your pubic bone, pulling the skin just taught enough that every perfectly metronomic stroke on your clit sings through you uninhibited. He’s two knuckles deep and humming along to his own rhythm like an asshole, and maybe you’d say so if he wasn’t yanking your thoughts out with every hook of his fingers. Under any other circumstances, you might feel some type of way about the obscene squelching being the loudest sound on the course, but Jack has been gone for two weeks, and nothing in your toy box matches his fingers. He could make you sound like a foghorn without inspiring a lick of shame.

True to your word, the chair is utterly soaked, and Jack delights in the little bit that his fingers force out of you on each reentry. His tongue is snaking under you trying to clean every drop as it works its way up to your clit, but you more or less kick him to the ground before he can settle in.

“You still want to finish the game, right? We’ll be here all day if you keep playing with your food.” Jack tilts his head to one side like he’ll try and bicker back, but he elects to lunge for your waistband and drag you down with him instead. It would look fucking ridiculous if you were visible to anyone but the wildlife: both of you rolling around trying not to gain momentum and tumble downhill, kneeing each other and ripping up your cute little outfits like kids fighting for the remote. When you let your guard slip enough to fish his cock out of his pants, he takes the opportunity to pin you facedown to the turf and flood your nose with the smell of cut grass. You throw a weak elbow trying to flip him back over, but you’re no match for his years of paddle-boarding. A muttered “-can’t fuckin’ stand you-“ finds its way to your ear, and then he’s in and immediately slamming stars into your vision as your knees divot the green.

Jack always talks your ear off when you derail plans like this, complaining to the time of his thrusts in a way that nearly sounds convincing.

“We’ve never-completed-a whole-game! Never!” The breathiness of it deflates any sense of conviction from his words. Somehow you manage to crawl forward enough to get back onto your elbows, and it takes everything in you to keep your voice steady as you turn back to scowl at him.

“Get up and keep playing if you’re so upset.”

There’s that jaw twinge again. Before you can think to regret your words, he’s twisting one hand into your ponytail and pulling hard enough to make your grip slip.

He nearly knocks the breath out of you when he follows your collapse down to the ground, loose bits of grass sticking to both of your faces as he drools down your cheek. The new angle slots him even deeper, and the ducks resting by the pond’s edge actually fucking take off when they hear the moan he punches out of you. Despite it all, Jack is still a gentleman, one hand worming its way underneath you to paw frantically, sloppily at your clit. You’re driving him insane in the process of grinding down on his fingertips and bouncing off his pelvis in the little wiggle room you have, and soon he’s squeaking out little half syllables as his composure unravels. Any attempts at telling him to cum on your back are thwarted by your orgasm crashing through you and dragging his along with it. The way you’re twitching under him would be humiliating if he wasn’t matching you spasm for spasm. When he moves to scoot back, you grab a fistful of his ruined shirt and dig your nails into his oblique striations.

“Don’t even think about it. Clean that shit up, and then you’re driving us to CVS.” Jack snorts in annoyance, but he carefully pulls out to bend down and tuck in to his meal. The vibrations of him slurping his own cum out of you are almost overwhelming, but he switches to lapping you clean before you have to tap out. One last lip smack around your clit, and he’s leaning back on his heels to catch his breath. By now, the sun is just low enough to start stretching your shadows, and he looks nothing like the menace who just destroyed your outfit when he lies down facing you to pout about finishing up the game. You don’t bother to hide a giggle when you see how green his trousers are.

“That’s up to you. Do you feel more like changing or avoiding a speeding ticket?”

[somanyratsinthewalls]

I am begging for cinnamon and maple please?!?!!!?! I need this to breathe 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Okay as long as you're breathing!!!! Always glad to save a life ;) I had so much fun with this one hehe.

Pairing: Ace x afab!Reader

WC: 1350

Prompt: “They’re right outside that door, baby, you don’t want them to hear you like this, right?”

— —

“Haha! Come on Sanji, more food! It’s a party!” Luffy bellowed out across the deck over the music that was playing. It was late in the evening but the Straw Hat crew had thrown a celebration in honor of an unexpected visit from the young captain’s brother. 

“Haven’t you had enough, you glutton?! If you don’t slow down we won’t survive to reach the next island!” Sanji had fire in his eyes as he snaps at his carefree captain. 

The whole crew was enjoying the festivities tonight. Zoro was drinking himself into a stupor leaning against the railing of the ship and Usopp was regaling Chopper with some made up story as the reindeer enjoyed a strawberry popsicle and listened intently. Luffy and his handsome older brother, Ace, were polishing off the food and pleading with Sanji for more. Sanji however was trying to peel himself away to enjoy the view of the dance floor. You, Nami, and Robin were  happily dancing together after having several drinks. 

It was a jaunty pirate tune playing as you vaguely heard your captain and his brother give up their efforts to gain more food. You were busy enjoying the evening and the alcohol flowing through your system by dancing with your friends on the deck. You were hardly paying attention to your surroundings when you suddenly felt a warm body next to yours grabbing your waist and hand. You shriek.

“Ace!”

“Excuse me, ladies! Hope you don’t mind if I steal this one for a bit!” Ace laughed as he lifted you into the air and twirled you around. Nami and Robin scoffed sarcastically and continued to dance. Ace guides your movements and dances you around the deck of the ship. His hand intertwined with yours felt hot, and the one wrapped around your opposite waist, felt even hotter. 

“Enjoying yourself, pretty lady?” Ace asks as he spins you around to the music. 

“You’re such a shameless flirt, Fire-Fist.” You roll your eyes at the freckled man.

“Oh I am, am I? I wasn’t the one who kissed me last time I came to visit my little brother’s crew, right?” Ace smiled wildly as he recalled what happened between the two of you during his last visit. You can’t help but blush with embarrassment. 

“I might have been drunk…” You make an excuse as Ace continues to whirl you around the deck. 

“Drunk actions speak sober hearts… isn’t that what they say, y/n?” Ace moves the hand that was around your waist to cup your ass, giving you a cheeky grin in the process. 

“OYE ACE, PUT HER DOWN! You’re gonna break her, it’s not easy finding a new crew member!” Luffy calls from across the deck, oblivious to the flirting going on between his brother and crew mate. 

“Luffy you literally ask everyone every time we-“ Sanji begins to argue with his captain again. 

“Relax, she’ll be just fine!” Ace shouts as he twirls you around one more time before dipping you low and whispers in your ear. “What do you say we slip off to somewhere more private?”  

The low timbre of Ace’s voice sends electricity straight down your body. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” You smirk and swiftly and quietly pull Ace around the corner and into a broom closet. You made use of the opportunity as you saw Luffy pull dessert off a tray Sanji had been bringing to Nami and Robin. Conveniently, this left more than a few moments for you to go missing without anyone noticing. 

Ace presses his mouth into yours the minute the closet door slams shut behind you both. He moans as you stick your tongue past his lips. You pull his hat back and push his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders as you kiss him. You lean back and break the kiss. 

“We have to be quick if we don’t want them to notice we’re gone…” You make work of Ace’s belt and shorts. 

“You’re the one who cares about that, not me.” Ace laughs as you pull his clothes off. He couldn’t care less if your crew mates and his brother knew that you two were a thing. You were the one who wanted to keep it hush-hush. You thought it would change your captain’s view of you. 

“Ace just fuck me.” You grunt. You weren’t in the mood to have that conversation, you just wanted to feel him inside of you. You rip your dress over your head as Ace leans forward and pulls down your panties. After you step out of your panties, Ace raises his head and captures your nipple in his teeth and growls. 

“Ace…” You mewl out. 

“Fine baby, I’ll give you what you want.” Ace stands to his full height and hikes one of your knees over his elbow, exposing your dripping sex to him. He uses his free hand to grab his cock and slides his throbbing tip across your clit several times, teasing you. He eventually guides his dick to your entrance and pushes himself inside painfully slow. He lets out a long sigh and you let out a low groan when you feel him bottom out inside you. He begins to thrust slowly. 

“Sweet girl… so wet…” Ace watches mesmerized at where his cock slides in and out of your leaking pussy. “Look at that…” He brings his thumb to glide easily across your clit, back and forth, accumulating so much extra wetness from what was leaking out of your hole around Ace’s member. 

“Shit!” You gasp out as you feel yourself getting brought closer to the edge of climax. You feel the hand that was behind your body grip the back of your neck firmly. He pulls you back and speeds up his thrusts. 

“They’re right outside that door, baby, you don’t want them to hear you like this, right?” Ace grunts from above you. You shook your head. You bit your lip as hard as you could, you wanted to cry out so badly but couldn’t risk getting caught. Ace’s hands on you were so warm and his cock inside you felt molten hot in the best way possible. You were about to hit that delicious peak. 

“Just cum baby, I can feel it, come on bite my hand.” Ace eggs you on and brings his fingers to your mouth. You suck them in and bite down as your orgasm hits you the hardest it ever has. You huff out around Ace’s digits as you try to calm your spasming body while he continued to pound into you. 

“Good girl! Gonna give you my cum now, sweetheart. Want you to feel me for days… Shit! Take it, baby…” 

Ace spills himself deeply inside you as he bends down to kiss your shoulder. His lips were trembling from his powerful climax. Once recovered, Ace pulled your panties up, pulling your dress over your head before dressing himself. 

You reached for the doorknob when Ace grabbed you by your face before you could turn the knob. 

“Hey…” he whispers. He leans in and gently kisses your lips. Without words, he had said so much. You weren’t ready for that tonight, you had to get back before your crew members realized you were gone. You pulled back and smiled, then exited the closet to return to the party. 

You sheepishly return to the deck of the ship, trying to slip smoothly back into your place dancing with Nami and Robin. 

“HEY! Y/n! Now that you’re done banging my brother, could you ask Sanji to make us more food?” Luffy smiles and calls out at you from across the deck. 

Your eyes went wide. You were speechless. 

“You didn’t think we all knew about that? Get real.” Nami laughed at you as she continued to dance. 

You were flabbergasted. You felt a very warm body sneak up behind you again and snake its arm around your waist. 

“So does that mean you’ll let me stay a few more days?” Ace chuckles into your neck. 

xx Mo 

[holybibly]

OK ok so I couldn't resist with hard hours and imagining Mingi, cause I'm such a Mingi gal, and how that man is so big and pretty and so totally would manhandle you while giving you dirty praises. Like that big hand of his, covered in rings, palming the back of your head as he guides your mouth on his cock. Or if you were sitting all pretty on his lap and he'd bounce his leg to tease you and watch you squirm and squeal. I'm a bit of a curvier girl but like he's so big and he could toss me around or his whole hand could cover my ass or hips while he's just railing you. I also love the concept of him sliding his ring or necklace on you after he fucks you dumb and gives you kisses before going on stage or back to working in the studio. I simply wanna be the princess' princess (also mingi and him using pet names?? 🥵 anyways adore your work so much!!

Hello, my little bunnies! This is how we will carry on.

If you somehow missed my answer, you can now find all the answers using the tag #ateez unholy hours

Oh, thank you so much dear, I am going to please you all more and more. I will absolutely spoil my favourite bunnies, you are all so sweet and so patient with me. I love you all 💖💖💖

First of all, I think Mingi is definitely the kind of guy who likes girls with shapes, it's more of an opportunity for him to stretch you, squeeze you, bite you and fuck you in the most delicious way.

10 out of 10 times he fucked your boobs. The sight of it was too tempting to pass up the idea. His hands were roughly squeezing your tits, luxurious silver rings crashing into your soft flesh as his thick cock slid so deliciously between your tits. It would all be a terrible mess, but he likes to make a mess.

He would ask you to stick out your tongue so that with every movement of his gorgeous fleshy thighs, the head of his dick comes in contact with your silky appendage. The sensation of this might just bring him to an immediate climax.

He loves to cum in your pussy, but even more, he loves to cum on your face. Something about the way your whole flushed face glistens with his cum drives him crazy and makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He would ask you to sit on his face so he could have a taste of your little cunt. And when I say sit on it, I mean that Mingi would want you to smother him with your thighs while his hot, greedy mouth sucked and licked you like he was going to die if he didn't. He is also a messy eater. The kind of person who would definitely have his tongue inside you for a taste of how wet you are from the inside out.

Two words: deep throat. He loves to fuck your mouth just like that—deep and slow—while you moan and groan around his cock, stimulating his cock even more with those vibrating sounds.

"Good girl," Mingi says. He sees you blinking at him through your teary eyelashes as he pulls you further down his huge cock by your hair. You take it obediently, every slippery inch of it. Until his whole cock is in your mouth. Thick and long, bulging deliciously in your throat.

Mingi loves to have long and passionate sex, to stretch out the pleasure, and to drive his dick into you with slow but powerful thrusts. But when he's in one of his moods, he won't hesitate to fuck you to the last inch of your life, as if you were nothing more than a hole he could fill and fuck until he was satisfied. Until your legs start to shake and his name will be your only coherent thought.

He calls you his doll, his sweetheart, and his baby (because you are so small in comparison to him, of course).

I also think Mingi wouldn't mind trying rimming. Especially if he's too tired and wants to relax on the fluffy pillows of your bed while you lick him between his legs.

He is a whiner and a begger; he is completely shameless in his desires. 

[my-random-mdzs-thoughts]

Okay, let me scream why I love the Wanxian couple so much.

What people think of them as individuals, is the actual person of the other.

Let me explain!

What people think of Lan Wangji: Hanguang-jun is such a logical person and has his emotions so under control! He is abstinent and he is so patient with people! etc.

What people think of Wei Wuxian: He is so blunt and so shameless! He does what he wants and has such a dirty mind! He is so impulsive! He makes so many jokes! etc.

Meanwhile Lan Wangji: multiple horny thoughts about Wei Wuxian. "Everyday means everyday." Will straight up not talk to someone he doesn't like. Will not even touch them or be near them. But will latch himself onto Wei Wuxian like a puzzle piece. Is genuinely funny and a thicker face than Wei Wuxian. Embarrasing his husband over and over again. Cannot to save his life, not help someone that needs it. Most of his actions being motivated by his emotions. (not to mention his first dream literally being about him acting out his wish to rail young Wei Wuxian into the floor.)

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian: being a logical think person. The only times where he has horny thoughts has is when he is together with Lan Wangji and has learned from his husbands horny thoughts. Sure he reads porn books but he only seems to do that with the other boys around from what I can tell through the story at least...he only flirts with girls to get either informations or to make sure he has food in the city, for the possibility of being in a problem. (not to mention the small amount of money he always kept in his ropes but that is for another rant..T.T) he literally just wants to re-create the happy family like the only memory he has of his parent's. Wei Wuxian is also pretty good in politics and still somehow talk to people he doesn't like just yaknow..not long. (he made himself a cottage core lifestyle with Lan Wangji in his dreams and not even just in his dreams he even thinks of it before they confess to eachother! Someone said that they see Wei Wuxian as demisexual and I am since then also a believer of it.)

And just because I can, thinks they share:

Their morality (no duh), their skilled hands and detection in teaching the young desciples. Their parental instincts immediately activating around said young desciples. Shared humor (try to convince me otherwise. I'll wait.) compatible kinks. Their love for eachother in romantic as much (if not a little more) in sexual. Their none verbal communication. Their genius minds! Their respect for eachother in pretty much everything. How pretty and handsome they are. The care they have for eachother.

Anyway welcome to my Tedtalk...

[lurkingshan]

SHIPPER TAG GAME

Tagged by @negrowhat to give away all my fandom secrets. I came up in the US, so most of these will be Western shows. Also be aware that I'm old and been around in fandoms for decades, some of you youths might not even recognize these ships.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Felicity and Noel. I was very into them (and very anti-Ben) when I was first watching this show at the tender age of 14, but then I rewatched it as an adult, realized Noel was a classic Nice Guy with some clear warning flags, and settled into Team Ben.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Hmm maybe Elizabeth Wakefield and Todd Wilkins? I think I started reading Sweet Valley High at, like, age 8. For TV, I was a sitcom kid and I was obsessed with Dwayne Wayne and his flip-up glasses as a child. I loved him and Whitley. Damn now I want to rewatch.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

The first I read? I am pretty sure the honor goes to Buffy and Spike.

They were the first ship I remember having that classic fanfic brainrot combo of 1) captivating me entirely with their dynamic and 2) canon leaving me unsatisfied. I lost months of my life over at Elysian Fields.

In terms of the first fanfic I wrote, the honor goes to Ian and Mickey.

I was big into Shameless for its first four seasons. But then the show went way off the rails, the fandom went with it, and I quit watching and scrubbed all my fandom activity off the internet.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

I honestly have no idea. Probably something Buffy, I was doing a lot of internet dwelling for that show.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Getting into discourse is my whole entire thing LOL. I have survived many, many ship wars and let me tell ya you haven't seen unhinged until you've been knee deep in the tags in a long-term fandom with multiple ships for the protagonist. One of the things I love about BL and nearly all Asian dramas is that we go into every show knowing who the main pairing is, so we don't have to fight about ships.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Hmm I was a big Buffy/Angel anti and that was before Spuffy was even a twinkle in my eye. I never liked that man in a romance until he got hooked up with Cordelia in his own show (but then they ruined it ugh). I was also very anti-Harry/Hermione back in the OG HP days (let characters have meaningful platonic relationships!).

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

I've been on a Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian kick of late.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

OTPs are eternal! Like I said above, since I mostly watch Asian drama now, they're baked in. My fav of my current watches is Ten and Prem.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

YES I AM STILL MAD ABOUT ROBIN AND BARNEY.

You show me two characters who are clearly uniquely compatible, you give me a brief taste of their extremely fun and non-traditional relationship, and then you break them up and stick her with the milquetoast Nice Guy protagonist in a total betrayal of your entire narrative premise? Fuck off forever, HIMYM, I will see you in hell.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Hmm nothing comes to mind. If I decided to hate a pair in the past I am pretty likely to still be hating.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I would like to see you try to cancel me!! I'll echo Eboni here and say Brian and Justin, though of course there were people who hated them because of the age gap back in ye olden times, too. Fandom spaces are mostly women and women in queer fandom spaces often struggle to account for the totally different culture and power dynamics between m/m pairings.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

I don't really do crack ships, I am a canon pairing girlie.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

I don't know who the ultimate winner is, but I think it's probably a neck and neck competition between Spuffy and Wangxian as my most read pairing.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

There's actually a lot of variety in them in terms of personalities, appearance, and tropes. I think what makes me really click into a ship is the feeling that the two people are uniquely suited to each other and well matched to go through life together.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

When I don't believe they can actually make it.

Tagging @my-rose-tinted-glasses @twig-tea @imminentinertia @shortpplfedup @stuffnonsenseandotherthings @littleragondin.

[awritersstuff]

So finally daruma won and as I told you it will just be hyuga

Daruma ikka relationship headcanon

Might contain nsfw 👀

Hyuga norihisi-

- 1 thing I am conform about this dude is that he is shameless (and crazy )

- but he has a one of kind craziness for you ( craziness in love) .

- honestly I have soo much to write about this man 😫.

- Is literally obsessed with you and is very possessive.

- but he won't show that in public since he doesn't want anyone to know his weakness.

- but that doesn't stop him from admiring you if you are anywhere he can see.

- I think like he loves teasing you about every little thing 😏

- will call you 'troublesome women' or just ' women ' . Darling if he wants to tease you .

- in arguments he will just piss you off more and when you storm out of the room he will whisper to himself " fire just as I like " .

- but just tell him that you will be sleeping in another room he will do anything to get you back in his room like anything, even apologize.

- BUT if he gets serious, the atmosphere will be so intimidating that you might regret getting him angry. ( latter might end into angry sex)

- 1st of all because he wants to protect you and 2nd he just NEED to get your cuddles .

- as we know hyuga loves sleeping (us bro us ) so cuddles with him all day long ? OH YEAH.

- as I mentioned he is very possessive so just imagine you got kidnapped by doubt 😵.

- honestly he will be scared as hell like his people saw him that scared .

- will ask you which fucker touched you with his dirty hand and will burn there hands with with hot metal rod . ( please he is so crazy and we are crazy after him 😜)

Nsfw 🔞

-is probably the biggest is h&l leaders . ( of you know you know 😏)

- A hard dom ( gonna support this agenda all my life )

- as I told you he is shameless so here are some of his SHAMELESS things he do -

- random ass spanking.

- hands constantly inside your shirt - touching your stomach, squeezing you boobs .

- not scared to get caught might rail you anywhere. ( only if you agree ofcource )

- the type to say the most sinful things in your ear then act nothing happening all that in a random gathering. Ex - points at a table randomly and gets close to your ear "I just want flip you over that table and fuck you until you walk" just casually.

- more likely on the bitting side rather then marking specially on your ass or thighs ( he is a ass man but has a thing for thighs)

- will probably go about 3-4 rounds and maybe 3 times a week but ready anytime. ( sex life with him will be amazing)

- kinks - degradation , creampie, size , edging ( sometimes)

- listen I have a scenario- you and hyuga like always were arguing. No not arguing just you complaining about how he never takes anything seriously and him just sitting and grining at you and you looked at him and as annoyed you were you said " stop hyuga " and his reply was something only he would say " but last night you were saying otherwise darling, you were literary begging me to not stop " and suddenly he felt a pillow hitting his face .

- he would just prefer a hot spring bath and then just you cuddling each other

Thank you for reading , I hope you like it 😊 .

I think next will probably be chosen by comment's (+tsukasa I just need to write for this guy)

[ikemen-fanboy]

Okok. Please help out this confused old man with gender and identity uses in fictions.

I am mostly in obey me/ twst/ enstar/ genshin, so my question comes from this 4 fandoms fictions.(and from my friend.)

1.

No AFAB LANGUAGE USED.

What is that mean?

What I have in mind is, there is no she/her pronounces, including body parts of a female like breasts and v part (gay man, shy to say the v word. *Embarrassed emoji*/jk) and if in AO3, not including tags or words like v intercourse, v fingering, blah blah.

Am I wrong? Or Does the above red text only mean the author don't use she/her pronounce but okay to includes all the others I have written above.

2.

This question is not from me, but from a transman friend of mine.

"Why transman MC works always include use of female body parts during intercourse scenes? "

He said he was so uncomfortable with that. The authors did use he/him pronounce but during intercourse, it's p***y, s**t and those words that respresent female reproductive organ. And he saw that most transman seem fine with them. As someone who hate the thing inside his leg, he can't stand this kind of fictions at all. (No money to get surgery). He prefer reading MC with male genitals works. He really wants to know how other trans seem fine with those female body part uses in fictions.

(this post is not to trigger or offend anyone especially gender neutral, male, trans writers. Just Genuine curiousity.)

(Of course, I despise and disgust those authors who labelled 'gender neutral term' / 'male' yet used female pronounces inside just so that they can get more attention. Shameless 🤪)

And last thing. YA ALL STAR RAIL NEED MALE READERS LA. I WANT TO HAVE SWORD FIGHT WITH BLADE.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞Just Wanna Taste It (Chanlix): 🔞

Synopsis: Felix’s boyfriend is a serial cheater. Clearly the best revenge is to fuck his dad

WC: 2k

Tags: DILF Bang Chan, University Student Lee Felix, Top Bang Chan, Bottom Lee Felix, Anal Sex, Degradation Kink, Spanking, Multiple Orgasms, Revenge Sex, Unprotected Sex, Age Difference, Shameless Smut, PWP, Minors DNI

A/N: This is a repost from AO3. Let’s see what happens. Bonus content can be found here

Felix was fucking pissed. He was determined to confront Taemin. He’d caught him with his hand down a guy’s pants at a club when he said he had to stay home and study. This was after he caught him half naked making out with another guy. Felix mashed the doorbell and heard it constantly dinging on the other side of the door.

“Felix?” Taemin’s father Chris opened the door. Felix stopped dead. The older man had obviously just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a tee that was definitely too small and gray sweatpants that left little to the imagination.

“Hi Mr Bang. Is Taemin here?” he asked.

“He’s not, but he’s supposed to be back soon. Would you like to come in and wait?” Chris asked.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Felix replied, trying desperately not to stare at Chris’s crotch.

“Not a bother at all,” Chris let him in. “What has my son done this time?”

“Excuse me?” Felix asked.

“I know he’s not the most faithful partner. Unless you were leaning on the doorbell for fun?” Chris answered.

“I saw him feeling up another guy last night when he said he was here studying,” Felix told him.

“Sounds about right. It’s a shame really. He’s trashed all of his relationships. I really like you so I’ll be sad to see you go,” Chris sighed.

“Me?” Felix wasn’t sure he’d heard Chris correctly.

“I assume you’re here to break up with him. Am I wrong?” he asked.

“No, you’re right,” the younger boy replied. Chris had led them over to the couch and somehow steered Felix to sitting. Chris sat next to him. “I was planning to dump him.”

“You’ve been my favorite of Taemin’s boyfriends. I’m always happy to see you,” Chris said. Felix had always found Chris attractive even though he was almost 50. He let out a whine.

“What was that noise?” Chris laughed.

“I like you too. In a totally not sexual not want you to rail me into next week sort of way,” Felix replied far too quickly.

“In a not sexual way, eh?” Chris smirked. Felix felt his whole body blushing.

“No, I mean yes. I mean, goddammit,” he knew he was only digging himself deeper.

“You can be honest, Felix. It’s just the two of us here,” Chris told him.

“I want you to fuck me and it has nothing to do with the fact Taemin cheated on me,” Felix said.

“Even if you wanted me to fuck you because he cheated on you, I wouldn’t say no,” Chris replied. Felix felt all the blood in his body immediately rush to his dick.

“You wouldn’t?” he asked.

“Don’t think I don’t notice when you walk around the house in a tank top and shorts,” the older man told him.

“Fuck,” Felix breathed.

“Tell me what you want,” Chris had moved closer to Felix and their knees were touching now.

“I want you to raw me and make me walk around with your come dripping out of me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I have trouble walking. I think about you when I’m jerking off, not Taemin,” it felt good to finally say it out loud - even the part where Chris was the object of his fantasies.

“How do you get yourself off? I’m curious what you’re doing when you’re thinking of me,” Chris moved closer and put his hand on Felix’s thigh, dangerously close to his cock.

“I have a dildo. My friend got it for me as a joke, but I found out that a dildo that shouldn’t fit in my ass gets me off the best. Sometimes I’ll do it in the living room just for the rush of my roommate coming home early. That’s what I do,” Felix admitted.

“A size queen and an exhibitionist. Who knew?” Chris grinned. “Do you think I can satisfy you?”

“I’m just taking a guess, but you look like you could,” Felix glanced down at the bulge in Chris’s sweats.

“Would you like me to bend you over the couch? Taemin could walk in anytime. Wouldn’t it be a nasty surprise to see his father fucking his soon to be ex?” Chris had moved his hand onto Felix’s crotch and lightly squeezed. Felix whined louder.

“Please, please do that. I want him to see me getting fucked and you making me feel better than he ever did,” Felix begged.

“Since you’ve been so nice,” Chris pulled Felix on top of him and kissed him with more passion than Taemin ever had. If Felix was being totally honest with himself, Taemin never left him completely satisfied. Felix wanted to be fucked hard. Hell, he needed to be fucked hard. Chris was already marking up Felix’s neck with little bites and hickeys.

“Why so quiet, baby?” Chris asked, nipping at the sensitive skin below Felix’s ear.

“Just thinking,” he replied.

“Stop it. I don’t want you to think,” Chris brushed his lips against Felix’s ear.

“Yes Mr Bang,” Felix breathed.

“Call me Chris,” the older man said.

“Yes Chris,” Felix replied.

“Good boy,” Felix’s cock twitched at the pet name. Chris grinned, clearly having felt it.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me? Are you going to do what I tell you?” he asked.

“Yes. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” Felix whimpered.

“Then take off your clothes and bend over the couch,” Chris instructed. Felix nodded, then hopped up to strip and lean over the couch. Chris stood up and walked behind Felix. He lightly ran his fingers over Felix’s ass.

“I need to go get the lube. Be a good boy and start opening yourself up for me while I’m gone,” Chris said.

“I can do that. I’ll be good,” Felix scrambled to reply. Then he felt Chris grab his asscheeks and spit on his hole. Felix jumped.

“Can’t leave you totally dry. Now get started,” the older man said. Felix reached behind himself and started to open himself up. Chris had actually spit on his hole. Felix had only ever seen that in porn. It didn’t happen in real life. Of course, begging your ex-boyfriend’s dad to fuck you wasn’t supposed to happen either. He was three fingers deep when he heard Chris walk back in the room.

“Good boy. I like it when someone knows how to follow directions,” Chris grazed Felix’s ass. “I know you want to be fucked like a good little whore, but should I reward you a little first? Since you were so good at listening to me.” Felix knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Please?” Chris landed a hard slap on Felix’s right asscheek. It stung, but not hard enough to bruise. Then Chris slapped his other asscheek.

“I don’t know about you, but I hate it when things are uneven,” Chris commented. “I didn’t hear you though so I think I have to do it again.”

Chris hit him harder this time, enough to make Felix jump.

“Still didn’t hear you,” Chris said. This time he hit Felix hard enough to leave a handprint that lasted a few seconds. Felix grunted and his cock oozed precome all over the back of the couch.

“That’s more like it. Do you think you deserve more?” Chris sounded almost bored.

“I’ll be good for you. I promise,” Felix scrambled. Chris hit him with the same force again and Felix whimpered.

“That’s my good little whore,” Chris praised in between slaps. Chris hadn’t even touched him anywhere sensitive and Felix was already starting to get lightheaded. Chris leaned on top of Felix, still fully clothed. “So you like being called a whore. Is that what you are?”

“Yes,” Felix squeaked. “I’m your whore. Want you.” Chris slid a finger into Felix. His body gave instantly.

“So desperate,” he taunted, adding a second finger. His hand was pinned between their bodies and Chris pushed his hips forward to press them in deeper.

“Fuck!” Felix grunted as Chris grazed against his prostate. He massaged it for a few seconds and Felix couldn’t stop himself from coming. His cock spilled all over the couch and onto the floor. Chris pulled his fingers out and Felix wanted to cry.

“No, put them back,” he moaned.

“You’re going to come for me properly,” Chris pulled down his sweats to release his cock and quickly lubed himself. “Behave yourself.”

Felix felt the burn immediately when Chris pushed into him. Fuck, he really was big.

“Can you take more?” Chris asked.

“Yes,” Felix nodded against the couch. Chris bottomed out and held Felix’s hips in place. The younger boy groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You’ve got a tight little hole for a whore,” Chris observed, but Felix could tell he was just as affected.

“Fuck me. Use me,” Felix begged. Chris slapped one of his asscheeks hard.

“I fully intend to,” Chris replied. Digging his fingers into Felix’s hips even harder, Chris began to pound into the younger boy. Felix scrambled to get a grip on the couch so he didn’t completely tip over the back.

“Oh fuck, oh god, shit, Chris,” he grunted.

“Good enough for you so far?” the older man asked, not slowing down.

“I’m gonna come all over this couch,” Felix panted. “Again.”

“You’ll come when I say you can since you clearly couldn’t control yourself earlier,” Chris told him. Felix whimpered. Part of him was embarrassed that he’d come after Chris barely touching him. A much larger part of him didn’t care. He was getting the fucking of his life right now. Chris reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of Felix’s cock, essentially stopping him from finishing. He let out a desperate whine.

“How badly do you want to finish?” Chris breathed against Felix’s neck.

“Please,” he panted.

“That’s not an answer,” Chris pulled Felix up by his hair and pinned his back to Chris’s front. “Are you going to mess up the couch?”

“Yes, yes I will,” Felix dug his fingers into Chris’s arm around his chest.

“Alright,” Chris let go of Felix’s cock and his second orgasm ripped through him seconds later. His cock hit his abdomen a few times from Chris still fucking into him, sending come over a decent amount of the couch. Felix felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. Then Chris pushed him back over the couch into his own come and chased his own release. Felix had never felt this full in his life. Chris rested on Felix’s back when he finished. In a stark contrast to how they’d spent the last 45 minutes, Chris placed a gentle kiss on the back of Felix’s neck.

“So good for me,” he praised.

“I think you fucked my soul out,” Felix breathed. Chris laughed and stood up. He slowly pulled out and come started dripping down Felix’s legs. He turned Felix around and perched him on the back of the couch. He kissed the younger boy then brushed his thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“So pretty,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” Felix blushed a little. Then they heard the front door open. Taemin froze when he saw them. Felix knew they were a sight - him completely naked, covered in hickeys, bite marks, and come, sitting on the back of the couch with Chris between his legs fully clothed, but his cock still hanging out.

“What the - Felix? Dad?” he stammered.

“Hi Taemin,” Felix smirked. “You moved on to someone else, so I thought I would too.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Taemin turned around and practically ran out of the house. Chris chuckled.

“At the risk of sounding like a bad parent, he deserved that,” he said. Felix gave him a peck on the lips.

“Would you be up for doing it again?” he asked.

“I’d be up for doing it again maybe after taking you to dinner. Getting takeout and eating by myself got old very quickly,” Chris replied.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Felix grinned.

“I am. Then I’m asking to bring you back and fuck you until you pass out,” Chris kissed him.

“That sounds like the perfect date,” Felix smiled against Chris’s lips.

“Let’s clean you up, put some clothes on you, and get going,” Chris held Felix’s waist as he hopped off the couch. Maybe Taemin cheating on him wasn’t so bad after all.

[merakiui]

I will always love how you will get on your knees for Azul in a heart beat but in the same breathe slander him (we love the duality). But now I’m curious, top bedrooms in twst that you would like to be taken in, and/or if we just wanna be a little more daring, what are the top places you would like to be taken by and who? Like whether it be in the Monstro lounge by the twins, the Heartslabyul maze by Cater, bell tower by Rollo.

OOOOOO good questions!!! there are so many places in the twst world that would be absolutely amazing to be taken in. orz please forgive the shameless simping written below.

top bedrooms

✧ azul's room but at night specifically because omg the ambience!!!! his bed looks really soft and comfortable as well, and it would be so nice to wake up in it in the morning and eat pastries and casually chat after a long night hehe.

✧ riddle's room because i really like the canopy bed he has. also all of the red... so pretty and cute. T_T he could use a riding crop on me. he could use a collar on me. he could tie me up and step on me. anything riddle wants, riddle will get. orz but also slow, soft, romantic sex would be so nice with him. let's cry through our orgasms together, riddle. <3

✧ jade and floyd's room because the way it is visually split in half is so apparent but also so fun. floyd's messy bed would be fun to fuck in, but i also feel like the twins might push the beds together for more space (or maybe they will leave one bed for not much space just to make things more cramped). >:) i'd like to make a mess of jade's nicely made bed and in return he can make a mess of me. sandwiched by two mafia eels... aaaaa i am leaving the room bruised and littered in bites, but that is okay because i'll probably find myself back there next weekend so they can open the bite marks once again.

✧ rook's room is just so elegant (ignoring the peeling wallpaper that reveals candid photographs). i like the canopy with the moons and stars. it's very pretty!! sex with rook would be so nice because no matter what he would be so sweet and wonderful, albeit a little troublesome when he starts waxing poetry when he's buried so deeply. but a man who is so eloquent with words must be good with his mouth, so do not let me down, mr. hunt!!!

✧ vil's room is also very elegant!! i would happily spend a night in there with vil. but it would feel like the room of a royal because of how lavish it looks, so it will take some time to get used to. it's a pretty room for a pretty man. (♡▽♡)

✧ idia's bedroom is messy, but i think his bed looks so comfortable. i'll put on whatever cosplay he wants. i will wear the maid outfit and the cat ears and the cow print lingerie. anything for my cute gamer boyfriend!! sleepy sex would be so nice with him.

✧ malleus's room has a very gothic charm to it (as does all of diasomnia). i would definitely like to be taken there, but maybe while it's raining for extra sleepy ambience.

top locations

✧ mostro lounge in the booths or in azul's vip room. but most importantly: MOSTRO LOUNGE AQUARIUM OMG...... admittedly, the aquarium scene in azul thought four was very self-indulgent because it's just so pretty at night. the glowing illumination... the sea life and the pretty corals aaaa!! it's really too perfect for sex and monsterfucking. it doesn't matter if it's azul, the twins, one of the twins, all three of them. in conclusion, someone is leaving that aquarium filled and (spoilers) it is me. :^) azul's vip room would be fun because the twins could fuck me so good against azul's desk or on the sofas; omg or on the sofa while azul's horny gripping through his paperwork hehe. omg also getting railed against the bar in mostro lounge by floyd because he's too bored and uninspired to mix new drinks!!!! orz orz orz just one chance, floyd. please.

✧ in this tunnel hallway!!!! it would be so good at night... we don't even need to have sex there. i would just love to make out with any of the octavinelle trio against the glass. but also making out there with riddle and we have to be chased away by an annoyed azul!!! aaaaaa rivalry. <3

✧ another place i would absolutely make out in would be the hall of mirrors. getting so wrapped up with any of them and we fall through one of the mirrors hehe. falling through the octavinelle mirror with riddle or through the heartslabyul mirror with azul... omg.

✧ ABSOLUTELY THE BELL TOWER WITH ROLLO OTL there's something so exhilarating about being so high up and vulnerable... but also i think any shadowed space within noble bell would be good for quick trysts. i will give president flamm the best head of his life wherever he wants. he deserves good head, lots of love, and many warm, buttery croissants!! <3

✧ styx private room....... styx idia could do whatever he wants to me in there. just dress me up as your little lab rat with those choker collars and i will do anything for you, mr. acting director. :) also the styx control room!!! i'll give idia the sloppiest head under the desk while he's reviewing gathered data and after that he can rail me on the table.

✧ savanaclaw lounge at night hehe. sex in the pool under the waterfall would be so fun aaaaaaa. leona, i will do all the work. just sit back and let me ride. <3 the entire dorm could use me if they wanted. i will not complain.

✧ scarabia lounge at night!!!!!! the open air!!! the cushions and rugs!!!! the moonlight!!!!! i would get drunk and silly with kalim and jamil there. someone is becoming a father that night.

✧ heartslabyul kitchen with trey. <3 OOHHH TREY.... TREY!!!!! OTL i am down so horrendous for the sweet and secretly mischievous baker who would fuck me so good against the countertop. orz and then right after that he'd have a delicious pastry and some tea waiting. call me a donut with how cream-filled i will be afterwards.

✧ unbirthday party... orz new tradition: everyone can rail me against the tables. yes, it will ruin the display. yes, it will be messy. but it would be so fun omg.

✧ the rose maze with cater and his clones would also be fun!!! truthfully, i would fuck cater anywhere in heartslabyul because it would be really enjoyable with him (just two best friends with benefits having some quality time together hehe). also, getting caught by riddle would be fun. "you're getting your fluids on the furniture with these indecent acts!!!! >:( off with your head!!!!" riddle just does not know the best medicine for stress is sex. :( if it's off with my head, how can i possibly give it to him??? truly a dilemma...

✧ wherever the housewardens have their meetings. i could take all of them. >:) i will take all of them. they do not call the ramshackle prefect the beast tamer for nothing!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

[banannabethchase]

I'm Sure I Can Pretend to Be a Gentleman - also on AO3

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Matt decides he wants to try the roleplay thing, and Adam's willing to give it a shot.

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Title from Inside of You by Hoobastank. Note: The roleplay concept in this fic is that they are two wrestlers trying to get the same new position in the company. Everything is consensual and there are no power dynamics at play.

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“I think it’s time for the role play idea,” Matt says, putting the dishes away. They’re in the wrong place, but Adam will let that slide because he’s got a decent view of Matt’s butt like this.

“What role play?” Adam asks. He hangs up the mop. “Also, I like how putting away dishes is what reminds you of that. Are you ever not thinking of sex?”

“Occasionally,” Matt says. He slides the mixing bowl into the shelf on his tiptoes, and, truly, it’s an even better view. “But we have that Dynamite coming up in a new venue, and I think we’ll have to find an empty, unused conference room.” He turns around an blows hair out of his eyes. “What?”

“You’re out of your mind,” Adam sighs. “Get over here. I love you so much.”

Matt grins into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist. “But,” he pulls back, like they haven’t stopped talking, “the idea is, basically, we’re two wrestlers who both want the job and we’re waiting in the conference room to get the interview.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “We’re competition. We’re not supposed to like each other, but we do.”

“Isn’t that just how, like, half of how wrestling relationships start?”

Matt shrugs. “Maybe. Hey, can you help me with that box of plates?” He nods over to the living room, which is still doubling as storage for an obscene amount of kitchenware shipped from Matt’s. The new couch looks nice in the living room, but Matt’s been antsy about the extra clutter. “Maybe bend over a little and wiggle your butt while you do it?”

“You,” Adam says, sure to yank his shirt up a little before leaning over and making a show of it, “are fucking shameless.”

“Sorry,” Matt calls, “can’t hear you over the sound of your butt looking great in those jeans.”

~

“Thank you again for going early to the venue.” Adam can hear Tony on the phone from where he’s pulling on his street clothes. It’s still sunrise orange outside as they get ready, hours before they usually dress to go to the venue, but the anticipation is better than caffeine. “All you have to do is scope it out, guide the staff to set up the locker rooms. Maybe mingle with some of the venue-specific crew to see if there’s anything we can do to make things go more smoothly, since it’s a new place.”

“Of course, Tony,” Matt says, his annoying professional voice turned up to eleven, “you can always count on us to make good use of our extra time at the venue.” He winks at Adam, and Adam thinks there has never been anyone less subtle.

“You’re lucky that was a call and not a FaceTime,” Adam says once Matt’s hung up. He slings his gym bag over his shoulder, heavier than usual. “You were so obvious.”

“Was not!” Matt says. “I was professional. A dedicated EVP, you could say.”

“Dedicated to getting railed, maybe.”

Matt rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss Adam, his hair still damp. “Let’s get coffee and then head over. They’ll let us in when we get there, if we ask for Maritza, and then we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“And we have to make sure we do what Tony asked us to do,” Adam says. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Hopefully the suit doesn’t get to wrinkled in there.

Matt rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, we have plenty of time to do everything we want to do.” He looks Adam up and down. “It’s so annoying you look that good with a mustache.”

“I could say the same about your dumb goatee,” Adam says. “And yet here I am, still planning to fuck you stupid.” Sighing, he wraps an arm around Matt’s waist and hauls him in to kiss him, blazing and fierce.

The venue is unique, smaller than others but a maze of rooms to navigate. Maritza is a delightful woman with the personality of a lightning bolt, speaking at speeds Adam can hardly keep up with. Matt’s firing back with equal pace though as they sip their identical coffees, and Adam wonders if they’ll stop talking long enough for Adam and Matt to pull off the reason they’re actually here.

He’s mid yawn, halfway through his coffee, when Maritza sighs. “Well, I’ll have to be at the box office the rest of the morning.” She claps her hands together and sends her electric smile to both of them. “You two call me if you need anything.”

“We will,” Matt says, and he’s so sugar-sweet it’s ridiculous. “Thank you so much for the opportunity to come in early, Maritza. We really appreciate it.”

She beams. “We appreciate the help.” She waves as she walks away, and Matt’s excitement is hard to place.

“Are you all pink because you’re excited to do corporate stuff, or because of our plan?”

Matt shrugs and glances up and down the hallway, then pulls Adam in for the kind of kiss that makes him understand poetry a little better. When Matt leans back, Adam’s brain has flown south for the winter along with all the blood in his body.

“I’m good to start,” Adam says. “If, uh, you still want to.”

Matt scoffs. “If. Sure. Like there’s ever anything but a yes in that.” He raises an eyebrow. “But, also, because, like, that whole thing where you get to –”

“Focus on one new thing at a time, baby,” Adam murmurs. He pulls Matt in and kisses his forehead. “Looks like the rest of the place is empty. We start now, we got, like, hours before anybody else gets here.”

Matt nods, burying his face in Adam’s chest. “Okay,” he mumbles. “I start in the room.”

Adam nods. “But first we have to get all dressed up.”

He’d gotten a brand new suit for this whole thing, dark grey and bespoke, and he can feel Matt’s eyes on him the whole time.

“You like it?” Adam asks, spinning. “Got it new and tailored for this.”

Matt nods, looking delectable in his own navy suit. “I – okay. Go wait outside and count to four.”

“To four?”

“Ten. Five. Whatever. My brain isn’t working right now.” Matt shakes his head and Adam wants to do nothing more but pull him in and screw the roleplay, but he knows Matt really wants it.

He steps out the door and counts to four, then to ten, then to five, and knocks. “This where we go to wait for the interviews?” he asks. He nods to Matt. “I think I know you. You’re Matt Jackson, right?”

Matt nods. “And you are?”

Adam grins. “Adam Page.” He sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Matt shakes his hand. “Likewise.” His eyes flicker down to Adam’s mouth, and what happens next cannot be considered Adam’s fault. He pulls Matt in by the hand and kisses him, slow and soft, hands on his hips. Matt sighs into it, hands on Adam’s lapel, before he pushes back rather suddenly.

Adam smiles at him, feeling kind of dopey. “Hi.”

“No, no,” Matt says, shaking his head furiously. “No being cute. Get out. We’re starting over. You can’t kiss me at the beginning of the whole thing. You’re supposed to wait until I say I’m unfamiliar with your talent, and then you say you’ll show me your talent.”

“That’s still the cheesiest line,” Adam says, letting Matt shove him out the door. “You know that, right?”

“It doesn’t have to be poetry, Adam,” Matt says, and Adam’s honestly impressed with how snippy he looks. “It’s a means to an end.”

“It’s a means to get into your end,” Adam quips.

“Watch it or I won’t let you eff me,” Matt says, deadpan. And he slams the door in Adam’s face.

With a glance up and down the hallway, still kind of expecting somebody to walk into this wing and make this incredibly awkward, Adam adjusts.

“Okay,” he mutters. “I can do this. Acting. I’m trying to get the job and Matt’s the competition for the position.” He bounces a little, like right before he gets in the ring.

And he knocks.

The door pulls open, and Matt’s back in character. “Hi. Are you here for the job opening too?”

"Mr. Jackson,” Adam says, trying to get back into the character. He can start over. He can do this. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Matt adjusts his jacket and, fuck, that mustache really is unforgivable. “Mr. Page, is it?”

Adam fights his grin as Matt steps aside to let him into the room. “Yeah man,” he confirms. “Seen your work before. Heard you’re going for the opening in the company.”

He can see the second Matt snaps out of the persona. “Opening?” Matt giggles. “You’re making a sex joke during this?”

“You are completely ruining the moment,” Adam says. “I’m trying to be the hot young upstart trying to throw you off your game for your interview, and you're talking about openings!”

“You’re the one who made the sex joke!” Matt says. His pout looks even more ridiculous with the mustache. “You’re terrible at roleplay.”

“I am not!” Adam says. “You can’t hold it together when you make a sex joke in your head. That’s not my fault.”

Matt grins at him. “It sort of is,” he says. “You’re the one who made the sex joke.”

“I did not make a sex joke!”

“Get in here,” Matt says, wrapping one hand around Adam’s tie and the other around his collar.

“Okay, Mr. Jackson,” Adam murmurs. “How do you know you’d be better for the position than I would be?”

“Oh, now you get it,” Matt grumbles, but he still lets Adam shove the jacket off his shoulders.

“Maybe from now on leave the experiments to me,” Adam suggests. He bites at Matt’s neck, earning a sweet little mewl.

“You – oh – you seem to have liked my other experiments.” Matt bares his throat a little more, letting Adam work a bruise or two into his skin. When Adam pulls away, Matt hops up on the conference table. It’s the exact right height. Adam’s brain short circuits for a second before snapping back into it. “You didn’t complain when you and Mox were fucking me at the same time.”

“Fuck, baby,” Adam murmurs. He gets his hands on Matt’s belt, one of the fancy ones Nick had gotten him for Christmas a few years back, and yanks it out. He grins as he tosses it across the room, Matt’s eyes wide. “I didn’t complain. And I sure as hell won’t complain now.” He cups Matt’s hard dick through the dress pants. “You gonna complain?”

Matt shakes his head rapidly. “No,” he says, breathy. “No, I – please?”

“Please what?” Adam asks. Matt’s eyes follow every movement of his fingers, and Adam decides to tease a little. He doesn’t go for his own belt, instead slides his hands into his pockets. “I’m sure you got everything you could want.”

Matt’s eyes go dark. “Not everything,” he breathes.

“You gotta tell me.” He gets it now. This part of the roleplay is kind of fun. “I’m new to this, you know. I need help getting the lay of the land.” He winks at lay. 

Matt’s breathing is shaky. “You need – you’re acting like you did when we first met.” He presses his lips together and looks at Adam with blown-black eyes. “Back when you were all shy and scruffy and were scared around me.”

“Yeah,” Adam chuckles, “because I thought all y’all were hot and I got nervous about it.”

Matt nods, licking his lips. “Remember when we first got together.”

“I do,” Adam says. He steps closer, in between Matt’s legs. His hands go to the waistband of Matt’s pants, slowly tapping toward the zipper. “Couldn’t help but embarrass myself, could I? Curse of being in my mid-twenties.”

“Curse?” Matt laughs. “You had the biggest dick on the roster and none of us knew because you’d always change by yourself!”

“Yeah, because I was, like, constantly horny around you.” Adam slides his hands up Matt’s shirt, starts unbuttoning slowly. “That one night, after the pay per view – I can’t remember which one.”

Matt’s cheeks are pink as his shirt flutters open. “Neither can I,” he murmurs. He links his legs around the small of Adam’s back and yanks him in closer. “All I remember is walking into the showers and seeing – seeing you with…” Matt trails off as he watches Adam shove his pants down his hips. Adam wraps his hand around his dick. “Well, seeing you like that.”

“You remember what I said?” Adam asks. He couldn’t forget. It was the beginning of the best part of his life: being with Matt.

Matt nods, eyes locked. “You said,” he says, breathy, “You asked, ‘You trying to get in on this, baby?’ with this voice…” He trails off. “Okay, you need to get inside me. I’m done. Screw the roleplay, it’s hotter to remember how long we’ve been together.”

“Yeah?” Adam pauses before he grabs the lube. “You thinking about us when we were younger?” He grabs Matt’s legs and hauls him close, grinning at his yelp. “Remembering how we used to pull off quickies in the shitty bathrooms.” He leans down, kissing the life out of Matt for just long enough to get him whimpering. “How you used to beg me to fuck you when both of us knew we didn’t have the time or the privacy?”

“Now you’re doing it on purpose.” Matt flops back on the conference table. “The whole point of this is for you to rail me in a suit. This is purely for my own benefit and you’re making me think.”

“You made me come up with a whole character!” Adam yanks down Matt’s dress pants and throws them somewhere in the room. Adam pulls Matt’s legs around his waist so he’s at the right angle to dribble lube down from the tip of his dick, down his balls, down into his crease. Matt shivers so hard the table wobbles.

“Okay,” Matt says. “I – don’t care. Just like when we were younger. I’m begging now.”

“Except,” Adam says, and he leans down to kiss Matt slowly, languidly, unrelentingly. Matt squirms against his face. “Except this time, we have plenty of time for me to wreck you.”

Matt whines. “I really – Adam, I hate that mustache.”

“Sucks for you,” Adam murmurs. "Also, I think you're lying."

Adam opens Matt up as quickly as he can, with how whimpery and insistent he is.

“I love you,” Matt says. “I – I don’t think I like role plays. I like you. I want you. But I like it when you call me Mr. Jackson, if that makes any sense.”

“I don’t think anything we do makes sense, but if it gets you going I'm about it,” Adam says, and with the way Matt is gripping at the edge of the conference table, it tells Adam he’s ready. “You good?”

Matt nods, eyes screwed shut. “I just really want to get laid on a conference room table.”

“You are so weird,” Adam sighs, and he gets himself situated. “I ever tell you I’m madly in love with you?”

Matt props himself up on his elbows so he can watch Adam, eyes dark. “You do,” he whispers. He pulls his eyes up to meet Adam’s. “Have I ever told you?”

“Always,” Adam says. “God, I – are you ready? Is it –”

“Yes,” Matt hisses. “Please. I want – please.”

Adam guides his dick into Matt, carefully as he can. The wood on Matt’s lower back can’t be comfortable, so he adjusts so Matt is laying down, hair fanned out. “Jesus,” he whispers.

It’s slower than usual. Adam is gentle, and careful, and soft. Part of him worries that the wooden table won't hold, that it'll be too stiff for Matt's bad back, that he'll get overenthusiastic and slam his hips into the edge of the table. Matt’s eyes are locked in on him, a little smile on his face, as he rolls to meet Adam’s thrusts. It feels perfect. It feels like Adam doesn’t deserve to have this forever. He takes a shaky breath.

“Hey,” Matt says. “Come back. I don’t know where you went, but come back here.”

Adam shakes his head and snaps back into the moment. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “Got a little stuck in my head.”

“I know,” Matt says, and he digs his heels into the small of Adam’s back to draw him in. His soft smile and warm eyes anchor him to the present and Adam feels so goddamned lucky to be here he almost falls over. He leans in and kisses Matt, trying to say with his lips what he can’t with words. Matt kisses him back and slides a hand between the two of them to touch himself. It's the best thing Adam's ever seen. Adam adjusts his grip on Matt’s thighs and his angle so Matt is making high pitched, desperate little noises.

“I know,” Adam murmurs, “I know, baby, you’re close. Come whenever you want, okay?” He pulls back to kiss Matt’s forehead. “We fucked up this role play thing so hard, didn’t we.”

Matt laughs, music. “We did, but I’m okay with it. I – please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Adam promises. “I won’t. Never.”

The world dissolves until it’s just the two of them, pretense and worry and reality gone, until Adam’s whispering Matt’s name and they come just about at the same time. Adam feels changed with it, shifted, and he wonders how many times he can fuck Matt before it stops rearranging his atoms.

“Matty,” Adam murmurs, peppering kisses across his face. “I don’t think I like roleplay. I think – I think I only like it when it’s you.”

Matt sighs and smiles up at Adam. “I think I know that now.” He tucks a curl behind Adam’s ear. “I always knew you were a big softie."

Adam laughs. “Yeah, fair.” He pulls out of Matt gently and grabs a towel from the bag they’d dropped in the corner. “You okay?”

“It’s weird you ask me that every time you get all gooey and romantic about me,” Matt says. He takes the towel and cleans himself. “What, like you expect me to be stressed or freaked out because you’re in love with me and get all sappy?” He shoots Adam a grin. “I’m always feeling great after.”

Adam shrugs. “I like to check.”

“We didn’t even do anything that merits checking,” Matt says. He wrinkles his nose as he wraps the towel up tightly and shoves it in a plastic bag.

Adam resists the urge to tell Matt, once again, anything could merit checking which is why he does it. “Still gonna do it.” Adam leans in and kisses Matt’s forehead. “Let’s go find the EVP locker room and showers. My boxers are all sticky.”

“Oh, your boxers,” Matt says, rolling his eyes with a smile. “What a shame for you.”

Adam licks his lips. “What,” he says, “you want me to mention you’re gonna feel my come leaking out of you all night?”

Matt flames red. “Effing – oh my god, Adam.” He pulls the jacket on. “You can’t just say things like that without warning.”

“Sure I can,” Adam says. He grabs the pack of Clorox wipes they’d picked up at Target and wipes down the conference table as best he can. “I can say it all night, if you want me to.”

“Now you’re understanding the whole any-time-you-want-me thing,” Matt says. “I like it.” He leans in and kisses Adam on the cheek. “Let’s go get the place ready for everybody else so maybe we get extra time and I can blow you behind the commentary table.”

“Yeah, if nobody gets thrown on it tonight.” Adam tosses Matt his bag. “Would hate for, like, Joe to chuck Trent or somebody on top of the desk and have you squished underneath it.”

“Okay, fair. That would suck.”

They check each other’s hair and clothes to make sure nothing is out of place and make their way out of the conference room. They run into a kind looking woman frowning at signs.

“Oh, hello!” she says, smile bright. “You must be Mr. Jackson and Mr. Page.”

It takes everything in Adam’s body to keep from laughing.

~

Mini Playlist: Ms. Jackson - Panic! at the Disco Inside of You - Hoobastank Whatever You Like - Anya Marina Numbers - The Cab

[sinnerforexo]

Oneshot Kai (12:36)

What do you expect a 5 months pregnant girl to do at 1 am? off course sleeping. But here I am waiting for my boyfriend to finish his concert and return home. This is the 1st time in our 2-year relationship that I missed his concert due to this fucking pregnancy and carrying a baby in this big ass tummy. To spare my time I was checking out Twitter, to see the concert clip posted by the fans but Damn! he was hella fine and hot as hell . The white lace shows the perfect amount of skin,  and the ripped jeans are ripping the souls of his fans and my wild imagination. All his hotness went to the next level after being drenched as the wet shirt displayed his perfect abs. I am damn sure many hot girls Fantzing my boyfriend getting railed under him, which made me insecure about my fat body.

I was lost in all these thoughts, so I didn't even notice when Kai Got in. He coughs to gain my attention.

I flinched " aa-hmm - when did you get in?

"When you are lost in the thought of getting your pregnant pussy ripped by dick," he said with a smirk, clearly showing his intentions.

"Seriously Kai day by day you are getting more shameless, who will think that the dual attitude JongNini is not like what people imagine him,"  I said giving him clothes to change.

" Hmm then let's have some shameless activity, what do you want, Do you want to get fucked to the extent that you can't even walk for a week, or do you want to keep yourself at my mercy using toys and blindfold, I will use our new toys "

I am stunned to speak at his boldness

" we can use the bullet vibrator, vibrating chastity, kegel ball, or our magic wand till you get overstimulated and squirt, we can even play teasing me not game until you explode on bonus I will give you a lap dance Y/n."

"You are forgetting that I am 5 months pregnant"

That you are forgetting that Y/n, in your tummy our little fruit of love is growing there is no need to be insecure about being fat that too when you are pregnant. No matter what if Thousands of Miss Universe run behind I will be always there for you cuz I am born for you.

"Did you know ee-ev-everything?" I was too stunned to make a complete sentence

" How can I not know love, when become tensed and sad after watching my clips on Twitter, but think I will let it go the night is still young," he said wiping my tears.

He came close to my ear and said "strip and kneel down"

[vacantgodling]

For the extreme asks for Amon and/or Aloe (or anyone you want to talk about--I just like hearing about characters losing it):

👹 - what's the most unhinged and/or feral your oc has ever gotten?

ooo thank you for asking!

so i will say with full confidence that aloe has never been unhinged, feral, upset (in an angry way) ever in his life. it may sound like an exaggeration however i am not joking; this boy has never had a mean or angry bone in his body and he lets bygones be bygones. he’s more likely to cry when he’s upset over anything else and that’s usually because something made him sad.

AMON HOWEVER. complete opposite end of the spectrum. as described in one excerpt “he carries his rage like a second skin” (shameless plug bc i like that description) but it’s extremely true. its always lurking and prowling under his skin. i think there’s (2) times amon has been particularly unhinged—the first is a time when he was younger (probably akin to that drawing i did yesterday where he’s covered in blood) but he’s been in a lot of fights in his life to put it mildly. i can see that being the result of a gang brawl where he downed like twenty dudes. he was snarling and spitting blood and probably got railed after bc he has Problems.

the second is a bit more of a spoiler so under the cut it goes

chapter 23, nicknamed en garde is when amon finally sees the keeper face to mask for the first time. the keeper is decked in all gold and has a GIANT sword like this is boss fight energy; and amon has nothing but a dagger and his fists. this fight is wild like actual dents in the ballroom floor, a window gets broken in the chaos and amon is again in a more feral state. the reason he keeps fighting tho??? he thinks about the time that he saw a bruise on hya’s cheek from where he assumes (and is correct) that the keeper struck him and it fuels his Rage Mode tm.

anyway a VERY TEENY excerpt from feral mode:

“Do you think… you can ssssave him… butler…?” The Keeper’s hissing was like a spit; acid burning through Amon’s chest as one heavy footstep cracked the ground underneath them. “Kill me?” It taunted. “Do you think… you can… sssstand… on the sssssame ground as I…. crush…?” The Keeper swung their heavy sword once more and Amon felt the sharp pull on his wounded side as he leapt out of the way to dodge. He slammed into the ballroom wall, cutting his hands on the broken glass scattered around him. He thought back to that room; that day; where he saw Hyacinthus standing cornered much the same—except there was no empty space where the boogeyman should’ve been. The Keeper finally stopped a few feet from Amon and pointed his golden tipped sword. The blade dripped with blood and metal and stained the ripped opening of Amon’s uniform when it’s tip touched his chest.

Amon glared up into The Keeper’s mask.

A lesser man would’ve said no. A lesser man would’ve cowered and fled, begging for his life. But Amon bared his bloody teeth like a mad dog and growled “Yes.”

[yoongsisbae]

The Fantasy | JJK

You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…

You realized how underappreciated you’ve become in your long term relationship and you can’t take it anymore, you want romance, you want excitement, you want to be wanted! So what happens? You find the courage to find someone better. You just hadn’t expected it to be Jeon Jungkook, who never took anything seriously, especially relationships. But that’s okay, because you don’t want a relationship, you want to be fucked. And that, Jungkook is very good at… ANYWAYS this is a lot of backstory for a shameless fic about getting railed a bunch of times. 

Warning: sadist!jungkook, yandere!jungkook, masochist!reader, CONSENSUAL-NON-CONSENSUAL, if you don’t like that kink at all, then stop right now, because it is literally what the title of the story is about :’), predator/prey, bdsm, I am not an expert, don’t take this as a healthy portrayal of anything :), drunk sex, dubcon, rough sex, safe word use, gaslighting, breakup, really really bad sex that I truly find more triggering than the CNC :’), over-jealousy, toxic behavior, body shaming, reader calls herself overweight (I never use the other word), fingering, knife play, slapping, oral sex, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 

Word count: 10.6k

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“Any fantasies?” 

You hesitate.

Your relationship with Jungkook was going well, perfect, actually. It’s probably the best relationship you’ve ever been in, you realize. Definitely the best sex.

It’s funny how what you thought would be a one night stand has turned into this: cohabiting with – cooking each other dinner, dancing in your kitchen to music, fucking in your kitchen to music, fucking on every surface of your shared apartment – and enjoying each other’s company even when you weren’t in each other’s company, when he was on his computer mixing beats and you were on your laptop writing, sharing each other’s lives and becoming the couple all your friends groan about because you can’t keep your hands off each other. Because Jungkook, like you, had a Guinness World Record breaking high sex drive. And almost Immediately, the very night you decided to hook up with your long time friend, you discovered how compatible you were in the bedroom as well. 

But this, was a bit different.

FIRST TRY

You finish chopping vegetables for dinner, cleaning the cutting board under tap water. Your boyfriend comes up behind you covering your mouth first, pressing his body close to yours next, so forcefully the counter’s edge digs in your abdomen. You grunt against his palm as he pulls your head back, hand squeezing your breast harshly.

“Shhhh,” he calms you down, lips pressed to your ear, picking up a knife from the sink. You stay as still as possible when he runs the knife flat side against the front of your body, up your stomach, between your breasts, tantalizingly slow. And then lets the knife’s tip go under your shirt, turning it, slicing the fabric.

You gasp in surprise against his palm, your noises muffled. He tightens his hold on your body, voice deep, angrier, “Don’t make any fucking noise.”

Jungkook flips you around, pressing you into the wall between the fridge and pantry. Hands wrapping around your throat, straightening your body, he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moan, opening your mouth wider, letting him have his way.

“You’re not supposed to let me kiss you,” he breathes in. Hands pulling at the torn fabric.

“Oh? Oh, sorry.” You moan, “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy, and I want you so badly,” you speak between kisses, “I can’t help it.” 

He smiles and sighs, carrying you to the bed instead. “We’ll try again,” you giggle. “I’ll be better, I promise.”

FOUR YEARS AGO

You look yourself over in your bedroom mirror, there’s so many straps and lace and ties across your body. You turn to the side and pull in your stomach, wishing you were twenty pounds lighter, so your rolls didn’t stick so noticeably through the tight straps of your lingerie. 

You turn again, twirling around to look at yourself from all angles, admiring the expensive intricate lace. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but overall you felt good, sexy even. It’s been so long since you did up your hair and makeup and tried to be sexy. You didn’t know if you even could be sexy anymore, but looking at the reflection in your mirror, you almost saw the old fun version of yourself again, attempting to break free. This was it, your final attempt. You were going to save your relationship! And show the love of your life that you were just as in love with him as the day you first met. Because you really were, and you missed him. You missed what you had. Somewhere along the way, you had stopped giving each other the attention you both deserved, Somehow it just all went wrong...

Before leaving the bedroom, you pulled on a silk robe, hiding your surprise. You felt self-conscious and unsure, but excited! You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in weeks. And the last time you did have sex with him, you couldn’t even come. You had fallen into a rut.

“H-Hey-” you hug your boyfriend from behind, kissing his cheek.

“Hey, give me a minute.” Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, too busy concentrating on his video game. Ugh. You hated video games. You hated his gamer friends who preoccupied all his time, with their inside jokes, begging him to stay one more hour, two more hours. And you fucking hated that phrase most of all. ‘Just a minute.’ A game minute was not a minute, a game minute was half an hour if you were lucky. You didn’t always hate video games, but now, all you felt was disdain every time you heard the repetitive fighting noises, the ‘cheerful’ music constantly on loop in your house that made you want to rip out your own ear drums. You hated it.

You stand in the center of your apartment, watching bright blue light flood the empty living room. Your boyfriend is laughing with his friends, smashing the keys of his controller, his undivided attention given solely to the gaming monitor in front of him. 

You call out his name, pull the ends of your robe down lower. Just a tease of what’s to come. A preview of what you were offering if he just reached out and took it. He turns to look at you quickly, smiling, “Five minutes! We’re in a raid, I’m sorry!” Just like that, laughing again with his friends, yelling into his mic. 

As the seconds tick by you felt more and more conscious of how ridiculous you looked. How ridiculous you were being. How unwanted and unloved you felt. You pull the ends of your robe tight around your body, your eyes beginning to sting with surfacing tears, your throat painfully dry. Why couldn’t he just look at you, see you? Why couldn’t he just want to be with you?

You quietly turn around and walk back into your bedroom, sit down on your bed and look at your reflection again. You hear faint cheering, the game play restarting again, your boyfriend calling his friends for more backup. And you continue to stare, unable to move, weighted down by all your hatred and pain and heartache.

Sad pathetic overweight woman who can’t even get her own boyfriend to fuck her. 

Then you cried. Arms hugging yourself, because no one else was going to hug you or love you. How insignificant you felt in that moment, how invisible. And to prove your point, as you cried and held yourself together, your sobs were drowned out by loud music and your boyfriend's groans of losing. 

Both of you lost something. There were no winners tonight.

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After midnight he joins you in bed. But by then you had already changed, took off your tight complicated lingerie, scrubbed off your makeup, put your hair up for bed and pulled over an old oversized t-shirt.

You keep your back to him, rubbing your eyes, red from crying, tears still dried on your face. 

He holds you, kissing your shoulder, and you feel sick to your stomach because no matter how angry you are at him, his rare affection still makes you feel better, makes your heart feel lighter. But these days, your heart felt so heavy from the weight of rejection, these small gestures were meaningless. 

He turns you around slowly, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, baby.”

You hum. It’s late and you’re too tired to argue or start a fight about it anymore. It’s always the same, every night, for months, and yet you’ve still never gotten used to it, never wanted to accept this was now your reality.

Because you yearned for the man you fell in love with. Who would cuddle you on the couch, fall asleep with you to old Blockbusters. And when you woke up he would still be holding you close, and you would wake him up with kisses, giggle softly together; and those soft moments would turn heated, and he’d get on top of you and fuck you into the couch cushions, he didn’t care about the movie anymore, all he cared about was you.

You missed those days. You missed that man. You barely recognize the man lying next to you now. You barely recognize yourself. When did you become like this? So broken, so unhappy and closed off, timid and tired? So fucking lonely?

“Stop, I look like a mess.” You try to shrug him off, feeling ugly.

“No you don’t, you look beautiful.”

“I had dressed up for you.”

“You don’t need to do all that.”

“I waited for you.”

“I’m here now,” He kisses you softly.

He rolls his body on top of yours, a familiar position…the only position you’ve had sex in for years, years! You can’t stand it. How fucking boring sex has become. How boring your entire life has become. You kiss him harder, moving your body from under his, pushing softly against his shoulder so he turns. You pull a leg over his torso, sitting on him. On top now, grinding on his lap, trying to find that spark again, some power for yourself again. You kiss his neck, moaning softly against his skin. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 

Did he just really laugh at you? When you’re trying, really trying to save your love life?

His hands find a hold on your hips, shifting your body back down, rolling over you again. “C’mon baby, you know I like to be on top.”

Ugh.

He pushes himself inside slowly, you spread your legs wider, barely wet enough to guide him in.

Does he love you still? Does he find you attractive anymore?

He pistons into your core, grunting into your shoulder. Quick strokes, chasing his release.

Get out of your head, y/n.

You want to be on top. You want to try something new and fun. You want to actually come. You want anything other than this boring ass vanilla sex every single time, in the same way…for the rest of your fucking life?

“More,” you beg. You wanted more. More passion, more effort, more love.

He pistons into you at a quicker pace. Hard fast strokes that slowly build up the pressure inside you too, his hardening dick finally making it feel good for you too.

You try to focus on that feeling, imaging yourself being fucked somewhere else, maybe in the woods, or in the car, where someone might catch the two of you. You used to do things like that before, in the beginning of your relationship. Even if it was awkward and clumsy, it was fun. You laughed together, and you would come together. You think about those nights again, you think about getting fucked by that actor on that new Netflix show you started watching. The one with the six pack and big arms that could crush your windpipe. You’re so close. 

“I’m close.”

“I can feel it,” He grunts. Focus. Cum. You were so close when he orgasms, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm, you had been so close.

Neither of you move. He sighs, rolling over. “Do you want me to finish you?” he asks, eyes barely open.

You shake your head, afraid if you spoke you would burst out crying. You're exhausted anyways, you're so tired of it all. Running to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you feel like you can finally breath in.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection for a third time tonight. You look how miserable you are, eyes swollen and red for you crying, lips swollen from his kisses, hair a mess from his sloppy thrusts. 

‘Don’t look away,’ you tell yourself. Your eyes are glassy, with tears starting again. You’re still unsatisfied, still horny, still so utterly alone. 

Misunderstood woman. Used up woman. Ugly woman. Scared woman…scared woman…

You’re too scared to demand for better. One single weak cry for more doesn’t help you. If you can’t make your own boyfriend love you, to find you attractive anymore, what hope do you have to make a stranger love you?

You’re a scared woman, too scared to leave him. Leave…leave leave leave!

After cleaning away your shame you trudged back into your bedroom, saw your boyfriend snoring in your bed, content with his life, and you felt another familiar emotion. You felt furious. 

But this time, in this one single moment, in your anger, you felt courage.

When he woke up that morning, he called out to you, looking for you.

“Baby? Where are you?” You could hear his groggy voice from the living room where you slept. 

“In the living room,” you find your voice.

“Are you making breakfast?” He yells back, “I’m hungry!”

You were sitting on the couch, awake, dressed, with a suitcase, packed with some clothes and that expensive lingerie you had decided to buy.

When he finally does decide to come to the kitchen, you tell him, “I think we need some time apart.”

You let it sink in for him and continue, “I’m going to go stay with my friend while I figure some things out. I…need a break from this.” You stand up, suitcase, purse, and your favorite pillow in your arms.

“Wait wait wait, hold on a second? What?! Why?!”

“I just don’t feel…loved anymore.”

He rushes to your side, holding onto your tense shoulders, “I love you, what? Of course I love you! Is this about me not paying attention to you fast enough last night? Don’t you think you’re overreacting?!”

“It’s not about that. We need some space. I need some space. Don’t you feel it?” you ask incredulously. “That was the first time we had sex in weeks. I have to practically beg you to touch me-”

“What?! That’s not true!”

“We never have sex! We never have sex!” You repeat, pushing him away, “We never just fuck. Do you even want to fuck me anymore?!”

“Of course I do! We just had sex, y/n! What the fuck?”

“Then why don’t you?! Why don’t you fuck me?! Fuck me on the table.” You point to your tiny dining room table, irate. It wasn't about the sex, you knew that, but it also, had everything to do about the sex.

“The t-table, what?! You’re acting so fucking crazy. Why would we fuck on that hard table when we have a bed? We’re not teenagers in high school any more, y/n!”

“So what? SO WHAT?!”

“What makes you think I want to fuck you when you act so desperate all the time!?” You laugh at that, telling him goodbye. “Wait wait, I’m sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just angry. Y/n, we’ve been in a relationship for six years.That’s just how couples act. We can’t have sex like rabbits all the fucking time. What is wrong with you?! You’re going to throw away SIX YEARS because I won’t fuck you on a table?? Is this a joke?!” He sounds like he’s about to cry, words cracking in his throat.

You’re already pulling your suitcase out the front door. “I’m sorry! Just give me some space. Please!” You can’t watch him be upset any longer, not when you are experienced in how much it hurts to have someone no longer choose you...

FIRST TIME

So this is why you’re here now, sitting at the bar while your friend dances with some guy she just met. 

This is where you first met him.

Well, technically, this isn’t the first first time you’ve met Jeon Jungkook, but it is the first time you thought about fucking him.

Okay, so technically, that’s not the whole truth either. How could you not think about it at least once in a while? When Jungkook is possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met, and definitely the most attractive man in your friend group.

But you were shy and quiet, and always by your boyfriend’s side when you met up with friends, a loyal girlfriend...

Ugh, why won’t men approach you? It is so obvious you’re taken, spoken for, to be his for the rest of your life? You’ve sat at the bar and waited and tried to do what your friend does; be seductive, catch someone’s eyes and look willing and available, yet still, no one has come up to you and asked for a dance, or asked to buy you a drink, nothing, not one single person! 

Why does it work so easily for her and not you? Are you truly that unfuckable? You stir the ice in your drink around and contemplate why no man wants you, is it your face? Your body? Should you smile more? You feel like fucking crying again. 

The music is loud and becoming annoying, your feet are sore, you don't want to spend another twelve dollars on a drink, and just when you’re about to call it a night, send your girl friend a fake text that you’re heading out with someone, because that had been her ultimate goal for you tonight (and instead go back to her apartment with a New York style pizza and pint of ice cream), you finally notice him.

Jungkook sits across the bar from you, talking to a beautiful blonde. You’re not surprised he’s here, Jungkook is the biggest flirt you know. He’ll treat any girl to a good time as long as she doesn’t expect anything more in return. Because Jungkook is well known in your friend group for being a ho.

Not that you blame him, if you looked as good as Jeon Jungkook you’d be a man slut too. If you looked as good as him you definitely wouldn’t be in the position you are now, hardly no dating experience with not one seductive bone in your body. Ugh!

Jungkook catches your eye as you stare at him and you wave at him sheepishly. 

This is so fucking embarrassing. Why did your friend let you walk out of the house with this much makeup on?! It was the same style you wore last night, dark black eyeshadow, accentuating your eyes and red lipstick. It hadn’t worked on your boyfriend, why did you think it was going to work now? You shifted awkwardly in your tight dress. Too tight. You never wore dresses like this, the fit short and revealing. So embarrassing. 

But Jungkook, having seen you, has to go weaving through bodies to say hi to you, like the sweet friendly man he is. “Holy shit, y/n! What are you doing here? Jimin, finally let you out?” He yells over the music, leaning close to you, a friendly smile on his face. You know Jungkook was only joking, he loves teasing everyone, but it stings to hear his name.

“We’re, umm, on a break.” You say loudly into his ear, awkwardly stirring your cocktail. “Jen convinced me to come out.”

“I’m sorry, you were together for years, wow. Are you okay?” he asks. You can feel his uneasiness, how he’s worried to say anything wrong.

“I’m f-fine. It was my decision.” ‘This is what you wanted, y/n.’

“Really? Good, good for you.” Jungkook’s smile is bright and warm and makes you feel a little bit better about yourself. “You look great. I barely recognized you.” He laughs, looking at you up and down, eyes stopping at your curves, your cleavage. You’re sure he must be surprised, you never dressed like this. Jimin would have lost his mind if you stepped outside in a dress like this.

You try to joke with him, “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” you laugh.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, I’ve been drinking! You always look cute. I just have never seen you like this. You know. It’s nice. You look hot.” He pats you on the back. It’s awkward, and also kind of funny they way it seems like he’s giving you a pep talk.

“Yeah, well no one else thinks so.” You mutter. “How am I supposed to get over him if no one wants to fuck me?” Maybe you’re a little drunk too.

Jungkook laughs. He’s always thought you were kind of innocent the way you dressed and acted. So, the moment he saw you, alone, looking so lost and miserable, he had to make sure you were okay. He definitely did not expect to hear you’ve broken up with your boyfriend. You were always glued to Jimin’s side and rarely talked to anyone else. Jungkook met you both as a couple, and if he was asked what he thought of you and Jimin yesterday, he would have expected you two were going to be married someday. You talking about fucking someone else so nonchalantly, that definitely would not have been on Jungkook’s bingo card of future expectations.

“You can find someone. Just be direct. Like this,” He grabs the shoulder of a guy walking past you. “My friend thinks you're cute and wants to dance,” he winks over at you, and your eyes widen, too shocked to speak.

“Yeah?” the stranger says, intrigued.

“Yep,” Jungkook looks over to you, smiling wider, pulling you up from your chair.

“H-Hey.” 

“Hey, so, you want to dance?”

You look at Jungkook gratefully, nodding yes.

You felt great. This was great, you were having the time of your life! After years of feeling neglected it was crazy how good it felt to just flirt a little, grind against a man, and feel just how much someone wanted you. It was the small confidence booster you really needed. If it took a stranger grinding his half chub against your ass in the dark nightclub to make you feel desirable, then so be it. You were also turned on, body buzzing, wetter than you wanted to accept, elated from just dancing and moving and living again.

But what really made you hotter than you’ve felt in years, what made the butterflies inside you dance as well, was the way every time you looked over to Jungkook, he was watching you too, his piercing eyes following your movements. 

Sure, he had a girl draped over him, one with larger lips, a thinner face, a hotter smaller figure you could only wish you were born with. But Jungkook would constantly look over to you too, between laughs, and sips, and exchanges. Staring at you shamelessly. You weren’t just seeing things, Jungkook had his eyes on you, and he liked what he saw!

He could be checking in on you, like a good friend does. Or maybe...

You keep dancing, even when you start to feel tired. You feel your dance partner’s hands move across your body, in patterns and pressure so different from what you’ve been used to all these years, and when lips that don’t feel familiar touch your neck, your body stiffens. You’re so used to your exboyfriend’s touch, even if it had become sour to you, and now it just feels wrong to keep letting this stranger whom didn’t even bother to ask for your name continue to touch you. You pull his hands off you to excuse yourself and feel crushed when he looks irritatedly at you.

So here you sit again, back at the bar, feeling defeated. It was nice while it lasted though, pretending to be everything you’re no longer, letting go for the night, and Jeon Jungkook eye fucking you on the dance floor. Like right now. He stares you down, doesn’t look away awkwardly when you meet his gaze, doesn’t smile timidly, just watches you lean against the bar, chin resting on your palm as you think, realizing Jungkook hasn’t stopped staring.

“Do you want to have sex?”

His face remains blank, “What?”

You ignore the ugly glare the woman next to him is sending your way. “I said did you want to have sex? With me?” You pause, “I’m being direct.”

The girl next to him scoffs loudly and Jungkook continues to stay quiet and now you feel like an idiot. He looks shocked, eyes large like a deer in headlights, and confused. You must have been seeing things, maybe it was the club lights or all the alcohol you consumed, that made you think Jungkook was the least bit interested in you. All the courage it took you to walk over to him is all gone now. You are sure you’ve now also ruined your friendship. Oh god, what if he tells your other friends? You’ll never be able to face anyone ever again. You shake your head, turning around, making a beeline to the bathroom.

‘How sad,” the girl Jungkook had been entertaining laughs, and Jungkook very delicately, removes her arms from around his neck. 

“I gotta go,” and he leaves before she can process his rejection.

Jungkook finds you near the bathrooms in a panic. “Hey.”

You jump. “Fuck,” you clutch your racing heart, swaying into Jungkook, “Oh it’s you. Just, just ignore me. I’m a mess. I get it,” you ramble. “I wouldn’t want to fuck me either.”

“Nononono,” He’s quick to reassure you, “I just...don’t do relationships,” he says slightly ashamed of himself for leading you on. As intrigued as he was witnessing this new side of you, what he had witnessed during all the years he knew you had led him to believe you were a serial monogamist. Someone who awkwardly laughed away inappropriate jokes, anytime a taboo discussion would take place amongst your friends on a chill weekend night, you would scrunch your nose and roll your eyes, probably disgusted by the way everyone overshared their sex lives. You and Jimin never spoke about yours with the group either. He couldn’t imagine you being a one night stand kind of girl, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable and end up hurting you in the end. That's what he wanted to explain to you, before you said,

“That’s okay.” 

Jungkook runs a hand through his unruly hair, fixing the strands back in place. “You know how I am, y/n.” he admits, so quietly you have to move closer to hear him above the music. “I’m not looking for anything serious,” he says wearily, making sure you understand. You stare at his mouth through half lidded eyes, lick your lips and he has to remind himself to act like a gentleman. He tried to look away but your stare was magnetic, pulling him in, closer and closer.

“I know,” you swallow, leaning against his chest. 

You let out a soft deep sigh. Jungkook could have sworn you moaned his name, but he didn’t believe it, you weren’t that kind of woman. His body responded to your call just the same, leaning into you, pressing you between his hard chest and the club wall. His voice drops down in octave, deep and raspy. “I’m a rough person.”

“Even better,” and pull him to you by the collar, pressing your lips to his.

To any passerby you looked like two very drunk people making out in the bathroom hall, a common occurance for the Club you were in. They didn’t know everything it took for you to get here, what you sacrificed and gave up, what you lost and tried to regain. Even Jungkook barely understood the change and shift within you, but he felt your passion and he couldn’t get enough of it.

So that had been your first kiss with Jungkook, hands and tongue and teeth, frenzied and unrestrained.

Jungkook was rougher than usual, testing you, expecting you to push him away and stop him, but you only matched his energy, widening your legs when he shoved his thigh up into your core, moaning when he yanked your hair. When his strong hands held you painfully tight you raked your nails down his back, pulled his hair until his scalp stung, kissed him harder when he bit your lip.

When Jungkook finally pulls away from you, he doesn’t hesitate. “Let’s go, I’ll call for a ride,” fingers intertwined, pulling you out of the club.

With the fresh night air chilling your body and sobering you up, you realize this definitely is happening, you’re about to have sex with Jungkook, you’re about to have sex with someone else for the first time in six years. You glance over to Jungkook and he smiles back softly. He hasn’t let go of your hand and you stand together in silence. He also hasn’t tried to kiss you and you feel too exposed to kiss him, and you wonder if he is regretting this. You look over to him again even more worried and he smiles again and squeezes your hand. He’s back to being sweet friendly Jungkook, calming your nerves and making you feel welcome, so you follow him into the cab and back to his apartment. 

As soon as you step into his apartment, he locks the handle and cages you against the door, tasting your lips again. “Fuck, fuck, sorry, I can’t wait any longer.” He pulls the hem of your dress down lower, kissing your shoulder as his skilled fingers unzips the back of your dress, as your shaky fingers try to unbutton his shirt.

He stops, admiring your body.

“This…was underneath that?” He smirks. “You really were trying to get lucky tonight, hmm?” His tattooed knuckles run along the intricate lace, finger hooking into a strap as he pulls on it teasingly.

“Yes,” you feel your voice catch in your throat as he admires the lace across your chest, pulling your dress down lower.

“Holy fuck, I guess it really is the quiet ones you have to look out for.” He holds your jaw with two fingers, lifting your chin so your eyes meet. “So fucking sexy.”

“I’m not always quiet,” you pant.

“Yeah, are you a screamer?”

“I guess that depends on you.” You guide his hand down to your chest, squeezing. His body knocks into you hard and fast, pressing his lips to your neck. You let your head fall against the doorframe, moaning loudly as his hands massage your breasts, pulling on your sensitive skin through the fabric. You can’t help but run your nails across his muscles, whimpering from how good it feels. His hands encase your wrists, pulling your arms above your head and he looks into your eyes, pausing briefly. There’s fire in your eyes when you stare back, setting off a spark that ignites his whole body, flaming his arousal.

He moves you to the couch, lips attached to your skin, his frame hard and heavy and welcomingly warm. He cups your breast, licking a long strip across your neck, and you pull your legs over his hips, hands fumbling for his belt. He stops you, placing them above your head in one tight hand. “You want me?” He squeezes your wrists, adjusting his weight. You can only nod breathlessly. “Once I start, I won’t stop,” he warns. His deep voice, commanding presence, only makes your heartrate escalate and your body vibrate with anticipation.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Mmm,” he hums, free hand pressing into your center, letting the fabric of your lingerie moisten it with your own slick. It begins to ache how much you want him to continue, breathing shallowly, your thighs tightening around his lean torso. “So wet. I make you that wet, hm?” he smirks.

He presses a single digit inside you and you feel like you might combust right then and there. Your core feels like it’s pulsing from the inside out. Less than a minute with Jungkook’s finger inside you and you’re about to come. How embarrassing would that be.

You arch your back when he adds another digit, push your arms up against his hold.

“Too much?”

“No!” You yell that a little louder than intended. Fuck, you’re really fucking this up.

“No,” you repeat calmer this time. “I just– If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“That’s what I want, baby.”

“I don’t want it to end so quickly.”

Jungkook grins wide, kissing your cheek. ‘Like I said, once I start, I’m not going to stop.” He wiggles his fingers inside you, pressing up, “not until you beg me.” You’re so worked up he only has to press a couple more times inside and you’re tightening around his fingers, body tensing against him. 

You barely have time to catch your breath before his fingers delve in again, your body shaking trying to keep up with his ministrations. “F-Fuck me,” you moan into his mouth.

“No please this time?” he chuckles, letting go of your wrists, gripping your thigh instead and opening you up wider, pumping his fingers in and out, watching as you fall apart all over again. This time, your orgasm lasts, the intensity deep inside you spreading across your body. When it finally ends, you sigh, softly laughing. 

“Well, I’ve never gotten that reaction before.” You wish you could tell him that was your first orgasm in months that you didn’t have to coax yourself. You almost forgot how good an orgasm like that could feel, how freeing. 

Instead you look at him, a huge grin on your face and eyes sparking, admiring the man before you, happy it was Jungkook you found at the club and not a stranger.

No one has looked at him quite like that before, with starry-eyed reverence that makes everything feel so much more intimate, a deeper connection that he just isn't used to. Jungkook kisses you, trading in the feelings bursting inside him with the familiar need to satisfy his desires, to seek out pleasure in your body, to fuck.

“Yes,” you gasp when he finally pushes your panties to the side and pushes himself inside of you. He is so hard and he moves his hips so differently than you’re used to, long strong rolling strokes that take your breath away and make you feel like you’re going crazy with lust. It feels so good, too good. You need to control yourself.

“Jungkook,” you push against his shoulders, “I-I want to be on top.”

Jungkook’s tongue rolls across his bottom lip, “Then get on top, baby.”

After that night, there was no way you could ever go back to your ex. After the power you felt, the sexuality you embodied again, the joy you felt chasing your high. The pleasure you felt rolling your body over Jungkook’s twitching cock, watching Jungkook’s jaw tense, his brows furrow, his muscles jump and tense all from your touch. No, not after this, this was the best sex of your life.

---

“A-Are you sure? I like seeing you in pleasure,” he massages your ass, pulling you into his lap, “giving you pleasure.”

“You will! I mean, I will be in pleasure. I want it.” You kiss his cheek, cuddle into his chest. “I want you to.” You look at him, gauging his reaction. “I mean, you’ve tied me up before...” Jungkook hums, on the fence. “You don’t want to?”

“I like hurting you,” Jungkook admits almost guiltily.

“I like being hurt.” You whisper, encouragingly.

His hand envelopes yours, he cracks your knuckles and you try to wiggle away from him, laughing. “Ow, that’s not what I had in mind.”

“But I like it,” he pouts, biting your palm.

“Well, if you want to, surprise me, you can anytime. Use my body.”

Jungkook nods.

SECOND TIME

The next morning, you woke up sore all over your body and very hungover. You almost didn’t believe it. Jungkook was kind, he let you stay the night in his bed, and was quietly snoring next to you proving you did in fact hook up with your friend. You left quickly in the morning, but before you had made it out the door Jungkook asked if you wanted to come back for dinner. You knew what he meant, if you wanted to come back and fuck. You said you’d love to.

Of course dinner ended with you straddling Jungkook’s lap, eagerly kissing him, rolling your hips down with increasing urgency the harder he became.

“Fuck, Jimin is a fucking idiot for letting you go.”

“Mmm, let's not talk about him anymore,” you murmur, kissing him harder. But you kept bringing him up during dinner, and though Jungkook didn’t want to admit it, it made him jealous, so he couldn’t help himself bringing him up now.

“I fuck you better than him, don’t I?”

You agree quickly, dismissing his question, but Jungkook wasn’t satisfied, sucking and biting on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder until he saw marks. “Jimin kept this all to himself and didn't appreciate it.”

“I-I really don’t want to talk about him anymore,” you frown.

He stood up, placed you on the tabletop, and cleared away the empty plates. You jumped off the table and leaned against it instead, waiting rather impatiently for him, and when he comes back, he stalks over to you, fingers reaching for the end of your skirt. “Cute,” he says, inching the hem up your thigh, pausing while his dark eyes roam over your body. The tension in the room was too high, too much, and if Jungkook wasn't going to fuck you already, you felt like you were going to go insane. “Did you wear this for me?” He held down the urge to say his friend's name again, it having already left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Yes, of course,” you kiss him softly, unable to resist tasting his lips.

He reaches for your neck, holds you still. Your eyes glaze over, mouth slightly parting, eyes staring at him with the same lust filled look as last night, the same look that made him want to claim you over and over again, to fuck you into submission just so you would look at him like that all the time.

“Turn around.” He gives you one short gruff command and you turn your back to him, breath hitching in your throat when he presses his erection into your ass, caging his body around yours. “Bend over.” This time he guides your back so you lie your body down across his table, your palms pressing flat into the wood. “There you go, stay like that.” Everything he did to you was new and exciting and fun and you didn't want it to end. You've always wanted it rough, wanted someone to want you so intensely they'd let their desire destroy any restraint.

And right now you can feel the cracks in Jungkook's restraints as he lifts your skirt over your ass and yanks the lace of your underwear down to your thighs, admiring how wet you already are for him, fingers running along the opening of your sex, pressing two fingers inside. “So did you go back to him with my cum still inside of you?” he teases.

You arch your back up as he sets a hard fast pace, and he pushes your head down, keeping you still. Your fingers curl, nails scraping across the surface of his table. He pulls out the wet digits and spanks you hard across your ass.

Your stomach flips with desire and adrenaline and guilt, confused, did Jungkook want to make you feel ashamed? Could you even feel shame being this turned on? “I-I don’t live with him anymore. I am staying with Jen.”

The way you talked about Jimin at dinner, it sounded like you missed him. Jungkook was not used to feeling so possessive over someone, especially a friend, especially a hookup. You were just too eager, willing, pliable; so perfect for him. As soon as last night ended he was already thinking about more ways to fuck you, how to bend you, ways to make you come. He just needed to get it out of his system, he just needed to fuck you more, that’s all. He just needed to listen to you cry out in ecstasy, listen to you moan, listen to you laugh.

“How many times has Jimin made you come during sex before?” When you don’t answer his hand comes down on the same cheek hard making you flinch. “Be a good girl and answer me.”

You didn’t like thinking of old memories with your ex, especially when Jungkook currently had two fingers deep inside your pussy, Jungkook's long fingers reaching deeper than Jimin ever could. You didn’t want to think of your ex doing the same thing to you, it made you feel dirty, it made you wetter. “T-Two, almost three.”

“Oh, I can beat that.” His hand moves from the back of your head to grip your shoulder. Jungkook lets his cock slip through your folds, pushing in with one quick thrust, pulling you back with one fluid motion that has you screaming.

SECOND TRY

“Bend over.” Jungkook’s lips hover over yours, catching the skin ever so slightly with his in barely a kiss, just a taste. “Now.”

You turn around quickly, bending in a perfect L, ass pressing firmly into his crotch. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks.

“My boyfr-”

“I don’t see him anywhere?”

“He’s at work,” you say, playing along.

“And he left you all alone? Doesn’t he know how dangerous that can be? What if someone were to find you and fuck you?” He emphasized the last two words by shoving his cock inside you, jolting your body, making you scream.

“Don’t move, don’t try to escape.”

You grunt, and try to push yourself off the table only for Jungkook to grab your arms, pulling them swiftly behind your back as he builds up a steady pace, thrusting in and out and taking his time with you defiling you.

“Yes,” you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, filled so deliciously full by Jungkook’s cock.

“Yes? What about your boyfriend? Are you a fucking whore?” Jungkook rolls his hips into yours, pulling out only to shove you full of himself again in one hard fluid motion that makes you moan again. “You like this dick? Dirty slut.”

“Ahh, fuck!” you grunt, clenching around his solid length every time he rotates his hips against you.

“You like getting fucked by a stranger, huh? You like cheating on him?” He presses a palm down onto your back, holding you down so tight your chest stings. You let out a soft unconvincing no, lifting your ass up to meet his thrusts.

“Stop,” Jungkook mutters, “I don’t like it,” he pulls away from you, leaving you empty and unfulfilled, groaning at the suddenness of his change in demeanor. Trying to get your bearrings, you slowly turn around to a very upset looking Jungkook buttoning his pants.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“Do you like the idea of cheating on me?”

“What?”

“Do you want to cheat on me?”

“Are you getting jealous...of yourself?”

“No-” he rolls his eyes.

“Really, because you seem upset-”

“Well, why did you like it so much?!” Jungkook always acted jealous. You liked it if you were being honest, you preferred it to the aloof way your ex treated you, but this was another level, it was laughable, but witnessing the anger in his eyes made you rethink joking it off.

“Because of you! I thought that’s what you were t-trying to do? You don’t want me to want you?”

“I d-do, but I thought the whole point-”

“Well,” you sigh, exasperated, “maybe be rougher then!”

Jungkook slaps you across the face, hits you the hardest he’s ever hit you. Your head swings to the side from his force, momentarily stunned by his action. He makes you face him again, pulling you into a rushed kiss, hands covering your cheeks, and the side he hit you throbs against his palm. Your try to pry his hands off your face, push him away so you can breathe, because you don’t know whether he hit you because you asked or because he is genuinely angry at you.

“Jungkook-” you stumble backwards, feel the world tilt when Jungkook lifts you over his shoulder. “Jungkook!” You gasp, his heavy weight on you once your body hits the sheets of your shared bed, arms pulled behind you again and tied together this time.

You don’t have a lot of time to think about what to do before Jungkook is scissoring his fingers inside you, pulling your hair and bending your body back at an uncomfortable angle. You don’t know what to do, let him manhandle you in a way that makes your nerve endings tingle, or stop him, Jungkook is mad and the lines are becoming blurred. His finger plays with your wetness, gathering your slick and running along your rim. You pull against the restraints, you should speak up, but he was finally giving in to your twisted fantasies. Why did Jungkook have to be upset with you!

Jungkook groaned as his cock entered into your tight hole. “Wait!” You weren’t opposed to anal, but Jungkook usually took him time stretching you out and making things as comfortable for you as possible. You reach out your tied hands, and his hard stomach knocks into you with every sharp thrust. He pushes in deep to an agonizing pressure. “Yellow.”

“What?” He stills, cock still buried deep inside you.

“…yellow.”

You try to wiggle your fingers against your bodies to get him to move. He pulls away from you slowly. “H-Hold on.” You breath through your mouth, “Okay.” You shudder when he pulls away from you completely.

Jungkook lifts himself up, also steadies his breathing. “Y/n?”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I am not.” But you can hear the clear edge of his voice.

“Yes, yes you are.” You sigh. You turnover on your back, “W-We can’t do something like this when you’re mad...”

“I’m sorry, I just realized I didn’t like that kind of role play.” Jungkook huffs, pulling you closer to his side.

“Okay, we will pretend I’m single?”

Jungkook frowns, “I don’t like that either.”

“Aish. All I want is you, I would never, ever cheat on you.” You cuddle into his side. “Can’t you tell?” You joke.

“Then it’s still me, and we can pretend you’re still dating someone else-”

“No anal either.”

“Whyyy?” Jungkook pouts.

“It didn’t feel good at all,” you wince.

“I’m sorry.” He pulls you into a hug, “…What if I find a way to make it feel good?” He encourages, lips lifting into a half smile.

“Maybe,” you laugh. “But that was…good. What you did,” you look down at his fingers playing with yours. “That’s what I want.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Did want to try again?”

“No, right now I just want to love you,” he grins, rolling on top of you.

THIRTY FOURTH TIME (not that you were counting anymore)

“Where’s y/n? She’s supposed to be here,” Jimin asks Jen. It was the group’s monthly game night, and apart from the tense exchanges when you came over to grab some more clothes, he hasn’t been able to talk to you, or reconcile like he wants to. He just wanted you back, everything back to the way it was. He didn’t realize how much you did for him, how lonely it was without you there. Jimin is hoping tonight he can finally talk to you and convince you to give him another chance.

“Oh, um, she’s here somewhere, I gotta go, uh, refill the chips!”

“Shh.” Jungkook whispers as you let out a particularly loud moan. Even if your sounds were muffled behind his palm, you still needed to quiet yourself. “You’re being too loud, we’re going to get caught.” He ends the sentence with a hard thrust, knocking you into the bathroom mirror. You glare at him, unable to voice your retort and he laughs. You whimper when he picks up the pace, so close to release. This is the second time tonight you and Jungkook disappeared at the same time together. Both of you were doing a very poor job at hiding your new upgraded relationship from your friends, so poor in fact, that all your friends had to pretend they didn’t notice how you were unusually handsy together or that only one of two bathrooms in your friend's house were occupied when you both said you needed to go. So when Jimin showed up, everyone became unusually animated…and loud.

You hear someone yell, “Hey Jimin!” from your friend’s living room. You tap Jungkook on the head, tugging on his hair. He looks up, face between your legs. “If I come again, I won’t be able to make it through game night.”

“Ask Jen for some coffee.” He licks across your nub, arms massaging and pulling at your thighs, eyes looking up at you wide and hopeful. How could you deny him, when he looks so ridiculously cute and sexy at the same time.

“Hmm okay,” you open your legs wider, pushing the hair out of Jungkook’s eyes.

-

“Hey!” Jungkook reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand and embrace him while you make a beeline to the couch.

“Oh, h-hey.” He looks over Jungkook’s shoulder to your retreating figure.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Hi,” you put on your best smile to keep the peace during game night, falling into the space between your friends Namjoon and Hoseok.

“You look beautiful, you look great.”

Jungkook jumps on the couch, next to you. “Yeah, she does,” he says, pushing you over into Namjoon, “Scoot over!” He whines, leaning back into the small space, arms across the couch cushions an over your shoulders and Hoseok’s shoulders. “What are we playing?” He asks the group, leaning over into your side, arm casually draping over your frame.

“What about jenga?”

“What about scrabble?”

“I love scrabble,” you say.

Jungkook turns to you, “Why haven’t we played scrabble?”

“Because I will make you cry with how badly I beat you with my extensive scrabble knowledge,” you laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

“It’s true, she’s really good.” Jimin speaks up, looking over at you. He smiles softly when he catches your attention. Your lips curl up without you meaning to as you laugh to yourself, remembering he stopped playing scrabble with you because you kept beating him. Jungkook looks between you and the smile you shared, chewing on his bottom lip.

“What about pictionary?”

“Teams?”

“Our side verses your side,” Jungkook adds, gesturing between the couches. Hand still around your shoulder, Jimin watches from across the room as Jungkook whispers something into your ear. You giggle and Jimin can't help but roll his eyes, small knives of jealousy stabbing into his chest as he takes another long sip of his beer.

-

“Oh no, all the ice is gone.”

“I’ll make Hoseok go grab some from his fridge,” Jen says behind you. Living in the same building as one of your friends has some advantages.

“So, you and Jungkook make a cute couple.” You stutter out a what, vehemently denying it and she laughs, “I’m just kidding! But you two are very close now, huh? You totally have, ‘the glow.’”

“I’m just being friendly,” you busy yourself with clearing away trash, “we’re good friends.”

“Just be careful,” she says, avoiding your eyes. “I know you’re trying to get over Jimin, but…Jungkook...just be careful.”

“I-I’m n-not-”

“Y/n, he literally won’t stop staring at your ass. He’s doing it right now.” she whispers, nudging your shoulder with her own inconspicuously, “look.”

She sure was right, Jungkook is shamelessly watching you, as if you were back at the club again, but you were doing the dishes! This man will be the death of you.

You can’t help but laugh, “It’s not serious, I promise! He’s just really fun to be around, and he’s funny, and makes me feel...I don’t know...”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. You know how he is. I think I’ve seen him in one real relationship since high school.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “Well, anyways, I’m glad you're happy. I’ve never seen you this smiley! Must be some good dick, huh?” She elbows you.

You cover your face with your palm groaning, and then peak at her between your fingers, nodding shyly.

-

Jimin finds you in huddled in an arm chair with Jungkook, flicking a bottle cap string between each other. Your legs are lying across his lap where Jungkook is annoyingly resting his hand atop.

“Noooo,” you pout, having been the one to flick off the bottle cap string, you take a sip of the tiny liquor bottle you’re holding, giggling together, in your own little bubble.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?”

Jungkook answers for you, “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Jimin tries to calm his anger and jealousy, but the way Jungkook had to say it, Jimin curses, so full of himself. “I didn’t ask you.”

Jungkook looks away, chewing on his bottom lip, laughing to himself, “Well, I’m telling you, just leave her alone, don’t make a scene-”

Jimin waves his hand at the pair of you, “What is this? Some fucking joke?”

Jungkook leans back sighing, elbows above his head, “What are you talking about?”

“Why the fuck are you all over my girl-”

“She’s not your girl anymore-”

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, frustration building, “So what, you plan to swoop in like a fucking vulture because she’s the only woman you haven’t been able to fuck in a ten mile radius?”

Oh, Jungkook wishes he could tell him truth, throw it in his face every time he’s had you, but the horrified look on your face as you watch their argument is the only thing keeping him from shattering Jimin’s world.

“Let’s just all take a deep relaxing breath, yeah?”

Jimin spins around, directing his anger at Jen. “You think this shit is okay?”

“You said you were going to be fine if-”

“Well I didn’t expect my own friend would pull this shit, but Jungkook, you will literally try to stick your dick in anything, won’t you?! Even my ex-girlfriend!” Jimin yells, now being held back by Namjoon, “You know once he gets what he wants from you, y/n, he's going to leave you like every other fucking girl he does this to!”

Shit, what are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say? Jimin and Jungkook look ready to tear each other's faces off and all your friends are looking at you now.

“Okay Jimin, let’s go talk-”

Jungkook stops you, reaching out to hold your hand. “I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't treat you like that, and I would never treat you how he did.” He glares at Jimin.

You know all the rumors, but the way you and Jungkook have talked about your pasts, Jungkook sharing his past relationships with pain he tries to hide under easygoingness. You know they have perceptions of you too, wrong ones, and you just don't care what they have to say.

You take a deep breath, whispering to Jungkook, “Be direct?” Jungkook's eyes widen in acknowledgement, and you turn back to your ex.

“Jimin, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be with you.”

“Y/n, please let’s just talk in private,” he pleads with you.

You sigh, “Okay, well, before we go and do that, I just want you to know, I believe Jungkook.” You hold your breath. “I believe him because we already had sex. A lot. Lots of sex.”

“I’m so glad I came over,” Hoseok whispers to Taehyung.

Jimin stop struggling against Namjoon and stares at you, his mouth partly open in shock.

“And before you blame Jungkook, I kissed him first!” You shield Jungkook because it looks like Jimin is about to punch him.

Jimin stands still, jaw clenched. “You kissed him?”

“Yes...and it was the best decision of my life,” you give Jungkook a weak hopeful smile.

“I wish I was recording this, Jin is never going to believe me.” Taehyung whispers to Hoseok. Hoseok shakes his head.

Jungkook looks at you in awe. “I think I am in love with you.”

“Holy shit, record this, record this!” Hoseok hisses.

THIRD TRY

“Did you forget your-” you never utter the word keys, just stare at your boyfriend and the way he leans against the door frame, watching you with downcast eyes. You feel heat rise inside of you at his silent hardened stare, usual sweet round eyes now sharp and full of desire, his jaw clenched, his demeanor changed and unrecognizable.

“Are you alone?”

Nodding, you try to calm your jitteriness. Dark butterflies in the pit of your stomach fluttering up into your throat, ready to fly even higher at his attention. 

“Yes.” Your throat tightens and you can barely get the words out, “My boyfriend is at work.”

Jungkook smiles, head cocked to the side, places an arm against the doorframe to keep the entry way open. He inches closer to you, watching you like prey about to be caught.

“Perfect.” He steps a foot inside.

You take one last look at the devastatingly handsome man in front of you, take a deep breath, push your butterflies down and spin around, adrenaline entering your limbs as you take off at full speed back into your apartment.

But Jungkook is so much faster than you and catches you in seconds. Hand in your hair, other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you back abruptly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls you off your feet. You knew Jungkook was strong, you saw how fast he could kick and punch when training, but he never really used his full strength against you. Even now he still wasn't using everything he had, and no matter how hard you kicked or tried to pry his hands off of you, there was no give, Jungkook remained locked like a vice around your body.

He drops you short of the bed, landing on hard carpet of your bedroom. Before you can readjust your body he's using his strength against you once again, straddling your hips and pinning you to the ground. So you slap him. A hit that completely unphases him, his mind too high on adrenaline and excitement, he looks down at you like he's expecting you to hit him again.

So you hit him across the other cheek, watch his eyes light up like you’ve given him the best present, exactly what he wanted. He slaps you harder, swifter. The noise rings loud inside your quiet bedroom. The pain momentarily stunning you, weakening your fight, and Jungkook takes the opportunity to flip you around, his thighs holding your legs together, he massages and kneads your ass through the thin material of your leggings.

“Fuck, you have such a nice ass.” His usual cheerful sweet voice is gruff now, a deep low whisper. “But first I want your mouth.”

You feel his weight leave your legs, his boots tread across the carpet as he stands up. You lift yourself up, look up at the calm man before you. He nods to the hallway, “Go ahead, try.”

You know it’s futile, Jungkook is going to easily catch you again, pin you to the ground again, your body is going to be his, no matter what you do. The idea that you can’t stop this, that running is exactly what he wants you to do, well, it makes you run.

He catches you in the hallway, knocks you down, keeps a tight grip on your jaw, his crotch pressed to your face, he rubs his dick across your lips and cheeks, pushes himself inside your mouth until you’re choking. He moans out, vocal in how good it feels to have your lips stretched around his cock, rutting into your face, he forces his cock down your throat, barely giving you enough time to inhale air. Minutes tick by, your face getting progressively more sloppy with spit and cum and tears as you try to keep up with his thrusts, and before you know it, he's filling your mouth, waiting until you swallow everything down before he removes his cock.

You gasp for air, your entire body already sore from his face fucking, you muscles aching from tensing every time he stole your breath away, over and over again. You look to your feet, notice Jungkook's unruly hair against your stomach, him momentarily hugging your waist before he moves lower, hand running down your body until he reaches your ankle.

He pushes off his knee, standing up, your ankle still in his grip.

You heave in air as you are pulled, you grab the closest thing you can reach, the edge of your hall closet door, fingers trying to hold onto the raised wood as he pulls your body back to the bedroom.

“F-uuck..” Jungkook had you, leggings ripped down to your thighs, shirt and bra pulled off, face down to the mattress. He stroked across your slit, shocked at how drenched you were. “You’re dripping all over my fingers. You’re so wet. I bet I could just-” he presses three fingers inside you, stretching you out, making you scream and shudder. His thumb rubs circles into your clit. “Ahh yes, dirty little slut, you’re mine now.”

“G-Get off of me.”

Jungkook chuckles, arm flexing while he rocks his hand into at a steady pace. “Make me stop, then,” he leans over you, warm breath in your ear, “But you’re not going to, are you? You’re going to cum around my fingers like a good little girl, and you’re going to take my cock all night long,” he whispers, “And no matter how much you beg or cry, you’re going to take it.”

You nod, heart jumping out your ribcage, wound so tight you feel lightheaded, you pussy throbbing around his digits.

“Now, think about all the things I’m about to do to you. Now, cum.”

---

“Did you like it?”

Jungkook rubs soap across your chest, “Yeah, but let’s just, umm, take it easy for a while. My back hurts,” he laughs. “Am I getting old?”

“No...maybe,” you giggle, sinking lower into the hot relaxing water.

“You can be on top for awhile,” he says, head above yours, his cute round eyes staring into yours in the opposite direction. You smile, nodding excitedly.

“Right now?”

“Aish woman.”

“I’m too sore,” you laugh. “What about you?” you tilt your head back, kissing his chin. “Any fantasies?”

---

Ever find a story in your WIPs you forgot you started and think well, it’s time to finish that. Anyways I hope you enjoyed another installment of my shameless smut + terrible plot series. :’D

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Wedding Crashers [Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X GN!Reader]

Summary: As one of Bradley’s most treasured companions from his early Navy days, you’ve been lucky enough to find yourself at his side more and more. However, no amount of caffeine-fueled rendezvous and shameless fun prepares you for the moment he asks you to be his plus one at Maverick’s wedding.

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol consumption, (spoilers!) a heated make out session, and implied sexual encounters

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: Man, oh man. This one sure got out of hand. Did I intend to write this much? Absolutely not. But I am just a slave to the feral little writer in my head and they said they needed more. I’m also tempted to pull a Crawlin’ Back to You and create a NSFW sequel like I did for Cobb Vanth so we’ll see what the people have to say...(No beta as usual. Just me, myself, and the feral little voice in my head.)

“How would you feel about crashing Mav’s wedding?”

Now there’s a question you weren’t expecting to hear at nine in the morning.

Ever since Bradley made the decision to stay in San Diego after the big mission that reunited him with his surrogate uncle, the two of you have been meeting for coffee at Ferry Landing every Sunday. It started as an accident, really—you bumped into each other one morning, not realizing the other person was still in town and decided to catch up over lattes and pastries. It’s not every day that you get a chance to rekindle a friendship from your Navy days. Especially when that friendship is with one of the best pilots that has ever graced North Island’s runway.

You stare blankly at him for a moment as you process his inquiry. “You’re joking.”

“Mmm…” He narrows his eyes, tilting his head and biting his lip in faux deliberation. “I wish I was. But no. I am not sitting through a long, boring and ridiculously outdated ceremony by myself.”

“Bradley, you’re his best man. You’re gonna be right up there with him!”

He groans. “I know! I just—Please. Don’t make me brave this one alone. I’ve gotta stand in front of a hundred-plus people in matching suit and tie with a bunch of dudes I barely know. Then what? Have drinks with Mav’s crotchety old Navy friends?”

“He’s not a grandpa, dummy.”

“Good point. Now that you mention it, I’d probably be more excited to share a beer with a group of grandfathers than those geeze—Ow!”

A quick jab of your fist against his shoulder silences whatever other bratty comments he has sitting on the back burner.

“Fine,” you say with a pointed glare. “If it’ll get you to stop whining, I’ll go.”

His face lights up like night sky. You can tell he tries to hide it, but it’s harder for him to contain his youthful jubilance than it is for Top Gun cockpit jockeys to keep it in their pants. “Really?”

“Yes. But you owe me. Big time.”

“Okay. Yeah. Great. Whatever you want!”

His arms ensnare you in a rib-crunching hug. All the air is sucked out of your lungs and, for a split second, your feet clear the earth from the sheer force of his embrace. If it wasn’t for the fact that you placed your drink on the railing of the rickety wooden pier, you’d be coated in a blend of espresso and hot milk by now.

“Jesus, Bradley,” you groan as he places you back down, “I didn’t know the idea of getting stuck at a wedding was such a fucking nightmare.”

“Hey, getting shot down in an F-18 after blowing up an unsanctioned enemy uranium enrichment plant can really change your perspective on things.”

You scoff. “Right. I’ll be sure to squeeze that into my schedule next week so I can understand where you’re coming from a little bit better.”

“If that’s what it takes for you to get me,” he replies with a crooked smirk.

An agreeable lull settles over the conversation as you both look out at the bay. With crisp waters backdropped by the San Diego skyline and impossibly blue, cloudless skies, it’s a view you’ll never cease to enjoy. Having Bradley at your side to soak it in with you makes it all the more surreal.

“Why me?” It’s a valid question, one that’s been bugging you from the moment he asked you to go with him.

His face contorts into an almost painful expression of bewilderment. “What do you mean, why you?”

“I mean, why are you asking me to be your plus one. You’re basically an A-list celebrity around here and I’m sure there’s an astronomic number of people who’d be thrilled to go with you. I’m just saying, I don’t see why I’d be the first person you wanna ask.”

“Okay, first off, I’m C-list at best. Secondly, who said you were the first?”

As calm, cool and collected as you try to be about the situation, it’s impossible to keep all of your emotion locked up in a box. Your face falls at his remark.

“Oh. That’s—Yeah. No. You’re right. I don’t know why I thought—“

The flat, almost unreadable look he’s been giving you vanishes in an instant. A humongous grin stretches out from ear to ear in its place. “Hey. I’m kidding. Of course you’re the first! Who else would I wanna ask? Natasha? Hangman?”

You both cringe at the very mention of Jake Seresin’s call sign. Never in your life have you met a more unbearably cocky person. And you only spent thirty minutes in a room with the guy. You can’t imagine just how insufferable he is up in the air.

“Seriously,” he adds as his hand finds a resting place between your shoulder blades, “I’m asking you because I want to. Because I can’t think of a better person to crash a wedding with.”

At this point, you’re not sure if you’re blushing or not. And frankly, you can’t blame yourself if you are. You’ve always known that the bond the two of you share runs deep, but a part of you has always hesitated to believe that you actually play a significant role in his life. Why would you? He’s Bradley fucking Bradshaw. And you’re…Well, you.

But apparently being you is enough.

You grin. “Well, consider me your wingman.”

The gleeful twinkle in his eye shines even brighter at your response. You don’t know how it’s possible, but somehow this spunky golden retriever of a man manages it. “You’re my wingman? Nah, fuck that bullshit. I’m yours, sweetheart.”

***

The day of the wedding comes much faster than you expected. It seems like just yesterday that Bradley was asking you to be his plus one but somehow that’s a whole month and a half ago now. Time is the universe’s most nefarious trickster.

You’ve spent far too much time trying to figure out what you want to wear. Weddings aren’t exactly your forte, especially having spent most of your time surrounded by military brats who, between the toxic masculine mindset and the constant anxiety of being one phone call away from a suicide mission, are afraid of commitment. Getting invited to a wedding by one of your former Navy buddies is about as likely as a thunderstorm in San Diego.

But hey, you’ve managed to pull something nice together for this shindig. It’s not Tom Ford or Louis Vuitton nice but it’s still quite the look. The outfit hugs all the right places and is undeniably flattering. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, it leaves very little up to the imagination in certain parts of your body. Who can complain about turning a few heads because their ass looks good?

“Holy shit,” Bradley gawks as he watches you descend the steps into the parking lot of your apartment complex. “You look amazing.”

Yeah, can’t help but blush at that.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Bradshaw,” you reply with a coy smile.

Dressed in a sharp, black tuxedo, he looks incredible. How a man who is a ten on even his worst days manages to get even more attractive is beyond you. 

“I clean up when I want to,” he says proudly.

“I can tell.”

He gives you a once over, soaking in every detail of your outfit. When his eyes trace over the more…personal aspects of your figure, he makes no effort to hide it. He’s looking and he wants you to know it.

Despite the butterflies in your stomach and the color in your cheeks, you manage to play it cool and roll your eyes. “Alright, would you quit checking me out and get in the damn car? You can’t crash a wedding if you don’t actually go to it.”

He smirks at your flustered diversion but turns to pry open the passenger door of his Jeep. “After you, my dear.”

Once you climb in and he shuts the door behind you, he circles around to hop in the driver’s seat. Rather than start the car, however, he turns to you and holds his hand out, palm up as if waiting to receive something.

You eye him quizzically. “What?”

“Where’s my tip?”

“Your tip?”

He fakes offense. “Uh, yeah! You really expect me to chauffeur your ass across town and provide unbeatable, gentlemanly service, and you’re not going to tip me?”

“Oh my gosh, you’re right. I’m so sorry. Hold on.” You pat your lap and hips, pretending to search your person for a wallet. “Ah-ha! Here it is. For you, my good sir.”

You give him the middle finger with both hands.

He barks out a laugh and nods enthusiastically. “Fair enough,” he says as he starts the engine. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand. Next stop: holy matrimony.”

***

Though the ceremony itself is far from exciting, the venue is stunning. Maverick, being Maverick, managed to work some magic and secured the entirety of Harbor Island Park for the big day. With the San Diego skyline to the east and North Island directly across the bay, it’s the perfect spot for the occasion.

The entire time vows are being exchanged, your eyes wander to the groomsmen standing behind Maverick. Standing up there with a big smile on his face and admiration in his eyes, Bradley watches as his father’s best friend finally gets to say “I do.” 

Every now and then, he steals a glance your way. You lock eyes, share the tiniest grin, and both end up biting your lips to keep from drawing attention to yourselves. 

Though you won’t admit it, there’s another, less innocent reason you have to avert your eyes so quickly each time. Yes, this is Maverick’s big day and he is glowing up there with Penny’s hands in his. But, as much as it drives you crazy to even think about, there’s another man stealing the spotlight with his broad shoulders and bright eyes. The more you look at him, the harder it gets to look away. And man, would it be a treat to see all that Bradley Bradshaw has to offer.

***

The dinner is exceptional. And not just because it’s being held in a waterfront restaurant with floor to ceiling windows that overlook the harbor. While you’re no wedding food aficionado, you’re pretty certain that this is the best meal you could possibly ask for at such an event. It tastes like heaven and the preparation is infuriatingly impeccable. Honestly, who the hell takes the time to make little sauce flowers on the plate of every single guest? It should be illegal.

You’re sitting alone at the reception table while Bradley fetches you both another glass of champagne when you hear a vaguely familiar voice utter your name. It sounds strange. Not in an uncomfortable way, but in a “I know you so well even though you and I have never met” kind of way.

Sure enough, you find yourself looking up into the impossibly hopeful eyes of Pete Mitchell. Though you and Bradley have known each other for years and have spent a lot of time together in recent months, you have never once gotten the chance to meet the man behind so many of your friend’s life stories. Guess it was only a matter of time. You are at his wedding, after all.

Clambering to your feet, you instinctively raise your arm to salute him. “Captain Mitchell. Sir. It’s an honor.”

With a chuckle, he reaches out and grabs your arm, lowering it back down to your side. “Please,” he says. “The only time anyone seems to call me Captain Mitchell around here is when I’m getting reprimanded. Maverick is fine. Or Mav, if you wanna save yourself a couple syllables.”

“In that case, it’s nice to meet you, Maverick. I hope you don’t mind me being here.”

“Not at all,” he beams—his smile is ludicrously bright and charming in a way that almost makes you nervous to be on the receiving end. “I was actually hoping I’d get the chance to introduce myself sooner or later.“

You blink. Now that’s a statement you weren’t expecting to hear. “Really?”

“Of course! I’ve been eager to meet the person Bradley speaks so highly of.”

“He’s mentioned me?”

Maverick laughs again. “Once or twice,” he replies. “And by once or twice, I mean you’re just about all he talks about whenever we catch up.”

There’s definitely color in your cheeks now. It shouldn’t be a surprise. Seriously. Of course he’s mentioned you. You’re someone he spends a lot of time around. At the very least, he’s shared a story or two with Maverick about your caffeine-fueled Sunday shenanigans or late night phone calls.

“Hey, Mav.”

Both you and Maverick find yourselves turning sharply at the sound of Bradley’s voice. Just as expected, he’s got a glass of champagne in each hand. He hands you one and places the other on the table next to you before giving Maverick a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming, Bradley,” Maverick says as he clings to the fabric at Bradley’s shoulder.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

When they separate, the two exchange gentle smiles. There’s so much admiration in their eyes—the kind of admiration that only comes from shared experience and years of devotion. Bradley may not be his son, but it’s clear that Maverick would do everything in his power to protect him.

“I see the two of you have finally met,” Bradley notes as he snags his glass from the table.

“That’s right,” Maverick says.

Bradley’s eyes jump between the two of you. “And?”

“And we were just discussing how nice it is to put a face to the name after all these years,” you explain. A smirk pricks at the edge of your lip. “Especially since you seem to spend a lot of time gushing about me to poor Maverick here.”

Never before have you seen Bradley Bradshaw grow that red, that fast. Whatever supplier he gets his daily dose of confidence from has apparently gone out of business because the signature Rooster smile that you’ve grown accustom to seeing flees his face faster than a supersonic jet. He’s embarrassed. Scandalized, even.

He’s never looked cuter.

“Great. So glad you two are getting along,” Bradley mutters. “I’m gonna take that as I sign that I need to spend a little more time at the bar.”

He slinks back a step and is about to turn and head away but Maverick intercepts him with a hand on the shoulder. “Hey, hey, hey. Relax. I’ll get out of your hair. The groom’s gotta make rounds and say hi to everybody before people start getting too drunk or too bored to stick around.”

Maverick yanks Bradley into another hug, then turns to smile at you. 

“It was nice meeting you, Maverick,” You say as offer your hand, assuming he intends to shake it.

To your surprise, however, he doesn’t take it. Instead, he wraps you up in his arms and gives you a hug. You nearly melt. To be welcomed so wholly by the person who means more to Bradley than anything in the world is something you can’t possibly take for granted.

When he releases you, he lets his hand rest on your shoulder. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon. In the meantime, keep an eye on this son of a bitch for me, would ya? He’s trouble.”

The ear to ear grin that finds your lips threatens to crack your face wide open. “Yeah, I know,” you reply. “That’s kinda why I keep him around.”

“Good. Now, you two go have fun!”

You watch for a moment as Maverick strolls over to the next table and shakes hands with another pair of guests. When Bradley clears his throat, you turn your attention back to him. There’s still a faint pink tint in his cheeks but overall, the chagrin that had stricken him during the conversation with Maverick appears to a have diminished.

“So…?”

The puzzled expression on his face is almost too amusing for you to hold in a chuckle. “So, what?”

“So, what’s the play for the remainder of the evening? Surely you don’t plan on sitting at an over-decorated banquet table all night.”

“Absolutely not. I’d rather suck Hangman’s dick.”

“Gross.”

“Exactly.” He takes a massive gulp of champagne and unbuttons his suit jacket to loosen up. “The plan is: get trashed to the point where the floor becomes the ceiling and the walls are made of liquid, then—without a single sober brain cell left to hold me back—embarrass the ever-loving fuck out of myself by tearing the dance floor to shreds.”

You bark out a laugh. “I really hope you aren’t expecting me to do the same.”

“C’mon. You’re really gonna ride the bench while I carry Team Wedding Crasher to the championship?”

You consider his words for a moment. As much as you detest the idea of making a fool out of yourself in front of several dozen well-dressed strangers, you find the sheer possibility of disappointing Bradley to be even worse. Besides, life’s too short to give a shit about what a bunch of middle-aged Navy officers think of you.

“Alright, wingman,” you declare with a smirk. “Let’s give ‘em hell.”

***

Hell hath risen. 

Not for the partygoers, of course. The devil spares their innocent souls this round. Instead, you and Bradley have found yourselves consumed by the cursed flames of alcohol’s aftermath. The drunk bliss you’ve enjoyed for the past few hours has faded, leaving behind a brutal malady of headaches and nausea. So here you are, kneeling on the tiles of an upscale restaurant bathroom with your head in the toilet.

“You alright in there?” Bradley asks from the other side of the door.

The groan you utter in response is far cry from conveying a coherent thought, but he takes it as an answer nonetheless. He pushes open the door—which, bless your drunken ass for being too lazy to lock it—and crouches down next to you. A gentle hand begins rubbing your back.

“How you feelin’?”

“Never better,” you manage to grumble as you lay your head on the arm you’ve draped across the toilet seat. “How ‘bout you?”

“I feel like dog shit.”

“Great.”

He chuckles and takes hold of your forearms to help you to your feet. “Let’s free up the bathroom and go get some air.”

Clinging to his arm like a frail, old grandparent, the two of you make your way outside. The earth isn’t swaying anymore but man, your legs want absolutely nothing to do with getting your body from point A to point B. Thankfully, Bradley seems to have enough mental and physical strength for the both of you.

A short walk down the path that lines the rocky shoreline later, you find yourselves back at the park where the wedding ceremony had been held earlier that evening. All the chairs and decorations are gone. The only sign of celebration that remains are a few pink and white flower petals nestled in the grass.

Bradley helps you ease yourself down on one of the waterfront benches before taking a seat next to you. With his bowtie undone and his hair disheveled, he looks far less put together than the man who’d stolen glances at you during the ceremony and yet, he still maintains that aura of charm that makes it impossible for you not to swoon.

“How are you so put together?” You ask. “I’m pretty sure you had twice as much to drink as I did and I’m the one getting pried off the bathroom floor.”

He smirks. “Guess I’m just that tough.”

The flat, unamused look on your face must communicate your disbelief perfectly because he chuckles and runs a hand through his hair.

“I’m kidding,” he adds. “Pretty sure I’m going to go full Exorcist on my bathroom the second I get home.”

“That’s hot.”

You both laugh.

A pleasant silence falls over the bench as you both look out at the water. Reflections of the city lights dance across the waves like sea-bound stars. The gentle breeze that kisses your skin brings with it a comforting chill that perfectly balances out the discomforting heat of your impending hangover. You still feel like crap but it turns out a beautiful view works wonders when it comes to distracting a person from suffering.

After a moment, you dare to peer at Bradley from the corner of your eye. He looks so at peace. There’s the tiniest smile lingering at his mouth and the way his attention is torn from the bay every time a plane flies overhead reminds you of the unbreakable optimism of a child. How can a man so handsome and resolute be so gentle? How can that gentleness be a privilege you’ve become so familiar with?

“Thank you.”

He’s not looking at you when he says it, but you tear your eyes from his face as if you’ve been caught anyway.

“For what?” You ask.

“For coming with me tonight. I know weddings aren’t the most exciting thing in the world, but it means a lot to me that you came anyway.”

You study his expression closely. It’s hard to place your finger on why, but you get the sense that he genuinely hadn’t expected you to say yes. 

“I’m glad you asked me,” you admit quietly.

He turns his head to look at you. “Really?”

You nod.

“Good.” He exhales. The blissful smile on his face curls into something more playful. “I was worried you might regret the whole thing after I peeled you off the dance floor.”

“Y’know what? That blonde bitch is lucky I was too hammered to tussle. If I were sober enough to plot my revenge, I would’ve snapped the heel off one of her stilettos and watched her stumble into the dessert table. I mean, c’mon! Who trips a person throwing it back to Lady Gaga?”

“That should be a federal offense.”

“Seriously!”

There’s another lull in the conversation. It’s not a bad thing by any means, but it definitely makes you wonder what is going on inside the man’s head. He may not be as outspoken as other Navy pilots like Hangman, but he certainly isn’t shy either.

“There’s one thing I’m disappointed I didn’t get to do tonight though.”

You raise your brow at the comment. “What’s that?”

“I never got the chance to ask you to dance.”

“What are you talking about?” A huff of laughter rolls off your tongue. “We literally just spent the last two hours dancing!”

He considers your reply. “Yeah, that’s not quite the dancing I’m talking about.”

Oh.

Oh.

You blink. With your jaw hanging loose from its hinges and your eyes wide, you must look like a grade-A idiot.

“You…Wanted to slow dance with me?”

“Is that really such a surprise?”

And just like that, your cheeks are turning red and whatever hope you had for staying calm, cool and collected about the whole thing has skipped town. 

“N-no!” You stammer. “Well, yes. But it shouldn’t be. I mean, you asked me to be your plus one at a wedding so I really shouldn’t be shocked. That’s kinda the whole point of plus ones, right? I guess I just never expected you to actually want me to be that kind of plus one. And I know that probably makes zero sense now that I say that out loud but it’s just—“

“Hey.”

The remainder of your blabbering monologue dies on your tongue when he reaches over to cup your jaw in his hand. His fingertips caress the delicate skin just below your ear while his thumb strokes your cheek with timid curiosity. 

There it is. That sweet-tempered charisma that you’ve been so fascinated by. Oh, what a privilege. What a dangerously addictive privilege to be on the receiving end of such an unrivaled indulgence.

“Bradley,” you exhale. 

You don’t know why you say his name. You don’t even know why you say anything at all. It just sort of slips out, as if you’ve been holding it in all night. And the way his pupils dilate ever so slightly as your voice floats into his ear makes it clear that he’s been waiting just as long to hear you say it.

He’s staring at your lips now. It’s painfully obvious and he doesn’t give a damn. He’s telling you exactly what he wants without uttering a single word. As if to seal a letter of his desire, the thumb on your cheek glides over to brush the corner of your mouth.

The beating of your heart is deafening. Sure, the sound of the waves colliding with the rocks just a few steps away is irritatingly loud but they sound like they’re a mile away in comparison to the thudding in your ear. What you would give to tune it all out right now.

Fearful that he’ll take your silence as an indication that he’s crossed a boundary, you lean into his hand and kiss the pad of his thumb. His breath catches in his throat. The fingers at your jaw twitch. His thumb, now pressed to the center of your mouth, traces your bottom lip with the measured stroke of an artist smearing paint across his canvas. Never before have you felt so delightfully fragile.

“Fuck,” he whispers with the desperation of a man forced to sin. “You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now…”

You nearly choke on the lump in your throat. A reply lingers in the back of your mind: then why don’t you? But, as if he can hear your every thought, he answers before the question can breach your vocal cords.

His tongue dips out to wet his lips. “But I know if I do, I might not ever want to stop.”

Just like that, the sense of helplessness that you’ve been feeling gives way to unrestrained desire. You want this. You need this. You don’t even know what this is but you aren’t about to let it slip away.

Fingers curling around his wrist, you squeeze his forearm like a vice. “I don’t give a damn if I suffocate,” you growl. “Kiss me right now or I swear to God, I’ll rip that mustache off your face.”

Maybe threatening a man isn’t the most romantic thing you could have said but it gets the job done. His lips instantly come crashing into yours. It’s so fast, so passionate that it draws a small gasp from your lungs.

Instinct takes hold of your body as your hands blindly seek shelter somewhere in the sanctuary of his body. One hand ends up clinging to his shoulder while the other curls around the back of his head to bury itself amongst the fine hairs on the nape of his neck. Fingernails scrape their way up his scalp until his tongue dips into your mouth and drives you to anchor yourself to the earth by grasping at a fistful of his hair.

You tug. He groans. The sound rumbles like an earthquake in his chest and tickles a primal, needy part of you that you’ve long since forgotten. At that moment—at that sound—all of the self control you have left crawls right out of your skin to leap in the waves and drown.

Without so much as a second thought, you crawl into his lap so that you’re straddling his thighs. He has to crane his neck slightly to kiss you now but he doesn’t seem to care. You’re right where he wants you. And the sudden pressure of his hands seizing your waist to pull you flush against his body confirms it.

It’s hard to tell how long you stay like that. The concept of time itself seems to vanish and the world around you has pretty much ceased to exist altogether. All you know now—all you even care to know—is the taste of Bradley’s lips and the heat of his breath on your skin. 

When the kiss is finally broken so you can give your lungs some much needed oxygen, his mouth latches onto your neck. Teeth graze your throat and his tongue leaves a ghostly trail of saliva in its wake. There’s no doubt that you’re going to find a collection of hickeys on your neck tomorrow and, in all honesty, you’re glad. You want to remember this, to look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow morning and think about what it feels like to be consumed by the man you’ve grown to love.

A tiny whimper slips from your mouth as he sucks a particularly dark mark onto your skin. Maybe that was his closing remark. Or maybe the sound you made was a little too reminiscent of a person wincing in discomfort. Either way, his mouth finally eases off and he pulls back to look at you for the first time since this has all started.

“You make me crazy,” he murmurs as he slides one hand down to your thigh.

You let out a breathless huff of laughter. “I can’t make you something you already are, Bradshaw.”

“Fair enough.”

Dragging your hands toward his neck, they find their place just above the collar of his shirt as you lean in to kiss him again. It’s much slower this time. The initial hunger has been satiated just enough to allow you to coast on affection rather than whatever lust-fueled engine had kicked off the whole encounter.

“Mmmm,” he hums into your kiss. “I wanna take you home with me…”

Something hot and heavy pools in the pit of your stomach at that. Making out with Bradley has been heaven sent. It’s more than you could have hoped for and you are beyond grateful for the opportunity. But this impossibly handsome, shamelessly sensual man just can’t seem to count his blessings. He wants more and he has no desire to hide it.

Not that you’re opposed…

You drag your tongue over his bottom lip and grin. “Well maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you.”

He shifts underneath you, legs separating just enough to make you feel an ache in your thighs as you continue to straddle him. The movement brings your attention to something else as well. There’s a firm, hot pressure against the inside of your thigh that most definitely hadn’t been there when you first crawled in his lap.

Oh, Jesus…He’s hard, you realize.

“Please.”

No legal team stands a chance against that. He practically whines as he does what you suggest, begging like an animal who can’t wait to be fed. He may not be the kind of guy to shy away from pursuing something, but he’s also not the kind to take what doesn’t belong to him. If he needs to earn your trust or your permission, he’ll do whatever it takes.

You reward him with a sultry kiss. It’s quick, but it makes your intention clear: Yes. You are saying yes.

Without giving him another chance at initiating anything more, you climb out of his lap and stand on the path that separates the bench from the rocky border of the San Diego bay. The evening breeze is much cooler now and actually coaxes some goosebumps into crawling over your arm.

He lingers in his seat, legs now spread wide to ease some of the discomfort between his thighs. You’ve never seen him in such a messy state. His clothes are all ruffled. The unknotted bowtie around his neck is lopsided and threatening to slide out from beneath his collar. The hair on the top of his head is now completely unkempt with a handful of strands dangling over his forehead. And, with the combination of hooded eyes and slick, swollen lips, he looks like the kind of raunchy wedding date people have wet dreams about.

As much as you want to stand there and appreciate the view, the impatient little creature tugging at your gut has other, less restrained plans.

“With all due respect, Lieutenant,” you say as you straighten the fabric hugging your torso, “I don’t have all night.”

A crooked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “10-4.”

Making no attempt to fix any part of the mess that is his visage, Bradley stands up and grabs your hand to lead you back to the parking lot. None of this is what you expected when you agreed to be his plus one, but man are you glad you said yes. Whatever lies in store for the remainder of the night is a gift you just can’t wait to unwrap.

[tb3ih]

i love zhongli to the death but just like.... making out with kaeya i cant im in my feels i love this man i am 100% convinced deep down he is soft and he is hopeful and has love to give ;-; this totally isnt romi btw

MAN OF MANY HATS. ft. kaeya alberich

note(s) gn!reader, set in monstadt, lowk just wanted an excuse to regurgitate some unrequited love hcs that's been festering in my mind when it comes to the shameless flirt that is the calvary captain. i sorta hate the ending idk

includes mentions of alcohol & intoxication, in general just soft hcs of this man, angst to fluff probably, just a man trying to figure out love (hi romi i bet you were expecting fluff *laughs evilly & chokes)

drunk. that is most definitely what you are when you stumble up the steps leading to kaeya alberich's front door, regret already pulling at the edges of your sleeve when you make the mistake of knocking, silently beckoning you to return home.

the stars are rather bright for how late it is into the evening, but no matter, because soon, kaeya fills your vision and there is nothing else you can see. hair mussed from sleep and shirt neckline left untied (most likely out of hurry), the sight of him seems to open a wound you were unaware of in your chest.

worry mars his devastatingly gorgeous complexion and the gentle way he says your name has you confused as if you're a spooked creature ready to take flight at any moment. "...y/n."

something blinks in your vision and you remember exactly why you had decided to befriend a bottle of dandelion wine for the night. kaeya's words replay harshly in your head, you stumble dumbly away from the man before you.

i love you, he'd begun softly, but not the way you do.

"n-no... stay a-away-" you steady yourself on the railing of the steps, nearly losing your balance on the uneven ground. the sky is tipping and the floor's become indecisive in the way that you can no longer think straight (not that you had been able to in the first place, after all, you were at kaeya's house).

there's something hot and wet streaming from your face and you're convinced you were made broken because your eyes are spilling unreciprocated adoration and you're sure it shouldn't hurt this much.

"y/n!" his begging is twisting the knife in your gut and you're praying it isn't him that catches you when you finally let your legs give out at the base of the stairs.

it's a shame you aren't religious.

the moon is still awake when you finally stir, your clothing definitely too oversized to be yours. your head is pounding and your visions coming back to you in frames rather than pieces. it's a start.

"you never were good with hangovers," a husky voice chuckles, "guess you've learned your lesson yet again, huh?"

he sits across the room, one leg resting casually over the other while a hand remains clutching an intricate glass of amber liquid. you can't read his face in the dim of the room so you don't bother trying, opting to fix your eyes on the view of the quiet city.

kaeya sighs, setting the drink he'd been nursing in the time you were unconscious down on the nightstand before walking over to settle at the corner of the bed, a safe distance from you. "y/n, look at me please."

there is a pause of silence before you find that it's your own voice that crawls up the hollow of your throat, the sound raspy and somewhat unfamiliar. "d'you ever wonder why the moon yearns for the sun when it's got a whole sky of stars?"

you continue when his silence fills the air, your voice strained. "things we can't have are always the prettiest." when you look him in the eyes finally, he immediately regrets it. your complexion is as beautiful as the moon, eyes resembling crescents while the corner of your lips upturn the way he imagines heartache is knife buried hilt deep in your chest.

"you were always very pretty to me, kaeya alberich," you hum lightly, turning back to gaze at the window as the tears well up in your eyes.

the silence is almost unbearable until he cuts it with his own low voice. "you're being very unfair y/n." the weight on the bed shifts and kaeya is now standing in front of you, the difference in height forcing you to look up at him. "you never let me speak."

you sniffle, stray tears helping themselves to trail down your cheeks. you're doing your best to keep from sobbing right then and there. "what more is there to sa-"

"of course, there's more to say! you confessed and when i said i didn't reciprocate the same way, you just ran off and got yourself intoxicated!" you're not sure when his hands came to hold your face but you're sure now it's to keep you from breaking your gaze away.

he's leaning down and his forehead rests against yours, both of your eyes closing and the air of your breaths tangling in the close proximity. "i don't love you the same way..." his voice is so quiet in the few moments you almost don't hear him. "but i never said i didn't want to..."

and now the room is quiet because you're pressing your lips against his and kaeya is not pulling away. he is an enveloping figure, much like the midnight breeze which has snuck in through the window; warm, languid, and comforting. his lips are kissing you with every intention of loving you and though his feelings didn't match yours, you were more than grateful for the chance that came with the word 'yet'.

kaeya alberich never considered himself to be particularly good at anything, simply a little more than decent at everything; a jack of all trades, if you would. but now, falling back onto the bed with you, he supposed he didn't mind learning a new thing or two.

which was loving you, of course.

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