#i had gone to the bathroom in between classes and saw some doors open walked in and omg

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Crowded Room — Ethan Edwards

Summary; In which Ethan never thought of you like that until he saw you show up to a party with a football player

Content Warning: 18+ Content, Smut, oral sex(f receiving), p in v sex, filth, slight degradation, hair pulling, choking, used of ‘sir’ ‘whore’ ‘slut’, mirror sex, unprotected sex(don’t be silly y’all), creampie (🫣), breeding kink, mentions of birth control, religious mentions(really quickly), JJ McCarthy getting caught in the crossfire, possessive JJ, cheating(? not really, reader and jj have gone on like 2 dates) loosely based on Lovin On Me By Jack Harlow

Pairing; Ethan Edwards & Fem Reader

You were tucked beneath JJ’s broad shoulder as you entered the fraternity house. You guys were immediately greeted with the smell of alcohol and marijuana. JJ’s grip on your hip tightened as he pulled you closer to his body. You two mingled with various athletes and a few of your sorority sisters as you made your way into the kitchen. You smiled softly at Ethan as you saw him pouring some concoction into a plastic cup as your voice came out softly, “Hey Eth.”

Ethan had been in your Ethics in sports class since freshman year and for some reason your professor always paired you two up for partner work. You would be lying in you said that you didn’t notice how attractive the hockey player was. He had the biggest and softest brown eyes you’d seen. He always had on that stupid hat and his beautiful dark hair sticking out. Anyone with eyes could see that Ethan Edwards was an attractive guy.

Ethan had never seen you as anything more than a friend. You were kind, funny and the first sorority girl he’d met that truly understood the concept of hockey. You had always been a friend to the brown haired hockey player. But you stood a mere five feet away from him, clad in a low cut cropped cheetah print top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, like the shirt was molded around your body. A fair amount of your stomach was out until it met the short leather skirt that had Ethan’s pants constricting his lower hips.

Ethan had never thought about it before but in that moment all he was thinking about was bending you over the counter and fucking the shit out of you, without a care in the world that JJ McCarthy seemed to be staking his claim on you in the kitchen. The way you said his name made him feel ridiculous for never thinking about you in this capacity. But surely you’d never thought of him that way right?

Ethan raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as he saw the grip JJ held on your hip. He could see the intensity of the hold by the skin visible between the hem of your top and the your skirt. He also noticed how JJ’s eyes were glued to him as you watched him intently. Ethan pressed the cup to his lips, “Hey Y/N, McCarthy. Didn’t know y’all were a thing.” You went to open your mouth to say that you weren’t, that tonight was your like 3rd date, when JJ spoke, “It’s new, right babe?” Your heart was beating up into your throat as you nodded, “Yep, good seeing you Eth. I have to use the ladies room.”

You looked up into JJ’s piercing blue eyes and unglued yourself from his side. You slipped out of the kitchen, feeling overwhelmed by JJ’s sudden influx of testosterone he’d felt the urge to show. You walked down the seemingly never ending hallway. You entered the bathroom and went to shut the door only for a hand to stop you. You looked up, taken aback as Ethan stood in the doorway, “Are you okay?” You felt your throat clam up, “‘M all good Eth.” Ethan shut and locked the door to the bathroom behind him as he leaned against it while you stood in front of the mirror, “Your a shitty liar Y/N. What’s going on in your pretty little head?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t even know. I’m not dating JJ by the way.” Ethan laughed heartily, “I gathered, you looked like you just shit your pants when he called you babe. Most girls don’t have that reaction.” You laughed, “Can I be honest for a minute?” Ethan grinned, “I’ve never known you to not be honest. What’s up?” You giggled nervously, partially tipsy from the bottle of Pink Whitney you had pregamed with at your sorority before leaving the house for this party.

“I’m kinda nervous being alone with you right now.” Ethan frowned, immediately feeling bad, initially believing he’d made you uncomfortable, “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I can go.” You shook your head, “No it’s not you. Well not like that.” Ethan raised an eyebrow as he walked across the room and stopped next to you, “What’s wrong then?” You laughed slightly, “Being alone with you makes me nervous because your hot and I’m tipsy but I’m pretty sure this is how a handful of my wet dreams have started.”

Ethan laughed breathily, “So I make you nervous with my fleeting sex appeal? Good to know.” You rolled your eyes, “See this is why I should have kept my mouth shut. You never take anything seriously.” Ethan stood in front of you, keeping you from moving away from the counter. He placed a hand on your bare skin, “Trust me pretty, I’m taking this very seriously. Hop up on the counter for me.” You pressed your back against the mirror as Ethan dropped to his knees.

Your breath hitched as his warm breath traveled up your legs as he pressed soft wet kisses up your legs. By the time he reached your knees, you legs spread further giving Ethan easier access to your thighs and soaking core. An pornographic groan left Ethan’s mouth as his lips neared your burning core. He looked up at with his beautiful brown eyes lit up by desire, “Is this okay?” You groaned at his question, “God yes, please.” Ethan pushed your skirt up further as he pulled your panties down in one swift motion.

Your hand’s immediately flew to Ethan’s head, removing his hat and setting it near the sink as your fingers threaded through his hair as his tongue met the bundle of nerves that had a coil forming in your stomach. Ethan hummed as he pulled away, “So wet for me. Such a whore, letting me take you in a bathroom.” You felt yourself clench around the air as Ethan’s fingers slid inside of your dripping cunt. You felt a unrecognizable moan leave your lips as you clamped your legs around Ethan’s head as he began to lap up your juices as you came down from your high.

You breathed heavily as you leaned your head against the mirror and panted, “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just did that.” Ethan laughed, “Don’t worry it’s hot.” You rolled your eyes, “I cannot believe I did that. Oh god, I’m like a total whore.” Ethan pressed a kiss against your lips, “Sorry I just really wanted you to stop talking.” You groaned as you pulled him into a passionate kiss, your core clenching as you shamelessly grinded against him. Ethan pressed his hands on your hips, “Are you sure?” You reached down to unzip your skirt letting it fall to the ground as you pulled Ethan into you, “I’ve never been more sure of something.”

Ethan groaned as he pulled his shorts down and kicked them to the side. You hummed to yourself as Ethan rummaged through the drawers in search of a condom, only to come up empty handed. You groaned as you pulled him by his shirt to you, “I have an IUD, please just fuck me Eth. I need you inside me so badly.”

Ethan practically groaned at your words, “Such a desperate little slut for me. Just begging for me to fuck you raw in a random party bathroom. Didn’t peg you for a freak.” You groaned as you clenched your thighs together, “Damn it would you just fuck me already or do I need to have JJ come do that?” Ethan scoffed as he turned you to face the mirror as he adjusted himself behind you.

You felt a sharp breath leave your mouth as Ethan slid into you. Your chest tightening as he bottomed out inside you. Ethan’s hands found their way to your hips, fingers digging into your skin, harshly enough to leave bruises. A groan leaving his mouth, “You feel so good. Clenching around me, such a little slut.” You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head as Ethan’s hips began to move rhythmically. As sharp gasp left your lips as Ethan pulled at your hair, bringing your back pressed against his chest. A soft groan emitted from Ethan’s lips into your ear. You smirked pridefully, “Did I just hear Mr Ethan Edwards who has a reputation for never moaning during sex, moan?” Ethan rolled his eyes, “Shut up before I pull out.” You whines lightly at his words, “Please, alright fine sir. Just don’t stop.”

You felt Ethan tighten his grip on your hair, “Call me that again, please.” You grinned, learning Ethan’s soft spot in bed. A soft moan leaving your lips as your eyes screwed shut as you fell into the bathroom counter, “Oh god right there. Don’t stop please sir.” Ethan’s hand found it’s way around your throat, holding just tight enough to make you feel pressure but loose enough your air supply wasn’t compromised. You clenched around Ethan’s cock as he pounded up into your pussy.

You let out a pornographic moan, “Shit, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” Ethan groaned as he breathed heavily, “I’m there too. I wanna cum inside you so bad.” You groaned at his words, previously believing it was impossible to become more wet, “Cum in me Eth, I need it. Need to feel you inside me.” Ethan groaned, “I could get your pregnant right now given the chance.” You let out another moan as you felt the coil building in your stomach burst as you clenched around his cock. Your orgasm triggering Ethan’s as he came following you.

You leaned against the counter, ass bare in the air as Ethan’s cum dropped down your thighs. You finally caught your breath and grinned as Ethan got a few square of paper towel and began to wipe his cum off of your legs and helped you back into your skirt and panties. You sighed as you two made your way out of the bathroom. A sinking feeling built in your stomach as it hit you, you’d have to explain to JJ where you’d gone off to for nearly an hour.

The sinking feeling dissipated when you found JJ sprawled across the couch with a redhead perched on his lap making out. You let out a sigh of relief as Ethan draped his arm on your shoulder, “Back to another crowded room we go.” You had expected him to enter the room and abandon you to go back to his teammates and brag over the easy lay he got, but he intertwined his fingers with yours and led you over to his friends. A small smile forming on your face as he sat down and pulled you into his lap as he watched some of his teammates play beer pong.

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Patient Pines

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Summary: Ford refuses to admit that he’s sick, and reader must deal with him

It was late in the afternoon when you went to visit Ford at his dorm. You had finished all your classes for the day and wanted to visit him before you got started on your homework. You had put on a striped tanktop, high waisted shorts, and black converse to go see him. You always tried to dress cute when you saw him because it gave you butterflies when he gave you compliments on your outfit. However, you could show up in a potato sack on a date, and that man would still look at you like you had stars in your eyes.

You knocked on his door and smoothed out a wrinkle in your shorts. Before the door opened, you heard a cough on the other side, but didn’t think anything of it until you saw Ford. He opened the door wearing his red sweater and Backupsmore University sweatpants. His hair hadn’t been brushed and his eyes looked tired. It would have been a normal Ford outfit if it weren’t for the blanket that was draped around him. That did concern you.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Ford said in a gravelly voice. Even though he was definitely sick, the voice was kind of sexy. He leaned in for a kiss, and you put your hand up to his forehead stopping him.

“Ford, you’re hot.”

“No, I’m cold.”

You looked at him sternly. “Ford, you’re sick. Have you been resting?” You already know the answer to this question.

“I’m fine. I’ve been doing chemistry homework,” he replied, letting you inside. You looked around the room to see crumpled tissues near the trash can.

“That’s not what I asked, Mr. Pines. Have you been resting?” you asked again with your arms crossed. He quickly looked at you because that’s what you called him whenever you were upset with him. You only got upset at him when he wasn’t taking care of himself; that was his only flaw.

“Uh…No because I’m not sick, Y/N,” he answered, going to sit down at his desk.

You walked to his bathroom to open his mirror which revealed a medicine cabinet. You rummaged around to find a thermometer. You returned to his bedroom to see him tightening the blanket around himself.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” he said starting to get up. You pushed him back into his chair, and his eyebrows lifted a tad bit.

“Open,” you instructed, holding the thermometer in front of his mouth. He sighed and opened his mouth reluctantly. You stuck the device under his tongue. There was a short pause between you too as you examined the mercury rise in the metal tube.

“You know, if circumstances were different right now, I would be very attracted to this assertive attitude of yours,” Ford mumbled, with the thermometer still in his mouth.

You blushed a bit and smiled. He was so smooth without even meaning to be. “Shush. You’re going to mess it up,” you told him. “Okay, I think it’s done.” You removed the thermometer from his mouth, turned around to face the ceiling light, held it up to get a closer look at the tiny numbers.

“What’s the verdict, nurse?” Ford said pulling you into his lap with his strong hands.

You grinned trying to remain serious but failing. “You have a 101.2 degree fever, Mr. Pines.”

“Do I now?” Ford said, raising an eyebrow at you. He moved his hands underneath your tanktop to massage your hips. Lord, if he wasn’t sick right now, you’d be all over him.

“Yes, you do. Flattery will not work with me, by the way,” you stated, getting up from his lap. (That was a lie. You were practically putty in his hands.) “I am going to go down to the dining hall to get you a bowl of chicken noodle soup and by my dorm to get some medicine. While I am gone, I expect you to be in that bed RELAXING and NOT working on chemistry. Do you understand?”

He smiled softly at you. “I understand, dear.” You caressed his cheeks and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“I’ll be back soon.” You left the room and returned around 20 minutes later with a large to-go bowl of soup and ibuprofen. You opened the door to see Ford curled up in his bed. He looked so cozy with his eyes closed and the blankets on him.

“Ford, sweetheart?” you whispered, nudging him awake. He sat up in bed with his glasses askew. You chuckled and straightened them for him. “I have your soup and medicine.”

He gazed at you with love in his eyes. “Thank you, darling,” he said, accepting the bowl of soup. He started taking small sips of it from his spoon. “It’s very tasty.”

“I’m glad,” you replied, getting him a glass of water and his ibuprofen. “This will help bring that fever down.” He took the medicine quickly.

“Y/N, I want to apologize for being a stubborn patient. You’re right, I need to take better care of myself,” Ford started. “I let my studies get ahead of my personal health sometimes. I truly appreciate all you do for me. You have been an excellent caregiver, and I promise I will start looking out for myself more.”

You smiled at him and climbed onto the bed with him. “Thank you, Ford. I just worry about you. I don’t want to lose you any time soon,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull him closer to you. He obliged scooting towards you and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I will say, though,” you continued, “this sick voice of yours is kind of hot.” Ford laughed, his cheeks turning red.

“Are you saying you want me to get sick more often, then?” Ford asked jokingly.

“You wish. Free soup and cuddles? That sounds like a good time,” you answered him, kissing him on his cheek. “Are you feeling better?” You were being sincere this time.

“I always feel better when I’m with you.”

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Every Breath You Take: Part 4

The bell rang, snapping you out of your emotional haze. You took a deep breath, still sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom stall, your body drained from crying. You knew you couldn’t hide in there forever, though. As much as you wanted to disappear, there was something inside you, an urge you couldn’t ignore—a need to confront Steve.

The weight of everything—his betrayal, his guilt, the love you once had for him—was too much to carry alone. You had to face him, to let him know what he had done to you. And so, with shaky legs and a pounding heart, you stood up, wiped your face one last time, and walked out of the bathroom.

As you made your way through the hallways, students buzzed around, heading to their next class or outside for lunch. But your mind was elsewhere, locked on Steve. You knew where he’d be—he always went to the courtyard during lunch.

Your heart raced as you pushed open the doors to the courtyard. Sure enough, there he was, leaning against the wall near his usual spot, chatting with a couple of his friends. But he wasn’t laughing or smiling like he usually did. He looked distracted, glancing around, like he was searching for someone. Probably you.

You stormed across the courtyard, ignoring the curious looks from other students. Some people already knew what had happened, and the gossip had likely spread like wildfire. But you didn’t care. You weren’t going to hide this confrontation, not anymore.

“Steve!” you shouted, your voice sharp and loud enough to get his attention—and everyone else’s.

His head snapped in your direction, and the second he saw you, his expression shifted. Hurt, guilt, and something else flickered in his eyes. He stepped toward you, his hand reaching out slightly as if he could somehow stop what was about to happen. “Wait, I—”

But you didn’t let him finish. The anger you’d been holding back exploded out of you as you shoved him hard in the chest, making him stumble back a few steps. “You broke my heart, Steve!” you yelled, the words echoing through the courtyard.

Everyone had gone quiet. All eyes were on you now, but you barely noticed. Your vision blurred with fresh tears as you shoved him again, your hands trembling. “You lied to me. You cheated on me. After everything, after all we had... I loved you, Steve. I really did.”

Steve stood there, looking at you with wide, hurt eyes, his hands hanging limply at his sides. He didn’t try to stop you; he just took it, his expression crumpling with every word you threw at him. “I’m sorry...” he whispered, but his voice broke, like he didn’t even believe his own apology.

Your chest heaved, and the tears started falling again. You couldn’t stop them this time, not with everything pouring out of you. “Do you have any idea what you did to me? How much I loved you, Steve? How much you meant to me?”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, guilt and pain twisting his features. It was clear that he was heartbroken too, but it didn’t change the fact that he had caused this. He had shattered everything.

The silence from the rest of the courtyard was deafening. You could feel dozens of eyes on you, watching this private moment unfold. Among the crowd, you caught sight of Eddie and Dustin standing near the edge of the group, both frozen in place. Eddie’s face was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—a mix of shock and pity. Dustin looked like he didn’t know what to do, glancing between you and Steve with wide, worried eyes.

Your hands dropped to your sides, your energy completely drained. You had said what you needed to say, but it didn’t make you feel better. If anything, the weight of your words made everything feel heavier.

Steve’s eyes were locked on yours, filled with regret and sorrow. He opened his mouth to say something, but you couldn’t bear to hear it. You couldn’t bear to stay there any longer.

Without another word, you turned and ran. You pushed through the crowd of students, ignoring their whispers and stares, the tears streaming freely down your face. You didn’t know where you were going; you just needed to get away.

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Kill My Ex (?) Chapter 2 - dark!Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x Ex-girlfriend , Rick Flag x Fem!Reader (slightly)

Warning: Manipulation, betrayal, delusional character.

Summary: Lloyd finally has her back in his arms. He thinks he could bring back the old Y/N who loved him. But what about Y/N?

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2,-

Life is difficult sometimes, and it’s not easy to wake up every day and go through what you have to face. But the beauty in difficult times is we can share it with the people who care. 

For you being able to meet others like friends and family is a privilege. 

Because since the day your ex Lloyd Hansen caught you, he never left you alone. You’ve never seen him this possessive when you left him three years ago. His demeanor changed because he almost lost everything he had built to catch this one guy.

He makes sure everything is going along with his plan. 

He starts to rebuild and fix his name in the security business. Like today, you will accompany Lloyd to a charity party where he meets potential clients.

You looked at yourself through the mirror. You wear an expensive dress from Valentino and an expensive necklace hanging on your neck. Lloyd gave you an expensive gift to spoil you. But you don’t feel anything because he held your fiance hostage.

Suddenly the bathroom door got knocked, and a voice could be heard from outside. "Y/N hurry up, we need to go."

You sighed heavily and opened the door. "I’m ready." 

When he saw you walking out of the dressing room, Lloyd felt accomplished seeing you looking beautiful with the dress and accessories. 

"Perfect. I knew sapphire would be perfect with you." He kisses your cheeks while you hold your urge not to vomit.

He linked your arm with his "Let's go."

At the party. 

When rich people gathered, some people could feel intimidated. You feel it too, but not with Lloyd. This kind of event is his playground. 

He is always confident and charismatic, and the guest also got mesmerized by him. The other reason is that his uncle Reynold Hansen, the Vice President, held the event. 

You knew Reynold Hansen as a terrible person. His history in the military is also bad. There's evidence that could prove that, but then 'poof' it's gone. 

It must be Lloyd who made it possible.  

Hansen men are scary. They are persistent; they will do anything to get what they want, no matter their method. 

Reynold saw you sitting at the table alone, he talked to Lloyd. "I told you to get rid everything related to the mission. Instead you keep her and a patient."

Lloyd smirked. "Be grateful that I made a path to make you win, uncle." 

He won't let anyone talk shit about you, he whispered near Reynold's ear. “If back then you and the President not so fucked up in the head, it won’t be like this.”

Reynold scoffed. “Look at yourself, Lloyd, we’re the same. Both of us have fucked up minds. You imprisoned the woman you love.”

What Reynold said kicked Lloyd in the nuts because what he said it’s true. 

Lloyd believed that if you stayed beside him, he could make the old you return.

Perhaps because he already faced death before, it was a miracle he could wake up. The moment he wakes up from his deathbed, all he can't think about is you. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

The story between you and Lloyd starts from the day he entered Harvard. You’re quiet and intelligent in class but always follow him around. Everyone is sure you will enter a famous fund management company after graduation. 

But instead, you join the CIA. Everyone said you are crazy, but Lloyd likes it because he likes being a priority. 

When he got kicked out from the CIA, you also joined him. With your brain, both of you build Hansen Security together. 

No matter what method he used to capture the target, you never complained like Susan. 

He knew you had feelings towards him, but he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he played with it. As long you stay with him.

He admit that it was a stupid move and that his biggest regret. Because you suddenly quit being his business partner and left without saying goodbye. 

When he found out you joined the task force, he wondered why, but the reason was still unanswered.

Then he felt like being shot when he saw you with Rick Flag. It made him mad. 

That man doesn't deserve you. It was perfect timing when Reynold asked him to eliminate Amanda Waller's task force. 

Kill two birds with one stone. 

Now he has you in his arms; he won't let this chance turn to dust. 

He won't betray your trust anymore. He knew you hated him, but he would never let you go. 

And he admires your will to survive even know you hate every time he touches and kisses your cheeks. He never sees your disgust and anger through your expression. 

Reynold knew his nephew was lunatic and sadistic, but he needed Lloyd to get where he stood. He sips the champagne. "But still, I don't like her."

"You don't have to."

Sometimes Lloyd hates this trait from family. If a man and woman from Hansen like someone, they will only love that one person for the rest of their life. 

“My wife wants to talk to her. She wonder what kind of woman could tolerate you.”

Lloyd chuckled. “She probably like Y/N.”

While both men were talking, an older woman walked towards you. The way she walks shows how elegant she is, and every guest nods their head to show their respect.

Her name is Caroline Hansen. She came from a well-known family who was always famous for philanthropy and charity. 

She saw you sitting alone and sat in the empty chair beside you. Her strong perfume doesn’t make you nauseous but calms you. “Mrs. Caroline.”

“Y/N, we finally meet.” She puts her hand on your shoulder, and then her eyes move to your stomach, which you’ve been stroking the whole time. She couldn’t help to ask, “How long have you been pregnant?”

You gulped. “Three months.”

Caroline put her hands on her mouth like she was excited. “Congratulations, my dear. But how are you feelings?”

“I’m fine.”

She asked again, “How are you feeling?”

Her question made you breathe and sigh heavily; you lowered your head to ensure Lloyd couldn’t read your lips. “I’m this close to lose my mind.”

Caroline wanted to say something to you, but she saw her husband and Lloyd near the table; she gripped your hand and whispered, "Remember the goal Y/N. I will contact you."

After she said that, she slowly stood up and approached Reynold, and both greeted the other guest. While Lloyd sits beside you, he leans closer. “Is she nice to you?”

You smiled at him and tapped his right thigh. “Yes, she’s really lovely.” The only person in this room who cares about you.

At Lloyd's residence.

Your body rests on a shared bed with Lloyd while he massages your foot. After the party, he noticed how you walk is different, so he did this. 

"Carol wants to meet you. Do you want to?"

You lowered your book and looked at him. "Hmm, sure." 

After being with him for months, you knew how to deal with him. Always acknowledge and look him in the eye whenever you talk to him. He never touched her sexually, but you never know how long he kept this act. 

Every night he always got a nightmare. Not being a winner affects him badly. He will calm down as long as you rub his back where he got shot and massage his left palm, which lost a few fingers. 

Seeing him lower his guard made you think of a hundred ways to kill him. 

But you won't do it because the time is not right.

You have waited for this moment for 25 years.

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Mi Patito Feo

Chapter 1

"My name is Amelia Alejandra Martinez, nice to meet you all", I say as I bow a little. Snickers erupt and I feet hot behind my mask and glasses. My palms get sweaty but thankfully the teacher tells me to take a seat.

The entire duration of the rest of the class, I interact actively with the teacher, despite the snickers and groans.

"Do better. Be better. Don't disappoint"

After the class ends, I quickly collect my books and bag and rush to the bathroom.

The cold water calms my throbbing face. How is it even possible. Do faces throb? 

I shake my head. Focus.

I wipe my face dry and apply some lip balm and light eye shadow to bring back color to my face. Okay. It will be okay.

I step out of the bathroom, putting on my mask and the next minute I'm slammed against the door with a person pressing my lips against theirs as they push me into the bathroom.

My eyes widen and I push the person away. A guy.

"Wh-wh-what- what was that for?!", I yell

The guy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand with a disgusted look on his face.

"Trust me Glasses, I didn't want that any more than you", He states.

My face reddens in embarrassment. 

"Then why did you-!!"

"This stays between us", He cuts off, "The reasons...you don't need to know"

I feel a rush of red, but just as I fill my lungs to yell harassment, he leaves. 

I stand alone in there. My lips red, slightly  swollen.

I open Google.

Is it normal for a person with BPD to fall in love in an instant

Yes, it can be considered "normal" for someone with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) to fall in love quickly and intensely, often appearing to "fall in love instantly," due to their tendency to idealize partners and experience emotions very deeply, but this rapid infatuation can quickly shift to devaluation and instability in the relationship.

I sigh in relief. It wasn't me. Just my disorder playing up.

I collect myself and fix my appearance before heading out again. This time, more careful.

That Evening

"So..out of 15?"

I nod, my hands clammy as  thrust my nails into my waist.

"Where did the half mark go?"

"J-just..just o..on the in the..."

"On the, in the where?!"

I flinch

"A spelling error, Papa.."

"...This is your first strike this week, Lia"

I look down.

"On the first day too".

"I'll do better Papa.."

"You better. Or else.."

I scurry off to my room and lock the door. I look at the lock. The only thing keeping me safe in my sanctuary. Three strikes a week. And my phone is gone, along with my door.

I curl up with my plushie. My sole support system.

Maybe one day I'd be able to break free. Maybe.

I wake up hours later, panicked. Had I missed my alarm?

11 PM. Still had a good three hours left.

I get up, wear my mask and glasses and grab my phone before sneaking out via my window.

I look back to see if the light of Mama and Papa's room was out. Safe.

I put my hand into my hoodie pocket and take out my earbuds to wear, before I hear a groan. Definitely a groan. A Human groan.

I look sideways and spot a man in the alleyway. I couldn't see well in the dark, but I could make out the figure of a man.

It was common to encounter such...situations in my neighborhood.

I realized it was serious when I saw silhouette of the man pulling out something from him body, hissing in pain.

I turn on my flashlight and walk towards the man. Despite our neighborhood being tough, there was a strict rule in the street that no one touched  woman unless she landed the first hit or if she could land someone in prison.

"Are you okay-"

"What does it look like", the man groans before the flashlight hit his face.

"It's you"

"Damn yeah it's me", He groans again before looking up, "Its you, Glasses"

"Don't call me that"

He smirks. Despite his situation he is still acting like he's the one with the upper hand.

"What happened-"

"Like you don't know", He cut me off again.

"Fine. How did it happen and why"

"None of your damn business"

I sigh.

"Stop acting like Mother Teresa and give me your phone"

I hesitate.

"What? Not gonna give it cause I hurt your feelings?"

I frown.

"can u stop being so snarky?"

"Phone"

I hand him the phone.

"No password?", He raises his eyebrow as he taps on the numbers and dials, "So Miss Glasses isn't as smart as she seems huh"

I open my mouth to speak but then the line connects and a voice speaks from the other end. Sleepy.

"Hello?'

"Mi bebe esta dormido?"

"Andres? Que Quieres?"

"I got stabbed"

"Wow, why am I not surprised"

"Cariño..I need you"

"Where are you", The voice asks, sleepily.

"In the third alleyway in-"

"Too far".

And the line goes dead.

"Mierda"

I stare at him awkwardly. Not knowing what to do.

"Hey Glasses"

"Huh-?", I respond instinctively.

He chuckles. "See? you've learnt to respond to what u are"

I frown.

"Stop it. I need your help"

"Why should I help you"

"Because you need to", He says, "And I'm not playing". He says, pulling out a switchblade.

A lump forms in my throat. I should run. I know I can. he's injured. I'm not. But I can't. Seeing the thing that can harm me freezes me. I can't. My body goes cold.

"Sabes conducir?"

I nod.

[whereareroo]

PALAS de REI

WF UPDATE: DAY 11 (7/11/23).

We covered 15.5 miles today. We started at 6:57 a.m. and we hit our new hotel at 1:55 a.m. Along the way, we stopped for a snack, for lunch, and to visit a playground.

Lunch was notable. GC1 is a bit of a foodie, and he likes to try unusual items. He ordered the hot pork and cheese sandwich. He got a freshly baked 8 inch hoagie roll stuffed with two deboned pork chops and topped with a slab of partially melted cheese. The thing was massive. He ate the whole thing. He says that it might have been the best lunch so far. I had an excellent hamburger.

We hit the playground at mile 14. GC1 couldn’t pass up the opportunity to jump off the swing. To his credit, after 10 minutes GC1 realized that the swing set was so decrepit that it couldn’t handle his aggressive swinging. It looked like it was going to fall apart. During those 10 minutes, he did a few good jumps. All was not lost. The playground had a cool zip line, and it kept GC1 occupied for another 10 minutes.

We passed through 8 little towns today. They were linked by little country roads. The trail runs alongside the roads, but it’s perfectly safe to walk on the roads. There isn’t any traffic. I think we saw six or eight cars all day. Between the towns, there are corn fields and dairy farms.

A bunch of “Sarria Pilgrims” had blister problems today. We saw at least 20 people sitting on the side of the road dealing with their blistered feet. Frankly, I’m surprised that we didn’t see more casualties. Most of the folks have improper footwear and terrible socks. I guess they skipped Hiking 101.

Due to the new influx, the cafes were more crowded today. There’s also some Pilgrim congestion before and after each cafe. When we weren’t near a cafe, which was most of the time, we were all by ourselves. My little friend complains about the crowds anyway.

I’ve written before about the large Pilgrim dormitories called albergues. For the equivalent of $10 or $15 a night, you get a bed in some sort of group housing situation and the right to use a communal bathroom. Sometimes albergues have 10 or 12 rooms with six or eight beds (frequently bunk beds) in a room. Sometimes albergues have a single large room, maybe the size of a high school gymnasium, filled with 100 beds. Most Pilgrims stay in albergues. We don’t. We are, however, in an interesting situation tonight. We’re immediately adjacent to an albergue. We know some people who are staying there. The proprietor of the albergue also operates a 9 room hotel in the adjacent building. You check in at the albergue and then they walk you next door to your private room. Our room is big and beautiful, and the bathroom is first class. It’s a strange situation. As far as I can tell, we’re the only guests in the hotel (which, by the way, is only $70.) I haven’t seen anyone else in the building.

We’re in a town called Palas de Rei. This area was part of a kingdom in the early 700s, and the King lived here in a palace from 702-710. The palace is gone, but the name remains. Today it’s a functioning little town. The local industries are dairy farming and cheese making. It’s also a major hub for Pilgrims.

The weather was unusual today. Until about Noon, there was a fine mist that was so light you didn’t really get wet. As we walked up and down hills of green, it seemed as if we were in Ireland. We haven’t met any Irish folks yet. We still have a few days.

The church here is right across the street from our hotel. We walked over to 7:00 p.m. Mass. The timing was perfect because, as is the case in most of Spain, the restaurants here don’t open for dinner until 7:30 p.m.

Octopus is a famous seafood dish in this region. Even though we don’t hit real octopus territory until tomorrow, it is served at a few places here. Of course, GC1 wanted octopus for dinner. We found a nice place, and he had a small serving of octopus and a full serving of cod. I went with a steak. We’re fortified for tomorrow.

Tomorrow is a big day. It will be the first time that we’ve walked for a fourth day without a rest day. We’re also looking at the longest day of our journey. Even though we feel strong, it will take us some time. Thankfully, we have plenty of time. I’m sure that we’ll do just fine. I’ll keep you posted.

[tierras]

i discovered my school's fragrance museum look at this perfume bottle 🧎🏽‍♀️

[anime-allover]

S/o having a bad day| Soul

You was sitting in class listening to Sid's lecture but that was until you felt something spilled on the right side of your shirt and on your hip. You looked away from Sid and looked at the person beside you, they had a worried and shock expression. You then looked down at the bottle that had spilled on you. It was just water.

"I'm so sorry!" They stood up. "Let me get some paper towels for you-" You put your hand on their arm and shook your head.

"It's fine," You raised your hand "Sid can I excuse myself?" Sid sighed and waved his hand.

"Go ahead,"

You got up and speed walk your way out the door. As you was speed walking, you noticed that your leg was getting a lot of cold air. You looked down and saw that your leg is also wet from the water.

You sighed and walked faster. Last thing you want is someone seeing your now see through shirt. You walked down the stairs as fast as you can but you slipped. When you made it to the bottom of the staircase, you groaned and looked around yourself.

"First water now this." You let out a sigh of frustration. Your arm and leg are aching but you have been through worse. You got up and continued to walk to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, you finally made it to the bathroom. When you was about to grab some paper towels your phone ring. You pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey dear!"

"Oh hey mom, what's up?" You smiled. Talking to your mom sometimes always raise your mood up.

"Do you remember that talk about your father and I moving out of Death City?"

You nodded your head "Yeah, what about it?"

"I don't think we can stay here until your birthday sweetie..." She said with a sad tone. Your smile dropped. You stayed quiet, trying to process what she just said. "Sweetie? You there?"

"But... my birthday is only 1 week away... you said you two will move next month." You clenched your hand around your phone.

"Yes, yes, I know but, the business want us to come quickly, I'm sorry. It's just-"

You put the phone down away from your ear. Your last birthday with them, have gone down the drain.

You hung up the phone. You start to take deep breaths to calm yourself down but it wasn't helping. It wasn't helping at all.

You ran out of the bathroom and ran to the balcony. You sat down on the ground and leaned your back against the railings.

You put your knees up and wrapped your arms around them. You placed your head in your arms. You closed your eyes and try to calm down again. You stayed there for the rest of the school day.

The balcony door slams opened. You can also hear heavy breathing. You don't have to look up from your arms. You already know who it was.

He walked towards you and sat down beside you. He took off his jacket and put it around you, to cover up your shirt. He then grabbed you and put you in between his legs and let you lay on his chest.

The two of you stayed in silent, just listening to the wind.

"You disappeared, that wasn't cool, you know." He sighed and looked up into the sky.

You smiled and let out a small chuckled. "Because I was having a bad day, but since you're here, its getting better. Congratulations on finding me" You looked up to him. Soul looks down at you, he had no expression on his face. Soon, he sighed with a smile on his face.

"It really is impossible to get annoyed or mad at you,"

Thank you for reading!!

[saynotoshityouhate]

For Science Ch. 5

Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4

Words: 1781

Tags: angst, love, neediness, bathtub sex, he’s too big but (spoiler) we make it work.

It had been three days. Three long, agonizing days since Bruce slammed the front door and ran away. Yesterday he sent a text, asking if he could come home. Seeing his name light up your screen made your heart jump, so happy to know he was safe and coming back to you. You responded with an enthusiastic yes.

He’d never left like this before - you’d never had a fight or had a moment where his emotions took over so badly. Of course you’d welcome him back, you’d never worried he would hurt you. Not anymore - not since he’d found this new happy medium between his two personas. Bruce clearly wasn’t as confident.

It was hard having him gone for those first few days of your new job at the university, and you’d wished he’d been there to laugh at some of the silly mistakes you had made. His bellowing chuckles were some of your favorite noises in the world.

Pulling up the driveway after classes were through, you saw Bruce’s car parked back in its normal place. Your stomach flipped, unsure what to expect, although you were mostly excited to see him.

You quietly opened the back door, walking into the kitchen. Taking off your heels, you heard soft, muffled classical music and smelled lavender and citrus. You smiled, heading straight to the master bath. The door was cracked open slightly, and you could see the warm glow of candles dancing across the shiny tile walls.

You knocked quietly on the door and pushed it open gently, just enough to stick your head inside. “Bruce?”

Bruce’s head was resting against the cool tile behind him, his eyes closed and his breathing regular. He must have just fallen asleep, his large frame filling most of the oversized jacuzzi tub. “Bruce?” You whispered again, awakening him from his dream. His warm eyes met yours, taking a moment to focus and register that you were really there. “Y/N, I -“ Bruce rested his hands on the side of the tub, beginning to push himself up to greet you. “No, no - stay there, you look so peaceful.” You nervously played with the hem of your untucked blouse.

“May I?” You lifted your hands to the top buttons of your blouse, pausing for Bruce’s approval. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he nodded, adjusting his dark glasses up the bridge of his nose. You proceeded in unbuttoning your crisp white shirt, setting it off to the side. Your back was turned to the submerged Bruce, but you knew the slight shimmy of your hips as you stepped out of your skirt and panties would excite him.

You backed yourself over to the edge of the tub, presenting your back to Bruce. He loved unclasping your bra for you. He took pride in being able to do it with just a flick of his finger, and seeing the tension leave your back and shoulders filled him with warmth. You moved the straps down your shoulders and dropped it to the floor, reveling in the ease of domestic life with Bruce - even in this uncomfortable silence.

Lowering yourself into the bubbles across from him, you sighed. The last few days had been hard on you, you were worried about Bruce, had started your new job, and had been brainstorming on ways to reverse your boyfriend’s physical predicament. You stretched your legs out in front of you, resting them against Bruce’s thighs. He took one foot in his large hand, rubbing the arch with gentle pressure. Your eyes fluttered closed at the wonderful release.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for how I reacted.” Bruce’s eyes were cast downwards in shame. “I was so upset with myself, I didn’t want to risk anything happening…” You interrupted him. “No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just happy you’re back.” You poked him with your other foot, asking him to do the same magic there as well.

“Where did you go?” You asked timidly, not sure you really wanted to know the answer. “I just went to the tower - Tony left my room as-is…just in case.” You made a noise of acknowledgement, your fingers idly playing with the bubbles that adorned your chest.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” Bruce extended a hand, inviting you to come closer. You accepted, allowing him to pull you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I was scared, Bruce.” He held your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

You kissed him fiercely, as if you wanted him to stop talking before he gave any excuses or reasons to leave again. You couldn’t help the whimpers leaving your chest, three days was a long time for you two to be apart.

Bruce’s cock throbbed against you, eliciting a groan from the large man. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled, nipping and sucking at your neck and collar bone. Moving to straddle his waist, Bruce’s hands found your hips, helping hold you steady.

“I wanna try - I think I can do it - I wanna try.” You ground your hips against his hardening length, your breaths already ragged and uneven. You knew it would hurt, but you wanted to do this for him. You were certainly wet enough. “No, I don’t wanna hurt you, don’t-“

You had your mind made up. Your much smaller hand took Bruce’s from his waist, bringing it to your core. “Stretch me out, please. I need you.” He could never resist you. Slowly inserting one large digit, knuckle by knuckle, his eyes were trained on you, closely monitoring for any inkling of pain or discomfort. You were feeling nothing of the sort. Your head was thrown back, the stretch sending delicious shockwaves through your limbs.

“One more, please” you breathed. “Y/N, I-“ You shot him a look, like daggers from your irises. “One. More. Please.” Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He adjusted his fingers, slowly adding a second, drawing a moan from deep inside you. “I think - I think I’m ready. Please - give it to me? Let me make you feel good. Please?”

“Baby, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just start here, you’re taking me so well, maybe next time, we gotta take it slow.” You whined, loudly, and bucked your hips down onto his two, thick fingers. The water of the tub splashed over the edge. “Don’t wan’ take it slow, Bruce. Wan’ you - your cock. Puhleeeaase, Bruce.”

“The minute anything starts to hurt, you have to tell me, okay? Promise?” You nodded your head vigorously before pulling him closer and kissing him in gratitude. Bruce slowly removed his digits, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing but the bath water.

Bruce’s eyes were dark with lust, but still maintained the warmth of his concern for you. He held your gaze as he aligned himself with your opening. Every millimeter seemed to take an hour, your breath hitching in your throat as you stretched further to accommodate him. Bruce held your hips tightly, trying to maintain control and composure as you took him so well. It had been years since he felt the velvety warmth of a woman around him.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to move slowly and methodically. You focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out through your mouth - pushing out whines and whimpers along the way. You attempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck, but Bruce pushed you back, wanting to keep an eye on you. “You’re doing so well, my girl, look at you.”

Looking down, you expected to see that he had completely bottomed out inside you, but there was plenty more left to go. His hand held the base, not allowing you to go any further, if that was even possible. You smiled up at him, so proud of yourself, feeling so full.

Bruce’s heart swelled - and he could finally relax knowing you were okay…better than okay really. You began to rock your hips, exploring your body’s limits, feeling the push and pull of Bruce against your walls. It was worth the effort.

You established a comfortable rhythm, riding him slowly, but forcefully. The waves of now lukewarm water splashed around you, adding to the symphony of delicious noises you both were making - the feelings sending you both into nonverbal bliss. Bruce began to tense, and you weren’t far behind. The only one with a free hand, you reached down to access your clit, quickly sending shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You clenched down on Bruce’s girth as you climaxed, sending him over the edge with you. His guttural growl sent vibrations through your skin as he filled you up for the very first time. You collapsed into him, every muscle giving out from the pain and exertion.

Bruce held your weakened body in his arms, both of you exhausted beyond belief. The tub had turned cold and you began to shiver. Concerned, he held you tightly with one arm while he used the other to push himself out of the bath. You clung tightly to his neck as he walked you to the bedroom. Placing your down gently, he dried you off with a towel and handed you your robe to snuggle up into before returning to clean up the bathroom. Once you were dressed, you crawled back to the pillows aligned neatly on your bed and waited for Bruce to return.

Wrapped up in your fluffy robe, you nuzzled into Bruce’s chest. “Can I ask you a question?” Your fingers idly traced his chest, droplets of water still gripping the coarse hairs on his sternum. Bruce grunted in the affirmative, his eyelids were heavy the minute his head hit the pillow. “If you could, you know, switch back. Would you?”

Bruce hummed. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. Done some basic calculations, consulted with colleagues…but that was all before.”

“Before what?” You whispered, tipping your head to look up at him, his eyes still closed gently.

“Before you. Before our life together. Before I saw the way your eyes light up when I enter a room. You read about that sort of thing in books, right? But I never knew it was real. And me? Of all people? In this state?” You sat up, captivated by his words, tears welling up and blurring your vision. His eyes met yours, one hand tracing your spine, while the other held yours.

“So no. I’m not interested in changing back. I am Bruce Banner, I am the Hulk, and I love you.”

[blueroses789]

I wish I could be stronger

Warnings: 

Mental health issues

Smut 

Angst

Domestic violence

next chapter: Jealousy 

Chapter 1/?

When it happened: Chapter One  

You weren't sure when it happened. But at some point between the summer of seventh and eighth grade you realized that your feelings for the boy next door were far from platonic. So on the first day of grade eight you prepared your confession. You would have done it earlier, but Eren had gone away with his parents for the summer. He would call you almost every day to tell you about Bermuda (his parents were rich so they could afford shit like this). You had hoped that this meant he might like you. But all those dreams were crushed when on the first day of school he gave roses to Mikasa, and asked her out. Like everyone else you congratulated the elated couple. Inside, it was a different story. Inside it hurt like hell. Before class started, you went to the bathroom to cry. Every time you saw them walking in the hallway, hand in hand, it hurt. Yet you put on a smile anyway. What did she have that you didn’t? “Probably because you're boring.” A nasty voice said inside of you. Were you boring? Well, you did tend to fade into the background. You were the type of person who liked to help others. It was exhausting to be honest. Not that helping people bothered you. But you didn’t know your breaking point. You once helped Connie finish a project, while neglecting your own. In the end you got a C, Coonie got an A. Of course it wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t forced you to do anything. It was also true that you sort of let people walk all over you. You remembered how in the sixth grade, this girl named Mina Carolina used to push you around. It wasn’t until Eren stepped in did she stop. Then there was Thomas who kept stealing your things in the early days of highschool. Mikasa taught him a lesson for that. Once again you had to rely on someone else to solve your own problems.

With first year University came crushing deadlines, tears and stress. Your cousins had not been exaggerating. You had come to Maria University full of excitement, only to be crushed in the first week. The workload was enormous and you barely had time to yourself. Now in November, you were a walking corpse. You made sure to be quiet since Historia was asleep. It was a good thing you had chosen someone who you knew well, since not all roommates were so trustworthy. Historia had originally meant to share with Ymir. But Ymir got accepted to Liberio University. Since then Ymir had made friends with two brothers named Marco and Porco and a girl called Pieck. Apparently they were starting a band. Ymir was quite good, singing being her strong point. She did punk rock, though most of her songs were dedicated to Historia (Ymir kept saying that she doesn't like sappy romance songs. But we all know she has an entire folder of those sappy love songs for Historia). Their relationship was something out of a novel. Bad boy (or in this case bad girl) and good girl meet, eventually falling in love. You hated to say it, but you were jealous. Not because you had a crush on Historia or Ymir, but because you wished someone loved you the same way. While most of your friends had been in or were in relationships, you had not even had your first kiss. Not that you felt entitled to anyone's affections, but were you really that unattractive? A knock sounded at your door and you opened it. Historia stood on the threshold with a bag of junk food. And behind her were Eren and Mikasa. Your stomach dropped painfully. You saw the happy couple holding hands. Oh..hey. You smiled, masking your pain. Thought we could have a movie night. Historia giggled. You just wanted to study tonight, undisturbed. But you didn’t have the heart to say no to Historia. Cool! You let everyone in. Mikasa whispered and Eren smiled before giving her a kiss on the check. You wanted to go to bed and cry your heart out. But that wasn’t really an option right now. Minutes later you found yourself sitting on the couch with Historia leaning on you. Eren and Mikasa sat on the rug in front of the tv. Eren had his head in Mikasa’s lap. He used to do that with you.

It was warm for a November afternoon. You sat on the hill overlooking the school playground. As usual you had a book propped open. From a young age you loved books, especially romance. It was always thrilling to read a book about the simple country girl whisked away by a handsome boy. Sometimes, you imagined yourself in a story, waiting to be rescued. Books had a deeper meaning to you than most realized. Aged six, your parents got a divorce. Not finding comfort in either of them, you turned to an outlet. The corner of your eye caught a tuft of brown hair. Y/n! Eren flopped down beside you. Hey. Shadis giving you a hard time? You asked, sympathetically. No kidding. Eren yawned. You patted your lap. As usual, he placed his head on it. Thanks. He sighed. You smiled down at him. Content. At the age of thirteen, you couldn’t comprehend that there might be a day you would not be in that place.

It was a bit hard to focus when the couple in front of you were acting so loving. Historia didn’t seem to mind. Maybe it was because it wasn’t that obvious to anyone but you. Maybe it was because you were so fixated on them. Eventually you got up in the middle of the movie. “I’m gonna go to bed early.” You whispered to Historia. “Night.” She replied. You silently slinked out of the living room. Once in the safety of your room, you collapsed onto your bed. “Just hold it together.” You whispered to yourself. Laying on your bed, you reflected on how everything might have been different, had you just had the courage to ask Eren out earlier. Maybe not. Eren had never shown any infatuation for you. Perhaps it was for the best. At some point you noticed that outside was quiet. You could hear Historia talking to someone on the phone, probably Ymir or her sister Frieyda. A moan could be heard next door and you sharply turned your head. Realizing what it was, you turned red with shame, embarrassment and jealousy. This wasn’t the first time it had happened. But it still hurt like hell. Mikasa’s moans could be heard as clear as day. Finally, you let yourself cry.

[cafedanslanuit]

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♣   —   summary: when you told armin to pick up eren’s call while he was fucking you, you weren’t expecting things to escalate this quickly. not that you were complaining.

♣   —   pairings: armin x reader, eren x reader, armin x reader x eren

♣   —   chapter tags/warnings: oral sex (receiving), spanking, humiliation, degradation, semi-public, degradation kink, rough sex, mirror sex, alcohol and drugs.

♣   —   a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve been giving this story so far! it makes me so happy you are all enjoying it so far. when i finished this chapter i realized the influence of halsey’s ‘strange love’ had lmao so if you have a chance, check it out. also this is a eren centric chapter while the next one will be centered around armin c: 

chapter four: the bathroom sink

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Last chance.”

Armin nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You were sitting on his bed, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels. You crossed your arms and legs, a small frown on your face.

“I’m sure. You’ve been wanting to go to Pieck’s party for a long time so you should go,” he said. “I just have too much work. I- my planning skills failed me,” Armin laughed softly.

“Can’t you do them when we get back? It’s the first party we’re attending with Eren. You know since…” you made a funny face, making you both laugh. “It was supposed to be fun for the three of us.”

Your boyfriend walked from his desk to his bed and cupped your face tenderly, thumb brushing against your pouting lip.

“Have fun for me,” he said, your frown deepening. “You look really, really beautiful, though.”

“How beautiful?” you teased him, leaning your head against his palm.

“Enough that I’m having a hard time telling you to go instead of staying here with me,” Armin replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon. Tomorrow morning I submit my last paper and we can have lunch and then watch some movies together,” he offered.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he smiled. You grinned and grabbed his face, placing a lot of small, chaste kisses on his lips, loving the way he giggled at your action. “Go have fun, I promise I’ll come with you to the next one.”

“Not the same without you though,” you reminded him, pulling away and lacing your pinky fingers together.

“Yeah, but Eren’s going, right? You can have fun with him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up at him. “Fun?”

“You know, uh- fun ,” he shrugged, a light blush covering his cheeks as he put his hands inside his pockets. It took you a couple of seconds to understand what he was implying.

“ Oh , okay,” you said, nodding your head softly. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s him, so,” Armin shrugged. You nodded and took his hand to your mouth, placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Still gonna miss you, though.”

Armin smiled, pulling you closer for one last kiss before you left his dorm.

• • •

Pieck’s parties were always a huge success. She only used to throw them twice a year and maybe that’s why they were so special. Everyone sent some money to her and she would make sure to buy enough alcohol and weed to keep everyone satisfied the rest of the night. A part of you thought it was almost impossible everyone’s donations could cover everything but Pieck always seemed more than pleased to put some of her own money for the party.

You had been friends with Pieck for quite some time now, hence why she let you bring some of your friends to the party. Last year you had brought Jean and Armin with you, which led to Jean and Pieck to start dating. You liked how good they looked with each other and that Jean had finally closed the Mikasa chapter and was trying something new. Pieck always seemed calm and collected, loving to nuzzle on Jean’s chest whenever they sat together. Nevertheless, you had also seen her break up a fight with her bare hands between two guys bigger than her. Since then you had a newfound respect and admiration for the brunette.

“Hey, where’s Armin?” Jean asked as he opened the door to let you and Eren inside.

“Got caught up with some projects,” you answered and Jean clicked his tongue. Eren and you took off your jackets and gave it to Jean for him to leave them in Pieck’s room.

“Sucks to be him. Porco and Reiner brought really good weed tonight,” he said as he made his way to the corridor.

Eren and you went to the living room, finding Pieck and her friends already starting with the bong. She complimented your dress and you grinned at her, spinning so she could see the back of it as well. After earning a couple of whistles from Pieck’s friends, you sat beside Eren.

“New dress?” he asked.

“Mmhm, bought it when Pieck said she was throwing another party,” you said. Eren laughed.

“I don’t know how you do this. I put on the first thing I saw in my closet,” he confessed and took the bong from Pieck. You took a moment to eye his black shirt and dark jeans.

“You don’t look so bad,” you commented, shrugging as Eren took a hit. “Is it really good?” you asked.

He hummed. “Want some?”

“I’d rather drink tonight. And last time I mixed weed and rum-”

“Yeah, I remember you sitting by the window with lost eyes like you were in another dimension” Eren chuckled, taking another hit. You hit him with one of the pillows to which he laughed harder.

Ever since the first time you had kissed him, Eren had made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. He behaved the same way he always did whenever he wasn’t thrusting inside of you as Armin stroked himself.  Somehow it was really comfortable to know your friendship wasn’t in danger, that even if it had shifted to something entirely different he still found it in him to playfully nudge you during class or let you copy his notes if you shared a class.

One hour later, Pieck’s place was packed with people. The music was loud, big speakers filling the apartment as people danced around. Pieck had set a table only for booze and you couldn’t count all the bottles even if you tried. Whiskey, vodka, rum and cans of beer were on display for anyone to take and even if everyone already looked more than a bit tipsy, there was still alcohol to spare.

You watched amused as Eren played beer pong with Reiner, the cups filled with one shot of vodka instead of beer. Reiner won by a very short difference, which made Eren call a rematch, which he finally won. You played your own match with Porco but with beer, winning the match on your first try and making sure to remind him every chance you got the rest of the night, laughing at his pouty face. After dancing with some of your friends, you spotted Eren sitting on one of the sofas and went to sit next to him, asking how he was doing. Even if he swore he was okay, you noticed his head slightly swaying. You suggested dancing it off.

Next thing you knew, one of Eren’s hands was set on your hip as the other was placed on the small of your back, while you had your arms around his neck. The way his hips moving filling your mind with ideas of you riding him, his cock deep inside you as he grabbed your hair in his fist. Your eyes locked on his green ones for one moment before quickly shifting your gaze anywhere else but him. Even if you knew that if you were to make an advance he would be more than willing, you kept repeating to yourself that you weren’t alone. Pieck’s entire apartment was filled with people that knew you were Armin’s girlfriend. Honestly, most of them would take a second look if they saw how close Eren and you were dancing

Eren’s thigh moved forward until they were between your legs, your hips moving on their own against him. You cursed under your breath and then let out a small chuckle, looking back at your friend.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said. Eren raised his eyebrows, amused.

“Am I?”

Before you could reply, Eren had taken both of your hands and in a swift movement, made you spin until your back was against his chest. Not letting go of your hands, he placed them on top of your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch as he kept moving his hips to the beat of the song.

You felt as if every vodka shot you had taken with Pieck had gone straight to your head at once.

“Keep dancing,” Eren whispered against your ear, his voice sending bolts of pleasure directly between your legs.

Moving your hips to the music, you tried to focus on anything other than Eren’s semi-hard cock grinding against your ass. You looked around, afraid someone was going to notice but everyone seemed to be occupied on their own. You noticed Pieck straddling Jean on the couch as she danced on top of him, some other couples making out against the walls or dancing even more lavishly than you and Eren were. Still, you felt your knees getting weaker as you kept feeling his breath against your neck.

You arched your back and started throwing your hips back, your ass bouncing against Eren’s crotch along with the beat of the music. You felt his hands tensing over yours, grabbing your hips much harder as you danced.

Maybe nothing else would have happened if you hadn’t looked over your shoulder. Maybe someone would have whistled and you would have been brought to reality, remembering what everyone thought your status was and how inappropriate they were acting. But you did look over your shoulder, eyes locking for a couple of seconds with Eren, which was more than enough for him to drag you to one of the bathrooms and locking the door behind you.

Eren kissed you roughly as your back hit the bathroom sink, his hands roaming around your body.

“Wait, fuck- can we- is it okay if he?” he tried to ask in between the kiss, his body and mind colliding against each other.

“Yeah,” you said breathless, running up your hands across his back. “He said it was fine.”

That was all Eren needed for his hands to travel up your legs and underneath your small dress. He tugged on your panties and lowered them to the ground and you stepped away, letting him pick them up and storing them in his back pocket. He stood up again, his lips colliding with yours as he grabbed the back of your thighs, helping you get on the counter. His mouth travelled down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until they reached the mount of your breasts, pressing his face against them and nipping on the skin gently, making sure not to leave marks.

He started lowering, kissing your stomach over your dress with his green eyes on yours as he sunk to his knees. His fingers trailed your skin from your ankles up to your thighs, spreading your legs apart gently until your pussy was in front of him. You looked at him, chest rising up and down from your ragged breathing as you watched him leave small kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Only fair you get to come on my face this time,” he said. Not even the music outside the bathroom was loud enough for you not to hear him clearly, your legs twitching at his words. He smirked and pulled your legs apart wider as he trailed up a slow path of small kisses to your pussy.

As soon as he pressed his lips against your folds, both you and him noticed how wet you were. He hummed, the vibration of his voice making you breathe heavily, biting back a moan. Eren licked across your slit, collecting all your wetness with his tongue. It was the first time he was going down on you and damn if you weren’t already lightheaded. Plus, the fact you were doing it in your friend’s bathroom with everyone outside added a sultry element you seemed to enjoy.

Eren placed his mouth on you again, his tongue drawing teasing circles around your clit. You whimpered, your hand going to tangle on his hair, messy bun a bit dishevelled. He groaned against you, loving every time you pulled his locks and used the flat part of his tongue on your clit, earning new moans from you. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder as he pushed the other one a little further apart, his mouth still moving on you.

He sucked gently on your clit and you threw your head back, hitting yourself with the mirror.

“Fuck-- Eren, please ,” you panted, your hips bucking against his face. Eren dug his fingers on the plush of your thighs as he kept moving his tongue, getting you closer and closer to your limit.

Eren began lapping exactly where you needed him, a hand shooting to your mouth to muffle your sounds as you whined. Your other hand tightened its hold on Eren’s hair. He let you keep his head in place as you rolled your hips against his face, setting your own rhythm as he saw you search for your high. As soon as he noticed your hips stuttering, its movements desperate, he grabbed your legs still again, his tongue directly playing with your clit.

You came on his mouth, a hand over your own as you tried your best not to make too much noise. Eren stayed a couple of moments after your orgasm, giving your pussy slow, delicate licks to help you ride your orgasm off.

“Told ya’ I owed you,” he huffed playfully, making you remember what he had told you after the first time you had given him head. You chuckled as he stood up, kissing you languidly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, your body reacting to him as if you couldn’t do anything else but press yourself against him.

Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed your neck. Long ago you had come up with the rule of not leaving any marks on your skin. As much as you loved finding bruises and love bites whenever you were showering, you preferred that to be a thing just between Armin and you. Since you had made that request, Eren had been extremely gentle whenever he kissed your skin, letting his lips drag across your skin teasingly before placing a soft kiss.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“Huh?” you asked, letting his shirt fall to the floor, your hands caressing his toned chest.

“Well, this is a fantasy,” he said, pulling away so he could look at your face, his lips brushing against yours. “So I want to make you feel good.”

Eren didn’t miss the way your legs clenched on either side of his waist. He went back to kissing the other side of your neck as you made up your mind, hands roaming around his back and hair as he did so.

He didn’t have to wait long for your answer.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you sighed. Eren pulled away once more and looked at you, one of his hands palming your breast.

“How rough?”

“Until I tell you to stop,” you breathed out, your back arching at his ministrations. Eren nodded and kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you once again started losing focus of everyone that was happening.

In that moment, your mind was filled with his hand playing with your tits while the other one went back to your folds, his index and middle finger rubbing soft circles, making you moan against your mouth. Eren pulled away from you and you watched him take out his wallet and then a condom from it. He put it between his teeth and then undid his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles along with his underwear.

You could never get used to seeing Eren’s cock. A part of your brain still was shocked as you tried to remember this was your new normal, getting railed by your friend with your boyfriend’s permission. Your hand closed around his length and you started pumping him, his tip already leaking precum. Eren ripped the condom package and rolled it over himself all the way to the base.

You leaned over to kiss him again, this time his lips moving rougher on you. You tried locking your legs around his waist, wanting to feel his cock against you. Instead, Eren grabbed both your legs and yanked you down the counter and onto the floor. You stumbled a bit on your high heels but he quickly turned you around and bent you over the bathroom sink.

Eren lifted your dress until it was resting on your waist, your ass exposed to him. He parted your legs with his foot and then lined up his cock with your entrance. Only a couple of inches inside you was enough for you to let out a high-pitched moan, your hands grabbing on the faucet desperately, the stretch making your head spin.

A hard slap fell against your ass.

“Keep it the fuck down. Do you want everyone to know your boyfriend’s friend has his cock inside you?” he hissed. The determination of his voice made you clench around him. Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair up, forcing you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

You watched your eyes and parted lips as Eren kept pushing inside of you, a whimper escaping your lips once he bottomed out. He took your hands and put them against the mirror. His own hands slid down your back until they settled on your hips. He started thrusting against you, your breath creating a fog on the mirror in front of you. You let your head fall, biting your lip as he kept moving his hips.

One of Eren’s hands went to your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror once more. You could not only see your face flushed with desire but also how his hair was almost completely loose and falling over his forehead as he kept thrusting against you.

“Look at yourself. You love being fucked as a slut, don’t you?”

Once again his words stirred something deep inside you. You desperately tried to hold on to something, your hands sliding down against the mirror until you positioned them correctly again. Eren smacked your ass hard again.

“I asked a fucking question,” he grunted, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Yes- fuck, yes, I do,” you panted. Eren picked up his face and you felt your legs falter. “Keep going, please.”

His hand went back to holding your head up by your hair, the other one gripping your ass firmly. Eren’s grunts were barely audible due to the music outside but made you melt every time you heard them. You started moving your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you did your best not to make too much noise.

Eren slapped your ass again, making you clench against him. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath and let his hand fall on your ass once more. Only a couple more thrusts were needed for you to come around him as well, one of your hands flying to your mouth to try and muffle your loud moans.

You heard Eren curse again and fasten his pace, letting go of your hair and settling both his hands on your hips. His orgasm followed a few moments later and you heard him groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You squeezed him as he came down from his high, earning a soft chuckle from the man behind you.

“Stop, I literally have nothing left,” he joked, removing himself from you and discarding the condom in the bathroom bin.

You laughed along as he helped you stand up again, lowering your dress in the process. Thanking him, you looked at your reflection again, cleaning the eyeliner smudge on the outside corner of your eyes and fixing your hair. Eren pulled up his underwear and pants and once his clothes were back in place, he handed you your panties that he had put inside his pockets.

“I can’t come out of this bathroom holding my panties,” you reminded him with a soft laugh. “Can you like- keep them for a moment? Once we leave this place you can hand them back.”

“Sure, sure,” Eren said, putting your panties back in his pocket. You looked at each other in the eyes and couldn’t help but burst into laughter once more.

“I’ll leave first, wait a bit before going outside,” you instructed him and Eren nodded, leaning against the counter and taking out his phone to keep himself distracted as he waited.

Nobody noticed you leaving the bathroom, nor the funny way you were walking. You grabbed one of the beers from the table and plopped on one of the sofas. You observed your surroundings and wondered if time had really passed as everything seemed to be the same. Jean and Pieck were now making out in the same sofa she had been dancing on and nobody spared a second glance at you.

You felt someone sitting down next to you, opening a can of beer as well. You turned to the side and saw Eren, his hair tied on a half-bun again and looking visibly refreshed. His eyes locked with yours and he smirked.

You clinked your beer cans. You sure knew how to keep a secret.

[libraryofloveletters]

buck x fem reader work together / secretly dating but they act like they hate each other and the team doesn’t know. reader is also bobby’s daughter (or niece up to you) and scared of his reaction (prompts 17, 37, 42, 81)

Unconventional

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Prompts: #17: “We shouldn’t be doing this”, #37: “Uh why is your shirt inside out?”, #42: “I love you”, #81: “I can explain” 

Warnings: fem!reader, worrying, vulgar/suggestive comments (kinda but not really ?), suggested sexual content, a few swear words, kissing, mentions of hospitals, surgery and injuries. 

Category: fluff with a lil angst 

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's Note: I wrote it as bobby’s niece, it just made more sense :) hope you liked it!! 

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Evan Buckley was a pain in your ass. 

He had been since the day you met him. His annoyingly attractive face, his stupid pretty blue eyes and his smile, not to mention how sweet he was. You couldn't help but hate him. Not in the typical “I hate your guts and hope you fall down a flight of stairs” way but in the “god you’re gorgeous and I want to marry you” way. 

Did you plan on liking the ridiculously attractive firefighter ? Most definitely not. 

Were you also planning on dating him in secret ? Also a no. 

Hence why you were sitting in his jeep on a Saturday at 3 in the morning. The two of you had gone on a date to this little restaurant outside of the city but everything that could go wrong kind of did go wrong.

Buck’s shift was supposed to end at 6 but they got a call last minute so he didn’t get home until 7:30. You called to push the reservation back and when he did pick you up, you got stuck in traffic. By the time the two of you got to the restaurant, it was 8:30 and the woman said she called to see if the two of you still needed the reservation but there was no answer (she didn’t call but neither of you were in the mood to argue) - Now it's 9 pm and the two of you still haven't had dinner. Venturing down the block, there was nowhere that seemed appealing. The night really began at some random mom and pop dinner you spotted by the beach. Deciding to have your own little dinner date on the beach, it was now 9:30. Buck had a blanket in the trunk (you didn’t ask why nor did you really wanna know) and you sat on the beach and had dinner. Time flew by, it was around 1 when the two of you began wondering what time it was. 

The date was now prolonged by Buck’s craving for something sweet so once again, the two of you were on a hunt but for somewhere to go. He googled the closest ice cream parlour but most places were closed, he searched until he finally found a place that was 20 minutes away. It was totally worth the drive considering it was some of the best ice cream you've had in your life. Which now brought you to 2:20 in the morning, the two of you were still sitting on the hood on his jeep, a container of half eaten ice cream between you. 

Buck looked over at you, a smile on his face. “Did you have fun ? despite, you know, all the shit that went wrong ?” you chuckled, “I did.” Buck had a shift at 11 so it was time for the night to come to an end. One of his hands held yours and the other on the wheel, you were staring out the window as the breeze blew by. 

“Something on your mind babe?” Buck asked you, glancing over at you as you turned towards him. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this” you mumbled, you didn’t want to end things with him but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have doubts about where this relationship was going. “What do you mean ?” he asks, his eyes on the road. “I mean how long are we going to hide this from everyone ?” your eyes back out the window, Buck sighed and the conversation dropped. There were a few minutes of silence and the tension filled the car, Buck finally spoke up “you were the one that didn’t want to say anything.” his voice came off a bit harsher than you expected, letting go of his hand, your body shifted towards the door and way from him. He noticed your change in emotion and seating. 

“Babe, I'm sorry. It's just that you didn’t want to say anything and it’s entirely your choice. I get it but we can figure it out. One step at a time, okay ?” Buck looks over at you when he pulls into the parking lot. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine.” leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek.  “Good night Buck, thank you for tonight” you give him a smile and get out of the jeep. Buck follows you, “let me walk you up,” he grabs your wrist, the two of you stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “That’s fine, I'll text you so you know I’m okay. You need to get home anyways, you have a shift and you need your sleep” shaking your head, you pull your hand away from him and head inside before he can ask again. 

He was right, it was your choice not to say anything but you weren't sure how your uncle would react. This relationship wouldn't just affect your relationship with him but also his relationship with Buck. You didn’t- couldn't let Buck jeopardize his work life for his love life. 

Shutting the door once you get into your apartment, you send a text to your boyfriend. 

To Lover Boy Buck: I’m home, text me when you get home. Sleep well <3

From Lover Boy Buck: Just pulled in, goodnight babe 

----

Athena’s birthday was on Saturday and Bobby had planned a surprise party for her. With a little help from May, things were in place. 

Bobby had taken Athena out for lunch at some fancy cafe that was impossible to get into and then to see a play. While they were out, you headed over to their place to help May set up. Upon arriving, you saw that Hen was already there as was Buck. 

“Good afternoon my loves!” you shout as you walk over to the kitchen. “I come with coffee” you hand a cup to May and the other to Hen, the two are thankful for the coffee as you had a shit ton of decorating to do and only a few hours to get it done. Buck leant against the wall by the kitchen entryway, “where's mine?” he asked which made you roll your eyes. “Didn’t know that you were gonna be here, no one invited you anyways.” you reply, sorting through the packages of balloons on the table, you toss one and it hits him square in the face. 

“Ow!” he shouts, rubbing his cheek. 

“Oh did I hurt you ?” you ask, pouting at him mockingly. 

Considering the weird note that the two of you left on during your last date, plus not being able to see each other that week left things in a bit of a mess. 

May and Hen exchange glances, “Buck, how about you help put up the banner in the backyard ?” she practically dragged Buck by the arm and into the yard. May was in the kitchen icing some cupcakes that she and Harry had made the night before when she called for you. 

“Why don't you get along with Buck ? I don't know him all the well but he seems like a good guy” May pleads his case unintentionally. 

He is a good guy 

“Ever meet someone and you just don’t like them ?” you ask, she hums. “That’s me with Buck” is what came out instead. 

“I get it.” she nodded, she began telling you about a guy in her chemistry class that just got on her nerves all the time. You excused yourself when the doorbell rang. Chim and Maddie had arrived right as Karen pulled into the driveway with Denny and Nia. You let everyone in and they began helping too. About an hour later, Eddie arrives with Chris and the cake. You take the cake from him so he can help Chris with his jacket.  

“Buck!” you shout

“Yeah ba- yeah ?” he corrects himself last second. Your eyes widen at the word that almost slipped out of his mouth. No one seem to catch it except for Chim who gave you a weird look but you just brush it off. 

“Take this, I need to change.” you hand the cake off to him and head to the bathroom to change into your dress. A few moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then it opened. 

“Hey! I'm chang- oh it’s just you” you mumble as he shuts the door. Buck’s back pressed up against the door. “Are you just gonna watch me or are you going to help me?” you turn, your back towards him now. Pulling your hair over your shoulder, you feel one of Buck’s hands on your waist and then the tug of the zipper.  

“Must you always fight with me, y/n ?” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Must you always get on my nerves, Evan ?” you were looking back at him in the mirror, he flashed you a smile and nodded, a rather amused look on his face. “Yeah, it's kind of my job to irritate you” his arms loosen as you turn around to face him now, leaning back against the counter. “Well I guess then I have to fight with you” running your hand through his hair, he leans into you, his forehead against yours. 

“You know, they say make love, not war” he whispers, his lips almost touching yours. A little chuckle slips past your lips, “is this your way of saying that we should stop fighting ?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his lips. Buck pulls you closer to him - which you didn’t even think was possible, “no, it’s my way of saying we should make love” he smiles against your lips as he lifts you up onto the counter and you let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. “Oops” a hand comes up to cover your mouth. Buck can't help but smile, you were adorable and all he wanted was to go out there and tell everyone that he’s in love with you, something he hadn't even told you yet, but at last, he could not. 

“You’re cheesy, you know that right ?” looking up at him whilst you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you want to fuck me, just say so” he tells you to which you reply “you're so vulgar Evan” while rolling your eyes. 

“Oh I'll show you vulgar” he chuckles and pulls off his shirt, his hand reaching behind you to unzip your dress. 

--

Buck left the bathroom first, the house had filled up within the 20 minutes the two of you were in the bathroom. He ran his hand through his hair in hopes to fix it from the tugging that just happened. As he stepped out into the backyard, his sister’s voice called out to him.

“Buck!” she walked over, “you’ve been so busy I haven't gotten a chance to say hi yet” she pulls her brother into a hug. Maddie’s face screws into a confused look. “Did you try a new body wash or something ?” she looks up at Buck, his brows furrow but he shakes his head. “Why?” he asks, “you smell like mint” she informs him. 

You step out into the backyard, a tube of mint chapstick between your fingers,  being applied to your lips. Buck’s eyes were on you, watching as the tube rubbed across your lips, his mind back to those lips were moments ago. Chimney’s voice caused him to pull his eyes away from you and onto him. 

“Uh why is your shirt inside out?” Chim asks him, brows raised. Buck looks down and his shirt is on inside out, “uh, I- uh I had to change.” he says, hoping they’d believe him. 

“You had that shirt on when we got here.” Chim had a puzzled look on his face. 

“Oh Christopher is calling for me, excuse me” Buck walks off before they could say anything. He did indeed make his way over to Eddie and Chris, you were on the other side of the backyard when your phone chimed. 

From Lover Boy Buck: Couldn't you have told me my shirt was on inside out?

To Lover Boy Buck: And how was I supposed to know that ? I didn’t have time to look at you

From Lover Boy Buck: Oh really ? You had plenty of time a few minutes ago 

To Lover Boy Buck: Behave. 

From Lover Boy Buck: Make me. 

You roll your eyes at his comment, May coming out and shouting that they just pulled in. Everyone stood by the backdoors, waiting for Athena and Bobby to come in. 

Athena had a blindfold on as Bobby led her down the stairs to the backyard. “I swear if you did somethin-” he undoes the blindfold mid sentence. 

“Surprise!!” everyone shouts, Athena had a huge smile on her face. She turns to Bobby, “you did all this ?” he smiles but shakes his head, “I had some help” nodding towards May, Athena walked over to her daughter to give her a hug. Bobby and Athena went around to say hello to everyone, Bobby coming over to you and Eddie, Buck and Chris were sitting beside each other. “Hey” Bobby smiled at the two of you, “hey” you smiled back before you gave him a hug. 

“What do I own you for today ?” he asks you

“Nothing at all, I'm glad I could help.” 

“Are you sure kid ?” 

“Yeah, I'm good. I’ll let you know if I need something uncle Bobby” 

He smiles and goes off to talk to Chim and Maddie. Eddie switches places with Buck, Christopher showing his father the trick that Buck just showed him. “You’re good with kids” you tell him, “yeah, I know” he replies. “You're also an arrogant asshole but perspective I suppose.” Buck chuckled at your comment, watching as you walked away. 

It was a while before you sat down for dinner, you were in the house with Bobby, helping him bring stuff out while everyone got seated. When you returned, there were two seats left. One at the head of the table, which was where your uncle was currently headed, leaving you no choice but to sit beside Buck. “Pass me the green bowl ?” he asks you, “no thanks” you reply nonchalantly. Bobby gives you a look, “y/n, pass him the bowl” you sighed and handed the bowl to Buck who was snickering. It took all of you not to smack this man in front of everyone. 

A hand on your upper thigh startled you, you coughed and Eddie looked at you from across the table, his brows furrowed. Your hand comes down to rest on top of Buck’s. Chris followed his father’s look over to you, “are you okay y/n?” he asked you sweetly, you smiled at him. “I’m okay buddy, thank you for asking” Buck bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Oh how he wanted to kiss you right now, but again, he couldn't really do that, could he? He settled for holding your hand under the table like teenagers for now. 

----

8 o'clock and you were supposed to be there 20 minutes ago. Bobby was probably there wondering where you were. You were supposed to be having dinner with your uncle tonight to tell him about you and Buck. Buck offered to tell him but you felt like it was only right for you to tell him. 

You dialled the number but it rang out. You assumed he was still driving or maybe he was ruining late too. The phone rang while you searched for something to wear. It was Bobby. 

“Hey!” you answer, “I'm gonna be a little late” 

“Y/n, we’re gonna have to take a rain check on dinner.” Something was wrong, you could tell from the way he answered. 

“Everything okay ? Are you still at work ?” 

“I’m at the hospital.” 

“What? Why? Are you okay ? Is it Athena ?” 

“Athena and I are fine. It’s Buck, he’s in surgery right now. I don't think I'll be leaving anything soon. I’m sorry about dinner.” 

Your heart dropped when he said it was Buck. 

“Did anyone tell Maddie ? Do you want me to pick her up ?” 

“It's alright, Chim went and got her. You don't have to come, we’re ok-” 

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes” 

Grabbing the keys, you’ve never run down the stairs so fast in your life. The whole drive over, it felt like the world was moving in slow motion. He’d still be in surgery when you arrived but you needed to know what happened. 

I love you Evan Buckley. 

The 5 words replaying in your head over and over again. The 5 words you hadn’t gotten the chance to say to him. The team plus Maddie and Athena were in the waiting room. Bobby came over and gave you a hug, “is he okay ? Did you guys hear anything ?” you ask as you sit beside Maddie. “Not yet” Bobby returns to his seat. 

“Mads, I'm sorry” you gave her a hug, she gave you a small smile. “It’s okay. Buck’ll pull through. He always does.” 

-- 

3 hours later and still nothing, he had been in surgery 2 hours prior to you arriving, bringing it to a total of 5 hours. Athena and Bobby left for a few minutes to see if they could get an update on him. You looked around the room, Eddie was leant against the wall, his legs on the chairs in front of him, Hen stood by the window on the phone with who you assumed was Karen. Chim’s arm was wrapped around Maddie, her head resting on his shoulder. 

Bobby and Athena returned telling everyone that there was no update other than he was still in surgery. Your leg bounced as you waited, Bobby rested a hand on your knee when he sat back down. 

“You okay kid ?” 

“Mhm hm why ?”

“You only bounce your leg when you’re nervous. You’re sure you’re okay ?” 

“Yeah, I'm gonna go get some coffee” you announce as you get up. If you spent another minute in that room, you were going to combust, you couldn't take it. “Does anyone want anything ?” there were a few mumbles of no but Eddie gets up and says he’ll come with you. The two of you walk down the hallway to the other end. Slipping a bill into the machine, it buzzes and then nothing. Eddie watches as you push the button a few times. Frustrated and tired, your hand smacks against the machine. A few nurses glare in your direction. 

“Hey, go get some air okay ? I’ll get the coffee and meet you outside” Eddie’s hand on your back, leading you to the doors.

“Eddie, I'm fine” 

“Y/n, go. You’ve been in here for a while and honestly, I could use the air too.” 

Not in the mood to protest, you step outside. It was a little past 11 now, it was dark and cold out. Your back pressed up against the brick wall, the coldness seeping through your shirt. A hand running over your face in an attempt to wake you up, you sigh as the door opens. 

“Here” Eddie handed you a mug that didn’t look like it came from a machine. The mug read “#1 nurse” on it and his says “world’s best mom” your brows furrow, looking at the man standing beside you. “I sweet talked one of the nurses, it's fine. I promised to return the mugs when we're done.” he says casually, making you smile. You had always enjoyed Eddie’s company, he didn’t ask questions or poke around in your life, he just lived in the moment. 

“Cute shirt” he chuckles, looking down at the blue t-shirt you had on. You hadn't realized that you left wearing it. “Oh thanks” you mumble, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s Buck’s, isn't it?” he asks, you almost choked on the coffee. 

“Wha- why would you ask me that ?” 

“It reeks of his cologne,” Eddie chucked. “I’ve known for months, y/n. The two of you aren't as slick as you think.” 

“Who else knows ?” 

“No one that I know of, Chim has an idea but he hasn't said anything” 

You hummed, looking out at the parking lot in front of you. “Does Bobby know ?” Eddie’s eyes practically burn into your side.

“I was going to tell him tonight.” 

Eddie’s phone buzzed before he could say anything else. “Let’s go in, the doctors are out.” Eddie followed you into the building and back into the waiting room. The doctor has just stepped in, she glanced back at you and Eddie, “Are you here for Buckley as well ?” 

“Yeah, how is he?” Eddie asks, the two of you step further into the room. “He’s stable as of now, we managed to stop the bleeding. He’s asleep but he’s got a long road ahead of him.��� the doctor inform everyone, you watch as Maddie lets out a sigh, her hand squeezing Chim’s. “I can take someone in, if they’d like to go in” Chim let go of Maddie’s hand as she went to follow the doctor down the hall. Eddie could sense the change in body language, you were relaxed until Maddie stepped out with the doctor. His hand rests on your back again, “let’s sit down. You can go in after” he whispered to you. To anyone else in the room, it would look like something was happening between you and Eddie but he was just comforting you. There was nothing happening. 

The person you were in love with was laying in a hospital bed at the other end of the hallway. 

One by one, everyone went in to see him. Chim went in first, meeting Maddie in his room. When they return, they let everyone know he’s awake. Bobby and Athena are next, they go in for a few minutes. Hen was after them, you could hear them laughing from the other end of the hallway. 

It was so good to hear him laugh. 

You and Eddie went in last. Eddie sat beside his bed on the chair, he and Buck having a conversation. Eddie looked over at you, you were standing by the door. “I think I'll go call Chris and let him know you’re alright” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder before stepping out the room. 

Buck’s attention was now on you. “hey you” he mumbles, trying to shift into a sitting position. “Don’t move, you’ll rip your stitches.” you take a seat where Eddie was a few moments ago. Buck’s hand reaches for yours, although he was awake, his hand felt cold. Your hand rubbed against his, his eyes on you. Neither of you say anything to the other. 

“I thought I lost you for a minute there.” 

“You’ll never lose me, y/n” Buck’s hand squeezes yours. 

“But I almost did and I hated every minute of it.” the tears welling up by your eyes, you blink a few times to get rid of them but instead a few slip down. Buck reaches up to wipe your tears, his hand cupping your cheek. 

“All of this for me ?” he teases, “there was no need to worry, you know that, right?” 

“You scared me you ass, don't do that” you sniffle, your hand wrapping around his wrist. 

“Y/n, I need to tell you something” his eyes were on yours, now you were worried again. “Okay, what is-” 

“I love you” he blurts out. 

“Oh Buck” you breathe, the soft expression on his face changes to a worried one. “Oh god, I'm sor-” your hand comes up and covers his mouth. 

“I love you too” you smile at him, you can feel him smile against your hand. Moving your hand to his cheek, “you do ?” he asks, you nod. “How can I not ?” Leaning out of the chair, your lips meet his. Your hand is still cupping his face and his hand lifting off the bed to meet your waist. Shifting from the chair to the bed, you sat beside Buck, your lips still on his. 

“Excuse me?” someone clears their throat, Buck pulls away to look at who's by the door. Bobby stood in the doorway, his arms folded in front of him and a rather amused Athena beside him. Buck’s eyes widen, you look over your shoulder to see your uncle standing there. 

“I can explain. Bobby I-” Buck starts, but Bobby cuts him off. “It’s okay Buck, I know.” he steps into the room. 

“You do?” the two of you say at the same time, both of you looking at him. Bobby nods, “I might be old - well older than you two but I’m not dumb” he chuckles, “if anything, you two are the dumb ones for thinking I wouldn't know.” he says 

“I was going to tell you at dinner” 

“I figured as much, I also figured you’d want to be here when Buck woke up” 

“Thank you for calling” you smile at him, he gives you a nod. “Everyone is heading home, are you going to stay with him ?” 

You hum, your attention back on Buck. You could hear Athena and Bobby whispering in the back and then the door shuts. Buck shifts slightly on the bed, making space for you. Laying on your side, beside him, your finger traces over the words tattooed on his forearm. The world had come to a pause finally, the things around you didn’t matter right now. Everything you cared about was beside you, the hospital wasn't the ideal place but all you cared about that he was okay. 

“Tell me again” you whisper, your head on his shoulder. Buck turns his head to look at you. 

“I love you y/n l/n” 

“I love you Evan Buckley” 

Turns out you did get to say those 5 words after all. 

--- 

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[crypticwanda]

Hii can I request a mile high club with wanda? 😳

OH VERY MUCH YES

Mile High Club

summary: you and wanda are on a flight back home when wanda has a crazy idea

pairing(s): wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, airplane sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving), degradation, praise, begging, dom!reader and needy sub!wanda

notes: I got so carried away with this but I love it so much-

taglist: @myperfectlovepoem @olsensnpm @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @internetsubmarines @supersourlemon13 @madamevirgo @fayhar @royalityofmultifandom @b0mbdotc0m

"Flight 814, first class now boarding..."

You grunted as you stood up from the chair you were sitting at and turned your head over to prompt Wanda to stand up as well. She followed as she stood up next to you and grabbed ahold of her suitcase that she was dragging behind her. It was dark and you had a long flight ahead of you. Both of you walked up to the booth, showed them your boarding tickets, and began walking down the long hallway that leads into the plane. Once on the plane, you both walked up to the first class section and you helped Wanda put her suitcase in the carrier above your heads, as well as your own suitcase.

A loud sigh left your nose as you sat down in your seat. Wanda had occupied the window seat next to you and you had taken the aisle seat. You adjusted yourself and tried to make yourself comfortable in the seat. A loud sigh was heard next to you from Wanda. You turned to see Wanda staring out the window, holding her chin up with her fist. "You okay?" You ask softly as she reverts her eyes to look at you. "Yeah, I'm fine." She breathed out, moving her eyes back to the window. Your eyes peered at her, you could recognize the tone in her voice and her lack of eye contact.

"What's wrong, Wanda?"

Your voice was still soft, yet there was a subtle demanding tone to it. Her eyebrow cocked up as she slightly turned her head to look over at you. "Nothing." She said while shaking her head and turning her attention back to the window. A loud, and obviously annoyed, sigh left your lips as you pressed your head against the headrest on your seat. You had just tried to brush it off, maybe she was just hungry or irritated about flying. Many thoughts swamped in your mind but you knew it was best to just let it go, plus, she was probably listening to everything you were thinking in your mind. You looked up as you heard a 'ding' noise and saw the seatbelt button was flashing. Both you and wanda buckled the seatbelts around your waist as the plane began to take off.

A few hours had passed on your long flight and you had tried to sleep while you could. Luckily, you had gotten first class seats and they were much more comfortable than coach. You had a pillow on the back of your neck as you tried to get some sleep. You could hear Wanda shift slightly next to you, but you didn't respond.

A few more minutes passed until you could hear Wanda shift again and you could feel her lay her head in your neck. You sighed in relief, thinking that she had finally gotten over her little anger from earlier. That was until you felt her lips press against your exposed neck. Your body shuddered slightly at the sudden contact and your eyes opened and peered over at her. "I can't sleep." She pants out. The plane was dark, but you could barely see that her face is red. "Not here, Wanda." You say, knowing exactly what she wants. She whimpers slightly as she tightens her grip on the hem of your jacket. She brought her lips back up to your neck and pressed soft kisses against your exposed neck, despite your previous statement. You grunted slightly as you harshly breathed air out of your nose, turning your head to look around and see that most people had already gone to sleep. You sigh deeply before pushing her away from your neck slowly and turning to look at her. "Go to the bathroom." You commanded as her eyes lit up and she almsot immediately stood up and shuffled her way over down the long aisle to the bathroom.

You sighed once again as you brought your hand up and unzipped your jacket and pulled it off your arms, leaving you in a tank top. You waited about another minute before standing up and walking down to the bathroom on the other side of the aisle. You had slid the door open and quickly closed it behind you as Wanda stood up. Immediately, you harshly grabbed ahold of her face in your hands and pressed your lips against hers. She gasped against your lips as you turned and pressed her body up against the wall of the small bathroom. You kept her lips locked in a rough kiss as your hands ran from her shoulders down to her stomach. "You just couldn't wait a few more hours until we got home, huh?" You pulled away from her lips for a second as your hands pushed under her shirt and rested themselves on her upper stomach, all Wanda could do was moan in response. Your hand moved from her stomach and pressed over her mouth as her eyes moved back onto your own. "Now, Now, there are a lot of people sleeping on this plane. You gotta keep quiet for me, okay?" You said as she immediately nodded into your hand.

Quickly, you attached your lips onto hers again as you could hear a sigh of relief coming from Wanda. Your hand returned to it's postion on her stomach as you slowly began to fiddle with the button on her shorts. Her shorts fell from her hips down to her knees and you laid your hand in between her legs, on her clothed slit. You started rubbing in circles with your middle and ring finger on her clothed slit, causing her to buck her hips up at your hand. "So needy." You commented as you pushed her underwear aside and pressed your finger against her wet, bare slit. "Please..." she whispered out as she kept her arms around your neck. "Please what, baby?" You ask as you keep your fingers pressed up against her clit but don't proceed to move them. "Please touch me. I want your fingers inside me." She breathes out as you smirk before attaching your lips against hers again and slipping your middle finger inside her. A repressed moan was caught in her throat as you started pushing your finger in and out of her.

Your lips started to move from hers, down her jawline, and onto her neck as you kept a steady pace of moving your finger inside of her. You sucked and bit on her exposed neck, most definitely leaving hickeys for tomorrow. Small curses left her lips as you inserted another finger into her. Her tightened on the back of your shirt as her head hit the back of the wall. Her breaths became more raspy and quick as you felt her walls begin to clench around your fingers. A whimper left her lips as she quickly slammed her hand over her mouth to conceal the moan picking at her lips. Her legs shook as she came into your hand. "You're so needy for me, baby." You breathed out as you pulled away from her neck for a moment to see her panting heavily and facing her head towards the ceiling. You brought your hand up to your mouth and hummed as you suck each and every one of your fingers, savoring her taste.

You then pressed your lips against hers once again, allowing her to taste herself on your lips. "Now I have to make sure my baby is taken care of, don't I?" You comment as you held her chin up with your finger. Your hands slide down to her waist as you turn her body to the side and gesture for her to sit on the edge of the toilet seat. You kneeled down between her legs, and kept your hands tightly on either of her thighs. "Stay quiet, and let me take care of you baby." You whisper as you lean your head down and press a few soft kisses to her inner thighs before raising your head up to her already dripping slit. You licked a line up her slit causing her body to shutter slightly at the touch of your tounge. Your hands moved up and held her upper thighs tightly in your grip. You dipped your tounge deep inside her causing her to bite her lip tightly as you began to eat her out. She whimpered and shook in pleasure as she brought a hand down to hold your hair tightly. You moved your tounge in a steady movement for a few more minutes as her grip on your hair tightened. You savored every moment of it, the taste of wanda while looking up at her whimpering at your actions. A low whine left her lips as you could feel her hand on your head begin to shake. "Y/N." She pants out in a shaky voice, showing that she's getting close again. You hummed against her slit while you nodded.

A small whine left her lips as she came onto your lips. You licked up and down her slit once more, gathering all of her juices on your tounge. You slowly pulled your head away from her slit and looked up at her. She was a panting mess, having her legs spread out while sitting on the toilet and having her legs shuddering from the stimulation. You slowly stood up from the floor and leaned your head down to her to hold her head in your hand. "Think you can fall asleep now, honey?" You smirk as she nods softly with a small smile on her face. You pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away and trying to clean her up the best you could. Her legs were still shaking slightly but she could stand up now. Wanda was the first one to exit the bathroom and head back to her seat. You waited a few more minutes before adjusting your shirt and leaving the bathroom to head back to your seat. You sat back down in your aisle seat and sighed deeply. Wanda had turned and laid her head against your chest and almost immediately fell asleep. You smirked before kissing the top of her head and beginning to drift off to sleep yourself.

[ericspinkhair]

quarantine longings

pairing: best friend!kevin x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: you and your best friend have sex because quarantine made you horny

warnings: best friends to lovers, takes place during the pandemic, spoiler of 356 days (but not the end, just generally the plot), no use of condoms but only the pill, creampie, sexual fantasies, fingering, hand-job, sex, slight angst at the end if you squint

a/n: I would literally die for kevin, I love him so much. I'll be writing a multiple parts series about him after I'm done writing scenarios for every member first.

requests are open!

masterlist + requests

you slammed your foot hard against the wall and cursed in pain. you hopped on one foot to your bed, holding your other leg in agony and tasted blood as you bit your lip to keep the volume of your suffering groans in check. someone knocked on the door.

'are you okay?' your roommate asked concerned.

'no, leave me alone, kevin,' you croaked out. you wanted to suffer by yourself.

there was an awkward silence and then you heard him sigh. soon after, the door next to your room closed shut.

why were you so frustrated, one might ask? well, the pandemic was kicking your butt and you just couldn't take it anymore. when the news of the virus had first spread, no one thought it would become this serious. but suddenly everyone was walking around with masks and spent most of their time staying at home.

after graduating high school, you and kevin had decided to move in together for college because both of you were broke and couldn't afford to live alone. you had been best friends since middle school and had been convinced that it was a smart idea at the time.

and everything went smoothly for the first one and a half years. however, after not seeing anyone else since the start of the pandemic over a year ago, it became increasingly difficult to share an apartment, but not in the way one might assume. you were neither sick of each other nor did you fight a lot. to tell the truth, it was quite the opposite.

earlier, before you had kicked the wall in anger, the two of you had painted together. kevin was majoring in art and, since you didn't have anything better to do, you joined him while he did projects for his classes. you might have been majoring in journalism but you had always liked drawing and painting, even though you weren't particularly skilled. you were a naturally clumsy person, always tripping over air and dropping things. today you were hecticly moving around your hands while telling him about a stupid video you had seen and you accidently let go of the brush in your hand. it hit the side of kevin's face, leaving a wide splodge of red paint on his right cheek.

to get back at you, he jerked his paint brush and splattered some green color on your white shirt. you saw this as a challenge and soon both of you were both drenched in the colors of the rainbow, laughing hysterically on the floor, not caring that you were spreading the paint on the poor carpet.

you turned your heads to look at each other and you felt absolutely in peace. you loved this man and couldn't be more glad that it was him and not anyone else you were stuck with inside of this apartment.

he stood up to take off his stained shirt and your smile quickly faded off your face. your lips slightly parted and you couldn't help but stare at his now exposed biceps and abs.

your mouth watered and you felt heat pooling between your legs as you took your time to study his architecture. thoughts about how badly you wanted him to thrust into you while his strong arms held you up invaded your mind. you tried to shake them off but it was impossible.

occasions like this were slowly becoming a common occurrence for you.

having mostly stayed inside for over a year, also meant that you didn't have sex for that long. it's not like you were the horniest person on the planet but you still had needs that were being neglected. with kevin being home all the time you didn't even dare to masturbate, scared that he would be able to hear you through the frustratingly thin walls. you must have gone insane with all the lust building up inside you and that's why you suddenly craved to have sex with your best friend. this whole thing was destroying everything. it was hard to act normal when he was making you this nervous and heated but you tried to pretend that everything was fine anyway for the sake of your friendship.

that was the reason why you were angry and had hurt yourself. you hated the way you felt about your best friend and you hated the pandemic for not giving you an outlet to escape so you could recollect yourself.

what you weren't aware of was that kevin was no stranger to the exact same frustration.

he would need more than his ten fingers and ten toes to be able to count the amount of times he had to run to the bathroom to hide his boner because he had done so much as look at you bend over or stretch. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but it was a challenge to try and calm down his hormones.

whenever he jacked off, images of you flashed through his mind; your sweet curves and pink lips drove him insane.

last week, you two were cooking together and you had asked him to get the salt. he stood behind you to reach for it on the highest shelf. he was forced to press his crotch against your butt cheeks and his dick hardened against his will. he quickly handed you the salt, excused himself and ran off before you could figure out what had happened.

he might not have known the cause of your sudden outburst but he sympathized with your fury because he had a lot of pent up anger towards covid as well.

he lay in his bed and tried to focus on the book he was reading but he couldn't tune out the groans coming from the room next to his. he cursed.

'stop it!' he was panicking as he saw a familiar tent forming in his pants. your sounds triggered some weird perverted part of his brain that sent signals right to his genitals. his dick was hardening and he saw no other solution to his problem than to give in to his subconscious desires.

he pulled down his pants just far enough so that his cock had enough room to spring out. it only needed a few strokes before it stood tall and angry. kevin pressed his head into his pillow and moved his hand fast. he wanted to get over with it quickly. he emptied his cum on his stomach while imagining your greedy little mouth being stuffed by his cock. he lay there panting as yet another round of shame flushed over him.

'get yourself together,' he whispered, mentally slapping himself.

***

'do you want to order japanese or italian?' you asked kevin. today was friday which meant it was time for your weekly tradition of ordering take out and watching a movie.

'definitely italian. we've already had japanese for the past four days. I need something else for a change,' kevin complained and shuddered at the thought of having to eat sushi again. the japanese restaurant prepared absolutely delicious food but he just couldn't stand it anymore.

you laughed at his pained facial expression. 'fine, italian it is.'

within twenty minutes the doorbell rang and after about half a minute kevin came back with two huge boxes.

he opened them on the small table situated in front of your couch and the smell of freshly cooked pasta seasoned with basil made your stomach growl.

kevin wanted to dig in already but you stopped him. you had to choose a movie first.

'let's watch tall girl. I saw everyone hate on it on tiktok,' you suggested.

'I think we should watch 365 days, that was all over my for you page as well,' kevin argued. you hadn't heard of it so you weren't sure whether it would be the right movie for you. the rule was that it had to be as bad as possible.

'according to what I have heard, it's apparently even worse than 50 shades of grey,' kevin added which piqued your interest. the both of you had watched 50 shades about two months ago and you were honestly shocked by how awful it actually was. you couldn't understand why everyone had been so obsessed with it when it was first released. if 356 days was really worse, then you'd hit the jackpot. you clapped your hands.

'fine, you win. I swear if the movie isn't as horrible as you say it is then you owe me something!' he intertwined his pinky with yours to promise.

watching horrible movies was way better than watching good ones. making fun of bad storylines, stupid characters or horrible editing was one of your favorite past times.

'I guess I'll have to add are you lost, baby girl to the top 10 worst lines ever spoken. who thought ah yes this is sexy, let's have him repeat it over and over again', you complained, shoving some pasta into your mouth.

'so he's like I won't do anything without your permission while he is literally groping her boobs against her will, like make it make sense, massimo', added kevin, ruffling his hair in frustration. he almost completely forgot about the food.

'so let me get this straight: he drugged her, kidnapped her, tied her up, hung up a painting of her just because he saw her face when his dad was shot?'

'totally relatable.' both of you giggled.

you were enjoying complaining about the plot. it was horrible.

there were plenty of erotic scenes but they were honestly so funny and kinda gross that you could bare it without really being affected by them. kevin, on the other hand, had placed a pillow over his hard-on to hide the embarrassing fact that these terrible, smutty scenes had turned him on.

and then the infamous boat scene came.

massimo and laura had a huge fight, she fell of the boat, he saved her and now she was suddenly so in love with him that she begs him to fuck her. which he does.

you felt your panties become increasingly wet as the couple had steaming hot sex.

'this is embarrassing but I'm so horny,' you admitted but in a way that should have suggested that you meant it as a joke. something about this statement stirred something in kevin.

'well, what can I say?' he replied and lifted the pillow. your pupils widened at the sight of your best friend's bulge.

his eyes darkened and he looked at you with lust clearly written on his face. you reciprocated his stare with the same intensity. you tried to focus on his dark brown orbs instead of his boner but the image you had just seen was present in your mind.

his gaze shifted to your lips and, before you knew it, kevin climbed above you and pressed your back flat onto the couch.

your lips locked and you immediately buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer. you moved in sync, his lips fitting perfectly onto yours. you bucked your hips up against his crotch and earned a moan from kevin. he opened his eyes in shock as realization hit him. he quickly pulled away and jumped off the coach.

'I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have just done that. I don't know what came over me,' he apologized profusely, staring at his feet. did he really think that you didn't want this?

'give me your hand,' you told him and held out your hand.

'why?' he raised his eyebrows in confusion. you rolled your eyes.

'just do it.'

you took his hand and led it to your crotch.

'what are you- oh my god.' your juices had completely soaked through your panties and your sweatpants. 'you are so wet.'

'for you,' you added. 'there's no need to apologize. I'm literally begging you to continue.'

you didn't have to say that twice before he pulled you closer to him by your hips and engaged you in another desperate kiss. his hands were groping your butt while you let yours slide under his hoodie. you felt his naked skin and toned abs, as you rubbed his stomach. you lowered your hands and bravely palmed his boner through his clothes.

'y/n,' he hissed out against your lips. you hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants and underwear, and pushed the material down to his thighs. he struggled to get them off.

you stroked his hard dick as he slipped his hand into your panties to massage your pussy at the same time.

he slipped one finger inside and began working it in and out. you finally were getting the relief you had been desperately craving for for so long. kevin was skilled and your walls were trying to swallow his slim finger. you were quickly coming close to your orgasm after having abstained for more than a year. you pulled his hand out.

'I bet you can make me come even better with your dick,' you challenged kevin.

'you bet I will.' he was confident.

'let me just look for a condom.' he was already turning away to go search in his room but you held him back by the arm.

'forget about it. I'm on the pill and I want you raw. I want you to come inside me and not spill into a stupid condom.'

the idea of this sounded very tempting to kevin. he picked you up and threw you back onto the couch, drawing your hips closer to him so he could pull off all the pieces of clothing that were hindering him from accessing your pussy.

he propped up his arms next to your sides and spread your thighs apart. strings of arousal were hanging from your folds and he saw your hole desperately clench around nothing. his dick hurt from how much he wanted to finally be inside of you. he wanted to find out how close he had been able to imagine how you would feel around him.

your hole took him in easily, welcoming him happily by embracing it tightly. kevin swore he could've cum right here and there.

he went slow at first to give you a chance to adjust but you were already fully ready, rocking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

he crashed your mouths together and you kissed him like he was oxygen and you were short of air. you smiled and your eyes rolled back, satisfied with how things had played out today and the prospects of coming looked fairly promising.

desperate for release, kevin picked up the pace, his eyes closed while fucking into you like a horny animal. he couldn't help himself and all the 'faster's and 'harder's spilling from your mouth only encouraged him to drive himself deeper into you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso in an attempt to regain the control you were losing.

'fuck fuck fuck,' you cursed, feeling your muscles starting to contract. kevin brushed away some hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.

'it's fine, I'm coming too,' he announced and it took only a few more thrusts before a body shaking orgasm flushed over you, making you see only white. this drove kevin over the edge too and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. he continued to slowly ease his dick in and out of you, fucking his semen right back into you until you had ridden out both of your orgasms. he let himself fall onto the couch right next to you, panting hard.

'I very much needed this,' you sighed in content.

'same, I wasn't sure whether I could hold out any longer without having a proper orgasm.' he watched his cum drip out of you.

'we should've thought of this sooner,' you said. 'this was a great idea.'

kevin hummed in agreement.

***

so now you and kevin were having sex on a regular basis, your high score being five times in a day. it felt good to finally live out your sexuality and not having to restrict yourself. sure, you guys did it more than necessary but it was a great way to pass time and it felt fucking amazing.

today you had done it in the shower after waking up, then on the kitchen counter and you had just finished having sex in his bed.

he was spooning you from behind, his cock still placed inside of you. he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

'stop, that tickles,' you chuckled.

'sorry.'

after a while of comfortable silence you heard him let out a big sigh.

'what's wrong?' you asked as he pulled out of you. you turned around to be able to look at him.

'I don't think I can do it like this anymore,' he confessed.

'what do you mean?' you asked. 'are you talking about us having sex?'

he nodded. your heart dropped and you started feeling dizzy. you tried to search for answers in his eyes but he avoided looking at you.

'w-why?' you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

'it was amazing at first,' he started and finally raised his head to meet your gaze, 'and I went into it without much thought. I went crazy during quarantine and began fantasizing about having sex with you. then it became reality but now I understand that was probably wrong of me. I've always thought of myself as a gentleman, yet I slept with you without much thought. you see, my issue is this…'

suspense hung in the air and you were impatiently waiting for him to get to the point.

'I like you.'

you quietly gasped in surprise. you had been expecting him to say you were bad at sex and that he regretted everything but not this.

'I shouldn't be sleeping with you unless you were my girlfriend,' he finished off his ramble. you felt immensely relieved.

'do you want me to?' you asked him.

'want you to what?' kevin was confused. he had been a hundred percent sure you'd immediately jump out of the bed in disgust when he confessed.

'be your girlfriend. after all, I like you too, you moron.' you realized that you had known this for a while. you might have even been crushing on your best friend since way before the pandemic struck but it was kind of hard to track your feelings. still, you were sure you liked him too. now that he had admitted his feelings, you were able to admit yours not only to him but to yourself as well.

'wow, I didn't expect this,' kevin confessed surprised. you laughed.

'yeah, we should've realized this sooner.' he pulled you closer and kissed you. it was different than the other times. his lips moved softly against yours, in contrast to all of your rough and passionate kisses you had exchanged these past few weeks. he conveyed his emotions through the kiss.

'you're ready again?' you groaned as you felt kevin's dick harden against your upper thigh. he chuckled.

'sorry, you just turn me on so much.'

so then you did it for the fourth time. that day, you set a new record of having sex six times. you might have been happy now but still just as horny.

[supernovafics]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒

pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader

summary: in which a series of unfortunate events led you to living with your best friend, ransom drysdale. and now it has been seven months and aside from minor miscommunications, everything was going pretty great with the unexpected living arrangement. however, a certain phone call has the power to change all of that.  

warnings: explicit language, mentions of smut, some angst, soft!ransom (but he’s an asshole at some points), drunkenness, parent issues 

word count: 3.9k words

author’s note: first time writing something ransom related and also first time posting something in what feels like forever lmao i just started my third year of college so things have been a lil chaotic lately. but i hope you all enjoy this!

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When you heard the front door slam shut, followed by the sound of elated giggles, you knew you should’ve gone to the library to study for your Criminal Law exam. Mainly because you knew exactly what sounds would come next.

You had lived with Ransom Drysdale long enough, and had known him even longer, to know where things were about to lead with the latest conquest he had just brought to the apartment. And to say that you really didn’t want to hear what would be coming next would be an understatement; you hated that the walls in the apartment were so damn thin.

Therefore, once you heard Ransom’s room door shut, you did not hesitate to close your notebook and textbook, packing both things away and proceeding to leave the apartment. You made sure to slam the door on your way out so that he knew how annoyed you were.

You were on the phone with your friend before you even made it to the stairwell.

“Hi, is the invitation to study together still open?” You asked when Liana answered the call. From the moment you started law school, only about four months ago, you and Liana became friends almost immediately. In a field that was way too male-dominated, it was refreshing to see another girl in your classes.

“Yes, please come over to my place,” She did not hesitate to answer. “I am currently struggling and also freaking the fuck out.”

You laughed a bit. “Glad to know we’re on the same exact page. This test might be the death of me.”

“I can wholeheartedly agree with that statement. So, I’ll see you soon?”

“Yup, I’ll be there in a bit,” You responded before hanging up the phone.

As you got into your car, you heard a notification ping on your phone. When you looked at it, you saw that it was a text from Ransom that said, “Sorry.” You couldn’t help but wonder when he had time to send that in between what he was doing with the girl he brought home. Instead of asking that, you sent him back a text that simply said, “Fuck you.”

• • •

The drive to Liana’s apartment did not take longer than twenty minutes, and soon you both had your textbooks and notebooks sprawled out on her kitchen table.

“Okay, I know we’re supposed to be studying, but I love drama too much. What did Ransom do?”

You looked up from your textbook and sighed as the last thirty minutes replayed in your mind. “He brought a girl over to the apartment, but he didn’t give a heads up this time. I was this close to hearing things that would have traumatized me.”

In the eight years you’d known Hugh Ransom Drysdale, you’ve only had the displeasure of hearing him having sex once. It was Senior prom, and he was fucking a cheerleader in the girl’s bathroom, and the timing of you needing to use the restroom was upsettingly perfect. At first, when you walked in, you had absolutely no idea who was in the stall, but when you heard the girl he was with scream his name excessively loud, you rushed out of the bathroom, scarring visual images already playing in your mind.

Since then, you’d been lucky enough never to have to hear him again, and you didn’t want that to change anytime soon, especially on a night where you needed to study for a test that you just knew was going to kill you.

“Yikes,” Liana said in response to your previous words. “Honestly, with his track record with women, I’m surprised this hasn’t happened more often than not.”

“That’s the exact reason why I came up with this system when he let me move in with him. He’s supposed to text or call me before he’s at the apartment, and I leave as quickly as possible. But, apparently, the dumbass forgot tonight.”

“God, I still can’t believe you moved in with him.”

“He’s a dick and a sarcastic asshole most of the time, but he’s also my best friend, and I love him,” You stated honestly and with a small shrug. “And when all of that shit went down with my parents, and I had nowhere else to go, he was the first person to help me out.”

Your parents were much more of the traditional type and cared more about you finding a husband rather than actually getting a career. Part of them even hated the fact that you were going to college instead of pursuing one of the sons of their many, many rich friends and becoming married by twenty-one. And seven months ago, when you told them that you were going to Law School– to a college that you had received a full scholarship from– once you got your undergraduate degree, they decided to disown you, and did so with almost no hesitation. It hurt like hell at first, but part of you felt like it had been inevitable. They wanted one thing for you, and you wanted something vastly different.

That same night, you showed up at Ransom’s apartment, expecting to only stay there for the night, but he offered to let you stay in his spare bedroom as long as you needed to and was adamant about you accepting his offer. And of course, you said yes; Ransom may be rude and condescending to pretty much everyone, but he was almost always nice to you.

“Anyway, enough about me and the loveable douchebag I live with,” You said and then looked down at your textbook again. “Can we study for this test?”

Liana reluctantly nodded her head. “Sadly, yes.”

• • •

A silent prayer passed your lips as you opened the front door to the apartment two hours later, hoping that it was only Ransom in it now. When you heard nothing except the quiet tick of the clock on the wall, you emitted a sigh of relief, knowing that you were in the clear.

You placed the books in your hands on the kitchen island and began rummaging through the cabinets to find the cereal.

Yes, it was almost two in the morning, but having cereal this late was your guilty pleasure. You didn’t understand how or why, but it always tasted better in the middle of the night.

All that was left was a box of Trix that you were positive Ransom had bought because you weren’t the biggest fan of that cereal, but you settled for it anyway because you craved cereal, and at that moment, it didn’t matter what kind. You ate your cereal standing at the island as your mind ran through a few of the concepts you and Liana had just studied, upsettingly failing to correctly recall most of them.

You were racking your brain trying to remember the definition of the “principle of legality” when you heard the sound of footsteps coming from Ransom’s room, steps that sounded like more than one person. Before you could go anywhere else, you saw him, dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, and the woman he was with, unsurprisingly dressed in what you guessed was the clothes she had shown up in but were now disheveled and slightly wrinkled.

The woman noticed you in the kitchen. “Uh, who is this?”

You understood her confusion. Ransom always failed to mention you; his best friend who had been living with him for the past seven months due to extenuating circumstances. You never felt offended that he didn’t inform them about you, though, because you knew that there was really no point. The women he was with were always a one-and-done situation, and you rarely ever met them.

But, in the few instances that you did meet some of the women that would come and go throughout the apartment, they had been nice, so you never hesitated to be friendly back with them. However, due to the night you had endured and the way that Ransom’s latest hookup was looking at you with an expression that could only be deemed as disgust, you weren’t in the mood to be nice.

So, you smiled at the woman in front of you and then narrowed your eyes at her. “I’m his wife.”

She gaped at you for a brief moment before turning to Ransom and slapping him across the face before storming out of the apartment. You had to put your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

When the door slammed shut, you went over to lock it and then looked at Ransom. “You’re welcome. Now you’ll never have to see her again.”

“I do not think I should thank you because she fucking slapped me. Very hard, might I add,” Ransom responded as he rubbed his cheek. “Also, what if I wanted to see her again?”

“Then I'd say I think you’re having a stroke, and we should probably take you to the hospital,” You said with a sarcastic smile gracing your features. “And I didn’t expect the slap, but I’m glad she did it because now I don’t have to. You promised that you would at least give me a courtesy text before you brought a girl over. You know how thin these fucking walls are.”

“I know, I know, but everything with her happened so fast, and I forgot to text you,” Ransom responded as he walked over to where you were still standing at the island. He grabbed your cereal and spoon and took a bite of the colorful Trix.

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to accept the terrible excuse, and pulled your bowl away from him, grabbing your spoon back. “You do not deserve my cereal.”

His eyebrows quirked up amusingly, and you could see the playful glint sparking in his blue eyes. “Cereal that I paid for?”

“You’re the worst,” You said and then flipped him off before grabbing your bowl and walking to your room, closing the door behind you.

“Love you too,” Ransom’s voice penetrated through the door, and you could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

You were sitting cross-legged on your bed when the door opened, and you were too busy enjoying your cereal to tell Ransom to get out.  

“Did you get to study for your test?” He asked as he walked over to your bed and laid down next to you.

“Yes. But, will I still be failing said test? Also, yes,” You answered and then looked at Ransom. He was laying on his back with his head on one of your pillows and eyes closed, but you knew he wasn’t sleeping just yet. “Please tell me that you’ve taken a shower since fucking whoever that girl was.”

His eyes were still closed. “Then I’d be lying to you.”

You outwardly cringed. “Remind me to wash my sheets tomorrow.”

“Got it,” He mumbled and turned on his side, and you knew that he was definitely asleep now.

You finished the rest of your cereal and then went to the kitchen to put the bowl in the sink. When you came back, you saw that Ransom was now under the covers. You let out a breath of a sigh before joining him.

“Move over, weirdo,” You said as you attempted to get comfortable under the comforter.

“I hate you,” He mumbled but still shifted over a bit so that you had more room.

You let out a small laugh and smiled into the darkness. “Love you too.”

You wondered if there was ever a time where he had been in a girl’s bed as platonically as this; your gut instinct told you no. Ransom was not the type to simply sleep in a girl’s bed; there would always, always be something more happening.

But somehow, that was never the case with you.

And honestly, you were glad for it. Your friendship with him meant more to you than what a one night stand would have been, and at this point, you couldn’t even imagine what something more would be like.

You would never know this, but from the moment he met you, there was something about you that made him not just want one night with you. The sarcastic remark you gave him when you both were fourteen and first met at this banquet dinner that his parents put together and your parents were invited to let him know that you would be harder to hook up with, but he always liked a challenge.

However, your wittiness and sense of humor that he had the pleasure of seeing throughout that night when you both snuck a bottle of champagne and talked about anything and everything– before your parents caught you and dragged you home– told him that there was more to you that he wanted to see.

Yes, he wanted to have sex with you, but he wanted you in his life more. He didn’t just want one night.

And so far in your eight-year friendship, he has had thousands of them, and the question of whether or not he still wanted to have sex with you was up for debate.

• • •

You walked out of your Criminal Law class surprisingly feeling okay about the test. It did not go amazingly, like you expected, but you didn’t think that you failed it.

Before you could further ponder the past hour of your life, your phone began ringing in the back pocket of the jeans you were wearing. You expected the call to be from Ransom, but when you saw your dad’s contact name come up, you almost dropped the device in your hand.

To say that you were hesitant to answer the call would be an understatement. The last time you talked to him or your mom was seven months ago when they disowned you because you refused to live the life they wanted for you.

You didn’t know whether or not you should answer the call, mainly because you had no idea why he was calling, and that uncertainty made you feel worried. Your finger hovered over the answer button, silently debating what to do.

Until the decision was made for you.

Your phone stopped ringing, and a notification immediately popped up saying that you missed the call.

Another call didn’t come through after that, and you had no idea if you should feel relief or not. However, instead of thinking more about that thought, you decided to just finally head to your car and drive back to the apartment since you didn’t have any other classes for the rest of the day.  

You desperately wanted to know why your dad had called, but you also feared that whatever he would say would only make you want to go right back to how things were before everything changed. And you knew that he was the one that could make you even think about dismissing what you truly wanted and listen to what he and your mom wanted. Your relationship with him had always been stronger than the one you had with your mother.

Part of you couldn’t help but think that maybe things changed, and he was finally understanding of what you wanted from your life, and he managed to get your mom to understand too. For all twenty-two years of your life, all you wanted was for them to truly understand you and accept the fact that you would never allow yourself to simply be someone’s wife; you knew that you were deserving of so much more than just that.

They could never understand, though. You felt that your dad had gotten close at times, but you also knew that he was so far.

You didn’t know why he called you right then, and you knew that you never would because you wouldn’t call him back. You refused to do so. He and your mom were the ones that cast you away so easily, and that hurt a lot more than you wanted to admit. It didn’t feel right to talk to them just yet; you were still hurting from it all. Another fact that you didn’t want to admit.

When you made it to your car, a wave of impulsiveness washed over you, and you pulled out your phone, proceeding to call the only person that could make your spiraling mind feel better.

“Let’s get drunk tonight.”

“Hello to you too,” Ransom responded. You could already hear the smile in his tone. “I’m guessing the test did not go well.”

You bypassed his statement, mainly because the test you took was the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. “I don’t wanna go out because fuck human interaction right now, and you’d probably just ditch me for the first cute girl you see, so let’s get drunk at the apartment. Maybe watch some hilariously bad movies as we do so.”

“Okay, bring some stuff home. I don’t think we have anything good here.”

You smiled at that, already feeling better now that you had your night laid out in front of you. “Okay.”

• • •

“I have no fucking clue what’s going on right now.”

“Jesus Christ, keep up, Drysdale,” You sighed dramatically as you took the bottle from Ransom’s hands and took a swig of the dark liquor. The taste didn’t burn as it went down your throat like it did earlier. “The alien cheerleader is actually the mom of the head cheerleader from the rival team. Now we’re gonna find out who the dad is.”

Ransom simply looked at you. “I love how you think that any of that made sense.”

“Do I need to start it from the beginning?” You asked, shifting yourself on the couch the two of you were sitting on to reach for the remote.

“Oh, God, please don’t.”

You laughed much harder at Ransom’s minor joke than intended to, and that is what let both you and him know that you were definitely drunk.

“Okay, I think that’s enough of this for tonight,” Ransom said as he took the bottle from your hands.

You didn’t protest because you knew he was right; although, you were enjoying the light and floaty feeling coursing throughout your body. However, you knew that the morning repercussions of the night would make you hate yourself for drinking too much.

“You never told me why you wanted to have this drunk night. Can I have an explanation now?” Ransom asked, turning his head to look at you.

You were quiet at first. If you were completely honest, you wanted to forget about everything that happened a few hours earlier. But, you also felt the strong need to tell Ransom everything. He was probably the only person that you actually wanted to talk to about all of the horrible shit going on in your life.

“My fucking dad called me,” Saying those words out loud made you laugh uncontrollably because of how suddenly ridiculous that sounded to you. He was the same father that was on the same side as your mom when it came to dissociating themselves with you, and now he was calling, for reasons unbeknownst to you, seven months after everything happened. Now you were really glad that you didn’t answer him. He didn’t deserve an answer.

Ransom looked at you with an expression that could only be deemed as shock. “Wow, shit. What did he say?”

“I didn’t answer the call,” You responded as you mindlessly played with the fabric of the blanket that was draped over you both. “But now I’m glad I didn’t. Fuck him.”

“I second that fuck him,” Ransom agreed. He leaned the bottle toward you, allowing you to take it back because he knew you needed it right then. You didn’t hesitate to drink from it. “He didn’t leave a voicemail or anything?”

When you processed Ransom’s words, which took a moment to do due to your slightly inebriated state, your eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” You said as you grabbed your phone off of the coffee table and went straight to your voicemails.

And there it was, a forty-six-second long message from your dad.

You looked at Ransom. His eyes were still on your phone. “You have to listen to it.”

Now he was looking at you. “Why just me?” He asked.

“Because… Because,” You shook your head. “I just really can’t do that right now. I can’t bring myself to listen to him. So, please do it and just tell me what he said.”

Ransom didn’t question you further and instead nodded his head. He took your phone and watched as you turned your head the other way as he began listening to it.

“Hi, Y/N, I know that I probably should’ve expected to get your voicemail, but I do wish that I could actually be talking to you right now. I’m so sorry that it’s taken me this long to reach out to you, and there’s no excuse for that. But, I hope that things can become right between us all. All I want is for you to be happy in your life, and if that means law school, then I want to fully support you through that. Even your mom will too. Anyway, I really want us to talk soon, so please call back when you get the chance. I love you.”

The voicemail ended there, and Ransom tried his hardest to hide the surprise he was feeling.

“Well, what did he say?” You looked at him with wide and curious eyes.

He couldn’t tell you the truth. From the second the voicemail ended, he knew that he couldn’t. Because if he told you what your dad had said in that voicemail, he would lose you. If you knew the truth, you would move back with your parents, or they would pay for some new apartment for you. Either way, you wouldn’t live with him anymore, and thinking about that truly fucked him up.

Yes, the two of you had been friends for eight years, but these past seven months your friendship had been stronger than ever before, and Ransom didn’t want that to change. He really didn’t want to lose you.

It was completely selfish, and he knew that too, but selfishness was practically one of his defining character traits. However, at this moment, it felt harder to be how he usually was because when he was with you, he would never act like how he did with others.

But, right then, he forced himself to do it anyway.

“He was just saying the usual thing. How he and your mom want you to move back home only if you give up law school. Also, apparently, there’s this doctor guy they want you to date too,” Ransom told you, but he avoided eye contact with you the entire time. Until he decided to say his last statement. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You sighed and felt the involuntary rush of tears fill your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. As angry and hurt as you were, you knew that deep down you were actually hoping that maybe just maybe things had changed. You hated that a small part of you still hoped for some sort of heartfelt reconciliation and fairytale ending.

“Of course he did. Of fucking course that’s all he called about,” You finally said and took another sip from the glass bottle, this one much longer than the others.

Seeing you look so visibly upset made Ransom want to tell you the actual truth, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. As much as he wanted to do that, the want to keep you as his roommate, as his best friend, was so much stronger.

So, instead of saying anything more, he deleted the voicemail and set your phone down.

He placed his arm around, and you immediately accepted the touch, moving closer toward him. “I’m sorry.”

In your mind, he felt sorry for you because of the fact that your parents were still assholes, and you didn’t question him because you now agreed with that fact more than ever. But, you wouldn’t know that he was apologizing for something entirely different, something that he knew you would never forgive him for.

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let me know your thoughts<3

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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