Will and Mike romantic relationship where Mike is ready to post up to anyone making fun of Willâs facial expressions
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WRONG PERSON | (l.norris)
summary: you send a sexy video to some tinder guy, until you realize you tapped Landoâs contact instead, you both help the other to finish what you started
wordcount: 2.4k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: smut!, talking about toys, details about masturbation, phone sex, dirtytalk
notes: inspired by this!!! Tell me what you think, Iâm still scared to write smut, hope you all like thisđ«Ł
You were working for Quadrant, it wasnât like you were some important boss or something, you mostly dealt with customers and sometimes got to plan a video, but Lando still took the time and got to know you. When the whole team went out for dinner, Lando talked to everyone for at least twenty minutes, he wanted to know who was working for him and his brand.
There was no denying you found him handsome, everybody thought he was pretty, but you needed to hide your excitement in your panties whenever he was near you. Not only did he make eye contact every time you two talked, but he also smelled delicious, you wanted to rip his clothes off, the whole time he was near you.
But back to where you were now, laying in bed naked, at almost one am, with your phone in your hand. You were single and desperate, texting with guys from Tinder, who were not worth more than a quick fuck, but you were young and had your needs.
With your phone in one hand, and your left boob in the other, you recorded a small video, where you were squeezing your boob and moaned slightly. Youâve been snapchatting with a guy you met on Tinder, both of you were horny and needed a release, so why not help each other? You quickly wrote a text to the video, to make it more seducing, â You make me so wetâŠâ and taped on the slot on Snapchat where he was for the last few snaps, before you could double check that you selected him, you hit sent and threw the phone next to you.
While you waited for his answer, your hand slowly made its way to your pussy, circling your wet clit. With a moan, you teased yourself and kept stopping the sensation in your most private area. When you heard the Snapchat notification tone, you took your phone in your hand and only saw that Lando send you a snap, it wasnât unusual that he would snap you, you two were streaking after all, but at that time was a little odd, because you were kinda bored and waiting for your guy to reply, you withdraw your fingers from your wet cunt and opened Landoâs snap.
With a gasp, you threw away your phone, the first photo was a normal snap, a picture of his bedroom with some series on Netflix playing, but when you tapped on the screen to exit the snap, a new picture popped up. You could see his hand holding his boxershorts clothed dick, he was hard and big, long and thick. He also wrote a little text, you had to read it twice, making sure your mind wasnât playing tricks on you, âwas this meant for me, babygirl?â
You didnât know what to do, so you did nothing for a few seconds, you didnât feel horny anymore, suddenly aware of the cold air hitting your still-hot pussy. Should you reply and apologize, saying how you accidentally sent your boss a nude, and look him in the eye at the next dinner? Impossible.
You thought about leaving the country and starting all over again, where no one knew Lando, but that wasnât a solution either, you had to face him and say that it wasnât meant for him. But how can you get rid of the image in your head of his dick, the only thing that was roaming through your brain right now was how lucky his future wife would be. With a dick like that, she sure would be happy for the rest of her life.
You excited the snap and took a deep breath, what were you going to say, sorry I send you a nude, but your dick looks nice? No. It took you at least two minutes to think about it and when you took a picture of half your face and started writing a paragraph of apologies, your phone showed you an incoming call.
Lando Norris.
Shit. Your whole body tensed, you couldnât answer, you just had to pack your things and go, leave London and Lando behind, but something in you didnât want that, and after what seemed like hours, you did answer the call.
âHey Lando, look uhm, Iâm sorry I sent you that video, it wasnât meant for you, obviously. BâŠBut thank you for responding, I mean that picture was nice, but I donât think that this uhm professionalism between us should be broken. If.. if you want me to leave Quadrant, Iâll do that.. uhm Iâm sorry for sending you that, and I-â
âY/N, will you stop rambling?â, his voice sounded like he was out of breath, you started shaking when you heard him speak.
âIâm sorry, for rambling and sending you the video.â
He chuckled, âDonât be, maybe you couldâve seen by my response, that I wasnât mad about it. Sure having your employee suddenly sending you a video where she squeezes her boob and moans, isnât something Iâd expect, but you have beautiful boobs.â
You didnât know what to say, so the only thing that came out of your mouth was a: âThank you?â, you could hear your heartbeat in your chest, the silence on the other line panicked you.
âBut, maybe this is unprofessional of me now, but you left me in a kind of hard situation, Y/N. I bet youâre still wet if your fingers would slide between your legs, arenât you?â
Your breath hitched, was this for real? Was Lando Norris, your boss, dirty talking to you?
âI..I donât know, it was a pretty big shock to see you replying, Iâm not as horny as I was ten minutes ago.â
âThen I want you to glide your hand over your boobs and stomach, down to your pussy, I bet itâs pretty, and then tell me how wet you are.â
With a small sigh, you did what he told you, gliding over your boobs and stomach to your pussy, you touched your entrance slightly and felt yourself pulsating, you may not be as horny anymore, but your wetness said otherwise, maybe a part of you already found it hot that Lando actually replied to you.
âFuck, Iâm so wet Lando.â
You heard a moan from the other line and some sheet rustling, âBaby, I want you to touch yourself like you would do without me. Finger yourself, rub your clit, do whatever satisfies you. Iâm hard as a rock baby, I need to touch myself too, I wish you were here to do it for me.â
You did as Lando told you, rubbing your clit in circles and feeling yourself come closer to the edge, this whole situation was so hot, it turned you on so badly.
âPlease touch yourself, Lando, I wish I was there to help you.â
âI could eat you out until youâre crying and begging me to stop because you would be overstimulated.â
Another moan escaped your mouth and slowly you let your fingers slip into you, which was no problem due to your wetness, but it wasnât enough, you needed more, thankfully Lando seemed to know what you were thinking when he heard your unsatisfied moans.
âDo you need more baby? Are your fingers not enough, you need my dick to stretch you out?â
You let out whiny and breathy âyesâ, this situation was so bizarre but hot at the same time.
âDo you have any toys, Y/N? I want you to use a toy on yourself.â
âI..I do.â
âShow me.â
âCan we switch to FaceTime? Itâs easier, and I want to see you.â
Lando hummed and muttered a quick goodbye before the screen with the call disappeared, the only thing you could see on your phone now was the picture you took a few minutes ago, and before you could do anything else, the FaceTime call from Lando came in. You answered without thinking about it and you were greeted with a big and girthy dick, and your mouth watered a little. You held the phone up, so he could see your face and your boobs, which he commented with a quiet âfuckâ.
âShow me your toys, baby.â
You quickly got up and propped the phone against your lamp that stood on the nightstand, while you looked under your bed to fish out the box with your toys. It wasnât like you were some pornstar and had thousands of toys, but over the years you had collected a fair amount of little helpers.
By now Lando had switched back to his face, so you could see his little beard and his eyes, he kept biting his lower lip, while watching you.
You opened your box and grabbed the first toy you saw, a standard dildo, it was skin-colored and a bit longer and thicker than the normal ones. You showed it to Lando and he groaned, tilting his head back, âIs that your favorite?â, he asked.
You shook your head and pulled out a pink satisfyer, it was a mixture of a vibrator and dildo, but it also had a clit sucking element. That one was your favorite, you had spent hours with this beauty, and it never left you hanging. âThis is my favorite, you donât know how good this feels.â
âTell me about it.â
âItâs so fucking good, Lando. This clit sucking thing? It feels like heaven, it gets me there within a few minutes, the fastest Iâve ever had an orgasm.â
âI bet I could get you there faster.â
That statement left you with a smirk, only the thought of Lando going down on you, made your head spin, you needed that.
âI can see that youâre imagining it right now, I bet you taste amazing, I would finger you, while lapping at your clit, you would be so full.â
You shut your eyes, and whined, your pussy clenching around nothing.
âWhat else do you have in there?â
âI have a wandâ, you lifted the typical wand and dropped it on the bed, âI also have a rabbit vibrator, and thisâ, you lifted another pink vibrator, but this one was smaller.
âYou know what this is for, Lando?â
âIâve seen it in pornâ, he smirked, âhave you ever let someone control it while being somewhere public?â
You nodded, it was a vibrator that you would insert into your pussy and it could be controlled with an app, youâve only used it once with someone.
âI was on a date with someone from Tinder, and weâd been sexting for days and I gave him the app and he controlled it over dinner, it was an experience and I loved it.â
âI want to control it in our next meeting, seeing you tremble over some video ideas is going to be fucking hot.â
Another wave of pleasure rushed through your body, you couldnât believe you were talking that way with your boss, unbelievable.
âI want you to use that rabbit on you.â
You chuckled, and held the rabbit vibrator into the camera, âThis one?â
Lando nodded eagerly, with a smirk you opened your mouth, dared your tongue out, and licked a long stripe over the part that goes inside of you. After a few licks, you put it fully in your mouth and started sucking it.
You could see how Lando started touching himself again, his eyes closed every now and then and he let out small whimpers. This was your sign that you needed to touch yourself too, so you laid on the bed and flipped the camera to your lower part, where the vibrator was circling your clit. Lando also flipped the camera and you saw his dick that was already leaking pre cum, he moved his thumb over his tip every now and then while moving his cock through his fist, collecting the white fluid. Due to your wetness, the vibrator slipped inside of you with ease, you turned it on and gasped when you felt the vibrations.
âDo you like that? Having your pussy stuffed.â
âYes, Lando, yes. I need you here next to me.â
âI need you too, wrapped around my cock, you would be screaming and keeping up the neighbors all night.â
With a loud moan, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, the tip edging your clit made you almost scream and the way you moved the vibrator in and out of you, made you see stars. Lando also was about to cum, he saw that your pussy got wetter and wetter, your fluids squeezing out of your cunt every time the vibrator left it.
âIâm about to cum, Y/N. Show me your face, are you cumming soon?â
You moaned loudly again and flipped the camera, just like Lando did, âYes, Lando, I wish it was you filling me so well.â
With a loud moan and a lot of curses, Lando spilled his cum all over his hand and stomach, he quickly flipped the camera again, now showing you the mess he created, âThatâs all for you, baby, I wish it was inside of you instead on the stomach. Cum for me Y/N, let go.â
While he said those words to you, you felt yourself falling over the edge, with moans and grunts. Lando was sure he never heard something so sexy, those sounds alone made him horny again, he needed to feel you close.
When both of you came down from your highs, you two let out a laugh, realizing what you just did, you had phone sex with your boss, but it felt right and good, and the way his cum sat on his stomach, made you horny again, you needed him.
âYou feeling better now?â
âLando, youâve no idea, so much better than the weird Tinder guy the video actually was for.â
âI bet, but I still need you, Y/N.â
âAre you in London?â
He hummed.
âWell, my bed is cold without you in it, if you want, my pussy is ready for you, Lando.â
âSend me your address, Iâll be over in ten minutes, you better not start without me, or youâll get punished.â
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Accidentally sending gojo a nude and before you can properly apologise he sends a video of his own which leads to..wellđ«Ł
BABY BLUE SWEETNESS
a/n: my clit grew hands and wrote this. combined this w/ a part 2 of being gojoâs roommate / tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @utahimeow @lov3rbody my gojo fuckers
wc: 3.7k (I HAVE GOT TO STOP WRITING SM ....)
warnings: mutual pining, roommate!gojo, dom!gojo, he gets rough but only bc he loves ur pussy sssoooo much, sending nudes by accident to gojo, semi-public m! masturbation, filming (on gojoâs end), pet names, praise, slight f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, nipple play, bit of dialogue during sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (twice!), multiple rounds, implied m! oral, n*sfw under the cut
the next week goes by uneventfully.
but you think thereâs hardly anything worth happening when you hadnât even said anything about that: standing outside satoruâs room, hearing his pleasured moans along with the slickness of his hand on his cock and watching him at his most vulnerable with whispers of your name.
gojo did have a few moments of weakness â brief bouts of failing to meet your eyes, stuttering, but he was still predominantly himself after, throwing laundry on the floor and leaving the toilet paper roll unfilled. by date, he was the messiest roommate youâve roomed with, compared to sleeping over at shokoâs and getoâs places before; sure it was obvious enough being friends with him since high school, though you hadnât thought that the rowdy, outgoing way that he spoke would translate into his living space, too.
and despite being the one who has the upper hand that very day you decided to stop and watch, he still manages to have some sort of hold on you, catching you off-guard at the worst times.
âany luck with the mods?â gojo peeks over at your laptop over at the small dining table, your leg propped up and a scowl on your face at how you were still on the waitlist. while mr. perfect beside you has gotten every module heâs bidded for, a course on philosophy, romantic and 20th century music as well as an online mod about ethics.
âi donât even know why you got that last one! funny how the most annoying person who has anything but morals is entering an ethics course.â maybe it was the fact that youâve already waited one and a half weeks. perhaps it was that one piece of clothing gojo loved to leave on the floor, or simply it was just because of the man himself â you were on your witâs end with the week.
that fades away when youâre turning your head and gojo is right there, hovering over your computer screen with a sly smirk on his face and his stupid bright, blue eyes that you could spend hours staring at.
âyou wound me, baby,â gojo whispers, like it was a secret between the two of you and he pulls away, both hearts beating an unnatural speed at the proximity. gojo swears to himself heâll never call you anything close to that or be that close because itâs absolutely not good for his heaving chest and hardening dick â those pretty plump lips of yours and the innocent look on your face â he wanted to both kiss it and fuck it.
and yet, on dormitory movie nights where youâre sat on both ends of the couch with geto and shoko between the two of you, satoru wills himself to patiently wait until the end of the first movie to stretch his limbs and get more snacks; he knows youâll follow, too, because itâs been like that for as long as he can remember.
âyou know you have to stop eating all that candy, right?â youâre saying it mindlessly, pouring more chips into a bowl and getting the hummus and guac, âitâs not healthy.â
gojoâs leaning on the counter and doesnât help whatsoever, both elbows on the wood and head tipped back to meet your height.
âaw, is my cute roomie worried about me?â you almost want to ignore him with that little compliment, not sure if he even meant it, but youâre leaning into him this time with a little glance down to his lips that he thinks he imagined it.
âno, just wondering how embarrassed iâll be when i have to tell the paramedics that when you finally collapse on the floor, it was because my dumb roommate had consumed too much sugar.â you like this little game you play with satoru, yet youâve never been this bold; maybe itâs because you know he finds you hot, too, but the two of you are too stubborn to stand your ground and admit the obvious.
gojoâs feigned pout spreads into a grin and simply blows a raspberry at your explanation. thereâs a crinkle of yet another sweet packet, disregarding your chastise from earlier. âsmart little thing, hm?â
âi become the brightest when youâre involved,â you swipe the sweet from his fingers and pop it into your mouth, âi have to when i need to insult you.â the two of you spend the rest of the movie night hip to hip on the couch, ignoring the fire in your connected limbs and the spark of your fingers when they brush against each other.
itâs a few months before youâre fully embracing that you might not just find your roommate hot, but that maybe youâd want to âwifeâ him up as the other has expressed jokingly. it didnât help that gojo is cleaning up a little more often these days, learning how to cook and using his inside voice like you told him to (you didnât think heâd remember). the last straw was possibly seeing him fuss over you when you fell sick, switching to remote classes just so he could be close to you â his main excuse was that he didnât want his laundry to be infected.
âbut you donât even like to use shirts half the time youâre home!â
âyouâre calling this homeââ gojo giggles while simultaneously shoving cough mixture down your throat, âi didnât know we were married!â
âshut your trap before i really make you regret this.â
but gojo thinks that maybe it wasnât so bad to come home to you in one of his future days, he just had to get through this first.
it was meant to be a simple photo to show off your new set of lingerie, the ones that you had gotten with your girls at a half-off price just the other day. you couldnât blame yourself when your hands naturally reached for one that mirrored gojoâs eyes alongside the white details that represent his hair. buy it, take a potential nude and laugh about it in the group chat, thatâs all. you felt so damn sexy in it that you even went as far as to take a few photos with your bra unclasped and phone in hand hiding your chest, until the very last one where it was fully off.
you felt unlike yourself, in that stuffy, small dorm while satoru was out in a lectureâ
before gojo texts you about groceries and his chat moves to the very top that same moment youâve got all these lewd, unnatural pictures of you waiting to be sent. it happened all too fast: at least 10 being delivered and read on the spot that your panic is indescribable and you want to melt into mush on the floor.
while youâre scrambling to delete them, gojo stares at your figure in that last racy picture, hands skilfully covering your breasts just enough that he could still see the curve of them and then down to your figure interrupted by a pretty pair of blue lace undies. itâs like you planned this, looking so delectable in your little get-up until it all disappears and youâre sending multiple messages of âiâm so sorryââs and âit was an accidentââs.
gojo thanked the heavens he was sat at the very back of the lecture theatre, immediately booking it out of there with the images of you seared into his brain. his cock is throbbing and so, so hard it almost hurts to walk to the restroom, and youâre still continuing your apologies. he wants to scream at you â how you do not need to say sorry for whatever youâve just sent, because as he removes his dick from his tight pants, thereâs a soft sigh of your name that falls from his lips.
satoru is reminded of the times youâd be sat in your stupid booty shorts in the dorm, basically showing your folds because he just knew you didnât like to use underwear underneath. heâs reminded of the times you had to (unwillingly) use one of his shirts when the washing machine had broken down and the only thing on his mind at the time was what youâd look like bouncing on him â he thinks that maybe he just needs to spit it the fuck out, and so he opens the video feature on your private chat.
âthis is what you do tâme, baby,â gojoâs tip is already leaking so much pre-cum, making sure he can be seen, expression and all, âyou make me soâ s-shitâ fucking hard.â
he didnât even care if he could be heard, pumping his cock to the thought of you in that baby blue set of lingerie. he thinks of ripping it all off of you and buying you more just so he could do the same thing again and again, eyes scrunching up in bliss as his hand continues to move up and down his length. his hand isnât even close to what he wants to feel â your tight pussy sucking him in â but he settles for it, squeezing his palm around his shaft and thumbs his tip.
âya see this, angel?â gojo chokes out a moan when he sees another notification of âi really didnât mean to make you uncomfortableâ and it was the exact opposite for him in this bathroom stall, really hoping this video would drive his point home, âsâall for you, fâ fuck.â
the video is incoherent from then on, because itâs all too much for him, the strokes of his warm hand, the images of your body, the sensitivity of his cock. lewd noises of him jerking off and his whines echo throughout the restroom, cumming with a slack mouth and babbles of your name on his lips.
âfuck, fuck, fuckkkâŠâ satoru can hardly care as his cum stains his shirt, leaving his cock in needy spurts that dribble down his hand as well, wishing he could see it against your skin instead of his own. the end of the video is messy and hasty that he doesnât even think much as he sends it, but itâs not even halfway through the video before youâre sending a simple âplease come back, now.â and his heart jumps in his chest.
gojo simply shoots a quick text to geto, asking him to help him pack his things because he will definitely not be returning.
youâre so glad you donât have any more classes for the day, too, because all you can think about now is satoru and his cock, blessed again with the sight of him losing himself in pleasure except now, he knew. your hands arenât hesitant in reaching down to your core, lingerie already soaked through as you watch the short two minute video over and over as you lazily play with your clit with your eyes trained on his hand. itâs so hypnotising you donât realise gojoâs already home, standing at your room door with his bulge showing through his pants and sweat lining his brow.
âdid you run here?â you sit up, hands covering your chest instinctively. he shakes his head and you remove them.
âyou know the bus will take too long, baby.â
you ignore the flutter of your heart and pussy when you know he says the pet name with intent, now, not in a joking or teasing manner. you want to hear it more.
âwas that really an accident?â
youâre kneeling on your bed now, and gojo just wants to shut you up and make you take back all your apologies.
âit was!â you counter, not minding how your roommate slips his hand around your waist and is just inches from you, âbutâŠâ
gojo never truly loses his personality even when heâs hot and bothered, âbut what, princess?â
thatâs new.
you grin at his chivalry even when youâve got your chest all vulnerable like this: heâs trying to break you with his eyes, the one thing that led you to choose baby blue in the first place. you win when his eyes flit down to your tits.
âbut you still ended up sending me a video of you jerking off â hardly any decorum, huh, satoru?â
gojo rolls his eyes, hands trailing up your body and coming to rest at your boobs, âyeah. but you love it.â
thatâs all he says before he dips down and takes a nipple into his mouth, leaving your hands to tangle in his hair as your back arches to give him more space. heâs so hungry, swirling his tongue around your hardened bud as he kneads the other, eyes occasionally meeting yours from your chest.
âdâyou like the vid?â his speech is muffled.
âlike it? i loved itââ a soft moan leaves you, âdidnât know you were such a sub, though.â
gojo laughs into your skin and youâre obsessed with the feeling, challenging him when he reaches your eyes again with a glint in his eyes.
âoh, youâre in for it, baby.â gojo grins, capturing your lips and feeling so free now that everythingâs out in the open. heâs finally able to feel your lips on his, so soft and slow, making him go crazy from such a simple gesture. gojo pushes you gently onto your bed, kissing down your exposed body before coming to your pelvis, playing with the hem of the underwear.
âgotta thank this little guy for solving our problems.â
âplease do not call my lingerie âlittle guyâ,â you giggle, letting him remove the garment and you preen at the praise he gives your pussy.
âsâwet⊠is this all for me?â gojo shamelessly inhales your essence, the sight of him between your legs enough to make anyone cum.
âyeahâŠâ itâs a whisper when you say it, breathless and impatient yet loving the way he treats you. âi get wet only for you, âtoru.â
gojo moans at that, eyes rolling back momentarily before his mouth descends on your pussy and you think you can hear a brief hymn of hallelujah. he savours your cunt slowly, licking lazy stripes up and down your pussy and your moans match them â soft, drawn out â hands playing seamlessly with his hair. gojoâs startling baby blues meet you for a second and he smiles softly before he places a kiss to your clit.
a twitch, and satoru fully shows his expertise in the next second, eating you out like he was a starved man and you were the last meal on earth. your roommate sucks on your clit, groaning into your core as he feels your thighs close in around his head and your heels dig into his back. he switches easily to your hole, driving his tongue into the leaking entrance and his nose starts to nudge at your nub.
âsatoruâ s-shit!â your moans increase in volume, hands pulling harshly at his locks. âfeel sâgoodââ
âyeah?â he speaks into your cunt, slurping up your juices time and time again until his jaw aches. your pussy just tastes so sweet that itâs got him grinding into the bed, too, relieving his cock with desperation. âwas made just to eat you out, sweetness.â
âdoing so wellâ are you close?â it was difficult to hold on when satoru was talking to you like that and devouring you so good, thumb now playing with your folds while his tongue focuses primarily on your clit again. he flicks at it and his eyes look at you for your answer, merely nodding pathetically as his abuse on your cunt is relentless. gojo would love to memorise the way you clench around his thumb, but heâs too fixated on your whines before you cum with a cry of his name.
âoâoh fuckâ ât-toru! oh my godddâŠâ his mouth never stops moving even when your thighs tremble around his head and your body convulses, clit throbbing in his mouth and your mewls reaching the highest heavens.
gojo grins into your cunt, making sure you watch him as he collects all your juices onto his tongue, giving your pussy one last satisfied lick before he sits up, making quick work of his pants and he shows you how to not have one ounce of decorum like you commented on earlierâ
because as he pumps the cock you saw just minutes ago, you tongue darts out to lick your lips unknowingly. as he drags the tip along your folds, youâre spreading your legs wider for him. as he slaps his cock along your cunt, your hips are moving on their own accord to feel more of him.
âfilthy girl,â gojo leans in to your face, âtalkinâ bout me having decorum. you should see yourself.â
you laugh, bringing him in for a brief kiss. you liked that you still could banter in times like this.
âiâll admit i never had it, so it would b-beââ gojo slips just the tip in and youâre cut off, a choked whimper leaving you, âhypocritical to criticise you.â
âya think?â gojo wiggles his hips gently, sinking into you and the squeeze of your cunt around his cock is too perfect, too tight. his own whines leave him as he eases inch by inch into you before youâre confessing.
âyâknow after seeing you jerk off that dayâ f-fuck, in your room,â you mumble, wrapping your legs around his middle that causes him to moan, âi wanted nothing more than to help you clean up, cum and all.â
gojo chuckles breathlessly, you two have been pining for months? but he recovers just as quickly, bottoming out with a loud sigh. he lets your hands travel over his face, holding it in your palms.
ây-yeah? why didnât you?â
âwasnât sure if you liked meââ a whine cuts through your words as he takes the first slam into you.
âiâll make sure you know how much i like you, baby, âkay?â gojo manages to get out before his hips moves into you, no longer able to hold conversation with the way your cunt sucks him in. heâs determined now, to show you how someone like you had a hold on him so strong that he was willing to pick up dirty clothes and take time out of his day to collect groceries. itâs not long before your roommate is able to pick up a pace, loving the way you trap him with your legs as his hips piston in and out of you.
the room is so much more stuffy, now, filled with the scent of sweat and sex as his pelvis meets your ass in timed thrusts. it was so filthy, too, cum from your previous orgasm aiding him as lube and sticking to his pubes from how much you were dripping.
ây-yeahâ fuck me like how youâve been wanting to, âtoruââ you mumble out softly, already drunk on his cock. you swear you can feel the veins and his cockhead twitch at that, the sounds of the other filling your ears.
âyou take me so, so well, baby,â gojo praises, face buried in your neck as he gives you kisses there, mind blank except for how youâre so wet that your arousal is spurting everywhere each time he comes up to the hilt in you, âtaking my cock and squeezing me sâgood.â
little pants leave you at the affirmations, and like always, gojo is a fast learner, already knowing your sweet spots when a hand sneaks down to rub at your clit. the circles go in time with his thrusts, and before then, youâre jerking in his arms, nails scratching at his back as your pussy spasms on his cock. gojo groans into your skin, hips still ramming into you before the clench of your cunt prompts him to cum as well.
âright thereâ s-shit!â youâre moaning when you can feel his cum seeping into you, the exact thing youâre imagining feeling even better as he loads you up, but you donât have time to react when gojo flips you over. a quick glance to his face tells you heâs intoxicated on your pussy, pressing down on your arch.
âcan you handleâ another loadâ baby?â it comes out in between his thrusts, the way he begs to cum in you again and youâre never one to deny when youâve wanted this for the longest time. you let satoru use you, face buried in the sheets below you while his thrusts start to turn sloppy. heâs not giving one fuck that heâs cummed the fastest heâs ever done before and how heâs going to do it again, but itâs inevitable when heâs got your cunt wrapped around him.
âyâ yes, satoruâ want you to fill me up, p-pleaseââ it all overloads him: the way his cock disappears into your hole, the residual cum from earlier sticking to your ass and his pelvis, that white ring of semen around the base of his dick, your desperate pleas and cries.
it only takes one stroke of his hand on your clit before youâre cumming so fast again together with him, fingers grasping at the sheets as your pussy flutters around his length and you get his second load in return. itâs so viscous and hot, spilling into your hole. itâs so much, body going limp against satoruâs messy thrusts as he continues to rut into you, stilling finally when he starts to cramp in his thighs.
âattagirl, thatâs it, sweetness,â gojo gasps out from behind you, staying locked in you as his cock spurts out the last bits of his cum. he presses a small kiss to your shoulder, asking softly into your skin if you were okay.
âmore than okayââ a small mewl is heard when gojo pulls out slowly, sighing to himself upon seeing the way your cunt push out his cum naturally. thereâs so much of it, spilling onto the sheets, but before he can take it upon himself to plug two fingers into your entrance, youâre dragging him to lie properly on the bedâ
ânot done?â your roommate laughs, a hand playing with your neck and the hickeys heâs left there.
you shake your head, noting how satoruâs cock is still sensitive when your hand closes around it, and you finally can see gojo in all of his glory when your tongue kitten licks at his tip and a shiver travels through his body. his hooded eyes and the buck of his hips are all you need to continue.
âi havenât told you how much i like you, âtoru. should i show you now?â
somewhere on your dresser, thereâs several messages from your girls, but youâre too preoccupied with satoruâs cock in your mouth to notice â ah, well, youâd update them later.
[6:23pm, operation get (y/n) a partner]: photo attached (4)
@(y/n) girl where is your pic !!!! show us that cute baby blue lingerie pleaseee!!
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Hi!!!
Could you write jealous!eddie x readerâŠđ«Ł
Iâm down so bad for this man istg
ty for requesting :D i too am down bad for this man â grump!eddie can't believe other people get to look at you (jealous!eddie, established relationship, 1.7k)
bug's one year celebration âĄ
Eddie thought the comic book section of Family Video was the coolest thing in the world until he met you. And itâs weird âcause now youâre all he can think about. Heâs holding a collectorâs item in his hands, but all he can see is you â and how close youâre standing to Steve âThe Hairâ Harrington.
The boy lays two VHS tapes on the counter before you, each packaged in a thick plastic case. My Neighbor Totoro and The Land Before Time. He waits for you to make an impossible choice while you idle just ahead of him, elbows propped on the countertop with your head in your hands. Your wide-eyed gaze darts between the two options.
Your head shakes between your palms. âI canât decide,â you conclude, rising to full height with a final huff. âItâs like choosing your favorite child.â
âWell, good thing you donât have to,â Steve quips with a lopsided smirk. His nose scrunches, and it makes his honey eyes sparkle. ââCause youâre getting both. On the house.â
âYou donât have to do that,â you tell him, brows pinched in a quiet sort of protest.
He drops the tapes into a plastic bag, then shrugs like his hand slipped. âToo late.â
âWonât your boss get mad?â
âWhat Keith doesnât know wonât hurt him.â
âI donât want you getting in trouble because of me,â you agonize, face twisted with every bit of it.
Steve meets your worry with a wider, pink grin. He bounces a shoulder and jostles the nametag pinned haphazardly to his emerald vest. âIâll be fine, alright? Iâm strongâ I can take one of Keithâs stupid lectures.â
Your hesitant fingers brush his golden ones when you take the bag from him. âYouâre so brave, Steve Harrington,â you lilt with a teasing glint in your eye, tilting your cheek to your shoulder to feign sincerity.
âThe bravest, actually,â the boy jokes in return.
Eddie watches all this play out from where he lingers at the comic book stand. A whole rack of his favorite superheroes, and he isnât paying an ounce of attention to a single one.Â
He was only halfway listening at first, still mostly focused on the cartoon in his hands â if only to pretend he wasnât completely eavesdropping on your conversation. But now heâs outright staring the two of you down, with an unabashed glare pointed at the asshole flirting with his girl.Â
âGod, heâs disgusting,â Eddie grumbles under his breath when Steve says something that makes you laugh.
Heâs not talking totally to himself. Not entirely, anyway. Dustinâs crouched just beside him in search of one of the newer comics that he swears Keith is hiding from him. âHeâs just being nice,â the curly-haired boy reasons with a shrug, obviously distracted as he flips through a stack of flimsy magazines.
Eddie scoffs and finally turns away from you to look at the boy below him. He blinks for the first time in several minutes as he shoots the kid a deadpan stare. âOh, so itâs not because he thinks my girlfriendâs hot?â
âHeâs definitely doing it because sheâs hot,â Dustin answers without thinking twice.
âWatch it, Henderson.â
âYou asked!â he argues, tilting his chin to look up at Eddie with a wide, ocean-eyed stare. âIâm just saying. Steveâs a good guy. He wouldnât do that to youâ Now, can you please help me find this stupid comic book before I lose my mind?â
Eddie huffs. He decides it might be healthier to distract himself with this metaphorical treasure hunt than stare daggers at you and Steve from across the room. âWhich one are you looking for again?â
âMetamorphoâ The original. Not the stupid reprint that just came out.â
The older boy stills. He closes the comic book between his palms with one pale hand until the cover of it flips down. Metamorpho, the vibrant cover reads, The Element Man. Heâd been too busy looking at you, he hadnât realized heâd been hiding the thing from Dustin for five whole minutes.
âIs this it?â Eddie murmurs, shoving the thing in the boyâs face.
Dustinâs head shoots up. He snatches the thing from the boyâs grip and gapes at it, with all his practiced teenage boy dramatics. âYou had it the entire time?!â he shouts, but Eddieâs already sauntering to the front counter â where Steveâs still making you laugh.Â
As pretty as you are smiling (so much that it makes his chest ache), thereâs a simmering anger burning orange in his chest. Making you laugh is his job. Not Harringtonâs.
You seem to notice his presence before heâs even wrapped you in his arms. You flash him a beaming grin that makes his stomach whirl. He gets sick with it â with nostalgia or something equally tender.Â
The green of his envy starts to fade when he realizes youâre wearing his skull and cross-bones sweater, all bundled up in it like itâs yours. He feels a primal sense of ownership, knowing that youâre swaddled in something that belongs to him, knowing he has you in a way Steve doesnât. Itâs not every day the local freak gets to one-up the king.
âReady to go?â Eddie grins, rosy and broad, as he wraps his arms around you in a loose, sideways embrace. The warmth of the proximity has your stomach doing backflips. The familiarity of his scent, musky and woody and smoky, makes your heart thud hard against your ribcage.
âYep,â you nod, still smiling. âSteveâs letting me get the movies for free.â
Eddieâs lips smack against his teeth as his jaw drops in a feigned sense of awe. His wild curls bunch at his shoulder when his head tilts softly sideways, looking at the boy across the counter. âAw,â he croons, high-pitched and sarcastic. âIsnât that sweet?â
Steve rolls his eyes. âShut up before I revoke your comic stand privileges.â
Eddie squints. âYou wouldnât dare.â
âTry me, Munson.â
Eddie, deciding to be the bigger person, chooses to abandon the petty argument. He feels like the bigger person, anyway â like heâs ten feet tall, walking out of Family Video with you under his arm. He could lose a thousand arguments and still feel like a winner as long as he gets to crawl home to you.
You canât help but notice how weird heâs being, though. There was a foreign bite behind his words as he spat his sarcasm at Steve. The tension follows you even now, as he opens the passenger side door of his van for you.Â
Eddie holds onto the rusted latch with a pale, tattooed hand. You turn to face him instead of planting yourself onto the chipping pleather seat. âAre you okay?â you ask, a subtle furrow between your brows when you peer at him from beneath your lashes.
The boy scoffs a boyish laugh, obviously overcompensating. âYeah, Iâm fineâ what are you talking about?â
Your eyes narrow. âYouâre being weird.â
âI think youâre being weird, dollâ interrogating me outta nowhere.âÂ
He expects you to laugh. Then he could tell you how pretty you are, and youâd be so flustered by the compliment that youâd forget this entire conversation ever happened. You donât laugh, though. You donât even crack a smile. You just keep staring at him.
âIâm fine,â Eddie groans, wild curls billowing when a breeze rolls by. He still tries to smile, though the bright pink expression doesnât quite meet his eyes. He shrugs and tries to play it cool because anything less than that is so not metal. âIâm just⊠Iâm just a little annoyed. Thatâs all.â
Your chest stings and your stomach starts to ache. Your mind reels as you try to understand what you couldâve done because the oh-so-sensitive you feels like it must be your fault.
âAnnoyed at me?â you press in a tiny voice.
âNo!â Eddie booms instantly, much louder than you. He quietens, but his face still swirls with protest. He could never be annoyed at you. As far as heâs concerned, youâve never done anything wrong in your life. âNoâ are you kidding? Youâre perfect.â
He takes your face in his ringed hands, cradling your cheeks until they squish softly together. A perfect thing, indeed.
âThen what happened?â you mutter through your gently jutted lips.
The boy drops his chin to his chest and sighs. He hates that you care so much about him that you actually make him talk about his feelings. Heâd much rather bottle them up and save âem for a rainy day. But no, you love him enough to pry the hidden emotion from his cold, black heart.
âI donât know,â he answers first in an inaudible murmur, kicking at loose pebbles on the concrete because itâs easier than meeting your eyes. âSometimes it gets annoying when⊠Other people look at you, I guessâŠâ
He peeks at you beneath his long lashes, button eyes made of chocolate. They swim with a glittering emotion. Something tender and sheepish. Heâs like a puppy when he looks at you this way. You canât help but find him utterly adorable accordingly.
Heâs a little surprised when his words make you laugh. He wasnât joking, really, but heâs relieved to hear the honeyed sound. It runs over him like drops of summer rain and absolves him of all his envy.
âUnfortunately, I donât think I can fix that,â you reply, smiling wide between his calloused palms.
âI know,â he whines, pouting softly. âAnd it sucks. âCause youâre too pretty for your own good.â
You lean further into his warm hand. You blink at him with pretty eyes, and in a pretty voice, you wonder, âWould it make you feel better if I said that I only care when youâre looking at me? And that everyone else is basically invisible when youâre around?â
Eddieâs heart swells so much it starts to ache. Youâve awoken something in him â something that used to be dead before you came around, or something that didnât exist at all. Itâs something golden and made of velvet. Something warm and honeyed. Something that doesnât have a name because you donât even know youâve invented it.
Despite trying not to smile too wide, a beam begins to pull at the corners of his mouth. A second later, and heâs grinning with all his teeth. He gets all shy, ducking his gaze as he nods at you. âYeah, actuallyâ that does make me feel a little better.â
You beam up at him, all lovesick and stupid. With your cheeks still in his hands, you rise to the tips of your toes and press a smacking kiss to the flushed apple of his cheek.
Eddie figures it doesnât get more metal than this.
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i absolutely need suna x reader having secret sex while the miya twins are a room acrossđ«Ł
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
You had no real attraction to Suna, but it was just one of those nights where your brothers came home after a game, bringing his friends along with him to celebrate, and to avoid sitting in their sweat, they had to shower. Thank god you took yours before the boys made it. Being the last to shower when the floor is wet and itâs steamy already is literally the worst shit ever.
The problem was, Suna never really came over; therefore, he had no real way to know which room was your brothersâ.
He had specific instructions to shower and take some clothes from his room. Looking back on it, he shouldâve asked which door it is, but strutting back with nothing but a towel on his waist is not an option. So, he resorts to opening every door until he finds what he would think is the room of his teammate. Or ratherâŠeither of them?
Instead, the knob twists as youâre fully bent over in your walk-in closet, digging through a basket of clean clothes for a t-shirt. Of course it had to be the second you wanted to change when he walked in, and not when you were comfortably reading in bed with a little light on earlier. Thereâs no bra on your chest now, just a pair of navy blue lace panties.
Hey! On the bright side: they couldâve been cotton with âkiss my assâ stamped on the back.
Your arms draw up in an effort to hide your chest when you hear the twist of the knob and the door come flying open. Key word is effort, because now your breasts are pressed up against each other, which Suna believes is ten times worse for you than the position he found you in. At least when you were bent over, he had to imagine whatever he couldnât see.
âHolyâ shit!â you exclaim, eyeing the man at your door thatâs actively dripping water on your carpet. His hair is fallen and sticking to his face messily, just enough for you to spot his slim eyes. He doesnât say anything at first.
Itâs mainly just him blinking blankly at you while you panic, searching the room for literally anything to provide some decency, but once you render the clear lack of any emotion you currently possessed in his body, it calms your nerves a bit.
Heâs seen a woman before. It doesnât make him any less prone to being attracted to puffy lips and nipples only covered by an arm, but it somehow soothes you to know he wonât make a big deal out of it and maybe not even mention it to your siblings.
Eventually, you throw on the nearest shirt over your head and pull your hair through, dirty or clean, still with no pants to match.
You sigh deeply, âWhat is it Suna?â It comes out in an irritated grunt.
âYou know my name.â His eyebrows raise with surprise, but not as high as the average personâs would.
âYeah, I do. Is there a reason youâre still here?â
He presses on: âHow do you know it? Do they talk about me a lot?â
Your head drops in your palm to shake back and forth. âI canât do this right now,â he overhears your mumble.
âMy bad, I was looking for Tsumuâs room but got jumpscared instead.â
Despite saying this, he still stands in the doorwayâ not with it cracked, but with it wide fucking openâ and itâs then when creaks from the stairs clears the air between you two. He doesnât move, but you quickly shove him over to peek around the corner, then drag him into your bedroom before whoever it is gets the wrong idea by the view from the hallway.
While youâre turned after throwing him mindlessly into your room, he readjusts the falling towel around his waist. What he said finally hits you a few moments too late.
âJumpscared?! You? Iâm in the comfort of my own room when you barge in with nothing on!â Your hands gesture up and down his body as you scold him. âAnd donât talk about my body like that!â Only he doesnât really look at your eyes. When youâre done, he finds your attention.
âIt was really an accident, but Iâll stay until whoever goes back downstairs,â he shrugs. âAnd why does it smell like sex in here?â
Your cheeks redden. There was a reason you were looking for a change of clothes. âIt doesnât.â
âYeah, it does.â He flops back onto the bed carelessly, dipping your comforter.
âStop! Youâre getting my sheets wet.â His body has only slightly dried, but with the full head of hair he has, it hasnât dried at all. âSuna, get up.â
âThey probably already are.â
He closes his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. His stature was not what you thought itâd be. He was tall and packed with muscle in his legs. You could tell that much by the pictures if you didnât figure it out by the fact that when heâs sitting youâre still face to face, but on top of that, his abdomen was carved and his arms carried some weight too. Nothing compared to the sheer size of his thighs though; they had to be the size of your head. Just by photos heâs an average high school athlete, so it almost appears fake.
Unfortunately, as you were looking, his eyes had opened and heâd been watching you inspect him. Suna will always preach there are benefits to being as quiet as he is, like how he can pinpoint that your fingers come to pinch the edge of your shirt.
You clear your throat in hopes it will gather your thoughts too, then rectify his past statement. âThey arenât.â
âRight⊠like all the red tabs in this book are for nothing?â He reaches beside him to take it in his hands, then he flips through the pages quickly until he comes across one. ââI run my fingers down her trembling thighs that yearn for my touch. Youâll take it like aâââ
Before he can finish what you remember is very unfortunately highlighted, you crawl over him to rip it out his hands and throw it. You chuck the literature nowhere in particular with embarrassment that canât get any higher as he laughs, then you quickly retreat with a knee up on the edge of the bed. His laughter is a sweet sound. It makes sense why heâs friends with your brothers.
You donât even notice youâre half-straddling him while you point your finger in his face. âWhat I read is none of your business.â
He spoke clearly and assertively when he read, and the last thing you need him figuring out was how bad your body desired heâd read the words to you again; he was already too observant.
âOf course. Forgive me for saying such vulgar things around my friendâs sister. She would never do such a thing.â Finally, he slowly sits up, which naturally makes you rise with him, so you place your hand on his shoulder to prevent from wobbling. Your thigh is beside his with your foot unstable on the floor. âSheâs just so sweet and innocent, and definitely not up here alone reading book porn.â
Your breathing picks up at the proximity and the pressure of a question you canât avoid. You search between both his eyes that do the same to you. He deserves a medal or something, because fuckâ the shirt lifts just a little bit every time you fiddle with it and the lace sticks to your skin like glue. âIâ uhm,â you stutter, removing your stability from his body and backing away from the bed.
Of course, to add to the fucking embarrassment, you stumble backward, but he reaches out to you. His hand firmly wraps around your wrist and the other is hooked behind your back when he jerks you back up to him. He only releases your wrist.
âIs that all you read?â
You shake your head. âI read regular romance and fantasy too.â
He nods, âAh, I see. So you want the prince of a faraway land to twirl you around in his field of flowers saying how much he loves you, then you want him to make you beg to come?â
Your eyes shoot wide at the comment, only stretching the lazy smirk on his face.
âN-no,â you reply, even though that does sound extremely appealing.
âBut you do want someone to ârun their fingers down your trembling thighsâ though, right?â
To emphasize his point, he lets the knuckles of his hand trickle down the back of your thigh, just barely grazing the skin. The sensation shocks you and almost sends you forward. This canât be happening. Actually, you pray it isnât, so your eyelids slam shut.
This prompts his other hand to pinch either side of your jaw gently and drag your face to his. âOr lay you back and tell you to take it like a good girl.â His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, then back up, noting the state of disbelief your countenance holds. He flattens the hand that stops just under your ass.
You almost melt in his hold, and this he knows because of the long breath you took after his words. Itâs easy to infer youâre fairly untouched by not only your responses but how receptive you were. It was you two, only about an inch from each other now, waiting to see who would make the next move and risk something far worse than just a growing attraction. The twins flash in your head as a beat passes and you swallow.
âYes. But that has nothing to do with you.â
Suna shines a smile with his teeth. âYour thighs are rubbing together.â
You look him up and down. âSo?â
âCan I tell you a secret?â
You donât look him in the eyes, they drop to your pillows. Before you can separate the thighs in question that are only disconnected by his fingertips, he nudges you forward onto him, bringing your hands back to his shoulders. Youâre completely straddling while attempting to keep your eyes locked on his when his entire torso is on display. He leans forward to speak just above a whisper in your ear as if this is a normal occurrence.
âI can feel you dripping all over my hand.â The cool of his breath tickles your neck, only worsening as he continues. âWhy is that?â
Youâre at a loss for words at first, but you suck it up, holding your own. âNothing to do with you. Maybe I went too hard earlier.â
He wholeheartedly chuckles at this response. âSo you admit it?â
âAdmit what?â
âThat you were up here fucking yourself to your book?â His voice is an echo behind you since heâd decided to rest his chin comfortably on your shoulder.
âYeah. Yeahâ I guess I do. Itâs not like you didnât come in here and figure it out yourself,â your eyes roll.
âWhich part were you reading?â
âDoes it matter?â
âYes.â
Thereâs a moment of silence. âSheâd just decided to drop her toxic ex-boyfriend and his sister came to console her. The way she did it was kind of fucked up, and I think the slow burn is what made me look past it, but anywayâ she brings her to a party, the boy she meets there happens to be the barista at the place she orders from every day, and he has a history with the main characterâs ex. He hates him even though heâd gotten over it as years passed, but she really wants to get back at him, so they send an anonymous short video of them, um⊠together, and he gets really pissed off.â
Suna is quiet as he reviews what you just said. He admires your perception of the book and the passion to read. He goes, âYouâre into that?â and then itâs your turn not to say anything, even with the amusement lacing his tone. You grow fidgety, and just when you donât think any more words will be exchanged, he suddenly demands, âDonât do that.â
âDo what?â
âThat. What you just did.â You shifted your weight from leg to leg as the silence grew longer. Just to see, you do it again.
âYouâre grinding against me when you do that by the way.â
You giggle maliciously, continuing to go back and forth. Itâs payback for teasing you the entire time. He comes to hold your hips still to prevent further movements, but in protest, you create an arch in your back to actually roll your hips down instead, ensuring he felt it.
âOkay, really, unless you want to move like that with my cock nine inches inside of you, I suggest you choose your battles now.â
You finally halt at the words because he was dead serious. He feels scratching along his shoulder blades at your fingers curling up in response, but not removing yourself. He still rests his head beside yours. âOh, donât tell me youâre into that too?â
So thatâs how he ended up with his back to your headboard, head tipped up, looking at you through his pretty eyelashes as you wrap your hand around his slick length and reposition it to line up. You lower your body down, allowing your walls to open up for him. The stretch hurts only a little just because heâs so big.
You hadnât kissed him the entire time, so he groans desperately when you wrap your fingers tightly around his neck and come close. He allows you to no matter how hard you squeeze.
This drives up your confidence with your pretty lace panties pushed to the side, making you raise to your feet.
âShit,â he grabs ahold of your ankles between half-lidded eyes, and his mouth slightly dropped like he canât believe what the fuck heâs seeing. âIf Atsumu could see you now.â
The mention of your brother at all should turn you off, but it doesnât. It only fuels you knowing that youâre actively riding his teammate. In fact, you must tighten around him, because he knows immediately.
âWhat? Does that turn you on? Fuckinâ slut.â
You whimper at the words, pressing your lips forward to his. You kiss him the best you can as he hungrily reciprocates.
The bed moves forcefully, but Suna knows the other guys are probably too busy downstairs to hear it, and whoever is in the other room may only potentially be a problem. So up and down you go, now slamming your ass against him and reddening his slightly tan, freckled skin.
âhhhmmm,â you whine, breathing shallow.
The brunette lets you go until your legs burn and youâre slowing pace. Itâs driving him insane watching you chase your orgasm, using him like he was the perfect replacement for your fingers, in your own little world with your face twisted up in ecstasy and muscles straining. You were too stubborn to stop when he offered it to you, but he doesnât mind. Not everyone has legs like his.
He instructs while inching his hips up the bed, âFall back to your knees.â You do, and he grabs one wrist in each hand before digging his heels into the blanket and pounding up into you at a pace you donât think you could ever meet. Itâs rough and loud and you can feel his balls coming up to strike you from behind. Quite literally, it takes your breath away.
âfuck fuck fuck yes,â tendrils of your hair fall over your face when you lay your head down over his shoulder for stability. Aside from not being able to move, this is the best angle for the both of you. Your tits move over his face, which would allow him to suck and bite as he pleases while holding you still, and with the tilt of your body his fat tip reaches your most sensitive part.
You bounce over and over and he wishes he would have pulled your shirt up first. Heâs grunting in your ear dangerously.
âWas this in your book too? Is this when he told her to take it like a good girl?â
You try to answer but itâs incomprehensible with the speed of his thrusts. âAgain.â
âY-yes,â you retry, finally getting something out. Heâs satisfied with this, so he lets go of your wrists and pushes you upright, only slowing for the moment. This time, he wraps his fingers around your neck, just enough for you to breathe, while rolling his thumb across your revealed clit. The veins of his forearm show themselves and he peers up at you with a glare as if you were the most irritating thing to him.
How hard you were holding him is nothing compared to how hard he is holding you, and just that thought has your eyes threatening to fall closed.
âThen be a good. Fucking. Girl,â he punctuates each word with a harsh upwards cut of his hips, âand take it.â
âOh God,â you connect your own weak hands around his, your mouth falling open with every moan that floats into the air. He holds your gaze with his threatening eyes, and if you tried to look anywhere but him, heâd pull you right back. âSuna, Iâm coming,â you rush it out like thereâs no stopping now. And honestly, youâre currently wishing you didnât say it at all, because you know if he told you not to, your body would try its best to comply.
âNo the fuck youâre not.â
Godammit.
Removing his finger from your nub, he moves the hand to meet the other at your throat. You couldnât speak even if you wanted to, which you did, just to let him know that this would only make it worse. Thereâs a movement: youâre coming down on him yourself with the force of the thrust driving you up.
Your mouth creates the words, but they donât come out. Suna knows anyway. âPlease.â
âNo.â And itâs as simple as that, because then he says, âDo you hear that?â
Of course you donât, he just asked to see if you were sane enough to come back to your senses and focus your hearing. His tight hold on you is enough to leave a mark, but not enough to prevent your head from slowly shaking back and forth.
âOn the other side of that wall is your brother. Both of them.â Your eyes shoot wide at the same time his thrusts calm down. He still continues, itâs just with a deep grind to prevent the hard slapping of skin, and he brings your forehead to his as he speaks to you. âCome now and both of us are in trouble.â
He has valid reasons to infer that it is specifically the twins, but heâs sure you donât want to hear those right now. If it was up to him, you would have been throwing your head back and showing that arch he imagines you had before he intruded in on you changing, but holding it above your head like meat to a starving dog was fine too.
âPlease let me come Rin, please. Iâll be quiet,â a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose ends your pleading, hoping it softens him up with the use of his first name.
And maybe it worked, because his eyebrows curl upwards with pity when he explains, âWe both know youâre too vocal for that, princess. How about we try something else?â
You nod frantically, raising off his length and letting him lay down completely while you wait for directions. He gets situated by moving pillows out of the way. âCome here.â
You realize now the pity he expressed was fake. Swinging your leg over his waist, you begin to line yourself up.
âNo. come here.â
You stare at him dumbfounded.
âUp here, towards me,â he ushers his hands. You scoot closer towards his chest with your hands on his pecs, not sure how much closer the two of you can get.
âMy face, baby.â
Instead of getting angry with you, he kept his tone. It was little but it made you feel good. âOh.â
You come to a hover over his lips, contemplating a lot and nothing at the same time, mainly if this man was really under you telling you to do what youâre doing.
âSit.â
âAre you sure?â You clarify.
âYes. Sit before I make you read your porn to me.â This brings your eyebrows in with a crease and you drop with no remorse on his lips. His face is smothered somewhere between his eyes. The only thing visible is his damp hair.
Unfortunately for you, he enjoys the thrill of not being able to breathe.
Youâre less than two minutes into absolutely grinding on his tongue, chasing the vibrations of his grunts and groans by tugging on his hair. Your other hand is covering your mouth.
Thankfully, because thereâs a quick knock, and Osamuâs voice passes through the door. âPizzaâs here. You okay in there?â
You nod as if he can see you. You then realize he cannot.
Shakily, you call out âYes.â The only way to not moan while Suna slides the muscle between your lips to taste all of your slick is by biting your lip. His fingers grip the fat of your thighs.
âOkay.â In the background thereâs another voice, presumably your other brother. Finally, they become faint until you hear the stairs, and you allow yourself a little freedom.
âRin,â you look down fully expecting to meet his eyes, but you canât see him past your hair.
âHmphh?â
âIâm closeâ can I?â On cue, he pushes in as far as his tongue can go inside your hole. He nods yes, simultaneously flattening it to lick all of you in one stripe before deliberately sucking your clit.
To muffle your sounds, your hand comes to cover your mouth once again and youâre somehow managing to prepare for your eyes squeezing shut at the same time as your muscles tensing. Suna can feel you dripping, literally this time.
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ౚৠHOW YOU GET THE GIRL
âi want you for worse or for better, i would wait for ever and ever, broke your heart, i'll put it back together, i would wait for ever and everâ - taylor swift (smau)
contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader, where they both star in taylor swiftâs âhow you get the girlâ music video (i accidentally made the bsf so bitchy so have fun with that)
description: we are doing our yearbook quotes⊠do u guys think âtell me your deepest fantasies: 8-12 hours of uninterrupted sleepâ is okay?! or is it cringey bc this is STRESSING me out!!
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taylorswift: đđ
âł yn.ln: love uuu!
user1: UMMM WHAT IS THIS?!
âł yn.ln: idk đ€·ââïž
user2: U AND MISS TAYLOR? GIRL WHAT IS HAPPENING
user3: ugh ur jacket is gorg
iamcharliebushnell: i cant wait!!
âł yn.ln: im actually like about to combust
bsf: i still think ur lying about this
âł yn.ln: i cant believe u would think that of me đą
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taylorswift âhow you get the girlâ (taylorâs version) music video out now!! with my lovely lovely cast yn ln and charlie bushnell đ©”đ©”
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yn.ln this was literally the funnest thing to film everrr!
âł iamcharliebushnell i miss you!!
âł yn.ln miss u too đŁđŁ
user1 GUYS WTH IM GOING CRAZY
selenagomez love u đđ so proud!
user2 THE LONG AWAITED MV
user3 dare i say best music video so far
sabrinacarpenter another release another world record đ
âł yn.ln girls unreal
user4 I WANT U FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER
âł user2 I WOULD WAIT FOR EVER AND EVER!!
user5 CHARLIE AND YN AND TAYLOR?! I CANT.
âł user6 my 3 fav people đ«Łđ«Ł
user7 im in love with director taylor era
gracieabrams aahhhhh!!!
user8 this music video gave my eyes ecstasy
user9 yn and charlie are so cute together đ„ș
âł user10 kinda ship them !!
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yn.ln iâll open up the door and say are u insane?!?! (I love you so so much taylor thank you for letting me have anything to do with you, and being a part of this mv!!)
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taylorswift i love our little gossip sessions
âł yn.ln im always free for one đ
âł user2 what i would do for a gossip sesh with taylor
iamcharliebushnell its been a long six months đą
âł yn.ln it has and i must see u NOW
âł user1 and u were too afraid to tell her what u want!!
user6 the editors having a field day with this one
bsf so u werent lying đ€š
âł yn.ln i told u i wasnt đŁ
âł bsf ok well now u HAVE to let me meet taylor swift
âł taylorswift đđ
user3 yn in the first pic!! đ©”
user4 and the hottest onscreen couple goes to đ
âł user5 and offscreen!!
âł user4 are they together?!?!
âł user5 no⊠but did u see how they looked at eachover in the vid?? No acting can do that đ
user7 well now i need a romcom with these two ASAP
âł yn.ln I WISH
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yn.ln ugh i know we are unstoppable
âł iamcharliebushnell so unstoppable i might do a backflip on stage
âł yn.ln I BEG
âł taylor.lautner đ€ž
âł yn.ln i love you taylor
taylorswift you are so so amazing!
user1 anyone else notice how everyone has posted the usual pics for the instagram posts but charlie is only posting him and yn together (and ofc taylor)
âł user2 their chemistry a bit too good đ§
âł user3 IF THEY GOT TOGETHER I WOULD GO FERAL
leahsavajeffries OMG!
user4 taylor told u how to get the girl⊠you acted out how you get the girl⊠now you have to go get the girl!!!!
walker.scobell man gets cast as the villain in MY show and now HE gets the music video with his celeb crush đ
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âł iamcharliebushnell walkerâŠ
âł yn.ln đ
dior.n.goodjohn WALKER HAS NO FILTER LMFAOOO
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Fool Me Once | Eddie Munson x Reader
Anonymous Asked: Eddie being your first everything and first boyfriend and reader is like kinda awkward or something. Then Eddie gets really drunk and gets home to reader and starts yelling at her saying like âYouâre only dating me because you donât want to be a sad loser virgin.â and she gets really sad because she genuinely loves him so much and she starts thinking that he doesnât love her at all⊠Then maybe the day after he canât find reader anywhere and maybe sheâs like with robin just crying her eyes out.
AN: IDK IDK itâs my first angsty thing Iâve done hope itâs ok đ«Ł
Cw: angst, hurt no comfort. Small bitty smut. Use of pet names, one use of reference to reader as âmy girlâ
âI love you, god, I love youâ Eddie slowly pumped his swollen cock in and out of you.
Youâve never felt this wave of pleasure before; no wonder everyone was so hyped about sex.
âFuck youâre so tight.â
âBaby, please.â You didnât know what you were asking for, but the feeling in your lower stomach was starting to build more and more and more until! Euphoria. Euphoria fuelled your body. The wave of pleasure that Eddie just granted you felt indebted to him.
âI love you,â you sigh as your body melts into your boyfriend.
Youâve been with him for almost six months and finally felt ready to give himself to him. You hadnât slept with anyone until now, and you were so happy you waited. You never felt so close, so in love, so unbelievably happy in this moment. Life was amazing; nothing could ever break this feeling you have.
Ring ring ring
You were abruptly awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. You were fast asleep, and now feeling disoriented, you looked at the clock. It was already 3:38am. You wondered who could be calling you at this late hour. Maybe it was an emergency? Your heart racing, you rushed over to the phone in a state of panic.
"Hello?"
"You little slut"
"Eddie?"
"Who else would it be? Are you expecting a booty call? another guy you want to fuck?"
"I don't understand? What's wrong."
âWhat's wrong? I'll tell ya what's wrong! Youâre only with me, so youâre not some loser virgin, thatâs what! Do you think all the guys will want you to know that your cherry is popped? Well, guess what, honey? Now you're just a sad little whore.â He slurred.
âWha-â
âYou think youâre hot shit now? Getting with the freak of Hawkins? Gonna brag about how you fucked the freak?â
âEddie, what are you talking about?â your voice wobbled.
He was obviously drunk out of his mind, but as they all say, drunk words are a sober manâs thoughts.
âI know how this is going to go⊠well, not if I beat you to it.â
âI don't understand?â
âI don't understand?â He mocked you in a high-pitched voice. âIâll tell you what Iâm talking about!â He yelled, and you cowered. He didnât care. His voice got louder and louder. âYou were a sad loooooser virgin before me! And now youâre just a sad loser who fucked the freak,â he laughed. He actually laughed.
"Eddie-"
âSo we are don-â
You hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.
You couldn't believe this was happening? You gave Eddie everything. You thought he was your everything up until this point. You slept with Eddie for the first time a week ago. Things were good, great, even. Until he went to the hideout tonight without you.
You stayed up the rest of the night because you were in tears about what Eddie said. None of this makes any sense? You always loved Eddie, and you thought he loved you back? How could he be so cruel?
You were woken up from your daze by a knock on your apartment door. You stumbled out of your room, still in your sleep shirt, with puffy eyes from crying all night. Robin was here to pick you up for work.
"Good Mor-" Her smile dropped along with the cup of coffee she was handing you as she saw your appearance. "Oh my god! What happened?" she rushed inside to wrap her arms around you.
"Eddie. He-" You could hardly get the words out. You just crumpled into a ball on the floor and sobbed pathetically in front of Robin.
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch" She let you cry into her on the floor. "Come on, you need to get out of here. Get changed. We are calling in sick, and we can return to my place."
Eddie woke up the morning after with a terrible hangover. It was already 12:35pm, and he couldn't remember how he got home. He suddenly felt an intense wave of nausea, which prompted him to hurry to the bathroom, where he vomited uncontrollably.
After the fifth shot, things in his memory become a little hazy. He was pretty hammered by then, but he still kept drinking with the boys. He vaguely remembered Jason being at the bar and making some leud comment about you, but other than that. Nothing.
He stumbled over to his answering machine to find it empty. That's weird? You always call him before your shift, and at least try to catch him on your lunch break. Today was Wednesday, right? You always work the morning shifts today.
Eddie tried calling your number, but he had no luck, so he tried calling your work, and when they said you called in sick, he got worried. So he tried your number again, and it still went to voice mail. Maybe you were sleeping? He tried calling back to see if Robin might know more. But when your annoyed coworker picked up the phone to tell him Robin also called in sick, he knew something was up.
Eddie rushed to his phone book to find Robin's number and called it. he waited for four rings until...
"Hello?"
"Hey! Rob it's Eddie, have you-"
"We are not speaking to you."
"We? Who's we?"
But it was too late. All he heard was the sound of the dial tone.
He tried again, no answer this time. He tried once more before getting pissed and decided to just go over to her place because what the fuck?
When Eddie got to Robin's, he pounded on the door like the pounding going on in his head.
"Robin! Open the door, please."
The door finally swung open to a very angry-looking Robin standing before him.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, Munson?!" She stepped outside and closed the door behind her so he couldn't come in.
"Robin, I'm extremely hungover and do not have the patience for your riddles. Do you know where my girl is or not? I'm worried sick."
"Oh, you can relax now since she is not your girl anymore, buddy." she poked his chest roughly. "you made that abundantly clear last night.
"Last night? I don't remember a thing from last night!"
"Well, think harder because she has been in there sobbing her eyes out from your little phone call."
"Phone call? What pho-" Then it all came rushing back to Eddie. It hit him like a Mack Truck.
"Yo Munson, where is that little whore of yours? Is she usually dangling off your arm like your little pet?" Jason snorted. "I bet she's off sucking another guy's cock; realized what a loser you are."
Jason didn't say much more to antagonize Eddie and get in his head, especially with the amount of alcohol he had consumed.
How could he be so stupid?
"Robin, oh my god, I fucked up. I fucked up big. Let me apologize."
"No. not now." She's a mess, as you can imagine-"
Robin was interrupted by the creek of the front door opening.
There you stood, looking as small as ever. Your eyes are still puffy, and your hair is a mess in your pyjamas at 1:30 in the afternoon.
"Baby, I-"
"Don't!" you cut him off, and Robin leaves to give you two spaces. "Don't you dare come here and think you can just take back what you said to me!" You had done a lot of crying; your anger was showing through.
"You don't understand, Jason was-"
"Jason?! What the fuck does Jason have to do with this? You hurt me, Eddie! I gave you everything! And then you throw it back in my face, accusing me of sleeping around? Are you insane? I've been in love with you for the last year and give myself to you, and you just throw that all away because of Jason Fucking Carver?"
"Baby, please, I'm so sorry; I'll do anything!"
"You've done enough." You turn and slam the door. That's it. You were done. Your heart felt so heavy⊠like it was just smashed into a million pieces. You were so close to caving when you saw the look of sorrow in those puppy dog eyes. But he had hurt you so bad you couldnât believe he felt an ounce of pain he had inflicted upon you.
You and Eddie were officially done.
You have been radio silent. You were held up in your room, and you refused to do anything other than go to work.
Eddie called you excessively. It was every day, multiple times a day. His messages made your heartache as you played them back. You could hear in his voice how broken he was. He had fucked up so bad you didnât know if you should give him another chance. For two weeks, you refused to answer your phone. You were so sick of it ringing you eventually took it off the line.
Eddie did everything he could think of to try and win you back. He sent you flowers to your work every single shift. He called, wrote love letters, and just needed you to speak to him. He was a desperate mess without you. Eddieâs heart, like not, was ripped into shreds, and it was all his fault.
Youâve been in his life since high school since he met you in hellfire freshman year. Then, once you finally confessed your feelings for one another, he couldnât believe his luck. You said you wanted to be with him, that you wanted him to be the only one you give yourself to. He never thought that he would be so lucky... And here he was, shooting himself in the foot. He even tried to go to your apartment a few times. But you would never answer the door. He would leave a note each time he showed up unannounced. It would say how sorry he was and how much he loved you, but you just couldnât bring yourself to believe him.
The slurred words repeatedly played in your head, and you couldnât make it stop. No matter how much he apologized, nothing he could say could make you forget. Your chest felt like it had a fifty-pound weight sitting right on your heart. Your eyes were permanently swollen from the continuous crying you couldnât seem to stop. He had stolen your heart and then stomped on it until it seized to beat.
The first month after the breakup was rough, but avoiding Eddie seemed to be easy enough. He eventually got the message by month two and stopped trying altogether.
As time went on, you slowly started to heal. Eventually, your constant thoughts about Eddie subsided. Eventually, they stopped. You never thought you would get over the hurt, but the distance helped. You were getting on your merry way by month three. Finally, feeling like yourself again, eating regularly, sleeping regularly. You hadnât heard or seen him, and you were finally freed from the prison sentence that was Eddie Munson.
Time spent with your friends and family was exactly what you needed. Even though Robin saw Eddie regularly, she never forgave him for what he did to you. Their friendship was strained, which strained his friendship with Steve as well as Nancy. They wanted to take his side, but once they heard what he had said to you, they couldnât simply look the other way. So you would hang out with them when Eddie wasnât there and vice versa. They made sure you never had to encounter one another for the time being. However, it was getting more and more difficult to have two separate schedules to appease you both.
You were to go to Steveâs for dinner with everyone, pizza and movie night. When you arrived, everyone was tense. Lines got crossed, miscommunication ensued, and as you walked through to the kitchen, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in his hand, almost slipping from his grip as his Bambi eyes widened at the sight of you.
âOh shit!â You hear Steve curse when he realizes the mistake that has been made.
âIâm going to go.â You turn and sprint to the door.
âNot wait!l You can hear Eddie shuffle off the chair behind you, but you refuse to look back.
âPlease! Wait!â
Threatening tears sting your eyes, and you rush out the front door.
âSweetheart, wait.â You feel his hand hook your elbow as your body is jerked in the opposite direction in which youâre running.
âWhat!â You yell, but then you see his eyes. You really look at him for the first time in three months. He had bags under his eyes, and the dark circles extenuated the deep chocolate of his eyes.
âI-I uh,â he lets out a deep breath, âI wanted to say Iâm sorry Iâm so sorry. I was so god damn stupid, so so stupid, the dumbest guy on the planet. I canât believe I fucked this up so badly; I love you. I love you so much. I canât do this anymore without you, baby. Please.â He was on his knees, begging, literally on his knees, grovelling.
âEddie, get up.â
âNo, I donât deserve it.â He was so pathetic, but he didnât care. âI love you, please, just please. I need you in my life.â
âI donât know EddieâŠâ
âSo thatâs not a no?!â He popped up like an excited little bunny, the silver oh hope he needed to get by.
âEddieâŠâ you sigh.
âNo, no, you said maybe! You donât know. You havenât decided. Please, baby, I love you.â
âThis is too hard.â Your lip wobbles as you try walking away again, but he interlocks your hand with his.
âPlease, can I at least just hold you?â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea.â You let your hand slip from his grip, and he unwillingly let go.
Eddie felt you slipping through his fingers, literally. The hope he had moments ago was gone.
âIâm sorryâ
âSo am IâŠâ without another look back, you walked away.
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vicious I ln4
pairing: lando norris x reader, a little of charles leclerc x readerđ«Ł
summary: lando's fans always attack you yet he does nothing to defend you, inspired by vicious by sabrina carpenter
notes: if youre the anon that requested this sorry it took so long lol! but you were so sweet ty
masterlist, part two
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yourusername lil getaway
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user wait is she dating lando??
user there's been rumors of them dating for months but neither of them have confirmed
user hopefully not lol
user i had no idea she went on this trip
user yeah cause lando never posts her or even likes her posts lmfaoaofda
user am i the only one that finds her annoying...
user nooo everyone else does lol shes always leeching off lando
yourbff ur perfect babe
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user pls dont let this be a hard launchđ§ââïžlando get UP
user of course she has to post landođ€Łshe needs him for the likes
maxfewtrell spent more time on the ground than actually skiing
yourusername SHHHH it was my first time
user why are all these comments about lando?? im only looking at herđ
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f1gossip Y/n Y/l/n spotted in Bali celebrating New Years at Martin Garrix's show, possibly with Lando Norris. The two have sparked dating rumors for a few months now but no confirmation has been made from either of them.
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user we might have to start accepting that theyre datingâčïž
user I REFUSE
user wait im new to the fandom, whys everyone hating on y/n i love her music...
user shes always posting lando for attention and he clearly has no interest in her, he doesnt even like her posts
user plus his ex >>>>>>> y/n
user she doesnt deserve him, he needs someone lowkey and y/n is such an attention whore
user not surprised shes there, always leeching on him
user right like girl give him space, he aint yours
user im a y/n defender idgaf. everyone in these comments are just jealous
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user yikes...
user defending someone who needs a man to stay relevant lol ok
user i miss luisinhađ
user im convinced theyre still dating and shes using lando for pr
y/n
hey lan, i safely made it back to the hotel
lando
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y/n
i still dont understand why you wanted me to leave early though, its not even midnight :(
lando
y/n, we talked about this.
there was lots of paparazzi there and if they saw us together on midnight they would think we're dating
y/n
we ARE dating...
why are you acting like we arent?
lando
yk what i meant
im just trying to protect you from the craziness that comes from dating me baby
y/n
im already getting hate, hows hiding me any different?
lando
lets just not do this tn. yk how much worse its gonna get it if we confirm anything
listen i love you, isnt that enough?
y/n
yeah, ily too
lando
ill see you later tnâ€ïž
lando
baby where are you?
come on it was a drunk mistake, yk i only love you
it was just martins friend, you know her
y/n
oh the girl you told me not to worry about?
lando
it didnt mean anything
why are you acting like this?
y/n
because you fucking cheated.
im leaving and im moving out of the apartment
lando
please dont, im sorry baby
i love you
y/n
you say you love me but you can never prove it
you hid me away for a whole year, was it so you could hook up with other girls?
lando
of course not wth
but since there's clearly no trust in this relationship maybe we should end it
i wish you the best y/n
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yourbff YES WIFEY
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user she unfollowed lando omg.
user WAR IS OVERRRR
pietrapilao out of sight out of mindđ§ââïž
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user is this about lando omg...
luisinhaoliveira99 đđ
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user ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???
user WHEN DID THEY MEET???
user I NEED THE TEA RNNNNNN
charles_leclerc đ€
user OH?
user what is going on in these comments omg??
user shes finally realized lando will never date a girl like her
user hahaha fr she finally deleted all her posts with him
user probably gonna go for piastri nowđ€Ł
yourusername
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yourusername took some time off music but dont worry, im back and ready to prove i dont need anybody to stay successful
vicious is out nowđ
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user OH NOWWW LANDO LIKES HER POST
yourbff sooo back baby
user this has to be about lando...
user the lyrics are heartbreaking omg
user you all owe her a big apology for the way you treated her
charles_leclerc you look good in red
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charles_leclerc love it!
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charles_leclerc congrats on the new song!!
taylorswift đâ€ïž
user yall better not start switching up!! if you were hating on her, stay away
user are we just going to ignore charles' deleted comments??
user bro was NERVOUS
user we dont know if this is about lando!! they were just friends
user you toxic lando fans need to stay awayđ she was never seen with anyone else this past year so its clearly about him. hes not some saint you paint him out to be
user exactly!! you guys are acting like you know him
user her shirt saying loyalđ«Łthats gotta be a diss
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landonorris pretty vicious life im living rn
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user the caption??? the hard launch??? oh thats not-
maxfewtrell bro. no.
user his own best friend doesnt approve of his behaviorđŹ
user this winter break drama is something else
user lando i cant keep defending you. why would you caption it this.
user IS THAT NEW YEARS KISS GIRL ON THE THIRD SLIDE???
user yess i found her @ shes martin garrix's friend and she was at that party
user anyone else notice luisa unfollowed him??
user she chose her side HAAHAH
user pretty ironic cause so many fans were comparing y/n to her and now theyre friendsđ€Ł
user whys everyone mad?? its his private life why do you guys care
user oh so now you guys are giving him privacy?? but when he was rumored to be with y/n you were hating...the hypocrisy
yourbff alexa play obsessed by mariah careyđ„±
user OOP
user the girls are fightingggg
user not even a y/n fan but this was a bit unnecessary...
user "you dont feel remorse, you dont feel the effects" đ«
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f1gossip Despite hard launching their relationship just one week ago, Lando's new girlfriend has been spotted getting cozy with a different guy! The leaked pictures have already caused for her to go private on all social mediasđŹ
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user karma is A GOD
user i know y/n is having a good day today
user omfg poor lando :(
user womp womp
user i bet he is regretting his decisions rnđ
user y/n nation won today, ln4 nation taking L after L
user we cant catch a breakđ©
user WHAT IS GOING ON WITH LANDO RN
user craziest winter break yet jeez
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hey y/n! i know we havent spoken much but ive seen how lando treated you the few times you were at races and i apologize for never speaking on it
i just wanted to tell you you're a great person and your music is so amazing
if you ever need anything please just shoot me a text!
landonorris
y/n you blocked my number?
im sorry about everything baby
can we please just talk?
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yourusername im soooo sorry for your lossđ
my new single feather is out now!! special thanks to @charles_leclerc for helping me out in the music video, had so much making it <3
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user this mv was so hot omg
user I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BUT I LOVE
user i know a certain someone is FUMING
luisinhaoliveira99 on repeat already!!
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user im convinced luisa reached out after she saw all the comparisons with her and y/n and they became besties
user wait that makes so much sense
user f1 twitter is going insane rn
user Y/N NATION KEEPS WINNING
pietra.pilao AHH youre so talented bby
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charles_leclerc had the best time on set with youâ€ïž
yourusername â€ïž
user i ship it........
user i want them both
user ofc now shes going for another driverđ
user oh you guys are OBSESSED with her, get a job
user y/n still has them mad LOL
user l**** would never agree to anything like this
user im literally never getting over this, ive watched it 5 times in a row already
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user if this is a charles sneak diss i will cry
user we got carlando content....but at what price
user oh he definitely got blocked by y/nđ
user dw we're on your side lando
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user just take the L and move on bro
user the way 2 songs got everyone to switch up on lando HAHA
user not just that but his shady posts too
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How would the boys react to you wearing their boxers and shirts??
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hi nonnie!! i was just thinking abt you earlier hehe
BELIEVE ME when i say that this thought is my roman empire.. txt has my size kink going ABSOLUTELY CRAZY as a 5â2 / 157cm gorl myself. i canât even imagine them standing around me. like soobin is basically an entire foot taller than međ§đ»ââïžgood gracious just toss me around and manhandle me already
ANYWAY
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yeonjun would get such an ego boost from it.. his pretty little girl walking around in HIS shirt, coming out after a shower wearing HIS boxers.. like yeah, thatâs right, sheâs all mine <3 loves to tease you abt it by giving little tugs to the fabric, grinning at your little protests and harmless smacks to his arm. he just canât help it.. guiding you in a kiss to the bedroom, fucking you from behind with the shirt still on, bunched up in his hand so he can see your pretty ass as he uses his grip on the fabric to pull you back and forth on his cock đ âyou just love showing me off, hm?â
soobin would go absolutely crazy. a blushing mess the first time you stay over and come out wearing his clothes. his eyes would roam all over you, the way your little body drowns in his shirt instantly sparking something primal inside him as his bulge hardens in his sweatpants â heâs embarrassed at how easily youâve got him turned on, but ig not embarrassed enough as he pulls you towards him by the waist from where heâs sitting on the bed - eyes and hands exploring you as he whispers âwanna keep it on for me, baby?â and proceeds to have you ride him with his hands gripping all up under your (his) shirt <3
beomgyu teases you for how silly you look at first (definitely makes an oompa loompa joke or two) but secretly his heart is pounding at the sight of his clothes on you. lounging on the couch together with your legs laid over his lap.. his boxers are obviously big on you, so itâs not his fault that he can see a peek of your panties past the leg hole every time you shift around. you catch him shamelessly staring when you notice how heâd stopped tracing his fingers mindlessly on your leg. eyes laser-focused on your lower half, he doesnât even try to hide it.. gets you on his lap, the shirt gone so he can suck hickies across your tits as he has you ride his thigh with the boxers still on đ€ âcanât stop until you cum in them, babyâ
taehyunâs expression almost has you apologizing for changing into his clothes without asking, from the way heâs staring wordlessly with a completely level expression. is he mad at me?? does he not want me touching his stuff?? youâre already apologizing and heading back to his room to change again when suddenly a tug on your wrist has you turning into his chest and heâs lifting you up into his arms before you can blink, carrying you to his room.. âyou wanna be a tease, today, hm?â as he rubs your pussy relentlessly through the boxers, only letting you cum that way before ripping them off of you along with the shirt to make you cum again on his cock. maybe even stuffs the boxers in your mouth as a gag đ«Ł
kai wouldnât know what hit him. he was only trying to give you more comfy clothes that would be better for gaming in, but he didnât realize how badly heâd immediately want to take them off of you. heâs stuttering a bit as you ask him whatâs wrong, did he change his mind? does he want them back? shaking his head profusely as your game night is quickly forgotten when heâs telling you breathlessly that âi just need to taste you, baby.â a whole new kink is unlocked for him that night as he has you ride his face for ages, his shirt hiked up your chest so your pretty tits are on full display for him, your cute moans and gasps just spurring him on even further~
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u suck !! (m) (3tan special) | myg
3tanoween special: u suck !!
pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)Â
series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball |Â stay |Â sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongiâs interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted
rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brotherâs best friend au, implied age gap au
summary: jiminâs cul-de-sac is filled to the brim with autumn leaves, trick-or-treaters, and halloween spirits. but the scariest part of the night? yoongi himself. and the way he looks downright sinful in his costume.
note: BOO!! :))) happy halloween and i love you all so so much. if you haven't read three tangerines or the rest of the series yet, i highly recommend diving into that first! this would make a whole lot more sense lol
note 2: this is gonna be heavily unedited bc i literally started it on tuesđ„č and consider this a pocket universe/side story for now until i mention anything otherwise :))
warnings: [explicit warnings under the cut] language, house party, alcohol/drug mentions, vampires are present but thereâs a different type of sucking going on HEYO!!, tight spaces, yoongiiiiiiđ„șđ„șđ„ș, one (1) uncomfy hug, jimin is a warning, yoongi is a bigger warning, kissing is a staple warning atp, yoongi in black leather and chains ahahahahah, tension, angst bc itâs međ€Ș, you have to be quiet :)), but itâs so hard :))), yoongi handsđ„Ž, so many doll mentions, cus this reader is a barbie!!!, this yoongi is out of control and iâm not stopping him đ€·, ermmmmmm yoongiâs voiceđ§ââïžthis is all i can sayđ§ââïž, ...VMIN???
drop date: oct. 28th, 2023, 12:17am estÂ
word count: 11.5kđ«Ł
explicit warnings: choking, head/hair tugging, min yoongi king of consent wbk, fingering, breath play, oral (m rec), ass play, chains lmfaooo, tears, face fucking, back shots, cum swallowing, breast play, protective sex, âŠpublic sexđ«Ł, nasty dirty talk, heâs rude and we love it and he knows that we love itđ©
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âOh, did you get the cookies?âÂ
âYeah, theyâre already in the back,â you huff out as you rush around the car. After getting in and catching your purse strap on your very pink heel, you explain while slipping it free, âAnd donât worry, I made un-iced ones for you.âÂ
Your brother sighs in relief, as if youâve never done that for him before. âThank god.â As he backs out of the driveway, he gives your costume another glance. âThat damn movie. I feel like Iâm gonna see three hundred of yâall tonight.âÂ
âBarbie was great and you know it.âÂ
âWhatever. Arenât you gonna be cold later?âÂ
âI got this.âÂ
Steering the wheel, he sighs, âOkay.. Youâre gonna regret that.âÂ
âYeah, probably.âÂ
Fixing your tee and smoothing out your skirt, you make a mental note that he didnât comment the usual things about your costume this time. Whether itâs because you grilled him about the Dalo incident or not, youâre pleasantly surprised.Â
The only thing he complained about was that couldnât dress how he wanted in peace.Â
âYou still couldâve been Ken, you know,â you think out loud. âAll you had to do was throw fur over that jersey.âÂ
âNah, the coat I got is expensive as fuck.âÂ
âSo is the jersey?â
âI have two of these.â
ââŠI will never understand you.â
The drive to Jiminâs isnât too far, and the streets are already occupied with people in various characters. When you pass by a Ghostface costume with pink heels and a sign that says âThis Barbie has a knife!,â both you and your brother give it an approving laugh.Â
If the atmosphere in the neighborhood was buzzing, itâs Jiminâs cul-de-sac that bursts with the biggest Halloween charm.Â
Every yard around the semi-circle is chock full of decorations, from the ghoulish to the whimsical. Orange and purple lights scale whole houses, trees are covered in ghosts, and inflatable spiders and kittens rest on every surface you can see. Glee spreads throughout the whole setting as trick-or-treaters of all ages stop along the sidewalks, gawking at the views and running up to doors to procure sweets.Â
Itâs magical.Â
But you canât enjoy it at the moment because your brother has to park way down the main street. Which means youâre subjected to his teasing as you make the trek in enormous heels.Â
Ugh.Â
At least heâs carrying everything.Â
âDamn, look at that house,â you point, adjusting your purse and almost teetering over. Â
âThatâs a shit ton of cobwebs.âÂ
âThe lights are so nice, though.âÂ
âUh huh.âÂ
After forever, you finally get to Jiminâs house, going through the open garage and already greeting the yells and hugs upon arrival. Some people are dressed up and some are in their regular clothes, but everyone seems chipper.Â
And itâs even louder inside the house. All of you have to practically yell to hear each other.Â
âHey! You made it!âÂ
Damn, Jimin looks good as a vampire.Â
As your brother says hi, you try super hard to not stare at his silver hair, avoiding his bare chest under that ruffled white shirt entirely. âHey, Chim! Youâre all decked out, holy shit.âÂ
âAh, thank you! We both are. The lady at the Halloween place gave us a discount.â
âFor what?âÂ
âUhh, being cute? What else?âÂ
Adorable. If he went with Taehyung to get costumes, you wonder how extravagant your best friend looks.Â
When you laugh, Jimin stops to look at you with his jaw dropped. âWow, look at you, Barbie!â Turning to your brother, he teases, âYou let this happen?âÂ
âI will throw you against the wall right now, fang boy,â he responds with no hesitation, which pulls a high cackle.
âNo fighting tonight, please,â you drone, smiling while giving the handsome vampire a side hug. âEverything looks so good!âÂ
âYeah? Spent all day decorating.âÂ
âWell, it shows.â Noting how Jimin always has great cologne, you take the trays from your brother while asking, âWhere do you want these?âÂ
âAh, in the kitchen! Here,â he offers, sliding them onto his puffy sleeves. âFollow me. You can see what we have.âÂ
His cloak brushes both your legs as youâre led into the big area, and your eyes feast on the assortment of themed desserts and drinks.Â
Whoa. Thereâs even a bubbling pot of red punch? Jimin really has gone all out this year.Â
Maybe Tae has something to do with this uptick in ambition.Â
âYoongi! You, too?âÂ
Huh? Him, too?Â
âYeah, itâs fucking hot.âÂ
Hot? What could possibly beâ
Oh.Â
Fucking.
Hell.Â
Itâs your fault for assuming it was Tae that Jimin went to the store with. Itâs your fault for not even entertaining the possibility that Yoongi would dress up.Â
And itâs all your fault for not being able to process whatâs happening because even your own brother teases you when you cannot form words.Â
You canât help it. Thereâs literally no way.Â
Because seeing this man up close, decked out head to toe in shiny black leather and hair properly tousled as if he just had wicked sex?Â
How the fuck are you supposed to react!Â
âI think you broke a wire in there somewhere,â Jimin comments through puffs of giggles, finally snapping you out of your inappropriately timed trance. âAh, there she is!âÂ
Recover. Holy shit, you gotta recover.
âI justââ You gesture to the demon with your hands. âI didnât think youâd ever dress up.âÂ
And Yoongi has the audacity to respond with,Â
âWhy?âÂ
âI mean. I thought you were..â Flailing for anything, you blurt, âI dunno, boring?âÂ
Amusement shoots out of both your brother and Jimin, carving a sickly upward curve into Yoongiâs face. When he looks away to poke his cheek, you know somethingâs coming.
But when he glances back and drags his eyes from your feet to your awaiting face, you're completely unprepared when he drawls,Â
âAnd you dressed basic for what?âÂ
Disbelief slams your jaw straight into the ground, your little audience bent back with laughs so loud that some people around your group glance over.Â
Oh, you wanna launch yourself at him so fucking bad. Wipe that stupid, smug taunt off his face.Â
But there are other ways to come out victorious. And you canât exactly do anything with your sibling so close.Â
âAlright. Okay,â you hum, nodding and thinking of a thousand ways to incite revenge in private. âIâll remember that.âÂ
âWonât help you, doll.âÂ
Shit, did he really just call you that out loud?
Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it heâs just saying that in the open because youâre a Barbie. âWhatever, Neo.âÂ
Yoongi quickly smiles in confusion. âNeo? Iâm a vampire!âÂ
âOh, yeah, cus you suck.âÂ
Your brother and Jimin are full on titillated now. While one blows out air, the other plants a hand on Yoongiâs shoulder while creasing over from glee.Â
And you spot your friends arriving, which turns into perfect timing for you to slowly retreat with a middle finger and a lip bite. âBye, suckas!âÂ
Your brother can only shake his head before turning to grab a cup, and you barelyâjust barelyâcatch the fiendish spark in Yoongiâs eyes as he bites his grin right back.Â
You canât believe you got through that whole interaction so smoothly.Â
Because every time youâve caught peeks of Yoongi since then, your bodyâs reaction is downright visceral. Borderline feral.
And it reaches its peak when you get a text from the devil himself. Â
Yoongi [10:02pm]: FuckÂ
Shit, you canât do this.Â
If you start texting now, too? Thereâs no way youâre gonna be able to resist him.Â
But the two drinks in your system are very smooth talkers, and youâre convinced immediately.Â
You [10:02pm]: whatđ„șÂ
âLetâs go!â Yuri yells, dragging you along.Â
âWhereâre we going?âÂ
âGarage. Tableâs about to be open.âÂ
From the backyard, it takes a minute for you all to weave through the people inside to get to the designated card game area. So you donât get to read Yoongiâs text until youâre waiting for a table to clear.Â
Yoongi [10:04pm]: You know exactly whatÂ
You [10:04pm]: đ€Șđ
Yoongi [10:04pm]: I better not find you aloneÂ
Fuck, you want that. Frankly, thereâs literally nothing you want more right now.Â
Itâs been way too long since youâve seen each other, and even more since youâve gotten to do anything that leaves you breathless.Â
So being this deprived and witnessing him in that costume? Yoongiâs the vampire but youâre the one that wants to suck the soul out of him.Â
You [10:07pm]: maybe i want thatÂ
Itâs official. You canât hold back your replies tonight even if you try.Â
Between drinking and a haze of thoughts solely connected to him, you find yourself getting more and more needy.Â
Yoongi [10:07pm]: You donâtÂ
You [10:08pm]: but shyyyÂ
You [10:08pm]: whyyy*Â
This is bad.Â
Why canât he be super annoying insteadâ
Yoongi [10:10pm]: đ€·ââïžÂ
Well.Â
You [10:10pm]: đÂ
Yoongi [10:10pm]: LmaoooÂ
Taehyung chuckles next to you, and you immediately lock your phone while giving him a slight nudge. âShut upâŠâÂ
âI will once you stop sexting.âÂ
âWe are not!âÂ
âUh huh. And Iâm not wearing a suit.âÂ
Scoffing, you give him a once-over, wondering why everyone except for Yoongi decided to forego a goddamn shirt today. âWhat are you supposed to even be?âÂ
âA model.âÂ
Heâs full of shit. âYou just wanted to wear this outfit, huh.âÂ
âYup.âÂ
Small huffs leave you both as you wait just a bit longer, and you let the night air and music lift your spirits until you get another text.Â
Yoongi [10:13pm]: You look great, dollÂ
Why does he have to say all the right things?
You truly donât know how you ended up here. To be able to receive compliments like this from him of all people? Itâs a wonder this whole thing isnât just one big dream.Â
Fueled by the excitement and comfort only October can bring, you lean into this conversation and type a genuine reply.Â
You [10:13pm]: so do you babyÂ
You [10:13pm]: i better not find you alone eitherÂ
Wait.Â
Have you ever been that bold?Â
Seems like tonight is making you a bit scary, too.Â
Yoongi [10:14pm]: đÂ
And rude.Â
You [10:14pm]: đđđ
âGet off your phone, babe! Enjoy the night!âÂ
âSorry, sorry,â you whisper, belatedly dropping your device in your purse and following everyone to scraping chairs and rustling clothes.Â
The air feels even chillier at the table, and youâre thankful for the warm metal seat this time when your bare skin makes contact. Peering out of the garage, you can see that the night is still active as ever with more and more people walking around.Â
Maybe poker and cool autumn weather will quell the heat swirling in your core.Â
Nope.Â
Even your card game canât distract you from what happened. You still have the whole thing running through your mind, replaying Yoongiâs expressions and feeling more and more want build between your legs.Â
Under a skirt that's completely the wrong length for how it feels outside.
But you try your best to focus on having fun with all of them, especially since Dom and Tae keep eyeing each other and smirking at you whenever you try to ask whatâs up.Â
âYou know whatâs up.âÂ
âDom!âÂ
âDonât act like we canât see it.âÂ
Hiding your smile with a cup, you break, âWhat!âÂ
âBabe, you are thinking hard about something,â Dominique points out as she swishes her long white locksâa perfect Storm on your left. As she lays out cards, another comment flies out, âAnd I donât like that smile you got going on.âÂ
âYeah, whatâs that all about!â Yuri joins in, and you pout at her high pigtails while she stares at her hand, chucking her cards in the center.Â
Then Reia folds, too, her pretty nails extending the sleeves of her ninja getup so well. âProbably thinking about her boyfriend.âÂ
âHeâs not myââ
Four pairs of eyes instantly give you a look to just give it up already, and you flounder as they all tease you in various ways.Â
âIs he coming?âÂ
âYeah, are we finally gonna meet him?â
âYeah, babe,â Tae repeats, resting his smug cheek on a palm. âAre we gonna meet him?âÂ
Glaring, you respond to the pair of cards in your hand. âNot yet,â you answer honestly. âCall.âÂ
Itâs you against Taehyung, and Dom flips another card in the center.Â
âHold on,â he stops. Turning to you, he bets, âIf I win, we get a name.âÂ
What?Â
Gawking, you try to send him every single signal in the universe telling him to take that back. The chills you get compound with the dropping temperatures, and you suddenly canât move your fingers.
Even Dom is shocked trying to play fair. âHey, we donât have to force them.âÂ
But Yuri and Reia are already all for it, siding with Tae and getting excited for the face-off.Â
Shit, shit, shit. Your cards are good, but you never fucking know with your opponent. Someone even more mysterious than Min Yoongi.Â
Fuck it. âFine,â you blurt, watching Taeâs eyes fully enlarge in surprise.Â
Oh, shit, did he not expect you to call his bluff?Â
Fuck, what if his hand is better!Â
Sweating while frozen all over, you wait for Dom to flip the final card.Â
Damn, damn, damn. You can just make up a name, right? You can just brush it off with a pseud and call it a night.Â
But you know theyâd be able to tell youâre lying. So you have to win this, you have to winâŠ
That last card may have just saved your ass.
You and Taehyung give each other a look, and you canât tell if he wants to beat you or is sad that he thinks he did. Either way, he looks stricken.
âStraight,â he claims, laying down his cards while Yuri and Reia cheer.Â
And you breathe, checking your hand one more time before regarding him again.Â
With a flourish, you reveal your cards with a boisterous, âFull house, bitches!âÂ
Loud groans mix with Domâs close-call hiss of an exhale, and all the slaps on the table get the attention of everyone in the garage.Â
And outside of it.Â
While youâre raking in everyoneâs chips, you glance over to see Jimin and Yoongi looking in from the sidewalk, some of their friends also wondering what the hell happened.Â
At this, you get so shy that you donât even acknowledge them, instead turning right back to the table and sitting down with your winnings.Â
When Dom gives you a look, she asks, âYou good?âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you stumble, rubbing the cold from your arms. âLetâs keep going.âÂ
After another shuffle and deal of cards, you finally gain the courage to look out into the driveway.Â
Only to see them talking amongst their group again.Â
This is agonizing.Â
Why the fuck did Yoongi have to dress up? Itâs doing things to your insides that you never wouldâve guessed, and watching him be all casual while looking like sin incarnate isnât helping.Â
Maybe itâs the way his hair is still so ruffled, or the way his shoulders stand so broadâwhich never fails to destroy you.
Or maybe itâs the way some people give him the biggest heart eyes and others rope him into pictures, knowing that youâre the one that he just texted.Â
Your next hand is quick to be tossed on the table, which gives you a chance to glance again.Â
Of course, the thought that some people here are probably ones Yoongiâs been with before awakens darker parts of you.Â
Like that girl that just caressed his arm.Â
But they arenât as powerful as before, because youâve been reassured a thousand times over.Â
Heâs not like that anymore.Â
But as heâs pulled in for a picture with some other Barbieâs, youâre promptly reminded that heâs still not outwardly taken, either.Â
Which coaxes another, sadder side of you to come out of hiding, casting a shadow over a fun Halloween night.Â
How much longer can you take being the one in the dark?Â
Screw waiting to find Yoongi alone.
Youâd rather be standing together.Â
Activities bustle about the house while the neighborhood is very much still alive.
Some kids do brave Jiminâs scary yard and, thanks to his foresight, anyone whoâs near the open doorway simply tells them to grab as much candy as they want from huge plastic cauldronsâwhile hiding any drinkware they might be holding.Â
The only reason you know any of this is because you found yourself near his front door with your friends, and two tiny witches walk up to the porch with full buckets.Â
You and Tae are the ones to greet them, with him beaming a hi and you following up with a question, Â
âWhatâs your favorite candy?â
âChocolate!â
âI like gummi bears.â
Ah, that might be a no-go for the second one.
Leaning forward, you rummage through one of the plastic bins. âOoh, I know we have plenty of chocolate, but.. I donât know if we have gummi bears out here. Tae, can you check inside?â
âYeah! One sec.â
As he leaves, you keep searching while Reia asks them another question,
âCan we know what spells you ladies are learning?âÂ
One of them doesnât respond, but the other in a frilly dress fires out an answer,Â
âIâm learning how to turn boys into cats!âÂ
Excellent. Wide-eyed, you wholeheartedly support their decision. âThatâs the best spell to learn. Can I see?âÂ
âYeah!âÂ
Just as timing has it, Taehyung is far gone.Â
But a wonderful replacement shows up in Jimin and Yoongi as they're spotted walking across the yard, and you quickly call them over. It seems theyâre joined at the hip tonight.Â
âWhatâs up!â
âCome here real quick!â
When they oblige, you check with the parents on the sidewalk and see if youâre taking too long.Â
When they give you a thumbs-up, you turn back to the kids, âAlright, letâs see it!â
âOkay!â
Yoongi gives you a look, and you grin. âSheâs learning a new spell.âÂ
As soon as the girl waves her wand, she shouts, âTurn into a cat!âÂ
Straightforward. Succinct. Admirable.
Jimin immediately lets out a gasp and holds paw hands in front of his face, which makes the little witch giggle like hell.Â
But what Yoongi does makes everyone react, and your jaw unhinges while something wildly potent rushes through your stomach.Â
The man puts fingers on his head in the shape of cat earsâsomething you didnât even know he knew how to doâand in the plainest voice, lets out a low,Â
âMeow.âÂ
Oh. God.
Not only does Jimin burst at the seams, but you, your friends, the little girl, and her quiet companion all start laughing.Â
And Yoongiâs wide grin at the child almost brings tears to your eyes.Â
âThatâs not a cat!â she corrects while smiling, and heâs immediately affronted.Â
âYes, huh!âÂ
âNo!âÂ
âLook! I have ears!âÂ
âNo! You sound like a human!âÂ
âYou need to keep practicing that spell then!âÂ
Delighted, the little girls burst into laughter again.Â
Who is this man? You feel like you know more about him than you ever hoped to, and yet⊠Yoongiâs still a mystery.Â
One beautiful, scary, amazing mystery that you will never get tired of discovering piece by piece.Â
When your thoughts dissipate, you notice that heâs now aiming expectant eyes your way, and your heart beats extra extra loud.Â
But quickly, you understand. Raising your arms above your head, you do the same ear-shape with your fingers, beaming when he looks satisfied and feeling full when the little ones try it, too.Â
âWeâre all cats now!â you exclaim, and they shout in agreement before running down the sidewalk to continue their adventure.Â
You have no idea what just happened. Zero clue.Â
But what you do know?Â
Youâre not letting that go. Thereâs no way Yoongiâs escaping that interaction and youâre gonna hang it over his silly old head forever.Â
âI didnât find gummi bears but we have fruit snacksâoh, they left?â
Swiveling, you regard Tae with shock. âWait, you really looked that whole time?â
âAh.. Yeah. Felt bad cus, umm. All the gummies in there are definitely not for kids.â
âOh, itâs okay.â Chuckling, you give the other two boys a grateful look. âI think they left pretty happy anyway.âÂ
Thereâs one other thing you know for sure.Â
Seeing how Yoongi can be with children?Â
Any sanity you had left to give has been absolutely, positively vanquished.
Jiminâs whole cul-de-sac seems to always throw parties that people love to stay at.Â
An hour later, itâs still packed around the semi-circle of houses, and even you are delightfully buzzed and joining in some of the action.Â
But even though the alcohol is helping, you are still freezing.Â
Of course, thereâs no way youâre letting your brother get another told-you-so in his bucket, so you endure the cold as you watch him and Shiv challenge Yoongi and Jungkook in beer pong.Â
To no oneâs surprise, the youngest one has also chosen to not wear anything under his white suit. With clattering teeth, you refuse to believe heâs not shivering under that thing, too.
âYâall took so long to win that one,â your brother shit talks early. âYou ready?âÂ
Kookâs brows pinch as he whines. âI thought he was good at this!âÂ
âI am!âÂ
As Yoongi fires off excuses to an unconvinced Jeon, you and a couple people laugh at their spat. But itâs when he claims that heâs just rusty that your sibling interjects,Â
âOh, bullshit, Yoongâs lying! I do all the work when we duo!âÂ
Ah. There they go. Eyes and mouths adorably creased to hell, âThe fuck you donât!âÂ
âOh, yeah? You donât do shit!âÂ
âMe? What the fuck happened last time!âÂ
Gosh, thereâs a lot of bodies walking through the backyard right now. You have to shift around as they pass your area, and what the fuck did someone brush your ass?Â
You jut your head sideways to see if anyone looks guilty, but the whole crowd just keeps moving.Â
Well. It wasnât a blatant slap or anything. You definitely wouldâve thrown hands if that was the case.Â
Their argument comes back into focus as you shiver.Â
âWhen?â
âAt Hobiâs?â
âOkay, wait, that doesnât count.âÂ
âIt doesâ!âÂ
Your brotherâs unannounced shot drills into the cup right in front of Yoongiâs crotch, and everyone around the table stops on a dime.Â
âCan we play now?â he asks, tilting his head. âIt wonât take long.âÂ
Shiv adjusts the red cap on his head, and itâs hilarious seeing him so serious in a full pokemon trainer costume. Especially when he shrugs at your opponents while they pin him with annoyance.Â
If you werenât freezing, you wouldâve laughed a little more. Your arms are fully caging you in at this point, and itâs hard to even rub your legs together.Â
More people walk through the area, and you have to shuffle backwards again to make room as they pass by.Â
âYou look so good, Barbie!â one of the girls praises, and you compliment her matching aesthetic just as genuinely.
Your brother was right yet again.Â
There are plenty of pink and white outfits walking around.Â
Unfortunately, this combo that you decided on pulls eyes the whole night, all of which you are choosing to ignore.Â
Thereâs only one person you dressed up for today. Everyone else can take a damn hike.Â
Maybe this is why youâve gravitated towards your brother and his friends instead of wandering more. Taehyung and the girls went back to playing cards, but you wanted to watch this game despite going solo.Â
Oh, well. Thereâs a whole group of you watching and youâre getting a little warmth from body heat now.Â
âCourse it wonât take long.â Yoongi rubs a wrist, and you puff out air when he gives Shiv flack. âNot with him on your team.âÂ
âHey!âÂ
The game commences, and everyoneâs missing cups by the slightest mistakes. But one by one, they get set aside as shots finally start falling for Shiv and your brother, and pretty soon theyâre down to the last one while Yoongi and Jungkook have a bunch.Â
Frankly, you donât exactly remember how it all went down. Because all you can think about is how attractive Yoongi looks when he competes.
And watching him dip soaking fingers in water cups isnât helping your mental in the slightest.
Fucking hell, you didnât think this through. The price of finally getting to be around him? You canât do much else except watch. Â
And your self-control has never been tested so egregiously in your life.Â
âAny last words?â your brother asks, his partner rolling an airy ball in his fingers.Â
And Yoongi takes a deliberate sip of his liquor before responding with a drone, âYeah, hurry up.âÂ
Smiling, you feel pity for the vampire. Because heâs about to lose whether Shiv makes this or notâwhich he in fact sinks with no issue.Â
Your brother only shrugs as people yell around the table, and you taunt Yoongi with your eyes as he turns to poke his cheek, fishing out the shot with long fingers.Â
Still a goddamn menace.Â
âI thought you were good at basketball,â Jungkook complains in a huff, roping his attention.Â
âI am.âÂ
âSo do something!âÂ
âAm I holding a basketball?âÂ
Jeon groans, but Yoongi quickly eyes Shiv with all the confidence in the world as he switches his attitude with a resigned,Â
âFine.âÂ
And he makes a quick dagger shot, too.Â
All of you react as mister basketball holds lazy arms out, and your sibling calms the crowd down with swipes. âFluke! Nah, hey, that was a fluke!âÂ
âDonât listen to him.âÂ
âOkay then, do it again, bitch.â Immediately, your brother hits a fast one into the same last cup, and people erupt again while Yoongi and Jungkook regard the solo with dread.Â
Your laugh seems to reach both their ears, because they both look at you with different faces,Â
âWhose side are you on!âÂ
âYou got something to say?âÂ
âIâm not on anyoneâs side,â you clarify with a smile. âYou all suck.âÂ
While Yoongi cocks a brow, your sibling calls you out with a knowing laugh, âYou wanna shoot for them?âÂ
âNo, Iâll make it.âÂ
He chortles again, and you get the strangest look from his best friendâsomeone that doesnât know youâve had plenty of experience doing this with your brother when you were both bored at home.Â
Is that pride? Curiosity? An intriguing mix of both?Â
Whatever it is, you feel wings flutter about your stomach and fight to keep your emotions internalized.
âJust lose already,â your sibling taunts. âThen we can do that thing Jiminâs talking so much shit about.âÂ
âThe haunted house?âÂ
âYeah, that.âÂ
After both guys fail to make a comeback, you watch your brother and Shiv gloat as much as they possibly can.Â
And youâre about to move forward when another group of people blocks your way, damn near tripping as you step back.Â
While youâre waiting, a guy spots you and throws his arms up in recognition. âHey! Whatâs up, howâve you been!âÂ
Huh.Â
Who is this man? Are you supposed to know him?Â
âHi!â you call back, deciding to stay polite more than anything else.Â
Truly, you kinda feel bad because you have no idea who this is oh heâs going in for a hug. Okay. Strange but thatâs whatever okay whoa itâs a full hug. Ah, heâs really squeezing you. Alright. Interesting.Â
As he lets go, you try to make small talk and ask how heâs doing. Because you feel terrible for not⊠remembering him...
Heâs already walking away.Â
And you feel the most uncomfortable youâve felt in months.Â
Umm.
What the fuck was that? Did he know you or not?Â
âŠDid he just want a hug to feel your tits?
Motherfucker.
Your eyes find Yoongi as soon as you feel an ick, now exceedingly cold both inside and out. All this time, youâve avoided all the stares and only smiled while politely leaving others behind.Â
So to feel that disrespected just because you were considerate makes you want to hurl. Â
But when Yoongi moves to strip off his coat, you freeze for another reason.Â
Because heâs watching that dude leave.Â
Looking pissed.Â
Something deep inside of you rumbles to life, and you canât explain what it feels like wait whatâs he doing now? Whyâs he walking right towards you why is heâ
Heâs notâ
What is he doing?
Heâs not gonnaânot inânot in front of everyone, right? Not in front of your brother, right?Â
Right?
âŠThis is bold as fuck.Â
Your denial is so substantial that you donât even move when he gets close, handing you incredibly warm material and looking murderous in a black tee and pants.Â
âHere,â he offers, voice hardened gravel. âPut it on, doll.âÂ
Damn. No subtlety this time?
You donât even wanna know what your brother could possibly look like right now. All you feel are several eyes watching your every move, including some that arenât particularly friendly.Â
But you whisper out a quiet thank you before he shakes his head.Â
âI shouldâve done this sooner.â
âYou didnât know.âÂ
âDoesnât matter.â
When you take one look at his expression, you drop any other sentences you were gonna say.Â
Yoongi is actually furious. Â
Your stomach churns up a flurry of emotions as he turns, nodding to your brother thatâs looking over with Shiv.Â
Ah, fuck. Did all of them see that, too?Â
They donât need to do anything drastic. Youâre fine if just.. feeling a little violated.Â
Okay maybe youâd look the other way if they avenged you. Â
âYâall good over there?â
âYeah.âÂ
Oh. Your brother didnât see a thing.Â
Thatâs probably best for everyone involved.Â
âLetâs go then!â he yells, finishing his drink while Shiv puts all the cups back in place.
And Yoongi stays next to you, not caring if people give him looks. âCome on,â he mutters. âJust stay with us.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
No other words are spoken as you walk out the backyard.Â
But when Jimin pops up with Taehyung and your friends, Yoongi pulls him aside while you ask how the poker games went.Â
The usual comments spring up immediately. Yuri complains about Taehyung being too good, and Dom and Reia quickly tell her she needs to work on her face.Â
Laughing the edge off, you see your brother checking his phone.Â
And just like the shadowed expression Jimin now has on his face, the hand your sibling smoothes over his head doesnât seem like a good sign.
The haunted house was amazing, and it was a wonder you got through it in your shoes.Â
But you need a break after all that screaming. And you already spent a lot of time saying goodbye to your friends before they left.Â
So instead of joining Taehyung and his group in conversation, you keep to your own thoughts, sipping on punch while watching balloons cross kitchen tiles.Â
Ironically, you need anything to get through the loneliness.Â
Even more people latched onto Yoongi earlier. Which you shouldâve seen coming after his whole ensemble was revealed.Â
But he had to keep them entertained because he isnât taken. Not officially; not to them. There couldnât be hints of him being cuffed, especially when your brother could see him at any moment.Â
Did you feel jealous? Upset?Â
To your pleasant surprise, not really.Â
Because unlike New Years, thereâs been more history between the both of you that can never be repeated anywhere else. Ties that have woven between your bones and connections that you have no plans to sever.Â
You cherish them. And youâd like to think that he does, too.Â
All the flirting just sucked to see up close, though.Â
A sudden tap on your shoulder makes you jump.Â
âFuck, sorry. You okay?â
As you see your brother and not another stranger, relief floods your system. And you hate how jumpy you are.Â
So you lie a bit. âYeah, why?âÂ
Hmm. He looks⊠out of sorts. Youâre halfway into questioning the bend in his brows when he quickly asks,Â
âYou good to go home with your friends?âÂ
Wait, huh? Thatâs new. âOh. They left but Taeâs here. You okay?âÂ
âSomething came up at work so Iâm heading back.âÂ
âThe fuck? On Halloween?âÂ
He shakes his head before running a hand over his chin. âYeah, I dunno. But if you donât wanna leave just have him bring you back.âÂ
Damn. Heâs not even concerned about you staying? What the hell is going on?Â
And thinking about things⊠do you wanna stay anyway?
Looking out into the house, you do a quick sweep before deciding that youâre gonna tough this night out. Taehyungâs still here, and you can hang with his circle.Â
Youâre staying. Wishing for the best, you let him go. âK. Hope itâs all good.âÂ
âNah, itâs fine. I just have to clean up someon's mess.â Your sibling squeezes your shoulder in a final goodbye before stepping away. Pointing to the ground, he warns, âNo one better try shit with you.âÂ
âGo,â you usher with finality. âText me when youâre home.âÂ
âK.â Â
He heads out, and youâre left with your cup that you forgot you even had.Â
Staring into it, you somewhat wish you heard a familiar laugh in your ears. Throwing yourself back to that New Years night when Yoongi hung back in the kitchen just to talk.Â
Maybe heâs still preoccupied. Even after you gave him back his coat, ignoring his look of confusion.
After another half hour of feeling alone, with no vampire man in sight, you admit you're a little defeated.Â
Maybe you should have left, too.Â
Your purse buzzes, and you slowly fish out your phone while not looking at anything in particular.
But when you focus on your screen, your heart squeezes in double time.Â
Yoongi [12:43am]: Where are you?
Feeling a mix of emotionsârelief, confusion, anything in betweenâyou text back.Â
You [12:43am]: kitchen. but i was about to leave..
Yoongi [12:44am]: Donât
Yoongi [12:44am]: Gimme a secÂ
This is it.Â
This is why you stayed.Â
Because one thing Yoongi has always proven to you is that he will make time. Whether it takes him a day, three months, or two hours.Â
Yoongi [12:50am]: Come up, doll
And you will wait forever.Â
However long it takes.
You [12:51am]: ok
Itâs a short trip up the stairs from near the kitchen, and you wonder whatâs gonna greet you when you get to the second level.
Are people up there? Is he just telling you to come so he could be near you? Or is this a clandestine meeting where he steals you from the night like the fiend heâs dressed as?Â
All of these thoughts wander about your head like specters.Â
But as soon as you reach the top, all you see is Yoongi, glancing up from his phone before stowing it in a coat pocket.Â
So unfair.
In the obnoxiously red and orange lighting, he looks even more devastating, standing like heâs been haunting your dreams for years.Â
And you hate how small your voice is when you greet him with a measly, âHi..âÂ
Very much unlike yours, Yoongiâs energy is loud. Powerful. He takes his time, consuming you with his gaze and making you feel so, so shy in heels that are somehow still on.Â
âCome here.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
He hesitates.Â
And with a heavy heart, you wonder if he has the same question.Â
But he walks toward you instead, and you feel vulnerable. Nervous.Â
Whatâs he doing? What are either of you doing?
Thereâs a lot of people here still, and itâs not like they donât know you. And they clearly know Yoongi quite fucking well.
God. You hate this uncertain, murky feeling. Because it could be solved so simply, so quickly.Â
But nothing in life is ever quite that easy for you, nor for him. So the paranoia lingers and lingers.Â
However.Â
When this man leads you away from the stairs, your fear spins into thrill, your nervousness taking on a new meaning.Â
âYoongiâŠ?âÂ
With a shuffle of leather, youâre positioned right in a corner, breath catching because holy shit anyone could come up at any moment.Â
Why is Yoongi not nearly as concerned as you feel? Is he not jittery with nerves?Â
Judging by his lowered lids and unbothered line of lips, no, he is not.Â
As he looks around, warmth from his coat slowly swallows you on both sides. His hair cascades forward; his breath can be heard in the space between.
And you really do feel like he steals you awayâfrom the night, the party, the world.
âNow what,â you whisper in pure nervousness. âGonna bite me? Drink me? Suck me⊠DryâŠâ
His lips ghost along your neck, and you grant him all the access you have when he murmurs,Â
âIs that what you want?â
Your check for understanding is a sigh, âWantâŠhmm?â
âMe to suck you dry.â
You know what he means. And youâre already fighting for air as your exhale shakes. âYes,â you admit. âLemme do it, too.âÂ
His dark hum rumbles your core. âUh uh,â he rejects, one arm separating you from the rest of the room. âOnly good girls can do that.â
Thatâs unfair. Fuck, that is really unfair.
You pant before gripping his coat in your fingers. âIâll be good.âÂ
âYouâll be what?â he asks, licking a small stripe along your throat and making you flinch.Â
âFuck.â Your breath is harsh now. Very, very harsh. âA good girl.â
âGood.âÂ
You feel the slightest nick of teeth as he lunges into your neck, and you have to clamp your lips shut to keep from mewling out loud.Â
Holy fuck, youâre already so wet.
Thereâs no way Yoongi can suck you dry at this point. Certainly not with the limited amount of time you have.
And the motherfucker knows it, his laugh pulsating down your spine. âSo sensitive.â
âYoongiââ
Again, he attacks, sucking hard once before running his tongue along the sting.Â
Thoroughly overwhelmed, you dissolve into mush. Your legs buckle under the pleasure, sparks of desire firing along your limbs as your ankles work double to keep you upright. âBaby...â
âYou taste so fucking good.âÂ
More. You need more and you need it now. âI wannaââ
Without warning, his lips finally find yours, arms fully encasing you in leather as he slams both hands on the wall.Â
âYooââ
And your heart leaps into the kiss while your fingers zip right to his face, tugging him in until your noses smush.Â
For someone with a million concerns before, youâre devouring him without any shits given and itâs magnetic. Electric. Magic. Sparks zip down your skin, pebbling your nipples and sending your toes in curls.Â
Hints of whisky and smoke pepper your tongue, and you know your breath proved similar if just a bit more reserved.
But you can tell somethingâs off.
Heâs holding back.
Why? Why are his hands still firmly on the wall? Why is he keeping his distance even though youâre standing right here?
If youâve been fiending to touch him the whole night, he had to be feeling the same way.
So whatâs with the sudden hesitation?
Your body thrums with need, yearning for those large palms to roam and venture across every inch. Aching for him to erase that stupid hug from earlier in a way only he can.Â
âBaby,â you whisper. âPlease.âÂ
âPlease what.âÂ
âI need you.âÂ
âIâm right here.âÂ
âNo, Iââyou grip one of his wristsââPlease touch me.âÂ
âIn here?â He pauses, pinning you with concern. âYou sure?âÂ
Swallowing, you take in the music and conversations downstairs, hearing laughs and other exclamations.Â
Were they always that loud?
âIâm doing this for your own good, doll.âÂ
Heart stuttering hard, you question, âWhy?âÂ
Yoongi only lets out a huff. âCusâŠâ Leaned in fully, his hot breath fans your face, all of his dark syllables drenching you in hellfire,Â
âIf I touch you, Iâm not gonna stop.âÂ
âFuck,â you rush out, breathing so hard your chest billows out. âI want that.â
âYou donât.â
Fuck yes, you do. You arenât letting another chance pass by. Youâre feasting on him whether itâs for two seconds or one thousand, and heâs gonna do the same to you.Â
Because as much as heâs holding back, you can tell he wants nothing but to tear you apart. A monster in the red lights strung around the game room.
And youâll let him.
Consequences be damned.Â
âI do,â you finally admit with a whoosh. âI donât give a shit right now, Yoongi, just do itââ
Any other words are snatched from your mouth as youâre pinned against the wall, your reward in the form of rough skin and thick leather sliding all along your sides.Â
Immediately, the coil in your belly rumbles to life, tightening click by thrilling click as you tug him in even closer.
Between kisses, you grit out how stupidly attractive he looks, and his chuckles are so dark that you feel them shake your core.
âThought I was boring.â
Another groan into his mouth. âYou know I didnât mean that.â
âSay sorry then.â
Itâs your turn to giggle, âAnd if I donât?â
Fingers ghost along your throat before they squeeze in warning. âTry it.â
Attempting a whine, you press your shoulders back into the wall, fingers still clinging to his dark shirt. âI kinda⊠I kinda want to.âÂ
âI know you do.â He shoves one of your legs away with a strong thigh, pushing his weight forward and accusing, âWanna be a brat so bad, huh.â
Desire is doing wonders for your confidence. Youâre not gone, but youâre influenced enough to let your thoughts flow.Â
All you needed was the last hit of this manâs magnetism. âWanna be a lot of things for you..âÂ
Amusement rumbles out like thunder. âLike what.â
Giggling, you admit, âI didnât dress like this for nothing.â
âI know.â He kisses you in a way that has you swooning. âI could get used to this.âÂ
âThis wouldnât get old?âÂ
âFuck no.â His hands move straight to your ass. âNot if itâs you.â
Confused, you pout in a whine. âYou said it was basic.â
âIt is.â He goes right for your neck for another feast. âAnd itâs fuckinâ hot.âÂ
He then nips your skin in earnest, tugging his name out of your throat and causing you to claw into his hair.
âThat guy just wanted to feel me,â you suddenly sigh, hating how youâre still thinking about it even now.Â
âI know.â Yoongi stops before watching your eyes. With a finger on your chin, he checks, âYou okay?â
âJust make me forget it.â
He keeps his gaze on you for a moment more, forehead pressing against yours before he vows, âYou will. He wonât.âÂ
And your lips are fully captured before you can respond.Â
You missed this. You missed this so fucking bad and youâre pretty sure youâre saying everything out loud but you donât mind. Yoongi deserves to hear it and you are gonna live this out to the fullest.
If he doesnât hear you, he certainly feels you. In the way you rake at his hair, tug at his chest, sling your arms around his beautiful neck.
But your frantic actions are stopped when he growls,
âFuck, you shouldnâtâve come up here.âÂ
âWait, whyââ
âCus now IâmâFuck it, come on.â
Before your mind catches up, your body is being rushed into the nearest door: a guest room thatâs surprisingly not occupied.Â
âYoongi, whatââÂ
He holds a finger on his lips before peeking through the door, and he shuts it with a click when he seems convinced.Â
And youâre even more alone with the demon of your dreamsânow shrouded in bright white from the string lights in this space.
You have no choice but to submit to his hands, stomach flipping as he seizes your lips with newfound energy. When you respond in kind, he backs you up until your legs hit the guest bed, setting off another alarm in your fizzing brain.
âBaby, you sure?â
âI wonât do much.â Yoongi lowers you down, steadying himself on an elbow. âDo you trust me?âÂ
âYes.â His gaze is steady on yours. âNervous, though.âÂ
Because itâs true. Even if your brother isnât in the house, thereâs a high possibility one of his friends walks through that door. One of Yoongiâs friends, even.Â
âWe donât have to, doll.âÂ
And if youâre honestâŠÂ
The thrill of it is enticing.
âWe can.âÂ
âI got us,â he assures with a kiss, now grinning like mad. âLemme live this out just once.âÂ
A bit shy, you bite your lip to combat your nerves. And the million butterflies raging in your ribcage. âAnd what would that be.âÂ
âNot telling.âÂ
Of course. âYou suck.âÂ
Puffs of mirth leave his mouth before he consumes you, and you feel unbelievably scandalous and loving every second.Â
Because you saw Yoongi leave the door unlocked. Thereâs no recovering if someone opens it without you both hearing them, because the closet is opposite from the bed. You will absolutely not get there in time.Â
Be it the holiday itself, or the fact that Yoongiâs positively enjoying himself, you feel more enthralled by the danger than youâve ever been.Â
And the fluttering in your chest triples when he lifts your tee. âBabyâ!â
âChill, love,â he laughs, a glint in his eye as he kisses your bra. âNever done this before?âÂ
âNo, butâfuck.âÂ
Your soft moan stems from him slipping your bra down, licking at your chest and groaning at your scent.Â
âGod, youâre so perfect.âÂ
Fervently disagreeing, you reply so lightly, âNot at all.âÂ
âYou are.â Another kiss to your lips before he moves down to your throat, squeezing one of your breasts with purpose. His weight feels heavenly on your torso, which you label the most ironic given how sinful he looks. âCouldnât fucking wait to get you alone.âÂ
Fucking hell, do you feel the same. Truthfully, you didnât think youâd even get the chance. As you arch into his chest, your bare skin heats under his mountain of dark clothes. âWanted to be with you all nightâŠâÂ
âSame.â The next kiss proves deep, and he slides a hand under your head to claim as much of you as he can. His lips leave yours with a pop before he grips you with conviction. âFuck, you shouldâve been.âÂ
Oh.Â
You know why heâs holding you so hard.Â
And it touches the deepest, softest parts of your soul.Â
Gently holding his taut wrist, you whisper, âItâs okay, baby.âÂ
His eyes stay closed, blocking you from hearing anything that he could be thinking.Â
But itâs your turn to lift his chin with a finger, and you reassure him with everything you have,Â
âNothing happened. Donât worry, okay?âÂ
Yoongi still doesnât answer, which makes you sad. One dude shouldnât ruin both of your moods hours after the fact. He can eat shit and Yoongi deserves to be the one enjoying a perfect night.Â
So you vow to make that reality.Â
âBesides,â you continue, waiting until he finally looks at you. When he does, you slyly smooth both hands over your breasts, pushing them together right in front of his face. âThese are yours, right?â
Like a switch abruptly flipped, Yoongiâs whole demeanor changes on a dime.Â
Hungry eyes rake over your chest before he plants a kiss on your fingers before anything else. âWhat else is mine.âÂ
Your cunt quakes at the question, making you drag one of his hands down to the side of your ass. âThis,â you whisper, biting back glee as he grabs right at it.Â
His mouth hovers over yours now, voice so low it sounds more like distant thunder, âWhat else, doll.âÂ
And whatever made you so bold washes away in an instant. Because you know what you wanna say but itâs the hardest one to let fly.Â
Of course, Yoongi knows this. Itâs the only reason heâs being so cheeky about it now. âThat it?â he asks with a lilt. âYou sure?âÂ
Gnawing your lip, you shake your head, garnering more and more courage to tell him one last answer.Â
âDonât be shy,â he orders through a wicked grin. âTell me.âÂ
Just say it. All you have to do is whip it out of your mouth and you can get on with itâ
A bunch of voices start getting louder and louder from outside the door, and Yoongi reacts before you can process what to do.Â
Tee shoved back on and skirt rumpled to hell, youâre quickly rushed to the closet, thankful that Jiminâs house is fucking enormous and gives every bedroom double-doored enclosures for clothes.Â
Conversation gets even closer. Someone is definitely coming in holy shit shit shit.Â
Adrenaline courses through your veins as you settle on a sidewall, and the fact that thereâs enough room for you to stand sideways is enough to distract your harrowing thoughts.Â
But Yoongi shuts the doors with practiced ease, dousing the space in darkness with only small strips of light to illuminate.Â
So fucking unfair.Â
Just him peeking through the crack in the doors makes you suffer, chains dangling from his chest and the mischievous glint in his eyes giving you pain.Â
Why does his side profile have to be so perfect? Why is this bad boy adjacent version of him enough to send you into orbit?Â
Suddenly, two voices burst into the room.Â
And you recognize both of them.Â
ââlike you said, right?âÂ
âI know, butâŠâÂ
Itâs Tae.Â
And Jimin.Â
âThen hey,â you hear your friend say with hope. âItâs okay.âÂ
The coincidence of those words in that room does not get past you.Â
âYou really think so?âÂ
Thereâs a bit of silence before Taehyung responds, but you suddenly get distracted by someone much, much closer.Â
Because Yoongiâs slowly roaming a finger along the hem of your skirt, hooking it in and slowly tugging you forward what the fuck!
When your wide eyes meet his, you can tell heâs thoroughly enjoying this. And you have to clamp your mouth shut when he casually starts feeling over your shirt. Â
What the fuck is he doing!Â
This man is going to be the end of you.Â
âSo yes. Letâs go back down, yeah?âÂ
âOkay⊠Just give me a moment.âÂ
Delirium. Youâre approaching delirium as Yoongi now watches you suffer, and you buckle when he travels under your teeâup, and up, and impishly ducking his thumb under your bra.Â
And you almost canât deal with the feeling.Â
Because your senses are upped to the highest setting, body on full alert and having to keep quiet when at his mercy.Â
You feel legitimately wild, mad, drunk off Yoongiâs presence alone. There are literally people on the other side of thin wood and heâs driving you up every closet wall in the house.Â
Out of your mind, you aim for his neck when you launch your own silent ambush.Â
And itâs his turn to suffer when you grab at his chains, because you tug him enough to get access to his neck as soon as you hear your friend again.Â
âEven this room looks nice and it's unused. Seriously, you did a good job.âÂ
âMost of it was your idea.âÂ
âMe? I only suggested it because I knew you could do it.âÂ
Yoongiâs breath puffs over your shoulder, and he buries his head in your tee while you lick and suck him with a vengeance. His hands grapple your hips, taking no time in circling back over your ass.Â
âThanks. Okay, Iâm ready.âÂ
âFinally. It was getting boring in here.âÂ
A laugh tinkers out before Jimin hums in confusion.Â
âWeird. Thought I told people to not touch this bed.âÂ
âYou just sat on it.âÂ
âI didnât sit on that side.âÂ
Taehyung responds right as you grope Yoongiâs crotch, and his body locks so hard you flinch at his grip. Â
âItâs probably nothing. The bedâs still made.âÂ
âYeah, youâre right.âÂ
Mercifully, the guest door opens again before shutting, and youâre left in the weighty silence and faint bass of music coming from downstairs.Â
Adrenaline still at its peak.Â
âYouâre gonna pay for that.âÂ
âSays you,â you pant, mewling when his lips latch onto your neck for the umpteenth time. âWhat do we do now?âÂ
After another suck, Yoongi lifts his head. âWith what?âÂ
âThis,â you clarify, gesturing to the closet space. âWe have to leave, right?âÂ
âDo you want to?âÂ
You pause.Â
If you leave now, you can sneak out of the room and no one will ever know you spent seven minutes in heaven with Min Yoongi.Â
But if you stayâŠÂ
âNot really,â you whisper in admittance. âYou?â
âFuck no.âÂ
Your giggles end up in his mouth when he claims you, and you grab at his chains in earnest, tugging him closer before raking impatient fingers through his ruffled locks.Â
And youâre already fine with this situation. Making out with this man in a closet? Who wouldâve thought you would have this opportunity in the history of ever?Â
So when you feel wandering fingers between your legs, your reaction comes out a high mewl. âWaitâWhat are youââ
âCareful, doll,â Yoongi quells. âGotta keep that mouth shut, yeah?âÂ
You nod before realizing he probably canât see, so you whisper an affirmative before slamming your lips shut.Â
Because one touch of his fingers on your covered slit has you already losing it.Â
A manicured hand slaps over your mouth as you widen your legs, gripping his coat with the other as he surrounds you mentally and physically. All you can think about is the way heâs calmly shifting your panties, expertly sliding over your cunt and chuckling right in your ear.Â
âYouâve been this wet this whole time?âÂ
Gasping, you hum out a yes, and Yoongi laughs the scariest you've ever heard him,
âNah, weâre fucking in here.âÂ
Holy fuck, what?Â
âBaby,â you plead in his ear, wanting him in every way possible but knowing you donât have a condom. âWe canât.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âWe donât haveââ
âYeah, we do.â When he senses your confusion, he peeks out the closet door before... leaving.Â
What the fuck! What is he doing why is he going for a casual stroll with a boner right now?Â
Oh, heâs back already. But youâre still holding your heart with a goddamn fist.Â
When Yoongi holds one up, he laughs. âI actually didnât know if he had some up here, by the way.âÂ
âSure you didnât.âÂ
He smirks before pocketing the package, grabbing your face and kissing all the lingering fright from your features. His tongue slides all along yours before he sucks, and his teeth drag over your plush when he lets go. âYou down?âÂ
Drunk off his continuously great make-out sessions, you slur out, âHmm?âÂ
âWe donât have to.âÂ
Your smile is automatic. Knowing Yoongiâs still asking even though he was dead set on it makes giving him the go-ahead even easier.Â
But you both hear another smatter of activity in the game room outside. And it seems like people are starting to use the pool table.Â
Fuck.Â
Do you really go for it?Â
Youâre gonna have to be silent as the grave if you do, because this will be the most sordid position you can be found in.Â
âŠFuck it. Screw it. Itâs Halloween and youâre dancing with the devil.Â
âYes we do,â you scoff. âBut if you break my heels weâre gonna fight.âÂ
His quiet bout of laughs makes you melt, and his fingers feel positively intoxicating when they find your cunt again.Â
Your shoulders hit the wall with a soft bump as you arch, back to sewing your mouth closed and smushing your head in his clothes. His name slips out on your breaths, and his growls make you quiver with more and more impatience,Â
âSo fucking wet.âÂ
Fuck.Â
âGonna take this dick so well.âÂ
Nope. You canât wait anymore. You donât care who the fuck is out there, youâre folding and folding fast.Â
âPlease, baby,â you pant. âI need you. Now.âÂ
Yoongi obliges immediately, spinning you around and pinning your front against the wall.Â
Well, you think heâs on the same page.Â
Until he clamps a hand over your mouth before fingering you from behind holy fuck you might come any moment now.Â
Your hands slide into fists on the wall as you moan in his fingers, shoving your ass back to glean as much delicious friction as you can.Â
âThere you go,â Yoongi praises. âJust like that.âÂ
Youâre gonna come. Youâre already gonna come and heâs hitting every fucking spot to speed up the process. Itâs almost unbelievable how quickly he can launch you off the edge, but you suspect this time has something to do with the thrill of your whole situation.Â
You feel bad.Â
And it feels fantastic.Â
âBabe,â you whisper, turning your head. âIâm already close.âÂ
When you clasp a hand around his wrist, he finally finally finally grants you into heavenâs gates. You feel him let up, and you wait with tiny shakes as he rips the condom pack open with ease. The clink of his belt tickles your ears just right, and you quickly think about other dark things.Â
After a moment and more clothes shuffling, you feel his hands slide along your hiked up skirt before gripping your ass, never failing to worship your body and making you feel fucking pretty.Â
When he leans forward, his warm shirt and chilly chains on your bare skin alone push you even further. âHands over that mouth, doll,â he rasps in your ear. âCanât be loud for me this time.âÂ
âMmhmm.â
âGood girl.âÂ
As soon as you do what youâre told, you regret not pressing down harder.Â
Because Yoongi plunges into you so smoothly that your moan almost flows right out of your fingers.Â
Holy shit you really were that wet. But he's still so big. So, so big, and filling you too well fuck are you being too loud because it feels so fuckingâ
âThought you were just gonna dip without saying bye?â
Oh, fuck.
Yoongi did not wait until he was inside of you to say that.
âThink youâd just show up looking cute and talk some shit, huh.â
Damn it. He did. Fuck, fuck, fuck, heâs a demon and you have nowhere to run now.Â
Delightfully frightened, you shake your head in denial. Repeatedly and full of terror.
âShow me up then.â
He stops all his movements, and youâre left to your own devices. Stranded on his dick with only the wall and your heels to support you.
Oh, heâs a killer.Â
And heâs all yours.
Thrusting back, you start slow, groaning into your hand at how large he is. Itâs a wonder you can even move, and your jaw unhinges when you feel his dick hit a certain spot just right.
Again, and again, you fuck him as deep as you can take, slamming your ass into his pelvis and finding pride in the divots heâs sinking into your cheeks.
Yoongiâs still unhelpful, but you can tell heâs breaking. His grip is getting harder, his minuscule groans lower and more forced. Even the tiniest curse makes you preen, and you throw a look over your shoulder to hear him better.
Which is the worst best thing to do.Â
âFuck, doll.â
With quickness, he rams himself into you, a sweaty hand clasping right over yours just as you yelp.
âWe arenât finished with that,â he promises through gritted teeth, and he takes over before you can process what that means.Â
And his pace is relentless, pumping into you so well that every thrust catapults you across space and time.Â
Youâre outright panting now, feeling him deep in your guts and the strong lines of his forearm pressed into your chest.Â
âBreathe in for me.â
And you do, feeling his hand close around your throat while fingers lodge themselves inside your mouth.Â
Fuck!Â
Your eyes roll so far back you can probably see him if you had light, and youâre mercifully let go before you need to gasp for oxygen.Â
âAgain.â
When you obey, Yoongi chokes you again, and youâre finding it euphoric as he clasps your column even harder. Every time he does, you clench around his cock, and a warm feeling washes over you every time he lets go.Â
âHowâs that feel, baby girl,â he asks, humming in approval when you drag a reply out,
âSo good.âÂ
âGood.â He kisses your sweaty cheek before easily admitting, âI like it, too.â
Stilling, you turn as far as you can to regard him, asking in the tiniest voice, âYou do?â
He darts his eyes to your lips before nodding. âYou can try it next time.â
You smile, not knowing why you feel shy in this position of all things. But maybe youâre just happy that he said that. Because he didnât need to admit something so intimate in the moment.Â
âWeâll do whatever you want,â you vow in a murmur, closing your eyes when he captures your lips.
After sliding a tender hand down your cheek, he whispers, âTurn around.â
You immediately do, untwisting your back and relieving the tension in your neck. When you slowly move to face Yoongi again, he steadies you the whole way.Â
And as soon as youâre settled, he kisses you so hard you fall back against the wall again.Â
Hands come up to shove your tee upward and unhook your bra, and he gropes at your chest before ducking to take a nipple in his hot mouth.
Surging with pulses, you bury your face to muffle your moans, squeezing your eyes shut from pure ecstasy.
How the fuck are you doing this? With him? If you travelled back in time to tell yourself that this was gonna happen at a party someday, you wouldâve been told to piss off.Â
âLove these tits,â Yoongi grits. âFuck.â
âI didnât wanna wear a bra.â
He immediately chuckles. Darkness and sin brushing your chest. âI wouldâve left.âÂ
You hum in mirth, knowing exactly what he means by that. As much as you wanted to tease him, you know that decision wouldâve immediately gotten him in trouble.Â
And definitely other people, too.
But the more he keeps licking and sucking, the more you feel it coming. Release. The inferno. Itâs on the horizon and youâre just awaiting the crash of relentless deluge.
âThere you go,â he rumbles. âYou gonna come?â
You pant out before nodding, every muscle thrumming like hell.Â
And he orders low in your ear, yanking your orgasm right out of your very center,
âThen come for me, doll.â
Your body wracks with jolts, stabs of lightning hitting every limb and locking them at hard angles. A rush of pleasure surges through, filling the closet with a heady scent that makes Yoongi groan pride into your neck.
âUh huh,â he praises. âStill wanna talk shit?â
And you do. Tears leak from your eyes as you nod, orgasm riding farther than ever, waves unending and your mental shore nowhere in sight.Â
âCourse you do.â Yoongi claims your mouth. âFuckinâ love it.â
Still, you feel pulled, lost to the universe thatâs him and him alone, and you want to reciprocate the same pleasure that heâs providing.Â
âBaby, Iâm stillââ
âFuckââ
You donât know what comes over your brain, or your body, or whatever else runs on autopilot. But you use the rest of your strength to shove him back, pushing him until he hits the other wall of the closet.
âDââ
You rush out a question before lowering yourself, âDid you come?â
âNo, butââ
âTake it off.â
Stunned, Yoongi rushed to unsheath the wrapper, rubbing himself before you take control.Â
Nothing will stop you at this point. Anyone could come in and youâd still be pleasuring Yoongi until he breaks.Â
Because you want this. Heâs earned this.Â
Your knees hit the ground right as you take him in your mouth, tasting the strange mix of salt and latex but knowing it wonât be for long.Â
This is what youâve been wanting to do since he gave you his goddamn coat, and your imagination has been so vastly outdone by reality that you feel like none of itâs truly happening.Â
When you flick your eyes upward, you get another thing youâve been yearning for.Â
Yoongi is fighting for his life.Â
You can barely see that his eyes are squeezed tight, and you catch a tiny glimpse of his mouth agape before he bites it shut. When you suck in hard, his whole body flinches, and for the first time that night, heâs the one with a hand over his mouth.Â
And you feel so fucking elated that you welcome the hot strings of cum painting your mouth, groaning around him and giggling when his essence slips right down your throat.Â
Heâs promising dark and wonderful things above your head, and you feel him grip your chin as soon as you pop off of his dick.
âOpen that mouth.â
You show him, hoping he can tell in the dim light that thereâs no drop left on your tongue.
âGoddamn.â
Youâre tugged up before your mouth is smothered by his, and you teeter on your heels for balance as he whips you back against a solid surface.
It looks like he wants to say something.Â
But nothing comes out as he clenches a fist next to your head.Â
As you both calm, only your breaths fill the closet, your scents of passion clinging onto coats and jackets, all of which you couldâve worn in place of the one he gave you.Â
But Yoongi did something so bold tonight that it was only natural for you to want to take the same risk.Â
As he kisses you slow, you respond in kind, rolling your lips with his and enjoying coming down from this high with him every time.Â
Shouts and yells from the game outside pierce into the closet, but both of you exist in your own little world. With you tracing the lines of his shirt and him gently straightening your clothes.Â
âThank you,â you whisper.
âFor what, doll,â he asks in return.Â
âMaking me yours.â When you slightly pull on his jacket, you hope he gets what you mean. âEven if no one else knows.âÂ
His tiny peck on your cheek is genuine and, if you arenât mistaken, a little prideful. âTheyâre going to, doll,â he vows into your skin. âI told you, you're gonna get tired of me.âÂ
"Lies," you sigh in peace. âSo I get Halloween pictures with you next time, too?âÂ
Yoongi freezes, standing straight before fishing out his phone.Â
And you fuss up a quiet storm before he lets you fix yourself, smiling at his camera as he squishes his sweaty, satisfied as fuck face right next to yours.Â
If anyone ever comes across those pictures on his phone, you will never ever tell them the context. They'll never know why your makeup looks like that, or why his hair is even more haphazard, or why you both look way too happy to be in a closet.
Even if they frightened you to death.Â
Some time laterâand after a stressful time sneaking out with a smug Yoongi in towâyou find yourself downstairs and heading out the door with Taehyung.Â
After he asks where you were, you simply tell him the truth: you were with Yoongi. And end it at that.Â
With one look at your neck, he hums in amusement.
And you immediately slap a hand over it in shock, embarrassed to hell when he laughs.
But you let Tae tease you all the way home, knowing that you also caught a small glimpse of his life with Jimin. Not that youâll tell him that until months from now.Â
When your phone buzzes, you immediately check what awaits you.Â
And you dissolve into mush yet again.
Yoongi [2:45am]: Text me when youâre homeÂ
You [2:45am]: but im not going to your place :((Â Â
What is home, if not where you feel the most at peace? Where you feel like you can be yourself and not worry about sneaking around? Where you know someone will protect you and be that person you can go to without any questions asked?Â
Yoongi [2:47am]: Next Halloween you will beÂ
Itâs definitely with Yoongi.Â
Right now, you know your home is with him.Â
Smiling, you type another text, full of contentment and looking towards the day all of this can be lived the way you both want.Â
You [2:47am]: turn into a catÂ
Yoongi [2:47am]: đ
Taehyung looks at you when you laugh, and his grin grows when he can tell youâre genuinely happy.Â
And when Yoongi actually sends you a selfie matching the ear gesture he did earlier, you feel the endearing prick of hot tears in your eyes.Â
Yoongi [2:49am]: 1 AttachmentÂ
He has a distinct matching mark on his neck.
And you are one thousand percent sure he took the picture knowing it's visible.
Yoongi [2:50am]: Meow :)
Happy Halloween indeed.Â
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141 + Königs Reactions To Reader Asking Them To Lay On Them
Warnings: swearing, mentions of crying
Based on the following request from @gaymistakeboi , I accidentally hit post before I was finished, so the actual request vanishedđ« đ«Ł
Request- Hi! Second request that I was gonna ask for! Reader with the 141+Köing where reader has a bad day and gets overstimulated and just looks at their boy and goes "lay on me" and the boys are like "sorry what", reader just looks them in the eys and says "did I fucking stutter? Full weight. On me. Now." I want nothing more in life than just have the crushing weight of a guy a lot bigger than me just crushing me."
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Simon Ghost Riley-
You'd been watching Simon for the better part of an hour as he sat across from you on the other couch. He was hunched over slightly, his face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to finish the Sunday paper's crossword puzzle.
You smiled to yourself, realizing in that moment how much you loved him.
"Si, can you come here?" You asked, your arms stretched out, hands making a grabbing motion toward your husband.
Simon looked up from the paper, a ghost of a smile on his lips, and stood from his spot on the couch opposite of you. He walked over to you and sat down by your feet as he grabbed your hand to place a delicate kiss in your wrist.
"No, not like that." You whined.
Simon's brow quirked as a sly smile fell across his lips. "Like how?"
"Lay on top of me." You asked, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Please?"
"You're serious?" He asked, slightly concerned. "Sweetheart, I'm like three times the size of you."
"Simon fucking Riley just get over here and crush me with your body, damnit."
Simon let out a hearty chuckle as he threw his hands up in mock defeat. "You asked for this, kid."
He pulled away the blanket that was covering you and proceeded to lay himself fully on top of you, his entire body weight pressed firmly into yours.
You sighed in content as you pressed kisses to the exposed flesh of Simon's neck. "You're so handsome, you know that?"
"You tell me this, as my body is crushing yours?" He chuckled softly. He shifted his weight slightly, causing you to groan beneath him.
"It's every person's dream, to be crushed by an amazingly attractive, built military man, is it not?" You giggled, running your hand along his cheek.
"Can't say it's mine, sweetheart. But I wouldn't mind you laying on top of me." He pressed a warm kiss to your temple before flipping the two of you over, so your weight was now on him. "I love you, kid."
"I love you too, Simon."
Johnny Soap MacTavish-
To say you couldn't get comfortable in bed tonight was an understatement. You tossed and turned endlessly, unable to get into a position in which you could fall asleep.
Halfway through the night, you rolled over on your side, facing your boyfriend Johnny, who was passed out. You began to tug on his shirt, causing his eyes to blink open slowly.
"Y/N, babe, you alright?" He asked, his voice gruff from sleep.
"Can't sleep." You murmured.
"How can I help?" He sat up slightly, wiping at his face.
You kept wordlessly pulling on Johnny's shirt, hoping he'd get the hint.
"Babe, speak up. I don't know what you want." Johnny chuckled as his eyes raked up and down his figure.
"Lay on me." Your voice barely above a whisper.
"Lay on you?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Did I stutter? Thought my request was pretty clear." You bit, but Johnny could sense the playfulness in your tone.
"Oof, listen to that attitude." He quipped, a devious smile making its way on his face. "Fine, you asked for it."
He sat up, making his way over to you, before plopping his full body weight on top of you. You let out a small squeal as he landed on you, turning your face slightly as the hairs from his mohawk began to tickle at your nose.
It was pleasant at first. The only sounds that filled the rooms were soft breathing and the sound of Johnny's heartbeat. Johnny, being Johnny, then decided to push his weight into you just a bit more causing his weight to be too much for you.
"Okay, wait, wait, you're too heavy now. Get off." You chuckled, shoving at his chest playfully.
"Nah, this is what you wanted brat, you gotta deal with it." He teased, slowly rolling himself around on your form. "Maybe you'll think next time before giving your amazingly awesome boyfriend attitude."
"Johnny!" You choked out a laugh as he finally pulled himself off of you. "You're a jerk!"
"Only doing what you asked of me, babe. Now get your pretty ass over here and cuddle with me."
König-
"Köönnniiigggg." You called out, wiping away the stray tears that fell down your face. The day you had was horrible. It was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right, and all you wanted was to go home and lay in bed.
"Maus? Is everything okay?" He came into the bedroom quickly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he took in your crying state.
"Can you..can you come lay on me?" You asked, your cheeks burning a crimson red. It wasn't something you'd ever asked him before, but you wanted nothing more than to be crushed by your giant lover.
"L-Lay on you? Schatz, I'll crush you. I don't want to hurt you." He stuttered out, slowly making his way to your side of the bed. "What's going on?"
"I've just had a shit day, and I really want you to lay on me." You blinked up at him, as your bottom lip trembled.
König regarded you carefully for a moment, trying to see if you were messing with him. He truly was worried he'd crush you, but he couldn't ever say no to you.
He took off his shoes and hoodie before climbing over top of you in the bed. "If I get too heavy, pat my back and I'll get up, okay Maus?"
You nodded as a victorious smile lined your lips. Your arms and legs securely fastened around his body, as he slowly laid himself down on you. You could tell he was holding back, though, and wasn't putting his full weight on you.
"This is what you wanted?" He asked, chuckling slightly as he heard your giggles from underneath him.
"Yes." You replied, taking the deepest breath you could with your mass of a boyfriend on top of you.
"Am I...hurting you?" He asked, timidly.
"Not at all, Kö. This is nice." You hummed, relishing in the feeling of some of his weight on you. It was clear he still wasn't okay with putting his full weight on you, and a lot of it was shifted to his arms, which hovered around your head.
You absentmindedly drew random figures into your boyfriend's back with your fingers, as you felt the stress of your day begin to wash away.
"Let me hold you, Maus." König said softly, his lips grazing your neck. He felt you nod against his chest, so he sat up slightly and laid on his side before pulling you into his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"
You shook your head wordlessly as your fingers laced with his.
"Okay, well, when you want to talk, I'm here, always."
And when you were ready to talk, he listened.
John Price-
"Sorry it took me so long to finish up. The paperwork took longer than I would've liked." John whispered in your ear as he came up behind you while you were washing your face.
You gave him a smile in the reflection of the mirror, before patting your face dry. "It's alright, love."
"Are you okay?" He asked, as his brows furrowed slightly.
"Just a long day. Nothing a good cuddle with my husband won't cure." You turned to wrap your arms around his waist and stared to pull him backward toward the bed.
As you fell back onto the bed, your grip on your husband's waist tightened, and your legs latched around his lower abdomen, effectively locking him in a tight grasp.
"Baby, what are you doing?" John chuckled, pulling away slightly to smile down at you. "Did you want something?"
"Just stay like this with me. It feels good." You breathed out, your lover's weight fully pinning you into the bed.
"Sweetheart, I'm crushing you."
"It's okay, I like it." You spoke as you nuzzled your face into your husband's chest.
"Anything you want to talk about?" He asked, as his fingers stroked at your face mindlessly.
"Just a long day. Just wanna lay here like this with you." You replied, nuzzling your face into John's hand.
"I can do that."
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It was a few moments later when John spoke up again. "Love? Are you still with me?"
Instead of a verbal response, he heard a soft snore emit from your lips underneath him, causing him to chuckle softly. "You will be the death of me."
He rolled over gently so as not to wake you as he pulled you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your temple. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Kyle Gaz Garrick-
Kyle had been gaming nearly all night, and you were desperate for his affection. It wasn't often he had game nights like this, and you were happy he was enjoying himself, but you were unable to prolong your neediness any further.
Once he got to a saving point, you pulled the controller away from him, setting it on the table in front of the couch. He turned to you with a confused expression, the slightest bit of a smirk evident on his lips. "Babe?"
"Lay on me."
Kyle blinked a few times, trying to process your request. "What?"
"I asked you to lay on me." You huffed, pouting out your bottom lip in the way he liked.
Kyle gave a hearty chuckle before grabbing a blanket and throwing it on the floor. He picked you up bridal style, while grabbing a pillow, and moved to lay you on the makeshift bed he created on the floor.
"You're sure?" He asked, his lips upturned in a devious smile.
"Yes."
He moved to lay on top of you, spreading his body weight throughout the length of your body.
You erupted in a fit of giggles as Kyle shifted his weight on you. "Wait, Ky, you're doing it wrong!"
"How on earth am I doing it wrong? You asked me to lay on you!" Kyle couldn't help the laughter that escaped his lips.
"You're supposed to lovingly lay on me!" You gasped out, Kyle's weight becoming too much for you. "This isn't loving!"
Kyle roared with laughter. "How am I supposed to lovingly lay on you, you wanker!"
Giving up on trying to appease your wishes, he took matters into his own hands. He slipped his fingers under your shirt and began to tickle at your sides, causing you to squeal in delight. "My little pet wants attention? I'll give em attention."
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Would it be possible if you could do a g!p wandanat x female reader with sex pollen?? Its okay if you cant, just an idea if you have nothing else to writeđ«Łđ€
Blue glow - WandaNat
DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
Summary: Curiosity and alien flowers work wonders.
Pairing: G!PWandaNat Ă fem!R
Warnings:NSWF,SMUT SMUT SMUT, handjob, blowjob, breeding kink, threesome, cockwarming, dirty talk, after care
DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISNâT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES
Word count: 1.7k
AN: hi anon! Iâm glad to see my first request thank you! honestly, until that moment I didnât know what sex pollen is and I had to turn to google lmao
"What is that?." You asked looking at the strange plant in the pot. "Have you decided to take up gardening? Tony, I thought you weren't old enough to act like my grandma." You stop laughing when the man looks at you sternly, apparently not appreciating the jokes about his age. âThis, by the way, is a plant unknown to science (at least on Earth), which I personally grew from seeds strictly for research and not what you just said.â âOkay letâs say itâs like this, let me take a closer does it smell like something?â You also kept a couple of cacti in your room at the Avengers headquarters, which recently bloomed by the way. As soon as you stood up and approached to the pot, a man blocked your way. âAre you crazy, what did I just say? Donât touch this thing, I donât know if itâs poisonous or not.â You looked at him sternly and muttered under your breath so that he could also hear, âYou said not to touch, not to smell.â The attempt failed.
late Friday evening. Everyone went to their rooms or left the headquarters altogether. There was silence everywhere, only the sounds of Wandaâs steps were heard somewhere in the corridor. The woman had almost reached her destination when she saw some kind of blue glow in the darkness, âWhat the fuck...â. She came closer and examined some kind of plant that vaguely resembled a flycatcher, but with more spherical âtraps.â Then she suddenly remembered...
âY/N, Natasha, come here letâs hurry up. Y/N, you told me about something in Tonyâs office. Check it out, Natasha take a look too.â Apparently the witch was very impressed by the flower, because she excitedly pulled both of you by the hands towards the light source. And where did she get this passion for floraâŠ
âWanda, we were already getting ready to go to bed, what did you see there?â Nat suddenly fell silent, looking at the strange light. âDid you seriously drag me out of bed for this succulent or what is this?!â She clearly did not share the witch's interest. âOh, youâre right, this is the flower I told you about. Tony takes such good care of it, and apparently itâs...bloomed? Letâs take a closer and look, itâs cool,â Nat rolled her eyes but followed you two. You raised your face to the flower, wanting to look at it, when suddenly... the ball of the bud opened releasing pollen into the air, apparently from which the light came.
There is absolutely everything around in this stuff, you can hear Natashaâs exclamations: âDonât breathe in this, it can be poisonous. Damn it, I told you not to come here.â The three of you cough, covering your faces, and go out into the corridor, shaking yourself and each other from the remaining dust. âNow you make me need to take a shower again.â The woman grumbles something else while Wanda calms her down, you also want to answer, but suddenly this feeling comes.
If there was a mirror in front of you right now, you could appreciate how quickly your pupils are dilating, as if you were a drug addict on a high (technically you were), beads of sweat are rolling off your forehead and this pulsation between your legs is as if you were given a dose of an aphrodisiac multiplied by five times. Oh no this is definitely not normal, you need to tell Wanda and Natasha what is happening apparently because of this cute glowing flower. While you were in your thoughts you didn't notice how the swearing died down and both women also noticed the changes.
When you turned your head, you saw two women looking at you with hunger and tents in their pants. Your mouth watered at the sight of the obvious bulge on both of your girlfriends and you impatiently walked over to Wanda, clinging to her like a lifeline. "Oh God, I don't know what it is, but I need you both so bad." Natasha came up from behind, pressing her rock-hard dick to your ass, her arms wrapped around your waist and the redheadâs whisper was heard in your ear. "Oh don't worry baby you'll get what you want.Damn I'm going to die if I don't fill your pretty pussy at least twice. What do you think Wanda?"
You feel the soft material of the sheets as they throw you on the bed, watching as they take off their clothes and look at you as if you were their prey. Your own panties are already hopelessly ruined, lub flows down your thighs at the sight of your girlfriends.
You quickly take of your clothes after which Nat takes you in her arms, pressing a kiss on your lips, you feel her cock poking into your stomach and dripping with pre-cum. Wanda, meanwhile stands behind stroking her length at this spectacle. "Mmm..Nat please." You rock your hips to rub against her cock, but you are suddenly pulled to your feet and forced to your knees.
"No no, first you're going to take every inch of my dick into your mouth, baby." The tip of her cock pressed against your lips and you obediently open your mouth and shake your head along entire length. Wanda canât just watch anymore and comes up to you, takes your hand and places it on her pulsating length. "Come on baby, jerk off Wanda you can't leave either of us needy. Damn Wanda her mouth feels so good around me. That's such a good cocksucker." You move your hand and rub your thumb over Wanda's sensitive red tip as she begins to rock into your hand. Tears well up in your eyes when Natasha grabs your hair and shuts your mouth. Wanda helps you jerk her off and grins, âWhat is it baby girl? Is Natâs dick too big for you? Youâre so beautiful, now I want to cum all over your face.â
Natasha began to shamelessly fuck your mouth, running after her orgasm, the head of her dick hitting the back wall of your throat every time. "That's itmbaby, I'm going to cum in your beautiful fucking mouth and you'll swallow every drop. Wanda, are you close? Cum with me." Your hand was thrown away so that Wanda could jerk herself off, cumming all over your face, ropes of Natasha's cum hit your throat and you breathed through your nose as you swallowed every drop as you were told.
You took a deep breath as the redhead pulled out of your mouth and wiped Wanda's release off your face. When you were lifted from the floor, a small puddle of your arousal remained on it, your legs did not obey and your knees were red. You were already dripping and the pitiful whining and pleas left your mouth without hindrance. âPlease it hurts so much, I need you to fuck me so bad.â
"What do you think Wanda, I think she deserves to have you fill her pussy." The witch got off with a simple nod as her two strong hands forced you onto all fours on the bed, allowing her to position herself behind you so she could start pounding into you without warning. "God Nat, her pussy was made for my cock, so greedy and tight. You need to see how well she takes me." Nat, meanwhile, spat on her hand for extra lub and stroked her red sensitive tip, appreciating how good the two of you looked. The long-awaited feeling of filling and Wandaâs quick thrusts drove you crazy, you put your hand under you, stimulating your swollen clit. "Yes yes thank you thank you so good fuck I'm gonna cum can I cum?" You know that with the tip of Wandaâs cock deliciously hitting that nice spot inside you, you wouldnât last long, and having received approval, a minute later the orgasm hit you with incredible force. "Oh yes Y/N you squeeze my cock so well. Oh my God, cum for me like that, cum all over my length." The witch praised you.
You were turned over again and your back touched the cool sheets. Wanda pounding into you hearing a cute whine from your mouth, "Too sensitive. It's too much." "Oh baby girl you can take it. I need to filled this tight pussy so badly. You want my cum inside don't you? Do you love this cock?" "Yes yes I love so fucking much!". Natasha continued to jerk herself off when a cute little idea popped into her head that she only bothered to tell the witch about. The women looked at each other and Wanda nodded in approval of the plan.
The witch's thrusts became faster and she exploded, releasing her load inside you. âOh yeah baby fuck take all my cum!â The feeling of fullness and how good it was, was the only thing you could think about. Wanda, meanwhile, pulled out of you, giving way to the redhead. Natasha turned you around, taking you by the hips and jerking off her cock, she stuck only the tip inside you, filling you even more. "Oh fuck fuck I'm so full fuck Natasha!" âThatâs it my little greedy girl, I know you love it when I fill you up .â The only sounds in the room were heavy sighs and Nat's little whining as she pulled out and looked at the beautiful picture in front of her.
You were lying on your shared bed, Wanda took napkins from the nightstand and carefully wiped all the liquids from your thighs, kissing you and telling you how good you are and how much she loves you. When the witch finished, Natasha threw a robe over your naked body, picked you up, kissing your cheeks and carried you to the bathroom so they could both take care of you the way you truly deserve.
Sitting in a hot bubble bath, you asked, âHow do we tell Tony about the pollen effect of his science experiment?â
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SlashtoberđȘ||OT8
Pairing: OT8 x Reader
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: MeanDom!Ateez, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Gang Bang, Ass Fucking, Unprotected Sex (Please Dontđ), Spanking, Spit, Tit Smacking, Breast Play, Bukkake, Dacryphilia, Oral, Cum Eating, Rough Sex, Degradation, CNC, Choking, Marking, If I Missed Anythingđ«ŁđLemme Know..
A/N: I canât believe I was able to get this done before 12amđ”âđ«, I tried my best to get this done before midnight, bc I wanted to make sure I posted it on Halloween. I canât believe itâs officially over now, thank you to everyone who supported me. Rather it was with a like, reblog, a comment, an ask, anything tbh. I received so much love this October and Iâm grateful and appreciate to every single one of youđđ. Also special thanks to @seonghwasbobaeyes for betaing the first half of this fic, you are muchly appreciated babesđ! This isnât the end of the road for Slasher!Ateezđ, we will DEFINITELY be seeing them again! Iâm already thinking about what Iâm going to write for November tbh..đ. My asks will be opening due to October being over, so send in your requests!
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Ever since your last visit with the two masked men, you had been itching, yearning for more. They left you with an undying last in your mouth. You craved them, how sinners crave sin. They were addicting, they were like a forbidden fruit.
You hadnât heard a peep or even seen a peep of them in weeks. You had been on the lookout constantly, trying to find any trace of them. It's like your neighbors knew you were on the fence. Making sure to greet you everyday, going out of their way to make sure you were happy. They so easily picked up your emotions. It's like you bonded with every single one of them. Wanting to get into better spirits you decided to throw a small Halloween party inviting the guys from the neighborhood as a way to say thanks for all they do, and thanks for being there for you.
You were at home prepping the food when suddenly the lights went out in your home. Letting out an annoyed huff you make your way to your circuit breaker box. Walking past your bedroom you notice a figure in your room, hiding behind the wall, you try to steady your breath clearly worked up and scared by what you saw, you quietly try to creep down the hall when your lights cut back on. Wanting to see if it was your eyes playing tricks on you, or if there was someone actually in your home you slowly make your way to the bedroom. As soon as you cut the corner to your room you see one of the masked men in your bedroom, sitting on your bed, man spreading widely. Energy as heavy as stone, he sat like he owned not only your hole, he sat like he owned you, and every move you made. Getting up slowly, he walks towards you, slow long strides.
Putting his hands up on the frame of the door. His muscular body takes up the whole door frame.
âAnd where are you running off to, pretty girl?â
Your eyes grow big, backing away slowly, your back bumps into a hard frame behind you. Looking up you see Mingi towering over you, staring down at your helpless frame.
âDonât you look cute in your pajamas.â Mingi says with a large smirk on his face, running his fingers over the lace trim on the bottom of your sleep shorts. Jongho walks over to you, peeling his body off of the door frame. His large frame crushes you between him and Mingi. You can barely see his eyes through the mask, yet you can feel the intensity radiating from the person beneath it.
âWh-whatâs going onâŠâ you whisper out through a shaky breath. Gripping your hips Mingi pulls your ass against him, grinding his hard on, onto you. Jongho moves closer, his chest completely crushing you. Gripping the front of your pajama shorts he plays with the lace on them, letting his hand slowly fall to the front of them, gradually untying the ribbon that keeps them up. Loosening the shorts, they fall dangerously low on your hips.
âWhat do you think is going on darling?â Seonghwa says, smooth voice floating out beneath his mask, making his way into your bedroom room. He seats himself on the bed. Man spreading his legs wide open, your eyes drift over the female plastic mask heâs wearing, down to the bricked cock beneath his skin tight pants. When Jongho squishes your body even further in between him and Mingi.
âI-I donât kn-.â Your sentence gets cut off when the other two masked men enter, the largest one of the group takes up the whole door frame, while the shorter broader one stands in front of him. With his head cocked to the side. A shiver runs up your spine. Your brain can barely process whatâs going on in front of you. All you want to do is flee but it feels like your feet are cemented to the ground.
âLook at her.â Yunho says, stepping forward into the room, clearing his large stature out of the door frame. San lets out a loud chuckle, making his way towards you.
âShe looks like a deer caught in headlights.â San says through a laugh, walking on the other side of you while Yunho goes on the opposite. Caging your body in by all four men, while Seonghwa sits on the small bed watching you.
âI know you guys arenât starting the game without us.â Wooyoung whines out, walking into the room, face paint smeared across his face yet with the lack of the red lights you can see clear as day that itâs Wooyoung. Trying to strain your neck between the men who are caging you in.
âWooyoung, whatâs going on?â You whisper shout, as if the men couldnât hear you in the same confined room. Letting out a loud laugh, he walked over, looking at your poor helpless frame. Your body does a noticeable shiver.
âDo you want me to save you?â He says through a fake coo. Yeosang stands in the doorway, leaning his muscular form against it. Looking at you behind his mask he makes his way slowly over. Pushing through the cage the boys have you in.
âNoâŠI think she wants all of us to help her out.â He says while he runs his gloved hand up your body. Starting from your chest, running it between your breasts, settling his covered hand around your throat. It's like deja vu, you start getting various flashbacks of each time one of these men have rearranged your guts, and practically broke your spine.
âDo you need saving darling?â Seonghwa says, standing up off the bed, making his way towards you with long slow strides, the men who caged your body slowly back away, making room for Seonghwa. His tall frame easily towers over yours. Soaking you in from head to toe.
âOf course not Seonghwa she doesnât need saving, she needs to be fucked like the slut she is.â Hongjoong says, gripping your throat pulling your body against his invisible one. Manhandling you with ease, you swear you can see every person in the room, eyes darken instantaneously.
âIs that what it is dear? You need us to bend you over and rearrange your guts?â Seonghwa says, gripping your chin lightly while Hongjoongs hand continues to hold you tightly. Letting out a small whimper your eyes dart around to every man surrounding you in this room. Your lower belly grows hot with need. Hot with want, hot with flashbacks of every orgasm youâve had with the individuals in this room. You open your mouth, just to close it once more, not exactly sure what words you are trying to speak. But you can tell by the way they are crowding you, and the way you are drinking them all in. You want nothing more than for them to break you.
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Wrapping your hand around Yeosangs cock, you continue to pump his dick up and down. Fist tight to make sure he gets as much pleasure as possible. Gripping your chin in his hand, San turns your face towards him, cock deep down your throat, with his other hand on the back of your head, you gag with every powerful thrust he delivers to your throat. Eyes watering with unshed tears. San lets out a loud laugh, gripping the back of your head even tighter. Slamming his hips into your mouth..
âLook at this slut crying. Go on baby, cry on my cock.â San grits out, the pleasure that your warm mouth is giving him is becoming too much. Hongjoong lines himself up with your entrance, not even giving you time to prep, he slams his cock deep into your cunt. Body driving forward your nose bumps against Sans pelvic area. Letting out a loud sadistic laugh, he starts out at a rough pace, jack hammering your body forward. Causing a quick rhythm between him and San. Your hand starts to fall slack around Yeosangs cock. Gripping your head, Yeosang turns your face towards him.
âDo it right slut.â He grits out, squeezing your cheeks so tightly that he can feel Sans cock slide in and out of your mouth.
âStretch her out.â Seonghwa says, the heaviest presence in the room. He stands up, hard cock in his hand, he slides under you. Your breast jiggling in his face, gripping your left breast, he runs his long cool tongue over your nipple. You squeeze your eyes shut, too immersed in the pleasure.
Mingi makes his way behind Hongjoong who is hammering away at you, collecting the drool that is hitting the floor from the way San is making you choke and gag on his cock. He wets his fingers, sliding them down to your puckered hole, you let out a moan so loud that all the boys can hear you. Sliding one finger in, your eyes grow huge, tears starting to run down your face by all the pleasure you are feeling.
Gripping your face harshly San gathers all the spit in his mouth, letting it slowly drop down to his cock, hitting your lips, it aids in the drool on the floor. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of him. You can taste him in more ways than one, and it has your head clouded with nothing but hot lust.
âSuch a whore who loves to be degraded.â San grits out, watching you suck him down your throat.
âLook at her crying again.â Yeosang says while your grip tightens and untightens on his cock. Mocking you through a fake coo. Letting his hand travel down, he grips the breast Seonghwa isnât paying attention to, squeezing your nipple, just as heâs squeezing Mingi slips his second finger in your ass trying to stretch you out as much as possible. Tears are running down your face rapidly, your pussy clenches on Hongjoong, letting out a loud groan. He slams his hips up into you once more before pulling out, chest heaving up and down. Holding his orgasm back, wanting to save it to paint your body.
Wooyoung lets out a small laugh, clearly enjoying the view of you getting rag dolled all over the place, sliding into the place of Hongjoong, he taps his cock against your wet cunt, sliding his cock in between your wet pussy lips, making sure with every thrust up he nudges your clit. Pulling back San bites his lip, gripping your head even tighter trying to fight the urge to cum all over your face, he slides back letting Yunho in. Letting out a choked cough, you intake as much air as possible. Trying to catch your breath before Yunhos large frame towers over your small body.
âLook at this slut..â he says while hooking your bottom jaw with his thumb. Jongho stands behind Yunho, getting an eye full of you, tilting his head to the side almost like heâs studying you.
âWanting to take us all..â Jongho says, continuing Yunhos sentence.
âShe wants us in every wayâŠâ Mingi finishes after Jongho speaks.
Moving on the side of your body, Mingi pulls his fingers out, feeling like youâve been stretched enough, he lets Seonghwa know that you are prepped and ready for whatever he is ready to give you. Sliding out from under you, Wooyoung and Seonghwa trade spots. With his wet fingers Mingi slowly strokes his cock while Seonghwa slides in between your wet cunt. Making sure that he soaks his cock with your juices that are practically pouring down, he lines himself up with your puckered hole. Sliding in slowly, inch my inch. Your eyes scrunch shut, the feeling of him sliding in your ass is unlike any other feeling youâve ever felt. You grip Yunhos thighs for stability, just as you are about to let out the loudest moan, Yunho slides his cock into your mouth, instantly stuffing it. Wooyoung lines himself up with your sopping cunt that is dripping down onto his cock, your arousal just leaking all over him. Yeosang and Jongho stand on opposite sides of you, large bodies towering over your frame. Bunching your eyes shut, Wooyoung slides easily into your pussy. Shooting your eyes open you let out a loud, muffled moan. Placing your hands out, trying your best to find your balance while Seonghwa is fucking your ass, Wooyoung is deep in your cunt, while Yunhos large cock is deep down your throat.
Gripping Yeosangs and Jonghos cock in your hand, you slowly start to pump them, making sure to pay extra attention to the head of their cocks. With each stroke the members are giving you, you are seeing heaven behind your eyes, Seonghwa continuously slaps your ass cheeks while he strokes deep in your puckered hole, watching your ass cheek welt with each deep stroke he delivers to you. Wooyoungs balls are dripping with your arousal, inner thighs shining with your juices. While Yunho grips the sides of your face, making sure you take his cock as far as your small throat will let him.
San, Mingi, and Hongjoongs degradation fill your ears. Making you on the brink of the most powerful orgasm.
âLook at this hungry cock slut.â Hongjoong says, slowly stroking his cock, watching everyone have their turn with you.
âLook at her crying over how good all of our cocks areâŠâ Mingi grits out, grabbing his balls while he beats his cock. Making sure to collect the drool that leaves your mouth on his hands so he can stroke himself with ease.
âNothing but a cock sleeve for all of us.â San says with his head tilted back, stroking himself, matching the rhythm at which they all are fucking you.
Mingi makes his way over to Seonghwa, watching the way his cock slides in and out of your ass. Gripping one cheek so itâs easier for Seonghwa to get a feel of your warm wet hole. He gathers the spit in his mouth letting it drop onto your puckered hole. The cool sensation differs from the warmth of Seonghwas length sliding in and out of you. Hongjoong lets out a small chuckle at the way you whine every time someone spits on you, he makes his way towards Yunho, holding the sides of your throat, giving it a slight squeeze your breathing stutters, with his hands tightening around you throat he can feel Yunho slide in and out, the feeling is delicious, the lack of oxygen heats your body up.
Wooyoung reaches up, squeezing one of your tits in his hand while he strokes his cock in and out of your warm walls. Giving your nipple a pinch, you let out a muffled whine. Reeling his hand back he slaps your tit, the sudden feeling of the impact causes your jaw to drop, eyes fluttering in immense pleasure. He lets out a high pitched laugh, slapping your other tit, you feel the skin of your breast heat up with each heavy slap. The warmth that spreads through your body, has your toes clenching, you feel your orgasm charging its way through your body. Before you can get yours, Seonghwa is going to make sure all of them get theirs.
âYou know what sheâs only good for..â Seonghwa spits out through clenched teeth, pulling back swiftly, Wooyoung, and Yunho pull back as well. Urging you to sit on your knees with your mouth open. The members gather around you, stroking their cocks rapidly. With a loud groan, all of them cum almost in sync. Opening your mouth last minute you have drool running down your chest, with your tongue sticking out, trying to catch as much of their cum on your tongue as you can.
âThis whore is only good for catching cum.â Seonghwa pants out. As they watch their cum drip down your body, it pools right between your legs, creating a small puddle. Letting out a low growl, Seonghwa moves forward first. Gripping the back of your throat he shoves you face down into the floor.
Running his hands down your back, he hikes your hips up into the air, your sticky chest comes in contact with the floor, creating a tacky feeling on your skin.
Cock already brick hard again, he taps it against your puckered hole, slipping in with ease once again. You let out a loud cry, throat sore from all the throat fucking you still let out loud moans with each buck of Seonghwas hips. Making his way over swiftly Mingi grabs your shoulders, lifting you up so your back is flush against Seonghwas chest, he lays down cock standing straight up, maneuvering you Mingi brings you down on his cock with the aid of Seonghwa. Letting out a loud cry once more your body falls forward, becoming chest to chest with Mingi. Gripping your neck Seonghwa pulls you back up, fingers tightly wrapping around your throat, destined to leave marks.
Wooyoung and Yeosang stand on opposite sides of your body, gripping your breast, before giving your chest a firm slap. Your body jolts forward, yet with Seonghwas tight grip on your throat you go nowhere. All the other members make their way towards you with their heavy, cum dripping cocks in their hands.
âYou are going to be a good girl, and take all of our cum.â Seonghwa grunts into your ear before hiking his hips forward, biting your lip, you nod your head. Chest heaving with want. Mingi lets out a deep groan..
âFuckkkkkâŠsheâs dripping down my cock. Are you going to make a mess on our cocks, princess?â Adjusting his hips slightly, Mingi hikes his hips up into yours. Gripping your ass cheeks so you are spread even further for Seonghwa. The members step closer to you both.
âYou are going to swallow all of their cum, then you are going to take our cum in this tight ass, and wet cunt of yours.â Seonghwa says knowingly, letting out a loud whimper by the authority in Seonghwas voice you nod as much as you can with his fingers still tightly wrapped around your throat.
Giving your ass a hard slap, Mingi jiggles the cheeks of your ass.
âAlright princess, who do you want to swallow first?â
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wedding crashers | jack hughes
warnings: semi public sex, pining on jack's side, older!reader (jack is 22, she is 26), unprotected p in v (always... do as i do not as i say, wrap it when you tap it), fingering, dirty talk, insinuation of oral (m & f receiving)
pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader
request: "jack hughes and a slightly older reader (like idk 3 years older maybe), i feel like heâs so sassy and cocky that he would go nuts if he was able to get an older girl hahaha, maybe it could be like a challenge type situation where they were bantering over whether heâd be any good in bed bc heâs âjust a babyâ or something so he has something to prove.. đ«Ł"
wc: 4167
Youâd first met Jack Hughes in 2015. You were at one of the USA Developmental games with Matthew, your best friend at the time, watching his brother play for the last time that year. Since it was Christmas just recently, this was the only time youâd get to see Matthew until who knew when. Even though it involved hockey, which always stole Matthewâs attention from you, you decided to join him anyway. It was Matthew that introduced you to the Hughes family, after you had commented on Quinnâs performance.
Jack was a goof from the get-go. He was fourteen when you met, so all of his attempts to flirt with you went nowhere. Well, they made it to the front seat of Matthewâs car, where you laughed about the younger boyâs boldness. He was a sweet boy, and cute in a way that made you want to pinch his cheeks, and you were able to watch him grow up and come into himself.Â
Your friendship with Matthew had dwindled since he was drafted in 2016, but you were still close enough with his family to be invited to Bradyâs wedding. It was there that Jack cornered you, hitting on you for the umpteenth time. Now, he was 22 years old, overconfident and cocky due to years of praise from not only his coaches and peers, but from every pretty girl that fell into his company. You were 26, mature and happy with the life you had made for yourself.Â
Jack had never stopped chasing you, though it wasnât an overbearing and constant chase. He was sure that he would conquer you someday, having never forgotten the way he rubbed himself raw after he had first met you and you had smiled in his direction. What can he sayâ he was fourteen and a pretty girl, an older girl had smiled at him.Â
And, pleasantly tipsy, Jack had decided that today was that day.
He tore himself away from Luke, having delivered a new drink to his underage brother, and made his way to you. You were sitting with one of Brady and Matthewâs relatives, making small talk over a glass of white wine. Your legs were crossed in a way that Jack could only describe as dainty, your nails painted a pretty blush color that matched your dress. Jack licked his bottom lip when an image of your hand around his cock, with those painted nails contrasting the color of his member, flashed through his mind.
âSorry to interrupt,â Jack said, not really feeling sorry at all. He turned to you. âI was wondering if youâd join me for a dance.â
You smiled and shook your head slightly, a small laugh falling from your lips. âSure, Jack.â To the Tkachuk relative, you excused yourself, standing to take Jackâs extended hand. You took a sip from your wine glass, polishing off the drink.Â
Jack truly couldnât have chosen a better moment to ask you to dance, as a new song began and decided for you, due to its pace, that the two of you would engage in a waltz of sorts. Jack wasnât much of a dancer, but he was able to box step in time with the music and lead you through the dance.Â
You had given Jack a knowing look when his hand found its way to the small of your back, threatening to dip dangerously onto the curve of your ass. Your hand rested on his shoulder, the other in his hand, held close to your bodies.Â
Jack pulled you close to him, mere inches between your bodies. You laughed again, your head dipping to fall on his shoulder for a split second.Â
âWhat?â Jack asked as you flicked your hair from your eyes with a slight tilt of your head. âYouâre supposed to be close when you dance.â
You rolled your eyes. âWhatever you say, Jack.â Your voice was light, almost sing-songy. âYour intentions are nothing if not innocent, isnât that right?â
âI just want to dance,â Jack deflected, but the smile on his face told you everything you needed to know. His eyes were shining, both from the drinks he had consumed and the charged energy between your bodies.
You raised your eyebrows and pursed your lips, trying to suppress a smile as you and Jack continued to stare at each other. You broke first, looking away and shaking your head.
âWhat?â Jack said. âYou donât believe me?â
âNo, I donât believe you.â
âOh, Iâm hurt by that.â Jack pouted, his bottom lip jutting out in a way that caught your attention. It was plush and pink and just a little cracked from sun exposure. You knew Jack had spent the beginning of the summer out on the lake, and his skin reflected thatâ both tan and sunkissed at once.Â
Though you hated to admit it, Jack had grown up to be very attractive. He glowed, especially in the summer, especially when he had a few drinks in his system and he had grown a little more brash and a little more bold.
âPoor Jacky,â You teased. You tilted your head down and blinked up at him through your lashes, saying in a baby-voice: âI hurt the little babyâs feelings?â
âYou did,â Jack agreed, his pout just becoming more exaggerated. âHow are you going to make it up to me?â
Your whole body moved with your laugh this time. âI suppose youâre about to ask me to kiss it better.â
âWell, I was hoping for more than just a kiss,â Jack said, chuckling at your laughter. He licked his bottom lip before biting it in a cheeky smile, the apples of his cheeks prominent and pink. His teeth were a sharp white contrast to the red dusting across his cheeks, but you found yourself growing fond of that shameless smile the more you saw it.
âJack, youâre a baby,â You laughed. âIn the real world, youâd have just graduated college. I know things are different because youâre a big, famous hockey player and youâve been doing this job for years, but the fact of the matter is that youâre just too young for me.â
Jack was unscathed by your rejection, just like he always was. He didnât even mind that your tone was borderline condescending, like you were talking to a five year old instead of a grown adult.Â
âPlus, Jackyââ You smiled, itching to hammer the final nail in this coffin. âYou canât handle a grown woman.â
His eyes grew dark at that. âI can handle a grown woman,â He stated, voice definite.
You threw your head back, not quite laughing, but not quite rolling your eyes in exasperation either.
Jackâs hand left yours and found your jaw in a flash, bringing your face back to his. âI can handle a grown woman,â He repeated. His gaze flickered down to your lips. âLet me prove it.â
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes flickering down to his lips to match his motions. âIn your dreams,â You denied, bringing your hand to his chest to put some distance between you.
Jack didnât allow it. If anything, he pulled you closer. He pressed his hips into yours, took your hand off his chest and resumed its original dancing position. He tugged you tight to him, tight enough that you were looking over his shoulder and his mouth hovered right next to your ear.
âIâd be so good to you,â Jack whispered. Your eyes flickered around the room, but no one seemed perturbed by yours and Jackâs positioning. âIâve had a long time to think about this, Y/N. Let me tell you what Iâd do, what I have done in my dreams.â
You didnât say anything, but the fingertips of the hand on his shoulder found the hair at the nape of Jackâs neck and stayed there.
âI always start by kissing you. Always. Iâd start slowâ just feeling how these pretty pink lips feel against mine. Iâd wait for you to loosen up, to open your mouth and invite me in for more. Iâm going to keep going slow, but Iâm going to slide my tongue into your mouth and kiss you until Iâve figured out just what you taste like. Today, youâll taste like your white wine at first, but Iâm going to kiss you until Iâve deciphered your taste, Y/N.â
Jack moved his hand to your waist and squeezed gently.
âIâd start with my hands here, but I wouldnât be able to help myself. Iâll start moving, feeling every inch of you. Thereâs not a part of your body where my fingerprints wonât be found. You wonât know what to focus onâ when one of my hands is tangled up in your hair, the other one is going to squeeze your ass and really feel it out because Iâve been thinking about it for so long. And all the while, darling, Iâll be kissing you and stealing the breath from your lungs.â
You gasped at that, shifting closer to Jack. He smiled, knowing that he was closing in on the moment that heâd been wanting for the past eight years. His hand moved to the curve of your ass and youâre nearly helpless with it, or just unwilling to chide him for venturing that far. Jack made eye contact with Quinn over your shoulder and smirked, showing his teeth in a cheshire way.
He spoke again. âBut then Iâd bring my fingers down, wonât I? Iâve made you breathless, Iâve made you moan, Iâve got you begging for moreâ something you thought youâd never do. Yet here we are, and youâre always dripping for me.âÂ
By the end of his sentence, Jackâs voice was barely audible. You were straining to hear him, and his mouth was right next to your ear. You felt a bit breathless already, strung together by terrible stitching. Your resolve snapped when you felt his lips close around your earlobe, his teeth tugging at your skin gently.
You jumped away from him like youâd been electrocuted by his touch. Youâre breathing heavily, chest heaving.Â
Jack fared no better, standing in the same spot. You watch his chest rise and fall, the little bit of his skin you can see between his unbuttoned white shirt glistening. His mouth was slightly open, ready to whisper something else dirty in your ear.Â
You looked him up and down like you couldnât decide where to focus, like you were fulfilling a prophecy where Jack made you fumble where you once stood so sure.
In a second, you made your decision. You needed to see how this would end, needed to feel it for yourself.
You grabbed Jackâs hand and dragged him out of the reception hall, down the winding hallways until youâve deemed that youâre far enough away from the party that no one would be able to find you if they came looking.
You shoved Jack into a closetâ a closet, you thought to yourself, wanting to laugh at the absurdity. When you closed the door behind you and turned to find Jackâs eyes, he was waiting with a stoney face, not letting any of his emotions show. Youâd have killed to know what he was thinking.
All you could do was nod, mouth opening and closing a few times, but never finding words.Â
Jack tilted his head, his eyes flashing in the darkness.
âPlease,â is the single word that ended up breaking the silence between you.Â
Jackâs lips were on yours in the blink of an eye. His hands cradled your face and his kiss was insistent, bruising. He was slow, sure, but he was emphatic, unyielding. The kiss reflected the eight years of waiting that had passed before he got this chance.Â
His hand pulled one of your legs up onto his hip before it circled around you to knead the skin of your ass. Your dress, already short because Brady and Emma had planned for a wedding in the dead of summer, rode up until your behind was barely covered.Â
All the more for Jack to hold onto as his tongue made its way into your mouth.
You continued to kiss, breaking apart only to take a breath and recover, unbuttoning the rest of Jackâs shirt and pushing it down his arms. Your hands roamed his torso, feeling every muscle that Jack had worked so hard to build.Â
Jackâs mouth traveled south, sucking along the skin of your neck. He bent down, both of his hands finding your thighs and lifting you. You wrapped your legs around him and ground down against him, finally getting some relieving friction from the sizable bulge that was pressing against his zipper. Jack moaned out loud, gasping at your movements.Â
âWhat next?â You asked, grinding down again.
âWhat?â Jack replied, lost in the moment. His eyes met yours and they seemed cloudy, swirling with lust.
âAfter you, shit, after you touch meââ Your head tipped back as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. âWhat do you do next, in your dreams?â
It took a minute to register for Jack, too caught up in the feeling of your pussy against his cock, even if there were multiple layers separating you.Â
âI touch you,â Jack said, the obvious next action. âI donât do anything, I just touch you. I use two fingers and I find every spot that makes you react. Once Iâve got you figured out, Iââ
You cut him off. âDo it,â You told him. Your head felt light, almost dizzy, and you nodded like a bobblehead. âDo it.â
Jack let out a pathetic, wanton whimper at your command and walked forward until you were pressed against the wall. He shifted you over to that you were held up by his thigh and he brought one hand down to your panties.
He felt over the skimpy fabric, which was barely doing anything anymore. It was soaked, darkened with your slick, and briefly, Jack thought to take it off of you and pocket it to bring home as a souvenir. How dirty you would feel going back out to the reception⊠the thought of it nearly made Jackâs knees buckle. It would be a constant reminder that heâd won, that heâd managed to fuck you and satisfy you after thinking about it for so long.
He allowed his fingers to wander up and down the expanse of your pussy, cataloging how you whined when he rubbed over your swollen clit and how you clenched down when he pushed at your entrance through the fabric covering it. He noticed how your stomach tensed as he teased his way across your lips, running his finger over each curve and ridge.Â
As if inspired by something divine, Jack pulled your panties taut, making them ride up into your cunt and provide some gratifying friction when you next ground down on his hand. Jack watched, eyes wide, as you chased your own pleasure. His hand was the catalyst and you were moving mindlessly, like he had already plucked every thought from your head and replaced it with desire for him.
âFuck,â Jack choked out, feeling a spark zip up his spine. âY/N.â
He said your name with such reverence, and flexed his hand against you like an offering.Â
âFuck me,â You said. Your hands found Jackâs hair and you pressed your lips to his. âJack. I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me, I canâtâ oh, need you to make me come. Baby, Iâm so close already, I need you.â
Jackâs cock was throbbing like he might burst from the slightest breeze. There it was againâ âBaby.â It didnât mean the same thing now, Jack knew it was more of a term of endearment than an insult, but it lit a fire under him nonetheless. He was going to prove to you that he wasnât a baby, that he was a man and in this moment, you were his. He was going to fuck you hard, like youâd never imagined he was able to do. He was going to make your legs shake, make it so you couldnât walk or do anything but sit prettily at your table and sip on another glass of wine to cool you off.
He was going to make it so that the next time he saw you, youâd be begging him to make you come again.
Jack let your feet find the floor again, stepping back just far enough to get his hands on his belt. âStrip,â Jack commanded. âI want to see you.â At the same time, he unbuckled his belt and worked to remove his dress pants. He kicked them away, in a crumpled little pile near his dress shirt. His underwear joined shortly after.
You hurried to remove your dress, eyes locked in on Jackâs cock. It was a burning red at the tip, wet and straining. It stood away from his body, solid and you swore you mightâve just felt some drool pool at the corner of your mouth.Â
His hand fisted his cock, eyes lasered in on your protruding nipples when you dropped your dress to reveal your body.Â
Jack sighed, stroking himself slowly to keep himself at bay. âYouâre better than I dreamed,â He said, causing you to blush.
âJack,â You whined, aching for him to come closer, to slide inside you.
âLet me.â Jack stepped forward and got to his knees, gently bringing your panties down and helping you out of them. He dropped a kiss on your clit before standing again.
You brought an arm around his neck, your other hand placed solidly on his chest. You could feel his pulse racing wildly beneath your palm and you suddenly remembered that heâd been waiting to do this for years.
âCome on, Jacky,â You voiced. âProve yourself.â
It was a weak command, a weak insistence, barely any indicator of sureness in your voice now. Jack had turned you inside-out, made you question everything because you never imagined youâd need him the way you do now.Â
He practically growled and you could feel it rumble in his chest. He captured your lips with his, nibbling on your bottom lip before filling your mouth with his tongue. It was slippery and wet and it felt like magic.
Jack pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, feeling the head slide in. He stopped there for a minute, breathing deeply into your mouth to ground himself. He couldnât disappoint you, wouldnât dare shoot off early and cut short the night that heâd been fantasizing about since he was a teenager.
âSo good,â You breathed out, feeding the words to Jack. He dipped his head and inched further into you, moving slowly until your pelvis connected with his.Â
âFuck,â Jack whimpered out.Â
His thrusts started shallow. Jack felt like you were constricting him, squeezing him like a snake in a cartoon. His voice was caught in his throat like an ugly lump and the only noises that could force their way past it were groans and âuhâs that borderline on squeaky. He didnât care about the noises, he didnât care that he could be embarrassing himself in front of the girl heâs wanted for so long.
It didnât matter to you, eitherâ you were too caught up in the feeling of Jackâs cock sheathed inside of you. He was pressing against your most intimate spots and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, dragging delectably along your walls.
His thrusts grew deeper, became longer, harder. Jackâs hair fell into his eyes and you brushed it away. His eyes met yours and the air between you felt thick and charged. You brought your hand to Jackâs jaw and leaned forward, connecting your lips.
This kiss was different. It was soft, intimate. Your tongues slid against each other, licking into each othersâ mouths and swallowing each othersâ groans and whimpers. You forgot for a few minutes that you were in a closet at the wedding of a man youâd known since you were children, fucking a man that you swore youâd never touch because heâs too young.
That man was quickly proving that heâs one of the best fucks in your whole life.Â
Here he was, mouthing against your neck after moving away from your lips. He was making these desperate noises, thrusting into you like heâs taking a chance at something heâll never have again. At the beginning of this night, you might have agreed that heâd never get another chance. Now, you canât help but look forward to the next time you see him, when youâll get your mouth on his thick, skillful cock.Â
You told him such, and Jack fucked you harder as a result. His hands clutched at your waist, fingertips destined to leave bruises.Â
His cock entering and leaving you caused the closet to fill with wet noises and the sound of the slapping of skin. That, paired with Jackâs pants and whines, pushed you further to the edge. Your climax wound up inside you, tense and heavy in your gut.
âJack,â You said, voice pleading. âIâm close.â
A moan was ripped from Jackâs chest, sweat beading at his hairline. The look in his eyes was almost animalistic, capturing you in his gaze like youâre the only being that exists in the world.
âPlease,â Jack panted out. âCome on my cock.â
The winding coil of your climax unravels as Jack continues to thrust his length into you, drawing himself almost completely out of you and then forcing his cock back into your cunt. Your release leaked down his shaft, coating him completely.
The vice grip of your pussy on his cock made Jack hesitate, made him stutter. He still didnât want to shoot off, he didnât want to fill you up with his come, because that meant that this would be over. His dream, journey, his conquest would be complete, and heâd have to find something else to lust after.Â
He knew in his heart that he was still just Jack, just a younger hockey guy who youâd known when he was pimply and stick-like, one who could never fit into your life the way he wished he could.Â
Heâd almost rather torture himself, deny himself from his release, than have this end.
But end it must, and it ended with a breathy whisper of his name.
âJack,â You mewled, twitching in oversensitivity.Â
âOh,â He groaned as his cock jumped inside you, your walls milking him for everything he has. His eyelashes fluttered as you seemed suddenly re-energized, fucking yourself on his cock as he came inside you. It was like his come brought you to life, something too powerful and symbolic for him, and Jack closed his eyes at the thought.
You came down together, eyes finding each other intermittently in the darkness, only when the other wasnât looking. Your breaths synched, unknowingly, as you dressed yourselves. You were close enough that your elbows could bump as you pulled your clothes on, but both of you were too conscious of the tension to let it happen.
You finished dressing yourself first and you looked over to Jack, feeling something close to awe as he buttoned his shirt and left some skin exposed. You were drawn to it, wanting to reach out and reveal the curve of his shoulder, the dip of his collarbone, the ridge of his waist again and get your mouth on him, but you couldnât move.
The tension felt like molasses, thick and heavy. Jackâs eyes met yours and you knew that the emotion in his eyes reflected your own: that you knew everything had changed and you didnât know if it was for the better or for the worse.Â
Jack opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. You made your way into his space, tilting your head up to meet his lips in a sweet, short kiss. You pressed something soft into his hands, then turned and left the closet, leaving Jack alone in the dark.Â
He didnât know how you knew, but you had handed him your ruined panties. He slipped them into the pocket of his pants, mentally noting to find his suit jacket and move the panties to the inside pocket of that garment.Â
When he saw you again at the reception, almost a half an hour later, you were sipping a new glass of wine. Jack made eye contact with you over the glass and patted his pocket, the small lump of your panties still visible to those who looked closely, and he grinned to himself when he saw you blush.
Heâd text you later that night, having bummed your number off of Brady years ago but never used it until now. It was a simple message, teasing and confident, bold like you had come to expect from Jack:
âlmk when u want to see what i can do w my tongue ;)â
note: this might just be my magnum opus. this is my favorite thing that i've written in ages. i had toooo much fun with this. ...will write a part 2 when jack DOES show her what he can do with his tongue... maybe paired with another recent request i got about jack's current injury and what he is or is not able to do with his shoulder.
P.S. I'm not married to the title of this. It was kind of just something I threw out there. They do not crash a wedding. Although their behavior is certainly dramatic & would disrupt the wedding.
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Shut Up and Kiss Me | Jeon Jungkook | Epilogue
Summary: Jungkook let's you work on his second single 3D but although he's singing this to girls all over he reminds you that you're the only one he wants
Pairing: Backup Dancer Reader x Idol Jungkook (f2l they're honestly crackheads I love them)
Word Count: 4.7K~ (barely edited per usual lmao)
Warnings: Explicit language and smuuttt (he's so hot ya'll I can't)
a/n: Kay this took me ling enough to get out but I figured it was about time since the main story hit 1K notes!!! Like what??? Ya'll are actually insane! Thank you so much and I hope you like the epilogue as much as you liked the first part đ«Ł
p.s. This takes place partially during the 3D dance practice video so yeah I hope ya'll enjoy đ„°
Be sure to read Shut Up and Kiss Me first đ
"Alright guys go ahead and take a break. Jungkook can you come here for a second?" the choreographer calls out.
"Y/n" Nari whispers, right in my ear scaring me half to death making me place my hand over my heart to ground myself. "Don't do that!" I whisper scream at her. "Not my fault you're staring girly I said your name like three times" she teases and I scoff before walking over to grab my water bottle.
"Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?" I say cocking a brow at her after taking a drink of water. "You are but you also have to remember that your boyfriend is Jungkook and not everyone here knows that" she says, scolding me and bringing me back to reality.
"Hey" Jungkook says, jogging up to us. "What did he want?" I ask, nodding my head towards the head choreographer for this song. "Well..." he says rubbing the back of his neck. "Well what?" I ask, scared that theres something wrong.
"Well they wanted to tell me everyone is doing a great job and the formations are solid but..." he trails off again. "Jeon Jungkook if you trail off like that one more time I'm gonna have a heart attack now tell me what's wrong?" I scold, waiting for his answer.
"They said that we had good chemistry while we were dancing together" he starts off and I let out a breath, glad that it wasn't something major. "But maybe too much chemistry. They think it looks obvious that we're dating with the way we're interacting with each other verses the rest of the dancers" he says and grabs my water bottle out of my hand and starts chugging it nervously.
"Really?" I cringe, loving the fact that we show clear chemistry but also hating the fact that I haven't blended in like a background dancer should. "Yeah they kinda just told me to tone it down and asked me to tell you the same" he says, handing me my now empty water bottle, cringing as well at the notes that they had given.
"Well alright then I guess I'll try my best" I say, shaking my arms and legs real quick to physically shake off the pressure I had felt growing. "Yeah I will too" he says, nodding his head and smiling at my actions.
"What are you smiling at?" I ask, eyes narrowing, a playful scowl written all over my face. "You look cute when you're nervous" he compliments with a crooked smile and I roll my eyes, scoffing at his words.
Once I hear the choreographer call out to everyone to come back and I start to make my way over Jungkook grabs me by my wrist and pulls me back towards him making me fall on his chest. "What are yo-" I start but he kisses me right on the lips and dips me real quick causing all the dancers to gasp and cheer us on.
"Alright you two that's enough" the choreographer scold and Jungkook breaks the kiss and steadies me on my feet again. I take a deep breath, my breath literally being taken away from how sudden that was and how embarrassed I am on top of it.
He rests his forehead on mine and lets out a dry chuckle before I wack him on the bicep which happens to be on full display today with his white muscle shirt on. "Why did you do that?" I whisper scream to him, looking around at all the eyes that have started to trickle away from us and listen to the instructions for the next run through.
"Just because he said we couldn't show too much chemistry while we're dancing doesn't mean that we can't do it while we're not" he smirk, placing a kiss on the back of my hand before running over to the group that's gathered in the middle of the practice room.
I shake my head at him and make my way over on my own, wiping my lips to take away his messy saliva he left on them and when he sees me do so he pouts a bit before looking turning his attention to where it once was.
"What just happened?" Nari whispers when I walk up next to her. "Don't look at me, Jungkook did it. He said something about they said we were showing too much chemistry while dancing but we can when we're not. I don't know something like that" I mumble and she nods her head and goes quiet for a second to listen but breaks her silence again.
"You know all of us had to sign new NDAs today right?" she says and I turn to look at her, my brows scrunched together in confusion. "Really? But why didn't I have to?" I question and she laughs at the same time that the choreographer tells us to get in starting position.
"We signed them so that they made sure we would keep our mouths shut about you two" she winks and the two of us and two other of the girls line up behind Jungkook to get in formation, waiting for the music to start.
"You're kidding me right?" I whisper and she shakes her head, "Your name was on it and everything. They even highlighted it since you guys are the newest idol couple. Well a couple that includes an idol" she says, clarifying her wording unnecessarily.
"Okay I get it I get it" I say, and cover my face with both of my hands in embarrassment. No wonder everyone had been giving me weird looks today.
As Jungkook's voice blares through the speakers Nari and I compose ourselves and wait for our parts.
"I can't touch you through the phone" Jungkook starts, getting into his idol mindset and I get weak in the knees like I always do but take a deep breath and remember to maintain chemistry with him but not too much...
"When there's two dimensions..." he says and our eyes lock when we step into each other. 'He's so fucking hot' is the only thing I can process, my body on autopilot, following muscle memory and willing myself to stop thinking about him.
"So if you're ready, and if you let me" 'Trust me I've let him' I think, my mind wandering to the places I've let him- "See it, in motion, in 3D" he sings, his voice going in and out of my head as I follow the steps along with everyone else.
'Okay why don't I just focus on the other dancers? Yeah make sure our formations look well and our moves are in sync' I think to myself and go along with that.
"Body to body to body to body to body" comes through next and I push on his right shoulder while one of the others girls pushes on his left and I look at the way he's grabbing onto him, definitely a lot harder than she needs to me and I annoyingly take note of it.
"You give me brand new emotion, you got me drinkin' that potion" he says and I hold onto his shoulder while we all do this hip thrust thing. I don't know what the choreographer was thinking when he gave the girls this kind of a move but alright. Being next to him and holding onto his while he does it tho is um...well let's just say the flashbacks are a lot more vivid this time.
"I just wanna see you like that see you like that..." 'God I swear why did I start focusing on the other dancers? Now all I can think about are the girls and everything that goes along with this song and how Jungkook's voice and music dictates our every movement.
"'Cause you know how I like it girl" 'Yes Jungkook, I know how you like it, and you know how I like it. When is this song gonna be over? This is honestly some sick form of torture at this point. You know what, lemme just look at the staff, yeah the staff will be more or less harmless right?'.
When I look towards the staff though my eye catch Jungkook's in the mirror behind them and it takes everything in me to not stop dead in my tracks.
The look in his eyes is mesmerizing, promises of things we would never say aloud hidden behind that fiery stare and it brings me some form of comfort, knowing that although he's singing this song to women through out the world and with female dancers around him, I'm the only one he's got his eyes on. The one he's singing his song to.
I wonder if the reason he chose this song was because these might've been some of his thoughts and feeling for me when we weren't living in the same city, or weren't even on the same continent. Why do I have to keep on having these thoughts? I swear I'm just digging myself deeper.
"I had one girl, too boring" I hear Jack's voice come through and I roll my eyes, chancing a glare at Jungkook and I see him wince, remembering the scolding I gave him when he showed me the song for the first time.
"Am I not enough for you? Too boring?" I fumed. It was on a day when I had been feeling a little insecure to begin with and when he told me he had another song I had been excited to listen because he was excited to show me.
"Baby that Jack's verse, I swear I don't feel like that! You know I've loved you since I was little! I promise!" he pleads and I just end up giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the night but I let him cling to me and he apologized over and over again.
"We already asked him to rewrite his lyrics a few times and I felt bad asking him again" he says, placing his chin on my shoulder and arms wrapped around my waist, being positively attached to my hip.
I turn around to face him, still with his arms wrapped around my waist to make sure he's being honest with me.
"You sure you don't mean that?" I say, glaring up at him and he nods, the poutiest lips and the saddest doe eyes I've ever seen are granted to me along with his response. "Okay" I say, cupping his face and he closes his eyes leaning into my touch before I tap him twice on the cheek.
"Hey" he whines, scrunching his brows together, a new flavor of a pout on his face. "Just make sure that any more features you have on this album young man have to do with monogamy, you got that?" I say pointedly and he nods his head up and down violently.
"I promise! I'll make sure to tell the producers" he says and I hum in response, loving his panicked response. "Why couldn't his verse have been like Latto's?" I groan and try to walk away from him but he pulls me back.
"And what might you mean by that princess?" he says, taking on a whole new demeanor knowing exactly what I mean based off the explicit lyrics. "How they more or less kinda sorta are based off of a true story" I mumble, looking down at where he's pressed our bodies together and dying to get rid of these clothes already.
"Yeah? Which part? Maybe I should make sure it's completely based off of a true story hm?" he says, his hands slowly trailing his hands down from my waist grab my ass, pulling me even closer if possible.
I lean my head against his chest getting shy at the thought that he's keep his promise and he laughs at the cute gesture mixed with the explicit words that garnered this reaction.
"Is my girl getting embarrassed?" he taunts, placing a kiss on top of my head but still making no moves to take his hands off my ass. I whine and he laughs again and lets up, leaning back to try and catch my gaze.
"You know I love you right?" he asks and I hide my face even more, making sure he can't see how red it's gotten. I nod my head and mumble out a muffled 'love you too' but he's not satisfied by my answer and starts walking us backwards, the back of my knees hit the couch and as a result has me not so gracefully falling onto it.
"Since you're too embarrassed to say that you love me it guess I'll just have to make you scream it instead" he says leaving me biting my lip, my heart rate skyrocketing when he comes closer...
'So if you're ready, and if you let me, I wanna see it in motion in 3D' blares through the speaker one last time at the end of the song, all of the dancers going on with the choreography and Jungkook looking back at us, at me and he knows what's on my mind and smirks through the lyrics and I know I'm an absolute goner once we're alone together.
Why do all of these songs have to be so sexual? Every single time we're done with practice or he finishes up his own rehearsals it seems as though he can't wait to be alone with me. Not that I'm complaining but how can one man contain this much stamina.
When Latto said 'Seven days a week, Seven different sheets, Seven different angles I can be your fantasy' she really hit it right on the head.
'You know how I like it girl, 3D' finally closes out the song and everyone stops, panting in effort to catch our breaths can be heard throughout the room and a few of us dramatically fall to the floor in an effort to ground ourselves, including Jungkook.
"Alright everyone that's a wrap. We'll see you guys bright and early Monday morning with one last rehearsal before we fly out to film the music video. Thank you very much and get some rest because we've got a long week ahead of us" the choreographer says and we all clap for each other and get ready to grab our stuff to go.
Jungkook comes over and gives me a hand to help me up and I take it right away, not even having to put in any effort with him putting in all the work to get me back on my feet. "You done for the day?" I ask, seeing that look in his eye, knowing exactly what's bound to happen and as soon as he's about to open his mouth one of the staff members calls him over again.
"Meet me in my studio, this shouldn't take long" he whispers in my ear leaving me shuddering as he leaves me, not giving me even a second to answer before he's jogging over to said staff.
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go home together but it looks like you've got other plans" Nari says, scaring me again for what is it the third time today? I look at her and she knows the answer already, rolling her eyes and placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Just don't get pregnant" she says, louder than I'd care to admit. "Nari!" I scold and she laughs, causing our little conversation to catch Jungkook's eye, granting me a wink in response but quickly switching back to a more professional demeanor.
"I'll see you later" she sings and I groan before picking up my dance bag and heading towards the locker rooms to shower. I'm thankful that they have these for us because I would hate to have to deal with being disgustingly sweaty just waiting for him to come back.
~~~~~
Once I finish up I make my way to Jungkook's studio where I see him sitting at his desk, hair still dripping a bit while he towel dries it a bit more.
"Thought I told you to wait here for me" he teases, draping the small towel around his neck before getting up to walk towards me, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me in to kiss him. I hum into the kiss, loving moments like these where we can openly be ourselves again.
"Didn't know how long they were gonna keep you so I took my time in there" referring to said shower and he kisses me again before taking my bag off my shoulder and throwing his towel in the little laundry basket by the door.
"Looks like you're gonna need another one soon though" he says, turning around and stalking towards me leaving me walking backwards until I stupidly back into his desk. "Is that a threat?" I ask, taking us back to that morning after.
"Thought by now you would know that I always keep my promises" he says and places his hand on my jaw, putting me at just the right angle to kiss me.
He starts slow, full of the longing and desire he had shown me when he was looking at me through that mirror and deepening the kiss, making me fall further and further into him.
Trailing my hands up his chest I bring them up to wrap my arm around his neck, trapping him against my lips while I use the other to run my fingers through his hair, making my nails drag along his scalp and pull at his locks just how he likes it leaving him groaning into the kiss.
"Tell me what you were thinking about during rehearsal" he says, pulling away from my lips before kissing me one last time and the trailing his lips down my neck. "I wasn't thinking about anything" I gasp when he bites down on my collarbone in response.
"Don't lie to me, I saw the way your eyes glossed over and how flustered you got when I finally caught your eye. Baby was having flashbacks wasn't she?" he teases, trailing his hands under the shirt I'm wearing which happens to be his.
I whimper when his hands cup my breasts, the warmth of his skin seeping through the pitiful excuse for a bra and he pinches one of my nipples as a punishment for not telling him the truth.
"I was thinking about you" I gasp, feeling him smiling against my skin before leaning back and pulling up my shirt a little, waiting for me to give him the go ahead by lifting up my arms which I do right away, used to having done this time and time again in his studio.
"Care to elaborate?" he asks cocking a brow at me, leaving me rubbing my thighs together giving him clear answers as to what I had been thinking of.
"Remembering that you know how I like it? Perhaps the champagne confetti you know you give me every time? Rain rain rain you can't fake it?" he says, trailing his hand down and pressing a finger against my center, already feeling how wet I am for him.
"Seems like she's already soaking wet isn't she" he says, trailing his hand up towards the drawstring on my sweats and tugging them as a plea to take them off. I hop off the desk and he immediately helps me out of them, smiling at the small wet stain that's been left on them before setting me up on his desk again, totally bare with only my bra on which is new and incredibly sheer him having just noticed since it's the last thing that's keeping me from being fully exposed.
I bring hands to my back to unclasp it but he tells me to leave it on. "It looks so pretty on you. Wanna fuck you in it" he growls into my ear before leaning back and ridding himself of his clothing and smashing his lips up against mine, having become even more needy if possible while scanning my body and taking off his clothes.
"Been thinking about this all day. Wish I could fuck you in here all the time. Can't even work properly in here. Just thinking about how I've fucked you everywhere in this room" he says, driving me to insanity while he drags his dick up and down my slit, making me dizzy from the stimulating but needing more to satiate this hunger he's built up in me.
"Jungkook please, do something" I plead, remembering the fact that this room is soundproof meaning I can be as loud as I want in here which is another reason why he loves having sex in here. He tells me he that sometimes he wishes it wasn't though. Says he wants the whole company to know how he makes good on his word and is fucking me right.
"Needy little thing now aren't you" he says, holding back his need to be buried balls deep in me in favor of making me beg some more. I scoot my hips forward and pull him closer in an effort to do it myself but he gives me absolutely no power over the situation.
"Gotta stretch you out" he mumbles against my lips and replaces his dick with his fingers, dragging it along my folds to get some of my slick on it to make it easier to slide in and after playing why clit a little and gaining breathy whimpers from me in response he slides a finger in, drawing circles along my clit in an effort to help me relax.
He does a quick job of it but makes sure to be gentle nonetheless while prepping me for him, needing to me inside me now. As a result he's soon pulling his fingers out of me and placing them in my mouth, distracting me from the fact that seconds later he's pushing into me, leaving me moaning around his fingers.
When I bite down on them from the surprise of him putting it in he hisses from feeling my walls clench around him along with the pain from the bite.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and places both hands on my hips and pull me towards him, slamming the rest of his length inside of me leaving me arching my back and choking out a sob.
He snaps his hips into me over and over again at a fast pace he only settles for in times where he's extremely needy or feeling a need to remind me of who I belong to. The first being the case for this situation.
"Shouldn't have let you work on this project" he grunts while his hands grip my hips even harder, dimpling my skin, bound to leave marks tomorrow.
"Drives me fucking insane seeing you move like that, you know that? Makes it so hard for me to not pop a boner right then and there. Fuck how did I get so lucky?" he growls in my ear, leaving me drowning in the sound of his voice, hearing all the thoughts he's been having this whole time.
"You're lucky I took a chance on the loner" I slur out leaving him slowing his pace so he could look at me properly. "Loner huh?" he smirks and I nod, smirking right back at him. He rolls his eyes and picks up the pace again, leaving me giggling at his reaction but soon I'm moaning his name with ever snap of his hips, all my coherent thought long gone when I'm close to tipping over.
"You've got a smart mouth on you today huh? Just begging to get ruined like always, my girl is never satisfied until she's begging for me to stop. Telling me it's too much. You're so fucking adorable when you cry like that. Fuck I wish I cou-" "Shut Up" I choke out, cutting him off by smashing my lips against his, not being able to handle his dirty mouth anymore.
Although I know it's almost impossible for someone to hear us I can't help but want to muffle my moans with his mouth when I cum, making his swallow all of them as his hips stutter and my orgasm triggers him leaving his slowing down, changing his pace to one that more lazy but just as deep, fucking us both through our highs before he pulls out making me whine as the loss of contact.
Maybe I am insatiable, maybe I'm completely lost in him. Not just because of who he is or what he does to me but just because he's him. Someone that I want to spend my life with and although I've felt like that for a long time I'm sure the freshly fucked mindset I have right now is the reason these feelings have come to the front again.Â
He rests his forehead against mine and focuses on cleaning me up with a clean towel he had somehow gotten when I was lost in a daze and walks away, cleaning himself up quickly and throwing some sweats on. Â
Once he's done and throws yet another towel in the basket he walks back over to me and kisses me. Over and over and over again whispering sweet nothings between every kiss and I swear I could never ask for someone more perfect in my entire life.Â
"You okay?" he asks, pulling me off the desk and holding onto my hips, keeping me on my feet when my knees buckle once I make contact with the floor. "Yeah I'm, yeah I'm fine" I say, embarrassed by stumbling even though for the most part I always end up like this after we fuck.Â
"Did a number on you huh?" he smirks, guiding me over to the couch to rest after having helped me into thankfully another fresh change of clothes I had in my dance bag with me. "Shut up" I grumble and flop down onto it, laying down and he chuckles before laying down and putting his full weight on top of me.Â
I groan and hit him on the shoulders, hoping to get him off of me but he just laughs in response. "I swear you're trying to kill me" I say through labored breaths, but he thankfully alters his position so he's still on top of me but distributes some of his weight elsewhere.Â
"No, I just love you that's all" he says, propping his chin on my chest and looking at me as if I hung the stars for him. "I love you too weirdo" I say, ruffling his hair when he pouts at me words, feigning offense.
 "First I'm a loner and now I'm a weirdo? You hurt me with your words" he whines, placing his hands on his chest right over where his heart is. "You are a weirdo" I say, sitting back up and cupping his face turning it towards me. "But you're my weirdo" I whisper, placing my forehead against his and rubbing my nose up against his, giving him eskimo kisses.Â
"We need to get home" he says standing up and grabbing my hand to hoist me up as well. "Wait, why?" I ask, questioning his urgency and also getting a fluttering feeling when he call his place home as if we lived there together.Â
"You're too cute to fuck just once today and I wanna spoil you" he says, kissing me and making me lose myself in him again. When he pulls away I laugh as I watch him clean up everything and grab both of our bags to carry out and when I try to reach to take mine from him he refuses.Â
"Least I can do for my girl after that champagne confetti is carry her bag" he teases and drags me out of the studio before I'm able to scold him properly. "Jeon Jungkook you better watch yourself" I growl and he laughs, thoroughly pleased with himself.Â
"I'd rather see you, in motion, in 3D" he says pulling me into the elevator and pressing G for garage while I push him against the wall once the doors close. "Feisty are we? Thought I took care of that back there" he taunts.Â
"Just shut up and kiss me" I mumble against his lips and he switches roles, turning me around and pressing me against it instead. "You're gonna get yourself into trouble you know that?" he says between kisses, gripping onto my hips and pulling them flush up against his, showing me how hard he still is.Â
"I counting on it" I say and we laugh before he kisses me breathless, the elevator taking us, down down down, each moment bringing us closer to my demise. Knowing tonight will leave me completely shattered, but luckily I've got him to pick up the pieces.
The End
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'cause when you know, you know | cl16
pairing(s): charles leclerc x fem!reader
content warning(s): mentions of drinking
word count: 708
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"this is who i was talking about! charles leclerc, you know, the racing driver i mentioned?"
reluctantly, he looked up from the drink in his hands to introduce himself to you. in all honesty, the first half of the season had been tougher on him than usual and he just wanted to be left alone.
that plan was derailed the moment his eyes landed on you.
as he took you in he failed to notice your outstretched hand, waiting for his.
idiot.
it wasn't his fault you looked like an angel in that white dress which seemed to hug your body perfectly, your skin glowing in the warm sunset and eyes twinkling much like the fairy lights illuminating the rooftop. it's almost as if a switch was flicked in him and all the fatigue left his body at the sight of you.
he was definitely in trouble.
"nice to meet you. i hope he hasn't told you too many stories about me." was all he was able to get out while still in a daze.
"nice to meet you too. don't worry, he's only told me the good ones!"
you even had the voice of an angel.
the conversation flowed easily with the steady stream of drinks from the bar. at some point near the beginning of your conversation, your mutual friend had abandoned you, leaving the both of you to lean against the wall in a secluded corner. neither of you minded though, as you spent hours learning almost everything about each other from your careers and families to your favourite dishes and childhood pets. somehow, you had managed to ignore everyone else at the party and stay by each others side in that corner the entire time. you looked around you only to find out you two were the last ones left up on the quiet roof. not that it mattered; you could've spent lifetimes talking to charles, shoulders pushed together, hands almost touching but jumping apart whenever they got too close, just talking about whatever came to mind.
the sun had long since dipped below the horizon and the moon was now glimmering in the waves. charles took the opportunity to admire you in his slightly drunken state before he lost the little confidence he had suddenly gained.
a cool breeze had come with nightfall and danced through your hair as you gazed at the sea through lidded eyes. the moon reflected on your face like a spotlight, magnifying your beauty to him. it felt like the universe was giving him a sign, screaming at him to not let you slip away. even if he wanted to ignore the universe, he couldn't. not when he had already felt himself falling the second he saw you and lost all common sense. a permanent, dopey smile rested on your mouth while you nursed the last remainders of your drink. whether you were smiling because of him or the several drinks you had he didn't know, but he certainly hoped it was the former (it was).
he had just met you a few hours ago but in that instant he knew this would be the story he would tell your all your friends and families over and over again until they could repeat it from memory. he could see it all so clearly.
they would ask how he knew you were the one and he would recount this exact moment, where you weren't even really paying him any attention and instead opting to stare out into the endless sea. they wouldn't understand but when they did and they wondered if they've found the one, he would be there to tell them that if you really have to ask yourself, then they aren't the one. because when you know, you know.
"what are you thinking about?" you had realised the silence had stretched on for much longer than what felt normal.
"hmm?"
despite charles drinking several glasses of liquid courage, he still couldn't form a proper sentence around you.
"i said, what are you thinking about? you look very, concentrated."
"nothing, don't worry."
"whatever you say."
he studied your features once more before shaking his head and smiling to himself.
"come on, it's late. let me walk you back."
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