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sunny44 · 2 days

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Bye bye binky!!

Pairing: Lando Norris x Mom!Fem! Reader

Warnings: none I guess and English is not my first language

Summary: You and Lando are trying to get rid of your daughter’s binky.

The Norris household was in constant motion as always. Lyla, at two years old, was a curious and energetic child, always running from one side to the other, dragging her toys and, of course, her inseparable pacifier.

For Lando and me, the mission to get her to stop using the pacifier was becoming a saga.

Lando was sitting at the kitchen table, looking pensively at a list of methods we had thought of.

“What else can we try? It seems like we’ve done everything.”

I stopped washing the dishes and sighed, looking at him.

“I think we’ve tried all the possible advice. Let’s review?” Lando picked up the list and started reading.

“First, we tried the pacifier fairy approach.”

The Pacifier Fairy

One quiet night, Lyla was getting ready for bed. I sat next to her with a storybook.

“Lyla, did you know there’s a pacifier fairy?” I said excitedly as she looked at me curiously.

“A pacifier fairy?”

“Yes,” I replied. “She visits big boys and girls and takes their pacifiers to babies who need them. In return, she leaves a special gift.”

Lyla’s eyes sparkled. “A gift?”

“That’s right. How about leaving your pacifier under the pillow tonight?”

Lyla hesitated but ended up placing the pacifier under the pillow. The next morning, she found a small new toy in place of the pacifier, but the magic didn’t last. When night came, Lyla cried for the pacifier, and Lando and I ended up giving it back to her.

The Reward Calendar

The second attempt involved a colorful calendar on the fridge. Each day Lyla went without the pacifier, she would get a star sticker. After a week, she would get a big prize.

“Lyla, look how many stars you’ve already earned!” Lando said, pointing to the calendar.

Lyla smiled proudly.

“Wow, and o get a prize?”

“Yes, if you keep it up!” I replied, excited.

But halfway through the week, Lyla had a crying fit so intense that we had to give in again, giving her the pacifier.

The Substitution

Trying a new method, we decided to buy several toys and stuffed animals to offer as new comfort items for her.

“Look, Lyla, a new teddy bear!” I said, showing the brown teddy bear.

Lyla took the teddy bear but quickly dropped it and went back to the pacifier.

“I want my binky, Mommy.”

We tried various different toys, but nothing seemed to offer the same comfort as the pacifier for Lyla.

The Gradual Approach

We decided to adopt a gradual approach.

“Let’s limit the use of the pacifier to just bedtime,” suggested Lando.

“Good idea,” I agreed. “That way, she can get used to it slowly.”

During the day, we put the pacifier away and distracted Lyla with games and activities. However, each night, the separation was met with tears and whining. Once again, we found ourselves giving the pacifier to calm her down.

The Distraction Tactic

The last attempt involved constant distractions. Whenever Lyla asked for the pacifier, we offered some fun activity.

“Let’s paint a picture, Lyla?” I suggested, holding a set of watercolors.

For a while, this worked, but Lyla soon began to insist on the pacifier, even in the middle of activities.

Lando sighed as he finished reading the list.

“None of this worked.”

I approached him, placing my hand on Lando’s shoulder.

“I think it’s time to try something new. Something that will really make Lyla want to say goodbye to the pacifier on her own.”

And that’s how we came up with the balloon idea. The hope was that by turning the farewell into a celebration, Lyla would better accept the change. With a final sigh of determination, Lando and I prepared for the final attempt.

“Tomorrow morning I’ll go out to buy donuts for breakfast, which she loves, and the balloon. Then we’ll do it,” Lando said, and I agreed, finishing organizing the kitchen so we could go to bed.

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The morning sun lit up our house, and the day was perfect for a celebration. Lando and I were sitting on the floor, surrounded by toys and building blocks. Lyla was beside us, firmly holding her pacifier. We had already planned everything. I arranged the donuts on a tray so that when she let go and the pacifier was gone, she would have something she loved to eat and perhaps help her forget.

“Lyla, look!” Lando said, kneeling beside our daughter. “How about we send your binky to the sky? So it can travel around and see new places.”

Lyla looked at the balloon and then at the pacifier, holding it even tighter.

“Daddy, I like my binky.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Lando replied softly, stroking Lyla’s hair. “But you’re a big girl now. And big girls don’t need a binky, right? Besides, it’ll be so much fun to watch the balloon fly!”

Lyla hesitated, but the idea of seeing the balloon rise seemed interesting. Finally, she let go of the pacifier and allowed Lando to tie it to the balloon. Lando handed the balloon to Lyla and smiled.

“Ready to let go, Lyla?” Lyla held the balloon with both hands, her eyes fixed on it.

“Ready.”

With one last look of hesitation, she let go of the balloon. We watched as it slowly rose higher and higher into the blue sky. For a moment, everything seemed fine, but then Lyla looked like she was about to cry—we could see her lips trembling. But then Lando and I started jumping and shouting with joy.

“Woohoo! Bye-bye, binky!” shouted Lando, raising his arms.

“You did it, Lyla! How amazing!” I shouted, clapping.

Lyla looked at her parents, surprised by their reaction. Slowly, a smile began to form on her face. She stood up and started jumping too, imitating her parents.

“Woohoo! Bye-bye, binky!” she repeated, laughing.

We continued to jump and laugh together, our joy spreading to Lyla. Gradually, she forgot about the pacifier and focused on the fun of the moment.

After a few minutes, we stopped to catch our breath, still laughing. Lando picked Lyla up and hugged her.

“I’m so proud of you, Lyla. You are very brave.” I joined the hug, kissing Lyla’s forehead.

“You did something amazing today, sweetheart. We are very happy.”

Lyla smiled, feeling proud.

“Does this mean I’m a big girl now?”

“Yes, you are,” Lando agreed, stroking her head.

After a few minutes, we went inside to eat the donuts and celebrate that we had finally said goodbye to the pacifier.

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“Bye Bye Lyla’s binky”

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astroph1les · 1 day

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sleepovers & impressions | e.e

summary: you and emily’s relationship is growing beautifully but there’s two obstacles at the moment: she has to meet your bestfriend and win her over and you have to successfully have your first sleepover with her without being an awkward mess.

part one | part two | part three

pairing: emily engstler x fem!reader

contains: nothing but fluff to the max!

word count: 3.4K

a/n: this shouldn’t have take me as long as it did but here you guys go! i’m really loving this little series <3 special thank you to @girlokwhatever i love YOU she read this for me to make sure it was good! this is the last thing for emily i’ll be posting this week due to the strike so please please SPREAD AWARENESS ABOUT PALESTINE! there is a GENOCIDE HAPPENING IN PALESTINE.

You were smitten.

Delilah was rubbing it in your face like it was nobody’s business but you were head over heels for Emily. For the past month, the two of you were going on dates at least twice a week. She even dropped by while you were at work to ‘browse the poetry section’ but you knew that meant so that she could sneak a few kisses in before she had to zoom to practice.

Even your coworkers were starting to notice your more happy-go-lucky attitude ever since you and Emily began dating.

Weirdly enough, her being in the WNBA wasn’t a problem for you. She told you about the away games and how that was something that got in the way with her past relationships. You were quick to assure her that you are 100% supportive of her career.

No, the only thing that really made you anxious about your relationship at the moment was her sleeping over.

Oh, and meeting Delilah.

You’ve had to physically hold her back with your foot every time Emily dropped you off at your apartment because you just weren't ready yet. Sleeping over at each other’s places for the first time hasn’t been a line that you’ve crossed yet. It was strangely intimate for you.

Your apartment was a direct reflection of who you are.

But as much as you were avoiding it, Emily was staying over tonight — with no peer pressure from Delilah, that’s for damn sure. You called her after practice the day before to ask her if she wanted to.

She agreed and now you actually had to follow through.

“How far have y’all gone in bed?” Delilah asked as she was stirring the creamy pasta that was for tonight’s dinner.

You nearly dropped the pan of garlic knots at your best friend's forward question.

“Oh my god, I am not telling you that.” You shake your head as you place the hot tray on a cooling rack, removing your Shrek themed oven mitts once you did.

“What? Come on. You don’t have to go in detail. I’m just wondering. It’s been a month.” Delilah hummed, tucking a piece of her long, bright strawberry hair behind her ear.

“You really want to know?” You ask her, hooking the mitts back onto the inside of one of your cabinets.

Delilah spun around, staring at you with her wide blue eyes.

“Yes, hello? Tell me,” she snatches her glass of diet Coke off of the table, holding it up to her lips.

You clear your throat, brushing your flyaways out of your face.

“We haven’t done anything… sexual.” You avoid eye-contact with her, messing with a dish towel.

Delilah stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not you were joking. When you simply stared back, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment, her eyes widened.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, the most we’ve done is a hot make out with, like, a little bit of ass grabbing and hickies,” you admit, wondering if it was obvious how flustered you were getting from just talking about the slight intimacy you’ve experienced being with Emily.

Delilah snorted as she glanced at the fading one on your neck.

“Trust me. I can see that,” she took a sip of her drink, smiling behind her can.

You grab the dish towel to smack her arm, maniacal laughter leaving her lips.

“I’m nervous, okay?” You said through your own laughter, covering your face with your free hand.

“Is it also because she who shall not be named because she’s a manipulative cunt?” Delilah stared at you with raised brows.

You wanted to say no but your past relationship, even having ended a year ago, left a detrimental mark on your psyche. You wanted to move on and let yourself enjoy what was growing between you and Emily.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. Em should be coming soon,” you shake your head, setting the dish towel back in its rightful place.

“Em?” She repeated with a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Oh my god, enough. Are you going to be nice and act like an adult when she gets here?” You double check with your best friend, wiping your sweaty palms on your pant leg.

You hoped your outfit was good: a simple white fitted tank top, a pair of flare yoga pants and some fluffy socks since you were just inside of your own place. Delilah was sporting a dark gray knitted crew neck with a pair of white pajama pants decorated with red and pink hearts, matching you with her own fluffy socks.

“Yes, I’ll be nice. I won’t mention how I maced your ex as much as I would love to threaten her.” Delilah grinned, checking on her pasta.

“Please don’t.” You point a stern finger at her, sighing out.

Delilah held her hands up in defense before putting the stove on low heat to keep the pasta nice and warm. You make sure everything is placed neatly at you and Delilah’s cozy dining table, double checking everything was in its correct place. Before you could move anything, you hear a few knocks on your door. You and Delilah give each glance before you walk over to the door, unlocking it and pulling open the door.

There stood Emily in a plain white tee with mocha brown cardigan over it with a pair of matching sweats. She had her hair with two braids tied into a ponytail with a cutest smile on her face.

“Hi, Em. Come in,” you match her smile, leaning up to place a kiss on her lips.

“Hi, you look cozy,” she chuckled as she gave you a gentle hug, her palm lingering on your lower back. “It smells amazing in here.”

“That’s all Delilah’s cooking. I am shit at it,” you motion to the kitchen where Delilah stood, leaning against the island in your kitchen.

Emily chuckled at your words, walking over to the kitchen to greet Delilah with a handshake. Delilah glanced over at you before taking Emily’s hand in yours, a kind smile on her face.

“Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Emily smiled back at Delilah.

“Same with you. You’re all I hear about now,” Delilah made sure to tilt her head at you teasingly,

Emily looked at you with a surprised glint in her soft brown eyes, your face heating up at the attention being drawn back to you.

”Alright, I think we should eat now.” You interrupt before Delilah can spill everything you’ve ever said about Emily to her face.

“What? I want to hear all these you’ve said about me since clearly, I’m all you talk about now,” Emily teased, raising her brows and folding her arms over her chest.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Delilah added, shrugging her shoulders and taking another long sip of her diet Coke.

“I think, personally, dinner sounds amazing.”

“We’ll discuss her later when she uses the bathroom,” Delilah says in a hushed tone towards Emily before sending you one more teasing glance.

You felt tense; not being able to tell if she was joking or not. You were scared to leave them alone together.

Emily seemed to notice your change in attitude and leaned into you, bumping her shoulder with yours. You turn your head to her, tilting your head up to bump hers back. You place a kiss on her cheek before motioning towards the table. Delilah’s back was turned as she stirred the pasta a bit to spread the warmth around.

“I set your place for you. Feel free to grab as much as you want, Em, okay?” You place a hand on her bicep, nodding towards where Delilah was standing.

“Thank you, babe,” Emily placed a soft kiss onto your lips once more before Delilah turned around again to grab her diet Coke.

Emily grabbed her bowl from its place next to your own white wine, walking over to next to Delilah to grab the big pasta ladle from her. She picked up a few scoops to plop onto her plate and asked her to make small talk with Delilah. You could hear them distinctively talking about music and concerts which made you smile.

After you all had gotten your food, you all sat at your cute dining table. Emily had gotten some of the white wine in her cup which you weren't expecting but you guessed since she was sleeping over, it didn’t hurt.

“Delilah, this pasta is seriously incredible. What the hell did you put in this?” Emily groaned as she seemed to be inhaling the noodles.

Delilah grinned behind her own fork, shooting you a knowing look.

“I’m going to be real with you, I eyeball everything every time I cook and I hope for the best.” Delilah snorted as she took a few bites of the pasta. “But thank you. This one over here is a crazy baker though. She makes these delicious banana cinnamon crumble muffins once a month and it’s the best thing I’ve ever had.”

You blush behind your cup of wine as you try not to down it like you usually would if you were eating dinner with Delilah. After the chugging, it would usually turn to you crying over rom-coms and how none of it is real. The usual.

Now you get to slowly drink it like a normal person. Because your girlfriend — you think — is here having the first of hopefully many dinners at your place.

“Have you made them this month yet?” Emily turned to you, her eyes visibly softening when she spoke to you.

“No…” You trail off, looking over at Delilah before turning back to Emily. “I might make them next week.”

“Can I help when you do?” Emily’s eyes lit up excitedly.

You nod with a soft chuckle and turn to Delilah, fake pouting.

“You’re not going to be my sous-chef this time, Del. You’ve been replaced,” you tease as you grab one of Emily’s tattooed hands, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’ve been told I’m a pretty good baker too so sorry,” Emily said in a hushed tone to Delilah before leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek.

Delilah shook her slowly as she repeatedly poked at her pasta before shoving a huge chunk in her mouth. You laugh softly at her expression before digging into the pasta yourself. You could hear her muttering nonsense, probably hateful words as she devoured the rest of her food.

Dinner was short for the most part but you, Emily and Delilah to wind down with some drinks and watch a movie. Emily got up to help you with the dishes since Delilah cooked so she was picking the movie for the evening.

“Does she like me?” Emily whispers to you, turning her head for a moment to see if Delilah was paying attention but she was sitting on the couch, eyes squinted as she scrolled through the selection.

You almost coo at her to stop worrying but you knew Delilah was intimidating and meeting your girlfriend's best friend was twice as intimidating.

“Yeah, I promise you. She thinks you’re very sweet,” you reassure, tilting your head at her.

“Really? Because I’m not going to lie I was terrified the entire time,” Emily chuckled but it seemed more insecure than joyous.

You frown at this as you set the dish you were washing down, drying your hands to give her a hug. Emily welcomed the embrace, drying her own hands to wrap around your torso. She let out a sigh into your temple, kissing the baby hairs there. You could feel her shoulders relax under your palms.

“Thank you for coming, Em. Do you want to… stay the night still?” You carefully ask, rubbing across her shoulders under her cardigan.

A small smile spread onto her face, her hands resting comfortably at your lower hips. You swore her cheeks flushed at your question.

“I would love to, baby.”

You beam up at her, pulling her into a gentle kiss. Your teeth clank for a moment from how giddy you were to have her here in your home.

“Hey! I didn’t turn my back to have you two suck faces. I was giving you privacy to be polite,” Delilah spoke up from the couch, pointing at you and Emily accusingly.

You chuckle against her lips as Emily pulls away to bury her face into your neck, feeling a bit embarrassed. You give her one more kiss to her pale cheek before grabbing her land to lead you both to the couch. You let out a long sigh when you see that Delilah had chosen ‘Thor: Ragnarok’.

“This movie? Again, Del?” You groan, plopping down onto your couch.

Emily followed your movements, resting her arm against the back of the couch. You rest lean into Emily’s warm side, melting into the warmth of her body like you were meant to be there strangely enough.

“I’m sorry? Is there something wrong with this piece of art and absolute bisexual panic of a movie?” Delilah defended with a scoff.

“No, it is amazing but Del, we have seen this movie about 100 times since it got put on Disney Plus.”

Emily shook her head at the two of you arguing like siblings, rubbing your arm up and down gently. After a few minutes of bickering, the movie began to play. All three of you settled down into the soft plush of the cushions. Without even realizing, Luna crawled into Emily’s lap, curling into the comfort of her sweats.

Your heavy eyes drifted to your cat, smiling weakly as Emily’s hand scratched underneath her jaw and the length of her back. Her eyes were locked on the screen, fluttering a bit to show her own exhaustion. You shifted ever so slightly so glance at Delilah who was knocked out, mouth slightly ajar with her diet Coke still in her hand.

You make a mental note to take a photo of her before you head off to bed with Emily.

“Em, I’m feeling a little tired. You wanna…?” You trailed off, sitting upright so you could lean closer.

Emily slowly nodded before rubbing her tired eyes, sitting upright as well. Little Luna scurried off of Emily’s lap, sprinting to your room the moment she shifted.

“Yeah. You got an extra toothbrush?” She stood up, stretching her sore limbs out.

You hum to confirm, motioning for her to follow you to the bathroom. Her socked feet trail behind you as you turn on the yellow shaded light in the restroom, kneeling down underneath the sink to retrieve the multicolored toothbrushes for guests. You handed her a green and purple one, giving her a tired smile.

“Here you go. I’ll put a cap on it so we know that’s yours for next time,” you say without thinking.

Emily takes it from her fingers, tilting her head as she runs the bristles underneath the tap as you do the same with your own toothbrush.

“Next time?” Emily questioned softly, leaning in closer to you as she grabbed the tube of toothpaste.

“I would hope so,” you blush as you hold your toothbrush to her.

She applies some toothpaste to yours before her own, setting it back down in its rightful place. As you both begin to brush your teeth, it felt so natural to be standing here beside her, sleep etched into your eyes.

After doing your own night routine — with Emily lingering and watching you the whole time — you both made your way to your bedroom. Emily scanned the layout as soon as she entered your bedroom.

“Oh, um, I can turn around if you need to change,” Emily looked at you as she tensely stood near the door of your room.

“I don’t mind if you don’t. It’s just my underwear,” you shrug, not really thinking much of it.

You took off your yoga pants first, your seamless lace hip-huggers on display. Emily glanced but looked away as she clasped her palms behind her back as she made her way around your room. If she was being honest with herself, she just wanted to be respectful to you.

You tried to change as quickly as possible, wanting to be in Emily’s arms again. With your oversized graphic tee on and a pair of Super Mario sleeping shorts.

“Oh, shit. I don’t have anything for you to sleep in, Em.” You sigh, turning to Emily who was examining a poster of ‘10 Things I Hate about You’.

Emily turns around to face you, a small smile when she sees your sleepwear. She couldn’t believe how beautiful you are naturally.

“That’s okay. I can just sleep in my briefs and shirt, if that’s okay with you?” Emily shrugged her shoulders, motioning to your bed.

You nod slowly then rapidly as you try to be as casual as possible. You always felt like she could feel every nerve that was exuding from your pores. Emily removed her cardigan and hung it on the back of the door and removed her sweats to reveal her colorful inked leg; a tattoo you had never seen before.

You didn’t have the energy to ask about it as you honestly were on the brink of collapsing onto the mattress.

“Can you turn off the lights? I’ll be right back. I have to make sure that Delilah gets to her bed.”

Emily nodded and flicked the switch off, giving you a kiss on the lips before pointing to your bed.

“I’ll be here. If I’m asleep when you get back, I’m sorry. Practice is catching up to me today,” Emily laid down on the bed comfortably, eyes already fluttering when she rested her head on your pillows.

You smile in admiration at her sleepy figure and trot to the living room to see Delilah still in her sleeping position. You snap a quick photo on your camera before gently taking her diet Coke from her palm which jolted her awake. A snort from her slumber woke her up, wiping her tired eyes with the back of her hand.

“What happened?” Delilah groggily asked, smacking her lips together.

“You fell asleep and me and Em are going to bed. I wanted to make sure you wake up so you sleep on your bed and won’t get a crick in your neck like the last time,” you whisper to her, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Awww, you love me,” Delilah grinned tiredly up at you, stretching her arms upwards. “Emily is probably the best girlfriend you’ve ever had, by the way. I feel she’s good for you, babe.”

Did that make you feel ten times more at ease about your relationship? Yeah, as embarrassing as it is. She was your best friend. She knew your soul; inside and out and you trusted her with your entire life.

“I’m glad, Del. I love you.” You murmur to her as you lean down to give her as strong a hug as you could muster in your fatigued state.

“I love you to death, you know this,” Delilah yawned against your ear with a soft sigh.

You squeeze her once more before patting her on top of her head. You trudged back to your room, shutting the door behind you with a soft click. Just as Emily had warned you, she was sound asleep in your bed, arms crossed in front of her. You sneakily take a photo hoping it wasn’t too weird before setting your phone aside to charge on your bedside table.

You take your place right beside her, snuggling underneath the sheets and silently admiring how peaceful she looked while she slept. Emily seemed to have sensed that you were in bed as she turned her body towards yours, reaching her arm to drape around your torso. You gradually move more into her warmth, snuggling into the pillows.

“Everything okay?” Emily hums tiredly, her thumbs caressing your hip underneath your shirt.

“Yeah. It’s all good,” you whisper, ignoring the chills that were crawling down your back.

“Hey, I know this is very late to ask but I’ve been putting it off for too long,” Emily cleared her throat, finding your eyes through the moonbeams piercing through the windows. “Do you want to come to my next game? I want you to be there.”

You craned your neck to give her a soft kiss, cupping her face gently.

“I would love to go to your game, Em.”

She placed a few more lazy pecks to your lips, her arms tugging you even more into her embrace. As you allowed your affections to die down, sleep took over your subconscious and you and Emily fell asleep in each other's embrace with a sense of belonging and comfort.

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chunghasweetie · 14 hours

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Haiii i've never submitted a request so bare with me.

What do you think about a criminal jk who's been in prison for over a year (don't know what crime u can pick honestly) him and y/n are in a established relationship and she's been waiting all this time for him to get out. Anyway he comes home and yk.. i'm sure you can get the rest ;)

𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x criminal!jjk

— summary | (sorry it took so long!🩷) jungkook’s been locked up for 4 years and he’s finally back to see you !

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

unprotected sex, cursing, praising, daddy kink, dirty talk, crying, fluff(?)

— word count | 3.5k words

— song suggestion | wrong in the right way — chris brown

It was his first night freed from his 4 year jail sentence. After having a buddy drop off his car on the way to her, he was finally there.

Locked up for assault and battery and countless other charges he was finally free and finally able to see his woman again.

His tatted, muscular body stood at her doorstep, “Fuck,” He exhaled, taking a drag from his cigarette.

He was anxious to see her after endless phone calls and letters for years. He surprised her a day early. He finally stopped thinking about it and knocked at her door.

“Coming!” She hurried down the stairs, not expecting any guests at that hour.

She was in her pajama outfit, hair lightly curled and her face bare beside some eye brightener.

She opened the door, and she had almost gone into shock.

She came to a full body pause, color practically draining from her face when she seen him. “J-Jungkook!”

Jungkook's eyes softened at the sight of her, seeing the tears. He stepped forward, grabbing her in a tight embrace.

“I missed you so fucking much Y/n.” He mumbled into her hair. His hands ran up and down her back, holding her close.

She sobbed, “You bastard! Why didn’t you let me know you got out early?! I would’ve picked you up, done my makeup better, took you to dinner—“ She rambled.

Jungkook pulled back, gazing down at her with a smirk.

“Because I wanted to surprise you, Y/n. And you look fucking perfect just like this.” He ran his hand through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. “Finally face to face with my queen.”

“Fucking come in.” She sniffed. “All standing here in my doorway.” She hurried him in.

Jungkook stepped inside, his eyes scanning the apartment.

It looked a lot different than what he had remembered. It was a lot more modern and a bit girly. But it still felt like home.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume. He followed her to the living room, his eyes locked on her as she walked away from him. He couldn't help but grin.

He was finally home.

“Missed you so much” She sniffed. “I didn’t fucking plan anything— Shit. You gotta be hungry right? Are you cold?”

“Relax baby. I didn’t expect you to be completely ready tonight,” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close to him.

“But yes, I am fucking starving. Even thought I just wanna sit here and hold you.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent.

“No baby— Gotta take care of you first. Probably want to eat good. Prison must’ve been so rough.” She pouted, babying him.

“Yeah, it was. But nothing's worse than being away from you, ma. You know that, right?” He pulled away from her, turning her around to face him.

He cupped her cheeks, his thumbs rubbing against her soft skin. “I missed your smile, your laugh, your attitude. Everything Y/n.”

“I missed you more than you could imagine Jungkook.” Her lip quivered. “So much.”

“I know, ma. You always made sure I know. You were always the one person I could count on, even behind bars.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and gentle, but it held a depth of passion that only they could understood. “I love you.”

“I love you more. So much more.” She kissed him back, “I’ll cook for you. I’ll show you to our room— I fixed it up for you!”

She led him upstairs, rushing him due to her excitement. “Are you ready to see it?”

“I'm more than ready, ma. I've been dreaming of this moment for so long. I've missed our bed, our room, all of it."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "You look stunning, ma. You've never looked more beautiful to me."

Their room looked more homey and relaxing. She bought him a whole new closet full of clothes and shoes to his liking.

“I bought you some new ashtrays to put on your nightstand.” She told him. “There’s some lighters down there too.”

“You're spoiling me. And I’m more than grateful. I can already smell the smoke wafting through the air. You know me more than anyone." He grinned, running his hand over the new clothes.

"I love what you've done here, ma. You really outdid yourself for me and I couldn’t thank you more.” He added, thanking her once more.

“Anyrhing for you. I wanted you to come home and feel comfortable and relaxed.” She smiled.

“Now go shower, change, whatever you need to do to get all that prison time off your skin.” She laughed. “I’m gonna go downstairs and cook you some food that’ll knock you the hell out.”

Jungkook smiled, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. "You're the best, ma. I love you so fucking much." He whispered, giving her earlobe a gentle kiss before pulling away. "I'll be down in a few.”

“Take your time baby. Really.” She pecked his cheek, hesitant to leave him while she walked down to the kitchen.

Jungkook grabbed her hand before she could walk away, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"Thank you again baby— Seriously." He gave her a reassuring smile, squeezing her hand gently.

She left him and headed back downstairs, prepping dinner for him.

“I’ll miss you!” She called out from the kitchen, blushing and giggling in excitement.

She couldn’t believe he was really out of prison.

For years she spent everyday fantasizing and day dreaming about him finally living at home again. For him to actually be here was ground breaking.

She had devoted herself to that man the entire time he’d been away. Her friends would try to encourage her to see other men to fill in the gaps of his absence but she absolutely refused.

She had many opportunities. She was a beautiful woman.

But no other man could ever compare to Jungkook.

She started preparing a quick yet savory meal for them to eat while he was showering.

She had prepped wonton soup for the actual night of his arrival but she had enough ingredients to make it for him tonight.

Jungkook was upstairs. He stripped down to his white tank, revealing his well-built, tattooed body.

He smirked at himself in the mirror, satisfied with how much he had grown during his time.

He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to his liking before stepping in.

After scrubbing and shaving after what felt like forever, Jungkook hummed to himself as he stepped out the shower, feeling refreshed and anew.

He dried himself up before wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped into the kitchen where his girl was. “Smells amazing baby, what is it?" He kissed her cheek, leaning on the counter.

“I made a homemade wonton soup with a side of rice.” She smiled, “You look clean. Someone’s already comfy back home.”

Jungkook chuckled, “With everything you’ve done, you made it easy.” He grinned as his stomach growled, looking down at himself.

“Go put some clothes on and dry your hair. You’re gonna get sick. I laid out clothes on the bed.” She instructed. “Use my hairdryer in the bathroom. Should be hung up in the bathroom.”

She took care of him and she tried his best to always pamper him. "Yes ma'am." He smiled, standing up and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right back, baby."

Jungkook went back to the bathroom and dried his hair then put on the clothes she laid out for him.

He took a look at himself in the mirror and smiled. He had been evaluating their home since he arrived, she had really good taste.

He walked back into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck and inhaling her scent once more.

 Couldn’t get enough.

“So much better huh baby?” She hummed, lost in his embrace.

“Definitely, baby. You always make me better." Jungkook whispered in her ear before giving her a soft and lingering kiss.

He reached for the food she was cooking, but she stopped him. “No. I’ll serve you. Go sit down.”

“Body” He obliged, not able to help it but steal another kiss before sitting down to eat with her. "This smells amazing, love."

She served him his soup along with a cup of jasmine hot tea.

She placed his bowl and cup on his side of the table. She served herself after him, sitting across from him. “Let me know if you like it. Too hot, too cold, too spicy, too salty. Anything like that.”

Jungkook blew on his soup before taking a spoon full, burning his tongue a little bit but he didn't care.

He was just desperate for a home cooked meal.

"This is so fucking good, Y/n… like really fucking good." He glanced up at her, giving her a little smirk before taking another bite.

“I’m not just saying that either.” He munched, lost in the taste of his food.

She laughed, “Glad you’ like it.” She enjoyed her soup across from him.

Jungkook finished his soup, but didn't finish his whole bowl of rice.

He sat back and took a sip of his tea. "So how was your day today? Besides making me the best fucking soup I've ever had?"

“I just spent today prepping for you to get here. Cleaned all day.” She exhaled.

“Was the rice not cooked right? You didn’t finish.” She looked at him, concerned a bit at his action.

Jungkook shook his head. "The rice is fine, love. It's just not my favorite thing to eat."

He took another sip of his tea and reached under the table, squeezing her knee. "It’s all I ever ate when I was in there— not really my favorite at the moment."

“Oh my gosh!” Her eyes widened, “I wasn’t even thinking!”

“Baby you make rice with every meal. It’s like muscle memory for you.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. You’re too cute to worry.”

“It’s my man’s first night home from prison. Of course your opinion matters to me.” She sighed.

Jungkook smiled at her and looked down at his empty bowl. He reached for her hand and glanced back up at her. "You don't have to care about anything when it comes to me. I’m amazed by everything you do.”

“Mm so sweet.” She blushed, “Go relax.” She seized their bowls, washing them in the sink.

Jungkook laughed, "I just want to make sure you're happy too. Wouldn’t want my baby like that in her own house" He stood, slowly making his way around the kitchen island.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and moved his lips to her neck, giving her a soft kiss. "Smell so good baby. Can’t get away from you.”

She blushed at the close proximity, continuing the dishes.

Jungkook pulled away from her neck, his eyes glancing over her face. He enjoyed seeing her blush more than he thought he did.

"What's going on in your head? You can tell me you know." He leaned against the counter, watching her intently.

“Nothing.” She shrugged. “I’m just happy you’re here. More than happy I’m just— thankful.”

She started getting emotional, blinking back tears. “I just thought— I thought you’d have to stay longer.”

Jungkook walked towards her, his finger pushed her chin up, making her look at him.

"Don't cry on me now, damn baby. Making me feel guilty.” He wipes away a tear that fell down her cheek with his thumb. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

“Sorry sorry” She apologized, fanning herself.

Jungkook smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, moving her to clear her teary eyes. "Don't apologize for showing your emotions to me. I love how much you care for me."

“You smell so good too.” She hummed against him. “Better than that nasty fresh out of prison smell.” She laughed.

Jungkook grins, sniffing himself to remind her of the smell she meant, his arms squeezing around her. "If you thought it smelled bad..."

He kisses her cheek, “Imagine when I wasn't this clean for four years.” He teased, laughing.

“Ewww.” She giggled, “I’m okay not thinking about that.”

Jungkook chuckles, pulling back to look at her, cupping her cheek and wiping away loose tears with his thumb. "You're so cute."

He was laughing again. "Y/n, I missed you... I really fucking missed you. I don’t care how many times I told you tonight.”

“I missed you too Jungkook— Writing and calling you definitely isn’t as good as having you here at home with me.” She admitted.

Jungkook smiles, his eyes bright with happiness. "Yeah, I know... I fucking hated the phone. But-" He takes her hand in his.

"Being here now, being able to show up in the morning and see you again and again will make up for it all." He flashes her a wide grin.

“Four years was such a long time.” She groaned, walking out from the kitchen and walking up to their bedroom.

Jungkook nods and follows her, watching her hips sway as his thoughts drift to more primal thoughts.

He felt bad for wanting to get straight to it. But she had been teasing him in those

"It was. But hey-" He says from behind her. He wraps arms around her mid-section. "I'm here now. Should we get to it? Break our bed in together?"

“Oh my gosh you’re so annoying” She smacks his arm, “Go put on a movie while I change. You’re gonna be scrolling for a minute. I’ll be back.”

Jungkook laughs and lets go, jumping onto the bed. He grabbed the remote off the nightstand, surfing through the different streaming services.

He hadn’t seen anything like this in quite some time, but he already knew what he was looking for. She was definitely wrong about him scrolling for a minute.

She changed into a pajama set, being sure to show off a bit by leaving some buttons undone.

She knew what was gonna go down tonight, she just wanted him to wait for it.

She made her way back to the bed, resting her body beside him closely. “What’re we watching?”

“Starting tonight we’re gonna watch every Marvel movie made since I got locked up.”

“Are you serious?” She groaned. “That’s an insane amount of movies.”

“But,” He pouted cutely. “Your baby has been locked up for sooo long.”

“I hate you.”

He wraps arms around her mid-section, resting his head on her waist. "You know you love me, ma... and I sure as fuck love you."

“I love you more” She laughed and pecked his lips, playing with his hair as they watched the first movie together.

Jungkook hums in contentment, closing his eyes and letting her play with his hair.

Throughout the movie, Jungkook couldn’t help but grow more and more desperate.

He was on edge for the past few months. In prison they called and wrote letters but recently her letters had been more

Seductive.

Letters that consisted wordy details of her burning desire and unstoppable urge to have him.

“One more? Please? Last time really.” He pleaded.

“Fine.” She pecked his lips.

A few minutes later.

“Please?”

“Okay.” She pecked his lips.

More minutes go by.

“One more? Last time really.”

“Ugh fine.” She groaned, pecking his lips once more.

“Fuck I can’t take it." He groans as she pecks his lips, unable to help but leaning in and making out with her as their movie plays in the background.

“Don’t know how you expected this to go when you look like this.” He mumbled against her lips, mouth getting messier. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Need to make love to you since you got locked up” Her kisses grew more demanding.

Jungkook flips them over, pinning her down onto the bed and kissing her harder in return. "I needed you to fuckin' kiss me that hard when I was locked up.”

His hips buck up against hers, grinding his hardened cock against her thighs. “Dreamt about this every fuckin’ night.”

“I know baby fuck— me too” She grunted.

Jungkook reaches over to unbutton her pajama pants, before sliding them down her legs slowly— trailing kisses down her thighs as he does. "Take 'em off, baby. I wanna see how fuckin' wet you are for me already."

“Wanted dick since you got locked up— Been wet since you got released.” She couldn’t help the bashful expression all over her.

Yeah?" Jungkook grins, slipping his fingers underneath her panties and teasingly spreading her lower lips, his fingers slipping and teasing over her clit. "And how wet are you actually baby?"

“Fuck” She could cum at the contact alone. “S-So wet.”

Jungkook snickers, slipping a finger deep inside of her and pumping it in and out slowly, moaning at the tight and hot feeling around his fingers. "Fuckin' wet and tight girl hm? Huh baby?"

“F-Feels good daddy” The sensual nickname slipped from her lips, making his ears ring at the sweet sensation of her voice.

Jungkook groans at that nickname, thrusting his finger in and out of her faster now. "Shiiit, baby, you know I love it when you call me that."

He then pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean. “Love the way you taste. Needed that for years.”

“C-Can’t take it” She whimpered at the feeling of his retracting fingers.

Maybe it had been too long for her. By herself it took a good amount of work for her to get off but this was ruining her in seconds.

Jungkook smirks at that, pulling his pants down, his already hard length flopping out. "You’re gonna take it good baby?”

“Daddy please—“

“Is that all you got?" Jungkook taunts, teasing her entrance with his tip. "Beg some more, or you ain't getting this dick."

His dominant and demanding voice was coming back into play, almost better than what she remembered.

“Want it so bad. I’ll take it good, I promise.” Her voice cried, “So desperate.”

Jungkook groans at her begging, slowly pushing inside her. "Mmm fuck— so damn tight, just like that baby.”

“Take Daddy's dick." Him fully entering into her in a slow, but deep pace.

Her chest rose as he slid inside her. She swallowed, adjusting herself to his length.

Jungkook smirks at her reaction, gripping her hips as he begins to thrust in faster, a low moan leaving his lips.

“Missed this wet ass pussy” He stared her down. “You miss that, baby? How Daddy fucks you like this?"

“Y-Yes”

“Fat ol’ ass and huge ass tits— And a pretty face. God, you're so fucking hot." Jungkook grunts, picking up the pace, thrusting harder and faster.

The sound of skin on skin filling the room, making sure to hit that sweet spot. "This what you wanted, huh baby?

“All I-I wanted— all I needed.” She whined out. “Fucking amazing.”

“I thought I was desperate." Jungkook growls, slapping her ass hard. “Such a pretty girl. Didn’t try to play me once.”

The room is filled with even louder wet slaps of his hips against her ass and his smacks. His thrusts becoming more erratic, his cock growing desperate for release.

“All for you, all yours. Been with no one but you.” She moaned, truthfully speaking.

"Good girl." Jungkook leans forward, nipping at her neck before whispering in her ear.

"Say my name, Y/n. Who's dick are you on?" He grips her throat.

“Fuck! Yours Daddy! Yours!” She was a mess on his cock, eyes rolling back.

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” He was watching as her body shudders from his touch.

He admired the way she was breaking down in front of him, going dumb on his dick.

The way her body twitched, he knew she was growing closer.

He watched her, clearly enjoying her lack of breath. The way she squirms, his to control and use.

"Gonna cum on daddy’s dick baby? Gonna let go for me?" He's almost there, wanting to finish strong.

“Want your cum— Need it.” She whimpered, eyes growing teary from the overwhelming pleasure. “Please daddy.”

“So fucking hard to say no to you." Jungkook snorts, pounding into her mercilessly. He was seeking his needed high so he could cum right with her.

The couple both reached their orgasms, moaning each other’s names before giving in and cumming together.

“Fuck— so in love with you.” Jungkook grunts, emptily filling her up. He catches his breath, panting with her.

She could hardly get out of the bed because of him, she was limp.

She was shuttering from her orgasm. Her legs were a trembling mess.

He watches her collect herself, loving the sight of her. The way she looks so used and satisfied, only at his hands.

Once she was all together, she got back in bed with him, kissing and chucking with him as the two panted together.

“I still got it.”

“Goddamnit Jungkook.” She hid her face. “Yes- you do.”

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dealer!rafe asking his girl to marry him🥹🥹

it’s official. he’s ready to tie it down 🥹 💍

It was rare that Rafe let you do anything by yourself, but telling you he had some business to handle that day with Barry, he handed you a stack of cash and told you to spend the day pampering yourself. He told you to get your nails done, and pick out something to wear that night as he was taking you out to dinner. You had a closet full of things to wear, but weren’t going to argue when it came to shopping.

Rafe was a nervous fucking wreck all day as he watched the people he had hired to set everything up along the beach. He was going to do something that he had never wanted to do until he met you. He had spent months designing the perfect ring for you, his princess about to turn his queen. He never thought he would want to spend the rest of his life with just one person, always having been selfish. You were so different though in a way he couldn’t even explain.

Rafe stole a quick glance at his reflection in the mirror before inhaling deeply and making a slight adjustment to the gold Rolex adorning his wrist. Dressed in a perfectly fitting navy blue suit, a lavish gold chain draped across his neck, he exuded an air of confidence. After running a hand over his freshly trimmed buzzcut, he carefully placed the red box in the pocket of his dress pants, just as you emerged from the closet.

The moment his eyes locked onto you, he knew that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Your hair was styled flawlessly, your makeup adding a sparkle to your pretty blushed cheeks and glossy lips, and the dress you wore embraced your stunning curves in the same shade of blue as his suit, as if you had known what he was going to wear.

“Oh mama…” His voice cracked but quickly clearing his throat. “You look fucking amazing.” He said, watching as you walked towards him. You held up the diamond necklace for him to help fasten that held the initials R.C, little did you know that was going to be your last name soon.

“Where are we going for dinner?” You asked, eyes grazing over how had some he looked. You wondered what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up that night at his house, confessing to him that you could not stop thinking about him.

Rafe glanced over at you, a little startled as he glided the Range Rover down the island roads. He had been deep in thought, realizing he was about to propose to the girl he was in love with. Yes, love. Something he never thought he would be capable of getting, let alone quite literally landing in his lap one night. He swallowed back the nerves, and took a hand off the wheel to grab your fleshy thigh. “It’s a surprise baby.” He said, squeezing your smooth skin in his large palm.

You never argued with Rafe, and you did love surprises, so with that, you looked out the window at the serene view until your man spoke up again. “Can you do me a favorite my pretty girl? Close your eyes for me, yeah? We’re almost there.” He said, his voice low.

You were use to the occasional surprise by Rafe, so him asking you to close your eyes wasn’t something unusual. You trusted him with everything and sometimes that scared you since you didn’t know the depth of what Rafe did but you knew it wasn’t all good, despite him reassuring you he’s just making money. You filled lashes, fluttered close and you soon felt the car come to a stop and your door being opened.

“I’m gonna take these off, okay?” You heard his voice, eyes still closed as you felt the straps being unfastened to the Dior heels you wore. You desperately wanted to open your eyes, but squeezed them shut tighter to not peek. You wondered why he would be taking your shoes off to go eat dinner? Nonetheless, he took your hand and helped you out.

“Now don’t open those pretty eyes for me mama until I tell you to.” Rafe said, voice gentle yet firm to let you know he was being serious.You nodded your head, letting him guide you along the way until your feet touched warm sand.

Rafe had never been so nervous in his entire life and he had done a lot of bad shit. From robberies and to something even more sinister, those things didn’t faze him. This was something entirely different, and something he never thought he would be doing. Slowly letting go of your hand, he took a deep breath and carefully got down on one knee. “Open your eyes for me.” He said, voice a little shaky.

As soon as your eyes opened, you were met with a sight that made your heart stop. The beautiful red rose petals surrounded down the path you had just walked, small candles lighting up the sand as the sun started to set along the Outer Banks. Your eyes then focused on the handsome man kneeled before you, biting his lower lip as he watched you look around the beautiful set up.

“I’ve told you so many times, that I don’t know what you’ve been doing to me. Got a grown man wanting to cry and shit.” Rafe said with a nervous laugh, knowing deep down as cold as he was that he was also quite sensitive, but he always pushed his vulnerability down.

You swallowed the building lump in your throat as he continued to talk, his thumbs grazing across your hands as he held them. “Being in a serious relationship was something I never wanted. I was only about making money, and spending it on myself. Then you walked in, and I had never seen a more beautiful girl in all my fucking life. I never expected to want to tie it down, and give someone my last name. You aren’t just beautiful baby, but you see something in me that I don’t even see. I’m not a good man, and I do a lot of bad shit..” He said, swallowing the guilt down. “You choose to see the good in me. Not the messed up, fucked up side that everyone else is afraid of.”

You watched as he removed one hand from yours, reaching down into the pocket of his navy blue slacks. He pulled the crimson box out that read Cartier in gold letters and slowly opened it, to reveal a stunning rock.

“Remember that night you came back to my house, and told me you couldn’t stop thinking about me. I asked if you wanted to be mine, and I meant that. I gotta make you my fucking wife mama, can I?” He asked, eyes glassy as he waited for your answer.

You were a little naive, and went into this not knowing how thing would turn out with you and Rafe. The first thing you ever heard about him was that he was an asshole, and yes you saw that. But you also saw a man that struggled with an internal battle, a man who provided you with everything you could ever imagine, a man who treated you like the most precious jewel that ever existed. A man that you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with without any question.

“Y-yes..” You whispered, tears spilling as you saw the white smile break out on his face. Something he didn’t do very often. He plucked the huge diamond from the velvet that it took place in and watched as he slid it on your ring finger with ease.

He slowly stood back up, pulling you possessively toward him as gripped you tightly. “I’m so fucking in love with you my future Mrs. Cameron.” He whispered against your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss.

#rafe cameron #dealer!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #obx #obx smut #rafe outer banks #rafe concepts #outer banks

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keigosdear · 1 day

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{bad idea... right? - kuroo t.}

yes I know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?//…I just tripped and fell into his bed.

kuroo x fem!reader smut. exes to lovers. 18+ MDNI please.

in which you and your ex "reconnect" after almost half a year apart, but with so many unresolved feelings, it'll either end up being the best or worst idea you've ever had.

warnings: fem!reader, no physical description (aside from specific genitalia ofc). university setting. smut, mentions of alcohol/getting drunk but no drunk sex, lots of feelings/kinda mutual pining. praise kink, a little bit of voice kink, very brief jealous reader, cunnilingus, body worship, teasing, lots of pet names in lieu of y/n, soft dom!kuroo and sub!reader, very. very. soft, kinda emotional sex, aftercare and fluff towards the end. porn with a bit of plot/build up. this fic is my baby.

a trope I never thought I'd write plus a genre I've never written before? apparently so. it's my first time writing smut, so constructive criticism is welcomed, being rude is not. can you believe I started this over the summer ‘23 and I'm only posting it now?

and lmk if I need to add anything else to the warnings :)

divider credit to: @/cafekitsune

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this truly had the potential to be one of your worst ideas yet.

you weren't even going to be at this damn party to begin with, but your friend finally convinced you to go with her after a week of wearing you down.

"it'll be fun, c'mon!" she begged.

the only reason you didn't want to go was because you were finally done with your first semester of classes and wanted to wind down in peace, not at a crowded house party filled with loud music and sweaty drunk university students.

but of course you relented when she pulled out the puppy dog eyes and played the "but we haven't hung out in months, I miss you!" card.

so there you were by the snacks and refreshments table, dressed up and nursing a drink, talking and laughing with your friends. truthfully, you were having a better time than you thought you would and figured that you had almost a month before classes started back up again to relax.

"soooo? has anyone caught your eye yet?" multiple faces focused their attention on you.

you knew part of the reason your friend had insisted on you going with her was to help you meet someone. she'd never admit it, but it was pretty obvious with the way she was pointing out people left and right, making note of how attractive they were. at one point she had even "accidentally" pushed you into one of her targets, which had made for some very awkward small-talk on your end with someone you had zero interest in and some giggling from her.

it's not that you were opposed to the idea of finding someone, but in all honesty, no one had caught your eye. recently you had gotten out of a long long term relationship, and starting over after that just seemed so... unappealing to you.

it also seemed unfair to start anything new when you were very much not over him. breaking up in the middle of the semester had made it really easy for you to push down any emotions and throw yourself into your studies. but it didn't change the fact that you missed him. even now, the party acted as a good distraction for you.

or so you thought.

you were about to respond when your phone buzzed. you looked down and your heart leapt into your throat when you saw the contact name.

it felt strange seeing it as "kuroo" rather than some version of his given name or a pet name. once you hit the one minute mark of just staring at the text notification in shock, your friend peeked over your shoulder and gasped a little.

"you didn't block him?!"

you snatched your phone out of her hand after she stole it to show your group of friends.

"why would I? it's not like we hate each other."

and it was true- you both ended amicably (though very reluctantly). you only ever wanted the best for each other, and while it was sad, you realized that at this point in your lives with how busy you both were, you weren't able to offer that anymore.

you’d rather this than end things resenting each other.

still, it was a hard pill to swallow, so for now you were just holding it on your tongue, letting the bitter taste of the coating settle instead.

she frowned. "well yeah, but-"

you cut her off before she could bring up the very emotions you were ignoring in that moment and shoved your phone back in your pocket. "c'mon, let's go dance!"

later, though, when you excused yourself to the bathroom, the first thing you did was down your second drink and read the text.

hey.

do you want to come over?

you stared at the messages for another minute, reading and re-reading them over and over again before sighing. being with him for years meant you knew him like the back of your hand, and he wasn't one for casual hook ups or one night stands. you hadn't even heard from him in a few months- this was the first bit of contact you'd had with him since you cleaned out your drawer of clothes at his place.

which meant he was either drunk and missing you or someone was playing a prank and you'd just end up a fool.

seriously weighing the options in front of you, trying not to let your emotions overpower your decision making, you attempted to think about the long term consequences of going over.

no matter how you spun it, it sounded like a bad idea. even if he did send the texts, there was no guarantee he wanted anything out of it.

but you were too tipsy for logic at that point in the night, and if you were being honest with yourself, you were in need of some excitement.

yeah.

I'll send my new address.

wait, he moved?

despite being together for so long, the two of you never ended up living together, opting for dorms and student houses with friends. still, you did spend a lot of time at his old place, and before the breakup you had even talked about the possibility of moving in together after the current school year was done.

you didn't linger on the sour feelings that brought up and instead decided to let your friends know you were leaving. when they asked where you were going, you spun some lie about not feeling well and wanting to head home before you got worse. you didn't really care if they believed you or not.

checking the address he had sent you once more, you made your way out of the house and were pleasantly surprised to realize it wasn't that far of a walk, especially since you were wearing uncomfortable party shoes.

you sipped on the bottle of water you swiped form the refreshment table and tried to sober up a bit more before seeing him. you weren't a hundred percent sure what would happen once you got there, but it was a good idea to be prepared for anything.

eventually you made it up to his apartment, which was in another student housing building off campus, bigger than his old place, and took a moment to compose yourself.

there was still time to turn back and make an excuse for why you bailed.

there was still time to think it through.

there was still time to save yourself from the possibility of more pain.

you took a deep breath and knocked on the door anyway.

not even five seconds later, the door was opening and you were face to face with your ex boyfriend.

you took him in for the first time in months- really took him in. sure, you'd seen his instagram posts since breaking up, but you could only zoom in so far on those. and fine, maybe your friends had tried to set you up with people they had deemed "much hotter", but you never saw the appeal. you couldn't even remember any of their faces in that moment, because kuroo was right there.

his hair was the same as always, slightly messier than usual, exactly how it looked whenever he (or you) would run his hands through it on a particularly stressful day.

had he been stressed about the text? did he regret it?

he was dressed somewhat casually, in a dark red shirt you recognized as part of a birthday gift you gave him one year (you had always liked the colour red on him). he was wearing black sweatpants and his socks were mismatched.

everything about him was familiar, and you hated the way a feeling of ease settled over you when he finished his own analysis of you and gave a boyish, almost giddy grin. "hi."

his voice was warm and gave you butterflies. there was an undertone of excitement in his greeting and it quelled your worries about him regretting the texts.

you decided to smile back, though somewhat shyly (which you inwardly scolded yourself for), and spoke up. "hi."

he didn't let the silence that followed settle into awkwardness. he opened the door a bit wider, and welcomed you in. ever the gentleman, he took your coat and and helped you balance as you took your shoes off. you tried to ignore how warm and gentle his touch was, how it made you immediately crave more.

you made your way into the living room and took everything in. there were empty cans and shot glasses littered across the room, mostly concentrated on the coffee table. you thought you heard him swear under his breath when he looked at the mess as well.

"did you have a party?" you asked, now close enough to smell a bit of alcohol on him.

he shook his head and looked a bit embarrassed. "ah, no..." he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and sighed. "my roommates went out with some friends tonight and decided to pre-game here. I went back to my room before they left because I didn't feel like drinking too much and assumed they'd clean up a bit..."

you nodded in understanding. "wishful thinking, huh?"

he chuckled. "yeah, guess so," he said, then gestured to an empty spot on the couch. "sit, I'll just get some of this out of the way quickly."

"oh, I can help-" you tried to offer but he waved you off.

"don't worry about it. I'm the one who invited you into a sloppy apartment, you shouldn't have to clean up a mess that isn't yours."

you snorted and watched as he shoved a ton of cans into the decorative waste bin by the sofa and took some glasses to the sink in the kitchen. "says the one who's cleaning up a mess that isn't his."

you heard him laugh at your words and the butterflies erupted in your stomach again. you hadn't realized how much you missed that sound. suddenly your mind wandered back to the reason behind his invitation. you'd be alone tonight?

once he returned from the kitchen and sat down next to you, you talked for a bit. he caught you up on the moving situation (him and a few friends found an opening for the second semester, so they decided to jump on it and try to stay until grad, hopefully. he made a joke about trying to make friends with the landlord). you listened closely, trying not to make it obvious you were hanging off his every word.

when he was done, you caught him up on your life and how you were at a party when he texted. he apologized for interrupting and you told him a little too fast not to be, which he seemed pleased with.

after a while, he asked if you wanted to watch a movie. you agreed, though you were starting to get impatient. you knew he wasn't the type of guy to ever expect anything from anyone, but the curiosity was eating you alive. you couldn't help but finally ask him about it halfway through the movie.

"hey... why did you invite me tonight?"

he didn't seem surprised by your question, which told you he was probably expecting it. (it was silly of you to think he couldn't tell when something was on your mind after years together and only months apart.)

he took a deep breath in and looked down at his lap. while he didn't look outwardly nervous, you knew him well enough to know what his tells were. he picked at a thread on his pants, trying to compose himself before dropping the bomb.

"because I missed you." he looked you in the eye and then continued. "a lot. and you can take that however you'd like. I'll let you decide."

you blinked at him. he'd let you decide? the way he said it implied that he missed you, missed you. not just missed having you in his life, not just as a friend- he missed you.

you would be nothing but a liar if you said you hadn't missed him too. and you knew that the feeling of security and familiarity you experienced earlier wasn't just nostalgia or your own unresolved feelings. if that were the case, you wouldn't be feeling this comfortable on the couch with him. you wouldn't be able to pretend things were normal between you as easily as you had been all night.

kuroo still very much felt like home, and you didn't want to let him go ever again. there was only one way for you to take his declaration.

"can I..." you looked into his eyes and tried not to drown in them. "can I kiss you?"

he looked relieved at your words and eagerly nodded. "please."

you leaned forward and feverishly crashed your lips against his as soon as the word left his mouth. he raised one hand to cup your cheek and pulled you closer to him by your thigh with the other, not once breaking away from you.

soon you were straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, quiet noises releasing into the air around you both. you moved a hand up the back of his neck, into his hair, and he groaned slightly into your mouth.

you giggled into the kiss, happy to see you still knew what got him going.

as if either of you could forget- it was muscle memory at that point. just like you'd never forget how to ride a bike, you'd never forget how to make the other feel good.

eventually you both had to pull away and fill your lungs again, but you were close enough that your foreheads touched and your breaths mixed.

it was quiet aside from some light panting, so you decided to break that silence with a confession of your own. "I missed you too, tetsurou. so much."

now, you weren't sure if it was what you said or how you said it, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt something hard pressing against the area between your legs and gasped a little.

your eyes opened and you pulled your face away just enough to look at him properly. your eyes met his and his face was tinged pink. "I- I'm sorry... we don't... if you don't want to..." he mumbled, not sure how to gage your reaction to this sudden development.

you kissed him again, softer this time to reassure him, and smiled a bit when you pulled away. "I want to, tetsu."

he let out a relieved sigh and smiled at you in turn, then glanced over at the door. "I have no idea when they'll be back... do you want to continue this in my room?" his eyes slowly and hopefully made their way back to yours.

you nodded and squealed a bit when he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, smile growing wider as he made his way to his bedroom.

and that’s how you got here- cutting to when he gently sets you down on the bed, and you scoot back a bit to lay down comfortably. quickly following, his body covers yours and he begins kissing you again.

your arms instinctively move, one wrapping around his broad shoulders, the other cupping his cheek as you move your lips against his. his own hands, now free due to the fact that he’s propped up on one of his forearms, caress your waist and the the top of your head respectively.

after a few minutes of him focusing on your lips, he starts making his way down your neck. they’re feather light kisses at first to make you giggle, but eventually he finds the sensitive spot he always loved to mark up and the sweet sounds turn into shallow, shuddery breaths.

you whine as soon as he starts sucking on it and you bring your hand up from his cheek to his hair. "mmn... tetsu..."

he pulls away just enough so that you can still feel his lips against your flesh as he trails them up your neck to hover just over your ear. "you have no idea," he breathes out, voice low and far more erotic than you think he intended, "how much I've missed this."

you shudder and turn your face away at the tingly sensation, but the hand on your waist darts up to tilt your chin back in his direction. one thing you always appreciated about kuroo was how tenderly he handled you, no matter the tone of your late night endeavors. he was always gentle with you- not in a way that made you feel fragile, but rather in a way that told you he truly cared for you, treasured you, adored you.

the idea that this is still the case turns you on even more and makes your brain go a bit fuzzy.

when your eyes met his once more, you could see that adoration pooling in them. “look at me, sweetheart.”

you nodd slightly in his firm, yet still very soft grasp and keep your eyes trained on his. you could feel yourself getting wet as they trail over your face, and you swear your entire body feels warm as he gives you a rare type of smile only reserved for times like these.

he leans in to kiss you again and his hand moves from your face to toy with the lower hem of your dress. “you look absolutely gorgeous in this, baby, but do you think can we take it off?” he’s still speaking in the low, sultry tone that always drives you wild- you’re certain that you’d do anything he asked of you with that voice.

you sit up a little and move to unzip the dress, but he takes your hands and gives you a look. “ah ah- let me, pretty girl, you don’t have to move a muscle.”

it’s almost jarring how easily you both fall back into it. as soon as your dress is off, his shirt follows and he’s back to hovering over you. it really feels as though no time has passed since your last time with him.

just more proof that this is right.

he wastes no time in ridding you of your bra and himself of his shirt before pushing you back down onto the bed.

the room is once again filled with sounds of soft moans and gasps as he kisses your chest and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. he alternates between swirling his tongue around it and sucking. kuroo didn’t let your other breast go unattended for long, though, as he begins teasing the hardened bud with his fingers.

“aah, tetsu… please…” you gasped out.

the man on top of you chuckles, and in between switching sides he looks at you from under his eyelashes. “still so sensitive, hm? it’s cute.”

you resist the urge to hide your face and instead opt for throwing your head back when he suddenly sucks on the other nipple.

heat continues to build inside of you until he eventually he trails his kisses down the valley of your breasts, across your ribcage and down to your tummy. he spends a little extra time there, and you have to gently tug on his hair and whine about him taking too long for him to break away from your skin.

“let me worship you, angel. missed your body so much.” his voice is barely audible, the words murmured as though he was in a trance. you feel your pussy clench around nothing at his confession and bite back a whimper.

his lips curl upwards while pressed against your stomach and his eyes flicker up to meet yours. “keep your eyes on me, baby. don’t ever want to be away from you again,” he commands.

he rests his chin on your pubic bone and traces the elastic band of your panties with two familiar fingers. “you wore my favourite.”

heat rushes to your face and you do turn away this time, but he makes a disapproving noise you’re all too familiar with. “sweetheart, what did I just tell you?”

you bite your lip and force your eyes back to his.

he rewards you with a tender kiss to your belly and a “there’s a good girl, knew she was in there…” before he pulls your panties off.

you grow nervous, though you know you don’t need to be with him, and close your legs. his eyes soften significantly at the action. you're not sure why exactly the nerves get to you now of all times, especially considering how much you like his stricter side, but they do and he sees it.

he drops the strict act and rubs reassuring circles to your inner thigh. you've always preferred your softer sessions, anyway. “hey, it’s alright. I’m gonna take good care of you… missed my girl so much, just want to make you feel good, okay? we’ll save that for another time. it’s just you and me now, baby.”

you nod and a wave of calm washes over you at the reassurance. you let him pry your legs apart and gasp as he dives in.

he starts with wet kisses working their way up your thighs, to your slit and then up to your clit before he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks on it. you let out a soft moan and buck your hips into his face.

"mmn," he pulls away for a second and holds your hips down. "don't thrash, princess, just let me do all the work."

and he does. once he really gets into the groove of eating you out, you're a mess on his bed- legs shaking over his shoulders, cunt clenching around his tongue and whimpering out little thank you's when he makes you cum for the first time that night.

but he doesn't stop there. "tastes so good, baby, need more," he says in between licking your juices from your folds. "c’mon, just one more. you can do it," he picks up the pace again, and before you know it you're begging for more, too.

"tetsu- ah~!" you moan when he exchanges licking for sucking on your still sensitive clit again. you feel like you're on fire as he draws you closer and closer to reaching your second high.

you tangle your hands in his hair and he groans, sending vibrations throughout your core. you cry out and arch off the bed, spilling into his mouth.

this time when he pulls away, he slithers back up your body and kisses you. "see how good you taste, baby? best in the world, haven't I always told you that?"

your stomach twists from the praise and you turn your head to the side bashfully, trying to stabilize your breathing. he holds himself up above you and strokes your cheek with his knuckles, watching you fondly. it does nothing but make you more dizzy with affection.

when you've calmed down enough, he whispers "do you still want to-"

"yes." you cut him off and he chuckles.

"okay baby," he crawls off of you and reaches for his nightstand. he opens the drawer and-

your stomach sinks when you see an open box of condoms. the thought of him being with other girls makes you feel green with envy which you suppose isn’t fair considering you’ve been broken up for months, but you’re still a little fuzzy and too high on your own emotions right now to care.

he looks between you and the box and immediately catches on when an unexpected tear falls from your eye.

“oh, baby no-“ he takes one from the box and quickly returns to your side. “I haven’t been using these,” he cups your face and strokes his thumb under your eye.

“you haven’t?” you sniffle and he shakes his head right away.

you pout. “but then-”

kuroo cuts you off with a roll of his eyes. “one of my roommates got them for me as a joke for my birthday. I only opened them because he kept asking to borrow them.”

you digest his words and slowly look up at him. he’s already looking at you and you can’t keep your eyes from watering some more. the thought of him being intimate with someone new when you’ve spent the past few months rejecting everyone your friends forced your way.

“I haven’t even looked at anyone else since we broke up,” he murmurs against your hairline. “missed you too much.”

you nod, finding no traces of dishonesty on his features. “I haven’t been with anyone either… I wasn’t over you. I didn’t want to be,” you admit, voice soft.

he smiles and presses kisses from your scalp down to your cheeks. “such a sweet girl I have, hm? how about you help me out here?”

he tugs off his sweats and your attention is drawn to the tent his boxers. you bite your lip and reach for the band but he takes your hand and places the condom on your palm.

you blink up at him, confused. “you don’t want me to-“

he shakes his head and tugs his boxers down. his cock springs free and you gasp a little at the sight of his tip- red and smeared with pre-cum.

“no, angel, I need to be inside of you. just help me put it on.”

you make quick work of tearing the wrapper off and rolling the condom over his length. he groans at the feeling of your knuckles grazing his skin, but as soon as you pull away he’s flipping you on your back and lining himself up against your entrance.

he knocks his forehead against yours. “ready, baby?”

you nod and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. he leans down for a kiss and slowly pushes into you as your lips connect.

you whine a little at the stretch and he pauses everything. “you’re okay,” he reassures you, giving you time to adjust.

you nod when you feel ready for him to keep going and he bottoms out with a strangled moan. “you’re unreal, you know that?”

his praise pulls a giggle from your throat but it quickly turns into a breathy sigh when he starts moving.

he starts off slow, but soon enough you’re both lost in the moment and his pace picks up. within the next few minutes, his room is filled with sounds of pleasure and sweet words exchanged between lovers.

“you’re perfect,” he says, angling his lips closer to your ear. his hips stutter when you clamp around him at his words.

his thrusts reach deep enough to get you crying out for him. “tetsu, faster! please!”

“ah- there’s a good girl, love hearing you beg for more.” he nibbles the spot just below your ear, soothing it with his tongue.

“I love you,” you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.

kuroo groans at the sensation and goes a bit harder. “you needed this just as bad as I did, hm? it’s okay, I’ve got you now, pretty girl. just relax.”

you hide your face in his neck and try to stifle your moans, but he doesn’t appreciate that one bit. “stop that, let me hear you,” he commands and you immediately pull your head back.

he grins down at you and kisses your nose. “sound so pretty when you’re falling apart on my cock, you know better than to hide those noises from me.”

you nod and find yourself unable to look away from his face, as if you were in a trance. he’s absolutely gorgeous on top of you- why would you want to look away?

“you close, baby?” he asks after your walls tighten even more.

“mmhm,” you whimper and lean up for a kiss.

“me too,” he whispers and tugs one of your hands away from his shoulder. he intertwines your fingers and presses is above your head against the pillow. “needed this just as badly as I did, hm? it’s okay, I’ve got you, baby.”

doing so good for me.

you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

you feel so fucking good, princess.

all of his praise sent shockwaves throughout your body and soon enough you’re tipping over the edge. your back is arched, head thrown back and a loud cry of his name is drawn from you as you cum for the second time.

he follows soon after and you feel his whole body shudder when he spills into his condom.

your breaths mix together as you both come down from your highs. it’s quiet for a few moments before he carefully pulls out and disposes of the soiled contraceptive in the trash next to his bed. he rolls back into bed, facing you.

he strokes your cheek with his knuckles and smiles at you when you open your eyes and turn to face him as well. “hi pretty girl, you okay?”

you take a deep breath and curl into his chest. you still feel slightly too light and any thoughts not related to him are muddled. you’re overcome with an intense wave of affection for him.

he must notice, because when you manage to peek up at him again, he snorts. “yeah, I don’t know what I was expecting.”

he knows better than to try and leave the bed right away (memories of you whining and clinging to him when he did attempt it early on in your relationship flash through his mind and he smiles), so instead he wraps his arms around you and presses kisses to your hairline.

you savour the familiar feeling of being wrapped in his arms and nuzzle into his bare chest. the most comfortable feeling in the world.

eventually he does get up to grab a damp cloth and some water, and he informs you that you can use his bathroom for whatever you need.

you’re both following the same routine you had when you were together as if you hadn’t broken up at all.

now that you’ve regained some clarity, you start to worry about what exactly that means.

you’ve both admitted to missing each other like crazy, but you assume you’ll need to have a serious conversation with kuroo about whether or not you should get back together.

you ponder over this on his bed for a bit longer before he interrupts your thoughts. “we don’t have to talk about it right now,” he starts. “we can talk about it tomorrow morning if you would prefer, but…”

he pauses like he’s not sure if he should continue. you nod encouragingly, curious as to where this is going (thought you think you know). “but I meant absolutely everything I said tonight. um, before and while we were… uh. busy.”

you giggle a little at his shy demeanour before considering the weight of his words. “we could talk about it tomorrow morning, but I think we both already know what we want from this right?”

he doesn’t need to nod, but he does anyway. “I definitely have an answer already.”

you knock your forehead against his. “so… are we officially back together then?”

he offers you the widest grin he’s thrown your way all night. “I think we are, sweetheart. We’ll make it work this time, I promise.”

“I promise,” you repeat.

the rest of the night is spent cuddling under covers, sharing kisses and secrets you’ve missed out on sharing these past few months.

“I love you,” you say, before you finally drift off for the night.

you don’t hear him, but he’s quick to return the sentiment. “I love you too.”

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BONUS:

the following morning, you wake up to your phone ringing. you groan when you see it’s your friend and realize you never texted her back last night to tell her you’re okay.

you look over at kuroo, still sound asleep beside you, and answer as quietly as possible. “hello?”

“oh thank goodness you’re alright, why weren’t you picking up? we all called you a million times!”

you check and see a ton of missed calls from more of your friends who saw you leave the party last night. “I’m sorry, I was asleep,” you say sincerely, only twisting the truth a little bit.

you feel slightly bad about it, you mentally promise her to tell her everything later.

before she can respond, your boyfriend sits up (when did he even wake up?) and says into the phone, “sorry, it’s my fault. but I promise I took good care of her,” he smirks at you.

you flinch when she shrieks into your ear. “YOU WERE WITH KUROO?!”

glaring at him, he snickers and takes the phone from you. “she’ll call you back later, we’re still catching up.”

“no, wait-“ he hangs up the phone and tosses it onto his sheets.

you pout at him. “tetsu, c’mon.”

he kisses your cheek. “I really didn’t meant for it to come off as rude, I swear. I just wanted a relaxing morning with you before you have to leave.”

you sigh and fall back into the soft comfort of his pillows. “it’s okay,” you say. “I really didn’t feel like giving her the rundown first thing in the morning, anyway. you really tired me out last night,” you peer up at him.

he laughs. “oh really? we’ve gotta build up your stamina again, pretty girl. I wasn’t lying-“ he crawls over and hovers a few inches above you. “we still have a lot of catching up to do.”

you mentally pat yourself on the back for answering his texts. definitely not your worst idea.

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I swear I’ll get better at writing smut, folks 🫡

but for my first time writing it, I don’t think it’s horrible. if the ending feels a bit rushed, it’s because I’ve literally had this sitting in my drafts since miss olivia rodrigo released the music video for this song last august and I wanted it out 🙃.

tagging @nyctophilicroses bc I remember you commented on the original post I made asking abt exes to lovers with kuroo 🥹

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader

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taurasiluv · 3 days

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DT smut?

meet you in the lobby

summary : ref!reader makes a call during a game that diana doesn't agree with, she makes a empty threat to meet her after the game, but you're surprised when it isnt as empty as you believed.

content : top!diana , bottom!reader , hate sex (?) , rough , overstimulation

wc : 1.7k

BEING A REF was hard sometimes, but that didn't stop you from loving your job. But no matter what, someone was gonna believe a call was unfair and get in your face about it. You were used to it and didn't take it personally, it was all a part of the game.

Players usually didn't threaten you, but Diana Taurasi was an entirely different story. She appeared as a cocky, arrogant, asshole who believed every call was unfair and got a technical practically every game. You loved to ref Mercury games purely for this reason, she always had something new to excuse something or bullshit to spew to get out of a foul call.

After a foul that caused Diana to almost foul out, she began stalking towards you. "That was not a fucking foul! What the fuck are you doing!" She shouted, getting up close to you.

Diana was by all means attractive, you didn't really mind the yelling if you got to look at her like this. She cussed you out for a little bit longer and eventually you got sick of it and threw her a technical.

"Fuck you!" She yelled as she walked away.

As one final triumph, she pointed to you before yelling one last time.

"No, you know what, meet me in the fucking lobby after this game."

You almost laughed at this. Theres no way shes being serious. Shes actually threatening to physically fight you? You were puzzled but curious nonetheless.

She wasn't actually going to be in the lobby after, right?

You shrugged it off and continued the game. By the time it had ended, you were reminded of Diana's threats when you saw her walking out. You contemplated meeting her in the lobby, just to see if she would actually show up.

I mean it wouldn't hurt to see if she was being serious.

So, after getting changed and grabbing your stuff, you went to the lobby. All the post-game press conferences were done and if Diana was being serious she'd be there now.

To your shock, she was actually there. Standing in the middle of the lobby, on her phone. She wore black cargos, a black shirt, and a grey flannel jacket over it. She looked good.

"So are you gonna fight me or what?" You asked, walking up to her.

She looked up from her phone and was dumbfounded.

"You got some balls to actually show up." She huffed.

"And you have some balls to threaten me in the first place."

She shrugged at that one, ultimately knowing you were right. She walked closer to you though, close enough that it would be uncomfortable with anybody else but this 6'0" hot basketball player.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked, anger laced in her voice.

You swallowed, your face completely red at this point, your hands were clammy and you thought you might have died just then.

You nodded weakly.

"Needa hear a yes, babygirl." The petname made heat jolt straight to your cunt. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, completely surrendered to her.

"Yes, please..." You whimpered. And that's all it took, she smashed her lips into yours aggressively. The kiss was fucking wonderful. She tangled her fingers in your hair as she pulled you in as close as possible. Her tongue jutted out and licked at your bottom lip for entrance, which you gave enthusiastically.

You two made out in the public arena lobby for a bit, before realizing this is definitely not the place to be doing this. She pulled away, red flushed face, and her lips puffier than before after being sucked on for so long.

After a few seconds of you both regaining a bit of composure, you spoke.

"If you bring me back to your hotel, you can show me how mad you really are," You offered.

"You sure?"

"A thousand percent."

She nodded and looped your arm into yours, walking you up to her hotel for the night. The walk was short and she kept you close the entire time, she was quite the gentleman, even if she was about to fuck you senseless for doing your job.

The door closed and locked behind you two and she was already kissing you. Her rough hands groped wherever they could. Soft moans were swallowed by her tongue in your mouth. Her hands found your breasts and massaged them through the fabric of your shirt.

After a few minutes of this heated make-out session, she pulled away. "Go get on the bed, baby." She rasped into your ear. You nodded quickly as you made your way toward the bed. As you made yourself comfortable, you watched Diana dig something out of her bag, purposefully hiding it from you, and disappear to the bathroom.

You sat there, lost to your own thoughts for a moment before being quickly snapped out of them when you heard footsteps approaching the bed.

She stood in front of the bed naked, a strap hanging from her hips. Your jaw dropped and you were practically drooling. Her hair was still up in its signature bun and she was clad in only the large phallic object attached to her hips.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She mumbled as she adjusted the leather straps on the harness.

You rolled your eyes, "You didn't tell me to take them off, was gonna try and listen to you this time around."

"Shut up." She spat.

You moaned at that, as embarrassing as it was in your head, those words left her mouth and a moan left yours at those words. She gave you a shit eating grin before getting on the bed.

You threw your clothes onto the floor, left in only a bra and panties. She straddle your waist, the dildo rested on your stomach. You could feel the heat in between your legs grow at the sight. Her abs were on full display and you thought you could just cum at the view of them alone.

“You know, I’m gonna make you pay for that technical.” She whispered in your ear as she undid the clasps on your bra and threw it carelessly into the pile of clothes on the floor. Your hands found their way to her back, nails running across toned muscle.

She kissed along your jaw, her teeth running across it every once in a while. She made her way down to your neck, leaving small marks wherever she could. You let out a soft gasp when she found your pulse point and began to suck on it gently. She spent her time there, leaving dark purple and red marks up the column of your neck.

“Dee..” You whimpered out. She got the message to stop the teasing, at least a little bit, and continued her way down your body.

She kissed down the valley of your breasts, taking extra time to lick and bite on each one. When her teeth grazed over your left nipple, you let out a moan and arched your back into her mouth. She smiled around your nipple, doing the same thing to elicit the same reaction.

She moved down your stomach, biting on the skin there, leaving marks as she moved down. When she finally made it to the waistband of your panties she looked up at you.

"Can I?"

"Please Diana."

And with a nod, she slipped the panties off and threw them off to the side. Her hot tongue met your slick and your hips instinctively bucked upwards. She used her hands to hold you down while her tongue flicked at your clit.

It was good, it was fucking amazing at that, but it just wasn't enough. You needed more.

"Diana... Please.." You babbled out in between moans.

Her head perked up, "What babygirl? What do you want?"

"Need the strap.. please," You whimpered out.

She grinned, "You can wait a little longer."

You whined, not wanting to wait. You needed it now. But before you could protest, she ducked her head down once more and licked up your slit. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt it. She laid there and ate you out for what felt like hours before finally pushing your legs up and sitting up.

Without warning, she lined up the tip of the strap and thrusted it into you, fast and hard. A borderline pornographic moan filled up the small hotel room as it filled you. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets so tight you thought you might have ripped them. She didn't start slow at all, quite the opposite actually. She fucked you hard and fast, skin slapping against skin.

She fell forward into you, her head in your shoulder. She let out soft grunts as she fucked you, she was getting off on this just as much as you were.

"Such... a... good... girl.. for me" She babbled out.

You quickly were being rushed towards your climax,

"Gonna cum, please Diana."

She propped herself back up properly and picked up her pace, adjusting herself so she could reach even deeper into you.

"Cum for me, babygirl." She grunted out.

After a few more thursts, you were tumbling over the edge, your mouth opened for a silent scream.

She didn't stop however, she slowed her thrusts down to help you ride out your orgasm, but the second she felt like it was over, she flipped you over and picked up the pace.

Her hand grabbed your hair and pushed your face into the mattress, fucking you harder than before.

"Dee, please, its so much." You whimpered out.

"You can take it pretty girl." She assured you, not letting up on the pace.

It was quick that you found yourself coming undone again, "Fuck!" You screamed as you fell over the edge once more.

This time, she actually slowed down. She collapsed on top of you, her head resting in the crook of your neck. She panted softly as her thrusts slowed to a complete stop.

After a few moments of you both catching your breath, she pulled out of you and rolled over. You rolled over as well, resting your head on her chest.

"This definitely broke some rule." You giggled.

"I mean, the sex was good, they can fire me." She shrugged, this only made you laugh harder.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

a / n : hii hope you enjoyed. this was heavilyyy inspired by mutuals post, hope i did it justice.

#diana taurasi #diana taurasi x reader #diana taurasi smut #phoenix mercury #lesbian #wlw #sen writes

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kpop---scenarios · 18 hours

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Charmer (1)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader x Suprise!

Genre: fwb, ex fwb, semi enemies to lovers

Warning: Heartbreak, small smut [18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 2k

“Why do you do that?” You scoff, slamming the front door closed before you throw your purse down on to the table. You stare at your.. Minho as you take off your jacket, angrily hanging it up in the closet. You can hear him scoffing and mimicking you behind your back, stopping awfully quickly as you turn around to face him.

“What Y/N?” He asks. “What did I do now?”

“You flirt with every single fucking girl that's around when I'm right beside you. Aren't we kinda like..” You pause.

He rolls his eyes again. “Friends with benefits, I guess ones who like each other?” He chuckles.

“This. This is where you confuse the hell out of me. You say you like me, you fuck me, we go out and do shit but then you do shit like this and say shit like this.” You say. “I don't get it. Either you wanna be with me and are gonna ask me out officially, which means you stop flirting with other girls.. or..” you pause.

Minho puts his hand up to stop you. “I'm just being friendly to them. It's not flirting.”

“If I weren't there, you would have kissed her. And don't tell me you wouldn't have.” You deadpan.

“So what if I would have? Kissing isn't cheating. Hell, sex isn't even cheating. It's not an emotional attachment, Y/N. I don't love them. But we're also not dating so what does that matter?”

“Have you slept with other women?” You ask. Your stomach sinks as you watch his face, his void of any expression, showing such a lack of empathy or sympathy, face.

“No.” He yawns.

“Please, Minho. Just stop flirting with other girls. I'm not joking. I don't like it and I've told you that. So you need to stop it or it's done, whatever this is, is done.” You say.

“This really isn't anything though, Y/N. I don't know how many times I have to remind you of that. We're not dating, and to be completely honest, we probably won't date.” He tells you.

“So this is really going nowhere then?” You ask. You didn't know if you wanted to hear the answer to this. You didn't want everything to change, it only takes a split second for your entire world to do a complete 180.

“I wouldn't say nowhere.” He chuckles. “I mean we have fun and stuff, but then we can also have fun with other people. I'm not looking to settle down right now, okay?” He says, placing his hand on your shoulder. “When I want to settle down, I'll let you know.” He smiles, taking his shirt off, then his pants before crawling into your bed. You didn't want to crawl in next to him, but you knew you would because when it came to Minho, you felt like you were addicted. Ever since you first saw him at some college frat party in your third year of school. He caught your eye immediately, and you couldn't look away no matter what you did. Even though he was with another girl, you paid her absolutely no mind as you watched the way his body moved when he danced, or how his eyes crinkled when he laughed. He was the most handsome man you'd ever seen and you wanted to know more.

When you finally had the courage to speak to him, he asked you out for a drink, and of course you said yes. You had a great time out with him, you drank, laughed and danced, it had been the most fun you'd had in quite a while. It was almost like he was bringing your spark back and you loved him for it. As the months went on, you fell more and more in love with him, but he was always very casual with you. Casual in the way he spoke to you in public, in the way he treated you in public but when the two of you were alone, on occasion, it felt like you were dating. You would eat dinner together, snuggle while you watched movies, he fucked you so good, when he didnt want it to be quick. He honestly made you confused and feel like you were dating when he was so sweet to you.

And now, two years later, the two of you are still doing the same thing. You hadn't been with anyone else other than him in the last two years, and even though he said he hadn't been with anyone else, you weren't sure if you completely believed him, and you didn't know how much longer you were going to be able to do this, which is something you seemed to say quite often to yourself but never did anything to change the situation, mainly because even though you weren't dating and he didn't treat you the greatest, you didn't want to lose him. It was demented. You knew you were demented but you couldn't resist him.

Minho rolls over, his arm draping over you as he grinds his hard cock into your ass.

“Mhmn.” He groans, pulling your panties down. You didn't say a word, instead scooted back, closer to him. He grabs your leg, putting it over him as he shimmies his boxers down, letting his cock out. He sucks his fingers before pushing them into your cunt, making him groan.

“You're already wet for me, huh, baby?” He says, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before using your wetness to coat his cock. He lines himself up before pushing into you. You gasp loudly, as you do each time he shoves his cock into you.

“You feel so good.” He whispers, his lips touching your ear. He quietly moans into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. “Play with your clit.” He groans. You reach between your legs, touching your already throbbing clit. You were so desperate for his touch, his emotions that you were willing to do as he says.

“Shit.” You gasp, clenching yourself around him as you rub yourself faster, Minho also picking up his pace as he fucks you. He brings his hand up, cupping your clothed breast, flicking your nipple over your shirt while he rams himself inside you.

“Cum baby. It's gotta be quick.” He gasps. It didn't matter how close you were or not, whenever he told you to cum, within seconds you would. You swore he had some kind of magic when it came to making you cum when he was around.

You cry out loudly as he moves faster but with shorter strokes, his impending orgasm building up quickly. He pants loudly in your ear, lightly groaning until he finally finishes, dumping his warm cum inside of you.

When he was done, he pulled up his boxers, rolling over to go to sleep. While you had to get up, get cleaned up before crawling back into bed

and you fall asleep that night, feeling guilty.

When you woke up in the morning, you looked over and Minho was already gone. This wasn't unusual for him, usually he'd fuck you, fall asleep and then leave really early around 4 or 5 in the morning to go home. Never waking you up, never saying goodbye. If he was feeling nice he would leave you a note but even that was rare. You got up for the day, doing your usual morning routine, if anyone asked you if you thought anything in your life would change today you would have absolutely said no. You lounged around for the day, not hearing anything from Minho, which was a little weird, he usually asked you to go for drinks with all your mutual friends but today you hadn't heard a single thing. Instead, Changbin had texted you around 8pm, telling you to come out and meet up with everyone. As you're finishing getting dressed and ready, your phone rings. And it's your favorite person in the world.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Bitch.” Jihyo yells into the speaker.

“Bitch yourself, it's 10am.” You laugh.

“No, seriously. Bitch.” She harshly whispers.

“What?” You gasp.

Years ago you and Jihyo had started saying bitch whenever you saw something you couldn't believe but you didn't want others to know you noticed it.

“Get down here. Now.” She says, hanging up the phone. You quickly finish up your look, grab your purse and head out the door. You were only a few minutes drive from the bar, so you hopped in a taxi quickly and made your way there. You paid your fare, rushing out of the cab and into the bar, where Jihyo was waiting at the door for you. She grabs onto your arm, pulling you towards the table of people you all recognized, all people you were friends with.

“Hey Y/N.” Changbin smiles, taking a sip of his beer.

“Y/N! Finally!” Hyunjin yells. You look around the table unsure of what Jihyo was telling you bitch for.

“What's going on?” You lean over to ask Jihyo.

“Just wait.” She urges, sipping her cocktail while her eyes dart around the room. You order a few drinks and shots to make sure you catch up to the rest of them. You were feeling fine and confident until Jeongin started to talk.

“I thought you and Minho were dating?” He asks, drinking his beer.

“It's complicated.” You say. “He's not ready to settle down.”

“Then why..” Jeongin starts before Jihyo cuts him off.

“Why what?” You ask, glancing around the table. They all look down, each one of them refusing to look you in the eyes. “You guys..” you start, until you see it. You see what Jihyo was saying bitch for. You watch as Minho struts towards the table, a woman wrapped around his arm.

“Long time in the bathroom.” Changbin mentions.

The girl giggles, hiding her face in Minho's shoulder as you glare at him. “Things take time, Bin.” Minho chuckles.

“Ah, Y/N. Who invited you?” He asks.

“Changbin.” You deadpan. “Who's the girl?” You ask, motioning to her.

“Ah, this is Jennie. My girlfriend.” He grins.

You choke on your drink.

“Girlfriend?” You gasp.

He nods his head.

“As of when?” You ask.

“This morning. We met up for breakfast and made it official.” He says.

Your heart sinks. He had just had his cock in you hours before, not to mention tells you he doesn't want to settle down, but then gets a girlfriend? Was it that he didn't want to settle down, or just that he didn't want to settle down with you?

“So what about our talk last night?” You yell. Your rage is consuming you. Why weren't you good enough now when you had been good enough to play the role for the last two years?

“What talk?” Minho laughs. He was looking at you like you were crazy.

“The one where you said you didn't want to settle down?” You yell.

“I'm sorry, Y/N.” He starts. “I was trying to be nice to you, you know, letting you down gently. But it seems that I need to be a little harsher with you now.” He says, giving you a pitiful side smile. “I just say that to women when I don't want anything more than just sex from them.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. You look around the table, everyone's mouths are hanging open.

“Minho..” Changbin starts. “That's fucked up, man.”

“What!?” He gasps. You can yell he genuinely doesn't think he's said or anything wrong.

You stand up abruptly, your chair falling back.

“Fuck you, Lee Know.” You spit.

“Y/N!” Jeongin and Jihyo call out. You dont hear them, your ears are ringing with fucking rage as you storm out of the bar, determined to cut off all kinds of contact with him. You wanted to, you really did. This had to be the last straw for you. But was it?

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leafington · 21 hours

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𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆! 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲!

content warning !! - penetration, heavy mentions of breeding/knocking up etc, creampie, ZERO protection, pregnancy, reader is on contraceptives but is implied they stopped, overstimulation, mating press, mommy kink(???), gn!reader but has female parts, cervix kissing

MEN WHO love watching the sight of his seed seeping out of your hole in all its glory. You're prescribed birth control but you still ask if he pulled out because you have zero clue after the mind-blowing experience of rough-affectionate pounding into your cunt that was just enough to knock the knowledge out of you. He grunts out a "yes", knowing damn well your entrance is overflowing—a pornographic sight if you will—filled of his cum. And by god does it look good like that.

MEN WHO relish and gush at the idea of having you nice and round with his kids, so it's become a recurring routine for him to make at least some attempt to watch the loaded white essence drip out of your pussy. Condom? Never heard of it. It'll come off mid-session, break due to his brutal thrusts where his tip is abusing the edge of your cervix, or he won't even wear one at all (with permission of course).

"Please baby, gotta fill you up so good." He groans, flicking at your clit after your third? fourth? orgasm, you're not quite sure. You whine in response, you're too tired to go again, but the ache between your legs are contradicting your own wishes. "Wanna make you a mommy, that okay? Just this once? One more time." He's already fucking his fist, basking in the feeling of your slick on both his hand and dick.

Oh what the hell. It won't kill you, and besides, his cock looks way too pretty for it to not be pistoling in you right now. With the last bit of remaining dignity, you mew out a small "Yes please.", and he gets right to work. Legs over your chest and on his shoulders.

It's just a matter of time before MEN WHO fuck you with full intentions of knocking you up get ahead in buying all sorts of parenting books, looking at baby items, etc. It's not his fault! You'd just look so good chasing after miniature versions of the two of you.

Before you knew it, you're surprising your husband on father's day with a fake reciept made with the help of your mother reading "Newborn baby x1", he's more than just happy, now he's got something else to care for the rest of his life.

The entire journey consists of him watching over you like a hawk, carrying all things over ten lbs, massaging your swollen ankles and feet. He doesn't complain at all when you hit him with your strangest cravings! Nine months later, you're greeting your beautiful baby girl into the world! He insists on you holding the baby first, you've done all the work so he thinks you deserve to enjoy the first few moments of this new life with your daughter.

When it's time to leave, MEN WHO helped pack your hospital bag prior to this are carrying that and doing the dad walk out of the maternity ward.

He's an amazing father too, the little girl's got him wrapped around her finger at just a few weeks old. You'll get up to pee and find your sleepy husband and fussy daughter in the kitchen as he preps a bottle for her, he hates when you wake up in the middle of the night to take care of her when he can just do it himself.

Once your husband is back to work in the office, he feels like he's missing so much of his baby girl's life! Lifting her head? He got called in. Rolling over? Night shift. Crawling? Overtime. Saying 'dada' as her first word? On a business trip. (He was beyond pissed about it.)

After your tired, clingy, and... needy husband returns. He's snaking his hands up your nightgown, buttering you up in compliments while praising you for being such a great mom to his daughter and him. Rambling about how you guys' little girl has grown up so fast and pouting over how much important milestones he wasn't there for. "How about another one, hm? Get you all round and swole again one last time." And while his words shocked you, you weren't exactly opposed to the idea.

MEN WHO have a breeding kink.

— ukai, akaashi, makki, hear me out.... ERWIN., nanami tbh (my office sirens), ayato, wriothesley (was picturing him doing the dad walk no joke), dainsleif, jean kristein, geto :((, + ur favs <3

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hii lyla, can you do a smut reaction of them getting horny bc their s/o started massaging them?

e tbm, amo ler oq vc escreve pq me ajuda MUITO no inglês, beijos linda

Seventeen getting horny because you started massaging them.

a/n: que gracinha!! eu comecei assim!! fico feliz que te ajuda também 😭 🙏 um monte de beijoooos!

Seungcheol: lies on the bed, muscles aching from his recent workout. you decide to focus on his massive thighs, kneading the tight muscles with determined pressure. every groan you let out in effort sends a shiver down his spine. your hands inch closer to his groin, and he stiffens, feeling his cock start to harden. the combination of your groans and the proximity of your hands is too much.

suddenly, he grabs your wrist, stopping you with pleading eyes. “i... i can't take it anymore. please, i need you.”

Jeonghan: feels a rush of arousal the moment your hands touch his back. you’re straddling his hips, your fingers occasionally scratching his skin lightly with your nails. he bites his lip, fighting the urge to flip you over and take you right there. but he waits, knowing how you’d sulk if he didn’t let you finish the massage.

“are you okay?” you ask, noticing his tension.

he smirks, “just enjoying myself. keep going.”

Joshua: he regrets agreeing to the massage as soon as your hands start gliding over his back. he shivers, his breath coming out in shallow pants. you haven’t even gotten into the massage properly, and he’s already struggling to control himself.

“are you teasing me?” he groans, turning his head to look at you with heated eyes.

Junhui: has the self-control of a monk. he lies there, letting you finish the massage without a word. but the moment you’re done, he grabs your oiled hands, pulling you towards him.

“now, it’s my turn,” he whispers, positioning himself above you.

Hoshi: is rock hard the second your hands start massaging him. whether it’s his thighs, arms, shoulders, or back, it doesn’t matter. your touch has this effect on him. he doesn’t even let you finish, flipping you over in the middle of the massage.

“fuck! ah��! you never let me finish,” you sulk between moans.

he thrusts into you, grinning. “can’t help it. your hands drive me crazy.”

Wonwoo: he starts to doze off as you massage him, occasional groans escaping his lips. by the time you’re done, he’s turned onto his back, and you see the hard bulge straining against his shorts. he hisses slightly, his arousal almost painful.

“you really have that effect on me,” he murmurs, pulling you closer.

Woozi: he really tries to hide his arousal, using a cushion on his lap or his hands to cover himself. but you notice the change in his moans, the way they get louder and more desperate.

“is something wrong?” you ask innocently.

he blushes, looking away. “i... you just feel so good.”

Minghao: he is used to your massages. it's a comforting ritual in your relationship, one you both enjoy immensely. today, however, he’s feeling unusually horny and sensitive. your hands work expertly over his back, and he lets out a low, contented sigh.

“feels good?” you ask, smiling as you knead the knots from his muscles.

“yes, but today... it’s different,” he murmurs, shifting slightly.

you pause, sensing his arousal. “different how?”

he looks at you with a heated gaze. “i’m too horny. today is your day..."

Mingyu: he's cooking when you come up behind him, massaging his shoulders through his shirt. he lets the knife rest on the cutting board, placing his hands on the counter and closing his eyes.

“mmm, that feels nice,” he murmurs.

you feel him tense slightly and ask, “what happened?”

he lets out an embarrassed moan, saying shamefully, “i’m... hard.”

you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his hips and palming him through his shorts. “looks like you need another kind of massage.”

Seokmin: he loves your massages, always asking for one after practice. he usually falls asleep, but today is different. he just returned from tour, and when you offer a massage, he eagerly accepts. but instead of falling asleep, he feels the longing for your touch in a different way. his cock is rock hard, staining his white underwear with precum.

“for once, can we have a different kind of massage?” he asks, glancing at his erection.

Seungkwan: seungkwan got hurt playing badminton and is now listening to you scold him while you massage his thighs. your hands graze his cock occasionally, not intentionally, but enough to make him groan.

“you always push your limits,” you scold, “and now look at you.”

he shifts, his arousal evident. “you can keep scolding me if you want to, but could you ride me, please?”

Vernon: you find vernon working on his music, hunched over his macbook at the hotel desk. you decide to help him adjust his posture and start massaging his shoulders. he closes his eyes, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“you need a break,” you exclaim, kissing his cheek.

he nods, mouth slightly open. “yeah, i do.”

noticing the bulge in his sweatpants, you smirk. “how about a special break?”

Chan: chan is tense about his work, massaging his temples as he places his computer on the center table. he throws himself on the sofa, still and tense. your delicate hands suddenly start massaging his shoulders, and he spasms before melting into your touch.

“you’re so tense,” you murmur, working out the knots.

he nodded, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. the night turned into you giving him head, your hands and mouth working to help him finally relax.

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mixtapedoh · 2 days

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and it was all yellow | y.j.

welcome back to SVTU ! lost your way? refer to our campus map for directions.

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader with guest appearances from c. seungcheol, h. joshua, w. junhui, and more !

word count: ~5.9k genre: neighbors to friends to lovers warnings: language, intermittent Lore Dumping™ (i have to kick us off into svtu somehow), jeonghan is a little shit, light suggestive themes (heavily lampshaded and perhaps only occuring twice?)

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olive's notes: these individual headcanon sets are going to be very ~stream of consciousness~, so bear with me, here. second, cheol and jeonghan are brothers (and there's a secret third brother i'll introduce eventually, don't you worry), also, thank you for stopping by <3. now here's the content you signed up for.

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now playing... ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ... ⌜ angel baby — troye sivan ⌟

AND IT WAS ALL YELLOW ☄. *. ⋆

— it all started when jeonghan realized that jun was loaded.

now, don't get him wrong. it wasn't as though he had befriended jun because jeonghan had been looking for someone rich and easily persuaded. it's not like jeonghan used his ineffable charm to win over the quasi-cryptid that was wen junhui because of jun's apparent legacy funds.

not that jeonghan couldn't have done — he clearly had the persuasion and cunning to do it — he just didn't. jeonghan wasn't in need of someone else's money. please. he was very capable of taking care of himself, thank you very much, he was just also, however, very good at knowing things.

especially those things that could be used to his advantage.

— and well... wen junhui was loaded. wealthy as shit. a classic trust fund baby. a walking dollar sign that just so happened to share classes with jeonghan every year since he started SVTU as a political science major (of arts, of course. he hadn't taken latin in high school to not absolutely crush the romance languages in uni).

— you see, SVTU had this fun little program for long-suffering students interested in the government and manipulating it to their will wherein if you took merger courses — lectures that ate up a hell of a lot of your time and money but gave substantial credit hours that counted for both applied and allied course credit — you could get a jump start on your degree, be offered more opportunities for internship, and explore a subject's "many facets" through "multiple lenses."

to jeonghan, it meant working faster and harder so that he might graduate early and get into the actual politics of pol sci quicker — at a more “genius” and “revolutionary” age.

(half of politics, after all, was being appealing enough to make headlines. there wasn’t time to waste, in the long run.)

to wen junhui it had to mean something different — after all, jun was a pre-law student with a completely different career path from the other party involved (though jeonghan had considered law at one point in time — something he’s not above admitting though certainly not pining after). merger courses for him likely meant an expedited process to law school. but that was truly beside the point. an aside.

— what mattered in the end, was that jeonghan and jun had more than enough shared merger courses to go around, and in the process of things, had gone from strangers to acquaintances, then study partners (blame it on the fact that jun — the altruistic leaning bastard he was — actually tutored in his free time. willingly. as in, not a joke.) to committed group project members, and eventually to that nebulous thing called friendship.

ask them both when that final stage commenced and you’d get varying responses — jeonghan always far more generous than jun in such regards, but almost annoyingly so, like he wanted to be the one leaning more on the ridiculous.

— yes, it was quite a ways into their friendship when jeonghan learned that wen junhui, his sweet jun, was loaded. like, living alone off of campus in his own two bedroom apartment on the wealthy side of the city that prospered from the University Living Aesthetic™, loaded. as in, so loaded he could have easily found more than enough willing bodies to become roommates with him and help pay for the exorbitant expenses but simply decided against it because he hadn’t, and i quote “thought about it before.”

“never thought about it? jun. how much does this place cost?”

and jun had to think for a minute. genuinely think about how much he paid in monthly rent. “i suppose for a month’s rent i pay around… [REDACTED].”

and jeonghan was no stranger to dramatics, to be sure, but anyone else would have gaped the same as him. “[REDACTED]??”

"[REDACTED]."

"...shit."

— yes, jeonghan finding out that jun was loaded, living in a (rather well kept) apartment with an empty room, no roommates, and an assortment of (dying) houseplants that needed care, was truly the beginning of it all.

— after all, while the chaos settled in a year after the fact when he and joshua would finally move in with jun because of circumstances that aren't truly relevant to the here and now, all true origins start a little before dramatic changes. there's always a gentle precursor, something soft that sets the stage. rumblings of change are necessary forefathers to the strength of revolution; jeonghan learning that jun was a walking line of credit with property to his name and a work ethic that would make any professor blush was necessary groundwork for the events that would follow.

and goddamn, if things didn't follow.

— but i suppose, if we're back tracking all the way to jeonghan and shua moving in with jun on one very ill timed sunday (jun had an exam in his special topics in deviance, crime, & the law course the next day), we are also brushing up against jeonghan meeting you.

another precursor to the chaos that would follow. another tremor that would shake the ground and cause things to tumble.

— you also lived in the terraces on 17th and attended svtu. you lived on the same floor as jun — two apartments down from his, no less — and his first week there, you showed jeonghan the campus shuttle routes that passed right outside the complex (he'd come to learn that the domino route was the one you took most often, as it led right to the heart of the university, but the pinwheel route was also a convenient option for evening courses).

— you and jeonghan weren't friends right away. no, you were always a friendly face around the complex and a decent conversationalist when stuck in the elevator together, but it wasn't as though you and jeonghan became fast friends. you were just neighbors for a while; just another person grabbing mail on monday afternoons, stopping at the in-residence coffee shop on bleak wednesday mornings, ordering pizza on saturday evenings and giving joshua a slice after he weaponizes his big, brown eyes.

— and then came The Series of Fire Alarm Mishaps.

— you see, at some point in the middle of the semester, someone new moved into the apartment building, in the same hall as you and jeonghan. at first, you barely even noticed the change, and then they started cooking.

— which wouldn't have been a problem. if they had been good at it.

the first few times the (incredibly loud and not unreasonably sensitive) fire alarms from down the hall had gone off, it had been unfortunate - a mild nuisance that disrupted what jeonghan had been doing, and nothing more. but then, the first few times became multiple, and from multiple, came a pattern. every other day, at least twice, the fire alarm next door would go off. and it would always be at different times - breakfast, the afternoon, early evening, even sometimes at 1:28 in the morning. the fire alarm would sound, and while it would mostly be no longer than a minute or two, it was still enough to be irritating.

you and jeonghan talked about it every time you saw each other in passing, or just so happened to be taking the same shuttle to campus (which happened quite often, anymore, since jeonghan enrolled in an extra course to help him graduate all the sooner). your neighbor and that damn fire alarm. your neighbor and their inability to cook, yet unnecessary dedication to the craft. you both joked about the inevitability of them actually burning the apartment down.

— and then, one day, the fire alarm went off at 2:19, waking jeonghan up out of a dead sleep (he hadn't meant to fall asleep at his desk, and his neck would pay for it all the next day). he heard it, and immediately decided to ignore it, knowing it would stop soon.

but then it didn't.

at about 3.5 minutes of non-stop alarms, jeonghan was annoyed enough that he left his room and staggered into the kitchen for some water, where shua and jun were already waiting around, likely with the same idea (though it was clear that shua hadn't ever fallen asleep, and perhaps jun was in the same boat, though he'd changed into sweats and a light t-shirt).

at about 6 minutes, jeonghan opened the door to see if anyone else was, well... concerned.

and at 13 minutes, he was standing outside in the brisk autumn air, agreeing with jun as he whispered that if there wasn't an actual fire but just their talentless neighbor attempting to cook in the middle of the night, he was going to kill the bastard himself.

— and there, in the middle of all this stupidity — sleepily rocking back and forth from one foot to another — and on the other side of him, was you.

— and, well, when you offered to buy him and the rest of his roommates coffee at the convenience store that was just down the street, not far, he couldn't do much beyond say yes. what was he going to do? decline your offer?

and so all four of you walked to the convenience store and aimlessly wound your way through the almost neon colored aisles. jeonghan used the opportunity to stick to you like glue and get you to open up — about yourself and your roommates, both of whom had gone home for two weeks for (separate) family vacations (not that you were jealous. clearly the superior option was to stay at the apartment, embroiled in course work and standing outside at 2:00 am because of some loser neighbor who can't cook a singular meal without burning the building to the ground, and yet refuses to have anything delivered).

— in the end, the fire hadn't been bigger than something contained in the pan ("thank god," you had said, shaking your hands in lackluster triumph, "i have a physics exam next week. i need those notes more than you know"), but at only 4 months of having a new neighbor, someone new moved in within 2 weeks at most. and, after being neighbors for almost 7 months, you and jeonghan were decidedly friends.

after all, you bought him a triangular gimbap, ice cream, and convenience store coffee. jun had slipped away with just a banana milk (which he promptly paid back the next day), and shua nearly bought out the whole store once the two of you got to talking about the best midnight (and hours after) snacks lining the walls. at the least, he was indebted to you, which could only be solved by more trips to the convenience store with more mindless conversation, and more time for the both of you to endear yourself to the other.

and the way jeonghan saw it, friendship at that point was inevitable. especially when, at the start of the next semester, you and jeonghan both had an early morning class and used the domino route to get to class via campus shuttle.

(and sure, jun had an early class, too, and drove himself to campus everyday, meaning jeonghan could have easily just gotten a ride, but he didn't. for no particular reason, really, he just never did; but one frost bitten morning after a snowstorm, when jeonghan was waiting at the shuttle stop and you stood beside him, bundled up in a thick winter coat and rubbing the tips of your fingers to keep them warm, you turned to him, the cord of the wired headphones the both of you always shared swaying from the movement (a streak of yellow against all this white, the sun in the middle of stark winter), and smiled, "i'm glad you're here with me." and maybe — just maybe — that was reason enough.)

— and thus, for reasons above explained, in the end, it all started with jeonghan learning jun was loaded. if it weren't for that simple knowledge, he wouldn't be anywhere near where he currently stood.

— which was the open doorway of jun's apartment, garbage in hand, falling in love with you.

"what?"

and you at least had the presence of mind to be flustered by it.

jeonghan could laugh, really. "is that my jacket?"

it totally was, and perhaps the way you fiddled with the sleeve of it and scoffed awkwardly, refusing to meet his eyes, was the true giveaway that you knew it most certainly was. "i don't know, is it?"

you were met with smug silence, so of course, you'd elaborate.

"i thought it belonged to my ex. i just chose what looked the warmest. it's storming out there — you might want something more than a sweatshirt if you're taking that all the way to cans." you gestured to the garbage bag — a detail jeonghan had almost forgotten at the sight of you in his clothing.

"you think your ex would have bought that?"

of course he wasn't going to take your bait in changing the subject. that would make things easy. you rolled your eyes, spinning your key ring and making it jingle. "hoseok has great style. it's just different from yours."

"and that jacket is more my style than his."

"it is," you conceded. under jeonghan's gaze you stuck one half of the jacket out, towards him. "do you want it now? you'll need it out there."

"i don't think i will. not when i'll have your sunny presence to warm me."

and for a split second your eyes narrowed. you had just come in from the storm — that much was plain to see from the wet of the jacket to the reusable grocery bag in your hand, full of pantry odds and ends. there was no need to go back out, and you and jeonghan both knew it. and not to mention that the invitation (thinly veiled) was unattractive — stay inside where it was warm or brave the stormy weather once more, all for a garbage run?

"race you to the elevator."

— and see, the truth of the fact was, it wasn't as though you made it difficult to fall in love with you (though even if you had, jeonghan would have liked the challenge, perhaps. there's fun in plenty of things). you were generous, a good conversationalist, you bitched about people with jeonghan but still tried to see the best in them, you were knowledgeable about the most random yet oddly applicable things, and for all of his teasing, you put up with him. perhaps enjoyed him.

— it certainly confused seungcheol, to say the least (but don't such things always confuse brothers).

"as someone who's had a lifetime to cherish your personality, there has to be something wrong with this y/n if they're willingly spending time with you. i'm trying to save my soul, putting up with you on the daily. they have no excuse."

"if i'm going to respond to that, you'll have to give me five minutes to run first."

and it ended with jeonghan quickly pushing away from the table, trying to duck out of seungcheol's grasp; but of course, the older brother and president of the boxing club would get him anyway, and through laughter, attempt to knock some humility into jeonghan (it wouldn't stick).

— but no need to focus on all of that, now. after all, this deep into the semester, jeonghan was busy enough without Crippling Thoughts of Romance.

— the worst damage you wrought thus far was making him choke that day you wandered into karaoke club and he was in the middle of a duet joshuji had managed to cajole him into doing on the spot (you swore up and down that you didn't know he was even in the club to begin with, but something about your flustered behavior and shua's glee at the whole affair made him consider otherwise); while it had been a (minor, he claimed) blow to his pride, it was easily pushed aside. jihoon, the bastard, might bring it up on occasion — the one (1) time angel voice yoon jeonghan chokes, and it's all on camera — but other than that, jeonghan? cool as a cucumber.

the last thing he'd do is be awkward around a crush. jeonghan was cool; jeonghan was suave; jeonghan was speaking in the third person because joshuji had been on a self-love bender a few months back and had said daily affirmations into the mirror every morning, and after finding out and teasing him relentlessly for it, jeonghan unfortunately picked up the habit.

AND IT WAS ALL YELLOW (CONT.) ☄. *. ⋆

— and now that we've gotten this far, i suppose it's time we bring up Jeonghan Habits™ because there were many, the closer you and jeonghan got to each other, strings of fate drawing you ever nearer, joining you at the hip.

— for one, it seemed that ever since that first unfortunately timed run to the convenience store at hours after-midnight, jeonghan felt comfortable just showing up at all odd hours of the evening, all messy hair and too-big hooded sweatshirts (most stolen from seungcheol, he'd reveal to you one day when you were confused as to just when jeonghan had picked up a love of maltese puppy conventions — enough to get a commemoriative sweatshirt, no less), with the oh-so-enticing offer of going to grab a snack.

he even called it a date, once, when you were wrapped up in three blankets and your fuzzy house slippers, weakly try to convince him to just rummage through you're cupboards instead

"you're so cold you're going to cancel our date? and here i thought we had something real."

(you'd been so flustered by the whole exchange you simply ended up going to the with him, hoping that the act of Just Doing It would buy you time against his rapid fire machine gun comebacks — probably exactly what the fucker had planned in his 4d chessboard of a brain — and jeonghan took the opportunity to file away in his mind the cute expression that crossed your face in the split second that the words hit you fully in the chest and you floundered, wide-eyed into recovery)

— another, of course, was his habit of casually leaving things at your place whenever the two of you hung out; the first few times he left something — his jacket, a pair of sunglasses, necklaces that you don't ever quite recall him taking off to begin with — you promptly returned it with the naive belief that it was a one-off mistake not like to happen again. but it just kept happening, and so eventually, you just stopped returning.

if it were important, jeonghan would have texted you about it — he texted you about all kinds of random things, anyway, his lost socks would be no more strange than texts of ootds or how particularly sparkly his eyes looked that day.

and he never did...

until you started to wear the things he left, of course.

'should i get two of these?' the text came in while you were walking to your next class, taking your sweet time since the weather had cleared up nicely and the campus shuttles were running smoothly — not a single one hand been late all week, a sure change from usual. a moment later your phone chimed again, and jeonghan had sent a picture of a silver ring with a greek key styling. it was cool enough, and fit in nicely with jeonghan's usual style of accessory (not that you were particularly knowledgeable of such things... haha.)

'sure, but why 2?'

'so you can have one of your own instead of stealing it.'

'???!?'

'look at your outfit right now. you're wearing MY necklace. it's been missing for weeks.'

'YOU LEFT IT AT *MY* APARTMENT??????'

'you still have necklaces of your own; didn't have to be mine.'

'😑'

'so what's your ring size?'

'stfu'

— in your defense, you didn't think it was an issue, borrowing the things he'd randomly leave at your apartment. it had started off innocuously enough — seonghwa and momo (your roommates, bless them) needed you to go grab a few last minute ingredients for dinner (they were the ones cooking, so charitably you offered to do the grunt work) and when you couldn't find your own sunglasses, there were jeonghan's, just sitting on your dresser and waiting to be used.

and after that, well... jeonghan had nice style, okay? you were not immune to convenient and accessible clothing. if jeonghan wasn't so forgetful of his own articles of clothing, it wouldn't be the case that you steal his favorite sunglasses and borrow his usual rings and get a little too caught up in the way his cologne lingers on his jackets and night shirts, a smell all-too comforting and somehow tempting...

— you attempted to give the necklace back later that week when you and jeonghan met up to take the domino route to university, but he just shrugged it off and told you that you might as well keep it. he already bought himself another.

and besides. it looked good on you.

— and as for the last of Jeonghan's Habits™ (certified and trademarked, of course, everything jeonghan did was protected by common law)... well... the discovery of this one came later, at a time you weren't expecting it, and so perhaps that explains why it makes you as flustered as it does.

— see, it's of no surprise that yoon jeonghan is clingy in a very positive sense.

being friends with jeonghan is always being kept in the loop, having an ongoing dialogue about most everything, doing lot of Things together and always knowing that if there's something you're even thinking of doing, jeonghan has already cleared his schedule in anticipation of going to do said thing alongside you.

— what surprised you, but really shouldn't have (so perhaps the right word is simply astonished, flustered, made giddy by the realization of), was that he was also very cuddly. and very hard to be talked out of, no less.

— and like, okay, sure, it was kind of hypocritical of you to be taken aback when you'd been indulging jeonghan of his affinity for physical touch for quite some time, now.

the surprise hugs whenever he caught you waiting for the campus shuttle or simply Minding Your Own Business, his inclination towards taking your hand to make you walk a little faster when the two of you were going convenience store diving (yes, again), the quite literal poking and prodding whenever he was attempting to get you to change your mind and agree with his worst impulses... it was all pretty damning, in retrospect. but it never really fazed you: jeonghan's cuddly sort of behavior.

though you had gotten a smug kind of glee whenever you initiated contact and jeonghan's cheeks would warm to a beautiful shade of pink before he'd counter his own seeming embarrassment with a comment like "aaahhhh y/n, you're so familiar, what would others think if they saw you?"

randomly touch jeonghan's forearm, whether to pull him closer for some reason or another or just to softly massage the skin while you absentmindedly scrolled on your phone (instagram scrolling was sacred time you and jeonghan shared — then you didn't have to send him the reel with your comments, you could just tap him on the shoulder and show him). they way jeonghan would get all shy at the touch — like maybe he felt some of those butterflies that perpetually fluttered about in your stomach whenever he was around — was all the satisfaction you could ever need.

— so yes, you were quite used to clingy jeonghan. but cuddly? you had never quite strayed into full cuddle territory... until you did.

— that fateful night, you had lovingly been given notice via a very abrupt group text that you would not be able to return to your apartment for the evening (someone was going to have company over, doing... things that familiar company do) and when you had told jeonghan of your plans to join seonghwa in his trip to the computer rooms at crescent hub (they were open 24 hours and while it was based on reservation, you were almost always able to get a seat), he offered you come to his apartment instead.

either that, or i guess you could spend your time watching the gaming club host whatever tournament they had going on — apparently jun was planning to be gone for Quite Some Time (as a senior member of the club) and shua was there... for moral support? that part was unclear, to be quite honest, but it wasn't as though shua ever needed a reason to be Busy and Outgoing, so it didn't quite matter much, in the end.

"why aren't you at crescent hub with your roommates, then?"

"and encourage them? ah... don't make me look soft."

and you're sure that the way you roll your eyes can be heard through the phone.

"i had an assignment to finish." / "you had work to finish."

"but! it's all been submitted now."

"then i'll meet you."

— after all, it's not like you were a stranger to jun's apartment — you'd hung out there plenty of times as your bond with jeonghan deepened and your friendship to shua and jun grew — and they did have a rather comfy couch... you were almost certain jeonghan's offer implied and unspoken 'you can at least get some comfortable sleep on our vertiable cloud of a couch when i'm done prying at the finer details as to just who momo decided to bring home.'

you both, after all, had a deep-seeded delight for gossip.

— and when you got there, it was exactly what you expected: jeonghan had seemingly raided the pantry finding ingredients so the two of you could make dakdoritang — excepting the carrot, of course.

despite his seeming love for convenience store runs and general lazy attitude toward preparing his own meals, cooking together seemed to be something jeonghan enjoyed lately — or at least, that's what you surmised. to you, it seemed that one day jeonghan woke up and chose cooking as a new hobby.

if you were to ask jeonghan, he would brush it off, of course, probably saying something about his mom visiting and praising jun's affinity for cooking and there was no way jeonghan could let the bastard win — but really all it had taken was one (1) absentminded hand on his chest from you and a "hannie, can you pass me the garlic cloves?" for him to make cooking with you a new personality trait of his. go figure.

— and so the two of you made your stew while debating which movie you should watch when you were done. you ended up compromising on some drama that you'd seen people claim was so bad it was good, and it really was. the cringe,,,, the mutual yelling at the tv,,,,,,, threatening the lives of fictional characters,,,,,,, talking over whole dialogue scenes because you had a brilliant rewrite in mind and jeonghan simply couldn't resist the way you looked when there was an earnestness in your eyes and an opinion on your lips,,,,

it was quite late, indeed, before you even knew it. and when you switched the tv to a music video you really wanted to show jeonghan, the autoplay sort of took over, and your mind sort of shut down... drifted off to sleep.

— you woke up at some point in the early morning; the sound of the lock clicking and the door opening wasn't the sound you were used to, in your apartment two doors down, and it was just enough to snap you awake momentarily, still half in dream yet with one foot in reality.

it was just shua and jun, and they whispered an apology before padding off to their respective rooms (jun his own, shua his shared room with hannie), clearly worn out from their gaming activities.

— but that little push to semi-wakefulness was just enough for you to take stock of where you were, and you noticed belatedly that jeonghan had never left to go back to his room. you were both sleeping on the couch, legs intertwined; jeonghan was resting his head on your shoulder and your hands were reaching out, as if almost to give him a subconscious hug.

— the embarrassment ran through your nervous system almost instantly, and when you made to slowly and gently move your limbs so you were less... interwoven, jeonghan stirred and, still sleeping, pulled you back towards him. perhaps even closer than before.

you couldn't help yourself. a giggle escaped you; perhaps half nerves, mostly endearment. jeonghan stirred again and the sound and you covered your mouth, not wanting to wake him.

he stilled soon enough, and before drifting off again, you kissed him on the forehead.

— when you fully woke up the next morning, jeonghan had already began his day, but he didn't even try to hide the fact that the both of you had unwittingly unlocked a new feature in this friendship of yours. he sort of just... took the night prior as a confirmation that cuddling was on the list of approved actions and refused to let go of you, after.

not that it bothered you, of course.

it just seemed that the butterflies in your stomach were given wild energy at this new development; all your strategies for calming them suddenly ineffective.

AND IT WAS ALL YELLOW (CONT.) ☄. *. ⋆

— so.

if you had asked jeonghan at any point in his life if he were good at manipulating, his answer would be an unequivocable yes.

deceit? of course.

scheming? obviously.

lying? naturally.

blackmailing? most assuredly.

gaslighting, gatekeeping, girlbossing? undoubtedly.

changing criteria? yes.

moving goalposts? clearly.

hiding the apparent? well...

— see, the thing is... you get so good at the others that concealing the obvious isn't exactly necessary. everyone might know to be wary of the scheming, cheating, self-serving yoon jeonghan, but it didn't change the fact that he was so astute at the rest of it, image didn't exactly matter.

and besides, why save face when it was so fun to see people accuse him of what they were all very aware?

— so yes, jeonghan was quite skilled at all manner of deception. the one facet he was not so adept in was hiding his feelings toward the matter.

— thus, it should be no surprise that everyone and their mother knew jeonghan had a crush.

and it was only getting worse.

— don't ask jun when he put the dots together — he was more emotionally intellectual than he let on most of the time — and don't ask joshuji when either — that fucker had this quirk where he joked about something before it had real honest basis, but in some way only attributed to the gift of clairvoyance, he always seemed to be right. if you were to ask joshua, he'd likely recall the first time he had looked at jeonghan and wiggled his eyebrows and call that he knew then (he didn't; at least, not really).

— as for s.coups... well, don't ever ask cheol anything about jeonghan. he'd rather die than give it to you straight.

please. when he could embarrass jeonghan? seungcheol lives for that shit.

after all, what else are older brothers for?

— so yes, it was obvious to those close to him that jeonghan was in the long-suffering limbo of Having A Thing For Your Best Friend But Not Acting On It, and it had been apparent for months.

— after all, it felt like centuries ago that joshua had offered to play matchmaker for jeonghan and you — the veritable apple of his eye — and set the two of you up on a date.

it had been some lazy morning and jun nearly spit out his breakfast.

"you'd both love it! i'd get jihoon to play something romantic on the violin; well, maybe recorder—"

cue jun choking once more.

"and you could be there waiting in full suit and tie."

"with couples rings waiting in the bread basket." and joshua's eyes went comically and maniacally wide at jun's inclusion.

"ah, cheol would crash any date like that."

"but then y/n could get his blessing!"

— at some point, jun was at his wits end.

in his defense, it was him who had to see the two of you be all sweet and love-struck all the time, giggling and teasing each other on his couch in his apartment while all he's trying to do is eat a sorry excuse of a subway sandwich (eat fresh.) before jetting off to his internship again.

if you had to see that shit while eating soggy bread you'd be annoyed, too.

one more "aigoooo" while jeonghan squishes your cheeks, and you bat him away with a roll of your eyes and jun would take a knife out of the block behind him.

— especially when jeonghan started calling you "angel" at every chance he got. had jun's eye twitching, it did. never had he regretted getting roommates until jeonghan fell in love.

one day jun learned that the phrase "get a room" made at least one of you self conscious enough to at least tone it down, and he never stopped weaponizing it, since.

— of course, overtime jun's protests became background noise, but once, when your roommates and jeonghan's all went to the museum of fine arts together to celebrate the end of finals week (it was free admission so long as you had your svtu activities card), jun had deadpanned his new favorite phrase in the middle of the outdoor conversation area. jeonghan had turned to you grinning, like it was the excuse he'd been waiting for all day, and after a lighthearted "shall we?" you grabbed his hand and the two of you pranced off to explore the sculpture terrace.

jeonghan had raised an eyebrow at your choice of exhibit, but you pulled him over to a sculpture of a human figure with black wings and flashed a smile: “it’s not a private room, but i think it works.”

“if you’d prefer it, i’m sure there’s a custodial closet we could go to instead. i bet there's one right outside, even.”

you snorted. “and if i did kiss you? what would you do then?"

— you stunned him into silence. him. yoon jeonghan.

— right as he was about to recover and shoot back some smartass comment, you laughed — the sound clear and playful, bright and radiating with warmth — and then you wandered to where they showcased student work.

— umm... uhhh... WHATTHEFUCKWEREYOUDOING WHATTHEFUCKWASGOINGONNNNNN

“angel.”

you hummed absentmindedly, only half hearing jeonghan through the internal screaming reverberating in your skull.

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…”

he was closer now, if you focused, you were sure you could feel him, inching closer, right behind you, just to your right…

— he kissed your cheek: half on the corner of your lips, half on the soft of your skin.

— you couldn’t help yourself. you turned.

“if you were bold enough to kiss me here, i’d kiss you back. then i’d be scandalized, ‘how forward!’”

your mouth opened: in shock, in delight, in laughter, in a heavenly mix of the three. jeonghan just stood there, all self-satisfied grin.

“you could waste your time finding a comeback, or you could be forward.”

“i think i have time for both.”

☄. *. ⋆

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SVT (sophrosyne; virtù; truth) University hopes you've enjoyed your stay !

#writing.svtu #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #svt imagine #svt x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan imagine #yoon jeonghan x reader #still in that limbo of not knowing how to tag things but fuck it we ball ✌︎#if you want more svtu!jeonghan feel free to send in asks!!!!#honestly svtu has been eating at my brain for so long i have NOTES for this universe i'm so full of this story you could ask me any minute #detail and i probably have Reasons and Thoughts for it #all at once i had more planned for this headcanon set and yet nothing to add so we'll see what i end up doing with this headcanon set #also i think this reader deserves to have poodle jeonghan too that hairstyle lives rent free

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Deal » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female Reader

Summary: You’re the new nurse for the Avengers and Bucky pretends to be hurt just to see you so you make a deal with him and agree to go on a date with him.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting, kissing, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“What happened this time, Sergeant Barnes?” You asked as Bucky walked in your office.

“Nothing too extreme.” Bucky took a seat on the exam table. “During the mission, some dumbass thought it would be a good idea to try to stab me when I wasn’t looking.” He explains.

He took his shirt off, revealing the cut mark on his right shoulder. You walked over to him and examined it. You walked away for a moment to get the supplies you needed to stitch him up.

“You need to learn how to be more careful during missions, Sergeant.” You say, setting everything up.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, doll. I know what I’m doing.” He says.

“I know you do.” Your voice is soft. “Now be a good boy and lay back for me.” You say with a smile.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky says flirtatiously as he laid back on the exam table.

You numbed his shoulder and began stitching him up. You were so focused on stitching him up that you didn’t know he was staring at you. Actually, he was admiring your beauty.

“You’re staring.” You say, not taking your eyes off of his shoulder.

“I’m not staring. I’m simply admiring your beauty.” He says softly.

You couldn’t help but blush. Bucky will do anything to see you and flirt with you. That’s why he’s in your office most of the time. He’ll pretend to be hurt just to see you. You just go along with it. Bucky has a crush on you and you have a crush on him.

“Go out with me.” Bucky says out of nowhere.

“What?” You asked, caught off guard.

“Go out with me.” He repeats.

“Bucky, I-I-” You didn’t know what you say so you just said the first thing that popped into your mind. “I’ll give you an answer when I’m done stitching up your shoulder.” You say.

You put your focus back on stitching up Bucky’s shoulder, but you could help but imagine what it would be like to go on a date with him. You smiled to yourself when an idea popped into your head.

“You’re all done.” You say, doing the last stitch.

Bucky looked down at his right shoulder, admiring the great work you did with the stitches as you cleaned up. You went to your desk and wrote down in his chart that you put stitches on his right shoulder.

“What’s your answer?” Bucky asks, hopping down from the exam table and put his shirt back on.

“I’ll go on a date with you on one condition.” You say, turning around to face him.

“Anything. What is it?” He asks.

“Try not to get hurt for a week. Deal?” You say.

“Deal.” He agrees. “Kiss on it?” He asks flirtatiously.

Bucky kissed you before you could say anything. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you against his body. Your hands found their way to his head, running your fingers through his long hair. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you breathless.

“That’s just a little preview of what’s to come for our date.” Bucky says softly.

You were speechless as you watched him walk out of your office.

1 WEEK LATER

The week has finally ended. It took everything in Bucky to not fake an injury. He was definitely looking forward to his date with you and so were you.

Bucky walked in your office just as you were finishing up work. He knocked on the open door to get your attention. You looked up from your desk and smiled when you seen him. You walked over to him and greeted him with a kiss on his lips.

“You went a week without getting hurt or faking an injury.” You smiled. “I’m proud of you.” You say, pecking his lips.

“I tried my best.” Bucky says with a smile.

You grabbed your things and closed your office door and walked hand in hand with Bucky.

“Does this mean you’re mine now?” He asks with a cheeky smile.

“We’re just now going on our first date and you’re already asking me to be your girlfriend.” You say with a small giggle.

“Well, what do you say, doll? Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks with a big smile on his face.

Instead of saying yes, you stood on your tippy toes to kiss his lips passionately.

“Does that answer your question, Sarge?” You asked softly.

“Mhmm.” Bucky hums with a smile, kissing you again.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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Nothing but his Wife

Pairing - Emily Prentis x Fem!Reader Summary - When Y/n comes face to face with her college best friend, she begins to admit that maybe they weren't just best friends after all. Inspired by 'Good Luck, Babe' by Chappell Roan <3 Warnings - Reader coming out? Words - 1.1K A/n - I can't believe that this is my first time writing for Emily but I thought about this idea and had to write a little oneshot.

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There had always been something between the two of them. Something which, for years, had been left unsaid. Emily Prentiss had always just been Y/n's best friend...at least that was what she told everyone. The girl chose to keep their midnight kisses and care for one another (that went way past just friends) to herself. The two went separate ways after college, barely speaking a goodbye and they were both under the impression they would take such secrets to their grave.

And then the BAU just so happened to be investigating a case of which Y/n was reporting on.

Y/n had no idea what Emily had done after college, where life had taken her, but she shouldn't have been surprised by her success. Emily had always been focused, driven. She knew what she wanted and she made sure she got it.

The girl wandered through the police station in need of a statement. And just as she was at the reception, Emily noticed her. "Excuse me," She muttered to her team which were in the middle of discussing victimology.

Y/n hadn't changed all that much. Even after all these years, she still smiled the same way and had that glint in her eye that got her any news scoop she wanted. But even before Emily chose to speak, she took note of the one thing which had changed: her shiny new wedding ring. "Y/n?" She called her name like it wasn't real. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n gazed up, "Emily." She stated, almost like she had become a weight on her shoulders. "I'm working, what are you doing here?"

"Working."

The girl glanced passed her to where the team of FBI agents were seated, "Of course, I heard the BAU were here." She looked back to Emily, and glanced her up and down, "You want to give me a statement?" She pushed.

Emily completely bypassed her request, "I see you and him finally tied the knot." There was a sour look written on her expression - one of which she hadn't bothered to hide. "How long did it take you to say yes? Hm?" Sure, Emily couldn't be so certain, but she had her doubts about Y/n and her college boyfriend. The main one being the fact that Y/n herself had always said she never felt truly in love with him. Yet, somehow, she had married him.

The girl's head tilted in response, "Is that your statement?"

Before Emily could stop herself, she reached a hand out, letting it brush against the soft skin of the girl she was facing, "Y/n, I know you, alright? If he's still saying them things-"

Y/n snatched her hand away, "Don't- Don't profile me, Em." She huffed through a stern glance. "You don't know the last ten years of my life so don't act like you do."

"Then tell me." She urged.

But Y/n had simply rolled her eyes, "You've got work to do, so have I." And with that, she turned her back on Emily.

In the rushed thoughts, the worry that this may be the last time they bumped into one another, Emily's voice spoke out to her, "Don't say I didn't tell you so."

Y/n stopped. She thought about the girl's words. She thought about turning and responding that she didn't know what she was talking about. But, instead, Y/n kept walking until her figure slipped away from view.

A day passed and the BAU were able to close the case and Y/n had her story. Everything should have gone back to normal. Y/n should have returned home to her husband and Emily should have gotten into the car with her co-workers back to the BAU. Instead, the two found themselves in the same city, in the same place, wondering why they had stayed.

Two vodka sodas down and Y/n couldn't help herself. The girl pulled out her phone, scrolling far down in her contacts till she found Emily's name. She sent something as simple as her location. And then she bought herself her third vodka soda and swore to herself, if Emily didn't show before she finished her drink, this would be her last one.

But, of course, 20 minutes later, the door to the bar swung open. Y/n didn't dare look. Not until the bar stool next to her became occupied. "A whisky and coke please, single." Emily ordered before she dared to even glance over at the girl.

"You came," Y/n observed.

Emily shrugged as the bartender returned with her drink, "I assumed you wanted me to." She took a sip of her drink before raising a brow at the girl.

She swallowed the nerves which had been growing in her throat since she laid eyes on the girl the day before, "I keep thinking about what you said, when you asked how long it had taken me to say yes to his proposal." When Y/n's husband got down on one knee, she refused at first. She wasn't certain. She never was with him. But Emily...well it was her very certainty about the girl that scared her. "How did you know?"

"Like I said, I know you." She repeated herself, "When we were in college and when he finally asked you out, you were the same. You were never sure you wanted to be with him. Even when you were in that relationship, you were debating all the time if you wanted to leave him." The girl went on to explain. "I didn't blame you, alright? If I'm being honest, he was dick, you knew that. So why marry him?"

It was the same question she had been asking herself from the very moment he proposed till the morning of her wedding day. "I suppose- It was easier than admitting to myself what I really wanted." Her pupils fluttered up to Emily, a flicker of the person she used to be coming through.

"And do you know what you want now?"

The answer was easy when Emily was right in front of her, "I didn't understand the feelings when we were in college but, I know that with him I- well, I don't feel anything." She confessed. "But seeing you now, seeing you after all these years, I've never felt so certain about someone."

Emily reached her hand out, letting it wrap around hers. "Whenever you decide to leave him, I'll be waiting." She promised. "I've always been waiting."

And in that moment, Y/n knew what she wanted: Emily.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss oneshot #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #crimainal minds fanfic #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #x reader #fanfic #imagine #oneshot

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pupyuj · 7 hours

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The nation needs more Older G!P Stepsister Yujin 🗣🗣🗣

i actually don’t remember if i’ve written stepcest w yuj before and if i have it must’ve been forever ego so here’s a little food for ya’ll, courtesy of vexie 💕

annoying older stepsis yuj x spiteful bratty younger stepsis reader… well yes! 🥴 you and yujin hating each other the moment you met 😭 only playing nice when your dad and her mom are around bcs they want nothing more than to see their daughters getting along despite this odd situation they’ve put the two of you in ☹️ but as soon as they leave for work… yujin would spend the entire day annoying you, pulling pranks, insulting you, and sometimes even slutshaming you bcs she knows about your reputation in your university… which just so happens to be her own university’s nemesis in terms of sports (since she plays for her uni’s women’s soccer team and all) 🤓☝️ but sometimes you get the upper hand! there are days where yujin is too exhausted to bother you, merely giving you a dirty look before dissolving into the soft couches and watching her favorite shows for hours on end… and that was where you got the wicked idea to play into this whorish reputation your fellow schoolmates have given you!

see, ahn yujin may be to worst thing that has ever happened to you but she also just so happens to be criminally attractive so as messed up as it was, considering that you’re technically family, you were super into her! bcs come on! pretty, tall, hits the gym regularly, and is also very obviously interested bcs she was never at all subtle when staring at your ass while you walk around the house?? yujinnie was basically asking you to seduce her.. and that you did! coming down from the stairs wearing the nastiest pair of booty shorts and a thin tank top that you owned and having to hold back a triumphant smirk when you spotted yujin physically perking up at the sight of you… like a puppy that was eyeing her newest toy 🤭

gosh you did every cliche seducing tactics in that living room it was almost embarrassing 😭 bending over at the right angle for yujin to stare at your ass while you take the remote control from the coffee table, making sure that you have to walk in front of her before sitting down on the empty spot beside her, letting one strap of your tank top to fall down your arm and making sure your top was loose enough for yujin to see the slightest bit of your tits… well, suffice to say you were successful! and you knew bcs yujin immediately put a pillow on her lap to cover up her crotch as soon as she felt her jeans tightening up 🫣🫣 you would’ve loved to tease her more since it felt so so good being the one who was doing the tormenting for once but you were just a girl! you needed your holes filled and yujin had the right tool for that!

she was hogging a bowl of popcorn allll the way to her other side so you had to reach over just to steal a few, and ofc you didn’t miss the way yujin’s eyes flickered down from you lips to your breasts,, she immediately looks away though! swallowing hard and pretending like she’s not at all bothered 🤭 on a normal day where you weren’t dressed like a common whore she would actually argue with you over getting your own damn bowl of popcorn but not today! she was now thinking with her dick and you couldn’t fucking wait to make fun of her about it 😝 tomorrow. after she’s done breeding you tonight 😋

“being called a slut in campus not good enough for you? you have to look like this at home too?” yujin asks just to get some sort of control over the situation but it was too late 🥺🥺 sitting closer, blinking your eyes with faux innocence and saying, “seems like you like it though. don’t you, unnie?” well fuck! you never call yujin ‘unnie’ unless you’re talking with your parents and in this situation, there was nothing pure about the way you said it so yujin was just a fucking mess 😭 she doesn’t know what to do with herself! you almost pitied her—you just knew that her poor cock was begging to be free from her jeans… and ofc you promised your dad that you would be a good stepsister to your yujin-unnie and you wouldn’t dare break that promise! 🫢 putting the bowl of popcorn away and having to rip off that damn pillow from her lap, you straddled yujin and… well, the rest, as they say, is history! 🫣

one minute the two of you were messily making out and touching each other everywhere with clumsy hands and the next she has completely (and literally) ripped your tank top and pulled your shorts off, pinning you down the couch and what surprised you was how yujin didn’t even bother to take your panties off… she decided that the pair looked way too good on your skin so she merely pulled it to the side before ramming her cock inside you, and now both of you were thinking about nothing but each other! 🤗💕 thank goodness your parents were not home and your neighbors on either side as well as across were away bcs the two of you were so fucking loud and the curtains were not at all closed!! like fuck, it’s almost as if the two of you jumped straight out of a porn video 😭

one would think that people who hate each other as much as the two of you did would be cursing the other even at this moment where you were fucking like rabid animals but nope! both of you were too lost in pleasure to have anything that ain’t moans leave your mouths 🤭 it only drove yujin even more crazy when you wrapped your legs around her waist, encouraging her to fuck your harder… the wet noises of skin slapping against skin pushing you closer and closer to your climax… yujinnie’s bites and little whines making you fucking wish that your parents get home late bcs fuck, you need to hear more of her like this! 🥴

it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum.. but what bothrred you is that yujin fucking pulled out! however, she does notice your annoyance… way after she has spilled every drop of her cum on your stomach and thighs.. “later.. in my room… i have condoms.” poor baby was too tired to even speak! 🥺 “no, idiot. don’t wrap it up. fucking cum inside me.” you demanded 😭 ofc yujinnie folds bcs who was she to deny a pretty girl of her seed, yk!? “fine! but don’t fucking cry to me if you get pregnant.” oh she was pissed at being pushed around but literally the next second she rests her head on your chest and snuggles into you for warmth ☹️💞💞

when your parents came home, they spotted the two of you cocooned into a warm blanket in the couch as you watched a fun movie together, cuddling like the sweet ‘sisters’ they always saw the two of you as 🫢 but as soon as they busied themselves in the kitchen, your hand slides inside yujin’s boxers and her own cups your ass… nothing innocent about the two of you at all 😭

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 1 day

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COMING DOWN

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - When Jackson's on a comedown, he can't help but to find his way back to you.

Warnings - ANGST (AHHH), toxic relationship, break ups, attachment issues, past abuse, vague sexual descriptions.

Word Count - 1.7k

Notes - I hate angst.

The black Mercedes Benz flew down the empty highway within a blink of the eye. The sun had set long ago and Jackson felt the darkness infest his empty soul. Jackson was all alone with his thoughts again and it boiled his blood. When he smacked your number in again only to ring out, again, his polished shoe pressed harder on the accelerator. Knuckles as white as snow from his grip on the steering wheel, his teeth gritted together like rusting gears. Why couldn’t you pick up the phone? He knew you were awake, you were always awake.

Typically, the consumption of drugs, alcohol and reckless sex only expanded the void. Increased the starvation of you. Those solutions never fix anything for him. The images of you flashed across his mind painfully. He needed you, again.

As he pulled up to your complex, he almost jumped out of the car window from impatience. As he glanced up to your condo, he straightened his jacket, the side of his hand rubbing against his nose as he sniffed deeply. He pulled out your apartment key to get inside. Note, you moved into this condo after you had broken up. Yes, you did not give him this key.

There was no need for silence, he wanted you to know he was here. The door creaked loudly, his shadow entered your home first. When it was confirmed that you were out of sight, he slammed the door shut. Gradually, the sounds of your footsteps increased so he threw his jacket onto the couch. The only source of light was the moon illuminating through the open windows.

“Jackson” you sighed, your arms crossed over your chest as you leant against the door frame.

He mumbled your name as he waltzed through your apartment, his hands running across your furniture. Nothing was in good sight, you could only see his figure, likewise to you. The both of you seemed to prefer it that way, the less seen was the less it hurt.

“You didn’t answer my calls” he exhaled, leaning against the dining table, only a few meters away from you.

The comment went ignored as you slowly approached him, only wearing your silk night dress that barely covered your ass. Jackson believed you did it on purpose, wearing those clothes to tempt him, as if he wasn’t already nose deep in infatuation with you.

“How are you?” You whispered as you stood before him, looking up to him with those tortuous doe eyes and an innocent tilt of the head.

No answer. The pain was coursing through his eyes, that much you could see. As you teased him by brushing the back of your hand over his thigh, he grunted. His hand ran up his face and through his soft hair as he tried to remain emotionless. The temptation to devour you in this moment was sickening. But Jackson’s ego wanted to stand in the way. His emotions often felt like a broken dog forced into obedience.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked softly, your hand rubbing against his cheek, his lips shifted into your hand as he inhaled the reminder of your scent. It was only ever the smell of sandalwood. He kissed your hand softly, his eyes closed.

He never liked talking about his profession with you. Vulnerability was a man’s greatest weakness and Jackson was no ordinary man. Blinking back to his common sense, he pushed your hand away and straightened his posture, hoping to intimidate you.

“Have you done something bad again?” You sighed, planting your hands on the small of his back.

“Nothing new” he replied coldly.

It was easiest when Jackson was working. All of his distractions were pushed out of the picture. He was able to be his alter ego, a callous murderer whose only concern was a paycheck. However, when he sunk back into society, the morality of it all could hit him like a freight train.

Your mouth sucked onto his bottom lip. He remained like a statue momentarily, unsure if he really wanted to do this. But he knew he’d always go away with it. He kissed you back passionately, squeezing your ass firmly as his growing erection poked against you.

“Are you mine?” Jackson murmured, his lips trailing down the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“Yes Jackson” you admitted.

He pulled back slowly as he tried to look at you through the darkness. His breathing slow but heavy as he let his darkest thoughts run free.

“But you’re not really mine…” Jackson countered slowly.

“No” you admitted through teary eyes.

“Why did we end it again?” He questioned. If his tone wasn’t full of despair, you’d call him out for sarcasm.

Jackson knew why it ended, it tormented him. All because you begged him for love. Even though you had accepted him wholly, shifted your principles to be able to include him, he couldn’t give you what you deserved. When you reached breaking point, it pushed him over the edge, he almost killed you in a fit of rage. The guilt smacked him like a truck. You didn’t need him, at all. There was no dependance on him, you had a high paying job, a healthy social network of friends. You had a well off life, he was your only baggage.

But your ex knew you had a soft spot for him. So he’d always come back, as if this was your shared home. Only because he missed your comforting touch, the warmth of being in your aura. Jackson would always crave your love, the only woman who would ever accept who he was.

The attachment you were both stuck in - an endless loop - was sickening. No one else could compare to what sensations you have brought each other. Whenever the both of you thought of the concept of love, you thought of each other. But yet again, when you both thought of each other, it never brought positive feelings and emotions over your state of mind.

His hand trailed over the scar across your breast, the cut he inflicted on you. As he felt the bump, his breathing hitched. A reminder that he could not ever keep his promises with you, no matter how badly he wanted to.

“Jackson, when you go back to work you’ll remember why” you explained, your tone saddened.

“What if I don’t want to go back to work?” Jackson brought up, his hands massaging your scalp.

“You always do” you sighed.

“I’ve been thinking about you… About us” he admitted, his voice powered by a glimmer of hope for change.

“Are you still high?” you half joked.

“No, no” Jackson assured, his lips pressed against your forehead. “I miss you” he confessed quietly.

You shuddered out softly, the tears swelled at your orbs. Silence filled the dark apartment, you took his hands in yours and squeezed them firmly.

“You say this every time” you judged.

Jackson huffed at your answer and pulled his hands free. He shook his head to try to shake the thoughts out. When he took a step back, he stared down at you.

“You’re not sleeping with anyone else are you?” Jackson questioned, his voice dripping with jealousy.

It was typical of him to accuse you of that. Not that you had any more obligations to him. Likewise to him not having any towards you.

“No” you answered blankly.

It was a lie, he knew it was but it was easier for him to just go along with it. To live out the fantasy that you were both still dedicated to one another. A reality where you were destined for eternity.

“I want to change for you” he declared.

“Okay” you answer, a glimmer of hope that this time would indeed be different.

But yet again, this happened every single time. Both of you just liked to deceive each other to be able to hold onto your past. Jackson Rippner will never change. His name was cursed even though you liked to pretend it was a blessing.

Slowly, he kissed you again, murmuring against your lips as he remembered your taste. Slowly yet surely, you both spreaded across your bed. He kissed every inch of your skin, wanting to remember every detail of you. As he gradually striped himself, he climbed over your figure and pressed his aching cock to your gushing entrance.

His hand slipped around your throat. He often wondered if his torment would end if he just killed you. With a gentle squeeze, he buried his large size inside of you. Your sweet moans relaxed his tormented mind as he exhaled in pleasure.

“How do you want me to fuck you sweetheart?” Jackson asked softly.

“Slow” you moaned slowly.

He kissed your heated cheek and followed your wishes. He fucked your senselessly. Hearing his name being moaned over and over again was all he wanted to ever hear again. The both of you climaxed multiple times. But you couldn’t get enough of each other. At the back of your heads, you both knew that this wouldn’t last forever. By the time the first peak of light appeared, your bodies were exhausted by pleasure. Both of you smiled weakly as you laid in his arms. As your consciousness tipped over into the depths of sleep, you confessed your undying love for Jackson. He laid stiffly, stuck in a loop of his most conflicting thoughts.

When he woke up hours later, he squinted his eyes in the sunlight. Turning his head over to you, his cold features analyzed your warm ones. Breathing out slowly, he felt this invisible weight on his chest. Jackson forced himself to get up. Without awakening you, he dressed himself and crept out of your room, giving you one more painful glance.

As he slid into his seat and shut the car door, he opened his phone and looked at his notification. Another job, but these days he just found it as a way to escape the memory of you. He looked up to your condo one last time before speeding off. When you woke up in your bed, yet again alone. The tears were uncontrollable as you hoped that this was the last time that he was coming down to see you.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #jackson rippner smut #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner #angst #jackson rippner angst #red eye 2005

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kuunaslut · 2 days

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buckle up! suguru geto + satoru gojo + reader

warnings: swearing, smut, dom!suguru soft dom?! satoru, use of pet names, heavy degradation, rough fingering, slight choking, use of toys, cum play, suguru is very mean, reader is a brat, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, dacryphilia

summary: being a personal assistant to two hot ceo's may seem chaotic but does come with its advantages if both of them were head over heels with you and didn't bother fighting over it, after all two is better than one right? however, you test their limits when you flirt with one of their associates... but you're far too deep in ur ass to realise that indeed..it was a bad idea.

it was supposed to be all fun and games!

well, it’s always supposed to be - but this time, it was mostly because you were bored and needed something to do that would at least keep you entertained! what made them think that you out of all people would be interested in some dumb business dinner with stuck-up disgustingly rich snobby businessmen?

and so, because of that 'stunt', you were sat on a sink, the cold marble touching your bare ass that made u hiss, satoru’s hands wrapped around your neck firmly.

"baby, what were you trying to achieve back there?" he asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

"i don't get why you're mad, all i did was go on my phone," you replied, rolling your eyes before you heard him click his tongue.

"don't roll your eyes at me, if you just went on your phone - i wouldn’t have cared, but sighing every two fucking minutes and tapping your feet on the ground so fucking hard was not necessary," he spat, gritting his teeth as you realised he was actually angry.

"i was bored okay? I don't even get why you guys bought me here in the first place! it's so boring...can i just call a taxi and head home first, pretty please?" you begged, making him inhale sharply before glaring at you.

"no y/n, you're staying here until we're done," he shot back, making you sigh.

“look, suguru and i have serious matters to discuss with a possible business partner, you should know how important this would be for us so i advise you, to stay put and enough with the bratty attitude."

"fiiiine, can you at least let me get my earphones from the car?" you asked, making him sigh angrily.

"no, look, if it helps...we'll finally be having dinner so you can stuff your mouth so you won't be bored anymore."

"i’d rather have my mouth stuffed with something else though," you whispered, leaning up to peck the side of his lips with a smirk.

"well maybe if you behave well for us, you'll get what you want after we're done," he says, giving you a smirk.

"okay, i’lll be good until then," you replied cheekily, a smirk spread across your face.

"good, now come, suguru is probably waiting for us."

both of you exited the bathroom and made your way back to the bustling restaurant where the company had rented out for the night in hopes of networking with other organizations.

"hey," suguru greeted you with a big smile, as you sat between him and satoru

you smiled at him, before bowing slightly to the man opposite you.

"so this must be your assistant? i’ve heard a lot about you," the man said, making you smile.

he looked around your age, and you had to admit he was pretty good-looking.

"well I hope good things," you said, a chuckle leaving your lips.

"nothing but good, i’ve heard you're excellent at your job, care to come work at my company instead? my assistant is still learning and he's a bit...well, slow in his work plus, it'll be nice to have a such a pretty girl walking around," he chuckled.

"well that wouldn't be too bad, i'll think about it," you joked, as you instantly felt suguru’s hand grab your thigh under the table. you hear satoru clear his throat to send a message to you to shut the fuck up.

“let's order before we get into business, what do you say yuuji?" satoru asked, making you smile.

yuuji… what a cute name.

"yes of course, ill call over the waiter," yuuji said, before winking your way.

you smirked, suddenly having an idea in my head. how dumb

after everyone had ordered their food, they started chatting about their accomplishments at their respective companies, which to you just seemed like boastful comments.

you yawned softly as suguru drew slow circles on your thigh, something he usually did unconsciously while talking or resting.

"would you really move to his company?" satoru whispered in your ear, making you smile.

"i don’t know… might be a nice new change of scenery," you whispered back cheekishly, as you heard the white haired man chuckle.

“if only he knew how much of a cock-hungry slut you are that you can’t even get a job done without getting filled up,” he chuckled lowly, making you clench around nothing.

"fuck off."

"language princess, you would be in a great deal amount of trouble if suguru heard you," he whispered, before pulling away.

you cleared your throat, before turning your attention to whatever suguru and yuuji were talking about.

the food finally arrived after a while, making you sigh happily as you looked down to the only familiar thing you had seen all night

you almost moaned with how good it tasted, as you were glad you could eat since most of the reason you were bored was because you were hungry.

"you like it?" suguru asked, making you nod contently.

"yo y/n! we ordered the same thing!" yuuji pointed out, making you chuckle at how energetic and laid back he was.

"we did, it's so good right?" you asked him, giving him a sweet smile.

"it is, I would say I might order it the second time but the portion is so huge," yuuji said, laughing as you joined him.

"let's stay on track, yeah?” suguru said, a smile on his face as you felt his fingers grip your thigh tightly.

"ahh right yes, that is why we are here."

you sighed internally as you realized that was your queue to back out since you wouldn't understand as it wasn't your place to join their conversation.

and either way, it was boring.

"toruu," you whispered in satoru’s ear, while he was busy listening.

"later y/n, we're busy," he mumbled, his eyes darting between suguru and itadori as they discussed an important matter.

"but toruu this is important," you whined, feeling his hand make it's way to your thigh.

"y/n stop," he warned, gripping your thigh harshly, making you squirm in your seat a little.

once it was satoru’s turn to speak, you turned to your darling dark-haired boyfriend.

"sugu, can i go to the bathroom?"

"later," he whispered, as he didn't even bother glancing at you.

you sighed angrily, pushing their hands off your thigh before speaking out loudly.

"satoru would you be kind enough to move as i need to go to the bathroom?" you asked, tilting your head to the side as satoru stopped talking to look at you.

he hesitantly nodded, before standing up to let you get through.

you gave him a big smile before walking towards the bathroom area, your lips turning into a smirk as you knew you probably ticked them off.

after you were done you opened the bathroom door, about to walk out before you saw someone push you back in quickly before they were pinning you to the door.

you looked up, your lips curving into a smile when you saw suguru’s angry eyes.

"what are you trying to do?"

"i don't know what you mean?" you replied, looking at him cluelessly as he gritted his jaw.

"satoru spoke to you about staying put and being obedient before right? so what’s your problem now?" suguru drawled, as you shifted your legs, his deep voice not doing any good for your already wet panties.

"i’m already so bored...and you both were completely ignoring me," you sulked, pouting as you looked up at him with your big eyes.

"we both told you that you could go to the bathroom later right? so why did you still decide to ask again?"

"it's just the bathroom! i was so bored i was reapplying my mascara and lipgloss again just to avoid your boring conversations."

"pull up your dress," he suddenly spat, making you look up at him in confusion.

"huh?"

"not ‘huh’ i know a big reason why your so bored is because your needy little cunt is probably dripping right now...you think i didn't notice the way you keep shifting?" he asked, chuckling as he watched you slowly pull your dress up.

"tell me baby, what has you so needy right now?" suguru whispered in your ear, one of his hands moving down your body before he was cupping your heat.

you instantly let out a whine as you let go off your dress to hold onto his broad shoulders.

"i-i.....just wanted," you stuttered, bucking your hips up into his touch.

"you wanted what? attention?" he asked, as he slowly rubbed you over your panties, the thin material already sticking to your skin.

you nodded your head, making suguru chuckle darkly.

"you're always so needy for us aren't you? constantly need someone showing you attention...but you really couldn't go a few hours without being cock hungry huh? didn't satoru fuck you a few times this morning while i was out?" he asked, making you quietly moan as he drew circles on your covered clit.

you nodded once again, making suguru click his fingers.

"use your words, baby."

"mmhm...yes he did," you quickly said, as you felt him move your panties to the side before his fingers were pushing flush against your entrance.

"fuuuck your so wet," he groaned, bringing his coated fingers up to his lips.

"so tell me, you're still needy even after satoru fucked you only a few hours ago?"

you nodded your head feverishly.

"suguuuuu....touch me please," you whined, making suguru chuckle.

he plunged two of his fingers into your seeping entrance without warning, making you throw your head back as you moaned loudly.

"quiet down, we don't need all our employees knowing how much of a dirty little slut you are for me now do we?"

he started at a fast pace, nothing you weren't used to as he was normally rough with you in comparison to satoru, not that you cared anyways.

"cum niiice and sweet on my fingers okay?" he whispered, adding a third finger before he was curling them when he knew he hit your sweet spot.

your toes curled as you leaned into his shoulder to muffle your sounds.

"your such a fucking needy little girl baby, you've been fucked all morning and now your still so needy when we haven't even gone home yet," suguru whispered, lightly pecking your shoulder blade as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

"s-s-uguru....need...more," you whined, making your boyfriend laugh.

“nah princess....you're not getting dick that easy. you'll have to wait until we get home, so until then...hopefully this shuts you up," he whispered, as you felt your release edge closer as you clenched down on his fingers.

"that's it baby, cum now," you heard suguru say, as you felt your release wash over you, making you moan quietly, as you shivered.

he pulled his fingers away from you before bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. you watched as you suddenly felt empty, making you whine softly.

"I have to go now, make yourself look a bit more presentable and come back soon okay?" suguru said, pulling your dress down before leaning in to peck your cheek.

"you were so good for me, i'll consider rewarding you when we get home," he whispered, winking at you before he was moving you away from the door so he could leave.

"and baby? enough with the flirting, don't think we haven't picked up on that....don't let me find you warming up to yuuji again," he warned, making you smile at him.

"i won't, pinky promise."

"oh your back, i thought you went missing," yuuji joked, as you sat in between suguru aand satoru again.

you laughed a little, before reaching forward to grab a glass of water.

the night progressed as the men around you continued to converse about their companies and what both of them could bring to the table if they were to affiliate.

soon it was time for drinks, making your ears perk up as satoru offered to get the drinks for everyone.

"what do you want to drink?" suguru asked you, as his hand on your thigh slowly rubbed circles into your skin.

"champagne is fine," you replied, making him nod before he was walking towards the bar after taking the others order as well.

"so y/n....have you thought about my offer from before?" yuuji asked you, making you crease your eyebrows at him.

"offer....what offer?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side a little.

"to come work with me....these two surely can do things without you i mean...they have each other! but my assistant is downright a rookie and pretty useless so...if you're down too, i'd love to have you," yuuji said with a smirk playing on his lips.

"i'll think about it, maybe....what do you think?" you directed the question to satoru, your faux innocent eyes shining at him as you felt his hand grip your thigh tightly.

"sorry yuuji..." satoru trailed off, before his eyes were on the man across him.

"but i can't give away our most trusted employee, she does her job well, so no, we will not be giving her away to you."

yuuji chuckled as his eyes fell to yours

"well isn't that a pity... i was looking forward to appointing you as my personal assistant," he said, extenuating the ‘personal assistant’ using it as some sort of euphemism, before suguru came back with our drinks.

"so...what have we been talking about?" suguru asked, as he handed me my glass of champagne before sitting down.

"yuuji wants me as his assistant, thought it would be fun but satoru thinks i do my job so well," you say, smirking as suguru's eyes darkened.

"is that so? well if you'd like, i can send through a list of capable people who could fill in the role if you're hiring?" suguru asked, as you felt satoru’s hand on your thigh move up higher.

"ah no, i really was joking...but i will comment, you both are very lucky," yuji said with a smile, as you playfully winked at him.

now that, ticked the both of them off completely.

suguru stifled next to you as he eagerly changed the topic, as he soon conversed with yuuji about business, while satoru leaned in to your ear.

"you've really done it now princess, spread your legs," he whispered, his warm breath hitting your cheek as you took another sip of your drink.

"and if i don't?" you dared to ask, as satoru simply smiled at you before leaning in closer.

"spread your legs," he repeated, making you gulp.

you hesitantly spread your legs as you felt satoru's fingers instantly press against your sticky clothed core.

"did suguru make you cum earlier in the bathroom? you're so wet," he whispered as you bit back a whimper.

you answer with a nod, as he scoffed.

"and your still acting bratty? hm..." he trailed off, before you saw a few other men come to join the table.

"suguru?" satoru called out to him, as he turned to look at you both.

"yeah?" he asked, his eyes trailing down to you.

"try to keep her still while you talk," he muttered, as your heartbeat accelerated.

"w-what are you g-going to do?" you stuttered, as satoru smiled at you.

"you want to wink at a man in front of us? then let's show him how much of a whore you are for us in front of him," he chuckled, as you felt suguru's hand grab your thigh tightly before you felt satoru's fingers push your panties to the side, his fingers making direct contact to your heat.

your body jolted instantly, as you tried your hardest not to throw your head back from the delicious contact, and if you thought that was painful, when two of satoru’s fingers plunged inside of you, you knew it was only going to get worse for you.

“stay still, eyes open...more investors have joined now so we'll be conversing more, stay quiet and take what i give you, or you won't like what happens next," satoru spat near your ear, making you nod feverishly.

your eyes flew to yuuji, who was too busy talking to the middle aged man next to him to notice you, as you suddenly took in the fact that everyone around you were too busy to even pay attention to you both.

satoru's fingers stilled in you, making you instantly slump in your seat as you looked towards him.

he was smiling like a little bitch, so into a conversation with an unfamiliar guy next to him that no one would even think he was doing something so dirty and sinful under the table.

your eyes darted towards suguru who was looking through an important document, his eyebrows furrowed as his hand was gripping your thigh tightly so your legs were spread enough for satoru to access.

"suguu," you called out, your voice coming out almost in a whine making him look at you.

"what?" he spat irritatedly, making you frown.

"when can we leave?" you whisper, as you heard his jaw clench tightly.

"didn't I warn you earlier not to be a brat?" he shot, his eyes throwing daggers at yours.

"toru won't please me properly, i can't take it anymore," you whine back boldly, as you felt his fingernails dig into the skin of you thigh in anger.

"satoru."

"yeah?" he responded, his eyes falling on suguru.

"move your fingers, and give her what I gave you earlier, she doesn't seem to know how to follow orders," he spat, making satoru excitedly nod.

"what?" you ask cluelessly, before you felt the sudden emptiness as Jeonghan withdrew his fingers from your sopping entrance.

maybe you should just behave

"toru wait...i-im sorry i'll stay still from now on," you quickly mumbled, making satoru chuckle lowly.

"ask suguru, you should know he doesn't tolerate your shit but here we are," satoru said, before you felt something hard and long poke your entrance.

a fucking vibrator.

your eyes widen before turning to look at suguru who was listening to a conversation intently, that was until you started tapping his arm.

"suguru n-no.... i-i'll be good I promise, please," you whispered.

"have it on medium setting, we'll see how she takes it," he said, his words obviously being directed to satoru as he completely ignored you.

your heartbeat accelerated as you felt satoru slowlly ease the dildo into your entrance, the cum slick from earlier providing an easy slip as he pushed it right into you, making you grab the table tightly.

knuckles turning white and thighs clamped together, you sat there for what felt like hours with the quiet buzz of the vibrator making you feel as if the entire room was spinning. it was perfect to ease the ache you had, but it wasn't enough to get you to cum, especially since their hands weren't on you anymore.

your head lolled towards satoru, soft pants leaving your pretty glossed lips as your long manicured nails taps against his white dress shirt eagerly.

“hm?" he hummed, glancing at you only for a second.

"i-it's too much...i wanna...c-c–"

"y/n." suguru suddenly called out, making you stop talking.

you turned to looked at him, lips pouty and eyes filled with need as it took suguru his all not to grab you by the hair and fuck you on the table in front of everyone.

which he would eventually get around to doing tonight, but just not now.

"can you go get me another glass of champagne, please?" he asked sweetly, making you shake your head softly.

"i-i can't...g-get up–"

suguru chuckled softly, cutting you off as he leaned in to your ear, his hand on your thigh once again.

"I wasn't really asking, get up and go get me what I asked for, slut," he spat, making you squirm in your seat.

"you're such a dick," you whimper out, before standing up shakily.

with all the strength and self control you could muster, you pushed past satoru before carefully walking towards the bar.

walking around in heels with a fat dildo snuggled in your pussy? this was definitely not how you saw the night going but here you were.

"o-one...g-g champagne," your words slur as the bartender looks at you in concern.

"miss are you okay?" he asks in concern, making you nod feverishly.

"mhm...just get...champagne," you mumble as he nods before pouring a glass on the sparkling liquid.

"here have a glass of water...you look flushed...are you gonna be sick?" he asked.

"no..no...but thanks for the water," you finally say a sentence without stuttering, so you pat yourself on the back mentally.

"no worries miss, please do sit down until you finish your water though," he said, making you hesitantly nod.

you slowly sat down on the barstool, sucking air through your teeth as you felt the vibrator nuzzle into you more.

"would you like anything else?" the bartender asked, giving you a glass of water.

"n-no....i’m good with...with water," your words spoke with a slight slur while you brought the glass up to your lips with shaky fingers.

"are you here alone?" the bartender suddenly asked, as you realized he had been staring at you this entire time.

"n-no i'm...i'm here with a few business people...i'm sorry for stuttering i just don't feel so good," you babbled on, completely unaware of the pair of eyes burning into your back in rage.

"that's completely understandable, you don't need to say sorry but i do think you should go rest," he said, before leaning over the counter to touch your forehead.

"you're burning up miss I don't think you should be drink–"

fuck

"get up we're going home."

you shakily turn around to see an angry suguru standing in front of you, his top two buttons undone as his eyes leave yours briefly to look at the confused bartender in front of you.

"yeah she's had a bit too much to drink," he spat shortly, before grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you off the bar stool.

"suguu careful i'm in heels," you whine out, but he doesn't seem to hear or care as he walks out of the restaurant, his grip on your wrist never faltering.

"w-what about satoru," you hiccup, trying to keep up with suguru’s pace in your painfully high heels.

suddenly you felt the vibrator's speed increase, making you buckle your hips as a moan left your lips, causing suguru to laugh.

he opened the passenger seat door before practically throwing you in, as you heard the door shut loudly before he got into the driver's seat.

"you've actually done it today princess....you've found numerous ways to push our buttons and now i'm gonna make sure this type of behavior will never be repeated from your end, ever again," he spat.

"sugu… too much," you whine breathlessly, spreading your legs shamelessly as your hands come down to pull the dildo out of you.

"ah, ah...that’s staying in there since you decided to act like such a fucking stuck-up baby today i had to leave an important conversation early and now satoru has to do all the work....why do you think so?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"mm.....i-i don't know," you whimpered, making his eyes darken.

"how many times did i tell you to stop being a brat today, hm? i even went out of my way to please you to get you to shut up...so why did you continue to piss me off in front of everyone? and then when i told you to go get me a drink, i found you shamelessly eye fucking that bartender like a whore," he growled, grabbing your jaw tightly as you whimpered, clenching down on the dildo.

"i w-wasn't–" your words were ripped out of your throat when his hand landed down on your aching pussy harshly.

"don't fucking lie to me, you think i wouldn't notice the way you were talking to him? and the way he wanted to fuck you so bad," he chuckled, as he pulled up your dress so he could eye your soaked underwear.

"take it off, come on."

you bit down on your bottom lip as you came hard almost quietly, your head lolling to the side as soft pants left your mouth.

“ did you just cum?"

"sugu i-im sorry…," you mumble out, grabbing onto his hand for some sort of forgiveness as your lips parted as suguru removed your underwear.

"your being so so disobedient today y/n...why's that? i was talking to you about something and you decided to cum? is that what i've taught you?" he spat lowly, as you watched him bunch your underwear into a ball before pushing it into his pocket.

"m' sorry....c-couldn't help it," you whimper out, tears spilling from your eyes at the overstimulation.

"s-s-uguruuu...the v-vibrator please....too m-much," you hiccup again, as his hand threads through your hair.

"we're alone now baby...that's not my name," he spat into your ear

"although I'm starting to think i should make you call me that in public, so everyone around you including you remember who you belong to."

his voice was ten times deeper than usual, which only made you ten times wetter than you already were.

"would you like that baby?" he asked, his free hand resting on your thigh as you whined.

"take it out p-please," you beg, making suguru sigh.

"answer my question first doll,” he groaned, his hand in your hair rubbing your scalp slowly.

"no that's embarrassing," you scoff, as he chuckled lowly.

"why's that? you love disobeying us in public so maybe that will help you remember your place, what do you think?" he asked, eyes narrowing on you as you hesitantly shake your head.

"sugu- daddy no...please," you whine, as you feel his grip on your hair tightens painfully.

"hmm...i'll think about it..now, spread your legs and be good," he spat, making you instantly comply as you wanted nothing more than to have that damn vibrator out of you.

suguru's fingers circled the part of the vibrator that was sticking out of you, causing you to whine as your eyes pleaded with him to remove it from you.

"you want me to take this out baby? too much?" he asked with a faux pout, tilting his head to the side as you nodded eagerly.

"p-please."

"you know what was too much? your attitude with us today, so take what i fucking give you okay princess?" he asked, making you nod your head as he smiled.

"good."

your body jolted suddenly as suguru grabbed the dildo, roughly thrusting it into you as you choked out a moan.

"hold up your dress," he shot, as you whimpered from his rough ministrations, but obeyed.

your shaky fingers moved your long evening dress out of the way, bunching it up to your chest to give suguru a better view.

"sssuguru please slow down, i-i can’t ," you managed to make out, as suguru scoffed.

"you don't make the demands here princess, i do, so why don't you sit here and take it...understand?" he spat, removing the dildo out of you before turning it off.

you breathed out a sigh of relief, your eyes closing only for a second before you felt three of suguru’s thick long fingers push into you without warning.

"fuck suguru....fuck!" you screeched out, your body jolting as his fingers only went rougher at your words.

"what have i said about swearing?" he spat angrily, making you whimper out a weak apology he wasn't going to accept anyways.

"you use this pretty mouth of yours for all the wrong reasons baby," he added, fingers pinching your bottom lip.

"i-i'm sorry daddy," you whisper meekly, making him hum.

"don't swear again, okay?"

"o-okay," you whisper back, as his fingers are stilled in you.

"okay what?" he spat as you whined, clenching down on him.

"okay daddy," you muttered quickly before suguru resumed the rough pace he had set for his fingers.

"i'm gonna c-cum daddy," you pant, throwing your head back as suguru pulled on your hair.

"you don't cum until I say so," he drawled, making you shake your head as a smirk played on your lips.

"no."

"no?"

"i want to cum...it's t-too much," you bite back, looking up at suguru’s amused face.

"oh so you're still being a brat?... i'm not satoru baby, you know i won't give you any chances so watch what you say to me," he shot, fingers pulling at your hair making you wince.

"it hurts stop," you whine out, wishing satoru was here to help soothe you like he always did.

every time you did something wrong, it was suguru that would get furious and punish you until dawn, but satoru preferred to teach you in much more gentle ways.

"then learn to behave," he spat, stuffing two more fingers into you before curling them up.

the stretch was incredibly delicious, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head before a long moan left your parted lips.

"daddy please...I need to cum," you desperately whined out, as suguru’s fingers didn’t falter.

"nah, you're not allowed to cum until i tell you to," he spat, all four of his fingers curling in you as you felt the heat rush to your throbbing pussy.

"please i c-can't," you whine, the soft pants and squelching sounds coming from you only urging suguru on as it took all of his self-control not to drag you into his lap and fuck the living daylights out of you until you were reduced to nothing but tears.

before you could even warn him, or yourself, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you came hard all over his fingers.

you moaned out in bliss, the feeling taking over your senses as your body spasmed.

"are you fucking serious?" he spat angrily, yanking his fingers out of your soaking entrance with a loud pop.

“i couldn’t help it, you kept pushing it a-and–“

“i’m not gonna take any of your bullshit, you should know that by now. i’m not satoru to listen to your pathetic little excuses,” he growled, pushing his soaked fingers into your mouth roughly, causing you to gag and whimper in pain.

“suck them clean whore,” he spat condescendingly, as you softly suckled on his fingers before he was pulling them out.

“now sit back properly, pull your dress down, and put your seatbelt on, we’re leaving,” he spat, pulling away from you completely as he started the car.

“no i wanna to wait for toru, you’re mean,” you whine out, refusing to put your seatbelt on.

“don’t make me repeat it, y/n….you either put it on yourself or i do it for you,” he growled making you huff.

“can we at least go back in to get dessert? i didn’t get to try the strawberry cake, sugu please,” you whine, holding onto his arm as your tits pressed into him.

he sighed angrily before grabbing your jaw tightly, slightly pushing your cheeks together as his burning eyes bore into yours.

“tonight was my last fucking nerve. you know i’m not gentle like ‘toru’, so you should’ve realized what you were doing before you acted like a slut, buckle up princess, tonight gonna be a looooong night.

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