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fieldexplores · 1 month
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eyelessfaces · 7 months
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I don't think we, as a society, talk enough about how long oscar's bottom lashes are
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look look the light hits just right under his eye and WHAT THE FUCK
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romanticallymad · 6 months
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I love when they're being jealous... like yes, claim me, i'm yours and only yours ♡
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NO LONGER IN DENIAL
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pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader, bestfriend!benedict bridgerton x reader
description: anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.
warnings: angst, jealous!anthony cos i’m a sucker for him hehe, benedict being a shit stirrer who i adore, fluffiness at the end <3
“Lady Y/N is joining us for dinner this evening, I believe,” Benedict hummed, a small smirk gracing his face as the eldest Bridgerton’s head snapped up, “Mother told me she hopes to, anyway.”
Anthony watched as his sisters fussed excitedly over seeing you, for it had been at least a week since you had graced Aubrey Hall with your presence and they missed you dearly.
Anthony had too, of course, though he’d never admit it was for any reason beyond how highly regarded you were in his family and how much he enjoyed your friendship.
“I very much look forward to seeing her,” Benedict continued, still smirking devilishly, “Though I did have the pleasure of bumping into her as she left Modiste yesterday.”
Anthony furrowed his eyebrows at his brother, “You didn’t tell me that, brother.”
“Must I share every occasion I see Lady Y/N with you, Anthony?” he quipped in reply, crossing his arms over his chest as Colin stifled a laugh, well aware of what was going on, “One might think you jealous.”
“Jealous? You jest, brother. She is my closest friend, I am simply surprised you would not mention even in passing that you saw her,” Anthony spoke through gritted teeth, “Regardless, I look forward to seeing her.”
“Ah, perfect timing!” Francesca grinned as Lady Y/N’s arrival was announced moments later, and in you walked with a gloriously bright smile on your face, though this faltered as you saw the bitter look on Anthony’s face.
“Is everything alright, my Lord?” you asked shyly, taking a few steps towards Anthony, whose expression softened at this, “Have we chosen a bad day to visit? If so I apologise—,”
Suddenly Benedict was at your side now, “It’s quite alright, my dear Lady Y/N. We are all pleased to see you. Might we take a turn about the room? We have some things to discuss!”
“No fair! You saw her yesterday, I want to show her my embroidery,” Hyacinth pouted, though Benedict raised his brow at her and flickered his eyes in Anthony’s direction as if to explain his actions.
Everyone in the family was well aware of the affection shared between you and Anthony, even if he dared not admit how he felt because of his apparent desire not to marry.
Benedict believed he just needed a push to see that you had myriad other options, and that he could only push away his feelings for so long.
“I’m sure Benedict has something important to share, my dear Hyacinth, but I would love to see your embroidery promptly after,” your voice was like honey to the eldest Bridgerton, who fought off the desire to make his own request for a moment of your time, “There is enough of me to go around! My brother will be arriving shortly, also.”
Benedict began whispering almost as soon as you had crossed the room, endeavouring to make you well aware of his plan so as not to cause any discomfort to you.
He didn’t wish for you to be confused by his sudden flirtation, so immediately indulged you with the details of his concocted plan to induce jealousy in his older brother that might finally allow him to be honest about his feelings.
With some hesitation, you accepted his plan.
Benedict was well aware of your feelings for his brother, and you knew this — after all, you had confessed it to him yourself because you trusted him dearly. Much to Anthony’s dismay, nowadays Benedict was your closest friend of all.
Anthony had once filled that role, but as each year passed and your youth slipped away, you had fallen far too in love with him to be so satisfied with a friendship as you were with Benedict.
Benedict was your best friend — Anthony was the love of your life.
Though he did not admit it, you were the love of his too. This is why Benedict’s interference was so necessary as far as the second Bridgerton son was concerned.
It was unfair for you to believe your love unrequited when it was merely his stubborn refusal to see beyond his ‘duty’ as Viscount and head of the household that prevented him from giving in to his feelings.
The plan seemed already to be working by the time you were seated for dinner, far closer to Benedict than to Anthony who sat at the other side of the table.
He scowled as he watched his brother gossiping with you, still irritated by both his earlier remark about seeing you yesterday and his persistence with being the only person in the room to maintain your attention.
“It is working, my dear friend,” Benedict beamed across at you, leaning forward to both better execute his plan and so that you could hear him better, “If looks could kill, my brother would have seen me long since dead and buried.”
You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding the giggle that escaped as you waited to calm before looking across at Anthony, “Benedict!”
You drew in a deep breath, composing yourself before glancing across at the Viscount and catching his eye immediately. His glare was suddenly no more, his lips curling up in a smile that sent your heart racing.
You mouthed a small “Hello,” to him, blushing crimson at the intensity of his stare. Despite the conversation going on around him, all he could do was look at you.
The staring contest you seemed to find yourself in was swiftly broken by Benedict’s voice calling your name again, returning you to conversation with him.
The rest of dinner passed much the same — small conversations here and there with the other Bridgertons, longing stares from an increasingly restless Anthony, and teasing comments from Benedict, who was certain that Anthony would be confronting you tonight.
“We should probably call for our carriage, I suppose,” you smiled sadly, disappointed with both how quickly the night had passed by and the fact you’d hardly spoken to Anthony throughout, “I’ve had such a lovely evening. I only wish I could stay longer!”
“You could!” Anthony exclaimed, an unusual outburst for the eldest sibling but one that made all at the table laugh as he rose to his feet, “We could have a room put up for you. It is late, and Wellsbury Hall is quite the distance.”
You bit your lip, smiling at him as he sat back down again, “Oh we couldn’t trouble you with that, my lord.”
“Perhaps my dear friend is right,” your brother disagreed, “It is getting late, and if it is no trouble we would be incredibly grateful. And I hope we might repay you with an invitation to Wellsbury in the near future? I hope to host a ball before the season ends so that my darling sister might finally find a husband.”
His eyes flickered between Benedict and Anthony for a moment and you realised that he must have been in on Benedict’s little plan.
You looked around the room cautiously at every smiling face, before settling your gaze on Anthony with a nod, “Very well then. I’d be delighted. The many childhoods spent staying here overnight are often much missed.”
Lady Bridgerton grinned, “Fantastic. Then it is settled,” she turned to the maids stood by the door, “Please prepare two rooms for our guests as quickly as possible. It is, after all, late, and I’m sure they will soon wish to rest.”
The way Anthony watched you for the rest of dinner made you impossibly nervous.
When the maids told you which rooms were readied, you stood to retire to bed, but not before Benedict offered to show you to the room as it was in his opinion the best decorated.
“Brother, I don’t believe it’s appropriate for you to show Lady Y/N to her room,” Anthony huffed, having had enough now of him being stuck to you like heavy-duty glue, “Perhaps you should allow one of our maids to kindly do so.”
“It is quite alright, Anthony. We are in the comfort of our own home, and I know Y/N quite well enough,” Benedict sing-songed, “Unless you would prefer to show her? The maids are quite busy clearing up.”
Anthony’s jaw clenched at his brother’s comment about knowing you ‘quite well enough’ and so he found himself at your side quickly.
“In fact yes, perhaps I should,” he agreed, a sternness in his tone you’d become used to again today. He was so much gentler with you, but today with you so seemingly far from him he has grown stoic again, “After all, I am the head of this household and you have not let me spend a minute with my closest friend, hm?”
Colin interjected now, aware of all eyes on the conversation, “Perhaps Lady Y/N can make the decision herself?”
“I—,”
“Fine, I concede,” Benedict raised his hands in surrender, “I suppose I’ve not let her leave my side this evening, though you cannot fault me for that. I will bid you goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight brothers.”
He took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips for just the gentlest of kisses to the back of it, before he bowed and quickly left the room.
With Anthony facing the other way, towards you, Benedict turned to shoot you a wink before leaving, and nerves bubbled in your gut at the unknown of what was to come.
The kiss to your hand was the final straw for Anthony, who linked his arm with yours and lead you out of the room without another word to anyone else.
You were silent for the walk, but once you stopped still outside of the room you were to sleep in Anthony turned to stand in front of you, his breathing jagged as his eyes searched your face for clues to why he was feeling so furious at your friendship with Benedict.
“Is my brother courting you?” he came right out and asked it, his chest heaving and yours doing so now too as you shook your head.
“Not at all, my lord,” you bit your lip again, before looking down at the ground to avoid his gaze.
He brought his index finger to your chin, lifting your face so that you were forced to look at him again, “And do you wish him to be?”
Again you shook your head, but his finger never left your skin for a moment.
“I was so sure—,”
“Forgive me, my lord, I have just been finding comfort in his friendship of late as I see him regularly about town,” you frowned, suddenly even more conscious of how little time you spent with Anthony in recent weeks.
He leaned ever so slightly closer, “Finding comfort in his friendship? And what of ours?”
“Our friendship, my lord? I—,”
“I apologise, Y/N, but I do not like to see you so close with my brother. Not least because of the fear of a scandal if others saw his behaviour,” he gritted his teeth, “He touches you too often. Leans too close to speak with you and it… it is misleading.”
You gulped, “Why would you be so infuriated by the notion of him courting me, my dear Anthony? He is your brother, and he cares for me. Even if it is not him I wish did so.”
He cocked his head in confusion now, before his eyes widened in realisation of his brother’s scheming. And in considering that, he realised that it had worked.
He’d never wanted to marry, and especially never for love.
But with you stood right there at his finger tips, smiling up at him nervously with a twinkle in your eyes, he threw caution to the wind and realised that you had changed that in him.
He could no longer deny his desire to hold you, to have you entirely as his, to make you his Viscountess.
“Who do you wish to treat you as such, my lady?”
“Surely you can see the answer for yourself, Anthony.”
“I simply wish to hear you say it. But if I must do so first, as a consequence of my foolishness in not seeing it sooner, then so be it. I dislike your closeness to my brother because I miss your attention being mine. I wish to have you at my side always, to laugh with you and dance with you and just talk with you all evening. I do not wish to see Benedict court you because I wish to do so myself.”
“Anthony—,”
“Please, my love, let me finish. I have most probably been in love with you for as long as I have known you, and yet chosen not to see it out of my own stubbornness. If not for my scheming devil of a brother, I might still be in denial. But I love you most ardently, Y/N. And if you feel at all the same then I should like to make you my wife. My viscountess.”
You were speechless, perhaps for one of the first times since meeting Anthony.
You had always told him everything, always saved your last dance for him at balls, always rooted for him in every game of Pall Mall even as his competitor.
And now here he was, the famously anti-marriage Viscount asking if you too wished to wed him.
“Anthony, I had hoped it was clear as day that I too have been unfathomably in love with you for longer than I can explain,” you blushed crimson again under his gaze as a smile spread across his face, “To marry you, well, would be the only way I might find joy in marriage. I know you’ve never sought a match, let alone a love match, but I love you most dearly, my dear Anthony.”
He captured your lips with his as soon as you stopped speaking, knowing that he shouldn’t do so but hoping nobody was around.
Besides, he would soon make you his wife, and he couldn’t contain the excitement.
“I know I’ve previously had my reservations but I am no longer in denial, and I’m sorry for taking my liberties with you by kissing you before we are wed but I could not help myself. And I wish to spend a lifetime kissing you, Y/N. Will you marry me?” he looked shy all of a sudden, which you had never seen before, and you grabbed both of his hands in yours to kiss them.
“Of course, my dear, there is nothing I would like more!”
His smile became impossibly wide, and once more he kissed you out of sheer excitement.
“I’m sorry that this was so abrupt, and I have yet no ring. But my mother will be ecstatic and I plan to give you her betrothal ring because— you are the only woman worthy. And I shall spend our whole life ensuring that I make up for taking so long to do this,” he was vulnerable now, still shy under your careful gaze,
“I had no desire to marry because I had no desire to put the woman I love through the pain of losing me like my mother did my father. She was distraught but— I see now that it is no good wasting time with this fear. However long I might live, I wish to spend those years loving you and making you happy, so that any pain might be worthwhile.”
You kissed him now, tearing your gloves from your hands and reaching up to cup his face and kiss him, “I love you, Anthony Bridgerton. Always. And I cannot wait to be your wife. It will be the greatest honour.”
You were both hot and flustered, and it was taking everything in him not to push open your bedroom door and sweep you off your feet.
But for you, he was a gentleman, and so he settled for one final kiss atop your head and a sweet goodnight.
“We shall tell the others as we break fast tomorrow, perhaps?” you could see the dizzy joy in Anthony’s eyes as he asked this of you, and you nodded profusely.
“I cannot wait, my dear.”
“Then I will bid you good night, my love. I will dream of you, and look forward to seeing you in the morning. Sleep well, my future viscountess.”
“Sleep well, my love.”
As you went to part, you heard a rustle a little way down the corridor, both looking up to see a smug Benedict smirking, leaning on the wall just down the hallway.
“Even I underestimated my own plan. Congratulations, brother. You finally saw sense.”
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hello! i know this is completely random as i’ve been writing for djats lately but i has this idea and felt the neeeeed to write it. feel free to request more bridgerton fics, as i’m inspired at the moment and rewatching it.
in the meantime, here is my masterlist!
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soobnny · 1 year
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jealousy, jealousy — nrk.
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trope. established relationship. overprotective / jealousy au.
synopsis. nishimura riki is stubborn and hard-headed, yet not even a fight can stop him from making sure no one bothers his girlfriend. who knew jealousy could look so good on riki? (2.1k words)
note. here’s to anon who requested for me to write jealous aus! realized i’ve never actually tried writing it before :0 the song btw has nothing to do w the fic. just stole the title
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There’s nothing more unsettling than seeing you trying to talk to Nishimura Riki who is actively making it a point to avoid looking or speaking to you, despite being in the same vehicle.
Especially when you’re saying, gently, “Riki, I’m really sorry.”
Riki couldn’t bring himself to look at you. He was understandably upset, and there was an insistent voice in his head that told him to give you the silent treatment. Your boyfriend had the right to be annoyed – especially when he had spent hours prior in the day waiting for you at your favorite ice cream parlor.
It wasn’t like you had meant to stand him up on your date. You had been called back late by your teacher, and you had forgotten to inform Riki especially when your mind was a sea of responsibilities you had to tend to. And on most days, Riki would understand and forgive you in a heartbeat – even offer to help you with your workload.
He always said it was a stupid reason to be upset with, and it was in hindsight. However, it’s been a really long time since you’d last been on a date together.
With his dance competitions and your constant strive to keep your scholarship, the both of you were understandably busy. Spotting free time on both of your schedules was rare and you took every chance at spending time together when it happened.
Today was one of those days, and the plan was that you’d go on an ice cream date (just the two of you) before going to one of Jay’s famous parties. It didn’t help that Riki was particularly clingy today after having lost a spot in the Top 3 of his recent competition. He just wanted to be with you, to bask in your comfort, and to hold you in his arms as a reminder that there was always next time.
And you had accidentally robbed him of that. So, Nishimura Riki was upset with you.
“Riki–” You begin.
“Don’t.” He cut you off before you could even continue. “I don’t really want to talk to you right now.”
He surprised himself with how cold he spoke to you, guilt instantly settling in, but it was too late to take back his words. Besides, you knew never to take it to heart when Riki was upset. You’d just have to try again tomorrow, when he’d have enough time to calm himself down. So, you simply grow quiet as he pulls up the driveway of your shared friend’s house.
The night air is cold when you step out of the car, and you visibly shrug at the sudden coolness in contrast to the heat you had felt in the silence between you and your boyfriend. It’s only now that Riki allows himself to look at you. His gaze follows the gentle shaking of your shoulders and the clattering of your teeth as you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself.
While he was angry, Riki was not a cruel boyfriend. Shrugging his jacket off, he places it on your shoulders gently, helping you adjust your arms in its sleeves to make sure that in the chill of the night and the air-conditioned party, you would not feel cold.
Before you can thank him, he starts walking for the door.
Poor Sunoo is unaware of the fight when you pull both of you in for a hug, bouncing in conversation and being greeted by an awkward string of responses from the both of you. He only understands the situation when you and Riki walk separate ways upon entering the party.
The music is unbearably loud, and Riki is the first one to go meet up with his friends. You walk the opposite direction in hopes of seeing a friend.
Truthfully, you did not want to be in this party right now. It was only ever fun when you were Riki, popping out an ankle biter or two as you’d make fun of the drunk teenagers around you. Time always stretched in meaningful ways when you were with him, blurred by silly dancing and excusing yourselves to pull pranks on your friends.
“(Name)!” You spot Felix, a good friend of Jake, approaching you with a smile on his face. He gives you a side hug, immediately noticing the lack of your boyfriend by your side. “Where’s Riki?” You return the warm smile at the boy, politely acknowledging him. You don’t really want to tell him you weren’t with Riki because you had a fight, so you settle with a little white lie.
“He’s downstairs. I’m looking for a friend.” Felix nods his head, patting your head before he’s called by Hyunjin. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll see you around!” With one last tap on the shoulder, Felix heads towards the direction of his friend, leaving you to walk around by yourself again.
You grow more anxious upon not spotting a single close friend in the party after roaming around the house for a good fifteen minutes. Then again, Jay’s space was huge and it’d be impossible to look through every space and crevice in search of a friend.
You had hoped maybe Yuna or Yunjin were around so you could pass time through conversation and gossip. However, fate doesn’t hand you luck tonight.
On the other side of the party, Riki is seated with his friends – Sunghoon and Jake joking around with a beer in hand as they chat about their recent flings, Sunoo off to dance with friends, Heeseung and Jay busying themselves to make sure the partygoers were accommodated with enough food and drinks, and Jungwon who is concerned why his friend is awfully quiet tonight with the absence of your usual figure next to him.
“Where’s (name)?” Jungwon starts.
“We had a fight.” Riki’s response is pointed as he glances at Jungwon before going back to people-watching. It’s like he doesn’t want to say it. Riki hates fighting with you – and while it was normal to occasionally fight in healthy relationships, it didn’t mean Riki hated it any less. However, he was stubborn and hardheaded, and that insistent voice has not left his head.
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” Jungwon blinks, unsure of how to respond. He wasn’t sure if Riki wanted him to keep pushing at the topic or not. Going for the safe option, Jungwon keeps his mouth shut as he excuses himself to go help Jay and Heeseung.
While heading for the kitchen, Jungwon spots you seated on another couch in the living room, scrolling through your phone. Next to you is Chaewon who looks like she’s in a peaceful slumber despite the loud music and the crowd of people.
When you catch sight of the boy, he waves at you politely before he disappears into the crowd.
You hum to yourself. You suppose you should just leave in a bit after Chaewon wakes up. Besides, it wasn’t really a bother having her lean her head on your shoulder, and you didn’t really want to wake her to leave the party you had just joined.
You’re less fortunate with the man seated on your left.
He had been trying to talk to you the whole time you were looking for a friend (after Felix had left your side), and he had sat down next to you the moment you grew tired.
When Jungwon disappears, the boy next to you perks up and starts quizzing you on your name, which school you went to, what year you were in. He honestly seemed friendly, noticing your lack of mood for the party and attempting to lighten it up a little. But, you did not feel like answering him.
Perhaps he was trying to make a friend, but you were too preoccupied on how you were going to apologize to Riki tomorrow. And, he was being a little too creepy about not leaving you alone.
He tries asking you open-ended questions, tries to be quirky by asking conversation-inducing questions, but you really had nothing to say that might be of interest to him.
“You look like you aren’t enjoying yourself.” You’re ripped out of your thoughts at his constant efforts at a conversation, and when you start to feel properly awkward, you feel his arm slide behind you, dangling on the couch and inching impossibly closer to you. Maybe he wasn’t trying to make a friend after all.
You silently pray in your head for Chaewon to wake up so you could peel yourself away from the situation.
You stutter over your own words, trying to think of a way to tell him you really weren’t in the mood to have a conversation with a stranger, and you’re sure Riki wasn’t too big of a fan of someone else trying to be touchy with you.
While you appreciated his efforts at trying to make you enjoy yourself, you can’t help but think that he had ulterior motives, and you were sure your boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.
Was the oversized jacket you’re wearing not clue enough that you had a boyfriend?
“Yo, who’s that next to (name)?” Riki’s ears perk up at the mention of your name, back straightening as he tries to listen in on Jake and Sunghoon’s conversation.
“Riki, I think someone’s trying to chat your girlfriend up.” Sunghoon looks behind him to look at Riki who has grown intimidatingly silent at his comment. Motioning over to where you’re seated, Riki pushes himself off from the couch, peering over in search of his girlfriend in the crowd.
Jake and Sunghoon were right. In his view, he spots a stupid looking boy trying to impress you – and you were clearly not having it. Riki feels his head start to ache and his fists clench by his side. He grips his phone tighter, knuckles turning white at the sight that greets him.
The icy grip of jealousy that seeps through his veins is overwhelming. You’re smiling politely at the boy, and Riki knows you’re trying to think of a million ways to get away from the situation. He doesn’t understand why he feels jealous. It’s not like you even wanted to talk to that boy.
Then it clicks. Maybe that’s why. Because here you were, seated with some boy who has his hand on your shoulder when it should’ve been him. And all of this is happening just because he was upset at you for your lack of communication from a while ago.
Nishimura Riki couldn’t take it anymore.
Locked and loaded behind gritted teeth and popping veins on his neck, he makes his way through the crowd, stopping right in front of you and the cause of his annoyance. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Riki glares down at the boy beside you. “That’s my girlfriend, so get your hands off her.”
The sight of Riki is enough to send bullets of sweat down the boy’s forehead. With a newfound fear, the boy straightens up from his seat, pulling his arm off of you before raising it in defeat. “Dude, my bad. She was here alone, how should I have known she had a boyfriend?”
“Go fuck yourself.” Riki’s face flashes in your direction and his features soften at a ridiculously fast pace. He reaches out to take your hand in his before gently tugging you off of the couch, apologizing to Chaewon in the process while he takes you outside.
Riki pulls you in for a hug. He doesn’t care how upset he was with you, he needed to make sure you were okay. With his hand running through your back and his lips pressed on top of your head, he feels his mood instantly lighten.
He pulls away, brushing your hair off your face before asking quietly, “Are you okay?”
You thought about it for a second before nodding your head, smiling gratefully at him. You know he was upset with you (he might still be), and Riki tended to be stubborn and hardheaded when it came to arguments. It was just nice to know that even then, he always had your back. Even if he was angry or upset or annoyed, you knew you could always count on him to be there for you.
“You wanna go home?”
You nod your head, scooting closer to him. He knows that you just need him so he takes your hand in his, leading you over to where he had parked the car. “Maybe some ice cream to make it up to you?”
“Okay. I’m still upset, by the way.”
“I know. I love you.”
“...Love you too.”
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viejospellejos · 1 year
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hoy sentí la verdadera envidia
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hanjisungslag · 16 days
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Headcanons for when aot men get jealous? Maybe seeing reader and someone else spending time together and getting agitated and then dragging them away - ‘Pay attention to me not them.’ sort of vibe.
💢 aot men & jealously
characters included: eren, armin, connie, jean, reiner, bertolt, erwin and levi.
notes: this ask had me floored.
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☆ eren jaeger
he caught you and reiner talking to each other AGAIN.
this has happened one too many times and eren finally loses it.
he’d definitely say something like “what about spending time with your boyfriend instead of him, hm?”
very temperamental about the whole thing..
one second he’ll be furious, next he’ll be sad, next he’ll be happy you’re back to spending time with each other
but mostly angry over it.
he storms over and pushes reiner away from you as he comes between the both of you, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing with MY partner?” eren asked threateningly “woah eren we were just—” but before reiner could say anything, eren grabbed your arm and stormed off with you.
☆ armin arlert
you and jean are very close friends
too close, your boyfriend may say.
armin usually lets things slide at first, he doesn’t want to come off as overbearing or jealous
also you and jean are just friends at the end of the day, right?
but one day, you and jean are laughing away as usual and armin asks what’s so funny and you say..
“oh, it’s an inside joke. you wouldn’t get it.”
after you said this, you continued to laugh. but armin had reached his breaking point, he slammed his hands on the dinner table and rose from his seat turning to face you, “y/n. get up.” your smile drops as you also get up from your chair. you two walk out the dinner hall. armin quickly speaks up “pay attention to me, not him.”
☆ connie springer
you and berty boy were spending wayyy too much quality time together.
making you spend less time with your own boyfriend!
connie obviously took this to heart and had to do what a man’s gotta do
aka pull a prank on bert.
every single day for like 2 weeks, connie would do something just to cause him inconvenience.
just like hiding his things right before practice, stealing food off his plate, replacing his sugar with salt, messing up his laundry etc.
but now what was connie going to do with you? after he pulled one of his pranks on bert he saw you HELPING him so not only do you spend all your time with him but now you’re ruining connie’s revenge plan? nope, not happening. he slams bert’s door open not taking any notice that the both of you are trying to talk to him, he just grabs you and pulls you into the hall. “last time i checked, i was your boyfriend. so, stop acting like bert is.”
☆ jean kirstein
there was someone in the survey corps who clearly had a thing for you
but you didn’t seem to notice. supposedly.
anyways, you guys would spend quite a bit of time together especially during expeditions.
jean obviously took offence to this and what does he do?
showboats🗣️🗣️
while on an expedition, you and this guy were chatting away, killing titans, all the usual stuff. but little did you know, from the back, jean was watching all of this happening and he was getting pissed off. his anger built up so much that when it came to killing the titans be whipped out half of them on his own. everyone was super impressed and the girls started complimenting you for having such a strong, brave boyfriend.
he pulls you aside afterwards and says “that was because of you and him, you know? so, you better start paying more attention to me now.”
☆ reiner braun
there was this one guy from garrisons who adored you!
and you thought he was sweet and you’d always try and catch up with him when you could.
which reiner would say was too often.
reiner would definitely intimidate this guy with how huge he is.
it’d be intimidating even reiner wasnt massive because he was just a garrison.
he’d pump his chest out more and wrap his big arms around you in front of him to prove how much bigger and better he was.
and when it came to you, he was so mad. as you stepped away from the garrison guy, he took his arm off of you and grabbed you by the shoulders turning you to face him. “hey. you better stop talking to that fucking whimp. i’m your boyfriend.”
☆ bertolt hoover
you and connie were super close.
you both trained together, love pulling pranks and just bounce off each other so well.
some people sometimes even think you’re a couple..!
but you already have a boyfriend.
bert doesn’t like to speak up about how he feels for a while until something really tips him over the edge.
bert always used to ignore how close you and connie were, he was too shy to say anything in the first place but he also didn’t want to ruin your guys’ relationship by being jealous. that was until someone asked if you and connie were a couple. that was his final straw. he calmly walked over to you but grabbed you with a grip you wouldn’t expect from bertolt. you found yourself outside with him where he looks you dead in the eyes “unless you actually want connie to be your boyfriend, you better start paying more attention to me, y/n.”
☆ levi ackerman
you mostly worked in the offices after a bad injury.
and there was this one librarian who really took a liking to you.
but, you’re already coupled up with mr. ackerman.
levi sees you guys talking all the time. sees that you’re in the library quite a lot even when you don’t need to be.
because of this he delegated menial work to him and even you, when he’s feel mean.
but when he catches you STILL talking while doing the tasks he set for you, he loses it.
you got distracted from your task when your little librarian friend starts discussing this ancient book he discovered the other day and as you were chatting away, you heard the door creak.. you jump out of your skin, trying to return to your task but it was too late. levi had already seen you. he calmly marched towards you and pulls you away to the other end of the library “is that what i said your task was, y/n? come here, i got a better task for you like helping your boyfriend. not this cretin.”
( however at the end of the week when things were all cleared up and you ask him about it he just says “me? jealous? no, i wasn’t.” )
☆ erwin smith
you and mike were working a little too closely lately.
erwin saw the way mike looked at you longingly
at first he thought it was nothing, he wasn’t even jealous!
until mike starts getting more physical
a shoulder brush here, a slight hand touch there
after this, he fully loses it.
erwin side eyes you and mine when he sees his hand gently brush up against yours, it could be pure accident but erwin couldn’t care less. he had gone too far. he marched over tall and mighty and swiftly stole you from mike “i’m the only man who gets to do that to you, you hear me?”
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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART FIVE
Smut and story time <3
Warnings: 18+ ONLY / masturbation / jealous Ken / Ken goes for an outing / social alcohol consumption / cuddles and fluff but also smut of course / fingering / oral / p! In v! / possessive Ken / hurt / comfort / rough sex / exhaustion
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Today was a day you hadn’t really considered happening, mostly because it wasn’t something you had considered before: Ken didn’t know he could masturbate.
He had followed you into the shower, as you were getting ready for a girls night with some of your classmates, and as usual he decided now was the perfect time to fuck you.
“Ken,” you breathed, the hot water pouring down your chest as Ken pressed your back into his front, kissing and nipping your neck, making you shudder. “You know I love this but I have to focus -“
His little pout-y moan cut you off, something he had learned turned you on and made it harder for you to deny his advances.
“Ken, my love, just masturbate. You’ll survive.”
He paused. “What’s ‘just masturbate?’”
oh.
“You touch yourself, Ken.”
You turned because you were curious to see his face processing this.
“But…why? You’re here.” He grinned, pleased with his deflection, and you giggled as he went back to attacking your neck.
“Because I think it’ll help when I can’t be present every time you’re horny.”
“I”m always horny with you around,” he growled.
“Yes, I’ve come to realize that.” You reached behind you and took his member in your hand and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you, holding you to him, getting lost in you and your touch.
“Touch yourself the way that I touch you.” You turned around in his arms to face him, pumping him softly. He leaned his forehead into yours and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hand around his cock.
“Ken,” you said, and he opened his eyes. You took one of his hands that had been wrapped around you and closed it around his cock instead.
“Now, touch yourself.” You placed your hand over his and encouraged him to move, and despite every single sexual thing the two of you had done together, this surprisingly turned you on. You watched as he seemed almost fascinated with the idea that he could pleasure himself and that he had never considered it before .
“That’s it,” you encouraged as his thumb neared his tip, and you circled it with your own before taking your hand away so he could do it himself. He gasped a little, playing with how hard squeezed and how fast he moved, and he groaned loudly, thoroughly enjoying himself.
The point of showing him how to handle his own horniness was not helping you get dressed any quicker, however, because he held onto your lower back with his free hand and pushed you back into the shower wall, leaning into you as he explored himself.
“Ken, sweet boy, the point in showing you this is so that I can get ready.”
His eyes shot up to you then and he shook his head. “Want you here,” he breathed, his hand around your back tightening a little in response to a shock of pleasure he felt when he squeezed himself a certain way. “Everything’s always better when you’re here.”
You relented, enjoying the show of the way his body jerked and spasmed, watching the way he discovered he liked touching himself, and you made mental notes so you could touch him similarly later on. His abs flexed the way they always did right before he would climax, and you leaned up to kiss him through his release when you felt both of his hands surround you and get lost in your lips.
You pulled back. “You didn’t finish.”
”Don’t wanna.” He pressed you into the shower wall. “You’ll leave once I cum.”
“Ken -“
“Mmm-mm.” His refusal didn’t surprise you but you had been looking forward to girl’s night for awhile now, and you firmly told him you wanted to get ready.
You had prepared yourself for his pout face so it had the most minimal effect on you that it could, but him pushing his cock in-between your folds told another story.
You internally rolled you eyes, knowing you had to get him off before you could leave, and you lowered yourself down onto your knees and took him into your mouth, sucking hard.
He hadn’t expected this and he gasped loudly, one hand leaning against the shower and the other gripping your hair. Usually he enjoyed you taking control when you blew him, but today he held your head still as he fucked gently into your mouth, reveling in watching you moan against his cock. He wanted to thrust fast and hard but couldn’t conceive of hurting you and forced himself to make his movements slow, your lips red and wet from sucking him, and the sight of you made him orgasm almost immediately.
You stood when he was done, and he took your lips into his and tenderly held you.
“Love you,” he murmured.
“And I you. I have to get out now.”
Ken sighed but released you, and you kissed the tip of his nose as you dried yourself off and finished getting ready.
He sulked around, getting dressed himself, wanting to make you laugh and keep you from getting dressed but knowing you wouldn’t actually enjoy it right now.
Your girlfriends showed up right on time, knocking on the front door, a loud mixture of hello’s and complimenting outfits and it’s-been-too-longs and hugs as everyone came inside and you offered drinks before planning to head out.
Ken stood to himself in the corner, leaning against a doorframe, and both of you friends eyed him, Zoey nodding in his direction.
“You gonna finally introduce me?” She smirked, and your other friend, Amber, shot up an eyebrow at you.
“Damn, y/n, I didn’t know you had secured such a hunk.”
Ken perked up a little, and you encouraged him to come over with a twerk of your head. He smiled widely as he came to stand beside you and your friends fawned over him.
“Girl, you win.”
“How long have you two been together?”
“You’ll have to tell me *everything.*”
“Where’d you find him??”
“I legit would never leave my house if he was in it.”
“I try to make her not leave as much as possible.” Ken’s statement broke through the girls’ tirade, simple as if stating a fact, and they both laughed, immensely entertained.
“Yes, I’ve been working on that,” you said, trying to sound playful.
“Blondie causing you trouble?” Zoey quipped.
“Always,” you replied.
“Y/n, you’re bringing him with us.” Amber said, and it was not a request.
Your eyes widened a bit, not necessarily *against* brining him, but also….Ken at a bar with your friends? I mean, it could be fun…
“No argument. You’re coming.” Amber linked her arm in Ken’s much to his confusion, and pulled him towards the door. “Come on,” she told you and Zoey. “I’m desperate for a drink.”
Ken looked at you, basically asking for permission, and your friends lost it.
“Holy shit, y/n, you have him wrapped around your finger tight.”
Ken wasn’t sure what that meant, but you smiled and nodded at him that he could come, and he smiled back, Amber successfully getting him through the door as you all left.
The bar was only a few blocks away and you all sat down at a tall four-top table. As you ordered your drinks, you realized you had zero idea if Ken had ever even had alcohol.
“I have,” he said proudly. “I’ve had beer.”
“I can’t with you,” Amber grinned at him. “You are something else. I’m obsessed.”
The three of you took turns explaining to Ken how you had known each other since high school, how excited you and Zoey had been to get accepted into the same college, plans for the future -
“So what do you do, Ken?”
“I’m y/n’s boyfriend.”
Oh god, this was a bad idea to bring him. You already felt your face flushing a little, having no idea what all he was about to say but knew it would be something to take you off your guard.
“That’s your profession?” Zoey teased.
Ken nodded, and the girls laughed again.
“Jesus, y/n, you’ve kinda got it made. He’s just a live-in sex doll?”
Ken looked confused again. “I was a doll, but I’m not anymore.”
You shook your head at him.
“What, were you like a stripper or something? Because *that* would be so hot.” Amber set her chin in her hand. “I would pay a lotta money to see that.”
“Tell me how you met y/n,” Zoey started. “Was it something dirty like you went on a double date with other people then ended the night sleeping with each other?”
“I’ve never slept with anyone but y/n.”
“Ken, no, no no no,” you whispered, but it was too late. Your friends were overjoyed with this information.
“Wait WHAT.”
“HOW?”
“Are you like, bad at it?”
“No, she likes it a lot,” Ken grinned, and you buried your face in your hands. You weren’t that embarrassed, you have known these girls for ages and you all knew literally everything about each other, but it didn’t make this conversation any less cringe.
“I BET she does.” Amber took a long sip of her drink. “If you ever wanna lend him out, y/n, I call dibs.”
Ken cocked his head at that statement, and then Zoey got tickled.
“Talking about virginity, remember how I accidentally stumbled in on you when you lost yours?”
You still hid your face behind your hands but smiled and laughed along with them, then folded your arms on the table and set your forehead against them.
“That was *hilarious.*” You said once you raised your head. You got caught up in the moment with your friends, not noticing how Ken was looking back a forth between you and Zoey, and Zoey continued.
“Oh my god, Ken, I have to tell you. So our first college semester, we shared a dorm, right? And I had told y/n I would be gone for the weekend, camping trip with some buds. Turns out it started storming, and so we called it quits. I didn’t let her know I was coming back, like, why would I? And I stumble into the dorm, like, soaking wet, right? And she’s being fucked by this dude who clearly actually had no idea what he’s doing because his hips are like, stuttering, and y/n is laying there with a dumbfounded look on her face. The guy - what was his name? I think he was studying jazz or some shit - he turns and falls off the bed in the most ungraceful way, and y/n and I are *dying* laughing.”
Ken’s face had changed from curious to slowly becoming almost expressionless, but you saw in your peripheral how his eyes hardened, but remaining politely quiet as Zoey finished the story.
“I was like, oh dude, sorry, don’t mind me, and I grabbed some dry clothes and got out fast to go shower.”
“I was honestly sooo thankful you showed up,” you replied, trying to lighten Ken’s mood, but it didn’t work.
“She literally couldn’t stop laughing and *thanked* me when I came back. She was like, ‘oh my god, I thought that would never end.’”
Ken’s hand settled on your leg, firm but not necessarily squeezing, and his body posture remained rigid, but he nodded once Zoey finished her story.
Amber, always intuitive, picked up on Ken’s discomfort. “Dude, relax. Don’t be jealous of a skimpy white kid from a year ago that barely knew what a vagina was.”
“Now Dave, that was a guy you’d need to be jealous of,” Zoey quipped
You kicked her under the table and cursed at her under your breath. You honestly were impressed by Ken’s current ability to maintain calm, because you knew he was *not* happy on the inside.
“That was ages ago -“
“It was my fault. He was in my study group first year of college and I might have told him about y/n’s virginity experience and he took it on himself to remedy that incident.”
“For weeekkss,” Amber groaned. “We all went on a trio couples trip and it was awful. Those two never slept, I swear. SO loud.”
You looked at Ken and smiled, squeezing his hand still on your leg, trying to calm the storm. “You know I like you best, right?”
He glanced at you, and you traced your fingers over his hand. “You’re my favorite.”
He smiled a little at that, and you kissed his shoulder before standing up. “I’m getting us another round at the bar, the waiter is taking too long. Who wants seconds?”
Your friends told you what they wanted and you walked to the bar, Ken watching you like a hawk as you leaned against it, the bartender preparing your order. He was mesmerized by how good you looked, the way your jeans hugged you ass and hips, the way your waits curved down into the waistband -
“Ken, tell me about yourself,” Zoey said.
“I, uh well I -“ Ken’s thoughts were difficult to manage as he watched a broad man walk up to the bar where you stood, leaning against it to copy you, and standing ridiculously too close when the bar had plenty of room for him to stand farther away.
Zoey and Amber saw how distracted he was and turned to meet where he was looking, and Zoey rolled her eyes.
“Ignore it,” she said. “Y/n is legit obsessed with you. She doesn’t keep people around unless she is.”
“It’s not *her* I’m worried about,” Ken said, and Amber nodded.
“Fair enough,” she agreed, stirring the last bit of her drink before downing it.
The man leaned closer to you, his shoulder now touching yours, and Ken watched as you looked up at him before stepping aside to create distance between the two of you. The man clearly wasn’t in the mood to be easily turned down and he moved closer again, saying something to you with a smirk. Ken couldn’t make out what he said, he just knew that he hated it.
You shook your head at him, noticeably irritated by the way your shoulders tightened, and you called to the bartender, asking when your drinks would be ready.
The man reached his hand down and squeezed you ass, but before you could turn to yell at him, Ken’s hand was on his wrist, squeezing hard, and his gaze looked like it could kill.
The man jumped, glaring at Ken.
“Hey man, I was here first,” he said, trying to pull his hand away, but Ken kept a firm grip, and the man looked startled. “Hey, let me go. It’s all in good fun.”
“You are not allowed to have fun with her.” You had never seen Ken sneer, but he was damn close to it right now.
“Goddamn, man, okay! Just let me go, I’ll leave her alone.”
Ken’s eyes bore daggers at the man as he released his grip, and the guy raised his hands in an exaggerated surrender as he backed away.
“Don’t let your girl outta sight if you don’t wanna share,” he tossed back a final dig then turned and walked away quickly to join his buddies on the other side of the bar, you grasping Ken’s arm tightly to keep him from going after him.
“Ken, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay.”
“I mean, yeah, it isn’t okay, but it’s not worth getting into a fight over.”
Ken kept his eyes on the guy as if waiting for him to make another move.
“Ken,” you soothed, petting his arm, “it’s alright. Let’s go back to the table.”
“You can go back. I’ll wait for your drinks.”
You nodded then and went back to join your friends who had enjoyed the entire incident that had played out.
“Jesus, y/n, you never have to worry about anyone fucking with you again,” Amber sighed. “Lucky fucking duck.”
“So are you two, like, serious?” Zoey asked, leaning forward and lowering her voice so the conversation remained between the three of you.
“I…guess so?” You paused. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
“I mean, he’s living with you, he apparently sees you as his one and only. You haven’t talked about it?”
You shook your head, quiet. “I guess I have thought about what the future could hold, what the two of us mean together, but…I haven’t thought about it very deeply. I guess I’m just kind of enjoying it all right now.”
Amber nodded. “You fucking deserve it after the-dick-who-shall-not-be-named-ever-unless-it’s-to-announce-his-death.”
“Yeah.” Your voice grew soft, your brain filling with memories.
”Oh, nope, we’re not going there now,” Zoey interrupted your thoughts. “Tonight is fun night.”
“Can I just ask one more question? Please tell me he’s fucking huge. I don’t think I can comprehend him any other way. Reality just can’t work like that.” Amber’s voice was loud enough to carry to where Ken could hear her.
He hadn’t really considered *that* before, he hadn’t considered it a thing someone thought about. But his ears stayed sharp to listen to your answer, and he watched out of the corner of his eye as you smiled and nodded enthusiastically, and your friends grinned back.
“Niiiicccee,” Amber congratulated.
Ken internally puffed up a little, happy with your answer, and the bartender finally brought him the drinks.
The rest of the evening was uneventful compared to how it had begun, and your friends walked back to your condo with you since it was on the way to where Zoey had parked her car. Hugs and well-wishes were shared, and Amber winked at Ken before she and Zoey two of them headed off for the night.
You unlocked the front door and Ken basically pulled you inside, slamming it behind you, pressing you up against it.
Oh, god.
“Ken….”
He was angry, and it really took you by surprise. He didn’t say anything for awhile but he didn’t need to, his body and face saying all they needed to. He boxed you in with his hands against the door by your head but not touching you, just staring down at the ground, his chest puffed out, his shoulders tense, working to control his breathing. You swore if he looked at you right now his eyes would be more fire than blue.
“Ken?” You said softly after awhile, reaching up to touch his face the way he liked. He made a tiny little throaty groan at the soft contact but still didn’t move.
“Baby?” You whispered. “Are you…alright?”
Finally he gaze focused on you, and the anger had faded just enough to where he looked…was it sad? Confused? No…hurt.
“I don’t like other people touching you.” His voice was soft but gruff, like he had to work hard to get the words out.
“I understand. It wasn’t that bad -“
“I don’t like,” He took your waist in his hands now and pressed his hips into yours, his cock already hardening, "That someone touched you like this before me."
You cocked your head softly, thumb caressing his cheekbone. "But you already knew that had happened. You knew I had had sex before you, right?" You realized maybe he didn't actually know, it wasn't like you had talked about it.
He groaned again, working through the emotions raging though him. "I mean, I guess I knew. I hadn't really thought about it. I just hate being hit with the reality of it."
"Ohh." You nodded and remained still in his arms, allowing him time to process what he needed. You placed your hands on his chest and he took a deep breath, he always liked when you touched him there.
"I'm here now, though," you soothed. "With you. That's all that matters, right?"
He gripped your waist tighter, leaning his forehead down onto yours.
"I understand that you're jealous, but there's no need to be. I only want you now, okay? Everything's okay."
"What if you leave me?" His voice was so small, almost sounding like he would cry.
His question left you feeling sick. Your stomach turned and your chest hurt really badly now. You didn't know how to respond, but you needed to say something fast. "I don't plan on that happening."
He looked at you, leaning in for a kiss, but something was holding him back. His heart beat loudly, his eyes still hurt and now looking kind of scared. "You don't get to leave me." His words were a plea, not a demand.
You nodded. "Okay, Ken."
"You promise?"
Fuck, of course this was happening. It's the usual first-love shit: the anxiety and the way you've never felt like this ever in your life and the uncertainty of it all. But you also currently had no plans for your life without him, even if your future goals hadn't been solidified in your mind yet. You weren't sure if you should tell him a sweet lie or…
"I can only promise how I feel right now, and right now I want to be with you. I love you very much, Ken."
His eyes hardened the slightest bit where if you hadn't been staring in them, you would have missed it.
He pushed you into the door, almost as if the pressure would make you suddenly commit. "I asked you to promise."
You felt like you would cry but held your voice firm. "I said what I said -"
His hand flew to the wall, not loudly, but firmly held himself against it as he leaned closer into you, his eyes blazing now. You almost squeaked, suddenly overwhelmed and not sure where this was going.
"I NEED you to promise."
"Ken, I -"
You were cut off, his hand wrapping roughly in your hair, pulling your head back and his lips smashed into you in a heated, angry kiss. You whimpered, not having experienced this emotionally intensive side of him before, but before you could compute anything more he pulled back, his lips still touching yours.
"Y/n."
"Ken."
"Need you."
"Then take me." The words you just spoke washed over you after you had said them, and Ken greedily pulled you into him, shoving his lips into yours again, biting your lower lip hard enough to where you yelped a little from surprise.
"Mine," he growled, and your entire body shivered as he leaned down to pick you up, hauling you over his shoulder and briskly making his way to the bedroom.
"Fucking hell, Ken," you breathed as he tossed you onto the bed. He looked an exact mixture of hurt and angry as hell, and you were trying to process how to calm him down when he walked into the bathroom, removing the mirror from over the sink, and placing it firmly on the small ottoman that sat next to the bed, the mirror at a perfect height for you to see yourself.
He climbed on top of you, hungrily sucking at your neck and newly exposed skin as he began roughly tearing your clothes off as you writhed underneath him, pleading with him to try and breathe.
Finally having removed your clothes, he tore his shirt off and began roaming his hands and lips all over your body again, squeezing and nipping a little more harshly than usual.
"Ken, baby, breathe, please," you encouraged, but began having less and less of a desire to calm him down as your body reacted in the most pleasurable ways to his current consumption of you. You were sure he had marked you at least a dozen times in various places by the time he found his way back to your lips and sucked and licked them until he pulled back, the two of you panting and staring into each other's eyes.
"I'm only your Ken," he said.
"I know."
"And you're my y/n."
"Yes, Ken."
"Promise?" His fingers tangled in your hair again possessively.
"Yes, Ken."
Your tone didn't match the tone he was used to when you said something with certainty, and he fisted into your hair now. You whimpered as he tugged lightly, feeling yourself becoming wet.
"Ken, let's just fuck, okay? I'll make you feel good. Tell me what you want, I'll do it."
"Yes, you will do what I want." His tone sent a shudder from your stomach to your groin, and you tensed.
"Ken -"
He pulled you up quickly, turning you around to face the mirror, forcing you into a sitting position, pressing your back against himself as he hooked his ankles underneath your legs, forcing them open wide and holding them hostage. You gasped and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, forcing you to look at your naked form in the mirror. You closed your eyes, feeling overwhelmed, feeling so incredibly naked and vulnerable. You had seen yourself naked of course but…never like this. Never this…vulgar and -
"Open your eyes." Ken was not asking this time.
Your head leaned back onto his shoulder. "Please don't, Ken -"
"Why?"
"It's so….I haven't seen myself like this before."
"Then it's time that you do, that you get to see everything that I do, especially as I do things to you."
You shook your head. "Not this time, Ken. I'll do anything but this."
The change in Ken's energy and tone shifted so suddenly that it took you off guard. "Please look." He kissed your neck softly, licking around the hickey he had already left there earlier. "I want you to see, please."
"Why?"
"You'll see. Please trust me."
You groaned in frustration, knowing he had won. You opened your eyes and raised your head, taking in the full view of yourself, the way Ken held you and wrapped around you.
You watched as he kissed down your neck, one hand holding you close to him around your waist and his other taking one of your breasts and massaging it gently, taking time to rub and pinch your nipple. You moaned and closed your eye to enjoy the sensation.
"Mmm-mmm," Ken cooed in your ear. "You have to keep watching."
You did as you were told. Ken leaned you back a bit to his side, holding you with his arm wrapped around your waist still and his other hand fisting again in your hair.
"Don't stop watching." He took your nipple in his mouth and sucked, and your body jerked a little as you whimpered. You tried to watch as best as you could but between watching Ken pleasure you like you were watching a porno and seeing how his eyes shone back at you in the mirror, you closed your eyes again, and he stopped pleasuring you.
"You're not listening very well tonight," He said, lifting you back up and pressing you into him in the seated position again, never having let your legs move.
"Do you want me to edge you all night?"
Your eyes shot open at this. "Wha, what?"
"For hours." He knew he had your attention but he kept a good poker face. "I won't let you cum for at least two hours. I won't stop pleasuring you, making you almost cum."
"Why?" you moaned, suddenly trying to move but without success.
"Because I need my girl to do as I say." His voice sounded dangerous, lowering down to almost a whisper. "You promised you'd do anything."
You were trapped. "Fine." You relented in a single word.
"Promise?"
"Yes."
He stared at you in the mirror, his arms tightening around you again. "You need to keep this promise."
You gulped. "I will."
"Don't look away again."
You nodded and your hands held onto his arms tightly as he placed soft kisses down your neck again, watching you to make sure you did as you said you would. One hand traveled down your stomach slowly, and you tensed as he used his fingers to open your vulva lips wide.
He moaned breathily into your ear and your body broke out into goosebumps.
"Do you see how beautiful you are?" he purred, voice sounding drunk just by looking at you. "So, so gorgeous. Already so fucking wet for me."
You moaned and shimmied a bit against him as if trying to push yourself away from the mirror, which of course only pushed you farther into his body as his other hand smoothed over your clit and the visual was personally overwhelming, watching yourself being pleasured.
'Ken -" you gasped, wanting to protest but knowing it was no use, so you used the moment to try and exhale some of the tension inside you.
Ken groaned hearing his name in such a high pitch, and you made the prettiest noise as he easily pushed two fingers into your opening, and if you had the ability to move your hips would have bucked upward.
"That's it, watch the way you react to my touch." He dipped his fingers in again before pulling them out and rubbing your wetness around your opening and up to your clit, circling it again. He moved his fingers down again and thrust them into your opening a little harder, and your head fell back as you moaned, but you kept your promise and kept your eyes open.
"mmmmm," he sounded pleased. "I have such a good girl."
He encouraged you to pull your head up again by nudging the back of it with his shoulder, and as soon as you did he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you cried out as he hit your special spot and focused solely on that, intentionally forcing your pleasure to come faster than usual.
"Do you see yourself?" His voice made you dizzy. "Only my girl would be so good for me. Only my girl would react this way to how I touched her."
"Yes, Ken," you breathed, the muscles in your lower stomach tightening.
"And you're going to watch what I do to do, how good I make you feel, how no one better dare touch you like this again."
"Yes, Ken," you repeated, your orgasm about to take over.
Ken held your chin up as you came, making sure you wouldn't look away as your body jerked and your spasmed around his fingers for what felt like an eternity. He remained quiet through your climax, making sure you could hear how you sounded because of him, and when you were finished and panting, you watched as he pulled his fingers out, wet, and circling your opening, a bright pink.
"Do you see how incredible you are?" he whispered, and you forced yourself to nod.
"Thank you, Ken," you breathed, hoping he would let you go now. The alcohol from earlier had made you sleepy before you got home, and now you were definitely exhausted. You looked up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw. He smiled warmly and kissed your lips, his wet fingers grazing the side of you face.
"You wanna get ready for bed now?"
Ken smiled as if holding back a laugh. "Y/n, I'm nowhere near finished."
Oh, god. "Ken, my love, I'm yours, okay? Everything is fine."
"I don't believe that you truly believe that yet."
"I do," you whimpered as he finally released your legs.
"I just need to make sure of that." He flipped you onto your back now, your profile facing the mirror. He held your legs down onto the bed, open for him once again, and made sure your side view still gave you a full visual of your body.
Watching his tongue trace from your opening up to your clit sent you into shivers, suddenly mesmerized by watching him touch you, your hands going straight for his hair and twisting in it tightly.
Ken moaned his agreement with your grip on him and lowered his lips onto your clit, licking and sucking gently, making sure he wasn't going too rough so it would be easier for you to keep your eyes open. He did have a moment where his chest filled with that deep warmth that happened when he felt the most affectionate towards you, when he could only process how amazing he felt just to be near you and how much he loved you, and he allowed you a moment to just relax into the pleasure of how his mouth made you feel, not chiding you when your eyes closed gently for a moment to bask in how he made you feel.
Your body was angelic to him, your hips bucking the tiniest bit up into his mouth, and he moaned into you, which made you shudder again.
“You’re mine,” he said softly, pausing his actions only for a moment before delving back in, watching your face closely.
You moaned your affirmative, too lost in how he was making you feel to really listen.
His hand reached up and grasped one of your breasts and you smiled a little. “Baby, watch me, please.”
You obeyed, opening your dazed eyes and taking in the sight of his tongue dipping into you while holding your breast, and you felt yourself going dizzy again, but in the most heavenly way.
“No one touches me like you do,” you mumbled between breaths.
“I know,” Ken said, mouth still buried in your folds. He gently pushed three fingers into you and your back arched, Ken pulling his head up to watch you for another moment before pulling his fingers back out.
You reached for his hand and he gave it to you as you sucked on his fingers, and his face had that absolutely obsessive look it got when he became extremely horny. He pulled you into a sitting position in front of you and embraced you, holding you close to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
You hummed and petted him, kissing his hair and enjoying your moment of relaxation before he stated up again - you KNEW he would start up again.
”Are you okay, my Ken?”
He shrugged a little, his body morphing into yours a little more.
“Whatever you’re feeling is normal,” you soothed. He nodded a little, face still in your shoulder. He looked at you, eyes shining, forehead furrowed a little.
“You won’t ever leave me for someone else?” He asked.
UGH. You knew that this was what this entire evening had been about but…
“Ken. I can’t predict what will happen.”
His eyes looked so sad you hated yourself.
“Would it be because you no longer loved me?”
You cupped his face. “I love you now. I don’t plan on that changing.”
He frowned. “What did Dave do that was so special?”
“No, Ken. That doesn’t matter.”
“What did he do?” You couldn’t remember Ken looking so insecure before, and it was honestly surprising you how much he couldn’t let this go.
“Baby, baby,” you pleaded, trying to take control, straddling him on your knees so you were at face-level with him, hands in his hair. “He was nothing. He is nothing to me. I only want you. Please.”
“Did he touch you like I do?” Ken’s hands traveled up and down your back, coming to rest on your ass.
“No one has ever touched me like you do,” you promised, staring at him firmly so there’s no way he couldn’t believe your message.
“No one will ever touch you like I do.”
“I can promise you that is incredibly true.”
“No one else will ever touch you.”
“Okay, Ken.”
“Promise me.”
Fuck it, fine. “I promise.”
His eyebrows raised a little. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“You swear you’ll never let another man touch you the way I do?”
“I said I promise, Ken.”
He set his jaw, still aware of the little bit of flippant tone underneath your words. “You’re going to prove it to me, then.”
“Ken!” You yelped as he picked you up off of him and tossed you back onto the bed, turning you onto your stomach to face the mirror. He grabbed a pillow and propped it underneath your hips so your ass was raised a little higher than the rest of you, and you watched as he took off his belt and jeans quickly, tossing them onto the floor.
His jaw set tightly, he nudged himself between your legs, rubbing his cock along your ass.
“Am I big enough for you?”
“Fuck, Ken.”
“Hmmm?” He ground his hips into you harder, his gaze hardening at you in the mirror, and my god you were so ready for him to take you now, him hovering over you and looking ready to consume you. “Answer me.”
“You’re huge, Ken.”
He gently wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to look ahead so he could stare at you in the mirror. “Don’t lie to me.”
You felt yourself becoming more wet than before. “Never, Ken.” You made your voice quiver a little, and that seemed to be the thing that sent him over the edge.
He sat up on his knees and pressed your chest into the bed, making your ass stick up higher, then took both of his hands and opened your cheeks, keeping an eye on your face the entire time. You gripped onto the covers, ready for whatever he had planned, and he sunk into you in a single thrust.
You thought you had been ready for him but this new angle hit everything just the tiniest bit different, him settling in a bit deeper than what you were used to, and you felt your breath get knocked out of you.
Ken groaned in immense pleasure, not expecting how deep and tight you would be from this angle, and he took a split second to revel in the sensation before pulling out and thrusting back in again.
Your body was already shaking from how intense it was, and you tried your hardest to keep looking at your reflection like he wanted but your head kept drooping, trying to hold onto the covers as Ken plowed into you.
“Look at the way I fuck you,” he commanded, and you forced your head back up to watch as his cock buried itself deeply into you over and over and over again, and you sobbed between the sensation and the visual, trying to retain your sanity.
Ken sped up a little as he leaned himself over you, molding into your body as he snaked an arm underneath to hold you around your waist, his other hand wrapping in your hair to hold your head up, facing the mirror. This made you feel even more turned on and it blew your mind that that was even possible.
Having less ability to pull all the way out from this angle, instead he began rocking his hips into you more instead of his usual thrusts, and it felt like his cock was forcing itself into areas you had never felt before. It was becoming hard to breathe, and you choked out another sob as Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder.
“So good, Ken.” Your strangled moans made him feel like a god, and at those words he moaned loudly in your ear, losing his agenda to “force” yourself to commit to him forever and instead melting, wanting to just be surrounded by you as much as possible.
He let your hair go, folding his arm underneath your head so your cheek had something to rest on.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He shuddered in your ear in time with his thrusts, his words becoming a dizzying mantra mixed with the way his cock was fucking into you. You felt yourself becoming limp and Ken felt it as your body did so, continuing his thrusts but staying aware of how you were doing so he wouldn’t push it too far.
“Yours,” you barely whispered, in such a daze you felt like you were going to fade any moment.
Ken’s heart swelled and he paused his thrusts, remaining in the same position on you but brushing your hair out of your face that had clung to you because of your sweat.
“Y/n,” he whispered, making sure you were still with him. You made a small whimper and he pulled out of you then and gently turned you onto your back as you moaned, resting his body on top of yours again but cradling your lolling head in his folded arms underneath you, kissing you softly.
“Y/n,” he moaned, gently sucking on your neck and when you murmured a little, he kissed your jaw, watching as your eyes fluttered open.
“My love,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder.
“Ken.” His name sounded slurred coming from your lips, and your mangled cry echoed in his ears as he sunk his cock back into you, your hips still propped up on the pillow but hitting you from a new angle now. You inhaled sharply, back arching as much as it could, and your nails scratched into his arms.
“Love you,” Ken whispered, his breath hot in your ear as he picked up the pace again, cradling your head as you moaned and cried out every time he bottomed out, and your legs began to shake almost violently.
“Wrap them around me,” Ken told you, and you somehow managed to do as he said, your ankles fastening themselves around his waist.
“Hold on, I’ve got you.”
His thrusts slowed but became harder, your bodies jerking together, and the way you gripped and spasmed around him, he knew you were close to your release.
Ken sunk his teeth into your shoulder to manage himself from not cumming first, and he took one of his arms from underneath your head to reach between your bodies and circle your clit with his finger.
“I’ll never let you leave me,” he choked out into your ear as you came screaming his name, clenching all around him and trembling as he immediately followed, crying out in your ear in the most intense pleasure he could remember feeling.
You both lay wrapped around each other, sweaty and trembling, and Ken mustered the energy to kiss you, then slowly began unwinding his body from yours and picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He had a hot shower going in no time and snuggled you into him as you both sat on the tile floor.
His nose nuzzled into your ear as your body warmed up, your head leaning back on his shoulder to look up at him.
“Kiss me,” you said, and Ken’s eyes melted as he buried his lips into yours.
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PUNISHMENT
(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) WARNINGS: jealous, kissing, fondling, oral sex, moaning, sex, orgasm, swearing.
(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Characters: Zayne/ fem!reader
(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Annotation: This is my first fanfic in a long time. I hope you enjoy reading it. It's a translation from the original language, so I apologize for any mistakes I made.
(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Synopsis: You escape from the hospital in the middle of the night because you are afraid of hospitals, but you are caught.
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Once again, you disobeyed your doctor's orders and decided to sneak out of the hospital at night. Everything was going great until you were blinded by headlights and the soft sound of an engine as you left the hospital in the darkness of night. Frightened as a deer, you froze when you heard the door open and the sound of footsteps coming your way.
— I knew you'd run away, – Zayne's cold voice said as he walked toward you.
Suddenly, shivers ran down your spine. You clenched your hands and prepared to feel the wrath of your hospital.
— I just went out to get some fresh air! – You sounded uncertain when you met Zayne's eyes.
— It's already 1:00 AM, you know? – his eyes reflected his disbelief at your pathetic excuse.
— Yes... – you whimpered, looking down.
The cold night air caressed your neck, causing another wave of shivering. You see him approach you, taking confident steps toward you. His fingers were on your chin, and with a sharp movement, he forced you to raise your head to meet his gaze.
The expression on his face made you shrink even more, biting the inside of your cheek.
His eyebrows, furrowed, came together on the bridge of his nose, and his gaze, directed directly into your soul, caused new waves of goosebumps to spread through your body.
— You're not a good liar, – Zayne said calmly, but with a hint of irritation, examining your face for a few seconds, his eyes wandering from your eyes to your lips. – You could have refused hospitalization right away, like I said.
Thinking back to the time you snuck into the hospital after catching a cold from the draft, avoiding Zayne, you still failed. As you sat in Dr. Grayson's office, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the doorway.
— I hope he doesn't see me, – you thought, trying to hide your face.
Seeing this reaction, Dr. Grayson smiled gently.
— You don't have to worry about Zayne's anger... As a doctor, he rarely cares as much about his patients as you do. In any case, he'll just grumble, that's all.
— I-I know, Dr. Grayson, – your voice was quiet for fear of being seen.
Looking down at your hands in your lap, you intertwined your fingers, imagining Zayne's face if he found out you were sick. He has enough to worry about at work, so you didn't want to worry him with such trivialities.
— Still, I'd recommend that you stay in the hospital for additional observation, – Dr. Grayson shook his head and looked at the tests again, – for your safety.
You understood what the doctor meant. Touching your chest, you tried to feel your own heartbeat.
— I can't stay here, doctor… – your eyes went up to the doctor, begging him to think of something else.
Grayson's eyebrows rose up in surprise for a few seconds, and after clearing his throat, he looked down at the sheet of paper in his hands, which was directed over your shoulder.
— And yet, I insist on hospitalization, – he replied, exhaling.
— But I...
— Yeah, we can't force you to stay here, – Zayne's voice sounded cold as ice behind you.
Twitching, you turned your head to meet his gaze. As always, he was serious and demanding.
Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a few beats.
— It's not as serious as you think, Dr. Zayne, – you defended yourself, feeling your heart beat faster under his gaze.
— Of course I believe you, – he replied, walking over to the table and taking your test results, "which we doctors can understand.
His words made your chest pang.
— I didn't mean that...
Your gaze was still riveted on his face. Even from the side, you could feel his strength, watching his jaw clench and his muscles stand out slightly. Eyes down, you waited meekly for him to speak.
— Dr. Grayson is right about you being hospitalized, – Zayne said sharply, handing the sheet back to Grayson.
His voice sounded a little different than usual. As if he was irritated, but you weren't sure what the reason was. Or maybe you were imagining it.
Without another word, he turned around and walked out of the office without looking at you.
Your heart went cold in your chest as you watched him disappear around the corner, and with a sigh, you turned your gaze to Dr. Grayson.
— I've never seen him so serious… – he said, shaking his head.
For a moment, you saw the corner of his lips turn up, but it was only a moment.
— O-okay... If that's really necessary… – your voice sounded hoarse and you immediately coughed, covering your mouth with your hand.
— I'm glad to hear that, – Dr. Grayson smiled warmly, nodding his head. – A nurse will escort you to the hospital.
Standing up from the chair, you looked at the doctor one last time, while your mind raced with thoughts of running away from this place tonight.
— It's... my health, – you answered him and left the office.
And now, trying to leave the hospital unnoticed in the middle of the night, you were caught by someone who caused waves of different emotions in your body.
— Well… – you muttered almost audibly, trying to look at anything but Zayne's piercing gaze.
Letting go of your chin, he actually ordered you:
— Get in the car, it's the doctor's order, – he turned and walked to the car without looking at you.
Running away from him now would have been very stupid, because sooner or later they would have met in his office. He was your doctor, and because of your job, you had to undergo medical examinations that were approved by his signature. Lowering your head as if before an execution, you followed him in, and when Zayne opened the door for you to sit down, your gaze lingered on his face for a second. Tense and serious.
The car was warm, the smell of his cologne was pleasant, and you shivered as the cold of the night released you from his arms. Your hands, which had managed to freeze, slowly warmed up as you followed the tall figure in front of you as he stepped into the headlights. The door opened and Zayne was behind the wheel. His hand was on the steering wheel, the other on the gear knob, and with a sharp movement, he got the car moving.
The atmosphere in the cabin was very heavy. The soft light from the dashboard illuminated your faces. You sat there, hardly breathing, feeling Zayne's strange aura. You didn't even try to ask where he was taking you.
Your eyes fell to his hands, which were skillfully steering the car. Large, strong, and well-shaped, they mesmerized you, allowing you to relax for a while. You watched the tendons in his arms move, the veins standing out, casting a faint shadow. You realized that he was holding the steering wheel too tightly.
Tilting your head, you turned your gaze to his face. In the dim light, you could still make out his expression. He was even more gloomy than he had been during the day, and it was obvious.
The muscles in his jaw moved again as he let out:
— Why are you looking at me like that?
Shuddering, you looked at the road, biting your lip and pressing your back against the seat, wanting to dissolve.
— Nothing, just like that...
Without answering, Zayne continued to watch the road. T felt a jolt forward and looked at the speedometer and frowned. It was moving up to 130 kilometers per hour rather quickly.
— Zayne? – you said his name softly and looked at him. – That's fast...
— Don't worry, the road is clear now, – he replied shortly, his voice calm and cool.
— Where are you going in such a hurry?
He didn't say anything, and you saw the muscles in his jaw play again and his Adam's apple turn.
You drove in silence all the way to your final destination, and when you saw your house in front of you, your heart fluttered.
— We're here, – Zayne stated dryly, turning off the engine and getting out of the car.
He opened the door, letting you out into the chill of the night, which made you shiver. Another chill ran down your neck and you coughed. As soon as you did, Zayne's cold gaze bore into you.
— It's just a cough, nothing to worry about...
— Yeah, – his hand grabbed your wrist and Zayne pulled you toward the entrance, – don't stand here and get yourself into more trouble.
You followed him, feeling his firm grip on your arm. His fingers were loosely wrapped around it, squeezing it tightly enough that you couldn't escape if you thought about it.
— Zayne? – you asked, standing in front of the door of the house.
— Open the door, – he said in his low, raspy voice.
You wondered what he was up to as you put the key in the lock and turned it to open the door. Soon enough, you found yourself standing together at the door of your quarters. Zayne nodded silently toward the door, not taking his eyes off you.
Strangely, this made a faint ripple in your stomach.
Crossing the threshold of the apartment, Zayne closed the door, still looking at you like a hungry man looking at a piece of bread.
He took two steps closer to you and furrowed his brow, looking into your eyes. Your body began to shake slightly under his gaze. Licking your dry lips, you wait for what will happen next.
— Tell me why I found you in Grayson's office today, – his voice sounded lower than usual with the same hint of irritation.
— I didn't want to bother you with my cold… – you look away from him, feeling guilty for being sick. – I heard you had a couple of emergency surgeries that day, so...
Suddenly, you felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close. You were literally pressed together so tightly that you could feel his heartbeat with your palms, which instinctively came between the two of you.
Zayne leaned in and the hot air of his breath on your ear made you shiver.
— How could you think that, huh? – he wheezed, his lips barely touching your ear. – No matter how many surgeries I've performed, I'll always have time for you.
Your eyes widened at his words and a blush appeared on your face. Zayne's voice echoed in your mind, and after realizing the reason for his behavior, your heart beat faster.
— Were you upset today because I was in the hospital for a cold or because I was with a different doctor than you? – you said quietly, looking down at your hands still resting on Zayne's broad chest.
— Both, – he answered shortly, holding your body tighter to his.
For a second, you stopped breathing, feeling a tickle inside your stomach. Still feeling his warm breath on your skin, you silently spread your fingers, stroking his chest. At this small gesture, you felt Zayne twitch slightly, and his arms tightened around your waist.
You were afraid that if this went on, it was very likely that your own doctor would break you in half.
— Z-zayne, not so hard… – you muttered, and gently pressed your hands against his chest, trying to push him away.
He tightened his arms even more, not answering. Breathing became difficult and panicked, you turned to him again.
— Zayne, please! – you squeaked, feeling his arms begin to loosen.
Exhaling a sigh of relief, you closed your eyes for a second, feeling him lift his head from your shoulder and meeting his eyes. Slowly, you did the same. When your eyes met his, you held your breath for a moment. You saw a glint of something strange in his pupils that you hadn't noticed before. What was it?
Your hands went up to his neck and touched his cool skin, gently pulling him to you, closing the distance between you. You could literally feel his breath on your lips, see him looking at you through half-closed eyelashes and his fingers roaming over your back, gently caressing it.
— Zayne… – your voice was soft and quiet. – You always take care of me, even when you're exhausted...
Your eyes closed and your lips touched his, merging in a gentle kiss. You could hear his deep and muffled moan coming from his throat. The feeling of warmth on your lips spread throughout your body. You felt his tongue brush over them, and without further ado, your lips opened, letting him in. Your tongues danced, intertwining and making wet sounds.
Zayne's arms tightened around your waist, causing a new wave of goosebumps to form on your skin and then you felt warmth spreading down your stomach.
When you broke the kiss, you looked into his eyes. They were no longer cold and prickly. They were now sparkling with desire. Looking down, you glanced at his lips, which were slightly parted.
Zayne exhaled loudly and pulled your lips into a kiss again. This time, more greedy and lustful. Now, he brazenly took possession of your mouth, exploring every inch of it, moving his tongue inexorably.
This made you breathless, your legs went soft, and sensing this, he picked you up, holding you by the waist. Instinctively, you clung to him with your arms and legs.
His lips left you alone only when your back was against the couch. Opening your eyes, you saw Zayne hovering overhead and slowly let go of him, running your fingers around his neck. Smiling, you kept your gaze on his eyes.
— I'm going to see Dr. Zayne more often and only him, – you said, getting comfortable.
You felt him between your legs, felt him trying not to press against you. Again, his muscles played on his face as he nodded silently in response to your words. You pulled him close again. Your lips merged once more in a kiss and you moaned softly as you felt his fingers slide under your shirt, touching your skin. His fingers trailed down his torso, noting how tense he was now.
Suddenly, Zayne pulls away from you and looks into your eyes, trying to breathe steadily.
— We should stop this now.
— But why? – without thinking, this question comes out of your mouth.
— You... You might regret it if we continue… – Zayne's voice was hoarse and quiet, enough to send a wave of shivers down your spine.
— No… – you whispered, your hips rising so that you could barely press against him.
Even so, you could feel the fabric of his pants stretching, not to mention how wet your own panties were.
Looking down at his neck, your face turned red.
— I won't regret it, because it's you... – seemingly ordinary words, but now they were the trigger for both of them.
— Are you sure? – Zayne asked, burning your neck with his hot breath.
— Yes, – you squeaked out, tilting your head to give him more room to move.
Zayne's lips softly touched your neck, and soon you felt his teeth close around it. You squeak and arch up, your fingers tightening around his shoulders.
— Zayne... please… – your eyes closed for a moment as you whimpered.
He immediately pulled away and his tongue ran over the bite, causing a new wave of trembling. Resting one hand on the couch, he reached under your shirt again with the other. His fingers confidently found their way up to your breasts and when they found what they were looking for, they forced your body to arch to meet them. His hand came over your tit and slowly squeezed it, teasingly.
The warmth in your lower abdomen became even more palpable and, shuddering once again, you felt your own juice flowing out of you. This made your face flush even more with shame.
Soon after, hearing Zayne's guttural moan, you feel him pull away from you. You open your eyes, which are clouded with desire, and watch as he deftly undoes the buttons on your shirt. His gaze is still serious and it makes you smile at the corner of your lips. Every time his fingers touched your skin, you arched your back.
You could see his reaction when his hands twitched slightly and the muscles in his face moved.
— Zayne… – you whispered, putting your hand on top of his and meeting his eyes, – I'm so happy you didn't let me run away.
His eyes widened for a moment, but after a second they narrowed again, boring into you with a hungry gaze.
— I'm also... very glad I didn't let you do that, – he undid the last button and, with your help, took off your shirt and threw it to the floor, ran his fingers down your neck, between your breasts, touching your bra and shaking his head, looked up at you.
Soon, your breathing became ragged again, and moans escaped your lips. Zayne removed your bra and sent it to the floor with your shirt, and then he pressed his lips to your neck again, going lower.
Sinking your fingers into his hair, your body arched as his fingers squeezed your nipple, which was already quite swollen, as he covered your skin with kisses, inch by inch.
When his fingers replaced his mouth, you tilted your head back, biting your lip and gripping his hair tighter.
— Too sensitive around here, aren't you? – Zayne's voice teased.
Your thoughts were already jumbled and you barely understood what he was saying. Your heart was pounding in your throat, and your body was shaking.
— Zayne, please... Ah, more… – you whispered, your body arching to meet him.
He didn't need to be told twice, so he eagerly sucked on your nipple, caressing it with the tip of his tongue. Feeling his hot lips, the way his saliva covered your swollen skin, you couldn't hold back your moans mixed with whimpers. Your hips moved unsuccessfully, trying to find the point of connection with Zayne.
— You need to wait a little longer, – he said, turning his attention to the other nipple. – Consider this your punishment for your behavior today.
With a pitiful groan, you looked at Zayne, at the way he was absorbing every inch of your sensitive area, the way his fingers caressed your saliva-soaked nipple, and the way he deliberately kept away from your pelvis, ignoring your efforts to rub against it.
— Ah, Zayne, I said I was sorry… – you groaned, your vision blurring and your body trembling with an overwhelming desire that ate you up from the inside out.
— You always apologize and then you disobey your doctor's orders again, – he replied, moving away from your nipple and kissing your skin, moving down to your stomach.
— Zayne. I swear, I will follow your every order! Honestly! – you felt his kisses on your skin and arched your back to meet him.
— I don't believe it, – he replied briefly, and then sat down and unzipped your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, watching the thin thread of your arousal stretching across the fabric, soon breaking.
— Are you already so wet from just kissing me? – Zayne said, watching as you squeezed your legs together, shielding your pussy from his gaze.
Zayne's hands went to your knees and in one motion, he forced you to spread your legs, making you squeal and feel dizzy.
— Are you so ashamed that you're trying to fight your desires? – his fingers moved between her lips, collecting the juices with their tips and brushing against her swollen clit, Zayne brought them to his lips, licking up your secretions.
Feeling his fingers down there, where you needed him, your eyes rolled back at that brief pleasure, causing you to moan. Breathing heavily, you watched as he licked his fingers steadily, tasting you.
— Zayne, please... Please have mercy on me, please… – you whimpered, raising your hips, looking at his face and then at his hands.
Watching your actions, Zayne parted his lips and moaned gutturally. His gaze, which had been eating you whole, now stopped between your legs. A vein appeared in his neck from how much you needed him, and swallowing hard, he looked up at you.
It made your body shudder. There was something strange about his gaze, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it because your thoughts were jumbled with growing desire.
Zayne's hands went around your waist and with one jerk, he pulled your body closer to him, making you squeak again.
With trembling hands, you touched his hands that were squeezing you and whispered again:
— Zayne... Please... Please do something to me... I need you so bad... Please…
Zayne didn't let you finish, leaning in for a greedy kiss before his free hand slipped between your bodies and rested on your sensitive nub. While his powerful tongue dominated your mouth, his fingers wandered between your lips, rubbing your secretions. When the fingertips came across your clit, your body arched and the moans that escaped your chest disappeared into a deep kiss.
Your breathing was getting harder and your head was spinning, but your arms were wrapped tightly around Zayne's neck, not wanting to let go. When he broke the kiss, the thoughts in your head finally turned to mush. The only thing you understood and wanted at that moment was Zayne. You needed him.
— Tell me what you want me to do to you, – his voice sounded hoarse above your ear, causing goosebumps, but you didn't hear him.
All your attention was focused on his fingers moving around your clit, deliberately avoiding the entrance. Zayne's light bite on your shoulder brought you to your senses and you looked up at him with a blurry gaze and moaned.
— Zayne...
— I want to hear your voice, speak, – his eyes looked at you as if you were a tasty morsel he was about to eat.
— You… – you wheezed, your berdas already rubbing against his fingers, wanting him to enter your hot womb.
— One more time, – he ordered, kissing your shoulder, letting out a strangled moan.
It was obvious that he was finding it increasingly difficult to control his erection, but it was not impossible. He wanted to make sure that his beloved patient would realize her mistakes and not disobey his orders anymore, and then he would give them both what they needed right now.
— Speak! – Zayne growled, clamping his teeth down on your nipple.
It made you cry out loud, arching and trembling.
— I want you! I want you so bad! So bad! I'll do anything you say, just please... Let me feel you inside me, please… – you begged, barely holding back tears at how Zayne was torturing you so heartlessly now.
— Should I believe your words? – Zayne asked as he slowly moved down your body, kissing your skin.
— Yes! I will! I promise! – the cry of need burst from your chest and with every kiss Zayne gave you, you flowed even more.
Your body moved to meet his lips. Removing his fingers, which had been slowly moving around your clit until then, Zayne looked up at you, crazy with desire.
— Don't forget this, princess, – with these words he plunged between your legs and his tongue confidently passed between your folds, licking your juices. As it rose to the top, the tip touched your clit, causing lightning to flash through your body. Your fingers sank back into his black hair, pressing against him.
— Fuck... Zayne, ahh... – you moaned as his lips gently wrapped around your clit, sucking on it.
The tip of his tongue caressed your pearl sensuously and tenderly, causing your legs to tremble. You could feel how eagerly he was pressing against you, how he was making eights.
The pleasure of his movements tightened in your lower abdomen. Zayne reached down and touched your clit with the tip of his nose and entered you with his tongue, feeling your heat inside. In an instant, he threw your legs over his shoulders and squeezed your hips tightly, penetrating you deeper and deeper each time.
In a symphony of your moans mixed with incoherent mumbling and ragged breathing, you gripped his hair tighter, leaning against him.
He shifted his position again, returning his lips to your clit and freeing one hand, his finger penetrated your womb, causing you to shiver again.
Immediately after he penetrated you, he added another finger, forcing you to arch up. Feeling his movements inside you, stretching you, his tongue diligently caressing your clit, you felt on the edge.
— Zayne! I.... I'm cuming soon! Mhh! – arching under his actions, feeling him accelerate inside, your eyes rolled with pleasure and you were almost cumming when he abruptly pulled away from you, pulling his fingers out.
Whimpering loudly, you wriggled against him, letting go of his hair.
— Zayne... Please, I want to cum! – you cried out, looking up at him, your eyes lustful and dark with desire.
— This is your punishment for disobedience, take it for granted, – he replied, and stood up from the couch while his hands began to quickly and impatiently pull off his clothes.
All you could do was watch as Zayne exposed his torso, then pulled down his pants and boxers. For a split second, as you focused your gaze, you noticed a wet spot on the fabric. Your breathing became faster as your gaze settled on his erect dick, with a swollen vein visible on the shaft.
Its size seemed to be too much for you, and you looked into his eyes with desire and fear at the same time.
Catching your gaze, Zayne closed his eyes and returned to the couch, nestled between your legs, giving you a kiss on the forehead.
— Don't worry, princess... I'll try to make the discomfort go away quickly… – as a doctor, he knew pain was inevitable, so he didn't lie to her face.
Your eyelashes fluttered as Zayne touched your forehead and a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt a hot cock touch your thigh.
— M–may I? – you asked hoarsely, looking up at him as his hand slipped between your bodies.
— I'd be happy to.. – Zayne whispered in your ear, leaning his elbows on the couch, feeling your fingers wrap around his cock and guide it into your womb.
He was doing his best not to enter you himself, patiently waiting for you to do so. Lowering yourself a little, you wrapped your legs around his waist and when the head touched your hole, you joined in sync. Feeling Zayne slowly push himself inside, plunging his head in, you both moaned.
— You're so tight, my God… – he moaned in your ear and after a few seconds of standing still, he continued to penetrate you.
— Ah! It's too big! – you screamed, your nails digging into his back, leaving new, red stripes among the many tightened scars.
— Bear with me, princess… – his brow furrowed at the pain he had caused you, but he was doing his best to make you get used to him as quickly as possible.
Feeling how tight it was inside of you and how you were shivering and sobbing while he was inside of you, Zayne lifted his head and looked into your eyes, filled with tears that were about to spill down your cheeks, his lips touched yours, giving you a gentle kiss.
Soon, Zayne started moving and the pain turned into pleasure with every friction of his cock against your walls.
— Do you feel better? – he asked as he penetrated you so deeply that his head hit your cervix, causing you to moan and arch your back.
— Y-yes... Zayne, please... Please... Move, please! – you wrapped your arms around him, wanting to press against him even harder, to absorb him inside you, to disintegrate with pleasure.
Listening to your whimpers, he groaned gutturally and you felt his full weight on you as he pinned you to the couch and pounded into you faster and faster each time. With each thrust, Zayne knocked the air out of your lungs, causing your eyes to roll back and forth with the pleasure he was giving you. The bodies, so tightly intertwined together, became sticky with sweat from their proximity.
The room was filled with moans, wet sounds of their bodies hitting each other, and incomprehensible mumbling.
— Zayne, Zayne, Zayne!!! – whispering in his ear, you felt that you were on the verge of pleasure and afraid that he would stop again before she came, her arms became tighter, which made it a little difficult for him to move, but it only made him more excited.
— You're ready to cum, aren't you? – Zayne whispered hotly into your ear and leaned one arm on the couch, his fingers in your hair and clenching the strands tightly in his fist, his tongue tracing your neck, where a vein stood out from the tension. – Cum for me, princess, I want to feel you squeeze me inside, as you cum, do it.
You could barely hear his words, absorbed in the sensations. His movements became stronger, rougher, and faster. The rhythm made your body arch, your muscles clench, and your eyes roll with orgasm.
— Fuck... Yeah, good girl, good girl… – Zayne cursed under his breath, keeping himself from coming from how hard you were squeezing his cock inside you. – But I don't want to stop there.
Without giving you a chance to catch your breath, he grabs your waist, keeping up his pace and sitting on the couch, sitting on top of you.
Your body is shaking too much. You don't know if it's from pleasure or from the coldness you feel from Zayne, because the ability to hold you left you a few minutes ago.
You fell onto his chest, hugging his neck as he squeezed your buttocks tightly, moving your hips with ease. From a new angle, the head of his cock was hitting your sensitive spot, and the way you were arching and pressing against him, you were rubbing your clit against him.
— Fuck, princess... I can't think straight when I'm fucking you like this… – Zayne growled as he lowered himself and began to move his hips, pinning you to him, moving his arm around your waist until his free hand grabbed your hair and yanked it back, forcing you to tilt your head back.
His lips found yours and covered them ruthlessly, as if he were trying to eat you all at once. His tongue moved brazenly in your mouth as you moaned in pleasure, trembling more and more each time. At some point, your body shook violently again and your muscles clenched, forcing Zayne to break the kiss and tilt his head back, clench his teeth, and continue at the same pace.
— Ah, yes, my good girl, good girl… – moaned Zayne, feeling you cumming on his cock again. – One more time, princess... I want you to cum again...
— Ugh… – a hoarse moan escaped your lips as his lips touched your sweaty shoulder.
Speechless, you couldn't say anything and only wrapped your arms around his neck again with trembling, weakened hands.
— You're still so damn tight, princess, – Zayn groaned softly, gripping your waist tighter, moving inside you even more actively than before.
With each stroke, each time, his head seemed to pierce your insides deeper and deeper. A bolt of pleasure suddenly shot through your body, and as you dug your nails into Zayne's shoulders, tears spilled from your eyes.
— Fuck, fuck, fuck! – Zayne moaned in your ear, holding your soft body against him, driving into you so fast that you didn't have the chance to take even the slightest breath. – I love you! More than anything! I love you! Fuck!
His voice mingled with your frantic heartbeat in your ears, with the squelching sounds, the sounds of impacts, and your own hoarse scream when you were able to breathe again. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your heart pounded frantically in your throat, and your body was so sensitive to orgasms that every slight movement Zayne made made your whole body shake.
You were both breathing heavily, clinging to each other. The hot semen that had spurted into your womb was slowly trickling down the shaft of your cock.
Being on the verge of consciousness, you pushed the tip of your nose into his neck with the last of your strength as everything in your eyes went dark.
Feeling you go limp in his arms, Zayne gently stroked your hair as he regained his own breath.
— Oh, princess... Why do you stir my heart so much? – he asked in the silence, closing his eyes for a moment and kissing your forehead.
Looking at your heated but calm face, at the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way you breathed, Zayne closed his eyes.
— I'll always be there for you, – Zayne said, wrapping his fingers around a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen onto your face, and gently picking you up, letting his cock slip out of you.
— And I'll always take care of you, – he kissed your forehead again and carried you to the bathroom to fulfill his promise to you.
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stephstars08 · 2 months
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Jealous
Austin Butler x Reader
Warnings: Long Intro (Sorry!), Angst, Mention of Jealous!Austin, Some Adult Language, Tension, Suspicion, Mention of Cheating, Fluff, and Possibly Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!)
Summary: Y/N is a photographer who takes pictures for movies and tv shows. Y/N and Austin met on the set of Elvis and became a couple right after the production of the movie wrapped up. They have been together ever since then and everything had been going great between them till Y/N hired a male assistant that causes fights between her and Austin due to his jealousy.
Word Count: 2,188
Author’s Note: Here is my first Austin Butler one shot for all of the Austin girls out there! I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you all think!
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Y/N is a photographer for celebrities who star in movies and tv shows. She’s worked on a couple small films that got released on streaming services. The biggest movie she has worked on so far in her career so far is Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis. Y/N took all the pictures of the cast and did all of the promotional photos for the movie. She even got to take pictures of the cast behind the scenes as well.
Y/N got along well with the whole cast and crew especially the star of the film, Austin Butler who played Elvis. Austin was the first actor Y/N met on set and they instantly connected. They were always around each other on and off the set. Since Y/N and Austin were staying in houses that weren’t that far away from each other they would take turns hanging out at each others residence.
As time went on everyone knew that Y/N and Austin were quickly falling for each other hard. But, as the production continued neither one took the big step which was ask the other person out on a date. The only thing that has happened between the two is just flirting.
As time went on Y/N really wanted to go to the next level with Austin but she was too shy and is never the type of girl to ask a hot guy out on a date. Y/N was always hoping that Austin would make the move but she also knew that right when Elvis started production he had just got out of a long term and serious relationship with someone else, so he was most likely not ready for another relationship.
As the production of Elvis was coming to an end, Y/N really thought that nothing was going to happen between her and Austin till the last day on set, Olivia the actress who played Pricilla in the film, convinced Y/N to just take a chance and just ask Austin out on a date. Olivia told her that it was going to be her and possibly last chance to do it. Y/N knew that Olivia was a hundred percent right, so she used all of the confidence she had and asked Austin out on a date and he said yes. Ever since that first date, Y/N and Austin have been together as a couple.
They live together in a condo that’s right on the beach in California. Even though their careers have made them have a long-distance relationship they were still unbreakable. Everything had been going perfect till just two months ago. Y/N had hired an assistant named Drake. Since Y/N was getting hired to do so many photoshoots she was having trouble doing everything on her own so that’s when she hired Drake.
In the beginning Austin had no problem with Y/N having a male assistant till he met Drake. Every-time Austin was around Drake would act super rude towards him. The only time Drake played nice with Austin was if Y/N was in the room. It drove Austin crazy. Austin also couldn’t help but get extra jealous when Drake would be spending so much time with Y/N because he hated the way Drake looked at Y/N and the way Drake acted around Y/N. It’s like Drake is being rude on purpose.
Austin feels like Drake is trying to push Austin out of the picture. However, when Austin would mention Drake’s behavior to Y/N she would just brush him off which always led to an argument between the couple.
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Y/N was peacefully sleeping when she got woken up by her alarm clock blaring. Y/N let out a soft sigh as she opened her eyes and snoozed the alarm. When she rolled over onto her back, she saw the other side of the king-sized bed empty. Flashbacks of her fight with Austin last night flashed through her mind.
This was the worst argument they have ever had. It was so bad and intense that Austin decided to sleep downstairs on the couch. Of course, it was another stupid argument about Drake. Y/N doesn’t understand why Austin gets so jealous. He is the only one she wants to be with. Austin always tells her that she is so oblivious to Drake’s actions.
Y/N could feel her eyes start to water due to the flashbacks, so she wiped the tears away from her eyes and got out of bed. She got changed into a fresh pair of clothes and went into the bathroom connected to the bedroom to brush her hair and teeth. She decided to put her hair up into a ponytail since the photoshoot she’s working on today is going to be outside and since she moves around a lot, she gets hot real fast. After she finished in the bathroom, she walked back into the bedroom to put on a pair of her comfy sneakers. She grabbed her phone off the charger and put it in her back pocket of her blue jeans. She grabbed her big bag that had her laptop and camera in and wrapped the bag’s strap around her shoulder.
Y/N walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. When Y/N walked into the living room she saw the pillow and blanket Austin used last night laying on one end of the couch. The blanket was placed on top of the pillow that was laying flat on the couch cushion. She knew that Austin had to be in the kitchen. Y/N took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen where Austin was sitting at the kitchen island drinking a cup of coffee.
Y/N immediately felt the tension between her and Austin right when she walked into the room. Y/N didn’t say anything to him as she walked over to the counter where the coffee machine was. She got out one of her traveling mugs from the cabinet and poured some coffee into the mug.
“Do you want me to fix you something quick to eat?” Austin asked breaking the tension that was floating in the air. “No.” Y/N answered not looking at him. “I’m just going to stop somewhere before I go to my office.” Y/N added as she put the lid on her cup.
“Listen Y/N about what happened last night I- “Austin started to say but she cut him off. “Austin, I have a big photoshoot today so if you want to continue last nights conversation you can wait till, I get home.” Y/N told him as she looked over at him with a stern look in her eyes. Austin just gave her a nod and took a sip of his coffee.
Y/N grabbed her keys off one of the hooks on the wall and walked out the door. She didn’t have the energy or motivation to say I love you or goodbye to Austin which did scare her. What if the next fight she gets in with him it’s so bad that they end up breaking up?
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Y/N just finished up her long photoshoot for an upcoming film and was packing up her equipment with the help of Drake. After they packed all of the equipment into Y/N’s car they got into the vehicle to go back to Y/N’s office. Y/N let Drake drive since she was so tired from the shoot. The whole car ride back to the office was quiet which concerned Drake since she actually hasn’t spoken much to him all day. Right when they got back to the office, they carried all the equipment inside.
“Are you okay?” Drake asked her with concern in his voice as Y/N was packing her laptop and camera back into her bag. “You’ve been really quiet today.” Drake added which made Y/N let out a sigh. “I just had a rough night last night.” Y/N told him looking over at him after she zipped up her bag. “Another fight with Austin I’m guessing.” Drake said which he got a nod from Y/N as the answer.
Drake is the person Y/N talks about all of the arguments she has with Austin. “This fight got so bad he slept on the couch.” Y/N told him.” Damn, sorry to hear that.” Drake said as he shook his head.
“I don’t know why he gets so jealous of the bond we have. He should know that I would never cheat on him.” Y/N said with nothing but frustration in her voice. It hurts her that Austin would ever think that she would cheat on him. Especially with how long they have been together. They have been through a lot together.
“Yeah, if anything it should be the other way around.” Drake said which quickly confused her. “What do you mean by that?” Y/N asked him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity in her voice. “If one of you was to cheat it would be him.” Drake told her which took her by surprise. “No, Austin would never cheat on me.” Y/N told him in a stern tone which made Drake let out a harsh laugh. “He’s an actor Y/N. Isn’t that what always happens. He could get casted in a movie with a pretty girl and end up cheating on you with the actress behind the scenes. It’s happened so many times throughout Hollywood.” Drake told her.
Hearing Drake say this about Austin wasn’t just taking her by surprise, but it was also pissing her off. “Get out!” Y/N hissed now taking him by surprise. “What?” Drake asked her in shock. “I’m not going to let you stand here and talk shit about Austin when you don’t even fucking know him like I do so get the hell out!” Y/N told him in a snappy tone. “You’re firing me?” Drake asked still in shock. “That’s what I mean when I say get out!” Y/N told him as she folded her arms over her chest. “Get your shit and leave! Last time I’m telling you!” Y/N told him in a warning tone. Drake grabbed all of his stuff and left.
Y/N let out a big sigh as she ran her hands down her face. She couldn’t believe what just happened between her and Drake. Now she knows that everything Austin was telling her about Drake was true. Y/N couldn’t help but feel bad, but she also knows she has to make it right as well.
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Y/N was driving home in her car. After what just happened with Drake she couldn’t wait to get home and see Austin. After firing Drake, she felt a weight that has been on her shoulders be lifted off.
Y/N parked her car right behind Austin’s vehicle that was parked in the driveway. She turned the car off and did a sigh of relief. She took off the seatbelt and grabbed her bag from the passenger seat. When she got out of her car, she locked the doors and put the strap of her bag around her shoulder. She closed the car door and walked through the door that led her inside and into the kitchen.
She noticed right away that the lights were dimmed and there were rose petals scattered all over the floor that was leading into the dinning room. Y/N took the strap of her bag off her shoulder and sat it down on the kitchen island counter. She followed the rose petals into the dinning room where Austin was. The table was all set for a romantic dinner. Austin had cooked her her favorite dish which made her heart feel all warm.
“Welcome home.” Austin said walking over to her. “What’s all this?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Not that I’m complaining.” Y/N added in quickly which made Austin laugh. “I wanted to apologize for all of the fighting and accusing you of picking Drake over me. I shouldn’t be taking my jealousy out on you. To be honest I shouldn’t even be jealous.” Austin told her. “Actually, I should be the one apologizing.” Y/N said which made Austin look at her with confusion.
“Drake was talking a lot of shit about you, so I fired him.” Y/N told him which took Austin by surprise. “You fired him for me?” Austin said in surprise. “I don’t want an assistant that is rude and talks shit about the best boyfriend in the whole world.” Y/N told him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in and connected her lips with his soft lips.
The kiss was full of love and and passion. Y/N felt her heart flutter in her chest when Austin put his hands on her hips. It’s been a while since Y/N and Austin have shared a kiss that was filled with so much passion. When they released from the kiss they stayed into each other’s embrace.
“I love you so much.” Y/N told him as she stared up into his memorizing green eyes. “I love you more.” Austin told her staring back into her gorgeous eyes.
They shared another sweet kiss and then sat down at the table together to eat the lovely meal Austin made for them.
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naofaun · 5 months
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It's normal to feel jealous. In friendships, relationships, whatever. Jealousy is a very normal, very human emotion and most likely, it's telling you that a need of yours isn't being met. But sometimes jealousy just shows up randomly and makes itself known for no reason. Maybe you have the happiest relationship possible and you still get jealous. Maybe all of your needs, and more, are being met. That's okay.
Never be ashamed of jealousy. Never be ashamed of anger or sadness or fear. These emotions are not “bad”, there is no such thing as bad emotions. You cannot be completely free of them, and they do not inherently mean you or the other person(s) is abusive.
Listen to what your mind is telling you. If you're jealous every single time your friend hangs out with someone that's not you; why? Are you scared of your friend liking the person more than you? Are you scared that you're not worthy of your friend's time and energy? Are you scared that maybe the other person secretly hates you and plans to turn your friend against you?
Whatever it is, its okay. Don't listen to people telling you that “non-abusers don't get jealous”. Because they do. It's just about how they handle the jealousy. If you listen to your body and figure out the underlying fear or insecurity, you're already doing way more than most.
Sometimes you can talk to your friend about that fear. Sometimes you can explain to them that you feel afraid when they hang out with other people because you're insecure. Do not ever make it out to be their problem, like something they should fix. They can understand and do their best to help you, but do not ever demand or even let them drop these friends for you. Unless the friends are genuinely awful people (which you should then have an entirely different conversation about), it is your friend's right to keep them as friends.
But maybe you can come to a compromise. Maybe when your friend is done hanging out with someone, they can tell you about what they did. Maybe instead of an obligation, its like a “oh my god I had so much fun and I want to tell someone about it” thing. They get to talk about how much fun they had to someone that cares, and you get to know that these other people didn't try to turn your friend against you, or whatever your fear may have been.
Anyway, my overall point is; jealousy is okay and normal. It usually covers some sort of insecurity or fear, like how anger can cover sadness or hurt. It doesn't matter how often you feel jealous - I'm a very very jealous person but I have coping mechanisms and ways to help me when I get jealous so that I don't hurt the person I'm jealous of. I will always suggest mental health assistance like therapy or medication if it's available, but sometimes, its more about the way you treat your feelings and the communication you have with your friends.
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Jealousy Prompts
"Maybe I am a little bit jealous. But who wouldn't be?"
“Does he not know that we’re together?”
"Please, go with them if you like them so much better."
“You’re naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”
“He shouldn’t go after other people’s girlfriends!”
“I’m not jealous, I’m being absolutely reasonable.”
“Have you even told him about me?”
"Jealous? Me? Pff. Never."
“I never would have thought I’d ever be jealous about that.”
“People are staring at us.” “Well, let’s make them jealous.”
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you. I like to see you smile more.”
“Hey, look at me. I’m yours and no one can change that.”
"Oh, so they are just a friend, right? That's what you're telling me?"
“I don’t like them all looking at you.”
“What would I be jealous about?”
"Maybe you should back off a little."
"I just want to have a good time, I don't need your jealousy all night."
"Why do you insist on flaunting him in my face?"
“I didn’t just imagine that!”
"Oh, you're so jealous. This is great to watch."
"This is your work place, leave the boyfriend at home next time."
"Why would I ever be jealous of someone like them?"
“He’s so obvious. It’s embarrassing.”
“Do you want to make me jealous?”
"I can't understand what you would see in them."
“Are you jealous?” “No, I’m not!” “Oh, you really are jealous! Wait, why would you be jealous?”
"Can you please stop being so jealous for one second?"
"I trust you, I just don't trust them."
"Jealousy is not a word I'm familiar with.
"Shut up, I'm not jealous!"
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slvtforfiction · 4 months
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Jealousy
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☆ Jealous Colby x Reader 🤭
☆ Secret situationship
☆ Kinda toxic ngl
☆ MATURE. (Suggestive)
☆ Short,sorry loves ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
☆ Masterlist
☆ A like,comment and reblog is always appreciated:)
☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)
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“Fuck Colby if he doesn’t want to show you off wear it.” Kat shrugged as I looked at myself in the mirror. My silky red dress,extremely short may I add.
“He’ll be mad though Kat.” I said as I stared at my figure in the mirror as Kat sighed,sitting in my bed watching me check myself out.
If I’m honest I would be jealous of myself,my boobs looked amazing in this dress,not to mention my ass.
“He won’t even show you off to his friends though! Show him what he’s missing!” Kat said happily.
We had already done our makeup and Kat was just waiting for me to agree with her because in the end,she was right.
“You know what you’re right.” I said confidently, “We ready to go then? Because girl you look hella good.” Kat said “Fuck yes let’s go.” I said smiling to myself.
I turned around from the mirror with a little spin as she cheered me on,I smiled to myself,I was never as confident as I was until I met Kat.
My red lipstick,white eyeliner and my straightened hair was beautiful,definitely have to wear this more often.
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“Sam!” Kat yelled as she walked in and immediately saw him,Colby looked over in our direction,biting his lip as he watched me strut over to grab myself a drink.
I smiled to myself,my plan clearly working. I mean it wasn’t my initial intention to make him jealous but it was definitely my plan now.
I bent down to grab a white claw from the mini fridge,my dress riding up my ass to show just enough skin. I mean enough to annoy Colby.
He shrugged and walked away and I smiled to myself as I walked over to Sam and Kat.
“Girl he’s pissed!” I shouted over the music, “Who?” Sam asked as me and Kat laughed at each other. “Colby.” I said matter of factly, “Why?” He asked again, “Because of what I’m wearing.” I laughed.
He nodded and walked away presumably going to find Colby. “Girl you should have seen his face!” I said laughing to myself as Kat grabbed a drink “Kind of sad I saw Sam now.” She said laughing light heartedly.
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I soon saw Colby walk down the stairs with Sam with no top on,I smiled,If that’s how he wants to play,I can play dirtier.
I downed a shot and walked over to some guy that had been eyeballing me since I got here.
“Hey.” He smirked as I walked over to me,I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes from his cockiness. “Do you wanna dance?” I said jumping straight to the chase.
This guy was a douche and I knew that from the other parties I had seen him at,he thought he could have any girl he wanted and it was infuriating and Colby knew that.
Me and Colby were nothing exclusive,we were only talking,so if he wants to act like I don’t exist in front of his friends maybe I can act like I don’t even know who Colby is.
I began grinding up on this guy as his hands rested on my rib cage, I immediately noticed his terrible hand placement and my mind began to drift back to Colby and how perfect his hand placement was.
I quickly snapped out of my thoughts as my arm was dragged away from him, “Dude what do you think your doing?!” He yelled over the music, “This is my girl,don’t fucking touch her.” I heard someone shout behind me,I looked behind me to see Colby.
He dragged me over to a corner where we weren’t easily seen, “What the fuck was that?” Colby roared.
“I was just having fun.” I shrugged and he didn’t like that answer,he pinned me into the corner and grabbed my hips,slightly harder than he usually would.
“Stand here and tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you alone,you won’t ever have to hear from me again.” He told me,I shook my head and quickly pulled him in for a kiss.
This kiss wasn’t lust filled,it wasn’t jealous. It was passionate and filled with genuine love. I smiled into the kiss before he pulled away.
“Y/n,be my girlfriend?” He asked and I quickly pulled him in for another kiss, “Ofcourse Colbs.” I said after pulling away.
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mochixkisses · 2 months
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jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous jealous. why them, and not me? i want to fucking rip my skin to shreds.
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chuuyaluvrs · 9 months
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“Chu-Chu!” || Jealous! Chuuya Nakahara x G/N Reader - Bungou Stray Dogs
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Warnings: Just some mild swearing (it’s literally chuuya), that’s pretty much it.
Chuuya grit his teeth as he watches you hug a plushie of him tightly, completely forgetting about his presence for the 5th time today. He already felt like ripping that stupid stuffed toy apart and throwing it out the window.
How dare that thing take his rightful place…? It should be HIM you’re hugging, not some damn plushie!
You were only sitting beside him with the Chuuya plushie held close to your chest, causing the actual Chuuya to narrow his blue eyes at the thing that was stealing your attention away from him.
You wouldn’t pay Chuuya any mind or attention the entire night due to your consistent coddling towards the plushie as you held it close to your chest.
“Goddammit, when are they going to throw that toy away already…?” He thought to himself with an almost envious scowl, glaring at the plushie in your arms.
Chuuya hated to admit it, but he was jealous...Jealous that stupid plushie of him you sewed got more attention from you than you give him him. You barely paid him any mind, only paying attention to the cute plushie instead, and it infuriated him.
The plushie even looked exactly like him. The orange hair, the grey tux, the fedora hat, the coat, it just looked more cotton-like and small.
Well...Small-er.
Chuuya remained quiet and took another sip of his cold drink. His gaze fixated on you until he finally clicked his tongue in frustration and slammed his drink down quite angrily.
“I'll tear that thing to shreds, maybe they'll finally acknowledge my damn existence..." He mumbled to himself with a scowl, voice low enough for you not to hear him.
Before you could even react, Chuuya abruptly snatched the plushie from your arms, glaring down at the thing that was slowly poisoning your mind.
You gasped, startled by the sudden snatch and spun your head towards the source, only to see your boyfriend holding the plushie in his grasp tightly, "Chu-Chu!" You cried dramatically, trying to grab it yet Chuuya held it far away for you not to touch it.
"Chu-Chu...?" Chuuya repeated in disbelief with a glare sent to you. He slowly raised his free hand, the other holding the plushie securely, and pointed it at you, then he started to speak up again in a harsh tone.
"You've got some nerve..." He began with a cold stare, "You don't even speak to me at all. But when it comes to this ugly piece of cotton, you're willing to yell it's name out loud?! Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!"
"It's not ugly, Chuuya! It's cute!" You gasped dramatically at your boyfriend, offended by his words as you continued to try and grab the plushie that just had a small, unwavering smile on it's face.
"It's hideous!"
"IT'S ADORABLE!"
Chuuya lowered down the hand holding the plushie, turning the other way while rubbing the bridge of his nose with an exhale leaving him.
"And what about me?" He then asked with a frown, turning to face you, "Am I not handsome? Do I not deserve your acknowledgment? Do you know how stupid it is when you give a goddamn toy more affection then you give me?"
You were clearly taken aback by his words as your brows furrowed and your hand dropped onto your lap.
"What are you—" You cut yourself off suddenly as a smirk slowly spread across your face, "Are you jealous...Of a plushie, Chuuya...?"
Chuuya stiffened at your words, a blush creeping on his cheeks, and he went silent for a moment before he looked back at you with narrowed eyes. He was thinking on whether to tell the truth or not, but he had already said too much.
"Yeah? So what?" He glared, holding the plushie in his lap with a firm grip, "You've been paying more attention to a sack of cotton more than you have been me! Of course I'm upset!" Despite how defensive he's being, he still looked pretty embarrassed and even tried to not make eye-contact with you.
You only laughed, throwing your head back against your chair, causing Chuuya to grumble.
“You're seriously jealous over Chu-Chu?” You snickered, trying to contain your laughter.
"Quit calling it Chu-Chu like it's a human being!" Chuuya demands, slamming his hands on the table, dropping Chu-Chu in the process to which you quickly caught with your foot and bounced it back up in your lap.
You finally stopped laughing, but your grin was still visible on your face as you fixed your position in your seat. You couldn’t believe this was the same Port Mafia executive who would kill someone heartlessly with cold blood, “Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll put Chu-Chu to the side, then we can cuddle and you can have all the affection you deserved!" You grinned wider and put Chu-Chu on the table in-front of the red lounge sofa, spreading your arms out for him to enter.
Chuuya narrowed his eyes skeptically as he stared at your open arms, he was still annoyed but you knew he couldn't say no either. He slowly approached you, not saying a word and he eventually sat on your lap and wrapped his arms around you.
"I don't know how I got such a ridiculous lover." He said as he buried his face on your shoulder, "You can be such an idiot sometimes...Yet, I can't stop loving you."
The fact he was calling you ridiculous despite getting jealous over a plushie, and was only calmed down by cuddles was pretty ironic, but you decided not to say anything.
"Yeah, yeah, I love you too..." You instead giggled, leaning your head against his and holding him closer. Chuuya smiled lightly against your shoulder at your words, a light blush spreading over his cheeks which you didn’t seem to notice.
The two stayed silent for awhile as they laid in each-other's arms peacefully before you suddenly broke it.
"Can Chu-Chu cuddle with us?” You asked sweetly, blinking your eyes in an innocent matter.
Chuuya was about to object, but sighed and glanced at the plushie for a moment before he looked back at you as if you were a child asking for a toy.
"Alright, the toy can join us," He said grumpily, "for now..." He added which came out as a mumble.
You grinned and reached over to grab Chu-Chu, placing him in between you and Chuuya before going back to cuddling with him.
After a few more minutes, Chuuya could hear your soft breathing and snores against his chest, and he took that as his chance to kick the plushie off the couch and away from them.
He held his leg up and swiftly kicked it directly where it’s face was located, causing the plushie to collapse on the ground with a soft thud!
A triumphant smirk spread across Chuuya’s face as he watched Chu-Chu lay flat on the ground like a starfish, the smile still on it’s face.
“Serves you right, little bastard…”
Live laugh love Chu-Chu, he does no wrong 🫶🫶 and I made this while my cat was laying in-between my legs, BUT HE WON’T MOVE AND I’LL FEEL TOO BAD IF I GET UP 😭😭
the chuuya plushie in question:
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saw this plushie on ebay and I immediately thought of making this
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frickingnerd · 3 months
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being in a love triangle with shoto todoroki and inasa yoarashi
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pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader x inasa yoarashi
tags: jealousy, rivalry, receiving gifts
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it's not a secret that inasa and shoto can't stand each other
inasa hated shoto ever since they first met, thinking he's nothing but an arrogant and cold asshole
meanwhile shoto never cared about inasa, until he started to spend time with you and tried to drive you away from him, which was when he started to detest inasa
neither of them can understand why you'd be friends with the other and they'll try to talk badly about each other at any given opportunity
inasa tells you how worried he is about your relationship with shoto and that he doesn't believe shoto is capable of loving or caring for someone and that he'll likely hurt you some day
meanwhile shoto tries to convince you that inasa is too immature to be in a relationship, since he's always bad mouthing him behind his back – and perhaps he'd do the same with you!
though none of that drives you away from the boys and you remain friends with both of them, much to the distaste of the two of them
whenever they come across each other – when inasa picks you up after school or such – they're always glaring at each other
after a while, the two of them give up on using words to convince you to give up the other and instead start using actions
shoto starts making you expensive gifts to win you over; flowers, chocolates and anything that your heart desires
inasa might not be able to buy you something more expensive, but he'll buy you more than shoto does!
shoto gets you a bouquet of flowers? inasa gets you two!
they always attempt to one up each other and you'll soon be drowning in gifts, until you finally pick one of the two boys and end their fighting…
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