#ladies kissing like why can’t we have a sexy fun time????

[puthyflapps]

Not them dying to bring Sarah back and absolutely hating their characters current plotlines 🫣🫢🤭

Carmen De La Pica Morales stans rise!

[alyakthedorklord]

Batman the Playboy

Justice League, not quite early days but before proper identity reveals, though everyone knows Batman knows theirs, bc he has Opinions™ and Constructive Criticisms™ on their secret-keeping.

The issue is brought up on random occasions. The most notable incident- the Justice League, including Batman, being Drunk for Bonding, and Batman, in a fit of paranoid good intentions because he CARES about these idiots, damnit, why must they be so careless, starts insulting them.

Batman, leaning heavily on the table: “GL, you’re a mess, I don’t even know where to start with you. And Arrow! Your goatee is so distinctive, it’s a wonder no one has called you out on it-“

Green Arrow, also drunk: “Alright, there’s no need to insult my awesome facial hair-”

Batman, in despair: “It’s so ugly.”

Green Arrow: (offended noises)

Green Lantern: “Okay, the only reason you know our secret identities is because you’re a rude nosy bastard who needs to know everything about us like a creepy stalker who needs an ego boost! We’re not stupid, Spooky, we’re just polite. We could figure you out easily if we wanted to. Superman can see right through your mask!”

Usually, Batman would have a good response to that. Something smart and reasonable like “villains won’t care for your privacy, I’m testing you,” or something cutting like “I don’t care enough about you to go digging, I set your secret identity as a training exercise for Robin.”

However, Batman is Drunk, because for some reason imbibing drugs that dampen higher brain function is socially acceptable and often, for some reason, expected, because it’s “team bonding” and “come on just loosen up a bit.” (Also for him, drunk=Brucie)

So what Batman ends up saying is: “I could kiss you full on the lips in my secret identity and you wouldn’t know a thing.”

Superman, plucking the glass from Batman’s hand: “Aaaand that is enough alcohol for you!”

Batman nods. Thank God. He wants to go home and sleep. But first: “Superman, yours is so stupid it’s almost impressive-”

———

Of course, Green Lantern has smelled a challenge. And Green Lantern must annoy Batman. It’s his true superpower. So, the next time they meet (sober) he brings up the issue again.

GL: “So about what you said at the party… the part where you could kiss us full on the lips without us knowing. You still confident in that without liquid courage, Spooky? Bet you your real name you can’t do it.”

Batman, regretting the fact that alcohol has ever passed his lips: “I could do it, but I will not.”

Flash, curious: “Why’s that?”

Batman: “Informed Consent. I will not risk making any of you feel violated, or manipulated, for the sake of a stupid bet and my ego.”

GA, still offended by the goatee comment, trying to back Batman into a corner: “So if we give consent, we’re fair game? Try me, Batman. Even you can’t pull this off. Anyone else game?”

Some of the Justice League laughs, raising their hands.

Flash: “Come get me, hot stuff! I’ll call you out!”

Wonder Woman: “It could be amusing.”

Martian Manhunter: “I would be far too difficult a target.”

Green Arrow: “Not just you. C’mon, Spooky, flirting well enough to get a kiss from me? I’m a classy lady.”

Black Canary: “D-class, maybe.”

Superman, wants a kiss in on the fun: 🙋🏻‍♂️

“So that’s it then!” Green Lantern says smugly. “Batman, if you can kiss… how many people raised their hands? Ah yes- HALF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, without anyone realizing it’s you, then you win.”

Batman scoffs and walks out, leaving the Justice League in stitches at their joke. Because- Batman? Being good enough at flirting to land a kiss on half the league, without it being forced or awkward, without them recognizing his body language, his voice, his build? How ridiculous!

The Batman is Autistic. The Batman does not understand jokes, especially not ones that are half truths. The Batman has consent, and something to prove.

And Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy, and sexy DILF, has targets.

(Please tell me how you think he gets each League member.)

Edit: there have been a bunch of awesome additions in the notes! My own take here.

[visionsofmagic]

✧˚ · . mk1 men with villain!reader [bubbles] ˚ · .

tomas, kuai liang, bi han, raiden, liu kang, johnny cage, kung lao, syzoth, shang tsung

—⭒ intro. dialogues, fluff, spicy, crush!mk1 men, crush!reader, pet names, hurt/comfort, flirting, power play, 's all? • came to my mind & I wanted to write but it's my first time to write this kind of work [intro. dialogues], so, take easy on me please. enjoy!

y/n: oh hi pretty boy! already missed me? tomas: what would I miss? you tried to rip my heart last time we met!

y/n: c’mon tomas, be a good boy for me and maybe I will let you come and take a look up close. tomas: I prefer not to get so close y/n. I don’t want to end up like the last time.

tomas: it's tragic to see you as an enemy of mine, y/n. I wish we met before all the bad things happened in your life. y/n: don't, tomas, don't give me hope of having someone who understands me truly.

kuai liang: don’t play with me, y/n. y/n: what would you do? burn me alive? well, that kinda sounds sexy.

y/n: well well, it's good to see my favorite boy. kuai liang: favorite boy to kiss or kill?

kuai liang: you should join me y/n. together we can protect the earthrealm. y/n: it’s a bit sad how you chose to protect it when you can simply - burn it to the ground.

bi han: you were so much more fearful in my dreams. y/n: you dreamt about me? oh, so cute!

y/n: c’mon ice boy, I bet you need someone to warm your bed. bi han: I take this as an invitation, y/n. are you so needy for me?

bi han: together we can reach the power we need. y/n: baby, I can’t decide which version of you is sexier; evil or good boy. so, I would say; both.

liu kang: don’t play with this timeline, y/n. keep still. be good for once. y/n: but where is the fun in that?!

liu kang: for what you have done, I should punish you. y/n: it sounds kind of hot when you say it like that fire god.

y/n: I bet you would look so good on your knees before me. liu kang: you always have a side that is hungry for power, aren't you, y/n?

raiden: I wish you were on our side, y/n. y/n: it’s not my way to be a gentle farmer boy. I like it rough.

y/n: oh, is that blush on your pretty face? raiden: don’t even start again!

raiden: liu kang says we once were lovers - in previous timelines. y/n: you sound excited raiden. it’s a matter of time before we become one in this too.

johnny cage: oh, where have you come from? hell? because you’re burning like one! y/n: after this fight, I will not be the only one who’s burning, cage.

y/n: no one can replace me, so, I can choose to play in your movie, johnny. johnny cage: really?! baby, you even deserve your own movie! with me, as your partner.

johnny cage: you have all villain types baby; power, rage, a bit of sexy energy. y/n: and you have everything to be thankful that I will go easy on you, star boy.

kung lao: you should be on our side, miss. y/n: it’s boring, but I can let you be on mine farmer boy.

y/n: I like your hat much more now. how about we make a good use of it? in bed. kung lao: oh, right? thank you for the - wait, what?!

kung lao: liu kang warned us about you; about how bloodthirsty you can be. y/n: you shouldn't worry too much cutie, I will be gentle with you.

y/n: can you really shape-shift into a human and a reptile? it’s fascinating! can I have a close look? syzoth: don't even think about it y/n. the last time's marks are still on my tail.

syzoth: why do you keep fighting with me? y/n: because I wanna see the beast inside you. it’s mesmerizing.

y/n: you should be my assistant instead of milena’s. we can have so much fun together. syzoth: a voice in me says that the fun you refer to is not what I think it is.

y/n: don’t think I am at your side shang tsung. it’s just business. shang tsung: such a shame my lady. we could have been a great couple.

shang tsung: I wonder what you looked like in previous timelines, darling. y/n: curiosity killed the cat, sorcerer. focus on me instead.

y/n: you know, I kinda like seeing you on your knees shang tsung. no one can even guess how pathetic you’re for me. shang tsung: I don’t care my love. satisfying you is my priority.

💛

[mechaknight-98]

Prey ft. Chuu (NSFW)

Author’s note: this is not my normal writing but this girl has been running circles in my brain all day and I hate it. Hopefully, this relieves some of that tension.

There’s nothing quite like the feeling of your cock sliding down an eager throat, but let’s not forget foreplay.

The bar you found yourself in after work was in three words lively, hip, and sexy the colors were like the people were bright and ready to let loose for the night. You sat at the bar finishing up a soju you had been nursing for a while as you wanted to pace yourself not make any hasty decisions tonight in pursuit of a good time. You were a little tipsy so with a bit of priming and prodding you could be persuaded into something reckless, and as if by magic in that moment, she appeared. Her pink bright hair soft eyes and cute smile were charming and (most importantly) disarming.

“Hi there. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before what’s your name.” The lady said to you.

“Oh, I’m y/n Kim.” You answer

“Oooh. I like that a nice strong name.” The girl flirts by touching your arm as she speaks. Her voice is cute and high pitched but there’s something off behind that honeyed tone she speaks in.

“Thanks. What’s your name,” You responded falling further and further into the spider’s web.

“Chuu.” She says with a smile before she does a biting heart hand sign. The name sets off alarms in your head but you don’t fully remember why. You remember a regular of the bar Zarpedon saying something about her but you couldn’t remember what it was.

“So how old are you Mr Kim?” Chuu asks you with bright eyes.

“Oh I’m *2 years older than Chua's current age*” you respond

“Oh, so you’re my Oppa?” Chuu says getting closer and closer. You can smell her perfume the scent overwhelmed your alcohol-addled mind. Chuu does her final move to obtain your heart and runs one dainty finger on your chest before saying “So oppa do you want to have some fun tonight?” Before kissing you. The kiss is short enough to leave you wanting more but long enough to leave you panting. Your head is dizzy and all you can think about is Chuu. You nod at Chuu’s question and race back to your place.

Before the door can even close Chuu is all over you kissing your neck, cheek, and lips. You break from a tense kiss for air, and you meet her gaze. She glares at you hungry gone is the cutie from the bar in her place a starving lioness who found you a helpless impala. She regains some composure putting on the cute look again. Your brain continues to fire off alarms. Something’s wrong, but you can’t figure it out. Before you can process Chu begins to strip and all reason goes out of your mind her sweater is the first thing to go and you notice she’s not wearing a bra. Chuu noticed your surprised look and said “I wanted to surprise you Oppa.” In her cute sing-song voice. It’s not long after she’s fully bare in front of you. You gawk for a few minutes processing before you hear

“Oppa it’s embarrassing being the only one naked. Caution again flees your mind as you begin to strip furiously to join her in undress. When you finish Chuu smiles as she looks at you “Oh Oppa is so BIG and it’s all for me,” she says seductively her voice lowering in pitch and tone you both walk to the couch where Chuu lowers herself bringing us back to where we started

The feeling when Chuu’s pouty lips part and your cock slides in is indescribable. Her throat is wet warm and welcoming. When Chuu bottoms out on you, she groans in ecstasy. You watch as her eyes roll into the back of her head before coming up for air. Her gaze is languid but also lustful. She smiles as she starts stroking your cock while staring at you. “Oppa I want you fuck me till I can’t walk anymore. Will you do that for me Oppa? I promise I’ll be a good girl. I promise I can take it. Chuu rasps her rational mind in pursuit of her basest desires. You groan before grabbing her cheeks and lifting her face to yours where you kiss again. Growing impatient Chuu begins to grind on your cock. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth as you both devour each other. You are now completely at Chuu’s mercy. As the two of you make out you can feel Chuu's pussy drip onto you. You groan and Chuu smiles.

“Put it in Oppa. Please put it in. Fuck me oppa.” Chuu pleads, and who are you to deny her? Your cock slides in her wet tight pussy as if it was made for her.

“Oh, Oppa you’re getting so deep. You fill me so well.” Chuu groans as she begins to bite your neck trying to release some of this tension in her body from the mind-breaking pleasure she feels. You begin to thrust into her and she begins to scream. Her body molds itself to you as you thrust.

“God Chuu you are so tight.” You gasp. Chuu smiles

“Fuck me oppa fuck your good girl” Chuu wails lost in her pleasure her petite but cute tits bounce mesmerizing you as does The rest of her body. How could someone so cute be so frisky you think to yourself but before long her body tenses and you feel her walls tighten even more as she yells “Oppa I’m cumming.” You keep thrusting into her regardless as you chase your high, but before you can join her Chuu stops

“Oppa give me a second.” She pleads. So you relent. Chuu smiles and just like that the sexy vixen is replaced by the cutesy girl at the bar from earlier. “Thanks, Oppa.” She says you still don’t have your cock buried deep in her cunt. Chuu pouts happily and says in her cute voice “So where will you fuck me next Oppa?” Chuu asks going back into her sexy raspy tone. You pick her up spurred on by her words and bend her over the sink before you’re thrusting into her velvety walls again. Chuu laughs as she teases “Oh Oppa is so strong.” She says with a smug grin as you thrust into her deeper and deeper but before you can reach your peak she stops you again. You groan

“Ahh you’re not being a good girl right now you say exacerbated

“But Oppa I want you to give me the biggest load possible.” Chuu whines. Unable to control yourself you grab the Petite girl and throw her to your bed where you begin pounding her. She smiles seeing you having lost all composure and control. You watch her as she screams you grab her tits as you pound the girl her smile grows with each thrust.

Having been on the edge long enough she watches you with the look of a lioness again before saying “Are you gonna cum Oppa?” you nod which sends her further down her third orgasm of the night “Cum with me Oppa.” Chuu screams as she tightens around your cock. Unable to fight back your release you begin to shoot rope after rope into her tight cunt it lasts for so long that you think that you'll never stop cumming in her but after a few minutes your release finally ends and you collapse next to Chuu who stares at you with that cute smile. “Was I a good girl Oppa?” she asks timidly. You nod and Chu nestles into you.

At some point, you fall asleep, but you wake up to see Chu with your cock Dow. Her throat again. Her eyes back to the lioness but you are no longer prey anymore. You growl at her a grab her face. Looks like it's going to be a long weekend.

[sammysficfactory]

AOT Men’s Favorite R&B/Soul Throwback Song pt.1

Eren, Armin, and Levi

(doing ony and connie separately bc i can’t find anything pink for them😔 i also wanna do the ladies but idk if yall gon be feeling that) pt.2 here

Eren Jeager

Soon As I Get Home by Faith Evans

idc what you say this fits him to a t

sexy but sweet yk?

he serenades you a lot but this is his favorite song to sing bother you with

No matter what, Eren always does his best to keep your relationship fun. Most of the time that just means he likes to bother you when you’re busy. You feel a familiar pair of arms wrap around you as you stir something over the stove.

“Go ‘head Eren. I don’t have time for your foolishness right now.” You give him an empty warning and he knows it, which is why he begins swaying you side to side.

“Come on, ma. You know this is our song. You can’t dance with me for like five minutes?” He begins trying to appeal to you by humming the melody in your ear and pressing his chest closer to your back. You roll your eyes playfully before turning the burner on low and turn in his arms to look up at him.

“You not gon’ bother me after this? You know I gotta hurry up and get this done.” You ask, swaying from side to side as the Faith Evans song played. Eren nods, planting a kiss on your cheek before nodding.

“I won’t bother you, I promise. Just let me dance with my beautiful girlfriend.” His mischievous tone makes him sound unconvincing but you move away from the stove anyway and oblige, dancing with him in your shared kitchen.

he truly is a pain

but that’s my man

and imma stick beside him ‼️

Armin Arlert

You Don’t Know My Name by Alicia Keys

i love this song so dearly

literally such a cute and romantic lil song

perfect for my min🤭

Armin’s hand is on your thigh as he drives to the grocery store when the telltale notes of a piano play through the speakers. Armin looks at you with bright eyes and affectionate smile.

“We should make this our song. You know, like when we old and stuff and the song plays and we dance in the living room.” Armin begins verbally painting a picture of what he wants your future with him to look like.

“That’s kinda corny to think about, but it’s cute.” You joke, watching Armin steal glances at you whenever he gets to a red light.

“It’s not corny, it’s nice. You just tryna be nonchalant right now that’s all.” Armin chuckles, gently squeezing your thigh as he drives. You suck your teeth at his accusation, knowing he was half right. It was corny, but the idea of growing old with Armin also sent a warm feeling through your heart.

long story short

armin is a hopeless romantic

and so am i

Levi Ackerman

Lovin’ You by Minnie Riperton

y’all know levi is an oldhead at heart (and irl)

and this song matches his romantic but refined tastes

it’s nice and calm, but the meaning is significant

The hot water and fluffy suds in the bathtub was a relaxing and welcome feeling after the stressful day you had to endure. It also helped that your handsome boyfriend was behind you in the bathtub, washing your back while humming a familiar. You turn around, smiling amusedly.

“What you know about Minnie Riperton?” Levi looks up at you as if you had taken him out of a trance before giving you a small sheepish smile.

“I know about Minnie Riperton, Y/N. It’s a good song, it reminds me of you a little too.” He chuckles, answering in his regular lovestruck tone before placing a small and soft kiss on your shoulder blade.

“You think so? I like the song but I didn’t think it reminded you of me.” Levi nods before you hum in acknowledgment and continue to let him help you relax.

definitely plays at your wedding if y’all ever have one

like in the mini story, he hums it whenever he helps you destress

he’s so husband

[justmeinadaze]

Miss (Part of I'm In Control) Steddie X You)

A/N: 😈

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie (with a spin this time), Pure smut <3

Word Count: 2353

“You’re such a whiner, you know that?”, Eddie chuckled as they used their key to open your front door. “We’re bringing over EMPTY boxes. You act like they are full already.”

“Ok, but why am I carrying everything?”, Steve complained as he set everything to the side. 

Sound caught their attention as they glanced at each other. “She’s not here, right?”

“I don’t think so. She said she would be working late.”

They quietly headed down the hallway, stopping just outside of your bedroom door, their mouths falling open at the sight before them. 

While they were at work, you went into to town to a specific store that caters to women who are more on the dominant side of the spectrum. You told them what you wanted to do and they were extremely patient as they helped you find something the guys would love. 

You remembered how that leather dress you had worn to Trisha Jameson’s party drove them wild so the ladies suggested a leather teddy that clung to body in all the right place especially in the front as it hugged your breasts together. The triangles on the leather panties covered your front and behind. Mesh stockings rode up your beautiful legs with a leather band at the top to accentuate your thighs and your hair flowed down over your shoulders just the way you knew they liked. 

A handheld camera was placed at the end of bed and attached to a tripod. You were so into what you were doing that you hadn’t even heard them come in, their frames in your doorway startling you as you turned your head. 

“Shit! You guys scared the hell out of me.”, you panted as you placed your hand on your chest. 

“W-what are you doing, baby girl?”, Steve stuttered. 

You couldn’t help but blush as their eyes continued to rake over your body. “I wanted to surprise you. I thought I’d…make a movie of my own but I can’t figure out how to work this stupid thing.”, you gesture towards the device as you sigh. 

“Do you…want some help?”, Eddie asked unable to take his eyes off you. 

“I…um…okay.”

“Honey, you’re wearing that outfit. You look like a fucking queen. You answer that question with more confidence.”

“Yes, Sir. I want some help.”

“Well first things first, princess, you have to turn the camera on.”, Eddie chuckles as you sigh again in embarrassment. 

“We didn’t device in my house. I barely know how to work my phone.”

He lifts the camera from its stand and faces it towards you as Steve spins you around to show you off. “Jesus, baby, you look so sexy. Oh!” He smacks the metalheads shoulder as he runs out of your room making you laugh as the other boy shakes his head. Quickly, he reappears with two chairs, placing one behind Eddie and the other next to it before taking your hands and guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. 

Smiling, he takes a seat and clears his throat as he crosses his legs. “Y/N, we’re glad to have you here at Steddie Studios.” Eddie rolls his eyes as you laugh harder, covering your mouth. “Have you ever worked on a film before?”

“Worked for them, yes. Have I been in front of camera before? No, Mr. Harrington, I have not.”

“What made you decide to do this today?”

“Well, I’m dating these guys, you see and I thought this would be a nice surprise for them.”, you smiled as your gaze shifted to the floor. “They tell me that sometimes I forget to value myself or know my worth and I thought this would be… a fun way to display that. Doing something I’ve never done before that kind of scares me. I did the same thing when it came to them and now, we’re about to move in together.”

Eddie’s fingers tilted your chin towards him as he leaned down to kiss your lips. Steve softly smiled in your direction as he winked. 

“What made you decide on this outfit?”

“Last time I wore something leather, I barely even made it into Trisha Jameson’s front door! I thought, maybe, you guys would like this.”

“Definitely a good choice.”, Eddie grinned down at you before taking a seat next to his friend. “What were you planning to do on this film here?”

A mischievous grin spread across your face making Steve’s head tilt to the side. “There’s actually something else about this outfit I haven’t shown you guys yet.” Leaning back on your hands, you seductively opened your legs exposing the crotchless section of the panties you were wearing. You bit your bottom lip as they both tried to contain their groans. 

You saw it almost immediately, that submissive look they had come to know within your eyes flashed through their own. This was new for you as well and you couldn’t hide your own moan at the sight. You loved having them take control of you but something about this kind of power was slightly euphoric. Were they even aware of what headspace they were in right now?

“Daddy? Sir? Did I break you two?”

“Huh? No, no, little one. We’re…we’re still with you.”, Steve answered in a strained voice. 

You reached between your legs, gliding your fingers through your folds. “It’s so odd. I don’t feel like a little miss right now. What did you call me earlier, Daddy? A queen?”

“Yes, baby. A queen. Our queen.” Gathering your slick, you began pressing circles into your clit. “Does…does that feel good?” You nod your head, your eyes never leaving his as he slowly slid down to his knees and started crawling to you. “Do you want some help?”

As soon as he was within range, your leg shot out to press your foot against his chest. “Daddy…I don’t remember telling you to leave your chair.”

Your eyes flicked to Eddie’s as you heard his breathing pick up. He still had the camera trained on you both but his free hand came down to adjust the growing bulge in his jeans. Watching them both struggle with that strong need to make you feel good and you knowing you were in control of that pleasure had you clenching around nothing. 

Even though they seemed to be ok currently in this particular mind set, you didn’t want to push them too hard or overstep your bounds. That first night you three were together, they checked on you every step of the way and made sure you were comfortable. You wanted to be able to do the same. 

With a tender smile, you dropped your foot to the floor and beckoned him to you. His chest nestled between your thighs as you offered him your fingers that were still coated with you. Steve hungerly sucked on them as your legs pulled him closer. 

You tugged at his shirt and he gladly tore it off, tossing it to the floor. His eyes met yours and you nodded in approval as his fingers dug into your hips and his face fell into your cunt. 

“Fuck, Daddy.” Your hands tangled in his hair as you held him to you. When Steve was turned on and amped up, he was extremely hard to control and in this instance you really didn’t care. His tongue was overwhelming you in the best possible as he devoured you like you were his last meal. 

“Sir, please…I need you.”

“You need me, sweetheart?” You nodded aggressively feeling yourself heading for that ledge as Eddie hastily rises to his feet and attaches the camera back to the tripod, making sure it was where it should be before practically jumping over Steve to get to you. “What do you need, baby? Tell me. Fuck, I’ll give you anything.”

You reach for his shirt, tugging his lips to yours as your eyes squeeze shut and you come hard on the others boy’s mouth. Your body shivers but he doesn’t release you, instead tightening his grip on your hips as he thrusts his tongue in and out of your entrance. 

“Off. Eddie…Off.” Is all you manage to get out as you pull at his jeans. He pushes them and his boxers down, kicking them to the side as you bring him closer to you, grabbing his cock and bringing him to your lips. His hand abruptly flew to the back of your head as you whimpered around him. 

“Yes, f-fuck, baby. Please…” With every vibration from your moans, his grunts would echo through the room. You whined as you pulled away, continuing to stroke him with your hand as you came again. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Daddy! Yellow…please.” You whimpered when he didn’t move and dominate Eddie almost instantly pushed through the submissive head space, pulling Steve’s hair as he tugged him away from you. 

“She said yellow. What do you do when our girl says yellow?”

“We…we…stop.”, he pants.

“That’s right. Even if she wasn’t in charge right now, we show her respect, right?

“Yes, we do. Fuck me. I’m sorry, Miss. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”, Steve repeated as he tenderly kissed your thighs. 

“You…can keep kissing me like that. That feels nice.”

The boy below continued to kiss along your legs as Eddie sat beside you and began to suck on your neck. Your fingers delicately reached up to brush his hair away from his face.

“I want you both.” Your eyes follow Steve as he stands and slides the camera to the side of the bed where you and Eddie were sitting. “Has there ever been anything on set you wanted to try with me? Something that just felt…so good?”

They glance at each other briefly before Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, making you giggle as he lifts you towards the pillows. As he lays flat, he adjusts you so your back is to him as you straddle his sides. 

“Spit, Miss.” You can hear his smile as he holds the base of his cock in front of you. After doing what he asks, he hisses as you stroke him with your palm. A bit forcefully, he slides you lower till your flush against him and he firmly holds you steady as he guides his cock into your ass. You moan as you roll your hips, Steve climbing on his knees towards you as Eddie grips your thighs open. His thumb presses into your clit causing your eyes to roll back as he slides into your throbbing cunt. They both thrust into you and you swear you see stars. Steve pushes your legs together and leans them over one of his shoulders while Eddie’s fingers glide into your outfit to play with your tits.

The noises that leave their lips are the most beautiful sounds you had ever head. Your hands reach for the headboard as white blinds your vision and you cum, trembling against them. 

“Jesus, fuck… baby!”, Steve shouted feeling you clench around him. You mewled as you looked up to see him drop a line of spit onto your sex, rubbing it into your nub with his fingers as they both pumped into you at a much faster pace. “Cum again, Miss. Please. Mmm—I need to…I need to feel you grip my cock like that again.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around to the front of your body, pinning your own to your sides as the bed shook underneath you. They both praised you and pleaded over your moans for you to cum again until you felt the coil break again and your tears began flow as you whimpered their names. 

“Fuck, honey. That was the sexiest fucking thing…I’ve…I’m…fuck… Can I cum, baby?” You were too weak to respond so you nodded at his request. Your head fell back limply against the other man’s shoulder as you turned to kiss his cheek. 

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum to, princess. May…I cum?”

As you gave your permission they released ropes of their seed inside of you, warming your insides at the same time. You whined as Steve lowered your legs and carefully pulled out of you, hastily heading to turn off the camera. Eddie rolled gradually on to his side while holding you, gripping your hips as he pulled his cock out as well. 

“Baby? Look at me. Are you okay?”, he whispers. 

“Tired.”

He chuckles as his hand roams your body, trying to find a way to get you out of your leather-bound ensemble. 

“Side.”, you mumble as you lift your arm. 

As he begins disrobing you, Steve returns from your kitchen with a rag and some water. “I assumed she wouldn’t want to take a shower.”

“I wish she would. The leather is sexy but, Y/N, your body is covered in sweat.”

You roll on your back as you light-heartedly squint your eyes. “Mr. Munson, are you telling me I’m gross?”

“Noooo…”, he cackles. “I’m telling you; you need to cool down.”

“Can-can we do the rag now and shower in a bit? My body is worn out and Steve hurt my hips!”, you pout. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, little one.”, his gentle eyes quickly glance over your skin. “Yeah, I got lost in you, baby. I wasn’t thinking.” His lips traced the red marks along your waist as he began to clean you. 

As soon as he finished you rolled onto your side, curling up into Eddie’s chest. “That was an interesting experience. Did…did I do good?”

The metalhead smiled at your little girl tone as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer to him. “Yeah, sweetheart. You did really good.”

“Did…you…feel…” Your voice began to trail off as your eyes got heavier. Steve jumped in behind you and you felt his finger move your damp hair away from your face. 

“Did we feel what?”

“Comfortable? I tried…not to…overwhelm…”

“No, Miss.”, he whispers. “We definitely felt comfortable. I think this is the best film we’ve done yet.”

“And no one gets to see it but us.”, Eddie followed before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

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Exes to lovers with smut

Toxic peter a little bit crashing a date maybe?

Sigh… I got carried away with toxic Peter, sighhh!

So smutty ex to lovers angst you shall get!

18+! No minors!

I’m like the emo fairy godmother :3 enjoy!

Cw: unprotected sexy time, toxic Peter and toxic reader, yelling.

“I have a date with Flash tonight” you chewed your salad as you spoke with your friends.

“You have a date with Flash Thompson?!” You jump slightly, hearing your ex's voice behind you.

“Yes. Do you know him, Peter?” You grit your teeth twisting slightly to see the grimace on his face, not gonna lie it made you feel great.

“Yeah, we went to high school together. He was my bully actually.” Peter stated point blank, you just smiled.

“Awe, well you guess we’re just kids. I’m sure he’s changed.” And with that, you turned back around to face your friends.

You should have taken everyone’s advice to heart when they said ‘don’t date your coworker’ because now Peter basically makes your life hell at the daily bugle. Okay, that was an exaggeration but he definitely made you uncomfortable when you could feel him staring daggers into your soul.

Well, now that you think about you, you technically did take it to heart. You and Peter only started dating once he turned up at your doorstep soaking wet with rain and blood, in his Spider-Man suit. You spent that night keeping him from dying, somehow that made both of you fall for each other. But What was most shocking for you (still is to this day) was finding out the only reason why you're not Jameson's top photographer is because of Peter’s selfies.

Your work friends' giggles knocked you out of your thoughts as you frowned at them with dismay you just simply rolled your eyes, checking your watch.

-

Perfume, check. Purse, check. Phone, check.

You looked in the mirror, cute outfit, check!

You squealed as you read the message Flash sent you, even if the date didn’t turn out at least you’ll get laid.

Flash: I’m outside, ready when you are

Me: alright I’m on my way down.

You let out a puff of air before closing and locking the door.

“Hi, Flash!” You open his door sliding into the seat, flashing an award-winning smile.

“Oh well hello, beautiful.” You giggle as Flash kisses your hand before pulling away from your apartment.

“Hey by any chance, do you know a Peter Parker?” You reapplied your lipstick in the car mirror as you spoke.

“Oh god! ‘‘Puny Parker?’ “ Flash snickered, you glare but you're sure he can’t see it. “Well that’s not very nice, is it?” You pouted.

“Dude, yeah we go way back! Ha, we like wrestling a lot y’know! All in good fun.” Flash grinned.

Yeah.. all in good fun sure, maybe you won’t get laid today.

“Hey, we’re here.” Flash hummed as you looked at the restaurant.

“I’m gonna park, can you go ahead and grab our table? It’s under my name.” Flash states as you hop out of the car.

“Got it you can count on me” you gave him a thumbs up as you walked into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Flash Thompson.”

You hum yourself as you wait for your table to be cleaned, “Outside okay?” Your server asks and you nod as she leads you to the front of the restaurant.

“Thanks for getting the table, now where are we?” Flash sat down in front of you, grabbing his menu.

“Oh we were-“

You felt a gust of wind as a blur of red and blue flashed in front of you, there was no fucking way.

“Whoa?! Is- tha?” You hear a random lady exclaim as you try to close your eyes as tight as you can, he didn’t did he?

“Dude-“ you felt Flash reach to shake your arm. “Spider-Man freakin’ here at the restaurant!” Your eyes open to see Flash's face flush with astonishment.

You turn to see Spider-Man look straight at you, you quickly turn back around, “Babe! Spider-Man comin’ towards us.” You cringe trying to slide deeper into your chair.

“Ma’am?” You hear Peter speak in that bogus voice he puts on for Spider-Man.

“Babe! Babe! He’s talkin’ to you-! Spider-Man is talking to you!” You watched as Flash bounced up in the chair like a child.

“Yeah, I know, Flash.” You groaned, turning to face the oh-so-loveable-Spider-Man. “What do you want, spidey?” You smiled with venom.

“Well, ma’am. I need your assistance with something that cannot be discussed here.” Peter's voice bites back just as hard.

“Well, no can do spidey! I’m on a date, see?” You motioned to Flash’s dumbfounded face.

“No! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!” You are seething as Flash turned to Spider-Man.

“Go ahead and take her Spider-Man! I don’t mind.” Flash boasted as you tried not to scream in anger.

“Thank you, kind citizen, I will not forget your sacrifice.” Spider-Man heroically replied as you rolled your eyes into hell.

Peter’s hands suddenly wrapped around your waist shooting a web leaving you screaming as you both flew in the air.

Peter leaned against the outside wall of your apartment as you unlocked the door. You let Nostalgia flow over you as you open your window next to your fire escape for Peter to crawl inside your room, he closes it behind himself.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Peter!” You screamed as he pulled his stupid-ass spider mask off his face.

“You are such a prick! What you just did was-was an abuse of power you know! You are so fucked up for that?! That was my first date in months, Peter!” You jammed your finger into his chest.

“You are such a-a toxic motherfucker you know that, Peter?!” You push him as that aggravating smirk showed on his perfect face.

“Are you done yet?” Peter chuckled, you pushed again.

“No! I’ll be done when I want to be done! You know what Peter Parker? I ha-“

Peter's lips pushed against yours in a searing kiss, his hands on your waist in a crushing grip.

His teeth graze your lip, asking for permission before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You pull away, trying to catch your breath.

“P-Pete- are you crazy?” You could feel yourself getting warm, you walked back attempting to put some distance between you two but failing, Peter was two steps closer with every step you took back.

“You can’t - just kiss me an-and expect me to just fall back into your arms again.” Your legs hit the back of your bed as Parker towered over you.

“Ya, I know that but I can try, can’t I?” Peter’s voice was low, it made you shiver with delight.

“You look pretty today, I mean you always look effortlessly pretty.” His thumb swiped over your lip, you bit him softly making him chuckle.

“I didn’t… intend on crashing your date btw, I just happened to be in the area. And I mean? My childhood bully? That’s a new low.” Peter’s hands rubbed your sides as he spoke.

You bit your lip, “Well, I didn’t know until today.” You let your hands run against the raised fabric of his suit.

“Yet you still went through with it?” Peter did a feigned pout, tapping his finger on your chin.

“Mm, partly because I wanted to get laid and also cus I wanted to irritate the shit outta you like you do to me every day at work.” You smirked.

“Oh well lucky you, you're about to get both wishes granted.” Peter hummed against your lips before capturing them again.

You let his hands explore your dress, his hand stroking the leg in the slit of your dress. “Can I?” His eyes search yours, those warm teddy bear eyes were now a dark void.

“Mm, yes. Zippers in the back.” You try not to giggle as he clumsily feels your back to pull your zipper, he steps back to watch your dress fall.

You watch as he goes slack-jawed as your fallen dress reveals your beautiful intricate lingerie.

It felt like if he touched you right now you’d burst into flames. You watched as his eyes traced the purple and blue flowers that dotted the dark purple bra.

“Matching pair?” Peter questioned.

You hummed in response.

“Barely even covers anything.” He scoffs.

You laugh, “Your turn bug boy” you shift your weight, as he pulls off the rest of his spidey suit.

“And you were gonna let Flash see this? Work of art?” Peter gritted out, throwing his pants somewhere in your room.

You scoff, “Yup.” Peter’s eyes were once again trained on you as he stalked closer again.

“He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.” His hands were placed once more on your hips, lips glided down your neck in soft kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, sighing softly in delight. It’s hard to admit, but you missed this, you missed him.

“Oh? And you do?” You teased as Peter came back up for air.

“No.. not really, but I want to.” Peter’s hands held your face softly. You mumble his name as he lays you down, “I missed this” Peter’s fingers picked at your bra straps as he spoke, you lift for him to unclamp your bra.

His hands trace your bare chest, “I missed you.” Peter’s eyes gazed at yours, sometimes it could make you feel so much without words, it overwhelmed you.

“I know..” you muttered, running your fingers through his hair.

His hands trailed down to your panties, toying with the waistband as you nod allowing him to slip into them.

Soft sighs fell from your lips as he draws soft circles on your clit. “You’re so wet, I’ve barely touched you.” Peter chuckled, you smiled “Old habits die hard?” You shrugged, you could feel Pete vibrate with laughter.

“Mm, won’t be able to make smart-ass remarks like that after I’m done with you. “ Peter’s tongue peaked out behind his teeth as he spoke, you felt rip your panties.

“Peter!

His fingers prodded your hole before pushing their way into your hole, you hissed as they entered.

Peter’s mouth latched onto your clit as his pace began to accelerate, your back arched in response,

little sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Say you need me.. say you want me.” Though he was far away from your ears his words were close, soft like cotton.

“Peter..”

“Say it and I’ll make you see stars.”

“Mmhn…” you couldn't muster the words, you knew what it would mean, what it would do to you, to him.

“Peter please-“ your hands grip his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more friction at last he pulls away making you whine.

“Please Peter, I was so close” you whined, “You suck! You know that?” Peter kissed your lips, muffled your frustrations.

You bit your lip as he pulled away, pulling his cock out from his boxers. You braced yourself as you felt him poke your entrance before he agonizingly thrust into you. You whimper his name, pushing down on his cock, trying to find some relief.

“Peter, f-faster! “ you feel your eyes getting cloudy as you pout.

“Come on say it..and I’ll let you cum.” Peter’s voice was steady, his kisses gentle, you hated it.

“You- mm- stop it! Stop..Peter you can’t just expect me to take you back! Just like that..” you wailed, Peter's eyes softened, “ I can’t handle it! I can’t handle you.”

“I love you, Peter. I love you too much, that’s why I broke it off. I can’t be with you.” Your tears leak out as you speak.

“Why?” Peter wipes your tears away.

“Why? I'm scared. I’ve never- I’ve never. Felt like this before it’s scary. You’re scary, especially your job spidey.” Your breath quickens as you search his eyes for answers.

“I know, but we’ll- we’ll get through it.” Peter's hands locked with yours, “together.” You sighed, he did it. He pulled you back in, and you let him.

“Okay. But now you have to hold up the end of your deal! Make me cum!” You stuck your tongue out, making Peter giggle.

“Your wish is my command.”

Your legs dug into his back as he clutched your hips

Forcing you to take all his length in one motion.

“Fuck!” Your screams fueled his erratic thrusts as he fucked you into the bed.

“God, you sound so good-“ Peter moaned, “You feel even better..” you let out a broken moan in return, letting your legs go limp allowing him to toy with your clit again.

“Oh-! God..Pe-Peter” Your nails raked his chest as pumped into you, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Stay with me, baby- almost there” Peter’s voice brings you back, you focus on him with hazy eyes.

“Mm, that’s it, focus on me. Just like that” Peter’s arrhythmic thrusts gain rhyme as his eyes drank yours in.

“P-ah!” You whimper as he brushes your g-spot.

“Shh, I g-gotcha.”

Your mouth was open, you could feel the drool slip down your cheek as you mewled.

“G-gon..cum..!” You sobbed, your back arching, you barely registered Peter’s ‘me too” before you were overwhelmed with sensations. Your body quivered as pussy throbbed as Peter kept fucking you through your high.

“Mmm- I’m! “ Peter groans as you throw your head back, his warm liquid crammed inside of you as he makes his final thrusts, collapsing on top of you.

You both take a minute to catch your breath.

Peter’s legs tangled in yours, “I’m sorry..” his hand brushed your face.

“For what? Crashing my date, making me your girlfriend..again. Or-“

“I was gonna say sorry for cumming in you but, yes I’m sorry for crashing your date.” Peter groaned, pausing for a moment ”But I’m not sure I can call the shots on the girlfriend thing.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “What?”

“You said ‘making me your girlfriend again.’ You broke up with me, so youuuu have to ask me to be your boyfriend.” Peter poked your nose, you try to bite his finger but those tricky spider senses made him pull back just in time.

“I am so not doing that.”

“Yes, yes you are!“

“Are not-!”

“Are to-!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“FINE!” You pouted. “Peter Parker.. willyoubemyboyfriend?”

“What?”

“Will.you.be.my.boy-frrieeend. Peter Parker.” You frowned, your cheeks felt hot.

“Mm, yes. I will. Try not to look so happy about it, haha.” Peter grins, planting a kiss on your lips.

Peter had truly won you over, again.

[eadanga]

The Blizzard

Kendra stood in the mirror admiring her red dress This looks amazing for the Christmas party She turns around when she hears Gabe’s voice

He walks into the room strengthening his tie “Babe are you ready for” He looks at her and his jaw drops

Kendra giggles “You were saying?”

“Holy shit” Gabe walks up to her and takes her hand “Turn around for me” Kendra turns around and Gabe whistles “You look absolutely gorgeous”

“I knew you’ll like it”

“I fucking love it” He wraps his arms around her waist whispering in her ear “Now I don’t even want to go the party why don’t we have our own party right here”

Kendra sighs with pleasure as he kisses her neck “Gabe we’re gonna be late”

“That’s fine” His hands grabs her breasts “And it’ll be your fault”

“Mine?”

“You shouldn’t be wearing something this sexy if you don’t want me to ravish you”

Kendra laughs “Ok can we compromise? How about we go then afterward we can have fun”

“I see your point counsellor and I accept these terms” He kisses her cheek before pulling away “Now let’s get our coats”

They walk into the living room and Kendra walks over to the window “Gabe?”

“Yes?”

“Should we even be going?”

Gabe returns from the closet with their coats “What do you mean?”

“Just look at this weather it look pretty bad out there"

Gabe looks out the window and sees the snow falling down heavily “Well I checked the weather they only said a couple of inches and it should stop by this evening” He hands her a coat “Now we should”

Suddenly the lights go out and everything goes black

“Gabe what happened to the power?”

“I don’t know hold on” He pulls out his phone and turns on his phone flashlight “Come on sit down” He guides her to the couch

“Thanks but your phone won’t last long”

“I know but I can still use it to check the weather report” He scrolls through his phone and frowns “Damn”

“What does it say?”

“There’s a huge blizzard that’s bringing 3 ft of snow and heavy winds everyone is advised to stay indoors till tomorrow”

“Well we can’t go to the party now” Kendra sighs “But what are we going to do without power and heat”

“I have some candles and blankets let me go find them”

“I’m coming with you”

“No Kendra it’s best that you stay here I don’t want you to fall or anything”

“But it’s creepy without the lights on haven’t you seen horror movies?”

Gabe chuckles “Kendra those are movies no one is gonna pop out and grab you”

Kendra stands “The fact that you just said that makes me not want to stay here”

Gabe laughs “Ok hold on to me and watch your step” Kendra squeezes his arm as she slowly follows him to the bedroom she sits on the bed as Gabe looks through the closet he grins “Fnd the box with the candles and blankets now we can” He trails off as he sees her taking off her dress he smirks “Kendra this is not a time for you to be teasing me”

“Have some control you horny mess!” She tosses a pillow at him which Gabe dodges as he laughs “I’m changing my clothes I’m not going to be sitting all night in this dress” She grabs her pjs of the bed

 “That’s a great idea baby” Gabe quickly takes off his clothes and puts on his pjs

They head back to the living room and Gabe lights a few candles “There to give us some light want some hot chocolate baby?”

“That sounds awesome” Gabe makes two cups of hot chocolate and hands one to her Kendra takes a sip and smiles “This is good Gabe”

“Thank you my mom taught me how to make it” He moves closer to her wrapping arm around her waist “I love this very romantic” He kisses her cheek “Hope the storm doesn’t end”

Kendra smiles “I love this too and you know this is a good time to give you your Christmas present”

“Yes I’ve got something for you too” Gabe heads to the tree and gets the two gifts underneath it “For you beautiful”

Kendra smiles as she takes the gift and Gabe sits down “So who’s gonna open first”

Gabe smiles “Ladies first”

Kendra quickly unwraps her gift and opens the small box and sees the silver bracelet “Gabe…”

“Like it?”

“I love it this is beautiful”

“Look at what’s engraved”

Kendra turns the bracelet around and reads the inscription

Merry Christmas Kendra I love you so much

Kendra feels tears welling in her eyes “I love you too Gabe thank you” She kisses him softly “Now open your gift”

Gabe smiles as he opens his gift and sees a brand new laptop “Is this mine?”

Kendra giggles “Who else would it be for Gabe?” She touches his hand “You always said your computer runs out of storage this is a 1TB laptop”

“1TB? That’s a lot of storage I didn’t have time to go get another one but you went and got it” He grins as he pulls her in for a kiss “Thank you baby this is amazing”

“So are you”

“I got to say this blizzard isn’t so bad I’ve got a beautiful sexy girl here with me”

Kendra smiles “Merry Christmas Gabe I love you”

“I love you too Merry Christmas”

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[sinbury]

I’m relieved to hear you’re doing better!! I’m really sorry it took me a while to get to you life has really been beating me down lately and it made me nonverbal, I have thought of you though, how have you been?

I’m sorry, how’ve you been with that? I’ll never understand your loss but I do understand your bond, I have an older sibling and she means a lot to me. It’s funny huh they know how to tick you off but at the end of the day your each other’s missing piece.

Ohh okay good questions!! I do have a cat. I’ll show you pictures when I reveal myself but she’s a grey tabby!! I adore her and found her in the streets lol I have an older sister aaand my favorite hobby is crochet it gives my hands something to do yanno? I get pretty antsy so that helps. I wanna learn bass or maybe drums in the future (I heard the ladies love a girl who plays an instrument and I need something—anything to impress lol) jk I love the sound them 😊 okay, I’ll keep this short buuut I love villains because how misunderstood they are, most of them are woman and our feelings are belittled even in the media. It’s always “they’re crazy” or “you can’t excuse their behaviors because of their trauma” failing to realize that not everyone comes out of trauma as a soft uwu. Trauma isn’t pretty. And most men are forgiven by the public even after making terrible decisions. Some actions become a defensive mechanism and we just want what we deserve. People fail to see that with woman. Men get to feel rage and destruction and literally nobody bats an eye, that behavior is so normalized god forbid woman feel that same intensity of rage and selfishness without the public making entire studies about their behavior. I think 2 of my favorites that I can think of at the top of my head are Catra from shera and Jinx from Arcane. Maybe I’m bias? Now your turn, hobbies? What tv show are you currently watching? Fave season? - Red ❤️

thanks for responding!! i was starting to get worried abt u hehe xx im sorry to hear lifes been hard enough to make you nonverbal :( i dont know what thats like specifically but i know it must fucking suck. i hope u feel better soon and im sending u love 💕

grief sucks ass but its always nice to hear about other peoples siblings!! makes me feel a little bit closer to my brother sometimes :)

i am SO excited to see ur kitty!!! i love that u enjoy crochet bc i have dabbled in it myself and omg its tedious!! kudos for having that patience lmao. i def recommend learning bass too bc my brother was teaching me for a while and its SO FUN !!!!!! 1000/10 makes u feel like a sex god

i like your breakdown of villains in media too, thats always why ive been drawn to them too! especially hot sexy women who do unspeakable acts theres just something so good and cathartic about seeing that 😍😍😍 i havent seen all of she-ra or arcane but i do LOVE jinx from what little i know of her!!! probably due to my harley quinn obsession when i was in high school lmaooo

my pretty much only hobby is art. i just say art as a broad term bc i tend to skip around mediums forever and ever hehe i love all kinds of art!! im not currently watching anything new but one of my fav series is an old detective drama called Life bc the symbolism and the writing is just SO chefs kiss that ive seen it approximately 274818858 times!!! it only has 2 seasons and both are so beautiful in different ways :)

i realize now that i dont even know your pronouns smh!! tell me more abt u!!!! i need all the juicey deets >:3

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Thirty Five.

Pushing down the towel I have put over my things in the suitcase as Rylee walked into my room “still packing?” she asked, I am trying to pack my sexy stuff and the kids are forever walking in “yeah, I am only going away with auntie, just to take my mind off things but I beg you please do not do shit, I mean it. I don’t want to come home and know my house has been turned upside down” I swear I will just book my myself into an asylum, I can’t do it again “I won’t mom” Jah kissed his teeth “you girls love to give mom hell, Tianna included. Don’t ruin this for her” Jah is not happy, and I am glad he is saying that “I wasn’t the one that did that” she said “you also let it happen and Melo does not enter this house while I am away, I mean it. Nobody does, I swear to you. And Tianna” she walked back out of the room quick “come here now” I said “again?” she said “you keep telling us mom, oh please stop” she pleaded “no! I won’t please stop for you, when I left last time I came back and all hell broke loose, I don’t want it! I swear to you, you girls will hear me until I am blue in the face! Nobody in this house! You sneak anything in this house I will know, and I will be watching the cameras this time” looking at them both “ok” Tianna breathed out “thank you, school and then home. And Rylee, while I am not in this house no Melo, now go. Close the door too, I will be saying all of this again” I know they are tired of me saying the same thing, but they hurt me, Rylee and Tianna both walked off deflated, but I had such a good trip and they ruined it. The door banged shut “all I heard was if you ruin my mood after my dick appointment I am going to kill you both” I sniggered “shut up, but they did. I had such a good time Jah, and they did that, but I will trust them. I have no choice but to try and let them make it up to me for that time, Rylee knows, and Tianna does too” I huffed out “anyways back to the sexy stuff” Jah cackled “so do you know where he is taking you?” shaking my head “he never said, he just said that I need to be ready” I am excited “least you are getting the birthday you deserve bae” I smirked “about time” I huffed out.

My kids think I am going away with auntie Noella, I said it to her anyways if Rylee wants to be nosey about it but I said to Chris to not make it a week, I think it’s too long for the kids and just for it to be a few days and he agreed so I will see him on the jet “mom please don’t say it again, please” Tianna pleaded with me “then don’t disappoint, I swear to you both” Rylee rolled her eyes “and no Melo, I got it mom please” Rylee hugged me, more like she wants to strangle me “just have fun and yeah” have fun she says “thank you, please be good for Amerie, she deserves help too! I mean it” Tianna and Rylee both want me to go now “have fun mom” Tianna hugged me “thank you, but now I feel like you want to get rid of me” they both groaned out which made me laugh “Imani, my little angel. I have no issues, you just be you” Imani smiled “thank you mom” hugging her close “I want to go to Disney after mommy, please” I cooed out “we will, your brothers. Raihan is asleep and Junior he is at practice so please give them my love, Raihan may be upset when he wakes up. Rylee you are the eldest until Amerie comes back, be good. I love you all” I said turning away “exactly ladies! Be good now, come pensioner” Jah joked “shut up” I smacked him, making me out I am getting too old, maybe I am but not just yet “bye mom” they all said in unison.

I smiled clapping my hands seeing Chris “look at you all happy” hugging him tight “oh I am so happy Chris; this is just what I want. I want you” squeezing his neck a little tighter “I want you too twin” I sighed out, moving back from the hug “this is going to be the best birthday for me, the kids are like why are you leaving mom, what about us. We will spoil you” Chris laughed “they are lying, did Imani tell you she wants to go to Disney?” nodding my head “she did, I said I will take her eventually, once I get back but how do you know?” Chris sat down, sitting across from him on the jet “she told me, I then said ask mom” he chuckled “Oh you ass, of course you did. No wonder she asked me, but I will take her, she is my baby but the kids were questioning me, I just told them that Noella is taking me away but I will be back. Few days away is ok” Chris cringed “oh god the girls wanted me out, all I kept saying to them, is if you bring anyone in this house, I will murder you. I kept reminding them both. I think they got sick of me but after what happened last time. I mean they ruined a lot for me, for us. They strained what already was strained so yeah, I am reluctant in leaving them a week, a few days is ok but no a week you know” Chris nodded his head “yeah I agree” he is quiet “what is wrong?” I asked “just tired, but then I don’t switch off. Maxwell has given me sleeping tablets, I think it’s just a lot of things on my mind, but I am fine” shaking my head “I am going to put you to sleep this trip” he grinned “sex then” I shrugged “where are we going by the way?” looking around me, usually the screen have it on “secret, sorry. You will have to wait until we get there” letting out an oh “I like that” I breathed out, I am excited.

I am trying to work out where we are going “I feel like we are over Mexico, I know Mexico well” Chris held my hand “stop it, just let it be a surprise. I was thinking where and I was like she hasn’t been here so yeah. I just want to make up for the things I took for granted, like birthdays. Even valentines day, I feel like you become so complacent, you just think they are there who cares but it means well, but yeah, this is a sorry trip too” he laughed “don’t be, we move forward properly, no looking back” he put his head down “why can’t you sleep, what has happened? Like I get you slept late at times but now you just don’t do it?” I am concerned for him “because it’s hard to know what I got too, it’s ok that yes I have accepted what I have got, I am ok with it but it’s hard too. When I just see things and look at things. And I hate it Robyn, I don’t like it. I feel like it’s hard to contain what I have when I want to lash out and thinking back at the things I have always blanked out with the hings I do, I just do it. It’s hard, and it always will be. I treated you wrong too, I at times think back on the things I did to you, like I am shocked I never harmed you in rage. Like thinking on these things, I think about it, I talk about it to Maxwell, it scares me. I said to him that if I sleep I will wake up with a new personality, I said it as a joke, and he said you right” poking my lips out “were you scared of me? Like at times” sighing out “at times, I had moments where I was more scared for the people around us because I felt I couldn’t stop you. You did listen and calming you down and talking to you, you heard me, and you did but at times I didn’t succeed, I feel you got worse, and I just felt you hated me and that was why” I don’t want him to talk about it but I know he has too “sorry for bringing it up” shaking my head “no, this is what we do. We need to speak on it, it’s fine. I just want you to be at peace Chris, and I really want to say you are doing such a good job, I see it” he smiled at me.

I am stunned, I have travelled all over the world, I have but I have never been to this airport “have you made this up?” I asked, the jet is taxing around the airport “made this up?” Chris laughed “how the hell can I make up a airport? Shut up” least I made him smile, I am being dead “twin, we are in Guatemala” letting out an oh “wow, really? I have never thought of coming here, what? How come?” I asked, “thought we would do some hiking” my face dropped “somewhat?” is he serious “hiking” he repeated “hike where? Are you serious?” I asked, “a volcano?” blinking at him several times “volcano? Erm” I know damn well he is lying “oh you being serious” I said, “I mean why not?” I huffed out “walking? I bought heels Chris” he let out an oh “oh you was serious about the walk too, Chris. Why didn’t you tell me” he laughed “well we can see the Mayan ruins” he doesn’t understand “I just bought heels, to wear around the pretty place you taking me and whore around” I am being dead ass too “you can wear my sneakers?” he offered “on my head? Have you seen the size of your feet” he poked his lips out “I just thought, lot of culture here and it’s like you been everywhere. I am sorry” he apologised “no, oh my god. Don’t say that, I am not upset with you. I am just shocked” I don’t know why I am, let me stop “I guess we got to get to know each other again, don’t we?” he breathed out “I guess” I think I upset him “Chris I am not upset with you, I just didn’t get any shoes that I can walk in” Chris looked at his phone “I will sort it out, if I do. Will you walk with me?” nodding my head “yeah” I need to get to know this changed Chris really.

I am very impressed with this place actually “this is beautiful” I said “our most romantic room, you see the sunrise and sunset from the deck of your own room” I can imagine the sunsetting and seeing it from our bed “amazing, thank you” the butler is sweet “you need anything, please press the button and I will be right over” nodding my head, looking over at Chris. He is on the phone, he is trying to get me sneakers and now I feel bad because he is trying his best “ok, I will find it. Thanks” he disconnected the call “there is a mall, I can go over there and get you something to wear” nodding my head “not on your own, and also we can pay the hotel to do it. Are you annoyed with me? Look Chris, since you have been getting help you have changed and I need to get to know that side of you, don’t you think?” I said but I think I annoyed him “I am not mad at you, I just don’t want you to feel I am not the man you got with, I think you are used to me being a dickhead” I chuckled “it’s different, but I love you. I just was being me; I like it here though. I see the vision, I am also lazy but if you get the hotel staff to get the sneaker I will be more then happy to go walking, a few steps” I know he thinks all I want is just sex now “a few steps” he laughed “I am so annoying” I laughed to myself “no, my daughters are right I am annoying” Chris shook his head “it’s me more then anything, I am not being me. And it’s because I have something on my mind” crossing my arms across my chest “and what is that?” he is blaming himself and I am blaming me “I just want you away from Jay Z, it’s annoying me a lot, but I am fine. Like I just need to probably sleep but yeah, you think I should have the sleeping tablets?” for my own selfish reasons I will say “no” I said “I feel I have let you down by actually bringing you here, I should have taken you to the usual, I wanted to be different. Explore, you know” I have pissed him off “Chris” I laughed “listen to me, this is fine. I am being annoying for no reason, I just want to spend time with you, please stop doubting yourself” I need to stop being annoying.

I did a little run across the road from my house “my mom said not in the house but outside!” I yelped out hugging Melo “why is the security so dense here?” I shrugged “they are forever mad at life” Melo pointed, looking behind me “oh Raihan, what do you want” I didn’t know he was following me “mommy” holding his hand scoffing “I need to be good; I will ask my mom about me meeting your family, sorry. I know I should have a while ago” he shrugged “I am not bothered, just my dad said I am being side tracked, I am not concentrating on training, I am into this girl. Just annoying, can I use the court here?” nodding my head “sure you can, Raihan. You want to play with Melo” I asked him ”go on” letting his hand go, Raihan ran after Melo. Unlocking my phone as my Instagram opened up, looking at the picture oh this is me as a child “Cameron” I said looking up from my phone, oh my god this is Cameron, I do remember him.

Rylee: OMG!!! I remember u!! Cameron? What, you look so different, oh wow. How are u!?

This is crazy, he messaged me a while ago I just so happened to check my hidden messages and he firstly sent a picture of my dad and him, but he was a baby and I didn’t get it but now I do, I know him. I am so shocked he has contacted me “play nice to baby brother!” I spat, he playing like he is playing for the NBA, looking down as he messaged me back.

Cameron: Yeah that is me and I am well now I am speaking to you

Rylee: Lol I am shocked! The last I heard that your dad isn’t a good person

Cameron: He is in jail

Rylee: Oh….. I am sorry

I gasped as the basketball hit into me “the hell you doing on the phone that deep, I was shouting you” he was “oh, I just reconnected with an old friend” I said “this was literally my dad’ godson I think anyways, but his dad and my dad fell out. That is all” turning my phone to Melo “and what does he want” Melo’ eyebrows knitted together “I know him, well not personally. He’s being headhunted, he is a good player” letting out an oh “I think he is getting scholarship, or has got one at UCLA, I am not sure though” he knows more then me “another basketball player” I smiled “hey!” Melo spat “I am joking, nobody will take your spot” hugging him, I am super happy with Melo, that is all I care about, and he is loved by my family too.

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FemLit 0026 - Teaching me Denial

FemLit 0026 - Teaching me Denial

Before I went to sleep I texted Lindsey and said, “I can’t believe you’re my freaking girlfriend. I had a great time tonight! Sleep well and I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” She went back a sweet text about how she had so much fun and that I’m so great.

Over the next couple of days I planned our next date. I was going to cook for her (I’m pretty good) and I was going to wine her, dine her, and fuck that amazing pussy. It was all I could think about. Especially since I had heard Derrick and her other fwb had been fucking her for months.

Of course we’d been texting quite a bit and were flirting hardcore. I didn’t want to push her too much but I wanted to try and be more aggressive because there had to be a reason she hasn’t fucked me yet but fucked the other guys. I also thought it was kinda intense she’d told me that. Like she was trying to make me jealous and I wasn’t sure why, but I was so turned on by that.

I made sure to jack off before she came over so I could be relaxed. It didn’t work. She got there and was wearing a short, tight black skirt with a gold zipper up the entire left side. Her shirt was white and fit her tight. It had short little sleeves and of course her dark brown hair cascaded down her back. She greeted me with a kiss and I didn’t notice her black heels until I heard the *clacking* on the tile. They were probably 3” heels and made me want to drool all over her. An absolute vision.

We talked about our days and I held her close while we made out some. I told her how amazing she looked and ran my hands over her body. I then told her to take a seat at the bar while I was finishing up cooking. She sat down and said, “I haven’t had a man cook for me in a long time. It’s sexy.” I made a joke and did a little butt wiggle. She laughed and said, “Show me that ass.” I laughed. She said, “I’m serious... I want you to take your pants off.” She was smiling and having fun, so I did, but kept my boxers on.

She sat there and noticed I had a little boner starting. She said, “Take it all off!! Come on!! Haha” I wasn’t keen on cooking naked but I took my boxers and my shirt off. There I was, completely naked, in front of my amazingly hot, new girlfriend who was still fully clothed. We kept talking and I heard her get up and walk over to me. She put her hands on the outside of my arms and said, “Look at those big, strong muscles you have for me.” The way she said it was very gentle and caring, not in a “You are so sexy, take me right now” kind of way.

I smiled and kept cutting the veggies. I was very aware at this point that I was naked as I felt her hand on my ass. Her hand cupped my ass and her fingers were in my crack. I’d never had a woman hold me like that. I was intrigued and unsure of what to say or do so I just kept working on dinner.

I had a raging boner by this time and she slid her hand around and grabbed it while keeping her left hand on my ass. “I think you like cooking naked for your lady as much as she enjoys watching you. Haha.” I laughed and turned around. She kissed me really passionately and I put my hands on her skirt. I undid the zipper on the side of her skirt and tossed the skirt across the room. She had on a lacy, red thong that clung to her ass like paint. We made out for several minutes (thankfully the chicken was in the over and didn’t need my attention).

She then got down on her knees and looked at my cock at full attention. She looked up at me with those light brown eyes while she stuck her tongue out slightly and licked the side of the head of my dick. She kept eye contact with me when she started to flick her tongue around on the head. I was going crazy. FINALLY, I was about to get a proper blow job and a proper orgasm for her. I was so pumped.

Lindsey continued to lick the head and watch how she was making me squirm. I leaned my head back as I sank into the kitchen counter. I kept waiting to feel her deep throat me and start really going to town. I felt like I was about to go crazy and I remember my body convulsing slightly with how sensitive the area was she kept teasing. All of a sudden I heard the worst sound in the world... the oven beeped and I had to get the chicken out. Right when it beeped Lindsey laughed, “Oh ho ho... that’s bad timing for you, huh?? Hahaha”

She stood up and as I turned to reach for the oven, while also trying to recover from the tease, she slapped my ass. “We’ll get back at you later, don’t you worry,” she said as I bent over and got the food out of the oven. A few minutes later we sat down to eat dinner and I went to pick my clothes off of the floor and get dressed and she said, “What are you doing that for??” I told her I was just putting on my clothes and she said, “I like you naked!! You can put them on if you want to though.” Of course I didn’t. I put them back on the ground and smiled as I sat across from her at my small kitchen table. She was still skirtless, by the way.

We started eating and she complimented my dinner and told me how sweet it is I wanted to do this for our second official date of being boyfriend and girlfriend. I felt so uncomfortable in my skin sitting there completely naked. I finally had to say something about how new and different she (and this dynamic) is to me. It turned out to be a defining moment in our relationship.

“I have never met anyone like you before.”

“... What do you mean, exactly?”

“So confident in who you are... so just, free with your sexuality? I guess that’s the word I’m looking for? Haha.”

“Haha. Well, I take that as a compliment!! Thank you. I guess I can be too forward sometimes? I just know what I want and what I like. You have a great body and I want to know every part of it.”

(I felt my balls tighten a little bit at that phrase.)

“Oh please, YOU are the one with the incredible body. You’re a freaking supermodel. Except smart.”

“Hahahaha... you’re so sweet to me. That’s why I picked you.”

“Picked me. Sounds funny when you use that word but I’m sure you had your pick of anyone.”

She shrugged a little and said, “There is definitely not a shortage of horny boys behind keyboards.” We both laughed at that.

“So, you chose me because I’m sweet huh?”

She looked at me with her mouth full and did the most adorable head nod while making the “mhmm,” noise.

I laughed. “You think I have a good body too?”

With most of her food chewed she covered her moth and said, “You have a great body!”

I tried to figure out how to say this next part... I finally just said it, “You know you’re teasing the hell out of me right?”

“Absolutely!”

I was stunned by that response and the enthusiasm with which she said it.

I regrouped for a minute while she just stared at me with a smirk on her face. “But... you said you were fucking Derrick and that other guy for months... but here we are and we haven’t had sex.”

She didn’t miss a beat and wasn’t irritated at all. She said, “Well, yeah, because I wasn’t trying to keep them interested in me. If they stopped wanting to see me I’d find another big dick... but I like you and want to keep you around.”

The look on my face was probably priceless when I stared back at her. She put her fork down and put elbows on the table. Leaning forward in a playful way she said, “Does that make you jealous?” She stared at me and said, “It’s just sex. Big deal. It’s you that has me in your apartment, is it not?” I nodded.

I said, “I guess I just think you’re so amazingly sexy and want to fuck you so badly...” She got up and walked over to my seat. She sat on my lap with both of her legs to my right. And put her arms tight around my head. “You will fuck me, you sweet thing... I just want our relationship to be different from my past and not based on just fucking.” I told her that I wanted us to have a deep relationship too and not just about sex. I felt my dick getting hard against her ass. She kissed me one more time and popped up and sat down again to keep eating dinner.

I stared at that insanely perfect ass as she walked back to her seat. I said, “I don’t think you know how much you have me drooling over here.” She laughed and said, “I love that... my Mom told me to always keep a guy on his toes to keep him around.” I laughed and said, “It’s working..”

We finished dinner and I was still naked. We started making out hardcore on the couch. Again, I’m completely naked. I dripped precum on her leg (basically smeared it with out movement) and she noticed. She said, “Excuse me sir, I need you to clean that up.” She said it in a joking way that made me try and laugh it off. She kept looking at me and said, “I’ll help, then.” She slid her finger down onto her thigh and used it to scoop the precum off of her leg. It wasn’t a ton but for precum it was a good amount.

Lindsey held up the finger with the drips of cum on it a few inches from my face. I arched an eyebrow and looked at her with a “You must be crazy” look. She said, “What?! Girls are expected to swallow loads of this stuff but you can’t lick a drop off my finger?! You big baby.” We both laughed and she said, “You get this one, I’ll get the next.” I was so intrigued by this freedom she has and was introducing me too... I took her finger in my mouth and tasted my cum for the first time of my life.

While I was sucking the precum off her finger I saw her smile big and she said, “That’s my man...” After I had finished. She said, “That wasn’t bad, right!?!” I made a funny face and the buried my head on her chest and gave a little chuckle. She cradled my head and said, “Awwww... you’re alright.” I felt such a weird sense of comfort in her arms. Like I belonged to her or something. Like she would take care of me. For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn’t the big man in a relationship but a little boy being introduced to the world for the first time. I loved this.

We ended up in bed and she was slowly giving me a hand job while we talked. I was going crazy, of course, but was enjoying her touch. She looked up at me and asked, “Its hard to believe a hot guy like you has only fucked one girl.” I shrugged and said, “I wasn’t ever very confident. Just kinda let things happen instead of making them happen.” “Fair enough,” she smiled, “it’s just every girl’s dream to have a blank slate to work with in the bedroom.” I was a little offended and said, “Hey, I know things... I’ve read and watched videos. I’m not a virgin or anything.”

She was staring at my dick and basically pushing the tip around with her finger. She put her head on my leg and stared at me with those gorgeous eyes, “So, what are your fantasies? What do you like?” I said, “Like celebrity crushes or what?” “Ha... no. Are you into bondage, anal, one of those foot guys? Or what? I won’t judge, I promise.” I was blank. I said, “I have no idea.” She said, “You know what they means? It means we get to figure you out.” The look she gave me both sent chills down my spine and gave me a surge of sexual energy. Both scared and excited beyond my wildest dreams. This was so new.

“Well, what are your fantasies?” I asked her. She moved her head from side to side like she was trying to decide what I could handle hearing. “Well... I think you see that I like control,” She wiggled my dick with her fingers when she said that. She then said, “Do you like when I have control?” I didn’t know how deep this could take me but I said, “It’s amazingly hot. I’ve never had that before.” She sat up and crossed her legs while saying, “You’ve never had anything before.” I shrugged. She reached out and put her hand on my balls, “I like squeezing your balls... I love hearing you wince from the pain.” She squeezed just one of my balls between her thumb and index finger. I gave her the reaction she knew she’d get and she chuckled.

“Do you like me hurting your balls?” I wasn’t sure yet so I told her, “I don’t hate it.” She started jacking me off. She said, “I think I know what you like.” She suddenly stopped jacking me off and I lurched forward and make a straining noise. She laughed loudly and said, “You love it when I keep you wanting more, don’t you?” I had my head back and was saying “oh my god... oh my god...” over and over. I’d never experienced anything like this and was in awe. And absolutely intoxicated.

Lindsey then slapped my balls moderately hard and then started jacking me off again. She said, “Are you alright there??” I nodded and through the mix of emotions got out, “Yes, yes, yes...” She then said, “Do you like that?” I again nodded. “Good boy,” she said calmly before stopping again. Before I knew what happened she had spun around and planted her pussy on my face and started riding. At this point she was using my cock as more of a handle than anything else. She had my sack and the base of my cock in her hand and was grabbing hard.

She gets very loud when riding my face (still does now). She began screaming and going harder and faster. She finally came and I felt her “waterfall” on my face. It was unbelievably sexy. She was still squeezing the fuck out of my balls and I realized I was still in pain. She got off of me and fell onto the bed next to me. I grabbed my dick and started jacking myself off and she grabbed my arm and said, “No, no... let me.”

She turned to face me again and started lightly stroking my cock with two fingers. The strokes were short and abrupt. I saw her studying my face and her mouth hanging partially open like she was getting drunk off of my lust.

I’d never felt like that before. I felt like I was in heaven but kept getting pulled back into the hell of my frustration. I was addicted. I absolutely loved it. She broke me out of my daze with her sweet voice, “See. This is what I love... right now I have total and complete control of you. I can make you feel so great and take it away on a whim... it’s intoxicating. Teasing a guy like this and then denying him everything.” I should’ve gotten worried when she said that but I was still stuck in my heaven/hell scenario.

Lindsey started getting more rhythmic and grasped my cock with more fingers. I wasn’t far from the edge when she started but she went hard and somehow knew the exact moment to stop that sent me into insanity. I almost legitimately started crying. She said, “Woah woah... you’re ok. Be tough for me.” I put my head down on the pillow and let out a groan in frustration and she put her head on my chest and said, “Alright... that’s enough for tonight.” With a gentle pat on my balls she curled up on me and was asleep within twenty minutes.

I was so glad she was staying the night but my mind felt like scrambled eggs and I had no idea what was happening in my head. I knew I loved her. I knew I wanted more. I’d never seen anything like her and I wanted to be on the receiving end of everything she ever did. Her glorious little mental fucks she was already doing then that intrigued me more than any woman I’d ever met. I went to sleep with the bluest feeling balls I’ve ever had.

I know this is a lot of conversation right now but I want you to understand the groundwork at the beginning of our relationship that lead to where we are now.

I’ll try to speed up if you guys want me to. Lemme know. Also, thank you for the love on our first post. Please help by reblogging our stories. We’d love to share and obviously are more motivated by larger numbers.

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“pillow talk” - a collection of conversations between you and matsukawa issei.

1. october 23rd, 1:03am.

“that was fun.” matsukawa props himself up on one elbow, lower half still covered by a disarray of blue dorm sheets.

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling your t-shirt back on, but you turn to look at him, smiling slightly. “fun?” 

“great. excellent. out of this world amazing,” he says teasingly. there’s a glint in his eye and a flush in his cheeks. 

“that’s what I thought.” you make to stand up, but matsukawa grabs your wrist before you can move another muscle. 

“you can stay,” he says, face strangely hopeful and childlike (a sharp contrast to the night’s earlier… activities). “if you want, I mean.” 

your body aches to climb back under the covers with him, to press yourself against his hot skin and let yourself fall asleep in his embrace… but what you have with matsukawa is new and fragile, and you refuse to close your fist on something delicate and shatter it in the process. 

“maybe next time. I have class in the morning.” advanced calculus, to be specific. hell on earth, to be even more specific. 

“will there be a next time?” there it is again. that hope. 

“if you’ll have me,” you say, rising from the mattress.

“I’ll do more than have you.” he grins, cocking his head. “I’ll take you.” 

and there it is — matsukawa issei, ladies and gents. you smile to yourself as you slip out of his room, committing the feel of his hands gripping your hips and his lips on yours to memory. 

2. october 27th, 4:36pm. 

you stay this time. it’s a weeknight, and there’s class in the morning again, but the bed is warm and matsukawa’s arm fits like it was made for you. he’s nervous, you can tell, what with the way his fingers shake slightly as they brush the hair from your eyes — but that’s okay. it’s endearing. cute, even. 

“hey,” he says, voice low and throaty. 

“hi,” you respond, turning your face to look at him, his sharp, angular face shaded even more dramatic by moonlight. he really is a little too pretty for his own good, you decide, running a light hand down his torso. his mouth twitches when your fingers skim over his waistband and back up again. 

“tease,” he sighs, and you laugh. 

“it’s what I’m best at,” you say. 

“among other things,” matsukawa concedes, grinning. you gasp and hit him lightly on the chest.

“you’re so dirty minded!” you scold, and he scoffs. 

“I’m the dirty minded one? listen sweetheart, twenty minutes ago you were —” 

you shut him up with a swift kiss on the lips, swallowing his indignant words as he chuckles somewhere in the back of his throat and pulls you on top of him. you slide your fingers into his mess of dark hair and smile into the kiss until he finally breaks away and begins dusting smaller kisses along your jaw and collarbone. 

“you know,” you breathe, trying to avoid gasping when matsukawa presses his mouth to that soft spot right below your neck, “you’re acting awfully boyfriend today, issei. you’d better be careful before I up and decide to make you mine.”

“maybe that’s what I want you do to,” he says without looking at you. 

you start in surprise, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “oh, really?” 

matsukawa unattaches himself from your neck and takes your face in his hands, staring up at you with a grin. “really.” 

“okay,” you say, and in response he squishes your cheeks and laughs. you roll your eyes and tug on his wrists until he lets go. “okay, boyfriend.”

“okay, girlfriend.” 

you’d never anticipated a relationship to fall into place so easily. but then again, with matsukawa, everything — everything from his sweet talk to his skin to his stupid pickup lines — is pretty damn smooth.

3. january 1st, 11:24pm.

“you have a nice nose,” he says, running a finger down its bridge. golden afternoon light slices through the gaps in his shutters, casting odd stripes across his face.

“I hate my nose.” you bite back a sheepish smile. “it’s weird.”

“no, it’s cute,” he insists, and despite yourself, your heart swells. maybe it’s silly, maybe it’s shallow, but nothing really beats having someone refute your insecurities, however insignificant they may be. “I’m the one with a weird nose.”

you sit straight up, nearly knocking him back. “you do not have a weird nose. I love your nose!” 

“I love your face.” matsukawa gently pulls you back down, gathering you into his chest so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“well, it is a pretty nice face,” you say, and he huffs.

“you were supposed to say you love my face, too,” he whines in a small voice. you almost giggle at the thought of this six foot two giant baby-talking to you.

“I thought that was self-explanatory,” you say. “I like everything about you.”

matsukawa shoots you a dramatic glare, furrowing his brows. “yesterday you said you didn’t like my t-shirt.”

“it was a rick and morty t-shirt! I was morally obligated to disparage your fashion taste in that moment,” you say piously. 

“so you don’t like everything about me,” matsukawa sighs, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “my girlfriend is a liar.” 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you like rick and morty,” you correct yourself. 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you don’t like rick and morty,” matsukawa shoots back, and you let out an ugly guffaw. 

“alright, then. agree to disagree?”

before answering, he leans forward to give you a brief kiss that you return, enjoying the faint taste of spearmint on his lips. “you’ll come around eventually.” 

“I really won’t.”

“you will.”

“I won’t.”

“you won’t.”

“I will,” you say, and then — “wait, no. damn it, issei, I can’t believe that worked on me.”

“gotcha!” 

4. march 20th, 3:16am. 

“dude,” matsukawa says. “we should go out for ramen.”

“did you just call me dude?” you raise an incredulous eyebrow. 

“sorry,” he says, sitting upright and pulling on a shirt. “I meant babe. can we get ramen?”

“it’s 3am,” you say, catching the shirt he tosses to you and putting it on. “is there any place nearby that’s still open at this hour?” 

matsukawa whisks you out of bed, bridal style, and spins you around, ignoring your protestations as you attempt to scold him between giggles. when he finally sets you down you’re dizzy, clinging to him for balance. “obviously you don’t understand the ramen business. when the craving hits, it hits, and these guys know that. that’s why there’s a 24 hour ramen-ya near every college campus in the country.” 

“then,” you say, blinking hard as the room comes back into focus. “I say we go eat.” 

“let zem eat ramen?” matsukawa says in a phony french accent. you want to roll your eyes but you can’t quite bring yourself to do so. he’s too damn charming about it. 

“let zem eat ramen,” you repeat, and he laughs, rumpling your hair before grabbing his keys off the bedside table. 

“you’re adorable.”

“I’m a legal adult,” you sigh. “why do you insist on calling me cute? I’m sexy.”

“you’re cute and sexy,” he agrees, opening the door for you. “the two are not mutually exclusive.” 

“fancy words.”

“I’m just trying to impress you,” he says with an obnoxious wink. 

5. april 4th, 1:58am. 

“do you think there’s life in space?” 

you’re lying side by side next to matsukawa, both staring up at his dorm room ceiling, where a handful of plastic stars glow in the dark. 

he snickers. “you mean, like, martians? little green men with antennae?”

“sure,” you say, ignoring his jab. “or maybe enormous space whales swimming somewhere deep in the cosmos. galactic empires of cyborgs and robot servants. train stations that take you from star to star.” 

“that reminds me,” he says. you feel him slip his fingers into your hand. “we should watch star wars together sometime.” 

“you avoided the question,” you complain, and he laughs. 

“sorry,” he says. “I’ve never given much thought to huge space whales or interplanetary train stations.”

“you’ve never wondered might be out there? never wanted to fly to the moon and see what there is to see?” the thought is alien (pun intended) to you. how could anyone look into the star speckled sky and see anything other than a mass of worlds waiting to be explored? 

“I don’t need to. kinda have everything I could ever want here on earth already.” matsukawa shrugs, flashing you a grin. “good friends. perfect girlfriend. a really excellent ramen shop down the street.” 

“and that’s all you need?”

“that’s all I need,” he agrees, and you stay silent, scooting closer to press yourself into matsukawa’s larger frame. maybe he has a point. you count over your blessings in your head: good friends, perfect boyfriend, a really excellent ramen shop down the street. even space whales can’t really compare, you decide, sneaking a glance at issei only to find he’s already looking down at you with a soft smile. 

and maybe that’s enough. maybe it’s enough to have someone who loves you and your flaws, someone who lets you borrow his dumb graphic tees and never lets you pay for your own dinner. maybe what you have here with matsukawa issei, feet on the ground and hands intertwined, is enough.

[hansolmates]

shiver | 01 (m)

banner done by the wonderful @dnrequests​

summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: touching over the clothes, mc is hornee, *pulls out cards against humanity* “a gentle caress of the inner thigh”, panty kissin, mc is a big ol’ pushover and hopeful for jkk:(( w/c; 1.9k a/n; it’s here! aaaaaa!!! i’ve been really eally realllyyyyyy nervous to post this. even though this is just a drabble series  let me know how you feel about it! enjoy [shiver masterpost]

“Oh, you’re so dead.” 

Jeon Jungkook isn’t thaaaat buff, he's more of a skinny kind of muscular. You don’t understand the hype, why everyone croons over Jungkook’s strength and physique. However, how else could you explain Jungkook being able to climb the currently dilapidated fire escape to the top floor of the chapel. The ladder is rusted beyond repair and is definitely a fire hazard rather than a fire escape. Yet he barely breaks a sweat doing it, and he wipes the minor sheen off his brow with the back of his hand. There’s some soot and whatever nasty residue from the fire escape that gets on his face, a black streak marring his already annoying face. He’s currently wiggling his fingers in a sarcastic “hello.” It makes you sneer, your two consciousness (inappropriate and appropriate) warring against each other to determine whether you still find this man attractive or not. 

Convincing yourself that Jungkook is ugly is the worst quick-fix idea you’ve ever had. 

The words of your Aunties, the family friends in the church, echo in your ears. Jungkook’s bad. They’d say over and over. It would cause you to snort and giggle, unable to imagine what sort of things he’s done to warrant such a cliché label. Yet some of the girls your age, girls that have gone off to college agree with sultry looks and longing eyes that yes, Jungkook’s bad. So bad, it’s good. 

You haven’t a clue what he’s actually done to earn such a hushed title, his parents are lip-tight about his doings, unless it’s his achievements in the architecture graduate program. You hear things, though. Things that make you shamefully green with envy, envious of sin. 

As soon as he finds proper footing in the storage room, he goes to the closet, immediately finding his backup clothes. They’re plain white button-downs, awkward long shirts with no shape or definition to them. They belong to the church, and no one ever uses them because they’re stiff and itchy. Yet Jungkook wears them like it’s tailored, and you have to look away when he quickly knots the bottom half of the shirt, fashioning it into a tasteful double knot in order to cinch his lean waist.

“Pretty sure it was just you that saw me,” Jungkook says dismissively, “so it’s fine.” 

This bristles you the wrong way, and you put down the catering covers you were supposed to return to the storage room. You smooth out your Sunday dress, this shade of Boring Beige looking particularly pale in the morning sun. “How do you know I won’t tell?” you turn your nose up. 

“Because I know,” he doesn’t even look at you, focusing on rolling the sleeves of his shirt. You weaken when you see the black shadowing across his forearm. That’s new, then again you haven’t seen him since last Christmas.   

“Know what?” 

“That you have a crush on me,” Jungkook says into the air like it’s common knowledge, adjusting the leather jacket on top of his outfit so the white-startched collar pops on top, “I mean, it’s hard for anyone not to know. You’ve been into me since youth group, Bunny.”  

You hold your breath, counting to ten as you close the door behind you. A vision of you playing “Duck Duck Goose” as a five year old plays in your head, where you’d pick a bushy, big-eyed Jeon Jungkook each time, hopping over to him to pat his fluffy head so he’d chase you around. 

It’s old news, your puppy love for Jungkook. How could you not like him? He's clever and sweet with his mother and always told the best stories in youth group meetings.  Everyone thought your affections were so sweet, and while that attention weaned over time, your feelings have only increased the more self-aware you’ve become. 

With a mind as open and honest is yours, it’s hard to ignore how well Jungkook has grown. What has also grown is your curiosities since the two of you have moved onto university. Jungkook goes to the university uptown, a far drive which only forces him attend masses during the holidays. You attended the local community college, wrapping up a bachelors in some vague major that you’re not attached to. You’re currently looking around for some graduate schools, but unfortunately you’ve been so wrapped up doing duties for Pastor Nina that you haven’t been able to look around properly. 

Jungkook’s probably living a fun life, with the way he’s grown rough and loose, you resent him. 

When you turn back around, Jungkook’s right in front of you, trapping you between his body and the door.  

“Don’t be embarrassed, Bunny,” you furrow your brows, nearly growing cross-eyed when he leans in. “I think your crush is cute.” 

You’re not sure what he thinks of you. Sure, he considered everyone a friend when you two were in youth group, but that was youth group. Premeditated, parents forcing other children to do the same things with each other for years upon years in the hope they’ll practice together forever and ever. Jungkook did not want that, evident from the way he dipped his duties as soon as he got into university. 

You hate how easy he dips back into it though, calling you Bunny and making you feel like a little girl all over again. Bunny, because you’d hop around to him whenever he was in sight. Bunny, because Jungkook had been fondly compared to the wide-eyed, diamond-toothed creature. It was cute when you were five. Now, it’s just discomfiting. 

“Don’t call me that,” you bite, “and I don’t like you anymore.” 

“Sure you don’t,” he rolls his eyes, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand rests on the curve of your waist, fingers slotting themselves between the pleats of your skirt. “That’s why you’re not moving away when I’m about to put my hand under your skirt. Because you don’t like me.” 

You press yourself further into the door, your skin hot and vibrating. So warm, you feel like you could melt through the door and escape from Jungkook’s gaze. Sure, the young ladies in the congregation talk. Maybe you’ve heard a story or two about Jungkook being seedy, a result of being repressed after years and years of stiff routines and expectations thrust upon him. You could care less about Jungkook’s sexual appetite, until this appetite has reached you. 

“Mm, you’re pretty,” Jungkook’s eyes roam your form, the daisy white blouse doing nothing to barricade Jungkook’s sudden interest in you, “you’ve never been touched like this, have you?” 

“I’ve touched myself like this,” you hiss in defense, and it’s more out of anger than in pleasure. You don’t need a man to comfort you, but Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in mirth at the new information. 

“That’s really sexy,” Jungkook slips down, roams his fingers down to your ankles and plays with the silver buckles of your Mary Janes. You shiver when his hands trail up up up to your knees, the swell of your thighs, and catch right under the elastic seam that holds your secrets together, “but I’ll have you know, it’s different when you have someone hold your pleasure in their hands.” 

You’re in the storage room of your church, fifteen minutes before the Christmas mass, with Jeon Jungkook’s head between your legs. Your skirt is long, and Jungkook doesn’t bother to ride it up your waist. 

It feels more forbidden that way, Jungkook hiding under the fabric of your skirt to get to your honeyed center, sneaking his way in with rough hands and soft touches.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper, pressing your full spine against the wooden door, “we shouldn’t. N-not like this.”

What is wrong with you? Is it sheer curiosity? Do you just want to know what it finally, finally feels like? You should be pushing him away. There’s red lights flashing back and forth in your brain like sirens. Yet, do you really want to turn away the attention you’ve been aching for years? 

You imagined your first time to be relatively special. The bare minimum, a bed, a talk, and a partner you’re mutually committed to. None of those things are met. Now you understand why all the young women in church whisper about sex like this. It’s a spur of the moment, it’s an unbridled pleasure you don’t want to stop, no matter how forbidden and sinful the act is.  

“How else then?” you feel his deep voice straight through your panties, his lips whispering between the pink cotton like he’s sinking liquid heat into your skin. “I can’t sink my fingers into your sweet cunt during the candle lighting. Or when we open presents with the family after. That would be inappropriate.” 

Your replies come out in breaths, puffs of air that conceal the moans you so badly want to let out as Jungkook pokes and rubs at you. He does nothing beyond the cotton fabric, only slides two fingers up and down your slit as he gathers the arousal between his digits. 

“So wet already, that’s so sexy,” he’s kissing your core, and you sigh fretfully at the pleasure that feels so close yet so far away. 

“P-please, Jungkook…” 

“Please what?” Jungkook teases, fingers slipping back and forth between the elastic of your underwear, “please stop? Please touch me? Please fuck me?” 

The church bell answers that, and Jungkook’s nose knocks right into your bud at the sudden intrusion. You yelp at the jarring stimulation, pulling him from under your skirts as the loud noise echoes in the room. Both of you wince at the pain, the moment interjected. 

“You first,” Jungkook casually opens the door for you, as if he didn’t have you ten seconds away from begging him to make you come. 

You don’t even look at him as you dash away, not bothering to take the elevator in favor of running off the heat. Two minutes before the procession. The church is packed to the brim, only the back seats left. Your family probably gave up on waiting for you up in the front. As you sit down in the corner, you’re momentarily distracted by the beauty of a decorated church on Christmas. Even though you’re part of the decorating committee and commanded most of the design, seeing the stained glass lit up with fairy lights and the poinsettia plants blooming burgundy on the altar, you’re impressed. 

“There’s a draft here, you must be cold.” Jungkook talks to you so politely, a perfect picture of a gentleman as he drapes his leather jacket over your lap. He speaks as if it’s a pleasant surprise, a childhood friend he hasn’t seen in nearly a year. 

You can’t tell him to move when people are watching and Jungkook is seconds from interrupting the procession, so you reluctantly scoot over so he can sit next to you. His scent overwhelms you even more now that you’ll have to sit next to him for a whole hour, lavender and vanilla overtaking your pew. 

The jacket is heavy and heady on your lap, and you force yourself to stare straight ahead. Jungkook cannot weaken you like this, not anymore. 

Thirty minutes later, his fingers are hovering at the start of the homily, caressing your thighs under the jacket with his big hands. A draft? Please. You clamp your thighs together, knocking your knees and hoping they’d lock together for the rest of the mass. Jungkook’s a master key, easily parting his way as if your muscles are pure jelly. You turn your head sharply, glaring at him with all the fire in the world. 

“Careful,” Jungkook mouths, eyes flickering to the symbol atop the podium, “he’s watching.” 

His fingers finally brush the damp blush cotton of your panties, and you shudder. 

[immersed-in-mischief]

Happily Ever After- A Prince Charming One Shot (Loki x Female Reader)

Summary: When Tony hosts another ball, you get another chance to have your fairy tale moment. 

The song mentioned in the story is “If You Love Her” by Forest Blakk featuring Meghan Trainor. I listened to it on repeat while writing and editing the story and it just brings it to a whole new level!! Listen to it while reading this if you want ALL of the feels! :)

This is the last one shot for Prince Charming. I may revisit these characters at some point but I will be starting a new series next week so stay tuned for it!

“Nobody make plans for next Saturday! We’re hosting a party!”

The groan around the room was collective. Tony could find any excuse to throw a party.

“What’s the reason this time, Stark? The anniversary of some random discovery you made at 2am?”

He glared at you before grabbing a bowl to take some breakfast with him into the lab.

“Ha ha, kid. Just be there. We’re doing another masquerade ball. I know you and Reindeer Games were so fond of the one last year!”

You shook your head as he rushed out of the room. Wanda stood to put her plate in the sink and grabbed yours and Nat’s as well.

“Well, you heard the man. We have a week’s notice to find a dress, yet again. You ladies down for a little shopping today since we have the day off?”

Reluctantly you agreed and made your way down to the room you shared with Loki to get dressed for the day. The sight of him perched in the windowsill with a book made you second guess going shopping. Would you ever get sick of staring at this gorgeous man? Just the sight of him was enough to make you want to jump him…

“You’re staring, Bug…”

With a smirk, you made your way across the room and peeled the book from his hand before grabbing his legs to turn him towards you. Now that his legs were no longer taking up all the room, you set the book face down to save his place and straddled his lap.

“Well, good morning to you too, Darling.”

His hands came up to grip your backside as he stood and made his way over to the bed. You let out a giggle when he jumped backwards onto it, so you were laying on top of him.

“There. This is much more comfortable. Don’t you agree?”

You leaned down and kissed him until he deepened the kiss and flipped you over underneath him. Remembering why you came in here in the first place, you placed your hand on his chest to stop him.

“Rain check, Sexy. I just came in here to tell you that I’m going shopping with the girls. Apparently Stark is throwing another ball and I have to find a dress.”

His eyes lit up as the memories of the ball played in his mind. A softness appeared on his face as he stroked your cheek.

“I guess I better find a date then.”

Rolling your eyes as you moved to sit up, he grabbed you and pulled you back down with him.

“Fine. Fine. I could always just go with you I suppose…”

“Ha ha. The God of Mischief has jokes today. Now let me up before I have to go in a paper sack.”

Loki watched as you pulled one of his hoodies from the closet and slipped it on. He gave you a playful glare.

“First off, I’m sure you would still be gorgeous in a paper sack. Secondly, you have every article of clothing in one place now and you still choose to steal mine?”

You came back to stand in front of him and ended up being pulled back into his lap now that you were back within reach.

“You know yours are comfier and they smell like you. Can’t you just conjure up another one in your space pockets?”

The name earned you a deep belly laugh as he threw his head back.

“Space pockets, My Love. That’s not quite how that works but sure. I will just buy more to replace all the ones you have stolen. Have fun with the girls. I’ll see you when you get back. I love you, Bug.”

With one more kiss to hold you over, you stood and made your way to the door.

“I love you too, Baby. Try to not miss me too much.”

 Somehow it didn’t take you too long to find the absolute perfect dress for you. Nat and Wanda didn’t find anything they liked but said something about ordering online. Loki walked in just as you hung the dress up in the closet. He tried to sneak a peek, but you slapped his hand.

“Hands off! It’s a surprise! You have to wait until Saturday to see it.”

He pouted but you wouldn’t budge.

“Loki… we live together. We spend every second together. We were best friends for years before we finally got together. There isn’t much between us anymore that is a secret so give me this one! Just patiently wait and you can see it the night of the ball.”

As far as you knew, he kept his word. Just like last time, Nat and Wanda helped you get ready. They loved any excuse to do your hair and makeup. As you sat there and got ready, you thought back to last time. There was too much going on in your heart and head to enjoy it. This time felt so much better. When you were almost ready to slip your dress on, your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter.

Ladybug, I must run a quick errand before the ball so I will just meet you there. Meet me at the bottom of the stairs just like last time? I’m make sure to spot you this time 😉 I love you. See you soon, My Love.

You were so madly in love with that man. The excitement of getting to redo the night made you practically race upstairs once they got your dress laced up. This time would be so different. You would get to spend the night in his arms as you, knowing just how much Loki truly loved you. The ding of the elevator arriving snapped you out of your daydream. When the doors opened, you weren’t sure it had stopped at the right floor.

The room was silent and dark. The party was scheduled to start nearly 30 minutes ago and there wasn’t a soul here. Your confusion transformed into pure shock as you walked out towards the top of the stairs. The room below you was dimly lit up by hundreds of candles around the perimeter of the dance floor. Beyond that was red roses as far as you could see. Even with all of that, you were searching for only one thing. Your eyes found him standing at the bottom of the stairs patiently waiting for you.

As he made his way up to the top of the stairs to meet you, Loki’s eyes traveled up your form to take in all the details of your dress. The gown you had hidden from him was emerald green with a decorative black lace over the top of it that shimmered in the light. The bodice was a corset style that fit you perfectly with lace cap sleeves on your shoulders. You felt like a true princess.

“Mischief, what’s going on? Where is everybody?”

Now at the top by your side, he stared into your eyes for a moment before stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“The party is actually on the floor above us. I just wanted to meet you here first.”

He turned and put his elbow out to escort you down the stairs. Sneaking a side glance at him, you noticed he wasn’t in a costume this time. Loki always looked delectable but the suit he wore tonight certainly did it for you. Once at the bottom of the stairs, you watched as he slipped off the ornate mask he was wearing before he gently slipped off yours as well.

“There. That’s better. No disguises tonight, Ladybug. I want to see all of you.”

His hands slid around your waist and pulled you towards him before he leaned down to gently kiss you. As he pulled away, he placed his cheek against yours to whisper in your ear.

“You look absolutely breath taking, Princess.”

As always, his voice sent chills down your spine. Loki took you hand and brought it to his lips.

“May I have this dance?”

You giggled as you looked around. Just as you were about to comment on the lack of music, a familiar song softly began over the room’s speakers.

“Baby? This is…”

He nodded his head as a smile spread across his face.

“I know, Sweetheart. It’s one of your favorites. You always ask me to dance with you when it comes up on your playlist. Truthfully, I’ve always considered it our song. It really is a great song to Waltz too as well.”

You curtsied as he bowed at you causing you to both laugh at the formality of it all. Loki gently took your hand and spun you around before pulling you into proper form. He stared into your eyes as the words softly filled the room…

 Take it

If she gives you her heart, don't you break it

Let your arms be a place she feels safe in

She's the best thing that you'll ever have

She'll love you, if you love her

On days when

It feels like the whole world might cave in

Stand side by side and you'll make it

She's the best thing that you'll ever have

She'll love you, if you love her like that

 The moment was absolutely perfect. You were finally his true princess. His Ladybug. All you saw was love in his eyes as he twirled you around the dance floor surrounded by the intoxicating smell of thousands of fresh roses. The candlelight concealed you from the rest of the world. Just as the next verse began, the words hit differently than they ever had before…

 He wakes me each mornin' by kissin' my cheeks

And when I look a mess, says, "You're perfect to me"

He's more than my best friend, forever and then some

And I choose him over and over again

 Tears began to form in your eyes as so many memories flooded all at once. All the times you two had together as best friends over the years meant everything to you. It still couldn’t stand up to the last year you had as lovers though. Loki claimed that he was the lucky one, but you had been lucky enough to fall in love with your best friend and have him love you in return.

When the song ended, He had tears in his eyes as well. He softly wiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed you deeply while dipping you back. His lips turned into a smirk when he stood you back up. You hadn’t expected the gesture and it brought a warmth to your cheeks. The wink he gave him only made it worse.

“Blush and swoon, Bug. It never gets old.”

After planting another deep kiss to your lips, he laced his fingers with yours and pulled you towards the balcony doors.

“Come, My Love. There’s one more thing to show you…”

He opened the large glass doors to the balcony and stepped aside to allow you to walk through them. There was a trail of rose petals on the ground leading to the end of the balcony where the two of you had talked. The string of twinkling lights hanging above you cast a perfect glow over the entire set up. On the table was a bottle of champagne on ice and two long stem glasses. The item in front of the glasses is what truly caught your eye.

A small black box.

“Oh my god, Loki… are you…”

He chuckled and kissed your shoulder as he walked past towards the table.

“I am…”

The tears started streaming down your cheeks before he even picked up the box. With the box in his hands, he looked back up at you and started laughing through his own tears.

“Please, Bug. I haven’t even started yet and you’re crying. I’m already nervous as is!”

You laughed and wiped your tears.

“I know. I’m sorry. Go ahead, Mischief.”

Loki stepped forward and took both of your hands in his. He took a deep breath before dropping down on his knee.

“Y/N, I had no idea when we met all those years ago, that I would ever end up at this point. From that very first day, you seemed to understand me better than I could have ever understood myself. You never seemed to judge me for my past mistakes and you’ve always felt like my home. I truly wish I had not spent so many of our years together being blind to what was in front of me all along. It was a journey to get to where we are today, and I’ve certainly caused you more heartache than I ever wished to for a thousand lifetimes. I have tried to spend the last year making it up to you every single day and I plan to continue to until the end of my days. Ladybug, you are my good luck charm in all aspects of my life. You are my best friend, my partner, my lover, and the keeper of my heart. Darling, will you give me the honor of also calling you my wife? Will you marry me, Bug?”

You were already nodding your head before he got the question out.

“Yes, Loki! I’ll marry you anytime, anywhere. Just name the time and the place.”

He didn’t even have the chance to stand back up before you fell to your knees in front of him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Loki laughed as he fell backwards onto the ground and pulled you into his lap. As he kissed you, the fireworks and electricity from that very first kiss was still there, and you hoped it always would be. After a while, he finally pulled away and rested his forehead against yours to catch his breath.

“Darling?”

“Mmmhmm?”

“Would you like to see the ring I picked out for you?”

You quickly sat up.

“Oh my god! The ring! I forgot about the ring!”

Loki laughed as he helped you stand. You had been too busy waiting to say yes that you hadn’t even looked down at the ring. It was a gorgeous princess cut solitaire diamond with emerald and diamond accents around the gold band. He carefully removed it from the box and gently slipped it onto your hand.

“Oh Lohk, it’s perfect!”

He cupped your cheeks and kissed you a few more times before pouring you both a glass of the chilled champagne.

“Wait… so there wasn’t a ball?!”

His arm slid around your waist as he leaned against the railing and pulled you into him.

“Not quite, My Love. There is no ball, but there actually is a party set to begin upstairs soon. At least whenever we arrive. We are the guests of honor after all…”

You smiled at him before kissing him once again.

“Planning an Engagement Party before I even said yes? That’s pretty bold of you, Mischief…”

“I had no doubt of your answer, Bug. Of course, when Stark became aware of my intentions to propose, that was all the reason he needed for hosting a party.”

Your hands slipped from around his neck to rest against his chest as you stared at the ring on your finger. Following your gaze, Loki lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it before playing with the piece of jewelry with his thumb.

“Hey Baby?”

“Yes, Sweetheart?”

“Exactly how much time do we have before our party is scheduled to begin?...”

His eyes darted up to meet yours. As if he was already thinking the same thing They were already full of desire.

“A little less than an hour, possibly more depending on what you had in mind, Pet…”

An hour and a half later, Loki straightened your outfits in a flash of green light as the two of you stepped into the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, the rest of the team was there to congratulate you both. In all the excitement and commotion, you made sure to keep a tight grip on the hand of your new fiancé. The rest of the evening was still spent in Loki’s arms as he twirled you around the dance floor.

It was the only place you ever wished to be since the day you first laid eyes on him all those years ago.

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to their child telling them that a member is flirting with you

trigger warnings ⚠️ mafia themes, flirting, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, murder, alcohol, sexual harassment (slight)

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires @purplelady85 @smallfrye​

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k i m  h o n g  j o o n g

„Where’s mommy?“ Your little son ran up to Hong Joong to be picked up by the mafia leader.

His eyes wander over the crowd at the garden gathering and when he’s not spotting you he flashes a little smile at his son.

„Mommy is talking to a man.“

Hong Joong nudges the little boy to whereas he points into a direction. Following the path around the house he sees you talking to none other than Kang Yeo Sang. His rival.

When Yeo Sang places his palm on your cheek you take a step back and frown at the boy. Hearing a cough behind you a smile escapes your form. The rival on the other hand rolls with his eyes and lets out a huff.

You’re quick to stand next to your husband and take your son into your arms leaving the two mafia leaders behind.

„You’re getting on my nerves, Kang.“

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p a r k  s e o n g  h w a

„(y/n)...“

You stood stiff in Seong Hwa‘s lavish office. Your gaze trained to the ground and your heart sinking to the bottom when he neared your form. He placed his cold fingers under your chin to raise your head. Locking his eyes with you a sigh escapes him.

„You know you belong to me. Why are you still resisting?“

„I don’t know what you are talking about.“

Seong Hwa engulfs you into his embrace leaning your head on his shoulder.

„Even our princess doesn’t like you betraying me. I will make sure you are not seeing him again.“

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j e o n g  y u n  h o

„And what did he say after that?“

Yun Ho caressed his daughters soft hair while she sat on his lap in their livingroom.

„That he will hurt her. I don’t remember so much... He was really scary daddy!“

With big glossy eyes Yun Ho feels his heart shattering. His daughter being so afraid for his light of the world.

He wouldn’t let Choi San get away with this.

After bringing his angel to bed he visits your shared bedroom to see you being asleep. You’re stirring and he can only guess that your nightmares are back.

With a gun and a sharp knife hidden in his suit he drives fast through the night. His team is already ready to blow up the place.

And with the final hit Yun Ho grabs the ex lover of his wife by his collar.

„I told you to stay away from us. That she is not your business anymore. What were you thinking?“

San struggles in his grip but manages to bring out his probably last words. „Kill me, but, live with the knowledge that she will never love you.“

He dropped to the ground and Yun Ho grasps his shaking hands together rage filling his body.

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k a n g  y e o  s a n g

When your son repeatedly told Yeo Sang that he really liked the guy that was around you since a few weeks he was relieved. It was good Woo Young seemed to do his job right. After the last attack he wanted the both of you safe all the time. That’s why he send one of his best men that he trusted with all of his might.

It was only when he tucked him into bed that he stopped in his tracks being deep in thoughts. He goes downstairs and pours himself a glass of wine. He jolts a little bit when you embrace him from behind and he turns around to eye you with a sharp gaze. Tilting his head you step back and flash him a small smile.

„What’s up?“

„Woo Young‘s taking good care of you, right?“

You frown and immediately know by the tone he uses that something‘s not to his liking, and, Kang Yeo Sang not liking something was bad.

„He is, he is doing a good job. I guess.“

„Hyun Jin likes him, too. But you know what he just told me?“

You absentmindedly reach out to him to probably cool down his anger.

„He told me that uncle Woo Young was really close to you. Close like ‚daddy‘, when I asked him what he meant with that.”

“Yeo Sang, he’s not. He is just friendly. Hugging me as a greeting nothing more.“

„You think our three year old son is lying to me? (y/n), I warn you, I know him. Don’t take his flirting attempts light hearted.“

You nod at him knowing he wouldn’t take any arguing.

„If you can’t stop him I will give him a different job.“ With a last sip he finishes his glass and roughly pulls you into him to place a delicate and territorial kiss on your forehead.

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c h o i  s a n

„Dad, I don’t know how to say this but... I am really worried for your marriage. I mean is everything fine?“

San takes his cup of coffee sitting down on the breakfast table in front of your fourteen year-old daughter. He really needed a moment to register So Ra‘s words.

„What? Of course everything‘s fine! Or what are you even talking about?“

So Ra‘s gaze is trained on the buttered toast in front of her a deep frown taking place on her forehead.

„Yesterday at the gala... and I don’t know if I am mistaking things, but, I feel like she was flirting with this CEO named Song.“

San‘s eyes widened and he quickly takes a another sip from his coffee. „Oh, ehm, believe me your mother has always had her effect on...men.“

„Yeah, but, dad - the guy was literally stripping her naked with his eyes - “

„Choi So Ra! Your words!“ So Ra gestures a sorry with her hands but she didn’t want her mother to be so close to other men. She loved her parents dearly and she wanted to have a marriage like them in the future.

„Really, anyways, don’t worry. Everything‘s perfect. If there’s a problem we would never lie to you, promise!“ He holds his pinky for So Ra and with a relieved sigh she links it like she and her dad always did.

„Good morning!“ You place a kiss on your daughter‘s cheek and send a smirk to San being proud you got the right information last night.

San looks at his two princesses and has to hold back a laugh. If their daughter only knew their jobs things would be more dangerous but in many ways easier, too.

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s o n g  m i n  g i

„What means ‚sexy‘?“

You nearly caugh at your son‘s words quickly drinking something. Min Gi also nearly doubles over laughing while typing away a text for his members for their mission.

„Dong In! I thought we talked about this already.“

Your son was a persistent person eyeing you suspiciously.

Min Gi places his device on the table continuing to eat the soup for their shared dinner. „It means beautiful, but, it’s not a really polite word, Dong In.“

„Ah, so Mr. Kim is not polite to you Mum?“ That indeed catches your husband‘s attention.

„What is he talking about, (y/n)?“ A sly smile leaves him.

You groan out knowing sooner or later your son would’ve told him. „Well, Dong In‘s teacher just seems to need a talk with me about our son occasionally. And today he told me that he thinks I am ‚beautiful‘. Right, Dong In?“ Your son wasn’t paying attention anymore but with a naive sigh he slurped the rest of his soup.

„He said mommy‘s a sexy thing.“

„Dong In!“ Min Gi slowly sits back flexing his arm‘s muscles. He eyes you with a hungry gaze while he nudges Dong In.

„Next time Mr. Kim is telling your mother that she’s beautiful you say that your dad thinks so, too. Alright buddy?“ Min Gi fist bumps with your son.

„Got it!“

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j u n g  w o o  y o u n g

Woo Young wasn’t really a jelous man. He knew his worth and he also tend to be proud of the woman at his sight. Your auro caught the gazes of many men and that only boosted the mafia‘s ego.

When a man was flirting with you it was for you to play by the game. Being raised into the mafia business yourself you knew how to handle those greedy bastards.

Woo Young only smirked in the back of a booth when someone sneaked into the seat next to you at the bar. His men ready at any given chance to beat up the poor soul that tried to take what was Jung‘s.

But - he also loved your sneaky site.

It was only a button that you pushed too far when your daughter went up to his daddy to cry about how you were not giving her enough attention at the big gathering. Like the father himself their princess needed the recognition from her beloved ones.

Woo Young‘s gaze darkened when he saw you being corned by the one and only mafia leader of the west - Choi Jong Ho.

„That b - “

„Daddy! You didn’t want to swear! Mommy told you not to swear!“

„Ahhh, you’re right darling.“ He turned around to give his daughter into Seong Hwa‘s arms - one of his members.

With confident steps he emerges your form at the end of the room where Jong Ho was busy playing with your hair while talking about his latest wins in the business.

„Choi. Would you mind keeping your hands to yourself?“ Woo Young was raging by now. You didn’t stop the rival from touching you and the naive smile you send to your lover only angered him more.

„Let’s ask the lady what she wants.“ Jong Ho wiggles his eyebrows at Woo Young and you mentally facepalmed knowing Mr. Jung would scream bloody murder in a few seconds.

„I am sorry Mr. Choi.“ You gracefully step into Woo Young‘s arms giving him the satisfaction of winning this little debate with his rival. Jong Ho laughs out loud and turns around to leave the two of you.

„If you want attention ask for it. Don’t make me mad, baby.“

You lock eyes with him putting on a pout. „This way it is much more fun!“

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c h o i  j o n g  h o

It was the final day your son got introduced to the mafia world. A big party was held for him after he was prepared for everything over months. It was also his 16th birthday party and you had tears in your eyes knowing he was growing into a man so quickly really assembling his father in many ways.

It has been Park Seong Hwa‘s presence that put you off. He was an acquaintance of your clan for a long time but you didn’t really like the guy. When he approached you after dinner, when you were ushering your son to dance with a girl on the dancefloor, you immediately knew he was going to get on your nerves again.

He made jokes, touched you and clearly invaded your personal space. For the sake of your peaceful agreement you played his game hoping someone would come to help you out of your misery.

„Dad, I will literally kick this guy‘s balls if - “

„I already know about it.“ Jong Ho‘s gaze is fixed on your figure across the room. He turns to his son and tells him to have fun. He would take care of the matter.

Jong Ho soundlessly leans into your side leading Seong Hwa to roll with his eyes. He places a meaningful and strong kiss on your trembling lips catching your weight with his arms to steady you.

Playfully he turns around to the mafia a smile adoring his features. „Mr. Park. I didn’t even see you there!“ You’re quick to leave the duo to get to the toilet knowing by the squeeze Jong Ho just gave you a few seconds ago.

„Still so possessive I see. Let us leave this by complimenting you on your still beautiful wife.“ He let’s out a giggle while eying the crowd.

„Thank you, Seong Hwa. Seems to be running in my family.“

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just perfect || jjk

⤑  series: cherry pickers

⤑ pairing: gamer(fuckboi)!jungkook x video vixen(virgin)!reader

⤑ genre: barely any angst... smut!!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.1K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, mentions of blue balls, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms,  (mutual) masturbation, grinding/dry humping, quiet voyeurism/exhibitionism, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, jungkook is a lot whiner than you’d think, nipple play, spitting, penetrative sex, yn being a quiet dom, riding... yoongi nd hobi run in a museum.

⤑ A/N: this is out a lot later than i wanted ., but a bitch got sad nd didn’t feel like writing :/ - we good now tho . thank you for being so patient w meee .i hope you guys like this one lowkey a big one so let me know what you think x 

MAY 16TH, 2020 | 15:56

From the moment the two of you stepped onto the shooting set, it was pretty obvious to Jungkook that you were a big deal around here. He was used to putting you on a pedestal and treating you like a princess, but the fact that the other models, the majority of the staff, and the photographer treated you the same way was a bit mind-blowing for him.

Before you're even shedding your jacket, a short woman dressed in all black is rushing over with a robe in one hand and your swimsuit in the other. Ushering you in the direction of where to get changed, all while placing a chilled sparkling water in your hand. Complete with a straw. He follows behind, only half listening as the concept is explained in great detail to you. Following you to the gigantic dressing room, just for you.

A large couch is pressed against one wall, facing a dramatic vanity with an equally dramatic cushion bench. Jungkook is plopping down onto the large couch as you're lowering yourself onto the bench, hair being pinned back by two stylists who are quick to start on your makeup.

Simple chatter flows between the three of you and Jungkook finds himself admiring you with an unwavering smile on his face. You're so pretty. Always so pretty and sweet too. He likes the way you speak to the ladies as if they're old friends, laughing along with them with the prettiest smile on your lips. He's sure he could sit here and watch you forever.

Positive of it when the ladies are finishing with a final brush of your neatly straightened hair. They're waving goodbye as you stand, shimmying out of the tight jeans that you had arrived in. Carelessly tossing them onto the couch beside him before reaching for the hem of your shirt. Getting undressed right in front of his greedy eyes, he's not even ashamed for the way he leans forward on his knees to get a better look.

Forcing a gasp down when you reach back, flicking the clasp of your bra loose. It takes everything in him not to reach forward and take hold of one of your heavy breasts while wrapping his lips around the other. The sounds you made that first time still imprinted in his head. You sounded so pretty underneath him.

“What do you think? Should we get something to eat after this or...?” You speak so casually as if you're not putting on an unexpected right in front of your sexually frustrated boyfriend.

Sexually frustrated might be a stretch, honestly. The two of you found ways to enjoy each other without actually doing the do... but there were times where he hoped, silently of course, that you'd just say fuck it. Sober minded as him to fuck you because he'd deliver no doubt. He'd be more than happy to do it. “Yeah, I could eat.”

He sounds distracted and he is. Rightfully so, because you've just discarded the tiny pair of panties to pull on an equally small bikini bottom. Giving him a pretty good look at your ass and the way it jiggled with each tug of fabric.

“Great. I'll get us something. You're not going to be bored, right?” Arm wrapped around your chest to shield your breasts from him, you toss the bikini top around in your other hand, attempting to untangle the stringy garment.

Jungkook can't even focus enough to answer you properly. He's more concerned with the growing bulge between his legs and whether or not you can tell how turned on he is right now. You do notice, but it's way much more fun to see the uncomfortable shift of his hips, the hesitant tug at the end of his shirt, and the dust of pink in his cheeks than indulging him right now.

Taking your time to secure the bikini top on to your body, you don't pull your gaze from him. And you love the tiny pout that appears on his face once your tits are disappearing from his view. You make a big show of leaning over to reach for the robe you strategically set behind him, chest in his face.

He's letting out a laugh, hands reaching out to find your waist. They're cool against your warm skin, paired with the smile you can easily feel your body heating up. He's looking at you through hooded eyes, almost as if he could devour you at any moment. “You're messing with me, huh?” Gently tugging you onto his lap, hands sliding down the sides of your body and onto your bare thighs.

You're used to being seated on his lap. It's your favorite place to be, honestly. But, with the lack of layers between the two of you, there's nothing to shield you from the very prominent bulge pushing against his pants. Pressed firmly against your core, just one calculated shift of your hips and he'd be nudging against your clit.

And with that shit-eating grin on his face, it's obvious he knows it. Definitely not one to give up control so easily, you're the first one to shift. Eyes fluttering from the drag of his length against your slit, having to force back a moan as your hands tangle themselves in his soft hair. Shooting a well-practiced look of innocence in his direction, you let a soft smile push on to your features.

“Of course not. Why would I mess with you?” He's rolling his eyes instantly, sitting up to press his forehead against yours. Lips stretched into a teasing smile, hands secured tight on your thighs. Easily using his grip to hold your body against his. “Are you sure about that?”

His voice is so deep and unbelievably sensual, you have to physically stop yourself from ripping his pants off and riding him in this dressing room. With a giggle and a shrug, you're hopping off of his lap. Leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Guess you'll never know,” You say, turning to the perfectly timed knock at the door, calling you on to set.

Jungkook is letting out a huff, used to the blue-ball feeling at this point. He doesn't say anything as he stands from his spot, following you out of the room and on to set where they want you. Watching quietly as you're told to pose. Not being able to tear his eyes from you and how good you look in that way too small bikini.

He has always been a huge fan of your confidence. Loved the way you were always so sure of yourself. Loved how you walked, how you talked, how you acted as the entire world belonged to you. It would if he had any say in it. That had to be the first thing he found himself attracted to when he first spoke to you. How confident you were even just speaking to some stranger online.

Conversations seemed to flow with you because you never second-guessed yourself, you never hesitated. You were you all of the time and he loved that. He felt like he didn't have to guess anymore, although it took some time to figure you out, now that he knew you he felt like he actually knew you. He loved that.

The way that he got to know you, the pace that you set for your own reasons really forced him to take his time with you. Not like it was a bad thing. It wasn't bad at all. Because he wasn't in such a rush to kiss you, feel you, fuck you. He was able to enjoy the experience of knowing you. Learning you. Falling in love with you.

All before sleeping with you. 

Literal chills run down his spine when your gaze meets his. Laid flat on your back with the photographer over you, finger snapping pictures insistently. You've got this real sexy look in your eyes, gaze trained on his. Shooting a kiss in his direction and he feels his cheeks darken at the act.

Unsure when exactly he became so easy, but here he was an absolute blushing mess all because his pretty girlfriend decided to blow him a kiss. 

He finds himself sitting at the edge of the seat. Waited with bated breath for the moment you'll look at him again, granting him any ounce of attention to make his heart flutter. And instantly perking up when you're allowed a break. Grinning wide when you're making your way over to him, your long robe draped over your shoulders.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Taking your rightful place on his lap without a second of hesitation. Fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck and forehead leaning down to bump against his.

Jungkook allows his fingers to creep beneath your robe, landing directly on your ass. Gently using his grip to pull you closer to him. “You look really good,” He's hard again and it's all your fault. Desperate for some type of attention, he can't help the way his hips lift toward you.

You ignore the movement. “Thank you.” Nails scraping against his scalp gently, knowing how much he likes when you have your fingers in his hair. “I saw the way you were looking at me. Kinda makes me wonder what we'd do if we didn't have an audience,” Words barely above a whisper, but he's hearing you loud and clear.

Every syllable going straight to his cock. He can't even think of what to say, mind reeling of all the possible things the two of you could be doing if you were alone. He wanted to taste you. Has been craving it since the first time he had you upon his face. And fuck, you always looked so good with his cock in your mouth. Jungkook loved to see how determined you were to swallow him down.

Or he could fuck you... on one of these plush circle sofas. Stretch you out and make you whine for him. Tell him how good he's making you feel. For the first time. Have you call out his name while you cum, squirming underneath him.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you?” Voice so sweet by his ear, lips grazing over the shell of it. He's on the verge of losing it while you're just enjoying yourself teasing him. Dark eyes find yours, clouded with lust and a type of need that you've never seen before. Without a word, he's nodding his head, teeth cutting into his lower lip.

A grin pushes onto your features, hand reaching up to push the hair in front of his face back. “Should we go straight home after this, then?” The pounding of your heart only picks up, knowing exactly what you're about to hint at. Yet, you've never been more sure of anything in your life.

You wanted Jungkook. You've always wanted him, but no more than ever. In ways that you never really cared to explore before him and now it's like if you don't do something about it, you'd surely explode. You wanted him to be your first. No need for the dramatics or specialties, it was simple.

Jungkook was the one you wanted to fuck for the first time. “I can't stop thinking about how good it'll feel to feel you... you know?” Brow raised with your hand between your legs, resting flat against the no doubt painful bulge in his pants. His eyes are all but popping out of his head. “Do you want to?”

He knows what you mean. The look in your eye giving way to the fact that you're speaking more than what you've been doing all along. You wanted to do more and you were sure of it. You're not nervous or hesitant, so sure of yourself like you've always been. You wouldn't have said anything if you weren't. 

“Y-yeah. I want to.” 

MAY 16TH, 2020 | 17:03

Jimin was never a fan of museums. Not once did he think 'Oh, let's go check out this old painting that a bunch of dudes hung on a wall!'. He didn't care for them and didn't understand the hype at all. Would never be caught dead in one... unless his friend's relationship was at stake and an annoying boy with a pretty smile was dragging him into some elaborate ploy to get them together.

Only in that situation would Jimin pull out his beret and tweed jacket and drive the whole hour to the aging building. Hoseok in the front seat, chatting the entire way about how excited he was to check this place out but couldn't because of... circumstances.

He really said it like that, as if the two of them weren't more than aware of what the 'circumstances' were. That was the thing about Hobi, he liked to act like nothing was happening when literally everything was happening right in front of him. Brushed the entire argument off with Yoongi as if it was some fever dream and acted confused whenever someone asked him about it.

So wrapped up in not being seen as weak for caring, he just chose not to care. No matter how many times his friends assured them they didn't care what he did with his romantic lives... because it was literally not their business... he still kept up with the act. Which was why Jimin couldn't be so sure this plan would work.

Who's to say Hoseok wouldn't just act like he's bumping into a stranger and then turn the other way? That would do way more harm than good, hurting Yoongi way more than he needed right now. Especially since this was the first time he's gone out other than the studio in days.

Despite his worries, Jimin still goes along with the plan. Taehyung seemed sure of it, which had to mean that he knew something that he didn't. It would be fine. There was no way they could be put in a worse situation than they are now. Right?

The moment the two of them are entering the building, Hoseok is taking off in the direction of a piece he's excited to see. Jimin spends the entire time following close behind him, secretly texting Taehyung for the proper time that they can 'accidentally' cross paths. It had to be as natural as possible to keep from the two of them knowing that they've been set up.

A squinted glance across the room followed by the most believable 'Hey, isn't that...' and then absentmindedly leaving them alone so they can work out the problems that they have. It was a good plan. It was going to work. He just had to continue repeating it for it to be true, everything was going to go over just fine. Just perfect.

An hour... or six, according to Jimin pass before the long-awaited text is lighting up his phone. A one-worded message letting Jimin know where to head next. His newfound enthusiasm earns an eye raise from Hoseok, but nevertheless, he allows himself to be pulled in the direction of the next exhibit.

They're just halfway there before Jimin is stopping in his tracks, letting out a slightly forced gasp as his eyes widen. “Oh! Isn't that Taehyung... and Yoongi over there?” Hoseok's head snaps in the direction his friend is pointing, heart rate skyrocketing at the mere mention of the man's name.

Across the way, Taehyung is seen doing the exact same thing. Complete with a dramatic hand over his mouth and even wider eyes. Yoongi is not buying it, standing frozen with this scowl on his face as Hoseok and Jimin make their way over to where they're standing.

Oddly, Hobi doesn't seem reluctant to approach him. This was stupid, the avoiding each other, not talking when clearly they had a lot to talk about. While this would be his preferred method to handle things, he hated it when it came to Yoongi. All he wanted was to be close to him again and if that meant looking weak in front of his friends then so be it. He missed him.

He's prepared to say all of that, lay it all out for him, and try to work on mending things so they could get back to where they left off. The closer he gets though, the tighter Yoongi's throat gets. It feels like he's swallowed cotton balls and the sensation makes his eyes water. Heart pounding in his chest, getting louder with each step taken in his direction.

Until it's all too much to handle. Too scared to hear what Hoseok might have to say. Yoongi was out of line, he was the one in the wrong so there's no telling how upset Hoseok might be with him. He couldn't handle that. So, once he's close enough to speak Yoongi is taking off in the other direction. Running away and leaving the three men to stand there confused.

“Yoongi, wait!” Hoseok is calling after him, legs moving without giving him much of a say. Chasing after him like he should've done that night. Instead of walking away, he should've stayed. Made sure that he was okay, tried to make things better. He had been too negligent in their relationship, ignored a lot of the things that bothered him. And this was where they ended up.

He had no intention of doing that now.

Hoseok chases him until his feet ache and then a few feet after that. Catching him outside just a few blocks away from the museum. He can't help the laugh that falls from his lips when Yoongi is stopping to catch his breath, taking careful steps in his direction. “Yoongi, please stop running. I just want to talk to you.”

Too tired to keep up with the chase even if he wanted to, Yoongi is standing. This awful sad look on his face that he tries to mask with a frown, arms crossed over his chest. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Stubborn was fine. Hobi had no problem with dealing with stubbornness. At least he was talking to him. And in this case, he didn't need him to say anything. “That's okay. I have a lot to say to you. Starting with, I'm sorry.” He's moving closer to him, carefully. Not wanting to overstep and set him running again.

“I should've been more considerate of your feelings, Yoongi. You told me you didn't want to keep us a secret and I didn't listen. I'm sorry for making you feel like I wasn't proud of being with you because I am. I love being with you. I just... I didn't think it was that big of a deal? And I didn't want everyone in our business, but I was selfish and should've paid more attention to you.”

He's had a lot of time to think of what he has done and how he could make things better between the both of them. Had practiced his apology a dozen times in the mirror and then a dozen more. The real problem was working up the courage to take the first step. So seeing him here, whether or not it was a real coincidence, there was no better timing than now.

Somewhere within his apology, Yoongi seems to soften. Arms dropping to his side as he listens to what is being said to him. This whole thing, the base of their fight really could've been resolved easily. There's no doubt about that. But when pride and egos get invoked everything becomes a huge mess. But seeing Hoseok in an almost vulnerable state was new, it was nice in a weird way.

But Hobi wasn't the only one in the wrong. Yoongi knew that. “I'm sorry too...I shouldn't have tried to make you jealous. I knew how you felt and I ignored that because it wasn't what I wanted. I could've been more considerate too, it wasn't just you.” A huge smile is breaking on to Hoseok's face, taking the last few steps to close the space between them. He's landing a large hand on the side of Yoongi's neck, thumb stroking against his skin.

“Can we get back together? I don't like not being with you.” His lower lip is jutting out in the cutest little pout, Yoongi can't help but smile at him. Eyes rolling playfully as he nods his head, accepting the eager kiss that's placed on his lips.

Strong arms wrapping around his body and pulling him close. Kissing him in the middle of the street, for everyone to see.

MAY 16TH, 2020 | 21:11

Jungkook kisses you hungrily, hands roaming around your body with purpose. That being, getting you undressed as quickly as possible. You're giving him the same treatment, teeth and tongue clashing as you fumble with the buckle of his belt. Barely entering his house before his mouth was pressed against yours, not parting for more than a second since then.

He's lifting your body onto his with ease, carrying you up the stairs and into the bedroom. The shirt that he had been wearing was left in the doorway along with your jeans and jacket. Setting you down on the bed, he takes a moment to admire you. Lipstick smudged and eyes sparkling. Your hair fanned around your head against the pillow. The rise and fall of your chest, the longer he looks at you the harder it gets to believe that you're his.

Leaning down, his face finds the crook of your neck. Hands spread your legs apart so he's able to fit between them nicely. Sucking a trail of wet kisses down the length of your neck, he's so hard pressed against you. Harder than you've ever felt him before and you're sure it comes with the anticipation of what's to come.

His fingers are tangled in your hair holding your head steady as he leaves marks against your neck. He's being cautious, careful despite his desires. Not wanting to push you too far or do too much too soon, but all you wanted was him. And you didn't want to go slow. Had done more than enough pussyfooting to last you a lifetime, you just wanted him now.

Plain and simple.

Hands work to unfasten the button on his jeans, tugging them down with motion straying far from being fluid. He laughs at your struggle, pulling back into a kneel. His large hand coming down to replace yours, watching you through a hooded gaze while dragging them down the rest of the way. It had been pretty obvious how hard he was through the fabric of his jeans, but even more so through the thin layering of briefs.

Jungkook was big, that much you already knew. Impressive even when soft and you've never seen him this hard before. Was it all going to fit inside of you? Had trouble taking just two fingers of his and he was much thicker than that. The thought of trying, though, having him stretch you out has a familiar warmth pooling between your legs. A determination settling in your chest. You wanted to be able to take him. Need to.

He's reaching for the hem of your shirt, mumbling something out about fairness. And with a quick lift, your shirt is being tossed somewhere behind him. Large hands cup your breasts, body moving to settle back between your legs. Thumb experimentally rubbing against your nipple through the thin lace and it's not enough.

It seems he has the ability to read your mind with the quickness of the way he reaches behind you, fingering at the clasps of your bra. Moving it out of the way until your breasts are resting freely on your chest. The soft moan that falls from his lips has your walls clenching around nothing. An even louder moan emitting from the back of your throat as his lips wrap around the hardened bud.

“Jungkook,” You gasp. Teeth sinking into your skin while his fingers work the other side into a peak. 

He has been embarrassingly hard this entire day and the sweet moans that leave your glossed lips do nothing but add to that. Absentmindedly his hips rut against yours, thick cock brushing against your wet core, covered by the flimsy material of his panties. It almost hurt how bad he wanted you. Mind reeling with different ways he could take you, but he was so anxious about fucking it up he seemed to be playing it safe.

And you could tell. Even the usually frantic thrusts of his hips were calculated, just barely missing your clit and not nearly as hard as normal. His mouth is releasing from around your nipple to leave a trail of wet kisses down your body, tongue painting wet streaks against your skin. But you're stopping him before he can fit his head between your legs.

“Wait. I-I want to feel you... I want to make you feel good first,” Just as much as this was something big for you, you wanted it to be the same for him. It was not only your first time ever, it was also his first time with you. It should be fun for him too, right?

His eyes are widening as if you just suggested something as bizarre as nude bungee jumping, but the sound of your giggle has his body relaxing almost instantly. He watches as you sit up, arms wrapped around his neck. Kissing him fervently, hands knotting in the soft curls of his hair.

Warm tongue parting his lips, coaxing him into a kiss that can only be described as sloppy. Teeth grazing against his lower lip while your hand palms him through his briefs, his lips fall from yours to let out a low groan. Head dropping to watch the way your hand moves against him. “Fuck,” He sighs out almost in disbelief. 

Soft curses fall from his lips as your grip tightens around him, more pressure applied to the movements of your palm. He's moving his hips along with your hand, eyes fluttering and head bowed. Trying so hard to watch the way your fingers squeeze around him, but it's too hard to concentrate on anything but how good you were making him feel.

“You're so big, Kookie. What do you want me to do?” Voice laced with seduction, it's hot enough to make his cock twitch. If you kept on like that, it won't be long before he's blowing his load. Before even taking his boxers off, how embarrassing. 

He doesn't need to think, because he knows what he wants. Has thought about it on more than one occasion and wanted to try his chances tonight. “I... touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself,” There's obvious strain in his voice, trying to create a coherent sentence through breathy moans.

His request catches you off guard, so sure that he'd ask you to suck him off or something that would be beneficial to him. But you don't protest, the thought of him watching you do something supposedly private egging you on. It was hot, him wanting to watch you. And it was no secret how inclined you were to giving Jungkook exactly what he wanted.

You're laying on your back once again, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. Making a big show of taking them off, loving the way his eyes follow the material down your legs before he's dragging his gaze up to your bare pussy. Glistening with arousal all pink and pretty.

“Like this?” Middle finger tapping against your clit, body tensing at the contact. Jungkook kneels beside you, breath caught in his throat. Not daring to look away as your finger lightly moves over your clit. “Harder,” He whines, realizing you're teasing him with how gentle you're being.

Giggling softly, you apply more pressure, rubbing perfect figure eights into the little bundle of nerves. His lower lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed and eyes focused. He looks so hot, gently stroking himself. Cautious in his movements so he's not pushing himself too far too soon.

He watches with bated breath as your hand slips lower between your legs, finger teasing your entrance with your eyes trained on his. Your jaw falls slack as soon as the digit pushes past your walls, eyes fluttering as a soft whimper of his name leaves your lips. “Holy shit.” He groans, picking up the pace of his hand as you do the same.

Not sure if it's the fact that he's watching you or the sight of him getting himself off to the sight of you, but you're speeding toward the edge quicker than you expect. Finger curling up into yourself, just barely grazing the rough patch of skin deep within. The heel of your palm nudging against your clit with a timed accuracy. Back arching as your whines grow louder.

“Fuck. Are you gonna cum?” Wildly in tune with your body, you can't even think to deny it. “Touch me,” You plead and he doesn't need to be told twice. Springing forward and landing his fingers on your clit, rolling it around underneath his touch. Your free hand lifts to wrap around his length, wrists twisting rhythmically. You feel the stutter of his fingers from the effects of your touch. 

All at once, the pressure built in your belly is snapping. Walls clenching around your fingers as your legs shake, eyes blurring as your orgasm washes over you. Jungkook's fingers are quick to replace yours the moment you're pulling out. Pushing deep inside of you and teasing your gspot. Just barely come down and you're already being thrust into a second orgasm, hands flying to grip his forearms.

“Jungkook, fuck. Please, please...” No idea what you're begging for, but the last thing you want is for this feeling to stop. He watches the way your hips move, fucking yourself on his fingers while your arousal leaks out your tight hole. Fists gripping the sheets as you squirm.

He doesn't pull back until your body is relaxing against the mattress, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. His fingers are wet with your juices, shining in the dull light of the bedroom. Quick to push them past his lips, moaning at the sweet taste of you coating his tongue.

Through hooded eyes, you watch the way his tongue moves between his fingers. Lapping up every last drop of you. As if he had just finished a five-course meal.

“You taste so good, baby.” He's mumbling out, a shy smile pushing onto his lips realizing that you've been watching him. Lowering himself between your legs, wet fingers pushing your hair out of your face. “Are you good to continue?” He smells like you and tastes like you when you lean up to kiss him.

You'd be crazy to say no, knowing how badly he wanted you. How badly you wanted him. The quick nod of your head is all he needs to cover your lips with his one last time, before lowering his body until his face is just inches from your throbbing clit. “Could spend all day down here,” He laughs out, soft lips pressing a wet kiss against your clit.

He doesn't need you to walk you through it, has paid you enough attention to know what you like. Diving it without an ounce of hesitance, tongue lapping against your wet hole. The tip of his nose pressed firmly against your clit, bumping against it so deliciously it has to be on purpose. He's got a tight grip on your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide for him.

Whiny moans vibrate against your pussy as he sucks your folds into his mouth, hand reaching for your clit. Pressing against it more deliberately, rolling it between his fingers as he works his tongue into your tight whole. Moving like a man starved, his groans are just as loud as your moans. Fingers gripping his hair to keep his head in place, hips lifting to meet the swirls of his tongue.

So wrapped in how good he's making you feel, you almost miss the steady rut of his hips. Shamelessly grinding his throbbing cock against the bedsheets. As if he's buried deep inside of you. With his tongue flat against your clit, he's pushing two fingers past your walls. Curling them deep inside of you. And you're seeing stars, back arching off the bed as a loud cry of his name falls from your lips.

Your entire body is on fire, legs shaking while your arousal flows out of you. His fingers continue to move at a steady pace, tongue flicking slowly against your clit until your loud moans are turning into desperate whines. Lips, chin, and nose shiny with your arousal, and all he does is smile. This big toothy grin that makes your heart flutter.

Just about delirious from coming three times in a row... and he hasn't even fucked you yet. God, you wanted him to fuck you. And you could tell he was holding back from doing just that, precum leaking from the tip of his cock staining the sheets. He wanted you too. But he was stalling.

His fingers move between your legs again, teasing your slit as he leans his head back down between your legs. Ready to make you cum with his mouth again. Your cunt throbs with overstimulation, positive that you wouldn't be able to take much more and you wanted to feel him before you were out for the count.

“F-fuck me, Jungkook. Please, I'm ready.” Fingers at his bangs, pushing them back so you can get a good look at his face. The way his movements stutter to a stop, eyes widening just slightly.

But he nods, kneeling back on his knees. Raking his own fingers through his hair, desperately trying to calm the nervous tick in his heart. You were so perfect. Laying beneath him, ready for him to fuck you. And there was nothing else he wanted to do, but he couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety over it.

It was your first time after all. What if he fucked it up? Ruined it for you and then every single time you thought back to this moment you were filled with nothing but distaste. He just wanted to be perfect for you. And with the way you were looking at him, he felt like he could be. Felt like you thought he might be.

That was something, right?

“O-okay. Uhm...let me get a condom,” Clearing his throat awkwardly, he's cursing himself a million times for not sounding as confident as he should. With a huff, he's leaning over to reach for the bedside table, fishing through the drawer until his fingers are meeting the tiny foil packet.

He puts it on away from you, not wanting you to see him fumble with it due to the nervous shake of his fingers. Once it's secure in place he's moving back between your legs, nearly choking at the sultry look on your face. Long legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer.

And he feels like he can't breathe.

With his chest pressed against yours, you can feel the hammer of his heart almost perfectly. That paired with the flushed look on your face is enough to make you pull back, getting a better look at his face. “Are you alright? Your heart's beating so fast.”

“Yeah, I'm just nervous. Fuck and I don't even know why...” He's laughing at himself with a shake of his head. It was you. He shouldn't be nervous around you. Always felt so comfortable, so sure when he was with you.

But this was big. This was your first time and he felt like he had to be different for some reason. Better? Yet, little did he know he was exactly the way that you wanted. Just being himself. “Do you want to stop?”

He's shaking his head quickly, eyes widening as he reaches back to tighten your legs around his waist. “No! No. I want to feel you... you look so good,” The last part of his sentence comes out as a whine, his hips lifting to meet yours. The action alone pulling a soft moan from your lips. Almost knocking your train of thought from your head.

“If you're nervous...”

Jungkook is quick to cut you off with a kiss, fingers moving between your legs. Middle finger tapping against your clit before he's drawing circles over it. “Shh, shh... I'm fine.” His words are murmured against your lips, tongue jutting out to swipe over your lower lip. And with the insistent push of his cock against your thigh, you're convinced.

“Okay.” He's smiling, leaning back to take hold of himself. Large palm wrapping around his length, lining himself up with your slick entrance. Breathing out heavily before he's lifting his gaze to meet yours. “You ready?”

Legs spreading in response, you're quick to nod your head. Hands braced on either side of his torso, body laid flat on the mattress. “Mhm.”

Extremely cautious with the way he pushes past your walls, allowing you to feel every inch of him as you stretch for him. It's foreign and a little uncomfortable, he's taking his time, being careful not to hurt you. Stopping halfway to give you a chance to catch your breath, thumb rubbing circles against your clit as an attempt to soothe you.

It brings a bit of the pleasure back, but your eyes remained squeezed shut, blunt nails pressed into his skin. With his head bowed, he's allowing a glob of saliva fall from his lips and onto your pussy, treating it like a lube as he pushes the last few inches inside of you.

You can tell he's holding back, cheeks burned red, and brows furrowed. He's got a tight grip on the sheets above your head, the thick vein at the side of his neck throbbing. Slowly, he's dragging his hips back, pushing back in roughly.

“Fuck, Jungkook.” You gasp, surprised by the pleasure that mixes with the painful stretch. He repeats the action a few more times until he's feeling you loosen around him. But you're still squeezing him so tight. “You're so fucking tight, baby.” He whines, desperate to go faster, harder. Be greedy. 

He's pulling back until his mushroom head is catching against your hole, pushing forward with a loud whine. “I'm gonna cum. Fuck, you feel so good.” You're opening up nicely for him now, his cock slipping past your walls with ease and it's too good to bare. For both of you.

Much different from your fingers or his. And you're not ready for it to end yet. “Not yet.” You groan, fingers holding his hips steady you lift up to take control of the pace. Moving a lot slower, giving him the chance to collect himself. “Hold it, Kookie. Be good for me,”

Your words flip something deep inside him, turning on the compliance inside of him. He wanted to be good for you. Of course, he did, he always did. But hearing you say it just made him desire it more. But at the same time, he was right there. It would be hard to hold back, no matter how much he wanted to.

“I-I can't... Yn, baby.” Soft whines hit the shell of your ear, the grip he holds on your hips tightening, trying to get you to move faster. His face buried in the crook of your neck, sucking sloppy kisses into your skin. All while rutting against you urgently, clutching on to every bit of self-control he has not to finish until your say so.

And you can't help but enjoy it. Having him come apart for you like this. Fingers moving quickly over your clit, whining each time your walls clench around him. It's not long before the pressure is building in your stomach once again, your moans growing high pitched as his frantic thrusts become stuttered.

His head lifts, lips covering yours. His breathy moans dying on your tongue, growing as he feels the beginning effects of you cumming around him. With the flutter of your walls and the shake of your legs around him, he can't hold back anymore. “I'm...” He tries to warn you but is a second too late, already feeling the condom expanding inside of you.

Pretty moans fall from his lips as he cums, fingers continuing their movement between your legs through it all. He cums long and loudly, untimed thrusts hitting against your hips. Your fingers toy with his hair until he's calming down, placing soft kisses against the inches of skin you can reach.

He finishes with a curse, arms giving out and body collapsing onto yours. He's breathing heavily against you, vision blurry and sweat sticking your skin together. But you have no desire to move, enjoying the hammer of his heart against your chest. It matches yours.

It takes him a few moments to come to his senses, pulling out slowly when he does. You feel every inch of him on the way out, a soft moan following. He's quiet with discarded the used condom, cheeks flaming red paired with a dopey smile on his lips.

“What?” You laugh after the third time catching him staring, looking away with blushed cheeks. A soft chuckle falls from his lips, shoulders shrugging as he reaches for you. Gently tugging you into his embrace. “Nothing. I just... liked that?” His cheeks darken, eyes lifting to inspect the ceiling.

Insane how he quickly he could turn into this cute guy afraid of eye contact just seconds after begging you to let him cum. “Me too.” The tips of his fingers mindlessly trace the indents his abs make on his stomach. “It was perfect,” A large smile splits your lips, nodding your head at your own words.

Perfect was the best way to describe it. And it had everything to do with the fact that it was with him, save for anything else that occurred. It was perfect because it was Jungkook. Your head bobs in another affirmative nod, hand lifting to touch his cheek, turning his head down to you.

Kissing him sweetly for a moment, waking the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. A welcome feeling that comes each and every time his lips are on you. As if it were the first time. Everything felt like the first time when it was with Jungkook. “Yeah,” The grin grows on your lips, arms wrapping around his body and head finding his shoulder.

There's not a single thing you'd change about him. About you. About the two of you together. It was exactly what you wanted. 

“Just perfect,”

— known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

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