#someone else across from me also thought I was bummed out but one they were school kids trying to help and two THEY FUCKING ASKED

[bibiana112]

Everyone's always so mad over unsolicited criticism but you know what makes me furious? Unsolicited comfort. Me simply not expressing myself the same way as you is not a sign that I'm depressed and in desperate need for you to come to my rescue, it is not an invitation for you to act like my one pillar of reliability or to act like my friend when you do not know my life, do not know wether I do have support, do not know I chose to be in this position you feel so uncomfortable looking at and on god you just don't get to pity me for living my fucking life the way I want to

[jpitha]

Yet Another Writing Advice Post

I'm about to type about some stuff about writing. It's pretty Meta and feel free to skip this one if you're waiting for more about Gord and Fen, that's coming soon. It's not for anyone specifically, it's for me mostly, but you might get something out of it too.

As a writer - especially as an amateur writer who eventually wants to get paid for writing - one of the things I struggle with is what am I writing for? Is it just for me? Is it for my readers? Is it for sale?

Lots of writing advice for newbies boils down to "write the things you want to read, do it your way, fuck the haters."

This is good.

I mean it. It's going to sounds like I don't agree with it, so I'm saying right here off the jump, if you're just starting out, this is an unalloyed good. Write what you want how you want.

But.

If you want to write things that other people will read - not even writing things that people will pay you for - you also need to expand your skills. You should get better at writing. So as to not waste your readers time, but also so that you're better able to translate what's in your head into words on a screen/page so that others can see the cool as fuck things you thought up.

The only way to get good at something is to be bad at it for a long time.

It's hard for me to remember this. Every expert that you see, every skilled creation you come across was made by a person who did piles and piles and piles of terrible art first. I hate this! I don't want to suck, I never want that.

That does not make it untrue however.

I am a mediocre writer.

I am not saying this to fish for compliments, or to get positive reinforcement. It's the truth. I am trying every day to get better - and I am getting better! It's one of the reasons I like rewriting my old stuff. But, me assuming I am A Good Writer Now is pure hubris.

In an attempt to get better, I joined an online writing group. (I don't think anyone from there reads this Tumblr, but if they do, Hi!) Everyone in that group is skilled, probably more skilled than me. That's normal and to be expected. Everyone is good about offering crits and nobody is mean, but also it's not a hugbox. We're all there to get better and write.

Last week I put more effort into an entry than I think I have ever done. I spent real time on it, worked methodically, had a plan, even sought out folks to beta read. Like, I put in the work.

I still didn't win.

The winning entry was one that was almost utterly opaque to me. It wasn't "well that's not for me, but I can see how they'd win," it was pure "I don't like this and I don't understand why they'd win, and yet, here we are"

Why do I mention this?

Well, for one, I'm disappointed that I didn't win. The judges did give me crits on my entry, which was nice, but it wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. This is also fine, change takes time. But additionally the things they didn't like were things that I added on purpose. It's important to remember when receiving crits that you don't have to change what you do. It's just like, their opinion man. Brush off crits at your own peril however. They show what others who read your work expected to find and didn't.

It's normal to be sad that you worked hard on something only to find out it wasn't what the judges wanted to read. It's normal to be bummed to realize you aren't as good as you thought you were, and/or that you still have a long way to go.

But then what?

Do you change what your style? Try and write something that you think will appeal? Do you stick to your guns and say "I know what I like, and I will continue to write what I like?"

In the end, you have to decide why you are writing (or drawing or painting or weaving or whatever.) You have to decide who your audience is.

If it's just you? Keep on keeping on, go nuts! Make art however the hell you want. You are an artist, it's still art, you are legitimate.

If it's someone else? Then yeah, maybe work to drift towards something that the like. There's nothing wrong with a little pandering - to a point.

Is it to sell? Now, we're getting into the meat of things. If you want to make a go at doing this full time and making it a jobbity job, you have to start looking at your craft with a much sharper eye. You have to watch trends, follow bandwagons, do the things that bring eyeballs and wallets. Is it distasteful? It can be. Is it necessary? If you want to make money, yeah, unfortunately it is. Do you have to? Nah, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but do it with clear eyes about your prospects vis a vis the publishing world.

As for me?

I once thought that I could get some books published and make a tidy side income. Now? I'm not so sure. I still have it as a 2024 goal to be published anywhere, but I'm pretty sure that if I do get a book out, it'll be self published. I have friends who have agents and who have traditionally published books and the whole process is hard and depressing and not fun.

[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 12

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,274

Part 11 ←→ Part 13

Masterlist

Beth had found herself visiting Steve most nights after school when he didn’t have work. She had become obsessed. She didn’t want to use that term, it made her sound crazy, but she just could not get enough of the brunette boy. That was how she found herself on his couch, him spooning her from behind, a hand tracing up and down her side. Something she learned was Steves house was eerily empty, the fact they were alone staring her straight in the face. She couldn’t help but wonder if he expected more considering they had the whole house just to themselves.

She had barely watched the movie because she worried he expected something. As comfortable as she was with him, she still hadn’t come to terms with her size. Letting Steve see her, really see her, she couldn’t fathom it. So even though his mouth was slowly grazing her neck, closing soft and slow kisses against it, and her thighs were pressed together so tightly it hurt, she couldn’t help but be scared. She hated that she wanted him so badly, yet her head wouldn’t let her follow through. It had to be unfair, some cruel trick of fate, to want to give yourself to someone so badly and never be able to bring yourself to do it. How could she be so turned on, so in love, and so scared all at the same time?

She feared she could never give herself to him, and she feared he would view it as her not trusting him. That wasn’t the case, she trusted him more than anyone, she just figured she was broken. That the harsh words of her past had ruined her completely and she could never enjoy the thing she so desperately wanted to do with Steve. Maybe she could never bring herself to it, and she would just have to accept being alone the rest of her life. The idea of him looking at her, no baggy clothes or practiced posture to hide, and deciding he couldn’t sleep with her because her size grossed him out. That would be the worst heartbreak of her life.

“You seem sad baby” Steve said, warm mouth against her neck. Beth sighed as she rolled over to face him, legs tangling with his own.

“Todays the corvettes last day, it’s just bumming me out” she told him, a half truth. It was always sad putting the corvette away for the year, the snow about to come. She was just also sad that she couldn’t give herself to the boy beside her.

“Aw baby, I didn’t realize” he said as he tucked some fallen hair behind her ear. She was just so damn pretty. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her cute permanent pout.

“It’s okay, I didn’t want to make a big deal. Before I know it, it will be May and I can get her back” Beth told him, soft blush on her cheeks.

“We can go for a ride, maybe a picnic. We shouldn’t be in here just watching a movie if it’s your last day” he told her and finally a large grin cracked across her face.

“That sounds amazing Steve” she told him, heart fluttering with happiness.

“Yeah, let’s do it. I’ll make the sandwiches you find a blanket” he told her and before she could even nod he was pushing himself up, hovering over her, pecking her lips quickly, and rushing to the kitchen. She let out sweet giggles as he did this, amused by the beautiful boy.

“Steve I don’t know where a blanket would be” she called out after him and she could hear his laugh bellow from the kitchen.

“Should be one in my room sweetheart, upstairs, first door on the left” the idea of going into his room was enough to raise her heart rate but she obeyed, curious to see what it looked like.

As Beth made her way up and into his room she was shocked to see how checkered everything was. The curtains even matched the black and white stripes of his wall and she found herself giggling at it. Above his desk was picture of a corvette, maybe a year or two older than her own, and red. She smiled at the fact he had it on his wall despite not knowing much about cars. Right at the end of his bed was a blanket, the covers unmade, and for a moment she imagined him going to sleep there every night in this quiet and empty house. Yet before she could stop it the image of him and Nancy in the same bed flashed before her eyes and she felt her stomach drop. She could never give that to him.

“You find it?!” Steve called up the stairs and she snapped out of it, suddenly desperate to leave the room.

“Yeah, all set” she called back before rushing down the stairs and far away from her nightmare. By the time she reached the second to last step Steve was stadning at the bottom of the stairs, bag of food in his hand. She realized in this position they were the same height.

"Everything okay?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing together at how quickly she rushed to leave his room.

"You have a corvette on your wall" she grinned at him and he chuckled, hand reaching out to grab her own.

"Yeah, I guess some part of me always figured a corvette would show up in my life. Who would've thought a pretty girl was a part of the deal" he teased as he helped Beth down the last two steps and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re such a dork” she told him, leading him out the door. The fall breeze swept by them in an instant, shaking the bright orange leaves from the trees. Steve watched as the wind feathered through Beth’s hair, it drafting her perfume his way. The scent of roses and autumn air a perfect mix. Beth loved Steves house in the fall, surrounded by the forest full of beautiful colors. She was almost sad to leave.

“She’s so perfect in the fall” Beth commented as they climbed inside her car and she revved the engine to life. Steve smiled at her before reaching back and placing the food bag in the trunk. Beth slid in Electric Light Orchestra’s Face the Music cassette and let the music fill the car.

“You ready?” Steve asked and Beth nodded as she pulled the car into gear and took off. Steve laughed as she whipped down the country roads, leaves flying up behind them, and swirling through the air. The cruise was beautiful and exactly what Beth had wanted on the last day with her car.

Lovers Lake wasn’t too far from Steve’s house and it was mainly abandoned now that November had enveloped them. The weather was weeks away from turning into snow and Beth found herself wishing for just a moment she’d have Steve long enough to keep him when the snow melted again. Despite the chill the weather was beautiful, the wind sending ripples through the lake that slowly crashed against the shore. Beth watched as Steve flung the blanket to the ground between the shore and her corvette and sitting down.

“You coming?” he asked and she grinned before slipping down beside him. Steve used this time to unpack the sandwiches he had made along with two small bags of chips and two water bottles. So simple and yet so perfect.

“My parents used to have a lake house when I was a kid” Beth found herself saying after he had handed her a sandwich.

“Here?” he questioned but she shook her head.

“Lake Erie actually, we have family from Western New York and we would spend every summer at the lake house which was the perfect halfway point for us both” Beth told him, reminiscing of summers spent rushing through the sand with her cousins, popsicles melting down their chins, campfires that felt like they lasted all night.

“Western New York, how are you in Indiana?” Steve questioned, never really hearing much about people from out that way.

“My Dad and Mom wanted a fresh start when I was born, something different but not too far. Hawkins was just the first place they stumbled upon” Steve nodded as he considered this, surprised anyone would settle on Hawkins of all places but knowing the towns secrets it didn’t surprise him people could be drawn here.

“So you’re from New York?” he asked and Beth smiled and nodded.

“Born in Buffalo, crazy to think about right?” Steve nodded to agree, eyes settling back on the lake that in a few short months would be back in the spring, rippling from kids swimming and boats instead of the chilly wind.

“How come you don’t have the lake house anymore?” Steve asked, heart yearning for a memory like that. Most summers his parents shipped him off to some summer camp where they wouldn’t have to deal with him any longer.

“Couldn’t afford it, and my Dad couldn’t keep leaving the shop for months on end so we sold it. It’s funny though, anytime I was upset I wished I was there instead of my actual home. It’s crazy how something so small and seemingly insignificant can mean so much. If you added all of the time I spent at that lake house it would only equal two and half years out of the fifteen I spent going there” Steve turned back to Beth to see her eyes were trained on the water, clearly thinking about all the hurt she had been through all these years.

“Two years is not insignificant. Two years can mean so much. Two years ago Nancy gave me a rude awakening and because of that I’m so different from that guy I used to be” Steve told her and Beth turned back with a nostalgic smile on her face.

“I’m glad she did, or you probably wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now” Beth said, hand falling into his own and he sighed.

“I wish I’d been smarter. More kind, I hope you know that” Steve told her and Beth smiled, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss to his lips.

“I know, but now you have forever to make up for it” she told him, nose nudging with his own and he smiled.

“I’ll keep you forever if you let me” Steves words caused Beth’s breath to hitch and he just smiled wider, pecking her lips once more before pulling back and taking a bite of his sandwich.

She watched him and hoped that he was telling the truth. That she would be lucky enough to keep the one guy who made her feel worth something. If she found out any of his intentions weren't true she would be heart broken and probably never trust again. So she vowed she would try to give herself to him, even if it was months from now, she wanted to try not just for him but herself. Prove to herself that she could be 100% comfortable in her own skin with the guy who has done nothing to make her think his intentions were harmful or untrue. If she can do that then she was not as broken as she thought.

"Is this how you expected the last day with your corvette to be?" Steve after beat and Beth smiled before turning and looking at the car that had been freshly washed and vaccumed as of this morning, a full tank of gas future her would be thankful for.

"Yes, there is just one thing missing" Beth said lifting herslef to her feet. Steve watched as she moved to the corvette before sitting on the hood, nudging herself up before looking at him with a grin. "You coming?"

Steve scrambled to his feet, unsure of where she was going with this but when she had grabbed him by his belt loops before he could sit beside her and tugged him forward he realized exactly what she was going for. "I'm assuming this is a fantasy of yours?"

"Yeah, you trying to make it a reality?" she smirked and Steve wasted no time planting his lips on her own, her hands threading carefully through his hair as he leaned her back against the hood. A huge gust of wind blew against them, fluttering through Steve's jacket, and when Beth smiled he used this oppurtunity to run his tongue along her bottom lip that she allowed inside. It was the first time their kiss had been more than innocent and all either of them coud do was smile, working their upturned lips against each other as they tasted each other for the first time.

Nothing would ever compare to kissing Steve Harrington on the hood of a corvette, orange leaves baring the trees above him, wind toussling his hair as it blew by. Beth locked her legs around his waist, pulling his weight flush against her and she made herself focus on just kissing him and not the worries about her size, because even if tomororrow he looked at her and decided he didn't want to do this anymore she got this one a moment. A dream of hers that she had always wanted, someone to kiss her like they loved her back on the hood of her corvette. So she made out with him like a lovesick teenager and hoped that the world wouldn't take this one thing from her like it took everything else.

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a/n: sorta a filler chapter, next chapter will def have you more on the edge of your seat. hope you all are enjoying to so far <3

[acourtofthought]

I just came across something in the Pro Elain tag that almost looked like it was a rebuttal to my post (or maybe someone else's?) about the lack of depth Elain and Az have in their conversations as well as the fact that Elain and Az don't really challenge one another.

Which I still stand by. After two years, they still tiptoe around one another and speak with uncertainty which should not be the case if you've actually had meaningful conversations which leads to a real connection. They should be greeting one another with enthusiasm and a level of comfort.

Elain doesn't push Az to discuss anything that makes him uncomfortable and Az is the same with Elain. And no, those beautiful, in depth discussions would absolutely not happen off page if we were meant to see them falling for one another. No SJM main couple has ever fallen in love "off page" but apparently Az and Elain are the first? I don't buy that.

The post went on to say that Az has lied to Gwyn during conversation while he's never lied to Elain.

To that, I say au con·traire.

Az's entire personality around Elain is basically a lie. He's so sweet and gentle and polite with her, right? Yet that's not who Az is. Az scares Rhysand sometimes. I think there are over 10 references throughout the series as to the rage that exists within him. Rage that comes out around every other member of the IC BUT Elain though Rhys is still the only one who really understands the depths of it.

Az also waits until Elain leaves the room to really say what he thinks because he's not capable of telling her to her face. For two people who are apparently so comfortable around one another, he can't look her in the eye and mention that he doesn't like the idea of her going after the Trove? That's a lot bigger of a deal to me than a little white lie from telling someone you're just getting to know that your night was "fine" because you're not prepared to unload the fact that your High Lord pulled rank on you because you were about to make out with a female with a mate in the house who you couldn't even admit to having feelings for beyond your sexual fantasies but were prepared to risk a political alliance over because you're bummed out you didn't get to complete the trifecta of three brothers with three sisters.

I'm not saying Az can't be full of rage and also sweet but the fact is, he's not just one thing or the others. He's a combination of things yet he only shows the best parts of himself to Elain and that's not love. Love is opening yourself up and letting someone see the good, the bad, and the ugly.

An article from Psychology Today states:

"Most people begin their dating relationships by putting their proverbial “best foot” forward. We do this to entice the other person to like us and possibly fall for us. If the relationship succeeds the courtship typically declines over time as the routine sets in. The months may turn into years and eventually one or both people may claim, “You’re not who I thought you were.” Of course not, how can we possibly know each other when we’re selectively hiding particular aspects of our being?"

That's exactly what's going on with E/riel. Az is absolutely hiding a big part of himself from Elain and it's insane to think the little white lie he told Gwyn is a bigger deal than his entire situation with Elain.

[bullshit-bulltrue]

Hawk Talk

Okay so sorry if this is a little jumpy I'm having a so far two-day long anxiety attack anyway-

We got assigned seating in history and i got sat next to the biggest cunt wad i have ever met i fucking despise her and she's my desk partner

she was cordial and so was i but she has not fucking changed at all

And the cute boy from years ago is still cute and shy and such a sweetheart but he sits behind me ish and to the very far right

So I can't even look at him anymore without anyone noticing :(

And nyxie darling (@whennyxfallsinlove) was right, i was looking at him like a deer staring at headlights the first day because holy shit i REALLY *REALLY* liked him (still do) because he was one of the only genuine boys I met at the time and I was having a really difficult time and yk hanging out with him helped me out since things were happening in my home life that were difficult to say the least

So then the rest of class went smoothly

For math, there is no cute guys

But thats fine because I really like my teacher and he's taught ways to do math that are so much easier

Not only is he funny, but he also REALLY goes into depth of equations and helps out a lot!!

Sooo yeah

I had a mini heart attack bc after I left class I thought my phone fell outta my pocket but the pockets on my jeans are high (since the jeans are high-waisted duh) so it turns out my butt just didn't recognize the feeling since majority of my jeans don't have wider pocket space

But yeah

Anddd then I went to English class

And if you saw the recent small Hawk Talk posts of me interacting with nyxie, you'd know that there are two boys that are lowkey cute 👀

Idk they're cute by my standards but probably not everyone else's lmao

So I feel like I should call these guys smth??

So umm let's call one of them Baseball guy bc he likes baseball and I also didn't wanna ask his name but when I do, I'll probably make a nickname to refer to when I post about him

And the other we'll call D/Dee ig??

So yeah D was funny as usual

And the baseball guy talked more and lanie, him, and I were going through this box

It was a worry box and my English teacher (we'll call her Mrs. K) basically had a chest and put it at our table to write our worries on an index card and put it in there (anonymously, but some kids put their names so now we have Blackmail™️ . Probs won't need it, but it's good to have information on people)

And like she said that we could NOT under ANY circumstances go through it..

But we did 😘

So yeah that was fun because I didnt get caught

so i'm her favorite student while also being a little shit

🙃

So me and Lanie started following Cute Baseball Boy™️ to his locker because we're nosy bitches

But then I lost lanie so I sat on the floor until i was found like a 7-year-old who lost her mom at the supermarket

Aaand then we had lunch together !!

But then I found out she thought baseball guy is cute too :(

And idk how to feel about that

So I'd anything happens between them I'm gonna be kinda bummed bc I don't want her to get the wrong idea about me thinking he's cute

So im gonna have to find a way to not like him ig??

Or just keep shit to myself (with the intention of telling y'all every little detail)

Gonna je bummed if they start dating or smth but I'll be supportive nonetheless because they're both my friends and if they're happy then that's all that really matters to me

So anyway

Thus guy across from us at lunch was fucking hilarious

His friend kept putting a plate of school food someone forgot to throw away in his face and he let out the most high pitch ear piercing scream I have EVER heard lmaooo

Same bro, same

Felt that

And like I looked at him like wtf was that dude

And his eyes got SO wide

He kept frantically pointing to the girls that were sitting near him and even his friend 💀

So like that was funny

And then we got to gym !!

We didn't get to actually do anything :(

Basically what happened in PE: got gym clothes, got gym lockers (mine and lanie's are next to each other!!), and watched boys get play basketball (D was playing and he wasn't that bad)

Sooo yeah

Ik I said that I went basic white girl mode and watched the boys play

But like half the time I was just taking selfies on snap and scrolling through tumblr memes lmao

But the other half me and lanie were laughing at the boys clothes and haircuts bc they look like they rolled out of bed and asked a 5 year old to make their hair the shape of a fucking broccoli spout or whatever tf you call it

y'all it was that bad

(we also laughed abt that shit at lunch too)

Oh forgot something

While we were all going into the girl's locker room of the gym i thought lanie was right behind me but when i turned around i had to tilt my head up and look around for her head because she's way taller than me and she was at the very back of the crowd

So i went to the side and waited for her to get close to me

And she literally fucking said

L: damn girl i keep losing you, you're really speedy

Me: yeah i'm short but it means i walker faster than you, you're a fucking giant

L: well yeah to YOU. but like i'm tall enough to be your mom

And I lost it. I laughed so hard bc of the way she said it lol

Soo yeah that was the end of my school day

Hope you enjoyed <3

Oh and tagging people that wanted to hear about my day and/or have been reading my Hawk Talk posts (if you dont wanna be tagged lmk and i wont anymore, and lmk if u do wanna be tagged in the full day hawk talk posts!) : @cereal-is-a-soup100percent-true @whennyxfallsinlove @dizzeners @cau-lee-flower215 @sp1rit-realm

[brinacarpcnter]

𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐭 ⇢ 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏.

Who:��Sabrina Carpenter & Jalen Hurts ( @jalenh1 )

When: November 19, 2023

Where: Kansas City, Missouri 

Plot: Sabrina flies in to Kansas City to surprise Jalen and tells him how she truly feels about him.

Triggers: nsfw

SABRINA: After several months of going and back forth on what she wanted, Sabrina finally felt like she had the answer. And she wanted to tell Jalen in person, no less. She had to. There was simply no other way because she refused to do it over the phone. It wouldn’t have felt the same. Originally, she had made plans to be in Kansas City for his game on Monday and she told him so, but instead, she more or less lied and said she couldn’t anymore because of some work obligations that suddenly came up. However, it was all a ploy to surprise him much like he did to her a couple weeks ago. It only felt right. So, here she was — luggage in hand as she made her way through the team’s hotel and eventually found his room number. With a deep breath, Sabrina lifted her hand to knock on the door softly as she rocked back and forth on her heels; anticipating the moment when Jalen would finally open the door.

JALEN: Jalen was someone who typically always had his focus on one thing - the game, and nothing else would distract him from the most important thing: winning. But, when it came to the new girl in his life, he found himself thinking about her rather than tomorrow night’s matchup. He thought about how she was originally going to be there for what would arguably be the toughest game for him so far this season, but had to reluctantly back out due to other obligations. But, it wasn’t the lack of a good luck charm on his mind, it was Sabrina entirely. Spending time with her was something he had cherished lately, and to watch an opportunity slip away had him more disappointed than he may have been willing to admit to her. After all, it wasn’t her fault, so it didn’t feel right to show just how bummed out he had been when the plan was cut short. Lounging in his hotel room now, he settled down just before the knock on his door. Assuming it was someone from his team, he was quick to get up, reaching forward to open it before looking through the peephole. The petite frame of the musician came into view, and he couldn’t help but smile. “No way,” he said, shaking his head, grin spreading wide across his face. “You’re damn convincing.”

SABRINA: As soon as Jalen opened the door, the grin on Sabrina's face was impossible to hide when she saw his reaction to her being on the other side of the door. It was absolutely priceless. Telling him a little white lie was definitely the best thing she could've done. Without a word, she tossed her bag into the hotel room behind him and didn't hesitate to throw her arms around him while jumping into his own arms at the same time. It was easy to do so with their height difference, especially given how small she was. "I was planning to come the whole time. Just thought I'd surprise you like you did to me," Sabrina said with a soft laugh, finally pulling away to fully look him in the eyes. "Also, I more so wanted to come because I really need to tell you something that I don't know how much longer I can keep to myself. I don't know how you're gonna feel about it, but if I just keep holding it in, then it's not going to do me any good. I just hope you won't be surprised or mad, or anything." Sabrina was rambling, that much was obvious. But it was only because she was so damn nervous to finally let her feelings out.

JALEN: Jalen’s arms were out to meet her as she jumped up, comfortably fitting in his embrace. He held onto her as he listened to her speak, how she had planned the surprise from the beginning all thanks to the fib Jalen was quick to fall for. He couldn’t help but smile, as if he could grin any more. It meant a lot to him for her to return the favor, even if she had no need to, or that he was expecting her to. Yet, he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel. The more she spoke, however, the more that feeling turned to worry, like she was holding something back from him. He had no idea what it could be, and knew it wouldn’t be beneficial to run each and every theory through his mind, worrying him more. “Are you alright, though?” He had asked, the first thing to leave his lips. Ultimately, his concern was her, and that whatever she was harboring might have had her upset, in some shape or form. He couldn’t see it in her eyes, as she looked back up at him, but he didn’t want to assume anything. He made a few steps backwards before he turned to the direction of the bed, setting her down as he sat beside her. “I won’t be mad,” he assured her, quick to do so for someone who had no clue as to what she might reveal. “You’re safe with me. Promise you that.”

SABRINA: Sabrina was almost in disbelief at how perfect Jalen was. Constantly reassuring her, constantly making her smile and laugh, and the best part of all — making her genuinely happy. That happiness only shone through more when he eventually carried her to the bed in the middle of the hotel room and reassure her that she was safe with him. It was stupid, but she almost wanted to cry. "I—" Sabrina hesitated, not because she didn't want to admit her feelings anymore, but because she didn't know where to start or how to actually tell him. "I've been through a lot this year," she finally started, clearing her throat quietly. "And obviously a lot in the past several years, too. Just crazy shit constantly happening to me. One of them being how I was seeing a few people this year and I couldn't seem to figure out who I felt the strongest for. I've also just been fucking terrified to open myself up to someone new because of past trauma, but I'm more afraid if I don't, that I'll lose out on something that could potentially be really fucking great." The blonde briefly glanced down at her fingers as she absentmindedly played with them. "What I'm trying to say is... It's you. I think it's always been you, even if we haven't known each other very long. You're literally on my mind all the time and I'm missing you all the fucking time when we're not together. Like, my heart literally aches when I don't get to see you. I don't want anyone else but you at this point, Jay."

JALEN: Jalen made a point to listen, to not interrupt, to watch her as she spoke, to pick up on her body language. As she hesitated, he grew all the more nervous, but tried not to let it show. As someone who never got nervous, that was now out the window as he sat next to her, practically on the edge of his seat as she carried on. He nodded as he took in her words, preparing for her to let him down easy. For someone who was always trying to look for the best case scenario, to never let anything get him down, it was different for him to sit there expecting the worst. Her focus on her hands, and his focus on her, her next admission was enough to prove him completely wrong. Reaching forward, he took her hands in his, enveloping them as that bright smile returned to his face. “I really thought inviting you to that game after Burrow gave me your number was just for… fun, for us to both enjoy ourselves,” it was his turn to speak, and he spoke softly, his eyes on her. “And then I started missing you, too, when you weren't there. I don’t even remember the last time I felt that way about someone, just… wanting to see them all the time.” He never wanted to be selfish, especially when she wasn’t his to have, but he felt now was the time to speak the truth right back. “I just didn’t want to drag you away from anyone else, or whatever else, was making you happy, ‘cause… shit, just seeing you smile has made my days so much better. I could get off that field with a win and I just wanted to see you.” He moved one of his hands beneath her chin, propping it up to him. “I’ve wanted you, too, you know that, right? Had eyes for you this whole damn time.”

SABRINA: After Sabrina told Jalen how she was feeling, she couldn’t help but to feel relieved. Even if he didn’t end up feeling the same way, she was still glad she managed to get it off her chest and tell him. If she didn’t, she probably would’ve regretted it for the rest of her life. However, the thought of him possibly not feeling the same way immediately went out the window when he started explaining that he, too, felt just the same as she did. The blonde listened intently, now unable to keep the smile off her face as Jalen went into detail about he felt, never once breaking eye contact with him when he directed her to look up at him. And then, finally, finally when Sabrina got the confirmation that he wanted her, too, she was already getting up from her spot on the bed and climbing into his lap with ease. Sliding her arms around Jalen’s neck, she leaned in to kiss him like it was the last time she’d ever be able to. “I’m all yours… If you’ll have me,” she said after pulling away, but still allowing her lips to linger behind.

JALEN: Jalen knew he wouldn’t have regretted the words that left his lips. Now that Sabrina was speaking her mind, he knew it was only right to follow. She had been the only reason he had been holding back in the first place, keeping feelings locked away to himself thinking it had been in her best interest. It felt freeing to let go. After she had positioned herself on his lap, he chased her lips for a kiss, replaying her words in his head like a melody. “It’d be my honor,” he said, in fully honesty, his arms coming around her and pulling her in. As he spoke, his lips brushed against hers. “You think I was worth the trip?” He asked, knowing well enough her schedule was packed and she’d be going soon, but he didn’t want to think about that part. Not yet. “'Cause I think I’m leaving KC a winner now no matter what happens.”

SABRINA: As soon as Sabrina got the real confirmation from Jalen this time, she could do nothing but kiss him again. This time, with more fervor and need. And when she eventually pulled away to catch her breath, she found the quarterback staring right back at her as soon as she opened her eyes. A slight crimson blush fanned over her cheeks, suddenly feeling shy and bashful under his stare for the first time ever after the feelings they just shared with each other. Not to mention the sweet words from him that soon followed. “You’re worth every damn trip I make to wherever in the world you’re at, babe,” Sabrina spoke with full honesty, the big smile on her face never ceasing to dissipate at this point. “No matter the outcome of the game, you absolutely did win me over and that’s all that matters.”

JALEN: Jalen’s grin matched Sabrina’s, only ever fading as his lips met hers, and even then he smiled through the kiss. “All I could ever ask for.” He said, leaning back so he was comfortable against the mattress, using no strength to bring her down with him so her chest was touching his. Incredibly close, and just how he wanted it, knowing the next time they would have to part would be harder than the last. For now, he took in the moment, his hand absentmindedly tangling in her blonde hair as he pressed a kiss to her head. “You gotta leave after the game?” He finally brought himself to ask, knowing her schedule was just as busy as his own. “Best make every minute count.”

SABRINA: Sabrina smiled and let out a little squeal in surprise when Jalen laid back and had to use little effort in pulling her down with him. Everything was way too easy for him. The smile on her face soon turned into a grin as she adjusted herself on top of him so that she was now hovering above him. Though, the question he asked almost caught her off guard because it meant they had to face reality again soon. Sabrina wished they could just stay right here forever and not move an inch. That sounded like the better option than having to be apart from each other already after just making things official. The musician’s golden blonde hair fanned over her face as she looked down at Jalen, her soft pink lips forming into a pout. “Tuesday morning, I have to,” she said with a sigh. “But you’re right, we gotta make every minute with each other count.”

JALEN: Jalen sighed in return, almost knowing exactly what her answer was going to be, but hoping that he was wrong. Still, it was more than what he could ask for, and he was going to do just as he promised. “Every,” he repeated, his hands at the small of her back before he took a hold on her, flipping them over so she was now back against the mattress. Pressing his lips to her neck, he peppered soft kisses along her skin, “single,” he took her hands in his, intertwining their fingers before he positioned them above her head. His brown eyes were locked on her as he lifted himself back up for a brief moment, only to steal another kiss. “Minute." He mumbled the last word against her mouth, his fingertips now trailing down her sides, moving slowly until his hand rested at her thigh. “But if you’re too jet lagged… I get it.” Jalen teased, waiting on her reaction.

SABRINA: Sabrina’s eyebrows shot up towards her hairline when Jalen appeared to have started a sentence and didn’t finish it, then catching her off guard again by flipping them over so her back was no against the mattress. A quiet squeal in surprise escaped from her lips again, but it quickly turned into a soft moan when she felt his lips against her neck; seemingly beginning to finish his sentence. When Jalen pinned Sabrina’s above her head, a gasp soon followed when their lips met and she almost instantly leaned into it; craving more of him, his hands, and his mouth on her. “Please…” Sabrina was quick to beg, her voice coming out quieter than usual. “You’re all I want right now, I don’t give a fuck about anything else,” she said with fully transparency as she locked her arms around the quarterback’s neck, pulling him down to her lips again for another kiss. This time, it was much more desperate, and full of hunger and desire for her now boyfriend.

JALEN: Jalen knew even now he would never get tired of Sabrina, and every noise she made, from the adorable little squeals to the pretty moans that left her lips. As she pleaded, he smirked against her skin, soon lifting his head only to be pulled back in by the musician. The kiss was somehow even more passionate than before, both well aware that they would soon be apart again, and at the same time, aware that they’d return to each other. It was the first time it was solidified, that Jalen didn’t have to wonder if he was worth the attention she had been giving him. Still, despite adoring having her in those stadiums cheering him on, it was the one on one he truly began to cherish. Each moment away from Sabrina was more agonizing than the last, the blonde on his mind more than he could have ever predicted she would be. More than she could probably imagine. With her laying right in front of him, he was sure to keep his promises. “I’m all you want?” He asked, his voice matching her volume, as soft as the hands that rested on her body. “Tell me what you want from me, and it’s all yours, babygirl.”

SABRINA: “I’m pretty sure you already know exactly what I want,” Sabrina said, almost too quick for her own liking because it showed how desperate she was. With a slow lick of her lips, the music framed Jalen’s face with her soft hands and she pulled him down again for another little kiss that she let linger behind for a a moment longer. Then, Sabrina’s lips curved upward into a smirk as her hands traveled to the space between them where she grabbed his belt and selfishly pulled it through the loops, then onto the floor as fast as she could. “But in case you may need a little reminder… Want you to fuck me so hard that I don’t even know my name, don’t even know who the fuck I am. Only thing I want to know when you’re done with me is your name and how much of a slut I am for you.” And with that, Sabrina sealed it with a teasing grab of his bulge, but it only proved to backfire and tease her instead because of how hard he was already. And how badly she just wanted him inside of her already. “Please… I’ll do whatever you want.”

JALEN: Jalen could only hope she was right, that he knew exactly what she had wanted. He had a feeling their desires were on the same page as her hands moved from his face to his jeans, unbuckling his belt with no further hesitation. With every syllable that left her lips, he could feel himself grow harder, no effort on her part but her echoing just what she yearned for. And God, he wanted that, too. “You’ll do whatever I want?” He repeated, lifting his shirt over his head, creating a pile of clothes to be long forgotten about on the hotel room floor. “You don’t need to do a thing, princess. All you need to do is let me make you cum.” His words were like a promise, his hands on either side of her legs as he pushed them apart. Reaching up her skirt, the tips of his fingers ghosted over the fabric of her underwear before he stopped in his tracks. “Only thing you should do for me is take those off.”

SABRINA: It was like Sabrina lost all train of thought when Jalen pulled his shirt off; her blue eyes immediately admiring every muscle, dip, and curve that his toned, delicious body had to offer. Her mouth was literally salivating at the sight and she wouldn’t even be surprised if it was noticeable, either. Not that she really cared at this point; all that mattered was her boyfriend. Just the two of them with nothing but time until Tuesday. Finally, the blonde pulled herself out of her little trance when she heard Jalen’s voice speaking to her, the same smirk still on her face when he reminded her that she didn’t have to do anything. As much as she loved giving him attention, too, she was not about to turn down his current offer. The faintest gasp fell from Sabrina’s lips as she immediately reacted to the touch from Jalen’s hand just barely brushing against the delicate fabric of her panties. “What, your hands don’t work anymore?” She teased, but still obliged, nevertheless, and quickly slipped her panties off in one go. But instead of kicking them to the floor, she reached for them around her ankles and decided to bunch them up into a little ball to stuff inside Jalen’s back pocket. A little souvenir to remember the day by forever.

JALEN: Jalen could feel Sabrina’s blue eyes piercing into him, and it just urged him to continue, slowly, as if he were positioned in front of her just to tease. His own eyes met her smirk, eyeing her lips before moving up as a soft laugh escaped him in response to her comment. He easily could have done it himself, but once she leaned forward and slipped them in his back pocket, he knew he made the right decision. “Good girl,” he whispered, a gentle hand on her to push her back once more, just as he had planned and promised. Without any other word, not even a glance, he stood back up at the side of the bed until his knees met the floor, his hands reaching forward to grab Sabrina by her thighs. He handled her with ease, propping her legs up until his breath hit her just where she needed his tongue. “What was that you said earlier, babe?” Kissing on her inner thighs, his words muffled by her skin. “That you’re a slut for me? Gonna need you to prove it.”

SABRINA: As if being called ‘good girl’ wasn’t enough to have Sabrina coming done right then and there, then Jalen taking her by surprise by getting on his knees and pulling her down to him by her thighs certainly would. She knew exactly what was coming next and she couldn’t contain her excitement; nor the juices dripping down her thighs, at that. It was almost embarrassing how wet she was for him at this point and she was sure he knew it when he started kissing the skin along her inner thighs. Sabrina squirmed in place, her hands automatically coming to rest on his head to hopefully draw him in closer. The feeling of his facial hair scratching her soft skin was enough to have her falling over the edge, too. Jalen hadn’t even done anything yet and she was ready to combust. Though, she was incredibly frustrated with the way he kept teasing her instead of just giving her what she truly wanted. Sabrina whined, desperate to get his mouth closer to her center as she wiggled around in his hold. “Please,” the musician whined again as she propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view of Jalen between her thighs. “I need it, I need you so fucking much. Please… Look how fucking wet you make me.”

JALEN: Sabrina placing her hands at the back of Jalen’s head had him smirking against her skin, lips turning up as he kissed down her thighs, and back up again, this time even slower as she tried to push herself closer against him. He enjoyed watching it, each whine from her lips going straight to his cock. Despite downright needing her, he was far too determined to make this last, confident he could spend hours in between her legs until she couldn’t take it any longer. Now, he’d cut the time down, but was still intent on pushing her towards the edge. “I know you need it,” he said, lifting his head just a moment to catch her looking down at him — and it was hotter than hell, meeting her gaze as she tried to watch him, to urge him near. A soft chuckle left him after that, dipping his head back down. “You’ll be wetter than that when I’m done with you, babe... and that's when I'm done, not when you are,” he spoke like a promise, and one beat later he was finally giving her what she wanted, his tongue flat and relaxed as it worked against her. He reached up to rest a hand at her hips, pushing, holding them down against the mattress as his lips closed around her clit.

SABRINA: Once more, Jalen’s words were just enough to have her almost falling over the edge again. Somehow, he always knew the right things to say to get her to that point, to have her so damn aroused that she didn’t even know herself anymore. Her being an absolute mind-fucked mess was the one thing she had going for her. Though, finally, finally Sabrina had gotten what she wanted this entire time when she inevitably felt his tongue against her. Her head immediately fell back in wordless pleasure and she could no longer find the strength to hold herself up on her elbows; quickly flopping back down against the bed. Jalen managed to get her so damn worked up that she wasn’t going to last much longer already. Didn’t matter if he only just started, she needed the release that bad. She didn’t want to cum so quick, but it wasn’t like she could control it, either. “Fuck, I can’t… I need to cum already,” she moaned breathlessly as she writhed against the bed in his strong hold, desperately awaiting for him to give her permission… If he even decided to.

JALEN: Sabrina’s words, her desperate plea, only made him harder. Instead of reaching down to relieve himself, he kept both hands on the musician, fingertips digging into the dip of her hips, his tongue working her through her desperation. Her pretty noises were enough for him.. and when she told him just what she needed, he wasn’t one to deny her of her release - at least, not today. It would be one of many, he thought, determined to push her until she couldn’t take it anymore, numb and completely fucked out, in utter bliss. “Cum for me,” was all he said before his mouth was back on her, two of his fingers slipping in alongside without warning. He was sure to push her to the edge, and furthermore, until the only thing on her mind was him and the floating feeling he brought to her. He never backed off, needing to taste her until his jaw ached, her hands on the back of his head enough to urge him to stay put for hours if it wasn’t for his increasing desire to be inside of her.

SABRINA: As soon as the words left Jalen's mouth, Sabrina was quickly coming undone for him. Her hands left the back of his head briefly, only to reach for the sheets underneath her to have something to squeeze between her manicured fingers. She could barely get a word out as he helped her ride out her incredibly blissful high; feeling like her voice was stuck in her throat as her body convulsed in pleasure above him. She didn't know how long it lasted, but she eventually came down back to reality, hardly knowing her surroundings again. Sabrina was out of breath as she slowly blinked her eyes back open, her vision slightly blurry as she attempted to locate the man beneath her. When she finally felt like she regained consciousness, she was somehow able to lift herself back up on her elbows, only to find Jalen staring right back at her with the biggest, idiotic smirk on his face. The blonde's cheeks immediately flushed to a crimson red and she couldn't contain the own sated smile on her face as she flopped back down on the bed once more. "Holy fuck," was the only thing Sabrina could manage to get out.

JALEN: Jalen remained between her thighs like everything depended on it, tasting her until she rode out the very last wave of her orgasm. He looked up in an attempt to visually take her in, how beautiful she looked as he controlled her pleasure. He only stopped once she was bringing herself back up on her elbows, smirking up at her and watching on as her already flushed cheeks deepened in color. The quarterback couldn’t help but chuckle as she collapsed back again, like she had officially given up all efforts to muster enough energy to stay up. “Good?” He asked, smirk never leaving his features. He trailed his fingertips lightly back up her body with one hand, the fingers that were inside of her going straight in his mouth as he licked them clean. It wasn’t long until he was back up by her, laying by her side, once again taking in the sight of her — to the way her blonde hair framed her face and fell over her shoulders in a mess, her blue eyes blinking open at him. “You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?” Jalen said, grabbing a hold of her by her waist to pull her closer.

SABRINA: Sabrina barely heard what Jalen said, barely even realized he got up from the floor and laid down next to her. Only when he pulled her into his side did she even realize what was happening. For a second, the blonde allowed herself to curl up into him as she let out a bashful laugh; suddenly feeling embarrassed over how quickly she came. “So good,” Sabrina finally answered Jalen after catching her breath, the pattern eventually returning to normal. “Shut up,” she said with a playful roll of her eyes and the blush on her cheeks only deepening in color. “You are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.” And with that, the musician slowly pulled herself up from her lying position so that she could climb up on top of Jalen and straddle him with ease. “If you thought I wasn’t gonna pay it back, then you would be gravely mistaken.” A smirk on her face, Sabrina leaned down to give Jalen a kiss before she lifted herself back up again, allowing her hands to take their time as they wandered over his toned physique. She wanted to moan from the feeling of him underneath her fingertips, but she bit her tongue as she moved further down until she was promptly sat in-between his legs. Then, she made quick work of getting his pants undone and down to his ankles, along with his boxers. She couldn’t be bothered to get them all the way off, she had more important matters to attend to right now. And as always, seeing the sheer length and size of Jalen’s dick never failed to take her by surprise every time she had the pleasure of being fucked by him. Finally, she let out the moan that she’d been holding back and wrapped her small hand around the base before quickly lowering her mouth onto him, taking as much of him into her throat as she could.

JALEN: Jalen’s grip tightened a bit on her hips, as if she was about to slip away from him if he didn’t have a firm hold. Like he would blink and she would disappear, as if he were in some sort of dream. He took her compliments in with a smile, bright and contagious, his brown eyes tracking her as she straddled his lap. For once that night, he managed to keep his hands to himself, allowing them to settle by his side as hers travelled over his body. “Don’t need no pay back, baby, getting you off is enough for me.” He said, quite honestly, his tongue moving across his lips as if he were reliving the moment between her legs. Once she had settled and tossed his clothing aside, he knew she was going to do just as she said, and he most certainly couldn’t complain, his full attention on the woman in front of him. He was already hard from Sabrina’s moans, how she writhed from the motions of his tongue, that finally being free from the confines of his boxers was a relief in itself. He spread his legs a little wider, though her small frame fit in between them effortlessly. “Fuck, baby,” was all he could say as her hand finally touched him right where he craved her most, his hips almost immediately bucking up at the feeling of her taking him in like everything depended on it, inches down her throat without easing herself into it. "Just like that."

SABRINA: Sabrina’s eyes shot up just in time to catch Jalen’s reaction to her taking him all the way down her throat and to say she was pleased was an understatement. He could say he didn’t need anything in return as much as he wanted, but seeing the sheer look of pleasure on his face was enough to prove otherwise that he wanted it and was enjoying it. She held herself there for a few beats longer, trying her best to breathe through her nose, but her gag reflex was beginning to betray her and she had to pull off quickly to catch her breath. And with her eyes still on Jalen’s, Sabrina didn’t even care that an obscene amount of spit was dribbling from the corners of her mouth as her hand worked along his cock in generous strokes. “You deserve to feel good too, daddy,” Sabrina said, referring to his earlier argument of her not needing to pay it back. “You always know how to take care of me, always making sure I’m the one that has the most orgasms by the time you’re done with me… Just wanna show you how much I appreciate you.” And with that, the musician finally lowered her head again and her mouth was back on Jalen’s cock in no time at all. Only this time, she began with a steady rhythm of bobbing her head back and forth, her fingers teasing him with what her mouth couldn’t reach.

JALEN: Every glance down to Sabrina only made him want to pull her down further, her blue eyes burning into him, soft sounds of pleasure escaping his throat as she continued on. As she spoke, he was even further gone, his head back against the pillows as he laced his fingers through her long, blonde hair and began to tug at her locks as she took him in. “Such a good girl,” he praised, lifting off the mattress, meeting the bobs of her head with a thrust of his hips. “My good fucking girl.” The mess she was making, the sparkle of her eyes as she took him down inch by inch, it was all enough to bring him closer to the edge. His gaze locked on her once more, attention on the way her fingers wrapped around him in great effort to make sure he was feeling every bit of pleasure from her tongue to her hands. He smirked to himself as he used her spit to his advantage, slipping beyond her lips once more, seeing just how far he could go as he grabbed her wrists and held her hands against the bed. “Take it,” he urged, his voice soft as his moans picked up in volume, “keep them there,” he instructed, his own hands making their way back to her head, “and take it.”

SABRINA: Sabrina knew she was done for the second Jalen started praising her. She had to squeeze her thighs together from the way her wetness continued to freely gush down her thighs, all while attempting to focus on pleasing Jalen. But that was admittedly becoming more difficult when he decided to pin her hands to the bed, ultimately preventing her from being able to control how much she took of him into her mouth. Then, Sabrina was instructed to keep her hands there when she suddenly felt his strong hands against the back of her head, forcing her to stay in one place. Though, she wasn’t sure how long she could obey him and stay there, her gag reflex once again beginning to betray her while tears filled her eyes and eventually spilled onto her reddened cheeks, her mascara now running down her face. At this point, she didn’t care if Jalen was telling her what to do and ordering her around; she needed to be able to breathe and she needed it now. Somehow, Sabrina managed to break free from his hold against her head and when she did, she was quick to lift her mouth off of him for the chance to finally breathe in some air. She was sure she looked like a fucked out mess; hair disheveled from his hands being in it, her eyes still filled with tears and her makeup ruined from said tears, her lips swollen and jaw covered in her own saliva. But honestly, she barely cared. Sabrina stared at Jalen behind heavy eyes, finally lifting her hand to wipe the spit off of her mouth as she eventually crawled over him to settle herself on his lap again. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll fuck me right now until I can’t walk anymore,” she finally said after stealing a quick kiss from him.

JALEN: Once Sabrina lifted herself from his grip and settled back on his lap, Jalen was quick to bring his hands up to her cheeks, his thumbs running along beneath her eyes to clear the makeup that pooled along there. “If I know what’s good for me, huh?” He repeated, his tone sounding a little confident, like he knew he could put her in her place and tease her, give her nothing of the sort. But, truth be told, he craved her just as much, the quick kiss she pecked on his lips not enough as he took her hands and pulled her forward enough to steal another. “What do you say?” He asked, words slightly muffled as his lips moved against hers, the taste of her still on his tongue. With ease, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, setting her down on the bedside as he got up and fetched his wallet from the adjacent dresser. He pulled a condom from the back, holding the foil between his fingertips as he turned to look at her. “If you know what’s good for you, you’d tell me how much you want it.” Tearing the package open with his teeth, he rolled it on without laying back down beside her - instead, hovering above, like he was waiting on something. “Better yet, how much you need it.”

SABRINA: Sabrina pouted when Jalen moved her off of him and eventually got up, not really sure what exactly he was doing. Then, it hit her when her eyes caught him reaching for a condom in his wallet. She all but forgot what he even asked of her before he even got up, unable to keep herself from staring intensely at his every move. Especially when he ripped the package open with his teeth like it was the easier thing to do. She could only feel herself becoming more wet at the sight as she pressed her legs together again to avoid it from dripping down onto her thighs. Sabrina somehow broke out of her little trance when she heard Jalen speaking to her again, the agitation within her only growing when he continued to tease her. “Jalen, I’ve been fucking telling you how much I want it and need it for the past half hour. Stop playing with me and fuck me until I can’t walk anymore,” she said, the frustration and agitation now more evident than ever in her tone. Maybe all it took was getting mad at him for him to finally listen to her and give her what she truly wanted.

JALEN: Jalen couldn’t quell the smirk that tugged at his lips as she watched him, her legs pressed together in desperation. He raised a brow as she spoke, solidifying the decision that he wasn’t about to go easy on her. Before her frustration could grow even further, he was back on the bed, flipping her around so her knees were on the mattress. He kept a firm grip on her hips, her plea playing on a loop in his mind like it were the only goal he could focus on. “Careful what you wish for,” he leaned over her back, whispering in her ear before he guided himself to her entrance and bucked his hips forward, giving her no time at all to adjust to each inch inside of her. He pulled completely out, only to push back in, moaning at just how tight she was around him. His fingers tangled in her blonde hair, pulling her head up until her back was flush against his chest, his lips back to her ear. “Just might come true.”

SABRINA: Before Sabrina could even blink, she was being flipped over onto her front side, then being propped up on all fours. As if it were an automatic instinct, she slowly slid herself down onto her forearms so that her back was now arched at the perfect angle; ready and waiting for Jalen to finally penetrate her. She was desperate and practically already squirming around in anticipation, and definitely growing tired of the constant teasing. Jalen’s words sent a shiver up and down her spine, then she let out an audible moan when he finally pushed inside with no warning, giving her no time to adjust to his thick size. “Holy shit, Jalen,” she gasped, loudly. He already had Sabrina a fucked out mess, but he somehow managed to push it even further when she felt his big hand in her hair, eventually tugging on it and pulling her upward so their bodies were now touching with little space between them. Sabrina’s eyes, a darkened shade of blue, were already rolling back into her head from the sheer amount of pleasure jolting through her body from the new position they were in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me…” She was a babbling mess, not able to string together a proper sentence for the life of her. “Just… Like that… God, please… Don’t fucking stop, Jay.”

JALEN: Jalen couldn’t help but be further encouraged by Sabrina’s moans, the way she repeatedly cursed as his fingers knotted through her hair, his nickname slipping from her lips like it was the only word she knew amongst the begging. He was ready to give her just what she asked for, confident to have her cumming again, this time tightly around his cock just like he was made for her. “Like this, babygirl?” He questioned as he stilled his hips, only to push back in, timing his thrusts with her gasps and purposefully moving slow, only to quicken the pace when she least expected it. He stayed in that position for a while, deciding to switch gears and lay her on her back. He did so swiftly, picking her petite frame up and back down against the mattress, lips to her neck to mark her skin, showing just who she belonged to before kissing over it soothingly. “Don’t stop, you said?” He repeated, hovering above her once more before guiding himself back in, teasing her with the first few inches. She felt so good around him, it was difficult to hold back, soft moans of his own echoing her as he filled her up. “Don’t worry about that, baby," he breathed out, "I’ll be here all night.”

SABRINA: "Oh my God," Sabrina moaned breathlessly as Jalen continued his relentless torture on her. She wasn't sure she was going to last much longer, her orgasm already rapidly approaching faster than she ever thought possible. And right when he decided to flip them over onto her back against the mattress once again, Sabrina completely lost it. She was seeing stars once she felt his lips against her neck and teasing her with only the first few inches of his cock. She couldn't take it anymore, as much as she tried to keep her resolve together for a minute or two longer, she simply couldn't. The blonde felt absolutely delirious with pleasure as her climax consumed her entire small body; she was writhing in pleasure as she wound her arms around Jalen's back, her manicured fingernails leaving light scratches all along his tattooed skin. It was like she lost all sense of self-control whenever he managed to make her completely lose herself like this. But it felt so damn good and she never wanted it to stop, never wanted it to end.

JALEN: Getting Sabrina off the first time was enough to push Jalen, and now that he was inside of her, hearing her pretty moans echo through his ears as her nails dug into his back — he was close to the edge. “Fuck, beautiful, you take it so well,” he praised, moving his hips through her release as he chased his own. He lifted his head to look at her, her blissed out face, gaze focused on the way her blue eyes rolled back and closed as her cheeks flushed pink. With one hand gently around her throat, the other gripping the sheets beneath her, his thrusts became more erratic, Jalen’s own moans creating a harmony with Sabrina’s. His eyes fluttered shut as he spilled into the condom, hitting her spot as they both came down from their highs together. Eventually, he pulled out... and reluctantly, at that, soon moving to be at her side. “God,” he breathed out, turning to her to capture her lips in a kiss, this time soft and slow. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

[bambirex]

In The Saddle You Go

Pairing: Geraskier

Rating: Mature

Word count: 2524 words

Additional tags: crack, sexual humor, sexual language, misunderstandings, implied sexual content

Summary:  Geralt wants to try something. Jaskier is so certain he knows exactly what it is.

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I was in the mood for some crack, so this is what’s happening here. My brain has grown mold from all the studying, and I needed to let this out into the wild, so, here! Reblogs and comments are super super appreciated!! ❤️

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The edge of the table pressed into the small of his back. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but Jaskier hardly found it in himself to care. Someone could have filled his underwear with toxic ants and he would have still been the happiest man in the world.

Because Geralt was kissing him, his large, calloused hands roaming over his body and sending little sparks of pleasure across his spine. Because after what felt like an eternity, Geralt loved him back, and he showed that oh-so perfectly by licking into Jaskier’s mouth in a greedy way, as if Jaskier was the most delicious meal he has ever tasted. He gave Jaskier’s bum a squeeze, making him sigh happily against his mouth. Jaskier closed his eyes in bliss, his long lashes fluttering as Geralt moved from his mouth to his jaw. His lips trailed across his face, then down to his neck. Jaskier let out a delighted gasp when Geralt nipped lightly at his throat, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin there.

‘’Geralt…” he moaned as a knee was pressed between his thighs. He rutted against it desperately, not very proud of the high-pitched whine that left his mouth.

‘’Do you want me to take you here?” Geralt asked him, emphasizing his words by pressing Jaskier against the table. Now, this was really not good for his back, but Jaskier still wouldn’t have traded this experience for anything.

‘’Or, should I take you to bed?”

‘’Here,” Jaskier moaned. Geralt grinned, then he grabbed the back of Jaskier’s thighs and set him up on the table in one fluid motion. He yanked down Jaskier’s trousers, groaning in delight when the softness of Jaskier’s thighs were revealed.

‘’You have gorgeous legs,” Geralt said as he smoothed his palm over one of them. Jaskier shivered, instinctively spreading said legs.

‘’Thank you, my dearest, you certainly cannot complain yourself.”

Geralt hummed. He caressed Jaskier’s hip lightly, clearly enjoying the way he shivered in anticipation if his smug grin was any indication.

‘’Do you like riding?”

Oh. Jaskier thought they were going to do it on this table- that was what they had discussed just a heartbeat ago, but it seemed like Geralt had a different idea. Not that Jaskier had any complaints about it.

‘’I do,” he smiled, reaching up to twist a strand of Geralt’s hair around his finger. He licked his lips as he eyed the bulge in Geralt’s trousers. ‘’I’m also very good at it.”

‘’I’m glad to hear that. You have strong thighs.”

‘’Oh, I can keep myself up for a very long time,” Jaskier chuckled, preening not very subtly after Geralt’s compliment. ‘’I can ride all night.”

Geralt looked amused for a second, then he pressed their lips together again, grinding his hips against Jaskier’s. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, making Jaskier whimper and grab onto his shoulders for leverage.

‘’You can show me later,” Geralt told him. Jaskier felt somewhat disappointed, because the idea of bouncing on Geralt’s dick sounded like a very fun way to spend his evening, but he was all too inclined to get fucked on this table as well.

‘’I’ll show you, alright,” Jaskier grinned. Anything else he wanted to say was swallowed by Geralt kissing him deeply.

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‘’In the mood for some riding?”

Jaskier looked up, a little confused. He was strumming away on his lute mindlessly, trying to put that faint melody that had been itching in the back of his mind into a song. His inspiration has been all over the place lately, and that pissed him off beyond belief. Right now, not even his beloved Geralt could deter him from his mission of finally giving birth to a song after running dry for nearly a month.

‘’Now?” he asked, scrunching up his nose. He was almost always in the mood for sex, but not when he was trying to create. And after sitting on the hard ground the whole day, the idea of having to put his bum on a dick suddenly didn’t sound too enticing.

‘’Maybe it would help with your creativity,” Geralt said softly. That made Jaskier snort. This was the kind of thing he would say, and it was somewhat hilarious coming from Geralt.

‘’That’s adorable, but I don’t think so, Geralt.”

Geralt looked disappointed, but he didn’t pressure him, of course. He would have never done that: even back then when they were just friends, he always respected Jaskier’s boundaries.

‘’That’s alright,” Geralt leaned down to give him a soft, languid kiss that made Jaskier’s heart flutter. ‘’I’ll leave you to your song, now.”

‘’Thank you,” Jaskier smiled up at him, giving Geralt’s hand a squeeze. Geralt retreated quietly, and Jaskier’s heart swelled with all the love he felt for him. They were so different, but they always knew what the other wanted just from a single glance: that was what made them work so well.

Jaskier went back to his songwriting, but the mental image of riding Geralt kept popping into his mind.

That certainly didn’t help the song to come along quicker, but it did give him a boner that made holding the lute in his lap very awkward.

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They were laying in bed, cuddled up in each other’s arms and half asleep already. Jaskier burrowed into Geralt’s chest, basking in the warmth of his body. Geralt wrapped his arms around him, his fingers lightly dancing across Jaskier’s back.

‘’You know,” Geralt started quietly after a long stretch of silence, “I don’t wanna pressure you.”

Jaskier, who was barely awake at this point, only managed a confused “huh?” against Geralt’s chest. The witcher chuckled softly.

‘’About riding.”

‘’Oh, Geralt,” Jaskier laughed softly. He pressed a kiss to Geralt’s collarbone. ‘’It’s no pressure to me at all. I really do enjoy it a lot.”

‘’I don’t want you to be weirded out,” Geralt admitted. His hand ran down along the curve of Jaskier’s spine, resting at the place where the blanket was hunched around his waist. ‘’I know it’s not everyone’s favorite hobby.”

“Hobby” was the last thing Jaskier would have called it, but he was used to Geralt saying somewhat out of pocket things, and frankly, he found that adorable. So, he just smiled, rubbing his nose along the underside of Geralt’s jaw.

‘’Trust me, Geralt, it is not weird at all. There are so many things that are much weirder than this. This is actually like… one of the most average “hobbies”. I’ve done way more… well, you know me.”

With a soft chuckle, Geralt gently ruffled his hair. ‘’I do. You always get into trouble. But don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

‘’Erm, it’s not that dangerous,” Jaskier laughed. ‘’I think I’ll survive it. But you’re sweet.”

‘’You could fall off.”

‘’Yeah, that would be embarrassing,” Jaskier snorted. He did feel a little offended that Geralt thought he would be so clumsy during sex that he would fall off his cock and into his demise, but maybe Geralt haven’t had many partners who have ridden him. Maybe this was actually a much bigger deal for him than it was for Jaskier, and that was why he was so cautious.

‘’Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Jaskier promised him softly. With a wink, he added, ‘’just hand me the reins and let me blow your mind.”

Geralt rolled his eyes fondly at that.

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If Jaskier hadn’t heard it with his own two ears, he wouldn’t have believed it. He actually needed to do a double take to make sure he was hearing it right.

‘’Oh, I’m sure he’s gonna love it,” Eskel said, and from the dull sound Jaskier could hear from outside, he assumed Eskel punched Geralt in the arm playfully. ‘’He does seem like the adventurous type.”

‘’Yeah, but I don’t want to overwhelm him,” Geralt sighed, his voice full of concern. ‘’It’s just… this is an experience that I want to share with him.”

‘’I’m not sure he has ever ridden, to be honest,” Lambert added, ‘’he seems a little too delicate for that.”

Jaskier had to cover his mouth to stifle his offended gasp. How dare Lambert assume he was just some spoiled brat who laid on his back all the time!? He could ride a man for long hours, thank you very much. Even Geralt commented on his strong thighs, he wasn’t some weakling who couldn’t hold himself up!

‘’No, I’m sure he could handle it,” Geralt said. ‘’He’s stronger than he looks.”

‘’Yeah, don’t worry, Geralt,” Eskel told him softly. ‘’He isn’t going to break. You will be right there holding him if he needs you. And I’m pretty sure that if he feels uncomfortable or in pain, he will tell you to stop.”

‘’Just make sure to pamper his little bottom afterwards,” Lambert laughed, ‘’it might take a toll on it!”

This was just unbelievable. If Jaskier wouldn’t have found the idea of bursting in after such a conversation at his expense so humiliating, he would have told all of them where to shove it. To be honest, he was angry at Geralt, most of all: Jaskier was no blushing virgin and most people were aware of his sexcapades, but Geralt telling his brothers about what he wanted to do to Jaskier in bed crossed a line for him. How was he supposed to look into their eyes now, knowing that they were well informed of what position they liked doing it in?

At least Geralt did look guilty when Jaskier confronted him. He hung his head and stared at his feet, looking like a kicked puppy while Jaskier scolded him.

‘’Seriously, Geralt,” he huffed, hands on his hips, ‘’how could you tell them about this?”

‘’I didn’t realize this would make you so angry,” Geralt admitted quietly. Jaskier wanted to scream.

‘’I don’t want your family to know about the stuff we do together! That’s for us only!”

‘’Right, you’re right,” Geralt sighed. He did look smaller, which was impressive considering his massive build. He took a careful step towards Jaskier, hesitating. ‘’I’m really sorry.”

Jaskier sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He couldn’t stay mad at Geralt for too long, so he quickly closed the distance between them and pulled his witcher into an embrace. Geralt deflated, his own arms wrapping around Jaskier, holding him close in apology.

Now, Jaskier just had to avoid Lambert and Eskel, and everything would be alright.

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Almost a week passed, and none of them brought up riding again. They had sex – very good sex, mind- but none of it included Jaskier bouncing in Geralt’s lap. Going back to his initial assumption that Geralt might have had some sort of hung ups about being ridden, Jaskier decided it was time to take matters into his own hands.

He slipped into Geralt’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, planting a sweet kiss onto his lips. Geralt let out a pleased hum, grabbing onto Jaskier’s hips. He caressed the small sliver of skin that was visible between Jaskier’s shirt and the waist of his pants.

‘’I want it now,” Jaskier breathed huskily, rubbing at Geralt’s chest. ‘’I wanna ride. Now.”

‘’Oh…alright,” Geralt chuckled softly. He gave Jaskier a small peck on the lips, smiling. ‘’You’re gonna love it.”

‘’Mhm, I’m sure about that,” Jaskier grinned, licking his lips. He rolled his hips against Geralt’s lap, making the other man let out a surprised little sound. ‘’What? You think I can’t handle it? Don’t worry, my dear. My ‘’little bottom” will love it just fine. A little pain actually thrills me.”

‘’Alright, then,” Geralt concluded. Jaskier frowned. Geralt did sound enthusiastic, but not very aroused. Before he could ask him what was wrong, Geralt gently pushed him off his lap and stood up, reaching for Jaskier’s hand.

‘’Come on.”

‘’What… where are we going?” Jaskier huffed. He would have been just fine riding Geralt on that seat, he didn’t understand why they had to move.

‘’Jaskier, we cannot do it in here,” Geralt laughed. He seemed completely oblivious to Jaskier’s confusion as he gently pulled him along. Jaskier stumbled after him, not having a single clue about what they were doing. Maybe Geralt wanted to fuck him outside, on a field covered in flowers? Maybe he would sit against a tree and let Jaskier bounce on him like that, the sunshine reflecting in his amber eyes as the gentle spring breeze caressed their bare skin…

Alright, Jaskier was down for that.

Just when he thought he was past his initial confusion and he finally figured out what Geralt wanted, his witcher made him take a turn that led to the stalls. Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. That was where Geralt wanted to do it?

‘’Dearest, I’m saying this out of experience, the hay is very uncomfortable…”

‘’I’ll get you a different saddle, mine is a little rough,” Geralt said suddenly. ‘’You said you have ridden before, but how many times, exactly? Would you call yourself a practiced rider?”

Wait a goddamn fucking minute.

Jaskier honest to Melitele thought he would pass out. He stood, mouth agape, cheeks flaming like he just put his whole head inside the fireplace. He, for probably the first time in his life, was utterly, completely speechless. The smell of fresh horseshit reached his nose, as if to mock his increasing misery.

‘’Jaskier,” he heard Geralt faintly through the fog in his brain, ‘’I really need to know, because I don’t want the saddle to chafe you. And, also, because if you don’t have much experience, I need to handle Roach differently as well. She’s more gentle than she looks like, but I don’t want you to fall off if she starts bucking beneath you.”

Whether he should laugh or cry, Jaskier suddenly couldn’t decide. Now, suddenly everything started to make sense: the comment about his strong thighs that would keep him up on a horse, not on Geralt’s dick. Eskel and Lambert thought he was a bad rider, not a bad lay. And Geralt didn’t think him an idiot who would fall off his dick, he was worried about him falling off Roach.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Geralt should have clarified he was talking about HORSE-riding all along.

‘’Jaskier?” Geralt’s voice was full of worry as he cupped his cheek. ‘’What’s wrong, did you change your mind?”

Finally, Jaskier burst into laughter. A very unattractive, snorting, half-crying, hysterical laughter that had Geralt take a cautious step back in case Jaskier went insane and was about to maim him. One hand squeezed over his belly, the other wiping his tears, Jaskier shook his head at the very confused Geralt.

‘’Oh, Geralt,” he wheezed, grabbing onto Geralt’s hand to keep himself from collapsing. He took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm himself down enough to get the words out. Poor Geralt was still looking at him like he has just lost his mind. In the background, Roach neighed, and Jaskier was in shambles again.

It took him several moments to calm down, and to finally be able to say:

‘’I think there has been a misunderstanding.”

[k11ty]

Take Care Of Me

Hello. This is not a x reader fic like the other fics i write. The characters in this shot story is mostly about Childe experiencing regression, and letting the other higher up take care of him while he is little.

Enjoy.

After the 'failed' mission in Lyue Childe came back to Snezhnaya, and not long after Scaramouch appeared, both upset and stressed. They were supposed to be big boys, but that's a little hard when you feel stressed. Scaramouch couldn't even stop the tears from falling, fat tears rolling down his face, leaving a wet trail behind them.

His clothes and mind made him uncomfortable, how did he even get on the floor? He didn't understand, everything was shuffling together in his mind. He was regressing, very fast, and there was nothing he or the ginger could do. Peeking through his tears, he blinked and observed Childe on his left, he was only looking around. His mind wandered off as his thoughts traveled back to his clothes, he hated his pants right now, they felt wet and cold, and he hated this. He felt so scared and small, Scara just wanted his mommy to make it all better, he wanted a warm bottle and his stuffed toys.

Childe couldn't make the little one stop crying, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't get him out of this leaking pull-up and change him himself. He couldn't do anything to help him. No one was answering him, all of the other caregivers were busy with their own work, he began fighting back his own set of tears too, he was embarrassed to even speak. They were supposed to be big boys! He was supposed to be a big boy! He knew he couldn't help Scaramouch at the moment, however, he could manage to go find Capitano or another caregiver...

Heavy footsteps can be heard from the big empty halls, loud, deep, and forceful sounds made by someone as they walk. These footsteps created a thudding sound that was audible even from a distance. The sound of the heavy footsteps was echoing loudly in the narrow hallway and muffled on the carpeted floor. Overall, heavy footsteps, powerful and intimidating, and Childe knew exactly who was coming their way.

 

"Capitano! He just started crying, I didn't know what to d-!" Childe loudly explained, the larger man dragged Childe by the collar to the side, "What did you do." He sounded so strict, Childe didn't like it one bit. He turned his head to the side to dry his tears, "He just suddenly dropped to the ground, you know... he acts like a baby and all.." Capitano pushes past him and bends down to Scaramouch, places his big hands under each armpit and lifts him up, and holds him against his hip.

 

"Clean up." He huffed. Childe was very close to tears, just those two words ordering him to do a simple task made him nearly cry, and let out a tantrum. He was experiencing intense emotions and overwhelm, and may not be able to hold back his tears much longer. His expression displayed it all, he was visibly upset, with his trembling lips, a quivering chin, and tears in his blue eyes. He was trying to suppress his emotions but found it so difficult to do so. He was also in the need of support and comfort, it was so unfair.

Locking his tearful eyes on the back of the caregiver, he really wished his voice would be heard. He stomped his feet and started crying, showing both physical and verbal signs of distress. The bag and other objects he was holding onto were thrown across the room, as well as hitting himself in the head repeatedly not knowing what to do. He had tears and snot dribbling down his face and he was trying to go somewhere else, eventually his legs gave out and he fell on his bum.

There was no noise besides the loud crying from Childe and small sniffles from Scara, who by now had his thumb in his mouth and head against the caregiver's chest, the comfort he needed. Childe had both palms pressed against his face, attempting to wipe away the mess on his face. The younger jumped a bit at the sound of the heavy footsteps of someone approaching. He had his wet palms sealed over his shut eyes, but he had an idea of who it was, of course he knew it was. It was the man he looked up to, the man who treated him unfairly. He was so scared, scared he was in trouble with Mommy or Daddy for being such a baby, without being little. He was scared of punishment.

"Ajex. Get up." Capitano instructed him, but he was hesitant. He felt too scared, and perhaps a bit small too, but he struggled with his feet when he was feeling like this. He really did not want to be even more of an embarrassment in front of Capitano. "I said get up Eleventh." Capitano hissed through his mask, his voice dropping. Childe let out a small sob while removing his palms from his face, eyes looking at the ground. He was a big boy, he had to try to be a big boy. He took some deep breaths and tried, he put his hands down to steady himself as he got to his feet in front of one of many caregivers. He didn't get to prepare himself before all he heard was a sigh as his arm was pulled.

Childe showed discomfort as he was dragged to the main living room area, he lets out a whimper at the harsh grip on the arm, he knew he was supposed to bite it together and take it, that's what big boys do, they say. Around the corner, he saw Columbina sitting on one of the red chairs they own, she turned around when she heard sniffles and footsteps. "Oh, back already?" she asked as she stood up and walked towards the three. Once Capitano got Childe in the living room, the bruising hold lessened significantly, but Childe was expected to be let go or thrown on the ground, but instead, Capitano offered Scaramouch to Columbina, "Come on, let's get these nasty pants off, Scara" she told the little, and Capitano turned towards him once again.

Childe felt cornered with Capitano's big figure shadowing over his much smaller frame, without thinking Childe tried to make a run for it, but Capitano moved in his way, sending Childe falling back onto his butt. Hitting his head on the wall behind him, making him cry even more, Capitano kneeled down in front of Childe as the ginger harshly fisted his eyes once again. The Eleventh was now preparing himself for any kind of blow from the stronger caregiver. "Was that very smart?" He asked instead, keeping his voice clear, but soft, as he spoke, "Get up, so we can tal-" Childe cut him off mid-sentence "No! It's so unfair, t-that you,,, and al-all the.." he struggled to get his words out between the sobbing. "What is unfair, Ajex?" He was using the caregiver's voice, so soft-spoken, Childe was red in the face. "How he gets all the a-attention! How he gets taken ca-care o-of!! It's unfair, it's not fair..!" Fists were hammering on Captino's board chest, letting the ginger have his tantrum.

 

"That's because he is little, Ajex. He needs to get taken care of." Capitano explained to him. Childe only shook his head, kicking his legs weakly at Capitano to no avail. Quiet footsteps were heard coming from behind Capitano, and a young caregiver was approaching. "I changed his pull-up to a diaper, and gave him a bottle, so he has quieted down a bit for now." She glances down at Capitano and then at Childe. "Oh, what happened here?" She asked, a sigh coming from the kneeling male. "Would you prepare another bottle, while I change him?" Her face says it all, she blinked a few times, looking at Childe hesitantly before she smiled. "Sure thing!"

 

Capitano picks up Childe, but not without kicking and the elbows going everywhere, while he was crying. "Easy, we just need to get these big boys' clothes off and put on some comfy ones. What do you say?" Capitano lays Childe down on a mat, he stared at the older man, sniffling a bit. He felt humiliated, he was supposed to be a big boy, wearing big-boy clothes. He yanked down his pants, only stopping for a second when he saw Childe's damp underwear. He asked, "Do you have these accident's a lot?" Childe quickly shook his head...that's what he told himself at least. Eleventh looked away when Capitano took off his dirty underwear, Columbina smiled at him while walking over to the pair, showing Childe the warm bottle.

The wipes, powder, and diapers were laid out on the floor beside them all, Capitano hooked his hands under his armpits, as he did with Scaramouche, and helped Childe to move a bit up on the mat. He gasped as he was pushed into a laying position, his red undershirt was lifted just above his belly button, before pulling the cloth diaper under his butt. Childe visibly showed his discomfort as he let out a whine, he didn't need to wear pull-ups, let alone diapers! They were for babies and he was a big boy, both the caregivers could see the displeasure on his face. "Don't be like that Ajex, you wouldn't need to use them if you didn't wet your pants." Columbina teased him by tapping him on the forehead, making him flinch back.

 

Childe didn't even notice that his thumb where creeping up to his mouth unintentionally. Childe lifted his butt so the thick padding could be put under him, he really didn't like this. Again, he was supposed to be a big boy, that's what Mommy always said to him. It's not his fault he peed his pants, why did he need to wear a baby diaper because of only one accident...

"Hey, hey.. It's fine," Columbina said once she noticed Childe hiccuping, "Do you want a pacifier?" Her eyes shift from his eyes to his thumb. He perked up at the mention of the pacifier, as he quickly nodded his head and held out his hands, and opened his mouth, expecting Mommy to already have it on her. When she left it didn't take long until she came back with the pacifier in her hand, Childe took it in his mouth immediately. Capitano went back to changing him, taking out some wet wipes as cleaning up the gingers groin area. Childe sniffled a bit, opening his mouth only to close it again, he didn't know what he was trying to say, his voice a little hoarse from crying, "Can I have the bottle...?" It came out as a whisper, however, both caregivers heard him loud and clear. "Soon Ajex, we just need to clean you up a bit! Will you be patient for Mommy?" She smiled at him like his actual mom would, and he nodded.

Capitano powdered his bottom, massaging the powder into all the little nooks and crannies. He sucked on the pacifier to distract himself from all the rubbing, his diaper was buttoned and Capitona patted Childe on the front when he finished. He gasped and the pacifier fell out of his mouth, making him frown. Capitano let out a chuckle as Columbina bent down to pop the pacifier back between Childe's lips, and clipped it to his shirt for the time being. He hadn't had one since that time he sneaked into Capitano's room to get one of Scaramouche's extras, and it was something he surely missed having. He focused on the suckling, while the two others cleaned away his pants and shoes, putting them away.

Childe felt as if he should have fought back, but he didn't as he got picked up by Capitano and placed on his hip, just like Scaramouche was. The caregiver gave him a few encouraging bounces, much to his enjoyment. Childe giggled a bit, forgetting for the time being why he had been so upset, it all quickly came back to him when he saw the sleeping little.

 

He remembers how unfairly he was treated, and how much he was yelled at.

[loveinthevalley]

Chapter 1

The gentle warmth of sunlight on my face was the thing to wake me up. I took a deep breath and stretched the blanket above my head in an attempt to shield myself from the offending glare. The soft down was immediately unfamiliar. This wasn’t the cheap Amazon blanket I was used to. I snapped up with a gasp and darted my eyes around the room.

Where the fuck am I.

I was surrounded by quaint cabin walls and a window with wooden blinds to my left. The room was rather spacious with nothing but a wardrobe and nightstand with a blue vase containing yellow flowers. If this was a kidnapping, I supposed the accommodations could be worse. I took note that my wrists and ankles were, in fact, free and I was not chained up. 

I took one more glance around the room trying to steady my thoughts and quietly look for clues. My eyes locked onto something poking out of the arrangement next to me. Embedded in the flowers appeared to be a card. My heart began to pick up speed again as I reached for the small piece of paper expecting some Jigsaw-esque instructions and an explanation as to why I was there. What I found was almost worse as it explained absolutely nothing: written in delicate cursive on blank cardstock were the words, “Welcome to the Valley!

The valley? What valley? As in San Fernando? Had someone kidnapped me and brought me to California? How the hell did I sleep through being dragged halfway across the country?! I listened carefully to check if I could hear anything in the house. I held my breath for what felt like minutes before I finally determined there was nothing but the birds outside the window. Whoever had done this to me certainly felt comfortable enough to leave me alone

I let my legs fall over the side of the bed and carefully pressed my bare feet against the wood floor. There was a creak and I hesitated, once again listening for anyone who might have heard. Once I felt safe, I stood up and tentatively approached the window and proceeded to open the blinds.

It certainly seemed like I was in the middle of nowhere. The sun was up but still relatively low. It must have been around 8:00 in the morning. The sunlight streamed through a smattering of trees, but just beyond them, I could make out a dirt road leading into the distance. This certainly didn’t look like California, but if it was it would be in bum-fuck nowhere. However, a dirt road meant something at least. Civilization couldn’t be too far. If I could get a head start before whoever brought me here came back, I might be able to get help.

I made my way around the bed to the other side of the room. There was no door leading to the rest of the house, just an opening. Before proceeding, I realized there could still be anyone waiting for me around the corner. I grabbed the blue vase and held it tightly in both hands. This would have to do. I crept through the doorway – each step making a loud creak. If there was someone here, they knew I was up now.

The room adjacent was a living room with a fireplace, television, and a small table with a single chair tucked under it. A modest kitchen also resided at the other end of the room. And that was it. There was nothing else to the cabin. There were no other rooms and the only door was at the front of the house. I was all alone. With a sigh of relief, I placed the vase down on the table.

My relief was short-lived, however, as an unsettling feeling crept over me. Why does this place feel so familiar? Two things gave it away: the gray and white tile delineating the kitchen from the living room, and the ornate, rust-colored rectangular rug in front of the TV. I approached the rug with disbelief. No way. I would recognize that stupid pattern from anywhere. Dozens of save files. Hundreds of hours of playtime. Sure, some of it was a bit different, but that stupid rug was just the same.

I ran back into the other room, no longer concerned about the volume of my footsteps. Instinctively, I looked at the wardrobe next to the window. This was different. Maybe I could find a clue. Something, anything that would disprove the unhinged thoughts rushing through my head. I whipped the doors open and saw only a few clothing pieces hanging up and some boots sitting on the bottom. I began rifling through the flannel shirts and overalls looking for an explanation. The last thing I looked at was a tattered men’s leather jacket. In one pocket was a wallet, and in the other was a folded-up letter:

If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life... real connections with other people and nature. So, I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.

The letter slipped through my fingers and I began to feel light-headed. I steadied myself against the bed and sat down. Staring at my hands in my lap…I began to laugh.

What a strange dream to be so lucid in. I haven’t even played this game in weeks. I closed my eyes and attempted to fly. Might as well if I was lucid dreaming. But nothing happened. And how could I have such clear thoughts in a dream anyway? There must have been a different explanation…

Before I could think of anything else, a gentle knock rapped against the door. My heartbeat immediately raised again as the thought of some elaborate kidnapping came back to the forefront of my mind. If there was someone dangerous out there, I might as well face them head-on. I retrieved the vase from the table and crept toward the door placing my hand on the knob before realizing…the door was chain locked from the inside. Whoever was out there likely posed very little threat to me. Still confused, I set the vase down and turned the knob opening the door just enough to catch the chain.

A man with a gray mustache wearing a brown newsboy hat greeted me on the other side of the door. You have got to be kidding me. He had a warm smile but was clearly confused by my caution. 

“Good morning, neighbor!” he chirped. His head tilted to the side as he tried to look around the room. 

“Hello…” I responded, instinctively blocking his view. He then looked me up and down.

“Hope I didn’t wake you! I figured you’d be up and about pretty early to catch as much daylight as possible.” I then realized I was still wearing my pajamas. They were the ones I had put on the night before. He extended a hand through the gap. “Name’s Lewis. I’m the mayor here in Pelican Town! Pleased to meet you, Love.” I stared down at his hand. Wait. “Love?” Gross. Why is he calling me that?  If I was going to get answers, I was going to have to play along. I grabbed his hand firmly.

“It’s good to be here, sir.” I released his grip, closed the door slightly, and removed the chain giving the door free reign to swing open.

“No ‘sirs’ necessary!” he chuckled. “I’d like to think we’re all family here in Pelican Town.” With nothing blocking his view, he looked around the room. His face lit up with a smile. “I see you got our welcome gift.” I followed his gaze to the flowers on the table. 

“Oh! That was from you?”

“Just think of it as a gift from all of us,” he replied. “The vase and flowers were sourced from talented folks around town. I even got someone to write the card. I should have been a doctor with how bad my handwriting is,” he chuckled. “It’s rare we get someone new in town. We’re all very excited to meet you.”

This didn’t seem like some delusional stalker. He was completely earnest. My mind raced with questions needing answers, but if he was serious, I would look like a lunatic. I needed to be subtle. Who would be the first person who might have answers for me?

“I can’t wait to meet everyone. My grandfather told me so much about all of you.” The Mayor’s smile dropped and his eyes softened.

“I’m sorry for your loss, dear. Your grandfather meant a lot to the people here. He was a fine man.” I did my best to put on a sympathetic smile, but it wasn’t easy considering I had not lost anyone.

“It’s been difficult, but I think I’ll feel closer to him now that I’m here.” It was time to use the conversation to my advantage and find out more about the ‘rules’ of this world I’d been thrown into. “One person he mentioned was Rasmodius. Does he live close by?” His brow furrowed in confusion.

“I didn’t know your grandfather was close to the Wizard.” That was my answer. Magic is…canon? Is that the word I should use here? Surely if anyone knew what was going on it would be him. If my “grandfather” wasn’t close with him, I would have to think quickly of an excuse.

“I don’t know much about their friendship to be honest. He left me a letter and mentioned how much the Wizard knew about the Valley and that he might be able to help me settle in.” I hoped this would be convincing enough to get him off my case. Mayor Lewis shrugged.

“I s’pose so. I’d say you could learn a lot by talking to just about anyone in town, but if you want to talk to the Wizard he’s about a 45-minute walk toward the southwest. Need someone to show you the way?” I didn’t want company, but I had to admit I wasn’t eager to get lost in some unknown forest.

“I think I should be fine. Mind drawing me a map?” Lewis reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved a pen and a small notepad.

“You’re lucky my memory’s not what it used to be. That’s the only reason I carry a pen and paper on me.” He began to crudely sketch the path to Rasmodius’s tower. It was just how I expected it to look. Once he finished, he tore the paper off and handed it to me. 

“Mind if I keep the pen? I moved in with just about nothing.”

“Sure thing, Love. Actually, keep the whole notepad too. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of planning to do to get this place up and running.” I took the pen and notepad. I’d need to collect my thoughts somehow if I was going to figure out how I got here and how I was going to leave.

“I appreciate the warm welcome, but I’ve got plenty to get to!”

“Oh, I won’t keep ya. Come into town and chat me up any time if you need anything.” The Mayor gave me a smile and a nod and made his way off the porch. 

It was as he was leaving that I finally got a chance to take in my surroundings. An expansive plot of land sprawled out before me, much larger than I could have guessed. Oh my god. This is real. A crude fence surrounded the entire plot of land which appeared to be somewhere around 10 acres. To the west of the house was a large, rundown barn. Toward the south was a dirt path leading out of the property and into the woods. East was the dirt road I had seen earlier along with what appeared to be a tool shed. Scattered across the property were several plots of what appeared to be once-tilled soil now overgrown with weeds.

Feeling overwhelmed, I shut the door, retreated inside, and set the pen and notepad on the table. I returned to the bedroom and changed into a pair of work pants and a red flannel shirt. Looking at myself in the wardrobe mirror, I couldn’t say this was my typical style, but I had to fit in. Besides, it was all I had. I approached the front door in my boots and took a deep breath. I can’t put this off. I need some answers. I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.

[tillytillytilda]

Coffee? - Steven Grant /Reader

Pair: Steven Grant/Reader

Summary: Due to her sister's Egypt obsession, Y/N spends a lot of time at the museum. And with a certain someone.

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Just a little something I thought of while in the shower after watching Moon Knight. No spoilers for the Episode One. Maybe I'll do more with Steven Grant, who knows.

Y/N looked up at the museum with a sigh before glancing down at the smiling little girl who was holding her hand. It was Wednesday which meant museum day. Every Wednesday, Y/N and her little sister Lucy went to the museum. Not just any museum, but the museum with the biggest collection of Egyptian stuff in London. It was their thing. And even though Y/N was starting to get tired of seeing the same stuff every week, Lucy seemed to like it.

Once they were inside, Y/N pulled out her phone, wanting to double check the tour times. They had gotten there way later than usual. Usually, they were the first ones in so Lucy could hog the exhibits all she wanted. But a faulty alarm clock had landed them here in mid-morning so Y/N wasn’t sure of the tour times. Sure she could probably ask someone but most people here seemed like they’d rather do anything else than their jobs.

Unfortunately it seemed they’d come at a time where all the tour guides were busy. Even though Lucy probably knew more about Egypt than any of them and also knew all the tours by heart, Y/N knew her favorite part of the tour was proving that to whoever was giving it. So she’d be more than a bit bummed.

Looking up from her phone, she realized Lucy wasn’t standing right next to her. Y/N scanned the area, panic grabbing her a bit until she spotted her sister across the big entrance hall. That panic was renewed when she saw her talking to a man Y/N had never met before. She knew Lucy was smart enough not to walk off with a total stranger, but still, she rushed over, using an arm to swipe her sister behind her as soon as she could reach her. Whatever they had been talking about, the two of them had obviously been very interested though as neither of them even noticed her until she was right there.

“Um, hello, who are you and why are you talking to my sister?” Y/N said, staring at the man who very quickly put his hands up in a defensive position.

“Oh, no, no. I work here,” he said, pointing to his nametag. Steven. He seemed a bit nervous which was a bit understandable since Y/N had been a bit abrupt. She let her hand drop as Lucy came to stand next to her, giving Y/N the ‘I’m not dumb enough to talk to a total stranger’ look.

“Oh. Sorry. I just, she’s my sister,” Y/N said, feeling her face flush a bit at the misunderstanding. “My parents would kill me if something happened to her.”

“No, it’s my fault. Sorry,” Steven said, his hands in his pocket as he awkwardly looked around.

“He was telling me about Egypt,” Lucy said excitedly, her eyes wide. “He knows a lot!”

“Oh, are you a tour guide?” Y/N asked, hopeful that they had possibly found one.

“No, I’m actually-”

“Stevey!”

Y/N looked over at the sound of the unpleasant interruption. The source of it was an equally unpleasant and stern looking blonde woman who was staring at Steven with distaste.

“You should be at the gift shop,” she said, nodding over to the shop in question. Oh, he just worked at the gift shop. But he had known enough about Egypt to impress Lucy in what was a very short amount of time.

Steven waved an awkward wave of goodbye before shuffling back to the gift shop. Y/N could have just let him go. But she glanced down at her sister’s pleading eyes for her to do something. And if she was being honest, he was kind of sort of very cute.

“Actually,” Y/N said, catching the attention of both the woman and Steven. “I was wondering if he could be our tour guide for like three hours? I can pay you double of what his salary would be for that time. And the price of any gift shop things sold in that time.”

Steven and the woman both looked shocked but the appeal of getting double his salary obviously enticed her. She glanced back at Steven who looked both nervous and excited about the offer and sighed.

“Alright then but three hours only and I want that payment now,” she said, holding out a hand. Y/N grabbed the bills from her purse, a fat stack of cash her parents always gave her and dealt it out. With a smile, Steven then joined them.

Steven’s tour was in fact the best one she’d ever been on. And she could tell Lucy felt the same. Usually at this point, Y/N would trail behind and go on her phone but this time, she was attentive and engaged and having actual fun. Lucy was even more so. And because it was a private tour, Lucy and Steven would go back and forth on different Egyptian things and gods and burial procedures. It was morbid but Lucy was having fun and that was all that mattered. And Y/N couldn’t help noticing how nice Steven looked when he smiled.

At one point, Steven even told them something that Lucy didn’t know. The girl had stared at him and then back at the artifact and then back at him again, mouth open.

“Did I do something?” Steven asked nervously, looking down at her. Y/N just laughed and shook her head.

“I think you just told her something she didn’t know. She’s not used to that,” Y/N said before Lucy launched into a million questions including the name of the book where Steven had learned that. Which he was happy to give.

At the end of the three hours, they returned to the entrance hall, all of them smiling.

“Well, that’s the tour,” he said, gesturing with his hands to where they’d just came from. “Thank you for this. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, more happy than ever to be able to do it.

“Well then, are you available this time next week?” Y/N asked glancing down at Lucy who nodded her approval.

“The same tour?” Steven asked, glancing back at where they’d came from, a bit confused.

“We always do it on Wednesday. She likes it even though it’s exactly the same,” Y/N said, giving Lucy a lighthearted elbow. “We’re usually here earlier but we can be here at the same time as today next week. I can talk to your boss, arrange it like a weekly thing? My parents always give us way too much money. I think they’re hoping we go to like an amusement park or something expensive instead of this.” She was talking way too much. Y/N wasn’t sure why she was suddenly nervous.

“Well, this is just as exciting,” Steven said with a small chuckle. “But if you can get it figured out. I’d love to do that again.”

“Perfect, see you next week Steven,” Y/N said with a small smile.

And next week came and on the tour they went. And then the week after that. And the week after that. Every week it was more or less the same tour though Steven usually had some new fun facts to share. Unbeknownst to the two girls, he spent hours researching everything even more than before just so they had a reason to come back.

And everyone was perfectly happy with the arrangement. The girls’ parents believed them to be “actually having fun” based on the amount of money they spent, Steven’s manager got paid copious amounts of money every Wednesday, Lucy had a new friend to talk about Egypt with, Steven got to do tours, if only once a week. And Y/N was falling rather hard for her new friend.

It started out with questions about Egypt. And then they would talk about their personal lives in the few seconds Lucy was silent as she closely examined everything as if it had changed. And then Steven was ending the tour just a few minutes early so he could talk to her.

It had been about four months since they’d started their private tours and after one of them, Y/N told Lucy to go ahead and wait by the gift shop. After much whining and complaining, she did so, if only to talk about how inaccurate they were to the poor sap who had to cover Steven’s three hour tour.

“Is everything okay?” Steven asked, his voice a bit nervous. The nerves usually were gone when it was just the three of them but Y/N noticed them popping up whenever it was the two of them. “You were quiet today.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Y/N said, swallowing a bit of her nerves down as she tried to think of the right way to say this. “I was just…I was wondering, whether you’d like to go out?”

Steven stared at her for a few seconds as if he hadn’t quite heard her.

“Out? Like, go out with you? You and me? Out?”

Y/N laughed a bit at his awkwardness, relieved she wasn’t the only nervous one. She nodded with a small smile.

“Coffee?” she asked him. “We could go out for coffee or whatever you’d like. I just…I like you, Steven. I think you’re nice? Sorry, I’m terrible at this.” She was smiling, albeit, awkwardly.

“No! No, you’re nice too,” Steven said, smiling as well. “Coffee sounds really good.”

“Then it’s a date.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes

a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme

word count: 1.8k

summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

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“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.

“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.

Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…

It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.

Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.

“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.

“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.

“I need a break,” you growl back.

“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”

“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.

“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.

“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.

“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.

“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.

“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.

“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”

“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”

“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.

Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.

“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.

“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.

“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.

You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.

“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.

“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.

“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”

“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”

“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.

“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.

“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.

“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.

“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.

“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.

“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.

“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.

Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.

“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.

“It’s all good.”

The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.

“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”

You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”

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[hansolmates]

distance learning (m)

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summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing. 

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing. 

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did. 

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.” 

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more? 

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently. 

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?” 

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.” 

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied. 

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck? 

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice. 

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore. 

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend. 

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.” 

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week. 

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts. 

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid. 

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted. 

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck. 

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point. 

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost. 

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.) 

“Fuck, Hobi!” 

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool. 

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood. 

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.” 

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough? 

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought… 

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse. 

He hates this. 

You hate this. 

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later. 

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all. 

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him. 

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he. 

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you. 

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back. 

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed. 

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting. 

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me  ☠️  what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white? 

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response. 

[12:09] Jungkook: ??? 

You frown, wondering what you said wrong. 

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out 

[12:10] You: why? 

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny. 

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes. 

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you. 

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?” 

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.” 

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.” 

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you. 

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back. 

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!” 

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest. 

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic. 

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door. 

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.” 

“Well then, can you relay a message?” 

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?” 

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.” 

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.” 

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.” 

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers. 

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.” 

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident. 

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep. 

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty. 

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family. 

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule 

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll… 

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television. 

You don’t reply until very late into the night. 

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten. 

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry. 

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short. 

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face 

[10:16] Jungkook: 

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed. 

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf 

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy. 

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat. 

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too. 

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :( 

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off. 

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin. 

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable. 

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically. 

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough. 

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt. 

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm. 

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.  

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!” 

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start. 

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s. 

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen. 

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok. 

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder. 

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes. 

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you. 

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms. 

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace. 

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies. 

“It’s Saturday.” 

“It is Saturday.” 

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton. 

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—” 

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait. 

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?”  he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile  slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day. 

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously. 

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees. 

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good. 

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.” 

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick. 

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum. 

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.” 

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure. 

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely. 

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?” 

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle. 

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger. 

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm. 

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.” 

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.” 

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?” 

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb. 

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment. 

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.” 

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips. 

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair. 

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch. 

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty. 

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving. 

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?” 

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!” 

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.” 

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions. 

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric. 

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.” 

 It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion. 

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—” 

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on. 

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight. 

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.” 

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board. 

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.” 

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order. 

bonus.

“So.” 

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair. 

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt. 

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!” 

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?” 

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.” 

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words. 

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?” 

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory. 

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest. 

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite. 

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Personal Training (Choi Jongho + Song Mingi) Rated

Pairing: Dilf! Choi Jongho × Younger! Reader (Female) × Dilf! Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff.

Summary: Wanting to get closer to her P.T for so long, who would have thought it would take his friend to be able to break the tension between them?

Word Count: 4.6+K

Warnings: Age differences (but still within legal boundaries), public sex, thigh riding, oral (male and female receiving), face fucking, orgasm denial, slight size kink, slight degradation, brief mention of the word 'daddy', unprotected sex (always use protection), creampie, threesome, Dom! Jongho, Dom! Mingi, Sub! Reader.

Taglist: @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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"Oh god no."

The muscular male let out a long and exhausted sigh as he watched the perky and enthusiastic trainee wave at him as she poked her head at the entrance door to the gym. His athletic friend next to him heard his exhaustion and looked to see what the source of the trouble was.

"Who's that Jongho?" He pointed to the girl who was letting herself inside the gym, hassling a little when her bag got caught as the door was closing.

"That's Y/N, the newest person I'm training. You know? The one I told you about?"

The light bulb went off in his friend's head, recalling Jongho mentioning bits and pieces of information about the new trainee that enlisted his help. He looked back at the young woman, assessing her briefly with his eyes.

"She's cute."

Jongho shook his head as he picked up the weight he had dropped when he heard the excited voice call out to him.

"Yeah I know Mingi. Too cute." He grumbled.

The lively girl ran up to her P.T and the stranger that she had never seen before, but one look at him and she was just as mesmerized by him like she was with her trainer. He was taller than Jongho and although not as bulky as him, he still had a handful of muscles that were making her weak.

"So what are we working on today?"

Jongho gave her a puzzled look.

"Ummm we're not scheduled to train today Y/N. Remember? It's sort of a holiday, hence why the gym is empty." He reminded her, although it didn't surprise him that she'd show up just to see him.

"If we're not supposed to be here, then why are you here?" She counteracted his statement, arms crossing over her chest as her foot tapped against the floor mat.

Jongho looked over to Mingi, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing, lips pursed tightly to keep from making a sound.

"Me and my friend were actually just leaving now Y/N, so it was really pointless for you to come. Just go out, have fun with friends. Have a little cheat day if you even want." He tried everything to get the girl to leave, hoping she'd get convinced. He thought he made good progress when she slumped her bag over her shoulder, but he was wrong. Y/N wasn't about to let him go that easily.

"Then may I join you two? I don't have any plans for the day and I'd just...really like to spend some time with you today Coach." She bit her lip at him, hoping he'd get the hint.

Jongho's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, his friend turning around to take a sip of his water bottle as he slowly walked away from the pair, smirking to himself at how funny the situation was. Clearing his throat, Jongho stood up straighter and looked Y/N in the eye.

"I'm- I'm sorry Y/N, I think that it'll be best for you to go now."

He turned around and began picking up his stuff, trying to ignore the fact she was not only still standing behind him, but was actually coming closer to him.

"Do you not think I'm pretty coach? Am I not attractive enough for you? Have you never thought about me in that way.....even once?" He could hear the heartbreak in her voice, positive that if he turned to look at her, a childish pout would be plastered on her features. Indeed, as he glanced briefly back at her, her bottom lip was slightly quivering.

"I think you're very beautiful Y/N, but thinking about you in that way, much less getting into a relationship with one of my trainees is very unprofessional. So I think it's best if we keep our ties strictly business related. Plus..... I'm way older than you."

She shook her head at that,

"So? I don't mind the age difference and it could stay a secret between us if you'd like." She took his hand in her own, squeezing them as if her life depended on it, her eyes begging him to finally say yes.

"Y/N I..... I'm sorry. I can't."

Pulling his hand away, Jongho quickly gathered his stuff before rushing past her to make his way to the showers, leaving the helpless girl there stunned and with a hollow feeling. She looked at his figure that disappears with a heartfelt longing. She couldn't understand why he was so cold to her. There's no way he wasn't attracted to her, she'd caught him staring at her one too many times while she did squats and there was even that time where he nearly kissed her as he helped her do crunches. So why did he avoid her as if she had the plague. She didn't realize that she wasn't completely alone until she felt a figure looming behind her.

"Tsk tsk tsk. What a shame to leave such a pretty and young woman like that when she's practically throwing herself at you. He always was rather dense and stoic you know."

Placing his hands gently on her shoulders, Mingi rubbed his thumbs on the top of them, a slight smile tugging at one of the corner's of his lips.

"If I were him, I wouldn't hesitate to say yes to someone like you."

Y/N shuddered slightly when she felt his lips press against her ear.

"I'm not Jongho, but if you wanna forget about him for a few minutes, I'll be in the male sauna room. If you're interested of course." Even though she couldn't see his face, Y/N could practically feel his lascivious smile bearing down on her smaller figure, and it made her press her thighs together. Patting her on the bum with a firm grip, Y/N inadvertently exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she watched Mingi send her a flirty wink before making his way down the hall and out of her sight. Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip as she pondered over Mingi's words. She wasn't going to deny that he wasn't attractive. He was devilishly handsome, not to mention tall as hell and the size difference between them was making her soak her panties even more. And she had absolutely nothing else to do......

What was the worse that could happen?

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Hearing the door open then close immediately, Mingi smiled at the figure that had just came in, her body covered by the small towel tucked around her chest. Looking her up and down, Mingi not so subtly grazed over the bulge that was already poking out from underneath the towel tied around his waist.

"So you actually came. I'm actually quite surprised."

Patting his lap, he beckoned for her to come over and place herself on top of it, which she obediently did with no hesitation. When she sat down, the knot at the front of the towel came loose, nearly falling down, but luckily she caught it just in time before anything peaked out.

"Oh come now little one, don't be shy. Why don't you show me that pretty body of yours?" Mingi lifted his hands to her waist, smoothing out the cotton fabric that was keeping him from gazing upon her bare figure.

Lifting herself up just slightly, Y/N slowly peeled the towel off herself, letting it drop to the floor before perching herself back on top of Mingi's thick thighs.

"Oh geez. You're even more stunning than I imagined. Absolutely breathtaking."

Y/N closed her eyes as she let Mingi wander his large hands across her bare body. She felt embarrassed about being unable to contain her soft, murmured shaky breaths as he cupped both breasts in his palms and massaged them amply. She shuddered when his thumbs brushed back and forth across her nipples, highly sensitive to any touch placed on them. Mingi of course knew this and thus decided to take advantage of it. He tweaked and pinched at her tiny buds, enjoying the tiny shrills she was voicing out.

"If you're already like this with my hands on your chest, how will you be when I play with that pussy of yours my little one?"

Y/N emitted a long groan, her already aroused core secreting more slick that was pooling on the towel underneath her. She didn't think that nickname would affect her so much, but it was definitely doing something.

"Like being called that? Like being reminded that I'm not only taller but also much older than you doll?" And he hit on another one of her weaknesses, turning her into absolutely putty, even more so as his hand came down to brush against her mound.

"You really are something else doll. Jongho told me several things about you. Showing up in skimpy workout clothes just so he'd look at you, purposefully bending over so he'd check out your ass. Even asking him for help during stretching just so he'd lay his hands on you. By the looks of it, you're just a little slut that wants to get fucked so badly."

Y/N whined as his fingers came down to work on her clit, swirling around it in a slow and gentle pace.

"You're so dirty you even accepted to get fucked by your crush's best friend because you're that desperate." Mingi shook his head with a fake disappointment. His fingers started to go a little faster, rubbing fervently across her little button. Y/N's breathing started to quicken as well, her hips grinding against Mingi's thigh to the rhythm he moved his fingers on her clit.

"It kinda irks me to know I'm just a replacement for Jongho......" He let out an amused scoff as he suddenly halted all movements on her clit.

"Guess I'll have to fuck you so damn hard so you forget he even exists."

Y/N gasped when she was suddenly pulled off his lap so he could turn her to face him. Y/N's face turned a bright crimson color when Mingi pulled the towel off his waist, his cock springing free and standing erect. She couldn't stop staring. There was no mild way to put it: Mingi was huge. Bigger than anything she'd seen or taken in any of her holes. It scared yet thrilled her to think that cock would be in her at any moment. Mingi clasped a hand on her chin, making her turn her gaze back to his face.

"Glad to know you're drooling over my cock. "

Taking hold of her waist once again, Mingi guided her so she would be sitting right on top of his right thigh. He exhaled deeply when he felt her wet folds come in contact with his bare skin. He couldn't wait to feel her come undone all over them. Giving her ass cheeks a tiny squeeze, he dropped one hand down to strike against one of them.

"Don't just sit there little one. Rut yourself on my thigh like a bitch in heat." He ordered her.

Steadying her hands on top of his broad shoulders, Y/N began to grind her hips down onto his thigh. Mingi's thighs were extremely thick, toned, and the muscles were absolutely amazing for riding. Everytime she'd push herself up, Mingi would make sure to flex his thigh so that her bundle of nerves would be more stimulated. She kept a nice and easy pace so far, feeling bliss at rubbing her core all over his thigh. Mingi didn't seem too pleased though.

"Come on darling. I know you can do better than that."

Taking it as a challenge, Y/N gripped tighter onto his shoulders as started moving faster. She shut her eyes as her mouth began heaving out harsh pants. She rode Mingi's thighs as if it was the last thing she was going to do. His hands which were on her hips decided to take control, moving her down as they wanted her to. Mingi forced her even faster on his skin, his eyes fixed on seeing how her folds were coating the top of his thighs with her slick. And he could tell she preferred him guiding her pace, her breathing had hitched and become more intense when he took over her.

"Oh? Are you going to cum already?" Mingi chuckled when he noticed she started whimpering.

"I- yes." Y/N admitted shyly, her hands dropping from Mingi's shoulders to his chest, palms pressed against the top of his pecs.

"Damn. How horny and needy were you that you're about to come undone this fast?" Mingi teased her, to which Y/N pouted.

"Very."

Of course she was, Mingi thought. She came all the way over just to see if Jongho would fulfill her fantasy and fuck her, so no doubt she was horny since she left her house. Luckily for her, Mingi was a very giving individual.

"Then go ahead little one. Cum all over daddy's thigh."

Y/N let out a sharp and high pitched cry as she started to cum all over Mingi's thigh. He held her in place, continuing to rubbed his thigh against her clit to further heighten the sensation of her climax. Leaning his face forward, he placed tiny kisses in between her breasts as she started to recover from high she went through. With her back turned and Mingi's face buried in her chest, neither one of them noticed the door opening until the one coming in slammed it close behind him in am angry manner.

"What the fuck?!"

Both of them turned to see a very furious Jongho standing there, fists clenching and unclenching as he took in the state the two people in front of him were in. While Y/N looked horrified to see him there, Mingi had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he gripped the girl closer to him.

"Nice to see you Jongho. Came to watch the show?" Mingi snickered.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with her Mingi? You're taking advantage of her!" Jongho accused in an indignant manner.

Mingi raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm not taking advantage of her when she herself came to me willingly. Honestly I'm just doing what she wanted you to do to her."

Jongho widened his eyes at that.

"Wait what are you-"

"Come on! Stop acting dense man. You know she's been wanting you to fuck her since the day she met you, yet you barely even bat an eyelash at her. So I'm giving her what you won't and she's not complaining."

Lifting her up, Mingi turned her to face Jongho, setting her back on his lap as he made sure to spread her legs so his friend could see the mess that had already been made in between her thighs. Although he tried to look away, being faced with his trainees nude figure had an immediate effect on him, which his friend obviously noticed.

"Just look at her lust filled face, look at her wet pussy begging to be fucked and tell me- No.... tell her you still don't want her."

Jongho looked up to find Y/N staring at him with pleading eyes, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. He started to have an internal conflict with his mind and body, one reminding him to stop and turn around right then while the other screamed at him to just give in.

"So what'll it be Jongho? Are you really gonna leave this beautiful girl, who's lusting for you, just like that?" Mingi spoke up again.

Before Jongho could say anything, Y/N's voice finally piped up.

"Please Coach. Just this once? Don't you want to fuck me?"

Jongho stifled back a groan at her persistence, his resolve was growing even weaker, more so when he saw Mingi lean in and start kissing across Y/N's neck. He pressed his lips against her, murmuring something which she seemed to agree with. Next thing Jongho knew, Y/N got off Mingi's lap and went over to him, getting on her knees in front of him as her hands reached for the towel that was girded at his hips.

"Wait- what are you?"

"Just let her be man. She just wants to show you how much she wants you."

Jongho gulped when he felt Y/N's hand wrap around his base. Looking up at him, she started to pump her hand up and down his shaft, her thumb circling around his tip so his precum could help in easing the handjob she was giving him. Y/N hummed as her eyes fell from Jongho's face to his cock. He was so thick, thicker than Mingi, although not as long as his friend. Nevertheless, he was packing a lot and his size made her mouth water. She began thinking about how far it could reach in her mouth. Itching to find out, she brought the head to her lips, tongue dipping into the slit before swirling around it to coat it with her spit.

"Fucking hell.." Jongho gasped, hands coming out to cup her jaw as she eased her mouth down his length, not stopping until she gagged when she felt him hit the back of her mouth, surprisingly not just the man in front of her, but his friend who was anxiously watching in the back.

Y/N closed her eyes and hummed as she pulled off his length before sinking it back inside her. Every time she stuffed him back in, she made she to give his length a long suck that made Jongho moan out in ecstasy. He couldn't deny it, he was enjoying it. Enjoying watching as his hot, young trainee was slurping around his cock, head bobbing as her tongue stroked all over him, making sure that not one inch of him was left dry or unsucked. Her cheeks were stuffed with all of him, tongue too busy occupied with making him feel good. Too good in fact. Before Y/N could even realize it, Jongho was pulling her off him. He chuckled lowly when he heard her disappointed whine as he made her stand up again.

"As much as I would have enjoyed watching you swallow me, I think I'd prefer to cum inside that little hole of yours. If it's all right with you of course." Jongho smiled so innocently at her, thumb grazing over her upper lip as he pushed her back to sit down on the upper deck of the sauna, right next to Mingi. He moved her so she laying right in between them, parting her legs so he could drop his head to hover right above her mound.

"I know someone who would be more than willing to have you swallow his cum though." Jongho signaled towards Mingi, who shifts himself so his cock could be right in front of her face. He smirked at her surprised face, slapping each of her cheeks with his tip.

"That is if she can even make me cum." Mingi challenged, sparking the competitive side of Y/N.

"Trust me, you'll be spilling yourself in her before you even know it." Jongho assured him.

Y/N parted her lips and moaned as Mingi engulfed her wet heat with his long dick. He gave a few experimental thrusts, wanting her to get comfortable before he got rough about it. He loved playing that game, starting off sweet and gentle before face fucking his lovers until they were a complete and utter mess around him. He rested his fingers on the sides of her cheek, carefully guiding her movements so she could suck him as he liked. He was caught off guard when she suddenly moaned loudly around him, the vibrations being felt all over his lower half.

"Jongho can you at least give a warning?" Mingi had looked over to see Jongho already burying his face in Y/N's heat.

"Nope. I prefer the surprise factor." He winked over at him.

Parting her wet lips, Jongho licked a long stripe along her slit before laying his tongue flat against her little button. Alternating between flicking his wet muscle on her clit and then tugging it forward with his lips as they lightly nibbled on it, Jongho's ears were attentive as he tried to listen to any sound coming from her mouth that were currently muffled by Mingi's cock. But her body reactions were enough to let him know she was enjoying it, given how she'd grind her hips up closer to his face.

"Someone is enjoying getting eaten out." Jongho smirked as continued suckling onto her clit.

"Yeah so much that she can't concentrated on sucking me off."

Deciding that it was time to get her attention back, Mingi gripped her jaw as he pushed his entire length until she was choking around him, holding it there before pulling out. Y/N had just enough time to take a deep breath before he was plunging his cock back inside. She was spurting out garbled whines, drool starting to trim down the sides of her lips and falling on the sides of her cheeks. She was so stuffed with Mingi's cock while Jongho ate her out to the fullest and it only fueled the growing arousal piling up inside her. She concentrated on relaxing her jaw and slurping around the cock lodged in her throat while simultaneously trying to enjoy as her coach's mouth worked on her core, expertly bringing her closer and closer to the edge with each swipe of his tongue. Feeling Mingi's dick twitch, she herself was about to spill over when Jongho dipped his tongue at her entrance, nose pressed down agains her clit.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum- cum inside that pretty mouth of yours."

Without any further words, only shaky grunts, Mingi held her face in place as he furiously rutted his hips up, pumping his cum into her mouth which she gulped back with no problem. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out his softening dick, a line of spit being drawn as he removed his cock. Her lips were swollen and covered with a mixture of her saliva and his cum, making her look even more irresistible, especially when her bottom lip was poking out, presumably due to the fact the man between her legs had detached his lips from her heat a few seconds ago, denying her from the orgasm that she was just about to have. With a frown plastered on, she looked down at Jongho, who was sitting up and climbing in between her body.

"Don't give me that look you little vixen. It's only serving to make me want to fuck you even harder." He admitted, lips ghosting over her own.

"So why don't you?" Y/N questioned him, to which Jongho responded by pulling both of her legs and resting them on his shoulders. Taking hold of his dick, he rubbed his bulbous tip along her reddened clit before slapping it a couple times.

"Think I won't?"

Pushing in with one quick thrust, Jongho's immensely thick cock started working her open, walls stretching out to accommodate the intrusion of his member. Y/N could feel him so deep inside her, she was sure if she be able to, she'd probably feel him on her lower abdomen. She could already feel him rearranging her organs from how hard he was pounding into her, it would be a miracle if she'd even be able to walk afterwards. When she tried to close her eyes and drop her head to just succumb to the feeling, she felt Jongho's hand clasp around her chin and hold her face up so she could look at him.

"Don't shut your eyes. I want to see every expression you make as I fuck your tiny pussy. After all, isn't this what you wanted?"

Y/N cried out louder when his pace got faster and harsher. She tried desperately hard to keep looking at him but it was unbearable, especially when her inner thighs were starting to get sore.

"Wanted me to fuck you? Are you happy you finally got what you wanted?"

She could only manage to respond with groans and pants. Their heated and sweaty bodies began sticking to each other, the loud slapping of skin resonating through the room. Jongho kept his eyes fixed on her, staring with fiery intensity at her. He kept driving his cock into her, pounding so deep that he'd be able to break her if he wanted to. But he was content with watching her slowly come undone by him, her shaky breaths and trembling thighs signaling him that she was on the verge of exploding all around him.

"Awww you're gonna cum already? Are you that easy? Or is it cause your finally getting fucked by a real man that you're coming undone so fast?"

Y/N whimpered and started writhing underneath him, tears pooling at the sides of her eyes as the knot in her stomach was seconds away from breaking loose. Jongho's hands gripped down on her thighs to keep him steady as his hips continued slamming against hers. His fingers dug into her soft skin, threatening to leave bruises from how strong he was clutching at her. His face continued to look smug and full of pride as he looked at how worn out his trainee was looking. He'd never outwardly admit it, but he enjoyed seeing her disheveled appearance after working her so hard and push her limits. Only now that feeling was intensified by the fact his dick was getting wet by her juices.

"Cum all over me then. Cum all over my fat cock you little vixen." He ordered her, eyes filled with lust and desire to see her break in front of him.

Unable to keep her eyes open anymore, Y/N scrunched her eyes shut and blood rushing to her head as her walls contracted around Jongho's cock, clinging to him as a flood of release was spilling all over him. Her palms were heavy pressed onto the wood deck under her, laying flat as she began to unwind from her orgasm. Just a minute later after savoring her reaction, Jongho's hips jerked sporadically as he started emptying himself inside her. Keeping himself lodged in her warmth, he slowed down his thrusts, making sure to pump all of his essence inside her before gently pulling out of her. Both of them released hisses at the sting and emptiness of not being connected anymore. Jongho looked in fascination as the brim of her hole was still leaking out his white, milky cum, a sense of pride washing over him at seeing a part of him be plastered into her body.

"You ok?"

Y/N let out a tired groan as Jongho helped her sit back up.

"I don't think I can walk." She wrapped a hand around her stomach, already feeling a burn on the muscles. Jongho giggled at her, pulling her against him as he kissed the top of her head

"If you want, I can take you off the schedule until you recover properly." He offered.

"And not see you?" She raised an eyebrow.

Poking her nose, Jongho shook his head.

"Silly silly girl. Obviously I'll come over to check up on you."

Y/N's face brightened up with a smile as she realized what he meant. A loud and exaggerated clearing of a throat broke them out of their little world.

"Well since obviously I'm not needed here anymore, I'll just take my leave now."

Picking up his towel and wrapping it around him again, Mingi went over to the door to give them privacy, but not before making sure of something.

"Just be sure to invite me once in a while to join you both."

[with-pleasure-love-and-kinks]

Chapter II: New Passions (Part I)

After living with JoJo for a little over two weeks I’ve learned a few things about my new roommate. JoJo is a surprisingly hygienic person who follows a strict sleep schedule and adheres to an exercise regimen that includes cardio and weight training in the morning followed by yoga at night. I’m almost certain he is exclusively surviving off of cereal for breakfast and diet sodas for dinner. I have also determined that he is immune from bad hair days, his loose curly hair is always perfectly messy. He is a big time procrastinator, constantly rushing to finish ignored homework assignments and allowing his dirty laundry to accumulate into a comically large hill, and he is also a big time masturbator. 

Every night, at least a couple times each night, and most mornings too. I wonder if he thinks I sleep through it, or that he’s too quiet to hear. Maybe he just doesn’t care if someone else knows or sees, after all it’s only natural and something that all guys do. But maybe, he wants me to know, to see, and maybe he even wants me to join. No, no, I’m just being weird again. I think I’m being polite when I pretend to stay asleep and not peer across the room, but I can’t say that I’m not interested in “catching” him in the act. The thought of him pleasuring himself less than ten feet away from me turns me on every time without fail, and every time I fight the urge to join him.

On Monday morning of our third week of school I woke up and as usual JoJo was eating cereal in his underwear, but instead of his usual boxers he had a short pair of trunks that really hugged his ass, further accentuated by the seam that filled between his cheeks.

Without questioning how weird it may sound I questioned the change in underwear, “Those are different. I didn’t think that you were anything other than boxers.” I worried I may come off as a creep or a perv.

JoJo smiled while chewing a mouthful of cereal, “Hah, I didn’t think anyone would notice. Yeah I mostly have boxers, but underwear is underwear and I haven’t done my laundry yet. If I procrastinate any longer I may have to bum a pair off of you.”

I never knew I wanted to see JoJo in a pair of briefs, but now I have a new fantasy to imagine. And if they just so happened to be a pair of my tighty whities then that would only amplify it. “Well a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Help yourself,” I did my best to sound cool with the idea of loaning him some underwear.

JoJo paused for a second, “I bet I would look good in some briefs. It would really show off my legs, don’t you think?”

“Uhh…” I froze.

“You sit on that thought. I’ll do my laundry before we get to that point.”

As I was getting dressed I noticed that JoJo poured some Chex Muddy Buddies into his Chex cereal, and while at first it threw me off I grew curious about the taste. “I’m not gonna lie, your cereal looks really good.”

His eyes lit up as if it were the first time someone praised him for his genius, “This is one of my favorite combinations! It’s chocolate Chex with some cookies and cream muddy buddies, do you wanna try some?” he offered while holding out his bowl.

I had a mini panic attack just worrying if I should grab my own spoon or just use his. I think he noticed that I was stumped because he continued, “just use my spoon so we don’t have more dishes to clean later. It’s already hard enough without our own kitchen sink in here.”

I shoveled a hefty spoonful with his spoon, and was pleasantly surprised by the taste. A little sweet, but perfect for someone with a sweet tooth in the morning. “It’s just as sweet as it looks, but it tastes even better than it appears.”

“Help yourself Freddy, I permit you to use my patent pending Cereal Concoction Corner,” he offered while gesturing to the mini fridge.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, but I’m running a little late to my art class. Not to come off too nerdy, but I absolutely love ancient Greek arts, and I don’t want to miss a thing.”

He nodded for a couple seconds, probably to fill the time while he finished chewing, “I love the sculptures, it’s just dicks galore.” We both had a good laugh, but I had to cut the conversation early to get to class.

Two weeks in I’m still struggling to get a good read on our level of friendship. I think he likes talking to me and hanging out in the room with me, but he never asks to hang out outside and in public, but to be fair I haven’t asked him either. Why would I invite him out? Then that means that he would have to get dressed and that would just ruin my view.

Instead I’ve been hanging out with my new friend, a boy from my Arts of Ancient Greece class, Jeremy. I was already having a blast in my class before I met Jeremy, then we were allowed to partner up for the semester, and that was only topped when I found out he was also gay. Jeremy stood a sure six feet tall with a swole upper body, and some thick thighs to boot. His hair was neatly kept in a high and tight crew dyed a vibrant red, but his true brunette hair color showed through his facial hair that was almost always at double stubble length.

Jeremy was a second year student working on an art history degree on a wrestling scholarship who lived just off campus at an apartment he shared with a couple other roommates. I was on my way there now to begin working on our art project. I suggested we paint Jeremy in the style of an ancient greek sculpture, like the Laocoon Group, and he was all aboard my idea.

As I was nearing his apartment floor I messaged him letting know I was less than a minute away, because who knocks anymore. He was standing at his door when I arrived, he was wearing a tight tank top and some form fitting jeans. Even through his thick jeans his bulge was still pronounced, all I could think was “is everyone here well endowed except for me?”

Jeremy took off his tank and sat on a barstool in the middle of the living room. I spent an hour sketching his face and torso, but we did stop to debate whether we should include his chest hair or not, or if maybe we should have him dressed in traditional garb. I secretly hated the idea of missing out on the opportunity to paint him in the nude, but I ultimately let him decide how he wanted to be posed and dressed. He chose to wear a toga, something he already conveniently owned from previous frat parties. The toga did very little to conceal his best attributes, but despite being eye candy, our conversations fizzled quickly despite my best efforts to avoid awkward silences.

I came back to my room a bit late after painting Jeremy for what seemed like half the day despite only being three or so hours. I was expecting to come back to a sleeping JoJo, but to my “surprise” he was wide awake jerking off again. He froze for a quick second as I abruptly walked into the room, we locked eyes for a brief second, and he carried on doing his business.

I ran into the bathroom despite not needing to go, I just didn’t know how to react to what was going on. What kind of person doesn’t react to getting caught masturbating? Maybe the type of person that didn’t get caught, but someone who had planned on exhibiting himself. I noticed how hard I was again and decided to take a risk. I kicked off my shoes and took off my pants in the bathroom before walking out. Because of my size my boners can’t be subtly tucked to the side, instead I walked out with a full pitched tent.

JoJo was already looking at the door before I even stepped out of the bathroom. When our eyes met he gestured for me to sit right beside him on his bed. I did my best to calmly walk over, but on the inside my anxiety was raging because I didn’t know what I was getting into. He had two different porn videos playing on his laptop at once but I didn’t really pay any mind to that, I was too enthralled by his stroking. He stopped for a second to squirt some lube on my hand, and I took the time to slip my tighty whities off. I timidly started stroking alongside him, but I wasn’t sure if I should watch his videos, or pull up my own on my phone, or stare at him, or close my eyes all together. I felt a little self conscious about my stroking speed and pattern and noticed I spent a little too much time staring at his massive dick again.

The silence was broken when JoJo leaned closer and asked me a seemingly random question, “I remember you once said your last name, Escarra, meant left handed. Are you left handed?”

“Uhh…yeah, well, ambidextrous actually. Don’t you remember that? I was your pitcher for years.”

“Right, to be honest, I remembered you were left-handed. I was just looking for a good transition.”

“A transition for what?” I asked even though I already knew.

“C’mon man, are you going to make me say it?” he nearly begged.

Fearing I would ruin the situation I quickly obliged, “No, no. I like your idea.”

We both stopped jerking for a few seconds. JoJo was the first to reach over. When I felt his grip around my dick I was elevated to a new level. I used to always believe that hand jobs felt no better than masturbating, but there is some sort of magic that happens when someone else is in charge of the stroking. Not knowing when they will change speed, not knowing when they tighten their grip, not being in charge. Next, I reached over and grabbed his dick, but instead of grabbing from the base like I was used to when grabbing mine I instead grabbed from near the middle. Its weight and girth was unbelievable to me. The range of motion you have when jerking such a long dick made me envious that I can’t get this experimental when stroking myself, but my envy washed away quickly. I was just happy to be involved in this moment.

When I felt myself about to cum I wasn’t sure if I should warn him or if I should take over at this point. I decided to go all in, I was just going to cum without letting him know, I didn’t want to ruin what felt like was going to be my most intense orgasm. When I came, he chimed out a quick “whoa,” but carried on anyway, even as cum dripped onto his hands.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I said through labored breath.

He smiled and said, “You did fine, you did exactly what I wanted.”

“What do you mean?”

As I asked he brushed my hand away from his dick and proceeded to use my cum as a lube. I thought this was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but this left me with so many questions. Does this mean he likes me enough to jerk me off and use my batter as lube, or is this just some sort of fetish he has? Did this count as losing my virginity? But more importantly, will he invite me to do this more often?

[jungshookz]

skate a little piece of my heart; jjk

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; rollerskatinginstructor!jungkook!! sfw!! fluff!! honk honk humour!! jungkook is a very handsome instructor and y/n can’t tell if that’s a bad thing or a good thing

➺ wordcount; 6.3k

➺ summary; your two left feet and complete lack of balance isn’t the only thing that’s making you weak in the knees this valentine’s day. 

➺ what to expect; “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!” 

➺ currently spinning on the record player; how deep is your love; bee gees

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“this is so dumb.”

“safety is never dumb, y/n!” taehyung raps his knuckles against the top of your helmet and you scowl before swatting his hand away, “now, where are your kneepads?”

you let out a groan before tilting your head back slowly, your eyes widening in slight panic at the surprisingly hefty weight of the helmet

your arms flail for a second and you immediately reach up to grip both sides of the helmet before forcing your head back up

jesus

you nearly snapped your own neck there

of course, snapping your own neck would mean not being able to skate because you’d technically be dead… so maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all…

(by the way, it’s concerning how many times you’ve considered literal death just to get out of doing something.)

“are you going to lift your leg for me or do i have to do everything for you?”

you look down to see taehyung down on the ground in front of you holding one of the knee pads and you frown lightly before lifting your leg and placing your sock-clad foot on his knee

“please tell me this is the last of the safety gear…” you whine, “tae, i literally look so dorky right now- no one else is wearing helmets or knee and elbow pads!” you gesture to seokjin and namjoon who are busy putting on their skates over on the other bench before scoffing lightly and crossing your arms 

if namjoon (arguably the klutziest one out of this group of people) isn’t even wearing a helmet, then what does that say about you??

you’ve seen him trip over nothing and scrape both his knees so why are you the only one wearing all of this junk?!

“i took you ice-skating over christmas and you fell flat on your ass more times than i could count, and you insisted that you didn’t need any safety equipment even though it was alarmingly clear that you did. i basically spent two hours making sure you didn’t die-” taehyung looks up at you with a raised brow, “do you want to fall and split your skull open in front of everyone?”

“if it means not having to gear up in all this dorkware- then, yes. i would love to have my brains splat across the rink in front of everyone. in fact, that would probably be less embarrassing-” you grumble, flinching slightly as taehyung suddenly yanks hard to tighten up your laces, “i’m an adult, taehyung! grown-ups don’t need to wear all of this!” 

“grown-ups don’t throw tantrums either, but here you are…” taehyung mutters under his breath, putting your foot down before giving your knee a slap, “perfect! we’re good to go!”

“yeah, yeah…” you reach under to scratch at your elbow only to feel your nails scrape against the smooth surface of the plastic protection shell and you resist the urge to rip it off out of frustration

taehyung decided that it’d be a great idea to bring everyone to a rollerskating rink for valentine’s day this year instead of… letting people go out to intimate dinners and celebrate on their own… because, quote, ‘i just want all of us to spend more time together, and what better day to do that then on valentine’s day?? …ooh, we should call it pal-entine’s day. ha! get it?? because we’re all pals-’

(he was dumped recently, so everyone’s kind of letting him run the ship for now. …basically, no one can say no to taehyung unless they want to see him burst into tears. he’s still in a very delicate state.)

but, honestly… a rollerskating rink!

out of all the places to go to!

you already have two left feet, so forcing said left feet into shoes with wheels is a horrible idea

“i think it’d be best if i just sat back and watched you guys!” you try for the umpteenth time to get taehyung to let you off the hook, “plus, they sell chilli dogs here and they actually smell really good and i kind of want to order one for myself even though it might end in me having to get my stomach pumped-” you gesture back towards the refreshments counter and taehyung shakes his head before sticking his hand out for you

“there’s plenty of time for you to scarf down a rubbery hotdog later- now, c’mon-”

“i don’t even know how to skate!”

“that’s fine, you’ll learn! it’ll be like riding a bicycle except you are the bicycle-”

“you know, i’m just going to be complaining the whole time, and it’s going to ruin your time here. honestly, tae, why am i here??”

“because i’m not emotionally stable enough to spend valentine’s day alone yet and i need to surround myself with as many people as possible otherwise i’m going to be alone with my thoughts and i’m going to spiral!” taehyung’s voice cracks as he snaps at you and you immediately press your lips together and avert your gaze, trying to ignore the weird glances the two of you are getting from the strangers around you

…

“okay, well-” you push yourself up off the bench before wobbling slightly and reaching over to grab onto taehyung’s arm for stability, “i don’t know about you, but i’m most certainly ready to tear up that rink!”

“perfect!” taehyung chirps, quickly reverting back to his ‘everything is fine and i’m definitely not dying on the inside’ state, “and don’t worry. rollerskating is much easier than ice-skating, so there’s less of a chance of you potentially embarrassing yourself here-” taehyung gives your hand a pat as the two of you shuffle your way towards the entrance gate, “trust me, you’ll get the hang of it as soon as you start!”

“you saw me on ice…” you snort, your knees already wobbling as you take your first step into the rink, “i really don’t think i’m going to be any better on wood-”

“well, lucky for you…” taehyung lets go of you and you immediately cling to the railing in panic, “i went ahead i hired an instructor for you!”

you frown as you pull one hand away and rub your fingers together 

god, why are the railings so sticky-

“you- woah, hold on a second-” you look up and over at taehyung with wide eyes when you finally catch on to what he just said, “i’m sorry, you did what?”

“what? i can’t stay by your side and watch you all night.” he shrugs, placing his hands on his hips as he stands in front of you, “we were moving so slowly on the ice that i was sure it was starting to melt underneath our skates-”

“you just told me you don’t want to be alone and now you’re handing me off to someone else instead of spending time with me??” you frown, manoeuvring your stance so that both your hands are gripping onto the railing behind your bum, “why force me to skate if you’re not doing it with me?”

“i mean, i obviously want to spend time with you, but i also don’t want to be skating, like, one mile an hour-” taehyung snorts, “i’m forcing you to skate so that one day, we can skate together without me having to worry about you slipping and sliding all over the place like a baby giraffe!”

“well, why can’t you teach me instead of paying for someone else to do it?”

a brief moment of silence passes as taehyung rolls over to get you to release your iron grip from the bars

“…because teaching you how to skate instead of actually spending time skating sounded really boring-” he mutters quickly, your eyes widening as you turn to look at him

“wha-”

“also-” he cuts you off, placing his hands on your hips from behind as he starts to roll you forwards slowly (though, you haven’t noticed this yet because you’re still focused on the fact that he didn’t want to teach you - you’re a great student!!), “there was a girl who kept smiling at me when i was strapping you up in all your gear, and i need to find out if i still have game or not-”

“this sounds more like you’re trying to fill the empty void inside of you with meaningless sex, which, by the way, isn’t a very healthy coping mechanism-” 

“i will fill this empty void inside of me in whichever way i want, thank you very much-” taehyung snorts, shaking his head, “plus, it’s too late to back out because the policy states that they don’t take refunds and he’s already here-”

“wait, what??” you immediately look back to the front, the fact that you are being rolled towards someone now sinking into your brain, “who- oh my god, stop rolling me-!”

taehyung’s fingers dig into your hips as he comes to a sudden halt, “what??”

“spin me around.” 

taehyung blinks before slowly turning you around so that you’re facing him and you pray to god that you don’t look like some kind of rotating rotisserie chicken right now  

you open your mouth to speak when you finally see taehyung’s face again but he continues to spin you slowly so that you end up in the same position you were in a second ago

...

“for god’s sake, taehyung- spin me around so i’m looking at you, you moron-”

“ohh, okay, i thought you just wanted to spin you around for fun-”

“why would i want you to spin me around for f- okay, that’s not important right now-” you shake your head, “i just want to say that the only reason why i’m doing this is because you kind of sprung this on me last minute and i don’t want to inconvenience anyone, but just know that you now owe me big time- now, spin me back around and wheel me to whoever i’m going to be stuck with for the next couple of hours.”

“noted!” taehyung chirps as he rolls you back so you’re facing the front, “he’s right over there by the other entrance- the guy in the yellow-” your eyes flit around until they land on the guy in the yellow and you immediately feel your heart starting to beat a little harder in your chest at the sight of the guy in the yellow, “his name’s jungkook, he has a shining five-star rating, he’s a wonderful teacher according to all the parents whose kids he’s taught- i’m pretty sure you’re his oldest student so don’t embarrass yourself-”

you feel your mouth go dry when jungkook reaches down to adjust the bottom of his tied button-up shirt before opening the sides of it a little more to show off his chest

he reaches up to twirl a loose tendril of hair around his finger before gently pushing it back and running his hand through his hair, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek briefly 

oh no

oh, no

he’s attractive

he’s very, very attractive

“tae.” you keep a polite smile on your face as you slink your right arm behind you to attempt to blindly punch him in the gut, “why didn’t you tell me that the instructor was cute?”

“oh, i’m sorry.” taehyung responds sarcastically, “i didn’t think attractiveness was an important factor when considering an instructor.”

“well, it is when the instructor looks like that-” you feel your cheeks warm when jungkook smiles brightly at the two of you before waving enthusiastically, “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!”

“i don’t know what there is to freak out about. the guy’s handsome- so what?” taehyung waves back at jungkook before giving your hips a playful squeeze, “if anything, you should see this as a bonus - you get some eye-candy while you learn!”

“okay, well, don’t make me sound pervy-”

“not to mention, he’s your age! so it’ll be like you’re just hanging out with a friend-”

“a friend?! taehyung, i’m wearing overalls, my hair is in pigtails, and all this protective gear that you shoved me in makes me look like an eight year old-!” you gasp when you feel yourself suddenly bump into something hard and taehyung quickly loops his arm around your waist to keep you from toppling over

it’s a second later that you realize the something hard that you bumped into was jungkook’s obviously broad chest, so obviously this rollerskating lesson is already off to a fantastic start 

“woah, you got it?” jungkook holds both his hands out in case you fall over and you let out a nervous chuckle before reaching up to push your helmet up slightly

“i’m fine!” your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “…hello.”

“hi! it’s nice to meet you- y/n, right?” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake and you smile nervously before reaching out to take it, “my name’s jungkook! i’m super excited for today. we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

you don’t know if it’s just because he’s clearly one of those fun and overly friendly! instructors or if he’s just naturally bubbly but he’s talking to you like you’re a child

(you probably could’ve ditched the pigtails today.) 

“okay, i’m going to go off now so let me just hand y/n over to you-” taehyung arm slips from your waist before he gently rolls you towards jungkook, “you two have fun!”

your hands immediately slap down on the railings right as you feel yourself about you slip and you let out a breath of relief

that was a close call

“we will!” jungkook smiles, waving at taehyung as he skates off, “you enjoy yourself out there!”

you watch helplessly as taehyung skates away, jungkook turning back to look at you with a (very handsome) smile

you feel your heart skip a beat once again and you immediately curse in your head 

…you’re screwed.

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“because of the balance and control required, it’ll take a little bit of getting used to- but once you get the hang out it, rollerskating is super fun!” jungkook reaches out so you can take his hand, “do you wanna let go of the bar for me?”

there are a lot of things you’d like to do for jungkook but letting go of the railing and potentially falling in front of him is most definitely not one of them

“you know, i think i’m good!” you chuckle, your knuckles practically going white at how tightly you’re gripping onto the railing, “why don’t you just keep talking while i… you know, get used to the feeling of just standing while wearing skates?”

“okay, if that’s what you’re comfortable with, that’s what we can do. let’s see… ah!” jungkook perks up, clapping his hands together before gesturing down to his own feet, “so, you’re gonna wanna keep your feet shoulder-width apart. can you do that for me?”

you look down at your feet, not at all surprised to see that they’re practically glued to each other

okay

shoulder-width apart

you can do that, right?

you lift your right foot up slowly before quickly moving it farther away from your left foot, your skate skidding slightly against the floor as you stomp down

goD these skates are clunky

you’ll never understand how people find this activity genuinely enjoyable

“see? not so bad, right? now, i’m really going to need you to let go of the bar for me so that we can move onto the next step- i swear i won’t let you fall if you take my hand.”

your eyes flicker down to his outstretched hand and you twist your lips uncertainly, “you promise?”

jungkook places his hand over his heart, “i promise.”

you lift one hand off the rail and quickly take jungkook’s hand, pausing for a second to make sure that everything feels okay before quickly lifting the other hand off the rail

you practically slap your hand down on jungkook’s other palm and let out a breath of relief as soon as he grips it tightly, and you look back in concern when jungkook starts to pull you away from the railing

“there you go! see?” jungkook smiles brightly, giving your hands a squeeze to get you to focus on him instead of the bars, “not so bad, right?” 

“yeah, i guess so…” you puff out, feeling your heart starting to pound harder not onLY because the safety of the railings have been taken away from you but also because jungkook’s hands are… very soft.,,. and very warm,.,. and very pretty.,., and all-in-all very nice

“okay, step two. so, this next part is going to make you feel a little silly, but we have to walk like ducks because it just makes the process of walking easier. you kind of have to point your toes outwards- yeah, just like that! and don’t forget to squat a little-” jungkook hums, leaning over a little so he can look to see if your stance is okay, “perfect! we’re just going to keep practicing until you get used to walking...”  

“you know, taehyung actually took me ice-skating over the holidays and i fell, like… ten times.” you snort, keeping your eyes on your skates as you take one small step after another, “i thought rollerskating would be easier but i feel like there are more rules to worry about…”

“oh my god, don’t even worry about it-“ jungkook snorts, shaking his head, “i’m an awful ice-skater. you’d think it’d come naturally to me because i can rollerskate- plus, i don’t see the fun in ice-skating! i know it’d never happen but i’m always paranoid that the skates are going to slice-”

“-the ice open and you’re going to fall through and plunge into the icy water?”

“exactly! see, you get it.” jungkook grins, leaning down a little to check your posture again, “you know, you’re a complete natural. i don’t know why you were so nervous to begin with!”

you snort in response and resist the urge to tell him that his face was one of the major things that contributed to your nerves 

“ooh, and you know what else i hate about ice-skating?” jungkook gasps, “that if i fall and get my hands on the ground, someone’s going to skate over them and amputate all of my fingers.”

you immediately burst into giggles and he gawks playfully

“are you laughing at a genuine fear of mine, y/n?? i didn’t take you to be someone who could be so cruel…”

“no, i’m not laughing at you!” you smile softly and you can’t help but note how warm and comforting his presence is, “i’m just- i said that exact same thing to taehyung when we were ice-skating and he said i was being ridiculous, so it’s nice to know that someone shares the same opinions on ice-skating as i do.” you instinctively squeeze jungkook’s hands when you feel the wheels roll out from underneath you a little and you end up jerking forward a little 

“woah-! you’re okay- i’ve got you…” jungkook rubs his thumbs over your knuckles reassuringly as he waits for you to regain your balance and start walking again, “i told you i wouldn’t let you fall, remember?”

“yeah…” you smile shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up a little

you don’t feel as nervous anymore

no wonder jungkook has a five-star rating as an instructor

he’s great!

“also, you do realise we’ve walked, like, an entire round around the rink, right?”

“what? we have?” you pause, looking up from your skates for the first time in ten minutes 

you’re almost at the spot you were at right when you first started

woah

wow!!

you didn’t even realize!!

that’s so cool!!

you walked an entire round without falling (a lot of almost-falling, but you’ll take it)!!!

“i mean, i don’t know about you, but i feel like we can move on to gliding now…” jungkook whistles lowly, “you’re a very fast learner so i’m not worried.”

“gliding is…” you lean over a little when you notice taehyung having a blast at the other side of the rink with his new companion, the two of them skating side by side

she laughs at something he says before playfully swatting at his arm

it’s just good to see him smiling and not crying for once 

one of the things that you love most about taehying is that he’s so in tune with his emotions, but when his ex (he forbade you from saying her name) broke up with him, he cried so much that you were pretty sure he had completely dehydrated himself 

so it’s nice that he seems to be enjoying himself! 

“so, gliding is-” jungkook steps over to get right into your line of vision and you quickly look back at him with an attentive smile, “basically turning your steps into smoooooth strokes. instead of dropping your foot straight down, you’re going to be pushing it forward and out. it’s kind of hard to explain gliding… you kinda just have to let momentum carry you forward and do its thing, you know? it’s literally just a one foot after the other situation.”

“well, if you can glide backwards, i’m sure i can figure out how to do it normally.” you point out, jungkook snorting in response

“trust me, you’ll be able to pick it up quickly. remember that when you’re gliding on one foot to keep your other slightly hovering above ground so it doesn’t interfere-” jungkook stops himself when he notices your brows knitting together (you seem to do this a lot when you’re focusing too hard on something), “ah, you know- i find that it’s easier to glide when you’re not actually focused on the gliding!” he chirps, giving your hands a reassuring squeeze, “if it helps, you can keep your eyes on me instead of staring down at your skates.”

hAh

if anything, staring directly at jungkook is going to throw you off your game compared to keeping your eyes glued on the ground

“okay, i will... try not to focus on the gliding while simultaneously focus on the gliding.” your tongue instinctively pokes out slightly in concentration as you push forward with one foot, being sure to keep your other a little above ground just like jungkook said 

you quickly switch to the other foot when you feel your right foot slowly starting to lose momentum, pushing off with your left instead and lengthening your stride so you can skate a little further 

hey

look at that! 

not bad!! 

“look at you go, superstar!” jungkook cheers encouragingly, grinning from ear to ear as he watches you gliding flawlessly, “you were born for this!” 

“you know, you may have a point- woAh-” your skates roll out a little from under you and you lurch forward, jungkook quickly sliding his grip from your hands to underneath your elbows to keep you from falling, “...yeah, so i spoke too soon.” you huff, blowing a strand of hair away from your face as you glance up at jungkook, still bent over at a ninety degree angle

“it’s my bad, i think i may have blown up your ego with all my compliments-” the sides of his eyes crinkle as he laughs, “all good?” 

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and feel a piece of your soul float out from your body when you realise you basically look like a little old woman clutching onto one of those rolling walkers

wow

the possibility of jungkook being interested in you was low to begin with, but now it’s probably been squashed entirely

“uh, yes!” you clear your throat as you force yourself to stand up stick-straight, your knees clacking together for a second before you get back into position, “all good! i’m all good. we’re good.” 

oh boy 

if it makes you feel any better… it can’t get any worse than this, right?

“i-” you jolt when the music suddenly clicks off and is replaced by the shrill ringing of microphone feedback

“youch.” jungkook winces, raising his shoulder slightly and tilting his head down towards it so he can try to cover up one of his ears 

your brows furrow in confusion as you look up towards the speakers, unsure of if there’s just a technical difficulty or if something important is happening, “what’s going o-”

“sorry for the interruption, skaters! we just wanted to cut in and wish every single one of you a happy valentine’s day...” 

a large disco ball lowers from the ceiling as the lights begin to dim, the room suddenly engulfed in a warm pink glow as visions of glinting sparkles and hearts reflect from the disco ball onto the wooden floors along with the velvety walls

oh, god

seriously?!

you look up towards the speakers and resist the urge to curse and shake your fist at them like an angry old man

haven’t the people here considered that there might be single people in the rink?! 

…on valentine’s day…??

yeah that doesn’t make much sense

“grab your lover and glide along the floor as we play you some romantic tunes on this romantic evening… also, to the owner of a baby blue mercedes-benz convertible- i repeat, a baby blue mercedez-benz convertible... your car is parked in a tow-away zone. that’s all!”

the bee gees’ how deep is your love starts to play and you quickly pull your hands away from jungkook’s, your face flushing in embarrassment at the sudden change in atmosphere

you wobble slightly as soon as you pull away and immediately stick both your arms out in a poor attempt to keep balanced

okay

all you have to do is glide your way towards the exit so that you’re not just awkwardly standing in the middle of the ring while lovey-dovey couples skate around you

it’s only then that you realise that jungkook is facing away from you and seemingly looking for someone

you tap him on the shoulder and he turns to glance at you, “yes?”

“who... who are you looking for?” you frown, leaning over to peer over him so you can see what he’s seeing

“hm? oh, i was just looking for your boyfriend…” he trails off, continuing to look around the rink, “the two of you probably want to skate together right now and you’ll get to show off your brand new gliding skills, which is exciting-”

“boyfri- are you talking about taehyung?” you snort, quirking a brow in amusement, “he’s… oh my god, he’s definitely not my boyfriend. i’m only here for emotional support because he just got out of a relationship- we don’t have to get into it- the point is, he’s not my boyfriend. i don’t, uh, i’m not in a relationship at the moment. i’m… very single.”

why are you still talking?!

you clear your throat as you look for the nearest exit gate

“oh!” jungkook blinks before turning back around to face you, “in that case-“ your eyes widen in surprise when he sticks his hand out for you to take, “shall we?”

you blink down at his outstretched hand cluelessly before suddenly realizing what it is he’s asking

“oh, i-” you snort, immediately shaking your head, “no, you don’t have to do that…”

“what do you mean?” jungkook frowns, tilting his head curiously, “you don’t want to skate with me? after all we’ve been through?? y/n, you’re breaking my heart here!” he jokes, clutching at his chest before pouting (quite cutely) at you 

“n-no!” you laugh lightly, shaking your head, “i mean, of course i’d love to skate with- i-it’s very nice of you to offer, and i know you’re obviously being paid and stuff but you don’t… ah, you don’t have to force yourself to skate with me if you don’t want to...” you mutter, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “like, i’m sure taehyung’s already planning to give you an extra big tip for basically babysitting me all night so you don’t have to force yourself to do anything extra-”

“no, i wanna skate with you!” jungkook interrupts, skating over so that he’s standing next to you instead, “plus, it’ll be good practice, right?”

“well, i-” you don’t get a chance to respond before jungkook’s suddenly slipping an arm around your waist and holding onto one of your hands for extra support, “i don’t know, i suppose i’m just not used to gliding without holding both of your hands so i’m just worried i’m going to make both of us fall somehow which would be mortifying-”

“that’s alright, i can hold both your hands if you feel safer that way,” jungkook chuckles, his arm sliding away from your waist so he can swivel around and stand in front of you again, “after all, it’s better to be safe than to be sorry!” he takes your hands gently as he starts to skate backwards, his thumbs rubbing the tops of your knuckles comfortingly

-‘cause we’re living in a world of fools... breaking us down... when they all should let us be... we belong to you and me...

how deep is your love continues to echo all around you and even though you feel a little awkward skating around with your instructor to a very romantic song, you have to admit that this was a great choice of song for valentine’s day 

it’s a timeless classic! 

“so, you, um…” jungkook clears his throat after a minute or two of comfortable silence, turning back for a second to glance over his shoulder and make sure he’s not about to crash into anyone, “what kind of things do you like doing?”

and it’s me you need to show... how deep is your love?

“rollerskating. is it not obvious?” you joke, looking up at him and reminding yourself that you should make more of an effort to look at him and noT constantly at the ground, “um, i don’t know! that’s kind of a broad question, i guess. i like... i like... i like painting-! i mean, i’m not good at it, but it’s a pretty relaxing hobby...” 

“painting is nice!” jungkook nods slowly in agreement before perking up slightly, “say, have you ever been to a pottery studio?” 

“you know, i actually haven’t!” you shake your head before staring past jungkook’s shoulder in thought, “i should go to one... it sounds like a lot of fun! do you...” you cough quietly and avert your gaze slightly, “do you go there often with your... uh, significant other?” 

“me? oh, i’m not in a relationship.” jungkook chuckles before giving you a shrug, “none of my co-workers wanted to take the valentine’s day shift because they actually have someone to spend valentine’s day with, so... that’s why i’m here!”

“oh! so, you’re…” you trail off before pressing your lips together and giving him a firm nod, “i see.”

so you’re both single?

interesting

very interesting 

you can’t help but wonder if he’s looking to change that  

“i-”

“incoming!”

you don’t even get a chance to turn around to see what’s going on when suddenly someone’s basHING into you from behind and making you lose your balance

and the next thing you know you’re stumbling forwards and poor jungkook’s reflexes aren’t fast enough because-

“oh-!” you land on top of jungkook with your legs on either side of him, your knee pads clacking loudly against the ground, “oh, shit-” 

“sorry! my bad!” taehyung glides past you with a sheepish smile before not-so-subtly gesturing to the girl he’s got on his arm and giving you an obnoxious wink and a thumbs up as a way to let you know he’s definitely getting boned tonight

you want nothing more than to rip your skates off right now so you can chase after him and bash his head in 

you turn to look down at jungkook, immediately raising your hands up off his (broad, broad) chest as your entire face flushes bright red, “i am- i am so sorry- are you okay?? is your head okay?? i can- i can give you my helmet!” you wince, reaching up to unbuckle your helmet before hastily taking it off and tossing it aside

“don’t sweat it, i’m completely fine-” jungkook laughs lightly before shaking his head, propping himself up onto his elbows and blowing a curled strand of hair away from his eyes with a puff, “my head’s fine! luckily i didn’t hit it on the ground or anything like that, but my ass-”

“oh, god. i’m so sorry- here, i’ll-” you attempt to get up off the ground only for the wheels on your skates to roll out from under you and for your knee to smack against the ground again, jungkook grunting as you bounce on him a little harder than intended, “oh, jesus christ-”

great

there’s no way you’re going to be able to get up because of these stupid skates and now your very cute instructor is a hostage in between your thighs!

“this is so humiliating, i am... so, so sorry- i’m definitely forcing taehyung to give you a generous tip after all of this is over-” you laugh uncomfortably, your hands about to place themselves on jungkook’s chest again before you quickly move them so that they’re on either side of his head instead

of course, this position isn’t any better because now you’re just staring down at his face directly 

little white hearts from the disco ball float over his face and though you know this is hardly the right time, your heart can’t help but go badumpbadump at the reminder of how pretty jungkook is 

“okay, wait, what if i-” he suddenly sits straight up and your eyes immediately cross at the close proximity of your faces, “hi.”

you don’t know if it’s even possible but you feel your face get even redder and you find that you’re unable to look away from jungkook 

he has very sweet-looking eyes 

they’re a very nice shade of brown 

“i- uh, hello.” you clear your throat quietly, pressing your hands as close to your own chest as possible so that you’re not touching jungkook, “hi.” 

the last thing you want is for him to accuse you of groping him

but maybe it’d be a good thing to get a lifetime ban from the rollerskating rink

then taehyung will never be able to force you to skate again!

“we should take your skates off so that we’re not stuck like this all night.” you twitch when you feel jungkook’s hand slide down the side of your calf before reaching the top of your skates, “do you think you can undo your other one for me?”

“ah- yes. yes, i can do that.” you turn away so you can look back at your skate, reaching down and ripping the velcro strap before hurrying to undo the laces

you feel jungkook fumble at your skate, yanking the tie loose before trying to help you wiggle your foot out of it, “okay, just pull your foot out-”

“yeah, lemme just-” you have to shuffle forwards in order for jungkook to pull the skate off of you and your nose crinkles when you realize you’ve just gone ahead and fully pressed your chest to jungkook’s 

wonderful

just wonderful 

(for the record, he smells really good... but you’re pretty sure you sound like a creep right now, so maybe you should go ahead and scrap that thought.) 

“what happened to not letting me fall?” you joke lightly as you get up off the ground, hoping to ease the tension a little from whatever all of that was, “are you sure you’re okay? i didn’t break anything?” 

“i promise you i’m totally fine-” jungkook gets back up onto his feet and bends down to pick up your skates before popping up to look at you with a grin, “and it only happened because i was distracted!” he pauses for a brief moment before tilting his head, his smile softening, “can you blame me? you’re very pretty.”

oh

you weren’t expecting him to say that

“oh, that’s- ha… that’s very nice of you.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before letting out a nervous chuckle, “you are… also… quite… visually appealing.”

quite visually appealing  

why are you speaking like an alien trying to convince everyone that they aren’t an alien?!

“so, there’s still about half an hour left of your lesson left, but i feel like you’ve had enough of skating for now.” jungkook changes the subject quickly and you can’t help but notice that his ears are starting to get red, “we can just sit on the bench and rest... or do you... uh, do you maybe want to share a chilli dog with me?” he asks quietly, and for the first time since meeting him he’s the one who looks away from you first 

“...you know, i think that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” you giggle, reaching over to loop your arm through his when he sticks it out for you, “i would love to share a chilli dog with you.” 

“not to flex or anything, but i do get the employee discount…” jungkook clicks his tongue, reaching up to pop open his collar obnoxiously before turning to give you a wide grin, “and if that doesn’t impress you, i don’t know what will.”

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"Who do you belong to darling?"

The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped.

"You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!"

⚔︎

It was the party of the year. The Slytherin common-room was in full swing as all four houses meshed together to simply wind down after exams and have a good time. You'd gone to the party with a few girl friends from your dorm, Harry promising to meet you there after he was done with quidditch practice.

"Hey y/l/n! Want a drink?"

Zabini approached you sitting on the couch, two red solo cups in hand as he passed one to you, flopping down on the green satin couch and wrapping an arm around you. The two of you weren't exactly friends, but also weren't exactly strangers. You shared flirty comments in potions, but both of you knew nothing serious would come from it. He was just fun to be around, and you knew he felt the same about you.

Oh, and there was something else about him.

Seeing you talk to Blaise drove Harry absolutely insane.

It wasn't that Harry didn't trust you, he definitely did. He just was an incredibly possessive guy, and you found it really, really hot. But also, you found yourself enjoying Blaise's company, so you grew closer to the Slytherin. Playing with fire more and more as the days passed. ⚔︎ Harry stepped into the Slytherin Common Room laughing, the door closing behind him as he slapped Ron on the back. Scanning the room, the laughter dissipated and his jaw clenched, unconsciously gripping Ron's shirt which had the ginger wincing, looking to see what had pissed his best friend off. Ron's eyes landed on you, clad in a tight-fitting dress, sitting with Zabini's arm wrapped around your shoulders. The pair of you were laughing at something as you leaned in a little too close to the Slytherin. The seeker's eyes narrows behind his glasses, stalking over to the couch and stood in front of you. "Oh hey Haz! I didn't know you'd come already. D'you wanna top me off?" Shoving your cup into your boyfriend's hands, Harry took a whiff of the container which reeked of firewhiskey. He could tell you were tipsy, and pulled you up off the couch, whispering into your ear. "No, but I'd like to fill you up." You swallowed slightly, your throat suddenly feeling dry despite all that you'd been drinking that night. Harry threw Blaise a weak smile as he leaned away from your ear, a smile that definitely did not match the dark look in his eyes. "Zabini I'm going to take her back to my dorm for a bit. She's clearly out of it." The aforementioned Slytherin shrugged and got up off the sofa, not before turning back to throw you a wink. "Until next time, Y/N." ⚔︎ The door to Harry's dorm was thrown open with just a wave of his hand, an impressive feat of wandless magic that you were not in the proper headspace to admire. "Did you forget who you belonged to, y/n, hmm? Because it sure as hell seemed like it." The boy all but growled at you, making you shiver slightly, dampness pooling in your underwear. "W-what do you mean Harry?" The boy let out a humourless laugh, his eyes dark with lust and determination, before pushing you down onto the bed nearest to the door, pinning your arms above you. "It seems my little slut needs to be taught a lesson." A moan elicited from your throat as Harry leaned down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your hands shot to your usual position – lost in his mess of curls. But he moved away as soon as you did so. "No can do baby doll, bad girls don't get to touch. In fact, I think that in itself deserves a punishment. Come, get up, strip, then lay yourself over my lap." You slipped off your dress and shoes, standing in front of Harry in just the green lace underwear that you'd worn for the night. The sight of the underwear made Harry's cock swell slightly, but a bitter taste formed in his mouth. "You little slut. Wore that for Zabini didn't you? Your pretty little tits covered in Slytherin colours. Now we can't have that, can we?" He grabbed you harshly, basically throwing you over his lap as he grabbed your left tit over the thin lace of your bra, his other calloused hand rubbing your ass. He took the bra off, letting your tits free, throwing the bra somewhere across the room, summoning a paddle from a secret trunk under his bed. "Now my little whore, I want you to count, and thank me with each one. Let's start with twenty, and we'll see how it goes." You whined in response, but did not object. Slap. "One, thank you sir." Slap. ⚔︎ Twenty-eight spanks later – Harry said you answered too late for some, and squealed a little too loud for the others, and you were on the verge of tears. Wiping the tears that had spilled away, Harry flipped you onto the bed, a dangerous smile on his face. "Very good baby. But don't think it's over yet. You still haven't answered for your actions. You know how I feel about Zabini. Now, I'll make you feel the same." Waving his hand yet again, ribbons, crimson ones of course, flew to bind your hands and legs to the posts of the 4-poster bed. A gag followed

a few moments later, covering your mouth. Leaving you for a second, Harry returned with an array of his favourite toys, making you whimper at the sight of them. He switched on his favourite one, a purple curved vibrator, and pressed it to your clothed clit, a moan ripping from your throat as he toyed with your nipple simultaneously. "Now, because you've been so bad, I don't think you deserve to cum until I've been inside you. Don't you agree darling?" Shaking your head vigorously, your body too sensitive for you to produce any noise, you pleaded with your eyes, but Harry only smirked. "Oh you do! Fantastic. Now, since my little slut is so enthusiastic, why don't we try something new?" Harry ripped the green thong right off of your body, making you groan slightly, narrowing your eyes at him as he smiled innocently back at you. His fingers traced your slit making you moan, gathering the moisture that you had produced on two of his fingers, before leaning forward to give your cunt a soft lick. His slickened hand slowly started to trace your asshole, pushing one finger in as he pushed his tongue into your hole, thrusting in and out of both holes with the same pace. "You like that? You good? Remember to click." The words caused vibrations to travel up your body, moaning into the gag, nodding. Harry's concern for you turning you on further, the knowledge that you could get out of the restraints at any second making you remember how much Harry cared for you. The aforementioned boy hastened the pace at your encouragement, adding a second finger into your asshole. Just as your moans started getting louder and your cunt began fluttering, Harry stopped, moving away from you and off the bed, making you shriek in protest of your lost orgasm. "I told you darling, not yet." With that, he picked up the vibrator he'd abandoned just now, as well as a set of anal beads that he'd newly acquired, and gently put them into you, leaning back and admiring his work. "Well, I'm going back to the party. See you in a bit!" Harry plucked his wand from his back pocket, casting disillusionment and muffliato charms over you, ignoring the screams of protest that came from behind the gag. "Oh by the way, the muffliato is only for the vibrator. Not for you. Don't be too loud! And don't forget. No cumming. Love you!" ⚔︎ Harry was back at the party, sipping his firewhiskey and not even slightly listening to what Dean was saying to him. All he could think about was Y/N. Naked. Tied up. Shaking. Moaning his name. The thought alone made him so hard he was certain you could see every vein of his dick through his pants. "Anyways, I'm going to go back to the dorm real quick. I promised Nott to get him a...Muggle treat. Be right back." Only after the slight slap on the bicep and the closing of the massive wood doors did Harry register what Dean had said. "Oh shit." ⚔︎ You couldn't help yourself as the vibrations kept thrumming through you, trying to keep yourself quiet had become almost useless as you knew that everyone in your grade was at the party, but the fear and adrenaline of being caught turned you on more and more. You and Harry had discussed doing something like this multiple times, but you'd never expected it to be tonight. Torn from your thoughts, you were forced to remember why this toy was Harry's favourite as the vibrations changed in intensity once in a while – Harry could control it with his wand, and Merlin was he doing it. It was like the boy had memorised the way you orgasmed, knew exactly how much it would take to get you to the edge, and then knew exactly how to get you off of it. Lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed the thundering of someone coming up the stairs, and you immediately shut your mouth. Struggling against the restraints you remembered the disillusionment charm, and bit on the gag, hoping whoever came in would go straight back out. "Now where's that bloody mag?" Dean had slipped into the room, tripping over his feet slightly, causing him to have to steady himself on the bed nearest to the door, the

bed you were currently tied to, which nearly made you squeal in fear and shock, suddenly thankful for the gag that had been making your jaw ache. "Merlin, who's–" "Ay mate." Harry walked into the room, a cup barely hanging from his hands as he nodded at Dean, casting a sly glance towards the bed he knew you were on. "Hey Harry. Why're you up here?" The small smile that appeared on Harry's face made you shudder as he subtly turned up the vibrations on his wand. That boy was going to be the death of you... "Nothing much. Kinda tired, and I came here to find something for y/n. I'll head back down in a bit." A hum came from Dean's shadow, who was stood at a bed that was far too close to yours for your liking, as a triumphant sound emerged from the boy. "Finally found the mag! Right, I'm headed back down, see you in a bit Potts." ⚔︎ As the disillusionment charm lifted, Harry was greeted by a very, very, red y/n, with every crevice of your body twitching. An intense moan ripped from your throat as you watched him approach you, caressing your body softly, feeling the callouses on his hands on your soft skin. "You've been so good for me baby. So good. Are you ready for your reward?" You nodded vigorously, tears spilling from your eyes as he switched off the vibrator, removing it from your hole. He began stripping, the slow pop of each button on his dress shirt revealing more and more of his quidditch toned body, making you cry out as the seeker pulled down his pants, allowing his cock out of the tight restraints of his jeans. He removed the gag, placing a soft kiss on your lips as whimpers and moans erupted. "Please. I need you inside me so bad. Want you so bad. Please sir." He attached his lips to your neck, smiling against it as he pumped himself softly, prepping himself to enter you. "Now I can't deny my pretty little slut what she wants, can I?" He sank into you, both of you moaning out simultaneously as he felt your wet warmth tighten around him, reaching behind you to pull the silver anal beads out. "Oh, Haz, please. I'm going – to cum already." Harry began thrusting in and out of you, loud moans rumbling against your collarbone as he kissed and sucked on it, leaving a dark hickey on the bone. "Fuck, yes, cum around my cock. Let me feel your tight little cunt cum baby." A scream ripped from your throat, your voice almost hoarse from the sound you'd just emitted, your entire body shuddering as you released the most intense orgasm of your life – having been kept on edge for almost two hours now. "Fuck, Harry!" As you came, Harry clicked his fingers as quickly as he thrusted into you, the binds falling away from your appendages. Basking in a post-orgasmic bliss for a brief moment, you were brought back into reality by Harry continuing his thrusts into you. "Oh, you're so tight. And this pretty little pussy is all mine." You wrapped your hands around his neck, pressing your lips close to Harry's, moaning against his lips as the thrusts hastened. His hand reached down to your clit, rubbing in vigorous circles, while yours gripped onto his shoulders, leaving nail marks – a reminder of tonight. "Tell me. Who do you belong to darling?" The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped. "You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!" Content with the answer, Harry began kissing down your neck, before reaching your tits, sucking and kissing the two nipples, never stopping the furious attack on your clit. "Come on y/n. Cum for me again baby. Cum with me." His cock twitched inside of you, and the stimulus of everything came down upon you as you came for the second time, and Harry the first, releasing his seed into you, moaning into your breast as you scratched down Harry's back, no doubt leaving marks for everyone to see during tomorrow's practice. He pulled out of you slowly, watching as the aftermath of your time together spilled out of your hole, then placed tender kisses on your ankles and wrists. "You did so well for me darling. So, so well." You hummed, caught in a daze, uncertain of how to keep your head from spinning at the moment. "How are you baby? Give me a colour y/n." The colours were a measure of your well-being: green was good, orange was uncertain but alright, red, well red doubled as your safe word. But you'd never had to use it once with Harry. "Orange, because my head won't stop spinning and my body won't stop thrumming. But I'm fine Haz." He smiled worriedly down at you, his glasses fogged slightly from the sweat that dripped down his face. "I love you so much. Now let's get you cleaned up." ⚔︎ After Harry cleaned you up and about fifteen minutes lounging on, well, whoever's bed this was, you slipped on your dress, without any underwear on, because Harry had literally ripped your thong apart, and got ready to head back down to the party.

"You're so beautiful. I love you so much."

Harry pinched your ass through the dress, giving you a kiss as you two stood at the top of the stairs, meeting Ron who was on his way up.

"Hey mate. Going to bed?"

The ginger nodded, yawning slightly.

"Yeah, hard practice today. See you tomorrow mate. You too y/n. Looks like you had fun."

He wiggled his eyebrows at the hickeys that covered your neck and collarbones, causing you to blush as Harry pushed his friend towards the room.

"Alright alright. Get outta here. Good night!"

The ginger gave a reply, which then turned into a shriek.

"Harry! Why's there a bra on my bed! And a – AHHH. Wait, why's Seamus' bed a mess? He made it this morning! Harry! For fuck's sake! We made a promise not to EVER DO THIS!"

The sound of footsteps came towards the large oak doors, as Harry ushered you down the stairs, the two of you laughing.

"Run. Run. RUN!"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! Just you wait!"