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formulaes5 · 11 months

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nothing in my system (feeling what i feel for you)

He tastes like cherry and vodka and Mark might actually fucking cry if he doesn’t get to kiss Sebastian Vettel like this forever for the rest of time. In which team celebrations are overrated and Mark finds God at the back of Seb's throat.

☆ 3.3k, E, ao3 ☆

It’s loud, nearly unbearably so. The club is packed to the brim with Red Bull team members; engineers and officials alike, all celebrating their Monaco one-two finish like their lives depended on it. The music was loud, the booze was on Red Bull’s tab, and Mark was relatively sure that it was Christian he could hear over the thump of the music, off in a corner booth, loudly explaining the ins and outs of his job to a handful of bemused looking employees, clearly less intoxicated than their boss. He got up from his bar stool with a snort, abandoning the last dregs of his beer on the bartop and walking off in search of a quieter spot to enjoy his victory from. It felt good to get one over his teammate, and Mark wasn’t going to let shitty top one hundred songs ruin it for him.

The crowd was surging now, moving with the beat in an uncoordinated mess, and Seb was using it as the perfect excuse to push through the throng towards Mark in confident strides, a beer and some fruity monstrosity of a cocktail clutched in hand and moving to the beat of whatever bass-heavy track was blaring in the background. He had forgone his usual horrendously ugly plaid shorts for a pair of jeans that hugged his legs all the way down, paired with an equally tight white tee that really left nothing to the imagination. Mark was a lot of things - he would admit to that - but one thing he wasn’t was a damn liar, and right now he could admit that Seb looked downright edible, all blond curls, big smiles, and the kind of firm round ass that was, in Mark’s professional opinion, just downright begging for a smack.

Mark rolls his eyes as Seb finally sidles up to him, pressing a beer into his hand with a big grin. “For the race winner”, he says jovially, not waiting for Mark’s response before taking a healthy swig of his own drink.

Mark thinks about refusing the beer, just to be contrary really, then decides that he doesn’t feel like playing their usual games. He won today, he felt great; he was going to take the damn beer.

He took a sip, shooting an obligatory “cheers mate” in Seb’s direction before realising with a start that Seb had picked up his preferred beer. He certainly hadn’t ever mentioned it to Seb. Interesting.

They struck up a decent conversation, discussing the race, their favourite parts, the highs and the lows and the notable incidents. Mark is vaguely aware of Seb placing his hand on his arm, moving it idly up his forearm as their conversation becomes more animated. He should probably have a problem with it, he thinks to himself absentmindedly. He should probably tell Seb to stop, or at least try and subtly move his arm away, try and discourage whatever Seb thinks he’s doing now. At the very least he shouldn’t like the way Seb is moving his hand along his arm.

They’ve definitely spent far too long huddled in the corner together avoiding the limelight at this point, but Mark couldn’t really find it within himself to care about external appearances this late into the night, his internal feelings on the matter of how touchy-feely Seb had been lately an entirely different matter. He doesn’t even know what they’re fucking talking about, and he suspects neither does his teammate, but all of a sudden Seb is bursting out into infectious peels of laughter, and Mark can’t help but to join in, doing a far larger amount of giggling than he would like to admit to as Sebastian stabilises himself by grabbing onto Mark’s shoulder for support, giggling the whole way through at what was no doubt an awful reference to classic British comedy or a highly circumspect and off colour joke not suitable for public broadcast.

“Air. I need some air,” Seb gasps through his giggles.

“Okay, okay mate,” Mark manages to get out between his own, “let’s find some air.”

They push their way through the crowd still laughing, Mark holding onto Seb’s hand and pulling him along by it so as not to get separated in the crowd as they work their way towards a back exit door, abandoning their finished drinks on a table they pass on the way out.

The door bangs against the wall as it opens and again as it closes, shattering the quiet of the alley they had emerged into. Mark takes a few steps and leans back against the wall, taking in the crisp night air and Sebastian’s slowly petering out giggles as he gets himself back under control and makes his way over to Mark. Seb stops next to him, suddenly quiet, with a look in his eye that Mark can’t quite parse.

Seb licks his lips and stares up at Mark as it all clicks into place. Hunger - that’s what the look is. If Mark wasn’t sure about where this was going before they got outside, he sure as fuck is now. That look was a perfect combination of predatory and desperate and they’re both tipsy, but nowhere close to drunk as Seb rocks up on his toes and plants his hand against Mark’s chest, pushing him back into the rough brick. Mark can’t even get a second to think; to work out if he’s interested, to react to whatever the fuck is going on here out the back of a Monaco nightclub, of all places, before Seb connects his lips with Mark’s in a messy approximation of a kiss, enthusiastic if a little sloppy. Mark could get on board with sloppy.

Fuck it, he decides. In for a penny. He kisses back just as sloppily; wet, messy and insistent. He presses his tongue forcefully into Sebastian’s mouth, tangling his tongue with Seb's. He tastes like cherry and vodka and Mark might actually cry if he doesn’t get to kiss Sebastian Vettel like this forever for the rest of time. He twists the fingers of one hand into the collar of Seb’s tight little shirt, pulling it taut around the back of his neck as he hauls him in closer to press a thigh between Seb’s own.

Seb rocks his hips down into Mark’s thigh, whining needily into his mouth as he does so, feeling sparks shoot up his back as a large hand presses firmly into his lower back, rucking up his shirt to rest against bare skin and dipping down to tuck his fingers into the waistband of Seb’s jeans. The kiss is downright filthy. It’s deep and electrifying and fucking fantastic and Seb had never enjoyed kissing anyone this much in his life.

Mark just can’t get over how much Seb seems to want this; want him. A part of him in a dark crevice of his mind somewhere is livid. Seb’s enthusiasm - demonstrated by the way he seems to be trying to crawl into Mark via his mouth - implies that he could have had Seb like this ages ago. He’s sure that he’s going to be pissed off if he finds out later that he could have had his tongue down Seb’s throat from the beginning of the year rather than waiting for them to get a third of the way through the season. That can be a problem for Future Mark, he decides as Seb does his level best to swallow down a particularly embarrassing gasp from Mark as their crotches rub up against each other in just the right way. Seb is giving everything he has to this kiss; it’s sloppy and perfect and if Mark doesn’t de-escalate the situation fast, he’s going to have bigger problems on his hands.

He pushes gently at Seb’s chest, encouraging him to pull back for air, parting from him with a shaky gasp.

Mark is at war with his own mind, battling over doing the correct, gentlemanly thing, or just saying fuck it and diving right back into those oh so enticing, deep pink lips, “Not that I’m not a hundred per cent on board with this,” Mark starts, trying to regain his breath as he runs a hand idly down the front of Seb’s shirt, “but you’re a bit drunk, aren’t you mate.”

Seb shoots an indignant scowl at him, but Mark pushes on while he still has the self-control for it. “Maybe we could pick this up later?”

He sounds ridiculous - his heart just isn’t in it. He knows it. Seb knows it. And to top it all off, Seb knows that he knows that Seb knows. It’s a hollow charade of decency that neither of them are really interested in playing out, and they both know it too. Good form can be so fucking overrated sometimes, and the sceptical look Seb is sending his way is just the icing on the cake.

Fuck it.

He slams back into Seb with all the finesse of a crashing car, and the shocked little squeak Seb lets slip could single-handedly fuel Mark’s wank bank for the next five years. He tangles his hand in Seb’s lovely blond curls and kisses him like he needs it to live, hard and fast and utterly indecent. He trails his lips from his mouth to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, relishing in the rasp of Seb’s stubble on his own. He makes his way back up to his mouth, crushing their lips together firmly and biting down on Seb’s bottom lip before pulling back, keeping Seb’s lip trapped between his teeth as he moves back to elicit a drawn-out moan from Sebastian as he pushes his thigh further up into his crotch to make up for the loss of his mouth against Seb’s.

He groans and closes his eyes hard, tipping his head backwards into the brick as Seb grabs at his crotch, pushes his hips forward, mindlessly pressing into Seb’s tiny fucking hand palming at his rapidly hardening length. Then Seb is moving, sinking downwards out of his line of sight and all of a sudden Sebastian Vettel is on his knees. Seb is down on the ground on his knees, and he’s on his knees just for Mark.

He looks down and Jesus Fucking Christ Seb is staring up at him from his knees, big blue eyes behind lovely blond lashes and if Mark doesn’t at the very least get some skin-to-skin contact with him he’s going to implode. He watches Seb bring his hand up to his belt buckle and Mark knows he’s fucked beyond measure as he sees him deftly unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans in one swift motion. He’s fucked. Absolutely fucked.

“Seb”, he gasps, still not quite believing what he’s seeing with his own two eyes.

“I’m definitely sober enough to suck your dick… Unless you don’t want me to?” he asks teasingly, the little shit. If Mark wasn’t so turned on right now, he’d be thinking about strangling him. Seb’s still looking up at him with that shit-eating grin as he palms at his crotch. Mark has no fucking clue what he would do if Seb stopped but it certainly doesn’t bear thinking about.

Seb slides his hand into Mark’s boxers, confidently wrapping his hand around his hard cock and giving an experimental tug, smiling sweetly as Mark lets out an appreciative sigh at the contact, before pushing his boxers down and out of the way. He looks up at him coyly and moves that little bit closer to bring Mark’s aching cock to rest tantalisingly against his kiss-bitten lips, placing gentle little kitten licks on the head of Mark’s cock as his hand finds a home fisted in the soft curls at the back of Seb’s head. He keeps kissing at the tip, gently sucking on it before pulling back and flattening his tongue against the underside of Mark’s cock, licking a long stripe up to the tip of his cock and taking him into his mouth, wrapping his lips around Mark’s cock and bobbing up and down a few times, letting himself adjust to the stretch of his lips and jaw around Mark’s girth. The hand on his head presses down gently, encouragingly almost, helping Seb to move down onto his cock and pick up a decent rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mark murmurs, “that’s it baby, good job.” He’s not even sure what he’s saying, just focused on making sure Seb keeps doing exactly what he’s doing, moaning around his cock and picking up the pace.

He moves his hand from where it was gripping Seb’s hair, stroking it back and forth over the hinge of his jaw and stretching his thumb out to touch the corner of Seb’s mouth as he moves on his cock, “Yes, you’re doing so well sweetheart, taking me so well.”

Mark rocks gently into the wet heat of his lips as Seb clutches at the denim covering the back of his thighs, humming in appreciation at the feeling of Mark’s cock hitting the back of his throat. And fuck, he’s actually in his throat. He’s got his cock down Sebastian Vettel’s pretty little throat and Mark can finally die a happy man. The head of his cock is pressed up against the back of Seb’s throat and he’s taking it like a fucking champion, hollowing his cheeks around the thick length of Mark’s cock and tightening his lips at the base, shoving his nose into the neatly trimmed hair of Mark’s pubes. He moves his hand from Seb’s jaw and back to his head, holding him there with a sturdy grip, briefly thrusting further before releasing his grip on Seb’s hair.

Seb pulls off him with a gasp, leaving just the tip resting on his tongue as he regains his breath. He’s got spit all over his mouth and tears in his eyes and he’s the most beautiful thing that Mark has ever seen in his life. The way Seb is suckling at the head of his cock feels like borderline torture at this point, and he knows that he won’t last much longer when Seb dives back down onto his length, intensifying his ministrations with a single-minded focus as he moves progressively faster up and down Mark’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Mark tapped urgently at Seb’s jaw, trying to pull away, to give Seb the option, but he wasn’t taking it, “Seb, baby.”

He barely gets a second to react to the building heat in his gut before it snaps like a rubber band and he comes with a strangled curse, right into Seb’s enthusiastic little mouth, still bobbing away on Mark’s cock, milking him for everything he had and swallowing enthusiastically around him.

Seb looks lazily up at him as he pulls off his cock, still connected by a thin trail of saliva running from the head of Mark's cock right to Seb's mouth. Seb swipes his tongue across his lips, breaking the connection and grinning smugly, obviously proud of himself.

It's just about the hottest thing Mark's ever seen, and he'll probably make some tentative plans to address that with himself later, but at the moment he has more pressing concerns.

“Fuck," he grits out, "get up here baby.” He pulls Seb roughly up to him, zeroing in on a leftover drop of come under Seb’s lip. The speed with which he rushes to lick it off of Seb’s face is probably indicative of a larger problem, but Mark doesn’t have time for problems now as he licks his way almost ferally into Seb’s mouth, chasing the taste of himself on Seb’s tongue and moaning at the thought of it. The power with which his orgasm had crashed over him had perhaps knocked some brain cells loose in the process.

Seb kisses back just as aggressively, pressing his hips insistently into Mark’s thigh, reminding him that he wasn’t the only person that needed to get off in this situation. Mark generally liked to hold himself to a high standard of performance when it came to pleasuring his partners in the bedroom, or the alleyway in this situation, and leaving Seb hanging simply wouldn't do.

He reaches down and undoes Seb’s belt, roughly pulls his jeans halfway down his thighs with a shaky hand, then he’s shoving his hand into Seb’s briefs and wrapping a large hand around him, producing a filthy, pornographic moan from the man in question as he finally received the long-awaited attention he had been craving. It didn’t take much, clearly having been on the edge for so long had put Sebastian on a hair trigger. Mark strokes his hand down Seb’s cock once, twice, and he’s gone, coming with a cry of Mark’s name, splattering his release onto the ground as he leaned his head in to rest on Mark’s shoulder, panting hot heavy breaths into Mark as his orgasm swept through him.

Mark gave him a minute, then placed a finger on Seb’s chin, gently tilting his head up and leaning in to plant a soft, closed-mouth kiss on his swollen lips. They stand there for a few minutes trading soft kisses before Mark decides to take the initiative. He tucks Seb and then himself back into place, pulling up zippers and tightening belts in the quiet of the night.

“You good?” he asks Seb quietly, stroking over his cheek and checking for anything that might look out of place if they were to reenter the club, finding nothing except his shockingly pink lips, which could hardly be fixed now.

“Ja,” Seb chirped happily, pressing his face into Mark’s hand with a distinctly sleepy hum, “alles gut.”

Mark lets out an amused huff at the fact that English had seemingly abandoned Seb in the moment. He stroked his thumb over the corner of his jaw, leaning in to kiss one corner of Sebastian's mouth, then the other, before placing one last kiss squarely on his lips, loving the way that Seb hummed with clear appreciation in his tone as he kissed him back.

All of a sudden their quiet moment was viciously interrupted by a loud bang. Mark whirled around as the door slammed against the wall, instinctively parting from Seb and dropping his hand from his face, positioning himself half in front of him as he turned to face the source of the noise..

“There you are!” cried Christian with barely disguised relief colouring his face, clearly oblivious to what he had just stumbled across his two drivers doing. “We’ve been looking for you!”

Taking stock of the situation, Christian peered back at Seb with concern. He turned to Mark to check, “Is Seb okay?”

Mark affected a nonchalant grin before responding to his boss, who would no doubt be decidedly not thrilled to learn that Mark had just had his prized driver on his knees sucking his cock like it was his greatest passion in life. “Yeah mate, no worries. He just had a bit much to drink so we came out for some air.”

The worry cleared from Christian’s face. Obviously, Seb had just overdone it a bit and Mark was looking out for him.

“Y’know how it is with lightweights,” Mark chuckled, shooting Christian a conspiratorial look as he jerked his thumb back at Seb dismissively.

“Am not a lightweight!” Seb chimed in indignantly from behind him, suddenly slurring his words in a way he certainly hadn’t been before they came outside. Mark was concerned for all of five seconds, worried that maybe he had misjudged the situation and taken advantage, before cottoning onto Seb’s dastardly plan. He shook his head to clear his worry, feeling a little foolish. Seb had the situation all under control here.

Mark turned to face Seb, shooting him a wink. “C’mon then mate,” he said, “let’s help peel the team off the floor in there shall we? Then we’ll tuck you into bed for the night.”

Seb let out a little snort before following Mark and Christian back inside the club, feeling extremely satisfied with himself as he reached out to pinch Mark’s ass on the way in, laughing when Mark jumped in alarm and reached out behind him to swat at Seb in protest.

He could certainly get used to this.

#sebmark #martian #f1 rpf #ao3 #my fics #rpf #nsfw.txt #fic: nothing in my system (feeling what i feel for you)

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transyurikatsuki · 4 months

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DORIAN!! multiples of five pleath

alsdfhsdkjf thank you for asking ahhhhhh :') dorian is my sad little vampire bb and he has all the issues and we love him for it

5) how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

oh he dresses much more practically than aesthetically I think, he has probably never been super into fashion so its even harder for him to keep up with changing trends and what not. He wears a lot of basics like plain t shirts and jackets (he does have a beloved denim jacket) and lots of old ass jeans. Looks cooler than he is cause they have rips in them but its just cause theyre old as hell haha.

10)if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

I dont think he really wears any jewelry! but if you had to ask him he would say gold cause it just looks better on him and if he had to pick a gem it would be tigers eye and it wouldnt have been that until recently he just picked it cause it reminds him of Atlas' eyes lol

15)how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

Wellllll biological family was like average sized, he had two little sisters and his parents growing up. And then theres the vampire "family" he was with for a while and they were a pretty big group, like dozens. and now he lives alone in an apartment in the city and its extremely peaceful with him and his cat. later this will include his partner atlas and he will find that sometimes it can be peaceful with another person if that person is so easy to be alone with.

20)if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

he can drive but he hasnt had a car in a while. he can get places pretty fast on his own and living in the city makes that much easier too.

25)how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

hahah well magic vampire senses so quite good on both of them. He needed glasses before the vampening, long ago.

30)do they smell like anything notable?

oh yeah you know what I bet he has a specific cologne that he wears every day. I never thought of this I am a huge fragrance head. wait let me think.... its probably something classic and old man like eau sauvage dior hahah

35)do they ever return home?

oh boy. yes he does. its Not Great. Not the biological family home but the vampire coven home. Takes him a while to get back there.

#tysm!!!!!!!!!! for real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#he speaks #vwip

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faegoddessog · 10 months

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Dripping in Leather 2/2

Part 2 of 2: Ass over teakettle

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Cunnilingus, unprotected PIV (play safe ya'll), fingering, overstim (f&m), him in that black fucking leather (swoon)

Summary: I'd not spent much time alone in Austin's house, but he was off to the gym and I had some getting ready to do. I wandered into his office only to see the '68 leather sat on the mannequin and dusty as hell. 'Well, Elvis would NOT abide by that!' I said to myself. Maybe if I cleaned it and happened to leave it on the bed... maybe... just maybe Austin would put it on for me. It was a long shot, but you never know unless you ask.

A/N: A big thank you to @richardslady121 for this request and inspiration! Writing Austin in the '68 leather was... arousing, to say the least. I hope all ya'll beautiful people enjoy it! Let me know what you think! I appreciate all kindly feedback. Please message me if you'd like me to tag you on future work!

Part two: Ass over teakettle

I am sitting at the antique vanity in his bedroom back in L.A. I’m in my bra and panties. My hands are pulling my hair back, there are bobby pins in my mouth. I’m trying to decide how to wear my hair for the spring costume party we had been invited to tomorrow night. The theme was, ’come as your favorite decade’. I had brought over a couple 50’s dresses I wanted to try on for him.

I look up into the mirror to find Austin leaning against the door jamb, watching me with his arms crossed. There is a softness in his eyes and a hint of a smile on his gorgeous lips.

“Oh! I didn’ hear you ge’ home, babe.” I say through the mouthful of bobby pins. He had been in meetings all morning and decided to hit the gym that afternoon.

“Well, I was being ‘sneaky’,” he says in his silliest Gollum voice while tip-toeing across the room to me. His hands tickle my torso before sliding around my waist. I squeal and giggle at his antics, barely keeping the bobby pins in my mouth. It’s moments like this, when he is just his goofy self that I treasure.

“I think you should go to the party like this, we’ll call it the Decade of Debauchery,” the look he gives me in the mirror makes my heart rate increase, just before he bends over and presses those full, soft lips to my neck. The bobby pins make tiny tinkle and clinking noises as they hit the marble vanity top. These are the other moments I adore, when he is the epicenter of all my sensations and the world just falls away around us.

I turn around and kneel up onto the low stool in one motion. His arms wrap around me and I press my lips to his, my body to his. His hand floats to my cheek in a classic Austin-style kiss. I love it when he does that. It makes me feel like the only girl in the world.

“Will you try it on?” I ask when he pulls back.

He looks at me confused, then follows my head nod to the bed.

On the bed is the ‘68 special double black leather.

He turns back and gives me a pursed-lip look, frowning just a little. I wonder if he is mad that I brought it in here.

“Listen,” my palms face him placatingly, “I was in your office putting away a book when I noticed it was dusty. So I took it off the mannequin and cleaned it. It smelled so good and you are so…. I just thought maybe…” my voice fades a little as my eyebrows plead.

“Darling,’ he caresses my cheek and kisses my forehead before taking a big breath in. “I spent too much time with him and have too much respect for the man he was to make him into some costume party joke. I won’t wear it to the party and that’s final,“ his tone is kind, but firm. “Let’s figure out something else. I can do the basic jeans and white t-shirt James Dean thing, then we can match?” he offers with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, I understand not wearing it to the party,” I say matter-of-factly, “and that’s not what I’m asking, I want to know if you’ll wear it, “ I lick my lips, and give my best fuck-me eyes, “just for me?” I have been dying to see/touch/fuck him in the ‘68 leather, ever since I confessed to him my go-to masturbation routine when we were in Mexico.

“Oh,” he turns his head to look at the outfit again, “is that it?” he looks back at me, his head cocked to the side. “You, uh, cleaned it huh?”

“Uh huh,” my palm draws circles on his chest, nearly distracting myself, “rubbed it down with leather cleaner and conditioner. Took me all afternoon.”

“Did it now,” he smiles slyly, ”I think I remember Catherine telling me that if it got cleaned, I should wear it for a while after, just so it- uh- keeps it’s fit.”

“Smart woman, that Cathrine,” I nod seriously. I have no idea if she actually said that or if that is remotely necessary, but I’m not looking any gift horses in the mouth.

“Well then,” he blows out a breath, ”I guess I have no choice now.”

His shoulders begin to take on the slightest sway and his hips start to roll as he walks to the bed. He picks up the pants, unbuttoning his own. I only just refrain from clapping my hands and jumping up and down. I can’t help the gigantic smile on my face though.

“Go get yer dress on then lil’ mama,” he nods to the bathroom. It’s like just touching that leather wakes up the Elvis in him.

When I come out of the bathroom in my new halter neck, pastel striped, picnic swing dress. My hair is swept up in a neat ponytail and there are pearls around my neck. The outfit came with a pair of shorts. But oh darn, I forgot to put them on… oh no. More than just my legs flash through the front slit as I take the two steps in my kitten heels, into the bedroom.

Austin is sitting on the bench at the end of the bed, facing away from me. He seems to be leaning down tugging on his boots. I guess the boots are a requirement for the ‘68 leather. I imagine he is having a mental conversation with Elivs right now, checking in, making sure this is all right. I can’t imagine it wouldn’t be.

I think I can hold it together, though my insides are shaking like a leaf. I can do this, it’s just Austin, I’ll be fine. Then he stands up, fiddling with the front of his jacket.

Oh. My. God.

Even from the back he looks so seductive and powerful. He rolls his broad shoulders, shrugging them a little, almost as if he is shaking out nerves. Images of the film flash through my head and I’m not sure if I’m dreaming. The tall collar hides his neck but the sides of the jacket angle to his snatched little waist, drawing my eye down as if to say ‘welcome lil’ darlin’, here is my gorgeous fucking ass’.

And gorgeous it is. I am literally drooling, from both sets of lips.

He takes a deep breath and rakes his hand through his hair. As he turns around, everything seems to slow down: his hands pulling his jacket down at the waist, his loose-hip swagger, my heartbeat, my breath.

The pants are aesthetically snug over his legs, not as tight overall as the ones he had on in Mexico, but they show off his legs, if not his dick. The jacket opens in a long, narrow V, from the high collar to just below his sternum, and is fastened in an overlap at his waist.

The boots, yup, the boots were necessary. His whole body just oozes Elvis’ swagger. With the exception of his blonde hair and lack of sideburns, it’s my very own fucking Austin/Elvis walking toward me. As he gets closer, one of his hands reaches for me and the front gaps open, giving me a peek at his muscular chest.

My heartbeat drops into my pussy and my lungs just can’t, they just won’t.

“Why you look good enough to eat lil’ darlin’,” he drawls in that southern sex-god voice.

Thank god he has pulled me close, as my legs are threatening to buckle under me. I can feel the thumping of his heart mimicking my own in my ears as I press my hand to the skin of his chest and all I can do is stand there. My fingertips clumsily pawing down his chest, I am unable to form thoughts. I am completely starstruck, no- pussystruck, whether for Austin or for Elvis I have no clue at this moment. Thankfully, my reptilian brain kicks in and forces me to draw a shaky breath before I pass out.

“Austin, I… I…. holy fuck,” yup, my brain is not yet online. No one should be allowed to be this sexy. It’s hazardous.

In a decidedly un-Elvis moment, he puffs out a breath and looks down bashfully, then back up, a typical shy Austin look. It breaks me out of the spell enough to remember this is Austin, my Austin. Out of nowhere, it suddenly hits me just how much I love this man and the extent that I would go to just to see him happy. I mean, yeah, we’ve been dating for over a year and it’s been wonderful, he has been amazing. I figured I loved him, but it’s not until this moment that I realize I am totally head over heels IN love with him. Fuck, what does that even mean for us? Neither of us have ever actually said the words. Should I? Does he even feel the same? What the hell is going on in my heart and why is it like 15 sizes too big for my chest.

“H-how does it feel, baby?” I manage to ask. Having not yet processed my feelings in the blink of an eye, I use Austin’s trick and put the focus on him.

“Well, I’ve definitely bulked up in my thighs and shoulders since then,” he laughs, body shrugging and twitching, “but Catherine had left them roomy so I could move,” the last two words are dripping with Elvis. He plants his feet a little wider apart and rocks his hips right to left, hands out to his sides. How many times had I watched that scene?

How many times had I watched my baby move his hips like that on the screen and wanted nothing more than for him to do it for me.

My body response is Pavlovian.

A whimpery sort of moan flies from my chest along with the oxygen that I had just managed to recover. He apparently has no idea what he is doing to me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to control my reactions. This wasn’t going to be any fun if I just stood there and drooled at him. Cuz that’s sexy.

Then I feel his lips pressing, almost chastely, to my own. I melt into him. The vast puzzle of emotions that just cascaded over me, suddenly click into place.

I am in love with Austin Butler and it’s just that simple.

“You really do look stunning, darlin’,” that fucking voice, his voice is in my ear. My panties would be wet, if I had any on.

I open my eyes to his blue ones, inches from my own. Yup, I’m ass over teakettle and that’s that.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my hips to his. Maybe I can somehow gain control over the puddle of mush he’s turned me into.

“You look like a bad boy, are you gonna corrupt me?” I say, batting my eyes in a useless attempt to look innocent. I run my finger down his neck to his chest. My hand plays with the edges of his jacket.

Austin laughs softly, his eyes following my hand.

“Well, I can’t promise anything,” he smirks, ”afterall, temptation is hard to resist when you look so… delicious.”

“I mean,” I shrug one shoulder, giving him the barest of pouts, ”what’s a little temptation between friends?”

“Friends?” his eyebrow cocks and he pulls his head back a little.

Fuck me, why did it have to come out like that?

“It’s just the expression,” I shrug the question off. Completely thrown by my very own self, I do the only thing I can and let my hands slide over his hips and down under his bum. The supple leather is starting to form fit to him, warming up with the heat of his body. The feel of both the smooth leather of the pants and the glorious ass filling them out sends goosebumps down my spine grounding me in the moment.

“Good, cuz it might be more than just a little corruption,” I can almost feel his heart thumping in my own chest as his hand instinctively moves to rest on my hips. His blue eyes darken a shade.

“Oh, I fucking hope so, ” I murmur into his mouth as he leans down for a kiss.

At moments like these, I usually go for his hair. I love running my fingers through his hair. Today, understandably, they are drawn to the leather like a moth to a flame. They plot a course, smooth down his hamstrings and back up his thighs to the front of his hips. My palms turn, pressing into his hip bones before my fingers dig into the muscles of his hips. I pull him closer to me. The leather emits a low creak under the friction of my skin. One hand slides back around, unable to keep away from the curve of his ass. The other hand chases the column of his erectors up his back. My fingertips dig into the hollows of his spine and glutes as he deepens the kiss.

His hands, which had been warm on my naked back, slide forward and down to discover the slit in the dress. He runs his fingers lightly up my thigh, almost tickling. I can sense that he is expecting to find the panties I had on earlier. The fact that there is nothing but me under my skirt makes him pull back, eyes narrowed at me.

“Oh mercy,” he slides against my slippery labia, “No panties, wetter ’n April showers, what’s a man to do?”

‘Me’ I want to say, but my teeth are vicious against my lip as my hips rut gently against his hand. All I can manage is a heavy “mmmmm” sound.

Then his hand is laced into mine and he’s pulling me, the low stool in his other hand.

“C’mon, ‘lil darlin’,” leaning into his accent, “I don’t want ta ruin these by bein’ on ma knees,” as though that will explain him marching me to the bathroom.

The counter is long with two sinks at either end. He puts the stool down, then clears the space in between with one sweep of his arm. My brush clatters to the floor along with my travel hairspray. My makeup bag and deodorant end up knocked into the sink. A soap dispenser rolls away, lost to the same place as toothbrushes and their stand.

He twirls me around, grabs my hips and helps me hop backwards up on the counter, legs slightly apart. The slit that starts at my waist, drapes open. I catch sight of the matching shorts dangling from the hanger on the other side of the room and smirk.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, aren’t you th’ lil’ hussy t’day,” he looks me up and down, “It’s like y’ want me t’ fuck ya silly.’

“Well, yeah… that’s the general idea,” I raise my eyebrow at him. My tongue rubs against my teeth and upper lip corner.

His chest heaves and his eyes dilate to black just before he is on me. Hands on my tits, tongue in my mouth and leather concealed cock pressing against me as I wrap my leg around his waist. I’m dripping and ready for him.

“God I love it when you are so excited that I can smell you,” he kisses down my neck and the deep V of my dress. Slowly he sits on the stool, adjusting his cock. I can’t even think of a response before he pulls me to the edge of the counter.

“Give me that pussy baby,” he looks up at me through his long lashes,”Didn’ I say you looked good enough ta eat?”

My mouth hangs open in a little ‘o’, brows pulled together in lust, nodding. Eagerly I open my legs to his face and I watch as he nuzzles into my mons. I feel his tongue tease my lips, flicking up and down, tasting the leaking juices. His touch is so light, like butterfly wings brushing me. He moves his head, his tongue dangerously close to my clit. I breathe in sharply. I fucking love it when he does this, threatens my clit with touch, only to deny me.

“MMM” he growls as he pulls back, using his fingers to lightly pull my outer labia apart. My pink little lips glisten and wink as I clench for him. I know he likes it when my pussy grabs at him.

“Babeh” he looks up at me, “you are so fuckin’ hot.”

I can barely catch a breath before his face is buried in my cunt, tongue probing deep, nose against my mons. He laps against me. I want to thread my fingers into his hair and fuck his face. Instead, my fingers curl into claws over the edge of the counter to keep me from falling, at least off of here.

His head moves slowly, nose doing little circles, teasing my clit. His hands are anchored; one under my leg that he has thrown over his shoulder, the other arm around my back, his hand spread wide against my sacrum. His last two fingers digging into my flesh. Little moans flit around the room from both our throats.

He pulls back, messy faced and licking his lips. My hips buck towards him, wanting more, so much more.

“My needy little hussy,” his voice is so low it’s almost gravely, “you want more?” He pets my pussy with two fingers, “D’ya want me to lick you ‘till you spill on my tongue?”

“Okay,” more a whimper than a moan.

He just smiles and with an amused shake of his head turns his two fingers over at my entrance.

“You want these fingers too?”

“Uh huh,” I nod.

“You’re going to have to convince me of that, lil’ mama,” his eyes don’t leave mine as he leans forward as he laps at my lips. His fingers spread my outer labia, exposing both my clit and my inner lips. He nestles his face deep, eyes closing. His tongue is like magic just below my clit, rubbing up and down then licking deep into me. His fingers play at my entrance, my hips rock, trying to get him to push inside, but he won’t.

“Please, Austin,” I moan.

He just chuckles against my pussy and moves up, tongue swirling around my clit. I am clenching on nothing, thighs pressing down as my hips press up. Then his mouth closes over my nub with gentle suction.

“OHHHH Yes! That is so good!” I moan, my head back.

I can hear the little slurping suction from his mouth on me. The fingertips on my back dig into my skin.

“Austin, please finger me, please,” I beg.

Apparently it’s not enough as his fingers continue to tease and pet but not enter.

His tongue ripples down along my little lips and pulls my juices up to my clit. The tip of his tongue flickering across as he sucks me into the vacuum of his mouth.

“MMMM” he moans, long and low, clearly getting into it.

“Oh my-fuck!” the vibrations against my clit are unreal. My vagina pulses, trying to pull his fingers into me of its own accord.

Heat spreads quickly to either side and down my inner thighs like the red wings of a butterfly. His lips sucking, then his tongue lapping. I’m getting so close. I just need… more.

“Give them to me, Austin,” I say through clenched teeth, “I fucking need them.” My hips are shaking against his face.

“MMMMMMMMM,” another long, low hum makes my back arch, pressing towards him.

Then his two fingers are worming their way into me, back and forth one inch, two inches, three, four.

“Oh! Fuck yes!!! I moan, my head thrown back.

He slows his finger movement into a long and slow ‘come hither’, pushing against the spongy tissue on my front wall. His mouth never lets up.

His fingers in me start to make squashy noises as I flood onto him.

He licks and slurps, his noises of pleasure intensify, his fingers speed up.

“So close baby, keep going” I moan, one hand finally on his head.

He doesn’t falter for a moment, my baby. He is so good at eating my pussy.

I can hear the wood of the stool creaking as his hips pulse forward and backward. In the back of my mind I wonder if he is rubbing himself against the softness of the leather as he is eating me out.

“Harder, harder, yes!” I tighten my grip on his hair.

He is shaking with the effort of pounding his fingers into me. Doubling down on my clit.

I am moaning non-stop now. A deluge of vowel sounds, near wailing.

The rising tide finally crests and washes over me. My legs clamp down on him and I rut against his face.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming,” I rise in pitch, rise in gratification.

Just after my orgasm reaches fever pitch, the sound of creaking leather reaches my ears along with his heaving breath. He is rising, his cock spills out. It’s long, hard, swollen, red and searching for my warm wet slit. Little drips of my juices, of my cum, glisten on his chin, down his chest and on the leather jacket. He watches his cock probe at my entrance, my hips in pursuit, eager to engulf him.

Never has this man looked hotter about to fuck me, and that is saying something.

I grab his face, pulling his dirty, fucking, gorgeous mouth to mine, wanting to pull any and all parts of him into me. He pushes home, nearly peaking my orgasm again as I stretch around him.

A raspy moan resonates from us both.

He goes slow and deep, pausing to let out a shuddering breath when he is sheathed fully. I bury my face into his shoulder, into the leather.

Oh. Lord. What did I just do?

The scent of the leather, warm and slightly woodsy, rushes to my nose as I inhale. It carries the barest hint of sweet vanilla from the leather conditioner I used on it earlier.

It feels like everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I ever needed. I cling to him, fingertips digging into the black material.

He pulls back, hand on my neck. His forehead is pressed to mine. He is playing back and forth in me.

“Open up baby,” he intones low.

I open; my mouth, flickering my tongue; my legs, pushing wider; my knees, bending to my armpits; my eyes, gazing right into his.

“Yeah, keep lookin at me,” his jaw is tight, “I wanna watch you cum again,” his eyes fill my vision, nearly black. His cock fills my pussy, he is so deep in me. He leans back, thrusting hard. Pulling me to him with the hands on my hip and neck

I reach down with my fingers to my clit.

“Oh fuck yes, show me how you do it princess, when I’m gone,” his voice is gravely with desire.

“Oh Yeah? “I pant at him, “you really want to see?”

I fish in the sink for my makeup bag. I dump it onto the counter next to me and snatch my little vibe.

“Oh fuck, you brought it?” his hips stop.

“I always do, just waiting for this,” I click it on and press it to my pussy.

“Oh shit baby,” his hips start up again, slower so he can watch me work my clit.

I watch him watch me, my Austin/Elvis in black leather, a second skin. His face is wrapped in growing lust, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Good lord he is my dream.

I can feel myself getting closer, my breath panting, my pussy tightening on him slowly as his cock works in me, keeping a perfect rhythm. Then he glances up at me, catches me watching him. A slow smile spreads over his face, lifting one lip.

“C’mon lil’kitty, gimme that cream,” it’s so fucking perfect, reverberating so deep in his chest. It’s like a fucking orgasm bomb on my brain.

I push the vibe directly on my clit and clamp down hard on him. My hips are shaking, my abs pulling me toward him as I scream. My legs clamp onto him, knees bent and I’m pulling him in as he thrusts against me. I’m so lost in pleasure, I’m not sure if I should stop, or fuck him harder.

“That’s ma girl,” He just rides my orgasm out, gradually slowing down his motion. He pulls me close as I shake, his dick still in me. I take one deep breath after another, curled into his chest, my cheek pressed against the soft leather. Jesus, it’s like a drug.

I look up at him, my face still shrouded in desire.

“I want you more,” I shudder out.

“Oh, you are gettin’ more, for certain,” he finds the zipper on my back and pulls it down. I reach and unsnap the collar of the dress at the back of my neck. He pulls away, unfastening the jacket. I slide off the counter, the dress puddling at my feet. He goes to take the jacket off.

“No!” my voice is suddenly desperate. I reach out and stop him.

“I oughta bend you over the counter right here, sweetheart,” he smiles.

I smile and step towards the door backwards, holding his hand.

“Uh-uh,” I shake my head, “I need to feel you on top of me in that leather, baby.” I crook my finger, dragging him to the bed.

He smiles and shakes his head, walking with that tell-tale gait. His cock out, framed in the supple black, and his chest is all exposed. It’s everything I had ever imagined when I closed my eyes after that clip ended.

And it’s all mine.

I am staring at him.

He is breathtaking.

I let go of his hand and crawl backwards on the bed as he toes off the boots. He stops for a moment, taking in the sight of me. I am propped up on my elbows, not a stitch on. My knees are bent, legs splayed out.

“God you are beautiful,” he says almost to himself as he looks me up and down.

“I love th’ smell o’ you,” he takes a deep breath.

“I love th’ taste o’ you,” the leather creaks softly as he leans down over the bed.

“I love th’ feel o’ you,” his eyes bore into mine as me stalks cat-like up my body to lay between my legs.

“Baby, I just love you,” he whispers against my lips at the same time “I love you” slips from between them.

His mouth muffles my shuddered intake of breath.

I lay down all the way, nearly dumbstruck at his words. I want to say something more. But the softness of the leather on my inner thighs, the warmth of his chest pressed against my body and his soft, sweet lips against mine distract me from everything else. My hands slip between the jacket and his torso, feeling the hard flexing muscle beneath.

I am so swollen and wet from arousal, his cock slides inside me effortlessly.

He pulls away from my face, looking deep into my eyes. His hips move dolphin-like, rubbing the soft supple leather against my skin. The sensuality of it is incredible.

He pauses, brushing a hair away from my lip then cradles my face in his hands.

“Do you want it?” he nearly whispers, eyes dark, “want me to fill you with it?”

“More than anything,” I know what he is asking, I grip his ass, pulling him toward me, my fingers making the leather softly groan. Gods, he is so sexy.

“Alright baby, ‘m gonna fuck that sweet little pussy ‘till I cum in it,” when he says that, I know he won’t stop if I start cumming too. Sometimes it takes him a bit, sometimes he overstimulates me into oblivion. I fucking love it.

I wrap my legs around him, nodding, ready for the ride.

“Fuck me, Austin,” I say low and wanton.

With a growl he begins buffeting my pussy, almost ferociously.

The feel of his naked ass flexing under my hands is one of my favorite things. But now, covered in the smooth second skin of his pants, my god. He puts his head down next to mine, hips snapping to me, in pursuit of his pleasure. The slap of the leather against me is surreal.

My hand threads into his soft hair. It’s like the holy trinity, his cock, his ass and his hair, all in my grasp.

“Fuck that pussy, ” I know how much he likes it when I talk dirty in his ear, especially when he’s chasing his orgasm.

“Your cock feels so fucking good.” It does too. I start to clench down on him, grabbing at his dick with my pussy.

“Oh god yes,” he moans into my neck.

“I fucking love it,” a sly smile creeps over my face.

“Fuck yeah,” he moans.

He sits back on his knees, the coat falling down his back, his tip just teasing me. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me up onto his lap, impaling me on his cock. The leather is stretched smooth over his thighs, rubbing the back of my legs, tickling my ass. He hits me just right as he moves in me.

“Ohmigod! Yes!!” I moan, my core tightening around him,

“You like that?” he says through clenched teeth, pounding into me.

“Yes! Yes! I do, fuck! Oh fuck!” my orgasm begins to bloom, like ink in water, threading its way through my body.

Suddenly pleasure saturates my cells as I cum, arms thrust outward as though to keep me in this plane of existence.

He keeps fucking me, jaw tight. At this point, my orgasm is as much for him as it is for me. He definitely gets off watching me writhe on the end of his pounding cock.

My hips buck on him. My head thrusts back. My tits bouncing as he keeps thrusting.

“Yeah, so fucking hot,” he murmurs, gripping my hips harder. He doesn’t miss a beat. My baby has the cardio capacity of a fucking arabian stallion.

I am shaking, fists tight on the comforter as another surge of pleasure rises over me.

He groans, guttural in the back of his throat as my hot wetness floods his dick. I know he is close, or I would know if I could think straight. His leather covered hips pummel into me, slapping my skin. The earthy warm smell suddenly hits my nose and I groan.

Wave after wave rolls over me until I can’t differentiate between them. I am moaning over and over like an engine trying to start. My brain is fogged with oxytocin and serotonin, I’m not sure where I end and he begins.

Finally a roar rips from him and he pauses deep, cum pumping from him and into me. He thrusts one, twice more, moaning at his own movement. He collapses, chest heaving, next to me, smiling.

I take a deep breath, and push with my leg, flippin over on top of him.

“What the-?” he starts, putting his arm around me.

I have always wanted to do this, give him a taste of his own medicine. I have to do it now, while he’s still hard.

On my knees I grip him like a race horse, sliding him back into me. I clamp down hard on his cock, and ride him, leather and all, just like a jockey.

My clit is grinding into his abs, holy shit it feels so damn good.

“Oh- holy- fu– what— god!” his eyes blink and flutter in confusion at the overstim I’m giving him. He doesn't shove me off though, in fact he clenches his ass, pushing his hips up the way he knows that I like it when I’m on top. Always the giver, my baby.

My hips snap back and forth, my hands pressing down on his lower ribs. As sensitive as I am, it only takes about a minute and a half until I’m bucking and jerking. ‘Ohs’ are falling from my lips, and I am gone again, lost in pleasure.

I shake, I pant. I look down at him. His lower lip is caught hard under his teeth, his nostrils are flaring. His eyelids are still fluttering.

I slowly raise my hips, like I’m going to dismount.

“Oh god” he whispers.

In a fit of pure evil, I slide back down his shaft. His body curls up toward me.

“WOMAN!” he belts out, eyes popping open.

I fall over top of him giggling.

“Geeze,” he giggles back, wrapping his arms around me, “are you trying to kill me?”

I squeeze my pussy on him.

“STOP!” he tickles me briefly, making me squirm. “Oh lord, sweetheart. Is that what it’s like? When I do it to you,” he pants out, “I had no idea.”

“Yeah,” I lean to kiss him, ”I kinda love it, most of the time.”

A bit later, when we’ve both come down, still wrapped together. He is Big Spoon and I’m Little Spoon. He’s still in the leather, so soft and warm against my skin. Austin is playing with my fingers.

“So, corruption between friends, eh?” He asks somewhat casually with a little chuckle.

I take a deep breath to explain myself. But before I can utter a word his deep gorgeous voice is in my ear.

“I mean it, you know,” his hot breath on my neck.

I frown a little and roll over in his arms to look at him.

“That I love you,” that softness of his gaze again with the hint of a smile, “I wasn’t sure you heard me, what with all the you telling me-”

“I love you,” I interrupt him, “so, so much. I’ve fallen so hard for you, Austin.”

His breath puffs from him, his smile wide as he shakes his head slightly.

“God you are amazing, I feel like the luckiest man in the world,” he crushes me to him, “cuz I’m so lost in you, darlin’.”

If you want to know, Austin ended up going the James Dean route, with his own leather bomber jacket. I, of course, had to wear the other dress as the pastel striped one… well let’s just say it did its job beautifully.

-FIN

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Hi! So uh, this isn't edited at all. I wrote it on the fly and like, I'm half asleep. BUT! I saw you said you're sad and well, I'm that same anon that asked about prompts a while back. I don't expect you to answer this at all. It's wayyyy too big to post to your blog. That's just, cuckoo bananas. I just don't like seeing people sad. So like, random act of kindness type thing. Yah know? Anyway, hope this cheers you up a little? Maybe? Sorry it's so shit! 😂 but it's something!

“I’m miserable,” Eddie’s voice is just a mumble over the phone. His tone matches his words, defeated.

“What? Why?” Steve’s driving home, squinting through his windshield as rain pours down, wipers not doing much.

There’s a long sigh, Steve thinks he can hear an echo. Eddie must be in the bath. That’s how he knows it was bad. Eddie only ever takes baths on really very bad days.

“Well,” Eddie starts, and sure enough, Steve can hear the splash of water as Eddie moves in it. It’s long winded, Eddie’s explanation, takes a lot of detours because Eddie can never just say things straight. He slept past his alarm. 7Eleven didn’t have yellow Red bull, so he had to settle for regular or die drinking sugar-free. When he got outside it was pouring buckets and he slipped in an oil puddle, lost his breakfast sandwich. Ripped the thigh of his jeans in the process. When he got in his van the sunroof was leaking, leaking down into his new pack of cigarettes. When he went to drink his Red bull it exploded on him. Was extremely late to work and was made to do inventory in the back because he, ‘couldn’t be seen on the floor looking like that.’ “Which, like, whatever Jessica, she was wearing crocs with fishnets. Seriously. So, like, what’s the real crime here?”

“Eddie,” Steve chides, grins anyway.

“Really though, Steve. Anyway,” He takes another deep breath. Goes on about how when he went to put in his AirPods, so he didn’t have to sit in silent torture all day, they weren’t connecting. Which, wasn’t surprising because he phone had busted under the weight of his, ‘not so fat ass’ falling down on it. So, silent torture it was. Then, when he got off work he had therapy, which he was more than relieved to actually go to. He needed to vent. Only, when he got there he had, “bumped into your ex.”

“Tommy?” Steve asks and Eddie groans.

“Billy.”

“Oh.”

“He apparently goes to the same therapist as me. He says ‘hi,’ by the way. Wants to ‘catch up’ with you or whatever.” He’s mumbling again, “Does he drive a classic Camaro?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Asshole,” Eddie tried to say it quietly but Steve heard it none the less. Steve could imagine it. Could see Eddie all dirty, torn clothes, hair clumped up from the Red bull, come face to face with, “He looked like a damn Greek god. Smug, too.” Steve can hear the sneer in Eddie’s voice.

“Don’t worry about him. I’m not interested in catching up. Have you eaten?” There’s a long silence, and Steve can actually hear the loud grumble that emits from Eddie’s stomach. The mention of food probably igniting something in him.

“Big Mac large with a Dr. Pepper and six-piece chicken nuggets, honey mustard. Want an apple pie?”

Eddie stays silent and Steve knows what that means, “And an apple pie,” Steve says, “You finish up your bath, put on my big comfy robe, you know the one that you always steal?” Steve always acts so annoyed by it but he secretly loves it, knows Eddie knows that too, “put on The Fellowship of the Ring, get nice and cozy. I’ll do your hair tonight while you eat.”

Through the silence Steve can hear a small sniffle. It breaks his heart.

“I love you, Eddie,” Steve says, puts his car in park.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“Hold tight, I’ll be home soon,” They say their goodbyes.

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Steve doesn’t just come home with a big bag full of McDonalds. He comes home with a bouquet of sunflowers and big colorful gerbera daisies and two great big Cinnabon cinnamon buns.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie pauses the movie as soon as Steve walks in. He’s leaning forward on the couch, eyes glittering as he looks over the Cinnabon bag. It’s of course not literally Wayne but the next best thing Steve could get him. Eddie had told him once that on rare occasions Wayne would have a night off. Which always meant he could take Eddie to school in the morning, dropping by Cinnabon to grab a quick super indulgent breakfast.

“Fuck, you’re the best,” Eddie says, gets up to help Steve get everything together. Only, Steve gently pushes him back down onto the couch.

“Watch your movie. I’ve got this,” Steve says. With a little hesitation Eddie does as he he’s told and watches as Steve sets the coffee table up for him. He lays out his food and settles the flowers in a vase. From there he makes a cozy little nest of pillows and blankets on the ground between the coffee table and the couch. Eddie shifts down into it easily as he starts to dig into his food.

Steve knows how easily Eddie forgets to feed himself. Always ends up like a wild animal by the end of the day, shoving food in his mouth like he’s never eaten before and doesn’t know when he’ll eat again. Steve settles behind him, wraps his arms around his shoulders, nuzzles his nose through the thick curtain of damp hair and kisses at his neck. Eddie turns his head, looks at Steve. He’s got a mouthful of burger and a fry in his hand and Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, picks up a little bit of Big Mac sauce as he does. He doesn’t care, just licks his lips clean of it.

“That was kind of gross,” Eddie remarks after he swallows, a smile on his face regardless.

“Eh, I suck your dick, so,” Steve shrugs. Eddie nods, gives a look that says, ‘fair enough’ before shoving the fry in his mouth.

“I need a real one,” Eddie says around the fry.

“Real what?” Steve asks and Eddie points at his lips. Steve just smiles and leans down, presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. It’s been years and yet, each time still feels like the first for Steve. Electricity flowing from his lips down to his heart, sparks popping over his skin. He pulls back, opens his eyes before Eddie. Eddie’s just frozen, head pressed back against Steve’s thigh. Eddie takes in a deep breath and slowly his eyes open, focus on Steve. Big brown eyes and they hold so many thoughts. Steve thinks the only one right now being ‘Love’.

“I think I’m going to start prepping breakfasts and lunches for you,” Steve says and watches as Eddie’s eyes glaze over. Thinks they’re now saying, ‘adore’.

“I’d like that,” Eddie says and Steve kisses him again.

They spend the rest of the night watching the movie. Steve settled behind Eddie. He’s working through Eddie’s hair. It’s a long process of different products. Conditioner, curl cream, a special brush that he has to twirl the hair on and over. He’s methodical with it. Takes his time, goes slow and gentle. Halfway through Eddie’s a puddle in his lap, dozing in and out of sleep. When he’s done he’s gently crunching up the newly made ringlets with gel. Takes one of Eddie’s black silk hankies and wraps his hair up in it.

Steve’s careful, so careful, to not wake Eddie. He slips his arms down, picks him up bridal style and moves him to the bed. He’d set it up the way Eddie likes it the best. He’s got every one of their fluffy comforters on it, makes a big nest in the middle of the bed. When he settles Eddie down in the middle of it he grabs their biggest fuzziest faux fur blanket and tosses it over him. When he turns to go and clean up Eddie whines, reaches out a hand and Steve turns to take it.

“Stay,” Is all Eddie says and Steve thinks that clean up can wait until tomorrow. Without hesitation he strips down and settles himself into the nest with Eddie.

There’s only a bit of shifting before they end up in Eddie’s favorite position. The one he likes to call, ‘Steve Bearrington.’ Which is just Eddie being the big spoon but likes to think of it more as Steve being his own personal teddy bear.

Eddie can’t say that he’d ever want another day like this, but if he can spend every night being spoiled by Steve Harrington, he thinks it’s more than worth it.

Sorry I posted this so late, I ended up wanting to hold onto it for awhile and re-read it about a dozen times. It's so so sweet and definitely helped me through some rough days, so thank you very much for sharing this with me 💜

Also your choice of Eddie's comfort meal is literally perfect and I love it.

#ask jay #anon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 8: Dumpster Dive & Helping Hand

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“Well, well.... who's this angel I see? A gift from the gods to me?”

Looking down inside of the trash bin, there laid the one and only Dabi. He wore a black leather jacket, black jeans, a white bloody shirt, and his classic black shoes. He looked as if he wasn't part of the League with Shigaraki and everyone else, which is a good sign so far, so maybe he won’t kill you. He seemed to have just gotten in a fight right before you arrived because he looked as if he committed a murder, which wouldn’t be surprising considering it’s Dabi that we were talking about.

“Eh, like what you see?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you look into his ocean blue eyes and jet-black hair to go along with it, seeming to be captured in some sort of trance, you shake your head and focus on the situation at hand.

“With all that blood on you? No not really...”

He was covered in an unhealthy amount of blood all over his white shirt and some on his stapled-up skin. If you were to focus on his jacket, you could see the blood stains on it as well.

“Oh, what a shame, and here I thought it looked good on me...”

Rolling your eyes, you set yourself down back onto the ground and put your wings away as rustling is heard from inside of the bin and Dabi sits up and pulls himself out. Brushing off his clothing, it was quiet between the two until one of them broke the silence.

“Why were you in a dumpster?”

“Well, if you really want to know Angel, I was just relaxing after a discussion I had with a client.”

“Oh, so that explains the blood. Alright, got it.”

Finishing up tidying up himself, he looked at the girl in front of him as his eyes slightly narrowed. As she stared at him with a sort of calming expression.

“Why aren’t you leaving?”

“Are you not comfortable talking to me or do you not want me here?”

“That’s not it, it’s just that most people would run away or call the police if they saw a random 16-year-old in a dumpster who happens to be all banged up and bloody. So, can I get an answer from you Angel?”

Dabi, slightly smirking, stared at the girl as she ‘coughed’ as to not show her now reddening face due to the nickname she has now been given.

“You know how the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, but this cat has nine lives.”

She points to herself as she then thinks to herself mentally.

“Hopefully I’ll leave with all nine of those lives.”

They stay in silence as they both just stare at each other once again. Both not sure what to do in a situation like this, one could end the other's life right here right now while the other could just shrink and hide from the other. Sighing, Dabi seemed to have reached an agreement inside of his own mind as he spoke up towards the girl.

“Listen, let's make a deal. I won’t kill you if you help me out for a second here and you get to go free, alright? I can’t really just let you go and hope you won’t report my ass to the police now can we Angel?”

“Again, with the nickname.”

Y/n looks at him and nods.

“Fine, it’s not that I don’t really have a choice in this either way.”

She mumbled the last part as Dabi beckoned her to follow him as he walked further into the alleyway.

As he leads the way with Y/n behind him, he stops in front of another dumpster and waits for the girl to stand next to him, which she does. Pointing at the lid that covered the huge dumpster, he speaks up to the h/c girl.

“You got wings right? Bring them out again like last time and lift the lid up until I get what we need.”

Nodding, Y/n summons her wings and flies up a few feet, grabbing onto the lid, she lifts it enough for Dabi to then reach for something inside of it.

Dabi then reaches for something inside and starts to drag it out, before fully revealing what it was underneath all the trash, he looks at the girl with a sudden seriousness.

“Don’t scream or I’ll rip your vocal cords out.”, smirking, he adds more to his command.

“I’d hate to have to do that to you, Angel.”

Before you could even react to his statement, he drags out the thing and throws it onto the ground. Mouth wide open but no sound coming from it, you look at the thing he threw across the ground. There lays a human body that was all swollen up in different shades of purple and black. It smelled horrible and it looks, fresh? As if the person had just been alive and breathing a few minutes ago. Scars laid across the body and you could barely even recognize it was a man at first, he was all beat up and his body was still coated with a layer of bright red blood in the now dark alleyway.

Dabi, having finally let go of a breath he seemed to be holding since he saw that the girl didn’t scream bloody mary, went up to the body and kicked it slightly. Y/n, seeming to finally come out of shock, put the lid back down and tucked her wings back up into her back as she landed next to Dabi as they stood there. Watching the body.

“Good, he’s finally fully dead.”

“What do you mean by ‘fully dead’?”

Looking at the girl, he rolls his eyes as if it was that obvious.

“I left him to burn in that bin for a few minutes. Just to make sure that he learns from his mistakes.”

“So, you pretty much tortured him by making him slowly burn to death so he learns from his mistakes?”

Deciding to not answer her question, he looks back down at the still body.

“Okay here's the plan, you're going to lift his legs and I’m going to lift his upper body and we’ll book it out of here. It probably won’t be too long until some of his friends realize that he hasn't come back from our little ‘meeting’. We’ll bring him to a place I know where I can really finish him off. Got it?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod. I mean, there's no backing up now, right?

Grabbing onto his legs, you summon your wings until Dabi shakes his head at you.

“Hey, what’s the issue? It’ll be easier and faster, won't it?”

“Yes, but the slight buzzing noise might get us caught. It's better to move slower and be successful than to be fast and get both of us caught.”, he said towards the girl as she put her wings back and landed back onto the ground. He then grabs a hold of the dead man’s arms and they both carry the body away and into the night.

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Time - 7:30 pm

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After dragging the body for about an hour away from the alleyway they were originally at, they arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned building near the outskirts of Musutafu. There, they finally laid the man down onto the ground of a room with nothing but a broken bed frame and a shattered mirror in the wall.

The black-haired male stretched out his hand towards the body, looking over his shoulder, he looked at the girl that had helped him with disposing of the body.

“You might want to stand back, wouldn’t want my Angel to get hurt now, would I?”

Looking back at the body, he summoned his quirk, and the dimmed room was flooded with bright blue light from his flames that he led out.

Y/n stood in awe as the blue flames seemed to have danced around the room while seeming to be swallowing the body with it, burning it within the flames.

After a good five minutes, Dabi stopped his flames, and the room went once more. He stepped towards the body and kneeled down to see the damage he’s caused. What was once a body was now a pile of ashes in front of the two teens.

Seeming satisfied, he stood back up and turned around, leaving the room with the girl a few feet behind him. They finally step out of the building to only see that it had begun to rain at some point when they were burning the body inside. Once they were a good few meters from the building, Y/n turned to see Dabi look around, making sure that no one was around.

“I guess, I should get going. My parents are probably wondering where I’m at, you know?”

Walking away from the black headed teen, you rub your dirty hands onto your leggings so as to not get your new hoodie dirty as it was already covered in a bit of blood.

It seemed that Dabi had other plans because he caught up to her quickly and grabbed her forearm with force. Making the girl wince, she turned to face him as she tried to shake his hand off of her.

“Hey, I-I won’t tell the police anything, promise!”

Before she could add more to her sentence, Dabi threw something heavy on top of her head. She then took it off to see that it was his black leather jacket that he had thrown.

“It’ll keep you dry, until you get home, that is. Don’t want my Angel getting sick.”, with a sly smirk, I place the jacket back on top of my head for more protection while thanking him.

“Thanks, but wouldn’t you want it back-”

Looking in front of me, I see that he’s disappeared.

“Uh, I guess he had places to be.”, I thought as I finally began to walk home.

Pulling out my phone, I see that it’s about to hit near 8 pm, so I begin to run in the rain towards the nearest bus stop to get home the fastest way possible.

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Paradise | JJK - Ten

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, Jin in another suit, a little ass grabbing, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), use of sex toys, nipple pinching, dirty talk, Jungkook's filthy mouth goes from 0 to 100 real quick, god bless technology

Word Count: 8.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: Thank you to @minttangerines and @miscelunaaa for helping me with this one when I got a little stuck! And @bangtanintotheroom for providing some much-needed musical inspiration. I might need to start a Paradise playlist, huh? 🤔

Unbeta’d as usual. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

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You need a new job.

The thought has been plaguing you for weeks. It hits you again for the 875th time on Monday afternoon, working on yet another project dumped into your lap mere days from deadline thanks to an incompetent coworker. These last minute assignments just keep popping up like whack-a-moles lately, and you’re getting really tired of always being the only one who can smack them into submission. Stretching, you close your laptop and decide to take a walk downtown to grab some lunch and try to clear your head a little.

Lost in a reverie picturing taking an actual whack-a-mole mallet to your waiting work assignments, you don’t realize that someone sat down next to you at the counter until a tattooed hand gently taps the top of your menu.

“If you’re looking for a recommendation, jjajangmyeon’s always a solid choice. Can’t go wrong with a classic.”

The corners of your lips automatically tug upwards at the sound of his voice. Lowering your menu, you smile. “Hey, Jungkook.”

“Hey.” He’s wearing a white tee and grey sweats, a black beanie shoved on his head, the tips of his long dark hair sticking out as he grins back at you. If you didn’t already know his alarm clock so well, the yawn he fails to stifle and the slight puffiness to his eyes would’ve let you know he just rolled out of his bed.

Was it really just yesterday you’d woken up in that same bed?

A server approaches and orders are taken. You do go for the jjajangmyeon. So does Jungkook, along with several other meals. After the server drifts away, you drum your fingers on the counter, still slightly vexed about work, though your anger ebbs away the longer you glance at Jungkook.

“I’m going to meet up with Taehyung and Jimin,” he announces suddenly. “I’m not eating all that food myself.”

“I wasn’t judging.” You grin. Far be it from you to shame anyone with a big appetite.

“So… how was your breakfast yesterday? The one you practically ran out of my apartment to get to?” he teases. You twist on your stool to face him, and he does the same, his thighs bracketing yours.

You purse your lips in a mock pout. “I didn’t run!” You had, in fact, basically had to drag yourself out of his place in order to meet your friends on time. But he doesn’t need to know that. “But it was good.” He doesn’t need to know that he was pretty much the sole topic of discussion, either. “My friends really liked the photo we took. Of the antlers?”

He nods coolly at this information, but his cheeks flush. “I thought they might.” One of his hands rests lightly on your knee, thumb skimming over your jeans. Whatever annoyance was left boiling in your blood dissipates at his touch. “I’m glad I didn’t hold you up. As much as I wanted to.”

Your neck heats at the look in his eye, but before you can come up with a reply, the server reappears with your drinks, breaking the moment. You let your own hand fall on his knee, fingertips tapping out a random rhythm as you change the subject. “So… what did you do yesterday afternoon? I got back from brunch and you were gone.”

Jungkook cocks his head. “Oh yeah? You come looking for me?”

“No.” Yes. “I just didn’t hear any music all day, figured you were out.” It’s true that you realized he was out, once you knocked on his door to no reply. You hadn’t planned on going back over to his place, but when you saw his latest note, you might have wandered down the hallway just to let him know that yes, you’d had a wonderful time on your date.

Just to reassure him. No other reason.

“Mmm.” The hand on your knee moves just a fraction of an inch higher. The warmth of his palm bleeds through your clothes, drawing goosebumps as he rubs slightly. “Went to the gym. Grabbed some food. Came home and painted for a while.”

“Speaking of art…” What a smooth segue, you think wryly, “thank you for that sketch yesterday.” That heat is back, crawling up your face as you recall the portrait on his note. “I really don’t know how you make me look so good.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not me. What you see is you.” You drop your head shyly, but can’t help but roll your eyes at his proclamation, and he laughs. “Actually, I -” He breaks off.

“You what?”

He pauses for a second, wide eyes sweeping over your face, before he laughs again and clicks his tongue. “Nah. Nevermind.”

Once again, before you can pursue that topic of conversation any further, the server returns, bearing your food on a tray and Jungkook’s in several bags. Jungkook rises to his feet as you stir your noodles.

“I better get going. Taehyung gets cranky when he’s hungry.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you. “Enjoy your lunch.”

“Thanks. You too, Kookie.”

If he’s going to blush every time you use that nickname, you’re never going to stop calling him that.

He starts to back away towards the door. “Don’t forget to text me.”

You won’t. Though you are going to give it a day or so, so you don’t seem too eager.

Even though you are.

“I won’t,” you promise as he nods and slips out into the midday sun. And then it’s just you, and your noodles, and the slight fluttering of your heart.

TUESDAY:

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:34): Hey you

(2:35): Hey yourself

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:36): How’s your week going?

(2:36): I’ve had better but I’ve also had worse, so… 🤷

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:37): Decidedly average, then? Perfect.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:37): Let me try to swing that pendulum towards great.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:38): Are you free Thursday night?

(2:39): No, I have a very busy night planned

(2:39): Face mask, maybe paint my nails, catch up on some shows

(2:40): I have no life, Jin. Of course I’m free. Would love to hang out

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:40): Not exactly playing hard to get, huh?

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:40): I like that.

(2:41): I aim to please

(2:41): What did you have in mind?

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:43): Well, I’ve been invited to a reception for Flavor - you know, the magazine?

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:44): It’s one of those “30 under 30” types of parties where it’s half celebration, half networking event.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:44): It will likely be a stuffy room full of old men in ill-fitting suits trying to snap up new and burgeoning talent in an attempt to infuse some youthfulness back into their restaurants and other culinary ventures.

(2:45): Wow

(2:45): How could I say no to that?

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:46): But there will be an open bar. And me, also in a suit. That fits.

(2:47): Okay, now I’m sold

(2:47): Is this like a fancy reception? Formalwear required?

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:48): Wear whatever you’re comfortable in.

(2:48): Hoodie and pajama shorts. Got it.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:49): As much as I would LOVE to see that…

(2:49): Fine. I’ll try to class it up a little.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:50): I didn’t say it had to be classy.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:50): Just perhaps not pajama shorts.

(2:51): Noted ✍

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:53): I’ll pick you up around 7?

(2:54): I’ll be here

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:54): Then it’s a date.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (2:55): Now, tell me more about these shorts. Exactly how short are we talking? 👀

By Wednesday, you’re about ready to throw your laptop out the window, if only doing so would stop the projects from piling up. It wouldn’t be so bad if your bosses bothered to give you a little kudos or even just a thank you for the extra work you’ve been putting in to get these reports done on time. Everything would still be terrible, but a little acknowledgement would go a long way to keeping you sane.

After a quick dinner, you decide to tackle a different problem weighing on your mind. What should you wear on your date tomorrow night? You’ve never attended something like this before. Should you pick out something dressy? Something professional? A bit of both?

Staring at your closet yields no answers. So you grab your phone.

(6:35): Question

(6:35): What does one wear to a reception slash networking event?

Bestie 😇 (6:36): You’re going to a networking event?

(6:36): Not for me

(6:37): Going with Jin

(6:37): He’s being recognized by Flavor magazine. I’m just arm candy

Bestie 😇 (6:38): Yeah you are

Bestie 😇 (6:38): Ummm what sort of vibe are you going for?

(6:39): Would “delicious” be too on the nose? Or “eat me”?

Bestie 😇 (6:40): I mean, Jin does love a pun. But if it’s a networking event, he might not appreciate being distracted if you walk in looking like a whole meal?

(6:41): I don’t know. From what he was saying, you might be surprised

Bestie 😇 (6:41): Oh god don’t tell me

Bestie 😇 (6:42): I’m covering my eyes right now

(6:42): Dork

(6:42): Help me pick out an outfit!

Bestie 😇 (6:44): Something simple, like that black dress of yours?

(6:44): I already wore that on our first date.

Bestie 😇 (6:45): Okayyyy

Bestie 😇 (6:45): That blue dress you wore to our engagement party?

(6:46): The one I spilled red wine on? Ended up in the trash

(6:46): Ughhhh

(6:46): Clothing is hard, dating is hard, I give up

Bestie 😇 (6:47): Oh my god, you’re falling apart over this?

Bestie 😇 (6:47): Do I need to come over and help you get it together?

(6:48): 🥺🥺🥺

Bestie 😇 (6:49): I’m on my way 💃

An hour later, there’s a knock on your door before Jennie lets herself in. She finds you lying on your bed, scrolling through for images of “classy cocktail reception outfits” in frustration.

“All right, the cavalry's arrived, let’s see what we’re working with.” She starts rummaging through your closet. The two of you go back and forth for a few minutes, pulling items out and pairing them together, offering them up for the other’s opinion, only to be met with a shaking head.

“You have an alarming number of hoodies,” she declares as she flips through your clothes. “Why do you need so many?”

“I don’t know. They’re just comfortable.” You tug self-consciously on the drawstrings of the hoodie you’re currently wearing. Jungkook’s hoodie. You’ve been wearing it for two days now. You fully intended on washing it yesterday with your laundry, so you could return it to him, but then you got chilly. And it’s so comfy. And smells like him.

You’ll give it back eventually.

“Okay, come on, there has to be something here,” Jennie mutters, reaching back as far as she can. She reemerges from the corner of your closet with a garment in hand. “What’s this?”

“Oh damn, I forgot I owned this.” It’s a white jumpsuit, with a simple sweetheart bodice and a gold belt cinching over the natural waist. Jisoo had convinced you to buy it a while ago, on a shopping trip fueled by a brunch involving way too much soju for so early in the day. There’s a reason it’s been hanging in the very back of your closet - it’s most emphatically not your style.

But then again, you’re not the type of person who usually attends events like this, so… maybe you should dress like someone other than yourself? Play pretend.

“Let me see how it looks on you!” Jennie chucks the jumpsuit at you and you change. She tips her head to the side as she makes you spin a few times. “I think this is it!”

“I think you might be right.” Studying your reflection in your floor-length mirror, you have to agree with her. The woman staring back at you looks polished. Perfectly put together. Like she belongs at a fancy cocktail hour. Plus, the high waist makes your legs look way longer than they actually are.

Your mirror self looks like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Suddenly, you wish it wasn’t pretend.

“Perfect! Then my work here is done.” Jennie pauses when she sees the look on your face. “Or maybe not?” She drops onto your bed. “What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing. I just…” You take off the jumpsuit, putting it back on its hanger and draping it over your mirror. “Work’s just been really frustrating lately. I mean, more so than usual. The last few weeks have been super stressful and I’m just about ready to pop.”

“Mmm. Sit and tell me all about it.” She makes herself comfy on your pillows and pats the space next to her. Lying down, you place your head in her lap, and proceed to vent everything that’s been building up over. The constant eleventh hour assignments. The lack of any recognition from your superiors for your efforts. The way your career seems to have stalled, or stopped completely.

“Are you thinking it’s time for a change?” Jennie asks when you’ve taken a breather. “You’ve always made it sound like you enjoy what you do, but do you think you want to try something else?”

You shrug. “I don’t think so. I do like my job, but I’m not sure if I want to keep working where I am.”

“Then it sounds like it’s time to look for an employer who will recognize all the hard work you put in. And actually reward you for it.”

“Yeah. I guess. I just…”

“Hate change? Love your routines? Want to burrow into a little hole at the thought of having to start over, and never come back out?”

You blink up at her. “Okay, it’s fucking creepy how well you read my mind sometimes.”

Jennie grins, booping your nose. “That’s what best friends do.” You scowl, and she laughs, pulling you into a hug. “Look, job hunting sucks, but so does working for a company where you feel trapped! If you’ve reached a dead end there, then it’s time to move on.”

“Ughhhh, I guess.” You lean your head on your shoulder. “Must you be so wise all the time?”

“Truly, it’s my burden to bear. Come on, cheer up, babe! You’ll figure this out! And you know I’ll help you as much as I can.”

“Eh, you’ve got enough to worry about right now.”

“Oh god, don’t remind me.” Jennie and Yoongi’s wedding is less than two weeks away. It feels like they’ve been planning it forever. Well, Jennie basically has been, pretty much since she informed you in college, mere days after meeting Yoongi, that he was The One.

Her obsession with romantic movies means that Jennie’s wedding plans borrow heavily from western-style ceremonies - like having bridesmaids, for example. As an only child, Jennie is rather spoiled by her doting parents, so they’re more than happy to do something a little less than traditional if it’s what she wants. And of course Yoongi goes along with anything Jennie dreams up. She’s got him wrapped around her stylishly manicured finger, which he’d be the first to admit.

But since you’ve been unusually busy with your own stuff lately, you haven’t really been paying attention to her wedding plans as closely as you were. You feel a pang of guilt, echoing the pain you felt the other day when you realized that you and Jisoo hadn’t hung out much lately. The last thing you want to be is that friend who is so wrapped up in herself that she doesn’t know what’s going on with everyone else.

“Well, maid of honor, reporting for duty.” With a mock salute, you grin. “What do you need from me right now?”

“Ask me again on Saturday. At the moment, we’re kind of in the calm before the storm? But it’ll be a different story this weekend.” She nudges you. “What you can do right now is distract me by telling me about this date with Jin!”

“I’ll be sure to text you as soon as I get home and give you all the sordid details.”

“Oh god, please feel free to save some of the details for yourself.” Jennie shudders. “I don’t want to be standing at the altar next week and glance at Jin and forget my vows because I’m suddenly thinking about his filthy mouth. Or other parts.”

“Suit yourself,” you grin. “But I guess this means I need to rewrite my maid of honor toast.”

“Is it too late to ask Jisoo to be my maid of honor?”

“You really think her toast would be any less dirty?!”

The two of you dissolve into giggles, and you fall back onto your pillows, feeling lighter than you have all week. Jennie’s right - you’ll figure out what to do about work. At least you know that if you need help, you won’t have to do it alone.

Upon stepping into the reception on Thursday night, it dawns on you that Jin might have undersold it just a little. First of all, he neglected to mention that it’s being held at Blue Side, one of the swankiest restaurants downtown. A place that’s way too rich for your blood, which is why you’ve never been there before. Secondly, it’s true that there are plenty of old men amongst the attendees, but the average age is definitely closer to your own, and the energy in the banquet room is absolutely buzzing - a far cry from the “stuffy” atmosphere he predicted.

Nervously, you smooth the bodice of your jumpsuit with one hand, clutching Jin’s arm with the other as he makes a beeline for the bar. It seems silly for you to feel anxious here, since you know that none of the people in this room are remotely interested in you. And yet, you are anyway. Jennie’s advice about looking for a new job has you wondering if maybe tonight could be practice for some networking of your own. The only drawback is, you’ve never been much for talking to strangers, so you’re glad Jin’s first stop is to grab some of that free booze he promised you.

Jin flags down the bartender and orders you both a drink. He leans against the bar as he smiles at you. “Did I mention how gorgeous you look tonight?”

“You did, but please do keep saying it.”

His amused honking spurs laughter of your own. “Fair enough. What about me?” He angles his face away from you, striking an exaggerated pose. You laugh again, but can’t deny how ridiculously handsome he looks tonight. When he’d shown up at your door, dressed in a raven black suit with matching silk shirt underneath, hair artfully tousled, wire-rimmed glasses on again, you first thought was, holy hell, he’s gorgeous.

Your second thought was to hope he tips his tailor well. And your third thought was highly Not Suitable For Work, or anywhere else for that matter.

After pretending to study him carefully, you give him an, “Ehhh,” and flap your hand back and forth. His eyes widen as you giggle. “Oh, relax, you know you look fantastic.”

“Hmmph. Never hurts to hear it.” He pouts, but you see the glimmer in his deep brown eyes, and can’t suppress another grin.

“Also fair.” Stepping closer, you press a kiss to his cheek without a second thought. The tips of his ears darken a little. “I just didn’t want you to get a big head about it. Need to keep you grounded, before everyone else here starts kissing up to you.”

He wraps an arm around your waist as the bartender slides your drinks to you. “Ah, I see. Are you worried you’ll have to fight for my affections tonight? Don’t be.” He pauses to take a sip of his wine. “The only one I want kissing me tonight is you.”

“Just kissing?”

He winks, and your teeth bite into your lower lip as he licks his. “I guess we’ll see how the night goes.” You stir your cocktail as he dips his head, brushing his mouth by your ear. “Especially if you’re a good girl.”

His breath tickles your ear, words sending a shiver down your spine. Memories of your last date play in your mind. You’d very much enjoy the chance to show him just how good you can be.

Drinks in hand, Jin leads you over to where some very appetizing-looking food has been laid out, and you quickly assemble yourself a plate of snacks. By the time you’ve started on a second plate, you’ve already been introduced to a dozen other guests, all of whom politely repeat your name and then immediately ignore you, dominating the conversation completely.

Jin, for what it’s worth, keeps trying to pull you back in, but the others aren’t interested and always end up steering things back to business. And as the night wears on, you stop trying to engage Jin in any conversations of your own, since you’re constantly interrupted by others. You can’t really blame them - who wouldn’t want to talk to this handsome, funny, incredibly talented man by your side? At least he’s sticking close to you, always with a hand on your back or an arm looped around your waist. Every little touch makes your skin buzz.

By your third plate, you’ve nearly given up on the idea of practicing your social skills, when you spot a familiar face standing at the bar. As several executives from cooking network Nosh corner Jin, you excuse yourself and make your way over to her.

“Wendy?”

The woman turns around, a radiant smile lighting up her face. She exclaims your name. “I thought that was you! How are you?”

It’s been several years, but your former coworker is still as bubbly and kind as you remember. Wendy had been one of the first friends you’d made when you’d started, but she left the company not long after that. She’s just as gorgeous as ever tonight, lithe frame draped in a chic black dress, accented perfectly with gold earrings and a matching bracelet. If you in your outfit look like you belong at this reception, she looks like she’s running it.

The bartender brings you another cocktail as you two catch up. Before long, you find yourself bending Wendy’s ear about your frustrations with work.

“Believe me, I understand!” she consoles you, patting your arm. “Why do you think I left? Chan and Associates is a great training ground, but once you reach a certain level, there’s really nowhere left to go! And you can only do other people’s work for so long before you’re ready to run out the door.”

You nod. “Yes! Exactly!” Taking a swig of your drink, you gaze over at where Jin is still deep in discussion with the network execs. “So you said you’re working in entertainment these days? That must be such a wildly different environment to work in.”

“Yes! My firm has several clients that include television networks and a couple streaming platforms. It’s great. I’m here with some execs from one of the streamers tonight, technically on the clock in case anyone wants to discuss possible investment strategies, but between you and me? I just could not resist the lure of free drinks.”

“I get it.” You clink your glasses together.

“But listen, there are so many unexpected perks with this job! Like travel. Especially right now, this platform’s taking a big swing towards shows that explore local cuisines, and I’ve gotten to go on several trips already. A few were even international.” She rattles off a list of countries you’ve never been to, and your envy grows. The only travel you’ve ever done for your job was to attend several dull conferences, all within the confines of your city.

“Wow, that sounds amazing.”

“Oh yeah!” Wendy nods. “It’s been incredible. And also, the actual benefits themselves are fabulous, too.” As she continues to extol, rattling off a list of impressive benefits your company does not offer, your jealousy grows, until you can’t help but ask a very important question.

“So, um, would you know if your firm is hiring right now, or…”

Wendy digs through her clutch and pulls out a business card. “I don’t think we are at the moment, but send me your resume anyway! I’ll keep you in mind if I hear anything, and I can also pass along some names of some people who helped me get this job - a few industry headhunters whom you should definitely get to know!”

“Wendy, you’re the best. Thank you so much!” You turn her card over in your hands, fingers running over the embossed letters. Fancy. “I will absolutely email you first thing tomorrow.”

Wendy glances at her watch. “I think I might bounce. The longer these things go on, and the drunker people get, the less I’m usually needed. Listen - keep your head up at Chan, okay? Hopefully you won’t have to mark time for much longer!”

“From your lips to the universe’s ears, Wendy.” With a hug, she leaves.

You stare at her card again, lost in thought. Running into Wendy definitely feels like a rather serendipitous moment. It seems like the universe might have just dropped an opportunity directly into your lap. Could it really be this easy to escape your current situation?

Jin materializes beside you, placing his empty glass on the counter. “Did I just see you take someone’s card?”

“Yes! Former coworker. Possible new job lead.” You slip the card into your clutch before you accidentally leave it on the bar. It could be your ticket out. Better not lose it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were looking for another job.”

“Yeah, that’s probably because I am just kinda realizing now that I want one.” Tapping the clutch, you grin. “And this might be the start.”

“Well, congratulations. I’m glad that something good came out of this evening for you. ” He gives you a soft smile, and the butterflies in your stomach take flight. “Thank you for coming with me. I know this has probably been pretty boring for you, and to be honest, there were a few conversations earlier that nearly put me to sleep, too, but… having you here made my night so much better.”

With a shy smile, you nod. The sincerity in his gaze has those butterflies all riled up again. And his tone reminds you of what he said at dinner the other night, about wanting to share his life with someone.

You take a slow sip of your drink, giving the butterflies time to calm down. “I’m really glad I came, too. But what about you? Has anything good come out of all that elbow rubbing tonight? Those execs from Nosh sure seemed to have a lot to say.”

Jin beams. “I don’t want to jinx anything, but…” He jerks his chin, indicating for you to lean closer. “Nosh might be interested in producing my show! They said something about adding it to the network lineup in the fall. That is, if my agent and I can put together a strong pitch for their upfronts in the next few weeks.”

You smack him lightly on his solid chest. “Jin! That’s fantastic!”

He laughs, grabbing your hand. “I know! I don’t want to get my hopes up too much, since it was just one conversation, but a network budget would really improve everything - I could do so much more!” He slings an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side. “I think maybe we should celebrate, no?”

“Hmmm.” You pretend to consider. “What do you have in mind?”

He glances around covertly before pulling you flush against him, dipping his head to brush your lips with his. “Maybe we go back to my place? I have some champagne in the fridge. We could have some dessert.” One of his hands ghosts down your ass, giving a light squeeze that makes you squeak into his mouth. “If you’re still hungry.”

Oh yes, you’re suddenly very hungry. “We should absolutely do that.”

“So you’re ready to get out of here?”

You definitely are, especially with the way his long fingers are stroking over your hips. However, you are also full of several cocktails and about ready to burst. “Yes! I just need to run to the ladies room first. Be right back.”

At the sink in the restroom, you take a moment to collect yourself. Although your head is spinning a little from Jin’s touch, your reflection still looks so put together. Maybe, after your run-in with Wendy tonight, it won’t be long before you feel just as confident as your mirror self looks.

As you cross through the club, trying to figure out the least awkward way to ask Jin if you’ve been a good girl tonight, you discover that he’s no longer alone at the bar. The Nosh execs are back.

“Hey,” Jin greets you warmly when you reach his side, “you remember Hongjoong-ssi and San-ssi from earlier, right?”

You nod politely. “Of course.”

“They just invited us to join them for a nightcap,” Jin informs you.

“We’d like to discuss our idea in further detail,” the exec named San adds. “We’d love to treat you as well, if you’d care to join us?”

You smile as brightly as you can, but your heart sinks. As excited as you are for Jin and this potential deal, you very much want to leave this reception and all this talk of careers behind. But it would be selfish of you to insist that he take you home. You can’t do that to him, knowing how much this could affect his career.

You also have zero interest in sitting at another bar in silence while a conversation carries on around you. It’s already getting late, especially for a homebody like you, and you’re tired, the alcohol in your veins slowly completing its alchemy, transforming into drowsiness. If you’re not going to do anything, uh, stimulating with Jin right now, you’re at danger of falling asleep.

So with a gentle smile, you shake your head. “Actually, I think I’m going to call it a night. Tomorrow morning is going to come way sooner than I’d like.” You nod at both of the execs again. “But thank you for the offer.” Turning to Jin, you tug him away from the other men slightly. “Raincheck on the celebration?”

“Of course,” he replies. “We’ll celebrate some other night. You know my door’s always open.” He pauses. “Do you want me to wait with you for a ride?

“No, you go ahead! I’ll be fine.” Jin pulls you in for a kiss, but it’s too quick, lips barely meeting yours, and your heart sinks a little further as he and the others depart.

The butterflies go still again while you wait for your ride to arrive.

On the ride back to your apartment, whatever elation you felt after seeing Wendy quickly dissolves. Staring out the window as the city lights zoom by, you start to feel your frustration rising again. But it’s nothing to do with work anymore.

No, the more you think about it, the more you’re bummed that Jin didn’t come home with you. Tonight didn’t feel like much of a date. By the end of the night, all you wanted was some alone time with Jin. A chance to actually talk to him. Among other things. His teasing comments and lingering touches all evening worked all too well on you. You wanted that dessert he mentioned, even if you didn’t know exactly what he had in mind. You were pretty sure it would involve at least one orgasm.

Your phone rests on the seat beside you. Picking it up, you open your messages, and scroll until you see the last text from Jungkook.

All week long, you’ve done this. Open your phone, pull up your messages, find his name. And then close the app without typing a word. Each time afraid that you’re being too impatient, too eager. The opposite of light and casual. But it’s been several days now, so why not text him?

Yet as your thumbs tap the screen, you pause. Would it be weird to see if Jungkook’s around when you get back? The two of you could hang out… but would you just hang out? Can you control yourself around him, especially when you’re feeling a little pent up and dissatisfied?

Sure you can.

Maybe.

Okay, probably not. So maybe it’s not a good idea. Because how would Jungkook feel knowing you’re trying to hook up with him after Jin got you worked up?

Your night at Dionysus was as close to blurring the lines between the two of them as you’d like to get.

With a sigh, you tuck your phone into your clutch. Out of sight, out of mind.

Ha. Right.

Turns out it doesn’t matter what you decided, because when you get back to your place, Jungkook’s apartment is quiet. His schedule seems to vary during the week, with only the sound of music thumping through the wall ever letting you know if he’s around or not.

Changing into a soft oversized t-shirt, you go through your nightly routine, getting ready for bed. By all rights, you should be exhausted. It’s nearly midnight. On a typical Thursday, you’d be asleep by now. And all that socializing combined with the alcohol should have run you right down. But once you actually crawl into your sheets, sleep is nowhere to be found. Turns out you’re still wound up. Still frustrated.

Time for a release.

Reaching into your nightstand, you pull out your favorite toy. It’s been a while since you’ve needed Lil Jackson Wang’s help, thanks to your suddenly jam-packed dating life, but the longer you lie here, unable to sleep, still electrified from Jin’s words, his touch, the more your desperation builds. With a click, Lil Jackson whirs to life.

Gently, you run the vibrator along your slit, letting the soft hum clear your mind. It doesn’t take long for your arousal to build, and you slip the thick curve of the toy between your wet folds, pretending it’s Jin’s long fingers finding their way inside of you.

Or Jungkook’s. Or maybe both?

Oh fuck, Lil Jackson slides so easily inside you as you suddenly imagine both Jin and Jungkook are here with you. Lying on either side, mouths sucking at your breasts, their hands diving between your legs. Good thing Jungkook’s at work, so you don’t have to stifle yourself worrying about the thin walls, because you don’t want to. You let yourself moan loudly, feeling all that anxiety and irritation that was welling up inside you disappear as that familiar knot in your gut begins to tighten.

“Fuck,” you groan after a minute, grabbing your phone and opening an app. One of your favorite things about this toy is the way it pairs to music, syncing the vibrations to the beat. But before you can decide on which track you want Lil Jackson to dance to tonight, your phone suddenly buzzes in your hand, startling you.

Jungkook 🦌 (11:49): need a hand?

This time your “Fuck!” is a yelp. Apparently Jungkook is home. Switching your toy off, you freeze, not sure how to respond, heart still pounding from the shock of the text alert.

(11:50): I didn’t know you were home

Jungkook 🦌 (11:50): yeah. strained a muscle at dance practice today

Jungkook 🦌 (11:51): was just sleeping it off

Well, that explains why his place was so quiet.

(11:51): Oh shit, I’m sorry. Does it hurt?

Jungkook 🦌 (11:51): only when i move

Jungkook 🦌 (11:52): heh

Jungkook 🦌 (11:52): i’ll be fine, just gotta stay off it for a day or so

(11:52): Oh good

Jungkook 🦌 (11:53): yeah

Jungkook 🦌 (11:53): so

Jungkook 🦌 (11:53): anyway, don’t let me interrupt you

He’s a little too late for that. Lil Jackson currently sleeps on your thigh, though you’re still pretty wet, and still needing that release.

Jungkook 🦌 (11:54): i’m not making you uncomfortable am i?

Jungkook 🦌 (11:54): i’ll give you your privacy

Jungkook 🦌 (11:55): i can put on some music if it helps

That gives you an idea. You press the Call button.

“Hey,” he breathes softly when he answers.

“Hi. Sorry if I woke you.”

“‘Don’t be.” Jungkook sighs. “Didn’t mean to stop you. I’m sorry if I made this weird.”

“You didn’t.” Not really. The thought of him lying there, listening to you is kind of hot. Now that you’ve recovered from your initial shock, anyway. “I just got back from a date with Jin. And couldn’t sleep, so…”

“Ah.” There’s a long pause, and you wonder what’s going through his head, before his raspy voice comes on the line again. “Well, I hate the idea that I’m keeping you up… or keeping you from getting what you need…”

He’s setting you up perfectly. “Jungkook. Listen. Do you, uh, still want to give me a hand?”

A quick inhale. “I’d love to. But I’m not sure if I can walk over there right now, so-” He trails off as you quickly send him two more texts. “What’s this?”

“Um, you should download that app. And that’s the login info.”

“Login for wh…. Oh.”

You gaze at the ceiling, waiting for him, a flutter of excitement coursing through you. Pleased with yourself for this brilliant notion. Earlier, you were worried about blurring the lines between the two men, seeing one after the other. But this? This is not that.

This is an electronic loophole.

(Or so you tell yourself.)

Lil Jackson buzzes to life.

“Is it working?”

“Oh, yes!” you answer effusively as the toy in your hand pulsates.

“Any requests?”

“For songs to pair it to?”

“This thing pairs to music?” His voice is a little faint, so you assume he’s scrolling through the app. After a minute, “Nice & Slow” starts playing through your phone. The vibrations shift, matching the beat of the music.

“Ooh, Usher. Good choice.”

“I thought you’d like that one. But what I meant was, is there a certain speed or rhythm I should use, or…”

You grin, teasing him, “Uh-uh. I’m not telling you anything. You have to figure it out for yourself.”

Somehow you can hear a matching smile in his reply. “And how am I supposed to know if I’ve found the magic setting?”

“By how loud I get.” Might as well put the thin walls to good use.

“Fuck, this is gonna be fun,” Jungkook groans. “One last question. Do you want me to keep talking?”

“God yes. Please. Keep talking to me, Kookie.”

“Whatever you want, jagiya.”

The butterflies stir again. But Lil Jackson stills.

“Aw, why?!”

He laughs. “Hold on, you gotta set the stage for me. Tell me what I’d see if I were over there right now.”

“You mean like, what am I wearing?” You glance down at your stretched out t-shirt. “Um… I guarantee that whatever you’re imagining is way sexier than what I have on.”

“I promise you that’s not true. I remember how you looked in my hoodie. You make anything look sexy.”

If anyone else said that, you’d assume they were just feeding you a line. But for some reason, when he says it, you believe it, and your face warms.

“Hold on a sec.” You quickly yank your shirt off before lying back down. “Okay, so… if you were here, you would just see me on my bed. No clothes, only me, lying here on my sheets.” You pause, wondering if that’s enough. Deciding it’s not. “Thighs spread. Like I’m waiting for you.”

There’s a light hiss. “Fuck, jagi, you say you’re not an artist, but you paint a pretty picture.” The toy starts to vibrate again, and you grip it before it shakes off your leg. “What else?”

“Ummm… I have my phone in one hand and Li - the toy in the other.”

“Huh. So if I told you that I wanted you to drag your fingertips down that pretty little pussy of yours, and tell me how wet you are, you couldn’t do that?”

Jesus, the mouth on this man. From zero to one hundred real quick. Your clit throbs. “Fuck. No.”

“That’s not gonna work, then. Can you put me on speaker?”

You do as instructed.

“All right. Now. Take your free hand, jagi. And tell me what I want to know.”

Lil Jackson is still pulsing in your left hand as you take your right and draw a line down your folds. You’re so slick, arousal gathering on your fingertips as you speak into the phone on the pillow by your head. “Mmm, I’m already so wet, Kookie.”

“Got yourself worked up earlier?”

“A little bit.” You close your eyes, remembering your fantasy. “I - I was thinking about you.”

Another sharp inhale. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Imagining you were here. Touching me.” With your eyes closed, it’s so easy to tell him these things. And even easier to imagine he’s right here next to you, murmuring in your ear.

“Jagi. Take the toy and press it against yourself.” His voice gets lower as he commands you, a husky timbre that has you clenching around nothing as you listen. “Just brush it against your lips.”

The pattern changes to a steady thrumming as you swirl the toy through your slick folds.

“How does that feel?”

“Feels good,” you sigh, hips rocking slightly as you roll the vibrator up and down.

“Good,” he hums. “Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything you want, Kookie, just don’t turn off the toy again.”

He chuckles, but it’s not his usual high giggle, it’s a dark rumble that sends a rash of goosebumps rippling down your neck. You haven’t even touched your breasts, but your nipples are pebbling as you begin to pant. “I’m pretending I’m there, too. And that’s my tongue, licking that delicious pussy of yours. I can practically taste you right now. Can you feel me, baby?”

“Jungkook,” you moan, hips still canting forward as you press the toy harder against your core, seeking more friction.

“I want you to rub that little clit of yours now. Because I want to wrap my lips around it. Let me suck on it a little, just the way you like.” Moving Lil Jackson as he demands, your breath catches in your throat as the vibrator shifts again, the beat changing as “All the Time” by Jeremih starts. A personal favorite. “Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad, jagi. I wanna bury my tongue inside you. Can you feel me slipping inside?”

The curve of the toy plunges between your folds and you whine as it brushes against your walls. “God, yes, I feel you!”

“Mmm, keep going. Wanna fuck you with it. Go on, baby. Help me fuck you.”

You thrust the toy into your tight cunt, wailing helplessly, fucking yourself just the way you like. Just the way you imagine he’d fuck you, that thick cock of his filling you up, stretching you out, making you his.

“Fuck, Jungkook!”

“That’s right, jagi, let everyone know who’s making you feel like this. I can’t get enough of your moans, let me hear them.”

At this point, your wanton mewling is probably going to wake your other neighbors, but you don’t care. All you can picture is Jungkook above you, dark eyes holding yours as he strokes into you again and again.

“I know I’m making you feel good because I can feel your thighs squeezing around me. Fuck, jagi, I wanna feel those soft thighs under my hands, wanna pin them down so you can’t move. Want you to lie there and take it. Do you want that?”

You want everything he has to give. “Yes, please!”

He laughs. “So polite. Let me give you more, jagi. Put the toy inside you and leave it there.”

You know exactly what he wants you to do. Lil Jackson is designed for hands-free use, the two curved ends fitting perfectly over your clit and against your g-spot. You nestle the toy securely and gasp as the buzzing increases.

“All right, baby. Now take those hands and play with your tits for me. Since I’m not there to do it myself, I need you to do it for me.”

It’s getting harder to think straight, the constant stimulation on those sensitive spots distracting you, but you still manage to follow Jungkook’s instructions, running your hands up your stomach to fondle your breasts, imagining his strong hands caressing you.

“Let me roll my fingers over those gorgeous tits while I suck on that clit some more. I’m not stopping until you’re cumming on my face.”

The knot in your gut grows as you rub your hands over your breasts, kneading, pinching your nipples hard enough to make your back arch off the mattress. You’re no stranger to your own touch, but it’s overwhelming tonight, especially with Jungkook’s filthy mouth running nonstop lewd commentary in your ear. You can feel your peak approaching and you want it so bad.

So you beg.

“God, Kookie, I wanna cum! Please, please make me cum!”

There’s a hitch in his breath. Tipping your head as close to the phone as you can, you think you detect something in the background.

“Are y-you,” you stutter, “fuck, are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah. You think I can lie here and listen to you touching yourself the way I want to and not be hard as a fucking rock?” He hisses, and the sound shoots straight to your tight core.

“Fuck, Kookie!” This time, when you say his name, Jungkook lets out a needy whimper. You remember all the sweet little noises he made the other night. You want to be the one to make him sound like that.

He switches up the pattern, and you twist a nipple between your finger and thumb, other hand flexing in your sheets. The cadence no longer matches the tempo of the music. Jungkook’s taken back control.

“Do you remember that night when you came to Paradise?”

Do you remember it?? How could you possibly forget?

He takes your moan for the affirmative it is.

“When you ran into me in the hallway, earlier in the night?” Jungkook asks. “Do you know why I had to run back into my apartment like that?”

Not thinking, you shake your head, too wrapped up in the quivering beat between your legs to remember that he can’t see you. But he doesn’t seem to need your answer, as he continues on.

“Because of what you did to me.”

“What… what did I do?”

“The same thing you’re doing right now. Turning me on.” Another groan hits your ear, before his voice rumbles again. “I couldn’t leave for work like that. I was late because I had to stop and jerk off. You in that tight little dress… fuck, jagiya,” he growls. “You drive me fucking insane.”

“Kookie!” you gasp, keening at the intensity as it climbs again, getting stronger. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop, I’m so close!”

His breathing is ragged now, strangled grunts coming through the phone to match your unrestrained moans, and somehow you know he’s just as close as you are. “Ah, fuck, jagi, if I were there right now, I’d fuck you so good, baby, ah, I wanna feel you, I want you so bad!” The last word is an unrestrained whine, a deeply frustrated sound that cracks something wide open inside you, and you sob desperately in reply.

“God, yes, fuck me, Kookie, please, I want you I want you I -” Head tossing back, your mouth falls open in an impassioned cry as you reach the peak and tumble over the edge into euphoria. The vibrations don’t cease, even as your walls clench and your clit shudders beneath the toy’s continued quaking, but you can’t form the words to ask Jungkook to turn it off, surrendering to the feeling reverberating through you.

There’s a choked sob on the other end of the line, a stuttering cry that resonates through the wall, and then he pulls you from your high, bringing you back to the moment.

The vibrations finally stop.

Neither of you speak for a few minutes. Your breathing begins to even out as you cradle your phone, listening to the soothing rhythm of his soft exhalations. No thoughts. Just in, out.

Your eyelids droop.

Jungkook finally speaks. “Are you falling asleep on me again?”

“...yes.”

He laughs, a tiny giggle that makes your lips lift. “I guess I can’t get upset since that was the goal here, right? To help you sleep?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, rolling onto your side. “And it worked like a fucking charm. I owe you one.”

“Gonna remember that.”

“You better.”

“Go to sleep, jagiya.”

You hum, eyes already closing. “Night, Kookie.”

When your alarm goes off a few hours later, there are messages waiting for you.

Jungkook 🦌 (1:03): i’m keeping that app. and i work tonight.

Jungkook 🦌 (1:03): want to test its range?

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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lovenona · 4 years

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contains: explicit smut, low-key dubcon? kind of, toxic behavior, infidelity, implied age difference (college student reader vs. dilf toji), ddlg dynamics, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, kinda angsty, fem reader, literally this is just absolute filth so continue with discretion

he caught you when you were young and vulnerable, and he never let go.

but you’ll let him sink his claws in, a thousand times over, if it means you can continue to smell the blend of his cigarette smoke and the cologne his ex-wife bought him and the whisky still lingering on his dark clothes: a blend that is so classically fushiguro toji that it hurts.

you let toji do whatever he wants with you; you’re a young college student, you’re lonely, and you think he looks at you like you’re the center of the universe. electricity crackles down your spine when you see his dark eyes glimmer in the blue-light of phone screens and LED lights and street lamps and car headlights. they’re dark and menacing eyes, not unlike a rattlesnake looking for the kill. it’s a gaze that should threaten you; it’s a gaze that sees you like prey.

it’s a gaze that forces you to press your thighs together on instinct. toji knows it, you know it – you both know that all he has to do is look at you with a certain feigned softness to make you lift your skirt and take off your clothes for him.

(some might call you easy. you call it love.)

you met toji in the back of a dirty bar the night you told your boyfriend you loved him and he told you he’d been hooking up with your roommate for the past six weeks. toji, with his disheveled hair, his chesire grin, the fitted black t-shirt that told you everything he had to offer. you wanted him, badly. you wanted his love. you wanted the protection he looked like he could give.

he took you home with a sly grin, fucked you hard and merciless in his one-bedroom apartment next to the subway tracks, where, if you hadn’t been fucked unconscious, you might have heard the rumble of a train blow through every eight minutes. toji, who made you call him daddy before he would finger you, fell asleep within minutes and left you to find the bathroom to clean yourself up.

but you love toji because you think he looks at you like you’re the center of the universe, especially when you’re spread underneath him and his hand is playing games between your butterflied legs. he tells you you’re so fucking hot, princess when you’re creaming around his cock, when you’ve come so many times you can’t remember where you are or what your name is.

toji looks particularly pleased when you cry; he loves it when you tell him it hurts and still pull him closer anyway. he gets off on your tears, on the way daddy slips past your lips in a tangled whimper and you no longer know what’s good for you.

(he thrives on the way you sob when he ruins your orgasms, too. he loves it when you clench around nothing, when you pathetically whine because you crave him and he won’t give it to you.)

toji will take you in whatever position and whatever location he feels like. he likes you because you let him, being the good girl you are. toji’s hobby is ruining you, fucking you and forcing you to show your fucked-out face and shaky knees in public, fucking you in public and humiliating you for falling apart under his touch while someone’s watching you, naughty girl.

fucking you in his car with the windows rolled down is his personal favorite; he gets off on the sight of your ass in the air, face buried in the leather backseat of his ex-wife’s old car. he likes how you scream so loud anyone with ears could hear you. he likes when you squirt all over him and ruin the seats. he likes it when people see you struggle to give him head. he loves when they stand still and watch.

(he particularly loves it when he fucks you from behind and he puts his fingers in your mouth. you always clench like a vice.)

your pussy is an addiction, toji says when he’s zipping his jeans back up and watching you wipe away the mascara running down your cheeks. you think he means it with love – you know he means it with love, he must.

sometimes toji even tells you about himself when he lights a cigarette afterwards, and that’s how you know what you have is true. he’ll tell you about his bitch of an ex-wife who he’s currently preparing to file a divorce with. he’ll tell you abut his two-year-old son, who his bitch of an ex-wife won’t let him see because she thinks he’s a bad influence. he’ll tell you about the people he hates at work, about the heavy lifting he does at the gym – he always lets you feel his biceps, then.

but you, you fill in the gaps yourself, you’re sexy, young, fun. you’re better than the ex-wife. you’re everything toji needs.

you love toji because you think he cares about you; he tells you how college boys are foolish and childish and lame; he tells you how you need a real man to take care of a tight pussy like yours; he tells you how you’re just an ignorant girl who needs someone to guide her.

(and he’s right, you think. he’s always looking out for you.)

you, you always tell him, then, blissed-out and drunk on his attention. you, daddy. you take care of me. he always eats you out when you say that.

you love him, you do. and so when you see him with his bitch of an ex-wife and his son at the grocery store, you make yourself invisible, because you know that toji doesn’t like when you show up uninvited. you tell yourself that he has to do it, that he needs to take care of his son, that just because he’s in love with you doesn’t mean he can suddenly leave his first family behind.

and when toji tells you after you suck him off and swallow that he’s moving back in with his ex-wife because he “can’t afford the rent at my apartment anymore,” when he stops talking about getting the divorce, you keep the stars in your eyes and the slick on your pussy because he promises that he’ll fuck your brains out in his master bedroom when his son is asleep.

(and toji does: in six different position, four different orgasms, and your daddy was even kind enough to rail you as you were bent over the kitchen counter in his bitch of a wife’s newly remodeled kitchen. you came so hard and so violently that your screams woke up daddy’s two-year-old son.)

toji owns your body, and you let him. maybe he’s bad for you, maybe he’s cheating on his wife and slowly ruining your life in the process, but when he’s kissing your cervix, you don’t have it in you to care.

because you’re my daddy, you tell him, crying. i need you.

that’s right, he’ll say. what would you do without me, little girl? because when toji sinks his claws into a pussy this sweet and young and vulnerable, he never lets go.

#this is just absolute toji filth #rest in peace I'm so sorry y'all #toxic toji is on my mind tonight #sorry it ends so abruptly I didn't know how to stop #anyways #toji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji smut #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #adele writes #it's hot in here #tw dubcon #tw toxic #tw cheating #fushiguro.toji

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mazuwii · 3 years

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Getting caught on kisscam with the AOT characters

Scenario: You end up on the smooch cam with your AOT girlfriend/boyfriend

Levi:

-he has no idea what it is at first -he didn't even wanna come as well😭😭 it was your idea -you explain awkwardly and he turns back to the camera and flashes his middle finger at it💀💀 -obviously the crowd boo LMAO

Eren:

-he's so oblivious, he didn't even notice and got up, telling you he was going to take a shit -until you pull on his shirt and point to the kiss cam and he's like*surprised Pikachu* -doesn't get the memo and only kisses your cheek LMAO

Bertholdt

-man he has no idea what to do, his face is going beet red and everyone can see it -I feel like he gets teary when he blushes so he looks like he's about to sob -you don't wanna embarrass him so you pretend your siblings and wrote it down on a piece of paper before flashing it at the camera

Reiner:

-Rei is one of my faves but tbh it feels like he was ANTICIPATING this moment since he was born -Like come on, the man is a huge simp -I guess you'd have to same energy when he grabs your face and smooches you🌚 if you're shy you're just sitting there like☺ awkwardly smiling

Jean:

-He's so smug that when he goes for a kiss he hits your chin on his head somehow 🌚 -people never awww at you guys, it's more laughter 😭 -it ends up being just a peck before you take him home because his forehead got assaulted by your chin

Armin:

-he refuses to believe it's actually happening like you're both sat there with red faces -man he is so embarassed but wants to get it over with. He turns to you with a bashful giggle and you return it. This isn't going anywhere -you end up stroking each other's hair and the crowd just goes🤔🤨*thinking face*

Erwin:

-you have to explain what a kiss cam is, he's so confused and ends up asking people with his loud ass commander voice. -"why would you like to see me and my significant other slobber each other up?" -won't stop asking it's getting so tiring that the cam MOVES on 😭😭😭

Zeke

-the camera lands on you both right, and he just waves casually and goes back on his phone. -you nudge him and explain quietly. -"are you sure those are the rules or do you just want a kiss?" Like you're no detective Mr monke😭 -"you could have just asked." He does it but you have no emotion on your face now, he genuinely assumed you just wanted a kiss

Porco:

-He scowls at the camera and looks back at you who's just smirking -like holy shit you're terrifying him, you really want these strangers to see what we do in private???? -instead of turning it down, the guy uses a piece of paper or something to cover the kiss up💀💀💀 -probably got booed at too for covering it up😭

Hange:

-oh she's more than happy to shove her tongue down your throat in public and on a television?! Hell yeah! -like hold onnnn, why won't she stop? The moment her lips land on yours the camera moves after a while and she's still going -it's okay girl the camera moved on😭

Pieck:

-Asks if you're okay with it and you shyly say yeah. -Nothing as graphic as Hange it's just a short peck and a ruffle of your hair before she turns back with her arm around your waist

Mikasa:

-She's awaiting for you to lay one on her💀 -she will turn to you with stars in her eyes, waiting for you to lean in and show your- 😭 your love to the "world" -you do smooch her but again, not Hange level smooch it's kinda short

Mike:

-He has no idea what the fudge a kiss cam is and even when you explain he's still like "huh?" -so when it does happen as you predicted he has no idea and is probably just sleeping in his chair with his arms crossed. -man don't try to wake him up. You just shake your head and try to get out of there with him by waking him up.

Sasha:

-man can you even kiss? She's either drinking, eating or screaming at everything -say that she was silently watching and the camera ends up on you, she mostly just widens her eyes and waves mindlessly at it😭 -you tell her it's a kiss cam and she goes 'oh' before blowing a kiss at the camera. -she can somehow make the entire audience facepalm

Annie:

-when it gets onto you both she doesn't realise since she's too busy telling a kid behind her to shut up before a monster comes and eats them -like you're scared for her to see it because you won't know how she'd react -surprisingly she does peck your lip but then briefly goes back on her phone

Kenny:

-You told him about it beforehand and he didn't say anything about it, lost in thought -When it happened, he just cocked a brow at it, telling you that you predicted it correctly -I know this old geezer is too embarassed to show everyone else the *private stuff* so he flips them off with a classic ✨middle finger✨

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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