#the way they eyefucked one another

[ravengards-rogue]

✧ tags : afab + fem!reader, top karlach, bottom reader, strap-ons, breaking the bed, act three spoilers (vaguely), karlach is the weensiest bit of a bully, 18+

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Karlach can't keep her hands off you.

Not her fault, in her defense. She had to spend an incredibly long, incredibly daunting leg of your journey not being able to touch you at all. Really, some of the hardest shit she's ever done in her life - even with her time in Avernus being Zariels' little lapdog.

Now that she has the privilege, she has to make the most of it. Her engines burning her up from the inside so she ought to make the most of everything. You especially. Who knows what will be left of her memory when her soul ends up in fugue plane? She hopes and prays her last memory is the feeling of you tucked in her arms all safe.

That being said, she's always on you. She likes fucking you whenever she can, wherever you'll let her. You're proper cute when she sneaks into your bedroll and lets her hand underneath your waistband, muffling little moans into the side of her neck as she holds you. Got the prettiest little voice she's ever heard when you whine for her, grip her forearm and beg all teary eyed.

That's been good and well - fucking amazing really. But there's been one thing that Karlach has been dying to do since she's gotten back to Faerun which is fuck you. Like, really fuck you.

She makes you cum in other ways. Whatever available, really. Hands, mouth, the muscle in her thigh when you're especially needy. Gods, she's grateful to see you like that. Leader of the pack all soft and trembling her bedroll all night, a sight for sore eyes.

But she wants to fuck you. She needed a strap to do that, and those sorts of things are only easy to find in the city - not in the middle of nowhere in the backwaters of the Sword Coast.

She knows you want it too, always begging for more.

You're in the city now, though - and you've visited Sharess' Caress, and now Karlach finally has something to fuck you with. You're finally in Elfsong song now (no more sleeping on dirt!) and the rest of your party has gone off to explore the city. There's plenty of business to attend to. The two of you offered to stay behind, hold down the fort.

(And well, no one was really going to stay after that were they? Not with the happy couple around, with Karlach eyefucking you as openly as she possibly can at least.)

She really is glad that you have all this time to yourselves for now.

Now that she's finally, finally fucking you - she isn't sure it'll be easy for her to stop.

You're pretty laying underneath her. Naked, sweat making your skin sheen as Karlach stands back on her knees and fucks you on your back. Your chest bounces every time your ass meets the thrust of her own hips, your voice trembling as she gets into proper pace to fuck you.

She gives you a wicked little smile, watching with abject fondness as her cock slides into you again. Shiny with your arousal, your cunt is tight with resistance even as she goes slow. You mewl, your hands reaching to push against Karlach's abs.

"Too much, Karlach, can't—" You gasp as she bullies the swollen head back into you. "S-senstive,"

"Didn't take you for such a quitter, soldier. You were just begging for it and now it's too much," She goads, fucking you deeper. You groan as your spine arches, nails scratching at her waist. "Try a little harder, baby."

Your voice breaks into a pathetic moan, weakly trying to push her out. Legs shaking as she fucks another inch into you. You're so wet she can hear it, hear how soft your pussy gets trying to accommodate around her length. Whimpering you close your eyes and shake your head.

"Too much. I c-can't cum again, can't."

Fuck you're delightful. It's nice when Karlach gets the chance to render you as helpless as you always make her feel. Pitiful and tender, she hums a little as she bottoms out again. Her eyes go lidded with want as she looks at the place in where she's inside of you, stretching your tight little hole. Fucking pretty thing you are. Pretty face and pretty heart and the prettiest pussy she's ever seen in her life. She's mesmerized how something so big can fill something so small. You stretch around her cock so well, so perfect.

"Of course you can." She murmurs. Hot hands curl around your wrists, your arms straightening out in front of you as Karlach holds them. Your fingers brush against your abdomen again but don't find the same purchase as Karlach holds you down. "A little more and you'll make another mess for me to clean up like always, huh?"

"Karlach," You whine, your eyes fluttering open. Your lashes are wet with overstimulated tears, mouth curled in a soft and pouty flush. "Karlach,"

She laughs, sharp teeth showing as she rolls her hips - undulating slower. A soft pace to ease you into it again. She knows just the right angles. You like two ways. Hard and heavy, her hips fucking into yours

She steals a glance at your desperate face and settles on the latter. "I'm right here, pretty girl. And I'm not going anywhere, either. Now hold on,"

It's the most she spares as a warning before she sets a brutal pace. She use your hands for purchase as she pulls her cock out, and thrusts all the way back in with a loud, unforgiving groan. Her clit digs into the leather backing of the strap when she does, delicious friction making her head feel numb.

You cry out as she thrusts deep and hard, cock buried to the hilt again.

She keeps the same brutal, unforgiving pace. The room sounds with the weight of her thrusts, skin smacking against skin and the soft internal whirr of her engine noisy. Lewd, wet sounds mix with the visual of you laid underneath her, tits bouncing with every smack of hips.

She throws her head back back, euphoria washing over her in a haze.

"Fuck yeah, that's it baby. Feels good. Feeling me right in your stomach?"

You nod deliriously as your hand curls into a fist, struggling to keep up. She laughs at you as she ducks her head to meet your mouth. You kiss her with immediate fervor chasing her lips aimlessly while she fucks you hard and deep.

Her name sounds so good from your mouth, she doesn't think she'll ever get sick of it.

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Cheol with a party girl gf like you look amazing he can’t take his eyes off you he loves that you’re having fun he’ll lose his mind if he sees one more guy look you up and down while you’re dancing he’s helping you out of your heels and carrying you home because you’re wild but you’re his

tw: dom!seungcheol, bratty sub!reader (fem!), mentions of alcohol, making out, dry humping, spanking, dirty talk, possessiveness, mentions of breeding kink - minors dni.

@gyuwoncheol @duhnova @wongyuseokie 🥰

Christmas holidays is the most wonderful time of the year. Especially for someone like you, who lives and breathes for wild parties.

It's your prime, where you can wear your most glamorous and hot dresses, sexiest shoes and captivating makeup, so you can attend every single party your friends throw during the holidays.

Of course, you're never on your own - your hands are always looped around the sturdy bicep of your boyfriend, who is nothing short of a party animal himself.

However, there's one tiny problem - Seungcheol is a possessive man. And whenever he sees another man eyefucking you from a certain distance (it's not your fault you look hot, okay?), it makes his blood boil like volcanic lava.

You aren't oblivious whenever his demeanor shifts in the middle of the party, where he's snatching you away from your friends to slow dance with you and keep you attached to his body.

You won't lie, it always get you some type of hot and bothered because how the hell are you supposed to resist a man like Choi Seungcheol? If you didn't have a certain amount of dignity, you would be fucking him in front of everyone (the thought has crossed your mind).

It always makes your panties twist and turn whenever he picks you up in his arms and your heeled shoes are hanging from his deft fingers.

"You looked really hot tonight, by the way." Seungcheol looks at you with sultry eyes.

"Cheol, you always say that." You laugh when you set foot in the apartment.

"Yeah, but you got a lot of compliments and looks from others."

There it is.

"Are you jealous, Cheol?"

"Me? Not at all." He says and brings you over to the couch and pats his lap. You sit on top of his thighs and he immediately grabs your waist to position you on the bulge of his dress pants.

"I just don't want other men to eye fuck my hot girlfriend."

You grab Seungcheol's face and pull out all the stops in terms of kissing. You get messy, tongue and teeth clashing with each other. His hands roam over your thighs and your ass, gripping your skin like a starved animal.

"I am the only one who can eye fuck you and fuck you properly." He groans between kisses.

"Fuck, I know, Cheollie, I'm always yours." You whimper and grind your covered pussy over his crotch, your lips cascading over his jawline. "That pussy is yours to ram your fat dick in, baby."

"That's right, Princess." He spanks your ass. "In fact, I want to ram my fat dick inside your pretty pussy until it molds to the shape of my dick."

"Just that?" You question him with a smirk.

"Always asking for more, aren't you?"

"Are you saying you'll resist cumming inside me?"

Seungcheol's expression turns dead serious.

"Um, Cheol?"

"Bedroom. Now."

"Why though? I mean, we've fucked on the couch before." You get up and he drags you towards the bedroom.

"I have a princess to breed and I want her to be comfortable."

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Crazy in Love

Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…

Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!

Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.

Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.

He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.

“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.

I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.

Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.

The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.

“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.

The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.

You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.

I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.

You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.

With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.

You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.

You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.

After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.

I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.

Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.

Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.

You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.

“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.

Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.

“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.

THE NEXT DAY

We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.

After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.

“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.

I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…

Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾

[princessbrunette]

how do you feel about flirting with aotc!anakin? whether it’s established relationship flirting or you’re just getting to know one another or whatever. i’m rly interested in seeing how you’d decide to write a younger (maybe more naive?) version of anakin. make it as dirty/smutty/suggestive as you want, i love anything you put out

(us acting like we weren’t giggling in dms about this 😝)

okay but yes.

flirting with him is so fun because… he’s a slut idc. i guess i understand when people wanna present him as some shy virgin but also like… did we even watch the same movie? aotc ani was bricked up for the entire 2hours and 22 minutes in this essay i will-

when you’re still friends — flirting with him is so much fun because he’s barely keeping it together. he shamelessly glances at your tits when you’re talking to him because how can he not? you’re practically begging for it with them pressed together like that, blinking up at him with faux innocent doe eyes. he’s already stiff before you’ve even been standing there for more than thirty seconds. he won’t shy away from telling you that, either.

the way you call him “ani” in that sweet breathy voice, reaching up to fix his short blonde hair. he knows your game. he stares down at you with that obscene smirk, shuffling a bit closer to you so he has a better view down your top. but soon enough, you’re pulling away slyly, putting an extra sway of the hips in your walk as you leave him to give him a show.

you have to constantly tell him to stop staring at you, because whenever you look at him he’s got this slight smile on his face — and not in the sweet romantic way, the sort of vacant and dark smile that says ‘I’m not focused on anything going on right now, because i’m imagining you creaming on my cock.’ aotc ani definitely dabbled in a fair share of holoporn, so he can get super creative with his daydreams.

maker forbid the conversation ever is lead down one of a sexual nature whilst you’re still friends — his curiosity causing him to prod and pry at your sex life, and brazenly offering to be added to your roster at a drop of a hat. “did your ex ever taste you?” he’s stepping into your space once more. you roll your eyes at his intrusiveness but shake your head anyway. “i would have. you should allow me. wouldn’t you like to see how it feels? i heard some girls compare it to heaven…” he gets impossibly closer like he’s going to kiss you but you break off the moment.

“what girls?” you frown jealously which only makes him grin boyishly and chuckle, stuttering over an explanation.

when the two of you finally end up together, you make him wait even longer to fuck you just because it’s fun — doing everything in your power to make him flustered. your favourite moment would have to be when you’d come to visit the temple for work purposes, running into anakin and his mentor obi wan. you’d been discussing something of a professional nature, ignoring the way anakin was eyefucking you as you spoke to his master. as soon as obi wan briefly leaves the room, leaving the two of you behind — you pounce, pouting and pushing yourself up against the flustered blonde.

“miss you ani, need you really bad.” you whimper quietly, being met with wide eyes and red cheeks. you take his strong, pretty hand and bring it to cup the shape of your cunt through your panties beneath your skirt. “m’so wet.” you watch ani take a jagged breath in, letting his fingers feel around for your soaked spot before you’re pulling back again, hearing obi wan returning. he gets so frustrated he has to excuse himself.

but that’s not the last you see of him that day, on your way out of the temple he ambushes you — hurrying you into a dark closet space with spare sparring mats and faulty saber hilts on shelves, lips finding purchase on your neck and his hands grabbing greedily at your ass.

“ani!”

“please— please let me fuck you.” he groans, pushing his hips against yours, hard cock pressing against your tummy. “cant you feel what you’ve done?”

“not here, in a dark closet. i would like it to be more romantic than that.” you speak between sloppy kisses, his hand coming up to gently hold your cheek still.

“well forgive me, but i don’t care too much for romance right now. you’re getting me way too excited.” he grips your waist.

“i care.” you turn your head, looking at him with a serious glint in your eyes when he pulls back. he sighs, rolling his eyes and steps back, nodding.

“very well then.” he frowns. you place your hands on his shoulders and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“ask obi wan for some time off, we’ll fly somewhere — can take our time. it’ll be worth it.” you smile and he exhales out his nose, nodding.

“alright alright. now don’t tease me anymore, it’s not nice.” he’s practically pouting and you giggle. it’s hard for his own smile not to break through too.

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ two lovers entwined, pass me by

"and heaven knows i'm miserable now" —the smiths

content: leo valdez x roman! reader

╰┈▸ back cover: what if leo gets a little too tired of being the seventh wheel, wait- ninth wheel? (and meets a girl who is a d1 hater)

╰┈▸ warnings: leo and yn dont hate hate couples its a joke okay (unless its not a joke anymore pls give them love-) cursing, maybe ooc reyna? NOT canon compliant, a bit of angst but overall its silly

librarian's annotations: this is now my fav work if u guys dont like it then dont tell me pls 😣

leo was tired. sick and tired of everyone's public displays of affection! can they at least have the decency to romance each other in the privacy of their own rooms!? he did not build ten of them for no reason! there was absolutely no way they needed to suck face at the dining table. like, right in front of his food!?

okay, he was being a bit dramatic. the most everyone was willing to do in public was hold hands. and maybe share a kiss. but that was a kiss too much! and wasn't reyna supposed to off doing (cool) praetor shit!? ever since her and jason made up, leo has not been able to catch a break! can they stop eyefucking each other already!? (they are simply staring into one another's eyes)

"guys." leo swept his gaze over the dining table. he was seated at the end, giving him an unwarranted view of everyone paired up. apparently, love is also deaf, since no one turned their head to him.

"guys!" leo raised his voice. would he be heard over the sound of their unspoken conversations? heads finally spun to look at him, as if they just remembered he was there.

"can you guys like, eat? or do this-" he gestured widely. "elsewhere? and by elsewhere i mean not in front of me."

they all managed to give him the exact same look that was a mix of embarrassment at being called out, and something that said "poor leo, he's so single!" oh come on! jason made it even worse by putting a—what was supposed to be—comforting hand on his arm. "it's okay, leo. i'm sure you'll find someone one day."

this was not funny at all. and leo would know; he's the funniest guy ever! he snatched his arm away with an utterly aghast expression. "ew! get your pity off of me!" he shuddered, playing up the theatrics and wiped his forearm over jason, giving him his couple-cooties back.

the blond reeled back, laughing at his best friend's antics. "what was that for!?"

"don't act like you don't know!" he sneered accusingly.

nights were always the worst for leo. they were quiet, and not the calm, peaceful quiet when he would stay out and watch the sun set, the time before his happiness came to an end. it was an empty quiet, devoid of the laughter he caused, his thoughts become louder to fill up the silence.

(it was night when his mother died, when he had burned down the warehouse. when he had killed her. it was night when he awoke to the front door slamming, the sounds of drunken yells and glass splintering were backing instruments in an interlude of impending misery as he waits for the sun to shine once again. it was night when he ran away, with nothing more than his heavy heart and some left over change.)

leo's thoughts ran rampant with the feelings he kept in a glass box. always there, always seen, very fragile yet rarely opened. sometimes he would shake it a little too hard, and it would come crashing down like a bottle of alcohol, spilling insecurities instead of wine.

tonight was one of those times.

he doesn't know what brought it on. well, he lied; it was the sight of everyone at dinner, looking happy and complete without him. but he was used to it. it shouldn't have bothered him this much. but the more he let it stew, the more it hurt. leo loved his friends, sure, but he couldn't help but have a little bit of resentment at how easy it was for them to make up, make out. hell, even piper got a girlfriend, a mortal one at that! between traveling and fighting monsters, he didn't even know that was possible. what about him was so unlovable?

as he tossed and turned to shake off the voices in his head, he knew that this would be another sleepless night.

today was going to be a good day; leo could feel it in his gut. the skies were clear, there were no monsters coming to wake them up, and the engine was running smoothly. he had time to work on his little projects all day today! he hummed a tune as he walked to the engine room, or his work room for today, and spun a wrench in his hand. maybe he had a little skip to his saunter, a pep in his step. something about today was just so-

his gut lied to him. (maybe he was hungry?) the wrench clattered to the ground as he came to an abrupt stop. "oh. my. gods." leo paused between every word to further emphasize his disdain.

the sight was scandalous, completely and irrevocably scandalous. like, i-need-to-wash-my-brain-out scandalous. and leo was so not being dramatic this time.

percy and annabeth flinched away from each other in a half-asleep fumble, trying to act as if they had not just been caressing each other's bodies mere moments ago. (okay, maybe he was being dramatic again) this wasn't even a romantic place to do that! and leo would know, he's such a romantic guy. what was the purpose of his hard work of making bedrooms if they were just going to sneak off and desecrate his beloved engine room!?

"frank catching you two once wasn't enough?" leo huffed and bent down to pick up his dropped tool. "now i have to see the two of you fraternizing in my domain!?"

"that's not even the proper word-" annabeth had tried to hold back, but the urge to correct him was too much.

"i don't care! shoo!"

leo was so done. his perfect day had been ruined first thing in the morning! now it was late, he was tired, and he was finally heading back to his room to get some much needed rest after holing himself up all day working on random knick-knacks. a soft noise caught his attention. it was dim, the lights low since him and annabeth wanted to save electricity. he felt the familiar dread in his stomach. there was absolutely no way this could be happening.

"we shouldn't do this here..." wait, was that reyna?

"i know.. but i'm gonna miss you when you leave." no. no. NO. the direction the two very very familiar voices were coming from was right in front of the hallway to his bedroom. "please?"

leo was torn. he didn't want to walk in on them, but he couldn't spend another night in the engine room! he wanted his comfy bed right now!

he slapped a hand over his eyes and stepped heavily on the wooden floorboards, giving them a much needed warning. he heard the sound of fabric and shuffling, a satisfied smirk gracing his face.

"are you guys decent?" leo asked, still squeezing his eyes shut under his hand.

jason huffed, no doubt red in the face. "it's not like we weren't in the first place."

leo dared to open his eyes, finding that not only was his face red, but there were bruises starting to dapple his neck. ew. he did not want to think about how that came to be. "uh huh. well go and canoodle somewhere not in front of my room, please and thank you."

"canoodle?"

"reyna i told you, i don't wanna go!" you grumbled akin to a toddler, despite your status as the centurion of the first cohort. you took off your armor, dropping it to the ground haphazardly. "i don't need to see you and mister perfect canoodling in front of me!"

the praetor snorted and shook her head. "'canoodling?' you're the second person i've heard use that word this week." she paused, a thoughtful expression passing over her face. "you guys would get along well, i think. anyways, i'm not asking as a friend, i'm ordering you as praetor."

oh that was so unbelievably low! "what!? reynaa!" you stretched out the end of her name in an embarrassingly childish whine. good thing it was just the two of you here, otherwise no one would let you live it down. "i thought they were supposed to be going soon anyway!?"

"you heard me. and no, they're staying for a couple more nights. something about the engine being broken again?" she shrugged, an amused glimmer breaking through her usually serious front. "besides, we have a lot to discuss about the whole gaea thing, and who better to bring than you? you're my right hand woman."

you tried to hide a smile at her words, but sweet-talk always won you over. "ugh, fine. i guess i'll go."

something was up. you knew that from the moment she asked you to "wear something other than purple for once." who even owned anything but purple!? heck, you didn't even know reyna had different clothes outside of uniform! was that even allowed? you'd only ever seen her wear the same shirt as you, and a toga if the event accounted for it.

you sifted through your wardrobe, digging through masses of violet and coming up blank. oh well, guess its uniform time again. not that you minded all that much.

"you are changing." reyna shook her head, giving you a disappointed look only a mother could offer. this wasn't even a big deal! what was so wrong with your shirt? you rather liked purple!

"but why!? what better way to represent rome than this?" you gestured to your clothing. "aren't we talking business? also this is like the only shirt i have."

"because-"

"you just wanna look all pretty for your boyfriend." you cut her off, faking a gag. "doesn't mean i have to look pretty."

her shoulders tensed and you drew back, already anticipating her near-fatal blow.

"reyna? you know i was just kidding- OW!"

"-wait this is so my color actually." you checked yourself in her mirror. who knew reyna had fashion sense? although not much was required for a simple shirt and jeans.

she nodded and got to her feet. "suits you well. consider it my apology."

"huh? apology for what? for hitting me? aww you're so-"

"no. for what's about to happen to you." a solemn expression took over her face. she was well aware of your exaggerated hatred for couples. maybe you were just a bitter single, but she wasn't about to tell you that. she hoped you would soon be taken (not literally) and stop harassing her for her romantic escapades.

that was ominous. should you be scared for your life? "what the hell does that even mean?"

oh. now you knew exactly what it meant. as the two of you boarded the argo ii, she was immediately swept into a bone-crushing hug by jason, as if he couldn't bear to let her go ever again. you almost threw up at the sight. how could your beloved best friend be reduced to a lovesick schoolgirl at the touch of a man!? a man that had forgotten her! (and remembered, and apologized, and confessed his love- okay, you were starting to see her side quite clearly)

you turned your head away entirely, not wanting to see all that. but everywhere you looked, a new couple seemed to pop up. it was like your worst nightmare come to life. percy and annabeth? piper and some girl? frank and hazel? holding hands? since when were they a thing!? sweet hazel and shy frank? they were—admittedly—adorable, but still!

your only respite was leo looking just as exasperated as you. he must have it way worse; he had to live here with all of them. you shuddered. you were glad you weren't in his place right now.

you stood awkwardly to the side as they reunited. do they do this all the time? and everyone's just cool with it? maybe they can relate, with their taken-ness and all. ugh.

leo peeked at you curiously from the corner of his eye. your expression was as clear as day, face scrunched up in disdain as he traced your gaze to the practically infinite amount of couples onboard. he nodded internally, knowing exactly how you were feeling. but hey, he couldn't just let a pretty girl like you stay unhappy on his ship, not if he could help it!

"hey there," leo said smoothly, or as smooth as he could be after he had almost tripped on the crack between the floorboards. "i'm leo."

finally! someone had the decency to entertain you. "i know you! you're the guy that made octavian throw a hissy fit for firing at new rome!" shit, was that a weird thing to say for a first time interaction? too late now.

the brunette cringed at the mention of his possession. "uh, that's not what most people know me by, but yeah..?"

"oh? and what do most people know you by?" consider yourself intrigued.

leo perked up at your question, having been given an amazing opportunity to charm you. "well obviously it's my rugged good looks, and ingenious inventions, and-"

"we're starting dinner now!" jason called out from the dining table, before recieving an elbow to the gut from reyna and a harsh whisper from piper.

you were lost in your thoughts, zoning out as everyone spoke around you. leo's actually kinda... a tiny part of you popped the idea into your head. he was kinda, indeed. gods, i hate couples. a much larger portion of your mind seemed to yell. do you, or do you just hate being single? you asked yourself. huh. well it's probably-

a cough to your left caught your attention. it was leo. when his brown eyes met yours, you couldn't see a trace of that same boy who was described a traitor and a freak for firing at new rome. maybe something really did possess him.

"wanna know how i built this ship?" he asked excitedly. it was clear that the argo ii was his pride and joy.

"yeah!" you grinned, his cheerfulness rubbing off on you. who cares if he fired on new rome anymore? that was so last tuesday.

"so first, i had this cool metal dragon..."

unbeknownst to you, annabeth whispered across the table to reyna. "i think it's working?"

so, the dinner wasn't anything about business. you did learn a ton from leo though! that was business enough wasn't it? still, you couldn't help the pang of guilt that came with not getting anything work-related done. it was practically in your genes as a roman.

"y/n! you should stay the night!" hazel encouraged from the sofa across you. she was met with choruses of yeahs! and you shoulds! by the other girls, including reyna.

"oh!" you laughed awkwardly, trying to think of a way to politely turn them down. as much as you would love to stay and get to know them, you had a job to do. even if that job was getting all the legionnaires in your cohort to bed by curfew. (like seriously, the amount of times you've had to reel in couples you caught sneaking out was crazy. maybe that's where your hatred came from.) "i'd love to, but i have... centurion duties and all that."

"but reyna has praetor duties and she's staying," annabeth argued. her gray eyes shone with an intensity you only saw on the battlefield. what was going on?

that was new information to you. "you're staying?" you questioned your friend, who looked away with a hint of embarrassment.

"jason's leaving soon," she coughed. after being apart for so long, you could hardly blame her for wanting a little more time with him. "but that's besides the point. you should stay."

you crossed your arms, trying to come up with another excuse. "uh, i don't have clothes to change into?" it was a weak attempt, but you hoped it would work.

"i can lend you some," hazel piped up from the side, obviously eager to make you stay.

aw. she was always so nice. but you had a feeling there was an underlying motive you just couldn't figure out.

you tried again. "i don't think there's a spare room for me to sleep in."

"there's an empty one by leo," piper pointed out.

well, that was it. they refuted all your claims and left you no choice but to stay. you heaved a sigh and relented. "fine."

you weren't sure how it happened, but you ended up with leo again. so much for girls night. but you couldn't complain, leo was good company. he never let the silence stew between you guys for too long, always switching between one topic to the next, until somehow, you were both talking shit about your pathetic love lives and the insufferable ones of those around you.

"you wouldn't believe how many times i've caught these people! i swear, they can never keep it in their pants for more than two seconds! it's like, trauma at this point!" you rolled your eyes, absolutely abhorring the new legionnaires in your cohort.

leo laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. he looked over his shoulder, before leaning in as if telling you a secret. "like two days ago, i caught jason and reyna making out! he had hickies all over his neck!"

you gasped at the scandalous behavior of the two most serious people you knew. "what!? no way..."

the curly-haired boy nodded vehemently. "yes way! it was so gross."

eventually, it was time for the both of you to say your goodnights. leo led you to your room, giving you a cheeky wink before he retreated into his own. you shut the door, and threw yourself into bed.

maybe it was the unfamiliar environment, maybe it was the fact that you were way up in the air, or maybe it was leo running circles around your mind. whatever the reason was, you couldn't sleep. or maybe you chose not to, just to have an excuse to see the stars. the time when they were out was the only time you'd allow yourself a break.

you crept out of the room, careful not to make noise as you made your way out onto the deck. the air was crisp, a gentle bite against your skin. it seemed that the god of the sky was on your side tonight, for the clouds were nowhere to be seen, only the full moon of artemis and the familiar stars shone. you made yourself comfy on the floor, leaning back against the railing as you took a deep breath.

it would be another night of no sleep for leo, that much he could tell. he groaned into his pillow. he couldn't tell if it was the new crush already forming on you, or his angst from a few days before. regardless, his nervous energy made him get up and pace the room, fidgeting with a screw he found on the floor. with footsteps light, he traveled the small area, before something told him to get some fresh air. he obliged. it was better than being in his stuffy room.

as he went up the stairs to the upper level, he caught sight of a figure in the distance. leo's curiosity spiked. he walked closer, the image of you coming into view. your eyes locked on his, a soft smile gracing your face at seeing him. "hey."

"hey." leo dipped his head in greeting, and sat down beside you. "mind if i sit here?"

you shook your head and returned your gaze to the starry night sky, a comfortable silence settling between you two, with only the tapping of leo's fingers against the floor filling the air. it was different, being alone with him. he seemed different. he was quieter, more mellow.

"i hate nights." leo blurted out, breaking the peace you two had shared.

"really?" you asked softly. he braced himself with the condescending remark that was sure to come after, but it never came. instead he received a genuine interest from you. "why's that?"

the boy felt his heart beat a little faster. was he really going to tell you, a girl he barely knew, his whole life story? perhaps it was the late hour that made him want to spill everything out. or the feeling that stirred whenever he looked at you, like magnets attracting. and so he did.

and you listened without any interruption, never followed up with that remark he was waiting for, never gave him the pity he hated. instead, you followed up with your own story.

"i love nights. for me, it's the only time i really feel free. when everyone else is asleep, and it's just you and the stars. away from all the rules." you looked up. they seemed so close from here, way up in the floating ship. they twinkled like glitter, flashing heys and hellos and nice to see you agains. it was beautiful.

leo admired you the way you did the stars. they reflected off your eyes and made your irises shine, the same way fire casted a diffused glow on everything around it. maybe nights weren't so bad after all, if every one of them would be spent with you.

and when you leaned against him to rest your head on his shoulder, whispering secrets into his ear? oh, caligula would have blushed. (leo knows he sure did)

"operation get leo a girlfriend, complete!"

"i thought we were calling it operation get y/n a boyfriend?"

"whatever. operation leoy/n is a success!"

"...you know we can hear you guys, right?"

[444rockstargf]

hii again😈

soooo i had another charlie ask (sorry, I’ve been a bit obsessed recently…)! i was wondering if you could write a popular reader x charlie story where they are hooking up in secret (like in a janitors closet in the school or something because she doesn’t want anyone to know💀). make it as smutty or fluffy as you want! THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!!

xoxo

thank you for the request!!

"the sweetest girl in town." | charlie walker

meet me in the pale moonlight. - lana del rey

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popular!female!reader x geeky!charlie

word count: 1.4k

contents: blowjob, public sex, charlie domming for a little bit

as students bustled through the halls to get to their next classes, you elegantly made your way to the lonely little door in the middle of the wall. you grabbed the handle, ring-decorated fingers opening the door. you walked into the tight room, stepping over a mildewy mop as you shut the door behind you.

your eyes met the infatuated gaze of the geek shyly standing in the corner, a smile spreading across his face. “i… i thought you weren’t coming…” you smiled, walking up to him and making him back into the wall as nervousness coursed through his veins. “oh please. you think i’d miss the opportunity to see my favourite guy in the world?” you patted his cheek and he leaned into your touch, blushing profusely.

you knew you had a pattern of overstepping when it came to him, but charlie walker was a sucker for affection, so you decided to give the poor boy what he wanted. you reeled back a little, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “sorry i couldn’t catch you before first period. i just couldn’t get away from my friends.” you exaggerated the word ‘friends’ a little, like it couldn’t be further from the truth.

his smile widened even more. “don’t worry about it.” he hesitated as he spoke again. “you looked real good this morning… almost wanted to scoop you up and have you all to myself…” you felt your gaze get slightly icy as he mentioned interacting with you outside closed doors where everyone would surely flip at seeing such an odd couple together. but you shook off the breeze, smiling at him. 

he reached into his bag, pulling out a brown paper bag with a heart-shaped sticky note. “i brought you some cookies to celebrate one month of us… you know.” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. only charlie would celebrate something as mundane as one month of hooking up in secret. but you took the bag, flattered by the gesture. “you’re the sweetest guy ever, y’know that?”

he was grinning like an idiot as you bent over to put the goodies in your bag. as you got back up, you caught a glimpse of charlie eyefucking you from your peripherals. at last, the chatter in the hallways came to a complete stop. you approached him again, close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. “we’d better get started if you plan on making it to your next class.” he was already dazed by your ethereal beauty, but he nodded. “y-yeah, of course.”

luckily for you, he was already bricked. he had been ever since you had walked in, his boner sticking out like a sore thumb. you grinned smugly, bringing your hands to the zipper of your sweater and pulling it down at a teasingly slow pace. then you let it fall to the ground, charlie’s pupils dilating as you put your tits on display for him.

you pinned him to the wall, grabbing the back of his head and locking him in a wet, sloppy kiss. he fed his jagged gasps into your mouth, frantically moving his hands to unbuckle his belt. as it clanged to the floor, his erect cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box. it slapped you on the stomach and you jumped, giggling. “well, it looks like someone’s missed me.” you wrapped your pretty hand around his girth, using the flat part of your thumbs to massage his throbbing tip. he hissed, tossing his head back as a shiver ran down his spine. you went down on your knees, looking up at him with those eyes that made him run wild. you loved how much power you had over him. he’d run into a burning building just to get you your favourite mascara. he would even kill for you if you asked him to.

you played around with his cock, taking in the 7-inches of flesh that was currently begging to feel your insides. charlie’s heart raced in his chest as he watched you have fun with his manhood. he wanted this moment to last forever but also wanted to skip to the good part. but he knew to just let you be at a time like this.

finally, you brought your lips to his tip, peppering tiny kisses all over it. he squirmed, fists clenching at his sides as sweat began to bead at the back of his neck. you kissed him all the way down and came back up again, time feeling like an eternity for him until he finally snapped. “oh, for fuck’s sake.” he grabbed the back of your head, forcing your jaw open and shoving his cock into your throat all at once.

you gagged, tears immediately filling your eyes as he hit deep into your throat, your tongue pressed against his underside. he wrapped a handful of your hair around his fist, losing himself in the feeling of extreme pleasure as he began to fuck your face. he wasn’t being gentle or careful with you. he was surrendering to his desires, letting them possess him and take over.

he leaned back against the wall, his hips backing into your gaping mouth as he ran a hand through his hair. his knees buckled from the feeling of your uvula fluttering against his tip, his balls creating a sticky mess on your chin as he pulled your head up and down his shaft. 

he bit his lip hard, drawing a thin line of blood as his chest heaved. he had never been consumed by such a primal feeling before. it felt like pure ecstasy and he never wanted to stop. his eyes were glued to you, watching as your tits bounced from the rapid movement of your head. he wanted to paint all over your plump breasts, turning them into his own pieces of art that would forever be treasured in the chamber of his mind.

you were too stunned to even react. charlie had never been the type to take charge. you’d learned to enjoy making him squirm until he turned blue in the face. you’d gotten so used to the “yes, ma’am” and “whatever you want” that you’d forgotten that he was actually a man. as much as you wanted to fight and protest and perhaps bite off his dick to teach him a lesson, you let him have his fun, tears flowing cheeks as your throat began to bruise.

you began to fondle his balls in your shaky grip, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. charlie rolled his hips into your mouth, lips parted as desperate moans slipped from them. “o-oh… oh god…” his cock throbbed and twitched in your esophagus, signalling an orgasm that was nearing rapidly.

a devious idea popped into your mind. you pressed your tongue against him, pushing his cock to the roof of your mouth and swallowing to create a strong suction. a technique that you knew would come in handy one day. charlie whimpered out loud, nails digging into the back of your head as he eagerly whipped his cock out of your mouth and gave himself a few quick strokes, ejaculating all over your chest.

you gasped as the white-hot liquid hit your chest, a coughing fit hitting you as you finally took in a breath of air again. it was like all his deepest fantasies coming true. you were a piece of art, his muse. his cum highlighted your body in ways that he thought could only be true in his wildest dreams.

his cock leaked with a few more drops of cum as you got back to your feet, wiping the drool from your lips as you glared at him. “nice going, you fucking prick.” you muttered, making his heart shatter. he scratched the back of his head. “s-sorry… got a little carried away there, didn’t i?” you laugh a little, picking up your sweater and pulling it on. “you think?” there was cum dripping down your torso, but it could be worse.

you pulled out your mirror from your pocket, looking at the dark tear streaks that ran down your face. “you completely messed up my makeup.” he helped you pick up your bag. “how about i take you out later? i heard they just restoked your favourite brand.” you couldn’t help but melt at his kindness. you nodded, the taste of his cum still polluting your mouth.

with a sigh, you pulled the cookie he gave you out of your bag, taking a large bite and nodding with approval as the bell shrilled, your cue to leave. you turned to the door, shooting him one last glance. “see you around, loser.” you walked out of the closet, hoping that no one would notice the cum on your shirt and the stupid smile on your face.

author's note: i want cookies :((

[lunatiqez]

“DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS” — Simon Riley

PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

GENRE: Romance

SUMMARY: Soap decides that a night out would be beneficial to his two best friends, Ghost and Y/N; however, Ghost has something he’s been hiding from Y/N

WARNINGS: Alcohol, drinking, flirting under the influence (??), mutual pining, sappy little babygirl ghost

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: Tysm to @lu-vin-it for proofreading my fic even though u don’t have a clue ab COD!! PART TWO

YOU’D NEVER KNOWN SIMON “GHOST”Riley very well. He was just another guy in the 141, and at most, one of Soap’s buddies. In all honesty, you were terrified of the man.

His big figure, his deep voice, his dark mannerisms— hell, the way he didn’t show his face to anyone even freaked you out. Despite this, you would often catch yourself admiring him from afar. Sneakily watching him in the training room, catching glances at him in the base late at night. Occasionally, he’d catch you, making you internally panic.

The strange thing is, he’d continue staring. It was as if he was a predator stalking his prey. He wouldn’t look away until something else caught his attention.

“I dunno, Soap. It’s just— ugh! I don’t know!” You groaned in frustration.

“Yeah, I hear ya.” He says, leaning against your room’s doorframe.

You sat up from your bed and looked him in the face.

“He’s- there’s somethin’ about him. He’s terrifying but weirdly charming.”

“Ah well, y’know. He’s not my type personally—“

“Shut the fuck up Johnny.” You snorted, to which he shrugged.

“I’ve seen him eyefucking you quite a bit, Chaos.”

“I told you to quit callin me th— wait what?” He snickered.

“Yeah, you heard me. And I know you see it too, every time you see him staring at you’s you go crazy.”

“Tell me you’re lying.” You said in awe.

“Have I ever been one to deceive?”

“No.” You huffed, embarrassed.

“Yeah, well, if ya need me to talk to the guy, let me know. I’m sure I can get you two set up.” He starts heading back to his room, only looking back to wink at you.

You stayed up all night, wondering if you were really that obvious.

‘This is stupid,’ you thought to yourself. Why were you staying up thinking about a boy like you were a middle schooler? Frankly, no one could waterboard this information out of you. You could feel the tips of your ears warming. You tossed and turned, the bed creaking with every shift in movement.

The next morning, you walked into the mess hall to be greeted by Ghost and Soap. The burly man, once again, catching eye contact with you. You looked away swiftly, a string of profanities escaping your mouth under your breath.

“Soap,” you greeted.

“Mornin’ Chaos. Sleep well?”

“Quit calling me that,” you grunted. You stepped between him and Ghost to start the coffee maker.

“Morning Ghost.” You said, praying to the lords that your nervousness couldn’t be heard in your voice.

He nodded in response. You smiled slightly at him, not bothering to see if he would smile back.

“Laswell wants us to all go on a run together.” Soap leaned against the counter. Both you and Ghost look at him, puzzled.

“I’m just as confused as the two of you’s.” He chuckles. You glared at him, knowing that Laswell did not put the three of you up for a “run.”

“Apparently, we’re just s’posed to scout around, look for anything that seems..uh..fishy.” Johnny elaborated.

“Alright. When?” Ghost asked gruffly. You startled a bit, it was as if you hadn't heard his voice in ages.

“Tonight.” You sighed. You were really hoping to get a night to focus on yourself.

“It won’t be that bad, Chaos. Just a little trip, ya know? You’ll be just fine.” He said in an attempt to console you.

“A drive around? That’s it, right?” Ghost asked, completely ignoring your presence. How could he go from staring into your soul to not even acknowledging your existence?

“Sounds like it.” Soap responded to him.

“I’ll be there.” Ghost said—as if he hadn’t been “there” for every mission ever. You gave him a quick glance, only to see him looking right back at you.

Finally, you stepped out from the middle of them.

“Where ya goin’?” Soap called to you.

“Gonna go enjoy my alone time while I still have it!” You said snarkily. You could hear him chuckle to Ghost as you walked off.

When you got to your room, you shut the door swiftly and sat on the bed. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ is what you thought to yourself. How could Soap do this to you? It wasn’t like Ghost actually took any interest in you— couldn’t Soap see that? He looked like he absolutely hated your guts.

A couple of hours later,, you got ready to go.

“We’ll be taking the Jeep. It’ll just be through Los Vaqueros. Nothin’ too dangerous,” Soap explained. “Oh yeah- I’ll be driving.”

You sighed. He knew you didn’t like when he drove— he was reckless.

“Okay, well I’m taking the passenger. That means Ghost’ll have to sit in the back.” You sighed.

“Alright. Let's go.” Ghost said as he was leaving the base.

The sun was setting, so you knew the three of you would be going around looking for shit that didn’t exist. Soaps smart enough to scout during the day.

“We’re gonna be meetin’ up with Alejandro Vargas.” You sighed to yourself.

“Oh come on. He’s not that bad’o company, is he?”

“Never said that,” you retorted.

“Stop your bickerin’ and let’s get a move on, yeah? Quicker we get it done the quicker we can come back.” Ghost groaned.

With that, the three of you hopped into the Jeep, Soap getting into the driver’s side, you in the passenger’s side, and Ghost in the back. You made little to no effort to make small talk, seeing as Alejandro would be the one to take that job as soon as he got into the vehicle.

After driving for a while, Soap slowed down to a brightly lit building. You could hear faint voices along with cheerful music. You looked at the man skeptically, and he responded to your expression with a warm smile.

You then turned to Ghost, who was making the same expression towards Soap—except he looked more annoyed than suspicious. The two of you looked at each other, and you swore his eyes softened at your sight. It must’ve been your eyes tricking you, right? There’s no way someone like Ghost could look at someone like you the way he just did.

“Y/N?” Soap asked you, wrecking your train of thought.

“Yeah?” You snapped back into reality.

“C’mon mate.” He motioned you to get out of the car, as he and Ghost were already out.

“Yeah, sorry.” You responded. You hurried out of the vehicle and went to stand by him.

“Uh..what is this?” You asked him.

“What’s it look like? A party.”

“A party?” You turned to him.

“Yeah! Figured my best buds could use some time to unwind— just for the night, at least.” He grinned.

“This is stupid.” Ghost grumbled under his breath.

“Ah, you two’ll love it. Now let’s go! Can’t keep Alejandro waitin’ now, can we?”

“But I thought he was supposed to be showing us around?” You asked.

“Ah ah,” Johnny said. “I said we’d be meetin’ up with him.” He then rushed the two of you into the building.

When the door opened, you saw all sorts of people. They were all laughing and having fun— you tried to hide your relieved smile. Alejandro noticed you as you walked in, and he dashed over to the three of you.

“Hey, amigos! Glad you could make it,” he greeted Soap with a handshake, doing the same with Ghost.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Soap said.

Alejandro chuckled. “So I take it these two didn’t know what they were getting into, yeah? Based on this one’s face” he gestured towards you.

“I don’t make it that obvious, do I?” You gave him a friendly smile.

“Yeah, well, I would’ve said the same for Ghost over here if he didn’t have that mask on— como siempre.”

“Gotta stay anonymous.” Soap joked, and you could see Ghost roll his eyes in annoyance from the corner of your eye.

“We have drinks,” Alejandro remarked. “I can tell you three have been dying to get loose, yeah?”

“Definitely.” You said, relaxing a bit.

“Alright then, Rudy will show you guys what we have.”

Soap walked over to Rudy and tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn around.

“MacTavish!” He said, sounding a little tipsy. “And Ghost too!”

“How ya been, Rudy?” The Scottish man laughed.

“Never been better! Are you guys gonna get something to drink?”

He begins to make small talk with Rudy. Ghost slips past between the two of you and grabs a red solo cup, filling it with tequila. He then walks past you again and rounds a corner. You too grab a cup, except you only fill half of the cup.

You follow the direction Ghost went, finding him in the only dark part of the building. His back was leaned up against the wall and his mask was flipped up, revealing the tip of his nose and his scruffy chin. You debate going up to him, not wanting to step into his comfort zone by seeing this tip of his face. Finally, you decide to anyway.

“Ghost,” You greet him. He looks over at you and swiftly pulls his mask down. “Oh..sorry. I didn’t even notice your mask was—“

“It’s fine.” He cuts you off. You nod in understanding.

“What’d you think about this?” You ask him, leaning up against the wall in front of him.

“I dunno.” He says quietly.

“Mm,” you hum in agreement. Slowly, you see his hand moving up to bring his mask up again. He sips his drink. You sat in silence for a while.

“Didn’t take you for a drinker.” He comments quietly.

“Usually I don’t, but I think I need this.” You explained. He snorts at your reply.

“Speaking of which,” you started. He looks up at you curiously. “That’s a lot of alcohol. You sure you’ll be able to stomach that?”

“Please. I’m not a pussy. I can drink tequila as much as I want.” He scoffed.

“Damn, okay.” You said, surprised he answered you like that.

You drank in more semi-awkward, semi-comfortable silence. Suddenly, he got up off the wall and started walking away.

“Hey, where ya going?” You asked. You contemplated going after him, but you began to get dizzy.

“Getting another drink. I’ll be back.” He said, stumbling away. You huffed.

He came back not long after with another cup full of alcohol. Instead of standing across from you, he stood beside you. You could feel his body warmth from how close he was standing. He took a drink. Then another, then another. You finished your first cup and decided that you definitely didn’t want another. You already felt like shit.

He looked at you, holding eye contact directly— but he didn’t speak. You weren’t sure what to do.

He looked like he was about to lose his balance, so you grabbed his arm, making him slightly flinch.

“We should sit down, you look like you’re gonna be sick.”

“‘M fiine.” He said, slurring his words slightly. You sat him down on the cold tile floor, and surprisingly, he didn’t hesitate. You sat together quietly, drowning out the laughter and conversations happening in the background. Ghost held eye contact with you once more, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.”

“What’s so funny, huh?” He questioned.

“Nothing, it’s just— I told you that you wouldn’t be able to stomach all that tequila. Hell, I could barely drink mine.” He stared into your eyes, looking as if he was lost in them.

“Ghost?” You tried to get his attention.

“Hav—“ he belched. “Have I ever told you howw.. pretty your eyes…are?”

“Come again?” You asked, flustered.

“Your eyes. They look nice.”

“Ghost, you’re drunk.” You laughed nervously. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely batshit crazy.

“Nononono-.” He stopped you. “I’ve always thhought that.” He said quietly. You sat in silence, not knowing how to react, but you were hoping he couldn’t tell you were dying on the inside.

“I..” you started, but then stopped yourself. Ghost looked at you with puppy dog eyes through his mask. Even if he was drunk, you could tell he meant every word. He leaned into you, and you could feel his hot breath against your face. His breath smelled of alcohol and mint, stinging your nose in the best way possible.

Then, he kissed you.

“Ghost…” you sighed.

“Simon.” He said— almost demanded.

“Simon. You’re really drunk right now. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Please, Y/N.” He pleaded. You were in utter shock. This was not the Simon Riley you knew. The Simon Riley you knew was cold, closed off, quiet. This one was… a breath of fresh air, in all honesty. He was soft, affectionate, loving.

He leaned in once more, giving you a gentle kiss. You were far too scared to reciprocate it. Too worried that he didn’t mean any of this.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.” He sighs. Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn up.

“I…” you huffed nervously. “I think I like you too, Simon. But I think we need to talk about this when you’re not drunk.”

You can see his soft lips morph into a frown. He thinks you don’t believe him, but quite frankly, it’s hard to do that when you’ve only ever seen the reserved version of him.

“Let’s go back to the base, okay? You can get some rest and we’ll talk in the morning.” You smile softly at him. He nods, his lips slightly parted. You scoot over to him and pull his mask back over his face. Then you sit up and pull him up with all your might.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to find Soap.” He nods again.

You round the corner back into the bright room, and see Soap immediately. He’s cheering loudly, surrounded by the partygoers and obviously extremely drunk. You yell his name and he jogs over to you.

“We need to go back, we’ve been here for too long.”

“Oh come on, mate. Already?” He complains.

“Johnny, don’t make this any harder, please.” He looks away, and then back at you, as if he’s thinking about what to do.

“Don’t even think of saying no. You’re too drunk to drive alone and so is Ghost. Let’s go.” You said forcefully. He groaned and went back to tell the others it was time for him to go.

You loaded the boys into the car and sat in the driver’s seat. This time, Ghost was in the passenger side and Soap was in the back. The whole ride back you could see him gazing at you in your peripheral vision.

When you got back, you led them to their rooms. Soap was first, and then Ghost.

When you brought Ghost to his room, he took his gear off and laid on the bed immediately. You were about to leave when you heard him whisper your name. You turned back to him.

“Don’t go.” He said, almost inaudibly.

“Gh— Simon, I can’t stay here all night.”

“Please..just lay with me.” He begged.

You thought for a moment, and then walked over to him. You sat on the edge of his bed and looked at him. The room was lit by the moonlight. He sighed contentedly, and then reached his hand out. You slid closer to him, when suddenly he grabbed your hand and pulled you on top of him.

“Simon-“ you yelped quietly. He hushed you and rubbed your back, you could feel him relax against your touch, so you relaxed against his too. Soon enough you felt his rhythmic breath entering and exiting his calmed body. He was asleep.

You sat up, careful not to disturb him. You stood over him for a second, thinking to yourself. Then, you leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodnight Simon. I love you.” you sighed, giving him one more kiss.

You really hoped he meant what he said tonight.

[brighttears]

hi! back again with another request, i hope that’s ok! if not then totally ignore this. For the request: could we get a jealous reader? Im always seeing Fics where Joel is jealous and would like to see that changed up! Maybe she sees Joel hanging around another woman more his age and she gets insecure, idk it’s totally up to you how it happens. if you do take this request then thank you so much, if it’s not something you’re interested in writing then that’s ok too and thank you for your fics!! <3

Joel Miller x reader

No physical description except for having hair, leaning fem but no pronouns or explicit mentions, no use of y/n 

Warnings: age-gap, mentions of sex, drinking, Angst (happy ending), pet names (honey), you have a big fight :,(

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: omg love this idea. Thank you for the request you’re so sweet and I’m happy to do them !! helps so much with writer's block plus I get to do cool stuff like this lol. This was challenging so I hope it doesn't disappoint :P

P.s. if any of yall’s name is Emily i apologize just replace it with the name of someone you hate lol

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Even from all the way across the bar, you’re burning up, watching the way the woman in front of Joel twirls her hair and flashes her teeth when she laughs over enthusiastically at his jokes. Thankfully his back is to you so you can’t be tortured by whatever his expression—or wherever he’s looking—may be. 

Ever since you got to Jackson women have been crowding Joel like he’s the only man on the commune and it’s been driving you up the wall. You want to go over and give Joel a big wet kiss and tell her to fuck off, but you and him have never had a discussion about ‘us’, so you have no real right to claim him. Still, it burns, and that woman, Emily, as you’ve come to learn her name, as Joel’s number one fan, has such a punchable face. A matching burn of the whisky from your glass is welcomed down to your stomach.

When she leans forward, showing off the goods, you can’t stand it anymore, down the dregs of your drink and storm out of the Tipsy Bison. The icy breeze cools you down some but you’re in no way calm once you’re back at the house. Stomping up to your room—you and Joel’s room, you strip your jacket and immediately grab your gun to deep clean. Icey pain drips from your heart down into the crater of lava in your chest and it hisses in your ears.

Sitting at the head of the bed, you’re almost done with the fourth cleaning when Joel’s recognizable stomps sound with the creaking and slam of the front door. You continue to clean, not looking up when he comes in. 

“Hey,” he says breathily, innocently. 

“Hm. I’m surprised you even came home.” you reply, still not looking up. Still aflame, you keep a mostly even tone but Joel easily catches the pointy edges. 

He pauses, then finishes kicking off his boots to straighten up and turn to you, “An’ why’s that?”

“I mean I thought I wouldn't see you until tomorrow morning on your walk of shame from Emily’s house.” you keep your focus on the final wipe down of your gun.

“What?” 

“What? Can’t blame me, I saw her eyefucking you. Basically shaking her tits in your face, too. Didn’t stay long though, it was actually kind of fucking gross.” 

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?”

“Oh, don’t act stupid.” you finally meet his gaze, “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Go fuck whoever you want. I guess it’s none of my business. Would have been nice to know that that was the deal here before we started sharing an actual bed, though.” you go back to overpolishing the metal, trying to act nonchalant, but your chest is full of mud. 

“What makes you think I’m goin’ around fuckin’ other women?” 

“Well, now that you’ve got the pick of the litter, why settle for me?” you finally place your gun down loudly on the nightstand. 

Joel raises his voice in sternness, “What the fuck r’you talkin’ about?”  

You take a deep breath through your nose, refusing to let your anger go, but the icey, tight pain is tearing at your heart and you can’t stop it from piercing through your voice when you say, “I just—I just thought it was me, I thought it was me you wanted.”

“What—’course you’re—where’s all this comin’ from?” 

You stand to face him and scoff, “Please, you think I don’t see the way the women here have been looking at you? They drool all over you, and you just let them, you throw ‘em a smile.” you voice is teeming with attitude, “Never saying a word to me about it. What is it, are you ashamed of me? I have to be your little secret? I’m just some young—some young…” you stop yourself before you finish a sentence you know you’ll regret, no matter how much you want to stick him with it, but it’s too late.

Joel steps one foot towards you and shoves his finger out, glowering, “Good call not finishin’ that sentence.” he growls, “I don’t know who the fuck you’re talkin’ to though cause it sure as hell ain’t me.”

You pick your fire right back up, “I thought maybe I’d be good enough but there's things I don’t have, huh? Need a woman more your speed? Well, you’re free to let Emily fuck you better, just please don’t bring her back here, okay?” you end it with your voice drenched in sarcasm.

It’s Joel’s turn to scoff now, “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? I don’t give a shit about Emily! I’m not fuckin’ her! Wh—” Joel narrows his eyes, “You tryin’ to say I’m a cheater? Is that it? That's what you think a me?” 

“N–no,” you stutter, suddenly realizing that that is what you’re accusing him of. 

Near shouting, he continues, “You don’t trust me. That's what this is about.” 

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” you move towards him but he steps back.

“How the hell else am I supposed’t take that?”

“I’m just scared.” the confession jumps out of you.

“Scared of what?” he shouts.

“Of you leaving me!” your voice breaks and you choke back the onset of a sob, but Joel loses no venom.

“You’re scared of me leaving? After all this time—after everything, you think I’m—I’d—I don’t want to leave you! Talkin’ to Emily, I was just tryin’ t’be fuckin’ polite, be,” he takes another step towards you, “social, that’s all! You think I can’t talk to women without tryna get in their pants? Is that really the kinda man you think I am? Should I stop talkin’ to Maria, too? Cause I’m such a piece a shit cheater I’m probably tryna get at her, too, huh? My own brother's wife? That’s what you think a me?” 

“No,” you nearly scream, hitting your hands to your head to grab at your hair, “that’s not what I mean, that’s not what I’m trying to say!”

“Then what are you trying to say?” He yells back.

Your chest is starting to heave, beginning to be overwhelmed with emotion, but you try to keep it under control, not wanting to break down in the middle of an argument. “I just hate seeing it! I hate seeing the women here fucking crawling all over you like cats in heat and you just fucking take it, like you want it, you want them, not me, now that I’m not the only option, you’ve got all these pretty women just waiting for you to knock on their fucking door, and I was just—just—”

“What, just some young pussy?” Joel snarls.

“No one that mattered! No one special! And all of it was empty, all the words, the sex, the time we shared, I was just a placeholder for a proper woman, cause I’m not good enough, was never good enough for you…” your voice shatters as the whirling in your head and heart overcomes you and you step back until the back of your knees hit the bed, then flump down and put your head in your hands, trying not to sob.

Instinctually, Joel comes to kneel before you, his anger beginning to melt away when his attention shifts to you in pain. He takes your wrists to uncover your face, saying nothing, only focusing your eyes and his, now gentle, as you continue to try to control your jumping breaths. After a few moments of you unsuccessfully calming yourself, Joel moves his hand to stroke your cheek, over the side of your face, into your hair. When your breathing has calmed some, he looks over your face and wipes away the few escaped tears. “I hate it when you cry but you look so pretty when you do.” he tells you, soft and quiet, pulling a small laugh out of you. Once your inhales and exhales are at an even pace, he speaks up again, with a soothing tone, “Okay. Now I’ve calmed down, n’ you’ve calmed down.” he takes a deep breath and you do with him, like you’ve learned to, before he continues, “I know all a that was just outta anger. N’ we’re just not at an understandin’ here… Honey I’m in love with you.” 

His words make you take a deep, post-cry shuddering breath. Remembering you have to say something back, you whisper, “I’m in love with you, too.”

After a few silent but full moments with Joel stealing glances at your lips, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod your head as you’re already leaning in as a response. Your lips essentially smash together, want igniting in both of you. You lean forward until he’s on the floor and you’re sitting on top of him, both hands holding his face while one of his clutches your hip and the other slides over your jaw and into your hair. Then Joel pushes you up and onto the bed, nosing into your neck from above you, sticking wet kisses all up and down it while your hands tangle in his hair. He slows and drags kisses back up to your mouth. Sounding drunk, Joel finds time between your mouths to say “Don’ want no one else.”

Between kisses you continue to converse, “So can I punch Emily in the face?”

“Mmm, I don't think Maria would like that very much. Why don’tcha just give me a big sloppy kiss next time she won't leave me th' fuck alone?”

“I can do that. Can we hold hands?”

“Yeah we can do that. Can I squeeze yer ass?”

“Only when someone’s looking. You can do it when they're not either but I would prefer if you did it while you know one of those alley cat’s watchin’.”

“Mhm. Every time. Let em’ all know.”

“You know, you’re gonna have a lot less friends once I scare all of them away.”

“Fuckin’ fine by me. I got everyone I need already.”

[oceansblvds]

can you write a gojo smut drabble???

yessss! here's a little drabble <3

Firm hands gripped ever so tightly on your waist, pressing you further into the confines of the corner of the room, closer into his desk, anywhere that you found yourself steadying. A sigh left your lips, the air around you becoming hot and thick, making every breath harder than the last one, though it only lured you further to him. Your hands were enveloped in his thick hair, gripping his shoulders, back, arms, anything that would keep you close to him. Satoru pressed another unrelentingly harsh kiss to your neck, making his way further down the nape, finding all the parts that made your spine tingle. 

It was not the first time that you had found yourself in this position, in fact, it was starting to become a bit of a habit. What started out as mindless flirting fell into mindless eyefucking, to finally the string between the both of you snapping, resulting in actual fucking. No one seemed to notice the way that the two of you had been inconspicuously absent as of late, how both of you woke up with ‘bruises’ that hadn’t seemed to be there before the night began. Or perhaps everyone was pretending to not notice, because who was going to question Satoru Gojo? The only time you ever got anything was from Geto, who asked who had given you a rather large love bite on your collarbone. It was no one. Don’t worry about it.

“They expect us for our next class, you know,” You muttered to him through gasps, watching as his face came up to meet yours and his lips pressed against your own in a searing kiss. “I think that it’s rather rude to leave everyone waiting.” Satoru laughed through your kissing, though not a free-willed type, a more cruel, conniving laugh. 

He pulled away, making sure to take your bottom lip in between his teeth and watching it snap back into place. “They can wait. I’m not done with you yet. Would you like to continue, or did you have other plans?” Gojo’s eyebrow twitched up, the darkness of the room leaving a shadow over half of his face. A teasing look stayed plastered on his face. You looked up at him, realizing through the kissing that he had maneuvered you on top of the table. You knew that if he was given the green light to continue, he would take you right here on his table, or against the wall, or in his bed, honestly wherever you liked. God, he would take you again and again if you wanted. 

“Well . . .” You started, grinning as you watched him grab your face and press a kiss to your jaw, going down your neck to your exposed chest. “I think that it would be nice to actually attend for once . . .” Satoru’s hands began their descent to your skirt, pulling them up without any resistance from you. He kneeled down, kisses spattering against your inner thighs. Once his tongue finally met with your core, you were a goner. 

“Oh, Fuck, Satoru. Keep going.”

[megumimania]

WHY DONT WE FALL IN LOVE ? - jean kirstein

summary: you and jean are brought together by a shared love of music, is that all there is or is there something more below the surface?

warnings: jean x black!reader, fluff, jean is definitely an alt rock/ grunge enthusiast, jean and reader are down bad for each other but won’t admit it, ayesha and corinne win the award for best wing women, get you a man who truly cares, the format is weird my bad

a/n: this was written for @honeybleed’s 90’s rnb event! congrats naj, you deserve everything and more!!

it was another day at the record store, where you worked part time during the weekend. you loved your job, talking with customers and bonding over your shared love for music and records was one of the main highlights of your day. of course there were some customers who were rude and pretentious but you didn’t let that deter you from providing a good experience for your customers.

the faint sounds of dreams, fairytales and fantasies by asap ferg played in the background as you were organising new stock, humming the lyrics to yourself while doing so. you were so deeply engrossed in your task that you didn't register jean's presence near you. jean was one of your favourite customers, he was a world away from the regular customers that you were so accustomed to dealing with.

when you first met him, you immediately assumed that he'd be annoyingly pretentious, condescending and snarky—a characteristic you were used to seeing on the daily. but one day he came up to the counter while you were working and you absentmindedly had your finger ready to point to the 80’s rock section, not registering the look of confusion on his face.

"what are you pointing to?" he asked, brows furrowing in confusion. you felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment, “i just assumed that you-anyways how can i help you?" you replied with a smile, trying to break the awkward tension.

he looked around sheepishly, the tips of his ears flushing a faint pink. "uhh... honestly i don't know, do you have any recommendations?” he asked, with a level of shyness which you found quite cute.

his naivety to music/good records astonished you, considering he looked like a cross between a heavy nirvana fan and a country music enthusiast. after a long conversation with him, you gave him three albums to listen to, along with your number because you wanted him to tell you if he liked the songs or not.

since then you've developed a friendship with jean despite your two best friends/coworkers, ayesha and corinne saying otherwise. you’ve always denied it but lately, you’ve started to feel some type of way about him. suddenly you’ve began to notice his dimples when he smiles, the faint freckles he has on his face or how his eyes are more of a hazel colour in the sunlight—friends usually notice these things about each other right???

jean cleared his throat, snapping you out of your reverie. “y/n, you good?” he said, giving you a once over to make sure that you were okay. you felt your face heat up and you silently thanked god that he was unable to see you blush. “yeah i’m good.” was all you managed to reply with.

a minute of tense silence passed between you both, either of you waiting on the other to break the silence between you both. “can y’all stop eyefucking each other, you’re making me sick!” corinne yelled from the counter, scaring you both. the tips of jean’s ears turned a light pink from embarrassment.

“you left your bonnet and your scarf at my place the other week.” he said handing them over to you. “i’ve washed them for you, i’d thought you’d like that.” he said, the last part coming out quieter than intended. “we still on for saturday?” he asked, his gaze locked on yours, “yeah of course.” jean smiled before responding, “cool, i’ll see you then.” he walked off, waving you goodbye which you returned.

you tried to avoid ayesha and corinne for the rest of your shift but they cornered you as soon as you left work, dragging you to a nearby cafe. “so you and jean huh?” ayesha teased, taking a sip of her drink. you sighed and rolled your eyes, pretending to look interested in the menu in hopes that ayesha would drop the question.

“guys, i might order—hey!” you protested as corinne snatched the menu from your fingertips. “there’s nothing going on between me and jean.” you finally spat out after a moment of silence. “we’re just friends.” your friends shared a look that said they weren’t buying it. “so why was your bonnet and scarf at his house then?” corinne pressed further, and you genuinely felt like you were being interrogated for a crime you didn’t commit. “i slept over at his place, its not a big deal.” you said nonchalantly, drumming your fingertips on the table.

“we all saw the way you two were staring at each other, and you really want me to believe that you guys are just friends?” ayesha added, corinne nodding in support. “it’s okay to admit that jean thee pony has got you weak in the knees, you know.” you snorted at her nickname for jean. “i hate you guys.” you sighed, staring out the window dramatically. “and we love you too, y/n!” they said in unison, pulling you in for a hug.

“y/n, your white boy is here!” corinne shouted from the hallway. you were nervous, you’d spent an hour getting ready for today and you were still unable to quell the nerves in your stomach. you debated on taking a rain-check but decided against it. you quickly added the finishing touches to your hair and makeup and headed out. corinne gave you her thumbs up of approval as you left.

jean’s plan to act cool completely evaporated once he saw you. you were gorgeous in a way he couldn’t comprehend, he tried to maintain his composure but as always his face betrayed him, unable to hide the blush that spread across his face. “you look gorgeous, y/n.” was all he managed to sputter out. you were surprised that you had him fumbling over himself like this but you found it cute.

“you look great yourself.” you replied, taking him in. from the fresh trim, to his outfit, to the cologne he was wearing, everything about him made you feel giddy inside. “where are you taking me today?” you said, hopping into his car. his gaze lingered on you for a second before he cleared his throat, “its a surprise.” he said, sticking his tongue out at you whilst turning on the ignition.

the last few minutes of the car journey, jean told you keep your eyes closed. you eyed him weirdly, but did it anyway because you trusted him. his hand remained on the small of your back as he guided you to the destination. “are we there yet?” you asked, becoming increasingly impatient, he responded to you after a moment of silence. “open your eyes.” he whispered in a low voice sending chills down your spine.

you opened your eyes and you turned to him in disbelief “how did you—i’ve been trying to book a reservation here for ages, how!” jean placed his jacket on your shoulders, noticing the way you were shivering. “the owner is a family friend of mine, plus he owed me one.” he said coolly, trying to not make it seem like a big deal. “let’s go inside.” he took your hand in his leading you into the restaurant. the interior looked gorgeous with it being fairly modern as beautiful ceiling fixtures hung above you.

you were led to your table which was on a second floor that away from everybody else. jean pulled out your chair for you letting you sit down before he did. you opened the menu scanning it to see what appealed to your tastes. whilst you were busy trying to figure out the menu, jean kept stealing glances at you. he couldn’t help it, even when he was trying to read the menu, his eyes kept drifting back to you.

you grew shy under jean’s gaze and used the menu to cover your face. jean chuckled softly, gently putting down the menu to the side. “why are you hiding your face from me, beautiful?” your face heated up at the pet name. “you make me nervous, i cant help it.” you said feeling quite bashful, he took your hand in his, tracing light figures on your palm. “believe me when i say i’ve been nervous this whole time.” you both laughed at that, it helped to diffuse the awkward tension between you both knowing that you were both nervous as each other.

dinner flowed smoothly after that as you grew comfortable with each other again, the usual banter and jokes resumed and you truly felt at home with jean. apart from the silence that was shared when you were eating, you were talking non stop and even at times when you felt like you were saying too much, he looked at you with so much adoration, wordlessly telling you to keep going. you’ve never felt so relaxed during a date before it was weird not having to condense parts of you to seem likeable when it seemed that jean liked every part of you.

one of the reasons that you wanted to dine at the restaurant for so long was for its infamous beach views. the moon hung lowly in the distance as you and jean walked down the beach, hand in hand as you talked about everything and anything. he suddenly broke out into a sprint heading straight first to the water, you had no choice but to follow him. you shuddered as you walked into the cold waters trying to find him. jean pulled you towards him making you shriek as you felt his cold hands rest on your waist. “why did you do that!” you smacked his shoulder playfully, he laughed in response. “didn’t mean to scare you, beautiful.”

he pulled you even closer, you were now breaths apart which made the moment more intimate. “how can i make it up to you, hm?” he asked softly, his eyes boring into yours as he held you in his arms. “i think i know just the trick.” he smiled softly before he picked you up and pressed his lips against yours gently and for a moment the world disappeared around you leaving you and jean in your own bubble. his lips were surprisingly warm considering how cold his hands were. “you’re forgiven.” you smiled as you pulled away from him, brushing the wet strands of hair away from his face. “good, because i wouldn’t want to be on your hitlist.” he said, laughing as he finally carried you out of the water.

[90ekz]

butter me up ☆ g. satoru 

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 : black reader, lovesick!gojo, choking (m. receiving), name calling (baby, slut), biting, degradation, slight objectification, overstim, kink discovery, switch!gojo, jealousy/claiming, lowercase intentional, nipple play.

an. i hope yall like this cause i feel like it sucks so bad but 😵‍💫😵‍💫 enjoy!

he did it on purpose.

satoru knows how annoyed you get when he wears those tight compression shirts. he knows just how much you hate the way other people ogle at him, but come on.

he’s only wearing them to work out!

“come on, it’s just for the gym. you’re being dramatic.”

you rolled your eyes at his lack of empathy. satoru’s problem is that he doesn’t know just how attractive he is. sure, he’ll fake cocky just to be annoying, but he doesn’t really know.

he’s completely unaware of the way women eye his bulging arms and chest. satoru is a complete beefcake, and he’s bouncing-off-the-walls happy at the chance to show that off.

especially with these dumb fucking shirts. asshole.

“just for the gym. sure.”

“if it’s that serious, then come with me,” your interest might have been ever so slightly peaked at this idea.

“and, well… if you get jealous at any point, i’ll make it up to you. how ‘bout it?”

satoru placed both hands outside of your body, leaning into your personal space with that.. dumb smile on his face. you hoped that he could tell how hot your face was getting.

“whatever.”

you were nervous.

part of you was hoping that you were wrong, just so you didn’t have to sit through an hour and a half of watching your boyfriend get eyefucked by other women.

but another part of you really wanted to see what kind of apology satoru had in mind.

he rubbed circles into your thigh the whole ride there, often times brushing against your clothed slit. you heard him chuckled lowly when you brushed him off.

when you arrived, you kept an eye out. as he started one of his sets, he noticed how hard you were scowling. he paused to stroke your chin delicately.

“‘gonna get wrinkles if you keep that up. ‘s okay baby.”

you couldn’t help but melt into his touch a little bit. it was annoying, he always knew how to sweet talk himself out of any situation.

you didn’t see much of anything to be concerned about, especially since you were focused on your own workout. you were pretty satisfied to say the very least, cause no one needed to be eyeing your man but you.

satoru was looking increasingly more smug as time passed, even full blown grinning by the time you two were leaving, until some girl he apparently knew came up and literally barreled herself into his plush chest.

she chatted with him while occasionally squeezing his biceps as if it was second nature, not even sparing you a glance.

thankfully, satoru spoke up about how you two needed to get going, but the damage had already been done.

the car ride was eerily quiet on both ends, brief words only being exchanged when he pulled into the driveway.

“told you.”

“that had nothing to do with the shirt, though! she’s just touchy!”

you knew satoru was a friendly person, so you couldn’t be too mad at him. but you still had the right to have an attitude. at least for a little bit.

he trailed behind you into your apartment muttering profuse apologizes. you weren’t hearing him. you just slumped into the couch.

“the silent treatment? really? i already said im sorry, ma. what else do you…” before you could react to his words, satoru was smirking and peppering kisses on your neck.

he knew how sensitive your neck was, and you immediately had to choke back your giggles.

“st-stop! what are you doing?!”

“i did say i’d make it up to you, didn’t I,” satoru grinned down at you from his position, and you couldn’t help but feel shy at the clear glint of something suspicious in his eyes.

“mm? how so?”

“you tell me.”

you knew those words. the silent permission for you to take control, to have your way with him. they weren’t spoken often. it made you smile, knowing he was letting you, that he was trying to be better.

you eventually ended up on top, and found yourself reaching under satoru’s shirt to caress his chest. he groaned as soon as your delicate fingers came into contact.

“what would all your lil fans think if they saw you like this? hmm?”

“f-fuck.” you could feel his cock hardening against your back at this point, all from the stimulations to his nipples.

he’d always been sensitive there. satoru violently twitched under your touch as your tongue swirled around his buds.

“cmon.. get these off already.” he tugged at your pants stubbornly, causing a smirk to slip on your lips.

“don’t rush me slut. you said you’d make it up to me, right?”

you couldn’t possibly miss how a shiver violently wracked his body at your degradation. you didn’t know he was into that, guess he was hiding huh?

your pussy ground down onto his cock while you watched for all the little sounds and movements you could draw from him.

satoru whined at each movement against his cock, loudly begging you to just put it in already. “aww, poor baby… you want me to help you?” satoru nodded hastily, not wanting to wait another moment to be inside you.

when you finally pulled your pants and panties from your silky pussy, satoru couldn’t help but smile. you were wet enough for him to slip right inside you, which he did. he cooed at your reaction to the stretch.

“where’d that attitude go? you seem like you want my help more than anything..”

you couldn’t respond, considering how busy you were pulling your hips up and slamming them back down. you couldn’t figure out if that motion was too much for you to continue, but satoru made the choice for you.

his hips pistoned into yours suddenly, successfully knocking all the thoughts from your brain.

“shit—look at you, baby, such a mess f’me.”

“fuck—‘toru, g’nna break me!”

the room was spinning with the force of how hard his cock was splitting you open, leaving you with nothing to hold onto. your hands eventually found satoru’s neck, and you didn’t miss how breathy his voice got.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘perfect baby, ‘s perfect..”

you squeezed a little harder, resulting in those pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, which only pushed you that much closer to the edge of release.

satoru’s cock pushed against that soft, spongy spot inside of you one, two, three times and you were spasming around his cock with no warning.

he breathed in deep once your hands got loose enough, but he didn’t dare stop his thrusts.

“want every one to know ‘m yours baby. only you—shit!”

when your teeth sunk into his shoulder, satoru melted, finally spilling deep inside of you. overstimulation set in your bones as you felt his raw cum fill your womb.

you were so ruined, and satoru wasn’t any better.

“d’you accept my apology?”

“hmm. depends on if you do one more favor for me.”

watching women look at satoru wasn’t as been when they were staring in jealousy at his bite marks, cause they knew who made ‘em.

[junggunz]

Like. Comment. Subscribe! ft. Goo Kim |🔞

summary: Goo decided he wants another stream of income but there's just one thing in the way that's stopping him from earning as much money as he would like.

cw: camboy!goo, reader is also a streamer but is barely in this chapter lol, SMUT, male masturbation, thirsty comments... im starting things off tame for now heh | all characters featured are 18+

wc: 2.3k ayo who let me do that

an: oops my fingie slipped and now we have camboy!goo. this is part ONE of a three (?) part mini series. special thank u @superjobrohoe for letting me thirst about this brain rot hehe

Part 1: Like!

The dual monitor setup in Goo’s home office was originally intended for him to track things like order flow, technical charts of different timeframes and different markets, market sentiment indexes, and whatnot when he traded stocks— the last thing he expected to be doing on his computer was sitting in front of his webcam, reclined in the leather chair in just a gaudy Versace robe and matching briefs as thousands of people ogled him; sending in tips and flooding the live chat with all sorts of nonsense. It’s fun to say the least, being able to sit around having people throw money at him simply because he’s handsome, hoping he’ll show off some goodies. But it definitely wasn’t something Goo imagined doing to make money. 

His crystalline lenses reflect the bright screen as messages constantly ping; innocent things like how was his day to thirstier remarks asking him to show his dick come in sporadically. However, the messages aren’t what he’s interested in. Gaze focused on the little bar at the top of the screen that was a little more than three quarters filled indicating how close he was to meeting his donation goal of the evening. 

“There’s too many comments asking me to get naked but not enough of you sending in tips.” Goo chides with a small sigh, disinterested eyes scanning over the overwhelming amount of thirst and affection clogging  his notifications. “Trying to sweet talk me into fulfilling your fantasies isn’t gonna work. Money is what talks to me.” 

Unlike most streamers who at least tried to act humble and say that donations aren’t necessary, Goo is shameless. Egging his viewers on and telling them that he’ll acknowledge them if they send donations and gifts. His bored expression is cast in the blue light of his screen as he picks out which messages amused him the most, making it a point to only reply to people who had sent in a tip. 

“Am I dating anyone?” He reads off the screen with narrowed eyes. “Obviously not if I’m sitting here alone.” He lets out a bitter scoff before shaking his head slowly. Idly spindling about in his office chair, he continues to read off a few more comments left by donors. The novelty of the outright vulgar language everyone used had died off long ago, but every now and then they manage to make him laugh as he feels the desperation through their words. 

kimjoongoosfleshlight: I WANT YOU SO BAD 😩 M0lly_Muncher69: who has the leaks of Goo’s OnlyFans !? gimyungsperfectass: show us ur pp I sent u ₩500

**dxgxxx has sent the host 150,000 balloons**

Now, his interest is piqued. The sudden large donation causes the corner of Goo’s lips to curl up into a pleased smirk. His goal now met, perhaps it was time to reward his viewers with a little eye candy. Technically, if he wanted to, he could just end the stream now and leave his fans hanging. He hadn’t promised to show anything if his quota was met. Nor does he feel obligated to do so; especially since there were plenty of pictures of his dick to look at on his premium OnlyFans. But there is a part of him who simply wants to expose himself to the hungry viewers. 

Goo’s long fingers dance along the thick waistband of his designer briefs, purposely eyefucking his webcam and knowing exactly what type of reaction it would elicit from his fans. 

superjobrohoe: TAKE EM OFF !!! KIMMIRUUU: What a teasing fucker  xxOnlyY/Nxx: Aw, is Goo shy?

  ** xxOnlyY/Nxx has sent the host 100 balloons**

His eyes light up at the sight of another donation. Not only is it more money in his pockets, it’s money coming from you—one of the most popular streamers on the platform—Sure, the amount of viewers he currently had was good. But Goo was greedy. He knew that if he could get on your good side and become associated with you, his number of subscribers would double and bring in even more cash. 

“If Y/N wants me to take my underwear off, I might.” He announces with a teasing grin, his hand palming the half erect bulge in his briefs. “Send another donation and see what happens.” 

Whether he was getting excited at the prospect of getting more money or because you were now watching him, eagerly waiting for his grand reveal like all his other fans; it doesn’t really matter to him because it has his cock rising right before everyone’s eyes prompting a flurry of new comments to be sent in.

kimjoongoosfleshlight: #FREEGOOSDICKFROMHISUNDERWEAR jonggunschewtoy: if i send u my rent money can i stay at ur place when i get evicted or what gimyungsperfectass: ur pp is trying to come out and say hi take it out already. SEONGEUNSPANTIES: dude you have like 500,000 balloons already. SHOW SOME DICK.  antisimpsimpclub: ayo ayo everyone go to Y/N’s channel for a bit. Goo gets desperate when his viewers drop.

  ** xxOnlyY/Nxx has sent the host 10,000 balloons**

xxOnlyY/Nxx: You have to keep your audience happy if you want them to stay ♥️

The downside of written communication is not being able to tell what type of tone is being used. Even with the little heart you tack to the end of your comment, Goo can’t tell if you’re trying to give him genuine, friendly advice or if you’re dangling the idea of stealing his fanbase away from him right in front of his face. No matter what the intent is, he needs to make a favorable impression on you since this was the first time you had popped in to watch one of his streams. 

All it takes is a bit of imagination, his mind conjuring snippets of visual imagery that excites his senses enough for his cock to respond; growing to full hardness before he finally tugs down the waistband of his underwear. Free from its confines, his length springs out of his briefs. The tip is angry, swollen and red. Pulsing with need with precum beading at the tip. It rests against his lower stomach as he refrains from touching it. Leaning back in his seat, posed seductively like he was the muse of a Renaissance artist, he makes sure that his beguiling nature can be felt even through a screen. 

One thing about Goo was that if he was going to do anything, he would go about it with a confident, almost audacious attitude. This prurient livestream was no exception. Especially when he knows that his cock looks like it was meant for porn. He didn’t need his fans to tell him that, but seeing just how many comments fly in to reaffirm that notion never fails to make his chest swell with pride. His poor little fans would never know that he wasn’t just a pretty sight to lech over; he was fairly talented. A skilled swordsman in multiple ways one might say. 

Though having his manhood being gawked at and praised by all of his viewers had the ability to keep his blood flowing, he had a long day— and what better way to finish off the evening than to indulge in some self care?

“Mmkay…I think I’ve let you all get enough eye candy for the night.” Goo announces, sitting up properly and scooting his desk chair closer to his desk so he could get a better look at his screen. 

LadyGooGoo: WHAT? You’re not even gonna play with it just a little? We’ve been waiting so long to see your cock KIMMIRUUU: are you new here or something? all of the good stuff is on OnlyFans gimyungsperfectass: i’m gonna have some sweet dreams tonight hehe

Eyes flitting over the total donations and viewers for the night, he lets out a pleased hum upon seeing the exact numbers. It’s no surprise to him that this had been his best stream so far— it was the first one where he gave the audience a preview of what he’s been concealing behind a paywall and the fabric of his underwear. All of the comments begging for him to touch himself even just for a little bit before he ends the stream don’t phase him in the least bit. However, there’s one comment that manages to ensnare his attention and douse his body in a rush of heat. 

xxOnlyY/Nxx: Nice dick. I wonder if it looks that good in person. 

Quickly bidding all his viewers goodbye and reminding them of the days he posted content and streamed, he scrolls around with his mouse in search of the button to end his stream. Webcam finally off, he slumps into his chair and glances down between his legs; seeing the blush colored tip of his cock practically weeping. Never had he been so enthralled by a compliment like that on his streams. However, it’s not every day that he gets praise from the very person he’s been trying to usurp on the platform. It sparks a new kind of hunger within him.

 Goo isn’t even fully conscious of how he shimmies out of his underwear until they rest on the middle of his thighs, his length now breathing freely. Spitting into the palm of his hand, his fist wraps around the base of his shaft and causes a low hiss to fall from him at the long awaited contact. Smearing the precum all over to increase lubrication, he starts languidly stroking himself. The idea shouldn’t be so titillating, but the veins in his cock throb every time he thinks about stealing your spot as the most viewed streamer. Every passing thought he has of seeing his profile be the one that shows up on the homepage ignites his desires, hand easily gliding along his leaking cock. 

Brows furrowed. A faint crimson flush spread that starts at the apples of his cheeks, the gradient spreading down the expanse of his throat. His head tilts back as he huffs out breathy moans as his pace builds. All of the viewers that longed to see him in this state had immaculate taste; Goo was truly gorgeous when he was consumed by the flames of lust.

For a moment, the mental imagery of being number one slips his mind and instead, he catches a glimpse of what he recalled from the first time he watched your stream.  It was by chance that Goo found himself lost in the sea of viewers, merely popping in to check the competition. Already so far into your stream, he didn’t have to sit through you talking about whatever it was you discussed to kill time. As soon as he clicked on, he saw you; legs spread and resting upon the arm rests of your chair and coyly eyeing the camera. The glimmer of the jeweled butt plug nestled inside of you being the first thing he noticed.

The brief memory has his hips lifting, bucking up to fuck into his palm with more urgency as it plays itself on the back of his eyelids. As much as he wanted to see more, he closed out of your stream—jealous of how you didn’t even have to ask and tips were just flying in left and right. Relying on his imagination, he envisions what it’d be like to have you beneath him. Feeling the soft warmth of your body against his. Tasting the dewy layer of perspiration sticking to your skin. Hearing you tell him he’s too big and that he needs to slow down. 

“Ah, fuck…” Goo mutters between groans. 

It’s like a wildfire has started in the pit of his belly, the heat tickling all the way up to his lungs and down to the tip of his shaft. The cool air that hits his wet cock when it can’t be contained by his pumping fist does little to bring down his temperature. The filthy, sloppy sound of every stroke mixed in with Goo’s moans reverberates throughout the walls of his office space as his climax draws closer and closer. 

“Fucking hell,” He hisses, gripping his shaft tighter. 

Just a few more tugs and his vision goes blurry for a moment, not being able to see the amount of cum dispelled from his cock but definitely feeling the warmth of it splattering on his chest and stomach before it drips down to his balls. The aftermath of his orgasm has him shudder involuntarily as he looks around for something to clean up the mess he just made. Usually, there was a box of tissues on his desk for this exact scenario but it seems that he was out. Sighing softly, he reaches for the end of the lush material of his robe; begrudgingly using it to wipe away his seed. 

Right before Goo moves to get up from his seat and toss his soiled garments into the hamper and throw on some fresh pajamas, a harmonious bell sound plays from the speaker of his computer, reminding him that he hadn’t turned it off yet. His mouse hovers over the big red ‘X’ as he prepares to close out his tabs, but the sight of his inbox on the streaming website having an unread message catches his attention. Curiously, he clicks on the icon, expecting to see a fan asking how much it would be to go on a date with him. Much to his delight, a new opportunity had been given to him. 

**xxOnlyY/Nxx has sent you a message!**

xxOnlyY/Nxx: Collab soon? ♥️

So self assured, Goo knew that you would like his stream when you finally came to your senses and checked him out. But to have you being the one to initiate working together after watching him just once was just as exciting as the idea of stealing the crown from you. How could he pass up the chance?

[kithtaehyung]

drabble: you’re next (3tan) (m) | myg

drabble: you’re next | part one pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: three tangerines | fall drabbles masterlist | submit! rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after you get the texts from yoongi, you continue to keep goading him. little do you know that he’s still at the festival. because your brother is the only one that left. note: so… this is part 2 to the first fall drabble apple bobbing bc of this post. y’all are spoiled af what am i gonna do with you all lolll note 2: if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, i highly encourage you to! the side characters would make a lot more sense :D also this is unedited LOL warnings: language, dirty talk, fingering, tae is best boy, oral (f rec), haunted house, yoongi on the phone lol i’m sorry, spanking, edging, yoongi is rude?? drop date: october 13th, 2022, 9:07pm est word count: 4.5k lolll

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Yoongi [8:20pm]: You’re next :))

Shaken, you stash your phone, a large hand clapping on your shoulder the second thing that makes you yelp.

Tae’s concern is ruined by a giggle, “You okay? This room’s empty.”

“Says you,” you scoff, “Y’all just went too fast.”

He looks around, taking in the boarded up walls and funhouse mirrors shrouded in dark cloth. More random roars and screams echo throughout the building, but neither of you are deterred.

“Well. Unlike you, I’m not scared of my reflection.”

Ass! Feigning a pout, you charge ahead of his laughs, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s go.”

“What did he send you?”

“Huh?”

Taehyung easily catches up to your still form with confident strides, pointing at your bag. “I saw that,” he reveals through a smirk. “No way it could’ve been anyone else.”

Damn it.

The group behind you sounds close, so you and Tae make your way through a hallway of webs while you admit,

“He sent a fucking photo.”

“Of himself?”

“Yeah.”

Taehyung brushes a dangling cobweb as he has to crouch, voice is so deep that you have to lean in to hear, “That’s actually shocking.”

“I know!” you exclaim in a whisper. “That’s why I’m slightly freaked out.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“He—Fuck!”

The puff of air that shoots right into your side makes you collide into your friend, and he catches you with strong arms while blowing out amusement.

“Shut up.”

“I’ve never seen you this jumpy!” He lets out another laugh as you leave the air-filled corridor and enter another dark room. “It’s so cute.”

“I just. He just.” You sigh, fishing out your phone to show him the thread because you can’t bring yourself to repeat it out loud.

And as soon as Taehyung sees both the picture and the text, his face releases a whole flurry of butterflies across your chest.

“That’s the scariest thing I’ve seen all day.”

“See? What the fuck.”

“You’re in more trouble than I thought.”

You groan, pocketing your phone and hearing Yuri’s scream a few rooms away, the telltale giggles following right after.

Dom also cusses so loud that both you and Taehyung burst into laughter yourselves.

Maybe Yoongi’s texts showed up on their phones, too. Since that’s the only frightening thing you can think of right now.

“What’re you gonna say?”

“Absolutely nothing,” you claim, eyes darting to the hisses and squawks around the glowing area. There’s no way you can respond right now, especially since he’s walking around with your brother.

“Why not?”

“You know exactly why!”

“Damn,” Taehyung comments, drawing out the syllable to try and guilt you. “He eyefucks you and you leave him hanging…”

“Tae!”

“I’m sorry, did we look at the same picture? He even—”

You launch yourself in an attempt to cover his mouth, but he easily swats your arms away.

“He”—a muffled giggle—“Even gave you tongue—”

Your groan is more like a cry this time as you shut your eyes in defeat, the picture already burned so hard into your vision that you still see it.

Because fucking hell, Yoongi knows what he did.

Footsteps and chatter approach from behind again, so you and Tae move forward while steam escapes your ears.

“Just send one thing.”

“No.”

“He clearly sent that without remorse,” he notes, and the bubbling sounds of a cauldron are all you get in warning before a humongous witch charges out of nowhere.

Shrieking.

Both you and Tae yell in response, amused at how smushed together and bent backwards you are when the worker retreats into her station.

“I did not expect her to be seven feet tall.”

“I’m gonna ask her out.”

After you head into the next room—adrenaline spiked into the ceiling—your friend reminds you of his persistence.

“Humor me,” he starts, and you tilt your head with lips pursed. “He’d lose his shit!”

“What do I even send?”

“Whatever’s in your heart.”

“Wow.”

“Or your p—”

“Stop.”

While he laughs, you spot a tiny sign hovering over a dark door on your right.

Bathroom, you assume? Maybe for costume changes.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, taking out your phone and knowing this could be a super bad idea. “But I’m only sending this because I’m tired of you.”

“Whatever. You love being goaded.”

Staring at your thread, you walk forward with tiny steps, wondering what the hell to say.

His picture is certainly not helping.

The only thing you can come up with is your default. The same damn concept you fell back on at the booth. Because if your earlier taunt resulted in whatever fresh hell this was, you’re highly interested in seeing what your text will bring.

Huffing a frown at Taehyung, you show him what you wrote.

And he gives you a triumphant smirk in return.

You [8:30pm]: do it u won’t🙄

After you get through the haunted house, the street is a lot more crowded, with lights illuminating everyone’s heads and distinct festival sounds embedding in your ears.

Since all of you decide that the adrenaline and scare-induced laughter will quickly turn into hunger, you head to one of the food stalls calling your noses. Which is great timing because you need a good distraction.

Because ever since you sent the text, you’ve been checking your phone periodically, both relieved and anxious that Yoongi hasn’t replied. Like your mind can’t decide which outcome is better.

It’s only after you order and stand next to Tae that you feel a message come through.

And suddenly your bag weighs a ton.

You give your friend a look before you check it, and he watches as you clutch your phone a tad tighter.

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Wanna bet?

You [8:45pm]: omg u know u can’t

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Bet I can

What the hell? If he’s around your brother being this brazen then you’re full-on dreaming.

The wind picks up, and you shiver as you type your next message.

You [8:47pm]: ???

Yoongi [8:48pm]: He left lol. I’m with Jimin now

Oh.

Your brother left?

And Yoongi stayed?

…That changes things.

You [8:50pm]: just y’all?

Yoongi [8:52pm]: Yeah

Yoongi [8:53pm]: Rather it be just us though :\

Your phone damn near falls out of your hand.

Because this cannot be happening.

What kind of alternate reality did you step into? Why is he suddenly so forthcoming you want to hurl your device into the nearest bin?

Whatever it is, he needs to quit before you run out of air.

Humming, you grapple onto reality before diving into conversation with Tae.

“It’s just him and Jimin now.”

“Now what?”

“I dunno!” you whisper, appalled that he’s left you out to dry in the cold. “You’re the one that put me up to this.”

He laughs. “I just wanted to see what he’d say. I didn’t expect to get this far.”

Groaning, you look down at your texts, wondering what the hell to do.

You [8:55pm]: just us?🥺

Yoongi [8:56pm]: Acting cute won’t work today, doll

Yoongi [8:57pm]: Not after what you pulled

Well.

Shit.

Everyone else at this festival be damned.

You [9:00pm]: i don’t recall a thing

Yoongi [9:05pm]: Uh huh

Yoongi [9:05pm]: You’re just making it worse for yourself

As your other friends get their food, you watch them go to a table before you sigh,

“Wish I could see him.”

The words come out so naturally that you even surprise yourself.

And Taehyung’s smile can be heard in his voice when he replies,

“Then do that.”

“Not here,” you mutter. “There’s way too many people around.”

“So?” When you shoot him a rueful look, he cocks a brow. “Everyone’s just enjoying themselves. I can sit with them if you wanna find him.”

Your heart skips right into Tae’s hands.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Keep it quick, though,” he says, looking towards the table your friends huddle around, eating and finally quiet. “Even though they look beat. They could still be down for stuff.”

“We stayed up so late last night,” you explain through a smile. “Movie marathons are no joke at Reia’s place.”

“Wow, thanks for the invite.”

“We thought—Well, I thought you were busy.”

“Mm. Perhaps.”

You don’t know what you’d do without Taehyung in your life. If only you were able to pack him in your car to keep during your university days.

But alas. He’s here now. And being the most supportive of your sneaky ways as he can be.

After you go up to get your food, you hold the container in one hand while messaging. “Lemme see what he says.”

You [9:07pm]: prove it then

It doesn’t take long for him to answer.

Yoongi [9:09pm]: You sure?

You [9:09pm]: i got 15 min tops

Yoongi [9:10pm]: Lmaoo that’s plenty

Yoongi [9:11pm]: Call me when you dip

Can he get any more insufferable today?

That’s plenty? For what!

Nerves buzz as you and Tae make a plan before you walk off, hoping at least Dominique understands where you’re going.

Well. You’re gonna get an earful later either way. May as well make this fifteen minutes count.

But when you’re a safe distance away in the crowd, you ring him up, wondering what could possibly await you on the other side of the line.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Where are you?”

“By the food trucks.”

“Head towards the haunted house. There’s gonna be a churros stall on your left.”

A churros stall? You didn’t expect that.

“Okay.”

“You want anything?”

“No, it’s okay! I just got food.”

“K. We’ll be here.”

How you can instantly spot Yoongi in a crowd is always gonna be a mystery.

Even with his hood up and draped in dark colors, your eyes zero right onto him, watching as he grabs something from a vendor that turns incredibly shy.

And Yoongi swivels in time to see your smile of understanding, too far away to catch the way you cease breathing.

Which is good. He doesn’t need his ego inflated even more.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Looking around, you take in the rest of the line and wonder, “Where’s Jimin?”

“Getting something else.”

Oh.

He leads you around the corner, settling into a space between the stalls only occupied by trash cans and trodden leaves. A tiny nook where you can pretend that you’re just hanging out with Yoongi like it’s the most normal thing.

And suddenly it’s your favorite area of the festival.

“Those smell so good,” you notice, mouth salivating as you lean on the warm side of the churro booth.

“Want some?”

“Nah. This was expensive enough.” Grabbing the wrapping, you look around at the people passing by.

Did you say no because you feel jittery enough standing here with him? Maybe. Because the butterflies in your stomach aren’t just from getting to spend alone time outside. Their wings are still dusting bits of paranoia along your rib cage.

“Suit yourself,” Yoongi tuts, getting a full bite while observing the night crowd. The crunch is enough to make you regret ordering the subpar meal you just paid for.

After the two of you get a few bites in, the sounds of cooking and games and voices fill the silence.

Before Yoongi disrupts with two words.

“Gimme some.”

“What?”

“Your food. Feed me some.”

You gawk, almost dropping the bite in your hand. “Umm, no?”

“Come on,” he persists with a lift of his cocky chin. “No one’ll notice.”

“Are you serious?” Alarmed, you swing your neck around to see if there’s anyone you suddenly know, senses on high alert. “People could see us—”

He.

Just took what was in your hand.

With his mouth.

As you still feel the cold air where his lips touched your fingers, he swallows in triumph. “Said you were next.”

This entire night is a fever dream.

You don’t even know what to say, much less do. Your head is literally quite empty, and any brain cell you can find seems to be focused on one thing and one thing only.

“Yoongi, I swear…”

“What?” He laughs. “Thought I was talking about something else?”

“I…” Blinking, you look at his unfinished churros. “Didn’t know what to think, honestly.”

He hands you his container while taking yours. “Didn’t even send a pic back,” he points out, and you think you hear a smidge of pout in his words.

Of course you weren’t gonna. But you only offer an excuse, “It was dark in there.”

“Just one,” he says, leaning onto the stall next to you. “Just once.”

After a moment of silence, he tacks on,

“Of your ass.”

“Yoongi.”

He’s laughing! You’re drowning in complete shock and suffering and he’s full on elated.

You’ve never seen him like this. Even if you were mad at him, you’d still smile. “What’s up with you today?”

Is it the season? The weather change? There has to be something about today that’s responsible for his mood. And you want to thank whatever it is until it gets tired of you.

Yoongi just looks at you with creased eyes before huffing. “You really got me at that damn booth.”

Oh. That’s not possible.

There’s no way all of this is because of something you said.

You look away with a shy curve of your lips. “Yeah, well. You got me, too.” Turning, you poke his chest with a nail. “So this isn’t over.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

You expected something completely different to happen in these fifteen minutes, but you’re enjoying yourself as is, just hanging out and eating outside.

And Yoongi’s the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

Any amount of time to witness him like this is already worth it.

Your bag buzzes, and both you and Yoongi look down at the sound.

Taeee😪 [9:17pm]: Take your time. They left and I’m gonna do the haunted house with Jimin.

Wait.

They left?

How the hell did Tae swing that?

You [9:18pm]: they left??

Taeee😪 [9:17pm]: Yeah. I told them I’d take you back to Reia’s when we were done here.

Ten-thousand lunches.

You owe him ten-thousand, very good lunches.

Every single thought in your body enlarges, crowding you to the brim with excitement and outright giddiness.

Time. You get so much more time.

But the logical side of your brain is quick to remind you: you’re still out in public. There’s a chance that people can still see you out with Yoongi, especially the people looking to hang out with him, too.

All this opportunity, but what do you do? What even can you do?

“Need to go?”

You quickly tear away from your phone, and the guarded look on Yoongi’s face makes you feel the guiltiest you’ve felt in awhile. Because you’re positive your expression is giving away the conflict raging through your brain.

“No, I…”

You didn’t like that look. Not one bit.

But what do you do? What can you and Yoongi… do…

Looking back down at your text, you realize.

The answer is right there.

Immediately, you snap your gaze back to him and blurt, “Do the haunted house with me.”

“Huh?”

“Or, us. Jimin and Tae are going.”

Yoongi switches from wary to defeated when he sighs. “Don’t make me do that.”

“Why not?”

When he looks away, his lips slip into a curve of regret. “Cus fuck that. But I’m gonna if you want me to.”

Your heart throbs.

As much as you wanna see him go through the house, the ultimate plan is something else entirely. But that’ll be kept under wraps to keep it a surprise. “I’ll protect you,” is all you decide to pledge.

“I wasn’t kidding. I’ll swing.”

“No need! It’s not even a scary one.”

He gives you a look of disbelief. “If you’re lying I’m leaving your ass.”

“Rude? Trust me.”

You await his answer, not wanting to push too hard if he really doesn’t wanna do it. Obviously, you don’t wanna unearth any potential trauma or whatever. You’re totally fine coming up with something else.

But he just aims slitted eyes your way. “Fine.”

Laughing at his fake leer, you tell him he’ll be alright.

If you can get him into the haunted house, you’re golden.

All you gotta do is get him past the witch.

After twenty minutes—thanks to a Jimin that roped you into the front of the line—you’re almost there.

But the journey proves just as naughty as your destination.

“Yoongi!” you whisper, moving your ass away from another playful grab. “Stop!”

His laughs in the dark are much more potent. “Why.”

“What if someone sees?”

“All they’d do is agree with me,” Yoongi confidently answers in a low tone, and you can only see a sliver of his side profile thanks to his hood still up. “It’s too nice in that skirt.”

If only you remembered the webbed hallway as well as you recalled the hidden bathroom’s location. You ended up getting the same puff of air on your ear, which caused you to flinch sideways into him.

But unlike Taehyung who just laughed, Yoongi seized the opportunity to also hold you against him before letting go, slapping your ass to move you forward.

And paired with the darkness, your weak scoldings have only made him bolder since then. You yourself almost break before you even make it to the witch’s room.

But you hold on, cackling as much as the towering woman yourself when you see Yoongi’s fists challenge her rapid approach. When you feel him clutch your arms while trying to suppress a grin, you only laugh even harder, loving how unfiltered his actions are.

It’s almost like…

There it is. The tiny bathroom sign behind a wall of curtains in the next room.

Yoongi’s already surveying the dark for another scare, completely oblivious to your devious plan. “I swear if there’s something in here, too—”

“Come here,” you whisper, grabbing his hand.

He only looks at the contact before eyeing you, and you bite your lip to keep yourself in check, not saying another word while leading him to the hidden door.

When he catches on, the look he gives you is devilish.

“Nu uh.”

Your curve only gets wider as you check the narrow space between the curtains at the door, parting the heavy material enough to get by and head into the empty restroom.

Aside from knocking on Yoongi’s door and asking him to fuck you, this is the second most daring thing you’ve done in awhile. And your stomach has almost the same type of twists as before. Just minus the fear of rejection and broken self-confi—

Closing the door behind him in a rush, Yoongi twists your body to pin you against the nearest wall, not even bothering to turn on the light.  

Which makes his low, gravelly question twenty times worse,

“You plan this?”

Heart pulsing wild, you squish your lips before admitting, “Maybe.”

“That’s hot as fuck.”

Your mouth is smushed as you bang against the plaster, and you run your fingers along his neck while licking cinnamon and sugar off his tongue.

“Someone might use it, though,” you warn between hard kisses. “We can’t be here long.”

He wedges a thigh in between your legs before giving your side a spank. “Then hurry up. No shy shit this time.”

Moan muffled, you roll against him, the thrill of being exactly where you shouldn’t be fueling your thrusts.

Because you shouldn’t have done this.

Oh god, why the hell did you sneak in here employees could come in at any se—

“Is that all you got, baby girl?”

Fuck, his voice got a lot closer to your ear.

When you swallow, he continues with an insult,

“What a shame. Thought I taught you better than that.”

“Fuck—”

Yoongi grabs the back of your neck before devouring your lips again, tongue flicking yours while a hand wanders along your leg, your side, your ass. When he clutches what he can in his palm, he guides you in a rhythm that matches the thrusts of his mouth, and you practically melt right onto his jeans.

“There you go,” he praises, chuckling right after. “Goddamn, I wanna taste you.”

His name escapes you in a gasp. Because you feel like you’re already pushing it as is. Shit, you need to wrap this the hell up.

Shivering with nerves, you whisper, “I don’t think we can.”

If only your body followed the same rules as your brain. It’s only staying still as Yoongi loops a finger into the hem of your bottoms, shivering when he tugs you forward, and responding when he claims your lips again.

“We can.”

“You sure?”

“This won’t take long.”

His last kiss steals not only your breath, but any other arguments on your lips.

“Okay,” you whisper, hearing the sounds of the haunted house right outside the door. “Okay.”

“Now cover your mouth, doll,” he orders while dropping to the ground. Swinging a shaking leg over his shoulder, he sounds frighteningly close to your soaked panties. “You’re gonna scream.”

“We—”

Your only other warning is a finger shifting your thong—hot, determined tongue replacing it while a rough hand holds your leg in place.

Holy fuck.

You buck forward on contact, yell pushing through your fingers as a strong hum instead.

And he doesn’t say anything else as he feasts, licking along your cunt and grabbing the side of your ass with his free hand. Darkness takes away your vision but heightens everything else, and you’ve never heard dirty sounds so crystal clear. 

He’s right. This isn’t gonna take you much longer. 

It’s more than obvious he’s done this countless times before. 

Your legs dissolve into jelly when he sucks, but you feel your knees give out when the lightest of kisses are planted against your nub. Again. And again.

When did your fingers get tangled in his hair? When did your leg lock so hard you don’t feel it anymore? You don’t know. You don’t care. All you know is to rock forward, controlled by the single string that is his tongue.

Until he adds two knuckles, rubbing them against your clit and making you flinch.

A dark rumble thrums against your cunt, and you feel his body shift to… a standing position?

No no no.

“That’s all you get, baby girl.”

“What?”

“You said we had to hurry.”

“You said it wouldn’t take long!”

“Did I lie?”  

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, ragged. “I’m so close, fuck.”

“Damn.” He brushes wet knuckles against your lips, and you groan at the taste. “That sucks.”

“Yoongi, I swear to god.”

“You said we had to go.”

“I… You…” Your cunt is throbbing so hard you feel like crying. “Don’t make me do it myself.”

He gets in close, heady scent of his breath pooling across your face. “Poor baby,” he teases, one finger jolting you upward with a single, soft touch to your slit. When he slaps your cunt instead of anything else, you whine before he slips vengeance in your ear,

“You get me wet, I do the same. It’s only fair.”

Your fingers find his sleeves immediately. “This isn’t fair and you know it.”

“You’re the one that brought me in here,” he parries, and you know for a fact he’s smirking. “And I told you it wasn’t over.”

“Please.” You try your absolute hardest to tighten your weak hold. “We don’t have time to fight.”

“Fight about what?”

“Make me come, baby,” you plead with your whole chest, not wanting to play a single game anymore. “I’ll do anything, just—”

A knuckle grazes your clit, and your moan isn’t stifled by a hand this time.

Oh shit that had to be too loud—

A large palm covers your mouth before two fingers slip between your folds, and your second scream is thoroughly muffled.

“You’re lucky I fucking love when you come,” Yoongi rasps in your ear, his fingers hitting spots that light the room with stars. “That’s what’s unfair.”

Your eyes squeeze shut while you thrust against his digits, feeling the end fast approaching and outright yelling into his warm hand.

“Better hurry, doll.” His breath comes out in a slow laugh. “Unless you wanna get caught. Is that what you want?”

You shake your head, knowing that deep down, for some reason, the very idea makes your cunt throb even harder.

“No?”

Another shake.

“Then fucking come.”

His fingers lodge into your folds, spreading you open and causing your walls to flutter like mad.

And your body obeys at once, head thrown back and limbs locking, plaster and Yoongi’s fingers your only purchase from sinking to the ground. Swells of pleasure almost taken from you gush onto his digits, and his hum teeters on a growl against your cheek.

“So perfect.”

The dark continues to heighten every sense you have, and you turn your head to capture his lips before gasping for air.

Your pulses are still deep when he removes his fingers. And you already miss them as you try to straighten, legs wobbly and hands steadying on his arms.

His teasing laugh makes you pout. “You good?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Then let’s go.”

You feel him move away from you, and you decide then and there that you want more.

A lot more.

Panicked, yank him away from the door, reaching for his face and pulling him onto your lips. Bold. Risky. So unlike you.

But the dark heightens your courage as much as your senses. And something about him only focusing on you makes you want him more than ever.

Yoongi’s just as rushed this time. A myriad of flavors smears across your mouth, and his hot breaths sink wonderfully into your skin. Seconds, minutes, years. It doesn’t matter how much time you have now.

This tiny stretch of time has been a miracle, and you wanna stretch it out as long as you possibly can.

When he finally pulls away, he tells you he didn’t think you had this in you. When you admit that you just really missed him, he repeats the sentiment right back.

And when you tell him you have a bit more time left, he suggests that you all swing by another prize booth.

“What, you wanna win me something, too?”

“Nah.” He huffs a laugh, and his next sentence earns him a playful shove,

“I just wanna watch you lose.”

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A/N: so... yes. this was a 4.5k word drabble. bc some people wouldn’t stop talking and being cute with each other and someone else just had to keep being a good ass friend!!! anyway. hope y’all enjoyed! there are so many other drabbles to come during the fall season, so get ready. i would love to know what y’all thought about this one! any feedback would be much loved :D  ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that aren’t okay with reblogging with a review, commenting on this, or sending a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a feedback dropbox :D ⇥ here!   ++ ⇥ masterlist

[blueicequeen19]

Grey Sweatpants

Warning: unprotected sex, oral, JJ in grey sweat

“So how long are you staying?” Sarah asks me just as a bedroom door opens and pure sin struts out, ruining my train of thought. I watch as he brushes his freshly showered hair out of his eyes, his arm and back muscles bulging with every movement. He stops at the fridge and pulls out a beer. For a guy, he had a nice ass. It was firm just like the rest of him. I don’t realize I’m staring until Sarah pins me with a knowing look and I have to pick my jaw up off the floor.

Mystery blonde downs his beer for breakfast before turning and facing us. I can’t stop my eyes from trailing down the front of him. A sculpted chest. Hard abs. And a V line that disappeared into those fucking grey sweats. He wasn’t even wearing underwear. I could see the outline of his growing —.

“Y/N, this is JJ, John B’s friend.” Sarah’s voice snaps me out of my trance and my eyes lock on JJ’s bright ones. Why was he so hot without even trying?

“Best friend.” JJ corrects with some mild smugness to his voice and a matching smirk. Sarah rolls her eyes before continuing.

“And this is Y/N, my cousin. She’s staying with us for a few days.” Sarah beams, looking between us like she wants to say more. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I could barely swallow as JJ’s smirk grew. He was annoyingly hot. And he knew it.

“So we’re going to be bunk mates?” JJ bites his bottom lip as he comes to stand in front of the table we’re sitting at.

“No, she’s staying in the spare room.” Sarah answers before I can. JJ doesn’t take his eyes off me and I have to fight to keep my eyes on his face and not his body. I’m no better than a man, openly gawking at someone. I might as well start cat calling him next.

“Too bad. It gets cold at night.” JJ taunts and Sarah barks out a laugh, obviously used to his crap.

“Leave her alone.” Sarah grabs our mugs and goes to the sink, leaving me momentarily alone with the hungry lion.

“I’ve heard grey sweats are like lingerie to women.” JJ cocks his head at me with that stupid grin.

“Yea? You’d probably look good in something of mine. I could let you borrow this skimpy little black number I have. Actually, there’s very little fabric to it.” His jaw clenches as he eyes me, obviously as surprised by my boldness as I am.

“Okay, if you two are done eyefucking each other, Y/N and I are going shopping.” Sarah pushes past JJ and takes my arm, guiding me to the door and away from danger.

I collapse on the guest bed, fresh from my shower and a long day with Sarah. The girl can shop. I have a new bikini for everyday of the week and some cute dresses to add to my already overflowing luggage. After we shopped, we met up with her boyfriend, John B, and all his buddies then went to a party.

It’s after 2am now and I’m slightly buzzed and stoned. I feel good. Relaxed and comfortable.

God, the way he watched me all fucking night has my skin buzzing. I’d never had someone openly lust after me the way he did. I wanted to fall to his knees while also keeping him at a distance so we had to keep up this game. How long would he pursue me before getting bored? Plus I’m only here for a few days. Then I have to fly home. Sarah was just a pit stop.

I couldn’t leave without having him. Without tasting him. Without feeling him inside me. I know if I leave here without trying, I’ll regret it. He seemed to be that once in a lifetime feeling and it was consuming me.

I’m just about to sit up and go to him when the bedroom door opens and JJ steps in. He’s also freshly showered and in another pair of low hanging grey sweats. My lights are off minus a single lamp by the bed and it casts an even darker shadow over his handsome face.

“When is your flight?” JJ asks, moving to stand at the foot of the bed while I still lay here in nothing but my towel.

“Monday.”

“So we have two days.” His warm hands lock around my ankles and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. I’m shaking but it’s a good thing. I’ve never felt more alive as he leans down, hovering over me as I close the distance and kiss him.

I feel that kiss all the way down to my toes and when his tongue slides into my mouth, I moan like a pornstar, tangling my hands in his hair. We kiss until we’re breathless and he’s grinding his hips against me.

“I want to touch you.” JJ rasps, his voice thick with need. Those blue eyes darkened with desire.

“So do it.” I whisper, tugging my towel open for him. I didn’t think his gaze could darken anymore as he took in my naked body. If it wasn’t for my buzz, I don’t think I could have ever been this bold.

His hand cups my pussy, his fingers spreading me open as he rubs me but never going inside. I bite back a moan as my back threatens to arch.

“Is this for me? Is your pussy weeping for me?” JJ asks, bringing two slick fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. I feel myself clench around air.

“Yes.” I whimper, pulling him down for another kiss. His fingers find my pussy again. He takes turns between rubbing my wetness around my clit and teasing my entrance. My resolve was fading. The desire was too great. I needed him right fucking now.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” JJ groans as he slips his fingers inside me and I arch off the bed with a moan. His mouth leaves mine as he trails kisses down my throat and between my breasts. He fingers me while giving equal amounts of attention to each of my pert nipples, zings of pleasure shooting through my body.

“JJ, fuck.” I whine, rolling my hips and fucking myself on his fingers. I was so close I could taste it.

“I want to take my time with you but I can’t.” His tongue trails down my stomach then he places a wet kiss to my clit. I gasp, arching into him only for him to stop.

“JJ, please, I need you.” The desire is burning me alive. I can’t hardly catch my breath.

“I need you too. I’m coming, baby.” He hovers over me as he pushes his sweats just below his ass, his cock immediately springing free and slapping against his navel. JJ kisses me again and I feel him rubbing his length through my slit, coating himself in my slick. I grip the back of his neck, lifting my hips as a silent plea.

“Are you on something?”

“Yes. Are you clean?”

“Yes, baby.”

The head of his cock finally meets my entrance and he thrusts inside with one go. I cry out once as he curses, his arms shaking as he kisses along my jaw.

“Fuck, it’s like you were made for me.” JJ growls, pulling out enough to slam back in. The headboard slaps the wall and he chuckles as he does it again. I feel like I’m melting into the mattress as he fucks me harder and harder while murmuring praises.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” I pant, my nails biting into his back as my body tenses up.

“Do it. Let me feel that pussy squeezing the life out of me.” He wraps a firm hand around my throat, not squeezing, more like holding me in place. I can’t stop the wave even if I wanted to. My eyes roll back as the euphoria hits me hard and takes me breath away.

He’s thrusts grow faster and his hair falls into his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly. I blink up at him as I fight to catch my breath when he suddenly yanks free and grips his cock, stroking it hard before he releases hot, white ropes of cum all over my stomach.

He stays on his knees as he fights to catch his breath, his cock still hard and bobbing. I prop myself up on my elbows as I look down at the mess he’s made, not thinking anything of it as I drag my finger through it and pop it in my mouth. The salty substance bursts on my tongue and I groan, letting my head fall back on the bed.

“Taste good?” JJ gasps. I feel him move on the bed while I lay there with my eyes closed, savoring that post sex feeling.

“Yes.” I murmur. Suddenly his hot, wet mouth finds my pussy and I cry out, my body too sensitive. His hands lock down on my hips, holding me in place as he ravishes my clit.

“Oh, JJ, fuck. I can’t. It’s too much. I’m too sensitive.” I whine, torn between grabbing the sheets or grabbing his hair. It doesn’t matter because I’m thrown into another orgasm alarmingly fast, his thick fingers ramming inside me just as I hit my peak.

I cum with a silent cry, my body shaking uncontrollably until I feel a gush of wetness between my legs.

“Fuck.” JJ grumbles between my legs, lapping up every drop of me. “You squirted all over my face.” I don’t get to feel embarrassed because he doesn’t stop. I try to clamp my legs closed around his head but my body is too weak to fight his hold.

“JJ. Please.” I whine.

“I’m making the most of these two days. Now shut up and let me enjoy this pussy.”

[franklymyqueeridontgiveadamn]

Queer Christmas movie recs

Breakfast with Scot (2007) An absolutely delightful feel-good movie about a retired NHL player and his partner reluctantly taking in an effeminate boy they are extremely not equipped to handle, and eventually becoming a family. One of my favorite movies of all time. Content notes: homophobia, sexism, mild violence, bullying, brief vomit, shitty parenting but I promise they learn their lesson.

The Christmas Setup (2020) The first gay Lifetime Christmas movie, and it's exactly what you'd expect based on that. Big-city attorney visits his hometown for Christmas, falls for his high school crush, saves the beloved local train station from demolition. There's a really sweet element of queer history involved, and Fran Drescher is great as the nosy matchmaking mom. Content notes: dead dad backstory, hilariously inaccurate depiction of computer algorithms.

Single All The Way (2021) Another home-for-the-holidays romcom with a nosy matchmaking family, this one with a fake-dating premise and a Black love interest. Jennifer Coolidge makes a good kooky aunt, and the main character's love of plants is very true to the queer experience. Content notes: infidelity (not committed by the main characters), looks like I didn't take notes on this one while I was watching so there might be more I'm not remembering but nothing too major.

Carol (2015) Oscarbait '50s period drama with Rooney Mara as a young saleswoman and Cate Blanchett as an older divorcee. I actually didn't love this one the first time I saw it, but last year I got an urge to watch it again and if you're in the mood for cinematic eyefucking it will come through for you on that front. It's a little bit of a downer, lots of homophobia and societal obstacles and ennui, but it's a very pretty film with a... maybe not happy, but at least cautiously optimistic ending. Content notes: homophobia, custody conflict, blackmail, mentions of infidelity.

Happiest Season (2020) I do recommend this movie BUT you gotta go into it with the right expectations. It was billed as a feel-good Christmas romance and it is not that! It's the coming-out story of a closeted lesbian (Mackenzie Davis) who treats her wonderful girlfriend (Kristen Stewart) like crap instead of telling her family they're dating, and you will come out of it screaming about how the wonderful girlfriend should have ended up with Aubrey Plaza's character (which, by the way, Aubrey Plaza wholeheartedly agrees with at 3:36 of this video). But it's well-made, it's really funny, there are a lot of good characters and good moments—it's worth watching as long as you know what you're getting into. Content notes: homophobia, bullying of an autistic-coded character, and honestly I think a lot of the shit Mackenzie Davis's character pulls counts as emotional abuse.

Tangerine (2015) A low-budget movie filmed entirely on iPhones, set in Los Angeles on Christmas Eve, centering around a day in the life of two trans sex workers of color. Rough and gritty, hysterically funny, a little dark at times but not tragic. Content notes: transphobia, lots of infidelity, racism/slurs, mild violence, drugs, one very brief scene involving the death of a pet (not shown).

[campingwiththecharmings]

Under the Neon Lights

AN: Y'all can thank Carrie Underwood for this one lol. Little to no plot here, negl.

(Un-beta'd)

You never do this, never have one night stands with strangers. Somehow, though, this guy doesn’t feel like a stranger…but you think maybe that’s just because he’s pretty and you're a little tipsy. Oh well. What happens here, stays here, right?

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 6,239 (idek y'all) Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: cursing, kissing, alcohol consumption, one night stand, p in v, oral sex, a ridiculous amount of eyefucking; santiago garcia comes with his own warning. AO3

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You’re drunk.

Or at least, you assume you are, because you haven’t felt this good in months. You’d flown to Vegas last week for work, your company sending you there to “handle things” after merging with another company, and it…hadn’t gone very well.

Needless to say, it’s been a tough week, and having a few drinks and getting sweaty on the dancefloor with some strangers seemed like the perfect way to blow off some steam before you have to fly home tomorrow. You’ve been dancing for what feels like hours, having the time of your life despite the fact that your feet were killing you (stupid heels). 

The song changes to something slower, but you don’t let it stop you, your arms in the air, hips swaying to the beat. Your rhythm stutters a little when you feel someone at your back, and warm hands at your waist. You’re about to stop whoever this is and tell them that you’re not interested, that you’d prefer to dance alone, but when you turn your head to do so, you lock eyes with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your life.

His dark brown eyes are warm and soulful, and a part of you never wants to stop gazing into them. He smiles, leaning in so he can tell you his name (Santiago). Your body melts against his at the sound of his voice in your ear, his stubble scratching against your cheek as you lean closer to him. His hands on your waist slide down to your hips and halt there as he gently starts to sway with you in time with the music.

“Dance with me?” he rasps, lips brushing your ear.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as he presses himself against you. He takes control, moving you this way and that, hands never leaving your body for more than a second, like he doesn’t want to stop touching you, like he can’t. He’s everywhere—hands on your hips, nose nudging the back of your ear, every solid inch of him pressing along the length of you, surrounding you—but it’s still not enough. You want more, want to smell him, taste him—

Your breath hitches as he drags his lips down the side of your neck, goosebumps rising in their wake. He halts near your shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss into your skin. You moan, your hands reaching back to tangle in his hair. He holds you against him as you continue to sway. You can feel him, half hard against your ass, and you can’t help but grind back into him. His chest rumbles against your back as he groans, fingers pulling at you so you’re flush against him. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he ruts against you, making your knees weak, and every time he calls you ‘baby,’ or some other beautiful-sounding thing in what must be Spanish, your core clenches, desperate for something (him) to fill it. 

You’re not used to this kind of attention, not from someone like him, anyway. Where had this beautiful stranger even come from? You wonder briefly if he’s prostitute (that is legal here, after all), are afraid that once he has you all horny and desperate, he’ll stop and demand payment to continue (payment you’ll happily give if he fucks anything like he dances). You should probably ask, should probably make sure, but God he just feels so good you don’t want it to end. Hell, you’d probably fuck him right here on the dance floor if he asked you to.

But it does end, the music petering out briefly before transitioning into something with a quicker beat. You expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t, hands still on your hips as you continue to move slowly, no longer in time with the music. His lips find your neck again, sucking a mark there, tongue soothing the welt immediately as you practically writhe against him.

When he does finally pull away, your heart drops, disappointment settling in your belly. When you turn though, he’s smiling at you, eyes dark and rich with promise as he takes your hand and leads you off of the dance floor. You’re not really paying attention to where he’s going, eyes too busy drinking him in (with his hands and those curls and that ass—). He stops just shy of the bar, hand on your hip as he leans in to ask you what you’re having, his nose bumping against your cheek. You tell him, leaning in close enough for your lips to brush against his ear, smiling when the fingers on your hip clench slightly.

Nice to know you’re having an effect on him too.

The two of you wind up in the back of the club, tucked into a booth with two empty glasses and a half-drunk bottle of liquor. It’s still hard to hear, even all the way back here, so you’re both in each other’s space, sharing each other’s breath as you talk. It’s like some weird game of chicken, both of you waiting with bated breath to see who’ll cave first, who’ll give in and lean that extra few inches, giving you both what you want. 

In the end, it’s him, his mouth claiming yours as he presses you back against the wall of the booth, hand gently cradling your face as he licks into your mouth. You moan, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. The angle’s a little awkward, your body slightly twisted as your feet remain mostly on the floor, head turned and tilted to accommodate the assault on your lips. He’s not much better off, one arm braced on the back of the bench, his body practically hovering over yours so he doesn’t crush you with his weight. Still though, it’s the best kiss you’ve had in a long time.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks when you both break for air, the space between you filling with your respective panting breaths.

“God, yes,” you sigh, your skin heating a little when you realize how desperate you must sound.

He chuckles at your eagerness, smiling in a way that assures you that his amusement is not at your expense as he slides out of the booth. You giggle when he holds out his hand, sliding yourself over to grasp it as he helps you stand to your feet; if you weren’t drunk before, you definitely are now.

He puts his arm around your waist, tucking you against his side as he leads you out of the club. You stumble a little as you make your way through the parking lot, the combination of your heels and the alcohol in your system throwing you a little off balance. Santiago steadies you, pausing for a moment as you find you regain your footing.

“You okay?” he asks, and you're still sober enough to know he’s asking if you still want to do this, still want to leave with him.

“Mhmm,” you hum, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

He kisses you back for a moment before gently pushing you back with a soft smile that makes your insides melt. “You sure, querida?”

God, he’s pretty. So pretty. Warm brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes, soft lips you could kiss for hours, salt and pepper curls you can’t wait to dig your fingers into—

“I’m sure,” you breathe, mouth hovering over his.

Swallowing thickly, he nods, moving you both in the direction of a truck parked close by. “Come on.”

When he unlocks and opens the passenger side door, you kiss him again, fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you haul him against you. He grunts in surprise before pushing you against the side of the car with a sigh, hands sliding down from your waist to cup your backside. You can feel him through his jeans, his cock pressing against your abdomen as he pulls your hips against his, breath hitching as he licks into your mouth. 

The need for air makes you separate and you press your forehead against his as you try to catch your breath. That dark, promising look is in his eyes again, the one that says he wants to devour you, swallow you whole; it sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“If we don’t leave now,” he rasps, nuzzling your nose with his. “We’re gonna end up fucking right here in the backseat of this truck.”

You stifle a groan at his words, chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m not so sure I’d be opposed to that.”

His chuckle is dark, deep, rumbling against your chest as he leans in, pressing his smile into your cheek. “You are something else, bebita.”

You bite back a smile at the praise as he pulls away, helping you inside with a steadying hand on your waist as you haul yourself onto the passenger seat. Once you’re situated, he leans in, buckling the seatbelt for you (such a gentleman).

He wastes no time once he’s in the driver’s seat, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. He tells you his hotel’s not far from here and you hum, watching as he tries to concentrate on the road. His arm is on the console between you, fingers tapping out a beat as he stares ahead with a furrowed brow. You’d noticed his fingers earlier, when they’d dug into your hips on the dance floor, and later when they’d toyed with the rim of his glass at the table.

Heat flares in your core as you imagine how they’ll feel against your bare skin, how they’ll feel inside you. You rub your thighs together trying to alleviate the ache between your legs, turning your head to look out the window. Apparently he noticed you staring though, because when he stops at a red light a moment later, you feel his hand on your thigh. He doesn’t meet your eye when you turn to look at him though, as if resting his hand on your leg is completely natural. 

When his thumb lightly caresses your skin, you have to swallow the moan threatening to escape your throat. You bite your lip, eyes anywhere but Santiago, anywhere but the hand on your leg that’s just south of where you want it. When the light turns green, he presses the gas pedal, hand content to remain on your thigh. You drive in silence for a bit, the sexual tension between the two of you permeating the vehicle. 

“Almost there,” he mutters, slightly shifting the hand on your leg.

You hum in acknowledgment, wetting your lips as you fight the urge to rub your legs together. 

A few minutes later, he turns into the parking lot of a hotel with about twenty or so floors, a small casino, and a chapel. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at how nice it actually looks from the outside; you’re not exactly sure what you’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. After he parks the car and shuts it off, he turns to look at you. 

You meet his gaze, your nerves suddenly kicking in and momentarily overriding your lust; you never do this, never have one night stands with strangers. Somehow, though, this guy doesn’t feel like a stranger…but you think maybe that’s just because he’s pretty and you're a little tipsy.

Oh well. What happens here, stays here, right?

He smiles, hand still on your thigh as he leans across the console to kiss you. His mouth is eager yet somehow still unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. You moan softly when he licks into your mouth, his fingers twitching on your thigh at the sound. 

After what seems like an eternity, he pulls back, smiling when you chase his lips. “Wanna head inside?”

You nod numbly, nerves forgotten as your body tingles with anticipation. He exits the car, rounding quickly to the other side to help you out (gentleman). Miraculously, you both manage to keep your hands to yourselves as you ride the elevator up to the seventeenth floor, a marked change from just a few moments ago. When you finally make it to his room at the end of the hall, he lets the two of you inside, and your attention is instantly grabbed by the view.

“Holy shit.”

You hadn’t thought much about the hotel when you’d seen it from the outside, too preoccupied with other things, but damn, was this view something. Certainly better than the one from your hotel room. The windows were huge, stretching from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, providing a panoramic view of the Vegas skyline.

“Nice, huh?” 

You scoff, unable to look away. “That’s an understatement.”

His chuckle is low as he stands quietly beside you, allowing you the moment to take everything in. His gaze is on you though; you can feel it, burning every inch of your skin as he drags it over you, tracing your every curve. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, heartbeat increasing at the hungry look on his face. When you turn to face him fully, his smile widens, moving toward you slowly, never breaking eye contact. He halts before you, chest pressing against yours as he leans in to run his nose along your cheek.

He’s giving you one more chance. One more chance to back out, to tell him you’ve changed your mind, to leave. But that’s the last thing you want, you think, as you lean in and press your lips to his. He hums, one hand coming up to cradle your face as the other settles on your waist. His movements are the same as when he kissed you downstairs; unhurried, like he wants to drag this out, wants to take you apart slowly. A shiver runs up your spine at the thought.

You find the waistband of his jeans, fingers curling around his belt loops and pulling his hips against yours. He ruts against you, groaning into your mouth as he slips his tongue between your lips. He drags the hand on your hip up your back as he steers you back toward the bed, fingers searching for the zipper of your dress. When he finds it, he pulls it down slowly, fingers brushing every inch of newly-exposed skin. He reaches the end as your legs hit the edge of the bed and pauses, wordlessly inviting you to drop the offending article of clothing to the floor as he continues to plunder your mouth.

You waste no time peeling the dress off of your body, kicking it away after it pools at your feet. The need to feel him against you is suddenly overwhelming, like an itch beneath your skin that you can’t quite scratch. Your hands find the hem of his shirt and slip underneath, raising goosebumps on his skin as you drag them slowly up his back. He breaks your kiss, pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it somewhere across the room. You giggle as he eagerly returns to your lips, his hands grasping your hips. You work on his pants next, unbuckling his belt and popping open the button. 

Your hand finds its way inside, cupping him through his boxers and he growls, pulling his mouth from yours and burying his face in your neck as you fondle him. The sound sends a jolt of want through you, and you decide you’ve teased him enough, releasing him and moving instead to push the rough denim down over his hips. He kicks them away when they drop and steps in closer, pressing his warm body against yours, wrapping an arm around you as he guides you backwards to lay on the bed.

The weight of him is oddly comforting as he settles over you, arms braced on either side of your head as he leans in again to kiss you eagerly. You slide your hands up his back, fingernails scratching lightly, making him shiver. He groans into your mouth as he shifts above you, his hand settling on your still-clothed breast. You gasp, breaking the kiss as you arch into his touch, his fingers teasing you through the fabric of your bra. He drags his lips down your neck, sucking marks into your skin wherever his tongue and teeth can reach as he slides down your body. You tip your head back to give him access, pushing your head into the soft mattress. 

He nuzzles against your breasts once he makes it to your chest, the delicious friction sending little jolts of pleasure straight between your legs. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls the straps and cups of your bra down, exposing you to the cool air of the room. When he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, you moan, holding him to you as he teases you with his tongue. He groans when you pull his hair, the vibration against your breast making the breath back up in your lungs. You breathe his name, arching into his mouth as he shifts to your other breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. Somehow, he manages to unhook your bra, moving the garment out of the way as he continues to suck on your breasts, your body writhing beneath him.

He moves on once he feels like he’s given them enough attention, slowly kissing his way down your torso to settle between your legs. You’re soaked by now, you must be, and you’d probably feel embarrassed if it weren’t for the ravenous look in Santiago’s eyes. He presses his finger against your wet slit, teasing you through the damp fabric and you moan, hips tilting slightly to chase his touch. Instead, he pulls away, curling his fingers around the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. He groans at the sight of you, eyes glassy with desire as they lift to meet yours. 

You swallow thickly at the unfiltered lust in his gaze—you don’t think anyone has ever wanted you this much in your life and you’re not quite sure how to handle it. Eyes still locked on yours, he leans in, gently spreading you with his fingers and dragging the tip of his tongue through your slit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips bucking as he slowly circles your clit. You tangle your fingers in his hair again, your grip tightening when he flicks your clit with his tongue. He groans into your sex, sending a gush of arousal to your core, eyelids fluttering closed in satisfaction.

“You taste like heaven, querida,” he mutters against you, fingers gripping your hips as he continues to feast on you.

You’re already so close, the tension coiling in your belly, fire burning beneath your skin. When he closes his lips over your clit and sucks, you whine, whispered pleas falling from between your lips. He drags his teeth lightly over the sensitive bud and you come with a gasp, body twitching and writhing as you ride out the waves of euphoric bliss. Your fingers twist even tighter in his curls and he moans, lapping at your cunt like a man starved. You pull him up when it becomes too much, his chin coming to rest on your hip as you both try to catch your breath.

“You good?” he pants, thumbs idly caressing your skin.

You chuckle, the pleasure from your orgasm still singing through your nerves. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

His smile is smug when you meet his gaze, eyes still full of promise as he crawls his way back up your body. You hum when he reclaims your mouth, the taste of you on his lips and tongue making your core clench. Despite his very obvious arousal, he still kisses you slowly, deeply, licking into your mouth languidly, again like he has all the time in the world. You, however, need him inside you. Now. You can’t wait anymore.

You slip your thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers, pushing the material down as far as you can, hoping he’ll get the message. He does, shifting enough to kick them off without breaking your kiss. You sigh at the feel of his skin against yours, his hard cock pressing against the apex of your thighs. He teases you, grinding against you slowly with just enough friction to send sparks through your body and smiling against your mouth as you moan. 

“Santiago, please,” you plead, gasping as he grinds his cock against you again, this time catching your still sensitive clit.

Your pleas go straight to his cock and he groans against your lips, shifting to grasp himself in his fist. As he notches himself at your entrance, he pulls back a little and meets your eyes again, brow furrowing in concentration as he slowly pushes into you.

You moan as he stretches you, fingers digging into the mattress as he slides inside inch by inch. When he’s fully seated, he pauses, breathing somewhat heavily through his nose 

“Look at me, hermosa,” he rasps, thumb caressing the side of your face.

You pry your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them in the first place, and meet his gaze—his eyes are molten, pupils blown wide. He reaches down to pull your leg up around his hip, somehow sinking even deeper into you with a grunt. His thrusts start slow, stoking the flames burning inside you. Heat flares across your skin like wildfire as you watch him above you, as you feel him inside you, the tension already beginning to coil in your gut. He groans as you constrict around him, your velvet walls hugging his cock as he hits places inside you you never even knew existed. When he snaps his hips a little harder, you can’t help the moans that spill from between your lips.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, fingers twisting in the comforter beneath you. “Just like that, Santi. Please. Feels so good.”

His pace stutters a little, and you think it must be because he’s close, but he quickly regains his composure, fucking into you steadily. His free hand palms your breast, fingers plucking at your nipple as you whimper his name over and over again, eyes falling shut in ecstasy. His fingers find your clit, circling the sensitive nub as he drags you closer and closer to your peak. 

You flutter around him as you teeter on the edge, the tension in your belly close to snapping. He covers you with his body then, snapping his hips into you and mouthing at your neck and chest, muttering against your skin. You gasp as the tension snaps, your body shaking with pleasure as you come. You clutch at him, fingernails digging into his skin and dragging a groan from him that sounds almost broken. He keeps fucking into you hard, prolonging your release as you gush on his cock. He stiffens when he finally comes, moaning into your neck as he shoots his spend deep inside you.

His muscles relax as he comes down, helped along by the way you’re running your fingers through his hair. When he looks up to meet your eyes, he smiles, eyelids drooping as he leans in to peck your lips.

“Mmm, marry me,” he mumbles, resting his forehead against yours.

You’re silent for a beat, then giggle “sure thing” as you pull him in for another kiss, his own chuckle muffled by your mouth.

—

The light streaming through the windows is bright and you groan as you wake, throwing the blankets over your head in an effort to block them out. Your head is throbbing, your mouth is as dry as the desert outside and…there’s a delicious soreness between your legs.

Your eyes fly open immediately, your arms scrambling to untangle yourself from the blankets, as the previous night rushes back to you in flashes: dancing and drinking at a club, meeting a ridiculously gorgeous man, leaving with said gorgeous man, going back to gorgeous man’s hotel and—

“Oh God.”

You sit up, clutching the blankets to your naked torso and as you look toward the other side of the bed and find him.

“Oh God.”

He’s still asleep, but just as stunning as you remember. You study him for a moment, tracing the lines of his face with your eyes, committing them to memory. Your eyes drift down his neck, your skin heating when you see all the bites and bruises you’d given him the night before. You should be ashamed or something, shouldn’t you? Sure, this guy (Santiago, you remember) is beautiful, and he’s definitely the best sex you’ve ever had in your life, but the list of things you didn’t know about him was as long as your leg—you don’t know where he’s from, why he’s here in Vegas, hell, you don’t even know his last name.

You’re spiraling, mind running off in a hundred different directions. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. This is fine. People have one night stands all the time, right? Especially in Vegas. Yes, you decide, this is fine, you’ll be fine.

You sigh, chuckling lightly to yourself as you scrub your hands over your face. Something unfamiliar catches on your nose as you do and you pull your hand away in confusion to examine it, eyes widening when you see it.

A ring.

“Oh God,” you breathe, staring at the foreign piece of jewelry on your left ring finger in utter horror.

Panic slices through you as you wrench the covers from your body, almost sprinting to the other side of the room before you remember you're naked and search the floor for your clothes. What you assume is Santiago’s shirt is the closest thing to you so you grab it, throwing it over your head as you duck quietly into the bathroom. You lock the door, pressing your back against it as you struggle to recall what happened last night. You remembered coming here, you remember sleeping with Santiago but, the rest is just…flashes. Flashes of more booze, of heated kisses, of moans against the back of your neck, your hands pressed against the giant window overlooking the Vegas skyline, fingers gripping your hips as Santiago fucks into you from behind—but no rings, no wedding. 

But then where had the ring come from?

Then the memory pops into your head, the one where he’d jokingly, you’d assumed, asked you to marry him. There was a wedding chapel here, you’d seen it on the way inside last night. Had you really done it then? Had you really married this stranger?

You’re spiraling again and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It’s time to leave, now.

After righting yourself as much as possible, you quietly exit the bathroom, stealing a glance at the bed to make sure Santiago’s still asleep. You take a few minutes to look for your things, grabbing your shoes, your dress, and your bag. Your phone appears to be missing and you’re beginning to think you might’ve left it at the club because it appears to be nowhere in this room. 

Santiago chooses that moment to stir, grumbling as he turns over in his sleep, and you decide you can wait no longer. You’re about to book it for the door when you realize you’re only wearing his shirt. It’s relatively long, hitting you at about mid-thigh, but you’re going to have to take a cab and you’d rather not flash the driver. With a sigh, you grab Santi’s boxers from the floor figuring they’re better than nothing as you slip them on. As you move to leave, you pause, chewing your lip as you take one last look at the gorgeous sleeping man, silently thanking him for one of the best nights of your life. Quietly, you turn the nob, praying he doesn’t hear the door click shut behind you.

—

You manage to convince the hotel clerk to let you call yourself a cab, ignoring the knowing look she’s giving you over your attire as you tip her for her trouble. You make it back to your hotel room without further incident, immediately jumping in the shower to wash off the previous night’s activities. As you pack up your things, you pointedly ignore the sour feeling in your gut, instead running through a mental checklist of everything you need to do before your flight takes off later that evening, including calling the club to see if anyone turned in your phone (surprise: no one did). Resigned, you head to the airport, your mind wandering as you wait for your plane to take off.

You feel terrible, but not for the reasons you think you should. You should feel terrible for fucking a complete stranger, should feel terrible for (possibly) marrying said complete stranger whose last name you don’t even know. But you don’t. Instead, you feel terrible for stealing Santiago’s clothes, for taking this ring you’re still wearing on your finger for some reason…for leaving him without saying goodbye. A part of you, the romantic part, hopes that you had left just as much of an impression on him as he had on you, hopes he’ll somehow figure out how to find you. 

Maybe it’s for the best if he doesn’t though, the rational part of you interjects, as the plane ascends, the Vegas skyline disappearing beneath the clouds. Maybe it’s better to leave this experience here where it belongs: In Vegas. 

—

It’s been weeks since your trip and you still haven’t told anyone what really happened. You’ve been trying to forget about it, actually, but your brain hasn’t let you, the memories seeping into your dreams at night and leaving you with an ache you can’t seem to soothe on your own. You’re off from work today, choosing to spend the day catching up on household chores. The act of cleaning is oddly therapeutic, giving you a sense of renewal with every task you complete. As you throw a load of laundry into the washer, you breathe deeply, the scent of your detergent calming your frayed nerves.

You make your way to your kitchen, thinking about out what to do for lunch, when a knock sounds at your front door. Assuming it’s a delivery, you head there first, wondering absently how much wine is left in your fridge as you unlock the door. You freeze when you open it, eyes widening, body stiffening, mouth falling open in shock.

It’s him.

For a moment, you think you must be dreaming again, because how else could he be here? 

Yet here he is. Standing at your front door, hands nonchalantly stuffed in his pockets as he smiles knowingly at you. He looks good, so good, maybe even better than you remember, with his dark eyes, chiseled jaw, five o’clock shadow, and fitted jeans and t-shirt.

“Hi,” you say finally, your voice feeling a little strained, like your throat’s about to close up.

You swallow thickly as his smile widens. “Hi,” Santiago responds, slowly dragging his heated gaze down the length of you and back up again.

His tone is smooth, flowing over your skin like silk and setting your nerves alight. 

“How’d you find me?” you ask, cringing a little at your bluntness.

He sniffs a laugh, stepping close enough that you can smell him (and fuck, does he smell good), can feel the heat rolling off of him, can feel his breath against your skin.

“I have my ways,” he says mysteriously, his voice low as he leans in, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Oh?” you breathe, eyelashes fluttering as his lips skate over yours.

He hums, his breath fanning against your cheek as he tilts his head and leans in that last inch to claim your lips in a kiss. You sigh the moment his mouth touches yours, relief flooding your body as you melt into him. You’ve missed him, you finally admit, butterflies erupting in your belly as he brings his hands up to cradle your face. He angles your head a little as he slips his tongue into your mouth, thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks, making your heart ache. Your hands fist themselves in his shirt, pulling him across the threshold as you continue to plunder each other’s mouths. Once inside, he kicks the door closed, turning so he can press you against it. 

“Bedroom?” he pants, mouth hovering over yours.

You shake your head and instead point toward the couch in the next room. “Too far.”

He nods, smiling as he reclaims your mouth, maneuvering you both over to it. He frees you from your clothes along the way, his hands dragging across every newly-revealed inch of skin. You do the same for him, pressing soft kisses into the scars that litter his skin. Soon after, he’s pressing you into the plush cushions of your couch, pushing inside you slowly, so slowly, swallowing the moans that fall from between your lips with every thrust. You fall asleep in his arms, his body wrapped around yours possessively, reluctant to let you go.

—

It’s dusk outside when you wake, the warmth the sun had filled the room with earlier in the day had slowly leached away, replaced by the cool evening air. You shiver a little, burrowing into the warmth of Santiago’s body beside you. You still can’t believe he’s really here, that he found you; you’ll have to ask him how he managed that later. For now though, you’re content to just lay here in his arms and soak up his warmth.

Until your stomach growls, that is, remembering suddenly that you’d skipped lunch. You glance at Santi, trying not to wake him as you gingerly maneuver yourself out of his embrace and off the couch. Your legs are a little wobbly as you stand, but you remain upright as you search the floor for your clothes. Deja Vu hits you when you spot Santi’s t-shirt nearby, a pang of regret slicing through your gut as you pick it up and pull it on over your head. What would’ve happened if you’d stayed that day? If you’d at least said goodbye? 

You shake your head at the thought, quietly padding into the kitchen. It was pointless to dwell on the past, on what might’ve been; you couldn’t change things and neither could he. The Universe had seen fit to give you a second chance though, and you weren’t going to let yourself run away this time. You pull open your fridge, briefly scanning the contents before settling on a bowl of fruit you’d cut up earlier. You close the door with your hip, setting it on the counter and plucking a piece out. Flavor explodes in your mouth as you chew, the tartness of the fruit making your mouth water. You moan softly as you eat another piece, closing your eyes to savor the sweetness. 

You jump as Santiago’s strong hands squeeze your hips, his chin hooking over your shoulder, and you smile, leaning back into his solid, warm body. 

“Want some?” you ask, picking a piece of fruit between your fingers.

He hums, opening his mouth as you bring it to his lips, his tongue licking the excess juice off of your fingers. You bite your lip, plucking another piece from the bowl and tossing it into your mouth. You go back and forth like this for a while, talking about everything and nothing. Among other things, you learn where he’s from, what he does, why he was in Vegas, and you, in turn, tell him things about yourself. 

Later, long after the fruit has been eaten, he turns you around to face him, arms caging you in against the counter as he leans in to kiss you. He tastes exquisite, the sweetness of the fruit mingling with something so inherently him. You lick into his mouth, tangling your tongue with his and he groans, the sound sending a rush of warmth down your spine. He’s half hard against you, rutting against your hip, his fingers toying with the bottom of the shirt you’re wearing. When he pulls away to drag his lips down your neck, you sigh, fingers tanging in his curls as he sucks a mark into your skin.

“Santi,” you breathe, biting back a moan. “Why’d you come looking for me?” 

He hums, nipping at your collarbone, smiling when your breath catches. 

“Honestly?” he rasps, tone light as he pulls back to meet your eyes. “I really just wanted my shirt back.”

You snort a laugh, clapping a hand over your face in embarrassment. He chuckles, eyes crinkling as he leans in to claim your mouth again, his fingers slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. You get lost in the warm, slick slide of his lips against yours, every kiss stoking the fire burning beneath your skin, when a thought randomly occurs to you.

“Wait,” you mumble, gently prying his mouth from yours. “What’s your last name?”

His chuckles, brow furrowing in mild confusion. “Garcia, why?”

You smile, thumbing the ring on your finger as you lean in to kiss him. “Just curious.”

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