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evstostuff · 2 years

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Princess

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Pierre Gasly x Reader

Warning: 18+, language, unprotected sex, threesome, overstimulation, dominant Carlos and Pierre

Word count: 4,380….again got a little bit carried away

A/N: I am so sorry how long it has taken me to write this and then actually post it. NGL but this picture is my WEAKNESS. Like wtf how is it so hot or is it just me...

Thursday. Media day at the paddock.

You were fully prepared for a hectic day. It was the penultimate race.

Anticipation filled the air, everyone excited for what the weekend had in-store. Something seemed different for you, a tension was slowly rising.

“Y/N the press conference starts soon, are we ready?”

Carlos stood in front of you. He was awfully close. More than colleagues close. You could smell the woody undertones of his aftershave.

Shamefully, you eyed the Spaniard. His stuble short, shaved maybe a day or two ago. It suited him far too well for your liking.

“A picture would last long princess” Carlos smirked, proud he had caught you checking him out.

You scoffed moving a few steps back. Carlos furrowed his eyebrows as you moved away, disappointed that he could no longer smell the sweet scent of you perfume or hear how shallow your breathing went whenever he was close to you.

The dynamic between you and Carlos was full of sexual tension but there was something more going on. Carlos always had this sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you. Both of you wanted to blur the lines between colleagues but neither wanted to suffer the consequences if it ended badly.

Carlos was more willing than you, always commenting about how beautiful you looked, inviting you on dates or to his hotel room and getting close to you whenever no one else was looking. The advances were hard to deny, you nearly caved multiple times throughout the season but a job needed to be done and you couldn’t let your attraction to Carlos ruin that and your future within Ferrari and motorsport.

“I’m ready let’s go.” You sighed and scurried out of Carlos’ presence.

You and Carlos entered the press conference. The room was bustling with reporters and media staff for each driver. Carlos was due to be joined by Alex, Checo, Valterri and Pierre.

Merging in with the growing group of team staff near the door, you waited for the rest of the drivers to arrive.

Being slightly out of the way you could watch everyone including Carlos. He was talking to Valterri, both of them quite focused on the topic they were discussing. Carlos looked good. Who were you kidding, the man looked fuckable. His dark blue jeans clung to his muscly legs and the Ferrari team top fell perfectly on his broad shoulders. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling at your core because of him.

You had been so concentrated on the Spanish man that you hadn’t noticed that Pierre had walked in and joined Carlos on the stage. His eyes locked on you remembering every little detail about your body from a year ago. He couldn’t deny the annoyance he felt when he noticed how concentrated you were on his opponent.

Pierre shuffled in his seat trying to get comfortable and hide the growing hard on he was experiencing from the flashbacks he was currently having.

Your eyes flickered over to Pierre.

You couldn’t deny that Pierre was incredibly attractive. However, you had been there and done that. Very drunk and new to the paddock, it was inevitable that the growing flirtation between you and Pierre would bubble into a one night stand after Abu Dhabi.

Carlos clocked on to how you were looking at Pierre. Your eyes were dark, full with something Carlos couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was how you looked at him mere minutes ago hoping not to be caught. It wasn’t jealousy that was creeping up on Carlos. He didn’t like how you and Pierre were looking at each other. You were Carlos’ to flirt with and tease, you were his and no one else’s.

Pierre’s attention was drawn away from you as Carlos started up a conversation with him. You were watching the pair of them with lust filled eyes.

Both of them knew you were watching. Carlos not entirely happy that your attention was spilt between him and Pierre. On the other hand, Pierre was struggling to keep calm. Your eyes said it all, screamed how desperate you were to be properly fucked, to cum multiple times in several different ways.

He couldn’t help the affect you were having on him.

You weren’t able to concentrate, both drivers consumed your mind. This was exactly why you couldn’t sleep with Carlos, you were unable to focus on the job. You were supposed to be making notes recording how Carlos answered, how the press reacted to his answers and how to get ahead of any issues but you were far too focused on how you were desperate to have Carlos and Pierre close to you.

“So you and Y/N?” Carlos leant over and whispered to Pierre.

The Frenchman chuckled “Why you jealous?”

Carlos scoffed taken back by the question.

“She’s hot mate, you should really go there.” Pierre chuckled to himself as his mind replayed how good you felt wrapped around him. His eyes gave you a quick glance noticing how your eyes were wide at the pair interacting.

“Look at her, look at how she’s looking at us.” Pierre nodded his head in your direction.

Carlos snapped his attention to you, taking all of you in. He couldn’t look for too long as the way your eyes were gazing at him went straight to his cock. Carlos shuffled in his seat, carefully pulling at his jeans to readjust them.

“You okay there Sainz?” Pierre looked down at Carlos’ crotch wiggling his eyebrows and smirking.

That’s when it happened. You watched the Frenchman gently reach across to Carlos and tilt his chin up so they were now locked in eye contact. You thighs tightened together as your mouth fell open ever so slightly.

“Look at her mate, she’s ours.” The Frenchman whispered to Carlos.

Carlos was taken back by Pierre’s action and then the words that followed. He was curious as to what was running through his mind. The thoughts going through Carlos’ mind weren’t at all helpful, you were distracting him from remaining professional.

His eyes locked with yours, seeing the state of you, bottom lip now between your teeth. Carlos watched you with a smirk locked on his lips.

You had been caught red handed but you didn’t mind at all. Pierre and Carlos together was your new kryptonite and you didn’t know how you could avoid it at all.

The press conference ended. You sighed to yourself as you watched Carlos walk up to you. Behind everyone else you both walked out back to the Ferrari garage.

Much to your surprise Carlos’ hand found the small of your back, guiding you through the busy paddock. His touch was electric. It was as if his hands were all over your body.

Entering the Ferrari garage, both of you said your respected hellos to mechanics and engineers that you passed. You got to Carlos’ driver room with an empty corridor. You muttered a goodbye to Carlos.

“Where do you think you are going princess?” Carlos had grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into him. You were now pressed up against his body. His warmth radiating around you as he slivered his arm around your waist.

“I’ve got things to do Carlos.” You whispered not at all being confident in your answer.

“Oh princess, don’t you dare think you’ll get away with looking at me and Pierre the way you did during the conference.” Carlos’ words met your neck.

His lips gently worked their way up the exposed skin, kissing and nipping at everything available to him. Your breathing was heavy as every movement of Carlos’ lips sent waves of pleasure through your body.

“You’re mine after the race.” Carlos purred into your ear as he left one last kiss just below your ear and entered his driver room.

The rest of the weekend was a constant struggle trying to avoid Carlos and Pierre. Both drivers smirking at you whenever you walked by letting you know that they had something in store for you.

Carlos had done amazing throughout the weekend, securing P2 in the sprint and P3 in the race. Celebrations were definitely in order. Pierre on the other hand hadn’t had a brilliant weekend, P10 in the sprint and P14 in the race so commiserations were predicted.

The Ferrari team agreed to meet at one of the local clubs to celebrate Carlos’ brilliant weekend.

Brazil was booming, the streets full of people dancing and singing making their way in and out of the clubs.

You worked your way through the moving bodies in the club, you eyes searching for familiar faces. Eventually you found a group of your co-workers sat at the bar.

The faces in the crowds weren’t ones you recognised. Carlos was all you could look for. You wanted him to notice you.

Tactically, the silk dress you had decided to wear matched the Ferrari red of the podium winning car Carlos had been driving so well. You had decided to push the boat out with your outfit compared to previous options you had worn. The silk dress clung in all the right places, with the neckline slightly lower than your usual so your boobs were framed brilliantly for anyone and everyone to admire.

You were making small talk with a few of your colleagues at the bar, still scanning the many bodies to see if Carlos was anywhere.

One of your colleagues scoffed on their drink, drawing your attention back to him. You noticed his eyes wide and the colour draining out of his face. Slowly turning round, you were met with Pierre shirt clad muscular chest. Your eyes racked up his body, taking in everything about him.

Your eyes locked with the gold crucifix around his neck. Drunken confidence took over you as you twirled the cross over your fingers and gently tugged it forward, motioning for Pierre to come closer to you. Pierre’s hands grabbed your hips, pressing you against him.

“Be careful princess.” He chuckled.

“Or what Pierre?” You raised an eyebrow looking into the Frenchman’s hypnotic ocean eyes.

“I’ll fuck that attitude out of you in the toilets. Do not tempt me.” Pierre growled, his eyes locked on your lips.

His words sent shockwaves to your core. You could feel the excitement building within your thong.

Pierre gentle brushed a strand of hair from your face. His eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You held eye contact with the Frenchman, challenging him.

Pierre’s hand slivered round your neck giving it a small squeeze which earned him a smirk from yourself.

“Princess, I am going to do a lot more to you than kiss you.” Pierre dragged his eyes down your body.

Your mind became crowed with all the possible things Pierre was going to do to you. Excitement was building within you but was being damped by the lingering thoughts of the Spanish driver. You still hadn’t seen him and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was with another girl.

“I’ll find us a taxi back to the hotel.” Pierre whispered in your ear, snapping you away from your thoughts. As he pulled away from you, he lightly left a kiss on your lips.

You sighed, wanting more from the Frenchman to distract you from your thoughts of Carlos.

“Y/N.”

A shiver ran down your spine. The familiar woody scent surrounded you.

It was Carlos.

You spun around to be greeted by a not so happy Carlos. His eyes were burning deep into your soul, he was angry.

“What did I say would happen after the race?” He grumbled.

“I think the exact words you used where ‘you’re mine after the race’” You gulped whilst looking up at the Spaniard.

His hair was messy but in a styled way. You couldn’t help but think about pulling on the strands as he buried his head into your pussy.

“Oh Princess, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on what I said?” His fingers held your chin and pulled your lips just millimetres away from his.

You caved. Being that close to Carlos, you couldn’t help but crash your lips to his.

The sweet taste of whatever alcohol he had been drinking transferred onto your lips. His tongue glided across your bottom lip asking for permission which you gladly granted. Carlos’ hands were on your hips, pulling you close to him, your bodies pressed against each other. Your fingers ran through Carlos’ hair tugging ever so slightly, earning a small moan from him. The pair of you were so wrapped up in each other, waiting to see who would end the kiss to catch a breathe.

“I think you guys need to get a room.” Pierre smirked at the pair of you.

“I have a taxi waiting, if you’re both interested?”

Both of you looked at each other and then at the Frenchman. Carlos interlocked your hands together, gave you a wicked smile and guided you towards the door with Pierre.

The taxi ride back to the hotel was full of sexual tension, both drivers whispering the dirtiest of things in your ears making your thighs squeeze together in a tempt to release some of the pressure you were feeling at your core.

Soon enough you were outside of the hotel. Butterflies flooded your stomach, nerves slowly taking over from the confidence you were feeling in the club. Carlos noticed the shift in your behaviour.

His hand reached for yours.

“You know you don’t have to do any of this Princess.” He whispered in your ear as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

Princess. One simple word. One simple nickname. Your body reacted to the word, your core igniting.

“I want to do this.” You smirked, nudging Pierre to get out of the taxi.

Luckily, the Ferrari staff where all allocated rooms on the second floor of the hotel. You unlocked your room and let both of the drivers in. Your eyes followed both of their movements. Pierre chose the chair whilst Carlos picked the end of the bed.

“Come here Princess.” Pierre purred and patted his lap.

Bravery took over you.

You moved to straddle Pierre, your lace clad core coming into contact with the bulge in his trousers. Both of you let out a shaky moan at the friction. You attached your lips to Pierre’s exposed neck, leave little red and purple marks along the skin. Pierre’s fingers dug into your hips and started to rock you back and forth. The friction was blissful, you laced your fingers in Pierre’s hair and moaned.

Carlos watched both of you interact with each other. Hearing you moan went straight to his cock, causing a large tent to form within his jeans. His cock was rubbing against the zipper, begging for some attention.

“I think you need to show Carlos some attention Princess.” Pierre whispered in your ear nodding at the Spaniard noticing the growing bulge in his pants.

You slowly got off Pierre and walked over to Carlos, swaying your hips to taunt him. The movement earned you a sigh full of frustration.

Carlos’ eye were dark with lust as you approached him. Your hands found his chest and pushed him back further up the bed.

The Spaniard watched closely as your little hands fiddled with his jeans, trying to get them undone. He lifted his hips as you dragged them down his legs leaving him in his very tight black boxers. Your eyes locked with the bulge, drooling at thought of your mouth around his cock.

Slowly, you ran your fingers up his thigh and ghosted them across his cloth covered cock.

“Princess don’t tease me.” He growled.

You couldn’t help but smirk at Carlos.

Carefully, you pressed small kisses on the outline of his cock. Another grumble left Carlos. Taking the hint, you took his cock out of his boxers and started moving your hand up and down his length.

He wasn’t at all small. Carlos had the perfect mixture of length and girth. It made you drool.

You couldn’t help yourself, it was like you went into autopilot. The tip of your tongue licked from the base to the tip. You swirled your tongue and removed the small drops of pre-cum off of the tip. Carlos’ hand instantly gathered your hair into a ponytail and pushed your head down encouraging you to take him in your mouth. You did as he wanted, hollowing your cheeks to take him all in. The room filled with moans and Spanish swear words as you bobbed your head up and down.

Pierre watched in awe. His cock now fully hard and desperate to be inside you. Jealous that Carlos was getting all the attention, Pierre approached the bed to join in. His hands caressed your silk covered ass. He pulled one hand away to then reconnect it, spanking you. The jolt from the contact caused you to take Carlos deeper within your mouth.

“Fuck Princess.” Carlos moaned.

The Frenchman smirked. He lifted your dress up and bunched it around your hips. Pierre watched you clench your thighs together, noticing how desperate you were for some attention. Slowly, Pierre latched his finger around the black lace thong and pulled it down your legs.

“Princess you’re so wet.” Pierre dragged his forefinger through your folds and gathered your wetness.

“Carlos look at this.” Pierre held his finger up displaying your juices running down it.

The Spaniard groaned and guided your head up and down his cock a bit faster.

Pierre pulled his concentration back to your wet pussy. His finger found your entrance and slowly entered you, earning him a small moan that vibrated through Carlos’ cock.

He pumped his finger in and out a few times working you up to take another. A sharp gasp left you as Pierre entered another finger. He was moving fingers at an amazing pace, hitting every spot he needed to, leaving you moaning around Carlos.

You could feel your legs shaking as the knot within your stomach grew tighter. Your climax was close.

Pierre brought his other hand round to your clit. He rubbed small circles on the bundle of nerves. The added pleasure sent you into a frenzy.

Carlos could hear your moans change more towards screams of ecstasy. He pulled you off his cock, your mouth letting him go with a pop.

“Look at me when you cum princess. Tell me how good it feels.” Carlos demanded.

You looked into the Spaniard’s lustful eyes. With one final curl of Pierre’s fingers you came undone.

A string of profanities fell from your lips as you moaned Pierre’s name whilst clenching around his fingers. You didn’t break eye contact with Carlos until Pierre had removed his fingers.

As you sat back, Pierre came round to face you and tapped the two fingers that had just been inside you on your bottom lip. You opened wide and sucked his fingers clean. Carlos’ eyes went wide and he gulped.

“Fuck I want to taste you Princess. Get on your back.” Carlos demanded.

You did what he said and watched him lower himself down to your core. His lips kissed gently down each thigh.

Carlos wanted to make you beg, he wanted you to be a mess for him. You bucked your hips, hoping to get the message to Carlos.

“Use your words princess.” Carlos purred right in your pussy, his hot breath causing waves of pleasure to surge through you.

“Shit…Carlos please.” You whimpered.

That was enough for Carlos. His tongue darted out and circled your entrance. The contact sent shockwaves throughout your body.

Your hand tugged at the strands of his hair trying to pull him even closer to your core.

His tongue found your clit, circling and playing with it. He was enjoying how you reacted to him far too much.

Carlos wanted more of you but at that moment he wanted nothing more but for you to cum for him.

Pierre sat at the side of you, cock in hand, slowly stroking it. You reached out to him, wanting to help him get himself off.

Pleasure was shooting through your body as Carlos put his life into bringing you to your second orgasm whilst you lent Pierre a helping hand.

The all too familiar knot was threatening to break as Carlos devoured you. He moaned into your pussy as you bucked your hips into him. The vibrations tipped you over the edge. Carlos grabbed your legs holding them still as he continued to circle your clit as you screamed his name over and over again.

You had no time to really adjust, Carlos had quickly removed his tongue from your core and replaced it with his cock. He pushed into you.

Grabbing your legs he placed them on his shoulders as he fucked you relentlessly.

The Spaniard’s cock was something sculpted by the gods. His cock reached places within you that you didn’t know existed.

“Fuck princess, you look unreal taking my cock like this.” Carlos’ gripped tightened round your thighs.

The mere thought of the purple fingerprints being left of your thigh caused you to moan.

Carlos could feel you pulsing around his length as he proceeded to fuck you into oblivion.

Your eyes were screwed shut as you moaned out Carlos’ name, along with profanities and encouragements for Carlos to fuck you like his life depended on it.

You still had your hand around Pierre’s cock, gently stroking it for you as he watched Carlos help you come undone again.

Pierre could see how close you were.

“You can cum for us Princess.” Pierre cooed at you.

As Pierre granted you permission, Carlos’ hand snaked around your neck. He gave it a light squeeze.

Your eyes rolled back. The pleasure was too much, you were definitely over stimulated from the previous two orgasms. Your back arched off the bed as the knot untied. Pleasure washed over your body. Carlos’ name screamed for everyone to hear.

Carlos completely obsessed with the sight in front of him, lost all restraint and released his load inside of you.

You eventually came back to earth as the Spaniard pulled out of you.

“My turn.” Pierre cheered.

In all honesty you didn’t know if you could handle a fourth orgasm. You legs slammed shut.

“Get on your knees princess.” Pierre demanded.

You looked at him with pleaded eyes.

“Do as you’re told princess.” Pierre growled. His hand around your neck forcing you to look at him.

Pierre being dominant, flipped a switch inside of you.

You did as you were told. On all fours waiting for Pierre and looking at Carlos.

Pierre dragged his cock up and down your folds and then slammed into you. You couldn’t help but moan, your hand fisting at the bed sheets.

His cock stretched you out, the waves of pain changed to pleasure as the Frenchman continued to hit that special spot inside you.

Pierre was amazing in bed but there was something about Carlos that put him slightly in front.

With every slam of Pierre’s hip, you felt the knot building in your stomach.

Pierre wrapped your hair round his hand and pulled you up against his chest. He continued to fuck you as he sucked at your exposed skin.

Carlos closed in on you, hands roaming up your sides. His hands reached your breasts.

In one sudden movement, Carlos had ripped your dress open at the front and was pulling it off you.

You want to complain at the Spaniard, but before you got the chance to utter a word his lips were on yours.

The kiss was full of lust and passion. His handles fondling your breast, rubbing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger through the lace of your bra.

You were putty in the hands of Carlos and Pierre. The pleasure becoming unbearable, you were begging for your release to wash over you.

It was as if Carlos had read your mind. One of his hands left your breast and made its way down to your clit.

The Spaniard rubbed circles on the button of nerves.

“Fuck Carlos.” You locked eyes with him.

“Cum.” Carlos whispered in your ear.

His encouragement pushed you over the edge. Pleasure coursed through your veins.

Pierre followed shortly, your name being moaned as he held your hips close to him.

You pulled away from Pierre and collapsed on the bed.

Both drivers got up from the bed. Pierre grabbing his clothes and putting them back on.

Carlos had disappeared. Eventually he came back with a damp wash cloth and his shirt.

He gently cleaned you up and put you in his shirt. After buttoning the last button he pressed a small kiss to your lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow on the jet Carlos. Y/N let me know if you ever want to do that again.” The Frenchman interrupted.

Pierre retreated back to his room. There was no way he could compete with Carlos. It was obvious that there was more than sexual chemistry between the pair of you.

Carlos had gathered his things and started to walk to the door.

“Keep the shirt Y/N. It looks better on you than it does me.” Carlos gave you a small smile.

“You can stay Carlos.” You whispered just loud enough that he could hear as you fiddled with the end of his shirt.

A shadow grew over you. Carlos stood in front of you.

You looked up into his chocolate eyes, completely lost in them.

“I would like that.” Carlos smiled at you

You moved over in the bed and patted the empty space next to you.

The Spaniard got in and pulled you against his chest. His hand running through your hair.

“I don’t share princess, so I am never doing that again.” Carlos whispered.

You giggled.

“I don’t like sharing either.” Your lips gently kissed up Carlos’ chest.

“Fancy going solo this time?” You gave the driver a questioning look.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Carlos grinned pinning you underneath him and connecting your lips.

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ievutebebe · 1 year

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~Purple Rain~

Summary – You are at a party, where your friends like always had disappeared and you were stuck on the couch in between couples making out pretending to be on your phone. But it all changes in the kitchen.

Pairing – Pre-outbreak/no outbreak Joel Miller x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI 18+, use of alcohol, reader is drunk, but everything is consensual, unprotected p/v sex, use of ‘daddy’ kink (like a lot), fingering, chocking, inexperienced reader, reader is in her early/mid 20s and Joel is in his late 30’s-early40’s. Creampie, rough sex, squirting. Joel is good at convincing and praising. Anything else? Let me know.

Word count- 4,4K

RATING- 18+

A/N- Was listening to purple rain and my brain came up with an idea for a fanfic so wrote it all down. Also, this is my first time writing smut so apologies for any bad grammar or if you spot any mistakes. I actually was going to scrap this but decided to just go for it💀

Promise that part 2 of the fangirl fic is coming soon.

Inspired by~ Purple rain of course and @amandaapascalll love her brain so much.

RULES: READ THIS WHILST LISTENING TO PURPLE RAIN

You are lonely at a party full of people, but you are avoiding everyone by pretending to be on your phone because of your anxiety.

You lift your head up to look at the crowd, your eyes land on a handsome man and he makes eye contact with you, but when he does you look away. When you try to peek again, you see that he has company. Sipping on your drink you realise that you need a refill so make your way to the kitchen.

On your way out you bump into this mysterious man and spill your drink all over his white shirt.

“Howdy?”. He says whilst standing in the door frame, but it was too late as you weren’t looking where you were going.

“Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry”. Wine splashes all over his shirt, exposing his muscly chest.

“It’s alright darling”. He says rubbing your shoulder.

“Come in here I will clean it, I feel awful”.

“Look it’s really not a big deal darl-“. you grab his hand and lead him into the kitchen where you find a cloth and damp it in the lukewarm water.

“Sit right there for me”. You point to the chair.

“Alright bossy pants”. He abides and sits right where you told him to.

You make your way to him and crouch in between his legs in attempt to rub off the wine stain on his shirt which, by the way is not going well. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why is he hot? Stay focused, stay focused.

“You really don’t have to do th-“ he tries to speak.

“Shh” you shush him by pressing your finger to his soft pouty lips.

It is your go to phrase when you are drunk, you like to shush everyone. There is no way you would have this much confidence if it weren’t for alcohol running in your system, but you aren’t complaining.

“So, my names Joel by the way, how about you?”. Joel breaks the silence.

“My name is Y/N”. You look up making eye contact with him.

“That is a lovely name rhymes with Miller don’t you think?” He shoots you a wink.

“Mmhm not a bad pick-up line”. You try so hard to not smile like a schoolgirl, if it was supposed to work on you it sure did, but you weren’t about to make it obvious and out yourself.

“It’s not a pickup line, it’s the truth” he smirks as he is staring down on you in between his legs, making you fluster and this time you are unable to hold back a smile from forming on your lips, so you look down and continue your task of getting the damn wine stain off.

As you are rubbing the stain, you place your other hand onto his thigh to keep yourself sturdy, without paying any attention your fingers brush on his crotch and he groans.

“Joel are you okay?” you stop for a moment and look back up at him.

“Yeah, I’m ok, just um your hand.”

“Oh! shit sorry.” You look at your hand and realise that it is right on his private part, you quickly move it but can’t help your face from turning red as your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“No need to be sorry, quite enjoyed that to be honest.” He adjusts his jeans.

Did he just flirt? No way can’t be, FUCK I must be imagining things. He is so fucking hard, ain’t no way. Focus, focus, focus. Don’t look... You try as hard as you can to resist the temptation of your thoughts from taking control.

You give the shirt a few more pointless attempts in hopes that the stain magically disappears, but it doesn’t. You decide its best to give up and stop embarrassing yourself by pretending that you can get the stain off.

You let out a huff. “Oh gosh it’s really not coming off, I’m so sorry Joel” you say biting onto your lower lip whilst looking up at him and batting your eyelashes.

He lifts your chin to face him “Well, it is a wine stay after all, look it’s okay”.

He gets up, giving you his hand to hold onto whilst helping you get up. “Give me this let’s put it down, I have a better idea.” He takes the cloth from your other hand and throws it into the sink.

“What idea?” You focus your gaze on what he is doing.

“How about I just take it off”

~faint purple rain song starts to play in the background~

He starts to seductively unbutton his shirt at a slow pace and then takes it off throwing it onto the floor.

“Holy shit” you close your eyes. “What is it?” “Oh, someone is shy.” He laughs playfully.

“You are, you are naked.” You squint your eyes as hard as you can to resist from looking. “No, I am not honey.” “It’s okay you can look, no need to be shy.”

~The music is now louder and both of you can hear it~

His warm ochre eyes are glinting from the faint light above as he steps forward to you and extends his hand. “Shall we?”

You grinned wider as you took Joel’s calloused hand and held it with both of yours.

“We shall.” Your voice grows quieter as you take a step closer to him, holding his hand tightly. ~I never meant to cause you any sorrow~

His eyes seem to sparkle even more at your quick response - the wrinkles under his eyes seem to fade away as he pulls you in closer, chest to chest. ~I never meant to cause you any pain~

Joel’s face lights up at your reaction, his gaze softening and his ears flushing a slight shade of pink. You fail to stifle a small laugh and your cheeks match the colour of his ears. ~I never wanted to be your weekend lover~

Both of you keep traversing through the room, your footfalls drowned out by the sound of bubbling laughter.

“May I?” Joel grins expectantly, lifting your hand above your heads. ~I only wanted to be some kind of friend, hey~

Whatever answer you planned on giving him dissolved in giggles as you twirl under his arm.

“I’ll take that as a yes, honey.” He blushes deeper as you steady yourself, meeting his gaze. A gaze full of emotion - adoration, awe, and something more. ~Baby I could never steal you from another~

Joel clears his throat and looks down to your feet, his moving slower as he thinks for a moment.

“Joel?” You skid the rhythm to a halt after asking.

“I just…” Joel leans in closer, his eyes flitting to yours. ~It’s such a shame our friendship had to end~

You don’t say anything instead just get on your tiptoes and place your hands around his neck until your lips meet his, he kisses your lips gently and slowly, but the kiss quickly grows hungrier and passionate.

~Purple rain, purple rain~

He picks you up without breaking the kiss walks towards the door, locks it and then sets you down on a table lifting the hem of your dress up to your hips.

His hands are gliding up your thighs caressing them in stroking motions closer to your core. He kisses down your neck making his way to your chest and uses his hands to free your boobs.

He uses his finger to glide it from your neck down to your nipple. He then rubs your nipple before using both of his hands to squeeze your boobs and returning one of his hands back to your thigh.

His calloused hand on your thigh makes you whimper, you try to close your legs and your pussy clenches on nothing, but he stops you by using his other hand to spread your legs back open by squeezing on your thigh roughly, whilst his other hand caresses your cunt through your soaked lacy thong that is drenched in your juices. ~Only want to see you underneath the purple rain~

“What baby?”. “Nuh uh, you want me to stop?”.

“Don’t stop please”. You say breathlessly as he rubs your g spot.

“Such a needy girl”.

“Yes Joel, need you so bad”.

“So sensitive”.

“Yes, daddy”.

“Baby you’re so wet, is this how bad you want me?”.

“Yesyesyes, Joel” “Please, need your fingers”. You plead.

He pulls your thong off and slides his digits into your folds using them to rub your pussy in gentle circular motions to gather your slick.

Once there is enough wetness, he slides two fingers into your pussy curling them as they dissolve inside of you, deep inside your abyss, reaching his knuckles, you arch back a little and close your eyes.

Moans and whimpers escape from your mouth as he continues to pump them in and out of you hitting the spot that makes your toes curl.

“Such a tight little pussy baby”.

“Mmm yess daddy”.

Moaning feels up the whole kitchen, all that comes out your mouth is “Joel” over and over again.

“Remember if it’s too much at any point just say red light, okay?”

“Yes, that’s okay Joel”.

He is working his two fingers in your pussy, placing the thumb on your g spot and rubs it.

When he places his thumb on your aching clit and continues to deeply finger you, it makes you cry out in pleasure and your pussy flutters around his fingers pulsing now which makes him finger you at a quicker pace, your hips move to ride his fingers as you are approaching your release.

“Joel I’m close”. “I know darlin’ can feel you squeezing my fingers”.

“You’re doing such a good job baby”. He places his other hand onto your belly to have a tighter grip on you and takes your hard nipple into his mouth sucking on it and giving it a lick as he let goes.

“Come on honey, come for daddy”.

“Come all over my fingers”.

“Soak em baby, want to taste your honeydew”. It doesn’t take long until you come undone soaking his fingers.

“Fuck! I knew you would taste good, as sweet as honey, I could spend hours between your pretty pussy”. He pulls his fingers out of you and puts them in his mouth.

“You did so well, now you are ready for daddy’s cock aren’t ya? Going to let me ruin that pretty pussy of yours?” he reaches down to unbuckle his belt and unzips his jeans, letting them drop and frees his cock out of his boxers taking it into his hand giving it a few strokes it and moves closer.

You let out a gasp from seeing how thick his cock is and that it is already hard when he lets it sprung free.

"Go on, take it pretty girl".

You take his cock into your hands pump him until his pre cum leeks, you’re about to lean in and take his cock into your mouth when he stops you by pushing you on your back until you lay flat on the table.

“See how hard you make me baby?” “This is all you and your sweet little pussy”.

“Mhmm, Joel need you so bad, please”. You brush your thumb over his tip.

“Not yet baby, you have to be patient”. “Daddy is in charge here”. “Be a good girl for me”.

“Yes daddy”.

He taps the tip of his cock on your sensitive throbbing pussy, drenching it in your arousal.

Then moves his cock up and down your pussy, teasing you at your entrance, making it seem like he is about put it in but instead he just slides back up to your g spot and slowly moves it down again repeating it a couple of times.

“How about I, yeah you like that baby?” “You like how I feel huh, dirty little slut” “Say it” he uses the other hand to choke you slightly to get a response out of you.

“Yesyesyes Joel fuck please” “I need you inside, please daddy, pleasepleaseplease”. You beg as you can’t handle anymore teasing, your pussy is aching for him.

“That’s what I like to hear”. “I like to hear you begging to be fucked like the whore you are”.

“You will depend on daddy’s dick, baby”.�� He speaks in a possessive and low voice.

He leans on top of you as you lay flat on your back on the kitchen table, he uses both of his hands to grab your waist to slide you down closer to his hard as a rock cock whilst holding you in a firm grip to position himself at your entrance.

“Shit baby you’re so damn tight”. “Mmm, feel so good”. He shuts his eyes as he enters your tight pussy.

He thrusts in deep but not all the way, but it is enough for you to moan and arch making you slide up and his cock slip out.

He puts it back inside, but you place your hand on his chest trying to push him off a little because of the pain and not having time to adjust to his length. You’ve never fucked a guy with a big and thick cock as Joels, you’re not sure you can take it. It’s so big you can feel it stretch your tight walls and cling to his cock.

“Oh nuh uh baby doll no escaping, you can take it”.

“Joel I-“ you slide up again.

“Nonono don’t think so baby, you stay right here” He positions himself at your entrance and pushes in deeper this time then before using both of his hands to keep you in place not letting move not one bit as his hands dig into your bones.

“And keep your eyes open for me”. He commands.

“Shit! Joel I can’t” you see stars for a moment, and everything goes black in your vision.

“Your dick is too big, I-i cant Joel” you stutter “It hurts”.

“You can take it sweet girl I know it”. His thrusts slow down and he fucks you at a slower pace.

“Gotta get used to it baby”. “I will be gentle, relax for me” you abide to his command, as you completely give in, the pain fades and ecstasy takes over. His cock is stretching and moulding your tight pussy is addictive and any pain you feel is titillating.

“Atta girl just like that”.

“J-joel-“.

“Doing so well for daddy aren’t ya?” “Good girl” he whispers in your ear. “Daddy is proud of you, you feel so good baby doll, your pussy is perfect like it was made for me”.

He sucks on your neck, pretty sure it will leave a mark, but you are way past the good girl shit right now it doesn’t even matter, a problem for another day.

He is fucking you so good you didn’t think anything could make it even better but him whispering into your ear and feeling his breath and warmth on your sweaty body only made you feel more intoxicated and orgasmic.

It’s like your pussy was made for him, his dick was sculpting your pussy and stretching it as if it was her first rodeo.

Although Joel hasn’t pushed himself all the way in yet, it sure didn’t feel like it to you, you didn’t think there was more to come.

“I’m going to come” You cry out.

“Hold on baby can’t let you come yet, not even in all the way baby”.

“What? Joel it’s too big I can’t take more”. Your eyes go wide as you look down at his cock seeing that he is barely thrusting past his tip. Your lack of experience at sex really is catching up to you.

“Yes, you can, sweet girl”.

“I will slide it in a little further, is that okay?” He brushes his nose against yours gently, moving deeper into your hole and you let out a moan.

“Yesss daddy”.

“Fuck daddy, fuuuck!”. You feel his warm hairy balls slam against your ass cheeks, making your pussy clench whenever his cock disappears into your body.

“Good girl, doing so well”.

He feels your pussy clench around his cock “Not yet, daddy’s not done with you”. “Come here”.

He gets up, pulling out up to his tip, holding your hand to help you sit up, when you do, he picks you up gripping onto your thighs just below your ass and you place your hands around his neck. You choke out a sob when he sinks your pussy down onto his veiny shaft, your head falls back, and eyes roll to the back of your head.

Joel is pounding into you at a brutal pace, pushing himself all the way into you before pulling out only to slam straight back it. His balls strike your ass with each thrust adding to your building orgasm making your pussy tighten and thighs ache as your legs swing in the air.

His cock is reaching so deep inside of you that you can feel him in your lower belly, the only words you manage to choke and cry out in between the moans are “Joel” “fuck! daddy” “don’t stop”.

It’s buried so deep that you struggle to keep your eyes open and they water making your vision blurry while your nails dig into the back of his neck.

Joel isn’t being merciful at all, he uses his hips to thrust in you with his thick shaft to stretch and fill you up. Your pussy makes a sloppy sound as he uses your entrance however, he pleases, and you feel a sudden urge to pee.

“Whose pussy is it baby?” “Speak”.

“Yours daddy, only yours”. You manage to choke out.

“Anyone fuck you like this before?”. Joel slams all the way into you and stops moving for a moment before pulling out and thrusting straight back in making you squeal.

“UHHH! no daddy”. “AHH- only you”.

“Mhmm that’s what I like to hear baby doll”. Joel grits his teeth.

“Yes, daddy just like that”. “Yesyesyes-yes”.

You can feel him hitting your cervix, your body tensing and pussy pulsing with pleasure every-time he pounds into you.

“Joel, Joel, Joel fuck fuuck!” “I-I I’m going to c-“.

“Come for me, I ain’t going to last much longer”. You know he is close as his thrusts are now even faster and messier.

“Fuck, I’m going to come baby”. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, I’m on a pill”.

You come undone drenching him as your muscles tense up and his release follows shortly after one last powerful thrust.

He empties his balls deep inside of you, and you feel his warm liquid drip and flood your walls.

You don’t even realise it but when you come you completely drain him in your release and some of it had dripped on the kitchen floor.

He doesn’t pull out straight away, both of you are in the post sex haze panting trying to come down from your highs.

Breathing evens out and he finally puts you down gently onto your feet and you tremble on your limp legs and grip onto his bicep as your feet give in, Joel reacts quickly and wraps his arm around you to help you stay up.

“Ooop oop oop, I gotchu baby girl, you okay there?”.

“Yes, just can’t really feel my legs and everything is spinning woah-” you giggle.

“It’s okay baby girl you’re all drunk from daddy’s cock aren’t ya?”

“Yes daddy”.

“Go sit for me baby, I will get you cleaned up”. “Can you do that for me?” He pulls his pants on and buckles his belt.

“Yeah”. You make your way and slump into the chair.

But you are still intoxicated from sex that your sight is still blurry. You can’t help but replay the sex that you just had with Joel in your mind.

Joel ignited something within you, him pounding into you and his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust made your body burn with desire and lust for more. There are so many more ways you would love to fuck him or even let him fuck your tits and have him come all over them. Suck his cock until his cum drips deep down your throat. You’ve only just fucked Joel minutes ago, but you are already looking forward to fucking him again. He fucks like a god with years of expertise.

He grabs your panties from the floor and makes his way to you.

“Open your legs for me baby”.

“Hey, hey! don’t fall asleep yet baby”. Joels tone is quite and gentle.

“Sorry, what did you say?”.

“I will get you cleaned up; can you open up for me?” “Oh yes, sorry” you can’t help but smirk looking down at Joel.

“It’s alright”.

He used your panties to wipe your pussy clean from both of your releases and then used the warm cloth to clean you up. He doesn’t give you the panties back instead he stuffs them down the pocket of his jeans without you noticing.

You pull your dress down and put the straps back on to hide away your boobs.

“S okay daddy’s gotcha” he wraps his hands around your waist.

“Did so well for me baby” pecks your cheek.

“Mhmm”

“You okay baby doll?”

“Yes, just feel tired”.

“It’s ok baby, let me get you some water”.

“Here you go and um so have you got a boyfriend darling?” Joel feared the answer to this question, but he had to know, a part of him hoped that he a chance with you and that he could see you again and ask you out on a proper date to do right by you.

“No” you choke on the sip of your water before answering.

“Easy, easy now” “The only thing you should be choking on is my cock”.

“Good one Mr Miller”.

“How come a girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend, look at you baby doll, you are perfect”.

“I guess I just prioritised my studies, I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend it’s not a priority for me, you know”. A lot of guys tried so hard to get your attention and constantly asked you out on dates, but none of them felt homely or long-term type of relationships so you just focused on getting your degree. However, one look at Joel made you rethink your ways, this instant attraction to him didn’t compare to any of your silly crushes you had before it was more intimate and nerve cracking. No guys had ever made you nervous the way Joel did, you stuttered in front of him.

“Any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you, but I get it”.

“How about you, Mr Miller, you got a girl?” you ask dreading what his answer may be in anticipation.

“No darling I don’t”.

“Well, I guess that means we are both single” you say in relief.

“Yes, baby I am all yours and now that we both established that we are single, how about I give you a ride home”.

“That’s very kind of you Mr Miller” you tease. “Oh please, just call me Joel”.

“Alright daddy Joel it is”. You giggle.

“Come on let’s get out of here”. He grabs your hand and walks out of the party holding your hand in his.

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Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of."

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that?

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man."

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?"

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about."

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing.

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

#smut #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #chris hemsworth x oc #chris Hemsworth x ofc #chris Hemsworth series #thor series #thor smut #thor x you #chris Hemsworth #chris hemsworth fic #chris hems x you #chris hems x oc

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sodasback · 3 years

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The Kegger - For You Series

JJ Maybank x Allie Routledge (John B’s younger sister)

Allie was sitting on a log next to some tourist, a good looking guy, who was obviously not in high school. JJ turned to look at them when Allie let out an exaggerated giggle at something dumb the tourist said and then he watched while the stupid touron’s hand started to move from it’s spot on her knee and up her bare thigh. JJ didn’t know it but he was crushing his beer can and clenched his jaw so loud that Pope and Kie noticed.

“WOW! You are so jealous!” Kie said teasingly to JJ.

“What?” JJ said pulled from his trance of imagining breaking the nose of the touron that had his hands on Allie. “Pfft! No! She’s like my little sister! I’m just being protective.” JJ defended.

“Really? ‘Cause her actual brother barely cares.” Pope nodded towards John B. talking to some friends at the keg, completely not concerned with Allison and the guy flirting with her.

“Please J, we all know you’ve always had a thing for Allie.” Kie said.

“I do not! It’s Allie. I’d never do that to John B.” JJ said reminding himself more than trying to convince Pope and Kie.

“So if she wasn’t John B.’s little sister, you’d admit you’re in love with her?”

JJ glared at the two of them before groaning. “I’m not talking to you guys anymore. I’m not in love with Allie!” He emphasized as he walked away.

Pope and Kie smiled at each other, “So he’s totally head over heels for her right?” Pope asked.

“Oh 1000%” Kie agreed.

Allie saw JJ approach and shot him a glare knowing he was about to interrupt her and try to cock block this tourist, but he didn’t even glance at her, just squeezed in between Allie and the tourist on the log.

“Dude, what the fuck?” the tourist asked, obviously pissed off at the interruption.

“Oh. hey man! Sorry, didn’t see you there.” JJ said sarcastically, putting his arm around Allie’s shoulders, “did I interrupt you hitting on my 17 year old baby sister? ...yeah, dude, I know she’s a minor, so I feel like-”

“This is your brother?” The tourist interrupted.

“No! He’s not.” Allie said sharply, looking at JJ and pushing his muscly arm off of her, “He’s just jealous, but trying to pretend he’s being protective instead.”

JJ looked at her and smirked as he drank from his solo cup, obviously proud of himself and amused as the tourist looked confused and then sighed, fed up with the drama this was turning into. “Whatever” he said walking away.

“What the fuck JJ?!” Allie yelled at him as she stood up to face him still seated on the log.

“Ya know, I feel like people are always saying that to me!” he chuckled sarcastically, but Allison was not amused, “What Allie?! Are you seriously mad at me for saving you from a hugely disappointing 5 minutes that doesn’t end with you in an orgasm?” He raised his eyebrows as he sipped his beer again.

She just gaped at his bold statement.

“And you know what Allie? I’m not jealous! You’re like my litter sister!” he scoffed. And JJ didn’t miss the flash of disappointment cross Allie’s face, which she failed to hide fast enough.

He cocked his head to the side while the grin on his face grew. “Wait a damn minute! Was that disappointment I just saw? You want me to be jealous, don’t you?” He asked standing up and getting excited while Allie crossed her arms and put on her best poker face. “You want me to look at you as something other than a little sister, don’t you?!” he teased further as he looked down at her, trying to break her.

“I don’t know JJ, do guys practically break their necks trying to check out their ‘little sister’s’ ass in a bikini?” she asked indignantly, using air quotes.

“I never-” JJ smiled and shook his head, but she interrupted and leaned in next to his ear, “Or get hard watching me eat a popsicle?”

And she saw JJ’s jaw drop a little and she pulled away from him, “Yeah. I knew you were watching me dumbass ...you really think that’s how I would normally eat a popsicle?”

JJ just closed his mouth and rolled his lips into each other knowing he lost this battle. “Later ...bro” Allie said walking away from him.

...

Allie continued to get a little drunk, because even though she was annoyed at JJ for cock-blocking her with the tourist, the fact that JJ might be jealous gave her all kinds of satisfaction, which only reminded her that she liked JJ way more than her brother’s best friend. And she had a feeling JJ knew this too, and yet, there he was along with John B entertaining a whole group of girls. JJ caught Allie scowling at him and he just gave her a smirk and a wink before going back to making his new-found groupies giggle. Allie rolled her eyes and downed another screwdriver. Then she had an idea. As immature and petty as it was, she decided 2 could play at this game.

Allie grabbed the bag of cut-up limes, the tequila and the salt. She stood on top of the one giant wooden table someone had built and left down here at Boneyard party years ago. "Who wants to do body shots?!" She yelled. Immediately, a dozen boys and some eager girls surrounded the table. She didn't even look over to see if JJ had heard. Allie helped a girl lay on the table and after a guy licked some salt off her stomach, took a shot of some tequila and then took the lime out of her mouth.

"Hey, when is it your turn?" one of the hot tourists asked Allie. She smiled and hopped up on the table to lay down.

What Allie didn't see was John B and JJ exchanging admonishing glances. JJ shook his head and walked over to the table indicating he would handle it.

"Allie, what are you doing?" JJ asked, annoyed as he reached the table. She sat up leaning back on her elbows and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why do you care JJ? You jealous?" She cruelly teased with an edge to her voice. JJ just glared at her, before looking away and shaking his head yet again at her antics, "Or you just don't want your 'little sister' acting like a whore?" she asked taking off her tank top and throwing it at him, before she poured salt in the cleavage revealed by her bikini top.

The tourist slightly pushed JJ out of the way as he bent down to lick it off her, but JJ shoved him hard before he could touch Allie. Then JJ grabbed Allie's arm and pulled her off the table. "Come on!" He said dragging her through the party.

Allie chuckled darkly as she struggled to keep up, "This whole jealous toxic masculinity doesn't look good on you, just fyi." But JJ ignored her, pulling her to a secluded area. Allie had to admit though, this was her plan all along and even though it definitely was not a healthy way to get JJ’s attention, she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t actually super turned on by what was happening.

"What JJ?! What?! You came in like the bad big brother and pulled me away! Now what?"

"What is wrong with you Allie?! Letting random guys do body shots off of you?! You were about to let that guy lick your tits?! What the fuck?! You think that's cool to get wasted and let guys just take advantage of you?"

"First of all, I'm not fucking wasted! Secondly, they aren't taking advantage if I'm consenting to it dumbass. And three, it's frickin harmless! It's not like I'm fucking random tourists every weekend!" She threw at him.

JJ stared at her angrily with a furrow in his brow for a minute. "Yeah?! What was that earlier tonight then, huh?! Were you not gonna go home with that fucking touron if I hadn't interrupted?"

"Okay, so my one time versus your dozens of girls?!" She threw her hands out as they continued yelling at each other.

"Why do you think I do that Allie?! Huh?! Why do you think I hookup with random girls?"

She looked at him confused. "What the fuck, JJ?" she muttered, "Because you're a fucking horny teenage fuckboy? How am I supposed to know?!"

"You ever think it's because I can’t be with the girl I want to be with ...because she’s my best friend’s little sister? And everyone on this island knows I’m no good for her?! So yeah, I sleep with random girls, smoke all day, get in fights and just, in general, be a fuck up, because I might as well live up to everyone’s expectations of me, right? ...If I can’t have the one girl I’ve been in love with since we were kids, then what’s the point of trying to be better?” He finished, shrugging and staring at her, furrow in his brow still present.

Allie stayed quiet for a second, as the tension in her face relaxed at the realization that JJ was actually admitting feelings for her and then returning as she heard what JJ thought of himself.

“Whatever, just forget it okay?” He muttered and started to walk past her.

“JJ, wait!” She called after him.

He stopped, but didn’t turn around yet, just let out a sigh, “What Allie?” He asked tiredly and started to turn around. Allie walked up to him and crashed her lips on his. No softness or gentleness about it, just 11 years of pining after one another sparking a fire that ignited when their lips touched. JJ’s arms instantly around Allie’s waist, pulling her as close as possible. Her hands on his cheek and neck, fingers snaking through his hair.

They pulled apart, breathing heavy, foreheads pressed together. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember JJ Maybank.” She whispered. He searched her face for a second making sure this was real before kissing her again.

As much as Allie never wanted to stop kissing JJ, she also had something important to tell him, so she pulled away and held his face in her hands. “You might think you’re a fuck-up. But I think you’re charming and ...and fucking electric and insanely smart and fiercely loyal. You are the most amazing guy with the biggest heart and if you ever talk that way about my JJ again, I’ll have to kick your ass.”

“Oh, I’m your JJ now, huh?” he smirked.

“Damn straight ...always have been.” She smirked back before kissing again.

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#JJ Maybank x OC #JJ Maybank x Allie Routledge #JJ Maybank #Outer Banks #outer banks imagine #Obx fan fiction #obx #For You Series

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ryvgvji · 4 years

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Hear me out on this one- bnha (you can choose characters)'s reaction to their friend low-key flirting with one of their parents? Of course, if you don't want to, or don't feel comfortable doing this, then don't worry about it.

some mha crack headcannon up head y’all i’m warning y’all 😭 thank you so much for requesting this, i loved writing this!

✰ characters: Hitoshi Shinsou, Shouto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya✰

✰ their reaction to you low-key flirting with their parent ✰

(apologies for any grammar errors)

Shinsou Hitoshi:

although Aizawa isn’t his parent, he looks up to him as one

he finds it disturbing

he thinks your fucking mental

the fuck do you want with his teacher

you had came over to Shinsou’s on the weekend. he told you that he would be training with his teacher Mr. Aizawa. quiet frankly, the man was good looking.

so while out in the backyard with him and Shinsou, you watched from above your phone as they spared with each other on the grass. the tightly fit tank top and dark sweats that Aizawa had on were perfectly accentuated his figure. the way his muscle flex and loosen each time he moves. boy was that a sight to see. he threw Shinsou down onto the grass and locks his arm between his thigh cause Shinsou to tap out. “always keep your guard up.” he says as he helps him up. “okay Aizawa.” “okay. good job with practice today. you did great, keep up the good work.” he says as he walks with Shinsou over to where you sat. “it’s hot out here.” he says and takes gulps from his water. “you don’t say.” your eyes wonder from his arms to the slightly noticeable bulge of his length. oh, he’s big.

“ms. y/n? you’d say something?” Aizawa asked you. “hm. oh nothing.” you smiled at him. looking over to your friend Shinsou you saw shocked look on his face. “have a good day you two.” he hugs Shinsou then you. you allow your hands to run over his muscly back, slowly raking your nails over down the material of his shirt. “okay i think that’s enough.” Shinsou says and unwrap your arms from around his teacher pulling you away. you made grabby hands towards Aizawa as he walked away. when completely out of range, you turn to Shinsou and scowl. “why’d you do that.” you playfully punch his shoulder. “cause that’s just disgusting y/n.” he shakes his head walking into the house. “hey, wait for me. it’s not my fault he’s sexy.”

Shouto Todoroki:

he’s mentally disturbed

why must you do that to the poor baby?

he’s soul done left his body

he probably finna ignore you for that and tell you to get out his house

Shouto had asked if you wanted to work together and study for an upcoming test. course you couldn’t say no to that.

sitting at the big dining table by the kitchen, you both go over your notes and answers from test questions and correcting them. just then Endevour, Shouto’s dad come into the kitchen and talks to Shouto even though he’s not even listening to him. “do you hear me Shouto?” “yeah, whatever.” he kept looking at his notes. “anyways y/n, so this is how you do it.” he explains to you the question that you got wrong. hearing but not listening, you watch as his father moves around the kitchen. muscles flexing as he lets out soft grunts. the ass was looking right as he squats down to put something in the cabinet. “damn.” you whisper slightly biting your lips. “it’s not polite to stare.” he says back still facing you. with wide eyes you act like you weren’t looking as you pretended to read the question on the paper. “huh?” you looked up at him. “you should be focusing on your work. or else you’ll be punished.” he folds his arms over his chest. “i’m not stopping you.” you smirk. he shakes his head and walks away down the hall.

turning to Todoroki you seem him staring at you with disappointment. you’ve been caught. “yes?” you look at him. “why?” he asks you in a monotone. “why what?” you act like you don’t know what he’s talking about. “leave.” he closes his book and pack up his stuff. “no! no. Shouto i’m sorry.” you giggle taking a hold on his forearm. “no. are you trying to give me nightmares?” he looks at you with wide eyes. “i’m sorry. i swear i won’t do it again.” you made puppy eyes. “you said that last time!” he points out.

Izuku Midoriya:

deku.exe has stopped working

child about to cry rn

he screams and hides his face

might even run away and hide in his room

being a long time childhood friend of Izuku, you were welcomed over his house anytime. you were basically family at that point. you’d help out around the house and clean like you lived there. and momma Inko has a special place in her heart for you.

coming into the house and greeting Izuku, you went to the kitchen to wash you hands. momma Inko was in the kitchen whippin’ up some good food. “hey momma.” you went up to give her a small peck on the cheek. “hi y/n! how’ve you been?” “i’ve been good. pro-hero work is a lot.” you smile as you dry off your hand and walked over to sit on the island by the stove. Izuku poured milk on his cereal and staring to eat. “how long you’ve been on patrol for?” he asked. “since last saturday. i’m glad that i finally get to rest up for some days.” you take some of the cereal he offers you. “but Momma Inko how you been girl?” you smile. “i’m good.” “and how’s that man All Might been treating you?” you wink at her. laughing she smiles and playfully whispers, “really good.” he winks back. “i can tell he’s putting in that work Inko.” you playful give her ass a pat. (god forgive me please😂)

you hear Izuku choke, coughing on his cereal. “no!” his hands fly up to cover his face and he runs down the hall to his room. “i dont wanna hear!” laughing you tell Inko your gonna go and excuse yourself. “Izuku stop being a big baby!” you run after him.

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bittersweet--chaos · 3 years

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You've just claimed him 😭

(Tbh he'd find that hot)

Moving on!

Asher meets him and baabe and Asher collective hard-core flirt with him

This also applies with Milo and Sweetheart

But he brusheds it off (himbo moment..)

Which unironically makes them want him more

David almost fell over when meeting him.due to his status, it was such a casual greeting at a multipack get together.. he did not Expect the orion pack of all packs to be there and most likely thought he was the highest ranking, out of nowhere this tall kind of muscly himbo comes over to shake his hand like "Im part of the Orion psck"

He does almost convulse until he asks the guy to prove it, the guy pulls his shirt at the collar to see a constellation branding thats reserved for the pack, David is unaware what to do so he just.. stares

AHAHAH HELL YEAH HES MINE!!!!!!

Babe just shaking their head as they watch Asher and Milo flirt with Vae

David having to keep his composure and not complete lose his mind at this incredible attractive man in front of him rn. (He try’s to fucking hard) Doesn’t matter cause Angel flirts with him too

And all Vae does is brush it off as them being nice

#should I make a self insert for Vae?#im tempted #does matter im dating him now #leto_talks #redacted asmr #Vae❤️#chaotic max🫂

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marisaaa · 4 years

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Robron week 2020 day 1 - first meeting

Aaron and Robert meet at a festival and fate just wants to bring them closer and closer together.

Ao3 link

The first time in ages. Liam Gallagher was playing at Leeds festival and Aaron had actually managed to get tickets. Him and his group of friends were all going for all three days and it was finally here.

Aaron sat on the train surrounded by his mates and apparently everyone else who had managed to get festival tickets. The train was packed. Girls in tiny tops and tiny shorts, boys half-naked and carrying the weirdest things around.

A massive inflatable crocodile was wedged in between Aaron and Adam as they sat on the seat opposite his girlfriend, Victoria and her mate Amy. Amy definitely had a crush on Aaron. She kept winking at him and licking her lips – Victoria had obviously noticed too but wasn’t saying anything. Victoria and Adam both knew he was gay but obviously hadn’t passed the memo onto Amy who was still sat ogling at an uncomfortable Aaron.

“Oi, man.” Adam said excitedly next to him, “This is going to be the best weekend of our lives!” Aaron nodded, smiling and making a face at Victoria who just rolled her eyes. “In a few weeks you are gonna be back in a boring classroom learning about brains.” Adam snorted, “enjoy your freedom while it lasts.”

“It’s Psychology, Adam.” Aaron corrected him, “It’s not just about brains.”

Aaron had worked his butt off and had been accepted in the Royal Holloway College to study Psychology, it had been his dream. Finally he could leave the tiny Yorkshire village and do something for himself. Adam, however had flunked his exams and was set to working at the farm for the rest of his life. Not that he was complaining.

Victoria and Amy were a year below so they still had another year ahead of them to decide what they wanted to do – either stay working for their parents in the village or do something else.

“Well right now, I couldn’t care less,” Adam joked as the train slowed, “because we are here!”

Victoria and Amy wooped as they stood up and picked their stuff up from their feet, getting ready to leave the carriage.

“How long is this line?” Aaron moaned as he dropped the bag he was barely holding up, “I swear we’ve been waiting days.”

The queue into the festival itself was looped around the arena several times and they hadn’t even got to the point to collect their wristbands yet. His legs and shoulders were screaming for rest, but the line seemed to keep moving but still going absolutely nowhere – meaning he could not sit down for a second.

“Aaron if I hear another complaint leave your mouth, it will be last thing you ever complain about.” Victoria warned, giving him an evil look.

It was hot, sunny and they were all tired. None of them were going to get on when it was like this.

Suddenly, Victoria stood up straight and leaned over the temporary fencing to see someone ahead of them in the queue who were facing the opposite way.

“No way.” She said quietly, before shouting, “Robert!”

Aaron’s gaze shot up from where he was staring at the floor to a tall, blonde man with a smile on his face as he flirted with another girl.

He had heard of the infamous Robert Sugden. Victoria adored him but Andy an ongoing grudge, refusing to speak about him at most times. Robert had left the village with their mother after a nasty custody battle with their dad. Jack was given custody of Victoria but Andy and Robert were given their own choice, considering their age. Robert chose Sarah and Andy chose Jack - no surprises there.

Robert and Sarah moved away very soon after that – Victoria mentioned the south - and they’d barely been spoken about since. Aaron was only about 12 at the time so he had other things he thought would be better to do than worry about another family’s problems.

“Victoria?” Robert stared in disbelief, “What are you doing here?”

He apologised to the people in front of him as he pushed forward to lean over the barrier and give her a hug, “I would say you’ve grown but-”

Victoria jokingly punched him in the arm and smiled, “And you haven’t got any less annoying, I see.”

Robert scoffed and looked behind her, “These your friends?”

Victoria turned around and grabbed Adam by the arm, “This is my boyfriend, Adam.”

Robert reached his arm out to shake Adam’s hand, looking him up and down.

"It’s so good to finally meet you.” Adam told him as he shook his hand eagerly, Robert smiled and nodded before looking over at Aaron.

Butterflies immediately filled his stomach. He felt himself blush under the stare of such a beautiful person, his green eyes twinkling in the light. Even with green glitter and paint stuck in his hair he was still absolutely perfect.

Aaron quickly cleared his throat and stepped forward, bringing his hand out to shake Robert’s, suddenly self-conscious about his palms that were most likely very sweaty. “Aaron.” He introduced himself, not tearing his gaze away from Robert’s who looked like he couldn’t look away either.

Amy’s voice ruined the moment and Robert’s eyes moved away from Aaron’s, “I’m Amy.” She said sweetly, “Victoria’s best friend.”

Robert laughed and greeted her back before Victoria spoke again.

“We’re celebrating Aaron and Adam’s – well mostly Aaron’s – A level results.” She exclaimed, smiling widely. “Aaron’s been accepted into a London uni!”

Robert’s eyes were back on Aaron’s again and he felt himself go even redder as he looked down at his feet.

“Is that so?” Robert said smoothly, still staring at Aaron, his lips upturned in a smile.

Aaron looked back up at Robert and his heart started beating hard in his chest and he smiled back and nodded. God, his lips were beautiful.

Suddenly a shout behind him made Robert turn quickly and wave. “I’ve got to go, Vic.” He apologised, looking back at his sister, “I’ll try to find you though, once we’re in.”

They said their quick goodbyes and Robert turned and pushed through the crowd again as it moved against him.

Their gazes caught again as the line moved, and Aaron couldn’t help but notice the smile on Robert’s face as he looked away.

Liam was performing on the second night so the first day just consisted of them looking around at all the small performers and seeing the prices of food.

They’d set up their tents by the wall separating the park but not too far away from the main stage so they could still hear the music.

Adam already had the cans of beer out and Amy and Victoria were painting each other’s faces. Aaron sat back on his camp chair and listened to Adam rambling on about something irrelevant as he soaked in the rare sunshine and smelled the smoke of barbecues in the atmosphere.

It was dusk and the music from the live performance was dying down as people were sat around their small campsites.

“Okay, never have I ever...” Amy started, “kissed a member of the same sex.”

Aaron downed the last of the beer in his can and finished with a refreshed sigh as he threw the empty can on the ground. Adam and Victoria burst into fits of laughter and Aaron smirked at them. Amy looked puzzled.

“Am I missing something?” she asked them, looking towards Victoria.

Victoria made eye contact with Aaron and he nodded, “Aaron’s gay, you div.” she told her with a laugh.

Amy’s head turned sharply to face him and he pretended to bow his head.

“Oh my god, I’m an idiot!” she exclaimed, burying her face in her hands.

Aaron leaned over and patted her shoulder, “Don’t worry, Amy.” He reassured her, “You’re not the only one. I can’t help I’m so irresistible.”

Adam snorted and sprayed the beer that was in his mouth all over the grass in front of them, earning him a disgusted response from the girls.

“Okay, my turn.” Aaron steered the conversation back. “Never have I ever-“

But someone behind Victoria’s head stole his focus. Robert was walking over to them, his muscly arms were flexing underneath a white shirt as he carried a bag over his shoulder, the glitter still evident on his face was glimmering in the small light of the fires.

“We’re waiting.” Amy’s voice appeared.

Aaron just gestured towards the man striding over and all their heads turned. Victoria stood up as he got to where they were sat.

“Victoria, guys.” He greeted them with a smile, glancing over at Aaron again, making his stomach do somersaults.

“Rob, how has your day been?” she asked, resting her hands on her hips.

Robert sighed, “Could’ve gone better. My mate and his girlfriend had a row.” He explained, “thought it would be better to leave them to their awkwardness for tonight.”

Victoria frowned, “Oh, that’s a shame. Where will you be sleeping?”

He shrugged and gestured towards their tents, “I was hoping you had room for a stowaway?”

Aaron gulped. Robert staying with them? He didn’t know how to feel. Before anyone could react, Victoria took his back of his shoulder and told him he was welcome.

“Hang on, which tent is he going to sleep in?” Adam asked, pointing to the three tents lined up next to them.

“Well he can share Aaron’s, can’t he?” Victoria answered.

All eyes were on him now. One pair of green eyes included a small smirk, too. They made eye contact and Aaron’s breath hitched. It was really the only option for them to share. Adam and Victoria were using the same tent and Amy and Aaron had brought their own.

“Yeah- yeah sure.” Aaron stuttered nervously as the small smirk turned into a grin.

“All sorted then!” Victoria said happily as she pulled Robert’s camp chair out from the side of his bag.

The tent felt a lot smaller with an added body. Robert’s presence was massively affecting Aaron. He didn’t even have much stuff it was just… the feeling of him laying right next to him made Aaron much more nervous than he should.

Aaron was laying on his back in his sleeping bag as he watched Robert add another jumper to his layers of clothes, underneath a sleeping bag and blanket.

“Do you have enough clothes?” Aaron teased jokingly, causing Robert to turn around mid-change.

“These are my night clothes.” Robert explained, “the rest are at my tent.”

Aaron nodded in understanding and Robert turned to face him once he’d gotten his jumper on. Their faces were very close and Aaron could almost feel Robert’s breath on his face, making his own breathing falter.

“So… are you here with anyone?” Aaron asked quickly, trying to break the tension, “Not here here but like- at the festival.”

Robert shook his head, not looking away from Aaron’s eyes. Aaron smiled a bit at that but tried to play it off cool. “Just me and my mate wanted to have a catch up. Didn’t realise his girlfriend was part of the plan.” Robert explained.

Aaron sniggered. “Guess they come as a package deal.”

“I guess they do.” He whispered.

Another silence fell over them and Aaron awkwardly bit the inside of his lip. “What about Amy? Do you think she’s-”

“I don’t want to talk about girls.” Robert interrupted him.

“Well, what do you want to do?” Aaron retorted, watching as Robert’s gaze moved from his eyes to his lips. Aaron absent mindedly licked his lips ever so quickly before Robert surged forward, crashing their mouths together.

The air was kicked out of Aaron’s lungs as he realised what was happening. Robert Sugden was kissing him. Robert let out the smallest moan as he pushed on his lips more before pulling back.

Their eyes met again but this time, Robert’s looked more fearful. As if he were worried about what Aaron would think.

“Why did you stop?” Aaron whispered, looking back and forth between Robert’s pink lips and his eyes.

Apparently, that was all the information Robert needed as he let out a shaky breath and propped himself up on his elbow so he was hovering above Aaron, both of them smiling into another kiss.

Robert’s mouth parted slightly and Aaron felt his tongue across the tops of his lips as he deepened the kiss and brought his hand up to clasp the back of Robert’s head, gliding his fingers through his soft hair.

Aaron felt with his other hand around to where Robert’s jumper sat on his hip, trying to feel for the skin there. Damn, the layers.

Robert pulled back, his eyes still shut, “Layers.” He whispered, stifling a small laugh.

Aaron nodded in response and moved his hand onto Robert’s waist, above his jumper before pulling Robert back down to kiss him again.

It was cold. Aaron’s feet were turning into ice cubes by the second and the air gaps in his sleeping bag were just voids of below zero temperatures.

Shivering, he turned around to see Robert, curled up next to him, a jumper folded underneath his head as he breathed deeply.

Aaron shakily brought his hand out from his sleeping bag and shook Robert awake, watching as his eyes fluttered open and his legs started to stretch inside his sleeping bag.

“Robert?” he whispered, “Robert, do you have another jumper?”

Robert took a deep breath in as he lifted his head and threw the pillow that was underneath it on top of Aaron.

“What about a pillow?” Aaron asked, unfolding the jumper.

Robert smiled and opened his eyes wider, “I have you for that, don’t I?”

Aaron chuckled and quickly put the jumper on over his head, fidgeting as he got himself fully inside his sleeping bag again. He could feel Robert’s eyes on him as he settled onto his back.

Robert shifted and placed his head comfortably onto Aaron’s chest, letting out a contented sigh as he did so. Aaron weaved his arm out from underneath Robert and the sleeping bag to wrap it around Robert’s sleeping form, squeezing him gently as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

He awoke to birds chirping and people talking what seemed like right outside his tent. Aaron looked around and saw he was alone inside the tent and any evidence of another person being there had disappeared.

Looking at his watch, Aaron saw it was 6am. Way too early – but he could hear Adam and Victoria’s voices outside so he knew he wouldn’t get away with sleeping any longer.

He slowly got up and ducked out of the tent to see Adam and Victoria sat on their camp chairs, both holding a bowl of what looked like porridge.

“Good morning, my man!” Adam greeting a little too loudly for this early in the morning, “Would you like some slop made by the missus herself?”

Victoria gave him a playful slap on the knee and stood up to spoon a serving of the liquid into a bowl and handed it to Aaron as he brought out his own camp chair.

“Thanks.” He said as he sat down, grunting at the pain in his back.

“How did you sleep?” Victoria asked, crossing one leg over the other as she sat back down in her small chair.

“Yeah, fine.” Aaron answered, playing with the mixture in his bowl.

“I’m guessing Robert didn’t wake you when he left, then?” Adam said through a mouthful of porridge, “Disappeared without a trace.”

“He hasn’t disappeared, Adam.” Victoria corrected, “I said he’s probably just gone back to his mates.”

Aaron hoped it wasn’t because of him. Maybe he’d woken up a lot more sober and realised that their activities last night was a mistake and he didn’t want to face them sober.

At least Adam and Victoria weren’t aware of what happened.

The rest of the festival was great. They saw a load of great artists perform, got drunk in the daytime and danced until they got warnings from the guards.

Robert hadn’t been seen again the rest of the weekend. Aaron knew it was by a massive chance that they would bump into him again, given the sheer amount of people at the festival but it didn’t stop his heart from lurching every time he saw a tall blonde man across the crowds.

One month later

Aaron knocked on the door of the small terraced house as he watched the taxi drive off. He was starting uni in a few days and had found a great deal on a room share in the outskirts of London- saving him from having to pay for accommodation in the university itself.

He saw movement on the other side of the blurred window and a lock clicked open as a guy with messy brown hair opened the door and looked at him with a puzzled face.

“I’m – um – I’m here about the room share?” Aaron nervously asked, worried for a second that he’d got the wrong house.

The man’s face suddenly changed into understanding and he stepped back, opening the door wider to let Aaron in.

“Of course!” he exclaimed as Aaron walked further in, “Completely slipped my mind that it was today.”

He shut the door behind Aaron and helped pick up his bags.

“I’m Max, by the way.” He introduced himself as he awkwardly held the bags in the small hallway, “My room’s the one next to yours.”

“Aaron.” He replied, smiling and looking at the decorated walls.

“I’ll show you to your room then!” Max said eagerly as he stood on the first step and made his way slowly up the stairs, hitting the bags on the banister as he went.

Aaron could hear voices downstairs in the kitchen as he nervously followed Max up the stairs but was intrigued when he could hear the faint sounds of an Oasis song coming from behind a shut door.

Max stopped at the shut door and dropped the bags.

“I love this song.” Aaron told him as Max lifted his hand to turn the handle. He looked up and smiled.

“Oh nice, gives you something for you two to bond over.” He said as he opened the door and stepped into the room, “Rob, meet Aaron.” He called.

Aaron stepped into the small room behind him, nervously smiling but as soon as he saw the man sat at the desk, his face fell and the butterflies in his stomach fluttered out of their cage.

Robert spun around on his chair and his eyes were wide, but a smile was very much evident on his face. “A- Aaron?” he asked in disbelief.

“Robert.” Aaron breathed out, his heart hammering in his chest.

#rw2020 #robron fic

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Ok but what about Joseph?? Like in an AU where him and Suzie Q divorced-no cheating here-and your besties with Holly??

ooh,y’all already know i’m weak for joseph… but DILF joseph… 😳💦

holly andyou work together at a small cafe and also take some classes together — josephis in his mid 40′s,divorced for a few years now and still a real estate mogul.

18+under the cut! cw for age difference. both parties are consenting adults!

You andHolly Joestar were drawn together the second you locked eyes after an unrulycustomer was harassing her on her first day on the job and you stood up to them— since then, you’ve become wonderful friends with her, as well as a frequentstudy buddy for your general classes together.

You’veheard from the grapevine (though Holly certainly never brags) that Holly’sfamily is loaded. She works to give herselfsomething to do, but if the rumors are correct, she’s more than well-off. She’dnever have to work a day in her life if she didn’t want to.

Your eyesalmost bulge out of her head when a very, very handsomemiddle-aged man comes in and asks for Holly. He’s ripped — far more muscly thanyou thought was possible for someone older. In fact, you’ve never even seen someone which such a perfect physique. He’sgot brown hair that’s turning a little salt and peppery, with a very nicestubble. Who the hell was this guy?

Your eyesalmost fall out of your head when you hear Holly call out ‘Papa,’ beforeshe’s swept into a crushing hug by who is apparently her very good-lookingfather. So this was the infamous Mr.Joestar. From what you heard from Holly, her dad was a huge flirt and it wasthe part of the reason he and Holly’s mother separated, though they remainedamicable.

For thesecond time that day, you’re shocked when he calls you over and pats you on theshoulder, commending you for being such a good friend to his Holly. You swear he winks at you before he turns back toHolly, and you’re left flustered. You busy yourself in the back of the store,glancing up every now and then to find Joseph’s eyes on you.

The nexttime he comes in, he happens to catch you on your way out after your shift.He’s dressed to the nines in a fancy suit — but with the way he smiles at you,he looks like he just came from a photo shoot. You almost keel over right therewhen he asks you out to dinner. Right now? You’re barely even dressed up! Andwait… this was Holly’s dad. Joseph just smiles and says you’re welcome topretend this didn’t happen, but that he can very clearly see you want it to.

Well. Hewas right, and when he says “Your next line will be ‘Okay, Mr.Joestar!” you burst into laughter. So Holly wasn’t lying when she said he waseccentric. And then he winks at you and tells you to call him Joseph.

You getalong surprisingly well, for a young student and a divorced real estate mogul.Joseph is a little immature, you can tell, but he’s very fun to talk to. Heflirts, jokes, and compliments all night long…

You findyourself pressed roughly against the alley wall, Joseph’s hand halfway up yourshirt and groping at your breasts while his mouth hungrily explores yours. It’smaking you feel terribly naughty, making out with Holly’s Dad in broad daylight — but he’s so damn hot andfuck if he isn’t good with his hands and mouth.

Youeagerly accept his breathless order to suck his cock right fucking there in themiddle of the alleyway, but he’s giving you an absolutely sinful look and youcan’t find it in yourself to say no — you want this just as much as him. Josephis very well-endowed and you’re not sure if it’ll fitin your mouth, but you’re sure as hell going to try.

That’show you end up with a huge load of Joseph Joestar’s cum in your mouth,obediently swallowed and eyes lidded with lust as you look up at him. It’s alsohow you find yourself pressed in the backseat of Joseph’s expensive car, beingbounced on Joseph’s massive cock after he had time to work himself backup.

When he’sabout to cum again, already having worked your clit to get you to orgasm once,twice, three times, he begs you to call him ‘Jojo’ — hepractically cums the second you do, groaning loudly. He was at least awareenough to put on a condom, so when he pulls out and ties it up, you’re amazedby how full it is. Damn. Joseph just grins.

He slidesyou a number before saying he’d love to see a beautiful girl like you again. Heleans in close and kisses your neck, murmuring about how you’re making him feelyoung again. When you playfully slap at him and say he’s not that old, he grins and says he’s old enough to beyour Dad. Or… Daddy. Oh. Both of you stare at each other and consider that for the next time you meet.

It’s whynext week, instead of working the extra shift you usually take, you’re beingpounded into from behind by Joseph while he praises you for taking Daddy’s cockso well, the cute lingerie he had bought you pushed to the side so he couldthrust into your sopping core.

Somehow,in the first month, he becomes a bit like a sugar daddy. You try to refuse himover and over, but he says it’s nothing — he says a girl as smart andhardworking as you deserve a reward. The lack of extra shifts you have to pickup gives you more time to study… and more time to spend getting railed byJoseph.

Hollynotices how happy you’ve seemed lately, and you can only giggle nervously andsay that you’ve just been feeling better lately. She says her Dad, too, hasseemed a little upbeat — the happiest he’s been since Suzie Q left. You have tobite your lip… Were you really helping Joseph be happy again?

Thatnight, Joseph only grins as you give him the best attempt at a deepthroatyou’ve tried yet, wondering aloud what he did to deserve such a good girl likeyou. It’s not a typical relationship — you’re both aware of that, but you’reboth enjoying it to the fullest while you still can.

One day,though, you accidentally leave a sweater draped over Joseph’s chair that Hollyimmediately recognizes as yours. She’s… not surprised, but more annoyed byher Dad going after one of her friends. She brings it up and you flush, but shelets you know she’s not mad. Just to please not talk to her about it… orleave any of your things around. Oops.

The nexttime you meet Joseph, it’s on a secluded beach that he’s whisked the two of youaway to for a weekend getaway — broad muscles glistening in the sun and lowerbody wrapped tight in a pair of small trunks. Though, the trunks are quicklydisposed of to make way for you riding his cock in the middle of the secludedbeach, the ocean as far as the eye can see.

Oh, youand Jojo were definitely a very good match.

#jjba headcanons #joseph joestar #not sfw #joseph joestar x reader #she/her pronouns #age difference cw #Anonymous #my writing #delicious DILFs and MILFs

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Cover up

Group: Stray Kids Pairing: Bang Chan x Han Jisung Genre: fluff, one-shot (with a BIG chance of continuation), inspired by this tweet, tattoo artists! Jisung & Changbin AU Word Count: 1.7K Summary: Chan made the mistake of getting an ex' name tattood on his chest in the past and decides to let a young tattoo artist by the name of Han Jisung cover it up.

Chan pushed the door of the shop open, the contrast of the warm shop being stark with how cold the February air was outside. The shop smelled strongly of cleaning products, not a bad thing for a tattoo shop at all but rather a good thing.

“Good afternoon, do you have an appointment?” a seemingly heavily tattooed man asked Chan. His arms were pretty full with a few crawling up his neck. Chan nodded.

“Yeah, at two with Jisung. Cover-up” He spoke. The man behind the counter nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable, he’ll be with you shortly” the man smiled friendly and opened a door behind the counter, only to be a staff room Chan presumed.

“Han! Your next appointment is here!” He yelled loudly. Chan chuckled lightly, playing with the edge of his coat sleeves as he waited for Jisung to come. The shop was very calm for a Saturday afternoon, to be honest: only Chan and the guy behind the counter were the only ones inside. Chan immediately felt comfortable with the vibe of the shop, he was glad he took Felix’ advice going to this shop. His friend Felix had no tattoos at all but ‘the cute guy with loads of tattoos and always drank his lattes way too sweet’ apparently owned this shop.

“I was about to ask if this was your first tattoo but then I remember you came in for a cover-up” the guy behind the counter chuckled. Chan chuckled too.

“Yeah no, I have multiple” Chan replied. The guy raised an eyebrow, Chan too that as a sign to take his coat off. Underneath he wore a plain T-shirt because having on a sweater would be a hassle later once the cover-up took place. The guy behind the counter looked impressed by Chan’s right arm, which seemed to be covered in a sleeve in a cosmic and galaxy theme.

“Nice sleeve you got there” He replied.

“Thanks, a friend of mine back in Australia did it” Chan replied fondly. “I just…. Love space, the moon, the stars … They’re just amazing” Chan beamed over the beauty of the universe. The guy chuckled.

“Your sleeve seems to have a lot of meaning” He replied, Chan nodded.

“All my tattoos have a lot of meaning” Chan replied showing off the compass on his left forearm, “I also have a turtle of my calf”.

The guy behind the counter frowned. “If I may be curious: what are you getting covered up? You genuinely are the first person that I’ve seen come in who has all nice, thought out work on his body. What could a guy like you possibly want covered up?”

Chan bit his lip.

“An ex’ name on my chest…. I thought we’d be together forever but apparently they thought otherwise. It’s really painful to be reminded of someone you once truly loved by a stupid tattoo” Chan muttered. The guy behind the counter let out a soft ‘oh’.

“I’m sorry dude, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“It’s ok” Chan smiled at him politely. At that very moment, the backroom door opened. A young man stepped out in a T-shirt and basketball shorts. On his arms, a bunch of random tattoos in nature themes with hues of black, grey, blue and green in them.

“Ah, you must be Chan” He smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Jisung, sorry it took a while I was trying to sketch out one more idea based on what you had e-mailed me”.

Chan took in Jisung. Jisung was cute. Really cute. A few years younger than Chan most likely. Chan shook his head quickly and smiled back at Jisung.

“Yeah, nice to meet you and no problem, your colleague and I had a nice chat” Chan genuinely smiled at the other guy behind the counter.

“You’re welcome dude! I often have to calm down people getting their first tattoo but you know what it’s like. Jisung’s a great artist, very nice and soothing too but a lot of people are sceptic because he looks like a young squirrel” The guy chuckled, making Chan chuckle too but Jisung shot his colleague a glance.

“Not cool Changbin, I’m not a squirrel” Jisung punched Changbin in the shoulder, making the other hold up his hands in defence.

“Ok, ok, now get to work you lazy. I don’t pay you for just standing here and joking” Changbin grinned. Jisung walked around the counter and pointed to the room where he’d be tattooing at.

“You don’t pay me, Bin, I pay myself. We co-own this place, you forgot that?” Jisung yelled back and closed the door behind Chan and himself before Changbin could reply.

“I’m really sorry about that, Chan” Jisung sighed and laughed slightly. Chan gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok”

Jisung took in Chan for the first time. Chan was hot in Jisung’s opinion. It was only then Jisung took notice of Chan’s sleeve and the compass.

“Nice work you’ve got there! Absolutely love the compass on your forearm” Jisung complimented. Chan blushed lightly. The compass was kind of his pride.

“Thanks”

Jisung had to shake his thoughts away from drooling over the man in front of him. ‘Be professional’ he reminded himself.

“So, you e-mailed me about a cover-up on your chest right?” Jisung asked, to make sure he had the right client in mind. Chan nodded.

“I remember we talked about the things you liked so I drew a few designs. I was thinking, it’s on the right side, right?” Chan nodded, letting Jisung continue his ramble, “I was thinking of it continuing the space theme so if you’d like, you could connect your chest to your sleeve. I drew up a few designs based on what you said you liked, I just mentioned the space thing because of your sleeve and I think it would look cool.”

While he talked, Jisung put his designs on the table. All of them were drawn delicately which made Chan stare in awe.

“If you don’t like any of them, we can always brainstorm together and make it work. I want my clients fully satisfied with what I’m doing” Jisung said. Chan looked at the younger in shock.

“Jisung, they’re all amazing!”

The younger blushed furiously, in meanwhile Chan’s eyes lingered on the third drawing in front of him. It’s a spaceship. His fingers went to trace the lines of the craft.

“We can go with this one” Chan decided.

“Are you sure? I can draw different ships, adjust things you don’t like about it, anything” Jisung smiled politely but Chan shook his head.

“This is about as perfect as it gets. Let’s do it!” Chan was confident in this design. It made Jisung feel a tad insecure, he was afraid Chan picked something against his will but then again had he never had a client who stared at his work with such adoration as Chan did.

“If you’re sure” Jisung smiled at Chan.

Chan noted that Jisung was very hygienic and careful in his workspace. He liked it a lot. Jisung readied the stencil and turned to Chan.

“Can you uh…. Remove your shirt? I mean, I do have to tattoo your chest” Jisung stammered. Chan giggled and nodded, fuck Jisung was so cute…. Chan quickly removed his shirt and Jisung’s jaw dropped.

Not only was Chan’s face stunning, but so was the rest of his body. Chan was muscly, sixpack showing. Jisung swallowed thickly and closed his mouth, motioning for Chan to sit on the chair…. He must’ve made a fool out of himself! But then he heard a small chuckle that sounded an awful lot like ‘cute’ come from the muscly older man.

Chan’s chest was toned and Jisung had to steady his breath very well to not faint over this stunning man in front of him. Jisung also noted that Chan’s chest was empty except for one cursive written word on his chest, right under his collarbone.

“Minjae?” Jisung asks, “she must’ve been very special if you got her name tattood on you”

“He was,” Chan replied, “I was madly in love with him and thought we’d be together forever but he decided otherwise”

He? Him? Oh….. Oh! Jisung blushed bright red.

“Oh dude, I’m so sorry” Jisung muttered and placed the stencil on top of the name.

“It’s ok, the first step in getting over him is getting his damn name covered up” Chan laughed. His laugh sounded amazing to Jisung.

“Well, I’m working on that. Would you mind checking the placement in the mirror?”

“As long as his name is covered, it’s good” Chan laughed as he got up to check the placement in the mirror.

“It looks really good Jisung, I’m sure it will look amazing when finished” Chan beamed.

And that’s how Jisung started up the tattoo process. Jisung made Chan lay back comfortably and sat down aswell, trying to position himself in the best manner to work. Jisung put his left hand on Chan’s chest to stabilise himself but it also caused him to blush furiously. Damn, this man really works out! In his right hand, Jisung took the tattoo needles and started outlining the spaceship.

“If you need to tap out for a minute, just tell me” Jisung told Chan as he carefuly followed the lines of his own design.

“I will but it’s nothing I haven’t felt before so I guess I’ll be cool, Sungie”

Good thing that Jisung had lifted the needle up because the nickname shocked him.

“O-ok” He muttered, continuing to work on Chan’s chest.

“You know,” Chan continued again, getting Jisung’s attention, “you’re really cute.”

Jisung blushed furiously.

“Chan, please, if you want me to not fuck up your tattoo then please stop flirting with me until I’m done” Jisung joked and made eye contact with the older man. Chan seemed very serious.

“Can I flirt with you over some drinks, tonight?” He asked in a serious tone but right after asking the question, a smile played on his face. Jisung swallowed thickly as he looked at Chan.

“Y-yes, of course I’d like that” He was able to stumble out.

Chan smirked.

“Then it’s a date, Jisung!”

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twdeadfanfic · 6 years

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It’s a dog’s life Pt.4

*Summary: The reader is new and alone at the quarry’s camp, the only one she has is her dog, who seems to be best friends with Daryl Dixon, a not so friendly man, but that friendship will bring the reader closer to Daryl, finding that there’s more to Daryl than what you can see at first glance…besides, he’s pretty hot at first glance, isn’t him?

*Slow burn, both reader and Daryl’s pov, violence and language twd style.Follows the events of season 1 and 2.

*3526 words

*Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapters: 4/14

Last chapter, Daryl and the reader had a fight after he lost Merle in Atlanta. They made up, though, and are now on their way to the CDC.

I loved writing this chapter, so, so much...so I hope you’ll love it too!

*Link to my masterlist with my other works can be found on the description of this blog. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but tumblr doesn’t show posts with links in the tags.

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The CDC wasn’t what you’d been expecting, though you weren’t sure of what had you been expecting. It was some sort of subterranean lab with only a man in it, who almost let you all be eaten by walkers outside without opening the doors.

That doctor was a strange, somber guy, but he was taking you in, the place seemed secure, with bedrooms and all, and there was plenty of food and drinks. It didn’t take you all long to celebrate your luck while having a big dinner.

You were stuffing yourself with as much food as you think you could handle. One part of you thought you should be saving food, you’ll be needing it, but other part tell you to eat as much as you could cos you never knew when you’d have another chance. Cole was lying down on the floor after having stuffed himself with food too.

“Fat.” You told him fondly.

Everyone was laughing, eating, drinking…it felt strange but the more you drank, the more relaxed you felt, and the more you were enjoying it. Glenn seemed quite drunk and you laughed aloud as Daryl loudly teased him. You looked at Daryl, sat down next to you, and grinned, your stomach doing a funny thing when he grinned back. He had had his fair share of alcohol too, drinking straight from the bottle, didn’t even bother to take a glass.

He could be an asshole but damn, wasn’t he hot. You bit your lip as you checked him out, didn’t even bother trying to hide it. It’d be a damn shame to finally have a real bed and having to spend the night alone.

“Hey, Dixon!” You nudged his leg with your foot under the table. “You’re a damn show off, you know that?”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow at you, flinching his leg away when you rubbed it with your ankle.

“I bet you rip the sleeves of your shirts so you can show off those muscly arms.” You giggled drunkenly. “I’m not complaining though, they’re quite a thing to look at, actually, thank you.” You giggled again.

“You’re drunk, girl.” He stammered, looking at you like if you were crazy.

“Yes, but I know what I’m saying.” You reached out to take the bottle of booze from his hand, slowly brushing your fingers over his. “You got quite the eyes too when you’re not frowning, you know?”

Those blue eyes were now wide as they looked at you as if he didn’t know what had gotten into you. You leaned back in your chair, taking a long sip while you looked at him. He opened his mouth but said nothing, closing it again, seeming dumbfounded. Maybe you had been right thinking that you’d have more luck flirting with a walker than with him.

Before you could say anything else, Shane began questioning the doctor about what had gone on there, and Dr. Jenner’s story about his co-workers going with their families or committing suicide was enough to kill everyone’s mood and people began getting up from the table to go to their rooms or to the showers. You were a bit too drunk to actually register the doctor words, and your mind was occupied with other things.

“Mr. Dixon.” You might as well try your luck. “Walk me to my room.”

“Nah.” Daryl frowned, still looking at you like you were crazy.

“Come on, you said I was drunk, well, I am.” It wasn’t a lie. “So be a gentleman and walk me to my room or else I’ll trip and I’ll knock my head on the floor and I’ll die and it’ll be on you, and my dog will be an orphan and he’ll be soooo sad, he won’t love you no more.” You let out another drunken giggle. “So come on, Dixon.”

“You’re exasperating,” Daryl grumbled, getting up. “You’re gonna be bugging me all the time, right?”

“Yep”

“Come on.”

You got up, hooking your arm with his, ignoring him as he scoffed, and you tried to keep his fast pace as he walked without actually tripping over. Cole padded behind you both, tail wiggling happily.

“There.”

Daryl shook your arm off his when he stopped in front of your door, but you didn’t let go of him, taking hold of his arms and pulling him to you. You ran your hands up his arms, feeling the strong muscles under your palms, stopping on his broad shoulders.

“Have I told you that you’re like really, very, hot?” You said quietly, leaning closer. Daryl swallowed hard, frozen in place, but when you locked your hands behind his neck to try and pull his lips to yours, he shook you off.

“Damn, drunk, silly girl.”

He grumbled and before you knew what was happening he had grabbed you and lifted you off the floor, throwing you over his shoulder.

“What the hell, Daryl!” You yelped. “Okay, never mind, keep going.”

You giggled when he opened the door of the room and strode towards the bed. Damn finally. He dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously and you looked at him expectantly.

Daryl just turned over and walked away.

“Daryl?” You called after him, sitting up on the bed. “Where’re you going?”

“Watch her.” He muttered to Cole before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You fell down onto your back with a frustrated groan. Yes, definitely you’d have more luck trying to flirt with a walker.

A loud banging on your door woke you up. Why was it so loud. Why did your head hurt that much. You groaned, trying to open your eyes. You were sure you wouldn’t feel worse if you’d been bitten by a walker. You stumbled towards the door, opening it to find Carol.

“Carol..hey…hi…” You greeted, surprising yourself with how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Morning, Y/N.” Carol seemed a bit amused at your state. “I came to tell you we’re having breakfast, if you want to join us.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, thanks.” Your stomach was doing funny things and you didn’t think you could eat, though. “I think I’m going to have a shower first.”

“Good idea.” Carol chuckled, giving you a warm smile. “Is Daryl there?”

“What, why would he?!”

You didn’t embarrass easily but you felt your cheeks heating up at Carol’s question, memories from the night before coming to your mind. Oh, god, poor Daryl. He barely looked at you in the eye when you talked, flinched when you touched his shoulder, and you had thrown yourself at him. You hoped he wasn’t mad…

“No reason,” Carol smirked. “Well, he’s not in his room, so if you happen to see him tell him we’re having breakfast.”

“Okay…”

On your way to the shower you crossed paths with Glenn, his hair wet, seeming to have had your same idea and seeming to be as hungover as you.

“You should go back in there, you still look shitty.” You teased.

“Yeah, don’t get scared when you see yourself on the mirror.” He teased back. “At least I wasn’t all over Daryl last night.”

“You noticed?”

“Who didn’t? You weren’t discrete.” Glenn chuckled

“God, no.” You groaned, hiding your face on your hands. As if you couldn’t get more mortified… Daryl was bound to be pissed.

“At least you had fun last night, all I did was puke.” Glenn grimaced. “Saw Daryl walking you to your room.”

“Pff…to get my drunken ass into bed.”

“Wasn’t that the point?”

“No, I mean…he made sure I was on bed, then he left.” You let out a sigh. “I hope I didn’t scare him…I should apologize when I see him.”

“Good luck with that.”

Once you were feeling almost awake, you joined the others for breakfast. Nobody was as chatty as last night, you could feel some tension but you didn’t know what was going on and honestly, you didn’t want to know.

Daryl looked at you as you walked in and quickly avoided your eyes, looking anywhere but to you. Cole ran to him as soon as he spotted him and Daryl seemed glad for the distraction.

You didn’t know if Daryl was mad or not, but he was obviously embarrassed. You ought to apologize. But honestly, as you sat down on the table, you could barely look at him either.

You didn’t have time to apologize after breakfast, since the doctor decided to finally tell you what was going on. You wished he hadn’t. So apparently the whole world had gone to shit, those monsters were everywhere, and there was no cure, no place standing. Great. Just great. What were you supposed to do now?

Daryl walked away, bottle of booze in hand, saying he was going to get drunk again. Probably not a bad idea, considering the news you had just gotten.

You weren’t sure what to do. Rick and some of the others had gone to the basement to check the generators, after the doctor said something you didn’t understand about them shutting down at some point. The others were silent or talking quietly with each other, despairing and depressed after the news Jenner had broke.

You’d rather be drinking with Daryl but you weren’t sure if he would want you to join him. You weren’t sure if he was mad or not, but he had done everything not to look at you during breakfast. Another look around at the somber mood and at the strange doctor and you decided you’d try your luck with Daryl and also apologize.

You thought he might have gone to his room and you took a deep breath before knocking on it.

“Go away!”

It wasn’t the best start.

“It’s Y/N…”

You weren’t sure if it was going to make it better or worse, but he opened the door.

“What?”

“I was wondering if I could join you for a drink?” You asked and Daryl looked at you warily. “I’m not going to get drunk and jump on you, I promise.” You blushed as you spoke and noticed Daryl’s cheeks getting red too. Great, you were making everything more awkward. “Just…after what that doctor said…don’t know what to do with myself…” You shrugged helplessly, not sure of how to explain it.

Daryl said nothing but nodded at you to walk in, and Cole almost ran you over as he rushed inside. You walked inside and leaned against a wall awkwardly, looking at Daryl, who was silent as he petted your dog.

“What do you think of what that doctor said?” You asked and Daryl just shrugged. You didn’t seem to be making much progress. “I just…I wasn’t expecting a cure just…I don’t know. I thought someone, somewhere, was working on solving this, that it’d be temporal…but everything is gone…” It was worse than what any of you had thought. “There’s no safe place anywhere.”

“We have this place.” Daryl finally spoke but he still didn’t look at you.

“I don’t know…that man gives me the creeps.”

Daryl nodded, humming.

“Mind sharing?” You reached out your hand so he’d pass you the bottle, hoping it’d make him look at you.

It did, but only for a second, as he took a couple of steps closer and passed you the bottle, dropping his gaze down again. You took a deep breath.

“Daryl, I have to apologize for last night.” You told him before he could walk away again. “I’m sorry, I truly am, I was drunk. I’m sorry I was…well…like that.” You felt your cheeks blushing again. “I didn’t mean to be like that, sorry.”

“It’s okay…” He muttered, fidgeting. “You were drunk, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“You are not mad?” You asked cautiously.

“Nah.” He shook his head.

“Okay…okay, thanks.” You smiled, relieved.

He shrugged again, giving you what you almost could call half a smile. Even though you were happy he wasn’t mad and that he didn’t seem to think you were a creep, his words about knowing you didn’t mean it rubbed you the wrong way. You had meant what you had said, you just hadn’t meant to act like that, pushing his boundaries as you had done.

“You do have pretty eyes, though.” You said softly, tentatively, hoping it wouldn’t make him flip.

“Stop it.” He scoffed, rolling said blue eyes.

“Okay. Sorry.”

Daryl opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it and began chewing on his lower lip. He was looking at you, longer than he had ever done, his intense eyes unreadable to you. You couldn’t help but look at the lip he kept nibbling. You bit your own lip and reached down to leave the bottle of alcohol on the floor next to you before locking eyes with him.

“Daryl…” You whispered. “The world has gone to shit, everything’s dead around us, there’s no solution, there’s nothing we can do, nowhere to go, and I really, really want to kiss you.”

He said nothing but didn’t pull away from you and so you leaned closer but waited for him to make the move. He didn’t. You heard him swallowing hard and you were about to pull back, afraid you had made him too uncomfortable and he didn’t know what to do, when he crashed his lips against yours.

You gasped in surprise but quickly kissed him back, tasting the bitterness of the alcohol in his lips and holding onto his arms.

You were surprised by the strength of his kisses but you kissed him back with the same hunger. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moaned into the kiss when he walked you to the wall, pressing you against it.

You tried to wrap a leg around his and Daryl seemed to catch on what you wanted, hooking his arms under your thighs and lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting out a breathless laugh against his lips when he pushed you harder against the wall.

You moaned again, lost in the kiss, one of your hands shifting up to caress his cheek, when suddenly he pulled his lips off you and dropped you, pulling himself away from you.

“No.” He grunted.

You looked at him with wide, confused eyes, breathing hard. He was panting too, his face flushed, looking at the floor.

“Daryl? What’s wrong?”

He just shook his head and when you tried to reach out for him he flinched away. You were confused. Maybe he didn’t want you? But then why had he kissed you back? Maybe you had pushed him too much…but still…that kiss… You didn’t know what to think.

“I’m sorry.” You said, not knowing what else to do and before any of you could say anything else, the lights went out.

“What’s going on?” You asked Daryl, trying not to freak out.

“Dunno…”

You heard him moving and then tripping over something and cursing, followed by a whimper from Cole.

“Shit, sorry dog, you’re in the middle.”

You followed Daryl’s voice and clung to his arm when you found him, hoping he wouldn’t push you away. He didn’t, walking you both to the door and opening it to find the others in the corridor, their rooms dark too.

You all followed doctor Jenner, demanding explanations that he ignored until an alarm began blasting and he finally explained what was going on. The lab had shut itself down and was about to explode with all of you inside.

You didn’t think you had ever been as scared as you were in that moment, seeing the clock counting down, knowing that the lab you were in was going to explode, while that damn doctor Jenner was acting like it was for the best, deaf to all your pleas.

Everyone seemed to share your panic. Some were crying while others tried to break the doors with axes and everything they could get. Rick was trying to reason with Jenner without any success. Your dog seemed to feel the panic and he ran behind you, nervous, barking from time to time.

“It’s not working.” You said in panic to Daryl and Shane, the door not giving up.

“These doors are made to stand a rocket launcher.” The doctor commented and you flipped him off.

“Your head ain’t!”

Daryl raised the ax he was wielding, running to the doctor, but before he could reach him Rick grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Get off!”

Daryl shook Rick off and tried to throw himself to the doctor again, but you stopped in front of him.

“Daryl, wait.” He tried to push you to the side but you grabbed his wrists. “If you kill him then he won’t open the doors. Give me that.”

You took the ax from Daryl’s hands and turned to Dr. Jenner.

“Open the door or I start cutting pieces of you until you open it.” You threatened but the man didn’t even flinch. “Okay, I start with your feet!”

“What the…Y/N!” Rick forcefully took the ax from you. “That’s not the way!”

“Whatever, keep begging him, he’s not even listening.” You snapped, trying not to cry of frustration and fear.

You went back to trying to open the door with Daryl even though you were pretty sure it was useless, but you had to do something. You couldn’t help your tears and you rubbed them furiously before you started kicking the door in frustration.

“Y/N.” Daryl stopped you, grabbing your arms and pulling you away from the door. “You’re not gonna open it like that, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“What do we do then?” You whimpered, hating that you couldn’t stop crying. “Nothing?”

“Dunno…” Daryl seemed as lost as you.

It seemed Shane couldn’t take it anymore either, he began shooting at the computers and then threatening Jenner with his shotgun, only to be stopped by Rick. Neither that had the doctor change his mind and you dropped to the floor, pulling Cole to you and burying your face into his fur, waiting for the end.

Somehow, when you were sure you all were lost, Jenner finally seemed to listen to one of Rick’s pleas, opening the doors.

“Come on, come on!”

Daryl pulled you onto your feet and you ran down the corridor, Cole at your heels, until you reached the reception of the building, stopping when you noticed some of the others weren’t coming.

“What’s going on?”

“Jacquie, Dale and Andrea don’t want to come,” Glenn told you, seeming about to cry.

“What?!” You couldn’t believe it.

“Shit!” Daryl cursed. “This is closed too!”

You ran to him as he began hitting the main door with the ax but it wasn’t breaking. You couldn’t believe that after thinking you were going to make it, you were still trapped inside.

Shane aimed at the glass windows with his shotgun but that didn’t break it either, and you were once again sure that this was your end, but then Carol passed Rick a grenade she had found in his clothing and that finally, finally, broke the window.

You all ran outside only to find yourself face to face with a group of walkers. Some began firing at them but you had to keep going or the explosion would kill you.

“Come on, we have to get to the cars, come on!” Someone yelled, you weren’t sure who, you could barely hear anything over the pounding of your scared heart in your ears.

“Y/N, get the dog, don’t let him get separated!”

Daryl told you and you grabbed Cole’s collar, keeping him with you while he barked like crazy. Daryl kept you behind him as he hit the walkers blocking the way with the ax. You wanted to do something but you couldn’t take your knife and keep holding Cole at the same time, and you were afraid the walkers would get him if you didn’t keep him close.

“Come on!”

Daryl grabbed your arm once there weren’t walkers too close and you three ran to his truck, rushing inside. You held onto your dog, closing your eyes and trying to shield him, and you felt Daryl’s body over yours doing the same.

No matter you had been waiting for it, the explosion was so loud it took your breath away as your heart did a somersault, it made the cars shake but you were far enough to be safe.

“You okay?” Daryl pulled away from you, moving to the other side of the seat as he looked at you with worried eyes.

“Yeah…thanks…” Your heart was still beating like crazy. “You?”

Daryl nodded and looked through the window.

“Look!”

Dale and Andrea were rushing into the RV, somehow.

“They’re fine!” You smiled to Daryl, barely believing it. They have made it!

“We have to leave, that sound and the fire are bringing every walker around here.” Daryl turned on the engine to drive away.

“What are we going to do now?” You felt lost again. The CDC had been your best shot and look at how it had turned out. What were you supposed to do know?

“I don’t know…”

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jeonminhao · 6 years

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Best Regards, Jeon Jungkook

BTS JEON JUNGKOOK | 2.5K WORDS | FLUFF

Rating : PG-15 | Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Neigbor AU! “You really didn’t hate Jeon Jungkook, the resident graphic designer with – as Seokjin had put it – a heart of gold and zero self-perseverance. You really didn’t think you bore any resentment for the tenant who lived next to your apartment. Or that was what you were trying to think for the past month until you saw three post-it notes stuck on your apartment door when you got home from a meeting.”

A/N. I’m trying to write again so here goes nothing! Let me know what you think! Find me on AO3 :D

You didn’t hate your neighbor, really. You barely knew the guy! Your landlord only told you his name was Jungkook and that he was a graphic designer. “Maybe you knew each other!” Seokjin, your overly optimistic borderline dopey landlord had said when you mentioned you were a music producer. That was not how it works, but you couldn’t really destroy your landlord’s excitement, so you replied him with a smile. You didn’t think you’ve even met the guy when you first moved in aside from the note slipped under your door telling you to stop making loud noises at night. It would have been fine if it weren’t for the fact that he took the time to doodles dying stick figures on one corner with one stick figure clanging cymbals on the other corner (you might have ended up replying with a very bad doodle and an equally passive-aggressive note but that was not the point).

You really didn’t hate Jeon Jungkook, the resident graphic designer with – as Seokjin had put it – a heart of gold and zero self-perseverance. Min Yoongi, the resident grumpy cat lady who happened to be your cousin, had also told you the same thing, although with a very much more interesting choice of words (“the dumbass who loves Iron Man a little too much and looked like a muscly rabbit” Yoongi said as he helped you unload some boxes). But then again, you’ve spent most of your life with Yoongi and you knew the guy never said anything nice to anyone except for his cats. Hell, he even told you, his favorite cousin, that you looked like 'the hairball his cat hacked up’ when you fought off some bullies who made fun of him.

“He’s not that bad.” Jimin, the beautiful dancer who lived two floors above yours commented the other day. He had accidentally listened to Yoongi’s very creative opinions on Jungkook. “Kinda dumb when it comes to girls, but a very decent guy. You look like you can get along with him.”

“Excuse me, are you implying I’m kinda dumb too?” You asked.

Jimin only flashed you a grin as he sauntered off and it reminded you of Yoongi’s cat that would always try to claw your face whenever you came too close to it.

“Come to think of it, you are similar in some ways,” Hoseok, your best friend, commented offhandedly as he picked up another box. “You have that look on your face.”

“What? Beauty?”

“It’s more of a perpetually confused look. But whatever helps you sleep at night.”

(You chucked your sandal at his head at his comment.)

So yes, you really didn’t think you bore any resentment for the tenant who lived next to your apartment. Or that was what you were trying to think for the past month until you saw three post-it notes stuck on your apartment door when you got home from a meeting.

“Do you want me to buy you a headphone? :(“

“It’s amazing how you and Yoongi and Hoseok are friends for so long! I wouldn’t have survived it.”

And more intricate doodles of what you thought was you screaming while the other stick figures cried in the corner.

Jeon Jungkook was a little shit and you didn’t know why everyone thought you’d get along with him. You, as the mature adult that you were, decided to play loud music that night only for Jungkook to slip more notes and stupid passive-aggressive doodle at midnight. The exchange went on for the next three months. Which was why you were now lying on Yoongi’s couch, asking him for more revenge ideas. You had played most of the songs on your favorite playlist, to the ones you hated. And you had collected a pile of post-it notes with doodles and weird notes that you were sure were filled with more passive aggressive messages and insults.

“He’s a little shit, Yoongi.” You groaned.

“You have one more thing in common then,” Yoongi replied.

“I am not!”

“Didn’t you try to make better brownies for our neighbors, Namjoon last week?” You opened your mouth to retort, only for Yoongi to cut you off, “and both of you ended up sending tons of food to our poor neighbors by the end of the week.”

“He started it.” You grumbled.

You should have known better. You should have left the apartment when you realized Yoongi was silent for a good minute before his lips curled into the most obnoxious smile you have ever seen.

“[Y/N]…” he started with a manic grin. “Do… do you have a crush on Jeon Jungkook?”

“I DO NOT!”

You definitely did not have a crush on your tall, cute neighbor of yours that always tried to get on your nerve. And the heat on your cheeks was definitely because of the hot weather. Nothing to do with how Yoongi kept staring at you with that stupid grin or the thought of Steve that popped into your mind.

“Hey, [Y/N].” You jumped at the voice and quickly turned around to face Jungkook standing by his door with his eyebrows raised. His lips quirked into a smirk at how wide-eyed you were.

“Jungkook.” You nodded, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Hey, can you play those cute songs you blast the other day? I kinda like it.” Wait, what?

“Do you not have iTunes, Jungkook? You know you can buy the tracks online, right?”

“It’s free.” He shrugged. “I’ll draw you some doodles if you want.”

You gawked at him. Jungkook, bless his heart, had the decency to look a little sheepish for a mere second before he went back to his annoying self.

“Don’t forget to play the songs!” He grinned before he entered his apartment, leaving you gaping at his door in confusion and shock.

“Were you trying to flirt with her?” Taehyung asked the moment Jungkook closed the door behind him.

“Uh…”

“Cause that’s so pathetic.” Taehyung snorted, ignoring how red his best friend’s face had become. “Man, I told you to be all cute and romantic and you decided that sending weird notes and doodles are romantic?”

Jungkook groaned and buried his face in the couch while his best friend watched him from the kitchen, clearly used to his antics. “Wh-ami-sup-to—do!”

“Well, you could start by actually talking to her and not acting like a kid. She’s pretty nice once you get to know her.” Jungkook quickly turned to Taehyung, his eyes wide.

“You’ve talked to her?!”

“She gave me some brownies, which, in my opinion, taste better than yours.” Taehyung shrugged, sipping his coffee while he enjoyed the sight of Jungkook flailing on the couch, mumbling more incoherent words. “I can’t believe you have a crush on your neighbor and your first idea is to tell her she played her music too loud.”

Jungkook was about to reply when he heard it. The bubbly pop music she had played the other day. The songs he requested her to play for her. His face bloomed into what Taehyung described as ‘disgusting, love-sick, puppy face’.

“Do you think she likes me too?”

“Jesus, you’re really pathetic, Jungkook. This is why you’ve been single all your life.”

You really didn’t think you like him. You were just entertaining him. Maybe he was too broke to buy one track on iTunes. Maybe his laptop broke. You were just doing him a favor. Definitely not because he flashed you that cute smile that morning when you picked up your mails. Not because of the way your heart beat a little faster at the sight of him helping your neighbor and playing with some random dogs by the street. Most definitely not because of the butterflies in your stomach every time he greeted you in the hallway. It was justa favor.

But when you jumped out of your couch to run to the front door, beaming from ear to ear at the little notes and cute doodles he drew you for the day, you knew it wasn’t just some simple favor for a neighbor. He drew you a little cat and you thought it was you, judging from the frown on the face and your favorite dress. It was too adorable and you ended up sticking it on the fridge along with the other doodles he had given you.

You were, as Yoongi and Hoseok had said, completely and utterly fucked.

Friday was supposed to be a good day. But it rained the moment you exited the building and you had to deal with traffic. As if it wasn’t bad enough for you, you ripped a hole on your rain boots on your way to a meeting. You had to sit with wet socks for a good three hours, freezing your ass off because you had also forgotten to bring your favorite scarf. The client ended up not liking the song and ordered you to do more revision, much to your frustration. But the highlight of your awful day has got to be the time when you realized you’ve forgotten your keys and locked yourself out of your own apartment while Seokjin was away for a vacation with his daughter and Yoongi was visiting his family for the weekend.

“Great.” You sniffled, rubbing your nose pink as you sat down in front of your apartment. Your hair and clothes were wet from the rainstorm and you wondered if your makeup was still intact or you’ve already turned into a sad raccoon. You were too engrossed in your pity-party for one to notice the opened door next to you. You didn’t even notice it until said person crouched in front of you with worry plastered all over his face.

“[Y/N]?” Jungkook hesitantly called.

He smelled like pine and fresh soap and something else that made you feel at home. You looked up at him, startled at how worried he looked.

“Are you okay?”

At his words, you sniffled a little louder, your eyes burned with fresh tears. He gently put his hand on yours in comfort and it was like a dam broke, the tears you desperately tried to keep in check rushed down your cheeks.

“I can’t get inside!” You wailed, slapping the door pathetically.

“Shit. Please don’t cry. Oh, shit–” Jungkook panicked. “Do- do you want to go inside? I can make you some tea?”

You really didn’t know why it just made you cried harder.

“Y-yes.” You hiccupped between your tears as you let Jungkook guided you inside his apartment.

Jungkook’s apartment was like how you imagined an artist’ apartment would look like. Books scattered near the bookshelf, his laptop propped on the coffee table with sketches strewn all over the floor. There was a small pot of cactus by the window. It was oddly endearing and so Steve.

“You can sit here.” He offered, grabbing all his sketches and dumping it on the lone couch beside you. “I’ll get you some towels and clothes? Will that be okay? I can make you tea too.” He rambled.

You can only manage a weak nod, trailing behind Jungkook while he dug out a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his bedroom.

“You have a nice apartment.” You said between hiccups. “I like the little cactus.”

He laughed and it almost sent your heart into overdrive. He had that adorable blush on his cheeks as he led you to the bathroom, explaining which one was soap and which was shampoo in case you want to use it. You didn’t really pay attention to it, too focused on the way he smiled and the affectionate pat on your head before he left you alone. And if you accidentally used the soap on your hair, it was understandable. You were sad and tired.

Jungkook was sitting on the kitchen counter when you finally stepped out of the bathroom with a T-shirt and sweatpants that were definitely too large for you. You tried to pull up the pants as you waddled to the kitchen, trying not to trip on your pants by accident (damn Jungkook and his long legs). He quickly looked up, face blooming into a warm smile at the sight of you standing in front of him (his brain short-circuited at how adorable you looked in his clothes but he would never tell you that).

“TEA!” He said a little too loud, blushing as he almost shoved the hot mug at you.

“Thank you.” You hesitantly took it, sipping and sighing in relief as it slowly warmed your body.

“I have to finish some work first but you’re free to do anything here. You can grab anything to eat if you’re hungry or you can just sleep. Just��,” he paused, “just make yourself at home.”

You dumbly nodded while Jungkook ran to the living room, wanting to get away from you as soon as possible so you wouldn’t see how red his cheeks were. Too tired to do anything, you decided to join Jungkook in the living room. You walked past the fridge, smiling at the little notes he had until your eyes caught the familiar notes and handwriting that definitely belonged to you. The little ugly doodles you did for him, the weird messages. You froze as it dawned on you. Jungkook had kept every single note you have sent him and stuck them all over his fridge.

“Hey are you ok–,” Jungkook’s question died out when he saw you standing in front of his fridge, holding a piece of paper.

“You kept this?” You softly asked.

“Uhh–,” Jungkook’s mouth slightly opened, trying to find an excuse that doesn’t scream ‘I have the biggest crush on you’.

“That’s really sweet.” You giggled, feeling warmth creeping up your face. You didn’t know if it was the tea or the weather that made you look at him in the eyes and said, “I kept yours too.”

Jungkook was sure his brain stopped working the moment the words escaped your lips. You kept his doodles. The doodles Taehyung thought was a dumb tactic to get your attention. He thought he heard you said it was cute and you really liked them, but he couldn’t really hear it over how loud his heartbeat was. So, being the smart person that he was, he took a step closer towards you and blurted out, “I really want to kiss you.”

(He did get to kiss you, only to panic a moment later when he felt how feverish you were.)

“I’m okay.” You insisted as Jungkook dragged you to his bed, forcing you to take some medicine and get some sleep. “Kiss me, please?”

“You’re really sick, [Y/N]. Let’s talk about this tomorrow okay? When you feel better.” He smiled, though he still planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Okay.” You cutely nodded and Jungkook swore he died and went to heaven when you reached out your hand to hold his before you fell asleep.

#sfwbangtan #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #bts #bts x reader

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lamujerarana · 6 years

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37, Spideytorch

Johnny has decided that he loathes high-society charity parties. The only reason he ever goes to them is because he’s an awesome younger brother and he wants to support his older sister.

It’s totally not because she’s completely intimidating and he’s a little bit afraid of her when she’s pissed because she makes him do things like cleaning the hangar bay with a toothbrush, just because he played an amazingly hilarious prank on Ben that left a huge mess, and she didn’t think it was funny. It’s not his fault that Sue has zero sense of humor. It’s just a curse he has to bear.

Sue’s been going through this big philanthropy kick these days, so Johnny’s had to attend so many of these parties, and he hates every second of being at them. He wonders if making him go to these things is maybe her way of paying him back for being a pain in her ass, but no. Sue would never stoop so low. He thinks.

He supposes Sue’s obsession with these charities probably has something more to do with the fact that the FF are all famous and rich now, and what you do when you’re rich and powerful and famous is use all of that influence to help other people. He’s glad Sue’s into this, he really is, especially since it means he doesn’t have to be.

All he has to do is go where she tells him and smile when she says to and look pretty for the cameras. Which he’s very good at.

When Sue told him that this party was a themed costume party — pirates, specifically — Johnny’d cheered. At least that was fun. He spent a month working with one of the most famous designers in New York on making the sexiest pirate costume anyone’s ever seen.

He thinks he was pretty successful, judging by the angry shade of red Sue’s face had turned when she saw his amazingly sexy outfit and the way Reed and Ben had face-palmed and then spent most of the trip over here looking like they really wanted to gouge their own eyes out.

He knows they all still think of him as being somewhere around five years old, but he is nineteen years old and everyone who isn’t Ben, Reed, and Sue thinks he’s totally hot.

What, like their costumes are any better. Ben’s dressed like Blackbeard, of course, because he really is the historical Blackbeard (Johnny’s sure that’s all he’s going to be talking about all night, so he’s already made plans to steer clear), Reed’s wearing a lot of frills and lace and Johnny thinks that’s a feather, and it’s just not cool at all, even though he does look unfairly good in it, and Sue’s dressed like someone named Anne…something.

She could’ve dressed up like a pirate wench with tons of cleavage, but no. She is dressed like a dude.

This is why Johnny has to bear the burden of being the hottest person in the family alone. Sue could be hot if she tried, but she really doesn’t try.

Sue’s still mad that she didn’t get to go back in time and meet real pirates like the rest of them. Johnny can tell. The fact that she’s still mad is probably why she made this party pirate-themed in the first place. It’s been four years, and she should get over it, Johnny thinks.

Johnny pops another caviar-covered cracker into his mouth, and then he makes a face. God, he hates caviar. It’s so slimy.

Why can’t they ever have, like, mini-hot dogs or burgers at these things? He’ll have to suggest that to Sue for next time.

His eyes wander through the crowd, and then he sighs, disappointed. Everyone here must be over forty. They’re so old. And none of them are hot.

This is why he hates these parties.

He perks up, however, when he spots that editor, J. Jonah Jameson, who is old and wrinkly and so not hot, but he is accompanied by a brunet photographer who most definitely is young, smoking, and just Johnny’s type. His back is toward Johnny so he can’t really see his face, but what he sees is great.

The photographer is wearing pantaloons, a bandana on his head, and a green vest with nothing underneath, and it’s a good look, Johnny decides, especially when the guy turns around, because, man, oh man, his abs are amazing.

Johnny promises himself that he’s gonna put his mouth on those before the night is through. He has a goal, and he is determined.

His eyes flick up to the guy’s face, and he winces. Aw, crap. That’s Peter Parker, that nerd Johnny’s ex-girlfriend Dorrie always used to go on about (“he’s so smart and responsible and better than you in every way imaginable,” is what Dorrie’s snide comments had typically amounted to), and who Johnny has understandably come to hate.

Who the hell knew that he was built like that under those awful sweater vests? Or that his face was actually not terrible underneath those very unflattering glasses and that gross haircut?

He’s filled out in the shoulders since Johnny saw him last, which was probably about a year ago. Johnny hired Peter to follow him around and take photos of him, and it’d ended badly, to say the least. Johnny had gone bald after he got frozen during a fight with Doom and that jackass Spider-Man had chipped all of Johnny’s hair off, and Johnny hadn’t been able to show his face in public for a month.

Spider-Man probably loved the whole thing, that jerk.

Johnny kind of doesn’t want to go talk to Peter because he knows it’ll be awkward given that Peter’s, like, his former employee, but also there’s no one else to flirt with, so he might as well give it a shot.

He weaves through the crowd and taps Peter on one of his nice, broad, muscly shoulders. Peter’s busy taking pictures of the crowd, which means he’s probably working or something, and he’ll probably be glad that Johnny’s brightening his day.

Peter’s eyes widen when he sees Johnny’s standing there, and then they narrow. Well, that’s not a good sign, but Johnny is nothing if not determined.

“Hey,” Johnny says, flashing his most charming smile at Peter, the one that makes all the girls and guys go weak in the knees, guaranteed, “what brings you here?”

Peter’s knees disappointingly do not go weak. “I’m working, Torch,” he says flatly. “Go bug someone else.”

Johnny would, but there’s no one else worth bugging. “Geez,” he says. “What’s got you so upset?”

Peter looks at Johnny as though he can’t quite believe him. “You never paid me for those photos I took of you.”

“Didn’t I?” Johnny says. “My bad. Send me the bill.”

“I did. You didn’t pay it.”

“Oh,” Johnny says. “I don’t really check my mail. Send it to my sister. She’ll pay it. She’s all…” He waves his hand around. “…responsible, and stuff.”

“All right,” Peter says, and then he mumbles something about how he could really use the cash.

Peter goes back to snapping pictures like the conversation is over, and he seems surprised when he realizes that Johnny’s still standing there. “Uh,” he says. “Was there something else?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it.” He might as well go for it, he supposes. He holds out a hand and says, “Wanna dance?”

Peter’s eyes narrow at the hand Johnny’s stretching out. He gestures toward the camera he is holding in his hands. “I’m working, Torch. For people who actually pay me at the end of the night.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna pay you. It’s not like I can’t afford it.” He wiggles his hand at Peter. “C’mon. You must get breaks or something.”

“I just got here. So no, not yet.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “Well, when do you get a break, and will you dance with me then?”

Peter glances over at Johnny as though he’s trying hard to figure something out. “Why are you so interested in dancing with me?”

“Well,” Johnny says, “in case you haven’t noticed, everyone else here is like eighty.”

“Ah,” Peter says, like it’s all making sense now, “so you’re desperate and I’m literally the only option you have. Figures.”

“It’s not like that,” Johnny says, scowling. “You…look better than I remember you looking.”

Peter shoots him a wry look. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“You have abs,” Johnny says. “They’re nice. And the new haircut is an improvement. And I’m glad you lost those glasses. You look…not terrible.”

Peter looks amused. “Are you saying you actually think I’m hot?”

“I’m saying I don’t think you’re…not hot.”

Peter snorts. “Oh, wow. I’m so flattered.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “Fine!” he says grumpily. “You’re totally hot, and will you dance with me?”

Peter looks at Johnny as though he can’t quite believe Johnny just said that. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“I told you your abs were nice,” Johnny shrugs. “What did you think I meant?”

“I don’t…know?”

“You should consider never wearing a shirt again,” Johnny says. “You’ve got the abs, might as well show them off.”

“I don’t think that’s practical, Torch.”

“It’s good fashion advice.”

Peter’s eyes flick down. “Says the man in striped hot pants.”

“I look hot,” Johnny sniffs. “Admit it.”

Peter doesn’t say anything.

“Ha!” Johnny crows. “You do think I look hot!”

“Your abs are…nice,” Peter says, and Johnny’s pretty sure he’s trying not to smile.

“I know,” Johnny says, preening. “So does this mean you’ll dance with me?”

“Yeah, fine. Just. Don’t let my boss see us, yeah?”

Johnny tries not to smile too gleefully as Peter takes his hand and leads him toward the dance floor.

This is turning out to be a better night than he thought it’d be.

#spideytorch #my fic #asks #motomenorahkent

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Pallas and Telurin - Hot Springs (Part 3)

Part of a roleplay story with Telurin’s player. Telurin considers his conflicted feelings about continuing to be Pallas’s guardian, indirectly putting the anchorite in danger from his own death knight compulsions. The following day on the road, Pallas suggests they stop at a natural hot springs. Pallas encourages Telurin to join him in the warm water, and their attraction to one another comes to light. (Advisory for some suggestive content.)

Pallas laughs very faintly, watching the posture of the Death Knight become cat-like and languid. "I enjoy the menace you exude, and the fear you instill in others," he replies. His tail wriggles in the water behind him mischievously. He supposes that might be a pretty terrible thing for an Anchorite to say... But darn it, it's true! Pallas loves that his guardian is huge and scary. "No one would mess with you." And by extension, himself, either.

“You mess with me.” Telurin smirks, slow and with a hint of fangs, his own tail weaving slowly in enjoyment. “Am I to think I do not scare you, Pallas? Or do you enjoy gambling with your life?”

It's true... There was a sense of dancing with a predator, in encouraging and praising Telurin in such a fashion. But Pallas could see the lazily waving tail. Telurin was not angry. The Anchorite believed himself on safe ground. Pallas turned to one side, showing himself off a little. "I am aware of my choices, and I accept what comes." Besides, teasing Telurin was thrilling as hell, and the Death Knight seemed to be enjoying himself as well in the process, which was its own reward.

Telurin watches through half-lidded eyes as Pallas turns himself to his best angle, clearly enjoying what he sees, eyes lingering on the slender Anchorite's form. “Do you now?” Telurin purrs, “I have more than half a mind to prove you wrong.”

The color finally rose to Pallas's cheeks, being openly admired so, especially by one whose aura was as intense as Telurin's was. "I can defend myself, if you should do something unwanted, you know," he ventured. "I know you are afraid of harming me."

“Who said anything about unwanted, little one?” Telurin chuckles, the sound coming from low in his chest. He leans fully on his runeblade, amused. “Though I'm interested, what would you do to me if I tried?”

Pallas loved Telurin's laughter. It was so distinctly ominous and feral-sounding. "I could smite you," Pallas suggested quietly, looking up into Telurin's eyes. "Shackle you too, probably, since you are technically an undead." Pallas cocked his head slightly. "There are, when I think of it, many things I could do that I believe would be quite effective. If you truly must know."

Telurin closes his eyes as Pallas recites the litany of abilities he has in his defense as an Anchorite with the tiniest hint of a smile. “You should keep that in mind, Anchorite. Perhaps one day you will have to use them to your defense.”

Pallas huffs quietly, and returns to washing his hair. "You are a very difficult person. Are you going to enjoy this hot springs, or not? It is not a life or death decision. I certainly don't see or hear any intruders. Only the chirping of frogs."

Telurin sighs, and turns to sit on the stump that Pallas had tied his talbuk to at first (who is now happily grazing nearby) and replies by bending to undo his sabatons. A full set of plate is a complicated affair, but Telurin is well accustomed to his own set. He sets aside piece after piece, stacking them neatly, and soon all of the metal that generally encases his body is put aside, leaving the death knight in only a pair of soft black pants that are shed just as efficiently as his armor. Those four parallel scars that stretch across his ribs stand out as the most obvious imperfection on his otherwise heavily muscled frame, but the stitches Pallas had put in the day before can still be seem, as can the faint tracery of Light-burn on his leg. Telurin enters the water with little more than the circular metal collar that sits at the base of his throat.

For all his baiting and encouraging, Pallas had not actually planned for an outcome in which the Death Knight actually did decide to join him. He had thought Telurin just wouldn't do it, that he'd want to stand guard no matter what. This moment, more than any other prior, demonstrates to the Anchorite the power he has over the other man. Modestly, he turns his face away when Telurin strips, though he sneaks a few glances here and there. By the time Telurin is in the water, Pallas is blushing profusely once again. He finally raises his eyes to the body of the other man. "How is it?" Pallas asks him, surreptitiously eying his beautiful frame.

Telurin seems to take the appreciation in stride, settling on a rock and stretching out as if he knows exactly what effect he's having on Pallas. He raises one eyebrow languorously and says slowly, "Hedonistic." Drawing the word out obscenely.

This naked monster of a man is flirting with him. For a moment, Pallas's mind is completely blown by the situation. How is this even happening? Is this for real? What are words! But he recovers himself, and edges closer to be at Telurin's side. "I heard a story once," the Priest tells him, "Of a Death Knight who desired the physical touch of warm things, because it reminded him of being alive. And because his body no longer produced heat. He always ever sought the sensation of warmth, whether it came from a hot springs like this, or from... certain people." Pallas looked up at the towering muscular Death Knight as he languished. "Is it similar for you?"

“You heard a story, did you?” Telurin replies slowly, amusement apparent in his voice. “Do I look like one who finds comfort in warmth? You have seen me fight...” He trails off, pointedly looking at Pallas. “Tell me, did you truly hear that from another, or is it just what you wish to be true?"

Pallas pouts at muscly Telurin, "Do not be so suspicious. Yes, it was a story I heard. It was another of us. Another draenei." Pallas's face went even more blue at the leer, but he continued moving closer. It was as if he was drawn, which he entirely was. In this peaceful warm and dim setting, with the barrier of their clothing removed, the little priest is spellbound. He places his fingers at his own throat, where Telurin had the metal ring. "What is this?"

Telurin stills and keeps his eyes half-lidded as Pallas continues to edge closer to him, as if he doesn't want to spook the man. “A collar.” he smirks. “A reminder.” he murmurs more softly. The metal is smooth all the way around, a solid rod encircling his throat, loose enough to rest against his collar bones, but tight enough that it could not be slipped over his head.

Pallas knew better than to ask any more questions than that. He moved closer to Telurin in the water, until he had finally crawled up in-between the other draenei's arms. Pallas was certain Telurin would be able to hear his own heartbeat. He felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest at any moment, it was hammering so hard. He reached up slowly, and took one of Telurin's chinticles in his hand again, wrapping his fingers around it. He then made eye contact.

Telurin stills as Pallas brushes against him, and then tenses as Pallas invades his personal space. His eyes slide shut as Pallas takes his chinticle, though it does little to hide his reaction. The death knight is definitely being affected by what Pallas is doing. “Do you think what you're doing is wise, Pallas?” He murmurs with a voice that is more than a little strained.

"Has anything either of us have done since coming into contact with one another been wise?" Pallas murmurs in return. He squeezes the chinticle slowly, applying a measured pressure, then twists it slightly at the wrist. While he toys with the flesh, he leans in against Telurin's anterior. The other man feels... cold, it's like trying to get cozy with a statue, but the warm water helps that somewhat.

Telurin laughs, the chinticle in question curling with pleasure around Pallas's hand. “Brazen little Anchorite...” He purrs. “...What are you trying to accomplish?” Telurin asks, as if he doesn't know. He has yet to touch Pallas, but he's also not pushing the other man away, and it's clear that the proximity combined with the pressure on his chinticle is having some rather interesting effects on the death knight.

Pallas's hand moved on to Telurin's other face-tentacle, wrapping it lightly around his palm and squeezing. "Oh, I don't know..." he murmurs. Some of his shyness was evaporating away now that he saw Telurin was remaining still. "Trying to help a sour old codger enjoy his un-life more, I suppose..." Pallas raised his free hand to Telurin's chest, bringing the pads over the Death Knight's right nipple. On a mischievous whim, he summoned the barest trace of the Light to the pad of his index finger, and brushed it over Telurin's nipple.

Telurin bears his fangs as the Light touches him. On such a sensitive location, even the barest touch of the Light burned, but even so, Telurin leaned into the touch. “So this is pity...” Telurin growls, trailing his fingers down the little Anchorite's spine and coming to rest at the base of his tail. “What makes you think I want pity?”

#draenei #draenei death knight #Pallas #Telurin

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jjk-emotrash · 6 years

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Blood and Gasoline - Chapter 5

Type: Mafia!AU

Group/s: Mainly BTS, Got7, Blackpink

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (OC), Jikook x Reader (OC)

Safety: NSFW

Warnings (Whole Fic): Swearing, Violence, Prostitution, Misogyny/Anti-Feminist Views, Torture, Smut, Non-Con/Rape, Death, SOME Fluff

Word Count: 4.4k

Masterlist

Y/N spent the majority of the day with Lisa, whom she had grown quite close to during the short time they had known each other. They were close in age and had a similar sense of humour so were naturally comfortable around each other. The pair hid away in Y/N’s bedroom, save for lunch when they ordered a pizza to share and had to leave the room to answer the door, undisturbed by the rest of the household. ‎By the time dinner rolls along Y/N is apprehensive and is starting to regret asking to meet the rest of the group. Sure, the girls had been nice but there was a part of her that knew that meeting them could go horribly wrong.

Wracked with nerves, Y/N quietly looks through her wardrobe for something nice to wear. No matter how comfortable the pyjamas she had spent the day wearing were, she didn’t think that it was appropriate. Lisa, noticing Y/N’s nerves walks over and looks through the wardrobe with her, picking out a midi length, cobalt blue skater dress with capped lace sleeves.

“Wear this,” Lisa said handing her the dress, “You’ll look great.”

Y/N sighed as she held the dress up in front of her body and looked in the mirror. Biting her bottom lip subconsciously, she debated telling Yoongi to call the whole thing off.

“Lisa, I’m not so sure that this was the right decision,” Y/N voiced her nerves to her friend as Lisa started to pull on a boat neck silver body-con dress with long sheer sleeves.

“Don’t be silly, it’s perfect for you.” Lisa turned around “Zip me up, will you?”

Y/N walked over to her friend and secured her in the sparkling dress.

“I wasn’t talking about the dress. I mean, I was too hasty in wanting to know everything. I shouldn’t have pushed Yoongi to do this, I’m such an idiot!” Y/N collapsed on the bed, face down and wanting the sheets to swallow her whole. Feeling the bed dip, she looked to the side to see Lisa looking at her in sympathy as she sat on the bed.

"Y/N, it took a lot of guts to ask. And I know that if he didn’t think you could handle it he wouldn’t have agreed to it." Lisa attempted to reassure Y/N, rubbing her back to soothe her.

"Yeah, I know but,” Y/N turned around and sat facing the red-head “what if they don't like me?"

"Wait, that's what you're nervous about? That they ‘won't like you’?" Lisa quickly stood up off the bed in surprise causing Y/N to fall onto the sheets.

"Yeah...?" Y/N replied pulling herself back to sitting.

"Oh my god you are so precious, of course they’ll like you!” Lisa let out a soft laugh “And there was me thinking that you were scared about finding out what's really going on here."

"No, I'm not nervous about that. If anything, it might be a relief." Y/N stood up to get changed on shaky feet, finding enough confidence in herself to at least put on the beautiful dress before deciding how she felt. Yoongi would be mad about me wanting to call it off, but I bet anything he would be smug as hell.

"Knowing what's going on myself, I'm not sure whether 'relief' is the right word..."

Lisa then moved over to help Y/N get changed. Helping each other with their hair and makeup and picking out accessories for the other person, Y/N’s nerves became more subdued but were still wreaking havoc in her brain. However, she didn’t allow herself to let Lisa see how anxious she really was as the dancer added a few finishing details to her outfit. When the time came for the pair to descend the stairs to dinner, Lisa looked as fierce as usual - exuding confidence. Y/N on the other hand still looked stunning but the confidence that should’ve been there had flown out of the window as Lisa uttered the words ‘come on, they’re waiting for us’.

They walked arm in arm to the dining room, following the distant chatter and the wafting smell of hot food. As they reach the door Y/N’s breathing becomes more erratic and she becomes light-headed. Repeating the words ‘I can’t do this…’ over and over again as she grows increasingly more and more panicked, she starts to make hurried steps towards the staircase. Lisa quickly paced over to her friend, her heels clicking against the floorboards. She quickly spun Y/N around and placed her ring clad hands on Y/N’s trembling shoulders.

“Y/N look at me, look at me.” When Y/N locked eyes with Lisa, her lower lip started to shake. Her eyes were threatening to spill over with tears and it took what little strength she had to keep them at bay. “Breathe. Deep breath in,” Y/N shakily complied with wide eyes, “and out.”

Y/N released her breath and repeated the actions until her breathing was no longer shaky. Finally feeling stable again, she pulled Lisa in for a hug. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly. They stood there in the hallway in the tight embrace for a minute or so before they pulled away from each other.

“You okay?” Lisa asked softly

Y/N nodded “I’m okay. Thank you.”

Lisa smiled warmly at her.

The girls walked back over to the large door and Lisa pushed it open with one hand, squeezing her friends’ hand with the other. When they enter the room, the large table is surrounded by ten people - the other three dancers (all wearing a different coloured dress and heels like Lisa and Y/N), Yugyeom, Jungkook and, of course, Yoongi - as well as four unfamiliar faces. All of the men were wearing shirts of either black or white, unbuttoned at the top but still tucked into black slacks. Some were clad in numerous rings but they all wore a singular silver chain around their necks. Y/N walked over to where Yoongi stood to greet them at the far end of the room – the head of the table - as Lisa took her seat between Yugyeom and Jennie, all eyes on her.

“Good evening Y/N, Lisa. You both look beautiful.” Yoongi said politely, a small smirk on his face as he pulled out the empty seat directly to his left for Y/N to take. She graciously sat down and muttered a small ‘Thank you,’. She looked around the table to see everyone still looking directly at her. She blushed slightly and told herself to stay calm when she suddenly felt a large warm hand on her thigh.

Jungkook. He squeezed it gently to help calm her down. As children, he had always been the one person that could calm her down when she was panicking. When he left, her attacks became more and more frequent until she got to the point where it was affecting her sleeping and eating. Eventually, she had taught herself how to calm down little by little. Music usually helped but it was being able to control her breathing that was the main issue. Feeling Jungkook’s hand on her thigh sent a wave a tranquillity down her spine, the small gesture being all she needed to remember what he had told her during her first ever attack – ‘As long as I am here, you don’t need to be afraid. As long as I’m here, you are safe. I promise.’

She let her hand cover his for a small moment and squeezed.

It was enough to tell him she was thankful and, more importantly, okay.

As soon as Yoongi took his seat, the whole table suddenly started to tuck into their meal – eating as though they hadn’t seen food in weeks. Looking around the table, Y/N saw that all of the men at the table were trying to keep an aura of calm about them but their evident hunger, almost feral looks in their eyes and slightly dishevelled hair said that they had been busy and hadn’t eaten all day. Rosé had prepared a full roast dinner – including a large roast chicken, roasted potatoes, carrots, green beans, Yorkshire pudding, cauliflower-cheese and gravy - for the group. It tasted as delicious as it looked. The group hardly spoke as they ate, only muttering the occasional ‘pass the potatoes’.

Eating as she did so, Y/N carefully scanned the table. Yoongi sat to her right and Jungkook to her left, with Yugyeom sat next to him followed by Lisa and Jennie. All three kept subtly checking on her as they ate, making sure she was eating and was comfortable. The man opposite her seemed too engrossed in his food to notice anything but it, his hair falling haphazardly across his forehead. As he chewed, she could see the hint of dimples in his cheeks. Through his hair, she could see that his brows were slightly furrowed as he concentrated on his food. To his right sat two blonde men. The first, to his direct right, was shorter than him but Y/N could see from his rolled-up sleeves that he had more muscle to make up for it. Though he had slightly rounded cheeks and a set of plump lips that looked pillow soft, his jawline was lethal and told her that this man was not to be messed with. The second was taller than the first and thinner than the two men sat to his left. His own blonde hair had a slight hint of orange to it that was barely noticeable and was parted to the left, highlighting his strong eyebrows and high cheekbones. Jisoo and Rosé sat opposite Lisa and Jennie at the end of the table. At the very end of the table was a brunette man with broad shoulders and large chocolate eyes. His shirt did nothing to hide the obvious muscle beneath and his knuckles were slightly red, surely to bruise.

When everybody was sufficiently full and plates were clear of food, they all made their way to the lounge for a dessert of apple pie and a choice of either cream or custard. As the group of twelve lounged around the room eating, Y/N noticed that they had broken off into little groups. Yoongi and the dimpled man she had sat opposite at the table talk in hushed tones, having chosen not to have dessert and instead hold a glass of scotch in their hand as they stand by the fireplace. The taller of the two blonde men, with a killer smile and deceptively charming eyes, sat flirting with Jisoo on the sofa, as Lisa and the muscly brown-haired man make snarky comments whenever the blonde tried out a flirty and suggestive pick-up line on his giggling target of affection. Rosé, Jennie, Yugyeom and a shorter blonde man sat and ate their dessert on the fluffy rug by the fire as they talked and laughed about something. The blonde man’s laugh was surprisingly childlike and made Y/N smile as she heard it. Y/N sits in the armchair next to the sofa, Jungkook perched on the armrest as they talk quietly and share a slice of pie.

“How are you feeling, honeybee?” Having not being called by that nickname since Jungkook left, Y/N grinned slightly as the word left Jungkook’s lips.

“I’m okay. Pretty happy actually.” Y/N replied smiling up at him.

“Well Rosé’s pie does have that effect on people.” Jungkook joked making Y/N laugh, “Seriously though do you feel comfortable?”

“Yeah, I do. I wasn’t sure that I would, but I do.”

Her friend only hummed in response and held onto Y/N’s hand slightly as he saw Yoongi make a final comment to his companion and turned to address the group.

“So, Y/N, now you have us all here what do you want to know?" Yoongi spoke, his voice authoritative yet also rough from the alcohol he had been drinking. Y/N gulped nervously and licked her lips but she felt Jungkook’s thumb rubbing circles into the skin of her hand to keep her head clear.

"Your names. And your jobs too, I've never seen some of you before at the club..." She trailed off as her free hand played with the hem of her dress.

Yoongi nodded and gestured for the tall man next to him to introduce himself.

“I’m Kim Namjoon, Yoongi’s right-hand man.” The dark-haired man gave a warm dimpled smile as he spoke, immediately making Y/N smile back, and feeling like she could trust him.

“When I’m not around, Namjoon is in charge.” Yoongi interjected, “And if, for whatever reason, I am not able to run the club – Namjoon will take my place.”

A heavy feeling settled on the group at Yoongi’s words.

Namjoon then gestured for the smaller blonde man sat on the floor to talk, with a nod towards the head. He introduced himself as Park Jimin, smiling as he did causing his eyes to turn into cute little crescents. His voice was higher than Jungkook’s but the rasp of the Busan satoori was present enough to send a shiver down Y/N’s spine, recognising it instantly after spending so much time with Jungkook. It turned out that Jimin was the ‘tech guy’, responsible for the lighting and music in the club.

“I’ve also assigned him to be your chauffeur,” Yoongi then nonchalantly told Y/N with a smirk, anticipating the look of pure shock that now graced Y/N’s face.

The blonde flirting with Jisoo was called Mark Tuan and was ‘an alchemist of sorts’ (as he put it), responsible for all the cocktails available in the club.

“That, amongst other jobs,” he said smoothly as he let his eyes trail up and down Y/N’s body with a smirk making Jungkook’s grip on Y/N’s hand to tighten none too subtly. Y/N herself blushed slightly but let her eyes trail over the blonde man herself with a smirk of her own before cocking an eyebrow at him. He chuckled in response.

The built brunette sat next to Mark was last to introduce himself to Y/N.

“Jackson Wang, fitness trainer," He grinned as he spoke, making him look more like a puppy than a grown man that could easily knock anyone in the room on their ass.

"Why do you have a fitness trainer?" Y/N asked Yoongi in curiosity, her head starting to put all the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Am I not allowed to work out, Y/N?" Yoongi bemusedly replied with a tilt of the head. She only gave him a sarcastic eyebrow raise in response making him smile slightly.

"After what happened last night, I don't think you fucking need it…" Jungkook muttered, just loud enough for the group to hear.

"Sorry, what?" Namjoon spluttered out, almost choking on his drink. Others in the room flicked their eyes back and forth between the two men now glaring at one another. And also at Y/N, their eyes eventually landing on her bruised wrists. The tension was suddenly thick enough to cut with a knife. Why now Kook?

Y/N smacked Jungkook on the thigh causing him to look down at her in shock only to be met with a glare that could’ve killed him if possible.

"Doesn't matter..."Yoongi bit back, through gritted teeth as he gripped his glass so hard his knuckles turned white and his jaw clenched.

"Enough, both of you.” Y/N snapped, making all heads to her in complete horror. “Jungkook - don’t be an ass, he apologised. And Yoongi - please stop mentally murdering Jungkook for mentioning it. It’s not going to help anything.” Both of the men in question looked bewildered by her demanding words but did as they were told, much to the shock of everyone else present. “Okay now everyone’s calm we can carry on.” Y/N scanned the room, daring anyone to challenge her. Nobody did. “I know what Yugyeom does, so what about you Jungkook?"

"Well, I errm...I guess you could say I do Yoongi's manual labour." He scratched the nape of his neck as he tried to find the words to say.

"Yoongi's 'dirty work' you mean, stuff he knows he should do but can't always be arsed to do?" she questioned a playful glint in her eyes.

"Exactly."

"So, you're his bitch?"

The others splutter out laughs as Yoongi smirks and Jungkook looks positively stunned and grips her hand tighter. Y/N grins at him and squeezes back.

‎"Yes, Y/N, and as my bitch,” Yoongi looks Jungkook in the eye at the term, “I have also assigned him to be your bodyguard whenever you leave the mansion."

"I have both a chauffeur and a bodyguard?”

He hums in response as he drinks the remainder of the bronze fluid in his glass. The two men assigned to these roles just smiled at her. They barely knew her but they looked as though they would take a bullet for her if she asked them to do so. Despite her having a history with one of the men, Y/N had no idea why they would give her such a protective look. Slightly overwhelmed by the group of people surrounding her she had a heavy feeling settling in her stomach. These people would become her family over time. The people she would come to trust and rely on above anyone else. Her mind was whirring, something finally clicking in her head and knowing what was really going on. She knew her suspicions were right. Yet for whatever reason, she wasn't scared in the slightest.

They spent the rest of the night finishing off a bottle of gin and talking, the topic of their jobs completely forgotten about for an hour as they lounged around. Y/N talked to each of the new men individually for a short while throughout the night. They all seemed like perfectly normal men in their twenties and she had no issues conversationally, finding a common interest to talk to them about and establishing some form of connection.

At the end of the night, Y/N felt comfortably tipsy but nowhere near drunk. A small part of her told her that she probably should be a little drunker than she was for the oncoming discussion she would be having with Yoongi. None the less, she felt ready to have the conversation with him. If he was up to it, that was.

Yoongi escorted her up to their rooms in silence, heading into Y/N's bedroom. They both sat on the bed, the anticipation of the coming conversation hanging thick in the air.

"Well, you've met them now.” The black-haired man started once they were both comfortable. “They all knew what the meal was for. Jungkook and Yugyeom were pissed when I told them but they understood. The others actually respect you for having the balls to demand such a thing from me. Even more so now after you stopped the fight between me and Jungkook before we could rip each other apart. I honestly think that you fit into the dynamic of the group pretty well but only you can really know that. What do you think of them? Be brutal."

‎"I was pleasantly surprised by them. I didn't expect them to be so nice to me, I was intimidated of course – like I did when I met the girls - but I also felt welcomed. Accepted."

‎Yoongi sighs at the response, looking a little more nervous than either of them expected. How the fuck am I supposed to tell her this without scaring her off?

"Do you still really want to know what's going on here? Because if you do, those terms I gave you about your family and friends have to be concrete. Once you know, there's no way out of it.” He cautioned one last time, a small part of him hoping that she would prefer staying in blissful ignorance.

"I need to know if I am to stay here; I want to stay here, necessity aside. Despite my initial doubts, I've actually grown to quite like it here." Y/N answered confidently.

Yoongi sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N, this is going to be difficult to hear.” She gulped in apprehension and moved a little closer to her boss “The club is only a part of the empire I control and is more than just a ‘cover-up’ for-"

"The mafia you're the boss of?"

Silence.

"You knew."

"I suspected."

"For how long?"

"Only since last night, after your reaction to my encounter with Taehyung."

"And yet you're still here..."

"Like I said, I like it here."

He only smirks, the same one she was met with during their first encounter. The smirk that made her stomach knot.

"Y/N, I assume you have heard all the rumours surrounding the club, surrounding me?" She nods with a tight smile whispering the word ‘murderer’ under her breath and he continues ‎"Despite what some choose to believe, I am not a cold-hearted murderer; I would never kill just for the sake of it. But that's not to say that I'm not dangerous. Every person under this roof is dangerous. We've all got blood on our hands. Viper is not only a club but a gang, which you are now a part of."

"At least now you've finally answered my question on why you need a fitness trainer." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. She's taking this far better than I thought she would.

“I'm assuming you're going to have questions so I'll answer as many as I can now. I still can't tell you certain things, for your own protection." He leans back on the bed resting his weight on his hands.

‎"So, as a part of this gang, what role do I play?" Yoongi tenses but his smirk doesn't falter. She notices. "The girls are more than just dancers, aren't they?" He nods stiffly. "Where do they disappear off to after the performances?"

"As well as being dancers, they are also escorts for rival gangs.” He explains carefully, “After performing, a rival gang member is escorted off to a back room. It is then up to the girls to keep them happy and distracted so they don't get the stupid idea to try and take us down. People have tried, of course, but-"

"None have succeeded. I get it."

"Y/N I want you to know that despite them being escorts, I have never forced them into doing something that they are not comfortable with. I always talk to them before the club opens and tell them which rival gang members are most likely to show up on that night. They choose who their target is for the night themselves. It usually starts with maybe a lap dance but over time they move onto more… explicit favours. If there is anyone they don’t want to be around, I have Jungkook and Yugyeom keep a close eye on that person and if they get too close, they step in."

"Taehyung. He's a member of a rival gang. That's why he came up to me last night. He expected me to...satisfy him. To keep him 'entertained'." Y/N connected all the dots together and suddenly Jungkook, Yugyeom and Yoongi’s responses to her interaction with Taehyung became a lot more understandable.

"Exactly. But I don't want you to be like just another escort." She cocked her head in surprise and confusion, "I hired you for another reason. I had my eye on you for a while and so did the other gangs. Seeing you frequently attend the club made them start to wonder whether or not you were also a part of this world. Over time, as you grew closer to Yugyeom, I started to watch you a lot more closely and the effect you had on the men around you. When I found out from Yugyeom that you were a dancer all the pieces fell into place. You are to act as my 'consort' in the eyes of the public, to perform and entice all those that watch then sit by my side and look stunning."

Her breath caught in her throat at that, "Why?"

‎"I don't want you around those other 'men' around you, yet.” He cocks his head before continuing “If you don't want to do it you don't have to, you can just be a dancer if you choose to. Jungkook made me promise not to let you fall too far into this. Said that you were far too sweet and gentle for this world. "

"Okay, first of all, Jungkook has no business making promises for me. I can look after myself."

"Oh, I'm certain you can."

"And secondly, what do you mean by 'yet'?"

Yoongi licked his lips devilishly before answering.

"As well as staying by my side you will also be an...’untouchable goddess’ in the eyes of the rivals. They will want to get their filthy hands all over you, but you need to show them they cannot touch what they can't afford. Tease them if you must but never give them what they want. You are in control of the situation. If they try to touch something they shouldn't, show them why they shouldn't mess with the Bosses most precious gem." At the end of his little speech, he brushed the back of his hand over her cheek softly.

Y/N smiled to herself at the thought of her attending events on his arm in stunning ball gowns. Or even sitting on his lap in his booth at Viper in an exceedingly short dress. Being shown off to everyone. Everyone wanting to either be her or be on top of her, but never being able to. Unless, of course, they wanted a bullet through the head. Her eyes widened slightly at the thought before a small smirk graced her lips.

Yoongi sinks to the floor and to the hidden compartment under the bed. When he sits on the bed once more he is holding a silver revolver. It was beautiful and deadly. Everything Yoongi needed her to be. Everything she hoped she could be.

"Though I hope you'll never have to use it, Jackson is going to teach you how to use this as well as basic man to man combat so you know how to defend yourself if it comes to it. You are to keep it on you at all times when you leave this mansion, though with Jungkook as your bodyguard I'm hoping that you won't need it. He's an amazing shot and ridiculously strong, to top it off he'd protect you with his life. But you can never be too careful."

She took a deep breath but nodded as the gun was placed in her hands.

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