#had the shivers while writing this 😵💫
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Like a Prayer
dbf!joel x f!reader
summary: Since you last saw Joel, he's been on your mind nonstop. You just can't get him out of your head. You miss him, and sure enough he misses you. So, you both plan something and decide to play a little game. (part two to Summer Love)
warnings: age gap, teasing, f!masturbating, dancing, fluff, piv (wrap it up) hand job, lil bit of sub!joel, joel cums fast, fingering, breast play, joel's dirty mouth, bit of feelings, breeding thoughts, lap grinding, description of what reader wears, reader is on birth control, aftercare
"Ugh!" You slam your head against your bedroom door for the five thousandth time today. You just can't take it anymore. He's everywhere. The last time you saw him, you barely got to say good bye to him and you haven't seen him since.
Yes, he texts you, but that only makes it worse. He sends you the most teasing and crude messages that just make you yearn for him harder. It's been horrible, let alone for Joel.
He dreams about you almost every night. The sweet moans you let out for him, the touch of your soft fingertips on his rough body, the way you moved and whispered sighs into his ear.
He is so uncontrollably in love with you. Love? Love is something he'd never be in again. Especially with his best buds daughter, who, not to mention, is at least a good twenty years younger than him.
Your blasting 'As long as you love me' by the backstreet boys on loop and your dad keeps coming upstairs to check on you and see if you're mentally okay.
He cracks open the door and sees you with your forehead resting on the wall and your arms hanging down. "You alright honey?"
You turn your head and nod. You look back down at the ground and sigh loudly. "That doesn't sound like you're okay, sweetie." He walks over to you and turns the volume down on your radio.
You stand up and lift your head from the wall. "What are you doing?" He looks at you with confusion and a sarcastic look on his face. "Turning the volume..down?"
"No, dad, turn it back up." You cross your arms and give him a death stare. He only looks back at you and crosses his arms too. If you want to play, he'll play too. "No."
"And why not?" You quirk your eyebrow waiting for his 'good' reason on why he should turn your music down.
"Because, honey, i've been hearing that song on blast and loop, for the past, let me see." He lifts his arm up and checks his watch. "Two hours, and I can probably sing every single verse to that song. So, I think you should take a break from the music, or play a different tune."
You look at him with shock. How dare he? If he doesn't like The Backstreet Boys or that song, then he can go away. You were doing just fine with that song on blast and loop for the past two hours and he just ruined it.
"Or, I keep the song on, and keep it on blast for another two hours." You give him a sweet smile as you turn the volume back up, grab his arm and lead him to the door, pushing him out and shutting the door in his face.
You smile at your good work and go back to the spot on your wall. Listening to the lyrics and singing them in your head. Dreaming of Joel and only wishing he were here with you right now.
Just as your about to bang your head on the wall for another couple hours, your phone pings and you instantly go over and grab it. It's Joel.
Hey sugar
hi joel
Whatcha up too?
oh, you know, the usual
You set your phone down and plump onto your bed. You haven't seen Joel in so long its making you go insane. When you hear the ping from your phone, you read the message and your face goes red.
Hm, let me think, the usual, as in your knuckles deep in that sweet, creamy pussy thinking about me huh? Oh darlin'. Can't wait to just devour you whole once again, you taste so sweet f'me sugar, man you make me hard.
You slowly put your phone down, grab a pillow, and scream as loud as you possibly can. He can't make this anymore worse for you can he.
You stare at your phone as you rest your head on the pillow. You look at the message and read it over and over again. Your hand slowly tracing circles around your torso and then into the waistband of your underwear.
You circle your clit softly and sigh at the feeling. You imagine Joel as you soak in the feeling of pleasure.
You think back to when he had you pinned against the bathroom door while he shoved his face into your pussy. The feeling of his nose, his mouth, the way his tongue moved so perfectly. The scratch of his beard on your thighs. His hair, tugging it and hearing him groan into your core.
You arch your back as you begin to rub your clit faster. Sticking a finger into your pussy as you whimper at the feeling.
You just wish it were him doing this. His big, calloused hands would run along your beautiful frame, his fingers would go deep into your core and fill you up just right. He'd praise you like no other. Filling your ears with pure filth.
Your mouth goes agape as you come. Imagining Joel on top of you, resting his sweet little head on your shoulder as he pounded you to death.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You remove your hand from your panties and grab your phone.
"Sweetie?" Your dad calls from downstairs. "Yeah dad?" You open the texts from Joel and begin to type one up. "I'm going out with Todd and Jim, I'll be gone for about four hours, we're goin to a bar alright?" You smile cheekishly as you send your message. "Yeah, bye dad have fun! Love you!" You hear the door shut and you smile as fireworks go off in your head.
dads going out, come over now please
Desperate I see, I'm on my way babygirl.
You roll your eyes as you read his message. You get up and look out your window to make sure your dad is really gone. You then go out into your closet and pick your outfit.
You go with a skimpy, white dress that cuts off at the knees and a cute white bow in your hair. You smile as you twirl in the mirror.
You hear a knock on the door and immediately rush downstairs. You quickly make sure your dress looks good and fix your hair as you open the door. And there he is, in all his glory, Joel miller.
You gasp when you see him. It's been so long, too long. He smirks down at you. He's wearing his same old pair of jeans and a flannel.
"Well hello darlin'. Been quite some time." He grins as he sees your flustered state. You look him in the eyes with desperation and grab him by the collar. Pulling him into your face and smashing your lips together.
He stumbles as he walks inside with you and shuts the door. You let go of his lips and release his collar as you start to unbutton it. "Woah, woah, I didn't know you were this desperate hon, I would've come over a whole lot earlier."
You death stare him as you get on your knees and run a hand over his bulge. He groans and closes his eyes at the feeling. You throw off his flannel and unzip his jeans. He takes off his shoes and turns around to put them in the corner, when he looks back, his mouth drops.
Your there, in nothing but the sweet, little bow in your hair and your panties. His jaw tightens as he walks towards you and grabs your hips.
"Well don't you just look so yummy." You giggle as you smirks down at you. You walk over to the couch and grab his hand. He sits down with his legs wide as you sit on top of him.
You run your hands through his hair and mold your lips together. He groans into the kiss as his hands flow down to your waist. You begin to grind against his covered crotch. His hands help you with the motion and he whimpers in your mouth.
You can feel him getting harder and harder by the minute. Your grinding motions quicken as his hands pull you into him faster. "Oh yeah darlin'. Just like that." He rests his head against the back of the pillow as you run your nails along his chest.
He shivers as you get to the waistband of his boxers. Skimming your nails along the soft curls. You carry your hand downward and over his bulge.
He flinches as he watches your movements. You run your nails along his covered length. Feeling his cock through his boxers, running your nails along the veins and tip.
He lifts his hips as a plea to remove his boxers. You only giggle as you keep teasing him. "D-Darlin'" He throws his head back as you grab his shaft through his pants. He whimpers at the feeling and lifts his hips once more.
You give him mercy as you release his cock from his boxers. He groans loudly as he feels your soft hand on his dick. He throws his arms over his eyes as he feels you run your nails along his soft skin.
Precum dribbles from the tip as you circle it with your nail. You admire the way it twitches and leaks for you. You admire how Joel is so desperately trying not to grab you and rail you too death, and how he's just barely holding on because of you.
He moans loudly as you lean down and lick a stripe up his cock. "I can't-" You giggle softly. "Can't what Joel?" You position your covered pussy over his cock and begin to rub against him. His mouth opens as he sees your soaked cunt over his dick.
His thighs begin to tremble as you quicken your pace. His cock twitches and cries under your core. He throws his head back once more and groans. "I'm cumming." He speaks threw gritted teeth. "What Joel?" When you look down at your panties, you soon get your answer. "Oh."
You sit back on his thighs as you watch his cock soften. His face is a flush red as his arms cover his eyes. "Joel did you just die or something."
He lifts his arms from his face and looks down at you. His eyes soften when he sees how absolutely stunning you look right now. He sits up and brings his hand to your face and rubs circles on your cheek with his thumb.
"Probably darlin'." You roll your eyes as he smirks and grabs your hand. He stands up from the couch and picks you up. You wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you upstairs and into your room. "Wait Joel, no-" But before you can say anything else, he's in your room.
"Yes sweetheart?" You grumble as you pick stuff off your floor and throw them into your closet. "Are you seriously cleaning up before we fuck?" He stands there, in your doorway, butt as naked with his arms crossed and a look on his face that says 'you better get your ass on the bed before I make you'
You roll your eyes and throw the stuff on the floor once more. He grins as you crawl onto your bed and lie on your back. He removes your panties as he crawls up your body and kisses your nose. "Baby girl, I don't care if your room is messy."
You giggle as he kisses your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and through his hair. He deepens the kiss and groans into your mouth. He runs his hand down your body and between your legs.
He slowly circles your clit and you arch you back from the pleasure. You moan into his mouth as he runs a finger through your slit. You kiss his lips harder as he rubs your clit faster.
"Joel." You moan when he inserts a finger into your weeping hole. "I'm here baby, right here." He kisses your neck as his fingers work their magic.
You arch your back as you moan loudly. He feels your juices as you come and groans. "There ya go honey." He brings his hand up from your core and licks it clean. You stare at him with lust and tug his hair as you kiss him once more.
"Ready f'me?" You nod as he lines himself up. That's another thing you love about Joel. He's sweet and will always make sure your okay with something.
You gasp as you feel his cock seethe into you. He rocks his hips forward and you close your eyes.
He kisses along your neck and up to your lips. He groans against your mouth as he thrusts his hips faster. You arch your back as his pelvis knocks into your clit with each thrust.
He runs his hands along your body and rubs your breasts. He rolls your nipple between his fingers and latches his mouth onto your neck as you squeeze his cock.
He kisses and sucks that spot as you arch your back further off the bed. He grunts as he thrusts up and into you faster.
He can tell your close as your moans get louder and your breathing quickens. "Cmon baby, come with me."
You grab his face and collide your lips together as you come. Moaning into his mouth as you feel his thrusts get sloppier as he comes. Filling your pussy with his dripping seed.
His hips come to a stop as he rests his head against your forehead. You open your eyes and see that he's already looking at you.
You stare at his face for a bit. Looking at how beautiful he is. He looks into your eyes with love. He wants to hold you, wants to stay with you forever, he wants to love you. But he can't.
He kisses you once more before getting up and heading to the bathroom, leaving you all alone, for now.
He returns back with his shirt and a soft cloth, this feels all too familiar. Like he'll just clean you up and leave you once more.
You smile as he sits in front of you. You sit up and he taps your knee to spread your legs. Your raise as eyebrow as you do what your told.
His eyes droop as he sees the sight in front of him. Your gorgeous pussy leaking his cum. God, he wonders what you'd look like pregnant. With his baby, that he put into you. No, he shouldn't think like that, you're his best friends daughter after all.
He shakes the thoughts from his head and puts the soft rag against your core. Wiping away his hard work. He throws the rag down and into your hamper as he lifts your arm and puts his shirt on you.
You lift the fabric to your nose and sniff in. You open your eyes and look at him. Oops, you forgot he was here.
He smiles softly down at you and gets up. You follow him as he heads downstairs. He picks up his clothes and puts on his boxers. You don't want him to leave you just yet because you know that right after his shoes are on, he's out the door. So, you come up with an idea.
He pulls his jeans up and then he hears music. He turns around and sees you smiling at him with your finger in your mouth. You walk over to him.
You wrap your arms around his naked shoulders. He chuckles as you begin to sway your hips. "And what's all this darlin'?" You giggle as he steps side to side with you. "Just a little dancing." He smiles sweetly at you.
Like a Prayer by Madonna plays in the background as you both giggle and dance together. He grabs your arm and twirls you around. His hands on your hips as you sway your hips to the beat and he pulls a John Travolta move and you laugh and giggle at him.
You stare up at him as the beat begins to come to an end. You just stare into each others eyes and you want to say it so badly. Want to claw at his chest and make a hole in his heart for you. You want to scream to the whole world that you are so deeply in love with him. Joel Miller.
He stares into your soft eyes. He looks into each one. He would love to just take you back to his house and stay with you forever. He wants to hold you and kiss you and love you till the day you die. But you both know you can't and never will.
The music comes to an end and he stands with you in your empty living room, with no shirt on and his hands on your waist. He leans down and slowly kisses your lips with deep passion and love.
He's never kissed you with such tenderness. When his lips release from yours, you look up at him with tears in your eyes. He smiles down at you and brings his hands to your face. Just say it, just say it, please just say it.
He boops your nose with his finger and goes to grab his shirt but realizes you have it on.
You clear your throat and walk over to he door. He's soon behind you and tugs at the flannel your wearing. "It's alright sugar, you keep it, it's hot out anyways." He smirks at you as you shyly smile up at him.
He walks out the door and waves goodbye. "Bye Joel." You say with sadness as you close the door. You walk back up to your bedroom and shut the door, plunging your face into your pillow and crying your eyes out. You are so so so deeply in love with him and you don't know what to do anymore.
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#pedro pascal#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#pedropascal#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#joel the last of us#joel miller smut#dbf!joel#Like A Prayer by Madonna#had the shivers while writing this 😵💫
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Dad’s Best Friend!Miguel with Reader (who’s 24 and just finished college, she’s staying at her dad’s place while she finds work). She and Miguel have been in a secret relationship for a few weeks now, and Miguel finds out she has a daddy kink. He takes full advantage of this, teasing her as he’s abusing her with every thrust of his cock, telling her that she’s such a naughty girl begging for her daddy to fill her up with his seed, asking her what her dad would think if he found out his best friend was trying to knock up his baby girl…
Breeding and daddy kinks are my weakness, what can I say 😵💫
This one is so fucking hot oml I love it!
You and Miguel had been in a secret relationship for a couple of years now and had kept it hidden from your father. Of course, the two of you had have sex but when Miguel had found out that you had a daddy kink...he didn't hesitate to use that to his advantage the first chance he got.
Your father had to work later in the afternoon and you were at an interview at some random place in town trying to find work, so he used that time to himself to come up with a plan.
Later that night while your father was at work, Miguel had you bent over the arm of the couch in your own living room with his cock buried deep into your cunt you swore you could feel the tip of it in your womb.
"Look at you, coming apart on daddy's cock," Miguel growled into your ear as he reached a hand under your shirt to grab one of your breasts, his thumb flicking your nipple. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the house as he fucked into your abused cunt from behind. Miguel had already filled you up with his cum at least three or four times and it couldn't help but make you wonder if he would knock you up tonight.
Miguel's hips stuttered slightly and he groaned into the back of your neck, biting the skin gently. "Daddy's gonna come in you again baby girl," he said and continued to bite and nibble the skin of your neck while he never stopped thrusting his cock in and out of your tight pussy.
The thought and his words made a shiver of pleasure run down your spine and a moan escape your mouth.
Miguel let out a little chuckle as he found out this new little surprise you had kept from him and maybe even yourself.
"Does daddy's little girl like the thought of being filled up again," he teased and gently gripped your hair but didn't pull. "Does she want to get filled until she's carrying my child?"
You could only nod, too drunk on pleasure from the treatment you were receiving to say an actual word yet alone a physical sentence.
"What would your father think if he saw his daughter, his only little girl, begging for his best friend to knock her up?" The thought of you getting caught by your father while Miguel is fucking you, really shouldn't have turned you on as much as it should have, but that's all it took for you to reach your climax for the fifth time that night.
"Daddy!" You moaned out as you squirted on his cock, your eye rolling to the back of your head and your nail's digging into the white fabric of the couch as you came down from your high. You felt the man behind you let out a growl and bite your shoulder as he pumped more of his cum into your womb.
Your soft pants as you both caught your breath filled the silence of the house before Miguel quickly turned your head to the side to press his lips against yours, making you smile lazily against his lips as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment before Miguel pulled away to look at you with a playfull look.
"Oh no baby girl, daddy's not done with you yet." Miguel nipped your bottom lip and grinding his cock against your sweet spot, making you gasp at the welcomed feeling and action.
"Daddy has to make sure his little girl is all bred until your swollen with my children"
I tried. I was literally the whole time while I was writing this I was just blushing at every word I typed....this is the smuttiest thing I have ever written to be honest.
But I hoped you enjoyed! I for sure enjoyed writing this, it's so fucking good in my opinion but I think I could have done better, but hey there's always room for improvment!
Anyway, if anyone wants to request anything I have a list right here of stuff I will write, but I do hope you guys enjoyed it. And I would appreciate feedback of anyone has any!
Love you guys!
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AJSHASGSH I loved your works!
Could you maybe do a Bucky fic where he fucks y/n over his desk like 15mins before a meeting😵💫
I Only Need 5
Pairing || CEO!Bucky x Wife!Reader
Summary || Bucky: “15 minutes? Oh, baby, I can make you come and scream on my cock in 5….”
Word Count || 1281
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || I’m really sorry if it’s not the best and sorry for responding so late. I got a sudden inspiration to write this during a 4 hour boring lecture. I hope you still like it! It is hot :P And thank you for the kind words <3
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
CEO!Bucky Masterlist
After a long workday at the office, your husband had come home—kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you from behind—finding his place where he belonged.
You felt him instantly relax with his grasp around you and his face nuzzled in your neck—finding his comfort there. The stress of the day washed away slowly as he basked in the lovely presence of his wife.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
You hummed lovingly as you placed your arms on top of his. “I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home, baby. I was about to make some dinner,” a display of ingredients laid out on the kitchen counter as you were deciding what to make, “is there anything particular you fancy?”
“How did I get so lucky?” He mumbled as he peppered loving kisses across your tender skin, making you purr in approval. His arms tightened around you in an affectionate grip. “How did I get so lucky in coming home to the most beautiful wife in the prettiest dress? And the promise of a warm and delicious meal?”
Your peaceful and quiet moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. Bucky groaned in annoyance as he released his hold on you, while you whined in protest.
“I’m sorry, honey, I need to take this,” he sighed as he walked away, leaving you alone and with no answer on what he wanted to eat.
About 5 minutes later, he had not returned, so you went on a search to find him.
He was in his office, of course, and you peeked into the room to see him pacing back and forth while still talking on the phone. He looked a bit frustrated, annoyed, as he ran his hands through his short hair. His face appeared cold and harsh as he spoke.
You hated seeing him like this. But you knew of a perfect way to possibly cheer him up. Make him feel better. Dinner could wait.
Softly, you knocked on the door in case he didn’t want interruptions. Once he saw it was you, a smile displayed on his face as he waved you in.
“… yeah… yeah… Ok, let’s have a meeting then if that’s necessary… alright, we’ll talk soon… bye.”
Once he was done, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brushed his skin with your thumbs. He sighed in relief as he placed his hands on your hips and leaned his forehead on yours, closing his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” You murmured.
“An emergency meeting. We need to review some last-minute information for our newest contract.”
“When?”
“In 15 minutes. Over the phone.”
You frowned at hearing the defeat in his tone. He was tired. He had a long day. All he wanted was a warm meal and then to spend the rest of the evening cuddling with you.
“I may have an idea to cheer you up. If you’re up for it?”
“What do you have in mind?” He raised his eyebrow while a smirk tugged on his lips.
You brushed his ear with your lips as you spoke filthy and tempting words and promises.
He groaned in approval and gripped your hips tighter as you reached the pinnacle of your seduction.
“15 minutes? Oh, baby, I can make you come and scream on my cock in 5.”
You squealed in excitement as he turned you around and bent you over the desk. He leaned over as he left open-mouth kisses on your neck and shoulders, making a flow of shivers run down your entire body. His clothed cock pressed up against your ass as he grinded his hips into yours, making you whine at feeling his hardness.
A soft moan was muffled against your mouth as you gripped the back of his neck and turned your face to kiss him passionately. Your tongues brushed and caressed through the messy kiss.
“Fuck,” you mewled against him as his fingers found your covered folds, stroking and playing with your aching clit through the damp material.
“So wet for me, baby.” He groaned as he nipped your bottom lip. “Good girl. Fuck, I can’t wait to bury myself in your tight and warm pussy.”
He hiked your dress up and pulled your panties down to your knees. He fumbled with his belt to get his pants off, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free.
You moaned as his bulbous head nudged your opening, covering himself in your slickness as he teased.
“Put it in, baby,” you pleaded in an exhale against his parted lips as you dug your nails into the skin of his neck.
With a rumbling groan, he pushed through the barrier of your tightness with his thick girth, making you shut your eyes and gasp at the stretch.
“God, you're so tight,” he moaned as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Fuck.” He cupped your neck and turned your face to his again. Making you gaze into his lust-filled eyes.
Once he was nestled deep, making you feel the entity of him against your velvet walls, you both let out a sigh of satisfaction at being connected in the most explicit way.
He pulled out slowly and then rammed inside of you again, making you jerk forward on the desk with a gasp of surprise.
He was quick to fuck you in long and deep strokes, not holding back, brushing his swollen head against your sweet spot with each thrust, making electricity flow through your nerve endings. The sound of his hips slapping against your backside and your ragged breaths was the only music playing in the room.
You pulled him down to your lips and kissed him hurriedly—messy and erotic, spit and tongue, as you kissed till you were breathless. The sounds of pleasure were muffled against each other.
Your eyes rolled back, and you gasped against his open mouth as his fingers found your clit again, stimulating the deprived nerve in tantalizing circles.
With the way his cock penetrated your tight walls to perfection, the tip of him plunging against your sweet spot, and now his fingers on your needy nub, you were about to fall over the edge any second due to the overstimulated pleasure.
Bucky’s promise was not far off. He would indeed have you coming and screaming on his cock in record time.
“Come for me, baby. Let go. Let me feel you.”
You dug your nails into the back of his neck as the tightness in the pit of your stomach reached its pinnacle. You cried his name and a series of curses as you came hard. Convulsing against the desk as you released all of the pleasure throughout your body.
As your fluttering walls squeezed his twitching length, he buried himself deep inside and snapped quick strokes into your quivering pussy. His balls tightened, and he emptied himself into you with guttural moans and groans.
With messy thrusts, he moved against you till you both were thoroughly satisfied.
You collapsed into the desk. The cool wood was soothing against your warm cheek. Bucky left a series of kisses on your clammy neck as you both calmed down.
“Fuck, that was so good, babydoll. Thank you.”
You hummed a giggle. “You never told me what you wanted for dinner, honey.”
“Dinner? How about you display that pretty pussy on the table and let me eat you instead after the meeting? You are the only meal I ever need to taste,” he groaned in your ear, making your walls flutter around him again in anticipation of having his tongue on you soon.
“Dinner coming right up.”
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im obsessed with suguru being protective over reader, especially when reader is a "you only live once" person. what would happen if reader's going to a project x typa party with gojo/shoko and them, begs suguru to go ("there will be weed" "fine ill go"), and reader ends up in a fight? what would sugu do?
I understand if you dont wanna write this lol, its just a scenario im curious about. thank you !!
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
„𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓”
𝐂𝐖;; mature content. afab!reader, stoner!geto, teen!geto, possible fighting, underage drinking, non-curse/sorcerer AU, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓;; it’s the weekend and you were invited to a college party by gojo and shoko. you love going out to parties and you’ll take a risk every chance you get. a little bit of fun doesn’t hurt. but geto on the other hand….he doesn’t wanna go along and he doesn’t want you going either.
. ݁ ࣪ ، ⌗ masterlist
⌗ ˖⃗ AO3
: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are by @cafekitsune
: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.12K
dark mode recommended
do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
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“no, no, absolutely not,” geto calls your name. “the last time you went to a party, you came back here drunk as hell. and guess what? i had to take care of you…not that that’s the issue. the issue is, there’s a bunch of people there that don’t care about your safety.”
you just groan loudly. geto was always like this. always analyzing the little things and the possible consequences and final outcome of the decision.
“geto, please?” you tried to plead with him. “it’ll be the last time i ask this month. i won’t ask for anything else.”
geto’s small pupils looked at you and hummed, “and who’s going? who’s gonna be there that compels you to ask me to go?”
“oh, gojo and shoko were going and i kinda already said yes…”
you notice your boyfriend’s face contort from a slightly worried expression to an shocked and irritated one. his eyebrows knitted together before he’d loudly sigh.
“you already said- i can’t believe im about to ask this…is there weed?” he queries. your excitement shot through the roof. your begging clearly got through to the ink haired male.
it was a party. a college party at that. what was an event like that without drinking and a bunch of people smoking. and probably a little fighting.
after you get confirmation from geto that you could go to the party and that he’d be attending alongside you, you quickly make your way to your room and put on something nice to wear, while geto stays in something as simple as a t-shirt and some jeans.
the wind blows gently as you two stand outside of the gate where the party was being held beyond it. you could see the flashing lights, loud music, and most importantly, the large crowds of students.
“we’re students,” you hear geto say to the security guard standing beside the gate. you both would show your ids before being let in with no trouble.
your eyes were wide with excitement as you got closer and closer to the party you’ve been dying to get to. you could feel the anticipation rising up in your chest, making you shiver a bit. geto, on the other hand, didn’t seem too thrilled. he just wanted to make sure you were safe. though, he could admit that having time outside of the house was good for him.
from a distance, you see two people heading in your direction. a male with snow white hair was trotting over to you, while a girl with short brown hair followed, simply walking.
gojo throws his arm around geto, “suguru!” he beamed at the male, “i didn’t expect you to be joining us. did she convince you?”
your boyfriend glances at you before reluctantly replying, “yes, she did. she also begged me to come…and i almost said no.”
“well i think-” shoko calls your name, “did a good job of getting you out of that apartment of yours. you don’t need to always be cramped up in that place like a hermit crab anyway.” you see gojo nodding quickly in agreement.
geto just rolls his eyes, “i’m still sober so i have time to turn around and leave if i want to.” he says. gojo waves his hand.
“oh, you don’t mean that.” he smiles, moving his circular framed glasses down to the bridge of his nose, revealing his sharp blue eyes. “let’s dance until we can’t anymore.”
with that, you see gojo dragging geto off towards the crowd of students. you and shoko exchange looks before giggling to each other and following the boys.
the party is so live you could barely stand it. each time someone tried to speak to you, you were screaming “what?” a few times because of how loud the music was.
you stuck beside each of your friends while you all enjoyed yourselves. sitting comfortably together while passing a blunt around and gojo taking shots of hennessy and laughing drunkenly as everyone else was dancing to the music.
“he’s always the first to clock out mentally,” shoko commented before taking a sip of her drink also. gojo whips his head around to her direction, his hair flying up a bit.
“i didn’t clock out.” gojo slurred, wiping the remaining liquid from his lips. “i don’t even have a job to do that.”
“he’s brain dead.” geto took a drag of his blunt.
“stop saying that. it’s mean,” gojo whined.
after a moment, taking sips and drags from the items in your hand, you whisper to geto, informing him that you were gonna go to the bathroom.
“do i need to go with you? you know, just in case?”
you almost said no because you knew how overprotective geto could be over you. he just never wanted to see you get hurt and he was definitely scared of something bad happening to you.
you finally say yes and make your way to the bathroom. when you enter, you immediately pinch your nose at the potent smell.
“it smells like shit in here.” you complain, finding a stall to go into, hoping they aren’t clogged with waste or a bunch of tissues.
you take care of your business and clean your hands. on the way out, a girl, obviously drunk bumped into you, mumbling a “watch out” as she stumbled into the stall. you were about to say something but you saw geto shaking his head.
“not worth it,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you back to your friends. your furrowed eyebrows unknit themselves and a sigh escapes you.
when you get back to your friends, you could see gojo trying to grab another drink and shoko holding him tightly by the waist so he didn’t grab another cup.
“sit your ass down, damn it. you don’t need anything else.” the girl fussed. “don’t you think you’ve had enough for tonight?”
“six cups isn’t enough.” gojo screamed.
“you’re acting like an alcoholic. sit down.”
“you aren’t allowed to go to another party after this.” you laughed as you sat down in your chair. gojo paused and looked over in your direction.
“why notttt?” the male frowned.
“she’s right. you’re acting stupider than usual,” geto chimed in. “we should go home soon…we don’t need to stay here too long.”
“boringgggg,” gojo said loudly. “i don’t wanna go home.”
“you’re a pain in my ass. i should’ve stayed home.” suguru crossed her arms and slouched down into the chair before reaching to spark another blunt.
“you always say that,” gojo giggled. “hey, we should get food when we leave. the food here sucks and i hate the off brand soda. it’s so gross.”
“damn, do you ever stop complaining?” shoko hissed.
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look down on me like that - 10 (explicit)
genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut, angst
pairing: yoongi x reader
summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.
word count: 13.1k
contains: there are some serious mental health moments and topics discussed in this chapter (and not all of them handled well 😵💫) - this includes mentions of anxiety and su1c1dal ideation, reader experiencing a panic attack, and there's just like.... quite a lot of self-loathing, emotional constipation, and horrible choices being made all around. would also maybe say some hints at gaslighting if you squint. please take care of yourselves for this one 💜 and yes..... no smut warnings for this one 😬 sorry 😬
A/N: besties...... hold my hand and trust the process, mkay?
an eternal thank you to @haliiimede and @monimonimoon for betaing and for doing extra hand holding on this one because 😵💫 omg it's a lot and it was a lot to write lmao
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chapter nine | masterlist
~*~
The headache hits before you even open your eyes, like an ice pick driven straight through your skull.
You roll over with a soft groan of despair, burying your face between the pillows, reaching one arm out as far you can, as if in search of something. Your splayed fingertips only find the down comforter; it’s cool to the touch.
With the kind of deep inhale that can only be conjured by an early wake-up with a terrible hangover, you blink your eyes open, immediately squinting at the harsh morning light.
The bed is empty on the other side. You sit up slowly, shivering a little. The room feels unsteady around you.
You press your face into your hands, trying to wake up enough to think through your headache. Last night… Last night. It feels like a dream you’ll soon lose the details of. The Grammys, the afterparty, K-town. It doesn’t feel real.
Yoongi said he loves you.
Your stomach churns.
So where the fuck is he?
The sound of a drawer opening makes your head snap up, and you quickly kick the bedsheets off, trying to ignore the way the world tilts as you get to your feet and pad out into the living room.
Yoongi is kneeling beside his open suitcase, folding up the clothes he wore earlier in the weekend and carefully placing them inside. He reaches for his toiletries bag, zipped up on the couch next to him, and sets it atop the last stack of clothing.
“What are you doing?” you murmur, rubbing sleep from the corners of your eyes. The words slide together, almost gibberish. You think you might still be drunk.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Yoongi mutters, taking a final once-over of the contents of his suitcase before zipping it shut. He gets to his feet, then stoops down to turn it upright and extend the handle. “I’ve got a car to the airport about to pull up downstairs.”
“I— what?” You shake your head, confused. You’re barely alive, let alone packed or ready to go. “It’s so early. Our flight’s not til this afternoon.”
He’s already crossing the room, grabbing his laptop off the desk to slide into his shoulder bag, then reaching for his watch. “I had a change of plans.”
“You what?” You don’t understand how you’re so far behind on this, especially given that you’re the one who’s supposed to have the schedule committed to memory.
Yoongi sighs as he turns to face you, still fiddling with his watch, clearly exasperated. It's only now that he’s held still long enough for you to realize he’s wearing his glasses. “I’m going to Tokyo for a few days to work with some talent. There’s a whole thread in your inbox about it. Feel free to read it at your leisure.”
The dry tone of his voice stings like a slap to the face, enough to make you recoil. You take an unsure step back. “Okay, when did this happen?”
He slow-blinks, and you can’t help feeling like you’ve somehow gone back in time, like you’re standing in front of him on your first day of work. Like he’s your enemy all over again.
“I’ve been up for a while,” Yoongi answers flatly. “Any more questions?”
Your back teeth stick together, tense. The room is too bright, Yoongi’s voice too loud, all of this happening too fast.
“Uh,” you start, less than eloquent. “Can we— talk?” Yoongi stares at you pointedly until you feel forced to continue. “About last night?”
“Let’s see.” He pretends to mull it over, and dread creeps up your spine.
“I lost at the Grammys, almost got in a fight, drank my body weight in alcohol. The last thing I remember is… barking.” You’d smile at the memory, but your lips are pulled too tight at the sour taste of his words. “I assume you dragged my drunk ass back here and I passed out, then I stumbled out of bed around four this morning and promptly became very well acquainted with the bathroom floor. Did I miss anything?”
The question punches an ache behind your ribs.
“Don’t fuck with me, Min Yoongi.” Your voice comes out weaker than you would’ve liked, but it’s getting hard to breathe.
“What else?” he asks, still going faster than you can keep up with. “I was an asshole? Gave you embarrassing intel you’ll be using as blackmail when we go back to work? I didn’t barf on your shoes, did I?”
Why is he asking you?
You bring a hand to your temple, trying to rub out your splitting headache so you can process his words. “Are you… telling me you don’t remember?”
There’s a flash of something in Yoongi’s eyes, and though he drops his gaze, he doesn’t quite manage to hide the way his face twists. “If I said anything, let’s just say I didn’t mean it.”
No. No, no, no. Your world goes spinning. He can’t do this.
There’s a lump in your throat, so thick you can scarcely breathe. You try to swallow around it. “Yoongi, what the fuck is happening right now?”
You swear you can see it in his eyes, the wall going back up. It’s infuriating: he’s right fucking there, yet suddenly somehow unreachable. Impenetrable.
“I am going to Tokyo,” he says simply. “You are… doing whatever you want.” You stare at him, overwhelmed and so fucking confused. He stares right back. “I can still upgrade your seat to first class. If that’s what you’re worried about.”
Some final thread snaps inside you, and your delayed anger finally kicks in. “You think that’s what I care about right now? I’m not your fucking charity case.”
He outright rolls his eyes. “Jesus. Forget I asked.”
As if to signal that the conversation is over, he slings his bag across his shoulder and heads for the door, suitcase in tow.
“Yoongi.” You hate the way your voice shakes when you say his name. He turns back to face you in the threshold, his expression unreadable.
You don’t know how to say it. You can’t say it.
“So what, then?” you try instead. “I’m just supposed to… forget it?”
That you said you love me? That I might have been ready to say it back?
His mouth pulls into a flat line, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all. Each second of silence that passes feels like another twist of the knife lodged in your heart.
“Guess so.”
And just like that, the door is slamming shut behind him.
In your head, you chase after him. Yank open the hotel door, sprint down the hallway, call his name loud enough to stop him. You tell him everything that’s been building up inside of you, let all the ugly truths out for him to see, said aloud for the first time, undeniably real. He drops his bag in the hallway, grabs you, kisses you breathless. He stays.
But you can’t make yourself move. Can’t bear the thought of unzipping yourself right up the middle, standing in front of him with every last wall torn down, defenseless and asking for the worst hurt you can imagine. Life has taught you better than that.
Your knees hit the hotel carpet as the tears start to fall. In your head you might be brave, but here in the real world, you’re scared. Too scared to do anything but watch him leave.
~*~
“I’m so fucking confused, Mochi.”
You’re curled up on the couch in your living room with your face pressed into Jimin’s shoulder and his arms wrapped tight around you. Delirious from a thirteen hour flight and the time change, your suitcase still lying in the hallway by the front door where you dropped it. True to his word, your best friend showed up within the hour, a bottle of rosé and a pint of ice cream in tow.
There’s no room left to keep lying, to pretend you don’t care about Yoongi, that it doesn’t mean anything. Not when it hurts this bad, bad enough that it feels like you can’t fucking breathe. At least the tears have finally stopped, now that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the collar of Jimin’s sweatshirt.
To his credit, Jimin seems to find no joy in your meltdown, and you’re grateful for it. The last thing you need on top of all the pain is him gloating about being right. You both know he is, always has been. The things you spent so long trying to deny seem obvious now, in the harsh light of day, at the bottom of this emotional hangover.
Funny how that works.
When you pull away with a sniff, Jimin sighs a little and gently untangles himself from you to get to his feet. You bring a hand up to swipe at some of the wetness still stuck to your cheeks, then reach for the bottle of wine while he slips into the kitchen.
“How did you know I’d need this?” you ask as you twist open the screw top. Your throat is rubbed raw from exhaustion, and from so much fucking crying. “You had that little faith in shit working out?”
Jimin returns with two wine glasses and two spoons just as you ask the question, and he pauses in the threshold. The unsure look on his face makes your stomach twist. Your best friend never looks at you like that.
“I have to tell you something, babygirl.”
You can feel your chest starting to tighten again as he sinks back down onto the cushion next to you, gingerly taking the bottle from your hands to pour a little in each glass. It’s like he’s biding his time, trying to delay some sort of inevitable reality.
“Please just say it.” Your voice comes out in a thick whisper.
He thuds the bottle back onto the coffee table with another soft sigh. “I’m leaving Seoul.”
The words sweep over you like a tidal wave, heavy enough you drag you under to drown. “You’re… leaving?”
“Not forever,” Jimin says quickly, but the look on his face as he takes a sip from his glass is telling. “You remember the group I did the concert with?” His gaze flits over to catch your nod, and he continues.
“They booked a whole international tour. Asia, Europe, North and South America. It didn’t look like they were going to scout any new dancers, but then someone got injured last-minute and they personally called me to ask if I could cover. And it’s so short-notice but…”
There’s a fire in his eyes when he looks up at you again, all determined passion. “I just feel like this could be the opportunity I’ve been working so hard for. And Wonho has been so supportive and understanding about it. He helped talk me through it, reminded me how much I want this. So I said yes. And I’m going.”
You’re quiet for a moment, and you can only nod, trying to wrap your mind around it all. “For how long?”
He grimaces. “Six months, at least? Could be more if they decide to extend it.”
A fresh tear slides down your cheek before you can stop it. “Fuck, okay. Wow. When do you go?”
Jimin downs the rest of his wine, then finally answers. “I’ll be honest, the timing is bad. I really thought you’d be coming home with good news, so it would soften the blow a little.”
“Mochi,” you press him, more tears already threatening your waterline. You can feel your heart on the precipice of shattering into a million pieces— you just need him to fucking say it.
“Tonight’s my last night,” he admits.
There is a voice in your head that knows how you should respond. You should be enthusiastically happy for Jimin, and proud of him, and you are; you know deep down that you are. And you should be reacting to this unquestionably good news the way a best friend would: excited, screaming, hugging him, pouring another glass so you can toast to his success, telling him how great he’ll be.
But you’re sunk so deep in your own pain, you can’t help feeling… betrayed. Abandoned by your best friend, just when you need him most.
You set your wine glass down and press your face into your palms, trying to breathe, trying to stop the ache of a suppressed sob that squeezes tight in your throat.
“It’s not forever,” Jimin reiterates, and you know he’s trying to be kind, but you whip your head to look at him, suddenly aggravated. You can only imagine what he must see staring back at him: your glassy eyes gone red from crying, inset with deep shadows from exhaustion, tear tracks staining your cheeks.
“A little more notice would’ve been nice,” you respond as you pick your drink up again. The words come out harsh, jagged at the edges.
Jimin’s brows raise in clear surprise. “I’m sorry?”
The sweet wine goes bitter on your tongue, and you swallow it with a grimace. “I just think it’s interesting that you had all this fucking time to talk to your boyfriend about it, but not two seconds for the person who is supposedly your best friend.”
You can see a muscle tighten in his jaw. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“Are you?”
“Do I really have to remind you what happened the last time we actually spent an evening together?” Jimin asks, and the razor-sharp tone to his voice already tells you that you’ve made a huge mistake, that you should’ve just choked all your bitter feelings down with your drink.
“Because in case you need help putting the pieces together, I believe you left me, alone, at some shitty dive that you specifically begged to go to. And maybe it hasn’t fucking occurred to you yet, but I was actually planning to ask what you thought that night, whether or not I should take the opportunity. Because I love my boyfriend, but you’re right, he’s not my best friend of a fucking decade. You are.”
Fuck. The weight of his words hits you like a truck. You drain the rest of your wine as he continues, relentless.
“And yet that was the night my best friend of a decade decided to ditch me to go hook up with a man she has consistently called an asshole since day one, and it made me wonder if maybe, just maybe, I deserved a little bit more in life. So I went home and told Wonho I wanted to take the job, and he supported me wholeheartedly. Even cooked me dinner to fucking celebrate. And now here we are.”
Jimin spreads his hands in front of him, palms up, as if to set the stage. “You are somehow shocked that the asshole you got yourself involved with turned around and acted… like an asshole. And I am off to go live the dreams that I have worked so hard for so long to finally achieve. Because as it turns out, we are a product of our own fucking choices. So tell me this, bestie: when are you going to take some fucking responsibility for yours?”
It’s only as you move to set your empty glass down that you realize your hands are shaking. It takes a concentrated effort to complete the motion, especially considering the way your eyes have started to blur with tears. You can feel deep, overwhelming shame stretching up from the pit of your stomach, like a black hole that threatens to suck you in entirely.
The sudden warmth of Jimin’s touch makes you flinch, and then you realize his hands are closing over yours, squeezing tight.
“Look at me,” he says hoarsely, and tears spill down your face as you do. You don’t know if you can take any more of his brutal honesty, but you figure you deserve it, so you brace yourself.
“I fucking love you,” Jimin says. The words are so unexpected and voiced in a tone so fierce that a sob wracks your chest before you can hold it back. He squeezes your hands tighter, and you try to return it. “You’re not just my best friend, you know that, right? You are my family. That will never, ever change. You could fucking kill someone, and I’d show up with bleach, two shovels, and a plan, okay?”
You laugh a little despite yourself, and you can feel Jimin’s thumbs brush gently over the backs of your hands. His voice is softer when he speaks again.
“I know shit has been really, really hard for you. For the last few years, and especially lately. But if I’m honest, it’s like you move through the world as if everything is just… happening to you, through no fault of your own. It makes it so fucking hard to root for you sometimes.”
You do your best to breathe through the sting of his words, and you nod, because you know he’s right.
“And that’s all I want to do,” Jimin stresses with another squeeze of your hands in his. “I want to be your personal fucking cheerleader, always, and not just because my ass would look great in the skirt. I know you are more than capable of getting your shit together, but it’s not going to happen if you don’t start taking some accountability for your own actions. And to be crystal clear, I am not a bad person for not wanting to sideline my own life while I wait for you to figure yours out.”
“You’re not,” you agree with a sniff and a small smile. “And I’m sorry for trying to make it about me.” You shake your head as you blink back a few more tears. “You deserve everything, Mochi, seriously. I don’t think there’s another person on the planet who would’ve put up with my shit for as long as you have.”
He rolls his eyes, despite the smile pulling up the corners of his mouth to match yours. “You make it sound like fucking charity work, come on. Have some self-respect! I don’t waste time on people who aren’t worth it.”
“I just thought you kept me around because I was the only person who could keep up with your drinking,” you admit, chasing the words with a giggle, and Jimin makes a face like you’re not wrong.
As if in response, he finally releases your hands, grabbing the wine bottle to top up your glasses.
“I really do wish I had better advice for you and your situation,” Jimin concludes on a heavy sigh as you both pick up your drinks. “But my already limited knowledge on Min Yoongi is also like fifteen years out of date, so all I can say is this: You got yourself into this mess, and I have full confidence that you can get yourself out. Even if it means cornering him and forcing him into a vulnerable conversation. It sounds like it will be great practice for both of you.”
You huff against the rim of your glass. “I have to figure out what the fuck to even say.”
“You will,” Jimin murmurs, his free hand alighting over yours for a final squeeze. “Just start with the truth.”
When your eyes find his again, you can feel your lower lip beginning to tremble. “God, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.”
Clearly done with the dramatics, Jimin rolls his eyes. “I’m not dying, bitch! If anything it just means I’m going to text and call and FaceTime you more than I already do. Prepare to be sick of me.”
“I could never,” you tease, and he grabs a spoon off the coffee table, gently nudging it against your side.
“Come on, eat your sad girl ice cream before it melts.”
~*~
Even with Yoongi still in Tokyo, the thought of going back to the office and feigning normalcy feels impossible. You end up texting your boss to take a sick day, blaming it on the travel, and he responds quickly, telling you to rest up well and come in the day after.
But between the emotional overwhelm and the jet lag, sleep is hard to come by. You toss and turn, unable to doze off for more than a few minutes at a time, until you kick the blankets off in the early hours of the morning, sick of staring at the walls.
Your body moves as if on autopilot, and you pull your winter coat out of the closet to zip up over your sweats. You grab your phone and your house keys, then slip your feet into a pair of boots by the front door and step outside.
It’s cold, with the barest amount of dawn sun starting to bleed light and color across the horizon, but the fresh air feels good, like it’s easier to breathe in.
Hands shoved in your pockets, you make your way down the stairs to the entrance of your complex and begin to walk, aimless. You’re too fixated on everything whirling around in your mind to pay attention to where you’re headed, and it isn’t until you hear barking that you realize you’ve wandered your way to a neighborhood park down the street from your place, with a fenced-in area for owners to let their dogs run off leash.
It’s a nice place, even now in the dead of winter. You can’t help but wonder why you don’t come here more.
A voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you blink slowly, your sleep-deprived brain taking several seconds to piece together why it sounds so familiar.
“Bam, Bam! Come here!”
A laugh of disbelief bubbles up in your chest as you take in the scene in front of you: it’s none other than your baby-faced coworker Jeon Jungkook, giggling high and sweet as a large brown Doberman jumps up on its hind legs to playfully tackle him. You recognize the dog as one he’s shown you pictures of, along with the two Italian greyhounds sprinting the length of the fenced-in area, clearly just as energetic as their owner, even at this ungodly hour.
You lean against the fence to watch them, and your heart sinks a little when the memory of your last conversation with Jungkook comes back. It occurs to you that this is probably what Jimin was talking about when he told you to start taking some accountability. But fuck, it’s certainly easier said than done.
You can see your breath in the cold air as you inhale deep and let it out again. Maybe you should just leave him alone, you determine. Turn around and walk home before he sees you.
But then, like the very thought is enough to trigger his awareness, Jungkook’s gaze flits up to meet yours. You wish his Baby Star Candy eyes weren’t so damn expressive— even several yards away, you can see a dozen different emotions flash over his face in the span of a few seconds.
Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you wave a hand in what you hope reads as a peaceful greeting. You’re surprised to see him begin to jog towards you, but even more surprised when someone else beats him to it.
“Can I help you?”
The person standing in front of you looks to be about Jungkook’s age, but immediately hits you with an aura so intimidating that you take a cautious step backwards. He has a black beanie pulled low over his dark hair, and his hands are shoved in the front pocket of his hoodie.
“Oh, sorry, I just, uh— Jungkook is… my coworker,” you offer dumbly, gesturing in Jungkook’s direction. Clearly thinking that they’re still playing, Bam keeps crossing in front of his owner, nearly tripping him up, and you can’t help smiling, watching him stop every few paces to redirect the dog.
“Yeah, I know who you are,” the guy in the hoodie retorts, and your gaze snaps back to him. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?”
The question makes your jaw drop. “What?”
“I mean, seriously, what’s your plan here? Gonna lead him on some more and then tell him he’s not your boyfriend again?”
Your eyes threaten to pop out of your head just as Jungkook makes it over to the fence, Bam still nipping at his heels.
“Chan,” he quickly interjects, breathless. “It’s cool. Let me talk to her, okay?”
Chan eyes you up and down, disapproving, then takes a few steps back, his mouth pulled into an obvious scowl. “Yeah, alright. I’ll get the dogs.” You watch as he manages to divert Bam’s attention away with a well-timed ball throw.
Your mind still reeling from the interaction, you try to keep it together as Jungkook laughs, clearly slightly embarrassed. There’s an ache in your chest when you finally bring yourself to look him in the face.
“Sorry if he said anything to you,” he offers, looking back towards Chan, who is now entertaining all three of Jungkook’s dogs, plus a spaniel that must be his own. “Chan is a really good friend of mine, and he can be… protective.”
You huff a soft noise that comes out in a little cloud of steam. “It’s alright. I deserve it, honestly.”
“You don’t,” Jungkook says firmly, and you open your mouth to argue, but he speaks first. “Do you have a second? To talk?”
Uneasiness twists in the pit of your stomach. “I can talk,” you say, tentative. “But don’t let me interrupt. I think your friend already hates me enough.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s cool. Chan and I always take the dogs for a run in the mornings. We’re just trying to get all their energy out, but we’re about to head back after this.” A smile spreads across your face before you can bite it back, and he quirks an eyebrow. “What?”
“You’re telling me you go on a run every morning before your six AM boxing class?”
A pink flush blooms in his cheeks that you can’t quite believe is from the cold. “Well, I guess I also have a lot of energy.”
“You’re superhuman,” you laugh, and Jungkook glances down as he smiles, like he’s suddenly gone shy. It’s enough to crack your heart right down the middle, and you can’t keep the words in any longer. “Jungkook, I am so fucking sorry. For what happened before.”
The smile drops off his face as he looks up again. “Don’t be. I was way out of line.”
You tear your gaze away from Jungkook, choosing instead to stare at the thin layer of frost beneath your boots as it all plays back in your head. As much as you wish you could just patch everything up and be friends again, you can’t ignore the truth of his feelings for you, and the way it complicates everything else.
But you can certainly relate to wanting to live in denial. To avoid an inconvenient truth.
“You were just trying to keep me from getting hurt,” you murmur. You wonder if he can tell that he was right, that it happened anyway.
“Yeah,” Jungkook admits, and you glance up to see him pause, considering. “But, you know,” he adds. “My own stuff was mixed in there too.”
“Yeah,” you echo, unsure of what else to say.
“I should’ve listened to you,” he continues with a sigh. “I should’ve been more honest. About how I was feeling. Am feeling. I don’t know.”
“It’s okay.” You do your best to shoot him a sympathetic look. “Trust me, I really do get it. And I shouldn’t have been so harsh. I was just– I’m in a really weird place right now. But it’s not an excuse.”
Jungkook nods slowly. “I appreciate that. It definitely… snapped me out of it.”
You can’t help grimacing. “I was a bitch, you can say it.”
“No, no!” he exclaims, but his mouth is already pulling into a smile. “I needed to hear it. Seriously.”
There’s a moment where neither of you speak, and you both gaze across the park, watching Chan as he does his best to tire the dogs out.
“Your sons are even cuter in person,” you finally say, and you hear Jungkook exhale a soft laugh.
“You can meet them if you want,” he offers.
You scrunch your nose up slightly as you turn back to him. “If your bodyguard will let me?”
He shrugs. “Nah, Chan’s fine.” You raise an eyebrow in disbelief, and he waves one hand dismissively, the other already working to fumble open the lock of the fence gate. “All bark and no bite.”
Your eyes roll back at the terrible joke, but you can’t help laughing, too. You really fucking missed this kid.
~*~
Not wanting to worsen your jet lag further, you force yourself to stay awake once you make it back to your apartment, determined to take the day to properly unpack from Los Angeles. The routine of putting your things away and dumping your clothes into the washer is enough to keep your hands busy, and your mind takes the opportunity to retrace back over everything that’s happened in the last few days. It’s all come at you so fast, you feel like you’ve barely had a second to breathe, let alone process everything.
Things with Jungkook feel okay again, but your heart weighs heavy with the understanding that your friendship won’t ever go back to the way it was before, not entirely. That dose of reality stings a little, but you know it’s for the best, for both of you.
The loss just makes you miss Jimin that much more, but you know he’s currently on a plane to Bangkok to go live his dreams: he’d texted you a picture of his airport fashion while you were at the park, and you’d sent back a father/son candid of Jungkook playing with Bam. You don’t think Jimin’s bark bark bark response had anything to do with the dog.
You’re grateful for the conversation you had with your best friend before he left, even though it was hard to hear. The thought of sorting this mess out on your own still fills you with dread, but you tell yourself that if Jimin believes you can do it, then maybe he’s right. He’s certainly been right about everything else.
And that thought just brings you right back to Yoongi. A heavy sigh washes over you when you carefully unpack the rented Grammys dress from your suitcase, and the memories of the weekend flood your mind in waves as you brush your hand down the velvet fabric.
For a split second you swore the two of you had figured it out, that there wasn’t just sex and hatred between you, but something more. But as soon as the idea had come into focus, that one sweet night where it all felt possible, you’d watched it slip right out of your fingers again, with Yoongi acting cold enough to make you question if maybe you’d made the whole thing up after all.
You can’t help wondering how the morning could’ve gone in another universe: one where he’d stayed a little longer, one where you’d been a little braver. If you could’ve maybe met in the middle, somehow.
He told you he loved you. The words repeat in your head, again and again, as you stare down at your borrowed dress. Drunk as you might have been, you know you didn’t imagine that part. You just wish you knew what you were supposed to do now.
With a thoughtful hum, you reach for the garment bag slung over your closet door, unzipping it so you can hang the dress back up inside. You guess this is what Jimin was talking about. A vulnerable conversation. At this point, it feels like the only thing you haven’t tried with Min Yoongi.
“No time like the present,” you murmur to yourself as you tug the zipper up.
~*~
Going back to the office the next day feels like jumping straight into the deep end. There’s plenty to get caught up on from the aftermath of the Grammys and the work days you missed while traveling. It takes you most of the day just to get through your inbox in the brief moments of downtime not spent running between conference rooms.
Your one beacon of hope is the reassurance that Yoongi is scheduled to be in Tokyo for the rest of the week. It gives you time to calm down, to focus on work undisturbed without anticipating him around every corner. You’ve got the weekend to plan out what you want to say, to prepare yourself to push past the fear and actually say it, all of it, out in the open.
The very thought makes your chest constrict, but you try to breathe through it. You’ve got time to figure it out, you tell yourself.
And then you glance up to see Min Yoongi pushing the glass office doors open, and you swear your heart stops beating.
“Yoongi.”
His name leaves your lips automatically while you attempt to try and process this as really happening. Your voice comes out soft, as if in fear that speaking too loud will make it all dissolve in front of you, or make him turn around and walk right back out again.
He doesn’t respond; his stride doesn’t even falter as he walks past your desk and rounds the corner, heading for his own office. Acting on sheer impulse, you get to your feet to follow after, catching up to him as he’s keying the code into his door lock.
“What are you doing back?” is all you can think to say. You can’t read any emotion on his face, save maybe exhaustion.
“The sessions went well,” he answers, not sounding particularly glad for it. “We finished ahead of schedule.”
“Oh,” you answer dumbly, and he pushes down the handle and steps into his lab. You catch the door before it swings shut again, taking a deep breath to steel yourself as you step inside. “Can we talk?”
With a grunt, Yoongi drops into his desk chair, tapping at his keyboard to wake his computer and log in. “Sure. I was going to ask you the same thing.”
His response surprises you enough that all you can manage is another, “Oh.” You cautiously close the distance between you until you’re standing beside his desk, your gaze sweeping over his unblinking profile. It strikes you that you haven’t actually planned out what you want to say to him. You thought you had more time.
“Uh, I guess you can go first, then.”
Yoongi’s eyes don’t move from his screen. “I think you were right. This was a bad idea.”
“I— what?” It takes you several seconds to piece together what he means. The night at the company happy hour, when he’d proposed that the two of you establish some kind of arrangement, you had said it was a bad idea. And then you’d followed him into the bathroom to say yes to it anyway.
But now he’s… changing his mind? Just like that?
“I think we should both just focus on work,” he says, as if it’s that easy. “And stop being so distracted.”
Distracted? Your gut twists. It’s suddenly hard to inhale, like all the air has been sucked out of the room. “So what, then?” you ask, hating that you can’t quite keep the emotion out of your voice. “It’s over? All of it?”
Yoongi’s gaze alights on you for a split second, then flits back to his screen. The realization makes you want to scream: he can’t even fucking look at you. His adam’s apple jumps in his throat as he swallows.
“Look,” he finally sighs. “Whatever it is you think I can give you, I promise you, I can’t.”
A flush of heat creeps up your neck. “What I think?!” you retort, still in disbelief. “You started this, Yoongi, all of this was your idea. And you’re the one who fucking said you l—” He winces as you cut yourself off, your throat constricting too tight to get the words out.
“I was drunk,” he murmurs, unconvincing.
You stare at him for a moment, stunned.
“You know what I think you were?” His gaze finds yours, and you spit the word at him. “Honest.” There’s a flicker of recognition in his face, and it spurs you on. “I think you told the truth for once in your life, without this weird ‘I don’t care about anything’ veneer, and it fucking terrified you.”
Yoongi shakes his head. His voice is soft when he speaks again, and a little uneven. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” you snap.
“Don’t act like you know me.”
You scoff, too angry to stop yourself, unable to bite back the urge to press him until he says something real. “You think I don’t? Really? I guess you just tell everyone you fuck about the time you almost jumped off a bridge?”
He flinches as he glances up at you again, and your heart drops like a lead weight at the look on his face. You immediately clap a hand to your mouth, as if in a too-late attempt to shove the words back in.
“Fuck, Yoongi,” you breathe. “I-I didn’t mean that, I’m just—”
All at once, he’s on his feet, moving towards you until you have no choice but to start walking backwards, in the direction of his office door.
“Here’s what I know.” Yoongi’s voice is firm and oddly calm as he speaks over your fumbled apologies. “I’m an asshole. I’m a workaholic. I’m way too hard on myself. I push people too far, and then I shut them all out. I’m never satisfied. I get bored easily.” He pauses for a moment. “And yes, sometimes I get so fucking sick of myself that I want to jump off a bridge. To put it bluntly, I am not somebody you want to be with. At all.”
Your breath hitches as your back finds purchase against the door, and Yoongi stops, still several paces apart from you. His dark eyes feel like they’re burning into you, glassy with emotion in a way you’ve only seen once before.
“We hooked up a few times,” he says, as if there’s no room for debate. “That’s all. It didn’t mean anything. And it’s over now.”
As his words crash into you, it occurs to you what this feeling is, itching like fire under your skin and squeezing tight at the muscles of your throat: you’re embarrassed.
It’s fucking embarrassing, standing here in an office you’ve been in dozens of times before, trying to beg a man you’re supposed to hate into a single honest conversation, into loving you when he already fucking said he did. Yoongi said he’s in love with you, and now he’s just… standing here, blinking at you like you’re somehow the unreasonable one for thinking that it meant anything at all.
“I guess you’re right,” you barely manage to choke out as your hand brushes over the door handle behind you. Your skin is flushed so hot that it feels cool against your palm. “You are a fucking asshole.”
You don’t wait around to see the look on his face at your remark. You just push the handle down and stumble out into the hallway.
When the Genius Lab door closes behind you, you slam back against it with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. You press your palms to the wood grain and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to calm down, but that choked up feeling refuses to dissipate. The world feels like it’s closing in around you, white noise roaring so loudly in your ears you can scarcely think.
It takes you several seconds to realize that someone is speaking to you, and your eyes snap open again to find Jungkook standing in the hallway, his brow furrowed like he’s concerned. It’s hard to focus on him, like you can’t quite open your eyes wide enough. Black spots have started to dance in your vision, and you blink a few times, hoping to clear them out.
“Whoa, are you okay?”
You attempt to take in enough air to answer him, but all you can manage are shallow gasps: it’s like everything is stuck. You’re not even crying, you just can’t fucking breathe. The only response to his question that you can give is a slow shake of your head, and then your knees buckle.
Your brain must lose the ability to keep up with the pace of everything that’s happening, because suddenly you register that your palms are pressed flat to the office carpet. Jungkook is kneeling beside you, one hand smoothing circles against the back of your dress. You’re still heaving, trying to breathe, but your chest is squeezed so tight that it’s like it won’t take. You can feel your heartbeat behind your ribs, slamming so fast that it makes your whole body shake, and there’s a buzzing sensation in your fingertips, like TV static.
“Hey, hey.” You shut your eyes again and try to focus on Jungkook’s voice. “I think you’re having a panic attack.”
“I—” you gasp, but the words are stuck, too. I can’t breathe. I don’t know what’s happening. I think I’m dying.
“It’s okay,” he answers quickly, and you nod, as if it might force your mind to believe his words. “You’re okay. Just— I’m gonna breathe with you, okay?” You immediately shake your head, and Jungkook shifts a little closer. “I know it feels like you can’t right now. But look. We’re gonna go slow. In for four.”
I can’t fucking do this, you want to scream, but you dig your numb fingers into the carpet and try to follow his lead. You can hear him take a deep inhale through his nose, and you do your best to match it. One, two, three, four.
Jungkook’s voice comes back, stilted this time. “Hold it for seven.”
You nod, trying to focus on the feeling of the floor beneath you, his hand against your back. Your chest is spasming with a desperate need to keep hyperventilating, but you force the little air you’ve taken in to stay in your lungs, and you count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
“And out for eight.” You can hear Jungkook push a stream of air out of his mouth, and you echo it, though your own airflow feels pathetic in comparison. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
“Can we do that again?” he asks gently, and after a moment, you nod.
You go through the process again and again, and each time it gets a little easier, until you’re finally able to pull yourself up to sit back on your heels. Your head is spinning, your heart still hammering in your chest, but you try to focus on Jungkook, seated cross-legged next to you like he has all the time in the world.
“I think—” you start, and you have to take another breath in before you can get the rest of the words out. A dull ache is beginning to bloom in your temples. Your throat feels like sandpaper. But at least you can breathe. “I think I’m okay now.”
“There’s no rush. Just give it a second,” he says with a nod, and you do, flexing your hands in your lap to try and bring some feeling back.
“Where did you learn to do that?” you ask softly, and the corner of his mouth pulls up into a half-smile.
“My therapist taught me. I used to have really bad panic attacks. Still do, sometimes.”
You blink at him, trying to process the information. It never occurred to you that Baby Star Candy would be the kind of person to have a therapist, or any kind of mental health issues at all. Not when he seems so… well-adjusted.
“Do you need anything?” he offers. “Water?”
You shake your head, not quite ready to be left alone. “I just need this day to be over so I don’t have to fucking be here anymore,” you sigh.
Jungkook makes a face, as if in thought, then shrugs. “How about I drive you home?”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “I— I’m the keyholder, JK. It’s literally my first day back, I can’t just leave.”
“Where’s the key?” he asks, pulling himself up to standing in one smooth motion. Your legs feel shaky beneath you, and you gladly accept the hand he extends for support as you slowly right yourself next to him.
“It’s, uh—” you have to think for a second before it comes back to you, your brain still a little scrambled. You’d taken it back from your cover earlier this morning, and now it’s… “In my purse. On my desk.”
With that, Jungkook heads down the hallway towards your desk, and you follow after, slightly unsteady in your high heels. He stands to the side when he gets there first, like he doesn’t want to just dig through your things, and you reach for your purse to fish the key out of the bottom.
“Can I borrow that?” Jungkook asks, extending his palm. You pause for a second, then nervously drop the key into his hand.
Before you can even ask any follow-up questions, he’s disappearing back down the hallway. Your gaze lingers over your desk as you let another cautious breath out, and it feels like you’re moving in slow motion when you grab your laptop and slide it into your purse.
It seems like less than a minute before Jungkook returns again, rapping his knuckles against your desk. “You’re off the hook for tonight.”
“Really?” you ask, incredulous. “What did you do?”
He just shrugs. “Talked to your boss. Told him you weren’t feeling well and wanted to leave early. He said he’d lock up. It’s not a big deal to ask for help sometimes, you know.”
You blink, attempting to keep up, your reaction time slowed enough that it’s like you’re on a five second delay. “Thanks, Jungkook. I guess your therapist taught you that too, huh?”
Jungkook nods without a trace of shame. “Sure did. Now let’s get out of here.”
Nothing about the world around you feels real as you follow Jungkook into the elevator and down to the parking garage. It’s like floating through some strange dream, everything fuzzy and far away. You slip wordlessly into his passenger seat, and it’s only as he pulls out onto the city streets that a creeping sense of dread starts to dot up your spine.
This scene is too familiar, and that thought alone makes your mouth go dry. When you try to swallow, you can feel your throat threatening to constrict again.
“Jungkook,” you manage to choke out, and his eyes flit from the road to your face and back again.
“Everything okay?”
The silence in the car is suddenly deafening. “Can we, uh— put on some music? Just, anything?”
Jungkook looks a little cautious, like he doesn’t want to do too much too fast. “Are you sure?”
You nod, your eyes fluttering closed as you try to remember his stupid breathing pattern. “Please. I… need a distraction.”
“Okay. Sure,” he answers quickly, and you let out a ragged sigh of relief when he leans over to press a button and the car fills with upbeat pop. It takes you a second to place it, and then you blink your eyes open again as a laugh of surprise rips through you.
“Hype Boy, really?”
“What? This is a great song!” Jungkook’s already tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel in time to the beat. “I just learned the dance, too.”
You tip your head back against the seat with another soft giggle. “Sounds like somebody’s about to go viral on TikTok again.”
The two of you settle into silence, and you let yourself be distracted by the music, your brain still cotton-fuzz numb. You’re grateful that Jungkook doesn’t force conversation or babble on the way he normally does, instead choosing to hum along in a way that’s oddly comforting. You count your breaths and watch the city pass by in a blur, until all at once the car is coming to a stop at your apartment complex. The building seems to loom over you as you blink up through the windshield, one hand fumbling for the car door.
Up those stairs is the safety of your apartment. But now that you’re here, it doesn’t feel so reassuring. It’s not like there’s anyone waiting for you on the other side of your front door. No best friend to come over. It occurs to you now that you’re not ready to be alone just yet, but that’s exactly what you’ll be the minute you step out of Jungkook’s car.
The words leave your mouth before you have time to reconsider. “JK, do you want to come up for a bit?”
“Oh.” Jungkook is wide-eyed and blinking when you glance at him, like he wasn’t expecting the invitation. “Uh, yeah. Okay. For a bit.”
It’s a little funny, stepping inside your front door with Jungkook following after, the two of you slipping your shoes off in the hallway, then padding further in. You never pictured this happening, not even when he came to pick you up for Jimin’s concert.
Jungkook cautiously perches on the edge of the couch, like he’s not quite sure what to do with himself, while you continue into the kitchen, calling back over your shoulder. “Do you want something to drink? Water, tea?”
There’s a shuffling sound, like Jungkook is peeling out of his jacket. “Just, uh. Whatever you’re having, I guess.”
“Wine, then,” you answer.
You make short work of cracking open a bottle of red, then grab two glasses before returning to the living room and dropping down on the cushion next to Jungkook. His jacket is slung over the arm of the couch now, leaving him in his usual business casual uniform, a button-down and slacks.
“What a fucking day,” you sigh as you pour Jungkook a glass of wine, then one for yourself. “Thank you again, for… you know. Reminding me how to breathe.”
Jungkook still seems a little nervous as he reaches for his drink. “Yeah, of course.” There’s a moment of silence as you both take a sip, and then he speaks first. “Can I ask—“ he interrupts himself, as if making a correction. “I mean, I don’t want to pry. I know it’s not my business. At all.”
“You want to know why I had a panic attack in the middle of the office?” you offer, and he nods.
“Outside of Yoongi’s lab,” Jungkook finishes quietly, and your heart briefly stalls out at the mere mention of his name.
“It’s a good question,” you murmur as you stare at the liquid swirling in your glass. Jimin’s words suddenly come back to you in a whole new light. Start with the truth.
You glance up at Jungkook again. “Yoongi and I were…” You trail off, unsure what to even call it. Involved? Hooking up? Enemies with benefits? Nothing feels right. “We were something.”
“But not anymore?” Jungkook’s response is immediate. You shake your head.
“No, I guess not.” There’s a dull ache in your chest, like pressing on a fresh bruise, and you try to breathe through it, your gaze flitting down to the hem of your dress. “When we were in LA, he said he loved me. And now he says it didn’t mean anything. That it’s over.”
“Wow,” Jungkook huffs, sounding dazed and a little pissed off. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” you sigh as you sink back against the couch cushion. “Me too.”
It all feels more real, now that you’ve said it out loud. Hurts just as fucking bad. Maybe worse. “And I’m sorry I lied to you. I should’ve just told you, but. I don’t know. I think I wanted to believe I had it all under control.” A sad laugh flutters out of your lungs. “Clearly, I do not.”
“It’s okay,” Jungkook says, and he pauses for a moment, placing his wine glass on the coffee table before he continues. “Were you— I mean, was it… the whole time?”
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you shrug. “Not the whole time, but. Most of it, I guess. It was like a weird slow burn thing.”
“Got it.”
When you glance over at Jungkook, there’s a distant look in his eyes, like he’s still processing everything. You suppose it’s probably a lot to hear all at once. It feels good to be honest with him after so much time spent keeping secrets. A heat starts to bloom in your face as you take another sip of wine, then set the glass down.
There must still be a lingering post-panic disconnect between your brain and your body, because all of a sudden you’re moving on sheer instinct, without giving it any thought at all. You drop back against the couch cushion again, then tilt yourself to the side until your head is pressed gently into Jungkook’s shoulder.
You wonder if you’re imagining the way he tenses slightly at the contact. You glance up at him through your lashes, but he’s not looking at you, and the expression on his face is hard to judge. There’s a faint scar on his cheek that you’ve never noticed before.
It could be so easy, you realize now. All he’d have to do is turn a little and close the distance. He could cup your jaw in his hand, tilt your chin up towards him, brush his lips against yours. Soft and sweet.
And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. At least you wouldn’t be alone.
“It should have been you, Baby Goth,” you hear yourself say.
Silence weighs heavy in the air between you, and then Jungkook speaks.
“That’s not fair.”
It’s like the words snap you out of a trance. You jump back like you’ve just been burned, purposefully sliding over to put as much distance as you can between your bodies on the couch.
“I’m sorry,” you say reflexively, but Jungkook is still staring at the floor. His leg has begun to bounce, like a nervous tick.
“I don’t—” Jungkook starts, and then he pauses, taking a deep breath in before he begins the sentence again. “I don’t want… this. Not if… if it’s not real. Or just a rebound, or whatever.”
Shame rushes up in your chest, makes you hot all over. You can’t exactly say that he’s wrong, but the thought of a brief distraction from the pain was so promising. Now it’s only served to dig you in that much deeper.
“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you repeat dumbly. You can feel your heartbeat hammering behind your ribs. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just… Fuck, I’m such a mess right now. I keep fucking everything up.”
His gaze finally drifts up to meet yours, and you’ve never seen him look more serious. “You know, Chan said something that stuck with me. When I told him about what happened. He said, ‘if she really wanted to be with you, she already would be.’”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you recoil at the impact. You try to blink away the impending tears as you slowly nod. “Chan’s right,” you whisper, and Jungkook’s mouth pulls into a sad, flat grimace.
“Yeah,” he answers, his voice gone raw. “I thought so too.”
All at once, he’s on his feet and tugging his jacket back on, and you can only sit motionless and watch him. You press a finger to your waterline, trying to catch the tears before they start to spill down your face.
“I’m sorry you had a hard day,” Jungkook says, reaching up to adjust his collar. “And I really do want to be your friend. But I think I just need a little time.” He tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, turning over his shoulder to look at you, then quickly averting his gaze again. “We both do.”
“Yeah,” you sniff. “I want to be friends too. But, yeah. You’re right.”
Jungkook keeps his head down as he heads for the entryway. He slips his feet into his shoes, then swings the door open, pausing in the threshold for a final glance back towards you.
“Get some sleep,” he murmurs. You nod. And then the door clicks shut behind him.
~*~
Despite your best attempts and the rest of the bottle of wine, sleep doesn’t come. You stare up at the black of your bedroom ceiling, and it feels like staring at the rubble of every bridge you’ve burned. All from your own choices. The things you said that you shouldn’t have, the things you didn’t do that you should have. All your mess, and all your fault.
You keep your eyes open, because closing them is worse. Closing them is when it all comes back, a looping film strip in your head of everything that’s haunted you, played out in technicolor on the backs of your eyelids.
Extending a mug of coffee to Yoongi on your first day. Stealing food off Jimin’s plate at dinner. Splitting red bean buns with Jungkook.
And then it speeds up.
A locked office door, a stolen set of keys. A four digit code and a smirk. Your fingers gripping the edge of Yoongi’s desk. Dancing close with a dark-haired stranger in a packed club. Yoongi’s hands slipping up your thighs, closing over your throat. The flashing lights and noise of a concert. A full glass of whiskey. Standing outside of a bar in the cold night air. Rain on a windshield. A maple pastry and a paper coffee cup. Seoul lit up at night, cut through by the river. A hotel bed. Yoongi’s hands on the zipper of your dress. Yoongi’s hands on piano keys. Yoongi’s mouth on yours in a conference room, in his shower, in a K-town noraebang. His face pressed into your shoulder on the cab ride home.
And you see yourself, too. Running away. Saying the wrong thing. Fucking everything up, irreparably. Over and over, the movie replays.
Tears slip across the bridge of your nose as you turn onto your side, cheek pressed to the pillow, and wait for morning.
~*~
“There she is!”
Your boss’ greeting rings loud in your ears, and you wince as you duck your head through his office door. He gestures for you to have a seat in the chair across from his desk, and you comply. You can see him taking you in as you sit down, and when his smile falters slightly, you know why: there weren’t enough ice rollers in the world to completely de-puff your face after a sleepless night spent crying yourself dry.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, a little more gently.
You fold your hands in your lap and take a deep breath, willing the words not to get stuck in your throat. You can feel the tension in the room, your knife’s edge poised at the final cord to cut.
“I want you to know that I’ve really enjoyed my time working here,” you begin, doing your best to keep your voice even, squeezing your laced fingers tight to give your mind something to focus on. “But for personal reasons, I think I need to tender my resignation.”
Your boss sits back in his chair, clearly stunned. It takes him a second to recover. “I— wow. Can’t say I saw this coming.” He leans forward again. “It wasn’t something that happened here, was it? Because if we need to report an issue to HR, you should know I take that kind of thing very seriously. I’d hate to see you leave over something we could take care of.”
Another breath in, another squeeze of your hands in your lap. “No, it wasn’t,” you say firmly. “It’s just me. My own stuff. I think… I think maybe I need to leave Seoul for a bit.”
He pauses, considering your words, and you consider them, too. It isn’t a thought you were ever cognizant of having until this moment, but it doesn’t feel like a lie, either. It makes sense. You’ve snapped every tie that once might have kept you tethered to this city. There doesn’t feel like much point in staying, or like there’s anything still here for you.
“Well, good for you,” your boss finally says, his tone serious. “For knowing your own limits. Gotta be a human first, right?” You offer him a half-smile and a nod, and he leans forward to grab a pen off his desk, fiddling absentmindedly with it. “Thinking of going anywhere in particular?”
You shake your head, your smile turning self-conscious. “Hadn’t gotten that far.”
“If I’m overstepping, just tell me to shut up,” he starts, and you can’t help breathing out a laugh. “But you got some rave reviews from the Los Angeles team. Seriously, you blew them away. They asked if it was possible to clone you. Apparently they’ve been looking for an admin for a while, but can’t seem to find anyone who can walk the walk.”
Your eyes go wide as you begin to put the pieces together, and your boss just keeps going.
“I mean, it’s probably a bigger move than what you were looking for. Unless you’re really trying to get away. But you’re such a great asset, I’d love to keep you in the family, if we can.”
He looks at you pointedly, and you swallow around the sudden lump in your throat. “You… can do that?”
Your boss shrugs. “We’d have to get you a visa, but that’s easy enough with a specialty occupation lined up. And we can cover the fees for premium processing so it doesn’t take half a year. But only if it’s something you’re genuinely interested in. If you’re just trying to cut and run, I get it. No hard feelings.”
Your head goes spinning. Los Angeles. It’s about as far away from your mess of a life as you could possibly get. It feels too good to be true, and you drop your gaze to the floor as a tidal wave of guilt surges over you.
You hadn’t planned on this admission, but all at once, the words are coming out of your mouth.
“I lied,” you say, your voice soft, your eyes fixed firmly on the carpet. There’s no way you can look your boss in the face as the truth spills out of you. “On my job application. I don’t have any experience as an administrative assistant. I made it all up, and my reference was fake. I was actually a waitress before this.”
You finally manage a glance up. Your boss’ eyebrows are nearly at his hairline, but he’s quiet.
“It just… doesn’t seem fair to send me off to the Los Angeles team. Not when I don’t even know what I’m doing,” you conclude with an embarrassed grimace.
“You really feel like you don’t?”
His question makes you blink. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. You’re not sure how to respond.
He drops the pen in his hands to press his palms flat to the surface of his desk, as if he means business. “Look, obviously I can’t condone what you did. But I’ll be honest, if anything, that just makes me all the more impressed with your performance. I thought you adjusted quickly even for someone with past experience. To know you were flying blind…” He huffs a laugh of disbelief. “I mean, that’s a fucking crazy thing to do. But you did do it. I’ve seen you working your ass off to keep this office together. And that’s the thing: you have. You’ve met every deadline, kept up with every deliverable. You’ve taken everything we’ve thrown at you and handled it.”
You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, willing it to stop trembling. Fuck, you’d really thought you were done crying.
Your boss shakes his head as he continues. “Maybe if you’d just started, I’d feel differently about this. But I gotta be honest. When I look at your performance the past few months… I don’t give a fuck what your last job was. Because in this job, you’re killing it. And I know you’d do the same in Los Angeles, if you made the decision to go. They want you out there because they’ve already seen what you can do. They know it, and I know it. And I hope that some part of you knows it, too.”
A single tear rolls down your cheek, and you quickly reach up to swipe it away. “Thank you,” you choke out, your voice thick as you try to keep it together. “I seriously can’t tell you how much it means to hear that right now.”
He doesn’t respond right away, like he’s waiting for you to say more, and you take a shaky breath in as the decision solidifies in your head. “I really enjoyed my time with the Los Angeles team. And I would love to transfer there, if they’ll have me.”
Your boss’ mouth pulls into a smug smirk. “Please,” he says dryly. “As soon as they get wind of this, they’re going to beg me to ship you overnight.” You laugh as you dab at your eyes with the edge of your sleeve, and his face softens slightly. “I can’t do overnight. But do you think you can hang on for just a couple more weeks?”
You chase your nod with a gentle sniff. “Yeah. I think I can do that.”
~*~
Time passes quicker than you would’ve expected, split mostly between preparing for your transfer at work and trying to pack your life up into cardboard boxes at home. Apart from those two things, the days feel aimless, and a little unreal. It’s like you’re living in a liminal space, halfway between your old life and the promise of a new one. Your boss offers to hang onto the office key of his own accord, to give you more time to get your things in order, and you gratefully accept the help.
It’s a weird change, no longer having to worry about being the first one at the office and the last one out. No meeting Jungkook at the doors each morning. No fighting with Yoongi to get him to leave at the end of the day. You see relatively little of either of them, save for the occasional meeting or brush of shoulders in the hallway. You’d think losing both of them in one go might be unbearable if you didn’t already have your eyes on the horizon.
Your boss announces your upcoming transfer in the next team meeting, though Yoongi is naturally nowhere to be found. Jungkook’s eyes go as wide as you’ve ever seen them at the news, but he still slips out of the conference room immediately after the meeting wraps, rather than hanging back to talk to you.
You try not to take it personally; you can’t exactly blame him.
Life goes on. Your boss swings by your desk to excitedly share the news that your visa was approved, and you set a final transition date. You sort out the travel, the logistics of shipping your stuff, and lock down a place to sublet in Los Angeles to get you started. It’s admittedly shocking how easy it is to take your old life apart, piece by piece. To draft your escape plan, to run away from it all one final time. To make a clean break.
It’s nearly the end of your last workday in Seoul before you’re able to put a name to the feeling that’s begun to blossom in the pit of your stomach: it’s hope.
“Hey.” Your boss’ voice cuts through your concentration, and you glance up from your laptop to see him leaned up against your desk. “Can you walk to the break room with me for a second? Got a few last-minute questions for you.”
Your eyes go wide, your mind instantly racing, trying to think of what it is you might have forgotten.
“You’re not in trouble,” he says with a laugh, and you nod as you get to your feet, not quite able to believe it. “Just, uh, follow me and put on a happy face. Alright?”
You have no idea what he could possibly mean until you round the corner and a cheer rises up. The rest of your coworkers are standing around the break room in groups, like they’ve been waiting for you, though that doesn’t seem to have stopped them from already partaking in the assortment of food and drinks that’s been set up beside the vending machines. There’s a farewell banner pinned to the wall, signed with well-wishes from what looks to be everyone at the Seoul office, and someone’s turned on a playlist that you realize upon closer listen exclusively features songs about California.
There’s even a cake.
For a moment, you can’t do anything except stand there in the threshold, dumbfounded, as your coworkers clap and laugh.
“I— wow,” is all you can think to say, and you shoot your boss an incredulous look. “Thank you.”
He makes a face. “Hey, I didn’t do this. Thank JK.” Your boss nods across the room. “That kid loves any excuse to throw a party.”
Your heart immediately sinks at the mention, at all this kindness shown to you by the person you’ve arguably treated the worst.
It takes a while to get to him, with nearly every person wanting to stop you for a chat, but you finally manage to make your way over to where Jungkook is loading up a paper plate with so much food that it’s threatening to cave in.
“Make sure you get something to eat before it’s all gone,” he says by way of greeting, gesturing to the catering dishes with an elbow so he can keep both hands on his plate. “It’s really good.”
“Jungkook,” you say softly, and his gaze alights on you for a second before returning back to his food. You don’t think you’re imagining that he looks somewhat nervous. “I really can’t thank you enough. You didn’t have to do any of this.”
He shrugs, taking a few steps over to a nearby table, and you cautiously trail after him. “I didn’t,” he admits as he sets his plate down, then scoots a chair out. “But you deserve a good send-off. It takes a lot of guts to do what you’re doing.”
You shift nervously where you stand. “It’s either that or cowardice. I’ll let you know when I figure out which.”
A small smile tugs at his lips as he digs into his food, and you suddenly feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome. But then he glances up again, speaking through a mouthful. “Well, whatever it is. I hope it works out for you.”
“Thanks, JK.” You do your best to return his smile. “I hope so, too.”
By the time you grab your own plate, you’ve been swept into another group to answer an endless litany of questions about your move. You tell yourself it’s probably for the best to leave Jungkook alone anyway, so you try to stand there and smile, to assure your nosier coworkers that nothing happened; you just needed a change of scenery.
Eventually the conversation shifts, and you find yourself on the outskirts of it, more than a little relieved to no longer be in the hot seat. You sip politely at your drink and nod along, not really paying attention to whatever’s being said, until a tap on your shoulder makes you start, and you turn around.
You nearly drop your cup when you find Min Yoongi staring back at you.
Your eyes had scanned the crowd for his face when you got here, like they do in every room you walk into, but he wasn’t here. He wasn’t, you’re sure of it, and you honestly hadn’t expected him to show at all. Why would he?
But now here he is, standing in front of you, his dark eyes searching yours. And you have no idea what to say to him.
You might be face-to-face in a crowded break room, but he still feels unreachable, like he’s a thousand miles away from you. It occurs to you that after today he’ll be much, much further.
Your lips part, but you can’t get the words out. You don’t even know where to begin. But then he speaks first.
“I just want you to be happy,” he murmurs, and as he says it, his hand brushes yours for less than a second. It’s a touch so brief, so imperceptible, that anyone else would think it was an accident. But you know better.
Yoongi pauses, as if to take one final look at you, and then he slips between two groups of your chatting coworkers, and you lose sight of him again. As if he was never there at all. It’s like you can feel your heart drop to your feet and shatter against the linoleum floor.
It hurts just as much as it did before— watching him walk away, not having the guts to stop him. Even if you did, you know you’d find a way to fuck it up, the way you always do. So you say nothing. Do nothing. The party turns to white noise in your ears as you stare down at the liquid in your cheap plastic cup. And then it hits you all at once: you need to get out of here.
You’re able to slip out of the break room unnoticed, dropping your drink in a trashcan on the way out. You move down the hallway on unsteady legs, and you don’t stop until your hands are pressed flat to the bathroom door to push it open. Shouldering into a stall, you can barely fumble the lock closed behind you before the tears start to spill over.
You don’t try to hold them in. You just slump against the door and let it all pour out of you. You cry until your throat goes thick, until a muted thud blooms at the back of your skull, until you find yourself distantly wondering if you’ll ever stop crying. You’re so fucking sick of crying.
Occasional groups of coworkers drift into the bathroom, and you stifle your sounds each time to avoid detection, your cheek pressed to the stall door as you wait to hear them trickle out again. The interruptions get further and further apart until there’s a long stretch of silence, and your hands shake slightly as you slip the lock open to make your way out to the sink.
The face looking back at you in the mirror is not a pretty sight, all puffy and tear-stained, your makeup a disaster. You reach for a paper towel to try and clean yourself up, and then the bathroom door creaks open a few inches, just enough for Jungkook to stick his head through the gap.
You can’t help smiling a little at his unexpected presence, though it’s more of a grimace, considering you know full well how awful you look right now. “Hey, JK.”
He blinks, eyes widening as he takes in your current state. “I know I’m not supposed to be in here, but… are you okay?”
The laugh you manage is all self-pity. “Kind of a loaded question.”
Jungkook nudges the door open with his foot, and you realize his hands are preoccupied with two paper plates. “Everyone’s gone; I was just cleaning up,” he explains. “I brought cake.”
“Thanks,” you say softly, watching his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he steps inside.
After a moment of internal debate, you turn to press your back to the sink, flattening your palms against the counter and hopping up to sit on it. Jungkook sets the plates between you before following suit, his long legs dangling over the edge of the marble surface. He reaches into his shirt pocket to retrieve two plastic forks, performing the motion with just enough flourish to make you really laugh as he hands you one with a shy smile.
The two of you take your first bites in silence, save for your own sniffling.
“This cake is really good,” you murmur as you chew.
A longer pause settles between you, and you find yourself relieved for the quiet. You figure Jungkook doesn’t need to ask the obvious question, that he’s perfectly capable of putting the pieces together as to what might’ve led you to lock yourself in the bathroom and cry all your makeup off. And any words of comfort he could’ve once offered would only make you feel like even more of a monster right now.
Jungkook has already finished his slice of cake by the time he speaks again. “Did you… hate the party?”
“No, JK,” you respond immediately, the corner of your mouth pulling up in a sad half-smile. “It was wonderful.” Guilt gnaws at the edges of your conscience, and you can’t help but question what you ever did to be worthy of this friendship. Of Jungkook’s kindness, given freely, even when you didn’t deserve it. “Seriously, thank you. For everything.”
“You’re welcome,” he answers. You look down just in time to see him extend a leg so he can gently tap his foot against yours. His voice is quieter when it comes back. “I’m really gonna miss you.”
“I’m gonna miss you too,” you echo, glancing up at him as you return his foot tap with one of your own. “But you’ll be alright.”
Jungkook’s gaze drifts down to the floor, and he nods as you take another bite of cake, his jaw set firm. “Yeah. I will be.”
~*~
As you pack up the last of your things, there’s a lingering feeling in your gut that you can’t quite manage to shake, and you’re not sure why. Maybe Jimin got in your head with all the TV show drama talk. Or maybe it’s your stupid heart, foolishly holding out hope that things could still change, even at the eleventh hour. That it all can’t just… end like this.
But none of the scenarios you’ve dreamed up come true. Yoongi isn’t standing at your apartment door when you swing it open with your suitcase in hand. He doesn’t step out of the cab that pulls up to your complex to take you to the airport. He doesn’t run through the terminal to catch you right before you make it to security.
Yoongi doesn’t stop you. So you go.
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NEW YEAR'S EVE, n. jm <3
pairing | n. jm x m!r
synopsis | you and your best friend, jaemin, welcomed the new year through other means.
cw | implied fwb, anal f*ngering, pet names (bub, little boy, good boy, little sl*t, etc.,), slight degrading, praising, size k*nk, hyung k*nk, overstim, unprotected intercourse, messy writing. 1.4k words
an | i'm very obsessed with jaemin lately 😵💫 reblogs r highly appreciated
"cutie little bub~" you felt jaemin place a little kiss on your forehead while he coos at you. "precious little boy having a hard time taking my fingers, hm?" a whimper could only come out of your mouth as the tip of his fingers were, again, pressed against your prostate. before you could even speak, jaemin went on to engage in a fervent kiss that made you swallow your words down— he bit and sucked your lips desperately until they're all bruised and swollen before pulling back.
he had you wrapped around his fingers, literally and figuratively. with the slightest curl of his digits, jaemin had you whining and whimpering, your walls clenching as hard as you can around his fingers.
"what a greedy fuckhole you got down there, love~ it just won't let me leave~" jaemin murmured lowly while taking his fingers out just the moment before your climax hit you. the deprivation made you squirm on his lap like a brat, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter than before.
"stop teasing me, nana," small protests spilled out of your throat as you stared at him with the most precious, teary, pleading eyes you know your best friend can't deny. he just can't turn his little boy down whenever he sees his eyes like that.
you shivered to the feeling of jaemin nibbling your ear— his hot breath against your ear being enough to arouse you and make your cock hard again. jaemin caresses your body down to the cheeks of your ass, groping you so slow yet so good. "you want daddy to stop teasing you, hm? is that what you want?"
his voice was cold, but the intentions behind it were hot and dirty, "sure then~ 'm gonna fuck you just the way you love it, bub~" subtle whines elicit from your lips as you felt his fingers, coated with your own cum, touch your bruised lips. unhesitatingly, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking him clean while you enjoyed the taste of your own discharge, much to his satisfaction. "such a good boy you are~" he praised.
your tongue feels like it's moving on its own as you swirl your wet muscle around those filthy digits of his. jaemin stared at you with devilish eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. a deep groan was heard from him as he teased the tip of his cock to your entrance, urging you to moan out a needful noise. your mind went empty as you felt him breach your hole deeper, his fingers leaving your mouth before grabbing your face by your jaw. "your hole's so sloppy just for my fucking cock, hm?"
an absentminded nod was the only response you could give to him, prompting jaemin to slow his thrusts down, making you feel all the veins on his cock fit perfectly to all the crevices inside your hole. "tell me what you want, c'mon~" he bit your lower lip as he continued to penetrate his cock along your velvety walls, earning him a very slutty whine that made his cock throb more in arousal.
"i-i'm a whore for your cock, hyung~" you whimpered, and that turned jaemin on even more. "want hyungie to slut me out like the little whore i am," as the tension thickened, jaemin couldn't help but moan deeply at your pleas. the sound of your voice rang to his ears melodically, as if it was inviting him to just give in to you— in which he does immediately.
"you want to be hyung's whiny little fuckslut, huh?" you could feel his cock pulsate inside you as he halted his actions for a breather; his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead that made him look hotter than he already is. "cute and tiny little boy~" he stated as he placed a small kiss on your head once more, voice getting slurry as he drowned himself to the addicting pleasure of your walls clamping down around his cock. jaemin has grown accustomed to the feeling of making you feel small and helpless next to him, he just couldn't help it but fall in to the feeling of his best friend whining and begging for him as he fucks you to your high. your pleasure has always been jaemin's top priority.
a beautiful river of tears flowed from your eyes the moment you felt jaemin rut his hips again. no matter how much the two of you have fucked, you really never got used to the strain of his big cock being inside of you— to him, it has always felt like the first time— the precious time where you took each other's virginity.
"daddy," a squeak departs your mouth as his gentle hands land on your tummy before descending down to your hips as he rutted deeper, "yes, angel?" Your shuddering legs are soon pressed against your chest, grinning like a devil as he felt how much deeper he could penetrate you with this position. you're moaning nonsense beneath him, your head driven back in pleasure, as your tongue convulsed with unintelligible whines. "what is it, huh? tell me~ you want me to make you a pillow prince? or you want hyungie to fuck you like a dirty cumslut?"
"f-fuck me like a slut, please~ nana~" a strain on your voice could be noticed due to how hard you moan his name in fervor pleasure. he crouches down to groan, his tip pressing on your prostate, lust-blended irises amusingly studying your filthy look. he hasn't ever gotten sick of hearing you make such lovely noises.
"s-so deep— so good, hyungie~" your palms wrench the bedding so firmly that your hands become numb. he laughs at the pitiful moan, "hm~?" jaemin has had you sobbing at every thrust of his hips, your cock twitching and leaking an indecorous amount of precum; a new strain of tears flowing down every time his cock hits your overly sensitive prostate. "why don't you cum for hyungie, then? if i'm fucking you this good, shouldn't you be cumming for me?"
your thighs shivered as a reaction of how rapid he was fucking you, his hot breath fanning the cool river of the tears running down your cheeks before he shamelessly licked salty fluid on your face, "c'mon, love~ cum for me~," he nibbled your ear, "like the slut you really are," he continued. he sneered deviously as your sides clench over his cock. he leaned back while he cooed in awe as his stomach and chest got painted by the cum that spurted messily from your cock, "such a slutty little boy you are," you can feel his cock throb against your velvety walls as his tease fades into a broken groan, "you're enjoying this, aren't you~?"
you moaned and nodded frantically as a response; having jaemin to stammer as a result of your hole being clenched around him so tightly, "that's good boy~" the room is abuzz with his moan as he bottoms you through your high, "my good boy~ good and sweet little boy, yeah?" your hazy eyes gleamed up at him in the comedown, and you ponder whether it is the overdriving ecstasy thrumming through your limbs or the reality that your friend has always been so ephemeral with beads of sweat soaking his temples as he thrust on top of you.
"so fucking dirty~" your reverie is broken by his words, "all of this for hyungie~? how cute of you~" you caused a mess below there, and your face heats as you realize he's referring to the sloppy squelch that occurs when his cock drives into your hole. your hands try to nudge him back by pushing at his arms, "i-it's too much, hyungie~ it hurts~" you sob as he persists to abuse your impulsive hole.
"yeah? this hurts?" he taunted as he pushed his cock as deep as he could, earning him a loud squeal from you, "too bad we're not gonna stop 'til i stuff you full." he hissed as his grip on your legs tightened, feeling the warmness of your hole envelopes his cock even tighter. you could sense he was near from his breathlessness and sporadic plunges, "fuck— keep clenching around me like that~!" he moaned disorderly, "need me to fill this beautiful hole of yours, huh?" you're driven into another repeated orgasm with him, causing your back to arc as another set of thick white ropes of cum come out of your cock.
"s-so, so handsome for me like this, baby boy~ so handsome~" breathless whispers came in contact to your ears as jaemin painted your inside walls white with a profuse amount of cum. "happy new year, baby boy~" he kissed your forehead as you passed out from exhaustion.
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I love your writing, so I'm super excited that you have requests open!
Would you be able to do something with Solomon for number 30. "We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else." ? I immediately thought it would work well for the shenanigans that may happen with him and MC getting used to living together at Cocytus Hall. Feel free to get creative with it!
If you don't like this idea, feel free to ignore. I'm looking forward to seeing all the other prompts you end up writing! 💜
𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄
~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]
✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : While you spent the night at the House of Lamentation it seems like something happened in Cocytus Hall’s kitchen…
‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, stablished relationship, fluff, no nightbringer spoilers
‧₊˚ a / n : ah yes, the Solomon coded prompts ~ i’m not sure if they’re all Solomon coded or it’s just us relating every situation to him 😵💫 thanks for reading love, hope you like it (: ~
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It had been a long night at The House of Lamentation. You had really wanted to go back home last night, but when the brothers asked you so eagerly to stay the night you just couldn’t say no. So you had texted Solomon.
“Sol I don’t think i’m gonna be able to go back home until tomorrow evening. Get some takeout! Make sure it lasts for tomorrow’s lunch too.”
“Sure thing, don’t worry about me. Enjoy the sleepover!”
And since Solomon had agreed to buy food for himself you didn’t expect him to enter the kitchen at all. When you got back to Cocytus Hall you went straight to your bed room. Tossed your clothes into the laundry basket, had a shower and put on some fresh and clean clothes before finally deciding to head down to make dinner. But as soon as you stepped in the kitchen you froze. You could tell it had been cleaned thoroughly, as if someone had tried to cover up a mess, but that wasn’t what your eyes had found themselves glued to. There was something that cleaning just couldn’t hide: the burnt toaster in the middle of the counter.
Still in shock, you walked closer to inspect the terrible state in which your poor toaster had been abandoned. More than burnt it had been melt down. How do you even melt a toaster?! What could’ve Solomon ever put inside it for it to end up like that? A shiver ran down your spine. To be honest, you probably didn’t even want to know. The sound of the front door opening made you sigh, so you turned around and headed to the kitchen’s entrance. There at the other end of the hallway Solomon closed the door, he looked restless, but he froze the moment he saw you. You crossed your arms.
“MC, you’re back! You’re early.” he smiled fondly, but his nervous voice gave away his real feelings. You noticed he hid something behind his cape.
“I’m not. It’s evening already, I told you I’d come back in the evening”
“Right” he cleared his throat nervously “well, why don’t you go ahead and take a shower, now that you’re back home?”
“I already did that” an awkward silence filled the hallway, so you bit your lip to stop your laughter from ruining your stern act “would you mind explaining what happened to the toaster?”
“What happened to the toaster?” he raised his brows, faking surprise and concern.
“It’s… quite literally molten.” you quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh… well, it wasn’t me.” Solomon walked up to one one of the side tables to drop his keys.
“Who was it then?”
“Uhm…” he leaned in to the staircase, his grey eyes wandering across the ceiling to try and come up with something “… well, maybe…”
“Sol, we live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” a snort escaped your mouth, the sound making Solomon relax a little bit, his eyes driving back to yours.
“Are you sure you didn’t do it?” a playful smile appeared of his lips.
“Solomooon?!” his name left your lips as you exhaled in disbelief, you walked up to him “are you trying to gaslight me?!”
“What? No, no, absolutely not!” his amused silver irises towering over you now that you were closer to him “I’m just saying, sometimes when humans travel between timelines they get this crazy symptoms, like doing stuff and not remembering.”
You stared at him trying not to laugh.
“Really.”
“Yes really, there are documented cases! It has a name and everything. Uh… Flickering time amnesia, I believe.”
“Are you saying that I have flickering time amnesia and forgot I burnt the toaster? Or are you saying you have it and burnt the toaster but you don’t remember?”
“Oh” he leaned in closer to you in search of your lips, whispering “you’re right, maybe I did do it.”
“I know you did it.” you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from coming any closer “And what’s with the bag?”
Solomon blinked in confusion.
“The bag?”
“The bag you’re hiding behind your cloak”
The sorcerer remained frozen for a second, before finally sighing and showing you the white bag he had brought. You peeked into it to find a brand new toaster, it was exactly the same brand and model as the old one. This time you ended up laughing out loud.
“You were going to replace it hoping I wouldn’t find out?”
Solomon’s face turned red in embarrassment, he didn’t dare to make eye contact with you.
“Maybe…”
“You’re the worst” with a giggle, you grabbed his shirt to bring him close for a kiss.
Solomon sighed in relief again, soft lips sliding on top of yours. He smiled into the kiss, one of those mischievous smiles of his, probably thinking about how he had managed to escape from the situation unscathed and even earned a kiss from you.
“You know what, time traveler?”
“Hmm?”
“Starting today you’re banned from the kitchen.”
#; fluffy belle#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me solomon#obey me swd#om solomon#obey me nb#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me x y/n#obey me x you#solomon x y/n#solomon x you#solomon x mc#gn!reader#gn!mc
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Neighbor!robin who has a dacryphilia kink licking your tears whenever she’s edging or overstimulating you…laughing at your tears and calling you soo pathetic because she’s barely started🫣🫣🫣😵💫😵💫-🍓
older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 737
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering, light choking, robin mocking reader?, as always let me know if i missed anything! :)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is super short, but i'm challenging myself to write as much as i can today so expect a little drabble spam.
robin loves to make you cry.
not when you're emotional or sad over something, but when you're beneath her in bed.
she loves to see the physical impact that she has on your body, loves to see you shiver and squirm while your eyes are watering and tears start falling from your eyes.
robin loves to get you to the point where your legs are shaking and you're holding onto her for dear life while she's just pounding into you relentlessly.
and you would be lying if you said you didn't love it too.
you're sitting on her lap, legs wrapped around her waist while her fingers are thrusting into you.
you have been like this for what feels like hours and she had you in a variety of different positions already; on your stomach with her mouth on your cunt from behind, on your back with robin towering above you, on her thigh...
and robin is coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you, your pussy aching from the overstimulation already.
and yet there is no end in sight.
you know you could use the safe word anytime and she would stop.
but the thing is, you don't want her to.
you want this. you want her to ruin you however she pleases and you will gladly let her.
robin stares up at you through her lashes, lust and pleasure written all over her features.
she is watching your moves and reactions while her thumb flicks over your sensitive clit.
"fuck robin" you hiss through gritted teeth. "fuck"
she reaches out and puts a strand of hair behind your ear softly. such a contrary gesture to the things her fingers are doing to you between your legs.
"is it too much?" her raspy voice whispers but you can tell she doesn't mean it.
"is it too much for you to handle? hm?"
she curls her fingers harder at every word and watches the way you squirm on top of her.
you whimper and nod your head, your lips tucked between your teeth so hard you're actually scared it'll draw blood.
you can feel tears forming in your eyes at all the different sensations flooding through you. the edge of pain, all the pleasure, the sound of robin's voice...
it's all too much. too much and not nearly enough.
you try to keep your eyes shut tightly, the tears spilling from their corners freely.
you can sense robin leaning in closer, her hands wrapping around your neck loosely.
"well that's too bad, because you're gonna fucking take it"
a desperate whine from your lips is the only response you can manage and the woman beneath you chuckles right at your face.
"such a pathetic thing" she hums. "i'm only just getting started with you and you're already crying?"
and then, in a moment of pure obscenity, she pulls you closer to her by the neck and her tongue runs over your cheek, licking the tears from your face.
it runs from the side of your mouth, all the way up until your eyes, cleaning up the salt streams from your face.
she moans against your skin and you shiver.
the sensation of her velvet tongue on your face just adds on to the intense pleasure, only that this time you can't stay in control of it.
it washes over you like a wave, your toes curling and your back arching against her as you scream out her name.
the last thing you're fully capable of registering is her chuckling against your neck and whispering sweet praise before you cum all over her hand.
your orgasm hits you with all its strength and the only thing that is steading you to this earth is robin's firm hold of you.
you roll your hips against each thrust of her long fingers and she lets you, allowing you to ride out your orgasm in the ways you need to.
you're pounding and your breathing is shallow when you finally come down from the height, your entire body shaking from her actions.
robin has both of her hands wrapped around you, palms sitting on your shoulder blades while she is peppering kisses over your chest.
"you did so good for me" she praises, as she lays you down on your bedsheets.
and then, before you know it, she's kissing and licking down your body again, eyes rolling back and fingers gripping the comforter underneath you as she reaches your center.
#robinsno1lesbian drabbles#robin buckley#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x fem!reader#robin buckley x female reader#robin buckley x fem!reader smut#robin buckley x yn#robin buckley x you#robin buckley smut#older!robin buckley#older!neighbor!robin buckley#older!neighbor!robin x reader#neighbor!robin x reader
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Ruby Red
Cassian x Reader
Summary: Anon Request:Hi I love your writing! Could you maybe write something with a Cassian x Reader where they have been mates for awhile and it’s their anniversary soon and the Reader had been feeling like she hasn’t surprised him recently in the bedroom so they get like a nice red lace set and funky time ensues and Cassian is just like heart eyes for them???😵💫
Warnings: Smut!
Word Count: 2,624
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You couldn’t stop looking at him all night.
Cassian had insisted on meeting you at Rhysand and Feyre’s house for the annual Starfall party, the holiday celebrated across Velaris. You’d been confused at the time, when he told you Azriel would winnow you to the gathering, but seeing him in his sheer black shirt, halfway unbuttoned to show off his delicious tan abs and dark ink swirling across his chest, you knew that if he’d put it on in your presence you wouldn’t have made it to the party at all.
And by the smirk he wore every time his eyes caught yours he knows it too.
You hadn’t yet approached him, heading straight to pour yourself a glass of hearty liquor as your mouth had suddenly gone dry at the sight of him. It was going to be very hard to control yourself if you were by his side.
They’d always talked about males being territorial, but surely they’d have nothing on you while your mate looked like a God.
You’d seen him dressed up of course, for your mating ceremony and the dinners held with the Inner Circle, but never like this. You want to stalk over to him and run that expensive fabric through your fingers, feel it against your skin. You want your mate to take you home right now and bring you to bed.
If this is what he has planned for Starfall, you can’t even begin to wonder what Cassian is planning for your upcoming anniversary.
Taking another sip from your glass you peel your eyes from your mate and back to Feyre, who’s been speaking to you for the past few minutes while you gazed at your lover. She wears a knowing look and you flush at being caught.
“Sorry,” you clear your throat, embarrassed at the filthy nature of your thoughts when they drifted to your mate, “What were you saying?”
The High Lady shakes her head fondly, puffing out a breath of laughter, bidding you parting words as Cassian saunters over to you. Up close the material is even more beautiful, silky smooth and shimmering beneath the faelights.
“Hello, Love,” your mate places a warm hand on your arm as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. You savor the taste of him; cedar and the bitter alcohol he’s been drinking. “Why haven’t you come to greet me?” The mirth in his voice is unmistakable, his eyes glittering with mischief.
“I hardly recognized you without your leathers,” you gesture to his clothing. Unable to stop yourself, you reach out to touch the fabric. It’s exactly as soft as you imagined it and you let your fingers brush across his exposed chest, causing the male to shiver slightly.
“Do you like it?” he asks and you look up at him because he doesn’t sound cocky, he sounds genuinely worried that it’s not something you’d like seeing him in. His brows are furrowed uneasily, mouth turned downward in question.
“I love it,” you place your palm flat against his thumping heart, soothing over his skin with your thumb, “In fact, how about you come home with me and I’ll show you exactly how much I love it.”
The steady beating beneath your hand picks up at your words while your mate lets out a hearty laugh, pulling you into his chest tightly.
“(Y/N), the party’s just started,” he whispers amusedly into your hair.
You turn your head, kissing between his pectorals and giving the muscle a kitten lick, “I don’t think anyone will even notice.” A blatant lie. “We can come back afterwards,” you offer at the knowing look he gives when you peek up at him, “It’ll be like we didn’t even leave.”
His body shakes with laughter beneath you and you let out a disappointed sigh before he even speaks. “I’d like that, but I think we both know that once we get back home we won’t be leaving for the rest of the night.”
“Is that so bad?” You pout, resting your head on his chest. It’s so warm beneath your chin you could die right here a happy female, but not before you get what you so desperately want. Usually you had no trouble getting your mate to take you to bed, why is he being so hesitant all of a sudden? “We’ve been to every Starfall party for the last fifty years, I’d say we’ve earned it.”
“How I wish that I could give you everything you want, Love,” he smooths your hair back, tucking it behind your ear with a soft look.
“You can,” you protest gently, pressing your body flush against his. You don’t care who’s watching, all you want is Cassian and Cassian now.
“Don’t you want your gifts? Or dessert?” he tries to distract you but to be honest, your body pushing up against his has the warlord trying to keep his own cool. “I saw Naula and Cerridwen made your favorite.”
“I don’t care,” you stare up at him with the look that you know he can’t refuse. “All I want is you.”
Gods, he really tried his best. He’d lasted all of a half hour before his walls started crumbling down. Just by the looks you were giving him he’d known he’d done well. He’d stayed clear of the other females at the party, for he knew you’d ascend on them like the beautiful huntress you were if they did so much as look his way.
You are the only female that he wants.
“Let’s go,” his voice is husky. He can’t control himself when you’re like this, needy and possessive. It’s so fucking hot, he’d take any sort of teasing from his friends to see you like this.
He scoops you up into his arms and you can’t hide the grin from your face as he begins the short fly to your house. Gifted to you by the High Lord, it’s lavishly over-the-top but you’ve grown to accept and love the home you share with your mate.
You can’t keep your hands to yourself the entire flight, kissing and sucking at Cassian’s neck as he maneuvers the skies as quickly as he can, his cock straining against his nice trousers and his body vibrating with anticipation.
“(Y/N),” he gasps at a particularly arousing nip, “We’re almost home.”
“Better hurry then,” you whisper in his ear, mouthing at his lobe.
His wings pound faster.
Cassian’s knees nearly buckle when he lands on the balcony, striding across the stones and shoving open the doors with his shoulder.
You squeal as he drops you on the bed, caging you in, lust wild in his eyes. He kisses you roughly, body dipping to meet yours but then you’re pushing at his chest and he leans back, confused.
“Wait,” you gasp, and he groans as you scramble and slip from beneath him. You’d convinced him to bed you, teased him on the entire fly over, and now you’re telling him to wait?
But when he turns to face you your sultry smile has him freezing in his spot.
“What?” he asks, and you press gently at his shoulders, urging him to sit down. His cock is straining so hard against the inseam of his pants he nearly groans at the feeling but he does as he’s told.
“Your gift,” you tell him, stepping between his legs and rewarding him with a kiss. His hands snake around your waist, caressing your ass as he stares up at you, chasing the feeling of your lips against his.
“Can’t the gifts wait?” he groans, “I just want you, right here, right now.”
And that cutting grin on your face makes his cock throb in his pants. He nearly whimpers as you step away from him, shaking your hand out of his because he doesn’t want to let go.
“You’re going to like this one, I promise,” you offer, slowly sliding the straps of your dress over your shoulders.
And he absolutely does. The dark silky silver fabric cascades from your body like liquid metal, pooling on the floor at your feet and what you don underneath has your mate nearly coming at the sight.
A set of lingerie that has clearly been made custom with the finest of dark lace. He’d noted the gloves you wore with two red rubies inset on the back of your hands, but he’d just thought it a tribute to him as part of your Starfall attire. Seeing this, a jewel sewn into the revealing clothing in all of the spots his own siphons sat in his armor…he is one lucky male.
Your name is a whisper of awe as you give him a spin, his wide eyes drinking you in, committing it to memory.
You place your hand in his and he tugs you gently nearer, his breath pants and pupils blown wide with lust at the sight of you.
“Do you like it?” you murmur with a soft smile, watching how his eyes graze your body. You shiver under his intense gaze.
“Let me show you exactly how much I like it,” his voice is gruff, repeating the words you’d spoken earlier in the night when you’d seen his shirt.
His grin is pure sex as he pulls you down onto the bed. You squeal at the movement, straddling his waist as he guides you to kiss him with a hand on the back of your head.
He groans into your mouth as you swirl your hips against his. You shudder, feeling the length of his cock through the fabric keeping it pinned to his leg. Gods, it’s been too long.
“You look so fucking beautiful in my siphons,” his voice is rough as he moves from your lips to your neck, palming at your breasts, thumb brushing across the jewel at the center of your chest before he mouths over it.
Cassian opens his eyes at the faint glow and his moan is guttural when he realizes that it’s the rubies glinting exactly like his stones, an extra charge that you’d had to pay, but entirely worth every single mark you’d spent on the outfit.
You trace down his exposed torso, tongue following in a hot stripe down his chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons as you go. You can feel his muscles contorting beneath your lips, his hands skimming up your thigh-high stockings, rubbing his thumbs over the two glittering stones there, the shuddering breaths from his heaving chest as he looks down at you with those burning eyes.
The button gives way easily beneath your eager fingers but the strain of his prick against the fabric of his pants has the rest of them stuck, and at the frustrated huff you let out he’s growling and tearing the fabric apart, buttons flying everywhere.
He doesn’t stop there, won’t give you the chance to tease him out of his undergarments. His hips lift up and you shriek, bracing your hands against his shoulders so you don’t topple forward while he makes quick work of pushing his bottoms down, his cock thick and dripping against his hip.
You rut against him, can’t help yourself at the sight of his enormous prick, twin groans filling the otherwise silent room.
“Let’s see how bright they get when you come,” his grin is feral and your cunt clenches, breath catching in your throat at his suggestion. You let your head roll back on your shoulders at the thought, but Cassian’s grabbing your hands and tugging you down so you’re flush against his bare body.
It’s really not fair that he’s fully naked beneath you because all you want is to feel every inch of him as he fucks up into you, it’s been too long since you’d had sex, but you’ve committed to your Starfall gift and he seems to be enjoying it much more than you thought.
His fingers dip into your panties and you gasp as he brushes lightly between your folds, the stones adorning your body flickering in time with your whimpers of pleasure. Cassian curses lowly under his breath as he watches. He can’t stop looking at you, gaze moving from a stone to meet yours and back again.
“You needly little thing,” he purrs as you grind down on his fingers, gasping at the feeling of his calloused and rough hand brushing against your sensitive clit.
He could get off like this, watching you, red siphons glowing brightly, shining softly against your smooth skin in the best way, lighting your features in the sensual light. You look so incredibly beautiful atop him and he can’t control his hips as they buck up, eager for friction.
“Cass,” you plead and that’s all it takes for him to slide the lace of your panties aside and press his dripping cock into your cunt. You shudder at his girth, he’s going too slow, so you settle down onto him with a satisfied sigh, hips meeting his.
“Shit, (Y/N),” he hisses, feeling the walls of your cunt convulse around his prick, grasping your hips in a bruising grip to halt the teasing bounce you give him. “Give me a second or I’ll come right now.”
You moan at his words, pinching your nipples, utterly aroused by his admission. It had been a while since you and Cassian had been in this position, busy with your respective roles to the Night Court, but the fact that you have him nearly releasing at the first touch of you wrapped around him has you pulsing with delight.
“As long as you make me come I have no problem with that,” you release a shaky breath. Your body is vibrating with need, if he doesn’t let you start moving soon you might cry.
And of course he’ll make you orgasm, of that you have no worry. It must sound like a good plan to him because he’s moving now, planting his feet on the bed to jackknife up into you, causing a drawn-out keen to escape your mouth.
He wasn’t kidding about being close because he’s snaking his hand down once again, circling your clit at the exact rhythm he’s memorized to get you off quickly. He saved it for instances when he couldn’t help but need you, before meetings, dinners with the Inner Circle, or when he was supposed to be on watch in the Court of Nightmares, when you had looked like sin in your dress and he’d dragged you into an empty room to take care of you.
You can feel your orgasm coiling, heat pooling low in your gut, and every noise of encouragement you make has him edging closer and closer to his own. He can’t hold it in any longer, not after the particularly erotic swirl of your hips, the sihpons on your outfit burning bright with pleasure in the darkened room. You’re almost blinding to look at, ethereal in the crimson light and he tips into a pleasured state with a shout, dragging you with him.
Your body is mush when you come down from your high, body going boneless against the Illyrian beneath you. He tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a lazy but passionate kiss as he wraps his arms around you, holding you closer.
His mouth is hot across your shoulder, teeth clasping around the strap of your top and releasing, letting the elastic snap against your skin. You jolt on top of him but he tightens his grip on you, a sheepish grin on his face when you give him a look.
Cassian brushes the hair from your face, murmuring sensually, “Keep these on. We’re most definitely going to have round two.”
#cassian smut#cass x reader#cassian#cassian x reader#cassian/reader#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acomar#acotarxreader#azsazz#starfall
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hello, jade! 👋 congratulations on 2k followers 👏 👏 you deserve it sm!!! I'm so proud of you! 🫶 if it's okay, I would like to request something for your 2k drabblepalooza event, please. it would be a JungKook x reader e2l drabble with the trope "cuddling for warmth", please. :) (it's been hard for me to find some great fluffy fics with jk and I love everything you write, so I know it'll be good if you decide to write it ♡) thank you in advance, take care! 💕
tysm, sweet bean! as i am wont to do, i went a bit left field. hope that’s okay 😵💫 tbh, this one was actually really difficult for me to attempt in drabble format because those things feel so opposite to me and would normally justify a lot more backstory, i think?? but i loved the challenge!! i went more with a “life decided we are enemies” kind of thing.
pairing: jeon jungkook x gn!reader
type: drabble | wc: 811 | 18+
genre: hurt/comfort, angst
au: enemies to lovers(ish), organized crime
summary: you didn’t plan this far ahead. you should have.
cw: implied gunshot wound & blood (after the fact, not described in detail) / implied criminal enterprise / reference to threats (a hit) / a plot twist? in this economy? / ambiguous ending
Jungkook hisses as he tightens the belt around his bicep. Not far below it, invisible with the deep black of his jacket, is proof that he isn’t invincible after all. In fact, he bleeds much more freely than anyone else you’d ever met — or, more specifically, anyone else you’d ever shot.
Clipped, rather. The bullet barely grazed him.
He sits two meters away, half-slumped and wholly displeased. Between you, there’s a spent shell casing — your last — that had previously been sitting pretty in a magazine, itself nestled in a pistol once strapped snugly against your right thigh. The gun was confiscated and that thigh strap is useless now, just like the black denim underneath it; the turtleneck sweater above it; and the radiator behind you that likely hasn’t worked at any point in your lifetime.
Cold concrete nips at your ass despite your jeans and you shiver. As it saps what’s left of your body heat, makes the back of your thighs tingle until they’re numb, you do your best to squeeze yourself tighter. You can’t reduce your surface area to zero, but if you shrink as much as is physically possible, you can try your best to keep warm.
For the same reason, you can’t lean your exhausted body against the stone wall behind you, but you can crumple forward and rest against the bent knees you clutch to your chest. You can’t stop glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, either, but you can use the fallout from your ponytail as cover and pretend that you aren’t.
Suffice to say, this was not how your night was supposed to go.
“Worst fucking shot I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jungkook mutters through gritted teeth for what you imagine to be the hundredth time. His scoff is visible when it hits the air; his rage doesn’t dissipate the way his breath does. “Kim was right there and you hit me instead? Unbelievable.”
You don’t respond.
If you unclench your jaw to do so, the chattering of your teeth might reduce them to dust in your mouth.
Without your cell phone, you can’t tell how much time passes while you sit in silence. You can’t confirm your suspicion that the temperature outside has, in fact, dipped far below zero. Similarly, you can’t tell if anyone stuck around after locking you in this basement to see how long it would take for the cold to take you out — or to finish the job themselves if you beat the odds.
Jungkook huffs as he shifts in place. Now, with his back resting uncomfortably against the wall, he glares headlong at you. Unfortunately for him, looks can’t kill.
If they could, you wouldn’t be in this mess.
Against your better judgment — again — you give in to the primal part of your brain that begs for self-preservation. Your muscles are stiff after so much time spent in knots, and they ache as you push yourself off the ground. Your joints protest too, clicking uncomfortably as they resettle. Wordlessly, you ignore the confusion knitting Jungkook’s brows together and cross over to him.
When you reach him, you drop into the space at his side — his good side — and lean against the arm that isn’t trying hard to clot. He doesn’t flinch or attempt to move away, either because he doesn’t have the energy or because he wants to live, too. So, you rest your head against his shoulder and your eyes drift shut as your combined warmth starts to soothe. Eventually, his cheek claims the top of your head. You have to glance up at him to confirm that this is a choice and not a sign.
Still breathing.
For now.
“Boss know how bad your aim is?”
He doesn’t because it isn’t.
You’re an expert marksman — the best of the best — and you don’t miss. Because he knows that, he now knows that your failure to take down the target wasn’t an accident; it was an illusion. Worse, it was a blatant refusal to carry out a direct order. One he gave to you because he’d wholeheartedly believed that you, more than anyone else, could be trusted.
Not like Jungkook, who isn’t the surreptitious infiltrator he thinks he is; and who still doesn’t grasp the rules or the stakes of the game he’s playing.
Who doesn’t know that the purpose of this errand wasn’t to kill a member of the Kim family; or that he was never meant to leave this warehouse with you.
Who will likely die regardless of your subtle attempt to dodge that outcome; and who — like you — didn’t plan more than two steps ahead.
Whose hatred for you and all you stood for was predetermined by circumstance; and who doesn’t know that you know.
It’s not a question when you reply.
“Boss knows you’re a badge, agent.”
#jade’s requests#jade’s drabbles#2k drabblepalooza#jjk#jeong jungkook#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook drabble#jungkook imagine#jungkook scenarios#bts#bts drabble#bts imagine#bts scenarios#btshoneyhive#micdropnet#btsafterdarknet#re: the one with jungkook and the sharpshooter
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i sent in an ask but im not sure if it went through, but i love ur writing and im obsessed with ur eddie series rn i can’t stop reading it!!
ok but imagine yandere eddie making innocent bimbo reader get off on her bear in front of him knowing she won’t cum, until he finally eats her out and overstims her until she’s crying 😵💫
((sorry if u did get it and im being annoying, no pressure to write anything <33))
thank you so so much, love and you are in no way being annoying <333 'm so glad i got your request!! and also i love this so much
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"nnnngh," you whimper, hips stuttering on the little pink teddy bear; coating the soft fur in your slick as eddie watched from the dark corner in your room.
"keep humpin' it, baby; i wanna see your cunt all puffy and messy," he smirked slightly, the moonlight highlighting his features as your cunt throbbed with want--you wouldn't be able to cum, the bear didn't give you enough friction and eddie knew that. "i want you to squirt all over that fuckin' bear, honey, make it all nice and wet for me."
you whined, your thighs tired from your rutting as you tried to find an orgasm, but you just couldn't. "c-can't, daddy. 's not enough!"
eddie had woken you up in the middle of the night with your teddy bear. he grabbed the plushie of yours and rubbed it forcefully against your clit, your body humping the toy awake.
you were confused..confused because eddie was your friend from class. confused because..how did he get inside your room?
it's needless to say that the situation escalated rather quickly.
back to now, eddie was practically drooling. every night he would watch you furiously rub your clit against a pillow, your nipples hard and buzzing with sensitivity.
he would look into your window, fucking himself into his hand as you came on the soft fabric of your pink pillow case; wishing that it was him.
now, it would be.
eddie walked over to your bed, wrapping a hand around your throat and tightening it just a bit to hear you choke a small moan out, your hips now ruthlessly rubbing against the plush toy.
he ripped the toy from under you, your body trembling as you babbled incoherently--looking up at him with doe eyes; your lips red and swollen from biting them.
he would lay you out on the bed, spreading your burning thighs apart from one another as he took a look at your gaping, crying hole and your swollen button.
"ask me nicely," he would say softly, his body sparking with desire. "ask daddy to eat this cute little pussy out, jus' like a good baby would."
he looked at you expectantly as you whimpered again, "p-please eat my p-pussy out..p-please, daddy!"
he smiled, making you get lost in his cute dimples and pearly whites before he began to suck on your cunt, his eyes rolling back slightly at your taste.
he would messily suck on your clit, hole, literally anywhere.
you quickly came; again and again.
by the seventh time, you were out of it.
his chin was covered in your wetness and his spit, making your body shiver.
he picked up your lower body off the bed as you fought to get away from him--but also would rock your hips on his face every once in a while because it felt so good. he would suck so hard on your clit that you swore you saw heaven, his ringed fingers moving in and out of your weeping hole.
you felt like you were going to pass out. so dizzy and lightheaded as he rubbed the rim of your ass, making you cum again and again.
unbeknownst to you, he was just getting started.
#eddie munson#yandere!eddiemunson x reader#yandere!eddie munson x bimbo!reader#yandere!eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#dark!eddie munson#dark!eddie munson x reader#dark!eddie munson smut
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Helloo!! I saw that requests are open so can I ask for 2wink + Kohaku confession? And can I be 🦋 anon???? Thank you!! <3
Confession Headcanons!
w/ Hinata Aoi, Yuta Aoi, & Kohaku Oukawa x GN! Reader
AAA another anon! of course! glad to have you here ^^ im apologizing in advance if they're kinda ooc 😵💫 i had a lot fun writing these though, so thank you!
Warnings: None! Just some fluff and happy misunderstandings!
Hinata Aoi
✩ Hinata I feel, would realize pretty early on in your friendship that he really loves you. The thing is though, he's a prankster at heart, and even the subject of his affection wouldnt be immune to that.
✩ Like, he wouldn't tone them down for you at all. In fact you'd probably be his primary victim after he realizes his feelings for you. Childish, right? He acknowledges this, and Yuta would reprimand him for it quite often, saying how what he's doing could have the opposite effect on you.
✩ But see, this is just his way of showing affection! Seeing your shocked face slowly soften into laughter at whatever it was he did made him feel all fuzzy inside. He could just pop out of a corner to shock you but you'd still eat up something that simple.
✩ There was another perk to this behavior though, and it's that he could always wave off his actions as a prank if you didn't seem to receive it all that well.
✩ Flowers on your desk? Haha! He just wanted to see your reaction! Giving you chocolates? Well, one of them is spicy! A hug from behind? It's just to surprise you! All the common acts of affection that he people would have, he could easily write off as just another silly prank.
✩ But one day, he decided it was finally time to tell you how he really feels. If the result was unsatisfactory, then he'll just backpedal like he always did.
✩ He would never admit it out loud, but he knows exactly why he built up this kind of image. He was afraid. Afraid of you refusing his feelings. Afraid of losing you and the wonderful friendship you two shared.
"What did you call me out for this time, Hinata?" You said, playfully scolding the boy who couldn't seem to meet your gaze. He looked a bit more serious than usual... Or maybe that's what he wanted you to think...? "Uh, Hinata? You o-"
Before you could finish, he finally decided to look at you, and you could see just how flushed pink his face was. "(Y/N)! I really, really like you!" With how genuine he said it, you almost seemed to forget this was the mischievous trickster that messed with you on a daily basis.
Well, the truth is you liked him too. How could you not? He was just such a fun guy to be around. His daily pranks and teasing basically became the status quo for you. But you bit your lip, not sure how to respond to this apparent declaration of love.
When Hinata saw that face of yours riddled with confusion, he was just about ready to bail. Seeing you ruminate on his words for a while formed a pit in his stomach.
"Got ya! Haha! Sorry, (Y/N)! Did that make your heart skip a beat? T'was just a joke!" His delivery was so stinted and forced that you really had no idea what was going on anymore. Though he said it was a joke, you could somehow tell it wasn't.
Hinata was ready to start running in the complete opposite direction, only stopping when he suddenly felt you tug at his clothes. "It's not a joke, is it?"
The slight smirk on your face made Hinata shiver, is this what it feels like to be on the receiving end of these sorts of things? "A-aha! Yep! It's a joke! Why, do you like me or something?" He sounded a bit too desperate towards the end there, but that wasn't important.
"I did. Hinata." His jaw dropped, was this for real? He's so happy he could cry! "Sorry, that was a lie." Well, now he just wants to cry normally! "Cause I actually love you!"
His brain short circuited when you pulled him in for a hug. In just the span of a few seconds you really took him for a ride didn't you? You rascal!
"Is that so? Well, in that case I lied too..." Hinata hugged you back, squeezing you so hard it was like he would never let you go. "I guess I love you too!"
Yuta Aoi
✩ Yuta fell in love slow, but he fell HARD. Unlike his silly brother though, he wouldn't want to do such roundabout things to express his feelings.
✩ Rather, he simply doesn't. Instead of jokingly telling you how he loves you, he just. Chooses not to.
✩ Sure some people see that kind of thing as cowardly, but he just doesn't want to try anything until he's sure. He'd hate nothing more than to do the wrong thing in a situation as complicated as love.
✩ Yuta loved you, but he had no way of confirming if you would feel the same. Sure, you were kind to him and always offered to help him out at all sorts of things, but maybe you were just like that with everyone?
✩ Nothing you did ever made him feel like he was special to you after all, like you wouldn't treat him any differently from any of the other guys around.
✩ So maybe, just maybe, choosing to give up on you while it's still early would be the better choice. He did want to check just one thing before he does though.
✩ Yuta doesn't particularly like doing this, but it's for a good cause, he rationalizes as he styles his hair to look like Hinata's. Putting on some of his clothes as well before adapting the cheerier tone that his brother uses.
✩ This was a needlessly complicated plan, and he was worried if he could even pull it off. Still though, with how many loops he's jumping just to confirm your feelings, seems Yuta is more like his brother than he'd like to admit.
"Oh! Fancy running into you here, (Y/N)!" Yuta called out to you, though it wasn't a coincidence. You smiled and rushed over to him, Yuta's heart squeezing a bit as he felt guilty for what he was about to do. "Are you free right now? There's something I wanted to ask you."
The two of you make conversation as you just aimlessly walk around, no clear destination in mind. "So! What do you think about Yuta?" He suddenly piped up, part of him worried that it was too direct, but he has more important things to deal with right now.
Yuta watched your face scrunch up a bit as you went into thought. "He's nice and friendly, a bit mischievous like his brother, and he has a good eye for sweets." He didn't expect such a logical analysis, though his question was a bit vague.
"Haha! Let me rephrase that. How do you feel about Yuta?" He watched your face scrunch up a bit again, a much more serious expression on your face this time.
"He's a good friend. I like him a lot! He recommended me a good cafe the other day too!" You replied, Yuta's face darkening a bit at the notion of being called friend.
"So, (Y/N). How would you react if I said I love you?" He watched you get shocked for a second before a slight blush tints the tip of your ears. His heart hurt a bit at this sight, did you end up liking his brother of all people? That would just be too sad.
"Then I'd say: I love you too, Yuta!" Huh? That wasn't the response he was expecting at all? You actually liked him back? Wait no, first of all you knew it was him rather than Hinata?
"How could you tell?" Yuta asked straight up, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.
"Of course I could tell. Yuta is his own person after all?" You said it so matter-of-factly that Yuta was taken aback. For so much of his life, he's always just been Hinata's twin, the other half of 2wink. For someone to actually see him for who he is...? Oh he'd never let you go.
You let out a yelp as he suddenly enveloped you in a tight hug. "I'll confess properly another time." His voice was a bit strained, as if he was holding back tears he didn't know he had. "But for now. Thank you. I love you."
Kohaku Oukawa
✩ Oh Kohaku, the silly ever.
✩ He spent most of his life alone, and what little social interaction he had was online, so suffice to say he didn't understand how he felt for you at all in the beginning.
✩ Why did his heart beat a bit faster whenever you're around? His palms would get a bit sweaty, and he'd find it difficult to meet your eyes.
✩ He didn't attribute these occurences to you at the start, simply thinking that he was just feeling off or some other external factor was causing it.
✩ But when he eventually realized you were the cause of these weird feelings? Hm, he did not know what to do at all. Who could he even turn to at moments like these? The others at Crazy:B would tease him about it, he just knows it. Madara seems like he'd know the answer, but owing him favors wasn't something Kohaku wanted.
✩ So who was left? He didn't really know that many people, much less trust them enough to figure out what was wrong with him.
✩ Because of that, he decided to just start journaling his thoughts on you. Like how he thought your eyes looked very pretty, to how much he wanted to play with your hair. He wrote about how your hands seem like the perfect size to slot his fingers into; and though he hasn't had one, he knows a hug from you would be just perfect.
✩ Something told him that he probably shouldn't show this to other people. He doesn't know why his face heats up ever so slightly whenever he's writing about you either.
✩ It was one late evening with Kohaku laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling, before realizing something absolutely dreadful. This was love, wasn't it? This definitely fit with the "rabu-i" things Aira would always pester him about.
✩ So that was it huh? He was in love with you. When he realized that, he breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been pretty bad if he was getting sick or something after all. He's truly glad it was just something this simple.
✩ He was about to write down how he feels when he had yet another grim realization that evening. He had left his bag along with the journal inside the practice room he was using earlier that day.
✩ Kohaku made a mad dash from Seisoukan all the way to ES, ignoring literally everyone asking him what on earth he was doing. When he got to ES in record time, he quickly made his way to the practice room, busting the door open to see that his bag was no longer there.
✩ In the ES Lost & Found, you yawned a bit, placing this bag you just found along with the other missing items. It sure is tiring work to be watching over these things, lots of people just love leaving their stuff around everywhere like ES is their home. This is just another part of your job, you surmise.
✩ You let out a shriek when a certain pink haired boy suddenly came crashing into you. The bag and it's contents flying out all over the place.
"Are ya' okay?!" You heard, from somewhere above you. Were you on the floor? Your sense of balance was all wrong and it felt like something heavy on top of you was making it hard to breathe. "'M so sorry!" The same voice cried out before your eyes finally decided to open and see that the boy that ran into you was currently right on top of you.
All of a sudden, a light thud resounds as a journal falls right on top of his head and onto the ground, opening it up to some random page. Kohaku quickly gets off you and grabs the journal, shoving it into his bag.
He helps you get back to your feet, before bowing down to apologize again. You wave him off and tell him it was nothing, much to his surprise. "Why were you in such a rush, though?" You asked, eyeing the bag he was clutching like his life depended on it.
"Ah. Uh. Ya' see... There was somethin' I needed from my bag!" He stammers, whatever it was he needed back he clearly wanted to hide. Still, there were procedures to these sorts of things, you had to confirm that it was really him who owned this stuff after all.
You gave him a form to fill out, telling him that you need to check the contents before you can hand it back to him. His face darkened at your words, the grip on his bag tightened so much his knuckles went white.
You wonder how you can verify if that bag is really his when you remembered he had a journal thing that he stuffed in his bag. "Ah, if you could just show me something there that matches with your handwriting in the form, that should be good enough!" He rummages through his bag before shaking his head. "There was a journal there, right? That'll do just fine!"
Kohaku was shaking his head so much it looked like it could fall off. Your lips formed into a line as you explained how you can't give it back to him like this, even if it really was his stuff.
Kohaku quickly rummaged through his bag again, surely there was something, anything but the journal that could prove his identity?! But just like last time, he came up blank. With a shaky hand, he pulls the journal out and hands it over to you.
He could only watch as you opened it and started reading it to compare his handwriting. He could see the light pink starting to dust your features as you continued to study his journal.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, you handed it back to him. "Yep! I can confirm that it's yours!" You could feel just how hot your face was. Even though you just caught a glimpse of it, you could tell that this boy seemed to have fallen for you.
Well, he was pretty cute, and this is certainly an interesting first meeting. "So, was this your master plan in letting me know your feelings, Kohaku?" Hm, pink is a good color on him, not just on his hair and eyes, but his face too.
Kohaku was cringing so hard, he can't believe this just happened to him. Still, it's not like he can worm his way out of this one can he? Might as well run with it.
"Ahaha... Ya' caught me! I love ya, (Y/N)."
ugh im sorry the kohaku one is so mid i couldnt think of anything at all
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Can I request ice play with sunoo
it feels icy | kim sunoo
pairings: sunoo x f!reader
genre: smut
note: please excuse my writing, it’s really bad 😵💫
“Baby, I wanna try something.” Sunoo came to you while you were doing something in the kitchen. “Mhm, what is it?” You wanted to know what was going in his mind. “I was thinking about iceplay. Will you mind?” “N-no, of course not. Uhm, let’s try it then.” You and Sunoo went to your bedroom and he began slowly kissing your soft lips. He then gently pushed you on the bed and got on top of you.
“I’m gonna blindfold you, okay?” He took the silky tie out of his drawer and tied it around your eyes. Now, you can’t see anything, you can only hear him undressing and then taking off your clothes. Your heart was beating so fast and you had goosebumps all over your body. Your nipples were growing hard out of excitement. Suddenly, the ice cube touched your tummy and you shivered, it continued going down to your bare pussy and another cube touched your hard nipples. It was such a good feeling.
“Does it feel good?” Sunoo asked you while he inserted his one finger into you. “S-so good.” You barely could form any sentence. “I love seeing you like this, you’re so submissive right now.” His giggles echoed through the room as he fingered you slowly. He put the ice cube into his mouth and leaned over your breast while kissing your nipple, swirling his tongue around it and teasing you with his fingers deep in your pussy.
“Sun!” You yelled out, the pleasure overwhelming your head now. “Speak baby.” He was pumping his long fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot every time. “I can’t!” Your orgasm was following right away after you said it and he stopped his movements. Sunoo removed the tie off of your eyes and kissed you deeply. “Did you like it?” “I did.” He smiled widely and kissed you again.
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hi hun! I hope your doing well! I have a request for you..I sent one In before but idk if you got it or not it was under anonymous so I’m gonna send it again if that’s okay! And if you see one in ur inbox just like this just delete it because it’s me! So could you write something wear mick is dating this girl who’s a virgin and she’s like supper innocent, like she’s never had sex, or masturbated or literally anything(and ppl make fun of her for it..) ..Ik ppl go through that because there super scared and been hurt through there life. As someone who finds sex scary because I’m a virgin..anyways mick ends up fingering her for the first time, they don’t actually end up having sex..and the reader just breaks down because they were maybe rlly overwhelmed and scared and insecure..and mick just comforts them and praises them and tells them how proud of them they are..super fluffy pls and aftercare if you can you don’t have to!
HOLY FUCK THATS A LOT SORRY BBY 😵💫 IGNORE THIS IF U LIKE I WROTE A LOT!! Anyways ty have a good one!
Dude this is so cute! Don’t worry about the resend I don’t mind! I’m a virgin myself so I know the feeling of apprehension towards intimacy. Hope you enjoy this!
Mick Mars x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Smut (MINORS DNI), reader is unsure, but this is completely consensual! Mick is a sweetheart
Hands (18+)
“Mick….” You whimpered softly. You were currently straddling you boyfriend’s lap in the most intense make out session you two have had in your relationship this far.
After the whirlwind of the Girls, Girls, Girls tour he met you. He was head over heels, but due to the weight he gained from his alcohol problems he didn’t want your first time with him to be while he was in his words, “A fat pig.”
You of course didn’t mind, In fact you were relieved. You had told him that same night that you had never had sex before.
It was an…interesting conversation. You were sure the always horny Marsman was gonna laugh it off and push you anyways, but you were wrong.
He understood that it was something you had never experienced before, although he had a hard time believing you had never touched yourself before.
‘Are you that innocent?’ He thought to himself. He always thought that you were the most precious thing this world had to offer, you were always so cuddly yet touch starved at the same time. He thought you where a bit sensitive, which is true, but you were just inexperienced. It all made sense.
“I’ll wait as long as you want. When you’re ready we can try, just know I want you to be as comfortable as possible and don’t feel any pressure to please me. Ok?” He smiled as he held your face in his hands.
And that led you here, you on Micks lap while he ravishes your mouth. He looked up at you, “you’re so beautiful”. “O-oh…” you blushed, you became flustered so easily. Mick thought it was the cutest thing, while you found it embarrassing.
He slid his hands up and down your waist, causing you to shiver. “Can we try something?” He asked. You gave it thought, usually you said no and kept making out with him. But this time you just couldn’t ignore the ache between your legs.
“Only a little…I don’t know If I’m ready to actually….” You stammered, “don’t worry. I’m only gonna use my fingers, ok?” He reassured you.
“It will get you warmed up at least to the feeling.” He smiled, you looked up at him and nodded.
He got up and led you to the bedroom, where you laid you down to get you as comfortable as possible. By the way you were looking at him he knew that you were already beginning to have second thoughts.
“Hey, if you want to stop we can. There’s no shame, love.” He said softly. You shook your head, “No. I want to try, I feel bad for making you wait Mick.”
“Ok….I’m gonna take off your shirt and pants ok?” He said, needing your approval before going further. He loved and respected you so much, and always asked your consent before doing anything that could make you uncomfortable.
You nodded and helped him out. You covered your chest despite wearing a bra out of embarrassment, not used to being this vulnerable in front of him.
He caressed your thighs gently, kissing and nibbling the flesh gently to ease you into the feeling. He traveled up until he reached your clothed crotch, kissing the fabric of your underwear gently.
He looked up at you one last time, silently asking to touch you.
As you nodded, he used his thumb to pad at your covered clit causing a small whine to come out of you. “O-oh my…” you stammered, not used to the feeling of anybody prodding around down there.
He continued to stroke you through your panties to warm you up, until he hooked his fingers into the waistband to take them off. “Don’t worry Angel, I’m only gonna use my fingers ok?” He softly said in reassurance.
“Just…please be gentle…” you whimpered out. He leaned up to kiss you sweetly as he slid off your underwear, you shiver at the sudden exposure.
He glides his fingers through your folds gently, looking up at you to make sure you’re comfortable. You whimper out a small, “Fuck…”. He smirks up at you, “Awww, so sensitive…don’t worry my love. Just give me the word and I’ll stop.”
“No…keep going, I’m ok.” You say, wanting to go further for both him and you. His thumb rubs your clit gently, causing a small jump and moan from you.
“So wet…” he sighs as his other hand slide through your folds again. Your thighs shake a bit as he continues to rub your clit, he kisses the inside of them sweetly.
“I’m gonna go inside a little, ok?” He asks, wanting to keep you comfortable. Despite his demonic presence on stage, he’s a sweetheart around you. You’re the only person that can turn him into goo and soft like this.
You nod. “Ok…it may hurt just a little. But is normal, I promise I’ll be gentle sweet thing.” He says.
Hearing his praise and reassurance eased your racing heart. You couldn’t be happier to be his, thankful for his love and patience. You teared up knowing he was your forever, never in your life had you trusted anyone more than him.
“You ok?” He asked before he went in, noticing your tears. “Yeah…I just…a lot of people look down on me because I’ve never done anything like this before. Other partners I’ve had get impatient and leave and just…I love you so much. I’m so grateful you’ve been so sweet and patient with me Mick.”
He smiled, and leaned up to kiss you. “My sweet thing. I’m used to girls throwing themselves at me, as much as I hate to say it. It gets so old and overwhelming, plus girls like that only want me for my money or fame. I’ve never seen your innocence as a bad thing, or something to take advantage of. Just as how you’ve never taken advantage of me like other people have. I’ll wait as long as you need love.” He soothed as he wiped your tears.
After a few moments of sweet nothings and kisses he asks if he can continue. You nod, “gentle please.” He smiles and starts kissing down your body, stopping at your navel.
His thumb rubs your clit again, he applies more pressure gradually as he slips his middle finger in your dripping warmth.
You squirm a bit at the feeling, the slight burning pain causing you to whimper out. “Shhhh baby it’s ok” He soothes. He pumps in and out a few times, before inserting his ring finger.
He decided to do only the two fingers, not wanting to cause you more discomfort. He slides his fingers in and out slowly, hearing your moans assured him you were enjoying it.
The feeling was strange, but good. Between his thumb on your clit making small circles, and the fingers going in and out of your heat. You felt something only short of ecstasy. You’ve never felt pleasure like this, having it intensify when he curls his fingers up to stroke your g-spot.
“Oh!” You exclaimed. He smirks up at you, knowing all of the spots that could drive you crazy. “Mick…ah~” you moan out, enjoying the feeling of his fingers.
Suddenly you felt this tightening, like a chord in your belly is being wound up. “Mick…I…”you moaned out, unsure of what this feeling was. “It’s ok baby, cum for me. You’re doing so good.” He praised.
Hearing his soothing words sent you over, your first ever orgasm rushes through your body. You cry out in pleasure, all of these new feelings and experiences become too much. You shake as you come down from your high, and a small sob leaves your mouth.
Mick looks up at you in concern after he takes his hands away from you. He stands and walks to the side of the bed to hold you, he strokes your face as he asks, “Are you ok baby?”
You nod, “Too much…” you whispered as you leaned into him. Understanding how overwhelmed you were, he decided that was enough for the night. He’ll take care of his own needs later, his focus was completely on you.
“Come on, I’ll take care of you sweet thing.” He says as he picks you up gently. He sets you down in the large bathroom he has as he runs a nice soothing bath for the two of you. He puts in some bubbles and scents, along with some salts for his back.
You watch him, finding this rare side of him adorable. He may be a hard ass around others but his love for you is something that others would have to see to believe. You knew that he was only like this with you, see as according to Tommy, “He genuinely hates everybody.”
He helps you stand up and took off your bra for you. You blushed at his gaze, now being fully bare in front of him.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He says as he kisses your head. “Don’t worry, we’re done for the night. You did such a good job!” He praised as he helped you into the large square tub.
You smile, “why don’t you join me?” You asked, gaining just a little bit of confidence.
“If you say so, my love” he says as he takes off his clothes. You hadn’t seen him naked at all before, even without a shirt. Turns out you weren’t the only one who was self conscious.
Mick didn’t like the way he looked, the AS caused him to be hunched over a bit, and the Girls tour had caused him to gain weight from drinking so much. Even though he lost weight there was still some belly left that he was determined to loose.
He stepped in and sat behind you, despite the room to sit next to you.
You leaned back to lay on him, he massaged your shoulders with some body wash gently to soothe your still slightly shaking body.
“So, would you say I’m officially good with my hands?” He asked smugly. You giggle at his comment, feeling comfortable being vulnerable with him at last.
“Definitely.”
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Hi Becca, been doing a binge read of some of your fics recently and I am in love 😍 I keep dreaming about dbf Steve and Bucky railing me so hard!.. I'm extremely down bad and haven't had sex in so long and reading your stuff just makes me wanna 🥵 hope you're having a wonderful and wholesome sex life!
Hey honey!! I'm really glad you've been enjoying my writing! 💗
But you're totally right, the thought of both of those gorgeous men working together to get you off is way too hot 😵💫
Because I feel like when Bucky gets the chance, he really likes to watch. Especially when Steve makes watching so damn entertaining. I imagine Steve's intuition is pretty spot on most of the time. He touches you exactly how you need it, paying attention to how you react because he needs you to be feeling your best at all times.
Steve maybe has you on your hands and knees so you're facing Bucky who's sitting facing the end of the bed, watching how his best friend fucks you stupid. "You should feel how wet she is, Buck. She needed this." One of Steve's huge hands runs down your back, his palm pressed flat to your skin, his fingertips digging in gently before his hand rests on the small of your back.
The groan that leaves Bucky's lips snaps you back to the sight in front of you. The sight of Bucky with his hand wrapped around his own cock, jerking himself in time with Steve's thrusts into you. "Soon, Stevie. I'll feel how wet she is right after you're done." He chuckles.
Even just the thought makes you whimper because Steve alone is more than capable of turning you into a little quivering mess. Steve's hand on your lower back presses down, encouraging you to arch your back. Your chest is flush with the sheets, face down with your ass in the air because fuck, that angle is incredible.
"Mhm, no, I wanna see your face, honey. Let me see that pretty look in your eyes when Stevie makes you cum." You push yourself up onto your elbows, looking up at Bucky as Steve fucks into you, so hard and fast.
Bucky's hand is still tugging his dick, his grip a little tighter but he looks fucking hungry. He barely takes the time to blink, not wanting to miss a single second of your ecstasy.
"S-Steve that- that's so good, oh God." You whine, watching a smirk tug at the corners of Bucky's lips. He's getting off on this more than he wants to admit.
"Tell Buck how nice this feels, angel. Don't be shy." Steve's free hand wanders up the inside of your spread thighs, humming contently at how soaked you are before two fingers start to rub perfect circles on your clit.
"It's perfect, Bucky. O-oh shit, it feels amazing. I'm so fucking close, Buck." You're almost on the verge of tears, you're so damn close. It's so much more intense with Bucky watching, jerking off to your pleasure and using it to fuel his own.
"Make her cum, Steve. And then don't fucking stop." Bucky's command sends a shiver down your spine and somehow it feels like Steve is fucking you even harder. Your whole body jolts forward with each thrust and it's absolutely Heavenly.
Your sobs are endless, your head beginning to droop once more but you feel two fingers under your chin, lifting your head up and holding it there. "I wanna watch you. I'm gonna watch both of you while that pretty little pussy chokes Steve's cock and then I'm gonna swap with him because I want to feel that for myself."
You have no choice but to keep looking at him as your body begins to flutter, pleasure rippling through you and Bucky's intense stare making you cum even harder.
#asks answered <3#anon#becca writes spice#stucky x reader smut#dbf stucky#dbf!bucky#dbf!steve#I can't find my mf tangle teaser#where did I put ittttt
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Mary my love! i hope you don’t mind me shifting over to Calvin for this thot, but all i’m thinking about rn is wifey giving Cal head under his desk while he’s trying to grade papers😵💫
it started off as a confession. you admitted to Calvin that you had gotten off at the idea of pleasuring him while he was grading before. his breathe immediately gets caught in his throat & his face turns a bright shade of red as soon as you tell him this. his pants start to strain & tighten at the very sight of you sauntering over to him, getting down onto your knees, & finding purchase under his desk.
you look up at him with the most innocent eyes, as your fingers slowly dance up his legs. you take a minute to soothingly rub at his squishy fabric clad thighs, as Calvin returns back to “grading” his lab papers. he starts to spread his legs wider to grant you easier access & without warning, your hand grabs at his bulge, giving it a squeeze. Calvin’s body jerks & a breathy whimper gets caught in his throat. you lightly chuckle at his reaction, but choose not to let up.
your fingers find his zipper, taking the leap to let his cock free from its restraints. stiff & red in all of its glory, you begin giving kitten licks onto Calvin’s plush tip, sending shivers down his spine. he shifts in his chair, his hands grip onto the sides of the desk at the sudden sensation. he bites his lip to suppress a moan. but as soon as you take him fully, inch by inch into your pretty heaven sent mouth, Calvin breaks into a sweat & his head is thrown back.
your head bobs. your nose being tickled by the mound of pubic hair that brushes over your face each time. his natural musk that emanates off of him, causes you to become dizzy & the harmonious sound of obscene noises leaving Calvin’s mouth makes drool pool at the edge of your lips and begins to slowly drip down your chin.
“fuck—aghh your mouth..feels amazing my love.” Cal lets out breathily, as he grabs onto the back of your head & balls some of your hair into his fist, lightly tugging at it. you smirk at his praise, but keep sucking as if your life depended on it.
with each hit of his tip at the back of your mouth, your eyes become glossy & you can’t help but let out loud throaty gagging noises, that makes Calvin’s brain turn into absolute mush. he was nothing but a toy right now & you were using him to your full extent.
you could feel your mouth begin to slacken, as a strained close leaves his lips. you had no intention of stopping, wanting Calvin to spill his sweet yet sinful seed into your mouth. with one more head bob & a slight thrust on Cal’s end, he finally lets go. an almost pornographic moan leaves his lips, as the salty hot liquid travels all the way down your throat. you make sure to lick up every last bit of him, as you hear him let out heavy pants & shaky whines. you release yourself from him with a pop sound & take a minute to regain some form of composure.
before you could even think twice about wiping the back of your mouth with your hand, you crawl up to Calvin & press your lips onto his, wanting him to taste himself🫠 he mhmm’s into the kiss, savoring this moment, as he comes down from his high. he also takes this as the time to thank you over & over against your lips for doing this for him. he didn’t need to thank you of course. you always made his pleasure a priority & you knew how hard he worked. so any opportunity you had to have him at your mercy, you took ;) & you knew Cal loved it.
Mary, i’m unwell after writing this, seriously! i know it’s not amazing or anything, but i really hope you enjoyed it :) i was in a spicy mood & couldn’t get this Calvin thot out of my head🤭 i knew you’d appreciate it tho hehe💗
MEGAHN THIS IS SPICY AS FUCK!!!!!! I'm fanning myself like one of the Bridgerton women after a shocking scandal!!!!! (lol).
Oh my God if it's one thing our dearly beloved loves more than anything else it's gotta be receiving head from under the desk. Poor boy, he's so exhausted from having to grade all those lab papers and just needs some release.
Oooh that look in your eyes though would definitely have him melting. Cal's eyes would probably go straight black with lust as you're crawling under the desk. The minute he feels your hands sliding up his thighs and going for the zipper he is a man possessed! POSSESSED I TELL YOU!!!
Oh and if you try unzipping his pants with your teeth, he's complete putty in your hands (lol).
I honestly feel like Calvin might be kinda new to the whole thing just like you but once you two get going it becomes like a second nature to the both of you. If you're feeling a little nervous about taking him in your mouth and about the gag reflex, I feel like he would just kinda guide you until you've got a comfortable hold on it.
"You're ok sweetheart," he assures you. "I know it's big but you're doing so good right now."
My God the obscene noises, MEGGY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WOMAN????!!!!!!! (nah just kidding, lol). Those noises would be something straight out of a 70s porn flick!! (lol). If it's in the home office, you two are good, but if you're at the college, you're trying to be as quiet as possible but for Calvin the thrill of almost getting caught turns him on like you wouldn't believe, although there has been the occasional prick that has barged in more often than not (I'm lookin at you Ray D'Nadi, lol) but luckily you can either hide under the desk or in the lab shower.
I feel like too this kinda becomes a thing whenever it's midterms or finals or if there's a visiting professor from another college (Calvin doesn't mind them unless they're a total ass). The stress probably tends to get to him a little more than most and some days he probably comes to you after your classes are done and leaves you with a note telling you that "Daddy needs to blow off some steam" (lol).
Meggy I am so sorry this wasn't the longest response but this was hotter than the hinges of hell!!!! (lol). Your smut writing is some of the best I've seen yet and I love when you leave these steamy little thots in the box, thank you so much m'dear 🤗🤗🤗🤗
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