Carmen 'carmy' Berzatto Masterlist

Hello and welcome to the oh so wonderful world of Texting Boyfriend Harry Styles✨

Summary: You’ve known the international pop star since the One Direction days, but only the past year and a half have you been able to call him your boyfriend. This series is all about what life is like being a normal person who just so happens to be dating the one and only Harry Edward Styles. This texting series will show that every relationship has it’s highs and it’s lows so buckle up because dating Harry isn’t always easy, but damn does he love you. 🪩✨

A/N: I have done social media stories for Harry before but this is the first texting series so hope y’all enjoy✨

Status: Ongoing

Requests: Here

Instagrams: Here

Conversations: Here

Extras: Here

*this is mainly a texting series and you’ll find everything in the correct order below*

Part 1: That’s Odd

Part 2: You Home?

Part 3: Fruits

Part 4: Remember When…

Part 5: Vacation

9.5: laundry 》 series m.list

note: my loves... we are at the homestretch! welcome to the beginning of the end </3 hope u guys enjoyed reading this fic as much as i did writing it .... pls send in ur thots <3 thank u for ur patience 🤍

warnings: rude attitude, dirty talk, pantie sniffing, making out, jerking off, fingering, sucking said fingers, hickey giving, tit smacking/kissing/sucking, hair pulling, ass smacking, doggy, mentions of sex tape, fucking standing up? like oc is bouncing while jk lifts her ? LOL, missionary, & creampie!

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Yuna has only ever been mad at you twice.

The first time was when you two were in high school when she felt like you were replacing her with some other girl you had more classes with. With all her anger, she burst into tears at your door after attempting to ignore you for 3 weeks. Yuna cried even harder when you apologized for not noticing her being MIA. Since then, you promised to see her in person at least once a week and never to let anyone else be your best friend but her. 

The second was when she caught you at the movies with the guy you had promised to block. 

Self explanatory. 

… But this? This would be the third. 

As you and Yuna enter Nam Joon’s living room, her feet come to a halt when she and Taehyung make eye contact. His body stiffens and hers weakens. 

As you watch the two, Jungkook stands along the side and looks at you. Yuna, as she turns away, catches this.

Amid her anger, she can't deny how much she loves how he looks at you. She wonders if you even know how lucky you are... As you turn to her, you miss the moment. Jungkook looks away and carries on, pretending like he isn't staring at the love of his life.

Irritated at your density, Yuna tugs you by the arm and she pulls you aside. When you two are out of sight, she pinches you. It’s only for a split second, but it feels like she gave it her all. Honestly, you can’t blame her. This may have been a low blow..

“You lied to me,” Yuna states furiously. “I can’t fucking believe you right now.”

“Yuna, I’m just trying to help—”

She snaps. “Are you fucking kidding me, ___?”

With shifty eyes, you plead; “p-please, Yuna... Jungkook and I just wanted you two to—”

“What fucking right do you have to tell me what to do with my relationship with Taehyung when you and Jungkook have been—goddamn it—” Yuna pauses, tiptoeing around her words. This was so unfair. When it comes to you, she’s always continuous… She thought you were the same as her. With her remaining patience, she shifts the direction of her intentions. She sighs heavily before continuing. 

“Yah, ___… This is fucked up. This is sooo fucking annoying of you ___. Ahh, fuck.” Yuna throws her hands to her face, taking a long and deep breath in. Feelings of guilt kick in the same time your curiosity grows. Was their fight that bad? What was it even about? They were perfectly fine.

They were perfect. 

As you think about the possibilities, Yuna’s anger fires up again. She grits her teeth as continues to express her frustration. “I could hate you for this. Ohh, I might really hate you for this.”

“Please don’t,” you beg with a sad smile. “Please don’t hate your best friend…”

Offering a pout, you wrap yourself around her arm and repeat an apology. Yuna almost gives in. You rarely act cute around her so she knows you clearly feel guilty. 

Rightfully so, she thinks to herself. 

Since Yuna is such an amazing and loving best friend, she does her best to rationalize your actions. In the end, she knows your awful attempt at parent trapping her and Taehyung was just your way of showing your support.. No one wants to see their best friends fighting! No one wants to see their friends going through heartache… Besides, it wasn’t all you. It was also Jungkook. 

Speaking of the devil…

 “I get that this is all confusing for you,” Yuna gives in with a stressful tone, “but I wish you had thought of my feelings and put them before your curiosity.”

Your heart drops. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize with a heavy heart. “I just… I didn’t know your fight was that bad? I thought it was just a little spat or something. You and Taehyung never fight so I just thought a little conversation would fix—“

Yuna shakes her head profusely, unable to hold her tongue. 

It slips. 

“___, you’re such a hypocrite.”

You blink at her, completely defenseless. 

“I know.”

Yuna then shuts her eyes, trying to center herself. She doesn’t want to come off too angry… Honestly, she wasn’t. It’s just complicated. It’s just hard right now and seeing Taehyung did not ease her heart or worries. It increased them. 

Here you are, standing in front of her with the same loneliness in your eyes. You’ve had it for a while. You’ve had it since your fight with Jungkook at the restaurant. Yuna isn’t too sure what went down, but maybe… If she had tried harder… Maybe you would’ve let her in. 

Then, she gets it.

You did this because you wanted to be there for her.

Suddenly, she feels guilty.

“I fucked up,” Yuna admits to you. “It’s my fault. Whatever happened between Taehyung and I—u-uhh, like—at that party? While you and Jungkook were talking or fighting or whatever… We took Mina home and… Fuck, ___—it was so bad. He was so mad at me. I’ve never seen him that mad at me.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” you interrupt her as politely as possible. Yuna looks like she’s near tears… You probably are too. “We can talk about it another time… At least, not here, right? Let’s go. Let’s go back to my place and—”

Then, Yuna’s lips curve into a weary smile. Suddenly, she remembers the way Jungkook had glanced at you earlier. She figures this was an opportunity for you too. This wasn’t just about her. It was about you too.

She musters whatever courage she has left and sighs. Oh, how she wishes there was a drink in her hands right now.

“You know what? It is what it is,” she yields. “I’m already here. I’ll talk to him.”

Wide-eyed, you shake your head at her. “W-what? No! Talk to him when you want to talk to him… Not when I basically parent trapped—”

Gasping, she playfully hits you. “Hey! I was thinking the same thing!”

“Oh my god, really?” you giggle, returning the same energy with the playful hits. “We literally have one brain cell!”

She nods and laughs with you. Finally, you two feel less intense. You’re grateful. 

“Seriously, ___… I’m going to do it. I’m going to talk to Taehyung.”

You smile, feeling proud of your best friend. “O-okay… Again, you don’t have to! We can just go back to my place and—”

Yuna interrupts you. “I’ll go talk to Taehyung… Meanwhile, you have to talk to Jungkook.”

“W-what? This isn’t about me,” you reason. “You’re more important than—”

Yuna laughs at your bluff. 

“Don’t even finish that sentence.”

In response, your shoulders drop. You hate yourself so much right now. You hate how you put her in this position. She’s clearly upset at you and probably feels like she’s stuck in a corner. Yuna would never do this to you—why did you do this to her?

You two always joined the group for Nam Joon’s big study sessions. They aren’t rare, but they’re extremely fun and efficient. Instead of isolating from each other, you and your friends can help one another study and take healthy breaks. For the most part, everyone works hard and benefits from this giant study sesh. They happened before mid-terms and finals and as finals crept in, Nam Joon got to work by organizing everyone to come over. 

This was the first time you and Yuna felt like not being here. 

“Look,” Yuna stretches her neck and catches a glimpse of Taehyung. As their eyes meet, she gulps and returns her attention to you. “This is the plan. Listen carefully, you dumb bitch. I’ll try to talk to Taehyung. If he doesn’t want to talk to me, then I’m going home—”

“Okay. That’s fine. I’ll stay here and wait—”

“—You will go and talk to Jungkook.”

With shaky eyes, you give her a defeated look. 

“He’s like Taehyung,” you confide. “I don’t know if he wants to talk to me. He said he doesn’t want to. He’s so mad at me. It was my fault.”

Yuna rolls her eyes at you. 

"I'll lock him in the laundry room with you."

You glare at her. "Are you kidding me? That was Jungkook and I's plan for you and Taehyung!"

Yuna huffs. "Gross. I'm not trying to have hate sex with Taehyung."

"What? Hate sex with Jungkook?" you choke. "He doesn't even want to talk to me right now!"

She almost lets out a laugh at your density. "Oh, come on... It’s Jungkook, ___!"

“Yeah, so?”

“For you? He’ll fold. Just use your manners.”

As you wait in the laundry room, you can’t help but cross your fingers. As selfish as it is, you hope Yuna is right.

Then, you hear chatter and footsteps approaching. Faintly, you hear Jungkook and Yuna’s voice. Out of nowhere, the door opens abruptly.

Jungkook is shoved in and Yuna lets out an evil laugh as she shuts the door and locks it from the outside. Instantly, Jungkook bangs on the door and demands to be let out. 

“She’s going to talk to Taehyung—”

“Did I ask?” Jungkook growls as he kicks the door. 

“No,” you mumble to yourself. Moving forward, you slip yourself between him and the door. He lowers his gaze at you, feeling a little choked up. “I didn’t ask for a break... Yet, here we are.”

“You asked what to do, ___. All I did was give you an answer.”

You blink at him. “But I don’t like the answer.”

“I don’t like you.”

Huffing, you tilt your head at him. Cockily, you answer back, “No, no... It's me that you like. It's Eunwoo that you don't.”

Jungkook bites his inner cheek. "Fuck you."

"Awh, well… If you insist," you surrender.

Jungkook squints at you. Slowly, he reaches for the doorknob again. You catch his hands and hold them tight.

“Now you want to hold hands?” Jungkook shakes your grip off and takes a step away from you. Stubborn, you take another step towards him and reach for his hands. He stays still—not breaking away, yet not holding you back. There’s no effort, but that’s okay. The important thing is that he lets you be close.

The laundry room itself was pretty spacious. The reality is that he’s an arm's length away, yet his heart has never felt so far away from you. To make matters worse; there’s enough space for Jungkook to hate you—there’s space. 

Between you and his body.

You and his heart.

You and him.

To break the silence, you try to think fast. 

Looking up at him, you tiptoe and run your fingers through his hair. His eyes soften but his body stiffens even more. Why were you doing this? Don’t you know how painful it is to be treated like this by you? It’s torture. 

“Hey, you cut your hair!” You blurt. “It’s so short—”

Then, he does it. 

Jungkook stops you, grabbing your wrist and taking your hands off him. 

In the pit of your stomach, you feel it. 

It’s the same feeling you felt that night at the party. It feels like everything you say and do is wrong but if you stand still—you’re still wrong. It feels like nothing is good enough for him anymore. It feels like he doesn’t want you. It feels like he hates you. 

So, you can’t help it.

You can’t help but look at him with yearning in your eyes. You can’t help but lay your heart out for him to step on. You can’t help it.

“D-don’t—holy shit, ___… Don’t look at me like that.” Jungkook demands. 

You do your best to steady your shaky eyes. It hurts to be treated like this. It hurts that he’s rejecting you like this when you know it isn’t true. It can’t be true. He can’t hate you this much… Can he?

“Like what?” 

Like you want him? Like you care for him? Like you miss him? Because you do. You need him so bad it aches. At this point, you might lose your mind. You’ll take any interaction with him just to have him again. Any ounce of kindness from him, you’ll replay in your mind and walk home on cloud 9. Any hatred he gives you—you’d savour.

Truly, it’s pathetic. 

It’s so fucking pathetic how saying you’re desperate for him is an understatement. 

“You’re looking at me and I don’t know what it means,” he admits defeat. “You’re no fair, ___. You’re so fucking unfair.”

In this moment, you want to be so angry with him. You want to tell him that it doesn’t have to be this way. You two can decide right here that it’s over. The fighting—the hurt—the break.

It’s over.

It has to be because you aren’t sure how much longer you can go without him. 

Besides, you aren’t being unfair. 

You don’t even know what he means. 

“W-what?” you grumble. “I’m being unfair? You’re the one that doesn’t want to talk about this! Aren’t you fucking tired of it? Jungkook, what the fuck is your problem—”

“You!” Jungkook snaps. “You’re my fucking problem. I told you I don’t trust myself to be alone with you and then you pull this shit!”

Knitting your eyebrows together, you glare at him. “Please, enlighten me… What did I do this time?”

“You never fucking listen—”

“So what?”

“For fucks sake,” he sneers, taking a step towards you. You stand still, completely falling in a trance with his presence. “___, I don’t trust myself around you—“

“What does that even mean?” you whine. “Come on, pookie. It’s me.”

“It means that I don’t know if I can hold myself back, pookie.” Jungkook admits, using every ounce of strength he has to not give in. He has to be stronger than you. He has to push you away.

At least, he needs to try.

Yet, he fails.

Of course, he fails. When it comes to you, will he ever win?

“Shit, ___. I don’t know,” his shoulders drop. “I don’t know what it means when you look at me like that. It’s driving me insane. I don’t know what any of this means—”

“Please,” you beg, “can we talk about it then?”

“N-no,” he stutters. 

“No?” 

“No.”

You might cry. 

Right here, right now… You might fucking sob. Does he hate you that much? Did you fuck up so much that he can’t even stand being in the same room as you? Honestly… You loathe yourself.

“O-okay,” you practically whimper. “I understand. I’m really sorry about everything, by the way. If I haven’t shown or said that enough—I’m really fucking sorry. I’ll just—I think I’ll just go. It was nice seeing you, I guess. I… It was nice being with you even if it was just like this.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and throws his head back. As he does so, you inch closer to the door. Maybe, he’ll let you hug him. Maybe not. Just as you’re about to move out of the way for him to leave, it hits you. 

You’re not going to let him have his way.

You have to try harder than this. 

“Actually, you know what? I don’t know what’s happening either… And I don’t care if you’re still mad at me, but we have to talk. We need to talk. Until you’re ready to talk, I’ll do it. I’ll do the talking and you can just listen.” Your words spill out of you like it’s been clogged all this time. Jungkook raises his eyebrow at you. 

Jungkook huffs, “oh my god! You’re unbelievable, you that? I need space from you. I fucking poured out my heart and you—”

“You’re no better. You’re avoiding me. You won’t even hear me out!”

“I’m processing—”

You shake your head at him. “No, you’re not. You’re avoiding me. You hate me.”

“Maybe I do. Why shouldn’t I? After all the shit you put me through—mmfphh—”

Before he knows it, you crash your lips onto his.

Partly to shut him up and partly because you've been wanting to kiss him for so long.

Besides, it’s just the easiest thing to know. Kissing him is the easiest thing to do. 

Instantly, you place your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeper. For a moment, it’s just you. You kiss him slow and deep. As you’re about to pull away, his lips chase yours. You let him. 

He kisses you back.

Jungkook deepens the kiss even more, moving in closer to you and tilting your head back. Towering over you, it’s no surprise you lose your breath. 

God, this feels so good.

When you two break away from the kiss to catch your breath, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. You shake your head, grab a hold of his wrist, and bring his hand down. 

“Don’t do that,” you breathe. “Don’t regret this.”

He looks at you intensely. “___, I’m not in a good headspace to be with you the way you want me to be. I'm still so mad at you... And you know how I feel about you... So, this makes me selfish, right?”

“No,” you chide. “It makes me selfish. I’m okay with that. You should be too. Do what you want to me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook refuses. “You don’t understand, ___. If I have you right now... Because I want you so bad—you have no fucking clue how bad—I can’t do this to you.” 

“Do what?”

“… I’m afraid I’m going to need you forever.” Jungkook confesses. “I can’t hold back if you kiss me like that. I can’t hold back if you—”

“Then don’t,” you advise him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you place chante kisses on his neck, to his cheek, and then to his lips. “Be selfish. I’m all yours.”

There aren’t enough words to describe how frustrated you two are at each other. Jungkook loves the words you’re saying… But he isn’t sure if he should trust his heart right now. He has wanted you for so long that this doesn’t feel real. Could you really mean it? Could you really be his?

It’s like you two are slow dancing in a burning room. Everything is catching on fire and as you two stare into each other’s eyes, you’re both burning as well. Being consumed in your feelings and doubts, you’re the first to yield. As you back up, you end up hitting the washing machine. Jungkook leans forward, closing in the space between you two. 

"This might be a mistake," Jungkook warns you. "Are you sure about this? I have no plans on being nice.”

You bat your eyelashes. “If you can't fuck me like you love me, then fuck me like you hate me."

You hold your breath. 

As anticipated, Jungkook dips his head low and crashes his lips onto yours and the first thought that crosses your mind is—

We’re doomed. 

“J-Jungkook,” your breath hitches as you pull away from him for a second. Your hand rests on his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding. You make one last attempt. “Can w-we talk after?”

He cusses. “Fuck, ___. We’ll talk about it another time. C-can you just shut up? You said you’re all mine so just do that, okay? Just be mine right now.”

“Okay, okay,” you give in. He smirks, closing in on you. 

Cupping his face, you bring your lips to him. You kiss him with so much passion that he feels like he could die. You’ve never kissed him like this before. His heart is about to go on overdrive. Jungkook smiles into the kiss and you can’t help but feel relief. 

He kisses you back just as passionately. He kisses you like it might be the last time he gets to do this. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook slightly bends down and picks you up. He sets you on top of the washer. You part your legs for him and he settles himself in between them. There, as you two continue to kiss, his hands roam your body. 

There is no other way to say it: Jungkook has never loved any body more than yours. Every curve, every soft surface, every fucking inch—he is gone for. Your body may be his favourite thing in this entire world. Your existence, though often challenging to get along with, has his heart completely captured. Your smart mouth has always had a way with him. He can’t explain it all at once. It’s the hardest thing for him to understand so he’ll say what he’s known from the very start—he’s addicted to you. 

Being with you has to be the reason he lives. 

It has to be. 

No matter how much he hates how things are between you two and how much of his jealousy, insecurities, and anger consumes him—he can’t deny you. He can’t walk away from you wanting him. 

Not this time.

Jungkook bites your bottom lip. You pull away, shy from all this heat. He then takes his shirt off and begins to undo his pants. In complete admiration, you stare at his toned abs. His skin is so smooth. His tattoos are the cause of the wetness in between your legs. His muscles make you salivate. 

God, thank you for creating this man. 

He then slips his fingers between your leggings and underwear. Taking the hint, you lift yourself as he helps you take your leggings off. When he successfully gets you out of them, he gulps at the sight of your underwear. 

They’re soaked.

“Fuck, ___.” Jungkook utters. “Missed this so much.”

He then takes your panties and scrunches them in his hands. Bringing them to his nose, he sniffs them causing you to send him a dirty look. 

“Sex tape and now pantie sniffing? Who knew…” you tease, laughing to yourself. “The pervert allegations are true.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and mimics your laughter for a second. Then, he shoves the panties in your mouth. 

“Shut up.”

You do as he says. With your mouth stuffed with your panties, really, what can you do? You look up at him and watch as he pulls his cock out of his Calvins. Your eyes linger as he jerks himself off. You’ve always known Jungkook’s cock to be big, but wow… It looks huge now. 

“Look at that… It’s getting bigger,” he says with a lewd tone. “You like that? You like watching my cock get big for you?”

Jungkook reaches out to you, lifting your shirt and pushing it above your breast. For a moment, he stares at your chest. He loves the way your breasts fill your bra up. The curve of your cleavage is what he has been daydreaming of placing his face in between. Breaking his attention away from your breast, he looks at you in awe. Without warning, he takes your panties out of your mouth and tosses them aside. 

“Gonna behave for me?” 

You nod, needy for him.

“Good. Take your bra off.”

Bringing your hands back, you unclasp your bra. Letting it hit the floor, you squeeze your arms together and shake them. Jungkook moans at the sight, unable to resist himself. He slaps your breasts before digging his face into them. 

He kisses your cleavage, licks your nipples, and softly bites them. You throw your head back, completely in love with how this feels. Jungkook massages your breasts and without warning, drops his hands to your waist. You feel him wrap his arms around you as he lifts his face and kisses you. Happily, you kiss him back.

The next thing you know, Jungkook rubs his thumb on your clit. 

He rubs it soft once and hard the next. He doesn’t hold back. He doesn’t discuss it with you or ask if you’re ready. In the heat of the moment, he inserts his fingers inside you. Pumping them fast and rough. You gasp, feeling completely surprised but thankful for this work. 

Your pelvis winces at the pleasure. Your sensitivity and Jungkook’s roughness is a whole other conversation.

Jungkook continues to finger you, and all the while you begin to suck on his neck. For some reason, you feel really possessive. Leaving hickeys on him like a horny teenage girl is definitely the answer. As you suck on his skin, you can’t help but kiss his jaw and sneak a few kisses on his lips. 

He smiles into them. 

You do too. 

When you’re sure your work will leave a big mark on him, you pull away and lean against the wall. You spread your legs wider for him, giving him more space to do this thing. This also benefits you. With your legs wide open, you feel his fingers dig into you even more. It burns so good. He pumps his fingers in such a sexy way—you aren’t sure how you’ll ever get this picture out of your mind. The tattoos on his fingers only entice you even more. You aren’t even sure how wet you are but by the sounds of it—it’s a fucking waterfall. If he takes things slower, there’s no doubt you’ll be squirting.

Instead, Jungkook takes his fingers out. He sucks on them and uses his other hand to lift your leg. One at a time, he places your legs on top of his shoulders. Then, he takes his cock and rubs it against your folds. You moan from the feeling of his thick, hard, and veiny dick. 

“Feels s-sooo good—mhmm,” you moan. “Y-you just going to play with my pussy? Put it in.”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Jungkook hisses at you. 

“Please, please, please?” you whine with a pout on your lips. “Please stick your big fat cock inside me. Don’t you know how tight I got? Bet you’ll feel even bigger than last time. All this time without you fucking your favourite pussy—ohh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you chant. “Fuck me just like that!”

Jungkook shoves his dick inside you. Partly to get you to shut up and partly because he’s waited so long to fuck you again. 

He drills himself into you, causing your breath to hitch every now and then. It’s fast and rough. He does it with so much motion, your head bangs against the wall every now and then. The washer even squeaks from all the movement. He gropes your breasts for more stability. You fight the urge to cum.

You cross your legs together, bringing him closer. Jungkook huffs, feeling like his dick is going to explode from having you close to him again. He’s going to lose his mind soon—he just knows it. 

“You know how I like it,” he whimpers. “Fuck, ___. You’re so tight. So good to me.”

“T-told y-you,” you moan. “Fuck me harder, please.”

“Gonna fuck you so hard.”

“Y-yeah? Mhmm—oh! Oh, oh, oh my god—J-Jungkook!”

He does as he says. Jungkook fucks you, kisses you, and sucks on your tits harder. He does it with so much intention and holy shit—you don’t know how long you’re going to last. 

“Might cum,” you tell him. Slightly feeling the tingle in the pit of your stomach, and the intense feeling in between your legs level up. “Please let me cum.”

Sternly, he denies you. “No.”

“P-please?”

“Not yet,” Jungkook kisses your forehead. “Last longer for me, okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Good girl.”

To help stall your orgasm, Jungkook pulls out. 

“W-wait—”

“Relax, I’m not done,” he assures you. “Neither are you.” 

Jungkook switches your position. He takes one leg off of his shoulder and lifts you off the washer. As one foot reaches the floor, he instructs you to lean against the washer so it’s more comfortable for you. You do so. You plop your elbow on the top surface and try to catch your breath. Jungkook then puts himself back in and continues to fuck you. 

The new position only lasts a few minutes. You quickly tell him you’re uncomfortable and hope he doesn’t dismiss your feelings. Luckily, he listens. He helps you stand on your two feet again. Thanking him, you reach to kiss him but he stops you. 

Jungkook grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it. Your head is thrown back and your back is arched. He places kisses from your collarbones to your neck. He whispers in your ear, “fuck you like I hate you, right? You sure?”

“Mhmm,” you croak. “Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

Jungkook smirks. 

Roughly, he spins you around and bends you over. As your face is pressed against the washer, you can’t help but smirk. Oh, this was so fucking hot. If you like this… He must love it. 

“Time for you to beg for it.”

Your smirk turns into a giggle. “Kinda hard if I can’t see your face. Doggy style still your favourite? Should we film this too?”

Smack. 

Jungkook slaps your ass. It’s loud and a handful. He glances at it, noticing how red the mark got. “Can you still handle it? Can you handle me?”

“Fuck me and find out.”

Another smack. 

“Beg.”

Through your teeth, you grit. “For what? Your phone so we can film this?”

Jungkook slaps your ass for the last time. He then shoves his cock inside you without warning. As he thrusts in and out, he leans over and breathes into your ear. 

“Come on, ___. Boost my ego.”

You moan at his words. His dick inside you is just so fucking big—you can’t concentrate. It feels so fucking good that you don’t even care about how sore you’ll be later. Jungkook fucks you so good… You can’t help but give in.

“Jungkook,” you breathe in between thrusts. “You fuck me so good. N-no one fucks me the way you do. No one digs themself deeper in me than you do. No one bruises my esophagus more than you. Y-you make me feel so good. Every time you cum in me—ohh, I get so fucking wet just thinking about it. You make me so wet. Your dick is so fucking yummy. Love your cum. I’m horny all the time when you’re around and I—mhmm—I need you.”

“That’s right,” he grunts. “My fucking cock slut needs me.”

“Mhmm,” you agree. “Need your juicy cock. Need you to cum in me. Need y-you.”

Again…

You and your words. 

Jungkook wants to fold. With all this heat, he wants to give in and make love to you properly… Instead, his heart wins. 

He needs to cum. 

Jungkook takes himself out. He spins you around and lifts you. 

Wrapped around him, you look at him lovingly. You can’t help but lean in and kiss him. He kisses back only to pull away earlier than you liked. 

“Bounce,” he instructs you. 

“Isn’t this uncomfortable—”

“I fucking said bounce.”

You shut up and do so. 

Hanging on him, you try your best to bounce. Fucking standing up is hard enough—this? This was talent. You don’t know how he does it, but Jungkook takes control. He starts to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Then, as his exhaustion begins to take over, he moves you back on top of the washer. 

He keeps fucking you. With every thrust and breathy swear, you and him get closer and closer to climaxing. 

As your stomach twitches, you wrap your legs around him. With everything he has left, Jungkook pounds himself into you. 

“O-oh my god!” you cry. “Y-yes, Jungkook. F-fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mhmm,” Jungkook moans. “Fucking shit—nghhh!”

He cums first. 

Jungkook spills himself inside you but continues his strokes. The second you feel the spurts of his cum hit your insides, you let out a loud moan and let go.

You cum. 

Then, he pulls out and spreads your folds. He watches as your pussy clenches, causing the cum to spill out. He wishes he had his phone.

He loves this sight.

He loves you.

Jungkook helps you off the washer. 

He helps you get dressed and asks if you feel okay. In all honesty, your legs feel a little numb. You’ve never fucked like that before and your stamina has never been that good. For his benefit, you tell him you’re okay. He knows you’re lying. For your benefit, he plays along. 

Once Jungkook is dressed, he reaches for the doorknob and then remembers it’s locked from the outside.

“Can you text Yuna to unlock it?”

You blink. “Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll just—”

As you attempt to grab your phone from the detergent shelf, you almost fall over from the sudden movement. Just like at the party, you can’t walk. 

He fucked you too good.

You aren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not.. This was his fault! Then again, this was his fault. 

“Woah,” Jungkook catches you. He holds you, slowly assisting you steady. “That good, huh?”

You can’t help it. You let out a laugh and hit his chest playfully. 

“You love having your ego stroked.”

“What? No way,” Jungkook pouts. As he reaches over and grabs your phone for you, he continues: “my ego isn’t the only thing I like having stroked.”

Your mouth drops. “God, you’re annoying.”

For the first time in a while, Jungkook smiles and laughs. As you text Yuna, you can’t help but look up and watch him laugh. He looks happy. He looks relaxed. He looks better.

Okay… Maybe Yuna was right. 

Maybe you two just needed to fuck it out. 

“Okay, I texted Yuna,” you bend down slowly, and open the nearby sink drawer. “She said there’s actually a spare key under the sink—Ah ha!” 

As you turn to him, you show him the key with a smile on your face. Out of no where, he says 4 words you never expected to hear. 

“We should be friends.”

Your smile fades. 

“What?”

“You said you wanted to talk,” Jungkook says softly. “I don’t know what else I can say. I like you. I’ve shown you my heart over and over again. I’ve waited for you. I tried to hate you—but I can’t. I mean,” he takes a breath. “... Look at us. Look at what we just did. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore, ___.”

Who knew your heart could break from a few words? 

“Friends?” Jungkook then extends his hand out. You stare at it, unsure if you should take it. With his other hand, he scratches the back of his head. “Whenever you’re ready, I guess… I’m your friend whenever you’re ready. So, yeah… I’ll head out first—”

“Jungkook, stop.” Taking a step towards him, you take his hand. “Do you think we can actually be friends from now on? Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

“No, not really.” he shrugs. “I don’t want the rejection. I’m trying so hard to make peace with what happened already—everything is so fucked up because I got ahead of myself. I won’t do that anymore… I’m sorry, ___. I’m sorry about everything. I just… I hoped to never lose you. I hoped for this to never end.”

Say it, ___.

Say the truth.

You don’t want to be friends with him because you want him more than that. You want more of him. You love—

“Jungkook—”

“Yeah?”

“Hear me out,” you plead. “Please.”

He looks at you blankly. “Okay… What is it?”

A heavy silence fills the room. 

“... I don’t want to be your friend. That’s stupid.”

“Wow, ouch—fine. What do you want then? Do you have a better plan—“

“You. I want you… How am I supposed to be your friend when I’ve missed you so much?”

With a soft smile on his face and a bruised heart, he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head.

“I missed you more,” he says.

As he pulls away, he makes his second attempt. Offering you his hand, he asks, “so… Friends?”

“Bullshit. I refuse to be friendzoned.”

“Damn,” his heart races. “… So what does this mean—mhhphh—“

You shove his hand aside and tiptoe to kiss him one last time. He kisses back and your heart skips a beat. It’s then when it clicks—Yuna was right.

Jungkook had folded… And you?

You love him.

Who You Are - The Series [R.M.]

People don’t change. Sometimes they just forget who they really are.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

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A huge thank you to @sinceweremutual​ for helping put this together! This fic wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for all the ideas we discussed and shared.

1st time writting a imagine guys!!! And its about the Ethan dolan. Let me know what you guys think!!!

Comforting Ethan Dolan

Summary: The Reader accompanying the twins with the talk with Shane Dawson

‘So are you guys ready?’ Y/n asked while climbing on Graysons car.

‘Nah.’ Grayson shruggged, while Ethan your Boyfriend remain quiet.

Y/n has been one of the closest friends of the twins and is the girlfriend of Ethan Dolan, for one and a half year. She has seen the struggles of the twins when it comes to video ideas and she was there when their dad passed away.

So when Grayson suggested their next video idea which include the Shane Dawson, she was all for it.

Y/n saw the struggles of the twins trying to upload every Tuesday, even after their dad died, they haven’t stopped making videos and uploading on time. So Y/n can see that the twins are burned out and doesn’t seem to be enjoying making videos, but didn’t want to dissapoint the fans.

So the night before meeting with Shane, Ethan had a talked to her while they are cuddling and watching netflix.

‘Do you think they will be dissapointed?’ Ethan asked quietly while stroking y/n hand, eyes still on TV.

‘At first, yeah.’ Y/n answered while starting to face Ethan.

‘But if they are really your fans, they will understand. It’s not like you guys are quitting, just taking the time to rest and to cope with the things that you guys have been putting off.’ Y/n said stroking Ethan’s hand.

‘And if you guys haven’t notice on the comment section, that they want you to rest and they’re willing to wait’ y/n added.

‘Thanks bub!’ Ethan said while dragging y/n to lay down.

‘Now let’s sleep since we have a long day tomorrow’ Ethan added while pulling you closer.

While lost on your thoughts, you guys finally reached Shane and Ryland’s place.

‘Okay E, you ready?’ Grayson asked his twin while driving through Shane’s house.

‘Let’s do this Gray!’ Ethan answered, nervously while making eye contact with you in the rear view mirror.

When you guys finally parked, Shane and Rylan was there to welcome you.

‘Welcome! Its the first time I actually met you guys in person, Nice to meet you’ Shane exlaimed while reaching out for a hug.

‘Hi! Thanks Shane, for agreeing with this’. Grayson said reaching out for a hug.

‘Yeah man! We really admire you especially on Youtube community, so it means a lot to us’. Ethan said while reaching out for a hug.

‘By the way, this is Y/n, my girlfriend’ E added while reaching out to you.

‘Oh Hi, Nice to meet you! I’m a big fan!’ y/n said while going for a hug.

‘And hello Ryland, nice to meet you guys’. Y/n reached out and give Shane’s fiancee a hug.

‘Oh that’s a shoker, I didn’t know a Dolan have a GF.’ Shane said jokingly but smiling sincerely.

‘Well, you know with youtube community, some are still not accepting, so we decided to laylo for a while, since some fans can be possesive’. Ethan announced while reaching out to hug your waist.

‘Okay, so now that all the introduction is done, why don’t we come in and start our session, hahaha’ Shane suggested while guiding everyone in.

‘Are you okay?’ You asked Ethan, who’s still holding your waist.

‘A bit nervous, but I’ll be fine. But thanks for being here bub, Grayson and I really appreciate it’. He said while peaking your lips.

‘All good babe! I’ll hang out with Ryland and you do your thing with Shane okay.’ Y/n said giving E a hug.

‘I love you.’Ethan said while peaking your lips and catching up with Grayson and Shane in the Living room.

Y/n and Ryland hang out at the outside patio that Ryland has recently renovated for his video. They talk about life and find out that y/n is very similar with his sister Morgan, and promised to introduced them soon.

Y/n and Ryland stopped talking when they heard laughting and saw the twins and Shane standing up and joking around.

‘Hey, they look done, lets go join them’ Ryland suggested while walking inside the house, with you right behind him.

‘So are you guys done with your theraphy session, Dr Phil?’ Ryland joked while making the other laugh.

‘Hahaha, we should totally make that a series’ Shane added, while Ethan met your eyes, and you can see the relief in them.

‘We’ll thank you again Shane, we really appreciate, you finding the time to talk to us’ Grayson said hugging Shane.

‘Yeah, Thanks we really needed that, I feel lifted!’ Ethan added also going for a hug

‘Well I feel heavy!’ Shane joked, making everyone laugh.

You guys hangout for a bit behind the camera, joking around, laughting while you and Ethan make eye contact constanty. Everyone said their goodbyes, with the light feeling that the twins definitely needed.

On the drive home, the twins are quiet but you can tell the atmosphere is light and the twins are in deep thought. When you arrive home, Grayson walked off mumbling he needs to exercise to clear his mind, while your boyfriend quietly walk through his room.

‘Hey, you want anything to eat?’ You asked cautiously when you followed him in his room, seeing him already layinh down.

‘Nah’ Ethan simply said while smiling at you.

‘What?’ You asked, while sitting on the bed.

‘Come here!’ Ethan said while pulling you to bed making you fall down. ‘I Love you’ He quietly added while giving your neck a peak.

‘And thank you bub, for being their for me and Gray. I appreciate you.’ He added while hugging you thightly.

‘I love you too and I’m always here for you guys.’ Y/n answered while stroking Ethans hair.

‘Okay lets sleep first and eat later.’ Ethan mumbled falling asleep still hugging you with his head on your neck.

‘Okay sleep’. You mumbled closing your eyes and stroking Ethan’s hair till he fall asleep.

Meet the Parents

18+ account - minors do not interact

carmen "carmy" berzatto x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Rating: E

Summary: Carmen deals with anxiety as he prepares to meet your parents for the first time and the pressure of making a good impression weighs heavily on his mind.

Warning: anxiety, insecurity, angst-ish (carmy's internalized thoughts), established relationship, language, slight jealousy/possessiveness, praise, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (f receiving), implied p in v sex, soft!carmy <3, fluff y’all

A/N: This feeds as a one-shot for my Collection of Moments and is apart of my Wine & Dine universe However, it can be read as a stand-alone as well. So, I rarely write in the other POV – I literally have only done it once before. I usually always write from the reader's perspective, but for this, I felt it was necessary to be in Carmy’s mind. I can’t tell if I like it, but here it is. Also, as we can see, I’m terrible at drabbles… Also, I've been having problems sharing this story as its not appearing in the tags so I hope this third try will work...

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You sat on the couch in Carmen's living room, phone pressed against your ear as you talked to your mother.

"Oh, this weekend? Yeah, I can make it out for the barbeque on Sunday,"

As you spoke, Carmen walked into the room and sat beside you. He could hear snippets of the conversation but didn't want to eavesdrop.

"Mmhm, yeah Mom, he'll be busy at the restaurant. So no, he probably can't make it,”

Carmen couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at those words. He had been with you officially for 3 months, and you two had known each other for practically a year, but he still hadn't found the time to meet your family. You had met his entire family, even met Donna informally who had been stopping by the restaurant more often since her granddaughter had been born.

After you finished your conversation after a few minutes and hung up the phone, he turned to you hesitantly, trying to sound casual. "Hey, why did you say I couldn’t come this weekend?"

Thoughts raced through his mind – Were you embarrassed by him? Did you not want him to meet your family? Did you have doubts about your relationship?

You chuckled slightly, "Because I’m going to be spending the night at my parents on Saturday, which is the busiest night at The Bear,"

Relief washed over Carmen when he realized he had jumped to conclusions, but still felt a twinge of guilt for not making time to meet your family sooner. Carmen made a mental note to clear his schedule for the weekend and finally make the effort to meet your family. Sydney could handle it. He wanted to show your parents that he was serious about your relationship and that he cared about you deeply.

Carmen shook his head, determination shining in his beautiful blue eyes. "But, I really want to meet your family,"

"You don't have to push yourself too hard, Carmy. I know how busy you are, and I don't want to add more stress to your plate,”

"I understand," Carmen replied, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. He was so busy all the time that he realized he had created a narrative that made you assume he could never be easily available. You’re a fuckin’ asshole Berzatto. “But, it's not about stress. It's bout’ makin’ time for the things and people that matter most to me. And you… are at the top of that list,” he insisted.

You felt a rush of emotion at his words and leaned in to give him a tender kiss. "Okay,” you smiled brightly, feeling grateful that he was open to the idea. You knew family stuff… was hard for him. “But seriously, no pressure,” you reminded him.

Carmen nodded, feeling reassured by your words. “I love you,” he said shyly. It had only been a few weeks since you two had started saying those words. But every time he looked into your eyes; he could feel the words bubbling up inside of him. If he was honest, he had fallen in love with you way before you two had even started dating.

As he thought back to the first time he accidentally blurted out "I love you" in a grocery store, he couldn't help but smile. He had been so scared of your reaction, but you had surprised him by simply leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

You then whispered in his ear, "I feel like I’ve loved you for so long," And in that moment, all his fears and doubts had melted away. You were so fucking perfect.

“I love you too Carmy,” he heard you say as he returned to the present, and his heart raced when he heard you say those words. There was the weight of those three little words – they held power—the power to heal, to connect, to change everything.

Carmen had never been good at first impressions; he stumbled over words and fumbled with handshakes. But this was different. This was about proving himself to you, to them, and maybe even to himself. He knew he needed to prioritize you and be there for you in ways that transcended busy schedules and work commitments. He wanted to be more than just “that chef” you were dating at The Bear. He wanted to be the man who held your hand at family gatherings, who laughed with your parents, and who fucking showed up for you.

You peppered his neck with soft kisses and ran your fingers along his chest. He tried to focus on the sensation of your touch, but his thoughts kept pulling him away, his mind lost in a maze of worries. What if they didn't like him? And worse…what if one day, you would wake up and realize he wasn’t enough?

xx

Carmen gripped the steering wheel tightly, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sped down the highway. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, causing a knot to form in his stomach. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard and cursed under his breath. He had called you to let you know he was going to be late, and listened to your unwavering patience and understanding on the other line, which felt like an oasis in a desert of chaos. But he still felt like shit. He wanted to believe you when you said, ‘Carmy, it’s totally fine, get here safely’, but there was a voice—the one that echoed his mother’s harsh words, his father walking out on him, his old boss in New York. It told him that he was broken, and that he would ruin everything eventually.

He had been looking forward to today, but everything had been falling apart. The problems at the Bear had started earlier that day, with one disaster after another piling up, and it delayed him from getting to you. First, the delivery truck arrived late, throwing off their entire prep schedule. Then, one of the new line cooks working with Ebra, overwhelmed by the fast-paced environment, quit on the spot, leaving them short-staffed during the lunch rush. As if that wasn’t enough, the walk-in cooler malfunctioned, causing some of their fresh ingredients to spoil. That fucking walk-in cooler was the bane of Carmen’s existence.

Sydney had assured him that it was fine, that she could handle things at the restaurant with Sugar and Cousin as he prepared to leave. But as he looked at the clock and realized how late he was, he couldn't help but feel like he was letting everyone down. He felt torn between his responsibilities at the restaurant and his commitment to you.

As he navigated through traffic to get to Naperville, he couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his chest. You had left for your parents’ place earlier that day to grab lunch with them and he had told you he would meet you there after lunch service and spend the night in Naperville with you. He should have just left with you and questioned why he had gone into the restaurant today. Because you’re a fuckin’ workaholic.

He finally pulled up to the address of your parents' house and stepped out of his car feeling nervous. He straightened his collar and took a deep breath before mustering the courage to walk up the front steps and knock on the door with a bouquet mixed with roses, lilies, sunflowers, and irises for your mother.

As he stood on the porch, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. The door swung open, and you appeared, a warm smile on your face. His breath caught in his throat. You were wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but you looked absolutely stunning. He couldn't tear his gaze away from you, completely blown away by how effortlessly beautiful you looked.

"Hey, you made it," you said, stepping out to greet him.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry I’m late, I just –,”

You reached up and planted a soft kiss on his lips cutting him off, and he felt the tension ease from his body. Your touch was like magic, calming his nerves and reminding him why he was here in the first place.

"It's okay, don't worry about it," you said, giving him a reassuring smile. Why the fuck were you so understanding all the time? The guilt creeped in—the insecurity that he wasn’t always easy to love, that he carried baggage from a dysfunctional past.

He traced the curve of your jaw. “Why are you so patient with me?” he whispered. “I don’t deserve it.”

You shifted to face him, your eyes soft. “Carmy! You literally had someone quit on you today and you still showed up. You didn’t have to be here today. Can you please stop being so hard on yourself?” you said, pulling him in for a hug.

Carmen felt a wave of relief wash over him as he held you close, feeling your warmth and hearing your comforting words. He knew you were right, but he still felt bad.

“Of course, I had to be here,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for bein’ you,”

“I know, I’m kind of awesome,” you smirked.

He straightened his posture and ran a hand through his hair, trying to appear confident in the face of this intimidating situation as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. His heart raced as he envisioned the impending introductions and the scrutinizing gaze of your parents. He swallowed hard, attempting to calm his nerves as he mentally rehearsed what he should say.

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, sensing his anxiety "Don't be nervous, they're going to love you."

"Thanks," he said, feeling grateful to feel your hand in his. "I think… I’m ready,"

xx

As he spent the evening with your parents, laughing and sharing stories, Carmen felt a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. Your parents welcomed him with open arms, making him feel like he was a part of something special. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you in his life. It was a stark contrast to the chaos he was used to. His own upbringing had been marked by shouting matches, broken promises, and a sense of impermanence. But here, in this cozy living room, everything felt different.

Your parents were impressive, it was intimidating. They had immigrated to this country during their university years. Your father was a successful partner at a prestigious law firm, while your mother was a respected professor at the University of Chicago. As Carmen listened to their stories, he marveled at the normalcy. The way your parents teased each other, finishing each other’s sentences. The way they held hands, a silent affirmation of their bond. It was like watching a heartwarming movie—one he’d never imagined could exist beyond the screen.

Dinner was a feast—a spread of homemade dishes that tasted like love, and your parent's stories about growing up in a small village transported Carmen to another time. They asked about his life, his dreams, and listened intently, as if his words mattered.

And then there was you—the reason he was here. You sat across from him, your smile radiant. You’d shared stories about your family—their quirks, their imperfections. How your father at first was not on board with you trying to become a Sommelier after you dropped out of law school. But now, seeing them in action, he understood. Your parents weren’t perfect, and your father, in particular, had high standards and expectations. But they were real. They seemed to love fiercely, forgive freely, and had created a haven of stability for you and your siblings.

By the end of the night, they started calling him Carmy… and he couldn’t be happier. Tomorrow for the barbeque, he would meet your brothers, the twins who were known for being fiercely protective of you, since you were the youngest. He had already met your sister briefly at the wine shop, and that had gone well. She would be there tomorrow with her husband, whom he hadn’t met yet, along with your niece and nephew, who he knew you adored. It was shocking to him that families actually wanted to spend time together, that they could support and love each other without the constant undercurrent of tension and conflict he was used to. Is this what your future would be like once you two got married and had kids?

He realized how crazy he was for thinking that. But… you were it for him.

xx

Later, he laid in your childhood bed waiting for you, the room was bathed in a soft glow—the moon peeking through the curtains, casting shadows on the familiar posters that adorned the walls. You had excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving him alone as he absorbed the moment—the scent of lavender from the sheets, the creaky floorboards under his weight.

When you returned, wearing an oversized T-shirt with just your panties and your hair pulled back, he couldn’t help but smile. You climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of him.

“You know,” you said, breaking the silence, “I’ve never had a boy sleep overnight in here before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Never?”

You shook your head. “Nope,”

You leaned in closer, your hand sliding down his chest and onto his lap. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body reacting to your touch, feeling himself get hard immediately under his briefs. His heart was pounding as you pressed your body against his, the urgency of your movements making his head spin.

He leaned in to kiss you and shoved his tongue in your mouth and couldn’t help but savor the taste and smell of you– the minty freshness of your toothpaste mingled with the sweet, floral scent of the lavender lotion on your body, creating a deliciously intoxicating flavor and smell that he couldn’t get enough of.

When you moaned, the thought of your parents just down the hall flashed through his mind. "We shouldn't... not here," he managed to say between kisses, trying to push you off gently.

You pulled back, a hint of disappointment in your eyes. "Seriously?” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. It’s not like you were teenagers, you were grown adults.

"I-I just don't want to be disrespectful in your father's house,” he stammered, feeling the weight of your gaze on him.

“It’s also my mother's house,” you said, arching your eyebrows.

He chuckled nervously and reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin “You’re right, that was incredibly sexist of me to say. I just… you know what I mean… I think they like me, and I don’t wanna be caught fuckin’ their gorgeous daughter in their house,”

You paused as if considering his words. "Fine, you win this round Carmy," you pouted, with a small smile playing on your lips.

He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your warmth. “If you think for one second, I don’t wanna bury myself in your tight little pussy…”

You laughed and felt your cheeks heat up, “Good to know," you winked at him. "Okay, time for bed,”

You both settled into bed together, you snuggled close to Carmen as he turned off the bedside lamp. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. The soft rhythm of your breathing filled the room as you sunk into dreamland.

But at 3 a.m., Carmen woke you up with a gentle shake. You groggily opened your eyes to see him hovering over you, with a bashful look in his eyes.

You blinked in confusion, still half-asleep. "Carmy?”

“I can’t stop thinkin’ bout’ you,” he whispered, and you felt the heat rise between your legs at his words. His hand wandered lower, tracing patterns on your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, you felt his lips on your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone, igniting a fire within you.

You gasped as he moved down lower, his fingers teasing you through your panties. "Carmy, what are you doing?" you whispered, trying to suppress a moan as his lips grazed your skin.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "I can't help it, I need you right now,” he murmured, his voice husky with need.

He had found himself unable to fall asleep, his mind was consumed with desire for you, a burning need that had been building for days. You both had been so busy with work and life that you hadn't had a chance to be intimate in a few days. But the real reason he couldn’t sleep was because of the comment you had made about never having had a past boyfriend fuck you in this room. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever he reflected on your past relationships. You had experienced deep, long-lasting connections with some of your exes, something he had never truly known. He sometimes wondered what it must have been like for you, to share such intimacy and build a life with someone over the years. His own romantic history was just a quick series of brief flings in Europe and New York, with only one serious relationship with Claire that barely lasted three months.

You chuckled softly, teasing him about his earlier hesitation. “Well, what about my parents? Aren’t you worried about ‘disrespecting’ them?" you taunted.

His lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Baby, if it means I get to taste you, I'll happily go to hell and back.” The thought of being the only man to have you in this sacred space of yours made him feel a primal urge like never before. The idea of taking you in here turned him on in a way he had never experienced. He knew it was slightly possessive, but he didn’t care.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness. But the way he looked at you, with hunger and need in his eyes, ignited a fire inside you.

He leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss. And he moved lower, trailing kisses down your neck and stomach, you could feel the anticipation building. You gasped as he slid your panties down, his fingers teasing you, sending waves of pleasure through you. "Carmen, please," you moaned, unable to contain the desire building within you, and not caring if you sounded pathetic.

He hated when people didn't use his nickname, but ironically, he loved it when you called him Carmen during sex, and it made him fucking crazy. He would replay the way you said his name breathlessly all the time, hell it distracted him at work all the time just thinking about you saying his name. But it was nothing in comparison to hearing it in the bedroom like right now when you were horny and desperate for him.

He smirked as he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. "Tell me what you want, baby," he said his voice low and sultry.

"I want your mouth on me," you breathed, your body arching towards him, craving his touch.

And with that, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue exploring every inch of you, driving you wild with pleasure. You covered your mouth with your hand and writhed beneath him, grasping at the sheets with your other hand as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy. The truth was you had never had a man go down on you like this, Carmen always seemed to be desperate for this… for you. He always groaned against you, as if he was the luckiest guy in the world to be between your thighs as he would hungrily lap at your cunt like a man starved. It didn’t matter how many times he did this, it never failed to surprise you at how good he was at this.

Tonight (or shall you say this morning) he brought you to the edge, over and over again, expertly teasing and tantalizing you until you were begging for release. And finally, with one final, intense flick of his tongue, you shattered, crying out his name into your pillow as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. He loved watching you fall apart for him; it made him feel like a man. As you came down from your high, he crawled up your body, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, intimate kiss and you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

"Fuck, love when you say my name like that," he whispered, and then reached between the two of you and stroked himself before placing his cock at your entrance.

As he positioned himself above you, his eyes dark with desire, he leaned in close to your ear, his voice a low, throaty whisper. "You're gonna have to be quiet, baby, or I'm gonna have to stop,” he said, his hand covering your mouth to muffle any potential sounds of pleasure that might escape.

You nodded, biting your lip to stifle any noises as he slowly pushed himself inside you, filling you completely. His eyes met yours and he was met with a sight that took his breath away and couldn't help but think how fucking lucky he was.

You looked so beautiful… and you made him feel so good, so alive, and so utterly consumed.

xx

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Guiding Light - Master List

summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can. pairing: bucky x reader word count: ~100,000  warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, torture, minor character death, vague/brief suicidal ideation, smut (marked with *), slow burn/longing/mutual pining

🥊 part one

💣 part two

📺 part three 

🎥 part four 

👟 part five 

🗽 part six 

👯‍♀️ part seven 

🕯 part eight 

🏥 part nine 

🧠 part ten 

❤️ part eleven *

❄️ part twelve 

💜 part thirteen *

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Drabble: Destroyer

This series is officially complete 🖤

marlie b’s spider-man masterlist

hi everyone ! here are the two masterlist’s to both of my spider-man fan fictions. the first, being the trilogy i wrote & the 30 blurbs that goes along with it, & the second being a singular series that is currently in progress. 

enjoy !

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Far From You Trilogy

(completed)

y/n stark & peter parker have known each other since they were in eighth grade & have been inseparable best friends ever since. but in the aftermath of thanos’s destruction & the losses they’ve both endured, y/n & peter must navigate a new understanding of who they are to one another all through snarky comments, badass fights, devoted friends, & a whole lot of hilarious moments & eye rolls (usually from y/n). this trilogy follows peter & y/n from the summer going into their senior year of high school through their senior year in college, along with 30 blurbs to shed some light on their lives together before, during & after the trilogy. 

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Just Out of Reach

(sequel in progress)

y/n met peter parker one time at the one of the university bus stops & shared a pizza with him in the rain. he seemed like the nicest kid & so when y/n sees peter in the hospital only a couple weeks later looking like a shell of the boy she’d once met, well, y/n’s always felt a calling to helping people. so why not help peter parker? plus, he’s super cute so that also is a huge help.

to put it plainly, y/n loves helping other people & feels some sort of connection to a curly-headed kid with one arm that she hardly knows, peter is tired & can’t seem to catch a break & is kind of an asshole. & it would seem that even though felicia & peter broke up & were never even really together, felicia still has some plans for the two of them. also no one likes gwen stacey, mj takes up a new hobby called vandalism & y/n’s roommates get arrested for something they didn’t do.

Sequel: If You Need Me

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back-burner | myg

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

PAIRING. min yoongi x reader

GENRE. sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. one-sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, insecurities, miscommunication, family trauma (it's not as bad as it sounds!!!), explicit language, eventual smut, eventual fluff, MAJOR ANGST, sexual harassment, mentions of poor mental health, alcohol as a coping mechanism (minor), mentions of poor health, neglecting one's health [warnings to be added!!!]

STATUS completed

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main story

01: drunk words can get you in trouble

02: some shine brighter than the rest but it gets dark sometimes

03: use your words

04: just for tonight, you'll try to forget

05: you give and you give until you have nothing left for people to take

06: you were a fire, and you burnt anything that came in your way

07: what you know, isn't always the truth

08: hidden conversations and truths

09: how much would you let yourself go?

10: two broken hearts

11: you were the sun; he'd burn to keep himself close

12: what is free, will sometimes hurt

13: do it for you, if not for anyone else

14: when one door closes, another one opens

15: [epilogue] to begin; again

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