pussyobsessed!woonhak who canโt go more than ten minutes without thinking about your cunt. Even when youโre just cuddling on the couch, heโll absentmindedly slip his hand into your panties, two fingers gently parting your folds so he can play with your clit like itโs his favorite stress toy. Slow, lazy circles, little taps, sometimes just holding it between his thumb and forefinger while he watches a movie, completely zoned out except for the soft, wet sounds his fingers make against you.
pussyobsessed!woonhak who gets especially feral when heโs horny. Heโll push your knees up and press them together tight against your chest until your pretty pussy bulges out between your thighs, all swollen and puffy, folds squeezed together like a little gift just for him. He stares at it with dark, hungry eyes, thumbs spreading those squished lips apart so he can see how shiny and needy you are.
โLook at herโฆ so fucking cute when sheโs all bunched up like this,โ he mumbles, almost to himself, before leaning in and dragging his tongue flat over the plump, folded flesh.
He spends ages just playing with your clit โ flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it into his mouth with wet, obscene pops, pinching it lightly between his lips and tugging until your hips twitch. Sometimes heโll slap it softly with his fingers just to watch the way your whole pussy jolts and gets wetter.
pussyobsessed!woonhak who abuses your poor little clit until youโre crying and shaking, overstimulating you on purpose because he loves the way you sob his name when it gets too much. Heโll keep his mouth latched on, sucking and licking relentlessly while you try to push his head away, only for him to grab your wrists and pin them down so he can keep going.
When he finally decides youโve had enough, he turns into the softest boy ever. Heโll gently kiss your overworked clit, murmuring apologies against your skin. โSorry babyโฆ got a little carried away. Sheโs so pretty when sheโs puffy like this.โ
Then he takes care of it so sweetly โ spreading your legs again and pressing soft, cool kisses all over your swollen folds. Heโll lick you slow and gentle, not to make you cum again, but to soothe the ache. Sometimes he even runs a warm cloth between your legs, patting you dry with the gentlest touch before cuddling you close, one hand still cupping your pussy protectively like heโs guarding his favorite thing in the world.
pussyobsessed!woonhak who, even after all that, will fall asleep with his face buried between your thighs or with two fingers resting inside you, just because he needs to feel how warm and soft you are.
~Sorry it took me so long, I got busy with the end of the semester! Also Iโm sorry if I messed up the Italian, I am not fluent so I used a translator which means it may be wrong~
(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)
For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.
College has been kicking my ass but I recently got n influx of Jack Dawson edits on the TikTok fyp and I felt โจinspiredโจ So here you go! Also, Trigger warning!!! Sexual assault is not explicitly depicted but is heavily implied
Jack had just finished his first shift at Rinaldiโs - helping Elmer haul supplies from the delivery truck to the pantry โ and he was sitting at the back of the dining room smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. A few performers had already come and gone as the curtains opened on the stage once again. The band was playing the beginning of a jazzy tune and the curtains revealed something Jack had not expected. Dorothea stood in the middle of the stage. She was adorned in a beautiful pale blue dress the bottom of it trailed a bit behind her and every inch of the dress sparkled in the stage lights. She sparkled in the stage lights. Jack was speechless. He set his drink down and leaned forward in his chair as Dorothea began singing. Her voice was rich and clear as it rang through the dining room. Jack hung on her every word.
ย ย ย ย โIsnโt she a star,โ Margarette sighed as she brought Jack his dinner โ free of charge by request of Dorothea. โSheโs such a rare talent, that girl.โ
ย ย ย ย โYeah, she is. I didnโt know she sang,โ He said.
ย ย ย ย โSheโs a shy girl. Sheโs been that way since she turned up on our doorstep,โ Margarette chuckled and gave Jack a fond smile before going back to the kitchen.
ย ย ย ย Jack fumbled for his sketchbook, desperate to capture this version of Dorothea on paper. He sketched quickly and loosely. He would return to the drawing later with details but for now, he mostly focused on actually looking at her. He knew that he would not soon forget her like this.
She had seen him in the crowd. How could she not have he was basically the only person there; well she certainly felt that way. As she hurried back to her dressing room to change back into her regular clothes, she was unaware that another man had watched her perform. The man from the cafรฉ.
ย ย ย ย โDorothea, dear, youโre food will be ready in the kitchen when youโre done!โ Margarette called through the door of the small dressing room.
ย ย ย ย โAlright!โ Dorothea responded. She carefully removed the gems that glittered in her hair and watched in the mirror as her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. ย
ย ย ย ย โbeautiful, is what I was gonna say.โ
Jackโs compliments from the day of the party rang in her ears and caused warmth to bloom over her face and neck. A girlish smile stretched across her lips as she continued to undress. Just as she had managed to unlace the corset of her dress, someone knocked on the door. Dorothea thought nothing of it, believing it to be the old seamstress who usually helps her in and out of costumes - foolish
ย ย ย ย โCome in!โ The door slowly creaked open, โYouโre a little too late, Inez, Iโve already got the corset off,โ She laughed.
ย ย ย ย โThen I suppose I have impeccable timing.โ
ย ย ย ย After quickly finishing his preliminary sketch, Jack rushed off to find out where he could see Dorothea. Finding his way back to the kitchen he met Elmer and Margarette chatting by the stove. Elmer was the first to notice the young man enter.
ย ย ย ย โJack, my boy! Come back for seconds?โ Elmerโs deep voice broke into a rumbling chuckle. Jack smiled,
ย ย ย ย โNot this time. I wanted to know where I could find Dorothea. I want to tell her how well she did tonight,โ Jack sat his sketchbook on the kitchen counter before stuffing his hands in his pockets. Elmer and Margarette shared a look that can only be described as knowing.
ย ย ย ย โOf course! I was just heading that way to fetch her for dinner. Come with me.โ Elmer held an arm out to beckon Jack over. As they walked toward a hallway at the back of the room, the older man clapped Jack on the back. โWas this the first performance youโve seen?โ
ย ย ย ย Jack nodded. โShe never even told me she performed here.โ
Elmer barked out a laugh and shook his head, โThat doesnโt surprise me-โ He paused to say hello to one of the musicians as they entered the part of the hallway lined with dressing rooms, โThat girl seems to be allergic to giving herself any praise.โ
ย ย ย ย โWell, I-โ
A scream cut Jack off from down the hallway. His eyebrows furrowed and looked at Elmer who had a similar facial expression.
ย ย ย ย โThat sounded like it came from her dressing room-โ
ย ย ย ย โHelp!โ
Both men took off down the hallway. Jack was much faster than Elmer and quickly came to a wooden door with Dorotheaโs name on it. He swung the door open and was temporarily stunned by the sight in front of him. It was him. The man from that one day in the cafรฉ who had come looking for Dorothea. He had her with a harsh grip on her shoulders and was attempting to push her to the floor. Dorothea held one hand against the manโs chest, trying to push him off, while her other hand clawed at the loose fabric of her dress trying to keep it from falling. Dorotheaโs wild, frightened eyes met Jackโs, and a fleeting look of relief flitted across her face.
ย ย ย ย โJack!โ She shrieked out his name and that called him to action. He rushed forward and grasped the man by his collar yanking him backward. The man stumbled in surprise and let go of Dorothea, who dropped to the floor from the sudden loss of opposing force. Just as the man turned to face the new presence in the room, Jack met his face with one of the hardest punches heโs ever thrown. A fleshy smack sounded through the room before the man fell to the ground. However, he wasnโt down long before Jack hauled him up by his jacket and tossed him out through the open door where Elmer and a few of his men happened to be coming in. The man fell pathetically at their feet, dazed.
ย ย ย ย โHaul โim up, boys, and get him outta here,โ Elmer demanded. โIโll be right back,โ He told Jack before following his boys out of the hall. Jack whirled on his heel and knelt down beside Dorothea who had yet to get up from the floor.
ย ย ย ย Dorothea had never felt so afraid in her life. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute and she couldnโt seem to catch her breath. The hand that wasnโt holding her in a sitting position felt paralyzed in its unwavering grip on her dress. Her gaze immediately went to Jack as he knelt down beside her. His eyes searched over her with a worried expression making sure she hadnโt been hurt.
ย ย ย ย โAre you okay?โ He asked as he just barely let his hand graze the skin of her arm. He quickly shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, โWhat a dumb question, Jackโ he murmured to himself before opening his eyes again. This time his gaze was locked on Dorotheaโs face. Even in this frazzled state, she fought the urge to right her appearance, knowing that she probably looked awful with her tear-stained face and mussed-up hair. ย Her mouth opened and closed but the sound eluded her. Her breathing quickened as it started to feel like air wasnโt even passing through her lips.
ย ย ย ย โOkay, okay, Dory, you need to take a deep breath, alright? Can you try that?โ Jack asked. Dorothea blinked in surprise before shaking her head. She couldnโt do it.
ย ย ย ย โCome on, yeah you can. Let me show you,โ Jack took a gentle hold of the hand that was holding her up and pulled her to sit up further. He supported her back with his other hand while placing her hand on his chest. He knew she could feel his own racing heart just as she knew he could feel her shoulders rising up and down from her rapid breaths. Jack took a deep breath and Dorothea watched as her hand rose and fell with him. She struggled for a moment to copy his breaths and squeezed her eyes shut in concentration.
ย ย ย ย Elmer made his way back down the hallway, adjusting the rings on his hand as he walked. As he came upon Dorotheaโs dressing room he paused. Jack and Dorothea were still on the floor and Jack was still helping Dorothea with her breathing. Elmer watched as Dorotheaโs breathing slowly became more even to match Jackโs and watched as Jackโs eyes watched Dorothea as if sheโd disappear. The older man smiled with a twinkle in his eye as he decided to go straight to the kitchen to inform his wife of the incident but - more importantly - to leave the two alone for a while longer.
ย ย ย ย Dorothea opened her eyes and was caught off guard by immediately meeting Jackโs gaze. Even though her breathing had evened out several moments ago, they were still in the same place: Jack holding Dorotheaโs hand to his chest while also supporting her seated position. She sniffed and mustered up a weak smile. He returned it with a crooked one of his own.
ย ย ย ย โYou-โ She paused to clear her throat, โYou called me Dory.โ
ย ย ย ย โHuh?โ Jack couldnโt help but chuckle a bit. Thatโs what she chooses to talk about? ย
ย ย ย ย Dorothea swallowed hard, โJust a few minutes ago. You called me Dory. Only Angeline calls me that.โ
ย ย ย ย โOh,โ Jack frowned, โIโm sorry, I didnโt know I wasnโt-โ
ย ย ย ย โI liked it.โ
ย ย ย ย Jack gave another small smile before moving to stand. Dorotheaโs hand quickly tightened, grabbing a fistful of Jackโs shirt to stop him from moving. โWhat are you doing?โ The wild look in her eye from before was resurfacing but Jack was quick to reassure her.
ย ย ย ย โWe gotta get you standing so you can change, right?โ
ย ย ย ย โOh, yes.โ Dorotheaโs hand relaxed and Jack grasped it to help her stand up, still keeping his other hand on her back. Dorothea looks at Jackโs hand and her eyes widen. โJack! Your hand, itโs bleeding!โ
ย ย ย ย โYeah, that usually happens after punching someone in the face.โ He laughed when Dorothea sent him a disapproving glare.
ย ย ย ย โWe have to get this cleaned up before it gets infected!โ
ย ย ย ย โNo, you have to get dressed.โ
Dorothea suddenly became very aware that her dress had barely stayed up this entire time, still only held by her hand. This time there was no way to hide the redness in her cheeks.
ย ย ย ย โRight.โ Dorothea let go of Jackโs hand to further cover herself even though nothing was actually exposed. Jack took a step back to give her some space. He vaguely gestured toward the door,
ย ย ย ย โIโll be right outside.โ
ย ย ย ย As Dorothea dressed, she caught glimpses of herself in the mirror. The man had left bruises. His handprints were seared into the skin of her arm in the form of yellowish outlines. She almost started to cry again. The idea that those handprints would remain there for days after he touched her made her feel sick to the stomach. She didnโt know if she could stand to even look at food right now. Luckily, her blouse sleeves covered up the bruises and she wouldnโt have to look at them โ at least for now. She felt too tired to bother putting her hair up again and decided to let the curls have their way and fall around her shoulders and face. She finally opened the door and poked her head out, only fully emerging when her eyes landed on Jack who was leaning against the opposite was with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening and he gave Dorothea a smile.
ย ย ย ย โCome on, Iโm sure Elmer and Margarette are waiting for you.โ He said. He held his hand out for her to take but she declined by hugging herself tightly. She did not want to be touched right now. She felt disgusting. If Jack was offended by her rejection, Dorothea noted that he didnโt show it and instead put his hand in his pocket and smiled once again. Dorothea appreciated that more than he would ever know. She kept her arms wrapped around herself even as they walked silently down the hallway toward the kitchen. Everyone had left at this point so the only sound heard was their footsteps against the stone floor.
ย ย ย ย Elmer and Margarette ceased their conversation at the sound of footsteps coming toward the kitchen. Margarette quickly removed her apron and rushed to meet Dorothea at the door before ushering her toward the table in the middle of the room.
ย ย ย ย โSit, miei cari, sit.โ
ย ย ย ย โMargarette, I-Iโm fine, really I am. You neednโt fuss over me,โ Dorotheaโs voice was soft as if she had lost it.
ย ย ย ย โI wonโt hear any of that! You sit down and let me take care of you.โ Margaretteโs voice broke a little at the end of her sentence. She knew what Dorothea was feeling. She had never wanted Dorothea to feel that way.
ย ย ย ย Elmer turned to Jack who had stayed in the doorway and gestured for him to come closer. When Jack was close enough, Elmer laid a heavy hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.
ย ย ย ย โYou did good, boy. You did good. Now, letโs see that hand.โ
ย ย ย ย โOh, no, sir I donโt need-โ
ย ย ย ย โThat was a mean hook you laid on him and I know a thing or two about splittinโ knuckles. Letโs see โem.โ Elmer left no room for argument. Jack raised his right hand so that Elmer could see. His knuckles were red and swollen โ theyโd be bruised tomorrow โ and there was dried blood on the webbing of his fingers. โNot too bad. Go wash your hands and Iโll show you how to bandage them up nice and tight.โ
ย ย ย ย After the two adults had sufficiently fixed up Jack and Dorothea, they sent them off. Margarette, Elmer, and Jack insisted that Jack walk Dorothea back to the lodging house despite her protests that it wasnโt necessary.
ย ย ย ย โMiei cari, He could be waiting for you to leave.โ
And that was all it took for Dorothea to agree. The pair walked for a long time in silence. As they walked, Dorothea kept her arms firmly wrapped around herself. She stared down at the ground and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Jack split his time between looking at Dorothea and looking around to make sure that guy wasnโt lurking around anywhere. He was worried about Dorothea and even more about having to leave her alone.
ย ย ย ย โWill you be alright once you get home?โ He asked.
ย ย ย ย โYes.โ
ย ย ย ย โWhat about tomorrow morning? Donโt you work?โ
ย ย ย ย โYes. Iโm sure it will be fine.โ Dorothea looked up at Jack and smiled. She was flattered that Jack was worrying this much about her. She had been thinking about how quickly he had come into the dressing room to help her. Dorothea had never been so grateful for anyone in her whole life. She furrowed her eyebrows,
ย ย ย ย โHow did you know I needed help?โ
ย ย ย ย โI heard you scream from down the hall. I was coming with Elmer to tell you how great you were tonight but I never got the chance.โ
Dorothea hummed in understanding as she returned her gaze to the ground.
ย ย ย ย โYou did great tonight, by the way.โ He said with a grin. Dorothea couldnโt help the watery laugh that escaped her lips. She didnโt even realize she had started to cry again.
ย ย ย ย โThank you, Jack.โ She said just as they neared the steps of the house. They stopped on the landing and turned to face each other.
ย ย ย ย โOf course! I mean why didnโt you ever tell me you could sing like that-โ
ย ย ย ย โI meant for saving me, you daft boy!โ She rolled her eyes and smiled lightly.
ย ย ย ย โOh, yeah, that,โ Jack scratched the back of his neck with his bandaged hand and tried to suppress the warmth climbing his neck. โI just did what anyone would have done.โ
ย ย ย ย โBut anybody didnโt. You did.โ Dorothea said in a very serious tone. โFor that, I owe you more than you could possibly imagine. You were my hero tonight.โ Dorothea smiled, this time a real one as if she had no control.
ย ย ย ย Jack couldnโt stop his face from flushing so he quickly looked away. โYou donโt owe me anything, Dory.โ He said, finally looking back down at her. She nodded, though they both knew she didnโt believe him, before turning to head inside. โBut if you wanted to keep calling me that,โ She paused to look back at him and he swallowed, โI, um, I wouldnโt complain.โ He shrugged his shoulders, trying to be casual as he pointedly looked everywhere but at Dorothea.
ย ย ย ย Dorothea hummed again. Just before she closed the door she said, โMy hero.โ
ย ย ย ย As the door clicked shut and Jack let out a puff of air, he knew he looked like an idiot standing on her doorstep with the widest grin known to man, and he couldnโt care less.
Hi! Can you write a Jack Dawson x Suicidal Fem!reader. Something where Jack notices that the reader is self harming and helps her stop? Thank you!
hi anon! i haven't really been active on this account so i don't know when you sent this, but sorry for the wait :(
oh and its implied that the reader is out of school and lives w s/o! jack
RAZOR - Jack Dawson x Suicidal Fem!reader
TW: suicidal thoughts, cutting, self harm, don't read if you get triggered easily
word count: 628
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"JACK, CAN YOU PLEASE GET ME A NEW RAZOR?"
You call out to him from your place in the bedroom.
Jack Dawson has been your boyfriend for 7 months now. You two met in a cafe in Paris and hit it off, got to where you are now, living together happily.
Well, not really.
Since you were 15, you've sliced your wrists and upper thighs to relieve some of the pain from the bullying you received on the daily.
Worthless, ugly, unattractive and stupid are just a few of the slurs you were called everyday back in school.
No one knew about what you did, you were very good at hiding it as you had been doing it for years.
Okay well, back to the present now.
"What for? I got you a couple a few weeks back?" Jack asked as he walked into your shared bedroom.
The truth was that your razors were all either covered in your blood, and the ones that weren't, were too blunt to shave or to hurt.
"They're too blunt, they don't take any hair off." You answered, sitting down on the bed.
Jack nodded, he looked a bit out of it. "Huh, I use the same brand though and it works like a dream? I'll go check if i accidentally bought a different brand for you."
You were about to nod but then you remembered that your old and bloody razors were in the bathroom bin, along with the bloody tissues you used.
"Wait-" Jack turned back around. "I- uh- left some of my feminine products on the counter!"
You ran past him into the bathroom. You were thinking on what to do.
If you took the bin bag out and changed it, that would look kind of weird, since Jack changed it this morning, but you couldn't risk Jack finding out. He would think you're crazy!
Jack obviously got impatient as you had been in there for 10 minutes, so he started banging on the bathroom door. "I'm coming in in five seconds."
"5"
'Think think what do I do???' you thought.
"4"
'AHH WHAT DO I DO"
"3"
"2"
You eventually just accepted defeat and realised that Jack was going to find the razors. You could say you cut yourself shaving maybe?
"1, I'm coming in!"
Jack opened the door and saw you sitting down on the floor of the bathroom, leaning against the bathtub.
"Are you alright, angel?" He said, crouching down and pushing some hair away from your face.
'Should I just tell him. I'm going to just show him.'
You pulled up your sleeve and showed Jack your wrist. His eyes widened immensely, and you saw his face go through a series of emotions, finally ending on sadness.
Tears brimmed in his eyes as he ran his finger up and down the various scars and scabs.
Jack looked up to meet you eyes. "Was it me?"
Your eyes widened. "NO! No, it's more of a habit now."
"How long?"
"Since I was 15. I was, uh bullied, and it was kind of like a relief from, well, everything. Over the years it just became a habit, and an escape from everything." You explained, playing with Jack's fingers.
Jack sighed and stood up. He pulled you up with him, cautious of your wrists and thighs.
"We're going to fix this, okay?" He spoke, rubbing the back of your hands. "We're going to stop with the razors okay?"
You nodded tearfully.
"You're also going to come to me if you ever, EVER, feel this bad again, alright?"
You smiled at him in appreciation. "Okay" You whispered.
"You deserve the world! You're gorgeous, funny, a genius and you're better than this. We're going to fight this together, right?"
[Imagine: Jack making you smile in which seemed like forever]
You looked through Jackโs sketchbook, examining his amazing artistry. Some of French Girls nude, and some of hands. One of a father and his daughter.
โYour artistry is quite amazing,โ You complimented, earning you a smile on his face. You turned to the next page, and saw you.
It was a drawing of you, โNow, this oneโs my favorite.โ He says, smiling as he looked at you. Causing you too look at him, wondering why heโd draw someone like you.
All he did was point out every single thing about you on the picture he loved. Not missing a single point. Slowly, causing your heart to swell and a small faint smile forming on your lips.
โThereโs that beautiful smile.โ He said, earning an even bigger smile and you looking away shyly from him.
[a/n: wanted to get something out before tomorrow since I gotta write my essay]
Iโll show you the world ( Jack Dawson x Fem!reader )
Description: Jack falling in love with you while you go in and on about the things you would do if you were a free women from your brother Cal
Warnings: fluff, bad writing.
A/N: I am sooo in love with Jack dawson and there are lack of imagines of him on here so I thought I would make one!! Enjoy!!
You and Jack were walking on the second part of the ship, you were going on and on about how annoying your brother Cal is.
โSometimes I wish I could just break free from my brother sometimes.โ You said as you fiddled with a hat that you had in your hands โhe is constantly on me about finding a suitor and it is annoying!โ
โWell, I could be your suitor.โ Said Jack, you rolled your eyes
โPlease, Cal would never approve of you.โ You said, you looked down at your shoes before looking up, that was until you had an idea in your head.
โWhat are you doing?โ Asked Jack as he was curious as to what you were thinking
You ran to the railing on the boat before standing on the first bottom rail, throwing you hat, as your hair blew free from the updo that it was in
โWhen I get off this ship, I am so going to explore what out there.โ You said โmaybe I could be a actress in Hollywood.โ
Jack laughed as he gazed at you in awe, after spending a day together, there was no doubt that he had feelings for you.
โY/N Hockley!โ
โOh no, I better go.โ You said as you quickly got off the railing, waving bye to Jack before running off to your brother, leaving Jack staring at you dreamingly.
A/n this is my first time writing for Jack! I just watched the titanic for the first time last night and fell in love with him! And this is a massive fic! Itโs taken me ages to get through, but Iโm so proud of it! Also it is not really proof read so sorry for any grammatical errors or if anything doesnโt make sense Iโm working on mobile and itโs been a pretty stressful time in my life but I still wanted to write something! So Iโm so so sorry if it doesnโt make sense or anything! <3
word count: 10k reading time:45 mins
Summary: a toxic father and a rebel daughter who longs to be free, meets a bad influence poor boy who strives for adventure and freedom, what shenanigans shall they get up too, in a doomed to sink ship of dreams Whatโs the worst that could happen?
Warnings: swearing, abuse, abusive family, beatings, smut, drowning, death (the usual)
The crowds of bustling people bidding their goodbyes to friends and families, as they board the large blue white and red boat. The gold lettering on the back of the boat spelling out titanic.
It was almost mocking the people less fortunate then those boarding the boat, families, waving goodbye to anyone and everyone.
Walking through the large crowd, your family remarking about how the boat sits so large on the calm ocean, and magnificent she was from size to length. Your father had decided to treat your family on a vacation to America.
Walking up the large white ramps, the cool blue depths of the everlarge ocean stretches for miles, the sea is almost calm. Welcoming you.
Staring at the ocean in a trance, the sight of the almost ink like sea is strangely comforting.
Jack Dawson has no problem introducing his boyfriend as his husband in front of everybody...And make love to him on the ship's stern under the stars (again)
They may not be able to get married officially, but for Jack, they already are. It was always just him and his sweet boy against the world anyway.
you and me against the world
โซโซโซ jack dawson x male reader
โซโซโซ smut
โซโซโซ content: explicit smut, unprotected and rough sex, p in a, semi-exhibitionism, virginity loss with some aftercare
"you didn't have to introduce me like that, jack." the icy sea breeze gnawned on your flesh as you stepped into the empty shipdeck, blowing like a jet turbine against your ear. everything in the titanic took some getting used to: the occasional shake of the floor, the vastness of the dark ocean from every direction, and the never ending energy from the peopleโ especially the man dragging you closer to the center of the deck.
jack dawson's smirk hasn't faltered ever since he set eyes on you during dinner time. a dinner he wasn't even supposed to be in since he's from the lower decks. "why not?" he retorted. "you are my husband, aren't you pretty boy?"
when jack stole you away from the stuffy dining rooms and plunged you into his scene of overflowing beer and barefoot dancing, he introduced you as his husband. with his large hand on the small of your back, he told outrageous stories about how you both met. in one, he was the artist and you were his muse. in others, you were his lord's son and he was just the gardener.
but the real story is how jack already has you pinned with his weight against a lounge chair sitting at the ship's bow. his lips were motivated by pure hunger, parting your lips with his tongue and exploring the untouched crevices of your mouth. you moaned helplessly, pressing yourself against his body. it overwhelmed you to think about just a few hours ago, you didn't know this kind of kiss existed. and now, it's all you craved.
after a few moments you lost track of, jack pulled away from your kiss-swollen lips. "do you want to do it? here?" he thumbled your cheekbone, his breath frosting in the cruel space between your faces.
you looked into jack's intense eyes that reminded you of the clear waters when you boarded the titanic. he looked sincere in the way he looked back, the way his free hand lingered on your hip. with a hitched breath and all your trust in him, you nodded.
jack first threw off his clothes somewhere on the floor, making sure to kiss you in between. he slowly untied the drawstrings of your dress shirt, slipping them off your shoulders. "so handsome, my love." he trailed kisses from your cheek down to your collarbone, making you moan and grip his blond hair tight.
as soon as your trousers hit the floor, jack lifted your legs to rest on his broad shoulders while he aligned himself beneath you. you took in a sharp breath while you gripped the arm rests, trying to focus on his melting gaze on you. "are you ready, my husband?" he asked.
as soon as you frantically nodded, jack pushed in with a harsh grunt. your back arched away from the seat, a sharp moan escaping your lips while you frantically reached for support on his muscled arms. jack asked you to breathe, soothed your forehead, and before you knew it he was fully sheathed inside you.
jack pushed your legs off his shoulders so he could bend down and connect your lips once more. you focused on the bitter taste of cigarettes made sweet by simply coming from jack, his kisses coming in between earnest thrusts that strained from the withheld strength. "you're alright," jack whispered with his iron grip on your waist. "you're doing so well baby."
your fingers tangled into the threads of his hair as jack's pace quickened, rattling the chair on the hardwood floors of the deck. you moaned and gasped, pleasure coiling into one heat down below. jack's sweat fell on you, his defined abdomen rubbing against your own. your hands remained on his biceps, the only anchor in an overflowing sensation of euphoria and ruin.
jack's hips snapped frantically like a madman. he bit the soft flesh of your upper lip, drawing crimson liquid and a whimper from you. "god i want you so much," he licked the substance off his lips like it were something he has always consumed while you moaned when his head brushed against your prostate. "i could forget everyone and everything i've seen as long as i keep looking at you."
"jack! i think i'mโ" you weren't able to finish the statement when you feel your stiff dick unleash it's pent up pressure on your stomach and jack's.
he smirks above you, thrusting and grunting some more into your sensitive hole before unraveling inside your depths. you felt an intense warmth coat places within you that you just discovered. "you did so well, my husband," jack caught your lower lip between his teeth. "my precious boy."
you pulled him close by the shoulders, unwilling to let him go. "i love you jack." you whispered against his ear.
"i love you too, pretty boy. it's you and me against the world." jack pressed a kiss on your temple. the violent waves crashed against the hull beneath, and the wind began blowing harder once more. but in the silence of the night, all you needed was jack to save you from ever drowning in loneliness again.
woonhak x fem reader. | mini smau โ part 1
in which woonhak is the epitome of a teenage boy and, unfortunately, also your best friend.
tags: bff!woonhak, comedy, attempts at humor, reader is kinda mean lol?? dw she's just teasing, taesan mention, woonhak lowkey just catching strays ๐ญ
warnings: mild cursing, one mention of throwing up
a/n: had to split it into two parts hihi :> hope you enjoy!
tags: @sisakoekiee
ยฉ mirouie ; do not copy, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.
After days apart and one restless night tangled together, you wake up in Leehanโs arms only to realize heโs been awake longer than he pretended and he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
The room was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the air conditioner. You woke up in the middle of the night pressed against Leehanโs body. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist like always, and warmth was already spreading across your skin.
You tried to move a little closer to the edge of the bed, but the moment you shifted, you felt something hard pressing between your thigh and your ass. You froze for a second. When you moved carefully again, he let out a low little whine, almost a sleepy sob, while his hips instinctively pressed closer against you.
A sigh slipped out of you. You already knew exactly what it was.
Slowly, you turned around inside his arms until you were face to face. Leehanโs eyes were still closed, his expression relaxed, hair messy against the pillow. You placed your hands on his cheeks, gently stroking his warm skin.
โDonghyunโฆโ you whispered. โWake up.โ
He didnโt open his eyes, but the corner of his lips curled into a slow, lazy smile. That expression so typical of him, playful and calm at the same time.
โYouโre awake,โ you said, somewhere between amused and softly scolding.
A quiet laugh escaped him, rough from sleep, and finally he opened his eyes. That calm, shining gaze looked at you with affection.
โHow could I not be when you keep moving against me like that?โ he murmured, his voice low and relaxed. His hand slid down your back, pulling you closer without rushing. โYour faultโฆ you spent the whole night clinging to me like you never wanted to let me go.โ
You could feel his hardness against your stomach. Leehan didnโt look embarrassed at all, he just watched you with that deep patience and a slightly mischievous look in his eyes.
โDo you want me to move away?โ he asked, even though his body did the oppositeโa slow, soft roll of his hips that stole your breath.
You shook your head and hid your face in his neck. His smile widened a little before he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.
โThen stay here,โ he whispered against your hair, holding you tighter. โIโm warm tooโฆ but I like sharing it with you.โ
His fingers stroked your back underneath your shirt, slow and comforting, while the night kept passing between soft sighs and lazy kisses. As always, Leehan wasnโt in a hurry. He just wanted to keep you close.
