pairing: seo go-myung x fem!reader (airforce admin assistant/secretary)
wc: 1k
warnings: profanity, kissing, groping, making out, begging (m.), little bit of edging go-myung, handjob (m.), some angst
author's note: pt 2 to this! this one's a bit short but get ready for what else is in store for these two!
āfaster,ā he mutters, your breaths hitting each other's faces from the brutally close proximity. a bead of sweat trickles down the golden skin of his neck. he didnāt have to tell you twice at this point. you just knew.
you knew because your fingers traced over the feeling of hardness, fabric being the only barrier between your hand and go-myungās bare, leaking cock.Ā
ācāmon, that's it, thatās a good girlā the lieutenant throws his head back, trying to appear casual.
as if he could still possibly be the one in control in this situation. not when youāre standing here with your skirt ridden up, his pants unbuckled, palming him over his boxers in an old cleaning closet hidden in the underground floors of the airforce base.Ā
your face grows incredibly hot from the dirty act, even more so when you feel the sensation of soft kisses pressing to the side of your neck, go-myung bringing his body closer to yours and caging you even more against the wall.Ā
instead of listening to his desires, you suddenly halt your hand movements to a slower pace, your stubbornness fighting through even at a moment like this where you didnāt want to give him the idea youād do anything he said.
he whips his head back down to stare into your eyes with agitation, his breathing becoming shallow as heās about to protest before you cut him off.
āyou need to beg like this more often, lieutenant,ā you smirked, breath hitching when he retaliated in response by biting the shell of your ear, earning a satisfying whimper from you, and then turning to shove his lips againstĀ your mouth to knock the stupidity out of your words.Ā
go-myung grabbed your hand and pulled it out of his trousers, ignoring the way he twitched from the loss of contact and instead choosing to give you a taste of your own medicine.Ā
āwhat are you- oh-ā
the lieutenant sinks down to his knees, shoving the fabric of your skirt even higher to kiss the flesh of your thighs covered by nylon stocking material, dangerously close to a sensitive area. your head rolls back and hits the wall behind you, leaving you with a painful headache smothered with arousal and ecstasy from the feeling of lieutenant seoās lips carefully trailing closer to your leaking cunt.Ā
youād never had anyone eat you out before, let alone get this far sexually with any former partner of yours. for some reason, it felt almost natural for the frustrating tension between you and seo go-myung to transcend just resentment, now turning into a series of mind-blowing regretful instances of relieving yourselves through each other.Ā
but you also become alarmed with his sudden actions, realizing this was going much farther than anything youād done together. Breathlessly, you shove go-myung away, wiping the smallest bit of drool from the corners of your mouth and readjusting your skirt back down.
āfuck, what was that for?ā the air traffic controller protests, looking up at you from his dirty knees as he stands to look at you, while you couldnāt bring yourself to stare back at him.Ā
āthatās enough, go-myungā you huffed, having long abandoned addressing him by his military title. ādonāt you have work to get back to?ā you told him, doing the buttons of your blouse in a hurried fashion.
he stills your movements with a grip of his hand, his gaze softening as he asks you.
āhow long are you gonna keep doing this to me?ā frustration peeking through the crack of his voice.Ā
ādo what?ā you bit back, stumbling to reach down and put back on your discarded heels on the floor. As go-myung watches you, he reaches out to casually touch the flesh of your ass peeking out from your skirt before you swat his hand away.Ā
āhow long are we going to continue to grope and make out with each other in storage rooms and elevators, hm?ā he asks, addressing you by your name and not ms.y/l/n anymore.
you sigh dejectedly, thinking back to these past few weeks of hidden touches and stolen glances on the airforce base. of all the times either you or go-myung dragged the other into a supply closet or a washroom stall for a quick make out session and heated touches to intimate parts of your bodies. had they been out of purely just lust? you forced your consciousness to believe so, but a part of that was slipping away, and both of you were starting to realize it.Ā
you longed for each other's presence, not just your bodies.Ā
you hurriedly fix your collar, looking up at a pair of disappointed eyes and a raging boner sticking out of go-myungās pants. its quiet for a moment, the two of you hanging onto the serious question he asked just now.Ā
without thinking much, your thumb swipes against the lieutenant's lips, wiping your lipstick off, and rushing to fix his appearance as well.Ā
go-myung frowns as you ignore his words.
āI hope youāre satisfied, because this will be the last time.ā
go-myung rolls his eyes, letting out a scoff as he watches you open the door to expose the brightly lit but abandoned basement hallway, looking both ways before sparing him one last glance.Ā
ājust admit it. we like each other, y/n. more than just co-workers and definitely more than just enemies that have sex.ā
he turns to face you fully.
āthis isnāt the last and you know itā he confesses.
you stare at go-myungās eyes which contain a sense of sadness you never realized before. you desperately hoped he wouldnāt be right. because if he was, you wouldnāt have any idea what to do.Ā
swallowing back the lump in your throat, you turn and walk back to the office.Ā
pairing: seo go-myung x fem!reader (airforce admin assistant/secretary)
wc: 2.5k
warnings/tags: era accurate values, 1970s!au, profanity, smoking, making out, slight nipple play, kissing, sexual tension but no hardcore smut, reader wears glasses
authors note: recently watched good news and you know I had to write something for hong kyungās character cause I was watching with my mouth open the whole time! if this does well maybe Iāll write a few more continuing onā¦
everybody at some point had heard about the story.Ā
the coverage was brief on south korean news networks and radio stations, but almost everyone and their mothers knew about the incident.Ā
the japanese ride 351 hijacking.
106 passenger civilians briefly landed at gimpo airport because of an aviation error, which turned out to be a part of a covert communist revolutionary mission headed to north korea, that was heroically saved by a japanese deputy minister who sacrificed himself in exchange for the hostage's safety.
the dramatic incident was a huge success story overseas, and inevitably, whatever the japanese press came up with, leftovers flew over into the ears of korean media as well.
so sure, everybody heard about it. but nobody knew the full story.Ā
your co-worker and fellow ROK air force admin assistant leans closer to you across the sea of unfinished paperwork scattered across your desks, puffing her cigarette softly as her rouge stained lips whispered back:
"rumour has it, an airforce officer working at this base was the one who actually saved them."
your eyes widened at her words, grasping the files in your hand closer to your chest that you hadn't put down since she started the thrilling gossip.
at first, you were quick to dismiss her. but now, you leaned in closer to listen.
a figure standing nearby did the same.
"they staged this whole dramatic plan with actors dressed as north korean soldiers, women in these traditional hanboks and painted the airport to look like north korea!"
she laughed, inhaling another puff.
"and the communists fell for it apparently!"
"w-who was it?" you asked in curiosity.
your co-worker merely shrugs back with a light chuckle and sign, putting out her cigarette to get back to the mountain of paperwork.
"who knows? itās just rumours. probably some crazy asshole who wants to take credit."
you stare back at her with an unsettled feeling in your chest, disappointment spreading across your face.
"but if the storyās true, then-"
a stack of papers slam against your desk, cutting your words off as you turn in surprise to see lieutenant seo standing at your desk wearing a stoic expression.
"ms. y/n"
you stared back in silence.Ā
"lieutenant seo" you addressed hesitantly.
"I need these incoming flight plans organized immediately without delay." he states, avoiding your eyes. "bring them to the control room by four pm."
his gaze wavers a bit when he catches a glimpse of your face, before he quickly walks out of the office without any further words.
you blink, stunned by the brief interaction.
a scoff comes from beside.
"a thank you would be nice" your colleague scowled, cursing the disrespectful and predominantly male airforce officers whoād order you two around all day.
being the only women working in communications and technology at the airforce base, let alone within this specific unit, meant you had your fair share of work cut out for you.
without further delay, you picked up the large stack and began checking the data right away.
at five minutes til four, the sounds of your heels clicking against the hallway floors echoed as you rushed down the halls to beat the clock. thankfully, you reached headquarters just in time, where air traffic was being regulated.
despite struggling to catch your breath, you looked around in awe as you entered the dark room of rapcon experts sitting in front of their radar displays, speaking into their headsets and communicating with other pilots and control towers in range.
"ms. y/n" lieutenant's seo's voice cut through the noise, turning to see him sitting at his radar scope with a look of impatience.Ā
you immediately rushed over, handing over the paper work.
"here are the flight plans, sir"Ā
the lieutenant examined it carefully, flipping through the stacks as you stood awaiting his approval. for some reason, this always made your heart beat against your chest, making it hard to take your eyes off him.
his brows furrowed across his undeniably handsome face. seo go-myung you read on his uniform.
the officer finally looks up and turns back to face his display, putting on his headset without any further comments.
"you may leave now."
no praises, no words of gratitude. just straightforwardness.Ā
youād think his cold demeanour would leave you taken aback, but after working for the lieutenant these past two years, youāve learned not to dwell too much on it. with a slight bow, you walk away towards the door, clutching the fabric of your pencil skirt in frustration.
as you press for the elevator down, you can't help but become lost in your thoughts about lieutenant seo.
ever since that man transferred two years ago to this base located just near the outskirts of seoul, not once has he ever shown you a smile or a friendly gesture. sure, you worked in different departments but nonetheless, you also worked closely with one another to manage military aviation. for someone who was only an air traffic controller, a lieutenant at that, you were at your limit with his unnecessarily cold, reserved persona.
when the elevator dinged, you begrudgingly stepped in, lost in your thoughts as you smacked the button down and crossed your arms in a huff, watching the doors close.
you bit down on your lip in pure anger.
in all honesty, fuck lieutenant seo and fuck his stupid paper work! fuck it all!
suddenly, a hand shoots out and stops the metal doors at the very last second, making you jump in surprise as your eyes trailed from an army green sleeve to a familiar face you didn't expect to see so soon.
lieutenant seo stands in front of the doors, failing to keep his breath from running to catch up to you.
"a word." he demands, too comfortably like always.
you test the waters and glare back at him.
"don't you have radar control to get back to?" you say quite boldly, surprising both him and yourself with your condescending tone. it mustāve slipped out so easily from all the curses you were giving him in your mind.
the officer looks back at you with an unflinching expression, ignoring your words and stepping into the elevator to join you.
your body continues to face forward as the doors close shut, arms crossed defensively against your buttoned blouse as lieutenant seo towered over you. annoyingly, the height difference was apparent.Ā
he refused to take his eyes off of you as he leaned against the walls, mimicking your stance.
you peered over, clearing your throat in discomfort at the following silence before letting your arms uncross and hang by your side.
after all, you were only an airforce admin assistant. much lower in ranking compared to the lieutenant.
you break the tension first.
"sāthere something wrong with the paperwork, lieutenant?" you asked, locking eyes.
a neatly styled piece of his dark hair is on the verge of falling out of place as he stares back without a word.
if seo go-myeong decides to stay quiet any longer, you feel as though you may go mad in this tiny metal shaft, preparing to break the awkward silence once more before he beats you to it.
"do you call this work acceptable, ms. y/n?" he states, holding out one of the files you gave him in front of you.Ā
"pardon me?" you reply, thrown off by his words.
the lieutenant shows the audacity to smirk āthat's rightā smirk in your face as he stays on his side of the elevator and retorts back.
"I asked, do you call this file that I'm holding in my hand acceptable work?"
Your gaze hardens, figuring that this may be your final straw.Ā
āif you have a problem with my filing, you can address the error to my face directly.ā you shoot back, watching in pride as the lieutenantās jaw locks at your defiant tone.
was it just you that was becoming hot in this tiny room?
the officer doesnāt say anything back. instead, he retracts the outstretched hand of files, changing the conversation in an entirely different direction this time.
"do you believe it?"
"believe what?" you sighed in exasperation, leaning against the elevator to finally greet him face to face, both on opposite sides now.
ālieutenant, youāre not making any sense-ā
"the plane hijacking hero" he breathes out, staring you down intensely and examining your every expression. ādo you believe it was someone who works at this base?ā
youāre caught off guard by his sudden question. even more so outraged that heās asking that because he clearly eavesdropped on your conversation earlier.
āwhy would I care if it was someone on this base?ā you raised your voice in frustration, slowly starting to lose your cool with every passing second. the room felt suffocating.
go-myungās face falls for a split second, blinking his eyes when he realizes youāre right.
heās been making a complete fool out of himself, just because he canāt let go of that stupid secretive hijacking mission he saved two years ago. the one that left him with an endless stream of deep, bitter regrets and resentments that ate him from the inside out. the one that pushed him over the edge to request a transfer from gimpo to an airforce base in bumfuck nowhere, where heād probably work as an air-traffic controller for the rest of his years until his retirement.Ā
he felt caged, trapped and lost. but more so, he felt embarrassed to have put his anger all out on you like this.Ā
why would you have any clue that he was the real hero?
you watch as lieutenant go-myung stands taller with clarity, clenching his fists from his reckless actions.Ā
ālisten, I-āĀ
you step away from the elevator wall and take a step closer to snatch the files from his hand, reading the flight plan logistics for yourself.Ā
go-myung slowly turns his head to peer at your face, half-covered by the top edge of the papers. your soft eyes traced the details meticulously as your glasses lay on the tip of your nosebridge. he notices your lip bites itself in concentration, just as youāve always done from the times before when heād sneak glances at you from the water cooler, or across the room of office desks and filing cabinets.Ā
in that moment, seo go-myung realizes it all. all he really wanted, apart from that stupid fucking medal of recognition, was you.
you look back at the lieutenant with a blaze set fire in your eyes, shoving the papers in his chest.Ā
āthe fuel and time info for all the fighter jets are correct, I donāt see where-ā
he shuts you up as his lips connect against yours in feverish desire, your yelps drowning through the intense make out session with lieutenant seo. his large hands come to cradle your face gently, his nose pressing against yours, making your glasses shift ever so slightly as he inserts his tongue into your mouth, exploring it as soft moans spill out of you.Ā
the lieutenant presses his body against yours, chest pockets of his dark green uniform brushing against your cotton blouse and bra, making you whimper gently from the layers of fabric causing friction against your sensitive nipples. the feeling was all consuming.
you curse yourself for not pushing him away immediately, but it was like your breath and soul would soon be taken away by his lips.
when his hands travel down, brushing against your clavicle, you shut your eyes further as your sense of dignity rushes back over you.
without hesitation, you push against his chest, and bite down on go-myungās lips. hard.
the airforce officer groans in pain, releasing your body as his fingers come up to brush the blood against his lips.
he stares at the scarlet staining his fingertips before looking back at you, both your chests heaving out of breath.Ā
for a second, all that can be heard in that tiny elevator shaft are the sounds of your breathing. the space between you closing in as your glares shot him down. you try to remember all the hatred you harboured for him in your heart, before suddenly, something stronger washed over your consciousness and dignity.Ā
it was hunger.Ā
as if reading your mind, lieutenant go-myung and you collide back with each other with a greater sense of passion and need, your lips molding back with his own much more comfortably now that youāre reciprocating his level of wanting.Ā
as you fumble against the metal walls, both of your bodies rotate with who pins the other more. this time, heās got you cornered. the air traffic controller revels in the way your back arches against the wall, your breasts jutting themselves out from beneath your blouse and for him to touch, his hands roaming your body as yours run through his neatly styled hair, gripping the strands and messing it up to bring him closer to you, if that was even possible.Ā
āfuck meā go-myung drawls out, becoming weak at your touch, deliriously enjoying the pain of your nails scratching his scalp and gripping his wide shoulders for support.Ā
āw-we, we canāt do this hereā you mewl, your words getting cut off with him trying to take every chance to kiss your lips. he nods, but doesnāt have enough focus to say anything else.Ā
go-myung seems to have forgotten you two were still at the airforce base, both your places of work. if someone were to catch you two, who knows what would happen to your jobs.Ā
when the doors open once again with a soft ding, you slide your tongue out from his mouth, pushing his body away from yours even harder this time, as a loud thud comes from the lieutenantās body meeting metal.
he looks over and thankfully finds no one else waiting for the elevator, the empty floor posing as a risky sign to continue further, before you rub your lips with the palm of your hand and abruptly walk out.
the lieutenant stares back at you, pieces of hair sticking out of your half-up half-down hairdo, lips swollen and smudged, and glasses slightly crooked. you do the same, leaving him in the elevator with the same tousled hairstyle, and a collar that had three buttons undone which he definitely didnāt do himself.Ā
your eyes travelled lower, widening before turning away at the large present hidden in his trousers.Ā
āy/n-ā he begins, trying to explain and talk things out as the doors start to close.Ā
you cover your chest with your hands protectively, shaking your head despite deep down, wanting to reciprocate your desires to lieutenant seo.Ā
ānone of this ever happened,ā you stated firmly, as if saying it out loud would solidify itself in your heart as well.
you watched as the elevator doors closed, leaving you with the sight of a disoriented looking seo go-myung.
because now for the second time in his life, heās had to hear those five stupid words once again.
that go-myung fic was the best thing i ever consumed in my whole life and i felt so happy to finally see a fic of him pls never delete it i need that in my veins i love uou
oh my gosh Iām so glad to hear this bc tbh I wasnāt sure what the reaction would beš„ŗ I hope to write more for him!
pairing: seo go-myung x fem!reader (airforce admin assistant/secretary)
wc: 2.5k
warnings/tags: era accurate values, 1970s!au, profanity, smoking, making out, slight nipple play, kissing, sexual tension but no hardcore smut, reader wears glasses
authors note: recently watched good news and you know I had to write something for hong kyungās character cause I was watching with my mouth open the whole time! if this does well maybe Iāll write a few more continuing onā¦
part 2ā¦
everybody at some point had heard about the story.Ā
the coverage was brief on south korean news networks and radio stations, but almost everyone and their mothers knew about the incident.Ā
the japanese ride 351 hijacking.
106 passenger civilians briefly landed at gimpo airport because of an aviation error, which turned out to be a part of a covert communist revolutionary mission headed to north korea, that was heroically saved by a japanese deputy minister who sacrificed himself in exchange for the hostage's safety.
the dramatic incident was a huge success story overseas, and inevitably, whatever the japanese press came up with, leftovers flew over into the ears of korean media as well.
so sure, everybody heard about it. but nobody knew the full story.Ā
your co-worker and fellow ROK air force admin assistant leans closer to you across the sea of unfinished paperwork scattered across your desks, puffing her cigarette softly as her rouge stained lips whispered back:
"rumour has it, an airforce officer working at this base was the one who actually saved them."
your eyes widened at her words, grasping the files in your hand closer to your chest that you hadn't put down since she started the thrilling gossip.
at first, you were quick to dismiss her. but now, you leaned in closer to listen.
a figure standing nearby did the same.
"they staged this whole dramatic plan with actors dressed as north korean soldiers, women in these traditional hanboks and painted the airport to look like north korea!"
she laughed, inhaling another puff.
"and the communists fell for it apparently!"
"w-who was it?" you asked in curiosity.
your co-worker merely shrugs back with a light chuckle and sign, putting out her cigarette to get back to the mountain of paperwork.
"who knows? itās just rumours. probably some crazy asshole who wants to take credit."
you stare back at her with an unsettled feeling in your chest, disappointment spreading across your face.
"but if the storyās true, then-"
a stack of papers slam against your desk, cutting your words off as you turn in surprise to see lieutenant seo standing at your desk wearing a stoic expression.
"ms. y/n"
you stared back in silence.Ā
"lieutenant seo" you addressed hesitantly.
"I need these incoming flight plans organized immediately without delay." he states, avoiding your eyes. "bring them to the control room by four pm."
his gaze wavers a bit when he catches a glimpse of your face, before he quickly walks out of the office without any further words.
you blink, stunned by the brief interaction.
a scoff comes from beside.
"a thank you would be nice" your colleague scowled, cursing the disrespectful and predominantly male airforce officers whoād order you two around all day.
being the only women working in communications and technology at the airforce base, let alone within this specific unit, meant you had your fair share of work cut out for you.
without further delay, you picked up the large stack and began checking the data right away.
at five minutes til four, the sounds of your heels clicking against the hallway floors echoed as you rushed down the halls to beat the clock. thankfully, you reached headquarters just in time, where air traffic was being regulated.
despite struggling to catch your breath, you looked around in awe as you entered the dark room of rapcon experts sitting in front of their radar displays, speaking into their headsets and communicating with other pilots and control towers in range.
"ms. y/n" lieutenant's seo's voice cut through the noise, turning to see him sitting at his radar scope with a look of impatience.Ā
you immediately rushed over, handing over the paper work.
"here are the flight plans, sir"Ā
the lieutenant examined it carefully, flipping through the stacks as you stood awaiting his approval. for some reason, this always made your heart beat against your chest, making it hard to take your eyes off him.
his brows furrowed across his undeniably handsome face. seo go-myung you read on his uniform.
the officer finally looks up and turns back to face his display, putting on his headset without any further comments.
"you may leave now."
no praises, no words of gratitude. just straightforwardness.Ā
youād think his cold demeanour would leave you taken aback, but after working for the lieutenant these past two years, youāve learned not to dwell too much on it. with a slight bow, you walk away towards the door, clutching the fabric of your pencil skirt in frustration.
as you press for the elevator down, you can't help but become lost in your thoughts about lieutenant seo.
ever since that man transferred two years ago to this base located just near the outskirts of seoul, not once has he ever shown you a smile or a friendly gesture. sure, you worked in different departments but nonetheless, you also worked closely with one another to manage military aviation. for someone who was only an air traffic controller, a lieutenant at that, you were at your limit with his unnecessarily cold, reserved persona.
when the elevator dinged, you begrudgingly stepped in, lost in your thoughts as you smacked the button down and crossed your arms in a huff, watching the doors close.
you bit down on your lip in pure anger.
in all honesty, fuck lieutenant seo and fuck his stupid paper work! fuck it all!
suddenly, a hand shoots out and stops the metal doors at the very last second, making you jump in surprise as your eyes trailed from an army green sleeve to a familiar face you didn't expect to see so soon.
lieutenant seo stands in front of the doors, failing to keep his breath from running to catch up to you.
"a word." he demands, too comfortably like always.
you test the waters and glare back at him.
"don't you have radar control to get back to?" you say quite boldly, surprising both him and yourself with your condescending tone. it mustāve slipped out so easily from all the curses you were giving him in your mind.
the officer looks back at you with an unflinching expression, ignoring your words and stepping into the elevator to join you.
your body continues to face forward as the doors close shut, arms crossed defensively against your buttoned blouse as lieutenant seo towered over you. annoyingly, the height difference was apparent.Ā
he refused to take his eyes off of you as he leaned against the walls, mimicking your stance.
you peered over, clearing your throat in discomfort at the following silence before letting your arms uncross and hang by your side.
after all, you were only an airforce admin assistant. much lower in ranking compared to the lieutenant.
you break the tension first.
"sāthere something wrong with the paperwork, lieutenant?" you asked, locking eyes.
a neatly styled piece of his dark hair is on the verge of falling out of place as he stares back without a word.
if seo go-myeong decides to stay quiet any longer, you feel as though you may go mad in this tiny metal shaft, preparing to break the awkward silence once more before he beats you to it.
"do you call this work acceptable, ms. y/n?" he states, holding out one of the files you gave him in front of you.Ā
"pardon me?" you reply, thrown off by his words.
the lieutenant shows the audacity to smirk āthat's rightā smirk in your face as he stays on his side of the elevator and retorts back.
"I asked, do you call this file that I'm holding in my hand acceptable work?"
Your gaze hardens, figuring that this may be your final straw.Ā
āif you have a problem with my filing, you can address the error to my face directly.ā you shoot back, watching in pride as the lieutenantās jaw locks at your defiant tone.
was it just you that was becoming hot in this tiny room?
the officer doesnāt say anything back. instead, he retracts the outstretched hand of files, changing the conversation in an entirely different direction this time.
"do you believe it?"
"believe what?" you sighed in exasperation, leaning against the elevator to finally greet him face to face, both on opposite sides now.
ālieutenant, youāre not making any sense-ā
"the plane hijacking hero" he breathes out, staring you down intensely and examining your every expression. ādo you believe it was someone who works at this base?ā
youāre caught off guard by his sudden question. even more so outraged that heās asking that because he clearly eavesdropped on your conversation earlier.
āwhy would I care if it was someone on this base?ā you raised your voice in frustration, slowly starting to lose your cool with every passing second. the room felt suffocating.
go-myungās face falls for a split second, blinking his eyes when he realizes youāre right.
heās been making a complete fool out of himself, just because he canāt let go of that stupid secretive hijacking mission he saved two years ago. the one that left him with an endless stream of deep, bitter regrets and resentments that ate him from the inside out. the one that pushed him over the edge to request a transfer from gimpo to an airforce base in bumfuck nowhere, where heād probably work as an air-traffic controller for the rest of his years until his retirement.Ā
he felt caged, trapped and lost. but more so, he felt embarrassed to have put his anger all out on you like this.Ā
why would you have any clue that he was the real hero?
you watch as lieutenant go-myung stands taller with clarity, clenching his fists from his reckless actions.Ā
ālisten, I-āĀ
you step away from the elevator wall and take a step closer to snatch the files from his hand, reading the flight plan logistics for yourself.Ā
go-myung slowly turns his head to peer at your face, half-covered by the top edge of the papers. your soft eyes traced the details meticulously as your glasses lay on the tip of your nosebridge. he notices your lip bites itself in concentration, just as youāve always done from the times before when heād sneak glances at you from the water cooler, or across the room of office desks and filing cabinets.Ā
in that moment, seo go-myung realizes it all. all he really wanted, apart from that stupid fucking medal of recognition, was you.
you look back at the lieutenant with a blaze set fire in your eyes, shoving the papers in his chest.Ā
āthe fuel and time info for all the fighter jets are correct, I donāt see where-ā
he shuts you up as his lips connect against yours in feverish desire, your yelps drowning through the intense make out session with lieutenant seo. his large hands come to cradle your face gently, his nose pressing against yours, making your glasses shift ever so slightly as he inserts his tongue into your mouth, exploring it as soft moans spill out of you.Ā
the lieutenant presses his body against yours, chest pockets of his dark green uniform brushing against your cotton blouse and bra, making you whimper gently from the layers of fabric causing friction against your sensitive nipples. the feeling was all consuming.
you curse yourself for not pushing him away immediately, but it was like your breath and soul would soon be taken away by his lips.
when his hands travel down, brushing against your clavicle, you shut your eyes further as your sense of dignity rushes back over you.
without hesitation, you push against his chest, and bite down on go-myungās lips. hard.
the airforce officer groans in pain, releasing your body as his fingers come up to brush the blood against his lips.
he stares at the scarlet staining his fingertips before looking back at you, both your chests heaving out of breath.Ā
for a second, all that can be heard in that tiny elevator shaft are the sounds of your breathing. the space between you closing in as your glares shot him down. you try to remember all the hatred you harboured for him in your heart, before suddenly, something stronger washed over your consciousness and dignity.Ā
it was hunger.Ā
as if reading your mind, lieutenant go-myung and you collide back with each other with a greater sense of passion and need, your lips molding back with his own much more comfortably now that youāre reciprocating his level of wanting.Ā
as you fumble against the metal walls, both of your bodies rotate with who pins the other more. this time, heās got you cornered. the air traffic controller revels in the way your back arches against the wall, your breasts jutting themselves out from beneath your blouse and for him to touch, his hands roaming your body as yours run through his neatly styled hair, gripping the strands and messing it up to bring him closer to you, if that was even possible.Ā
āfuck meā go-myung drawls out, becoming weak at your touch, deliriously enjoying the pain of your nails scratching his scalp and gripping his wide shoulders for support.Ā
āw-we, we canāt do this hereā you mewl, your words getting cut off with him trying to take every chance to kiss your lips. he nods, but doesnāt have enough focus to say anything else.Ā
go-myung seems to have forgotten you two were still at the airforce base, both your places of work. if someone were to catch you two, who knows what would happen to your jobs.Ā
when the doors open once again with a soft ding, you slide your tongue out from his mouth, pushing his body away from yours even harder this time, as a loud thud comes from the lieutenantās body meeting metal.
he looks over and thankfully finds no one else waiting for the elevator, the empty floor posing as a risky sign to continue further, before you rub your lips with the palm of your hand and abruptly walk out.
the lieutenant stares back at you, pieces of hair sticking out of your half-up half-down hairdo, lips swollen and smudged, and glasses slightly crooked. you do the same, leaving him in the elevator with the same tousled hairstyle, and a collar that had three buttons undone which he definitely didnāt do himself.Ā
your eyes travelled lower, widening before turning away at the large present hidden in his trousers.Ā
āy/n-ā he begins, trying to explain and talk things out as the doors start to close.Ā
you cover your chest with your hands protectively, shaking your head despite deep down, wanting to reciprocate your desires to lieutenant seo.Ā
ānone of this ever happened,ā you stated firmly, as if saying it out loud would solidify itself in your heart as well.
you watched as the elevator doors closed, leaving you with the sight of a disoriented looking seo go-myung.
because now for the second time in his life, heās had to hear those five stupid words once again.
He had a cigarette between his lips, one of his hands holding the newspaper as he read the recent news on the front page while the other hand had held your hair away from your face while you sucked him off.
Every so often you would look up to see his eyes glued to the paper, not even caring to look at you. If your pace was too slow or too fast for him, heād use your hair to guide you. The room was quiet other than the sounds of the newspaper pages being flipped, Thomas clearing his throat, and your gags against his cock.
āKeep your head down.ā He tells you in a calm tone as he places the newspaper down on the table next to him and removed the cigarette from his mouth and tapped it lightly so the ash on the bud fell into the ash tray.
He used his hand to guide your head back up and down as he brought the cigarette back to his lips. Yeah, this is definitely something he enjoyed doing.
LEGEND. ā„ ā my personal fav! ā· ā includes suggestive/mature content! must proceed with caution!
BRADLEY BRADSHAW
ā„ Karaoke Friday written by @geminiwritten | you're a bartender at the hard deck with a huge crush on rooster, and rooster (very cheesily) uses karaoke friday to confess his own feelings to you
ā¤· you might as well check this out! Punishment | after performing an impressive but reckless stunt in front of an admiral, you're sent to be babysat by maverick under the cover of a 'tactical training specialist' which means no one can know just how legendary you are... but hangman isn't playing nice and rooster is too nice to ignore
Sleep Clothes written by @fandomlit | a power outage allows rooster (and unfortunately, the other men on base) to see you in your sleep clothes.
JAKE SERESIN
ā„ Cowboy written by @geminiwritten | the squad are sick of you and hangman pining for each other, so they set you up with a cowboy hat rule - 'you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy'
ā· Adult Education written by @roosterforme | Jake ends up sitting in on a college physics lecture purely by accident. But since when is he like Bradshaw, getting turned on by math and college classrooms?
ā¤· you might as well check this out! Sneak Peek | You spent so much time around the boys, they counted you as one of them. You were firmly stuck in the friend zone with Jake, so it was time to move on with a guy who could see past your flight suits. It's not immediately obvious to either of you that cranky Jake is actually jealous Jake.
ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD
ā„ ā· The Plan written by @geminiwritten | the squad are all pretty sure that bob has a thing for you, but you're not convinced, so you hatch a plan to tease him within an inch of his life until he snaps.
12:29 AM written by @dearsnow | your normally sober husband comes home drunk out of his mind after a party, and you can't say that he's any less sweet.
ā· Four Eyes written by @promisingyounglady | asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.
ā· Explicitly Yours written by @roosterforme | When Bob met you, he fell for you hard and fast. He thought you might be his perfect match, the one that would make his days feel full instead of lonely. He never would have dreamed you had a secret. But secrets known to be revealed at the most inconvenient of times, and Bob's surprised hesitation could cost him the thing he wants most.
ā¤· you might wanna check this one out too! I need a minute
Winner Takes All written by @totallynotashieldagent | Reader is at the base to write an article, everyone's betting if Bob would get a kiss. The squad doesn't know they're already married.
ā„ Drunk on You written by @the-shedevil-writes | Bob rarely drinks. But after losing a bet with Phoenix, he ends up downing five drinks of her choiceānone of them realizing just how absurdly strong they are. Leaving you to take care of your sweet and very drunken boyfriend as he fights for his life.
RHETT ABBOTT
ā· The Trouble With Books written by @hederasgarden | You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.
ROBERT "BOB" REYNOLDS
ā„ The complete knock written by @sunsburns | you're only here to try and understand why bucky's suddenly gone off the rails and joined a new team, leaving you, sam and joaquin in radio silence. the last thing you expected was to find comfort in a stranger. a kind stranger named bob.
ā¤· and it comes with a sequel! The complete knock (ii) | joaquĆn convinced you to stay in new york as a chance to regroup... and maybe look into who the hell this bob guy is. and just when things could not get any worse, john walker finds you both under the ruse of wanting to talk.
ā· So High School written by @pagesfromthevoid
ā· Cherry Waves written by @em1i2a3 | You've been sick for a few days, so while the rest of the team goes out to do a recon mission, you're on your own watching over Bob. One morning he comes to your room with a weird request.
Hands to Yourself written by @callsign-fox
.š„ Ż Ė. i've had this sitting in my drafts for a while, but I thought it might be helpful for anyone interested to share my little list. For the writers whose works Iāve mentioned ā I truly respect your talent. If youād prefer this not be included here, please let me know and Iāll remove it right away. Just want to highlight how amazing you are .š„ Ż Ė
how the human torch spends his days off, in a makeshift tent in his garden surrounded by his little girl who looks up at him with her big beautiful eyes and a bag of marshmallows in the early hours of the morning- god, you've trained her well.
human torch! girl dad! husband! johnny storm x fem! reader
themes: fluff, domesticated johnny storm ( i fear that should be a warning ) campfire (at home)
masterlist.
its a smack of fairy wings to his face as he pulls his little girl closer to him.
she had woken him up an hour earlier than your alarm was set for and when he felt little fists tug at his hair and a small body slung on top of him, he was up in an instant. he had tried to settle her down, walk her around like he did when she was a baby, show her little flame tricks but as she bordered into toddler territory- johnny's powers had become less of a marvel and a distraction and more of a utilisation for her games. and that's how he ends up here in a makeshift tent with her blanket sprawled across a washing line, your favourite plant pots holding it down as johnny lies on the ground, trying to fall back to sleep.
he gets a few seconds of it, the breeze tickling his bare skin- his menace of a daughter (affectionately) hadn't even given him time to put a shirt on before demanding to play her favourite game- fairies have tea. which meant obviously, johnny had to wear his own pair to even be allowed entry to the fort he had built himself. he's fought aliens, travelled to space and universes, seen it all, done it all, but every single day with his own little family was a far tougher adventure- and he loved every single second of it.
she swats his knee and its his cue to sit up, sleepy time is clearly over and she means straight business. she shuffles herself into his space and he draws out his arms to make room for her on him. she sits just on his lap as his hands wrap firmly on her little waist to secure her- the edges of the wings just hitting his jaw but johnny knows it's futile trying to wrestle her out of them- he's tried before many times and has only ever been met with her ear-piercing screams- she's certainly taken after her father with her loud confidence. his fingers come through her blonde locks that reach just past her ears and he smiles to himself. he's always wanted a child of his own and you had gifted him the greatest blessing in the universe.
"daddy," and it's too confident to be a whine, more so a direct order as she holds her little teacup that takes up all the room in her hands where her milk has gone almost cold ready for johnny to heat it up. he grins, does it so much without a fuss because he knows she's picked up this little habit from watching you do the same every morning.
"okay, princess. what's on the menu today?" he lowers his voice, a softer tone reserved only for moments with you and her- but for her specifically, its a little slower to give her the chance to pace her. there's a wrinkle in her brow as she assesses her little play table and just shakes her head.
"just tea," she nods and sips her milk. johnny ignores the growing hunger settling into his stomach and takes a sip when she forcefully shoves her teacup into his direction. he isn't even sure it's clean- he has no idea where she's dumped it, if it was left out last night, where she even got the milk from but he takes a sip and then takes the cup from her hands. he's met with a whine but he'd rather her cry than plain die from poisoning.
"hey, hey, hey," he soothes, "come on, babydoll. you don't want to wake mommy right?" he tries to be stern, put his serious dad face on but the pout of her lips makes him want to fold instantly. she sniffles but nods and mumbles an "okay" which in turn makes him sigh in relief: god, that's the first win of the day. please, let me have some more, he prays.
"how about," he hums gently, "we go back inside and daddy makes us some breakfast?" its an enticing idea, mainly for him because he's damn near starving, but also he'd like to get it ready for when you get up too. she looks like she's thinking on it, biting her lip down he's sure she's going to give herself a bruise so he separates her lips with his fingers shakes his head, "don't do that," he murmurs, placing a kiss to her head and rocking her in his arms.
when she was younger and restless (more restless), johnny used to heat himself like a weighted blanket, rock her against his bare chest like he's doing now and the wrap of heat used to lull her to sleep instantly. it was his best trick in the book, but as she grew bigger and so did that brain of hers, it's like she knew her dad was playing a game and she wanted to be better than him at. so she'd pretend to fall asleep and just when johnny thought he had her, she'd widen her eyes awake with that infamous johnny storm smirk; a carbon copy of her dad. johnny had never been able to live that down.
but now, it seems like he's wearing her down slowly, her tiny body slumps in his as he bares all her weight. "daddy?" she mumbles and he brushes the hair sticking to her forehead out of the way, scratching her scalp in the way she really likes- kind of like how you'd stroke a cat.
"yes, my darling?" he hums right back without skipping a beat. she looks up at him lazily, ready to bargain.
"you can make breakfast but if you let me have a treat," and the glint is her eyes is pure mischief. he knows you've been strict on her sugar intake at breakfast times, worried she'll have an energy spike and crash out before midday- snacks during the day fine, but on an empty stomach? johnny can't help but thinks his little monster is trying to get him in trouble on purpose.
"fine," its a torturous decision but he really just wants to get breakfast going for you- you're due to wake up in the next half an hour. so she jumps up with pure glee and it makes johnny's heart burn with happiness and she grabs his little finger in her whole hand, dragging him the direction of the kitchen.
"up," she pleads, and he shoots her a look, "please?" she adds, "pretty please?" she ammends and johnny nods in confirmation.
"that's my girl, don't forget those manners ever, okay?"
"yes, daddy," she nods.
and johnny places his tiny twin on his shoulders, her little legs dangling from her necks as she points in the direction of the highest cupboard where you've hidden all the treats. her little fingers grip the knob, snatch the bag of marshmallows and johnny takes them from her hold instantly to do damage control but also because she's not very good at balancing. and its obvious in the ways he has to bite back a scream and wince when she tugs his hair for stability.
this and the stress? johnny storm is going to start balding.
he swiftly drops her down to the kitchen counter and opens the bag of marshmallows, the cupboards rustle and shake in search of a skewer which he holds up as a trophy and his mini me cheers esctatically, little fists pumping in the air. god, the ego his child has given him needs to be scientifically studied.
"daddy, make the fire! flame on!" she bubbles and he feels pride burst through him at the first flame. johnny fizzles the marshmallow, roasting it and hands it to his daughter which she takes with great appreciation, "thank you thank you thank you !!" she bubbles and johnny rolls his eyes playfully,
"and there we go, those wonderful manners again," he beams and with her occupied with a gooey sticky mess, johnny can finally get started on breakfast. it's lightning quick and he makes really good work of some toast, eggs, rashers and hashbrowns- a whole spread. and the entire time, his baby girl just sat there quietly, patiently, waiting for another marshmallow.
he rewards her with another one, "good girl," he whispers and ruffles her hair before he sets the table. he can hear your alarm go off and the shuffling of footsteps in your room above him and he decides its time to hide the secrets of their sunrise sugar rush. the marshmallow bag makes its way back into the cupboard, the skewer and her grubby little fingers washed and johnny carries his girl back out the garden fort like nothings happened.
"remember," he reminds her, "what don't we do?"
"throw the slugs?" she answers with great confidence and he pulls his head back in confusion.
"what? i mean yeah, we don't throw slugs but we don't tell ..." and he trails off letting her finish with a small "mommy!" and he highfives her, "i miss mommy," she finishes and johnny laughs, he gets it. he really does. you last saw her 45 minutes ago but it feels like a lifetime away.
she slumps her little head against his firm chest and johnny doesn't even wince at her little saliva that trickles- he's seen way worse and had way worse done to him by his little monster. but with her cheek smushes and her breaths slowing, a grin presses to johnny's face, "daddy?" comes her slowed call.
"yes, princess?- sorry, queen of the fairies," he ammends, seeing her little smile grow as a giggle leaves her.
"can we go sleep now?" she asks and he carefully takes her plastic wings off her back and lies her down on the blanketed ground.
"of course we can," he kisses her temple and she burrows herself into his hold and into the heat, just like when she was younger and johnny's heart soars. it doesn't take long for him to fall back to sleep either; identical little snores taking up the garden air of your home and they're both long far gone to hear your calls.
"johnny? darling?" you call out in confusion. you eat your breakfast alone which was incredibly unusual but as you pad your barefeet out into the open garden door you pause, there sleeps a gigantic shirtless fairy and matching little blonde locks tucked up against him.
it's scary how alike they are, how much love and light theyve taken up in your heart and you don't need to be close enough to feel the heat; you can just melt at the sight of it. you gingerly paddle towards them, entering the fort like its a sacred spot and johnny stirs at the noise.
"hey baby," his voice is gruff, husky with sleep and you kiss his lips gently, he makes room for you in an instant. he holds you and you hold your magnetic babygirl who at her mothers touch, lets out a little sigh and curls in closer, reaching out to grab onto your hair around her little fists.
"i made you breakfast," he mumbles and you thank him quietly, careful not to wake the little creature tucked under your chin,
"i made daddy make the fire," comes a tiny breath and you laugh, a slow grin taking over johnny's face.
"is that so, my little darling," you coo and she lifts her head once and then drops it immediately out like a light.
"if the world knew what the human torch gets up to these days," you click your tongue and johnny still with his eyes closed pinches your side in a tease.
"i am saving my world," he emphasises and just like his carbon copy of a daughter, he's gone in an instant.
riya saying hi: hi !! š„ŗš thank you so much for all the love on the johnny fics so far you guys are truly incredible! the amount of love i woke up to this morning has me in tears! thank you, thank you, thank you! here's some girl dad! domesticated johnny that i dreamt about last night and god, i hope you like it and have a lovely day wherever this finds you, see you soon! šš
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! š„ŗš
Summary: You joke about never having a fun birthday. Bob makes it his mission to change thatāwith a donut, a paper crown, and you in his lap.
SUGAR, SPICE & SMUT MASTERLIST
āYouāve never had a fun birthday?ā
Bobās voice goes soft with disbelief, the kind that makes you feel seen in a way you donāt always expect. You glance up from your drink, shoulder brushing his as you lean back on his porch swing, the late summer night humming around you.
You shrug. āI mean, it was alwaysā¦ fine. Just not memorable. No cake fights, no surprise parties. Just candles on a grocery store cake, maybe a gift card from an aunt who thinks Iām still into unicorns.ā
Bob tilts his head. āAre you not?ā
You laugh. āOnly ironically.ā
Heās quiet for a second, then you feel his knuckle nudge under your chin, turning your head to look at him. āThatās criminal. Someone shouldāve made you feel like the birthday queen.ā
You tease, āWhat, you gonna arrest my childhood?ā
āI might. For emotional neglect.ā His smile spreads, big and bright like always, but thereās something sharper behind it. A thought forming. āSo youāve never had the whole packageālike, confetti, chaos, terrible singing, and a party crown?ā
āNope.ā
He leans in, whispering like heās got a secret plan. āNot even a donut with a candle shoved in it?ā
āIs that a Texas thing?ā
āItās a Bob thing.ā
You roll your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. āI think Iād like a Bob birthday. But only if it includes you in a party hat.ā
He makes a dramatic show of putting his hand over his heart. āIt would be my honor, sugar.ā
ā
You donāt think much of it after that. You kiss him goodbye a little before midnight, tease him about his stupidly pretty dimples, and drive home with your windows down.
But the next evening, you get a text that says:
š» āNeed you in the passenger seat, birthday girl. Donāt ask questions. Wear something you can straddle me in.ā
Your jaw drops.
āWhat the fuck, Bob.ā
And yetā¦ twenty minutes later, youāre doing exactly what he asked, stepping out into the soft blue twilight in a skirt you never wear, heart doing somersaults in your chest.
Heās parked down the street in his pickup truck, leaning against the driverās side door in a faded tee and jeans, holding something behind his back. When he sees you, he lights up.
āHi, sweetheart.ā
āWhat are youāā
Before you can finish, he pulls out a crumpled pink paper crown and gently places it on your head.
āHappy unofficial birthday.ā
You gape at him, laughter bubbling in your throat. āYouāre joking.ā
āI never joke about birthdays.ā Then he opens the truck door like a goddamn gentleman, and inside you see the glitteriest donut youāve ever laid eyes on, sitting on a napkin with a single candle jammed in the middle.
You burst into laughter. āBobāā
āMake a wish,ā he says, climbing into the backseat and patting his lap. āAnd blow real hard.ā
You stare at him. āYouāre not serious.ā
āIām so serious.ā His eyes glint. āCāmon, birthday girl. Get up here. Weāre doinā this chaos-style.ā
You laugh as you climb in, straddling him in the backseat, the leather warm from the sun and your knees bracketing his hips. The crown slides down your forehead, and he pushes it back up, grinning like youāre the best thing heās ever seen.
āYouāre ridiculous.ā
He presses a kiss to your collarbone. āAnd youāre radiant.ā
You glance down at the donut, the candle flickering between you two.
āWhat do I wish for?ā
Bob tilts his head, voice low and smooth. āWish for me to fuck you until you forget your name.ā
Heat flares under your skin.
āYouāre supposed to be sweet.ā
āI am sweet. Iām the funfetti and the frosting, baby. Now blow.ā
You blow the candle out, watching the flame curl into nothingāand Bob pulls you in for a kiss that starts gentle, but turns deep fast. His hands grip your thighs like they belong to him, thumbs tracing your skin as your mouths slide together, needy and slow.
āFuck,ā he whispers against your lips. āYouāre all I wanted this year. This is my gift.ā
You roll your hips, feeling the hard press of him beneath you. āI thought this was my birthday.ā
He grins. āOh, sugar. Every thrust is a present.ā
You laugh into his mouth. āThen stop talking and give me my gifts.ā
His fingers hook under your panties, dragging them down. You donāt even bother being shyāheās already seen every part of you, tasted them too. But something about the cramped space, the ridiculous crown still on your head, makes it hotter. More urgent.
Bob kisses down your chest, pulling your top down to mouth at your nipples, moaning against your skin like you taste like sugar. āGonna make you so messy, sweetheart.ā
Your hands thread into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. āThen get messy.ā
He doesnāt hesitate. His hands lift you enough to pull his jeans down, and you gasp when his cock springs freeāhard, flushed, and already leaking for you.
āYouāre really gonna fuck me in your truck?ā
āIām gonna make you scream my name so loud we fog up the damn windows.ā He grins. āBirthday suits only.ā
You help him tug your top off, throw your panties somewhere in the footwell. Then you sink down onto him slowly, both of you moaning like itās the first time all over again.
āJesus,ā he groans. āTightest fuckinā gift I ever got.ā
You rock your hips, nails dragging down his shoulders. āAnd you didnāt even have to unwrap me.ā
He thrusts up, hard and sudden, and you whimper.
āUnwrappingās my favorite part,ā he says, breath hot in your ear. āBut fuck if you donāt ride like you were made for this.ā
You move in rhythm, the truck creaking beneath you, every bounce making you wetter, tighter, needier.
He holds your hips like a man on a mission, fingers digging in as he thrusts up to meet you, each snap of his hips pulling a cry from your throat.
āSing for me,ā he pants. āWanna hear how much you love your birthday.ā
āB-Bobāā
He grabs your face, eyes locked on yours. āSay it.ā
āIāfuckāI love it.ā
He grins, cock twitching inside you. āDamn right.ā
Then, like heās been planning it all along, he starts to sing.
šµ āHappy birthday to youā¦ā šµ
You gasp. āYouāre notāā
šµ āHappy birthday to youā¦ā šµ
His hips never stop. Youāre laughing, crying, clenching down on him as he pounds up into you, voice smooth and filthy and full of love.
You come with a strangled moan, body shaking in his lap, the crown falling off as your vision whites out. Bob holds you through it, voice soft now, whispering praises as you ride it out.
āThere you go, baby. Thatās it. Thatās my girl.ā
You barely register the warmth flooding you seconds laterāhis mouth dropping open, arms tight around you as he spills inside you with a groan.
Silence, then your shaky laugh fills the truck.
āThat was the most chaotic, wonderful birthday Iāve ever had.ā
He kisses your temple. āOnly the best for my funfetti queen.ā
You curl against him, sweaty and grinning, tangled in his arms as the candle flickers out beside you.
a/n note: I have one of these idea dumps for almost every character Iāve already written about so comment if youād like me to release some more from the dust covered pages of my notes app!
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lieutenant jake seresin whoās kisses taste like beach water and the Fourth of July, pressing into your soft cheeks when he returns back home from another mission.
adores the heck out of his girl when he sits back against the bed, arms behind his head, admiring how good you fuck yourself on his cock. he smiles so much, youād slap him across the cheek lightly and he would groan, not from the impact but from his dick hardening even more
jake seresin who shows off those muscular arms of his every time he drives you in his truck, sleeves rolled up to reveal tan golden skin. You have to roll your eyes, hiding back a grin when he catches you staring.
Makes you paranoid while hanging around the house because you never know when a palm is gonna smack down on your unsuspecting ass cheeks. itās not even funny the amount of times youāve yelped in surprise at the stinging sensation of jake taking a smack at your ass, followed with a shit-eating grin and smirk
āWait I didnāt get a handful this time, can I try again?ā
That statement just makes him get the book you were reading, slapped harshly on his arm.
fucks you like he means it. does not half ass anything. He can be mean when he presses into your mound, piercing his cock through until the base slaps against your wet clit and has you moaning in heat. Loves looking at the view from above, an ankle in one hand as the other grips your hip while he coos at you to ālet him in more, sugarā
your boyfriend jake who steals the hearts of every female family member in your household, having an especially strong chokehold on your grandma who fawns over all six feet of southern goodness and pure gentleman manners once you bring him to the family barbecue. Your little cousins blush and hide themselves behind their momās, as they be gushing over all his stories of being a naval aviator
Halfway through dessert your grandma leans over and whispers loudly in your ear
āI like him a lot, darlingā
Jake just continues digging through his jello salad, smiling as he pretends he didnāt hear.
Heāll sneak into the shower with you every time he walks through the front door after work and hear the water running. Youāve gotten used to having your back bump against a hairy, solid wall of warmth as arms wrap around to massage the soap suds on your breasts, humming with joy. āSo how was your day, sweetheart?ā
Has pretty much had you up against every surface of your house, from the dining room table to the kitchen floors ā which you wonāt tell much about except that you were naked, covered in cherry jam, and on your knees recieving jakeās frosting by the end. Who knew the guy had a kink for Betty Crocker.
lieutenant jake who drives home with your favourite foods when he hears you all upset on the phone earlier that day cause your period started and the man in front of you cut in line for your coffee.
He wonāt say anything about the food once he gets home, will just quietly untie the plastic takeout bags and plate the dishes as he catches you standing nearby with a thankful pout and glossy, emotional eyes. Heāll chuckle, kissing your wet cheek as he mumbles quietly that āYouāre such a baby..ā
jake seresin who will water your flowers, fly until the skies end, and sacrifice any part of himself to prove that he wants to take care of you and be with you forever:(
a/n: just a short dump of thoughts Iāve kept about Bob since last year. Iām sorry for the drought Iāll try posting more:( the Girl Scout cookie bit was smth Iāve always loved that I saw someone put up on my feed but Iām such an idiot and I donāt remember who it was ā despite going through my reblogs/likes and COMMENTING on the exact post itselfš I will keep searching and tag them for the idea tho trust
edit: I FOUND IT! It was an idea that @delopsia shared on this post! Pure geniusš«”
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Bob working away, fixing something in your house with his handy toolbelt and glasses. Rough jeans with a white tank, sweat beading at his forehead and coating his muscular arms as he fixes smth. Tell him to fix ur insides instead.
Frazzled looking Bob after sex, hair in all sorts of directions, glasses are crooked, shirt is on backwards. Yup hes definitely crazy looking post sex
Drunk Bob, climbing on top of him on ur bed as you suck him off, cheeks rosy and eyes hazy as he furrows his brow, nose scrunches and grips your hair tight
Rainy sex with Bob inside his truck, windows foggy as you lay on his chest, post-sex and cuddled together
Sweet Bobby who massages your sore feet when you wear heels on a hotel dinner date, touch gentle and gaze warm. Holding the pair of shoes in his left hand while right holds your own (youāre wearing a pair of slippers from the hotel lobby)
Bob who has a problem, and itās that he canāt say no when the Girl Scout kids come knocking on your door with cookies. You firmly tell him heās only allowed to buy two boxes this time, and what do you know, your pantry is suddenly filled with Snicker Doodles, Thin Mints and Samoas:
āHello Mr. Bobā
Immediately starts sweating, stumbling over his words as he looks back to see if youāre there listening.
āGirls I canāt this time, my wife-ā
Will end up buying their whole wagon full of cookies, treats them ten dollars each and walks back in with a huge look of guilt and self astonishment bc he never knew he was this weak in the face of kids or cookies.
Mr. Bob who loves when you rub his tummy. In bed, post sex, behind him in the kitchen while he flips eggs on the stove. Has a cute little happy trail which you love. Sometimes cum gets smeared in it cause the blowjobs be messy. Doesnāt matter, heāll still keep pressing his lips to your cheeks, fondling your tits and saying thank youās and soft I love youās
Bob who will super subtly sniff his fingers after theyāve been inside you. Heās embarrassed himself, fully understands how fucked the situation is. But heās not perverted, just curious. Will think back to your flesh clenching him as if it was thanking him, and heāll be hard again.
Bobby who loves listening you talk to him about stuff over brunch at the diner. Adores you, your sweet lipgloss, that perfect sundress you only wear on weekend mornings, and how the sun casts warm rays on your hair. His hands are still on your thigh while one takes a sip of coffee, and the heat makes his glasses fog so it brings you to smile and laugh out loud mid-story. He loves that so much. He loves you so much.
a/n: just a short dump of thoughts Iāve kept about Bob since last year. Iām sorry for the drought Iāll try posting more:( the Girl Scout cookie bit was smth Iāve always loved that I saw someone put up on my feed but Iām such an idiot and I donāt remember who it was ā despite going through my reblogs/likes and COMMENTING on the exact post itselfš I will keep searching and tag them for the idea tho trust
edit: I FOUND IT! It was an idea that @delopsia shared on this post! Pure geniusš«”
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Bob working away, fixing something in your house with his handy toolbelt and glasses. Rough jeans with a white tank, sweat beading at his forehead and coating his muscular arms as he fixes smth. Tell him to fix ur insides instead.
Frazzled looking Bob after sex, hair in all sorts of directions, glasses are crooked, shirt is on backwards. Yup hes definitely crazy looking post sex
Drunk Bob, climbing on top of him on ur bed as you suck him off, cheeks rosy and eyes hazy as he furrows his brow, nose scrunches and grips your hair tight
Rainy sex with Bob inside his truck, windows foggy as you lay on his chest, post-sex and cuddled together
Sweet Bobby who massages your sore feet when you wear heels on a hotel dinner date, touch gentle and gaze warm. Holding the pair of shoes in his left hand while right holds your own (youāre wearing a pair of slippers from the hotel lobby)
Bob who has a problem, and itās that he canāt say no when the Girl Scout kids come knocking on your door with cookies. You firmly tell him heās only allowed to buy two boxes this time, and what do you know, your pantry is suddenly filled with Snicker Doodles, Thin Mints and Samoas:
āHello Mr. Bobā
Immediately starts sweating, stumbling over his words as he looks back to see if youāre there listening.
āGirls I canāt this time, my wife-ā
Will end up buying their whole wagon full of cookies, treats them ten dollars each and walks back in with a huge look of guilt and self astonishment bc he never knew he was this weak in the face of kids or cookies.
Mr. Bob who loves when you rub his tummy. In bed, post sex, behind him in the kitchen while he flips eggs on the stove. Has a cute little happy trail which you love. Sometimes cum gets smeared in it cause the blowjobs be messy. Doesnāt matter, heāll still keep pressing his lips to your cheeks, fondling your tits and saying thank youās and soft I love youās
Bob who will super subtly sniff his fingers after theyāve been inside you. Heās embarrassed himself, fully understands how fucked the situation is. But heās not perverted, just curious. Will think back to your flesh clenching him as if it was thanking him, and heāll be hard again.
Bobby who loves listening you talk to him about stuff over brunch at the diner. Adores you, your sweet lipgloss, that perfect sundress you only wear on weekend mornings, and how the sun casts warm rays on your hair. His hands are still on your thigh while one takes a sip of coffee, and the heat makes his glasses fog so it brings you to smile and laugh out loud mid-story. He loves that so much. He loves you so much.
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