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ROMEO ft. Yuna

yuna x male reader smut

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"Well, that fucking sucked."

Tonight was supposed to be special. Right now you should be enjoying a candlelit dinner with your girlfriend of exactly one hundred days - eating overpriced food, drinking wine that's older than you are, and ending your night in the hotel suite you've risked personal bankruptcy to afford.

But instead here you are - dressed in your nicest, second-hand suit and holding a crumpled bouquet of flowers, walking along the cold streets of Seoul - alone.

The cold, rainy streets of Seoul.

"Oh, fuck off!" You yell, earning stares from the other pedestrians doing their best to avoid the crazy young man shouting at the sky.

You've had many, many lows before - but this was brand fucking new.

"Looking good, Romeo!"

But of course, there’s always room to fall even lower.

Your shoulders slump as you instantly recognise the voice, hearing the mocking nickname you've been given for being anything but a Romeo.

Well Romeo did die at the end.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to end up like him.

You turn, nearly blinded at the sight of the ungodly expensive and ridiculously gaudy car that has pulled up on the sidewalk next to you. Tinted glass rolls down, and leaning over the passenger seat and sticking her head out of the window is your closest friend - who also happens to be the very last person you want to see at the moment - Shin Yuna.

She gives you a wide, toothy grin and a thumbs up.

You give her the finger.

"Don't be like that!" Yuna calls out from the car. "Get in - it's raining!"

You pretend you don't hear her, choosing instead to keep your eyes straight ahead and continue your trudge through the rain. Normally you would have time for her, probably fire back some snappy comeback and trade insults like usual, but not today - today is a day for some good old self-loathing.

You grimace to yourself as you hear the engine of her car start back up again, and you do your best to pay no attention to the vehicle crawling slowly next to the sidewalk, keeping at pace with you, and drawing even more unwanted stares.

Of course, Yuna doesn't care.

Throughout the entire time you've known her, all the way from when she was just a dorky trainee to having grown up to be a full-fledged idol, she's remained the exact same person - the sweet, goofy, girl-next-door whose favourite hobby seems to be torturing her best friend.

"Roooomeooooo," she sings out the window, "get in the caaar, Roooomeoooo."

You attempt to hide your face behind your crumpled bouquet of flowers, even though if there's anyone that should be trying to remain incognito, it should be her.

Still, it does little to stop her from following you even further down the street. It doesn't even stop her from honking at you.

"Shhhh!" You finally turn to her, and you're annoyed to see how delighted she is at the small victory. "People are looking. You really want someone to get a photo of you stalking a guy in the middle of the night?"

"I knew you could hear me, Romeo!" Yuna laughs back, in her sweet, 'everything is awesome' tone of voice. "What do you mean? If anything, they'll get a photo of me helping out a poor, sad, charity case. It's great for my reputation!"

"You're insane, you know that?" You ask her, though judging by the expression on her face, she takes it as a compliment. "Also, since when do you drive?"

"Got my license today! Fifth time's the charm!" Yuna boasts, clearly unaware that it's not something she should be proud of. "And I wanted to go out for a spin in this brand-new car, and I saw you! How lucky is that?"

"Yeah, real lucky." You roll your eyes, concluding that Yuna must have finally found an examiner she could bribe.

"Hop in! I want you to be my first official passenger!"

"And last," you reply, deadpan.

"Come on, you're going to get drenched if you stay out here any longer. Then you're going to get sick, and then I'm going to have to be the one that takes care of you," she says. "Get. In."

You've never managed to win when it came to Yuna's whims, and you already know that if it came to it, she'd follow you around all night until you caved. You take one last look at the crumpled bouquet of flowers, the remnants of your 'Greatest Date Ever' plans, and dump them all in a nearby trash can.

With a heavy sigh, you give in - like you always did - to Yuna, leaving the cold, rainy streets for the warmth of her luxury vehicle.

"Here," Yuna says, handing you a box of tissues as you climb into her car. "Don't worry about it, I'll charge you a cleaning fee after this ride."

"How nice of you," you reply, taking out a heap of tissues in a futile attempt to dry yourself.

"It's all part of my great service! A free ride and getting to be in the presence of such a beauty like me - you really are a lucky guy!"

Yuna doesn't even wait for you to close the door before she takes off, slamming the pedal to the floor and accelerating the car into a racing start. You buckle your seatbelt as fast as you can, hoping the thin strap can save you from Yuna's complete disregard for speed limits.

"Didn't you say you had big date plans? Or are you going to tell me all about how Romeo got his heart broken again?" She asks, spending a little too much time looking at you and not enough time looking at the road. "What happened with - what was her name again?"

"Let's not get into this, Yuna," you say, knowing full well that she's already not listening to you. "Please, just focus on driving."

"Misoo? No that was the one that dumped you on your birthday. Mirae? No that was Christmas." You groan as Yuna keeps talking - rattling off names and surfacing more painful memories to your mind. "It was something like Narae, Nahye?"

"Nahee," you say, hoping to end the conversation and be put out of your misery.

"Yeah. Nahee. That bitch." Her face scrunches up as she says the name, as if the syllables alone have a disgusting taste. You hadn't even thought she was capable of speaking with the amount of venom in her voice that she uses to say your now-ex's name.

For someone you think you know so well, she still surprises you from time to time.

"So what went wrong - did she find out about your tiny dick?"

Well, not all the time.

"I'm going to take your silence as confirmation that like always - I'm right!"

"Like you would know if you even saw one, Yuna," you shoot back.

"I guess you're right, I couldn't possibly be as knowledgeable as you, the certified Professor of Penises."

"God, I'm gonna throw myself out of this car."

"Okay, okay, I'll be nice." Yuna clears her throat, composes herself, and puts on her best fake, saccharine voice. "Please, my dearest friend, tell me what happened so I may help you feel better?"

You test the handle of the passenger-side door, only to realise that she must have activated the child-lock in advance. You sigh dramatically, knowing that for at least the next twenty minutes, Yuna has you trapped.

Judging by the way the car is swerving across multiple lanes, you come to terms with the fact that this may very well be the last car ride you ever take, so you might as well humour her.

"What always happens. She said she didn't trust me. We were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary and she said she wasn't sure we had a future."

Yuna laughs. "I could have told you that."

"We only just started university and she's worried about a future," you say incredulously, the wounds still raw from being dumped mere hours ago.

"I told you from the start - I know a snake when I see one - and I always got bad vibes from her. But, still…" Yuna says, before turning her gaze to you, squinting her eyes as if she was inspecting you through a microscope. "This is like the third girl in a row that doesn't trust you? What are you doing that's so… Skeevy?"

"Please pay attention to the road, Yuna!" You shout, your heartbeat suddenly starting to race as the car starts to veer into the next lane over.

"Oh, right!" Yuna replies, swerving the car back into the centre of the road, barely caring about the fact that she nearly killed the two of you. "Now, answer the question - what is it about my best friend that makes him so untrustworthy to women?"

You take a deep breath, both needing to collect yourself from having avoided a near death experience and preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

"What I do to give these girls trust issues," you say, looking at your friend's face as she tries to think over all the different possibilities, running down the mental list of your flaws that you know she keeps.

"Have you been cheating on all these girls and not telling me?" Yuna shouts, and you jump in your seat. "I swear if you turn out to be some fuck-boy-scumbag I will drive this car into the nearest river and kill you myself!"

"Yuna!" You shout back at her.

"What?"

"It's you."

"Wh - what?"

"None of these girls trust me because of you."

Once again, you're almost thrown out of your seat as Yuna slams her foot down hard on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop.

She turns to you, a look of such confusion on her face that in any other situation would be utterly hilarious. Well, it still kind of is.

"What do you mean?" Yuna says, ignoring the cars that start to blast their horn behind her, jeering at the two of you as they recklessly swing around you to overtake. "We're just -"

"Yeah - friends - I tell them that," you say. "It always goes the exact same way - they meet you, they're excited because you're an idol and all, and then after a while they all get jealous. They see you've called me, or messaged me, and they just flip out!"

"But, but - I - I don't - " Yuna's face starts to turn red, for once in her life actually lost for words.

"Congratulations, Yuna, you are the biggest cockblock in my life."

Yuna digests your words, trying to think of something to say, only coming up with, "but I haven't even done anything! I mean - we've never done anything even a little romantic!"

"That's what I said! I told her I don't have feelings for you, and even if I did - you're an idol."

"What does that mean?" Yuna asks.

"You know what I mean, Yuna. It would never happen," you say, with an air of finality in your voice. You can't pretend you've never thought about it before, can't pretend you've never noticed how long her legs are, or how soft her lips look, or how even in the darkness of the car, the streetlights cut through the window and strikes her eyes at just the right angle that she looks - fuck.

"That's…" Yuna's voice trails off, but chooses to let her words go unsaid, and instead lets an awkward silence fill the car in its place. The tension in the air is exacerbated by how alien it is to the two of you - this was why you were such good friends; things were never awkward. There was always a joke to be made, or a careless insult to be thrown, but never this - never this strange feeling like you may have actually hurt her somehow.

It's why you were so reluctant to get into the car in the first place. It was only a matter of time before you two talked about this - this subject the two of you have never broached, the elephant in the room you had always danced around but never spoke of, and for good reason too. You're both young, attractive, and you know each other better than anyone else in the world. But what good would it do to ruin the one positive relationship in your life?

Yuna turns away from you, and you feel like you've let something vital slip through your fingers. But too much time passes for you to pick up on that strand of the conversation, and the silence is far too surmountable to get over, and before you can even muster the courage to say something, Yuna starts the car again and resumes the drive.

"You can drop me off here, I can catch the next train home," you say, desperate to get out of the silence that has fallen over the two of you.

"Don't be silly, we're almost at my dorm," Yuna replies matter-of-factly. "Besides, I'm not going to let you be alone right after you got dumped. Tradition's tradition."

You're reminded of all the other times over your friendship when you'd been dumped and Yuna was there for you - to laugh with you, to talk you through your emotions, to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. And after spending time with her, it always was.

The rest of the short trip to her building is uneventful and eerily quiet, and Yuna seems to be deep in thought for the remainder of the drive, even right up until you ride up the elevator and arrive at the dormitory itself.

"The other girls are all out this weekend," Yuna explains, carelessly swinging open the door to an extremely spacious and luxurious apartment. She nonchalantly kicks her shoes off her feet, sending the pair flying somewhere into the living room, and confidently strides inside like she was the sole resident. "So, we have it all to ourselves!"

You hesitate behind her at the doorway - it's not like you haven't been to her dorm before - you're a known entity to the other ITZY members. You're familiar to them, and they've always been more than happy to have you around, seeing as you're the one thing that can always put a smile on their maknae's face. But yet this time, somehow, being alone with her in the apartment feels different.

"What that also means," Yuna says, ignoring you and turning a corner into the kitchen, "is that we have access to all of Ryujin's soju!"

You hear her rummaging around her fridge and sifting through the kitchen pantries, before she pops out again to catch you still waiting at the door.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go drink this in my bedroom," Yuna says, somehow managing to balance multiple bottles of soju and bundles of snacks all in her skinny arms.

Again, you pause - if you were any other guy and Yuna was any other girl, it would be a no-brainer. Especially when you take into account the shortness of her skirt, or the way her sweater’s cut off specifically to show off her tight, flat abs and - you stop yourself, reminding yourself that it’s Yuna you’re fantasising about, and that the only reason you’re doing so is because of how pent up you’ve been in the lead up to your anniversary date with your girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

Yes, that is the reason. Certainly not Yuna’s legs.

You shove those thoughts into the back of your mind, asking your friend - "are you sure?"

Yuna sighs and pouts - a single, undeniably cute expression that makes you doubt everything you just rationalised to yourself. "Don't make this weird. Forget about what we talked about in the car and drink with me."

"Yuna -" you start to say, but she cuts you off.

"We're going to talk about that bitch one last time so you never have to think about her ever again, and then we'll spend the rest of the night discussing how you have literally zero game. As is tradition," Yuna finishes. "Now, stop standing there like an idiot and be a proper gentleman and help me out."

You have to hand it to Yuna, she always knew the right things to say to get her way, and you dutifully follow her orders, taking the bundle of goodies out of her hands and walking behind her to her shared bedroom.

Yuna’s bedroom is twice the size of your own, and is packed full with clothes, gifts, souvenirs and mementos - all strewn around the room with little care for any logical sense of order. Against either side are two queen-sized beds, and despite how cluttered the room is, there’s still enough space cleared in the centre for the two of you to sit and gorge yourselves on alcohol and junk food.

"This will work!" Yuna says, retrieving a folded-up table and bringing it with her into the bedroom. She carries it to the centre of the room, and with her back turned you she bends forward to set up the table, making you suddenly aware of just how short her skirt is. You try to convince yourself that you're only interested in the chequered pattern, and not the fact that as it rises higher and higher, you're treated to more than just a glimpse of creamy, vanilla-white thighs and the lace of... is that her panties?

She couldn't be doing this on purpose could she?

"Thanks for your help," Yuna says sarcastically, her head turning around just in time to catch you standing there like a fool, obviously gawking. You brace yourself for whatever jab she has prepared, knowing that catching you red-handed was far too good an opportunity for her to pass.

To your surprise, she doesn't say a thing, instead she sits down on the carpet next to the table and stretches herself out on the ground, making herself far too comfortable for your liking. Long, gorgeously slim legs reach out across the floor, and as she stretches her arms above her head, her sweater - her cropped-off, midriff-exposing sweater - rides up higher on her chest, revealing a hint of a black sports bra underneath.

You follow the trail with your eyes, all the way from her legs, up her flat, toned stomach and higher still until you reach her eyes - watching you, dancing with delight at having you caught dead to rights.

But again, she ignores it.

"Sit! Open up a bottle - let's drink!" Yuna instructs, enjoying bossing you around.

It's hard not to be suspicious of her now, and you keep a careful eye on her as you take off your jacket and take a seat on the ground across from her, placing two shot glasses on the table between you, and filling both of them with peach-flavoured soju.

Yuna snatches up the shot glass before you're even done pouring, lifting it in a toast - "Cheers!"

"Cheers," you reply, with just a tad less enthusiasm as Yuna.

"Ding dong, the bitch is gone!"

And the night goes on as it always does - you play bastardised forms of drinking games to suit two people, you slip into your usual topics of conversation - she blabs about her company, her members, drops pieces of gossip about idols that you have absolutely no business hearing about, but whose secrets are far too juicy for her to keep to herself.

Talking to her is so easy - Yuna is so separated from the rest of your life, just as you are to hers, that you can open up and tell each other everything and anything and know that you're free from judgment - save for a few bits of shit-talk here and there.

"God, you really are corny!" Yuna says. "Candlelit dinner, fancy restaurant, wine, hotel suite - what are you, forty?"

"Okay, okay, I get it."

"Seriously, no wonder she dumped your ass. This," Yuna says, waving her shot glass in front of your face, "is all I need for a good night out."

"Well, unfortunately not everyone is as cheap of a date as you," you sigh, before gulping down your third shot for the night. "Why do I get the feeling that you enjoy seeing me miserable?"

"Because I do!" Yuna replies, a little too gleefully in the face of your misery. "I don't get to go on dates, so I have to live vicariously through somebody."

"You dated that trainee," you point out.

"Yes, I held hands with one guy before you punched him in the face because you thought he made me cry."

"He did make you cry."

"It took months to convince other guys that they could even talk to me after that!"

"Good," you say, puffing out your chest with pride.

"Whatever!" Yuna declares, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Only, she forgets about the half-full shot glass still in her hand, throwing soju up in the air and spilling liquor right on her sweater. "Ah! I just bought this!"

Yuna pulls on her clothes, fruitlessly trying to dab out the soju from her top, eventually giving up and deciding to remove the sweatshirt entirely. She raises her arms to pull up her sweater, stretching up high and lifting to once again give you a picture-perfect view of the tightness of her stomach, the ridges of her abs, and her impossibly small waist. She catches her shirt underneath as she pulls off her top, and for the briefest of seconds she flashes you her two small, round, perfect handfuls of black bra-clad breasts.

"Like what you see?" Yuna's voice snaps you out of the spell cast by her body, as the sweater is tossed across the room, leaving her in just a cut-off shirt. "I know, it's hard to be around someone that looks this good."

"As if," you scoff, fumbling for your words, "I swear your ego has gotten out of control ever since you debuted."

"I can't help it - I am the visual."

"I guess they were going for someone more relatable then."

"Oh really? Should I just keep pretending that I haven't caught you checking me out - what is it - three times now?" Yuna asks, shuffling uncomfortably close to you, close enough that you catch the scent of roses in her hair. As if that wasn't enough, she even dares to place a hand on your knee. That was new. "Doesn't being next to such a beautiful idol like me make your heart race?"

You swallow, ignoring the fact that she has you nailed to a T - trying your best to ignore the thumping of your own heartbeat rattling through your eardrums. "Not even a little bit."

Yuna shifts her weight onto her arm, leaning even closer to you, closing the gap between your two bodies - so close that you can't look anywhere but at her. She looks up at you with her wide, brown eyes, intoxicating you far more than any shot of soju could. "How about now?"

You decide to up the ante - needing to launch an offense of your own, placing your hand over hers, and inching your own face close enough to hers that her exhales become your inhales. "You've forgotten, I've been here before, Yuna. But have you - Miss Never-Been-On-A-Date?"

Yuna's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment it feels like her lips have a magnetic pull on your own - they just look so irresistible. And then you see it, the blink-and-you'll-miss-it flash of her eyes down to your lips, and you lean into her just a touch closer so that you can -

"Got you," she whispers, claiming her victory in this game of chicken.

"Fuck!" You cry out, instantly recoiling, as if you had just been hit, leaving Yuna to collapse to the floor in a fit of laughter. God, you were never going to live this down.

"S- sorry, but that was cute - you really were going to kiss me there, weren't you?" Yuna struggles to say through her ceaseless laughter.

"Not funny, Yuna," you try to growl, but obviously failing the impossible task of looking intimidating while your face was beet-red with embarrassment. You reach for the closest bottle to you, not caring to pour it into a glass, guzzling it all straight down your throat.

"Hah-hah, you think I'm hot!" Yuna teases, and you know you're seconds away from Yuna getting up to do a victory dance.

"Well done, Yuna - I actually forgot about Nahee for a second."

Yuna snaps her gaze back up to you, her mood suddenly swinging as if you had just slapped her across the face with the mention of your ex's name. The temperature in the room sharply drops, and Yuna doesn't attempt to hide the bitterness in her voice as she says, "you really had to ruin my fun by mentioning her. I haven't seen you get this torn up over a girl before. You must have really liked that bitch."

You sigh, staring into your now empty bottle. "It's not like that - she was… Nice. For the most part."

"I don't understand why you settle for these girls," Yuna says disdainfully. "Every single time it ends exactly the same - and I have to listen to you bitch and moan when you were clearly too good for them in the first place."

"Yuna," you say softly.

"No, you really do deserve better than letting yourself get treated like this," Yuna continues her rant. "A guy like you, who actually cares and listens, and is funny and smart and… It's just. You deserve - "

"Yuna?"

"Forget it. I bet this isn't how you planned your night to go anyway, right?"

"Well," you say, "right about now I would probably be in that fancy hotel room."

"Cheesy," Yuna interrupts.

"You wouldn't get it! I planned this whole thing - tonight was going to be a big deal. I was really hoping to - "

"Why wouldn't I get it?" Yuna asks, somewhat offended.

"You're an idol, isn't that being the same as a nun?"

""I am not a nun."

"Oh, so do you have some secret sex life that I don't know about?" You ask, only to be met with silence. "Thought so."

"Just because I've never done any stuff doesn't make me some virgin-Mary whatever-the-fuck!"

"Sure, sure."

"Not everyone is as much of a man-whore as you," Yuna fires back.

"Hey - better than whatever cobwebs you have between your legs," you reply.

"I do stuff… And I'll have you know that it is perfectly fine," Yuna says, before dropping her voice to a whisper, "down there."

"You’d be more believable if you weren't so afraid to call your pussy a pussy, Yuna," you say, laughing at her.

Yuna grumbles something under her breath, clearly having enough of your jabs, and swallows down another shot before slamming the glass onto the table. With a huff, she stands up, striding over to her closet and scouring through the mountains of clothes and shoes piled up within.

When she's found what she's looking for, Yuna stomps back over to you, and dumps a shoebox at your feet.

"Look," Yuna says, standing over you to watch you open the box to see the contents inside. Of the few things you knew Yuna hid from you, you would have never included a single silicone dildo, and a small, silver, bullet-shaped vibrator, on that list. "See."

"Lia's sex toys?"

"Mine, idiot."

"Ah, that must be why they look brand new. Need someone to show you how to use them?"

"Fuck you," Yuna growls, bending down to pick up the dildo, waving it dangerously close to your face. "You're just jealous because you're probably smaller than this."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Pfft," Yuna replies. "As. If."

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the lack of fucks you have to give after having been rejected once already tonight, or maybe it was the fact that you were so close to kissing her moments ago, but you decide to take Yuna's challenge and raise the stakes. "Yuna - you couldn't even handle what I'm packing."

Yuna pauses, and your words hang in the air between the two of you, suspended right over that uncrossed line you have never dared to tread, and that is very close to being permanently broken. She takes one look at the dildo in her hand and one look down at your crotch, doing some form of mental calculation to find the truth in your statement. "Prove it, then."

"Fuck it," you say, deciding to end, once and for all, the game you’ve been playing the whole night. You take one last pull from your bottle, tossing it aside when you're done, and stand up to meet Yuna.

Yuna stares so hard at your crotch that she could burn a hole through your clothes, watching with rapt attention as you pop open the button and unzip your pants, pulling down the waistband of your briefs and letting your clothing fall to the floor, setting your cock free.

"You wanna measure them side-by-side?" You say, amused as you display your cock for her, your length rendering her lost for words.

Yuna gulps, seemingly unable to unglue her eyes at your cock. "I- is that all?"

You take a hold of your cock, and start to slowly stroke yourself, watching Yuna's face the whole time. Her mouth is frozen open and slack jawed, and you imagine what it would be like for your cock to be between her lips. You can see the shimmer of saliva building up in the corners of her mouth as you bring yourself to your full erection, and it's when you let go of your cock, proudly presenting it in its full hardness, that Yuna lets the dildo slip out of her fingers, leaving it to clatter on the ground.

Yuna's eyes dart between the fallen dildo and your cock, now able to accurately compare the two with a disbelieving stare, unable to hide the expression of shock on her face as she takes in the full measure of your length.

"This is the first cock you've ever seen in person - isn't it, Yuna?" You ask. "Is it everything you imagined?"

Yuna manages to somewhat collect herself, snapping her jaw shut, even now finding it difficult to accept that you were right. "No, I'm just… Surprised! You've never radiated big dick energy."

You smirk to yourself at finally managing to make Yuna eat her words. But now there are more important things to address - now that she has you pants down and fully exposed, it’s time to even the odds. "Your turn, Yuna."

"W-what?"

"If you really do use those toys as much as you say - show me. Prove it," you say, throwing her words back at her and gesturing towards the vibrator laying in the shoebox. You can see the thoughts racing through her mind, fighting a battle between lust and rationality, and you give her a helpful nudge by asking, "or are you chicken?"

"No," Yuna says firmly, finding her resolve. "You want a show? I'll give you a show."

Yuna bends down and reaches into the shoebox, retrieving the vibrator and moving towards the bed. She wastes no time - unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles, and then crawling onto the bed, barely giving you a chance to fully appreciate her cute, lacy, cotton, white panties, and to admire the way the fabric stretches over her plump, full ass.

She takes the pillows from the head of the bed and props them up against the wall, creating a makeshift backrest for herself. She turns around, leaning back into the pillows and stretches her legs out, dragging her panties down her long limbs, and then kicking them off her feet.

"You," Yuna says, addressing you as she spreads her legs apart, her knees pointing outwards and forming a 'V' shape, giving you a full, unguarded view of her bare, pink, juicy pussy. "Watch."

You kick off your own briefs and pants, and stand there awestruck, as Yuna switches on the silver bullet vibrator and brings it down between her legs. Yuna starts carefully, inhaling sharply at the first touch of the toy to her body, slowly dragging it along the bottom of her slit, coating it in the juices beginning to leak from her pussy. She then draws the toy all the way up her folds, finally resting the vibrating device against her slick, ripe clit.

"Yes," Yuna hisses softly as she starts to gently rotate the toy around her clit. She falls into a natural position, sinking slightly down into the bed, her legs parting further apart and giving you an even better view of her, as she stirs her own arousal with careful, practiced movements.

You're completely hypnotised by her - by how effortlessly erotic she is, watching as she grinds the toy against her clit, seeing her in a way you've never even imagined - her eyes half open, teeth biting into her bottom lip, and her hips gyrating back-and-forth, as if she was fucking some phantom cock in time with the movements of the vibrator.

It's truly a sight to behold as her pussy gets wetter and wetter with every circle of the vibrator around her clit, each pass slightly faster than the one before. Soon her heavy breaths turn into restrained moans, blending in with the low buzz of the toy vibrating against her mound, and it's after one particularly loud moan that her eyes flitter open, and her gaze locks onto yours, settling on you with a fierce, predatory smile.

"I - ah - told you so," Yuna says, relishing in the wired look on your face as you shamelessly stare at her, watching her fuck herself. You follow her eyes to your cock, seeing her smile expand into a wide grin as she drinks in the sight of your throbbing hardness. "Oh - mmph - is that for me?"

"Yeah," you say, not even attempting a denial, because frankly, it was true. "It is for you, Yuna. I didn't know you could look this fucking hot."

You let your baser instincts take over your mind, giving yourself over to that part of your brain that wants nothing more than to be in the moment with the scorching hot girl playing with her pussy in front of you, making herself aroused for your pleasure.

Yuna's eyes go even wider when you return your hand to your shaft and start to stroke your entire length from base to tip, pumping your cock in rhythm with the circles she draws around her stiff clit.

The two of you stay locked in an intense performance for each other, duelling with heated gazes and exasperated moans, with pumps of your cock and swirls of around her clit. It lasts until Yuna decides to push even further, and as if she was taunting you, she presses a button on her vibrator, causing it to whir even faster.

She moans again - the loudest yet - as she ups the pace of the toy against her mound. You stroke yourself harder in response, squeezing around your shaft while you pump yourself faster, matching her speed and refusing to fall behind her in this lustful battle of self-pleasure.

Again, Yuna pushes onward, and keeping her eyes on you, she uses her free hand to undo the top buttons of her shirt, showing off more of her creamy, porcelain-white skin, and exposing the curve of her collarbone.

Another button goes undone, this time showing you the dip of cleavage you had only caught glimpses of before, and then another, and another, until her cropped-shirt is wide open, and you see her black sports bra, before its quickly yanked down to free her breasts.

It's no surprise at all at how perfect her breasts are - two bountiful handfuls, wonderfully perky and round, treating you to a slight bounce as they're freed from their clothed prison. It's torturous, how close they are to you - you could reach for them right now - you could pin her to the bed and take her breasts between your lips and seize them into your hands. But Yuna reads your thoughts, taking her right breast for herself, pinching her nipples, and treating you to an elated sigh as she plays with her own chest.

"You like this - ooh - don't you?" Yuna asks, struggling to keep her eyes open while she watches you stroke yourself. "Look at you, so God - ah - damn hard, just from watching me play with myself. God your cock looks so good."

Her words barely register with you, just the sweet sound of her voice in her ears is enough. With Yuna right in front of you, pussy in full display, your mind is flooded with thoughts of what it would be like to hold her against you, to feel her lips on yours, to run your hands over her body - to take a hold of her slim waist and bury your cock in the warmth of her glistening, wet pussy.

You're so enraptured by the view of her wonderful pussy that you fail to notice the vibrator slip from Yuna's fingers and onto the bed, as she slowly flips herself over and gets on all fours. Like in some sort of trance, she crawls over to the edge of the bed and towards you, her mouth hanging open, tongue licking her lips.

She attracts you towards her with her eyes alone - you step forward to meet her at the bed, letting go of your cock so she can see it in its entirety. You watch her as she studies your cock, lustful curiosity getting the better of her - not that you even care, you're more than eager to find out what she'll do next.

"I - I - " she pants. Yuna's close enough that you can feel the warmth of her exhalations against the tip of your cock - it would only take a small push of your hips forward and you would be between her lips. "Can I - ?"

"Yes," you say, not even caring to hear the end of her request, more than happy to give her the approval to do whatever she wanted with you, as long as it involves your cock. She reaches out for you, and shatters the already tattered boundaries of your friendship, grasping your shaft and wrapping her delicate fingers around your length.

"It's so -" Yuna shuffles further across the bed, teetering on its edge, sidling up even closer to properly inspect your cock. She treats your length like some precious artefact to be examined, using her eyes to fully take measure of its size and shape. "So big."

"Ah!" You groan as her grip around you suddenly tightens, painfully squeezing on your cock like a stress ball. Her mouth stays open, eyes alight with wonder as you achingly twitch and throb in her hand.

She continues her experiments with your length - gripping you far too hard, roughly pulling down on your shaft far too fast - seemingly forgetting that it was an extension of you.

"Yuna!" You cry out, grabbing a hold of her wrist and stopping her callous stroking, managing to pull her attention away from your cock. "Is that how you always do it?"

Yuna eyes snap up from your cock to your face, her expression heated and her brows furrowed, annoyed at the interruption. "What do you mean?"

"It's not one of your toys, Yuna. You can't treat it like that."

"Are you really going to criticise me while my hands are on your cock?" Yuna asks, in total disbelief that you wouldn't simply be grateful that she was even handling your cock in the first place. "You. A man."

"You have to be gentle before you can be rough," you say. "Anticipation, Yuna."

"I can see why you get dumped so often," Yuna says with a sigh. "I thought all guys liked it hard and fast?"

"Sure, but -" you start to try explain yourself, but eventually decide that sometimes, the best way to learn is not by saying, but by doing. "Yuna. Put your hands behind your back."

"You're really going to tell me what to do -"

You interrupt her, repeating yourself - "hands behind your back."

It's only for a moment, but you see a flash of mischief cross Yuna's eyes as she contemplates defaulting to her usual habit of automatically dismissing any request you’ve ever made of her. But something in her expression changes, as she suppresses her need to rebel against your instructions, and instead she does as you say, letting go of your cock and holding her hands behind her back. She adjusts herself so she's on her knees and sits back on the heels of her feet, and in this position Yuna waits for you.

You move closer to her, equally surprised at how obedient she is being, and thrilled at the prospect of having her so subservient to you. You place a hand on her chin, cupping her face, and run the pad of your thumb over her pretty lips, feeling their softness, knowing that in seconds those very lips would be wrapped around your cock.

Yuna leans into the palm of your hand, chocolate pools looking up at you expectantly, matching the same excitement you could feel pumping through your veins. You move your hand to the back of her head, threading your fingers through her silky midnight hair, and tenderly draw her closer to your cock.

You direct her. "Kiss it."

Again, Yuna obeys, shifting around the bed so she’s flat on her stomach, and with her hands still behind her back lightly press her lips on the tip of your cock. It's immediately electric, the gentlest touch sending shivers running up your spine, enough that you can feel the beginnings of your pre-cum begin to leak out from the tip.

Yuna sees it, kisses the tip again, spreading the drop of your arousal across her lips like gloss. She keeps kissing - light, dainty brushes down your shaft, puckering her lips more and quietly moaning each time she presses their pillowy softness against your length.

You help her, holding your cock with your free hand, keeping it still and upright to ensure she can cover the entire surface area of your shaft. Her hungry eyes remain transfixed on your face, fascinated with the way that she can make you shudder so easily with just her lips.

She does as she's told and more, taking her time with her lips, and after properly, passionately, showering your shaft with kisses, she lands back on your tip, giving it a last, longing press. She waits again after she’s finished, in anticipation of your next instruction, her lips barely an inch away from your tip, a thin rope of saliva forming a translucent bridge connecting her to your cock.

"Tongue out," you command next, and Yuna's lips part, opening her mouth and extending her lovely, pink tongue.

You lay your cock flat on her tongue, testing her patience, pushing how far you can take this new dynamic in your relationship. She remains frozen still, statuesque, save for the trace amount of drool that starts to drip down the corners of her mouth.

"Lick," you say, and Yuna eagerly drags her tongue upwards, licking the underside of your shaft and over the ridge that separates the head of your cock. It's a simple motion, but it makes you weak at your knees, forcing your hand to tighten on the back of Yuna's head, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by the idol.

She flicks her tongue along the slit of your tip, scooping up the glob of pre-cum that had leaked out, before manoeuvring around to the other side of your cock, lathering your length from the head right down to the base of your shaft.

Yuna doesn't even need to try that hard - her tongue is long and wet and soft, and manages to stir strained groans and sighs of pleasure from you, using only simple, slow movements along every inch of you, leaving your cock covered in a sheen of her saliva.

Like with her kisses, Yuna takes her time, now understanding how the game is really played - just because she’s the one on her knees, hands behind her back, didn't mean that she isn't the one in control.

Realisation dawns on her dark chocolate eyes, studying you with a look so lustful, so erotic, that you have to remind yourself that it's Yuna that is on her knees before you, that it's your best friend that is turning you on far more than you've ever been before.

It's after a long, greedy lick of your cock that ends at your tip that you give her your next instruction - "now, use your - "

But Yuna's already ahead of you - she swirls her tongue around your head with such sudden immediacy that you nearly lose your footing, before sealing her lips around your cock and slowly taking an inch of you into her wet, hot mouth.

She can't go much further - only a few inches at first - but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, sucking tightly around you as she begins to bob her head back and forth on your cock. She takes you into her lips again and again, occasionally mixing up her noisy slurps with swishes of her tongue around your head, gaging your every reaction to her lips and tongues to direct the motions of her sucking.

After several gratuitous slurps of your length, Yuna's hands leave her back and joins the fray. She's learnt her lesson - approaching you with tenderness, she wraps her fingers carefully around your shaft and strokes you along with her sucks on your cock.

"God," you groan, your voice coming out far louder than you intended. Yuna smiles around your shaft, but rather than let her relish in how good she's already making you feel, you push down on her head, urging more of your cock past her wet lips and into her hot mouth.

As much as you want to match your hips with her back-and-forth pace on your cock and thrust freely into her face, you give her the time to adapt to your length and your girth. While Yuna's eager, she's clearly inexperienced, and while in the past you've experienced truly skilful blowjobs, just the fact that it was Yuna - that it’s her hot, wet lips suctioned around your cock, that it’s her hands stroking you up and down - makes everything feel utterly surreal and so much more exciting.

You tenderly stroke her hair, keeping the stray strands out of her face as she lovingly familiarises herself with your length - even though you’re the one getting your cock sucked, this is about her exploring your shaft with her wonderful mouth. The fact that it feels so God damn incredible is just another amazing bonus.

You can feel herself challenging herself on your cock, every odd bob of her head down your shaft she dips further down, gurgling slightly around your cock, before backing off to resume her previous pace. Yet each time, with each pump of your cock in and out of her mouth, she's able to take just a little bit more, extend the reach of her lips down your shaft that tiny distance farther, aided by the build of spit and slobber that now covers every inch of your length.

"Umm finnk mmmph mmph mmph!" Yuna sounds around your cock, unintelligible, muffled words vibrating around your shaft.

"What?" You ask, and Yuna gives you a sly, cute look, and she lifts her face off your cock with a loud smack of her lips.

"I said - I think I'm getting the hang of this!"

Her lips are already back on you as soon as the words have left Yuna's mouth, her hands on your hips, bracing herself and diving back onto you, pushing her her head down on your cock and taking in the most of your length so far, stealing an involuntary cry of "fuck!" from you.

Yuna pauses as your cock meets the back of her throat, hitting her right in her gag reflex. She coughs against you but keeps still, feeling your pulsating length tickle the back of her mouth before she withdraws again, letting your cock pop out of her mouth with a satisfied 'ah', punctuating her action with a generous swirl of her tongue, drawing around the circumference of your tip and eagerly licking up the dribbles of her saliva she had left behind.

"So much for a nun," Yuna teases, catching her breath between more scant kisses on your shaft. She can see your face, can hear your own laboured breaths, but she still has to ask - "do you like the way I suck your cock? I bet you love getting to watch your very own idol give you a blowjob?"

It feels good - far too good, and you know that with how quick she's learning, and with how eager and enthusiastic she is to have you in her mouth that it would be no time at all until she has you cumming down her throat.

She moves to take your cock back with her lips, but you hold her steady by the back of head and take her wrist with your other hand, stopping her stroking of your shaft.

Somewhere in the back of your mind - the childish, competitive part of your mind - you know you don't want to give her the satisfaction of making you cum so soon, you don't want to have her hold that over your head until the end of time, to throw it in your face in some future argument.

Not that you were even sure what would come next for your relationship - could you even be just friends with someone who was slurping down your cock?

Did you even want to be just friends?

"Hey!" Yuna gets your attention, pouting once again. "I wasn't done yet! Are you afraid of cumming too soon?"

You grit your teeth, a lie already prepared. "Like a first timer could make me cum so easily. Let me show you how it's done."

"Oh, really?"

"Lie back."

"What are you - "

"Lie back, Yuna," you repeat, this time with deliberate firmness.

Your change in tone flicks a switch inside Yuna, turning her docile once more, and she turns herself over, letting herself fall back into the bed with eager obedience.

Yuna stretches herself out backwards, reaching the wall with her fingertips, and lying her head on the set of stacked pillows. With her ass already on the edge of the mattress, she posts her legs on either side of her, reading your intentions and parting her thighs for you. "Show me what you got, Romeo."

You've never seen her look so vulnerable before, purposefully laying herself bare and completely at your mercy - just for you. She's naked, save for the shirt, doing little to hide anything at all - wide open and exposing her humble, perky breasts, and showing off her tight, skinny, little waist.

Nothing covers her from the waist down, however, and it's between her legs that you take your position, falling to your knees in front of the bed, taking in an up-close view of her bare, cleanly shaven pussy. She's already wet - her lips juicy and glistening, well-prepared from her earlier masturbation, and at the top of her mound her clit stands exposed and stiff with arousal.

Your eyes follow downwards, and you smirk at the way the generous cheeks of her ass squish into the mattress beneath her, and as much as you want to flip her over and bury your face between those gorgeous cheeks, you know that you have work to do.

Proving your point to Yuna means pleasing her entire body - beginning with the very tips of her meticulously manicured toes. She can't see you from her position, and she shivers with surprise at your starting point, as you take her right foot - as flawless and blemish-free as the rest of her - into your hands.

"I knew you were a weirdo," she murmurs, but you ignore her quip, carefully massaging the pads of your thumbs into the slope of her foot. You knead the ball of her foot with your fingers, and slowly raise her foot up higher as you bend down closer to her painted toes.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," you reply.

"As if - ah -" Yuna gasps as you kiss her first toe, and you smile to yourself as you feel it curl against your lips in response. You take care to give each digit its own kiss, and while Yuna is out of remarks as you reach the smallest of her toes, she does hold a breath as you lift her foot higher, giving you access to the sole, and allowing you to familiarise your tongue with its velvety texture.

You continue massaging and caressing her foot with your hands as you drag your tongue over the ball of her foot, up its arch, and towards her heel, indulging yourself in the soft, salty-sweetness of her skin.

You resist the urge to say 'I told you so' when she lets out a whimper as your tongue leaves her foot. You return your lips to her ankle, however, kissing your way up the long runway that is her slender leg.

It's much time spent, but no time wasted - how could it be wasted when your lips are pressed against her shin, or your tongue tickles underneath her knee, or you get your first, proper taste of her firm, muscled thighs.

Yuna's legs are as long as they are lovely, and it takes time to give them the attention they deserve - to give the right amount of gentle coaxing that makes her mewl and moan and sets Yuna's whole body on fire.

She adjusts her body as you make your way up her leg, trying to rush you through to the wet, pink treasure that lies at the end of your journey. But you take your time, ignoring her futile efforts to reach for the back of your head, desperately needing you to find her pussy with your tongue as soon as possible.

You plant kisses on her creamy-white thighs, and as if you entered some secret passcode with your lips, her thighs part even wider for you, giving you explicit access to her slick, inviting pussy.

Yuna sighs in relief as you move closer to her heat, and a pained moan escapes her lips as she feels your breath over her lips, only to be replaced with a whimper as you dodge her pussy and veer to her other thigh, latching on to her skin and tasting the dewy residue that lingers on her.

Kissing into the groove that separates her leg from her crotch puts you in range of her hands, and it's with a harsh yank that you're pulled by your hair back to her pussy.

Despite the momentary sting, you still grin when you see her face, as she lifts her neck up to lock eyes with you - eyes communicating need, lust, want - begging for more than what you're giving her.

"Like I said," you say, "anticipation."

You stay there, breathing on her mound, watching Yuna's face, emotions torn between doing what she swore to never do - admit you're right - and needing her pussy to be eaten by you.

Yuna makes up her mind and looks down on you, eyes wide and alluring, lips pursed in a pout, and she begs - "please."

The word is like a trigger, a simple request laden with sexual desire, leading you to breathe in her pussy, giving her a long, slow lick starting from the very bottom of her folds, and dragging your tongue up to the very tip of her clit, getting your first full, sweet taste of Yuna's hot, wet cunt.

"Oh, oh fuck!" Yuna moans, thighs squeezing tighter against your ears, pulling your face closer into her trembling folds, while raising her hips higher to push more of herself against your tongue.

You resist her urging, determined to take her at your own pace, gracing her with slow, purposeful, long licks. You gather all the juices that had lined her folds on your tongue, tasting each nook and cranny of her beckoning pussy, enjoying the quiver of her thighs on either side of your head as you drink in Yuna.

Yuna moans and gasps with each lick, with each kiss against her sensitive flesh, and you revel in the opportunity to tease out each agonising sigh from her pretty, pink lips.

"More," Yuna whispers in a hushed, desperate voice. "Please, I want it."

"You need to say it, Yuna," you say, far from done hearing Yuna say just how much she wanted you.

"I - I need it!" Yuna exclaims, "I need you to eat my pussy."

She's waited long enough, and you reward her accordingly - you snake a hand between her legs, carefully spreading apart her glossy pussy lips with your fingers, pulling back her hood and leaving her clit standing alone. You have intentionally been avoiding the centre of her arousal, but now you make it your sole focus, testing her with a light lick with just the tip of your tongue.

Yuna's legs wrap around your shoulders, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing to do but satiate your appetite with her pussy, pressing your lips to her mound and sucking on her needy clit.

"God - ah - yes!" Yuna cries out, as her fingers claw at your hair and her ankles lock behind your neck. You fall face-first into her cunt, suctioning your lips around her, working at a steady pace on her pussy, giving her more generous licks with your tongue, passionately frenching her folds and drinking in the sweet, tangy nectar that dribbles into your mouth.

Yuna disappears into her own world - she moans and writhes and squirms and you need to take hold of her thighs to keep her steady while you suck harder and harder on her swollen clit. She responds in kind, fucking herself against your tongue, grinding her hips onto your face, suffocating you with her drenched, delicious heat.

With each lick Yuna gets louder and louder, her body gets hotter, and from your vantage point between her luscious thighs, you spy an expression of true bliss painted on her face, as she hurtles towards her orgasm.

Still, your job isn't complete and in the corner of your eye you spot the gleam of the silver vibrator, previously discarded and nearly forgotten.

Unnoticed to Yuna, who's far too busy basking in the sensations your tongue is making her feel, you reach over and take the toy. She doesn't even hear its buzz when you switch it on, and it's only when your lips loosen from her clit, and your tongue leaves to explore further south that Yuna finally opens her mouth in protest, whimpering, "no - FUCK!"

Yuna throws her head back into the pillows, holding onto handfuls of your hair for dear life as you press the vibrator up against her clit, keeping the buzzing toy steady while you plunder her needy, soaking wet hole with your tongue.

Time barely passes but it's all too much and all too sudden, and she can't even last another second before her hips involuntarily rise off the mattress and she loses complete control of her own body, a slave to the rapturous elation you're making her feel.

"Th - that's it!" Yuna shouts, her voice bouncing off the walls until all you hear, all you taste, and all you know is her. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm actually - fuck - about to - FUCK!"

Yuna's thighs close in on you, sandwiching your head in their warmth, trapping your face up against the heat of her sopping wet pussy. You ride out her orgasm with her, keeping the vibrator pressed flush against her clit, while maintaining the pace of your tongue on her hot, slick flesh.

She shakes against you, her hips convulsing and rocking against your lips, loosening a steady stream of warm, sweet juices that freely flow onto your waiting, lapping tongue.

Her grip loosens on your head, her fingers slipping out from your hair and her arms carelessly swing outwards. She loses herself in the throes of her orgasm - a pillow flies off the bed, sailing over your shoulder and hitting the table next to you, sending half-finished bottles of soju tumbling over and rolling onto the carpet, spilling out their contents onto the floor.

She barely cares, barely even registers the fact, still trembling and quivering upon you, trying to endure the remaining waves of pleasure crashing over her tight body.

A long minute of heavy breathing and quiet whimpers pass, and Yuna manages to somewhat recover, allowing her legs to slip off your shoulders, and rediscovering her own voice.

"I didn't know," Yuna gasps, trying to catch her own breath, her hips twitching against you, smearing her wetness all over your chin. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

You chuckle to yourself, proud of your work, lifting your face from her pussy and licking off the juices that linger on your lips. You wipe the remainder off your chin with the back of your hand, taking a moment to examine its lustre, before licking that up as well, savouring the taste.

Yuna reaches for you, and you take her offered hand, helping yourself up to your feet and onto the bed with her. You crawl over her, posting your knees on either side of her thighs and your hands on either side of her shoulders.

You bring your face level with Yuna's - despite the fact that she just came on your face, she still looks so innocent, so demure, so much like the Yuna you know. Her cheeks are a bright rosy red, whether from the aftermath of her orgasm or the alcohol, or just plain shyness, you can't be sure, but it gives her an ethereal, other-worldly glow.

You want nothing more in the world than to kiss her, to take the lips that you realise you've spent years longing for - often fantasising about, but never imagining that they could actually be yours. You carefully brush a strand of hair from her face, leaning down and moving in to finally kiss her.

"Wait," Yuna stops you, reaching up for your face with both hands, cradling your cheeks in her palms. "I - I want you to know that you're my first."

You absorb her words, appreciating her admission, appreciating her willingness to cut through all the games, all the silliness, all the safeguards the two of you have used to protect your relationship and make herself vulnerable for you. "Tell me what you want, Yuna."

"I want you," Yuna breathes the magical words into existence, and you can't help but smile in response. "I want you to be my first. I've always wanted you."

Everything - every mixed feeling of friendship, of love, of lust, every ounce of tension that exists in the space between the two of you and has grown over the past few years - it all culminates in a kiss - a slow, gentle, sweet kiss.

Hands become tangled in hair, bodies are pressed together, and you become intimately aware of how sweet and wonderful Yuna tastes. A moan into your mouth and your lips part, breathing her in, deepening your kiss and letting her tongue seek its partner within your own mouth.

It's tender and loving and passionate, and it's through your kiss, through the dance of your tongues that you say all the things that you've ever wished you had said to each other.

She holds your face in her hands, pulling you closer to her, while you run your own hand up her body, tracing the curve of her waist, stopping when you take hold of the lining of her bra.

Her shirt and sports bra come off all at once - you carefully roll the clothing up and off her body, treating the reveal of her chest like some precious ceremony, needing to see more of her.

You break the kiss, avoiding her chasing lips to take in Yuna's unencumbered chest. Without the clothing in the way, you can truly appreciate the perfect shape of her breasts - small, firm, and round, tipped with dark chocolate nipples, already raised and taut and ready for your lips.

You do what you've only been able to dream of before, diving in on her dark, dusky nipples, greedily taking the stiff bud atop her right breast between your hungry lips, while taking her left into the palm of your hand - massaging, pulling and pinching.

Kissing turns to licking turns to sucking, and soon Yuna's gasping as you feast on her tight, needy nubs, tasting their pure deliciousness, committing the texture of Yuna's nipple on your tongue to memory.

You submerge yourself in her chest, haphazardly marking your territory, sucking and squeezing and licking, swapping from breast to breast, filling your mouth with as much of her as you could, while Yuna writhes beneath you, moaning beautiful cries of pleasure into your ear with every swirl of your tongue and graze of your teeth.

You're only stopped by Yuna bunching up your shirt into your hands and pushing you off her chest to hold you above her. Rather than make any effort with your buttons, Yuna simply rips your shirt apart, sending buttons sailing across the room.

It's her time to show her own hunger, her own greed for your body, pulling you back down to her and attacking your own chest with her tongue and her lips, kissing into your body and marking you as you did her. As her teeth brush against your own nipple, you grasp her shoulders, separating her from you and pinning her down into the mattress below.

Frenzied, torrid eyes mirror one another, and you voice the words you had been waiting to say all night.

"Yuna," you say, your voice raspy and low. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Do it," Yuna breathes, her hot breath tickling against your cheek. "Just - please - be gentle, okay?"

"Whatever you want, however you want." You lean down, pressing your lips to hers, sealing your promise to her with a kiss. "It's all yours."

"No," Yuna whispers back, "I'm all yours."

You kiss her again, throwing yourself back in immediately from where you left off, slipping your tongue back into her mouth and intertwining with hers. You help her take off your shirt, tossing it aside before you fall back into her waiting arms.

You manoeuvre around each other, naked bodies twisting into one, finding your way between her legs and positioning yourself between her thighs, resting your cock a hair's breadth away from the hot, slick lips of her pussy.

You continue your kisses onto her cheek, down the curve of her jaw, finding your way to her ear to whisper your final instruction - "put it in."

You wait for her, needing her to be the one to take the lead - she has to be the one to cross that final threshold and take your cock for her own.

Yuna grasps your shaft, and you gasp as she runs her hand down your length from tip to base, wrapping her fingers around you and giving you a long, slow pump, and aiming the head of your cock at her dripping entrance.

Your eyes remain on her face the whole time, watching as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth to release a breathless moan, pulling you into her, drawing you past her plump, wet, lips and into her waiting, juicy pussy.

Yuna is hot and wet and perfect, but most of all she is tight. As wet for you as she already is, even with your cock barely inside her, you know she is by far the tightest girl you've ever been with.

You need to take it agonisingly slow - need to feed her pussy every inch of your cock bit by bit, let her mould herself around your length, let her walls ripple and close around your shaft. Like with her mouth, Yuna adapts her pussy to you, generously lathering your cock with her juices, wrapping you in a silky embrace that's so easy to sink into.

Yuna sets the pace, closing her legs behind you, squeezing her thighs against your hips, and drawing you in deeper and deeper inside her. With each additional inch Yuna's whimpers rise in pitch, and it's through your soft kisses into her neck that you let her know it's okay for her to take her time.

It gives you the opportunity to relish every moment, to feel the intimacy of having her so close to you, wrapped around you and pressed against your body, to truly experience the divine depths of Yuna's pussy.

Her whimpers in your ear soon turn into full, loud moans, and it's when you finally, triumphantly, fully impale her on your cock that Yuna loses all sense of self and cries out your name - not your nickname, not Romeo, not an insult, not a taunt, but your name - and you swear you've never heard a sound more beautiful than your name leaving her lips.

Yuna's eyes snap open and go wide - both from being so totally filled for the first time, and in surprise at herself that she let your name so shamelessly slip from her lips.

You lift your head up, releasing a breath you weren't even aware you’ve been holding, and search for Yuna's eyes, asking her, "you okay?"

She smiles up at you - a smile filled with affection, love, satisfaction - telling you all you need to know. "Yes… It - it feels good. I just didn't expect it to feel this big inside me. I've thought about this so many times but I never thought it would feel like this."

Yuna shifts her hips around you, sinking into the feeling of being so completely filled for the very first time, moaning softly as she grinds her hips against you, letting you know she's ready for more.

"I'm better than okay," Yuna whispers. "Please - keep going. Make love to me."

You give her a small nod, carefully drawing your hips back, trying your best to withstand the feeling of her pussy desperately grasping onto you as you pull your cock out of her. You only take out a few inches at first before you push back into her, fucking her at slow, loving pace, letting her adjust to your length, letting her pussy get wetter and wetter, get more used to taking you to the hilt and having you fill her.

Yuna moans with each entry and gasps with each exit, her hips raise to meet you with each thrust, and you feel every squeeze, every clench of her tight walls around you, as you do your best to stretch her out around your thick girth. Every pump into her perfect body gets easier and easier, every stroke longer and deeper, and before long you're fucking her to a steady beat.

The pleasure is almost mind-numbing - each thrust is better than the last, your only disappointment is that you can't see your shaft disappear again and again into her incredible pussy. You're both still so sensitive - Yuna from just having orgasmed, and you from spending the past hour on the edge of your own - and it makes everything feel so unreal - it makes Yuna feel so unreal.

"It's so good - God - so good!" Yuna gasps. "But you can - you can fuck me hard - ah!"

You slam your hips into her before she can finish her sentence, penetrating her completely and fucking her down and into the mattress. You try your best to reach the deepest parts of her pussy, only letting your cock slip out halfway before you drive back into her body with enough force that the bed starts to buckle and creak beneath you.

You don't fuck her faster - not yet - you just maintain the steady rhythm of your hips crashing into her body again and again and again, drawing out a slew of words that you have never thought in your wildest dreams could possibly come out of Yuna's lips.

"Oh - Oh God! That's so fucking deep," Yuna cries out. "Just like that - ah - stretch me out just like that - fuck!"

Her words spur you, driving you mad with lust and need for more of her body. You shift yourself up, letting go of her body and posting your hands on either side of her shoulders into a half push-up, giving you the perfect angle and leverage to fuck your cock down and into her.

Her whole body is rocked each time your hips meet - delighting you with the bounce of her small, perfectly round breasts, shaking with each thrust of your cock into her, and with the up and down flickering of her stiff, glistening nipples, still wet and marked with your saliva.

You reach up with your hand, squeezing her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples, pinching and groping at her chest, wantonly having your way with Yuna's body.

"Fuck!" Yuna exclaims. "I've wanted this for so long. All those girls - those bitches - "

Yuna grabs your face with her hands, turning your face to hers and making sure you're looking in her eyes. She's the perfect contradiction of filth and purity, beautiful features twisted in serene pleasure, unmatched visuals voicing the lewdest thoughts.

"They were right to be jealous of me," Yuna declares. "Now fuck me faster - more - please!"

Your pace picks up - her pussy is wet enough, has covered your cock with enough of her juices that you can glide in and out of her with increasing ease. She settles into the rhythm of your fucking, encouraging you with her whimpers and moans and gasps, losing herself in the overwhelming sensations you're making her feel.

Yuna's movements beneath you grow wilder and unrestrained - she kisses into your neck, whispers sweet nothings into your ear, desperately roams your back with her hands. You've had your fair sure of partners before - partners who had wanted it rough, or who had wanted it hard or fast, or wanted nothing more than a quick orgasm - but with Yuna it's different. It's at once filthy and loving, a true feeling of someone matching you on both a primal and intimate level, of being joined with someone, of experiencing every single ounce of pleasure your bodies had to offer each other.

It’s like her pussy was made for you, moulded specifically around your cock, built to drive you wild with it’s impossible tightness, blazing heat, and unending wetness.

"God… Oh God," Yuna gasps in your ear, "oh God that feels so good! So God-damn good inside me!"

Her hands clasp behind your neck, snatching you up and pulling you down into her, burying her sweat-covered forehead into your neck and pressing her tight, heavenly body up against yours, desperately doing everything she can to have as much of you joined with her as possible.

"That - that feels so fucking good. I can - oh God - I can feel all of you. "

Your pace builds and builds, and your hands feel for her - feel the curves of her waist, the ridges of her stomach, the softness of her breasts - and you kiss and lick at her neck, her cheek, her lips - receiving her sighs and moans as you devour Yuna with your hands and your tongue.

"As fast as you want - you can - fuck - you can do whatever you want with me."

You do as she says, hooking your hands onto the back of her shoulders and thrusting up and into her without restraint. You do as you want, savouring her, leaving her no more room to adapt, only to experience, to quiver and tremble beneath you, to give herself over to you as you fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, in and out and in and out of her incredibly tight, wet pussy.

Yuna flexes herself around you, tensing her muscles, squeezing around you as you penetrate her, making sure you feel the embrace of her slick walls around your cock as you fuck her with all the strength you have in your body.

"God - yes - fuck yes! I need - I want you so bad! I want your body - I want your cock." Yuna's words are no longer simple pleas, instead desperate demands, lustful desires that you're more than happy to fulfil. "I want your cum - I want to make you cum - I've wanted it for so damn long."

You can only muster grunts and groans in response, all your effort and mental focus devoted to the sole task of giving Yuna the fucking that she deserved.

"Why do you think I bought those toys? I fuck myself on that dildo thinking of you - but I should've known it doesn't even come close to the real - ah - fucking - ah - thing!"

It's her moans, mixed in with the slapping of skin to skin, and the sound of your cock bathing itself in the juices of her pussy that is enough to send you over the edge, to drive you to fuck her with every last bit of energy you have while you can still hold yourself back from your inevitable climax.

"I'm gonna -" Yuna tries to speak but can't even finish her own words before they're overtaken by her gasps and moans. You're no better - you can only acknowledge her attempt with a grunt, drunk on the feeling of her arms and legs coiling around you tighter, her warm, wet walls clenching and her whole body giving itself over to your cock.

She's so, so close - her back arches, her body possessed by her own pleasure, lifting itself up and pressing her nakedness against you. It's then that she lets go, doing away with the idea of holding on for any longer - letting her oncoming orgasm wash over her, letting it rock her being and overwhelming her with pleasure - her face twisting in pained bliss, her body turning hot, and her pussy gushing around you.

"So good," Yuna says, her breaths becoming moans becoming words, repeating over and over in a declaration of pleasure. "So good - so good - it's - SO- FUCKING - GOOD!"

Her heels dig into your back, forcing you into a harsh thrust deep into her quivering, shaking cunt, and sending a shock of pleasure throughout your body that becomes far too much for even you to handle. It's enough to push you to the brink, to pull you into joining her in bliss, and it's one excruciatingly delightful squeeze of her walls around you that forces your own orgasm forth, drawing the first thick stream of hot cum straight into the depths of her pussy.

She pulses and tightens around you as you throb and spasm within her, matching her orgasm for orgasm - your cum lining the walls of her pussy as her juices continue to flow freely around your waist - your two bodies intensifying and magnifying the pleasure taken from each other.

Through the haze of your own orgasm you manage to glimpse the beautiful visage of Yuna lost in the throes of her pure ecstasy - her eyes shut, lost in a world of her own satisfaction, and her mouth frozen open - a soft, warm exhale where an endless moan used to be.

The two of you remain as one for several more glorious seconds, your every burst of semen into her answered by the trembles of her body around you, filling her to the brim with cum and cock, until finally, every drop of your cum and every drop of her juices is entirely expended, pooling in the very place where your two bodies meet.

Your cock stays buried inside her warmth as the last vestiges of your respective orgasms fade away, leaving the two of you breathless, naked and vulnerable in each other's arms.

Eventually you roll to your side, with Yuna following after you, settling on top of you, draping a leg over your thighs and an arm over your chest. You hug her close, holding her as if she would float away if you let go.

You both need time to come down from the high of your fucking - Yuna herself remains silent against you, save for her heavy, laboured breaths, completely exhausted and overstimulated. She's never looked so small to you as she does now, nestled against your chest, so comfortable in your arms as if it’s where she was always meant to be.

She summons enough strength to lift her head, opening her wide, brown eyes to meet yours. Seeing her then - bathed in the lovely afterglow of sex, looking absolutely angelic - makes you wonder how you went so long without ever being with her in the first place.

You kiss her - the most natural thing to do, the only thing to do - and confirm that yes, the unreal beauty in your arms is real. The kiss is soft and sweet, her perfect lips lightly brushing against yours, her tongue gently caressing your own. You can feel her lips turn upwards into a smile as she kisses you, and you know it would be impossible to hold back your own stupid grin.

It's with a small giggle that she breaks your kiss, nuzzling her head against your chest while she looks down at the lasting evidence of your sex around your waists and on the bed below.

"God, you really made a mess of me, Romeo," Yuna murmurs dreamily into your chest.

'Mess' is the last word you would use to describe Yuna, but you still take your own peek at the very obvious stains on the bedsheets beneath you, as well as the spilled soju bottles now sprawled across the bedroom's carpet. The room is filled with the mixed aromas of soju and sex, and you know it’ll take more than an open window to rid the bedroom of the smell.

Yuna kisses your skin over where your heart is, tickling your chin with her hair as she does. Her kisses are soft and cute and loving, in the same way that Yuna is all those things and more, and she only stops when a thought suddenly occurs to her, and she lifts her head and look back up at you again.

"Oh," she says.

"What?"

"This isn't my bed."

"What?" You ask.

Yuna giggles once again, before answering, "Lia is going to be so mad when she sees this. Oh well! Future Yuna's problem. But we should probably at least attempt to clean up."

"It is getting late," you say.

"Stay," Yuna says, not giving you the chance to even dare suggest that you leave her side. "You’re staying with me tonight."

You kiss her on her forehead reassuringly, and even now you’re not putting up a fight against Yuna’s whims. Still, you glance in the direction of the bathroom, just outside the door. "Then how about a shower?"

"Together?" Yuna proposes, the implication so thick in her voice that you start to crumble all over again. "You wash my back, I'll wash yours?"

Yuna excitedly unravels herself from you, slipping out of your grasp and rising from the bed, standing before you in her full, glorious nakedness. You stare at her, mentally reminding yourself that yes, you did just have sex with the perfect, slim, tight idol before you, and that yes, that is your cum, thick and white and viscous, running down her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Yuna asks, her voice bringing you out of your reverie.

"Remembering this," you reply, and Yuna extends a hand to you, helping you up from the bed, and bringing you with her to the bathroom.

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"Argh! What the - " You exclaim as something hits you in the face, forcing you awake. You open your eyes just in time to catch Yuna drawing her foot back to kick you in the face.

"Come on, I thought you liked this sort of stuff?" She teases, stamping her foot onto your cheek, sending you rolling across the bed. "Hurry up and get out of my house, Romeo."

"Fuck, okay!" You say, but Yuna keeps poking you with her foot, to the point where you have to tumble out of the bed to escape her prods.

"I'll give you five minutes to get dressed and then we both have to be out of here," Yuna says, already leaving the room. "Unlike you, I have to work, and I definitely don't trust you enough to be alone in our dorm, so chop chop!"

You rub your bleary eyes, adjusting your vision to the sunlight seeping through the window and directly onto your face. You scan the room for your clothes - your shirt is crumpled in a corner, your pants are hanging from a bed post, and your socks are suspiciously missing and presumably lost forever in the mess that is Yuna's room.

If you were slightly more coherent, you would make a quip about how disorganised she is, but instead you just grumble and get to your feet and start picking up your clothes.

It's when you're putting on your pants that you spot Yuna leaning on the bedroom door frame, watching you with a small smile.

"Just enjoying the view," she giggles, making you suddenly aware of your own nakedness. "Nothing I haven't seen before, anyway."

"Yeah," you say, far too tired and a little too hungover to feel any sense of shame. Plus, she was right - she had seen more than enough of you last night. Yet that still didn't stop her ogling.

"Anyway, I don't have time to waste," Yuna says, more to herself than anything, before adding, "I'll message you when I'm done with my schedule today."

"Right."

"Make sure you pick someplace nice," she continues. "And wear something better than that. Maybe try a haircut too."

"Uh - what?"

"For our first date, dummy."

"Our first - " you start. "You're not allowed to date."

"I never said that," she says. "I may have let you believe it, but I never said it."

"Then why - "

"Because I like you, idiot."

You have no idea what to say to that - have no idea what to even think. Of course you like her - but... But what?

Yuna doesn't give you any time to sort out your thoughts or your feelings, and steps across the room towards you. You can't help the thumping of your heart, nor the lump in your throat, or your shortness of breath, you can only stand still as your friend - the girl you've loved longer than you have even been aware of yourself - approaches you.

It could just be a trick of the light, but you swear she’s never looked so good, and you feel like you're truly seeing her for the first time. Were her eyes always so bright? Did her smile always make your heart race? Was she always so beautiful?

Yuna theatrically sweeps her long, dark hair over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly, and asks - "how do I look?"

You blink, and try to think of something to say that isn't totally stupid. "Uh - "

"That good, huh?" Yuna smirks, leaning even closer to you. She even smells incredible.

Yuna places her right hand on your cheek, while snaking her left her hand onto your waist. She stands on the tips of her toes, leaning forward to press her lips against yours, giving you what feels like will be the first of many of these kinds of kisses.

She holds her lips against yours for a precious few seconds, enough for you to wrap your arms around her back and keep her with you for just that little bit longer.

Reluctantly, you let the kiss reach its natural end, and Yuna falls back on the heels of her feet.

She starts to separate from you, letting herself out of your grasp, but it’s then when you both simultaneously become aware of your cock, having itself just woken up from its slumber.

“Ah, that’s -” you say, floundering to find an innocent explanation for your morning wood.

Yuna stops you, and a smile grows on her face, spreading into a dangerous, lustful grin. "I guess I could be talked into being late today, Romeo."

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Obsidian - Chapter 4

A smut anthology, set in the Stained Glass Windows universe.

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Hi friends!

It's been a minute since I updated this one!! So I thought I'd write some Saturday smut for you!!

This is set after the flashback in Chapter 16 of Stained Glass Windows, and is post Emily having to go undercover/flirt with the Viper!

I hope you like this, and would like to know what you think <3

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Words: 3k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

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Emily sighs happily as they step into their hotel room, leaning against the wall to slip off her heels, letting them drop to the floor before she walks over to the bed. She flops down onto it and groans, blowing her hair out of her face as she lays down.

“I’m glad we aren’t going home until tomorrow,” she says, resting on her elbows so she is looking at Aaron. She smiles as she watches him double-check the lock on the door before he straightens up her shoes, tidying them away without even really thinking about it, “I think if I’d had to listen to Dave snoring all the way home after today I think I would have killed him.”

She felt on edge, a strange mix of restlessness and exhaustion rolling through her. She could still feel the Viper’s gaze on her, his not-at-all disguised want for her making her feel nauseous as she smiled through it, flirting back in a way that made her skin crawl. She knew she needed an evening with Aaron, to spend time alone with him and relax in his company.

Aaron chuckles and walks over to join her on the bed. He sits next to her and places his hand on her leg, squeezing the muscle of her thigh, letting his fingers sneak under the hem of her black dress.

“You okay?” He asks, concern for her lingering under his skin. He knew she could handle herself, that she’d never been in any real danger with the Viper, but he still hated that she’d been put in that position.

She hums, “Well, I’m still considering getting rid of this dress,” she says, scrunching her nose up in disgust, “And I want to stand in the shower until I can no longer feel him looking at me, but I’m okay,” she says, sitting up properly so she can press a kiss to his cheek, lipstick she’d worn to help her get information out of another man left against his skin. She reaches out and rubs it away, a shiver going down her spine at the slight roughness of his skin, the first sign of the stubble he’d shave away every morning letting itself be known, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he assures her, grabbing her hand from his cheek and kissing it before he links their fingers together, “Can I ask you something?”

She nods, “Always.”

He smiles and then clears his throat, carefully picking his words before he says them, a comment she’d made earlier as she changed into the black dress she was now wearing still floating around in his head.

“What did you mean when you said you’d dated guys worse than the Viper?”

She pauses for a moment before she chuckles dryly, pulling away from him just enough to look at him properly. She presses her lips together before she blows out a breath, just the thought of her dating history enough to make her cheeks flush with something close to embarrassment.

“Let’s just say, the people I dated before we got together weren’t great,” she says, her eyes drifting down to their joint hands, “I kind of had this habit of looking for love in all the wrong places,” she adds, a half smile on her face as she looks back up at him, “Some would say I still do given that I’m currently dating my boss.”

He smiles and leans forward, his lips soft and delicate against hers for a moment, “I think you got it right this time.”

She kisses him, the hand that isn’t linked with his curling around the back of his neck, her nails scratching across his scalp. She chases him as he pulls back, her lips stamping against his again before she smiles at him.

“I think I got it right too,” she bites her lower lip as she looks at him intently. He wanted to ask more questions, she knew that, but she also knew he wouldn’t. He always tried to strike the balance between knowing as much about her as possible, storing away facts and information like he was starved for it, and giving her space. He knew her privacy was important to her, but she found herself wanting to tell him everything, to share every single thing about herself with him, knowing that whatever she told him he’d guard as closely as he did his own secrets, “The worst of them was this guy called Jeremy.”

He squeezes her hand tightly, “Em, sweetheart, you don’t have to-”

“It’s okay,” she says, rubbing her thumb back and forth over his wrist as she cuts him off, “I dated him for about 8 months,” she says, shaking her head at herself, “It was just after I moved to the mid-west, he was an agent too. He was a total jerk,” she laughs humourlessly, “But he was handsome and showed interest and…I’d just given my mother some of my liver and it hadn’t changed anything between us,” she blows out a steady breath, “And I think I just wanted someone to want me.”

He feels fury lick at his insides, a mix of anger towards a man who’d hurt her in a way he didn’t even know about yet and jealousy making his stomach roll, “What happened?”

She smacks her lips together, “He cheated on me with someone else at work. I actually walked in on them together,” she rolls her eyes at her past self, at the naivety she’d always told herself she’d never fall victim to that had allowed her to ignore he signs, “She was wearing my robe that I’d left at his place.”

“That bastard,” he says, the words forced through his teeth as he shakes his head. She smiles at him, adoration radiating out of her face as she lifts their joint hands to her lips and kisses his knuckles.

“Honey, it was a long time ago,” she says, her smile wry as his eyes meet hers, “I’m over it. It never would have lasted anyway.”

“Did you love him?” He asks, the question escaping before he can really think about it, and he regrets it the moment he sees her eyebrows furrow together, the jealous undertone of his words hanging in the air around them.

For a moment, she isn’t sure how to answer so they sit in silence as she tries to figure it out. In the end, she settles on just telling him the truth, something that had never failed her with him before.

“At the time I would have said I did,” she says, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, “But…now I know how I feel about you, how much I love you, and whatever I felt for him doesn’t even come close in comparison,” she has to suppress a smile when she sees the tightness to his jaw, the barely concealed jealousy simmering under his skin, and she clears her throat, raising her eyebrows at him when he looks at her, “Before you get too jealous, honey, I think it’s best to remember I literally see your ex once a week and she’s very much a part of our lives and always will be. As far as I know, Jeremy lives in Michigan.”

He nods and squeezes her hand, the tight jealousy in his chest easing slightly. She was constantly proving how much braver she was than him, even when it came to their relationship with Haley. Just the thought of her having loved someone before had made him tense, but she lived with the reality he’d loved someone else every day. She loved his son as if he were her own, something that made him feel warm at the prospect of one day having a child with her.

He places his hand on her thigh and squeezes before he touches the hem of her dress, rubbing the soft material between his thumb and forefinger, “It would be a shame to get rid of this dress,” he says, his smile soft and teasing, “I like it.”

She hums, “I liked it too,” she replies, scrunching her nose up in disgust, “But now all I can think about is Viper and the way he looked at me in it,” she says, her breath catching in her throat as his hand trail up under the dress, his fingers a barely there touch as they ghost further up their leg, “It’s ruined.”

Aaron can’t help but smile at how breathless she sounds all of a sudden at the barest of touches, pride and desire swelling in his chest as he leans in and kisses her cheek, shifting until his lips reach her ear, his breath skipping across her skin.

“Let’s see if we can change your mind,” he says huskily, the gravel in his voice making her briefly squeeze her legs together in response, trapping his hand in between them, “Give the dress better memories.”

She grabs his face in her hands, a palm on each cheek as she kisses him deeply, her tongue licking through his mouth as she pulls him closer, her arms tight around his neck. He moves just as quickly, his hands on her waist as he manoeuvres her further up the bed, one of her legs curling around his back as they move as one.

He pulls back when the need for air overrides his need to kiss her, his lips shifting across her skin to her cheek and then her jaw. He kisses down her throat, smiling against her skin when he feels more than he hears her gasp when he bites at her collarbone. He moves his hands from her waist and pulls her dress down, freeing her arms from the top of it and sliding the material down to expose her bra. He groans at the sight of it, the dark green lace against her skin enough to make him shift his hips against hers, desperate for some relief.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, licking her nipple through her bra before he pushes the cup down, exposing her heated skin to the cool air of the room, “And all mine.”

“Fuck,” she gasps as he goes between sucking and biting her breast, soothing any marks he leaves behind with his tongue afterwards as he shifts down her body. She just about reminds herself that the others are on the same floor as them, that they were all only a few rooms away from each other, but any thought of keeping quiet is gone the moment he settles in between her legs, pushing her dress upwards to reveal a pair of dark green lace underwear that matches the bra perfectly.

“I love this underwear,” he grunts against her, his lips pressing into her thigh and she nods even though he can’t see her, swallowing thickly before she responds.

“I know,” she says, “That’s why I wore it, I knew no matter what I’d be coming home to you.”

He growls, the sound lost against her thigh as he sinks his teeth into it, creating new bruises over old ones he’d left behind, a pattern of his love tattooed against her skin. He moves, pressing soft kisses on her leg until he reaches the apex of her thighs, groaning as he presses his nose against the soft, wet heat he can feel through the lace of her underwear.

“You smell so fucking good,” he says, his hands rough on her hips as he slides her underwear down her legs, throwing them over his shoulder to a corner in the room, “Everything about you is so fucking perfect.”

She whimpers as he licks through her, her grip on his hair so tight she briefly worries she might tear some of it out, her words stolen as he slowly starts to build her up, using his expert knowledge of her body to draw pleasure out of her. She knows him well enough to know he’s doing it on purpose, that he’s reminding her that she belongs to him. She knows she should hate it, that she should be annoyed that what had happened with the Viper combined with the brief mention of her ex had led to this display of possession, but she isn’t. She can’t bring herself to be.

Especially because she knew she was no better. Haley had recently placed her hand on Aaron’s arm as they laughed about something together, a simple touch that she’d likely done a thousand times or more over the years, but it had driven Emily almost insane with jealousy. As soon as Jack and Haley were gone she’d led Aaron to the couch and had his pants down before he even knew what was happening.

He can tell she’s getting close, her moans breathier as she rolls her hips against his face. He pushes her thighs further apart to give him better access and then slips two fingers inside of her, smirking against her as she immediately clenches around him. He looks up at her as his other hand travels up her body and he grasps at her breast, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Fuck, Aaron,” she gasps, her head falling back against the mattress, breaking their eye contact as she feels her thigh start to tremble, pleasure building in her belly to the point where it was almost painful, “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” he says, increasing the speed of his fingers, the sound of it almost obscene in the otherwise quiet room, “Come.”

She covers her mouth as she tips over the edge, just about capturing her scream as pleasure burns through her entire body, every nerve ending alight with it as she shakes beneath him. He holds her down, his palm on her belly as he works her through it, and she feels her hips twitch as she starts to come down, her body still tingling by the time she’s able to open her eyes.

When she looks at him, he’s already got his belt undone and his pants unzipped, pushed down to his knees with his boxers. He’s hard to the point where it looks almost painful, everything about him tense as he steps back towards the bed. He grabs her ankle and tugs her towards him, swallowing her yelp as he leans down and kisses her, still standing at the edge of the bed as she wraps her legs around his waist.

He rubs himself up and down her, smiling as she moans, impatience somehow threaded through the sound as she digs her heel into his bare ass.

“Aaron, I swear to go-”

She’s cut off and her eyes roll back as he pushes into her, the stretch of him something that still took her breath away every time, made her feel like he was carving a space for him deep inside of her. He grabs the material of her dress, bunched up around her waist now, for leverage, using it to thrust into her even deeper, making her gasp and look at him, the desire in his eyes enough to make her skin flush with something close to embarrassment.

Even 6 months in she wasn’t used to it. Wasn’t used to how much he loved her, how much he wanted her. He treated her like she was something precious, like she was a treasure he’d found and cared for. There were moments when she worried it was all too good to be true, that it couldn’t last, but she trusted him with her heart, which is something she didn’t think she’d ever done before.

They take their time with each other, drawing the pleasure out as long as they can. She has no idea how much time passes, the only sound in the room their gentle whimpers of each other's names mixed in with the slap of his skin against hers.

She rolls her hips against him, smiling when he groans, and she pulls him in for a kiss, the action lost as his leaning down changes the angle, making him impossibly deeper. She holds him close, her forehead pressed against his as she once again feels herself getting close.

She doesn’t have to tell him, he already knows, and he reaches between them, his thumb gentle against her clit as he encourages her over the edge again, his lips against hers as he swallows the moan that escapes. He follows shortly after, his hips speeding up against hers as she gets impossibly tight around him, his breath stolen from his chest as he releases a punched-out groan as he comes deep inside of her.

He rests his forehead against hers as they both come down from their highs, and her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She kisses him, her hand gentle at his cheek as she holds him in place, as if he’d move if he could. She smiles as she pulls back and he pushes her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“What?” He asks, his smile wide, dimples she loves carved into his cheeks.

She chuckles, “Nothing, I saw just thinking maybe this dress isn’t too bad,” she says, shifting to see it bunched around her waist, wrinkled and damp with sweat, stuck to her like a second skin, she raises her eyebrow when she looks back up at him, “It definitely needs to go to the dry cleaners though.”

He laughs, loud and booming and full of nothing but love, “I’ll take it there myself sweetheart.”

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manlywitch · 2 years

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ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒʷ?

🫎Random bakugou smut... I'm down bad for him... And yanderes...

🫎Type of reader: sub Uke male reader.

🫎Pairing: yandere Bakugou Katsuki X male reader.

🫎Type: (NSFW) smut🔞

🫎Yandere themes

🫎Non-con (I normally don't do this but I was in the mood to write this..)

🫎Prompt: Bakugou finds out you were trying to escape him obviously angering him, now he's taking it out on your insides.

🫎If you feel uncomfortable with these kinda situations/subjects please don't read it, I don't want to make you guys uncomfortable.

🫎Everyone's 18+ in this.

🫎Surprisingly long smut part I'm proud.

🫎Kinks: bondage, overstimulation.

Proofread? : ❌

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He grabs the head of your cock squeezing down so you can't cum, you whimper as your orgasm gets denied.

The stretch burns, making you feel lightheaded and sick, barely able to hold yourself up if it wasn’t for Katsuki’s strong hands holding your body in place.“I can’t- please - I can’t- s-stop please... ” You babble away, mindless and pathetic, just how Katsuki likes it. This made him fall for you even more. Good job..

Even though you can barely handle it, you have to do this, whether you like it or not. And Katsuki had all the right to do so...He says, because you tried to leave him, you should be ashamed of yourself, right?...

{ You got yourself into this....After all...Why would you think you could leave him? Idiot.♡}

He chuckes, and you feel the vibrations through your body. You whine and choke on the thick air before letting yourself fall onto his chest, engulfed by Katsuki’s protective hug, this is his sign to know that you love him back.

He groans as his animalistic pace slows down, so does the grip on one side your hips get loosened up.

He looks at your face, your sobbing as your hands that were previously cut open with a nail when you tried to open the window were tied up to the bedpost. "I'll leave you like this...Then my little boy can't escape...Hm?" You sob as his pace fastens up again making your eyes close wanting this to be over.

You didn't want to receive any kind of pleasure from this freak, his maroon red eyes always glaring at you if you did something 'wrong' or 'bad' in his opinion, this 'bad behavior' then later got handled in this way by using your body as his personal sex toy.

He groans as his pace gets sloppy as he looks you in the eyes your <e/c> eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying.

He cramps up as he shoots his load into you, your gummy red walls painted a white colour.

He pulls out of your ass and looks at your crying and shaking form.

He smiles a sickening smile finding joy in you being marked up and in 'pleasure' just because of him.

He smirks as you let out a sigh of relieve happy it's done. Maybe you can even cum now...If he let's go of your cock then..Why can't he let go of your cock? ....

"You really think I was done? How adorable, doll..." he rams his cock back into your ass his cum going deeper into your ass as he fucks your ass hard. His cock thrusts at a painfully hard pace.

It was sickening, you wish you were back home where you would wake up next to your actual boyfriend and go to your job and have a peaceful life.

Now you had to live with this disgusting man, his intentions never seemed pure or good...

You thought by now that your boyfriend must've found another partner and keeps living his life like it was with you...Just like your other family members...Right?

Well...Not exactly...What you didn't know is that there's a crawling space....A great hiding place for bodies..Right?

As Katsuki kept fucking into you hard you didn't notice that he was holding a knife...

And he for sure will use it if you don't obey..

You felt a harsh stinging feeling in your arm...

You choked out as more sobs escaped your body, your head constantly hitting the headboard of the bed as Katsuki wasn't holding onto you anymore...

You looked at Katsuki who was glaring at you. " Pay attention to me" he put the knife away and grabbed your hip again.

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He groans as he came again, his cum squirted out of your ass as it was stuffed full of his white liquid.

He pulled out and looked at you.

You layed there, your <s/t> skin littered in purple and red marks, your eyes puffy and lifeless and your hair greasy and messy from the lack of care.

Did I already mention that...Katsuki followed you around the house everywhere and whenever he left he would tie you up? Yeah...No way you were gonna shower around him.

He pulls his hand away from the head of your cock, as soon as he did that your load bursted.

White ropes of cum squirting out of your cock as you moan your eyes closed as you finally have a moment where he isn't touching you.

As soon as you were done and came down from your high he stroked your cheek.

You were annoyed by that antic but couldn't do much since your hands were tied up.

....You wanted to bite off his fucking finger.

He pulled away and looked at you before turning off the light and cuddling onto you.

The sun rised up illuminating your hickey and scar littered body in sunlight.

Katsuki woke up and whispered in your ears.

"Promise me you never leave me? Do you love me now....?"

Did you guys like it? Rate it in the discussion from 1/10 please... I really need tips or something..

This was the first time trying to write a yandere story I hope I did well!

Bye guys, see you in the next story!

#bottom male reader #bakugou x male reader #male yandere x male reader #mha x male reader

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innytoes · 4 months

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33 for callexie (caleb/alex/willie)? ;D

Willie had the perfect plan, okay? It didn't matter that maybe he'd taken one too many Benadryl. He was sure Tomorrow Willie would absolutely agree with his flawless decision making skills.

Like that time he painted his entire kitchen red. Like sure, the next day he'd been kind of confused, but then a week later he tripped while holding a bowl of tomato soup and you couldn't even see the stains! Benadryl Willie was brilliant.

So of course he wouldn't regret crawling across the fire escape, jimmying open the window of his very cute neighbours' place, and all but throwing himself and his laptop (very important!) through.

"Oh hey, you're having dinner, perfect!" Willie beamed at the surprised faces. The lights were all off, except for some candles on the table, which was perfect. That would mean they could see his presentation all the better.

Alex looked positively angelic in the candlelight, his eyes wide and his hair like liquid gold. The shadows made Caleb's jaw look even more perfect, and his eyes seemed to be sparkling with amusement. Probably amusement, right? Willie was a funny guy. Which was point seven!

Focus.

"Anyway, you can keep eating while you listen," he said, dragging over one of the bar stools from the kitchen to their table. He propped the laptop on top, flipping it open so they could see the first slide.

"Anyway here is my Powerpoint on why you should date me," he started, jabbing the button. The first slide wooshed away with a fun sound effect. "Number one, I am very pretty. Case in point." He clicked again, and some shirtless selfies appeared.

"What the hell is happening," Alex whispered.

"Point one b, I also have very pretty and pettable hair. And abs. Unless I just ate pizza or something." The next slide showed off both. "And a cute butt." He hadn't been able to take a proper picture of that, but he turned a little so they could see his butt anyway. "See?"

"Let him finish, darling, he obviously put work into this," Caleb whispered back.

"Thank you," Willie said, before clearing his throat. "Point Two. You both keep inviting me over to dinner and smiling at me and when we bump into each other in the hall we can talk like forever and we just seem to click and vibe.'

The last slide with his abs disappeared, replaced by one that said VIBES in comic sans. Because that was supposed to be the most easy to read font out there. Or something.

"Number three, I am an excellent boyfriend. I will remember your birthday and get you flowers except I won't because I know Alex is allergic but I'm learning how to make origami flowers except don't tell Alex that it's a surprise for his birthday which by the way is July 19th," he rambled. He clicked the button again, because he was pretty sure there were more reasons he was a good boyfriend.

"Oh, right! I make a mean breakfast in bed and also I totally believe in fair division of labour meaning I will do the dishes because I know Caleb secretly hates them because they make his hands wrinkly but also you can't just put wine glasses in the dishwasher."

"You're absolutely right," Caleb agreed.

"Don't encourage him!" Alex hissed.

"Point... um..." He clicked the power point again. "Five. Right. I am amazing in bed. Ten out of ten ex boyfriends agree. Or they would if I had ten. I have four. They're all great, except for Joey Keaton, but I never slept with him anyway because we were both twelve and he dumped me because I wouldn't give him my shiny Charizard Pokemon card."

A picture of his shiny Pokemon Card, which he still owned (suck it Joey!) popped up on the screen.

"You skipped point four," Alex pointed out, and Willie blinked. He went back a slide. Then forward again. Then back.

"Okay point four is your eyes are very pretty and I want to kiss you," he said resolutely. "Anyway point six! If you date me you will always have a tie breaker. If you can't pick a restaurant? TIE BREAKER! Not sure what movie to watch? Tie breaker! Also you need like three people to play Twister which is also very important. Point seven is I'm very funny and eight is... oh that's a picture of the raccoon who comes by the dumpster sometimes to see if there's pizza. We're friends. He can vouch for me. Point nine is I'm great in bed and also very cute."

Was it just him or was the room getting all spinny? He swayed a little, and Caleb caught his arm.

"You're strong," he said, smiling. "That's not a point, though. I mean it's a point on why I wanna date you, but I didn't get to that PowerPoint yet."

"Why don't you sit down," Caleb said, gently settling him down in his chair. Alex looked even prettier from across the table.

"You're even prettier from this angle," he told Alex.

"I- thank you?" Alex said. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy!" Willie said. Oh man, this food smelled so good. He took a bite. "I'm not done though. I still have to get to point twenty four, which is super important. I give really good hugs. You like hugs don't you?"

"Willie, did you take something?" Caleb asked gently. His hand was on Willie's back and it was warm and he leaned into it. That was nice. He was kind of cold. And shivering a little. Haha.

"No, I don't do that anymore, I have a real job now," he said. "And an apartment. And I can buy my own food and clothes and treats for Throckmorton - that's the raccoon by the way, I'll introduce you if you want."

"Did you ingest any substances?" Caleb tried again.

"I took some Benadryl," Willie said. "And some of this pasta. It's really good, have you tried it? Anyway, point... point ten. I'm a good cook. I know how to make eggs like five different ways, and that's not even including French Toast!"

"How about you come lie down on the couch for a moment?" Caleb asked.

"I feel like you’re not taking this PowerPoint presentation about why you should date me very seriously," Willie pouted. He'd worked very, very hard on it.

"How about we go sit on the couch to look at the rest, huh?" Alex said. Alex was so smart. "I'll carry your laptop, okay?"

They sat down on the couch, and Alex put the laptop on the coffee table. Willie nodded, ready to go back to his presentation, but then Caleb wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and kept his arm there, and Alex gently brushed the hair off his forehead - and rested it there for a moment, which was nice. He leaned into the touch.

"You're burning up," Alex said.

"Yeah, I'm hot, that was like point one, do I have to start over?" Willie asked. He tried to reach his laptop with his foot. He hadn't bothered to put on shoes, so his fun socks were showing. "Oh, I didn't even include that on the PowerPoint. I have lots of cool socks. See, these are of cats in space."

"They're very nice," Alex agreed, gently tipping him over into Caleb. "Why don't you tell us all about your socks? How many pairs do you have?"

"Well, I have the cats in space, and dogs in space, and raccoon socks, and skateboards, and little hotdogs, and..." Slowly, his brain started to shut down, but that was okay, because Caleb was warm and comfy, and Alex was holding his hand, and he was pretty sure the sock argument was winning them over more than point twelve (I give great head!) and thirteen (I'm great at keeping plants alive! Look at my spider plant!).

And okay, when he woke up twelve hours later feeling like death, on a couch that was more comfortable than his own bed, with two very handsome and very doting neighbours willing to feed him soup and nurse him back to health, he had to admit that maybe Benadryl Willie had been right about something.

Because he did leave that apartment with two boyfriends.

#julie and the phantoms #calebxalexxwillie #fanfic #caleb was 100% here for it until he realised Willie was Not Okay #poor Alex was just so confused because he does like Willie and they HAD had some talks about maybe seeing if he was interested #once they start dating they make sure to help Willie find a better cold medication though #I wrote a thing #yes of course they go over the powerpoint while willie is zonked out #Caleb trying not to laugh because Willie's head is in his lap #Alex is a mix of horrified and intrigued because there are more shirtless selfies further on

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coffee-n-some-cream · 1 year

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smashing tphones

Raph lands on the roof next to Casey and gives him a once over. The guy is doubled over, his hands on his knees, gasping. He pushes the hockey mask up, revealing a face that is tomato-red and covered in sweat. Raph smirks. You’d never catch any of his brothers looking like that after a run that easy. Casey catches his eye and gives him the stink-eye.

“Outta shape, Jones?”

“Fuck you, man.” Casey straightens and rolls his shoulders back, trying to expand his torso and give his lungs more room to expand. “Still not used to this… rooftop-jumping shit. My radius used to be….” He gulps, “way smaller.”

Raph snorts and gestures over the side of the building. “Your ‘radius’ used to be, uh, the alleyway behind your apartment, right?”

Casey manages a breathy chuckle and nods. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Casey’s apartment building was Raph and Casey’s meetup spot. It was where every night out patrolling and busting heads began and ended. The ‘began’ part makes a lot of sense. Need a rendezvous point of some kind. But the ‘ended’ part makes less sense. They didn’t need a designated spot to say goodnight at. Once they decided to call it a night, Casey could head home and Raph could find the nearest sewer lid. But the first time they went out and patrolled together, just a week after they first met, was one of the best times of Raph’s life. They were just… in sync! Like they could read each other’s minds. Don’t get him wrong, patrolling with his brothers was great. But with Casey, it was the most natural, most alive he’d ever felt. They were always on the same page. Afterwards, when Raph was breathless and couldn’t stop grinning, the last thing in the fucking world he wanted to do was crawl back into the sewers. So he ran back to the meetup spot with Casey, enjoying the breeze on his skin and the friend at his side as long as he could. And then, he just kept doing it. It was totally dumb and unnecessary, but he liked doing it. He kind of felt like he was walking him home, actually. Which makes it sound pretty dumb. But Casey’s either never thought about it, or it’s never bothered him, because he’s never brought it up.

Raph snorts again and hops over the edge of the roof. He lands on the fire escape that leads to Casey’s bedroom window and looks out over the poorly-lit alleyway. There’s a dumpster, a bike, a drain. It’s dank and smelly and a pretty ideal place to do some shady shit. Raph turns and glances up to see Casey peering down at him.

“You just used to sit right here all night?”

“Yep.” Casey jumps, and the fire escape rattles precariously as he lands. “For hours.” He laughs to himself. “I’d go back in and there’d be deep red lines on my ass. It was so dumb.”

Raph shakes his head and plops down. Casey does the same.

“What’d you do that whole time? Just wait for some idiot to walk by and do something stupid in front of you?”

Casey shrugs. “I drew a bunch o’ shit. Wrote things. Listened to music.” As he says this, he pulls out his phone and taps it on. “I’d stick my headphones in and just chill. Nothin’ happened, most of the time, so it was just me and my tunes.”

“Jesus, music on the job? Leo’d have kittens if I tried that. You can’t…” He gestures to the world around them. “You don’t hear what’s happening.”

“Yeah, also you can’t listen to a police scanner if you’re listening to music, but this was real early on. I was just gettin’ my feet wet.” Casey taps at his phone a bit until music blares through the shitty little speakers. Raph leans over and looks at the screen. Smashing Pumpkins. Bullet With Butterfly Wings.

Raph nods along to it and looks at Casey, who’s screwing his eyes shut and mouthing the words along with the singer. Raph plucks the phone out of his hand and scrolls through his library. Mindless Self Indulgence, Mötley Crüe, Korn, that kinda shit. Some 80’s songs too. Casey is watching over his shoulder as he scrolls.

“Yeah, what can I say,” Casey drawls, crossing his arms and giving Raph a shitty grin. “I’ve got good taste.”

Raph rolls his eyes, and he can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t want to feed Jones’ ego, but the guy’s right. It is good. Raph listens to most of these bands, and he tries to make a note of the ones he doesn’t know so he can check them out later.

The feeling of his T-phone being tugged out of his belt stops him cold. “What’re you doing?”

Casey pauses and eyes him, holding the T-phone casually in one hand. “Looking at your music.”

“No.” Raph reaches for the T-phone, but Casey holds it away from him. Raph swallows and thinks for a second, then says, “I don’t have music on my phone.”

“You- what? Bullshit.”

“No, I really don’t, I-”

“No, no, I saw you with headphones in the other day while you were at the punching bag, listening to this little thing. You totally have music.”

“No, that wasn’t- It wasn’t- It was a podcast.”

Casey cocks his eyebrow. “A podcast.”

“Nothin’ wrong with podcasts, asshole.”

“You were head-banging and whisper-singing to a podcast, huh?” Casey mimes the action, scrunching up his face and nodding his head.

Raph works his jaw, eyes glued to the T-phone. “Just-” He makes a grab for it, but Casey holds it away from him.

“Woah, buddy! Chill there. I showed you mine, you show me yours, that’s how it goes.”

“No it fucking does not, give it back, Jones!” Raph leans around him and snatches at the phone.

Casey lurches back, swiping through the phone as Raph reaches his (annoyingly shorter) arms around him. “I’m just lookin-”

“JONES! Give. It. Back.”

“Just a sec-”

“It’s MY phone!”

“I just wanna-”

“NOW!”

“-look!”

Raph sees the music library pop open on his screen and every cell in his entire body is screaming at him to STOP THIS NOW, so he lunges forward and smacks the phone out of Casey’s hand. They both watch in mute horror as it falls over the edge of the fire escape, down, down, until it shatters into pieces against the pavement.

“Fuck.” Raph lets out a breath. “Donnie’s gonna be so pissed.”

Casey just turns and stares at Raph, and with Raph leaning over him like this their faces are very close, so close, and Raph can’t move all of a sudden, and-

“Enya?!”

Raph screws his eyes shut and leans back, rubbing a hand over his face. Casey’s laughter drowns out the Smashing Pumpkins still blaring from his phone.

“You listen to fucking Enya?!”

AO3

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iamyoursinblog · 1 year

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I need U

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.3 k

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Summary: You were the happiest girl when a handsome guy like Jungkook noticed you. You couldn't even dream that he fell in love with you. You even liked his overly jealous side. Until at one point his rejection of you started to scare you. You're going as far as you can, but it seems he has other plans for that.

You were lying on your bed in a hotel room, trying to figure out what to do next. You breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps the first time in months. Isn't it far enough that you won't find me? You thought about Jungkook, who always found you wherever you went. Goosebumps ran down your skin. You shook your head as the moment popped into your head when Jungkook beat a guy nearly to half to death in a club. At that moment, his jealousy grew into something big and terrible. You loved him too much, but you were equally afraid of him.

You exhaled loudly as you got out of bed as your phone rang. You smiled when you saw the call from your best friend. Oh right, you thought, you promised to call when you got there.

“Heeeeyyy,” you said happily, answering the video call. You were surprised when, instead of showing yourself, your friend showed you the way she was driving. “Are you going somewhere?” you giggled, "Wait..." you stopped when you realized it was daytime in Seoul now, not night.

You looked confusedly at the street that looked familiar. “What…” you faltered when you realized that this was the street where your hotel was located. You heard a smirk that made your skin crawl. Your blood turned to ice when Jungkook appeared on the screen. You stopped breathing while watching Jungkook who was staring at you from the phone screen. "Jungkook" you whispered softly.

"Baby" said Jungkook, making your legs buckle. You sat on the floor trying to get your brain working again. He exhaled loudly while shaking his head. The phone fell out of your hand. You could barely stand on your shaky legs as you walked towards the window. You froze when you saw a black car pull up in front of your hotel. You looked at Jungkook, who got out of the car and entered the hotel.

You flinched when a loud knocking sounded in your room. You turned and stared at the door. You flinched again from a single strong knock. You understood that this door would open anyway, whether you wanted it or not. A shiver went through your body as you approached the door. You turned the handle to open the door. Your jaw tightened as you saw Jungkook staring at the floor with his hands in his pants pockets. You chuckled when you realized that there would be no third knock, and most likely he would just break down the door.

You walked back into the room, staring out the window. You could watch Jungkook in the reflection of the window. He took slow steps looking around. You couldn't stop the trembling in your body caused by the presence of Jungkook. You froze as Jungkook came close enough to you that you could feel his breath on your skin. “You ran too far this time, baby.” Jungkook broke the silence. You sighed loudly as he hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I miss you,” he moaned, inhaling your scent. Damn, you cursed mentally. For all the fear he inspired, you couldn't deny how much you missed him. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your heart.

"Jungkook" you took a step away from him. "How did you get here?" you shook your head at how quickly he found you. You stopped and turned towards him. Your eyes widened when you realized he was calling from your best friend's phone. “Where did you get Minsoo’s phone? What did you do with her?" your eyes widened as your head filled with scary images. You sat on the edge of the table as Jungkook laughed quietly. He took out your friend's phone and handed it to you.

"She's absolutely fine! I could even say great!" He smiled broadly at you as he adjusted a strand of hair that had fallen across your face. “I said you shouldn't be friends with her.” He stepped closer and you shuddered at his nearness. “It turns out Minsoo loves money much more than she loves her best friend.” Jungkook practically spat out those words. He turned around and sat down on the bed, smiling sweetly at you.

Your friend's phone fell out of your hand. It felt like someone had knocked all the air out of your chest. You stared at Jungkook who was sitting relaxed on your bed. You were so shocked by what Jungkook said that everything seemed to turn into white noise. How could she, that phrase kept spinning in your head over and over.

"______" Jungkook broke the silence. You raised your hand to stop him. He got up from the bed and took a step towards you.

You got up from the table backing away. "Can't you see how much you scare me?" you said as you leaned back against the wall. "Is it really worth it to go that far?" you whispered. Everything inside you was shaking, not because Jungkook's gaze scared you, but because he looked at you with love and you can't resist with it.

Jungkook exhaled heavily as he stepped back from you. "I love you!" he said smiling at you. “You own my heart. Is it so strange that I go where my heart goes?" he whispered, lowering his head. Every time he was like that, everything seemed to disappear, leaving only your feelings for him. You shook your head, not letting your heart take over your head.

"Jungkook, what you're doing is out of normal" you ran your hand over your face. "You beat up every guy who tries to talk to me, stalks me when I try to run away from you..." You froze in fear as Jungkook violently threw a chair at wall.

“Then stop running away so I don’t chase you,” Jungkook growled angrily. He walked over to you, squeezing your shoulders gently. “I love you. You love me. Why it must be so complicated, huh?” Jungkook stroked your hair.

"Jungkook, you practically put the guy in a coma" you pushed his hand away.

You tried to keep your body from trembling as his eyes darkened with anger. "He tried to kiss you" Jungkook growled.

“It was a fucking night club. He was drunk, he probably confused me with someone else. Moreover, I immediately pushed him away”

"He coveted what belongs to me!" Jungkook raised his voice.

“I'm not your thing, Jungkook. I am human!" you screamed at him. “If I’ll like someone else, you will beat me half to death too,” you shouted, unable to contain your anger.

Jungkook put his hand over your mouth, gently pressing your head against the wall. “Shhh,” he whispered, running his fingers over your face. Despite his actions, he didn't hurt you. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath.

You hated yourself, you hated him for forcing you to run away from him or say such cruel words to him. You closed your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Jungkook came up to you, pressing his body against you. "I love you!" he whispered in your ear. “Are there no feelings left, huh?” he whispered, leaving light kisses on your cheek. You shook your head, but he just chuckled. "Liar" he laughed softly. He removed his hand from your mouth before kissing you. You tried to restrain yourself, not wanting to give in to your heart. But Jungkook knew all too well how your body reacted to him. He tightly hugged you completely pressing you against the wall with his body. You pushed Jungkook away when you unwittingly kissed him back, moaned quietly.

“Moron,” you said, staring at him. “Idiot!” you punched him in the chest. "I hate you," you continued to scold and hit him as he calmly stood and nodded his head, agreeing with your every word.

"It hurts" he stopped your hand when you hit him once again. He pressed your hand to his chest, coming closer to you. "I need you to live." He rested his head on your collarbone. "I'm sorry that I love you," he hugged you tightly, making you cry again at your matted feelings. " I'm sorry that I’m making you cry" Jungkook ran his fingers through your hair. "... but I need u!"

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