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atomicami · 6 months

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omg HIII. could you maybe like- write abt like abby and reader at school (in college obvi) and abby pulls reader into a bathroom and like makes sure it’s empty and locks the door, and things get uh.. hot and heavy?🤭

U DONT HAVE TO IF U DONT WANNA BUT THIS IDEA POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND IM A SHIT WRITER AND HAVE SHIT GRAMMER.

btw, ur awesome.

hi anon! i hope you don’t mind, i changed the setting to a college/frat party instead, but i hope you like it though! tysm for the love 🤍

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abby anderson x fem!reader (college au)

- summary: it’s halloweekend, and after a lot of convincing, you reluctantly agree to be dina’s plus one to a costume party that’s being hosted at her boyfriend’s frat house. the night flies by slow for you, until an encounter with a certain classmate changes that.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, reader and abby are in college (as stem majors), reader is a little introverted, frat house setting, college partying, some alcohol consumption, bathroom hookup, kinda softdom!abby, oral & fingering (r!receiving), reader is wearing heels, and abby tells you to keep them on, nicknames instead of y/n (mostly angel), and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything else

- author’s note: happy halloween everyone! i’ve been having a bit of writer’s block with my bfm!abby fic lately, so i have to admit the timing for this request was perfect since it gave me the inspiration to write out this fic. i hope you guys like it!

“I still don’t get why you won’t come join me.”

You let out a sigh, taking your eyes off of your laptop and looking over at Dina, who was currently getting ready.

“Because, Dina, I’ve told you a million times that parties are not my thing,” you reply. “Especially if it’s in one of those awful frat houses.”

For the past week now, Dina’s been trying to get you to come to a costume party that’s being hosted at her boyfriend’s fraternity, Sigma Chi. It’s known to be one of the biggest fraternities at your university, and it’s also known for throwing the biggest parties.

The thing is, unlike Dina, you could honestly care less about college parties. What was the point of drinking and partying all night long when you’d just end up passing out and forgetting everything the next morning? You didn’t see the fun in it. If anything, you’d rather be spending a Saturday night curled up in your bed with a movie than getting blackout drunk and waking up hungover on some random person’s couch.

Dina finishes zipping up her skirt before turning around to face you. “But it’s Halloweekend…Don’t you wanna get out of here for a bit, and have some fun?” she asks. “I seriously don’t get how our dorm doesn’t give you any claustrophobia.”

You let out a chuckle and roll your eyes. “I think I’ll be fine, Dee. Besides, I need to study for my chemistry midterm next week.”

Dina lets out a groan in response. “You’re seriously going to spend this night locked up in our dorm studying?” You watch as she walks over to your bed with her black over-the-knee boots in hand and sits down next to you to put them on. “I truly love you babe, but you have got to let loose a little.”

You look over to your side as Dina goes on while she zips up her boots. “Besides…” she continues, zipping up her second boot. “There’s a possibility that a certain classmate of yours might be there…” she says with a wink as she nudges your shoulder with hers.

The ‘certain classmate’ that Dina was referring to was Abigail Anderson. She was also a STEM major just like you, but particularly majoring more towards the engineering field instead. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find her attractive, but you never found the desire to go for her simply because you felt like she was out of your league. You figured that she only saw you as nothing more than a classmate who would always sit in the back row during every lecture.

You shake your head and roll your eyes at Dina. “Just because Abby and I have the same chemistry class doesn’t mean we have actual chemistry, you know.”

“Okay, but she’ll probably still be there…maybe this party could be an opportunity for you to create some of that chemistry…” she replies back, nudging your shoulder once again.

Dina was most likely right about that. Abby didn’t seem like much of a party person either, but her best friend Manny sure was. Coincidentally, both Manny and Jesse just happened to be in the same fraternity together, which created a mutual connection between the two of you. And given that both Abby and Manny were on the market right now, chances are that she was going to be at that party too.

But as much as Dina was trying to convince you to go right now, you were trying your best to hold back.

“Well even if I did want to go…I still have a midterm to study for, so I still can’t come,” you said, pointing toward your laptop screen.

Once you turned around, you didn’t see the smirk that was growing on Dina’s face. She was so close to getting you to give in and join this party with her.

You felt the weight of your bed shift as Dina got up and walked around to where she was now standing in front of you. “You can study tomorrow,” she says, closing your laptop shut. “Come on, we’re going to the frat house.”

“But I don’t have a—”

“You can find something in my closet.” she interrupts back, pointing towards her closet. “Now start getting ready, I'm gonna go fix up my hair so we can leave.”

You watch as Dina picks up the set of bunny ears off her bed and walks to the bathroom, the sound of her clicking boots following along with her. After a moment of hesitation, you finally muster up the energy to get off of your bed and walk over to Dina’s closet to pick something out.

Your eyes meet with a crammed closet of clothes once you open the doors of her closet. As a roommate, Dina was one to keep her things organized, but when it came to her clothes, it was like an addiction. Her closet was so packed that if one more hanger were to go inside, you’re convinced that it would probably burst.

Taking a deep breath, you dive into her closet and dig around for her past party costumes, praying you’ll find a good candidate to wear for the party. You’ll have to admit that it's definitely not gonna be an easy task, given that Dina is obsessed with all things tight and revealing when it comes to going out, especially with costumes.

You fish out a few costumes from her closet and bring them over to your bed, spreading them all out to get a good look. At first glimpse of the costumes, you realize that none of these options are a good fit for you, so you try your best to pick the best option through the process of elimination:

Schoolgirl? No…

Nurse? Not really…

Cowgirl? Perhaps…

Mermaid? Absolutely not.

Eventually, you’ve narrowed your choices until there was just one option left: an angel costume.

You pick up the costume off of your bed and take a look at it. The outfit consisted of a white tie front corset top, paired with a white skirt and thigh highs, and topped off with a halo and large feathered wings. Out of all the costumes that Dina had in her collection, you figured that this one would be the most suitable for you.

The bathroom door opens, and you look up to see Dina now fully ready in her Playboy bunny costume. She smiles once she sees the costume in your hands. “That’s a perfect choice, and I even have the shoes to match with it,” she says, pointing at it. You then feel her hands on your hips, motioning you towards the bathroom. “Now go get ready! I don’t wanna miss the party!”

Yeah, this was going to be a long night for you.

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The two of you arrive at the Sigma Chi frat house, and you can already tell how packed it is just by looking at it. Music was blasting, multicolor lights flashing through the windows, and even a group of guys chugging a keg on the front lawn. The sight of it alone was already making you start to feel sick. You’re starting to wish you were back at your dorm now, studying as you were before Dina dragged you to this party. But it was too late to back out now.

You both approach the front door of the house, and Dina rings the bell. A smile soon appears on her face once she sees Jesse answering the door.

“Hey you!” she exclaims, leaning in to give her boyfriend a hug and kiss before pulling away to adjust his hat. Based on the red velvet robe, anchor chain, and captain’s hat, it's clear that Jesse was dressed up as Hugh Hefner to match up with his girlfriend.

Jesse smiles back at her before looking over to you, his eyes slightly widening in surprise. “Wow, I did not expect you to be here too,” he says to you.

Dina looks back at you before looking back at Jesse. “Believe me, you have no idea how much convincing it took me to get her to come join me,” she says to him.

Jesse simply nods in response, his eyes now on the both of you. “Well in that case, welcome to Sigma Chi,” he says, stepping towards the side to allow you two to come in. “Make yourselves at home, there are drinks and food in the kitchen, and whatever you guys do, please don’t fuck with the thermostat…the electric bills in this house are already fucking expensive as it is. But other than that, knock yourselves out.”

As soon as you enter the house, you realize that it is just as chaotic as you saw it from the outside. The night’s just getting started, and you truly have no idea when it’s gonna end.

Before you know it, 20 minutes have passed by, but to you, it feels more like a decade. You were upstairs, sitting on a couch, watching Dina and Jesse play beer pong with another couple. You’ve drank less than half of the Twisted Tea that’s in your hand, simply because you had thought at the time that it was just a regular iced tea when you picked it out of the cooler. The music and lighting were overbearing, and the corset and heels were practically suffocating your chest and feet by now. You wanted nothing more than to leave the frat house and head back to your dorm to rid yourself of this feeling.

But instead, you stand up from the couch, deciding to opt for a different drink from the kitchen downstairs. Before leaving you walk over to Dina and tap her on the shoulder to let her know. “I’m gonna get another drink,” you tell her loudly, hoping she can hear you over the music. Dina looks down at your drink and nods. “Get something stronger next time! I think Jesse has a bottle of Smirnoff in the liquor cabinet!” she shouts back at you.

You simply sigh and walk out of the room, the hard iced tea still in your hand. You look down and watch the liquid sloshing around in the small hole of the can until you bump yourself into a familiar figure.

“Shit!” you mutter quietly, almost spilling your drink. “I’m so sorry, I—“ your words get cut off as soon as you look up to see who you have just run into. “Abby?”

“Hey there,” she said with a smile, looking back down at you. “I didn’t expect to see you at this party…what brings you here?”

“Oh, I um…” you stammer, looking back into the room you had just walked out of before turning back to her. “Dina wouldn’t stop begging me to come so…I’m here.” You tell her.

Abby nodded in response, finally putting the pieces together. “Makes sense, I definitely figured you wouldn’t be a party person, not that it’s a bad thing though.” she tells you. You can’t help but notice her checking you out, her eyes trailing over the angel costume that was tightly hugging your figure. “This costume looks pretty on you,” she says, running her thumb and pointer finger through the large feathered wings that were on your back.

You try your best not to get flustered over her compliment. “Thank you, um…” you take a moment to look at what she was wearing. She had on her usual clothes, dark wash jeans, and a muscle tank, except she had on a backward snapback hat with the fraternity’s emblem printed on it. “Are you…supposed to be a Sigma Chi member?” you ask.

You hear the blonde let out a chuckle before nodding again. “Yeah, um…costumes are never really my thing, so this is really all I can come up with,” she tells you. “Besides, Manny dragged me into coming to this party anyway, so I figured I’d steal something out of it.”

You smile back at her response before letting out a chuckle as well. “Well, it suits you, Abs…” you let out a sigh before continuing. “If I’m being honest, I’m so glad I ran into you…This night has been flying by so slow for me,” you admit to her, briefly looking down at the ground.

That’s when an idea passed through Abby’s mind. However, she needed to know if you were up for it. “I can help it fly by faster, if you'd like…”

You looked back up at her, and you truly couldn’t hide the smirk that was appearing on your face. “Is that so?” you ask her. “What do you have in mind, exactly?”

She doesn’t respond right away, but instead reaches a hand out to you. “How about you come with me?” she offers, smirking back at you.

You hesitate for a moment before soon giving in, leaving your drink at the nearest surface you can find before grabbing her hand and following her. She walks you down the crowded hall before stopping at a door that was on her left, assuming that it might be a bedroom or bathroom. She opens the door with no hesitation, only to be greeted with an angry couple protesting from inside.

“Shit! Sorry!” she exclaimed, quickly closing the door again. She then turns to you and you can’t help but let out a laugh, leading her to shake her head at her poor decision to do that. “Come on, I think there’s another bathroom downstairs.

With your hand still being held by hers, you walk down the stairs with her until you get back to the first level of the frat house. You then feel her hand letting go only to snake itself around your waist, holding you close to her broad build as you both walk through the partying crowds of people. Abby soon stopped at a door that was on her right, this time knocking twice before slowly turning the doorknob to take a peek inside.

You also try to take a look inside to see if it is empty. “All clear?” you ask her.

She nods in response. “All clear.”

You then feel her hand moving over your wings down to the small of your back, motioning you to go inside first before entering herself, closing the door shut, and locking it.

The last bit of patience you had left was now gone the moment you stepped into the bathroom. Once Abby had turned around after locking the door and switching the light on, you grabbed her by her muscle tank and pulled her toward you in a kiss. As soon as the contact hits her, you can feel her lips smirking against yours in the kiss. One of her large hands rests at your waist while the other runs through your hair, causing the plastic halo on your head to fall and clatter on the ground.

You try your best not to trip on your heels as she slowly walks you backward toward the bathroom counter that was by the sink. Her hands that were on your waist and in your hair soon moved down to the back of your thighs, giving you a boost to lift you and sit you down on the counter.

Abby pulls her lips away from yours to get a good look at you, smiling as she does so. Your lips were plump from kissing her, your hair slightly messy from when she was running her hands through it, and your eyes were blown out with lust and desperation for her. “Look at you, my angel…” she murmurs, running a thumb through your lower lip line. “So beautiful for me.

Her hand trails down to the front of your corset top, fingertips landing on the silk ribbon that held it all together. “Is it okay if I untie this?” she asks, holding her eye contact with you.

You nod.

“Words, angel.”

“Please, Abby…” you whisper out to her. To Abby, that response was more than enough for her to start undressing you. The ribbon from your corset begins to loosen, and you instantly feel a wave of relief wash through you. Once the ribbon was undone, Abby then uses both of her hands to loosen the rest of it, just enough to free your tits out.

A whimper escapes from your mouth once you feel Abby’s hands on your breasts, your nipples instantly hardening from her touch alone. “God…such pretty tits…” she murmurs out to you, leaning in to quickly kiss down from your neck to your tits, her mouth latching onto one of them and gently sucking while her hand is gently squeezing the other.

More whimpers and whines escape from your mouth at the contact, followed by your thighs rubbing and clenching together. Abby was quick to notice that, removing her mouth and hands from your tits as a result. She takes off her snapback and tosses it to the ground next to your halo before getting down on her knees in front of you.

Once Abby was kneeling on the ground, that’s when you decide to remove your heels, desperate to get them off of your feet. Abby notices this as well, and catches one of your heels before it fals to the ground. “Leave them on, angel.” she tells you, slipping the heel back on your foot. “You look so fucking sexy in these.”

Normally, you’d just protest about how much they were bothering you and take them off anyway. But you simply oblige to keep them on for Abby’s sake. You were willing to go through it a little longer to stay on her good side. You wanted to be good for her. You wanted to be her angel.

Her hands are now making their way up your thighs, stopping at the bottom hem of your skirt. She then bunches the tight fabric that was hugging your hips before pushing it up, allowing more space for you to spread your legs open for her. Her eyes were now met with your clothed cunt, along with a visible patch seeping out of your white thong. She soon hooks a finger underneath the fabric and shifts it to the side, revealing your wet pussy from underneath it.

The sight of your pussy alone already had her mouth watering. Your slick was glistening under the dim, incandescent light of the bathroom and your tight hole was visibly clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Fuck…” she groaned out quietly as she gently ran two of her fingers over the surface of your cunt, collecting a bit of your slick in the process. “Is this all for me, angel?” she asks, looking up at you.

“M-Mhm…” you whimpered back, nodding quickly. “It’s all for you, Abby, please…”

Abby averts her gaze back down to your pussy, watching as your slick trails itself down to the bathroom counter. She was soon quick to dive her head in and lick an experimental stripe up your pussy to collect your slick on her tongue, achieving the taste of you as she did so.

“My god, angel…you even taste just as heavenly as you look right now,” she mutters out quietly.

Abby wasn’t lying about that. From her perspective, you were truly a sight for sore eyes right now. Legs spread out for her, head thrown back in pleasure with the material of your costume bunched up around your waist and hips to show the parts of you she wanted to see the most, all while your wings remained steady on your back, surrounding your precious figure. You truly looked heavenly in her eyes, and the sounds you were making from her touch sounded just as angelic as you looked right now.

Without delaying any longer, Abby inserts two of her fingers into your pussy, The sudden movement startles you for a bit, before your cunt soon begins to relax around her fingers.

“Look at that, angel…she’s taking my fingers so well…” she murmurs to you, watching as your pussy greedily sucks her fingers further inside. “This pussy is already doing so good for me, baby…I bet you’ve been wanting this for a while now, haven’t you?”

You nod quickly once again. “G-God, yes, Abs…I need you so bad..” you whimper back to her biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning any louder.

Abby notices once again, and brings her free hand up to your bottom lip to free it from the grasp of your teeth. “There’s no need for that, angel…I need to hear those pretty sounds of yours.”

With her fingers still nestling inside your cunt, she brings her mouth to your throbbing clit, gently sucking on it as she slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you.

It didn’t take long for the speed of her fingers to increase. The faster her two fingers pounded into your pussy, the harder her lips would wrap around on your clit, taking away all of the space in between as she continued to suck on it.

As a result of her fast movements, the sounds your body was making in that bathroom were absolutely obscene. Between the wet squelching noises of your pussy and the moans and whimpers that were escaping from your mouth, Abby can’t help but feel so turned on from it, practically rubbing her own thighs together for some relief as she continued to devour your pussy.

Your orgasm quickly began to build itself up inside you, and based on the way your cunt was squeezing Abby’s fingers right now, she could tell you were getting close too.

“A-Abby…I-I think I’m gonna cum…” you whine out to her, both of your hands gripping onto the bathroom counter while your hips begin to involuntarily grind against her face.

“Let it out for me, angel…” she murmurs into your pussy, her movements still refusing to quit. “Take it out on me, baby…fuck my face until you finish, just like that…”

Your hips rut against your mouth a few more times, along with the involuntary movements of your pussy tightly clenching around her fingers and your clit pulsing in her mouth.

You instantly finish into her mouth and onto her fingers with a loud moan of her name, followed by your thighs trembling right after your climax. Thank God that the party’s music from outside was loud enough to keep anyone else from hearing what was going on inside.

Abby soon removed her mouth from your pussy while slowing the pace of her fingers, fucking you through it as you progessively recover from your orgasm. You hear a quiet groan escape from her mouth as she pulls her fingers out of you, watching as your cunt pushes out your thick white release and let it drip its way down to the counter. You watch her do the same movement from before, licking another stripe up your pussy to collect the rest of your release onto her tongue.

Once you were clean, Abby removes each of your legs off of her shoulders and pulls herself away from your pussy, wiping whatever that was smeared on her face with the back of her hand.

Abby then picks herself up off the floor and stands in between your legs to fix up your costume. Once you were all good, she helps you get off of the counter and back on your feet.

You reach over to pick up your halo off of the ground, Abby also doing the same with her snapback. “Thank you again for that, Abby…This definitely made my night.” you tell her, biting your lip again to hide back your smile.

The blonde smiles at you in response. “Of course, angel, its no problem…” she takes a quick breath before continuing. “You know…you can spend the night at my place, if you’d like..” she offers to you, nervously rubbing the back of her head as she does so.

You smile back at her and nod, your eyes beaming at her blue ones. “I would love that, actually.”

Abby then turns the knob and opens the door, revealing the chaotic atmosphere of the party once again. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” she tells you, keeping her hand back around your waist and by her side.

From that point forward, it was safe to say that the rest of that night was anything but slow for the both of you.

- a/n: i’m so sorry if this looks rushed, i really wanted to have this out by today! @ anon if you’re out there i hope you enjoyed it 🙏🏻

happy halloween y’all, stay safe for me tonight 🤍

tags 🏷️: @ourautumn86 @abbyscherry @whore4abby @zombholic @catfern

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isaegi · 7 months

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CRAVINGS

feat. gojo satoru x reader (gn)

includes: canon divergence (au), pining gojo teehee, fluff, strangers (gojo is a persistent customer at your workplace, absolutely does NOT let up) to hinted luvers mwahaha, JUST SO FLUFFY GOJOS SO DNJAUDSHUFAEK :((

A/N: absolutely have to share this drabble/headcanon idea that has been plaguing my thoughts for the past few weeks with you guys. definitely have thoughts of turning this into a proper fic

MEET CUTE (but it turns ???) with Gojo Satoru who slowly becomes your diner’s most regular customer— and it all whittles down because of you.

It all starts when Gojo bursts in through the diner's entrance during your closing shift while his best buddy, Geto, is waiting for him in his old man's car. The engine runs loud and persistent, and you can practically feel the base of music from his car thumping from where you stood behind the counter.

Despite there being literally no one else in the restaurant save for a couple of employees cleaning down tables for the night, Gojo still has the audacity to open his mouth and ask, "You guys still open?"

"Gojo, there's 5 minutes until closing." You hear your supervisor, Utahime, grit from behind clenched teeth. Her face most likely contorted into a forced smile, you're sure. "You can come back tomorrow at a more appropriate hour."

"Come on, Utahimeee~" you hear the white-haired male groan, ignoring her quick remark for him not to call her by her first name so casually. "Throw me a bone here; it'll be quick I promise."

"The chefs are already packed up and heading out for the night," she throws over her shoulder, "and I suggest that you and geto go do the same." With that, Utahime's already swiftly turning on her heel to make a sharp beeline toward her office stationed beside the kitchen.

Honestly, you feel kind of bad for the guy. But it seems like this isn't his first incident of walking into the Iori's family business just minutes before closing.

Now it’s just you, that tall— stupidly attractive— stranger and the sound of the door creaking shut behind Utahime that accompanies the silence that hangs in the room that you both share. Despite being turned away, Gojo had yet to turn and head back out into the vacant parking lot— save for his car and Geto who is still waiting for him in it.

Blue eyes soft with confusion paired with pink, pouty glossed lips graced his face. If Utahime wasn't gonna throw him a bone, you might as well. Besides, the sooner you send him on his way with whatever he came here for, the better. You wouldn't wanna have to stick around for when Utahime comes back into the dining area to chew him out.

"What were you looking for, specifically?" you pipe up from the counter. "If it's anything from the display I'm sure I can just throw it in a to-go container for you."

Gojo flicks his attention away from Utahime's office door to you. You can't quite place your finger on the emotions he's wearing, but the face of pure disbelief is one that automatically strikes you.

"You serious?"

You nod, already shifting your attention away from his starstruck gaze to head toward the dessert display. It's only a small gesture of kindness that you'll be contributing, nothing too grand. So, it's no biggie. "As long as word doesn't get back to her, it should be fine."

Just hand him whatever and send him on his way. It'll be a one-time thing.

"Tell on you to her?" Gojo joins you on the other side of the display case, eyeing you through the glass when you bend down to unlock the sliding door. "I could never."

You drag your eyes away from the display up to his face, only to find that he's already staring at you. Okay, cool! You bite down a yelp and suppress the strangled noise with a cough. "So, which one would you like?"

Again, Gojo's face is unreadable, but you watch how his eyes trail along your face, drinking you in. Almost as if he were to blink, you'd disappear right before his very eyes. And with how close he is you can really see it. Really take in how pretty this man is.

After what feels like forever in a matter of mere seconds, Gojo's gaze finally flits down to your hand awkwardly hovering over a sad-looking piece of purin. "I'll take that one," he says, nodding his head toward the custard.

You blink. "Oh—" You clear your throat. Out of all the different pastries on the shelves, he chooses that one? "Okay..."

You reach for one of the plastic containers stationed under the display counter and peel the packaging open. Grabbing one of the tongs, you reach for the purin and slowly yet surely make your way to plop its contents into the container for this man.

Everything was going peachy until the moment a part of the custard grazed the thumb of where you were holding the container— effectively ruining a bit of its circular shape.

"Shit." You curse, immediately flicking away the caramel that grazed your finger. You pray and hope and pray to whatever higher power that he wasn't watching this whole ordeal go down. You shoot him a quick glance to confirm your suspicions.

He's still watching you.

You ignore his breathless chuckle at you, and in turn you choose to watch as he reaches for his back pocket for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

"Don't worry about it. It would've been tossed anyway," you assure, waving your hands to further drive home the point to him that there was no need to pay. You loved Utahime, but you absolutely did not want her grilling you tomorrow as to why your till was off, despite you dropping the entirety of your money the night prior.

"How about I—"

"By the time I step out here Gojo you better be gone! We're! Closed!" You hear your supervisor shout from the back.

The sigh Gojo heaves is one riddled with exhaustion and disappointment. Yet, he doesn't let the easy smile resting on his lips slip for a second.

"Thank you," he breathes, he lifts his hand— the one holding his dessert— and shakes it for emphasis as to what he was thanking you for. Still facing you Gojo takes a step back, "See you again, yeah?"

And he stands there. Waiting with his head tilted to the side, hand still pressed against the entrance door's handle.

You freeze like a deer caught in headlights. He's fucking waiting for you to respond. "Oh, uhm," you feel your face warm under the intensity of his gaze. "I guess?" What are the chances that you do see him again though?

Satisfied with your answer, Gojo nods. He backs out of the restaurant, humming an incessant tune under his breath as he trots back to his car.

Ever since that day— much to Utahime's utter confusion and exasperation— Gojo has been making more frequent visits to the diner. And with his visits came questions of where you were, if you still worked there, how you've been. So on and so forth.

Despite you telling him numerous times, that there's no need for him to pay back the favour, gojo still swings by. He still drops in and sits right in your section. Still acts like he doesn't no what's "good" from the menu and what's not. And still asks you for your recommendations whenever you do wind up having to take his order.

Coworkers of yours giggle, blush and squeal over to you whenever they are also encountered with the remarkable beauty and divinity that is Gojo Satoru. Their hushed whispers whenever they see him walk past the diner's doors. Their dejected whines when they realize he's walking out of their sections and slipping into the booth toward the back. Slipping his lanky, lean body into your section's booth.

It's like he can't let you out of his sight for long, because he craves the occurrence of running into you too much. He keeps coming back in hopes to be more familiar with you, and you with him.

HOPING THIS HEADCANON GOT YALL CRAZY LIKE I... HE'S SOFKJSDSRFKL :')) he deserves anything and everything. so this will most certainly be expanded on in a fuller fic with much more depth and nuance <333

just had to get this word vomit out! i hope u enjoyed :))) please let me know ur thoughts!

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #isaegi #i am SO gonna bring this to life #it is in the drafts #OH I LOVE YOU FOREVER SATORU <333 :(

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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Holidate (Snowventeen Collab)

pairing; yoon jeonghan x afab reader

genre; smut, angst, fluff

warnings; fake boyfriend au, artist!jeonghan, stress about lying, unrealized feelings, conflict with family, reader’s parents are in the fic, joshua hong as a best friend, pretty heavy angst, eating and drinking mentioned, protected sex, oral (f receiving), handjob, fingering, light scratching, light breast play

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w/c; 13k and some change

a/n; this will be my last snowventeen fic and for some reason as with most of my holiday fics this one got out of hand with length. I hope you enjoy it. thank you to @junkissed-replies, @duhnova, and @wonwussy for reading/proofreading.

“Why me?” Jeonghan’s brow raises in amusement giving you a full once over while you stand in front of him. He was one of your best friends but he really could be a dick when he wanted to be. “Because for one, you said you aren’t doing anything with your family for the holidays. Two, you are…classically attractive, and three, I need your help.”

When you call him attractive, Jeonghan’s smirk widens dramatically, leaning over the kitchen counter towards you lifting his hand to push your hair behind your ear causing you to take a breath. “You think I’m attractive?” Of course that would be the only part of the entire explanation he would have latched on to. Sighing loudly, you push his hand down causing Jeonghan to laugh and stand at his full height again.

“Will you go with me or not? I’m sure there will be someone there to torture, besides me.” Jeonghan runs his thumb along his bottom lip and gives you another once over lost in thought. A sigh escaping his lips when he nods causing you to smile melting his facade for a brief moment. You watch his face soften, his smile genuine until he clears his throat and glances down to his phone.

“I’m sure it will be fun and then you’ll owe me. I’m not sure how you’ll ever pay me back for this one though.” You sigh loudly at his words, lifting your shoulders in a dramatic shrug causing Jeonghan to laugh while he watches you. “I’ll buy you some paint or cook for you for like a week.” As much as he wanted to hold his over you for longer, Jeonghan couldn’t help the smile on his lips at your ideas of paying him back. They were both so genuine things he would enjoy from you but mostly just knowing that both would include your company.

You watch him nod, his lips pursed in thought causing his face to look somehow even more strikingly handsome. You found yourself more often than not wanting to smack the smug look off his face but you knew you never could. “Tell you what, I’ll keep those in the bank,” Jeonghan points at his head at the mention of the bank, his lips turning up in a smirk causing you to roll your eyes as he continues speaking. “and I’ll let you know what I decide. For now, gorgeous, you can call me boyfriend.” You really were going to regret this.

Your stomach was in knots by the time that you and Jeonghan pulled up outside of your family home. He had been a perfect gentleman and actually helpful most of the trip. Trying to help you stay calm, telling you he would make this easy. “We’ve been friends for years, Y/N. I know you better than you know yourself. I can play your boyfriend without a problem.” Then why was your brain screaming that your family would know you were lying?

This had all been so that you could stop the questions of when you were going to find a boyfriend, when you were going to get married, and most of all so you could stop the “well, you know your eggs are dying each and every day” conversations. For the past few years you were the center of attention for all the wrong reasons so this year you had taken it into your own hands to change the script.

Sliding out of the car, you swallow hard starting to turn towards the trunk of the Uber only to feel Jeonghan take your hand, hearing him tsk at you. “You are going to have to act like my girlfriend too. This is a two way street darling. So, though I don’t know who those people watching from the window are, I think it would be better if I carried in our bags, don’t you agree?”

Your eyes scan the front of the house seeing the face of your cousin, your mother, and one of your aunts watching you like a hawk. A large smile on your mother’s face while her hands gripped at the front of her dress trying to remain calm, you were so much like her. You had been nervous before, now you are terrified, your hands were sweating and Jeonghan could feel you trembling.

“Oh my god, they are gonna know I’m lying.” Jeonghan sighs at your words reaching up to push your hair from your forehead while the Uber driver sets the bags at his feet muttering a simple goodbye before the car pulls out of the driveway. “No they won’t. I won’t let this fail, when have you ever seen me fail anything?”

He had a point, he was good at everything. It was truly disgusting the more you thought about it. You found yourself instinctively leaning into Jeonghan’s hand making him smirk a bit, his own stomach doing flips but he was much better at hiding it. “Mhm, that’s what I thought. So just go with the flow and try to follow my lead. I’ll try to follow yours, okay?”

When you nod, Jeonghan smiles, his eyes glancing towards the window seeing even more people watching the two of you now. “Mm we have quite the audience. Don’t pull away…” You start to ask from what but Jeonghan leans in pressing his lips to yours letting them brush over yours so softly it takes your breath away. Shock sets in only once he pulls back his hand on your cheek covering your reaction from the onlookers, only a look of admiration on his face even as he wants to laugh at your wide eyes. “Couples kiss, you are going to have to get used to that, baby.”

“Oh my god, you’ve never kissed me before.” Jeonghan laughs, his thumb brushing along your cheek for a moment longer before he finally steps away to pick up both bags glancing back to wink at you. “Yeah, well I’ve never had a reason or occasion to kiss you before. Now let’s go in before they come out here. You have to introduce me to your family.”

You were still in shock walking slightly behind Jeonghan while taking the lead, making you bite the bullet and head towards the house. “You keep calling me pet names, you called me baby.” Jeonghan laughs, glancing over to you with a nod, “You are so observant today. I did call you baby because couples also use pet names. I thought it would be strange if we didn’t use them. You can call me anything you want, unless it’s something that would be obviously embarrassing. Y/N, take a deep breath, you look like you are going to pass out.”

His words are deaf in your ears when the front door opens, your mom’s voice cutting through the silence. “Y/N! Hi honey, you didn’t let us know you had landed and that you’d be bringing a guest.” You start to speak but Jeonghan can see how your lips barely seem to move so he takes over leaning to sit down the bags on the first step of the house, a bright smile on his lips when he offers your mother his hand.

“I’m Yoon Jeonghan, I’m afraid much of this is my fault, Mrs. Y/L/N. Y/N wanted to give you all a heads up but I thought it would be more fun if I was more of a surprise, a gift in a way. I know how important she is to you all, she has to be if she’s so important to me.” Your mother’s breath is shallow while she holds Jeonghan’s hand, his charming words cutting through her like a knife.

“Oh…it’s okay Jeonghan. I just, I’m afraid dear that I have only heard your name a few times from my daughter and with how you are speaking about her…” She lets the words trail off hoping that Jeonghan would fill in the blanks while her eyes fall on you, your cheeks burning as others stand in the doorway of the family home.

Jeonghan laughs moving to put his arm around your waist, his fingers pressing into your hip pulling you closer to him. “Again, my fault, I apologize. I hope you won’t hold that against your daughter or me, but if you are thinking that we are together you are correct. We have been for just under a year now.”

The two of you hadn’t discussed details of your dating life, that was hitting you now like a ton of bricks and you were incredibly grateful to Jeonghan for being so composed in coming up with a story on the spot. Glancing up at him you find yourself smiling softly making his throat tighten when his heart beats a bit faster.

Your mother’s voice cuts through you once again but you don’t look away from Jeonghan right away. “Oh! Oh my goodness, Y/N! He’s lovely, I wish you had told me. I don’t understand why you two have kept this so hush hush…”

Jeonghan grins, lifting his hand without thinking to brush over your cheek, making your mom coo out a sound of appreciation at how tender he appears with you even as he speaks. “I guess I just wanted to keep her to myself for a little while. No pressure to be anything but us.” You swallow hard nodding in agreement watching Jeonghan move to pick up the bags again. His eyes finding your mom once again letting her grab your hand pulling you closer to her.

“I’m so happy to see you with someone like this.” You laugh a bit out of nerves until you meet Jeonghan’s eyes and his smile. “I’m happy too, Mom.” Her laugh mirrors yours, her hand holding you tighter while pulling you up the stairs letting Jeonghan follow you both this time. “Okay let me get you both settled then you can introduce Jeonghan to everyone.”

The word ‘everyone’ echoed in your head all the way up the stairs and to your old bedroom where you stood still causing your mom to laugh. “Where is Jeonghan going to stay?” The laugh that escaped her lips caused you to jump slightly surprised only to feel Jeonghan behind you like a reliable rock. “Honey…I am not under any impression that if you two have been dating for around a year that you haven’t shared a room. He can stay with you, I don’t mind, besides we are tight on space. This is easiest.”

Jeonghan’s cheeks were warm this time, he had expected to have his own space away from you at least a night but he smiles at your mother leaning down to kiss the side of your head reassuringly. “This is perfect Mrs. Y/L/N. I’d rather be close to Y/N anyway.” You both watch her smile, a nod of her head when she pushes the door opening showing you the same bedroom you had used since a child. You find yourself happy you had taken down most of the embarrassing posters and changed out the bedding set a few years ago.

“Once you two are settled please come down. We are going to have drinks soon and like I said, you have to introduce your boyfriend to everyone. I know they are literally holding themselves back from climbing the stairs to get a look at him.” Another nervous laugh slips from your lips but you nod, leaning to kiss your mother’s cheek shutting the door with a small creaking sound.

Jeonghan watches you lean your forehead against the wood, his eyes curiously moving along your body while he drops the bags next to the bed and sits on it. “Y/N…she didn’t know. We are doing fine.” Your throat felt like it was closing up but you nod and glance back at Jeonghan furrowing your brows seeing him sitting on your bed. “Oh my god, how are we going to do this? You, sleeping in here, with me.”

A small sigh slips from Jeonghan’s lips, he didn’t see what the big deal was with sharing the bed but clearly it was making you freak out. Standing he glances around the room seeing a thick blanket picking it up showing it to you. “Just provide me with a pillow. I can sleep on the floor.” You felt horrible, the idea of him sleeping on the floor but at the same time it did make you calm down some. It seemed easier than sharing the bed with him.

Nodding you move further into the room while Jeonghan lays the blanket on the bed turning back towards you offering you his hand. “The others won’t be as easy as my mom. She’s easily charmed.” You watch a smirk spread over Jeonghan’s lips when he takes your hand running his thumb along the back of it lifting his brow.

“Well I’m incredibly charming, Y/N. You just keep up with the story in case we get separated. With that said, we probably need a firmer one, we didn’t really talk about that.” He watches you nod while obviously chewing on your cheek. “Okay, dating for just under a year. We’ve been friends for years, which is true. I asked you out for dinner, I’m a gentleman so that makes sense.”

When you roll your eyes Jeonghan laughs fighting the urge to lift his hand to brush over your cheek again. “Well I am, just ask your mom. So dinner, it became two then three dates and finally we just decided to become an item. You like that I paint…” You furrow your brows at Jeonghan’s words tilting your head.

“Yeah I do, so?” His fingers hold your thumb, stroking your skin gently without much thought, a laugh so smooth exiting his mouth it makes you have to hold back a shiver. “I’m just pointing out an easy point of conversation. I like how determined you are, smart, and kind…you were easy to fall in love with.”

Your brows furrow, you swallow hard finding it almost difficult to do so making your next words come out slightly strained. “Well your painting can’t be the only thing I like about you.” Jeonghan grins, raising his brow, lifting his free hand to gesture for you to continue. “Then tell me darling, what else do you love about me.”

The word love makes you pause, your mouth opening and closing one too many times making Jeonghan laugh. “God you are adorable…” When your hand connects with his chest, the smack weak but still getting your point across, Jeonghan continues to laugh, lifting both hands this time in defeat. “I…fine, I love that you are talented, your paintings, you are intelligent, charming, and deep down…and I mean way deep in your twisted little soul you are one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.”

It was Jeonghan’s turn to swallow hard, his cheeks burning slightly while he laughed to hide his own feelings. “See, that wasn’t so hard. This will be easy as pie. Even I have to admit looking at us this all makes sense. So…we continue to go with the flow.”

Jeonghan’s words make you take in another shaky breath, something becoming far too common for you recently. His eyes are still moving over your face in thought until you finally nod your head and meet his eyes. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. Let me just freshen up a little bit and we can go downstairs.” Watching you move from him, Jeonghan bites at his bottom lip when you move into the ensuite bathroom. At least you two were lucky enough to have that extra space to yourselves which would make showering easier on this trip without drawing suspicions.

Behind closed doors you take a few steadying breaths looking at yourself in the mirror, the water running into the sink in front of you loud enough that you hoped Jeonghan wouldn’t hear your panicked sighs. You had always been more attracted to Jeonghan than you wanted to admit to yourself much less him, and now you were stuck in the same bedroom with him for close to a week. You knew you had put yourself into this predicament and yet it didn’t seem to help you feel any less panicked about it.

By the time you come out of the bathroom Jeonghan is sitting back on your bed looking at his phone, both bags on the dresser open. “You opened my bag?” Without looking up Jeonghan nods with a sound of acknowledgement. “In case you needed something before we headed down. I was going to look for your toiletries bag but I didn’t wanna overstep. Especially since you packed your lacy things on top.”

Your cheeks burn hotter than you thought they could, a scoff falling from your lips when you move over to your bag digging through things slightly to find your smaller bag taking it out putting it down harder than necessary. “What’s wrong Y/N? I didn’t mess with them. They are pretty, shame no one sees them.”

“Yoon Jeonghan…I said to torture someone besides me while we are here. Oh my god, please stop talking about my underwear and my sex life.” Jeonghan laughs under his breath, moving to stand, finding his way to stand behind you looking over your shoulder into the mirror. “Sorry, you make it too easy sometimes. I’ll be good, promise.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror while Jeonghan lifts his hand offering you his pinky as his promise. Your brows furrow but you lift your hand linking your pinky awkwardly with his not moving to turn around. Jeonghan’s hand slides along your hip, a smirk on his lips briefly until he pulls away with a sigh. “Waiting on you, baby. I’m ready to go meet the family.”

Most of the introductions had gone much like your mother’s until you had reached your cousin Patricia. Her eyes lingered just a little too long on Jeonghan for a woman who was already in a relationship, her smirk too knowing. “It’s just so funny to me that no one knew about you beforehand, Jeonghan. Y/N is really not great at keeping secrets. In fact she’s always been a little too loose-lipped for her own good, ever since we were kids.”

Your eyes fell on her left hand, she had been moving it more than she needed to trying to get you or Jeonghan one to say something about the ridiculously large diamond situated on her ring finger. Jeonghan laughs a bit strained, his fingers pressing into your side while he takes a deep breath into your hair trying to stay calm while dealing with the woman. “Mm, you smell so good.” At his words, your cheeks burn but a smile spreads across your cheeks at how genuine he seems even as you meet his eyes.

Patricia watches the interaction only to roll her eyes at the theatrics and clear her throat. “As I was saying…” Her sentence is cut short when Jeonghan looks back at your cousin with a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips that you had only seen when he was truly irritated. “That I am a well kept secret, Trish…we wanted it that way. I liked having her all to myself. No annoying phone calls from relatives…on either side asking when we’d take the next steps.”

“Mm right, and it’s Patricia. I’d prefer that, if you don’t mind.” Jeonghan just smiles, lowering his head in a small nod that you know meant he would call her Trish a few more times now knowing it bothered her. When Patricia lifts her hand obviously to push her hair behind her shoulder, a laugh slipping from her lips, Jeonghan sighs, noticing you giving her the attention she wanted.

You hadn’t meant to look at the ring again but she was throwing it in your face and the moment she noticed you looking Paticia gasped with such fake surprise you felt sick to your stomach. “Oh, yeah, oh my god Y/N look at this. Liam proposed last week, and I just had to say yes. He really is the most amazing man I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

Jeonghan watches you reluctantly congratulate her, your fingers brushing barely over hers to acknowledge the ring. “You can touch it, it’s 4 carats. Cost him a literal fortune but he said I was worth it and who am I to argue. “ Patricia’s words were starting to grate on Jeonghan’s brain, especially when he watched one of your aunts, assuming it was the woman’s mother approach and start to gush over the engagement to you.

“We are just overjoyed. We seriously expected you to be first Y/N. Your mother has honestly been disappointed every single year dear. Such a shame, but now since you seem to have a dashing young man…maybe he will make an honest woman out of you yet.” That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back in Jeonghan’s head.

“I already have, or we are well on our way.” Your brows furrow heavily at Jeonghan’s words, the two women in front of you suddenly speechless, their eyes fixated on the man standing at your side. His eyes fall on your confused ones, you watch him smile, a look of confidence on his face. “Sorry baby, I know you wanted to wait but it is the holidays. Besides…I’d rather them all know you are going to be my wife.”

As if his words were a beacon in the room, your mother was at your side within seconds. Her hands grabbing your hands looking for a ring causing your cousin to laugh in disbelief. “She’s, well, she’s not even wearing a ring.” She had a point, you thought to yourself. This hadn’t been the plan, not even in the realm of the plan. This was so far off script that you were also speechless.

Jeonghan however shrugged, a gentle smile on his lips when he met Patricia’s eyes. “We didn’t want to rub our good fortune into the face of others. The holidays are supposed to be about family and coming together. That’s why Y/N wanted to wait but after meeting you all, this felt like the exact right time to let you all know.”

It seemed to be enough to silence your cousin for the time being, Jeonghan watched her take a step back allowing your mother to step in closer to you. Her excitement obviously keeps you and Jeonghan distracted until he feels a firm hand on his shoulder. His eyes find the hand before who it belongs to only for Jeonghan to swallow hard when he meets the eyes of your father.

“Could we have a talk, son?” Your eyes were now on your father and Jeonghan even when your mother told you he would be fine and to just stay with her. “Oh..yeah I know but, uh Daddy, be nice!” Your words barely reach the man’s ears but you hear a gruff sound that lets you know he heard you request. Jeonghan wrings his hands together, his nerves taking over him more than they had the entire night when he finds himself in a corner of the living room away from most of the guests.

“Um, sir…I feel like I should apologize for just springing this on everyone. I should have of course asked for permission be–” His words were cut short when Jeonghan watches the man smile, your father’s larger hand moving to gently slap at his cheek. “I appreciate that you considered it now. I have been watching you with her, Y/N looks happy. That’s all I need or want, Jeonghan. Don’t break my little girl’s heart, that’s what I wanted to tell you away from everyone else.”

Jeonghan stands perfectly still, the hand falling from his face while the man keeps his eyes fixed on him waiting for him to speak. “I–I won’t, I swear.” Now he felt like you had when the two of you had arrived. The man was going to know he was lying, not about perhaps breaking your heart but about it all. Swallowing hard, Jeonghan puts on a smile and lifts his hand to scratch at his eyebrow in thought.

“I believe you, and don’t keep any more of the details from us. I’m afraid my wife might lose her mind if you try, and I’ll lose mine in the process of that. I look forward to meeting your parents one day soon, hopefully.” Jeonghan holds back a groan at the idea of how he was going to turn this back around after he left here. He was going to break your mother’s heart but that was something he’d have to worry about next week.

“Uh, yes sir. I’m sure they would be very happy to meet you as well.”

At the end of the night you found yourself sitting on your bed, your hands tugging at your sleep shirt in an attempt to pull it further down your legs while Jeonghan made a makeshift bed on the floor near you. Reaching for the other pillow on your bed you offer it to him when he looks up from kneeling on the floor, his eyes lingering over your bareskin without much shame causing you to swallow hard.

“Jeonghan…” You watch him smile glancing away to put the pillow down muttering his apologies though it wasn’t your intention. “No, I was just going to say, the marriage thing? What the hell? We don’t even have a ring…that wasn’t the plan. That goes way beyond you pretending to be my boyfriend, don’t you think?”

Turning to lay down on the blanket, Jeonghan makes a face to the feeling of the hard floor against his back before letting out a small sigh. “I just got frustrated at your cousin, she’s a real bitch. You looked like a deer in the headlights when it came to her, so I lost it and it just kinda happened. I’ll get you a ring tomorrow.”

It was that simple? He could just get a ring tomorrow. When you scoff, Jeonghan glances up to you on the bed, a smile on his lips at your reaction. “What? Are you mad? Everyone seemed so happy about it. I mean except Trish.” Furrowing your brows you let out a breath moving to lay down on the bed looking up at the ceiling in the low light while Jeonghan’s eyes still remain on what he can see of you even as you pull the covers over your body.

“I’m not mad, I’m just worried. That was a huge jump and it’s going to be a huge disappointment later.” Jeonghan felt that same sinking feeling he had felt when talking with your father earlier. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, and to leave you with the clean up later. “Y/N…I can try to fix–” You speak over Jeonghan cutting him off causing him to smile, his teeth catching his bottom lip.

“However, it is nice to watch Patricia not be the center of attention and get what she wants for once.” Turning on your side, you look at Jeonghan, your eyes moving across his face until he notices meeting your eyes causing him to laugh. “Then we will let you have your moment, babe.”

Shaking your head, you tuck your chin into the covers with a half surprised sound trying to get comfortable when Jeonghan calls you another pet name. “No one is here to hear you call me babe.” A smile still on his face, Jeonghan shrugs, turning his face back towards the ceiling letting a soft breath slip from his lips. “No, but I’m just letting you get used to hearing it.”

The sound of the knock at the door didn’t seem real at first. You whine not wanting to wait up, turning your face into the pillow you mutter in your sleep but then hear your mother’s voice telling you that she has breakfast in bed for you and your fiancé. “Huh?”

“I have some breakfast for you honey. Are you decent? Unlock the door and I’ll bring it in.” Panic sets in when you glance to the floor to see a still sleeping Jeonghan. Sliding out of the bed you kneel beside him and put your hand over his mouth speaking in whispers when he wakes up shocked to see you leaning over him. “My mom is here with breakfast. Get in the fucking bed!”

Jeonghan shakes his head trying to understand what is happening but another knock and the impatience in your mother’s voice sends him into a similar panic as you get him moving. You watch him move around your bed, the pillow back in its original place, his legs under the covers while you throw the blanket over your comforter trying to make it look as if the two of you had been using it for extra warmth.

“Mom, I’m coming!” Making sure Jeonghan was settled, you see him nod before you open the door and offer her a smile, your fingers pulling at your nightshirt similar to the night before when you had tried to hide your legs from Jeonghan. “You didn’t have to bring us breakfast. We could have come down to eat…”

“I know honey, but it’s already after 9 and you hadn’t come down yet so I figured I would just bring it up. I assumed the two of you were up late…being young.” You grimace at her connotation causing her to laugh while she approaches the bed, her smile on full display for Jeonghan. When he leans to take the tray of food and coffee from her, your mother coos in appreciation glancing back at you happily. “I adore him, he’s such a gentleman. Do you two have plans today?”

You start to speak, but Jeonghan is quicker with a smile on his face. “Mm yes, Y/N has promised to take me into town. Show me around a little bit, I hope you don’t mind Mrs. Y/L/N. “ Your mom laughs giddy with excitement, shaking her head with a hand on her chest. “I don’t mind at all but please Jeonghan, you are literally part of the family now. Call me Mom, I insist.”

Jeonghan glances at you then nods, clearing his throat while moving the tray so you can sit back down on the bed next to him. “Of course…Mom. I’ll be sure to get her back well before dinner.” The two of you watch your mother fuss over you for a moment longer before she finally leaves the room shutting the door with a small squeak leaving you both in silence.

“That was too close of a call. We can’t take that long to answer the door again…” Jeonghan nods in agreement, stabbing a fork into some scrambled eggs lifting them towards you, surprising you when he offers you the first bite of food. Watching you take the food he smiles a bit and shrugs. “You’ll just have to share your bed with your future husband.”

Walking around downtown in your hometown felt different this year. It always felt a little strange after being gone for a few months but this year it was like seeing it through different eyes. Jeonghan had let you point out a few stores to him, he had commented on how quant it all felt in comparison to where he had grown up and where the two of you lived now.

Now you were sitting outside of a store, a bag at your feet and a drink in your hand while you waited for Jeonghan to finish his errand. You had an idea of what he was up to but if you thought too much about it your stomach began to feel twisted up with nerves. It wasn’t real but it was terrifying how quickly you had to begin reminding yourself of that.

Jeonghan thanked the woman at the counter reaching out to take the small bag containing a velvet box. It had taken him far too long to decide on a ring, especially for a relationship that wasn’t real. His brain just couldn’t seem to tell his heart the same as he slipped the bag into his jacket pocket and headed out onto the sidewalk turning back up to where he had left you.

You were breathtaking, just sitting on a bench, the sun on your skin and in your hair. Jeonghan smiled to himself watching you for just a moment longer than he probably should have while you fidgeted with your phone almost seemingly out of nerves before he felt his own phone go off in his pocket. You had obviously sent him a text message and he couldn’t blame you. He had taken so long on his task but he didn’t take his phone out instead he pushed forward simply saying your name causing you to look up with a smile spreading over your pretty face when you saw him.

“I’m really sorry, I know that took me forever. Oh you went shopping too? What did you get?” Jeonghan glanced at the larger bag on the ground next to your feet with curiosity. “Uh I’ll show you when we get back to the house…I sent you a text just a minute ago. I was just getting worried about you. I know you don’t know this area.”

You had been worried about him, Jeonghan’s chest tightened slightly but he managed to keep a straight face putting on a slight smirk. “I found you didn’t I?” When you nod, Jeonghan sits beside you reaching for your drink, taking a sip of the coffee with a pleased sound even as you stare at him in disbelief.

“What? What is that look for? Couples share drinks, darling.” Jeonghan watches you shake your head, your head lowering trying to hide an amused smile giving him time to take out the small bag removing the box. “Mm, Y/N?” Hearing your name you think Jeonghan wants you to take your drink back but when you go to reach for it you find a velvet box in his hand instead, making you lose not only your train of thought but also your breath.

Sensing your panic, Jeonghan scoots closer taking your left hand a laugh under his breath. “Don’t make it a big deal. You might hate it anyway…” You doubted it very much but yet you couldn’t find the words to come up with a witty comeback while you watched him open the box. Your eyes move over the ring, a pear shaped diamond, the band containing more small diamonds that caught the sun in an almost blinding way.

“I mean, if you really do hate it…the lady said I could exchange it within 48 hours–” Without thinking you move your left hand from his once the ring was settled in place to place your palm against Jeonghan’s cheek. Your lips brush against his gently taking his breath away this time. When it clicks what you’ve done, the apologies start under your breath but Jeonghan laughs, shaking his head.

“Why are you sorry? Couples kiss, especially engaged ones.” All you could think was there was no one here to watch the two of you kiss. There was no reason for you to have done it but his lips were back on yours, his hand pulling you closer by the back of your neck deepening the kiss further. You feel your chest tightening knowing you should pull away and remind both of you that this wasn’t real but it felt too nice to just give into the moment.

Jeonghan smiles against your lips when you don’t pull away. His stomach flips with excitement because though he knows he should pull away he doesn’t want to. He had found himself wanting to get closer to you before this entire trip and situation but he had never known how to approach it. He had been afraid to ruin what to him seemed like the perfect friendship.

When Jeonghan’s tongue glides along yours for the first time, that is when your brain fires off a panic, a small whine slipping from your lips. Jeonghan sighs against your lips leaning his forehead against yours nodding. “Sorry…that was too much.” You wanted to tell him it wasn’t, that you were just afraid of what this all meant or what it could mean but instead you only nod.

“I promised your mom we would be back in time for dinner. I need to keep that promise.”

You found yourself surprised how with even the weight of an expensive ring on your finger, your mother fawning over you, Jeonghan caused your nerves to calm with a single look. Dinner was much more simple with less family over though you knew that wouldn’t last in the days to come. More family would be back for dinners and holiday celebrations but you could take what calm you could get. Especially if that meant time away from your aunt and cousin.

After dinner Jeonghan had been able to help you slip away without much trouble using his charm, something you were actually beginning to enjoy. Maybe you could get used to being around him more. No, that wasn’t a thought you needed in your mind, no matter how easy he was making this.

Watching him from the bed you find yourself smiling to yourself before you remember the bag you had brought home from the shopping trip now sitting in the arm chair in the corner of the room. “Oh! Jeonghan, I almost forgot.” Your voice is almost unexpected, especially with how excited you sounded saying his name, Jeonghan jumps slightly laughing under his breath when he turns to watch you crawling over the bed, your shirt riding up your legs.

Jeonghan finds himself sucking in a breath to suppress a soft groan to the image, the look of your thighs on display like this was not something he had thought he would see but he had often imagined them. “What…uh, what did you forget?” You glance over at his stuttered words, a smile on your lips when you drag the large bag on to the bed and pat next to it for him to join you.

“I bought you a present, ya know…since I owe you for all of this.” Moving towards the bed Jeonghan takes a breath, trying to keep his eyes from your legs and instead on your face and the bag once you start to take out the art supplies making his heart melt. “You didn’t seem to bring any. You are always painting back home…I thought you might miss it while we are here. I don’t think they aren’t like fantastic , but it’s something to play with.”

Sitting on the bed Jeonghan takes the brushes from your hands letting his fingers slip over yours making you shiver slightly. You meet his eyes briefly before clearing your throat returning to your task taking out a few different sized canvases, some tubes of paint, and pencils. “I know there are more things you use, and normally you’d choose oil but the lady at the store said for travel, gouache would be easier for little projects.”

You really had thought about everything, Jeonghan smiled shaking his head taking a tube of the paint into his hands looking it over. “This is wonderful, babe. Thank you…seriously.” Your stomach tightens at the pet name and how it flows off his lips even with no one watching the two of you. When you reply with a meek, “You’re welcome” Jeonghan looks up with a laugh tilting his head. “Are you okay?”

Nodding you move from your knees to pull at your nightshirt trying to cover your skin once again. “Uh yeah, no I’m fine. Just a little tired…we had a busy day.” Jeonghan’s eyes fall on your hands fussing with the front of your shirt much like your mom seemed to do with her dresses or shirt when she was lost in thought. A smile on his lips even when he nods moving to stand moving the art supplies from the bed sitting them to the side.

“Then we should call it a night. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day, or evening I suppose. Your dad was telling me that the family is coming back over for dinner.” You nod moving under the covers, your heart beating fast while you watch Jeonghan move around the bed. His eyes catching yours and how nervous you clearly were.

“I promise I’ll be a good boy. I’ll keep my hands to myself and everything.” You couldn’t help but to laugh at Jeonghan’s words, feeling the bed sink down very slightly under his weight. A small happy sigh leaving his lips at the difference between the floor and the hard floor hitting him like a train. “God, your bed is comfortable.”

You feel a bit of guilt watching him turn on his side, his face nuzzling into the pillow making you smile slightly when he allows himself to get comfortable. You knew this had to be better than the floor, you couldn’t imagine how much his back must hurt with just a blanket to lay on. “I’m sorry Jeonghan.”

A sound of tired confusion leaves his lips, Jeonghan’s eyes opening to look at you laying on your side looking at him. The sight of you like this once again taking his breath away more than he had anticipated. “Why are you sorry?” He watches you shrug slightly clearly thinking too hard with how your brows pinch together.

“I shouldn’t have made you sleep on the floor in the first place. We are both adults, that was incredibly childish of me. I just…get more nervous around you than I probably should.” Jeonghan grins, his brow raising in curiosity. He wanted to press you and get to the bottom of why you were nervous around him but he felt like he already knew the answer, he just wished you’d say it. “Mm, well don’t be so worried about things. They say things happen for a reason right?”

Rolling your eyes, you laugh and turn on your back causing Jeonghan to stifle his own laugh by biting his lips. God you were so pretty even in a dark room, he had you in a bed and all he wanted to do was kiss you again but he had made a promise. “Goodnight Jeonghan.” Your voice cuts through the silence and his thoughts, Jeonghan makes a sound nodding his head a soft, “Goodnight” muttered into the night.

Jeonghan had woken up in the bed alone, he had been a bit sad about that but he wasn’t upset about how much better his back felt. He could hear the sounds of your family downstairs but he also knew there was no rush to go down. He wanted to give you time with them alone, he owed that to you. He had been on your heels almost the entire time since the two of you had walked in the front door.

Taking his time, Jeonghan took out the bag of art supplies you had gotten for him, unwrapping each one with extreme care. A smile on his lips while he balanced his phone on his shoulder letting it ring while he waited for Joshua Hong to pick up on the other end. It had been a few days since he had really talked to any of his other friends, including his best friend, and a lot had happened.

“Realize there is a time difference you, asshole.” Jeonghan laughs hearing the tired voice of his best friend, shrugging while he shifts in the floor using one of the smallest canvases as a paint pallet to hold a few different colors while he balances a larger canvas against his leg. “Morning to you too, Sunshine. I need to talk to you so get your ass up, it’s not that early. You are just lazy.”

Joshua groans, lifting his phone from his ear making a face realizing that Jeonghan was right. It was early morning but it wasn’t so early he could make too much of an argument. “I’m not lazy, I was out late having fun. You remember what that is like? Going out trying to get laid? Instead of playing boyfriend?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, his focus split between the painting he was working on and the teasing coming from the phone. “I’m playing fiancé actually…” Hearing this development Joshua sits up in his bed rubbing his eyes as if that would change what he had heard. “Pardon me? Who’s fucking idea was that?”

“Uh, mine actually. It was kind of an accident. Well not really but I’m not sure how to explain it. I was annoyed with her cousin. She’s such a bitch, trying to make Y/N feel like shit. I was tired of it so I just kinda said we were already engaged.” Jeonghan scoffed, hearing the laugh from the phone while Joshua tried to process what he had just been told.

Adjusting the phone on his shoulder, Jeonghan lifts his hand holding the paintbrush, accidentally smearing the blue paint on his cheek. “Did you tell her that you’re in love with her too during this accidental proposal?” Joshua’s words strung but Jeonghan scoffed again, rinsing his brush out more vigorously than necessary.

“I’m not in love with her, it was a crush…and I’m helping a friend. Don’t make this something awkward.” Hearing the sounds of painting, something Joshua was very accustomed to being friends with Jeonghan for so long, he raised a brow leaning forward on his bed. “Okay, did you take painting things with you on this trip? Because that is lame as fuck. Spend time with your girlfriend, I’m sorry your fiancée. And two, sure friends travel across the country to help each other and propose on accident all the time.”

When yet another scoff slips from his mouth, Jeonghan sits up looking at his works thus far before dipping into the yellow paint making a face at Joshua’s words. “No, I didn't travel with painting supplies. Y/N bought me some yesterday, when I was buying her a ring actually. As for traveling across the country, all that bullshit you just said, I’d do it for you so yes for friends, I’d do a lot.”

Joshua laughs in disbelief hearing that Jeonghan had bought you a ring but his words make his laugh fall short. “Ugh, I’d rather you didn’t. You seem perfectly happy in your relationship Hannie.” The cutesy version of Jeonghan’s name coming out of Joshua’s mouth like a taunt. “Are you that jealous, Shua? Did you want me to propose to you by accident first?”

Jeonghan laughs hearing Joshua’s complaints about how stupid he is and how he’s stuck his foot in it this time. “Yeah…I fucking know, but I’ll figure it out. Honestly it’s not bad, I…nevermind.” Joshua smirks a bit when Jeonghan stops himself from admitting anything though he wasn’t an idiot. He had known for a long time how Jeonghan felt about you even if Jeonghan himself was too afraid to admit it.

“Right, well you two enjoy the honeymoon and call me later.” Jeonghan wanted to come back with some witty comeback, something to make Joshua eat his words but the sound of the door opening behind him caused him to stop. “Uh yeah we will and I’ll do that. See ya.”

You smile seeing Jeonghan sitting in the middle of the floor, paint on his cheeks, nose, and neck. It made you happy to see him using the supplies because you knew how important it was to him. Jeonghan watches your eyes move over him and then the painting, the sound of the door closing behind you when you step further into the room.

“It’s so pretty Jeonghan. I was afraid I hadn’t gotten you enough colors to really make anything. I should have known you could make pretty much anything look good.” Jeonghan grins a bit shyly at your attention especially after his conversation with Joshua. You watch as he scratches the back of his neck only managing to smear more paint on to his skin causing you to laugh.

“Jeonghan, baby…you have paint all over you.” Raising a brow, Jeonghan feels his cheeks burn hearing you call him a pet name for the first time. Even if you were using it to tease him slightly. Leaning down you use your fingers to push at the paint on his cheek, your eyes meeting his making you shy now. The look of adoration in his eyes before he lifts his brush pushing it against your jaw playfully.

“Now you do too.” Jeonghan watches you gasp softly the feeling of the cold paint on your skin, he drags the brush along your neck raising his brow when you don’t pull away automatically. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat when Jeonghan puts the brush to the side reaching up to smear the paint along your skin with his thumb, a small laugh on his lips.

“I really want to kiss you.” Your hand slides to his forearm, your fingers pressing against his skin making Jeonghan take a breath, his eyes moving across your face landing on your lips when you finally speak. “No one is here to see it.” You watch a smile spread across his face, Jeonghan shakes his head leaning up to close the space speaking against your lips. “I know.”

Your mother seemed to notice a difference between you and Jeonghan. How he would reach out to hold your hand, lean over to kiss your cheek more often, and mostly how you couldn’t stop looking at him. She hadn’t doubted your affection for the man before but now it was so clear to see that she had to keep herself from staring at the two of you the entire dinner.

On the other side of the table, Patricia had only shown up with her mother. Liam had been called away on business, which seemed to be a usual occurrence for him. You had to admit you felt bad for her though at the moment you couldn’t find yourself caring that much especially when she was still doing her best to try to ruin your “moment”.

“The ring is cute, a bit small. The clarity seems a bit lackluster. You know Liam went to New York to get mine…” Jeonghan laughs softly against your shoulder before pressing a kiss to it. You can hear him barely mutter, “this bitch is getting on my last nerve” before he glances over to your cousin with a sigh. “New York you say? That’s fascinating, Trish.”

She watches as Jeonghan slides his hand delicately along yours, the ring catching the light, nothing wrong with it at all, in fact if put beside hers there was much left to be desired in comparison. Jeonghan had clearly put thought into your ring, not only to make sure it was nice but also about how it would look on your finger. “Not to brag but there’s nothing but clarity to this ring. It’s a French cut pavé diamond, 4.28 carats to be exact, vvs clarity grade. What did you say yours was again?”

Having not expected Jeonghan to have all the details of your ring and for it to be that nice, Patricia simply mutters her first name trying to remind him not to shorten it once again but Jeonghan smiles leaning to kiss your cheek again. “Anyway, the most important thing is how beautiful it looks on Y/N. I just wanted something that could come close to matching how stunning she is.”

You hear Patricia scoff then her mother’s hushed voice telling her to calm down. Your eyes finding your mother’s amused glance before she lowers her own trying not to laugh. Jeonghan grins against your hair muttering his apologies for taking it too far only to feel you shake your head. “Don’t apologize. I’ve never seen her crumble so fast. She’s furious. Thank you for letting me feel like I’m special for once.”

Jeonghan’s smile fades slightly, lifting his hand to brush his knuckles against your cheek. All he could think was how much of a shame it was that you had to only feel that now. “I’ll try to make sure you feel like this more often, darling.”

You listened to the sound of the shower running from the bed, a book on your lap though you hadn’t read a single word. Your eyes looking over the diamond on your hand remembering all that Jeonghan had said about it and you the past few days. All that had happened the past few days. It felt like a whirlwind and as if you had been watching a movie. Like you were watching your life from the outside in.

Furrowing your brows, you sigh leaning your head back against the headboard not really noticing the sound of the shower cutting off or the sound of the door creaking open. Jeonghan watches you, shorts low on his hips, his chest still damp, a towel in his hand lifting it to his blonde hair to push it through catching some falling droplets.

You once again were taking away his breath by doing nothing. You had said you were going to read after your own shower. He hadn’t wanted to disturb you, give you some time to yourself, but now here you were, the book on your lap, but you were running your fingertips over your ring. It made Jeonghan’s chest tighten, his heart beat faster.

Jeonghan tosses the towel gently into the hamper, his eyes finding his now dried painting, a woman draped across a bed, she looked suspiciously like you but you hadn’t commented on it. His lips turned up in a slight smile when you made a sound of acknowledgement realizing he was in the room with you once again.

Your eyes travel over his bare back, the light from the lamps catching some stray water he hadn’t caught with his towel that made you want to run your hands over his skin to push it away, but you didn’t dare move or speak. Jeonghan turned back towards the bed, his eyes much less shy than they had been before when it came to you in this room.

He let them skirt over your leg on the outside of the comforter, up to the nightgown you had chosen to wear tonight instead of an old loose shirt. A smile pushing up at the corner of his lips when he walked around the bed crawling on to it to take the book off your lap closing it even when you start to complain. “You weren’t even reading it.”

“I might have been…besides, why did you take it?” You were asking silly questions and you both knew that. Jeonghan’s hand slides along your side causing your brows to furrow, your body instinctively sliding down in the bed slightly. “Jeonghan…we can’t. This isn’t real, it will ruin our friendship.”

Jeonghan furrows his brows, shaking his head, he would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. Stopping, his hand resting over your hips, Jeonghan glances up letting his nose brush against your, his wet hair dripping still on to your skin. “We can but if you don’t want this, just say it. I’m tired of pretending. You say it isn’t real?”

A whine escapes your lips, your hips lifting towards him, your hand gripping his forearm as if you are trying to keep him from moving from you. His words biting into you, his lips hovering centimeters from yours for the taking. When you press your lips to his, Jeonghan takes that as his signal to continue, his leg moving between yours while his tongue slips into your mouth with a small groan.

You barely realize you are whining when Jeonghan pulls back, a smile on his lips while he shakes his head. “It feels pretty fucking real to me baby.” You didn’t speak because you weren’t sure you could trust yourself not to give away too much. The feeling of how you should run is so present and yet all you could do was pull him back to your waiting mouth.

Jeonghan hisses against your lips when you lift your hips brushing your leg against his now hard cock pressing against his shorts. His forehead resting against yours, Jeonghan’s hand drags your nightgown upwards exposing more of your skin to him. His eyes follow his hand only for him to groan your name when he sees some of the lace on your skin that he had teased you about at the beginning of the trip.

“God you are so fucking pretty. Can I take this off?” You nod, your eyes closed tightly, almost afraid to look at Jeonghan. You feel his mouth against your neck causing you to moan his name while his hands pull at the silk, his thumbs grazing your soft skin. Jeonghan only leans back when he has to pull the gown over your head causing him to gasp out a groan seeing you like this for the first time.

When you whimper out his name in a soft moan feeling the air on your breast, your nipples hardening, Jeonghan smirks slightly leaning you back on the bed. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me…please?” You arch your back pushing your breast towards his touch, his slender fingers tracing your nipples until you finally do open your eyes meeting his waiting gaze. “I’m gonna love you if you’ll let me.”

His words cause your skin to burn, Jeonghan can feel how warm you become, your thighs closing around his leg making him smile. “Please?” One word, a soft beg slipping out of your lips is almost enough to drive Jeonghan crazy. He wasn’t sure he’d ever make you beg, no matter how pretty you sounded doing it. He wanted to give you everything.

The feeling of your fingers running through his damp hair, the tug of the ring causes Jeonghan to groan, his lips pressing to the top of your chest before he works his way lower. His eyes glancing up at you at every small sound falling from your lips. When his tongue laps around your nipple, you lift your hand to bite at the meat of your thumb, a groan from his mouth causing a vibration to radiate through your skin.

Jeonghan lifts his head to take a breath, shaking his head to the sight in front of him. The way your chest was rising and falling, the way your lips looked around your hand. Your eyes had closed again but Jeonghan knew you could feel where he was and where he was going. You whine out when you feel his mouth near your belly button, his fingers twisting the band of your panties around them slowly working them down your hips.

It had been so long since you had been with anyone, and even longer since anyone had taken the time to really appreciate you like Jeonghan was. His soft lips brushing over every inch of your stomach and hips while he helped you lift your hips, pulling the lace along your legs. You open your eyes again when you feel him sit up, hearing him groan and mutter under his breath.

Jeonghan runs his hand over his mouth, dropping your panties behind him with the other. “I know I wanted to see you in the lace but this is so much better. Holy fuck, baby…” You start to speak though you aren’t sure what you were even going to say when you feel Jeonghan’s hand run along your inner thigh towards your center.

You were so wet, Jeonghan could see that but he had to feel it, taste you. Watching Jeonghan move on the bed, you whine at the loss of him but it’s quickly replaced with wonder while you watch him take off his shorts allowing you to see him for the first time. Jeonghan watches you swallow hard, a bit of pride taking over him. While he knew he wasn’t the biggest in the world, he didn’t have any reason to complain.

Watching him run his hand over his cock, you slowly let your eyes move back to his finding him watching you so intently. Jeonghan moves towards the chair where his jeans lay discarded to take out his wallet and a single condom making you laugh for the first time in a while. “Hey, it’s not funny. I’m just prepared…”

Jeonghan tosses the silver square onto the bed near you before he is moving back towards you himself. You reach out to touch him, your hands running over his shoulders causing Jeonghan to shiver, a smile on his lips when they press to skin once again. Feeling his fingers brush between your legs, you gasp in slight surprise arching off the bed. “Are you okay?”

Nodding you meet Jeonghan’s eyes, a smile on your lips, his fingers resting against your thigh just to make sure. “I..yeah, it’s just been a long time and I am nervous.” Jeonghan smiles, nodding in understanding. His lips meet yours gently so he can mutter against them between kisses. “I’ve got you. I’d never hurt you, you just tell me if you want me to stop or if you really like something.”

Jeonghan’s lips claim yours even while you nod, his fingers creating a v to rub along your wet folds separating them causing you to pull back from the kiss leaning your head back. Given access to your neck, he doesn’t waste the opportunity to explore your skin there, his tongue gliding along your skin up to your ear while his middle finger circles your entrance.

When Jeonghan feels your nails press into his skin, he takes that as you having had enough of his teasing, you moan so sweetly to the feeling of his finger pushing into you that his cock twitches. Your brain is on fire with feeling overwhelmed and aroused when Jeonghan’s shaft rubs against your thigh, his pre-cum smearing across your skin you can’t help but to reach between your bodies to wrap your fingers around him letting him slowly thrust into your hand.

With a choke groan against your throat, Jeonghan brows furrow tightly to your touch. The way your soft hand feels around his cock, if it were possible to be any harder he was sure he would have been in that moment. Your warm breath against the side of his head, Jeonghan has to reach to take your hand from him afraid you will cause him to cum too soon. “Too good baby, fuck. Scoot down in bed for me?”

You nod and Jeonghan slides back helping you to move further down into the bed, his hands sliding along your legs to push them apart so he can slide between them. “God there is so much I want to do with you.” His words cause you to shiver, his hair beginning to air dry tickling your skin while he works kisses back down your body. Jeonghan’s right hand moving to pull your calf onto his shoulder, his eyes meeting you once more before you feel his tongue run along your slit.

“Fuck, Jeonghan…” The words were so soft, a whine on your breath, Jeonghan felt like his head was floating hearing you whining for him. The taste of you on his tongue driving him to push his face in closer to you using his free hand to separate your folds giving him access to your clit. When his lips wrap around it, a tiny bit of pressure as he sucks, you squirm trying to close your thighs but find it impossible without squeezing his head between your legs.

Jeonghan grins against your pussy, groans of appreciation, muttering how fucking good you are when he presses his finger back into you, making you gasp his name. Your fingers digging into the bedding under you and his hair between your legs, pulling just enough to make him groan a bit louder. “Gonna…oh god…”

You were doing your best to stay quiet, Jeonghan didn’t know why that was turning him on even more, spurring him on to push you harder in a way. But when he knows you are about to cum for the first time, Jeonghan groans, nodding against you, adding a second finger feeling you stretch around them right before the coil snaps causing you to gasp out the most erotic sound he had ever experienced.

Your fingers shaking against his scalp from how intense your first orgasm felt, you only loosen your grip when Jeonghan moves to slide up your body, his lips finding yours again. You moan to the taste of yourself on his lips. His hand moving to grab the condom on the bed, you only feel him part from you again for a moment so he can open it and roll it down his length before he is back between your legs.

“You’re perfect, did you know that?” His words cause you to look away, turning your face even as you feel his hand move between your legs, the head of his cock lining up with you. Jeonghan’s free hand moves to your chin turning your face back towards him, a groan on his breath when he pushes into you, “Look at me, please, baby? I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you.”

The words didn’t cause your skin to burn any less, you wanted to look away but found it impossible when you met his eyes, your lips parting in a silent moan to the feeling of his cock stretching you as he thrusts in fully. “Oh my god…” Jeonghan moves his hand to run his thumb along your bottom lip, his hips getting into a rhythm when you wrap your leg around his hip allowing him to go deeper and harder.

“Feel so good, God…I’ve wanted this for so long. Such a fucking idiot for waiting this long.” The words are spoken on a groan, Jeonghan’s forehead resting against yours. His breath becomes shallow with each thrust and how your body pulls him back into you. “Fuck, Y/N…I love you. I should have told you that before this too.” You close your eyes, feeling tears gathering on the rim of your eyes, you weren’t sure what he wanted you to say. Especially right now, in this situation, he was just lost in the moment.

Lifting your hand you push it against his cheek, lifting your head to meet his lips in an attempt to make him stop talking, which seems to work. Jeonghan groans into your mouth, feeling you tightening around him, your walls quivering as you get close to another orgasm just as quickly as he was approaching his own. He wanted to keep telling you how he felt because it felt like the right time but your kiss was just too sweet, the way your bodies were fitting together was too perfect.

You whine on his lips falling back over that edge, your nails raking across his back causing him to hiss into the kiss. Jeonghan buries his face in the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming more erratic and shallow but with one last hard, deep thrust you feel the warmth of him spilling into the condom. His hot breath causes chill bumps to spread across your skin, your fingers running through his hair at the back of his neck while he comes down from his climax.

After a few moments, Jeonghan pulls from you and slides from the bed taking care of the condom heading into the bathroom where you hear the sound of running water. You run your hand over your face, contemplating how many mistakes you had just made. Tears finally slip from your eyes when his words echo through your head once again, “I love you. I should have told you that before.”

“It isn’t even real.” You mutter to yourself running your hand over your face pushing the tears away.

Jeonghan could tell you were putting on an act with him, more so than you had before. A frown on his face when you pulled away from a kiss to your cheek even in front of your family, Jeonghan sighed, reaching to take your hand. You let him slide his fingers along yours but you avoid his gaze until he says your name and he can see the sadness in your eyes.

“Baby, are you okay?” No one was close enough to hear the two of you speaking but it was still good out in the open to keep up the act you supposed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why Jeonghan?” You watch him furrow his brows leaning back some to look at you a bit more. “You have been acting strange since this morning. Is this about last night? Do you regret it?”

When you look away, Jeonghan feels his heart sink slightly. You did regret it, you didn’t even have to say it. “Uh, well fuck. Okay…well I don’t. I meant everything I said.” You scoff barely meeting his eyes, how could he say that when you knew the type of person Jeonghan was. He and Joshua would go out every weekend, sometimes even more during the week to pick up girls to get laid so how was this not just another exploit for him or just the feelings of the week getting to his head.

“No you didn’t Jeonghan, and that’s okay. I don’t blame you for that. None of this is real…one more day of this and you will be free to get your head clear of me.” You lift your hand knowing people were starting to watch you, pushing your thumb along his cheek trying to hide his disappointment.

“It’s real, Y/N. Why do you get to say it isn’t?” Shaking your head, you knew this wasn’t the place for this conversation. You weren’t having this conversation when he was drunk on an idea. Standing you take your hand from him and put on a fake smile. “Because I’m a realist.”

Your mom followed you when you walked away from Jeonghan as if she could sense the tension. Jeonghan stayed where he was for a few moments longer, shaking his head before heading outside to clear his head. You were wrong, you were fighting against your own feelings for some reason that Jeonghan couldn’t understand.

He had never been this vulnerable with someone in his life. You literally had his heart in your hands and he wasn’t sure what you were going to do with it.

The next day the both of you had different motives. You were trying to act like you were the happy engaged woman you were supposed to be while Jeonghan had to act like he wasn’t trying to figure you out. In the bedroom you were even more distant. Barely willing to speak to him other than to discuss flight details, and how you were sorry for putting him through this.

Jeonghan wasn’t sure how many different ways he could explain to you that there was nowhere else he would want to be. He wanted to reach inside of your head and shake your brain to make you see things for how they were and not like you were seeing them. Instead he relied on being kind and gentle with you simply reminding you that this was real and how much he cared about you.

The day of your flight, Jeonghan watched you hug your mom and dad, his heart sad at having to leave knowing you were sad doing the same. There was so much love in the house when it was just your immediate family and he could understand why he had fallen in love with you so easily so long ago and how it had been so easy to admit it to you now.

Leaning down to hug your mom, Jeonghan laughs at her kind goodbye and requests for him to help you keep in better touch with your family. “I will do my best. She’s pretty stubborn when she wants to be.” Your mom laughs, her eyes full of love when she meets Jeonghan’s eyes reaching up to pat his cheek. “Yes she is, you will have your hands full, dear.” That much he knew, but it’s all he wanted, that opportunity to be the person who shared that with you now.

Getting into the car after helping you in, Jeonghan glances over to you frowning when you turn your head in order to avoid his gaze. “Y/N, can we please talk about this? We are going to be stuck on a plane for hours, you can’t just avoid talking and looking at me for 5 hours.” You could, you think to yourself but you knew you were being unfair to Jeonghan.

Your fingers play with the ring on your finger while the car heads down the highway towards the airport, your eyes finally looking up to meet Jeonghan’s. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been awful the past couple of days. I did warn you that what happened might hurt our friendship. You are a wonderful man…I feel like I took advantage of you this entire time.”

Jeonghan shakes his head, starting to speak when you reach over to take his hands, placing something metal into his palm. He didn’t need to look down to know what you had put there, he felt his heart sink, tears threatening his eyes but he kept them at bay nodding. “I wanted you to keep it. You didn’t take advantage of anything and I don’t think anything hurt us. I’ve told you, this is real. It’s real for me.”

Shaking your head you glance back out of the window while Jeonghan looks down at the diamond ring in his hand. “You just feel that way right now. You are too close to me, once you get some time away from me…you will realize we both just got a little caught up in it all.”

He wanted to argue with you but the lump in his throat wouldn’t allow it. Instead Jeonghan remained silent, his fingers playing with the ring until the car pulled up outside of the airport. He put it into his pocket and helped the driver to take out the bags letting you take yours when you requested it. Jeonghan’s eyes fixed on yours the entire way through security and while you waited for your flight.

He hadn’t taken the ring back out until the plane was in the air. You had fallen asleep, your head unknown to you resting against his shoulder, Jeonghan let the light from the window catch the diamond to make patterns on the seat in front of him. He felt sick with all the things he wanted to change, all the things he wanted to say. How could he make you understand?

By the time the plane was landing, Jeonghan reached to run his hand over your cheek, waking you up gently with the ring tucked back in his pocket. You could tell something was different about him but you weren’t willing to ask, afraid you would break his resolve or your own. “Sorry…” You mutter realizing you had been leaning against Jeonghan who shrugs only offering you a smile.

“You didn’t bother me, I’m just glad you got some rest.” He was too kind, you could still sense the sarcastic man under the layers but there was this new wall built. Nodding, you clear your throat glancing away, your thumb subconsciously playing with your ring finger, missing the feeling and weight of the ring on your hand.

Jeonghan helped you with your bag and with making your way to the front of the airport where the two of you had agreed to part ways after the trip. Watching you closely, Jeonghan sighs when you start to speak but end up stopping yourself several times causing him to speak instead.

“Y/N, don’t say anything until I finish. Can you do that much for me?” You nod, tears already prickling your eyes. The urge to turn and run causes your feet to ache but you manage to stay still with your eyes on Jeonghan. “You say it isn’t real, that what happened wasn’t supposed to happen. I disagree, because to me this is, or was very real. I’ve been in love with you for years but I was too stupid and prideful to say anything. I guess that’s what got me in this mess right now. So I can’t really blame you for reacting like you are.”

Jeonghan feels his stomach turning when tears build in your eyes, he hadn’t meant to make you cry but he had to finish what he was saying. “But I can’t make you love me back, I told you’d I’d never hurt you and I’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do.” Standing your ground, even as Jeonghan moves forward you let out a small whimper when he takes your hand and you feel the cold metal in your palm.

“I bought it for you for a reason.” Your eyes close when Jeonghan leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, you feel a slight wet feeling to his cheek when he turns to walk away. Your eyes open when the panic starts to set in, your gaze dropping to the ring in your hand feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds.

“Wait….” Your voice is so quiet you barely hear it yourself but when you say it again and yell his name dropping your bag, Jeonghan turns around surprised to find you running towards him. His own bag hitting the ground he is ready to catch you, his arms wrapping around you, his lips meeting yours.

Jeonghan lifts his hands running his thumbs along your cheeks between kisses trying to push away your tears whispering, “Shh, it’s okay baby…I know.” You shake your head reaching up to grab his wrists pulling his hands down, he can feel the ring back on your finger when he meets your eyes again hearing what his heart had been longing for for years.

“It’s real for me too. I love you too. I’m sorry. It’s real…”

Jeonghan smiles, nodding his forehead resting against yours while he tries to calm you down, his mutters echoing your own. Joshua watches from his car, leaning against the driver’s side with a sigh at the sight muttering to himself, “Bout damn time…glad I cleaned out my backseat. Told him I’d be taking them both home.”

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The Roomie Effect

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: You're roommates with your friend Jisung and his boyfriend, Minho. The downsides? You're attracted to both of them, and they're a fairly...active couple. Little do you know; they're also attracted to you. And they want you to be in their relationship with them.

Pairings: Jisung X Reader (F!) X Minho

Genre: Fluff, humor, non-idol au but Stray Kids still knows each other, smut (MDNI)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, "vaping" (reader uses diffuser sticks like pure and cloudy, so no nicotine), reader is a bit of a perv! at some points, anal sex (male x male), Sub! Jisung, Hard Dom! Minho, handjob

Word Count: 4.3K

You still remember when Jisung brought up rooming with him. It had been a pretty calm day, the two of you deciding to hang out because of that reason. You did as you both did, causing mischief, being unhinged, the works. After all, you two were really close friends. Sure, you both had your friend groups, but they weren't the same as when you two were hanging out.

Then again, both of your friend groups were more like one big friend group you two had accidentally created. But, everyone got along. And it was always fun when everyone decided to meet up.

Even so, you and Jisung still loved hanging out together, just the two of you from time to time. And that's what you two did that day, before deciding to grab some lunch. You both decided on that one cafe that you both always enjoyed, sitting down and ordering before visiting with each other.

It was your usual conversation. How classes were going, how life was going. You always asked how his relationship with his boyfriend, Minho, was going as well, mainly because you loved seeing how Jisung's face always lit up whenever he talked about him.

His face only seemed to do that for Minho.

While it stung, you always chose to ignore it. Sure, you liked Jisung, but you had accepted that he just didn't see you like that. And it's not like Minho was a bad boyfriend. No, no, no, Minho was an incredible boyfriend. Loving, considerate, loyal. It was everything you wished for in a man. Course, he was really handsome, too. Jisung deserved someone like that in his life.

But as the conversations went on, and after receiving your food, a new topic spurred on how you were looking for somewhere to live. You had previously been living in the dorms of the college you and Jisung were going to. You were a freshman then anyway, so living at the dorms was a requirement for first years. But you weren't about to live there again. No way in hell.

And the moment that you started complaining about how much you loathed the dorms and wanted to live anywhere else, but apartments were too expensive, Jisung hopped at the opportunity that he saw open right up in front of him.

"Why not just live with me and Minho?" Jisung offered. He had a bright smile on his face, eager to talk you into this idea.

"What?" You asked, raising a brow. "No, I can't do that to you two."

"You make it sound like you're going to burden us." Jisung responded, laughing a bit.

"Don't I already since I always bother you with questions on homework?" You asked again, Jisung shaking his head. While it was true you went to him a lot, since he was a year above you going for a similar major you were (He was going for Music Production, you were going for Music Performance), but it never bothered him.

"You already know I don't mind. And besides, wouldn't it make things easier since you'd have me just down the hall?" Jisung asked you, stuffing some more food into his mouth. "Just think about it. It would lower the rent payments for both Minho and I, and it would be low for you, too. You'd have your own room and bathroom, access to me who can help you with stuff right away, and you'd get to eat Minho's cooking. You'd have room to bake and people to eat what you bake, two people who could buy you alcohol, and you'd get to see me every day!"

"Oh god."

"Hey! Don't make me sound like a nuisance!"

"You kind of are though."

"No, I'm not!" That just made you laugh, Jisung just laughing with you. Once you two settled down, he continued. "In all seriousness, we'd be happy to have you. Especially if it'll make your life easier."

"I don't know..." You responded. You just didn't want to burden the two, especially since you didn't know Minho as well as you knew Jisung. "I mean, I don't want to intrude on you or Minho. Does Minho even know you're offering?"

"I can talk to him about it. I'm sure he'd be perfectly fine with it." Jisung told you, smiling proudly. "Besides, I'm pretty convincing when I want to be."

"So you're gonna let him fuck you, right?"

"NO!"

"You totally are."

"Y/N!"

Again, you laughed at his red face, finding how he hid it in his hands adorable. Jisung was always adorable in your eyes, though. But after he let out a sigh, he lifted his head, giving you a pleading look.

"Could you at least think about it?" Jisung asked, which made you sigh. He knew you couldn't say no to him.

"I'll think about it."

And think about it you did. You spent days deciding if it was really a good idea to move in with Jisung and Minho. Jisung had a lot of good points, but the fact of the matter was that you already secretly liked Jisung, you had for a while now. And you knew Minho was attractive too. So it would probably only be a matter of time before you caught feelings for him as well.

You also knew just how...active...the two were. Any time you and Jisung would drink together, Jisung would be a lot more open about him and Minho, which meant you heard quite a bit about their sex life. And it seemed that they did it often. And that meant that more than likely, you'd be hearing your friend whining and moaning some nights.

And you knew that would only make your little crush get worse.

But, after writing down all of the pros and cons on an index card, the pros that Jisung mentioned, as well as the ones you thought of, outweighed the cons. And so, you let Jisung know the following morning that you'd be willing to move in. So long as Minho was okay with it.

He was.

And so, you found yourself meeting with both of them a few days later to go over some paperwork, chores list, all sorts of stuff. You were actually pretty surprised when Minho asked you if there were any rules you'd like to have, as you weren't expecting that.

"Rules?" You asked, Minho nodding as he kept his arm around Jisung, who was currently scrolling through some form of social media.

"Yeah, y'know, like those terms and agreements you had to fill out at the dorms." Minho said, pulling out his and Jisung's agreement they had made. You were shocked they even had one. "Ji and I decided to write one when we first moved in together. We may be dating, but we both still have our boundaries."

With that, you took the agreement, reading over everything that was currently on it.

If you're gonna invite people over, make the other person aware and make sure it's okay first

If you make a mess anywhere, be sure to pick it up

If it's labelled with a name, don't touch it

Be sure to knock before entering

Make sure to turn lights off in the bathroom and leave the door open so others know it's available

Shoes stay at the entryway

Anytime there's finals week, apartment is to stay as quiet as possible

"I mean, I don't think there's anything I'd want to add." You tell him, smiling up at him. "It seems pretty fair."

"You sure? Nothing about privacy or needing us to tone things down?" Minho asked, pulling Jisung closer to him. He was pretty surprised that you didn't have much to say about that. "We do tend to get kinda wild."

"No, it's fine. I mean, I have noise-cancelling earbuds for a reason." You tell him, giving him a kind smile.

"She had a roommate last year that would always bring people in and would be loud, so she had to resort to that method of studying." Jisung told him, kissing his cheek. Minho then shot you a concerned look.

"Really, if you want us to dial down, we can--"

"Minho, it's fine, really. I'm the one moving in with you guys, you two don't have to change a thing. And if you get loud, I can just plug in. It's not the end of the world." You tell him. That was the end of the conversation.

And before you knew it, you were moved in and all set for the next fall semester.

Jisung could hardly wait for you to move in, so as soon as you were able, him and Minho helped you out. So you ended up moving in a few weeks before school actually started. That way, you could adjust to your new surroundings, as well as get to know Minho a bit better.

All in all, their apartment wasn't bad. Actually, you really liked the place. You had been inside of it a few times before, but usually just in the entryway to pick Jisung up before going and hanging out. But now that you'd be living there, you were really able to take in the beauty of their-well, your home.

They had a really nice sized window in the living room, which brought in a lot of natural lighting. Their kitchen was a nice size as well, having an island and two ovens. Perfect for baking. They also had a decent sized TV with a switch, a nice coffee table and coffee set up, and some greenery and blankets tossed over the couches.

Your room was really nice, too. You spent a lot of time on it, hanging fake vines on the wall of your desk, a nice whiteboard calendar just above your face so you could see the upcoming days. Pens and pencils and markers and all sorts of utensils were put into holders alongside your desk, as well as your laptop stand and a few other things to make it more home-y.

Your bed was made neatly with a few pillows with mushroom decor, an LED mushroom light hung near your own window, and a few other decorations were scattered here and there to really make the room feel like yours.

It was when you were just finishing up with getting everything on your bed figured out when Jisung knocked, getting your attention. You turned and opened the door, only to find Jisung and Minho carrying Jisung's old Clavinova keyboard.

"Hey! Thought you might want this to tie your room together!" Jisung said, carrying it in with Minho, setting it against a wall.

"Wait, are you serious?" You asked, looking at him in awe.

"Jisung bought a newer one over the summer, and he figured that since you always wanted a Clavinova, he could just give it to you for your birthday or something." Minho explained.

"But since you're moving in, I figured that it could be your move-in gift! So, do you like it?" Jisung asked as you gently scooted it up to your wall, admiring it with everything else.

"I do. I don't even know what to say." You said, smiling to Jisung before giving him a hug. "Thank you so much, Ji!"

You missed the blush that covered his face, as well as the big smile that he gave Minho, who smiled just as widely back.

"I told you that she'd love it." Jisung told Minho as they settled back onto the couch. They were waiting for you to finish up with getting settled, as Minho wanted to make sure you were done before cooking.

"I never said she wouldn't, Ji." Minho replied, pulling his boyfriend close. "I just thought that it might take up a bit of space, was all."

"But did you see the look on her face? She was so happy, Min!" Jisung told him, Minho just smiling as he moved Jisung to his lap. Jisung happily went into it, making himself comfortable.

"She was, yes." He said, kissing Jisung's forehead. "I'm still so surprised that she didn't have any rules against us messing around."

"Y/n's like that. She never really wants to make anyone mad at her, so she usually goes with what she thinks other people would like best. She's a people pleaser, I guess you could say." Jisung explained, moving Minho's hair out of his eyes. "It's why she compensated for the noise in her dorm rather than telling them to knock it off. She does voice her complaints, though."

"But I'm assuming it's to people who aren't involved?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding.

"Yeah." Jisung responded. "I heard about how much she hated her last living arrangements a lot, and when I brought up that she should ask them to tone it down, she just responded that she didn't want to make them mad, so she'd just put up with it."

"Hm." Minho turned back to look at your room, seeing that you haven't left it, yet. He turned back to Jisung, bringing his head down to kiss him lightly. "Then let's make a new rule. We can only fool around when Y/n isn't here."

"I was gonna say we should do that." Jisung smiled, kissing Minho again.

But something deep inside both of them knew that the rule wouldn't last.

It was the 2nd week of the fall semester. You were already stuffing your nose into books, listening to music to memorize it, doing Music Theory and pitch practice, everything that required your full attention. Then again, that's how college seemed to work. They bombard you with homework, drowning you so deep that it's hard to come back out on top.

But, in your time of living with Jisung and Minho, you had actually started getting more and more comfortable around them, as well as living with them. You and Jisung seemed to get impossibly closer, spending time at the counter working on homework, as well as in either of your rooms working on things for the one class you both shared that involved singing.

Your feelings also grew for him, as well as his boyfriend.

Minho, as you thought, was much more down to earth, but was kind and caring. He always made sure you had eaten, gotten good rest, and would always be willing to listen to you if you had to vent. He was also sarcastic, a little bit of a trickster, and would threaten to either stuff your mouth with tissues or stick you in an airfryer and cook you at 390° for 15 minutes.

Jisung had a setting, too. 325° for 20 minutes.

Minho was also very blunt. He said what was on his mind whenever he pleased, and he didn't care how it made others feel. Whether that be insulting certain people he went to class with or complimenting you.

It was one thing to be complimented by Jisung, since he did it so much and it was usually just as a joke-like way. Then again, you could tell when he was genuinely complimenting you, as he would always sound awe-struck, no giggles or funny looks coming from him.

Minho was a completely different story.

When Minho complimented you, it was 100% serious. How did you know that? Because it was fucking Minho, he never complimented anyone or anything unless he thought they needed to know.

And that only made your feelings grow for your friend's boyfriend.

It made you feel awful. For one, you liked your friend. And he was dating someone. You knew that, and yet you couldn't stop your feelings. You couldn't accept that he was your friend, for whatever reason. What's worse is you liked his boyfriend, too. You wanted to be with both of them. Really badly.

Sometimes, late at night, you'd think about it. What it would be like to be in a polyamorous relationship with the two of them. Sometimes, it really felt like that. But, you knew it wasn't true. They were together, you were just their roommate and friend. But most of the times, you'd table your feelings. Well, you tried to, anyway.

Such as nights like this, when you'd be working on your homework. Peacefully doing Music Theory, trying to figure out chord progressions and whether you could use a Contrary Motion or a Common Tone to change it. You were focused in, moving steadily along.

Until you could hear Jisung whining.

You knew you should've reached for your airpods, pop them in and ignore the sounds being made. They weren't for your ears. You knew it would make your feelings worsen. But...you couldn't help it. Hearing Jisung whine like he was, it made your chest tighten. He sounded so pretty, even if it was because he was whining for Minho to do something, anything to him.

You decided that you'd take a break then, just-just wanting to listen. Hear how things would play out. You wouldn't do anything, you wouldn't touch yourself, you wouldn't distract yourself with blaring music.

Jisung's whines turned into moans. A gasp, and then a long groan of satisfaction. You didn't know why he sounded so pleased, but you could assume some things. Perhaps Minho entered him? Maybe Minho was actually complying and jerking him off? You didn't know, but soon, Jisung's moans picked back up, sounding so beautiful.

You could feel yourself gushing at the sound.

God, you hated yourself. You felt like a pervert, listening to them like this. This was private, this was supposed to be intimate between the two of them. You had to stop. You needed to stop.

It was hard to, but you did.

You ripped yourself from listening, grabbed your airpods, and stuck them into your ears before playing Lofi as loud as you possibly could. You then reached for one of your diffusers, putting it into your mouth and taking a puff before breathing in and letting it out, watching the vapors leave your mouth.

It always looked so satisfying to you.

You repeated the process, leaning back on your chair and closing your eyes, taking the time to remove those dirty and perverted thoughts from your mind.

"Fuck, Min, I--mmph!" Jisung was immediately cut off by Minho's hand going right over his mouth. Jisung was folded in half, his cock being jerked off by Minho as he slammed into him, hitting right up against Jisung's prostate, making Jisung's hips buck.

"Shut it, unless you want Y/n to hear you." Minho warned. Instead of Jisung doing so, he just moaned louder. Minho could feel his cock twitch at the mention of Y/n being able to hear, his tight little hole clenching around him. "You like that idea? You want Y/n to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock?"

Once again, Jisung moaned out, tears going down his face as Minho continued to fuck into him. He practically cried out when Minho gripped his cock's head, gently applying pressure to it with his thumb. Jisung's hands shot up to Minho's hands, holding on tightly.

"God, I know you like her, but you know she's studying. You don't want her to get distracted with me fucking you so well, right?" Minho told him, removing his hand to hear Jisung. He knew full well that you could probably hear him, too. Well, unless you hadn't put your airpods in yet.

"Min--oh my god, Min, feels so-so good, you're cock...oh my GOD, your cock is so good, s' so big, it-it's...ugh it's rubbing my prostate so fucking well, Min--" Jisung's babbling was immediately cut off with a kiss from Minho. Their kiss was so sloppy, their tongues dancing as Jisung's drool dripped from the side of his mouth, but he didn't care.

Jisung liked things messy.

"P-Please, Min, y'gotta--gotta go faster...please, harder...M-Min, god, pppllleeeaaassseee!" Jisung begged, only to be met with a slap to his dripping cock, which wanted release so desperately.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that? I'm giving you a good fuck and you can't be grateful?" Minho then gripped Jisung's cock, a tad bit roughly, but Jisung didn't seem to care. Instead, he wailed, his hips bucking as Minho kept a tight grip on him, not moving his hands. "Does Y/n know how much of a brat you are in bed? Hm? Maybe I should take a video and send it to her, see how she'd react."

"M-No, please, M-Min I--...s-sorry, please, I-I'm so sorry, just--I need it, please..." Jisung whined, Minho just smirking, slowing his pace, just barely pulling out before slamming all the way it, making Jisung cry out, a sob following when Minho didn't move.

"You're going to stay there and warm my cock while I jerk you, got it?" Minho growled. His hand slowly started to move, his thumb brushing over Jisung's cock, which made Jisung moan out loudly, his hips squirming.

"N-No, no no no, I--please...m'sorry, want you to move, p-please, Min..."

"Why should I? You've been a brat, thinking about your best friend while you're boyfriend's right here, fucking you good just like you wanted." Minho stated, pressing firmly onto Jisung's cockhead again, making Jisung cry out, bucking his hips up, only to be held down more by the weight of Minho's body. "Not to mention how you tried to order me around."

"I-I'm sorry, please, I just--"

"You just what?"

"Y-You've been think--ah...thinking about how it would be to be with her too...Oh, fucking--Min..."

He had been. Minho thought about it a lot, actually. Through the time he had gotten to know you, he couldn't help but notice how much he was attracted to you. Your laugh, your smile, your gorgeous eyes. The way you were so sweet, and while you were a people pleaser, you weren't scared to voice your opinions about certain things to those who were uninvolved.

He didn't even realize how his dick twitched at the thought of you under him until Jisung pointed it out.

"S-See? Minho Jr. agrees with me--Oh, fuck!" Before Jisung could even laugh at the joke he had made, Minho went right back to ramming himself into Jisung, which made him wail out. His hands flung to Minho's back, scratching him as Minho made sure to hit his prostate over and over, sending Jisung through the roof. "Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum, please oh please oh please, Min, gotta cum, need to--"

"Then fucking cum." Minho growled out.

And who was Jisung to disobey?

Jisung immediately wailed, his hips bucking up as his cum spurted out in thick white ropes, going onto his lower abdomen and chest as Minho rode him through it. The second Jisung's orgasm ended, Minho felt his quickly arising. He was quick to pull out, hovering his own cock over Jisung's as he pumped his hand over it, his brows furrowing.

"Oh my god, Min, please...cum on my cock, please, make it pretty just like you always do, want it so bad..." Jisung begged. And that was the last straw for Minho to blow, shooting his load onto Jisung's cock, just as he asked. And soon after, Minho fell beside Jisung, trying to catch his breath as he took Jisung into his arms.

"Don't...Don't EVER refer to my cock as Minho Jr. again. Ever." Minho growled, Jisung just smiling innocently.

"What, you didn't like me calling it that?" Jisung asked, looking down at Minho's softening cock, gently dragging his finger over it, making Minho hiss. It made Jisung smile.

"No. I didn't." Minho told him, before kissing Jisung's head. Jisung smiled at that too, going to rest his head on Minho's chest, his smile slowly falling. Minho caught that, which made him concerned. "What is it?"

"Are you mad that I thought about Y/n?" Jisung asked, looking up at Minho. Minho just sighed, pulling Jisung closer.

"I'm not mad, Ji. I'm about as guilty as you are." Minho told him. "My cock betrayed me as much as yours did for you. And if that didn't, then me constantly bringing her up sure as hell did."

"I feel bad, thinking about her while having sex with you." Jisung told him, nuzzling his plush cheek into Minho's chest. "But...she's so nice, and kind, and-and she's pretty. She's really funny, and she deserves everything that I'm getting with you."

"But you want to be the one giving it to her, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Would it make you feel better if I told you I was in that same position?" Minho asked him. Jisung lifted his head up, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Really?" Jisung asked, watching his boyfriend nod.

"I am, yeah." Minho told him, kissing his forehead. "It's like you said, Y/n is a people pleaser. And she does one hell of a good job if she caught you and I into her trap."

"So then, do we go Polyamorous?" Jisung asked. His eyes immediately shimmered with hope, wanting to do that so badly. Being able to be in a relationship with both you and Minho sounded like pure heaven to him. "I can go and ask right now, and--"

"Hey, calm down, baby." Minho laughed a bit, patting Jisung's head. "It's late. And as much as I'd love to go Poly with you and her, it's better we wait until I know her better, and we both know what she's comfortable with. We don't want to rush her into making any big decisions too quickly."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point."

"And we both know that I always give you wobble-leg whenever I fuck you like that."

"Minho!"

"What? It's true, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah, but--"

"Then you're gonna be patient, baby." Minho concluded. He leaned down and pecked his lips, before getting up, leaving Jisung confused.

"And where are you going?"

"To start a bath for you and new sheets. You can't sleep with jizz on you, and you already got a lot of it on the bed. Hot water also helps with--"

"With soreness, yeah, yeah, yeah." Jisung mumbled. With that, Minho smiled, going over to Jisung and pressing his lips to his, making Jisung hum contentedly.

"I love you, don't forget that. Okay?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding.

"I love you too."

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𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary It's your birthday and Gyutaro has something special planned for you! ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, fluff, mentions of sex, needles ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. Today's my birthday and I wanted to self-indulge! I did actually do this for my birthday so I thought it'd be fun to write about ♡

Today's your birthday and Gyutaro has something special in store for you. He refused to tell you what it was, he just insisted you get on his motorcycle. You have no idea where he's taking you, but knowing your boyfriend it must be something pretty spontaneous.

He's your first boyfriend and you've been dating for over six months now. Never in a million years would you have imagined you'd end up with a guy like him.

You are complete opposites.

He's your stereotypical "bad boy" while you're the exact definition of a "good girl." But they say opposites attract, and they couldn't be more right. Gyutaro loves corrupting you, introducing you to things you never would have considered doing before you met him. And you love giving him the affection he's never received before. Making this big tough man turn into mush around you. It's the cutest thing ever.

But the attraction is insane. He's the hottest man you've ever seen. Tall, long black hair, arms covered in tattoos, and face covered in piercings.

You were a virgin before you met him, but it didn't take long for him to change that. Taking your virginity was the greatest accomplishment in his eyes, every time he thinks about it he gets a devilish smirk. Not to mention the pregnancy scare you had after only dating for a few weeks. Not his proudest moment, but thankfully you got through it together.

Suffice to say, this man came into your life like a tornado. But despite the chaos it seems like everything is falling into place as it should.

And that brings you to where you are now. Tightly holding onto his waist as he speeds through the downtown streets. Narrowly avoiding multiple collisions as he speeds up to get through the yellow lights. Cackling when he just barely makes it.

You hold on tighter, squeezing your eyes shut and putting your trust in him that he won't get you killed on your birthday.

Eventually, he begins to slow down, parking beside a colorful brick building.

"We're here," he smirks, looking back at you.

With shaky hands, you reluctantly let go of him and look around, "Are we downtown?"

"Mm hm," he nods, hopping off his bike and extending his hand out to you, "Got somthin' real special planned for you, doll."

You can't help but blush when he uses that nickname. Taking his hand, you follow him to the front entrance of the building.

"Here we are," he says as he holds the door open for you, watching as your eyes widen when you walk inside.

"A tattoo shop?!" you begin to panic, "B-but Taro I-I'm not ready for a tattoo!"

"Shh it's alright," he chuckles, "You ain't gettin' a tattoo." He takes your hand and leads you past the front desk and to the rooms in the back. Like he knows exactly where he's going, and no one stops him either.

"In here," he takes you into one of the tattooing rooms where a strange man is waiting for you. He's short and has shoulder-length black hair. His eyes are two different colors, turquoise and yellow, and he has a large snake tattoo on his right arm.

Gyutaro walks up to him and they fist bump each other. "What's up man?"

"Gyutaro, my favorite client," he smiles, "I see you brought your lady finally. Started to think you were lying."

"Tsk," Gyutaro clicks his tongue then looks over to you again, "Babe, this is my tattoo artist, Obanai."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N," he smiles and extends his hand.

"Likewise!" you politely shake his hand. Though you're still incredibly nervous about what your boyfriend has planned for you.

"So um," you say nervously, "What's my surprise, Taro?"

His lips curl into that devilish smile he's known for, showing off his crooked teeth and sharp canines. "You're gettin' your belly button pierced!"

Your eyes widen, "I-I am?!"

"You are!" he chuckles then mumbles to himself, "You're so fuckin' cute."

He remembers once when you were drunk together he asked you if you were to ever get a body piercing, which one would it be. And you said a belly button piercing. He never forgot about that, especially since he thinks navel piercings are so fucking hot. The mental image of you with one never left his mind.

This definitely wasn't the surprise you were expecting but you aren't upset about it. You're more so scared of the pain.

"W-Will it hurt?" you question nervously.

"It'll just be a pinch," Obanai responds, sitting down in front of you and putting some gloves on. "Stay still for a moment, I'm just going to mark the area ok?"

You nod, looking down as he inspects your belly button.

"Your navel anatomy looks suitable for a piercing so there's nothing to worry about," he makes a small dot with his marker above your belly button. "Alright, lay down for me please."

You do as he says, laying down on the long padded chair in the room. Gyutaro watches with amuzement as your face contorts with fear and anticipation.

"Don't worry, babe. Obanai did these ones for me last year and it barely hurt," he points to the two black hoops he has on both sides of his bottom lip.

"Really...?" you mutter.

"Really really. I promise you're in good hands," he says sweetly, moving your hair behind your ear.

"How's the placement look?" Obanai says as he hands you a small mirror.

You sit up to look at where he marked on your belly button, seeing how it moves along with you. "It looks good to me."

"Great, you can lay back down." He begins to prepare his tools. "Oh, which jewelry would you like?" He shows you an assortment of navel jewelry, all silver barbells but each one has different colored jewels.

"Hm," you think long and hard about which one you'll want to have stuck in you for the next 6 months. "This one," you point to the one with a clear jewel. You figured it'd be the best since it would be able to match with any outfit.

"Good choice babe," Gyutaro whispers to you, kissing your temple.

Obanai finishes sterilizing the jewelry, then he begins to wipe down the area around your belly button.

You begin to get really nervous now, grabbing on tightly to Gyutaro's hand. He chuckles in response, slowly rubbing the side of your hand with his thumb. "You got this," he whispers reassuringly.

Obanai positions his clasps around the mark he made earlier and clamps down tightly on your skin.

"Take a deep breath in for me," Obanai instructs.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Obanai quickly thrusts the needle through the top of your belly button. A stabbing pain shoots through you for a quick moment, feeling a lot longer than it actually is. But the pain is excruciating, "Fuck," you curse under your breath.

"Breathe out for me, going to put the jewelry in," and as you breathe out he swiftly puts the silver barbell through the hole and twists the ball on top to keep it in place.

"Alright, you're all done," he steps back to make sure you're alright, "You did great Miss Y/N. Get up slowly, ok?"

You slowly open your eyes and look down, seeing the sparkling jewelry poking out through your skin.

Gyutaro lets you hold onto him as you carefully get up and look at yourself in the mirror.

"Good job, babe! You took it like a champ," he rubs your back and kisses your cheek. He's genuinely proud of you for taking it so well.

As you look yourself in the mirror you suddenly feel a wave of confidence wash over you. It looks a lot better than you were expecting. "I love it!" you chime, turning to Gyutaro and giving him a big hug, "Thank you so much! This is the best gift ever!"

Not only did he get you a cute piece of jewelry for your birthday, but he also gifted you confidence that you didn't know you could have.

You and Gyutaro thank Obanai before leaving the tattoo studio. As you walk back towards the parking lot you can't stop looking down at it. It hurt a lot in the beginning but now it's only a dull soreness, and there wasn't even any bleeding.

"Do you think it looks good on me?" you look up at Gyutaro with those big doe eyes that make his knees weak.

"Fuck yes," he bites his lip, "You look so fuckin' sexy babe. If you weren't sore I'd bend you over my bike and fuck you senseless in the parking lot."

Your entire face turns red, "W-well... it's not that sore," you say shyly.

"Oh yeah?" he smirks, "Well in that case..."

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyuutarou #gyuutarou x reader #obanai iguro #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #happy birthday to me!

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A Night at the Bar

Pairing: felix x reader

Pt.2 Here

Summary: A regular night out with your friends turns into something more when you meet a new kid going to your school

Warnings: fem reader, dom reader, sub felix, college!au (everyone’s 18+), dry humping (he grinds against her leg, whatever that’s called), nipple play, mommy kink, pet names, oral (f receiving), probably more that I forgot

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: So I’ve been asked a few times of I have a taglist and I was wondering if you guys wanted me to make one? Just lmk. Anyway, as always ignore my bad grammar and possible spelling mistakes lol

18+ Minors DNI

It had been an uneventful night.

All you had really wanted to do was stay home, cuddle up in some blankets and watch a movie, maybe even make some microwave popcorn.

But, the people you decidedly called friends refused to let you spend yet another Saturday night being a quote unquote ‘hermit’, holed up in your apartment like always.

“Besides, school is starting soon! Don’t you wanna get out before you’re going to have a truckload of schoolwork to worry about?” Samantha claimed while rummaging through your closet, settling on an outfit and throwing it in your direction. “Put this on.”

So they dragged you to the new bar that opened down the street.

Music made its way outside from within, low bass pounding in your head before you even entered the place. You rubbed at your temples, grimacing at the way the headache building in the forefront of your brain throbbed in protest.

It started out fine, as it always did.

Gossiping about your classmates and teachers and updating the others on whatever happened in your life lately.

But then it got boring. And when it got boring, desperate measures were pulled out.

Your friends pestered you about turning away the guys approached you, offering you free drinks. They scrutinized you for sending away a ‘hot’ one, telling you that you needed to take charge and finally get a permanent man as opposed to your regular hook-ups.

And so they took up the challenge upon themselves.

Firstly: What was your type?

“What about him?”

“Really? He’s pretty cute.”

Secondly: Judging you base on the fact that you didn’t like any of the guys they suggested

“Him?”

“Why not?”

“Yeah, he’s fit. You must be blind if you don’t want him.”

“Like, look at those muscles, that hair!”

Thirdly: Getting mad and giving up on the game

“Well what is your type then?”

“Come on! Why are you like this? We’re just trying to have some fun! Don’t take it so personal!”

When they were done bothering you about boys like excited schoolgirls, they switched up topics and moved on to begging you to dance with them.

As the bright lights flashed leaving coloured imprints in your vision, you bluntly told them no.

The idea of dancing right now felt gross and judging by the way the sweaty bodies of the crowd moved, with gyrating hips and wandering hands. ‘Whispering’ that was almost yelling and guys on the side with drinks watching like they were searching for their next prey.

Nope. Absolutely not. You wanted no part of that and no amount of begging could make you. Refusing, you ordered another drink as they boo’d at you, fake heckling as they left.

And finally, you were alone. Well as alone as you could be in a crowded bar that was a prime way for everyone there to catch the flu, which was actually going around right now.

In fact, you shouldn’t have even left your house today. You should’ve stayed home with your blankets and popcorn and proceeded to binge watch your favourite show for the 50th time.

You wished with every ounce of your being that you could go back in time and tell yourself to never go out tonight.

You should’ve turned down your friends and stayed in the warmth and comfor-

The next thought disappeared.

It wasn’t an electric spark like movies describe attraction but it was...something. Something that caught your attention. Made you freeze in place, eyes caught, unable to look away even if you wanted to-and you didn’t want to.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to come out here after all...

Brown-his eyes were brown.

And his blond hair was mussed as if someone had purposely shaken it up. His face was youthful-around the same age as you with adorable freckles dusting across his rosy pink cheeks and makeup probably better than your own.

Something akin to a shy smile played across lips. He licked them and looked away for a split second then back at you as if he was checking to see that it was really him you were looking at.

You smiled, he was cute.

Your friends were wondering what exactly your type was.

This.

This was your type.

The cute ones that looked softer, sweeter. Nervous with almost hint of uncertainty. Body language alone that conveyed they were gentle. A touch feminine in a way if that was an appropriate thing to say.

He lifted his hand and gave a little wave, awkward with a smile to match but endearing.

Adorable.

Yes. This one, whoever he was, was your type.

Should you gesture for him to come over? Or should you walk over?

Someone said something and his gaze left yours.

You huffed, taking another sip of your drink. Too late for that now, you thought bitterly.

But still, you couldn’t stop staring.

He was with his friends, on the opposite side of the room. Loud and practically screaming in their corner of the bar, laughing and slapping each other on the back.

You could recognize a few of them.

Chan you have a few classes with and had worked together for several group projects. The two of you exchange conversations now and then in class and you could confidently say that you were friends.

And you could pick out Seungmin and Hyunjin from past interactions or travelling word. The rest of them you could recognize from passing in the halls or seeing around in general but you couldn’t quite place names on.

But you’d never seen that one before.

Maybe he went to another college or didn’t go to one at all. Maybe he was one of their family members and was visiting.

Enough speculation, you were gonna find out.

You downed the rest of the cup and crossed the bar, shoes clicking with every step.

“Channie!”

Eyes turned to you at the use of his name and Chan laughed with a smile, opening his arms for a hug. “Y/N!”

You obliged, letting him pull you into his arms whilst trying to ignore the scent of alcohol coming in waves off of him. He hung off of you, drunkenly slurring to the others, “Guys! This is Y/N! Y/N, meet the guys!”

You jumped slightly, wincing as he yelled it in your ear. “No need to yell. I’m right here.”

Chan slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide in a comical way. “Sorry.” He whispered loudly.

“Sorry about him. He’s kinda drunk.” One of them offered.

“Thanks, I couldn’t tell.”

Someone snorted at the smirk you made and you turned to see the whole reason you’d approached in the first place.

He blushed, silver ear piercings glimmering in the dim lighting.

“Sorry, I’m not familiar with all your names.” All while you spoke the words your eyes never left him. Those ridiculously cute freckles hypnotizing you.

Chan broke the trance with his slurred speech, stumbling slightly and almost putting you straight on your ass with his weight. “That’s Han,”

He only gestured in the general direction so your only clue as to who he was pointing to was the way the man you assumed was Han waved with a bright smile.

“That’s...Hyunjin,”

You smiled with a nodded head in greeting toward him. “That’s Changbin, um Jeongin and a-” Chan gestured wildly with his hand, eyes barely staying open, “...Seungmin!”

Each waved at their name, making your life much easier as you struggled to support your friend’s weight.

Suddenly Chan got up and stumbled over to one of them. “That’s Lee Know.”

The poor boy’s eyes widened as his Chan stumbled, foot catching on nothing but thin air as he tripped over his own feet, falling straight into him, both of the boys falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

You nearly laughed at the pissed expression on Lee Know’s face. They were both covered in the drink he had been holding when his hyung knocked him over.

They were all rushing around you to pick up Chan, unpinning the other boy from under him while the others went to the bar to ask for napkins to try and clean the mess up.

The chaos ensued and you tried your best to help but in the end you ended up just standing there, watching on the sidelines as the others handled in cleaning everything.

“I’m Felix.”

You hadn’t realized he was that close until he’d spoken, close enough that you could feel his warm breath against your neck and smell of mint and beer in his breath.

At your flinch, he chuckled awkwardly, laugh deep just like his voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you...It’s just that Chan-um,” his stutter increased when you turned to look at him. The weight of your steely gaze settled on him once more sending chills down his spine. “I uh, -sorry what’s your name?”

You laughed, a beautiful sound.

He wanted to make you do it again.

Felix hadn’t wanted to go to the bar that night either.

The others had said they were gonna show him around tonight, just give him the basic run-down of where everything was but then Han had pointed out that this place had just opened.

The next thing he knew, they were in the bar, drinking and laughing.

And it wasn’t that he didn’t like partying or going out like the rest of his friends, he just didn’t want to go out specifically tonight.

The area was new and he’d much rather explore the rest of the city than be here in a loud sticky bar. Sure he’d visited a few times and could recognize a few streets but now he was moving here to pursue his dancing career. He needed to at least know how to get to school on his own before it started.

“I’m Y/N, as Chan said.” God, he wanted to cry. Here he was, talking to you, someone beautiful and most likely out of his league. Acting like a blushing schoolboy with his first crush.

“O-oh yeah, what Chan said. I’ve had a few drinks tonight-I’m really sor-”

“-no need to keep apologizing Love, it’s okay.” you purred, smirking at the way he blushed, eyes averting as he subconsciously licked his lips.

“I was wondering if you could uh, drive Chan and I home? I’m bunking with him right now and well both of us have had a few drinks...”

You pursed your lips. “Why doesn’t one of the others take you then?”

Felix’s eyes widened as he scrambled for an answer. “Well-...they are going to their own place for the night.”

It was a lame excuse and he knew it. You knew it. Anyone who heard it would know it. But nonetheless, you were going to do it as long as you got to stay with the pretty boy a little bit longer.

“Okay.” You looked over the swaying bodies to see Chan being supported by Han and Seungmin with his arms swung around their shoulders.

“I think that we should leave soon before the poor boys are left permanently deaf.” You pointed out, Felix’s attention turning towards the way his roommate was screaming into the two boy’s ears.

“I agree.”

It wasn’t easy attempting to get the older boy’s nearly limp sluggish body into your car.

The entire time he screamed about random topics such as what he ate for lunch yesterday and raving about how much he loved Seungmin, who told him to shut up as he clipped on the seatbelt.

Felix started to get into the passenger before you stopped him, throwing a paper bag at him. “Nope, you’re in the back making sure Channie here doesn’t make a mess in my car.”

Reluctantly, he got into the back. A sad expression, reminding you of a kicked puppy plastered across his face.

The car ride was loud, with Chan shouting unintelligible nonsense and Felix apologizing to you over and over with you telling him to shut up and stop apologizing.

Three stops for Chan to barf on the side of the street and what could’ve been a ten minute drive that resulted in an almost half an hour drive because Felix barely knew his way there, later you finally arrived at their house.

Together, you and Felix lugged him to his room. His body weighing on your like a bundle of bricks.

As soon as he saw his bed your friend flopped backwards onto it with the coordination and gracefulness of a baby deer walking for the first time.

“Should we do anything else? Dress him or something?” You wondered aloud as he promptly fell asleep, not so quiet snores leaving him.

“Nah, he should be fine.” He led you out of Chan’s room and into the kitchen which was opened to connect with the living room.

He rummaged around, gesturing for you to sit on the barstool which you graciously obliged. “You hungry for anything?”

“I’m good, baby. I should probably actually get going.” You pulled out your phone, sending a quick text to your friends who bombarded you with messages and voicemails wondering where you were. Too wrapped up in that to see the way he froze at the name.

He didn’t want to admit how the names you called him affected him.

Didn’t want to admit the fantasies that ran through his head when he heard you say them, rolling smoothly off your tongue.

Baby, Love, you called him those and they all made him so, so needy. Needy for you. For you to whisper them to him as he sat on his knees between your legs, gripping his hair between your fingers, controlling his movements the way you wanted to.

The thought was enough to get him hardening. He internally cursed himself, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

You looked up to only see him frowning, “No! Don’t go.” You slid your phone into your bag, jaw clenching.

Had it been any other situation you would’ve said yes. Any other random guy’s house you would’ve probably already been on top of him, finding all of those places that would make him cry out in pleasure.

But he was drunk. And you were still level-headed enough to know that it would be wrong for you to do anything with him in that state.

“I think I should, both of you guys are good now.” You got up from the seat, slipping your bag over your shoulder, giving him a friendly smile to mask the want that you were sure was apparent in your expression.

He crossed the kitchen, leaving the leftovers he’d pulled out of the fridge, getting close. “Please don’t go.” The small whine in his words left you wanting to shove him against the kitchen counter and wreck him here and now.

He was drunk. That was that and you weren’t going to do anything but you were still curious. “Why should I stay?”

His mouth opened then closed. Eyes falling down to your lips, trailing farther down to what would be considered indecent before snapping back to your face.

“What would you say if I asked you to kiss me?” He asked so innocently with a big pout, bottom lip jutted out.

His eyes told an entirely different story as his face, lust blown pupils wide enough to swallow the entire iris of his pretty brown eyes.

You moved closer to him. Close enough to count the individual freckles on his face. “I’d say you were drunk.”

His frown deepened and he moved backwards, grabbing your arms to pull you with him until the couch hit the back of his knees and slowly, without breaking eye contact he laid back…

With that, he looked down to the wrist he was holding before lifting your hand up to those pretty pouted lips, slipping your middle and pointer finger into his warm wet mouth.

His head cocked to the side as he wrapped his legs around your hips making you stumble right up against him and his very obvious hard-on.

Holy fuck.

A hot liquid tension filled the room and you tried to restrain yourself from jumping him then and there. “You’re drunk Felix.”

But god, the way your fingers felt in his mouth, wet tongue laving around them before lapping; a lewd sucking sound that had you clenching around nothing, almost taking over your rationality as he took your digits farther down as if he was trying to deepthroat them.

Unlatching from you he looked up, eyes serious albeit still wide with want. “I’m not drunk. I swear.”

“How many drinks did you have tonight?”

“Two.” He thrusted against you and you bite your lip to keep the moan at bay.

“Are you sure?”

He sat up, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Yes.” A stray whimper left him, the noise shooting arousal straight between your legs. “I sobered up in the car. I promise.”

Your bag slipped off your shoulder and fell to the floor as his thrusts continued. Heavy pants and whines leaving him in earnest at the friction his tight pants provided as he ground against you.

It was getting increasingly harder to not shove him back onto the couch but you needed to be absolutely sure. “Are you a hundred percent positive Lix? Don’t lie to me just because you want me to fuck you, Love.”

You could feel him shiver at your words, ignoring all but the last one. His plush lips moving against your throat, biting and licking your heated skin causing a traitorous moan to leave you with a gasp.

“Felix.” Your fingers laced into his hair, pulling him back to look at you.

He let out a helpless cry. From being pulled away from you, from the delicious feeling of you pulling his hair, from the way your other hand held his hips down preventing him from moving.

“Are you absolutely sure? We can do this another time if you are but don’t lie to me just because you wanna get your dick wet right now.”

You didn’t tell him that was a lie. That you most likely wouldn’t seek him out again but you needed to be sure if you were going to do anything with him tonight.

His hips desperately tried to move in vain at the grip you had on him, hard enough to leave bruises on his pale flesh. “I promise! ‘M sober!”

You leaned ever so closer, the tips of your noses touching. The feel of his warm breath against your lips. If you moved ever so slightly...your lips would touch his. “Then what do you want me to do baby?”

A glassy sheen covered his eyes as he whined.

“Please.”

And just like that you could hear the sound of your willpower snapping clean in two.

Tilting your head to slot your lips against his. He whimpered out, your fingers growing ever so tighter in his hair as the other switched from holding his hips in place to setting them at a pace to grind hard and quick against you.

His mouth opened wider, allowing more access for your tongue to slip inside. Your moans rang out in sync, breathless and wanting as his heels dug into your back trying to pull you impossibly closer into him.

Arms move around your neck, clinging so helplessly, so wanting, as if he thought that if he let go of you now you’d disappear out of thin air and leave him here all alone.

You kissed him raw and hard until you had no choice but to pull away from lack of air, leaving his lips with a bite to his bottom one while dragging him by his hair away.

There’s spit glistening all over his lips and a blush coats his face and neck, already looking so fucked out. “Love,” an involuntary shiver ran through him, almost violent through his vulnerable state. “Lift your arms for me.”

He obeys with no question, unlatching from around your neck to raise them above his head, letting you lift the hem of his shirt over and throw it somewhere forgotten on the floor.

“Lay back kitten.”

The name is received with a mewl, almost exactly as like a cats and he nods quickly, you feel his heart race under your touch, breath heaving faster. His legs loosen but don’t let go as he falls back onto the couch.

And fuck, you wish you could take a picture.

Make a painting out of it. The beauty of it rivalling the finest of the renaissance. You’d hang it up where only you could see it, remembering each time you looked at it the way he looks here and now forever. Look back at it and see how utterly gorgeous he was.

Yes, this was exactly your type.

Felix bit his kiss-bruised lips, blond hair highlighted against the black fabric of the coach. You let out a soft groan to see that the freckles continued down his chest, littering all over his chest and shoulders.

“Shit, kitten. ‘M gonna ruin you.”

The words were meant to be smooth but they came out nearly a moan as you leaned over him to trace your nails along the spots and his pretty pink nipples, watching with a smirk of satisfaction as he squirmed under you, loose whimpers and restrained moans coming from him as you rubbed the buds, quickly turning into hard peaks from your ministrations.

“So sensitive aren’t you? ‘S anyone else ever played with your nipples before baby?”

He gave you no reply. Too caught up in the moment, too lost in the new sensations you were gifting him. Too dumbed down to the pleasure to control the words falling from his lips. “Please Momm-.”

Just barely catching himself, he tensed, eyes flashing to look up at you, hoping you didn’t notice the words or the reaction to them he had.

He’d never meant to call someone that in bed before. Much less you, beautiful and somehow willing to give him a chance.

Sure, he’d felt like saying it tons of times before. With his past girlfriend he’d accidentally called her it while he’d been thrusting into her in missionary. She was submissive just like him and had just called him daddy. They’d both already known about their similarities and had just rolled with whatever happened in the moment but apparently this was too far for her and she’d broken up with him because of it.

What would you think? Call him a freak and leave? Leave him now, all needy and horny. Spread out on the couch like this?

The thought was enough for his thighs to tighten around you, pushing you to put your entire weight onto him. He didn’t want you to leave, couldn’t even stand the thought.

You stopped. Stopped your thrusts. Stopped the way your fingers danced along his chest in a way that made his head spin in the best possible way. Stopped it all and a voice deep inside his brain screamed in protest, his head burying into your neck, hoping to anything that you wouldn’t leave him.

“I asked you a question, Felix.”

His head was hazy. He couldn’t remember what you’d said, didn’t even think he’d heard the question in the first place.

Luckily, you spared the poor boy, pulling him back to look at you.

Shit, here it comes. You’re gonna call him disgusting and gross which he could handle if you wouldn’t look at him with those disgusted eyes that made him want to cry and not in a good way.

But you don’t say those words?

Instead what comes out of those perfect lips is, “Do you want Mommy to make you feel good baby?”

Was he dreaming? He felt like in he was in a dream.

That same voice from before shrieked in happiness.

“Yes! Please Mommy! Need you, ah!” His fingers gripped onto your hair as your lips latched around one of his hardened buds, nipping slightly before sucking. “Ha! God! Please, fe-feel so good, don’t-don’t stop, please Mommy!” He sobbed.

His words had heat zinging straight to your core and you began grinding against him harder and harder, trying satiate that ache settling between your legs.

He watched in a lust-filled fascination, trying to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his skull, trying to keep his tongue from hanging out of his mouth as strands of drool dripped down his chin. But he couldn’t keep back the breathy incoherent pleas, mixtures of faster and slower and close and mommy that had you clenching around nothing.

You could tell he was close, very close. Not only from the way he chanted it, repeating the words over and over like they were the only things left in that pretty head of his. But also by the way his breathing grew erratic, his pulse hammering and fluttering in his chest against your lips.

And then...and then it...stopped?

He whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation, eyes flying open to stare at you, glittering with unshed tears and confusion. They searched yours, as if he could figure out why you stopped in the depth of them. And he could. The teasing light in them. An inward smirk as he cried out and rutted up against you, trying to chase the high that was quickly dissipating.

Your finger still traced over his pecs, soothing and tantalizing all the same. “W-why’d you stop?” He whined in frustration at your lack of movement.

Red splotches that you know will turn to purple bruises covered the expanse of his chest. Such a pretty visual just for you to see.

Just for you, no one else. Your little toy to play with and ruin, to use for your pleasure and he’ll love it all the same.

Sweat and saliva covered him-both yours and his. It was gross and lewd and fucking hot.

“Jus’ wanna play with you for a bit, baby? Don’t you wanna let Mommy feel good too, Lixie?”

He nodded with vigor, chest still heaving and hips still subtly trying to press up against you which you let slide from the way that sparks of pleasure shot up your spine.

“Yes Mommy, Lixie wants to make you feel good too...” His voice was higher now and he paused as if trying to decide whether if he should continue or not. “Could I...um...”

You tilted his chin up and nodded for him to continue. “Could I eat you out...?” He was so quiet you nearly missed the question but decided to spare him from repeating himself as you bit your lip to feign thinking.

“Aww, does baby wanna taste Mommy?” Despite the teasing lilt, he nodded, earrings jingling with the movement.

You smiled and let your hand ghost down his neck, feeling his throat bob under your hand. Milky skin soft and smooth, practically begging to be marked up by you.

Finally after what felt like forever of teasing touches and small kisses, working him up only to back away once his moans got loud.

You repeated it several times before pulling away completely. Felix whined in protest, making desperate grabby hands at you as your hands untwined his legs from around your waist.

“Be a good boy for me and get on your knees baby.”

His whines quieted down at that. And he slid off the couch, falling to his knees on the hardwood floor eagerly wide-eyed.

His hands folding behind his back, looking up at you with a pleading look, completing the perfect picture of obedience.

‘Just when I thought he couldn’t get any prettier,’ you mused, letting yourself sink back into the couch, spreading your legs to make room for the boy.

It was so hard to restrain yourself from ravaging him then and there, edging him until he cried from the pleasure, begging you to stop and let him cum and still ignoring him.

Going on and on until you decided that he had enough.

You beckoned him toward you and with no hesitation he was scooting closer and pressing his face sweetly against your lower stomach, looking up at you in a silent ask of permission.

He shudders against between your legs as your hand reaches down to play with his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. Eyes shut in bliss he begins to nose against you. "Please."

It’s a whine-a plea, a beg to let him give you pleasure.

“Yes,”

The warm, comforting smile he gives as he stares up at you makes your heart skip a beat.

Tantalizingly slow, he tugs at the waistband of your pants, lifting yourself up so the fabric falls to pool around your ankles. And with an ungraceful pull, they’re landing somewhere across the room to find later on.

A shudder runs down your spine as you feel his hot breath lightly ghosting across you. And with open-mouthed kisses and nudges he slowly parts your legs, coaxing you to vocalize how good it feels.

He looks unsure.

And he is. He hasn’t done this in awhile, doesn’t really remember what to do. His eyes flash up in quick glances to to see your face, trying to decipher if you enjoy what he’s doing or not.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he teases you, nipping and mouthing everywhere but where you need him most. But you can’t tell if it’s from inexperience.

Then your eyes catch him and you can tell by the way he periodically glances up at you between licks, stopping when you seem to be enjoying it that it’s a kind of payback from your teasing earlier.

“Lix.” You warn, a subtle edge in your voice telling him to hurry up.

He stops with a whine, unable to do anything but melt against the comfort of your plush thighs. He wishes that he could stay like this forever you, devouring you and hearing the way you praise him and-

“Lix.” You warn again, voice hardening as your hips start to push towards him in slow restrained grinds.

He pauses to look up at you with hearts in his eyes before his attention moves back down, watching, heart pounding and cock throbbing as evidence of your arousal drips down your skin and onto the fabric of the couch; practically salivating.

Growing too impatient with him, you grip his hair and shove his face into your pussy, throwing your head back with a moan as his tongue begins to eagerly lap at you.

He whines into you, the vibrations provoking a drawn-out groan that has something bubbling up deep inside you.

“Mm, such a good little slut for me kitten.” Breath hitching as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. “Yes~”

His ever-willing need to please you, he shifts closer and pulls one leg over his shoulder allowing him to more access of you. At this you can do nothing but bite your lip and find purchase in his silky smooth hair, digging your fingers-almost painfully-into his scalp.

It doesn’t faze him, if anything it makes him go harder as he continues to lick you, alternating between deep thrusts of his warm muscle into you and harsh tonguing around the bundle of nerves.

“Oh, yes baby. You’re doing so good, ha, making me feel s-so good kitten,” He whimpers at the praise, the vibrations pulling a deep groan that has him palming himself over his pants.

You’d greatly underestimated the skills of the boy. A tongue on him like no other that had you gasping for air.

With your fingers already intertwined in his hair it’s easy to pull him away from you. He whines and tries in vain to bury his face into your pussy again but it’s your steely grip that prevents him as his long tongue sticks out, far as it can go.

He pouts with a long whine, “Mommy...”

You’re breathless at the view, him between your legs, your leg hitched over his shoulder, bottom lip jutted out, his face covered in your juices as he shamelessly bucks into his hand.

It’s positively erotic.

You don’t say a thing, drinking him in. Before you finally challenge, “If you can make me come before you do,” gesturing toward his little problem, “then I’ll let you come. If you don’t...” you shrug, letting the challenge hang in the air, waiting with a bated breath to see his reaction.

Nodding once, quick and determined he dives back in with a new fervor, lapping and licking all around you. Whining and whimpering, gasping breaths and making noises out of some kind of cheap submissive boy porn, desperate in his mission to please you.

And it isn’t long until you’re gasping as well. Sucking gulps of air into your breathless lungs, lightheaded as waves of pleasure pulse through your veins and flood throughout your body.

Praises and degrading terms fall from your lips, calling him a good boy, your little toy, your precious baby, your slut, your Lixie. Marvelling at how he’s so willing to please, acting like a whore as he gets hard from just tasting you.

Telling him how good he’s making you feel, mindless blabber that he eats up, moaning into you and rutting harder against his hand, hanging onto your every word.

He’s close, he knows it and he knows that you are too. The way your legs tense around him and your words raise higher in pitch. Telling him not to stop, that you’re close, that he’s your good little kitten

And that’s all he wants to be.

In this vey moment all he wants to be is a perfect little brainless toy for you, pleasing you, craving your touch and aching for your hands on his body.

One last suck to your clit and you come with a cry, fisting his hair tightly. That mixed with the way your thighs tremble and clench around his head, holding him in place. He nearly comes too, mewling causing shockwaves of overstimulation to run through you.

It takes a few minutes for you to come down, finally releasing his head and petting his hair.

Only to realize the way he humps up against your leg. Tongue hanging out, thrusting like a bitch in heat as he moves faster and faster, chasing his high.

But he doesn’t expect you to meet his thrusts, pushing your foot to meet him, he lets out a loud gasp, palming at your legs for more. “Look at you, baby,” you coo, hand slithering down to press against his lips.

He opens, inviting your digits in with little prompting, resuming in his efforts. “Such a pretty little kitten for me...” your other legs slips off his shoulder, planting it more suitably against the ground. “Getting off on my leg like a little kitty in heat aren’t you?”

Frustrated tears slip down the angles of his face, farther ruining his already smudged makeup as a gargled moan slips out around your fingers.

The thought of the blushing cute boy you met eyes with a the bar, contrasting to the one you see now. On his knees below you, humping your leg at an earnest pace as those pretty brown eyes you intensely stared at earlier slip back and finally shut. In fact, his entire head slips back. Blunt nails dig into the soft skin of your leg and high pitched whines vibrate in his throat.

He can hardly think and hardly wants to.

Felix wants nothing more than to be reduced only to the mind-numbing ache pulsing heavy between his legs. Nothing but pleasure and sensation, overwhelming and all-consuming.

The feel of you comforting him through, fingers pressing firm on his tongue while the other rubs over his throat and jaw. He’s finally free to. To lose himself in it all knowing that you’ll be just as happy to watch him falling apart because you know it’s happening because of you.

“Come whenever you need to kitten. Mommy’s gonna take care of you. S’okay.” And he lets go with whimper, clinging to your leg like a lifeline, comforted knowing that you’re there the whole way through.

Nothing compares to this feeling; floating as waves of ecstasy wash over him unyielding and harsh, making his toes curl and stealing the breath from his lungs like he was winded.

The sight is gorgeous. Thrusts not stopping even in his peak, unconscious as he whines from self-inflicted overstimulation.

You watch, breath hitched as his pants darken with his release.

Gradually, he comes back, grimacing at the uncomfortable sensation. It’s cute, the way he pouts.

His eyes are still dazed as you gesture for him to come sit with you and on wobbly legs he does. Laying on top of you with his chin propped up on your chest to look at you.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

You pet his hair, pushing the sweaty strands back and wiping away the tear stains on his cheeks. “No need to thank me, Lixie. If anything I should be thanking you.”

He looks at you, smiling wide with metaphorical heart-eyes and you could feel the blush rising on your skin.

“Wanna take a shower? I dunno about you but I think I really need one right about now.” Your strokes stop to cup his warm cheek, thumb swiping under his eye.

“Yeah, just gimme a moment to remember how to walk.” Both of you lightly chuckle, his voice back to its deep cadence.

After you lay in his bed, hair wet and wrapped in a towel, his fluffy from you blow-drying it.

His light snores fill the room, having fallen asleep as soon as his body hit the bed. You couldn’t blame him after such strenuous activities.

Now he lays, tucked against your chest. His body is curled up as if he wanted to feel as small as possible with your arms wrapped around him and body cradling his.

For the first time in a long time you felt...happy?

Normally after sex you there was little to no words, much less cuddling exchanged afterward. You’d offered in the beginning but after being rejected several times, left alone with them scurrying out of your apartment immediately after, you’d stopped asking. You didn’t kick them out but just didn’t ask, always allowing them to have the option of whatever this was but no one had ever taken you up on it.

But you decided it was nice. It was a strange experience that left you feeling fuzzy and warm inside. You could get use too-

Cold ice replaced the new fondness you felt.

This feeling, the feeling you’d felt budding the entire night-you’d never think you’d feel it again-much less for a one-night stand.

It was a big and overwhelming feeling as you looked to the sleeping man in your arms, looking like a sweet angel even in his slumber.

You felt a sudden urge to lean down and kiss him on the forehead, tuck back the loose strands of hair that fell across his face, trace your fingers over the complexion of freckles on his-

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Suddenly the room felt unbearably hot, smothering you until you could barely breath properly.

You needed to get out of here. Now.

Felix woke up the next morning with a yawn, stretching like a cat and reaching over to...?

He flipped over and...you were gone? The bed was cold. You’d been gone for a while. Maybe, you’d just gone to the bathroom or-

Felix threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, quickly throwing on some clothes before walking out of his room.

Maybe you’d be in the kitchen, making breakfast or drinking coffee. You’d greet him with a soft smile and a ‘Good morning sunshine!’

His fantasy was short-lived as all he found was Chan in the kitchen, sitting with a glass of water and a piece of toast on the barstool-the same one that you’d sat on last night.

Chan looked up as he entered the room. “Morning.” He nodded, lacking the nice way your voice rolled when you spoke, making shivers run down his spine.

“Morning.” Felix couldn’t coat the disappointment in his reply.

Luckily, Chan sensed nothing out of the ordinary as he continued eating, taking another bite before swallowing. “By the way, don’t care if you bring someone home but keep it down next time will you? You woke me and probably the entire apartment complex up.”

He froze and turned to look at the older man, blush coating his face, “O-oh, you uh, heard that huh?”

He snorted. “You could say that. I heard a lot of things I didn’t want nor need to hear last night.”

“Stoooop!” Felix covered his pink cheeks with his hands.

He was never going to be able to ever live this down.

Chan shrugged with a smirk before as if trying to be casual, clearing his throat. “So, (Y/N) huh?”

His ears perked at her name. “Yeah...by the way, did you see her leaving this morning? She just left without waking me up or anything...”

Taking another bite, he shook his head wordlessly. “Nope. Besides, she doesn’t really date much. Isn’t really the type to wake the other party up when she leaves more like leave the bed cold-or so I’ve heard.”

At the way Felix’s face dropped at the accuracy of his situation Chan stuttered, trying to backtrack. “Uh, I-i mean-you never know! I can...give you her number, send her a quick text to check up y’know.”

“Ah, no that’s okay.”

Chan nodded awkwardly. “Do you want me to show you around today? School starts soon and you should really learn your way around.”

Distracted in the way he mechanically got water from the tap, Felix replied without even looking up at his hyung. “Yeah, yeah. Sure, we can do that. Not like I have anything better to do.”

A/N: Sorry about my little obsession w/ Felix’s freckles but like, how could you not? I left this open for a pt.2 so lmk if you wanna see that, my requests are open and the rules are here

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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a/n: thank you @kxmisato for convincing me to make a pt. 2 of dirty secrets. i’m genuinely loving this, so it might be a mini series. who knows! but i hope you guys enjoy, tehe 😁🤍

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, nsfw, smut, hanma is reader’s older brothers best friend, mentions of alcohol, some possessiveness if you squint, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (babydoll, doll, princess, good girl), kinda public sex, rough sex (?).

taste ft. hanma shuji

Your dirty secret.

Unlike some people, your dirty secret wasn’t something embarrassing. Everyone had at least one in their life, but it was the total opposite for you. Your dirty secret was that you were fucking your older brother’s best friend, Hanma.

For the past two months, the two of you had been seeing one another.

Hanma had kept up with you since the night you both hooked up at that frat party. He made sure to keep your agreement under wraps because of your brother. He wouldn’t exactly be thrilled with the fact that his younger sister was having sex with his own best friend. You two maintained secrecy for a while. Sometimes, you’d see Hanma at parties and give him that “look” to hint that you wanted him. He knew very well what that meant, and he’d make sure to fulfill any desire you had. Other times, he’d link up with you in the middle of the night and fuck your brains out in his car. It was a recurring pattern, but neither of you gave much care.

Despite your “thing” being strictly sexual, Hanma often took you out. He would take you to some pretty nice restaurants or pick you up to watch a movie at his place. He told you that as much as he was attracted to you physically, he adored your personality.

You and Hanma weren’t exactly aware of this, but some people had figured out the two of you were a thing.

Some of his very own friends had seen the two of you walking around town together. They were friends with your brother, but none of them had the balls to actually go and snitch. Hanma could be kind of intimidating and he’s even gotten into some fights where the guys were left stunned by the damage he’d leave behind. They didn’t want to meet the same fate, so they kept their mouths shut about it. However, it could be comical at times to see the lengths you’d both go to keep it private.

It was a surprise that your brother hadn’t figured it out.

Speaking of your brother, he was hosting his annual birthday party that day.

It was his twenty-first birthday, to be exact. He had been hyping up the party for the last few months, and, of course, he allowed you to come because you were his sister. He also wouldn’t hear the end of it if your parents found out, so he decided to save himself a few arguments.

All of his friends would be there, including Hanma. It was also going to be a pool party since his birthday was in the summertime. He was beyond excited to have everyone come over. You were happy to celebrate, but you were also excited to see Hanma. He had been non-stop messaging you about how he couldn’t wait to see you and how badly he missed your presence beside him in bed. The idea of seeing him shirtless in the pool made butterflies swarming inside your stomach. You saw him naked enough, but it never got old for you.

You didn't think the circumstances would lead to what happened the day of his birthday party, but it aligned perfectly.

A little while into the party, your brother began to complain that the alcohol had been running low. His main goal that night was to get blackout drunk to the point where he couldn’t stand, but he couldn’t do that if he didn’t have enough alcohol. His friends were also there too. They wanted to drink with him, so the only choice they had was to go out and grab more.

Your brother had announced to you that he was going to go out with his friends to get more drinks. You figured as much, so it wasn’t really that shocking.

However, what was most surprising was that Hanma had offered to stay behind.

He had explained to your brother that he’d stay back because he didn’t want to tag along. He claimed that he’d rather wait and it wasn’t a very far drive anyway. Your brother, of course, believed Hanma because this wasn’t the first time this had happened. They were also best friends, why would he not believe a word that came from his mouth?

Well, truth be told, Hanma wanted to stay behind for a different reason.

You.

You didn’t think things would unfold so fast. As soon as your brother departed with his friends, Hanma dragged you up the stairs to your bedroom. You wanted to resist him so badly. You knew your brother was bound to come back with the hour, but Hanma kept kissing you and touching you in places that made you melt. Your body completely betrayed you and gave into his touches.

Soon enough, you were lying against your mattress with Hanma’s cock bullying your walls.

It didn’t help that you looked so fucking sexy in your bikini. The black lace hugged your body nicely and showed off everything he wanted to see. He got so fucking pissed when he caught one of his friends staring at your ass as you walked by. He may have not known it, but you were Hanma’s. It took everything inside him to not sock his friend in the jaw. You drove him crazy.

He hovered over your body, tracing your waist and your hips with his fingertips. God, you were a fucking angel to him. He couldn’t have found a more perfect woman than you. “Fuck.. baby, you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groaned, squeezing your thighs with his hand. “Could fuck you like this for days and I’d never get tired..”

Your hands went into his hair, tugging at the curls on his head. Nobody else could fuck you like he did. He did everything perfectly when it came to you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. “H-Hanma! More.. please!” you begged, looking up at him with desperation swirling in your pretty eyes.

Hearing your voice made him smirk. He felt your pussy squeezing his cock. He fucking loved when you hugged him like that. “Yeah?” he asked. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make you feel really good..”

Hanma then used the hand with ‘Sin’ tattooed on the back to toy with your clit. His ego was stroked immediately when he saw you jolt instantly from the added pleasure. One perk of fucking you all of the time meant he learned what made your body go nuts. He picked up on everything faster than any subject he took in school. He took care of you so well.

You were his best friend’s little sister. You deserved all the princess treatment.

A sharp gasp pooled from your mouth at the double pleasure. His pace was absolutely relentless. You had already felt that coil in your belly appearing, and your vision turned slightly blurry every time his cock brushed against your g-spot.

He was about to keep up with his pace, but suddenly slowed down when you both heard the front door open downstairs. Panic began to flood through your body at the realization that your brother was now home with his friends. Neither of you were close to finishing, but you didn’t want your brother to catch you with Hanma. There’d be no proper way to explain this, and it’s not like he’d actually believe something wasn’t going on. Your brother wasn’t stupid.

Hanma felt somewhat nervous, but the idea of fucking you upstairs again only made him want to continue. The thrill of possibly being caught and having to shut you up drove him up the wall. Fuck, he wasn’t gonna get blue balls because of your brother. There was no way he’d let that happen.

Hanma’s hand went over your mouth as he slowly pumped himself into you. He could feel how shaky your breaths were from how he fucked you. “Shh.. keep quiet.. we don’t want your brother to hear us, right, doll? Don’t make a peep.. or I’ll stop right now.” he spoke into your ear. “Understand?”

You tugged at his wrist, signaling for him to remove his hand so you could speak. “Hanma.. you know I can’t keep quiet..” you whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours.

He knew it was difficult to maintain silence in that kind of moment. You were also really close to your orgasm, and who was he to shut you up? He couldn’t do that to you, no. He was going to make sure he heard your voice when you came on his cock. He knew it was risky, but he had a plan in mind that might get that risk out of the way. It’s not like your brother would come up anytime soon. He just had to finish you off, and that’d be it.

Hanma reached over to his cell phone which was beside your bed on the table. He quickly pressed on Spotify and played one of the many songs he used to play in his car while he fucked you. He turned up the volume nice and loud so it could prevent anyone from possibly hearing you.

He started to pick up his pace now that the music was playing. “How about now..?” he inquired. “You know how much I love hearing your pretty voice when you cum..”

Whimpers and whines began to fall from your lips from his thrusts. The familiar feeling of his cock reaching that delicious spot inside of you soon returned, making you feel such great ecstasy. You couldn’t hold in your moans anymore. It was too much for you to handle.

“Hanma! Oh, god, Hanma! Right there!” you cried, placing your arms around his neck.

Hanma placed your thighs around his waist, gaining a greater access to your cunt. He took the open opportunity to give you a deep kiss. His tongue darted inside of your mouth instantly, swallowing any moans that escaped your throat. You, on the other hand, struggled to kiss him back from how great the pleasure was. Your bottom lip trembled and paused at every move of his hips. Fuck, you were losing your damn mind and right now.

He then pulled away from your lips. He stared at you with lust-filled eyes. “Tell me you’re mine..” he grunted. “Fuck, say it.. now..”

Your mouth fell ajar from his request, but nonetheless, you wanted to fulfill it. “I-I’m yours, Hanma!” you moaned.

“That’s right.. fuck! You’re my good girl, (Y/N).” his pace then quickened, allowing his balls to slap against your sensitive clit. “All mine..”

The knot in your stomach threatened to snap at any second. There was so much going on around you it became almost overwhelming. Your brain had become foggy, your eyes saw white stars, and your body was shining with sweat. It was coming, and it was going to come hard. His dirty talk was only winding you up more. Hanma Shuji was fucking perfect, and you were perfect for him.

Hanma felt your walls slowly closing in around him. He knew your orgasm was close. He was going to give you the best one ever. You were his pretty princess. He wasn’t going to deny you a single damn thing.

“Come on, babydoll, cum around my fucking dick..” he cooed. “Don’t disappoint me, princess..”

Suddenly, your orgasm washed over you. “Hanma!” you screamed, your body trembling from how hard it hit you.

Hanma grinned so hard when he heard his name fall from your lips. Your gorgeous face looked amazing while you came. Your lips were glossy and so fucking pretty. He could kiss them for hours if he really wanted to. “Yeah.. that’s my girl..” he said, trailing his hands down your body.

“What the fuck?”

A familiar voice rang inside your ears. Hanma turned his head to meet your older brother standing right in the doorway of your bedroom. He quickly went to cover you, making sure that he didn’t possibly see you naked. He could see the embarrassment cover your features the second you realized he was standing there, watching as Hanma shielded your body with his own.

“Seems like the secret is out now, huh, doll?”

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buckybarnesb-tch · 6 months

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hi can you make a human AU for yandere klaus mikaelson where he is a businessman and he is the boss of his own company and he has a new assistant *y/n* and he obviously falls in love with her and finds any excuse to stay with her and one day they stay late at the office just the two of them and klaus manages to seduce her enough to fuck her hard against his desk and claim her as his own.

His New Assistant-Klaus M.

(There’s hints of Yandere!Klaus in this but it’s not too bad, he’s more Yandere in the sense that the boss is ‘taking advantage’ of his employee)

Warning:Smut, Dub-Con(ish-if you squint) and unbalance of power dynamic -Don’t Like=Don’t Read-

DD:DNE

It was strange to you how close he got at first, Klaus was constantly keeping you after hours, paying you overtime to help with the smallest things. He would be close as often as he could, touch you as often as he could and stare at you through his office window whenever he got the chance.

Honestly you feel like you should have reported him to Human Resources by now but…you love it.

Your boss was definitely attractive, and for some reason he wanted to constantly be around you. You didn’t really have a problem with it, doing your job and taking care of whatever he needed from you. Sometimes you just ended up having dinner with him in his office while you went over paperwork that could have easily waited until the next day.

Klaus seemed like he was trying to see just how far he could get. You knew the little touches were inappropriate, his hand lingering on the small of your back, wrapping around your waist, tucking your hair behind your ear, but he was so sweet and charming you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. Klaus was hot, no denying that, but you never thought it went beyond a little teasing, you never thought he was as in love with you as he is. By the time you realized how serious it was it was too late.

‘Here are the reports you asked for Mr. Mikaelson. If that’s everything you need then I will head out for the day.’ You turned to walk back to your desk when his voice stopped you.

‘Y/n, I actually have something else to get done. Would you mind terribly staying and helping me? I’ll buy you dinner?’ He offered and you couldn’t refuse that sweet, hopeful face.

‘Fine, but I want Chinese.’ You teased and he just smiled.

Once again you stay with him finishing up paper work that didn’t need to be done yet, some of which never should have been anywhere near his desk, but you didn’t complain. You two worked and talked until almost 9pm when you began cleaning up for the evening and he seemed to suddenly realize how late it was. ‘Thank you for this Y/n, I appreciate how willing you are to help me. Most assistants I’ve had would never consider overtime…I also genuinely enjoy spending time with you.’ He admitted and you felt your cheeks heating up.

‘Well thank you Mr. Mikaelson. I’m glad that I can help, besides, overtime just means I can pay my bills faster.’ You joked, picking up the last files and moving to put them away in the file cabinet.

‘Are you having trouble? I can help you if you need-‘ you were stunned by his immediate upset at the idea of your money problems.

‘Oh no, I’m fine. It was a joke, really. I mean everyone has money problems, student loans, the normal stuff, no big deal.’ You brushed the subject off as quickly as you could before filing the last few folders. ‘Everything is finished, and legal should be able to find it all tomor-Oh!’ You gasped as you turned to find your boss directly behind you, jumping back into the filing cabinet in surprise.

‘Are you alright? I didn’t mean to frighten you.’ He spoke, reaching out to make sure you hadn’t hurt your head.

‘I’m fine…’ you mumbled quietly, trying to find a way around him but not seeing one and instantly hating your body for betraying you as you felt your nipples harden as his hands touched you, running down your arms and looking you over.

‘You’re perfection…you know Y/n, I’ve really become attached to you these last 2 weeks you’ve been here. I believe you deserve everything the world has to offer you, and I want to be the one to give it to you.’ His hand tucked your hair behind your ear and you were stood, frozen and in shock.

‘Mr. Mikaelson, I think this is becoming inappropriate and I don’t-‘

‘Come on Love. You know that I’m sweet on you, there’s no way you don’t. You’ve been enjoying our time together, I know you like the flirting and the little touches…well I love how you try to hide that sweet blush every time I compliment you.’ His thumb brushed down your cheek and you could feel how hot it was as your body continued disobeying you.

‘Please stop? I-I can’t-‘

‘Can’t what?’

‘Can’t lose my job for this-please stop?’ Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried to push passed him but his arm wound around your waist, and he quickly lifted you to sit on his desk.

‘You won’t be losing your job gorgeous, I like having you here. I want you to be mine, and if that’s what I want then who is going to object with me?’ You were stunned by that, he wanted you to keep working for him even after fucking you?

‘If people find out-‘

‘Let them. What are they going to say? I fell in love with my assistant and now we’re together? Now she’s mine? I enjoy the idea of working with you all day and holding you all night, don’t you?’ I looked up at him in shock, disbelief at the idea that he could be in love with me. ‘Oh Love, you didn’t think once was going to be enough for us, did you? We’ll have barely gotten started.’ The smirk on his face was dark and would have been scary if you didn’t already love him yourself. You had seen his dark side, the angry parts of him that come out in meetings with certain people, and you had seen who the only person to calm him down afterwards was.

You

‘You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you?’ He questioned as he pulled your ass to the edge of the desk and began pushing your skirt up your thighs. ‘I know you are, I know how badly this sweet little cunt needs me.’ I gasped suddenly, his forehead resting against mine now as I felt his hand grazing the inside of my thighs before his fingertips brushed against my panties. His other hand moved and suddenly he had ripped my panties in half, roughly shoving 2 fingers into me and swallowing my cry in a needy kiss. My hands quickly moved to fumble with his belt, yanking it open and wrapping my fingers around his cock, stunned at just how thick it is. ‘I’m going to stretch you so good you’ll never want another cock again.’ His mouth devoured yours in his desperate kisses, hands now yanking his boxer briefs down and pressing the head of his thick cock to your dripping hole. ‘See how desperate she is for me? Sweet little hole is leaking all over my desk, I can’t imagine how wet your panties are when you go home every night-‘ you gasped loudly as he shoved himself into you completely, holding your waist tightly to keep your body flush against his. ‘So tight!’ He grunted, pulling back and shoving himself into you again, setting a slow pace and grunting against your neck as your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, fingers buried in his hair to hold yourself close to him.

‘Please sir-‘

‘Call me my name, love! Only my name from now on!’ He demanded, thrusting particularly hard.

‘Niklaus! Faster-Please?!’ You begged and he growled, pushing you down onto his desk, climbing on top of you and thrusting his hips faster now. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist as he continued his desperate pace.

‘Do you know-fuck-how many times I’ve thought about fucking you over this desk?!’ You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes as you barreled towards your end. ‘Gonna bend you over it tomorrow, clearly gonna have to shove something in this needy little mouth with how loud you are. Fuck! Cum. Cum on my cock gorgeous, let me feel this tight little cunt squeezing me!’

‘Oh God Niklaus!’ You cried, your pussy constricting around him as you came, faster than you believe any man has made you before and dropping your head to the table, waiting for him to finish as well but he didn’t.

‘You look so fucking beautiful cumming for me, I need to show the world that perfect face.’ He pulled his still hard cock from you, watching with a dark smirk as your pussy dripped on his oak desk before he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up, spinning you so your back was against his chest and moving to pin your body to the window surrounding his corner office. The cold window hardened your nipples even more as he forced you to look out over all the other skyscrapers. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ He asked, lips barely touching your ear and you could do nothing but whine. ‘This is just the first of the wonderful views I plan to give you while I fuck you senseless, the next will be time square in New York on the business trip next week.’ As he shoved his cock back inside of you, your hands pressed to the glass, pushing you back against him, your boss now slamming his cock into you like a desperate animal. ‘All mine now Baby, all fucking mine! Not gonna stop until I fill this body with my babies, God, imagine how beautiful you’ll be! Tell me your mine!’

‘Y-yours!’

‘Say It!’

‘I’m Yours! All yours Niklaus! Please fill me up, please?!’ You pleaded, your second orgasm ripping through you almost painfully and squeezing him hard.

‘Oh Fuck! Perfect, Tight, Little Cunt! Fuck!’ His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he came, filling you with everything he had before kissing the side of your face.

He pulled out and set you down in his desk chair, turning away and leaving you feeling exposed. Just as you were about to get up and search for your clothes he turned back, eyes warning you against moving before he knelt down in front of you and used wet wipes from his desk to clean you up. ‘You don’t have to do that, I can-‘

‘Don’t question me taking care of you Y/n, I meant what I said…you’re mine now.’ His voice was like a warning as he cleaned you off and helped you dress before cleaning and dressing himself which was extremely sweet.

You slept in his bed later that night, snuggled into your boss’ naked chest and content on the insanely comfortable mattress for the night. You were suddenly looking forward to the business trip to New York that much more…

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Road to Relationship (Ch. 1)

lee know x fem!reader

Synopsis: [Y/N] and Minho have been best friends since childhood. The two have never talked about the possibility of a romantic relationship between them, but then again, why risk losing a friendship? As they continue their college years, [Y/N] starts to take interests in the guys around her. Unbeknownst to [Y/n], her best friend may actually take that risk the more she goes after guys who don't really deserve her. - or - [Y/N] starts to crush on other guys, but Minho doesn't like the idea of other guys being beside her romantically but him.

Follow these best friends as they navigate their feelings for one another!

Genre(s): fluff, best friends to lovers, angst, love triangles Other tags: jealous/possessive minho, bts side story, fake texts au, semi-social media au + written Content Warning(s): swearing, suggestive themes, mention(s) of forgetting to eat/take care of yourself will be updated every chapter! This Chapter in specific has: swearing, mention(s) of forgetting to eat, mention(s) of fear of rejection/losing a friendship

After you've finished texting your best friend, you looked up at the lecture before you. You were taking a communication class, more specifically, a debate class, so that it would help prepare you to see the other side of arguments as well as be able to defend your own stance. If you were honest, as much as you did have some interest taking the class, you were mostly taking it due to it being the most interesting undergraduate general education course in one of the required catalogs. The professor was teaching something you were familiar with due to reading the previously assigned texts, so it allowed you some time to divert your attention.

You glanced over at your side where you watched your classmate crush listen to the lecture intently and take down some notes.

Jeon Jungkook was his name. The same handsome man who happened to be in the same classes as you in the previous semester and now sits beside you out of comfort and familiarity. You didn't know much about him other than Minho's mention of being part of the same dance club as him on-campus and that he was well-versed in many things, judging by his stickers on his laptop.

It had to be a sign if he's in your class again. There's no way he would be in the same class - if you recall, he's not the same major as you! After the last situationship you've put yourself into, you made a mental note to yourself to never let yourself beg for a man's attention or love ever again. That doesn't stop your crushing or attempts to get closer to the attractive being beside you.

"Alright, class. I'll give you all a few minutes to find yourself someone to work with for this assignment."

You quickly looked up at the instructions on the projector screen.

PRACTICE: Work in a pair and find a topic you both want to debate about. You will have 2 rounds with 1 minute each to try and convince the other to join your side. If you concede, then you lose.

The timing has been so perfect.

"Hey, [Y/N], was it?" Jungkook's low voice startled you, prompting you to turn your head to his direction immediately. You tried your best to calm any nerves rising and took a quick breath.

"Yes! Jungkook, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," he grinned in return, the bunny-like smile sending butterflies in your stomach. There was something about his smile that sent your heart racing yet you couldn't quite put a finger on it. He was just so cute! "I remember we had a couple classes before. Honestly I don't know anyone else in this class... would you mind being my partner for this practice?"

You were prepared for being the one to initiate, so his words took you aback. Regardless, you tried to shake the feelings off and returned his smile. "I don't mind at all!"

"Great! Well, I don't want to take all the ideas - do you have a topic in mind you want to argue about?" Jungkook asked.

"Uh..." You were left speechless. You internally panicked before you started overhearing a conversation by your peers nearby. They were throwing ideas about romance and dating, especially during this time. They seemed to develop a topic of dating people they knew versus dating people through apps. Their conversation gave you an idea. "How about the idea of dating?"

"Huh?" Shoot. Was that suspicious of you to suddenly bring up? His surprised reaction made you not only confused, but surprised before you started to panic yet again.

"Wh-what I mean is...! Dating is an interesting topic nowadays, y'know... going for strangers online on apps or going for the people you start to get acquainted with in-person... it's a very interesting debate to have!" You tried to explain, trying to fight the nervous blush creeping onto your cheeks. The more you tried to defend the idea, the more you started to ramble and felt your ears go red. Luckily for you, Jungkook seemed more interested and acknowledged your words.

"Ah, I see... you make a great point. I think I like the idea of discussing romance as a topic. What about the idea of possibly dating an acquaintance versus dating someone, like say, your best friend?" Jungkook suggested. The idea struck onto your mind and got you intrigued in return. You approved the idea but before you two can discuss which side to take, the professor silenced the class and began to call for volunteers to take the stand.

You thought long and hard about the idea. Dating an acquaintance to you is dating someone you're pretty much strangers with. You can still build that relationship, get to know each other, and eventually learn whether or not you would be a perfect match. It wouldn't be too bad, right?

Dating your best friend, however, was a different topic. You immediately thought about Minho when Jungkook brought up the idea. You tried to think about the possibility of having a romantic relationship with him but only certain flashbacks came up.

"[Y/N], don't tell me you forgot to eat again! Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you to take care of yourself?!"

"Haha, I still can't believe you fell trying to race me! ...What do you mean, [Y/N]? Yes, it was funny!! Don't worry, I'll patch you up, I'm done laughing!"

"You're going to adopt a cat?! [Y/N], you ARE a cat! ...But I'll support you through it, as long as you take care of yourself and the little one."

You blinked a couple times reminiscing before you shook your head at the memories. You couldn't even fathom a romantic relationship with your best friend when all he does is scold and nag you while making fun of you at the same time. How is any of that romantic anyway? It wouldn't be like him nor would you be able to believe him to be a romantic in the first place. Nope, there's no way you could see yourself in a relationship with him.

You were pulled from your thought process when you heard your professor call Jungkook's name. Jungkook had volunteered to go up and mentioned you being his partner, forcing you to stand in front of the class with him.

"I can't imagine dating my best friend..." You muttered under your breath, but it does not go unnoticed. Jungkook patted your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I'll take that argument if it makes it easier for you."

What a kind guy! You thought to yourself as you silently praised him for taking initiative.

Your professor reset the timer on the projector screen, prompting you both to take a deep breath to start. "Timer starts... now! [Y/N], your side first."

You exhaled and looked at Jungkook in his brown eyes. "Dating an acquaintance is better in all levels. The acquaintance being a close friend is entirely up to you and your comfortability. You can get to know them more and prevent yourself from any possible heartbreak with the idea of losing a friend if things don't work out."

Jungkook gave you a challenging grin in return as he started. "Dating your best friend would lessen the heartbreak. You'd be with someone you've known your whole life, the one who knows you well enough that they wouldn't betray your trust. You would never have a dark moment with them because not only will you have your eternal partner, but your best friend in one."

You fought the temptation to frown and defended your stance. "What's the point in risking a relationship with someone you care so much about? If things don't work out, you will subject yourself to losing a best friend, your other half almost. It's better to go for someone who's essentially a stranger to you so it can be up to your judgment of whether they're trustworthy or partner-material or not."

"Oh, but you mentioned that your best friend is essentially your other half. The idea is still likely, is it not? Then the only things you're worried about are the fears of losing your close friend due to romantic interest and rejection." Your grin faltered ever so slightly at the surprising claim, but Jungkook continued. "If they're single and they're willing to pursue that relationship with you, then why not go for it, unless you're unwilling? If you two respect each other enough and your platonic relationship is more than that, then a little romance shouldn't break that."

Any attempt of countering was put to a halt. 'Damn, he's good...' you thought to yourself as the professor's two minute timer went off. You both went back to your seats as the professor continued the lecture following your activity. You mindlessly took notes of his lecture as you let Jungkook's defense get to your head. You were in disbelief that he was able to defend his stance so well, let alone it feeling like he was calling you out.

You shook off the idea of ever pursuing a relationship with Minho, but you were content with your relationship as it is. You didn't think it needed to be anything more, nor did it seem like Minho was interested in you that way. No, he definitely doesn't seem like it. With how much he would scold you and nag you, he was taking more of a motherly role towards you than anything else.

You looked at Jungkook through your peripheral vision, where you noticed he'd glance a few times at your direction while taking his own notes. You didn't think much of it. After all, all you could think about was either he has his own experience with relationships with a close friend or that he's just that damn good at debates.

Once the professor ended the lecture, you started to put your things away into your backpack when a familiar voice called your name.

"I'm sorry if I accused you of something there, [Y/N]. If I hurt your feelings in any way, I didn't mean to." Jungkook said, his bag hanging off one shoulder as he apologetically scratched the back of his head.

"N-no, you didn't hurt me at all! You're actually really good at debates! I have no doubt you'll ace this class with flying colors." You felt guilty at the possibility that your reaction made him overthink his words, but it also made you feel good to see that he cared about his actions if it did affect you. He truly is a kind person.

"You think so? Thank you, I'm glad to hear it!" his smile returned, never failing to send your heart leaping for joy at the sight. "I'm especially glad to hear it now that we'll be working together for the next project."

'Huh?' Oh, that's right. You recall that towards the end of the lecture, the professor mentioned that we'll be working with that same partner for the next project. You'll be either revisiting the same topic you've debated against for the class activity or decide on a different one. Either way, you'll have a longer timer of ten minutes to make sure you're able to debate against the other side. As each day passes by, you'll have to send written reports and updates of how your side of the speech is going while working with your partner to make sure you touch base on both sides. This meant...

"I guess we should exchange contact information so that we can keep each other accountable with our respective updates, huh?" you said, hoping any ounce of your excitement and nervousness was not apparent in your voice.

"Yeah, if you don't mind!"

With that, you both exchanged phone numbers and said your goodbyes as Jungkook walked away with his friend, who was waiting outside the door for him. As soon as he disappeared from sight, you immediately pulled out your personal messages with Minho.

To be continued...

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what about Steve and readers first time? They’ve been talking about it for a while and they find a night where Alena can go over to robins and it’s super sweet. He planned a whole lil date with candles and they have super sweet lovey sex🥺

hi my loves!! you both requested similar ideas, so i've combined them both. hope you enjoy!! ♡

warnings: SMUT. afab!reader. fem!reader. dad!steve. 90s!au. swearing. unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it kiddos!!). fingering. oral (f receiving). lil bit of nipple play. tons of kissing. creampie. love bombs. pet names. they go to pound town, but it's sweet and lovey really :') [2.5k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

You had just walked inside Steve’s small apartment from an amazing evening meal. Hand in hand, Steve stops you in the middle of the kitchen, pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering to you, “Wait here.”

He zooms off to his bedroom, the thought of the reason why lingering in your mind. The both of you hadn’t had sex with each other yet, your schedules simply too busy to tackle the task. Through joint decision, you agreed you wanted to make it special. You could’ve easily sneakily fucked after Alena went to bed one night, or attempted when she was outside playing with her neighbourhood friends.

But you didn’t just want to fuck, you wanted to make love.

He rushes back, panting a little, seemingly clamouring around his bedroom as he takes your hands, putting them over your eyes as he holds onto your arms from behind. “I’ll guide you. Just follow me.”

You seem to be taking steps forward, assumingly towards the secluded corner of the house, his own private space, a place he got to decorate to his heart’s content. A spot which wasn’t covered in a child-friendly book, toy, or painting.

He pulls you back by the arms, whispering out, “Okay, now open your eyes.” As your eyelids flutter open, you had never seen Steve’s room so… homely. Candles were laid out across various surfaces, including his closet, beside table and window ledge, flickering in the moonlight. But, the main attraction was the trail of rose petals, leading from the bedroom door to the bed, decorated in a pattern in the centre of the sheets, spelling out, “I love you.”

You gasp in shock, a smile creeping onto your face, “Steve, I—” You feel the warm palms of his hands lay on your hips, arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles your neck, pressing a trail of soft kisses over your freckled skin. You hum at the gesture, reaching your hand back to rake through his freshly-washed hair, the silkiness soon to be disheveled. “I don’t know what to say.”

“In a good way?” he asks, continuing to litter kisses, causing you to whimper when he slightly bites down on your skin, him already knowing what the answer would be.

“Of course in a good way, baby,” you sigh out, closing your eyes as your brain reels in on the feeling of his lips tugging on your skin. “Love it so much.”

A few, small bruises had already formed by the time he had parted from your neck, the proof of your boyfriend’s pleasure marked onto you. “Good. Now…” he begins, grabbing your hands, twirling you so that you face him. He rubs his thumb over your cheek, left hand remaining on your waist, “Let me take care of you, sweet girl.”

You nod, a little too eagerly perhaps, but nonetheless true. The kisses start off sweet, passionate, full of love. The feeling of Steve’s smooth lips upon your own send the same chills up your spine as the first time you kissed. No matter how long you’d been together, it always felt special.

Before long, the kisses became more heated. Steve guides you back towards the bed, lips never leaving your own as he lays you down onto the soft mattress, tongue entering your mouth as he basks in the taste. The linger of grape from your red wine invades his senses, the sweetness fitting the atmosphere of the situation, a perfect descriptor for your caring personality.

You pull his face away from yours, cupping his left cheek as you nip at his jaw, leaving love bites of your own, knowing Steve would have a hard time covering them up for his eleven o’clock shift tomorrow morning. You hear the sounds of soft whines escaping his mouth, the noise suddenly becoming your favourite thing in the world. Nothing else could compare to the moans of pleasure escaping his throat.

From your focus on his jaw, his hands slip under the fabric of your dress, the warmness of his palms brushing over the coolness of your bare skin. Parting from his jaw, you immediately wiggle out of your dress, the action seeming the least sexy thing in your mind, but the utmost in Steve’s.

Once your dress is discarded onto the floor, Steve ravels in the gorgeousness of your two-piece lingerie. A black lace, perfectly cupping your breasts, hugging in all the right places, accentuating your waist and hips. “Jesus doll, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” he exhales, his eyes fluttering up and down your body.

You hide your face in your hands, the nickname sending butterflies straight to your stomach. “Y’like it?”

He gently removes your hands, placing a few kisses over your face. One on your forehead, one on your nose, and finally capturing your lips in his. “Very pretty, baby. Sexy, even. Beautiful. You just… You look amazing.”

Giggling, you tug that the ends of his shirt, slightly frailed from each wash it went through, as he un-buttons the first few, enough for him to easily slide the material over his head. Your eyes glisten as they take in his body. Slight faint ab-lines decorate his stomach, a section of dark, brown hair littering across his chest, broad shoulders to complete his beauty.

Your lips naturally gravitate towards his chest, placing tender pecks across the centre, trailing down to his stomach, your mouth never leaving his body. His hand glides through your hair, scrunching it as he softly moans, basking in the tenderness of your actions. And when you look up, it might’ve been the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. The golden hue of the candles burns against the gradient of your face, eyes flickering in the honey dew light. You were perfection.

You grab at his belt, Steve too caught up in the pleasures of your kisses to notice. The sound of his belt clinking open makes him pull your hair back, leaning down and kissing you passionately, tongue entering your mouth. “I’ll do that, sweet girl. Just sit back and relax for me, ‘kay?”

Without a word, you fall back against the bedsheets, Steve reaching around to un-clasp your lace bra, tossing it into the growing pile consisting of his shirt and your dress. He delicately brushes his thumb over your hardened nipple, the tenderness making you shiver in sensitivity. Leaning down, he places small kisses to each of your boobs, swirling his tongue around your nipple before letting go with a pop. “Fuck, Steve.”

“Those pretty sounds f’me, angel?” he teases you, continuing his trail down your stomach, before wrapping his fingers underneath the sides of your panties. You nod in response, softly sighing out, “All for you, Steve. Always for you.”

“Legs up for me,” he soothingly says, you complying as he pulls your panties off, your glistening cunt now on full display.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, pulling you slightly down towards him as he wraps his arms around your thighs. He takes one finger, sliding it through soaked folds, lifting it to his mouth and sucking off the juices he collected. He hums in content, staring you dead in the eye and seductively saying, “Think I need a better taste.”

Although, through the sexual desire, you can see he’s audibly waiting for a confirmation, to which you whine out, “Please, Steve. Put your mouth on me.”

“Good girl,” he replies, gripping your thighs tightly, as if you were to escape him. He licks a stripe directly up your cunt, your hands immediately grabbing his hair, head held back and eyes squeezed shut as you bask in the pleasures of his mouth.

If you had to compare Steve to your previous boyfriends, he definitely came out on top. From the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking on your clit, to the way he was purposely squeezing your thighs, desperate to leave a mark, you could easily decipher that he was an expert at eating pussy.

“Holy fuck,” you whine out, Steve beginning to shake his head from side to side, the wet sounds coming from your cunt sounding so incredibly lewd. You were heading towards the edge, the peak of your pleasure, Steve knowing exactly how to maximise your enjoyment, as if you had been having sex for years. He pushes his middle finger directly into your hole, curling it in just the perfect way to send you to heaven.

You loudly moan, your vision going white, legs shaking in Steve’s arms as you hear him murmur quietly in the distance, his voice seeming so far away, “That’s it, baby. So pretty for me.”

You slowly come back down to reality, your eyes opening to the sight of Steve’s face glistening in your juices, dripping down his chin as he climbs back up to you, joining you in a heartfelt kiss, the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue.

Steve lets out a giggle as he leans his head down into the crook of your shoulder, placing a delicate kiss as he mumbles, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You join his giggling, soft sighing out with a smile, “Felt the most beautiful too.”

He leans up, his body too desperate to take the restraints any longer as he discards of his pants and boxers, his lengthy cock dripping with pre-cum, aching to be used. You’re about to sit up, reaching out as Steve places his hand on your chest, silencing you with yet another kiss. “My pretty girl. Just rest, my love. I’ve got you.”

Complying, he glides his cock up and down your folds, collecting your slick, before sliding in, both of you basking in pleasure through groans and moans. His eyebrows draw together as he hisses, gripping onto your waist as his mouth opens wide, “Fuck, y’feel so fucking good.”

From your end, there’s a slight ache, as there always is, but it soon fades into pleasure. You mewl over the feeling of his cock gliding against your walls, creating a delightful throbbing inside of you. Steve leans over you, pushing himself even deeper as he fills you to the brim, pressing his forehead against yours, whispering out, “You ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you eagerly nod, Steve pulling all the way out, before slamming back in, not worrying about the harshness of his thrust. He quickly builds up a fast and hard steady pace, the room warming up from the heated energy of your pleasure. Between kisses, Steve is grunting into your ear, his toned arms wrapped around the back of your head, cradling you towards his chest. You can’t help but dig your fingertips down his back, leaving light scratches that only you would know about.

Your arms move to his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible, Steve mumbling out, “Love you. Love you so— shit — so fucking much, baby. You were fucking made for me.”

As he sucks more hickeys into your neck, biting and nipping at your already bruised skin, you whine out between pants, “Made for you, Steve. Never letting you go. You’re all mine, ah fuck—”

And although his pace was deep and hard, there was so much love in every thrust he made. After spending so long pining after you for almost a year, here you were, in his arms, becoming intertwined with his body. The sound of your bodies slapping together juxtaposed the absolute tenderness of love he was giving to you.

Changing the angle of his hips, you feel a pleasure like no other, something your body had never experienced before. You wrap your legs around his back, somehow pulling him even deeper into you, Steve feeling the warm fanning of your breath delicately against his shoulder. The new angle allowed for his pubic hair to harshly graze across your clit, the intensity increasing by the second.

Steve can tell you are close, from the vice grip of your cunt around his cock, to your high-pitched moaning, whines becoming more light and delicate as you floated higher and higher to the peak. Babbling between sighs, you say, “Need to cum. Please let me cum, Stevie. Love you so much, please.”

The use of the nickname ‘Stevie’ makes him falter for a few seconds, his hips stuttering, trying his hardest not to cum before you would. “Yeah, let go for me, honey. Need to feel it. M’close too. C’mon, baby.”

You let out a whine into his shoulder, tears beginning to stream your cheeks as your hair sticks to your forehead. You wraps your arms tightly around his neck, fists scrunched up in a ball as you let go, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, legs shaking against the back of his waist. Steve continues to plow into you through your release, your cunt gripping him securely as his pace begins to falter.

You can’t say a word, even after your orgasm has ended, your pussy becoming sensitive as Steve blabbers out “I love you” over and over again. Your eyes remained closed, body slumped against his shoulder as you hear him groan into your ear, his cock lightly throbbing within you as you remain above the clouds. Ropes of cum stick to your inner walls, filling you to the brim as Steve cradles your head, his body shaking on top of you.

As he comes down from his high, he all but falls on top of you, body spent from absolute pleasure. He pulls your head out of his shoulder, gently caressing your cheek as your eyes remain shut. “Wakey wakey,” he jokes, a lop-sided grin spreading on your face as you sigh. You were truly spent, Steve slowly pulling out of you, a pool of cum following as he heads to the bathroom, grabbing a soft flannel and gently cleaning you up.

He adds it into the clothes pile, laying beside you as he places tender kisses along your shoulder, turning your body so that you face him. “Can I see those pretty eyes?”

You hum, fluttering open your heavy lids, your body trying its hardest to resist the action. “Hi,” you say with a giggle.

“Hi,” he replies, moving your hair from out of your face, strands sticking to your forehead, “Think I wore you out there.”

You scoot closer to him, closing your eyes once more as you bury your head into his hairy chest, mumbling out, “Need a nap now.”

He chuckles in response, pressing a kiss to your forehead, stroking the back of your head, “Okay honey, you rest up. I love you.”

And as you fade off into the unknown, you murmur out an “I love you too,” before slipping into the depths of sleepiness.

Steve hugs you tightly against his chest, feeling the absolute love, warmth and radiance emitting from you. The moonlight bathes in through the blinds, settling perfectly across your face, creating a luminous glow that reflected your emotional state. He felt lucky. Lucky that he got to spend tonight with you, treating you to the luxury of a meal, the luxury of pleasure, and the utmost luxury of making you his. You were now one, and that was the most beautiful thing he could ever have.

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bad idea right?- harry j potter x reader

p: ex! harry j potter x fem!reader w: modern au (phones exist at hogwarts dont question how), everyone is friends, small mentions of drinking and smoking, slight sexual implications (no smut) summary: (y/n) and harry have been broken up for a while now. while at a party (y/n) gets a message from harry asking her to come over. its a bad idea, right? a/n: based on the song by olivia rodrigo, which has been living in my head rent free and brought my first idea in weeks. currently trying to get through a few requests and ylm part II and seeing what'll happen from there. also im on pinterest and tik tok so come find me (has nothing posted on either lol)

There was nothing like a good old party after the Quidditch games. This game was between Hufflepuff and Slytherin, the latter being victorious, which meant the Slytherins would be hosting the party. All the houses were invited.

(Y/N) sat on the couch with Hermione, Pansy, Daphne, and Cho, a drink in her hand. She had tuned out what the girls were chatting about, observing the surroundings of the party. From the people dancing, couples making out, people taking shots and smoking, and Ron doing a keg stand with Blaise and Theo, Draco laughing at them from the side.

(Y/N)'s thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of her phone, which had also caught the attention of her friends. She picked it up to see who it was. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately to her, it was her ex-boyfriend. Harry.

5 missed calls

hey

feeling a bit bored rn

no ones at the dorm right now

come over?

"Who is it?" Cho asked.

"Oh erm, no one important," (Y/N) said.

"Well your phone was buzzing for a good minute until you finally picked up so it has to be someone important," Daphne chimed.

"Really it's no one," (Y/N) tried telling them.

At that moment, Pansy took (Y/N)'s phone out her hand and looked at it.

"Yeah no one important, unless it's your ex Harry fucking Potter wanting to see you tonight!" Pansy said. The girls gasped.

"Harry?" Hermione asked. "Harry's texting you? But you guys haven't spoken in a couple of months."

"Yeah, I know," (Y/N) said.

"How come Harry isn't here anyways? Doesn't he usually go to parties with Ron?" Daphne asked.

"Said he didn't feel like it," Hermione told her.

"Well, are you gonna do it?" asked Pansy.

"Do what?" (Y/N) asked.

"You know, see him?"

Cho chimed in. "Oh (Y/N), I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Yeah, that would be a bad idea, he is your ex after all," said Daphne.

"I never said whether I was going to or not!" (Y/N) exclaimed. "And if I were why would it matter? I know he's my ex but can't two people reconnect?"

"Well, they could," Hermione started saying. "But a lot of the times it doesn't work out."

"Besides," Pansy starts. "There's a bunch of other men out there waiting to have a chance with you. Men hotter than Potter."

(Y/N) didn't know whether to agree or disagree with Pansy. Well sure, there's other men out that there that could be more attractive than Harry, but there's just something about him that draws her to him.

"Okay, okay! I only see Harry as a friend anyways. Also we're at a Slytherin party right now and I'd much rather be getting drunk with you guys than continue this." (Y/N) told them.

Her words rang in her head as she took a shot that Pansy brought her. Does she really only see Harry as a friend? Or is that a lie?

The temptation to see Harry was only getting stronger with each drink she took. It wouldn't be a horrible idea to visit Harry right? They probably wouldn't do anything anyways so what's the harm?

While the girls weren't paying attention, she texted Harry back, telling him she would be over in a little bit. It didn't take long for Harry to get back to her.

cool, see you soon then

(Y/N) waited until the girls were done with another round of drinks, hoping to be unsuspecting with her need to leave.

"I think I'm going to head to bed, I'm feeling a little bit tired," she said.

"Already?" Pansy asked. "Come on we're having fun!"

"Pansy, leave the girl be. It is starting to get a little late anyways," Daphne said to her fellow Slytherin.

"Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?" Hermione asked her, being one of the more sober people of the group.

"No! No I'll be alright. I'll see you guys tomorrow though alright?" (Y/N) said as she wave goodbye to her friends.

Once she exited the Slytherin common room, she quietly made her way towards the Gryffindor common room. Curse Harry for being a Gryffindor and making her walk so far, but it'll be worth it, at least that's what she's thinking.

(Y/N) finally made it to the entrance of the common room without any setbacks. The Fat Lady had woken up from the sound of her footsteps.

"Password?"

"Quid Agis," (Y/N) said, having remembered the password from when she visited Hermione earlier in the week.

The portrait opened and (Y/N) walked in. The common room was empty, most likely due to the party as well as it being late in the night. She made her way to Harry's dorm, memorized where it was due to the countless times she's gone over.

The girl knocked on the door before going to grab the door knob, but the door had opened before she could. In front of her stood her ex-boyfriend in sweats and a black shirt, contrasting her party dress she wore tonight.

"Hey," Harry said to (Y/N) when she walked in, closing the door behind her.

"Hi," (Y/N) shyly said. It was a bit awkward being in Harry's dorm, considering the last time she was there was a few months ago, before their break up.

Harry guided (Y/N) to his bed, the two sitting at the edge. She could feel Harry's eyes taking her in. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't doing the same just before.

"So you came from the party I assume?" Harry asked.

(Y/N) nodded.

"How was it?"

"Good. You know how Slytherin parties are." The girl said. "Exciting. A lot of drinks."

"Do your friends know you're here?" Harry asks her.

"No." (Y/N) felt a hand touching her thigh.

"Where do they think you're at?" Harry asks her. "They think I'm in bed right now." She said. But she never specified whose bed.

A faint hum of acknowledgement came from Harry as he began rubbing her thigh, his hand slowly getting higher and higher.

"You know, I've missed you a lot (Y/N)."

(Y/N) could feel her heart racing at Harry's sudden confession. "Really? I've sorta missed you too." She didn't know if it was the alcohol talking that made her say that or what, but something made her want to see where this was going.

A small smirk appeared on Harry's face before he brought the girl to his lap. His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips.

"How about I show you how much I've missed you?"

This definitely was not going to be a bad idea, right?

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Another Hotchniss filth age gap idea for you bestie: How about Dave is emily's father figure (not necessarily her step-dad but he has always been there when her real parents weren't) and Aaron is his best friend….so she's essentially fucking her dad's best friend haha

A/N: Bestie you know I love the AU’s and the age difference so you KNEW this was right up my alley lol. I hope you like our idiots being filthy together!

Title: From boys to men Summary: From the moment Emily meets Aaron she knows that she has to have him, she doesn’t care that he’s older than her, doesn’t care that he’s Dave’s best friend. She wants him. Word count: 3,8k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, choking, age difference, (Emily is 22, Aaron is 40-ish)

“Bella!”

The familiar sound of Dave’s voice makes her hurry downstairs from where she had been packing up the last few things that she still had in her parents’ home.

“Dave!” She beams and happily accepts the tight hug and kiss to her cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

Dave had been in her life as long as she could remember, a close friend to her parents and the one who she had come to know as a second father. In some ways he had always been the one to look out for her, even when she didn’t want it. They had only gotten closer when she moved back to the states for college. And now she was moving to her own apartment, her dorm room all packed up and she was starting a new part of her life, a part she was excited for.

“Have you got everything you need?” Dave asks just as a second figure appeared in the doorway and Emily swore she had never seen a more attractive man. “Oh right, Emily this is Aaron, one of my best friends. He’s kind enough to help out.”

“Like you’d be able to carry all those boxes without breaking your back, old man.” Aaron says causing Dave to feign hurt.

“Hey, you might be a decade younger but I am still wiser.” Dave jokes and Emily rolls her eyes. She had heard that before.

“Oh right, that’s how it goes.” Aaron teases gently and smiles at her while extending his hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“Emily Prentiss.” She takes his hand and shakes it, eyes locked on his. “Thanks for helping out.” When she pulls her hand back her palm tingles, the heat of his hand feeling like a brand on her skin.

“We should get going.” Dave interrupts, seemingly oblivious to the way Emily can’t tear her eyes off his best friend. “So we have time to unpack the heavy stuff and then I was thinking I’d treat you to dinner?” He looks between Aaron and Emily, his smile as kind as always.

“Sounds perfect.” She says and she sees Aaron nodding in her peripheral.

It was going to be a great day.

“So, how do you feel about living on your own?” Dave asked, chopsticks in hand. She smirked at him, knowing that he was more worried about her than anything else.

“It’ll be fine Dave, no need to worry.” She leaned back in her seat. “It’s like I’m an adult now.”

“You can’t blame me, you’re the closest thing I have to a daughter. And you’re barely an adult.” He shrugged and as much as she tried, she couldn’t keep herself from smiling.

“I’m 22 years old!” She laughs but secretly she loves that he cares for her in this way, her parents never did. “I’ll be okay, besides you’re 20 minutes away, it’s closer than when I was at Yale.”

“Yeah but-” The sound of Dave’s phone ringing cut him off and he sighed. “Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“Never met a busier man.” Aaron said once they were alone and she nodded as she looked at him from across the table.

She had spent most of the afternoon looking at him, feeling her mouth go dry by the way he effortlessly lifted heavy boxes, felt tingles down her spine as she watched his large hands flex as he helped her move the couch, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her body.

“So Aaron,” She made sure to put on a face of innocence “how do you know Dave?”

“We used to work together, before he retired.” Aaron leaned back slightly in his seat as he spun noodles around his chopsticks. “He trained me.”

“Oh, so you’re working for the FBI?” She made sure to keep eye contact, trying to size him up.

“Yeah, the behavioral analysis unit.” He smiled easily and Emily found herself wanting to press a finger against the dimple in his cheek.

“No wonder you carried those boxes like they weighed nothing.” When one of his eyebrows arched she let out a breathy laugh. “Of course I noticed, how could I not?” She batted her eyelashes and she could see him swallowing and then cleared his throat.

“I’m flattered.” He said and looked down at his plate. He should not find a girl more than 15 years younger than him this attractive, he should not wonder what her lips tasted like or imagine the softness of her skin.

“Sorry about that.” Dave is suddenly there, sitting down and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief.

He could not go there with Emily, she was off limits.

It’s been three weeks since she moved and Aaron and Dave had both popped in to help out around the apartment, building furniture and painting walls even when she had told them both that she didn’t need their help. But she wasn’t going to argue too much, because seeing Aaron always ended with her hand between her legs later that night as she thought of him. She knew that he had caught on to the flirting, but he was still keeping his distance.

What he didn’t know was that what Emily wanted, she got. And she wanted him.

It was a warm Sunday when she got home from lunch with a friend. When she entered her apartment it was bordering on suffocatingly hot and she quickly made her way towards the AC. To her frustration it was dead and she had no idea what was wrong with it. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face.

“Great.” She muttered and reached for her phone to call Dave.

“Hey kiddo.” He sounded unusually happy she thought.

“Hey Dave, I have a question. What do you know about AC’s?” She started to move around the apartment to open the windows.

“Absolutely nothing.” He chuckled when she let out a sound of annoyance. “Besides, I’m in LA for the weekend, coming back tomorrow. But call Aaron, he might be able to help.”

Well that got her in a great mood.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Anytime Bella.”

She hung up and made her way towards her bedroom to change as she called Aaron.

“Aaron Hotchner.” He sounded distracted she thought.

“Hey, Aaron it’s Emily.” She kicked off her jeans and tore of her t-shirt as she kept him on speakerphone.

“Emily, are you alright?” She could hear the pause in his voice and she didn’t blame him.

“Yeah I’m fine, but my AC is out and I don’t know how to fix it and Dave is gone this weekend but he suggested that I could call you… Do you think you could come over?” She bit her bottom lip as she waited for his response that seemed to take forever.

“I can be there in an hour.”

Game on.

Almost exactly 60 minutes to the dot later, he was knocking on her door. When she opened it she saw the quick look of surprise on his face at the state of her undress. She had decided on a thin tank top and the shortest shorts she owned, blaming it on the heat if he dared to bring it up.

“Thank you for coming.” She smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Not a problem, hopefully I can figure it out.” As he moved towards the AC, she sat down on the couch.

“I’ll call someone tomorrow if you can’t.” She let her eyes move over him, he really was a stunning man. She wasn’t sure if he heard her, his focus already on the AC as he looked it over.

It didn’t take long, Aaron pushing buttons and looking over some of the wires before the buzz of the AC sounded through the apartment and Aaron laughed.

“Well, that was quick enough.” He said, his eyes lingering on her smooth thighs for a moment before forcing himself to look away.

“Sorry you had to drive all the way here for that.” She stood from the couch and batted her eyelashes as she slowly licked her bottom lip. When his eyes fastened on it she knew that she hadn’t imagined the way he had been looking at her.

“Not a problem. But now it’s fixed so I-” His words are cut off by the feeling of Emily’s hands pushing him against the wall. She’s so close that he can smell her perfume, could count her freckles and he knows that he should push her away, but he doesn’t.

“What are you doing?” He asks instead, voice low and the raspiness of it lets her know that he’s not unaffected by her proximity.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She pushes up against him and he backs harder into the wall. With a smirk on her face she tilts her head as she looks up at him.

“We can’t.” He shakes his head, tries to rid himself of her perfume and soft body against his. Then her hand lands on his chest and he watches as she slowly moves it up to gently grab the back of his neck. When her nails scratch the base of his skull he swallows down a groan.

“Why not?” She doesn’t let his words deter her, she could feel his want pressing against her hip, could see how his pupils dilated.

“You’re too young.” He gets out through a clenched jaw and she laughs at his reply. “And you’re basically Dave’s daughter.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t” She tugs slightly on his short hair and his hands grab her hips in response. But he doesn’t push her away, and she knows she has him. “I want you. And I know you want me too.”

“Emily…” His fingers flex around her hips as he tries to keep some resemblance of control. But there’s no denying the want he feels when he looks at her, the attraction that had been clear the moment they met. When he opened his eyes she was even closer, her lips almost brushing against his. “I should have known you were trouble from the start.”

“You have no idea.” She whispers and then her lips press against his. The moment they kiss Aaron seems to give in fully, his hands moving from where they had been frozen on her hips to the small of her back, pulling her further into him. When his tongue licked at the seam of her lips she moaned softly and she swore she heard a sound of satisfaction from him.

He pushed her back, breaking their embrace and when he looked at her again, her breathing hitched. The hesitation that had previously been there was long gone as he looked at her with something dark, his eyes moving over her body slowly, deliberately and she felt her cheeks flush.

“What?” She finally asked, almost squirming under the intensity of his stare.

“You really are a gorgeous thing.” He muttered and caught her lips in another kiss, his hand firm around the back of her neck while the other sneaked under her tank top. He broke the kiss only to taste the skin of her jaw, her neck, taking note of what spots made her gasp and moan.

“Take of your shirt.” He said and Emily let out a breathy chuckle.

“So this is how this is going to go? You barking orders at me?”

“Yes.” The tone of voice was firm, determined, his face stern as he stared her down and she could feel her cheeks heating at the same time as heat settled as a dull ache between her legs. It’s his turn to smirk, happy with how fast the tables turned. “You don’t think I can’t tell that’s what you really want? What you crave?”

She swallowed hard when his fingers tangled in her hair, giving her a moment before pulling back, forcing her head back and she gasped.

“There she is.” He mumbled against her jaw. “See you’re not as good as you make yourself out to be in front of others, are you?”

“Aaron,” Her hands were fisting his shirt, close to ripping the fabric. In a matter of seconds he had taken complete control and she had never wanted anyone more. “Please.”

“Please what?” He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and pulled lightly.

“More, fuck anything.” She breathed and he let go of her hair with a hum of satisfaction.

“Come on.” He put just enough distance between them to take her hand in his and dragged her towards the bedroom. When he turned back to her he quickly grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, a low groan sounding in his throat when he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Naughty girl.”

She didn’t get the time to respond, his lips once again on hers as they started to tear at clothes. Her hands moved over his strong chest, enjoyed the heat of his skin and the feel of his chest hair against her palms before moving further down to work on his jeans. With some help from him, she got them off, his jeans and boxers landing in a pile on the floor and her shorts soon following.

The sound that ripped from his throat when she wrapped her hand around his painfully hard shaft sent tingles along her body, and she knew she needed to hear it again. She pulled him into another kiss, only licking over his bottom lip for a moment before continuing to kiss down his jaw. His stubble was rough against her lips, a feeling she enjoyed until Aaron’s heavy hand pushed in her shoulder, urging her further down.

When her knees hit the floor with a soft thump she looked up at him with wide eyes, her hand still stroking him.

“Open your mouth Emily.” He pushes his thumb between her lips and when her tongue circles the pad of it he smiles. “Good girl.” He pulls his thumb out and gives her a nod and it’s the only thing she needs before she takes his cock in between her lips.

Her mouth is wet and hot and he hisses at the sudden pleasure as she licks around the tip of him, tasting his precum with a sigh before moving further down. He throws his head back as she takes more of him, he’s sure he’s never felt a more wicked mouth around him.

Emily keeps her eyes on him, gauges his reactions and feels smug as he groans and swears above her. Like he senses it he looks back at her, and his fingers tangle in her hair again. The scratch of his short nails against her scalp makes her moan and his hips buckles against her face in return to the vibrations around his shaft.

“Can you take it all?” He growls, fingers tightening slightly as she licks the length of him. She isn’t sure she can, he’s thick and long but she was damn well going to try so she nods. Her lips wraps around him again, and she slowly pushes forward, making sure to flick her tongue and relax her throat.

“Fuck, just like that.” He doesn’t push her forward, watches in awe as she chokes and her eyes turn glassy. “Gorgeous.” He mumbles, more to himself than anything as he watches how she pulls back to breathe and then takes him back in her mouth. This time she doesn’t stop until the entire length of him has disappeared and when she chokes, he groans at the way her throat contracts around him.

She pulls back gasping, a tear falling from her eye and he carefully brushes it away and she smiles, proud that she had done what he asked. As she tries to continue, his fingers tighten in her hair and she hisses at the pull.

“Come here.” He gasps and effortlessly pulls her up to stand again. His hands move over her body, taking in every curve and valley as he lays her on the bed. He listens to her moans as he sucks on a nipple, watches the flush on her skin as he touches her everywhere except where she wants. She tries to turn them, but he’s too strong and easily pins her down with a slight shake of his head. He licks between the valley of her breasts, sucks hard on her collarbone, making her mewl. When her legs spread for him he smiles against the skin of her neck.

“What do you need?” He whispers, one hand moving between her legs, gripping the soft skin of her thigh and then slowly moving further up.

“You.” She pants, her body feeling like it was on fire from his lips and touch. She could barely think, let alone form words and for a brief moment she wonders if this is what madness felt like. Then his fingers move through her, slowly, carefully and her hips twitch.

“So wet, all for me.” He wants to taste her, wants to make her fall apart again and again but his own need to feel her wins out and he quickly rolls between her spread legs. He groans at the heat of her against him, lets the length of him move against her as he claims her lips in a breathless kiss.

“Aaron, please.” She whimpers, and he knows that the sound of her begging him will stay with him forever. He keeps his eyes on hers when he pushes inside of her, wants to see the pleasure on her face. Her jaw turns slack, her eyes drift close and a moan, breathy and loud falls from her lips and he can’t help the way his hips snap in response.

Her legs wrap around his waist, causing him to go deeper inside of her and he groans lowly. He moves with long strokes, each of his thrusts met by her moving hips. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back as he fucks her hard enough for her body to jolt. The sounds that come from her are breathy and deep and unfamiliar to her, the pleasure he’s causing almost overwhelming.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He rasps and she can only whine in response as he sneaks a hand between them to rub her clit. When her eyes roll back and her back arches into him, he takes advantage and sucks on one of her nipples.

It’s not long before she starts to feel the coiling in her belly, and she knows that Aaron feels the way she’s clenching around him when he looks down at her with a smug grin.

“If you stop I’ll kill you.” She breathes and he chuckles but he doesn’t stop.

“Already so close. It’s going to be fun to see how many times I can get you to fall apart for me.” His voice has dropped even further, his own arousal clear as he speaks. He moves up on his knees, continues to rub her clit and holds her hip with his other hand, keeping her in place as he pushes deep and hard inside of her.

She comes in only a few moments, tensing and shaking at the same time as she cries out loud enough that she knows the neighbors would be able to hear. It only seems to spur him on, his thumb insistent on her clit, and hips strong as he fucks her through it.

“One more.” He growls and she whimpers but nods. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he’d make her come again.

He grunts when she starts to clench around him again in no time at all and he rubs her clit faster. Watching Emily come might be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen and he knew right then that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. She comes with a groan, hips buckling and head thrown back as she moans his name.

It isn’t until she’s sucking in desperate breaths of air that he slows to let her come down from her high. When her eyelids finally flutter open, her dark eyes are hazy and there’s a lazy smile on her lips.

“Let me ride you.” She says and he nods before laying down.

He watches with dark eyes as she straddles him, lets his hand rest on her hips as she starts to slowly grind on him.

“You’re so big.” She gasps, the fill of him close to painful as she moves above him. Her eyes find his, sees the same pleasure reflected in his eyes that she feels and she smiles.

“I know, baby.” He whispers as he enjoys the view of her on top of him. “You’re doing so good.”

“I want you to come inside of me.” She plants her hands on his chest and starts to move faster, lifting herself up and down. “I want to feel it.”

“Jesus Christ.” He grunts, his hips pushing up against her in response. “Make me come then, filthy thing.”

Emily keeps her hands on his chest as she grinds and rocks her hips above him, wanting him to feel as good as he had made her feel. When his hands grip her hips harder she knows he’s getting close and she lets him help her move. Then one hand moves from her hip to wrap around her neck and she gasps as she looks down at him, finding the look on his face close to wild.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growls as he squeezes slightly around her neck. “Gonna come inside of you, pretty thing, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. If anything her movements become frenzied, the feeling of his hand around her throat and the feeling of him inside of her driving her crazy. When his hand tightens and he groans her name she whines, the sound of his name falling from her lips and it’s the last nudge he needs before his hips stutter against her and he comes with a loud grunt.

His hands loosen and she switches to slowly roll her hips against his, drawing out his pleasure until he stops her with a breathless laugh.

“Give me 30 minutes and then we’re doing that again.” He says and she feels another rush of arousal settle in her belly.

“What’s the matter, old man?” She teases and he laughs.

“Do not even think about acting like a brat right now.” He pinches her side and she jerks before settling back over his lap, happy to watch him as he catches his breath.

“So, we’re doing this again?” She asks with smiles as she looks down at him.

“Oh yes, we’re definitely doing this again.” He gently pulls her down to kiss her. “There’s no way I’m letting go of you.”

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