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yukittywrites · 5 months

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Just Let Me Whisper in Your Ear~

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warnings: dom reader and sub yuta, toys (vibrators), face slapping (once), cock slapping (once), degradation, overstimulation and masochism

word count: 2.9k Read the full story (12.7k) here!

a/n: do you KNOW how hard it is to remove two more people from a scene and turn bxb into y/n all simultaneously and add in the world-building from a 13k story all at once??? you guys are so lucky i do this for you! reader is gender neutral, no mentions of your genitals/race/majorly identifying features. it is implied that you and 127 are in a giant poly relationship but it's not really plot necessary!

Yuta has been a little bitch as of recent, a teasing mess who has been pretending that he's the hardest dom ever, when both you and the entirety of the 127 members know that Yuta hardly doms at all.

Sure, perhaps when he's in a particular mood he'll dom, and it's true that he's pretty mean about it—you're never on the receiving end of it, but you've watched him with some of the other members and he's definitely a hard dom—but he's far more of a sub leaning switch than anything else.

So it's obviously laughable that he's been posturing like he has, but you have no tolerance for the obnoxious way he's been doing it.

The rest of NCT may let him get away with it, after all, he'd eventually give up when he decides he wants to get railed within an inch of his life.

So, it's no matter when you drag him away and throw him into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him and shoving your lips against his.

Yuta kisses back eagerly, desperately, because that's what he is. Beneath grandeur, he's a desperate slut, eager to please, filled with dirty kinks and desire to be fucked.

"Strip and get on the bed, slut." You hiss, no tolerance, because you've had plenty up until this point.

Yuta's grin glints with mischievousness. "Make me."

"Ah, careful slut, you don't know what you're getting into."

Yuta giggles, "Hmm, are you sure?"

In fact, you were sure, and you were right, because Yuta is now two orgasms in with the promise of more on the way, absolutely incapable of understanding whatever was said.

Well, blame his own little dirty kinks.

He loves the idea of being spoken to entirely in English, finds the language incredibly sexy and always prefers when you use it while you fuck him, even if at times he barely understands it.

He certainly doesn't understand much of it now, his brain leaking out of his ears and coated in arousal with each orgasm he's lost to. He's been in Japan as of recent and so he's been refreshed in his native language, of course with still good Korean.

His English did not benefit from this stint, and so honestly, anything past the word "colour" is lost on him. He, however, doesn't want to admit it out loud and make you go back to speaking Korean, not when English was so much sexier, even unintelligible to him.

"What do I do with a bitch like you?" You ask rhetorically.

"You're such a whore that you'd let all of NCT fuck you at once, and it still wouldn't be enough for you. You're nothing more than a kinky little slut for all of us to use whenever you decide you want to be fucked stupid. You could never get enough of our dicks, even if we kept you on one at every moment of the day."

Yuta just shudders, hips rolling on the bed.

"I'm going to make you cum so many times you plead with me to stop, Yuta." You tell him, purposefully saying it in Korean just so that Yuta can moan again at the words, just so he can fully understand.

And he does, and he swears that you are intent on murdering him in cold blood during sex.

You could talk to him dirty for an hour and without even touching his dick once—in English or Korean—and Yuta could cum from it, he knows it, and you do too. Hell, you've tried it with minimal stimulation before and Yuta did cum.

You are just like the rest of the doms, using all the clues you have about Yuta and the way his body works to make him lose his mind with need, and it was fucking working.

You've made him cum from your fingers twice, once opening him up and another by simply finger-fucking him and shoving a vibrator in him, which has sat idly in him until now, until your hand ghosts back over the remote control while Yuta is distracted, and you finally touch that little power button.

Suddenly Yuta's body was racked with vibrations.

Though the pattern was lower than anything it's usually set on, with the added overstimulation of two orgasms behind him, it feels so much more intense even at a lesser volume.

Yuta's limbs twitch, jerking in your loose hold of him, a high whimper slipping from his throat. He knew even though it'd only been seconds with the vibrations going that he probably wouldn't last long—maybe not even through whatever you were intending to do with him.

"Ngh~ fuck, gah—" he chokes, and he was rapidly realising that his vocabulary was incredibly limited in Korean; he needed to use too much thought to formulate a sentence of coherence.

"Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?" You coo, and Yuta may not really understand what was said, but he knows that you're pretending to seem sympathetic from just the tone used.

You may have a soft dom side that you show to your other subs; he's pretty sure that Mark is on the receiving end of it quite frequently, but that type of care is never reserved for Yuta.

No, whenever you dom Yuta it's with cruel words and even crueller actions, not with soft praises blending with mild degradation and soft demands.

When you were with Yuta, you both preferred it to be mean, to leave Yuta completely satiated by ripping out all of his stress in tears and sore throats.

Yuta knows your tone is fake and it's only confirmed to him when he feels a sharp slap against his cheek.

The burn leaves Yuta feeling heady with whiplash, a brutal moan getting forced out of him as though he'd been punched, shame swirling around in his stomach for enjoying something as dirty as being slapped in bed.

"Fuck, Fuck, Yuta you're so hot, you're so fucking pretty." You gasp, slipping out of your persona, only for a mere moment, your voice displaying the pure want that you keep hidden for the scene.

Yuta's moaning too at the words as though it was himself in awe.

Yuta lolls his tongue out, you're almost sure that it's subconscious, that he doesn't even realise it, but you're simultaneously focused on the way his abs tense and release every few seconds, the way Yuta's legs keep rustling on the sheets as the vibrator goes to town on him.

You are staring, eyes lidded at the sight of him, and you mess with the vibration movement to change it to a setting that feels more like Yuta is getting fucked, rather than just a simple vibration, and now Yuta is openly sobbing.

He cries out again, "please, please, please!" and he's not sure if he's pleading for you to keep going, to stop or to cum, but he's past the point of really thinking how to say more.

He doesn't need to, because you fully understand what he wants.

"What a little slut, you want to cum that bad do you? I knew you were desperate but you always seem to surprise me with how much you'd willingly debase yourself just for dick."

You actually slap his cock. Not nearly as hard as you did his face, since the skin is so much more sensitive there, but it makes Yuta scream.

The pain contrasts so harshly with every other feeling rushing through his body and it's overwhelming, as Yuta begins to break again.

He feels as though he could cum at any moment, humiliating because it can't have been that long since his last orgasm before the vibrator started, but he can't control himself anymore.

Yuta's entire body really is shaking now, unable to contain his pleasure when he feels so good, so wanted; making you so aroused and being the reason why you're so flushed, even with the dom persona alongside it. Not to mention the tone of voice you have and the words that he can barely process, all of which are adding up to be an incredibly intense experience.

You do what Yuta does frequently (if only because he knows how sexy it is in general, but also because all of 127 get off so much on the idea of cum eating, which is something else entirely) and drag your hand through his previous release that was coated on his stomach, with one hand you pry open Yuta's mouth and with the other you gather up the cum on Yuta's abs, shoving your fingers deep into his open mouth.

Yuta's eyes are rolling in his skull, tongue swirling around your long fingers, and when you start to fuck them deep into his mouth, into his throat, it once again feels like Yuta's last straw.

His borderline screaming moans don't sound like anything, not Japanese or Korean around the fingers inside of his mouth and he's not even sure what they would be even unobstructed. He actually feels as though his orgasm is bordering on more painful than pleasurous as he body twists on the bed. He hasn't managed to leave your reach but it feels as though his limbs have all left his control as he cums so hard it hits his neck and chin.

The vibrator cuts off and Yuta looks up to see your chest heaving and you staring as though you want nothing more than to take him and fuck him stupid.

He opens his mouth to say anything, whether it be smart or not, but nothing comes out as he goes to express himself in Korean.

He tries to think of what he was trying to say but his brain feels coated in syrup and his tongue feels as heavy as lead in his mouth.

You speak for him, however.

"Good slut. You're almost done, but you can take a little more, can't you?" You asks, but it's English and all Yuta can do is stare at you with dumb eyes, empty of recognition.

You tsk, "Poor slut, you really don't have a brain of your own. That's okay, it's a good thing you don't have to think, all good little whores have to do is open their legs whenever they're needed."

You say it in Korean, and Yuta can barely understand that, but the utterly broken moan that falls from his lips is worth breaking the English rule established.

"Give me a colour, Yuta. Can you take one more?" You ask.

"Green!" the sub squeals, and you groan lowly in response before replying with, "I need it in Korean, Yu." Genuine softness comes from the tone for the first time since their scene began and it makes Yuta realise that he'd said his answer in Japanese.

Korean, because you don't speak Japanese, but Korean is your second language, and you have to make sure that he's okay still.

"Green." Yuta replies, accent poor and word slurred but (barely) comprehensible nonetheless and you press a light kiss to his cheek before falling into character again.

"Remember, you said you could take one more."

This time, Yuta is as prepared as he could be for the vibrator to start up again, and braced himself accordingly.

It still didn't feel like enough, and Yuta was almost sure that nothing he did to prepare could've been.

"Oh! Uhnng~ Shit— ah!" It spilled out as gibberish, moans as his hips bucked.

One more orgasm felt so easy and yet so difficult to him, his cock felt absolutely spent and he was really overwhelmed by his arousal even after having cum so many times. He felt like his body was really at his limit but if you wanted him to do more, then he would.

He would be a good boy. He wanted it more than anything.

"That's it, Yuta. Focus on the feeling of that little toy inside you, I bet it feels good. It will never be as good as I would be, my body splitting you open and fucking you in every position I could think of, but I know it feels good and I know it can make you scream."

Yuta's not listening anymore, how can he be when he can barely even think.

His poor body is really at it's limit, his hips uncontrollably twisting in the air as if he could escape the assault on his prostate, his throat forcing out moans so high they might as well use them for the background high adlibs in one of their songs.

Yuta isn't going to last more than four minutes at the maximum and it's evident from the way he keeps fisting the sheets and convulsing.

He's trying too hard to not cum in seconds flat to think about what you are doing on top of him—though, if he should know anything from hooking up with you, it should be to never let you catch him off guard—that the feeling of lube dripping over top of his semi-hard erection makes him jolt in shock.

Why are you pouring lube on him? You can't surely expect Yuta to stay hard enough to fuck anybody and he can't take much more than what he's at right now.

"Yuta, can't wait to watch you wail and beg me to stop."

You are simply speaking Korean now, seemingly discovering that English was a lost cause when Korean itself poses the same difficulty that English did for him at the beginning of their scene.

Yuta can't process what was said before he hears a louder buzzing, and he can't process the sound before he feels a bullet vibrator touching his shaft.

And boy, does Yuta scream.

It's louder than any of them have ever made him before, a combination of shock and finally reaching a point beyond overstimulation really forcing it out.

"Y/n! Stop, fuck— I can't— AH!" Yuta babbles, finally in Japanese and even still unable to formulate a proper sentence.

You start to drag the bullet up and down, and Yuta really feels like he's losing his mind.

His body is fully convulsing now, hysterical sobs and his hands flailing around as though he was in search for his already flying body.

"Pretty." Is all you have to say, drinking in the sight of Yuta so far gone by your hands—by all of your collective efforts on him.

"Y/n! Stop, stop, too much! Too much, god— can't take it, please!" Yuta wails, his head flopping from side to side, fragments of Japanese that he can't manage to fully get out constantly spilling from his mouth.

Yuta can't bite back a single one of his noises, stop one of his movements, his body has entirely left his control.

"So good! It's too much— fuck, God!"

Yuta no longer can focus on anything at all, even you. All he can feel is the two vibrators brutally going against him, just his body and the feelings against it.

The bullet shifts, moving from his shaft to press against his cockhead and the moment it does, Yuta feels whatever rubber band inside of him snap.

"Gonna cum—Y/n, I'm cumming! Cumming! Fuck, fu-ck!"

Each word is a scream, and even after he wails out that final fuck, his mouth still hangs open in an unintelligible scream. Yuta's body writhes against the sheets so violently that you lose control of him, his body twisting in what feels like hundreds of different directions. His back arches so hard it looks as though it is about to snap in the middle and then he twists all the way over until he's flipped from his back to the bed to his stomach.

Yuta's brown irises aren't even visible, fully white with pleasure and Yuta is the pinnacle of someone who is entirely lost to their orgasm, consumed by it fully and overwhelmed entirely.

Yuta's orgasm goes on for what must be at least a minute, and you are nothing more than enraptured by the sight even after all you can see is Yuta's unblemished back.

Yuta screams, his cock shooting white all over his stomach and chest, few drops even hitting his neck, and he shakes until the end of his orgasm, when he goes entirely limp.

Yuta remains unmoving on the bed after his orgasm has passed through and you have the mind to roll him back over into his back and check to see if he passed out.

Yuta hadn't, however. He was still awake, though staring at the ceiling and reeling from what he just experienced.

You felt a little bit of relief at that, grateful to see that Yuta was still awake, even entirely distant, and you crawl onto the bed beside Yuta, ignoring the mess—you're definitely laying on Yuta's cum right now—to hold Yuta in your arms and begin the physical touch portion of the aftercare process.

Mark says something about getting some towels, water and some energy bars for them, and with that slips out of the room.

"I love you, Yuyu." you say, pressing a kiss to Yuta's lips that's barely reciprocated because he's so tired he's borderline asleep curled up against you.

"You're such a good boy, so perfect for me, so pretty." You murmur, raking your hands through his hair.

He hums, gravelly, and buries his head in your hair.

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heeseungsnewwhore · 6 months

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Mercy🝮

:Part One:

Pairing: Sunghoon x Sunoo

Rating: 18+, mature scenes ahead

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Comfort

Warning Tags: Dacryphilia, SunSun, BxB, MxM, so it's gay, very gay, crying, lots of crying, Violence, possibly triggering content, mentioned abus!ve relationship, suggested, abus!ve relationship, JayWon established relationship

Summary: After years of pining, Sunghoon finally gets a chance to be with the man he claims as the love of his life. Freshly out of a very toxic relationship, Sunoo runs into the arms of the man he had always wanted to give his heart to. But as old faces and feelings from the past begin to re-emerge in their newly established relationship, the couple begin to question the timing of their hearts...

“I’m ready to go home…”

“Huh? But it hasn’t even been an hour?”

“Do we need to be here any longer..? Everyone is just staring at us…”

The shorter male chuckles. “Sunghoon-ah…It’s just because they don’t know you yet.” He says with a cheery grin before he’s wrapping himself around the others arm.

“Well no one has tried to talk to me Sunoo, they’re making me uncomfortable.” Sunghoon sighs before he’s letting Sunoo pull him into the crowd.

“Then we’ll go talk to them instead and if you still feel uncomfy, we’ll leave baby…Just try? For me?” Sunoo stops, now turning around to take the others hand in his, before he’s raising the other one up to caress his cheek.

Sunghoon sighs again, glancing about anxiously, the public display , as minuscule as it was, making him fidget as he felt eyes on them.

“Okay…For you.”

And there’s that smile.

Sunghoon loves that smile.

Sunoo always smiles at him like that…

“Thank you~” Sunoo cheers before giving him a quick peck on the lips and bounding off to a group of people that Sunghoon had only heard of, but never actually met yet.

“Yknow maybe if you weren’t lumbering around like an angry tree…”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes as he hears the familiar voice and looks over to see his friend Jay who approaches with a glass in hand. Watching as Sunoo cheerfully chatted up the group of people he was standing with before gesturing towards Sunghoon.

“Better learn how to smile-“

“Jongssaeng~, do you like your face?” Sunghoon plays in a mockingly cheery tone, Jay immediately looking around as if he heard something.

“Oh? What’s that-? Oh I think I hear Jungwon calling me-“ The younger male now veering off in some other direction as Sunghoon sighs once again before making his way towards Sunoo.

He puts on a smile, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat as he approaches the crowd. Sunoo, like a magnet immediately coming back to his arm. The taller male tensing up a bit before glancing all about at the people in front of him.

“They think I was joking~ But I told them I wouldn’t joke about that kind of thing- My best friend is my boyfriend now.” Sunoo says so cheerfully and Sunghoon’s heart does a dangerous thing.

“Mmn, the man looks like he’s being held hostage Sunoo- Let him have some space!” One of Sunoo’s female friends chastised him but he only stuck his tongue out at her.

“Ah, he’s always been like this- He just gets really clingy when he drinks I don’t mind. At least he’s not wandering off.” Sunghoon says before he’s looking down at the other male who’s pouting up at him.

“Hey, I don’t wander off!”

“Well I’m not taking any chances now am I?” Sunghoon says before he’s ruffling the others hair gently.

The woman ahead of them chuckling before one of the males speak.

“So how did you end up dating? You must’ve been waiting for a chance right?”

“I-I…”

“Dude-“ The Woman nudges the man in the ribs.

“What!? I’m saying that it’s a good thing! Sunoo’s ex was garbage, I’m glad it’s a friend. You should be relieved too…” He says giving the woman a dirty look and she rolls her eyes before sipping on her drink again.

Sunghoon sighs. “Well, it was something like that I guess…Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom. Don’t- let him go off anywhere?” Sunghoon says to Sunoo’s friends, before he’s off to the restrooms.

Sunoo of course trying to bicker at him that he didn’t need to be babysat, and the two friends of his bickering about how Sunghoon ended up uncomfortable.

But the man wasn’t wrong…Sunghoon took his chance.

About a month ago

Sunghoon was lazing about in his kitchen. Boredom taking over the atmosphere as he was finishing up the dishes with little enthusiasm. Jay had come over for dinner and to hang out for a little while, and had left only moments ago. Sunghoon was now cleaning up before he got ready for bed. They had had a few drinks so he was already sleepy enough.

But it’s suddenly that he’s hearing soft banging on his door. He pauses at the sink, listening again…And there it was. He leaned to have a view of his front door wondering who it could’ve been. Jay had a key, so no reason to be banging on his door.

There it was again, but this time much louder.

“Sunghoon-ah?! Sunghoon!? Please!”

Sunghoon knew that voice all too well, and quickly made his way to the door. Practically snatching it open, as he was now met with Sunoo. Soaking wet from the rain, hugging himself and sobbing. Sunoo doesn’t say anything , just throwing himself into the others arms. Sunghoon not hesitating at all in taking the other in his arms as he quickly begins to look him over.

“Sunoo!? What the Hell, what are you doing-? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Sunoo shakes his head as he sniffles, tears still running down his face as he looked up at his friend. He had been crying for a while. Eyes red and puffy, his nose was red. His hands gripping at the fabric of Sunghoon’s shirt for dear life and it’s in that moment, Sunghoon’s heart decides now is the time to start trying to catapult out of his chest.

“S-sunoo-“ Sunghoon cups The others cheeks. “Tell me what happened-“

“He kicked me out! He threw me out, and he wouldn’t let me get my things, he has my phone, my clothes everything!”

“Su-“

“I don’t want to go back! I just want my things! Don’t make me go back!” Sunoo is burying his face in the others chest again, sobbing into him.

“Sunoo- Did he hurt you?” Sunghoon asks and Sunoo takes too long to answer, the larger male pulling him away from his body and asking again. More stern this time.

“No! No he just locked me out…I-I couldn’t call because he has my phone, so I had to walk…”

Sunghoon couldn’t help but frown- That expression soon turning into a grimace.

“Let’s get you into some dry clothes, go find something of mine.” Sunghoon gestures towards his bedroom, before grabbing his coat, and his keys.

“W-wait where are you going?”

“To get your stuff.”

“Wait-!”

“I’m calling Jay he’ll be here in a few minutes, I’ll be back.” Sunghoon says quickly, going out the door, phone at his ear as he rushes to his car.

‘Hello..?’

“Can you swing by my place real quick?”

‘What-? What’s going on, are you okay?’

“I need you to sit with Sunoo until I get back okay? I gotta go get his things.”

‘What!? What are you-‘

Sunghoon hangs up before Jay can even finish speaking but he knows he’ll come through. Jay might have been on his ass for an explanation later, but if he could tell it was urgent, he knew to ask questions later. Sunghoon also DIDNT want to leave Sunoo alone and he was pretty sure the other male didn’t want to be alone.

It’s about a ten minute drive to the housing complex that Sunoo had lived in with his boyfriend. But with the way Sunghoon was driving, in the rain even, it took him about half the time. He parked across the way where he could see the house within walking distance. One car in the driveway, so obviously he was still home. Sunghoon turns his car off, shoves his keys in his pocket, and climbs out of his car. Practically storming for the front door.

Sunghoon knocks on the door, rather harshly, and there’s no response. He does it again, this time banging on the door. Constantly. Starting a whole rhythm under the pounding rain.

“I told you to-!”

The door suddenly swings open, the man’s words catching in his throat as he sees Sunghoon. Sunghoon not wasting any time as he barges in, inviting himself into the man’s home. Though it’s not as if Sunghoon hasn’t been here before.

“What the Hell are you doing!?”

“I’m here to get his things.”

Sunghoon says simply as he turns to face the man now. Watching a snide smirk play at his lips. Sunghoon really just wanted to punch it right off.

“Go get them, I don’t want any of it.” The man slurs, now shuffling over to throw himself onto his couch.

Sunghoon can’t help but glare. It’s then that he notices the state of the house. The alcohol, the stench of it. The living room was a mess, as was the kitchen. There’s no telling what the other rooms looked like. He then storms in the hallway, going into the bedroom, to see that it was trashed as well. Almost the entire house was a mess. It’s then that Sunghoon is balling his fist. He knows what he came for but the aftermath of whatever had happened didn’t look like things played out too well at all. The house was a mess yet Sunoo said that the man didn’t hit him or anything. After seeing the place Sunghoon found that to be less likely.

He tries to focus on the task at hand, going over to the closet and practically snatching it open. Seeing a couple of suitcases, he grabbed the biggest one, tossing it onto the bed. He starts gathering Sunoo’s clothes. He’s familiar with all the things that are his of course. His clothes, his jewelry, even his cologne and any trinkets that he was sure were Sunoo’s . It wasn’t a difficult task for him. The only thing that made it difficult is that most of these things weren’t where they were supposed to be. It only made it harder for him to contain the discomfort he was holding towards the other.

After he was done stuffing the suitcase, putting any other smaller objects in his pocket, he made his way out of the bedroom. He was almost out the door before he finally remembered something important.

Sunoo’s phone.

He puts the suitcase down by the door, now turning to the drunken male on the couch.

“Where’s his phone?” Sunghoon asks simply, and the man seems to have already passed out. Getting frustrated he walks over to the other, kicking at his feet. “Hey! Wake up! Asshole…” he mutters the curse as the man finally comes to.

“What, What..?”

“Sunoo’s phone? Where is it?”

The man shuffles around a bit on the couch, before he’s finally pulling Sunoo’s phone out of the sofa. Tossing it across the floor at the other. Sunghoon grimacing as he picks it up, now shoving it in his pocket. He then turns to go out the door…But doesn’t. Instead he goes back over to the couch, squatting to the man’s level. Grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to pay attention to him.

“Ow! Hey what the fuck!” He hissed, taking drunken swings at the other at Sunghoon can’t believe how pathetic the man ended up seemingly over a day.

“Shut up and listen- Because if I ever see you again. If you ever touch him again…You’ll regret it. Do you understand? Yeah?” Sunghoon forces the other man’s head to nod as he has a painful grip on his hair, the other repeating his words through a hiss of pain. “Good, good.”

With that, Sunghoon shoves the others head away from him as he lets go of his hair. Now making his way back to the door, and picking up the suitcase.

“Did he tell you why I threw him out? Huh?! Did you even ask!? Or did he play the victim? Tsh…Go ahead and keep him…You can deal with it now.”

Sunghoon shakes his head with a sigh. He couldn’t begin to be the least amount of worried about whatever the man was babbling on about and makes his way out the door. Putting the suitcase in the trunk and driving right back to his house. He couldn’t help but continue seething on the short drive. His phone was going off, buzzing from worried messages filling his phone from Jay. But he could tell that some of the messages were from Sunoo himself. It wasn’t long before he was walking back into his own home, dragging the suitcase along behind him. As he drags himself in, he sees Jay on the couch comforting a still teary eyed Sunoo- both of their eyes now on him.

“Hey…” He says simply as Sunoo is now running over to the other and wrapping his arms around him. Sunghoon of course hugs him back. “I grabbed everything I could…The place was a mess but…I tried…”

“You didn’t even have to do all of that…Thank you Sunghoon.” Sunoo looks up to the other with a teary smile, and even then, in that moment, Sunghoon really wished he could have kissed him. But it’s then that Sunghoon notices the little bandage on the others cheek. Now raising a thumb to gently rub over it.

“What the hell is this?” Sunghoon asks, looking right up at Jay who is now getting up from the couch.

“Sunghoon-” Sunoo starts and the taller gives him such a stern look, Sunoo can only pout, knowing better than to make another excuse.

“Apparently, he was throwing things around. Via the mess you saw and- Theres some bruises on his back too.” Jay answers and Sunoo is burying his face into Sunghoon’s chest to cry again.

“I didn’t want you to worry Sunghoon I’m sorry,,, He was just throwing things everywhere and I just wanted to get out…I-I just didn't move fast enough-”

“Sunoo, none of this is your fault, okay?” Jay gently places his hand on the youngers shoulder. “Just stop- Everytime you open your mouth, you’re defending him somehow. Just don’t.”

“Jay is right- And Please, if there’s anything else, you need to tell us…Tell us what happened.”

It’s after that, and another flood of tears that Sunoo sits down between the two and tries his best to explain everything that had happened. Apparently Sunoo’s boyfriend had gotten it into his head that he was cheating. But it was Sunoo himself that found out otherwise. Sunoo’s boyfriend only saying that he cheated because he assumed Sunoo was already cheating- Which was false. What had convinced Sunoo’s boyfriend that Sunoo was cheating, was a drinking party he had gone to. The people that were present there were some mutual friends, as well as Sunoo’s therapist…To which Sunoo had talked alot to about another ‘person’. Another ‘man’...And the way these things were coming from the drunken mouth of Sunoo’s therapist only made things worse for him when his lover- former lover- got home.

Sunghoon sighs as he is balling and unballing his fists and Jay has his head in his hands in a frustrated manner.

“So…He got really mad at me and…That’s when everything else happened.” Sunoo swallows through his broken sobs. “I-I didn’t know where else to go…I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t…Don’t apologize you could’ve come to either of us.” Jay says as he tried to rub along the others back soothingly, but stops as the younger winces. “S-Sorry.”

It’s then that Jay’s phone begins to buzz and he pulls out only to let out a string of curses under his breath.

Sunoo turns with a sniffle, wiping his eyes with his sleeves as he ponders whats wrong. “What’s wrong?”

“Well- I gotta get back. Jungwon’s awake and he’s worried now.” Jay says with a sigh as he sees all the messages from the other, going to text him back before the other is now calling.

“Hello? Babe- Baby-! It was an emergency! It was- Baby, I’m getting in the car right now. Yes, I’m right down the street. Honey…”

Jay wasn’t exactly yelling at the other over the phone, but more so trying to calm the other down enough to reassure him that he was fine and coming home. He was giving the others silent goodbyes and waving to them as he quickly made his way out of the house, now making way to his car.

Leaving Sunoo and Sunghoon to the silence…

"I'm sorry.." Sunoo's expression has completely fallen again, his eyes beginning to fill with more tears.

Looking up to the other as he tries to force a smile. "He's such an asshole..He shouldn't have to be your problem"

"Sunoo-“ Sunghoon shifts on the couch some, turning his body more towards the other. "If he's making you cry like this, he was going to be my problem anyway-…You're not going back there, okay?"

"I just feel so stupid, I thought things would get better after we moved in and it just got worse, and I have nowhere else to go and I wanna stop crying and I can't and I feel so ugly-“

"I think you're pretty."

Sunoo swallows, looking over to the other man now with a streak of confusion. A mortified look on Sunghoon's face as he realizes what he just said.

"S-Sunghoon.?" He practically hiccups his friends name.

"I'm- That was-" He raises a hand up to drag it down his face in a frustrated manner. Giving a defeated sigh, he's carefully moving his own hands. Taking Sunoo’s in his. Hesitant, at first, almost as if Sunoo's hands were the most delicate things he could hold.

"I think you're pretty when you cry…You're never ugly- Just sucks that this is why you have to cry."

"y-You think that..?" The younger male sniffs, blinking through his tears, bottom lip still quivering slightly. Sunghoon opens his mouth to speak but quickly slams it shut.

Sunghoon can't even bring himself to look at the other anymore. It was already bad enough that he had the most obvious crush on his friend- Jay making a daily reminder to him about it on a regular basis, for whatever annoying fucking reason. But tonight after hearing Sunoo slip up about his therapist and their sessions…It didn’t take much for Jay and even himself, to realize that the other man Sunoo had been mentioning during his session’s…Was Sunghoon himself. Jay having given Sunghoon a certain look during the discussion- Almost as if he had known there was something between them in the first place. But Sunoo was taken. Long spoken for. What could Sunghoon have done?

But now Sunoo was sitting here, on his couch, tear stained, in one of his shirts that fit him just a little too big…Sunghoon didn't know who was more vulnerable in that moment between the two of them and he's only just a man. His mind is reeling on how Sunoo is technically single now and how he just called him pretty, how swollen his lips are, how red and puffy his eyes have gotten, how there's so many stars in his eyes when he's crying, how his hands are really soft, how gorgeous his legs are-

"Sunghoon-ah!?"

Sunghoon jumps being snatched out of his thoughts, Sunoo practically yelling his name.

"S-Sunghoon, are you okay, have you been drinking or something.?"

Sunoo asks and honestly, though he has had a drink or two, those words hurt his feelings. Sunghoon didn't need to be drunk to tell Sunoo how he felt- He just needed time. An opportunity. This was as good as any...The selfish thought of Sunoo getting over his ex and going to someone else gnawing at him. He doesn't want Sunoo to go anywhere else. He wants him here. Like this. These soft hands. Those swollen lips. Even his broken smile. He wants everything that there is and anything he can fix.

"I'm not drunk Sunoo, and I meant it. You're always pretty...always."

He's rubbing his thumb along the back of the others hands now.

Looking down to the delicate fingers for a moment before their eyes finally meet again. "And when your cry, it's just…” Sunghoon let's out another sigh, watching as another tear runs down flushed cheeks and he can't shake the thought away anymore.

He couldn't ask for it.

He didn't even really think about it.

His body moved on its own.

Cupping the others face in both hands now, he closes in the space between them with a kiss. Catching the poor man off guard as he steals his lips. Chasing after the shy, plump folds that slowly started to reciprocate. Sunoo's hands coming up to brace on the others wrists.

Sunoo is Kissing him back.

He's really kissing him.

And Sunghoon can feel the fireworks going off in his chest. Deepening the kiss much further as he glides his tongue past the others lips with such ease and the little noise that comes from him makes his heart turn flips. Sunoo is trying to say something- His name. Muffling it out into the kiss before Sunghoon is finally pulling away to let him catch his breath.

"Just go out with me instead…”

"Wh-what?"

"Move in with me even-"

"Sunghoon!?"

"Your things are already here! Just stay the night...Think about it…..Give me a chance...I'd even beg." His last words are almost a whisper, but Sunoo hears them.

He moves his hands to cup the others cheeks, now bringing his forehead to rest against his. Closing his eyes, before there’s finally a faint smile at his lips.

“Why couldn’t you come out with it before..?”

“Huh..?”

There’s a weak chuckle coming from Sunoo before he’s tilting his head bit, now bringing himself closer to the other. Much closer. So much that Sunghoon is now cradling the other in his lap. Sunoo now comfortably nuzzling himself down into the others embrace. Already, he felt so safe. Warm.

“This is going to sound really bad, Sunghoon…Please don’t judge.” The younger whispers. Head now resting on Sunghoon’s shoulder, a hand playing in the man’s hair.

“I won’t judge you. I promise…What’s wrong?”

“Well…” Sunoo sighs. “I always knew you kinda liked me…Always.” He starts and he can see the defeated look in the others expression an he chuckles. Sniffling before he speaks again. “I liked you too, though…But- whenever I tried…You always seemed to pull away…Like you didn’t want me.”

Sunghoon can hear the others words waver a little at the end. Holding him even tighter as he now turns his head to pepper soft kisses at the youngers jaw. “I’m sorry Sunoo…I didn’t want to ruin what we had…As friends…It was stupid…”

Sunoo shakes his head slightly as he sniffles. “It hurt a little…I should’ve just come out and said something to you…But I was afraid of you turning me down…So I thought maybe if I made it obvious enough…He'll come to me.”

“I’m sorry-”

“No-No don’t be.” Sunoo is now moving to cup the other’s cheeks, holding his face so that the two are now peering into each other's eyes. “I have you now…Right…? I-If I stay for a bit…C-Can we try? I mean- give it a little time? See what happens?”

It was just from those words that Sunghoon couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. Just the thought of a chance between them and he was beyond happy. It’s seeing that smile though, that Sunoo had his answer, and he was meeting the other in a sweet kiss…

The moment their lips had touched in the first place, they both had their minds made up.

Present Day…

Splashing some more water on his face before peering into the mirror, Sunghoon regains his grip back on reality. Pulling himself from thoughts of the past, and back to the present. He was sure he had already taken too long in the bathroom and needed to get back to the crowd. But ever since he had arrived to the party, things had felt, uneasy.

He just had a feeling…

A feeling like he shouldn’t be there.

He just wanted to take Sunoo and go home.

But he promised the other he would come…After a month of sorting themselves out, they decided to call things official, and all of his friends were more than excited to meet the Sunghoon that they had always heard so much about. Apparently Sunghoon had been the topic of many conversations even long before they were dating.

But he shakes it off. Letting out another sigh before returning to the crowd. He sees Sunoo is right where he left him. With his little crowd of friends.

“Hoon! There you are, I thought you fell down the drain!” Sunoo teases, almost in a tone as if scolding the other for taking too long. But he brightens the other up with a smile almost immediately after, before he’s hugging his arm again.

“Hey man- If what I said earlier was weird, or out of line, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a lot to drink tonight.” The male admits and Sunghoon shakes his head, signaling it’s okay.

“You weren’t wrong. It just wasn’t the opportunity I would’ve wanted. I could’ve waited longer if it had meant for things to go differently…I think about it going differently all the time but- Well we’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Sunghoon suddenly admits and Sunoo is looking up to the other with the most awestruck expression.

“I didn’t know you still thought about it so much…It feels so long ago to me now. Would you really have been waiting for me, Sunghoon?” The younger one has drunken stars in his eyes and Sunghoon smiles, forgetting about the couple of friends in front of them for a moment.

“Of course I would…This is something I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Sunoo can feel happy little tears stinging his eyes, and he hides them as he pulls the other down into a kiss. Sunghoon’s hands coming to the other's waist, as Sunoo’s smaller ones are now cupping his face. Just a sweet trading of lips. A brief little moment that said so much more. The two slowly pull away with soft smiles, a slight flush at Sunoo’s cheeks.

“Oh! Oh my!”

It’s then hearing the female in front of them that Sunghoon scolds himself and Sunoo can only giggle.

“No, no! You two are so cute! Ugh, Sunoo he’s perfect, you should’ve started dating your friends a long time ago!” She chimes. A tearful smile on her face before she fans at the man that was with her, now shoving past him. “Move I have to go fix my makeup! Oh gosh you two-!”

“I’m gonna make sure she wanders into the right bathroom this time.” The man laughs as he now follows after the girl. Giving Sughoon a proper goodbye in case they didn’t see each other for the rest of the night.

After that, the two mean were practically inseparable. Sunoo was happily hanging off of Sunghoon in front of all of his friends, and it even put Jungwon in a romantic mood. Prompting him to be just as clingy with Jay. Not that he already wasn’t, but he was more drunk off the atmosphere rather than the alcohol. Whispering little promises and taunts in Jay’s ear all night just to tug at his composure. Meanwhile Sunoo and Sunghoon had seemed like the sweetest couple at the party tonight.

“Y’know, I’ve never seen anyone actually dance here…” Jay sighs as he’s pour another shot for himself, and the other three men.

“It is good dance music, just going to waste.” Jungwon sighs, fiddling with the small glass before bringing it to his lips.

Sunoo hums as Jay pushes his glass over to him. Sunghoon and his friend downing their shots together. “It doesn’t have to be a waste.” The younger says before hopping up from his seat.

The three watch him wondering where he could possibly be running off to- And then they realize- He’s sauntered straight over to Heeseung. Who was glued to the couch with a girl on either side of him, both of the females seemingly contesting for his lap.

“Heeseeeeung~ Can I have your phone?” Sunoo sings, Heeseung too engrossed in his conversation with the girls, doesn’t even bother to ask what he wants it for, and hands it over.

Sunoo now having complete control over the playlist. Changing the vibe, ande the volume, and it’s noticeable. Especially with the way he begins dancing through the crowd, tugging at a few others clothes, pulling them to the center with him. Eventually bumping into his female friend who was more than happy to join him. The younger male making his way all the way back to Sunghoon and his friends, the biggest smile on his face.

“We can dance now!” He cheers, clapping for himself.

“You literally just grinded on half the household…” Jay says with a dumbfounded look on his face, Sunghoon having covered his eyes.

“Is it safe to look yet?” The older whines and Sunoo playfully slaps his boyfriends arm in response.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I'm going to dance.” Jungwon says with an innocent smile before Jay looks him up and down.

“If you’re dancing, then I’m dancing? Duh.”

Jungwon can't help but laugh at the way his boyfriend responds, before Jay is taking his hand himself, and guiding them out onto the floor. Now there’s just Sunghoon. Sunoo’s pleading eyes gazing up at the other, as he bites his lip. Taking the larger hands in his and slowly stepping back into the dancing crowd. Slowly but surely, Sunghoon follows him in. If the two hadn’t appeared inseparable already, they definitely were that way now. Sunoo kept his body as close as he possibly could to the others. His arms around the taller’s shoulders, Sunghoon’s around his waist in response. Their foreheads touching, and if you had to look twice you’d say they were kissing. A few times they were. Until it inevitably turned into nothing but an entire makeout session in the drunken crowd of their friends.

And from there, the night carried on…The atmosphere had shifted to a much more lively setting for the next handful of hours, and Jay and Sunghoon were making sure to keep an eye on Jungwon and Sunoo who wanted to have a few more drinks before going home. No more for themselves of course, because they were the ones that would be driving them home.

“Mmmmmm I had so much fun let’s do it again tomorrow…” Sunoo groans, body completely limp against Sunghoon’s as the four of them were piled on the couch. Sunoo and Jungwon sitting between him and Jay. The two younger males obviously needing to be tucked in.

“Hey guys! Sorry I was- Well…”

They look up to see Heeseung jogging down his stairs, in the process of throwing his shirt back on and a sheepish smile on his lips.

“Wow, never seen him blush like that before. They must've been fun?” Jay says with a suggestive smile, before giving him the eyebrows as well. Heeseung silently mouthing an ‘oh yeah’ before squeezing himself onto the couch next to him. Only way that ended up working out was Jay shuffling over and having to surrender his lap to Jungwon.

“Everyone else is already going home, but we didn’t want to leave without saying bye.” Jungwon admits with a sleepy smile as he readjusts in Jay’ s lap. Turning himself a bit more so that he can face Heeseung.

A few of the boys had work in the morning but not all of them. Of course that had included Heeseung so he more or less had to make sure that the house was clear of anymore guests, before seeing his friends out. Heeseung had lived in a pretty nice condominium so it took some time and a bit of elevator sharing for everyone to make their way down to the parking lot. Of course as they got there, one of the males realized he still had something on him that didn’t quite belong to him…

“Oh no! Awh, man…” Sunoo whined as he looks down to the phone in his hands. Sunghoon stopping, gently taking ahold of the others shoulders, trying to figure what’s wrong.

“Hm? Baby, what is it? Sunoo?”

Sunoo laughs nervously before slapping himself in the forehead. “I still have Heeseung’s phone! And he’s all the way back up theeeeere!”

Sunoo is now looking up at Sunghoon with those eyes. Those starry brown hues that he just can’t deny. With a soft sigh and smile, Sunghoon takes the phone from the younger.

“I’ll take it up to him. You just go to the car and warm up.” He then slides his keys into Sunoo’s pocket as he leans in to steal a kiss, before jogginh his way back into the lobby.

Sunoo smiles as he watches the other head off, now looking down to the keys in his hand. It’s then that he hears a car horn and looks up to see Jay and Jungwon waving to him before getting into their car. He wavded them of as well before finally starting to Sunghoon’s car. But his short walk across the lot was soon interrupted…

He looks around as he hears his name.

But he’s not sure where it’s coming from…

Then he hears his name again and his eyes finally land on a familiar man.

No…Not a man he wants to see at all.

But as the man sees he has Sunoo's attention, he’s smiling and jogging in his direction.

“No…No, no, no, no-” Sunoo turns quickly and begins to chant as he moves quicker. Everytime he hears his name from the man’s voice he tries to move faster but his feet fail him.

That and there was a hand gripping his wrist, tugging him back slightly to stop him from going forward anymore.

“Sunoo, wait-“ As the man grabs the younger’s arm now, Sunoo is automatically flinching. The older male seeing the effect his grip had on him, he loosens it and takes a step away. “I-I’m sorry…I just want to talk…I want to…Apologize. That’s all. If you’ll-“

Before the man could finish speaking, there was a larger figure emerging between the two. A fist coming through to put the other man on the ground. Sunoo gasping as he took a few steps back, now to see Sunghoon.

“I told you if you ever touched him again…You’d regret it.” He says glaring down at the man, who’s still holding his jaw. Looking up bewildered at the other before looking to Sunoo in shock. “Don’t look at him. Fuck off.”

The man is quickly scurrying up off the ground before quickly running back to his car. Sunghoon simply turning around, grabbing Sunoo by the wrist and leading them back in the direction of his car.

“What was that?!” Sunoo exclaims, following along as Sunghoon drags him.

“A punch.”

“He wasn’t hurting me! Sunghoon! Sunghoon!” Sunoo suddenly stops, tugging against the other. Finally snatching from his grasps causing the male to whip around.

“What-? Are you mad? Are you mad that I hit him?”

Sunoo raises his arms only to drop them at his sides again. “I’m upset that you did something so reckless!”

“Everyone saw him grab you.”

“Yeah and then everyone saw you punch him! You punched him!”

“If you’re so worried about what I did to him now, then you’d be terrified at what I would’ve done back then…” Sunghoon is suddenly in the others face. “Do you know what it was like? Walking into that house? The images in my head, Sunoo?”

“S-Sung…”

“You worry about him every time we see him around…” There’s a look in Sunghoon’s eyes. A mix of anger, pain, and confusion and it reflects in Sunoo’s. The smaller beginning to tear up as silent drops cascade down his cheeks. “And I have to see him around now, happy, healthy, untouched after what he did to you. How can you be concerned!? How can you care what I do to him!? He’s garbage, Sunoo! I finally, FINALLY do something to make sure he never comes near you again, and you’re upset!? He’s going to keep chasing you until you talk to him!”

“I-I just don’t want you to get in trouble…” His voice is barely there and it’s when Sunghoon sees it…The hint of fear in the others eyes. “I-I don’t want you to fight…I don’t want to see you all beat up and angry like that…That’s not my Sunghoon…” Sunoo shakes his head as his voice begins to waver and even more tears start to fall.

He’s crying.

Really crying now.

Sobbing.

“Don’t be like him! Don’t get so angry that you end up doing stupid things like he did! So angry that you just hurt people because you’re mad! You have me now, okay? I love you now. I loved him once but...Some people just don't fit…S-Sunghoon- I’m yours...Okay?” Sunoo’s shaky hands are now holding Sunghoon’s and the taller man can’t help but notice the eyes around them. Not only that, but Jay and Jungwon dashing across the parking lot to the two of them.

“You guys alright?!”

“What the Hell is going on?!”

“Sunghoon punched my ex.” Sunoo sniffles, now bringing his hands back to wipe his own tears.

“You punched him?” Jungwon says in disbelief as he glances between the two of them.

“About fucking time…” Jays says under his breath but is immediately getting a look from Jungwon.

“Jay- Don’t.”

“He came up and grabbed Sunoo…He didn’t need to touch him, he had no business touching him.” Sunghoon defends himself and Sunoo gives him another wounded look.

“And you didn’t have to touch him, you could’ve just grabbed me and we could’ve left! Now look-”

“Look at what? All your friends that were just watching? Did I embarrass you? Well I’m sorry Sunoo, next time I won’t interrupt. You must’ve felt so safe just now then, right? Before I came?”

“Sunghoon!” Jungwon is now stepping between the two of them, shoving the older male back some. “Lay off, listen to yourself…He panicked okay, it’s not his fault! Especially when you just come out of nowhere swinging like that…”

“I’m fine. I just wanna go home.”

In tears, Sunoo is shoving past them, moving quickly through the parking lot as he makes his way to Sunghoon’s car. Jungwon giving Sunghoon a worried look before following after Sunoo. Calling the younger’s name but getting no response or acknowledgement. Leaving Jay and Sunghoon to themselves. Jay gave his friend a look of disbelief before rolling his eyes and waving to the other to follow him to his car so they could talk. Sunghoon huffs. Taking his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner before following after Jay.

“Sunghoon…” Jay starts. He’s now sitting behind the wheel of his car and Sunghoon in the passenger seat. From where they were parked, they could see Sunoo and Jungwon’s figures. Having their own conversation a ways from them. “You know you can’t yell at him like that, right..?”

Sunghoon is staring down into his hands. He felt bad for raising his voice at Sunoo like that, yes. He felt bad that he made him cry. But at the same time, he was angry. He was angry that his ex was able to even lay a hand on Sunoo. He felt like he had failed. Like he had broken his promise. He was disgusted. He was angry he couldn’t hit him more. Sunoo was the one that came to his house covered in bruises and yet that man had nothing coming to him? Sunghoon regrets not beating him up that night.

“Sunghoon-”

“I know.” Sunghoon finally huffs out. Now resting his head against the window as he stares out at nothing really. “I know and I’m sorry…”

“Yeah well, I’m not the one you should be apologizing too…That night was horrible for him. I still don't’ think we know everything that was going on between them…That relationship went bad a long time ago but Sunoo was trying so hard…”

“I know…” Sunghoon sighs again, but this time his voice is weaker. “I’d never hurt Sunoo. Never on purpose…I just wanted to protect him. I told him he’d never have to see that guy again, that I’d never let him lay another finger on him…”

Jay could hear the defeated tone in his friends words. The pain even. Sunghoon had waited so long for this moment. The relationship with Sunoo that he had thought would always be a fantasy…It was actually the entire reason his last relationship failed.

“Y’know…When we broke up. I lied.” Jay suddenly speaks. Sunghoon’s brows coming together.

“Pardon?”

Jay can’t help but laugh a bit then. Sunghoon’s head now coming off the window to face his friend.

He sighs. “When I broke up with you Sunghoon…It wasn’t because of Jungwon.” Jay clears his throat again. Finding it difficult to find the next words.

“Jay…”

“No- No, I need to say this.” He takes his hands through his hair. “That lie was totally unfair to you. To make you feel like I left you for someone else.” His own voice is growing a little weaker now. Eyes stinging. “God, I didn’t think I’d be crying over this again.”

“You? Crying over us? Jay- I- Whatever it is, just tell me.”

“I broke up with you-” He starts, silent tears falling from his eyes anyway. “Because I knew you didn’t love me.”

“Th-that’s not true-”

“NOT in that way. I know you love me, I KNEW you loved me then, but not like a lover. When I was with you Sunghoon, all I saw was how much you wanted him. The longing. All of it.” Jay nods, now fiddling with his hands in his lap. “I know how long you’ve been waiting…Years. Years to get to love him, right?” Jay finally looks over to his friend.

It’s then that the two realize the tears in each others eyes and can’t help but laugh at each other.

Just a way to cope.

“Ugh, this is so weird.” Jay groans now roughly wiping the tears from his face. Sunghoon does the same as he hums in agreement.

“We never really talked about it before, wow.” Sunghoon is now looking out to see Jungwon giving Sunoo a comforting hug. The younger still appeared to be crying…

“Yeah…But you get what I’m saying right?” Jay looks to the other again. “I know how much you love him. Maybe more than anyone. But if you hold onto him too tight, he’s gonna slip right through your fingers…You see the way he walked away from you…? He didn’t even storm off on his ex like that…That scared me. It scared ME, Sunghoon…Don’t make yourself the one he has to harden his heart to. He’s been through shit. Don’t drag ‘em through more.”

Sunghoon nods slightly. Gaze still set out on the two figures ahead of them.

Silence filling the car between the two of them…

Until-

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry I did that to you.” More tears are falling from Sunghoon’s eyes.

He couldn’t help but think about all the time he had Jay going through that pain. A whole year. An entire year and even though it all had Sunghoon been that obvious? So much that he blindly went as far as to hurt his friend? He didn’t mean for Jay to be a bandaid or anything of the like. They sorted themselves out…Gave it a chance. Hell, Sunghoon was the one that initiated it…One drunk sleepover turned into a not so one night stand later and the two were happily claiming each other as lovers. But it wasn’t as happily as Sunghoon thought…

“Mm-mm” Jay shakes his head. “Don’t do that. I messed up to- I thought I could replace Sunoo. Dumped you and told you there was someone else…I could’ve been honest. Could’ve done better. We both made a mess.”

“Still-”

“No. I lied.” Jay is wiping his eyes again. “I lied to you Sunghoon. To protect myself. If I told you the truth then, you would’ve been seeing me alot like you’re seeing Sunoo right now.”

Sunghoon slams his head back against the seat with a groan. “How am I NOT supposed to apologize?”

“Because- You made up for it by being my friend, always being my friend. Being there for me, for Jungwon, for both of us? All while having to- Deal with watching Sunoo with…Y’know other guys and not you...”

“I still feel guilty…”

“I know…Back then I would’ve wanted you to.”

“I deserve it.”

“Sunghoon, dude-”

“Jungwon is coming back.”

It’s then that Jay looks up to see that Sunoo is getting into Sunghoon’s car, and Jungwon is coming around to Sunghoon’s door. Opening it up as he reaches the car.

“He’s ready to go home, Hoon. You two should go on and head in, sleep this off.” Jungwon suggests, but it’s then…He notices the state of the other two, giving Jay a questionable look.

“We had the talk- The talk you told me I needed to have? That ‘we’- Needed to have?” Jay admits and Sunghoon is suddenly wearing an alarmed expression aimed at a sighing Jungwon.

“Come talk to me for a minute, Sunghoon…”

As Jungwon steps aside, Sunghoon piles out of the car, shutting the door behind him. Now looking down to the younger male.

“I- Kind of forgave you a long time ago for Jay. He told me why he really broke up with you before we started really dating…And y'know, I hated you for a little bit.”

Sunghoon’s eyes grow wide…Before his gaze falls to the ground. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know if there’s anything for him to say.

“But you and Sunoo have always been something Jay has wanted. He wanted to see you happy still- And we all had to watch you break a little more every time Sunoo went to someone else…But you have him now- Don’t mess it up, okay?” Jungwon is now moving, tilting his head in a way where he’s forcing himself to be under the others' gaze. “Mm? Yeah?” He says offering the other a smile and Sunghoon finally raises his gaze.

“Yeah…Don’t hold on too tight, Jay mentioned that too…”

“We shouldn’t have to tell you this…But he really loves you. Alot. He’s loved you and been waiting for this for a long time too…But he’s– He’s hurting. Still- alot- So you can’t talk to him like that, okay?” Jungwon is shaking his head, tears stinging his eyes. “Don’t, talk to him like that.”

But seeing the tears in Jungwon’s eyes suddenly had Sunghoon confused. Everyone was having their fair share of tears tonight…But what had he and Sunoo talked about? Did Sunoo tell him something that he didn’t know yet?

Sunoo was still hurting?

At that moment, Sunghoon began to feel ashamed. To feel wrong for suddenly assuming that since Sunoo was with him now, all his pain was gone. That wasn’t how Sunoo was feeling at all. That’s how Sunghoon was feeling. Had he really been so selfish all this time?

“Take him home now, Hoon.” Jungwon says before climbing into the passenger seat. Exchanging soft goodbyes with the older before Sunghoon watches the two disappear from the parking lot. He looks ahead now to see Sunoo sitting in his car waiting for him.

Sunghoon was hesitant at first. Shoving his hands in his coat pocket as he takes his time moving across the parking lot. Carrying himself to his car. Sunoo is sitting in the passenger seat. Sniffling, Fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. Shivering. Sunghoon doesn't hesitate at all in blasting the heat after he gets the car started.

“Thank you…” The younger mutters.

“Of course.” Sunghoon’s words are soft. Tone a lot different than what it had been earlier.

Sunoo had noticed the change in his demeanor, now stealing a few glances of the other. It was then that he noticed that Sunghoon had been crying too. He couldn’t help but pout. Did Sunghoon cry because of him? Was he that angry with him? Did what happened hurt Sunghoon that much? Sunoo couldn’t help but begin to guilt trip himself over what could have possibly made Sunghoon cry. It wasn’t often if at all that he’d ever seen Sunghoon cry…Regardless…The drive home was silent.

#enha sunghoon #enha sunoo #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #SunSun #SunSun angst #SunSun fluff #JayWon #JayWon enha #MxM #BxB #GayGayGAy #future smut #Enhypen fanfiction #Enha fanfiction

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iamthenerdqueen · 18 days

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The Red String of Faith - Chapter XV

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

slight twigger warnings:Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you.

Chapter XI, Chapter XII, Chapter XIII, Chapter XIV, Dance Practice, Next

Lia hated the late lonely nights most of all, having a large condo was creepy when there was no one else there. She could only be on stream for so long and then it was too quiet at home. For a house that had ten different people living in it, most of the time they weren’t there. Most of the time she was there by herself. So, LIa had made it a habit to come by at the late-night practices as the comeback drew near.

Hongjoong slid down the wall to sit next to her and gently took her hand in his. On the other side of her, Yeosang was getting comfortable as well. In most practices, they danced until their legs felt like a liquid under them while other nights the brain cell simply leaves the room. Tonight the brain cell must have been with some other kpop group because Yunho was convinced that he was going to perfect a handstand into a split and get the choreographer to let him add it to the dance. San and Wooyoung were cheering him on while Mingi was trying to get it on video. The other four were spread out around the room trying to find the will to keep practicing.

“You and baby need to eat,” Hongjoong was firm with the fact that she should eat three meals a day if he couldn’t convince her to eat four.

“Have you all eaten since lunch? It’s nearly nine?” Hongjoong shook his head confirming what she already knew, no they hadn’t eaten yet.

“Okay then, i’ll eat if we all eat. But no fried chicken or pizza tonight, please,” with Yeosang’s love for chicken and the way that they turned to pizza when they didn’t have the energy to think of what to eat, she had eaten enough of that for a lifetime.

“Should someone go grab Lyra? I think she’s still in Yerim’s office helping her,” Mingi spoke from the other side of the room. Lyra had been there all day and hadn’t come to even peak her head in the entire time they had been practicing that evening.

Yerim was still a thorn in LIa’s side, doing her darndest to take up any spare time Lyra had and making up any excuse to keep Lyra at the company longer than she really needed to be. Like tonight, she requested that Lyra help her with some paperwork and an interview schedule that was coming up. None of these things had anything to do with the job she was hired to do at KQ.

Lia and the boys were getting more off-put with the needy manager and her attachment to their soulmate.

“Okay, listen we haven’t heard from her since the kids left from their session at 4:30, when she let us know that Yerim had asked for help. We’re not having another dinner, even if it’s here in the practice room without her,” the boys could only watch as Lia ranted before making her way out the door and down the hall. They were also less than pleased with the situation, but it was more complicated for them.

The march down the hall wasn’t a long one, but it felt like the halls would never end. If she didn’t know any better, Lia would swear the baby was moving more as if telling her not to go toward the office.

Standing outside the door was nothing short of nerve-wracking, and knocking was worse.

Yerim’s expression when she opened the door was like someone had vomited down her shirt. She looked at Lia like she was the worst thing to ever step in front of her.

“What?,” Yerim always made sure to speak to Lia in Korean as fast as she could get it out of her mouth. It was one of the many things Yerim could do to make any interaction they had awful, especially since the incident a week prior with Jongho. She had only gotten more nasty in her treatment of Lia and more desperate to keep Lyra as close to her as possible.

“Hi, Yerim. I’m just coming to get Lyra for dinner, we thought it would be nice if the entire soul group could eat together tonight,” Lia was just as nasty to the manager at this point. She tried her best to be polite but she wouldn’t take any more of her shit.

“She’s not going anywhere, my Lyra is going to have dinner with me tonight like she should,” Yerim had this crazy look in her eye, like a mad woman.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are? Lyra! Lyra? Come on, the boys are waiting, we're going to have dinner then go home, we all need to have a talk,” there was some movement from in the room, and a noise that could only be described as rage left Yerim.

She stepped forward pushing Lia back a few steps as she slammed the door to her office shut, blocking Lia’s way to Lyra and vice versa separating the two of them from one another.

It was fast and then there was something sharp in Lia’s abdomen, it didn’t take her looking down to know that it was a knife. Black dots started to form with every blink of her eye, pain coming from all over but her only thought was of her baby. This bitch was trying to hurt her baby.

The black started to take over her vision before she could even get out a cry for help.

“Lia?” A voice was calling out to her, soothing and like home.

“Lia, are you going to get up now? You can’t sleep on the couch like this, not when you just got out of the hospital,” She opened her eyes to see Lyra and Yunho next to her in their home like nothing had ever been wrong. Like she hadn’t just been stabbed by a psycho at their place of work.

She sat straight up on the couch, her hand flying to her stomach to check for a puncture wound and to feel for the baby.

“The baby, oh my god the baby,” the panic in her voice made Yunho and Lyra go into overdrive.

“Lia, what baby? Are you okay, pretty?” Yunho kneeled right next to her and put a hand on her forehead to check for a spike in temperature.

“I was pregnant and got attacked and-,” Lia stopped talking for a second trying to take in everything as she got her wits about herself.

“Lia, you passed out a few nights ago and we went to the hospital, remember? It was a combination of lingering soul sickness because you didn’t finish your meds and in conjunction with the migrain you had put you on your ass,” with Lyra’s words it all came flooding back and her heart sank a little as reality came to hang over her head.

It had all been a dream, the pregnancy and the baby and the attack from Yerim. None of it had happened and a part of her was crushed that the little life she had been growing wasn’t real. A larger part of her, however, was relieved that there was no child because she knew it wasn’t the right time for a baby and all of the complications that come along with a kid.

“I had the craziest dream, I was pregnant and Yerim stabbed me,” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Half of her thought that maybe she would trigger the time loop and it would put her back in the alternative universe where she was pregnant.

Instead, all she could hear were the laughs that came from Yunho and Lyra.

“The doctor did say you would have some wild dreams, but let's hope no one gets stabbed and no babies until later, " Yunho paused for a second, “Much later.”

She couldn’t help but fall back with her laughs, everything had seemed so real and it was such a long dream. But those good drugs always gave her weird dreams including the one time when she broke her ankle and had a dream about brooms trying to sweep her away but she couldn't run because of her ankle.

The next couple of days were odd, some days she had to remind herself that none of that had happened. She still had the worst feeling in her gut any time someone mentioned Yerim, but it was something she would get over with time. Everyone took this as a bit of a wake-up call, a sign that life changes when more soulmates come into the picture.

“You look tired,” Lia jumped a little, she hadn’t expected the sound of Jongho’s voice.

“How can you tell, my back is to you?” She had been doing some light editing on and off for the day. She wasn’t able to do much but a little bit of screen time wouldn’t hurt her.

“Because I can,” He wasn’t wrong but if she laid in bed doing nothing, she knew that sleep would never come. She needed to be exhausted to get to sleep, she could never relax enough to drift off if she wasn’t dead tired.

“Well, I’m not tired enough. I’ll be done soon and try to lay down,” She was lying, she would work into the early hours of the morning but this would make him feel better so in her mind it was fine. Turning to look at him, Lia gave him a small smile, something to reassure him only to find him not buying her words.

“No, we will go lay down together. I’m tired too and want to cuddle.” There was no argument there especially when he was already walking over to her with full intention to haul her away from the office. It was a good sleep, no witch dreams. It felt like a fresh start, a way to reconnect with this life.

A/N: sorry this is a short one, but I wanted y'all to have more than one update lol. I will be back eventually. until then, be good.

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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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hi! can i request a yungyu x male reader fic? i couldn’t decide on a prompt but an aquarium date would be sooo cute. ty!

★Under Da Sea - Yungyu★

★Special thanks too: Anon, Yungyu, 8Turn

★Note: sorry this took so long unfortunately I got sick I'm doing a little better my brain is actually in power now so...enjoy also remember to leave a request for my 25 days till Christmas prompts if you'd like a Christmas themed fic

★TW: kissing : bxb : fish : sharks : jellyfish : deep things of water : food : homophobia :

★Words: 728

★Taglist: @bunnie-stay-p1ece @mxlly143

Earlier that week you and your boyfriend of 4 months, Yungyu decided to go to the aquarium. Yungyu cleared his schedule for you, so he had time to take you out for food after the aquarium.

Upon arriving there you met Yungyu by the shark plushies in the gift shop. "Yn!" Yungyu called out for you, your smile grew upon seeing your boyfriend waving and slightly jumping, "hey" you giggled wrapping your arms around his waist, Yungyu blushed and mumbled a small "hi" in your neck. The two of you held hands making your way to the pay for entry section.

Pulling out your wallet from your pocket/bag Yungyu turned and stopped you, taking your wallet from you before pulling out his own and paying for both of you, once you two entered you started giggling causing Yungyu to turn to you confused "your so cute" your mumbled pinching his cheeks, Yungyu blushed a deep shade of pink swatting your hands away.

"Stop" Yungyu whined slightly leaning into your side causing you to laugh a bit louder ignoring the looks of old people judging you and Yungyu's relationship. The two of you pointed at jellyfish passing by, giggling and giving each one a name, "and this one is...hm....Minho" Yungyu said putting his finger on the glass "Why Minho?" You giggled turning to him.

"Not sure he just reminds me of Minho" Yungyu laughed turning to you "your adorable" you said pulling Yungyu into a hug, Yungyu mumbled something into your neck that you couldn't understand, he suddenly pulled back and, grabbed your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss, the old people around you two let scoffs of disgust out and mumbled to each other, Yungyu pulled back ashamed "what's wrong?" You asked grabbing his hand.

Without speaking Yungyu looked around at the people who were judging "oh who cares it's not their relationship, they just think their entitled to everything." You said wrapping your arm around Yungyu's shoulders pulling him towards the next window of fish, Successfully gaining his attention off the negativity.

Yungyu and you were now standing in front of the sword fish laughing giving the fish random voices, "Gyu Gyu!" You laughed "I'm gonna pee myself" you said crouching on the ground, your words caused Yungyu to laugh harder "where's the restroom" he laughed trying to see through the tears in his eyes.

You and Yungyu sat on a bench calming down from your laughing fit "stop thinking about it" Yungyu laughed seeing you start to laugh harder, "I can't help it, I didn't know you could make that noise" you laughed, "me either" Yungyu laughed, the two of you calmed down seeing everyone make there way the front, confused you checked the time.

"Ah there closed" you said showing Yungyu your phone, his eyes falling on your lock screen giggling "when did you take that" he asked looking at the picture of him standing in front of the jelly fish, with one hand on the glass, his body facing you and, his head turned to the side.

You giggled, "when you were naming one you were deep in thought it was cute" you said admiring the photo, Yungyu blushed. Dropping the subject the two of you made your way to a random fast food joint nearby.

The both of your phones put on airplane mode as too not be bothered during your date, "oh right" you said pulling out something from your pocket/bag a small shark keychain "for you" you said, placing it in his hand. He looked up at you confused "a little thank you gift" you said, situating yourself back into your seat. "A thank you? For what?" Yungyu said latching the keychain to his bag.

"For agreeing to date me I guess" you giggled, Yungyu let out a small 'awe' before leaning over the table and kissing you, he sat back in his seat putting his hand on the table, a small squish sound could be heard, causing Yungyu to look down, seeing his middle finger dipped into the ketchup, "oh my gosh" you laughed, helping Yungyu clean his finger. The two of you sat at the joint for an hour or two before packing up and heading home, chosing to have a sleep over at your house.

#x reader #yungyu #yungyu 8turn #yungyu imagines #8turn yungyu #yungyu x reader #yungyu one shot #8turn x reader #8turn scenarios #8turn x y/n #8turn x you #8turn #8turn imagines #8turn Yungyu x reader

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minheelovelee · 8 months

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i need a threesome with donghyun and kyungmin more than i need air im ILL!!!!

noo mee too tbhh

warning: bxb action. nsfw. fmm 3some. Eiffel tower. m!oral.

03z have a kooky dynamic. theyre both inexperienced when it comes to girls. i think that they might even practice on each other. they hold hands and maybe even smooch. then kyungmin gets a bright idea to ask you to help them. they don’t know any other girls and you seem like you’d play the part. donghyun’s like omg ur a genius i’m never kissing you again.

they invite you over for a movie night like usual. they’re so touchy. km lays his head in your lap and lets you pet him. kitty coded. dh’s got his head on your shoulder and holds your hand.

the skinship is welcome, but confusing. “you two are so touchy tonight, aren’t you?” km would blush for sure. he thinks you caught onto them. dh just smiles at you. “yeah. we missed you.”

he lets the moment linger in the air before adding on. “you know, do you have a lot of experience? like, with having a boyfriend or anything?” kyungmin looks for your reaction. if you’re mad, he’s blaming it all on donghyun.

“i think i have a fair amount. there’s more experienced people for sure. why are you wondering?” km relaxes. you weren’t mad. yet.

“well kyungmin and i have been thinking about that a lot. we don’t have any experience. so we’ve been practicing with each other.” that catches your attention.

“what the fuck? why? do you make out?” km could d*e of embarrassment.

“yeah. sometimes. just to see what it’s like.” donghyun doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. he earns a swat on the arm from kyungmin.

“well can i watch?” they look at you with wide eyes. they didn’t even have to ask? “seriously?” kyungmin cant believe what he’s hearing.

“so i can tell you what you’re doing wrong. obviously.” donghyun had heard enough. he’s not throwing away this opportunity.

he moves forward to hover over kyungmin, taking his chin into his grip. he’s going to give you exactly what you want. so he kisses him.

donghyun’s got one hand on the other’s hip, and another in his hair. he’s found that it’s quite fun to play with his friend’s locks. hard tugs earn him access to his mouth as well. so he gives the hair a little pull.

kyungmin gasps into the others’ mouth. a tongue slips past his lips to touch his teeth. he meets in the middle with his own tongue, letting donghyun do whatever he wants.

the other set of lips pull away. kyungmin lets his neck rest by rolling his head back. donghyun takes that opportunity to plant his lips on the newly exposed skin. km gasps and lolls his head to face you. dh had never ventured there before.

your lap holds a beautiful sight. donghyun’s sharpened jawline and kyungmin’s ditzy look. you can’t help but run your thumb over km’s puffy lips. they were already plump, but kissing accentuates them.

he lets out a new sound at the contact. one he’s never made before. hip lips part a bit more, inviting your thumb to push further. a little more pressure has him taking it into his mouth. he lets his tongue travel around it, sucking slightly.

donghyun’s ears perk up with the sound. he pulls away to see what’s happening. kyungmin sucking your thumb was not what he expected. “oh.”

silence fills the air. it invites you to speak. “you did a good job donghyunnie. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’d kissed dozens of people.”

he gives a shy smile and takes in the scene. he’s almost fully hard in his shorts. kyungmin looks like a wreck. just from a little kissing.

“you want me to help you take it a little further?” km looks at you with shiny eyes. “would you?”

“of course! i’ll always help you with whatever you need, minnie.” you say as if it were so obvious. “do you want to see what it’s like to get head from a girl? or has donghyun already shown you that?” you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t thought about this before.

“no! i don’t want him. i want you to.” donghyun grips his chest in mock-agony. “wow, thanks.” you guide him off your lap, adding to his pain.

kyungmin sits against the couch’s armrest. you settle yourself between his little thighs. he lifts his hips to slide his shorts to his knees easily.

his cock springs into the air once freed. he’s fully hard now. you touch his thigh to get his attention. “can i touch you, minnie?” he nods quickly. “yeah. yeah, please.”

he’s already leaking by the time you get to him. trailing your fingers up his thighs and flashing him a cute set of eyes didn’t do anything to calm him down.

you wrap a hand around him, easing him in to the experience. his teeth catch his bottom lip. you let him jerk up into your hand, but lay the other hand on his hip, pressing down as a warning.

it’s then when you remember the other boy in the room. “bored back there, keumie?”

“no, i’m watchin’ you.” you start moving your hand up and down, alternating pressure with each stroke. this draws a sound from kyungmin’s lips.

“well, wouldn’t you rather fuck me?”

he doesn’t say anything at first, too shocked to speak. instead, he presses himself behind you. “fuck, yeah.” you finally give kyungmin what he’s been looking for and wrap your lips around him.

you don’t expect dh to yank your shorts down, but he does. he doesn’t waste time exposing you. the last thing on his mind is a condom. he lines up with your entrance and slides himself in right away.

you let out a surprised sound around kyungmin. it travels through him and falls off his lips as a moan.

the position creates a perfect path for his cock. it slides in and rubs its’ tip against your swollen g-spot. beginner’s luck.

kyungmin whines when his cock falls out of your mouth. he’s been fisting the couch for the duration of his experience. now that his balls are full, he’s desperate for your touch. he drags your hand to his cock once again. your nails make contact with his head, making him jerk away.

you take the hint, mouthing the tip of his cock once again. you strive to please him, even though you want nothing more than to relish in your pleasure. donghyun’s cock hits the right spots inside you. his hips snap with purpose, to bring him to his orgasm.

it’s doesn’t take him long. kyungmin’s orgasm catches him off guard, finishing with white spurts that cover your cheek. his girly whines are enough to satisfy donghyun. he cums soon after, letting himself finish on your back.

you give breathless kyungmin a rough squeeze on his thigh. his carelessness left you with an unexpected facial. the squeal he lets out is his payment.

“clean her up.” donghyun commands. he doesn’t want a mess on his couch. kyungmin starts to move. “i’ll get a towel for you.”

“no.” your confused reactions urge him to elaborate. “use your mouth, minnie. i don’t want a mess.” he says this all while wiping you down with his shirt. he doesn’t need one, anyway.

a furious blush takes over his face. he doesn’t say anything. he just leans down and kisses your cheek, following with a drag of his tongue. he stills, to swallow, then repeats the actions.

“attaboy. i cant have a stain on my couch now, can i?” it’s a rhetorical question, but kyungmin whispers an answer anyway.

“no. i’m sorry.”

anyway. yes i love my 03z. i think they would be such a fun pair to have a threesome w. donghyun loves making fun of his little kyungminnie.

#mhll epex #epex smut #mhll mu #mhll keum

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sylvxters · 5 months

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Why do I bite? |OPEN RP!, TICCI TOBY,BXB|

Toby was sitting out in the porch on one of the steps, he yawned.. pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and placing it to his lips, lighting it up. He inhaled the smoke, blowing out as he panted.. he looked around, nothing but cold wind, the sound of his friends inside the mansion, holding the cigarette between his pointer and middle finger. He coughed slightly. He grabbed his phone and listened to some music, specifically.. get scared. Toby yawned.. leaning his head back against the pillar and continued to smoke, finishing the cigarette slowly.. inhale, exhale..removing his goggles away from his eyes, letting them rest aside of him as he admired the woods, the fencing that wrapped around the mansion. The smell of cigarettes would coat and linger on his clothing and in the air.

The door opened.. Toby looked up, it was Y/C. He looked away, swallowing his words, as he took another deep inhale of the cigarette. “What can I do for you Y/C.” He said as he cleared his throat. “you come to bother the 19 year old?” He said with a grin to his words and mainly people came to him to bother him, or just to brag. “Speak what’s on your mind Y/C.” He said as he finished his cigarette, he crushed the cigarette with the heel of his shoe. He sniffled slightly..

#roleplay #bxb roleplay #video games #afraid of monsters #bxb #bxb smut #creepypasta #cry of fear #dms open #open rp #creepy cute #ticci toby #ticcijack #ticcijeff #bxblove #bxb rp #open starter #my dms are always open

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brainyxbat · 24 days

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I didn't do any booping on April 1st. 😂 I was too lazy, and busy celebrating my best boy.

#bxb speaks #one piece #usopp #one piece usopp #april 1st #april fools 2024

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thegoblinboy · 11 months

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Bark At The Moon -

Chapter 2: Ozzys Gone Crazy

Words: 10,012

Summary: Eddie Munson is shocked when he finds himself stuck towing Steve Harrington's vehicle back to his Uncle's shop, even more shockingly he discovers some things about the other that even he is surprised by. Who knew a Jock could do that? (Chrissy was different of course) Along with his discoveries of one Steve Harrington he learns more about Chrissy on the search for said man back when he first went missing and he discovers that Billy Hargrove is a sweaty douche who is definitely hiding something.

Ao3 Link

Queen Of Hawkin High ; November 2022

Eddie shivers a little as he moves and carefully lifts his foot over a large tree root that poked itself out from the ground. Somehow still tripping over it as he walks, shuffling forward to catch his balance. His nose was a bit red from where the cold air nipped. The temperature was only going to drop more the closer December came, the first snow flakes had just fallen the other day not yet sticking to the ground yet. This was a bit alarming to everyone. If Eddie Munson the man currently wearing three layers of clothes on, his shirt,his button down flannel and leather coat was still cold then how was Steve Harrington feeling. If he was even out here, Eddie pitied him. A feeling that didn't come lightly, especially for a jock. Who he barely knew anything about. What he did know he didn't like, including the fact that no one knew where he was. The main reason why a search party had been created to begin with.

Now, Eddie wouldn't have volunteered at all without a bit of pressure from Chrissy. A newfound friend that had just broken up with Jason Carver a couple of days ago. Jason Carver as in the supposedly next Steve Harrington. Of course there was Billy Hargrove, who would be snatching the throne now that Steve was missing. A dumbass who couldn't get his head out of his ass even if it killed him. Besides Chrissy, Wayne had also been determined about going into the woods as well. This entailed not very subtle hints sent to Eddie about joining him. Eddie only realized that he had no option in this when Wayne brought him gloves to wear. They were now fingerless, ruining the entire purpose of what they were intended for but still covering Eddie's palms. As much as it made him sound like a dick, he was not out here for Steve Harrington. He was out here for his Uncle, Wayne Munson. A man that worried more then anyone he's ever met. With this entire situation it only made the man's hair (what was little left) to grey faster.

Now Eddie had logical reasons for why he didn't want to be out here with everybody else. For one he was, if not the only person in this group who was not born and raised in these woods growing up. He was from Texas and didn't move up here until he was ten, by then he already found that he had not interest in nature but rather staying cooped up in his room doing something. The thought of exercise at such a young age made him nearly loose hair faster then his Uncle. Now as he walked, spaced out from everybody else his brain was telling him that they weren't going to find Steve Harrington out here. It would be strange for a Grade A jock who was constantly on a jogging trail to suddenly just forget how to get home. Better yet, to get hurt on the trail so bad that he couldn't make it home. The only people that ever got lost in these woods were travelers coming through or newcomers who just moved into town. There were no cases of a home grown Hawkins residence getting lost in these woods. This search party was hanging on the loose strands of people's hope, that had been getting in the way of Logic ever since Steve Harrington's disappearance was announced to the public. And Eddie didn't want to be a part of any of it. Much rather stay at home and watch this mystery unfold in front of him not around him. That was one of the reasons why he liked conspiracy theories. He was so detached from them that they didn't even feel real. Just goofy stories you would hear around a campfire from an older gentleman that had a few screws loose but was on to something.

He (like most) had started to slow down and stopped looking so hard. The energy of wanting to help had barely been there when him and his Uncle had first gotten there, now it was as real as a flying pig. Not sure how long they were going to keep grasping at straws Eddie's eyes move over and land themselves on his Uncle. Who was always fifteen feet away from him checking a strip of land out. Because of this Eddie hadn't been as worried about getting lost. Knowing if he took a wrong step, (like the dumbass he was) his uncles guiding hand would lead him back to the right path. Like it had numerous times in the past. Literally and metaphorically.

He's so far lost in his head, he doesn't expect for anyone to come over to him. Resulting in him jumping out of his skin startled when he hears a branch snapping a little to close to him. His head snaps to the right, shoulders tensing up a bit before relaxing when only seeing Chrissy moving over to him. Thankfully she had been assigned in the same group as him, or else he would have died from boredom. He had expected her to start walking with him earlier but she had fallen in group with a few other girls. Leaving him alone with his Uncle. The feeling hadn't been nice when he watched her purposely avoid his eyes. But now, it seemed like she finally gained some courage. She smiles sweetly at him as she begins to match his pace, walking a few inches away from his side.

Though unlucky for both of them Jason Carver was currently twenty feet behind them, with his own group of guys glaring a hole into Eddie. Something Eddie had quickly caught onto when Chrissy obviously started to walk next to him. As if her ex boyfriend wasn't currently planning his demise. That, was definitely going to be a problem for later. For now Eddie was happy to just ignore them as he walks, pretending to not care about what they thought of him. He did have a image to uphold, though he didn't seem to be taking it too serious as he walked next to Chrissy like it was the most casual thing in the world.

His friendship with the cheerleader was relatively new. They only crossed paths when she had ripped a part of the cheer outfit in the middle of a game and he was the only one with a sewing kit available. Well not him, but the drama room. With the cheer coach leading her to his kingdom (aka. The room that held hellfire club) he had no choice but to be kind to her. Even though she belonged to a society he wanted nothing of. He remembered being determined on giving her the cold shoulder when the coach left to return to the basketball game. But that had quickly left when she giggled shyly at him. Holding her top up to the best of her ability, the rip growing more the longer she held it up. He was impressed she didn't accidentally flash the whole crowd. After lending her his leather coat (that definitely didn't feel good on skin alone) he had gotten to work on the top while Chrissy worked her way to his heart. And just like that they hit it off. They were slowly starting to become connected at the hip, now that Chrissy was starting to not care about what others thought. All of it was a bit overwhelming to Eddie but he didn't mind it one bit.

"Thanks by the way," Chrissy says shyly. Moving herself carefully, reaching her hand out a few times to balance herself up onto a tree as she steps over a tree root. She was shy and everything that Eddie hadn't expected from a cheerleader. She was only a year younger then him, but the way she acted it seemed like she was wiser then her years.

A look of confusion flashes over Eddie's face at hearing the others gratitude, "For what?" He asks softly. Leaning away from the other, feeling the heat of eyes on the back of his neck growing worst. Jason wasn't the only one interested in the relationship blossoming between the two of them. Wayne was to. Though most of the eyes on him were coming from the group of jocks and he really didn't need to get the shit beat out of him by someone a year younger then him. Now that would just be pathetic. Even for his standards. As hard as he tried to keep his thoughts relatively positive, he had to stay realistic. If he wasn't careful with this girl in front of him, he was going to be the nonconsensual jester of Hawkins High.

"For knocking some sense into me." Chrissy answers simply. Her eyes lighting up as she already looks way happier then what she had been a few weeks ago. When she had been with Jason.

The guy wasn't the worst to be in a relationship with, but there was just something off about him. Something that Eddie has only seen glimpses of, but he's sure Chrissy has seen more. But even that seemed unlikely as the guy had barely paid attention to her these past few months. To busy with the basketball team, practice and everything jock related.The whole reason why Chrissy broke up with him. The guy didn't even notice that she had been talking to Eddie until after the breakup. Proving her point about how he didn't pay much attention to her. Which was a very important part of a relationship if you asked Eddie. And shockingly Chrissy had, and just a few nights ago he let his thoughts lose about her boyfriend. Hoping that they didn't sting her that much. Of course they had, but they seemed more like the bees of reality.

Once again neither of them had been hiding their friendship at all, yet somehow Jason Carver was even more convinced that Chrissy had been cheating on him with Eddie. The guy was obtuse. Barely noticing that he was neglecting his relationship with such a wonderful human being, and seemingly being the only person at school who didn't pay attention to the gay rumors that have surrounded Eddie for years now. Sure, they were false. Well not fully. Like many things in life he even half assed being gay. Something that even shocked him.

"But I didn't even do anything Chris?" Eddie laughs softly. Turning his head to look at her shyly. Smiling gently as she gives him a bewildered look. Nearly stumbling over her feet in the process, blushing at the way Eddie's hand moves out and quickly helps her catch her balance. Smiling even more shy as he makes sure she's good before letting go. Ignoring the way her face goes a light pink.

A second passes before they both start to move again, Eddie's heart racing and face going a little red when he catches his Uncles eyes from the corner of his vision on them once again. He needed to ground himself, he was here to help search for Steve. Not trip over his feet for a cute girl who just got out of a relationship. That would be the most stupidest thing he has ever done, having a crush on somebody in a relationship is bad but liking someone who just got out of a relationship seeking for comfort? That might be worst. He felt like he was taking advantage of her, and he refused to do that. He didn't want to become some manipulative asshole.

"Well, I don't know. The fact that you knew more about my interests then my own boyfriend- well ex boyfriend. Was saying a whole lot about his character and very eye opening to me." Chrissy hums. Moving and walking again. Being more careful then what she had been. "And the fact that you went on a hour long rant over face time about how I deserved much better then him." She laughs gently. Eddies face only grows a bit more pink as he moves a hand shyly to move his curls in front of his face. In hopes to hide his facial expression. Though, there wasn't much hiding as he trips and falls on his hands and knees. Faintly hearing the laughter of his fellow teenagers behind him. He's flustered but what convinces him more that Chrissy is willing to be his friend, is the way she angrily turns on her heel and flips Jason and his small gang off. Silencing then, as Chrissy Cunningham never did such things.

Moving back, she bends down a little bit and helps Eddie up. Beaming as she giggles. "Happy to know I'm not the only clumsy one walking these woods." She jokes.

"Chrissy, you've literally been on top of a pyramid." Eddie snorts, not believing that she was clumsy at all.

"Yeah.. but that took a lot of practice. I don't know about you but I don't have much practice walking in these woods." She giggles, moving her smaller hands off from his forearms. Smiling as she starts to lead them forward once again.

"So...." Chrissy drags the word out gently, moving her feet and kicking stones around as they keep furthering their way into the woods.

"So?" Eddie snorts, looking at her with wonder. Biting his lip with a soft smile. Carefully fleeting his eyes from her back to the front of him. His eyes meeting Wayne's who was giving him a knowing look and a smirk. Causing him to mouth a silent 'fuck off' . He felt like some cringe eight year old dealing with his crush for the first time. This was all new to him, he's never had feelings for anyone before. Never had any desire about finding someone to have a relationship with, he was just Eddie and now he regrets not getting some experience. Maybe then if he had he wouldn't be literally tripping over his feet as much.

"Have you ever dated anyone before?" Chrissy asks curiously. Soft eyes looking at him, no looking through him as if she knows something he doesn't. A soft smile on her face, making her seem even more welcoming then before. Not judging as Eddie starts to cough a bit awkwardly, face a bright red as he shakes his head no in her direction. "Not even a guy?" She asks curiously. And oh god. Chrissy Cunningham believed all of the rumors that surrounded him. Of course, her morbid curiosity was putting him in a rough spot. He was uncomfortable and he's never had to have this discussion with anyone before. Not even Wayne knew about his secret fantasies about Pedro Pascal, and if he did he was hiding it very well.

"Chrissy, you can't just ask things like that." Eddie hisses. For the first time since being around her, his shoulders are tense. His eyes fleeting over to his Uncle, who most likely thinks he's having one of the most straightest experiences of his life. Then his head turns carefully behind him, watching the way Jason jumps around a bit. Not taking any of this as seriously as he should. Here Eddie walked, on his journey to find Steve Harrington and on that journey he was somehow coming out as Bisexual. How ironic. Considering the fact he had a tiny, little crush on him when they had been younger. Long forgotten now.

"Oh, are you not?" Chrissy's eyes furrow with concern. "I assumed that you were after you wrote a whole poem about Dean Winchesters chest." She whispers now. Catching onto trying to be low as possible.

Eddie rubs a hand over his face. Oh god he was going to die. He was willing to trip and crack his head open if it meant that he got out of this entire fucked up situation. Though there was something lurking inside of him that wanted to talk about this with someone. Of course, the whole conversation about Jenson Ackles "tits" had been had when he was completely high off his ass. Not thinking about what he was typing to Chrissy. Of course, a few other friends have received similar messages but it was something unsaid. Never to be brought up in front of anyone ever again. A stoned Eddie was a horny Eddie. Anxiety rose in his chest as he tosses a glance in his Uncles's way once again. Then sighing he gives in. Leans a little closer as he takes a shaky breathe.

"I do like guys, but I also like girls. And I would much rather leave my Uncle in the dark about that because there is no chance in a million years that I'm ever going to end up with a guy in the middle of bum fuck nowhere." Eddies voice cracks a little as he rambles close to the other. Wanting, no needing this conversation to be private as possible. "So-" he drags out the word that started this conversation awkwardly.

Chrissy smiles as she moves her hand down and carefully squeezes his hand into hers. Making his heart race as he quickly decides to add. "That and you can't just ask someone that out of nowhere? That's like... outing or something." His voice cracks more as he doesn't look up from the ground. Ears pink as well as he keeps walking forward. Not even sure where they were going, definitely not towards Steve Harrington. That was for sure.

"I'm so sorry. I thought we had this conversation over text message already. If I had known I wouldn't have just blurted it out like that. I know what it's like you know?" She says softly. Causing Eddie's head to poke up with interest. He's tempted to be bitter, tempted to say a snarky "how does the queen know? Do tell" instead he doesn't say that and just stays silent as he decides to listen. He wasn't good at good at reading signs, but this felt like a very keep your mouth shut situation.

"I think I might like both as well." Chrissy's soft voice cracks a little. Looking ahead, not meeting Eddie's eyes. "Though I think I have a preference for girls." She says gently. Eddies heart is conflicted. Here, there stood someone who was like him and that made him so happy. But there was another part, sad at the realization that the chances of being with her were remotely slim. He doesn't say anything, lets the information sink in. He squeezes her hand gently as he smiles painfully. Off to his left he sees his uncle smiling over at them. Probably assuming that they just confessed their love for each other, instead of coming out.

The situation was strong, emotional and overwhelming. But Eddie knew that Chrissy Cunningham was going to be his best friend in the entire world. No matter what he felt towards her.

~~~~~

Grease and Weed; Late July 2023

Eddie wipes the grease off his forehead as he looks up at the time. Sighing as it grows closer to lunch time each minute. Moving away from the engine that hes been bent over for the last hour he decides to get off a few minutes early. His hands hurt, his eyes were exhausted and he could feel a headache forming in the back of his head slowly spreading its way to the front and behind his eyes. His throat was dry, and he could feel his stomach growling loudly. With one hand he makes an attempt to rub the uncomfortable feeling from his gut and with the other he opens the fridge and pulls out his can of coke. Setting it on the small and barely empty counter, before reaching up and pulling his metal lunch pail off from the top of the freezer. Carrying both carefully to the small oval table that was placed under an old beat up swinging light. He always felt like he was in an interrogation room when he was underneath it.

As he pulls on the string to turn the bulb on, it swings back and forth flickering nonstop, for five seconds before settling down. He plops himself down in his favorite spot, moves his feet and kicks them up on the chair across from him. Knowing his boots were dirty, he didn't care if he got mud or dirt all over the other seat. He also knew that Wayne would most likely sit there later and get dirt prints on the ass of his jeans but at the moment he was to tired to care. After his body is situated he begins to get everything situated on the table, leaving his small baggy of weed in the lunch pail before he makes an attempt to eat his Bologna and mustard sandwich.

He only gets a bite into said sandwich when Wayne opens the door to his office, that was across the store hidden out of sight. You wouldn't even know it was there unless you came by often. The older man was probably working on some paperwork as today was a relatively slow day for their standards. Only two cars were currently in the beat up building which was the least they've had all week, with the most of six at a time. Some of them having to sit outside in the parking lot to wait their turns, while their owners went home to do god knows what. Eddie raises his head from where he was now hunched over his sandwich, making a weak attempt of inhaling his food. Eyes squinting a bit as he looks at his uncle suspiciously, knowing that something was up. He didn't take lunch until two and it was now only noon. "Lunch time is over shit face. Car broke down somewhere near that old drive in theater I used to take you before it shut down." Wayne bosses. Moving to the wall next to him grabbing the keys to their tow truck, not bothering to move from across the building as he throws them in Eddie's direction.

The keys land on the table, sliding almost into his lap right as he tosses his head back dramatically. Not wanting to leave from his comfortable spot. That really wasn't that comfortable, the wood of the chair was digging into his ass bone in not a good way. If there even was a good way. His head leans back a bit, dramatically off the chair causing the head of it to dig slightly into the back of his neck. A loud groan ripping its way through his throat, coming off a bit gargled from the weird angle. He nearly gets whiplash as he tosses his head forward dramatically. "But Wayne, I just started to eat." He complains. The crankiness of not eating breakfast getting to him. All logic out the window as he glares a hole into his Uncles head.

"Eddie- just shut up and take the sandwich with you." Wayne snorts. Not bothered by his nephews attitude anymore as he moves to go back into his office. Not willing to stick around to listen to any other argument Eddie was trying to wrangle up. Huffing the boy sits there, taking a huge bite from his sand-which out of spite before standing up. Wiping the crumbs off his hands as he moves packing everything up. Carefully placing his sandwich on top of his two small bags of weed and pretzels (Both separated from each other of course, he will not be making that mistake again) and proceeds out the garage door to get to the rusty tow truck that was always parked out front. His van was currently parked off to the left side right behind Wayne's 1977 Ford F-350. That was well into wear, but still kicking.

He throws his lunch pale into the middle seat, not caring whether or not he just squished his sandwich. He carefully sets the can of coke in the beat up drink carrier before slamming his door shut. Hoping his Uncle heard how cranky he was.

Muttering some curse words under his breathe he turns the key to the engine and pulls out of the driveway a bit aggressively. Hearing the tires squeal against the road, nose scrunching up as he takes it easier then what he had been. This wasn't his van, he couldn't get away with doing nearly as much. If something happened to this truck, him and his uncle would be shit out of luck. What kind of auto shop doesn't have a toe truck?

Changing the shift he starts to drive in the direction of the old drive in. He wasn't sure where exactly this person was stranded at, all he knew was they were in the area. What would have been more helpful is if the person gave a little hint about where they were. Better yet, if his Uncle could have possibly gotten their number before hanging up. That would have been fucking great.

After ten minutes of driving around he ends up pulling his sand-which out, eating with one hand and driving with the other. If he was going to be working on his lunch break he mind as well as eat and drive. He wasn't sure if he could last much longer without something in his system. Already having half the sandwich gone in two seconds before setting it back down on the plastic bag it came in. Laying carefully on the trucks seat as he opens the can of coke carefully, both hands off the wheel just for a second leaving only his elbow to leave it balanced in a awkward manner as he drinks half of the beverage in one gulp. Making a face at how it bites his tongue a little bit, reminding himself that this was the same stuff that they used to get rust off from cars. The thought alone makes him wonder what the hell it was doing to his stomach. Scratch that, he doesn't want to know. Would much rather live in blissful piece if possible.

The further he drives the more he looks around and the more he doesn't see anyone stranded. He's close to giving up, driving back to Wayne and chewing his ear off for sending him on a wild goose chase when he sees a car pulled off to the side. An obnoxiously Red Mustang, that was very familiar. Oh god, he probably knew the person and this was definitely going to be another repeat of that one time he had to give his principle a lift.

The closer he gets to the car the more he tries to scavenge up some information on it from his brain. Eddie doesn't know what year it was, but he's already worried about having to tow it back to the shop. With anyone expensive car, there was most likely some rich douchebag that barely had to get his hands dirty. Which also meant they liked to keep their things clean and well organized, and if one mark even happened to find it's way on said vehicle while he was towing it then he was seriously fucked. Normally Wayne handled these jobs and it was pretty obvious the guy was trying to teach him a lesson of some sort. In his own weird way. (Wayne couldn't teach for shit)

He moves and pulls a few feet ahead of the other vehicle. Moving and finishing the last bite of food quickly as possible before he's hopping out of the truck. He needed what ever strength he could muster to handle this asshole. As he moves he feels all of his chains on him clinging together scrunching his nose up he hopes it wasn't some older lady who wanted to rant about how he should keep a closer eye on his image. At that thought he purposely wipes his hands off onto his pants. Seeing crumbs poking out on his black skinnies. Pretending to care about how he looks, just for a second he looks in the mirror and adjusts the Bandana on his head, moving a thumb and wiping Mayo from the side of his mouth as well. God he looked like trailer trash.

Shutting the door behind him, he begins to walk over to the car to see who he was going to be dealing with. Blushing, and heart racing when he realizes it's one Steve Harrington staring back at him with wide brown eyes. Sitting behind the steering wheel for a few seconds longer then necessary before he's hopping out of his car. Seemingly just as nervous about this interaction as Eddie.

A look crosses the others face as he squints at Eddie, like he was trying to place where he knew him from. Or acting like he was trying to, just to be nice. There was no reason for King Steve to remember a peasant such as Eddie Munson. Though the memory of being scolded in front of half the town was still scorching Eddie a bit, just being reminded causes him to wince a little secretly hoping the other showed true to his image. Not remembering anyone who didn't matter to him or benefited him in someway.

Right now that was very important. But if things keep going the way they are the other might start recognizing Eddie. It's barely been a month and Eddie's seen Steve up close two more times then most of the people in Hawkins. Now whether or not the interactions with the other were a positive or a negative thing, was still unknown.

"What seems to be the issue, Harrington?" Eddie asks loudly. Hearing his voice going through the woods. It was oddly very silent. The woods near Eddie were constantly alive with something chirping or moving around, it was more scary when something wasn't making noise.

He glances his eyes at Steve, then to the vehicle before out towards the woods with a hesitation. His gut was telling him something wasn't right, and he wasn't sure if he should follow that feeling or not. Though he wasn't sure if the feeling was targeted towards the woods themselves or Steve Harrington. Another mystery that was going to have to be solved, and quick.

"Well," Steve laughs nervously. "I was on my way back home, and I sort of ran out of gas like a moron. I could have sworn I just filled the tank up just yesterday." He rambles out nervously, putting on a painful Barbie smile that only causes Eddie to flinch for him.

Eddie raises his eyebrow in disbelief. How the fuck did Steve Harrington forget to fill his gas? Wasn't like he had been going to too many places lately. With that thought he moves over and gives the other a suspicious look before leaning in through the window to check where the fuel gauge was. Sure enough it was pointing to the big E.

There was something entirely off about this situation. The direction the other was heading was nowhere near his house. It would be the way Eddie just came. The lie was flimsy and already falling through, but Eddie wasn't going to push it. No matter how curious he was. It was none of his business. It wasn't like Steve Harrington purposely did this to get towed away. Though he couldn't help but wonder and keep poking wholes into the others statement.

"Alright, you can hitch a ride with me back to my Uncle's shop and I can fill her up." He says, gently patting the hood of the car as he moves forward to get the crane. An awkward silence falls soon after, just for a few seconds.

"Did you just assume my car was a girl, dude?" Steve spits out in a teasing tone. "Wait.. did you just give my car a gender?" He asks sounding shocked.

Eddie tilts his head from where he was crouched. Currently trying to lift the front of the other car up carefully. A confused look on his face as he looks up at the other. Steve has a small smile on his face, he still looks a bit beat like he had been at the pool but there was a bit more lightness to him from Eddie's observations. The only alarming thing about it was that it was currently aimed towards Eddie. Why Steve Harrington wanted to be nice to someone that was just help was beyond him.

"Um... yeah?" He says trying to sound unsure. Looking back down when a soft flush of embarrassment forms up the back of his neck and to his face. "Most dudes normally give their car a gender and name... dude." Eddie says awkwardly. Stumbling over his words a bit as he talks to the other. A few minutes passed and hes secretly hoping that time could go much faster than what it was.

"I know," Steve says with a soft chuckle. Moving to carefully lean on the tow truck. Staying out of the other way as he looks down and watches what the other was doing. "But what makes you assume that my car is a girl? Could be a guy for all you know? Do you not think I could be riding a guy Munson?" Steve teases.

Eddies dropping the wrench on the ground as his hands start to shake a little bit. Fuck this guy was smooth. If not entirely oblivious to how wrong that could be taken. He takes a deep breathe as he picks the tool back up. Careful not to drop it again as he's tempted to pull the cloth from his hair to let it hide his face. His brain was currently on static mode as he was starting to stutter out words. Giving up on them soon after and forcing silence to take over for him. Just like his Uncle, Eddie Munson wasn't a smooth talker when under attention. Attention like this.

After a second of his heart beating in his ears Eddie looks up at the other. Before looking back down at what he was doing so he didn't get to distracted. Steve Harrington was not flirting with you, he was making some sick gay joke that's all Eddie. He takes a bit longer to do the simple task but soon he's double checking everything, and that the car was on safely when he finally looks back at Steve.

Who looks like he's lost in thought when Eddie finally finishes getting everything situated. Eddie accidentally slams a piece of the truck back into place and immediately feels bad when he sees Steve flinch. Cringing at himself he tries to figure out how to break the awkwardness between the two. It was his fault that it was so awkward to begin with. He felt like he was treating the other like a freak for something that he had no control over, and that made Eddie a hypocrite.

But it doesn't seem like he has to break anything as Steve snaps his fingers and points at him with a wide knowing grin. Teeth flashing and sending butterflies to Eddie's stomach. "Well shit, you're the guy that I yelled at, at the pool the other day." He says amused, pushing himself off from the truck as well. Moving to go to the passengers side when he realizes that they were finally leaving.

"Hope I didn't embarrass you to much, I'm pretty sure half the town there - including you were there just to see if I went crazy or something." Steve laughs. Talking about his disapearence with such casuality that it was a bit alarming to Eddie. Who's stumbling over his feet a little as he opens the drivers side, and moving to sit down. Forgetting that his lunch was in the middle seat, mostly eaten along with his bag of pretzels lazily sat right next to his small bag of drugs. He doesn't realize its there until hes buckiling himself in and eyes going comicly wide as he quickly starts to take care of his things.

God, he was really messing all of this up. "Yeah... Chrissy wanted to put me in sun lotion or whatever you call it and my first reaction was to run without thinking." Eddie laughs shakily, feeling like he had to explain himself a bit. He then moves and wipes his face a little, not looking up as he sets the tin down on the floor where Steve couldn't get to nosey. If he felt the need to search Eddie's things, which was unlikely.

Though Eddie was purposely avoiding the others statement about being crazy. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say in this kind of situation. Eddie wasn't built for this. His braincells were barely working as is. The guy was to damn charming for his own good. No wonder he was currently the King of Hawkins high.

"So...." Steve grins a little. And oh god, Eddie knows that tone. That's the same tone that lead him into coming out to Chrissy, while ironically on the search for the guy right next to him. All of this was confusing him and he doesn't understand what universe he was currently living in. But he was very close to tapping out because it was becoming to much.

What is it with Jocks and the word So? Did they have some wacky slang he didn't know about?

Eddie doesn't even give the other a response, just raises his eyebrow a bit as he looks over at the other as he starts to speak. "Did you go to the pool for the first time ever, just to see if I went crazy or something?" Steve teases. Trying to make conversation. He still has this cocky thing going on and Eddie was hating every second of it if he was honest. Even if it was a bit hot.

"Or something." He grumbles under his breath. Not wanting to be caught for doing something that everyone else had been doing. He wasn't sure if that would be a good thing for his image of not going along with what other people are doing. He taps his fingers across the steering wheel as he try's to relax. But it was so hard. He currently had the guy, who was in the middle of the entire case he was infatuated with in his car. Well not infatuated but captivated by at the very least.

He moves a lose curl from his face as he tries to understand how the other seemed so relaxed in his presence. As if he's been this close to him more then a handful of times. Meanwhile Eddie's joints were so stiff and he was a thousand percent sure he could feel the awkwardness in his chest.

And The awkwardness wasn't letting up, only causing his chest to tighten up more as Eddie hits a bump in the road. Causing the truck to jump up a bit, his teeth to grind and hit against each other as he quickly looks back to check it the others car was still intact.

Showing more concern for the car then the owner who was reaching down and grabbing something. Eddie snaps his head over in panic, glancing down seeing that his lunch pail had broke open and everything inside was lose. He groans as he watches Steve pick up the bag of weed with amusement on his face. "Is this weed dude?" He asks. God the guy was so annoying.

Eddie quickly snatched it from the others hands as he lifts it up closer to his nose to smell. Careful to not let it pop as he sets it down in his own lap with a glare. He really needed to learn how to latch that container shut better.

"No-" he says annoyed. His face scrunched up in a angry pout almost even though in reality he was panicking. His eyes glance over at the other even more worriedly as he hears the other start to laugh more.

"Dude, that's weed. I can smell it all the way over here." Steve shakes his head. "I may be dumb but I'm not that dumb." He snorts some more.

"First off, shut up. Second off, there is no way you can smell it all the way over there it is physically impossible." Eddie rambles. Waving his hand in the air trying to ignore the way Steve's face was pulled up in amusement. Like he was in on some big joke that Eddie wasn't. "And third... shut up!" Eddie groans. Tempted to purposely scratch the others car to get him to do so. But knew if he did that, he would be the one having to fix said scratch and scratches were a pain in the bitch to fix. Plus Wayne would be pissed at him that was always a downside.

Steve shakes his head amused before he's moving forward and taking the radio nozzle and starting to fidget with the stations. Casually taking Eddie's bag of pretzels and eating them like no big deal.

The nerve of this guy was irritating.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asks, slightly annoyed at the sound of voices cutting in and out. Sound getting louder and lower depending on the song Steve passed through, agitating Eddie's ears just a little more each time. Squeezing his steering wheel just a bit tighter until he's relaxing when he hears Ozzy's familiar laughs announcing his radio station before 'Mr. Tinkertrain' begins to play. What was shocking about the entire situation was the fact Steve fucking Harrington seemed to know the song. Drumming the beat o the song on his thighs and humming lowly in his throat as he looks out the window.

"Dude," Eddies unable to help himself. He's pretty sure he's heard Steve blaring Harry Styles willingly from his car radio before. Steve turns his head a bit, looking confused as Eddie scoffs. "You know Ozzy?" He asks amused.

"Yeah..." Steve looks at Eddie like he was the idiot of the situation. "Who doesn't know Ozzy?" He laughs gently.

Eddies about to interrupt but Steve's peeking up putting a hand up to silence him as he turns the radio a bit louder. Something that Wayne has scolded him numerous times for doing, but at the moment he doesn't care. Stunned back into silence as Steve quickly rambles out. "Hold on, hold on I love this part." His words are barely heard over the radio. Eddies had his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to long as he quickly flashes them back to focus on not crashing them. As hilarious as that sounded.

"Yeah officer I sort of ran into this tree because Steve fucking Harrington knew a bit of Ozzy."

Eyes fleeting over in desperation to see the King of Hawkins start to sing the lyrics, Eddie really did not want to miss this. The other wasn't completely on tune but Eddie's sure he would do anything this man said if he was in tune or not.

"Close the curtains and turn out the lights, beneath my wing it's going to be alright, a secret for just you and me, oh baby!" Steve's face is bright with excitement as he loses himself to the song. In almost the same way Eddie has numerous times. The other boys face beams as he meets Eddie's eyes for a second as he doesn't stop. "I've got the kind of toys you've never seen, man made and a bit obscene, little angel come and sit on my knee." His face going a light pink as he realizes a bit to late that he was kind of serenading Eddie Munson in his tow truck. Apparently unaware that Eddie Munson was enjoying it was a huge grin on his face. Dimples popping out, and unable to keep his eyes off from him.

Running a hand through his hair as he looks forward growing more shy as his favorite part ends. Eddies heart was raising, and oh god? He can't be getting another crush on a popular jock. First Chrissy... well technically Steve but that had been a small and short part of his life. Only lasting a week before he seen the boys real personality and said fuck that and dropped it faster than Ozzy being dropped from Black Sabbath.

As the song ends, the two of them are growing a bit more shy with each other before Steve is coming back to. Gathering as much Harrington charm as he can as he grins. "So is that proof enough that I know who Ozzy is?" He asks carefully. Still holding Eddie's bag of pretzels, plopping one of the sticks in his mouth and chewing.

"I suppose that's good enough for now, but everyone knows the only way you can be apart of his fanbase is biting a bats head off." Eddie jokes with a knowing grin. Seeing the Munson sign coming closer and closer to them. Carefully pulling into the parking lot right as the beginning cords of 'Seek and Destroy' start to blare loudly. Catching the attention of his Uncle, who was currently crouched over a car that must have come in while he was gone. He makes a oopsie face over the windshield, playfully waggling his fingers at his Uncle who had a scowl written all over his face. Turing his hand in a "turn it down" motion. Steve beats him to it as he hums a little bit to the song as well. And holy shit, Eddie was really confused by this guy.

Turning off the truck, cutting of the song mid word before hopping out of his drivers side. Blushing as he hears the bag of pot dropping loudly on the ground, forgetting that it had been tucked into his lap the entire ride here. Moving he quickly bends down, picks it up and throws it under the drivers seat where he would grab it before heading back home.

He slams the drivers side shut as he moves to go get the container of gas they carried around just for occasions like this. Returning with the red plastic bin as he ignores the way his Uncle watches him carefully. Moving he sets it down a few feet away before he's moving and crouching down to lower and unhook Steve's car. Grunting a bit as he gets it down after a few attempts. Wiping his agitated hands on his pants, looking up to see that Steve was still watching. Though eerily silent. As if he was to shy to talk all of a sudden, as if he hadn't nearly screamed Ozzy to Eddie. (He was definitely going to have to message Chrissy about this later)

"Alright, let's get you all set to leave my dude." He hums gently. Clapping his hands dramatically as he picks the can of gas back up, refills the others tank with a soft whistle before he finishes. "Ok, let's get you checked out. Got money on you?" He asks.

Steve scrunches his nose up a bit as he pats his pockets down, pulling his wallet out and pulling a few bills out. Yeah, Eddie definitely asked a stupid question. What Harrington didn't carry cash on them at all times.

"Here, that's the normal amount I pay to fill my tank up." Steve smiles kindly. Eddie takes the bills, checking the amount he received. It seemed like the other was over paying if anything. He's about to say as such, but the other was already eagerly moving to his drivers seat. Excited to leave it seemed like. Eddie pauses, glancing over at Wayne where he catches sight of Tommy Hagan's currently talking his ear off about something. Scrunching his nose up, Eddie was somehow even more confused about why Steve Harrington was currently avoiding his friend. That was a bit odd.

He doesn't pocket the money, holds it in one hand and the gas can in the other as he watches the mustang leave. Shaking his head still very confused about what the hell just happened, he moves inside to put the cash in the register and to get back to work. Only a couple of minutes passing before his Uncle was coming over to ask him how it went. Of course, after Tommy had left.

"Wayne- he fucking knows Ozzy and Metallica I am not okay. The freaking Munson Doctrine is being attacked right now, this is a code freaking red." Eddies dramatic as he straightens up quickly.

Wayne has the balls to simply laugh and walk away from him, as if he didn't just tell him the most shocking news ever. "Oh stop being so dramatic."

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Wet snouts; August 2023

The closer the new school year started to come; the more anxious Eddie was getting about the whole redoing senior year thing. Of course he knew that no one was going to be paying attention to him nearly as much as Steve Harrington. Who had to redo the year again also, due to the fact he wasn't there in school for half the year. Being found in March and not deemed fit to return back to his normal life until the end of May. At that point there was no way he was capable of graduating on time. Unlike Steve though, Eddie didn't have a reasonable excuse with why he was held back. He just didn't have the energy to turn in his work or do said work and now here he was being forced to graduate with Chrissy's class instead of his own.

Grumbling to himself he moves around his trailer kicking things around as he tries to find his phone. Hair down, no shirt on and only in his boxers. He just rolled out of bed for the day, and was working his way up to getting ready for work. Which wasn't to exciting. He pulls over a Ozzy shirt, reminded of Steve Harrington. Which had been a odd and strange experience for him.

Normally when he looked at his Ozzys shirts he thought of metal things, like bats. Now, Steve scraped his mind of that and he couldn't help but wonder how the Jock got into the music to begin with. He pulls his pants up over his waist next and keeps throwing things around as he whines. Tossing his head back dramatically and nearly stomping his feet like a five year old who wasn't getting their way. He didn't care. He was tired, not awake and was running late.

Giving up on his phone he decides to just go without the damn thing. Slipping on a zip up sweater, his socks from the day before still on his feet which made sliding his shoes on a lot easier. He never brushed his hair, something that was painfully obvious and Chrissy was trying to convince him to take care of it better. He stumbles his way out the door, pulling it up in a bun when he freezes in his tracks as he sees a huge white fur ball laying at the bottom of his steps. Strange. None of the dogs in the neighborhood. He furrows his eyebrows even more confused as he walks down the steps carefully. Unsure whether or not the thing was going to bite him. He whistles a little warning, watching the creatures head pop up excitedly. And oh no. It was her again. He sighs, knowing that she wouldn't hurt him. Now if his Uncle was home he would have to act like she would. He didn't want to get his ass chewed out after all.

Adjusting the watch on his wrist, checking the time he quickly decides that if he was running late he mind as he late late. Glancing back down at the wolf he hesitates to move closer, but doesn't get a choice as she pounces up and happily rubs up against his legs like a dog. Furrowing his eyebrows he wonders if she was a rescue that was released and was a bit to friendly with humans. Or, possibly she wasn't a wolf. Someone's pet dog that got to big and was released into the wild. The later was a reach as he finally gives into her whining and sits on the step starting to pet her slowly. Still unsure whether or not she would randomly turn on him or not.

"Oh look at you sweetheart." He coos with a happy smile. Scratching at her scalp carefully. "Where have you been huh? Haven't seen you since March?" He says unsure. He wasn't the greatest at time. It was nonexistent to him, everyday felt the same to him and constantly blurred together to the point that most days not only did he not know the day he didn't even know what day of the week it was. A loud and happy whine releases from the animals throat, what he assumes as a big grin spread across her face. Humming gently he leaves his hands away from her mouth but it was difficult. She would constantly move her snout into his hand and cause him to laugh gently. Nose scrunching up at the wet feeling. She plops down into his lap, as she had months ago in the middle of the woods. That time had been to keep him warm, this time she was doing it just to do it.

He hums to himself as he keeps playing with her fur, feeling like some wolf whisperer. Looking up startled when he sees his neighbor coming out of her trailer. Assuming that it was Billy Hargrove first to only relax when he sees that it was only Max. Who was in a sweater, and most likely sneaking out. Moving down the steps as silent as possible as she moves around the Camaro, going into the back and pulling her skateboard out. One earbud in her right ear leaving the other free to hear her surroundings. Sending a worried glass inside the trailer, as if she expected Billy to suddenly wake up and rip her a new one. Which is exactly what happens. Eddie can hear the bull running through the china shop all the way from here. Wincing himself he feels his own anxiety raising from the sight that was happening in front of him.

The front door flies open and the wolf in his lap is tensing up. Moving up from his lap and close to growling. Eddie doesn't mean to stare, but it's hard not to. Wanting to keep a close eye on what ever the hell was happening just in case he needed to cut in or pull a wolf back from eating Billy Hargrove alive. His eyebrows pinch together as he catches sight of the boy in the doorframe. He could see the guys sweat from all the way over here. His sweat looked like it had sweat, and from seeing him the wolf in his lap was hopping down and moving a bit closer to the others trailer. As if she knew something that Eddie didn't. Billy's swaying on his feet as he leans against the doorframe, breathing heavy as his eyes squint at Max for a second. As if he doesn't recognize her. He wipes his face off as he looks like he's dying from heatstroke, and the sun was barely up all the way yet. If anything the guy should be cold with the lack of shirt on.

"Maxine-" he starts, his voice coming off a bit more weak then normal. As if the fire inside of him was burnt out, even though he looked like he was burning alive.

"Don't call me that!" Max snaps. Face a little red as she looked pissed. Though deflates a little when the guy stumbles and nearly falls down the stair case. Eddie is hopping up in concern, but goes unnoticed by the two siblings.

"Max." Billy says in a tone that was intended to come off as sweet but comes off as anything but. His hair is falling in his face a bit, one of his hands moving up to pull it out of the way swaying at just that movement. "I don't know if I'm going to be here tonight. Which means-" he says in a slight growl. Whether or not he knew he was growling was up to speculation.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Max hisses. Nose scrunching up as she angrily pulls out her ear bud. Eddie really needed to move from this conversation. He didn't want to be know as the eavesdropper. Cringing he sneaks his way over to the van, catching the eyes of Billy. Who's eyes proceed to look at the white wolf that was sitting only a couple of feet away from Eddie. Eddie nearly misses the look on the others face but it looks to be relieve. A strange reaction to seeing a wolf in front of your trailer.

"The god damn hospital," Billy snaps annoyed. Acting as if it wasn't a big deal. "I have a friend who's going to drive me to one where their heads aren't up their asses, which means I don't know when I'll be home." He hisses a bit. Dropping the nice guy act as he puts more weight on the doorframe, causing it to bend a bit. "Which means- I'll have some money hidden in the normal spot for dinner. I'm sure if you need anything you can drop your dumb little ass on over to the Munson's trailer." He's doing that growling thing again and Eddie's freezing in his spot as he feels like he was just dragged into something that he didn't want to be apart of. Nearly snapping his neck to get a better look at the two.

Max's eyes were now looking over in his direction, from where he was standing right next to his van he could see her eyes filled with little flames. He wouldn't be shocked if they were directly from hell itself. Then her eyes look back towards the wolf with a raised eyebrow. "When did you get a dog Munson?" She asks.

Hargrove scoffs as an amused grin forms on his face when he looks over at the wolf. Who Eddie was starting to come up with ideas to name her. "Offal big for a bitch isn't he?" He asks loudly. Moving to stand up straight to the best of his abilities. Arms crossed over his chest as he visibly winces. A soft bark from the animal takes Eddie by surprise as he tries not to look to shocked about the animal responding. Trying to protest a warning to Max who claps her hands for the animal to come to her. Funny enough, she does and now she's rolling on her back getting her belly scratched by one Max Mayfield. Who's cooing in a high pitch voice while Billy's moving a hand up to his mouth in an attempt to hide back laughter. What was so funny about his sister rubbing a wolves stomach confused the hell out of Eddie.

"Max, money will be its normal spot. Get whatever the hell you want. Though if your mother comes home let her know where I'm at. You know the drill by now." Billy says grumpily. Suddenly looking way more red than anything now. Stumbling back into the trailer and slamming the door shut in their faces. The guy didn't look good, for a quick second Eddie was a tad worried about the dude dying of heat stroke. Probably brought the property value down or something. Eddie opens his van door as he pauses. Just watchs the young girl for a second.

"You know you can come over later if you want to have dinner with my Uncle and I." He comments. Regretting it as the spit fire looks up at him and spits out.

"I don't need a babysitter Munson."

Well then.

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𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝙐𝙈𝘽 𝙋𝙐𝙋𝙋𝙔

DAY 2 : MASTER/PET

s. the two of you are just friends, a duke and one of his advisors is what you say to everyone. but you shouldn't be fucking the duke senseless and treating him like a cocksleeve if you really are just friends.

w. bxb, male! reader, top! reader, sub! raphael, anal sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!), big cock, office sex, deep throating, face-fucking, rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, size difference, power play, & pet names (good boy, puppy, pet).

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"Staying up late again, sir?"

Leaning against the doorway with a carefree slouch that would fill most nobles with seething irritation, you wait patiently for the cooled tone that belonged to the duke. It would have been rude to just waltz right in, especially with how busy he'd been for the past few days.

"Yes, I suppose so." Raphael peers up at you through thick lashes that most noble ladies would kill to have before honing back in on the sea of documents stacked atop his desk. "A few.. unexpected occurrences took place, and I'll be needing to document them."

"I see.. and judging by that expression, I'd say that you hadn't expected it to be such a hassle."

"Indeed.."

He exhales heavily as he pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers. It wasn't often that one would get to see the Duke of the Kedrey family so stressed, but was it really so surprising? He was only human at the end of the day, just like everyone else. There was only so much stress he could take before it'd truly start getting to him.

"Shall I help you with these piles? I may not be efficient with paperwork as the other aides, but at least I can help, sir."

"No, no it's alright, I-"

"Sir, with all due respect, you look ready to collapse as soon as you stop writing." Raphael gives you a look as you flash him one of your signature shit-eating grins. Hey, it doesn't hurt to be blunt and teasing sometimes, especially right now. He could use some relaxation, the poor man. In which caseー

"You have your hair down today, Raphael." Striding over closer to him, you lower your voice to a more soothing and sultry tone. And it works, seeing how he flinches ever so slightly, then relaxes. His once hardened face now softens as his breath begins to speed up, knowing what's to come.

"You.. said it looked nice on me last time," he murmurs, pale cheeks growing redder as you push a few stray hairs back. He makes no effort to push away your hand and instead leans into the soft touch of your fingers.

For some strange reason, his mysophobia did not stir when you touched him, even after all those countless late night "lessons" with just you and him. Even when you kissed him, even when you trailed your hands all across the expanse of his muscular and toned body, he was fine. It was like a great burden was lifted from his shoulders, and so you had made the most of such a happening.

"Hm? I didn't think you to be such a charmer Raphael," you coo, leaning your head in so close that your lips barely brush up against his temple. That seems to do him in, as he heaves a gasp that was a few octaves short of a moan.

"I-I.. sorry, I wasn't.." It's quite nice seeing someone of high status as him being reduced to a stuttering and blushing mess who can't even speak properly. Well, you might as well save him the embarrassment of asking for what he wanted.

"Why don't we start our lessons for tonight, hm? You need a distraction anyway, isn't that right?"

"Y-yeah.." his eyes glaze over with a far-away look in them, as if hypnotized by each of your honeyed words. You give him a smile, as if praising him for his acceptance.

"Well then, let's start, shall we?." Raphael's eyes quickly shoot open as you begin to unbuckle your belt, and he casts you a look of bewilderment, as if questioning if you're really going to be doing it here in his office. You notice his expression and return it with a knowing smirk. Yeah, you know what you're doing, especially since you're about to push him into ecstasy in his own office.

"We haven't done this in a while, have we?" Pondering this, you let your now crinkled pants fall down the rest of your legs, and it's then that he can more clearly see the outline of your erection straining against your underwear. The way he tries to suck in a gasp that leaves his breath shaking is so unlike him, but you find it to be endearing.

"No.. I thought.." He trails off, pondering his next words carefully. You raise an eyebrow, as if coaxing him to go on and say it, even though you have an idea of what he's thinking.

"You thought I got bored or something? Thought I got a fiancé and wouldn't want you anymore."

"I.." His eyes look at anywhere but you, fumbling over how easily you him, and it annoys you a bit.

"On your knees, now. Don't make me say it twice."

He drops to his knees not even a second after you finish your sentence, and you hum in satisfaction as you finally yank your underwear down. Raphael's cheeks burst with red as your semi-hard erection springs free from the confines of your boxers, and you can vaguely see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard.

"Well, what are you waiting for? It's not suck itself off now, is it?"

His mouth is hot and wet around the tip, and it takes every last shred of patience to not push his head down to the base. But you're a patient man; you don't want to ruin your little stress relief session with your pet. You want to savor every moment you have until he has to return to the position of master, and you as an aide.

He spends a few minutes like that, just sucking and sloppily slurping on your cockhead as he laps up every pearly bead of pre-cum that bubbles up. You occasionally roll your hips forward, pushing just an extra bit of your dick further into his inviting mouth as to stimulate yourself further and coddle your desperate pet.

"Fuck.. good boy, always taking me so well." You hiss when Raphael moans with delight, the vibrations sending tingles straight up your spine and leaving your limbs feeling numb. "Shit, quit.. quit doing that. You're gonna make me cum early.."

Upon hearing this, the dark-haired man produces another muffled noise, vibrations jolting all over your cock as he begins to push his head further down your shaft. Wheezing, you raise a hand and quickly tangle it in his soft black tresses as to ground yourself from the sudden warmth beginning to swallow up the rest of you.

Slowly but surely, your cute puppy finally takes your shaft all the way to the base with his nose brushing against the tufts of hair on your pelvis. You can tell he's doing his best to not gag loudly as his gag reflex began to kick in, still not used to having your big cock stuffed all the way in his mouth. Fuck— yeah, you were going to lose it at this point.

"Sorry," is all you can manage before you pull his head back and force his head down all the way. You start it with just slow deep thrusts, the man beneath you gagging as he seems to forget to breathe through his nose. But soon you lose all reign of patience and begin to fuck his mouth like you mean it.

And what completes this lewd scene is how Raphael lets you do it; he's eagerly letting you fuck his throat with no resistance or hesitation. He's utterly compliant in your touch, like a pet letting its master stroke and coddle it. You have no doubt in your mind that he could easily overpower and shove you aside, should the thought ever cross his mind.

But he doesn't, instead even gripping the back of your legs to force your shaft even deeper down his throat each time you pound into it. You use his throat as if it were a toy, using him for your own pleasure without a second thought for his own. The sight of your own duke, who was renowned for his good looks and strong physique, was letting you use his throat like a pussy was purely exhilarating.

"O-oh shit.. f-fuck I'm gonna— shit, you better swallow..!" With a raspy gasp that sounds as if the air was punched right out of you, you cum. You push his head all the way down, the wet heat of his pulsing throat milking and prolonging your orgasm. You can faintly hear him gagging above the pounding of blood rushing to your head, but you're much too lost to your orgasm to even care.

You're actually quite flustered over how quickly you came, but as you tug your now softened cock from Raphael's throat, it's obvious that he's too dazed to even care. Knowing how he was, he was probably happy to have you cum so early— it meant he was doing a good job as your pet.

"Open your mouth." He opens his mouth with quick obedience, showing how your release fills his mouth to the near brim. He has to angle his neck as to not spill a single drop on him or his quite expensive clothes.

"Good boy. Now swallow." Raphael complies, closing his mouth quickly and swallowing up your thick and creamy load with an audible gulp. His eyes never leave yours, not even once. Good, he's learning quickly.

"Hands on the desk and bend over," You tap the wooden desk with your index finger, bottling up every urge to fuck your pet stupid right where he sits," so I can fuck you like the dumb pet you are."

He doesn't waste a second and swiftly stands up straight, towering over you, before he bends over the wooden desk and pushes the organized piles of paper as far as he can. He's still wearing his pants, however, and he can't exactly take them off in this position. So you'll do him a favor and take them off for him.

You have to essentially hug him around the waist just to reach his belt buckle, with how much bigger his whole body is compared to yours, but you don't really mind. It does make the process of sliding his pants off more difficult, but you manage to hook your thumb under the two layers of clothes and let them slip down his legs.

Spreading apart his soft cheeks elicits a sharp whimper from him, and it only grows louder when you slap your cockhead against the puffy ring of muscles. And you're quite surprised when you feel and see his hole coated with glistening lube or perhaps his own spit.

He'd been playing with himself, fingering and stretching out his hole with the hopes of replicating the feeling of your big cock. Though with how whiney and desperate he was, it seemed obvious that it hadn't been enough to satisfy him.

"Go on, beg like the dumb puppy you are, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

It takes all your patience not to pop your throbbing cockhead into his tight little ass— just the tip as you'd often tell him — so you can really see him beg desperately. It was nice to see his eyes roll back into his head when you'd slam the entirety of your length inside and he'd cum just like that. Fuck, you were seriously pent up.

"Please.. please fuck me.. Fuck me like the dumb pet I am..♡"

"Good puppy." And with that, you align your throbbing cockhead to his eager hole and swiftly shove it in. You're pleasantly surprised by the pulsating heat that swallows your dick, whilst your puppy chokes and shudders.

"Shit, always— always so fucking tight." You swear your vision goes white for a split second as soon as your cock is sheathed inside his ass. "Thought I was gonna cum there for a second.."

You don't move right away, you just savor the addictive way Raphael's ass squeezes and pulls your shaft as if desperately trying to keep you inside. Occasionally you drag your hips ever so slowly, watching as you sheath yourself fully before pulling back, but you'd like to delight in the pleasure for a minute or two at least.

"D-dont.. n-not there-! I'll.." Raphael whines, uncharacteristically so, as he chokes and wheezes from the sudden, and by the sounds of it, you were rubbing up against his prostate.

"Oh, right here?" You chuckle at the way he whimpers when you rub up against the spongy spot again and again as he starts to moan. "Does my puppy want me to make him feel good?"

A mixture of moans and babbles are your answer, and it seems that he's already feeling good on his own, so you start moving. This time, you don't wait for a response as you fuck into him like a crazed man.

“Khg-! ..S-so big..”

Your lungs are failing you. It feels so fucking good and with your pent up arousal now being given a chance to be satisfied, you wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. You can feel your balls smack against his skin, and the impact only reminds of how much. Raphael was certainly enjoying himself, his moans growing increasingly louder with each passing second.

"I'd keep quiet if I were you. You don't want anyone seeing you take my dick like a whore, now would you?"

He chokes on the fingers that grip his jaw and push their way into his mouth, but doesn't waste a second on coating them with his spit. It does muffle his moans, but it makes pounding into him a bit more difficult, but that's alright. You would have to push more of your weight on top of him, but he's more than capable of carrying your weight, even more if he wanted.

It's impossible to tell what kind of expression he's making, but you know he's probably getting off to sucking on your fingers and pretending that he's sucking you off or something like that. It's a shame you can't see his face and any of his flushed expressions, but it's worth hearing his cries and moans.

"Haha, shit, I'm gonna cum. You hear that puppy? You're gonna make me cum."

"P.. pleashe cum inside.. I want your cum, I—"

"Good puppy — fuck! — Let's do it together alright?" True to your word, you angle your hips as to be directed perfectly against his prostate and begin to thrust with all the vigor you can muster. The stinging pain of your skin smacking against his pricks at your nerves, but you ignore it in favor of watching your pet's back tense and arch as you fuck him mercilessly.

It feels so right to have him take all of you so obediently, to mold your own boss into a lewd pet so that he wouldn't want for another. He was made for you, body and soul, and you'd be damned if you'd let him slip through your fingers.

A hard thrust and your eyes snap shut as your orgasm hits you hard, with spurts of thick white spilling into his insides, coating them with your essence. He cums soon after, yet again, whimpering at such a high pitch that he could be mistaken for a kicked puppy.

"God, that was.. that was something.." Hugging Raphael around his waist feels nice, so intimate with how gentle your embrace is since your orgasm took quite a bit out of you, and you'd been abstaining from pleasuring yourself for the past week or two, maybe more.

Your cute puppy feels limp in your arms, save for the rising and falling of his body from the deep rapid breaths he takes in as he does his best to recover from having his backside basically blown out. You don't bother trying to get a response from him since—

"Oo-oh..uhh.."

It takes you a good few seconds to realize what's happening; with the slow jerking of his elbow and the sound of wet slick sliding against skin. He's jerking off, or, well, at least trying to.

"Tsk, looks like my pet didn't learn from his training last time. You're still trying to touch yourself." A grin erupts on your lips as you tug his body back until his back meets your chest, a weak moan of protest leaving his lips. His right hand weakly drops from his softening erection, though now sticky and dripping with thick white.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to train you into a good pet, Raphael." Blowing a puff of hot air onto the shell of his ear gives you a sense of satisfaction as his big and sturdy body quivers oh so cutely. This sort of look suits him, you decide. Even with his sharp features and demanding aura, he was more suited to taking your cock and precious cum into his ass like a good toy.

Clearly, he was still in need of your guidance and training. But you were willing to train him into the perfect pet; always ready and needy for your touch. After all, what kind of aide would you be if you can't benefit the duke in some way?

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