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Behind the Crime

Warren Lipka x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral male receiving, dominate warren, underage drinking, underage smoking, use of marijuana, rough sex, hint of choking, talk of robbery, um yeah i think that’s it

summary: from the moment you were brought into the heist, you knew working with warren was going to be hard…

word count: 3.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting guys i have not been on the grind lately. i watched this movie and omfg evan was so attractive i just needed to write. if you’re the real warren lipka just scroll this is about evan…

~~~

You sit back in your chair, the crew members adjusting your mic. You’re starting to regret doing this interview, but it’s too late to back out now. Everything’s already set up, the camera is about to be rolling. The interviewer is sitting a few feet away from you, notes in his hand. He waits for you to give him the signal that you’re ready. You nod, he begins.

“So, y/n, how did you become involved with the group?” He asks.

“I was first approached by Spencer when I was eating lunch outside one day...”

~~~

You were sitting alone, the cool fall breeze almost too cold to be comforting. You didn’t pay much mind to it though, you were more focussed on your studying. You were flipping through the pages of another history article when suddenly there was a presence beside you. Looking up at them as soon as you noticed, you recognized the boy as someone from your class.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your tone polite.

He looked nervous as if he were about to ask you out. “Hi, uh, I don’t know if you remember my name, I’m Spencer we have Art History together.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you,” you replied. “Do you need help with the homework or something?”

“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, if you’re not busy or anything,” he said, his voice quiet.

You look away for a second before replying. “Sure, sit down if you want I’m not busy.”

He smiled at you before quickly sitting at the spot across from you. He put his bag on the table, you could see him take a deep breath. Was he really going to ask you out? You thought he was cute, but definitely not your type. You started to pray he wouldn’t say anything along those lines.

“I started to ask around a week or two ago about people who are good with computers and stuff, a lot of people told me you were the best person to go to,” he started. He lacked confidence in his voice, you felt bad for the poor guy but paid close attention to his words. “I need some... help with cameras.”

“What kind of cameras?” You asked, intrigued.

What he was saying was true, you were decently good with computers. You mostly would hack into places and disable things you didn’t like, like the cameras on the public library computers. It wasn’t anything illegal, at least you didn’t think it was illegal. It probably was, but you didn’t care.

“Just you know cameras in... semipublic places...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what kind though? Phone, laptop, desktop, security?”

“Security,” he answered quietly. “But before you say no listen, how does a couple hundred thousand dollars' worth of payment sound?

“What?”

“I won’t tell you the details till I know you’re on board but let's just say something is going down and we need help with the cameras. The pay would be huge and all you’d have to do is just mess with some cameras for like twenty minutes.”

You only stared at him; your mouth slightly hung open. Was he being serious? Was he really asking you to join him in a potential robbery that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars? You never would’ve expected to be asked such a question on a cloudy Thursday at lunch. You shut your book completely and look around to make sure nobody is close.

“This money, it’s guaranteed?”

He nods. “As long as we get the job done, you’ll have it.”

You knew it was crazy, you knew whatever was going to happen would either result in you going to prison or having to run off into hiding. But the thought of being able to pay all your student loans off and have extra money to live off of was more appealing. Hacking into cameras wasn’t that hard, and it wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Unless it was.

“If you’re trying to get me to make sure a murder or rape isn’t on camera I’ll snitch,” you warned him.

“Oh no, nothing like that is happening at all. It’s just you know a robbery,” he replied, his expression genuine.

You nodded your head, convinced whatever he was asking couldn’t be that bad. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”

~~~

“What was your first impression of the guys?

You smile. “They were really cool, funny, just overall really fun people to hang out with.”

“Do you remember the first time you met all of them?”

“Of course, like it was yesterday...”

~~~

The house you sat in front of didn’t look like a typical criminal's house. It looked like an average American’s family house actually. You were parked out on the road outside the house Spencer told you to go to, you were meeting the rest of the people involved with the robbery. It had been about ten minutes of you sitting out there debating whether or not to go in before you got a text from Spencer asking where you were. You sighed, praying to God this decision was the right one before getting out of your car.

You knocked on the front door with a shaky fist. You started to regret your decision, you thought about turning around and leaving, but the door was opened before you could act on it. An older woman stood in front of you, she looked to be in her 50s.

“Oh, you’re very pretty,” she said, making your cheeks turn red. “You’re here to see Warren, right?”

You had no idea who Warren was, but you nodded. The lady's smile grew, and she opened the door for you and ushered you inside. She directed you to the basement entrance, asking you a million questions you had no answers to. After those few but excruciating painful minutes though, you walked down the basement stairs and finally caught sight of Spencer.

There were three other guys in the room and all of their eyes were on you. Two, along with Spencer, were sitting on a couch. One of them was skinny with glasses, the other muscular with no glasses. They didn’t grasp your attention though. The last guy who was standing did. He had long dark curly hair, and eyes to match. His eyes met yours before you watched them slowly move up and down your body. You didn’t know how to react.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, I’m Eric,” the guy with glasses introduced himself.

“Chas,” the muscular guy spoke, not paying much attention to you. “Are you sure this was a good idea, Spence? How much do we really know about this chick? No offense.”

“Shut up, we agreed,” Spencer hissed. He waved you over and you complied, walking to the couch and sitting on the end beside him.

The standing guy took a step forward and held out his hand to you. You looked up at him before accepting his handshake. His hand was rough, you liked the feeling of it in yours. “I’m Warren and you are our cameraman or woman I guess.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“How much has Spencer told you?” Warren asked after letting go of your hand and stepping back. It was then you noticed the maps on the wall with drawings all over them, the layout looked familiar.

“Just that I need to hack some cameras and that it’ll pay me a lot,” you answered. “I don’t even know what you guys are stealing.”

“Well y/n, I’m sure you’ve been to your own school's library right?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever taken a tour of the library’s rare book collection?”

You nodded again.

Warren smirked. “Then you know exactly what we’re stealing.”

Your face fell and you immediately looked at Spencer and the rest of the guys. “Are you serious? You guys want to steal historic books?”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Chas mumbled from his chair.

“Shut up Chas,” Warren quickly snapped. He looked back at you, his dark eyes engulfing yours completely. “We’ve been planning this out for months, and you are the last piece to our puzzle y/n. Think about how much you’ll be earning.”

You didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad idea.

~~~

“Chas eventually stopped being cold to me, I actually think in the end he became my closest friend in the group,” you say, finishing your story.

The interviewer gives you a look. “Well, besides Warren right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, a confused look on your face.

“I have to ask if the stories are true, you know about you and him. The other guys say something changed between the two of you after a party you all attended. I mean, didn’t the police even question if your involvement had a deeper meaning than simply the money?”

You shake your head, giving your best performance. “Me and Warren were only ever best friends, there was never a deeper meaning behind anything.”

~~~

Music was pumping through your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head you could feel it. It had been a few weeks since you met the guys, and they all wanted to do something fun before the heist. So, a frat party was naturally the easiest option. That’s where you were now, already two shots and half a joint in. You didn’t know where Spencer, Nick, and Warren were, but Chas was dancing with you.

Though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you and Chas quickly learned how well you get along. He was a good friend, all of the guys were. You liked how easily they could make you laugh and brighten your mood. They were all good people who you enjoyed being around.

Warren was the only one that you felt different for. You didn’t know why, but from the first day you met you knew your feelings for him would be different than the other three. The way he looked at you alone was completely different than the others. There was always something darker in his eyes, something you knew wasn’t supposed to be there for simply a friend. Every time the two of you looked at each other, your stomach filled with butterflies. You wanted it too. But in those first few weeks, nothing had happened. No matter how much either of you wanted it.

After some minutes of you and Chas dancing, Warren and Spencer appeared. They asked if the two of you wanted to go out and smoke, you both agreed and followed them outside the back. Not too many people were in the backyard, but there were enough for there to be a bonfire going. The four of you found an empty spot near the fire and sat down. Warren took out a joint and lit it before passing it around.

“Where’s Nick?” You asked after taking a hit.

Spencer shrugged. “Probably with the weird kids doing weird stuff.”

“He’s not that weird,” Chas replied. “He’s just awkward.”

You watched as Warren took another long hit of the joint. Because of the weed and alcohol, you found yourself even more attracted to him than when you were sober. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted to hear his voice as you touched him. He suddenly met your gaze, his lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile. You wanted to kiss him. It was too much for you to handle.

You swallowed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your shorts. “I need to um use the bathroom.”

You didn’t wait for any of their replies. Instead, you rushed back into the house straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself a shot, downing it before giving it a second thought. You needed these feelings to go away. How were you supposed to work with Warren if you couldn’t even look at him without thinking about having sex with him? It made you feel awful. A hookup couldn’t be the reason the robbery went bad, you refused to let that happen.

After another shot, you started to forget about your feelings. In fact, you started to forget about Warren completely. All you felt was the burning sensation of the alcohol in your stomach and chest, it felt good. You stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hallway, grabbing the railings of the staircase for support. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you, their hand on your back.

“Y/N, are you good?” It was Warren.

You turned your head and looked at him, God how could he look even better? “No- I’m not okay.”

“You’re wasted, you need some water,” he said. He moved his hand around your waist and pulled you up straight. You felt like you were on fire. “Come on, back to the kitchen.”

“Why are you here? I just- I just wanna forget about you,” you mumbled.

He started helping you walk back to the kitchen. “What? Why would you want to forget about me?”

“Because... I want you but I can’t have you. I thought you- felt the same that’s why it’s been so hard to resist,” you spoke, stumbling over your words. “I can’t look at you without thinking about you fucking me.”

Even in your drunken state, you could still see the cockiness on Warren’s face. He lifted you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly before turning and getting you a cup of water. You leaned your head back against one of the cabinets, your head was spinning. You couldn’t think straight.

“Drink,” Warren’s voice filled your ears.

You lifted your head and grabbed the solo cup from his hand, downing the water faster than ever. When you finished, you threw the cup to the floor, your eyes meeting Warren’s once again. He was standing close enough that if you reached, you could touch him.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of how long you’d felt the tension between you two, that gave you the courage to gently place your hand on the top of his head. His hair was soft, just like you’d expected it to be. You smiled and played with his curls. He didn’t object, you were glad. You needed this.

“Do you want me?” You asked, your voice barely audible against the loud music.

“What do you think?”

You shrugged. “I thought so, but I could always be wrong.”

“Maybe I should make it clearer,” he said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his head before stepping closer to you. “If this house wasn’t crowded, I’d fuck you right here, right now.”

Your heart was racing, your cheeks bright red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Warren was still holding your wrist, it sent electric shocks throughout your body. His eyes began to shift from your eyes to your lips and so on. You swallowed; a lump had formed in your throat.

“There’s probably an empty room somewhere,” you mentioned. “You could take me to one of them and show me you mean what you say.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I’m not- I swear. I consent, I’ll remember all of this in the morning,” you replied quickly.

“All right.”

Before you could say anything else, Warren scooped you into his arms and began to carry you through the house. You didn’t know whether to pretend you were drunk so it wouldn’t look suspicious or stay awake to also not make it look suspicious. You chose to stay awake and within minutes you and Warren were alone in a bedroom, your lips connected.

The kiss was fast and rough, everything you expected from him. His arms were wrapped around your waist, he towered over you. You wasted no time, immediately kicking off your shoes and pushing Warren back until he fell onto the bed. He pulled you on top of him, guiding your hips in slow motions over his clothed erection. You felt like you were on fire, you needed more.

You broke this kiss and leaned back so you were straddling him. You pulled off your shirt and bra, Warren followed your actions. Once your eyes fell upon his toned abdomen, you audibly moaned. You quickly leaned down again and kissed his chest, beginning a trail down his body. Each breath that left his mouth made your pussy drip even more. And when you reached his navel, his breaths turned into soft whispers.

“Keep going.”

“Please.”

“I’ll do anything.”

When you no longer had any skin left to kiss you looked back up at him, his eyes were already on you. He got your signal and instantly pulled his shorts and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. You weren’t surprised at his size; you had a feeling he’d be big. You started off by slowly stroking him with your hand, the expressions on his face already enough to make you cum.

After a minute or so of that, you bent down and pressed a small kiss to his tip. You loved the way his leg twitched. It made you proud. So, you took him into your mouth. He gasped, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you; he only twirled your hair back into a ponytail-like style and gripped it tight. You moved your head up and down, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You were never a fan of giving head to guys, but with Warren, it was a different story.

Not much time passed before Warren pushed you gently, telling you he wasn’t going to last much longer. You didn’t care, you wanted him to finish in your mouth. But he told you he wanted to have sex, so you stopped. You peeled off your shorts and underwear before you climbed back onto him. His naked body against yours felt unreal, you were almost convinced this was all part of your drunken imagination.

However, when Warren pulled your head down and began to kiss your lips again, you knew it had to be real. His hands gripped your ass, kneading and playing with your skin. You positioned his tip at your entrance, you were so wet you didn’t need any lube. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, you wanted to know it was okay. He gave you a nod and so you began to push yourself down on him.

He filled you well, just the perfect amount. You had thrown your head back, a moan escaping your lips. You hadn’t had sex in months, and this was the perfect way to break that streak. You started to move your body forward and backward while simultaneously going up and down. Warren’s grip on your ass tightened with each movement you made.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You do it so well.”

Your confidence was boosted; you began to move faster. This only lasted a few minutes though, much to your dismay. You weren’t too athletic; you didn’t have good stamina. Warren noticed this, and without saying anything he flipped your bodies. Once on top of you, he began violent thrusts. You almost screamed from the pleasure; you’d never felt anything remotely close to it in your life. He hit your cervix each time, it made your back arch off the mattress and your nails dig into his back.

“Warren,” you whimpered. “Oh, fuck Warren.”

One of his hands wrapped around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just rested it there. You felt the knot in your stomach form at this. It felt so good to be dominated by him. It had been your dream for weeks, and it had finally come true. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Warren fucking you fill your senses.

When you came, you practically screamed his name. You swore you could see stars. You’d never experienced an orgasm so hard in your life. Warren came a few seconds after you, you felt his dick pulsing inside you. He collapsed on you. You didn’t care about how his weight crushed you, you still held him as the two of you began to come down from your highs.

~~~

As the crew packs up, you remain in your chair, staring blankly out one of your windows. The interviewer is still across from you, but you don’t notice until he speaks.

“Just tell me one thing, off the record,” he says, grabbing your attention. “Did you love him?”

A small smile grows on your lips. “With all my heart.”

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hippiegoth97 · 1 month

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 1

A/N: Hey, everybody! The time has finally come. My two-year project, Into the Fire, is (almost) finally complete. I originally published this on Wattpad, but I’ve reformatted and edited the hell out of it to make it neater for this platform. This story has been my baby, a work of love and devotion to the fictional man that resides in my heart: Eddie Munson. I’m excited to share it with all of you, as it’s my proudest achievement. If you’re ever curious to know who I am as a writer, as a fan, and as a person, this is it. Please like, comment, reblog, follow to your heart’s content. And if you’d like to join my tag list, feel free to let me know.

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI : Mentions of blood, smoking, crying, angst, smut, teasing, fingering, use/mentions of drugs and alcohol, orgasm denial, small argument, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, squirting

Word Count: 15k

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Part 1.1: Fast Times at Hawkins U

Friday, March 10th, 1989

"Can I please host Hellfire here this weekend, Mom? The theater room is being repainted, and the Wheeler's have temporarily banned us because Mike is grounded. This campaign is really important, weeks of work have gone into this." You're sitting on the couch, listening to your brother Dustin pleading with your mother in the kitchen.

"I don't know, Dusty. You know we don't have a lot of extra money to spend on food for all your friends. I love that you have a good bond with them since Will moved away, but isn't there somewhere else you can go?" Your mother has always been worried about money since Dad skipped out on you. You'd initially offered to get a job once you were out of high school, but she insisted you focus on college and just 'enjoy being young before it's too late'.

"See, I knew you'd be concerned about that, but everyone else is bringing snacks and stuff. You won't need to worry, Mom. We won't ask you for anything, I promise! We just need the space, nobody else's house is big enough for everybody." You can't help but smile to yourself, Dustin always thinks of everything. He's always been a sweet, considerate kid. Sure, he’s passionate about his interests, but he never wants to add to your mother's burden. He may be young, but he’s smart enough to understand that she isn't made of money. Most kids would throw a fit or cry, but not Dustin. He thinks logically, working around every problem like a little mastermind.

"Oh, alright! As long as you clean up after yourselves, and try to keep the noise down when it gets late, you can host your club, sweetie." Mom has a hard time saying no when Dustin eliminates any concerns she’s posed, which admittedly isn't hard to do.

"Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He cheers as he squeezes Mom tightly in a hug, she returns it with just as much strength. Your family is notorious for lung-crushing hugs. When they finally loosen their grip, Dustin jumps into the air in excitement. "I'm gonna go call everyone and tell them we're all set to go!" He rushes past you to the phone, rapidly dialing each member of the club, manically telling them your home is officially a hosting place for D&D starting tomorrow after school. Once everyone has been let in the loop, Dustin collapses back into his chair, catching his breath.

"You must be really excited for this campaign, huh?" You tease him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am! It's probably the most important one we've ever had. And the longest, too. Eddie's been planning it for months." He beams at you, eyes wide and his smile impossibly large. But the thing that really stirs your interest is the mention of the club's leader, Eddie.

"Eddie's still leading you guys? I figured he would've passed the title down after he finished school." You remember him from high school, he just barely graduated in '86 with your class after being held back twice. Everyone expected him to drop out, but you admired the fact that he proved them wrong. You've always thought he was cute, but you ran in more academic circles. You weren't popular by any means, you were still a full-on nerd. But Eddie never treated you poorly. In fact, it was the opposite. He may act tough sometimes, but he's a big softy when he lets his guard down. You’re excited for him to be here, in your house, for three whole days. It’ll give you plenty of time to check him out, maybe even make a move if he isn't too busy with the game.

"Yeah, he meant to pick one of us to take over. I guess he gets kinda lonely and wants to stick around. He works sometimes, but when he isn't there's not much for him to do. His uncle works at the plant all night and sleeps all day. And everyone else is either in college or still in high school. So, the club is really all he has going on right now. He would have the band too, but the others have all gone out of state. He misses them a lot. We all do. They're some of our best players, really decent guys, too." Dustin's eyes look so sad, he really feels bad for Eddie. And you can't help but have sympathy for him as well. He made a place for freaks and geeks to feel accepted, and in the end, he's the one who got left behind. "Oh, shit. Don't tell him I told you any of this. He doesn't even acknowledge being lonely, I just couldn't help but pick up on it. He'll be so embarrassed if he knows I said anything." Dustin's eyes widen as he tries to right his mistake. You just smile at him.

"I won't say a word, Dusty. Your secret is safe with me. It's nice that you're so concerned for him, though. He's lucky to have you as a friend." You stand up to go to bed, ruffling his hair as you walk past. "Goodnight, kiddo." You call after him. You're halfway down the hall when a thought occurs to you, one that could benefit both you and Eddie. You walk backwards to face Dustin again. "Hey, would it be cool if I watched you guys play? I don't want to throw off your flow by trying to learn to play during your 'important' campaign. But I'd like to see how it goes, and maybe join you guys next time?" His eyes light up at your suggestion. He's tried for years to get you to play, but it didn’t seem like your style. But now that Eddie would be taking up temporary residence in your home, you figured now was as good a time as any to seek it out.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome! And I'm sure everyone would be cool with it." He takes a moment to think over your sudden motivation to join the club, finding it suspicious. "Wait a minute...you've never been interested any of the times I practically begged you to play. What's changed?" He quirks an eyebrow at you curiously.

"Oh, you know. I figure I should finally see what all the fuss is about. You've worn me down, kiddo." You reply nervously. You hope he'll take the bullshit, but it's unlikely. He's too smart for that.

He gives you a knowing look, smiling just a bit too big. "You sure it has nothing to do with Eddie staying in our house for three days?" Your eyes widen, he always sees right through you. Damn this kid's intellect. You don't dare to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"NO!" You protest, knitting your eyebrows in annoyance. "I just think life is short, and I should get some quality time with my baby brother. That's all! Now, I'm going to bed. And if you so much as imply that I like Eddie in any way when your friends are here, I'm going to smother you in your sleep!" You start walking back down the hall, ignoring Dustin's giggling. You slam your bedroom door shut, slumping to the floor as you lean against it. You dread what's to come tomorrow, Dustin is sure to blow it for you. He’s notorious for flapping his gums when he’s overly amused by something. And him discovering your crush on Eddie is one of the most amusing things he's ever heard.

You eventually climb into bed, trying to put thoughts of how badly tomorrow could go out of your mind. You try to focus on something nice, something good to help you fall asleep. Before you know it, Eddie floods your brain. You let your mind wander thinking about him. How handsome he is, with his long hair and tattoos. How soft his lips look, his deep brown eyes that shine so bright. His torn jeans, his leather jacket and battle vest, his Hellfire shirt. You imagine how all of his clothing would feel under your fingertips. You can't help but wonder what his lips taste like. Cigarettes for sure, but maybe something else too? You frequently saw him eating sweets at school, they seemed to be his weakness. So maybe he also tastes like chocolate, or artificial strawberries. Your mouth waters at the thought. You hope you have a chance to find out, though you aren't sure Eddie even sees you that way. You haven't seen him much since high school, so you aren't even sure he'd remember you. You drift off to sleep just as you begin to imagine kissing him.

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N! Wake up! You're gonna be late!" You stir in bed, groaning loudly, pulling the comforter over your head. "Sweetie, you have classes today, and you slept through your alarm." Your eyes snap open, your mind fully realizing Mom is trying to wake you up. Your dreams were vivid and strange. Eddie was there, handsome as always. You know you were doing something with him, but the dream is slipping away from you as your mother chides you about the importance of being on time.

"Yeah, sorry, Mom. I was dreaming really heavily, but I'm getting up. I won't be late, promise." You babble with sleep still on your lips, stumbling from your bed to your dresser. You make quick work of getting dressed, barely putting any effort into your outfit. Jeans and a t-shirt will do. You brush your hair haphazardly, and don't even bother with makeup. You never really wear much anyways, but you definitely don't have time now. You run to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you can't go to class with morning breath.

"Dreaming, huh? What about?" Mom asks as she follows your path, a little too intrigued. You hope that Dustin hasn't let slip that you have a crush on one of his friends.

"Um, I can't remember. It slips away so easily once I wake up. But I'm sure it wasn't that interesting. It's usually about school." You blush as you lie, frantically going back to your bedroom to toss your books in your bag. You zip it shut and sling it over your shoulders, going down the hall to the kitchen. You grab an apple from the counter, you'll eat it on the way to school. You walk towards the entryway, slipping your feet into your sneakers. Mom follows close behind you, still digging.

"Okayyyy, if you say so. But it wouldn't hurt if you had dreams about someone. A boy, perhaps? You could stand to date someone, you've barely brought anyone home before. And you're already twenty. Men won't be chasing after you for much longer." You know Mom doesn't mean that in a hurtful way, it’s just her personal experience. Since Dad left, she's never had much luck in the small dating pool Hawkins has to offer. Especially to someone her age who has two kids. You can't help but be a bit annoyed by her prying into your personal business, though.

"Mom, I'm telling you it was nothing. And even if it was, it's none of your business. And I'm only twenty, there's plenty of time for finding a man, if I even want to do that. I'm an adult, and I'll talk to you about things like this when I want to. But I can't have this conversation right now, or maybe ever. I'm already running late. I'll be back after classes. I love you, Mom." She stands speechless with her mouth hanging open as you walk out the door. You slam it behind you, hating that her lecture has put you in a bad mood. You glance at your watch, shaking your head. Class starts in ten minutes, but it's a fifteen minute bike ride. You think you can make it if you really push yourself.

You go to the side of the house to retrieve your bike. You do have your license, but Mom needs the car for her job. You hop onto the bike, and begin pedaling as fast as you can down the road. You're panting as you pedal, struggling to take bites of your apple while you ride. You're approaching the downtown area, the streets are busy with people on their way to work and school, you have to be careful here. You're lucky enough to hit every green light as you pass the pharmacy, the library, the movie theater.

You're still a ways away from the community college, you check your watch again. Five minutes left, and you need at least eight. You look back up to see that the light you're coming to is yellow, about to turn red. You don't have time to stop, so you pedal even harder. Your lungs are on fire at this point, and you've given up on your apple.

You zoom into the intersection, just as a beat-up van begins to move forward on your right. It collides into you, hitting your front tire and knocking you over. You scream as you fall, scraping your hands and knees against the road. The apple falls from your hand, rolling into the intersection. The van stops, the tires screeching loudly. You're laying on the ground, shaking with fear. You hear the driver open the door and hop out to check on you. Other vehicles have also stopped, drivers stepping out to observe the scene.

"Oh, fuck. Are you alright?" You hear a familiar voice from the driver of the van. No, this cannot be happening. Not here, not him, not now. You feel two large hands grabbing your shoulders to sit you up to face him. You turn your head and find Eddie kneeling next to you. "Hey, you okay, Henderson?" He asks, concern lacing his voice. He does remember me. He waves a hand in front of you, but you're too dumbstruck to say anything. "Did you hit your head? How many fingers am I holding up?" He asks as he puts up three fingers.

"Three. And I'm fine, just some scrapes. Nothing to worry about. I'm gonna be late for class." You try to stand, but you hiss as you feel your palms and knees sting. You start to fall again. Eddie catches you in his arms.

"Let me see." He says, looking into your eyes. You show him your hands, they're bleeding and have little pebbles lodged in the cuts. He checks your knees, your jeans are torn, and the flesh is also scraped and bloody. "Okay, I'll get you in the van. We'll get you cleaned up and then I'll drive you to class." He stutters as he speaks, he's pretty shaken up. Eddie stands with you still in his arms, carrying you to the passenger door. He's surprisingly strong, given how skinny he is. He opens the door, placing you inside the passenger seat, gently shutting you inside.

Eddie goes to grab your bike from the road, but the front tire is busted. "Shit." You hear him mutter as he lifts it up. You see the damage, cursing yourself for being so careless. Now you don't have a way to class, unless you walk. He carries the bike to the back of the van, placing it in as politely as possible. He shuts the doors, and runs back to the front. The onlookers are still staring, making your cheeks burn red. It's so embarrassing, half the town saw you eat it in the middle of the road. Eddie waves them away, assuring he'll take care of you and your bike.

Everyone seems satisfied and moves on with their day. Traffic resumes movement, and Eddie enters the van again. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll do everything I can to tend to your wounds and fix your bike." He says, eyes focused on the road as he starts driving. But he's not going towards your school. Instead, he's heading in the direction of the supermarket.

"No, Eddie. Don't be sorry. I was the one rushing, risking exactly what happened just now so I could make it on time. I was being stupid. And don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do anything for me. It's my own fault, I一"

"Cut that shit out, Y/N. I don't want you to blame yourself. It wasn't exactly smart, but I'm the one that hit you. So relax, and let me help you. Shit, I forgot how stubborn you can be." He looks at you with stern eyes, serious about taking care of you. You nod silently, deciding to do as he asks. "Good, now I'm gonna go in the store and get supplies to clean you up." He says as he pulls into the lot of the market, parking as close to the door as possible. "Do you want anything while I'm in there, Henderson?" He asks.

"No thanks. I don't want to be any trouble." You shake your head.

"It's the least I can do, Y/N. I did almost run you over with my van, after all. You're sure you don't want anything?" He tentatively waits for your answer.

"It's very sweet of you, Eddie. But I promise, I'm fine. Just try not to take too long. My mom's gonna kill me if she knows I missed classes today." You plead at him with your eyes to just do what he insists on doing and get you to school as soon as possible. He nods, seeming to get the message.

"No problem, princess. Just wait here, I won't be long." He smiles at you, and leaves the van, running into the store. You can't help but look at his ass while he runs, feeling your cheeks heat up when you realize what you’ve done. You also realize something else. He called you 'princess'. You giggle at the nickname, replaying how it sounded coming from Eddie's lips. You don't even notice Eddie getting back into the van about ten minutes later as you continue to fantasize about him. "Hello? Earth to Y/N. You sure you didn't hit your head?" Eddie waves his hands in front of your face again, snapping you out of your trance.

"Sorry. I'm fine. No concussions here, I swear." Your cheeks burn even more as he's caught you daydreaming.

"Maybe not, but you're looking redder than a commie right about now. What were you thinking about?" Eddie smirks, mentally guessing what potentially dirty things played out inside your head.

You gasp at his question, feeling exposed. "Uh...nothing. Just a dream I had last night. It's not important."

"Hmm, a dream you say? And what, pray tell, were you dreaming about?" He's very curious to know if perhaps he made an appearance. He can't help but smile wider, watching your whole face turn a deep shade of crimson. He thinks you're so cute when you're embarrassed.

"It's nothing you'd want to hear about. Girly stuff. We're wasting time here, I really need to get to class." You look down at your hands, the blood on them turning a dark brown as it dries.

"Right." He sighs, frowning. He didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. He reaches into the bag of items he bought, pulling out some disinfectant and a couple rags. He opens the bottle, squirting some of the liquid onto one of the rags. You hold your hands out to him, and he takes one of your wrists. "This is gonna sting, but I have to get all the blood and dirt off before I can pick out the pebbles." You just nod to give him the go-ahead. He wipes your palm gently, dabbing away the dirt and blood. You hiss in pain, you've never had so much skin scraped off before. "It's alright, Y/N. I'm tryin’ to be quick, but gentle. I don't wanna hurt you more than I already have." His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see his gentle expression. It makes you blush again, which he takes note of, smiling slightly.

"It's fine, Eddie. Really." You try to reassure him, but he's not convinced. He finishes disinfecting your hands, and goes back into the bag to pull out some tweezers. Eddie makes quick work of plucking all the tiny rocks out of your skin. "Ouch!" You yelp as he accidentally pinches your sore flesh, almost pulling your hand away.

"Shit, sorry. I'm tryin’ my best, some of these fuckers are tiny." He brings his face closer to your hands, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he looks over his work. He pulls out one more stone, dropping it on the floor. "And...done!" He says cheerfully, and you can't help but giggle at him. "Ha! Finally, a smile on that pretty face!" He smirks at you, and it gives you a chill. "Jeez, you are something else, Y/N." He chuckles as he pulls out some ointment and bandages.

"What do you mean?" You question, starting to feel nervous. Did he see you checking him out? No, he couldn't have. You know how to be subtle.

"Relax, Henderson. It's not that serious. What I mean though, is that you're very keen on putting on a brave face for some reason. You've got all these walls built up. You act like you don't need anybody, when clearly you do." He focuses on bandaging your hands as he speaks, the feeling of his skin on yours making you tingle.

"Is that right?" You ask incredulously. You want to feel offended by his words, but he's got you all figured out. You try your best to be independent, and you don't take kindly to people doting on you. You don't want to be a burden.

"Oh, I know I'm right. You've always been like that, even back in high school. You refused any help with bullies, or when your Dad left. You hold up the world on your shoulders, but you don't need to carry so much weight. It's not all yours, ya know." He lifts your bandaged hands up, turning them over. He kisses them lightly while making eye contact with you.

Your eyes widen, and you can't help gasping. "You don't know me, Munson." You snatch your hands away, trying to be angry with him. You hate that he sees right through you. It makes you feel like everybody else does, too. And all they see under your tough exterior is a scared little girl who can't handle anything.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Y/N. I'm just trying to help." Eddie says quietly, turning his attention to your knees. You suck in a breath at the sting of cleanser again, luckily there aren't any pebbles in your legs. You just want him to hurry up and take you to school. You’ve already got a plan hatched now. You’re going to finish out your day, go home, and tell Dustin to forget having you sit in on Hellfire tonight. You can't sit across from Eddie after he's laid everything out like this. It’s so embarrassing, and you want to hate him for it.

"Look, I appreciate the concern. But I don't need your help. I don't need anyone’s help. I can do just fine on my own, and I don't need you digging into my head like this. If I needed someone to do that, I'd see a fucking psychiatrist. Got it?" You almost yell at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His mouth falls open in shock, and he just stares at you. After a moment he's smirking again, and it gives you the urge to slap him. "Why are you looking at me like that, Eddie? Am I amusing to you?" You scowl at him. He can really be an ass sometimes.

"You are very amusing to me, Y/N. In more ways than you think. But I gotta say, you look sexy when you're angry." He chuckles, resuming his work. You can only manage to laugh with him, feeling like you've lost your mind. The fact that you yelled at him hasn't disturbed him in the slightest. Not only that, he thinks it was attractive. "And I'm not meaning to pry, sweetheart. But, can I level with you?" You nod while rolling your eyes, refusing to say anything. He might as well keep talking since you're not fully bandaged yet. "This whole defensive thing you're doing doesn't help anybody. I get why you do it, I've been there. But it seems like what you really need is someone to be there for you. Sure, you've got Dustin and your mom, but you don't seem to have anyone outside of your family. Everyone needs that, Y/N. And all I'm trying to do is be that person for you, but only if you let me. Bottling up the way you do is only going to make you explode later. And next time, it might be on someone much less forgiving than me."

You take some time to think over what Eddie’s just said, mulling the words over in your mind. He’s right. Outside of your home, you don't have anyone. All your friends from Hawkins High went elsewhere for college. And your current lab partner definitely doesn't count, either. You sigh, admitting defeat. "Alright, fine. You've got me pegged, Eds. And yeah, I'm defensive. I have good reason to be, though. I learned the hard way that you can't rely on or trust anyone." Tears begin to build in your eyes, and you curse yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. Eddie just nods, listening to you speak. "When Dad left, it tore our family apart. He ran off with his secretary, for fuck's sake. How cliche can you get? He doesn't even send birthday cards to me or Dusty. No calls, no visits, nothing. He just up and decided he didn't want us anymore."

You sob after the last sentence leaves your lips. You can't hold back anymore, and you don't want to. You feel a rush of relief washing over you as you cry. You've never opened up to anyone about how your parents separating has affected you. Tons of people get divorced, most of them with kids. You’ve told yourself there’s no reason for you to be upset over something so normal. You’ve never allowed yourself to feel anything about it at all, until now.

Eddie finishes bandaging you up, and tosses the remaining supplies into the back of the van. Then he pulls you from your seat, and into his lap. He holds you in his arms, wiping your tears as they run down your face. Your head lays on his shoulder, and your arms are wrapped around his neck. He looks down at you with genuine care, which makes your heart swell. "I'm so sorry, princess. Your dad sounds like a real piece of shit. You deserve so much better than that." He strokes your hair, keeping it out of your eyes.

"I'm glad you think so, Eds." You sniffle. "But I can't help but wonder what I did to make him want nothing to do with me. I was only twelve. What does a twelve year old do so wrong that her own father abandons her?" You look into Eddie's eyes, begging him for the answer. But who can truly answer such a question?

"Nothing, Y/N. It's not on you, or Dustin, or even your mom. He acted on his own selfishness, that's all. I really hope you won't continue to blame yourself for that." His hand caresses your cheek, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver.

"I guess when you put it like that, it's pretty stupid. I'll try not to do that anymore." You say sadly, and he frowns slightly.

"It's not stupid, Y/N. People blame themselves all the time when they get hurt by others. I'm just saying you don't have to, because it isn't your fault. That's it. So quit insulting yourself, okay?"

"Okay. I promise." You reply quietly, nodding in agreement.

"Good. Now, let's get you to class, hm? I'm sure you missed a good chunk by now, but you'll live." He smiles at you, patting your thigh for you to get off of him. You climb back into your own seat, and Eddie starts up the van again.

It only takes a few minutes to reach Hawkins Community College, and the whole ride there is in silence. The air between you and Eddie feels different now, electric. You don't want to bring attention to it, you doubted Eddie’s even noticed. He parks right in front of the main entrance, turning to look at you. You mirror him, he seems like he's waiting for you to break the silence. "Thanks for um...driving me here. And helping me, and listening to me. You're a nice guy, Eddie." You say while looking down at your hands.

"Please, it's the least I could do. And I'll take your bike to the repair shop for you. What time are you done with classes today?" He asks.

"Uh, three-thirty. Why?" You ask, confused.

"So I can pick you up, silly. You didn't think I'd let you walk all the way home did you? What kind of man do you take me for?" He says in feigned offense, clutching his chest like you’ve stabbed him.

"Oh, well, thank you. I appreciate that, Eddie." You smile at him, and he smiles back. "I guess I should be going, I'll see you later." You turn to open your door, when you feel his hand on your arm. You turn to face him again. "Something wrong?" You ask when you see how desperate he looks to say something to you.

"No, I just一" Eddie stares at you a moment, before deciding to bite his tongue. "Nevermind." He shakes his head, laughing it off. "Have a good day, princess. I'll be back at three-thirty, 'kay?" He blushes slightly, and you wonder what that's about. Eddie is not one to blush, not without good reason. You decide to look past it, focusing on the fact that you're very late for class.

"Okay, three-thirty. Thanks again, Eddie. Really." You open the door and hop down out of the van. You groan slightly as your knees still hurt to bend, today is going to be rough. You glance back at him before closing the door. "See you later, Munson." You grin up at him.

"Later, Y/N." He replies, smirking back at you. You shut the door, turning to walk inside. You make a point to sway your hips just a bit more than usual as you walk, hoping he'll appreciate the view. He seems to because you hear him accidentally honk the horn. You turn back to look. Eddie's blushing like an idiot, smacking his head in embarrassment that his hand slipped as he was staring at your ass. You giggle as you wave coyly at him. He waves back, visibly gulping from nervousness. He shakily starts up the van, tearing out of the parking lot like he just pulled off a bank robbery.

You can't help but laugh at the sight. You made the Eddie Munson lose his cool. Not many people can boast that achievement. You run into the school, thinking about how fun this weekend is truly going to be. You only hope the clock will move faster than usual so you can see Eddie again.

Part 1.2: Do You Wanna Touch Me?

You're in your final class for the day, the large clock on the wall reads 3:25. Just five more minutes until you get to see Eddie again, he's been playing over in your mind all day. You haven't even bothered to pay attention in class, all you can think about is how big his smile is, how his voice sounds, the way his hands feel when they touch you. Luckily none of your professors have called on you like they usually do. Perhaps they’ve noticed your bandages and decided it best to let you be today. You look at the clock again, 3:27. Fuck, can't time go any faster?

You try your hardest to stop staring at that damn clock, looking out the large window to your right. It gives you a great view of the parking lot, and you just happen to see Eddie out there. He's leaning against the van, smoking a cigarette. God, he looks so hot when he smokes. You've never really gotten into it, but you wouldn't mind smoking with him. He's not that far away, but doesn't seem to notice you staring.

"Alright everyone, that's all for today! Don't forget to do the reading on microorganisms. And your 10-page essays on Bacteria vs. Viruses are due on Monday! I'll see you all next week." You're snapped out of your trance as your professor dismisses the class. You gather your things, shoving them into your bag. You dash out of the classroom, running down the halls to get outside. You push the front door open, and rush over to Eddie.

"Well, well, someone's happy to see me!" Eddie greets you as he takes another drag. You lean against the van beside Eddie, twiddling with your hands.

"Maybe. You are my ride home, after all. Is the bike fixed yet?" You ask.

"Oh, it'll be ready next week. I've got a guy who owes me a favor, so he'll do it free of charge. But I can drive you until then, if you like." Eddie says with the cigarette between his lips. He pulls the pack from his jacket pocket, gesturing it at you to offer you one.

"Oh, thanks." You grab a cigarette from the box, holding it between your fingers. Eddie pulls out his lighter, igniting it. You put the cigarette to your lips, leaning into the flame. You take a long drag, letting the smoke flow back out casually. He just stares at you as he puts the pack and lighter away. "And yeah, I guess you can be my ride." A sly smile spreads on your lips as you speak. He chokes on the drag he’s inhaling, your phrasing taking him by surprise. You playfully smack his chest and laugh. "Not like that, you pervert. You can drive me to school, as long as it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all, princess." He says, clearing his throat. "But I think you know full well what you're doing. It's cute, but very dangerous." His eyes have changed, they seem darker now. His free hand is stroking your arm suggestively, and it makes your skin tingle. You shudder at the sensation, and he smirks.

"And what exactly do you think I'm doing?" You ask, playing dumb. You can't help your heart starting to race, though, or your voice becoming unsteady. You can't stop staring into his eyes, they almost hypnotize you.

"I think you're being a tease, Y/N." He speaks to you lowly now, his tone deep and seductive. His lips come very close to yours as he speaks. "Now, I like you. And you seem to like me, too. All I'm saying is that two can play at your little game, and I always win." Eddie leans in just a little bit more, and you instinctively move to close the gap. Your eyes close as you expect to make contact with him. But before your lips can meet, Eddie moves his head back. You stumble forward in the newly empty space. Eddie laughs as you open your eyes, blushing when you realize he faked you out. "Something wrong, princess?" He teases, feigning ignorance to what he just did.

"You-" Your mouth moves but no words seem to form. You can't believe he’d play you for a fool like that. If it's a game he wants, it's a game he'll get. "You're an ass. You know that?" Is all you can manage to say. You scoot away from him slightly, crossing your arms. You glare at him, and he's just grinning like the devil. You take another drag, huffing the smoke out as you exhale.

"What? Giving up already?" He moves closer, laughing in amusement.

"What exactly are you proposing, Munson? Are you challenging me like the child you are?" You question him, cocking an eyebrow. You're annoyed, but admittedly very interested in playing with him.

"Hey, if anyone's the child here, it's you. You're the one getting all pissy. But yes, I am indeed offering you a challenge. Which you totally started, by the way." He's far too entertained for your liking, and you roll your eyes. "Come on, you mean to tell me you aren't dying to know which of us would cave in to lust first? I saw you staring at my ass when I went in the store earlier. Those automatic doors sure are reflective, sweetheart." You gasp, blushing at the fact that he did see you, and didn't say anything this whole time.

"Oh, you're one to talk, Eddie! You literally honked at me as you watched MY ass walk into school!" You poke a finger into his chest roughly. "I don't think you're as controlled as you claim you are. You know what? You're on! And when I win, you'll be sorry."

He's unphased by your words, his expression staying the same. "And when I win, you'll be mine." He whispers, and he plants a kiss on your neck. You tense at the contact, the back of your head hitting the van. "Watch your head there, Y/N. Don't need a concussion ruining our fun, do we?" He laughs, flicking his spent cigarette away. You take the last drag of yours, blowing the smoke in his face. You stomp the butt out on the pavement, and wordlessly get into the passenger side. Eddie runs around the other side, climbing into his seat. "Before we head to your place, I gotta pick up a couple members of the club. Ian and James Tanner. I'm sure you've met them before. Then we have to make a snack run, per Dustin's request. If you don't mind helping, I'd highly appreciate it." He reaches over nonchalantly to place his hand just above your knee.

You stare at his hand, feeling your body start to heat up. You're already frazzled and he's barely touched you. You meet his gaze, shocked to see him looking cool as a cucumber. Eddie smiles at you innocently as his hand travels further up to your thigh. It stays there, squeezing the flesh, and you struggle to speak. "Y-Yeah. I can help, no problem." You smile weakly. Dammit, he’s way too good at this. You'll be lucky to last until you get home at the rate he's going.

"Sounds like a plan, sweetheart." He lets go of your thigh, turning to face the steering wheel. He shifts the van into gear, pulling out of the lot a bit too fast. He may not show it on the outside, but he's just as revved up as you are. He carelessly swerves and makes turns at the wrong times. Luckily he hasn't caused an accident by the time you reach the Tanner house.

It's a small house with a broken front window. Weeds are overgrown in the yard, and a yapping chihuahua runs towards the van. Two boys are sitting on the front stoop, and they wave as you pull into the driveway. You recognize them, Dustin has had them over for sleepovers before as they're in the same grade. Ian and James are identical twins, and they’re very kind and polite. They aren't well off by any means, but they never show it. The boys stand up in unison, quickly moving to the back of the van. They climb in the double doors, tossing heavy backpacks down. A woman who appears to be their mother waves from the screen door, opening it slightly to let the dog inside. Eddie waves back, smiling at her.

"Hey, Y/N." Ian and James say simultaneously as they settle in just before Eddie peels away from their humble home.

"Hello, boys. You excited for your big campaign?" You crane your neck to speak to the boys. You make a point to be extra nice to Dustin's friends, they usually need it more than most.

"Hell yeah!" Ian chirps. James nods in agreement.

"I bet. Dusty won't shut up about it, so much so that he convinced me to sit in and watch. And maybe next time I'll join you in playing." You look at Eddie, who's eyebrow cocks at your suggestion. "Oh, I hope that's okay, Eddie." You say as you bat your eyelashes at him.

"Of course, Y/N. Who am I to deny such a pretty girl, hm?" His eyes blaze with glee, he’ll certainly use this idea against you in your little bet.

"Shit." You mutter under your breath.

"What was that, princess?" Eddie inquires. He doesn't miss a damn thing, does he? You can't help but marvel at him, tonight is sure to be interesting.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." You say plainly. You turn to gaze out the window, you don't dare look in his direction. He plays nice for the remainder of the drive to the store, blasting Metallica on the stereo. You let yourself space out, trying to cool off. How does he manage to be so sexy while doing so little? You suddenly feel Eddie shaking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Hey, space cadet. It's time to shop, let's go." Eddie massages your shoulder slightly, teasing you again. It shouldn't be making your skin light on fire, but somehow it does. You do your best to hold back a moan, biting your lip. Eddie grins at you, eating up any reaction you give him. You all exit the van, walking into the store in pairs. The twins in front, you and Eddie behind. You quickly separate from the group, some distance could help you keep calm. But Eddie has other ideas. You grab a handbasket and make a beeline for the chips, and stand for a bit deciding between Classic or BBQ. Eddie walks behind you, dragging his hand across your back as he goes past. You gasp, whipping your head to look at him. "Something the matter, Y/N?" He asks innocently.

"Nope. All good." You answer, acting neutral. You pick the BBQ chips and put them in your basket. You pretend to look at liters of soda on the other side as you walk, stopping right behind him. You bring your hand up to his head, digging your fingers into his hair. You scratch on his scalp real slow, and he moans. Ha! Point: Y/N. You stop shortly after, moving your hand away. He turns around to look at you, but your back is turned now. You act like you don't even notice him, picking up a couple large bottles of Mountain Dew. Once they're secure in your basket, you feel Eddie smack your ass. Hard. You yelp in surprise, almost dropping the basket to the floor. Point: Eddie.

"Shhh, better keep quiet. We don't want the kiddos to know what we're up to." He whispers into your ear, making you shudder. Eddie's standing very close behind you, his body heat radiating from him. You decide to get even by backing yourself into him, making sure your ass rubs right over his crotch. He whimpers at the contact. Point: Y/N. "Fuck, you don't play fair, do you?" He purrs. He moves your hair to the side, exposing your neck. He then proceeds to lick the entire length of it, all the way to your jaw.

"Jesus, Eddie. How are you so fucking hot?" You say with a lustful sigh, proud of yourself for not moaning. Although, the feeling of his warm tongue is quickly getting you wet.

"Practice, I guess. And that sexy little sigh you let out still counts, princess." Dammit. Point: Eddie. You separate yourself from him again, walking to the next aisle. Rows of shiny candy bars glisten in front of you. You make sure to get some 3 Musketeers, Dustin's favorite. You're about to grab your own favorite, when Eddie suddenly appears beside you. He grips your wrist, stopping your movement. You try to resist, but he's stronger than you. He brings your wrist up to his lips, kissing it while looking in your eyes. You stare at him, mouth agape as he kisses your arm all the way to the inside of your elbow.

You're feeling ridiculously warm in here, maybe the AC is busted. Your eyes are wide, your chest rising and falling quicker than usual. You give no other reaction, much to Eddie's dismay. He drops your arm, picking out a Hershey bar. He lets it fall into your basket. "My favorite." He says simply, and turns to walk away from you. You just stand in place, amazed at his behavior. One second, he's licking and kissing you. The next, it's like nothing ever happened. You realize now you need to up your game. But not here, this round is definitely ending in a tie. Plus, it’s only a matter of time before either the twins or an employee catches you. And you can't have that.

You eventually make your way up to the checkout, meeting the others in line. You take a moment to see what everyone else picked as the items are placed on the conveyor belt. There's quite a variety, Twizzlers, Crunch Bars, New Coke, A&W, tortilla chips and salsa, Cheetos, the items you chose, and a few other similar choices. But at the very end, are Eddie's picks. A couple six-packs of beer, a carton of cigarettes, and condoms. Fucking condoms. This man is so confident you'll put out, he isn't even embarrassed to buy them in front of you. Cocky bastard.

You lean over to speak into his ear, pulling his locks aside. "If you think you're gonna lay me that easily, you've got another thing coming." And you slyly bite his earlobe, returning to your original position afterwards. He gasps, not expecting you to make such a bold move in front of the kids, or the cashier. Nobody seems to notice, but his cheeks burn with sudden shyness. You can't help giggling at his reaction. He's very cute when he does that. He breathes out heavily, composing himself.

"That'll be $32.45, sir." The cashier says once everything has been rung up. The twins make quick work of bagging everything up while Eddie pulls out his wallet. He gives the cashier two twenties, and clumsily shoves the change he receives into his pocket.

"Thanks, man." Eddie says, going to the end of the line to grab a couple of the bags. "Alright, let's go home, little demons!" He says to the boys, and they all walk out ahead of you while shoving each other around playfully. There's one bag left on the end, the one with Eddie's special items in it. You grab it, running after them to the van. Everyone gets settled in with all the goodies, and Eddie drives to your house.

Once you arrive, Eddie turns to the twins. "Hey guys, why don't you take the bags in for us, okay? We'll be there in a minute." He smiles at them, and they nod while grabbing all the bags besides the one you still had in your hands. They run to your front door like maniacs, and you see Dustin letting them inside after they ring the doorbell. You notice a couple bikes outside in the yard, the Sinclairs have already arrived. You look at Eddie, noticing him staring at you.

"What's up, Eds?" You ask.

"Nothin’, just...thinking." He replies with a suspicious grin. Eddie takes your hands in his, lifting them to his lips to kiss them.

"What about?" You can tell he's up to something.

"About how I'm gonna make you pay for that stunt you pulled at the checkout. It was brave, but it was also a big mistake. I was holding back before, Y/N. I can do so much worse than that." He chuckles darkly. Your eyes widen, you've really done it now. "Just you wait and see, princess. By the end of the night, you'll be begging me to fuck you." He gives you a shit-eating grin, and drops your hands. He gets out of the van without another word, leaving you dumbstruck. You struggle to gather your thoughts, but all you can think is how incredibly turned on you are.

Once you're able to think straight, you grab your belongings and run to the house. You push open the door to see everyone bustling around to set up the game. A couple folding tables from the attic are standing in your living room, and Eddie makes it his mission to put everything in its perfect place. Dustin and the Sinclairs are helping him, listening to his barked orders. James and Ian are in the kitchen, putting drinks in the refrigerator and dumping the snacks onto the counter. You take the beer from Eddie's bag to add to the fridge, and then stop in your room to put your schoolbag away. You decide to keep Eddie's other items in your room, out of sight from your nosy mother. You turn to leave, and you find Mom standing before you with her arms crossed.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You didn't come home after classes like you said. Wait, what are those?!" She points at your bandages, suddenly very worried.

"Mom, it's nothing. I was on the way to school and I tried to cross an intersection too late. Eddie ended up hitting me and I fell and scraped my hands and knees." You try to keep her calm, she always spirals any time you or Dustin get so much as a paper cut.

"He did what!? And you came back here with him? Why didn't you call me?" She frantically bombards you with questions.

"Mom, I promise it's okay. He stopped and helped me, he got the bandages for me and cleaned me up. It was my fault, I went in the road when I shouldn't have. And he feels really bad about it, so, please don't bring it up. My bike did get a bit damaged, but he took it to a shop to get fixed. And he's going to drive me until it's ready, okay? Just calm down." You barely stop to take a breath, doing everything you can to keep her from throwing Eddie out on his ass.

"You can't be careless like that, Y/N. You could've been seriously hurt, or even killed! And I can't lose you, sugarpuff." Mom has called you sugarpuff ever since you were five. You don't know where the name came from, but you always liked it. She has tears forming in her eyes, and she pulls you into a suffocating hug. "You and Dusty are all I have. If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do." You can't help but feel a bit guilty. You put your life at risk, and for what? To not be late to class one time? You hug her tight, letting her know you understand how she feels. You're her child, and you always will be.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Really, I didn't mean to make you upset. I won't be so careless again, okay? But I should go help with the campaign. I'm watching them play tonight." She lets you go when she hears that last part, looking at you oddly.

"Really? Hmm, interesting." She gives you a knowing look. Dammit, you are gonna murder Dustin for his loose lips. "Well, have fun, sugarpuff. And don't do anything I wouldn't do." You gasp, surprised that your own mother would be condoning you potentially being intimate with a certain someone who’s currently shouting about dice in the living room. She scoffs at you. "Don't be so prudish, Y/N. You're a grown woman, right? Go get 'em." She says with a laugh, going to her room to let you and the club be. She might pop out every so often for a snack or the bathroom, but she knows not to intrude when you or Dustin have company. She may be pushy sometimes, but she tries her hardest to give you space where it’s needed.

"Hey." You hear Eddie whisper from behind you, making you jump. You whip around to face him, his body very close to yours. "We're just about ready now. You wanna come sit next to me, princess?" He asks while leaning even closer to you. You wait to see what move he's going to make, watching his hand raise and aim for your chest. You start breathing heavily, anticipating his touch. He looks at you with eyes of fire, wetting his suddenly dry lips. You want him to touch you so badly, you wish he'd just do it already. You close your eyes, waiting expectantly. "Boop." You feel his finger on the tip of your nose, and your eyes snap open. Eddie fakes you out yet again, and you can't help the frustrated sigh that falls from your lips. "Aww, were you expecting something else? Seems like you'll break soon enough. Come on, it's game time." He's so smug about his effect on you, rubbing it in your face. He puts his hand out for you to take, and you do. The feeling of his warm skin on yours is electric.

You walk together down the hall, and into the living room. He leads you over to the head of the table, and you take the seat beside his. The others have already taken their places, and they notice you and Eddie holding hands. Once you're both seated, he lets your hand go, and you can't help quietly whining at the loss. He smirks at you, his moves on you working exactly as planned. Or so he thinks. You make a quick move to scoot your chair as close to him as possible. He raises a warning eyebrow at you, and you just smile at him innocently.

"Alright, everybody. Let's get this shit started." Eddie announces. "And for anyone out of the loop, the lovely Y/N will be sitting in tonight. And she might even be joining our little club." Everyone nods in approval, eager to get things moving. You watch Eddie closely as he starts the campaign, taking in how theatrical he is while he leads the story. His eyes shine bright, and his voice morphs into different characters. You can't help giggling when his voice goes high to play the women. You glance around the table, taking in how everyone plays so well together.

You do your best to pay attention to how everything works. Turns, skills, weapons, the dice, it’s a lot to take in. But it’s easy to see why everyone here enjoys playing so much. Outside of all the math and note-taking, it’s an adventure. And you can't wait to join the next one. Eddie looks over at you often during the game, though only for a moment. He's very passionate and focused when it comes to D&D. You glance at your watch, shocked to see three hours have already passed. You decide now is your time to make moves on him. The table blocks the view of your hands from the others, and you bring your right hand to Eddie's thigh. He stumbles over his words, his body tensing up under your touch. His eyes meet yours as he continues to speak, trying to keep the rest of the table oblivious to what you're doing.

Your hand slowly goes further, higher up his thigh. Eddie's heart begins to race, and he almost shouts his next sentence when you finally reach his crotch. His hand bangs on the table, causing the others to jump. "You alright there, Eddie?" Dustin asks. Everyone's eyes move to their dungeon master, watching him closely.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just uh...I think we all need a small break." He says while narrowing his eyes at you. Everyone voices agreement, and stands from the table. Dustin heads for the bathroom, and the others go to the kitchen for more snacks. You and Eddie are the only ones still seated, and your hand is still between his legs. You feel his dick hardening just beneath your fingers, and you decide to palm him through his jeans. He moans, gripping your wrist. Point: Y/N. "Christ, you're really asking for it, aren't you? I was gonna play nice for a bit longer. But now you've pushed this past the point of no return." He chuckles as he places his hand over yours, squeezing roughly. You look in his eyes with a sly smile on your face as you continue to grope him. His eyes bore into you with lust, the room igniting around the both of you.

"Do your worst, Munson. I can't imagine you can take much more of this. You talk a big game, but your cock tells me everything I need to know." You let him out of your grip, causing him to whine. He tries to stifle it, but you know you're very close to winning the whole thing. Sure, you're playing a little dirty. But he’s so sure he'll beat you, so smug about it. You can't stand to let him win.

After a few minutes, the others return to the table. Eddie proceeds with the adventure, giving his full attention to everyone except you. He isn't even glancing in your direction anymore, and it's driving you mad. You mentally beg him to look in your direction, but he doesn't answer your plea. This fucker is working his magic on you, making you desperate for anything he’s willing to give you. You try to hide your frustration, but your knee impulsively bobs up and down rapidly. Eddie only takes notice because his own knee is flush against yours. He finally gives you the attention you've been craving. A look that acknowledges your wanting, while also teasing you for it. He knows precisely how his methods are affecting you, putting his hand on your knee to make it stop bouncing. You hold back a moan, not wanting to give yourself away.

Eddie winks at you, and his own hand moves slowly up your leg. He stops at your thigh, holding his hand there. Your heart is pounding, and your panties are becoming increasingly wet the more he touches you. You're panting slightly, looking in his eyes to beg him for more. He gives you a subtle nod, while still directing the group in the campaign perfectly. Nobody notices what’s going on, because Eddie is more than capable of multitasking. He makes a point to show you just how well he can focus on two things at once. His hand migrates to the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button, and pulling the zipper down. Once your pants are open, he slips his hand inside. His eyes are not on you while he does this, he makes sure to distract everyone from what he's doing to you.

You gasp when Eddie strokes your clit over your panties, but you cover it with a cough. A few eyes move towards you, but you wave them away, blaming allergies. The attention once again returns to Eddie. His hand continues to stroke you over your underwear, he can feel the thin material moistening under his fingertip. Your skin starts to burn, your blood boiling in your veins. He goes under your panties now, running his fingers through your slick folds. You hold back your moans, biting your lip. You place an elbow on the table, holding your head in your palm to disguise your mouth with subtlety.

His fingers continue to stroke you, rubbing your clit in persistent circles. Your cunt is consistently dripping into your jeans, his touches tying a large knot in your belly. He manages to insert a finger into your pussy, which causes your knee to hit the underside of the table. Everyone looks at you, including Eddie. "Careful, Y/N. You already hurt your knee once today, take it easy." He smirks.

"Sorry, won't happen again. Continue." You struggle to get the words out. Your knee stings from your wound, but the pleasure Eddie continues to give you while acting like nothing is happening makes your head spin. His finger starts curling inside you, slow and steady to not make too much noise.

You're doing everything you can to keep control of your sounds and movements. You have to act natural, the game must go on unnoticed. Eddie adds a second finger, which makes you want to scream. You want to give in, to tackle him to the ground so you can have your way with him. You don't even care about everybody else in the room. You want to ride him, right here and right now. You feel the knot growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap. Your walls flutter around Eddie's fingers. When he realizes you're just about to cum, he pulls away. Your high runs for the hills, leaving you unsatisfied. You groan loudly, scowling at Eddie.

"Are you alright, Y/N? You're acting weirder than usual." Erica asks.

"Erica! Don't be rude." Lucas scolds her.

"What? It's just the facts! She's been acting strange for hours. what gives?" Erica crosses her arms, waiting to hear an explanation.

Once again, everyone's eyes are on you. You blush madly, stuttering. "I'm一" You glance at Eddie, who offers no help, only a self-congratulatory grin. Damn him, damn him and this stupid bet. You quickly close your jeans as you come up with a reason to leave. "I just...don't feel well. All this junk food isn't agreeing with me. I'll stop interrupting you guys. Sorry. Goodnight." You bolt out of your chair and run to the safety of your bedroom. You slam the door behind you, your back leaning against it.

You start to cry, feeling so embarrassed. You're sure the kids bought your story, but it was so humiliating. To have Eddie touching you like that, with everyone in the room. Sure, you started it, but it wasn't like you had his dick out under the table. Not only that, he denied you in order to get a reaction, drawing attention to you over something so private. You decide to just stay in your room for the rest of the weekend, hiding from everybody. Especially Eddie.

A few hours pass, you're still in front of your door crying. You're on the floor now, and you hear everyone calling it a night. Dustin says goodnight to you through the door, hoping you feel better soon. He goes to his room, shutting the door. The others have taken the couch or have sleeping bags on the floor. Eddie usually sleeps in his van. You think it might be safe to go pee before bed, when you hear a light knocking on the door.

"Y/N, can I come in?" It's Eddie. Of course, he wanted to gloat, right? Shove it in your face that he got the best of you. "I just want to talk. Please?"

Part 1.3: I Think We’re Alone Now

"Please let me in?” He sounds genuinely worried. You sigh and wipe your eyes, standing up to open the door. You let him in, but turn away from him to slump onto your bed. You lay down, facing the wall. Eddie closes the door behind him, sitting on the end of the bed. "Are you alright, Y/N?" He asks quietly, looking down at his hands.

"What do you think?" You snip.

"I didn't mean to upset you, princess. I一" He touches your ankle, but you tug it away.

"Don't call me that! You embarrassed me in front of the Sinclairs, the Tanners, my own brother! Was winning really worth making a fool out of me?" You say through gritted teeth.

"Y/N, I promise that wasn't my intention. What I did was stupid, and wrong. I just...I got caught up in the game. I went too far, and I'm sorry." You hear the remorse in his voice, he didn't want to hurt you. It was quite the opposite, he wanted to have fun and make you feel good. "If you want me to, I can leave right now. I’ll pick the twins up in the morning, postpone the campaign until we can host it somewhere else. I’ll even twist the arm of the repair guy to fix your bike tomorrow so you don't have to see me again."

You take his efforts to do right by you into consideration. He'd go to all that trouble to make you comfortable, regardless of how he feels about you. He clearly cares about you, he just got carried away. Your heart swells at his gesture. You just can't stay mad at him no matter how hard you try. You groan in defeat, sitting up and scooting to the end of the bed to face him. "No, you don't have to go. But let's make it a rule to not finger me in front of other people like that, okay? And you're on thin ice, metalhead."

"You got it. Cross my heart and hope to die." He says, making an 'X' on his chest with his finger. He gazes at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "So, everyone else is asleep. You wanna have a beer and a smoke outside with me?" He asks, holding his hand out to you.

"I thought you'd never ask, Munson." You smile, taking his hand. You open the door as quietly as possible, trying your best to not make any noise. Eddie follows close behind you, still holding your hand. You stop in the kitchen to grab a six-pack of beer from the fridge, then you tiptoe your way around everyone's sleeping bags. You finally reach the front door, not bothering to put on shoes. You turn the knob, trying to keep the door from squeaking on its hinges. You both slip out into the night, the cool night air tickling your skin. Eddie left his jackets inside, so you both shiver slightly.

Eddie plops down in the dewy grass of your front lawn, patting the spot next to him for you to sit. "Come here, princess." You do as he asks, sitting cross-legged like him. Your knee touches his as you sit closely to him. You set down the beers, and Eddie grabs one out of the pack. He pulls out a bottle-opener, popping off the top. He hands it to you "Ladies first." He winks at you, pulling out another bottle for himself. You chug half of it down instantly, burping loudly after you swallow. "Hmm, maybe not then." Eddie quips, taking a swig from his own beer.

"Sorry, I was just really thirsty." You blush, giggling at your own rudeness. Eddie laughs too, pulling out his cigarettes. He takes two out of the box, holding one up to your lips. You take it in your mouth, and he lights it, looking deep into your eyes. The flame casts a yellow glow on his face, highlighting his beautiful features. He moves the lighter away from you to light his own cigarette. You inhale from yours deeply, laying down in the grass before you exhale. You stare up at the night sky, taking in the shining stars and full moon. There aren't any clouds tonight, so everything is crystal clear. He copies you, putting his shoulder against yours.

"Damn, what a view!" Eddie exclaims, gesturing at the sky dramatically with his hands. You both smoke silently for a bit, your hands lacing together without realizing it. When you've reached the end of your cigarette, you swipe it roughly onto the ground to put it out before flicking it away. Eddie does the same before speaking again. "You know what a better view than this is, though?" He asks, glancing at you.

"Nope. But you can tell me if you like." You tease him, letting his hand go so you can lay on your side. You rest your head on your left arm, your right going to Eddie's chest. He sighs softly as your fingers lazily stroke him over his shirt.

"It's you, Y/N. You're more beautiful than all the stars, all the planets. All the galaxies in the universe couldn't compare to you." He says with sincerity. He turns his head to look at you, his face carrying a soft expression.

"You are being so cheesy right now." You scoff in disbelief. His smile drops a little, looking sad. "No, I like it, a lot. It's just a different side of you I didn't expect."

"I think you'll find I'm just full of surprises, Y/N." He mirrors your position, a small smile forming on his lips. You move your body closer to his, pressing yourself flush against him. Your hand cups his cheek, and you're not feeling the cold air anymore. The atmosphere has been set ablaze, the both of you breathing heavily. It's like you're running low on oxygen.

Your lips are just a whisper away from his, and you can't stop staring at them. They look so soft and plush, and you're reminded of your late-night thoughts about how they might taste. You close the gap, pushing your mouth onto his gently. You both moan at the contact, and you bite his bottom lip. He gasps, allowing your tongue access to tangle with his. You moan again when you confirm your fantasies of him. He does taste like tobacco, and beer. But there's an underlying flavor of chocolate, the Hershey bar he plopped into your handbasket at the store.

Your hands tangle into Eddie's hair, tugging it roughly. He groans, flipping you both over so you're straddling him. His hands hug the curves of your ass, and he squeezes the flesh under his fingers through your jeans. You moan into his mouth, grinding your hips down onto him. You feel his dick hardening beneath you, positioned right under your cunt. You're getting soaked again, which drives you to keep moving on him. It feels so good, but you want more. "Eddie, someone might see us out here and call the cops. Let's go back to my room, okay?" You whisper as you release his lips from yours.

"Sure thing, baby. To be continued." He jokes. You giggle playfully and move off of him. You gather the open beers back into the pack, and you hold out a hand to help Eddie off the ground. He takes it, standing up next to you. He pulls you back to him by the waist, smashing his lips on yours hungrily. It ends as soon as it starts though, leaving you breathless. Eddie leads you inside with his arm around your waist. You sneak back into the house, following the same route you took to leave.

You stumble backwards into your room, pulling Eddie by his shirt. He kicks the door shut behind him, luckily it doesn't slam too hard. You set the beers down on your dresser, and then you're being pushed down onto your bed by him. You fall back onto the pillows, bouncing slightly when you make contact. He climbs on top of you, his knees on either side of yours. You gaze up at him from your pillow, his long locks hanging down around his face. He stares back at you, smirking as always. He slowly lowers his lips onto yours once more, languid and passionate this time. You moan as his hand gropes your tits over your shirt. You grip his hair again as he kisses you, tugging even harder this time. He groans louder than before, breaking away.

"Careful, babydoll. Don't push my buttons too much, or who knows what I'll do." He says darkly. His mouth moves to your neck, where he licks you the same as he did to you earlier today.

"God, Eddie. You're so fucking hot." You exhale lustfully, throwing your head back as he marks hickies on you.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N." He sits on his knees to remove his shirt. As he pulls it over his head, you can't help staring at his body. He's slim, but a little bit toned. And his tattoos suit him so well. You bite your lip as you do your best to memorize him for your future late-night thoughts. "You like what you see?" He tilts his head at you. You just nod, wide-eyed. You take off your t-shirt and your bra, exposing your breasts to him. His breath catches in his throat when he gets a good look at you. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He murmurs, staring at you in awe.

"C’mere." You plead, pulling him down to you by his belt buckle. Your hands roam Eddie's back, scratching your nails into his skin. He moans as he begins to kiss your chest. His mouth leaves a trail of hickies all over your tits. You whimper as he makes each one, gasping when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. "Eddie…" You moan, and he stops sucking on your tit, peering down at you.

"You make such pretty noises, Y/N." He says with a grin before returning to his task. He moves on to your other breast, gently biting down on your sensitive bud.

"Jesus, fuck." You can't help all the moans and curses that fall from your mouth, everything he does feels like magic. Your sounds feed Eddie's fire, making his cock twitch in his jeans.

"You're such a good little slut for me. Reacting to every touch I give you." He purrs at you as his mouth travels further down your body. You moan at his words, so filthy and arousing at the same time. "You like when I call you that, princess?" He asks, noting your eyes blown wide with desire.

"Yes." You manage to choke out a reply as his lips leave a trail of kisses down your torso until he reaches your jeans. Everything he does is unbearably sexy, it stirs a primal fire inside you. No other man has come close to making you feel so simultaneously in and out of control. You want him to ruin you, to do anything and everything he wants to you.

"Good girl." He replies, his hands undoing your jeans for the second time tonight. He pulls them off your legs, tossing them aside. His hands spread your legs for him, and a grin forms across his mouth when he sees the dark spot on your panties. "So wet for me already?" His hand strokes you over the thin fabric, and your hips buck off the bed impulsively as you moan. Eddie holds you down with his other hand. "Relax, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good." He slips your panties off slowly, and takes a long look at your drenched pussy. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, Y/N." His eyes meet yours, finding you panting as you await his next move. His fingers feel your slick folds, brushing over your clit. You moan loudly, forming fists as you grip the blanket beneath you. He keeps eye contact with you as he inserts a finger into your dripping cunt. Your mouth falls open, but barely any sound comes out. He starts pumping in and out of you, curling just so to hit your sweetspot with ease.

"Oh, Eddie…go faster, please..." You can't help sounding needy as you whine for him to do more. You feel a familiar knot building inside of you, winding tighter with every stroke of Eddie's finger inside of you.

"Anything you want, angel." He does as you ask, causing more moans and calls of his name to spill from you. He adds another finger, and you arch your back. Your body is slowly sheened in sweat, and Eddie keeps praising you. "You're doing so well, princess. Such a good girl for me." He removes his fingers, and you whine at the loss. But he quickly starts licking your clit with his tongue. He paints your cunt with long stripes, occasionally inserting his tongue into your entrance. He moans at how sweet you taste, vibrations roaming through your center. "You taste so good, babe." He continues to flick his tongue on you, expertly moving you closer to the edge.

"Oh, shit. I'm so close, make me cum. Please." Waves of pleasure are crashing over you, your whole body is fizzing. The knot inside you wants so badly to snap, to release the built up pressure you've been feeling all day.

"That's a good little slut, cum for me." He says before sucking your clit into his mouth. It feels unbelievable, and you finally sense yourself letting go.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You cry out, almost screaming. Your orgasm rips through you, radiating from your pussy to all of your extremities. Your head feels light, and stars fill your vision. Your legs shake uncontrollably, but Eddie holds you in place. His mouth continues to work against your cunt as your high subsides. Your clit is sparking, and his mouth on you is overstimulating. "Eds, that's enough. Please, it's too much." You pant as you push his head away.

"Sorry, angel. I'll let you cool down." He coos, caressing your legs lovingly. He stands, still shirtless, and goes to the dresser to grab the opened beer. He hands you your bottle, and you sit up to sip on it. The liquid cools you from the inside out, calming the burning flames. Eddie sits at the edge of the bed, his back turned to you as he drinks. You crawl across the bed to sit beside him, putting your free hand on his thigh. He tenses slightly, not expecting your touch. "Hey there, beautiful." He says while smiling at you, looking you up and down. You're still naked, but you don't feel exposed. Eddie’s presence makes you comfortable, you could do anything around him and not feel nervous about it.

"Hey." You reply simply. You finish off your beer, setting the empty bottle on the carpet. Eddie's still holding his while you turn yourself toward him. You lean forward, moving his long hair away from his neck. You kneel to plant a few open-mouthed kisses on his throat. He tilts his head to give you better access, moaning whenever you put your lips on him. Your right hand travels down his chest, caressing his warm skin on the way to his crotch. You ghost over his erection, his breath hitching. You palm him through his jeans, his cock growing harder as you grope him.

"Shit, Y/N." He groans out, his head falling back slightly. You slide off the bed, positioning yourself on your knees between Eddie's legs. You continue to stroke him, kissing his chest and stomach repeatedly. He moans over and over as you touch him, cursing and saying your name, calling you a good girl. He's become putty in your hands.

"You make pretty noises too. It's very sexy." You whisper in his ear, reaching for his belt. You unbuckle it, and pull his jeans off. He's only in his boxers now, his erection forming a tent in the thin cloth. You run your tongue up his length over the fabric, and he moans loudly.

"Jesus." His hands grip the edge of the mattress, the knuckles turning white. You smile at him seductively, reaching for his waistband. You yank off his underwear, and waste no time taking hold of his cock. You take all of him in your mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. His hips buck into your face from the feeling of your wet mouth on him. Your eyes start to water as you bob your head up and down on him. You swirl your tongue around his length as you work, and Eddie can't stop groaning. Every sound makes your pussy wetter, him calling out your name is music to your ears. "Keep going, baby. You're a fuckin’ goddess at giving head." He chuckles slightly, throwing his head back. A couple drips of sweat run down his face, his eyes screwed shut as he focuses on how hot and wet your mouth is. He's panting like a dog, feeling himself growing closer to the edge.

His balls tighten in your hand as you massage them. He's very close, you take this as a sign to go even deeper and faster. You gag repeatedly on him, moving your lips and tongue at a punishing pace. Tears run down your cheeks, blurring your vision. You stop only for a moment to encourage him. "That's it. Be a good boy and cum for me." You plunge your mouth as far as it can go onto his dick, pulling out every move in your playbook, sealing his fate.

"Fuck, gonna cum..." He chokes out as his high overtakes him. He moans so loud, you're worried he'll wake everybody up. His mouth is open wide, and he falls backwards onto the bed as his load shoots down your throat. You swallow every last drop, it tastes so fucking good. He's practically gasping for air, his arms laying above his head. You release him with a pop, and take in the sight before you. Eddie's so pretty like this, laying on your bed with his cock out, shiny with sweat. His hair matted to his face from the moisture, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A wave of lust washes over you to see the effect you've had on him.

He takes a moment to compose himself before sitting up. He's still panting a little, but he looks at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. "C’mere, princess." He motions for you to sit on his lap. You do so, straddling him on the edge of the bed. His dick rests against your stomach, already getting hard again. He wraps his arms around your waist, and yours rest around his neck. You kiss him again, and he reciprocates. Your mouths move together in sync, and you feel something different between you now. This moment isn't just about sex, you think you really like Eddie. You might even be falling in love with him. And given the way he's keeping up with you, maybe he’s falling in love with you ,too.

Despite all these strong emotions brewing between the two of you, you still want Eddie to take you in every way possible. "Eddie?" You ask, breaking the kiss. Your lips feel bruised, and you gaze deep into his eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He says quietly, meeting your eyes. He's genuinely interested in what you have to say.

"I want you." You whisper, somehow shy about admitting this to him.

"I want you too, Y/N. So much, you have no idea." He replies softly, and his hand cups your cheek. You move yourself closer to him, rubbing his dick between your folds. You moan in unison at the sensation, the air lighting on fire once again. Eddie grabs your ass, leading your hips to continue moving against him. The friction is like pure electricity, shooting currents of ecstasy through your bodies. "Can I fuck you, Y/N?" Eddie asks, a pleading look in his eyes. He's so needy for you.

"Yes, Eddie. Please, take me any way you want." You practically beg him.

He grasps his cock, teasing your entrance a few more times, spreading your arousal. He stops for a moment. "Wait, let me get a condom." He says, tapping your thigh to get off of him. You shake your head, and he looks at you, confused.

"I'm on the pill, Eds. We can still use one if you want, but I trust you."

"That's fine by me. If you're good to go, then so am I." He kisses you deeply, getting himself ready to enter you. You instinctively lift yourself up so he can position himself, and you slowly sink down onto his dick. He fills you to the brim, the perfect size to knock the air from your lungs as you take all of him. You need a moment to adjust, flexing your walls to teasingly clamp around him. "Shit. Do that again." Eddie whimpers, and you grip his cock with your insides. "Jesus, that's fucking hot." He says breathily. You start to move on him, bouncing up and down at a steady pace. The room fills with the sounds of moans and slapping skin. You aren't putting much effort into being quiet, everything feels too good for you to care about anyone hearing you. Eddie's fingers are digging into your ass cheeks, holding your flesh for dear life. His lips attack your tits as best he can as you continue to ride him. Your head is thrown backward in pure bliss as your climax builds, your hands holding his shoulders tightly. The pleasure bubbles in your belly, growing stronger every time you come down on Eddie's cock. He hits your g-spot perfectly, like he was made for you.

"Fuck, Eddie. I'm getting close again. You feel so good inside me." Every move and every touch makes your head spin, it's getting harder to form coherent thoughts.

"I'm close too, baby. Keep going, be a good little slut. Make a mess all over me." He says, a bit muffled as his face is still buried in your tits. His words spur you on, and you ride him even faster, rolling your hips to hit your spot even better. He assists you, meeting your bounces with his own thrusts up into you. You moan loudly every time he pitches his hips upwards. He's chasing your high, wanting to feel you come undone. "C’mon, angel. Cum on my dick like a good girl." His words make your orgasm explode inside of you. Fireworks go off under your skin. Waves of pleasure crash over you, taking you under.

"Oh god, fuck!" You almost scream, curses and exclamations flowing from you incoherently. Your walls clamp down, milking Eddie's cock. He groans, his own orgasm overtaking him. He calls out your name, bucking his hips uncontrollably into your cunt. His movements prolong your high, a burst of juices leaking out of you. He feels the fluid rush over his dick, spilling out onto the floor and the bed. It makes him groan, the sensation is nothing he's ever felt before. He’s already thinking of how many other ways he can make you cum like this in the future. Your legs shake violently, and you hold yourself against Eddie as hard as you can to keep from falling. You can't stop shaking for a good while as the strongest orgasm of your life takes what seems like forever to subside.

You eventually collapse against his chest, gulping in air like a fish out of water. Eddie's arms wrap around you, a hand stroking your damp hair. "You okay, Y/N?" He sounds concerned, he's never seen a girl cum so hard before. He's worried that he may have hurt you.

"I'm good, Eds. Really good.” You giggle in satisfaction. “That has to be the best orgasm I've ever had. I didn't even know I could do that. It wasn't weird, was it?" You ask, referring to you squirting on him. You’re a bit nervous that you’ve grossed him out.

"What? Fuck no! That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I've heard about women being able to do that, but I’ve never experienced it before.” He explains excitedly, glad to have made this discovery about you. “You are something special. In more ways than just that, Y/N."

"I'll have you know I'm just full of surprises, baby." You give him a quick kiss, smiling like a dope. You realize his dick is still inside you, so you carefully pull yourself off of him. Your mixed release drips out of you and onto his length, you both stare at the sight and moan quietly. You don't want to risk being caught naked in the hall to retrieve a towel, so you drop to your knees in front of Eddie. You lick up every last drop of your cum, causing him to shudder as he stares at you in shock.

"Goddamn, can you get any sexier, Y/N?" His eyes are wide, jaw on the floor as he watches you swallow every last drop.

"You'll just have to wait and find out next time, won't you?" You smirk at him, standing up.

"Next time, huh?" He quirks an eyebrow at you. You realize what you’ve implied, blushing harshly. Eddie rolls his eyes. "Relax, sweetheart. Of course I want to do this again, among other things. It's a date!" He beams at you, and your expression softens. You fail to hold back a yawn, and Eddie follows suit. "It’s gettin’ pretty late. Should we go to bed?" He asks, slipping his boxers back on. He grabs his Hellfire shirt, tossing it to you along with your panties.

"You want me to wear your shirt?" You're surprised he'd offer you something so personal. But you can't help falling for him just a little bit more because of it.

"Of course! Gotta let everyone know you're mine, right?" He bites his lip, nervous about suggesting that you belong to him. Did I overstep and ruin everything?, he wonders when you don’t respond right away.

"Yours, huh? So that makes you mine then, correct?" You can't help teasing him a little, seeing his face burn red is so endearing.

"Yeah. Uh, i-if you want." He stutters over his words, looking down at his hands. He fidgets with his rings, twisting them around his fingers. His knee bounces, signaling his anxiety. You reach down, stilling his leg. You put your hand over his, and use the other to lift his chin up to you with your finger. You stare deep into his eyes, trying to show him how you want this just as much as he does.

"There's no need to be nervous, Eds. I'll happily be yours, I really like you. I might even be falling for you." You kiss him gently on the lips, but only for a moment. "Now, let’s get some rest. Got a big day tomorrow." You give him a caring look, and he kindly returns it, nodding. You put his shirt on over your head, and he smiles wide when he sees you in it. It's a bit big on you, almost long enough to be a dress. But you would look beautiful to him no matter what. You walk over to the bed, pulling up the covers to slip underneath them. Eddie crawls over to join you.

Once you're both under the blanket, Eddie pulls you close to him, spooning you. He peppers light kisses onto the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings to you. When he notices your breathing going steady in preparation for sleep, he stops kissing you. "Goodnight, princess. Sleep well." He says before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Eds." You reply, falling into a deep, dreamless slumber.

To be continued…

#fanfiction #smut #eddie munson #stranger things #hawkins #1980s #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #into the fire #hippiegoth97

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hiskillingjar · 23 days

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Strade with an autistic mc?

One of my characters has low functioning autism. She’s really sensitive to bright, noisy light and cold air. (It could trigger a meltdown). Her special interests are stuffed animals, especially if they’re big and cuddly, and apple slices.

She’s not really great at verbal communication especially when she scared or nervous. She’s good at physical communication tho? Expressions?

Also she’s part tanuki soooo do whatever you want with that.

autism gang rise up

i'm gonna make this a headcanon post cus i've written something adjacent to this for strade before (cw for. strade lol)

ren 🦊

suddenly he is the sweetest boy in the world

like so kind, so patient, so sweet

you're out in public and get triggered by bright lights, loud noises, you have a meltdown? ren is literally dragging you out and making sure you're okay

he's speaking to you so sweetly, so gently, he won't touch you if you don't want him to

he's just so patient with you

kind of like...he's the only person who really understands you? the world is so cruel and mean to people like you...and you're so sweet and gentle, you shouldn't be out there...you should be with me, you should let me take care of you...nobody else will

manipulating king. gaslighting king

to be fair he does win your affection with stuffed animals and like. good sensory stuff. blankets, pillows. got a whole autism nest goin

he'll replace all the lights in the house too

doesn't mind when you stim by touching his tail or ears. it just makes him curl into you that much more <3

and like obviously he's doing this cus he's a horny monster that wants you to depend on him

but he does genuinely just want someone to care for

like even if you can't make eye contact all the time, or if you don't understand what he says or tells you sometimes, he'd still be so patient

he knows you struggle with that stuff, and you're doing your best. that's all he asks for <3

law 🥀

autism 4 autism

law is so autistic, are you kidding.

granted their autism manifests kind of differently though. they got the liveleaks autism, the monotone drawl autism, the twin peaks autism (me too)

but like. providing that you survived the first night (cus they might not be able to stop themselves from just watching you wilt)

they'd be reasonably patient and gentle with you

i mean there's like no prolonged eye contact between you

but you'd communicate remarkably well (with what little you did actually talk)

they know how it feels to be misunderstood after all...and you're so delicate and need to be cared for

they wouldn't. totally understand your special interests (cus they like bones and taxidermy and roadkill) but they wouldn't be able to stop themselves from buying a few soft toys

you just look so sweet and comfortable when they leave you for work, why would they deprive you of that?

they might panic if you started having a meltdown, but they'd eventually clue in and. get you settled down (give them a break, they have meltdowns too)

and like. autism 4 autism...you know there's some sadomasochism happening. good for you! good for you...

strade 🔨

i mean. i've written it so. lol

strade would be such an asshole i'm so sorry

like come on you've come preloaded with triggers and buttons he could push to make you panic and freak out. he couldn't NOT fuck around with you

he might get a little overwhelmed himself by how much he likes fucking around with you. it's just so easy

keep a few bright lights on, play some music too loud, put on the air conditioning, that's all it takes? buddy you are NOT surviving this one

but okay okay. on the concept that you DO survive past the first night (lol)

strade would still be pretty shitty about everything

like he wouldn't yell or be mad at you for meltdowns but he would not understand in the slightest (and you know his ass is not looking anything up to make it easier)

it would kind of be on ren to make adjustments (changing lights, reminding him about your sensitivities) and like. maybe then he'd pay attention to some shit

he's better with your special interests and sensory needs tbh. he might even think it's kind of cute that you infodump when you're excited or curl up with blankets and soft toys

that doesn't mean he's not gonna fuck with you though lol.

also. full german stare at all times. will trigger your conversation sensitivity at all time. he loves it.

#ren hana #ren btd #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #strade btd #strade ykmet #headcanons #qs #cannibal teeth #grease trap #river walker #autists. smash that like button #that's me talking to the entire btd fandom. cus. come on

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hotpinkmoon · 2 months

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Seth NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The best Seth can do is cuddle. After what you guys did, it's a special experience for him personally so why not show affection and say I love you to each other. He's going to love you forever, and ever and ever and ever and EVER...

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't have a favorite body part in his own body... It's complicated. But his favorite body part of his lovely treasure is everything. Seth LOVES how you're shaped from head to toe. He can't help but touch your skin gently like you're the most perfect thing in the world. Something that deserves to be worshipped...

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When it comes to cum, he doesn't focus on his semen and how it spills in or out of you. He's mostly focus on how you cum... How his fingers get coated with them when he simulate your sex and how you climaxed and how your body shakes a little... Your facial expressions and the way you sound. Absolutely beautiful...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Seth doesn't have one or a secret fantasy when it comes to sexual or romantic context.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Inexperience. Even though he doesn't know what he's doing, Seth has knowledge on how the human body works. So don't be surprised when he actually touches a spot that makes you feel pleasure than you know yourself.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary

Cowgirl

Reverse Cowgirl

Spooning

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. He doesn't think it's funny when you guys are on the bed and make love to each other. It's something special that both of you put trust and agreed upon in his eyes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes! His hair down there can get a little wild like his hair on his head but it is well groomed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very affectionate and lovey dovey mixed with obsession! It comes out shy at first but then you listen closely to his words... You're the most perfect person in his eyes that won't do anything wrong. Seth loves you no matter how much you love or hate him. He'll die for you and would do ANYTHING for you without hesitation.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Seth rarely does it or get a boner since he's a busy guy. He has work to do then taking care of his own needs.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He doesn't have a lot but he's easily influenced if you show him some stuff you like.

Hair Pulling

Orgasm Denial

Body Worship

Bondage/Shibari

Praise Kink

Cock Warming

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His apartment or anything private. Just the two of you. Where nobody is looking! He'll be very nervous and paranoid if anyone is nearby or worried that you guys will be loud.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You saying anything perverted. That's going to be stuck in his mind for awhile and then go down in his pants. Maybe revealing too much skin, like you decided to wear a tank top, or wearing shorts. His eyes shamelessly will look down curiously when you're not looking and then he'll look away with red cheeks when you look at him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like doing things that make you uncomfortable or anything gross that involves piss or feces.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give then receive since he feels somewhat shy about you giving him a blowjob. Like he doesn't deserve it and wants to satisfy you first and more than him. When you let him, he gets addicted to it. Seth LOVES it. He loves how you taste, and he'll bury his head in between your thighs to get more.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Seth can be slow and gently touches your body like it intrigues him while his eyes look carefully at your body reactions. And he can be fast but not rough. His thrust are slightly shaky and desperate. His body clings on to you and his arms wrapped around you like he's going to lose you. It just feels too good that you allow him to touch you and he's not going to waste any second of this moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't have an opinion about it but he doesn't mind when you want to do something quick. It might have caught him off guard since it's sudden but it's taking care of your needs that are important than his.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Maybe? It depends. If you want to try something, he's willing to do what MC wants him to do but if it's public sex... He's not giving you a chance.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

2 rounds at least but his limits can be pushed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Seth never owned a toy or used one before. He's fine if MC wants to use it on them or him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease but his heart races a little and he smiles like a goof when MC teases him in bed.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

So whiny and responsive~ He whimpers in a high pitched tone when he begs desperately, wanting your permission to let him cum. Saying it in the most polite way no matter what. He's loud and reactive if you kiss or touch his sensitive spots. Tears may or may not come out.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Seth getting mad is rare but what happens if he's horny and angry at the same time. 0v0... If you suggest that you can help his frustrations, he'll say yes in an odd cold way... The way he grabs you and how his hands touch you isn't the same. There's no trembling or anything gentle. It's tight and calculating. He's mostly a submissive partner but maybe this time he's top. He doesn't want to hear anything. He just wants to feel, so he'll get your head unexpectedly buried in the pillow and him going in hard but not fast or slow thrusts. After he's done, it takes a moment to process what he did to you and apologizes a lot for doing this roughly to you.

Weiner!

Soft: 4 inches

Hard: 7.8 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Somewhat low. Compared to the rest of the 4 guys, he's the least horny. He gets embarrassed when he does get a boner.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe around 5 minutes when MC sleeps first and have a nice cuddle with him but he does unexpectedly pass out sometimes.

#bloodlust devotion #bloodlustdevotion #hpm.seth

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random-rabid-creature · 2 months

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The evil version of me in my head is telling me to make a picrew

#i feel like i could mane smt decent (i do not know japanese)#h says stuff that nobody needs to know

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lawbreaker13 · 13 days

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I need to ask this. What is your problem? I’ve seen millions of Jewish ppl including myself call this stuff out genuinely so don’t start with the tokenism bs. Seriously why are you acting like Israel isn’t trying to kill as many Palestinians as possible. Not to mention they already did that with Palestinian Jews as well so the issue isn’t antisemitism at all. What is the actual problem pls tell me rn. And don’t mention h&mas either bc if I do remember, there were bombings before 2000 and ppl have been dying before that.

I am SO confused by this ask.

Palestinian Jews don’t exist. Jews are not allowed in Palestinian territories. Israelis are not allowed in Gaza. I have NO idea what you’re talking about.

Israel sends out dud bombs and makes calls before firing at civilian-heavy spaces that are sheltering bombs and missiles. That is UNHEARD OF in wars, ESPECIALLY if the intent is to “kill as many Palestinians as possible.”

There are photos and videos of the IDF clearing way for Palestinians to evacuate Gaza at the beginning of this war. That is not the act of people with the intent to “kill as many Palestinians as possible.”

When Israel was attacked on October 7th, when people were murdered in cold blood, raped, beheaded, and set on fire for merely existing, on a Jewish holiday, in their homes and at music festivals, they did not fire back immediately. If you recall, they gave Gazans a 24-hour warning to leave. People cried out, “That’s not enough time!” And you know what? They waited. Before firing back against a broken ceasefire and an attempted genocide of THEIR PEOPLE, Israel issued a public warning and waited 48 hours before firing back ONCE. THAT is NOT the act of people with the intent to “kill as many Palestinians as possible.”

The truth of the matter is that we know how much foreign aid Israel receives. Israel had the ability to construct The Iron Dome. They have all the resources they need in terms of a military. If they WANTED to “kill as many Palestinians as possible,” they could. They could blow it all up tomorrow.

NOBODY WANTS THAT.

We don’t WANT Palestinians to die. We don’t WANT civilians killed. We don’t WANT hospitals destroyed. WE DO NOT WANT TO FIGHT.

If the conflict in the Middle East was easy to fix, it wouldn’t be a problem. It wouldn’t have been the butt of every joke for decades. There would be no conflict.

Jews and Muslims are peaceful people. We understand each other so well. We do not want to fight. And Gazans know that. And Israelis know that. Speak to people there. Go there. And speak to them. Not through social media. Go and speak to them. I don’t mean “put yourself in a war zone.” This isn’t a threat. I mean, go and speak to them yourself, don’t allow the algorithm and filters to make the decision for you. Eliminate the possibility of being catfished and misled. Talk to them yourself. They don’t want to fight. None of them want to fight. I promise you.

What’s my problem?

My problem is that people keep making my posts about antisemitism and double standards about something they’re not about, therefore enforcing the very point I’m trying to make. My problem is that people keep sending me threats and critiques on anon instead of saying things to my face. My problem is that when my friends and family were murdered in Israel and in Gaza, I was told that they “had it coming.”

My problem is that my grandfather fought so hard to come to America after saving his own mother from the concentration camps. He killed Nazis. He saved children. He saved his family. And then he fled to America for a better life. He joined the navy. He kept fighting until he knew his children would be safe. And now my father can’t even wear his yarmulke in public.

My problem is that my sister was punched in the face for being a Jew.

My problem is that someone was stabbed to death three blocks from my parents’ house in their own home because they were celebrating Chanukah.

My problem is that my cousin is celebrating his bar mitzvah in June, and if I tell people that I’m going to celebrate with him, they’ll never speak to me again. Because he was born in Israel.

My problem is that you don’t have the chutzpah to look me in the eye and tell me that Judaism is only ok the way you practice it, and antisemitism isn’t real because you don’t experience it the way I do.

My problem is that I want to live in peace with my Palestinian friends. And people like you don’t believe me.

And my biggest problem is that you’re not even gonna read this post.

#Antisemitism #Israel #Hamas #Jews #Jewish #Judaism #Gaza #Palestine #Muslims #Arab #Arabs #Middle East #Jumblr #Asks #Anon #Personal #Mine

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romancefranaticstay · 2 months

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·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ ꧁✴ 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉? ✴ ꧂ ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

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Part 2: here

╰┈➤ ❝ [A⋆b⋆o⋆u⋆t] ❞:

You are secretly in love with a popular boy at your school. His name is Lee Know. He is your crush for about 2 years. This year you wanted to make a move, every fairytale has a happy ending, will yours to?

••¤(`×[¤ A/N ¤]×´)¤•• <I made this v▪e▪r▪y angsty>

!!!THIS IS A FANFICTION!!!

'Who am i?'

'Does he know me?'

'Does he regonize me?'

'Does he know i excist?'

'What am i?'

All those questions are wandering through your mind.

You liked Lee Know for a long time now, and you decided to make a plan. Ofcourse your friends help you.

'Send him a love letter!' Lisa shouts

'No don't, bump 'accidently' into him.' Amaray says.

'Guys, we need to have a plan i actually going to survive.'

they rolled their eyes

'Look Y/N, if you want to express your feelings towards him, you need to stand in the spotlight!'

'Spotlight?'

'Yeah!' they said both

'What do you mean?'

'Tommorow we are going to go shopping, okay? We are transforming you into a brand-new woman!'

'You guys can do that?'

'How hard can it be? We have still 1 day untill the new year of school starts!'

'And by the way, Lee Know needs to like you for who you are. Not for who you represent. Understood?'

'Yes ma'am!'

you all laugh.

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All three of you are walking around the mall, looking for clothes and accesoires.

'Your style should be a mix of classy and y2k.'

'Yeah or maybe formal?'

'Guys stop it.'

'Cmon y/n we are trying to help.'

'I know Lisa, but like what if he doesn't want me?'

'Than we will kick his ass.' Amaray says confidently

You laugh

'Yeah sure 'kick his ass'.'

'Bet?'

'Nobody is kicking anybody's ass.' Lisa says.

You are walking into a shop and see many clothe's and accesoires. Some stuff are catching your eyes.

'Lets try this on.' you say while holding some piece of clothing.

'Lets go for it!' Amaray says.

You go into a cabinet and putt it on.

(for reference what your wearing:)

You came out of the cabinet and your two best friends start to clap in their hands and jump.

"Omg, y/n you look like on of those girls of a kdrama!'

'Really you think?'

'Yeah! You look beautifull!'

'You guys, stop it.' you blush

'Don't be so shy now.' Lisa ruffels your hair.

'Stop ruffling mine hair.'

'Hey respect the older ones.' Amaray says.

You roll your eyes.

You bought the clothes you had on and decided to spend some more hours at the mall.

After that you went home. You looked at the clothe's you bought.

'This will be mine glow up, he will finally see me.'

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You entered the school, hair styled, some 'natural girl' makeup and ofcourse your new clothes.

'I swear y/n everyone is staring at you. You are alreaddy popular.'

'Stop it, i swear.'

'Cmon, this is our teenage life, to live for life.'

'Yeah listen to Amaray, this are our years.'

'Okay but i had an idea to send him a heart-shaped popsicle.'

'Thats a pretty good idea, actually.'

'Omg, than you can show that your sweet like sugar!' Lisa shouts.

'You get the joke? A popsicle is sweet. No? Okay.'

'Anyways, i think its a very good idea y/n.'

'I will put a letter with it. But y'all will help me right?'

'Ofcourse, thats why we are here!'

'Lisa, did you drink an energy-drink today?'

'Yeah why?'

'Nevermind.' Amaray says.

You giggle.

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This year you sit in a different class than Lisa and Amaray, but Lee Know is in the same class. So... its not that bad.

You sit in the back row of the class. Some popular girls are being idiots and you see that Lee Know isn't here yet.

You take your book and start reading. It is a romantic book. You love romantic books, sometime's ofcourse.

'He looked at me and said: you are mine forever.'

Its so sweet, you are melting away.

Suddenly someone come's sitting next to you. You never saw him here before.

'Hey, is it okay if i sit here?'

'Yeah, sure.' you smile.

'Are you new here?' you ask.

'Oww, yeah. I am Han, Han Jisung.'

'Thats a very beautifull name, i am y/n.'

'Thats also a very beautifull name.' he giggles.

'What ya reading? Will it last.' he reads.

'You like romantic books?'

'Yeah sometime's, depends which time and which book.'

'Cool, cool.'

'And you?'

'I am more an action guy, you know.'

'Ow, so your like 'piew piew' and 'The A-team' type of guy.'

he laughs.

'Piew, piew. Oui madame, j'aime piew piew.'

you both laugh.

'If you want to, you can sit with me and mine friends.'

'That would be piew, piew-fantastic.'

'You are a comedian, aren't you.'

'Most people call me the king of laughs, but sure.'

'Name one person who calls you that.'

'I don't need any prove, because i am the prove.'

'Yeah sure 'king of laughs'.'

You see Lee Know entering the class, and sitting some seats away.

You didn't realise you stayed looking at him, while he is sitting down.

'Hello, earth to y/n. ELLO Y/N.'

he looks over to Lee Know.

'Oh, i see.' he smirks 'is he your crush?'

'What? No, no. He-, i mean. No never, bleh.'

'Yeah sure.' he winks.

'What are you winking for?'

'Just, you are a bad liar.'

You turn red and start covering your face with your book.

'Don't cover yourself up now, you look so adorable. Like a little tomato.'

you burst into laughter.

'You don't make any sense Han.'

'You don't either.'

During class, many girls were flirting with Lee Know. You hated the way they were touching him, even tho he isn't yours. The worst part is that you just sat there and couldn't do anything. Just look and feeling jealous.

Class went very fast actually, if you observe others. But you tried to focus, you really did. But it just didn't work, if you hear those girls giggle and playing with his hair. It just breaks you inside.

When the bell ringed, you finally escaped with Han the classroom.

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'Whats upp y/n. Ow, well hello there. Who did you brought with you?'

'So everybody, this is Han.'

'Han, this is Lisa and Amaray. And that dude over there, is IN. He is very shy by the way.'

'Ello, everybody. So okay, Lisa, Amaray and IN. Easy to remember.'

'Actually IN, is his nickname.'

'Whats his real name?'

'Actually its Jeongin.' Lisa comments.

'Anyway, nice to meet y'all.'

'Nice to meet you to, Han.' Amaray says.

'So y/n, you know what you are going to write on the letter?'

'What letter?' Han asks.

'Its just a plan.'

'Yeah for her LOVER.' Lisa laughs.

'Lee Know?'

'He knows alreaddy?! Y/N you need to start going undercover, like really.'

'I am trying Amaray.'

'Lee know? You like him.' IN asks.

'Yeah, but a tiny bit.'

'Yeah sure, sure sure.' Amaray comments.

'She is obsessed, like litterly.'

'I am not, first of all. By the way, Lisa. Don't you lik-'

'Stop, don't. I swear y/n, don't you dare.'

'I am not going to say anything, i pinky promise.'

'Okay but what can i write on the letter?'

'Maybe like: Every time i see you, mine body is full of joy, and full of laughter. I never believed in love at first sight, but with you i do. Xoxo your secret admirer.'

'Wow Han, thats actually really good.' you say.

'Thank you.' he blushes.

'Write that down! Come on!'

'Yeah write that down!'

you take your notebook and start writing exactly what Han said.

'Okay all done, now i just need to buy that popsicle.'

'I can come with you.' Han proposes.

'Sure!'

'And we will suport you mentally. Right IN?'

'Yeah, for sure! But just to ask, how you going to give it to him?'

'Okay, i and Lisa are going to look if he is around and she's going to put it in his backpack!'

'Fantastic right?'

'Be carefull okay?' Han says.

'I will.' you smile.

'But lets eat, i am starving!'

'Yeah me to.' Han winks.

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'Lets go, Han.'

'I am coming, have some patients.'

You roll with your eyes.

'Okay , i am done. Lets go!'

'You take like hours to make your backpack.'

'Yeah right. Prove?'

'You've got to be kidding me.'

'I am just joking around.'

'Ha-ha-ha, funny.'

you cough sarcasticly.

You two are walking in the city. Han is walking close to you. Its a cold day, to be honest and your hands are freezing. You try to warm them up, but it doesn't work.

'Your hands are cold?'

'A tiny bit.'

'Wait let me just.' he take's your hands and take them in his.

'Better?'

'Wow, your hands are hot.'

'Not only mine hands.' he winks.

'Dirty boy.' you laugh

'What?! I mean mine nose is hot to. Dirty minded y/n.'

You roll your eyes.

You two walk into a candy shop and you buy a big heart-shaped popsicle.

'This one is perfect.'

'Yeah it is.' Han says.

'I am coming home okay?'

'I will walk with you, don't want someone to kidnap you.'

you laugh

'Thank you Hannie.'

'Hannie, is that mine new nickname?'

'Yeah.' you say proudly.

He walks you home, still holding your hand. You look at how he is holding your hand. And you kinda like it to be honest...

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'Okay Lisa, Amaray, readdy for Mission impossible?'

'Yeah okay, his packback is standing there alone.'

'I don't see any people around.'

'Okay quick as a cat, quick as a cat.'

'Wait there is one person looking our way.'

'Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious...'

'Okay she is not looking, okay now y/n!'

you ran with your letter and popsicle towards his backpack and place it inside.

'Okay now run!'

you three run together (not far) and hide behind a tree.

'Okay nobody saw me?'

'No, everything is safe.'

'Wait he is coming towards his backpack.'

'Shhh, Lisa.'

'Shhh, Amaray.' she mocks.

Lee Know took his backpack and went inside.

'Okay we did it! We actually did it! It wasn't that hard actually!'

'Yeah, we should work for the FBI!'

'Yeah right, you Lisa, could do that. Yeah sure.'

'Why you laughing.'

'Okay you kids, lets get out of here.'

Nobody saw you guys.... or so you hope...

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You were sitting in class, and you saw girl whispering and pointing at you. You didn't even know why.

Han sat next to you and whispered:

'Hey, why are they all looking your way?'

'I don't know, its freaking me out.'

'Just stay cool okay?'

'If you say so.'

During class it was very uncomfortable, so once the bell ringed you ran outside the class to find your other friends...

'Guys, am i hallucinating or is everyone looking at me?'

They all look at you, with a weird expression.

'Why are you all silent...'

'Lisa? Amaray?' you look at them

'IN?'

'Uhmm, can i tell her?'

Amaray nods.

'So uhmm, someone saw you.'

You froze

'Someone saw me?'

'We don't know who, really y/n.'

'I need to get out of here.'

'Wait no y/n-'

you ran out the cafeteria towards the restroom. You quickly locked yourself in.

You sat there for about 5 minutes when you suddenly heared knocks on your stall.

'Used.' you yell.

The knocks were becoming louder.

You open the door and see there standing Lee Know and a girl.

'Here you stupid popsicle back.'

she throws it on the floor and jumps on it.

'And your stupid, and UGLY letter.'

she rips it apart in front of you.

'You are the definition of loser, you understand? Stay away from him.'

Lee Know just stare's at you, without doing anything.

'What do you think of her Lee Lee?'

'Unactractive, weird, stupid.'

'You hear that?'

'Unactractive.'

'Weird.'

'And stupid.'

'Lets go Lee Lee.'

She takes his hand and they go both out of the restroom.

Tears rolling off your cheek. Staying there with the popsicle and letter in your hands.

'Xoxo from your secret admirer'...

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“Living with Yoongi has many advantages. Always clean counters, delicious home cooked meals and if something breaks, he will fix it with the help of his beloved blue toolbox. He is your little handyman and when your ex breaks your heart, it seems that he is hellbound on fixing that as well.“

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: bf2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Rebound!AU, slight Angst, Romance, Smut

Warnings: soft dom!Yoongi but it’s more that he just takes the lead, shitty exes, break-ups, low self-esteem, Yoongi being the comforting person that he is, lotsa kissing, shy!OC, safe sex, praises, oral (f.receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is very gentle with her, she cries afterwards and he is so sweet to her, I just love him that’s all :(

Wordcount: 14.3k

a/n: *sobs uncontrollably* i luv him. I don’t know my besties, this is quite honestly just something I wish would happen to me hahaha a girl can dream 🙂 but I do hope that you guys find just as much comfort in it as I did, Yoongi is honestly such a sweet bean :(

~ To Index ~

The bar is loud and the people around you are happy. The music is upbeat, the lights are bright and colourful and the smell of good times hangs in the air.

But not for you. You feel heartbroken. Truly and devastatingly heartbroken. It hurts so much that you have spent the last hour curled up on a chair and sobbing into your knees. Nobody notices your sobs, eventhough they were incredibly loud. Their lively chatter and happy singing however, blended out your desperate cries for help. Nobody also really noticed the state of your body either, they didn’t see the shakes, the painful convulsing and if they saw then they ignored it. You were a stranger after all, a weird stranger who is crying miserably in a place which was supposed to be a place for fun.

Now, you didn’t start off the night as a miserable stranger crying in a bar. As a matter of fact, you started off the night as a girl deeply in love with her boyfriend, ready to have the night of her life with him. Said boyfriend – excuse the mistake, ex-boyfriend – however broke up with you in the middle of the night with the excuse of “needing time to find my soul’s purpose, babe”.

The break-up came out of nowhere. He was incredibly sweet last night and even tonight he acted as if everything was okay. You had no fights lately, no arguments, not even slight bickering about stuff. You were happy, really happy, and as if someone pushed you off a bridge, you are now drowning in the ice cold water of heartbreak and confusion.

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing your name, meeting the worried face of your best friend.

“Yoongi”, you wail, breaking in on yourself.

“Hey there, hey”, he gasps, getting on his knees to wrap you up in a hug, “I came as quickly as I could.”

“Yoongi please make it stop”, you beg him, aching even more now that he was here.

“Oh sweets, this sucks so much. I’m so sorry”, he says, soothing you by rocking your bodies left and right and petting the back of your head.

“I wanna die”, you wail, not actually wanting to, but in this moment it feels like dying would be the only thing making the pain stop.

“I hear you, but let’s just go home for now. Okay?” he says.

“Yes okay, I don’t wanna be here anymore. He, he’s still here.”

“Huh?” Yoongi breaks away to gawk at you, “what did you just say?”

You lift your shaking hand, pointing at your ex, who not even twenty feet from you, parties and laughs with his friends. Yoongi stares at him, face falling in utter shock and disbelief.

“He broke up with you here? And then stayed?” he asks, voice pitched in emotion.

You nod your head, crying miserably.

“And he knows that you’re here?”

You nod your head again.

“He, he drove m-me h-here.”

Yoongi frowns, grinding his teeth in fiery anger.

“And he’s literally fucking partying when you are crying right next to him?”

You nod your head a third time, breaking into loud sobs afterwards.

“What kind of cock fuck cunthole is that bastard asshole?” Yoongi asks in perfect Yoongi manners, blinking his eyes in disbelief.

“Yoongi please get me out of here”, you beg, almost breaking under the pain.

“Of course, let’s get out of this shithole”, he says, tugging you to your feet. He keeps a strong arm around you, making sure that you wouldn’t have to look at your shitpile of an ex again by keeping your head buried in his chest with a gentle hand.

“___?”

The lights turn on.

“Jesus fuck, it smells like shit in here.”

You hear the blinds open and seconds later the loud traffic from outside. Yoongi must have opened the windows. You don’t like that he did, just as you don’t like that he ruined your cave of darkness and heartbreak. But you don’t say that you don’t like it because that would require energy and you don’t have energy. Quite frankly you have nothing left. Your life is meaningless and pain is the only thing still being with you. Pain and Yoongi, who just this moment sits down on the bed next to you and places his hand on your upper back. He rubs circles on it.

“Don’t you want to get up for a little? I made your favourite food”, he says in a soft spoken voice.

“No”, your voice is muffled by the pillows and weak in sadness.

“No”, Yoongi repeats and hums in understanding, “I get it, that’s so impossible to do right now. I’ll just bring it to you.”

And with that he stands up and leaves to get something to eat for you. You haven’t eaten anything those past few days, maybe that is also why you feel so weak and why your stomach always feels seconds before throwing up. You just couldn’t find it in yourself to leave the bed, let alone prepare food. Yoongi tried to get you to eat something, but he always had to come to the sad conclusion that even after hours of letting the food stand by your bed you didn’t touch it. But he is stubborn, he is not going to give up yet.

“I’m back”, he announces himself.

The smell of pasta accompanies him, tempting you to sit up and look. You don’t give in to those temptations, staying in your position. Flat on your stomach and with your face buried halfway in the pillow. It’s the only thing that helps.

You feel the mattress dent beside you and hear the sound of the plate getting set down.

“Eat ___”, he says softly, nudging your back.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah you are, you haven’t eaten in days. Just one bite.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Mhm, okay”, he says and goes to finally tug the blanket off your face.

You groan in distaste. It’s way too bright in this room.

Yoongi caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Come on, just one bite. One and if you still don’t want it, I’ll leave.”

You peel your eyes open to send him an icy glare. You meet immense compassion in his gaze. Compassion and also a bright sparkle of patience. This is typical Yoongi. He will never stress you about how long your recovery process is taking. Days, weeks, months. The duration of your heartbreak will never be too short or too long for him.

“One bite, try it”, he whispers, giving you a reassuring smile. He will stress you however if he realises that you are neglecting your bodily needs. But even that he will never do with pressure or harsh words.

“Fine, one bite”, you give in and with Yoongi’s help sit up.

Yoongi gets some of the pasta on the fork and then guides it to your lips. You take it in and chew it slowly. It tastes so good. It tastes so, so good.

“Wow”, you press out and then you feel tears run down your cheeks, “it’s so good.”

“Mhm, I’m glad you like it”, Yoongi says, feeding you another bite. Every now and then he reaches out to dry your tears.

And so you let him feed you your favourite pasta while Yoongi lets you cry.

You feel happier today. You meet Yoongi in the hallway as you are on your way out. He just came home from working a ten-hour shift, now inspecting you with curious eyes.

“Where are you going? Why are you dressed up?”

“You won’t believe what just happened. Will texted me and asked for a conversation.”

“___ no”, Yoongi says, shaking his head vigorously, “no, just no.”

“Why not?” you whine, closing your coat.

“Because he’s a cunt and he doesn’t deserve a conversation.”

You sag your shoulders.

“It’s just coffee and talking. Besides, it’s been a month, I’m totally fine.”

“Lord give me strength”, Yoongi murmurs under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose. He inhales and looks you into the eyes, “you’ll regret this, please believe me.”

“No I won’t. I’ll regret not going even more.”

“And why is that? Because you’re so over him?”

You pout, “shut up.”

Yoongi gives you a smile. It says “I told you so, but I’m not gonna say it out loud because I’m not a dick”. He places his hand on your arm.

“Let’s watch a movie, I’ll even watch Grease for you.”

“Not tonight, my decision stands. Thank you Yoongs, you’re the best”, you dismiss him and then leave the apartment.

Yoongi stares at the closed front door.

“You’re so dumb”, he whispers, knowing very well that in a few hours he will have you crying in his arms again.

Except that he doesn’t. A few hours later turn into the entire night and his entire shift at work. You are sitting on the couch when he is coming home. Your hair is finally freshly washed and you are wearing something other than those awful joggers you have been wearing lately.

“Hey Yoongi, how was work?”

“Alright”, he shrugs his shoulders, “how the fuck are you though? Where were you last night?”

“At Will’s place. We fucked.”

“Oh my god”, Yoongi faceplams himself.

“What? Why are you so weird? I thought you’d be happy.”

He sends you a look.

“I am happy, I guess. Just oh my god ___, how did you end up on his dick again?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“He told me that he finally found his soul’s purpose and that I am in it too. So we wanna try again.”

“Well damn”, Yoongi exhales in exhaustion. He sits down beside you, “congrats I guess, I still don’t trust him though.”

“That’s fine, I’ll make you like him again.”

Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Yeah no, sorry”, he murmurs, standing up, “not happening. I’m gonna cook dinner though, want some?”

“No thank you, I’ll meet up with Will later tonight!” you call after him, sounding happy.

Yoongi enters the kitchen with a deep frown on his face. You are so going to regret this.

One month passes where you spent more time at this bastard Will’s place than in your little apartment and Yoongi is slowly coming to terms with the cruel fact that maybe he was wrong about him after all. Maybe he did change. It would be a wonder, because the break-up was not the first break-up you and that dude had. As a matter of fact, it was the third break-up and Yoongi was present for all of them. It was always the same. You were head over heels in love with him, he got cold feet and found some bullshit excuse about how he can’t keep this relationship up anymore, you were heartbroken, he realised that it was very convenient to get pussy regularly and calls again and you agree on another chance. Yoongi has lived through the same scenario way too many times to trust that this cunt changed. But if he did, Yoongi will personally go up to him and apologize for ever doubting him.

Except that he doesn’t have to do this as one calm Friday evening – Yoongi was planning on finally starting the reparations in the kitchen to surprise you once you are back from Will’s place – he gets a call from you crying into the phone about how he needs to pick you.

Yoongi knew exactly what happened and left with on goal in mind. Get you to safety.

Yoongi feels his anger grow when he realises that you are crying right next to Will while he is scrolling on his phone.

“___?” Yoongi calls out, running despite hating it.

You and your shitpile of an ex lift your heads at the same time.

“Yoongi”, you wail.

“What happened?” he asks, staring at Will.

Will shrugs his shoulders.

“Y-Yoongi we, we broke up again.”

“Ah”, Yoongi says and then stares at Will again, “and you ugly cunt are still here because?”

“Hey fuck you, I was making sure she’s safe.”

“You are literally such a fucking bastard. She’s crying next to you and you asshole are scrolling on your phone?”

“What else should I do? She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

You wail loudly and painfully. Something inside Yoongi snaps. He doesn’t hurt people. He was never involved in a fistfight, let alone punched someone and he was actually planning on never changing this habit. He changes this promise right this second as his balled fist strikes across Will’s face, leaving him to fall from the edge of the stairs and collide with the floor.

You gasp, feeling too shocked to cry.

Will groans, trying to get to his feet to punch Yoongi back.

Yoongi pushes him back down with a foot on his back.

“Stay down you fucker, seriously this was a warning”, he spits, voice fuming in anger, “you’re the worst human being on earth and I seriously hope you never find happiness.”

He turns to you then, trying his hardest to hide the anger from his face. His hand hurts so much. Punching someone in the face hurts way more than he thought it would. He doesn’t let it show that he is pain however, reaching for you with both hands.

“Let’s go ___, I’ll drive you home.”

You let him drag you to your feet, finding refuge in his chest.

“Yoongi I’m so dumb.”

“No you’re not. He’s just literal vermin”, Yoongi makes sure that Will hears him.

It’s been days. Yoongi hasn’t seen you ever since he had to pick you up from your fourth breakup with your shitty ex. He knows that you are home, but that once again you have fallen down the dark hole of heartbreak.

He does what he does best. He enters your room, comments on the bad air quality and then opens the window, then he sits down next to you and offers you food. You deny him but he insists because has been days since you have last eaten.

“Fine, one bite.”

And then he feeds you your favourite pasta whilst drying your tears.

Yoongi hates just how predictable the routine became. Or that it became a routine in the first place.

You leave your bed that night. Yoongi doesn’t notice that you do as he is busy writing music in his room.

“Yoongi?”

He lifts his head, studying your small frame from head to toe. Fuck, you’ve really become so small lately. As if your ex sucked all the confidence out of you.

“Yes?” he says, putting down his pen.

“Do you think I’m unlovable?”

“Of course not. What makes you think that?”

“It’s just that….”

You drag yourself into his room and use the last of your strength to climb on his bed. You sit next to him, legs crossed, weak fingers folded on your lap and back hunched to make yourself smaller. Yoongi hates just how fucked up your ex has gotten you. He can remember the days before Will where you walked into a room and called the attention of everybody, where you wore the most peculiar of outfits and fucking rocked them with confidence and days where you didn’t look like such a shell of yourself. Yoongi remembers the days before Will vividly and it’s making him so mad that two years with this one single worthless human turned you into what you are today.

“…what if it’s my fault that Will always leaves?”

“No”, Yoongi says without hesitation.

“So why do I feel so….so…fucking unattractive?” you press out and your eyes fill with tears.

“___”, Yoongi says your name softly, scooting closer and placing his hand on your knee, “you’re not unattractive and you are not unlovable. Will is quite simply a bastard who doesn’t deserve you.”

You nod your head but very clearly don’t believe him.

“I mean it.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, looking at your fumbling fingers.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me”, he stresses, because he knows that you want pour your heart out but that you are too scared to start. So he gives you a little nudge into the right direction.

“I’m just so fed up”, you exhale shakily, “I’m so goddamn fed up of always loving people more than they love me.”

You touch your chest as your heart began to ache again.

“I went into every single fucking relationship giving a hundred and ten. I went in there with the intention to stay and to fucking commit and yet each and every time I get dropped.”

You sniffle, lowering your head.

“Just once I want to be loved more than I love a person”, you confess in a whisper.

“Damn”, Yoongi says.

“And I know how selfish and egoistic and toxic that sounds but at this point I don’t care because I am so goddamn fed up from always loving more.”

You bury your face in your hands and sob loudly. Yoongi drapes his arm around you and pats your arm soothingly.

“Just once I want to be someone’s most special thing. I want to be loved deeply and passionately and I want to be fucking worshipped. I want this person to wake up and the first thing they do is look at me. I want this person to watch me do some dumb shit and the first thought they have is that they love me. I want this person to leave a boring meeting because I’m at home and they would rather spend time with me. I want this person to give me a fucking rock or a leaf or, or a goddamn stick because they saw it and somehow it reminded them of me. That’s what I want, I want to feel like my presence is actually appreciated and that I am actually worth something.”

You hit your own chest.

“That’s what I deserve. I deserve to feel special. I deserve to feel like the person I love a hundred and ten loves me back just as much.”

You sob, letting your head fall against Yoongi’s chest.

“Why do I always have to love so much, but get nothing in return?”

You feel as Yoongi closes his arms around you and the burden feels a little lighter already.

“I give so much. Holy fuck when I love someone I give my literal fucking everything. It may take me a long fucking time to open up to that person, but once they are in there….”

You tap Yoongi’s chest but he understands that you mean yours instead.

“…once they are fucking in there, I plan on keeping them in there and each and every goddamn fucking time they decide that now should be the time to completely rip my heart apart.”

You pause to whimper painfully. Yoongi closes his arms around you tighter, aching right with you.

“They never do it before that. They just wait, they goddamn wait until they’re in there and then they change their behaviour or ghost me or find stupid fucking excuses over and over again.”

“I’m sorry ___”, he whispers.

“And the worst part is my own fucking stupidity too. Because I love them so deeply and I don’t want to be left with another clashing hole in my chest so I just hold on. That’s what I always do. I swear to myself that this time it is going to be different, that this time I am not going to be first one seeking contact again and each and every fucking time I give them another chance.”

You pause your sobs just to let out a sound of anger, tensing up in Yoongi’s arms until you are shaking. So he presses you closer, hoping that this can lessen the painful anger at yourself.

“I’m so angry at myself. Why do I always have to give in? Why do I like hurting myself so much?”

“You don’t like hurting yourself, you just have way too much hope.”

You sniffle, listening to his calming voice.

“And I’m sure that there are many people who left your life way before you could take them into your heart, but do you know why you feel like there aren’t?”

“Tell me.”

“Because they never had the privilege to be loved by you and you never had the burden of making space in your heart for them only to then watch as they leave said space and leave an empty spot behind.”

He looks at you.

“That’s why it feels like only your closest friends or lovers leave you because they are the ones who were selfish enough to take a part of your heart only to then waste it.”

He smoothes over your hair with a gentle hand.

“Don’t be angry at yourself. I think people who have hope in their heart, even it is perhaps childish hope, that every relationship can be fixed are way better human beings than those who selfishly take a heart only to crush it.”

“But I can’t help it”, you whisper, “I don’t want to be so fucking depended on people anymore. I-I don’t-“, your eyes fill new tears again, “I don’t want to be so fucking weak anymore.”

“You’re not weak. Loving people a hundred and ten doesn’t make you weak ___, it’s just that most people are selfish assholes.”

You snort and chuckle.

“You and your lose tongue.”

“I’m serious. I fucking hate seeing you so sad and I swear to god if I ever see that Will guy again I’ll punch him so hard in the dick he’ll have a pussy afterwards.”

“Bro no”, you gasp and cackle, “don’t say that Yoongi.”

“I’m serious. He’s a real crusty cunt.”

You laugh louder and it feels good to do. Yoongi lets out that calm, soothing laugh of his’, giving your body the softest of shakes.

“Thank you Yoongi”, you whisper, draping your arm around his stomach and closing your eyes, “my life would suck ass without you.”

You don’t see it, but your words make Yoongi blush. He smiles softly and rests his cheek on the crown of your head.

“Mine too, ___”, he whispers.

Yoongi lets you sleep in the next day because it was a Saturday and you deserved the rest. He decides to make breakfast muffins so you can have yummy breakfast whenever you wake up and then he goes to his room to work on his music.

It is not even an hour later when the front door rings. Yoongi almost missed it, hadn’t he just returned from the toilet, he most definitely would have. You are still sleeping and so Yoongi decides to open the door.

“Yeah no”, he growls, closing the door quickly.

“Wait”, Will stops him with a foot between the door and the threshold, “hear me out.”

“Unless you’re here to ask me to punch you again, you can stick it and leave.”

“I made a big mistake.”

Will somehow manages to wiggle himself into the apartment.

“Please let me talk to ___, just one last time.”

“No.”

“I just want to apologize to her.”

“Your apologies mean horseshit.”

“I changed, I really did. I did a lot of thinking in the last few days and I realised that she is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Why?”

“Huh?” Will seems confused, “I don’t know, she just…”

“Is it because you think that she is easy to manipulate and play with? Is that why she is the best? Because she is sweet and kind and lovely enough to put up with your bullshit? And because the fucking power you have over her makes you feel invincible?”

“I mean, obviously…that’s great too”, Will has the audacity to laugh, “what else could I ask for?”

Yoongi frowns, feeling his muscles tense in honest anger.

“You’re a narcissistic asshole, that’s what you are and you don’t deserve someone as amazing as ___ so leave before I decide to punch you again.”

“Look man”, Will says, stumbling as Yoongi begins pushing him outside, “I know you’re like jealous of what I have with her, but I promise you’ll get someone too one day.”

“Leave before I punch you.”

“You know, I never liked you. You’re way too friendly with her. Like who do you think you are to decide who she can or cannot see?”

Yoongi finally manages to push Will out of the apartment.

“You’re into her too aren’t you? You fucker are trying to keep us apart.”

“Yes, I am trying to keep you apart because I actually want to see ___ happy.”

“So let me talk to her, she’s happy with me.”

“No.”

Yoongi closes the door but Will once again manages to pull it open again.

“Dude, will you leave? She doesn’t wanna see you anymore, you’ve lost your chances”, Yoongi spits with honest anger in his voice.

“I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to keep me from her. Let me talk to her”, Will growls, becoming angry. Like a little child not getting what it wants. It’s pathetic really that a grown-ass man in his thirties is acting like a pathetic immature boy.

“No”, Yoongi says and finally manages to close the door. He locks it, ignoring the hammering that immature manchild is doing.

“Hey! You’ll regret this! I know where you live!” Will screams behind the door.

“Obviously you idiot, you just visited me”, Yoongi mumbles and turns his back to the door.

“Yoongi?”

He meets you just around the corner. You look as small as you always do, staring at him with glassy eyes.

“Yoongi who was that?” you ask him.

“Nobody, just one of those annoying salesmen people.”

“Oh”, you let out, lowering your head. You and him both know that you are aware who is actually ringing the doorbell right now and that perhaps there was a chance that you listened to their conversation.

Yoongi steps closer and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

“I baked muffins. I put lots of blueberries in them”, he tells you, leading you to the kitchen.

You rest your head against his chest.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

He knows that there was more behind those words than just a simple thanks for muffins.

“Of course, I’ll do it again”, he answers you, knowing very well that you will understand him.

Yoongi disconnects the doorbell a few minutes later, silencing Will’s attempts to terrorise you with constant ringing.

Yoongi helps you with blocking Will’s number that evening and it feels awesome to do. Then he watches Grease with you and not once is he complaining about the hidden misogyny in the movie. It was honestly really nice to have. Yoongi is really awesome company.

It has been an entire week since you blocked your ex’s number. You are all alone in the apartment, getting lost in your own doubts. You really want to unblock him, maybe he already tried to contact you. You could give him one more chance, maybe this time around he realised just how awesome you are.

The front door unlocks, making your ears perk up. The doubts get replaced by worry. Yoongi isn’t supposed to be home yet. He is in a meeting till seven and it is barely even five.

“What the hell?” you murmur, sitting up on the couch, “who is unlocking our door?”

The door opens and falls closed, then the lights in the hallways turn on.

“Okay what the hell?” you gasp, gawking at the shadow moving in the lights.

You act quickly. You grab one of those very heavy candlesticks and jump of the couch, readying yourself for a brutal fight.

“Come at me burglar I am ready”, you say, listening to the steps they take.

They appear in the threshold and stop. Your eyes lock with theirs.

“What are you doing?”

“Yoongi oh god”, you lower the candlestick and groan, “don’t scare me like that, I thought you’re a burglar or something.”

Yoongi snorts and laughs, “and why would a burglar use the keys to get inside? Or turn the lights on?”

“I don’t know man, don’t question my panic logic”, you say, placing the candlestick on its original place, “but what are you doing here? Don’t you have a meeting till seven?”

“I left earlier”, he says, waddling to the couch to sit down.

You follow him with your eyes, studying him from head to toe. Yoongi never leaves a meeting early.

“Why? Are you feeling alright?” you ask him as you hurry to him, sit down and place your hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

He nods his head.

“So why are you here?” you ask.

“It was boring and so I left. Maybe we could hang out instead.”

“Huh? I don’t get it. You left because it was boring and you wanted to spend time with me?”

Yoongi nods his head, looking into your eyes with a certain emotion. You can’t quite figure out what that emotion means, but you know that it makes you feel tingly.

“Oh”, you chuckle nervously, “okay.”

Yoongi gives you a shy grin.

“Do you want to make dinner together?” he asks.

You feel so confused. So flabbergasted. So…weirdly appreciated.

“S-sure we can do that. I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Nice. I’m in the mood for Kalguksu. What do you think?” he asks as his eyes race over your features.

You nod your head yes. You are still busy with processing everything that has happened in the last five minutes. So Yoongi left his meeting earlier because it was boring and he wanted to spend time with you instead. And now he wants to spend even more time with you by cooking together. This is giving you such confusing signals.

“Nice, let me just change into something more comfortable”, he says and then waddles away to get to his room.

“What are you doing?”

Yoongi makes you turn around. You were just in the middle of deep cleaning your room when your very loud banging and vacuuming drew Yoongi out of his room. He looked sleepy, with his black hair completely tousled and his eyes puffy.

“I’m cleaning my room, I felt like it’s needed.”

Yoongi lets his eyes wander over the messy room. The floors were invisible from all the rubbish and clothes piling all over themselves. Your furniture’s surfaces were covered in all sorts of stuff and dirty laundry and your sheets were stained from long usage. You like to lovingly call it your depressive heartbreak cave. Yoongi would never comment on it because he knows that you don’t want it to happen, he just makes sure that you never leave any food out so you wouldn’t get mold poisoning. Knowing that you feel ready enough to finally clean it makes him feel proud.

“That’s cool. Should I help?”

“You don’t have to. I know it’s your free day today, I don’t want to burden you.”

“You don’t burden me. Just give me a few to wake up because I just took a massive nap and I am currently tripping.”

He makes you giggle, forcing his heart to flutter at the sound of it.

“No worries Yoongs, take your time”, you tell him and Yoongi finds himself staring at your smile just one second too long.

“Mhm”, he lets out and turns to leave.

When Yoongi comes back, you have already cleaned all of your surfaces from the dirt. You are in the middle of the big pile, sorting through it.

“Hey”, he announces himself and sits down next to you.

“Do you see what I did?”

“Yes, you did a lot. I’m proud of you.”

You look at him with sparkly eyes.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and gives you a sweet smile.

He reaches out to pat your knee.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Can you get all the laundry and sort it into piles?”

“On it.”

So you and Yoongi spend the next hour sorting through your stuff. You spend it sorting through your trash whilst Yoongi makes sure that every piece of clothing gets thrown on the right pile. You are listening to music as you do it. There are a few songs of Yoongi in your playlist as well and each time one of his songs comes up, you gasp and then send Yoongi a knowing grin.

You comment something along the way of “this is your best song” and then hum the melody to it. And Yoongi finds himself standing still for just a few seconds, looking at your face and feeling warm inside.

“Oh that.”

Yoongi turns, watching you stare at a little plushy. You look sad. He knows that this was one of the plushies your ex gave you as a weak apology after he fucked up again. You accepted each of them gladly and pretended as if everything was okay again, when in reality nothing should have been fine again.

He sits down next to you, studying your face. You acknowledge his presence by showing him the plushy with a tilt of your wrist.

“He gave me that plushy after I found him cheating on me”, you say and Yoongi feels his stomach tighten in anger. Your ex is really such a piece of shit.

“So throw it away.”

“You think so?” you ask him with uncertainty in your voice.

“Yes, throw it away. Hell, throw everything away this bastard gave you.”

“I don’t know if I can do this”, you confess, lowering your eyes.

“Well, do you want to keep those memories? Do you wanna be reminded that you got cheated on each time you look at that bear?”

“No”, you whisper, shaking your head.

“And this one”, he picks up another, “didn’t he give you that elephant after he destroyed your favourite scrapbook? On purpose, if I may add.”

“Yes, he did.”

“So? Do you really wanna keep this memory?”

“No, of course not”, you say with your voice barely audible.

“Then let’s throw it away”, he says, opening a new rubbish bag, “do it, I promise you that it’ll feel good.”

You hesitate, switching your gaze between his face and the rubbish bag he holds open. He gives you a patient smile and it is enough to give you enough strength to make that fateful move. You throw the plushy away, having to gasp afterwards from the intensity of the act.

You touch your own chest, feeling so lighthearted and so relieved that you have to check if your heart is still beating.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you say and laugh, “it feels really good.”

Yoongi smiles and hands you the elephant plushy.

You accept it and throw it away with a laugh on your tongue and relief in your heart. You fill up three rubbish bags with all the stuff you have accumulated from your ex over the years. A few tears were spilled, which Yoongi stopped with gentle hugs and sweet words. A few cursewords fell, which Yoongi supported by letting out even ruder cursewords and making you laugh with it. There was hesitation and Yoongi was there for you through it all, holding the rubbish bag open until you finally threw away another piece of awful memory.

Come nightfall and your room is finally cleaned. The floors are empty and wiped. The furniture is carrying the stuff it is supposed to carry and not your rubbish. And your bed sheets are changed and fill the room with the scent of freshly washed laundry.

Speaking of laundry. You and Yoongi are currently busy hanging up your masses of laundry, listening to music and laughing.

The bags and bags of rubbish Yoongi already carried downstairs to the big rubbish containers in your apartment’s backgarden. Now you are truly free of every burdening thought those items brought with them.

You turn to Yoongi once you are done hanging up the laundry. He is currently squatting in front of the laundry machine, trying to get the settings right for the last round of laundry. There he is. Your handyman. No matter what your problem is, he will always be there to fix it.

You walk to him and squat down beside him.

He turns his head.

“Thank you”, you say and then hug him.

Yoongi gasps, feeling confused for a second before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“For what?” he asks.

“Just for being the best thing in my life.”

Yoongi blushes, closing his eyes because he feels way too overwhelmed by his emotions.

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Now hush and take it.”

He chuckles, growing small in your hands from feeling way too shy.

“Whatever, I’ll take it I guess.”

You giggle and squeeze him tightly.

“Oh Yoongs, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi feels himself blush even more, burying his nose in your shoulder and wishing for this moment to never end.

You and him were grocery shopping because you wanted to cook tonight. It was Yoongi’s idea, saying that he wants to spend time with you. You felt really tingly when he said it and agreed instantly.

You are currently standing in the cheese aisle when a certain face calls your attention.

“Fuck, oh no. Help.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, inspecting the panic in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Will”, you whisper the words into Yoongi’s ear, “he’s right there.”

Yoongi scans the aisle. You were right. There he is. Standing by the milk section and looking like the ugly cunt that he is. Yoongi looks back at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, touching your arm in a soothing manner.

It has been twenty eight days ever since you last saw your shitty ex, but Yoongi knows just how easily you can fall back into your pattern again. One conversation can mean losing weeks and weeks of hard earned process.

“Yes, I’m okay”, you say, “goddammit. It’s so weird, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t look cool. Wait, should we act as if we’re dating?”

“Huh?” Yoongi widens his eyes, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m panicking. I don’t know what to do. Help me Yoongi. Frick, did he just see us? Yoongi, I think he saw us.”

Yoongi checks for himself. Will most definitely did not see you. He is still very busy with picking out milk.

“Calm down, he didn’t”, Yoongi says in a soft spoken voice.

“I’m done for. Yoongi, I wanna look cool.”

“You do.”

“Does my hair look nice? And my face? Frick, I should have put on other pants. Noo, there is a stain on them.”

“You look beautiful ___.”

You stop talking just to stare.

Yoongi reaches out and fixes a strand of your hair, giving you a sweet smile. The gesture sends a warm tingle over your skin.

“Don’t worry, he’ll look at you”, he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, “and he’ll regret ever treating you like shit.”

“I..” you lower your eyes, feeling your heart flutter. You know that Yoongi only says those words to calm down your nervousness and yet you can’t help but feel so appreciated and so pretty. Yoongi thinks you are beautiful. This feels so awesome, “thank you”, you whisper, reaching out to touch his chest.

Yoongi looks at your hands then at your face, feeling his cheeks heat up just slightly. He feels so warm right now. Here in this blindingly bright grocery aisle you are touching his chest and looking at his face with your pretty eyes. And he feels unbreakable, as if in this tiny moment in his life nothing could hurt him.

“___?”

The moment breaks, Yoongi is left shivering as you pull your hand away.

You lift your head, coming face to face with Will. He is staring, carrying jealousy in his eyes.

“Hm?” you squint your eyes as if you needed to take a better look at him, “oh Will!” you exclaim, “wow, I completely forgot who you were for a sec”, you say and laugh.

Yoongi has to stifle his laughter. He likes the new you. This attitude suits you.

Will seems taken aback for a second.

“Yeah uh…it’s me”, he hesitates then speaks again, “what are you doing here?”

“Well”, you look around, “it’s a grocery store, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but we’re shopping for, you know, groceries.”

Will laughs awkwardly.

“True yeah, you’ve become really funny ___.”

“No I haven’t, I always have been.”

“Huh?”

“What?” you challenge with a cock of your eyebrow.

“Nothing, uhm…” Will clears his throat rather awkwardly, “hey do you wanna grab coffee tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you check your invisible watch, “would you look at that? It seems like I don’t have time tomorrow.”

“Hah”, Will sneaks a glance at Yoongi, “today then? I’m free now.”

“I’m not. Yoongi and I are gonna cook together”, you say, pointing at the man by your side.

Will sends him a jealous look.

“Is he your new boyfriend?”

Yoongi tenses up in nervousness when you wrap your arms around his arm and then squeeze your cheek against him.

“Yes he is and we are very happy.”

Yoongi gawks at you with big eyes, feeling short of breath.

“Great, couldn’t even wait a month could you?” Will’s once nervous voice is laced with poisonous jealousy, now directed at Yoongi.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh give me a break, I know you always wanted her. Of course you’d leech off of her now that she’s all confused and heartbroken.”

Yoongi straightens his back and takes a step closer to Will. Although he is a good five inches smaller than your ex, he seems to tower over him.

“Now I’m gonna tell you something”, he hisses, “the fact that you know that she was confused and heartbroken and that you have the audacity to act as if I’m a villain when you used that confusion times and times again to hurt her, makes you look like the greatest fucking cunt.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“We both know that that’s a lie”, Yoongi spits.

Will seems to struggle for words, looking between your face and Yoongi’s.

Yoongi steps back and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

You giggle, drawing into him and sending Yoongi’s heart into a complete frenzy. Will is wrong with a lot of things, except for one thing. Holy fuck, Yoongi has such a massive crush on you. He’s not trying to let it show, but you snuggling into him right now as you and him pretend to be a couple for the sake of annoying your ex, does things to his heart. He knows that you are just pretending to look cool in front of your ex, but fuck, this does things to his heart. You and him dating. Yoongi feels dizzy just thinking about that possibility.

“Either way, me and my boyfriend are gonna go now. See you not”, you say and make Yoongi move with a gentle nudge.

“I..uh…” Will presses out, blinking rapidly.

“Oh yeah”, you stop abruptly, making Yoongi gasp in surprise. You whip around, keeping a tight grip on Yoongi’s waist, “he has a huge dick and your dick is small. Also you can’t use it for shit.”

“What the fuck?”

You giggle and then snuggle back into Yoongi. And then you finally abandon your ex in the milk aisle.

You have just crossed the corner when Yoongi can’t take it anymore, breaking into loud cackles.

“He has a huge dick and your dick is small? What the hell ___?” he says in a laugh.

You giggle, “listen, I was improvising. I don’t know why I said that.”

“No it was awesome, fuck”, he says and snorts very ungracefully, “fuck this was the funniest thing you’ve ever done.”

“You think so? So I wasn’t too mean?”

“No, you were perfect. Seriously, I freaking love you, this is going to stay in my brain. I-“

You silence him by kissing his cheek.

Yoongi swallows down his voice, feeling dizzy.

“I love you too Yoongs.”

“Huh? I- huh? What?”

You grin goofily and then rest your head on his chest.

“Fuck, I just really showed it to him, didn’t I?” you say and giggle, “I feel so proud right now. I’m sorry for pulling you into this, I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to show him just how over him I am.”

Yoongi slowly understands what you mean. That you love him like a best friend loves her best friend. And it hurts because for just a second he thought that you loved him the way he loves you.

“It’s totally fine. I’m just glad I could help”, he presses out, shivering in the cold once you step back.

You spend your free day painting. You always loved painting, but stopped doing it after your ex told you that you don’t really have talent for it. You want to do it again these days. Now that you haven’t seen his face for two months and your phone stayed free of his messages as well, you realised just how awesome your life is without him. You are so happy, you feel so confident in your hobbies again and you also feel just a tiny bit pretty again. Not much and you have to thank Yoongi for giving you enough confidence to feel pretty again. He developed the habit of always coming into your room right after waking up just to greet you and give you a little compliment. You know that he only does this to help you gain your confidence back, but there are days where you wish that maybe he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

Today you felt like painting, using bright colours and bold strokes. You have no idea what it should depict once you are finished, but you don’t care because you are having so much fun doing it. You also plan on giving Yoongi the painting as a thank you present for always being there for you when you need him.

A knock on your door makes you stop for just a moment.

“Come in!”

The door opens and in steps Yoongi. He is dressed in his casual clothes. Black sweats and a black jumper with fluffy socks. He looks comfy and as if he smelled really nice.

“Oh Yoongi, hey”, you say, giving him a grin.

“Hey, how are you doing?” he asks you, waddling to your spot to sit down next to you.

So now he is sitting next to you on the floor, cross-legged and with his cheeks rosy. Also. You were right, he smells amazing. His scent surrounds him and tickles your nose, making your heartbeat speed up.

“I’m doing really good. I’m painting and it’s so much fun.”

“I can see”, Yoongi says and studies the painting, “it’s really nice. You are really talented.”

Your heart flutters. He likes it.

“Thank you”, you whisper, feeling even better about your painting now that Yoongi complimented it. Wow, so this is how it feels like to be complimented on your art. Wow, wow, wow.

"How was your walk?" you ask him giddily.

"Good. I got an idea for a new song. Listen", he says and presses play on his phone. Yoongi recorded himself humming the melody and singing a few lines of lyrics. He sounds so endearing on it.

The recording ends and Yoongi lowers his phone with his face carrying shyness.

"Don't bully my voice, I know it sucks", he murmurs, fumbling with the lobe of his ear nervously.

"No it doesn’t, it's really good. I love the part where you go", you demonstrate your favourite part, making Yoongi smile with it.

"You think so? I like that part too."

"It's awesome. I can’t wait to hear it once it’s done."

He lowers his eyes nervously and touches the side of his neck. You turn back to your painting and continue your work.

Yoongi stays with you as you work, watching the strokes of your brushes and finding great relaxation in the movements of them.

"Any ideas on which instruments you want to use?"

"Not really. Maybe strings, they could work really well."

"Mhm that sounds nice", you say, mixing pink and purple to create yet another shade of pink. It’s pretty, you like it. You use it to shade the little triangle you drew in green.

“Hey ___”, he breaks the comfortable silence, “I’ve got something for you.”

“Huh? For me? Really?” you make sure, placing your brush down.

You turn to him. He nods his head.

“What is it?”

He lowers his eyes and then opens his palm to present a small stone to you. Just a little bit bigger than a peach pit, white with pink speckles all over it.

“A stone?” you gasp, taking it between your fingers. It is warm from his palm, just slightly damp from his nervous sweat, “oh my god you got me a stone?!” your voice is squeaky in excitement.

Yoongi watches how you inspect it with sparkling eyes and how you begin smiling.

“You got me a stone! Oh my god! Why did you get me a stone?”

He shrugs his shoulders, scratching the side of his neck nervously.

“Just so, I saw it lying on the ground and it made me think of you, so I picked it up”, he mumbles, cheeks turning beet red.

“Yoongi”, you say, eyes filling with tears, “this is so pretty”, you whisper, resting your cheek on it, “thank you so much.”

Yoongi smiles, “I’m happy you like it.”

“I do”, you say, falling around his neck to give him a tight hug.

Yoongi closes his eyes immediately, wrapping his arms around your middle to tug you closer. He feels you giggle and then squeeze him back.

“Thank you so much”, you say, sniffling quietly.

“Are you crying?” he whispers.

“Yes”, you whisper.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m so happy. I always wanted to have someone give me a stone.”

Yoongi smiles and caresses your back.

“I know”, he whispers.

He shivers when you run your fingers through his hair and almost faints when a second later he feels your lips on his cheek in a tender kiss.

You pull away, looking at him with glassy yet happy eyes.

“But Yoongi, I don’t understand what that means.”

“It’s just..so…I don’t know”, he murmurs, fidgeting nervously.

“I mean”, you let out an awkward laugh, “nevermind, it’s silly”, you say and grin, “I’ll have to find a place for it. Thank you so much, this is the sweetest present someone ever gave to me.”

Then you draw back and stand up to find a place for your new present.

You place the stone on your windowsill right next to your potted plant and your tiny figurine of a cat. You love how it looks. It may be small and many people wouldn’t see any difference in your room, but you do and you feel so happy that it is now part of your collection.

“Wow, this looks so pretty there”, you gasp and giggle, “look Yoongi.”

You turn and halt.

“What’s wrong?”

“___ I have to tell you something.”

“Okay”, you say, sitting down next to him. You intertwine your fingers with his’, “what’s wrong?”

“___ I…” he halts just to inhale shakily. He laughs nervously, looking to the side.

“What is it?” you ask without any sort of hurry in your voice.

“___ I love you.”

“Aww Yoongs”, you say and smile, “I love you too.”

He is so sweet. This is so typical of him. Yoongi is such a secret softie. He may struggle a little with words of affection, but when he does finally get them out, they are always honest and so, so sweet.

“No, I…”

“Yes Yoongs?”

“I’m in love with you”, he confesses in a barely there whisper.

“Oh.”

Yoongi lowers his head.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making Us weird.”

Kiss.

Yoongi lifts his head quickly, staring into your eyes.

You just kissed his cheek.

“Hehe”, you let out and grin.

Yoongi touches the spot you kissed.

“I don’t understand”, he whispers.

“I feel the same”, you say and scrunch your nose up, “I think. At least. I don’t know. I know that I love you and that you make me really happy and lately I feel really tingly when you’re in the room with me. A-and it’s so weird of me to say this, but you left a meeting for me and, and look at me after waking up a-and now you’ve given me a stone and I know you’ve just done all of this to cheer me up, but that’s like always been my dream and maybe I think I’m in love with you too because of it.”

“I know”, he whispers, “n-not, not the love part, but the other part. With the dream and all the things I did.”

“You knew?” you press out, feeling yourself tear up.

“You told me. I don’t know, I remembered. I don’t know”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “it’s not a big deal I guess.”

“Yes, yes it is”, you sniffle, making Yoongi raise his head in alarm.

“Don’t cry.”

“It’s the biggest deal ever. Yoongi holy fuck”, you press out and sob.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“Yes it is!” you exclaim and smile at him behind your tears, “it’s so okay. You make me feel okay and, and it makes me want to kiss your lips, because this is like my dream and you are really handsome and freaking love you so much.”

“Oh”, he lets out and goes to hide his face behind his hands, “oh my god ___”, he presses out and then giggles. He giggles like an excited little child all whilst trying his hardest to hide his burning cheeks from your eyes.

And you do the same, except that you hide your face in his shoulder and sit down on his lap just so you could be closer to him.

“I’m so happy Yoongi, I’m so happy”, you laugh and sob and laugh some more.

And Yoongi does what he does best. He hugs you and lets you have this emotional moment while maybe spilling a few tears of happiness himself. And once those tears stop and you and him are giggling and hugging and feeling so happy, you lift your head just to look at him. And it feels different when you do.

You always knew that Yoongi was handsome and that you liked the way his features worked together so perfectly and also how they all looked individually. You liked his button nose and the shape of his pouty lips, you loved the sparkle of his eyes and the softness of his cheeks. You always loved his face, but in this moment you love it a hundred million times more.

You cup his handsome face and lean in.

Stop. Hesitation. Nervousness.

“It’s okay, I want it”, he whispers, cupping your face in his big, healing hands.

You giggle and draw closer.

One kiss. Just a shy touch of lips then you and him pull back simultaneously.

Eyes exchange looks. Hearts race before synching their rhythms. Lips tingle for more.

Yoongi is the one feeling braver, maybe however he feels greedy now that he can finally kiss you. He just wants to do it. He wants to kiss you the way you deserve to be kissed. With tenderness, with adoration and with utter devotion. There is no other way you deserve to be kissed and as he shows you the kisses he will give you from now on, you find yourself drawing closer to him and sighing his name because nobody has ever kissed you that way before.

You don’t really stop kissing for the rest of the day. You try to make dinner together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you against the kitchen counter with his hands on your lower back. You try to watch a movie together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you on the sofa with you on his lap and his hands cradling your body. You also try to fall asleep in your separate rooms, but Yoongi ends up joining you in your bed ten seconds in and kissing you until you both feel too sleepy to continue.

It is Saturday now. Ten hours after you and him stopped kissing and you are awake. Yoongi is still asleep, sleeping next to you in fetus position and with his hands between his knees. He looks really tiny in that position. He is so cute. You giggle, muffling most of the sound in your pillow in order not to wake him up. He is so cute and now you know that he likes you. Actually likes you. It feels so awesome to experience. What feels even more awesome to experience is when Yoongi opens his eyes, studies your face and begins smiling.

“Hey”, you say.

“Best view ever”, he murmurs and reaches out to touch your hand.

“Oh my god”, you gasp and giggle like a little child, “Yoongi, oh my god.”

“What?” he asks sleepily, blinking slowly to wake himself up.

“I wanna cry again, thank you”, you say and then draw closer to snuggle into him.

Yoongi accepts it with a tired grunt and his legs entangling with yours. He smells really good. Warm from sleep which helps the scent of his shower gel to really come out. He thinks that you smell really good too, warm and sweet just like your shampoo.

“Mhm darling, you’ll make me wanna sleep again if you cuddle me like that”, he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“I’m your darling”, you whisper, voice filled with awe.

“Mh-hm.”

You giggle.

“And you’re my darling too?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Wow”, you let out in a breathy laugh, snuggling closer. You wiggle like a happy cat, making Yoongi purr in comfort, "I like this nickname. It’s so sweet. Will never called me that, he always called me babe. I don’t like that nickname, it sucks."

"Hm", he hums, rubbing slow circles on your back, "I don’t like it either. It’s really impersonal and lame."

"Hard agree", you say then sigh, "oh Yoongs, you’re so snuggly."

"You too, I feel really comfy."

"Me too, yes, me too", you say and give him a squeeze. You let out a little squeak as you do, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.

"You're cute", he says.

"Wow", you whisper, "thank you…"

Yoongi cradles you in his arms and kisses the crown of your head. He is a little bit sad about the fact that even the smallest of compliments leaves you feeling stunned. You never should have been brought that low and Yoongi swears that he will personally lift you up until you can finally touch the clouds again.

"What nicknames do you like? I like many nicknames", you say.

"Really? Tell me."

"Snuggles is so cute and it fits you because you are snuggly. And honeybun, I don’t know, you remind me of honey."

He chuckles, "I do? Is it because I never expire?"

"No tzt", you nudge his chest, "it's because you’re sweet. Goddammit Yoongi, now you made it weird."

You make him laugh and then kiss the crown of your head

"You're adorable", he whispers and kisses you again, "maybe I'll call you cutie or sweetie because that’s what you are."

"Stop, oh my god", you gasp.

Yoongi chuckles softly, petting the back of your head. He is seriously so happy right now. This is everything he ever wanted.

You spend your Saturday in bed together. Sleeping, talking, sleeping again, talking and kissing, sleeping once more, listening to music and coming up with song ideas, making out because Yoongi is obsessed with you and him writing music together, snacking, cuddling and kissing then some more cuddling. And it was awesome.

Yoongi is currently out of bed because he really needed to pee. He returns with two bowls of food.

"I warmed some of the leftover goulash", he explains, handing one of the bowls to you.

"Wow, thank you. I was honestly starving. This is great", you say, accepting it happily.

You share some bread with the goulash and you may also steal one kiss from Yoongi when he least expects it. It makes him fluster and then give you a quick kiss back.

Your bowls of food are empty by now, standing on your floor for later clean-up. You are on Yoongi’s lap again, fingers entangled in his hair and lips dancing with his'. He is letting out the softest of noises as you kiss him, making you feel so wanted. Your ex never let you know that he liked the kisses. Quite frankly, he didn’t even kiss you for that long and that passionately in the first place. But that doesn't matter anymore, because you have Yoongi now and he is all that matters.

You break the kiss for a moment of air, pulling back just to look at his face. His cheeks are heated, his pouty lips look so puffy from all the nibbling and sucking you did and his pupils are just slightly dilated.

You let out a shy giggle, lowering your eyes. Yoongi cups your cheek, tracing your features with his thumb.

"What is it?" he asks in that sweet, calming voice of his'.

"It's just...we're kissing so much", you confess and hide your face behind your hands, "I hope I don’t bore you."

"Bore me?" he chuckles softly, "darling, why should I be bored? This is like the most exciting thing I have done in a long time."

"Really?" at that you look into his eyes, meeting honesty in them.

"Of course. You are the best kisser", he says and it makes you feel so warm and tingly inside.

"Thank you", you whisper, closing your eyes when a second later he tugs you onto his lips for yet another round of kissing.

And so you kiss again. You kiss because kissing Yoongi is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to you too. It doesn’t even feel awkward that you and him went from being best friends to lovers overnight. You thought it to feel awkward and that it would make you nervous or that your situation would be weird from now on. But it doesn't. It feels right, as if it was always meant to happen and as if scattered pieces of the universe finally shifted into their right places.

"Yoongs", you sigh, breaking the kiss.

"Hm?" he hums, chasing your lips.

"It feels good."

"Mh-hm yeah", he says and places his hands on your hips, "com'ere, wanna have a kiss."

You lean in whilst giggling, running your hands over his torso while Yoongi lets his own dance over your legs. You learn that Yoongi feels way more built and lean than his small frame lets one believe. His arms are sculpted, courtesy of all the handy little work he does in your apartment. And his chest carried a certain strength to it, you blame it on the big, golden heart it has to carry around. That thought makes you giggle and then kiss him deeper.

Yoongi reacts by letting out a soft moan, squeezing your thighs in his strong, yet gentle hands.

You and him are both aware that this is affecting both of you. Truly affecting you. You learned from all the kissing you did, that Yoongi is the type of man that gets hard if only you kiss him long enough. And that knowledge made you realise that you are actually also the type of woman to get wet when being kissed. You blame it solely on Yoongi. He has magical powers in his pretty lips.

And right now. Right in this moment, as the light of the setting sun is shining into your room and your bodies are tingly from all the previous make-out sessions, you didn’t want to stop anymore. You run your hands down his torso, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants teasingly. You don’t open them, you just tease.

"Fuck ___", Yoongi presses out, touching your lower back.

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop."

"With what? That?" you tug at his strings, loosening them slightly.

He exhales shakily, chasing your kiss with parted lips and his half-lidded eyes focused on your mouth.

"You're addicting", he rasps.

You shiver, touching his chest. His heart was racing, copying your rhythm.

"I'm addicting?"

"Yeah...so much…" he licks his lips, moans softly, "wanna keep getting lost in you."

He manages to send a shiver through your entire body.

"Yoongi, I’m wet", you panic instantly, "sorry! Ew, why did I say this?"

Yoongi breaks away, giving you a lopsided smile. He lets his eyes run up and down your body, keeping them half-lidded.

"You're wet?"

"Stoop, don’t bully me", you whine, feeling like hiding.

But Yoongi tugs your hands away and makes you look into his eyes.

"Can I try?" he asks.

"Huh?"

He licks his lips, making you follow his tongue with eager eyes.

"I wanna try."

"Wait. Serious?" you ask, having to laugh afterwards, "like serious, serious?"

"Why...not?" Yoongi furrows his brows, "goddammit ___ how much shittier does your ex get?"

You fluster now that Yoongi saw right through you.

"Did he at least make you cum somehow?"

"I, uh..hah, yeah about that…"

"Goddamn", he lets out and grinds his teeth, "he's such a cunt. Imagine dating you and not wanting to make you cum over and over again."

"Oh my god, Yoongi", you gasp, "you and your loose tongue."

That’s when Yoongi surprises you by flipping you and him over. Your head finds its resting position on the foot end of your bed, Yoongi’s body claims the emptiness between your legs. Quite frankly it steals the sanity from you.

"It's not only loose, but fucking skilled too", he rasps, "I'll send you to heaven and back, darling."

"Bruh", you gawk at him, "sorry, that was not a sexy reaction."

Yoongi chuckles, "you're always sexy."

He makes you fluster, but also squirm because now all you can think about is his tongue and what it could do to you. You are staring at his lips, twisting the front of his shirt.

"Wow…"

"Now can I show you?" he asks, noticing the eagerness in your gaze.

"Yes please", you whisper.

"Thank you, fuck you’re making me the happiest man", he says and goes to kiss your neck. He kissed your neck before, last night during the movie. It doesn’t make the sensation any less intense. You are shivering, feeling the effects of it right between your legs.

Yoongi is a lot more vocal in his neck kisses than he was last night however. Soft moans, whispered praises, shaky breaths. He lets you know that although you were the one being kissed, he feels just as affected by them.

He trails his kisses down your body very soon, exploring your torso through your shirt. He tried tugging your shirt up, but stopped when he felt you squirm uncomfortably. You weren’t feeling confident enough for that step yet and Yoongi is looking forward to the journey of getting you there. No matter how long it takes. But for now, he is doing best with your shirt tickling his lips.

"Feels so nice", you sigh, melting under him.

He hums and finally he reaches your inner thighs.

It’s just one kiss. One touch of his tender lips. And you are squirming. This feels amazing. Holy fuck, if a simple thigh kiss feels like that, than how will he feel between your legs?

You whimper his name, making him lift his head.

"Too fast?"

"No, too slow."

He chuckles, "message received. Lift your hips."

"Why?"

"So I can take off your pants to eat you out. Only if you allow me though."

"Oh uhm", a short moment of contemplation, "yes, okay."

You lift your hips, waiting with bated breath until he finally has your pants pulled down. Well damn, now you’re naked. You close your legs, tugging your shirt down.

"What's wrong? Not a fan of it? Should I get the pants again?" he asks.

"No, it’s just. Just don’t laugh or something, I don’t know."

"I won’t laugh, don’t be scared. I got you", he promises you, calming down your nervousness by kissing your knee.

"Really? Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay so, uhm", you open your legs for a good second, "eek", you close them again, "dude that was fucking scary, my heart is racing."

Yoongi settles back, looking at you with those patient and never judgemental eyes of his'.

"What are you scared of? Tell me and I'll try to understand you."

He doesn’t even realise just how important this is right now. Him being so patient and understanding. This isn’t something you had before. It was always dick out, pants down, no questions asked with your ex. This right here shows you that it can be different too. That you are also allowed to feel comfortable. And it means the world to you.

You take a deep breath for good luck and then finally - finally - voice your thoughts.

"Okay so uhm. What if I taste weird?"

"You won’t. I love eating pussy."

"H-hot, but also...what if you don’t like the shape of it?"

"Won't happen, you’re beautiful. All of you."

"Wow", you giggle, "but what if...I didn’t really like...shave."

"So? You’re a grown-ass woman, you’re supposed to have hair down there."

"But Will-"

"Will is a crusty manchild cunt, he doesn’t deserve to be let anywhere near a pussy."

He cracks you up, shedding you of a million pounds of tension and nervousness. Yoongi chuckles and caresses your leg.

"Thank you", you whisper, "seriously thank you."

He gives you a knowing smile, running his palms up and down the inside of your thighs without ever intruding your private space. It is still enough to make you feel needy and make you crave more.

"Now, can I see your pretty pussy, darling? I'm so greedy for a look."

“You’re literally so hot when you talk like this, what the fuck”, you whisper, making him smirk nonchalantly, “okay, yes uhm", you say and then open your legs for him.

Yoongi lets his eyes flit down, widening them instantly. Even his lips part in awe.

"Holy fuck ___ look at you. Wow. Just wow. You have the sexiest pussy ever."

"Stop that, oh my god", you gasp and despite your complaints, you open your legs further.

"Yes, wow. Look at you. Fucking look at you."

Yoongi’s eyes are spilling over in adoration for you and it makes you feel really sexy. And confident too.

"I'm so lucky. Fuck, I’m so fucking lucky", he rasps and lies down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs, “so fucking lucky, look at you”, he murmurs and lowers his head to your pussy.

"Eek", you squeak, ripping your eyes open.

Your life flashes before your eyes. You watch the creation of the universe. And you are pretty sure that for a second you travelled to the end of the galaxy. So this is how that feels like. Goddamn.

"Ah, hah - oh god."

Yoongi moans, staring at your face and dancing his tongue up and down your pussy. You taste so good, feel so soft and warm. It’s only been seconds and he is already obsessed.

"T-that feels so good. Urgh god, Yoongi", you press out, wiggling your hips.

Yoongi stops your fleeing body by throwing your legs over his shoulders, keeping them still with a strong grip. He can taste how much this gesture affects you. He can feel how this small act makes you clench. Can hear it too as your voice pitches so perfectly.

"So sweet", he uses the vibrations of his voice to his advantage, making you twitch and gasp, "my darling's so sweet", he seals his words by sucking your clit between his pouty lips. For just a second because then you flinch away and laugh.

"Yoongi, fuck."

"What's wrong?"

"I just", you lift your head to stare at him, "you're a demon what the hell? I already wanna cum."

"I'm a demon?" he chuckles, "or maybe you’re just needy."

"Hey", you pout.

He smirks, "it's hot that you are", he rasps and then wiggles his tongue through your folds all whilst keeping up the eye contact.

You gasp and tense up, trying and failing to keep your eyes open.

“Jesus fuck, Yoongi…”

You tilt your head back, parting your lips in bliss.

You’re so lovely. So goddamn pretty. Yoongi can’t get enough of the view and your pussy. He buries himself deeper, grinding his tongue over your clit all whilst gazing at your face.

"Ah", you drop your head and arch your back. Then you moan and melt under the sensations. This feels so good. It seriously does. Being so loved feels so good.

Yoongi soothes your trembling legs with slow rubs up and down. You know that he got you, that this right here is what security and safety feels like. And it may sound weird, but it heals your heart as well. Yoongi eating your sweet pussy is healing your heart. It sounds like a joke, but it isn’t. Being so appreciated is like medicine to you.

“Yoongi…” you sigh, caressing his back by wiggling your feet.

He answers you with a sweet moan, littering your pussy with kisses to give her a little break and also because he is fucking obsessed. You giggle each time he does.

“Does that feel nice?” he asks in fond chuckles, kissing your clit.

“Yeah”, you giggle, nodding your head vigorously.

“Mhm darling…I love your pussy”, he sighs and finally darts his tongue out again.

“Oh! Oh wow”, you gasp, legs twitching on his back and pussy welcoming his licks with eager clenches. It happens naturally that you reach down to twist his hair, only to get cold feet and pat his head awkwardly instead, “fuck sorry”, you laugh.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s alright, you’re so sexy”, he assures you and makes you moan with just a perfect flick of his tongue. It also doesn’t help that he decided to slip one of his fingers into you, slowly and carefully in order not to overwhelm you.

Not that it does not overwhelm you. Not in a bad way. But in a totally leg shaking, mind scrambling type of way.

“How’s that?” he asks, listening to your whimpering and mewling. He fucks his long finger in and out of you slowly, almost going crazy at just how warm and wet you feel around him.

“G-good, ah Yoongi”, you have to arch your back, melting in his hands.

“So perfect, I’m the luckiest”, he rasps in that sexy voice of his’ and connects his lips with your clit again. He sucks and licks her skillfully all whilst feeding your greedy pussy his finger.

“Yoongi, I wanna cum”, you whine, tightening around him.

He breaks away, "don’t hold back darling, let me taste your orgasm", he rasps and then he is already back on your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to heaven.

"Y-Yoongi", you choke out, gasping for air. You are so close. He is so good. This is the best.

"Feed me, darling. Feed me", Yoongi begs, making the lewdest of sounds as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

You wanted this to last longer, but physically can’t stop this high from happening. You have no practice in holding back your orgasms because you never got even remotely close to one in the first place. This is a skill you don’t possess, but right this moment you don’t care because with just a flick of his tongue and a curl of his finger, Yoongi actually sends you to heaven.

"Wow, oooh", you press out, reaching down to twist his hair. Your legs are shaking, your entire body is burning up. Yoongi guides you through your high, encouraging you with needy moans and eager licks. Even afterwards he keeps his mouth latched to your pussy, kissing her soothingly and making you sigh in complete bliss.

“That was so nice”, you whisper and sniffle, “Yoongi I’m-” you can’t stop it from happening. You start crying. You start crying because the fact that someone loves you enough that he wants to make you feel good, overwhelms you.

“Hey”, he is face to face with you instantly, hugging you safely, “it’s okay, I’m here.”

“It’s just so nice a-and it overwhelms m-me”, you stutter.

“Mhm, I hear you. It’s alright, I’m here now. It’s alright”, he soothes you.

“Thank y-you”, you sob, snuggling into his safe chest.

“Hey, of course. Oh my darling, don’t cry, it’s okay”, he whispers, holding you until you don’t feel like crying anymore.

You just feel a little embarrassed, lifting your head with your cheeks burning up. You meet honest fondness in his eyes, no judgement just fondness.

“Sorry for crying”, you murmur.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay”, he assures you, caressing your cheek.

"I'm just such a mess", you laughed as you said the words but carried sadness in your eyes.

Yoongi wipes your tears away, "that's alright. I'm here and won’t leave. We can work on this together."

"Thank you", you whisper and touch his chest, "should I make you cum too?”

He laughs fondly, obviously surprised by your change in mood, but still completely enchanted.

“Only if you want to, you don’t have to.”

You tear up again, lower lip trembling.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s just that I’m not used to having my, my needs ackno- oh god, sorry”

"Don't apologize, you’re safe here."

"Fuck Yoongi", you press out and laugh. This time around, you are the one to wipe your tears, doing so with a little grunt. You inhale and exhale, "now I kinda wanna make you cum", you confess in a laugh.

He smiles, "yeah? Really?"

"Yes, you’re so awesome."

Yoongi blushes and gasps when you tug him closer by his shirt. Your eye contact is intense, filled with slight madness.

"Can you fuck me? Just like this?"

"Fuck ___ of course I can, but fuck."

"What?"

"You turn me on so much."

You giggle.

"I'll just get a condom real quick", he says, pecking your lips before leaving the bed to get to his room.

He returns a few moments later, carrying two condoms in case one of them breaks.

"Be glad you don’t have a dick, because running with a boner is the worst sensation ever", he says, making you laugh.

"I can imagine. But then, it’s not better with a vagina. It’s complete waterfalls once you stand up, and you can’t even stop it."

Yoongi laughs, "sounds awful."

"Yeah."

You probably would have continued laughing, hadn’t he taken his pants off and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He works skillfully to roll the condom on, but all you can concentrate on is his dick and just how fucking sexy it looks. Perfect in length, curved nicely and with the veins matching with those on his big hands. Meaning he had a perfectly shaped and veiny cock.

"Damn Yoongs."

He sneaks a glance your way.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it’s sexy as fuck."

"T-thanks", he struggles slightly now that he is jerking himself, "can you turn for me?"

You obey gladly, turning on the mattress so your lower body is now facing him.

Yoongi steps closer to the edge of the bed and rests his heavy cock on your pussy. With slow rolls of his hips, he rubs his cockhead back and forth, grinding against your clit as he does. It makes you sigh and squirm. He is so good.

"I can't wait to fuck you", he croaks, touching your dripping entrance with his fingertips, "wow sweetie, so wet. Do you want this cock?" he asks, spanking your clit with it softly.

"Y-yeah."

"Yeah", he repeats, outlining himself with you, "ready?"

"So ready. "

Yoongi slips in with one push, feeding you his length slowly and carefully. It feels fucking incredible to him, but he doesn’t let it show yet. His eyes are focused on your face, monitoring your expressions. You look entirely blissed-out.

"How’s that?"

"Fucking amazing. Yoongi, ah."

Yoongi feels safe enough to move, moaning instantly. You whimper, lips curling into a happy smile.

"Yes, oh god, yes."

"You feel so good around me sweetie", Yoongi presses out, resting his hands on the mattress. Right beside your shoulders, making his length shift inside of you into an even better angle. With the help of his curve and his skilled movements, you feel like going up in flames.

"Feels so nice…" you sigh.

Being fucked feels so nice. It didn’t always feel like that, but this right here feels nice. Yoongi feels nice.

"Yes it does. You feel so fucking incredible", Yoongi is struggling with his words. He can’t concentrate. At least not on talking. Not when your body makes him feel so fucking eternal.

"Don't...stop…" you beg him.

"I won’t, I can do this all night."

"Really?"

"No, lies. I wanna cum. You’re such a turn on."

You laugh, peeling your eyes open.

"Yoongi", you laugh, "oh? Yoongi…" you moan, trembling in pleasure.

"Isn’t that nice?" he asks, writing his name with his hips. He wants to let your pussy know just exactly who treats her so fucking well. She is not going to forget about how good sex feels like, Yoongi is making sure of it.

"So nice", you keen, hooking your legs behind his lower back. You clench down on him, forcing a growl to rumble in his chest.

"Relax sweetie, relax."

"I am.."

"No, you’re clenching. You'll make me cum, relax."

"But I wanna make you cum", you whine, arching your back.

Yoongi can’t help himself. He places his left hand on your back, tracing the arch of it until he reaches your exposed ass. He grabs it with both hands, keeping you arched for him.

"Ah!" your moans pitch, your mouth falls open.

"So pretty, so fucking good", Yoongi grunts, holding your squirming hips while his cock was making sure you were being fed well. Your feet are grinding against his lower back as you squirm, your fingers are twisting the sheets.

"Holy fuck Yoongi, holy fuck Yoongi. Yoongi, ah Yoongi."

"I know, I can feel it. You’re taking me so well", he praises and connects his thumb with your clit. It is still so swollen and sensitive, throbbing under his fingertip as he rubs expert circles on it.

His cock, his finger, the position. Yoongi. Everything is turning you on to the point of no return.

"Fuck darling", he grunts, "you like that, don’t you? You like it when I play with pretty, little clit as I fuck you, don’t you?"

"Yes Yoongi, yes. Hnggn", you throw your head back, "ah!"

Your back arches more, his cock slips deeper. Yoongi throws his own head back, feeling his knees buckle in bliss.

"Fuck", he lets out that very distinct laugh he does. It sounds just slightly fake, but you know he only does it when he is genuinely stunned by something. Or in his songs. He loves doing this stupidly hot laugh in his songs sometimes. Knowing that you can actually and truly bring it out of him when you fuck him, scrambles your already scrambled brain to the point of no return.

"Fuck ___ I'm going insane, I wanna fucking cum."

"Soon please soon", you beg.

"Yeah? You close?"

You whimper, giving him all he needed to know.

"Fuck, then take your time."

"It's, it’s not long any-, ah, -more."

"So sexy, my darling's so sexy."

That praise. That perfectly timed praise was all it needed. You break around Yoongi’s cock, clenching down on him to the point that he has to stop just so he wouldn’t accidentally trigger his own high. He lets you rut into his hand, gawking at your face with blown out pupils and his cock aching for release.

"Yes ___ yes, give me everything. Cream my fucking cock, that’s it", he encourages you.

"Yoongi please cum", you beg, aching for the sensations.

"Fuck darling", he presses out, fulfilling your wish by finally moving his hips and riding on your high until the tight knot in his stomach breaks.

"Ah-ah", he orgasms with a shuddering moan, fearing for his legs for a good second as they almost give up on him. You floating on your afterglow and helping him with his high in the process. This is the best orgasm he ever had.

Yoongi slacks against you once his high has died down, elbows working hard on keeping him from slipping.

"Darling, sweetie", he whispers, nuzzling into your neck with a happy smile, "that was amazing. Holy fuck, I’m literally dizzy."

You giggle, wrapping your limbs around him until he can’t help but fall.

"Careful, careful my dick", he gasps.

"Oh! Sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, you just almost made the condom slip", he says, taking care of it before an accident can happen. He chuckles, "fuck ___, you’re so amazing. That was seriously so good."

"Really?" you ask, changing your position so your head would be resting on his lap and your legs were bend behind his back.

Yoongi smiles, tracing your features with tender fingers.

"Yes really. You’re beautiful."

"Wow", you whisper, "no uhm...hah, thank you."

He gives you a reassuring smile, “you know what? Let’s prepare a really warm bath and take it together. That’ll help you relax.”

“Yes…wow… this sounds so romantic..wow."

You nod your head, gazing at his face as if he was your saviour and in a sense he was. He really did save you. He picked up the broken parts of your heart and fixed them with care and patience and without him you would still be lost in the pain of being loved by the wrong person.

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