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c0llisiion · 2 months

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ATTENTION — K.TH

★Pairing: kim Taehyung + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: exes , kinda toxic ig , bigdickdom!tae , choking, slight exhibitionism , reader is lowkey bipolar , angry sex/make up sex (they just went through a breakup) , mirror sex , oral, slapping, creampie , unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!) name calling, degradation, kth is kinda mean — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 2,435

A/N: HIIIIIIII!!!!!! so yes another kth fic :’) its been a while so that’s justified! This is actually one of my first fics i ever wrote nd i found it rotting in my notes so i decided to tweak it up and post :3 (the og was shit.) will finally be able to post more often <3 anyways enjoy! Hope you like itttt

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded club. It was a huge party, hosted by one of your closest friend. There were people dancing, drinking, and giving men lap dances. It was a wild one!

You were dancing hard with your girlfriends. Those few shots you took finally hit you.

You were approached by your friend, while having the time of your life "Hey, bae, there is someone you might like to see.." You stopped and focused on what she was saying "Who?" You inquired. She pointed out a man sitting in one of the booths. He was talking to another familiar man and didn't seem to notice you. You stood there, staring at the man in a suit with a few of his buttons undone. You were, honestly, in disbelief. This day is truly one for the history books.

"Taehyung..." You stood there wide-eyed. "Hell yeah, girly, I invited him for you and you only," she said with a smug smirk. "Go on, bae, get your tiger!" She nudged. "I-i-" you stammered. "come onnn ,, stop being a fucking pussy and go talk to him!!" She started shoving you in his direction. You stayed put, not letting her push you more. "Dude, for god's sake! It's going to be so awkward!" You turned around to face your clearly drunk friend. "Bitch, you were the one that was venting to me about how you wanted to see him almost every day since you broke up!" She countered. What she said was right. You were venting to her every day, nonstop, from the day you broke it off with him. "I-I had confidence that time..! But I don't think i will be able to show that same confidence .." Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "PUSSY!" She shouted in your face. You both giggled it off before she spoke up. "Well if you are not comfortable yet, then it's fine. I heard that he already has a new girlfrien-" "what?" Your ears perked up. "Wdym what? Did you not hear? Apparently he is fucking that hot chick , aeri from back then; she had approached him two days after you broke up, and they have been dating ever since." You look back at the man clad in a blue suit with a white button up underneath before letting out an angry scoff, "What a bastard..."

"Its time to get that bastard back into your life," your friend winked at you.

"Heeeyyyy, Taehyung! How is the party going for you?" Your friend approached him, stumbling slightly. "It's going well! I'm having so much fun!" Taehyung said it with excitement. "Ouu, I'm glad to hear! Ykw, do you want to join us on the dance floor?" Your friend batted her eyelashes at him, baiting him into joining her. "haha imma pass!" " Cooommeee oooonnnn, it’s going to be fun, Taehyung" she begged for him to join her, and he eventually did after much persuasion. He joined the dance floor and was quickly hoarded by hot girls who definitely wanted to get laid by him. After a moment, his eyes landed on someone he knew. It was you. You were with another man, kissing, hands around his neck, and swaying your hips in a very sultry way. You broke off the kiss and glanced to your side. He was standing there. A woman was holding his face in her hands, trying to get him out of his trance. You could feel the rage that was radiating off of him. You smirked and dragged your mister to the bar. You let him buy you a few drinks before eventually letting him go.

You were drinking your third shot of tequila when he approached you. "It's funny to see you here." You turned around to see the tall figure of Taehyung looking down at you. You almost choked on the alcohol. "It's my best friend's birthday; of course I will be here, dumbass!" You tapped the glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to pour you another. Taehyung walked over to the empty seat next to you. "So what's up?" You inquired while waiting. "Oh, nothing much; Daddy has been pressuring me to start staying stable." You snorted. " 'daddy' PFFFTTT" . Taehyung looked at you blankly. The bartender poured you a glass, and before you could down it all, Taehyung snatched the shot glass, drinking every last bit, and placed it on the counter. "Yeah 'daddy'” "Omg, you are literally so insufferable." You said it dramatically. "Idek how that aeri bitch is even with you," Taehyung shot up. "What aeri?" He said plainly like he had no idea what you were talking about. You looked at him in shock. "You are dating aeri right?" You asked for reassurance. He scoffed it off. " pff- you really think i would date a hoe like aeri? Never in a million years." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. " B-but .. f/n said you guys are fucking around..??" "That is true, though," your face drowned. "Like, we only hooked up once, and you know what? She is not the person she says she is. One of the worst fuckings I have ever done," you giggled. "Who was your best?" You asked him randomly. "You." Your cheeks turned pink almost immediately. You could feel him looking at you. Eyeing your entire body. "You look good today," he complimented you. "Don't I always look good?" You joked. He chuckled, looking down. You both were staring at each other with love and lust. "I miss you" had accidentally slipped your mouth. Curse you for drinking too much! You quickly covered your mouth in disbelief at what just came out. "What?" He looked at you. "Ah ah nothing, nevermind!!" You brushed it off as quickly as you could. He looked at you with his eyebrow quirked up. "Aha i think i gotta go... f/n is calling me haha". There was a slight stutter in your speech. You got up, and before you could leave the bar, he grabbed you by your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you. You were shocked. Your hands were on his chest while he kissed you with passion. "I missed you too, baby.." The bomb dropped. Your mind went blank. "But tae.." "Please, baby, take me back. I promise to change this time. I just really need you. I don't want anyone else." You looked at him with guilt. But this was the same statement he would always give. 'i will change’ 'I will do better' 'take me back'. You were unsure of what to feel. All these months, you missed him, and now?

"Tae you know we can't. You always say this but you never change. Just cut the act off." He let go of your waist. "I miss you, baby. I really do. And im sorry for all-" "shush. I don't want to hear another apology. You are never sorry." As much as you love and miss Taehyung. His personality is the biggest turn off. He had broken your trust multiple times, and whenever you would break up, he would come up with the same shit, and you were there to accept his lame apologies. But not this time. You took some time to think about it, and you came to the conclusion that it was best for you not to take him back.

"Have a goodnight." You said it sternly before turning away. "You are really going to leave me, huh?" Taehyung started following you. "I left you months ago, Taehyung." His gaze went from soft to the familiar, mean one. "You said you missed me!" He pulled you by your arm, turning you back around to face him. "It's for the better! For both of us! You know we are never going to work out!" You countered. "Oh yeah, for the 'better' , I know you will come right back to me. Quit acting, y/n. As soon as my dick enters your desperate cunt, you will be with me once again like the slut you are." His hands went around your waist once again. Mere inches separate you both. Whatever he said was true. You break up. Meet up a few weeks or days later. Fuck, and then back together. The same cycle over and over again. You couldn't get enough of him. “Let’s not play fool again.” He said in a manipulative tone. You were resisting his manipulation, but you gave in. Your lips smashed into his aggressively. He chuckled at your instinct. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought." He said it in between the kiss.

He rushed you into the club washroom and locked the door. There was absolute rage radiating off of you guys. Kissing harshly and not letting each other go. He made you sit on the counter and grabbed you by your jaw, breaking the intense kiss. Your lips were already swollen. "How many dicks have been in this cunt?" He said,tauntingly. You looked at him with your drunken eyes. "I will make sure no one gets this. It's mine. Got it?" You nodded. He let go of your jaw and dropped to his knees. He spread your legs open and started touching your wet pussy. His fingers circled your clothed entrance. A sticky mixture of your arousal coated his fingertips. "Always wet for me. Goodgirl." he grabbed you by your waist before smashing his face into your heat and started eating you out with your lace panties on. The pleasure was too much. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He was so good at eating you out to the point that it's enough to come undone.

You tugged on his black locks. Eyes swelling up with tears and drool already dripping down from the sides of your mouth. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. “So good.. so fucking good…” he nudged his face closer into your sex. Breathing in your arousal. Your thighs clamped around his head, and let out a choked-out moan as he bit down on your poor clit. “T-tae..! ‘S too much!!” Taehyung found pleasure in your pleas and cries. He pulled away and stared up at you. His chin glistened with his spit and your juices, running down his neck.

He got up and was quick to capture your lips in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the inside of your mouth, and you could taste yourself. Large hands pushed your dress further up your body; a loud snap was heard as he ripped your thin panties. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your throbbing clit. You gasped for air as he flicked your nub. Your hands roamed all over his body, helping him take off his Celine suit jacket. Your hands went lower before you stopped at his belt buckle. “Put it in already… please … “ you mumbled into the kiss. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle; his lips traveled down your neck. You felt something prod into your sopping hole. His large tip slipped through your folds easily. You gasp as he pushes himself further into you. His hands tightly held onto your hips as he eased his way into your gummy walls. He hunched over after he fully pushed himself into you. Your cunny clenched around his big length as he started thrusting. Heavy breaths getting louder with each increase in pace. “Gon’ fuck you so good..the entire club will hear us.”

-fwap! Fwap! fwap!- loud sounds of your ass slapping against his hips echoed through the restroom. Taehyung had you facing the mirror. A hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head back. “See how well you take my cock..! Haah- so fucking good. Pussy sucking me in so good.” He whispered in your ear before biting it. “Ngh- fuck Taehyung feels so g-good…!” You held onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Taehyung pounded into you from behind. Your makeup ran down your face as his thrusts had you tearing up and seeing stars. “Mmm.. haa-“ slap. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I fuck you. Understand?” You nodded at his words. Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and your head felt heavy. “Words, doll.” He grabbed your jaws and brought his face closer to yours, making you look at him as he continued giving you harsh thrusts. Your body jerking forward at each. The hand on your clit pinching the sensitive nub “ngh- fuck! I u-understand…” a devilish smirk formed on his perfect face. He was fucking you into tomorrow. His long, thick dick abused your soft plush walls over and over again. Red angry tip bruising your cervix. Your cream coated his entire length, and your arousal ran down his balls and your thighs. “Gonna c-cum.. tae- gon’-“ His fingers worked on your clit quickly. Tugging, pinching, and drawing rough circles all to help you reach your high. “Cum all over me.. doll.” And with that, you gushed around his length. “Fuck!!” Spurts of your cum spilled from the sides of your abused hole. Taehyung continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Do you want my cum inside you- haaah… fuck doll squeezing me so good..!” He got cut off as you spasmed around him. You nod weakly at his words. Picking your head up to look at him through the mirror, He brought his face closer to your ears. “Say it. Say you want my cum in you.” He growled in your ears. Your eyes filled up with tears. “I wan’ it…” “Want what? I want to hear you say it.” You bite down on your lip as you feel his fingers draw rough circles on your overstimulated clit again. “ i wan’ -ngh- i want your cum.. Taehyung. i wan’ your cum in me… please.” Your voice was feeble. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction. “Goodgirl. I like it when you beg.” His hips quickly gained their pace and had you once again feeling full. You let out a choked out scream as you felt Taehyung fill you up. Taehyung moaned loudly as his balls drained all the cum into your plush walls. He dropped his head in between your neck and shoulders as he slowly came down from his high. Leaving soft, wet kisses on the spot.

He lifted his head up and looked at you before smiling. His hands caressed your red ass. He pulled out, and a stream of yours and his mixed arousal dripped down your thighs. “You're gonna stay with me forever.”

A/N: thank you for reading! I will be writing inboxes so make sure to send in :3 🎀

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 month

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lucifer morningstar smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; mod / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; lucifer morningstar

outline ; “smut headcanons for lucifer”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, versatile switch!lucifer, inappropriate use of shape shifting mentioned, vocal!lucifer, oral sex (reader receiving), daddy kink, sadomasochist!lucifer, marking kink, praise kink, body worship, one mention of bondage, lingerie kink

note ; i could write so much more for this prompt but i decided to cut it short for the sake of keeping this post at a semi-reasonable length haha ^^

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

lucifer morningstar is, first and foremost, quite possibly the most versatile switch known to man (or demon) kind — after all, he’s had literal millennia to experiment, switch things up, and explore his boundaries, sexuality, and kinks with his ex partner so it only stands to reason that he’d be very comfortable with himself and his abilities in the bedroom by the time the two of you meet — so whether you’re more on the dominant or submissive side, or if you prefer to top or bottom in the bedroom, lucifer is more than happy to accommodate you if only you let him know your preferences and boundaries beforehand

somewhat related to the above point, but it’s well known that the king of hell is a shape shifter and, as such, he’s more than capable of switching things up, so to speak, if you want to be a bit more ‘out there’ and experimental when you have sex — of course he’s confident enough with the cock he already has and knows exactly how to use it to have you writhing and sobbing for more, but if you fancy something else for a change (be that something minor like just asking him to change sex or a more significant anatomy change like requesting tentacles) all you need to do is ask and he’s more than happy to do that for you

whether he’s dominating you or submitting to you, it’s a given that you’ll get to see two very different sides to him depending on his mood: his kinder and softer side (which corresponds to a softer style of dominance,or him being an obedient / ‘good’ submissive for youc and him getting off on your pleasure more than his own), and his more prideful and selfish ride (which results in him being a rougher and more degrading dominant, or a more bratty and demanding submissive)

no matter which role he’s adopting in the bedroom, lucifer is extremely vocal (like to the point that unless you use something to gag him, or are having sex far away from anyone else, you’re pretty much guaranteed to have anyone nearby be made immediately aware of what you’re doing) — as a dominant this usually just translates to him praising you and cussing (‘fuck… you feel so good…’ / ‘god you’re so beautiful/handsome…’ / ‘just like that…’ / etc.) and as a submissive this typically means he’s whining, moaning, groaning, or begging for you to do something or another in only half-intelligible pleas (‘please please please pl-ah-please…’ / ‘oh god…’ / etc.) — and on top of being so talkative, he’s also very loud which adds to the likelihood of the two of you getting caught in the act

one of the things that makes lucifer’s pride come out in full force is just how good he as at giving oral — he brags about it openly around you, spends ages downright begging you to let him go down on you and let him show you just how good it can feel (how he was able to steal both of adam’s wives away from him in no time at all), and when you finally agree you’ll find that he’s not just bragging for the sake of it and is genuinely really fucking good at getting you off like that

though he’d never admit to this out loud, lucifer has a very strong inclination towards being called ‘daddy’ and other such authoritative pet names in the bedroom — of course daddy is his favourite without a shadow of a doubt (and it’s very clear with how he responds after you say it), but you’ll also find him to be particularly fond of you calling him things like ‘my king’ and ‘my angel’ depending on his mood

and, likewise, when he’s in a more submissive mood (and especially when he’s really deep in sub space) there’s a very solid chance of his guard dropping and him calling you either ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’ depending on whether you’ve leaned towards masculine or feminine terms of address in the bedroom with him in the past — if you’re uncomfortable with that then a quick, and mortifying for him, discussion will have him doing his best to hold his tongue moving forwards, but if you’re fond of that dynamic then some positive reinforcement certainly won’t go unappreciated

the most sexually sensitive parts of lucifer’s body are as follows: his horns (wrap your hands around them and stroke them from base to tip and you’ll see his eyes roll to the back of his head // or // grab them when he’s ravishing you with his mouth and use them to guide his mouth along your sex and you’ll hear him practically fucking growl as his claws dig into the meat of your thighs), his wings (whenever you help him preen and neaten his wings this poor man will be clamping one hand over his mouth to try and stop himself from moaning and scaring you off as you continue to oh so gently card your fingers through his feathers // or // whenever he’s fucking you, or you’re fucking him, and he’s close to climax you’ll see all six of his pretty wings pop up out of his back, and if you reach up to stroke them he’ll let out a groan so deep that it shakes you to your very core), his tail (his sensitivity here is only really relevant if you’re in a sadistic mood when dominating him — yank on it harshly when you’re fucking into him from behind and you’ll see his whole body straighten out and then collapse forward as he lets out a sound somewhere between a high pitched yelp and a breathy moan), and his neck (bite his pulse and suck deep obvious marks onto the pale expanse of his throat when his cock is buried inside of you and feel his breath hitch and his grip on your thighs tighten // or // when you’re dominating him and he’s being a brat, wrap your hand around his throat and tighten it for just a few moments, just enough to feel him swallow thickly and see his eyes widen as a deep moan spills from his lips despite his earlier protests, before loosening your grip and continuing with whatever you were doing)

he has plenty of sadistic and masochistic kinks that he’d love to indulge in with you, if ever you allow, but no matter which role he’s in lucifer is constantly mindful of your boundaries and never taking things too far for your mortal body and mind to handle — this worry is also why he’s the absolute best at aftercare

somewhat related to the above, but lucifer also loves being marked up by you and marking you up — whether that means lipstick marks, hickeys, scratch marks, or anything else along those lines, he’s more than happy to indulge you or, on the other end, he’s also more than eager to show off any marks you leave behind on him (it’s nice to be desired and claimed again after so long…)

he has an extremely prominent praise kink and loves to praise you and be praised by you — hell, when you’re making love it almost feels as if he’s worshipping you in body and soul as he kisses, fondles, massages, and compliments his way up and down your body — but be careful because if you spend too much time praising him and are too earnest in your reverence for him and his body, especially when he’s in sub space, then poor lucifer may just burst into (happy) tears of overwhelmment at all of your positive attention and affirmations

lucifer isn’t opposed to bondage, not on when he’s on the receiving end and not certainly not when he’s the one who gets to tie you up — though he definitely prefers more elaborate and decorative styles of bondage and usually leans towards using softer and more comfortable materials to restrain you

he loves it when you dress up for him (especially if you happen to wear lingerie in his colours — bonus points if it’s in a style that’s much more frilly and ‘fancy’), but he’s also not opposed to getting all dressed up for you once you’re both at a point where he’s comfortable showing you that side of himself — he has a very extensive lingerie collection from before the two of you met and he’s more than happy to show it all off to you so long as you’re ready to offer him plenty of praise and attention in return

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chokchokk · 8 months

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𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 | jung wooyoung x fem!reader

a one-sided (best) friends one night!wooyoung one-shot

“Aw, are you gonna be my best friend in need, Woo?”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : At least the car didn’t fall and crash, right? That’s what Wooyoung wants to believe.

"Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you."

[ now playing : " bonnie & clyde " ▸ dean ]

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : angst, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 3.2k

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𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜) : unreciprocated romantic feelings, sexual tension, best friends hooking up, one-night-stand, cabriolet-driving at night, open roof, illegal parking, making out, car sex; wooyoung masturbates to you, wooyoung’s present perspective/narrative, he's so horny and so in love, interactive?, at least quite confrontational

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𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : aight um... i wrote this? in one heart-breakingly missing my hubba bubba daddy dean hours session. i skipped over the second verse out of length and plot purposes + the translations provided are like 80% mine and if not then from genius <33

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He looked at you, even though Wooyoung knew he shouldn't.

Right now, right now Could I tell you right now?

His eyes should have been on the road, his hands should have been on the steering wheel, and haha, his thoughts should have definitely been about your safety and not about how he wanted to either drive off a cliff or tear the clothes off your amazing fucking body, but you picked the second choice yourself anyway, didn’t you? Just getting that shirt off like it’s nothing, revealing yourself like it’s nothing, but… God, Y/N, you are everything to him, he had no other choice.

아직까지 깨어있니? 오늘 너의 하루는 어땠니? 아무 일도 없긴 뭐가 없어

(Are you still awake? ; How was your day today? What do you mean, 'nothing happened'?)

Wooyoung wants it to be your fault. Wants it to be your fault that when you called him, his brain was filled with the image of you swimming in the ocean in that thing of a bikini that you wore to make your ex jealous even if he was not present on any day during the vacation except in your head, and he desperately wants it to be your fault that, after you had disappeared with some dumb-fucking rando from the beach-bar for the evening, Wooyoung scoffed in malicious glee that you let him know it hadn’t led to anything, grabbing his keys immediately to pick you up from the place you didn't find luck at.

What he’s trying to say is that you’re really in luck he didn’t grab that liquor that night.

가끔은 외면하려 해도 꽤 쉽지만은 않은 게 있어 I know 다 안다고

(I try to look away sometimes, but there are just some things that aren’t that easy, I know; I know it all)

But maybe being sober was the worst part.

He hid it well, Wooyoung thinks, or you were just too drunk to care, when you caught his curious gaze through the window, with your tits still sitting safely in the bra, your shirt already thrown out of the cabriolet.

“Woo!”, you laughed, and he can still hear the tenderness of your voice vividly, “eyes on the road~”

“Your tits looked bigger than I remember,” was his immediate answer, and your giggle was worth the cringe, “had to double-check.”

The last time he saw them was, what, middle-school truth or dare? Of course they grew since then, you were explaining in drunkenness and looked at your own set of boobs, while pushing them together, mumbling something about puberty, hormones and horny teenagers, but somehow finishing it off with, “Best friends bonding session!”

And Wooyoung is still puzzled about that.

내 앞에서 아닌 척 해도

(Even though in front of me, you pretend you don't)

Well, he grinned when you said it, but for no other reason that wasn’t just you looking so lovable under the moonlight, with your eyes sparkling with glee, and not because he found any sense in, god, whatever it means, “best friends bonding.”

“Bonding”? Sure. Seeing your tits had removed some boundaries— and in retrospect, mentioning that incident again must have been another little tease of yours, but be really honest for a second.

There are just some things “best friends” shouldn’t do.

… Shouldn’t have done, that is.

Bonnie and clyde, bonnie and clyde, one night

The nightly winds were hitting your open arms with you laughing full of life, when Wooyoung finally opened the roof for you. You’d been dying to do it, he had seen it by how you kept leaning outside the open window to feel the speed of the car hit your face, but he didn’t want to not see it. At least he still hates that he doesn’t know the expression you were wearing while you let out the most freeing, revivifying, crystal clear cheer.

He wants to believe that your cheeks were rosy, your eyes shiny, and that your lips were curled up into a smile, as you inhaled again and laughed all by yourself, watching the trees and mountains of the city pass by and draw long, ghostly trails from how fast the vehicle was moving.

It was extremely dangerous, all of it.

Who cares, who cares

The way Wooyoung drove without looking at the speed dial? God, so dangerous, but what’s way more dangerous is the way you became silent, and made him curious, made him believe that there were stars in the sky or something— and he thinks he’s still in the right for thinking that— and made him glance up to you.

Fuck, do you even know how hot you looked when you started to touch yourself down your bust? You probably don’t. You were feeling the textile of the lingerie scratch your fingers, warming your skin under the cold breezes, but when you cupped that perfect tit of yours, you threw your head back and fuck, he thinks if you had seen him you would think he was a pervert, and maybe he fucking is, because Wooyoung was definitely thinking the most perverted things he could do in that moment, all including his mouth, his fingers, his panging cock; Good fucking god, Y/N, you had his mind scorching, it only needed a little more spark and he would have exploded, right here and there.

친구 사이 친구 사이 alright

(Just friends, just friends alright)

So of course he tried to keep it cool as possible. Rested one hand relaxedly on the gear, the other on the steering wheel, and attempted to stare blankly to the front. Wooyoung ignored how you were arching your back to match the flow of how the air brushed against your ribs, tried to ignore how you let your fingertips disappear under the bra, and failed to not think about how delicious your nipple would taste between his lips.

친구 사이 친구 사이 alright

(Just friends, just friends alright)

He couldn’t take it anymore– not being on you, in you, with you– and that’s why he said something.

“What do you think you’re doing there, bestie?”, Wooyoung remembers jokingly scoffing, driving into the highway so he didn’t have to think about the road too much, to give himself more time to admire the sexy body that you were touching.

“Nuthin~”, you lulled and he realizes now that Wooyoung had forgotten how drunk you’d been. Such a dumbass to think you were doing it all on purpose, isn’t he? You make him so fucking stupid.

“The guy really left you on the hook, huh?”, he spat, fingers gripping the wheel.

“Fuckin’ asshole left me so needy~”, you whined and maybe you tugged your own nipple or something, but he couldn’t have overhead that whiny, melodic moan that left your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm~”

Who cares, who cares

What would you have done in his position?

That’s the thing Wooyoung is most curious about. If it had been him drunk in your cabriolet, feeling down his, whatever, his cock, wouldn’t you have offered a helping hand, too? Because you’re a good friend like that?

He will never know the answer.

도망가 도망가 너와 난

(Escape, escape, you and I)

Wooyoung drove faster to make you come down, he won’t even try to deny that.

With a loud, brutal vroom, he drove the last mile with so many thoughts pinging inside his mind, with you continuing to give yourself goosebumps all over your skin, admiring how the hairs on your body went up over your own touch— knowing that it could be him doing that made Wooyoung grow desperate.

“Why did you stop? Where are we?”, you asked, and Wooyoung remains having no idea. Just somewhere in the middle of the highway, with cicadas chirping and filling out the silence that followed after he turned off the car motor, the roof above you closing down. A few miles away, there would have been a legal parking spot waiting for him, but Wooyoung immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, so it’s safe to say he didn’t give a fuck.

“Still needy, bestie?”

Who cares, who cares

God, you were so needy. It’s like you didn’t wait a second to question him or get any reassurance that this was what had been on his mind, because maybe you had already seen his bulge to know he was needy too, or maybe— and this is what Wooyoung would like to believe— you just wanted him that much.

Fuck, cut him some slack, okay? Wooyoung was just that surprised to find you crawling over to his driver’s seat, planting your ass immediately where he needed it the most. It was fucking magical, the friction of your body grinded over his erection was making him grunt and grope your ass cheeks.

“Aw, are you gonna be my best friend in need, Woo?”, you giggled, getting your hands behind his neck, driving yourself into his hard-on that he didn’t know could get even harder. It extended painfully under his belt, but fortunately, you were too much in heat to let him wait any longer.

Till we die, till we die

“Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” Wooyoung cackled, and he still grins recalling how your gasp whirrs in his hazy memories.

It all feels so washed out, your impatient fingers unbuckling his belt, as Wooyoung bent the seat to the back, letting his head fall to his neck, as you got your lips pressed against his– just a lot of movements, a lot of feelings mixing up together, slurred into a motion of two people trying to have a fulfilling night.

Oh 너와 나의 마지막 일지라도

(Oh, even if this means our end)

Was it fulfilling to finally get a taste of your sweet saliva, your honeyed whimpers, when he grabbed you by your tits to prepare for sucking them numb? He doesn’t know it yet, but Wooyoung definitely can’t ignore how hard his cock has become in his boxer shorts to the memory of you looking down at him in awe, caressing his cheek, as he enveloped your perky tit with his mouth, immediately running his tongue over your sensitive nipple.

그럴지라도

(Even if)

The sounds, Y/N, your fucking sounds. Sounds Wooyoung thought he would never hear in his entire life, but definitely wished to hear once at least— and of course he’d be a fool to say he got enough of them, but making you whimper “Woo, fuck, please,” as he got his hand into panties and made you grind on his finger, and then hearing how your cunt squelched when you lowered yourself on it, is enough to make him cum tonight.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, face planted into his pillow so he can somehow simulate how it felt like being suffocated by your tits, Wooyoung recalls how tightly you clenched around his fingers, how wet you were, wet for him, just so fucking needy for your best friend, rutting your hips so his fingertip could graze your sweetest spot over and over again, moaning out “Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung,” over and over again.

Would you remember me?

“Y/N,” he growls, and it feels embarrassing to do so, but Wooyoung can’t help himself, he’s becoming delirious because of you, the seam of his shirt becoming absolutely soaked in his mouth, as he bites into it. “God, fuck, Y/N,” he lisps again, thrusting into his hand in the same way he thrusted into you, right after you were trembling around his fingers, whimpering out your first orgasm but not being satiated.

Nah, nah, I'm just…

“You’re so fucking big,” is what you’d moaned out to boost his ego, but maybe it’s true, because Wooyoung does indeed feel quite big in his grip right now, craving your tight cunt, craving how it clutched around his girth, how hot and wet it felt like, when he fucked your eyes to roll behind your head, your spit glistening on your tongue, as your mouth fell open to never be closed again.

Alright 틀린 선택일지라도

(Alright, even if this is the wrong choice)

“Feels so fucking good, huh? Better than your dumb fucking ex?”

“Yes, so so much fucking better than his dumb cock, Woo, please don’t stop!”

And maybe that was the moment. The moment his head snapped, when it all fractured, his feelings, his five years of pining, watching you be with some dumb fucking pricks, when he, Wooyoung, your “best friend”, could treat you so much better.

With your hands taking off his hoodie, as he pistoned his hips into you, your warm sweat dripped onto his torso, and it felt like all the tears he’d shed for you had been worth it.

Alright 결국 후회할지라도

(Alright, even if we regret it after)

It didn’t matter how many tears he’d shed after, because the tears that flowed down your soft cheeks that night, with you weeping “make me cum, Woo, please make me cum so hard,” like he was pulling you by a string to mewl out words for him that still make his cock twitch, were precious droplets of your pleasure. And he’d do anything for it.

“Yeah?”, Wooyoung snickered, breathing into your face with a grin, feeling like he was owning the world by making you dumb on his dick, “You love my fucking cock, Y/N? You love your best friend’s cock?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you whined out, bouncing desperately over his hips that it was leaving your ass red, “I love your cock, Woo, I love it so, so, so fucking much!”

But somehow, you didn’t love it enough.

Oh baby Oh 널 울린 그 놈에게로 baby

(Oh baby Oh, even if you return to the guy who made you cry)

Wooyoung doesn’t want to think about it and just rut his pelvis into his hand so he can cum and unload in peace, but the thought of you being in his arms again, being used by your stupid fucking ex like a toy probably right fucking now, just makes him more aggressive, greedier, furious.

“Really? You love my cock, Y/N? You really love it?”

“Y-yes, W- Woo,” you moaned out, shakily, when he roughly pushed you over, your back landing on the steering wheel, a loud honk echoing through the empty streets. After Wooyoung’s eyes sunk in an angry, deep-seated red, it confused you, almost sobered you up, but of course you would turn sex-drunk in the matter of seconds, as he began to pound into you as if he was on a mission— a mission to make you remember.

Oh 이미 결과는 내 손을 떠났어 bang bang! (Oh, the result has been out of my hands anyways, bang bang!)

He could never cum like he did that night. It was raw, vulgar, dirty, filthy, absolutely pornographic how Wooyoung drove himself into you, moaning, grunting, breathing into your ear and sucking hickeys into your neck at every inch he got the chance to, so even if you’d wake up with the most hefty blackout, you could see what your best friend made of you in the mirror.

Just marks and signs of his infatuation all over your gorgeous body, and Wooyoung feels his jaw hurt, as he realizes how long he’s been biting down his shirt for imagining your love-bite bedecked breasts— Way too long, Y/N, way too fucking long.

Right now, right now Where you at right now

Five years, no, he counts a total of almost ten years of friendship with a sweet girl who remained fun and cheery, and then meeting her again as a woman who let herself be tossed around by some bastards because you don’t know what you’re worth, at least not worth to him.

Wooyoung felt rich with you. He felt like he had everything, when you wrapped your arms around him, once he’d unloaded his hot cum inside you with a moan that was lost immediately in the steamy, hot space of his car, and kissed him, kissed Wooyoung on the lips, just because you, well, felt like doing it? Everything.

“I love you, Woo…”

Where am I right now Girl

He’s so pathetic for thinking that you meant it.

I want, want you to know Babe I want you to know

“I love you too, Y/N.”

How much I love you How much I need you

But Wooyoung doesn’t stop.

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

He doesn’t stop tensing his abdomen to his own touch, he’s given up on thrusting into his hand because it could never, ever feel like you, and Wooyoung spits into his hand again to somehow make him believe he’s being fucked by your wet cunt again.

How much I love you How much I need you

Wooyoung repeats it over and over again in his head, your voice, your words, “I love it,” “I love you, Woo,” and before he can feel his heart drop, his hand accelerates, running and speeding over his shaft and his eyes close down into a tight squeeze, cum spurting out his needy cock.

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

The car still smelled of your sweet sweat, when he drove you to your place, lending you his hoodie because you, silly Y/N, had thrown your shirt out the window– and Wooyoung had sat there for a while, on his seat, staring into the the horn he had you pressed against, had you moaning his name his name against, had you cum, had you love him against.

How much I love you How much I need you

It’s sobering, yeah, that’s the word.

Wooyoung being the only one to see through your lies the second they leave your mouth, and while he knows that “I love you, Woo” had been the truth, “yeah, it’s better if we forget about it, I guess” was a ruthless fucking lie and he hopes you know that, when Wooyoung presses a bitter like on the beach-selfie you’d posted with him, presenting yourself in that bikini so you could finally catch a certain someone’s attention. “BFF4L” had been the caption. You little jokester.

Fucking heartbreaker.

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

He doesn’t hate you, no, in fact, he hates that his cock immediately jumps back up once Wooyoung sees that picture again, with both of you smiling and grinning into the camera, holding each other arm in arm like two good friends are supposed to do, he hates that his hands remember how soft, sweaty and hot your skin felt under his touch, and Wooyoung hates himself that he was the one to have spoken out the question of, “we should probably forget yesterday, huh?”

He should have just shut the fuck up and fucked you again all his heart desired instead.

How much I love you

Maybe he’s really that slow, maybe he just didn’t catch how your face dropped a little bit when Wooyoung asked you to let go of the euphoric memories of feeling free, fiery and idolized in his car, return to the draining feeling of needing to be seen by other eyes.

It is a cruel task, but there’s a bond, a bond between you and him. A stupid bond which goes beyond the way you covered up your marks to meet up other men that summer– that stupid fucking bond which makes Wooyoung ready to grab his keys again, any time you call him out because he’s your best friend in need, your ride-or-die.

How much I need you

Wooyoung remembers you, even though he knows he shouldn't.

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No One But You

SUMMARY | One drunken night with Xiaojun gave you the most precious thing in the world, your son. Years later, Xiaojun returns from overseas and finally gets to reunite with you and his son. PAIRINGS | Xiaojun/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, daddy!Xiaojun, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, slight angst, fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,813 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Originally, this was supposed to be a fantasy with the whole isekai theme. But this idea had been swimming in my mind lately and so here you go. I hope this makes sense and that it flowed okay. I struggled a bit haha. Hope you all like it.

"Just give it some thought," Renjun, your best friend, muttered one day. You were both sitting in your favorite cafe, drinking your lattes and getting on each other's nerves with an annoying amount of frequency. It was a pretty standard Sunday afternoon to be honest - so you had just agreed to meet here.

Nothing special.

"And what do I get for this?" you asked, glancing up from your coffee. Renjun had been pestering you to join him at this new company your friends Mark and Johnny established. They promised it would be very profitable and the pay was good as well. And he was very persistent. Like never ending. He'd been talking about it nonstop since yesterday morning when you woke up.

You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your coffee. "I mean it's not like I don't want to help them out, but they're not giving me any kind of perks."

"You get to see eye-candy all day long." Renjun snorted. "How is that not a perk? At least this way you can finally find someone who'll satisfy you better than-"

"Don't you dare say his name." You muttered under your breath.

"C'mon Y/N." Renjun patted your hand. "It's been years since you last dated Jungwoo. I’m sure he’s happily married and has kids. Besides, you have a son now, too. Does Xiaojun know?"

Xiaojun...

The father of your son.

You've known Xiaojun since your college days. He was a friend of Renjun, Mark and Johnny and he always tagged along whenever you hung out with them. Back then, he used to flirt shamelessly and his charm would always manage to make you laugh and blush simultaneously. You were in a serious relationship with your ex, Jungwoo, during that time, but that all changed however, when you ended your three year relationship with him. Your relationship just didn't work out. He cheated on you multiple times. You loved him with all your heart, though. But you couldn't be with someone who hurt you constantly. Your heartbreak left you feeling empty and lonely. Your entire world crumbled around you and you felt like nothing could ever go right again.

Your friends were there to help you through your tough times. To cheer you up, Renjun and the others dragged you out to the biggest Neo frat party of the semester, despite your constant protests. Of course, you had fun that night. It was a relief to forget about your troubles for a while. In a drunken stupor and clearly horny, you found Xiaojun dancing nearby. Without thinking twice, you walked over to him and grabbed his hands to sway to the music. And god, he was sexy in those leather pants and tight black shirt. It was hard to resist him and not give into temptation. After a few minutes, you decided to dance closer to him. And God, he smelled so good. Like fresh air, soft lips and spring flowers. That did it. Before you knew it, you were making out with him against the wall.

Things quickly escalated and before you knew it, the rest was history. It was just a one night thing between you two. And you never did date him. He left to study overseas a few weeks later and disappeared off your radar.

When you found out you were pregnant a month after that drunken night with Xiaojun, you were scared and confused. You never imagined that one drunken night with him could have changed your future so drastically. The urge to tell him that you were pregnant was overwhelming. You wanted to reach out to him, talk to him, tell him about the baby, apologize for what happened that night. But you also couldn't deny that your decision that night wasn't completely your own.

You'd been depressed and lonely since your breakup with Jungwoo and Xiaojun provided you with the comfort you needed. Was it wrong of you to use him that way? Or did you deserve something more? If you chose to keep the baby, who would take care of it? Where would you live? Who would be its father?

You had to tell someone and you eventually told Renjun, Mark and Johnny about your pregnancy, revealing that Xiaojun had to be the father since he was the last person you’ve slept with. Your friends reacted predictably: they offered their unconditional support and told you that you were strong enough to raise the child on your own. They were your best friends and they wanted to be the best uncles they could be to your son.

But even after that fateful night, you continued to think about what could have been if he had stayed. If you had found out you were pregnant if you were together.

You shook your head. "No, he still doesn't know about our son."

Renjun sighed. "You know he's back in town. He’s been asking me about you too. Its just a matter of time before Xiaojun talks to our friends and finds out he has a son. You should tell him before that happens."

"I know but I can't just tell him I got pregnant after one drunken night together. There are too many details involved."

Renjun ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. "What are you going to do, Y/N?"

"That's the problem. I don't know what to do." You mumbled. "I don't want him to resent me or hate me. I want him to love my son and accept him. That's all I ask for."

"Then just tell him. I'm sure he won't mind if you told him the truth."

"But what if he does?" You replied, looking down at your cup. "Wouldn't that complicate things? Especially since we have a child together. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he blamed me for ruining his life or something. I wouldn't be able to look at him or be near him anymore."

Renjun shrugged. "Who says he will blame you? You guys are adults, after all. Plus, we’re not children anymore. Our lives are different. It's not the same as back then. I think you're just being paranoid."

"Am I?" You looked up, frowning. "Do you really believe I am?"

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not really, no. I know you, Y/N. You're more forgiving than most people. But sometimes, people need to face the consequences of their actions. And even if they don't, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. It's not like your son needs a man around to protect him."

Renjun waved away your concern. "So don't let your feelings towards him ruin your happiness. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. So tell him about your son."

“I’m home!” You called out as you stepped into your apartment.

You heard the pitter patter of small feet and a small figure ran out of the bedroom before launching unto you. “Mommy! Mommy!”

You cooed as you picked your son up in your arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your neck and buried his face into your chest. "Hi Dongjun, my beautiful angel. Did you miss me?"

"Of course!" He squealed excitedly. "I missed you, mommy."

“You’re so silly.” You giggled as you planted a kiss on top of his head. “You don’t need to miss me because you’re going to see me every day. Right?"

Dongjun giggled excitedly and nodded his head. "Right mommy!"

"Good." You hugged him tightly. "Because I missed you too."

The two of you walked slowly down the hallway. Dongjun held onto your hand and grinned widely as he talked about his random adventures with Uncle Jisung, your younger brother. When you asked where Uncle Jisung was, your son pointed at your brother's room stating that 'Uncle Jisung is studying'.

“Hey Mommy, wanna watch a movie with me?” Dongjun asked, tugging at your shirt sleeve.

“Okay honey, but first, can I change into comfy clothes?” You questioned, pointing towards your bedroom.

“Mm hmm.” Dongjun nodded enthusiastically as he plopped on the couch and proceeded to watch TV.

After changing into sweats and a loose t-shirt, you settled down next to your son. You placed your hand on his head and smiled as you stroked his hair gently. It was nice being able to spend quality time with your son. Dongjun was so happy when he was with you. He loved watching movies and playing games with you. You could already tell that he was smart, mature and creative. If only you could turn back time, things would be different.

You wondered how life would have been if you told Xiaojun about Dongjun. Or how it would be if you got together with him. But looking at your son, you knew that whatever happened, you made the right choice. No matter what choices you made in the past, your son will always be yours.

“Alright, time for bed. Let’s snuggle.” You told your son as you pulled him close to your body.

“Yes!” Dongjun grinned happily.

You leaned over to kiss him on the forehead and you smiled as you closed your eyes. At least one good thing came out of that drunken night, you thought.

"Mommy?" Dongjun suddenly asked as he poked you in the arm.

"Hmm?" You opened your eyes and glanced at your son. "What is it honey?"

"Did you love daddy when you first met him?"

“Hmmm…now that’s a tough question to ask me, squirt.” You pinched his cheek. “How should I answer it?”

“I think you loved Daddy.” Dongjun said confidently. “Because if you didn’t love Daddy, then I wouldn’t be here today. So you must have loved Daddy when you first met him.”

You smiled as tears welled up in your eyes. Dongjun was such a sweet boy.

"Sweetie, you are the most important person in my life. And no matter what happens, I will always love you." You hugged him tightly. "I am very lucky to have a child like you."

"Aw, Mommy. Thank you." Dongjun wiped away the tear from your eye. "Now let's go to sleep, okay?"

"Yes." You nodded. "Night-night, Sweetie."

Dongjun yawned as he curled up in your lap. You kissed his forehead again and whispered good night in his ear. Then you watched as he drifted off to sleep.

You didn't expect that your life would turn out like this. You had always dreamt of finding true love and getting married someday. But fate decided otherwise. Now you were living alone, raising your son singlehandedly. A part of you wished that things could have been different. Maybe your son would grow up knowing his father. Maybe you could've dated Xiaojun or find another man to share your life with.

But all those questions went unanswered as you drifted off to sleep.

There was nothing you could do about it. The past is the past. And there was no point dwelling on it anymore. Your son was the only light in your life. Without him, you would have been lost in despair and misery. You may not have found love, but you learned to accept what fate gave you.

Everything else was secondary.

God damn, he's still handsome.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as you watched Xiaojun put in his order with the waiter. Even after all these years, you still found him attractive. And he noticed you noticing him. His smile widened and he leaned towards you slightly. You held your breath as you smiled politely.

There was no denying that you felt some attraction to him back in your college days. If you weren’t dating Jungwoo back then, you would have jumped on the chance to get with Xiaojun.

But you never acted on those thoughts. There was no reason to start a relationship with him when Jungwoo was willing to be by your side. But that was before there were problems in the relationship. Before you broke up with Jungwoo. Before you found yourself alone.

Back then, everything was perfect. You were the happiest girl alive. Everything seemed so easy. You spent all your time doing fun stuff with your friends and boyfriend. As long as you were with them, you couldn't imagine a life without them.

It was an exciting time in your life. You were young, carefree and optimistic. Life seemed limitless. You had so much hope and dreams. What would you do now that all those hopes and dreams have faded away?

All that was left was regret and pain.

And now here you were, years later, sitting across from him as he gave you a sweet smile. That smile was one thing that always got to you. Especially after all this time. You tried to act natural, but the truth was you felt like you were caught in your own private show. And you weren't the only one noticing him. There were quite a few women gawking and flirting with him, although he seemed to not notice.

Xiaojun stared at you intently for a few moments before speaking. "So how are you doing, Y/N?"

"Eh, good, thanks." You shrugged. "How are you?"

"Glad to be back home." He said, smiling broadly. “I really missed Korean and Chinese food here."

You gave him a small smile. "It’s good to see that you were doing good overseas though."

"It was tough but it was worth all the experiences." Xiaojun grinned.

“I bet.” You nodded, trying not to look at his mouth. Jesus Christ, he still looked edible. You were tempted to lean forward and kiss him, but you managed to hold yourself back. "So Renjun mentioned that you've been asking about me. What's that all about, huh?"

Xiaojun blushed as he fidgeted in his seat. "Uh, well…" He paused. “I guess I just miss hanging out with you and the others."

"Life has gotten in the way, that's all." You sighed. "But I promise I'll try to spend more time with you now that you’re back home."

"Really?" Xiaojun raised an eyebrow. "Like, on a regular basis?"

"Maybe." You grinned sheepishly. "Or maybe not. Depends if you keep bugging me like Renjun always does. I wonder why I'm still friends with him..."

“Ha ha, you wouldn't trade him for the world.” Xiaojun replied with a laugh.

"True that.” You chuckled. “He’s my best friend after all.”

A small silence followed. Both of you simply stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Xiaojun broke the silence. "Listen…I'm sorry about what happened in college. I never meant to hurt you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want anything to ruin that."

"You never hurt me, Xiaojun." You shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. "I was heartbroken when Jungwoo dumped me and I needed a distraction from the pain. We were both drunk and horny at that frat party. I don't regret that one night with you. I don't blame you for it. None of it was your fault."

"You're a good person, Y/N." Xiaojun muttered quietly.

"Thanks." You replied sincerely. "Sometimes I feel guilty for using you to distract myself. And even after all this time, I can't bring myself to look at you without thinking about Jungwoo. It's a stupid reason, huh?"

"No, it's understandable." Xiaojun smiled gently. "People need distractions sometimes. Plus, that one night turned out to be pretty good for you. You enjoyed yourself, found comfort in someone's arms, and felt loved. It helped you get over your broken heart. Even if it was just for one night."

"Yeah. And thank you for that, by the way." You smiled softly. "For taking care of me that night. For listening to me cry about my ex."

"Don't mention it." Xiaojun said as he waved away the compliment. "You were hurting and I cared about you. You needed some comfort and I wanted to provide that for you."

"That makes me feel better." You laughed. You sucked in a deep breath. “Xiaojun, can I tell you something?”

"Of course." Xiaojun assured you.

You hesitated for a moment. It had been years since you talked to Xiaojun but you hoped that he would understand where you were coming from. After a few minutes, you decided to continue.

"It’s hard for me to say this but…” You took a deep breath. “Xiaojun, you’re a dad…”

“Wait, what?” Xiaojun gasped.

“We have a son,” You answered quickly. “His name is Dongjun.”

Xiaojun blinked several times. “Are you sure he’s mine?”

"You were the last person I had sex with before I found out I was pregnant." You nodded your head and pulled out your phone, scrolling through the pictures of Dongjun. “He looks exactly like you. Just look at the pictures.”

Xiaojun stared down at the photo of Dongjun on his phone. He took in the picture and blinked slowly. His expression softened as he looked back at you.

“Our son…” He murmured quietly. “Wow.”

“I know you might be mad or disappointed that I didn’t tell you but…” You paused. “I wasn’t ready to face you after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come back to Korea and take care of me and the baby because we had that one night together.”

Xiaojun shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Y/N, don't worry about that. I know our relationship is complicated but there is no way I would ever resent you or the baby. In fact, I feel happy to hear that you're raising our son well."

“I’m glad you think that.” You smiled. “I never really talked about you. When Dongjun asks where you are, I just tell him that you had to work somewhere far away. How do you tell a four year old that his mom and dad aren’t even a couple? How do you tell him that his mom and dad were drunk and horny one night and that’s how he was conceived? Telling him that you worked far away was the best option.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Xiaojun sighed. “Can I meet him? Please, Y/N? I would love to meet my son.”

“Of course, I’d like you to meet him.” You agreed, nodding. “And knowing Dongjun, he already loves you very much.”

“I already love him too, you know?” Xiaojun gave a slight laugh. “I wish I had met him earlier. Things would have been different between us. I wouldn’t have gone overseas. I would have stayed and we could have explored if there was truly a connection between us.”

“Maybe things wouldn’t have changed that much.” You reminded him. “Even if you did stay, we were really never together. Not after that one night. All we did was sleep together. There was nothing more than sex going on. You flirted with me, sure. And I needed comfort from a broken heart. So there was nothing binding us together.“

“Yes, there was.” Xiaojun argued. “The first moment I met you, that first time you smiled so sweetly at me when Renjun introduced us, I knew I liked you right away. It’s like I could see you clearly for the first time. The way you walked, your attitude, your body language, everything was so perfect. But you were with Jungwoo at the time. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him, so I just tried to hang out with you whenever possible.”

He sighed, looking at you softly. “After you broke up with Jungwoo, I realized that I was in love with you. That one drunk night at the frat party made me realize how I felt about you. And I never stopped loving you since then.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, suddenly feeling sad.

“I didn’t want you to rush anything. You were healing from a broken heart and I didn’t want to add more problems to your life. I just knew that you needed love and comfort even if it was for one night.” Xiaojun explained. “And I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how I felt.”

“I understand.” You whispered sadly. “But you should have told me sooner. Maybe I felt the same way.”

“Well, I’m telling you now.” Xiaojun said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Did you ever felt anything for me? Like, was there any chance that you could have fallen in love with me?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “If I wasn’t dating Jungwoo back then, I probably would have started to develop feelings for you too. Maybe even developed them into something more.”

“I’m glad you said that.” Xiaojun breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Xiaojun, now that you’re back for good…” You paused. “Do you think that we could give this another shot? Maybe see where things really go between us? If you just want to be friends or just in Dongjun’s life, then it’s fine with me. But I just thought…”

“I want that too.” Xiaojun cut you off. “I want to see where this goes. With you, and Dongjun. I can be the father that Dongjun deserves and I will make sure to devote myself fully to my son and to you.”

“Okay.” You agreed. You stood up and grabbed his hand. “Come. Let’s go see our son.”

It took you but minutes by car to reach your apartment. You reached your door and unlocked it, calling out, “Dongjun! I’m home!”

Dongjun ran out of his room with a huge smile on his face. As soon as he spotted you, he jumped into your arms and gave you a big hug.

“Mommy! Mommy! I missed you!” He exclaimed happily.

“I missed you too, baby. Where’s Uncle Jisung?” You questioned, wondering where your younger brother was.

“Uncle Jisung is watching TV.” Dongjun suddenly noticed Xiaojun by the door. “Mommy, who’s that?”

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself.

"Well… Let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" You offered nervously.

Dongjun looked between you and Xiaojun curiously, wondering what was going on.

“He looks exactly like me.” Xiaojun muttered. “I can’t believe we made such a beautiful child.”

“Dongjun, this is your daddy.” You introduced the two of them.

“Daddy!” Dongjun squealed excitedly, jumping off your lap and running towards Xiaojun. Xiaojun hesitated for a second, still unsure whether he should accept Dongjun’s warm embrace. But after a brief hesitation, he leaned down to hug Dongjun with a big smile.

“Hi Dongjun. I’m your dad.” Xiaojun said softly.

“Dad! Dad! DAD!” Dongjun exclaimed loudly, unable to contain his excitement. He wrapped his tiny arms around Xiaojun’s neck, hugging him tightly.

"Oohh." Xiaojun gasped, surprised by Dongjun’s reaction. His body went rigid and he clutched onto Dongjun even tighter.

"Is everything alright?" You wondered, noticing the tension in the air.

"Uh… Yeah, it's fine." Xiaojun laughed. "Just caught me off guard, that's all. He’s just so energetic."

You nodded, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Xiaojun. You’ll get used to it.”

“I love him already.” Xiaojun breathed out. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

You smiled widely. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Xiaojun being so affectionate with Dongjun. This must have meant so much to him.

"We're both so happy that you're here, daddy!" Dongjun exclaimed, planting kisses on Xiaojun's cheeks.

"Thank you for welcoming me, Dongjun." Xiaojun replied gently.

Dongjun giggled and wrapped his arms around Xiaojun's neck once again. Xiaojun laughed at Dongjun's enthusiasm. You grinned and looked at each other, sharing a small laugh.

“This is going to work out really well.”

It had been a few months since Xiaojun had moved into your apartment. Your brother Jisung had moved out and said that he and his friend, Chenle, found an apartment to share. You knew that Jisung didn't want to get involved in the love fest between you and Xiaojun.

Yours and Xiaojun’s relationship slowly began to blossom and develop into something more. It started with a few sweet kisses here and there. Soon enough, they became an everyday occurrence. At first, you were nervous and embarrassed. You wanted to wait until Dongjun grew older before letting him catch you kissing his father. However, you soon realized that letting Xiaojun seduce you was the most exciting thing you had experienced in a long time. And not only that, but seeing Dongjun's excitement while witnessing these intimate moments between you and Xiaojun, well…

It was adorable.

At some point, you started falling for Xiaojun. Hard. Your heart raced every time you saw him and every kiss sent shivers through your entire body. Soon enough, the longing to be with him outweighed everything else in your life. You knew that Dongjun loved Xiaojun as well, which helped ease your worries.

One night, the three of you were watching a movie when Dongjun asked you and Xiaojun a question.

“Mommy, Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

You looked over at Dongjun and he was eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Sure, honey. What is it?” You asked.

“Where do babies come from?” He inquired.

You and Xiaojun looked at each other, smiling awkwardly. After a few seconds of silence, you decided to take control of the situation.

“Honey, babies are actually made when mommies and daddies love each other very much.” You told him.

“Ohhh…” Dongjun stared at you and Xiaojun intently. “Then does mommy and daddy love each other very much?”

Xiaojun turned to look at you with a wide grin on his face. “Why yes, my little prince. We do.”

Dongjun beamed at the sight of Xiaojun's prideful expression. Then he looked at you and smiled.

“Does that mean I can have a baby brother or sister?” He asked, nodding vigorously.

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks again, smiling at each other silently. Finally, you pulled Dongjun into a tight hug.

“Of course, honey. One day, I hope that you'll have lots of siblings.” You whispered softly.

“Mmm. I'd like that.” Dongjun murmured, snuggling closer to you. "I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy."

You squeezed him tightly. “I love you, sweetie. So much.”

Dongjun eventually fell asleep in your arms. You glanced over at Xiaojun who was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with Dongjun's hair idly.

“Xiaojun?” You called out softly.

“Hmm?” He responded, continuing to play with Dongjun's hair.

“I've always wanted to tell you this.” You admitted, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I love you.”

His eyes widened at the sudden confession. A few seconds passed before he spoke.

“I love you too.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm lips on yours. You felt yourself become flush as you pressed against him.

The moment was broken when Dongjun yawned, causing you to let go of Xiaojun's hands. You watched as he gathered his sleeping son into his arms. The two of them quietly made their way upstairs, leaving you alone downstairs.

Your cheeks were flushed red and your mind was filled with images of Xiaojun making passionate love to you on the sofa. Even though it was completely innocent, you found yourself feeling extremely aroused. You wondered if Xiaojun was feeling the same way.

After tucking in Dongjun, Xiaojun returned to the living room. He sat down beside you and looked at you lovingly. “I love you, Y/N. I want no one but you.”

“Who would have imagine one drunken night would lead to us being together again.” You sighed.

“That night changed everything for us.” Xiaojun agreed. “Our lives haven't been the same ever since.”

“I know.” You sighed, leaning against Xiaojun's chest. “If it weren't for that night, I wouldn't have had Dongjun or met you again.”

Xiaojun nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “Neither of us could have predicted how fate would bring us back together. And I am so grateful that it did.”

Your hands caressed his cheek. “I don't regret a single second we spent apart. I think our time apart made us realize how much we needed each other. Without you, Dongjun would never have existed.”

Xiaojun cupped your face in his hands and leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.

“Let's enjoy every minute we have together, okay?” He suggested.

You melted into his touch. Every kiss, every touch felt so right. For the first time in your life, you truly felt like everything was coming together perfectly.

"Yes, Xiaojun." You agreed, nipping his bottom lip playfully. "Should we give our little one a sibling?“

He grinned. “Definitely.”

“Have fun and don’t come back pregnant!” Renjun called out, Johnny laughing next to him.

“Dongjun, be good for the uncles!” Xiaojun called out, Dongjun excitedly chasing Mark.

“Yay! Sleepover with Uncles Renjun, Mark and Johnny!!” Dongjun shouted happily, throwing his arms in the air.

Renjun grabbed hold of him, swinging him around in a circle. “Yeah! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

You and Xiaojun exchanged hugs with Dongjun before getting into the car and driving back home. Both you and Xiaojun thought it would be good idea to have the guys take your son for the weekend so that you both can spend some time together alone.

Xiaojun held your hand as he was driving. His thumb gently stroked your fingers, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what would happen later tonight.

The only time you had sex with Xiaojun was that one drunken night all those years ago. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you’ve slept in the same bed but you’ve never touched each other intimately. You didn’t want Dongjun to catch the two of you if you were being sexual in any way shape or form.

But tonight was different.

Tonight you planned to surrender yourself to Xiaojun completely. This time you wanted to remember everything that happened and now that you’re together, it would be easy for you to recall all of the feelings and sensations.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, Xiaojun pulled you close and kissed you passionately. You groaned at the taste of his mouth on yours. His strong arms enveloped your waist, holding you firmly against his body. You slid your hands up his muscular arms and ran them through his hair. You savored the sensation of his scalp under your fingertips. His dark locks glistened with drops of sweat as he released his lips from yours and looked deep into your eyes.

“Do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Always.” You breathed, closing the gap between your lips once again.

Xiaojun growled deeply as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He moaned as your tongue met his and instinctively he slipped his hand under your shirt. You gasped as he traced the edge of your bra, your nipples hardening instantly.

"I need you. Right now." He breathed heavily.

Your breathing matched his pace. You peeled off your shirt and unhooked your bra, allowing it to slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. Xiaojun smiled widely as he looked down at your naked breasts.

"God, I forgot how great they looked." He remarked, licking his lips hungrily.

He reached down and took your hands, pulling you closer to him. You stood before him, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Suddenly, his mouth was on your left breast, sucking strongly on the nipple. Your hands immediately clutched his head, encouraging him to continue. You couldn’t help but moan loudly.

"You know..." He murmured between licks and kisses. "I've always wanted a repeat of that night. To feel your naked skin against mine... to kiss your body... to feel you come for me."

"Me too..." You gasped. "At least this time we're sober."

He laughed as he brought his lips back to your right breast, sucking and nibbling lightly. Your hands continued to run through his hair. You closed your eyes as his warm breath tickled your skin. When his hand finally reached your shorts, you grabbed his hand only to help him pull your pants off. Xiaojun slid his fingers underneath your panties and into your wet folds. You trembled as he played with your clit.

"God, you're so fucking wet." He muttered, chuckling. "And so ready for me."

He pulled away momentarily, to pull his shirt off. He slipped his fingers inside of you as you undid his belt buckle and zipper. Soon enough, his cock was freed from his pants and you wrapped it with your hand. As soon as you started stroking him, his hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck!" He grunted, removing his fingers from you and sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing them to the side.

His eyes met yours as he bent his head down and captured your mouth in a kiss. You moaned as his tongue found its way inside your mouth. You were still stroking his length as he pushed you towards the sofa.

You sat down, running your hand over his muscular chest. You looked at him with lust filled eyes. "Xiaojun..."

"Yeah baby?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Can I... suck you off?" You requested, leaning forwards.

"Oh god." He breathed. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head.

"Y/N..." He groaned as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

You hummed as you sucked, using your tongue to flick it quickly across the tip of his shaft. Xiaojun slowly stroked your hair as he watched you work his cock with your mouth. His own eyes were half-closed as he basked in the pleasure.

You took more of him into your mouth, moving your head up and down slowly. You could hear him moaning in pleasure as you moved your mouth faster and faster. He gripped the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place. You could feel his member throbbing as you took him deeper and deeper.

You began to increase your speed, taking more of him into your mouth at a rapid pace. Xiaojun grunted as he reached his limit, jerking his hips violently. You kept going until he was completely spent, spurting his hot cum onto your tongue.

You swallowed his seed greedily, wanting to taste every last drop of it. After cleaning his cock with your tongue, you withdrew your lips from his member and rested your head on his thigh. You turned your head to look at him, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Good job, baby." He praised, running his hands through your hair. "You're amazing. But I'm not done yet."

He kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaned in to kiss you passionately. Your tongues tangled in a heated embrace as you moaned into each other’s mouths. Xiaojun began to stroke your inner thighs, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Xiaojun...please...inside me..." You whimpered, unable to hide your desire.

"Not yet." He whispered huskily. "You've been so good for me already. I don't want to stop just yet."

Xiaojun knelt in front of you, kneeling on the floor. He pulled your legs apart, admiring the view. Your pussy was swollen and wet, calling out to him. He bent down and kissed your inner thigh softly, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered uncontrollably. Xiaojun raised his eyes to meet yours.

"Open your legs wider." He commanded, gently pushing your knees further apart.

"Mmm..." You moaned. "Yes, Xiaojun..."

You were lost in ecstasy as he placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, one by one. You could feel his fingers spreading your moist lips apart, exposing your swollen pink flesh to his gaze. He lowered his head to lick your slit delicately. You could feel your juices beginning to drip down your thighs. Xiaojun lifted his head to stare at your flushed cheeks, grinning widely.

"Your body is perfect." He remarked, tracing the outline of your lips with his index finger.

With one swift motion, he plunged his finger inside of you, making you cry out. He moved his hand slowly, circling your g-spot while also stimulating your clitoris with his thumb. The combination of pleasure overwhelmed you and soon you were clawing at the sofa cushion in an attempt to grab onto something.

"Xiaojun, please...oh my god!" You cried, unable to contain yourself.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked softly, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh.

You nodded vigorously, unable to find words.

"Say it, baby." He urged.

"Please... fuck me." You begged, panting heavily.

Xiaojun got up off the ground and looked at you. You had the cutest blush on your face as you gazed up at him. He cupped your cheek, smiling brightly at you. "Come here."

He walked towards the bedroom, dragging you behind him. Once he got there, he sat on the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.

"Y/N, I love you." He said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "No matter what happens, no matter where we go, no matter what our life has become... I will always love you. Please believe that."

He looked deep into your eyes, watching as tears began to stream down your face. "I love you too." You choked, tears falling freely.

His eyes softened and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "Let's get married. Let's give Dongjun brothers and sisters to play with."

You closed the gap between you and planted a tender kiss on his lips. You felt his erection growing beneath you and slowly maneuvered yourself to sit atop him. His fingers wrapped around your waist as you settled yourself comfortably on top of him. Xiaojun caressed your face with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you my wife." He whispered, looking into your eyes.

He slid one of his hands down to grip your ass, lifting you slightly. You sighed as he pressed himself against you. The tip of his cock nudged against your opening, getting you excited once again. Xiaojun groaned, pressing forward slightly. You threw your head back and forth as you felt his member slip inside of you. Xiaojun leaned down and pulled your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it. You moaned as you felt the fullness inside of you.

"God... Xiaojun, that feels so good." You panted.

He lowered you down and continued to thrust upwards, hitting that sweet spot every single time. His hands held tightly onto your butt as he pulled you harder and harder onto him. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

"Oh shit... Y/N... baby, I'm gonna-" He started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"Xiaojun...not yet..." You mumbled against his lips. "I don't want it to end just yet."

Xiaojun chuckled softly and kissed you deeply. You ran your hands through his hair as you pressed against him. He continued to thrust rhythmically into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and you moaned loudly.

"Cum for me, baby." Xiaojun ordered.

You dug your nails into his back as he picked up his pace. Xiaojun knew exactly when to slow down or intensify his movements. Every time he touched you in the most intimate of places, it sent chills all throughout your body. Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, nails scratching against the material. You bit your lip hard as Xiaojun fucked you harder than ever before.

"Baby, I'm gonna..." Xiaojun warned. "Fucking... shoot my load inside of you."

"Fuck, Xiaojun...please!" You cried, grasping at his back. "Cum in me!"

"Ahhh fuck... Y/N!" Xiaojun cried out, losing control. He pulled your hips back to meet his strokes, burying his entire shaft inside of you. You screamed out in pure ecstasy as he filled you with his cum. His cock pulsated inside of you as he came, coating your insides with his warm fluids. Xiaojun fell limply onto the bed beside you, both of you panting heavily. You rolled over to face him, gasping for air. He grinned at you as you traced your fingertips along his jawline.

"That was incredible." You declared, giving him a passionate kiss.

Xiaojun pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your body. You snuggled close to him as you let out a content sigh.

"So what do you say?" Xiaojun whispered into your ear. "Would you like to be my wife?"

"Yes." You whispered back, giggling. "Of course. I want no one but you and Dongjun. Only us. Always."

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Temptation ch.7

Co-written with @fhatbhabie

No outbreak!Dbf!Joel x Fem!Plus size!Reader

Series Masterlist

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Summary: After breaking things off with your toxic boyfriend, you move back home with your dad. His best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, takes an interest in you. But you’re the one who has to convince him to make the first move.

Chapter warnings: use of y/n, mention of social media, someone runs into an ex, reader feels bad about herself, dirty talk, smuuut, unprotected p in v (don’t do this), brat tamer!Joel, gendered terms used toward reader, rough oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink (duh), sort of public sex???, mirror sex, choking, fight, making up.

Divider art by: @saradika

“Sarah, I need your opinion on something.” You said as you walked into her room. “Have you seen these like pheromone perfumes on Tiktok?”

“Oh my god yes! Been wanting to try it out.”

“Let's fucking do it.” You pulled up the website on your phone and quickly order 2 bottles.

“Wait… who are you gonna use it for?” You ask.

“I've been kinda seeing this guy at school for a while and I think it's serious. We've got our 5th date in about a week so you know what that means.”

“Ahhh I do. Well hopefully it'll get here before your date.”

Within 7 days you received a small box in your mailbox and quickly ran over to Joel's.

“Sarah!!” You squealed as you ran to her bedroom. “Look what's here!”

“Yes!!” She takes the box and quickly opens it pulling out 2 roller ball perfumes. She opened one and put it up to her nose. “I mean… it smells good but like, it smells the same as any other perfume.”

“Aww...” you pout. “Well that was a waste…”

“I'll still wear it on my date tonight. Maybe it affects men differently?”

“Fingers crossed I didn't just waste $40.” You said, making Sarah laugh.

“Whatcha got there girls?” Joel said making you and Sarah jump.

“I told Y/N about my date and she ordered me some perfume for tonight. Just got here in time.” Sarah said smiling innocently at Joel.

He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully at her. “Speaking of date… since Sarah's gonna be out why don't we go on a date?” Joel asked, looking at you.

“We'd have to go out of town honey.” You felt Sarah elbow you on the side making a light bulb go off in your head. Date out of town means getting a hotel room, and getting a hotel room means wild monkey sex.

“Sarah you can manage the house by yourself right?” Joel asked.

“Of course, dad. No worries here.”

Later that afternoon you walked out of your room with an overnight bag and grabbed your keys and purse.

“Where you off to?” Your dad asked.

“Couple of girlfriends are throwing a sleepover.”

“You never mentioned a sleepover.”

“Yeah but I wasn't sure if I was working this weekend and I'm not so I decided to join last minute.” What a good liar.

“Okay, just be safe.”

“Will do, dad.” You walked out of the house and saw Joel leaning on the hood of your car with his overnight bag and you tossed him the keys. You tossed both of your bags in the back and sat upfront. Joel got in and drove off. You felt your phone buzz and saw Sarah had texted you.

Sarah: wear a condom ;)

You: haha you too <3

About an hour later you ended up in San Antonio. Joel pulled into this beautiful hotel and opened the door for you.

“What a gentleman.” You teased. He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked you in. Not long after, you got into the elevator and went up to the room. Walking into the room it felt like a dream come to life. There was a beautiful king sized bed in the middle of the room that faced out across the city skyline.

“Jesus, Joel... you went all out.”

“Well, I realized we've never really been on an official date so I had to make it special.” He kissed your temple and pulled you close.

“What do you have planned first?” You asked.

“Dinner in about an hour? That enough time to get ready?”

“Plenty.” You pecked his lips and grabbed your bag, making your way to the bathroom.

You took a quick shower and tossed your hair up into a neat bun, leaving your neck exposed. You slipped on a short, dark red dress that accented your body beautifully. You applied mascara and lipstick and looked over yourself in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom, locking eyes with Joel. He was in a black button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt was tucked into a pair of khakis and dress shoes, with his gray curls slicked back. Not gonna lie, just looking at him dressed up made your panties get soaked.

“Must be a fancy place.” You hum.

“Only the best for you, darlin’...”

After a short drive Joel pulled in front of the restaurant. It was so damn fancy, the name of the restaurant was hard to pronounce.

“Let me go check and see if the table is ready, I'll be back.” He kissed your cheek and got out of the car, making his way inside. You pulled your phone out of your purse and heard something drop onto the floorboard of your car. You leaned down and saw it was the pheromone perfume.

“Forgot about you...” you muttered to yourself. “Here goes nothin’.” You rolled some on both sides of your neck right under your ears and a little on your wrists and your ankles, just ‘cause Joel tends to like your ankles around his head. Sarah wasn't wrong, it smelled good but just like any other perfume.

Joel walked back out and jumped into the car. “They said about another half hour.”

“Okay honey, we can wait.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to his nose. He started sniffing up your arm and right to the spot under your ear where you put the perfume on. You swore you could hear him groan.

“Fuck, you smell so fuckin good…” he muttered against your skin, making you giggle.

“Thank you, baby.” Thank you Tiktok.

You walked into the restaurant with Joel and sat at the table. You flipped through the menu and muttered.

“What was that darlin?”

“Don't even know what half of this stuff even is…” you said giggling.

“First time being wined and dined?” A woman said as she aproched the table. She was skinny… like the skinny every girl wants to be; no tummy, big boobs and big butt. She had long blonde hair and looked about Joel's age.

“Crystal?” He said as he stood up and pulled her into a hug.

“Joel Miller! Who would have thought I'd see you here on a date.” She said, laughing. Fuck… she had a perfect laugh and perfect teeth too. She turned to you and smiled, holding out her hand.

“Don't mean to be rude. I’m Crystal, an old friend of Joel's.”

“Y/N, I'm his girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Wow. Took me years to break him out of his shell and only once did I hear the L word. But don't worry you got yourself a good man sweetie.” She smiled and gave Joel one more hug before she walked away.

“Ex-girlfriend?” You asked, looking back down at the menu.

“We used to hook up. Years ago.”

“Ah. I see.” You said coldly. He grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss on your wrist.

“Nothing compared to you.” He said, making you smile. Couldn't stay mad at him forever. It was her loss.

After you both finished your meals you convinced Joel to order the one thing you've been looking forward to since you got here; chocolate covered strawberries.

“Don't understand the fuss of fruit dipped in chocolate.”

“Because you've never tried them. Here.” you grabbed a strawberry and held it up to his mouth. He took a bite causing strawberry juice to run down his lips and down your hand.

“Okay, that's pretty good…” he said as he ate what he had in his mouth.

“Told you. Gotta expand your taste palette.” You wiped his bottom lip with your thumb and unexpectedly he grabbed your wrist and took your thumb in his mouth. He ran his tongue down, licking up all the juice that was left behind, making you whimper.

“Taste and smell good.” he smirked

“Baby, you have no idea.” You winked at him.

After what felt like forever (well at least it did for Joel) you walked back into the hotel room and kicked off your heels and tossed your purse and phone on the small dresser under the TV. Joel quickly stripped down and picked you up and tossed you on the bed.

“Can't be smellin that damn good while we're out in public darlin… you know how many times I wanted to sit you on that table’n fuck you in front of everybody?”

“Why didn't you?” You teased.

“You woulda liked that wouldn't you?” He quickly unzipped your dress and tossed it to the corner of the room. He looped his fingers around your panties and slipped them off making you gasp at the cool air hitting your wet core.

“Look at that… already fuckin soaked...” he wasted no time and slid right into you making you ball the sheets into your fists. He always warmed you up but tonight he couldn't wait any longer. You felt his girth stretch you out blissfully, making both of you groan.

“Fucking hell, Joel.” You moaned out.

“That’a girl. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ beautifully.” He fastened his pace as he grabbed your ankles and rested both of them on his shoulders.

You clenched around him, anxious to see what he would say when he would catch a whiff on your ankles. He turned his head and kissed the inside of your calf and made his way down to your ankle making him chuckle at the smell.

“Filthy fuckin’ girl. You know how much I like having you like this...” he grabbed your legs and pushed them far up to where you were the one with your ankles on each side of your head.

His thrusts got more brutal and in the new position he had you in made you feel everything.

You moaned out a string of curses only making Joel be even more brutal. He felt you tighten around him letting him know you were close. He quickly pulled out of you making you whine at the empty feeling.

“Joel!” you yelped.

He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you up close to his face. “Don't be a brat.” he spat out.

“I was close.” You whined again. He tightened his grip on your neck a little more and pulled you off the bed pushing you down to your knees.

“Open.” He said. You didn't want to give in, you were having way too much fun, so you shook your head “no” making his eyes turn dark.

“I said…” he lets go of your neck and grips onto your jaw tight, making you whimper. “Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

You looked up at him and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. His hand moved to the back of your head as he wrapped your hair around his fist. He leaned down and spit on your tongue. You quickly swallowed and opened your mouth back up again, just begging for more.

He tapped his tip on your tongue, making the precum drop in your mouth. He put his other hand on the back of your head and pushed you all the way down his length, making you gag. You tried pushing back a little to get some air but he was too strong.

“Breathe through your nose, girl. Don't act like you've never choked on my cock before.” He started moving your head up and down his length, each time his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, making tears roll down your cheeks.

Joel pulled you off his dick by your hair with a string of saliva still connecting your lips with his tip. You looked up at him, breathing heavy with your eyes all puffy, mascara streaks on your cheeks and your lips swollen.

“You done being a brat?” He asked as he wiped the corner of your mouth. You take his thumb into your mouth and nod. He pulled his thumb out, making a small *pop* sound.

“Yes daddy… I'll be good.” You muttered, still trying to catch your breath and clearing the sticky precum that was stuck in the back of your throat.

“Good girl. Up.” He demanded. You quickly got up and he wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked over and opened the sliding door, walking both of you out on the balcony.

“Joel.” You breathe.

He pressed your back against the railing and wrapped his hand around your neck again. “Want you to be real good for me darlin’ and listen. I want you to be loud. Want the whole fuckin’ city to hear you screaming my name.”

“Y- Yes daddy…”

“Good girl...” he lined himself up to your entrance and slammed back into you, making you yelp. He wrapped his other arm around your lower back and started pounding into you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, trying to keep yourself up on him. He thrusted into you brutally, making you scream his name over and over and over… no doubt everyone in the rooms connected to yours heard you.

“Music to my fuckin’ ears.” He said as he gripped your neck tighter.

“Can't no one fuck this pussy like me, baby doll. Fucking remember that.” He grunted.

“Yes, Joel, fuck yes!!!” you cried out, tossing your head back with your eyes closed, making Joel start sucking on your neck like a damn vampire. You opened your eyes and felt tears stream down your face.

“Takin’ my cock so fucking well, doll...” Joel groans into your neck. You tried to respond but all that came out was mumbling nonsense.

“Look at you... so fucked out you can't even talk right.” He saw the tears drying on your cheeks and chuckles. “Cryin’ over daddy's cock aren't you?”

You tried responding again but the only thing that came out was his name. He moves both his hands to your ass and walks you back inside. He walked you over into the bathroom and sets you down, bending you over the sink. He grabs your hair and pulls your head up making you look in the mirror. He wasn't wrong. You looked so fucked out you didn't recognize yourself.

“Eyes on me the entire time. If you don't listen, you don't get to cum.” He slides back into you, making you groan, missing the feeling of him even though it was only a minute. You kept eye contact through the mirror but you couldn't help but glance at your own face. Eyes all puffy cheeks full of mascara stains and a red handprint on your neck along with a few hickeys. He wrapped his hand around your neck again and pulled you close so now your back was touching his chest, making the tip of his cock hit that beautiful sweet spot.

“God fuck, Joel, I’m gonna fucking cum!!” You screamed out.

“That's right baby doll… milk my fucking cock with that delicious pussy.” He groaned in your ear. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you released your juices all over him. His thrusts became more sloppy the more tight you got around him.

“Good fucking girl. Gimmie one more.” he wrapped his hand around and rubbed your clit roughly making your vision blur.

“Sh- Shit!!” You felt your legs wobble as a stream of hot cum squirted out of your cunt, making Joel groan and fill you with his hot sticky seed. You felt your walls milking him, making sure every last drop was safe inside you. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to regain feeling in your legs and trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“Fuck...” he groaned. “I swear to God your pussy is so fucking magical darlin’..”

You chuckled at him. He slowly slid out of you and sat you up on the counter. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into a kiss.

“I love you…” he muttered on your lips.

“I love you too Joel…”

The next morning you woke up and found yourself alone in bed. You grabbed your phone and texted Joel.

You: where are you baby?

Joel: downstairs grabbing breakfast. Get dressed and I’ll wait for you darlin.

You got dressed and made your way down to the lobby. You looked around and saw Joel sitting at a table with Crystal, the woman from last night. You got a little closer so you could hear what they were saying but not too close to where they could see you.

“Joel… I miss us.” She said.

“Crystal-” he began.

“I heard you and your little play toy last night fucking like rabbits on the balcony. Reminded me of how you used to fuck me. Tell you the truth no one's made me feel the way you did, Joel.” She said as she rubbed her hand up and down his bicep.

“What the fuck…” you muttered. You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. You quickly went back up to the room and started packing your things. Not long after Joel walked in and found you sitting on the bed, staring out the window.

“Darlin’? I was waiting on you.”

“Oh… sorry I wasn't feeling good so I went back to sleep. Just woke up.” you stood up and grabbed your bag. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah… let's go.”

The entire car ride you stared out the window and didn't say a word. Joel tried starting a conversation but you just replied with either “Mhm” or “Yeah.”

He pulled into your drive way and noticed your dad wasn't home.

“Wanna come to my place? Maybe we can sleep some more.” he said

“No m’fine.” you took your keys from him and walked into your house locking the door behind you feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

It had been a few days since you spoke to Joel. You’d come home from work and would see him outside staring at you waiting for you to come over and kiss him but you just waved at him and went inside. You did that every day. Until he got sick of it.

You were sitting in the living room when your phone went off right next to you.

Joel: meet me at my house. Now.

You sighed and slipped your shoes on and made your way over. You only knocked on the door once and he opened it, pulling you in.

“What the hell, Joel? Let me go.”

“What's wrong with you?” He asked.

“I don't know what you mean…”

“You haven't said more than 2 words to me since last weekend. I thought we had a great time together.”

“We did Joel.”

“Then what's fucking going on with you??”

“You and fucking Crystal!” You yelled out, leaving Joel speechless. “I saw you talking to her in the lobby the morning we left. She was talking about how much she missed you and how no man can make her feel the same way you did.”

“Y/N…”

“I don't blame you, you know. She's pretty and skinny. She must be a good lay since you fucking hugged her. Oh and she's not 30 years younger than you, so there's that.”

“Y/N it was nothing! We used to hook up. Why are you getting so bent out of shape over this?”

“Because I love you, you fucking idiot!!” You sobbed. “When I said I love you it wasn't post sex I love you it was an I love you I love you.” You quickly wiped your tears and took a deep breath. “I never asked you to say it back… but the fact that you told her you did and all she was was a hook up buddy-”

“She was just my friend with benefits. I didn't love her like I love you…”

“Y-You do?”

“Christ girl, yes. Fuckin’ crazy about you. Can't get enough of you. You not know how bad I want you to just move in here with me? I wanna spend every moment with you. You’re the last thing I wanna see at night and the first thing I wanna see in the mornin’...” he grabbed your hands and pulled you closer to him. “I love you, Y/N…”

“I love you too, Joel…”

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a cover duet of Oh My God I Think I Like You from crazy ex girlfriend is perfect for adamsapple would start with sex.

Adam:But I say no, no, no! This is just about sex! And no, no, no! Don't be such a girl Adam! But then I feel the oxytocin creeping back to my brain and all I can do is sing it again...

Oh my God I think I like you!

Lucifer:

Is there an IUD that can stop the image of you and me getting married on the hillside surrounded by Ducks and then we get into a rowboat...

OH MY GOD!

I think I like you.

youtube

GOOD LORD????? THIS IS FUCKING PERFECT AAARRGGHH???

Like okay those lines you highlighted are amazing, yes, but honestly the good song is a perfect fucking match for adamsapple LMAO they want to keep it all physical, specially Adam, but HAHA SURPRISE BITCH!!!!

#lovely this is a great one 10/10 #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask

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bandydear · 11 months

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imagine for a moment that you are Lisa Yellowjackets and you’ve been moving up the ranks of this cult intentional community and your mom boss therapist? cult leader mom tasks you with a super important job: stalk this girl she went to highschool together with. and you do it. you and your purple comrades pile in to a minivan and follow a pair of women who seem to be either criminal masterminds or having a nervous breakdown or both. you watch one of them smash open a vending machine to get her hot cheetos. you desperately want this woman to take you to soccer practice. and every day you call home to report your findings to your mom boss cult leader mom and she’s like “haha classic Natalie” but you’re not allowed to come home until “she’s safe” which you understand because this woman tries to kermit with the rifle she keeps in her room and you and the gang make a snap decision to not allow that so you now have kidnapping on your record and Natalie stabs you in THE FACE. and mom barely even tells you good job and her vibes with Natalie are SO WEIRD. like she still gets passive aggressive every time you get her drink order wrong (and you swear she asked for the macca root but now she’s humble bragging about her libido in front of Natalie and OH GOD THEY ARE EXES. THEY HAVE HAD SEX. SEX HAVERS.) so you have a stepmother now and she’s going with you to sell honey at the market and she keeps giving you driving tips so you know mom told her about The Incident which was totally Todd’s fault and not yours. anyway your stepmom steals your fish from your real mom and you kinda bonded okay? except boss mom has started locking herself in her cabin at odd hours of the day and staring at her hands and you’re pretty sure they’re fucking because your stepmom is having an existential crisis about some guy named Travis and oh god her little blonde friend is here and you hate this woman on sight. she has the arsenal of a serial killer and she just will not. get in the fucking. isolation tank. AND she brought all of their other highschool friends with them (including the senator of New Jersey???) and these women have the most rancid vibes you have ever encountered. one keeps yelling about how she’s going to kill baby Bruce the goat. you avoid them as they all get drunk, but your stepmom tells you to leave the compound literally the next day and mom is looking fantastic but also rocking these Jonestown vibes. so, you steal your stepmother’s gun because these women are doing some kind of fucked up wolfpack hunger games in the back yard and you need to be able to fire off a warning shot in case that one lady goes after Bruce and it turns out you’re not the only one with a gun because this girl shoots your mom in the fucking arm and she?? walks it off??? like the fucking terminator???? and everyone is talking about murder and the wilderness and Natalie goes for Mom with A KNIFE so you point the gun at her cause THAT’S YOUR FUCKING MOM and the blonde one tries to kill you with a needle so that’s how you got and lost a stepmother and inherited a honey empire in the space of like a week

#Yellowjackets #I’m just saying she had a week is all #lisa yellowjackets

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darkphoenix07 · 9 months

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Lovedd the Song prompt au! Can I ask for one with the song, "friends" by chase Atlantic where reader's friends warned her not to get back to her ex yunho and the reader really tries too but for wanting closure she somehow meets W her ex yunho...and then they end up having sex and get back together cause they're both crazily in love but since many things happened they broke up briefly which hurt them bad ...🫣 It's kinda angsty and smutty both haha

Friends by Chase Atlantic

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Mental health request

Paring : Yunho x Reader

Genre : Ex to Lovers, Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst

Word Count : 3.7k

Warning : Aggressiveness, Degradation, Cursing, Mocking, Teasing, Rough, Possessiveness, Unprotected sex, Punishment trope.

Author's note : Whoever asked me to write, I would like to thank her because this is one of my favorite songs of Chase Atlantic's. Their songs are literally out of the world and I couldn't wait any longer to write it. It felt too much interesting. Love you anon ❤️‍🩹

12.00 a.m.

"Happy New Year," everyone screams out loud with you and the guy you've been with the whole night drags you into his arms smashing his thin lips on yours. For a moment, you feel good about the kiss but you don't feel anything under your stomach even when he steals you away from everyone and throws on a wall.

"I can't tell you how long I have been waiting for this moment. You look ravishing tonight," he finishes his last word and jumps into your neck kissing you, licking you, marking you.

You should like it because he is being good, rough just like you want it to. He is pinning your hands on the sides and nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. You inhale and exhale to feel him more inside your head but it just doesn't work.

"Seonghwa, maybe this place is not comfortable enough. We should try in some other place," you end up telling him that but that's a lie.

You know that too because when it was with him, you would have cum in the bathroom on his cock or on his hand. His fingers were enough to make you feel tight and his gaze was enough to make you feel wet. It wasn't the sex you've always known. It was the deep connection you felt in your pelvis maybe everytime he looked at you or called you by your name.

He was intoxicating and addicting. Specially when he treated you like his sex toy. You loved being that knowing how toxic it was. You don't remember falling for the mistake he was. Always lovely and shiny. You remember when he smiled a little hard, his dimple would poke out and shot you in the chest making multiple holes there.

You would never consider going away until your friend said, "He is playing with your heart, Y/n. Look at him, letting other girls glue with him."

"But he has never cheated on me," you tried to protest but deep down you felt bad about how he never once called you his girlfriend or anything special. You loved how he called you his slut, his whore, his rag doll but never his love, his girlfriend or his future. You wondered how long would it take for him to get rid off you. But ended up, you got rid off him instead.

"For God's sake, Y/n! He only cares for his motorcycle and boxing club. He wants nothing from you but sex. Are you okay with that life?" Your other friend said.

On the New Year party, your friends wanted to throw a party together and wanted to break your man ban after you've broken up with Yunho. They set you up with Seonghwa, your senior in college and he is so lovely you have to say, a fucking green flag in every ways.

But he is not the goofy tall bastard you gave your heart to, he doesn't have a forced dimple, he doesn't call you his slut or whore when he fucks you in his car, he doesn't kiss you like you are his, neither he makes your eyes tear up with joy and sadness at the same time like Yunho always did.

Seonghwa even dropped you safe at your house and you landed on the bed like a dead person. You remember breaking up with Yunho last Halloween. You both were dressed up as vampires and the party was in his house. So it was easy for you two to sneak inside his room.

It didn't take much long for him to throw you on his bed and fall right above you until his lips met yours. He was desperate and you were anxious. He felt your body stiffening, "Y/n, are you not alright?"

You took it a chance when you look into his eyes and ask him, "What am I to you?"

"Do I even need to say that? I can show it better," he told you with that big smile you love the most and started to kiss your neck. But you were stubborn to get what was right for you so you dragged him by collar and make him face you.

"I need to hear it from your mouth."

"Don't be silly. This is not the victorian times anymore. We don't go around calling someone ours. You are mine and that is enough for me."

"Fuck, Yunho. I need more of this. I need...I need more of you."

He got up and brushed his hair with his hands, "Am I not giving you enough?"

"No this is not normal, Yunho. This is toxic. We are in a toxic relationship. We fuck, we dance, we fuck again, we dance all night, we fuck all day. This is not life. I have my life, I have my goals. I can't do this anymore."

"Don't I have a life too, Y/n?"

"What is the meaning of your life, Yunho? Your motorcycle? Your boxing club? How long are you going to do these?"

You sat up moving the strain of hair from your face and avoid his gaze. He was in pain, you were giving him that. You couldn't possibly look at the pain. It would break you.

"Doll, is it all because of your friends?" He sat in front of you to meet your eyes.

The tears in your eyes makes his heart crumble but he doesn't let it come through his own eyes. He gulps those pain back and eats it up. He held your hands into his.

"Fuck, Yunho. It is about me, us. Why would you bring them up? Please, let's settle down. I can't do this anymore. I am not your fuck toy. I am a person. I am my own person."

He left your hands, "So, these terms made you uncomfortable?"

"No, Yun-"

"No, Y/n. I understand. I haven't been good to you. I haven't treated you good so far. So, it will better than if that's what you need. Because I can't settle now. I want to enjoy my life more. I am not even twenty five yet. I don't want to have any regrets in life but you. I wanted to live my life with you but we are different."

You tried to hold his hand but he backs away, "Please don't make this hard for me. Stay with me if you want to. I don't want to force anything on you. If you leave this room now I'll take that as an invitation. So be my guest."

You didn't want to show him more of your tears so you walk back into the party. Drink a lot. He left you in your house putting a blanket over you and not touching you even after you begging him.

You remember meeting him on Christmas party then. You craved him like you crave chocolate on your period. You both couldn't help and he ended up fucking you in the balcony of his friends' house on the Christmas night. But he didn't call you anything other than your name so you cum once and let him finish off once. Then you moved away only to get scolded by your friends again.

After new year, it has been fifteen days. You dropped Seonghwa's topic but went to San's party who is your college classmate. San had a crush on you for so long and now that he has got his way with you, he couldn't stop smiling while talking to you. The way he handled tequila, that was a little childish but he stopped having more because he wanted to talk to you more of his night.

Which is worse that Yunho is his friend and now you are doing everything to avoid his burning gaze at you two. You are sure Yunho is thinking about dragging San away from you and force you somewhere in the corner to teach you his lessons. But he is surprisingly respecting your boundaries which is making it more painful for you to survive in this party with San.

San was playful. He kissed you multiple times on your neck and lips but this guy wants to go slow knowing about your breakup details.

Not being able to take his heated gaze, you plan your escape , "Excuse me, San. I need to use the bathroom."

You splash some water on your cheeks as they have gotten red not because of the blush you've on or San's slow kisses. Because of Yunho gawking at you for the last couple hours not even doing a thing.

You open the bathroom door of the bedroom and start to walk but you are stopped with a pair of hands on your heel tracing the laces around your calves.

"How do you always tie them loose?"

His voice starts making your heart tired by beating so fast. You think your pussy has started to throb as he slowly wrap the heel laces around your claves and tightens them while tying up. Even when he gets up, his index finger touches your thigh, your inner thigh, then your waist, then the side of your breast.

"You are looking fucking amazing," his husky voice and the smell of tequila coming from him hit you differently.

"Who are you to say that?" You counter attack him but that isn't enough you under when he smiles. He fucking smiles, your favorite kind of.

"I am nothing, doll. I have never been anything or else you wouldn't be able to walk away that day," he says like it was all your fault.

"You didn't stop me," you tell him attacking him again but he smiles for the second time giving you the worst kind of a headache.

"You were saying it wasn't your friends but I saw them trying so hard to keep me away from you by doing their chores," he steps closer to you making you feel his hot breath on your face.

You gulp to avoid the sweet smell of his body, "But it was my choice."

"I respected it."

"You weren't supposed to, Yunho!"

You slap your mouth as the words leave your mouth.

"Do they taste better than me, doll?" He changes the subject. To comfort you maybe? But his question was more concerning.

"What do you mean?"

When he starts walking towards you and you didn't find any place behind you only the wall, you realize he came here with intension. When your core gets soaked up, you realize it was you who lured him here on purpose no matter how many times you deny it.

"Did they make you this much nervous that your panty is soaked right now," he touches your soaked panty under the dress pulling the dress up, "So soaked that I can smell you from here."

He whispers while his middle finger grazes your clothed clitoris.

"You are a bastard!"

You blame him but you also pull him on your mouth and devour his lips into yours. With your dangling kiss, you tell him how his kiss tastes the best and how nervous he makes you all the time he talks to you.

His hands follow on your back to pull off the laces of your dress and your dress immediately obeys him falling on the floor leaving you in your underwear.

"How many times did imagined me parting your thighs like this and touched yourself?" He says as he does what he says.

"I don't know," you can't lie when his hand is in-between your thighs and only thing you can think about is when he is going to throw you on the bed of this room.

"Tell me you are not my doll," he says wrapping your panty line in his index finger, pulling it up to hurt your hole.

"Yunho-yunho, please," you whimper not being able to face him.

"Tell me and I will stop because if I start right now. I am not going to stop even if the party finishes and all the guests leave the house. You are getting all of it tonight whether you like it or not," he warns you like he is going to punish you like the doll you are of his.

You don't answer so as a punishment, he pulls you up by your waist and makes you sit on the side table of the room spreading your legs wide for him, "Answer me or else you won't like how I ruin you tonight."

"Tell me. Are you my doll?"

"I-I am sorry. Ah-"

You scream feeling the burn in your pussy as he leaves a slap on it. It hurts so good that you clench your walls feeling the heat leaving your body paralyzed.

"Answer, baby?"

"Yes, yes. I-I am your doll," supporting yourself on the table is hard when he is gazing at you like he is about to ruin every part of you.

He slowly drags your panty down leaving you bare while he is fully dressed in his black shirt and black jeans. He looks so lethal in this attire, you think but you have more things to worry about. The same hands that tied your shoe laces, removed them making you feel the cold air now.

"Are you my whore, sweetheart?"

Your mind fills with the times he called you that. So, you become late to answer and earn another slap on your swollen pussy.

"For fucking my sake. Forgive me," you try to say something meaningful but it doesn't help.

"Tell me you don't like what I am doing," he says slapping you again and looks at you with a evil smirk in his face.

"Yunho-"

"Tell me and I'll stop. I have always wanted your opinions," he says.

"God yes I love it. I FUCKING love that you are making a mess of me," you say earning another slap, this time more painful.

"Are you mine, doll?" He slaps you now every thirty seconds you are sure because he is sure you like it.

"Yes, I am yours. Only yours."

Suddenly he grabs you by hair and pulls you towards his forehead meeting his, "The how dare you let someone else touch what's mine?"

"Yunho, I am sorry. I thought I would be able to get over you," you say meeting his eyes, he is visibly mad at you right now and you don't understand what to do.

"Did you ever think of me or how will I survive a day without you?" He asks you gripping your hair a little too tightly.

"I shouldn't have b-"

"I haven't touched a soul from the day you have walked into my life. I haven't cared about any other girls but you. I have only had my hands on you. I used to race like I don't have a tomorrow until you become my tomorrow, I used to do boxing like I don't have a wil to live until you become one. What does these mean, Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't understand what to do."

"Those things mean that I love you. I have loved you ever since I have eyes on you, doll. I fucking you but do you love me, y/n?" He asks you attacking you with full force.

Before you can say a thing, he pulls you up again and keeps you on his shoulder before plopping you on the bed. You watch him stripping waiting for your next punishment but all you can see is pain in his eyes.

You get up to make it up to him but he doesn't let you touch him, "You do what I say tonight if you love me a bit."

"I love you, Yunho. Stop treating me like that."

"Oh do you, sweetheart?" He grabs your chin and makes your head fall on the bed.

"Then how did you kiss those guys with these lips you were saying that belong to me?"

"Yunho, I shouldn't have. I und-"

He leaves your chin and grabs the headboard above you, "Just because I was quite and I didn't call you my girlfriend you punished me like that. How do you thing I should punish you, doll?"

"However you love. I just want your apology."

"Do you think of me as a monster, y/n?"

"No, Yunho..."

"Can I ever hurt you?"

"I know you can't bu-"

He cuts you off with a kiss dropping his hands on your sides. It makes you realize how badly you insulted him by being with someone while you were in the break-up phase. He was being good, it was on and off, there was no commitments but he did whatever he should have done for you.

He stops but his bottom lips grazes your upper lip while he says, "Do you give me the person to destroy you right now, doll?"

"You don't scold me and ask permission like that," you tell him and feel his palm slipping on your pelvis pressurizing you.

You feel something building inside of you as you hear him say, "You get more than scoldings, my doll."

And then his hands leave your pelvis, goes to grab his cock in on hand. He keeps looking at you while making his cock dipping into you. You feel flushed, hot by the way he is staring at you like all the time, "Ah, Yunho."

You wanted to pull him roughly because the way he is slowly dipping himself is leaving you frustrated. But you can't disobey someone like him, not right now.

After he is fully situated into you, you see him grabbing the headboard, "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you right now."

"Why don't you just do that?" Your voice sounds hoarse by the way you are full of him. He isn't moving one inch. He is just there, not moving a muscle torturing you with no movement.

"You'll like that, don't you?" He smirks and you see a drop of sweat coming down from his hairline to his forehead. He looks so red right now but he is too stubborn to teach you a lesson for touching other men.

"I said I am sorry, Oh my fucking God" you yell at him as he pulls out. It leaves you breathless without him even starting.

"How bad do you want it? He asks you pushing inside you again, this time a little fast.

"So bad, so fucking bad. Please, please, please. I ca-" then he pulls out again, his tip still touching your walls.

"Why don't you ask your other boyfriends?" He says with a dark gaze making tears fall from your eyes. He is hurting you back the way you hurt him. It has been like this always. That is why your friends told you he was toxic.

"Because they don't fuck me like their sex toy," you wanted to satisfy him tonight. You wanted to make him happy so you said what he liked.

And it makes him smile too, "There you are. There is my favorite whore. My one and only."

He starts moving continuously but still slow. You grab his arms trying to make him fasten the pace, "I have had enough, Yunho. For God's sake, stop torturing me."

"Are you my whore? Say it again"

"YES, I AM," his sudden surprising thrust makes you scream and this time his thrusts didn't stop.

"Legs on my waist, doll," he commands you and you obey wrapping your legs around his waist making more ways for him to get inside.

"That's my whore. My good girl. Mine," he keeps praising you while abusing your little hole and it only makes you proud.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart," he tells you and moves you on your knees with his one hand.

He spreads you like an open book and you look back at him to see his face but he grabs your face and pushes it down, "You don't see what I do to you now, little doll. Earn it."

And as he enters you, your support on your elbows fall desperately craving more from him, "Yunho, I can't.-"

"Do you want me to stop? I'll stop when you want me to," he tells you but doesn't stop.

"Don't fuckin stop," and that's all it takes for him to pushing himself forcefully everytime. You are a screaming mess and all you can hear is his panting. You are the cause of that panting, you are the cause that he is flushed like that. How good that is!

He stops and with one last thrust, he comes right after you do, "I fucking love you," he showers you these words when he cums making you feel overwhelmed.

He supports you to move on your back and keeps panting beside you grazing the marks he gave you.

"I'm coming," he says and comes back with tissue, a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring condom today. I didn't know it was about to happen," he says while cleaning you softly, carefully because your pussy is still swollen from the slaps of his palm.

"I'll take pill tomorrow, don't worry," you tell him placing the glass aside and bring him beside you. He pulls you on his body, keeping your head on his chest.

"I am sorry. I should have told you that I loved you," He tells you keeping his hand around your shoulders.

You look at him pressing your palm, "I am sorry for not realizing that."

You smile and earn a peck from him which soothes the rough kisses from earlier.

"But doll, touch another man and he dies."

Can he get any more predictable?

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Many Things

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. One fateful night everything changes between best friends.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, oral sex (m to f), touch of frottage, tiny bit of breeding kink, angst, jealousy, arguing.

Word Count: 3.7k

Authors Note: This one is more romantic tbh, not too explicit (the next two Benny one-shots will be utter filth, fyi). I wanted to do a modern take on jealous Benedict request I fulfilled a few weeks ago, but this thing took off on its own adventure and frankly I was just along for the writing ride. Yes, I know I know I have other WIPs I should be working on. This fic is dedicated to the wonderful @makaylan who adores friends to lovers and even betaed this. Thanks bestie <3.

Benedict Bridgerton has been many things to you over the years - a close friend since childhood, a genius to copy homework from, a lift home at Christmas, a shoulder to cry on when the men you date let you down, and most recently, your housemate - but not what you would have considered marriage material.

It’s one fateful night that changes everything.

Some of your mutual university friends have rented a house in the same neighbourhood. It’s one of those London summer evenings where the light doesn’t fade until after 9 pm; as you walk a few streets to their place, Benedict strolls next to you, clutching a bottle of scotch as a housewarming gift, teasing gently about your latest failed date.

He moved into your house-share just three weeks before, part of a plan to save money to buy his own house. The transition from best friends to best friends who live together is effortless. Your roommates think he’s great, and everything is working well. Or so you thought…

——

“Babes”, a familiar voice from the past rings out from the kitchen a few hours into the party, “fuck, it's been AGES.”

“No way!! Matt!?!” The shock of seeing your ex at the party is tempered by the fact he was one of the most fun. Too much fun, in fact. It was the reason you had split up. You couldn't trust him as far as you could throw him, and you couldn't throw him for toffee. He still looks untrustworthy just at a glance. He was always so handsome, though, and that hasn't changed in the intervening five years.

He pulls you into a bear hug. He still smells so good too. The daring part of you, the part that always wants to throw caution to the wind in any given situation, starts to stir and ask if a revisit to the past is always such a bad idea.

“How the devil have you been?” he asks after releasing you, leaning back against the oversized kitchen island, his face creased with a huge grin.

“I'm good,” you smile back, “same old, same old in many ways.”

Out of the corner of your eye, through the doorway, you see Benedict being cornered in the living room by Zoe, a high-maintenance co-worker of your friend that you've heard more stories about than you care to remember. Good, that will keep him distracted, you think to yourself. Of all your ex-boyfriends, Benedict always hated Matt the most.

“Still at the same company?” he asks.

“Yeah, but I got a promotion. Have a whole team to boss around now,” you jest.

“Oh, those lucky bastards,” he winks, leaning in and handing you a shot glass. “Here, try this.”

“What is it?” you question, wrinkling your nose slightly at the somewhat pungent smell. You suspect it's Fireball or some other noxious choice you have mostly left behind in your uni days.

“Hey babes, if you are asking what's in the shots, you are not entering into the spirit of a house party,” he laughs.

“Fair enough,” you shrug with a giggle and down the shot in unison. It burns and catches in your throat in the way cheap liquor always does, and you have to cough slightly into the back of your hand. “God, Matt, your taste has not changed,” you laugh.

“No, it hasn't,” he winks and looks at you salaciously, his eyes running up and down your body as if you weren't just standing there in a plain cotton top and jeans.

“Haha,” you deadpan. “Give me another,” you pout, waving the empty shot glass, that devil-may-care side of you taking charge for just a moment.

After a couple more shots, you relax into the evening. Everything is slightly fuzzy around the edges, and the world seems like not such a bad place. You and Matt chat amiably; others occasionally drift temporarily into the free-flowing conversation while they refill their drinks.

You're not sure when, but his arm goes behind you at some point as he gestures mid-story. It then lands on your shoulders and doesn't move. You don't mind so much; it's a nice warm weight - it doesn’t signify anything. Or at least you think it doesn’t.

“What. The. Fuck.” Benedict's shocked voice behind you is unmistakable.

You twist around, and it looks like he has eaten a case of lemons, the sourness in his expression so obvious. On instinct, you step out from under Matt’s arm and watch as Benedict rounds the island, his face like thunder.

“Bridgerton,” Matt plasters a fake smile on his face.

“This one?” Benedict ignores him entirely and looks daggers at you. “Really?”

“What?” you challenge. Benedict is uncharacteristically very hostile, throwing you off your buzz.

“Honestly, are you just trying to embarrass yourself or both of us?” his expression is fierce.

“What is up with you, Ben?” you hiss.

You're surprised when he grabs your arm. “Don't you dare make me go through this bullshit again,” he growls. You are taken aback, not by his tone but by how hurt he looks; you can see it in his eyes.

Matt jumps closer. “Hey Bridgerton, unhand the girl,” he interjects, trying chivalry on for size for probably the first time ever.

The whole party appears to go quiet all around you as people start to look over.

Benedict’s hand drops from you, but his head whips around and snarls at Matt, “How about you first? Don't you dare touch her again,” his voice steely.

Matt raises his hands in mock surrender, “OK, man; we were just talking, no harm, no foul.”

“You stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me?” Benedict seethes, a vein in his neck you've never noticed before pulsing hard.

You have never seen him so enraged. You feel everyone’s eyes on you and realise the party - or at least your taking part in it - is well and truly over.

Not knowing what else to do, you don't give either of them a second glance. You grab your bag and stalk out the kitchen, down the hallway, out the front door and into the street without looking back.

——

You know Benedict has followed you out of the house. His long legs stride down the pavement to catch up with you fast.

“Wait, y/n,” he grabs your elbow about ten doors down from the house. “Will you just stop walking, please?”

“Why Ben? What the fuck was that? Why humiliate me like that?” You wrench your elbow from his grip and cross your arms, staring at him challengingly, making sure to put some distance between you.

“I didn’t intend to”, he says quietly, “I was trying to make a point.”

“Which was?” you prompt, irritated.

“He’s an arse, and I just wanted you away from him. I didn’t mean to make you leave the party; I’m sorry,” he looks genuinely contrite.

Somewhat uncharitably, you ignore his apology, not ready to forgive just yet. “You acted like a jealous idiot - he always suspected we had a thing together. They all do. You think what just happened will put paid to that bloody rumour?”

“No,” his response subdued, kicking a stone into the gutter.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” you pace around in a small circle, frustration manifesting in little steps. “God, do you not even want a girlfriend?! These rumours and that kind of shit doesn’t help you get someone either, you know,” you add pointedly.

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” he dismisses.

“Well, maybe you should. That girl Zoe was flirting with you before all that went down, in case you didn’t notice,” you respond, your tone a little tart.

“You think I should date her?” he looks incredulous.

“No, she’s a total nightmare, but you’re missing my point,” you respond, rolling your eyes.

“You want me to get with someone you know is a nightmare?” It seems like he's being deliberately obtuse now.

“No!! I want you to give someone a chance! You haven’t slept with anyone in months. Either that or you’re withholding information from me. Which is it?” you question, suddenly very invested in his answer.

“The former,” he admits, almost sheepish, as you release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

“Why? God, Ben, do you have any idea the way that so many women look at you? How women look at me cos they think I’m with you and hate me for it?” You know your voice has gone slightly shrill now, which annoys you.

You pivot on your heels, marching away from him towards your house. You hear his footsteps behind you again, knowing this argument or whatever it is, is not over - this is merely a hiatus.

“Again, I apologise for making you feel you needed to leave the party, but I won't apologise for getting you away from him,” he calls out as you round the corner into your street. “And I'm sick and tired of having to do that, to be honest,” he adds as he catches up to you, you fumbling in your bag for your door keys.

“Do what?” you counter, angrily stopping your movement.

“Having to be the brain you sometimes so desperately lack, or rather refuse to engage,” he answers with more than a dramatic flair.

“What the fuck is this actually about, Ben?” You have lost your temper now, “cos it’s sure as fuck not about Matt anymore, is it?” You glare at him.

“Yknow what y/n, you’re right, it’s not just about him. It’s about all the ‘hims’ before and since.” You can see the irritation etched into the lines of his face, thrown into relief by the street lamp above.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s about the parade of idiots you allow yourself to be charmed by,” he sneers.

“Hey, who I choose to date is my decision,” you volley, defensive.

“Oh totally,” he says tartly, “it’s just a shame you have such terrible decision-making.”

“Well, if all my decisions are so bad, how can you stand to be my friend?” Your tone is dripping with sarcasm, lashing out when you’re hurt.

“Well, that’s just it, isn’t it? Maybe I can’t stand to be just your friend anymore,” his hands on his hips, defiant, his volume raised too.

“SHUT UP!!” A voice bellows from a nearby darkened window.

It's 2 am, and you are having a full-blown argument in the street; the stranger has a fair request.

“SORRY!” you both shout back simultaneously.

“Wait, what do you mean, just my friend?” you hiss after a few seconds.

“Don’t act stupid; you know exactly what I mean,” he grouses.

“No, I fucking don’t. What is going on with you tonight? Things have been great since you moved in, and now you pull this shit. It makes no sense.” You throw your hands in the air and walk away from him again, not stopping until you reach your shared front door.

“Really?? Really?!?” He rounds behind you. “It’s been great for YOU, maybe. It’s been fucking torture for me.” The bitterness in his voice cuts you.

“What? We’ve all bent over backwards to make you welcome!” You decry, angrily jabbing your keys into the lock.

“Oh, it’s not the welcome that’s the problem,” he scoffs, crowding you through the door as it opens.

“Then what? What is it? What is wrong?” You’re close to giving up on this argument and running up to your room; he slams the front door behind you. Thank god your housemates are both out of town this weekend.

“YOU!” He explodes exasperated, seemingly occupying the whole narrow hallway as he draws himself to full height. “You are what’s wrong!! Moving in together was wrong!!”

You ignore the phrasing that suggests you moved in like a couple. “Why?!” You hate the idea he regrets being closer to you; you have secretly loved it.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you, that's why!” he yells, his voice echoing up the house's walls.

You are stunned into silence.

“You think about having sex with me?” It’s almost a whisper.

He’s wild-eyed and breathing hard. “All the time and, god, now we live together, it’s impossible” he smears his hands down his face “FUCK! I’ve drank too much; I’ve said too much. I need to leave.” He spins as if to head out the front door again.

“No, you bloody don’t,” you block his path and grab his arms. Maybe it’s the alcohol making you bold; perhaps it’s given you the clarity you need, either way, you don’t just want to know where this is going; you need to know on a cellular level. “Don’t be a coward now,” you goad him.

He won’t meet your eye, and he looks pained like he admitted something he’s been keeping secret for a long time and now wants to flee. You hold steady, not letting him by. You can feel his pulse racing through his veins where you grip his arms.

“What is it you always tell me? If you want something, go for it. So I say to you again, don’t be a fucking coward” you’re breathing heavily now, too and daring him to make a move.

He’s still looking beyond you at the door like he wants to bolt.

“Ben…. for once, just… take what you want.” You state with finality. He looks down to meet your eyes for the first time since his confession; it’s breathtaking. “Please…” you exhale, suddenly frantic for him.

You crash into each other.

Before you know it, he has you pinned against the wall of the narrow hall. He slots a leg between yours and pulls you up onto it with hands low on your back; as he deepens the kiss, his tongue questing into your mouth and stealing your breath. This!! This is what it's supposed to feel like, your brain yells at you. The seam of your jeans pushes hard against your centre, and fuck if that doesn’t feel good.

“Ben,” you gasp as he breaks the kiss.

“What?” his voice is rough as he kisses across your cheek.

“This feels so…” you can't finish the sentence. You want to say perfect, but that feels too dangerous of a word.

“I know,” he reassures, “I know.”

“Please don't stop,” you urge.

“Wasn't planning on it,” he says as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth and bites it, running your earring over his tongue. He grabs your hips and encourages your rhythmic movements.

”Go on, take what you need,” he murmurs hot against your ear. “I’ve fantasised about getting you off just like this, riding my thigh fully clothed. Just friction and a little bit of…” his lips suction onto your neck on a spot just below your ear that makes you shudder and moan.

“Fuck Ben,” your voice ragged. It’s like he’s read an encyclopedia of everything that turns you on.

You tug on his t-shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin. He leans away just far enough to remove it quickly and tosses it aside. He goes to move back against you, but you hold him away with firm hands locked on his shoulders.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Bridgerton?” You stutter in disbelief, taking in the sight before you. You haven’t seen him shirtless in a few years, and he’s changed a lot. The man has so much definition everywhere; it makes you salivate. A curator of an art museum has no need, no right, to be this fit, surely?

“What?” He says, feigning innocence, but his crooked smile gives him away.

“I knew you had something going on under those t-shirts lately, but this?” You trace a finger over the contours of his abs, then down the groove of his Adonis belt all the way into the top of his jeans, “this is ridiculous,” you whisper, loving the hitch in his breath as you start to tug open his fly roughly.

“Should we go to a bedroom?” He asks just before you delve a hand into his underwear.

You feel your best friend's cock, and you know your friendship is changed forever. He is so warm and silky but rigid, a real handful, and you liquefy at the thought of taking him in. He groans hard as you squeeze him.

“No, you are going to have me right here, fuck me against this wall,” you reply breathily, pumping him in your fist, pushing down the last of his clothing. “Then afterwards, you can take me to bed and make love to me, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” his response is just perfect. Fuck he is just perfect. He kisses you hard again and then takes charge, telling you to take your clothes off; his tone holds more than a hint of something domineering. It has you in floods, stripping off your clothes so fast.

You are both naked and already panting hard in your shared hallway when he lifts you off the ground, your back rubbing against the textured wallpaper, and he pushes into your body for the first time. It’s everything you wanted every time you’ve had sex, that feeling you’ve been chasing. His solid weight stretches you, your toes just grazing the ground as he pulls you down onto him to the root, groaning hard against your ear, telling you just how good you feel.

“Benedict,” you gasp. You haven’t used his full name in years, and its effect on him is primal.

He growls your name, pushes you up against the wall high off his cock, and pulls you back down so forcefully you can’t help but scream. As you find a rhythm together, you finally understand what people mean when they say you fuck like you are possessed. It’s urgent, hot, and intoxicating; you can’t believe it’s with your best friend.

Suddenly he stops moving, pins your arms above your head and just holds you there, speared deep onto his cock, up on your tiptoes.

“Tell me you love me,” he commands, staring intently into your eyes, your whole world shifting.

“I love you,” you stutter, knowing it’s true; it’s always been true.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you,” he confesses, his voice profound with emotion.

He kisses you deeply and then proceeds to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. More than twenty years of connection and ten years of lust swirled into a mind-blowing elixir. It’s the first time you have ever had back-to-back orgasms, and your body shakes so violently you can’t stand up when he finally releases his hold on you.

So he carries you upstairs to bed and fulfils the promise of love-making. Mapping every inch of your body with his lips and tongue until you are a quivering soaked mess, begging him to fuck you again. Instead, he smirks and pushes your legs even further apart, sucking your clit between his teeth, making you see stars and scream his name, pulling on his hair as he growls encouragements into your body. Dawn is breaking through the curtains when he finally takes pity on your aching cunt and fucks you again. You lose count of how many positions, but he finally stops edging you and lets you cum again with him, sobbing with relief.

——

It’s around midday when you wake up, with sore muscles but a bone-deep satisfaction.

Benedict's lips are dragging over your breast.

“If I had been braver, by my reckoning, we should be on our honeymoon by now,” he says idly, his voice languid and rough with sleep.

“Hmm, probably,” you agree, moaning lightly as he sucks your nipple into his mouth.

“And we would definitely be going for our first baby right this very moment,” he smirks, biting down lightly.

“Oh yesssss,” you hiss, running your hand into his hair.

“Is that a yes to babies or a yes to this?” he asks with a chuckle and bites again.

“Both, either, just please don’t stop,” you urge, already squirming against him.

“Oh, I'm holding you to that promise,” he says silkily, switching to your other nipple. “I can't wait to fuck a baby into you,” his voice impossibly deep. “More than one, in fact; I’ve always thought we could have 4, maybe 5, kids.”

“Wait, you’re serious,” you reply, your breathing suddenly tight at all the meaning behind his words.

He looks up from your breast, his eyes so soulful.

“Mmm hmm,” he hums. “But let’s just call all this a rehearsal,” he smiles, surging up to kiss your lips, “practice makes perfect after all.”

——

It’s funny how fast things can move when they are right, and you’ve known someone your whole life.

After four months, he picks up the keys to his new house, adding your name to the property deed without you knowing. He proposes getting down on one knee in the garden the very next day.

You get married in that very garden three months later.

Nine months hence your honeymoon baby is born, all that practice serving you very well. Just before your seventh wedding anniversary, you’ve given birth to your fourth. Your fifth and final child is conceived against the wisteria-clad walls of Aubrey Hall after you win a particularly spirited annual family game of Pall Mall. It somehow seems fitting that your last child is conceived the same way you first had sex.

Not that you ever stop; you just insist on a vasectomy after five mini Bridgertons. And when your eight-year-old walks in on you going at it on the kitchen table, you both vow to only do it in your bedroom from then on. That vow lasts about three weeks. Well, he shouldn’t attend a wedding in a dark blue suit, should he? It’s not your fault if he looks so irresistible you have to drag him into the gardens, is it?!

Benedict Bridgerton has indeed been many things to you over the years - your very best friend, a fantastic scrambled egg maker, the best person to play chess with, a damn good shag - but mostly the best husband and father you could ever possibly imagine.

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netherfeildren · 2 months

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i came over here to say i just re-read pink chapter 2 and shower you with praises and thanks for the orgasms you so consistently provide🫡🫡 (sorry if tmi) and saw that someone else has too been reading pink and that quote has also changed me… in a molecular level like my GOD were you on something when you wrote that.

but in a whole, when reading i’m so into the story and then remember joel is her ex father in law. she’s fucking her ex husband’s maker and idk i just really just want to give you and your brain the biggest sloppiest kiss ever cause i never knew i needed this.. so thank you from the bottom of my depraved heart

if you really think about it, isn't it like so fucked up the idea of having sex with one man and the man who made him? lol it's likeeeeee hmm I have very intricate thoughts about that idea as a whole

the shaving thing was so... idk. I wanted like to write a new kink sure, or like something exciting for chapter three. at it's simplest that was the point of including it in that closing chapter, ending with a bang (haha), but also it was sort of like I needed something very strange and very specific to serve as that power play vehicle. like she lets him do this thing to her that is for all intents and purposes a little weird, super shocking, questionably taboo, but it's because they both need something physical in that moment to show ultimate trust, ultimate ceding of control but only because she's actively choosing to give him that control. idk, idk if that makes sense but it did/does in my mind. I also just... thought it was hot lmao so I'm glad you guys did too

I like, really really love talking about pink and the dynamics of them so much. I like talking about all my stories obv of course lol but there's something about pink that I just feel like there's still so much left to say or realize even though I also think it's perfect as it stands. the appeal of the open endedness of it to me was that there'd be so much to think about and discuss afterwards and I think it super allows for that

#vic replies #pink fic

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scenetocause · 1 month

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hiii i was just wondering if it was you that wrote the max/ lando/ luisa fic where they changed genders? and max like stays a girl? i’ve been back reading nortrell and absolutely loved reading this one the first time. i can’t find the fic anymore and if it was you that wrote it, did you delete it?

it was me! it is here. also your other ask led to me looking at it and being like on what planet did i rate this mature it's got like, several dp scenes haha what.

for something that was pure whimsy cus someone on a discord server was like lol there should be mandinha sex swap fic it's one of my favourites. in retrospect it probably should have been clearer to me that i am not at all cis earlier on lol.

here's a little drabble to make up for making my own fic completely fucking unsearchable with my bizarro rating assessments. ("nsfw i guess" there)

It's not exactly news that Lando likes tits. Especially Max's. So she could've thought through wearing a bikini a bit more thoroughly but Lando's been away for weeks and Luisa's been on Strictly or whatever and there frankly hasn't been nearly enough attention on her from either of them.

And it's the first sunny day in London for ages. She'd definitely have her top off if she was a boy right now, so she can lie on the sofa in a sunbeam soaking up the warmth if she wants.

Until Lando's blocking the light, anyway, eyes crinkled with glee. "Maxy, oh my god."

"What? Get out of the sunbeam, mate, you're in the way."

Lando ignores her but does at least crouch down so he can trail his hand up Max's waist, cup his stupidly massive palm over her tit. "You're so hot."

"I'm fucking freezing actually, it was nice in the sun but some bloke's fucked that up."

Lando just rolls his eyes, picks Max up off the sofa with an ease she's still not sure if she's jealous of or can't help enjoying. It takes her breath away a little bit, sometimes, that the guy so tiny he had to be velcro-ed into a fucking kart could throw her around, now.

Even if the way her body changed was different (sudden, all at once, no years of carving muscle in the gym) it's crazy to think how much they've grown, still with each other. Makes her a bit soppy about it, maybe, so she has to hide her face in Lando's hoodie while he's putting her down on the bed and then tucking her in.

"Warm now?" He's a fucking weapon, this guy. Lying on top of the duvet, on Max, so she's basically pinned down.

"Be warmer if you got in, Bob." She's missed him. Got to into her own head while he was off driving laps of Bahrain and making heart-eyes at a more successful ex-Renault junior.

Lando relents easily because she's going to let him fuck her. Might even be up for anal, if he wants that. Sometimes they like it, as a throwback to how they used to fuck and Lando's dick feels pretty good anywhere.

Under the duvet his hands get everywhere, undoing the ties on Max's (well, Luisa's) bikini and slipping it off her, down into the foot of the bed somewhere.

"God. Your tits are so great." Lando's doing something with his mouth, between them, that's really not very far off motorboating and Max would object but it's the weird attention she's been craving. All Lando shit, unfocussed and a bit mental.

"D'you think you could do F1 Academy?" Obviously that's the kind of mad thing Lando asks when they're about to fuck.

"Bob, no. I don't know? Maybe." Callum could probably ask. She might, just to race again. Maybe. Maybe she could actually take a fight to Doriane. Or, mortifyingly, find herself massively off the pace. It's a big gamble.

"Could be the Silverstone wildcard. Be all sexy, we can both win." Alright, Mr confidence.

"Don't think they're racing there." Max kisses him, tries to get Lando's brain back on the job at hand by stroking his dick through his joggers. "C'mon, make me come and then I'll show you what Connor's done to his hair."

#emptyhalf fic

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newtonsheffield · 10 months

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If you’re feeling a Spicy Sunday this week, can we see Mile High once they finally get their ish together and are in the start of their HEA phase?? Or anything Mile High really haha 😛

Okay, let’s see these two sluts shutting around tbh.

Contrary to popular belief honestly, Kate had found that her life as a commercial pilot was relatively free of casual sex. She knew it was a stereotype, the partner in every port idea but she honestly found the idea a little bit offensive. The idea that flight crew travelled too much, spent too much time together and they’d inevitably cheat was ridiculous. Plenty of people travelled for work and at the end of the day she viewed monogamy as a commitment. You decided to commit to that person and that was that.

“Do you… maybe think that… the fact that you weren’t hooking up in bars had anything to do with the fact you. Well… you and Anthony were sort of developing?”

Edwina had blinked at her when Kate had laughed about it, her eyebrows raised.

“I’ll have you know: I met Anthony when we were both being bar whores.”

Edwina gave her a somewhat dispassionate look, “Please stop reminding me. Before I realised it was you, I kept pushing him for details.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “You also are hardly wearing a hole int he carport of your hotel rooms with the traffic, thanks.”

“Well, that’s because I’m still in love with my ex girlfriend. Who has a girlfriend. so Sophie and I watch Pride and Prejudice and cry.”

Kate had to admit she had a point. Every Monet since he’d reached out and taken her hand when she’d stepped onto that plane, everything had stopped. She’d been so aware of Anthony. Even when she’d gone out to bars on her time off she’d scanned the room and remembered how his body had felt pressed against hers when someone had passed her a drink. And she’d remembered the way his eyes had raked over her as they’d strode through the airport and eventually she’d call Anthony, or he would call her and one of them would fall to their knees while they fumbled with clothing and their limbs would tangle together, desperate for each other. And now, she supposed it was different.

It had been a little awkward at first, newly in their relationship, an awkward little dance with their fingers intertwined as they left dinner.

Anthony shifting nervously, his body pressed against her side. “Do you… want space tonight?”

She’d roll her eyes, tugging him inside her room or his, whosever was closer, their hands already fumbling.

One room always sat abandoned, with Edwina rolling her eyes as they loaded into the bus the next morning, “Who do I have to talk to about not getting the room next to these two again? The fucking bed nearly came through the wall I swear to god. There’s just some things a sister shouldn’t have to hear.”

But that was months ago now. Months even after the HR manager had sighed,

“Do we actually have to keep booking seperate rooms for you two?It’s become a waste of money at this point, Lord.”

They’d settled into their relationship now. More casual intimacies like her fingers slipping over the silk of Anthony’s tie as she looped it around his neck, buttoning his vest for him, or Anthony sighing as they left every morning without fail.

“Babe, you don’t have your ID tags.”

“Why do I need my ID tags to fly the plane?!”

Anthony always rolled his eyes, lint rolling his jacket, “To make sure you’re actually a pilot.”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t vouch for me?” She nudged him playfully.

“Rules are rules, Kate. I’m not a lunatic.”

They knew one another, inside and out now, one another’s mannerisms and needs. Everything that they’d both been so afraid of at first had come to be comforting. The fact that they could walk out of security hand in hand, and collapse into bed together exhausted from a long flight felt nice rather than terrifying. There was comfort, in having someone who knew you that well. In coming home and finding a new bottle of juice in the fridge because Anthony knew she’d forget on her way home. Casual intimacy. She’s thought it would make the other kind of intimacy, the burning desire that prickled down her spine would give way into nothingness. But it didn’t, it only shifted, changed and grew like the two of them had into something entirely different.

kate had felt Anthony’s eyes on her since they’d woken this morning. The alarm had blared, jolting them both awake with a groan at half five, and Anthony had pulled her back against his chest and his lips had pressed lightly to her neck and her stomach had dropped. It had dropped again when they’d slipped into the shower and her arms had wrapped around his waist and their eyes had caught and tension had flickered between them.

“We don’t have time for this.” Anthony moaned as his thigh slipped between hers and his muscles tightened around her.

“Stop then.” She gasped against him as her hips started grinding against him.

“You stop.”

She’d reached out just to spite him and turned off the hot water, jumping out of the spray before the cold water could hit her as well as Anthony.

“Fucking hell, Kate!”

“Love you!” She called out, more than a little smug even if she did still feel the burn in the pit of her stomach.

The cold water didn’t help. She seemed to be hyper aware of Anthony today. Every movement he made she could feel. Every breath seemed to tickle her skin. His fingers seemed to burn in his as they strode into Heathrow, scanning their badges as they made their way to the staff area. His hand was too low on her back as they stood in the short security line, sitting on the swell of her arse as she put her shoes back on.

“Hands above the belt Anthony.” Kate rolled her eyes despite the fact she was fighting the urge to lean back against his hand.

He raised his eyebrows, looking around to make sure nobody was watching before he planted his hand firmly on her chest. “Better?”

Before Kate could answer Edwina had pushed her way between them, “No! No! We’re going to Hong Kong, it’s two days before Christmas and the love of my life is engaged to someone else, no Kate and Anthony Heathrow groping this morning! It’s barely 6am!”

“That was your fault!” Anthony hissed as they strode towards the gate.

“My fault?! Are you scared of Edwina?”

“I have to survive a flight time of 12hr and 25minutes with her. And she’s clearly going through it.”

“Do you want to talk about it Eddie?” Kate called out.

“Nope! Not until we get home!”

Even that hadn’t deterred them though. Not even that. His fingers lingered as he dropped off her dinner in the cockpit and she’d felt his eyes prickling down her spine when she’d slipped into the galley after. Felt his body press against hers and by the time they left the airport, headed towards the hotel to get a little bit of sleep before heading back, it felt like her entire body was on fire.

Anthony’s hand was low on her waist as they collected the keys and the tension rippled through the air as they stood in the lift. She could feel Anthony’s breath on her neck and felt his foot nudge hers slightly wider, his hands tugging her skirt further up her legs until his knee was settled between her thighs snugly, the fabric of his trousers tickling her thighs through her stockings.

Kate swallowed thickly, unbuttoning her jacket against the heat of the tiny lift suddenly oppressive. She let out an audible sigh of relief as the doors opened and she spilled out onto the floor. She snatched up Anthony’s hand, tugging him towards the room. He moved irritatingly slowly, a smug smile on his face, his hair still perfectly in place despite the fact that their day had seemed neverending.

The second they were inside it was a different story.

Anthony’s hand caught around the back of her neck and tugged her to meet the crush of his lips. Their teeth clashed and their tongues tangled and all the while their hands tugged at their clothing.

Anthony’s chest was warm and firm under her fingertips and she longed to feel it pressed against hers as he slowly thrust into her but something in her was too desperate for that today, the fire between them already too hot. Anthoy let out a groan as he slid her jacket from her shoulders, letting it crumple on the floor, his voice rough

“I love that fucking uniform. One of these days you’re going to fuck me with that hat on Kate. I won’t let you say no.”

Kate felt her spine shiver as his hand twisted in her stockings and she felt them give way as he tried to pull them off her, and then her skirt until they were both standing in the middle of the room, in only their underwear.

Anthony;s hands were warm on the back of her thighs as he tugged them around his waist and his teeth bit into her neck, marking her skin for him the way her fingernails were biting into his chest and shoulders as she rolled her hips against them.

Anthony fell backwards onto the bed, his eyes dark as her weight settled over him, her torn stockings still clung to her. His fingers walked slowly up her thigh leaving a trail of fire in their wake and Kate tasted the whine in the back of her throat as they tugged the edge of her underwear aside.

“Please.”

Anthony chuckled as his fingers slipped inside but his eyes fluttered closed, and she felt his voice rumble in his chest through her hands, “Fuck, were you like this all day.”

Kate nodded, her hips bucking against him desperately, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“So bossy today.” Anthony sighed, slipping his fingers from her and ignoring her whine as he brought them to his lips.

“You like that.”

The sound Anthony made, part growl part moan as he sucked his fingers into his mouth shot heat straight back through her and his hips bucked up against her. “No. I fucking love that.”

Quicker than Kate could react his hips thrust upwards and the air left her lungs as they joined together and Anthony’s fingers pressed against her lips as the rhythm started to carry them away. Anthony’s arm was tight around her waist and the taste of her was on her tongue as their hips ground desperately together, chasing the relief they’d needed all day. The air felt stagnant, stifling as tension thickened in it and gasps and moans filled the air. The bed slid across the floor, thumping rhythmically against the wall and even that seemed to spur them on, move them faster.

Anthony’s hand was warm against her chest and the silky strands of his hair slipped over Kate’s fingers as heat coiled tightly in her stomach, tighter and tighter and-

Anthony stopped and then again, so quickly it stole the breath from her body he rolled them. The weight of him on top of her was so comforting and the slide of their skin felt so fucking good as he let out a sharp gran and his hips snapped forward roughly and both of them lost themselves on it.

Anthony’s teeth bit into his lips as everyone of his movements seemed harder, deeper, faster and the bedsheets burned against her back with the friction of it as the moments hung int he air, stretching on forever. His cheeks were flushed and his hair fell in his eyes and everything about him kept Kate’s eyes firmly on him, staring at him as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her vision started to blur and every muscle in her body seemed to tighter as she dangled over the edge and Anthony’s sweat slid against her skin.

“Come on, Kate. Let go, Babe. Fuck you feel so incredible. Come.”

She fell over the edge and Anthony swallowed the shout that had threatened to bubble over, his own moan pressed onto her tongue as he shuddered above her, the moment frozen.

He collapsed on top of her with one last moan, exhausted, and their chests heaved in sync as they fought for breath.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

“Fucking enough!” Sophie’s voice shouted as she banged on the other side of the wall. “Some of us are fucking single as fuck you smug twats!”

And with one look, they burst out laughing.

#mile high #spicy sunday🌶️#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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Me again 😅 can i request jealousy smut with Evan where him and reader happen to run into her ex while out in public.

omg every idea you come up with is always so good, love this request, i improvised a bit so if you want any changes made just let me know!

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: ok so i improvised a bit but as we all know evan won a golden globe (so proud of him, it's so well deserved) so he takes you as a plus one, where you bump into your ex working at the bar.

tw: smut, jealous sex, public sex, blowjob, slight humiliation in a way (also sorry this isn't spell checked)

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

'and the winner of the golden globe for the best performance by an actor in a limited series film...' the announcer paused, leaving the audience tense and on edge, i rubbed my hand on evan's thigh reassuringly, he was sure to win after all his performance was perfection as always. '...evan peters!'

i could practically feel his apprehension, i felt so bad he truly despised public speaking, i cheered him on, he quickly pecked my cheek, before raising a hand and walking onto the stage to receive his award.

tears brimmed in my eyes, i was overjoyed this award for his magnificent work was long deserved ,i couldn't have been prouder. i took a deep breath consoling myself, before he caught me off guard, 'and a hugee thank you for my beautiful girlfriend, who is there for me no matter what, none of this would be possible without her..,' he choked up slightly, 'thank you for dealing with with my brief insanity.' he chuckled.

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

after celebrating with evan, he had told me there was a scheduled interview for him and ryan murphy, to discuss his acheivements, to which i completely understood.

'it shouldn't be too long,' he smiled reassuringly, wrapping a hand around my waist gently bringing my body closer to his, our lips slowly colliding as he ran his fingers through my hair,before slowly drifting away. 'just wait at that bar,'

'affirmative,' i chuckled, as evan smiled before swifty walking away to the designated area for press and media coverage of the event.

i wandered over to the bar, non-chalantly ordering, 'um, i'll have a disaronno and coke please,' i took a quick second glance at the barman, wait was it? no fucking way..it couldn't be.

'sure gorgeous,' he had swiftly turned around before i could fully observe the man, there was no way that he would be working here?

as he finished preparing the drink, he carefully pushed it towards me.

oh my god, it really was him, i hadn't seen my ex in years, no way it was happening tonight. our relationship ended on pretty smooth, friendly terms but our relationship was frayed and far from perfection. it had caused me to have an odd perception on love, which was momentarily fixed by evan.. the man i had been with for years now, who had just experienced perhaps one of the biggest nights of his life, and he decides to make an un-needed appearance.

i began to swiftly drink the mixer, hoping the alcohol would help relieve the awkwardness of my current situation.

'well y/n, long time no see, huh?' he chuckled, to which i didn't know exactly how to respond so just nodded my head, laughing a bit,as i shifted in my seat uneasingly.

'still drinking the same drink,huh,' i forgot how untolerable this man was so attempted to brace myself. 'god, i remember that's all you'd drink on nights out i guess some things never change.'

i chuckled tensely, 'haha, um i guess so,' i paused, recollecting my thoughts, 'but a lot has also changed since then.'

'oh yeah,' his voice deepned slightly, 'moved on pretty quick to your hotshot, hollywood pretty boy.' he chuckled, his voice rather stern and aggravated, coming out like a somewhat scowl.

i uncomfortably shifted my gaze elsewhere, taking a large sip of my drink.

'speak of the devil,' he pointed towards the room evan previously resided in, i whipped my head around to a rather aggravated looking evan. 'have fun with that.' my ex muttered smugly, taking a full body glance at me, practically gawking at me like a fool-to which i scoffed.

i practically ran to evan, 'thank god you're back,' i giggled relieved, although evan did not seem humoured at all by my remark.

'we're leaving,' his tone was harsh and coarse, unlike his usual8ly bubbly self.

'don't you have more press stuff to do, the awards haven't even fini-'

before i could even finish my sentence, he grabbed my hand assertively, 'it doesn't matter, we're leaving.' i traipsed behind him, confused by the rapid change in emotion, what was possibly wrong with him.

we walked to the car parked practically in silence, which remained until i innevitably became fed up by the odd tension flooding the air, 'whats wrong, ev?' i placed a hand on his thigh comfortingly, to which he swatted away.

he scoffed slightly, 'don't be like that y/n,' he paused, taking a deep breath in attempt to console himself, ' i was gone literally 5 minutes.'

i raised an eyebrow, confused by his aggravation,'huh, what do you even mean?' i was truly puzzled by what it meant, until it hit me..was he jealous?

'omg evan,' i giggled, 'it's not what you're thinking at all,'

he scoffed, 'don't play games with me, i know who he is,' he knew him? was all i could think. 'he's your ex right?'

'yeah, but we've discussed this before he's vile and despicable,' i paused 'y'know i only have eyes for you.'

'well you might, but he certainly didn't,' he jeered, 'he was practically oggling you, his eyes were pretty much out of his head like a stupid cartoon character.'

'he wasn't.' i said in dismay, to which evan grimaced.

'oh him undressing you with his eyes, wasn't oggling you,' he questioned, to which i sat timidly in silence with no response to give, 'that's why i have a plan, get in the backseat, i'll show him the only man that gets the view he clearly is so desperate for.'

this took me by surprise, but i did as instructed.

he pushed me down rather roughly onto all fours in the back seat, before quickly coming behind men trailing his hands down my back. he neared close to my hear, his body pressed up against mine, he pushed my hair to the side roughly marking my neck, 'eva-evan we're gonna get caught, we can-'

this only made him kiss my neck harder, causing a moan to escape my lips, 'i bet you wouldn't mind,' he muttered, 'especially that greasy fucking bartender, huh?'

'no evan, you h-have the wrong idea,' my breath hitched as he began to slowly pull the bottom of my dress up

'oh do i?' he mocked, 'well either away, you're gonna go back by my side and he's gonna know exactly who gets to have you, fuck you and love on you.'

he pushed my panties to the side, using his ring and middle finger he began to tease my entrance, 'fuck, you're so wet,'he paused basking in glory, 'and who got you like that pretty girl?'

'y-you, only you evan. i stammered, god he was so fucking hot when he was jealous.

'good girl,' he grunted, slipping his two fingers into me, slowly but becoming increasingly more rapid, only intensified by him playing with my clit, 'he'd never please you like i do.'

i smirked softly, i hadn't ever seen him jealous, but it only turned me on, i became even more slick beneath his touch.

'evan, fuck me please.' i whimpered in pleasure.

'eager,aren't we?' he chuckled, but i could hear him slowly unbuckle his trousers, he pulled his boxers down his boner practically bursting out, he began to gently pump his hard dick in his hands, 'you ok?' he checked, i nodded in reassurance, even in a caught up moment of jealousy he still was so considerate.

'ok, pretty girl,' his voice deep and raspy, causing me to become even more turned on by him, practically leaking over his cock, as he began to slowly thrust in and out of me, leaving me at a loss for words, he had never fucked me quite like this so i simply allowed myself to be consumed in the moment, not saying a word, allowing my moans and whimpers of pleasurre.

evan quickly fastened his pace, his hands on my hips, 'fuck you feel so good,' his words of affirmation caused me to rock my hips back, so he could fuck me even harder, to which he grunted.

he slyly took his left hand and began to rub circles on my clit, causing my hips to buck backwards into him, which made him grunt.

he fastened his speed as he felt my walls clench tightly around hid length , 'evan im gonna-'i whimpered, being fucked blind practically, struggling with a sudden inability to speak as the waves of pleasure consumed me.

'you're gonna what,baby?' evan grunted, thrusting slightly slower, his cock throbbing inside me, he was on the verge of coming too.

'come on, use your words,' he spat slightly irritated, 'you were all talk with that guy earlier, tell me what you want and i'll give it to you.'

'evan please,' i practically begged, 'help me cum.'

'that's all you had to say,' he smirked as he rubbed my clit with more agression.

'argh fuck, omg,' i moaned, as my slick practically leaked from me, i was in a state of pure ecstasy as i finally came under his simple touch.

'i bet he couldn't make you cum like that,' he sniggered.

'no one ever could.' i panted, slowly retrieving my breath, tying up my hair which had become stuck to my back.

'but before we go back in again, can you do one thing?' he questioned, as he continued to slowly stroke his member.

'mhm,' i moaned, knowing exactly what he wanted.

i crawled over to him, slowly stroking his cock, 'fuck,' evan grunted, 'please don't tease me anymore, just take it.'

i nodded my head in compliance, slowly beginning to take his length in my mouth, i bobbed up and down whilst simultaneously playing with his balls, i could tell he was near an orgasm. so i began to focus on his tip. i circled his tip with my tongue,looking up at him his dark eyes fixated on mine as he roughly tugged my hair, 'such a good girl,' he praised,cupping my face with his other hand. causing me to have to look up at him.

within a few seconds he began to slowly thrust his hips forward, his body tense and rigid, desperate for a release, he pul my hair as he fucked hard into my throat, causing me to slightly gag at the abruptness of his action, 'fuck i'm gonna cum,' i could tell he didn't even have to say it. it was only moments later, after i gave him my approval, he came in my mouth.

'omg.' i began to wipe my mouth, he had made such a fucking mess, however that was nothing compared to the sight i came to view in the car mirror, wow.

my hair which was previously perfectely styled, was now a mess, more parts than others. my skin extremely dewy from the sweat on my face, i looked a complete state.

'i can tell you're overthinking, you look beautiful, come on.' he kissed the soft spot on my neck, leaving a deep mark on my collarbone, which could only slightly visible no matter what i did, as he cooed to me smugly, 'now let's go back in.'

he had a huge smirk on his face, as we both quickly readjusted ourselves. he took my hand, as i raked a hand through the mess of my hair managing to somewhat tame it as we entered the venue. as we stepped inside evan murmured against my neck, 'don't fix up too much, i want him to know what i do to you.' as he took my hand guiding us over to the bar, us both taking a seat, his hand resting on my thigh, 'we can always go for round 2 in the bathroom,' he murmured just loud enough for me to hear it, causing me to become flustered under just his words and my imagination of what was to come.

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