#i'm sorry please stop fucking with the themes of the movie this sucks

[meetmyothersouls]

💀 surprise me 🎃

Fuck yes! Now, this is based off of an urban legend I heard when I was like 9. I added smut and changed details (as most people do with urban legends) Hope you enjoy!

Tap-tap-tap

Warnings: smut, scary, fear, death/finding someone dead Halloween themes, not proof read,

The closet at your best friend's Halloween party was dark, cramped and smelled like old clothes that hadn't been worn in years. And to be honest, you couldn't sit on Timothee's dick comfortably in there.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered into your ear as you rode him. His dick slipped out each time you traveled up.

"Ugh, could you have picked a worse closet to do this in?" You asked, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

"I'm sorry," Timothee whined. "I needed you. Immediately. It's your fault for wearing that slutty scarecrow costume. God damn your tits look nice in it."

"Well, I don't see how you can see my tits in this fucking closet. It's dark as shit." You guided his cock back inside you, impaling yourself on him yet again. Timothee groaned as he filled you. "Can we go home? I'll suck your dick while you drive," you bribed, attaching your lips to his neck for added effect.

"Fuck, okay fine."

You sucked in the skin of his neck, humming happily before popping off. You heard the zip of Timothee's pants as you pulled the dress of your costume back over your hips. It was part of the reason you liked the costume, easy access.

"Wait, let me say bye to Ashely," you called to Timothee, who was already making his way to the front door.

"I'll warm up the car."

You checked the kitchen for Ashely, not seeing any trace of her through the bodies packed around the punch bowl and snacks, nor was she in the living room. You jumped at the sound of screams from the overly loud horror movie playing for the guests as you made your way upstairs.

You found it odd that she wasn't anywhere to be found at her own party, but as you turned the corner to her room to knock on her door, you stopped at the sound of whines and moans. You rolled your eyes knowing exactly what was going on.

"Ashely," you called out. The moans stopped, but no one responded. "Don't worry, I'm leaving. Have fun fucking."

"You know," you started as you hopped into the passenger side of Timothee's car. "I love Halloween, but I fucking hate Halloween parties."

"You're weird," Timothee laughed, shaking his head as he put the car in reverse. "But I like weird." He winked and turned on the radio as he drove off into the night.

The drive back home was long and filled with back roads since you moved in with Timothee over the summer. You had just begun to doze off before Timothee turned up the radio. The sound of a radio news reporter interrupting a classic rock station, was heard just as Timothee stopped the car at a red light.

"What is-”

“Shhh, listen.”

“Attention listeners, we interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news. A resident of a New York State Psychiatric Institute has escaped and is considered dangerous. Please remain inside your homes until further notice. Lock all doors and windows and do not answer them for anyone.”

Timothee rolled his eyes and turned off the radio. You looked at him wide eyed and locked the car doors. 

“My god, Timothee we’re like 45 minutes from home!”

“Calm down, y/n. We are fine. They’re probably exaggerating the truth anyways.” 

“How can you be so calm?! Clearly, he’s a threat to society if they broadcasted it over the radio!” 

“Hey,” Timothee said, reaching over to place a soothing had on your knee. “It’ll be okay.” 

The light turned green. 

Timothee stepped on the gas, but the car only rolled a few feet forward before sputtering. He slammed the gas again, turning the wheel sharply until he was able to pull the car off to the side.

“You’re fucking kidding,” you said in a voice that contained nothing but fear. “Tell me you’re fucking kidding, Timothee.”

“Uh, hang on. Don’t panic.” 

He turned the car off then quickly attempted turning it back on. A grinding sound that seemed to echo through the night filled the air. 

“We need gas...I think,” Timothee said, calmly.

“Oh, we just need gas?” You slapped his shoulder. “WE JUST NEED FUCKING GAS?!” 

Timothee rolled his eyes. “Come on, y/n. Don’t be like that. Look, we passed a gas station a few miles back. I’ve got a gas can in the trunk and-”

“No. You are NOT leaving me in this car alone and you are not walking to that gas station in the middle of the night with a fucking killer on the loose.” 

Timothee laughed and earned a crazed look from you, which only made him laugh harder. “We don’t even know if he’s a killer. Maybe he’s just some crazy dude who is walking around god knows where. It’s kind of sad really.” 

“What’s sad is that we could be home by now, having sex and instead were stuck in the middle of nowhere, with a god damn killer on the loose. What are we gonna do?” 

Timothee grabbed his phone.

“Shit. No service here.” 

He looked over to you. 

“My phone’s dead,” you said, answering the question you knew he was about to ask. 

A car zoomed by, causing you to jump and yelp quietly. 

“Come on, let’s get in the back, okay? We’ll hide out in the back and when the sun comes up, we’ll walk to that gas station together, okay?” 

Timothee climbed in the back, his long, lanky body laying awkwardly in the too short, too small back seat. He waved toward himself, motioning for you to join him. You sighed, not believing you were in the situation that had unfolded. He pushed his back against the seat, leaving room for you to lay and press against him. You felt yourself relax, until the sound of another speeding car rushed past. You tensed against him, pressing yourself harder against his body. Timothee held you tightly, his hand firmly against your stomach. You felt him harden against your ass. 

“Seriously Timothee?” 

“I can’t help it,” he whispered. “You’re just so fucking hot and your body is just right here all pressed up on me. You also promised me a blow job which I haven’t forgotten about so...” 

You rolled your eyes, turning to face him. His face was incredibly close to yours when you laid in his back seat, you could see the light freckles that peppered his face with what little moonlight the windows let in. 

“I’m scared,” you whispered, pressing your lips against his. 

“I know.” He kissed you back. “So, let’s take your mind off of it.” 

“I’m not sure I can, you know, get myself ready enough for sex right now.”

“I can get you ready,” Timothee answered while a hand traveled up your dress. He pulled your panties down to your knees. “Pull that dress up and sit on my face.” 

“Timothee no. What if someone sees?!” 

“Everyone’s probably locked up in their houses, y/n,” he said, licking a finger and pressing it to your clit. “Plus, these windows are so tinted, no one can see inside. Trust me. Sit on my face.” 

You needed something to take your mind off of being scared and Timothee had already worked your clit enough with his finger that you wouldn’t be able to quit thinking about cumming until he made you. Maybe after you came, you’d be able to sleep through the rest of this shitty night. 

“Okay,” you gave in. 

Timothee smiled wide, moving to lay on his back, the leather seats creaking quietly as he moved. “I can’t wait to taste you.” 

“You’ve tasted me many times,” you said straddling his face. 

“I know and I can’t get enough of-” he hummed the rest into your pussy as he began lapping at your soft flesh.

Instantly, your fears and thoughts all together vanished. This man knew how to eat you. He knew how to move his tongue in ways that made your body shake and toes curl. His hands grabbed handfuls of your ass, pressing you harder onto his face. You closed your eyes as soft moans and hums fell from your mouth and your body relaxed. You dripped into his mouth while his tongue made figure eights around your clit. 

You opened your eyes as you neared your orgasm, only to be brought face to face with a man staring into the window of the back seat of Timothee’s car. His hands were cupped against the glass and beady, black eyes were tightly squinted as if he was trying his hardest to see inside of the car. 

You covered your mouth, trapping the scream that you so desperately wanted to release and slid off of Timothee’s face.

“What? What’s wrong? Did you not like it?” Timothee sat up, wiping his mouth. 

You lifted a shaky hand and pointed to the window behind him.

“Th-there was someone staring inside your car, Tim.” 

Timothee turned around, quickly a hand grabbing the door handle. You pulled him to you before he had the chance to open it. “Don’t you fucking dare open that door.” 

“There’s no one there, y/n.” 

“There was someone there! I saw him. You have to believe me. You have to.” 

Timothee was quiet for what felt like hours. His eyes scanned the car, and he occasionally looked behind him, outside the window. 

“Well, he didn’t see us, if that’s what you’re worried about. These windows are tinted,” he reminded you. 

“Do you think it was the crazy man from the institute?” You whispered. 

“No. The state facility is like...two hours away, maybe more, he would have had to travel pretty far to-” 

The handle of the driver’s side door shook vigorously. Timothee pulled you into him, covering your mouth to keep you from screaming. He was holding his breath and did so until the rattling of the door handle stopped. You looked into his eyes, noticing fear for the first time ever. 

“Now I’m scared,” he admitted. 

He scooted the two of you down back into a laying position. 

“He can’t see us,” he said again. You weren’t sure if he was saying it to you or reassuring himself. “He can’t get in...he’ll go away soon.” 

The man on the outside moved to each door, attempting to open each one. You cried into Timothee’s hand as the car shook and eventually the only sound remaining was a faint tap-tap-tap on the roof of the car. 

You counted seventy-three taps before your eyes grew heavy. 

Fifty more until you sleep overpowered your ability to count completely. 

You awoke to the sound of heavy knocks on the driver’s side door. Timothee shook your shoulder, waking you up the rest of the way.

“I think it’s the police,” he said. 

It was daytime. Sunlight poured into Tim’s tinted windows. 

“Do you think it’s safe to come out?” You asked him, your voice painful against your dry throat. 

“Anyone in there?” A voice called from outside. 

“Y-yes! We’re in here! We were trapped last night. Someone was trying to break in our car. Is it safe to come out?” You called, praying it was. 

There was silence before a different voice chimed in. “Unlock your doors and make your way out. Are you hurt?” 

They didn’t answer your question, which gave you a thick, uneasy feeling deep within your stomach. 

“No, we’re okay.” Timothee answered. 

“We’re with the NYPD, we can give you a ride back into town.” 

Timothee shook his head and opened the door. 

It had to be late afternoon with how brightly the sun beyond the tinted windows of Timothee’s car. As Timothee climbed out, he was greeted by a sheriff who immediately whispered something into Timothee’s ear. Timothee nodded and stood with his back to, waiting for you to join him. You climbed out after him, standing next to your boyfriend. The sheriff leaned over to you and whispered. 

“Walk straight to the sheriff’s car. Do not look behind you.” 

Your heart fell to your stomach at his words.

Why couldn’t you look behind you? 

What happened? 

Timothee grabbed your hand, pulling you to the sheriff’s car. 

“Y/n, let’s go. Let’s do what the man said.” 

“What happened back there? Why can’t we see?” 

“Let’s just go.” 

“I left my purse and my purse and my phone I have to go back.” 

“Y/n come on!” 

Timothee pulled you but you jerked your hand away already turned halfway around when you began to speak, “I have to get my-” 

Your words were cut off by your own scream. 

The sheriff, who was in the middle of cutting the rope that was wrapped around Ashely’s neck and tied around a tree branch of a large oak tree that Timothee parked under the night before, cursed. 

He climbed down and said words to you that made no sense. 

You couldn’t hear them over the tap-tap-tap of Ashely’s shoes as her body swung above the car. 

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#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #writing #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #timmy chalamet #smut #Halloween special

[madisonbeersource]

lena was gorgeous. thank god SHE respected the theme. oooh, i know some people who watched it! it’s not really my type (honestly beside sitcoms n some comfort shows, im not a series-girl), but i see the kind. omg, sci-fi show???? please gurl drop the title.

RIGHT. the movie is really great, for an adoption of a book. (jppp same, heureusement que je vais pas tous les jours à la fnac sinon… vraiment, ce livre est waaa. mmh, j’en ai pas vraiment, j’aime bien Taylor Jenkins Reid, mais sinon j’ai des livres pref, pas d’auteur. et toiii)

DKALDNDO. THIS LOVE (tv) TONIGHT!!! i love taylor. i knew she was gonna drop smt soon, but now?! omg. plus, in her shop, she added the 1989’s n speak now’s merchs. THAT MEANS MAYBE 1989 TV N SPEAK NOW TV ARE COMING SOON. (sorry, the swiftie in me took control.)

<3

LENA WAS SO CUTE & GOREGOUS & HAPPY TO BE THERE I LOVED THAT FOR HER. (ooo i'm a big series girl & movie girl also like i love cinema hands down) but yeah the production, the mind, the level of intelligence?? unmatched like if you're smarter than me, i'm attracted to you sdfghgfds that's a fact. it's called foundation & honestly it's a RIDE!!

YES TRUE THAT! especially knowing there's so many adaptations that are SO FUCKED!! i mean 365 apparently sucks (i don't even bother watching this shit but from what people have said...) (JE SUIS ENTRAIN DE LIRE LE MEILLEUR BOUQUIN MA VIE IL ME TORD DE RIRE L'HEROINE C'EST MOI DE OUF JE MEURS j'en encore acheter pour 70€ de bouquins faut que quelqu'un me stop mdrr mais en plus ma mère qui m'envoie un message et me dit je suis à la fnac tu veux un livre...................ahhh maman je t'aime. HM brittainy c cherry est mon autrice de romance pref vraiment tous ces livres sont des veritables chefs d'oeuvres, Colleen Hoover aussi c'est un de ses livres qui m’a fait tomber amoureuse de la littérature de manière irréversible... et stephen king BIEN SUR!! mais sinon moi aussi j'ai beaucoup plus de bouquins que je kiff que d'auteurs !!)

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHE DELIVERS AND GOOD FOR HER SHE DESERVES TO THRIVE AND THE FANS TO ENJOY HER CONTENT!!

#ask

[tired-teacher-blog]

Title: Pay attention to me

Characters: Aizawa Shōta/ fem-reader

Summary: Aizawa was busy grading papers one evening when you started seducing him.

Genre : fluffy/ suggestive themes/ spicy/ two shots story.

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

Part 2

Masterlist

Ao3

No manga spoilers

It was a typical evening at yours and Aizawa's place.

You had just finished dinner and took care of the mess in the kitchen together like you always do.

_"Shōta, wanna watch a movie with me?" You asked smiling.

_"Are you asking me out on a date?" He responded playfully while raising an eyebrow.

You slapped his shoulder lightly and kept smiling:

_"No idiot that's not what I meant! We both have work first thing in the morning so we can't afford being out late on a weekday. But let's watch something on TV together before going to bed, please." You looked up at him pouting as cutely as you possibly could. And you thought it was working, because the next thing he did was leaning in towards you and kissing your lips softly:"I'm sorry honey I would love to, but I still have some paperwork due tomorrow. I'll make it up to you I promise."

Ok maybe it wasn't working as well as you thought. But there was nothing you could do. You knew he wouldn't miss the chance to be with you if he could.

One hour later, he was still grading papers and you were still in the living room impatient, agitated and kinda horny if you were to be honest.

You couldn't take it anymore so you slowly walked in on him and said: " sweetie are you not done yet?"

_"Just five more minutes babe I promise." He responded without lifting his head up.

You debated what your next move should be, and decided to be a bit sneaky about it.

So you moved slowly towards him, pulled up his chair and straddled him, not saying anything in the process. Him on the other hand was a little surprised with your move but did nothing to stop you. In fact he pulled you even closer to him and said: "my kitten is getting a little lonely huh?"

Your only response was a small nod.

_" Alright then, you can stay here with me until I'm done with work, how about that?"

You gave him another nod and relaxed into his embrace.

Five minutes turned into twenty, and you were getting more and more impatient every second that passed. You wanted him to leave those damned papers and pay attention to you instead.

The position you were sitting in wasn't helping your lust for him at all. That's when a devilish idea popped up in your mind and you decided to turn the table in your favor.

So you slowly bucked your hips against his and immediately felt him tense up underneath you. You smiled victoriously and kept grinding on top of him.

_" What are you doing sweetheart?" He asked in that raspy voice you loved so much.

_" I'm not doing anything." You feigned innocence, even though you were still moving your hips against his. You felt him hardening underneath you, and soon after, he let out a deep groan followed by a quiet: "Fuck.."

He was fully erect at that point.

You thought you won, but to your surprise, he grabbed your sides tightly forcing you to stop.

_" It's a dangerous game you're playing love, are you sure you're up for it?"

As a response, you started leaving a trail of soft kisses along his jawline and down to his neck where you lingered for a moment to suck down hard and give him a bright red spot right above his collarbone. You were pleased with yourself and felt like you were in charge of the situation so you pulled back smiling proudly but the face in front of you gave you chills.

Shōta's eyes were dark and piercing, he wasn't smiling, he wasn't pleased, he simply looked intimidating. You knew at that moment that you screwed up and were about to pay for what you've done. You opened your mouth to apologize, but a yelp came out instead when he picked you up and carried you straight to bed.

Yup, you were screwed.

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[ange1s]

cherry emoji - mark lee

synopsis: in which mark asks to see your boobs, and the idea you had of your relationship is thrown up in the air.

wc: 3.6k

genre: this is so fluffy it hurts, some angst but nothing crazy

tw: suggestive themes (boobs), swearing

playlist: pluto projector by rex orange county, ivy by frank ocean, tapestry by bruno major

a/n: guess whos back ,, back again ,,, ange1s back ,,, tell a friend,,,, also this is unedited so i'm sorry if theres a mistake :')

my anon asks are open !! feel free to ask me anything or request something <3

“i have a weird question.” mark says timidly. you’re sat on the floor, your back against his bed playing a rhythm game on your phone. he is sat at his desk, parallel to his bed, but with the rolling chair swivelled around to face you straight ahead. you don’t look up.

“hmm.” you hum, focused on the game.

mark swallows. “can i see your boobs?”

you drop your phone into your lap, forgetting about the game. you look up at him, straight into his eyes, and you giggle.

“wait, what?”

mark avoids your eyes almost fearfully, as if you were a detective questioning him for a crime. “can i see your boobs?” softer, this time.

you let out a shallow laugh. “don’t you watch porn? there are boobs there.”

mark blushes. “no! i mean, yes i do, but not real boobs.”

you cross your arms under your boobs on purpose, just to push them up a little higher to drive him nuts. mark sits back in his chair in frustration.

“so you think women aren’t real? that all boobs in porn are fake? jeez mark i thought you cared about women-“

“no! that’s not what i meant!” he says, exasperated. he continues to avoid eye contact with you. “of course i don’t think-“

you laugh again, keeling over. “relax mark, i know you don’t think all women are plastic.”

“look, there’s nothing wrong with being plastic, women can do whatever they-“ mark speaks quickly and nervously as if he were on trial.

“shut up minhyung,” you cut him off with a softer, more serious tone. “why do you want to see my boobs? you’re famous and cute. you could instantly find boobs wherever you go.”

he chuckles. “the word boob is so funny.”

“not the point, minhyung!”

he leans back over, the embarrassment slowly washing away. “stop calling me minhyung!”

“never, minhyung!” you retort without even thinking. you stand up to sit on his bed, now at eye level with him. “now, explain.”

“i… i dunno. i’ve just never seen boobs before. like, in person.”

you look directly at him, brain not even thinking anymore. words just fly out of your mouth with ease. “were you breastfed?”

“y/n!” he exclaims out of frustration. the embarrassment fizzles back in. he throws his head to the back of his chair and covers his eyes with his palm dramatically. he runs his hand down his face, tugging on the soft skin as it travels down. as his hand makes it back down to his lap, you giggle a little louder. “my mom’s boobs don’t fucking count. god, you made me think of my mom’s boobs. what the fuck?”

“sorry,” you manage in between giggles. “sorry, this is so funny.”

“this is impossible. i knew i shouldn’t have asked you.” mark pulls himself out of the chair and heads for the door, but you’re just as fast as him.

“now wait…” you grab his wrist to keep him from leaving. a wave of guilt washes over you. “i was just kidding.”

“were you? you didn’t sound like you were.” he says, his face still turned away from yours.

he sounds strangely hurt. “mark, are you okay?”

mark turns to face you and he looks defeated. he slumps down on the floor next to you, his knees up near his chest and his head in his hands.

“mark…”

“they were making fun of me.”

“who?”

“my friends! they were making fun of me. god, i sound like such an idiot now, whining about my friends like this, oh my god. i sound like a child.”

you rest your elbow on his shoulder giving your hand access to run through his soft, black hair. “you don’t sound like a child. you’re allowed to get upset.”

you take note at how the air shifted in the room. how quickly you focused and listened. you’re only like this around mark. with him, conversations can shift in an instant to anything. you understand each other on a deep, personal level. it’s something you don’t think you’ll ever have with another person for your entire life. maybe your soulmate. honestly? you can only dream to have this sort of connection with your soulmate, a connection so alive and so full of trust. is it even possible to have this with someone else? the fact that mark can make you think about how much he trusts you during a conversation about boobs is something only mark can make you feel. no one else. just him.

has it always been just him?

“it’s so stupid though. one minute lucas is bugging me about the fact that i’m a virgin and i’ve never seen boobs before and the next minute i’m on the floor of my bedroom with you, still not having seen any boobs mind you, nearly crying. damn. this is the lowest point i will ever reach.”

you push his hands away from his face and place your hands on his cheeks instead. “mark, please don’t cry. i hate it when you cry.”

the last time you saw mark cry was a month ago after watching a disney movie. seeing him cry just makes you cry, and since you were already crying, you just cried harder. seeing you cry makes him cry too, so he cried harder as well. the two of you just cried together until your heads hurt, to which you both took tylenols and tried to dance it off.

“i’m pathetic. insecure and pathetic.”

this is when you realize that there is more depth to his feelings than you thought.

“look, mark, i’ll show you my boobs. i trust you. i’m honestly surprised you haven’t seen them accidentally yet since i’ve known you for so long.” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. didn‘t work. “but i get the feeling that there’s more to this then just boobs.”

mark never really vented to you like this before. despite how close you are, he still kept things from you growing up, as a teenage boy does. you never took offense to this, as you kept plenty from him too. he never quite talked about his insecurities, his fears. he didn’t want to burden you with them. mark, so sweet and thoughtful. maybe too much for his own good. he needs to learn to share things.

he's starting to, though.

it takes him a while to speak, avoiding your eyes entirely. he speaks lowly, as if he was scared to tell the world what he was about to say.

“it’s just… everything about this sucks. everything. i’m kinda scared to tell you things, which can make us drift apart because we lose trust. then again, if i do tell you things, i’m scared it’ll freak you out and i’ll lose you. those are both bad endings. then, i’m scared to put myself out into the world. like, lucas is telling me to just find someone. go out, ask for a number, have a good time, live like someone in their 20s should be living. i can’t really do it though. every time i try, i choke. lucas once tried to set me up, you remember that, right?”

“yeah, that was the girl who stood you up.”

“yeah. it’s awful. every time i try it fails. i’ve been trying to get to the bottom of why it fails every single time but i just couldn’t. but then, i realized.” he shifts and faces you causing your hands to fall off his face and into your lap. “when i came home after being stood up, i wasn’t sad. i forgot the moment i left the restaurant. i texted lucas that the date didn’t happen and just shut my phone off and went to your place. i wasn’t sad because i knew i had you. i knew that you were going to make me feel better and that made it all go away.” he pauses. “you know? sometimes i get worried that i put too much on you. you’re my happiness, my relaxation, my joy. i worry sometimes that you’ll suffocate because i take so much from being with you. i keep this in the back of my head all the time because i just don’t want you to go. ever.”

holy shit.

“mark…”

“let me finish. i talked about this with lucas, and he told me that i can let myself be selfish sometimes. he said that i can want this that… that i can want you. i can think about you and how you make me happy and i can want that happiness yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and the day after. shit, i care about you more than anything. my heart swells and my stomach gets all these annoying little butterflies when i think of you. it’s fucking crazy. and now, today, here i am. you know, lucas, jaemin and i were talking about girls and boobs and fuck i don’t know, jaemin said that i just had to get that intimacy with someone. and it just fucking clicked. the only person i want to be intimate with is you and i’m thinking now that maybe i was stupid for asking to see your boobs. which is so stupid, i could’ve just asked to kiss you or share a bed with you or i don’t know. i’m really sorry if that was gross of me. i just wasn’t thinking. it’s so damn hard to think straight when it comes to you. i just really want to be closer to you, however that might be.”

your heart races at a speed that doctors would deem impossible. you don’t know what to think or where to look. you feel like you’re going to explode. though, if you explode, he’ll probably explode too. that wouldn’t be good.

mark looks down. he fills with regret. he doesn’t think he should've said that. maybe you'll hate him now. maybe you’ve never felt this way about him before.

you inhale slowly, trying to convince your lungs that breathing is normal and not something that can just stop when hearing speeches like this.

what is the proper thing to say? mark i love you? but do you love him? everything is so confusing right now. of course you love him, but you never considered love in this way. can i kiss you? too forward? but he wants intimacy, and you want it too. i feel the same way? boring. you can do better. mark, and his way with words. so beautiful. how do you compete? mark, you’re beautiful. mark is so beautiful. you try so hard to compose the words. maybe too hard. maybe it’s okay to go with option 3.

now, they just flow out. “mark… i think i feel the same way you do. i don’t know it’s just- i’ve always felt some sort of way toward you. something is so special about you. i spent years trying to decipher it, thinking it was just something platonic or brotherly or i dunno. i just never considered… this. i don’t even know what to call this. but it feels right. you’ve always felt right.”

he has. and he always will. he looks at you so lovingly, his enamoured gaze stuck on you. you can’t look up at him, but he watches you.

you continue. “fuck, i don’t know what to say. i’m so… god.” you run your fingers through your hair, as if to comb your brain in search for the right words. “i think you’re so beautiful. everything about you. and i’m so fucking grateful to have someone as amazing as you in my life. i don’t know what i did to deserve someone like you, and i feel like i really don’t deserve you. but it feels right. to be with you. to be alone with you. it’s just right.”

you let a little tear trickle down your cheek. you know if you look up at him, you’ll probably cry harder. you know this well, yet you look up.

“i don’t know what i did to deserve you either.” mark sighs. it’s his turn to wipe your tears now.

“so… what is this? what… are we?” you ask, melting into his hand, which somehow feels softer on your face.

“i don’t know. we can be whatever you want us to be.”

you playfully punch his shoulder, his hands sliding off your cheeks. “come on, you know i hate it when you say that.”

he gets defensive. “and you know i hate it when you hit me! you have a strong hand, yanno? shit!”

you laugh at him, clearing the last unwanted tear off your cheek with the pad of your thumb. “what can i say? gained strength from all those pillow fights over the years.”

“yeah, pillow fights i won.”

“shut up! you know i won the one at jeno’s party!”

mark laughs aloud. your favourite sound. “yeah, because everyone was drunk and you were still on your second drink. it was a very unevenly matched fight!”

“i still won!” you cross your arms and sit up straight as if you assert dominance over the conversation. who are you kidding? it’s all a joke anyways.

you crack after a moment and both of you erupt in a fit of giggles. his head falls into the crook of your neck, and it feels right. it’s almost as if your skin buzzed. you don’t know why, he’s done this many times before. but now, it’s different. the air has shifted again, so quickly. only with mark.

when he comes off of your neck, you stand up. you walk up to the door of his room, and lock it.

“y/n, what-“

you sit on his bed. “can’t have someone walk in while you’re ogling at my boobs, right? i know you and you’d never be able to live that down.”

mark is quick to stand up in defence. “what? no, we don’t have to do that anymore. i said my piece and im over the boob thing and-“

“shut up mark. you know you want to. and i kinda wanna show you too.”

he sits down on the bed across from you without another word but before either of you can move, he speaks again. “wait, kinda? please don’t feel obligated. only do this if you’re-“

“minhyung, please! i want to, ok? i really appreciate how you’re taking care of me but it’s fine. i trust you, and you trust me, right?”

he swallows hard. “right.”

“okay, perfect.” you pull your shirt off over your head, leaving you in your bra. if this was with any other boy, you’d be self conscious about literally everything: the bra you chose, the shape of your body, the hair in the places you let grow out. with mark, none of it matters now. he’s seen you in bathing suits before, this isn’t much different. and knowing how much he cares for you anyways, you know his head is clouded with praise and nothing less. his brain is working so fast right now, he probably won’t even register any imperfections.

“can i take your bra off?” mark sputters out as if he were holding onto the words for hours. “or wait, fuck-“

“yes, you can.”

he is almost shocked at your answer, and it shows. mark’s hands move slowly, his skin slightly cold as he grazes your skin. he leans in unbelievably close to wrap his arms around you to reach your back. he feels your breath on his chin, and your beautiful eyes look so sweet as you look up at him. when he finds the clasp, he kisses your nose as he pulls away, your bra coming back with him. you straighten your arms so the straps fall right off, showing your boobs.

mark is shocked. flabbergasted, even. his jaw almost drops in a shameless, teenaged boy way.

“dang. they’re so cute.”

you scoff. “cute? first boobs of your life and all you have to say is cute?”

“well what else can i say? i am not very well versed in the vast vocabulary that exists to describe your boobs.” he chuckles. “jeez, why is the word boob so fucking funny?”

you can’t help but smile timidly alongside him. that is what mark does, he makes you feel safe no matter what the situation. mark is always worried about you, worried if you are feeling comfortable and if you are okay with what is going on. he never wants things to be tense when you are around, because he hates to see you upset.

right now, you are the opposite of upset.

“y/n,” he brings your attention back to him. you hum in response. “can i touch?”

you freeze for a moment, and nod timidly. mark scoots a little bit closer, and reaches out with his right hand to gently cup your left breast. his hand is warm, and your skin needs a second to adjust to his temperature. he squeezes the flesh in the absolute slightest way, and quickly brings his hand back. he laughs almost exasperated.

“oh my god, it’s squishy? boobs are squishy?! why did that never register in my head?” he laughs loudly, as if he had just discovered something monumental.

“you’re just finding out now? oh my god mark, that’s common knowledge!”

mark looks down, his cheeks red from laughing. “dang, i’m so touch starved that i never knew until now that boobs are squishy. insanity.”

“the more you bring it up, the sadder it gets.” you reply.

he looks up at you with scrunched eyebrows. “don’t be mean. can i touch again?”

“yes, you can.”

mark cups your left boob with his right hand again, this time running his thumb softly over the supple skin. he doesn’t know what his limits are yet. can he go further? can he touch other parts of your boobs? can he touch other parts of your body? he is scared of going too fast and scaring you. mark is doing his very best today to be as careful as possible, as this is probably, remarkably, the best day of his life so far.

he pushes his index finger into your boob gently to poke it, and you laugh softly. at this point, you are just looking down at mark’s hand on your body. honestly, the fact that he isn’t doing anything is almost relaxing.

you look at how slowly his finger moves, like your skin is made up of the most delicate material in the world. he holds you with such care, such control. it is a feeling you want to feel again, and again, and again.

mark inhales slowly. he wants to go further. he wants more. he doesn’t know how you feel yet, but he will wait for you every step of the way.

but just as he opens his mouth, he hears a thud on his door. “mark hyung, we’re home! is y/n here? come eat with us!”

you both jump, as jaemin’s loud voice destroys the entire atmosphere. mark turns a cute shade of pink almost immediately, and takes his hand off of your skin. you are surprised at first, but lose all tension as you watch mark’s reaction. the poor boy is so embarrassed, but even more upset at how shortly your time was cut off. you laugh as he grabs your bra and tries to put it back on you. unfortunately, he cannot figure out how to close the back shut.

“i’m here! we’ll be there in a sec.” you shout, sparing mark from saying something stupid. you clip your bra straps together, and pull your shirt back on.

mark looks upset. “i’m so sorry they cut us off. they were supposed to be out all day, fuck. i’m sorry-”

“mark, baby, it’s okay. you didn’t know. besides, this isn’t ending here.”

mark looks up at you. “baby?”

“oh gosh, i don’t know where that came from. i’m sorry.”

“no no, its cute. i like it. baby. it just…”

“makes sense?”

he nods. “yeah. this makes sense. it really does.”

mark’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes your hands in his. today, they feel softer, warmer. he inhales sharply once again, hoping this time jaemin doesn’t break his door down, or something of the sort.

his thumb does the thing again, rubbing your skin gently. “y/n, i don’t want to be friends anymore. i think we are more than friends.”

you smile. “i do too. this makes sense.”

mark feels like he is going to explode. that would be bad though, because if he exploded, you would too. that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“so i guess you’re my girlfriend now.”

you giggle softly. “that sounds so much better than best friend.”

“dang, it kinda does, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his hands and climb off his bed. he follows instantly after you do. right before you go to unlock the door, mark takes your hand once again, and turns you to face him.

you heart races as you lock eyes with him. you cannot believe everything that happened today. how your best friend, who you’d known for your whole life, confessed everything he felt for you, and poked your boobs mere minutes after. and that’s okay, because that’s mark. your mark.

“do we have to go down? i really want to see your boobs again.”

you lean over and place a kiss on his cheek, which causes him to lose his train of thought completely. “you’ll see them again soon, i promise. but if we don’t go down, jaemin will come upstairs and try opening your door. you know him, he’ll freak out when he sees that it’s locked. we’d get found out before we even have a chance to start.”

mark sighs. “fine. no more boobs today. guess i’ll just have to suffer without your boobs in my hands. shit, how am i going to survive?”

you unlock the door, and twist the handle. “well baby, i guess you’ll have to figure it out.”

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Spicy horror

Pairing: Frank x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's Halloween, and (y/n) and Frank finally confess their crushes to each other when binge watching horror movies on Frank's place. Kind of content: Praising / Protected / Oral

Requested by @thisisjustforrequestingfanfics (can't tag you, sorry hhh my T*mblr is acting weird)

a/n - I'm sorry that I coudn't proofread, I might do it soon; I was supposed to be asleep rn

"You're just annoying, old man," I tease with a grin. "But don't whine or else you'll ruin the makeup!" I continue spreading the white concealer over his face, careful to get it on the corners around his nose and around his eye, though not to irritate his eyes.

"No, fuck you," Frank groans, his face twitching to suppress any expression. "Why can't we watch it again tonight? They're the best movies! And stop calling me old man, it's just my birthday! I'm not decomposing or anything!" Despite his words, he smiles, opening his eyes once I pull away, leaning back against the chair of the desk – I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I agree." I grab the eyeshadow palette from the desk and move closer to him again. "TCM is a great series and all, but can we not watch it for a single week? It's your birthday and we can watch literally any horror movie! And it can be special, like, not something we've watched a thousand times already to the point we already know most of the lines." I glare before motioning for him to close his eyes.

Frank sighs grumpily, leaning his head back. "What are you planning on, then? Alien? Jaws?" He lets out a weird cry when I slap the side of his head lightly, though he is soon chuckling.

"And then you complain when I say how annoying you are!" I spread the dark eyeshadow over his eyes, humming. "It's been a while since we've watched The Howling, Evil Dead, House of Wax. I mean, 'm not gonna complain if we decide on Alien and Jaws either." He hums, pouting. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite old man." I press a kiss to his head.

"I hate you," he laughs.

After a little bit of fake blood and retouching on my makeup, the two of us are leaving Frank's house to go to school, waving his mother goodbye. We don't look like what most of the kids will go dressed up as – not putting enough effort nor choosing the same themes as the jocks and popular people and not invisible enough just to throw on whatever in a black theme. Frank looks like a chill vampire with Bela Lugosi's Dracula references, though still looking like a punk, while I decided on one of my favorite characters. Nothing too extra, but still in the vibe.

"You look ridiculous with that hair slicked back." I kick one of the pebbles on the sidewalk. "I prefer the hedgehog or whatever it is in the normal state."

"I honestly feel like I could kill someone just from biting their jugular off." He grins, throwing his nose in the air – I can't help but to chuckle; he's adorable. "But not gonna be anyone from school, they're not worth it neither their blood would taste good." He twists his mouth. "I feel like most I'd get would be booze, botox and steroids."

"Damn," I snort, "awfully accurate. You're gonna starve, sorry."

Frank pouts, looking down, but a smirk soon tugs on his lips as he takes a step closer. "But you're not that bad, baby, you know?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. "You just want to get in my jugular!"

Both of us burst out in chuckles and our conversation eventually dies down when we walk past the gates to inside the school, replaced by jokes at other people's costumes, sometimes needing to hold onto each other from laughter.

We walk into the first class, already a bit late, but all it does is to attract everyone's attention the moment we step in.

"Ridiculous, as always," some girl mutters under her breath. Funny.

Frank wraps a hand around the length of the coat to stupidly bring it to cover the lower part of his face, looking around with narrowed eyes then wide ones. "I smell not just a lot of blood here," he says in a low and raspy voice, "but also stupidity!" He points at the girl judgingly, making her twist her mouth disgusted.

"I hope Freddy Krueger visits you tonight," I say when walking past her, patting her shoulder. A scream comes from her when noticing the fake blood stain I leave behind on her white outfit, having Frank and I chuckling on our way to the back.

No one really pays attention to the classes – it's Halloween, we're even in stupid clothes and anxious for whatever is going to happen later in the day, so the teacher doesn't even bother scolding Frank and I for talking nonstop in the back of the classroom. To be honest, I think only the goody two shoes are actually doing something, sometimes turning around to glare at the others.

"Okay, okay, shut up for a minute!" I tell Frank, taking a look at the messy words over my notebook to check if I forgot to write something down. "We've got The Howling, Alien, Evil Dead, House of Wax, Dawn of the Dead, Funhouse, Pumpkinhead..."

"Fright Night," Frank continues, "Opera, Cannibal Holocaust, Texas Chainsaw–"

"I said no TCM! Fuck you," I curse, rushing to write everything down, crossing out TCM when I accidentaly write it down.

"Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, Near Dark and Elm Street," he finishes, glaring at me. He hits my shoulder, not enough to hurt. "I'll make you watch TCM with me until you have memorized every single frame of it!"

"Your TCM phase will have died down by then!" I twist my mouth bitterly. "Sorry to kill the hype, baby!" I throw my nose in the air with a chuckle at his sulky manners. He furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a breath for words he never really gets to say. "And we still got to watch all these goth movies and shows lying around! Do you think it was easy finding the 60s Addams family show on DVD? Or that one Frankenstein version on cassette." Okay, the last one was easy to find in a yard sale, but still, it was just luck.

"Okay, mommy, please just don't punish me," Frank says with a groan and a fake moan. I stare at him as he's not able to contain his laughter before starting to hit him with the notebook.

"Too bad you're not a good boy, hun."

For once, school ends up actually being nice and just because Frank and I were getting in the character sometimes and pissing people off. By lunch, he had pulled on some sunglasses and looked like the stupidest fucker while eating his sandwich and smudging more of the lipstick and fake blood around his lips. At some point, we had pretended to have a fight and pierce the other's chest with a pair of scissors just to squeeze a bag of fake blood at whoever walked by – mostly some of the jocks or plastics. So much fun.

The house is quiet when we arrive back at it, a couple hours after school ended, and we find out, later, a note from Frank's mom apologizing she can't be here during the rest of his birthday, though she's sure he'll have fun with me.

"Imma take a shower," I sigh, pointing upstairs.

"Sure," he hums, looking up from the note for a moment to smile at me.

Thankfully, I always leave some clothes at Frank's place because I'm here far too often and not always have the chance or disposition to go back home and grab some clothes. It doesn't prevent me from stealing his hoodie, however, and walking out of the bathroom without all of that sticky makeup or fake blood is the best thing ever. Later, Frank is the one to go take a shower while I take care of the food he had already started to prepare.

"Much better!" I raise my eyebrows at the sight of Frank with his hair back to normal and only a bit of black makeup smudges the underside of his eyes now.

"Y'know, I never said a single thing about how you looked," he mutters with his brow low, coming to lean against the counter, next to me, "still, you've been attacking me every chance you got!"

"Does it offend you?" I smile.

"No, but it still hurts!" He sniffles, a hand flat against his chest. "I know I'm too badass for you to handle, but you don't need to let it be that clear!"

I look at him from head to foot. "I hate you, y'know that?"

"Love you too, hun!" He grins and moves closer, cupping my face exaggeratedly to peck my cheek before we head upstairs with everything we need.

We turn the lights on to organize everything, soon sitting down against a pile of pillows and with food surrounding us, though most of it is on the bedside tables since Frank, mainly, gets extremely uncomfortable with it falling on the bed. It doesn't matter, though, since the food and half empty cans end up going forgotten halfway through the movie at the same time the chatter dies down and we watch The Evil Dead as if it was the first time.

Some funny part comes on – well, not exactly funny, but enough to make us chuckle quietly – and brings us back to reality, sighing and glancing at each other, adjusting our postures as we'd slid down the pillows.

Frank yawns.

"Already tired?" I tease, poking his shoulder.

"No." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Getting tired is for losers." He does glance at the clock on his bedside table, however, and the red glowing numbers say it's six something.

"You're my favorite loser, then." I smirk lightly, exhaling.

Frank's eyebrows knit together as he looks at me, but then rolls his eyes. "Well, duh, of course I am! Who else? I'm the best." He scoots closer until his head is leaning on my shoulder and I can't help but to smile.

"No, I am," I groan, arms wrapped around him.

"I am!" He glares and, at some point, we end up in a wrestling match, pushing each other around the mattress among laughter and curses, which comes to a stop when we start getting too tired and I just let Frank lie down on top of me, head on my chest, still watching the movie. "Do you like anyone, (y/n)?" he asks suddenly. "Like, got a crush?"

Random. Why does he want to know? I mean, I do have a crush, but telling him about it is difficult.

"Um, yeah, I guess, why?" I blink, startled when he suddenly brings himself up on his elbows to stare at me.

"I swear to God I'll hunt them down if you forget about me because of them, do you understand?" Frank presses his forehead to mine. "You're the only one I got, sometimes I'm so worried you'll even leave me for whatever reason."

"What?" I breathe a chuckle, though there's not exactly anything funny here. "Never in my right mind would I do that! And you can't hunt my crush down if my crush is actually you," I laugh in a sudden rush of confidence, which wears out awfully quickly, leaving me lying there and rethinking every life choice.

"Me?" Frank widens his eyes. At the lack of answer, he takes a hold of my collar, straddling my hips. "Did I hear it right? Please, (y/n), (n/n), soulmate? I'm your goddamn crush? For how long?"

I shake my head lightly, shrugging. "Months? A long time."

"And you just told me now?" He cries, forehead pressed to my shoulder. "Slow motherfucker."

"I didn't want you to leave me either, c'mon!" I sigh in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I remember that time a girl confessed to you and you'd simply vanish whenever she showed up. What if that was with me? I'd not be able to live like this, y'know that."

"Y'know, yeah, seeing it from that point..." Frank shrugs, bringing himself up to face me again. "Still, I wouldn't avoid you like that! Dunno, but it doesn't matter now because you just relieved me of months of suffering. Looking at these pretty lips without being able to kiss it." He furrows his eyebrows, eyes on my lips. "Can I kiss you, tho? Now that we feel stupid for all these months. Damn. At least I feel."

I breathe a chuckle. "Of course! Do you think I wasn't dying to do it either?"

Next thing I know are Frank's lips pressed against mine softly, soon growing firm with confidence. His fingers run along my neck lightly, in a caring manner, dropping to trace my collarbones.

"Also," Frank breathes, pulling away; his face never moves farther than a couple of inches whilst he adjusts his position, lying down beside me on the mattress. "Maybe it's wrong to say and I've always tried to say it in a subtle manner, but–" his eyes meet mine, "–you've got the body of a goddess! Like, dunno, sometimes you comment about not having an 'ideal', skinny body, but you're just so perfect," he groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Frank!" I tap on his back lightly. It's not that I don't like what he said – no, damn, it sends my heart fluttering, this warmth taking over my chest –, but is it really the truth? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to tell me this.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Frank grins. "Like, your thighs and all. I just want to squeeze and bite you! Not in a bad way, I mean." I must give him a funny look because of how flustered he grows, tongue playing with his lip ring as he looks away. "There's a lot to unpack, fuck, I thought it was obvious how I always sit there gazing at you and shit, but..."

"Likewise." I glare playfully, making him chuckle.

"Y'know–" Frank smiles lazily, "–this is the best birthday I've ever had, by far." He brushes his lips against mine softly, watching me through half lidded eyes. "Never knew you'd actually like me back. Never believed it was possible, to be honest."

"I never cogitated you like me," I breathe.

"Well, okay," he says, "we've already gotten through this. I think we should focus on now."

"I'm not the one who keeps bringing back past thoughts!" I chuckle at how he pouts, scowling funnily.

"Shut up, shut up, I get it!" Frank rolls his eyes and presses his lips to mine before I can say anything, having me smiling against the kiss until returning it, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Now that we've finally kissed, keeping our lips off each others' feels almost impossible – letting go of each other feels almost impossible. "God fucking damnit," he groans under his breathe, moving to press kisses down my jaw, soon reaching my neck.

A sigh escapes my lips at the kisses, though it turns into quiet pleased sounds at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin and sometimes closing around it, sucking on it whilst all I can bring myself to do is tugging onto his hair. Suddenly, however, feeling his hands traveling down to my hips and squeezing them makes me gasp, probably reacting a bit more than I intended.

"What?" Frank pulls away at the same moment, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? Please– Damn, I'm so sorry!"

"N-No, no," I finally bring myself into speaking up, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. "I, um, I actually... liked it. A lot. Sorry if I scared you, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind, really," I insist as he continues looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" I smile, bringing him for a quick kiss before he's trailing down my neck again.

Frank's hands go down my body, experimentally at first and then squeezing my hips again, receiving another reaction this time, including just a soft gasp as I push my hips up – a shiver runs down my spine with it, a nice one. Fuck.

"Damn..." Frank breathes, hands running down to my thighs then up again to slide under my shirt. "It's a bit early, maybe–" he shrugs, looking at me, "–but... is it okay if..."

Holy hell. "Of course," I say without thinking much – he continues to stare, so I nod.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters, lips against mine for a few seconds before he's pulling my shirt over my head and the expression on his face carries such admiration that I can't help but to feel embarrassed for a moment. He never lets me cover myself, nonetheless, hands flying to my waist to hold firmly onto it as he's pressing kisses from my stomach to my hip. "No, seriously–" he sits up again, "–how can someone be so perfect?" He seems to be talking mostly to himself, getting rid of his shirt.

"Dunno." I grin. "How does it feel to be so perfect, baby?"

Frank exhales shakily. "You'll be the death of me and I ain't even joking." He presses a kiss to my collarbone, starting to nibble down at the skin again, trailing down to my chest, lips sometimes lingering over my breasts – sure as hell he leaves a few marks behind, considering how invested he gets.

Something tells me he doesn't know what to focus on. His hands never stay in the same place for too long, going down my thighs then trailing up to my waistband, up my torso, and then he repeats it.

"C'mon," I mutter, placing his hands on my waistband. He's a bit hesitant, but quickly undoes the buttons and starts pulling it down – I help him, kicking the pants away in the end.

A string of curses slip past Frank's lips as he quickly gets rid of his jeans too and, when coming back, he kneels down between my legs this time, spreading them apart. Our lips are yet again locked in a kiss, different from the others, more heated up and urgent this time as we hold onto each other. I play with the hair on the back of his neck and tug onto it instead at the feeling of his hands around my ass, groping.

"Frank, damn," I breathe quietly for a second we pull apart and, opposite to earlier, he gets the hint and does it again, humming against my lips. Once he stops groping, his hands just run along my skin, up and down my body, sometimes lingering. The most lovesick look decorates his face when he pulls away. My heart.

I place my hands on Frank's shoulders as I sit up, changing our positions. He observes me with wide eyes and I smile at him before pressing kisses to his neck, leaving behind a hickey before I can go lower and lower until my fingers are around the waistband of his boxers and I pause, looking up at him, and continue after he nods.

Frank's already half hard, a breath hitching in his throat as, after discarding his boxers, I assume my previous position.

Even if it's not the first time I've done that, this nervousness still lies under my skin as I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally. He breathes sharply.

Only halfway through it that I allow myself to look up at Frank, pausing for a moment after finding out he's been watching, propped up on his elbows, eyes focused on me and jaw slack, but I don't look away, hollowing my cheeks instead and watching him break under my gaze, letting go of all the tension for a second.

I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away – eyes wide and face flushed this time.

Frank mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer, both of us soon assuming the position we were in minutes ago, pressed against each other. Now, he removes my underwear and his hand slips between us, however.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Frank's fingers slipping past my lips, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance. Moans just escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs – he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there, then, against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes fucking blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Fuck," Frank curses once pulling away, moving to frantically rummage through the nightstand's drawer; I groan at the loss of touch, pushing my hips up into nothing.

Hearing the sound of foil being torn makes me understand what's happening, and I watch him rush to slip the condom on, giving us a moment to catch our breath before he's positioning himself, a hand on my hip whilst another holds himself up.

"Tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" he asks slowly, "I'll stop right away. Don't be afraid."

"Same to you," I say softly, cupping his face to pull him for a soft, quick kiss.

Frank smiles with a nod and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips, instinctively.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear among moans, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"You're just so perfect, (y/n)," he babbles, "and even better that now you're all mine."

Suppressing a louder moan turns out to be impossible at the feeling of Frank's hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp and all there's left is just how good he feels. I travel a hand up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"'M gonna cum," I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back.

"Me too, babe," he groans, "almost there."

Frank pauses, adjusting himself so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for major support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back at the same time, holding onto him tightly, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once – it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him.

Coming down from the high, I feel almost numb, in a good way. Frank pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Damn, I love you so much, so much," he mumbles again.

I breathe a chuckle, feeling him cuddling up to me, arms wrapped around me. "And I love you, dumbass." I press a kiss to his head.

"My girlfriend now, right?" he asks. "Nevermind, you don't get to choose." He chuckles, though it quickly dies down. "Just kidding, okay? Tell me to and I'll fuck off."

I laugh, still breathless. "Of course I am. I didn't confess for nothing."

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