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Dreams, Sofas, and Whines:

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so a little bit ago I stumbled across some smut writing prompts and i couldn't stop thinking about them + Kevin and well... it kinda just spiraled from there

promts: "care to help me out?", " Were you dreaming about me again?"

waningz: Oral sex (f receiving), kissing, smut in general, Kevin being not confident in his oral skills lol, sex dreams, couch sex, cursing, clit kissing? Kevin & y/n are fwb, verrry slightly hinted at romantic feelings, afab reader, Kevin’s parents think something’s goin on between y’all (idk if that’s a warning just wanted to put it in there), reader fooling themself into think they don’t wanna fuck Kevin, lots of talk about boners lol, first time having sex with each other, Kevin comes in his pants (no idea what thats called), slight overstim (m receiving), dry humping, switching positions? Don't think there's any mention of reader having tits but reader does have a vagina, finger sucking, Kevin asks reader to guide him as he’s eating them out, hand job, cum eating, reader calls Kevin good boy, and Kevin calls reader sweetheart, mentions of food and talking about kevins hands around a cup with condensation, kevins hands? I’m sorry it’s not edited well :( AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BIO SAYING YOURE NOT. A. MINOR!! BEFORE INTERACTING OR ELSE I WILL BLOCK YOU

You and Kevin are friends. No, scratch that, you're best friends. You care about each other more than anything. You've made friends with his parents by now, laughing whenever they send both you suspicious glances and or ever sent the guy a thumbs up whenever you two paired off from y'all's little group. You brushed those little things off with the thought that it was all fun and games. That yeah, all good parents do that with their child's friends. And you know what they say; all the good and more easily believed lies are based in some sort of truth.

The truth was: you knew you were fooling yourself. The thought that your own mind was subconsciously covering up thoughts of him... that had been lingering for a while now. And you knew why you acted that way-- repressing thoughts of his fingers on you, in you, dragging themselves all over you, preferably leaving a trail of his cum in their wake. And the worst thing was, you had these thoughts at the weirdest and most inconvenient times. But you were going off on another tangent. It seems to happen a lot because of the man. Especially right now, which you were brought back to. The reality you were trying to escape from; with his fingers wrapped around a fast-food soda cup, condensation dripping onto his fingers. And fuck, he just wont let go of the thing. He claimed he was thirsty. And you knew he wasn't bluffing. Believe me, you kept your eye of if he drank water that day.

Mostly because you cared for him greatly, but a little sliver of you, the part that knew why your mind was a pot bubbling over when you were around him, wanted to see his fingers wrapped around his canteen or up. But you'd never say that aloud. At least no yet.

You're on your sofa. It's quiet, but not awkward. It's as comfortable as it could be/ Due to his busy all the time schedule, you don't get time like this to just enjoy each other's company in relative silence much. So you're both intent to enjoy it while it lasts. You just weren't prepared to enjoy it as much as you did then. Because somewhere along the way of lazily talking you noticed that Kevin hadn't responded for a while. It wasn't necessarily new. You were both tired, and maybe he just wanted to wait until you were done taking to say anything. But at the second time you called his name. Softly, just in case he was sleeping. You noticed how relaxed he was on his side of the sofa, slumped against the arm rest and pillow clutched to his front. He looked so calm and peaceful and quite frankly beautiful, you thought

A second later you realized that people who really were just friends and only thought about themselves and their relationship that way didn’t stare like that at each other and think those things. So you tossed you blanket off and laid it over his sleeping form. You had suspected he'd stay the night because of how late it was anyways. And how it was the weekend. But why did your mind suddenly flash to both of you, in your bed, with him gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks as he mumble doubt a string of incoherent thoughts? Why did a shiver run up and back down your spine when you thought of him spending the night with you another way. One that ended in satisfaction on both of your parts and learning, first hand this time and not because of tipsy confessions about preferences. About each other inside and out. Him leaning what you taste like, you finding out what he feels like.

But that was ow this usually went, he'd come over, do something, two seconds later you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and splash cold water on your face. And you'd torture yourself with him, knowing that he wouldn't ever want you like that. Or at least never admit it to you— Unless he was drunk and sad.... which did happen one time. But that was besides the point, you thought as you climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blankets. You let sleep lull you into a dreamless land as you tossed and turned. You were awoken before dawn, to the sound of... moaning? It was coming from the living room you were sure of it. And that was where Kevin was, wasn't it? In your dreary eyed sleep deprived brain you shot out of bed, thinking he had a bad dream. He had been complaining a lot about those lately whenever he'd dose off and make incoherent sleepy noises that You guessed could be interpreted that way.

You made your way over to him on the sofa. And where greeted with the blissed-out face of him laid, squirming and wigging, on your sofa. he looked so pretty, you thought. There was that slight smile on his face even in sleep. And... oh god he was bucking his hips up toward noting, trying to search for some sort of friction. Your stomach did a kicking routine and, before you knew it your underwear was sticking to our drenched core. Shit, you nearly moaned out, stopping yourself before you got loud enough to wake him. He was having a sex dream... If you couldn't believe it now, then the way he whined out your name made it feel even more real to you. oh shit, it was almost like you couldn't wrap your head around that concept. That he was not only having an apparently very vivid sex dream, but that very vivid sex dream had you in the center of it.

You shook your head and him, before sighing and making your way back to your room. That was when you heard him stirring. You stopped dead in your tracks, cursing to yourself. It seemed like he was still half asleep when get let out a final groan of ecstasy. “Mmmf!” He funnily shot up to look at who was there. And was met with you slowly turning around to meet his eyes. You knew you couldn’t just tell him it was a dream and force hint or go back to bed. Neither of you could. Definitely not with a very prominent tent you could see even through the blanket that he was holding over his chest like he was naked and caught changing.

Which, in all honesty wasn’t that differ t with what you actually caught him with. But this time he had a shirt on… and pj pants… and you didn’t think pjs could ever look that good on someone until now. It was just a regular white tee shirt, a little (very nicely) disfigured and tousled looking, and well ya know pj bottoms. But god, did you wanna take them off. Make the collar of that shirt damp from you sucking at the spot on his neck right about where the white threads stared.

He sunk deeper into the covers he had pulled to his hips when he sat up, realizing what you had walked in on. He leaned forward awkwardly in a miserably failing attempt to hide the ahem problem he was having. You clenched and unclenched your fists in an attempt to stay calm. "Hey!" He said way too happily for the time of night it was and for what had just happened. Cool, you thought, so this is what he wants to do: pretend he wasn't just moaning out my name like he was about to cum?

You gave the man a little wave. "Hey." You started, trying to maintain eye contact, "Sorry I just-- uh" Your stupid eyes just had to choose that moment right then to dart right back down to tent underneath thin blanket. He noticed it too, and bashfully went back to hunching over awkwardly. Why did he have to relax? Doesn't he realize that-- "I though you were having a nightmare. Ya know... you've been telling me... ya know." You rambled.

If it was even possible, he looked even more embarrassed now then before. Before, it was like an, oh shit my fly is unzipped thing. Now, it was like, Oh shit I don't have any pants on thing. He folded his arms and stuck his palms in his armpits, his thumbs tapping wildly at his collarbone where they rested. A sure sign of being nervous of how and what he'd say next. "Oh yeah, that..." He trailed off, as if just remembering. It sounded to you like somebody shouldn't even be "just remembering" now that they've been having bad dreams for a while.

You tried to play it off in your own mind, thinking that maybe he was just embarred by you bringing them up in a situation like this. But you knew him, and this wasn't one of those situations. You couldn't bare to keep lying to yourself about him like that anyways. So why was he acting like he just remembered that? It was almost like... like he was lying. You know that thing people do when they just remember a lie they made up a while ago and try to pass it off like it was totally real? Yeah, that.

So that meant... oh. OH! All this time it hadn't been nightmares. How could you not realize that? Now that you were thinking about it, it kinda was pretty obvious. Maybe it was just what you had wished to believe. NO matter if he did a really bad job at hiding it or not, you knew Everything now. And you also knew that he was looking at your lips currently. His eyes flickering between them and your eyes. Almost like. Like he was asking for permission to kiss you. You smirked at him. Finally he thought. "Where you dreaming bout me again?" You asked

He looked away. And I’m an attempt to hide him doing that he then rolled his eyes. Gosh even him rolling his eyes looked hot. You really needed to stop. “Again?” He scoffed. You took another step forward towards you sofa. “So, you’re still not denying that you were dreaming about me. At least this once.” You knew inside that him only dreaming about you this one little time wasn’t true. If it had been there would’ve been a way bigger chance you’d just leave it alone. Then promptly leave the room. But the that wasn’t the case now was it?

“well I’m not—“ he tried to explain. You shut him up with crossing your arms and wetting your lips. You gave him the look. Like bitch you better not play with me. He pressed his lips together and looked up at you. Finley you nearly whispered. He looked too pretty to be hidden away under a blanket of shame. “Listen,” he started before taking a large breath. Apparently preparing to either rap or deliver a sermon. “Yes. This isn’t the fist one. And only saying that because I know you know. I’ve been trying to hide it but—“ “Kevin I-“ you tried to interrupt him. Talk some sense into the poor guy. But eh only held up his hand at you.

“I’m just so sorry, ok! I know I know. It’s sounds gross. I-I sound gross! For thinking of you that way when we’re only friends and you know it’s weird for me, your friend to be thinking of you that way. Much more dreaming! I understand if you hate me now or you need space. Until I figure… whatever this is out. Or just until whenever you need. Haha it’s uh all up to you really. I get why you would be disappointed in me. I mean, I’m disappointed in me. Cause—“ you grabbed his jaw to shut him up. He blinked a few times, maybe to clear his head like you had done the moment you waked into this situation.

You weighed your options for the hundredth time. You wanted this. Him. And now that you knew he wanted you in the same way you couldn't stop thinking about that that would be like. To have him, for him to have you. Tangled together in a buddle of pure bliss and need, and satisfaction. It'd feel like a breath of fresh air, you thought. You wanted that. Needed it. Both of you did. And at that exact moment, he offered you a small smile, one that meant the world to you. His eyes crinkled beautifully as his lips curled upwards.

He relaxed in your hold. You decided tom bring him a little closer to your lips. And at the joy you saw in his eyes when you did so, you brought him closer still. It was a slow and steady progression. One that, in how much silence you too were in might have been awkward for anyone else. But not you too. It might've taken a couple tentative minutes, but that was how the two of you were.

And then finally, without another moments hesitation, his lips were on yours. And it really did feel like a breath of fresh air to have him there. Moving against you in perfect sync. His back was craned towards you just like his neck, his hand pressed hard into the sofa cushion. Enough to make an intent probably till morning. You shuddered that the thought-- that him and pieces of him would be there till morning. But finally, you decided to relive him of his oddly craned back. You didn't want it aching in the morning. At least that's what you told yourself. You placed a knee on the edge of the sofa cushion. Maybe this was a far as him or you wanted to go, and that would be fine. You just wanted to test if this was going to be the boundary.

But he smiled even more so into the kiss as his other palm came up to hold your face. Much to your delight he even leaned back a little. Though his back wasn't quite hitting the back of the cushion. That was where you'd really like to have him. You were between his legs, the blanket getting farther and farther away from either of yours skin. He let out the first whimper of the night when you got a little closer, his back hitting those cushions with a thud and bouncing off them. His lips formed into a line as he pressed them together, eyes widened and lust blown instead of crinkled now. You leaned in again, cherishing the freeing feeling of his lips. Only for him to chuckle as you got closer. You smiled in return. You scooted close enough to feel his bulge beneath your fingertips. He shuddered at the touch.

You ran your hands through his soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was. He pants when he pulls away. For a moment he just took in your features, no worries about what it'd seem like if he stared at you a second too long. At least not for now. "Care to help me out?" He asked, slapping his hands to his sides. Where was this coming from? You wondered. Being forehead like that wasn't really his forte. And it seemed like he realized how out of character that was for him too. But none the less you still answered him by grabbing both his wrists and placed them on your sides. A silent invitation that you wanted him to "help you out" too.

He immediately set to work, rubbing up and down your sides. It felt so warm and comforting. Having his hands run up and down you. He was still tentative not to get any further down your hips. But you had placed his palms there for a reason. You needed him to touch you. You leaned down to kiss him, grabbing both sides of his face. The kiss felt more needy now. If that was even possible. Like both of you were more urgent to lay the other down.

And lay him down you did. This felt so right with you on top of him. Your bodies pressed together comfortably. You bit down on his bottom lip and he whined again. This time louder, higher in pitch. Fuck you really wanted to hear that again. He brakes the kiss again, his thumbs drawing circles on your tummy. He moistens his lips before speaking, "But really, I'd hate for this to make it weird between us. You mean the world to me. I dunno what I'd do without you. Especially if I knew I drew you away." He nervously coughs and swallows at his own words, probably not expecting for them to be too serious and heavy at a time like this. You were taken aback for a moment, he was just as shocked as you were.

"It'll only be 'weird' if we make it that way, hm? And I'm pretty sure neither of us are feeling anything close to weird right now." You assure him, glancing down at that tent in his pants. He smiles to himself an ducks his head downward to your neck, landing a kiss on it's side. You breathed out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. Warm lips touching heated skin. "Besides, I could never feel any other way but happiness with you." You added. At that moment he was still close to your neck. But when you said that he glanced up at you before thrusting his head to meet your lips again in an almost chaste kiss. "Yeah, I could say the same about you." He mumbled against your lips. "And you're sure you don't hat me for having those... dreams?" He said tentatively. You kiss him and he smiles at you. "Fuck no. I love em." You said before the both of you dove right back in. You palmed him as he breathed out a moan at eh contact.

You smirked to yourself, feeling proud you could make him feel this way. He practically sounded relieved. "Ah! I-I wanna make you feel good too." He said, stuttering because of the pleasure he was finally getting. Precum was already probably starting to pearl at his tip. At his words you started to grind against his thigh. He flexed it for you and jerked it upwards in time with your movements. "Oh, my-- Fuck!" You moaned, as quietly as you could. God it really did feel good. Better than you'd expected. You taking the lead here and grinding on him what just what he both of you needed. For one, his thigh bone was hitting your clit just right for you to feel like lolling your head back and screaming his name.

You ran your fingers down is chest, feeling of him with one hand. The other was pulling at the strands at the back of his neck. And lost in the feeling of the moment, his mind only filling with the thought that you were feeling good. Sure, you were currently palming him and he never wanted you to stop. But him (even if that part of him was his thigh.) He was making you feel good. He didn't realize how much that thought effected him until he felt his high coming. He started bucking up into your palm, barely unable to think straight and stop the sighs and breathy whines spilling from his mouth. Which for some reason could not stay all the way closed by the way. He really didn't want to come now. He couldn't, not with the whole night ahead of you too.

And it'd also be kinda embarrassing if he came from you palming him that quickly anyways. But goddam the sounds you were making. Right in his ear too. He had to act now or he'd never stop himself. You barely noticed how long you had been grinding on him while palming him still until Kevin slowed your movements. He grasped your hand as well. "No no no," He protested. "I don't want to cum yet." You stopped, unsure of what to do next. He flipped the too of you over so you where now under him. He swallowed you lips whole. Engulfing them in his own in a clash of the heat coming from both of you. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off and out of the way. But he just couldn’t seem to tear himself away from you mouth. Probably smiling into the kiss way more than someone who was currently kissing their friend “just cause they’re horny” should be. You could tell he was trying to maintain being cool, calm, and collected. But by the way he was fumbling over the piece of cloth he was trying to get past his shoulders. (And by the way he was awkwardly trying to avoid his boner) He wasn't doing the best job at hiding what he was really feeling.

He didn't even think to move the shirt away from the two of you on the sofa, absent-mindedly placing it beside him as he leaned down towards you again. Thinking that now that he got a taste of you, he'd never be able to stop. And his enthusiasm showed that too. The kiss might've been sloppy, but neither of you wanted to pull away for air because of just how good and right it all felt. You run your hands over every part of his torso, wanting to memorize it. All the while he presses open mouthed kisses on your neck. He groaned at the felling of your warm hands on his skin. The sound reverberating through you and going straight to your core.

He finally pulls himself away from your wonderful lips. You're a little confused when he gets up suddenly and makes his way down your body. He puts in fingers in the waistband of your pants. "Can I... can I eat you out?" He asks. And did he really think you'd say no? How the fuck could you ever refuse that? Not like you've been having dreams about him snaking his togue down your folds and sucking on your clit. So he gently pulls your pants down like he was afraid he'd mess up an act so trivial as that. He places them by his shirt that was somehow kicked onto the floor at some point in the last few minutes. You can see him swallow thickly when you help him shimmy out of your underwear. He mumbled an "oh shit." In what nearly sounded like a moan coming from him like that. And it only made you wetter. He licks his lips in a way that almost made it seem like he was teasing you.

He licks a long stripe up you, landing at your clit and staying there for a second. Just testing the waters for now, but it was a whole new type of ecstasy for you. You let out a strangled moan and he dives in at the sound. With his newfound eagerness (or maybe now he just wasn't holding back his want for you) He latches his mouth into your clit like a man starved of water and sucks. His lips wrapped around you and his ears listening to what pace made you moan the loudest. He whines into you in return, sending a shock wave of pleasure through you and up your veins. Your hands find their way to his shoulders again, rubbing small circles with your thumbs on his back. "Shit, shit, shit" you chant. And he's trying. Trying so damn hard to stop himself from coming apart at the seams and turning into a mess when you start bucking your hips into his face. He takes a second to move away from you.

"This okay?" He asks, looking up at your wit hooded eyes clouded with even more lust, and want, and pure need than before. Your hands went to his hair to move him closer to your pussy. "God yes." You pant, "Why'd you stop?" It sounded like a plea. And Kevin wasn't about to refuse you. It's just, you knew this but... he'd only done this once before .And he didn't even think he was that good at it then. What about now? Years later. And he knew what worked for one person probably wouldn't work for the other. So if he was being honest, he had no idea what he was doing. He tried to remember what you told him you liked a while ago. What you had talked about with him. But his mind was so overwhelmed with the taste pf you, the scent of you, that he was here, with you, doing this, the sound of your moans for him, and just plain old making sure he doesn't embarrass himself and 1) not make you feel good. And 2) cum in his pants or make a weird sound that turns you off. So after licking another stripe up you, sticking to what he knows, he pulled away form you again. You, thinking that he wants to kiss you, don't think much of it. Until he speaks.

His hands go to your his and rest there, rubbing your skin. "Can you guide me?" He asks. You nearly let you a pleasured sigh at the thought. Now you really wish he'd kiss you. "Thought you'd never ask." So you knotted your fingers in his hair again and guided him back down to your dripping pussy. He let out a breathy moan at the sensation of your fingers curled in his hair, firmly planted at the roots, almost feeling like you were grounding him. He can't help it anymore, his hips start to jolt an buck into the sofa cushion. The friction he feels is all too much and not enough all at once. He wants more. More more more of you. And he can't seem to stop. But really, he probably should. He buries his face in you slowly, his nose hitting your clit. You groan. He goes back up to it and plants a little kiss there, making you repeat the sound. Then... he's lost on what to do again. "A little down." You step in. He moved from your clit to your hole and dips his pretty wet tongue into you. That's when you just about lost it. "Oh Fuck!" He wiggles it around inside of you, stretching you out with just his tongue beautifully.

"That-- keep doing that." You pant. trying hard to keep yourself from stuttering. More spit gets mixed with your juices and it becomes messier, more frantic as his lips buck faster and start rolling into the cushion. The fabric of his underwear beginning to grow a wet patch where his cock was confined. "Flatten your tongue." You say, your eyes never leaving his as he glances up at you. You guide him up to your clit again and he does just as he was instructed. "Good boy." You mumble out, your fingers ghosting over his shoulders. You start bucking into his face again, trying your hardest not to suffocate him. You tug on his hair to bring him closer to you. And he whines out. The sound again going straight to your core. Shit you really were close, you could practically feel yourself dripping onto his tongue. He grips your hips a little tighter. His fingers sneaking downwards towards your tights. His thrusts into the edge of your sofa become deeper and more frantic and he can't hold back any longer. He literally cannot.

After trying to concentrate on you more than his need to release. (Bad idea, now all he can think about is how you taste.) He licks, and swirls his tongue the way he came to realize you liked it after trial and "error" that felt more like teasing all around just where you needed him most for you. You could feel how much he was really paying attention to how loud you moaned and how much you squirmed under him when he did something a little different; Your hands grasped his hair a little tighter as he started fucking you with that delicious tongue of his. That's when, with a final buck of his hips into your sofa he spilled in his pants with a series of whines, never once pulling his mouth away from you.

The vibrations and those lovely sounds he was making was sending you over the edge. With his face burred in your cunt, you couldn't help but look down at him. And to your surprise he was already looking deep into your eyes this whole time. You couldn't help but wonder if he was staring at that way when he was coming. And god, the thought of him coming in his pants untouched from just him licking you. It did something to your already nearly coming state. A second later and you were coming apart just as desperately as he was. He made sure to lap up every bit of release you so lovingly spilled out for him. He was still grinding down onto your sofa cushions, not really caring about that dull ach that was starting to form within him. He's just still too hard to think about anything else than feeling relief again. And you're still bucking up into his face, no mater how breathless you are from his mouth.

You start getting aroused again from his mouth still being on you. "K-kiss, please." Is the first word uttered between the two of you after starting to come down from your highs. Kevin says it, you comply. He shoots up towards you and this time you're the one who is swallowing his lips whole with a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue. He couldn't help but breath out a little whine into you. It's more of a sigh of relief more than anything, though. All breathy, and stupidly hot sounding. Too good not to try and get out of him again.

He's closer to you know. His crotch on your thigh. Definitely in a much better position, you think. And that's when an idea pops into your head. You smirk into his lips and roll your hips into him. He freezes, his lips stoping thier movements on yours for a moment. He doesn't know how he should respond to this. Should he return the gesture? Should he just keep kissing you and not do anytging about it? Do you wanna go again cause fuck he would not in the slightest be opposed to that. He slowly pulls his kiss blown, wet, and puffy lips away from you. You can't help but think that you're mezmerized by the taste, the feeling, of him him him. "Can I--" He can barely get the words out of his mouth, his mind too clouded by pure lust for you. And maybe just a little bit of nervousness of what you're going to say. Luckily, you know what he was aiming for. "Yes! Fuck, god please yes." You say quickly.

At that moment, just like before. All you want is him. Near you, on you, all over you it really doesn't matter. And by the look in his eyes and the way he feverishly kisses you after you stop talking he might even want it more than you if that was even possible. Not a minute later he grinds into you, unable to stop himself, really. You just feel so good. Any of you and all of you. Even if it was "just your thigh." Though it wasn't "just" anything to him. far from it. Any part of you he could have. Whatever part of yourself you'd let him partake felt wonderful to him. He starts panting again as you chase his thigh and grind up against him. You let out a throaty groan. And wow, before then he didn't think someone's thigh could fee so nice. So satisfying to all his senses and more. His sweat pants clad legs. Oh god you never thought that someone’s thigh could feel so good to you. He had it positioned just right, no doubt on purpose. So that whenever either of you two moved his right bone that would wonderfully flex would rub up against your clit deliciously. In a way that made you wanna suck and bite on his lips. And that made you realize that he still has his pants on. And that now, you really wanted to see him. All of him. So only one of you having your pants off simply won't do. You snuck your hand down to his bulge just like before.

"it feels really ah! good when y-you do that." He sighed out when your hand made contact with his length. He bucked into your hand then looked at you with sorry eyes. He had a feeling he knew you were just trying to remove his pants. And he wouldn’t be supposed to that. You’d be equal. Skin on skin. And you know not trying to give him a hand job. But he really couldn’t help himself.

Believe me, he wanted to. He really wanted to. But you, both of you, here, like together. It was too much to handle. He realizes he probably sounds really needy. But he also realizes that you don't seem to mind. If anything, it kinda looks like you enjoy him being like this for you. He let the final bit of nervousness that bubbled up out of him and into his mind slip away from his mind as you slipped off his pants. You take a final glance at him before you, under you. Asking for permission by toying with the elastic of his boxers. He nods his head. "Mmhm. Yes... Please." He breathed. You slip your fingers expertly inside just like you had so easily pulled off his pants. Your fingers come in contact with his rock hard dick and all thoughts leaves his mind. He doesn't know what to do. He wants to throw his head back and let the moan fly past his lips about just how good it all feels with you on top of him like this. He also really wants to lean forward towards you and suck on your neck or your chest, or just something to show you how much he likes what you're doing.

He settles for a groan into your skin.

You grind down on him, his thigh providing a perfect sensation to bring you closer to your high. It seems to hit you just right. And if you had been wearing your underwear and shorts still you would've long soaked through them. It was like him and body was practically made for you. "You know you can touch me too, right?" You asked him, sounding a little more breathless than you wanted to from all those wonderful sensations he was giving you. Looking down at the man, you saw he was halfway unraveled under you. At the invitation his hands shoot up to your hips and run up and down your sides, taking a second to respond cause of how delicious your hand felt wrapped around him tightly like it was. "Oh, uh yeah-- mm! sorry." He broke his sentence when your thumb brushed past his tip. That made him want to give you more too. You know, make you feel the same wonderful way you were making him?

He flexed his thigh again and bucked it up into you to meet the next roll of your hips halfway. "Oh, god-- Kevin!" You grunted. "S-top, stop teasing." He whimpered at your words. He felt good. Well, more than good knowing that he made you feel that way. No longer was he focused on both of you. Now it was just all you and how he could bring you to the edge along with him. Both of you are panting, the skin of your legs sticking together and your torso feeling just as hot at your core as his warm lovely hands feel around you. In a spur of the moment decision, he holds your hips, steadies them, and helps you grind on his thigh. You let out a long breathy sigh of relief at the feeling he's made for you. This angle makes the stimulation a little harder, and boy does it make you go into overdrive. Your hand picks up speed stroking him as he helps you get off on him, loving and relishing the thought himself.

It feels like heaven in a moment this way. All of your slick is pooling onto him. But he doesn't mind, it makes him wanna cum right now actually. Your heat starts pulsating on him a few seconds later and neither of you could take it anymore. IT was the feeling of his bare warm thigh rubbing up against your bare heat as it feels like he's almost torturing your clit with how good it feels. The both of you came together. Him with a high pitched strangled moan and you with something equally as desperate. He whines deliciously with his face buried into your neck. Noting else on either of your minds except each other. Your fingers become sticky with his release to match the skin of his thigh. You're left panting and wreathing as you fall on top of him, his chin landing on top your head and planting a kiss there a second later. You're still clenching around noting as he wraps his arms around your back.

Your hand releases him and you slide yourself off his thigh. He lets out a hiss because of how sensitive he is and because of the loss of the warm comforting contract of your palm. He faces you as you lay there beautiful next to him. You're all sweaty and tired from the lovely whirlwind you took each other on, but to him you couldn't have looked more amazing as your panting faded away in sync. "Sorry I made a mess on your hand." He said into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin and kiss nose rubbing up against you. You perked up at that, almost having forgotten about it before. You looked down at your hand at your side. "Oh yeah... that." You chuckled, bringing your fingers to your mouth as you made eye contact with him. He seemed to realize what you were about to do and grabbed your wrist the minute it was close enough to his reach.

You watched him as he guided them to your mouth and dipped them in ever so gently that the touch would barely be viewed as anything sexual. He looked at your in awe as you sucked on your own fingers. Once they were out of your mouth he did the same with his own, savoring the taste of your arousal on his tongue the same way you had done with his. It brought him back to not long ago when he was licking you to your first orgasm. And he never wanted to stop tasting you, and it. "God, y/n." He starts, throwing his head back onto the pillow he had slept on earlier you both were cuddled up on, "You taste so good." You enveloped his lips in a kiss, your mouths moving in perfect sync just as before. Everything you both felt poured into one act seemingly as simple as that. You both eventually (sadly) had to brake apart. You tucked the hair that fell into Kevin's face up and behind his ear, your fingers lingering there for a moment. He popped up into a sitting position.

"I'll go get a cloth for the uh... mess." HE gestured towards his leg and the rest of his release on your hand as he was searching for his pants underneath the messy blanket. He slipped them on, not bothering with his shirt, not like you minded one bit. He really was a sight to see. A second later you heard the water running in your bathroom and pulled yourself off the sofa too. Your feet hit the cold floor with a chill, already missing his warmth. You shimmed on your underwear and headed to where Kevin was found, standing in front of your sink shutting off the water. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him peel down his pants and wipe of the remnants of your slick off his thigh. You didn't think about much while you were posted there, just breathing lightly and freely. Just like you always felt you could around him. Once he was done and he had cleaned off your hand (he insisted he do it.)

You kissed him dearly. Neither of you really want to let go or think about what any of this would mean for both of you. Just that it felt really good and really right. You pulled him down to you more, seated on your toilet. His hands found their places on either side of you. A feeling safe rather than caged in. He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. "We've got all night... Or forever to do whatever you want. Whichever one works." He smiles

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[𝟗:𝟑𝟎 𝐩𝐦] “Can we please cuddle?” you looked up at the silver-haired male.

“Didn’t I just tell you I’m tired?” he sighed, laying down on his bed.

“Which is the perfect time to cuddle…” your lips forming into a small smile.

“Baby please… You just came back from a world tour and I only got to see your ass once while you were away. You’re bein’ mean,” she added with a small whine.

Sooner or later Changmin would give in. He didn’t mind cuddling with you, it’s just that he was exhausted. Mentally and physically, he just finished a tour and now they had a comeback right around the corner.

“Come here…” he huffed, causing you to squeal a bit.

It didn’t take you long to crawl over him, wrapping your legs and arms around his body. You missed laying next to him, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re very tense, you can vent to me until you fall asleep,” and that’s exactly what he did. you listened to everything that came out of his mouth until he fell asleep.

“Goodnight…” you pecked his lips with a slight smile.

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

so this was just some random drabble, i am working on two request i have and then i’ll probably close my request indefinitely because i forgot how busy i am with work and college 🥲 hope y’all like this because this was from a dream i had.😅

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ssosmii · 8 months

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Hi guys, It’s somii!

(omg first tumblr post!)

Making a ambw kpop imagine book on wattpad if anyone is interested. If you are, requests will be available on here!!!! And I will be publishing some imagines on tumblr. I will be updating this book as much as possible. Info abt the book will in the introduction. :) Enjoy!!! 😁

somii 🫶🏾 💕🐝

#nct #tbz imagines #nct imagines #enhypen #exo #txt #kpop imagines #ambw fanfic #ambw smut #ambw kpop #ambw scenarios #p1harmony #shinee #seventeen #black fem reader #black reader

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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Juicy Lover (Lee Juyeon x Dom!Reader) Chapter 1

Story Warnings: Femdom, pegging, smut, unprotected sex, cum eating, bdsm, anal

Chapter Warning: Sex toys, orgasm denial, Juyeon pet names are : Juicy and Princess. He called you mistress.

Word Count: 1392

"Ju, hold still," you stare at him with a dedicated smirk.

"Mistress, it's too good. I'm gonna come," Juyeon moans out, and you roll your eyes.

"Ju, you were late to our session, again. So, no, you don't get to come," you inform him.

Your hand works his favorite fleshlight up and down his thick length.

This is the site that you crave to see and experience. You love needy Juyeon with his legs spread for you. His dark hair is moist with sweat, just barely covering his eyebrows.

He's nude, and his body is glistening with sweat. You stare into his eyes, almost putting him into a trance.

"Why aren't you calling me baby or slut?" Juyeon vocalizes with neediness caught in his throat. His hands are gripping the expensive hotel sheets.

He's whiny and needs you to degrade him in only the way you can. But, you know that's what satisfies him. You know what gets him to climax, but tonight he isn't going to get to experience that.

Juyeon shuts his dark brown eyes, and his mouth is slightly open with his perfect plump lips.

Juyeon's body rises off the sheets, and you can tell by the way his body is shaking that he's close.

Dangerously close, and now you are on the other end deciding how much closer you're going to let him approach his orgasm.

But you pull the fleshlight off of him. Usually, you would slide it off inch by inch, but this time you snatch it away from him.

Juyeon's body jerks up against the air, almost like he's trying to chase the toy.

"Mistress, please.." Juyeon tries to plead with you. You know your baby is in dire need, but you must teach him a lesson.

"I need to cum so bad. I'll do anything," Juyeon adds.

"Anything just to release in front of you."

Juyeon's whiny tone makes you feel something, but you will stand firm in your decision.

You finally open your mouth to speak, and your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

You stand up and walk over to it. You look down and see your best friend Chani's name flash across the screen.

"Don't make a sound," you instruct Juyeon and grab your phone off the table. You swipe it to life and answer.

"Yes, my evil twin. How can I assist you today?" You tease.

You grab the lube from the nightstand, and you squeeze it into your left hand.

You stroke his dick with the warming lube, and you see him chewing at that plump bottom lip again.

This man is silly putty in your hands to do whatever you please.

"Why aren't you home? It's Taco Tuesday. I got the tequila and tacos."

"Shit, shit. I forgot. Did you bring anyone else?"

"Nope, just me. Come home," Chani says, and you can tell he wants to talk to you about something.

"Uh," you look at Juyeon, who is mouthing, "I need to cum, mistress, please," Juyeon begs to release.

"I'll be there in twenty."

"Where did you go?"

"Uh, Juyeon had a break in between practice."

"Oh... Juyeon. Alright, see you soon," Chani ends the call.

"Princess, I have to go," you slip your hand off of him and place a quick peck against his lips.

You stand up from the bed. You toss your phone on the bed. You walk over to the bathroom and wash your hands.

Juyeon's heavy bare footsteps tap against the carpet behind you. You already know what he's going to say.

"I still don't have to be to practice for forty-five minutes. I want to be with you, Mistress," Juyeon coos behind you.

You look at him in the reflection of the mirror. "You were late, and you made me wait. I have somewhere to be."

"It's not fair," Juyeon groans.

"Chani is my best friend, and he made plans with me in advance. It slipped my mind when you called me out of the blue."

"You act like we aren't in a relationship."

"We schedule our special sessions. Random meetups aren't a part of our agreement."

"You don't have to be so formal. I should be able to spend time with you."

You turn around, and Juyeon's slim naked body is standing over you. You have harsh words for him, but you swallow them. This isn't worth it right now.

"You make me wait in a hotel room for over an hour for you."

"You know my schedule is erratic, and I try my best to spend as much free time with you as I can. My group is finally blowing up."

"Okay, Juicy, I'm not arguing with you," you say. You walk out of the bathroom and go over to grab your coat.

"That's it? You have nothing to say. You're not going to slam me against the wall and fuck me with your strap? Nothing?"

"Ju, you're acting kinda toxic right now. Next time be on time, or I won't let you cum," you say.

"What the fuck ever."

You know that he is trolling you right now. He'll do anything to bait you into staying for some idea that gets him riled up and turned on. But, tonight, you aren't for the mind games.

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You insert your key into your apartment, and you hear the television on. You come in and close the door behind you.

Chani leaps over the couch and runs over to you. "Bestie! You're home."

"You started drinking without me?"

"A little."

"How was your time with Juyeon?"

"Uh, it was okay. He was complaining about me leaving."

"He's just jealous."

"He has no reason to be. I'm his girlfriend and have been for eight months."

"He's a drama queen. I don't get why you like him. He's annoying too."

"You wouldn't understand," you say. You take your coat off and hang it on the rack and your keys.

You slip out of your shoes and place your mail on the kitchen table.

"Oh yeah, the boys want you to come over next week to play kings."

"Uh, the whole group? You know I don't like being around everyone. It's too chaotic."

"No, just the maknaes. You know they love you."

"Right, okay. I'm down."

"Good."

You wash your hands in the kitchen and sit down with Chani, who already has everything spread out for you.

"Are you staying the night?" you ask.

"Probably. Taeyang is having a girl over, so he asked for the room."

"Ooo, fun. I didn't know he was dating someone."

"He doesn't date. He just fucks around."

"Oh, okay. I'm not surprised," you say. Chani hands you a shot, and you both clash your glasses together.

"So, what's been going with you?" Chani asks.

"Nothing really. I'm quite lonely. I hardly see Juyeon because he's so busy these days. I wish I had girlfriends."

"I'm not enough?"

"I mean, you are, but I want to talk about relationship stuff, and I know you don't like Ju, so I don't want to talk to you about him."

"I didn't think me introducing you two would turn into a relationship. I didn't even know that he likes black women."

"I know me either. I usually don't like pretty boys."

Your phone buzzes, and you see a picture of Juyeon naked on the hotel bed you just left.

Juyeon: Mistress, I will make it up to you. I promise.

Y/N: Ju, you say this all the time. I'm just tired of you making plans randomly, and then you're late or cancel.

Juyeon: Can't you be understanding for once?

Y/N: I am understanding. I'm quite tolerant

Juyeon: I'm sorry that my company is pushing us hard. This is our moment

Y/N: You know I support your career, but just don't make plans unless you are sure

Juyeon: I will work on that. Can I spend the night after practice? You can hold me and tell me how pretty I am.

Y/N: So needy, but not tonight. Chani is staying.

Juyeon: Kick him out. Or better yet, we will both be there. See you soon.

You roll your eyes at this unnecessary competition he has with Chani.

"What bullshit is your boyfriend spewing today?"

"He's spending the night."

"No, he isn't. I'm staying."

Chapter 2

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moonlightdreamzz · 3 years

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how do you guys feel about smut coming to this page?

#ateez smut #kpop ambw #kpop poc #poc kpop #ambw kpop #kpop black reader #tbz smut

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ericbrainrot · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟎.𝟔𝐤

"I brought your favorite snacks," voice echoing in the apartment.

There was no response, so you began looking for the quiet male. It's been like this for a few days now, Eric staying over your apartment.

"C'mon Eric!" slightly whining while you gave up your search for him. He couldn't have been too far but somehow, he'd manage to not be seen.

"Fine," the stomping of his feet caused you to raise your head a bit, staring him down as he walked down the hall.

His hood was tightened around his head while he sat across from you while you handed him his food. At least he had his face showing. Yesterday, he blocked his entire face.

The swelling around his eyes went down a bit, which made you a bit happier. It was evident that he was still crying, but not as much as he did the previous days.

Seeing the love of your life cry hysterically and cry himself to sleep broke you. You were trying your best to cheer him up, and nothing worked. Just one little smile, you wanted to see one smile on his face.

All the backlash he's been receiving has taken a toll on him, and it's only been three days. You couldn't imagine how he'd be in the next few days.

"Thanks..." he muttered, looking down at his food.

"Eric..."

"I'm fine," he was such a liar. He made it seem like you didn't know who he was.

"You're such a bad liar and you know it..." you scoffed, looking at him.

"Look, if imma be honest... I hate seein' you sad. You're my fuckin' cinnamon apple, and you listenin' to those jobless bitches is killin' me. People are assholes and don't know how their words have an impact on people, trust me I would know. You shouldn't let their words have a bigger impact on you versus the kind and amazin' things your fans are saying. Your fans, members, family, and I; we're all here for you Eric. Fuck them hoes who are hatin' through a screen, because I bet you that they won't say that shit to your face anyways. I don't wanna see you cryin' anymore unless it's from a show or if it's tears of joy. Okay?" you looked at the male.

"You should be takin' this hiatus to silence all your social media notifications and focus on yourself. When you feel like the time is right, you can log in whenever you want," you added, taking a seat next to him.

The male placed his head on your shoulder and you could feel the tears seeping through your shirt. He didn't mean to cry again, but hearing your words did make him happy. So, he considered it tears of joy.

These past few weeks felt like pure hell to him. Being called these names and receiving death threats, he didn't know what to do. Taking a hiatus seemed like a good choice so he could take this time to relax and set his mind straight. Yet, he wasn't even doing any of the above. Crying his eyes out wasn't a way of relaxing or setting his mind straight.

Maybe staying with you during his hiatus will help him clear his mind. Just you and him, no social media. Not even scrolling through your phone either, this was time for him to become more confident within himself.

"Do you know how much I love you?" voice raspy as he let a dry sigh out.

"Yes I know, now can we eat? Because I know that you're starvin' just like me," you joked while he let a chuckle out.

Mission accomplished. He gave you a small smile.

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ericbrainrot · 3 years

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𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐙 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

6:30 -> drabble

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐁𝐀𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝐋𝐄𝐄 "𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐄" 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐄

𝐉𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

9:30 -> drabble

𝐉𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 & 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐍 "𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂" 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐀𝐄

sleeping with the prince -> drabble.

our secret -> sohn eric fic.

don’t worry -> oneshot

(yeah forgot that tumblr has a ten photo limit🙃)

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ericbrainrot · 3 years

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𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥:

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐞𝐱: 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫):

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲/𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

ummmm i just wanted to say thank you guys for 100 followers! i am currently working on more content especially for to all the boys who have rejected me! to see what groups i write for, please look at my masterlist you can request under here or in my inbox!

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sangyeon x black!gender neutral reader drabble.

[6:30 pm] the sun was setting. the sky was beautiful combination of red and orange as the sun stayed in the middle. you looked to the right of you and saw sangyeon sitting there on the blanket with a fascinated look. it was like he has never seen the sunset before and you found it cute.

"beautiful isn't it?" you chuckled, looking at him.

"amazing,” he gushed with the biggest smile on his face.

you placed your head on his shoulder as the birds passed by in the sky, and the clouds were drifting by as they usually do.

sangyeon just flew down from south korea and arrived home in the morning so he didn't really catch much sleep on the plane. all he wanted to do was spend time with you and sleep all day. so that's what the two of you we're going to do. you knew that he wanted to rest after his promotions, so you were determined to make his day restful.

the two of you just laid down on the blanket while music was playing through the speakers and you guys were eating pizza and italian ice, just feeling the vibe and relaxing.

as the sun finished setting, the two of you cleaned up the backyard and made your way inside. you grabbed the pillows from the couch and placed them to side so that you could pull the bed out and fix it up. it was one of those nights where the two of you decided to watch movies on hulu, netflix, or disney+ while you guys laid down on the pullout bed in the living room.

"i'm so tired..." he yawned as he jumped on the bed.

"are you seriously trying to break this again?" you folded your arms, looking at him.

he quickly apologized while staring at you, rubbing the back of his neck.

you laid down next to him while he grabbed the remote and went on netflix.

"a silent voice?" he raised an eyebrow and you nodded your head.

he clicked on the movie while you placed your head on his chest as he let out another yawn. as the movie went on, you heard snoring and once you looked up, you saw sangyeon peacefully sleeping.

"you deserve it,” you smiled, giving his lips a peck.

(a little sangyeon drabble)

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ericbrainrot · 3 years

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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you are the gofer of eric’s mother, who happens to be the prince that you are in a secret relationship with.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: prince!eric x black!fem!reader.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: royal au, drabble, secret relationship.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nothing too crazy.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8k.

"[your name]!" you heard prince eric shout from his bedroom.

"i am comin' sir," you softly shouted, making your way to his bedroom.

"i was wondering if you could help me button up my shirt," he spoke while a small smirk crept on his face.

"since when did you need help buttonin' up your shirt? you are a grown ass man," you folded your arms together.

"since i noticed that your small hands look good on my chest," his smirk still plastered on his face. sometimes you really wanted to smack him in his smart ass face.

"really?" you smacked his chest as he laughed.

"please baby..." his voice trailing off, staring you down with a small pout. was helping him with such a silly task even worth it right now? did he really need to see you this badly?

"fine, only because i work for ya' mother," you huffed, placing your hands on the buttons of his shirt.

"really that's your excuse? not even as me being your boyfriend?" the pout that left his lips, came back quickly. just looking at him reminded you of a child who didn't get the candy they wanted at the candy store.

"you're not my boyfriend. we're more like lovers," buttoning the last button, you fixed his collar and took a step back.

"wow that's how you're going to do me?" he took a seat down on his bed. it was evident that he was feeling some type of way. if there was something that you knew better than eric, it was the fact that he was terrible at hiding his feelings.

"well, it's true," you felt his hands on top of yours. he slowly brought you close to him.

"you know that i have feelings for you..." he sighed, making sure that you were standing right in between him.

"we are aware of each other's feelin's but it ain't gonna work out," a slight frown made its way towards your face.

"especially with your parents findin' you a princess," you could tell that he hated that sentence by the way he rolled his eyes.

"i hope you know i'll tell them no," his frown quickly changed into a tiny smile.

"you cannot disobey your parents eric. have you lost ya' mind?" your eyes widened, looking down at him.

but you knew that what you were saying went inside one ear, and out the other. you knew eric, and once he had his mind made up on something, he wasn't going to change his mind.

"especially to say you're going to be with me, your mothers gofer. do you know the embarras-." he placed his lips onto your lips, finding a good way to stop you from talking.

"no...don't...think...that...i...will...stop...talking..." you spoke in between each kiss, knowing it was a lie.

removing your lips from his, you looked at him with a small smile. he really was the cutest, but sometimes things don't work out in the way you want them to. yes, you were happy in this little world that you and eric created. yet, you knew that it wasn't destined to last forever, after all he was the prince. and you? you were nothing but a commoner compared to his royal status. you placed a quick peck on his lips before leaving his room while he sat there in a dazed state of mind.

"[your name]!" his mother shouted, running towards you.

"walk mrs. sohn," you sped walk towards her, grabbing ahold of her hand.

"i don't want you to trip in your heels," you added while she slightly chuckled.

"oh i'll be fine dear," she spoke with a small smile.

"will you be joining us for the event?" she looked at you with big eyes.

"yes, why would i miss it?" you nodded your head.

"good, because i have a seat saved for you next to my son," she smiled, tightening the grip on your hands.

"oh really?" you looked at her with a shocked yet nervous expression.

"yes, i hope you're not scared of cameras because you'll be within cameras view," she spoke, her smile never leaving her face.

"no that's fine," you shook your head as you tried to process what was going on right now.

"i know you and my son do not really know each other, but he is a real gentleman," you followed her down the hall as she walked over to her bedroom.

of course you knew how her son was. you knew that he was very sarcastic, but sweet. you knew that he had his way with his words so that he could get what he wanted, you knew that he was a real gentleman. you knew that he was a goofball.

but what she and everyone else didn't know was that you were sleeping with the prince, who happened to be her son.

(i have yet to see any tbz x black reader oneshots and stuff, but imma change that!😌)

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ericbrainrot · 2 years

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

this is for those who want to be included in all of my works!

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

one two seven squad!

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

yo dream!

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐕

and we’re gonna take over the moon

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

i know i love you

𝐂𝐈𝐗

let’s rewind

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝟕

calling my name

𝐏𝟏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘

if you call me a fool

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐙

i’m a maverick

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

i’m going crazy

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

okay, so i updated the tag list! once i update my masterlist, i’ll be adding more groups. i’m thinking of adding exo, shinee, and a few girl groups. please feel free to sign up for whatever taglist you’d like!

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ericbrainrot · 2 years

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{𝟎𝟏} 𝐄𝐍.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eric sohn x black!fem!haitian!oc.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none that i can think of.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.02k

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤

She was finally here. lying down on her bed while she felt the other side sinking. The feeling of someone else's arms wrapping around her waist while they nuzzled their chin into her back, causing her eyes to slowly open. She turned around to look at the male, and she couldn't help but slowly smile. 'so he decided to come huh?' she felt him tightening his grip around her waist.

"Eric..." she whined with a small yawn.

But he continued to nuzzle his chin on her back while she shook his arms, and he loosened his grip. It's been two months since the two have seen each other, but it felt like forever to them.

"I missed you..." he trailed off, placing a kiss on her back while she chuckled.

"I missed you too," she turned her body to the other side, so she was facing him.

"You just got here huh?" he looked at her while she nodded her head.

"Damn I wanted to go out, but I know you're tired," she scoffed while staring at him.

"Even if I wasn't tired, you know damn well we wouldn't be able to go out," he groaned while she rolled her eyes at him.

"We did last time and nothing happened. We just gotta be careful again," she could tell that Eric was itching to go out, but she didn't want to take any risk.

"We can order food here and just hang out and have a movie night," she suggested while he sighed.

Seeing him pout was irritating and upsetting. Yes, she would love to go out with her boyfriend and eat so happy with him, or just walk around out in the open while holding hands, but they both knew that could never happen. Well, until they were both ready to go public with their relationship. Which she knew wouldn't be anytime soon. The irritation came from Eric trying to sucker her into his plan that would lead to some chaos. As she took another glance at him and saw he had the same pout on his face.

"I'll order whatever you want, and it'll be my treat," she looked at him while he sighed once again.

"Fine, but I wanted to go out," he lifted his head and placed it on her shoulder.

"Boy, I know you ain't complainin'. I could always find a flight back home,"

"No no no no no," he squeezed her waist tightly while engulfing her into another tight hug.

"I was kidding," she knew he was lying, but she enjoyed teasing him.

"I'm sure you were," she rolled her eyes at him while she grabbed her phone and handed it to him.

Eric who quickly removed his hands around her waist grabbed her phone and looked at what restaurant they could order from. He also pondered on how much food he should order, knew that both he and Natacha had an appetite. After deciding on what two restaurants to eat from, he decided to eat from his favorite restaurant. Eric took his camera out from his bag and placed it on the dresser, while Natcha gave him a confused facial expression.

"It's a vlog, I'm not posting it anywhere," he reassured her while she nodded her head.

"Okay...." her voice trailed off, while she tried to hook her firestick to the hotel television.

Eric cleared his throat as he looked at the camera, he moved the camera a bit back while he looked at Natcha. running his fingers through his hair, he took a glance at Natcha once more. he grabbed her from the other side of the bed and placed her on his lap. attacking her face with kisses while she squirmed in his lap.

"Eric!" she shouted while he had a slight grin on his face.

"Hey, guys! I'm back with another vlog, even though no one is going to see this yet. I'm here with my beautiful girlfriend," he tried to turn her head to the side so that she could look at the camera, but she refused.

"Okay... so she's being shy which I don't understand why. If I were to do something right now, she'd be on my ass. Like I'm talking she'll be cursing me out," he added, while he moved his head to the side so she was wouldn't hit him.

"Today she has decided to come to visit me after two months. I'm excited that she's here because I needed her presence right now. Especially with our comeback coming soon, I just needed a hug from her. She smells like cocoa butter and it's the best smell in the world," he sighed, placing his head on her shoulder.

"But today, I guess we're going to have a mukbang today. We ordered a lot of food that should be coming here in like five minutes! But baby can you please look at the camera please?" he began to whine as if he was a child while she looked at him.

"How about when the food comes, I'll show my face for the unplanned mukbang ya' ass decided to do?" she raised an eyebrow at him while he scratched the back of his neck.

Eric agreed to her deal while he began to talk some more about their comeback. As he continued to speak to the camera, there was a knock on the door. Natcha quickly got off of Eric and walked to the door, where she grabbed the food from the floor. When he said that he ordered a lot of food, he was not kidding at all. She walked over to the second bed and grabbed a towel. Placing the towel on the bed, she placed all the food Eric ordered on top of it. Because he promised to make a mukbang, he grabbed the camera from the dresser and walked over to where he and Natcha were about to sit, and placed the camera down.

"Okay now for this mukbang, we're gonna talk about how we met," Natcha slightly smiled while Eric's eyes went wide.

"Watcha' eyes getting wide for? You said nobody is gonna watch this but you?" she playfully smirked while he just stared at her.

"Yeah that's true..." he grabbed a fry from the tray.

"So it was basically love at first sight... I was here I believe two or three years ago with my friends and we were at the mall. Someone next to me was being the extra one out of the group and completely shattered my phone into pieces. When I tell y'all I wanted to cry right there on the damn spot because that shit could not be used at all, and of course, this boy started freakin' out and actin' more extra than usual," he bit into her burger.

Natcha decided to finish chewing her before starting her story again, "So he's panickin', I'm tryin' my hardest not to beat his ass right? So he goes and tells me 'hold on I have to let my members know that I'm gonna be a while,' had my ass thinking 'members?' While I had question marks flying around me, what did he mean by members? It was after the fact that he came back I realized who it was. It was Eric, as in Eric from The Boyz. I remember him tellin' me not to make a scene or whateva, and he took me to get my phone fixed. Then he felt really bad that he took me to get lunch, where we exchanged numbers," she smiled, grabbing a lemon pepper wing.

"And I just wanna say that at first, I thought she gave me a fake number. I thought she was gonna hate me for shattering her phone, but she was so calm. Because I didn't know her at that time, I thought her being calm was a normal thing. After getting to know her, when she's angry and calm? You should run away from her at any chance you get because it is not lovely," he sighed, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"But I'll tell you guys this, I'm kinda glad I shattered her phone," he paused his sentence, looking at her. He was trying to hold his laughter in while she stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, but if I didn't shatter your phone then we wouldn't be sitting here together. Besides, I literally brought you a new one. Mind you that it wasn't even monthly payments, I paid the $2,000 plus," he whined while her mouth went wide.

"Just paint me as the villain here huh?" she sarcastically spoke, looking at him and then the camera.

Eric playfully rolled his eyes while he grabbed her hands, pulling her close to him. He sat her on his lap and pecked her cheek with a sheepish smile, nuzzling his chin on her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his hair while she lifted his head, "Don't go shy on me now after talkin' all that smack," she softly chuckled while he whined.

Natcha wished that Eric could see how staying inside sometimes had its benefits. They had more privacy and were able to be themselves without being caught, don't get her wrong she would love to go public with Eric. At the same time, she cared about his career and didn't want him to ruin his own career over their relationship.

Staring at him with a small smile, she slowly leaned in. She placed her lips against his while their lips began to follow each other. Eric moved his hands down to her hips where she wrapped her arms around his neck. Feeling him bring her body close to her, she removed her lips from his and placed them on his neck. She peppered his neck with little kisses as she remembered that he had a comeback in a week.

"Whoa... the camera is still recording," he nervously chuckled while she removed her lips from his neck.

"You said that it was only us who would see the videos? So why are you scared?" she teased him while he grabbed the camera and stopped recording.

"What if we were about to do was something more intimate and you know..." his cheeks flustered while he stared at her with a shy expression.

"I'm teasin' ya'," she nuzzled her nose against his chest while he huffed.

"Yet when I do it, it's childish..." he mumbled underneath his breath.

She gave his lips a quick peck while he whined. Ruffling his hair, she got up from his lap and walked over to the bed. She patted the space and he walked over to it, laying down while she climbed on top of him. There was music playing in the hotel room while she laid on top of a sleepy Eric, who had the biggest smile on his face. After not seeing each other for two months, this was something that felt like paradise. Just listening to his heartbeat and music was all she needed.

This moment was something Eric was looking forward to. Once he got her text message about being here, he quickly made up the perfect excuse to go see her. Seeing and spending time with his girlfriend actually relieved some of the stress he felt from the group's upcoming comeback.

Hearing her slight snores while he just stared at her felt a bit unreal. He was still having trouble believing that Natcha was right here, sleeping on him. The time and effort she made just to come to see him made him fall in love with her more because there were times where he wanted to recuperate the same energy back, but he couldn't. Soon enough he would. Soon enough he believed that the two of them would be able to live a life where they can publicly hold hands. A life where he would proudly call Natcha his girlfriend in front of his fans and members, but for now they had to continue to lay low.

The secrecy of the relationship was something that killed him inside, but he knew that if the two of them wanted to be happy together, they had to continue on privately. Relationships like this were somewhat common within this kind of world, it was like a double persona. Trying to keep your love life invisible while you were living the life of an idol. And to Eric's surprise, sometimes it felt like he wasn't in a relationship at all when he couldn't find the time to speak to Natcha at all. To him, he'd thought it'd be better to be free and open with his relationship. He didn't care who would judge him because he knew that his real fans would support him in his relationship with whomever he pleased. Sometimes he did have his worries about what would happen if he were to just reveal everything? Would none of his fans support him? Would he have to break up with Natcha? Would he be kicked out of The Boyz? All these questions ran through his head as he couldn't fall asleep the way she did.

This was all he ever did, think about their relationship. What would happen if they wanted to take their relationship to the next step? Would they have to get married secretly too? Or would he be able to reveal such a big secret?

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

okay so i’ve decided to post this from my wattpad account, but i am working on some request that i’ve gotten. super sorry for taking long, i’ve been so busy with work and school. thankful for thanksgiving break and hoping it’d give me the time to actually update.

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