#I don't think I am but girl is a catch and so fucking hot and DOES NOT see it! Which sucks! I wish she could!
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🍒 - 2 & 10 w/ jj plsss 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Awe I hope you like it!!! This was so cute and I loved writing it! Enjoy!
Only One Time
Pairings: Sweet!JJ x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sexual intercourse. More fluff.
Summary: Prompts 2 & 10 from this list.
Authors Note: I rarely write fluff so you guys better like this one!
JJ's POV:
It was just supposed to be a one time thing. That's what we told each other 3 months ago. We've had sex at least once a week since then. It wouldn't have been a problem if I would've just kept feelings out of it. I tried, I fought like hell, but every time I hear her moan my name, it sends me through a tunnel of love.
That is the same for this time as well. I am currently balls deep inside this amazing girl and she can't stop moaning my name and clawing my back. I like to think of her scratching as her way of claiming me.
Recently I've been trying to keep her in positions where I didn't see her face, but it never helped. This time, she insisted on missionary, so basically I was fucked. Haha literally. "Jay- I'm gonna cum- don't stop!" She moaned. Fuck, she said my name again. I can't stand it. "Me too, me too.." I hissed out. Y/N clenched around my dick and came all over it. It was just enough to tip me over the edge. I slipped out and spilled my cum on her stomach just in time. We both stared at each other with bright smiles on our faces. We both looked exhausted but she still looked perfect.
"What is it Jay?" She asked, catching her breath between words. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? " My cheeks heated up and I mentally slapped myself, I don't know why I just fucking said that.
"Uhm no actually.." She blushed and looked down at her fingers. I definitely couldn't take back what I said. Not that I wanted to, I just wanted to fucking hide for the rest of my life. "Well I think you should be told every day. You really are absolutely gorgeous Y/N. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I smiled and gave her a small hug. She seemed to blush harder now. "Thank you Jay, that means a lot to me." Y/N answered.
We laid there cuddling for a while, nearly falling asleep a few times. I'd like to say this was the first time we cuddled after sex, but it's actually become a normal thing since our 3rd or 4th time together. So yeah, pretty much every fucking time.
"Hey Jay?" She asked. We were spooning, one arm under her head, the other is laid over her hip, and my dick was pressed against her ass. "Yes Y/N?" I asked. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About me being pretty?" She questioned. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I mean it?" I was slightly confused. "No one's ever called me beautiful before and our situation isn't exactly easy, so I guess I just thought you said it in the heat of the moment." She sounded upset. "I'm sorry." I don't know why she apologized. "You have no reason to be sorry." I turned her so she was on her back and I was hovering over her.
"I would never lie about something as serious as that. Especially to you. I could never lie to you Y/N." I brushed some hair out of her face and she nuzzled into my hand. We couldn't stop our glossy eyes from staring at each other.
I'm not sure how but it felt like our lips were magnetic. They pulled us closer and closer to each other until they crashed together. We had tried kissing before in bed but that was so different. Before it was hot and steamy, with no emotion. This one was full of passion and desire, but not in a sexual way.
After our long, beautifully emotional kiss, I pulled back and we looked at each other with shock and what seemed to be the most intense feeling a human could experience.
"I love you. "
I said barely above a whisper. I wasn't afraid to say that anymore. I needed her to know, even if the feeling wasn't mutual. But her eyes softened. "I love you too Jay." She pulled my lips back into hers.
When we pulled apart I felt so much better knowing that she felt this way too.
"Will you go out with me?" My heart beat out of my chest as I waited for her answer but I had a feeling the odds were in my favor.
"Of course Jay!" I was right.
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My friend came back from uni for a bit so we had lunch and she's been struggling a bit w body image and I was trying to be a supportive friend without telling her how many crisis I've had over her being hot
#Like. Issa problem.#Litcherally caught myself thinking 'she should date women bc she's like catnip to lesbians'#She's tanky and short and plays football and has sparkly dark brown eyes and she takes care of her hair so it's super soft and smells nice#She's just?? Stupid hot??? In like the carabiner on the belt loop kinda way but also in the oh my god her smile way#And ALSO in the 'I saw her wearing a dress one time and could not get over how good she looked' way#She also has all of these funky earrings to the point where she packed a 1kg bag of them for uni and that wasn't even all of them#She's going to major in astronomy (has to do engineering first) so she can point out constellations and tell you cool space facts#Literally like THINK of the observatory and/or stargazing dates potential???#She can also COOK so so soooo well#This woman is a DREAM nd ppl were so mean to her in high school and all I have to say is that ladies need to take note okay#Typing this all out I realise makes me sound like I'm in love w her and. Yeah yknow what I got no comeback to that#I don't think I am but girl is a catch and so fucking hot and DOES NOT see it! Which sucks! I wish she could!#Because she is so cool and wonderful and amazing and it sucks that her self esteem has been affected by other people's bullshit!#But yeah anyway anybody want a girlfriend like I can set you up w my friend
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Stocking Stuffer prompt: phonesex with Eddie and the not so innocent reader?
smutty stocking stuffers day five — eddie munson x reader
Pairing | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk
Word Count | 2k
A/N | just when i think i’ve almost exhausted all sexual scenarios involving eddie somebody will suggest something i’ve never done 🫣🤍
It’s pitch dark in your bedroom. You know that much as you groggily rouse from your deep sleep to the shrill ring of the telephone by your bedside, unaware of how long you’ve actually been asleep for. It’d been a long day, you’d gotten home and just passed out the moment your head hit the pillow, blocking out the world in favor of a peaceful nap.
You pick up the receiver, holding it to your ear, “Hello?” You whisper, voice gravelly and throat dry, and you so desperately wish you’d thought of taking a cup of water from the kitchen before descending the stairs earlier.
“Hey, sweet thing,” Eddie Munson’s cool voice echoes down the phone, and you find yourself struggling with not rolling your eyes, because of course it’s him calling at this hour, “I can’t imagine O’Donnell would be happy to find out her best student didn’t show up for tutoring her worst student tonight.”
“Shit,” You mutter, rubbing at your sleep crusted eyes and groaning, “Sorry, Eddie. I fell asleep, forgot we were meant to study tonight. I can do tomorrow instead?”
“No can do, sweetheart, got Hellfire tomorrow night,” Eddie shuffles around on the other end of the phone, and you wonder what the fuck he could be doing, “What am I meant to do now, hmm? It’ll be your fault if I fail this class again, babe.”
“If you were that concerned you’d bail on your silly little club to study tomorrow,” You hum in disapprovement, flicking the switch on your bedside lamp and flopping down onto your back, hand splayed out on your belly – comfortable, “What time is it? I can maybe come now?”
“It’s one in the morning, I don’t think mommy and daddy would like their little princess sneaking out at this hour to meet up with a delinquent,” Eddie’s chuckle is deep, and you find your stomach doing flips because of it, “They might think you’re up to no good, we can’t have that, can we?”
You wriggle around a little, cheeks flushing hot, “Maybe I want them to think that,” You speak honestly, a breathy little sigh escaping you, “‘Good girl’ like me corrupted by the town freak? People would eat that shit up.”
“Maybe she’s not as good as everybody thought,” Eddie muses, and you can tell he’s grinning by his tone, “Have a feeling you’d get a sick thrill out of that, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, maybe,” You agree, hand gliding down your belly to dip into the waistband of your pajama shorts, unable to contain yourself, your pussy fluttering just at listening to him speak, “Hey, Eddie? I might have a way I can make it up to you.”
“Really, do tell,” Eddie’s humoring you now, he’s already right where you are, bare cock slapped up against his belly. He’s never been so fucking glad to sleep naked in his life.
“Yeah,” Your breath hitches as you dip your hand into your pretty underwear, fingers gliding through your folds to find them already soaked, you shudder at the feeling, “What’re you wearing?”
Eddie barks out a laugh, the unexpectedness of your bold question catching him completely by surprise, “Nothing,” He answers honestly, cock kicking up against his belly, leaving a smear of precum behind, “What about you? Probably a virginal white nightgown, knowing you.”
“Shorts and panties, some ratty old shirt – they’re black, though. Good girls don't always have to be virgins,” You remind him, and you catch the strained noise that comes from his throat on the other end, vibrating straight to your cunt. You swipe your fingers over your clit, sating the hunger only momentarily, “Wanna touch yourself?”
“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” Eddie feigns idiocy, even as he leans over to rummage in his bedside drawer for his bottle of lube. He uncaps it quickly, squirting a heavy amount onto the thick underside of his cock. You make a shocked noise on the other end, “I like it wet.”
“Lucky for you, my pussy is always wet,” You deal the first gut wrenching blow, and Eddie whimpers in response. You hear his fist wrapping around his cock, sliding up and down to get him nice and soaked with the lube, “Go on then, tell me what you wanna do.”
“Finger yourself for me, sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice is gruff on the other end, clearly overcome with the pleasure of his own fist on his hard cock. It does things to you, makes your pussy flutter.
You don���t know why you do it with zero issue, slipping your middle and ring fingers deftly over your hole, catching and dragging on the entrance so you can get them nice and slick, “Fuck,” You sigh quietly, sinking them both into your cunt in one swift motion, “My fingers are too short, I can’t reach that well. Bet your thick fingers would feel so good.”
Eddie chokes on his own spit, face flushing hot, “You’ve noticed my fingers before? Dirty girl, maybe you’re not so innocent after all.” His breathing hitches as he thumbs over the head of his cock, hand working himself and wrist twisting at the top few inches.
"Hard to ignore them, Eddie," You moan, tilting your head to the side so that you can rest the phone between your ear and your shoulder, dipping your other hand into your panties so you can thumb at your clit, a raspy little contented sigh escaping you, "Those fucking rings bring all the attention to them."
"Bet you'd love it if I fingered you with them on," Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, trying hard to rid himself of the image in his head otherwise this'll all be over too quick, "Wanna see you come all over them. I'd make you lick them clean, but you'd like that, huh?"
You gasp quietly at his words, voice going straight to your core, "I would, Eddie." You admit, thumb swiping over your sensitive nub in time with your fingers fucking in and out of you. You're so wet that the schlicking noises boom in the otherwise quiet room, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on even more, "Then I'd sink down on that big, fat cock. It's big, isn't it? I know it is. Can see the outline of it in your jeans."
"You're sick, baby," Eddie loses composure but only for a moment, slicking up and down his cock almost languidly, not quite tight enough to send him reeling but just enough to feel nice, so that he doesn't fuck himself over and come too quickly, "That pretty little mouth needs shutting up."
"Maybe you should do it for me, then," You're bouncing off of each other in an odd fight, and you're unable to tell if you're both equally as submissive or equally dominant, "Stuff those fingers in my mouth and choke me. You freaks are all into that shit."
Eddie can't help the groan that escapes him at that, almost admitting defeat, squeezing his cock a little tighter, hips betraying him and fucking up into his fist, the name calling always did it for him, "That makes you a freak too, no? Wanting me to choke you with your cunt stuffed full."
"Maybe it does," You shrug, fingers slipping in and out of your wet pussy like it's nothing, and you grow frustrated, "Don't feel full enough, Eddie. Wish you were here, your dick would slide into my soaked pussy so easy. You'd love it, I promise. I'd let you be so rough, wanna feel you in my throat you're that deep."
“You’d like that, babygirl? Like my big cock rearranging your guts?” Eddie gasps, hand flying up and down his cock with a renewed fervor, the wet noises of his lube covered hand ringing through your ears down the phone, and you’re gasping out loud, crooking your fingers to seek out that spongy spot.
“Mmph,” You garble in return, and Eddie’s deep chuckle has you clenching around your own fingers, thumb slipping over the soaked nub of your clit, sending you reeling, body like a livewire. Eddie always had such a mouth on him even in public, you might’ve known he’d put it to good use in the bedroom.
“You’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you? You’ll let me take that tight pussy whenever I want, yeah?” Eddie’s demeanor doesn’t falter, as he focuses his attention on the mushroom tip of his cock, fist twisting around it until his hips are bucking up.
“Anytime, Eddie. I’m your dirty slut,” You cry, the slick sounds of Eddie’s hands on himself making your skin burn up, doing things to you that you never expected. He’s insatiable, knows what you want before you even know yourself, knows just what to say and how to say it to get you going.
“Oh my fucking god, y’r killing me, sweetheart,” Eddie groans, watching as the head of his cock slides through his fist, stomach coiling and muscles tensing, “Wish it was your cunt I was fucking right now, need it, baby.”
You whine in response, the slick from your pussy drenching your inner wrist as your fingers sink in and out, making a mess of yourself and the sheets, “Gonna fuck me in the van before school tomorrow, Eddie? You promise? Make a mess of my needy pussy?”
“Shit, you want that?” Eddie’s stuttering over himself now, gasping and clamping his hand down at the base of his cock to stop himself from coming on the spot, “Wanna go to class full of my jizz? Leaking down your thighs in that pretty little skirt?”
You nod. It’s redundant because he can’t see you but you don’t care, “I’m gonna come, Eddie. Keep talking to me like that please,” You plead, thumb relentless on your own clit as your body starts to wind up in a tell tale sign of an impending orgasm, fingers crooking and just barely reaching your g-spot, you ache for Eddie’s skilled fingers inside of you, finding all the spots you struggle with.
“Right there with you, sweetheart,” Eddie moans, throwing his head back and baring his throat, hand going straight back to working his cock, fist tightening, chasing his own high, “Can’t wait for you to ride my cock, like the good fucking girl you are. Tell me you wanna take it,”
“Wanna take it, Eddie,” You cry, walls clenching sporadically on your own fingers, tummy coiling up tight, “Wanna feel you in my guts, fuck, fuck,”
“That’s it, sweet thing. Come thinking of my fat dick in your tight pussy, pounding it ‘til you can’t take it anymore,” Eddie’s hips fuck up into his own fist, precum weeping from the slit of his cock, “Baby, you’re gonna make me come. Come with me, yeah?”
“Ed– Eddie!” You squeal, tummy unraveling as you come, unable to handle Eddie’s words any longer, clamping your thighs together uncontrollably as you gush all over your fingers, making a mess of yourself – the receiver drops from between your ear and shoulder, but you still make out Eddie’s gruff moan of your name as he spills into his own hand.
You lie there momentarily, catching your breath as you slide your soaked hands from your soiled shorts, grimacing as the cold, wet material snaps back onto your puffy cunt. You pick up the receiver, “Still there?” You ask quietly, trying hard to contain your smirk.
“Pick you up at seven tomorrow for school?” Eddie pants down the phone, trying hard to ignore how good you sound after coming for him, in fears his cock will kick up again too quickly. He needs to ask before you hang up and it becomes a forgotten thing that’ll never happen.
You grin, rolling your eyes, but your belly does flips thinking of Eddie’s big hands all over you, thinking of getting to see his cock for the first time, “Okay... bring condoms.”
“So long as you bring your pretty ass in that tight little miniskirt.”
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Summary: y/n is partnered with popular party boy, Sam, for a project and she hates it. Not a request
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, slight angst, slight hatred towards each other, mainly reader towards Sam, mean comments, flirting, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, general filth
Word Count: 10.4k | not edited
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"I've been thinking about it.." your professor starts out, "..and instead of doing an actual test for the final, I'm going to have you guys do a project. On any historical event of your choosing."
"If we get to have partners, you're mine." Your friend nudges you. You look at her with a nod, "Oh of course."
"You will have a partner.." your professor continues and you look at y/f/n with a wide smile. But, that quickly gets ripped away, "But I will be assigning you your partners."
"Of fucking course." Y/f/n grumbles and you sigh, "Maybe he knows how well we work together. Maybe he'll assign us together."
She sighs, "I doubt that."
You knew she was right. You knew you'd probably get stuck with someone who would have you doing all the work anyway. Someone who has excuse after excuse as to why they can't get together and work on it.
Your leg bounced up and down as you wait for you and your friend's name to be called. Finally, towards the end, "Y/n y/l/n. You'll be partnered up with Sam Golbach."
You closed your eyes, completely shutting everything out as you sat in your anger, "Really?" You look at your friend, "Sam's hot. You just hate him because he's popular or whatever. I don't know. Some stupid reason that you just need to get over. You're lucky you didn't get stuck with Nevin."
"Is that who-"
"Yep."
You pout, "I'm sorry." You knew she was mad, but not at you. She was just taking it out on you, which isn't something new. But she was right, you did kinda hate Sam, but it wasn't stupid, well to you at least.
She rolls her eyes, "Uh huh." She stands up, grabbing her bag, "Gotta go meet my project partner." You sigh, "Yeah, gotta go find mi-"
"Hi." Sam is standing there with a toothy grin. You wanted to smack it off of him, "Yeah, hey." You roll your eyes as you grab your bag off the chair next to you.
"Hey, no need to be so hostile." Sam laughs and you stay silent, turning away from him. You start to walk away and he's right on your tail, saying hi to every girl that, god forbid gawks at him.
"Anything to fulfill your ego, right?" You mumble to yourself as you stare at the door ahead.
Sam jogs up next to you, "You say something?"
"Even if I did would it matter?" You pull your book closer to your chest and Sam laughs, "I mean, yeah. Kind of."
"Why?" You stop and look at him and he shrugs while shaking his head, "Because.. we're.. partners?"
You pause for a moment, "Yeah. Still wish that wasn't real."
"Why are you so negative about me? Is it because I haven't given you any attention?" He laughs and you gag, "no. I'm glad you haven't. And if we weren't partners, I would still be avoiding you."
"Avoiding me?" He furrows his brows and walks with you, "Am I that bad?"
You snort, "I mean, I just don't want to risk catching anything you may have gotten from the streets here at Silverston."
Before he can say anything else, you cut him off, "You don't need to explain yourself to me because I promise you.." you turn to look at him, "I'm not even going to risk it."
Sam's eyes move over your face as he pushes the door open, "Uh huh." He motions, "After you."
You roll your eyes walking out of the building, "So I figured we could just go to the coffee shop and start working on this final."
Sam sucks air between his teeth, "Actually.."
"I'm going to be doing all of this?" You sigh, "Good thing I already planned on it." You go to walk away but he stops you, "Actually, I have a date, but if you wanted to I can come over after."
You laugh, "No. thanks. I don't need you infesting my dorm with whatever you'll freshly be infected by whatever falls into your trap this time."
"How do I know you don't have anything? Sounds like you're projecting.. or something." Sam smirks and you roll your eyes, "While I am impressed you know what projecting in that sense means, I can actually show you my medical record."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He winks and you fight back laughter, "In your dreams, Golbach. I'll text you when I figure out what I want to do the project on."
You turn and as you're walking away, Sam yells out to you, "You don't even have my number."
"I'm sure I can walk to the street corner and get it." You yell back and walk away laughing.
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You lean back from your laptop, cracking your knuckles as your eyes scan over the page of notes that you took.
Your phone chimes, you don't think anything of it.
It chimes again. Still nothing.
Finally on the third, you sigh, "I'm fucking busy." You mumble as you pick up your phone. You laugh as you read over the texts from an unknown number.
I guess you didn't walk to the street corner to get my number.
Did you find an idea yet?
Date went awful. Text me your dorm info.
"Fucking. Sam." You clench your jaw as you think of something to say, but instead you don't. You just set your phone back down and decided that you'll tell him you fell asleep or something.
As you go back to taking notes, there's a knock on your door. You thought that maybe your roommate forgot her key again, so you get up, "Did you forget your key again, Lauren?"
You open the door, smile instantly vanishing as your eyes meet those blue ones, "What are you doing here?"
"We have a project to work on, remember?" Sam pushes the door open and walks in. You look around to make sure no one seen him walk in and you turn, "Yeah no shit, but I mean.. here. In my room."
"You weren't answering my texts. My date went bad, and-"
You cut him off, "Then you told me to text you my dorm info... so what I'm getting is that you still can't take a hint?"
He laughs and swings his backpack off his shoulder, "yeah, yeah. Let's just get start- oh. Shit." He looks from your progress then back at you, "You're really doing this thing aren't you."
"I need to pass Sam. With or without you." You walk back over to the couch, sitting down to pull your laptop on your lap.
"Oh, so you did read my texts." Sam sits down and you laugh, "Where have you been? We were already over this."
"Well fill me in. What did you pick?" He leans over to look at your screen, and you stay quiet as you take in how good he actually smells, but quickly snap out of it. You shake your head slightly as you clear your throat, "I picked the Battle of New Orleans."
"That's a good one. I was thinking that one, too." Sam nods and leans back. You raise your eyebrows, "Really?"
He goes into shaking his head, "No. not at all."
"Figures. You were only thinking about getting your dick wet." You mumble and focus back on the computer.
Sam laughs, "Think what you want, but with who showed up on that date, you wouldn't be surprised that I ditched."
"Who was it?"
He raises his eyebrows, "Do you really want to know or are you just nosey?"
You shrug and smirk, "Both."
He laughs, "Alright, well I had a date set with Candice, but her sister showed up instead."
You raise your brows again, "Well.. that's not really fair. Setting her sister up for failure like that."
"Yeah, I don't know." Sam shakes his head, "Her sister, isn't my type so."
"Of course you have a type." You roll your eyes and he tilts his head, "You have a type, too, y/n. We all do." You look up at him, "Oh yeah? What my type then?"
He smirks, "Tall. Handsome. Blue eyes. Dark hair."
"Is that why you dyed your hair?" Your eyes flick up to his messy brown hair, "I knew something was off about you."
"Ouch. That hurt." He lays a hand on his chest, "I'm not your type?"
"Not at all." You go back to looking at your computer and reach out to toss a notebook at him, "That's what I have down so far. I'm thinking we can just do a slideshow."
He grabs it, eyes scanning over as he nods, "What can I do?"
"Are you actually going to take this seriously?" You look up at him and he nods, "Yes."
"Okay. Good. So what you can do first, is get out of my dorm." You stare at him and he smirks, "You're so cute when you're mad."
"Ew. No. Get out." You close your lap top, "I need to go get dinner anyway."
"Let's go together. We can work on this while we eat."
Although the offer did sound tempting, you really didn't want to be seen with him, labeled as another notch in his belt, "I'd rather stick needles in my eyes and slam my head into the floor."
"You really don't like me do you?" Sam smirks and stares at you and you shake your head, "Not really, no."
"What did I ever do to you, huh? Seriously."
He knew you couldn't answer because there wasn't anything he personally did to you. It was more or less how and who he is as a person.
"You want an honest answer?" You sit up more and cross your legs as you look at him.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." Sam shrugs and you sigh as you lean forward to set your laptop on the small table in front of you, "You're a fuck boy, first of all. Second of all, I really don't want to be seen with you because I'm not going to be labeled a whore who's seen with the guy who's been in everyone on campus."
"I haven't been in everyone on campus." He mocks you, "I know that for a fact because I haven't ever been in you."
His words make your cheeks heat up, "Get out."
"Im joking. Im joking. I'm sorry." He laughs, "I had to. I had to, y/n.Now come on." He readjusts his sitting position and motions to the notes, "what can I do, other than get out?"
You sigh, "Why do you have to be my partner?" You grumble as you open up a new note book. Sam sighs, "Yeah I ask myself that, too."
"What's that suppose to mean?" You look over at him and he looks at you a few seconds, "Oh! I thought we were just saying things that we didn't really mean or weren't true or something like that." He snickers, "If it means anything, I'm glad you're my partner."
You snort, "Why? Because I'm smart and I'd do all the work? Or because you think you can get under my skin and torment me into wanting you?"
"I don't have to do anything, y/n." Sam smirks, "But since you said it. I do have to agree with you. You are very smart."
"Yeah, I know." You look down at the notebook that's lying between you and Sam on the couch, "Okay."
You write down a few things for him to research, "Here." You rip out the page and fold it up, "Look these things up and write down what you think is important enough to put on the slides."
He reaches forward and takes the piece of folded up paper, fingers brushing against yours, "I'll get right on that."
You pull your hand away, "Uh huh. I'm sure."
"I'm serious. I bet you I can fill this paper by morning."
"And If you don't?" You raise a brow, intrigued by this deal that's in the motion of being made.
Sam thinks for a moment and snaps, "I'll do the whole project myself.."
"Um, no. I really don't want to fail." You laugh slightly and he sighs, "Fine. You do one half, I'll do the other. And if I actually follow through my half.. I'll..." he looks around and shrugs, "I don't know."
You secretly liked Sam, but you put a barrier between you and him because you were saving yourself from the heartache of being cheated on or something.
"Maybe stick to one girl for once in your life." You look up, shocked that you just said that out loud, "I-um. I didn't.. mean to say that."
He stares at you, "Alright. You're on."
"You're lying." You roll your eyes, "As soon as you leave here. You'll be going home with the first bitch you lay eyes on."
"So come home with me."
"What?!" Your head snaps towards him, "No. no fucking way."
"Why not? That way you'll be able to know if I break our deal, and since we don't have any classes until next week.. you can just stay at my place." Sam shrugs, a smug smirk resting on his lips, "Just a thought."
"I have a math final Wednesday."
"So go to it and come back?" He laughs, "Look. I'm just trying to prove to you that I take deals and bets very seriously."
A twinge of excitement snaps in your stomach and before you can even take a second to think about it, "Fine."
Sam smirks and stands up, "Gather your shit. You're moving in."
"No. No. I'm not moving in. I'm just- actually. I don't even know what I'm doing." You run a hand through your hair and Sam walks over to you, leaning down so his face is inches from yours, "You know exactly what you're doing."
You squint, "Do I?"
He nods, "I think you do."
"What is it that I'm doing, Golbach?" You tilt your head and he smirks, "I think you like me."
"Wrong." You instantly say, "You couldn't be any more wrong."
"Then tell me why you agreed?" He stands back up, placing his hands on his hips, "I'd love to hear it."
You search for a reason, "Well, because. You, Samuel Golbach, are a player who needs to realize women aren't toys that you can pick up and put down whenever you get bored of them."
He chuckles, "That's.. not what I do.. but go on."
"It's exactly what you do, Sam. You pick a new girl, every day. Every other day. Maybe if they're lucky, half a week tops. Then you ghost them. Immediately moving on to the next victim.. I mean.. girl."
He laughs, "Oh I can't wait to prove you wrong."
"I will believe it..." You stand up, "When I see it. But you're on."
You start getting your stuff around, packing your school supplies and any other things you need.
"Don't forget clothes." Sam smirks as you look at him, "Yeah, because I'd forget the most important thing." You roll your eyes as he chuckles as you throw a few shirts and other items of clothing into the bag, "Alright." You turn and sigh, "Ready to see you fail."
"You mean win." Sam says in a smug tone and you sigh, "Yeah, whatever. I'm tired and hungry so let's just go."
As you walk out of the dormitory, you stop, "Wait. Girls aren't allowed in the dorms after this time." Sam laughs, "Who said I have a dorm?"
"You don't stay in a dorm?" You laugh, "Of course not."
"Yeah I have my own apartment right outside of campus." Sam points and you raise your eyebrows, voice quiet, "Of course you do."
"Don't worry. You won't catch anything. I rarely take girls there. I usually just kick their roommates out until I'm done."
"You're disgusting." You roll your eyes, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder with a groan. He looks over, "Want me to carry that for you?"
You shake your head, "Nope. I got it."
The thought of why you were doing this to yourself gets you through the walk to his car, "Why did you have to park so fucking far away?"
He rubs the side of his Tesla, "I don't want anyone scratching my baby."
You laugh slightly, "mhm." You throw your bag into the back and get in the front passenger seat, "This is actually quite nice, Sam. I'm impressed."
"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." He smiles and you huff, "Way to ruin it."
He laughs and starts to drive. About a half hour of silently wondering what the fuck you're doing later, he pulls into the parking spot in front of a nice looking building.
"Well, mi casa es tu casa." Sam motions from you to the building and you tilt your head, "Wow, someone actually paid attention in Spanish."
"Actually."
"There it is." You shake your head and reach for the handle to get out but Sam stops you, "I actually just know that because my friend Colby says it every time I go over to his place."
"At least you're learning something." You raise your brows and go to get out by Sam stops you again, "hold on. One more thing.."
You turn your head and look at him and he sighs, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm happy you ga- I've actually been wanting to do better and I just.." his eyes scan over your face and you feel drawn to him, "I just wanted to say thank you for taking a chance on me."
You blink, breaking your stare from him before you can do anything you'll regret three seconds after, "I'm doing this to pass my class, Sam. Nothing more."
He nods, "Okay."
You turn to get out once more, and he mumbles a quiet, "Sure."
You close your eyes, fighting to give him the reaction he's fishing for, so you just get out. You shut the door before going back to get your bags.
Sam gets out and waits for you at the front of his car, he chuckles as you glare at him, "You act like you're the only one who hates this."
"Then why did you-" you stop, letting out a groan, "I'm walking back to my dorm." As you turn, you're pulled back by the sudden grip on your bag, "Sam!"
"I didn't mean it like that. I just.." he laughs, "the withdrawal, man."
"The with-" you laugh, "You are unbelievable."
"What? I'm just being honest. Isn't the first step to recovery admitting you have a problem?" He laughs slightly and you shake your head, "That wasn't you admitting you have a problem."
He shrugs and you huff, "Can we just go inside please?" He motions, "I wasn't stopping you in the first place."
"Actually. You wouldn't let me get out of the car." You walk past him and he sighs, "I wanted you to listen to me." He walks ahead, opening the door for you and you nod walking in.
You look around as you follow him up the staircase. Your eyes move to the back of his head, quickly moving away from him as he looks back at you, "Do you want me to ta-"
"No."
"Alright. Don't say I didn't ask."
"I won't be saying anything. Trust me." You roll your eyes, stopping outside of his door as he unlocks it. He pushes it open and you walk in, honestly surprised that it's a nicely kept.
"Well, what do you think?" Sam shuts the door and you nod, "It's nice." Sam smirks, "Thank you."
You walk over to the couch, "So do you want to wor- really."
He looks up from his phone, "Yeah we can work on the project for a little bit."
You stare at him and he looks up, "Don't worry. I'm just texting Colby." You step towards him, "Um. What are you saying exactly."
"Nothing really, just that I have guest over."
"A guest." You roll your eyes, "More like hostage." He laughs and shakes his head, "Here. If you want to read them, go ahead." He tosses you his phone and you catch it, "Sam I do-"
"Read them." He walks over to his fridge, pulling out a beer, "You want one?"
You look up, shaking your head, "No, thanks." You go back to reading his messages between him and Colby and they're surprising not bad at all.
Sam is actually being nice, and not a jerk.
An unsaved number appears at the top and you laugh slightly, turning to him as you read it aloud in a higher pitched tone, "Hey Sam. It's Melina, was wondering if you'd like to take me out on a date yet."
Sam groans, "God she's annoying. Text her back something."
"Me? What do you want me to say." You stare at him and he takes a sip of his drink, "I don't really care, y/n. Just get her off my back."
You chew on the inside of your lip, debating on whether to ruin his life or not, "Okay." Your thumbs tap the screen and Sam walks over, "Whatcha sayin'?"
"Hey Melina, I don't think that's going to work considering I just tested positive for herpes."
His eyes go wide and his hands drop to his sides, "No the fuck you didn't." He leans in, sighing when he sees what you really typed, not going to happen. I'm done dating around. Have a good one.
He lets out a sigh of relief, "She's going to know that that wasn't me." He looks at you and you shrug, "So what? You wanted her off your back right?"
He laughs and nods, "Yeah. I did. Well, looks like you're in charge of texting all the girls that text me."
You roll your eyes, "I have a project to work on."
"Hey, me too. Crazy isn't it?" Sam smiles and you shake your head with a slight laugh, "Yeah. Crazy."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
"Jesus Christ, Sam." You look up from his phone, "How fucking ma- actually. Don't answer that. I don't need to know."
He looks up from his laptop and shrugs, "Sorry."
You set his phone back down and go back to typing on your computer, "Okay.. so.. I have the date, the location, and who won all on the first three slides. I'll add in.." you look at your notes, "I'll add in the commanders and leaders.."
"I have the casualties and losses along with stuff about the battle itself." He looks up from his notes and you nod, "Sounds good. Maybe we can knock this out in one night and I can go home."
You laugh, but Sam doesn't. He just gives a slight puff of air and nods, "Yeah."
You didn't dwell on it, not really letting yourself because you knew that if you gave in to him in the slightest bit, you'd end up hurt no matter what, so you just went back to typing.
You must have fell asleep while typing because you woke up a few hours later with a blanket on you, and your laptop was on the coffee table.
You slowly sit up, looking around slightly confused because for a split second, you forgot where you were.
You stretch your arms above your head, letting out a yawn before standing up. You turn around and jump when you see Sam sitting at the kitchen table, "shit."
"Oh hey, sorry. I didn't want to wake you and I couldn't sit on my bed anymore. My back was killing me." Sam looks back down at the computer.
You walk to the fridge, grabbing a water. You walk back over standing behind him as you look at his work, "Those look good."
He turns his head slightly to look back at you, "You think?"
You nod, "Yeah. I like how you have the pictures to the sides of the words." You point to the screen, "Wait, how many did you do?"
"I did seven." He leans back in his chair, "is that alright with you?"
You look at him, "That some sort of smartass jab?"
He shrugs, "It wasn't but it can be." He smirks and you roll your eyes, "Yeah, that's fine." You walk back over to the couch, grabbing your bag as you dig for a shirt and shorts, "I'm going to go change."
He nods, eyes focused on his screen. You walk into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror as you slip your shirt off over your head.
You change and exit the bathroom and Sam's eyes are immediately on you, "What? You never seen a girls legs before?" You laugh, "Oh wait."
"Yeah, yeah." He shakes his head with a smirk, "You're lucky you woke up. I forgot about our deal and I was getting ready to see what Felicity was doing."
You felt some sort of jealous twinge, and you honestly wanted to puke. You knew Sam wouldn't last. You just want to stick it out so you could prove him right.
"Nice." You sit back down, back facing him and you hear him get up, "Why are you being so short?"
You shrug, "Maybe because I just woke up. Not everything is about you Sam."
"When did I say it was?" He leans on the back of the couch, "I don't think I did."
You nod, "Right. Right." You turn back to face him slightly, "Good for you, Sam. I'm proud that you didn't text one of your hoes."
"I know that's sarcasm but I'll take it." He taps the back of the couch and walks back over to the table.
You could strangle him, but at the same time, being this close to him, you wanted to just fuck him. Just so you could say you could, but also at the same time, you didn't want to be one of the girls that you ridicule for falling for him.
But you are, you just couldn't admit to it.
"If you want to go back to sleep, you can go sleep in my bed. I'm fine out here." Sam offers and you deny, "I'm fine out here, too."
He chuckles, "Sheets are clean if that's what you're worried about, sweetheart."
"Not what I'm worried about but thanks." You mumble as you type, "Did you put in about- nevermind. Found it."
You can feel him watching you. His eyes are burning holes in the back of your head.
"You okay?" You ask, "I can tell you're staring at me and it's me making me very uncomfortable."
"I beg to differ." Sam shoots back.
You look back at him, "how so?"
He bites his lip and tilts his head, "If you weren't comfortable enough already, I think you would have worn sweats and maybe a sweatshirt.." he takes a deep breath, "Not those.. shorts."
"What's wrong with my shorts?"
He shakes his head, "N-nothing. I didnt- fucking forget it."
You smirk as you turn back around, biting your lip as you know you're now getting under his skin.
Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll just kick you out.
But you found that part of you really didn't want to leave.
"Okay. I think I'm done for the night." Sam closes his laptop and yawns, "I'm going to head to bed since you don't want to take it."
"I'll be fine." You mumble and Sam walks up behind you, "I mean, it is a king size bed so.. feel free to join."
You turn your head, not realizing he was that close. You jerk your head back, "I think I'll survive on the couch."
He shrugs and stands up, "suit yourself." He walks over to the door, turning to face you, "Offer still stands."
"Is this you going through your so called withdrawal? If so, it's incredibly pathetic." You look over at him and he shrugs, "Maybe. Or maybe I just like you. Maybe that was my plan all along."
You roll your eyes, "Mm. Sure it was."
"Oh and here." He tosses you his phone, "In case anyone tries to phone be for a late night booty call."
"Will it happen?"
He nods, "Probably. There's a frat party going on so I'm sure they'll try and summon me." He smirks, "Night."
You nod, "night." You set his phone down on the couch next to you and try to focus on your slides. Sam taking his shirt off catches your attention and you close your eyes, whispering to yourself, "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
You crack your fingers, sighing as you set your computer on the table, "Fuck." You get up, walking around to behind the couch so you can stretch your back.
Sam's phone dings and you try to ignore it.
It dings again.
And again.
And again.
Finally, with a sigh, you bend over the couch, picking it up to read whatever sexual message you'll see this time. They're messages from a Veronica,
Sammm babyyy. Where are you? The party is almost over!
"Yeah.. it's almost four am?" You mumble to yourself as you continue reading.
Sam!!
Sam!! Wake up. I need a ride.. back to your place..
"Desperate much?" You laugh quietly and smirk as your eyes read over the last message.
You're really just going to ignore me?
You bite your lip, glancing over at an already sleeping Sam in his room and back down to the phone. Your heart starts beating faster as your thumbs type the words, Sam's busy, honey. And to be honest, I wouldn't text him again.
You drop his phone down after not giving it another thought with pressing send, honestly slightly embarrassed, "I'll have to remember to delete those." You tell yourself, "Okay." You reach for your laptop, but his phone dings again.
At this point you're too nosey to let it go, and you were kind of having fun with it now. You pick up his phone, smirking when you see it's Veronica.
Who is this?
Seriously.. why are you with Sam? Who are you?
You roll your eyes, reminding yourself that you're to get these girls off his back. He wants to start over and since he worked hard on his half of the project, it's the least you could do, right?
But why?
Your eyes scan over the phone, rereading what you typed out, it doesn't matter who I am. Sam doesn't need you anymore.
You hit send and stare at the phone with the urge to go through it. You shrug, swiping out of the thread and looking at the messages. You're shocked when you see that Sam himself hasn't answered very many messages.
He's left them all on read.
You raise your brows as you take a quiet breath, the hidden folder in his phone will really show who he is. You click on it, surprised he doesn't have any passcode or anything.
You're even more surprised that there's nothing in there. Usually guys like him have nudes of multiple different girls, but Sam doesn't.
You continue to snoop, going through it all and if you didn't know Sam, you'd think that he was actually faithful because there's nothing in his phone.
You shake your head, realizing what you're doing and you swipe out of everything and set his phone down.
You close your lap top, setting it on the table before you lay back down, pretty much forcing yourself to fall back to sleep because the thought of liking Sam only made you mad.
When you wake up, there's a coffee and a bagel sitting next to your computer. You smile slightly and reach out, grabbing the coffee to take a sip.
You grab your phone, seeing you have a text from Sam, Went out for a run. Nothing more I promise.
You laugh slightly, typing back, okay.
You set your phone down, grabbing your computer and opening it. You look over the slide show and shake your head, you were actually surprised Sam is sticking to the deal.
You continue to work on your half, completely in your own little world until you remember you didn't delete those texts you sent back to that girl.
"Oh shit." You freeze, "Fuck." You lay a hand on your forehead, "No, no, no."
You hear the door open and you take a deep breath before turning around, "How was the run?"
Sam nods, "It was good actually. I ran without stopping to talk anyone, which was.. weird actually."
"I'm sure." You laugh slightly, sipping on your coffee. Sam walks over, his grey shirt damp from sweat, "How's the coffee?"
You glance over at him, nodding, "Good. Really good."
"That's good." He chuckles and sighs, "I'm going for a shower." He tosses you his phone down on the couch without another word and walks into the bathroom.
As soon as the door shuts, his phone is in your hands and lo and behold, the messages between you and Victoria are still there, probably very much read by Sam.
You curse yourself mentally, mainly because it makes you sound like you and Sam are together and that isn't what you want.
Then why make it sound like it?
You bite your lip, eyes scanning over the text threads. Your eyes go wide as soon as you see y/f/n, "what the fuck?"
You brace yourself as you go to click on the message thread but you hear the shower turn off and you set his phone down just as the bathroom door opens. You look over and he peaks his head out, "Can you grab me a towel? There's one in the basket in my room."
You nod, getting up and keeping your eyes on his room. You walk in, looking around as you find the basket. You pull the towel from the mound of clothes and walk over to the bathroom, "Here ya go."
He smiles and takes the towel, "Thank you very much."
"Welcome." You walk back over to the couch, pulling your laptop onto your lap and what you dreaded, starts to come to life.
"So.." Sam walks out, towel around his waist and hair dark and messy. You had to fight to keep your eyes off of him, "So." You shift around, clicking on a blank slide.
"I have to thank you."
You look over at him, "For what?"
"Helping me."
"With what?"
He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, "You know what.. do I really need to explain it to you?"
You tilt your head, smirking slightly, "Yeah, I think you may have to."
He places on hand on the back of the couch, leaning his weight onto it as he sighs, "I wanted to thank you for being so willing to help me."
"Help you with..." you motion your hand for him to keep going and he laughs, "Now you're pushing it." He turns and walk into his room, shutting the door behind him.
You glance down at his phone, shaking your head as you avoid looking through his and y/f/n's text thread.
The door opens back up and he walks out in a pair of shorts, "So did you study for that math final?"
You shake your head, "No I wasn't sure if I could leave or not.." you laugh slightly, "..but you leaving this morning told me I could so I'll probably meet y/f/n later or something."
"Mm." He nods as he walks over to get his coffee, "if that falls through, I'm pretty good with math so."
"Oh you'd help me?" You roll your eye, "I somehow.. don't believe that."
He leans against the counter, "Hit me."
You squint your eyes, "forty five times eight."
He smirks, "Three sixty."
You frown, "That was.. too easy." You sigh and shake your head, "Okay. Sixty six times... fourteen."
He pauses for a moment, closes his eyes as he thinks, "nine... twenty... four." He opens them and smiles at you, "I can do this all day."
"I gotta go." You stand up, grabbing your backpack..
"You're going to leave, wearing that?" Sam asks, eyes moving up and down your body. He chuckles, "Whatever suits your fancy, I guess."
You laugh to cover up how flustered you actually were, "I guess I'm just really worried about this test."
"I can help you. Be your study buddy."
You roll your eyes, digging out a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, "You're not my.. study buddy, Sam."
"Could be a whole lot more if you let me."
He said it quietly, so you didn't think you were supposed to hear, or did you?
"Did you say something?" You turn to look at him and he shakes his head, "No?" You nod, "Okay. Well I'm going to go change.." you point to the bathroom and slowly walk into it.
You close the door and shake your head, thinking to yourself why he would say something like that.
Probably just to get under your skin. Sam doesn't really want you. He's said it himself, he's been in everything but you.
Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but still.
Your phone dings and you look down, "Fuck." You sigh as your friend's message, telling you she can't make it to study.
You reply, alright. Thanks for letting me know.
You open the door after changing and walk out, "Soo.."
"She canceled didn't she?" Sam chuckles and shakes his head, "Should have just said yes in the beginning."
You roll your eyes, wanting to say he probably knew because he's secretly fucking her, but you but your tongue, "Yeah, I guess."
"If you don't want to study with me, you don't have to I lm ju-"
"No. I could use you." You didn't know how your words sounded until Sam makes his remark, "Yeah you could." He smirks and nods his head and you laugh slightly, "No, sa-" you sigh, accepting defeat, "Yeah, I walked right into that one."
"Sure did." He smiles and walks over, grabbing your math book, "What do you need to know?"
I need to know why you're talking to y/f/n, you think as you sit down, "I'm guessing I need to know everything."
"Good thing we have all day then, right?" Sam opens the book, "Okay. So anything from chapter one on?"
You nod, "Yep."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
After a few hours of answering the questions Sam comes up with, and catching a few glimpses of him staring at you, you let out a sigh, "Okay. I need to eat. I forgot to eat last night and that bagel, although it was good, it's not enough to hold me over."
Sam closes the book, sighing back, "I totally forgot I was hungry. I got so caught up in this book." He laughs and you smile, "I can't stand that book."
"More than me?" Sam smirks and you laugh, "You know what.. maybe a little bit more than you."
He lays a hand on his chest and sighs, "Wow. That's so nice."
"Shut up. You're working your way back." You laugh and stretch, "So. Late lunch?"
"You mean.." he looks around and back to you, "You want to be seen out in public with me?" He point to himself and you shrug, "I can just go myself and bring it back?"
He stands up, "Let me get a shirt. I'll drive."
You laugh as he gets up, and you grab your laptop, looking over your almost completed final.
"Looks good don't it?" Sam asks walking back out, "we did good."
You nod, "we sure did. I do have to say.. you shocked me, Golbach."
"Why's that?"
You shut your computer and look over at him, "I didn't think you'd do it."
"Have some faith in me, y/n. I know I have a bad reputation, but.." he shrugs, "I don't want to be the campus fuck boy anymore."
You stare at him, a million things running through your mind trying to slip off your tongue.
"What?" He asks, "You don't believe me do you?"
"I didn't say that."
"Then what?" He crosses his arms and you sigh, "Let's just go get food. I'm getting hangry."
"I can tell." He snickers and you push his shoulder as you walk by him. He lets out an, "Ouch!"
"Please. That didn't hurt." You laugh and look at him, "Do you want it to?"
He shrugs, "I don't know, I might like it." He winks and you shake your head slightly, "Do- no." You laugh and grab your bag, "Come on."
He follows you out the door and down the steps, "Where do you wanna go?"
"I kinda wanna go to McDonald's.. I've been wanting some nuggets." You look at him as you wait for him to unlock the car, "If that's okay with you."
You mentally smacked yourself, why do you suddenly care about what's okay with him and what's not?
"Whatever you want, sweetheart." He unlocks the car and gets in as you do, "I was actually going to say the same thing."
"Yeah?" You buckle up and look at him. He nods, "Yeah, actually." He starts driving and after a minutes, he laughs, "So. I have to ask.."
"Oh god, what?”
He rubs his chin and glances over at you, "How did you come up with the response to Veronica?"
"Oh.. god." You laugh and cover your face, "Can we not.. fuck, I forgot to delete them."
"No, no. Now why would you delete them?" He chuckles, "I thought it was a pretty solid response, y/n."
"It makes it sound like we're together." You roll your eyes and he shrugs, "So what?"
"So what?" You repeat, "I just-"
"You don't want to be labeled a whore. I know." He sounds annoyed and you sigh, "Sam. I didn't-"
"No. Actually, I'm glad I brought this up because I wanted to tell you. I've ever slept with four girls since being here." He looks at you and you chew on your lip, "Really?"
He nods, "you were just going off of what you heard other people talking about." He shrugs, "I'm good looking. People like me. I'm instantly labeled a fuck boy because I like to party and I'm always seen with girls."
"I'm sorry, Sam. I-"
He cuts you off, "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe.. there's someone I want, but they don't want me? Because I can assure you, that that is possible."
You stay quiet and he sighs, "Sorry.. I just.." he runs a hand through his hair and you hesitate but you lay a hand on his shoulder, "No you're fine."
He glances at your hand and sighs before he grabs it, interlocking his fingers with yours.
You're shocked at first, but you let it happen, "Did you sleep with y/f/n?"
He looks at you and laughs, "What?"
"When I was replying to the girls who- wait.. why did you hype yourself up like a fuck boy if you really aren't?"
"We can come back to that. Why do you think I'm sleeping with y/f/n?" He laughs slightly, "Did you not read the messages?"
You shake your head, "No, I didn't."
"Could have." He shrugs, "I was asking her about you."
"Me?" You raise your brows, "Why me?"
He smirks and lifts your hand in his, "This isn't enough of a clue?" He shakes his head, "Maybe I need to spell things out for you."
You smile and sigh, "I just.. I didn't want to do anything I wasn't sure you'd be okay with."
"You swore you hated me. Up and down, side to side. Called me, pretty much a man whore and told me I treat women like objects.. and I'm still here. I'm pretty sure you can hit me with a car and I'll come crawling back."
"Sam." You laugh and he laughs, "I'm serious. Since our sophomore year.. I just thought I'd let you get to know me yourself but.."
You cut him off, "I listened to the rumors in the wind, rather than.. yeah.. sorry."
He shrugs, "I know you don't trust me right off the bat.. I know it's hard but.. why do you think I gave you my whole ass phone."
"Okay.. I did go through it." You look at him and he pretends to be shocked. You laugh, "But that's when I hated you."
"What are you saying? You don't hate me anymore?" Sam smirks and you tilt your head, "Do I have any reason to?"
"Unless you're mad about the four girls, then no." He laughs and you shrug, "You did what you needed to do to get me off your mind."
He sucks air through his teeth, "Yeah, about that."
Your face drops and your heart picks up, oh god, you think, he lied about everything, "what about what?"
"Even when I knew you didn't want me.. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Shut up." You laugh slightly and shake your head. He squeezes your hand, "I'm serious y/n. You may be the boring girl who doesn't party and stays back at her dorm to study instead to some people, but to me.. you're the best kind of girl."
His words make your stomach flutter, "Oh." You laugh slightly, "I thought this was going to be a completely different conversation."
He smiles slightly, "I kept up the act because I wasn't sure how this was going to go and plus.. I like getting you going."
"Really?" You squint at him and shake your head, " I didn't notice."
"Really? Hmm. I gotta step up my game." He laughs and rolls the window down before he starts to order.
You tell him what you want and wait for him to finish.
"Thank you." Sam pulls around and lets go of your hand, "Don't go far." He smirks up at you as he reaches into his shorts to pull out his wallet.
"Do you want me to pay yo-"
"Nope." Sam cuts you off with a smirk and you smile, "Thank you." He nods, "Not a problem at all."
"So.." you pause as he pays, speaking back up when he pulls forward, "Question."
"Answer." He looks over at you and you laugh slightly, "the comment.. you made about rarely bringing girls back to your apartment.."
"Honestly. There was one girl there but she was a girl who came with Colby, so she wasn't even my guest, well I mean she was but she wasn't.. mine? I think." He laughs and you nod, "No, I get it."
He sighs, "Good. You make me nervous."
"I make you nervous?" You laugh slightly and he shrugs, "also why I kept up the show. I couldn't let you know you affect my badass exterior."
You roll your eyes, "Please. I always thought you were an asshole."
He laughs and thanks the person at the window before driving off, "Well, I can be."
"There you go. That's a start." You smirk and he rolls his eyes, "Whatever, let's just get you back so you can fill that pretty little head with knowledge for tomorrow."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·
As you wrap up the studying, you stretch your arms above your head, "I feel pretty good about tomorrow."
Sam nods, "Yeah?"
You nod, "Thank you for helping me."
"Does that mean I'm your official, study buddy?" He winks and you smirk, "Maybe. That depends."
"Depends on what?"
You bite your lip and smile, "On if you're going to make me sleep on this couch again."
Sam scoffs, "The offer to sleep in the bed has been there since yesterday." He stands up, "C'mon." You stand up, taking his hand in yours and follow him into the room.
"No funny business." You joke and he holds his hands up, "Not unless you want there to be." He smirks and you pull the blanket back, sitting out to swing your legs onto the bed, "What a gentleman."
He gets in next to you after slipping his shirt off, "what can I say?"
"You can say, Sam, you are such a good guy, I don't know why I ever listened to the rumors about you. You're also a very good looking guy too." He laughs and you sigh, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."
"I'll take it." He chuckles and lays on his back, arm behind his head as you lay on your side with your back facing him. Your eyes can the wall, mind racing about everything that's happened.
"Sam."
"Y/n."
You bite your lip and roll over to face him. He lays on his side and brushes hair from your face, "What's up?"
"Why didn't you tell me anything sooner?" You look up at him and he shrugs, "Your friend told me to stay away because of the image you had against me."
"But she.." you sigh and shake your head, "Nothing.. goodnight." You go to turn away but his hand on your hip stops you, "What?"
You look back at him, "She told me that I needed to lose my imagine of you and at least I got stuck with you as a partner instead of Nevin."
"She didn't tell you that we texted a few times? Always about you, trust me. You can read them if y-"
You cut him off, "No it's okay. And no.. she didn't tell me."
Sam raises his brows, "Sounds like she's jealous."
"Jealous? Over what?"
"Over me, liking you and not her." Sam smirks, "oh, and because I can do this." He leans in, gently pressing his lips to yours and you freeze.
He pulls away, "Sorry.. too soon?"
You stare at him for a few seconds, "No." you lean back in, pressing your lips to his, "I've actually wanted to see what all the hype was about anyway."
"Doesn't live up to it?" Sam smirks and you sigh, "Yeah, I say it does.”
He smiles, "Alright." His eyes scan over your face and he sighs, "Go to bed."
"You go to bed." You shoot back and he chuckles, "I'll go to bed when you go to bed."
"Fine." You roll over, lying closer to him and he smiles, "Get over here." He lays his arm over your waist and pulls you to him, "you can take my car tomorrow."
"Really?" You bite your lip, "You trust me enough with that thing?" He laughs and nods, resting his chin on your shoulder, "I trust you."
The next morning, you wake up before Sam, anxious about your final. As you're sitting on the edge of the bed, going over problems in your head, you feel a hand gently drag down your back, "You're going to ace this test, y/n."
You look over your shoulder at a still half asleep Sam, "You think?"
"Mhm. I know you will because I helped you study." He smirks and you push him, "I'll thank you when I pass." You smile and get up, checking your phone, "Oh shit. I'm running late."
You quickly get around, pecking Sam on the lips before rushing out the door. You throw your stuff into the car and get in, taking off towards campus.
As soon as you park, you run towards the building and y/f/n stops you, "Whoa, hey y/n. Where the hell have you been?"
You stop and point, "we gotta go. We're going to be late."
She shakes her head, "Professor Fritz postponed it for a half hour. He's running late himself, didn't you check your email?"
You pull your phone out, "No I didn't." You click on the new email that was delivered twenty minutes ago, "Shit. Well. Okay." You sit down on the bench and she sits down next to you, "So you gonna answer my question?"
"About where I've been?" You look over at her and she nods, "uh yeah. That would be the question."
You laugh slightly, "I've been with Sam working on our project."
"You've been with Sam? What do you mean?" She tilts her head and you shrug, "I've been crashing on his couch so we can knock it out as soon as possible, what's the big deal?"
"I just.. the big deal is.. you couldn't stand him three days ago and now you're sleeping on his couch?" She scoffs, "You hate him, y/n."
"What happened to me needing to get over the stupid reason as to why I hate him? You were so hell bent on me being okay with Sam?" You stare at her and she shakes her head, "That's before I knew just how much of an asshole he actually is. You were right."
"Actually. I was wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"Why didn't you tell me that he texted you about me?" You watch as her face goes pale and you can visibly see her stumbling over finding what to say, "I-I don't know.. I don't know what you're talking about."
"I seen the texts, y/f/n, and Sam also told me about them. Why didn't you just tell me that he likes me?" You wait for her to answer, but she doesn't so you sigh, "Look.. I get it."
"Get what?" She snaps and you shrug, "You like Sam. Right?"
"Who wouldn't?" She laughs, "I mean.. yeah. I guess I do, or did. I was just jealous I guess? I don't know." She shakes her head and looks at you, "Wait."
You raise your brows and she points, "Isn't that Sam's car?" She looks from the car to you, "Why are you driving it?"
"He told me I could. He also helped me study when you bailed on me."
"Sorry about that." She sighs, "I'm sorry about not telling you about Sam.. I guess I just let my jealousy of him wanting you instead get to me."
You thought for a moment, debating on whether or not you felt her apology was genuine, "I just.. I wouldn't have done that to you."
"No I know. And I knew that I just.. I'm sorry."
You see the doors open up and you stand up, "I gotta go." You turn, walking towards the now open doors.
During the test, Sam was heavy on your mind.
How he looked while helping you study for these questions.
His smile when you got one right.
His eyes, how they watched you as you thought about your answers.
The way his hands felt on your body when he held you all night long.
You blinked, taking a deep breath as you went back to trying to focus on your test, but it was hard. The fact that Sam really wasn't the popular fuckboy you thought he was all because he was too scared to be rejected by you, makes you really want him more.
"Thirty minutes."
You sighed quietly at the professors warning and made yourself crack down on finishing this final.
Once time was up and tests were collected, the professor stands up from his desk, "You should all know whether you passed or failed within an hour. You're dismissed."
You grab your bag, digging out Sam's keys before getting up. Y/f/n stops in front of you, "Hey wait."
"I gotta get back. I still have to finish my other final." You look up at her and she sighs, "How can I make this up to you?"
You shrug, "When I think of it, I'll let you know."
And with that, you head out to the car, making your way back to Sam's apartment. You never thought y/f/n would do something like this.
It honestly felt like a stab in the back and you didn't know how to feel other than mad.
You make your way inside and open the door. Sam looks at you from the couch, "Hey. How'd it go?"
You smirk slightly as you shut the door, "The part where I tested or the part where I called y/f/n out on being a backstabbing friend?"
He switches the tv off and raises his eyebrows, "You really called her out?"
You nod, "She said that she was jealous over you wanting me instead."
"She wanted me?" He laughs slightly, "Ah. I see."
You walk over and sit down next to him, "Yeah. She said she let her jealous rage come between us. She apologized and then asked how she can make it up to me.."
"What did you say?" Sam reaches over and twirls a piece of your hair. You sigh, "I told her when I think of something I'd let her know and then I left."
He shakes his head, "She messed up."
You nod, "She sure did. I actually kinda like you."
"Kinda? Yikes, okay." Sam laughs and you smile, "you're not so bad after all. I just don't understand why she would tell me I need to get over it if she was keeping how you felt away from me." You shake your head, "I don't know. She should have known the truth was going to come out sooner or later."
"Glad it was sooner." Sam smiles and pulls you to him, "Gimme a kiss."
You peck his lips and he shakes his head, "Um no. I said a kiss." He smiles as you smile and you lay your hand on his cheek as your lips gently move with his.
You lean back, "How was that?"
He shrugs, "It was kinda alright." He smirks and you push his shoulder, "Rude."
He laughs and brushes your arm, "It was amazing."
You smile and look down as your phone goes off, "Oh. That's so early." You look up at Sam and reach for your laptop, "My test results are in."
You click into your email and take a deep breath, "Okay." You wait for it to load and Sam moves over next to you, watching at the circle spins around and around, "I hate that it takes forever."
You nod, "Yeah, me too." You nervously chew on your nail and shove your computer into Sam's lap, "I can't look."
"Okay. I gotcha. Hang on." He lays a hand on your knee, "Still loa- oh. Okay. Here we go." His eyes move down over the screen and you hold your breath, waiting for him to deliver the news.
He looks up at you and a slow smile grows on his face, "You passed."
"I-I.. passed?" You ask in disbelief. He turns the laptop around and nods, "You sure did."
Without any hesitation, you lean forward, crashing your lips into his.
And it's an instant heat.
He moves the laptop, pulling you onto his lap fully, "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kissing you. You lean back slightly, "i guess I just really want to know what you're like in bed."
He chuckles and nods, "Yeah?"
"Do you not want to?" You go to move off of him but he stops you, grinding his hips up and he watches as your lips part, "I didn't say I didn't want to."
His hand slides to the back of your neck and pulls you down, closing the space between you. He swings you over, laying you down as his body moves on top of yours.
Your legs wrap around his waist and your hand runs through his hair, "Please." You whimper quietly as he kisses down your neck, "Sam."
"Please Sam what, baby?" He leans up, smirking down at you. You pout, "You know what."
He leans up, biting his lip as he undoes your pants and your hips raise as he pulls them down, throwing them onto the floor before he takes off his own shirt and works his shorts down.
Your eyes scan up and down his body as he's a lot hotter than you thought.
"Like what you see?"
You blink a few times, breaking the stare from his torso as you look up at him with a slight laugh, "Yeah actually. I do."
You sit up, taking off your shirt before laying back. Sam's brow twitches and he sighs, "Yeah, I like what I'm seeing too."
He leans down, cock pushing against your panty covered pussy and you whine, "Sam.. please." You look at him, "Fuck me."
He hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them down, quickly discarding his boxers and his body is quick to hover above yours.
All of the hateful things you thought about Sam are gone, right in this moment.
It was just you and him.
He was all you needed.
He slowly pushes his cock into you and lets out a groan that mixes perfectly with your moan, “Sam.”
His hand grips your outer thigh as it wraps around his waist and he leans down to kiss you. You rest a hand on his cheek, “You feel so good.”
He smiles against your lips, “You feel even better.” He starts to slowly pull out and thrust back in, groaning as his pace builds up.
You clench around him, moaning and gasping as you feel so close to breaking, “S-so close.”
“You can do it, come on baby.” He kisses your neck, biting and nipping, “Cum for me.”
You wrap an arm around his neck, clinging to him as your body tenses and twitches, “Fuck. Fuck. F-fu-“ you moan loudly, digging your nails into his back and dragging up.
He groans as the pain from your nails almost sends him right along with you.
“Fucking hell, y/n.” He roughly kisses you as he fucks you through your high, “I-I’m go-“ he moans into your mouth, gasping as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Shit.”
He pulls out and you feel him spill over your stomach. You cup his cheeks, kissing him as he relaxes.
He leans up, looking down at his mess on you and he sighs, "You look so fucking hot like this." His hand drags down your thigh and you bite your lip, "I don't have any plans."
"I'm taking that as a challenge." He chuckles and you shrug, "Take it however just as long as we're naked in that bed."
"Come on." He grabs your hand and pulls you up, "Well clean up later." He winks and drags you into his bedroom, shutting the door with a slam.
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I just want to give a huge thank you for all the patience. December has NOT been easy for me whatsoever, but the constant support and nice messages mean the absolute world to me. So I thank each and every one of you for that. <3
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bsd men and what they do for christmas
𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: sfw/nsfw/ severe brainrot♡
𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
can I just start by saying that this man has never celebrated Christmas properly so he's so excited to spend time with you
Dazai prefers to keep things simple: homemade dinner and then watching a movie
you're supposed to open the presents in the morning but he isn't patient enough. the moment he sees them under the tree you so kindly decorated a few days ago he has the biggest smile on his face
"come on bella you don't seriously want to wait until morning. how could you do this to me? you know how curious I am"
you end up opening the gifts that night. he's gonna loves whatever you get him really but his heart literally melts if you knit him a scarf or write him a letter. dazai's a sucker for self-made gifts
the only appropriate way to show his gratitude is to bend you over and fuck you nice and slow, your face mushed in the cushy pillows on your shared bed as he takes you from behind
"there you go pretty girl. my, my I'm starting to think this pretty pussy of yours is my favourite gift so far"
you can bet he wears a santa hat
𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
he'd take you out to the most expensive restaurant in town for a proper meal
after that, if you find a rink that's open on Christmas eve he takes you ice skating (totally not an excuse for him to hold your hand)
once you get home you cuddle on the couch while watching a generic movie like Home Alone. it's always the classics I'm telling you
he has a fireplace!!! and insists on opening the gifts next to it
among other stuff, he gets you Christmas themed lingerie and makes you wear it in bed. cuz after all, you're the best gift he could ask for
forget about baking him sweets, the only dessert he wants is your pretty cunt. he's gonna eat you out for what seems like hours, making you cum on his tongue at least two or three times before he even thinks about fucking you
"shiit baby you look so pretty like this. you like it when I spoil you rotten don't ya? I bet you do- oh fuck yea cum f'me doll"
𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
hubby's busy even on holidays
he probably has to attend some obnoxious event and ofc you go as his plus one
he's gonna spend all evening sulking and complaining about how idiotic the whole party is
by the time you two get home he's too exhaused to do anything but you may be able to bribe him to stay awake for an hour or two with some gingerbread
can I just say he'd probably get you the nicest gifts? i'm 100% sure he has a good salary so he can afford whatever you want. expensive jewelery or skincare? sure, no problem. a stack of books with those pretty decorative covers? fine again
he probably gets a bit tipsy on mulled wine so be prepared to hear a silly yet lengthy love confession before bed
falls asleep before midnight but he's gonna make up for it in the morning if you catch my drift
𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
sweet baby's so anxious at first
he's never celebrated christmas before so he doesn't really know what to do. this whole idea is so new to him but he can't deny he loves spending time with you decorating the house
Sigma wants to try any tradition you may have; baking winter themed cookies, making crackers, watching a movie marathon
when it comes to gifts he doesn't really know what to get you so he ends up buying multiple things he thinks you'd like and he's so happy when you tell him you like them
cuddles cuddles cuddles all evening under a cushy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands
he'd look so cute wearing one of those reindeer headbands
if it's snowing, take him slow dancing in the snow or on a walk around town. he's gonna love the pretty christmas lights
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bffs with the rookies- incorrect quotes 1!
Just a lil sum sum to show more abt the relationships in the AU
Y/N: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough.
Oscar: Yeah, you just catch it.
Logan: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit.
Arthur: Then I just use a spear instead.
Y/N: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?
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Oscar: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!
Logan: Merry crisis.
Arthur: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.
Y/N: Hoe hoe hoe.
Oscar: Guys, please.
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Oscar: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Logan?
Logan: Arthur, easily.
Arthur, laughing: What the fuck, man.
Logan: Well, Y/N would be too easy. She’d probably be into it.
Y/N, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?
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Logan: How do I ask someone out?
Y/N: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.
Logan: No!
Arthur: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.
Logan: Stop!
Oscar: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.
Logan: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.
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Y/N: Fight me!
Arthur: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle?
*Later*
Logan: Why is Arthur crying?
Oscar: Y/N kicked him really hard on the ankle.
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Y/N, to Oscar: When was the last time you let someone hug you?
Oscar: *thinking*
Oscar: 2012.
Arthur: 2012…?
Oscar: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Logan out so I let him hug me.
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Lando: You know what?
Lando: When I joined this friend group I thought you guys would be dealing with my bullshit.
*Y/N, Arthur and Oscar continue screaming about mold water*
Lando:Not the other way around.
Logan: I dunno, sounds like you need to drink the mold water.
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Lando: Mice are having sex in my walls.
Arthur: Tattletale!
Logan: You're just being ungrateful.
Y/N: It's their home too, you know.
Oscar: So what? Don't slutshame them.
Lando: The mice are fucking AND now I'm getting heckled.
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Oscar: Team A will consist of myself, Arthur, Lando, and Logan.
Oscar: Team B will consist of Y/N, cause she scares me.
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How Lando and Y/n became friends:
Logan: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-
Logan, to Arthur: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.
Y/N, to Lando: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.
Oscar: There are two types of people.
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Charles: I’m not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID.
Arthur: *Incoherent mumbling*
Charles: Huh?
Y/n: …You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.
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Charles (brainstorming ideas for pranking Max): How much could a serial killer mask possibly cost?
Y/n: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful.
Charles: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that?
Y/n: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Charles.
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Y/n: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts!
Arthur, snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack.
Y/n, deadpanning at Arthur Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.
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Arthur, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?
Charles: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.
Arthur: Ohhhh-
Y/n: Both of you get out of this kitchen.
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Logan: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?
Y/n For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!
Logan: Mean.
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Y/n: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Oscar: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Charles: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Logan: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Arthur: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.
Max:
Max: I have emotional scars.
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When Max and Charles got spam called by Y/n and the group after their party:
Max: I CAN'T DO IT!
Charles, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Max: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Lando: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Max:
Max: I appreciate it,
Max: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Charles: Max-
Max: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Lando: Max we gotta-
Max: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Max: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Max, motioning to Y/n, Oscar, Arthur and Logan: NOT FUCKING THIS
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✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once
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✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦
You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.
But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.
So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.
“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.
The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.
From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.
But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.
Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…
You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.
It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.
“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.
“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”
You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.
With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.
“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”
“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.
You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.
And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.
You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.
“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.
“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.
The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.
He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.
You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.
You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.
“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.
“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.
“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.
Bingo.
“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.
“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.
“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”
“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.
“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”
The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.
“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.
Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.
All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.
“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.
“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.
“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.
“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.
“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.
“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”
He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,
“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”
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request for rafe:
rafe is being oddly quiet when everyone in his friend group is pestering him about getting a one night stand. Reader walks in and he just goes all starry eyed, but he doesn’t wanna admit he loves her even though… its so obvious. (grumpy x sunshine)
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pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings. fluff!!!, ooc rafe, mention of weed + alcohol, one kiss at the end, lmk if i missed anything!
summary. rafe has the biggest crush on y/n, when topper finds out he decides to help his best friend get with the girl of his dreams.
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Rafe had just about enough of his friends. It'd been months since he'd had a girl over and they were starting to worry. Why had he suddenly just stopped liking girls?
Topper was worrying maybe Rafe was about to just end it all. He knew Rafe wouldn't actually but they hadn't seen Rafe this sober in years.
"Dude, she's checking you out." Topper whispered to Rafe. He looked over at the girl and she was indeed checking him but he immediately gave her the cold shoulder and turned away.
Topper was confused. She was pretty; nice bathing suit, pretty eyes, a big ass. What more could Rafe want?
"Nah, I'm good, man." Rafe sighed as leaned back into his chair. He had eyes for one girl and one girl only, and she wasn't there yet. Topper furrowed his brows.
"Dude, what? She's a total catch, I mean, look at that-"
Rafe cut him off with a glare making Topper scoff and turn away. Was something wrong? He was getting more and more worried about Rafe.
"Dude, you okay?" Topper mumbled. They were at this fun party, hot girls everywhere, weed everywhere and he doesn't want anything at all. That wasn't like Rafe at all.
Rafe rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance. Topper's nagging was really getting on his nerves. "Yes. I am. I just don't want to fuck every single girl I see, okay?"
"What about smoking?"
"I don't want to anymore, okay? That shit's bad for your lungs." He remembers you telling one of your friends that you hated smoking because of how bad it was for your health.
Hearing Rafe say that made Topper fully think he had somehow shifted into a different parallel universe. This was not the Rafe he'd known since third grade. This was a doppelganger because no way in hell that Rafe Cameron just insisted that smoking was bad for your health. Topper's jaw was on the floor.
Rafe looked back at Topper with an annoyed expression but quickly shifted his gaze to someone behind him. His expression morphed into a delighted one.
There you were, with all your glory. Pink tube top, light blue jean shorts with your iconic white high-top converse. His cheeks had begun to turn pink as Topper had to where he was looking and suddenly it clicked. Rafe had a crush.
You were greeting your friends and Rafe caught your eye. You sent a happy wave his way and he gratefully answered with another wave.
Topper smirked and then looked back at Rafe. "Oh, I see what's going on here."
Rafe's expression dropped as he turned to Topper. "What?"
"You like Y/N."
Rafe rolled his eyes. "You just realized that, dude?"
Topper was again, shocked, by Rafe for the second time tonight. Rafe admitting his feelings? Where was Rafe and what was this imposter doing in his place?
"I mean, who wouldn't. She's gorgeous and smart. I just wish she wasn't so nice, it's making it harder to bond with her." Rafe mumbled the last part, making Topper nod along.
Topper had known Rafe essentially all his life and he's never been whipped for any girl. He wanted to know why she was so special. "Can I help?"
"No." Rafe said simply, making Topper scoff.
"I'm really friendly, man. I can like, help you, trust me." Topper put his hand on Rafe's shoulder and squeezed it. "Do you have her number?"
"No, I don't. I've been trying to send her an dm but I feel like that's not classy enough. Plus she probably has like 100 other guys in her dm's, I wanna stand out." Rafe ranted, genuinely perplexed.
Topper sighed, "you're making it way too hard. Just go up to her."
Rafe turned to Rafe, glaring daggers his way. "It's not that easy."
"Yes, it is. It's really not that hard. She's just a girl." Topper spoke, like it was the easiest thing ever.
"Just a girl?!-"
"Shh, Rafe. Get up and talk to her, be a man." Topper pushed Rafe up and away from the chair, making Rafe grumble. He noted to make sure to punch Topper for that later.
He looked for you at the party, Topper's voice echoing in his mind. Be a man, be a man, be a man. Rafe turned a corner and then there you were, sitting with your friends. He felt his heart drop and Topper's voice was fading. He was just standing there, like an idiot.
You turned and you saw him standing there and you had a big smile on your face. You excused yourself from your friends and walked over to him.
He immediately whipped his gaze to the seat next to him and sat there immediately, trying to look like he was doing something. He wanted to face palm himself; when did he become such an awkward guy? He was usually so smooth, especially with girls.
"Hey." He recognized your voice and his heart skipped a beat as he turned to face you. How could someone be so pretty?
Rafe cleared his throat as he smiled. "Hi."
You took a seat next to him. "Noticed you just standing there, I was wondering where Topper was? He's usually always with you."
He groaned subconsciously at the mention of Topper. "He's clingy."
You laughed at that. "Yeah, but that's okay. That's kinda cute."
"Topper? Cute?" Rafe stumbled out. Did you like Topper? He made a disgusted face at that; how could a 10 like you, end up with a 3 like Topper?
"No, he's..." You tried to find the right wording. "He's okay." You tried not be mean, he was attractive - but not you.
Rafe relaxed at that. "Yeah, he is. He's just okay, I don't know how anyone could find him attractive."
You laughed but instantly stopped yourself, "that's mean." You still had a smile on your face. Rafe smiled at that.
"Why are you just sitting here alone?"
Rafe shrugged, "Topper was getting on my nerves. He, uh... wanted me to smoke."
You furrowed your brows in disgust. "Wow, did you?"
He shook his head in slight delight. "Nope. Smoking isn't for me."
"Wow, I'm glad to see someone not succumb to peer pressure, good for you." You smiled knowingly.
You've known Rafe since middle school; you know he loves smoking, you've seen him scream and break a chair in half then jump into the pool: no sober person would do that. You weren't mad that he lied to you, you found it sort of endearing.
"Yeah." He nodded. "It's just like, really bad for your lungs."
You couldn't help but giggle at his words: he was literally you quoting word for word, not deliberately. It's so cute. "God, you're so cute."
You both stopped at stared at each other for a few seconds. A blush rose from Rafe as you felt your heart literally stop.
"You think I'm cute?" Rafe spoke quietly, an octave above a whisper. You could barely hear him.
You couldn't get yourself out this one. You couldn't just lie, might as well just rip the band-aid off. You nodded. "Yeah, well you are."
"I am?"
You laughed at that, trying not to turn red from embarrassment. "Yes, Rafe. You're cute."
"You're cute, too." Rafe felt like a little kid confessing to his crush and he was scared of rejection, he was avoiding your gaze. I mean, you already had confessed.
You found it adoring how shy he was. Like mentioned, you'd known him since he was a kid and you've watched him grow. He was always confident and it was a sweet how shy he was all because of you.
You grabbed his hand and his skin began feeling hot as he looked back up you. Your hand was just as soft as he imagined it would be. You both made eye contact. Rafe's eyes kept wandering down to your lips, then back to your eyes. It was a silent gesture of saying 'kiss me.' As you were leaning in, you heard a shout from behind.
You both turned to see Kelce and Topper. They walked towards you both, a huge smile on their faces. Rafe's anger was radiating from his body; he could not believe his jackass friends just ruined his almost kiss with you.
"Wow! My plan worked, Rafe. You guys are holding hands now, see! Told ya being a man worked." Topper was obviously drunk and oblivious to the awkwardness he was causing. Kelce nodded.
"I didn't know you liked Y/N, man. The more you know." Kelce talked to Rafe. He turned to you with a smile. "I don't blame you, dude, you are gorgeous."
You nodded and smiled at that. "Thank you, Kelce. I appreciate it." You know he didn't mean it in a weird or creepy way, so you found it endearing.
He cleared his throat. "You dumbasses are ruining my moment. Can you guys fucking leave?" He whispered to them, trying to make sure that you didn't hear it. But you were pretty close to him so you could.
Kelce and Topper looked at each other, then you, then back at Rafe. They nodded. "Okay, bye Y/N."
They both left and Rafe turned his attention back to you. "See what I'm dealing with? They act like fucking children, I swear."
"Rafe."
"What?" He turned to you and you put your hand on his face, leaning in to plant a single kiss on his lips. He was so caught off guard but when you pulled away, he instantly wanted more.
You smiled. "Let me give you my number."
"Y-Yeah, sure." He was still in shock, stumbling over his words, the taste of your lipgloss still on your lips. He handed you his phone.
You looked down at in and smiled. "You have to unlock it." You held in your laugh at how out of order he was just because of one kiss. He took his phone back, opening it with Face ID. He gave it back to you.
You put in your number and then put in your name. You then opened his camera, snapping a quick picture then putting it as your contact picture.
You gave it back with a grin as you stood up. "Text me, okay?"
He nodded, "Sure. Yeah." As you walked away, he couldn't help but lick his lips and the taste of your lipgloss was still on it. He couldn't believe that just happened.
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Don't cha wanna dance?
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 30/31
Prompt: New year's resolutions
Rated: T
CW: Vague boner references again
Tags: No UD AU; dancer Steve Harrington; good neighbor Eddie Munson; Flirting; Sexual tension
Notes: Continued from day 22. This is for @sourw0lfs and @wormdebut specifically, who very gently bullied talked me into writing more dancer!Steve. 🩰
Eddie has never understood new year's resolutions. He believes that, if he wanted to change something about himself, he could do it any time. Like quit smoking. Or stop biting his nails. Or be less of a goddamn push-over.
Okay, so maybe the latter is something he should really, really work on, ‘cause it's gotten him into a whole shitload of unfortunate situations lately. As if chauffeuring Max to her stupid ballet classes wasn't enough. Now he's also helping out at the dancing school’s annual Christmas recital, because he's just such a nice guy, apparently.
While he tries to arrange the lopsided folding chairs into something resembling a neat line, he struggles to remember when he agreed to this shit. For the life of him, he can't recall. His brain was probably flat-lining when Max asked him, as it tends to do around a certain very hot dance teacher and his muscles and his tights and-
“Looking good!”
He whips his head up. Steve is standing a few paces away. The tights are a pale pink today. Jesus Christ.
“You too,” Eddie blurts. Steve's eyebrow arches and shit, he wasn't talking about Eddie, was he? “I mean, thanks, I … ow, son of a-”
“Oh, shit!” Steve is next to him in an instant, freeing his hand from the maws of the folding chair. Eddie swears, sucks his throbbing thumb into his mouth. “Sorry, these things are ancient. You need an ice pack? I've got some-”
“‘m good,” Eddie says. Tries to go for suave. Fails because he's still got his own thumb up his mouth like a fucking two-year-old. “Had worse.”
Steve’s face is a mask of doubt, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Anyhow,” he smiles instead, putting the offending chair in line with the rest. “I just wanted to say thanks again. You're probably busy enough around the holidays, but Max insisted you'd be happy to help.”
“I'm not,” Eddie says. Pauses. Grabs a strand of hair to hide behind. “Busy, I mean. I am happy to help, so … don't sweat it, or whatever.”
A heartbeat passes in awkward silence.
“So, what's with the, um …” Eddie says. Watches how Steve tilts his head at him, hair swooshing with the motion. Briefly considers stuffing his thumb back in his mouth to shut himself up. “... with the y’know. The getup.”
Something flashes across Steve’s face, something dangerously akin to hurt.
“What?” he asks, doing a hesitant three-sixty. “Something wrong with it?”
Screw the thumb, Eddie thinks. He needs to find a way to fit his entire hand in there. And Steve, for what it’s worth, needs to stop twirling, or they're about to have a massive fucking problem.
“It’s fine!” he says. Maybe a bit too fast, because he thinks Steve’s mouth curls into a smug smile. “I just mean, um … you’re not … dancing today, are you?”
Is he? Oh dear God, please no. The place is gonna be swarming with proud parents and relatives, Eddie is not ready for the inevitable consequences of Steve in his pink tights on that stage. Not in the skinny jeans he had to wear today, stupid fucking moron that he is.
“Huh? No, tonight is all about the girls,” Steve says. Eddie is so busy sighing in relief and nodding that he doesn’t catch the next words.
“Sorry, what?”
“That other recital I was talking about earlier? You coming to that, too?” Steve repeats, and fuck, what other recital? Eddie really needs to work on his listening skills. If he actually listened instead of staring at the guy like a catatonic caveman every so often, he might be able to maintain a halfway intelligent conversation.
He’d also probably know why Steve is suddenly coming closer. Eddie tries to take a frantic step backwards and almost crashes into the folding chairs.
“Oh, erm …,” he stammers. “When was it again?”
Stever reaches up to run a hand through his hair, boyish and bashful.
“Um, New Year's Eve,” he says apologetically. “I totally understand if you already have plans, it's just… There's a little get-together after the show, too, with drinks and snacks, and I thought-”
“Sure, I'll be there,” Eddie says.
See, what did he say? Total push-over.
The thing is, with the way Steve’s eyes light up, he can't really find it in himself to regret it.
*
“Ew, what happened to your finger?” Max looks about as disgusted as she sounds. Which is probably fair, because Eddie’s thumb has turned a vibrant purple.
“These little babies did,” Eddie gestures offhandedly at the chairs they're stacking against the wall. “So be careful.”
“Were you staring at Steve again?”
“Fuck off, I wasn't.”
She pushes the hair that has come loose from its bun out of her eyes so she can give him a deadpan stare. Eddie glowers right back.
“And even if I was, what's it to you? You can be glad I keep showing up to these gigs. Today, on New Year's Eve, it's really getting-”
“What are you on about?” Her entire face scrunches up in confusion. “There's no recital on-”
“Oh no?” Eddie pulls the flier Steve gave him from his pocket and pushes it into her chest. “Then what's this?”
“That's not our school, dumbass. Check the address.”
She studies it for a second.
“Huh? What d'you…?” Eddie is already squinting at the letters again. Sure enough, the address doesn't match the one he's been driving Max to. Instead, it's somewhere downtown. “What?”
“That's the studio Steve goes to,” Max has already returned to stacking chairs. “Super fancy place. He used to be a pro, y’know? Before he tore that muscle?”
When Eddie doesn’t reply, she tugs the flier from his limp fingers, folds it neatly and puts it into his jacket pocket.
“Happy new year, doofus. Better wear bulky pants.”
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Eustass x female reader - bug
Warnings: vaginal penetration, full nelson, reader in a chokehold basically, degradation/dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation kink, mirror sex
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You couldn't move, too overstimulated to even think and it was just how he liked you. “Wow bug look at you all drooly and fucked out to even say proper words. Tell me bug am I really givin it to ya that fuckin good?” He questions as his strong arms bounce you on his cock, angling your head back to look at yourself in the mirror. You whined at the way he pulled your hair back just to catch a look at your stretched out hole, pussy dripping down his cock to his thighs. He was so big you could feel him in your tummy so of course you could barely speak, what the hell did he expect from you. Your hands clawed at his muscled arms making him grunt in satisfaction, the both of you catching each other's gaze making you flush.
“You look so good. Bet I could fuckin crush you like this, huh bug? Yeah~ bet I could and it’s not like there’s anything you could do about it all cock drunk like this. Dick so deep in this sloppy ass cunt of yours can’t even speak, can’t move, just takin whatever daddy gives you huh.” Kid’s voice turned to a raspy growl as he scanned your reflection in the mirror.
Your eyeliner running down your face and his lipstick painted all over your skin like his personal masterpiece; it was even on your soaked cunt that he pounded into. “Fuckin hell little bug! You don’t understand - ah fuck- just how fucking good you feel.” Eustass was basically rambling to himself at this point, as only babbled moans left your lipstick stained lips, eyes rolling back from the feel of him. You gasped when he only slammed you down at a harder pace, his cock splitting you apart recklessly making you both moan in pleasure.
“Slutty little bug- shit~ if only the crew knew how good you take dick they’d be paying me to have a taste of you instead of all those lousy brothels -fuck~! To. Fucking. Bad! This pussy belongs to me. All fucking mine!” Kidd’s possessive growl in your ear and his intense gaze on you in the mirror was becoming too much for you to take as he bullied your sweet spot. “Only I get to fuck this pretty pussy, ain't that right bug, you belong to me ya know that don't you? As if I-I’d let someone - fuck- lay a hand on you. Fuckfuckfuck - shit you feel so good, so damn wet. Come on baby cum with me. Cum with me bug. Soak my -ah- my fucking cock with your sloppy pussy so I can clean you all up with my tongue again.”
You moaned again, clawing at his arms as you felt yourself tremble wildly, “Nngh Eustass~!” Was all you could get out as you gushed like a sprinkler on your lover below and the mirror in front of you.
“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot! That’s what the fuck I’m talking about bug. Such a good girl for me, daddy’s favorite fuckin bug ya know that -shit!” His voice turning to a deep moan as he fucked ropes of cum into your spongy walls making you whimper at the feel, his breathing huffy in your ear. Eyes tightly shut and jaw tense as he shook and stilled his hips inside of you, “Ugh~ what would I do without ya bug.” He finally huffed as you sat on his lap, both of you breathing heavily while his arms readjusted to wrapping around you as your head fell back against him. “Love ya you know that bug?”
“Yeah yeah yeah…you ever stop talking?” You mumble tiredly with a smile and he just chuckles before slapping your pussy, “Too bad bug cause I’m still gonna eat you out.”
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Friends? Never. Pt.6 (Ellie Williams x reader)
SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.
Sorry this is a shorter chapter and a lot of speech but I felt like you guys needed to see this because I think it is just too cute
"Leave me alone."
"No Ellie, I need to change your bandages."
"No fuck off I'm sleeping."
"Well you're obviously fucking not. Stop being such a baby."
"Hey I am a wounded hero right now okay? You should be nice to me."
"A hero would not be being this much of a pussy about having their bandages changed."
"Ughhhhhhhh." She groans and throws her head back which is about the best temper tantrum she can throw as a result of the throbbing pains all over her body.
"I'm gonna start with the one on your stomach okay." You explain gently as you lift her top to expose the bandages wrapped around her torso. She had been grazed by a bullet shot by one of her team as they were trying to shoot the clicker that had grabbed hold of her and there was a large bruise painting her back purple and blue from where she had been slammed down onto the floor so hard as she had explained. You had seen all the wounds multiple times now as you've changed her bandages throughout the past night and day but the sight of them still never failed to make you feel nauseous. Your lower lip had wobbled and the familiar lump in your throat had returned when you inspected them for the first time and you still have to push the same feelings down now. "This is gonna sting okay, I'm sorry." You warn her before pouring alcohol over the graze wound. She hissed and writhed a little while calling you multiple names under her breath but you could tell she was forcing herself to stay as still as possible to make it easy for you. "You know the drill." She groans and turns on her uninjured side so that you can rub the ointment Maria had dropped round over the bruise on her back. The small whine she let out as your hand soothed over the bruise made your stomach drop but it also caused a heat to grow between your legs that you huffed at, now was not the time but your body disagreed with you. You take your time wrapping fresh bandages round her and then gently guide her to lay back once again.
"How about we do the other ones in ten minutes?" You sigh at her with a displeased look on your face until she squeezes your arm. "Please, just let me catch my breath okay?"
You had been so focused on making sure the wounds were clean and dressed that you hadn't noticed the blatant pain turning her face grey. "Yeah, of course. Just relax." Ellie had never been weak, so seeing her in such agony made your heart clench for her. You sat at her bedside while she laid staring at the ceiling taking as deep breaths in and out as the pain in her torso would let her. You watched as the colour returned to her face slightly until her bright but tired eyes turned to you as she offered a little nod signalling she was ready to go again.
You focused on her face this time, repeating the same steps of cleaning the cuts with alcohol and rubbing ointment onto the bruises as carefully as possible. You trace your finger over the jagged edges of the large cut over her cheekbone and sigh. "Are you sure you don't want me to stitch this? This is going to be a bad scar." You pout at her a little.
"No I'm good, let's keep the stitches for the life threatening injuries yeah? Besides girls think scars are hot so this will give me game." She smirks and immediately winces at the sudden movement as you roll your eyes.
"Oh do they now?"
"Yeah 100 percent, you can't tell me you're not getting hot looking at me right now." She eyes you knowingly and you scowl.
"I can and I am. I think it would be way hotter if you let me stitch it up because it's still bleeding Ellie it's been almost a full 24 hours since you got it. Can't have you passing out on me from blood loss can we?"
"How about we let me pass out from blood loss and then you stitch me up?" She gives you puppy eyes and you shake your head in disagreement. "Fine, you can stitch me up but you better do a good job."
"Are you kidding I'm a pro." You say as you're already running over to the medical bag Maria had dropped over with the ointment to grab the needle and thread. You walk back over to Ellie as she eyes you with a grumpy expression. "Promise I'll be quick." You offer a small smile but she just looks back up to the ceiling bracing herself for what was coming next.
"Ow, fucker." She mutters as the needles pierces her skin for the last time before you tie off the stitch with a triumphant smile. You let out a shaky breath you hadn't realised you were holding and her eyes snap to yours.
"Were you nervous? You stuck a needle in my face while you were nervous?"
"No I just didn't want to breathe in your face. I had some pickles with my lunch."
"Ew you're so gross but I can literally see your hands shaking right now you liar!" You put away the thread and leave the needle on the side to deal with later as you walk back over to her with a small handheld mirror.
"Fine I was nervous but look how much better that looks hm." She runs a finger over the stitches and hands the mirror back to you.
"Thank you." She forces out under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh don't be a dick." You laugh as you sit back down by her bedside.
"Another ten minutes?"
"Yeah, please." She smiles as you both remain quiet letting her gather herself for the wounds you had to tend to on her arms and legs. There was a large gash up her thigh that you had already stitched yesterday and smaller cuts and bruises littering the rest of her legs. Her arms were okay, only minor injuries here and there but there was one cut on the back of her arm that she hadn't let you see yet, she had insisted that it was just easier for her to deal with that one because of the placement and because it was gross and after a heated argument last night you had given in and let her have her way.
She nodded at you once again and you repeated the process on her legs and arms until you got to the bandage covering the mysterious cut. You steadily started reaching to unwrap it until her free hand grabbed your wrist so hard it hurt and her knuckles went white as she pulled your hand away with a scowl on her face.
"Are you actually being serious Ellie? I've tended to all of your wounds and stitched two of them, why won't you just let me see it?"
"I already told you so just mind your fucking business." At her words you stood from your position kneeling over her with a dark look in your eyes.
"Mind my fucking business? Watch your fucking mouth." You spit at her as her face contorts into an expression that was a mixture of guilt and fear. "I've stayed by your bedside since I dragged your ass home. I've fed you, I've treated you, I've done everything for you and you tell me to mind my business. This is my business! This became my business when you didn't come home when you said you would last night and I had a heart attack thinking you were dead."
"You say that like its my fucking fault."
"It's not your fault Ellie but you're being a prick right now. Show me what's under the fucking bandage."
"No." She huffs and looks away from you and back up to the ceiling until you grab her chin and angle her face towards yours that was a picture of rage and awfully close to hers.
"Show. Me. The. Cut. Or I will walk out right now and leave you to deal with all of this yourself." There is nothing on your face that says you aren't being dead serious right now so she sighs and nods defeatedly.
"Okay fine. But I need to tell you something first, can you please sit down." Your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek as you contemplate for a moment before sitting down on the chair you had spent the past 24 hours perched on. "Please don't freak out."
"I'm not going to, just spit it out."
"Okay." She holds out her tattooed arm to you and your eyebrow raises. "See this scar under here. That is a chemical burn I gave to myself."
"Okay?"
"I gave myself the chemical burn to cover what was underneath. When I was 14 I was bitten by a runner before Joel found me and took me in, nothing happened, obviously, because... I'm immune."
Your first instinct is to laugh but the look of pleading and desperation in her eyes tells you she's serious and your face drops. "You're immune?"
"Yeah, I was bitten when I was 14 and like I said, nothing happened okay? So please don't freak out." She holds her arm out to you for you to unwrap the bandage and as you do you gasp quietly at the sight of the bite mark. The skin around it was raised and there were pulses of purple running under the skin as well as small blisters and scabs, the bite mark itself was red and raised and as you go to run a hand over it she slaps it away. "Put gloves on."
"Oh come on, touching it isn't going to infect me."
"I don't care, put them on anyway." You roll your eyes and go back over to the bag to retrieve a pair of gloves that you snap on before racing back to her and taking her arm in your hands gently.
"Does anyone else know?"
"Joel, obviously, Maria and Tommy do too but that's it so you can't tell anyone, please." She looks panicked as if she's expecting you to run out of the house and organise a witch hunt against her but you don't. You stay frozen staring at the bite mark running your fingers over the bumpy surface as gently as possible.
"I'm not going to tell anyone Ellie, don't worry. What have you been doing to it so far?" She's taken back by your calmness but she gulps and presses on.
"Nothing really, it will heal over with time, I've just been cleaning it and rebandaging it."
"Okay." You immediately grab the alcohol and hold it up to her so she knows to brace herself before you pour it over the wound generously then rebandage it and place her arm down softly. Neither of you say anything at first, you just hold eye contact until you clear your throat. "How were you bit the first time?"
She tells the story of her and Riley and you hang onto every word, eventually the conversation moves from her getting bitten to Joel taking her in and their journey across the country. You're so enthralled by her words you don't notice when she stops speaking to just look at your stunned expression. "Are you freaking out?"
"No no I'm fine, it's just... a lot." She chuckles and nods in agreement before grabbing your hand.
"I'm sorry for being a dick, most people would see the bite mark and shoot me without a second thought."
"Yeah well I'm not most people."
"No you're not." A comfortable silence falls over the both of you as your hand remains in hers until she grimaces.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah yeah I'm fine but you've been sitting on that chair for way too long, surely you're in pain."
"I'm good."
"Just come sit on the bed at least."
"No you need to rest."
"I can rest with you sitting on the bed, come on." She clumsily shifts herself over on the bed to make room for you to reluctantly sit next to her, you sit down so softly she feels like she's a bomb that's about to go off and she can't stop the chuckle that leaves her lips watching you tiptoe around her.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, just that Jesse told me when he came over earlier that you went off at him just before we got back. The image makes me laugh." It wasn't entirely a lie but it wasn't entirely the truth.
"Oh he told you that?" You sound ashamed as you avoid eye contact.
"Yeah he said he was actually really scared you were gonna kill him in that moment. I'm impressed." You smile and she smiles at the sight as you turn to look at her once again.
"He was actually scared? Good. I was going to kill him."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to kill you and you weren't there so he was the next best thing."
"See there you go again, you do realise I didn't tell the horde to come attack us right?"
"Well I don't know you could've been fucking around and attracted them to you."
"Says the girl that ran off on me the other day for apples."
"Oh whatever." You go to stand but she places a hand around your wrist willing you to stay put.
"Seriously though, what was going on with you yesterday?"
"You said you would come home at five. And you didn't."
"Careful it's actually starting to sound like you care about me."
"Ellie I do fucking care about you. I was seconds away from fleeing to come find you myself. I thought you were dead and I felt like I was dying. You keep joking about it but you don't realise how lucky you are. I just got you back you can't leave me again." Your voice was laced with desperation as it cracked and trembled.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm fine okay, I'm sorry I scared you."
"Please don't ever do that again."
"I won't." She runs her hand closest to you down your cheek before cupping it gently and pulling you towards her until your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss that causes butterflies to erupt not just in your stomach but all over your body. She licks at your bottom lip with her tongue which prompts you to open your mouth and let her muscle slip inside. Your body feels like its on fire as you gently hold her face with both hands and deepen the kiss, pushing back against her tongue with yours as they dance with each other. You kiss until you both need to pull away for air and the string of spit that connects your lips sends your heartbeat straight to your core.
"I forgot you said you had eaten pickles for lunch." She scrunches her face in fake disgust as you gasp at her. "I'm kidding, relax... I like pickles." She laughs at the scowl you were wearing as she pulls you back in to kiss again this time running her free hand up your side and squeezing at your waist. Her hand attempts to snake its way under your top but you pull away and tut at her.
"As much as I would love to, you need to rest."
"Oh come on, I'm fine." She goes to sit up but winces and groans as she accepts defeat not daring to look at your smug face. "You're literally giving me blue balls right now."
"You'll live. You also don't have balls."
"Spiritually I do." You scoff at her and roll your eyes before running a hand through her tangled hair until the knots stop you in your tracks.
"We need to brush your hair, it's a mess."
"No."
"Don't argue with me, we're doing it." You say sternly enough that she doesn't think to object again, simply turning away from you so you had access to the majority of her hair. You grab her brush that you had to search for on the floor and return to her on the bed. Starting from the bottom you work all the knots out until its soft and tangle-free. "You know it wouldn't get so knotted if you let me braid it." You almost sing out at her.
"If I say no are you going to do it anyway?"
"Yeah probably."
"Fine go on then, whatever." You squeal and go up on your knees to get a better angle, you had underestimated how difficult it would be to do a braid on someone lying down but as you look down at the french braid that barely touched the back of her neck your heart swelled. She rolled onto her back to look at your excited face and she almost isn't slightly annoyed at you for putting a braid in her hair.
You gazed down at Ellie taking in just how cute she looked with her hair pulled back into the braid, the grumpy look on her face only making her look cuter.
"You're so horrible to me."
"Shut up or I won't feed you tonight." She gasps.
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me." A cocky grin appears on your face as you brush a stray hair that had already fallen out of the braid away from her face. You peck her lips sweetly and smile into the kiss, savouring the bubble you had around yourselves before it bursts and brings you back down to Earth.
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♱ ━━━━━━ 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋: 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
♱ ━━━ CONTENT: ALCOHOL, DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE, CURSING, DRUNK SEX, NIPPLE PLAY, FINGERING, DIRTY TALK, TEASING, PET NAMES, HAND KINK, KINDA DOM/SUB DYNAMIC, USE OF TRAFFIC LIGHT SYSTEM, PRAISE, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CHAN HAS A BIG DICK, KINDA POSSESSIVE CHAN, PROTECTED SEX, BEGGING, ROUGH SEX
♱ ━━━ WC: 4.4K
♱ ━━━ PAIRING: CHAN X READER
♱ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog
♱ ━━━ a repost from my old blog
It was another Saturday night. Drinking, dancing with friends, thinking about going home with a hot stranger. The life of a twenty-something-year-old seemed easy. It was the party years for Y/n so she ought to enjoy them, right?
Her friends had long since found their entertainment for the evening, leaving her pretty much by herself. She’d danced with a few people, but no one seemed to catch her eye this evening. She should just leave the place. It was nearing three am now and her feet were starting to hurt in her heels.
“You here alone?” a voice came from behind her. She turned her head around to look at the man who questioned her.
Looks alone could have made her get to her knees. He was wearing an all-black two-piece suit, a couple of buttons undone on top with no tie. His dark hair was short but well-kept. Not to mention his Australian accent too.
“Not anymore,” Y/n smiled at him as he sat his glass down on the table she was standing at.
“I’m Chris,” the man offered his hand to her
“Y/n,” she told him over the music as she put her hand in his.
Chris brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Y/n blushed at the simple action and he noticed as he set her hand on the table with his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “Did your friends leave you here all by yourself?”
“Yeah. I was just about to go home myself before you showed up.”
“Well, let me buy you a drink then?”
“How can I say no.”
Chris led her to the bar and put the drinks in before he led her over to the VIP area.
“Did you rent a table just for yourself or were you with someone else tonight?” Y/n asked as she took a seat next to him on the large sofa, his arm resting behind her on the back of the sofa
“A couple of friends were with me. They left not too long ago,” Chris admitted as one of the bottle girls came with their drinks and hurried off Chris thanked her, “I figured I’d see if I can find someone interesting before I left.”
“And did you?” Y/n questioned while she leaned forward and grabbed her drink from the table.
“Don’t know yet, I did find a beauty,” He complimented as he moved his hand to gently run up her back
Y/n took a sip of her drink and set it back on the table. She turned back to him. That smile may be the death of her tonight. His hand ended at the nape of her neck. Y/n smiled again, moving one of her legs over his lap to straddle him. Chris returned the smile as he pulled her forward, nose just barely touching. “You are interesting,” Chris growled, “I like you.”
“Do you now?” Y/n returned his flirty energy as she slid her hands up his chest
“I do. And if you keep touching me like that I’m going to fuck you on this sofa.”
“Don’t you think if someone saw us they’d kick us out?”
“Oh, baby. Someone could walk over and see you riding me and they wouldn’t bat an eye.”
“And why do you think that?”
The hand that was on the back of her neck moved to her front, taking hold of the column of her throat. He brought his lips up to her ear.
“I don't think. I know, it's my club after all. What I say goes and I get what I want.” his voice was low in her ear, making her shiver. His hand moved away from her throat and moved to the small of her back, almost on her ass.
“What do you want now?” She inquired
“I have what I want. A beauty sitting on my lap.” Chris smiled before he leaned forward and grabbed his drink off the table. Y/n moved backward as he leaned forward. She held onto his shoulders to make sure she didn’t fall.
He sat back and pushed her right against his chest. He took a sip of his drink before laying the arm on the back. “Though I do think you’d look better down on your knees.”
“You’re gonna have to kiss me if you want down there.”
“I can arrange that,” Chris smiled before pulling her down to his lips. Y/n smiled and cupped his cheeks. His lips were warm and plump, a perfect feeling. Y/n moaned against his lips as she enjoyed the feeling.
His tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking to be invited in. She gladly obliged and let his tongue slide in and explore her further. His hand moved to hold her hip whilst his tongue tangled with hers, saliva mixing before he pulled away and looked up at her.
“Let me take you back to mine, Princess?” he asked, kissing down her neck
“What happened to fucking me right here on the sofa?” Y/n laughed
“Hm. Want you all to myself first.”
“Let's go.”
Y/n got off his lap and quickly finished her drink as he stood and did the same. Placing the glass on the table before fixing his jacket.
Chris guided her through the club and out the front. Security nodded at him as the two passed. He led her over to a completely blacked-out Benz. Taking a few steps in front of her to open the passenger door.
Y/n smiled as she slid inside. Chris shut the door as she secured herself in the seat. He made his way to the driver's side and started the car. Dashboard came to life as he buckled himself in. He didn't waste a second pulling away from the curb, speeding off into the night.
One of his hands came and rested on the top of her thigh. “You bring you’re clubgoers home often?” Y/n joked
“No. You’re the first, princess,” Chris smiled as he glanced at her before looking back at the road, sliding his hand to rest just at the hem of her dress.
“Hm, aren’t I special?”
“You just might me.” Chris took a turn as he squeezed her thigh.
Minutes later, he pulled into a building's parking garage and quickly got a spot. He turned the engine off and undid his seat belt, as well as hers before getting out and coming around to her side again. Chris opened up the car door and offered a hand to her. Y/n smiled at how much of a gentleman he was. Guys like him are hard to find nowadays.
She took his hand and got out of the car. Chris was quick to pull her against him once again as he closed the door behind her. He backed her up against the car, pushing his lips onto her. Large hands gripping her hips, pulling them against his. She could feel his semi growing in his slacks and moaned against his lips.
Her hands grabbed his collared shirt, undoing another button or two before he pulled away again and picked her up. Y/n squeaked at the surprise movement and grabbed his shoulders. His hands were situated under her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The dress rode up a bit so she could feel his warm hands on her skin. He pulled her away from the car and made his way towards the elevator. Y/n used the time between the car and the lift to kiss under his jaw and along his neck. Certain spots ticked him more, making him squeeze her ass. She’d moan against his skin, slightly getting off on teasing him.
Chris pressed the up button to head up before resting her back against the wall. Pulling her head back and attacking her neck, biting and licking everywhere he could reach before the elevator opened.
He pulled her up off the wall and brought her in. Quickly pressing one of the buttons before she was back against a wall with her lips on her neck again. Her fingers gripped the back of his neck and blazer.
Chris kept a good grip on her as the elevator moved. Making out inside a moving shaft was a little more tricky, especially when you're slightly intoxicated. Y/n laughed at him a few times when he did sway.
The minute the elevator stopped he grabbed her from the wall and walked out of the elevator. She’d rarely taken in her surroundings as he walked but knew they’d walked straight into his place from the elevator.
‘He’s rich rich. Damn’ she thought as he brought her into a room and laid her back on a mattress
He stood back for a moment and tossed off the blazer before he was back on her, legs resting on his hips. Lips attacked her and their tongues quickly tangled together. His hand slid up and pushed the skirt of her dress up.
“Fucking beauty,” Chris pulled away and moved his kisses down to her neck, rolling his hips against her.
“Chris, need you in me,” Y/n moaned as her
“Hm. Eager?” Chris chuckled, hands roaming her body till he found the dress’ zipper.
He was quick to discard the fabric along with his shirt. Leaving her in her panties and heels.
“No bra?” He kissed her breasts, cupping one whilst the other hand snuck under her panties.
Y/n would have replied but the feeling of his calloused hands against her clit made every thought leave her head. Chris smiled, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and drawing small circles on her clit.
The moans fell embarrassingly loud and quick from her lips. “Getting all fucked out from a little foreplay princess?” Chris teased as he switched breasts
“No,” Y/n moaned.
“Really?” Chris chuckled and moved his fingers down, rubbing between her folds. His fingers quickly got coated in her slick. He ran the two slick-coated fingers up and down a few times before pushing the two fingers into her
“Oh fuck,” Y/n damn near screamed from the stretch
“You like me stretching you open princess?” Chris teased more
His fingers weren't necessarily long or thick, but they were definitely a better feeling than most of the guys she’d been with. She’d lost it when she realized a moment later that he also knew how to use them. She was curious about his dicking down skills.
She was completely fucked if she was ever with someone else after him if his dick was as good as his fingers.
“God yes,” Y/n moaned as she gripped his shoulders
Chris’ thumb rubbed those small stimulating circles into her clit as he scissored her open. Her head pressed hard into the mattress as her body arched towards his. He was falling in love with the effect he had on her. He pulled away from her breasts and propped himself up to watch her facial expressions
“Gonna make a mess on my fingers for me princess?”
“Yes,” Y/n moaned as her legs tightened around his hips, “please make me come, Chris.”
“So cute when you beg,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her moans. Y/n melted into the sheets under him as she finally came on his fingers. The knot snapped as quickly as it formed.
His fingers slowed down and moved to pump in and out of her rather than open her for him. “You have a safe word, Princess?”
“Traffic light,” Y/n replied
“Color?” Chris kissed her cheek
“Green.”
He slipped a third finger into her and sped up his pace, “Give me another one princess.”
Y/n moved a band from his shoulder into his hair, gripping at what she could in his hair. His lips laid against her neck. His thumb rolled circles lazily into her clit still. He pressed a little harder onto the bud and made her scream.
“Give it to me, princess.” his fingers picked up their pace. The fabric of her panties restricted his movement a bit. He half wanted to rip the fabric off of her. He could feel they had gotten a bit wet from her first orgasm.
“Faster, please. ‘M close,” Y/n moaned
Chris pulled back, fingers still thrusting into her. He pulled her panties off her legs as quickly as he could, tossing them away. He leaned over her, hand planted on the bed next to her head, and picked up his speed.
Her mouth hung open as she gripped the sheets of his bed. Body arching and shaking. Chris pushed a fourth fingering in as a train of fucks left her mouth. The sound of her soaked cunt getting fucked open on his fingers filled the room with her moans and fucked out babbling.
“‘M gonna come,” Y/n repeated, a thin layer of sweat rolling along her skin.
Chris watched her come on his finger again. He pulled his fingers out, watching the liquid flow out of her and her clench around nothing. He got down between her legs, pushing them open, and leaned in, licking a strip from her entrance up to her clit.
Y/n shivered at the roughness of his tongue on her sensitive clit. Chris smiled as he sat up on his knees. He moved her body up to lay her head on the pillows. Y/n caught her breath and eyed him. He was very well built, with a few scars on his upper body. Maybe an ex-military man turned bougie club owner?
Chris smiled at her as he undid his belt with one hand, pulling it from the slacks belt loops. Her eyes fell on the large bulge in his pants, blushing a bit thinking about the size he truly was. He kicked off the pants and dress shoes.
“Gonna keep these pretty heels on while I fuck you?” Chris asked as he leaned forward, running a hand along her calf down to her ankle
“Mhm. Take them off your princess?” Y/n teased
“Spoiled you already haven't I?” Chris laughed
Nonetheless, he undid the ability straps of her heels and tossed them to the floor. Y/n pulled him up to her lips again. Chris gladly did so as he grinded down against her, both groaning into the kiss.
Y/n ran a hand between their bodies and palmed his erection over his boxers. Chris pulled his lips away from hers and pressed his forehead into her shoulder. Catching her hand between their bodies before she moved to grab the waistband.
He sat back and pulled them down and off his legs. Finally, let his erection breathe and stand tall as he tossed the last bit of fabric onto the floor with their other clothes.
“Holy fuck,” Y/n breathed out as she eyed him in all his glory. She was screwed for anyone else after this.
“Getting nervous princess.” Chris got up momentarily, grabbing something from a bedside table and tossing it on the bed. Box of condoms
“Mm. You're hot, know how to make a girl come and use protection without being told? I might just stick around you for a while,” Y/n smiled as he grabbed a condom from the package, opening up the foil.
“Can't say I'm opposed to keeping you after tonight,” Chris replied as he rolled the rubber onto his cock before settling between her legs, pulling them up to rest her ankles on his shoulders as his hands rest under her ass. Her lower half was being held up off the bed by him.
One hand left her ass momentarily and lined his tip up with her cunt. His hands gripped her ass as he pushed into her. Y/n grabbed at his sheets as he filled her up. God, the stretch of his dick was better than his fingers. He was big, that was the only way to describe him. Not like, massively, but he was well above average. Both length and girth wise.
He took it slow, allowing her to adjust to his cock inside her warm walls. The position just made it more pleasurable. The elevation was helping him reach places that she didn’t even know she had in her. Her eyes were already rolling back when he finally pulled back and slammed into her.
“Fuck!” Y/n screamed
“So fucking warm in here. Make we wanna keep you here with me,” Chris groaned as he fucked into her
Sweat rolled down both their bodies. The room was big but it felt so hot everywhere. The sounds all mixed together: moans, skin-hitting skin, cursing, everything. This man had managed to fuck every single thought out of her head, and in an hour at that. Most men couldn’t even do that in general.
The knot in her lower stomach was back, tightening quickly as Chris’ thrusts. She was ninety-nine percent sure that he put her in this position to repeatedly hit her g-spot with his dick. And that was exactly what he was doing.
His eyes watched her every move. Her breasts bounced with his thrusts and her eyes threatened to close. Incoherent words coming from her lips. If only he could take a picture of her. She looked like an angel to him in that fucked out moment.
“‘M… come…” The words brokenly fell from her lips.
“Use your big girl words, princess.”
“Gonna come.” She stated as her hands came up from gripping his silk sheets to knead her breasts
“You wanna come on my cock now?” Chris teased
“Yes! Please… me come… cock.”
Chris chuckled at her broken sentence. He found it cute that he had her fucked out to the point she could barely speak. Part of him wanted to see her just a babbling drooling mess in his sheets.
Her walls clamped down around him and broke him from his thoughts. “Fuck, princess. Do that again and I’ll let you come on my cock,” He groaned
“Please Chrissy,” Y/n begged as her walls clamped down on him again
“Shit,” Chris picked up his pace as she came on his cock. Her body was shaking in his hands as he drilled into her, chasing his own high.
One final thrust had Chris sinking himself into her and shooting into the condom. His head tilted back to the ceiling as he sat on cloud nine. Once he got down from the ecstasy, he pulled out and set her lower body back on the bed.
“Feeling okay, princess?” Chris asked as he kissed her forehead
“Mhm,” Y/n nodded, eyes drooping closed. She was exhausted
“I’ll be right back, ‘kay?” Chris got up from the bed and took off the condom, tying it and making sure it didn’t break before tossing it in the trash. He walked out of the room and into his kitchen.
He flicked the lights on and almost got scared shit less when he saw two of his friends sitting at his bar. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” He asked, continuing on his task, grabbing water and pain reliever for the girl in his bed.
“Why is your dick out?” Jisung asked him
“Why are you sitting in my kitchen in the dark with Bin at almost fucking five in the morning?” He retorted
“You didn’t answer you’re phone so we came over,” Changbin answered
“Yeah. You sounded busy so we figured we wait,” Jisung added
“Like fucking creeps?!” Chan yelled
“Says the one with his dick out!” Changbin retorted
“It’s my fucking place! I walk around naked all the fucking time. Sue me!”
“Pervert,” Jisung sighed
“What did you guys need?”
“I’m not talking business while staring at you’re dick man,” Changbin stated
“Then piss off? Come back later.” With that, Chan shut off the light with the two objects he came in for and walked back into the room.
She was passed out on his sheets. He set the water and medicine on the end table before going into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it before heading back over and cleaning up the mess between her legs.
She moved slightly and groaned as he finished up. “Wake up princess. Gotta drink some water and use the bathroom.” Chris whispered
“‘M tired,” Y/n whined
“I know Princess. Come here,” Chris picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom, set her down on the toilet, and gave her a minute. One night stand or not, he was still gonna take care of the girl after he pretty much blew her back out. He quickly changed the bed sheets and put fresh ones on before she called for him again
“Chris…” Y/n called
He headed back into the bathroom and cleaned her up again before carrying her back to the bed. He got her to take the medicine and water before climbing under the fresh sheets with her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling him against his chest. Going to sleep as the sun was rising.
He probably got three hours of sleep before he heard his name being yelled from his hallway. The voice belonged to Minho. He opted to get out there before he kicked the door down with Y/n still there.
He groaned and untangled himself from the girl, grabbed his boxers, and quickly got out of the room, quietly closing the door. He found Minho smiling at him. “What do you want?” He asked
In Minho fashion, he just turned and walked into the man’s kitchen. Chan followed and found the other six sitting there waiting. “Oh thank god his dick isn’t out.” Jisung sighed in relief
“What are all of you doing here?”
“Shipment got intercepted last night,” Changbin said
“Again, why are all of you here?” Chan asked again
“Because we need to figure out who the hell has our shipping schedule, old man,” Seungmin commented
“Well, you chose a shitty time.”
“That girl still here?” Jisung asked
“Yes. So fucking leave,” Chan ran his hands over his face
“So you can blow the poor girls back out again?” Changbin asked
“She as pretty as she sounds?” Jisung added
“You guys heard them?” Hyunjin asked
“He didn’t answer his phone so we showed up to figure out what was going on,” Jisung answered with a shrug
“And you call me a pervert,” Chan sighed, “Look, I will text you guys when she leaves so we can figure this out. For now, Felix, can you look into the camera footage and see if you can find the tracking for what we lost? Minho and Jeongin, go down to the dock and talk to the our guys that were on duty and anyone else.”
“What about the rest of us?” Seungmin asked
“I’m sure you guys have things to do,” Chan sighed and walked back to his room.
He opened up the door to find Y/n sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked over at him as he entered the room. “Where’d you go?” she asked
“A couple of buddies of mine came over. Told them to come back later,” Chris crawled back into his bed with her, “how are you feeling princess?”
“Sore,” She replied, laying in his arms after he opened them to her, “In a good way though.”
“Good enough to let me take you on a date,” Chris smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“Gonna keep me around now?” Y/n joked as she looked up at him
“You said it yourself last night, you’re my princess,” Chris leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
Y/n cupped his cheeks and kissed him back. Much softer than the kisses they had already shared. Chris pulled her on top of him, holding onto her hips as she straddled him— though it was rather short-lived.
“One more thing!” Minho’s voice came as the door flew open.
“Dude!” Chan yelled at his friend as he pulled away from the kiss
“Was I right?” Jisung jumped into the room
“You have interesting friends,” Y/n told the man below her.
“I’m about to kill them all.” Chris sighed
“I was right. She is as hot as she sounds,” Jisung smiled which made five more fill into the room. Chan did his best to hide her from their eyes but it was probably too late.
“You know, if you’re gonna take her on a date, we might as well meet her,” Changbin stated
“He’s right old man,” Seungmin added
Chris looked at Y/n, hoping she’d tell him to get them the fuck out of there. But she agreed with them. Chris groaned, “Fine, kitchen.”
The seven men made their way out of the room. Chris moved around the room and grabbed a pair of sweats for himself and one of his plain t-shirts for her. Y/n thanked him, slipped the shirt over her head and stood up. Her legs were still a bit shaky from last night, but she could walk. Didn’t stop him from picking her up like he did last night and carrying her out to the kitchen.
“Awe, he’s such a gentleman,” Jeongin teased him as Chan set her down on the counter.
Y/n looked around the room. The first thing she really noticed was that Chris’ friends were just as hot as he was. If there wasn’t a possible relationship with Chris, she’d probably give the others a chance too.
Chris introduced each of them to her, each just as nice as he was, but a little more chaotic. Y/n could tell the eight were close. Almost like brothers in a sense.
But then Y/n noticed an object hanging from Han’s side, “Is that a gun?”
Everyone stopped for a moment and looked to see who had their gun out. “Jisung,” Chris said
“Whoops…” Han’s face flushed as he fixed his coat to hide it like it was gonna take away from the fact that Y/n had seen it
“Why do you have a gun?” Y/n continued
“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Felix asked his friend
Chan shook his head, “Didn’t come up?”
“Tell me what?” Y/n looked at him.
“Uhhhh.”
Chris scratched the back of his head, trying to find the softer words to tell her that the eight guys she was hanging out with were—
“Chan’s the leader of this big underground gang and we all work for him. Why was that hard to say,” Minho said as blunt as ever.
“That’s one way to say it I guess,” Hyunjin added
“So, I fucked a mafia boss?”
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Kinkmas Day 1: Rimming
Paring: Kakashi Hatake x male reader
This guy
Warnings: Rimming DUH, anal fingering, teasing, slight begging, little bottom twinky fuck me daddy feminine male reader, no actual sex, enemies to lovers? I think that's it
Word Count: 1,307
Fuck him. Fuck his pretty silver hair that I just want to run my hands through while he eats my ass, his muscular form that must have been crafted by the sage of six paths himself, his beautiful attention catching eye, his mysterious mask, his (what I hope is) insanely large dick. Just fuck the whole thing (I wish).
Of course, the only person you could be thinking of is the one and only Kakashi Hatake, copy ninja of the leaf, and the hottest mother fucker to ever exist. Oh god did you have an obsession with him. Having wet dream after wet dream about him, screaming his name while masturbating, and it doesn't help that you catch him staring at you all the time almost as much as he catches you staring at him.
This whole obsession started a month ago when you saw him reading one of his goddamn sex books in the middle of the street. You walked over to him and asked why he was reading erotica in a VERY public place, and he just looked at you "Because it's hot." he stated matter-of-factly. The nerve of some people, from then on you two would see each other walking around, say hi, go your respective ways. It's been that way ever since; stolen glances and fuck me eyes since.
Until now. You were done with man after man not fulfilling you like you think he may be able to, maybe, it's a complete guess but he just gives off the vibe. Anyway, you saw him reading his demented sex shit again when you decided to make your fantasies a reality once and for all. You walk behind the bench he was sitting on and read the words on the page and HOLY SHIT IT'S GAY RIMMING. You mentally scream into the pillow like a 15-year-old girl who just found out her crush is available, which is kind of like what's going on.
"Uhm, can I help you?" Kakashi questions in his horny inducing voice, with a little annoyance sprinkled in through all the underwear wetting.
"Oh sorry, am I disturbing a public jack off sesh." You coldly state with a smirk on your face, hand doing a little masturbation gesture.
"Do you mind." he says rhetorically, the twinge of annoyance from earlier much more noticeable now.
"If you didn't want someone to talk to you then why are you reading 'that' on a public bench in the middle of the street again?" you sassily question.
"Because I wanted to read outside, privately." He answers, you look at him like he's the dumbest man in the whole world.
"Then why, in the absolute fuck, are you reading in the street you attention whore." you rhetorically ask, the previous sass now developed into genuine frustration as you walk around the bench to be right in front of him.
"That's cute coming from you." he chuckles.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" you ask.
"Don't act dumb, you have been trying to get into my pants for weeks now." he exclaims, you start to blush, ensuring that what he said is true.
"Don't act so high and mighty with me. I've seen you look at me too bitch." you state. He stands up, his large frame completely dwarfing you, his eyes almost angry. You do a cartoonish and audible gulp, the fear enhancing the horniness.
It's quiet for a while until he leans down,
"And what of it" he whispers in your ear and grabs you ass tightly, not caring if anyone sees. You let out a soft yelp at the sudden sign of attraction. You're completely stunned, not knowing what to do. He realizes this and before you can think any more, he holds you close and grabs your ass tighter and whispers,
"My place." It wasn't even a question or a request, it was a demand. One that even given the choice you wouldn't say no to.
Before you know it you're already on your way to Kakashi's place. He's giving you a piggyback ride to save time, and because he wants that juicy cake as quickly as possible, his mind is going crazy with your legs wrapping around him.
Finally, you make it to his place and immediately you both rush into his room. Right when you both enter you get off his back and onto the bed. Your legs spread as he takes off both your pants and underwear and tosses them both to the side.
"Now, turn around and bend over." already making demands and he hasn't even bought you dinner yet, not that you care because without a single moment of hesitation you are already on your hands and knees.
Without warning he immediately put his long skilled digit into your readily awaiting hole. He moves slowly as he starts to open you up. All the while you let out quiet moans.
"Your little moans are so cute." he said. Suddenly you feel a second finger enter you. He stays at the same excruciatingly slow pace. While he's pumping his fingers, he starts to feel the rest of your ass, rubbing it sensually and squeezing at the sensitive skin.
He puts in the third finger and his speed starts to pick up. Now your moans start to get louder as his three fingers stay at a steady and quick speed. He pumps them in and out over and over with precise repetition.
his fingers start to curl inside you, twisting and turning inside you perfectly. It's at this point that you are officially a moaning mess. The all too familiar feeling churns into your stomach. His fingers start turning and hitting your sweet spot consistently.
Then the feeling of relief washes over you as his fingers twist and hit your spot for the final time. You let out a loud moan and crash into the bed, cumming without even him putting his dick in you.
But he wasn't satisfied with just feeling inside you as he picked you up and brought you to your hands and knees again.
"Not yet sweetheart." he says as he starts to rub and massage your ass cheeks, caressing them to his desire. He gives you a quick and sharp spank, you cry out in pleasure from the surprise as he watches you ass jiggle in awe.
He puts his mask down and licks your ass, putting small and harmless love bites from time to time. Each lick and bite getting closer and closer to your hole. You start begging him to just devour you already. "Please, god I've fantasized about this please." you cry out, wanting, no, craving for his tongue.
"Well since you asked so nicely." he calmly states, though you can tell the excitement in his voice, aware that he wants this too. He licks lines on your cheek until FINALLY taking small licks on your entrance. Your spine chills in anticipation and pleasure and your breathing becomes shaky.
He licks languid circles on your entrance slowly. His hands are still caressing the rest of your ass. Your legs are shaking due to the stimulation and your cock is as hard as can be. He stops his simple licking and finally puts his tongue in your ass.
It starts off slowly but develops quickly into a fast pace, his tongue going in and out of you. You are now officially a moaning mess as his tongue is assaulting your hole. He continues this and then starts to put his fingers back in your hole while his mouth is still doing its job.
The familiar feeling in your stomach starts to build up again as his talented hands and mouth works on your asshole. Your moans crescendo until finally you climax for the second time of the night.
And you're not done yet.
THE END
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good girl faith and a tight little skirt!!
Pairings: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader
Summary: Billy gets mad when you go out in certain outfits without his permission.
Warnings: NFSW(?), a bit steamy, thigh riding (implied)
A/n: i can't write smut to save life, this is as far as i can get. Also sorry for the grammar errors, english isn't my first language. Buy me a Coffee!!
You finally got home after babysitting your niece. Right after you open the apartment door, you catch the smell of garlic and soy sauce. Fried rice? "Billy?" you called, Billy doesn't usually cook. It was really rare.
You dropped yourself on the couch to rest for a bit then head off to shower, "Since when did you cook?" you chuckled.
"Since—" Billy went out of the kitchen with two plates of fried rice but immediately stopped his word, then eyed you up and down. Checking your outfit, it was just a tank top with cardigan and a short tennis skirt that barely covers your ass.
"Where have you been?" he asked,
"I told you, I was babysitting Lea. Now give me that! I'm starving." you went to pick it up from his hand but he backed off then set it on the coffee table.
"With that outfit?"
"Yeah." you said, but Billy gave you a sharp glare. "Ugh, what's the matter? You don't think I look pretty like this?" you teased him, twirling and giving him a whole look of the outfit before taking a seat on the couch.
Billy heaved a sigh of irritation and took a seat beside you.
"What am I supposed to wear?" you exclaimed, and sat on his lap, straddling him. "I know you like me in this little skirt.”
You can feel the hardness growing down your inner thighs, you rolled your hips gently. Billy groaned your name as a warning.
"What?" you bit your lip trying to hold the giggle in your mouth.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
"Oh?" then you kissed him, trailing to his beard, to his earlobes, and to his neck. Fuck, his cologne. Then you bit his neck. The heat between your thighs is growing
Billy let out a quiet moan, and then you got up from his lap, leaving him wanting. But Billy grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to the couch, "We're not done, baby."
You let out a small whine and then Billy went down to your thigh, trailing his fingers up and down. "I'm gonna fuck you in this skirt until you can't walk. Do you understand that?" he locked his gaze at you.
You nodded.
He started to kiss your marks on your inner thighs, making you throw back your head. His hand reached up to your boxer, his head snapped up to you. "Mm, is this my boxer?" he cooed.
You shook your head, it's not. Your boxer fabric is way thinner than a men's boxer. You usually wear your boxer inside, mainly because you want to ride Billy's thigh. Though, he's always busy so you didn't have your chance to come.
"Didn't know your thighs would look so good in this." he drew his fingers to the spot you needed him the most, and he chuckled at the sight of you, squirming under his touch. "My baby knows what she's doing." he hummed, noticing the thinness of your boxer.
"Please, Billy." you breathed out.
“Use your words, baby. Be specific." He said before kissing your thigh.
"I wanna ride your thigh." you whined.
"Ask nicely." he said firmly, staring straight into your eyes. You parted your mouth, the words wouldn't come out. Though, you needed this. "What did I say, huh?" his grip tightened on your thigh. You whined at the pressure he gave you.
"Please, Billy. Let me ride your thigh. I'll be good." you begged and he went down to leave his mark on your thigh. Billy went up and gave you a rough kiss as he took off your cardigan and threw it on the floor impatiently.
You pulled out of the kiss, giving a little push on Billy's chest. "That's my favourite cardigan!” you pouted at him.
Instead of a reply, Billy went to the crook of your neck and sucked and bit it til he left a purple bruise. You closed your eyes at the hot sensation of his breath meeting with your skin.
You felt his beard tickle your ear as his mouth drew up to your ear, "I'll buy you a new one—I'd buy you the world.” Billy continues to undress you until you're left with nothing but your little tennis skirt around your waist. He sat up on the couch, spread his leg a bit and patted one of his thighs as a gesture for you to straddle it. “C'me here.”
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Hiii, can you do pool sex with Gavi in ibiza? lots of love x
Hot Summer Days
Today y'all decided on a pool day at the villa you were staying at wanting to stay in and just spend some time together in peace.
Pablo usually doesn't mind people walking up to him for photos but he does get annoyed that every time he goes out there is another 'rumor' about him plastered on the internet. So he prefers to stay in his known circle of friends.
You changed into a red bikini and joined Aurora and the boys outside certainly catching boy's attention. Javi chuckled into Aurora's ear pointing at Pablo's stunned face.
"If you don't close your moth, you will drool hermano!" she teased him and he rolled his eyes walking up to you and pulling you into his grasp.
"Mm you're torturing me with that bikini princesa.." he whispered into your ear and you blushed knowing how easily Pablo gets turned on (he's 18 haha) and kinda liking the effect you have on him.
"I thought you'd like it cariño??" you say innocently and he caught onto your game pulling you even closer and leaving kisses on your neck.
"Oh I do like it..a lot..but if they don't stop staring you down, I will poke their eyeballs out!!" he said and you chuckled shaking your head and wrapping your eyes around Pablo's neck while kissing his lips.
"This is all for you Pablito..for you to watch..and touch..and take off later" you whispered the last part and Pablo felt his shorts tighten at the thought of taking that bathing suit off your body and having you all to himself.
"Alright, that's it! She's coming with me cause we have things to gossip about!" Aurora snatched you from Pablo's grasp and you giggled while he shamelessly clenched his jaw while checking you out from behind.
"You're a lucky cabrón hermano..." Ale said and Pablo snapped his fingers in front of his face making him look at him instead of your ass.
"She's all mine, sabes!?" Pablo said and his friend raised his hands up in surrender before they both laughed and went to play some music on the speakers.
No even half an hour later, Pablo found himself sitting in the pool with his friends but unable to move his eyes from your bum as you laid on the lounge bed with Aurora sipping on your cocktail and chatting about some girl stuff.
Damn your ass was so round..and juicy..and delicious..joder Pablo! Fucking focus!
"The sun is hot today, don't you think chicos?? Maybe you should go help your girl put some sunscreen on Pablo??" Mario suggested and all the boys knew what he was aiming at as they caught Pablo staring at your ass.
"Yeah, it's not like that would give you an excuse to touch her.." Ale added and Pablo flipped them off but did what they suggested getting out of the pool and walking towards you when Aurora left to the bathroom.
"Hola nena.." he said sitting on the towel beside you and you moved slightly still on your laying on your stomach to be able to see his face.
"Hola cariño. How's the water?" you say and he said it was refreshing although he felt very much hot right now.
"The sun is very strong today..shouldn't you put some sunscreen on preciosa??" Pablo said feeling dumb for listening to his friends but also hoping you would let him 'help you' like he planned.
"You're right! I forgot..um could you" but you didn't even need to finish that sentence since Pablo already grabbed the bottle and started rubbing some sunscreen on your butt. You smirked wanting to play with him a little.
"I was gonna say give it to me but looks like you needed an excuse to touch me Pablito??" you say and he looks at you smirking a little while leaning closer to whisper into your ear.
"Let me enjoy myself just a little bit preciosa..." and with that he kept massaging your ass and you blushed letting him have him waited moment. He applied sunscreen on your back, legs and arms as well but then once again returned to your ass.
I am sure my ass is well protected now Pablito.." you smirk and he shrugs nodding his head and seeing that his sister was returning from the bathroom. He tapped it one last time before putting away a sunscreen, kissing your lips and whispering into your ear "meet me at the hot tub" before leaving.
"He can't even leave you alone for an hour.." Aurora teased laying back down and you told her you needed to head inside for a moment before sneaking towards the hot tub which was secluded on the opposite side of the villa.
"Cariño??" you whispered seeing that nobody was in the hot tub but then suddenly strong arms wrapped around your body and hot kisses were left on your shoulder and neck.
"Ughh mi amor..I need you right now..so badly" he groaned as you both went into the hot tub and he grabbed you with his arms making your thighs wrap around his waist and his lips attacked yours passionately.
"Umm..Pablo..what if they come here?" you say pulling away from the kiss listening to reason but he reassured you boys will not come and they will keep Aurora away. You couldn't resist any longer..not with the way he was kissing you right now.
He slowly pulled your bikini to the side and pulled himself out before fitting deep inside of you shutting your moans with his mouth on yours. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving and making your head fall back as he was fucking you with so much passion the whole world was spinning.
"Aahh..please..please don't stop!" you said and he reassured you that you have all the time you need and that he will never stop loving you like this. Your nails scratched his back and he groaned feeling your walls clench around his member.
"Just like that angel..clench around me like a good girl! J..joder!" he spoke into your ear as you were both chasing your highs kissing every available inch of each other's skin.
"Pa..blo..I'm so close! Fuck!" you moaned feeling his reach his high which sent you over the edge as you both moaned into each other's mouths catching your breaths.
"Joder! I love vacations and I love you! So freaking much!" he said and you both giggled calming down and fixing yourselves up before he carried you bridal style back to the pool.
He placed you on the bed besides his sister kissing your lips lovingly.
"Yo te amo!" he said and you said it back before he left to join his friends in the pool.
"Um..I ran into him and he carried me back..." you lied to Aurora although you both knew how absurd that sounded so you both laughed.
"You have no self control perro!" Cristo teased Pablo who rolled his eyes looking towards your blushed face proudly.
"Neither would you if your girl wore that bikini.." he smirked to himself proud that you were all his truly feeling like a lucky cabrón.
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Just this once... (c.s)
You and Soobin have been friends forever...so one little kiss shouldn't hurt...right?
warnings: sub!soobin, use of nickname (binnie), heavy petting (no actual penetration), dry humping, friends to ???
You and Soobin were friends — plain and simple. A pair of friends who'd known each other for an unfathomable amount of time they can't even remember how they met. Growing up together has led the two of you becoming close, so much so he's staying over tonight because his family is out of town.
"Soobin can you shut the fuck up for two seconds?!" you shout from your computer desk. Soobin has been singing off-pitch (on purpose) for twenty entire minutes. You would've joined in normally, but you have a project due at midnight you're currently trying to finish.
"Memememe!" He echoes, making his hand into a mouth. You slap it away before he starts giggling.
"Seriously though, I need to finish this fucking project," you groan, rubbing your temples.
Soobin groans loudly before flopping down on your bed. "Come onnn," he whines, wiggling. "Hurry up."
"Yeah? Well you're too dumb to even have projects so don't whine because my stuff is tougher than yours!"
"Nu-uh!" He sits up, pouting like an insolent child. "Your mom always said I was the smartest out of all your friends," he argues.
"Then again, it's not that hard when you barely have any!"
You roll your eyes and throw the pillow you were sitting on. Soobin howls, catching pillows as you begin to type on your computer. You ignore the creaking from your bed. Soobin could entertain himself for one goddamn second.
You move your hand to the mouse, and are met with a different hand already there. Looking over you shoulder, you see that Soobin is leaned over you, look straight ahead at the monitor. Black glasses framing his face and sinking into his strands like magic.
"You forgot a period here," he says, voice rumbling by your ear. Soobin taps your hand away from the keyboard and begins to type on his own. The two of you are silent like that for a moment. Only the warmth of Soobin's chest above your head, and the air brushing your ear as he speaks to you.
"This is good but you can add— are you...okay?" Soobin asks, pushing his frames onto his nose.
You jolt out of your trance and push Soobin's hand away from the mouse. "Yeah, I think I'm just seeing things..." you say.
There's a brief silence as you finish up your project. Your heart is thudding in your ears. And for what? Soobin? Choi Soobin? The same little tot you knew to eat sand and cry on rollercoasters?
Out of the thinness of the air, Soobin breathes: "like seeing me differently?"
You hear him loud and clear, but don't process what he says until you fully let go of the mouse, and spin your computer chair around to face him. Soobin is sitting on your bed, leaning back with his arms behind him, facing you. He looks above his glasses with a stare to make you breathless.
"What?—"
"Don't do that," he shoots down.
"Do what?"
You see a jolt of frustration tick in his jaw. "Get up," Soobin commands.
"What?" You ask, confused by his sudden mood change.
Soobin steps towards you, wraps both hands around your shoulders, and pulls you to standing. In a blink you are met with his brown eyes, deep and dark like midnight chocolate.
He steps towards you, eyes flicking over your entire face before settling right under your nose. The heat of his glare now on your lips.
You feel something in you jolt, writhe underneath his staring. As Soobin changes his gaze to your eyes, yours lands on his lips. Pink and shaped like they're made to feel good. Like warm velvet against your skin.
You blink up at him, "Soobin. Soobin we can't, we— you are my friend—"
"I am a boy who has liked a girl long enough to not feel desperate to ask her for a kiss," Soobin blurts, the words coming hot and fast for him.
"Just this once...please."
All it takes is that last little word for you to wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into you. Soobin hands cling around your waist, grabbing at the fabric of your shirt as if he can hold this moment in his bare hands.
He's so soft. Smooth and buttery like he was made in a bakery. Soobin breathes against you, warm breath fanning against your cheeks making you moan and press into him. With the contact, Soobin trails a hand to your upper back, and the other to your lower. Full in contact with the heat of each other.
You pull away. Lips still tingling and heart hungry. Soobin's eyes are full of shock from the sudden lose of contact. They search for a sign, a reason why you stopped, and come with nothing.
"Did...Did I go to fa—"
You grab him by his shirt and shove him towards him on the bed. Soobin squeaks, tumbling onto his back. You crawl over him, sitting right above his pelvic bone. He bites his lip, shutting his eyes as you feel a tent beginning to form.
"Excited?" you voice lows, quipping an eyebrow.
Soobin lets out a breath, "I just...never expected you to be so...in control?"
"You thought you were going to be calling the shots?"
"N-No Ma'am."
You lean down so your mouth is pressed against is ear, "Good," you whisper. You take his ear lobe between your teeth and nibble, relishing in the way he writhes and wiggles underneath you. Trailing your hands up his chest, you begin to press more kisses into his collarbone. Cold fingers like icicles dripping onto his molten skin as your teeth bite harsh marks into his flesh.
Soobin is trying to keep up. His hands perch on your hips as he bites his lips to keep from moaning. Your mom is home after all. So he suffers as his hands grip your hips like a lifeline. But he can only take so much, so much before he loses it just thinking whether your mouth would feel the same on his cock.
"Pl-please," Soobin begs, voice growing higher. You look up at him. Foggy glasses. Swollen lips. Marks beginning to form around his neck. He's pathetically sweet looking.
"You're going to have to be more specific, Binnie," you say, beginning to grind against him.
Soobin groans, forcing your hips further down as he bucks into you. You gasp, stabilizing yourself on his chest. "S-shit, Binnie..." you whisper. You hum your next moan, gripping onto his wrists as Soobin grinds the two of you together.
"I've wanted...shit...you for so long..." he groans, "fuck this I can't," he blurts, whipping the glasses off his face before speeding up. Soobin moans, loud, louder than he promised himself he would. But he can't help it when you feel so good and — fuck — you don't even have any clothes off so why is he so close already?
You can feel how his rhythm is getting choppier and caress his cheek, causing his tear filled eyes to catch your gaze.
"Come for m—"
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Hey you two! Dinner is ready!!"
You throw yourself onto the floor faster than you can think of how badly it would hurt. "Okay!!" you shout back, rubbing the pain in your hip.
Soobin is dumbfounded. He lays there on the bed without a thought in his head. Not a singular one but how badly he needs to get off right fucking now. He grabs your pillow, laced in your lily perfume, and sniffs it, beginning to jerk off in his pants. Imagining that he's drilling into you again and again. Seeing the back of your eyes roll in pleasure. Fuck does he love the way you look. The roundness of your tits, the swell of your ass. The look you gave him when you were on top. The whole thing has him panting and whining like you guys never stopped.
You watch him cum in his pants. In a way, you were just as dumbfounded as he was. Except, at how...whipped you had Soobin and didn't even know it. His mouth drops into a slack 'o' as he groans, his whole body tensing up while he finishes, panting and sinking into your bed.
"We...we should...uhm...eat Soobin," you nod, avoiding his gaze and gesturing towards the door. You can't look at him right now, but you're unable to tell if it's because he's too hot — sitting there in his own cum — or if that line between you shouldn't have been crossed.
He nods, still sprawled out on your bed. "Just...just tell her I'll be down in a second," he breathes, chest rising and falling.
You nod, still avoiding his gaze. "I'll see you downstairs."
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Hey y'all ! Tell me how you liked this!! This will most likely be pt 1 in a series (idk how long maybe one or two more) because I have a couple ideas for this hehehe~
Update: here's pt 2!
#choi soobin#txt fanfic#txt smut#soobin hard hours#soobin x reader#soobin x you#ahtae#soobin smut#txt scenarios#txt#tomorrow x together#tubatu
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