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angerstagram · 4 years

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monster among men pt. 2 // calum (SMUT)

boxer!calum

Read part one here.

Pairing: Calum + Y/N

Words: 3.4k

Rating: X

Description: Calum is your long time boyfriend but he’s also a boxer. His trainer said no sex before the big match. After 3 weeks of waiting, you two finally get to be together.

Warning: Violence (for sport, brief), oral sex, sex without condoms.

Author’s Note: As usual, this was written quickly and without proofreading. Please forgive typos! And let me know what you think!

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When the first punch cracked against his cheek, Calum barely even felt it. His head threw backward against his will, spit and blood leaving his mouth as he rocked back on his heels. He ran his tongue over the inside of his mouth: no teeth missing.

Simon really shouldn't have been able to land that one on him. But Calum didn’t feel like he was as much in the match as he was floating just above it — watching himself jab and step and duck without feeling the connections himself.

This was all he had thought about for weeks — Sal had made sure of that. No sex, no distractions for 21 days.

Other than rewarding you for your, ahem, patience a week ago, he had dutifully kept his hands and other body parts to himself.

And it was for this, for this feeling. For this one night where his every fiber was primed and ready to react to anything that came his way.

They went on like that for a while, Calum and Simon, performing almost a brutal dance in the ring while the crowd cheered a low uproar around them.

You were there, too. You never liked watching him fight; it was just a long, torturous experience where you had to sit by idly as an enormous man basically tried to beat the living daylights out of the most important person in your life.

Thankfully you had gotten quite drunk before you came. Calum had been in the gym since midday, warming up with Sal and doing whatever his pre-fight routine was. So left to your own devices and sitting idly with a book and a giant bottle of wine, you stood up to leave and realized the floor under you was a little less steady than it was when you sat down.

So when the bell rang and the referee lifted a gloved hand in the air to declare a winner, there was a long moment when you weren’t completely sure whose hadn’t was in the air. From the back, both men were tan and built, their black hair glued to their neck with sweat.

The crowd rose to their feet and you rose too. They were screaming and you couldn’t make out what anyone was really saying. You rose on your tip toes, trying to see around the men in front of you and the haze of the arena.

Slowly, your eyes focused on the stitching of a New Zealand silver fern around the wrist held tightly inside the ref’s hand.

A shaky breath of relief left your mouth and you collapsed to the bleacher beneath you. It was finally over. Finally.

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Calum hobbled into the apartment slowly, wincing as his bag slid off his shoulder onto the floor. The living room was dark, which was surprising because you had arrived home at least an hour before him since he stayed to ice and shower before coming home.

After a moment of standing alone in the living room, Calum heard the faint sound of music drifting down the hallway. It wasn’t classical and it wasn’t hip hop, but it was low and sensual. It made his feet rumble with each beat.

As though in a trance, Calum followed the beat down the hall, almost blind to anything but the feeling in his gut pulling you to him like gravity.

When he found himself just a step from the bedroom door frame, he stopped to collective himself — breathing in slowly through his nose and out through his mouth, the breath coming out shakier than he would have thought.

Somehow, he was nervous.

It was the sound of you humming lowly to the music that drifted to his ears and pushed his feet forward, until he was standing in the doorway. He leaned against it, arms crossed, drinking you in for a moment without saying a word.

“Hello, champion,” you drawled.

All the lights in the room were out, and there were candles set on every surface around the room. A speaker in the corner kept a low beat that made the floor vibrate and rattled lowly in your chest.

As for you, you were laying on your side atop the bed, propped up on one elbow, wearing only a sheer negligee and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Your legs were crossed over one another, one foot running up and down the other leg slowly while Calum watched it in a trance.

You sipped from a glass of champagne, your hair thrown over your shoulder, watching him with hooded eyes as the alcohol bubbled in your mouth and ran down your throat.

Watching him closely, you realized he was no longer wearing the boxing shorts he had worn in the ring, nor was he wearing the t-shirt and joggers he normally wore to work out. He was wearing what appeared to be a rather expensive suit and loafers, a bright gold watch shining on his wrist. His champion suit, he called it. You hadn’t noticed him wear it out, so he must have put it on for photos after the match.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” you murmured, your voice almost angelic but your meaning quite devilish.

Calum’s dark eyes never left you, but his eyelids looked heavy as he took in the sights and sounds around him. “Have you?”

You nodded your head slowly and hummed, setting the now-empty champagne flute on the bedside table and stretched out the arm that had been propping you up. Laying fully down now, you traced your hand up and down your side, dancing lightly over the fabric of the negligee and drawing his eyes up and down the curves of you.

Your finger ghosted over your nipple and around the curve of your breast, then back down to your hip and scratched lightly against your thigh.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” Calum said evenly, pushing his hands in his pockets as a light smirk ghosted over his leg. “Was it hard?”

You knew he didn’t just mean tonight. He meant the last agonizing 21 days you had waited to have him, to feel him, to be with him the way only the two of you could be together.

Your hand skimmed around your thigh and between your legs, dancing around for a moment before lightly dragging up the hem of the negligee to give him just a glance and pulling it back down.

Calum took a step forward almost involuntarily, his mouth watering and his mind racing from thought to thought of what he wanted to do with you without ever landing on any given one.

“It was harder than I can say,” you murmured, rolling over onto your back and allowing both hands to wander freely as he watched. “I think about you every day. When your gone I think I’ll just get a taste…” You pushed a strap down your shoulder, allowing the top of the dress to pull down your breast without exposing your nipple, massaging the shape of your breast as your breath caught. “But then I stop myself.”

You abruptly stopped the movement of your hands and looked up at him. With an almost feline grace, he was walking slowly around the bed to stand right at the point of your heels. He didn’t touch you yet, only watched and waited to see what you would do next.

“Show me,” he breathed.

“Mmm,” your eyes drifted closed as you felt one of his large hands wrap around your ankle. He pulled your foot up his dress pants and to his chest, grasping firmly as he removed the heel.

“Show me what you want me to do to you. Where you want me to touch you.” His voice was almost a whisper, as if he didn’t want to pull either of you out of the dreamlike reverie you were in.

He removed your other heel and placed your foot back down on the bed. He grabbed your ankles and pull you closer to him harshly, then gently bent your legs at the knee and spread them apart, planting the soles of your feet on the bed.

He took his suit jacket off slowly, folding it and draping it over the back of a chair before turning the chair to face you and sat down. You looked at him for a long moment. He was only a foot away from your feet but it seemed like miles without him touching you.

“Show me,” he said again, an edge to his voice as though warning you that he wouldn’t ask a fourth time.

A part of you wanted to push him, challenge him as though to say who are you to order me around when you’re the reason I had to wait so long. But another part of you wanted to please him. Remind him that you belonged to him, just as he belonged to you.

You allowed a hand to drift between your thighs again, spreading yourself open to give him a long look at how wet you already were. You pulled your hand up to stick your finger in your mouth, wetting it almost obscenely, before dragging it slowly and firmly around your clit.

A loud moan escaped as soon as you felt the friction against your clit. It wasn’t what you wanted, but it was enough to stave off the ache burning inside you.

Calum shifted in his seat at the sound, a growing bulge already appearing under his slacks.

You arched one eyebrow, smirking at the sight of him fidgeting, and traced your finger around your entrance while your thumb stayed stationary at your clit. “Take your shirt off for me, baby.”

Calum smiled, knowing how much you loved his toned chest. “How could I deny such a sweet request? Stick a finger in for me and I will.”

Without leaving his eyes, you pushed a finger in slowly, your mouth dropping open at the feeling. “Fuck, baby,” the air left your mouth in a gasp. “It’s so tight.”

Calum growled low in his chest, making fast work of the buttons on his shirt and tossing it over his jacket. “Can you handle another one?”

You worked the finger faster now, using your other hand to rub your clit as your hips started to rock off the bed. “Fuck, I—” The thoughts were leaving your head faster than you could catch them. Your eyes had drifted closed and you opened them to look at him. “Mmm, stick one in me and find out.”

He pulled the chair harshly then, hooking his hands under your knees and jerking your ass to the edge of the bed. A smile lit up his face. “What happened to my sweet girl? She was here just a minute ago.”

“God, I can’t,” you tried to focus your thoughts but it was hard with his hands tracing up and down your thighs. “I can’t think when you’re this close to me.”

“That makes two of us, baby.” Suddenly his hand was pushing yours away as he stuck two fingers inside you. You cried out at the feeling of his long fingers giving you exactly what you needed, your hips bucking as his other arm wrapped around you to hold you down.

When his mouth wrapped around your clit you threw your head back at the feeling. The sound that left your mouth was almost a strangled cry, and you couldn’t keep quiet when he began flicking his tongue quickly against you but kept the rhythm of his fingers slow. In and out. In and out.

“God, Calum, that feels, mmh,” you babbled incoherently until he hooked his fingers to press firmly against that spot. “Fuck, baby I’m coming.”

He let you have this one. Keeping his hand still but flicking his fingers inside you to press the spot in a staccato motion. He laid his tongue flat and let you rut against it like an animal wild with desire.

When you finally came back to earth he was pulling you to sit up, ripping the negligee off you so you were completely naked.

He stood up and pulled you into his arms, your legs curling around his waist above the hem of his dress pants and your arms locking around his neck.

When he stared up at you, your heart almost hurt with the feeling that overcame you. His pupils were blown out with lust, but the look on his face was pure, unadulterated love for you. He kept one arm around you and used the other to stroke your cheek and you realized a tear had rolled down your face when you came.

“I want you so bad I can’t think,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss to your mouth for the first time in what seemed like years. You pressed your whole body as tightly to him as you could, your breasts pressing into his chest and your arms practically suffocating him.

“Then have me.”

Suddenly he was throwing you back on the bed, pulling his pants down and pushing them away. He crawled over you until your entire body was caged by his. You stared up into his eyes, thinking of nothing but the warmth of his chest against yours. You were hyper-aware of every area of skin that was touching his.

He dragged his hand up your side as you had done earlier, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched you. You could feel how hard he was against your stomach, and you reached down one hand to feel him.

He caught your hand with his before you could reach your target. “If you touch me, this is going to be over very quickly,” he laughed into your mouth and kissed you. He dragged his hips over you, letting the length of his cock run against your still-sensitive clit and you moaned into his mouth.

Without pulling away, he guided himself to your entrance and pushed into you slowly but forcefully. “Ohh my god,” your voice dragged out. “Fuuuck. I’ve missed that.” You smiled into his mouth and he kissed you again as he set a steady pace.

He angled your hips beneath him to catch that spot at each thrust without hitting it directly. Every time his hips pounded into yours, you felt the breath leave your lungs. You thought of nothing else in the world but the feeling of his body against yours and his cock inside you.

“You look so pretty baby,” he murmured, running his fingers over your temple and through your hair. “You look so fucking beautiful.” His eyes were glassy as though he was drunk, the words practically slurring out of him.

This was the most intense feeling you had ever experienced. Every nerve in your body felt only Calum. Every inch of your skin felt only Calum. Your mind, your heart, everything was Calum.

“God it feels so good, Cal,” you practically whined. His eyes stared into yours before he pulled away from you suddenly and flipped you onto your stomach, your cheek pressed to the bed. You gasped at the feeling and stared back at him, your face angry at the loss.

“Don’t pout, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” Calum smirked at you. He slapped both his hands against your ass, squeezing it forcefully. He pressed your legs together and straddled them with his knees on either side.

You felt his mouth against the spot where your neck met the spine in your back, pressing hot kisses down every ridge. He pulled of your knees suddenly to the side, keeping you flat on the bed and allowing him just enough room to press the tip of his cock against your entrance again.

“God, this is what I fucking waited for,” he growled out before sliding into the hilt.

A visceral scream left your mouth and you face turned bright red as he pressed his full weight against your g-spot. He pistoned his hips into you and your eyes rolled back into your head. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room. He couldn’t keep his hands from squeezing your ass, your sides, wanting to fucking consume you.

“Do you know how much I thought about fucking you just like this baby?” His voice was low and growling. “I can’t sleep without you in my dreams, under me just like this. My perfect pussy.”

You couldn’t handle him touching and fucking and talking to you like this. Words that sounded coarse and vulgar but you knew that he loved you more than he could put into words. That this moment, what you two were making in this room, let him tell you everything he wanted to say.

“Who owns your body, baby?” Calum growled. You couldn’t speak, burying your face into the pillow as incoherent sounds left your mouth.

He pulled off of you, grabbing your shoulders and lifting you up onto your hands and knees. “Hmm? I said who owns your body, baby?”

A hand slid over the curve of your ass to rub roughly against your clit and you screamed again. Calum just watched your face contort, never stopping or slowing down. “That’s not an answer.”

“You do, baby. You own all of me.”

Calum smiled, and pumped his hand slowly down his length. “And who owns this cock?”

Your eyes drifted up to meet his, out of your mind and feral. Your smile was wicked but your voice came out as sweetly as you could muster. “I do, baby. Now give me my fucking cock.”

Cal didn’t make you ask again. He got on his knees behind you and pulled you to stand on your knees as well before guiding you down onto his cock. He leaned back and let you ride him, using his hands on your hips to your thrusts.

“Fuck just like that, baby. You ride me so good.”

You could tell he was close by the tone in his voice. You threw your head over his shoulder, grasping the back of his head as he brought his mouth to your throat.

He bit at your pulse point and laved his tongue over the spot. When he ran his hand down to your clit and started rubbing at it in firm circles, it was over.

“Come with me, Calum,” you pleaded. “I need it, I need it, I need it,” you babbled.

“I will, fuck, I—” his voice strangled in his throat as your orgasm ripped through you. Your hips rolled over him in waves as your legs trembled and you cried out.

Something about how long you waited made everything so much more intense. Your orgasm rolled over every nerve through your arms and legs to your fingers and toes. A part of you felt him spill hot inside you but your brain couldn’t register it, too invested in your own pleasure.

He pressed you back down to the bed and fucked you through it, drawing out your orgasm until neither one of you could take it anymore and he pulled out.

Suddenly his mouth was on you again, his fingers inside you. “Come on baby, I know you’ve got another one in you.”

“What the fuck,” you cried, pushing your hips back to meet his hand and riding his face as you did. He stuck his tongue inside you as one more orgasm became two and he decided you were spent.

Finally he rolled over onto his back, throwing an arm over his face and rubbing his finger up and down your back. You stayed on your stomach, twitching in the after shocks and stretching with them.

“Goddamn it baby. That felt so good.” Your voice was hoarse.

“Mmm,” Calum was feeling how sore and tired he was all at once, unable to move but feeling the glow that being with you always left on him.

“Let’s take a bath,” you murmured, tracing your fingers over his cheek and smiling when one eye opened to peer over at you.

“Fine, but you have to carry me there,” Calum replied. “I don’t think my legs work.”

You laughed and wrapped your hand around his. “How about this time, we carry each other.”

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saturnjae · 5 years

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maybe ~ l.j.n

word count: 2.1k

💌 requested:

‘Hello :)) i would like to request a Jeno smut scenario (if it's okay with u ) !! Where Jeno and reader are roommates and y/n accidentally walks in on Jeno masturbating, Y/n gets all flustered because it's her first time seing a d shdjcnxjwkds it's fine if u don't make this i'm just hoping, Hope u have a great day !!’

> i kinda wrote this jeno smut to cheer myself up,it might be shitty idk. please enjoy, i really liked this request as well.

includes: masturbation, fingering, protected sex, first time, i attempted to make it a little soft,,,

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it was a friday night and like most college students you were going out to blow off some steam. you didn’t go out every week, but you decided to go since your friend had invited you. it took you forever to pick out an outfit and get your makeup done to a standard you were satisfied with, but eventually you got there and admittedly, you looked hot!

you walked out, through the living room on your way to the front door.

“looking good, y/n.” said your roommate, jeno, sitting on the sofa. all of your other roommates were out, but him of course. though he was pretty popular on campus, he wasn’t the type to party or even go out much; he got attention for his good looks and talents, you weren’t sure why he never took a chance with one of the girls among the crowds throwing themselves at him.

“thank you!” you said flipping you hair. though you didn’t like to admit it, you had a big crush on jeno, like any other girl, so his compliment had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “you should come out sometime, too.”

“not my thing,” he laughed, switching the tv channel. with that, the brief conversation ended and you were out the door. however, just as you were about to enter the elevator, you got a message from your friend.

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[jihyun]: so sorry y/n, but something came up with my boyfriend… i can’t go :’(

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you couldn’t believe her. she no doubt had ditched you to hook up with her boyfriend, which wasn’t at all a surprise. on the other hand, you had never had never hooked up with anyone, maybe that’s why you didn’t understand her obsession over it.

a huff of frustration left you as you stomped back to your apartment and opened the door, but you were greeted by a deep grumbling sound.

“y/n,” it echoed the apartment, though you had a difficult time making it out, you were sure it was your name. and then it happened again, to your innocent ears, the strain put into the word sounded like something close to anguish, desperate even. like a cry for help! was jeno perhaps hurt, calling for you to help him?

hesitantly, you approached his room, your hand stalled at the door handle, but when you heard his cry for help, this time a little clearer, you knew you couldn’t let him suffer any longer; you opened the door carefully, but when you walked in, you realised he was far from pain.

jeno’s perfectly toned form was sprawled out on his bed, a light sheen, from sweat, bounced off of his milky skin. his bangs were matted down onto his forehead, brushing just above the tops of his eyes, which were screwed shut, drawing your attention to the open mouth. of course you couldn’t forget the main attraction: the painfully red cock his fist was vehemently pumping - the fact your innocent eyes had never seen one increased the scene’s shock value - you had a perfect view of this all as you stood there frozen.

his eyes cracked open slightly, he could make out the shape of your legs. surely, he was just imagining this, but it looked so real. he followed them up to the hem of that sinfully short, black dress you had left in, your name left his mouth again. he eyed the way the dress perfectly framed your curves, how he wanted to rip it right off of you. he was so close to cumming, but then his eyes ventured further up and were met by you beady eyes, wide with shock, and at the speed of light he threw a blanket over himself, snapping out of his lusty daze.

“shit, i thought you left!” he yelled out, a crimson tint spread over his face and chest as you stared at each other; after what seemed like forever, you snapped out of it.

“sorry!” you squeaked and turned away, before jeno had the chance to explain himself. he asked you to wait, but you ignored, speeding up your steps.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” he chased after you. halfway to your room, a strong hand gripped onto your wrist and turned you around.

“i’m fine! i think i’m fine? first time seeing a dick, should be fine though.” you blurted out, trying to control your breathing. the image of what you’d just seen played over in your mind.

you trained your eyes on the floor, but when you dared to look up your eyes were met with jeno’s chest, his body up this close was a sight to behold; he was such a potato couch, you forgot the only time he went out was to go to the gym. your eyes trailed up to meet his eyes, they burned with an emotion you weren’t quite familiar with: lust?

“i didn’t want you to find out like this but,” he gulped, taking a pause to build the courage to tell you his next word, “i like you.” the words you had dreamed of hearing from him, too afraid to tell him yourself. though the circumstances were a little different to you imagined, it still made you melt. unable to respond verbally, in that moment, you decided to pull him into a kiss.

you moved your lips against his, hoping to convey just how much you liked him back. he moaned into you bringing his hands to your hip and guiding you, until your back was against a wall, trapping you. one of his hands came up to your face and he lightly caressed your cheek with his thumb, deepening the kiss slightly. his tongue swiped along your lower lip and you immediately provided it access. the feeling of the hot, wet muscle on yours had you moaning out to him, jeno could feel himself throbbing under the blanket wrapped around his waist, but wasn’t sure how far he could take it.

“i want you so bad,” he muttered, peppering kisses on your jaw, “can i have you, y/n?” he pulled you closer and you felt his erection poke at you hip.

“i haven’t done it before, so be careful.” you looked up at him, the pure, timidity in your gaze drove him wild. he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, letting the blanket fall, and brought you back to his bedroom.

he set you down, ghosting his way behind you. his hot breath fanned against the nape of your neck, as he leaned forward to lay kisses on it. slowly, he undid your zip and slid the dress down your body, letting it fall to the floor. he turned you around, caressing your hips as he gawked at your body. thankfully you had worn a nice set, since your dress was pretty tight fitting.

“so fucking beautiful,” jeno groaned, the skimpy, black lace sat just right on your body. then, his lips crashed against yours as he backed you up to the foot of his bed and fell onto it, without parting from him. his hand snakes up your body to massage your breast causing you to moan out loudly, you felt a fire ignite in your core. unconsciously, you bucked up into him and pulled away, a trail of spit still connected you.

his chest heaved as he sat up. the dim light from his lamp illuminated his lean physique, you couldn’t help but trail a hand from his chest, stuttering at the his belly button.

“can i touch it?” he took your wrist pushed it down to his base, telling you to go ahead. you had never seen a dick this close before, it was fascinating. you brushed over the soft, dark hair, the sensation of your faint touches gave him goosebumps. your hand slid down his thick shaft and it twitched slightly, startling you. jeno chucked at your dramatic reactions, but when you brushed your thumb curiously over his tip, his breath hitched.

he pushed his hips forward slightly. you wrapped your hand around the hot member, like you had seen him doing before, and slid it down all the way to his base. his whole body shuddered and his brows furrowed. you repeated the action and a grunt rumbled from him; you couldn’t help but giggle, speeding up your movements.

“shit, you’re gonna make me cum.” his hand ceased yours from moving and pinned it back on the bed. “i’ve wanted this for so long.” his whispered, removing your bralette and putting his chest against yours. he straddled your thigh and peppered kisses against your collarbone, while his hand slithered down to your heat.

“wet already,” he groaned tracing his fingers over the moist patch on your panties. he pressed down, eliciting a moan out of you, then he started to rub at it. the lazy circle he made on your nub, in conjunction with the friction the fabric caused, had you gripping at his shoulder. he pushed aside the soaked fabric and pushed in a finger, the feeling of your tightness around it made him anticipate how it would feel around his cock, drawing a moan from him.

after he felt you were ready, he put in a second digit; the slight stretch had your nails digging into his bicep. he thrust them in and and out of you steadily, soon speeding them up. when he curled them up, they hit something that had your back arching.

“jeno!” you mewled, you felt him smirk on your skin and he drove it back into the same spot. a knot began to tightened in your core. he scissored his fingers before doing it again. your breathing picked up, you could barely take it; you were almost there, but then it all stopped. a whined fell from you as you bucked your hips, in search for more.

“i want you to cum around me, babe.” he reassured you, looking into your eyes, his brown orbs overflowed with affection. he reached into his bedside table for a condom and rolled it onto himself. “are you ready?” his thumb made circles on your hips as he positioned his tip at your entrance.

“i need you jeno.” you pleaded and he proceeded to carefully push himself into you, his fingers were nothing compared to the stretch of his cock. you had never had the pleasure of taking another one, but you could tell jeno was big. your hands found purchase on his back and clawed at it. after what seemed like a lifetime, he had fully submerged himself into your searing heat, feeling it pulsate around him, needy for the orgasm he had previously deprived you of.

“please, move.” you begged once adjusted to him; quickly, he obliged with delicate and purposeful thrusts: he didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel good.

“so tight,” he droned, burying his head into the crook of your neck. curses and the most beautiful moans came from him, he didn’t hold them back and it encouraged you not to as well. his pace picked up, you felt yourself building up again. he took one of the hands you were clutching onto him with and laced his fingers between yours.

“fuck, i’m close” he pushed deeper into you, he could tell by the way your walls were suffocatingly constricting, you were very close.

“me too, jeno, please!” he began to jerk into you faster. the pleasure was unbelievable. both of your moans grew in volume, releases ever so close. you’re sure his hand went numb from how hard you were gripping onto it and then, it happened.

the crash was more laborious than the build, your whole body went weak as your release took over. each nerve in body lit up as you shook under jeno. your vision went white and your ears were buzzing, you could barely hear the guttural moans coming from jeno, due to the feeling of your convulsing walls, over your near screams.

jeno’s thrusts grew sloppy, he chanted out your name between grunts; as he came, his mouth hung open and his whole body tensed. when he drew himself out of you, an empty feeling consumed you. longingly, you watched him clean himself up and fetch you a shirt to cover yourself with.

“are you okay? did i hurt you?” he asked concerned.

“i’m okay, thank you!” you pulled him up to you and snuggled up close to him. “i didn’t say it before, but i like you too.” you smiled into his broad chest. just as you were about to fall into a deep slumber you felt him lay a soft kiss on your forehead; you drifted off, maybe understanding jihyun’s obsession, now you had a boyfriend...

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again, i hope you enjoyed! i have a break from school, i’ll try and burn through requests, so i can open them again.

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scriptadeamorelupus-blog · 7 years

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Unlike Him

With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.

Part 2

Part 3

Warning: Smut

This is my first Riverdale imagine. Sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in a long time. Let me know if you guys like it and if you want a part 2!

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With the recent murders in my hometown of Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother, Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted out of). So I called the only person I knew who would make me feel safe.

Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning on the TV, to see what was on.

After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.

“I am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s nothing to do.”

Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”

With that I let out a sigh, dramatically falling onto Jugheads, still laying body. Finally an idea came to me. This might just be the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in shining armor. I tried getting over it, I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse being that it was “too hot”. I just wanted to pounce.

I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided. However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.

Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him, then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.

Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.

“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he responded.

Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly flipping us over, making it so he was on top. After that he put his hands on my waist, slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he was already shirtless.

As we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward, Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.

Lying back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something. Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my desperate moans.

Finally having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”

Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it all better.

Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and out, creating a natural rhythm.

I could see he was restraining himself from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”

After my words he became ramping up his pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.

Before I knew it I was there, moaning out his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too. As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly feel asleep.

I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4 am, I wondered where he was going.

Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still dark out.”

I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look on his face I couldn’t quite make out.

“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to avoid looking in my eyes.

Tears started coming to my eyes. How could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.

“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked me too,” I began.

“Yes it is, I completely regret this happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and with that he was out the door.

How could this happen? I quickly called the only 2 people I could think of.

Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better without him.

At lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that he acted the way he did.

“Well at least he wore a condom, so you can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.

Everyone burst out laughing, except for me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he? I tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead, who were headed to the table.

At the table everyone looked around, with Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”

Quickly the two girls thought about it and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.

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