#best friend! roommate! tom x reader
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ice cream thief [ l.dh ]
pairing ⇢ perv roommate!hyuck x afab!reader (mentioned other nct members + karina)
word count ⇢ 12.8k
synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?
warnings ⇢ 18+, dubcon, invasion of privacy, filming with and without consent, voyeurism (hyuck is a peeping tom), exhibitionism, panty stealing, toys, multiple orgasms, nipple play (m & f receiving) , cum eating, oral (f receiving), switch but mainly sub!hyuck, reader has a bdsm relationship with johnny, yuta, and jaehyun, switch but mainly dom!reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex, cream pie, hyuck is a little bi icon, lots of masturbation (m & f), excessive talk of legend of zelda (SORRY), anal (not super detailed), use of good boy & pervert, slapping, overstimulation, mentioned (bdsm, bondage, whips, rope/shibari, threesomes, mxm, scissoring, spit roasting, getting high, double penetration, marking) pls let me know if i missed anything
playlist ⇢ creep_radiohead / obsession_sky ferreira / nothings going to hurt you baby_cigarettes after sex / wet nightmare_bibi / i wanna be your slave_måneskin / use me_bill withers / sweet_cigarettes after sex / guys my age_hey violet / sexy silk_cumkitten / pussy is god_king princess
a/n ⇢ i'm trying to get better at making the reader as general as possible please let me know any ways i can improve!
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“no one is stealing your goddamn ice cream,” you groan, rolling your eyes. you’re currently having a “house meeting” in the kitchen, more like you and your roommates get yelled at by your other roommate haechan for 30 minutes. you’re sitting at the end of the island beside jaemin and karina who is leaning next to the wall while haechan stands across from the counter in front of the fridge waving an empty box around.
“well, where the fuck are my double vanilla yogurt bars going?” he says waving the box around for dramatics.
“who the fuck wants double vanilla ass yogurt ice cream bars,” jaemin argues.
“literally we have chocolate, strawberry,” jaemin gags, “even cones, why would we want double vanilla,” karina quips while you roll your eyes.
“because it’s the best ice cream in the world,” he groans, running his hands through his hair.
“yeah maybe to old white dudes,” karina says, making you and jaemin giggle.
“listen i get it, no one wants to fess up. you’re embarrassed, feeling guilty even,” you scoff at his dramatics. “but just tell me between friends, i will forgive you if you buy me a new box.” no one says anything, just stares across the counter at haechan. “god i hate all of you. i swear i’m moving out.”
“finally, let me know if you need help packing,” you smile as he storms off middle finger raised in your direction.
“so which one of you ate the ice cream?” karina whispers, you and jaemin shake your heads hearing haechan's door slam.
“swear i didn't, i would probably have the strawberry before double vanilla,” he grimaces.
“same, i would just go without, who wants double vanilla anyways? i bet he just doesn’t remember eating them.” you laugh.
haechan sat in his room sulking and determined to figure out who was eating his precious ice cream. this wasn’t the first time it happened and it had only gotten worse. he pondered which one of his housemates would eat his ice cream.
karina was in her green juice phase and probably wasn’t eating ice cream but if she was she would want the "healthiest" option which were the double vanilla yogurt bars. she couldn’t be marked off the list.
jaemin would definitely eat the double vanilla bars. especially when he would just open the freezer and grab anything that didn’t have a strawberry pink label. haechan grumbled to himself pulling his fingers through his hair.
and you, you would totally eat his ice cream just to spite him. you would probably throw away an uneaten bar just to annoy him, give them out to delivery men, or offer them to your annoying friends.
he furiously typed into his search bar. “how to stop roommates from stealing food.”
he scrolls reading over the bulleted list.
write your name on everything
that wouldn’t work, jaemin would just read it and ignore it.
hide the food in an unlikely place
where can he hide ice cream unless he got a mini freezer and that just seemed like too much work.
douse the food in hot sauce, chili powder, etc.
wouldn’t that just ruin the food for him?
install cameras to present evidence of the theft
bingo
haechan had plenty of access to cameras, the tech, and the knowledge to install nanny cams. his it major finally came to his aid during his time of woe.
he made a plan, go to the tech lab and talk to kun about security cameras. he can play it off that it’s for a friend, his mom, or maybe his roommates wanted to feel safer. then he could install them on thursday morning when everyone was in class. then he would wait for someone to eat his ice cream and catch them in the act. foolproof right?
“so wait, why do you need cameras again?” kun asked, rummaging through a box of wires.
“it’s for a friend they asked me since they knew i was majoring in it,” haechan says nonchalantly, pushing his hands in his pockets.
“oh cool, you said home security right?” haechan nodded, moving to the side after kun got up with various wires in his hands. he followed kun to another part of the tech lab.
“just don’t set them up in locker rooms. some dude did that a few years ago and i helped him pick them out. god, i felt sick after.”
“god no, just home security, said he has some weird roommates or something,” haechan shook his head. watching over kun’s shoulder as he scrolled through some tech website.
“okay, i would go with one of these if it’s just basic home security. they have an app for easy access and pretty good quality cameras,” kun says, clicking on one of the images before scrolling through. haechan nodded, eyes dancing over the webpage.
“sounds good to me, can you order them?” kun nodded, adding the items to the cart.
“does he need any wifi extenders?” haechan shook his head looking over the total price. still cheaper than a mini freezer. “i’ll let you know when they come in.”
“thanks, dude, i’ll venmo you,” haechan says walking away.
“do you need help setting them up?”
“nope.”
the cameras came in faster than haechan even expected, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to restock his ice cream bars to set up the trap. he waited for the perfect time when everyone was out of the apartment in class, studying, or doing whatever haechan didn’t care enough to ask.
he took to unboxing the set of five cameras, one for the kitchen right above the fridge, one diagonal from the fridge to get the full angle of the theft, one in the living room facing the couch and the hall, and one for a wide angle of the living room. he had one to spare so he decided to put it in the corner of his room to see if anyone was snooping around.
it took him about an hour to set up the two in the kitchen, fiddling back and forth on his phone and with the cameras to perfect the angle. walking back and forth to make sure the entire walk from the hall would be caught and no denying could happen.
one camera was hidden between some old cereal boxes he and jaemin had used for a project that they never threw away. the other was between the bread maker karina had stopped using two weeks after getting it and was just collecting dust and the protein powder.
it took him about an hour more for the two in the living room, making sure the camera was facing the couch fully because that would definitely be where the culprit would enjoy the sweet treat.
the camera was tilted slightly to hide nicely on the corner of the dvd shelf. the other was squeezed snuggly between some half-dead plants on the window sill, viewing the full kitchen, part of the dining table, living room, and the hall.
haechan was lucky his room was on one side of the house and his three roommates were down the opposite hall. so it was unlikely one of them would come down his hall unless it was for a shower or to piss.
he finally fiddled with the one in his room more for fun but he thought of the possibilities of “accidentally” filming while fucking some hot chick he brought home or even the occasional big bulky dude he would find on some field or court who wanted to experiment when he needed to get fucked.
he didn’t want to be a creep and it wouldn’t be like he’d share the footage if it happened but it would be a nice bonus. getting to relive a good fucking on some shitty camera like a perv.
he wouldn’t openly admit to being a pervert, but he was. he often got off on being watched and watching other people, that’s why he liked going to the gym, not for the workout or health benefits, but the view of some hot girl sweating while doing squats or the best part seeing hot guys in the locker rooms and if he was lucky getting to shower beside them peaking at their cocks hanging heavily between their legs next to him.
he loved the thrill of jerking off in the corner of the showers waiting for some muscled beefcake to come in and embarrass him before cursing and manhandling him. his fantasies never quite came true but that didn’t stop him from releasing onto the tile below him while he tweaked his nipples and the water hit his chest.
haechan often found himself in these “compromising” positions. like the time he hid in the closet of some frat dude's room while he watched his friends, jeno and jaemin, fuck some sorority girl.
he didn’t mean to get high and roam the house ending up in some closet, but what was he gonna do when they came in and spit-roasted her right through the slits in the door. so he shut up as best he could and jerked off while peaking out. he hated to admit being jealous of his friends and the girl but he couldn’t help it.
he also didn’t mean to listen in when his housemates brought someone around and didn’t realize he was there. he would stand in the hall watching jaemin fuck some cheerleader until she was brainless or karina bringing over some girl to “study” but he watched them scissor for like 20 minutes and they never noticed. you however never brought anyone home at least that he knew of.
he’d heard stories from his friends about how you were apparently into being dominated by older men, but haechan didn’t fully believe it. at least not the stories his older friends johnny, yuta, and jaehyun would tell of you. how you liked to be whipped and cuffed to the bed while johnny edged you, or how yuta would tie intricate ropes around you bending you into pretzel-like positions before making you cry, and jaehyun boasted about making you cum some insane amount until you passed out on his cock. you were too annoying and mean to be submissive, and far too uptight to be into adventurous casual sex.
the stories did get him off though just like viewing his other roommates in secret, the thought of his little prude roommate being into nasty sex had gotten him hard. after hearing all about it he excused himself to the bathroom and came in his fist embarrassingly fast.
it didn't take long to start getting notifications of motion most of the time being someone arriving home or leaving. he gets strangely excited at the prospect of catching someone at the fridge but every time it has been for something lame like eggs or soda. he had started to worry about the house eating habits when everyone was only eating eggs, popcorn, and frozen food.
by the third day he’s grown accustomed to the notifications on his phone of detected movement. it's not as exciting when it’s the fifth time of the day and he knows it will probably just be jaemin making toast. but he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load.
before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. he grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. he started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act, that is until you pull it out of your mouth. squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes it’s not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort.
you wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. his mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. he was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth.
he should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he can’t look away, he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop staring.
he gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. he’s sure he’s seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. he watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand.
his eyes were scanning quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties and the other swirling what he assumed to be silicone between your lips. he can’t believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked.
you moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. he gasped when you moved your other hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out.
he had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course, not that he didn’t keep the image in his head permanently. one time when he walked into the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and attempting to avert his eyes while you cursed him out. it was your fault for not locking the door.
or when johnny’s frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. he recalls the embarrassment that flooded your face when you realized before your hands covered up quickly. he had jerked off later to the thought of fucking your tits.
he remembers how he couldn’t get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. it pissed him off how you walked around the house braless, nipples pointed right in his face. you were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult, but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude.
but he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry tone in your voice and pout on your lips all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things.
he shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and moving his glasses to rub his eyes. he should turn it off. there's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldn’t look away. he had to make a decision and he did, taping the full-screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch.
he wished it was his hand pinching your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. he was too busy staring at them to notice you press a button on your toy before pressing it to your clit and grinding against it. his eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. he felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.
you had to stop yourself from letting the feeling take over, wanting to be filled up before you came. you pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. you could feel how sticky and wet you were. you wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking you open.
haechan’s mouth fell open with your pussy on display. he watched your hole flutter just begging to be filled up. he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as you slid the toy between your folds leaning your head back against the couch. it was smaller than him from what he could tell. why was he even comparing his dick to his least favorite roommate's dildo?
his mind was just playing horny tricks on him while you were using one hand to pull your panties aside and the other to slip your blue toy into your cunt. haechan watched your mouth open and eyes close. somewhere in the back of his perverted mind, he wished the camera had sound.
he watched in delight when he saw your toes curling against the cushions and your hand speeding up between your thighs. you took it so well spreading your legs wider and mouth hanging open. he knew you sounded good and he could practically hear you whining. he jumped when your eyes met his through the screen he could swear you could see him watching.
he needed to shut his phone off and throw it out his car window but he also wanted you to know he was watching like a nasty peeping tom. he kept watching the way your eyes glazed over, your hips rutting up to meet your flicking wrist.
he didn’t realize but he had started grinding against his hand pressed between his legs. he felt so fucking pathetic in the library parking lot unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. and anyone walking by could see his windows weren’t nicely tinted but cheaply tinted and that just made it more exhilarating.
he continued staring at his phone jerking his terribly hard cock in his fist whining wantonly in the quiet car. he tried to match his fist with yours, bringing his hand to the tip when you pulled out before pressing back into your cunt and he would fuck up into his own fist. he felt his forehead growing sweaty and he watched you slide deeper into the couch, knees bending harshly and pressing into your chest.
you looked so desperate thrusting your hips up and your brow furrowed concentrating on your incoming orgasm. haechan was wondering if you were close because god he already was briefly removing his hand to spit in his palm and coat his aching cock.
he looked up for a second sensing movement to his right, watching some group of guys walk by his car not noticing the movement right under their noses. it only made him harder if that was possible reaching down grabbing his balls squeezing tightly making him hold his breath.
his eyes focused back on you but you were slowing down and he was hoping you weren’t stopping. were you into edging like johnny had told him? he watched intently massaging his balls breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth waiting for your next move.
you pulled the toy out of your cunt and he whined when a wet glob of slick dripped out not to mention the wetness coating the toy that you were bringing back to your lips. he brought his hand back to grip his dick, holding the base and pressing it down between his legs before letting it slap up against his stomach with a hiss, while you cleaned off your toy.
he watched you stand up and slip your panties off your legs, what he wouldn’t do to steal those and shove them down his throat? maybe he could sneak them from your dirty laundry.
you turned around bending over the back of the couch making him whine, a perfect view of your ass bent at the best angle, cunt still glistening below your tight asshole. his glasses were slipping down his nose from sweat but he didn’t care especially when you brought your toy to rub over your pussy. smearing your slick over your holes making a wet sticky mess that he would die to clean up.
he’d started thrusting into his fist again trying to be patient and slow like you were. bringing the toy to press against your rim while your head turned hoping to catch a glimpse of your taut hole being teased. he watched you push the limit seeing the way your toes curled when you tried pushing in dry, your cunt clenching at the pressure above.
you whimpered but he wouldn’t know that just watched the way you bit your lip before bringing the toy to your cunt and pressing in fully arching your back when you had buried it fully between your legs. he stared at the way your thighs flexed and met the base of your toy as it filled you up.
he could even see drool starting to fall from your open mouth. he wanted to hold back and wait to cum but you just looked so delicious he couldn’t help his hand speeding up. his whines raised in pitch as he pumped his girth it definitely was not as good as your pussy probably felt.
his own pleasure was distracting him, making his eyes close and he had to practically pry them open to watch you again. he didn’t know how close you were, only you did.
if he had noticed the way your head fell forward on the cushions and legs tried to squeeze together and wrist flicking lazier. he would have known but he didn’t. he didn’t see it coming when you came with a silent cry, legs tightening, ass shivering. he didn’t realize until you were cumming. hadn’t heard you whimper “i’m gonna cum.” into your palm.
he came with you completely accidentally, pulling his hand away too late, cum already spurting out before he could stop it, hips twitching along with his dick. he whimpered bringing his hand back to milk his cock, thick cum leaking onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and steering wheel. an embarrassing amount pooled on his stomach as his breathing evened out.
bringing his attention back to his phone he watched you pull the toy from your cunt another thick gush of slick dripped down hitting the couch below you. he hoped you didn’t do the considerate thing and clean it up but he knew you would.
you laid the toy beside you bringing your fingers between your legs and toes curling when you made contact with your swollen cunt. his mouth watered when you dipped your fingers in to collect the juices and lifted it to your mouth to suck them clean.
once you both had caught your breath he dug around in his glove box for napkins swiping at the drying cum on his sweatshirt and steering wheel. you were cleaning up your own mess and he left his phone open catching a glimpse of your wobbly legs when you got up.
eventually he closed his phone, guilt taking over him, he just watched his roommate get off. it definitely wasn’t the first time or the last so the feeling drifted away quickly. the idea of installing a camera in your room even crossed his sick and twisted mind but he knew that was too far.
he was tucking his softening length into his pants when a banging at his window startled him looking up to see shotaro and yangyang banging on the glass. he clutched his chest after swiftly zipping his jeans before unlocking the doors and they got in.
“what are you doing bombarding me during my meditation?”
“you said you were leaving like 30 minutes ago, the fuck are you still doing here?” yangyang questioned from the back seat.
“didn’t you have some meeting or something?” shotaro questioned with a smile.
“shit,” he did have a meeting at the caf about a group project that he was now almost 20 minutes late for.
“did you get distracted or something your car smells like you fucked?” yangyang said laughing as he leaned forward between the two front seats.
“and if i did you’d be jealous so i can’t talk about it.”
despite having watched you cum in the living room via camera nothing about your dynamic changed. that was something haechan was good at distancing his peeping adventures and the people he actually peeped on. he didn’t find it awkward to be around them later even after seeing their most intimate moments. he did steal a pair of your dirty panties though but you didn’t seem to notice yet, at least that he was aware.
and just as expected he did watch you again not even a week later a notification lighting up his phone hoping again to find the ice cream culprit but to see you swinging your legs open bringing some type of purple wand vibrator between your legs in the most erotic way. head dropping back as you upped the vibrations, stomach tensing when you pulled the toy away, hips canting up to chase the feeling.
he snuck off to the bathroom of his job and came while he set his phone up on the sink and watched himself in the mirror.
it seemed to be almost like clockwork. you waited until you were sure everyone was out and you’d slip into the living room spreading out with some toy or your fingers and going to town. and like clockwork, haechan would open his phone as if on cue to see you putting on a show for him and he’d grip his cock and jerk off. able to cum when he started recognizing when you were close.
he did save all the videos using them later in his room late at night humping his pillow, or early in the morning in the shower even getting bold enough to leave his door open hoping you would hear his whimpers and come stare at him while he came to his stockpile of footage.
he had even started carrying his ipad around with him so he could watch both cameras he had set up in the living room. using the larger screen to view the camera on the dvd shelf directly in front of where you would usually sit and his phone for the wide angle in case you decided to change positions.
he looked like some crazy hacker sneaking off to the back seat of his car setting up his devices. somewhere along the lines he bought another flesh light to keep in his car. he may or may not have searched for a pocket pussy that resembled yours at least from what he could tell.
he would try to mimic the positions you were in, leaning back when you would ride a toy, fantasizing about you riding him, or rising to his knees leaning over to hump into the sticky silicone hole when you would bend over the couch.
he sadly still hadn’t caught his ice cream thief even though the ice cream was still being eaten by someone he just either didn’t see the notification or they were way too quick with their hands.
he’d also visited kun again. this time asking about the sound for the cameras. giving some story about his friends’ roommates talking shit about them and wanted to know what about.
he felt like a kid on christmas when thee mics came in, installing them quickly and testing their quality. hoping to all the gods, that he knew wouldn’t let him into heaven at this point, that you would be desperate and needing to get off that very day so he could verify the sound quality. he wrote it off as trying to figure out if he could hear a wrapper when someone was at the fridge, not that he wanted to hear your whining and moaning.
and by some stroke of luck you did get desperate and by a double stroke of luck you had plans that night. plans that included two large cocks filling you up so you needed to prep of course and haechan didn’t even know the show that was accidentally in store for him.
he watched on, intently as you slowly with slick fingers dipped past your tight rim. he gawked at the way you whimpered when you curled your fingers inside of you. his airpods weren’t enough somehow and he hurriedly dug through his bag for his noise canceling headphones.
when they connected he swore he could cum from the surround sound of your cries. he paid extra attention to each movement the way your voice changed or cracked when you added a finger. scissoring inside of your opening your warm walls, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of them himself.
“just a little more,” you slurred before pressing a third finger inside of you, back arching into the fullness. you were talking yourself through it whimpering and moaning, biting your lip in concentration.
he was starting to regret not exiting the library and at least hiding in a bathroom stall, now he was stuck in the back corner of the british history section on the third floor with a hard on and live porn on his phone.
but he didn’t stop or even make a move, continuing to watch you stretch yourself the audio proving to be the best investment since the cameras. each little sigh was picked up on the mic he had cleverly placed next to the couch.
it was getting hard both literally and figuratively to not whip out his cock and jerk off behind some dusty textbooks. so he pressed his hand against his crotch hissing at the contact and grinding slightly into his palm.
he tilted his head back against the wall, eyes widening and bringing his phone closer when you started pulling your fingers from your hole. your empty rim clenched, almost begging to be filled again.
“fuck,” you choked, reaching around beside you to grip your large plug pushing yourself up to grab your lube. haechan watched curiously seeing you squeeze a large amount onto the glass toy.
you wondered if the boys you were going to see would call you pretty when they bent you over and saw the pretty flower pressed into your hole stretching you out. you shivered in anticipation, fingers moving to grip the base bringing it to your rim and sinking it slowly inside. you tried to go slow but the bulb felt so good stretching you out so you thrust backwards groaning at the stretch.
haechan can hear you loud and clear and it’s going straight to his cock before he realizes he’s rutting his hips rubbing himself against his hand. watching desperately as you fuck yourself with the pretty plug.
he had gotten used to your toy collection finding you far more experimental than he ever imagined, from dildos to vibrators and wands and now plugs. he wondered what all you had in your little treasure chest hidden in your room somewhere. he began to believe all the stories he had heard considering you surprised him each time he caught you.
his brows tilt up in confusion when you slow your movements letting the plug settle between your cheeks. you're breathing slowly resting your head on the arm of the couch before you get up, grabbing the lube and going down the hall. he waits for a few seconds then a minute before you return to clean up the spot you occupied before.
you weren’t stopping right? you hadn’t even cum you always came at least once. he recalled the time you had continued holding a vibrator to your clit until you were shaking and crying unsure of how many times you had actually released but the slick puddle glistening underneath you told him enough.
he waits patiently watching his phone but you don’t reappear and his cock is hard and needy, twitching in his pants. he groans head hitting the wall behind him dropping his phone against his leg next to the outline of his dick. he tries to think of turn offs but truly he didn’t have many and whatever he thought of led him back to something that turned him on.
now he was left in the british history section with blue balls and flushed cheeks trying to decide what to do. he wondered what you were doing walking around the house still naked with a plug stretching your ass. so he did what he knew to do. text you.
evil roommate
what are you doing tonight?
he stared at his phone waiting for something, seeing your phone light up where it set on the coffee table. he watched you pick it up rolling your eyes and for some reason it made him more interested in you.
y/n
why does it matter?
he smirked at your response still peeking at the mini screen in the corner of his phone watching you sit back on the couch position oddly reminiscent of the first time he watched you. knees bent and legs spread just enough for him to view your glistening cunt and the glass base peeking out between your cheeks.
evil roommate
just wondering? maybe i have plans or something?
he waited for you to see the notification not ignoring the way your fingers danced between your legs to collect the cream spilling from your cunt.
y/n
well i won’t be home if that’s what you mean?
his eyebrow raised. if you were going to study or out with your friends you would just say that not beat around the bush. he got distracted though when your fingers circled your clit lazily. it felt more intimate for some reason. the fact that he was talking to you and watching you.
evil roommate
:( not staying cooped up in your room all night?
your fingers sped up wetness being spread around your soft pussy. you rolled your eyes wishing haechan would just shut up. you knew you couldn’t cum yet johnny had already made explicit rules but he didn’t say you couldn’t edge yourself.
y/n
i don’t want to be witness to whatever weird “plans” you have
he grinned, if only you knew. his plans consisted of watching videos of you and busting as many nuts as possible. if you weren’t home he would be able to sneak in and steal another pair of panties. he breathed deeply thinking of your smell that was so close but so far away. recalling how hard he had cum when he had stolen them before. fabric shoved in his mouth, your taste lingering on his tongue. the panties between his teeth silenced his loud whine when his eyes rolled back and legs started shaking. god he needed to stop his mind from wandering; he was just getting harder.
evil roommate
how do you know i have weird plans? when have i ever done anything weird at our house?
you stopped, lifting your sticky fingers to your mouth as you read your phone. he watched you furrow your brows and type back quickly.
y/n
when have you done anything normal? just don’t do your plans in my room i like cleanliness.
evil roommate
seriously what are you doing though
y/n
it’s none of your beeswax
evil roommate
going to meet up with johnny or yuta? or both?
his lips twitch when he sees your eyes widen when you read the message. he could read you like a book, confirming his suspicions. not only were the guys' stories most likely true but you were going to meet up with both of them to get your back blown out. haechan wanted to be a fly on whatever wall got to witness that scene. he watches you squirm and shuffle around typing and deleting and typing and deleting a response.
evil roommate
what embarrassed? cat got your tongue?
you rolled your eyes, biting your lip while you thought of a response. he was right but he didn’t need to know that. you didn’t want you sex crazed roommate having any intimate information about your sex life let alone what you did with johnny or yuta.
y/n
it’s literally none of your business if i’m seeing anyone or no one. but fyi johnny invited me over to see the movie he’s been working on for his final
that was technically true. johnny was working on a film for a final, he had been talking about it for a while. and you were going to view some sort of media he had filmed before. whether you were in it or not was none of haechan’s business. yuta also happened to be invited, johnny had been teasing the final cut of a tape he had made with you. sadly jaehyun was out of town for some away game. you were half happy and sad, happy you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole but sad you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole by the end of the night.
haechan knew what you were talking about. johnny had been filming a documentary since the beginning of the semester. he didn’t fully believe you unless you were going to do that and then get dicked down during or after.
evil roommate
okay fine just wondering what if i wanted to spend the evening with my most favorite housemate :)
you breathed out a laugh as if you were his favorite roommate. he knew he was your least favorite. you much preferred his friends being over eating your food and being loud to him just staying in his room.
y/n
yeah… you have the whole house to yourself to fuck whatever and whoever you should be happy just make sure the clean up after :)
he grinned to himself thinking of sitting in the very spot you were sitting completely naked on the couch. and he would take you up in that and fuck whatever and whoever while he was home alone. and he would watch videos of you while he did. maybe even connect his hdmi to the living room tv get your pretty pussy on the big screen.
you closed your phone, dropping it on the cushion beside you before getting up, mood ruined by haechan’s pestering. haechan watched the way your ass bounced as you walked down the hall to your room.
he closed his phone too. finally getting up grabbing his bag and stalking to the bathrooms locking the stall and finally getting the release you unknowingly withheld from him.
he paid extra attention to wake up earlier the next day despite his tiresome late night activities, and watch you come home. taking care to see any signs of hard sex, bruises, hickies, or even a limp.
but when you came home and he was sitting on the couch eating cereal he didn’t particularly notice which made him question all his conclusions from the day before. maybe you had just gone to johnny’s to watch his film and maybe u just liked wearing a butt plug around.
you didn’t talk to him when you got home heading straight for your room not even sparing him a glance as he stared at you searching for something.
he stayed on the couch for most of the day and into the evening playing tears of the kingdom to no end. not even noticing jaemin coming and going or karina complaining about some project she hasn’t started and needing to camp out at the library.
you eventually joined him in the living room giving in to his pestering to show you the new game you had been waiting to play. he talked way too much about all the new features that didn’t completely make sense but you listened anyway and watched him die by bokoblin’s.
his eyes caught sight of your neck when your shirt collar shifted seeing a bite mark hidden on your left breast. maybe his theories were correct, but his suspicions were distracting him, causing him to die once again.
his lack of skill in the new game had you laughing but also frustrated you, eventually grabbing the controllers and trying your hand but dying just as fast as he did. blaming it on his shitty weapons or lack of hearts.
“told you,” he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair when you died once more, eyes drifting to your wrist noticing raised skin reminiscent of rope burn. thoughts wandering to what you looked like tied up.
“is this harder than breath of the wild or am i just rusty?”
“definitely both but you suck at breath of the wild too.”
“shut up!” you squealed faux throwing the controller at his head making him duck.
“wait let me show you this video.” he pulled out his phone, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “some dude used the building materials and built this walking stick man with a flamethrower for his dick.” he laughed, scrolling through his camera roll to find the video. he held the phone to your face and you watched on, laughter filling the room.
you grabbed the phone from his hand replaying the video watching the awkward wooden creation blast across the screen with a flame shooting from its lower half. your laughter faded turning into a face of confusion when you tapped the screen to rewind seeing the video thumbnails surrounding that one.
“what the fuck is this lee donghyuck!?” tapping the arrow in the corner, the screen filled with various thumbnails and many of you sitting in the very room you occupied now.
“oh not the government name,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to see what you were talking about the color draining from his face when you began playing a video, the static sound coming from his phone.
“what the actual fuck is this.” you shrieked, shoving the phone in his face and he looked like he was about to be sick. the video clip he had saved, one of you sitting in the exact chair he was sitting on, fingers drilling into yourself as you came with a cry.
“you’ve been filming me?” you were oddly calm in his opinion but his mind was racing trying to come up with something to say while his mouth was suddenly dry.
he had always fantasized about being caught during one of his escapades but that had never actually happened. and now that you were glaring at him asking him questions and his stomach was dropping to his ass.
“i asked you a question you fucking freak.”
“let me explain.”
“explain what? that you’re a fucking pervert who secretly films his roommate?” you shrill standing up and staring daggers down at him.
“i was trying to figure out who was stealing my ice cream.” he said shyly realizing how fucking stupid he sounded bringing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of his shorts.
“oh my god you fucking idiot. no one wants your fucking ice cream. you set up cameras and didn’t tell us? you know that’s illegal? are you fucking stupid or just dumb or both?” haechan peered up at you avoiding eye contact but trying to pay attention. his face felt hot and embarrassment flooded him with each passing second.
“i didn’t.” he paused, looking up at you through his lashes. “didn’t think it was a big deal since it’s like a common area. i didn’t mean to watch you but-“ he paused looking down between his legs. you laughed down at him tossing his phone on the table between the couch and chair where he sat.
“but what?” you questioned bringing your fingers to push his forehead back so he would meet your eyes. haechan was trying his hardest not to get hard knowing you could literally call the cops on him but you looked so hot glaring at him from above. he didn’t know that you were just as perverted as him, planning out how to punish him.
“i- it was an accident. the first time. really i swear.” he stared up at you, his hands raised in defense trying to make you believe him.
“then why did you save it? you were getting off to me weren’t you? fucking freak.” your words stung but went straight to his growing cock. he didn’t want to answer hoping his silence was enough.
“were you?”
“yes,” he whispered, before bringing his lips between his teeth.
“how many times?”
“i- i dunno.” he was being honest he lost track of the amount of times he had watched you. he knew it was more than 10 and probably less than 30 but he wasn’t totally sure.
“how long have you been doing it?” he tried to look away again, searching for an answer like it would appear in front of him. but you grabbed his face squeezing his cheeks in your hand making him look at you.
“maybe more than a month i - i can’t - don’t remember.” he stumbled over his words before you released his face but only to bring your hand back slapping his cheek. and he whined he fucking whined, raising his hand to rub at the reddening flesh.
“remember better then.”
“okay it was the day yang and taro came over and we ate all that pizza and you got mad at us because we spilled garlic sauce on your lit book. but we blamed taro so you wouldn’t be as mad since you like him but it was really yangyang that spilled it.” the confession came bubbling out like he was a volcano ready to erupt.
“haechan, that was over 2 months ago.” you sigh almost mocking him. “so you have been watching me everytime?” he nodded slightly.
“everytime?” you repeated.
“if i couldn’t watch it live i would save it and watch it when i could,” he confessed. something about the thought of him being so into it he would save it for later made you clench around nothing.
“did you cum too?” you could practically hear him gulp when you leaned down coming face to face with him. he didn’t answer, just attempted to avoid eye contact. “i fucking asked if you came while you watched me?”
“i couldn’t help it,” he stuttered.
“you know you’re fucking disgusting right?” you questioned bringing your hand to his face again rubbing over the red cheek before slapping it again. he hissed this time hips jumping up.
“a disgusting little pervert and you're getting off now aren’t you?” you brought your other hand to hover over his crotch before firmly gripping his length making him curse under his breath.
“you know i should call the police, the dean, file a report, get you kicked out of school at the least.” he nodded below you as you grazed his cheek with one hand and squeezed your other around his length.
“that wouldn’t be as fun though.” you smiled when you lifted a leg to straddle him. his breathing sped up when he felt you rest your warmth fully on his lap. he wanted to buck his hips into you, rut into your fist for some relief.
“i’m going to watch you now, and your little cameras in here are going to record it. then you’re going to save it and send it to me. got it?”
he nodded, his hair bouncing on his forehead before you leaned back, removing your hands from his face and clothed cock. he quickly moved his hands from his side, fiddling with his waistband to pull his cock out.
“nuhuh,” you stopped him. “i didn’t say i was gonna watch you get yourself off, did i?” he shook his head. “you think you deserve to touch yourself after that’s all you’ve been doing when you watch me?”
“i’m not going to let you have the joy of picking a toy, obviously.” you grinned, head tilting. “but what is your favorite? if you’ve been watching me i’m sure you’re familiar with them.” his eyes widen and scan the content in his mind focusing in on certain toys he’s seen you use.
“the purple one.” he says, picturing the small purple wand he had seen you many times and it always left you gushing. you raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what toy he was talking about. you lifted yourself off of him walking around his chair and down the hall without a word.
he tried to steady his breathing and prepare himself for whatever you had in store. he was also insanely relieved you hadn’t immediately called the police to report him. he heard your door open and shut and your feet pat down the hall and behind him.
he gasped when he felt a cool medal on his right wrist, he turned quickly eyes shaking just as you closed a cuff around his wrist. he just stared as you yanked his other arm over his head and tightened the other cuff around it, securing his hands together before letting his arms fall in front of him and land on his lap.
he’d been cuffed before usually at his own volition or with this guy from his biochem class but that fizzled out a year or more ago. never by a hot girl like you who was about to punish him. you finally stood in front of him, light purple wand in one hand.
“your perverted little mind is probably running a mile a minute.” you were right he wanted to know what you were going to do to him, if his camera was getting all of this.
“stand up.” he tried to as quick as he could but his legs wobbled but he did it. you faced him and grabbed the chain that connected his hands pulling him to the couch where you had been sitting before releasing him and tugging his shorts down in one swift movement. he hissed when his cock made contact with the cool air and slapped the chain that connected his wrists.
“aww aren’t you cute,” you lilted, kneeling in front of him staring at his leaking cock before flicking the head with your finger making him jerk forward. he didn’t have a chance to regain balance before you pushed him back on the couch with a thud. he squirmed on the leather seat cock bobbing between his legs precum beading at the slit.
“you really are a freak,” you smiled, lifting the toy admiring the familiar ridges that left you quivering. you held it beside his own cock admiring aching member. haechan’s cock was what you would call pretty, plush red tip, subtle veining, not too long and just slightly thicker than average. it seemed to hang heavy between his supple thighs.
“why do you like this one?” you ask, tilting your head curiously looking at him from between his legs. he’d dreamt of you between his legs but not while he was handcuffed and you were scolding him, more of you between his legs choking on his cock.
“uh, i, you,” he paused, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. “you, i watched you use it.”
“oh really? of course you have. what haven’t you seen at this point.” you roll your eyes flicking your wrist to tap against his lower stomach with the tip of the toy to bring his attention back to you.
“you, you looked so hot. you always look hot, but you use this one so much,” he whispered. his words made heat pool between your legs. the idea of him watching you cum over and over, none the wiser to his viewing. if you had known you might have been more deliberate with your actions.
“did you like that? did watching me get you all hard?” you cooed bringing your fingers to circle the head of his cock collecting the precum spreading it around. he hummed staring down at the movement between his legs. “i bet you came in your pants like a stupid bitch.” your words were shooting to his cock, twitching when before you flicked the head again making his legs shake.
“i loved it. i love it.” he whimpered.
“how’d you touch yourself?” you cocked a brow at him waiting for his response. you’d never gotten off on dominating someone always preferring to be the one getting dominated, but you could feel your panties dampening with each reaction, sound, and bob of his cock.
“i was at work.” he started licking his lips. “i uh, it wasn’t busy. i went to the employee bathrooms. you were still, you weren’t using it yet. you were sitting here and fingering yourself. your pussy was so wet, i wanted to taste you so bad.” he paused again taking a breath. “put my phone on the sink so i could watch you but then i kept seeing myself in the mirror. watched you and watched myself when i came. came so hard watching you. fucking pussy was so wet you were fucking dripping. wanted to be in you. came so hard and so much, made a mess. got in trouble for being gone for so long but it was worth it.” he finished finally making eye contact with you.
you hoped he didn’t notice how turned on he was making you. the way he spoke about you in such a filthy way. you didn’t see haechan, your obnoxious annoying roommate in front of you, but donghyuck, the loser you met your first year who was awkward and shy and not so secretly harboring a perverted feelings for you.
“you are fucking pathetic.” you raised your voice using the toy that was still in your hand to tap along his clothed stomach and up his chest. he keened when the toy brushed his nipples through the fabric of his sweatshirt.
he knew you knew about how sensitive his nipples were. it was just common knowledge in your circle everyone picked on haechan for it, pinching and tweaking his nipples to make him scream. no one knew that it made his cock hard though, of course now you would know.
“i am,” he confirmed, biting his lip when you laughed at his squirming.
“at least you’re aware.” you paused, dropping the toy in the his lap and bringing your fingers to unzip his sweatshirt. he was glad he didn’t wear anything beneath offering you easy access to his nipples. he whined when your skin finally met his, the teasing touches felt like electricity sparking on his chest.
“i’m so fucking pathetic,” he groaned when you tweaked his nipples, pinching the buds between your soft fingers, nails pressing into the pebbled skin. you laughed tauntingly at him, something about the way he called himself pathetic was so hot.
“i bet you’re glad i caught you, right? you were waiting and hoping for it. this is all your perverted little fantasies coming true. you should be thanking me.” there was spit pooling in his mouth, he felt dumb already, with how you were looking up at him an evil glint in your eyes and a teasing lilt in your tone.
“thank you, fuck.” he paused when you let your hand roam lower, one staying on his left nipple the other tickling lightly over his stomach. “thank you so much.”
you grabbed the toy again pressing the well worn button the sound of vibrations filled the space between you and haechan’s eyes widened. you moved the toy to tap against his nipple making him keen and fold into himself whines sliding up his throat.
“you’re so sensitive,” you coo at his reaction. switching the toy swiftly to the neglected nipple, making him squirm. you could help but laugh at how pathetic he looked squirming in front of you begging to stop but also asking for more his cock was throbbing precum slipping out with each pulse.
“it’s - fuck- ‘s too much,” he mewled pitifully, legs quivering.
“aww sorry, is it too much for you,” you teased lifting the toy from his nipple as he nodded.
“maybe this will help,” you offered, upping the vibrations before bringing the buzzing device between his legs touching the head of his cock. his eyes flew open as he groaned and writhed.
“please, y/n, oh god,” he strained the veins in his neck and lower stomach appearing under his skin.
“please what?” his hands were trying to separate but the chain didn’t let them so he opened and closed his fists tightly fully overwhelmed.
“i’m gonna cum oh god,” he cried, jerking his hips to rub against the buzzing toy.
“we can’t have that, can we,” you teased, pulling the toy away swiftly, making him whimper.
“please.” he sounded like he was sobbing now as his head hung down.
“do you really think it would be that easy?” you asked bringing the still buzzing toy back to his nipples his stomach tensed warm pleasure flooding him again.
“i’m sorry, fuck, so sorry,” he cried, bucking his hips up off the couch. you smirked at him turning up the toy again with a simple click. “please don’t i’ll cum.”
“you’ll cum just from your nipples?” your curiosity might just get the best of you when he nodded weakly.
“no way,” you teased excitedly, eager to see if he was telling the truth. you used your other hand to squeeze and pinch the untouched bud.
“can’t take it,” he whimpered, giving up to the tightening in his stomach so close to letting go.
“cum then, little pervert,” that was all he needed, the degrading name going straight to unravel the knot in his stomach. his hips jerked hot cum spurting out of his cock as you looked on in awe. his body was hot and buzzing, cum painting his chest.
“good boy.” you smiled, pulling the toy away and turning it off dropping it somewhere beside him. you dipped your fingers over his stomach collecting his cum before smearing it on his cheeks. he stuck his tongue out chasing your fingers. you scoffed slapping your sticky hand across his messy cheek.
“fuck,” he whimpered as you stood up in front of him, reaching to pat his head and brush the hair from his face. you didn’t realize how sweaty he had gotten, strands of hair sticking to his skin and his glasses were slightly foggy as he was catching his breath.
“i’m still not done with you. wouldn’t it be so much fun to just leave you sitting here cock out, cum on your chest, and handcuffed. your little camera, wherever it is, to record you.” his eyes went wide, shaking his head furiously.
“no no no what if jaemin or karina come home. no please,” he begged, whimpering up at you.
“then they would point and laugh at you, but you would like that too fucking perv.” you lifted your hands to pull your own shirt over your head seeing the boys’ adam’s apple bob as he made eye contact with your tits.
“fuck me,” he murmured, eyeing the bite marks that littered your chest.
“isn’t it better to see the real thing, in person? not through your shitty camera.” you told him as your own fingers now touched your nipples pulling and tugging at the buds. you felt more excited watching his reaction the way his eyes scanned as you toyed with your tits.
“so much fucking better.” he confirmed but you didn’t really need him to. his hands opened and closed almost trying to reach out for you.
“where is your little camera anyways?” you said turning around looking around the room.
“on the dvd shelf,” he says, hanging his head. you walked over to the shelf looking between dusty cd and dvd cases. “it’s with the old psp games.” he looked back up, gawking at the site of your bare back, marks from someone or multiple someone’s teeth littered your shoulders and neck along with a mark he again assumed was rope burn that went around your shoulders and disappeared at your back.
“aha,” you sounded, finally finding the small camera in the corner of the dark shelf. “as if you weren’t trying to be sneaky.” you laughed waving at the camera. you turned back around to face him but you didn’t move back towards him.
“i’m sorry,” he offered again.
“oh you will be. this camera is going to get the best view of me ruining you,” he groaned in response leaning back against the couch. you stalked back over to him and he looked back up at you.
“i think i’ve decided what else to do with you and you can tell me your color. i know you’re into this but i’m not as much of a perv as you and i value consent.” you brought your hands to your hips as he nodded up at you. “got it?”
“yes. i’m so green right now.”
“umhuh.” you slipped your hands beneath your waistband slipping your shorts down and letting them pool at your ankles. haechan wanted to cry not from anything other than how hot you were like your body was sculpted by michelangelo. the real thing was so much better than the cameras.
“eyes up here hyuck,” the endearing nickname slipping for your mouth and settling somewhere in haechan’s tummy filling him with warmth as he looked back up into your eyes.
“sorry you’re just so pretty,” he gulped.
“i know.” you laughed, stepping forward between his legs. “i don’t think you really deserve any of this for how disgusting you are. but at the same time i think you should stop fantasizing and get the real thing once right?” he nodded harshly, hair bobbing around his face. you brought one leg up, resting a foot on the arm of the couch fully trapping him with your cunt on display. his mouth was watering, your wetness glistening right in front of him he could practically taste you.
“you’re not even listening.” you tutted, bringing your hand between your legs a site he was all too familiar with. you dipped your fingers between your lips collecting an obscene amount of slick with your fingers before pulling them away. you leaned in front of haechan bringing your soaked fingers to shove between his lips. he moaned around your fingers not breaking eye contact as his tongue swirled around your creamy digits.
“this will help you focus, right?” you questioned, he nodded humming around your fingers. you moved your leg again this time bending to settle on his thighs again you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your skin pressed to his. his cock was just a few centimeters from being pressed against your own stomach.
“i’m going to ride you, and you’re going to like it, right?" he nodded, moaning again in response as your fingers fucked into his mouth. “and you’re going to make me cum. but you don’t cum until i say so.” he whimpered but bobbed his head anyway.
“good boy,” you praised, pulling your fingers from his mouth, spit spilling from his lips. you didn’t clean your hand bringing the slippery digits to caress his cheek mixing with his cum.
you leaned over grabbing the toy you had teased him with earlier before slipping off his lap and settling beside him. he watched intently the way you laid back against the opposite arm of the couch and spread your legs just for him. he turned his body fully peering between your legs, cunt glistening and fluttering.
“i didn’t say to move,” you said sternly, bringing a foot to press against his shoulder and push him back into his place before letting your leg drape over his. he neck craned to get the best view of your pussy.
you brought the toy between your legs sliding it over your clit circling the raised nub. you relaxed into the feeling staring at haechan who was staring between your legs, finally getting a front row seat to his favorite show.
“you’re drooling.” you taunt, and he brings his connected hands to wipe at the skin around his mouth just rubbing the spit around rather than removing it.
you turned on the toy, the vibrations immediately overtaking you, the buzz spreading in your lower stomach. you whined pulling your lip between your teeth flicking your wrist pleasure washing over you. you swirled the toy as pressure built in your stomach.
“you’re so fucking hot,” haechan mumbled, glancing up to see your face twist in pleasure. you watched him swipe his tongue over his lips and visibly gulp seeing the cream already dripping from between your legs.
you reached up grabbing his hair and pulled him to you kissing him harshly, it didn’t take him long to collect himself moving his lips against yours. his hands fumbled trying to rest them around you but just tugging against each other. you continued pressing the toy between your legs whimpering against his mouth.
he moaned into you when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tasted like those stupid double vanilla yogurt bars he loved so much.
you pulled him away spit connecting your mouths as his tongue lapped up as if reaching for you. you turned off the toy tossing it beside you, gripping his hair tighter and tugging him between your legs.
“use your tongue,” you whispered and he didn’t need another word, tongue sliding over your clit. kitten licking at your most sensitive spot, you tasted better than he could have imagined, still reminiscent of the taste of your panties but double or tripled or whatever.
he leaned in deeper feeling the tug on his scalp as he lapped at your hole feeling it flutter against his wet muscle. his tongue explored every spot it could touch sucking and drinking you up. he couldn’t hear you whining from the wet smacking his mouth was making as he ate you like his final meal.
he felt your hand pull his hair harder and your thighs shiver around his head, squeezing his glasses frame into his cheeks. he recognized the shiver as an indicator you were close so he went harder, suctioning his mouth around your clit and flicking his tongue over the bud. he was grinding down against the couch awkwardly cock already hard again grunting into your cunt.
your eyes rolled back as you came against his face, hips bucking, riding out your orgasm. he didn’t stop until you physically pulled him away, chin shiny and lips pulled in a shy smile.
“you taste so fucking good,” he looked up at you, leaning in again to lick one more long strip collecting as much slick as he could. you let go of his hair laying back to catch your breath and he stayed between your legs.
suddenly realizing how badly his wrists hurt pressed into the couch awkwardly beneath him. he sat up, eyes not leaving you, wanting so desperately to grab your hips and fuck his cock into your cunt.
finally opening your eyes looking up at him, heat in your cheeks and his hair was disheveled, glasses slipping down his nose. he was licking over his lips swiping his sleeve over his chin.
you sat back up and straddled him again before lifting up to your knees bringing a hand between the both of you grabbing his length and pressing it to your slippery entrance.
“holy fuck,” haechan groaned, staring down watching his cock slide between your folds. he could cum again just from this but he was determined to feel you wrapped around him. he felt dizzy with each swirl of your hips, your clit was swollen and puffy against his plush head.
“i’ve barely done anything,” you laughed, hearing him let out a strangled gasp when you sat down in one fluid motion. you sighed feeling so full all at once and his cock was so perfect filling you up completely.
“you’re fucking, holy shit, y/n.” he whined, hands grabbing for you but the chain stopping him from being able to hold your skin. he was squirming beneath you head shaking back and forth eyes closed, lashes fluttering on his cheeks. “fucking tight.”
“i know, hyuck,” you said, squeezing around him using it as punctuation. you lifted your hips finally moving, letting his cock slide inside of you perfectly. he looked a mess in front of you sweat trailing down his exposed chest and hair scruffy.
your hands slide under his sleeves pushing them down before gripping his shoulders using him for leverage bringing your hips up before slamming back down. his breath was hot and heavy as he leaned up and nuzzled into your chest. his tongue hung out of his mouth like a puppy panting and begging.
releasing one of his shoulders you reached between you both, yanking the chain that connected his hands pulling on it to lift his hands above his head and push them against the wall pressing into his chest. he looked up at you needy and desperate fists clenching in the air.
“keep them up,” you commanded, and he could only nod up at you, keeping his arms in place over his hand. this gave you more room to swivel your hips above him.
“good boy, you feel so good, hyuckie,” you mewled, grinding down on him, clit pressing into his hips. he whimpered at the nickname head lulling back into your chest with a cry. his tongue stuck out again leaving wet strips against your skin he was murmuring against you but you couldn’t tell what he was saying.
his hips were thrusting upwards, meeting your every move. his hands felt heavy above his head and he urged, to bring them around you trapping you against him but he wasn’t going to break another rule.
“feel so good. wanna fuck you,” he mouthed against your breast tongue searching for your nipple.
“you are fucking me,” you breathed, threading a hand through his hair, the head of his cock pressing perfectly deep inside of you.
“no i- i know,” he paused, slurping lewdly sucking your nipple into his mouth making you gasp. “i want to fuck you.” he repeated his words came out garbled as his tongue swirled around the bud. he looked up at you mischievously batting his lashes.
“i’m not uncuffing you if that's what you think.” you said sternly gripping his locks and pulling his head from your chest to look down at him while your hips were bucking erratically on top of him.
“hurts.”
“good,” you replied with a smile that was quickly replaced with an open mouthed gasp and a tighter grip on his hair. he thrusted up into you, filling you to the brim, your walls squeezing his cock.
“can i please? been fucking dreaming of your cunt.” he leaned back resting his arms on his head for some relief. “i mean literally,” he paused with a groan eyes moving down from your sticky chest to his cock disappearing into your cunt. “having wet fucking dreams like a loser.”
“you are a loser and a filthy pervert. dreaming about your roommate who you’ve been peeping on it’s fucking disgusting.” he reeled at your words shooting to his cock, squeezing his eyes together fending off the urge to release hot cum inside your tight hole like he had dreamed.
“tell me your dream.” his eyes opened glazed over with lust and desire looking at you, cheeks red and glasses fully fogged hiding the dilation of his pupils.
“had you, in my bed.” he paused when you rocked particularly hard against him. “laid down all pretty. fucking sexy, was fucking you so good. you kept crying and crying and wanting more. shit- fucked my cum into your cunt.” his words went straight between your legs stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock before you brought your fingers from his hair to his chest and already to his abused nipples.
“fuck oh my god you’re gonna make me cum,” he cried hands falling from his head to push against your stomach trying to stop you.
“you gonna fuck your cum into my cunt?” you teased feeling your own orgasm rushing towards you. he nodded squirming at the feeling doing everything he could to stop himself. but your warm tight heat was sucking him in like a vice, he wanted so badly to bend you over ass up and fuck his cum deep into your cunt until you were full and dripping.
“then do it,” you demanded. he stared at you as if asking for permission eyes glinting up at you with need when you nodded back at him. he wasted no time, his arms moved up and over you trapping you against his sweaty chest, hands splaying over your back and moving down to try and grip at your ass, as his hips sped up beneath you. the new angle allowing him to fill you up deeper, cock hitting you perfectly. skin smacking together moaning in unison as he pounded into you.
“i’m gonna cum, hyuck,” you whined, eyes closed as he stared up at you with determination.
“cum on my cock, fuck. gonna fill you up,” he groaned, his tongue licked against your chest again driving you over the edge with a cry and shaking legs.
“holy shit,” you mewled, letting the pleasure overtake you, grinding down on his hips in return.
“fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he whined, suddenly you not only wanted him to cum but you needed him to. bringing your fingers from his shoulders to tap your fingers down his chest and pinch at his nipples.
“fuck, y/n,” hot breath hitting your neck as he groaned. you were dancing on the edge of over sensitivity.
“cum for me, fill my cunt up, please hyuckie,” you whined, he responded with a moan and jerk of his hips letting his hot cum shoot deep inside of you.
he continued thrusting into you looking down at the white ring forming around the base of his cock as you tried to push at his hips to stop him but he had you pressed against himself.
“don’t wanna fucking stop, shit,” he groaned as his hips finally slowed the overstimulation spreading down his own body making his toes curl and legs shake.
you fell against him, head tucking into his neck as you caught your breath. his hands smoothed over your back relaxing you.
“gimme your hands,” you finally said breaking the silence and he lifted his arms from around you bringing them between you both.
“you take the cameras down tomorrow,” you said sternly and he nodded. you grabbed his hands pressing a button on one cuff to unlock it before doing the other. once his hands were free he brought them back around you, grabbing your ass like he had been wishing to do before lifting you up.
“shh, let me,” he answered before you could protest. he laid you back against the couch before pulling out staring between your legs watching his cum slide out. he leaned down face to face with your cunt again. his fingers spreading your pussy as he leaned in to lap his own cum from your cunt. you gawked at him watching him lewdly slurp your pussy collecting every drop of your combined juices.
“you really are disgusting,” he just smirked up at you from between your legs. not moving as he let his tongue roam your cunt again.
“nope,” you said pushing a hand against his head already feeling overstimulated. but he didn’t really care you tasted so good and looked so good from where he sat.
“hyuck, ‘m sensitive,” you whimpered, protests going unnoticed as you squirmed and pulled on his hair.
“just taste so good,” he mumbled, hands reaching to grab your thighs he so desperately wanted to grip earlier. he felt unrestricted this time hands kneading your skin feeling the goosebumps rise.
“too much,” you whined when he suckled your clit into his mouth. he tried to hold back a smile peaking up at you through his frames, eyes shut tight, lip pulled between your teeth, pretty face twisted in pleasure.
he couldn’t get enough lapping at your hole still tasting himself mixing with you. just reaffirming that he had really fucked you it wasn’t some fever dream. he fucked you and made you cum twice and came in your pretty pussy.
“so fucking good. just stay still,” he groaned into you vibrating against your cunt making your legs shake around him.
“so hard, ‘s too much, hyuck,” you whimpered, your other hand had moved up to grip your breast while the other stayed pulling at his locks.
“just one more, baby,” he smiled, leaning back to admire the way your cunt was gushing all over again before settling back placing kisses over your lips and clit. he moved one of the hands holding you down rest just above the action where he was fucking his tongue into you. his fingers swirled over your clit making you whine.
“sound so pretty. even better in person,” he chuckled, the pleasure was bubbling in your stomach all over again.
he watched you shiver knowing you were close he moved his fingers and suctioned his mouth around your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud listening to your whine and whimper was music to his ears.
“cum,” he said releasing for a moment before diving back between your legs slurping at your cunt. you couldn’t hold it back legs shivering around his face again, crying into your palm as you came.
“good girl,” he said between licks, he finally pulled away when the tugging on his hair got to be too much. you laid there catching your breath staring up at the ceiling.
“you’re pussy is like the most perfect creation, swear to god,” he said rather seriously taking you from your empty day dream to look over at him admiring the space between your legs. he glanced up at you making quick eye contact before watching your still fluttering hole. your head felt full and foggy but also empty and numb.
“would you sit on my face.”
“no more,” you said sitting up to push him off.
“maybe like tomorrow,” he asked with a smirk.
“shut up,” you groaned moving your legs from around him and rolling off the couch. wobbling on your feet he lifted a hand to slap your ass playfully, you whined cuffs in one hand and toy in the other before walking down the hall. he watched you patter to your room listening for the door.
“wanna play more zelda,” he called when he got off the couch, legs equally as shaky.
“yeah in like thirty minutes,” you called back making him smile.
before long you were both back together on the couch, cleaned up and somewhat put together sitting beside each other sharing his double vanilla yogurt ice cream and bickering back and forth about the gameplay.
“can i put one in your room?” haechan asked when the conversation had lulled. you sat up staring daggers into him.
“have you learned nothing?”
“if i say no will you do that again?” he smirked over at you.
“god you really are sick in the head.”
“i love it when you’re mean to me,” he said, tilting his head to tease you.
“probably a little too much don’t you think?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning back.
“a normal amount for a perverted fuck like me,” you laughed at him eyes drifting back to the screen when he unpaused and started to play again. the room was somewhat quiet until he offered you tips and tried to tell you what he was doing in the game.
your mind was drifting similarly to the way his did earlier. the idea of having him watch you but knowing this time was arousing all over again. you thought to the camera that was still in the room that had recorded the two of you fucking not even an hour earlier. you wondered what it would be like if there was a camera in his room that you could watch. catching him jerking off at his desk or humping his pillow or having a wet dream about god knows what.
“you can put one in my room but only if i get to put one in your room,” his jaw dropped, not expecting you to agree and add delicious stipulations.
“are you fucking serious,” he said, as link fell from a sky island to his death.
“yes, but don’t be weird about it. we’re not making this weird,” you said gesturing between the two of you and whatever this relationship was. “also no watching if there’s someone else involved.”
“deal,” he raised his hand for a shake of agreement, he tried to seem casual but his mind was running a marathon at all the prospects.
“since you’re being so generous, will you tell me who’s been eating my ice cream?” he said tipping the popsicle stick to you, you laughed over at him.
“shotaro.” you responded with a glint in your eyes.
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Jaelyn's fic recs!
Fluff- 🧡
Smut - 💛
Part One! -> Part Two!
Alastor-
☆ Deer Dolly - Series by @ohproserpine 🧡
☆ for valentines day, i thought i'd buy a gun. By @ohproserpine
synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose. 🧡💛?
☆ Alastor x Wife!Reader by @altruisticalastor
Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to 💛
☆ my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife by @iicarused
synopsis:reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life) 🧡?
☆ come back to me by @iicarused
synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon (part ii) 🧡?
☆ alastor + cunnilingus by @vmpyria 💛
☆ heaven knows your name by @iicarused
synopsis: heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart 🧡
☆ alastor x married!reader by @bigfatbimbo 🧡
☆ DANCE WITH THE DEVIL by @popamolly
summary. Amidst the vibrant 1920s in New Orleans, a forbidden love unfolds in the lively jazz-filled atmosphere, evolving from an intoxicating romance to a twisted tale of heartbreak and murder, serving as a reminder to never dance with the devil. 🧡💛?
Johnnie Guilbert-
☆ New Set by @corrodedcoffins-blog
summary: Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics 🧡
☆ Collab by @teapartyprincess4two
summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real. 🧡
☆ Run Your Mouth by @samandcolby-ownme
Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex. 💛
☆ vampire!Johnnie x reader by @caeunot
summary- you find out your bf is a vampire 🧡💛?
☆ johnnie guilbert x reader by @caeunot
summary- johnnie writing zombie about you 🧡
☆ You by @sturnsreader 💛
☆ you know i’ll keep you in my locket by @stardustloserdoll 🧡
JSchlatt-
☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛
☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?
☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛
☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡
☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛
Ellie Williams-
☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛
☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin
summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛
☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie
summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛
☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛
☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband
summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛
Alex Turner-
☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog
summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛
☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛
☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛
Spiderman-
☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡
☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡
☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit
Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛
☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle
Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛
☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker
Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛
☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs
Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛
Fred Weasley-
☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler
summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛
☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛
☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛
☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales
Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡
☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡
Steve Harrington-
☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae
summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛
☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs
summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛
☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser
summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛
Eddie Roundtree-
☆ Blind Date by @luvfae
Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛
☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae
summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛
Extras-
☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro
Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡
☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz
summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡
☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess
Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛
☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw
Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛
☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog
Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛
#alastor x reader#jschlatt x reader#johnnie guilbert x reader#ellie williams x reader#spiderman x reader#alex turner x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie roundtree x reader#brian quinn x reader#xavier thorpe x reader#judd birch x reader#peter quill x reader#loki x reader#fic recs
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hii! i have a request i thought of a few days ago, fem!reader x slytherin boys (mainly mattheo riddle) where they noticed something wrong with her and she lies about it and mattheo says something along the line of “cut the bullshit”
CW: cussing, Angst, insecure reader, screaming, Arguing
You've been hanging out with the Slytherins less and less, not eating with them or hanging out at Blaise's Dorm after class.
That Fact alone wouldn't be unusual. It's exam Season after all and you often spend that time holed up in your Dorm, Studying and Eating what your Roommates bring you up.
The Problem occurs when you stop coming to Sunday Hangouts.
It's not an actual Agreement or anything, but it's become a Routine never broken.
Never.
No matter what's going on, on Sunday at around 9 PM you all meet at the Greenhouse.
Mattheo's always the first there and Tom's the last.
Pansy never figured out a certain time she would arrive while Draco always turns up at exactly 9:06:56
Down to the motherfucking Second
Blaise always brings a Book he doesn't read, Theo always forgets the Snacks he's supposed to bring and brings the sweets only he likes instead, while you always bring a Sketchbook.
It's 9:34 and you're not here.
You weren't there last week but Blaise convinced the others to talk about it Today.
Mattheo was stressing about talking with you and got into an all-time high of fights all week.
Now, you're not here.
Everyone is here
Except for you
It's pissing Mattheo off and at this point, the others are just as peeved
You are in your room crying
You know you should be at the Greenhouse rn, and doing anything else feels weird
The last 3 years you have spent every Sunday at the Greenhouse
For two weeks you haven't
The Slytherins loudly knock on your door and you quickly wipe away the tears, taking a few deep breaths to seem more collected
Mattheo sees your red eyes and is immediately worried although anger quickly overcomes him
Why didn't you tell him something was wrong?
God, why can you never just talk to him??
"Oh, hi guys!"
You force a smile but they see through it
"Wtf, y/n. Where have you been, what's going on???"
"I've just been studying, you know how i get"
"Cut the crap, wtf is actually going on?"
Blaise pulls him back a bit to not make you feel cornered
Theo steps forward, missing the point of Mattheo getting pulled back "We worry!! You can't just cut contact for two weeks. We excused you not coming to hang out last week but two times in a row?!"
"Calm down guys, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation to all of this, Right?" Pansy says, but the last words have some venom you didn't expect.
Not from her
Your best Friend
Hot tears fall from your eyes and Tom pulls Pansy to the side while Mattheo steps closer, his eyes filled with worry
"Mi Vida? Can I hug you?"
His Voice is soft and his open Arms look so inviting.
You want to step back and say no so badly when you remember the words that caused this, but you can't bring yourself to do so. Silently nodding
He wraps his arms around you in a matter of seconds pulling you as close as he can.
You can hear Blaise's annoyed voice talk the others into leaving you alone
He is the only one smart enough to realize how overwhelmed you are
One after the other they usher out
All with various amounts of Backtalk, while you and Mattheo stay still. Standing in the middle of the now empty room, Papers and Books scattered all around you, Mattheo buries his Head in your Neck.
"Wanna tell me what's wrong, baby?"
Pt. 2 with Backstory and more Angst?
#headcanon#fluff#writing#fanfic#harry potter#mattheo x reader#mattheo riddle#mattheo x you#mattheoxreader#mattheo x y/n#mattheo riddle x reader#slytherin boys react#slytherin#slytherin boys x reader
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instead of you [part thirty-two] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)
word count: 2.2k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi
The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend.
You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far.
But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing.
But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway.
That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.
“Want one?” he asked.
“What is it?”
“Grilled ham and cheese.”
You nodded. “Hit me.”
He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours.
“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally.
“Oh, I don’t live here.”
“Are you a pledge then?”
“No.”
“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”
“Nope.”
“Are your friends?”
“Nah.”
“So you’re just…”
“Stealing their food? Kind of.”
You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”
He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.”
You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent.
“English?” you asked.
“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”
You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”
“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”
“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.
“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”
“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”
He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink.
“Thank you!”
“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.”
“Yes, chef.”
He gave you a look, making you freeze in place.
“What? Should I not call you that?”
“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.”
“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted.
“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.”
“Only the majority?”
He winked at you. “Bingo.”
“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?”
“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”
“Jisung. Nice name.”
“Thanks. Do you have one?”
You grinned. “I do.”
He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”
You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret.
“You have a nice name too.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”
You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
“Good?”
“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned.
“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.”
“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.”
“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”
“Make me a drink, then?” he asked.
“Gladly.”
You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge.
“Let’s see what they have in here.”
“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?”
“Guess that makes us partners in crime.”
You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out.
Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila.
“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained.
He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”
“Fine, suit yourself.”
You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed.
You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”
Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”
You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him.
“Sorry, wanted to check.”
“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?“ he mused.
“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”
“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”
“I take everything seriously.”
He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.”
-
That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.
You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you.
“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.
“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.
“Uh-”
“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”
“You what?”
“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up.
You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself.
“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”
“Jisung, I-”
“I asked you a question.”
“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”
“That makes it better?”
“No, I just thought you should know.”
“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”
You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.”
Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”
“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”
“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it.
“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction.
It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair.
He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence.
“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”
“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right.
“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”
You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.”
“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped.
You swallowed hard, choking a bit.
“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”
“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”
“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”
“Oh my god!”
“Am I wrong?”
You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”
“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.”
“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned.
“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.”
Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”
“I know but he was drunk.”
“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.”
You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway.
“I know.”
“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?”
“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”
“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.”
You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet.
You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to.
“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”
“O-okay,” you mumbled.
Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.
“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.”
You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly.
“Oh, and a word of advice-”
“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together.
“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”
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A New Kind of Love: Chapter III
Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), friends with benefits, smut, angst, romance, drama
Pairing: Minho x F!Reader
Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Nonconsensual touching, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Physical Violence (Minho punches a guy), Degradation, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Word Count: 5,377
Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.
A/N: Apologies for the lengthy chapter. I am also realizing that I have written a lot of parties into this story haha, but it's college. Side note/fun fact: I based the campus and house off of Penn State and where I used to live. Feedback/thoughts are always welcome!
Chapter III: Those Are Mine Now
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Fall semester was coming to a close and the first snow had fallen on campus. You loved the smell of snow and the sound it made when it crunched under your boots. It rarely ever snowed back home. A few weeks had gone by since your library encounter with Minho and as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His touch, his tongue, they were haunting your dreams both day and night. As you replay the moment in your head, you miss Yuqi and Momo walking up to your table at the usual meet up spot. Yuqi sits down across from you and exchanges a look with Momo as they notice your spaced out state.
“Ground control to Major Tom?” Yuqi waves at you to get your attention.
“It appears we've lost connection,” the two girls mimic speaking into an intercom. You banish Minho from your head and smile at them.
“Sorry.”
“Damn, where did you go?” Momo, your other best friend, slides into the booth next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
“Nowhere…” you shrug your shoulders. After placing your orders, the girls turn their attention to you.
“So are you going to Max’s party this weekend?” You look between Momo and Yuqi blinking.
“I guess she hasn’t heard,” Momo says. “Max is throwing a party at the Theta Chi house Saturday night to celebrate the end of finals. You have to come!”
“Jisung is going so he’s bringing his roommates with him,” Yuqi adds.
“Wow I guess you two are really hitting it off.” You mindlessly flip through the sugar packets for something to add to your tea.
Yuqi bites the tip of her thumb and scrunches her nose. “Yes.” She starts to giggle.
“Ew, okay.” You stick your finger down your throat, jokingly.
“Stop, I really like him!” She covers her face shyly.
“They’re all over each other, it’s gross.” Momo rolls her eyes in gest.
Yuqi scoffs. “Whatever, you just can't stand how cute we are.”
“That is accurate.” You laugh at Momo’s comment before changing the topic.
“So you said Jisung and his roommates will be there?”
Yuqi is scrolling through her phone mindlessly. “Yeah.” You pick at your napkin trying to act nonchalant.
“All of them or just-”
Yuqi lets out a frustrated sigh. “If you’re trying to ask if Minho will be there then just say so.” She places her hands on her hips and gives you a pointed look. The waiter walks over interrupting to drop off your food.
Momo takes hold of her plate and turns to you, “Minho? Who is that?”
“No one. He’s no one.”
“No one doesn’t fuck someone in a library, Y/n.” Yuqi raises an eyebrow, casually taking a sip of her coffee.
Momo’s eyes go wide as she shouts, “ What?!” You look around at the other restaurant patrons and try to shoosh the girls. Yuqi lets out a cackle. “What the hell, Y/n. Spill!” Momo drops her hand from your shoulder and nudges you for an explanation.
“Sorry, it’s nothing really. We just kinda hooked up a few weeks ago.”
“Minho went down on her in the stacks.” Yuqi says with a mouthful of food.
“In the stacks?” Momo lets out a whistle. “Yeah, sure sounds like nothing.” They both laugh and you kick them under the table.
“Ouch!” They cry out in unison.
Yuqi rubs her calf, still laughing. “And to answer your question. Yes, he will be there.”
“I didn’t ask.” You take a sip of your tea and shrug. Yuqi kicks you under the table now, but you don’t react.
“What are we going to do with her?” Yuqi sighs.
Momo looks at you coyly, “I can think of a few things.” She winks at you.
“Okay, now it’s my turn to be grossed out,” Yuqi feigns disgust as she looks at her meal. “And in front of my salad.”
“Speaking of tossed salad.” You choke on your drink and start laughing along with Momo. Yuqi throws her fork down. “I just lost my appetite.” She raises her finger in the air, “Check, please!”
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On your way to the arts building to take your last final of the semester, you see Minho talking to a very pretty girl. Shoot. You had definitely been avoiding him at home and on campus recently, but curiosity gets the better of you. Quickly ducking behind some students, you settle behind a tree to get a better look. Minho stands leaning against a wall of a neighboring building. He’s dressed in utility pants, crewneck, and a beanie. He looks good. Too good. What a dick, you think. He’s laughing with her and they seem to be close. You feel an unfamiliar pang in your chest at the sight of them together. Minho looks in your direction and you flee into a crowd, sprinting to your final.
Minho chats with his dance partner, Mel. They break out into laughter as they recall something funny their dance instructor said earlier during their final. They have known each other since the start of Freshman year and while they weren’t best friends, there was still a closeness between them as dance partners. Minho was blown away by her skill the first time he watched her dance and knew he had to make her his partner after that. Mel has really helped him grow as a dancer and maybe had an influence on his patience too. While going over their plans for Christmas break, Minho feels the back of his neck tingle and senses eyes on him. He turns to look for the source and thinks he spies you, but you’re gone before he can confirm it’s you. He looks back to Mel to continue their chat when Mel’s girlfriend, Leah, joins them.
“Hey, you two.” Leah plants a kiss on Mel’s cheek. Minho greets her with a nod.
Leah looks at Minho and pats his arm. “You going to Max’s party this weekend?”
“Yeah, Jisung is making us go.”
“Making?” Mel questions.
“A girl he’s sweet on will be there so all the guys are going as moral support.” He shrugs.
“Sweet on? Are you from the past, old man?” Leah tries to poke Minho in the rib teasingly, but he immediately flinches, avoiding her. She turns to Mel, “We should get going, love.” Mel nods and gives Minho a wave.
“See you this weekend!”
He watches them leave admiring the two of them as they walk hand in hand. Minho catches himself imagining the two of you similarly walking around campus and gives himself a slap.
“Stop that!” he chastises himself and leaves for his next class.
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Momo, Yuqi, and you stand at the base of the stairs of the Theta Chi house and look up. There are colorful lights blinking in the window and you can hear the base of whatever song is blasting. Yuqi pulls you both into her side and you ascend the steps. As soon as you open the door you're greeted by a flood of people dancing and chatting. Yuqi helps guide you through the crowd for a meeting point she had pre-planned with Jisung. Jisung and Felix spot all of you and Jisung jumps in the air to capture your attention. Yuqi sees him and shrieks excitedly. Still holding onto your arm, she starts running in the direction of the boys. You quickly grab Momo’s hand as you are pulled through the sea of people. Jisung pulls Yuqi into a hug and places a peck on her cheek. They stare into each other’s eyes fondly as they say hi to each other. It makes your chest tighten a little.
“Oh my god. They really are whipped for each other,” you whisper into Momo’s ear. She laughs and nods back.
“Hey, Y/n!” Jisung pulls you into a hug next, followed by Felix. Felix lingers a little and you notice he is staring at something past you. Minho watches the four of you from across the room and meets Felix’s eyes. Felix releases you.
“Hi Felix," you smile at him.
“It’s good to see you again,” he says, giving your arms a gentle squeeze.
You look at Jisung. “Hey, neighbor.”
“I feel like it’s been a while since we’ve seen you,” Jisung says. You laugh uncomfortably and Yuqi turns away to hide her knowing giggle.
“Just been busy I guess.” You turn to Momo, bringing her forward. “This is our friend, Momo, by the way.”
“Momo! We finally meet!” Jisung grabs her and gives her an unexpected tight hug. Yuqi’s face lightens up with the biggest smile. Momo looks at the two of you with a shocked face and laughs. Jisung releases her and Felix takes her hand as they exchange hellos. After Felix offers to grab beers for everyone, the four of you settle into a corner and comfortably chat. Felix eventually returns with drinks and joins in on the conversation.
You take a few sips, nodding your head to whatever Jisung is saying while you casually scan the room for someone. For him. Right on cue, the crowd parts and directly across the room in front of you, stands Minho. You notice his hand holding a red cup and find yourself staring at his fingers, then your eyes drift up to his arm admiring the tattoo covering most of his forearm. You make a mental note to get a better look at it later. Minho feels your gaze and looks in your direction. He thinks you’re staring at him at first, but then follows your eyes to his arm. He tilts his head and a grin spreads across his face. He takes a sip of his drink purposely pulling you from your thoughts. Your eyes meet. A warm sensation trickles through your body. Minho turns his attention back to someone. It’s her. The pretty girl from before. Did he come here with her? And who the heck is she? Are they sleeping together? You want to ask Jisung or Felix who Minho is talking to, but worry you’ll only get more questions back from them. Minho puts his hand on the girl’s shoulder and you feel an emotion akin to jealousy ignite within you. Momo notices you looking distracted so she nudges you.
You face her and arch a brow. “What?”
Momo leans into your ear. “Let’s dance.”
Felix asks to accompany the two of you and the three of you walk out to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Minho watches you curiously, but remains chatting with Mel. Felix and Momo sandwich you between them while you jump around dancing and shouting the lyrics of the song playing. You try to forget about Minho and his pretty friend and get lost in the music. A girl you recognize from one of your art history classes taps on Felix’s shoulder and asks him to dance. He looks at you and Momo for permission, but you both wave him away.
“Go, have fun, babe!” He leaves the two of you to dance together. Momo gets distracted by someone behind her and chats them up so you now dance alone. Minho catches your eye again and you see him with another girl. You turn around growing further annoyed. Why isn’t he coming to say hi? Minho looks at the back of you wondering what game you're playing. He turns to Mel’s girlfriend, Leah, and excuses himself for a moment. He starts to make his way onto the dance floor when another guy steps in instead. He’s unsure what’s said, but he assumes he is asking to dance with you. You wrap your arms around the guy and start moving together. Minho feels anger boil under his skin, but decides to go find his roommates before he does something dumb.
Momo finally returns her attention back to you and gives your new dance partner a get lost look. “My turn,” she shouts as she grabs hold of your waist possessively. You thank your dance partner and turn around to face Momo. The two of you dance in the middle of the makeshift dance floor while taking more swigs of beer. She takes hold of you pulling you in closely. You both get into the rhythm and her warm body feels good against yours. You wrap an arm around her neck gently grinding into her. She takes that as a signal and brings you in for a kiss. It wasn’t the first time you had messed around with Momo. The two of you usually end up making out at some point whenever you attend parties together. Momo slides a hand down and gives your ass a squeeze. You slap her jokingly, but she doesn’t relent. Instead, she slides her tongue further into your mouth and you can feel her moan. Excitement rushes through you.
Minho finds Jisung and Yuqi in the backyard. They have been joined by a few of his other roommates, Hyunjin and Changbin. Jisung’s hand is wrapped around Yuqi’s back, holding her closely to his side. Minho hasn’t seen Jisung look this happy in a long time and it makes him swell with joy. He bumps beer bottles with the boys, greeting each other.
Yuqi leans into Minho’s side. “Have you seen Y/n?”
“She’s on the dance floor with your other friend.”
“Momo?” she asks. Minho nods and looks back in the direction of the dance floor.
“They’re somewhere over-” he cuts himself off when he spots the two of you making out. Yuqi and Jisung follow his gaze curiously. Yuqi sees the two of you embracing each other and rolls her eyes. Jisung stands with his mouth open like a fish and Yuqi smacks his chest. He laughs, but nervously looks to Minho for his reaction.
“I guess it’s that time of night then,” Yuqi says jokingly. “They’re like that sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” Jisung says surprised. “Aren’t they friends?”
“Yeah, of course, and it’s just two drunken friends having fun. Don’t read too much into it.” She says that more for Minho’s benefit, but notices his fist balled at his side.
“There’s nothing between them. It doesn’t mean anything, I promise.” She places a hand on his forearm to reassure him. Minho looks at Yuqi and gives her a quick smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. He takes the last sip of his beer and walks away. Changbin notices Minho leaving abruptly.
“Where is Hyung going?” He asks Jisung.
“Probably to get another drink,” he lies. Minho hadn’t really told anyone about the nature of his relationship with you, but Jisung and Felix knew something was happening.
If you were being honest with yourself, you knew there was a chance Minho would see the two of you together. You didn’t know where he was, but you could feel him near. Were you doing this for attention? Maybe. Did you know why? Your buzzed state convinced yourself no. Momo weaves her fingers into your hair, pushing you closer together. Her kisses were becoming more desperate. You try to enjoy the sweet taste of your silly friend’s tongue in your mouth while you both sway to the upbeat music together, but Minho’s potentially disappointed face keeps interrupting your thoughts. You decide it is time to stop. You disconnect your lips and Momo whines when you try to step away. She pulls you back and nuzzles into your neck, licking your sensitive spots. She was definitely tipsy and the two of you often got touchy feely, sometimes more in the privacy of your apartment, but things were getting borderline public indecency now.
“Babe, we should stop,” you reluctantly push her away.
“Fine.” she says exasperated. “I’m gonna go grab another drink.” You could tell she was disappointed so you call after her.
“I love you!”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waves you off.
Alone in the crowd you look around for Minho, but accidentally bump into someone else. You face the person you assailed and see a gorgeous dimpled man smiling back at you.
“Y/n?” It takes you a moment to connect the dots.
“Oh! Chris?”
“Yeah!” The two of you had recently seen each other in passing, but hadn’t spoken much. You look down to inspect him.
“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”
“Nah, nah you're good.” The two of you start to casually dance together and chat when Momo finally returns with a new drink in hand. She looks to Chris then you.
“Is this the famous Minho?” Your eyes widen in mortification. Chris coughs and laughs, which makes you wonder if Minho told Chris about what had happened between you. You brush it off and recover your composure.
“Uh, no, this is-”
“I’m Chris,” he puts a hand out and Momo takes it. “I’m one of Y/n’s neighbors.”
“Oh, how fun.” She looks at you and smiles while waggling her brows. Still holding hands, you notice the two are definitely attracted to each other so you use this as an opportunity to escape.
“Alright, well, why don’t you two chat. It looks like I am in need of a refill now.”
“Later!” Momo waves without breaking eye contact with Chris. Pushing through the crowd of drunk college students, you look back and see Momo wrap her arms around Chris’s neck as they start to dance. Good. You love Momo, but you sometimes worry that if the two of you keep things going too long, feelings might get skewed and you don't want to risk losing her friendship…even if it was a lot of fun.
The kitchen is surprisingly sparse of people and you take a moment to soak in the quiet. You pour some punch into a solo cup and lean against the counter to sip. Minho knocks on the wall to announce his presence.
“Hey.” He stands with his hands in his pockets. He’s wearing black jeans with a white v-neck tee and jean jacket. You can feel your heart start to race so you look into your cup for a distraction.
“Hey,” you say casually. He takes a step into the kitchen and hovers. Minho can tell you’re trying to avoid him. Unable to take these games he finally speaks.
“Look, we need to talk.”
Before he can say what he wants to say, Kyle enters the kitchen and greets you, completely unaware of Minho’s presence..
“We meet again, sweetheart.”
A slight panic sets in as your two hookups stand in the same room together. You can feel your cheeks warm from embarrassment. “Hi, Kyle,” you say awkwardly.
“I was hoping we’d run into each other.” Minho feels anger climb up his spine as he sees Kyle swoop you into an embrace. He walks out of the kitchen in defeat. You peer over Kyle’s shoulder and watch him leave. The pang in your heart returns. Kyle releases you and pins you to the counter.
“I’ve missed you.” You look away from the empty space where Minho stood then meet Kyle’s eyes. You cock your head to the side amused. “Sure, you have.”
He leans in and whispers. “I’m serious. I miss the way you feel, baby.” You’re annoyed at his words turning you on. Are you really this horny or just tipsy? You chastise yourself.
“Why don’t we take this upstairs, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know, Kyle.” You attempt to deny him.
“Are we really going to do this same dance every time?” He takes hold of your hand and heads for the second floor. Minho watches as the two of you disappear up the stairs and decides he’s had enough.
The two of you walk into the hallway where a few other couples had escaped to for some privacy. Kyle pushes you against the wall and kisses your neck. You place a hand on the back of his head as you feel your body give in to his caresses. He starts to pull you towards a bedroom, but the pang in your heart gets even louder. This isn’t right. You place your hands on Kyle’s shoulder and push him off of you.
“I don’t think we should, Kyle.”
“Come on, baby. Just a quickie.”
You roll your eyes and laugh as he starts to kiss your cheek. You push him away again.
“I’m being serious, Kyle. I don’t want to do this.” He ignores you and tries to guide you into an open bedroom, but he’s interrupted when he’s ripped from your arms.
“Get off her.” Minho yanks Kyle off of you pushing him into the other wall.
“Who the fuck are you?” Kyle shouts.
“Minho, what the hell are you doing?” Kyle interrupts you and lunges at Minho. Minho anticipates the move and decks him, knocking him down to the ground.
You look down at Kyle in horror. “Minho, what the actual fuck?” Minho doesn’t hear you and instead throws you over his shoulder. Kyle attempts to stand, but Minho whips around with you in tow and threatens him to “stay down.” Kyle slumps back on the ground. Minho’s punch dazed him a little. He holds his hands up in surrender.
“Fine, she’s all yours.”
“Gee, thanks, Kyle,” you say sarcastically as you and Minho walk down the stairs. You try to wriggle out of his grasp, but this just makes him grip onto your exposed thighs harder. He takes you outside to the front of the house and cautiously places you on the ground. You see him hover closely, anticipating your escape, but you just cross your arms and scoff.
“What? Do you think I’m going to run away?” The two of you stare each other down before he takes hold of your elbow.
“We’re going home.” It’s not a question, but a demand.
You pull your arm from his grasp. “You’re not my dad, Minho! You can’t tell me what to do.”
He laughs at how childish you sound. He gets in your face and you have to lean back so your noses don’t brush. You forgot how good it felt to have him this close. Minho thinks the same, but he tries to remain focused. His voice lowers and he repeats himself, “We are going home.” A shiver runs through you at the shift in his tone. You bite your lip as you feel warmth shoot through your middle. Minho grabs your hand and you don’t fight him this time.
Finally in front of the house, he releases your hand and you walk past him, but he reaches back out for you and grasps your wrist before you can get too far. You swing back at the force and face him. Minho is looking to the ground when he speaks. He looks calmer now, a little unsure.
“Were you really going to sleep with that guy?”
You shrug, “Probably not.” He shoots air out his nose and shakes his head. He lets you go and leaves.
“Where are you going?” you shout.
“To bed?” He looks at you incredulously.
“You’re such an asshole.”
He stops in his tracks, turning to face you.
“I’m the asshole? Me?” He cannot believe how bratty you are being. He also hates how turned on he is.
“Yes.” You stick your tongue out at him. That’s it, he says to himself. His eyes darken and he takes long strides back to you. He grabs hold of your forearm and pulls you into the alleyway beside your shared house. He cages you against the cold brick wall and all you can do is stare at him in bewilderment at his sudden actions.
“What the fuck are you doing, Y/n?” he growls. His anger sends a pleasant sensation through your body again.
“What?” you ask. Doe eyes on full display. He laughs and releases a hand from the wall to run through his hair. The smell of his shampoo invades your senses and you have to keep yourself from purring. Minho looks back at you, all amusement gone from his face. Goosebumps visibly spread across your skin.
“So were you just going to fuck everyone at the party until you got my attention?” Your mouth drops in surprise. He wasn’t…wrong, but you also weren’t expecting him to call you out. You look down at your shoes and shift on your feet. Minho grabs hold of your chin and forces you to look at him.
“You’ve got my attention now, princess. Are you happy?” You don’t answer. “What, no retort? You’re usually so opinionated.”
You try to look away again, but Minho keeps you in place.
“And what about you? You’re not so innocent.” Your voice shakes as you try to cling to a shred of your dignity.
“Me?” he asks.
“You were flirting with a few girls yourself!”
He takes a moment to think of who you could be talking about and realizes you mean Mel and Leah. It dawns on him in that moment that it was you he caught watching him on campus earlier in the week. He blinks a few times. “Is that why you were so misbehaved tonight? You were jealous?” You don’t know how to answer him. His eyes drop from yours to your lips. He gently moves his thumb over your bottom lip before slowly sliding it into your mouth. He watches you intently as you accept his digit and start sucking. You swirl your tongue around his finger, but he stops you when he pushes down on your tongue forcing your mouth open. He leans in and swipes his tongue across your own and you moan. He licks your mouth again before forcing your lips together. His hand drops from your chin and slides down to your waist. He takes in your lips fully. Minho’s other hand grips the back of your head pushing you further into your kiss. Your tongues wrestle for dominance, teeth clashing.
You grip the hair on the back of his head and tug, making him moan at the painful sensation. His moan vibrates through your mouth and down your spine. Minho takes his free hand and gently climbs your thigh and up to your waist. Goosebumps spread across your body from the touch of his hand. You have been craving this for weeks. He finds the band of your thong and snaps it against your hip. You both smile against each other’s lips as he pushes his tongue back into your mouth. He then traces the top of your panty line before slipping the tips of his fingers underneath the fabric. His fingers are cold in contrast to your warmth. He separates from your kiss and looks into your eyes for permission.
“Please,” you whisper. Still holding your gaze he slides his fingers down and through your folds. He collects your wetness and pulls out to admire his slick digits. You purr at the sight. He sticks his fingers in front of you. You take hold of his hand and push them fully into your mouth, tasting yourself. Minho swallows hard. There is only hunger in his eyes.
He grabs hold of your neck and crashes back into your lips so he can taste your arousal on his tongue. Minho’s hand returns to your panties and begins to trace circles around your clit.
“More,” you whisper into his mouth.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand, princess.”
“Please, Minho.”
“Better.” He pushes two fingers inside of you and begins to aggressively finger fuck you until you hear your wetness. You missed this feeling. He pants into your mouth as moans spill from your lips.
“You like the way my fingers feel inside you, baby?”
“Yes, Min, yes!”
“I fucking missed you, Y/n. Did you think of me?” He curls his fingers inside you and you cry out.
“Every day!”
You feel yourself about to come. “I’m so close, Min.” Minho removes his fingers from you leaving you empty. Your eyes fly open at the loss.
“Turn around.” You acquiesce and face the wall. “Hands on the wall.” You place your palms on the cold brick while Minho rustles through his pockets. He pulls out a condom and tears the packet with his teeth.
“Hurry up, Minho.” He gently slaps your ass and you yelp.
“Patience, princess.” Minho slides the condom on and lifts the skirt of your dress. He gently rubs the skin of your cheek where he tapped you and gives it one more slap, this time harder. He pulls your thong down your legs and spits letting the string of saliva slowly fall onto you. He uses a finger to spread his spit through your folds, not that you need the extra lubrication.
“Minho, if you don’t stick your dick in me I am going to-” Minho tugs your hair pulling your ear to his lips.
“Never thought I’d see the day when you would be begging for my cock.” He slaps your pussy.
“God, I hate you,” you choke out. Minho just chuckles.
“Liar,” he whispers. Losing patience himself, he aligns his tip with your entrance and pushes in allowing your body a moment to adjust. After he bottoms out he pauses taking in the feeling.
“Fuck, Y/n, you feel amazing.” You can’t help, but preen. You’ve thought of nothing else than this moment.
“Minho, move!” you demand.
“Such a fucking brat.” He feels you clench on him. “Of course you’d like that, slut.” You clench again and he lets out a strangled moan at the sensation. He finally rolls into you and fireworks flash before your eyes. With absolutely no regard for your surroundings, Minho slams into you repeatedly. His hands grip your hips so hard, you’re certain he’ll leave bruises. You look forward to checking the damage in the morning. The heat begins to climb up your body as your orgasm approaches.
“Min” thrust “ho” thrust “I’m gonna” thrust “come ahhh!” He grabs hold of your mouth to muffle your screams as you cream on his cock. He looks down where the two of you are connected and groans seeing your come trickle down his dick and your legs. He continues to ride you through your orgasm before he finally grunts and releases. Remaining inside of you, he leans into your back and removes the hold on your mouth, gently sliding it down to your back and around to hold your breast. You place your hand on his as he gently massages you. You feel his warm breath on your back. The two of you remain holding each other against the wall until your breathing calms. After your high dissipates you pull away from him and turn around to push Minho off of you. He pulls off the condom, ties it off, and throws it into a bush. While he’s pulling his pants back up, you bend down to grab your thong.
“Leave them.”
“What?” You look at him confused.
“Those are mine now.”
You snort. “You’re kidding me, right?” He holds out his hand and motions for them. You throw them at his face, but he thwarts your efforts and quickly catches them, placing them in his pocket. You tug your dress down, feeling completely bare to the elements, and walk away.
“Good night, Minho.”
“So she does have manners.” Minho smiles expectantly.
“Crawl into a hole,” you say with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.
“Sweet dreams, princess,” he blows you an air kiss. You bat his flying air kiss away dramatically. Minho just sighs and follows closely behind you to the front of the house.
“By the way, the girl you saw me with earlier is my dance partner, Mel.” You face him surprised at the sudden confession. He continues. “And the other girl is her girlfriend, Leah.”
“And I care because?” Feigning disinterest, you look at your nails. Minho says nothing back so you turn on your heel and leave. Minho shakes his head and laughs to himself.
Silently, the two of you head for your separate doors. He pauses at his entryway and waits for the sound of your door shutting. Once he hears your door close he goes inside the house wearing a smile he hasn’t been able to wipe away since meeting you.
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Summary: You have to ready yourself for a renewal test on one of your certifications and your best friend and roommate Tom wants to prove to you that you're ready with a little game.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 3.2k words
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers i better not see you here *shakes fist*); fingering; oral sex (f receiving); implied p in v at the end; technical jargon involving the Java programming language [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: besties to lovers; and they were roommates
Why am I even doing this, it's not like I'm gonna use this certification ever again. I don't even code anymore, you thought derisively to yourself as you went over the review questions of the exam you hadn't thought about since you passed it over five years ago.
The groan that escaped you was hoarse, as if your throat was scratched up from going almost the entire day without any use and without any water. When you leaned back in your chair and stretched your arms above your head, you could swear you heard joints cracking and popping decades before they were even supposed to.
"Isn't this a pretty sight," a playful, unjustly beautiful voice floated into the room, followed by the jarring sensation of large hands grabbing hold of you by your ribs and proceeding to tickle you. Your eyes snapped open and your heart stuttered at the sight of Tom's face hovering so close to yours with a brilliant, devious grin on his face.
"Stoooop!" you pleaded as you broke out into giggles, trying and failing to twist your body out of his hold, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders as your stomach began to ache from laughing so much.
It was only when your laughter became less audible and began to sound more like your voice was heaving through sandpaper that he let up and pulled you into a warm embrace, lifting you out of the chair and off your feet. "How goes your reviewing?"
You groaned again as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Remind me again why I'm doing this?"
"Don't ask me, love. I'm just as confused as you are. You really don't need to go through this…what is it again? A renewal exam?" You nodded your head from its position on his shoulder. "Our line of work doesn't seem to require that type of certification anyway," he chuckled, and you felt him press a quick kiss to the side of your head, your heart once again jumping in your chest.
"But it looks pretty on my resume under Miscellany," you explained in a playful tone. "Plus the test's still free and next week's the only free time I have to actually go there and take the renewal test. It's either the free test with 20 questions or taking the entire thing from the start. 75 questions, Tom. I don't have the brain power to mentally prepare for 75 questions!"
You froze as you realized that you were still off the ground, in his arms, your comparatively soft body pressed against his sculpted form. Too close. Even if he was your dearest friend, and you'd been living together for the better part of the year.
Actually, especially because he was your dearest friend and you'd been living together for the better part of the year. You two had a good thing going, and there was no sensible reason for you to fuck it up by letting it be known to him that you'd started to develop feelings.
"Erm…you should--probably put me down now." You let out a small squeak as he proceeded to walk further into your bedroom, briefly adjusting his hold on you to secure you in his arms. A few large strides later and he gently sat you down on the edge of your bed, lightly touching your chin before stepping away from you. You made a motion to follow him, make it back to your desk to keep studying, but he held a finger up at your direction, a playful stern look in his eyes as his gaze pinned you where you sat. "What're you up to, BumBum?"
"Firstly, you are never to hang around with Ben for that nickname alone. You're two halves of a whole menace."
"Only half?!" you pouted. "I gotta up my game then."
"And secondly, I'm going to prove to you that you're ready for your exam. I'll give you seven questions. Randomized from this list you've compiled." He waved around the paper you'd been scribbling in for the last three days.
"I know I'm not ready."
"Tell you what, love. You get every question right and I'll take you out to dinner tonight. That Italian place you love."
"Tom, no, that's the one where you get papped every time you even go there to pick up an order. We'll figure something else out. And besides, I'm not gonna get them all right." He rolled his eyes at you. "I'm not kidding, BumBum."
"Dinner. Like I said." He looked over your reviewer one more time, the look of concentration in his eyes as his lips moved in hurried motions, mouthing the words to himself, putting you in a haze. "First question. What's a ternary operator?"
This is a bad idea already I should've stopped him the second I remembered how sexy he made Math sound and now he's out here making me reconsider returning to Java from this alone. You tried to clear your head of any crude thoughts that always seemed to fill your mind whenever you were within the same breathing space as the man. "It's a condensed version of an if-then-else statement. Makes what could have been at least three lines of code into just one."
He nodded, putting the reviewer down and walking towards you, taking your hand and lifting it up to press his lips to your knuckles. "Very good."
"Uhh…what was that?" Your mind was reeling from that little kiss. He'd never done that before; at most he'd kissed your hair or your temples, never anywhere else.
"Making things more interesting," he answered, a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "For every correct answer, I give you a reward."
You could feel arousal beginning to pool between your thighs at the implication behind his words. Surely he wasn't suggesting…? No. You were buds. That was all you were, and you'd resigned yourself to that knowledge long ago. In a desperate attempt to lighten up the atmosphere between you two, you commented, "I don't remember agreeing to a kiss as my reward, BumBum."
"Oh no, darling. Your reward comes at the end, if you answer all seven questions correctly. These rewards are for me." He chuckled as your eyes widened at his words, leaning in until his lips were mere inches away from your cheek. "Give me an example of a redundant import."
How is it even possible that the sexy instructor voice got even hotter? you thought as you began to ache even more for him. "Importing a c-class that belongs to the same p-package," you stammered.
He hummed an "mmhmm" before pressing his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss, feeling his hand wrap around the side of your waist as he did to pull you closer to him by the slightest. "Now give me the other one."
How your mind was still able to pull the answer from your stock knowledge was beyond you. "Importing java dot lang. All new classes by default have it as a silent import." You fought against the instinct to melt into his touch when you felt him press a kiss much closer to the corner of your mouth. "So that's three down--"
"No. Two." He pulled you closer against him as he brought his free hand up to lightly hold your chin and turn your head to face him. "I said every correct answer, not every question answered correctly. And at the moment I will cling to those semantics because I wanted an excuse to kiss you again."
He leaned in closer, his lips so close to yours you could feel the warm breath of his exhales on your skin. "Tom, what are you doing?"
"I believe the internet would call it 'ruining the friendship'." A sound got caught in your throat at his admission. "But personally I don't see this as ruining. Perhaps…augmenting. Making something already great…even better. If that's what you want, too." He touched his nose to yours. "If it is, then you answer this correctly. If not, then answer wrong, we stop this, and forget it happened."
Holy mother of fuck. This can't be happening. Is he actually telling me he feels the same?! "Next question, then," you murmured, fighting the urge to just skip everything and close the distance between you two.
"What is the term for freeing memory on the heap by deleting--"
"Garbage collection." His gaze met yours, the intensity in them increasing your ache for him as a devilish grin formed on his face. "Don't bother making me wait I know I'm right--"
Your words were silenced as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand moving from your chin to cup the back of your head. You whimpered against him as his lips moved against yours, his hands moving so that they were on either side of your waist, maneuvering you so that you were straddling his lap. "Next question?"
"Fucking hell you wanna keep going after you just kissed me breathless?"
He only answered you with a chuckle as his hands began to roam your sides, moving his head to hover his lips close to your neck. "I'm still proving that you're ready, love." He lightly traced along the column of your neck with his nose as his hands worked their way down to the hem of your sundress. "Why do you need both the development kit and the runtime environment?"
The thoughts began to fog in your head as his hands slid under your dress and caressed the skin of your thighs, working their way to the waistband of your panties. You tried to form words, but it all came out in unintelligible whimpers.
"Come on, Y/N, answer the question because I really want to kiss you again."
"Just kiss me, then," you hissed. "Please, I want this, too. Kiss me whenever, wherever, and however you want just please--"
The words left your mouth as he flipped you over to your back on the bed, your back landing against the mattress with a soft thud and a little squeak escaping your lips. "Tempting as that is, I really do want you to succeed in this exam of yours, so please don't make anything harder than it already is." He emphasized his point by rolling his hips into yours, the feel of his covered erection rubbing against your clothed and aching slit causing you to let out an obscene moan of his name. "Please. So that we could start working on our…something better."
You took a steadying breath and composed your answer. "So that you could see not only if the code compiles, but you can see how it runs as intended or if there would be any runtime errors that won't be caught if you just have the development kit."
"Good girl," he groaned, leaning down and bringing his lips to the point between your neck and shoulder, lightly sucking on the skin and letting out a sound that resembled a mix of a sigh and a hum, the vibrations against you making a beeline for your aching, throbbing clit.
He kept his lips on you as his hands began to hike up your dress up your thighs, bunching the fabric around your waist.
"I can't believe you memorized that entire reviewer," you blurted out, your mind still a haze with what had just transpired over the last few minutes, and yet also reeling with the possibilities of what else he had in store with his three remaining questions.
"I've memorized pages worth of Shakespearean dialogue, my love, this is nowhere near as difficult--"
"Your love?" you cut him off, the endearment making your heart pound in your chest.
He pulled away from you just enough to look at you, his steel blue eyes shining brilliantly with so much emotion you felt as if you were drowning in them. "Yes," he murmured. "I've loved you for quite some time. And these last few months have felt like the world was taunting me with what a life with you could be like if I could just stop being a coward and tell you how I felt. I didn't want to rush into it. I was willing to go as slow as you wanted for fear of scaring you off--"
"I love you, too." The smile that broke out on his face was so blindingly beautiful it tugged on your heartstrings. "I never told you because I thought there was no way in this world you'd feel the same so I friend zoned myself on your behalf. That way I'd never have to live through the pain of having you do it."
"We're fools," he huffed out, breaking into relieved chuckles.
"Guess you could say we're two halves of a whole idiot."
A devious grin overtook his features as he leaned down, his lips hovering over yours again. "Then we should finish this session of ours. So that we may make up for lost time." He surprised you by pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Question Five?"
You nodded, your breathing growing heavy as his hands returned to the waistband of your panties, his lips ghosting over your skin as he made his descent downward, stopping at the side of your lower stomach, fingers hooking under your waistband. "Answer this one correctly and I'm going to take these off. Is that alright?"
"Yes!" you nearly shouted, desperate for this little game to be over so that you could get to that 'making up for lost time' that he mentioned. "Ask me already. I need you," you whined.
"What happens to the value of a literal when you put an underscore?"
You scrambled inside your brain for the answer. Fuck, you could have sworn you just looked at that page. "N-Nothing," you answered, a relieved smile across your face. "The underscores are just for the readability and for the benefit of other developers who would have to move within that code in the future."
"My beautiful little genius," he breathed against your skin, pressing his lips to the side of your hip as his hands made quick work of tugging your cheeky underwear down your legs, discarding it on the floor with a little flick of his wrist, all the while kissing and sucking at the spot by your hip it was sure to leave a mark. "This next one has four answers, my love."
Your eyes widened as he sank to the floor, placing the backs of your knees on his shoulders, lips hovering by the inside of your thigh. "So…four kisses?"
He lightly ran the tip of his nose along the soft skin, making you shudder at the sensual tenderness of it all. "Yes, darling. Now tell me…Where can you not place an underscore in your literals?"
You bit your lip as you anticipated his lips on your skin. "The beginning and the end of the literal…" A soft whimper escaped you as he placed a soft kiss on the lower half of your inner thigh, followed by another kiss on the opposite leg. Then he carefully moved your body further down on the edge of the bed, the backs of your thighs now resting on his broad shoulders. "Before and after a decimal point."
"Sweetheart," he groaned, pressing a kiss higher up on your inner thigh, so tantalizingly close to where you were desperate for him. "You're so gorgeously drenched for me." He placed the fourth kiss on the opposite thigh before facing your sex with eyes that you could only describe as ravenous, his pupils almost completely blown out and darkening his eyes with his now obvious intent. "I think you know where the next one will be."
The ability to form words had all but left your brain, the only coherent one left being a barely audible, "Fuck…"
"No, my darling. That's for after your reward." You hid your head in the crook of your elbow at the sound of his low chuckle, undoubtedly seeing how your core clenched around air at his words. "Final question?" You shuddered as you felt his fingers trace along your folds and teasingly circle around your clit.
"Yes. F-fuck please just ask me I can't take any more."
"We need to work on your endurance then," he murmured, making you shudder and clench around nothing again. "But I can't wait anymore, either. So final question. How do you compare two strings against one another and why?"
You sighed in relief, hearing a question that you'd rehearsed time and time again since you graduated college. "Dot equals method. Because if you use double equals the way you compare literals it will compare the object's address within the heap, and not the value stored within the String object." The words escaped you as if by muscle memory.
"I told you you're ready, darling," were his last words before he once again pulled your body closer to him and your hips left the bed as his lips closed around the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance and two sinfully long fingers easily slipped inside your drenched heat.
The world began to blur into nothing as you drowned in the sensation of him licking and sucking at your clit, your words reducing to nothing but whimpers of his name and babbled pleas of more. When his fingers curled up and began to relentlessly stroke at that spot inside you that had you seeing stars in the back of your eyes, your hips begun to buck against his mouth. "Tom please," you squeaked, your desperation growing. "I'm--"
"Look at me, darling," he murmured against you, the sensation shooting straight up your spine and into the back of your head. "Look at me while you come."
Your eyes snapped open and met his ardent stare, every limb in your body growing weak at both seeing and feeling his smirk before he began to speed up his ministrations, winking at you before he let out a drawn out moan that pushed you off the edge.
He eased you from your climax in long, slow licks and strokes until your breathing evened out before pulling his mouth away and withdrawing his fingers from you. You braced yourself as you felt him slowly moving up your body. "Last question."
"Are you…fucking…kidding me?" you managed to say between pants, looking up into his near-blackened eyes.
"Indulge me, Y/N. Please?"
"Fine."
You let out a whimper as you began to feel the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Will you be mine?"
All air left your lungs again as you looked at him, the unmistakable desperation reflected in his own eyes. You nodded your head, quickly feeling your arousal begin to build again as a devilish grin spread across his face, lips shining in the light from your release. "Yes," you breathed out, whimpering weakly how much you loved him as he inched inside of you.
A/N: Was this entirely self-indulgent because I myself am a Java developer with that exact certification and I wanted to use my knowledge for something other than my day job? For sure. Did I pull those review questions out of my own personal notes? Absolutely. Did I have a sinfully hot best friend who helped me review like YN did in this story? Hahahahahaha next question pls nobody touch me 🥲
Also this was the story that won the poll today, but I'm still waiting to see who's gonna win second place because that's what's gonna go up for Day 3 👀🫡
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FwB - Chapter 3: The Rule Book
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: FwB - Friends with Benefits.
After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?
FwB - Master List
Word Count: 4,983
Warning: Smut (in case the title was not obvious) and 18+ themes and language.
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A/N: Wasn't planning on making this a long chapter, NOR was I planning this to be a smut chapter. But these things have a way of just happening.
Once you’re dressed, you quietly sneak back to your room. You had no idea where Sam was, and the last thing you needed was this blowing up in your face before it even began.
Your heart was still pounding, and if this had been any other time, you would have curled up beside Dean and relaxed against him until you fell asleep.
But this wasn’t like any sex you had ever had, in many ways.
It was absolutely mind-blowing. Hands down the best sex you ever had. And you didn’t know if it was him, or the excitement of getting to finally sleep with Dean.
Maybe both.
You had never wanted a man the way you had wanted Dean. The man was like something straight out of a movie; he was sultry and mysterious, yet deep down he had a heart of gold and was willing to do whatever it took to save the people around him. Wrap it up in the beautiful package of freckles, a broad silhouette, and the most stunning jawlines you had ever seen, Dean Winchester was the ultimate man-tasty.
Even before you broke up with your last boyfriend, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say that you had been fighting feelings for Dean. You had been hoping that by dating a man who was actually interested in a relationship would help you forget about the green-eyed hunter who happened to ironically haunt your dreams, but it was no use. Not that it was the downfall of your relationship; Tom ended up being too much of an ass for your liking, but how could you have a real relationship with someone when you were busy pining for your roommate?
You had been attracted to him from the moment he stepped into your life with those strong shoulders, gleaming eyes, and panty-dropping smile.
And now that you knew just what Dean Winchester was capable of, there was no backing out now. Your body actually may revolt against you.
The man lived up to the myth and legend.
So even if you weren’t into hookups, you were definitely into having sex with Dean. Hell, that was all you were ever going to get from him. It’s like they say, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Unless you’re the Trojans that is.
The man doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t do hand holding, or date nights, or cuddling.
He was rough, tough, Rock'em Sock'em Dean Winchester. So if all he could offer you was sex, you weren’t about to say “no.” Especially not after what just happened in his bedroom.
But as you climb into your own bed, you begin to think about the rules he asked you about.
Dean said he would take your lead, so you really got to set the stage for this.
Your biggest question - would you be exclusive?
As much as you would love to, it would probably defeat the purpose of your arrangement; if Dean wanted to exclusively have sex with you, he would date you. And that’s not what he proposed, which meant you would both be free to fuck whom you liked.
Which really would tilt the scales in Dean’s favor seeing that one-night-stands weren’t really your cup of tea, but as much as you didn’t want to admit it, it would be unfair to lock Dean in like that.
So Rule #2 - Protection.
You weren’t dumb. Dean’s probably been around the block more than a career hooker. Okay, maybe not that much, but even in the short-ish time you’ve known Dean, the man got around. Besides the post-hunt hookups, he also had a local spot in town he would visit and wouldn’t return until the morning. You weren’t about to risk your health for some skin-to-skin action. The only way you would actually agree to that is if Dean first took a test then agreed to be exclusive so you wouldn’t have to worry since you’re on birth control. But see rule one for why that wouldn’t work.
You nod to yourself. The first two rules came pretty easy. You were worried this was going to be tough, but like Dean said, it’s what you're comfortable with.
Rule #3 - Always have the right to say “no.”
Okay, so this should be rule one, but you thought of it third. You weren’t entirely sure if Dean was into more chocolate sex. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. You grimace to yourself. You feel like you’re referring to anal.
Was that the opposite of vanilla sex?
Okay, scratch that. Not chocolate sex. Adventurous sex. You weren’t sure how imaginative he got in the bedroom. You were open, sure, but you never really ventured outside of more creative positions in the bedroom, so you wanted to make sure you would be comfortable with whatever Dean proposed, and know you could say “no” if something stretched outside of your comfort zone, and same for him.
And outside of what kind of sex you were having, there shouldn’t be an expectation that you both would be on the same schedule. So if one of you wanted to and the other didn’t, the other had the right to say “no.” Not that you would ever expect or anticipate Dean to break or push against that rule, but it was a good one to have regardless.
Okay, what else?
Rule 4…….Hmmmmm.
You nibble on your lip, thinking. Then you snap as it comes to you.
Rule #4 - Either party can opt out at any time.
Your heart hurt at this one, but this rule was for you. And Dean. But mostly you.
You weren’t sure how long it would be before the lines of sex would blur for you. You would need an out when it eventually became too much.
And as you mentioned, Dean wasn’t the relationship type. You were.
As much as you held a candle to his flame, you knew there was nothing there for you. And you would want more. You would want the relationship, the late night talks, the chance at a life and a family outside of all this.
Dean Winchester wasn’t that out for you.
Dean would be a distraction. An amusement ride until the real thing came along. So you were going to enjoy it while it lasted, knowing you had an “EJECT” button to use at any time.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, your body relaxing into your pillow and mattress.
This was a lot of thinking. A lot of thinking after some amazing and tiresome sex.
Four rules was a good place to start. You hum and dig your body deeper into your sheets.
You would figure the rest out tomorrow.
When morning rolls around, you pull yourself out of bed, enjoying the satisfied ache between your thighs before you sit down at your desk and write your rules on paper.
At the bottom, you sign your name, and leave a space for Dean.
Might as well make it official.
You tuck the piece of paper into a drawer, not wanting it being found by curious eyes before you have a chance to grab Dean alone.
Once you’re sure it’s secure, you pull your hair into a ponytail, throw on a hoodie to protect yourself from the insulated chill that lingers in the bunker, and head out towards the kitchen.
As you shuffle in, Sam is already up, and unsurprisingly, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and his laptop open.
“Morning, Sammy,” you shoot him a smile as you grab a mug and pour the already brewed coffee into your cup.
“Hey Y/N,” he quickly gives you his attention before returning to his computer.
Nerd. You snort and roll your eyes.
Or maybe workaholic was a better descriptor.
Either way, the boy couldn’t get his nose out of the internet or a book.
You spend a few minutes making yourself a yogurt parfait before you slip onto the table’s bench across from him.
“Good night’s sleep?” Sam asks over a sip of coffee. You just hum with a spoonful of yogurt and granola in your month, and he nods.
This was a typical routine for you two; Sam was usually the first of you three up, unless someone couldn't sleep. As a result, he was usually the one responsible for brewing the coffee, which you were silently grateful for. There was nothing better than waking up to a hot pot of coffee you didn’t have to bother to brew yourself.
You would usually wander in two or so hours after him, with Dean coming in the rear, anytime between 9am and noon, depending on when he finally passed out for the night.
But it gave you quiet, alone time with Sam. Time you enjoyed. You weren’t much of a morning person, and even though Sam was, he had learned not to bother you too much when you first appeared, opting to let you wake up over coffee and breakfast before starting a conversation. But you appreciated having someone there with you. After a lifetime of dingy motels, sleeping in cars, and only ever relying on yourself, it was nice to have someone around you that you felt comfortable with and could trust, even in the quiet of the morning.
After a few minutes, you're surprised to hear another set of footsteps pad down the hallway until they reach the communal kitchen. You and Sam both stare at Dean as he pours himself a cup of coffee, resting his back against the counter as he takes his first sip.
You watch his lips as they wrap around the mug, thinking how they devoured your own just half a day ago. You swallow as his Adam’s apple bobs, remembering the look in his eyes when you told him “yes.”
“You’re up early,” Sam comments with a smirk and a furrowed brow.
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up and he hums as he keeps his face buried in his mug.
“What can I say?” Dean mumbles over the ceramic, taking another sip. “Had a great night’s sleep.” Dean’s smirk is revealed as he lowers the cup from his face, but his eyes stay on his brother.
Your breath catches in your chest at his brazen allusion.
Sure, he didn’t say it was because he too had some great sex that knocked him out, but you knew exactly what he meant by it.
And the comment was clearly meant for you, even if Dean refuses to meet your gaze.
“Yeah about that, when you have a sec, I need to talk to you,” Sam turns back to his laptop and you drop your spoon into your bowl as Dean places his cup on the counter next to him.
“About what?” Dean frowns and respositions himself so that his arms are crossed against his chest.
You watch Sam as his lips purse and his hands fall away from his keyboard.
“More of a private convo.” Sam raises his eyebrows, clearly trying to get Dean to drop the conversation.
You pick up your coffee mug, both hands wrapping around it as you bring it to your lips.
Can you say drama?
You look excitedly between Dean and Sam. Clearly the boys were having some sort of tiff, and you wanted the details.
Outside of hunts, there wasn’t much entertainment in the bunker. But when Sam and Dean were pissy at each other, it was better than any reality tv.
“I’m lost.” Dean grabs his coffee mug and pushes off the counter, wandering over to the kitchen table and plopping down on the bench next to you, his thigh resting against yours. There’s no way that was an accident.
You shoot a glance towards Dean, and though his eyes are focused on his brother, there’s a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
Yep, definitely not an accident.
“Fine,” Sam’s face falls and his eyebrows shoot up as he takes a deep breath. That was his lecture face. You bring your mug to your lips, taking a sip.
Here it comes…
”You really need to start using headphones if you’re going to watch porn that loud, dude.” Sam chides his older brother and the sip of coffee you had started catches in your throat, tightening your windpipe and causing you to cough the coffee back into your cup, the liquid splattering onto the table.
Dean and Sam’s eyes both whip to you, the same frown on both of their faces as you sputter.
Dean’s handle immediately finds your back, giving it a few rough pats, clearly the liquid from your throat as one of your hands falls to your chest and you give the boys a thumbs up as they watch you with concern.
“That’s why I wanted to talk to you in private, Dean,” Sam shoots his older brother as you take a deep breath and right yourself up in your seat, clearing your throat from the last drops of coffee stuck there.
“Could hear it all the way in the hallway,” Sam grumbles and ducks his head behind his laptop.
Dean’s eyes shoot to yours, a smile growing on that stupid face of his. You shoot your elbow into his ribs, effectively killing his grin as his lips go tight, silently eating the blow as to not alert Sam.
Shit.
You couldn’t believe Sam heard you last night. You might as well just die of embarrassment right there at the kitchen table.
Forget ghouls and demons; Sam hearing you fuck his brother was how you were going to go out.
At least he didn’t know it was you. But you were clearly going to need to start being more mindful of your noise levels moving forward.
With one last clear of your throat, you push yourself up from the table.
“Well that’s more information than I needed this morning. I’m off for a run.” You smile at the brothers, dropping your dishes in the sink before heading back to your room to change for your workout.
After a forty-five minute run, followed by a much needed shower of the same length, you throw on some sweats and towel dry your hair.
The fresh air was just what you needed to rid yourself of the embarrassment of this morning, even if Sam was unaware of it.
You had no idea how loud you had been, and as you ran down the dirt road from the bunker, you were reminded of Dean’s comment to you yesterday morning.
“So that was you last night.”
What a wonton whore you were. Just moaning and groaning for everyone to hear.
You would need to reel it in the next time it happened. Make an active attempt to keep yourself quiet.
Especially in the bunker. Everything echoed down those concrete walls. At least this time Dean could pass it off as a porn binge, but you doubted he would want to keep using that excuse if confronted again.
So an unofficial Y/N rule: Be mindful of your volume.
Which reminds you; you open your drawer and pull out your “rule book”, folding it up tightly and tossing it into your pocket, along with your pen.
You wanted to drop it off and talk it over with Dean before your next encounter.
Once secure, you head out in search of said Winchester.
You wander down the hallway to his bedroom, noticing his door cracked open. You quietly approach Room 11, resting against the doorframe as you peek inside. The bed is neatly made, a stark contrast to last night, and you smile.
But the room is empty, no sign of the man you were targeting, so you push yourself off the wall and continue your search.
The kitchen is also empty, as well as the gun range – two of Dean’s favorite places in the bunker – so you navigate yourself to the war room, finding a lone Winchester sitting at the table, his feet kicked up as he flips through a magazine.
“Where’s Sam?” Your voice bounces off the walls as you step into the concourse.
Dean shifts his head over his shoulder, his eyes wandering over you before dropping his feet from the table and swiveling in his chair to face you.
“Supply run.”
You nod as you stroll towards the table, Dean’s eyes closely following your movements as you step up along next to him. Dean rotates his chair again, keeping his body aligned to yours as you lean on the edge alongside him, this time letting your leg rest against the armrest of his chair.
You look down at him, perhaps the first time ever. Dean usually towered over you, almost a foot taller than yourself. This was the first, and maybe the only time you had a height advantage over him. His eyes were just as green, and his freckles just as amber, but his lashes appear thicker as he stares up at you, his smirk a little more upright at this angle.
“Guess it’s a good time to chat then?” You smile down at him, your palms resting against the cool metal of the table.
“And what’s that you want to chat about, sweetheart?” Dean’s voice is smooth as his hand comes to rest on your upper thigh, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your sweats, immediately sending a shockwave to your core and causing the muscles between your legs to clench at his touch.
It felt so intimate, yet so god damn hot.
Your mouth drops open a bit, and Dean’s eyes follow the movement as his tongue darts over his lips, lingering on the plump skin for an extra moment.
“I wanted to talk about rules,” you try to keep your focus as his fingers continue to caress your leg.
“Like sexy rules?” Dean’s eyebrows shoot up, his teeth flashing as his head ticks to the side.
You narrow your eyes at the maddening man beneath you.
“Are you always this horny and I’ve just never noticed before?” Dean licks his lips again.
What a sight.
“Or is it just me?” You smirk and Dean matches it.
“A bit of both,” his voice is low as his green eyes pierce into you and your right leg instinctually shifts against your left as the throb between them now begins to pulse.
There’s a question that’s been nagging you since last night, and maybe it’s the height advantage, but you feel confident enough to finally ask.
“Tell me, Dean,” you lean down, lowering yourself closer to his beautiful face, your Y/E/C capturing his gaze.
“Have you always wanted to fuck me, or did walking in on me naked yesterday bring this on?” Your heart pounds against your chest with each word. This wasn’t like you. You usually weren’t so brazen, especially with a man you’ve been crushing on for several years. But Dean’s clear attraction towards you had you feeling like you sat on a golden throne at the top of the world. You felt like a queen. A goddess. And Dean, in the most shocking turn of events, was sitting in the palm of your hand.
Dean swiftly stands from his chair, the seat away from behind him at the force of his motion.
“Why don’t I show you.”
He steps in between your legs, widening the space between them with his own.
You bite your lip as he presses against you, his hands coming to your hips as he pushes you further onto the table.
You throw your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close to you as you move.
He keeps his gaze locked on you as one hand trails up your waist to your chest, his thumb grazing over your nipple. Back and forth, and back again. You close your eyes, your head falling back as you take a deep breath through your nostrils.
You swivel your hips against him, feeling him almost fully ready for you already.
Your heart begins to pound, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.
But a voice rings out in your head.
Rule #2
Fuck. The last thing you wanted to do was stop, especially as Dean’s excitement rubbed against your thigh, but you had rules for a reason.
You straighten your neck and drop your hands and Dean’s eyes fall at the loss of contact.
“For the love of god, I need you to move as fast as you can and get a condom,” you order in almost a groan.
Dean’s mouth pops open as he stares at you.
“Preferably now.” You command a hint of annoyance at his delay.
“Condom, right.” He nods, stepping away from you, and your body bucks at the loss of contact, trying to find him again.
“Don’t move.” He points at you before turning on his heel and taking off down the hall.
You can hear his footsteps echo through the empty corridors, and you run a hand through your hair as you gyrate your hips against the table, not wanting to lose the momentum you had started to build.
Seconds later, Dean reappears, his chest heaving and eyes bright, a silver packet in his hand.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He takes in your needy state, having caught you grinding against the cool map beneath you.
“Just get over here.”
With three long strides, Dean is right back between your legs, and you scoot yourself forward as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into as you crash your lips against his.
His fingers dig into your waist as he holds you close, your lips fervently playing against each other as Dean’s tongue slides his way into your mouth. You catch his tongue with yours as you drop your hands from around his neck, trailing them down his body until you find the waist of his jeans, and more specifically, his belt.
With eager fingers, you begin to undo the leather from the loops as Dean’s hand tangles into your damp hair, tightening his grip as you pop the buckle open.
He groans against you as you undo the button of his jeans, earning yourself a nip on the lip as you unlatch his zipper.
With both hands, you shimmy his pants off his hips and down that round ass of his, hearing the buckle clank against the floor.
You lean into Dean, your hands now free to cradle his jaw as you refuse to break the kiss. You can feel the skin around your mouth starting to dry out, but you don’t care.
Dean’s hand leaves your hair, and both hands suddenly hook into the elastic of your sweats. You lift your ass as he matches your movements just a few seconds prior, letting the fabric pool around your ankles as his hands cusp your backside.
Dean’s fingers flex into the bare skin before he pulls away, finally breaking the kiss.
Your chest heaves as he looks down, his mouth open with a smirk.
“No panties?” He quickly looks back at you, his eyes sparkling. You just shake your head.
“Fuck that’s hot.”
His voice goes straight through you, and you can feel the moisture growing between your thighs as the pulsing returns with a vengeance at his praise.
“Just put the damn condom on already.”
Dean’s mouth opens, but no words come out as he suddenly drops you, and you swallow hard as your warm skin makes contact with the freezing cold of the table beneath you.
God damn map table.
You shut your eyes and take a breath, trying to focus on anything but the ice box under your ass as you hear a tin foil wrapper open and the sound of lubricated rubber.
Dean’s warm hands slid under your ass again, lifting you up in time to look down and see Dean is ready and waiting for you.
He aligns the two of you, his tip teasing your folds before he lowers you onto him. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms coming around his neck as you stretch over him, groaning as he fills you once again.
“Fuck,” you moan, not caring about your personal rule, seeing as the two of you were completely alone.
Dean buries his head into your neck, his hands pulling your ass to the edge of the table before steadying himself against it.
He begins to thrust into you, and you gasp as the new angle lets him hit higher than it did last night.
You drop your head against his shoulder as he picks up the pace, your ragged and raspy breaths mixing together as you bounce against the table with each quick and rough thrust.
“Ahhh” you moan as you feel yourself beginning to tighten around him. Your heart begins to race and your breath catches as your head lolls back.
Fuck. Yes. Right. There. You think in time with his thrusts as the string in your stomach pulls taut.
Dean’s fingers dig into the skin of your hips as he growls against you, and just like that, the string snaps and you yell out as your walls pulse like an earthquake around him, the vibrations shooting down your legs and up your arms.
Dean’s arms wrap around your waist as he bites down onto your sweater.
He grunts as he pumps harder, each thrust just missing the beat of your orgasmic pulse, making you hungry for the two to meet.
You wrap your legs tighter around Dean, pulling him even closer to you. Your hands dig into his hair and he pumps faster beneath you. The dull ache of your orgasim is replaced as your toes curl and you bite down on your lip, feeling yourself building again.
“Please…don’t…stop,” you beg with the little breath you have left.
Dean responds with a quick rhythm and you clench around him before you explode again with another cry.
Your whole body pulses as you ride your second wave, barely registering Dean’s own grunts beneath you.
“God damn it,” you pant, Dean’s head resting against your shoulder, and your head resting on top of his. Both of your bodies heave against one another as you work to catch your breathes.
“For the record,” you swallow, taking a moment to fill your lungs. “That’s not what I came out here to talk to you about.”
Dean’s body vibrates beneath you, and he lifts his head away from your hoodie, a laugh on his lips and a flush to his cheeks.
“And yet, here we are.” He shakes his head with a breathtaking grin, and you can’t help but match his smile.
“Here we are.” You agree.
Dean shifts under you, lifting you up and placing you back down onto the not-so-cold-anymore table as he removes himself from inside you.
You swallow down the groan at the loss and hop off your seat, pulling your pants back up around your waist.
You were definitely going to need a rinse off after this. And new pants.
You lean against the table and watch as Dean tosses the condom into the empty wrapper and pulls his own pants back up, taking a moment to redo the belt you had taken apart.
Once modest again, Dean shoots you a smirk before leaning next to you.
“So what did you want to talk about?”
You reach into your pocket and pull out the pen and paper, shifting to face Dean as you hold the two in front of his face.
“You wanted to give me a note?” Dean’s forehead creases as his eyebrows fold. You huff and roll your eyes.
“It’s our rules.” You unfold the paper and pass it over. “You asked for rules, this is what I put together.”
Dean grasps the paper from your grip and you watch as his eyes scan your words.
“I’m obviously open to changing whatever so the rules work for both of us, but these were all I could think of for right now. Also figure we can add to it as things pop up.” You retake your spot at his side, trying to see where on the paper his eyes were.
Dean’s lips purse as his eyebrows raise.
“Did you sign this?” He asks in bewilderment, his eyes leaving the paper to find yours. You just shrug.
“I don’t know, just figured I’d make it official, ya know.” Dean’s mouth drops open and you can see amusement coloring his green eyes.
“Don’t laugh at me!” You throw your hands out in front of you. “I’ve never done this before.”
You watch closely, your eyes narrowing, as Dean’s mouth opens and closes, words starting to form, but never coming to fruition.
“Fair enough.” He grabs the pen from your outstretched hand and spins on his heel, placing the paper down onto the table and signing his name next to yours.
He straightens up and turns to you, the flimsy piece of notebook paper flopping between you.
“It’s official.” He grins as he towers over you.
You smirk and grab the paper from him, refolding it and tucking it back into your pants.
“Well I guess it’s settled then.” You hold up your hand in the small space between the two of you. “Looking forward to doing business with you, Winchester.”
This time, Dean laughs, the entirety of his upper body shaking. But he places his hand in yours, and you wrap your fingers around it, giving it a firm shake
“Right back at ya, sweetheat.” He winks as he drops your hands.
You roll your eyes and push off the table.
Time to head back to the shower. You follow the path out that you took in.
“Oh,” you stop mid stride and pivot on your toes, glancing over your shoulder.
“Make sure you clean the table before Sam gets home.” You wink, and disappear down the hall.
Chapter 4
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Hot Summer Night - Sam Drake X GN Reader
Title: Hot Summer Night
Sam Drake X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Nathan (Mentioned), Elena (Mentioned), The roommates; Rick and Brendan
Requested by @bluewingedangel!
WC: 4,967
Warnings: Tension, sweat mentioned cause it's hot out, pinning, Uncharted canon violence mentioned, cursing, reality tv mentioned, video games mentioned, Sam being a cute gentleman cause he's in love, teasing, slight suggestiveness, taunting, the roommates have a sneaky suspicion, awkwardness, anxiety, fear of rejection, smoking mentioned, flirting, Rick is a danger to electronics, dare kiss, awkward confession, alcohol, Reader and Sam are drunk, #concent, hangover mentioned, slight angst, and fluff
It was hot. Too hot. One of your roommates accidentally broke the AC, and in a matter of half an hour, the entire apartment was hot. Sweltering... Yeah, that's a better word for it. You were sweating buckets, and it didn’t help that it was already a very hot day in the middle of the summer. You slouched on the couch, eyes half-lidded as you fanned yourself with a Dollar Store fan; Your shirt and shorts sticking uncomfortably to your skin. As you do this, the fan above you begins to make some strange noises. It was making a sort of buzzing sound. You furrowed your brows at the noise. The fan was old, it made noises all the time, and it didn't help that the apartment was old too.
You ignored the soft footsteps that wandered out from the hall, your brain half-processing the sound of one of your roommates, Brendan, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge.
"God," He whined, "Why is it so hot in here?"
"Brendan, you know Rick broke the thermostat. You're not gonna get much more AC in here than what you can get outside." You said in a monotone voice, staring at the tv as Tom And Jerry played.
Brendan sighed, shutting the fridge, "Where is Rick?" He asked, wandering around to the couch, fanning himself with his hand as he watched the tv.
"I don't know..." You turned up the sound on the tv, "And I don't care." You leaned back against the slightly wet cushion, "Besides, he's committed treason, breaking our AC." You muttered, and Brendan pursed his lips.
"Alright… Where's Sam?" He then asked, and you rolled your eyes, glancing from the tv to the floor.
"He's at the corner store, getting ice cream." You continued to mutter, biting your lip.
Brendan let out a laugh, crossing his arms, "Well, he better hurry up, or that ice cream will be liquid once he gets back." He spoke, before heading back to his room.
You let out a breath, shifting slightly in your seat. At the mention of Sam, you felt a familiar heat creep into your cheeks and ears. Sam was... Perfect. In every possible way. Even if sometimes he could be a little... Well, abrasive about certain things. He was still sweet, caring, and funny... You loved his brown hair and his brown eyes, you loved the small dimples that would appear when he smiled and the way his lips curled upward whenever he saw you. You loved him in all ways imaginable, but you were scared. Scared to admit your feelings for him, scared that you would ruin everything between the two of you. That was just a fear you couldn't shake off, no matter how hard you tried.
Sam was your best friend and had been for years after he got out of prison. You met him after his adventure to find the Tusk of Ganesh, ultimately accidentally joining him in another adventure to find the Goblet of Judgment in Madagascar. You remembered it as if it happened yesterday. One minute you were just minding your own business, and the next you were in the back of a Jeep, ducking from bullets. Once safe, you finally met Sam, who was driving the Jeep. Your first impression of Sam was that he was pretty charming, yet cocky, and you both hit it off, funnily enough. After that, you two became inseparable. You'd sometimes join him on treasure hunts, he'd take you out to dinner after most of them, and at some point, the two of you even got an apartment together; where you met your two other roommates, Brendan and Rick.
Hearing the door open, you glanced over to see Sam enter the apartment with two grocery bags in his hands. He kicked the door closed, placing the bags on the ground as he took off his shoes. Grabbing the bags, he glanced over to you, his eyebrows furrowing at how loud you had the tv. "You know, you'll go deaf if you keep that thing going," He said as he passed you to get to the kitchen, and you shrugged.
"So what?" You said, continuing to fan yourself. "The volume is good, I'm comfortable."
Sam chuckled slightly, knowing it was too hot for anyone to be comfortable, shaking his head and beginning to unpack. You heard him set his bags down on the table, before opening the fridge and putting the food away. He then walked over, looking at you, to the tv, and back to you; with a smile on his face.
"How have you been since I left?" Sam asked, and you sighed dramatically.
"How do you think I've been?" You asked, too tired to even roll your eyes, "It's too hot."
"I know," Sam replied, sitting down next to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind your head, "Have you tried fixing the AC?" He asked and you let out a huff.
"You think I can fix that damn thing? No. We're doomed to forever swelt until we melt." You replied, letting your head fall back onto the couch.
Sam hummed, admiring you before speaking, "Want ice cream?" He suggested, rubbing your shoulder gently, even his touch warmed you, but you had no heart to push him away; no matter how hot it was, "Maybe that'll cool you down." You groaned again.
"Not cool enough." You mumbled, and you heard Sam chuckle.
"Man, you're so hot when you're hot." He teased, making you cross your arms, hoping he didn't notice how much his words and touch got to you. "Well then," He reached forward, brushing your sticky hair out of your face, "I'm going to get you a cold rag and us two some ice cream." As he got up and left for the kitchen again, you let out a silent sigh. This man was going to be the death of you.
~~~
It was half past nine, the moon was high in the sky and the air was still thick with humidity. All four of you were sprawled out on various pieces of furniture throughout the living room. You and Sam were slouched on the couch while Rick lay stretched across the recliner. Brendan sat crisscrossed, on the beanbag.
"How are you not dying?" You asked Sam, eyes raking over his attire; a plain t-shirt and gray sweats, and only a light layer of sweat on his brow.
"Yeah, man," Rick spoke, holding a cool can of soda on his forehead. "How are you not dying?"
Sam shrugged, his arms crossed behind his head, "I've traveled the world in the hot sun for years, I guess my body's just used to it."
You pouted, glaring at the ground as you mimicked him in a low voice, “I guess my body's just used to it. I hate you.” You said half-heartedly, as Sam just smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, you love me.” He teased you, as you let out a dramatic sigh, as he continued to speak, “It’s true though, after a while your body just gets used to the heat to a degree.” At the word, 'body' you couldn't help but glance over at Sam, biting your lip as your eyes roamed over his muscular frame. Sam caught you staring and gave you a grin. "What're you looking at?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. You blushed, turning your head away quickly and clearing your throat.
"Nothing." You replied, and Sam snorted. "Just that I can't believe you're not dying. No matter how much you galavant in hot forests for treasure, you can't not be dying."
Sam didn't reply, only smirking as he gazed at you for a moment longer before looking at the tv. Sam had to look away before he got caught staring at you, though, because there was no telling if Rick or Brendan noticed. Brendan did seem to notice something though, as he looked toward Sam and raised an eyebrow. But Sam ignored him, his mind drifting back to you.
Sam loved you, and there wasn't any doubt in his mind that he did. He had come to terms with the realization a long time ago, almost four years, and there was this constant craving to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But he wanted to do this right, and take his time. You weren’t like the other relationships he has had in the past. You were one of a kind. But he had a lingering fear, he was scared that if he did tell you that he loved you, he would lose you forever. And he knew if that happened, nothing would be what it used to be. The both of you would be awkward and uncomfortable around each other, and you probably wouldn't talk to him ever again.
Sam tried to ignore his fears, knowing that he was probably overreacting, so he just sat back, thinking about when he first met you. Remembering how your hair moved in the wind as you dramatically waved your hands in the air as you spoke, demanding he’d tell you why those men were shooting at him. Sam knew you would become a huge part of his life, even though he had met you minutes before, after he had saved you from crossfire; you being a victim of 'wrong place, wrong time'. He knew. And Sam was right. In the end, you joined Sam on his treasure-hunting adventure, and during that adventure, Sam had grown closer to you, and vice versa.
On the adventure, you both got to know each other. You find out he had a younger brother, Nathan. Even though the adventure for the treasure only lasted another couple days, in the end, both you and Sam felt as if you had known each other your entire lives; a friendship quickly bloomed. During the trip, you find out just how charming Sam really was, his constant flirting and sense of humor sent butterflies erupting in your stomach and you couldn’t hide the smile that would end up on your face. Sam felt as if he finally found someone who understood him, besides his brother. Someone who didn’t judge him or make him feel bad about his past; someone who he felt that he could trust wholeheartedly.
You spent nights in crappy motels, Sam retelling stores from his past adventures and all the artifacts he found or tried to find. He even told you about Captain Avrey, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and warmth when he looked over at you, seeing how enraptured you were by the story; he had your full attention, even more so when he showed you the coin. Sam never stopped impressing you, he was incredibly smart, knowing more languages than you did, and he had such a heart of gold. You were so captivated by the man before you as he retold his adventures or the meaning behind that bird tattoo. You thought he was incredible, and you were lucky enough to call him a friend.
And a great, amazing friend he was. You’d do everything together, as said before. You’d sometimes go out to eat together, or go to clubs or bars for a drink. On slow, calm weekends, you would both go on walks around the nearby parks, feeding ducks when you could. As the seasons of Spring and Summer came and left, and Autumn made the leaves fall, you would both make pumpkin pie or play Crash Bandicoot. And when Winter finally came, you’d go out in the snow, Sam reluctantly building a snowman with you; but secretly he loved making you happy.
No matter where, you went everywhere, and did everything together. (You even tried ice skating together, and watched in awe and envy as Sam glided gracefully on the ice while you waddled like Bambi).
And at his brother and sister-in-law’s party, Sam knew that he was in love with you. He watched as you spoke with his brother, getting along great with him, it was all he ever wanted; his best friend getting along with his brother. And that made Sam fall harder than he already had. It was like he was in slow-motion, tunnel-vision, as you wandered around the party. He was lost in thought, watching as you held a glass of champagne, taking sips as you talked with someone Sam didn't quite catch. He was pulled from his thoughts as you turned towards him, giving him a small breathtaking smile from across the room before returning to the conversation. Sam felt his heart skip a beat and his breath hitch; he didn't realize how deeply in love he really was with you until that night.
~~~
Rick pushed down the recliner, sitting up with a sigh, "We should do something." He spoke up, glancing between his two friends before settling his gaze on you, "Something besides sitting here and watching bad reality TV."
"Hey," You protested, glaring over at your friend, "Bad reality television is not bad reality television. It's a classic! Plus, it's better than whatever crap comes on Netflix these days."
“Except Wednesday.” Brendan commented, and you smiled giving him a high five in agreement. "And, Rick," Brendan continued, "I like Sister Wives." He jutted out his bottom lip.
Rick rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders in response to Brendan's statement, and you shook your head. "Whatever. What do you suggest we do then?" Rick asked.
Brendan paused for a moment, "Well, maybe we could all grab a bite at Mcdonalds'?" He suggested, and Sam sputtered a laugh.
"Yeah, no, I don't think so. I didn't spend an hour in that damn heat grabbing groceries just to go out again and get hot food." Sam spoke and you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.
"I thought the heat didn't bother you anyway?" You asked and Sam nudged your arm.
"You know what I mean." He spoke, looking over at Rick and Brendan, "Besides, I bought enough food for salad."
"Well, I am not hungry." You spoke up, moving the slightly warm wet rag on your neck, "I'm too hot to eat." Sam nudged you again, gaining your attention to wiggle his eyebrows, making you huff and nudge him in the arm back.
"We should play a game," Rick spoke, and you grabbed the remote, pausing the show.
"What do you suggest then, Ricky?" You asked, "And it better be a good suggestion. I am this close to jumping into a cold shower." You spoke, pinching your pointer finger and thumb together.
"I'd love to join you." Sam teased, making you give him another hard swat on the arm, which made him cackle.
"Shut up." You said, throwing the damp cloth at him, and you saw him dodge it easily; the rag landing on the floor.
"Anyways, we could play Mario Kart," Brendan spoke up, leaning forward.
"Nah, we can't, remember? Rick broke the XBox." You spoke, "Because Rick hates us and loves breaking things."
Sam nodded, agreeing, "Just to spite us." He tutted.
Rick placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense, "Excuse me, I have a heart, you know! It was an accident."
"Fine, what about truth or dare?" Brendan suggested, and Sam rolled his eyes.
"What are you? Five?" Sam asked and Brendan groaned, shaking his head.
"Yeah, we playing or what?" Rick asked, only for no one to respond.
After a few beats of silence, you stood. "I'll get the drinks."
"I'll make the salad," Sam spoke, following you to the kitchen.
"And I'll turn on some music," Rick spoke, grabbing his phone, and Bluetooth it to the speaker.
"No musicals, Rick!" Sam called out from the kitchen, and you chuckled.
Rick scoffed, "That's not fair."
~~~
An hour into the game, you, Sam, and Rick were as drunk as skunks. From the game so far, Sam was dared to chug the rest of one of his beers in less than three seconds, Rick confessed that he really liked The Powerpuff Girls, Brendan confessed that he really wants to start a family someday, and you were dared to eat a giant spoonful of ice cream until you got a brain freeze. Your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes were closed, you could feel yourself slowly slipping away, hearing the sound of Brendan and Sam laughing after Rick dared him to lick the bottom of his shoe. Rick didn't do it, but he was pretty close to it.
"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty." Sam teased, poking your cheek gently, and you shot upright.
"Huh? What? Where are we?" You mumbled, sitting up on the couch, as Sam took another sip of his third or fourth beer.
"Still at home, sweetheart. Playing this god-awful game."
Rick let out a laugh, twirling the empty beer bottle on the ground, watching it spin as it slowly landed on Brendan. Rick turned to Brendan, giving him a tipsy smile, "Truth or dare, Bren?"
"Truth." Brendan responded, glancing over at Rick, who began fiddling with his shirt buttons, feeling hotter and hotter.
"Who do you like best in this room?" Rick asked as Brendan furrowed his eyebrows.
"Um, what? Who do I like best?" Brendan asked and Rick nodded. "Well, I guess I like Y/N best." He spoke, making Sam and Rick frown as you fist-bumped the air. "What?" Brendan raised an eyebrow, "Y/N didn't break the AC, and Y/N didn't forget to start the washer." He spoke, glancing at Sam who took his turn to foreign offense.
"That was one time!"
"Alright, alright, Brendan, spin." You waved a hand towards the bottle, as Brendan reached out to spin it. Watching the bottle spin around, your eyes widened as you realized where the spinning was going. As soon as the bottle stopped spinning, it landed on you, pointing to you. Your jaw dropped open as you looked down at the bottle. You turned your head towards the boys, seeing their smirking faces, and laughed. "Okay, okay, please, go easy on me?" You pleaded and Brendan smiled and shook his head, laughing at your reaction.
"So, truth or dare, (Y/N)?" He asked, turning his body towards yours.
"Dare." You answered, placing your hand on your forehead, pretending you were about to faint.
"You say go easy, eh? I dare you..." He trailed off, staring at you for a second as he pretended to think. You waited patiently, waiting for him to come up with something, "To kiss someone."
Your eyes widened, and you stared at him for a moment. "What?" Your heart stopped. Was this really happening? Had you heard him right?
"Kiss someone." He repeated, grinning widely as he leaned closer, resting his elbows against his knees. You blinked once. Twice. Three times.
You bit your lip, side-glancing towards Sam briefly before surging forward to press a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss to Sam's cheek. Sitting back in your seat, you tried to ignore the 'oohs' as Rick spoke.
"Why didn't you kiss me?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of Sam's eyes on you.
"Sam didn't break the AC." Your answer only made Brendan point at himself.
"What about me?" He asked and you huffed.
"Sam didn't dare me to kiss someone." Your reply was short and simple, making the two boys frown.
Rick glanced over at Brendan briefly, raising an eyebrow before he over-dramatically yawned, stretching his arms high in the air. "Well, I am pooped, so I'm gonna hit the hay." He said, standing up.
"Me too," Brendan said, standing up as well and heading for his room, "See you guys in the morning." He gave you a small wave and disappeared down the hall.
Sam stayed seated on the couch, his eyes still trained on you as you shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his stare. You cleared your throat, trying to make eye contact. "I... Uh, I'm sorry about that. I should've asked you first before just- ah- doing that." You muttered, averting your gaze from Sam and towards the floor, your hands in your lap nervously.
Sam snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat, "No, uh, it- it's fine. Just a game." He spoke and you nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Just a game." You mimicked, agreeing.
It was quiet for a bit, just the two of you listening to the music playing through the speakers as you both drank. Slowly the awkwardness sizzled away, and you and Sam began to talk again, just about everything and anything. You giggled, placing a hand over your mouth after Sam told you a funny story about Nathan. The liquid courage was flowing through your veins, helping you forget how nervous you were, allowing you to gain the courage to sit basically hip to hip with Sam on the Old Navy couch. Sam's arm was wrapped across the back of the couch like earlier, his fingers brushing through strands of your hair playfully as he drank his beer in his other hand. His own cheeks were flushed, a grin on his face as he gazed down at you. You returned his smile, resting your head against his shoulder, causing him to shiver slightly even though it was still ungodly hot.
"Truth or dare?" Sam then suddenly asked, making you smile slightly.
You let out a small laugh, "Truth or- Sam, the game's over." You slightly slurred your words. "Besides, it's my turn."
Sam licked his lips slowly, thinking hard before he just shifted in his seat, facing you with a determined expression, "Fine," His voice was soft, "Truth." He answered, making you laugh as you shook your head,
"Sammy, I didn't even ask you." You laughed out, nudging him teasingly.
Sam shrugged, smirking down at you, "Too late. Truth."
You sighed with a grin, "Fine, are you gonna stop smoking?"
He nodded, looking away, "Uh... No?" You frowned slightly,
"Sam." You said quietly, glancing over at him with pleading eyes. "It's bad for you. You gotta stop."
"Don't tell me what to do, sweetheart." Sam retorted teasingly, trying to laugh off his sudden nerves.
"Sam." You warned him.
"Come on, it's hard." He argued.
"Oh, I know, Sammy." You pouted. "But you have to quit, Sam. It will kill you." You stated simply.
Sam pursed his lips as he stared at you, grabbing his beer, he spoke before taking another sip, "I'll think about it... Only for you." And just like that, you were in a fit of giggles. "Okay, okay," Sam chuckled at your state, his own mind rather dazed and fuzzy as he reached over to pull you closer to him, making you groan and push at his side slightly.
"Ew, sweaty man, gross." You complained with a giggle. "And gross, I can't breathe with you pressed all over me like this."
Sam just laughed as he continued holding you close to him, nuzzling the top of your head lovingly. "We're already sweaty, babe, why not be sweaty together?"
You smiled up at him, booping his nose as you spoke, "You're gross but it's your turn." You tried to reach for another beer but couldn't reach, opting to just give up with an annoyed huff.
Sam chugged the rest of his beer, his head feeling light, as he let out a small laugh, "Truth or dare?"
You giggled, rolling your eyes, "Truth?" You guessed.
"If I kissed you right now… Would you kiss me back?" Sam suddenly asked, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. You blinked, once... Twice, until you tilt your head towards Sam, confused. Either you were so drunk your mind was playing tricks, or Sam really did ask that.
"What?" You asked, feeling yourself slightly sober up, as your mind raced and your heart started beating faster than a hummingbird.
"Would you kiss me back?" Sam repeated softly, almost shyly as his brown eyes met yours. You felt your cheeks heat up as you swallowed thickly, licking your dry lips.
"Yeah..." You breathed and you could see Sam's breath hitch at your response. "But you're drunk Sammy. Hell, I'm drunk." You added with a chuckle, trying to ease your pounding heart.
Sam leaned in closer to you, making you close your eyes as his lips gently brushed against your own. "Y/N." He whispered, almost pleading.
You let out a shaky sigh, your nose brushing against his again as you reached up to place your hands on his stubbly cheeks. "I would love to kiss you, Sam." You spoke as you felt him grin, "But, I'm scared." You whispered, your eyes memorizing every line and freckle on his face.
He pulled back slightly, opening his eyes, "Of what?" He asked, his warm breath hitting your cheek and you smiled at his closeness.
"That if I kiss you, it would end up being a one-time thing." You explained, looking into his chocolatey brown eyes. "I know that you have had many... Relationships... And I know we have been friends for years... I don't want to mess this up..." You let out another shaky breath, "I don't want my heart to break." You admitted.
Sam closed his eyes, nodding slightly as he took a few seconds to think about it. "Well," He licked his lips, looking at you. "I promise I won't break your heart, Y/N," Sam assured you and you looked up at him, biting your bottom lip as you studied the way his eyes seemed to sparkle. Your thumbs traced the lines of his jaw, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed along with his swallow. You watched his lips part and his teeth gnaw on them before he spoke. "I- I love you, sweetheart." He confessed, making you gasp softly, your eyes wide open as you processed his words. Sam noticed your reaction and instantly regretted saying it, "Damn it, I shouldn't-" Before he could finish his sentence, you moved your hands to grab his brown t-shirt, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut when you broke apart.
You kept your forehead against Sam's, closing your eyes as you let out a sigh of relief, "I love you too, Sammy. So much." You murmured softly. Sam opened his eyes and grinned. "But we're really drunk. So, how about in the morning we talk about this further?" You asked, a playful grin on your face.
Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head, "Sounds good to me." He spoke, his big hands covering yours.
~~~
The next morning, you immediately cringed, the sun shining through your windows as you stretched your limbs out on the bed. Your mind was thumping painfully, the hangover making itself known. After drinking the whole night and staying up talking with Sam, you eventually fell asleep, your head resting comfortably against Sam's chest. All you could remember was the truth or dare game and Sam's confession. You didn't remember walking to your room, so you guessed Sam had brought you to bed, which made you smile.
Trying to ignore your headache, you let out a dreamy sigh. Your entire being felt giddy as you played over the hazy confession of Sam's. He loves you... Sam loves you! This was a huge weight off your shoulders, and you couldn't help but feel so happy at your realization. Getting up, you walked out of your room, sighing in relief as the AC kicked on. Sliding into the kitchen, you found Sam cooking at the stove, making a late breakfast. You leaned against the doorway, letting your eyes rake over him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight. God, he was so beautiful, you thought with a blush. You watched him cook for a moment longer before you cleared your throat, startling him slightly as he turned around and gave you a gentle smile.
"Morning, gorgeous." He greeted you softly, sliding water and ibuprofen over to you.
You smiled in thanks, swallowing the pills and drinking the water. "Morning, Sammy." You replied.
Sam gave you a soft smile, leaning back against the counter as he looked down at you, "So... Last night?" He queried with raised eyebrows.
You bit your lip nervously, "Yeah?"
"Well, you sleep alright?" He asked, trying to calm his racing heart as you nodded with a small shy smile.
"Uh, yeah, yeah. Slept well." You chuckled softly, and Sam nodded.
"Well, good, good. Uh, yeah... That's good." He stumbled slightly over his words. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, giving you a nervous smile.
You walked over, standing before him with a smile, "Sam, you're staring."
"Can you blame me?" He mumbled, chuckling slightly. You grinned mischievously, as Sam reached up and cupped your cheeks, pulling himself down so he was at eye level with you.
"No." You whispered as he leaned forward, capturing your lips in his. You eagerly reciprocated and kissed back, deepening it as you wrapped your arms around his waist. One of his hands reached out and ran through your hair, tugging at a strand as you moaned into his mouth, your body leaning against his as you kissed. Eventually, you pulled away for air, panting heavily and grinning happily as you looked up into Sam's dark eyes. "You stink." You chuckled, laughing at how he pouted at your comment.
"I love you too." He teased, kissing your forehead gently.
You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning your head into his shoulder, and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I know." You said with a smug look. You shut your eyes, snuggling your chest into his chest, becoming engulfed in his smoke and sweat scent. It was nice... Comfortable. It was so Sam. The smell comforted you. "I love you too."
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Call It What You Want Masterlist
Pairing: Frankies Morales x unnamed f!reader (she’s Tom Davis’ half-sister so please bear that in mind but there are no physical descriptions)
Summary: Tom Davis’ younger half-sister never expected to move back to Florida, but eight months after her brother’s untimely death and in the wake of her marriage ending, here she is.
Frankie Morales is trying to get it together after his relapse eight months ago led to the breakdown of his relationship. His priorities now are finding his own place so he doesn’t need to sleep on Pope’s couch, maintaining sobriety, spending more time with his daughter and getting his pilot’s licence back.
So when the two of them end up sharing an apartment, it seems like the ideal solution. However, things are never that simple, are they?
What you can expect: Oh my god, they were roommate, hints of brother’s best friend (but they weren’t best friends and Tom is dead so 😑 ), some good old fashioned angst and hurt/comfort, slow burn, misunderstandings, he falls first, mentions of divorce, Girl!DadFrankie, both Reader and Frankie Morales’ POVs, eventual smut (or my best effort to write it) therefore this 18+ Minors DNI. I will also attempt to untangle some of the questions and plot points (as loose as they were) left from the film to an extent.
Warnings: Discussions of drug abuse and addiction, mentions of emotional abuse/gaslighting past relationships, body image insecurity, discussions of depression/mental health, PTSD, canon typical violence and language.
As mentioned in my blog before, this is 18+ and Minors DNI.
Prologue: my reputation’s never been worse - (3k, Apr 12th)
Chapter 1: - this is the day your life will surely change (3.7k, Apr 23rd)
Chapter 2 - let me put my lips to something (4.8k, June 5th)
Chapter 3 - (coming soon)
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#tom blyth fluff#tom blyth smut#tom blyth imagine#tom blyth#tom blyth fanfiction#tom blyth angst#tom blyth fic#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth x you#gracie abrams#juilliard#tbsosas#the hunger games#singer#billy the kid#rachel zegler#josh rivera
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instead of you [part four] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni), menstruation
word count: 3.9k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi
The rest of the boys were already in the kitchen making their own food and doing dishes when you and Jisung came in.
“Look who’s finally awake!” Felix exclaimed and clapped his twin brother on the back.
“It’s almost noon,” the tall one, Hyunjin, pointed out then smirked. “Long night?”
Jisung gave him a look. “Jet lag, you idiot.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
“Give me a break, Jinnie, we’ve barely been here twelve hours.”
He held up his hands in surrender and leaned back against the counter. “Fine, I’ll save the harassment and embarrassing stories for when you hit the twenty-four mark.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
“You don’t have to wait on the embarrassing stories,” you piped up, “I’m all ears.”
Hyunjin traded looks with Jisung then glanced back to you and cracked a smile. “We can talk later.”
“I’m holding you to that because I have stories of my own to trade with you.”
Jisung looked at you with incredulous eyes. “My own girlfriend.”
“Sorry, babe, but your friends have valuable information and it wouldn’t be fair to offer them nothing in return for it.”
You touched his hand softly only for him to yank it away in mock betrayal as he slid past you over to the fridge.
“Do we have eggs?” he asked as he surveyed the contents inside.
“Minho just used the last two in his scramble,” the other roommate, Changbin, you assumed by process of elimination, said.
“Bro, c’mon,” Jisung sighed and slammed the door shut.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d want them,” Minho apologized.
“It’s okay,” you assured Jisung. “We can have cereal or something.”
“No, I’ll run to the store to get more,” Minho offered.
“I can go with you,” you added, earning a raised eyebrow or two from the rest of the boys. “There’s something I need to pick up.”
“Okay,” he agreed and turned to the rest of the group “Anyone else want to come?” There was silence. “Alright, then it’s just the two of us.”
“Is that okay?” Jisung asked lowly, pulling you to the side.
“Yeah, we don’t need to be together every second,” you reasoned.
“Are you sure? I can go with you guys!”
“No, no, catch up with your friends. We’ll be back in a few.”
“Okay, love you,” he said and kissed you chastely on the lips.
It wasn’t the first time you and Jisung had kissed. You weren’t one to turn down a dare, which your friends knew and used against you, but there weren’t always stakes involved. On drunken nights neither of you cared to remember, in those early hours of the morning that followed parties or nights out… when it was just the two of you in one of your dorms rooms basking in the warm glow of alcohol, when everything still sounded muffled and your voices were shot from shouting for hours…
This felt different though. There wasn’t the same tenderness or hazy intimacy like there had been those other times. This felt forced, like he had something to prove. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the others.
You wrapped your arm around Jisung’s neck and turned to Minho. “You ready?”
“Are you, uh, going…. like that?”
You looked down at yourself in confusion, realizing you were still wearing what you had worn to bed. To be more precise, you were still wearing the boxers that everyone probably thought were Jisung’s. Had you not learned your lesson after last night?
“I mean, it’s cool if you are,” Minho continued. “It’s just the grocery store. I wasn’t trying to be- I was just wondering.”
“I forgot I was wearing pajamas,” you admitted. “I’ll go throw something on really quick.”
-
“You wanna drive?” Minho asked as you walked out to the car together, waving the keys in his hand.
“I… think that’s illegal.”
“I was joking.”
“Oh.”
You slid into the passenger seat while Minho started the engine and turned on some music.
“Any requests?”
You shook your head. “I’m good with whatever.”
You watched as Minho scrolled through his phone, picked a playlist, and put it on shuffle. A melody with low drums and heavy guitar started playing through the speakers. You didn’t recognize the song, but you liked it. It sounded like something you’d hear in an alt bar, or a grungy coffee shop.
“Are you all packed for tomorrow?” Minho asked suddenly, turning down the volume.
“Yeah, I never really unpacked so…”
“Right. Sorry.”
“I hope I have everything,” you added, trying not to let the conversation die. “It seems like every country has a different kind of outlet. It’s kind of hard to keep track of which adapters you need.”
“It fucking sucks,” he agreed.
“You travel a lot?”
“You have no idea.”
“Is it for work, or for fun?”
“Depends,” he answered with a shrug, “but mostly for work.”
You didn’t want to pry anymore than you already had or make it seem like you were interviewing him so you changed the subject.
“Was your scramble good?” you asked.
“The one I made this morning?” Minho asked, looking at you as if it were the last thing he expected to hear.
You nodded. “Yeah, was it worth it? Breaking Jisung’s heart like that?”
He burst out laughing at that, making you smile too.
“It was totally worth it. Best egg scramble I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad.”
Minho was still grinning to himself when he pulled into the parking lot a few blocks later. He picked a spot in the corner and backed into it. Show off. Maybe you couldn’t back into parking spots, but at least you didn’t make turns at forty miles an hour.
“Fuck, did you have to park a mile away?” you groaned as you made the trek up to the grocery store’s entrance, struggling to keep up with him.
“Sorry, force of habit.”
He slowed down to let you catch up and threw the hood of his sweatshirt over his head before shoving his hands in his pockets.
The store wasn’t too crowded, at least by American grocery store standards. It looked like the regular weekend rush. Everyone was using their precious time off to check things off of their to-do list, living the corporate dream.
Minho led you through the bakery to the dairy section in the back.
“How many eggs do you reckon we need?” he asked as he looked at all the different options.
“However many it takes to make an omelet.”
“Do you know how many that is?”
“Nope.”
“Lovely.”
“I don’t usually cook,” you said defensively. “Even my instant ramen is just ‘meh’.”
“It’s a good thing you’re dating Jisung then,” he muttered under his breath. “Otherwise I’m afraid you’d die of starvation.”
“Hey, it doesn’t need to taste good. If anything, I’m resourceful. All I need to survive is tap water and a microwave.”
“Please don’t tell me you’ve been microwaving your instant ramen,” Minho groaned, eyes widening when you didn’t deny it. “Have you been?”
“It’s probably better if I don’t answer that.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeahhh, that’s what your brother said.”
“Should we text him about the eggs? Since we’re obviously both clueless.”
“No, we can figure it out,” you insisted, “I can be domestic.”
Minho raised his eyebrows and stared at the ground. “I don’t know how long you guys have been together, but I’m sure he knows that’s a lie. I literally met you yesterday and even I know that.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, maybe I’m not the best cook, but I’m the best roller in our friend group. Better than Jisung.”
“Wait, Jisung smokes?”
God damn it.
“Uh, no.”
“Damn, before college he’d never even tried it.” He grinned proudly. “You’ve really loosened him up, haven’t you?”
You opened your mouth to answer and shut it again. You’d already said too much. “I wouldn’t say that it was all me…” you trailed off and glanced back at the display in front of you. “Anyway, about the eggs-”
“Oh shit, right.”
You’d been standing there for a solid five or six minutes and were no closer to deciding on how many eggs to get.
“We don’t want to get too many because we’re leaving tomorrow… unless Hyunjin and Changbin would want the rest?”
Minho seemed to think about it for a second before grabbing a carton of half a dozen off the shelf.
“They don’t eat a lot of eggs,” he explained, “but better safe than sorry. I don’t even want to know what Jisung would do to me if we came back with less than enough.”
You laughed and brushed him off. “Psh, he talks a lot of shit, but he’s a softie at heart.”
“Maybe to you.” Minho gently placed the eggs in the basket you were carrying and then put his hands in his pockets again. “What did you need to pick up?”
You had forgotten the entire reason you tagged along on the errand until he mentioned it.
“Fuck, thank you for reminding me. I needed to get some pads.”
“Oh, okay. I don’t know where they keep those, but I’d guess they’re on the same aisle as pharmaceuticals and like soap and stuff?”
The tone in his voice had changed a bit. Not in a way that was disgusted or embarrassed, but in a concerned, almost panicked, way. Like he was afraid you were about to bleed out and die in the middle of the aisle but was trying to play it cool. You thought it was endearing if not a little amusing.
“Seems like our best bet,” you agreed.
“Do you want medicine or anything else?” he asked once you’d found the right aisle and picked a pack of pads from a brand you recognized.
“I have some back at the house, but thanks for thinking of that.”
“Yeah, I know it’s really painful for some of my co-st, uh, co-workers and I just didn’t want you to be hurting…” he trailed off awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.
You smiled softly and followed him up to the check-out where you put the items on the little conveyor belt thing and grabbed a divider to put in between them.
“Hey, put that back,” Minho said and leaned over your shoulder to slide the divider back onto the side.
“You really don’t have to do that,” you protested as the cashier rung up both things.
Minho didn’t even glance back at you before handing the woman his credit card. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I am worried about it.”
“This is saving time instead of having two separate transactions,” he insisted.
“I’ll pay you back in the car then.”
“No you won’t.”
“And why not?”
“Because these are like five pounds, y/n, it’s not a big deal.”
You sighed stubbornly. “Fine. But I’ll get you back. Eventually.”
Minho shook his head and gave you a smug look. “I’m sure you will.”
-
You thought Jisung had been joking when he told you that you could pick one of the places to go for his family trip, and you definitely didn’t think he had been serious when he said you could pick literally anywhere. But that was the rule, apparently. Everyone going on the trip got to pick one of the places that you’d visit, including girlfriends who happened to be tagging along.
It was a good idea in theory, but in reality, it meant scrambling around international airports with no sense of direction. Jisung’s mom had the first pick, which meant the entire Han family plus you were huddled around an airport ticketing counter trying to arrange your travel to Paris.
“Is it going to be an overnight flight?” you asked Jisung.
“Yes, baby. The flight is fourteen hours long.”
“Okay, well, I wasn’t thinking about that.”
He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You were trying to get used to hearing your best friend saying things like that, but they still sounded foreign coming from him. To be fair, you had only been fake dating for a couple of days now, but you were supposed to be convincing everyone around you that you had been in love for months. You had thought it would be so easy because you already did love Jisung, just not like they thought you did.
Jisung looked down at you when he felt you stiffen underneath his arm. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
Seeing as there were only three seats to a row, one of the four of you would have to sit with their parents while the rest of you played Bullshit with the deck of cards Minho had packed in his backpack. Felix made the sacrifice and opted out of sitting with you and his brothers so that he could get some work done free of distraction.
“He’s only saying that,” Jisung said in a whisper loud enough for his twin to overhear. “He just wants to get out of playing with us because he’s a terrible liar and he knows he’d lose.”
“I’m not playing because I’m a gentleman,” Felix clarified. Jisung raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I wouldn’t want to sweep the floor with you in front of your girlfriend.”
“How noble.”
You stashed your backpack next to Jisung’s in the overhead compartment and took your seat next to him. Minho was sat in the window seat, smushed against the wall with his hood up and head down. It seemed like he did that every time he was in public. It was like he tried to become invisible.
Jisung occupied the middle seat in between you and Minho. He talked to his older brother about plans for the trip as he absentmindedly played with your fingers that were intertwined with his.
“Do you guys have any plans for the free day in Paris?” Minho asked. “I assume you’ll be spending it as far away from our family as possible?”
Jisung shook his head. “No, we don’t know what we’re gonna do yet. We haven’t had much time to plan with finals and all.”
“You should take y/n to that bookstore by the Seine- Shakespeare and Company, she likes to read right?”
“Yeah,” Jisung answered for you, unable to hide his surprise. “How did you know that?”
Minho looked over at you and grinned. “I could tell.”
“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” you accused, leaning past Jisung to glare at his brother.
“Nothing,” he said and held his hands up innocently, “I can just tell you’re well-read, is that such a bad thing?”
“No, there was a negative implication there, you were calling me a nerd, weren’t you?”
Minho glanced over at his brother for help, but Jisung just shrugged. “I mean, there are a lot of really good bars over there too… that you might also like.”
“Nice save.”
“Awful save,” Jisung chimed in. “For what it’s worth, baby, I love that you’re a nerd.”
You yanked your hand out of Jisung’s and grit your teeth. “I see charm runs in the family.”
“Awful save,” Minho mocked.
“I actually don’t need your help right now, Min,” Jisung snapped.
“Oh come on, I’m a great wingman,” he insisted. “Remember when-”
“Let’s not bring up past dating stories in front of my girlfriend, yeah?”
“Wait, but I’m interested now,” you interjected, ignoring the look from your fake boyfriend. “Hyunjin promised me embarrassing stories and he didn’t get to tell me any. Let me at least have this.”
Minho traded a look with his brother before locking eyes with you and smirking. The plane started to move as he started to tell the story, and all three of you pitched forward from the sudden motion. You braced yourself against the seat in front of you with one hand and grabbed Jisung’s wrist with the other. He shifted so that you could hold his hand properly, fingers slipping between yours easily.
“Sorry,” you whispered in embarrassment.
“Don’t be. I used to be the same way on planes.”
“And how old were you then?”
“Um, six.”
“And here I am as a twenty-something year old-”
“Nope, none of that,” Jisung cut you off before you could finish the self-deprecating thought. He had a habit of doing that. Sometimes you found it endearing, other times it got on your nerves. You let it slide this time.
You smiled at him gratefully and relaxed into his shoulder. His hair tickled your face as his shoulders rose and fell in time with his breathing. His hair was long enough for you to twirl around your fingers if you wanted to. He hadn’t let it grow out this long in a while, and it reminded you of your sophomore year of college.
Back a couple of heartbreaks ago when your hair was short and his was long, when you both felt like you had finally gotten the hang of the whole college thing… you’d spent that Fall Semester laying on blankets on the green outside of the Dance Hall together, drinking spiked cider out of reusable water bottles as you spent what little pocket change you had betting on who could get more dancers’ numbers before the sun set.
It had been a simpler time then, but that’s how it always goes. The stakes creep higher and higher without giving so much as a warning and suddenly you’re clocking in on a Monday morning at your corporate 9-5 gig, your diploma and your ambition sitting in a box somewhere in your apartment collecting dust.
“Fuck that’s depressing,” you mumbled to yourself and let the hand that had been in Jisung’s fall to your side.
“What’s depressing?” Minho whispered, leaning across his brother to talk to you.
You lifted your head from your best friend’s shoulder and looked up to see him slumped to the side with his eyes shut as he breathed softly. You hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep.
“What’s depressing?” Minho repeated, nudging your knee with the back of his hand impatiently.
“Growing up,” you replied with a sigh.
“Ah, yeah. Shit sucks,” Minho agreed.
“Yeah I was just… bumming myself out over here. Feel free to join.”
“Would one of those stories you were promised help?”
You perked up at his offer. “Are you fucking serious? Are you actually going to tell me one? Don’t tease me, Minho.”
“I would never,” he scoffed, the grin on his face telling you otherwise.
He glanced back at his brother as if to make sure he was still asleep before turning back to you.
“Right, so a few summers ago when Ji was home from college, we were out at a pub near our place. And for whatever reason Jisung had ordered himself a couple shots of tequila-”
“Oh my god. I already know where this is going.”
“You do?”
You rolled your eyes. “Tequila always makes Jisung horny-” you explained, freezing when you remembered that you were talking to his older brother. You stared down at the floor, trying to recover. “It always makes Jisung make irresponsible decisions.”
Minho blinked at you and pursed his lips. You so badly wanted to tell him that you only said that because every time Jisung drank tequila he hooked up with somebody, not because you were the person he hooked up with. But you couldn’t. You had to let him believe whatever the fuck he had thought you meant because you could never seem to shut the fuck up.
“It sure does…” he trailed off, eyebrows knit together in a mix of amusement and discomfort.
“Anyway, you were saying?”
Minho cleared his throat awkwardly. “So Jisung had downed a couple of shots of tequila, and I suppose he was feeling lucky, so he tried chatting up this girl-”
“Tried?”
“Yes, emphasis on tried. She had a friend, so he asked me to come over with him as well. And being the good big brother I am, I agreed.”
You narrowed your eyes. “The friend was hot, wasn’t she?”
“Fuck yeah, she was hot,” he admitted shamelessly. “But we go over there, and right away they’re not impressed. You know when some drunk assholes try and flirt with you at a bar and you’re just trying to have fun with your friends?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Well, we were totally those assholes. And to make it worse, we lied and told them we were students at the university across the street.”
“So they told you to fuck off?”
“No, when we told them we were students they were suddenly interested and wanted us to take them on a campus tour.” Minho sighed and shook his head at the memory. “So we did.”
“No you didn’t.”
“We did. I mean, we tried to. It started with pointing to random buildings and reading the names off of the signposts in front of them, and it ended with being escorted off of the premises by campus police.”
“What?” You blinked in disbelief. “What did you do?”
“Nothing!” Minho insisted.
“You don’t get kicked off a college campus for doing nothing!”
“Alright, we might have tried breaking into the science building to get to the rooftop greenhouse.”
“I fucking knew it.”
“A friend of mine who actually goes to that uni told me about it! He said he always takes girls up there because the doors are always unlocked and it’s a cool place for a date, but the doors were not unlocked that night.”
“Did you set off an alarm or something? How did security catch you?” you asked.
“They were walking by,” he said with a sheepish grin. “We were pretty wasted at the time so we didn’t hear them come up behind us.”
“Typical.”
“At least neither of the girls got in trouble. And Jisung and I were let off with a warning once we were escorted off the grounds.”
“I can’t believe Jisung’s never told me that story.”
“Probably didn’t want to ruin your romanticized image of him,” Minho suggested.
“We were friends way before we started dating, I know way too much about Jisung to have had a romanticized version of him in my head.”
“And you still chose to date him?”
You laughed. “Love is weird, isn’t it?”
Minho cocked his head to the side. “You love him?”
You hesitated.
“I- sorry if that’s too personal,” he added quickly and sat back up, increasing the distance between the two of you.
“I do love him.”
The answer was simple, because you did love Jisung. He was your favorite person, He knew everything about you. You always swore that you’d find each other in whatever lifetime came next. But you didn’t love him like you were supposed to.
“I’m glad,” Minho said. “He deserves it.”
“Don’t worry, you’re not going to have to go all Protective Big Brother on me,” you assured him. “I promise I won’t break his heart.” Because there’s no way I can.
He gave a tight smile. “Whatever you say.”
Next to you, Jisung began to stir. He opened his eyes and stretched, using it as an excuse to wrap an arm around you like they did in the movies.
“Smooth,” you said as you rolled your eyes, leaning into him anyway.
“What are you guys talking about?” he asked through a yawn.
“You.”
“All good things, I hope?”
You suppressed a smile and glanced over at Minho who was shaking his head at you with wide eyes.
“Minho told me the greenhouse story,” you blurted, sending an apologetic look in his direction.
Jisung whipped his head towards his brother and punched him gently in the shoulder. “Minho!”
“That was supposed to stay between us,” Minho groaned as he rubbed his shoulder.
“Dick,” Jisung muttered.
“Hey, we’ve all been kicked off of college campuses by security before,” you reasoned.
“We have?” Jisung asked doubtfully.
“No, but I’m adding it to my bucket list.”
“Look what you’ve done,” Jisung said to Minho. “You’re a bad influence.”
“So I’ve been told.”
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Friends With the Green-Eyed Monster
Request by @laufeysonbarneslover: please can you do an imagine with prompts 9 and 11 where tom hiddleston and reader are best friends and live together but reader had a wet dream about chris hemsworth with a fluffy ending. thank you so much, love your work xxx
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Roommate!Reader
Warning(s): Language (like two naughty words), maybe some slight angst (we’ll see how we go), fluff central towards the end!
Prompts:
#9 - “I read your diary...”
#11 - “Wait a minute...are you jealous?”
At first, everyone had advised you that moving in with your best friend wasn’t the best idea. That you’d probably “get fed up with all his little idiosyncrasies” and want to move out after a couple weeks.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
Living with Tom was probably the best decision that you had ever made in your life. From the 3am snack runs to the nearest convenience store to the weekly tickle sessions on the couch; home with Tom was the one place you always wanted to be.
But something was off today. Tom didn’t greet you with one of his cheesy one-liners as he walked through the door, he didn’t give you his daily little kiss on the cheek. He just walked straight to his room and shut the door behind him.
Maybe he’s just had a rough day on set? You thought to yourself, but shrugged off the worry and continued on with your work. Writing that one romance novel about best friends falling for each other wasn’t going to write itself...and the hope that the universe would give you some real experience in the area was slowly dwindling.
By 10pm, Tom still hadn’t come out of his room, and you were beginning to worry something bigger had happened. However, the thought that he may have fallen asleep deterred you from knocking on his door.
Quietly opening your bedroom door, you made your way inside, softly shutting it behind you. Walking over to the bed you began changing into your pyjamas, the knotting feeling in your stomach growing as every second passed by.
You were incredibly worried. Tom had never acted like this before; granted, he had his bad days, but he never locked himself away in his room to deal with them.
Sighing, you crawled into bed, hoping to whatever higher being was out there that Tom would be okay.
It was now 3:24am, and your attempts at slipping off into a leisurely slumber were pretty much pointless. Your worries for Tom were churning your insides and kept you wide awake.
Finally having enough, you opened your door and quietly walked across the hallway. Now that you were standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath. It was now or never.
You raised your fist and gently collided it with the dark wood.
“Tom? Are you awake?”
You waited for a response, but it didn’t seem like you were getting one. The knot in your stomach continued to tighten.
“That’s it! I’m coming in.”
When you opened your door, your heart absolutely shattered. Sitting on the bed was a dishevelled Tom. His hair was all over the place, eyes rimmed red. Had he been crying?
Quickly rushing to the other side of the bed you climbed in and pulled him into a hug.
“Tom? What’s wrong? Did something go wrong on set yesterday?”
He shook his head and your face twisted into confusion. “Then what’s wrong? You never shut yourself off like this.”
He sighed, “I read your diary...”
You jolted back, a frown beginning to form on your face. “What?”
He refused to face you and continued staring off into space.
“It wasn’t on purpose, Darling. It was open when I found it, and you had been acting unusual all day. I- I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
You scowled and pulled away from him, “And that gives you the right to read something extremely personal about me?”
Finally turning to face you, his red-rimmed eyes stared straight into yours.
“It doesn’t in the slightest, Love--and I sincerely regret doing so. What I found in there was something that I never needed to know about you.” He spoke with such disdain that you could tell what he read wasn’t what he was expecting to find.
You huffed, “And what in there disgusted you so much, Tom? Was it my inner thoughts and feelings? My rants on how work my co-workers treated me like shit one day? How normal and boring my life is compared to yours?”
“No! No at all...It was just...”
“Just what Tom? Do I really disgust you that mu-”
“You had a sex dream about Chris Hemsworth! A very vivid sex dream if I have to go into detail.”
You tried so hard to stop a laugh from escaping your lips, “That’s it? The fact that I had a sex dream about Hemsworth?”
The look on his face radiated pure anger with a hint of something else...was that?
“Wait a minute...are you jealous?”
He didn’t answer, but the drifting of his eyes from your face to the floor spoke a thousand words.
“Why does that bother you? I’m a grown adult, I can have sex dreams about whoever the fuck I want, Tom. I don’t see why you need to care about it.”
That seemed to push Tom over the edge, “I JUST DO, Y/N!”
You were stunned. Tom had never yelled at you before; his eyes widened in realisation.
“I- I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”
“Tom, I just don’t understand why you’re so worked up about it. It’s nothing to be upset over.”
He just sighed, “I can’t stand the thought of you dreaming about sleeping with other men, and you still can’t see why that bothers me? I thought it would be obvious after my outburst...”
You shook your head, still not understanding whatever he was trying to say.
He lifted his eyes to face you once again and let out a little smile, “I love you, Y/n.”
Your eyes widened; your mouth slowly opening in shock. He loved you?
“I understand if this changes the foundations of our relationship, but I can’t lose you; especially to someone as close to me as Hemsworth, he’s like my broth-”
You cut off his rambling by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The wires in his brain seemingly short-circuiting in the process, enabling him unable to speak for a few moments after you pulled back.
You pressed a kiss to his reddened cheek, “There’s no reason to be so held up on losing me to Hemsworth when my heart is already owned by you, Hiddles.”
A small smile graced his face at your confession, “That...that is music to my ears, Darling.”
A/N I was so excited to do this one. I hope you enjoyed it!
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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄…
✷ here’s a list of characters i currently write for + some common themes / tropes i tend to enjoy !
✷ favs, requests open, requests closed, *sfw only
in terms of requests! my ask box is always open but i reserve to write or not write anything that comes in. i keep everything in the bin in case one day it sparks something!
✷ links lead to fan castings!
BAND OF BROTHERS. babe heffron, joe liebgott, george luz, donald malarky, eugene roe, dick winters
DC. barry allen, adrien chase, rick flag, dick grayson, harley quinn, jaime reyes, tdk!bruce wayne
EIGHTIES. ferris bueller, darry curtis, charlie dalton*, jason dean, kevin dolenz, cameron frye, johnny lawrence, blane mcdonough, steven meeks*, ronald miller*, knox overstreet*
HARRY POTTER. regulus black, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, theseus scamander, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood
TED LASSO. roy kent, ted lasso, jamie tartt
MARVEL. druig, kate bishop, eddie brock, frank castle, scott lang, matt murdock, mcu!peter parker, tasm!peter parker, steve rogers, peter quill, helmut zemo
MILES TELLER. willard hewitt, andrew neiman, vinny pazienza
OBX. rafe cameron, jj maybank, topper thornton
PEDRO PASCAL. jack daniels, din djarin, frankie morales, javier peña, marcus pike
SCREAM. ethan landry, stu macher, charlie walker
STRANGER THINGS. steve harrington, jim hopper, eddie munson
TOP GUN. bradley bradshaw, nick bradshaw, tom kazansky, jake seresin, beau simpson
MISC. astarion cunin, carlisle cullen, walt finnegan, mark grayson, logan huntzberger, percy jackson, peeta mellark, benny miller, eric northman, kai parker, harvey specter, stiles stilinski, jesse swanson, thomas webb, phil wenneck, sebastian wilder, pacey witter, charlie young
TROPES I’M PARTIAL TO... mutual pining, fake dating, lovers to enemies to lovers, (childhood) best friends to lovers, summer love, vampire!au, domesticity, age gap, guy falls first, hurt/comfort, second chance romance, roommates to lovers, old money!au, dad’s best friend, best friend’s brother
TROPES I WON’T WRITE… non-con, rpf, pedophilia, age play/regression, pet play, anal play, water sports, scat, sister!reader (ex. eddie munson x henderson!reader)
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Blep! 👅 [18+]
words » 16.3k
verse » Fantasy & Putts [18+]
pairing » roommate fwb actor Tom x fem reader
warnings » all smut, explicit warnings under the cut
disclaimer » this story is 18+ ; unsuitable for minors
special thanks » @hypnotized-so-mesmerized ; @nowayhomeparker ; @spidey-sophie ;
b’s note » hey everyone! this came out of nowhere, but in the fantasyverse Tom gets so much oral and y/n not so much, which isn’t fair, right? our poor y/n. so here it is, a oneshot feat. *drumroll please* cunnilingus! lots and lots of it! and the best part is: it can be read as a standalone, no need to read what happens before :D a very special thank you to my hoes because this wouldn’t exist without our fascination with that picture of Tom in the pink polo, you’re the best 😍
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explicit warnings : Tom eats out a lot (not at a restaurant) aka oral sex, fem receiving in several places, including standing by a window (they don’t get interrupted, but the Harries are aware of shenanigans) and the garden + creampie & y/n recording it on camera, Tom gets so excited about it, it’s adorable + oral sex, male receiving in a bathroom. i think that’s it! also please don’t try this at home, it’s just fiction, nobody should be expected to have such a short recovery time!
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(timeline: springtime, six months after MFL)
So. Here’s how it happened.
It was just a roommates night out and it was all about fun because it had been too long since you’ve all hung out together. You have been the one to spend the most time at home, thanks to your now full-time job at the Toasty Den and the vlog channel you still manage to create content for every week.
As for the boys, Tuwaine is the one you see the most, even though he comes and goes; as far as you know, he spends a lot of time at his family home. Tom’s been out of the country for a month and will go back to work in only a few days. Sometimes Harry goes with him, but when he doesn’t, he’s always going in and out of town with Harrison to work on their doctrails—or so they say. And Sam spends most of his time away because he’s enrolled in a twelve-week culinary course, and when he isn’t in class, he applied to an apprenticeship in a restaurant a couple of towns over.
This means it’s really tough to gather them all for a few hours of fun. Not knowing when it might happen again in the future, you wanted to document pretty much everything, which was why you brought out the new camera that Tom bought for your half anniversary.
Harry freaked out when he saw it, twirling it around in his hands. “This was such a good choice, oh my god, you’ve gotta let me try it out.”
“Nope, sorry mate,” you said, making ‘gimme’ gestures with your palms turned upward. “This baby contains very sensitive pieces you don’t wanna be messing around with.”
Harry let it drop onto the kitchen island counter right away. “You’re gross.”
After that, since he wanted to check the quality so badly, you went upstairs and deleted anything that could compromise the original purpose of the new camera and later, you took your new baby out for a spin. Harry experimented a little like a boy with a new Christmas present, you took some pictures of everyone as well, and by the end of the night the memory card was filled with plenty of great moments among friends.
Tuwaine and Harrison were in charge of the night’s activities. And boy, was it messy and fun. It started with a drinking card game at home to get you all pumped, then a late dinner at a new pub Harrison had been obsessed with, a short visit to this ‘Glow In The Park’ party that was being held at the city park —though you all spent more time getting drunk by the spiked ice cream sundae bar truck than anything else— and finally you went clubbing. Tuwaine’s choice. And it was perfect.
In the club, neon lights distorting everyone’s sight, it was dark and loud and hot. Especially Tom. He was in a tight patterned shirt and your favorite jeans, scrumptiously snug around his perky bum, and he was all glowing and toned and huge because he’d been on a serious muscle-up plan at the gym for his next acting role. His thighs had gotten thick, his shoulders massive, his biceps no longer fit in any of his tops so he kept dragging a finger under the sleeves to, you believe, alleviate the pressure of being a proper hunk. And of course, you being absolutely smitten with his fingers, that’s not news to anyone, you kept staring at him and he always caught you just when your eyes were skimming down his veiny arms and focused on his gorgeous hands. Fuck.
“Take a picture, darlin’, it will last you longer,” he taunted you one of those times, wrapping an arm around your waist and blowing a raspberry into the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.
“I’ll take a picture when they’re in my cunt,” you nearly spat at him as you grabbed his hand and tugged him closer.
“I will gladly make that a photoshoot, just name a date and a time.”
Then you dragged him to the dance floor, but all you wanted was to fuck yourself on his hand with the music loud around you and everybody lost in the sway and sweat of the crowd. Tom, however, he’d be enraptured by the column of your throat and the curve of your ass and the curl of his fingers kneading your sweet spot on repeat. But sadly none of that happened.
You do have a little decorum. Occasionally.
After a while, you followed like a kitten as he strolled towards the bar to fetch another round, but when you got there, he must have sensed your presence —or probably saw your reflection in the mirror behind the counter— because he turned around with a couple of beers in his hands and bumped into you. Spilling them all over your cleavage.
“Fuck. Meee,” you cursed at the cold liquid slithering down between your breasts.
Tom’s face showed no surprise, only a smug grin. “Whoops. Guess we’re gonna have to go home.”
Asshole.
You went home right after, as he expected you to. Tom’s hand was heavy on your knee on the taxi ride over, nails digging into the pliant flesh on the underside, his leg bouncing anxiously as he tried to contain his excitement. And as soon as you stepped foot inside the house, the lock barely closed behind you, his mouth was on you and that same leg slipped between your thighs, pressing up. Shoes were thrown into the hallway, your purse lost somewhere in the middle. You pressed the camera into your chest and sneaked your other palm inside Tom’s shirt, all while his hands groped your body.
You started going up the stairs with him in tow, lips sucking a wet kiss into your neck, but you tripped on nothing and he tripped on you when he tried to catch you, and you fell on your ass, and he ended up with his head at the level of your waist. Both of you laughed like crazy at the mess of limbs spread everywhere. Being slightly touched by alcohol as he was, he bit on the side of your breast and kissed your half exposed tummy, and then tugged on the edge of your skirt until it was all hiked up around your hips.
Before you noticed it, he was pushing your knickers to the side and diving headfirst between your thighs. It was so good while it lasted, his hands holding you up, his nose breathing over your clit, the relentless jabs of his tongue past the ring of tight muscles. Though after the first, heaven-sent stretch of his fingers into you, the lock on the door clicked and you had to bolt out of there.
By the time you got upstairs, you were laughing so hard at the mess of the night and slightly disgusted by the stench of beer on your bosom, and the mood faded. It didn’t help that Tom was fast asleep by the time you got out of the shower, either.
So here you are now, sitting on the window seat in your shared bedroom, in a flimsy top and your knickers because your bottoms were driving you mad, extremely horny and extremely wet, thinking of Tom’s crooked mouth and his beautiful dick. That loser really had to leave for a work meeting at morning-fuck o’clock, didn’t he? He’s unbelievable. He lets you sit on his lap, teases you, and then bails on you. It’s ridiculous. Although he did suggest a self pleasure fest in bed after he left, and you did try, but it ended in frustration. You couldn’t stop picturing his fingers and his thighs and his cock, but had absolutely nothing like them to bounce on.
You sigh.
You’re waiting for him to come back home after his meeting, though you think he mentioned a brunch with his mates or something like that. This means it might be a while before he returns, so you have to entertain yourself somehow.
Adjusting your position on the cushion to keep your legs from being cramped under your ass, you pull the camera out of its bag and connect it to your laptop. It’s propped on the large windowsill, and you click through the photos from last night, from the pub to the Glow In The Park party and many more.
From group pictures to singles and doubles and trouples, there’s a bit of everything hidden in the memory card. Tom is in most of them, either with all of his friends and their silly ways, or with Harrison because those two love sharing the camera, or under Tuwaine’s arm reaching up to kiss his neck or his face, or with his brothers in what you have learned to be a tradition of theirs, Tom in the middle with his arms around them. Pictures of the two of you, of course, and of just him with his tongue out or in his favorite poses, a wide grin with his eyes scrunched closed or his middle finger pointed at the photographer.
There’s a sequence of images on what you think might be the way to the club at the end of the night, clearly taken by Harry from the back. You’re walking ahead of him, showing something on your phone to Tom, who seems unaware of it in the first picture, looking over his shoulder and flipping the camera in the second one, a third one where he’s looking at the phone, and a last one where you’re both laughing at whatever you had found, his arm around you by then. You don’t remember the specifics of that moment, but it did result in a few cute shots.
Already at the club, the next photos are darker and less frequent. A few interesting ones at the table where you were stationed with your drinks that you take note for later, but for the most part it’s pictures of the six of you. You do click onto ones of just Tom, flipping you off and with his mouth open trying to tell you something, and then his palm getting closer and closer to the lens because he wanted you to stop taking pictures and go dancing with him.
And apparently, you did. On the dance floor, it’s obvious that you tried to take pictures, but they came out dark and blurry. There are videos, though, and they’re all pretty decent, the boys having a good time though the focus shifts to Tom. He’s hilarious when he thinks he’s being a sexy dancer. You shake your head at his laughable dance moves on the screen. After, you find a couple of selfies of you, of you and the boys in silent cheers, arms in the air and all because they’re silly and dramatic like that, and finally of you and Tom. You’re both smiling in one, in the next you’re smiling and he’s wiping something off your brow with a sweet look on his face —you totally stop on that one for a few seconds, saving a copy into the cloud— followed by one where his mouth has dropped to an affronted ‘oh’ because you’re shoving his face off camera. And in the next one, it’s just his ass.
You remember this moment in particular quite well. After the selfies, you were going to take another one with Tom’s squinty face in the background when someone knocked into you and you had to move the camera away. It seems to have clicked anyway, so all you got was a shot of his ass in the dark. You adjust a few filters to brighten it up just to check, and yep, that’s a pretty centered picture of Tom’s remarkable bum. You’d find it hilarious if it wasn’t so pretty.
A couple of random pictures of the crowd later, there’s another video. A shorter, sneakier one, though you don’t recall what was going through your mind at the time. The scene in itself doesn’t seem familiar, but it was clearly filmed by you. Tom is mouthing the lyrics of the song with his eyes closed, sipping his beer next. For a little while, the image zooms in on his face —well, on his jaw, let’s be honest— as he sways along to the music. When it zooms out, Harrison’s face comes into shot and you can perceive him shouting, “You’re here to dance, missy!” and then there’s your laugh and when the video freezes at the end, Tom’s very furrowed brow is front and center.
Anything after that is blurry as hell. What is supposed to be a group photo after you left the dance floor for more drinks, one of the twins making a toast, another of Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine making a stupid pose you believe was their hallmark in acting school, and several others, it’s all a mess of color and distorted faces.
“What the fuck.”
It seems as though someone wasn’t in a good state by that time. You don’t remember drinking that much, but clearly you were wrong.
Laughing at it, you realize that not all of the next photos are like this. There are very, very clear photos of Tom’s hands and Tom’s forearms and Tom’s neck, which leaves you questioning your drunk self’s intentions. In one of them, he’s standing by the table, his brothers around him having a conversation, but he’s staring at the dance floor, a beer bottle between his hands, and his tongue is poking out of the corner of his mouth. If you remember correctly from what you’ve seen so far, it’s something you caught him doing a lot throughout the night.
A lightbulb turns on brightly in your mind.
You figure that Tom’s meeting must be over by now, so you decide to send him this picture because it won’t bother him if he’s already at brunch or on his way over. You save the photo in a folder in your cloud and grab your phone to crop it to an appropriate size, with his face at the top and his veiny hands at the bottom, blurring out the background around him.
When it’s ready, you open Tom’s favorite messaging app and send it to him.
You: what do you think about when your tongue goes 😛
Not expecting him to answer right away, you go back to the laptop and search for those pictures of what you believe are accidental close-ups of his body. You want to save those as well. For a rainy day…
Tom’s reply comes after you’re finished deleting them from the camera’s memory card.
Tom: depends
Tom: but mostly ⛳️!
You: Why did i even ask
Tom: you tell me darling
Tom: what do you want me to be thinkin about 😏😏😏
You: I’m gonna wipe that f-ing emoji off your phone
As it is, his response turns you on more than it should. You hate those damned smirking emojis, but you can imagine his face while he’s choosing them from the huge list of yellow little faces at his disposal. You’ve seen it so often by now. He’s a cheeky little fuck by nature, but things get naturally more difficult for you when you’re as extra horny as you are at the moment.
The problem was that while Tom was gone for the last month, he kept traveling back and forth and the time zones were tricky to get a phone call in, so you did most of your talking to him via text message. Which sucked. When he came back on Wednesday, he was exhausted, and Thursday was an awful day for you at the Den, and on Friday he had a few errands to run and then you went out with the boys, so there was no time to quench that one month old thirst.
Hence the state of your legs right now. They’re weak, craving him, and wet in the middle.
Instead of sitting there in frustration, you take a few pictures of yourself and choose the perfect one to send to him. It’s mostly your naked belly, panties peeking at the bottom and a hint of a nipple at the top. First, you send him a little heads-up:
You: 18+ picture incoming
You: Watch your back!
Then you select the picture and choose the temporary message option at the bottom to make sure it won’t stay visible in the chat after he sees it. The message status turns to ‘seen’ almost immediately.
Tom: tease
You: Blep 😛
Tom: its pussy oclock and i’m stuck at brunch 😡😡😡
You: 💦🐈 waiting for 👅
You’re not sure if that sequence of emojis makes total sense, but Tom has seen it and he sends back a cheeky emoticon:
Tom: :D!
He must have understood the message.
Afterwards, every half hour, you send another message: a 💦 emoji after a clock emoji, always showing a different time up to 12—which you interpret as a countdown to zero. He doesn’t respond until after the third message, sending you three middle finger emojis and his favorite exclamation points.
Tom: 🖕🖕🖕 !!!
You stop with the texts and focus on flicking through the photos, paying more attention to detail. In one of the pictures at the pub, Tom has once more his tongue poking out of his mouth, and you send that picture to him.
You: BLEP 😛
You: Blep my pussy as often as you do this mf
He replies a few minutes later.
Tom: is this your idea of sexting
Tom: (its working)
You laugh at his response because how could you not. He gets you.
Later, a while after you’ve put down your laptop and started working on a rich salad for lunch, you have your phone resting on the kitchen island counter when it pings and buzzes once.
Tom: guess who
Shortly after you read it, he sends a selfie. A close-up of his face with his tongue tipping at the corner of his mouth. And a second one of him with his eyes all wide and fully sticking out his tongue. From what little you see of the background, it seems like he’s in the car already.
You want to send something back that follows the mood of your previous conversation with him. Something that will show him how you’re still craving him for more than just a sweet welcome home hug. The loveseat in the corner of the kitchen catches your attention. You sit on it and spread your knees, taking a picture of your thighs with a space large enough for Tom in the middle.
You: There’s an empty spot waiting for you
Tom: 😛😛😛
Tom: actually no
You: WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO
Tom: I MEAN
Tom: 👅👅👅
You: Oh
You: 🤤
Safe to say, it isn’t a salad that you want to have for lunch.
~~
When Tom arrives, he marches up to you with his mouth in a tight line and greets you with an intoxicating kiss, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand grabbing and squeezing a butt cheek. It’s full of tongue and teeth and pure hunger, leaving you breathless in a matter of seconds.
“What’s gotten into you?” you gasp out a question, thumbing at the corner of your mouth to wipe a little spit.
“Nothing,” he says, breathing heavily. “But I’m getting into you.”
You chuckle at him, but have no time to react. He smacks your butt and says, “Get that hot arse upstairs, young lady. Gonna blep that pussy so hard you’ll pass the fuck out.”
“Uh, excuse me?”
The Harries are right behind him. Not even you had seen them. Tom apologizes, but dismisses them with a gesture of his shoulder, adding, “We’ll see you at dinner.” And as he pushes you past the living room and up the stairs, your bottom lip doesn’t leave its spot between the two rows of your teeth.
You expected this, after being interrupted last night and not getting it off your mind this morning, but you didn’t think he would be this raw with you. Or with them. Nevertheless, you follow the touch on the small on your back and trek all the way to the bedroom, with the ghost of Tom’s breath hot on the nape of your neck.
“You look so pretty today, baby,” he whispers into your ear once you cross the invisible border between the hallway and the bedroom. Kicking the door closed, he grabs your hand and twirls you on your feet a couple of times, stepping forward and stopping you mid-turn so you’ll crash against his chest. “Couldn’t stop thinking about this morning the whole time.”
“How come?” you tease, wrapping both arms around his neck.
“Can’t believe that stupid alarm went off when you were about to sit on my dick,” he grunts into a peck.
“Guess we need better time management skills,” you say to him, collecting his soft, smiling lips into a proper kiss.
It lasts less than a few seconds. Tom pulls away with a smack and says, “Now. Where’d you take that picture?” You blink at him, unsure which one he means. “The one with the legs. ‘Cause I fucking loved it and I want to claim the spot you saved for me.”
You hum into his mouth, then say, “Sadly that was downstairs, so—”
“Okay, that’s out of the question.”
“The Harries would kill you.” You chuckle, thinking back to his brother and friend, your roommates and friends too, and to how tired they must be of sharing a house with two people like you and Tom. “And me.”
Truth is, you both have caught them in the action as well in the past six or so months. The house is big enough for the six of you, but it’s not a freaking mansion. Not to mention that the walls are thin and the piping in the bathrooms is the same as every other smaller house in the country. Sound travels. Fast. So you and Tom have had your scares, too. It’s not often, but it happens. In the end, it’s tit for tat.
“Yeah, they would, and I’m already on very thin ice.”
“Maybe you should control yourself a little,” you suggest with a giggle.
Tom gasps and smacks your butt jokingly. “Uh, I’m sorry, miss, who climbed on who’s lap this morning?”
“But that’s different,” you remind him. “They weren’t here this morning.”
“And I didn’t think they were there just now,” he groans, rubbing an eye with one hand, the other wrapped around yours now. “Oh, I know just the spot. Here, sit over there.”
You look at where he’s pointing even though you know exactly where he means.
“The window seat?” Tom shrugs like it was so obvious. And okay, knowing him and his exhibitionist ways, it was.
“Do you not want to? We could do—”
“No, no. It’s fine, champ. It’s just a little… narrow, that’s all.”
It’s a 24-inch wide bench, so you can see it working a little, but judging by his haste right now, it could end up in disaster.
“We’ll make it work.”
He makes sure to push the curtains to the side before tapping the cushion where he wants you. It’s right in front of the largest of the three windows surrounding the seat. As you turn on your heels to do sit down, he stops you and keeps you turned to the window, tilting your torso forward a little bit. You look for support on the glass and look behind you at his puzzled expression, sensing the hand on your waist before you actually see it. Tom undoes the button at the front of your shorts, the zipper, then removes them and your underwear at the same time, exposing you to the room. He throws both garments somewhere behind him, but you don’t check where. Then, he needs just a couple of seconds to slide his hand up the inside of your thigh, seeking your wetness between the legs.
“Had a better idea,” he says with a grin, giving your butt a light slap, adding, “Knee on the seat, baby. Lean forward and push those lovely hips backwards, will you, hm? For me?”
With each of his words, his hot hand massages your sex, fingertips resting at the top of your mound when he cups you there. Tom helps you get into position, placing your left knee further apart than you would have and pushing your head until your cheek rests on the glass, ass tipped back in an angle that would require him only to drop to his knees to get a face full of cunt. Which is exactly what he does.
You moan at the very first sight of him down there, at the first press of his tongue in your slit, at the first poke of his nose so close to your needy hole. Hips pushed back, you enjoy the little licks and the little dabs and the really pointy tip of his tongue slithering over every inch where it’s wet. His hands grasp your butt before they move downward and spread your lips apart so he can reach your clit with an acute angle of his neck. He keeps moving up and down, dipping it here, lapping up there, with the tip or the whole pad or even the sides from what you can tell, sucking on your lips or the nub that’s starting to swell up with blood, or even on the patch of skin right under your thigh, which shouldn’t turn you on so much but it does.
When he grasps your hips in his arms and pulls you even closer to his face, his mouth opens over your pussy and he applies an insane amount of suction. Bits of slippery skin sucked into his mouth with a loud wet noise that drives a shiver up your spine and burns in your ears. Your eyes close at the sensation, but then you flutter them open at what you see outside. Downstairs.
Harry is doing something in the garden. All it would take is a glance to the upper floor of the house and he’d get a very explicit view of your face against the glass and the top of your breasts showing through your top. You try to move away, not wanting to expose yourself like that and make things worse between the two brothers, but as you do, your hips flinch back and Tom has his mouth open and his tongue slides straight into your hole.
“Fuck,” you can’t help but moan, calling Tom’s name in a hoarse voice, followed by, “Again. Fuck yeah.” And he does it again and again and again, fucking your little hole that clenches around his tongue when it slips inside. It’s so good, and it shouldn’t be because it’s so thin and small compared to what you usually have up in there.
Tom drives forward with his shoulders and your body slams against the window. So much for not wanting to expose yourself. Your mouth fogs the window and your nipples chafe on the back cushion despite the fabric, knee sliding in the seat and spreading you open even more. You ride his tongue just like that, letting out desperate tiny ‘oh oh oh’s through your open, panting mouth.
You’re getting so fucking close by now, your insides churning with it, but you must say something or make some kind of noise that Tom recognizes because he pulls back and smacks your ass hard.
“Not so fast, young lady,” he says, slapping your cunt right after. The force of it jolts through you at lightning speed.
“Uhh, Tom,” you whine and try to press back into him, but he’s already gone.
He’s up on his feet and grabs you by the hair. You think he’s going to pull backward, towards him, but instead he presses your face against the glass and licks a straight line from your jaw all the way up to your temple.
“What were you looking at, darling?” he asks in a murmur, biting into your ear lobe.
“Nothing,” you say, flicking your eyes to the garden and finding both Harries out there now.
“It’s never nothing with you, uh,” he taunts, his face really close to yours, eyes also seeing what you saw just now. “Fucking Harries, y’know? I mean, I love those dudes, I do, but sometimes I really wish we had kept the other flat.” You moan at the thought. Unspeakable things would happen if you and Tom were to live by yourselves, you just know it. “Would you have liked that, baby girl? Just me and you, getting naked everywhere, as loud as you fucking want.”
You try to respond, but your cheek is too tight on the glass and your throat is too tight from his previous ministrations, so all that comes out is a garbled, “Nghhhhh.” It means absolutely nothing at all and everything at the same time.
“We’d have so much sex on that bloody balcony,” he moans. “You know that, right?”
There’s no denying that the balcony sex was pretty hot, and that you have rarely said no to anything he suggested in bed. It’s safe to say you would have sex out there every other day if that’s what he wanted. You truly just can’t resist him and that’s the truth.
“Alright, enough of scaring those two to death,” he says, letting go of your hair and dropping a sweet kiss on your cheek. When you look through the window, the Harries are nowhere to be seen. You can only hope they didn’t look up.
Tom moves first next, helping you straighten back on your feet. Your legs aren’t too wobbly, so you let go of his hand right after with a faint thanks and a quick peck on the lips. He disappears to the left, and the next time you see him, he’s lying down on the window seat, his eyes on you and his bare feet climbing up the seat next to your legs.
There isn’t a lot of room for him. It’s barely enough for a person to sit up straight, really, but he looks so small lying there on his back, though one of his shoulders isn’t supported by the bench at all. He’s become so massive that it makes sense that he doesn’t fit, but somehow he does make it work. Just like he said he would.
“C’mere,” he asks, patting his chest. “Come sit on my face, darling.”
“Can’t say no to that,” you giggle, unwary of the risks. Of course you won’t fit with your knees around his head, his neck and shoulders take up too much space, so you prop your foot on the bench the best you can and the other stays on the floor. You’re a little slanted to the side, but Tom has both hands on your ass and pulls you onto his mouth before you can make sure the position is right.
Everything is misaligned down there, and he ends up kissing the cleft of your ass instead. Tugging you to one side and then even closer, Tom lifts his neck and gives you a long lick from top to bottom. Your hips hesitate and press down on him to find an open mouth awaiting. He manages to suck on your lips and on your clit a little, but he can’t make his arms work to keep you spread open, and you need both hands to balance your weight on top of him. You can see what’s going to happen mere seconds before it does.
“Fucking— fuck,” he curses and tugs on your ass again. As if that would be a good idea.
You topple over him and collapse with your face on his groin, his cock almost poking your eye if you didn’t swerve to the side, your legs give out and you hit your ankles on a piece of wood and his hands don’t provide support enough. So you end up rolling off of him, and he rolls off of the seat, and you both drop to the floor with muffled painful cries.
“Fuck.” You half sigh, half giggle.
“Fuck indeed,” Tom fully laughs, hiding his face in his hands. “Moving on. This is part of it, isn’t it?”
“Sure,” you say, still giggling, accepting his hand so you’ll both get up on your feet. Tom guides you back onto the seat, sitting your butt on it this time and keeping your legs apart with both hands on your knees.
“There we go,” he says, kneeling in between them.
“Now that’s your spot.”
“Exactly. What the fuck was I thinking?” Tom giggles, placing a small kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Let’s go back to business.”
The moment Tom leans forward and grabs your hips to dive back into kissing your pussy, you immediately regret his choice. You’re fully seated and you won’t fall from here, probably, you think, and he’s on the floor which is fine, but the bench is too low for what he’s trying to achieve. At least with a torso as large as his right now.
Somehow, he manages to slip his shoulders under your thighs and he gets a little lick on your clit, but then he pulls back and sighs. “This isn’t what I expected, it’s too—”
“Low,” you complete the sentence for him.
“Yeah.” He sighs, caressing your thighs as he looks around. “You can’t move any further on this thing, can you?”
“Nope, I’m right at the edge. Maybe we should—” You want to suggest the bed since you both know that will be a secure place for what he’s planning to do, but he shushes you before you can speak.
“We can make this work,” he insists. “Hang on. Put this foot up— No, no, no, wait. I got it. Lie back.”
He proceeds to place you where he envisions it will be a decent spot. You lie down on the seat with your left side pressed against the pillows on the back, your left foot on it with your knee propped up. The other leg is still stretched in the cushion beneath you, but then he moves it upward and to the right, spreading you open. He’s still kneeling on the floor and slips his head underneath your right knee, so you sort of lay your thigh over his shoulders. You must look ridiculous from a distance, but the determined gaze in Tom’s eyes keeps that embarrassing thought at bay.
“This is so not gonna work…” you trail off. There’s no way you’re not putting too much weight on him, but if you lift your leg from where it’s resting on him, you will be all tense and you’ll feel nothing.
“Of course it will work,” he says with a kiss on the bottom of your belly. “Alright, here we go.”
His face is lined up with your middle but sideways, so when he sticks a thumb into you and sucks on your clit, it’s different but good and just as intense as before, and you let yourself enjoy it. You’re somewhat comfortable and he seems okay as well. The laps of his tongue and the fingertip he keeps buried at your entrance help you forget everything, first quietly, but soon bucking your hips up to meet him halfway.
At one point, you have to shift your back because there’s something weird pressed at the bottom, probably one of the pillows you forgot to remove, which means you move your leg to the side and your knee knocks against Tom’s head.
“No violence please,” he giggles into your cunt, angling his head in such a way that his tongue licks at the top of your hole while he slips a long finger in and out of you. He pumps it repeatedly for a little while, and at a particularly sharp brush on your spot, with his nose nudging your clit, the pressure builds inside you, your back arches, and your mouth fills with a moan.
There’s a little pleasure and a little pain, the odd position keeping things new and innovative. It’s not a traditional approach, Tom’s nose rubbing from side to side on your clit as he fucks into your hole, and it’s really good after you figure out how to distribute your weight and how to control your hips and your legs to avoid suffocating him. And once you get the hang of it, Tom and his miracle mouth get you really close to an orgasm, head spinning from it.
It’s when you try to grab his hair to press him against your core that things get a little complicated. Your hips lift up, your legs squeeze together around his neck, and Tom tugs on the right one to stay in position. And that’s the movement that gets you rolling to the floor again, as you crumble down onto your ass and with your legs still tight around his neck.
“What did I fucking say?” you yelp, rubbing the back of your thigh where it hurts a little from the fall.
“Sorry…” Tom sits up with his side against the window seat, rubbing his neck with a faint ‘ow’. And then he bursts out laughing.
“You…” you grunt, sitting up to rest your back against the bench. If you kick him in the process, it’s by accident but deserved.
“Okay, that fucking sucked,” he says through a few more laughs, getting up on his feet with a couple of groans as his legs refuse to stretch on the way. “C’mon, let’s regroup.”
“Are you kidding me?” you almost yelp, but accept his hand just the same.
When you get up on your feet, he says, “You asked me to blep your motherfucking pussy, y/n. It’s what I’m trying to do.”
“Ugh, no,” you scoff. “I mean, yes, I said that, but like, regular oral sex is awesome too. The bed would’ve been fine for that.”
Tom laughs at you again, smacking your butt and squeezing you there. You give him a side look, squinting eyes and pursed lips, the whole ordeal.
“C’monnn, baby,” he says with his lips puckered as if he’s about to lean into a kiss. You refuse him so, and he pecks your cheek instead. “What would be of us if it weren’t for this kind of fun stuff in the bedroom? It keeps things interesting.”
“Sure it does. It’s not your pretty ass on the fucking floor.”
“Hey,” he calls for you and holds you under the jaw, squeezing. “I’ve fallen plenty of times on my arse. Remember the wellies?”
You chuckle at the memory, one of so many moments where a minor slip-up could have ended up in a really big problem. You’ll never forget that day. Inevitably, with the amount of fluids the both of you produce during sex, things down there started slapping way too loud and he had the brilliant idea to say, “Maybe I should have brought my wellies.” Enough said, you laughed at his comment and shoved him to the side until you were on top, but he was just as cheeky and rolled you both over again until you were on your back, except his leg slipped off the mattress and he hit the floor and almost dislocated his shoulder. If you remember correctly, he was in pain for a couple of days after that.
“Yes, I remember the wellies,” you say with an eye-roll.
“Hell, one time you whacked me across the face with my belt.”
“Because you wanted me to use it like a whip!” you say, laughing into your hand at the memory. Tom doesn’t think it’s that funny. “All right, fine,” you add, refocusing on his pouty lips and kissing them back to normal. “But I’m getting on that bed right now.”
“Be my guest…”
As you do, standing by the foot of the bed with your hands on the mattress, ready to climb on it, Tom’s face suddenly appears between your legs.
“Hi.”
He’s sitting on the floor, though you have no idea how he got there so fast, with his back to the bed and his face to your middle.
“Nuh huh, I’m getting on this bed,” you warn him, ignoring his puppy dog eyes and his delightful grin.
“I don’t think you are, darlin’,” he threatens, leaving little kisses on your sex with each word.
You roll your eyes in response, but that’s all you can really do. After calling you ‘darling,’ Tom covers your hot nub with his mouth and starts to suck hard. Your head tilts forward between your shoulders from the immediate pleasure.
He holds your hips with both arms around your thighs and with his eyes on yours, he teases, “Tell me you don’t want me right here, my whole face shoved up your cunt. C’mon, say it…”
“Fuck you,” it’s what you say, bringing a hand to the back of his head and darting your hips forward until his awaiting mouth wraps around your whole pussy all at once.
His eyes are on you when he kisses your mound, sparkling while his hand caresses your inner thigh. You’re wet and his lips are hot, creating an incredible sense of fire straight to your nipples. They're really fucking hard and poke out of your top so much, you have to use a hand to soothe them. In the end, you stay there cradling your breast as the tip of his tongue teases between your folds, collecting beads of pre-cum where it’s been pooling up since this morning.
“Best bloody taste in the whole damn world,” he mutters before his teeth tug softly on your nether lips.
You’re about to say he’s too cheeky, but he dives tongue-first into your pussy. Nose brushing your clit in every direction it goes, sucking on the skin first, then scissoring it open with the help of two fingers to expose you to his hot breath. He looks at it for a second and sucks the little nub into his mouth, lightly using his teeth around it too. You hiss but moan at the same time, the mix of pain and pleasure absolutely divine, feeling your fluids trickle down to Tom’s chin.
Pulling away for a moany breath, Tom licks you a few more times, thumb grazing your clit alongside his nose. You’re throbbing down there, the idea of the bed forgotten by now, hips tipped downward to seek all the friction you can find. Tom splays his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh, to keep you in place as he drops kiss by kiss across your folds, up your mound, down to your legs, one at a time.
Without warning, his hand finds your hole and you push down onto it. Riding his fingers while he watches your face, but your eyes close at the sudden press against your spot.
“Fuck, Tom,” you whine, rolling your hips around and downward and in every direction that plunges his fingers further into you.
“You getting close, huh, pretty thing?” he chimes in a teasing tone, the smirk obvious against your so sensitive skin.
You grab his head and push him closer, knocking your clit against his nose by accident, but with a swift tilt of his head, he’s got two fingers stroking your spot and his lips around your swollen nub. Sucking and applying pressure, drawing pants from your chest, shivers up your spine, fluids out through every pore.
“Fuck,” he says at some point, pulling away. His breath scorching on your skin. “You’re dripping all over my shirt, baby.”
“Tom, I’m gonna come,” you warn him, fisting at the curve of his head. Your legs keep him hostage as his mouth suckles your clit and your folds and everywhere. His fingers deep in your cunt, in and out at a restless pace.
“Fuck, fuck,” you whine and almost shout, pushing your legs together. His hair is soft and tantalizing on your skin, searing everywhere like kindle. Your nails carved into his scalp. His fingers at the right spot, massaging it inside so fast you’re a bomb about to explode. Your clit is stuck between his lips as he sucks and licks and pulls until all you see is a bright light behind your eyes.
Your legs give out and you totally knock into his teeth, but Tom never stops. He sucks your orgasm out of you, fingering you to help ride it out. When your thighs stop shaking, you let go of his head because you’re about to collapse, pushing both hands on the mattress and looking down through hooded lids.
Watching as he licks your clit a couple of times, toying it with the very tip of his tongue. Teasing it downward to your hole. Circling around it, around his fingers, collecting drops of fluid where he finds them. He hums into your pussy, vibrations reverberating everywhere, all the way to your toes and traveling straight to your brain until your vision is restored.
When you can see again, you can’t stop the gasps and little moans that fall from your throat. Tom remains sitting between your legs, watching as you’re surely still clenching around him and dripping profusely.
One last peck to your clit, his eyes find yours and you can tell he’s smirking. From the glint in them, and from the shape of his jaw against your cunt. You know it so well by now, you can tell when he opens and closes his mouth around your folds, pulling on them between his lips to tease because that’s what he does best.
Then he dips his fingers inside and pulls out, over and over again, making you tremble with oversensitivity. Yet you seek nothing but his touch, hands curled around the bedding, feet adjusting on the ground because the soles are sweating so much.
“Tom,” you pant, knees almost buckling.
“I got you,” he says, his eyes on you just to test your reaction, you know this much, but there isn't much you can do. Not after such a fucking great orgasm.
You love coming on his mouth. He’s skilled and attentive, pressing in all the spots where you inadvertently lead him to. Applying pressure and letting go in perfect timing, keeping you at bay or stimulated just right. Fuck, he’s so goddamn good. Your legs are still trembling with it when he places a final kiss and emerges from where he’s sitting.
Tom pushes up between your body and the bed, and you move away so he will fit. Hands tight on his shoulders so you won’t collapse. Covering his mouth with yours when he’s close enough. Your arousal tastes delicious mixed with the spearmint that’s all him, spread all over the softness of his lips and on the tip of his tongue that you claim into your mouth.
It’s when you press closer to him that you notice how hard he is in his jeans. They’re unbuttoned like he needed to relieve the pressure at one point. His cock fills the v of his crotch completely, reacting with a twitch when you nudge a fingertip on the head.
“Want me to help you with this, baby?” you mumble into his mouth where he collects yours into a short kiss.
He nods into it, as expected, so you grab the hem of his briefs with both hands and tug them down until his cock springs out for attention. It’s leaking, red at the tip, and very, very stiff, twitching harder when you grasp a hand around the shaft. Tom moans as you start to pump immediately, feeling the flow of his blood in your palm. He probably won’t last long, so you waste no time. You sit him on the bed and lean over him, your breasts peeking out of your top at the level of his eyes, with your hand jacking him off at a fast speed.
It takes only a few pumps before he’s begging you to stop.
“Wait, wait, get the camera,” he says within a moan. You obey without a question. Grabbing the camera from where it’s propped on the windowsill next to your laptop, and disconnecting it from the cable. It’s turned on and ready to fire by the time you get to the bed.
“Where do you want me?”
“Oh, uhhhh…” he trails off, thinking about it, one hand squeezing his cock so it won’t end the party before it’s truly over. “Oh, I know. Sit on the edge of the bed and lie back?”
“Mhmm. I see where this is going,” you say, practically foaming at the mouth at the thought of him releasing his explosion of cum all over and around you.
Following his instructions, you sit on the edge of the mattress and lie back, the camera propped just under your breasts and pointed at his middle. He’s standing in front of you, between your spread legs, and you need only a minimal adjustment of the lens until it’s perfectly centered on his leaking, neglected dick.
“Photos or video?”
“Video,” he says, grabbing a hold of himself and starting to pump. “We can, fuck— we can screenshot it later. Fuck, ‘m not gonna last at all.”
His fist jacks his cock expertly, twisting and pumping and thumbing at the head in regular intervals, and his hips keep jabbing forward as his moans start to garble in his throat. You send him little incentives to help him release, but it takes less than a minute before he’s all curled in on himself. Gasping and making these small noises like he can’t hold them back. His hand grasps your thigh and props it up, with your foot on the mattress. You reach out for his hand there, squeezing it under yours, and watch him surrender, so giving and pretty.
At the raise in tension in the air, you sit up and hold your weight on your elbows, watching him closely.
“Tell me,” you say, licking your lips at the beautiful sight of Tom thrusting his cock into his hand rather than the opposite. “Tell me when you’re there, okay? Wanna record this from a different angle.”
Right now, you have the camera pointed at his face, zoomed out enough that you can see the shift of his muscles under the tight shirt and the clench of his jaw from his wide open mouth.
“Please— fuck—” he moans and curses all around you, leaning his head forward until he meets your forehead. You’re both sweaty from the effort, but you let him be and angle the camera downward so you have a full view of his cock where it’s pressed just under your clit. His dick is swollen and just on the verge of busting out. You focus on the little screen to make sure it’s centered on the right spot.
It is, so you glance back at him and lick your lips at the sight of his tongue peeking at the corner of his mouth now, before he draws it back inside to moan really fucking loud and bend over you again. One, two, three strokes of his fist and he spritzes all over you, jerking back and forward on his little legs, his upper body shaking. His hand never stops moving on his cock as it spills mostly on your mound. Some of it gets on his clothes and your legs and his face, on your mouth a little too, a few drops hitting the lens making it blurry and wet.
As for Tom, he looks like his brain has sparked out, hips jerking forward a few more times before his body slumps and falls on the bed next to you. You smile at his satiated expression and film everything that you can. The cum between your legs, his spent dick still clutched in his fist, the up and down heave of his chest and that gorgeous fucking smile on his face when the camera catches his eye.
“You got everything?”
You nod. “Mhmm, you’re gonna love this one.”
Tom lies there on the bed with his arms spread open, clothes still on except around his crotch, a hand caressing your naked bum where it’s dipping down the mattress. You don’t move otherwise, clicking the button to stop the recording and putting the camera down in the middle of the bed.
With a single glance at your middle, you can tell that Tom got most of his cum on you this time. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of damage in your surroundings today. That’s awesome. It’s what he wanted to do and despite the odds being against it from his history of exploding cum all over the freaking place, he’s managed to coat your pussy in the majority of it.
You want to take a picture of it, want to see how it really looks from his point of view, but you don’t dare grab the camera again. Instead, you place a hand on his belly and ask, “You all right?”
“Fucking brilliant.” He grins wide. His breathing has slowed down by now, cock deflating on his lap, and he tucks himself into his briefs before he sits up next to you.
He smiles and kisses your mouth and says, “Look at you, not a single drop of cum on your face. What a day.”
You laugh at him, but show him an approving smile. “I got a little on my mouth, but I licked it clean. Other than that, most of it is right… there,” you say, pointing at your crotch.
“Oh I know,” he says sprightly, getting up from the bed next. “Let me take a picture of this, I bet it’s fucking gorgeous.”
With a giggle because you’d just had the same thought, you hand him over the camera and wait for him to take a couple of pictures. He insists on taking a few of you in different poses, all of them with your legs open and his seed proudly sitting in between, but after a while you tell him to stop so you can clean up.
“Oh no no no,” he says immediately, setting the camera back on the bed without turning it off. “I’m going to take care of that.”
“Oh really?” you ask, but it’s to no avail because he’s already kneeling between your legs and holding them apart by your thighs.
“I’m calling it, it’s Pussy Lickin’ Weekend, baby.”
You fetch the camera again, beaming at the wonderful idea he’s just had.
He grins at you when you point the lens at him, but wastes no more time to reach out and get it done. Your thumb presses record right as he starts to tease you in all the places where it tingles, even though you believe you won’t have much of a response. Nonetheless, Tom still has a broad smirk on his face as he licks you clean with his twinkling eyes on yours. You caress his hair in return and focus, breathing calmly through the bliss that is his smooth touch.
“‘ove this pussy,” he mumbles against your still hot and very wet skin. You tilt your head at him, laying back on your elbows and propping both feet on the bed so he’ll have more access. His face still centered in the image on the little screen of the camera. “It’s so pretty,” he keeps saying, with tiny licks between his words. “And juicy. Mmm, delicious. Finger-licking good.” At this word, he wiggles his eyebrows from where he’s looking at you and pretends to lick his thumb, pressing it into your hole right after.
“Stop…”
“I’m not going to, don’t worry,” he tranquilizes you. “Wish you could taste this, though.” Before you can stop him, he presses the pad of his tongue against your clit and hums into it. The sensation travels across your body and up to your head way faster than you expected it to.
He pulls away completely after that, however. Taking the camera off your hands and turning it off, he says, “C’mon, let’s get into the shower. Then I want to check if you’d be any good at directing porn.”
You chuckle and place your hand on the one he offers to you, palm up. Your fingers enlace almost immediately with his.
~~
After a much deserved though quick shower, you run downstairs because you’re starving. For food, this time. Your sexual hunger is satisfied for now at least. That was a good one. Like, really good. Despite the accidents and the hysterical laughter, Tom makes a pretty amazing lover and you can’t believe how lucky you were to have fallen for him. It took a while, and it was really freaking complicated, but things worked out for the best. Six months into a proper relationship —because unlike Tom, you do not count the time you spent fooling around with him and fooling yourself— and no sign of regret just yet.
The rest of the boys don’t seem to be home when you get your salad from the fridge, chilling outside on the porch under the warm London sun. With sunglasses on, feet propped up on the sunbed too, you dive into the colorful bowl in your hands.
It’s empty as is the bottle of water on the floor by the time Tom comes find you out here. He’s now in a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose t-shirt, making you feel underdressed in short shorts and a tank top.
“Oh, hey, there you are, look at this,” he says all excited, crouching by the sunbed and practically shoving the camera in your face. You slide your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose and look at the screen. He’s showing you a portion of the video you recorded earlier in the bedroom, a clear up-close shot of his dick covering your skin with white liquid of bliss. “Look how beautiful it is.”
“Uh, no?” you say with a giggle, putting the sunglasses back on your face. “I would make a darn good porn director, I guess, but that’s all.”
“What? C’mon…” he trails off, and from the sound of it, he’s replaying the same section of the video. Perhaps he cut it somehow— no, that can’t be it. He’s not that tech savvy with this new camera yet, you think. “I mean, I’m going to delete it, but fuck me I could watch this every day, I swear. Look at the curve of your—”
“You don’t have to delete it,” you tell him in a calm tone. He looks at you surprised, but you don’t get why. After all, you were the one who wanted to start filming yourselves in bed. Close-ups like this are a little strange because you can see everything good but also every flaw, but technically they are better because there’s no risk of identifying either of you.
“Right,” he chuckles, looking down at the screen and rewatching it again. “If only. You know if I keep this, someone else will see it. It’s my curse. Me and tech, yeah, we no match.”
“I guess, but still. I could save it for you.” You smile genuinely. His whole face lights up at the thought. “For a rainy day.”
“For a rainy day.” He hums as though he’s considering it.
“Yeah. Like,” you sniffle dryly. “I don’t think I ever told this, but I have my own rainy day folder. Personal, private, encrypted, everything you could ask for, so.”
“Really?” he chuckles. “Pics of me?”
“No. Michael B. Jordan and your mate Chris Evans, of course.”
“Right.” He chuckles. “Of course.” When you roll your eyes in response, his grin lights up his face. He’s too damn smug for his own good sometimes. “Anyway. I could actually keep this?”
“Absolutely. As long as that disk never leaves the house,” Tom ‘mhmm’s as he listens to your instructions, “and you don’t accidentally use it for something else, we’re fine.”
“That’s brilliant!” He grins so fucking wide, the sun reflects indirectly on his teeth. You laugh at his childish enthusiasm, leaning backwards when he presses a kiss onto your mouth until you’re lying down on the sunbed. “Thank you, thank you, thankyou…” he says on repeat.
“You’re welcome. Now get off me before you get any ideas.”
“Oh, darlin’,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Oh boy. You’re screwed. “Ideas have already been had. Did you see the note on the fridge?”
“Mhmm��”
The fridge in the kitchen includes a white board with a couple of markers of different colors and tons of magnetic emojis that every occupant of the house uses for notes and reminders and other shenanigans. It’s easily spotted because it’s big and colorful, and it’s right there when you enter the kitchen. So it was very hard to miss when you came downstairs earlier. The note was signed HH and included a row of disgusted-looking emojis and a very clear message in capital letters.
😒🤬🤢🤮😷
BE DECENT BY 7 YOU PIGS!!! we’ll bring dinner
“Do you think they saw us?”
“On the window?” You nod in response to his question. “Nah, I mean, why would they? They knew we were up there, they heard what I said before we went upstairs. They would have to be very dumb to even dare to look at the upper floor windows.”
You giggle, of course. He makes a very solid point. “I suppose you’re right. Can I interest you in some food, putting on some music and enjoying the rare London sun while we’re out here?”
It takes a while before Tom and you agree on the details, but eventually you both lie down in a couple of the sunbeds on the back porch, one of your phones blasting soft music into the air as he holds a new script he has to analyze for work and you, a book. You thought you could get the laptop down here and do a little research for your channel, but screw it. You have enough material for your next three weeks of posts, so you can lay back and chill. In the actual sense of the word. Not the ‘other’ kind. All in all, it’s a peaceful afternoon.
At least until Tom huffs out loud and throws the script onto the floor, saying, “Uff. This is rubbish. Wanna fuck?”
You give him a look over the rim of your sunglasses. “You’re freaking nuts.”
“Why not?!” he whines, sitting on the edge of the sunbed, turned to you. He uses big gestures for no reason as he adds, “Listen, I’m here. You’re there—looking positively fuckable in those shorts by the way—”
“You say that about pretty much every piece of clothing I wear—”
“Because I’m a good boyfriend!” he argues. You don’t disagree with the logic, but you do a bit with the method and the reasoning, so you roll your eyes and continue pretending you’re reading your book and not listening to whatever he’s going to say next. “The boys are gone and we don’t know when they’ll be back—”
“They said seven.”
“So that gives us… an hour to do this. I always wanted to try this…”
When you glance at him, he’s looking out into the green ahead of you. “Nuh huh, not the garden.”
“But it’s perfect! And,” he pauses, clearing his throat, waiting until you drop your book open on your lap with both hands holding each side of it to continue. “Who knows when all of them will be gone again, not to mention that I’m leaving again. Next week. For another three weeks, baby.”
There’s a pause, and you can tell its only purpose is to add a dramatic tone to when he says, “Three. Weeks. Without me again. Oh, and of course— how could I fucking forget— it’s Pussy Lickin’ Weekend, baby. So let me lick your bloody gorgeous pussy, will ya?”
“All right, fine. You, um, you make a fine point there. About you leaving. This last month was un-bear-able,” you say with a huff. You sit up as well, a finger marking the page you were reading. “Okay. I’m in.” His grin grows impossibly wider. “What were you thinking? That big rock by the shed…?”
You take a look at the garden and that rock has always puzzled you. It sort of looks like a seat of some kind, but you figure it was accidental more than anything because of the way it was put up out there on the grass. Tom confirms it was a happy coincidence.
“As soon as I saw it though, mmmm,” he hums with his lip between his teeth. “As soon as I saw it, I knew I’d have to spread you open on it one day. Might as well be today.”
“Might as well be right now,” you agree with a sly smirk. Tom gets up immediately, making you struggle for the book so you can use your marker to know where you stopped later. He’s too antsy, though, and too handsy, nothing to complain about, but he does end up tickling you and you threaten him, “Oy! You tickle, the clothes stay on.”
He grins at you and says, “I can work with that.”
When he tries to grab your butt or your shorts or something in that area, you flinch to the side and escape his touch, saying, “I’ll get one of the big towels from the bathroom. You go over there and get in position.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
It takes you a while to find a decent towel to drape over the rock. All the towels are pretty new which would be a waste, but you’re ninety percent sure that there are still quite a few that you brought from the flat. You find them right at the back of the cupboard, fetching one with a strong pull of your arm.
As you return outside, Tom seems to be waiting out there in the garden. Shirtless, now, the top button of his shorts undone.
“You started without me, I can tell.”
“Not really,” he shrugs, grabbing one of your hands and pulling you into him. “Just don’t want to have to think about it while we’re, y’know. Getting frisky, and things get a little tight down there.”
You kiss his pliant mouth and melt into his arms, either from the warm sun or simply from the hot touch of his palms under your top. The sizzle on your skin, burning your nipples when he cradles both of your breasts, kneading them for a little while as his tongue descends deep into your mouth.
You’re now both standing by the big rock he was talking about. He has mentioned it before, this was a debate you’ve already had out of curiosity during a to fuck or not to fuck sort of game as you discussed which parts of the house would be off limits. You just never thought you’d end up here, mostly because there’s always someone else in the house. Must be his lucky day, then. No one’s home and you’re both in the mood to fuck.
This is going to be quite ridiculous again and a totally impossible position because the rock isn’t leveled. It does look like a chair when you look in a certain angle, but from up close the ‘seat’ is all tilted and you fear you might just topple over if you sit over there and your reflexes are too busy with sex to follow through and keep you up. You just know someone’s back is going to get fucked in a bad way if you have sex on it, probably yours because riding Tom on this block of stone would be a hazard; you’d have to lean forward way too much and that would make it impossible to move over his lap. Although if you suggest it to him, you’re positive he’ll be more than glad to try. He’s the one who always says that laughter is sexy. You agree, it is, especially his —his eyes get all crinkly and you swear you fall in love with him a bit more every time you notice them—, but you don’t mind the uneventful, quiet sex you sometimes have up there in your room.
Nevertheless, Tom looks so giddy about this as he peels off your shorts and your knickers with hands that are shaking in his excitement. The music is still playing in the background, and he’s swaying his hips to the beat, humming the lyrics to himself, his tongue peeking at the corner again. It’s adorable and sexy and he’s beautiful all over, still glowing from this morning’s shenanigans and from the hours in the sun. His skin all soft and smelling good, his muscles on display on his torso, so yeah, of course you wouldn’t say no to this. He’s still very much irresistible. The months of your relationship and the quirks and habits you both picked up since turning official haven’t changed a single thing.
He starts by crouching in front of you to kiss your thighs, one then the other, then the inside of them, slowly making his way up in between them. You’re not in the right mood yet, but all it takes is a few tweaks of his fingers, a couple of licks, and your brain swoons, your gut churns, your legs squeeze at the way he caresses every inch of you like you were made to be blessed by his touch and nobody else’s.
Soon after he crawls back up to your chest, sucks on a nipple through your top, tugging at the fabric until your whole breast pops out. The way he licks the hardening bud is impressive, forcing you to close your eyes and cradle the back of his head, nuzzling his face into your warm skin until he starts sucking and you get a little wet from the obscene laps of his tongue. Tom gives it a tentative bite, not hurting at all, more like grazing his teeth around the areola.
“So hot,” you tell him with a hiss, sucking on your bottom lip. Tom’s mouth pops out with a smack and he gazes up with his warm little eyes glistening from the daylight and his overall glee.
“Can I remove this too?” he asks politely, tugging on the fabric. For a second, you consider it and slowly pluck your other breast out of your top. It stays there all rolled up under your chest, but it feels too exposing. Too vulnerable. Especially because he won’t be removing any more clothes.
His gaze is transfixed by the sight of your boobs as he cradles them both, leaning a bit to lick at the nipples, one then the other, repeatedly until you moan. Your back arches into his soft touch. However there’s a shout from someone else’s garden, and the idea of being fully naked is suddenly terrifying, so you cover up again.
Tom nods in understanding. He then drapes kiss after kiss on his way to your mouth, raising goosebumps in his wake. Before he kisses you, even though your head tilts forward seeking his lips, he plucks the towel from your hands and sets it over the rock, then sits you on it and kneels in front of you, holding your knees together for now. He asks, “Mouth only or with fingers?”
You hum into his soft ways and say, “Mmm, mouth only.”
He widens his eyes at you. “Surprised you don’t want my fingers.”
“Maybe the next weekend you stay home we can host yet another fingering marathon,” you suggest, spreading your legs open so he’ll fit in between. He slides closer immediately, tongue prying your mouth open as his hands lift your thighs up to rest them on his shoulders.
“You good?” he asks with his eyes on you, then flicking them downward to your center.
“Will you just eat it already?”
Tom doesn’t answer anymore. He gives you kitten licks on your thighs, fingers dribbling in the same spots right after where your skin is all tingly and sensitive after his touch. Holding your thighs against the sides of his head, he kisses your navel, your lower belly, your mound and that spot right over your clit, leaving you shivering from the closeness. His hands never leave your legs as he kisses and dabs and sucks on your lips and clit and everywhere around, not only getting you wet, but making you moan his name in the middle of the garden like this.
It’s like your body switches on whenever he touches you, that’s not unusual, but it’s strange when there isn’t the comfort of walls or a bed or the fact that you should be able to see his face, but you can’t. You can’t because your legs are in the way, and your hands are the only thing holding you upright on this motherfucking rock that did not seem this rounded and slippery every time you studied it and considered this very moment from the porch.
“Fuck, more tongue,” you ask of Tom, and he seems to nod and give it to you. Only the tip at first, but soon he laps at your slit and presses the whole pad of his tongue into you and something clicks in your brain.
All the muscles in your thighs are tight, sweaty where his shoulders are pressed on the underside to keep you in place. His head swings back and forth, from side to side, in every fucking direction, darting shots of pleasure with it. When you look down to try and see something, you get a glimpse of Tom’s lips wrapping around your clit, and when the suction starts getting stronger and stronger, you take a deep breath and hold it in, your head tilted all the way back, neck dampening with sweat.
There’s a nip of his teeth right on your clit, and another on your swollen lips, Tom smoothing the two spots with a wet lick from the top down, thrusting into your hole next. You feel it everywhere, from the crook of your knees to your brain that’s swimming around in bliss, and you choke on your own spit as he fucks in and out of you with deliberate jabs of his tongue. Your pussy clenches around him, and your hands squeeze around the towel, nails nearly breaking on the hard rock beneath you, and you totally swear at him and curse him for being so damn fucking good. “Oh, fuck, yes, that, there, more, fuck fuck fuck.”
Your hips buck up against your will and you can tell your butt slides down at least a few inches, but Tom catches you with his strong hands and his massive shoulders, and he holds up your weight like a fucking champion as you shake and lose track of time and location, only thinking of the sparks of pleasure shooting off of your cunt and setting your body alight like a lightning storm.
It pulses through you, the further Tom sticks his tongue inside you the stronger it gets, and then his hands— fuck, his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs and he presses his whole face against your core, slurping up your wetness and sucking on your lips and wherever else he can reach, you can’t even name all the body parts you have down there. Your stomach coils around the feeling, legs starting to shake in his grasp, and your high rolls through your entire fucking body in these waves that are completely different from when you come from his fingers.
“Please don’t fucking stop, that’s so gooood,” you whine and moan and cry, trying your best not to fall off the rock when you move a hand to yank his hair and pull his face further against where he’s rubbing it on you and slathering it with all your cum.
Tom pushes up with his shoulders and dives right back in, using more of his nose than his tongue, but it’s still so intense and good and you want this feeling to last forever. Your hand slips and you can’t move the other fast enough from his head, but thankfully you only end up lying back on the hard surface. Your back all curled backwards in an impossible angle, your legs the only muscles keeping you upright as the blood rushes to your head where it’s hanging off the side of the rock.
You think this is it, you’re about to drop to the floor yet again, but Tom seems to catch you just in time. He gasps away from your core and expertly twists you where you’re laying, so you end up on your front on the rock. There’s just enough room beneath your legs that you can press the knees on the floor and shove your hips back.
Except where you hope to meet Tom’s face, there’s a big nothing.
“Don’t stop now,” you demand or beg or plead. All you know is that your brain is burning for a second round, knees weak from the thought.
“Fuck, sorry,” he says, letting you fist at his hair and press his face against your buttcheek. Then he says, “Was checking— fuck, it’s so close to seven.”
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” you cry around the empty void of discontempt growing in your belly.
Immediately, he buries his face between your cheeks, kneading them tight in his hands, his tongue lapping quickly at the clenched hole. He sucks your skin and down to your clit, the wet noises mixed with your desperate moans and his eager throaty tips of encouragement. Nose nudging at your entrance and making it so unexpectedly good, Tom rubs himself all over your cunt, and you push back and forth riding his face and his tongue. And in less than a minute, you’re shouting and shuddering and coming all over again.
“That’s it, gimme it, baby,” he moans against your sex, biting into your ass before he dives back in and collects every single drop of fluid that drips out of you.
It takes a while to recover from that. A double orgasm with so little time in between is rare, so it’s not a surprise that when Tom helps you get back on your feet, your legs are totally wobbly and he’s got a motherfucking smug grin on his face.
“Came twice, uh?” he goads before he kisses you and shoves the taste of your cunt into your mouth.
“Best weekend ever.”
Tom laughs into the next kiss, gobbling up all of your mouth with a moan as you slip a hand into his briefs. You grasp his cock and he leans into you, his jaw all shiny from your fluids. He’s blocking you from crouching in front of him and takes a look down at his watch instead.
You see it, too. Less than five minutes to seven.
“Fuck,” he curses, ramming his cock into your fist, but hissing and pulling away next. “We can’t fucking do this here.”
“If not here, then when,” you rush to say. A glance over your shoulder shows you that the boys don’t seem to be back at the house yet.
“Tonight, I don’t know, but not now,” he says, grabbing your wrist. He moves it away and tucks himself into his clothes before he picks up your shorts from the floor. You’re already fetching your knickers and putting them on.
“Okay, okay, I got it, but I’m licking you later, then.” You grin, both hands in the air. “No hands.”
Tom chuckles but nods, looking around to check what’s left to do. You have to move fast before you get caught out here in a hot state of undress. Still you grin at Tom as he fetches the towel and balls it up under his arm, grabbing your hand and walking you into the house as naturally as possible.
As you step into the kitchen, Harry comes into the room with a bag in his hands, which he drops on the dining table with an excessively loud noise. “We heard that, too.”
Behind him, Harrison shouts, “We said seven.”
Of course you have to punch Tom’s shoulder when he laughs.
~~
After the comfort of a homely dinner with friends that refuse to look you in the eye, you sit on the couch with the first batch of beers of the night for a short cinema session. Harrison picked the film, a comedy you believe. You sit there holding a bottle and looking at your feet, thinking back to today’s wet adventure. Legs and brain liquified from Tom’s hot words and erotic actions and from that sinfully skillful tongue of his. Speaking of, he sits next to you and grabs a beer for himself, splaying his arm over the back of the couch in that way he has of wrapping it around you without really touching you. You cozy up to him and smile at his domesticity. It is just as infatuating as anything else he does.
Except Harrison kicks his ankle lightly and tells him to move to the end of the couch. Tom rolls his eyes particularly hard when his brother Harry stands in front of you as well.
“You spent the whole day together, fuck knows what—” Harry gulps down his words as though he’s disgusted. “Anyway. We go in the middle, ‘kay?”
“So dramatic…” Tom trails off.
“I’m okay with that,” you say brightly, squeezing your hip against your end of the couch. Tom sends you a peeved look at your answer, but Harrison sits next to you and his annoyance fades from sight.
Sam and Tuwaine join in a little later, having come home in the middle of dinner. They stare at Harrison and you, Sam points at Tom inquisitively but they don’t ask questions. They only laugh at what they’re seeing. You reckon they’ve heard the lewd and totally incorrect version of the facts from the Harries or perhaps only a repulsed Harrison —who by the way, grabbed the green disgusted emoji from the fridge door and pretended to glue it to your forehead, doing the same to Tom with the vomiting emoji. It was a whole skit after dinner, making you laugh and ‘pin’ the huffing emoji to his tank top.
The movie you’re watching happens to have a non-explicit sex scene. You were familiar with this title, so you knew it was coming eventually, and try to sneak a glance at Tom who’s literally on the other end of the couch. His arm is splayed over the back of the couch even though you’re not there, the other one holding a beer that he sips every now and then. Looking over the back of the Harries’ heads, you stretch your own arm and grab his hand, trickling your fingers over the back. Tom catches your eye next and grins around the bottle he’s drinking from, wiggling his eyebrows when you gesture with your head towards the screen where the characters are prepping their own funny perversion on an office desk.
Out of nowhere, the characters’ voices become all distorted and when you check what’s happening, Harry has the remote in his hand and is fast forwarding the scene. “We get enough of this, thanks very much.”
Tom spits his beer all over his shirt and starts cackling at his brother. You’re amused by Harry’s exaggerated act as well, but you make sure to kick Tom’s shin when you pass by him to grab another round from the kitchen. He swats at your ass in return.
~~
After the movie, the boys want to hang out on the back porch. It’s a lovely spring night, not too cold, not too warm, so you bring them a couple of beers each and excuse yourself to the bathroom. The plan is to distract them. There’s a little something you have to do before you join them. You set it in motion as soon as you close the bathroom door, pulling out your phone to text Tom.
You: Downstairs bathroom, tell them you’re making snacks 🍆>😮
You expect him to take a couple of minutes, so you shove your top down to the middle of your belly and lean against the counter, waiting for his knock. There isn’t one. Tom bursts in through the door with his hands unzipping his shorts in a rush.
At the sight of you opening your mouth to speak, he says, “Shut up.”
Obedient, you reel him closer by his t-shirt and immediately sneak a hand into his clothes, grabbing a hold of his cock and rubbing it to make it hard. His mouth clashes onto yours in a frantic kiss, his hips helping the motions and his dick growing larger and thicker with every stroke. He sucks on your tits for a little while, lathering them up in spit, warm from his moans.
The next moments are quick as fuck. Your brain barely registers them, but you are in control. You yank Tom away from your chest by the hair, keeping him at bay with both arms when he tries to kiss you again, then shove him around until his back bangs against the counter with a muffled sound.
“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moans when you drop to your knees. You think he says something right after, but it’s all a strangled moan because you swallow his cock in full right away.
You drag him forward into your throat, quick and messy and hopefully everything he was thinking about earlier in the garden. Bobbing your head over the length, applying suction on every move, you squeeze and swirl a hand around the base and massage his sack with the other.
“No hands—” he reminds you, completely breathless. That had been the deal, so you put both arms on your back, one hand clasped around the other wrist.
Above you, Tom keeps making delicious, garbled moans, way too fucking loud, and when you look up, he’s bracing himself on the crown of your head, his mouth open and wet, just watching as you suck his cock. It takes him less than two minutes of that before he starts cursing filthy fucking words, totally coherent out of nowhere.
“Sweet little mouth, take my fucking cock, swallow, fuck, fuck, that’s fucking right,” and many, many more words that burn in your ears and leave you wet on the bathroom floor.
After that, hips rutting against your face to meet you halfway because you never stop bobbing your head, licking it and swallowing it and unable to take it but taking it all just the same. With his hand fisted around your hair and his cock swelling larger, your lips panging from the stretch. Choking you when the tip hits the back of your throat. It’s too much but it’s just right, and as soon as he sucks in a breath over you, you slap your hands on your thighs and stretch your mouth open as far as it fucking goes.
“Filthy kitten desperate to eat my cum, holy, holy, fucking fuck, I’m gonna come,” Tom says in a rush, the words all mumbled together. His hips jab forward and back, and your head follows the move until he’s nestled completely in your mouth. When you suck and swallow, the taste of hot spunk fills your mouth and he comes, jerking all over the place.
You use little bobs of your head to devour every single drop. He tastes like heaven right now, and it’s all from the knowledge that it was you doing this to him. You look up and moan at the sight, his eyes closed, sweaty lashes fanned out over his cheeks, his mouth crooked and wet from spit where he’s biting into his lip. You love that look on his face, love putting that look on his face. He looks fucking beautiful and blissed out.
“I am so paying you back for that.”
~~
“Do you think we have too much sex?”
Your question makes Tom turn to you very, very slowly, a hand holding his toothbrush where it’s hanging off his mouth.
You’re both in your shared ensuite bathroom, getting ready for bed. Tom is wearing his joggers, you in shorts and a spaghetti strap top you’ve been using to sleep during the warmer nights. He doesn’t say anything yet, but after you inspect his frowning gaze in the mirror and he spits into the sink, he shrugs and says, “I know my brothers do.” Next he goes back to brushing his teeth, like he hadn’t just said that.
A stupid answer to a stupid question, you think. You laugh nonetheless. He makes a fair point.
“We don’t, right?” you insist, going back to your night routine.
“I don’t think so, I mean,” he wipes his face with a towel and stands there, all ready for bed. “I’m not home for about half the year, so it makes sense that when I am… y’know.”
“Yeah.”
That’s what you thought as well, but you have been wondering about the other side of the picture. You do have roommates, and you’re all going to have partners at some point, so it would make sense to dial it down a little and keep things private. The reputation of the house is bad enough from how many occupants it has. Five dudes and you, that would raise some relevant questions.
“No, you’re right. I was just, um, y’know, just asking.”
“Don’t listen to Harry, it’s not like we haven’t seen his bum… or worse in my case, am I right?” Tom points out with a smack of his lips.
Again, he makes a fair point.
On your way out of the bathroom in silence, Tom walks ahead and opens the bedding for you, as per usual. Even in bed he’s a gentleman, that’s so freaking unnerving. He’s too good. Why wouldn’t you have sex so regularly with him? Ugh.
“Did you have a good Pussy Lickin’ Weekend, baby?” you ask him, honestly curious. You don’t want to start anything, hopefully the fact that you’re lying in bed and pulling the covers over you will tell him just so.
“It’s only Saturday night, darlin’,” he replies with a giggle, wiggling his eyebrows. He’s only just draping his first leg under the bedding, but he immediately crawls to the middle of the bed, making grabby hands at you.
“Oh but you’re done,” you tell him rather firmly.
He laughs and tugs you into his embrace, spreading silly little kisses all over your face. When he rolls onto his back, pulling you over him, he smiles his flirtatious smile and says, “That’s what you think.”
“God…” you almost whine, rolling your eyes half in exasperation at his neverending libido, half in delight at his suggestion. A boyfriend who never gets tired of sexing you up, that’s a first.
“It’s Tom, actually.”
You caress his cheek and down to his shoulder, tracing the top and his clavicle with a finger right after. When you look back up, he’s got his tongue peeking at the corner of his mouth.
“Blep,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him, very briefly, like a cat would. Like his kitten would. Curious like one, you ask, “Not thinking about golf, are you?”
“Not at all…”
His reaction is endearing as fuck. He’s still got that stupid beautiful smile teasing at his lips, then he licks them slowly before he licks yours, craning his neck further to collect your mouth into a proper kiss. You chuckle and hum and melt into it by instinct, slithering your tongue inside to harvest the very obvious taste of spearmint from the back of his teeth.
“Okay,” you say when you pull back, chest panting a little from the kiss. Tom’s face is swarming with desire and a cheeky silent proposal. You tilt your head at him and ignore the tongue that keeps teasing you from the corner of his mouth, then say, “I think we’re done for the night, champ.”
“Oh, c’mon,” he protests with a grunt, spreading his legs. You fall in the middle, and between the position and his tight grasp around your waist, it wouldn’t be easy to roll away from this spot. Not that you want to, it’s cozy and comfortable, his body welcoming and warm in a domestic way.
“Don’t listen to those guys, they love it.”
“They what?” You frown.
“They love it… for me, that’s what I meant,” he says with a little laugh.
“Mhmm, sure.”
Tom’s face is lit up in his bliss, either from his usual perkiness, or from the many orgasms he’s managed to literally suck out of you today. And the one you sucked out of him. He pecks and growls into your neck, rolling you over until you lie on your back, on your side of the bed. You spread your legs for him now, letting him rest there. Just him, no second intentions. Except he asks, “Ready for your night class with your expert cunnilinguist?”
“My what?” you giggle. You understand what he’s saying, familiar with the expression he’s trying to invoke here, but he modified it in a way you’d never heard before. “Where’d you learn that word?”
“I dunno,” he says, muffled by your neck where he’s licking you. “Somewhere.” He drops another lick, now much closer to your shoulder, dragging the tip of his tongue down the side of the strap resting on your skin. “Does it matter?”
When he starts kissing further down and tugging on the fabric to expose your breast, you rest a hand on the nape of his neck. You want to tell him to stop, but his mouth is so hot when he wraps it around your nipple, and his tongue is so wet when he licks the little nub up and down, several times in a row, hardening it even though your mind is empty of naughty thoughts. So you embrace it for a little while, popping out your other breast and guiding his face to it so he’ll tend to both sides of your chest.
Yet the second his fingers dribble over the hem of your sleeping shorts, you force your eyes open and pat the top of his head.
“Tom, I meant it,” you hum, back arching up after he stops licking your chest. “Fuck. Sorry, but, um, I really think we’re done for the night.”
The truth is that you’re a little sore. You know he’ll understand, so you’d rather stop him early before he thinks you’re trapping him into sex and then pulling back at the last minute. Understanding, Tom sits up on his knees between your legs and pulls on the hem of your shorts, slapping them back against your hips.
“But the weekend isn’t over yet,” he pouts, puppy dog eyes and everything. “And it’s Pussy Lickin’ Weekend, baby, it’s a big deal,” he reminds you with a smirk. It’s the same expression he’s been saying to you all day, but in a completely different tone. He’s all pitiful and supplicant now, but when you shove his face away with your palm over it, he laughs.
“Mhmm, but sadly this pussy hurts, so no licking for you, champ.”
“Well, you know what?” He grins. His hands rest on the outer sides of your hips now, thumb rubbing the skin between the two pieces of clothing you’re wearing. In return, you caress his bicep a couple of times, moving your hand down to grasp his. He uses that to tug on your arm hard enough that you slide off the mattress with a laugh, eventually following his silent instruction and sitting up to stay at the level of his face.
“I think I could kiss it all better, kitten,” he purrs, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Call me Dr. Holland, if you will.”
“Dr. Holland, expert in—”
“Cunnilinguist,” he finishes the sentence for you. You giggle at his cheeky expression. “It’s cunnilinguist, darlin’.”
“Anyway, doctor,” you say with a shake of your head. “My back hurts too. From that rock in the garden you so badly wanted to fuck me on, remember?” He nods, the most pleased and proud expression on his face. You kiss it away, just so you won’t have to look at it anymore. “And I don’t think you can heal that with a tongue, so…”
“Is that a challenge?”
You giggle at him and say, “No.”
Tom grins in response and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back down and rolling just enough that you’re both lying down on the bed. “It was hot, though. Tell me it wasn’t hot.”
“It wasn’t hot.”
He gasps. “Excuse me?!”
“You asked me to tell you that!” you laugh, shoving him away when he threatens to tickle your sides. “Get the fuck off me, or I’ll call Harry.”
“Which one of them?” he teases back jokingly, tickling you anyway. You almost kick him in the face to avoid his touch.
With an eye-roll, and still reeling him in by the shoulders for a hug, you peck his mouth a couple of times, sort of as an apology for what you said. It was a joke, because he did ask you to say it wasn’t hot, of course, so you settle back down and say, “Yes, it was very hot.”
“Fucking knew it.” He grins up at you, hand softly resting on the small of your back as you cuddle up to him.
“If you couldn’t tell from the double orgasm…” you add. “Will you let me sleep now?”
You expect an answer from him since he has stopped making advances, always respectful when you say no, the same way you are when he happens to not be in the mood. Still, he responds with another question, “Can I wake you up with my tongue?”
You roll your eyes at his suggestion, but the idea isn’t that bad. You can’t imagine anything better than his hot, wet, skilled, perfect tongue licking you awake.
“I love Pussy Lickin’ Weekend, baby.”
~ ⛳️ ~
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