#pervert!roommate!ghost
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Pervy Ghost fucking you in your sleep and you wake up. Him convincing you it's just a wet dream. 🤍
Using my Pervert!Roommate!Simon AU for this one efbhjhbjfe<3 anon u just made the hottest fucking request holy shit
CW: noncon, gaslighting, somnophilia, creampie.
His hips thrust slowly into yours, not wanting you to wake up as he takes you, thick cock hitting every single inch of your gummy walls, hands busy keeping your legs open, brown eyes fully focused on your peaceful expression. You look so pretty like this, your body betraying you even when you're fast asleep, his cock glistening with your wetness every single time he pulls out only to slam himself all the way back inside.
''Mmh...'' You mumble softly, slowly waking up as your eyes focus on Simon. His hand comes up to run over the length of your hair, the other one cradling your head as he buries his bare face on the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses in hopes of soothing you.
''Si...?'' You whisper softly, so drowsy you don't even hear the sound of the bed rocking and his hips slamming into yours, barely even able to register an awkward feeling on your crotch.
'''S just a dream, baby.'' His deep voice whispers into your ears, trying to be as soothing as possible to get you back to sleep. His lips plant gentle kisses all over your jaw and cheeks, tracing up to your lips. You're so confused all you can do is try to keep up, sloppily kissing back before turning your head away from him, eyes closing again.
''There we go, love. Just enjoy...'' You want to go back to sleep, but if it's all a dream, there's no shame in enjoying yourself with your roommate, is there? One of his hands is now groping your tit, squeezing your nipple between his fingers and pulling on it before he goes back to simply enjoying the way the fat feels on his palm.
You're now more aware of what he's doing, feeling every single inch of his thick cock ramming in and out of your sopping cunt, not even realizing how wet your pussy is until you hear the lewd sounds filling the room, soft moaning mixing in with Simon's low growls from above you. Your arms wrap around his neck, weakly trying to pull him closer to you. He gets the message, leaning down until his lips crash into yours, thrusts getting more brutal now that he doesn't have to worry about waking you up.
Simon is a messy kisser, saliva exchanged and dripping down the corners of your lips as his tongue wraps around yours, hands exploring your perfect body all over as he thrusts into you, cunt tightening around him even more now that you're awake.
He doesn't want to mess up, though, and he thanks whatever it is out there that gave him the skills to seem convincing even when he's close to the edge.
''It's a nice dream, isn't it? I bet you've been wanting this for a while.'' His voice is warm and friendly, a total contrast to the way he's fucking you like he hates you. All you can do is nod, legs opening slightly wider to give more space for his burly body to fit as he rams into you. A small whine leaves your lips after he becomes too rough, making him slow down slightly to avoid hurting you.
''You can take it, yeah?'' You manage to give him a lethargic nod, eyes closing again as your head turns away from him, sleepiness taking over you again despite the way your body is responding for you. Your sleeping medication makes it harder to stay awake, even when the perfect dream is going on. He's now fucking you nice and slow, hips rolling against yours while he plants gentle pecks all over your face, not minding that you're going back to sleep. If anything, it makes this easier for him.
''Rest, baby. You'll dream about me more often.'' His promise is the last thing you hear as you drift off to sleep again. He doesn't even bother being rough anymore, simply enjoying the way your cunt wraps around his cock, lips gripping it tightly as he whispers promises of everything he's going to do to you, ranging from sweet to downright nasty. He picks up the pace, looking down at your sleeping face with a warm look in his eyes as he fills your womb with his thick seed, not bothering to clean you up as he slowly pulls out, putting your panties back on your sleeping body.
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Ghost x p⋆rnstar!reader ; roomates!au
Tags: afab!reader, piv, smut, vaginal sex, mentions of masturbation, porn, and sex work, mirror kink kinda, far from canon simon, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, roomates to...?, not so secret life, simon has a little crush
Notes: I don't know how onlyfans works 🧍
Simon was a man who liked to keep to himself, didn't really see a point in socializing with the people around him, he could make do with himself after all, there was no point in dragging other people into the mix. He liked his privacy and that was clear even for the people around him.
However, the one place he felt like he was forced to socialize was the place he hoped would've given him the privacy he needed, his apartment. Or more accurately, your shared apartment.
Simon was your roommate, a quiet and reserved man. He seldom held conversation, only ever indulging you in your little questions which ranged from how his day was going to what his plans were for the day. He didn't mind this small talk, even asking you some questions of his own, you were roommates after all, he didn't want to feel like he was living with a complete stranger.
He thought he didn't need to know more than you had already told him, you didn't pry into his personal life anyway so why would he do the same? And plus, he couldn't even be bothered to know more, ask deeper questions and look past what was on the surface... But when he came home earlier than he usually did and found the apartment to be silent, it made him wonder.
He looked around for a bit after setting his shoes down, finding it way too quiet for his liking. Before he knew it, he was walking to your room, hand ready to knock on your door to ask if you were in there just to check on you since he knew you were home way earlier than he was.
"Hey, are you in th-" He blinked for a moment, staring at your door like a deer in headlights when he heard it. His hand slowly pulled away from your door as he strained his ears, he needed to know if he was just hearing things.
"Fuck..." The sounds of your soft moans came from the other side of the door, filling his ears like a melody he'd never heard before. Simon felt like a pervert listening to you, he didn't mean to intrude but he was stuck there like his feet were planted in place right outside your door, unable to walk away after hearing your moans.
Before he could gather up enough energy for his brain to function again, his dick was already twitching in his pants, rock solid only from your voice. It made him groan, frowning as he looked down at the bulge that was growing as if it would make him any less turned on. He couldn't just jack off right outside your door even if he wanted to keep on listening to you anyway, it was too much.
As he stood outside your door, his thoughts mixing and scrambling together, he noticed your soft voice had stopped and he furrowed his brow at that, a little disappointed but he didn't move, desperate to calm his heart down so he could hear you from the other side of the door.
"Thank you... for watching..." your voice was a bit muffled through the door but your words were as clear as day. Simon's ears perked up as the gears in his head finally started working..
"So this is what you do for work, huh?" He chuckled to himself, narrowing his eyes at your door like he could somehow open it but he knew you were shuffling around in there to get everything organized so he decided it was time to walk away.
After that night, Simon saw you in a different light, a light he definitely didn't have before.
He started talking to you more, or so you noticed. On one side, it made you happy that Simon was "opening up" to you, but it was also a new feeling, he was a man of few words after all but your small chats slowly turned into deeper conversations, some even leading late into the night with how much you enjoyed each others company.
Meanwhile, Simon couldn't deny that there was something brewing, his curiosity about you definitely spiked but more than the countless nights he spent fucking his fist to the thought of those soft moans he heard some nights ago, he actually found himself genuinely enjoying your presence, especially when he found your profile on his new favorite app, onlyfans.
He only followed you, never paid for anyone else. he watched everything you put out, from the first to the latest video you posted, and he thanked what God was out there that you performed only by yourself.
Watching you became his nightly routine, he looked forward to being able to watch you before he slept, imagining what it would be like to touch you, help you feel even better than those toys you used. He began to memorize which toys you had and how you used them from how frequently he watched your content.
It was safe to say he had become enamored with you in every possible way, feeling a connection with you even if he didn't show it to you in person, he felt like he knew you.
One night, he came home in a particularly pissy mood, it was obvious work didn't go as well and he didn't talk to you when he entered through the door, only giving you a glance as he stomped to his room and closed the door with a small thud.
There were nights when he came home like this before, but after getting to know him the past few months you really started to get closer with him, you thought it'd be fine if you tried to talk to him this time around.
It was late into the evening when you walked to his door with a mug of his favorite tea in your hand. You hoped that he would be welcoming and while in the past you never really cared enough to do something like this, your new formed bond with him had you concerned about how he was doing.
"Simon?" You knocked on his door quietly, hoping he would let you in. Heavy footsteps approached the door and the slow creak made up for the silence earlier. Simon looked at you from the small crack in his door with a blank expression.
"D'ya need something?" He asked, it made you wonder a little how he sounded like he was out of breath, and of course you couldn't miss how he was clearly lacking a top. It was strange but you looked past it.
"No, I just came by to see how you were doing, I made you some tea" you gave him a small smile, extending the mug out. It made him scoff, his eyes glancing at the mug then back to you. "Thanks love, needed it" he chuckled and took the mug from your hands and giving it a sip.
"Is there anything else you need? I mean... You did look pretty upset earlier"
Your comment made him laugh, keeping his eyes on you as he opened his door wider. You couldn't miss the smirk dancing on his lips and you felt like his eyes were on every inch of you, towering over you like a beast.
"You wanna help me?" He crossed his arms, leaning against his doorframe. His eyes seemed to scan over you so intently it made you feel like you were shrinking under his gaze.
"I mean yeah... I know I never really did things like this in the past... But y'know" you shrugged, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit. He hummed with your response, seeing it fair in a way.
"Cute" He scoffed, pushing himself off from his doorframe as he retreated back into his room, leaving you standing outside. "Y'coming in or what?" He turned back, looking at you with clear amusement, and although you couldn't tell from where you were standing, you could practically hear the smirk that was still plastered on his lips.
You stepped into his room without a word and you couldn't help but look around, it was the first time you had ever been in his room of course. He set the mug down on his nightstand before turning back to look at you, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom.
"Stand over here" He beckoned you over to him to stand in front of the mirror he had and silently, you walked over. He hummed, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stood behind you.
"You wanna help me feel better right?"
"That's the plan" You chuckled awkwardly, looking into his eyes from the mirror and it made him scoff. "Right..." His voice seemed to get lower, and so did his hands. "Work has just been... Shit, to say the least" He chuckled, his hands wandering down to your hips.
"And here you are, worried about me" He continued, nuzzling his into the side of your neck, all the while you had to watch this happen.
"Simon, what are you doing..." Your voice came out weaker than you had intended but could you really help it? Simon was pulling you back against him with your back now flat against his warm chest, planting kisses on your neck and you couldn't do anything but watch from the mirror.
"You know exactly what I'm doing, babe" He laughed against your skin, humming appreciatively as you wrapped his hands around your waist. "Do you even have any idea... The things you do to me, hm?" He mumbled, pulling away from your neck and focusing on you now, looking right into your eyes.
"What do you even mean..." You furrowed your brows and it made him scoff.
"You don't know how many nights I've spent... thinking of you" His voice was low now, turning more into a whisper while he began to slide his hands under your shirt to feel your skin.
"I know all about your little... videos, y'know"
You felt your world stop at that, everything seemed to go by slowly as a mix of confusion and embarrassment crept into your skin. "You..." Your felt your face getting hotter at the realization that Simon, your roommate, definitely knew of this little secret you tried to hide.
"I know, and let's just say that I've become... Somewhat of your biggest fan" He chuckled, returning to your neck as he caressed soft circles into your skin. "You watch my videos?" You asked and although the answer was obvious, the thought that your roommate, of all people, was watching you made you feel a little embarrassed.
"I do" He chuckled, pulling your closer and you couldn't help but gasp softly, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants rub against your ass. "Y'feel it don't you? How fuckin' bad I need you" He scoffed, rolling his hips into you with a low groan.
"Simon..." You whimpered, the mix of his hands and his dick feeling you made it impossible to stand still, and in front of the mirror, it was something that looked like it came out of a terribly scripted porn video.
He growled lowly, seemingly enjoying the way you said his name.
"Can I show you just how much I adore you, love? Prove to you that I'm your biggest fan?" He whispered, glancing into your eyes as he kissed your neck. Your words couldn't come out no matter how hard you wanted to reply, so you nodded.
Simon hummed, turning you around in his arms as he connected your lips. It was slow at first and he gave you time to adjust until you found your rhythm against his lips and it was like fireworks had gone off in Simon's mind.
He walked you to his bed, keeping the kiss intact as he pushed you on your back, your head against the pillows as he made space for himself between your legs. The kiss had turned hotter now, faster and more passionate as he pulled your shirt above your head.
"You have no fuckin' idea how long I've wanted you..." He growled, trailing his kisses to your down to the valley of your breasts as he reached behind you, fumbling with the hooks of your bra in a frenzy. Once he got that off, his lips immediately found your nipple, taking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue on it while he pinched the other.
"You're so beautiful..." He groaned against your skin as he let his free hand wander down to your shorts, slipping past the waistband and he wasted no time in pressing you through your panties. "Slow down..." You whispered breathlessly, overwhelmed with the sensations you were feeling simultaneously.
"How can I slow down when I've finally got you all to myself" He asked with a mean chuckle as he pulled away from your chest and trailed his kisses down your stomach. He made quick work of taking your shorts and underwear off and it was clear he didn't want to tease you, feeling like he'd already done that earlier when he was holding himself back from fucking you in front of his mirror.
"You look even more gorgeous in person, babe" He groaned, moving lower until his breath was on your pussy, and at this point you were starting to feel hotter.
"Pretty fuckin' pussy..." He muttered and before you knew it, your back was arching off the bed as his lips wrapped around your clit, his fingers teasing at your entrance as he closed his eyes, humming against your cunt as he sucked your clit between his lips.
He hooked his arms around your thighs, spreading them wide as he ran his tongue between your sensitive folds, muttering praises about good you tasted and how long he's waited for this moment. Your fingers tugged on his hair in a desperate attempt to make him slow down but it only seemed to encourage him further.
"Sorry baby, s'too much for you?" He chuckled sarcastically, looking at you through his lashes as he stuck his tongue flat between your folds, lapping up all he could with an appreciative hum against your pussy.
He sat up, licking his lips as he looked down at you, stroking your thighs lovingly like he didn't just deprive you of an orgasm. You glared at him as your chest heaved, silently cursing him.
"Awe, don't look at me like that, love" He laughed, his words were teasing and soft as he looked down at you, his thoughts running wild at the sight of your in front of him, he just couldn't believe it to be honest, no matter how real it felt.
"I need you" The lust in his voice was unmistakable now, looking down at you like you were his prey and he, the predator.
Simon backed up a bit, allowing himself to take his sweats off. "Fuck... Do y'see what you do to me, baby? Hm?" he chuckled, running one hand through his hair as the other stroked his cock, heavy and twitching in his fist.
"Simon... That's not gonna fit..." Your heart started to race when you saw how big his cock was in his hand, spreading his precum all over the length. It was intimidating.
"Don't gotta take all of it, love..." He chuckled, moving closer and between your legs again. He pressed the tip against your clit as he started to grind against your pussy, covering his dick in your slick with a satisfied hum as he caressed soft circles into your waist. "You're in control, you tell me when to stop" He leaned forward to catch your lips in his in a soft kiss.
His words reassured you, and although the thought of him inside you was intimidating, you couldn't deny that you also needed it, needed him.
"Okay... But let's take it slow..." You whispered, taking his face in your hands as you cupped his cheeks, feeling your chest swell in a mix of emotions. "Of course, love..." He nodded, smiling back softly and leaning back in to kiss you again and letting it linger for just a moment longer before he leaned back up, lining his tip with your entrance.
You held your breath, shutting your eyes tightly as you anticipated the stretch, but before it came, you felt Simon's hand gently take yours, intertwining your fingers together. This made you flutter your eyes open and when you did, Simon was looking down at you as his expression softened.
"Keep those pretty eyes on me, love..." He whispered, squeezing your hand in his much larger one before he slowly moved his hips, letting the tip stretch you out. It helped that Simon was holding your hand because you had something to dig your nails into aside from the sheets.
"Fuck- Simon!" You gasped, throwing your head against the pillows as you felt him stretch you open. "You're doin' so well, just a little more okay?" He groaned, finding himself closing his eyes as well. He pushed in a little more, inch by inch until he was completely seated inside you with a small thrust.
The stretch made you feel hot all over, your walls fluttered around him as you tried to catch your breath after holding it in for so long without even realizing it. Simon leaned down, setting his arms on either side of your head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
"You're doin' so well... So well..." He whispered into your skin while his hands gently caressed your sides. You felt his heart beating against yours and it seemed to calm you down until your heart started to beat with his rhythm. He gave you time to adjust to his size, softly calming you down as he kissed your skin.
"M-move... Please" You whispered after some time had passed and the sting slowly disappeared. Simon nodded, keeping his head buried in your neck as he slowly retracted his hips, you felt his cock drag out of you and it made you whimper.
"Fuckin' hell, baby..." He moaned as he slowly thrusted back into you. You moaned softly, feeling so full with his cock slowly moving in and out of your now. It felt so different to your toys, it felt so much better.
The more he moved, the better it felt and your moans only encouraged him more. Your soft moans filled the room, absolutely engulfing Simon, your voice was like a drug and your voice was the reason he started to get so attached to you in the first place.
"You're so goddamn pretty..." He gave your shoulder a kiss before he leaned back up, groaning as he looked down at how his cock disappeared into you, your folds spread apart to accommodate for him. "And this pussy... Fuck" He groaned rolling your clit under his thumb now.
He started to get more confident now, moving his hips faster as he filled you over and over again. You were a mess under him and it only encouraged him more to keep on fucking you open on his dick.
"You have no idea..." He groaned, bottoming out inside you as he held your ankles on either side of him, "How much I've fucked my fist to the thought of you on my dick..." He spat, his grip on your ankles tightening slightly. You could tell he was losing himself, feeling how good you were taking him.
"Let me show you how big of a fan I actually am, baby..."
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hey, welcome to jeonride's jeon wonwoo reading list part 1 ! (click the navigation if you want another reading list/ fic recs!)
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FICTS ! ✧*。
Just Ask (fluff, smut, boyfriend!wonwoo) by @idyllic-ghost
Getting Closer (angst, smut, horror ft. joker!wonwoo and chief inspector female!reader) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Red Lights (incubus!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Amour-Haine & Co. (smut, enemies to lovers) by @wonwoosthetic
Crush 03 (fluff, mention of sex, mechanic!au) by @gyukult
GAM3 BO1 (smut, fluff)
The King's Red Rose (smut, royal au) by my lovely sunny ! @sunnylovespickles
SIX-THIRTY (smut, boyfriend!woo) by @cheolhub
Favorite (smut, teacher!woo) by @wonusite
Sweet Eye Candy (smut) by @idyllic-ghost
Chase Me, Make Me Yours (smut, angst) by @wonuhour
Warm Encounters (smut) by @flowerboykun
Roommates with Benefits (smut) by @shuaflix
Favorite Poison (smut, fluff) by @lovelyhan
Sweet Darling (w/ chan) by @bitchlessdino
Love You Twice (smut) by @toruro
Wedding Weekends (fluff) by @suhnshinehaos
By Line (ceo!wonwoo x reporter!reader) by @wonwussy
Blood Love : One More Taste (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Blood Love pt. 2 (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Sharing is Caring but I don't Care (all fluff, hybrid!woo) by @gamerwoo
Payment Due! (smut, camboy!woo) by @solarwonux
Blind Spot (smut, enemies with benefits) by @sluttywonwoo
All to Yourself (smut, best friend!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
POV (fluff, hurt/comfort) by @by-soleil
Lavender Tea & Honey (smut, fluff) by @peachybun-bun
Working Late (smut, husband!wonwoo) by @number1mingyustan
Cat Got Your Tongue? (smut, angry sex) by @number1mingyustan
Deluxe Version (fluff, dash of angst) by @darl-ings
Have Mercy (smut, rough sex) by @sluttyminghao
His Favorite Color is Blue (angst, fluff) by @euphoricsunflowers
Feelings (fluff) by @markberries
Hardcover (fluff) by @markberries
I'm a Swimming Fool (college au) by @glowonu
You VS The Universe (fluff) by @cheolism
First Kiss (fluff, barista!woo) by @ally-127
Mine (smut) by @peachybun-bun
Heads in The Cloud, Landing Among Stars (fluff, pilot!wonwoo) by @twogyuu
Four Years (fluff, exes to lovers) by @kyufessions
Needy (smut, jealous sub!wonwoo) by @cheolhub
Love Me Tender The Series (smut, sub!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
Yours (Pt. 2 of POV) by @by-soleil
DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。
gentle on the streets, freak on the sheets (by @multi-kpop-fanfics)
you're the prettiest during sex to him (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
neighbor!wonwoo jerks himself off (smut) by @cheolhub
fucking detective!wonwoo on a train (smut) by @jeongwife
you use safeword during sex (smut, comfort) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
thigh riding (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
fucking while you're pregnant (husband!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics
look at me (smut) by @peachybun-bun
coworker!wonwoo (smut) pt.2 & pt.3 by @euphoricsunflowers
02.47 am (fluff) by @gyuslcve
you have your me (fluff, comfort)
daylight (fluff)
dad!wonwoo (fluff, implied smut)
making out (smut, soft dom!wonwoo)
fucking on the kitchen counter (smut)
sucking his dick while his working (smut)
him sucking your tits (fluff, boyfriend!woo)
him asking you to sit on his face (smut)
hard + fluff thoughts (boyfriend!woo)
sucking + kissing his tattoo (smut)
pervert gamer!woo (smut)
gamer boyfriend!wonwoo | 2nd ver
professor!wonwoo (smut)
fucking lawyer!wonwoo (smut)
nsfw sleepover (smut)
wonwoo hard thoughts (fluff, smut)
fwb (kitten!woo, mistress kink)
active during nighttime ( hybrid black panther!wonwoo and hybrid cat!reader)
smut, established relationship (also fluff)
[09.00pm] (all fluff!)
late night walk (fluff)
does he could make you feel good as i do? (racer!wonwoo)
more myself than i am (fluff)
vvwonwoovv is on live! (streamer!wonwoo)
he spoils you so much (smut, ft.mingyu)
[04.01pm] (smut)
him obsessed with your body after giving birth (smut, dad! wonwoo)
body worship (smut, kinda)
bedtime routine (fluff)
fireplace (fluff, kinda smut).
cuddling (fluff)
69 (smut)
car sex (smut)
take care of me (sub!wonwoo)
needy sub!wonwoo (smut)
workplace rivals (smut)
of shy smiles & misunderstanding (fluff)
waiting (fluff)
childish joy (fluff)
two umbrellas (fluff)
14:28 (fluff, contains bodyworship)
cuffed (smut, wonwoo is a sub sorta???)
fucked by office mate (smut)
#wonwoo imagines#wonwoo scenarios#wonwoo#wonwoo smut#seventeen smut#wonwoo x reader#reading#seventeen fanfic
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❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! ❞ － 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒. 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞
⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ threesome, reverse cow girl, fingering, roommates au, whore calling , oral (male r.), choking, teasing, vibrator, dom!geto, dom!gojo, bottom!reader, black!reader
𝐀𝐍. happy halloween my spooky ghosts 👻 (let’s pretend this was posted on halloween) just wanted ti say thank you to the people who read and enjoyed some of the kinktober stories even If they weren’t written to my fullest I still appreciate you guys :). I would also like to apologize AGAIN for missing some of the stories I said I was going to write, for the Choso request I still have to work on It and whoever requested I’m soooo sorry for delay (ಡ‸ಡ). But after this I will work on It!
－ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐀 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.
It was an ordinary in the apartment. Quiet, Sun shining into the big living room you were sitting in, underneath a warm blanket as you watched your show. As long as those two knuckle heads were out of the house you had it allll to yourself. For the afternoon at least— but hey. Better than nothing, you sinked more into the couches cushion continuing to dive deeper into your tv program.
6:30pm
It’s been three hours since you’ve been alone for the day, still deep into your program that played. You were so into it you had forgotten to re fill the cat food for your cat, when the soft brown furred creature jumped on the couch practically marching her way towards your chest meowing as loud as she could trying to gain your attention. When you felt her paws start making biscuits on your chest trying to catch your attention you glanced down with a raised a brow. “What is it now?.” You asked a bit annoyed taking your attention off your show, she meowed jumping off your chest walking towards her food bowl. You sighed lifting the blankets off your body, getting off the couch walking towards where she was leading you. When she stopped in front of her food bowl pawing at it you quickly realized.
I forgot to refill the food bowl!?
In an instant you ran towards to the pantry where you kept her food and treats grabbing the wet food from the top shelf, walking back to grab her food bowl placing it on the counter as she followed you. she jumped ontop of it sitting down, watching you. You put down the wet food onto the counter, going to the fridge to grab some blueberries. “I’m so sorry pretty girl— mama was too caught up in her show.” You pampered as you petted behind her eyes feeling her tiny head lean against your hand meowing making you smile, “I’ll take that as you forgive me.” You said before booping her tiny black nose going back to fixing her food, when you were fixing her food you hadn’t realized the ring notification buzz indicating the trouble maker duo was home.
Till it was too late.
When you were done making her food, bending down to set it down you heard a snickered. “What a nice welcoming (Y/N).” Oh no. You almost stumbled to the ground trying to pick yourself back up standing up straight to spot the duo looking at you, suguru was flushed as satoru bit his lip, your eyes widen remembering you were only wearing your underwear and a white tank top that showed your stomach. You were quick to grab the blanket off the couch covering up your body as you glared at them, “Stop staring you perverts! You weren’t supposed to be home till 8.” You snarled watching as Gojo’s face turned into a pout at you covering yourself, “They let us go early since we were done with our work.” Said Suguru who shrugged his shoulders with a bitten lip, “Yeah, what he said. But If I known you roam the house practically naked everyday..maybe I should stay home more often.” Satoru smirked walking a little closer to you as you stepped back, Suguru sighed shaking his head. “Satoru, careful where you step.” He said as Satoru only chuckled. “Or what? Not like she can do anything.” He grinned as you rolled your eyes tightening your grip on the blanket, again Suguru sighed, “Not her i’m talking about-“
He got interrupted when he heard a loud hiss and a man child by his side gripping his arm standing behind him. “her.” He sighed. You grinned looking down at (C/N) who rubbed along your leg meowing sweetly like nothing happened, “Aww that’s such a good girl.” You cooed leaning down to grab your cat into your arms feeling her nuzzle her head with yours as you walked away towards your room, Satoru glared at the cat as he gripped harder on Sugurus arms, “Till this day I don’t understand why that damn cat hates me.” He said. “Maybe because you always harass her owner. Now let go of me.” Suguru said snatching his arm away from him hearing Satoru pout, “Suguruuuu! Dont hate me too!” Suguru groaned rolled his eyes making his way toward his the kitchen. “Satoru maybe you should lower it down one day, hm? She’s gonna end up slapping you for being a pervert.” He said going into the fridge to grab a drink hearing Satoru grunt, “You’re no better than me.” He mumbled, “You have thoughts of fuc-“ “Satoru!” He interrupted slamming down his cup on accident, when he realized what he did he cleared his throat with a pinkish blush. “Keep that between me and you.” He mumbled looking at Satoru who looked back with a smirk, “Oh come on Suguru. One day you gotta let go of that innocent act~ Besidesss we already agreed on the thing.”
Oh yes.
The thing.
He huffed, “I forgot about that..” He mumbled with a sigh, “Do you think she’ll even agree to it?.” He questioned watching Satoru snicker, “I know she will. Have you seen how competitive she is? She’ll agree to it.” He chuckled getting off the counter, “Besides we’re going out tonight, we might as well test her luck.” He grinned walking towards your door with a huffy Suguru following behind, Satoru knocked on your door nonstop till you got fed up swinging the door open with a glare on your face. “What!?” He looked down to see you wearing pants and a hoodie covering the tank top and white panties you had on. He pouted jokingly, “Aww why’d you change?.” You scoffed crossing your arms in response leaning against the door, “What the hell do you guys want.” You questioned looking between the two men who looked at each other the back to you, Satoru grinned. “We have a little game we wanna play with you.”
You raised a brow, “What game?.” You asked curious watching as Gojo pulled out a pair of panties. You stared at the dangling thin undies in confusion till it clicked, making your eyes widened looking between Satoru and Suguru. “Since me and Suguru are going out...and if you accept the game. You’ll have to wear these the whole night with me or him controlling it.” The thought of either Satoru or Suguru controlling your orgasms made your stomach twist in a knot, you cleared your throat continuing to stare at the dangling thing feeling flustered. “Before I play your stupid game.” You trailed glaring at him, “What are the ”Rules””. You huffed crossing your arms over your chest watching as Suguru and Satoru looked at each other. Satoru turned back around with a smirk, “You can’t relive yourself till we get back home, meaning no sneaking off to the bathroom to try and relieve yourself. If you do, you lose.” Your eyes furrow, “What’s the deal.” Satoru bit his lip shrugging, “If we win, we get to fuck you.” Gets to fuck me?!2? You almost felt your eyes pop out of there sockets before clearing your throat for the second time, “And if i win?.”
“You get to do whatever you’ll like with us.” Suguru said with a look..you made eye contact with him instantly taking your eyes away from him feeling your legs shake. That look he had did something to do…looked like a predator hunting its pray. You looked between the undies and them making a decision…in an instant you were quick to snatch the thing out of Satoru’s hand, slamming your door close going straight to your closet to find a dress. “I’m so gonna win.” You grinned pulling out the black dress.
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Why am I so nervous?. I shouldn’t be nervous right?..But I can’t help but to..they’ve been eyeing me ever since we got here..you thought chugging the rest of your drink letting your eyes flicker between them as they kept a good eye on you, like they were hunting. Your legs shifted a little as you looked away back to the bar to keep your attention away from them, wondering what tricks they have up their sleeves. You pulled your hand up indicating another drink, the bartender walked towards you with a small grin, “What can I get you?.” He asked almost In a flirty tone but shaking It off you pushed your glass forward, “Gimmie the strongest drink you got.” You said back making eye contact with him as he nodded his head giving you a small wink. You didn’t think much of It just looking around the club waiting for your drink till suddenly you felt a vibration run through you making you jolt forward with a small gasp. Your nails gripped on the counter as you looked up to see Gojo smirking with his hand in his pocket with Geto staring at you as he sipped his drink.
You glared towards the white haired bastard but that only added more fuel to the fire feeling the vibration increase making your eyes go wide, whining a little. When the bartender came back with your drink he raised a brow seething down your glass, “You okay?.” He asked and you slowly nodded your head, “Y-Yes! Just fine!.” You answered with a slight high pitched voice biting back the obvious moans that tried the escape, the bartender looked at you with concern but shrugged it off sliding your drink over and going back to working. Your teeth gritted together as you stared at Satoru watching as his smirk grew at your reaction, fuck. The vibrations that were shooting through you felt so damn good..It was hitting your clit in the right place in the right spot, shit…you felt like you were gonna cum feeling that familiar knot in your stomach. Without thinking you slightly jolted your hips forward practically grinding against the toy to let yourself cum but was instantly denied by Satoru turning off the toy. Your eyes started watered but you sucked it back sighing deeply trying to not get frustrated at the fact you’ve lost your orgasm. You weren’t gonna let them win. You cleared your throat straighten your posture putting a smile on your face as you chugged down the glass, slamming it back onto the counter before standing up from your seat. “ I won’t let them win”
“Not In a million years.”
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It’s been a good two hours since this little game started and honestly..It’s been hell! Every fifteen minutes they would take turns turning the dam toy on an off! The second time you were on the dance floor, enjoying yourself till all of sudden you felt waves of vibrations hit your clit making you almost fall to the ground by your legs shaking from the shock, the third time you thought you were gonna finally cum…till Suguru turned It off the last minute making you accidentally get mad at the person that was talking to you..and the fourth time…you were reaching your limit. You haven’t came in the last two and a half hours..you were getting frustrated and impatient, with out second thought you got up from the table you were sitting at rushing towards a bathroom to please yourself. You were getting sick of it! You needed to cum..before you could even reach the handle to the bathroom you felt hands on your hips pulling you away from It. You lost the game. Satoru chuckled in your ear rubbing his hands up and down your hips, “You lost doll..which means.”
They get to fuck you.
How fun.
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The moment you guys got into the door lips were all over you. Satoru had your lips trapped with his as Suguru was standing behind you kissing your neck leaving his marks on your skin. You whined Into Satoru’s mouth as you felt his hands forcefully move your head to side to give Suguru more space to kiss and suck against your neck. Suguru let his hands linger around your body as you kept backing up into him slowly feeling him get hard against you. He groaned against your neck, bucking his hips against yours feeling pleasure waves run through his body, he hummed continuously roaming his hands around your body letting them lift your dress up to expose the black thong you were wearing. You shivered from the cold air hitting your exposed thighs, shuttering from his warm hands messaging and gripping them, Satoru chuckled in your mouth hearing your small little moans be stuffed away, pulling away to kiss along your jawline. Your pussy was aching for release, It has been for the past hours! You were already panting like a dog as pleasure was happening from each part of your body, neck, jawline, thighs, ass…you needed to be fucked.
Now.
You hummed, “Bed..now.” You asked breathless hearing them both chuckle. Without any questions Suguru backed off as Satoru picked you to carry you to his bed with Suguru walking behind, when Satoru walked into his room he dropped you on his bed going back to kissing you, rough. You moaned Into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck kissing him back, Suguru walked towards your body gliding his hands along your exposed thighs letting them sneak there way up to your panties placing a finger ontop of your pussy feeling you flinch. He scoffed, “You’re so wet.” He mumbled as Satoru chuckled pulling away from your lips going towards your jawline, “You that frustrated baby?.” Satoru said smirking against your jaw, gripping your tits into his hands, you couldn’t help but groan struggling to get a word out from all this pleasure happening at once. You whined loudly arching your back as you felt Suguru slide your panties to the side, easily pushing a finger inside you, “Shit..Wait Sug- Mmh!?.” You couldn’t finish your sentence when you felt two fingers entered your mouth, your eyes widened looking to see Satoru already looking at you with a lustful gaze. “Suck.” Is what he said. Without much arguing you obeyed starting to suck a long his fingers, “Good girl..” He whispered with a small smirk watching you suck his fingers like It was his cock..damn. He can just imagine his fingers being his cock instead, he felt his dick twitch in his pants slightly cussing to himself. The gags and moans that were leaving your mouth was making this difficult, Suguru without warning entered another finger picking up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you.
You jerked forward feeling Satoru’s warm hands slide down your stomach to your exposed pussy using his middle finger to rub against your clit as Suguru thrusted Into you. Your eyes snapped wide only for them to roll back feeling everything hit you at once, “W-Wait-!.” You begged but they didn’t listen, Suguru sped up his pace as Satoru did the same feeling you twitch underneath them. You were bout to cum, that familiar knot that you’ve feeling all night came back, you moaned and whined grinding against their hands chasing your orgasm. You wanted to cum, you needed to cum. You kept doing it uncontrollably feeling yourself about to spill against there hands, your hands clenched around Satoru’s back feeling yourself cum, Suguru smirked as Satoru continued to rub against your clit at a slow pace. Geto pulled his fingers out seeing your sticky substances on his fingers with a small smirk, Satoru chuckled looking down at the mess you made all over the bed and your thighs, “You made such a mess baby.” He smiled getting off from your body to lift you up now In a new position, your eyes furrowed. “Wha-? Ah!” You got caught off guard when you felt something big push past your folds, you looked behind your shoulder to see Suguru already looking at you with lust lingering in his eyes and a soft groan escaping his mouth as he felt you tightened around him.
How did he get his pants off that fast?!
You didn’t have enough time to question yourself when you felt Suguru grip your hips leaning his head close to your ear, “Move.” He mumbled sending shivers down your spine, without arguing you nodded your head with a small whine beginning to move. Up and down at a slow pace to get adjusted against him, he groaned lowly leaning down to peck your back and neck as Satoru stood in front of you. You looked up at him with low lidded eyes confused of what he wanted you to do, Satoru only grinned trailing his hand to your wrist to place your hand on his growing bulge, your eyes widened. He didn’t want you to..while you were!…you gulped down that lump that was growing only for you to hiss feeling Suguru’s hands dig into your hips helping you move on top of him. There was no way you could take him in your mouth while you were getting fucked from behind, “Satoru I don’t think I can do It..” You whispered moaning a little from Suguru pushing your hips more down against his shaft making you dig your nails into his knee focusing on the pleasure you were receiving from behind.
Hearing you couldn’t do it made him scoff, clenching his hand around your hair making you come closer to his bulge. You whined feeling him tug you forward being face to face with dick, “And all that cocky shit you were saying before…look at you now. I’m sure you can take me into your mouth while you get fucked but you just don’t wanna do it huh?” He questioned tilting your head up with a raised brow, he saw how bad you were fighting against him and Suguru abusing your pussy over and over again. Your eyes fluttered feeling him push you down more against his dick, deep fucking you. Satoru saw your eyes flicker from his to the ground struggling to keep eye contact with him, Satoru hummed using his other hand to unbuckle his belt, pulling off his pants and boxers along with it letting them drop on the floor taking his dick into his hands. Your eyes widened for the fifth time tonight seeing how big he was..that couldn’t fit in your mouth! You could barely handle Suguru right now..
You screwed up accepting this game.
Satoru stroked himself a little before tugging you forward, lips touching the tip. You looked up with begging eyes to let Suguru finish before you start with him but Satoru’s wasn’t having It. “You wanna be a whore right? This Is what whores do baby..” He grinned, “Now..open for me yeah?” You only nodded your head leaning closer to his dick opening your mouth to take him inside. Satoru threw his head back feeling warmth and a wet tongue perfectly sucking him, “Jus like that.” He chuckled, you moaned his shaft digging your nails more deeper into Suguru’s knee feeling him pick up the pace behind you. You were becoming a moaning mess, you were getting fucked from behind while sucking off your roommate, this was too much.. your eyes watered as soon a tear fell down your cheek from pleasure focusing on pleasuring the man In front of you as the man behind you fucked you nice and deep.
Suguru bit your shoulder biting back his moans feeling his knot start to form, “Im finna cum.” He groaned, you hummed against Satoru’s dick sending vibrations throughout his body hearing a small deep moan, “Fuck..” You slightly smirked a little moving your hips up and down his dick moaning from how big he Is, Suguru eyes fluttered close letting you do your thing on top of him as he held your body close to his. The moans you were letting out kept sending vibrations through Satoru’s body leading him to his own knot forming, you kept moving on top of Suguru as you kept sucking Satoru. They were both about to cum inside you. Without warning Suguru bit hard against your shoulder feeling him shoot his load Inside you making you jolt forward moaning loudly against Satoru only to feel his cum shoot into your mouth. You went to pull back from him but he only kept you there against his dick till he was finished cumming inside your mouth, “Take It.” He groaned looking down seeing how much of a mess they made out of you,
When It felt like they were done Suguru lifted you up from his dick as Satoru let go of your hair letting you pull back from him with heavy pants and some cum still on your lips. Satoru chuckled leaning down to take your lips into his tasting himself In your mouth, the kiss was soft and gentle than before leaning more Into it, before you could even slide your tongue into his mouth a hand gripped your throat pulling you back from him. Leaning your head against Suguru’s chest as he tilted your head to take your lips with his. Suguru’s lips were more softer than Satoru’s, Satoru only smirked shaking his head as he went to grab a towel for the three of you, after a few more seconds Suguru pulled back. “That’s as something.” He chuckled also hearing you snort leaning more into his chest feeling yourself about fall asleep, “Mhm..”
“It definitely was.”
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Eddie x fem! Reader [masterlist]
Prev | vol viii
Summary: November 1st, Steve’s birthday celebration, a new friend is brought into the mix, Eddie’s past is revealed.
Trigger Warning: no minors pls, language, drinking, reader wears Eddie’s jacket, fluff, angst.
W/C: 11.5k
@jo-harrington + @ghost-proofbaby for beta reading this a tiny bit for me
The sun is waning through your curtains, blinding your eyes with a light so bright it’s like you’re staring into a flashlight. The ominous whirring of your fan oscillates, sending a chilling breeze across your room
Silently thanking yourself for taking ibuprofen before falling asleep last night, the pounding in your head is minimal, but the scratchy dryness of your throat is a steady reminder of the impromptu karaoke singing and the toe to toe chain smoking contest you bullied Eddie into. Your former drunker self turned cockier with every drink.
“I bet you… this house! This fucking house! That I can smoke more cigarettes than you can at once,” you slurred in a buzzed stupor as you swayed your body with the faint music of REO Speedwagon, your finger pressed into his chest where the fabric v’d open.
Red eyed and already higher than Willie fucking Nelson, Eddie grins wider than the Cheshire Cat, dipping low to your ear to whisper, “game on, sweetheart, but we’re smokin reds not your menthol shit.”
News flash. You couldn’t out smoke Eddie. And your burning croaky throat was proof of that.
Feet on the floor, your cold toes inching towards purchase against the carpet for your slippers. Opening your eyes, you assess the room. The Eddie costume you proudly wore all night, was strewn across your floor, complete with the wig. A rumbly laugh reverberates through your lungs along with a horrendous hacking cough. The memory of Jeff wearing it and imitating Eddie jogs across your mind. The way Eddie pouted and glared through his lashes made you smile sweetly at the memory.
A quick glance at your body in the mirror shows that you’re still wearing the soft black DIO shirt from lastnight, but thankfully you changed into pajama pants.
Another rough barking cough against your already achy throat surrenders it’s vices and begs for water. Opening the door you are met with a freezing chill. Eyes blinking in the bright sun from the windows in the living room, you take note of the heaps of bodies snoring and drooling amongst the floor.
Mike and El are cuddled up like two little kittens against the back corner in the living room, her blonde wig used as a pillow, Mike’s Mad Hatter jacket and his arm draped over her. Finding yourself gawking at the sweetness of seeing them curled into each other, you wonder if you would ever have a great love like they did. Your stomach leaps when the one crossing your mind is Eddie.
It was wrong. You shouldn’t be feeling this way about your brother’s friend, your roommate for fucks sake! He was everything you hated about the male population. Loud, annoying, an absolute pervert. Messy beyond belief, couldn’t boil a goddamn egg. But, he was also gentle, kind, and caring. Your yearning heart ached for his touch like the day he held you close to his chest during your darkest hour.
Not to mention he was cute. Okay, that’s a lie. Eddie was hot, in that rugged ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck’ kind of way. Different from most guys in Hawkins, who were obsessed with their appearance, their family name. Eddie didn’t care, he was just himself. Always had been, always would be. And something about that cocky demeanor, burying the kindest heart you’ve ever come across, made your heart stutter in your chest.
Would he hold you like Mike was holding El if you were his? Would he cover you in kisses and do cliche things with you like matching couples costumes on Halloween? Something deep inside told you he would.
“Cute aren’t they?”
You jump out of your skin at the low, velvet voice, not realizing he was awake, your hungover mind foregoing the aroma and slow drip of black coffee being made. Too wrapped up in thinking about him to notice that he had approached you on your left, his messy curls swing against your cheek as he had bent down to your ear.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says with a chuckle.
You turn and look at him, he’s so close to you your noses almost touch. The tickling shock of nervousness from last night returns and travels up your spine, curling into your hair, igniting every hair follicle, a burning welcomed pleasure against your scalp. A quirked smile on his lips as you take a step back.
Blinking slow, you take him in. His smile could melt the polar ice caps, that goddamn panty dropper grin, you curse yourself silently for feeling the heat on your neck. He’s wearing black sweats, cut above the knee and rolled at the hem from many washes. A horrendously sawed off cut t-shirt adorns his broad shoulders. The same raw hems rolling inward, exposing a silver hoop in his nipple. The sun catching the steel ring and casting a blinding glare against it. He tips the coffee mug he’s holding back to his lips, emptying the contents in one gulp. The smell of potent orange juice fills your nose as you stare at his lips. His tongue poked out to lap up the last spilled drops.
“No, you’re fine—I didn’t realize you were up,” you explain, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Peering around him at the small wooden clock on the wall, it’s only 8:30, “didn’t know you were aware that there was an 8:30 AM on Sundays.”
“Are you always this witty in the morning?”
“It’s a gift,” you say with a smirk, “consider it a blessing, you’re late by the way.”
“Late for what?” The lazy way he smiles at you should be a crime.
A coy smile on your lips, “Sunday Service.”
Eddie snorts a laugh and grabs his side, wincing slightly, “agh, don’t make me laugh,” he groans, “I think I fucked up my back or something from falling down those steps last night.”
“…twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…”
Gareth turned his head from the spout engulfing deep breaths from the chilled night air. Argyle and Jonathan let his feet back down to the deck. Standing next to Nancy and Ash, you whoop and holler along with everyone else, cheering on the new Keg Stand Champion. Gareth, stands on wobbly legs, taking a deep breath, he shouts, “And that's how it’s d—“
Before he can finish his victory speech, he projectile vomits all over Big D. Covering him shoulders to waist in foamy chunks of party food and the cheap keg beer. Laughter erupts from Eddie, he throws his wild hair back in amusement. Clutching his stomach and choking on the smoke from the joint he had just inhaled. Karma, proving again that she’s a cunt, Eddie leans back just far enough to fall backwards down the five steps to the ground.
“Jesus down, Jesus down!” Eddie exclaimed, roaring with laughter.
Concerned, you delicately reach for his wrist and move his hand away from his ribs. A small splatter of deep purpling color against his alabaster skin suggests that they are more than likely bruised from the fall. The dainty touch of your fingers on his body sends goosebumps against his flesh, and it wasn’t because your hands were cold. He swallows hard, adoration in his brown eyes as he takes in your smell, how messy your hair was, the hum on your lips as you observe him, pressing the pads of your fingers into his skin.
Who would have thought that simple minuscule touches from you could cause a frenzy in his blood. He thought the hair washing would bring him to his knees, but this? He didn’t realize he stopped breathing until you spoke.
The hitch in his throat is dismissed by you, “sorry, my fingers are probably freezing,”
He murmurs, something along the lines of “it’s fine,” but you barely hear it.
His skin is surprisingly smooth. Women spend hundreds of thousands of dollars in their lifetime to have perfect skin, and here Eddie Munson was, baby soft skin on a metal head’s body. You take the time to admire the exposed tattoo on his ribs next to the bruises. Tracing your finger over the triangled black ink outlined in red, angry against his skin. You’ve seen the symbol before but never understood what it was. An eight laying sideways, in the overlapping section is a cross with two lines instead of one.
Seconds fade to minutes of your fingers tracing his skin. Neither you or Eddie have said a word. Unhurried migrations on your fingers skate across the alabaster, feeling for any broken bones, but only feeling the velour cream of his skin beneath your hands.
Clearing your throat, you look into his blown out eyes, “I —um,” the air is thick between you both, making it hard to breath, or it could be the fact that the caramel pools of his eyes are pouring into yours, “ looks like it’s just bruised,” you say, slowly moving your fingers away from his skin. Your nails scratching his skin casually. And a quick intake of breath hisses between his teeth.
Eddie’s voice comes out shakier than he would have liked, he licks his lips, “o-oh good.”
He casts his eyes downwards, his fingers tug gently at the sleeve of the DIO shirt you’re still wearing from last night. His eyes find yours again, the browned oasis beckoning you, “are you still mad at me for winning the costume contest?” he asks in almost a whisper, lips barely moving, his focus full on the way your soft skin under your shirt feels against his calloused fingers.
The jump in your lower belly ignited the flame within you, sending burning hot coals to your core at his ghosting fingers on your arm. You blink rapidly and scoff. Rolling your eyes to extinguish the flames, you force yourself away from him, brushing past him, your shoulder grazing his chest sends more fire through your veins, a last attempt on keeping the heat blazing. “I was never mad,” you explain. Opening the cabinet with shaky hands and grabbing a white mug with tiny yellow flowers on the rim, you take a deep breath to steady your voice, turning it into a makeshift yawn, “who do you think decides who wins the contest anyway?”
Pouring the hot black coffee into the mug the aroma fills the room. Creamer sloshes against the liquid mixing merrily into a toffee colored dream.
Eddie leans against the counter, taking a piece of candy from the plastic jack-o-lantern dish and twisting the ends between his fingers, the orange hardened sugar melting slow on his tongue.
“You voted for me?” he asks earnestly, his head bowed in bashfulness, “you’re going to make me blush, sweetheart,” he coos, swirling the candy around his mouth, clacking against his teeth as he tries to hide a smile.
Sipping the piping hot coffee gingerly between your lips, you shrug, “not every day I get to see you acting so holy, thought we should capitalize on the opportunity, plus, it really was one hell of a costume.”
The bubblegum blush on Eddie’s cheeks make him look like a teenager, twisting his hair as if he just received his first kiss.
“I don’t know, I kinda liked yours,” he said matter of factly.
“That’s cause you’re full of yourself,” you say with a teasing tone, sticking out your tongue, and coughing roughly again.
Eddie’s eyebrows pull inward, a mocked scoff on his lips, “I refuse to take insults from someone who sounds like my Uncle Wayne— told you you couldn’t hang with the big dogs— but no, Tooty doesn’t listen.”
You dismiss him with a suggestive middle finger and a smirk as you sip the coffee again, “I can do anything I want, you’re not my babysitter.”
Neither of you knew that Robin and Steve were both awake, listening intently to your light banter, your giggling voices as you teased each other. The way yours pitched in a high squeal when Eddie’s hands tickled your sides and you tried to fight him off with the paper towel row.
The two friends sit side by side on the couch, smiling widely at one another, wondering when you would let eachother in.
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It was noon before Gareth woke up, a combination of dried puke and drool on his face. The other four party go-ers had already left and did the sad walk of shame out to their vehicles. Both Robin and Steve give you weird looks and wide glances all morning, you even noticed Steve wiggling his eyebrows.
Yawning and reeking of alcohol. The loud snores from Gareth’s slack mouth could awaken the residents lying 6 feet under in East Hawkins. He’s laying with his head in a popcorn bowl, a poorly drawn sharpie penis crudely coloring his cheek, thanks to Eddie. The cold puke slowly oozing from the bowl onto himself has your stomach lurching.
Eddie finally woke him by shaking his shoulders violently, yelling into his face, “dude! You’re gonna rattle the fucking house off the foundation with that deafening snore, Christ almighty!”
Gareth stirred alive, swinging his arms frantically. “Fuck, man, scare the hell out of me why don’t ya!”
“Oh relax, trust me— it was either this or the Tooty method,” Eddie says with a grin motioning to you standing behind his shoulder holding a cup of cold water, a devilish smirk on your face, “seriously though, get up you smell like two-week-old rotten asshole.”
After Gareth and Eddie argue over why he has a dick drawn on his face, and Eddie swearing it wasn’t him, Gareth bumps his fist into Eddie’s and waves goodbye as he stands at the front door, and addresses you, “helluva party Tooty, hopefully I didn’t make too much of a mess and you’ll invite me again next year,” his easy smile is something you’ve never seen directed at you. Of all Eddie’s bandmates, Gareth was the hardest to read.
“Duh, you’re the reigning keg stand champion, you gotta make a return,” you smile back.
Gareth laughs, his floppy thick hair matted from the habit he wore all night, “think my keg stand days are over.” He looks from you to Eddie, watching the way Eddie smiles at you adoringly, and he starts to finally get it. Understand why his friend acts the way he does around you. You’re easy to talk to, friendly, kind, once you let your guard down. He looks to Eddie again as you turn and walk back to the kitchen, giving him a knowing glance shifting his eyes to you, and nodding his head once in approval, “see ya around dickhead,” he jokes to his oldest friend, his role model, his brother.
-
“Why the fuck do I have to wear this?” Eddie groans, pulling at the stiff collar on his shirt, buttoned too tight around his neck, not used to material that wasn’t leather or soft cotton, the metalhead was crabby and uncomfortable in the borrowed maroon button down shirt and black skinny tie from Harrington, “I look like a bible salesmen!”
Steve’s birthday was tonight and he requested to have dinner at his favorite restaurant in Indianapolis. He had gotten a big promotion at work the week after Halloween and was in need of a little celebration before the task of being executive director started.
Slotting silver iridescent dangly earrings you had borrowed from Nancy into your ears and adjusting the matching choker against your throat, you take the last curler out from your hair and fluff it with your fingers to give it shape. You holler from closed confinements of your room, “it’s for Steve’s birthday, not your birthday— quit being a big baby!”
Stepping your tights into the borrowed black velvet pointed heels, and smoothed down the black velour mini dress with the spaghetti straps you had bought last week from an ad in the paper about selling prom dresses for cheap. The material was snug against your curves fitting like a glove. Your makeup was darker than you would have normally done on any other given day but since this was such a fancy event for one of your closest friends— you smoked out a brown eyeshadow across your lids and added a heavy coat of mascara to your lashes with a thin line of eyeliner. Your favorite lipstick swiped delicately across your lips.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you are pleased at your reflection. A patch of doubt trickles up your chest making you question if you should change. Is it too much? Is it over the top? But all that comes to a halt when loud banging is heard on your door. Stopping your spiraling shame cold in its tracks.
“Tooty?” Eddie raps on the door, “Steve just pulled up. You ready or are we leaving your ass at h—”
For the first time in Eddie’s life he is speechless. Not counting the time that his jaw was wired shut for 6 months when he took his skateboard off the roof of Gareth’s house in middle school.
Tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, dry and itchy like eighty grade sandpaper. His eyebrows are lifted, tucked beneath his bangs. It’s as if everything was going in slow motion, he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, he was stunned by the drop dead gorgeous woman in front of him.
Your beauty wasn’t something that just happened in a movie with you pouncing down the stairs to some cheesy song with your friends clapping at the top and high-fiving over their “miracle makeover”. Eddie just simply wasn’t accustomed to seeing you dressed up like this.
It’s taking everything in him to not spring forward like a rabid dog and close the gap between you. Slot his lips against yours. A desperate, needy kiss so full of urgency that your head would spin. He’d keep you in the spinning wonderland until both of you were seconds from passing out. Dizzy from the floating clouds and blissful euphoria soaring around in his arms. He wants to grab your waist, wants to fist his fingers around the nape of your neck, wants to see the way your mouth would open with a gasp as he kissed your collar bone, so sweetly, so delicately— his name a whisper on your breath. He’d kiss your lips until they were chapped, sore, and tender to match his. Then he’d kiss them better, his lips the antidote, curing your craved pain.
He’d give anything— his van, his guitar, the band whatever it took— just to get a taste. In this dream land he’s everything you wanted, everything you needed. You loved him, adored him. Accepted his flaws, his past, his scars. He’d hold you tight while you slept, your head tucked into the crook of his neck, stealing sleepy kisses on your hair, enamored by the perfume of your hair, intoxicated, drugged by the lust of your skin. He’d learn how to cook, make you delicious meals, clean the house, do the laundry, be the perfect man. All for you.
He wanted to feel your body forming and molding around him. Yearned to know the valleys of your body, each curve, each beauty mark, each scar visible or not. If it weren’t for his heart hammering into his ears he would have thought he had gone deaf for sure.
You’re talking but he can’t hear you.
He’s still in the dream land, dancing on Saturn’s rings, cooling his feet in Jupiter’s springs, holding your hand and taking you higher with him. Your smile taking flight in his chest and ascending you along the majestic sights of the Milky Way. Completely gone from this world. A world where you were his, and he was yours.
The more he fantasizes it— the more the impossibility of this dream increases. His bravado falls, crashing through the sparkly dream with fluffy clouds, falling further down. Away from you. Away from the dream he wanted, craved to be reality.
He fell through the clouds, clinging to your fingers, would you reach out for him? Help him? Save him?
Would you ever want to be his? He was Eyeball’s friend, Prince of the Trailer Park, probably annoyed you more than Eyeball himself did. You were beautiful and put together, and him? He was lint in the dryer, causing house fires when forgotten about. Voted most likely to end up in prison for the graduating class of ‘85 and ‘86. A failure, a crack in the sidewalk you’d avoid to break your mother’s back as a kid.
Avoid the trailer park trash. Avoid Eddie Munson.
So he pushed the thoughts away, the ooey galaxy of cotton candy trees and rainbow lollipops— fading back to black as he fell faster harder, back to reality. The dead, decaying ashen life of shitville Hawkins, Indiana. Where reality came in the form of working long days to barely survive. A name branded to his soul, weathered and tarnished like forgotten silverware in a rich dementia riddled woman’s home.
Nothing. Munson trash. The town freak. Social outcast. Scum in the drain. Bastard child.
“Earth to Eddie!”
A snap of your fingers and the impatient wrinkles between your brow bring his soul back to his body.
“S-sorry,” he stuttered, wiping his clammy palms on the thighs of the cleanest pair of black jeans he owned, “We—uh,” blush creeps to his cheeks, adamant to push it down, to the cobwebbed box in his brain that never opened, he grabs your hand and starts to yank you towards the door, a gruff annoyance in his voice, “let’s go.”
You’re crestfallen.
Oblivious to his inner intergalactic battles of hoping that he was good enough for you but deep down knowing he never would be.
Not anywhere near the suaveness of Casanova he pretends to possess on most days, motor-mouth Munson was all out of gas. Spending his last tank, last drop of fuel taking you to the moon and spinning you amongst the stars.
-
Steve is wearing a black suit, standing against a new SUV, shiny ink black like the velvet of your dress, and the pretty girl’s hair standing next to him, she’s wearing a purple velour sweetheart neckline dress, with rhinestone straps, her shoulders are bare until the dress continues to cover her arms, into a full sleeve. Robin is hanging out of the back passenger side window, a tie hung loosely around her neck and a white button down tailored shirt adorning her body. Waving a bottle of Boonesfarm around.
“Come on! Let’s party like it’s 1984! Before Steve had this new bitchin’ car and still half of his virgini—“
“Robin!” Steve scolds, threading his fingers through his hair, the girl on his arm shooting Robin a pleasurable laugh, her hand on Steve’s chest.
Eddie is still dragging you along, hurrying you along. In a rush but not saying a word. “Eddie, Jesus Christ, stop, I have to get my purse,” you yank your wrist from his grip and take a step backward. Silent and fuming, your arms crossed over your chest. Looking up at him with water brimmed eyes, corners of your mouth turned downward in a confused frown.
It’s the same expression he had seen during the first few days he had moved in, when he hurt you.
Shaking his head with a huff he descends the concrete steps and stands next to Robin, clutching the Boonesfarm bottle and taking a long hefty swig, wallowing in his own self pity and self doubt of never being good enough for you.
Of course this is how it would be with you. Why would you ever want him when there are people like Steve Harrington in the world. Offering you anything and everything you could ever need. And what could he offer you? Nothing. A tainted name and a ring pop replacing a diamond.
He wasn’t good enough for Chrissy, wasn’t good enough for Trish. How would you be any different? Swallowing his pride with each swig of the sugary Boonesfarm, he tries his hardest to push the idea of you wanting to be with him, wanting anything other than someone to take up space and pay rent on time, out of his mind.
“Tooty,” Steve says, waving you over once you shut the door to the house and locked it, “Eddie, this is Leighanne, my girlfriend.”
A smile breaks on your face, pure unadulterated joy for your friend. The way his face lit up saying girlfriend, the way they’re clutched together, a perfect match, him looking adoringly into her face, staring in wonder and awe as she beams a radiating light back up to him— it’s sugar sweet.
A low ache in your chest fires again, whatever had burned for Eddie was now boiling on high heat but the pot was empty.
You thought that maybe he… hadn’t he? The bitter truth stinging your tongue, not admitting it to yourself. Not allowing yourself to think any further on the subject, you extend your smile to Leighanne. Pleasantries in your voice as you push down your own worrying heart and open it up to hear all about how Leighanne and Steve met.
“Damn, new fancy job and a car to match— never seen one of these in real life before Harrington.”
Steve dives into the story of him trading in his car for the G Wagon, a year old and less than 10,000 miles. Eddie asked questions and walked around the vehicle with Steve as he kicked the tires and inspected the paint job.
The ride to Indianapolis was full of Leighanne’s bright laugh, teasing Steve and joking with Robin. Her fingers never unlaced from his. She was funny, charismatic in a way that complimented Steve. You’re stuffed in the middle in the backseat. Robin on your left and Eddie on your right, preoccupied with staring out the window.
He’s brooding, steeping like a tea bag in the heat of the sun. Only he’s cold, off putting and sulking. Not engaging once in conversation other than. Answering yes or no to Steve’s questions, giving little up.
And you were doing the same, trying hard to focus on what Robin and Leighanne were giggling about but finding Eddie’s bad mood taking you over. His pitch black aura sucking you in and consuming you. Dampening the celebratory night for your friend that hasn’t even begun because he’s irritated by God knows what. It’s the longest ride to Indianapolis you’ve experienced yet.
The restaurant is burnt brick with an old prohibition era feel to it. Low jazz music is playing by a live band in the back corner. Reservations for Harrington bring the five of you to a secluded area low lit with hues of blacks and coppers and mahogany wood filling the space, setting the ambience for a private affair. The round table is set with a cream colored silk cloth that alone probably cost more than the value of your house.
Steve pulls out a chair for Leighanne. A pinky rouge on her cheeks as she sits down delicately. Robin climbs next to her, body angled towards her, her feet on the seat of her chair.
Taking the seat next to Robin, Eddie takes the seat next to you, angling it ever so slightly away from you, his right elbow on the table, head facing away from you.
What the fuck?
Two waiters arrive holding a large round platter filled with various selections of wines, whiskey, and beers in stout glasses. Each one filled to the brim of the finest liquor ranging in black browned ale to lighter amber on one side, the others full of their house made brew, an inch head of foam in each glass, and wine ranging from white to a deep burgundy red.
Before the waiter can even walk away Eddie has two glasses of the dark colored whiskey in front of him, shooting them down like he’s at a high school party and has a curfew. “Shit man, these are for sipping, ya gotta ease into it a little,” Steve says with a chuckle. Eddie grabs another glass from the circle of the platter, sipping it slow between his lips, letting the fervor of the liquor burn his mouth, welcoming the burn.
-
Eddie hasn’t said a word to you all night. In fact— he’s ignoring you. Usually the first to start joking around, he’s completely sullen, sinking into his bad mood letting the veil of self loathing cover himself like a blanket, choking his insides. He’d converse with everyone but you. “Can you pass the pepper,” you’d asked after laughing obnoxiously with Leighanne about how Steve couldn’t throw a punch to save his life.
Silence.
“Eddie?” You ask again, “can you please pass me the pepper?”
Another ignored moment of silence from the brooding metalhead.
“Eddie! Hello!?”
Nothing.
A swift kick from Steve to the shins finally roused him alive, blinking his eyes slowly away from his glass, thumb moving over the condensation. “Dude—Tooty needs the pepper.”
Eddie looks at the pepper shaker with hooded, bored eyes, far from the conversation around the table. Trapped in the black box of dread in his mind. He scoots it closer to you but not enough by far. Scooting your chair back with a screech, you stand and lean across him, fully in his space. Encroaching on his doomed self with your perfume wafting into his nose. Your hairspray stinging his eyes when your hair brushes over your shoulder in front of him. It’s intoxicating. The way your necklace catches the light, as you lean over him hits his chest like a lightning bolt. b
A quick turn of your face and he catches your glare, heated and angry, but his eyes are soft, solemn, sad.
“Thanks, Eddie— really appreciate you helping me out there. Next time I’ll just lay across the table when I need something, or I could simply go fuck myself if that’s easier for you? Don’t want to interrupt whatever the fuck you’ve got going on.” you spit, venom on your lips dripping from your teeth as you aggressively shake the pepper on the salad.
Eddie stands abruptly, “going for a smoke,” he says to nobody in particular, Steve stands and follows him out, with the helping nudge of Leighanne’s elbow in his ribs.
The two guys strut outside, breathing in the night air, a flick of lighters and the burning, crinkling sound of the end of two cigarettes fills the almost barren sidewalk. A minute or so passes before Steve speaks first, “nice night out, considering it’s the middle of November.”
Eddie only nods, inhaling the smoke and trying to relax.
“You alright?”
Again, Eddie only answers with body movements, shrugging his shoulders, blowing smoke through his nose.
Steve inhaled his cigarette slow, “Tooty looks nice tonight.”
Eddie bites his bottom lip and rubs his eyes with this thumb. Smoke curling around him in a makeshift halo. “Yeah,” he finally speaks, nodding his head, a huffed chuckle on his lips, “she does, doesn’t she?”
“What’s going on, man?” Steve questions, “last I knew you were head over heels for her— now you’re ignoring her and acting like a jackass in there.” He says pointing to the door, “you’re gonna fuck this up before you’ve even let it start!”
Eddie shoves himself off the wall, the cobwebs on the box in his mind where he stored his pain, were wiped away, fingerprints on the lid, “oh give it up, Harrington.” Rubbing his hands down his face with a groan, “I’m— fuck, I’m so fucking stupid. Falling for someone like her.”
“What do you mean someone like her?” Steve asks frustrated, “fuck man you really are dumb aren’t you?”
“What?” Eddie asks, his chest puffed out in confusion, “this isn’t like some magic eight ball shaking it to see if your crush likes you Steve! That’s not how shit works!”
“You’re a dumbass! Even I can see that she’s hurt by the way you’re acting!” Steve shouts, stomping out his cigarette.
“Dude I’m not talking about this right now, back off,” Eddie pleads, flicking his cigarette into the street and attempting to walk around Steve.
“Why are you being an asshole and trying to shove her away?” Steve goads.
“I’m not.” Lid is off the box, contents exposed.
“Don’t be a douche fucking tell me!”
“Because she’s too fucking good for me!” Eddie finally screams into the night, throwing his hands up in the air.
The box is dumped out. Contents spilled out in his mind, hurt behind his eyes, for anyone to see.
He hangs his head, shoulders slumped forward, he slides down the wall and sits on the cool concrete, breathing heavily, “She’s— fuck, she’s never gonna want to be with someone like me, man.”
All of his self doubt from earlier tonight, all the pain he’s ever felt from being a neglected child, an outcast in school amongst his peers, being cheated on, lied to— it all came crashing down around him. All the alcohol he consumed wasn’t helping matters either.
He was a failure, in more ways than he could count. Twenty-six and just freshly moved out of his uncle’s place. Twenty-six and still playing in a band at the bar on the weekends. Twenty-six and still alone. Horribly, utterly, bitterly alone. Drowning himself in groupie pussy every night before he moved in with you. He hated himself.
“Has she said that? Did you ever think that maybe she doesn’t care what anyone else thinks? You think it was easy for her to stay in Hawkins after her parents up and left? After Kevin was thrown in prison? After that piece of shit Chad Cunningham hurt her? If there’s anything we know about Tooty it’s that she’s a fighter, she could have left at any time, packed her shit and never looked in the rear view mirror. But you and I know that she’s too damn stubborn to let Hawkins get the best of her.”
Eddie lifts his head, looking at Steve sitting beside him.
“She needs you, man, you’re good for her.”
Mansion dreams on a trailer park budget. He could never afford the things you deserved. He loathed the thought of anyone else being able to give you the things he couldn’t, the pit of his stomach rolling.
“I don’t know, Steve,” Eddie says, timidly throwing his curly head against the brick behind him, “I saw her today all dressed up looking so absolutely gorgeous, and it hit me, I could never give her the life she deserves.”
“Come on, man,” Steve chides, knocking his shoulder to Eddie’s, “you really think I would have told you about her needing a roommate and insisting that you go and look at the house, if I didn’t think you’d be good for each other?”
Eddie shrugs his shoulders again, the self doubt creeping back, putting the box back together.
“After Nancy moved out, I knew she was scared— she’d never say anything about it, but we worried about it. She needed someone around who she could trust. Robin and I couldn’t get out of our lease, but then you told me you were looking for a place, and honestly there isn’t anyone better for her than you.”
Eddie thinks on this for a few seconds. Steve was right, he did fuck this up. “Christ, she’s probably madder than hell at me right now,” he says with a groan.
“Yeah,” Steve agrees, standing and holding out a hand for Eddie, “you’ve got some making up to do.”
-
“Am I drunk, or is he acting weird as hell tonight, like more weird than usual?” Robin slurs, almost falling out of her seat as she whisper-yells across the table at you the minute Steve follows Eddie out the door.
“Oh, honey,” Leighanne whispers, holding Robin by her arm and guiding her back into the chair, “you’re very drunk, but also I’ve never met him, but he seems sad.”
Stewing in a pot of shame and regret, you try to tune Robin and Leighanne out. A shiver of hatred stirs in your chest, pulling at your heart strings and gnawing on the fleshy stretch cords until they’re rotting, black and withered.
How silly of you to be so nervous about wearing this dress, when Eddie only took one look at you and immediately turned sour. How stupid of you to think that he had somehow turned into a decent human being, a friend, a confidant, a shoulder to cry on when you were desperate and needing consoling. How fucking dumb of you to be so mad in this moment that he was ignoring you, acting like a complete jerk and ruining this nice evening by being a pouty child.
Fuck him, and fuck this.
Reaching for the now warm wine you toss it back, chugging until your throat ached. It’s easier to swallow than the embarrassing way you thought that Eddie was growing to like you. Your mistake.
Won’t happen again.
-
By the time the guys come back, you were slightly buzzed, feeling giggling with the bubbling of the flutes of champagne that had been brought out after the dinner was cleared from the table.
Steve slaps Eddie on the back and shakes his shoulders a bit, sitting down quickly beside Leighanne and whispering into her ear, she turns scarlet red as he nudges his nose down to kiss her neck. You turn your face away, ashamed again, for wanting a love like that so bad, yet sold short.
“You okay?” Robin asks Eddie. You can feel eyes on you, burning into the side of your face, but you won’t give him the time of day. To hell with him.
He answers her back, making up some lame excuse about not feeling good as to why he was acting like an asshole all night.
“Hmm,” you hum, raising your eyebrows and huffing. Tossing your napkin from your lap onto the table, grabbing another flute of champagne and downing it instantly, crossing your legs and leaning further away from him. “Isn’t that funny?”
“Tooty?” His voice is soft, dipped in butter and spread across a warm croissant. Almost timid the way he’s barely speaking above a whisper, you pretend not to hear him.
A nudge in your side goes unanswered as you turn your face towards an almost passed out Robin. Another poke to the ribs, a ticklish spot for anyone. A tap on your hand, fervent and annoying, your name repeated in high and low tones, as you actively avoid him. He finally stops, and when he does you take a shaky breath, right as your chair is flung backwards on the back legs, and you’re suddenly upside down, peering into Eddie’s face. That cocky Munson grin plastered onto it, the one you haven’t seen all night, sends shock waves to your core, and a burn to your chest.
Goddamn him.
“Put me down,” you emphasize with bitterness behind each word.
Eddie smiles widely, “not until you talk to me, sweetheart,”
“Oh look at that everyone, the pouting child act is over, guess we are blessed after all,” you spit back, crossing your arms and trying to wriggle the chair free.
His smile is pulled back slightly, voice dipped low as he leans forward slightly, “can we talk? Privately?”
You glare back at him, venomous cold eyes peering into his, hoping he understood how annoyed and hurt you were with the bullshit he’d been pulling for hours, “Congratulations on finding your voice Ariel, but if you don’t put my chair down I’ll—“
“What? You’ll do what?” Eddie bickers back with a grin, leaning closer you can smell his musky cologne, and the burnt scent of his cigarette on his breath. He enjoys watching you squirm and get pissed off at him. Something about the way you scold him sends him over the moon.
But, he could never anticipate what you would do next.
His hands on the back of your chair, you turn your head in a swift motion and find his thumb and bite down on it until he squeals and yelps in pain.
“…bite you,”
Instinct taking over Eddie pulls his hands from the back of your chair. And you start tumbling backwards. Falling falling, reaching backwards, you grab onto the first thing you can get your frantic hands on.
It all happens too fast, one minute you’re falling backwards, the next your fingers are gripped tight on the buckle of Eddie’s belt. Your breath hitched in your chest, as you grappled to stay upwards. In a swift motion Eddie grabs under your arms and the chair falls to the ground.
Eddie pulls you up, your body skimming his as he turns you around to face him. “Damn, I’m right here. No need to get so handsy,” he murmurs in a low husky laugh.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself, sudden shock of fear fading from your body as you look into his face. Even though he’s laughing, his pupils are blown and dark, eyebrows twisted inward, and raised, pulled into concern.
“Fuck Munson,” you say, straightening your dress, trying not to melt from the heat of Eddie’s hands on your waist, “trying to kill me?” The room was spinning, you hadn’t hit your head, but maybe the rush of falling backwards mixed with the alcohol you had drank was a combination for a migraine. Definitely not the way he was lazily drinking you in, his lips stretching into a wide, pretty smile.
“Kill you?” He scoffs, hands still heavy on your waist, rubbing slow circles with his thumbs, sending your nerves into a fizzing frenzy of want. “I’m not the one biting others, kitten.”
Of all the nicknames Eddie has called you— princess, sweetheart, baby— kitten was a new one. And you’re ashamed at the pulse in your core and the heat in your cheeks as his eyes twinkle like brown Christmas lights back at you, the flick of his tongue against his lips almost sends you into cardiac arrest.
“Hey—“ Steve interrupts, stepping into your peripheral vision, “—don’t mean to break this up—but we have a problem.”
-
“Alright guys, good news or bad news?”
Steve steps through the lobby door to the sidewalk, where you, Leighanne, Robin and Eddie were all waiting for him. The chill of the night air is biting through your tights and stinging your cheeks. Even in the cozy musky warmth of Eddie’s leather jacket that he insisted on you wearing, after listening to your chattering teeth for ten minutes, “here,” he announced, stopping abruptly and shucking the jacket off his arms, and wrapping it around your shoulders, “I swear you’re gonna chip your teeth with the way you’re chattering them, it’s annoying,” he said in a faux grumble, his voice mean but his face lighting up when you hurriedly slot your arms through his jacket. Inhaling his smoke musk and cool leather combination as it dizzied your mind.
Ever since the restaurant kicked you all out on account of being too drunk, you’d been walking to a hotel. The restaurant manager had refused to let Steve get his car from the valet because they thought he was too intoxicated to drive. And also denied him from using the phone to hail a cab. There was no other choice.
So that's what led you all here. Walking fifteen blocks— in heels, dresses and fancy shirts, to the nearest hotel. Well technically thirty blocks because the waiter gave Steve the wrong directions. Everyone was freezing, tired and crabby. The drunken happy stage left about twenty blocks back.
“Bad news, Harrington hit me,” Eddie gripes.
Steve brushes his fingers through his hair, “Okay, uhh—bad news… there’s only one room available, with two beds.”
“But, there’s one… two…three..four.. six of us!” Robin counts, hiccuping loudly and letting a giggle escape her slack mouth. Maybe the restaurant wasn’t wrong in kicking you all out after all.
“No— there’s five of us, but there is a chair!” Steve chimes, “that’s the good news!”
You knew what that meant, obviously you would be sharing a bed with Robin or Eddie, and given the fact that Robin was probably a good ten minutes away before she started throwing up like she was notorious for— you were about to share a bed with Eddie.
-
The room was small but decent. Maroon, itchy bedspreads with pilling fabric sat atop the beds, white linen sheets and overly stuffed pillows with matching cases shoved into the perfectly made beds. A tiny tv sat atop a chestnut dresser complete with channel listings and a remote velcroed to it. Leighanne crosses the room and immediately finds the furnace, cranking it up as high as it will go and shutting the drapes, she sits on the bed furthest from it, and begins taking her earrings out of her ears. Sighing with relief as the heavy dangly bejeweled gems clink onto the bedside table. Steve sits beside her, leaning forward and grabbing her ankle, delicately sliding the strappy heels from her sore feet, rubbing them between his hands and murmuring apologies to her, kissing her shoulder.
Eddie is kicking the toe of his boot into the carpet, hands pushed into his pockets and looking downward. The awkward question of who-will-sleep-where is weighing heavy on your mind, just when you’re about to ask him what he thinks, Robin pushes between you both and makes a mad dash to the bathroom. Like clockwork.
“I’m never letting her drink again!” Steve says with a huff, “every time, she does this every single time!”
You snort out an exhausted giggle, this night went to hell in a handbasket the minute you left Hawkins. The only thing left to do was laugh about it.
Leaning your body against the wall, you carefully step out of your heels, the dingy carpet a glorious welcome to your aching feet. Stretching your toes out and wiggling them against the carpet brings a sigh to your lips.
Body tired from the constant shivering and cramped calves, you couldn’t wait to get the dress off and feel the warmth of the blanket around you, cocooning yourself like a caterpillar in a chrysalis.
Fuck.
You didn’t have any clothes with you, just the dress you were wearing, tights and a black thong. If it was Eddie you’d be sharing a bed with, what the hell were you supposed to wear? The thought hadn’t even trickled into your mind until this very second as you noticed Eddie unlace his boots.
Panic riddles your body, fuck would you lay naked next to him? Should you keep the dress on?
“Hey,” Eddie whispers into your ear, reigning you back in with his velvet voice, “there’s a vending machine by the elevator, wanna come with me?”
His lips contort into a smirk, and his hair wisps against your cheek, tickling your skin as you turn into him. Still wearing his jacket the neckline covers your mouth and nose as you nod your head yes.
-
The low pile fibers of the emerald and turquoise hallway carpet feels plush and luxurious against your nylon toes. A welcomed dream to your throbbing feet. You focus on the intricate leaves pattern as you walk the hallway with Eddie, his socked feet thudding along softly in tandem with yours.
The silence is deafening, and you can practically hear your heart beat out of your chest when his knuckles ever so gently, ever so delicately, graze yours as he swings his hand when he walks.
“Think it’s this way,” Eddie says pointing a thick ringed finger down a hallway at a T intersection. “I’m so hungry I’m going to eat the carpet if I don’t find something to eat.”
“Should have ate while we were at the restaurant,” you poke at him, “but you were too busy being an asshole.”
Eddie chokes out a throaty laugh, “I saved your life, Tooty— how am I still an asshole?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call me-falling-because-you-tipped-my-chair-backwards saving my life, but whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart,” you barely choke out the last part before you burst into a too-tired giggle, hiding your mouth with the collar of his jacket.
His own nickname on your lips burns his insides, mocking or not he wanted to hear it again and again.
“You fight dirty, I had no idea you were into biting.” Eddie teases, his eyes bright and playful matching his smirk, the vending machine comes into view and his eyes light up even more, “oh fuck yeah, come to daddy!”
The black vending machine is lit with a flickering light over head. Eddie thumbs through his wallet and grabs out ten one dollar bills.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Eddie crooned, “pick your vice.”
Deciding on a package of orange squared crackers with cheese, Eddie buys a bag of chocolate cookies, chips, and two bags of candy.
Carrying five cans of pop from the pop machine and Eddie’s plethora of snacks, both of your arms are full.
“So back to you assaulting me—I’m going to take your dental record down to Hopper— I’m turning you in.”
Laughing harder than anyone should have at midnight, your laugh echoes off he walls and bounces around the hallway. Making Eddie’s heart soar with glee. “Turning me in huh?”
Eddie knocks his shoulder into yours, throwing you off balance slightly, “yeah, I’m turning you in, you could have rabies! And I could start foaming at the mouth in my sleep, you’re dangerous and when I get home I’m taking you to the vet!”
The flirty banter is undeniable between you, his giggles match yours as you pad slowly down the hallway. Cheeks burning, coy smiles filling the empty hallway.
Stopping in the hallway with one hip thrown out and a perfectly placed look of innocence on your face you ask in the sweetest voice you could muster, “I’m dangerous? Me?” Making sure you bat your lashes and pout your bottom lip.
Here it was, his opportunity to show you what you really meant to him. No longer laughing, his face turns very serious. Shuffling the snacks around in his arms so he has a hand free, he reaches up to your face, tracing the outline of your jaw and brushing the pad of his thumb delicately against your cheek.
“Baby,” he whispers, that velvet smooth voice on his tongue, eyes dipped in gold and yearning into your own, “I wouldn’t turn this cute face in even if you murdered that son-of-a-bitch, Mr. Derry.”
Heart rate increases, you’re sure there's a pulse where Eddie’s hand is placed on your cheek. The calloused pads of his thumbs stroking your cheek has you weak in the knees. Tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.
“Cute?” You exclaim, feigning shock, heat trickling up your neck and planting itself into your cheeks, the warmth spreading below Eddie’s hand.
His eyes are trained on yours, flicking from your lips and back up again, and you know whatever he says next 100%, without a doubt shouldn’t be taken lightly.
“Tooty,” Eddie breathes, his voice melting around you, forming to every cell in your body and holding you tight. “You’re beautiful, and not just tonight…every single day.”
No one.
Not your parents.
Definitely, not Chad.
Nobody.
Has ever uttered those words to you. The final wall around your heart falls, crumbling at the base with Eddie holding a sledge hammer to it, begging to be let in.
This menace, prick, pervert, absolutely disgusting man. Has made you fall for him and without words has made it clear that he’s falling for you too.
Butterflies tickle your stomach the rest of the walk back to the room.
-
Steve and Leighanne are already asleep by the time you make it back, she’s wrapped tight against his bare chest, a hand threaded at the nape of his neck and through the tufts of his chest hair. His lips lay lazily against her forehead.
Robin took the comforter from the other bed and made a makeshift bed in the tub, Eddie places a can of 7-UP next to her, rustling her hair and making sure she’ll be okay for the night.
Flipping through the channels and leaning your back against the headboard, you find an episode of the Golden Girls, opening your snack crackers and nibbling into them,a can of Pepsi nestled between your knees. Eddie runs and jumps onto the bed beside you and starts ripping open his snacks, starting with the chips, and cracking open a can of Mountain Dew. Chugging the lime colored liquid until it drops down his chin.
He lets out a louder than life belch and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Looking over at you to see if you’re impressed.
You raise up ten fingers and clap, applauding his behavior.
“I’d like to thank my fans, and the Pepsi company, for encouraging the best of burps, with the help of carbonation.” He bows and waves like he’s at the academy awards and you giggle along with him.
You both stay like that for a while, on top of the blankets, watching the Golden Girls and eating snacks, content with filling your stomachs with crappy food and over carbonated beverages.
-
The looming idea of sleeping in the same bed with Eddie is no longer something you can avoid, when a loud yawn escapes your body and has you snuggling deeper into his leather jacket.
“I—I can sleep in the chair, or on the floor.” He says quickly.
The idea of him sleeping on the floor or with a strained neck in the office chair is unacceptable to you. “No, you can sleep in the bed with me, we can—“ thinking fast for an easy solution, “we can just use different blankets.”
“Oh good,” Eddie whispers, taking off his already loosened tie, and unbuttoning his shirt, “because I would bet a million dollars that you’re a blanket thief.”
Laughing and unzipping his leather jacket, you smirk, hanging it on the back of the chair, “how do you have the vocabulary of a ten year old and a foul sailor all at the same time?”
Eddie unzips his pants and untangles his legs from the dark denim, sitting on the bed with a groan in just his boxer briefs, “I’m like a poor Peter Pan, who grew up on the wrong side of tracks, I’ll never grow up.”
Foregoing any previous thoughts of keeping the dress on, you decide to take it off, exhausted from the night, the cold seeping into your bones and chilling them made you almost delirious with needing sleep, “Can you—will you close your eyes?” You ask in a hushed voice, “at least until I lay down?”
Eddie yanks hard on the sheet and wraps it around his head in a giant makeshift blindfold. “Will this work?”
This angle gives you free range to see his body. It’s not as if you haven’t seen him like this before, but this time it felt different. Every inch of his creamed colored skin, every inky smoked out line of tattoos, the veins protruding from his muscled arms, the ruddy roughness of his knuckles, ghosting with the silver rings on his fingers and in his nipples. The fading sun colored bruises on his ribs. You could write sonnets on the way his breath expands his chest and falls back flush with the rest of his body.
It’s hard to peel your eyes away, but you manage, grabbing your dress by the bottom hem lifting it off of your body. Sliding the tights down your legs until you are completely naked besides the silk black thong. Covering yourself with the off white cotton threaded blanket on the bed, you wrap it around you and sit delicately on the other side of the bed, facing the window, and the furnace.
“I’m done,” you announce, laying your head onto the goose feather pillow and facing Eddie, curling your legs to your chest. Taking slow breaths through your nose to even out your nerves and settle yourself down, the excitement of laying next to Eddie in a bed with both of you only wearing underwear has your body throbbing.
“Finally!” He exaggerates, “were you wearing a dress from the 1800s with all those fancy layers?”
“I was having some trouble with the zipper,” you lie.
“Funny—“ Eddie preens, “I didn’t see a zipper on your dress.”
The idea of him watching you, eyes stuck on your silhouette all night, through dinner, walking to the hotel, makes you feel less bad about staring at him before you crawled into bed. You clench your thighs together.
“How would you know there wasn’t a zipper? Unless of course— you were gawking.”
Two can play this game, and what Eddie didn’t realize is that you’d gotten pretty good at bantering with him.
“Why would you say your dress had a zipper when it didn’t? Maybe you were the one gawking, I mean I get it sweetheart, I’m funny and sexy. Double whammy.”
“Good night, Eddie.” You say with a final laugh. “And I swear to God, if this bed starts jerking in any way—I’ll shave your head and bleach your eyebrows.”
He lets out a laugh loud enough that it makes Steve roll over, scolding you both, about the time and needing to get some sleep. Always in mom mode.
“Sorry dad,” Eddie whispers, giggling like a little kid as he tucks himself in, and turns off the tv and the light between the two beds.
You close your eyes and breathe deeply, allowing sleep to take over your body. Sleep finds you quickly, a deep dreamless sleep, you aren’t sure if you’re awake or not when you feel a pair of lips on the crown of your hair line, a hand moving your hair away from your face, and a voice whispering to you, “good night, pretty girl.”
-
The next morning, Steve drops you and Eddie off at your house. The ride home seemed to drag on forever, everyone was hungover and trying to stay awake. Robin having her head out of the window for most of the drive. Still gagging from the night before.
Getting into Hawkins, Eddie turns towards you, a menacing smirk on his lips and a devil gleam in his eyes, “rock, paper scissors for dibs on first shower?”
“You’re on Munson,”
-
“I just don’t understand how paper beats rock!” Eddie complains as he takes a piss talking to you as you take a shower. The humidtiy from the bathroom moistens his curls, frizzing them into oblivion, “in what fucking universe does a paper lying over a goddamn rock win?”
Placing the razor against the white pillowy peaks of the shaving cream you slide it up your leg, careful to not cut your knee. “Don’t be a sore loser because you chose rock three times in a row.
“It’s the most common way to win!” He whines, slamming the toilet seat down and plopping himself on top of it. “Are you almost done? I feel like I’ve been freezing for 24 hours, I never warmed up lastnight.”
Rinsing the last bit of conditioner from your hair you turn the water off, throwing a hand out from the shower curtain to reach for your robe, wrapping it around you tightly, and opening the shower, you notice that Eddie looks paler than usual.
“Are you getting sick?” You place the back of your hand on his forehead, it’s clammy and abnormally warm. The twinkle he almost always has in his eyes is gone, he looks rundown. “In the nicest way possible, you look like hell.”
“I feel like shit,” Eddie complains.
“Here,” you offer, starting the water for him, “take a hot shower and I’ll go make us some food.”
-
When Eddie gets out of the shower the kitchen smells of sweet thick batter, sprinkled with a hint of cinnamon. The waffle iron you had bought with Nancy before Halloween worked like a dream, it was in better condition than you had thought.
Two plates are sitting on the counter, as Eddie walks into the kitchen, wearing a hoodie and sweats, he comes behind you, moving your hips gently to the side as he peers over your shoulder to see what you’re making.
“Waffles?!” He squeals into your ear, “I didn’t know we even had a waffle press thing,” he says, messing up your still damp hair with a tousle, “wait is that the thing that’s kept in the bathroom under the sink?”
Racking your brain you try to envision what he’s thinking of, “no Eddie that would be Nancy’s hot rollers, for her hair..”
“Well that’s not edible,” he says walking to the fridge and pulling out his jug of milk.
Hollering over your shoulder and opening the waffle iron to carefully remove the perfect round breakfast delicacy from the iron with a fork, you announce, “that’s why they’re in the bathroom, under the sink. I bought the waffle iron when Nancy and I went shopping a few weeks ago, how are you feeling?”
Taking a big gulp of milk Eddie mutters, “better, much better, I’m just really tired.”
Plating the waffles and getting the syrup from the cabinet you set the plates down at the table, bringing over two glasses and two sets of silverware, “can you grab the orange juice, and the butter?”
Bringing the requested items to the table, Eddie sets them down, next to the napkin holder. Grabbing a knife hastily and spreading the pale yellow butter around the crispy pockets of the waffle, melting into delicious puddles of savory goodness, awaiting the courtship to be reunited with the sticky sweet syrup to combine into heavenly wedded bliss.
Cutting his waffle and diving in, the kitchen is surrounded by sound of Eddie’s satisfied moans, “fuck,” he cries with a mouthful of food, shoveling more in, “this is so fucking good, you’re a saint— no no! Wait, an angel.”
The waffles were good, the perfect amount of crispy and soft. Eddie finished both of his waffles in record time.
“So where did you get this thing?” he asked curiously, pointing to the waffle iron on the counter.
“With Nancy—oh! I completely forgot!” you say excitedly, “I got a record too, it’s by the rest of them near your record player, I didn’t want to use it and break it.”
Eddie pads over to the record player and thumbs through the stack on the shelf.
He had already been staring at the record for over a minute before you spoke again, saying his name asking if he wanted another waffle.
“Damn,” he interrupts you sniffing loudly, “I haven’t heard this since…”
He carefully pulls the sleeve from the record and slots it in place, putting the needle in place. The soft twang of Bobbie Gentry’s guitar plays as she plucks the strings, a few beats in and her sultry, smoky voice begins singing, retelling the story of the day she found out the fate of Billie Joe.
Eddie sits cross legged on the floor next to the record player, staring in awe. His socked feet tucked under his thighs. Elbows digging into his legs.
His mind drifts to a small house on the outskirts of Hawkins, the paint peeling and chipping away, a dog named Ruby running alongside him as he pedals his bike up the dirt lane.
She was standing in the kitchen, her soft brown curls waving behind her as she ashed a cigarette and cut his ham sandwich into squares, taking the crust off. She hummed along to the waning wonky tunes of the radio as Bobbie Gentry sang about Billie Joe. Her smile fading in his memory.
He never allowed himself to think of her. Despite what Uncle Wayne and the therapist at the stuffy office with the seafoam green painted walls, the cheerful posters with kids and their perfect families staring at him as he glared at the floor, toe of his converse trying to dig a hole through the tile. It only brought him sadness. It was something he couldn’t talk about, not to anyone. The panic attacks in the night when he dreamt of the day she was taken from him, right in front of his big doe eyes, would send Wayne into a frenzy. Helping Eddie breath, making the small child ground himself with his surroundings. So he moved on, throwing himself into music, and his friends. Anything to keep his mind from thinking of that day. But here in your living room, twenty years later, it was all he could think of.
Her perfume, hints of jasmine and lilac a tinge of cigarette smoke underneath. The way her glasses were perched on her head as she read through the paper. Her light brown eyes, like caramel apples you’d see at the fair. Her long fingers always thumping along to whatever song she heard. The gift of a piano player. The way she would dance with him in the living room, barefoot and giggly as she swung him around and around. Those were the good memories, the ones before she was ripped away from him.
The song finishes and Eddie leans up onto his knees, placing the needle to replay it again, this time the warm tears are flowing freely, running down his cheeks. He no longer cared if you saw him cry like a baby.
You’re standing at the edge of the kitchen watching him. You figured his mom was dead by the way he never mentioned her. Chrissy once asked him about his parents after he mentioned his Uncle Wayne, and he blew it off, like he blew off lots of things, “shit, think she joined the circus, married the world’s strongest man.” You wonder if the fib was easier for him to tell himself. Rather have her still around, happy and breathing than what she actually was. You’ve only seen him like this one other time and that was after you saw Chad at the grocery store.
Steve had told you how concerned he was when he came in to talk with you. How scared he was, how bad he felt that he wasn’t around to protect you when you needed it. And just like he did for you, you’d do for him.
Walking gently towards him you stand behind him, not sure if lightly touching his shoulder would cross a boundary but wanting to reassure him, you do it anyway. The pads of your fingers daintily skim his shoulders, running soft figure eight patterns. His face is hidden by his curtain of hair but you can hear him sniffling softly. A soft squeeze of his shoulder and he wraps an arm around your bare calf, holding onto dear life as you pull him into you. His death grip on your leg almost has you falling over. You find yourself threading your fingers through his wet hair. Rubbing along his scalp, his shoulders jump and shake with a deep sigh as the song finishes again. Eddie peels himself from you and turns the record player off. Standing and looking at the ground. Toeing the carpet with his sock.
“I have…,” he says, clearing his throat, trying like hell to gain composure, “I haven’t heard that song in years… it was her favorite.”
Reaching for his hand your fingers find their way into the spaces between his. Squeezing and rubbing his pointer figure with the pad of your thumb. “Eddie,” you whisper to him, your small soft voice reaching out to him beckoning him.
His eyes turn to you, tear filled and red, his body shaking with a light sob. Instincts kick in and you don’t realize what’s happening before it does, you drag him down the hallway, into your room. The same room where he comforted you in the warmth of his arms, you sit down on your bed, your back to the headboard and bring him down with you, his head in your lap. his arms wrapped tight around your bare thighs. Brushing his hair away from his face with your fingers, his body is racked with sobs, the tops of your thighs wet with his tears. You rub his back, comforting him and whispering to him that you’re sorry, that it’s okay, that you’re here for him.
The dishes would have to wait.
When you wake, you’re snuggled down into the confinements of your bed. Blankets covering both you and Eddie, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle like a child with a balloon at the fair, afraid to let go. His body is curved with yours, his light snores tickling your hair. Not waking him, you gently fall back asleep, the thought that he was right, skids across your mind.
Eddie was the first guy to sleep in your bed— and your heart leaped when you selfishly hoped he never wanted to leave it.
A/N: SEE YOU IN VOL: VIII HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED
[this message is for read more —, you big nasty, smelling bitch. Why you took me off the mf schedule with your trifflin’ dirty ass. Big bitch Oompa Loompa body ass bitch, I’m comin up there and I’m gonna beat the fuck …… (it’s a reference from TikTok) BUT TRY ME READMORE TRY ME]
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semi creepy little thing inspired by @pfhwrittes's incredible soap x reader roommate piece and this thought i had once upon a time.
~1k words. unedited, because i'm about to be dragged out to watch sports.
gaz x reader.
cw: dick pic, stalking, masturbation
“That one’s no good,” A tongue clicks.
You turn from your close study of the tube of tomato paste in your hand and find a man inches from your side. The aisle was empty save for you a second ago. Either he’s light on his feet or a ghost. A twinned tingling of your belly and spine fires off mixed signals to your brain: Are we scared or horny?
Both.
He's handsome—he knows it, too, judging by the hook of his smile and the slight crinkle of his nose. He sports a scar on his cheek and the right amount of stubble. He looks down at you, all smug, like he's saved you from an unforgivable culinary mistake. He tears his deep brown eyes off you to reach toward the top shelf and selects a beautifully branded sealed box of paste. It's artisanal, not within your price range, and he sets it in your handbasket like you're shopping for dinner together.
“You’ve got to treat yourself to nice things once in a while.”
Oh, he thinks he’s so quick with it, doesn’t he?
You smile so wide it pushes the apples of your cheeks up like a cartoon chipmunk. It usually does the trick of deterring smarmy little bastards like this one. “Wow, thank you, what a gentleman.” The feigned saccharine lilt of your voice hurts after a long day on the phone, but the look on his face when you swap the pastes is worth it. You leave the fancy one on the shelf and continue down the aisle for pappardelle.
He finds you in produce. He doesn’t immediately approach, giving you space while you grab an onion and garlic, but he circles.
“So, what’s on our menu tonight?” He asks, inspecting the leek as you place a vine of tomatoes into the basket. He’s too close again. His hand lowers the vegetable to his own haul, purposefully skimming your skirt with the spindly leaves, letting the texture catch the fabric before he drops it in. Nutcase.
“I’m making pasta for my friends.”
He chuckles.
The dance continues around the store. He’s clearly following you through the store, not trying to hide it at all. He ‘helps’ you at the dairy. Heavy cream’s better than light, don’t you think? The spices. Babe, we can afford name brand. The meat counter. Bacon? No, no, here. Pancetta. You want that meat. Trust me. He’s insistent and inappropriate, yet his voice drips with the weirdest charm. Calls you ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. You let him continue. You should find an employee and tell him to buzz off, but he’s not really doing anything other than raising your grocery budget. Maybe you do deserve nice things, though. You sit on a seesaw, bouncing between sick interest and appropriate unease.
You’d always been a thrill-seeker, but stringing along a beautiful, perverted, and officious stranger? Were your last few dates so terrible?
By the time you reach checkout, you’re bored of his antics. He must be desperate to seal the deal and get your number, given how his approach escalates to trying to pay for your groceries.
“Is he bothering you?” The cashier asks bluntly, glaring daggers at your shadow. At the end of the counter, the bag boy’s head pops up, eyes wide at the question.
You glance at the hand, reaching past again to place a card on the counter. You catch half a name. Kyle. You look at the older man. “Yes, yes, he is.”
It’s a wonder what a few strategic smiles can do. They’re catnip to men like Gerald, the store manager who walks you out. He’s soft-spoken and apologetic and slips you a gift card. Your groceries are free, and so is next week’s haul if you promise to remain a loyal customer. If being followed by a harmless model of a man pays for your food, you’ve done stranger things for money.
Still, you take the long way to Alyssa’s and look over your shoulder. That night, over pappardelle alla Fiesolana, Grocery Kyle becomes a joke. A morbid fantasy you and your friends giggle over between glasses of wine. He becomes a real fantasy that night when you snake your hands between your legs beneath the duvet and imagine him smirking down at you. Condescending the whole time, he talks you through it. He’s the type that likes the sound of his own voice. Your fingers curl, and you cum at the idea of him scolding you for being so easy.
The following day, somewhat hungover on your couch, you warm your hands with coffee and open Instagram. One new follower. It's not so odd; you have hundreds of followers. Mostly bots at this point, but you're too lazy to weed them out. You don't post as often anymore, either, nor do you share exciting things. Flowers, cats you meet on your walks, and the rare selfie. So when you see that the new follower liked a photo from nine years ago, that sick little twinge sparks something in your belly. A spark that grows when another notification pops up. And another. They're on a liking spree, driving through your memory lane.
When they like your very first post on the account, an awkward self-portrait in front of your first-year dorm eleven years ago, you finally investigate.
‘Sgt141’ has no profile photo. No description. No followers. No posts. Only follows you. It’s another bot spamming your notifications for some unknown reason.
You forget about it until you post a selfie from the gym two weeks later. Nothing scandalous, just showing off your growing biceps. Sgt141 is the first to like it, and minutes later, you receive a DM request. You fully expect a generic chain, formulaic message about being your own boss. The dick is a surprise.
A very pretty and completely unsolicited surprise.
In an instant, you know whose dick you’re looking at.
You should be scared and report the message instead of screenshotting it. You should be disgusted, alarmed, and probably crying. Not stuffing your hand down your shorts.
Definitely shouldn’t respond.
> someone got a crush?
>> you have no idea.
> following me around the grocery store did it for you?
>> did a lot for me, actually.
> maybe you can follow me around the mall next time.
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NCT FIC REC : LEE JENO
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Jeno fic rec part.2
lionheart (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au, knight!au, monarch!au)
premium boy-toy (fav, smut, stripper!au)
step on a crack, dr.lee's gonna break your back (fav, smut)
wanna know what it's like (fav, smut)
yours to tame (fav, fluff, smut, knight!au, princess!au, royal!au)
koi no yokan (fav, smut, abo!au)
slick pup (fav, pervert!au, smut)
prince of wolves (fav, smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)
i suddenly realize my archnemesis is hot (fav,fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)
pride & perjudice (fav, fluff, angst, smut)
secret (smut, fluff, sub!jeno (kink discovery))
my sunset is yours (fluff, hogwarts!au)
helping hand (fluff, hogwarts!au)
sweet lies (smut, angstish, ghost!jeno!au)
heatstroke (mechanic!au, smut)
transfiguration spell (smut, fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)
sinking ships (smut, sailor!au, mermaid!au, horror!au)
tattooist!jeno (fluff, angst, tattooist!au, florist!au)
himbo (smut, himbo!jeno)
cute little intern (smut, ceo!au, intern!au)
mine only (smut)
possessive dad! (smut, pregnancy!au, soon to be parents!au)
ridin' club switching lanes (smut, streeracer!au)
sweet fury (smut)
rainfall (fluff)
the deal (fluff, college!au)
cigarettes after sex (fluff, angstish, suggestive, college!au)
just so you know x jaemin (smut)
change in you (smut, vampire!au, georgian-era!au)
puppy (smut, supernatural!au, werewolf!au)
sunshine (fluff, angst, mermen!jeno)
hit the breaks! (serie, smut, streetracer!au, mechanics!au)
rich purity (serie, smut, virgin!au)
the lucky one (fluff, angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)
son of morpheus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)
son of apollo (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)
son of shadows (part of elysios serie, fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)
the tale older than time (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)
late night company (fluff, comfort angst, demigod!au)
scream (smut (dirty smutt), halloween!au, ghostface!jeno)
possessive jeno (smut, roommate)
a different kind of exercise (smut, personal trainer!au)
the rock of gibraltar (smut)
jeno uses his strength against you (smut)
why dying my hair was the best decision of my life (fluff)
the bat & dove (smut, fluff, mafia!au, racer!jeno)
do you even know how to have fun? (angst to fluff, badboy!au)
take my breath (smut, abo!au)
puppy pound (smut, abo!au)
jealous (smut, abo!au)
sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)
destiny (smut, abo!au)
i'm a mouse duh! x jaemin (smut)
they're roommates x jaemin (smut)
sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)
stepbro alpha jeno (smut, abo!au, stepbro!au)
day6: overstimulation (smut)
day19: pet play (smut)
banana (smut)
guardian gloves (smut, angstish, boxer!au)
teddy bear (smut)
strong jeno (smut)
codename : monster (smut)
his order (smut, ceo!au)
sli(ck-p)up (smut, perv!jeno)
fireproof (smut, brotherbf!au, college!au)
size kink (smut)
only 'til dawn (smut, badboy!jeno, goodgirl!reader)
little wifey (smut, husband!au)
pretzel (smut, abo!au)
hard dom! (smut)
wrapped around your fingers (smut)
phone fuck me (smut, ghostface!au)
my first and last (smut, college!au)
the sequel x jaemin (smut, ghostface!au, halloween!au)
incubus!jeno (smut, incubus!au)
summer hair = forever young (smut, fluff)
cookie jar x jaemin (smut, stepbrother!au)
perv!jeno (smut, roommates!au, perv!au)
monster in hiding (smut, stalking!au)
can't take it? (smut)
can you handle it? x johnny, jaehyun, jaemin (smut)
ascention to the throne (serie, smut, royal!au, prince!au, political!au)
baby trapping (smut, sugardaddy!au)
shameless (smut, stepson!au)
undone (noncon, smut)
teddy bear -> our sick story, thus far x haechan (dubcon, smut)
stepbro!jeno part.2 (DUBCON, smut, stepbrother!au)
behind closed doors x haechan (smut, slight dubcon, stepbro!au)
the walls are thin x jaemin (DUBCON, smut)
shoplifter x mark (dubcon, smut, bodyguard!au, stepfather!au)
switch -> chain x johnny (dubcon, smut, neighbour?au)
arcade (continuation of switch/chain, smut)
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Compact Masterlist
of my Sebastian Sallow Fiction
For more details on my writings (including summaries and tags), check out my original Fanfiction Masterlist!
Red links go to AO3, normal to tumblr.
All one-shots are available on tumblr and can be read independent from each other, but some belong to a series and if you like to read all of them combined, check the AO3 link!
(mc=she/her, reader=you, f=female, m=male, gn=gender neutral)
🌶️ = NSFW 🌸= SFW
On-going series:
A Blessing and a Curse (f!Ravenclaw mc) 🌸
The Darkness Within (f!Gryffindor mc + Tom Riddle) 🌶️
Throw me into the Tempest (f!Hufflepuff reader) 🌸
In Your Care (f!mc/modern AU) 🌶️
Completed One-Shots/Series:
The Ghost under the Table (f!reader) 🌶️
The Friendly Ghost
The Sweet Revenge
Ghosts on the Table (Part 1)
Ghosts on the Table (Part 2)
A Night in the Undercroft (f!mc) 🌶️
The Night (Part 1)
The Night (Part 2)
The Nightmare
The Day After 🌸
A Filthy Fantasy (f!reader) 🌶️
A Filthy Fantasy (Part 1)
A Filthy Fantasy (Part 2)
Aftercare 🌸
A Scholar and a Pervert (f!reader) 🌶️
A Scholar and a Pervert
The Magic Toy (Part 1)
The Magic Toy (Part 2)
The Horny Ghost (f!mc + Richard Jackdaw) 🌶️
You were made for me and only me (f!mc) 🌶️
It belongs to me
Mine!
Yours to take
Darling, put your seed in me! (f!reader) 🌶️
It is that time again, darling!
Come back to bed, baby!
A Special Kind of Bond (f!reader) 🌶️
A Special Bond
A Special Guest
A Special Roommate
A Special Need
A Special Night
A Special Kind of Liquid
Pleasant Dreams... and Tentacles (f!mc) 🌶️
Pleasant dreams... and tentacles
Nightmares... and helpful snakes
Lessons in Love-Making (f!reader) 🌶️
Pain Relief (f!reader) 🌶️
A Bloody Mess (f!reader) 🌶️
Avid Reader (f!mc) 🌶️
Take your Anger (m!reader) 🌶️
(and stick it where the sun don't shine)
Hands (f!reader) 🌶️
News travels fast in Hogwarts (f!reader + Aesop Sharp) 🌸
Just Breathe (gn!reader) 🌸
Just another adventure, right? (gn!reader/1st person POV) 🌸
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Roomate
This is based off of an AI chat convo I had! I'll show the SS at the end. Warnings: Masturbation, clothes stealing mentioned and smelling, listening in on someone masturbating, creep/pervert behavior? Male reader x Simon Ghost Riley. Minors DNI fem alined may interact but do not fetishize my content! This is a bit long, not looking for critiques. Reblogs are welcome!
You were laying on your bed playing on your phone. You hear a knock at your bedroom door.
"Come in!" You yell, in walks Ghost better known as Simon to you. Simon is your roommate, you share a small apartment in Manchester. You put your phone down and sit up.
"Hey Simon, you need something?" You tilt your head and watch Simons eyes scan your somewhat dirty room. It wasn't totally dirty, only some used clothes on the floor and a couple blankets. Simon shifts his weight onto his other leg. He gives a slow nod.
"Yeah, I was just wondering what you wanted to do for dinner tonight. I'm fine with whatever." He mumbles, his gruff voice low and a bit scratchy. He didn't have a mask on like he used to wear when he first moved in so you can actually make out what he says now. You sit for a moment thinking about your food options.
"I think we have pizzas in the freezer, we can just throw them in the oven. I'm good with that, it's easy to make and won't take long." You say with a nod, deciding you want to do pizza for dinner.
"Alright, I'll make the pizzas this time. You made dinner last time so it's my turn." Simon mutters and shifts his weight again. You see him look over your room again, his gaze falls on one of your band t-shirts. It's dirty and needs to be washed like the other clothes scattered on your floor.
"Hey. Mind if I borrow that shirt?" He points to the shirt he's looking at, you tilt your head. You didn't think he was a fan of Korn, you got that shirt at one of their concerts a while back. You smile and and lean back against the wall that your beds against.
"What are you doing do with it? Use it to get off?" You joke, chuckling to yourself. A light blush spreads on Simon's face. He then looked you straight in the eyes.
"Well, I'm not going to answer that." That causes you to raise an eyebrow at him, you meant it as a joke. Not really thinking he'd do something like that. He didn't strike you as the person who's do that. But he has gotten off to your used clothes before. He's stolen your used boxers, shirts, and hoodies before. He'd smell them when he jacked off. Simon would never admit that he's stolen your clothes though.
"Well now I want to know!" You exclaim, your curiosity has gotten the best of you. To be honest you didn't really care what he did with the shirt as long as he gave it back. But you want to know what he's going to do with it.
"You really want to know?" He doesn't wait for you to answer before responding.
"Fine if you want to know so much... Yes." Ghost mumbles the blues on his face grows darker. Your eyebrows raise.
"You're going to jerk off to it?" You ask, surprised he'd actually do that.
"Maybe... Well if you don't mind me do that." He says looking at you for permission. He's being weirdly respectful about this. You think for a moment.
"Fine, but I get to borrow your hoodie that say Lieutenant iley on the back. And you need to wash the shirt before giving it back."
"That's a fair trade. I'll make sure to wash the shirt before I return it." Simon nods, after a moment of silence he speaks up.
"So you're fine with me jerking off with your shirt?" He tilts his head and fidgets with a loose string of the shirt he's holding. You chuckle and roll your eyes.
"I don't care, go ahead." You wave your hand showing you don't care as long as he washes it. He smiles and nods.
"Alright I'll be borrowing this for now then. I'll make sure to wash it before it's returned." He shifts his weight and steps back getting ready to leave.
"And that hoodie, Simon. Don't forget to let me borrow it~!" You remind him before he retreats to his own room. Simon nods.
"Just make sure to take care of it." He says, going to his room, grabbing the hoodie and bringing it to you. You say a thanks and he leaves shutting the door behind him. Simon retreats to his room across the hall.
He closes and locks his door behind him. His room is dimly lit like it usually is. He has some LED lights that he has up for some reason, he barely uses them. He flops down on his bed and presses his nose into the shirt he borrowed from you. He lets out a quiet groan, his eyes rolling back. God it'd be so much better if it was actually you. But this would suffice for now.
Simon licks his lips as he takes his half hard dick out from his black jogging shorts. He leans his head against the headboard of the bed and inhales the smell of he dirty shirt again. His eyes flutter shut and he shifts trying to get more comfortable. His face burns with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. God he was such a pervert, he thought. Getting off to his roommate's sweaty, dirty shirt that was lying on the ground!
He wraps his free hand around his dick and swipes his thumb over the tip of his leaking dick. He groans softly into the rough fabric. He takes another inhale, it's long and drawn out.
"God~." He moans. He opens his eyes, looking in the mirror leaning against the wall across from his bed. He grabs the remote for his LED lights and turns them on, setting them to red. He can now see himself better. His dick leaking and standing tall, his nose buried in the unwashed fabric of your shirt. His face and ears go from warm to hot, he's feeling a mix of excitement and shame. But he's to busy thinking about the shame of the situation, he'll think about that after.
He wraps his hand around his cock and starts to move his hand at a slow pace. His body shivers, and he continues to look at himself in the mirror. He takes another inhale and lets out a hum. He speeds up his pace, his quiet groans and himself turn into moans and whimpers. He's happy that these walls are thick.
The coil in his abdomen starts to tighten. His breathing is becoming ragged and heavy. His body is shaking and he's moaning a bit louder, the shirt barely muffling it. He bends forward, his dick twitches and he cums. His eyes roll back and he shutters. His thick cum gets on the shirt and his blankets. Once he's done he rests his back against the wall and lets out a huff, closing his eyes.
Simon doesn't think you heard anything, he thought you were downstairs making dinner. Little did he know you were standing outside his door, wearing his hoodie. Your nose buried in his hoodie sleeve, you palmed yourself through your sweatpants as you listened to his moans through the door. You ended up finishing a few moments before he did. After that you snuck back into your room, Simon none the wiser you got off to his hoodie and his wonderful noises.
Maybe this made you just as dirty as him.
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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed I got the inspo from a small part of a convo I had with an AI. Let me know if I had any grammer mistakes I'll fix them. Sorry if this isn't the best quality I'm currently not feeling well. I wanted to get this out because I need to feed my CoD fans :). Let me know if you want me to expand on this! I found it so fun to write this!!
Here is the SS of the ai convo:
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🌿Masterlist
Simon Riley Masterlist | Smut Masterlist | Bimbo!Reader Masterlist | Dad!Ghost Masterlist
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Haunted: Paranormal AU
The ominous dark figure of a brooding man follows you everywhere you go after playing with a Ouija board on drunken night, souls bound together ever since you were born.
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agst roommate!ghost pleasee !! i love your work !!
im not sure whether you were saying 'angst' or not, but i'll do smut as that's what im best at... 😵💫
ROOMATE!GHOST AND HIS PERVERTED BEHAVIOUR - in which simon continues to perve on you.
you had no issue with your roommate, he was never there anyways. but, whenever he was, you'd notice how a pair of panties would go missing, finding them in his laundry hamper with a substance crusted on them. you groaned everytime you found them, confronting him only to be called a ‘crazy bitch’ for getting so pissed without having any proof other than them being in his hamper. what if the washing got mixed up?
he'd ridicule you and make you feel dumb, stupid even as he always had a reason behind every piece of evidence you had of him perving on you... :( you whined when you realised you didn't have any more panties, other than a filthy thong you'd bought to impress another man. you slid it on, pulling on some shorts to cover your ass -- ones that continued to roll up your ass whenever you made a slight movement.
sitting on the couch beside him, frustrated at the smell of nicotine emitting from him. you rolled your eyes, catching his attention. “what?” his tone blunt and cold, eyeing you up and down like a wild animal ready to feast on it's pray. “quit bein' snarky, prick.” he spat, moaning at you for being bratty like usual.
honestly, you felt yourself getting excited as he continued to get all pissy and annoyed, teasing him till he had you pinned beneath him, and his bulge pressed against your somewhat clothed cunt... :( he was punishing you, knowing exactly how to tease you. his fingers played with the strings of your panties, your thong. you whimpered as he pushed his tip inside, rubbing it back and forth between your folds, allowing you to grind down against him, to work for it.
being on your knees while he gazed down at you, his cock glistening from your slick, and his large and calloused hand pressing and guiding your head onto his thick cock!!! “enjoyin' how you taste, yeah?” simon chuckled, rolling his head back as he continued to force your head lower just another inch, lips tightly wrapped around him with tears already forming in your waterline, threatening to spill with each gag your throat made. :( “c'mon, doll. work for it if you want me to fuck that tight pussy...”
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Sweater Weather
pairing; jungkook x f!reader
genre; fluff
rating; PG-13
warnings; cursing, bad weather, bad friends, and just a kind koo
w/c; 1,684
a/n; just a cute lil something for my bias (if you haven’t guessed it already). like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps motivate this writer. feel free to send in your own requests. this is a repost from my old account.
this is part one, read part two here.
You should’ve learned by now to never trust what the weather man tells you.
“Today is going to be at a high of 88, nothing but sunny weather today, folks! Wear sunscreen!”
Yeah, bullshit.
You inwardly cursed at yourself for being so naive. Especially now that you were walking alone, at night, in the rain, wearing nothing but a cute white dress you found the other day, thinking that today would be a perfect day to debut it for the first time.
With pursed lips, and hair matted to your face, you tightened your arms around your chest as you tried your best to cover up the see through material. Looks like you were SOL when it came to people viewing your underwear, but there’s not much you can do about it now. You only hoped there wasn’t some pervert you would run across tonight. Scowl on your face, the only thing you were thankful for was wearing your chunky, white boots that are able to withstand the rain and various deep puddles you had to walk through to get to your end destination — the bus stop.
*******
Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, Jungkook’s eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the rain that was pouring down around him as he stood underneath the bus stop shelter.
He realized the hard way to never trust a drunk friend to secure you a ride home.
So there he was, at almost 11 o’clock at night, shivering his ass off. His breath came out in puffs of smoke, before disappearing into nothing. His glasses kept fogging up from the humidity of the day despite there being rain. And he waited, for the one friend he could trust to pick him up so late at night, his roommate.
Out of his peripheral, he could see something white appear from the harsh cover of the rain. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t only semi panicking, imagining that he was seeing the ghost of a ‘white lady’. He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing due to the action, shrinking in on himself in hopes of not being seen by the white specter.
Just as he did so, did the figure suddenly pick up it’s pace towards the bus shelter and him.
Oh shit.
*******
Squinting through the rain, as the rain drops lashed at your skin in piercing waves, you finally saw the end in sight. Not noticing the figure in all black, you practically sprinted the rest of the way to the bus shelter and only hoped you hadn’t missed the last bus ride home. That would’ve been the perfect end to your already perfect day, you thought sarcastically.
Upon making it underneath the awning, you finally closed your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. As much as you loved your boots, they were not meant to be worn for such long distances, and your feet were killing you. Unable to stop shivering, you bit on your bottom lip to prevent the chattering of your teeth that you wanted so badly to do.
Jungkook let out his own quiet sigh of relief into the confines of his hoodie when he realized that the white figure was actually just another victim of the unsuspecting weather. And definitely not a ghost, as far as he knew. His nose scrunched at the aforementioned thought, lip ring rising with his lips, and brows raising into his hairline, as a shiver of his own went down his spine. Nothing like how your poor body was shivering, however, which made Jungkook glance at you out of worry.
Further inspecting your shaking figure, he noticed your white dress was soaked through, as his ears turned red and cheeks became tinted a light pink. He’s a guy, and you’re attractive, what do you expect?
Suddenly feeling guilty about being warm in his hoodie, he came up with a solution.
He would give you his.
He just hoped that you didn’t find it creepy.
*******
You tried your best not to stare at the lone, all black, figure next to you, who you envied for being smart enough to wear or bring an article of clothing to help rid of the rain and still stay warm.
Not one for small talk, or speaking to strangers in general, you didn’t offer anything other than silence. Better to be cautious, than taken advantage of, you like to say.
It was a light tap on your shoulder that shook you out of your depressive reverie, making you turn your head at break neck speed towards the silhouette next to you, fists raised even though you knew for a fact you had no idea how to fight. His hands rose in defense, as he stuttered out his reasoning for breaking your personal bubble in a haste.
Your eyes softened when you saw he was holding out his hoodie towards you with an extended hand that you could see was adorned with various tattoos, no longer wearing the warm hoodie himself.
“Sorry,” he smiled at you sheepishly, cheeks tinted a light shade of red. “I should’ve said something, instead of just tapping you. My bad. But uh, here–,” not wanting to invade your personal space even more, he just opted to slightly, and awkwardly, bend his body towards you as a way of extending his arm out further, the hoodie now dangling in front of your chest. “You need this more than I do.”
“Are you–,” your voice cracked, from not being used in awhile, which made your own cheeks become tinted and mirror his. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! Do you mind if I–,” still in his awkwardly, bent position, he opened the hoodie up enough for you to easily slink your head and arms inside. A situation you happily took advantage of.
You couldn’t help the way you sighed loudly in content, your body now encased and drowning in the kind strangers large and long hoodie. The end of the sweater reaching far pass your knees, making it look as if you’re wearing nothing but the hoodie. Immediately, you inhaled the musky, yet comforting aroma with closed eyes and smiled for the first time since it started to rain.
Opening your eyes, you turned your body to the big hearted, or just morally correct, male in front of you. Underneath the hoodie they wore just a plain, white, long sleeved shirt. A tiny logo rested above the heart that you couldn’t quite make out, but you had no doubt in the tight, black, skinny jeans he wore, that he was now just as cold as you were, if not worse.
And now it was you who felt bad.
Seeing the conflict in your eyes, Jungkook lifted his phone up in front of your face to show you a notification he just received. It was his roommate letting him know that he was five minutes out and would see him soon.
“My friend is going to be here any second, so I won’t need it. Don’t worry about me, okay?” His warm smile melted you, and made your whole body heat up with his gentle tone. It was funny that he was trying to console you, and not the other way around.
It was nice to feel cared for, even if it was by someone you didn’t even know.
Sure enough, right on schedule, headlights blared through the rain to stop in front of the bus stop. It was the mystery male’s ride home. You don’t know why, but your heart sank into your stomach upon the fact that soon you’d be left alone underneath this bus stop, and would no longer be in the company of the stranger.
Looks like the male shared the same sentiment, as a small smile appeared on his face. Sucking his lip between his teeth, he went to offer you a ride home, yet stopped himself when the tall tale sign of a bus honking caught his attention.
Your eyes widened at the sudden sound as well, and you two stared at each other with bated breath. His friend rolled down the passenger window from the drivers side and leaned over to yell at the male in front of you, voice laced with impatience.
“Yo! Jungkook! Hurry, man! It’s raining cats and dogs, plus the bus is going to need to park here. Let’s go.”
Jungkook made the split second decision to step closer to your no longer shaking form, which for that, he’s grateful to have helped. Pulling a pen out from his back pocket, one he kept on him along with a small notebook incase inspiration struck him for lyrics to a new song, he gently held your wrist to pull the sleeve of his hoodie up enough to write on your arm.
Giving you the ‘call me’ sign with his hand, a sideways spin off of the surfer’s sign, accompanied by a cheeky wink, he hunched over with one arm over his head to attempt to shield the rain that still kept pouring down without remorse, yanking the car door open to clamber inside and sit in the passenger seat, swiftly slamming said door once he was fully in. The action making his driver friend scold him, but he didn’t pay any mind.
Waving at you with a bunny toothed grin, as he adjusted his glasses back onto his nose, the car sped off as the window slowly began rolling back up, and you watched until you could no longer see the reflection of the taillights that bounced off the street lights in a rhythmic pattern.
As the bus came to a full stop in front of you, the doors swinging open with an airy ‘swoosh’, you looked down at your still uncovered forearm with a coy smile and read the hastily scrawled note he wrote, and miraculously fit.
Jeon Jungkook
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
Call me so I can get my hoodie back and a date with you
Pls and thank you ;)
PS - Unless ur a ghost, then u can keep it
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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒
featuring — xiao, scaramouche, alhaitham, kaveh, luma (oc), cherry (oc)
summary — perverted roommate drabbles
warnings — xiao and scaramouche x non-binary!oc (with female attributes), alhaitham and kaveh x fem!/non-binary!oc’s, perverted tendencies, smut written by a minor
𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄
cecilia academy had the option of staying in dorms on campus — with this came roommates. while they allowed different genders to be each other’s roommates, they enforced strict rules to prevent any explicit activities from occurring.
most students listened to the rules, having a purely platonic relationship with their roommates. others shared dorms with their partners and would find ways to go under the radar when it came to sexual activities.
however, it was a completely different story with luma, xiao, and scaramouche.
due to their streaming careers, xiao and scaramouche attracted a lot of the female population at cecilia academy. they claimed on several occasions they weren’t looking for a relationship.
but, that was a complete lie. they’d rather tell people they weren’t looking for love than explain they were obsessed with their roommate.
so obsessed that it led them to do things they never thought they’d do before. but, they just couldn’t help it — the way luma will lounge around in nothing but pajama shorts and a short top, they were even so bold as to wear an oversized t shirt and panties sometimes.
maybe they were asking to be fucked.
one day, luma entered the kitchen with xiao’s shirt on, the top just barely covering their panties. needless to say, the fans asked in the comments what was up with xiao and scaramouche and why they were so passive-aggressive to each other.
on certain nights, scaramouche will hear from his room luma and xiao having a conversation about luma’s love life and the fact that every guy they’re into either isn’t into them or they ghost them.
little does luma know, every time some guy shows interest in luma, one of them would always make an effort to tell him to fuck off. yet, xiao would listen to their complaints as if he didn’t corner the last guy who flirted with them.
scaramouche had no clue why he wasn’t included in these conversations. when he found out that luma thought it was dumb to tell him about things he probably wouldn’t be interested in, he started being a lot more attentive whenever they spoke to him.
xiao thought the glint in luma’s eyes when they would talk to scaramouche was too much. he needed to act fast before it was too late for him.
he thought the perfect night would be when scaramouche was out for dinner with a few other content creators. xiao told them he had to stay back for homework.
xiao didn’t care that his friends teased him about being alone for the night with luma. this was what made scaramouche suspicious. it didn’t matter that luma claimed that they were going to head to bed early. scaramouche knew something was going to happen, he could feel it.
but first, he had to get out of this dinner.
back at the dorms, xiao had convinced luma to watch a movie with him. luma nuzzled up beside him on their bed as the movie played on their tv. luma’s tv was the only thing emitting light in their room.
it gave xiao the perfect chance to slip his hand under the blanket without luma seeing. luma’s breath hitched as they felt his fingers ghost their thighs.
were they imagining things? no. because they felt him do it again, this time sliding up their thighs higher. luma readjusted their position, realizing they gave xiao a perfect opportunity to drift his fingers to their pussy.
their breath hitched again, feeling xiao press the pads of his fingers on their clit. “xiao,” they breathed out.
suddenly, they were pulled into his lap, capturing their lips with his.
pretty soon, the movie was long forgotten as xiao pounded into luma under him. luma’s whines and soft moans filled his ears, only encouraging to thrust into them harder.
they moaned his name as they abruptly came, tightening around his cock. xiao hissed as he came inside them. in a swift motion, xiao flipped luma over and bent them face down ass up.
xiao thrusted into them again, making louder moans come from luma’s mouth. luma’s arms failed to keep them up, causing their head to fall and muffle their moans against the mattress.
helping them, xiao grabbed a fistful of their hair, pulling them up slightly and causing their back to arch.
luma flinched when the door abruptly opened and the lights turned on, revealing scaramouche.
“i fucking knew it,” he growled, walking towards luma. luma shut their eyes as they stung due to the new brightness in the room.
“you were so loud, i could hear you from outside the dorm.” when luma opened their eyes, they were met with scaramouche’s cock. luma gasped, not expecting it to be the first thing they saw when opening their eyes.
“we wouldn’t want the whole floor hearing how much of a slut you are, so keep quiet,” he said, using his thumb to open luma’s mouth.
slowly, luma gripped the base of his cock, taking the tip in their mouth.
the whole floor heard the three that night. not because of luma’s muffled moans, but because of the boys’ loud moans. it wasn’t like they were aware of it or even cared, finally being able to live out their perverted dreams.
𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇
luma needed to stay in sumeru for a few days. luckily, alhaitham offered his house as a temporary home for them.
cherry, on the other hand, had an interesting relationship with alhaitham.
the two hated each other, but that only made them want each other more. cherry was a tease, building up the tension with her enemy and seeing when he could finally crack.
kaveh was infatuated with luma the second he saw them. luma thought he was pretty, plus they wanted to get a certain someone out of their mind after the recent events they experienced during their journey with the traveler in sumeru.
cherry was well aware of the boys’ perverted thoughts. however, luma wasn’t. with alhaitham, cherry figured it could work in her favor. she was getting impatient by him not making any further advances.
in luma’s case, she thought kaveh’s puppy love was cute. she would notice when he would stare at luma’s breasts that peeked through their corset while they were having a conversation.
for cherry, she was aware that alhaitham would jerk off to her panties and bras before washing them. he couldn’t help it, cherry was too alluring and hypothesizing.
“where were you? why were you gone for so long?” alhaitham asked, eyes piercing into cherry. cherry had only been gone for half an hour, having fatui business to attend to.
“i had business to attend to. if you’re so curious, you’re more than welcome to join me next time,” cherry teased, approaching closer to his desk.
“like i’d associate myself with the likes of you,” he scoffed under his breath. cherry let out a small laugh that sent chills down his spine. he internally cursed at himself for being affected by cherry like this.
“aw, but you do, always talking about me to students, telling them how stupid and lazy I am. it’s like you’re obsessed with me,” she whispered in his ear, arms resting on his shoulders.
“tell me alhaitham, are you obsessed with me?” cherry pulled away, much to his dismay. she walked in front of his desk before turning to glance at him. her eyes were piercing into him with a smirk on her face.
“of course not,” he forced out, trying to maintain his composure. the close contact between him and cherry made him slightly aroused.
“mm, really then?” she stood up straight. “i guess i’ll go entertain kaveh then,” she said casually. while she was completely aware of his love for luma, she knew the thought of her talking intimately with anyone else irked him.
before she could walk towards the door, alhaitham pulled her back and trapped her against the desk. cherry chuckled, reaching her hand up to cup his face.
he trailed down to ghost his lips against her neck. “stop being a tease.” the sentence came out in a slight whine, making alhaitham crack.
he roughly kissed her as she pulled him closer, feeling his hand snake between her thighs.
and thus, the enemies stopped bickering and found something else to be loud about.
meanwhile, that night, luma was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. they had a feeling cherry somehow ended up in alhaitham’s bed tonight, so they decided to see if kaveh was awake.
they knocked twice before entering his room, completely stunned by the sight in front of them. he was stroking his cock, head leaned back in pleasure, as he moaned luma’s name.
“kaveh…” they trailed off. “luma, what are you doing up?!” he asked, nervously. he tried covering his cock with the covers but soon realized that they saw.
“do you…need help?” they offered, making him lift his head to face them. “you would…help me?” he questioned, not believing the subject of his fantasies would actually want to help him make them come true.
luma nodded slowly, approaching him. laying on his bed, luma pulled the covers off his cock, wrapping their pretty lips around the tip.
“just like that,” he groaned, indulging in his dream come true.
diorlumx productions, 2023
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(don’t look) but I want it
same modern!AU as the Geto one, some college roommate Yuuta with a crush and little self control.
Pairing: Yuuta x reader
Word count: 1768
Warning: nsfw minors get out, noncon voyeurism (kinda), male masturbation
The sounds coming from the other side of the wall were muffled and distant, but they still rang loud on Yuuta’s ears. Like a wave, the vibrations spread through his body, making him tremble as he laid in bed. Fuck, this wasn’t good. Not good at all. The music coming from your room infiltrated his space, taking over his mind as he just tried to rest. But that wasn’t the worse. Oh, no. The worse were the moans and grunts he could still faintly hear under whatever song was playing.
Pulling up his phone, he turned on the screen to check the time, the blue light coming from it illuminating him in the deep darkness of the room. One and thirty in the fucking morning. He should be asleep by now, but instead here he was, listening in to his roommate fuck in the other room. Seriously, this was a new low, even for him.
One song switches to another with the cry of a highly distorted guitar and in the crescendo of the new song, Yuuta clearly hears your desperate whine. It has a shiver running down his spine. He really was acting like a degenerate.
Not that he had chosen to be in this situation, though. You had left way earlier to go to that punk bar you love so much, all clad in black and leather, and it took all his strength to keep his cool when he saw you in the living room. He knew how it went, by the point you returned he’d probably be deep asleep. But he just so happened to be still lying in bed awake when you arrived.
First he heard the closing of the door and the heavy sound of your boots on the old wooden floor. Then he heard your voice, quickly followed by some guy’s voice, muffled whispers moving towards your room. This wasn’t the first time you’d taken a hookup from the party - but it was the first time he was awake to catch it. Today’s show must have been shit for you to arrive before two a.m.
Yuuta hears a deep grunt and a half pitched whine, the muffled sounds sending a jolt straight to his cock. He should try to go back to sleep, but he is pretty sure there will be no sleeping for him tonight. His ears pick up what sounds like a low moan under the music, and Yuuta feels his cock throb, hardening under his boxers. Fuck, he was acting like a pervert, but he couldn’t deny how the thought of you making those sweet sounds turned him on.
His mind had been taken over by your presence ever since a little after you moved in. He was a computer engineering student in need of a roommate, and you were a visual arts bachelor who needed a place to live. At first, he thought you seemed a bit suspicious. The weird companies you kept, all the leather, the tattoo peeking from under your sleeve. But quickly he learned you could be quite sweet and charming. And it was even quicker for him to get hooked on you.
The sound of your moans break through the heavy music for a moment, and it has Yuuta grunting along with it, cock fully hard now. A large hand instinctively moves towards his heavy bulge, fingers ghosting over the visible outline of his cock. His body is subconsciously bracing to hear you again, flesh yearning for any crumbles of your sweet sounds. But it never comes, and now Yuuta is high strung, tension coursing through his veins. You are so muffled, so far away, and he wants more.
That’s when he makes a questionable decision.
Yuuta sits up in his bed fast, almost in a haze. There are no tentative movements as his feet hit the ground, long fingers digging into the edge of his mattress before he gets up. He only hesitates when his hand brushes against the wall. Shit, he knows this is wrong, but he just wants to listen in. Just a little bit. You’ll never know, there’ll be no harm done. Or that’s what he tells himself, as he slides to the floor and brings his ear to the wall diving your rooms.
He feels the cool paint touch the shell of his ear just as an aggressive guitar gives away to a heavy bass, but under the music he can hear your moans clearer now. You make a broken whimper and Yuuta shudders, resting his bare shoulder against the wall as his eyes close. He has one leg on the floor while the other is bent, feet firm to the ground, pushing him against the wall. You whimper again and Yuuta hums, feeling his cock twitch, his hand brushing over it.
A masculine grunt sounds from the other side of the wall, and Yuuta feels a pang to his chest. Jealousy - tinted with some guilt - runs cold in his veins. But he knows he doesn’t have the right to feel jealous when he is too much of a coward to even hit on you. And this is the price he pays, stroking his cock to the sounds coming from your room like a desperate man. He felt like some sick pervert, but it was too late to turn back now.
You cry out something unintelligible, and Yuuta grunts lowly, hyperaware of any sound he makes. The hand over his bulge grips and tugs his cock hard under the fabric of his boxers, pleasure shooting through his body. He could only imagine how good it would feel if it were your hands on him, if he was the one on your bed instead of on his bedroom floor. Your touch would be so fucking soft and warm, perfect hands sliding over his underwear and massaging the thick outline of his dick.
The music from your room pounds heavy on his ears, the fast beat influencing the rhythm at which he tugs on his clothed cock. He is hissing now, biting his lip as he hears you moan, the muffled sound sending electricity through his body. It’s like torture, you are so close and yet so far. Just on the other side of the goddamn wall, and still you are way beyond his grasp. It hurts. The heavy aching of his erection hurts even more.
One hand slips into his underwear and shamelessly pulls Yuuta’s thick cock out. His sense of decency be damned, he was way too deep for this. Best he could offer was to, when tomorrow comes, try and pretend he hadn’t just been jacking off to the sounds of you fucking. He’d carry this shame forever, but right now desire was speaking way louder than anything else.
Yuuta hears you moaning and your bed creaking, the sounds slipping through the calmer parts of the heavy music playing. His mind fills with images of you, the dream of what you’d feel like on his cock. His deft fingers travel up and down his sensitive erection with ease, as pre cum had already started to seep from the swollen head. Shit, it felt good, fisting himself to the sound of your moans. The type of good that seemed dangerously addictive.
He pumps himself hard and fast, and he can hear you louder, high pitched cries filling his ears even through the loud music. Desire burns in his core, lust building up in his veins. He is pumping himself with both hands now, going faster by the minute, a heavy crescendo that matches your noises and the creaking of your bed. Shit, he’d told you to get a new frame a thousand times, but now he was happy you didn’t.
A shudder run across Yuuta’s body as he feels himself getting closer, his teeth sinking into the skin of his bottom lip to keep himself silent. God, could he imagine if you hear him? It would be the most shameful thing - but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it just a little bit. The thought of being found out by you has his cock twitching in his large hands, thick length twitching as his fingers press against a sensitive vein. Maybe you’d take pity on him, give him a chance.
He could at least dream of that.
You cry out and Yuuta hisses again, fist tightening around his dick. It feels so good - could be better if it was you, hands, pussy, or anything else you’d want to give, but for now he’d settle with his fist. Beggars can’t be choosers, and he was already chasing his pleasure anyway, so too late for that. He speeds up his thrusts, fucking his tightening hands, as he hears the cacophony of grunts and moans that slip under the heavy drums playing.
His core burns, balls tightening against his body as they feel so heavy, so painfully full. He is thrusting up in his fists, gasping and heaving, drool slipping down his lips, his brain turned off. There is only instinct now, the bright flame of lust drawing him in like a moth, and by god, he doesn’t care if it would kill him.
The music slow down just in time for him to hear you whine in a desperate noise, and that’s enough to do him in. Yuuta grits his teeth as he climaxes into his hands, shooting rope after rope of thick cum onto the old wooden floor. He still pumps himself through his orgasm, fisting his trembling cock for what feels like a lifetime.
When he finally comes to, he realizes what he has done, shame and guilt filling his chest before his eyes focus on the mess on his floor. He is quick to pull a dirty shirt from his bed and clean up the proof of his crime - least it leaves a stain to forever remind him of what he did. Looking around, he realizes the sounds from the other room have subsided too. He puts his ear to the wall, he notices that the only noise still coming is the music playing.
Fuck, he was really a depraved asshole, wasn’t him? And a shitty ass roommate to boost. That night, sleep doesn’t come to Yuuta. He hears the sounds of the guy leaving not long after he climbs into bed himself. He hears the shower running, and you getting back to your room. But most of all, he hears the telltale thumping of his heart, begging him to do something about this desire that had now grown past the point of reason.
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NCT FIC REC : NA JAEMIN
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by the window (fav, smut)
can you stay up all nigh? (smut)
one more rep (smut, perv!au)
be there for you (smut, doctor!au)
take a bite (smut, buffy!jaemin)
can you stay up all night? (Smut)
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go there with you (smut, roommates!au)
when the stars align (fluff, guard!au, princess!au)
jaemin and the yule ball (smut, hogwarts!au)
chill kill (smut, fluff, angst, hogwarts!au)
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fake dating! (fluff, bff!jaemin, fake dating!au)
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i'm a mouse duh! x jeno (smut)
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destruction in my mind (smut, yandere!au, kidnapping!au)
mean coworker! (dubcon, smut, barista!au)
a little help (dubcon, smut, doctor!au)
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blur (dubcon, smut)
son of the landlord (dubcon, smut)
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sleep therapy (DUBCON, smut, demon!au)
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Sweater Weather
pairing; jungkook x f!reader
genre; fluff, drabble
warnings; cursing, bad weather, bad friends, and just a kind koo
rating; 18+
w/c; 1,684
a/n; just a cute lil drabble for my bias (if you haven’t guessed it already). like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps motivate this writer. feel free to send in your own drabble requests.
networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet
Read Part Two {Here}
You should’ve learned by now to never trust what the weather man tells you.
“Today is going to be at a high of 88, nothing but sunny weather today, folks! Wear sunscreen!”
Yeah, bullshit.
You inwardly cursed at yourself for being so naive. Especially now that you were walking alone, at night, in the rain, wearing nothing but a cute white dress you found the other day, thinking that today would be a perfect day to debut it for the first time.
With pursed lips, and hair matted to your face, you tightened your arms around your chest as you tried your best to cover up the see through material. Looks like you were SOL when it came to people viewing your underwear, but there’s not much you can do about it now. You only hoped there wasn’t some pervert you would run across tonight. Scowl on your face, the only thing you were thankful for was wearing your chunky, white boots that are able to withstand the rain and various deep puddles you had to walk through to get to your end destination — the bus stop.
*******
Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, Jungkook’s eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the rain that was pouring down around him as he stood underneath the bus stop shelter.
He realized the hard way to never trust a drunk friend to secure you a ride home.
So there he was, at almost 11 o’clock at night, shivering his ass off. His breath came out in puffs of smoke, before disappearing into nothing. His glasses kept fogging up from the humidity of the day despite there being rain. And he waited, for the one friend he could trust to pick him up so late at night, his roommate.
Out of his peripheral, he could see something white appear from the harsh cover of the rain. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t only semi panicking, imagining that he was seeing the ghost of a ‘white lady’. He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing due to the action, shrinking in on himself in hopes of not being seen by the white specter.
Just as he did so, did the figure suddenly pick up it’s pace towards the bus shelter and him.
Oh shit.
*******
Squinting through the rain, as the rain drops lashed at your skin in piercing waves, you finally saw the end in sight. Not noticing the figure in all black, you practically sprinted the rest of the way to the bus shelter and only hoped you hadn’t missed the last bus ride home. That would’ve been the perfect end to your already perfect day, you thought sarcastically.
Upon making it underneath the awning, you finally closed your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. As much as you loved your boots, they were not meant to be worn for such long distances, and your feet were killing you. Unable to stop shivering, you bit on your bottom lip to prevent the chattering of your teeth that you wanted so badly to do.
Jungkook let out his own quiet sigh of relief into the confines of his hoodie when he realized that the white figure was actually just another victim of the unsuspecting weather. And definitely not a ghost, as far as he knew. His nose scrunched at the aforementioned thought, lip ring rising with his lips, and brows raising into his hairline, as a shiver of his own went down his spine. Nothing like how your poor body was shivering, however, which made Jungkook glance at you out of worry.
Further inspecting your shaking figure, he noticed your white dress was soaked through, as his ears turned red and cheeks became tinted a light pink. He’s a guy, and you’re attractive, what do you expect?
Suddenly feeling guilty about being warm in his hoodie, he came up with a solution.
He would give you his.
He just hoped that you didn’t find it creepy.
*******
You tried your best not to stare at the lone, all black, figure next to you, who you envied for being smart enough to wear or bring an article of clothing to help rid of the rain and still stay warm.
Not one for small talk, or speaking to strangers in general, you didn’t offer anything other than silence. Better to be cautious, than taken advantage of, you like to say.
It was a light tap on your shoulder that shook you out of your depressive reverie, making you turn your head at break neck speed towards the silhouette next to you, fists raised even though you knew for a fact you had no idea how to fight. His hands rose in defense, as he stuttered out his reasoning for breaking your personal bubble in a haste.
Your eyes softened when you saw he was holding out his hoodie towards you with an extended hand that you could see was adorned with various tattoos, no longer wearing the warm hoodie himself.
“Sorry,” he smiled at you sheepishly, cheeks tinted a light shade of red. “I should’ve said something, instead of just tapping you. My bad. But uh, here–,” not wanting to invade your personal space even more, he just opted to slightly, and awkwardly, bend his body towards you as a way of extending his arm out further, the hoodie now dangling in front of your chest. “You need this more than I do.”
“Are you–,” your voice cracked, from not being used in awhile, which made your own cheeks become tinted and mirror his. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! Do you mind if I–,” still in his awkwardly, bent position, he opened the hoodie up enough for you to easily slink your head and arms inside. A situation you happily took advantage of.
You couldn’t help the way you sighed loudly in content, your body now encased and drowning in the kind strangers large and long hoodie. The end of the sweater reaching far pass your knees, making it look as if you’re wearing nothing but the hoodie. Immediately, you inhaled the musky, yet comforting aroma with closed eyes and smiled for the first time since it started to rain.
Opening your eyes, you turned your body to the big hearted, or just morally correct, male in front of you. Underneath the hoodie they wore just a plain, white, long sleeved shirt. A tiny logo rested above the heart that you couldn’t quite make out, but you had no doubt in the tight, black, skinny jeans he wore, that he was now just as cold as you were, if not worse.
And now it was you who felt bad.
Seeing the conflict in your eyes, Jungkook lifted his phone up in front of your face to show you a notification he just received. It was his roommate letting him know that he was five minutes out and would see him soon.
“My friend is going to be here any second, so I won’t need it. Don’t worry about me, okay?” His warm smile melted you, and made your whole body heat up with his gentle tone. It was funny that he was trying to console you, and not the other way around.
It was nice to feel cared for, even if it was by someone you didn’t even know.
Sure enough, right on schedule, headlights blared through the rain to stop in front of the bus stop. It was the mystery male’s ride home. You don’t know why, but your heart sank into your stomach upon the fact that soon you’d be left alone underneath this bus stop, and would no longer be in the company of the stranger.
Looks like the male shared the same sentiment, as a small smile appeared on his face. Sucking his lip between his teeth, he went to offer you a ride home, yet stopped himself when the tall tale sign of a bus honking caught his attention.
Your eyes widened at the sudden sound as well, and you two stared at each other with bated breath. His friend rolled down the passenger window from the drivers side and leaned over to yell at the male in front of you, voice laced with impatience.
“Yo! Jungkook! Hurry, man! It’s raining cats and dogs, plus the bus is going to need to park here. Let’s go.”
Jungkook made the split second decision to step closer to your no longer shaking form, which for that, he’s grateful to have helped. Pulling a pen out from his back pocket, one he kept on him along with a small notebook incase inspiration struck him for lyrics to a new song, he gently held your wrist to pull the sleeve of his hoodie up enough to write on your arm.
Giving you the ‘call me’ sign with his hand, a sideways spin off of the surfer’s sign, accompanied by a cheeky wink, he hunched over with one arm over his head to attempt to shield the rain that still kept pouring down without remorse, yanking the car door open to clamber inside and sit in the passenger seat, swiftly slamming said door once he was fully in. The action making his driver friend scold him, but he didn’t pay any mind.
Waving at you with a bunny toothed grin, as he adjusted his glasses back onto his nose, the car sped off as the window slowly began rolling back up, and you watched until you could no longer see the reflection of the taillights that bounced off the street lights in a rhythmic pattern.
As the bus came to a full stop in front of you, the doors swinging open with an airy ‘swoosh’, you looked down at your still uncovered forearm with a coy smile and read the hastily scrawled note he wrote, and miraculously fit.
Jeon Jungkook
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
Call me so I can get my hoodie back and a date with you
Pls and thank you ;)
PS - Unless ur a ghost, then u can keep it
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