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đ My supernatural horror comic "IT ALL ENDS WITH ME" is now out at ShortBox Comics Fair!!
100+pages/ÂŁ10 /digita
A theatrical fairytale-inspired horror story about a maid working for a mother and a daughter at an abandoned castle.
It will be available exclusively at the (free) fair throughout October!
Please enjoy and I hope you guys wil enjoy what I've been working on the past 5 ish months!! đ
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BABE! wake up!! new yuuji character description dropped! (link incl. spoilers for shibuya arc events)
yuuji lives to fulfill his roles, and this doesnât change when he becomes your boyfriend. (f!reader & nsfw under the cut!!!)
heâs the sweetest, you think. always updating you on what heâs doing. even though he goes to the heavens and back on days that heâs busy, heâll always make time to send even a little âi miss u ;(((((đđđâ¤ď¸â
when heâs finally free, it goes without saying that he tells you about everything that kept him away, even the tiny little things. one week in particular, this included a daily update on a tiny rash on the underside of his buttcheek.
heâs also never shy with his praise and words of reassurance. also with soft, gentle touches, and actions that let you know he cares. he loves you and he makes sure you know it.
itâs not just you he lets know either, itâs his friends, his âbrothersâ, his teachers, and maybe even random strangers he happens to meet during the day. he takes all the opportunities he can to bring you up in conversation.
âoh thatâs my girlfriendâs favourite flavour too...!!â
âoh yeahh...!!! my girlfriend told me about that the other day,â
âoh sorry, iâm busy. âm seeing my girl later tonight n i wanna look nice for her so iâm getting ready. tomorrow...? noo, sorry. sheâs staying the night tonight so we can spend tomorrow together. âŚnext week? ahh iâm sorry, iââ
even when heâs out with other people, heâs got you on his mind, taking random pics and selfies of things heâs doing, sending them to you accompanied by silly little captions. âkugisaki doing chosoâs makeup! they miss u baby!!â
very specific hc but also whenever he does a live on whatever app, heâs always talking about you to the people watching too.
âguys i just miss her so much :(â
âji iâm watching ??â
âhi, babe. yeah i know, but i still miss you ;(â
heâs the cutest!
nsfw under the cut!
naturally, this also translates to the bedroom.
as your boyfriend, his sole goal during sex is to satisfy you, and god does he do that and more. your moans, your sounds, your body. he loves it all and has to show you.
yuujiâs into overstimâfor you and consequently himself too. he genuinely cannot get enough of you. he needs to give you all his big, heavy balls can give. whenever you have sex, itâs always at least two orgasms for you, though itâs usually more than thatâyou both 'have the time', he tells you. his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and toys even, heâll use anything and everything to make sure youâre cumming.
âyâlook so good, baby, feel so warm⌠mhm, can feel you squeezinâ on my fingers⌠so cute.â
âa-ahâŚ! my pretty girl.. my pretty fucking girl.. please cum, baby⌠just one more... pleaseâŚâ
âplease, baby, i love you, please, please, can i cum inside, baby? inside..? please?â
his fav position is missionary. the mere idea of you laying there, all pretty n spread out for him will never fail to get him hard. he loves itâs so easy for him to lean over you and shove his mouth onto yours, as he mercilessly fucks his hips into you. heâs gentle but unrelenting with itâhe doesnât mean to be this intense, genuinely, it just happens that way. he just loves your so pussy much.
being able to see your face is probably his favourite part of the position though, watching your changing expression as he switches from a fast to slow pace and back to fast is something he wishes he could witness time and time again, so he makes it happen time and time again. (highest sex drive in the franchise if i may say)
he loves going face to face with you when youâre both about to cum. itâs hard for him to not fall onto your face when his orgasm hits, he canât help it when your pussy feels âtoo goodâ clenching so tight on him like that. he makes sure it doesnât happen though, he would never want to hurt you.
when you manage to pry yourselves off of each other, heâs quick to tend to you. moments ago he was making you shake and cry from pleasure, and now heâs stroking your hair, massaging your chest, and talking about some random food craving heâs getting.
his aftercare is so lovely n heâs goofy with it too. so many side pokes, and dick, and butt, and pussy jokes, but you donât mind. itâs him and you love him.
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youâll always know me (pt. 2)
part 1, part 2
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie misses you too much when heâs away, so he comes home again and invites you to join him on tour. the two of you figure some things out, too.
word count: 12.2k
warnings: fluff, some angst (iâm sorry!), childhood friends to lovers, librarian!reader, still idiots in love, and a kiss!!!
a/n: hiii thank you guys so so much for all the love on part 1 of this one!!! i hope u love part 2 (the finale) just as much!!! i really really enjoyed writing these two and hopefully you enjoy it too!!! please let me know what you think <3
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Itâs about a month later when Eddie has another break from tour.
Rather than hanging around wherever in the world he is for the short time like he normally would on the short breaks, he finds himself booking a flight to Hawkins. Sure, heâll only be there for about 48 hours, maybe less, but he doesnât mind.
He really, really wants to see you.
Considering how often he talks to you on the phone now, itâd be tough to surprise you this time, so he doesnât. Last call, heâd told you he had a couple of days off, with a seed of hope in your chest, youâd asked him what he was going to do, and the happy cheer you made when Eddie told you he was coming home is something heâd never forget.
âIs Wayne picking you up?â Youâd asked, knowing Eddie would rather not take a driver if itâs possible.
âHeâs gotta work.â
âWhy donât I come get you, then?â
And, well, how could Eddie ever say no to that?
That brings him here, walking along the familiar floor of the Indianapolis International Airport, a beanie tucked on his head despite the weather, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes despite being inside.
Heâs lucky that itâs not a busy time at the airport, that people donât really pay him any attention whenever heâs closer to home. One day, that might change, but heâs glad for now, for the sort of peace it brings.
His suitcase is tugged along behind him, wheels spinning against the tiled floors, his legs are stiff from the flight, his neck has an ache in it from his nap, but the discomfort sort of melts away when he sees you.
Eddie suddenly feels more aware of himself than he ever has around you, the pickup in his heart rate louder than ever. He assumes thatâs got something to do with those feelings heâs got for you. Feelings heâs had and only just recognized.
You're standing by your car right outside the doors with the âpick upâ sign hanging over them, sweater sleeves long enough to cover your palms and a sign (a flimsy piece of paper, really) with the word âloserâ scrawled in sharpie.
âYouâre still my loser,â he remembers you saying, that night in his van. That night he kissed you and you kissed him and everything felt exactly right for just a minute.
A soft chuckle leaves his chest as he walks through the doors, and even with his poor disguise on, you know itâs him right away. A pair of black jeans, ripped in the knees, a faded band tee, and messy curls. So clearly Eddie.
You want to say his name as soon as you see him, shout it excitedly and sort of embarrassingly. Instead, you let go of your paper with one hand and wave, bouncing on your feet just a little.
Your best friend, the best boy youâve ever known, back sooner than you ever couldâve hoped.
A smile splits your cheeks, and a mirrored expression spreads on Eddieâs face, his eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses with the force of it.
When heâs close enough, he drops his suitcase handle and rushes to you, his arms going around your waist and crumpling your piece of paper between your bodies. His hug knocks the air out of you in the best way possible, the smell of his soap and cologne hitting your nose; pine and sandalwood and smoke and something sweet like vanilla.
His hair tickles your nose and you wouldnât want it any other way. Your arms go around his neck, face tucked against his shoulder.
âHey, trouble,â he breathes. Thereâs something like relief there.
âHi, Eddie,â you say, and itâs quiet enough that heâs the only one that could hear you. He squeezes you even tighter, his hug so crushing youâre standing on your tiptoes to stay in it.
âThanks for coming.â
Youâd go to a lot of places for him, almost anywhere. The Indianapolis International Airport isnât all that special.
You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, then remember that youâre still in public, that heâs Eddie Munson, and that youâve been hugging for a long time for something friendly. Clearing your throat, you pull away and tear the edges of your paper between your fingers.
âYeah, yeah. Get in the car.â
He does, a smile still on his face, though itâs softer now, a little shy. As soon as you pull away from the airport, Eddie tugs off his beanie and sunglasses. Heâs often the one driving when youâre together (or, he was when he was always in Hawkins), so he takes this chance to lean his head against the seat and watch you drive.
Thereâs a small squint in your eyes when you look at some signs, and then heâs thinking about how youâd look in glasses, morning eyes bleary behind the frames. Pretty, he thinks. You hum along to the radio and heâs joining in.
âYouâre one-upping me,â you say when he does. âItâs kinda unfair, mister famous singer.â
Itâs sort of crazy, how you can say something so simple, so out-of-mind, and itâs enough to wash away any ounce of worry Eddie had that things would be weird now. He guesses you two are too far in now for something like a kissâthe best kiss of his life, probablyâto change anything.
Too far into your friendship, of course.
âStop, we used to sing together all the time,â he says.
âThat was before you got a record deal! Now itâs unbalanced!â
âThis is the best part of the song, trouble,â Eddie reaches over and twists the volume knob, turning it up, âsing along.â
Youâre shaking your head and youâre smiling and just like that you and Eddie are harmonizing on the bridge. Itâs pitchy (on your part) and easy (on his) and itâs pretty perfect.
The sun sits lower in the sky by the time youâre in Hawkins, pulling into the trailer park. Thereâs an orange hue in the sky, fading into pinks and blues.
Wayneâs car still isnât back from work, and gravel crunches beneath your tires as you park in front of Eddieâs trailer. You look over at him, the time spent in the car talking and singing and soaking in his presence like a plant in sunlight doesnât feel like enough and it feels like everything at the same time.
âWelcome home, Eddie.â
He glances over at you like he has time and time again on the way, eyes flicking over your features even as you turn to look towards the sunset out the window.
âItâs good to be home.â His eyes are still on you.
-
Eddie tried to wait up for Wayne that night, but he seemed to be working way later than he shouldâve been (some things never change) and Eddie was more tired than he thought.
He showered, laid down, and he was out.
He wakes up with hair even messier than usual, his arm stiff from where heâd been using it as a pillow, and indents from the blankets on his bare chest. Telltale signs of a good sleep.
Walking out into the kitchen, that smell of crappy coffee and the sight of his uncle has him smiling, âmorning, Wayne.â
âMy boy,â his uncle sets down his newspaper to greet him, pushing back and standing up to give him a proper hug, hand slapping his back affectionately. âBack so soon. You missed me that much?â
âSure,â he says, pulling back and grabbing a mug from the cabinet. âI wanted to say âhiâ when you got back yesterday, but I was out.â
âI know,â Wayne chuckles a little, âI checked on ya and found you snoring.â
âI donât snore!â
âYou snore, kid.â
âYou have no proof,â Eddie says, sitting across from his uncle the way he has forever. âWhat kept you out so late, anyway? Car giving you trouble?â
Sinking into his seat a little, Wayne fights a smile, âno, not a car.â
âWayne Munson! Were you on a date?â
The thought has Eddie grinning. His uncle deserves someone, he deserves to be loved in that way and to be less lonely.
âIâm the parent here,â he says, though itâs clear in the out-of-character shyness that Eddieâs right, âIâm the one who gets to ask questions.â
âIâm happy for you,â Eddie says.
âShut up and go to the library, I know thatâs why you came back.â
Eddie never really stopped to think of the exact thing that pulled him back here so soon. Obviously he wants to see you, he always does, but that hasnât always been enough to get him home, as awful as that sounds. This time, itâs like he was searching for an opening, any sliver of time so that he could see your face and hear your voice at the same time.
So, yeah, maybe that is ultimately why he came back. And maybe he abandons his coffee mug in favor of getting dressed and driving his van over to the library.
Youâre going through your system and finding overdue books, calling people and having to stay sweet even when theyâre cold with you. Itâs your least favorite task of the job, probably.
Then, the doorâs opening and when you glance up to see who it is, itâs exactly who youâre looking for. Eddie, spinning his car keys around his finger, humming softly.
âSo, where can I find a book on rock ânâ roll?â
âDork.â
It was only yesterday that he saw you, and still, youâre a total breath of fresh air.
âWhat, youâre not happy to see me?â
âOf course I am. What are you doing here?â
âUm, hanging out with my best friend. Put me to work, trouble.â
Best friend, best friend, best friend. The words tug at your heart in two ways. One: even though heâs met so many new people, he still considers you his best. Two: youâre only friends.
âOkay, here,â you pat the desk beside you where the phone sits, âyou can call my overdue books for me.â
âSounds good to me.â
He walks around the desk to go behind it with you, pulling over a chair from the closest table and sitting down.
For every phone call you ask him to make, Eddie puts on some sort of voice. A British accent for one, his terrible high pitched old lady voice for another. Youâre hiding your giggles behind your hand and youâre definitely not thinking of what your boss might say to you if she found out.
It doesnât matter, itâll be worth it to feel this way. Like no time has passed at all, like you and Eddie are kids hiding out in his trailer with the phone book open making prank calls for hours until Wayne had to cut you off. Itâs then and now mingling the way they do when youâve known someone this long.
The door opens again right after Eddie hangs up the last call, right after youâve looked at each other and burst out laughing because of the reaction heâd gotten on the other line.
âMy stomach hurts, Eddie,â you lean back in your chair, and he wipes at his eyes, âstop making me laugh.â
âI canât help it, Iâm just so funny.â
You slap his arm lightly, shaking your head. âSo humble, too.â
You sit up when whoever had walked in comes up to the desk, and you find a young boy and a woman who you assume is his mother.
âGo ahead,â she urges him.
Nervously, the boy steps forward, âare you Eddie Munson?â He asks, and itâs then you notice the small Corroded Coffin pin on the strap of his backpack.
Eddie doesnât really get approached in Hawkins, usually. The people here didnât really like him for a long time, for the most part, and then they just sort of seemed to accept it. He doesnât mind one bit, though. Heâs lucky above a lot of things.
âSure am. Whatâs up, buddy?â
âCould I get an autograph?â The boy asks.
âTotally!â Eddie stands up, grabbing a sharpie and a piece of paper from your desk before walking around it to greet the boy properly.
He kneels down in front of him, gives him a fist bump and wears the kindest smile youâve ever known. Youâre basically a puddle, watching the interaction with fondness melting in your chest.
âWho do I make it out to?â Eddie asks.
The boy looks up at his mom, who nods at him, and he turns back to Eddie, âFrankie.â
âNice to meet you, Frankie. Sick name.â
Eddie uses his leg to write on the page, scrawling a small message that you canât make out from where you sit. When heâs done, he looks back at Frankie and hands him the paper.
âThere you go, buddy.â
âThank you!â His smile is so wide, his eyes disbelieving as he shares a look with his mom.
âThank you,â the woman says. âSorry to bother you, have a nice day.â
âItâs no bother, no worries,â Eddie tells her, waving at the pair as they leave, âhave a good one!â
When he turns back around to face you, youâre smiling all soft and adoringly and heâd sign a million autographs if youâd always look at him that way afterwards.
âWhat?â He asks, like it wasnât a big deal.
âThat was so cute, Eddie. Did you see his face?â
âWhat can I say, the people love me.â Eddie shrugs, playing it off. âThink you have some competition for number one fan, trouble.â
Yeah, right. If only he knew about that damn shoebox you have.
âNot a chance, Munson. That spotâs mine.â
-
It feels like youâve blinked and youâre already driving Eddie back to the airport. Even so, youâre happy knowing that he came home again. Itâs like that distance that had painfully wedged itself between you has been growing smaller and smaller, despite him being away.
With every phone call, every laugh, every utterance of the word âtroubleâ in Eddieâs voice, something welds itself back together, healing over where miles apart had wounded it. Mending like a bone, fractured but never broken.
Beside you, Eddieâs been fidgeting with his rings, twirling them around his fingers as you drive. Youâre not sure why, and you havenât asked, because if he wants to, heâll tell you and youâll listen. Heâs nervous, that much you know.
Eddieâs been thinking about asking you something for a while, and with how his gut twists when he thinks about not seeing you for months at a time again, he figures itâs worth a shot.
He wants to have you around when heâs doing what he loves, when he feels like heâs on top of the world. He wants you there and he thinks it might feel better than ever that way.
You drive up to the drop-off spot, pulling over and parking the car. Eddie turns to look at you, and you do the same so that youâre facing each other. Heâs got a beanie on again, black with a small pair of dice embroidered on the front. There are dark circles under his eyes, and somehow his tiredness makes them shine even more, like the morning sun reflects differently.
âSo,â he starts, dragging out the word. âI have a question for you.â
âOkay, shoot.â
Well, heâs gotta do it now, no matter the nerves or the fear of rejection.
âWill you come on tour with me?â
âWhat?â Is what comes out of your mouth because youâre not sure that you heard him right. Sure, youâve seen him live plenty of times, but not at this stage of his career, not alongside him that way.
âI want you to come on tour with us, with me. Weâre gonna be in New York for a bit, and you should be there.â
âWow, Eddie, I- what about the library? Or traveling? I canât afford-â
âA week,â he cuts you off, hand finding yours on the center console, his fingers weaving their way between yours so easily, like magnets finding each other, like itâs meant to be that way. âCome for a week, and obviously itâs covered, honey.â
You want to say yes, you want to shout it and kiss him again, really. Instead you worry a little. The library would be fine, youâve yet to take any vacation days, anyway, but what if he regrets bringing you? What if heâs asking you on a whim and he doesnât mean it?
âYou really want me there?â You ask, gaze flicking down to your hand in his. His rings are cool against your skin, but his palm is warm, and when he squeezes, itâs an unspoken reassurance.
âI wouldnât ask you if I didnât, trouble. I promise.â
âYouâre serious?â
Youâre still looking at your hands, and that changes when Eddie ducks his head to catch your eye, his gaze is soft and serious all at once, his smile sticky sweet.
âI want you there. If that works for you, I want you there.â His thumb runs a pattern over your hand, back and forth again and again. âIf you want to, youâre more than welcome, and I'll take care of it.â
You might not even let him leave if he keeps talking to you like that, delicate and kind with zero trace of doubt. None at all.
âOkay.â
âOkay, you'll come?â His hand is holding yours tighter, like hope spills from Eddieâs body and needs somewhere to go.
âYeah, Iâll come. Iâll have to check with my boss, but-â
Youâre cut off by Eddieâs arms pulling you into a hug. Itâs uncomfortable, leaned across the center console, seat belt digging into your stomach, but you wouldnât dream of pulling away.
âIâm so glad,â he says.
Your face is hidden in his hair, your smile hidden just the same. Youâre glad, too.
âYouâre gonna be late, Munson.â
He breathes you in again before pulling back, âtrying to get rid of me?â
âTrying to make sure you donât miss your flight.â
âI know. Iâll see you soon?â
Heâs unbuckling his seat belt, pushing the door open, but he doesnât move to get out until you respond.
âYeah, you will. Youâll have to call me, though. I donât know where youâll be.â
âIâll call you, honey.â
When he gets out and grabs his bags, when he turns to wave at you one more time before going inside, it doesnât feel so bad this time. Your chest feels whole, your smile still on your face.
Iâll see you soon. It feels much better than a goodbye.
-
True to his word, Eddie covered everything. Your flight, booking the hotel, and more he probably hasnât told you because he knows that you have a hard time accepting him paying for everything.
Youâd even tried to argue it over the phone, and heâs said âtoo late, babe. Itâs already done.â
Now, with a week ahead of you, youâre in New York City of all places, trailing your suitcase behind you as you exit the airport in search of the car Eddie said heâd send for you. Black, tinted windows, guy in a suit standing by it. Itâs easy enough to spot when most people around are wearing sweats.
âHi, youâre here for me, I think?â You say to the man by the car, telling him your name and getting a nod in affirmation.
âIâm Hank, nice to meet you.â
Hank takes your bag for you, even when you assure him you could do it. So, with nothing else to do, you open the back door and slide into the car, door swinging shut behind you. Youâd fully expected to be by yourself, and okay with it, too, but you arenât.
Right there in the backseat with you is Eddie.
You practically tackle him in the seat, surging forward to hug him, leaning across the leather to get to him. Youâre not sure what carried you to do it. Maybe itâs the fact that he paid for everything, that he wants you to be here enough to do that. That he wants you here at all.
The wind is sort of knocked out of Eddie when your arms wrap around his neck, your hug crushing in his favorite way. Heâs not complaining one bit. Heâs so excited to have you here to see this world of his, for you to be able to see something you helped him achieve, whether you know it or not.
So, with a huff pushed from his chest, his arms curl around you, too. Smooth and easy.
âHappy to see me, trouble?â
âI thought youâd be busy,â you say, because his question is already answered with the tiniest squeeze of your grip around him. âAnd you jerk, you got me first class?â
You draw back into your seat when Hank gets back into the car, unsure of how much he knows or how much heâll say. Not that youâre ashamed for hugging Eddie, but youâre afraid that he might read things the wrong way and youâll have to (painfully, achingly) correct him the way you did with Argyle a while ago.
You distract yourself by tugging your seatbelt over and clicking it into place.
ââCourse I did. Had to get the best for you.â
âYou didnât have to,â you say, and looking at Eddieâs face you donât feel so worried about Hank anymore. You practically forget heâs there. âBut thank you.â
âGoinâ soft on me?â
His voice is teasing. He deflects because he canât exactly tell you that he chose first class, that he covered everything, that he flew you out to him because heâs burying his feelings for you into it all, that itâs easier to do these things without you realizing what it means than it would be to come right out and say it.
He needs more time for that. Time to get brave, to see if you might feel the same. If you might let him kiss you again.
âMaybe Iâm just tired. Getting delirious.â Youâre really not, but just to be safe you add on a small jest of, âloser.â
Still, your tone betrays you, affection woven into the word.
You share a smile with him, eyes sparkling the way they seem to do when youâre with each other. The glow that only appears when youâre in the presence of someone you like this much, someone you know this well. It says enough.
Turning your head, you look out the window, skyscrapers surrounding you, the skyline flying by as you go. Your mouth drops open a little in awe, the busy streets and towering buildings a far cry from the small town youâre so used to.
While you peer outside, Eddie looks at your face in the reflection of the window, accomplishment blooming in his chest at the widening of your eyes and the look on your face.
Shit, heâs so happy to have you here.
Itâs not long until you reach the hotel, the sight of the city enough to occupy you for the drive. Even from the outside, it looks expensive, and youâre about to tell Eddie you canât let him pay for this again when he stops you, âI already paid for your room, so donât say anything. Just enjoy it, okay?â
âYouâre insane, Munson. Wow.â
He knows you mean it as a compliment; he can pick out the intentions from your voice with ease by now, he thinks.
âWait until you try out the bed.â Eddie pulls on a beanie heâd had in his pocket, then the sunglasses that had been hanging from the neck of his shirt. âReady to go in?â
âHell yes. Need to wash the airport off of me.â
ââKay.â Eddie then turns towards your driver, âthanks Hank. And donât worry about the bag, Iâve got it.â
âOf course, Mr. Munson.â
He opens his door and you follow suit, stepping out of the car and watching as Eddie gets your suitcase from the trunk.
âI can take that,â you offer, reaching for the handle as he walks you towards the entrance.
âKindly, fuck off, trouble. I got it.â
You hold your hands up in surrender, a little too happy with the way his hand flexes around the handle of your bag, too happy with his insistence to do this simple thing for you.
Even though he doesnât need to, he stands with you during your check-in process, and he carries your bag over to the elevators and down your hallway, too.
âThis is you,â he says, stopping at your room even though youâre the one holding the key.
âHowâd you know that?â
ââCause Iâm right next door,â he says, grinning at you, âI booked it, trouble. Weâre neighbors!â
âYouâre such a dork.â Youâre grinning right back.
-
The crowdâs cheers are piercing. Chants of the bandâs name covering every other sound in the venue.
Youâre backstage, watching them all warm up in their own ways. Gareth tapping his drumsticks together, Jeff shaking out his hands, Eddie bouncing on his feet. Itâs a complete whirlwind of crew setting up, of commanding voices left and right and itâs sort of unbelievable to be standing in the midst of it all.
You move out of the way with an apology when a stagehand moves by you with a guitar. Eddieâs guitar, red and black and the same one heâs been using since he could afford the instrument. The familiarity of it has you smiling.
The memories that guitar must hold, you wonder, the places itâs seen.
With his guitar now over his neck, Eddie turns to you, energy practically rolling off of him, like every shout from the crowd charges him up further.
âIâm so glad youâre here,â he says, stepping close enough to talk into your ear, over the screaming and the bustle of the crew. âSo fucking glad.â
â30 seconds until youâre on, guys!â A woman wearing a headset shouts.
Eddie pulls back enough to look at your face, but he stays close, his nose inches from yours, his excitement somehow spilling from him and into you. Itâs the sort of infectious feeling you get when itâs obvious someoneâs doing what they love, when their passion is palpable.
âBreak a leg, Munson.â
âFive seconds!â
âSee you on the other side, honey.â
Eddie reaches for your hand, gives it a firm squeeze, and then heâs off, jetting onto the stage behind his bandmates. The crowd roars even lowder, enough to leave your ears ringing but you donât care. You take it in.
Itâs one thing to read about it, to see pictures, to see footage on TV, even. But seeing it for yourself is a whole new kind of crazy.
The size of the audience is a far cry from the shows they used to play at the Hideout, the words to the songs being known and sung just the way Eddie had always dreamed. The pride that swells in your chest is huge, a balloon expanding and expanding only you donât think itâll ever pop. Thereâs always more room to be proud of someone you love.
You stand side stage, exactly where Eddie had told you to. Just far enough that the audience canât see you, hidden by shadows, but close enough that he can see you.
Eddie hasnât felt this way at a show for a long time. Not to say he doesnât love every show, because he does, but sometimes the energy will feel different, better, higher. The crowd is a great one, and even more importantly, youâre here.
Youâre here and Eddie flicks his eyes over to you constantly during the show because he just canât help it. The wide smile on your face makes him want to work harder to keep it there, the way you bop along and mouth the words to his music is something heâll never forget.
You know the words. Of course, youâd known them to the early songs, when his only performances were in Hawkins and you were at every single one. But even now, albums later, you know the words.
And to top it all off, youâre wearing Corroded Coffin merch, a baggy t-shirt tucked into your jeans. God, he canât stop fucking looking at you.
Between songs, he goes over to Gareth, and then Jeff, speaking into their ears without a mic so you donât know what heâs saying. But by the gleam in his eyes, you know he must be up to something.
He walks over to the side of the stage where you stand, trading off his current guitar for his acoustic one, even older and worn than the last. The painted letters reading âthis machine slays dragonsâ scratched and faded by now.
Youâd been there when he painted them on, giggling at the lopsided way they turned out, pouting when Eddie smeared paint on your bare arm in retaliation.
Heâs gone from playing it in his bedroom in the trailer to playing it for thousands of people.
âAlright guys,â he starts, back at his mic. âWeâre gonna slow it down for this next one, that sound okay?â
The response he gets is a wave of cheers.
âAlright, alright. Cool.â He starts strumming, chords you recognize right away. âWeâve got a cover for you tonight. I want to dedicate this song to my best friend. This oneâs for you, trouble.â
Your eyes are misty with unshed tears. Heâs playing your favorite song, the only one youâd ever learned on guitar because you forced him to teach it to you. Your hands go to your cheeks, warmth bursting through you at his gesture.
And heâd called you âtrouble.â Hadnât used your name because this is something thatâs just for you and him. Yours.
Eddie flicks his eyes over to you (again) as he sings, his hands moving with ease on his guitar because heâs known how to play this song for ages. Longer than his own songs, even.
His heart sort of melts at the expression on your face, dripping down his ribs in oozing, pink waves.
Even from where he is, even with the lights beaming down on him, he can see the tears in your eyes, the way your hands hold your face the way they do when youâre overwhelmed. He hopes itâs in a good way, and with the way the words of the song are broken up by a smile on your face, he thinks it is.
After the song, with a quick âthank youâ into the mic, Eddie walks offstage, towards you again, to switch his guitar back. Before he puts the other one over his neck, though, he rushes to you.
The arm that isnât holding his guitar tugs you around your neck into a hug. Heâs sweaty and breathing hard, his chest rising and falling where itâs pressed to yours, but you donât care. You hug him around the waist and squeeze.
âThank you,â you say, loud enough for only him to hear.
âThank you, trouble.â
A kiss to the top of your head, and heâs off again.
Eddieâs back at the mic quickly, his guitar in place again. âAlright everyone, back to our regularly scheduled programming.â
-
After the show, Eddie brought you back to the green room with the rest of the band, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as soon as he ran off stage to tug you along with him. Insistent but kind in the way he did it, sure not to pull too tight, turning his head to check on you behind him along the way.
Even when youâre worlds away from his, from the fame and the constant travel and the fans, Eddie makes you feel like youâre a part of it. Like you belong here.
Thereâs a couch pressed to one of the walls in the green room, chairs set up around it for more seating, a table of snacks and water bottles set up near the door.
Conversations happen all around you, crew members, photographers, big paper writers, but yours is seperate.
After the well-deserved congratulations on a great show, you, Eddie, Gareth, and Jeff found your places on the couch, heads turned towards each other. Youâre on the edge, Eddie next to you, his thigh, arm, shoulder, all squished against yours.
Itâs nice. The warmth of his skin against yours, the post-show adrenaline that has all three of the boys in a great mood.
After all, Gareth and Jeff were your friends, too. Not in the way Eddieâs your friend, of course. You donât think anyone could ever come close. Being with all of them reminds you of when youâd watch them practice in Jeffâs garage in high school, sitting sideways in a chair theyâd left in there for you, legs kicked up on the armrest.
âWhat a show,â Gareth says. Eddieâs told you before that a good crowd makes a huge difference, and itâs clear in the way the three of them talk about it, the way they smile and shake their heads at what theyâve accomplished.
âI mean, someone flashed me their tits, so itâs definitely a good night,â Jeff, on the opposite end of the couch from you, sighs happily.
You scrunch your nose.
âGross, dude.â Eddie leans over Gareth to shove Jeffâs shoulder. âThereâs a lady present.â
âCome on! She hung out with us in high school. Peak outcast status.â Jeff defends himself. âSheâs hardly a lady to me. No offense.â
âNone taken, Jeff.â You lean forward to address him, smiling kindly.
âSee? None taken, asshole.â Jeff shoves Eddie back.
By doing so, heâs pushed even closer to you, his weight against you further. Eddie stabilizes himself with a hand on your leg, his palm warm through the fabric of your jeans. He leaves it there even when he sits normally.
âSo,â Gareth grabs your attention with your name, âhowâs Hawkins? Missing us horribly?â
âLetâs just say, the Hideout is pretty boring now.â
âGood riddance.â Gareth teases, giving Jeff a high five.
You know itâs mostly a joke, but it also isnât, really. These boys werenât treated right there. Ridiculed for having passions and hobbies that werenât so conventional. Theyâre right to be glad to be away, to be glad to be loved now.
Still, thereâs a dull ache at the thought that Eddie feels the same. That Hawkins is too small, too awful for him. That youâre not enough for him, having your life there.
Then, youâre reminded of his hand on your leg, and you shake off your thoughts, covering them with a smile.
âYou know,â Jeff, the most lacking of a filter of the group, says, âthis guyâs a whole lot happier now that you guys are talking a bunch.â Eddie, he means. You know by the way he ruffles his hair.
Eddie shifts in his seat. He wants to tell Jeff to shut up, to stop because he could say too much, could give away too much. He knows he loves you, and he will tell you, he will. But not like this.
He settles for a glare in Jeffâs direction.
âOh, Iâm not-â you start, flustered at the idea of being any kind of reason for Eddieâs happiness, especially being one that causes a noticeable shift.
âNo!â Gareth jumps in, âitâs true. He used to grump around the hotel room and yell at us for having the TV on too loud-â
âI did not yell.â
â-and now he doesnât care âcause heâs on the phone with you, anyways.â
âRight!â Jeff again. âFirst thing he does when we get to a new hotel is lock himself in his room and call you. Itâs soooo cute.â He pitches his voice up for the last bit, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, a faux-innocent smirk on his face.
Eddie thinks he might punch Jeff right now. He thinks that often but heâs actually, really considering it (heâs not really, but still). He sounds like an absolute dork, the way Jeff puts it, even though heâs right. Relying on your voice through the phone to make his nights, counting down the minutes until the next time he can call.
Heâs so pathetic over you. So pathetic and so in love he doesnât know how he didnât see it before.
He musters an: âokay. Shut up.â
Thatâs when you look at Eddie, whoâs spinning the ring around his thumb on the hand that isnât on your leg, looking down at his lap all sheepish. Thereâs a tinge of pink spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears that you can see with the way heâs wearing his hair, a messy bun at the back of his head.
Itâs fucking cute. You want to kiss him so bad for it. Instead, you hold the hand thatâs on your leg, nudging your shoulder into his.
-
The next day comes and goes. You have the day to yourself to explore New York, wearing in your platform mary janes and doing enough walking to wake up a little sore tomorrow, but itâs great.
You eat brunch by yourself in a quiet cafe, your current read open on the table in front of you. The rest of the day is spent being a full-on tourist, which youâre a little embarrassed about, but itâs a big city, and you definitely arenât the only tourist around.
Well, the rest of the day minus dinner.
Eddie couldnât join you because of some press stuff, feature pictures for a magazine, a couple of interviews, a small writing session. Of course, heâd invited you along, but you didnât want to get in the way, and there were things you wanted to see. It worked out.
Nonetheless, Eddie made sure to meet you for dinner, because there was no way he wasnât going to do anything with you at all. Heâs got about 4 days left, he isnât going to waste a second.
Heâs there before you are, signaling you over before the hostess can offer to seat you, and you send her a smile as you make your way over to Eddieâs table. Heâs gotten you both a booth in the far corner, an echo of the table youâve claimed as yours at Bennyâs back in Hawkins.
Eddie trusts this place, itâs private and small enough to have no sign or awning outside. A good place to hide in plane sight.
Despite the reminder, the place is much different than Bennyâs. Fancy enough to have you kicking Eddieâs leg under the table at the prices, which he tells you not to look at, tells heâs buying and you donât have to worry. You still stick to the cheaper side of the menu.
So no, itâs not Bennyâs, but Eddie still steals food from your plate, still smudges whipped cream on your nose after convincing you to split some dessert with him.
Over bites of cake he tells you about the song they were working on todayâleaving out that heâd written a lot of lyrics about youâand how far theyâd gotten.
âItâs not done, but itâs getting there.â
âDoes that mean youâll play it for me?â You ask.
âMmm, I donât know.â Eddie taps his chin like heâs contemplating. âYou did kick me earlier.â
âHey! Iâve kicked you before without consequence.â
âYou know youâre really not helping your case here, trouble.â
âIâll hear that song, Munson.â
And itâs left at that, because you will. Eddie can't really say no to you (has he ever been able to?) and he misses playing his songs for you before anyone else. Minus those involved in making it, obviously.
With the bill paid by Eddie, after much stubbornness, the two of you slip out the front doors with twin smiles on your faces, so saccharine itâs insane that the two of you are mostly oblivious to the otherâs feelings.
Your smiles fade quickly when a wave of camera flashes go off on either side of the doors, surrounding the entrance to the small restaurant.
Thereâs a rock in Eddieâs stomach, sinking in dread that youâre with him as this is happening. Itâs not what you signed up for and itâs not something you deserve.
âEddie, over here!â
âWhoâs the girl?â
âIs that your girlfriend?â
The shouts come all at once, overwhelming and intimidating and you have no idea what to do. Your hands shake a little, your heartbeat a rapid thumping in your chest.
Eddieâs instincts kick in quickly, though, having been through this many times before. This time, itâs worse. This time, thereâs you.
He tosses an arm over your shoulder and rests his hand on the back of your head, gently urging you to look down so that they donât get your face, his other hand grabbing your arm lightly to take you to the car where Hank waits.
Eddie opens the back door and urges you in first, shielding the entrance to the car as you shuffle across the seat to give him room. He slams the door as soon as his feet are inside, telling Hank to head back to the hotel.
Your chests are rising and falling in tandem, a matching rhythm. Scared, overwhelmed, anxious, and all for different reasons. You, from the completely foreign situation. Eddie, from how badly it couldâve fucked things up.
âShit.â He breathes, and then his hands are on your face, cupping your cheeks to turn you towards him. âShit, honey. Iâm so sorry. I had no idea theyâd- are you okay?â
His touch is grounding, his immediate concern being you and your feelings casting a warmth over your nerves, the sun breaking through the clouds of your mind.
âIâm okay. It just startled me.â You grab his wrists in hopes that your touch can help him, too. âBut Iâm okay. Donât be sorry, Eddie. Itâs not like you called them there. This isnât your fault.â
âI didnât think anyone knew me there.â
âPeople know you a lot of places, mister rockstar.â Youâre trying to ease the atmosphere, but the worried furrow in his brows stays put. âEddie, Iâm okay. I swear.â
âIâm sorry.â
âStop with that.â Then, another attempt at brightening things, you try to joke, or maybe youâre thinking out loud. âWhat if they call us a couple?â
Your voice has a teasing lilt to it, but thereâs more underneath it. For once, Eddie can't exactly read what it is.
His thumbs stroke over your cheeks mindlessly, his eyes flicking all over your face. So fucking pretty, he thinks. And so his reply isnât what you expect, but he canât help it when you look the way you do and when youâre fighting off his concerns with only a few words.
âWould that be so bad?â He says it more than asks it.
Itâs your turn to study him, the endearing blush to his cheeks, the way his bangs fall over his forehead, the way his eyes flick between your own.
âNo, I guess not.â
For a split second after you speak, you think he might kiss you again, his face barely inching towards yours, his fingertips easing into your hairline.
And then Hank coughs and Eddieâs hands are gone and yours fall away from him, too.
Eddie clears his throat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Be normal, he urges himself. So, he offers, âhow âbout I play you that song?â
And when you get back to the hotel, thatâs exactly what he does.
-
Itâs hours later and youâre still in Eddieâs room. There was the songâthe fucking song, played acoustically since thatâs all he has in the room, his voice and his guitar and his lyricsâand then a movie paused halfway through so that you could change into pajamas in your room, and then the rest of the movie.
Now, itâs idle chatter, the paparazzi speed bump gone from your minds by now, replaced by a debate on whether or not the movie you just watched was good.
âIt was so bad, Eddie. Are you joking?â
âYou just donât have the sophisticated movie knowledge to know good cinema when you see it.â
Heâs totally lying. The movie was awful, but Eddie likes to argue with you. He likes the way you scrunch your nose or eyebrows at his stupid jabs, likes the way youâll smile the entire time because youâre never actually arguing.
ââSophisticated movie knowledge,â he says. Like you havenât just rewatched the same twelve movies your whole life.â
âAnd those twelve movies are all amazing!â
âI think to consider yourself sophisticated youâve gotta watch twenty-five movies. At least.â
âSince when are there rules? Knowledge is knowledge, babe.â
âThere are rules since now. We canât go around letting just anyone say they know movies.â
âWhoâs we?â
âUmâŚâ
âHm?â Eddie urges, a smile growing on his face because he hasnât had this much fun, hasnât felt this light, in a long time.
âI donât know.â You give up, shrugging your shoulders. When a puff of breath leaves Eddieâs mouth, the failed holding back of a laugh, you lean over and shove his shoulder. âShut up.â
Youâre sitting cross-legged in the middle of Eddieâs hotel bed. Itâs huge, a king size with like ten pillows and crisp, white blankets. Itâs a mess now, the blankets shifted and wrinkled, some pillows tossed on the floor, one on your lap.
âI totally just won that.â Eddie says.
âYou did not! That movie fucking sucked, Munson.â
Heâs sitting near the end of the bed, half facing you, half facing the TV. After you speak, though, he fully twists towards you, shifting so that heâs leaning on his hands in front of you.
âYou wanna say that again?â
âThat movie sucked.â
âOkay. Thatâs it.â
And then heâs on you, his fingers pushing into the soft of your tummy to tickle you because he knows thatâs where youâre the most ticklish. This is how he used to win all of the arguments.
âJerk!â You try to push at his shoulders, words broken by giggles, but heâs relentless. âGet off me!â
âAdmit you lost.â
âNo.â
âWell, then. Your fault.â
Eddie keeps going until youâre breathless from laughing and attempting to overpower him. As a last resort, you bring your knee up and hit him in the thigh. Being the dramatic he is, Eddie clutches his leg and falls onto the bed like heâs been shot.
âOw, fuck. How am I gonna perform in these conditions?â
âOh, stop.â Youâre laying beside each other now, your face turned towards Eddie, his up at the ceiling in his fake pain. âI just won, by the way.â
His act falls away after you say it, and you think heâs gonna strike again, tickle you or make another silly counterpoint. Instead, he turns towards you, too, your noses a whisper apart, breath hitting each other's faces.
âI fucking missed you, trouble.â
âYeah.â Your chest is rising and falling steadily, still recovering from Eddieâs tickles, maybe from his words, too. âMe too.â
Your hair has fanned across your cheek from the movement, and Eddie reaches out to push it away, behind your ear. His fingertips are gentle, featherlight, but they have your face nudging into the touch anyways. Like you couldnât help it, like itâs an instinct.
And then, in a moment, a simple blink, Eddieâs pushing himself closer, putting his lips on yours. Eddieâs kissing you again.
His hand settles itself fully on your cheek, fingers splayed over your skin, sure to leave behind streaks of gold. Or, at least, youâd think they would. The feeling sparkling in shimmers across your cheek.
Your brain takes a second to catch up, but when it does, youâre already kissing him back, your fingers tucked into his guitar pick necklace to tug him closer. Itâs easy, you think, to kiss him. Easy to want this, to move your mouth in rhythm with his.
Youâve only kissed once before, but itâs like youâve been doing it a lifetime with how right it feels.
Eddie hadnât even realized he was going to kiss you until he was doing it. His thoughts were all you you you and then his eyes were on your mouth and then he was there, kissing you.
He nudges his knee between your legs, shuffling himself even closer to you without breaking it because heâs afraid that if he pulls away, itâll be the end and he doesnât want that. He could kiss you forever, could kiss you until heâs completely sick, until thereâs no oxygen left in his lungs because all he can breathe in is you.
Your other hand holds his arm, fingertips just under the sleeve of his t-shirt, his warmth seemingly seeping into you through your hand, spreading down your arm and into your stomach and everywhere.
You really like kissing him. You like it so much.
Eddieâs wondering how heâll ever let you go home after this, how heâll be able to say goodbye to you at the airport and go back to touring with his bed empty and nobody to give him shit over a movie. Luckily, he doesnât have to deal with that now.
No, now it feels like heâs dreaming. Because heâs kissing you and itâs even better than he remembered from last time and he wants to be allowed to do this always.
He leaves it at kissing, this thing too delicate to risk, too long spent building up to this and he wants to enjoy every moment. Heâd be content if all he could do is kiss you, because itâs the best thing heâs ever had. Youâre the best thing heâs ever had.
Itâs long before either of you pull away, a push and pull of your mouths, breaking apart for less than a second before jumping back in. When you do pull away, itâs mutual, both of your breathing coming out in pants, both of your mouths slightly agape, eyes locked on each otherâs.
Eddie moves first, pulling you over so that your head is tucked beneath his chin, nose pressed against the neckline of his shirt. Heâs got a hand tossed over your waist, palm flat on your back, the other holding the back of your head to him.
You fall into place easily, just like you had when he kissed you. One of your hands is wedged under his neck, the other still on his arm. Itâs like youâre a set, two pieces meant to fit together just like this.
âI think I won, trouble.â
âShut up.â
In the morning, you wake up in a similar position, having fallen asleep with the TV humming in the background and the haze of your kiss still heavy over you both.
Now, however, youâve shifted a little bit. Eddieâs on his back, but heâd brought you along with him in his sleep. Or, youâd followed. Either way, your headâs rested on his chest, your arm tossed over his stomach where his t-shirt rides up to reveal a patch of skin.
Youâre struck with the thought that youâve shared a bed before, countless times, but never this close. Youâve cuddled before, too, but itâs never felt like this. Intimate, affectionate, more.
You close your eyes and go back to sleep, not quite ready to give this up.
-
When youâd woken up the second time that morning, Eddie was already up, the door to his ensuite shut with light slipping under the doorway. And when heâd walked out with a âgood morning, sleepyhead,â it was like everything was normal.
Youâd fallen into your routine with him, and now, after not nearly enough time, youâre at the airport again. The last couple of days a blur, your parting ways this morning even more so.
Hank had driven you again, and Eddie made sure to be in the car with you, to squeeze out every second of time left. Youâd hugged each other in the back seat, whispered âIâll miss youâs and âthank youâs for the week you had.
The ache slipped into you again, the uncertainty of when youâll see him next, the feeling of missing him that lingers and lingers.
Still, youâd twisted around and waved to the tinted windows of the car with a smile before going inside, knowing heâd be behind them, really hoping heâd be looking.
Of course Eddie was looking. He peered into the glass doors of the airport until your figure was completely out of sight, until Hank had to ask him if he was good to go. He should have kissed you goodbye, he thinks. Should have kissed you and told you how he felt but he has no idea how. Next time, heâll say it. He has to.
The trek through the airport is boring, and youâre still early by the time you get to your gate. Hoping to pass time, you head into one of the duty-free shops.
Thatâs when you see it.
Thereâs a wall of magazines and newspapers, a whole shelf taken up by a picture of Eddie. A picture of you and Eddie. Itâs from that night at the restaurant, and youâre lucky that your face canât be seen, ducked down and covered by shadows and Eddieâs hand.
Surprisingly enough, the picture isnât what gets to you, itâs whatâs written about it. You drift over and flip to the page indicated on the cover to see the âfull story.â It feels like a punch to the gut.
âMetal Heartthrob Eddie Munson was seen leaving a restaurant in New York City with an unknown woman. How could she get his attention, Iâm sure youâre wondering. Weâd love to know, too. Is Munson the type to settle for a normie? Or is she only a fling? The second option would make the most sense, we think. Keep reading to learn why she doesnât fit.â
You slam the paper shut, setting it back on the shelf and standing there like an idiot, your hands shaking a little, your heart in your throat.
âCan you believe it?â A woman says to you, pointing at the damn picture. âHe could do way better. Iâm just saying.â
âOh. Yeah,â you offer weakly, walking away and finding a seat at your gate.
It stings when you know you shouldnât let it get to you, but itâs like every insecurity youâve had has been splashed onto a page for everyone to see. You donât belong in his world anymore, you arenât enough to be in it, he doesnât want you that way.
Itâs a disgusting spiral that eats at you as you sit and wait, as you board your flight, even as you find your seat next to a man whoâs already asleep. You can't believe the things people feel okay saying about someone else, and even worse, you canât believe how they wedge themselves under your skin.
You wrap your arms around yourself, peering out the window and trying to convince yourself that whoever wrote it is wrong, that the woman in the store was wrong. But all your mind can conjure is reasons why theyâre right.
You arenât a model, or an actress, or anything of the sort like the other women Eddieâs dated since becoming the star he is. You never will be.
Worst of all, these last few days you really thought he could feel the way you do, even a fraction of it. You thought that he buried feelings he couldnât say into that kiss, that maybe, maybe he could be in love with you, even just a little bit.
Now, you feel like an idiot for ever letting yourself think that could be true, your eyes blurring with tears of frustration and a hurt that shouldnât even be there, but cuts deep.
Youâre just friends, itâs always been that way. Itâs your own damn fault, really, for falling in love with him. Falling in love with the best boy youâve ever known, with your best friend, with the only person who makes you feel the way he does.
Itâs your fault that you let a tear slip down the slope of your cheek as your plane takes off. You wipe it away quickly.
Eddie feels strange as he lays back onto his hotel bed after dropping you off. Thereâs a cold present in his room now. The evident and devastating lack of your presence, like the chill that washes over a summer day when the sun is swallowed by a gray cloud.
He already wants to call you, but youâre miles in the air by now.
He really shouldâve kissed you goodbye.
-
Eddie ends up calling two days after you get home. He wanted to do it sooner, but the whirlwind got to him, and after a week in one place, it was back on the road. He got caught up, but he has the time now, and heâs been eager to use it.
Your number is practically muscle memory by now, dialed without a second thought. He listens to the ringing, fingers pulling at the threads in the rip of his jeans as he waits sitting on his bed. He counts the seconds until you pick up.
Back in Hawkins, it was hard to believe that only a couple of days ago you were in New York City with Eddie, watching him play, having dinner with him, kissing him. Being home, it feels like the whole trip had been a dream.
You fell into your life here quickly, a full day shift at the library, a visit there from Dustin with a stack of overdue books and questions of how Eddieâs doing.
Itâs impossible not to think about him, still. So of course youâd pick up the phone on the chance itâd be his voice on the other end.
âHello?â
Eddieâs head thumps back against the headboard when he hears your voice, âhey, trouble.â
âEddie.â You were hoping it was him, yet youâre still a little surprised. You shouldnât be, heâs been calling often for a while now, but youâve been feeling nervous ever since reading that stupid article. Insecure, stupid, a whole bunch of negatives that wonât leave you alone. But heâs calling, so you try not to think of that. âHow are you?â
âGood! Iâm good.â He shuts his eyes, tries to picture what you might look like right now. He doesnât think his mind could ever do you enough justice. âJeff totally ate shit during soundcheck today, you wouldâve loved it. Youâre good?â
âItâs kind of weird being back here.â You say, your honesty spilling the way it does over the phone. Youâre braver this way. âBut I saw Dustin today. He asked about you.â
âYeah?â The grin on Eddieâs face is immediate, your voice soft and somehow exactly what he needed. âDid you tell him Iâm still the coolest guy ever?â
âSure,â you drag out the word.
âWhatever. I totally am.â Thereâs a lull for a second, the sound of sheets ruffling on his end as he shifts on the bed. âYou said it was weird being back?â
Itâs hard to read his tone through a phone, but he sounds sincere as ever, his voice softer when he says it. You shift a little, too.
âA little. Just getting back into things, you know?â Youâre on your back now, eyes fixed on a spot on your ceiling. âNew York is a lot different than Hawkins.â
Eddieâs not sure what makes him think itâyour voice going quiet, the way it takes you a little longer to answerâbut he can tell that somethingâs off. You sound sad, and thereâs a twinge in his chest at the thought of you upset. Youâre undeserving of it, and heâs got the urge to break the rules of the universe and jump through the phone to be there for you.
âYeah, it is. You okay, honey?â
The question strikes you. You hadnât known that youâd been acting any differently, but you suppose thatâs how it goes. You can only hide so much, and those words splashed on a page about you have weighed heavy on your mind since youâd seen them.
But you canât bring yourself to tell Eddie any of it. What if he hasnât seen it? Worse, what if he has and he doesnât want to bring it up because he agrees?
So, you come up with a lazy excuse, âoh. Iâm okay, Eddie. Just a long shift today.â
âYou sure?â Even though he canât see you right now, thereâs something in him telling him you arenât being honest. Itâs like heâs got a sense for these things when it comes to you, embedded in his heart the way you are.
âIâm sure. Iâm just tired.â
He knows that thereâs something else to it, but he wonât pry. All he wants to do is help, so he lets himself say what heâs been thinking since youâve left. âIs it pathetic that I already miss you?â
A smile flickers on your face.
âIf it is, Iâm pathetic, too.â
âAt least weâre in it together, then.â
After you eventually hang up, Eddie canât fight off the feeling that something's happened. Heâs gotta figure it out, he wants to fix it, to pull away any pain you might be feeling. Heâd take it for himself if he could.
So, although heâll get endless shit for it, he finds Gareth and Jeff watching TV in the living room of their suite and figures he might as well ask them.
âHey,â he starts, standing in front of the TV despite their groans to make sure theyâll listen. âDid either of you say something to her? About⌠um, you know.â
The way that he doesnât even have to speak your name for them to know who heâs talking about says enough about the âyou know.â Heâs slightly worried that theyâd told you how he felt about you and it scared you off. He really, really hopes that isnât it.
âAbout you being grossly in love with her?â Gareth checks, though he surely didnât need to.
âYes, asshole.â
âNope. I didnât. Jeff?â
âNo, man.â Jeff huffs, âand youâre blocking the TV.â
âI know! I need you guys to help me out.â Eddie starts pacing in front of the TV. He explains your phone call, how he felt like something was wrong, that you were upset. They both listen, though Jeff occasionally tries to lean around to see the screen. âSo? What do you think?â
âMaybe it has to do with that article,â Gareth says.
âWhat article?â
âYou know, the one with that picture of you two leaving that restaurant.â
âThereâs a fucking article about that?â Eddie twists his ring around his thumb. Shit.
âOh, yeah,â Jeff points towards the small table near the entryway of the room, âitâs over there. Kinda brutal.â
âYou idiots didnât think to tell me?â
âUm, itâs pretty popular, actually.â Gareth shrugs. âThought you wouldâve seen it by now.â
âHow are we idiots for helping you?â Jeff asks.
Eddie flips him off over his shoulder as he goes into his room, shutting the door behind him. Heâs still pacing, flipping the pages to find the right one. His stomach sinks when he lands on it and skims the words written.
âIs Munson the type to settle for a normie?â
He makes an actual sound when he reads it. Something of disbelief and shock. He knew that having the life he does comes with these things, and heâs learned to deal with them when it comes to comments about himself. But you? No fucking way.
If he was ever lucky enough to have you, he wouldnât be settling, heâd be the happiest he could ever be, probably. Maybe itâs time he finds out.
If youâd read any of this, if you believed it, he canât help but feel at fault. Sure, he didnât write it, he didnât publish it, but he brought you to that restaurant and heâs the reason that paparazzi was there. If thereâs anything he can do to fix this, he will.
So, he makes a plan. He calls his manager and gets himself a spot on the next flight out to Indianapolis. He can miss a studio session or an interview, it doesnât matter.
This is far more important. Youâre more important.
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Eddie doesnât pack anything for the flight. He doesnât have the time nor the concern to do it. Heâs got the beanie on his head, sunglasses over his eyes, and a hoodie pulled over it all.
He doesnât take the time to get a driver, so he takes a cab back to Hawkins once he lands in Indianapolis. Itâs already dark out, probably way too late to head straight to your place but he does it anyway. No time to waste.
Slamming the cab door, he tells the driver your address and tells him to drive quickly. He gets a thumbs up in return and thatâs it. Eddieâs forced to sit there, his leg bouncing anxiously as he waits impatiently to get to you.
He should be tired, should be fighting heavy eyelids and yawns, but he isnât. Eddieâs determined and nervous, eager to get to you and agonizing over whether or not this is the right move.
But, heâs made his choice. Heâll stand by it. Thereâs no denying the way he feels, and heâd do anything to make you feel okay.
Eddie spends the drive trying to figure out what heâll say to you. His thoughts are a mess of speeches and phrases that just donât sound right. He doesnât think thereâs a way with words that really conveys the extent of his affections, but heâs going to try. He figures a four letter word is a good place to start.
His palms are sweaty as the cab pulls up to your place, your apartment in a building thatâs been converted from its original use. Eddie grabs cash from his wallet and hands it to his driver, telling him to keep the change.
He stands there and stares for a minute, taking off his hat and sunglasses now that heâs on a quiet, deserted street. Heâs got no idea what time it is, no idea whether heâll be waking you up or not, but he huffs and heads to your door, lucky that he can access it from outside.
With his fist raised, Eddie takes as big a breath as he can muster, and knocks on the door.
You were having a hard time sleeping, tossing around uncomfortably until you gave up and grabbed the book from your nightstand. Youâd been mid-chapter when you heard the knocking, almost convinced youâd imagined the sound.
And then it comes again, four quick taps on your door. You donât have a single guess for who it could be, but you set your book face down and kick your blankets off, turning on your light on your way to the door and squinting at the brightness.
Youâre not sure what exactly you were expecting to find on the other side of the door, but it wasnât this. Wasnât him.
âEddie? What the hell are you doing here?â
He takes a second to look you over, his hands stuffed in his hoodieâs pocket. Youâre wearing a pair of floral pajama shorts, ruffled at the hem, and your fucking Corroded Coffin t-shirt. Yeah, he made the right choice coming here.
He avoids your question. âCan I come in?â
âOh! Yeah, sorry.â You open the door further and step aside, closing it after he steps inside. âArenât you supposed to be on tour?â
âI needed to see you.â
Needed to. Like itâs bigger than a want.
âIs everything okay?â You ask, leaning against your door. Eddieâs not far, only a step away from you.
âThat article was bullshit.â
âWhat?â
He takes the step, his feet toe to toe with yours now. Youâre forced to tilt your head up due to his proximity, his eyes unwavering and still, the way they always are, soft. You fiddle with your hands behind your back.
âThat article about us, it was total bullshit.â
âI donât-â
âI know you saw it, and it was wrong. You arenât a fling to me, you arenât a fucking normie. Youâre my favorite person in the entire world.â
Eddieâs found, now that heâs started, he canât stop pouring things out. He pushes your hair from your face, trails his hand lightly down your arm until heâs tugging yours from behind your back, weaving his fingers between yours.
âMy favorite, okay?â He continues, his stare flicking between your eyes, like heâs making sure you believe him. âWhoever wrote that is a shithead and I donât believe any of it. None, honey. Iâm sorry that I put you in that position, you didnât deserve it. But itâs bullshit.â
You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest, your fingers squeezing around Eddieâs as he speaks like youâre making sure heâs real. That heâs here and heâs saying these things and heâs looking at you the way he did before he kissed you.
âYou-â you clear your throat, voice weak at first from his words. âYou came all the way here to tell me that?â
His free hand tugs at the neckline of his hoodie, his gaze flicking down to your hands and then back to your face. âYes.â Thereâs the lightest blush to his cheeks, âamong other things.â
âOther things?â
You donât want to guess, shouldnât let yourself get your hopes up and up and up. But your mind does it on its own accord. What if he-
âI love you,â he rushes it out in a breath, but you hear it all the same. âIâm in love with you, trouble.â
âYou are?â
Your eyes are wide, your hand tight around his, and Eddie smiles because he canât help it. He made the right choice.
âIâm in love with you,â he says again. âI have been for a long time, I think. I only figured it out a bit ago, but it doesnât feel new.â
âMe too, Eddie.â You barely register your own words, your grin spreading wide or the way you laugh in disbelief. Finally. âI love you, too. For a long time. But I knew it.â
His heart squeezes. He wonders how long, how hard it mustâve been for you to keep it inside while he took forever like an idiot to register his own feelings. But heâs got you now, and thatâs more than enough.
âWell, youâve always been smarter than me.â
âCan I get that in writing?â
And then his free hand is cupping your jaw, his nose nudging yours. âShut up.â
He kisses you then, broken by your smiles but the best one yet. Because itâs out there: you love each other. It isnât a question of whether or not, itâs a certainty. Youâre in love and you can have this. You have this.
Your hand that isnât clasped in his holds the back of his neck lightly, your fingers tangled in his curls, keeping him close.
Eddie doesnât go far when he pulls away, his forehead tilted against yours, his hand still on your face. The corners of his eyes crinkle from his smile, and you canât help but kiss him again. A peck, another, and another.
âIâve got like 36 hours. Think I could stay?â
You nod, your smile mirroring his. Lovesick, totally stupidly happy.
âYeah?â Eddie swings your joined hands lightly. You nod again. âGood. I wouldâve had to walk back to the trailer if not. I probably wouldâve died.â
âAlways dramatic, Munson.â
âBut you love me anyways.â
âGuess I do.â Your fingers gently tug at tangles in his hair. âYouâre sure about this? Even with the distance?â
Eddie lifts his forehead from yours to make sure you can see his face fully. His thumb smoothes over your cheekbone.
âIâve never been more sure. Ever.â And he hasnât, not even when he knew he wanted to do music forever. Because heâd give it up for you if he had to, though he knows youâd never ask him to. âIâll call you so much youâll get sick of me. And you can come with me when you have time, and Iâll come home when I have time. I want this so much, okay? So much.â
âI do, too.â You look at your hands, thinking about how youâd always thought they were meant to be holding one another. âYouâre okay with dating a normie?â
âFuck that.â His hand on your face tilts it just a little, urging your sight onto his. âYouâre my trouble. Nothing else matters.â
My trouble.
âAnd youâd really come back to Hawkins more for me?â
âIâm going to.â Eddie understands why youâre asking. In the past, heâs gone quiet, heâs gotten caught up, but after tonight? Heâs never gonna hear the end of it from the band, thatâs for sure. âYouâll totally get sick of me, youâll see.â
âDonât think thatâs possible.â You look at his face, the eyes you could never forget, the dusting of stubble across his jawline. A face thatâs been on TV and countless magazines, albums and posters. âI always thought you outgrew this town.â
âI never outgrew you.â
You know thereâs more to figure out, more worries to be had, but youâre in love and you can say it. Thatâs whatâs important now, thatâs what youâll enjoy.
The shoebox that sits in your closet has served you well, but you wonât need to pick at the scraps anymore. Wonât need to hold onto this boy through magazines and newspapers.
My trouble.
When you kiss again, youâre sure that youâll never want to be anything else.
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hi!! thanks so so much for reading these two <3 iâve had so much fun with rockstar!eddie and i hope u guys did too!!! if you did, a reblog would mean so much <3
i donât usually do tag lists, and i probably wonât again after this, but the demand was high for this one (like, crazy! thank u so much!) so hereâs the rockstar!eddie tag list
@5sosjay @paleidiot @emma77645 @onceuponathreetwoone @copycatkillerfics @munsonmecrazy @r-a-d-i-0-n-0-w-h-e-r-e @lbhmoon @icant-hangout-imdrumming @freakymunson @blackcatwoman @l3xiluve @littlestarfighter03 @yujyujj @totally-bogus-timelady @kimmi-kat @spitefulscreenwriter @amira0303 @mylovelycrazyworld @esme-viridian @pippipsquirtsquirt @brassreign @madneedshelp @emilyslutface @alana4610 @crystalr @kirisuteg0men @hesvoid34 @cutiecusp @nerium21 @angel-ann-pops
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Hiii! I love your writing style, i am so starved of fremi content itâs embarrassing. So I was thinking Fem!reader x shark/mermaid Freminet
- Breeding kink
- Impregnation kink
- ,,,maybe a bit of dubcon if youâre comfortable
Itâs mating season for sharkies! Freminet has been unsuccessful with finding a mate thus far and heâs getting a little desperate,,, enter reader whoâs just trying to go for a swim<3
cw // dubcon, if you don't like it i respect your opinion but this is my account and i write what my followers ask for, so please don't send hate thank u
guys is the "..." after words too much sometimes đđ i feel like i do it way too often idk
finally putting some time aside for yourself, you went to a secluded beach outside of the city, almost no one came here, especially not to swim, you knew you'd be all alone, or at least that's you thought
dipping your toes into the coldness made you shiver, but you slowly sat in a smaller part of the water, relaxing a bit before diving in, little did you know about the boy lurking around you
poor freminet, it was mating season for most ocean creatures, and he wasn't any different, but he just couldn't find anything to mate with! he was starting to get desperate, being the only member of his family without anyone, he felt like a disappointment
he swam closer to the shore, to get away and distract himself, until he saw someone in the water, no one ever comes over here, why was this girl here? he thought to himself, but he couldn't help the overwhelming sensations of his body calling for a mate
he moved closer and pushed you against the sand, startling you with a yelp "what-?!" you gasped as you locked eyes with a red faced boy, his blonde har wet and dripping onto your face with his mouth open as he breathed heavily
his teeth were sharp, and you felt scared as his hands gripped your wrists, keeping you pinned down, he was...so attractive, but you couldn't stop squirming under his tight hold
"stop moving..." his tone was soft as opposed to his actions "please~ let me mate with you...! you're so perfect, oh god...!" his teeth grazed against your neck and you flinched
"I'll treat you good! please please...! I'll be the best mate anyone could ask for...! I'm so... desperate, pleaseee!" his hand trailed down to squeeze one of your tits, you gasped but it felt strangely good...
he didn't seem to care for a verbal response, your little gasps when his finger rolled around your nipple was enough for him, stripping you of your swimsuit and positioning himself at your entrance, his instincts controlling his every move
"Ahhng..." he moaned as his cock settled inside of you, he stayed still for a moment for any discomfort to fade and immediately began his work, holding one of your arms above your head as he thrusted deeply, practically drooling from the feeling of finally being inside of a woman
he needed this, more than anything, his thrusts became faster and more rough, your body sliding roughly against the sand while you moaned and whimpered underneath him, he spread your legs wider as he thrusts
he leaned down and shoved his tongue into your mouth, swallowing each and every one of your sounds as he cums inside of you, you thought that was it but he turned you around and positioned you on all fours
he didn't even let a second go by before he was back to slamming his hips against you, pushing his seed deep inside of you "haah... you're....ah, my mate now,so i get to..." he groaned as his cock hit spots you didn't even know existed inside of you making you moan and cry out
"...breed you like this...! ah... you're....mine" his breathing was heavy, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to surely leave a bruise "i don't care...if i have to do this everyday... you're gonna be good, and let me fuck you full..."
"ah~! t-thats...mnnghh!" you couldn't even speak a full sentence, the way he thrusted into you so roughly, it was so good, you could feel him cumming all over again, but his pace didnt despair once
"you're gonna be so good...so good carrying my babies..." his eyes were wide and full of lust "you'll do that, won't you? my mate? you'll be pregnant and so...fucking beautiful" the only thought in his mind was pumping you full until he collapsed from exhaustion
the overwhelming sensation of his cock pounding into you, never stopping as you cum over and over again, he was fully into his own mindset, ready to keep you there until he was satisfied, you were his mate he'll take care of forever, he wasn't alone and desperate anymore
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HELLO NAMIS GIRLFRIEND đŤĄđŤĄđĽđĽđĽđĽđĽ would love to request some general mihawk x reader hcs !!!!!!! gn or masc reader if you please ^_^ love him and his bigass unblinking eyes . thanks in advance !!!! đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
hi hello anon!! this was rlly fun to work with, i think mihawk and a silly little creature is truly the dynamic ever.
summary: meet-cute turned meet-ugly on kuraigana island. collective hc thing about awkward!mihawk and a gn!reader who doesnât know when to shut up to save their life.
word count: 580 words // 0.5k
cw: none!
with roronoa zoro returned to his captain, and peronaâs soul floating far from her body as usual â dracule mihawk is perhaps a little lonely. while it's something he wouldn't admit, or truly let bother him in any way. but it is strange, the lack of noise and clatter around the castle. at first, he takes the opportunity to relax. read more books, lounge around, train every once and a while.
the routine is boring. he feels as though he may crawl right out of his skin. however, one morning, he discovers a surprise. on the way back to his makeshift training grounds, after feeding the many monkeys with swords, obviously â he finds an intruder.
and, well, maybe that isn't exactly the right word. you're young, have an androgynous air about yourself, and are currently hanging from one of the bear traps perona set up on a whim. he has to stifle a laugh, albeit small, since he'd warned her that roronoa would most likely fall victim.
but it isn't his ward, back from travelling already. he cuts you down from the tree, and offers a gloved hand. you get to your feet with a grin, looking him up and down.
"ha! i didn't actually think i'd find you here," you laugh, bending forward a little to catch your breath.
he only stares back, blinks once, and then twice.
"i just mean- uh, there are a lot of rumours, you know! when i was travelling around the neighbouring islands, they told me this place was haunted."
mihawk sighs. tourism, one of the most dreadful crimes of all. maybe even worse than piracy, or men with red hair who don't know when to stop talking. you remind him of one in particular, which doesn't help his already souring mood.
"i am not surprised," he says, tone measured, "many fear the unfamiliar. kuraigana is home to no phantoms, or vampires for that matter."
you can't help the smile that spreads unwillingly across your face. the barkeep at the last inn you'd slept in had indeed spoken of a vampire lord. "heard that one through the grapevine, huh?"
that stare is back on you again, and the moniker 'hawkeye' is starting to make way too much sense. "i beg your pardon?"
"don't worry about it," you snort, waving a hand in dismissal. "but i do have a favour to ask, you mind if i stay over for a bit?"
"..."
"listen, i have a good reason, okay?" you plead.
"and that is?"
"well, i may have taken something kind of important. from someone important. by accident, obviously, i'm totally not a pirate. i don't believe in piracy at all," you explain, gesturing to the ocean far behind you both. "and honestly, the guy seemed pretty mad, so i kinda just uh-"
"i get the feeling that if i let you continue on like this, we'll be here all day," mihawk says, before turning abruptly and heading back toward his original destination.
you run after him on a whim, expecting either rejection entirely or the cool steel of the sword he has strapped across his back. "hey, hey, wait up! i thought we were getting to know each other!"
"no time for that now," he replies, doesn't even turn to check you're following. "if what you say is true, i suppose leaving a poor mouse out to be eaten alive is unbecoming of a warlord."
"whatever you say, mr captain warlord sir."
"..."
"sorry, sorry! oi, watch it-"
FIN
happily ever after. he only kills u a little bit
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pairing : iwaizumi/reader
wordcount : 3.087
genre : fluff, smut, pwp
cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi
tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.
note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3
+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.
When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.
You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.
The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.
The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.
âHey now,â a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, âDonât punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?â
The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.
There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.
You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.
For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and heâd reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.
It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.
You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.
You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.
You couldnât help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.
That's when it occurred to you.
You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.
âDo you have a girlfriend?â
It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.
When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.
You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.
Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.
Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.
Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.
You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.
You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.
His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, âOh now, you know better than that, donât you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?â
You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- heâd known you wanted him that badly all this time?
He clicks his tongue, âYou didnât think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starinâ real hard at me, Iâm right arenât I?â
You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.
You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldnât imagine if he was hard.
âAh, there you go again,â he muses, snapping you out of your haze, âMaybe if you ask real pretty for me, Iâll give you just what you want.â
âPlease,â you immediately gasp, âWant you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Canât stop thinkinâ about youâŚâ
âIt hurts?â he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, âNeedy little cunt hurts âcause you donât have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boysâ numbers...why donât you give them a call?â
You shake your head, âDonât want them! I just know theyâre not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?â
âAw, those idiot little boys donât know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?â he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.
âNo,â you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.
âSo compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?â he smiles when you nod, âDonât worry, Iâll take real good care of you.â
Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.
As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldnât even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.
âSuch a messy cunt,â he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, âSo fucking eager for me, arenât you?â
âUhuh,â you sigh, arching your hips, âWant you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.â
Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, âCanât just put it in, pretty baby,â the pet name makes you whimper, âItâll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?â
âI can handle it,â you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, âJusâ put it inâŚâ
He doesnât respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. Youâre distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.
You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.
âSee, that was so easy,â he chuckles, âThose stupid little boys youâve been letting screw you have no idea what theyâre doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.â
Youâre still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He canât resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.
You moan into his mouth, âHajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.â
âFuck, youâre so desperate for me,â he hisses through his teeth, âClenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet youâll justâŚâ
As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.
âY-Youâre so good, HajimeâŚâ you praise softly, âFuck, please, give me your cock now!â
He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.
âAlright, baby,â he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, âRelax for me, pretty girl, let me inâŚâ
Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.
âAlmost thereâŚâ he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, âAh, does that feel good?â
âYes!â you cry out, âBiggest cock Iâve ever hadâŚâs fullâŚâ
âYeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?â he laughs when you nod eagerly, âItâs alright, baby. You wonât have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cockâs all yours nowâŚyou hear that? All yours.â
Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â he hums, âGet yourself off, you know what you need...atta girlâŚâ
You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.
He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.
But it all feels so good, youâd never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.
âFeel good?â he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.
âAh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!â you sob, âI-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, youâre so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!â
He grins, âYeah, I know I am, baby.â
His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.
âYou gotta cum again for me, pretty,â he pants, âCum again, one more time, let go.â
Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- youâve never made such a mess before. Youâve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.
He didnât seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.
âI want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.â
You shake your head, âD-Donât know how...Canât.â
âYes you can, baby,â he purrs, âI can make you, you know that I will.â
You didnât but, you couldnât help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.
The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. Youâre immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than youâd ever experienced.
Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.
âGive it to me, câmon,â he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.
âH-HajiâŚâ you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you canât help but sob, âPlease! I-Iâm gonna-!â
âThatâs it, fuck!â he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, âGood fuckinâ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?â
âI-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!â you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.
âYou sure? Shit,â you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.
Everything is still for a moment and then heâs pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.
He hums, âSorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.â
You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.
âAlright, up you go,â he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, âYou good?â
âY-YeahâŚâ you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.
He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldnât be there anymore.
He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where itâs crumpled on the floor.
âWhatâre you doing?â he laughs, âThat wonât be comfortable to sleep in.â
âHuh?â you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.
âWhat...you didnât think I was kicking you out, did you?â he asks and scoffs at the face you make.
âWell I...usually IâŚâ you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.
He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, âJesus, who have you been fucking?â he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, âLay down before you fall over.â
Fighting back a smile, you do as youâre told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âTake a nap, and then weâll take a shower.â
âItâs 11 at night, it wouldnât be a nap,â you counter with a giggle.
âWell,â he sighs, âTake a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?â
You smile and relax against him, âSounds good.â
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aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs đđ¤đ˝ could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 𼺠i love your writing so much!! xx
pairings:Â suna x reader, bokuto x reader
genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating
warnings: langauge, cheating
wc: 2.3k
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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokutoâs heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah
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akaashi and hinata ver.
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Suna
âRin, hand me the soy sauce,â you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.
âGet it yourself,â Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each otherâs arms.
âMmm, you smell good,â Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.
âI think thatâs the fried rice youâre smelling,â you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Sunaâs hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Sunaâs gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, âRin, stop! Iâm going to spill something!â
âI think Iâll keep going,â Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Sunaâs shirt.
âY/n! I really liked this shirt!â Suna whined.Â
âThatâs your fault, baby. I told you to stop,â you shrugged, laughing at his expression.
âWhatever, Iâm going to go change,â Suna pouted, turning away.
As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you.Â
âR-rin, what is this?â You asked, voice beginning to waver.
Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
âY/n! Why didnât you knock?â Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, âItâs nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!â
âAre you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?â You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldnât find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back.Â
Pain and guilt flashed across Sunaâs eyes, and thatâs when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.
âLook, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-â Suna began.
âPlease, stop,â you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague.Â
âNo, you donât understand! I canât lose you like this,â Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.
âPlease, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I donât need your excuses,â You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Sunaâs eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret.Â
âNo! I wonât leave you, y/n! You donât understand how much I need-â Suna started.
âDonât give me that bullshit, Rintarou,â you scoffed. The pain in Sunaâs chest grew at the use of his full name.
âI-itâs Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,â Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, âStop distancing yourself from me. Iâm your Rin. Please, donât leave. Iâm so sorry, let me make it up to you!â
âYouâre a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?â You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.
âNo! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,â Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.
âThe only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,â You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.
âWait! Y/n, where are you going? Please donât leave, itâs not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,â Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.
âIâd rather be anywhere but here with you right now,â you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.
âPlease, y/n, I canât handle you leaving me,â Suna whispered.
âJust leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,â you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.
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Bokuto
âUgh, Iâm so ready to just relax,â you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancĂŠâs car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times youâve heard it.
âI know, baby. You deserve it,â Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your bossâ unrelenting demands at work to your familyâs constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.
The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago.Â
âYou go on ahead and find a spot for us, Iâll follow in a second,â Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.
Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another personâs bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadnât figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random personâs apartment in his clothes from the previous night.
The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.Â
âAre you going into the water?â you asked, looking up at him.
âYeah, I think I will just to cool off,â Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.
âOkay, Iâll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,â you replied to him, closing your eyes again.
âOkay, baby. Take your time,â Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancĂŠ run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.
Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind.Â
Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasnât enough for him?
As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat.Â
Maybe they didnât see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokutoâs belongings until you found the keys to his car.
Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spikerâs worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.
The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokutoâs incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling.Â
Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car.Â
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving.Â
âPlease, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,â Bokuto blabbered, âY/n, please donât leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!â
Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didnât have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokutoâs eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.
âYouâre really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?â Tears began welling up in the spikerâs eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands.Â
âNo, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,â Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger.Â
âJust stop, Bokuto, youâve already ruined everything,â you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. Thatâs when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.
Bokutoâs heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust.Â
âI-,â Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.
âIâm sorry, y/nâ the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.
That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.
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can I please request for prompts 2, 5, 10, 12 for hard&soft dom!heeseung and an innocent!fem!s/o from enhypen smut prompt list? prompt no. 5 to be said by the reader while the rest by heeseung
A/N:Â forgive me if there r any typos lol i hope u like it :)
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), degredation, slight corruption kink
Word count: 2.4 k
You cling onto your boyfriendâs arm as another jumpscare appears on the movie screen. He giggles at you.
âIs it gone yet?â you whisper and he nods.
Today was your four month anniversary with Heeseung and you decided to treat him by taking him to a scary movie heâs been wanting to see.Youâre not a huge fan of them but you figured itâd be a way for you to cuddle him without raising too much suspicion.
He kept a hand on your thigh throughout the movie, occasionally squeezing and rubbing it over your pants.
You try to ignore the film by keeping your eyes on him. His hands, his legs, his hands, his profile. Anything to distract yourself from the poor family being killed on the screen.
It isnât long before the movie ends and you walk out to Heeseungâs car.
âThe brother was such an idiot. Why didnât he just call the police?â he says while starting the engine. (haha engene lol sorry)
âThe police canât stop ghosts.â you chuckle.
âMaybe NASA couldâve figured something out.â he grabs your thigh again, itâs kind of his thing. âIâm surprised you survived.â
âYup, my love for you overcomes my hatred for horror movies.â
He smiles and leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
âLetâs go to my place.â he says and you frown.
âBut all the boys-â
He cuts you off. âThe maknaes arenât there, theyâre paintballing in Itaewon.â
You groan. âFine.â
The boysâ dorm is never your first choice which is understandable without elaboration. But you try not to get annoyed and instead enjoy living in the moment.
He has the windows cracked open and the wind is whipping through his hair, making him look like a moviestar.
Sunghoon and Jake are in their own rooms when you get there so at least thereâs some peace and quiet.
Heeseung plops onto his bed. âCome here sweetheart.â he says with his arms out to you.
You smile and snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest.
He pets your hair and kisses your forehead. âYouâre so pretty.â
âYouâre prettier.â you say and he chuckles.
âNuh uh.â he says and sits up. âLemme see your pretty face.â
You sit up too as he holds your face delicately in his hands. âYouâre so gorgeous I wanna kiss you everywhere.â he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and your nose, your eyelids, then your jaw, and down, down, down your neck. Your heart beat starts to speed up. You never tell him, but your neck is your weakness. He finally pulls away to give you a proper kiss on the lips.
âCâmere.â he says and pulls you onto his lap. You let out a small squeal.
He holds your waist tight as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan a bit, enjoying the sensation.
You guys had made out before and even grinded a bit but it never went further than that. Not because you didnât want it. Of course you wanted it. There have been nights where you spent hours imagining what it would be like. You already knew that heâd be sweet, but you kind of wanted more than that. You wanted him to take control and boss you around. Maybe today will be the day, you think to yourself.
You start to slowly rock your hips against his and he lets out a low groan. His fingers travel up your hoodie and heâs delighted to find out that you arenât wearing a bra. He massages you and pinches your nipples a bit as you grind on his hard on. Youâre already so stimulated, you could cum just like this.
Heeseungâs curious as to why youâre acting like this today. Usually by now itâd be over, but why would he complain about you being naughty, especially when itâs been such a big fantasy of his to corrupt you. His darling little girlfriend who checks in with her parents everyday and wouldnât dare to skip school all sprawled out under him, whimpering and begging for release. God, he could think about it all day.
He flips you onto your back and pushes your hoodie up, exposing your torso. Your arms fly to cover yourself.
âStop that princess,â he kisses your stomach. âLet me see you.â
You slowly pull your arms away and he goes right to kissing your chest. âSo perfect.â he whispers, rolling his tongue over your nipples.
Youâre already squirming underneath him, eager for him to touch you somewhere else. And as if he read your mind, his fingers start to play with the band of your pants.
He quickly unbuttons them and slides them off your legs.
âCan I touch you?â he asks and you nod eagerly.
âIâve never done this before.â you admit.
âThatâs okay,â he kisses your knee. âJust relax.â
He kisses your neck, licking it and nipping at it, leaving a blooming bruise. Your body tenses as he circles your clit.
âI didn't know you were this sensitive.â he smiles.
You feel your face heat up. Itâs kind of embarrassing. He was barely touching you plus it was on top of your underwear.
âIâm just teasing baby.â he kisses your cheek and continues the circling motion.
Soft moans leave your mouth as he does so. He pulls away and notices a wet patch already forming on your underwear.
His fingers slip into the waistband. âCan I touch you here?â
âYeah,â you breathe out. âPlease?â
âYou submit to me so well,â he nips at your neck. âI love it.â
His fingers find your slit and you whine.
âSo fucking wet,â he whispers as he rubs your clit. âDid I get you that worked up princess?â
You nod pathetically, already drunk on his touch.
He circles around your hole for a bit before slowly pushing his middle finger into you. You hold on tight to his arm, getting used to the foreign feeling.
He pumps it in and out of you a couple of times. âYou ready for another one?â
You nod and whine as his ring finger stretches you out.
âYouâre doing so good.â he whispers and kisses your forehead.
Your moans get more and more needy as he curls his fingers in you hitting a spot that youâve never felt before.
âFuck,â you whisper.
âFeel good?â he asks and you nod. âI bet it does.â
He shifts down and settles his face between your legs.
âWait what are you doing?â you ask him, shutting your knees.
âI want to taste you,â he says. âIs that okay?â
You contemplate for a moment. The thought of it makes you a bit shy but then you imagined how good it would feel and that won over everything.
âYeah.â you nod and he smiles.
His fingers are still curling in you as he kisses your thighs, leaving small marks on the way down to where you need it the most.
After what feels like years, his tongue finally finds your clit. Your thighs shut from the sudden pleasure.
He chuckles. âKeep em open baby.â he uses his free hand to keep you spread.
He moans into you. âTastes so fucking good.â
Itâs so much to take in at once; his fingers in you, his tongue drawing circles on your clit, the vibrations you feel every time he groans. You feel overstimulated but in the best way possible.
Your fingers tug on his hair as your thighs begin to tremble.
âDonât stop donât stop,â you cry out.
His grip on you tightens and he moans into you, encouraging you to cum in his mouth.
A string of curse words leaves your lips as you reach your high, and itâs the hardest youâve ever came in your life. Itâs like youâre floating up in the clouds, and you never want to come back down.
Heeseung kisses you, giving you a taste. He holds you tight in his arms and tries to calm your shaky breathing.
âYou did so good doll.â he kisses your cheek.
You hold onto him as your heart rate goes down to normal.
âHere let me go get you a towel.â he starts get off the bed but you grab his arm.
âWait weâre done?â you ask and he looks at you.
âDo you wanna keep going?â he asks and you nod.
âYes,â you say and he chuckles.
He sits back down onto the bed. âI didnât expect that.â
You climb on top of him and give him a passionate kiss, sliding your hands under his hoodie.
He pulls it over his head with ease.
You admire his lean body for a moment before kissing his neck and his collar bones. âCan you fuck me please?â you ask him.
He smirks. âYour wish is my command.â he flips you over onto your back and unbuttons his black jeans. Just watching him do it makes you wet.
He climbs over you, rubbing his tip on your clit. He sighs into your neck.
âYou ready princess?â he asks and you nod vigorously.
He slowly pushes into you and you wince a bit from the stretch.
âOw ow ow.â you say quietly and he stops.
âYou okay? Does it hurt a lot?â he asks.
âItâs not bad.â you say through gritted teeth.
He kisses you, giving you time to adjust to his length. He pets your hair and tells you how gorgeous you look.
âPlease start moving.â you ask him and he listens, slowly thrusting in and out of you.
âFuck,â he moans. âSo fucking tight.â
You whimper so loud as his tips brushes against your g-spot that you clamp your hand over your mouth, worried that Sunghoon and Jake would pick up on what was going on.
He pulls your hand away. âBe louder, I want them to hear you.â
âBut-â
âDo as I say sweetheart.â he cuts you off.
Of course you melt under him. How could you not. Heâs so perfect. Heâs the type of boy that only exists in books.
âWhat a good girl,â he kisses your shoulder. âLook how well you take it.â
You grab a pillow and cover your face with it, you canât help but want to conceal your moans.
He throws it off and grabs your jaw hard. âWhatâd I say about that? Donât you want them to know how much of a slut you are for me?â
âYes,â you whisper.
âSpeak up when I talk to you.â he says sternly. His words make you throb and he notices. âDo you like it when Iâm mean?â he smirks at you.
âYeah,â you admit, sheepishly.
âThere you go again being all quiet, keep that up and Iâll edge you until youâre begging.â he threatens you with a good time.
âWhat if I want you to do that anyway.â you say flirtatiously.
He raises an eyebrow. âI can make that happen.â
His thumb finds your clit and the sensation of him rubbing you and his cock ramming in and out of your pussy sends you so close over the edge.
The look on your face is so angelic and hopeless, youâre better than anything he could imagine.
âYouâre so fucking perfect.â he kisses you. âYou look so pretty while being fucked.â
He snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back.
âJust like that.â you whine.
âHow bad do you want it?â he asks you.
âSo bad,â you say out of desperation. At this point you donât care. Heeseung had taken over your mind, ego, and pride. âYou feel so fucking good inside of me.â
He smiles. âHow could such a sweet voice say such dirty words.â Then all of the sudden he pulls out. You nearly cry out from the unexpected emptiness.
âWhat the fuck,â you swear at him.
âYouâre the one who asked for this.â he says, still slowly rubbing your clit.
You whimper. âI take it back. I need you.â
âNo take backs sweetheart.â he tsks.
He kisses your chest and pinches at your nipples. You writhe under him, needing him in you.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably a minute or so, he slams back into you and right after being satisfied, he pulls out again.
âHeeseung please,â you whine. âPlease Iâve been good havenât I?â
âYou have, but I like doing this to you.â he kisses you. âWho knew my innocent girl would be begging for my cock like this.â
You pull at his waist. âI need it.â you tell him in the sweetest voice you could get out.
He sighs. âIâll never win.â he kisses you again before pushing into you.
âFuck yes,â you moan in relief. âFaster please.â
Thank god he listens to you.
You cling onto his back, pushing your nails into his skin a bit. It only takes thirty seconds to get you on the edge and Heeseung can tell by the way your moans are getting high pitched.
âCum on this cock sweetheart,â he says lowly. âBe a good girl for me.â
And just like that, your whimpering his name like itâs the only word you know; like itâs your mantra.
âThatâs it baby,â he whispers. âJust like that.â
Your pussy pulsing around him sends him into euphoria and he groans into your neck.
You donât even realize the tears on your cheeks until he pointed it out. He looks at you in shock and holds your face in his hands. âAre you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck Iâm so sorry pumpkin I-â
âNo no it just felt really good,â you giggle. âI didnât even know I started crying.â
âOh thank god,â he sighs in relief and kisses your forehead. âYouâre the best pussy Iâve ever had you know.â
You laugh. âStop it, you sound like a man whore.â
âJust being honest.â he smiles and pulls you into his arms.
âShit,â you curse to yourself.
âWhat is it?â
âJake and Sunghoon definitely heard us.â you say, wide eyed.
âYeah probably,â he says âthey probably got off on it too.â
Your face twists in disgust and you shove him in the shoulder.
He cackles. âI mean wouldnât you?â
You think to yourself. âYeah I probably would.â
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âIF I HAD KNOWN WHAT I KNOW NOW, I NEVER WOULDâVE PLAYED SO NONCHALANTâ (P. GALLIARD)
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âIâm starting to think that this might not be such a great idea,â Porco utters from beside you, shamefully scratching the back of his neck as an attempt to keep his jittery hands busy. You attempt to grab his hand to comfort him, but he swats you awayânot quickly enough, however, because you can feel how sweaty his palm is.
âI think I have a headache, actually,â he unconvincingly insists.Â
âYou think you have a headache?â you egg him on, wanting to see how far his charade can last. How far heâs willing to bend in order to keep up with his tough-guy persona.Â
âMaybe even a concussion, so I canât do anything too risky, now.â
You lock eyes with him, unimpressed with his terrible excuse of a cover-up. His eyes immediately find the ground once more, unable to lie directly to your face. Fuck, he thinks, we shouldâve just gone to the zoo. Â
âPorco, come on,â you grab his hand, pulling him in the direction of the attraction standing before you. The chaotic sounds of giddy children laughing and rigged prizes being won fill the environment enveloping you. The amusement park is in full swingâyet you stand before the intimidating rollercoaster with Porco, his feet practically cemented in place. Â
âYou already agreed to this,â you stubbornly remind him.
âYeah, well,â he gestures to the gigantic steel coaster in front of him, âIf I had known what I know now, I never would've played so nonchalant.â
He didnât think itâd be this tall, this terrifying, but heâd rather die than let those words fall from his lips. However, while willing to die in order to protect his ego, he really doesnât want to die on a rollercoaster, of all things.Â
You groan, making Porcoâs heart sink, youâre really not gonna give in are you? You nudge his shoulder, âWe had a dealâI kept my end of it, now itâs your turn.âÂ
Porco, almost shaking where he stands, now regrets this deal. When he dared you to eat a full plate of escargot from that fancy French restaurant downtown, he didn't think youâd actually do it. And when you made him agree to ride your favorite rollercoaster, knowing his hatred of heights, he didn't think youâd actually make him. He figured it was all talkâmaybe that was his first mistake, assuming you weren't stubborn enough to mean your words. Â
âYou didnât tell me it was this big,â he admits and it physically pains him to say it out loud. He feels he just got kicked in the gut. âIt looked a lot smaller in the pictures.â
Youâre oddly quiet when he finally turns his head to look at you, a grin clearly being suppressed behind your bitten cheeks as you reply, â...Thatâs what she said.â
âNow Iâm definitely not going on it.â
âPlease?â you shake his shoulders, laughing at his reaction to your (very-well timed) joke. âItâll be fun. If you do it once and actually hate it, then Iâll shut up about it for good.â You think heâll enjoy it more than he thinks he will.Â
Porcoâs never not been a man of his word, so he decides that he might as well. He might as well risk his life riding on a mental death trap that he knows will not be the slightest bit enjoyable for him. He might as well, because heâs a man of his word. Not because itâs for you, and certainly not because it will make you smile.Â
He lets out the worldâs longest sigh, before lightening up his body weight and letting you drag him into line with a conniving smile spread across your face.Â
âLets get this over with, so you can shut up.â
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The new lingerie set youâd bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.
The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making itâs way there.
Youâve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.
You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.
You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said âThank you for the gift, Iâm enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off tooâ. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.
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He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.
âQue hermosa, mamita.â A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.
âGracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.â You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.
You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, thatâs what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family
He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldnât wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.
âHola, imbĂŠcil.â
âNow thatâs not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.â
âMhhm. Others gave me more, papito.â
âThat so?â
âIt is.â
âI got something more that they canât give you. And youâre driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.â
âAnd I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.â
âPictures?â
âOh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddyâ
âYou were thinking of other cocks, slut?â He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.
âNot only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.â He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.
âFucking bitch, Iâm gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.â
âBut daddy, I havenât told you the best part yet!â You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. âThe mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that Iâm yours but I got others treating me better.â You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.
He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driverâs side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed
âYouâre driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?â
âI did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.â
âDonât talk like that, making me more horny.â
âIâm sure your hand can help you, guapo.â
âMy hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore Youâre giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boyâs taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.â So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.
âDaddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldnât wait to taste you like this again.â He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.
âYou fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?â
âNo daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.â
âYeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.â He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. ââBreathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.â You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.
âThatâs right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.â
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You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.
âIâm gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.â
âSuch a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.â You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.
âWhat a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.â He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didnât stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.
âYouâre such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. âCmon, give it to me now.â
âAh!â You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.
And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.
âDonât you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.â You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.
âWe⌠We have to stop doing this.â Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.
âBaby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.â
âI know. But itâs different now, Hugh.â
âWhat the fuck you calling me that for?â
ââCause I got a new job. Lisaâs personal assistant. And I donât intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.â
âYou donât have to work for shit, baby. Iâll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on meâ
âWhat? Like a sugar daddy? No jodĂĄs.â You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldnât take it away from you
âI mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let meâ
âI already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.â He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him âdaddyâ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.
âPapito?â He repeated with an accent. âMaybe I can make a mama out of you....â He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.
âGet off me, Ransom.â You complained in a gasp.
âBut Iâm so deep âside you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.â He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.
âWhat?! Donât you dare. Get. The hell. Off.â
âDonât lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. Youâll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. Iâll take care of you and all the kids youâre gonna give me.â
âRansomâŚâ Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. âFucking dick.â
âNobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. Youâre just a whore for me, ainât you? Want all of me.â
âAh, Ransom, youâre so deep.â You whined, your belly contracting.
âWhat do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for itâ
âI-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!â You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didnât last long. You came screaming Ransomâs name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.
âAre you gonna be a good mama for me?â
âThe best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.â And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasnât enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.
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warnings: vulgar language, mentions of sex, basically that one scene from Easy A, me lowkey trying so hard not to get carried away
You took a sip of your drink; your mind racing with Clayâs words as you debated his plea. You hated the idea of pitting yourself against someone else for an envy factor and meddling in the love lives of your friends, but you knew youâd do anything for Clay. He could mention needing to kill a president and without a word, youâd be by his side. It had always been that way, so why were you so shaken by his request. Then again, you had brought it upon yourself.
âSee that girl over there?â Clay asked, barely nodding toward the kitchen as he slumped down to your height so you could hear him over the pulsing music. The smell of the cologne your cousin bought him one Christmas in the hopes that heâd ask her to marry him wafted towards you. You had noticed how he had attempted to clean himself up when the two of you met at the bus stop before traveling to this shindig, but you had brushed it off, knowing it was probably for some girlâs attention.
You peered over his shoulder, seeing the kitchen packed with females. You shrugged slightly. âYeah, which one?â You asked, raising your eyebrows.
He rolled his eyes. âAs if itâs not obvious,â he mumbled sarcastically after realizing what you were talking about. His hand moved to hold your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he angled your head towards one of the various women.
She looked up at the right moment, making eye contact with you and you pulled out of Clayâs grip, already knowing how idiotic the two of you looked staring at her as he blatantly was pointing her out to you. âOh my god, she saw,â you whispered quickly and he drew in a sharp breath, the two of you freezing as if something were going to happen.
When she didnât approach the pair of you, you went on like it hadnât happened, Clay beginning to tell you about why he mentioned her. âWe hooked up after calculus a few times,â he smugly boasted.
You raised your eyebrows at him. âWhy are you still in calculus? Arenât you a jun-â
âThatâs beside the point,â he added, crossing his arms. âShe hasnât texted me back lately.â
You chewed the inside of your cheek, peering back over in her direction. It always shook Clay up when a girl didnât vie for his attention. He was attractive and popular on campus, but there were always a few that would slip through his fingers. And it drove him absolutely crazy.
You wet your lips, exhaling as you thought. âMaybe itâs because youâre too available?â You spoke, thinking out loud and more to yourself than him. He tilted his head as if urging you to continue. You took a sip of your drink, also wondering what youâd meant. âJust start fooling around with another girl and sheâll come running,â you offered.
He nodded along as you spoke, leaning a hand against the wall behind you. âWanna fool around with me?â He jested, making you snort.
âOh come on now,â you broke, dropping your head back against the wall, nearly missing his thumb.
He sent you a cheeky expression. âNo, you come on now. You suggested it!â
You lightly punched his chest as if to get him to hear you instead of just listen to you. âI didnât mean me, idiot! Donât you have like fifteen other people in your phone?â
His shoulders slumped. âPlease! Iâve seen you charm the pants off Karl and Sapnap at the same time,â he begged. He straightened up as if he was about to reluctantly agree to something. âIâll paint your kitchen like youâve been asking,â he mumbled.
And thatâs how you found yourself leaning against Clayâs side as the two of you talked to a group of his friends. His arm curled around your waist, fingers gliding beneath the hem of your shirt to settle against the skin of your hip. You willed yourself to think of something other than his fingers pressed against you, fighting every urge to blush at the contact.
The song switched to a stereotypical dance song and people began to move. You downed the rest of your drink to psych yourself up before eyeing the girl momentarily and standing on your toes to reach Clayâs ear. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder as you told him to dance with you, knowing she was watching the two of you with searing eyes.
You knew he was fighting to see her expression, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled him towards the mass of people by his belt loop. âThis is going to be super cringey before the both of us, just pretend you like it,â you bit as you pressed your back to him.
His hands dropped to your waist, moving with you to the beat. âMaybe I will enjoy myself. Donât be so bossy,â he chided, voice raspy and warm in your ear from talking over the music for most of the night. He was a loud guy, but he always seemed to lose his voice after a party.
You turned in his arms, his body close to yours. âDonât get too excited,â you jested, pressing a hand to his abdomen as you kept up with him, letting him drop his head beside yours.
âOh, bet. Iâll get so drunk and mistake you for someone else,â he mocked, his voice a welcome break as it penetrated through the heavy bass of the song.
You scoffed. âLike who? Your cousin?â You teased, making him bite back a laugh as he bit his lip. You felt a laser gaze digging into your back as his hands moved you pull your waist against him. Your hand moved to pull his face to the crook of your neck. You could see her at the new angle; glaring at you over her cup. You felt guilt twist in the pit of your stomach. Youâd been at it for a few hours and you were ready to amp it up before she left without him.
âDream, take me upstairs,â you mumbled into his ear. He pulled away from you, brows threatening to furrow at your words. âTrust me,â you gritted, slipping your hand into his and making it apparent you were looking for a room with him in tow. He was quiet as you lead the way. From where you were walking, you saw her move to inch towards the steps as if she was investigating what you were doing with him. You knew it was in bad taste to set anyone up for jealousy but Clay was your friend, and you really needed your kitchen painted.
You found an empty room, tugging him inside and locking the door. He looked at you with a red tinge to his cheeks. You werenât sure if it was from embarrassment as if heâd been thinking about what the two of you would be doing in the room, or if it was just from the alcohol. âWhat now?â He asked.
You chuckled, grabbing his wrist. âFuck me,â you stated, the words feeling weird with him on the receiving end. His eyes went wide and he awkwardly moved his hands as if he were going to touch you. You rolled your eyes, swatting away his hands before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up to stand on the bed with you after you kicked off your shoes.
You started jumping on the bed, but he just looked at you with a confused expression, making you gesture for him to copy you. He was always like that; you telling him to do something and without actually questioning, heâd go along with you.
You could hear talking outside the door and something clicked in your head. âOh, that feels so good, Clay. Donât stop,â you falsely moaned, glaring at him as he struggled not to laugh, the two of you jumping almost in sync as the mattress squeaked beneath your weight.
You motioned for him to add and he looked up to the ceiling, attempting to recover from everything that was happening. âYou like that? Slut,â he matched your tone, making you roll your eyes and cover your mouth to hide your laugh at the degradation.
You moaned again, and he giggled quietly, moaning with you. The two of you had begun to loosen up, even timing your jumps so you could double jump and throw Clay off balance. If someone had told you a week prior that youâd be jumping on a nameless personâs bed with your best friend, pretending he was nailing you into tomorrow, you would have laughed. But it probably wouldnât have surprised you.
The two of you slowed down, winded from the unnecessary exercise. You shrugged slightly, mimicking what you would sound like during an orgasm. It came out weak and Clay looked at you like youâd stabbed him in the chest. He mouthed, âCome on.â You rolled your eyes, wondering how you had found yourself in that position before moaning again, this time a bit too accurately.
You covered your mouth and Clayâs ears turned red as he laughed slightly. Youâd been roommates with a friend of his in the past and it nearly dawned on you that he might have heard the sound from you before. You brushed the thought from your mind before it could completely sink in as you got off the bed. He plopped down on the edge of the mattress, catching his breath as you straightened your clothing, tugging your shoes back on. There was something hanging in the air between the two of you now, but you had quickly decided that youâd rather not address it.
After that night, you werenât really sure how it had gone between Clay and the girl. You wanted to ask him about it, but you couldnât bring yourself to after you noticed the two leaving together. You had done your job, maybe a bit too well.
In fact, the two of you had been avoiding each other since then. It wasnât until a week later that you were finally in the same room with him at a birthday party for a mutual friend of yours. The two of you glanced at each other awkwardly before you stood beside him, nudging his arm with your own.
âSo, howâd it go with that one girl?â You asked, glancing up at him, your eyes then settling on the group spread around the room talking amongst themselves.
He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. âUh, yeah I ended up just driving her home,â he muttered, chewing on his bottom lip. You raised an eyebrow at him. âI just⌠I wasnât in the mood anymore. I donât knowâŚâ
You nodded at his statement, deciding that it was ridiculous for you to feel so weird around him for nothing. You knew it was all in your head and he wouldnât be walking around on eggshells if you werenât making him. This was Clay, after all. âAll that work and for what?â You joked.
He sent you a smile, his shoulders relaxing. âI mean, come on. You had to have enjoyed that-â
You cut him off. âOh yeah, grinding on you was literally the greatest time of my life,â you quipped sarcastically.
He grinned smugly. âI mean, it was the greatest time of my life to hear you moaning my name.â
You scoffed. âHope you recorded it,â you mumbled, making him nod in agreement. You rolled your eyes playfully as everyone moved to gather around each other. Seats quickly filled up and Clay sent you a sly grin, patting his lap.
Just to prove a point, you took his offer, making him tense up as if he wasnât expecting you to. He sat up a bit straighter to even the two of you out, making you shift on his lap. You moved again, setting your drink on one of the nearby tables and he groaned. You froze, hoping no one had noticed his hand press into your hip.
His lips were beside your ear; breath warm and inviting. âStop moving,â he bit, voice barely above a whisper.
Your mouth curled into a smirk. âWhy? Canât control yourself?â You jeered, making his grip tighten on you.
âDonât tease,â he nipped, making you smile wider. You moved again, this time pulling your knee to your chest and leaning back against him. With the new movement, you could feel him harden beneath you, and for some reason, you were into it. Your escapades in the bedroom had given you a series of oddly sexual dreams about Clay. Maybe this was your chance to relieve what tension had been built between the two of you.
His other arm moved to wrap around your knee, cementing you in place. âCut it out,â he hissed, making your eyes settle on his. You could tell by the lust-blown look in his eyes that he was already thinking about you too.
âDo you wanna get out of here?â You quizzed, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes danced back and forth between yours, searching your face for a hint of joking.
You could feel his heart skip a beat. âReally?â He asked, waiting for you to redact your words. You nodded. âYouâre serious?â
âAs serious as your mom and the pool boy,â you joked, instantly lightening the mood as he rolled his eyes, leaning forward and digging his face into the crook of your neck and making you laugh. You got off his lap, moving towards the birthday boy and saying your goodbyes with the claim that you had an upset stomach so Clay was driving you home.
When the two of you finally got out of the apartment building, Clay turned to you. He spoke with a clear tone now, âThis is real,â his words coming out as a question in and of itself. âYouâre not fucking with me?â
You sighed, shaking your head before grabbing onto his jacket and pressing your lips against his, your body flush against him as his hands hesitantly wrapped around you. Your kiss quickly became hungry and passionate. Youâd never kissed him before; usually opting to live vicariously through your friends. As your hands carded into his hair, his fingers fisted in your clothing, almost as if you would float away from him.
Clay broke away almost breathlessly, his lips moving to press against your neck. âI want you,â he groaned, making you moan in response. As he pulled you towards his car, you knew the two of you would finally be relieving some long-time festering tension.
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A Lick of Paint
Summary:Â Spencer has no idea his best friend is harboring a secret talent
A/N: This was is one-shot request from a little while ago! I hope you guys enjoy itÂ
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Artist!Reader)
Category: Fluff & Smut
Warnings/Includes: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, paint is involved (but it doesnât go anywhere it shouldnât), please let me know if thereâs anything Iâve missed!
Word count: 3.6k
Request:Â âWould u do one where itâs a fem!reader x spencer (smut or fluff what ever feels right) where theyâre best friends and the reader is very private and one day spencer comes over to her apartment and sees that sheâs a really talented painter/drawer/artist ? Thank u!!â
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He didnât have a crush on her. No way. She was just his best friend, nothing more. Just his best friend who he thought about all the time, his best friend who he knew everything about, who he couldn't wait until tomorrow to see.
They got in from their latest case at half past midnight, he was a night owl, and he knew she was too, so why would she mind him showing up uninvited? He hadnât seen her in 15 days and he probably could wait one more, but he really didn't want to.
Showing up at her door after 1am with a bottle of wine and some snacks he took a minute to run his fingers through his hair and straighten out his shirt before he knocked on the door. He could hear a rustling from the other side, and he could see the light shifting about beneath the door frame. So she was home, and she was awake, and he was trying to suppress his eager little smile.
âYou canât keep calling over this late Mrs. Warner! I donât have any of your mailâSpencer!â she says it in a little yelp as she pulls the door completely open. And she's standing in front of him in nothing but an oversized button up shirt, her hairâs all messy around her head and thereâs a little pencil tucked behind her ear.
Heâs not really sure whatâs going on but heâs sure that he likes it.
âJust meâ he pulls his lips into a small smile and gives a tiny little wave with his free hand, shaking the bottle of wine in his other. âI hope Iâm not intruding, we just got in earlier than I thought we would and I figured youâd still be upâ
As heâs explaining sheâs shutting the door slightly again, hiding her body behind it just a little. And even if he wasnât a profiler heâd know she was uncomfortable, so he starts to shake his head.
âYou know what, donât worry about it! I can come back another timeâ or I canâ I can give you some space if you need it? This was a stupid idea anyway, I should goâ Iâm gonna go!â he knows he sounds stupid, heâs a rambling mess but before he can properly retreat sheâs swinging the door open fully again, reaching out for him and just grabbing him by the strap of his satchel.
âNo Spencer wait! Iâm happy to see you, I really amâ she pulls him to the doorway, letting him step inside. âItâs justâ messy? And you havenât seen my apartment like this beforeâ sheâs rushing it out once he gets inside, placing her hands on his shoulders to try and spin him around before he can catch a glimpse of the state of her living room.
âJust gimme a second to tidyââ
âDo youâ are you an artist?â heâs not even listening to her anymore, heâs completely fixed on the pages and sketchbooks all scattered around her living room. The sofa is pulled back to create space for the huge canvas thatâs spread out all over the floor. Paints and brushes all lined up next to it.
âNo!â she shakes her head, âWell not really, I just, I draw sometimes, and paint I guess? But itâs just for meâ sheâs still got her hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around in spite of the fact that heâs already seen everything she was trying to hide. Or had managed to keep hidden until now.
âYou never told me?â he just looks confused now more than anything, but his eyes are still blown wide as he starts to walk towards the area of the room covered in her materials.
âItâs really nothing Spencer, I didnât want to tell you, because then youâd want to see, and then I wouldnât want to show you, or I would show you, and then youâd hate it, and youâd just tell me you liked it to be nice, and I can tell when youâre lying Spencer, and I couldnât handle that. So yeah, I didnât tell you. But I haven't told anyone.â sheâs not looking at him when she speaks anymore, her hands are just wrapped tight around her body protectively. This felt like she was so entirely exposed.
She had only kept two secrets from him all these years. Her art. And her unending infatuation for him. How could she not let him in when he showed up at her front door so excited, and looking so cute in his little sweater with his messy curls.
âHeyâ he reaches out, placing a gentle hand on her forearm, coaxing her to unwrap them. So they fall to her sides and she feels even more exposed now. âIf you want me to go, Iâll go. If you want me to stay, Iâll stay. If you want me to stand out in the hall while you hide all of this stuff, and then we pretend none of this happened, Iâll get comfy out there right now. But I just need you to know that I love you very much, and Iâd support anything you ever choose to do. And I know what I want shouldn't factor in, but for what itâs worth, I would like to see some of your workâ It doesn't have to be now! But just, if you ever wanted to show me anything, Iâd love to see it.â
She can feel how earnest the words are, and she knew he loved her, but it was always so nice to hear it out loud, coming from those gorgeous pink lips. She wants to speak but the words feel like theyâre almost caught in her throat when she looks up at him, she has to force them out.
âIâll show youâ she breathes, âI want to show youâ
His eyebrows shoot up as she speaks, âI didn't meanâ you donât have to!â he rushes out as she goes to fetch one of her sketchbooks from the ground, handing it to him.
âI want to, honestly. If someones going to see this stuff, I want it to be youâ once the sketchbookâs in his grip and out of her hands completely she walks away from him, going to sit on the ground next to the canvas. Right where sheâd been sitting when he knocked on the door earlier.
Neither of them say a word while he goes through it page by page. It doesn't occur to her that sheâs not sure which one she handed him until she can hear footsteps approaching her from behind.
When he sits down beside her heâs got the sketchbook open to a double spread and she recognizes it instantly.
âAre these drawings of me?â he asks, and itâs almost a whisper, like he doesnât want to scare her. But she nods.
âUm, yeah. Thereâs actually a bunch of you in these sketchbooks. Your bone structure is justâ I don't knowâ itâs nice to look atâ his lips curve up in a small smile at that.
âYou think Iâm nice to look at?â he teases and she rolls her eyes,
âFrom an artistic perspective, you're interestingâ she tries to walk it back.
âSo now Iâm just interesting?â he asks, a little smug now that he can tell sheâs nervous.
âThatâs not what I said!â he starts to chuckle then, closing the notebook and placing it down on the ground behind him.
âRelax, Iâm messing with you, and for what itâs worth I think youâre nice to look at too. From any perspectiveâ those few words make her forget where she is completely, they make her feel an entirely different kind of worry than the one sheâd been experiencing earlier.
âAnd I love your work. You said you could tell when I was lying, am I lying?â heâs looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, and she can feel the way her heart is palpitating.
âNo, youâre, uh, you're telling the truthâ she shakes her head, but his eyes stay focused on her.
âWhatâs going on this canvas then?â he asks with a smile, and she breaks the eye contact so she can grab another one of her notebooks to show him some of the thumbnails sheâd drawn for it.
âThis is the idea, I think I need to practice it on something smaller though, just to get a feel for itâ she explains as she points to the different shapes on the page, but then Spencer gets an idea.
âUse meâ he says, and she just looks at him perplexed, âYou said I was interesting, use me as your canvas?â he pulls off his cardigan as he speaks, rolling up his shirt sleeves to expose his bare arms.
âSpencer, I meant like, a smaller sheet or something, not your arm!â sheâs laughing it off, mostly because being in close contact like that with him would probably break her.
âWell use my back thenâ he says it like itâs obvious, taking off his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt from the top, getting to the third button before she reaches out to stop him.
âYou donât have to do thatâ she says it with a laugh, like her heartâs not beating out of her chest from the little glimpse of bare skin she can see through the open part of his shirt.
He looks straight into her eyes as he speaks, âI want to.â the words settle in the air between them and they come to a silent agreement. Her hands falling from his so that he can undo the rest of his buttons, shrugging out of his shirt so that she can see his bare torso.
He sits like that for a second, awaiting instructions.
âUm, you should lie down on your frontâ she says, gesturing to the canvas laid out on the ground, âWait!â she calls out as he moves to lie down, âYou should probably take off your trousers? I donât wanna get paint on them or anythingâ
Itâs the truth really, but it still feels silly to say out loud. Luckily he just laughs a little and takes them off, but the little clinking sound his belt makes does something to her breathing.
By the time heâs laying face down on the canvas, his head resting on his folded arms, sheâs got her materials all lined up next to her. She kneels down beside him, but as she's about to start it occurs to her that this is the complete wrong angle to start the piece. And she knows where she needs to sit, but sheâs got no idea how to ask.
âSpencerâ I canât reallyâ this angle is a bit, umâŚâ she stutters
âMaybe you should sit on me?â he asks, uncharacteristically calm, maybe it was the way her voice kept going up an octave, or how fast her heart had been beating almost this entire time, but something made him realize that he wasnât the nervous one here for maybe the first time since heâd known her.
âYou wouldâ You don't mind?â she asks before even moving, and he smiles to himself.
âHow could I?â
With that she climbs in top of him, resting a leg either side of his hips. Sheâs painfully aware that the only thing separating them now is the thin layer of each of their underwear. But she pushes the thought aside as she gets to work.
Spencerâs quiet and well behaved for most of it, only remarking every now and again when the paint was cold against his skin, or when he had to move just a little. All in all sheâs finished within an hour.
âAre you finished?â he asks, his eyes closed, relaxing beneath her as she worked. There was something almost therapeutic about the feeling of the brushstrokes against his skin. But he hadnât felt one for 3 whole minutes now.
âYeah, sorry, I was just admiring itâ she says, âIâll take a picture for youâ she reaches for her phone, snapping a quick photo. Then she sits up off of him and he misses the weight of her on top of him instantly.
When he sits up she sits down opposite him, handing over the phone so that he can take a look at the painting that adorned his back. He almost couldnât tear his eyes away from it. The delicate lines, the striking colors, the perfect hands that had painted it.
âThis isâ I donât even have the wordsâ he says it in a hushed whisper, âI love it so muchâ she knows heâs telling the truth again, his eyes don't even look up from the screen to see her reaction, theyâre still completely transfixed on the photo. When he does look up heâs smiling.
âAm I telling the truth?â he asks and she nods, but something about her nervous little expression, coupled with her sky-rocketing heart rate gives him the confidence heâs needed for years.
âWhat if I told that Iâve liked you for a very long time? Would I be telling the truth about that?â his smile is gone, instead itâs replaced with half-lidded eyes and softly parted lips.
For a second sheâs not even sure if this is really happening, her eyes trail along his bare torso, taking in the tiny bits of paint that made it down his sides. When her eyes come back up to look in his own, still trained on her she canât even speak, instead sheâs lunging at him, pulling him in by the back of the neck and crashing their lips together.
She parts hers after a moment, allowing Spencer to slip his tongue inside, tangling with her own as his hands fly out to grab her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. When they break apart their chests are heaving, breathing ragged, staring straight into each others eyes.
âIâve wanted to do that for so longâ he gasps before his lips are on hers again, hungry and eager.
Her hands start to roam all over his body, soothing over the planes of his skin, digging her fingernails in every now and again, forcing a little moan out of Spencer each time. When he finally grows too impatient his fingers start to work open the buttons on her oversized shirt.
After a minute heâs managed to get them all open and he can pull the shirt apart. As it slouches off of her shoulders he can see her underwear, itâs mismatched and thereâs something endearing about it. The fact that neither of them anticipated this. But that was probably for the best, if he knew this is what he was going to do tonight his nerves wouldâve gotten the better of him.
His hands are on her immediately, grabbing her breasts over the light cotton fabric, squeezing them gently as he presses his mouth against her neck, planting soft kisses all along it. She takes the time to shrug out of the shirt completely, and his hands snake behind her to unhook her bra and pull it off. Exposing her breasts completely for just a second before his mouth is on them. Cupping one in each hand and placing rough, sloppy kisses all over the soft skin as she moans above him.
âSpencerâ she says it with a little gasp as his lips wrap around one of her nipples, just the sound of his name tumbling from her lips was enough to make him hard.
âI need youâ she whimpers, and he's gone, bringing one of his hands down between her legs, ghosting over the crotch of her panties to feel the damp patch that had formed there.
âYouâre so wet for meâ he breathes against her ear, pushing one of his fingers harshly against the fabric, right against her clit, forcing another moan from deep in her chest.
âFuck, Iâve been wet since I climbed on top of youâ she moans, âI was worried you were gonna be able to feel itâ she says with a breathy laugh.
âIf Iâd have been able to feel this,â he says, rubbing small circles over her panties, âthen you wouldnât have gotten to finish that paintingâ
Once he takes his fingers away she pushes him down by his shoulders, finally straddling the other side of his hips like sheâd been thinking about doing for the past hour, or past several years. But he lets out a small yelp of protest.
âThe painting!â he says as his back collides with the canvas but she chuckles.
âFuck the paintingâ she leans in planting feverish kisses all along the expanse of his neck, sucking and biting in spots so that theyâd hopefully leave little bruises later on.
From there they both give up on trying to preserve any of the art on Spencerâs back. Within a matter of minutes it was smeared all along the canvas beneath them. Along with some of the paint one, or both of them, had managed to knock over.
Heâs not sure exactly how it happened but at one point he grips her waist and leaves a blue hand print along her skin from the paint heâd managed to put his palm in. When she catches sight of it she just lets out a small laugh.
âI donât careâ she says, when heâs looking up at her with just the smallest hint of worry, âAs long as it doesn't get inside me weâre alrightâ
Before they get too messy she sits up off of him for a minute, taking off her panties and using them to wipe off the little bit of paint that had somehow ended up next to Spencerâs bottom lip. He lets out a small gasp as she traces the fabric along his skin and mutters a tiny, âGood as newâ in her sultry sweet voice.
And then her lips are on his again as one of her hands snakes down in-between them to pull at the waistband of his boxers, she gets them down far enough to pull his cock out so that it was right in front of her. He was already achingly hard but something about the size of if in her nimble fingers made him twitch in her grip, leaking from the head with the anticipation.
âGod, the things I want to do to youâ she gasps as she pumps him up and down in long last strokes, squeezing every now and again as he squirmed underneath her, âBut right now I need you inside me Spencerâ
With that she rises up on her knees, hovering over him and lining his cock up right between her legs. She takes a second to tease him, running the head through her folds, so that he could feel and hear just how wet she was for him. Once he looks like he canât take even one more second of the teasing she lowers her hips slowly, sinking down onto his length bit by bit. Right until her hips were flush with his own and he was buried completely inside of her.
They both had to take a minute to savor the feeling. The way she was so wet and warm around him, so tight that he could feel the way she clenched around him.Â
The way he stretched her out so perfectly, filling her up in a way that made her think they might actually be made for each other.
And then she starts to move, pumping her hips up and down, leaning forward slightly so that she can rest her hands on his flushed chest for support. She starts off slow, almost at a teasing pace, taking him in as deep as she could each time.
âYou feel even better than I imaginedâ he mutters, his hands coming up to grab her hips, leaving another set of handprints in their wake. âSo perfectâ
She leans down a little further so that she can place a small kiss on his lips.
âGod, you do to! Didnât know it could feel this goodâ she moans without really thinking about it, and then she realizes itâs the truth. Something about the anticipation made all of this feel so much better than it ever had with anyone else.
With his hands guiding her now, gripping her harshly, she starts to move faster. Working up and down with more force, both of them panting and moaning desperately as they grew closer and closer.
Heâd dreamt about it, imagined it, thought about it, more times than heâd care to admit. But seeing her now, on top of him with her lips softly parted, little whines falling out of her as she hit her climax, he realized his mind could never do this justice.
âFuck! Ahâ Spencer, Iâm gonnaââ her hips slow to almost a stop, working up and down still but with staggered movements as she rides out her high. Thankfully Spencerâs only a second behind her and she can feel the way he's spilling inside of her, filling her up completely. Then she collapses flat onto his chest, both of them are covered in a sheen of sweat that almost makes their bare skin stick together.
âYouâre covered in paint you knowâ is the first thing Spencer says, his fingers tracing along her back.
âYouâre one to talkâ she jokes, dragging her finger through the streak of red paint that had gotten on his neck somehow.
Then he finally turns his head, looking at the spilled and smeared paint that lay around them on the once bare canvas.
âI thought you needed this canvas for that painting?â he asks, but she just looks up at him with a smile.
âI think this turned out betterâ
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smoke slow
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: inspired by the song by joshua bassett. eddie gives you a cigarette and maybe some hope, too.
word count: 3.4k
warnings: smoking, other than that itâs all fluff!
a/n: my first eddie fic!!!! i hope u guys like it and as always please let me know what you think! also switched up my headers :P
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Hawkins, Indiana. A town booming with rumours and sticky summers. For so long, you were one of the people watching news and shows about the place. Now, you were in it.
Moving was something you were used to, your parentâs work relocating your family often. You didnât mind it so much, it was what you were used to.
This time, they told you it was for good, that this was the last move. All things theyâve said before, but it felt real for once, it felt like they meant it.
You thought maybe it could become home.
Which is why you found yourself here, at the townâs trailer park for some party that was on a flyer handed to you on the sidewalk. Usually, you would roll your eyes and throw the piece of paper away, but you didnât know anyone yet and this was an opportunity.
You could find friends, people to talk to. It was worth a try.
You stood in the damp grass of the trailer park, a cup of whatever was being served in hand. It was nice to meet people, nice to get an idea of what your life in Hawkins could be like. It was overwhelming, though.
It was full of âwho are youâs and âwhy havenât I seen you beforeâs. A repetitive explanation of your move.
It got to the point where you needed a break from it all. As much as you enjoyed the promise of future friends and people to meet, you couldnât take it all at once.
You pulled yourself away from the forming crowd, wandering the open space between trailers, noting the picnic tables spread out and pausing to pet someoneâs cute dog.
Your head turned at the sound of a guitar, soft strums bleeding into the night air and you wanted to follow it. You stood upânot before giving the dog one last pat on the headâand went off to find where the music was coming from.
It would pause and resume every so often, like the person playing was forced to pull away before getting back to plucking at the guitar strings. You wandered around, the guitar getting louder as you went.
You eventually found the source of it, a boy sat on the front steps of a trailer. Long hair, ripped jeans, a denim vest covered in pins on top of a leather jacket. A cigarette hanging from his mouth and heavy rings on musical fingers. He was really pretty.
You were close to him now, but his head was bent, not noticing you approach. When he pulled away from his guitar to take the cigarette out of his mouth and breathe out, smoke billowing out of his lips, you took the chance to speak up.
ââThis machine slays dragons?ââ You tilted your head to read the messily painted letters on the instrument, grabbing the attention of the boy holding it.
Eddie peeked over at you when he heard your voice, one he didnât recognize. You were standing with a teasing smile on your face, a cardigan wrapped around you to fight off the evening chill. He thought you mightâve been the most beautiful girl heâs ever seen.
âSure does.â
His voice was smooth, the type of gravelly that had you walking closer, close enough that he was forced to tilt his head up at you. His eyes shining and soft as they met yours.
âWhatâs your name?â
âEddie, you?â You told him, and he repeated it, enjoying the way it tasted on his lips, the way it felt natural to say. âThatâs a pretty name. Youâre new here?â
You thought you were tired of the question, of the curiosity that came along with being the townâs new girl, but when Eddie said it, you couldnât find any annoyance in your body at all.
âYeah, just moved. You have any more of those?â
Your hand motioned to the cigarette that sat loosely in his grip now, his playing paused in order to talk to you. You knew smoking was a bad habit, but it wasnât something you could bring yourself to care about at the moment. Besides, it gave you something to say to Eddie, to keep whatever this moment was going.
âYeah. Youâre a smoker?â
âOn occasion, I guess.â
âItâs unhealthy, you know?â
âSays the boy whoâs currently smoking. Câmon, share?â
âWill you say please?â
âNow now, we only just met, Eddie. Donât get ahead of yourself.â
He shook his head, setting his guitar aside to reach into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, jerking his head towards the stairs next to him, inviting you to sit.
You took the invite, walking over and setting yourself next to him, close enough that your arms would brush if they moved the right way. It was odd, to feel like this stranger was someone who would become integral to your life despite only just meeting him. Like you were meant to find him here.
Eddie passed you a cigarette, and flicked his lighter to life to let you lean close and burn the tip of your smoke to life. You looked at him as you inhaled, his attention on your mouth and how it pouted ever so slightly around your cig, the way the plume escaped your lips.
âWhat were you playing before? On your dragon slaying guitar.â
âDunno, really. Whatever came to mind, I guess.â
âIt was pretty.â
âYou think so?â
Eddie hadnât had someone describe his music as pretty. Heâs been complimented, sure, but none of it seemed to mean as much as the one that came from you. The fact that you didnât even know him and yet you seemed to care about his art really stuck out to him. It was sweet, and it was genuine.
He wished he could stay in this moment, slow it down so it could last a little longer. The world melted away and it was just him and you. Two strangers who would probably become so much more than that.
âYeah. Will you play it again?â
He stubbed his cigarette out on his steps, deciding that heâd just share with you instead of having to pause from his playing. He figured youâd let him, since it was him who gave it to you. Eddie was intrigued by you the moment saw you, a magnetic pull holding his attention and refusing to let go. It was confusing to meet someone and immediately feel an effect from it, from them.
âSure, sweetheart.â
Sweetheart. The nickname mixed with his voice had butterflies swarming in your stomach. You tried to shrug it off, to pretend like it was nerves instead of being flustered. You thought maybe you could make him your friend, a good one. That maybe he felt the same, like heâd known you for much longer than a total of five minutes.
You thought Hawkins really would become home after all.
He plucked out a melody, humming along softly despite it not having any lyrics. While he wanted to impress you, to leave an impact big enough to get you to want to see him again, he wasnât really worried about what he was playing.
You watched his hands move with nimble fingers and expertise. You watched his face with focus as well as ease painted across it, like it was effortless for him to simply pick up his guitar and play. He was really pretty. Someone who might look intimidating at first glance, but was kind and welcoming.
âYouâre really good, Eddie. Howâd you learn?â
âMy uncle, mostly. Heâs taught me a lot.â
âWill you teach me something on it?â
âSure thing, Sweetheart. Here ya go.â He handed you his guitar, letting you set it in your lap the way he had it just moments before and grabbing your cigarette to stub it out. Eddie didnât know why he decided to move so he sat behind you, his thighs on either side of yours, his chest against your back. He didnât know why he felt so inclined to do so, but he was.
When you felt Eddie behind you, your senses went wild. The heat of his body against your back, the smell of his shampoo and his cologne in your nose, strands of his hair tickling your neck when he leaned closer.
It was intimate, especially considering this was your first meeting with him. But you had no complaints at all.
His hands trailed down your arms to grab yours, the cool metal of his rings sliding down until they were pressed against your fingers. He moved your hands to place one on the neck of the guitar, the other sitting flat against the strings. You were pliant for him, letting him guide you.
ââKay, so youâre just gonna put your fingers here, here, and.. here.â He moved them as he spoke, placing them on the right string and fret to create a chord. A sense of pride swelling when you strummed and it sounded right the first time.
Eddie wasnât used to having a connection to people so quickly. No, he was used to judgemental looks and constant avoidance because he was a âfreak,â someone to stay away from.
You, however, had no knowledge of his reputation, you only knew the sweet boy sitting on his porch playing guitar. You only knew his soft touch and comforting smell.
âThatâs really cool. That music just works like that.â
âWhere the hell have you been all this time, sweetheart. Are you even real?â
He held one of your hands in his, squeezing it like he was making sure you were solid, a real person. He felt like he mightâve made you up, the previous drinks and smoke clouding his brain because there was absolutely no way you were there, being nice to him, and smiling brightly because of him and his guitar.
When you looked down, focusing on his hand holding yours and feeling flustered, then feeling it even more because you didnât know him, not really, and it felt like you did and he had an effect on you that youâd never felt before. Ever.
You didnât have time to reply to his sweet, wonder-filled words because you caught a glimpse of the numbers on his watch and gasped.
âIs that really the time?â
âShit, yeah.â
âI'm so sorry, I have to leave.â
He hated the disappointment he felt, the longing for you to stay. He hated it because it was new, it was scary, and it was more amplified than anything heâs ever experienced before.
He didnât say any of that, though, he only let your hand go and stood, helping you up along with him. He didnât hug you close like he wanted, he didnât kiss you like he had the urge to do. He only smiled at you and spoke quietly.
âIt was really nice meeting you. Iâll see you around?â
âYeah. Bye, Eddie.â
You were quickly walking off before he could ask you for your number, for anything. Gone as if it really had been a dream.
-
Eddie couldnât stop thinking about you.
Ever since that night that seemed to get further and further away as the days passed, his mind has been stuck in a loop of you and your pull and your mystery. He wanted to know more about you, he wanted to know everything, really. The only problem was, he couldnât seem to find you.
Heâd go walking on main street, go to the grocery store even if his uncle had gone the day before, go to random parties he heard about in hopes to find you there. Eddie found himself in public much more than he used to, and he found that distracting himself with trying to find you often blocked out the looks heâd get or the whispers heâd notice.
Lately, all he cared about was talking to you again.
He wasnât discreet about it, either. He asked Nancy and Robin if they met you, even asked Steve if he knew of anyone with your name. They teased him, of course, but they did try to help. It wasnât often Eddie was this encompassed with someone.
He found himself hanging out at Family Video with Robin and Steve as they worked, hoping that maybe today would be the day you decided to rent a movie.
âThis is getting sad, Munson. Why donât you just go door to door? That might be more productive.â
Steve and Eddie gave each other shit all the time, but that was simply their friendship. They bonded over time, getting over their Dustin jealousy and finding common ground there instead. They complained about the younger boyâs attitude, they loved him like a brother.
âShut it, Steve. Iâm gonna see her, I swear.â
âAw, come on, itâs sweet. But, are you sure she lives here? Maybe she was just visiting.â
Robin was trying to help, as always, she just said what she thought was best. She hoped that you were real, because she could use another female friend in her life and by the way Eddie spoke about you, she could tell youâd be a great one.
âNo, no. She said she just moved here! You guys believe me, donât you? I didnât even smoke pot that night!â
âCalm down there, we believe you. Itâs just.. itâs been like a week and Hawkins really isnât that big.â
âYeah, yeah. I know, Robin. But maybe itâs just like the wrong places at the wrong time. Right?â
She simply shrugged, not really knowing what to say because she wanted to keep his hopes up, she wanted him to be happy and excited about you like he has been since he saw you.
âMaybe you shouldâve stayed in the same place every time like Dustin said. Higher percentage of meeting her or whatever the little shit said. It was too much math for me.â
âThank you so much, Steve. I really appreciate it.â His voice monotone and void of actual gratitude, a deadpan.
The bell above the door rang, signaling the entrance of a customer, and Eddieâs heart pounded with the possibility of it being you. His mind conjuring up everything heâd say to you, the unrealistic expectations that youâve been looking for him, too.
But, you knew where to find him. Wasnât it obvious the trailer was his?
When he turned to look at who walked in, he sighed. Disappointed because it definitely wasnât you and kicking himself for getting so worked up over a fucking bell ringing.
He left the store after that, going back home and picking up his acoustic guitar once more to play the tune he remembered from that night. He couldnât get it out of his head.
-
You couldnât stop thinking about Eddie.
Something about the way his hair fell and the dreamiest eyes. The way his rings felt against your skin and his chest felt against your back. The way he spoke and the way he made you feel.
You were close to losing it.
Of course, you thought about going to his trailer to see him, but always backed out because you felt like it would be weird. He would totally be creeped out if you just showed up to his house unannounced after meeting once.
Instead of sitting around daydreaming about a certain boy, you decided to use your free time to apply for a job. It would be something to do, and you did need the money. You figured as you made your way around the town with applications in hand, you just might run into Eddie.
So far, nothing has panned out, though itâs only been a couple of days. The last stop on your list was the local record store, full of vinyls both used and new. You stood in front of the old building, gathering the courage to go in and hand in your application.
When you walked through the door, you saw shelves upon shelves of music, bins and crates stood all around filled to the brim with things to listen to. The lighting was warm, inviting, and the song playing softly throughout the store added to the calming atmosphere.
Eddieâs head snapped up from where he was sorting through new arrivals when he heard the front door open and close, his attention drawn to the customer he was meant to look after.
When he caught a glimpse of the person there, he swore he felt his heart stop for a second. Maybe even a minute.
It was you.
You, who he had almost convinced himself he had imagined. Who still looked as pretty as the first time he saw you. You with your same cardigan and bright eyes. He couldnât believe it.
You walked up to the counter, shaking out your nerves one last time before taking a couple steps and looking up. The last person you expected to see was Eddie, but you definitely werenât upset about it.
Youâd been waiting ever since you left that night to see him again, and here he was.
âEddie?â
He ditched his vest and jacket, now left in his âHellfire Clubâ shirt which youâd ask him about later. For now, you were just ecstatic to see him. His hair was still long, still sat in its charming waves. His eyes still shining, like that was their natural state.
âOh my gosh! Sweetheart, hi!â
His smile was beaming, so bright that you couldnât help but smile, too.
âSo, Iâm actually here for a job,â you set your application on the counter in front of him. âBut this is a lot more fun. Hi.â
âShit, really? I can get you in, easy. The boss likes me, can you believe it!?â
He was so upbeat, so animated, and it felt like it was because of you. Whether that was true or not, you still felt special. He was able to do that without even trying.
âYou donât have to do that.â
âI want to. Weâre gonna have so much fun as coworkers, trust me. The best time.â ďżź
âWell, okay. If you want to, then that would be great. Thank you, Eddie.â
He thinks hearing his name in your voice would never get old.
âNo problem at all, sweetheart.â
âDo you like working here?â
âI like music, and itâs easy enough. I think you joining the team would make it a lot better, though.â
âStop it.â
You could feel your face heating, your hands coming up to cover your flustered expression. Somehow, Eddie managed to say certain things in a certain way to make you feel warm. His gaze strong and his effect even stronger.
âItâs true! Come on, stop hiding.â
He gently reached out to grab your wrists, urging you to drop your hands from your face, and when you did, he didnât let go.
âItâs really good youâre here, sweetheart. Iâve wanted to find you ever since you left that stupid party.â
âMe too. Must be fate.â
Though your tone was slightly teasing, you really did think this was fate. The universe bringing two people together and all of that.
âMust be. So, I have a question for you.â
âOkay, Iâm listening.â
His hands squeezed your wrists in his grip, cool rings against heated skin. It was like he was both reassuring you and gearing himself up to say what he wanted to.
âI havenât stopped thinking about you since we met, and I think thatâs rare. I, um.. I wanted to know if youâd wanna go out with me sometime? Soon, maybe?â
âLike on a date?â
âYeah. I mean, if thatâs what you want. Doesnât have to be.â
What Eddie wants to say is that he thinks heâd take you into his life in any way he could, that heâd be okay with being nothing more than your future coworker if it meant youâd be around. He doesnât, because he thinks thatâs a lot for someone heâs spoken to twice.
âIâd really like that, Eddie. Iâve thought about you ever since, too.â
He only drops his hold on you to grab a pen and spare piece of paper, sliding it towards you.
âLeave me your number this time, yeah? So I donât have to search the town again.â
âYou looked for me?â
You started writing your number down for him, signing with your name and a heart and handing him the paper. He took it and tucked it into his pocket right away, not wanting to ever lose it.
ââCourse. Told you I was thinking about you.â
âWell, now you can call me.â
âOh, I will. Youâll get sick of me.â
To be honest, you donât think you could get tired of him if you even tried.
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anon : seungcheol smut!Jealous sex, degrading, ass smacking definitely. just add anything yâknow! maybe you were flirting with another member and he got jealous. thank you, I donât really know how to request, second time requesting only. â¤ď¸
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â Â summary :Â flirting with Jun just to get your boyfriend riled up really wasnât a smart move, though you thought it meant no harm at the beginning, you realised way too late that it was a very, very bad idea.
â Â pairing : seungcheol x reader
â warnings :  posessive behaviour, swearing, alcohol, mentions of drinking (no one gets drunk), dom!seungcheol, rough sex (he gets out of control heh), dirty talk, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, degradation, multiple orgasms, choking, hair pulling, spanking, cheol loves your ass alot, crying, biting, creampies, overstimulation, oral (male receiving), deep throating, cum eating, slight daddy kink, slight size kink, a bit of fluff in the end
â word count : 11.3K words
â authorâs note : i know i took really long to post it and im sorry in every language that exists :-( i just got kinda carried away with this one (as you can see with the word count lmao) so i took really long perfecting it and editing. but i hope yâall love it and it makes up for the long ass wait !!
Another giggle passed your lips as you leaned on Jun, taking another sip of the red wine he had poured for you earlier.
You had come over to the dorms to spend some time with the boys, and of course, your boyfriend Seungcheol.
Currently, there was only Jun, Soonyoung, Vernon, Seungkwan and Seungcheol at the dorms, the rest being god knows where. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn't see all of them but at least you could see a few of them when they weren't busy or not at home.
"Hey you two! Let's do something together, this is so unfair you can't have her all to yourself Jun!" Soonyoung whined loudly, looking at both of you in annoyance.
You were all spread out, Vernon and Seungkwan and Soonyoung were sprawled on the couch, You and Jun were sitting on the floor, and your boyfriend was somewhere in the kitchen...his hard stare on you being oblivious to you.
"Come join us then," you said, patting the seat next to you.
You suddenly felt bad for them, you and Jun had been so lost in each other's conversations that you had almost forgotten about the rest.
"No ew...I don't even get what's so funny about him, I make the better jokes," Seungkwan huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"You mean your over the top drama? She laughs because I'm actually funny," Jun shot, making you chuckle.
"Okay guys that's enough...let's do something together like Soonyoung suggested," you said, before their conversation got any more heated.
You leaned your back against the couch as you took the last sip of your wine.
"Want more?" Jun asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh no that's enough...I just finished my second glass," you said, placing your empty glass on the coffee table.
"So guys, what do you want to do?" Jun asked, looking up at the guys who were still laying on the couch.
"I don't know..." Soonyoung trailed off, making you smile.
"Wow....so you bother us and go on about how you wanna do something together but you have no idea on what to do?" Jun said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Yeah well I didn't care what we did it was just annoying seeing you both so close!!" Seungkwan chirped.
"Fine, fine, how about....spin the bottle?" Vernon said, getting up from his sleeping position as he looked at us.
"Ah no, that's not fair on Y/N! And plus I don't wanna kiss any of you guys," Soonyoung said, pretending to vomit.
"You say it like we want to kiss you...I just wanna play so I can get the chance of kissing her," Jun said, winking your way as you blushed, hitting his shoulder softly.
Jun would be lying to himself if he said he never found you attractive, you always were to him, but he knew not to cross the line with Seungcheol, he respected his older friends relationship and he was happy for them- but he also envied him.
"Do you wanna die in the hands of hyung that bad?" Seungkwan asked, making Jun chuckle.
"Oh please...he doesn't mind, do you cheol?" Jun asked, cocking his eyebrow towards Seungcheol.
You look towards the kitchen area, your eyes falling on Seungcheol who had his gaze fixed on you already, like he had been staring at you the entire time. You bit your bottom lip, realising you had kinda been ignoring him the past hour since you were busy talking to Jun.
"What ever made you think I'd be okay with you kissing my girlfriend?" Seungcheol shot, his eyes finally leaving yours to glare at Jun.
"Come on now...it wouldn't hurt now would it? It's just a kiss after all...right Y/N?" Jun asked, turning to look at you.
"Uh..u-uhm..."
You looked down to your entwined hands, ignoring both of their stares on you..Jun wanting to know what you would say, and Seungcheol daring you to agree with Jun.
"This won't...end good I can feel it," you heard Vernon whisper to Seungkwan, making you agree...mentally of course.
"O-okay guys! Let's play truth or dare, everybody loves that game!" Soonyoung suddenly said, getting up from his seat on the couch to come and sit next to Jun.
"Yeah... teenagers do," Seungkwan mumbled, getting up aswell, before dragging Vernon up.
"But whatever...just thank you for lightening the mood!" Seungkwan added, joining you three on the floor, already forming a circle.
Soonyoung smiled, giving you a reassuring nod to which you smiled back, thanking him silently for saving you from the awkward situation you were in.
"Seungcheol hyung, you joining?" Vernon asked, before sitting next to you.
"Yeah, whatever," he muttered gruffly, walking over to where you guys were seated on the floor.
"Awh why did you call him? He's a party pooper!" Jun groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Seriously, who the fuck says that anymore?" Vernon snorted, making you laugh.
"Move," Seungcheol's voice broke away your laugh as you looked up at him, his eyes were on Vernon.
"Ah right, my bad," Vernon said, scooting more to Seungkwan's side so Seungcheol could sit between you too.
"Okay now that we're all seated...anybody have an app or something? Or do you just want to say random stuff?" Soonyoung asked.
"Nah I hate the apps, let's just say what we feel like saying," Jun said, making everyone nod- well except for Seungcheol, who was too busy being bored, he had only said yes so he could monitor Jun and you.
He trusted you, with his entire life, there was no doubt about that...but Jun on the other hand or any of the other members at that, they were his closest friends and he also trusted them...but boys will be boys and he knew he had to be careful in case any of them got a bit too, well....touchy.
"Okay then, who wants to go first?" Seungkwan asked, as you crossed your legs, your pleated skirt riding up your thigh.
Jun's eyes fell to your thighs unwillingly, as he swallowed thickly, moving his eyes away quickly before someone caught him...and what he didn't realise was, Seungcheol was watching him the entire time and had seen him catch a glimpse of his girlfriend.
Seungcheol's jaw twitched, as he grabbed your wrist before pulling you up quickly.
"What are you doing cheol?" You asked innocently, unaware of the looks you had just received.
"Your staying the night so you should be comfortable..and this will not keep you warm," he said, eyeing Jun.
"Oh you can borrow my hood-"
"She has my clothes so don't worry," Seungcheol snapped, cutting Jun off his sentence.
Jun bit back a laugh, knowing he was really starting to piss his older friend off.
You just stayed still as Seungcheol dragged you from the lounge area and into the corridor to his room.
He locked it behind you both, before turning to look at you.
"Did you really not have anything else to wear today?" He asked, jaw clenched tightly.
"I came straight here after meeting up with my friends," you said, looking down at your outfit.
"What's wrong with it?"
"What's wrong? It's so fucking short that anyone could see your ass with one bend of your knees," he shot, eyeing you angrily.
"Cheol calm down..plus I do look cute in it," you said back, as you bat your eyelashes at him.
Seungcheol sighed, ignoring you as he walked into his closet.
You frown deeply as your fingers curled into fists, was he really not going to compliment you?
"Cheolie..do you really not find me hot in this?" You sulked, holding onto his muscular arm that you oh so loved.
"Let go of me, I'm trying to find something for you to wear," he mumbled gruffly, making you whine.
"But cheol...look at me, you have to admit-"
He pulled your arm off him, before roughly pushing you towards the wall.
"What the hell Seungcheol!"
"Yeah, you fucking do look hot, so hot that I'm trying my hardest not to bend you over right now and fuck the living hell out of you so you never dare wear something like this ever again," he spat, catching you off guard.
"That's what you wanted to hear, right?"
"I-I.."
His hands trailed down your back slowly, his stare on you cold and hard.
"I've been watching you princess...so don't think I don't notice your flirting.."
His hands smoothed up and down your ass, making you bite your lip before you could let out a whine.
"I'm not flirting...I'm just being friendly," you bravely said as you felt his lips on your neck. He wasn't doing anything, just keeping his lips on your skin but that was enough to have your entire body burning.
"Don't lie sweetheart....I know you have a really bad habit of pissing me off....so if I were you, I would stop being so flirty with my friends or you'll really get it from me..understand?" He growled, making you nod.
"Words sweetheart," he warned, moving away from your neck to look at your flushed face.
You smirked, before replying innocently. "I understand, daddy."
Seungcheol's eyes visibly darkened, as he licked his lips.
"I wouldn't play like that with me darling," Seungcheol snapped, bringing his face dangerously close to yours.
"Cheol...my clothes," you reminded him, pushing him off you.
"..Right," he huffed, looking at you one last time before moving away to get out a hoodie and sweatpants for you to wear.
"You...wore this last time you came I'm pretty sure, it should fit," he mumbled, probably to himself as he took out a simple pair of black sweatpants, before handing it to you.
"As for a hoodie since it's cold...."
"Hah...speaking of hoodies...I have like five of yours still in my apartment," you said, smiling at him sheepishly.
He turned around, his eyes soft once again.
"Well good thing I have alot right?"
You both laughed, as he took out one of his most favorite hoodies.
"This one...you are not taking home...it's my favorite," he said, pouting at you.
"Why are you giving it to me then?" You asked, crossing your hands across your chest.
"What's mine, is yours right? Plus you'd look so cute in it, I only said you couldn't take it home because then I won't be able to wear it all the time since it will be at your apartment," he said, making you laugh.
"Alright alright, I'll return it to you before I leave...what a baby," you mumble the last line, but Seungcheol was quick to catch on.
"Who you calling a baby?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"You, now get out, I'm gonna change," you said, already pushing him out of the closet door since you knew he would try and stay.
"Oh come on...I can't wait until those annoying men go to sleep! The least you can do is give me a show until then," he said, winking at you.
"Go away cheol."
You shut the door in his face, laughing at how he whined from the other side.
In the past year and a half that you two had been dating, Seungcheol always was really just a big baby. Seemed all tough from the outside especially since he needed to be a good role model to his younger member's, but you all knew he was just a huge softie when it came to people he loved.
But you and his friends knew very well that if was to ever get mad, he would be very mad.
And that's why you loved ganging up with them to piss him off, see what would throw him off exactly.
He was like a bear in your opinion, soft and cuddly, but scary too.
You sighed, pushing your thoughts to the side before changing into the clothes Seungcheol had given you. Once you were done, you opened the door.
"How do I look?" You asked, turning around once.
"Covered. You look covered. Thank god," he replied with no expression. making you huff as you turned away from him, already walking out the door.
"Finally! You took so long!" Soonyoung yelled.
"Sorry guys, it took a while finding something I wanted to wear," you said, sitting back down next to Jun on the floor.
"Well you look really cute, big hoodies look so good on you," Jun said, making me smile.
"Thank you."
You felt Seungcheol sit next to you, before he kissed your cheek lovingly making you blush.
"Now who wants to go first?" Vernon asked.
"I'll go first....Soonyoung...truth or dare?" Seungkwan asked.
"Hmm....truth."
Vernon groaned, "That's so boring can we only do dares?"
"Shut up for once that isn't how you play!" Seungkwan shot, as everyone laughed.
"Guys relax, it's just a game...and yeah kwan is right, and it's his choice on what he wants to do," you said, making Vernon sigh.
"Ah, fineeee."
"Thank you, now...Soonyoung....what's the dirtiest thing you have ever done..don't worry, it's a safe place and Jihoon isn't here so he can't bully you," Seungkwan said, as everyone turned to look at Soonyoung, waiting for him to answer.
"Ahh...well..do you mean sexually..or just..dirty, dirty?" He asked awkwardly.
"Any, your choice," Vernon said, making you nod.
"Uhm...eh...well I once didn't brush my teeth and lasted on chewing gum the entire day cuz I didn't want to be late for practice and keep you guys waiting."
Everyone's eyes were on Soonyoung, making him smile sheepishly.
"It's okay, I'm sure everyone has done that at lease once in their lifetime," you said, smiling at him.
"Have you!?" Seungkwan asked, disgust written all over his face.
"Honestly, I did it once in middle school cuz I didn't want to be late for an exam," you confessed honestly, scratching the back of your neck.
"God your so honest, makes me feel like being honest too...I have done that a couple of times," Vernon said, smirking at you.
"Ewww Hansol get off me!..Y/N I'll let off because I love her but you!?" Seungkwan squeaked, pushing Vernon further away from him.
"Hey don't bully him, we're just being honest here so Soonyoung doesn't feel lonely," You said, frowning at Seungkwan.
"Okay stop, why the fuck are we even having this conversation? Isn't anyone going to even bother asking Soonyoung why the fuck he chose that as something to say for a truth?" Jun suddenly said, looking at us in disbelief.
"Oh yeah true...but I guess it was good enough," Seungkwan said making all of us nod.
"Yeah it was good, if your lucky I won't tell Jihoon," Vernon said, sticking his tongue out.
"No stop, that man never leaves me alone to start with," Soonyoung whined, making all of us laugh.
"Okay shut up and just choose who you're going to ask next," Jun groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Right, um, Vernon!"
"Ahh...dare, cuz I wanna spice things up and I'm not a pussy," Vernon said, winking at Soonyoung.
"Perfect....I dare you to call Wonwoo and tell him you spilt something on his bed sheets," Soonyoung said, wriggling his eyebrows.
"That's not a dare....that's suicide," Vernon said, as he visibly shuddered.
"This is going to be fun," Seungcheol whispered in your ear, knowing very well how angry Wonwoo gets when someone goes in his room.
You nodded your head as everyone grew silent, watching Vernon closely as he took his phone out of his pocket.
"Okay...it's ringing," Vernon said.
"Put it on speaker," Soonyoung whispered, as Vernon nodded.
"Hey, what's up?" You heard Wonwoo's deep voice through the phone, making your heart beat fast, suddenly scared for Vernon's life.
"Hey hyung...where are you?" Vernon asked nervously.
"I'm out with a few friends, I told you guys before I left...is everything okay?"
"Uhm...I...I was in y-your room cuz I wanted to uh...borrow your....pen and I spilt juice all over your bed-"
"YOU WHAT!?" Wonwoo yelled from the other side, making Soonyoung start laughing loudly.
"This is kinda boring...wanna do something else?" Jun suddenly whispered in your ear, making you turn to look at him.
"Oh come on, why isn't it fun?" You asked.
"I'd just much rather be doing something else.." Jun trailed off, making you sigh.
"Alright...what do you want to do?"
"Hmm...let's find something to eat?" Jun suggested, making you chuckle as you nodded.
You got up, about to follow Jun to the kitchen before you felt someone tug at your wrist.
"Where are you going?" Seungcheol asked.
"I'm going to the kitchen with Jun, we're gonna find something to eat," you said, pulling out of his grasp before he could answer.
"I found ice-cream!" Jun exclaimed, waving the tub of strawberry ice-cream around.
"Is that the only flavour?" You asked, looking into the fridge, as your eyes laid on another tub of vanilla ice-cream.
"Yeah sadly we only have those two, let's have both though," Jun replied, clapping his hands.
You laughed as you took the tub of vanilla ice-cream out, before grabbing two spoons.
"Let's just eat from the tub?" You asked, making Jun nod with a smile.
You grabbed the strawberry ice-cream as he grabbed the vanilla one, and you both started to open the lid, quickly taking a spoonful into your mouth.
"Ah yes! This is exactly what I needed!" You mumbled, taking another bite.
"Yeah me too...tell me when you want to swap," Jun said, pointing to his tub of ice-cream.
You nodded your head, turning around to look back at the guys.
"So whats happening?" You whispered, as Soonyoung turned to look at you.
"Well he started cursing obviously...said a few...threats but we quickly told him in was a dare and now their having a conversation about food or something," Soonyoung said, making you nod.
"I'm surprised though, thought he would be running home by now," Jun said, making you laugh.
"That literally wasn't funny, why are you laughing?" Seungkwan shot, walking up to you guys.
"I'm sick of him stealing you away, come on, truth or dare was kinda getting boring already anyways."
Before you could even open your mouth, Seungkwan had taken the ice-cream from your hands and put it back in the freezer.
"Kwan why!" You whined, pulling at his sleeve.
"Let's do something together! How about karaoke?" He suggested, making you huff.
"Yeah fine, okay.....Jun come on!"
You and Jun went back to sit on the couch, as Seungkwan took his phone out to play some songs.
"He only asked for this so he could show off," Jun whispered in your ear, making you chuckle as you rested your head on his shoulder.
Your eyes suddenly flicked to Seungcheol, who was still sitting on the floor, his eyes fixed on you. You could feel his anger, even from feet away, but that only sparked a light bulb in you.
you wanted to piss him off, really bad.
and all just for the fun of it.
You had your fair share of moments in making him mad yourself. Especially on days like this, when you decided to play around with his friends to get him jealous purposely, it always ended in rough sex that ended up with you not being able to walk properly the next day...but today, you wanted to see just how many buttons you could push before he finally snapped.
and oh boy, you were about to find out just how angry you could really get him.
You looked away smirking to yourself as you snuggled into Jun, pretending to completely ignore Seungcheol's presence as you watched Seungkwan start singing and dancing.
"Yo Y/N....hyung looks mad," Vernon whispered from beside you, making you look at him.
"I know...but it's funny," you replied, smirking at him.
"Guess your right, I'm gonna take photos of him for safekeeping," Vernon said, making you chuckle.
"Alright but be careful," you reminded him.
A few minutes passed of you and Jun just laughing at Seungkwan and Soonyoung while they sang to a duet, when you decided to get up and go get a drink.
"I'm gonna go get something to drink, you want?" You asked Jun and Vernon, as you got off the couch.
They both shook their heads, making you nod slightly before walking over to the kitchen.
Aa you were pouring yourself a glass of water, you didn't realise someone was right behind you, until you bumped into their chest.
"Can't you see where your walking?" You muttered at Seungcheol, moving away from him to place the glass on the kitchen island.
He hugged you from the back, his fingernails digging into your skin.
"You...have had quite the attitude with me lately, where is this coming from...hm?" He whispered darkly in your ear, as you looked at the guys to make sure they weren't looking.
"Nowhere..and what attitude, just cuz I told you to watch where your walking?" You scoffed, trying to keep your composure when you felt his teeth graze your earlobe.
"Don't act smart with me, you know what I'm talking about," he spat, making you smile.
He bought one of his hands down to your clothed core, while the other stayed firm against your waist.
"Was it nice warming up with Jun sweetheart?" He asked rather softly, but you knew all to well not to answer such a question....but today, you would.
"Of course it was, he was so warm and cuddly I just wanted to sleep in his arms," you sighed, pretending to be day dreaming.
He turned you around suddenly, pushing you against the counter.
"I told you before, do not push me, right? I don't know why you're being so bold today but keep stepping over the line and I'll make sure you really regret it," he growled, towering over you easily.
"Look cheolie...I don't know what your talking about but I'm really just being friendly, your just overreacting," you said, rolling your eyes.
His grip on your waist tightened to the point where you winced.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He asked lowly, making you smirk.
"Yeah, I did, so what?" You asked irritatedly.
"Okay that's it. Get that pretty little ass of yours inside my room, now," he spat, making you scoff in disbelief.
"And what? You really think I'm just going to obey you like some puppet, go away cheolie," you smiled, kissing his cheek before pushing him away.
You smiled to yourself as you saw his shocked expression, and just as you were about to walk away, he grabbed your wrist.
"Then behave...next time, I won't be asking, I'll be dragging you myself," he warned, letting go off your wrist.
You scoffed, taking a sip off your water walking back to sit next to Jun again.
"He's still singing?" You whispered to Jun as you watched Seungkwan in shock.
"Yep...and next up is Soonyoung," Jun replied, sighing in annoyance.
While watching Seungkwan completely loose himself to a bunch of girl group songs, you saw Seungcheol from the corner of your eyes come and sit down next to you.
"Hey baby," he whispered near your ear, like you weren't just talking a few mere minutes ago.
He kissed your cheek before sitting back comfortably against the couch, his hand coming up to rest on your thigh, something he always did as a way to show you he was there- or at times like this, to just remind Jun that your boyfriend was right there.
A smile made its way to your mouth as you realised what he was doing.
You turned to look at him, before moving a little closer to his ear.
"Awh is cheolie scared Jun will take me from you?" You whispered, before looking away and back to Seungkwan, who was still dancing.
"Everyone here knows you belong to me, love, but I think your the one that needs a reminder," he whispered back with his jaw clenched.
You chuckled as you rested your head on Jun's shoulder, scooting more closer to him.
"Your really warm, Jun," you said, loud enough so Seungcheol would hear.
Jun smiled, figuring out exactly what you were trying to do, and he was happy to help...how could he ever say no to a chance of pissing off someone like choi seungcheol?
"Are you cold? It must be his hoodie that isn't keeping you that warm..I have this really warm one that would look so cute on you," Jun said, making you smirk mentally.
"Really? Can I wear-"
You words were stuck in your throat when you felt Seungcheol's grip on your thigh tighten, but you quickly cleared your throat.
"Yeah of course, I'll go get it for you," Jun said, making you push Seungcheol's hand off your thigh before getting up.
"Sit down," Seungcheol suddenly said, just as you were about to follow Jun to his room.
You leaned down, pecking his neck before answering. "Stop being so jealous baby, I just want to wear something warmer."
His eyes narrowed on you, as you heard him grit his teeth. "You want something warm, then let's head to bed."
You chuckled lowly, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair before pulling at his cheeks.
"I don't want your dick, cheol," you deadpanned, before walking away.
Just as you got to Jun's room, he had already got out the hoodie he was talking about.
"Here, you can change in the bathroom if you want," he said, handing the hood to you.
You nodded your head before walking to his bathroom, and locking the door behind you.
Taking off Seungcheol's hoodie, you frowned a little, knowing he could be hurt that you took off his favorite hoodie that he wanted you to wear, just so you could play around with him.
Shaking your head, you decided to just go with it, knowing he most likely won't mind since he probably knows your just trying to get him worked up.
you should've stopped there.
You fixed your hair after putting on Jun's hoodie, loving the way it suited you, and even though Seungcheol's hoodie was keeping you warm, this one was too.
"Wow you look amazing in it," Jun complimented, as you came out of the bathroom.
"Thank you, I love it!"
He smiled at you before the both of you walked out of the door and back to the living room.
You threw Seungcheol's hoodie to his face, making Jun and Vernon laugh.
"You have guts I admire," Vernon complimented you, as Seungcheol slowly pulled the hoodie away from his face, his angry eyes throwing daggers to your amused ones.
"You fucking did not," he drawled, making you smile at him innocently.
"What? I wanted to wear it," you said, flicking your hair as you went back to sit in between Jun and Seungcheol.
Seungcheol sighed angrily, his fingers curling into fists. He always loved that you wore his clothes, because he could smell himself all over you, but now that you wore Jun's, he wanted nothing more than to rip it off your body.
"What's wrong Seungcheol, you don't look well," you asked innocently, grabbing his arm and snuggling into him purposely, knowing he could smell Jun on you.
"Stop," he warned, making you smile.
"Alright, I'll leave you alone then," you said, pulling away from him and hugging Jun, leaning your head on his chest.
"Hey Jun, do you want to sing together?" You asked, as Jun looked at you.
"Yeah of course, let's join them," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.
You both started joining in on the song Seungkwan and Soonyoung were so immersed in, as you forced Vernon to join aswell.
"Cheolie come join us," you said, turning to look at him.
He didn't respond, just looked at you blankly, but you knew he was burning in anger.
You bit your lip, wondering if you really had just crossed over the line, you knew far too well that when Seungcheol got angry he was brutal and merciless.
Just to be safe, you walked over to him and sat on his lap before pecking his cheek.
"You okay?" you asked carefully, massaging his tensed shoulders.
"Don't suck up to me now, you've pissed me off well enough already...I'm holding you responsible for this, not him," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours.
"It was a joke cheol, lighten up," you mumbled, slightly getting worried for yourself.
"Get off my lap and go enjoy your fun while you can," he whispered darkly, making a shiver run down your spine.
You hesitantly got off, giving him a small smile before turning around and walking back to the guys.
Seungcheol's words echoed in your mind while you sang and danced, and as much as you tried to ignore them, they only made you grow anxious, but also a little excited.
go enjoy your fun while you can
You knew you should've tried harder and maybe even apologised, but the look he gave you when he told you to get off his lap was enough to make you obey without even a second to loose.
While you were busy in your thoughts, you didn't hear Jun call your name, until he carried you up suddenly making you squeal.
"You seemed zoned out so I wanted to wake you up," he said, laughing at your shaken expression.
"God you scared m-"
"Put her down," Seungcheol's deep voice made everyone stop moving, as they turned to look at him.
"Relax we're just having fun," Jun said, holding you tighter as you wrapped your hands around his neck to support yourself.
"Just put her down hyung," Seungkwan whispered, as I looked at Jun.
"It's okay Jun you can put me down," I said, we were so close I could feel his hot breath against my skin.
"Okay this is my queue I'm suddenly tired, good night guys," Vernon said, giving me a smile before running off to his room.
Jun smiled at you, before turning to look at Seungcheol.
"And what if I don't want to?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows at him.
Seungcheol got up, making you bite your lip as you realised this wasn't going to end well.
He put his hands in his pockets as he stood right in front of you guys. Seungcheol was beyond angry at this point, and mostly just pissed off at this moment with how his younger member was talking back to him, he wasn't going to let that happen.
"I think you've forgotten your place, but I'll ask you once more...let.her.go," Seungcheol drawled, his low dominant tone sending shivers down your spine.
"Jun," you called softly, patting him on the chest.
He sighed, nodding his head before putting you down slowly before Seungcheol grabbed your wrist roughly, pulling you to his side.
"Hey! Be careful!" You mumbled, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he only tightened it.
"That's enough for one night, it's already past 12, everyone go to bed," Seungcheol said sternly, making Seungkwan and Soonyoung nod, before turning the TV off. As much as they wanted to continue singing, they knew better than to annoy their leader when he already seemed so on edge.
"Look I'm sorry, okay? We were just messing around...she's yours and I know that," Jun said, patting Seungcheol's shoulder before winking your way.
"Goodnight guys," he added, before walking away.
You swallowed harshly when you heard Jun's room door open and close. Seungcheol was still not saying anything to you, but you could feel the anger radiating off him, as he was still looking straight ahead.
"Now you...." He trailed off, finally meeting eyes with you.
You bit your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to dash out of the apartment before he could say anything more.
"Get your ass in my room before I drag you there myself," he spat, his voice laced with authority.
He let go of your wrist, making you rub the sore area as you nodded your head.
You feet walked for themselves as your mind clouded with nothing but regret, why did you even think of this stupid idea again?
You knew Seungcheol was right behind you from his heavy steps and slow breathing, his eyes burning holes into your back.
Once you were in his room, you heard the door shut behind you, before the faint sound of the lock perked your ears.
You didn't dare turn around, as you kept your eyes to the ground, not knowing how to get out of this situation.
should've thought this through huh.
You thought to yourself, before you were forced to shoo away your thoughts when you heard Seungcheol clear his throat.
"Turn around."
You did as he said, hoping he'd forgive you if you at least listened to him now.
"How long did you wanna keep that act up, hm?" He asked, as you looked down at your entwined fingers.
"I-I was j-just-"
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he drawled, making you look up at him slowly.
"I was just messing with you cheol, I didn't think you would take it that seriously," you bravely said, making Seungcheol nod.
"Hmm..well didn't I warn you before not to fuck around with me like that?" He shot, making you bite your bottom lip, not knowing how to answer him.
"Y-Yes....yes you did...I-I'm sorry," you whispered, trying your hardest not to look away from him.
He sighed irritatedly, eyeing you head to toe.
"Take it off."
"Huh?" You asked dumbly, making Seungcheol swallow harshly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Take off his hoodie," he spat, making you slowly nod.
You bought your shaky fingers to the hem of the hoodie, playing with it slightly.
"For fucks sake hurry up, or I'm gonna have to rip it off myself."
You quickly pulled it over your head, throwing it to the couch in his room before you covered yourself with your arms, feeling a little conscious since you were only wearing a bra inside.
"Good."
He started slowly walking to you, making you take a step back as you watched him unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt.
"Never, ever let me catch you wearing any of their clothes ever again, understood?" He drawled, a hand coming up to caress your cheek.
"O-Okay," you mumbled, as his hand on your cheek went down to your neck.
"So, why did you decide to piss me off so much today, love?" His voice was somewhat calm, which was starting to freak you out.
"I-I..."
"Loss of words I see? Well let me tell you what I think then.."
He pulled you closer to him, his hand caressing the back of your neck.
"Was it because you suddenly felt the need to get me angry just so you could laugh about it later?...well whose laughing now sweetheart?" He mused, chuckling at your facial expression.
"Or maybe it was because you knew, once you were done and we were alone...I'd fuck all the right senses into you, have you screaming while I showed you no mercy whatsoever.."
You bit back a whine at his words, the dominance in his voice shooting right down to your throbbing pussy.
"You knew god damn well not to piss me off like that, fuck around with my friends like a fucking whore while I was right.there...what did you get out of that anyways?" He spat angrily.
You kept quiet, which only pissed him off further. "Answer me."
"I-I...don't know...I just wanted to..a-annoy you..." You trailed off, your breath getting caught in your throat when he wrapped his fingers around your neck.
"Well darling...you definetly did get something out of it....and it's not going to be fun for you," he growled, his grip on your neck tightening.
"I-I'm sorry.....I-I w-won't d-do it a-again," you stuttered out, holding onto his hand on your throat.
"Oh you won't, and I'll make sure of it," he spat, before letting you go and dropping his arms to the side.
He moved away from you and sat down on the edge of his bed, before calling you over with his finger.
"Come here princess."
You swallowed harshly, before walking over to him slowly. You stood in front of him, waiting for his next order.
"Take off your...my pants," he said, watching you closely.
You slowly bent down, pulling his sweatpants down your body before shaking it off your feet.
"Good....now I want you over my lap."
Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what that meant.
"Cheol, look, I'm sorry and-"
"I said, over. my. lap," he repeated sternly, making you swallow harshly.
You climbed over his lap, your limbs starting to shake when he placed one of his big warm hands over your ass, smoothing over it.
"You've...made it quiet the habit to disobey me...especially in front of my friends...and I am fucking sick of it...but you won't do it again, right baby?" He asked you softly, his hands pulling at your ass, avoiding the area you needed him the most.
"Y-Yes I won't..I won't do it again, I promise," your lips quivered, bracing for the impact.
It was silent for a while, before you felt his palm make contact with your ass harshly, causing you to lurch forward with a cry leaving your lips.
"Yeah that's right, be as loud as you can, rooms soundproof remember?..but I think you would've loved it if it wasn't hey?" He drawled, smacking you once again.
"Sh-shit!" You bit your lip, as you felt the strong burning sensation spread.
"Did you enjoy warming up to another man right in front of me?" Seungcheol growled, before smacking your ass once again, this time to the other cheek.
You groaned in pain, your elbows giving out, making you land face first onto the mattress.
"Answer when you are spoken to slut."
You turned your face to the side, looking up at him. "N-No I d-didn't."
"And will you ever do it again?" He spat, his hand soothing the red skin.
"Depends," you mumbled, smirking devilishly as you looked up at him.
His clenched his jaw, as his hands crawled up your skin and to your hair, pulling on it as you screamed.
"Guess I'll have to keep going until I get a satisfied answer from you then."
Your eyes shut tightly as another hard hit landed on your already aching cheeks.
It only got worse from there, as his hits got harder, and faster, as you cried in pain.
Your lower body suddenly felt numb, as Seungcheol stopped.
"Now try again....will you ever let a man that close to you ever again?"
You shook your head vigorously, "N-No never."
Seungcheol chuckled, his grip tightening on your hair.
"Good." He whispered, dragging his finger down your clothed core, chuckling deeply at how wet you were.
"What a fucking slut...are you seriously wet from this?"
You felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you refused to look at him.
"Or are you wet from flirting with Jun from before," he drawled, pulling your panties down roughly.
You didn't reply, which only made Seungcheol angrier as he spanked you again, making more tears fill your eyes.
"Tell me...while you flirt with other men and get close to them...do you at least remember who you belong to?" He asked, another loud smack landing on the same area as the last two.
You moaned loudly, finally feeling the pain subside a little as you only had the diritest thoughts running in your head now..but of course, your boyfriend had other plans.
He scoffed, "No answer, let's see if you'll talk after this."
Two of his fingers found your dripping entrance, before pushing into you roughly without any warning.
You mewled at the feeling of his thick fingers sliding into your walls, as you gripped the sheets below you.
"I'm not gonna move my fingers until you speak princess."
You groaned loudly, trying to push yourself on his fingers since he wasn't going to do it for you anytime soon, but as soon as you tried, he gripped your hair tighter.
"Don't even think about it. Now answer me."
"God Seungcheol, yes! I-I do remember who I b-belong t-to," you moaned out, when he added a third finger.
"Mmmh....you sure, cuz it didn't look like you thought of me before..." He trailed off, taking his fingers out of you before pulling your panties back on.
"Why-"
Your whine got stuck in your throat when he landed another hard slap on your ass, making you jolt forward in surprise.
"I don't like lies princess," he growled, rubbing your cheeks as you felt your sticky substance spread all over your ass.
"I-I d-did....think o-of you," you whined, wanting nothing more than his fingers stuffed back in your pussy.
"No, you didn't...cuz if you did you wouldn't have done any of that in the first place," he spat, before he smacked you once again.
A moan left your lips, as you bit your lip to stop any other sound from escaping, as Seungcheol tsked.
"Oh? I see my little slut has started enjoying this, thats not good."
In seconds he had pulled you up by your hair, making you stand on your wobbling legs as he let go off you.
"On your knees, hands behind your back."
You did as you were told as you looked up, watching Seungcheol pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers.
One of his hands found purchase in your hair as he pulled you closer. "You've found ways to piss me off the entire day, your smart remarks, talking back to me...so lets finally put that dirty mouth of yours to good use hm?"
You swallowed harshly, nodding your head as your eyes fell on his red tip, that already had a little bit of pre-cum dripping down.
"Remember, no touching, and if I see your legs give out even a little....I won't be nice," He growled, gripping your hair tighter as his other hand guided his cock to your closed lips.
He opened his mouth, signalling you to do the same thing.
You gulped, knowing he wasn't going to go soft on you by the angry look in his eyes that still hadn't faded. You opened your mouth slowly as Seungcheol almost instantly pushed himself into you.
You gagged around him when you felt him hit the back of your throat, your mouth stretching beyond comfort as he used your mouth without any mercy.
"Look up at me, I wanna see my cock in your mouth properly," he rasped out, as you moaned around his length.
You looked up, watching how his eyes stared at you so intensely that you almost felt enchanted by them, the beads of sweat rolling down his face his expression filled with pure pleasure. But you were bought back to reality when you felt Seungcheol push more of his length down your throat as you choked around him, tears starting to fill your eyes.
"L-Look at you now princess, not so strong anymore hm? God this is the only good thing your mouth can do," he spat, before a long moan left his lips when you hallowed your cheeks, sucking on him.
You wanted to touch him, so badly, especially since you knew your legs couldn't support you much longer, but it would only anger him more so you tried your best to stand up straight as he fucked into your mouth much faster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck....you take me in so well babygirl..just like that, I'm close," he groaned, gripping your hair tighter as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.
He went faster as you whimpered slightly, your mouth starting to burn at his rough movements. He pushed you forward right down to his pelvic bone, making you let out the most sinful sounds.
After what felt like hours of his torture on you, he finally released in your mouth, some of it sliding straight down your throat before he pulled your head back, more of his cum hitting your tongue.
He pulled out of you, giving you the look that told you to swallow everything.
Your chest heaved up and down as you swallowed, the strong salty substance making your body tingle.
"Open your mouth, I wanna see it all gone," he asked, his own breathing erratic as he looked down at you.
You opened you mouth, sticking your tongue out, earning a moan of appreciation from your boyfriend.
"Good."
You looked up at him with half lidded eyes, silently telling him to let you get up as your knees started burning, along with your aching ass that still tingled in pain.
"You're so messy," he cooed, wiping the saliva mixed with his cum that was all over your mouth and chin with his hand.
He pulled you up by your hair, making you yelp in surprise."You were so good for me...but don't think I didn't notice your legs waver," he whispered darkly, making your eyes widen.
"Ch-Cheol I-I-"
"On the bed, legs spread out," he commanded, cutting you off.
"B-But Seungcheol I...my knees s-started getting uncomf-"
"Are you really going to make me repeat that again?" He growled, eyeing you angrily.
You swallowed harshly, shaking your head before moving away from him, your shaky hands and legs moving down to lay on the bed, as you hesitantly spread your legs a little, barely.
Seungcheol watched you with predatorial eyes, scoffing at you.
"I said, spread your legs," he spoke through gritted teeth, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he watched you while he rolled the sleeves of his button up.
You hesitantly spread your legs even further your drenched clothed core on full display to Seungcheol's hungry eyes.
"I want it all coming off your body," he said, pointing to your bra and panties.
You were quick to comply, starting with unclasping your bra before throwing it to the side, before you pulled down your panties, flicking it to the side.
"I haven't even touched you properly, yet your soaked," He said, tilting his head to the side a little, his eyes trained on your dripping entrance, making you shut your thighs tightly together out of reflex.
"Ah, ah, ah....spread them out," he warned, making you bite your bottom lip, as you slowly spread your legs once again.
"Now, touch yourself."
You were shocked at his words, Seungcheol never let you touch yourself...so you knew something was up.
You looked at him with slightly widened eyes.
"A-Are you serious?"
"Was I speaking in french?" He shot boredly, making you gulp as you shook your head.
You bought your fingers down to your seeping entrance, glancing at Seungcheol once before dipping one of your fingers in.
You moaned softly, adding a second finger when you realised it wasn't enough, as you started a slow pace.
"Go faster," Seungcheol's deep voice reminded you he was still in the room, as you looked over at him with hazy eyes.
You went faster, throwing your head back as you moaned over and over again, forgetting everything around you as you just focused on making yourself cum.
You felt your walls clench around your fingers, as you let out a long moan, the coil in your stomache threatening to snap.
And just as you were about to come undone, your fingers were yanked out of you.
"Seungcheol!" You almost screamed, shaking your legs around as he chuckled.
"Go again."
You hurriedly stuffed your fingers back in once he let go off your wrist, slowly building up the pleasure once again. You bought your free hand down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to bring you closer to the edge, the need to cum growing stronger by the second.
You worked your fingers harder, moaning and shaking as you came all around your fingers. Your breathing was uneven as you closed your eyes, completely sated.
Your happy mood was quickly ripped away when Seungcheol grabbed your thighs.
"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" He asked sweetly, but you knew better.
He ran his thumb down your gushing entrance, making you shiver.
"Yes..."
"Yes what?" He growled, pushing in four of his fingers into you at once as you groaned.
"Yes....d-daddy," you moaned out breathlessly.
"Hmm...so much cum," he whispered, nuzzling his nose into your folds.
He lapped up the cum that had seeped out of your hole while he started moving his fingers in you, making you moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair.
He looked up at you, his lips glistening in your essence as he glared at you.
"No touching," he mumbled, making you nod before letting go off him to grip the sheets underneath you.
Just as you felt your release was close, Seungcheol pulled his fingers out of you, before crawling over your body as he licked his fingers clean.
You whined as you clenched around nothing, feeling empty without his fingers.
"Don't worry baby, you'll have something in your pussy in no time," one of his hands came up to circle around your throat, while the other stayed firm against your hip.
"Now I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you, and your going to listen alright?"
You nodded your head, as Seungcheol's grip on your throat tightened.
"Words, love," he warned.
"Y-Yes....daddy," you half moaned when you felt his lips graze your hardened nipple.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, tire you out so much to the point where you'll be begging me to stop...'cause that's what dirty whores like you want right? Well I'll gladly give it to you," he growled, flipping you over suddenly so you were laying on your back, your ass in the air.
"D-Don't be r-rough," you stuttered out, a shiver running down your spine when you felt the tip of his cock slowly circle your tight rim.
"You really thought I was going to go soft on you after that little stunt?" He asked, groping your ass as he spat in his other hand, rubbing it all over his cock as extra lubricant. He pushed his tip into you without warning, making you cry out for more.
"I see my little sluts getting impatient, hm?" He mused from behind you, before he landed a hit on your right cheek, making you hang your head down, moaning loudly.
"Seungcheol please," You groaned, as you tried to push yourself back on his cock, but he was quick to grip your hips, stopping your movements.
"Your not going to get it that easy...beg for it, slut," he spat, another smack landing on your ass.
"Daddy please.....I want you so bad," you whined, swaying your hips a little.
"Why should I give you what you want when all you've been doing tonight is disobeying me?"
"I-I'll be good, I p-promise...ch-cheol, please," you moaned out, as you felt your arousal drip down your thighs and onto the sheets
"You really are such a needy whore, you know that? You flirt with other guys, pretend like I can't see what your doing....and now your shamelessly begging me to fuck you?"
"N-No...all I want is y-you," you stuttered out, all shame leaving your mind, as the only thing that was running through your mind was Seungcheol fucking you.
He growled lowly before pushing into you completely, filling your ass to the brim.
"Fuck....d-daddy you feel so good," you moaned out, as your hands that were keeping you up finally gave out, as your face landed on the pillow.
"Such a whore...get up and look at me."
You did as he said, getting back up on your shaking arms before turning back to look at him. His jaw was clenched down, and the look he had in his eyes was enough to show you how much of a deep hole you were in.
"Tell me...could Jun or any other guy fuck you like this?" He growled, as he pulled out of you before slamming back into you with force.
You broke eye contact with him, as you hit the pillow below you once again from the impact.
"Answer me, or I'll stop," he warned, making you whine.
"N-No, cheol....n-no o-one c-could," you somehow made out, even with you mind all over the place, the only thng you could focus on being Seungcheol.
"Yeah thats right, no one could use you like I fucking do," he spat, smacking your ass harshly, making you choke on your moans.
His movements went rougher, as you felt the tears of pleasure blur your sight. "Ch-cheol, go s-slower."
You felt his hand wrap around your throat, before he pulled you up roughly, your back hitting his chest as your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the angle his cock was hitting you.
"Your in no position to be telling me what to do, so I suggest you just take what I give you, I'm pissed off as it is," he growled in your ear, before his lips found your neck, biting down on your sensitive skin.
A scream left your throat as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, feeling your release was close.
"Cum only when I tell you to," he whispered in your ear, before placing kisses on your cheek, which shocked you at his sudden softness.
"All mine, your entire body belongs to me...right babygirl?" He asked sweetly, snapping his hips harshly as you heard him grunt into your ear.
"Y-Yes...sh-shit cheol you feel so g-good," you cried out, the tears rolling down your face as you shook uncontrollably.
"I can feel you clenching, don't you dare cum," he warned, as his grip tightened on your throat, making you a little dizzy.
Tons of moans slipped from your lips, as you threw your head back onto Seungcheol's chest, screaming out his name.
Seungcheol's free hand went down your stomach, before his fingers slipped through your wet folds.
You let out a guttural moan, shaking your head as Seungcheol pressed hard circles into your clit.
"I-I need....to..c-cum plea-"
"Not yet, this is your punishment for not behaving properly...so if you want to make it worse for you, by all means...cum all you want like the slut you are," he seethed, before his lips went back to sucking dark purple and red marks into your neck.
"Cheol please!" You screamed, and without any other warning you felt yourself fall over the edge, the pleasure washing over you in waves as you moaned loudly, your body shaking.
Seungcheol growled angrily, pulling his fingers away from your clit before pushing you down on the bed harshly.
"Now your really pissing me off," he spat, pulling out of you as you sighed in content, letting your eyes close as you relaxed on the mattress.
He flipped you around, his fingers running down your entrance.
"Didn't I tell you not to cum yet?" He asked, eyes flaring at you.
You looked at him lazily. "I c-couldn't take it...I'm s-sorry."
"A sorry isn't going to fix this baby," he smiled at you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards him.
"Since my little whore can't seem to do as she's told, I'm willing to let you go on this one..."
"W-What?" You stuttered out.
"Since you want to cum so badly, let's see how much you can until you can't take it anymore," he smiled devilishly, as you felt the tip of his cock rub your folds.
A quiet moan left your lips, as you snaked your arms around Seungcheol's neck.
"Your not allowed to touch me, hands above your head," he spat, making you whine.
"Why baby...you love it when I touch you don't you?" You asked with a pout, your fingers raking down his arms.
"You don't deserve to touch me," he shot, grabbing your wrists and placing them above your head.
"Keep them there."
You nodded your head slowly, licking your lips as Seungcheol's eyes travelled to yours, before trailing down to your lips.
He wanted to kiss you, so badly, but he wasn't going to give in to you. Just the thought of Jun touching you was enough to have his blood boiling and all self control leaving him.
"Gonna fuck you so good, you'll think of this everytime you do so much as think of touching another man," he growled in your ear, before he slammed up into you roughly.
You groaned from the stretch, your walls sucking in his cock slowly as he moaned from above you.
"Shit fuck your still so tight," he hoarsed out, his lips finding your right nipple, before he had it between his teeth.
You felt him fill you to the brim, balls deep as you moaned into his ear from the feeling of being so full.
"Your hands are staying there, remember," he warned, making you nod as he completely pulled out, before pushing back into you.
Your fingers curled into fists as you moaned over and over again, Seungcheol's pace going faster by the seconds passing.
His lips bit into the sensitive flesh just under your collarbones, making you scream.
"Cheol what the fuck that hurt you idiot!" You angrily said, pushing his face away. Seungcheol was quick at becoming very aggressive when you guys normally had sex, especially if he was stressed or in a bad mood...or very pissed off at something you did like right now.
One of his hands left your hip to tangle in your hair, as he pulled on it, ignoring your angry eyes as he bit his lip, snapping his hips up into you.
You shook furiously, your orgasm quickly approaching as you threw your head back, tons of moans escaping your mouth.
"You enjoy being fucked like this doll? You love it when I use you like this don't you?" He asked, his mouth parting as you heard the ragged breaths that left his lips as he didn't slow his pace down. You nodded furiously, moaning out his name as you felt your release was close.
"Words."
"Y-Yes...yes I-I do, I l-love it!" You whimpered, your mind going blank as you could only focus on Seungcheol abusing your walls, and the sinful sounds leaving his mouth.
"Sh-shit cheol...y-you need to s-slow d-down," you somehow made out, as you felt him twitch inside you.
Seungcheol moaned into your ear, his hand in your hair loosening as he gripped your hips instead, his fingernails digging into your skin.
He ignored your words, his mouth sucking colorful marks into your neck as you cried out his name.
"Gonna fill you full of my cum, until it has no choice but to drip out of you...and then I'm  gonna fuck it back into you," he whispered darkly, another heavenly groan leaving his lips.
"That should teach a whore like you to remember who she belongs to," he added, looking at you right in the eye.
His eyes were a few shades darker than usual, the lust and hunger evident in them as he bit his lips.
"Open your mouth."
You did as you were told, staying quiet as he pushed in three of his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them happily, rolling your tongue around each digit before he was pulling them out.
"God your so hot," he muttered, bringing his coated fingers to your clit, before he started rubbing you roughly.
A garbled moan left your mouth as you came all over his cock, shaking in pure ecstasy while he rode out your orgasm.
He came soon after with a few more thrusts, his hot liquid filling you up as you shuddered from the warmth, closing your tired eyes.
You thought he was done when he started shifting and pulled out of you, but you were too tired to open your heavy eyelids to see. He placed one of your thighs over his shoulder, making your eyes shoot up.
"W-Wait what are you doing?"
"Who ever said I was done with you princess?" He asked, kissing your thigh before he was pushing into you once again.
"N-not more ch-cheol...I-I can't," you breathlessly moaned, the new angle making your insides tingle as you eyes rolled to the back of your head.
He snapped his hips, pounding into you deeply as he let out grunts and moans every now and then.
"Of course you can take more, that's what my slut is used for right? Taking what daddy gives her like a good girl."
"Please Seungcheol...n-no," your head started spinning as you lost all clear mind on what was happening, the pleasure being too much to handle.
"You love cumming like a little desperate slut without my permission, right? So come on, keep cumming, I'm not going to stop anytime soon."
Your eyes widened, was he serious?
The anger in his eyes was enough to give you the answer, he was genuinely still mad and you knew you had to make up for it.
"Ch-cheol...I'm s-sorry...s-so sorry I won't d-do that e-ever a-..again," you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the pleasure shake through your body as you came once again.
"Told you I'd make you beg.." He trailed off with a chuckle, as his fingers thread through you hair.
"Tell me...who do you belong to slut?"
"Y-You....y-you Seungcheol!" You screamed, tears spilling from your eyes.
"That's right...your all for me, and me alone...am I understood?" He growled, making you nod your head feverishly.
"Yes...y-yes, yes," you mumbled, your thighs shaking violently as Seungcheol fucked you through your orgasm, the oversensitivity causing you to cry out for him to stop.
"I-It h-hurts stop!" You sobbed out, looking up at him through bleary eyes. His eyes bore back into yours with nothing but lust, as he continued his pace without any mercy on you.
The pleasure mixed with slight pain at his rough movements, leaving you breathless, unable to move, and shocked that he still had so much stamina to keep going.
you really had hit the wrong nerve tonight, one you don't think you'll ever risk touching ever again.
He placed your thigh back on the mattress, before his fingers went down to your aching pussy, before he started rubbing tight circles into your clit, abusing the already swollen nub. A sudden wave of sensitivity hit you, as you came once again, throwing your head back as you whimpered.
His lips leaned down to lick and suck at your neck, making sure to paint as many marks as he could so you wouldn't be able to cover it the next morning.
"Think of this, think of this very moment every time you decide to get under my skin," he growled in your ear, before he moaned lowly, ropes of his cum filling you up once again.
He pulled out completely, a sigh leaving your lips as you looked down at him, as he watched his cum mixed with your own leak out of your hole, as you clenched around nothing.
"You look so pretty stuffed with my cum princess...makes me feel like fucking you like this all night," he moaned, swiping his thumb up and down your entrance, loving the way you squirmed under his touch and how more of his cum only oozed out, dripping onto the sheets.
He bought his fingers to your mouth, forcing them in as you sucked them clean of his cum.
"Want more?" He asked, bringing his fingers back down to your entrance, pushing them into you and collecting more of his liquid.
You nodded your head, knowing you would only anger him if you didn't accept it.
"Now that's my good girl...you always need me fucking the right senses into you, don't you? Because now your being so perfect...just how I like it," he nuzzled his nose into your neck, as you sucked on his fingers.
He entered you again, making you look at him in shock as he took his fingers out of your mouth.
"N-No....not again," your voice broke as Seungcheol kissed your cheek lovingly.
"Just one more princess...one more and thats it I promise."
He connected his lips to yours as he started moving his hips, his fingers going down to play with your clit. He pinched the nub between his fingers, as you felt yourself get lost in pleasure once again.
The next morning you woke up early, even though you had slept pretty late- well more like passed out.
Even in your shaken and aching state last night, you remembered Seungcheol carrying you into his bathroom and running you a warm bath as he joined you. He had whispered sweet nothings into your ear, apologising over and over again if he had been too rough on you as he cleaned you up.
After a long bath, he tucked you into bed before snuggling with you.
You smiled at the memory, as you finished tying your hair up. You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes falling on a still sleeping cheol, his fluffy hair all over his face and his mouth slightly agape, soft breaths falling from his full lips.
Giggling quietly, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table before walking out of his room slowly.
The morning light shone through the windows into the dorm room, as you limped into the kitchen, you needed something hot, preferably tea to ease your aching muscles.
"Good morning," you heard Jun's voice, breaking the silence around the dorm.
"Morning," you said back, turning to look at him as you placed your tea bag in the cup of hot water.
"Your up early," he mumbled, yawning loudly as he stretched, making you giggle.
"Yeah...I got hungry...you want some tea?" You asked, pointing to your cup, making him shake his head.
"Nah it's okay, I just want some milk," he replied, walking to the fridge.
"Morning baby," you heard from behind you, making you jump a little.
You turned around, smiling once your eyes laid on Seungcheol's warm ones. Although you were a bit anxious to be near him especially when Jun was there, you still hugged him, before pecking his lips.
"Morning," you whispered, letting go of him as you turned back around to finish your tea.
"Good Morning Jun," Seungcheol said before wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.
You winced as his arms pressed into your aching skin, but you tried to ignore it.
"Morning hyung....slept well?" He asked, winking at Seungcheol before pouring himself a glass of milk.
"Very well, how about you?" He replied, kissing your neck shamelessly in front of him, making you squirm in his touch, your cheeks heating up.
"Yeah pretty good..." He trailed off, throwing a sly smirk at the both of you before putting his empty glass in the sink.
"Well I'm off to get some groceries, before the others come home to kill me...it's my turn for this week," Jun said, making you laugh.
"Wanna come?" He asked you, tilting his head a little.
You were about to reply yes but Seungcheol bet you to it.
"I'm taking her out somewhere so sorry, she can't come," he said, making Jun shrug.
"Okay, have fun guys..and Y/N...maybe wear something else," he added, before walking towards the door.
You looked down at Seungcheol's hoodie that you were wearing, your eyes growing bigger when you realised it failed to cover all the marks on your neck.
Seungcheol chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh as it tickled you softly.
"Hey cheol...were you serious about going out?" You asked, as you felt him place kisses all over your neck.
"Yeah I was...I have a place in mind, your going to love it," he said, before kissing your cheek.
"Alright, but first can we go to my apartment so I can get some decent clothes?" You asked, making Seungcheol chuckle, his dimples on full display.
"Yeah your right let's go."
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r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)
hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!
Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)
Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?
For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.
You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.
Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when heâd catch you editing the photos you took heâd sit himself right next to you and ask if youâd show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when heâd seek you out if he couldnât sleep. You surely werenât complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake youâd just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.
You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasnât a lie, to have such amazing fans.
All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jakeâs name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.
What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.
During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of âHighway Tuneâ whilst flirting with you.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.
âGod fucking dammit, Iâm in deepâ you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.
âOh sorry! Great job out there tonight!â you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.
âThanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?â
âNo, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of youâ
âAre you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!â he teased you.
âI just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans yâknowâ you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.
âHey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once weâre done cleaning up. You wanna join?â
âThanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, Iâd prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city weâre going to tomorrow.â
âTotally understandable, well Iâll catch you later!â
âYeah for sure!â you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.
After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.
Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.
You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.
It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jakeâs figure standing there.
âJacob! Whatâs up? I thought you were going to the bar?â you said as you opened the door to let him in.
âThat show wore me outâ
âYeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually doâ you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.
âSeems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.â
âWell youâre always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.â
âWow youâre a pretty big nerd arenât you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like youâre constantly working.â
âWell itâs not that hard when you love your jobâ you tell him.
âI guess that's true, can I see what youâre working on?â
âYeah of courseâ you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.
âDamn thatâs fucking awesomeâ he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. Itâs the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.
âI know! Thanks for being such a good modelâ you tell him with a small laugh.
âThe guys and management are really impressed with your work. Weâve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.â
âAre you for real?!â you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.
âYeah, donât tell anyone though, I donât want to get my ass beat for it.â
âOh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!â you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.
You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jakeâs voice.
âI wish you wouldâ
âHuhâ you stop for a second before turning to face him.
âListen y/n, I think youâre really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesnât have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -â
Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.
âGod Iâm glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tensionâ you grin at him.
âWell all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if Iâm not too great at hiding itâ he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.
You move yourself so that youâre straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.
âWow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happenâ he teases you.
âShut up and fuck me Kiszkaâ you say before he flips you so youâre now beneath him. Â
His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.
âCan this come off?â he breathed into your mouth.
âYes pleaseâ you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.
âHey donât be shy, youâre gorgeousâ he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.
Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.
âJake you really donât have toâ
âOh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.
âGod youâre so fucking sexyâ he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.
âFuck, Jake, I need moreâ you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.
âDonât worry baby girl, Iâve got youâ
Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.
âGoddamn babe youâre tightâ he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often heâd curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.
âJake you need to stop or else Iâm gonna cumâ you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.
âThatâs okayâ he reassures you.
âNo, when I cum I want it to be around youâ you say.
âFucking hell y/nâ he groans out in a raspy voice.
You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.
âFuck fuck fuck Jake, youâre really fucking bigâ you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.
âJust do what you can babyâ he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.
You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.
After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.
âWill you fuck me from behind?â you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.
âIâd be honoredâ Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.
He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.
âReady?â he asks.
You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.
âOh my fucking god Jakeâ you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didnât even know was there.
âOh god youâre doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.â he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.
It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.
âJake Iâm almost there, please fasterâ
âMe too baby, me tooâ he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.
All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. Itâs enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once youâve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.
âThat was way better than I imaginedâ he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.
âOh so youâve thought about this before? That's embarrassingâ you say in a sarcastic tone.
âHey Iâm sure you arenât so innocent yourselfâ he says smiling down at you.
âWe should probably get dressed, Iâm sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.â you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.
âYouâre probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometimeâ he says, cheeks going red.
âHmm...Iâll see if I can fit you into my scheduleâ you respond, giving him a quick wink.
These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didnât want to miss a second.
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| lost in translation |
⸠summary: jeonghan asks you to translate some of his fansâ comments, but you hadnât expected them to be so... dirty.Â
⸠genre: pwpÂ
⸠pairing: idol!jeonghan x english-speaking friend!reader
⸠warning: dirty talk, oral sex (m. and fem. receiving), face fucking, deep throating, cum swallowing <333, **the italicized comments are in english**Â
⸠w.c: 2.6k
⸠authorâs note: hi iâm alive!! iâm so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long, but i kinda just lost my mojo for a little bit đ but worry not- i have experienced a reawakening and i am now more of a whore than ever so hopefully i can get back to posting more. i have a lot i have planned out, but i wanted to get a quick fic out to yâall as a BIG THANK YOU bc i reached so many milestones while i was gone 𼺠đĽ°Â đ i love you guys and iâm really glad ppl are reading my fics haha
this fic is based on the infamous jeonghan gym video, yâall know the one (thank you to @haechanblrâ for reminding me of it and helping me with this fic i love u so much!!). i was actually in the middle of writing this when hoshi decided to post his own gym video and PHEW. JEEZ. IâM STILL RECOVERING. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this one bc i really enjoyed writing it đ đÂ
[ foreversvt ] commented: I AM ON MY KNEESÂ
[ yoon1004 ] commented: is it jeonghanâs birthday or is it mine
[ happy bday angel! ] commented: YOON JEONGHAN ????
[ twinkluvr69 ] commented: grrr wanna slurp those noodle arms like spaghettiÂ
You continue scrolling through the comments left underneath the video, trying to keep your face composed as you come across more and more explicit reactions from fans all over the world. Seokmin had uploaded the video to Weverse as an innocent birthday prank for Jeonghan, but he probably had not anticipated just how horny their fans could get over a seemingly harmless video of Jeonghan doing some leg presses. To be fair to the fans though, you yourself had watched the clip several times and you would be lying if you didnât say you were⌠affected.Â
âWell? What are they saying?â Jeonghan leans over to watch you scroll, and you are acutely aware of the warmth of his arm pressing against yours. The two of you are sitting on the floor of your living room with your backs resting against your couch, hanging out after a small birthday dinner with some of his other friends. As one of Jeonghanâs english-speaking friends, he had asked you to help him translate some of his birthday wishes before his day ended, though youâre not sure how to tell him that his fans are not exactly sending in wholesome professions of love.Â
Instead, you decide to try giving him some tamer versions in the hopes of satisfying him before you get to anything too blunt. âThis user says you have noodle arms, but I think they like it so itâs okay.âÂ
âHey! Iâve been trying my best to get thicker, but not all of us can be born beefed up like Seungcheol.âÂ
âYou asked me what they said!â you laugh. âMost of these are just birthday messages anyway-- Iâm sure you donât need me to translate âHappy birthday, I love you!â a thousand times.âÂ
âYeah, obviously I understand the more common phrases, but thereâs so many that I donât understand today for some reason!â Jeonghan huffs, then points to a comment that you had purposefully hid under your thumb. âLike okay, whatâs that one say?âÂ
[ seungcheolswife ] commented: wow the way this video made my pussy clench,,,,Â
âUh,â you start, already feeling your ears go warm. Should you just lie? Itâs not like he would be able to tell, right? You and Jeonghan are close, but not so close that you can just say these things to him. Especially when this comment may be hitting a little too close to home for you. Even now, you remember the bolt of arousal that shot to your pussy the moment you heard Jeonghanâs first grunt of effort. You bite your lip. No, Jeonghan really didnât need to know about that. âI-it says something like âyou made their heart flutterâ.â
âWait.â Jeonghan takes a moment to scan your face before his eyes narrow at you suspiciously. You give him your best innocent smile, but you already know heâs caught you. You had always been a shitty liar. âWhat does it really say? Is it bad?â
You sigh. Of course he hadnât bought it. âNo, itâs not bad. I just donât know if you want to hear stuff like thisâŚâÂ
âWell now I have to know. Tell me exactly what it says.âÂ
âE-exactly?â You meet Jeonghanâs stern gaze and you know that thereâs no convincing him otherwise. What Jeonghan wants, Jeonghan gets. âI-it says that the video made their p-pussy clench.â
After several beats of silence, you look over to Jeonghan to see he is completely unaffected by the comment. Or maybe he is. His eyes glint mischievously in the light when he responds. âI said exactly, baby. Try again.âÂ
Your whole body feels hot under his smug, expectant gaze; you should be surprised by the sudden pet name, but it only makes your mind fuzzy with the beginnings of arousal. You swallow thickly, unable to disobey him. âT-this video made m-my pussy clench.âÂ
âSo naughty⌠Just this short clip has your cute little pussy all needy,â Jeonghan clicks his tongue, but a knowing grin spreads on his lips. His words have you shifting in your seat in an attempt to relieve the dull ache setting in between your legs, though you donât dare let it on. Itâs clear Jeonghan is playing a game with you, and although you know youâre going to lose, youâll be damned if you let him win so easily. âLetâs read some more, hm? Translate this one for me.â
[ daddy_hannie ] commented: omg i bet jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when heâs fuckingÂ
The comment he scrolls to nearly makes you whimper. Itâs embarrassing how clearly you can recall the sound of each of his low groans coming through the screen, how sexy he sounded. Images of Jeonghan on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed as he grits out desperate groans of pleasure, leave you in a daze while your panties quickly dampen with your arousal.Â
âGo on.â Jeonghanâs firm tone only makes you squirm more, and this time he takes note of the way your breathing has gone shallow and how your eyes are already hazy.Â
âI bet Jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when heâs fucking,â you say softly.Â
Jeonghan chuckles, his breath tickling against your neck. âNow youâre just making me blush, sweetheart. I bet youâd make some pretty noises when Iâm fucking into you too,â he muses casually. You finally let out a soft whine, tired of holding your breath as he moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.Â
âJ-jeonghanâŚâÂ
âHm, I think we should read a couple more,â the boy says, ignoring you and scrolling through more of the comments. You pout - your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your cunt just aching for his attention, but of course Jeonghan isnât done teasing you.Â
Youâre wondering how long it will take for him to finally push your back to the floor and fuck you senseless when you spot a comment that might help you get you what you want quicker. âI want to read this one,â you tell him, already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.Â
[ ~hanniehae!~ ] commented: god i KNOW your dick is big like PLEASE I WANNA SUCK UR DICK SO BAD
He raises an amused eyebrow at you, and you wait for him to stop you, biting back a smile when he doesnât. You make sure to look him in the eyes when you say it, his own dark eyes telling you that heâs impatient for you too, and you nearly let it out in a whine from how much you mean it. âPlease Jeonghan⌠I want to suck your dick so bad.âÂ
For a sliver of a moment, Jeonghan goes rigid. Then, his smug smile returns as he brings up a thumb to tug on your bottom lip. âMmm, such a pretty mouth saying such filthy words,â he sighs, shaking his head. âIf you wanted to put it to good use, all you had to do was ask, baby.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckles at how eagerly you follow him as he moves to sit on the couch behind you, keeping his hold on your chin so that you keep your eyes on his. He has you kneel between his legs and you donât waste any time in reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans.Â
The man helps you tug his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock springing back against his stomach. Of course itâs pretty just like the rest of him. âYouâve been teasing me all this time, but youâre already this hard?â you whisper tauntingly as you lean forward to ghost your lips over the base of his shaft.Â
Jeonghanâs shaky exhale does not go unnoticed by you, but his response comes out smooth as ever. âCould you blame me? You just looked so cute getting all worked up from saying all those dirty things about me. I bet your little panties are soaked through by now-- guh!â He lets out a surprised groan when you suddenly flatten your tongue against him, letting it drag slowly up to his tip.Â
âYou talk too much.â You look up at him with a smile before you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Teasingly, you swirl your tongue against his slit until you feel his hand thread through your hair, as though heâs begging you for more. You decide to be nice, lowering your mouth further down his cock, letting him feel the slide of your wet tongue on his sensitive skin.Â
A soft sigh leaves his lips at the sensation, pleasantly carding his fingers through your hair as you take as much of him as you can. âThatâs it. Good girl.â
His praise has you clenching around nothing, and you whine as you steadily begin to bob your head along his hard cock, reveling in how he would let out small whimpers whenever you would lightly suckle on it.Â
Just as he gets used to the feeling of your mouth on him, you suddenly take him as deep as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks tightly around his cock. âOh, f-fuck!â Jeonghan lets out a strangled moan, his hips lifting from the couch to fuck further into your mouth.Â
You feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, but it only spurs you on even more as you swallow around him, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy. At this point, a dull ache starts setting in your jaw and drool begins to messily slip from the corners of your mouth as you return to sucking him at a more steady pace, and you feel your pussy throb from how dirty it all felt. Though you and Jeonghan did flirt occasionally, he had always felt off-limits to you-- heâs an idol and youâre just one of his normal-person friends. But here you are with his cock in your mouth, all thanks to the horny thoughts of his fans no less.Â
To their credit, they were right. Jeonghan does make the hottest sounds while fucking. He lets out another throaty groan from above you and, unexpectedly, he pulls you off his cock. His pupils are blown wide with desire, his chest heaving slightly as he looks at the state youâre in with your swollen lips and the drool on your chin. âCan I fuck your mouth?â he asks breathlessly.Â
âYes please,â you reply, voice already a little hoarse from your efforts. You shift back on your knees to make room for Jeonghan when he stands, opening your mouth obediently when he moves to slide his cock back onto your tongue. Jeonghan tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still as he starts to fuck into your mouth with quick, shallow thrusts. âMmh!â
âFuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,â Jeonghan sighs appreciatively. You bring your hands up to grip at the backs of his thighs to keep yourself steady when his thrusts become a little more erratic, causing you to gag around him as his cock continues to hit the back of your throat. Still, all your focus remains on hearing more of Jeonghanâs pleasured groans, on seeing his face scrunch up in absolute bliss, so you keep your mouth open wide despite the tears that prick at your eyes. When Jeonghan looks down at you taking his cock, eyes glazed over and fucked out, he curses loudly. âShit-- can I come in your mouth?âÂ
Unable to speak with your mouth stuffed full, you cutely give him a thumbs up. Jeonghan would have laughed if he wasnât so close to cumming. With several more thrusts, he cries out a strained warning before his hot release fills your mouth. He rides out his orgasm, twitching in your hold as his pleasure bleeds into oversensitivity. Once heâs pulled out, you make sure to stick your tongue out so he can see how his cum coats your tongue right before you swallow it all down; all he can do is smile thinking about how he really should have fucked you sooner.Â
âSo good for me,â Jeonghan says to you softly, helping you up to your feet so that he can pull you into a heated kiss full of tongue and whimpers. You desperately grip onto Jeoghanâs shirt, pressing your body against him in search for some sort of relief for the arousal that is pumping through you and straight to your neglected pussy. He canât help but smile against your lips. âDonât worry, baby, Iâll take care of you now.âÂ
You let him lead you to sit on the couch-- this time you are the one sitting on the edge of the cushions with Jeonghanâs head between your legs. He slides a hand over your clothed core, humming when he finds that you really have soaked straight through your panties. Just as you begin to squirm underneath his teasing fingers, he strips you of both your leggings and underwear in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him.Â
The sight of him pushing your legs apart is enough to leave you in a daze. Your breath catches when you feel cool air brushing against your inner thighs, slick with your wetness, then it all comes out in a whine when you feel Jeonghanâs velvet tongue swipes at the spot for a taste. âO-oh!â a cry slips from your lips once his tongue finally slides through your folds. âMmh!âÂ
âDoes it feel good?â Jeonghan whispers, not bothering to wait for a proper answer because your broken moans tell him to keep going. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, eating you out slowly and deliberately as though he is savoring his favorite meal.
The room is filled with your soft whimpers and the lewd sounds of Jeonghanâs mouth working against your pussy and it only tightens the pressure in your stomach, causing your toes to curl. âP-please-- please let me cum,â you rasp out, and your eyes roll to the back, your hand clutching tightly at the back of Jeonghanâs head, at the feeling of his tongue flattening against your clit. âNgh! Y-yes!âÂ
He skillfully flicks his tongue on your bud, shaking his head back and forth until his chin is absolutely covered in your juices. When your hips begin to move of their own accord, he lets you ride his face as you please, his cock twitching at how desperate you are for him. âS-so good,â you sob, only able to mutter unintelligible nonsense in your delirium. Then, he wraps his mouth around your clit, and youâre left squealing as your legs begin to shake from how obscenely good it feels. âShit, I-- Iâm--!âÂ
You come undone with a loud cry of Jeonghanâs name, your body going rigid from how hard your orgasm hits you. Jeonghan takes it all, his eyes closed as he works you through your release, only letting up when you slump away from him.
The both of you finally look at each other properly in the aftermath, chests heaving and hair wild. Suddenly youâre both erupting in giggles at the realization of what you two had just done. âWhat are you looking at?â Jeonghan asks, eyes bright as he smiles handsomely up at you.Â
You reach down to swipe your thumb against his chin, which is still shining with your cum, barely able to contain your giggles. âWhoâs got the dirty mouth now?â
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