#running an ask blog on a female character that's not even that apart of the main story is like isolating yourself because nobody really int
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Hi! Just found your blog and i love it
If you're taking requests I'd love some best friends to lovers smut with Eddie
Maybe he figures out you have a crush on him and he feels the same way. Whatever you think is best, i'm sure it would turn out amazing
- @eddiesprincess86
So uh, I went a little crazy and wrote my longest oneshot ever at 5.8k words, I hope you dont mind! I finished this at 3am but I really wanted to get this to you asap and be something you might enjoy! I hope you like! Thanks so much for your kind words as well!!! <;3 @eddiesprincess86
"Friends" | Eddie Munson x female!Reader Smut
First gif, second pic
TW/CW: jealous reader, very brief mention of cheating (not by Eddie or Reader), vaping, marijuana & cigarette references, alcohol, cream pie, slight praise kink?
Pet names: baby, darling, sweetheart (this fic uses y/n)
This fic contains 18+ EXPLICIT material, minors DNI! All characters in this fic are 18+
Friends. We’re friends. The concept of a friend was never meant to be a bad one, so why did it feel like poison in your brain the moment the words thrummed into your ear drums?
That was what you were, after all.
Friends who spent nearly every day together. Hell, best friends even.
“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s eyes were large and brown, it was rare to see him with a serious expression so you felt thrown off guard.
The matter is you were in love. With him. And didn’t want to admit it to yourself.
You think back to when you both were little. His hair was short and buzzed, he was covered in dirt and his jeans had bright green grass stains. He’d smile brightly at you, asking if you wanted to play after school. Even then you knew people considered him a freak. But you didn’t care, you had fun with Eddie and that’s what mattered.
Your mother on the other hand, always kept you neat and tidy, scolding when you’d track any dirt or stain your precious clothes.
“You were with that Munson boy again weren't you?” She’d scowl while running a bath “that boy's trouble.”
When you got older you figured it had something to do with his parentage, or where he had lived in a trailer park and you a house with the white picket fence.
But as you grew into a teenager, your parents realised they were better off letting you be friends with who you wanted. You’d just rebel against them anyways if they told you not to. They also figured it’d be better to monitor you both by letting him hang out at your place, so you wouldn’t be “up to no good.” In doing so they realised what a kind person he was, offering to do the dishes, helping your family move houses a few streets down, bringing you Gatorade when you’re sick and watching the house while you went on dreaded family vacations. Eventually the sight of Eddie at your house was normal, expected even.
One night, he helped you home when you embarrassingly had too much to drink. You didn’t think your parents found out, as the quiet house creaked while he tucked you into bed with a glass of water and escaped through the window. But ever since then your mom warmed up to him a little more.
“You can tell Eddie we’re having tacos tonight, I know they’re his favourite,” your mom beamed from the kitchen one evening.
Now things were different. You lived in your own small apartment, he in his. His hair was longer, his body and yours were covered in tattoos.
Now he was staring at you expecting a reply, eye bags drooping in a tired, charming way. But he still played guitar, he still wore ripped jeans, still snuck away with you to drink and get high, still got mad at you when you were close to having too much to drink. The same yet different.
Something had to explain or account for a newfound feeling in your chest when he introduced you to the girls at the hideout.
When he got off the stage, his chest was still heavily moving up and down and sweat dripped from his hair and forehead. The sight made you unable to sit still, you pretended to not know why.
They were his friends, yet the blond girl seemed to bat her eyelashes at Eddie as she sat at the bar. The purple and pink haired girl didn’t need to, her low cut top and skirt with fishnets spoke for her that night.
Jealousy dissolved to anger which dissolved to sadness. You hated that you started to despise these girls you hadn't even known for more than 5 minutes. For doing a normal thing, shooting their shot with a guy that was single.
Yet it still stung when he said the words “Hey, this is y/n, my friend.”
For the first time in your friendship you were jealous.
“Nice to meet you,” you said, not caring to listen to their names.
Eddie didn’t seem to notice they were flirting with him, yet the jealousy still appeared, taunting you. One of Eddie’s other band members interrupted their quiet small talk, something about equipment needing attention.
You looked down the bar noticing Gareth sitting there. You moved to sit on the stool next to him, sighing as you lean your arms onto the wooden counter.
You were the same age and last year celebrated your 21st birthday. Now of legal drinking age, you often shared drinks at Corroded Coffin shows to support Eddie every Tuesday. It became a ritual of sorts, and you grew pretty close that way.
Eddie met him in highschool, at a dnd club. You never really knew him that well until after graduation. Lost sheep, Eddie had called him. You’ve never felt any feelings for Gareth, especially jealousy. Was that what this was for Eddie, a stupid little crush?
You sighed, folding your arms as you tapped your fingers against yourself anxiously. Gareth eyed you out of the corner of his vision curiously. You ordered a rum and coke, something that had a nostalgia about it for you.
“Good show tonight huh?” He spoke before taking a long sip of his beer.
The bartender brought you your glass and you drank eagerly, it had more soda than you wanted tonight.
“Uh huh,” you looked over to Eddie who was talking to the girls, hands in his pockets.
Gareth followed your eyes as he tapped his finger along the handle of his mug.
“Who are they?” He asked.
“Huh?” You turned back to him and he nodded towards where you were looking.
Embarrassed you looked down at your cup “some girls from out of town. Ones a singer.”
He nodded silently, shifting his position on the stool. What you didn’t see was Eddie looking back at you as you stared down, glancing concerned between you and Gareth. Eddie gave him a look of apprehension to which he shrugged at.
You take another sip of your drink, enjoying the hot sensation in your stomach. It was so stupid. Eddie’s hooked up with girls before, though you both wanted to know little to nothing about each other's love life it never bothered you before. Now, he wasn’t even sleeping with someone, as far as you knew, but it still bugged you. The thought of him sleeping with them made you want to vomit.
“You should tell him,” Gareth broke your thoughts, you wondered for a moment if he could read minds.
You were moments away from choking on your drink, thankfully he didn’t notice “tell him what?” Your voice had a small croak to it.
Gareth sighed, sitting straight up. He wore his old red plaid jacket he had since high school, it had tears and patches sewn over.
“You know what,” he gave you an irritated look.
You scowl at him before downing your drink. The ice clinked the bottom of the glass as you placed it down on the counter.
“I’m not stupid, but Eddie is. He couldn’t notice a crush if it slapped him in the face.” Gareth looked at you sympathetically but you couldn't handle it anymore.
You sigh standing up, grabbing your soft warm jacket. Eddie catches your gaze as you stand, turning to leave the bar. He waves you, you wave back but still head to the door. He hurries up to you, catching you just before you leave.
“Hey,” he said, “you’re going home already?” His eyes darted between yours, a tinge of sadness coated them. You felt bad but it pained you to be here, of the reactions that you had that you weren’t proud of.
“Yeah, it’s getting late so I should head home.” You smile at him weakly, he doesn’t return the sentiment, just a look of concern.
“Are we still on for tomorrow…?” He asked, sounding hopeful with bright doe like eyes.
“Yeah,” it was all you could think of to say, your heart ached.
He let you leave in silence. You zipped up your jacket, bundling against the cold spring night. You take your vape out of your pocket, warming it with cold fingers. You watched the smoke disperse into the air as it evaporated.
Arriving home you change into your pyjamas crawling into bed, wondering how you’ll be able to make it through tomorrow. When did things change? What changed?
The last month you supposed, spending the dark months of the beginning of the year together watching shows like The Last of Us and playing Valorant. You loved him, you always had since you were little. He stuck up for you, and frankly people were scared of him so they stayed off your back. In return you always stuck up for him when people called him a freak or whatnot.
He brought you ice cream when your first love broke your heart. You brought him weed and beer when his girlfriend cheated on him. But your love for him never felt like this before, a bittersweet taste on the back of your tongue.
You’re not sure when your buzzing thoughts turned to sleep but at some point they did, as you woke to the sound of a text message in the morning. It was Gareth.
“Did you do it yet?” He texted.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied.
“:(“
“Sorry. Hanging out with Eddie tonight. I'll call you tomorrow.” You lock your phone screen feeling a little guilty. You went about your day to day routine until 7pm rolled around, unsure of what else to do.
You had popcorn, snacks, and beer in the fridge. The tv was ready, if you were to watch something, and your Nintendo switch was ready if that was the choice, or your gaming laptop.
Your foot was bouncing in anxiety, trying to get some nervous energy out when the doorbell rang in your ears. You get up, rather too quickly, making your way to the door. Opening it you’re greeted with shaggy, wavy dark hair. He held a bottle of wine and your favourite candy.
“What’s the occasion?” You asked, opening the door wider and stepping back.
“No occasion,” he admitted stepping inside, “just your favourite.”
Your stomach churned wondering if he could tell you were upset last night and was trying to make up for it. He made no indication he was doing so, strolling into your apartment as usual. He got two wine glasses out knowing exactly where you kept them. He poured the wine into the glasses, swirling the liquid around dramatically. You stood with your arms crossed watching him silently.
“What did you wanna do tonight?” He asked and honestly you never thought this far ahead. Making it past the door was your biggest anxiety tonight.
“No idea,” you rubbed your temples to soothe your racing brain.
He looks out the window thinking for a moment as he does, “come with me. We’re going for a walk.”
“You just poured wine and took off your shoes.” You can’t help but chuckle a little at his sudden idea. Once Eddie has an idea he’ll drop everything he’s doing to accomplish it.
“Yeah, well, it’ll be here when we get back,” he clapped his hands together “let’s go go go!”
You blink a few times shaking your head but you oblige. You haul a black hoodie over your head, tugging it down. You slip on your hightops and suddenly you felt like you were in highschool again, heading out with Eddie just for something to do.
Placing your wallet and keys into your pocket you step outside into the cold air, “where are we going?” you turn back to watch him haul on his snow white sneakers.
“For snacks,” he answered, closing the door behind him.
It felt like forever since you walked somewhere just for the hell of it. You put your air pod in one ear, offering him the other that he accepts on one condition.
“Play our blended playlist,” he requested as you opened spotify.
The sky was painted orange, you watched the clouds while you walked as darkness crept around the horizon. You knew the path to the corner store, absentmindedly your legs carried you there. Music played through your ears as you watched him walk besides you, hand in his pockets staring off into the sky.
You admire his smile lines framing his gorgeous brown eyes, each told a story of his years of happiness that you witnessed. His hair bounced back against the light breeze, he wore his usual leather jacket and jean vest, keeping him warm enough. His silver chain attached to his belt loops bounced against his leg with every step. Occasionally a loose pebble was kicked further ahead, skipping across the cement sidewalk.
You weren’t sure what to say, if anything. Words caught at the bottom of your throat, until you reached the old little shop. It looked the same as when you were a kid- old dirty white siding, wooden steps leading up to the door that creaked, a gross ashtray you tried your best to avoid looking at lest your appetite escape you.
You stroll into the old building as the bell rings, the white tiles beneath your feet covered in sand. You look over the numerous colourful packages of sweet treats, mouth watering already.
It was so nostalgic, reminding you of the numerous times you stopped by here with Eddie. As kids you stopped by for blue and red slushies in the summer on your bikes, the place always smelled like cheap deep fried food. Once, when you were preteens, you poured your change together and with it bought a package of ice cream sandwiches. You had eaten the entire package together, sitting on the swings until you had to go home from a tummy ache.
You felt lucky you lived closer to it now, in your new apartment, but refused to go there without him. It felt so weird to be there alone, as if this was a spot just for you both.
Tonight you opted out from the sticky ice cream or slushies. Instead you went for the bottled soda, craving the sweet fizzy feeling on your tongue.
“What do you think?” Eddie asks, holding his arms out like a game show host showing off prizes “kitkat, butterfingers, Reece’s…”
You glance over your shoulder at him while picking out the blue soda. Eddie always looked quite out of place, like he should be on stage. Shaggy hair, ripped jeans, demon-esque clothing. Yet it was oddly fitting for the old corner store. Probably a normal occurrence for the shop tender, as he looked rather bored.
“Didn’t you already bring me candy?”
“Yes but as you know, candy is not chocolate,” he retorts and you roll your eyes.
“They both have sugar. Loads of it.”
“Okay but,” his eyes widened as he looked down at you matter-of-factly “chocolate is an entirely different category.”
You couldn’t help but smile at him “okay, you’re right.”
You grabbed a kitkat, placing it on the counter next to a see through display of scratch tickets. The cashier rang through the items as you shifted your weight from one leg to the next. Why were you so nervous?
You managed to place a $20 down before Eddie could, dumping the change back in your wallet while he scowled at you. He settled for holding the chocolate in his pockets as you strolled out of the store.
“Let’s go to the playground,” he suggested, “all the kids will be gone by now.”
Your eyebrow raised “everyone will be gone because that playground is junky.”
He laughs, “well, more fun for us.”
The old playground was nearby, it still had the same rusted monkey bars and swing set, though the swing seats and chains had been switched out some time ago. It didn’t take you long to get there and he was right, there was no one there.
You sat on the old black swing, hips much wider now, making it a bit more uncomfortable now than as a kid. Your knees pressed together as you kicked at the ground, rocking yourself back and forth making designs in the sand. You twisted the cap off of your soda bottle, bringing the glass mouth piece to your lips. The sweet blue liquid dripped down your throat, fizzing as it entered your stomach.
Eddie sat next to you, hands currently buried in a bag of sour patch kids, offering you the kitkat. You held it in your hands, looking it over. After a few songs played in your ears, he stood in front of you, looking down at you.
“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s expression was serious. Something you didn’t see very often.
You scratched the back of your neck not yet answering so he continued.
“I mean not like physically ignoring me,” he said using nervous hand gestures “just, I don’t know…” he trailed off looking for the right words to say “it’s corny. Like you’re not connecting with me.”
You ran your thumb along the glass bottle while his eyes darted between yours.
“Oh my god,” he said as you looked up at him, eyes caught on the part in his lips. His facial expression softens “you have a crush on Gareth.”
You burst out into a laugh and he raises an eyebrow at you “No, you dingus.”
He looks into your eyes, face melting as a thousand emotions exchange between you as you both realize the truth. You look down at your feet as he sits on the swing next to you.
“Do you remember when we met?” he asked you, looking straight ahead.
“Honestly? No,” you admitted.
He looked over at you then, “me neither,” you shared a hearty chuckle together.
Looking up at the sky you noticed the stars were slowly starting to appear.
“You were just… always there. But I remember the day I first realised I loved you,” he fumbled with his rings, a little nervous.
Your eyes meet his, urging him on.
“You were wearing a yellow dress with pink butterflies, your hair was in braids. Jason Carver said the town called me a freak-” he smiled as he recounted the memory.
“-and I punched him in the face” you laugh into the darkening sky.
His laugh joined you as he crossed his arms “and he cried, swearing his revenge by telling his mommy.”
“Yup, and I was ‘banned’ from hanging out with you because you were a bad influence,” truth be told Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly, unless it was a mosquito. You were probably a bad influence on him.
“That was the day I first started loving you, and I’ve never stopped since then,” his eyes seemed to shine like the stars above his head.
Your heart seemed to pound in your chest, directly in the back of your throat as you looked into his brown eyes.
“I hated myself,” you say suddenly “that I felt jealous over those girls at the bar,” you feel your cheeks running red.
He tilted his head listening intently but his brows furrowed “you are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met,” tingles spread over your cheeks as he continued “you have nothing to be jealous of.”
You look down again, biting at your chapped lip.
He sighed, “Despite what Gareth says about me all of the time, I know they were flirting with me. I rejected them.”
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was selfish.”
He had a soft chuckle surprising you. “I think it's cute.”
You frown, kicking the sand softly as your cheeks heated.
“So,” he said after a minute, “are you going to admit your undying love for me now?”
“Well,” you recede your hands into your hoodie sleeves, feeling a little vulnerable “that’s a bit of a dramatic way to put it.”
He folded his hands together in confidence “we’ll get there,”
He reaches his hand out to you brushing his thumb along your cheek, “so are we going to do this thing or what?”
You lean to the side until his lips meet yours, a warmth touch beneath the cold sky. The moment he does, you feel unified as sparks jump from you to him and back again. The stubble on his face tickles against your cheek, a sweet sensation you never knew before.
“Wow,” he gasped, “you don’t know how long I’ve waited for that,” his eyes were locked on your lips as he whispered.
You lean forward connecting your lips again, gently sucking on his bottom lip before pulling away.
“We’ve got some wine sitting at home waiting for us” his breath against your cheek spread shivers through the rest of your body.
Instinctively you bring your hands to his cheek, getting lost in his hair “that sounds wonderful.”
The walk back to your house had the same scenery, the same vibe of music in your ear, and you even walked in the same step next to each other. Yet it was completely different. The dark blue sky looked over you both like a blanket, you giggled at jokes he threw at you playfully. Even the music seemed happier now. Before you knew it you arrived home together, taking your boots off as you entered.
You grabbed your wine glass before flopping onto the couch. The wine was room temperature but frankly you didn’t know enough about wine to know if that was good or bad. To you it was just alcohol, but the kind that made you feel fancy as you sipped from the glass.
Eddie strolled over as he always did, owning the room, sitting on the other end of the couch, tapping his foot against the floor to some invisible beat.
You had already flipped on a random Netflix movie that was on your list but despite trying to pay attention you couldn’t.
Your focus was on the man next to you, arm stretched over the couch behind your back. The same but different. The fuzzy feeling in your stomach made you smile, and you declared it a good different.
You place your wine glass on the coffee table as you lean into him, snuggling into his chest the way couples did frequently in movies. It was just as good as you thought it would be, if not better. Hearing his heart thumping against your ear, the firmness of his torso, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath… it was all so perfect. So right. You felt almost silly over how much you stressed about everything, merely an hour earlier.
“Eddie,” you looked up at him and he looked down at you, a curious look with pure happiness.
Before he could say anything your lips reunited with his, warm and soft. You brushed your tongue along his lower lip, tasting the sweetness of soda and candy. Being this close to him you never noticed exactly how good he smelled to you. Sweet tobacco, crisp evergreen, and undertones that were just so… him.
As your tongue met his, you wanted to consume him and be consumed by him. His hand moved to your waist while yours met the gruffness of his face. You brought your hands to the back of his head, tangling yourself in his soft locks.
You felt yourself climbing into his lap, surprised at your own boldness. He was too, as he held your hips steady a wide grin grew on his face while he pressed his lips into yours.
“Woah baby,” the words rolled off of his tongue perfectly “are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes,” you whisper on his lips “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
The feeling of being on Eddie’s lap was so intoxicating you almost felt dizzy, you were so glad for his strong grip on you. You hold the back of his head, kissing him as deeply as your mouths would allow. The kisses turned sloppier as you continued and heat overtook you, your tongues mingling in and out of your mouth.
His hands tested the waters by sliding underneath your shirt and up to your waist. He grabbed at your curves, cold metal rings pressing into you in a way that sent hunger through your body.
You felt your cunt wetten as you lightly grinded against his crotch. Your leggings were a thin enough material that a fold in his jeans hit your clit at precisely the right angle causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth, body jumping a little in surprise.
“Woah,” he smirked pulling back to gauge your reaction, “I never thought I’d hear you make that noise,”
You noticed goosebumps on his tattooed arms rise as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Sorry,” You mumble a little embarrassed.
Without warning he picked you up into his arms, holding your ass and thighs tightly as he carried you to your bedroom.
He laid you on your soft bed sheets, grinning wildly with fire in his eyes “darling that was the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life."
He cupped your face kissing you deeply. Everywhere his hands touched created sparks you’ve never gotten so intensely before. You wanted them everywhere, over your entire body.
“Touch me,” You whispered, the words almost sounded foreign on your tongue; they were the words you’ve only said to him in dreams. And this was better than any dream you’ve ever had.
He helped you pull the oversized sweater off, losing sight of him for a moment as the fabric pulled over your head. You smile at him feeling your hair frizz in different directions from the static
You giggle lovingly as he smiles back at you “every noise you make is music to my ears baby,” he brings his mouth down to the rim of your shirt, biting it and pulling it up and over your head.
Your torso shivered as you crossed your arms beneath your breasts, nervous for his reaction as you lay beneath him topless.
He kept his eyes level with yours, “you are so gorgeous,” his lips met yours as his hair brushed against your neck.
One hand moved to your neck and you melted beneath his fingers as he brushed them over your shoulder and down your arms. Slowly he moved to your waist and you couldn’t help it as you moved your arms to wrap around him. He was wearing too much though, so you tug at his shirt, pulling it up eagerly.
He straightened up, pulling his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor “is this what you wanted, darling?”
“Yes,” you whispered, entranced in his tattoos. You've been there for every one, but as he stood over you filled with desire somehow they felt different.
As he closed the gap between you, you traced his chest tattoos with his fingers before he moved to kiss your neck.
Your legs squirm as he licks the delicate skin. You let out a gasp as he sucks in between kisses, sure to leave a bruise.
“I like to mark what’s mine,” he whispers into your ear before returning to your mouth.
He hooks his fingers underneath the fabric of your bra, tugging at it and begging you to let him see you, feel you and touch you.
You lean forward allowing him to wrap his arm around you “that’s a good girl,” his hand moves to undo the clasp.
You let the straps fall off your shoulders as a shudder runs through your body. Your breasts bounce as your bra falls onto the bed.
His eyes widen as he looks down at you, in awe and shock “better than I imagined, somehow,” his lips quivered.
“You imagined them?” you tease, raising your eyebrows.
He looks deep into your eyes considering his answer before speaking “once or twice.”
You laugh pulling him in for a kiss. You couldn’t bear to have his lips apart from yours, you were already addicted to his taste and touch.
He moved his hands over to cup your breast, gently and lovingly. He ran his fingers over your nipples before lowering his head from your mouth to your breasts. You bury your hands and face into his hair, taking in as much as you could while he kisses your chest, licking and soaking you. You let out a mix of gasps and moans as he gently bites at your nipple.
You bring your hands down to your waist, feeling your hips start to beg for attention. You shimmy out of your leggings pulling them down.
Eddie was sure to give your thighs the attention they well deserved too, running his hands over them with cold rings, grabbing them lustfully. The crotch of your panties was warm as you start to soak them due to Eddie’s fingertips making their way inward towards your entrance.
“Eddie,” you whispered soft and sweet, a mixture of a question, a beg and a demand.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good, if that’s what you want,” his raspy voice offered you, he wanted to hear you say it.
“Yes” you nodded weakly, he lowered his fingers underneath your panties, removing them from your legs.
“I…” you whisper and he looks up at you, one brow raised in question “I…. Want your cock Eddie, so so bad.”
His body shivers at your words, he was more than willing to give you anything you wanted.
He moved his fingers to his belt buckle, removing it and letting it fall to the floor. Your toes curled as he removed his jeans and boxers, the sight of his cock made you gasp, you must’ve had a shocked or scared expression because he chuckled amused.
He lowered himself on top of you, the heat of your bodies mingling together. Your bodies pressed into one another felt like a perfect fit, like you were made for each other.
He pressed the shaft of his cock against your entrance allowing you to feel the length of him along your wet cunt. You whimpered into his mouth while he moved his hands down to your entrance.
“Are you ready baby?” He asked, big brown eyes intent to hear your answer.
You nod, “yes,” you wanted all of him, so badly, and you wanted him now.
He moved his hand to line himself up with your entrance, first testing you with his fingers. Your back arches as he slides them in easily. He curled them against your walls making you moan in pleasure.
“Please, please, Eddie, your cock,” you pouted, making him smirk in satisfaction.
He bent down and kissed you sweetly, “yes baby, you’ll get it,” he let out a small chuckle in disbelief that he finally gets to hear you say those words.
He ran his fingers over his cock, lubing up to prepare. Lining his tip up with your entrance you hold your breath. You bring your fingers up to clutch onto his back for support as he ever so slowly pushes his tip inside. You take a deep breath and he continues, tight precious pleasure filled you as you let out a small gasp.
“How’s that?” His voice was unsteady you could tell, taking in the feeling of his cock against your cunt “fuck baby, you’re so slick and tight for me.”
“Good, i'm good, i'm ready,” You fumble over the words, eager to have the rest of him.
He takes his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as he pushes against you. You let out a deep sigh as you feel his full length deep inside you.
Eddie grins down at you, brushing your hair back “you’re taking me so well sweetheart.”
And you had, because you dreamt of this for days although you wouldn’t dare admit how badly you wanted him. Needed him, even.
You shimmy your hips, readjusting yourself “keep going,” you whisper.
He pulls out, thrusting in a little quicker this time. He repeats the process, faster again as you let out a moan. The bed started to shake and before you knew it he was ramming into your tight little cunt, grunting in exertion and pleasure.
The feeling of his cock inside you was so divine, you knew nothing else in the world would be able to top it. You never wanted to be apart from him, as you desperately pulled at the muscles on his back, wanting him closer.
He kissed your forehead and your lips, continuing to thrust at a steady pace. You readjusted your hips and to your surprise his next thrust brushed against that wonderful g-spot and the moan that escaped your lips shocked you.
“Oh, I’ve found it haven’t I?” He ran his tongue over his teeth slyly.
He continued to thrust into you, pushing into the spot over and over again “yes, yes Eddie! Harder,” you whimpered.
He grunted with sweat dripping down his forehead. Slowly but surely the tip of his cock brought you up and over that mountain of pleasure, your orgasm topping over in that sweet high. Your body stiffened letting out a moan louder than the rest and he knew he had you.
“My princess finished on my cock did she? It feels so good when you finish while I’m inside,” he kissed your neck, enjoying the pleasure on your face caused by him.
He began to thrust again, faster this time as your body was limp against the bedsheets. Your hands move to his hair, running your fingers through it and pulling it out of his face.
“Don’t hold back,” you murmur “I want to feel your cum deep inside me,” your own words made you shudder “let our orgasms mix.”
He could barely nod, chasing his orgasm through your clenching walls around him. The sensation was oh so good, so addicting. He never wanted to leave your cunt, you fit so perfectly together as if you were made for one another.
“Baby I’m-“ A delightful moan escapes him, a sound that makes you shiver as you feel him twitch inside you, releasing his seed.
You lay there together gasping, holding his hair back to help him cool down. He nuzzled his face into your neck lovingly, heart beating hard against you.
“That was…” he whispered.
“Amazing,” you finished his sentence for him with a cheeky smile.
After a minute of resting together you sigh “we should’ve gotten a towel…”
He pulls out slowly as your mixture of hot fluids drips down your thighs.
He leaves for a moment, returning with a soft cloth to dab against your sensitive entrance. Your body twitches as he pressed the cloth against you, he watched your facial expression with amusement.
“You act like you didn’t just watch me cum,” you smile.
“Oh don’t worry darling,” he moves to your lips kissing you before continuing “I’ll watch it over and over till the day we die.”
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I'm curious about how Frankie brought up his child/children/ex with Ms. Jackson?
(Just how many mini Moraleses are running around is up for debate, of course. I think there are at least two because of the way he says, "I got the NEW baby now." It doesn't sound like it's his first to me.)
Ooooh, very interesting because I am establishing Triple Frontier as canon in this AU, but I haven’t really gotten into that one line yet. Frankie is a very sweet boy in my AU, but he is human, and he has his own troubles and mistakes. To ignore them would be doing his character a disservice, so yes, let’s talk about Frankie’s past relationship.
Rosalie
Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson", Francisco “Catfish" Morales x OFC "Caroline"
Summary: An envelope holds the key to Frankie Morales’ past, and he's been dreading the conversation he has to have about it.
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: M, past Sex Worker!Frankie, allusions to sexual acts, descriptions of male and female bodies, descriptions of sex work (not explicit), unplanned pregnancy, drug use, PTSD, semi-toxic relationship, angst, people are complicated and hurt each other even with the best intentions. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.
Note: I honestly debated whether I wanted to go down this path, but this ask really helped solidify Frankie’s history. He’s benefited a lot from things like therapy and having a support system in the other TF boys, but there was a time when he was unmoored and struggling.
Before we begin, everyone take a deep breath and remember how happy Frankie and Ms J are now. Sometimes we have to push through a little pain for some healing on the other side.
Takes place after Easy Like Any Morning and about 8 months into Frankie and Ms Jackson’s relationship.
Cross-posted on AO3
Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist
It was an unassuming envelope, the kind that probably held a greeting card. You don’t normally pick up Frankie’s mail but it was lying on a shelf under his apartment complex’s mailboxes, blatantly addressed to Francisco Morales. Thinking little of it, you pick it up and bring it in with you as you walk through the front door.
“Hey babe,” Frankie says, dotting a quick kiss on your lips as you shrug off your purse. You hold out the envelope as you slip off your shoes.
“What’s this?” he asks, which you answer with a shrug.
“Was sitting on the mailbox shelf when I got in,” you reply. Something smells like roasted peppers and sausage, your stomach grumbling.
In the moment between when you hand Frankie the letter and when you finish hanging up your belongings, his whole demeanor changes. His face drops to a stony expression, eyes boring a hole into the white envelope, leaning more heavily against the hallway wall. It makes a cold pit form in your stomach.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, but your voice bodily snaps Frankie out of whatever mood he tumbled into. He tosses the letter onto the hall table with his other mail.
“Nothing. Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, too quick and too dismissively. You follow his retreating back to his small kitchen, itching to ask him for some explanation but deciding to wait it out. Frankie tended towards openness with you, and pushing him in the moment would only succeed in making him sink deeper into himself. All of your hardest conversations required Frankie to come to you first, but he rarely kept you waiting long.
After a quiet dinner, you mostly carrying the conversation, Frankie sets you up with the TV and asks you to find something to watch. His footsteps heading back to the hall worry you, but you try to give him the space he needs to process whatever that envelope holds.
It takes him four excruciating minutes to come back, the digital numbers on the cable box ticking down. You turn to him, about to say you found something that looked good, but your words die on your tongue at the look Frankie gives you. It’s dread and anxiety and nervousness cutting harsh creases into his beautiful face that has you tossing the remote aside and holding your hands out to him. His face crumples as he sits down heavily beside you. You move to take his hands and feel the envelope clutched in one, now ripped open. The card inside is edged in princess pink.
“I…” he starts, and you swallow hard at his hesitation. Whatever is in that envelope involves you in some way, and waves of fight or flight response ratchet up your heartbeat.
Is this where it all ends? Does the clock finally strike midnight and you turn back to a sullen divorcee, alone and heartsick again?
“Fuck,” Frankie swears, dropping the envelope in his lap and gathering up your hands. “I’m sorry, I’m scaring you. I’m sorry,” he pleads, and you realize you’ve been holding your breath since he sat down. You let air rush in, focus on his thumbs circling the backs of your palms.
“Yeah, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” you manage to get out with some strength behind the words. He steels himself before dropping your hands and sliding the card out of the envelope. It’s a child’s birthday invitation, bright and cheery, dated a month from now. The confusion must be written loudly on your face, because Frankie places the invite into your hands.
Please join us for Rosalie’s 2nd birthday party!
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Frankie met Caroline in the way he met most people outside of work those days - passing glances at his dealer’s house. She was pretty, engaging, loud and fun. He often caught her talking with a bunch of other regulars in the back room, eyes shining with the line she’d just snorted. Her hands always spoke with her, accentuating and punctuating her sentences. Frankie couldn’t help but stare, drawn to the life that spilled from every pore of her being. She felt so opposite to him, always drawn in and quiet.
The first time they touched was electric. She passed him in the hallway, one going in, one going out, and her hand skimmed over his shoulder. It made Frankie’s heart pound, more intoxicating than the powder tucked into his jacket.
The next time they met, Frankie plucked up enough courage to introduce himself. She was waiting in front of the house, eyes darting around nervously as he approached.
“Uh, hey,” he said, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched. She looked him up and down quickly, ready to bolt.
“Hey yourself,” she answered, but instead of hostility he caught notes of amusement. It made him just a little bit bolder.
“Seen you around a few times. I’m Frankie,” he offered, considering putting his hand out to shake but deciding against it. She gave him a smile, snarky as she licked over one incisor.
“Frankie. That’s cute. I don’t think I’ve known a Frankie since I was a kid,” she said, a nervous laugh popping out of his mouth.
“Francisco,” he added, making her nod along with something like understanding.
“Caroline,” she offers. “Nice to meet you.”
They stood in the baking sun for a few minutes longer, Caroline sweeping her gaze over Frankie as he tried not to obviously do the same. She finally tapped at her pocket with a knowing look.
“I’ve got something to share if you’re up for it, Francisco,” she said. Her tone was laced with more offerings than that, and if Frankie hadn’t have done a quick bump to get up the courage to talk to her he might have seen the problems here. But she was sexy and forward, and he was craving something his lizard brain believed only she can offer.
“Where do you want to go?”
Coke and Caroline were a match made in heaven. Whether they both did a line and waited for Frankie’s cock to get impossibly hard, or she showed up at his doorstep high and needy, they found comfort in the other’s body. She was plush and giving and wet and seemed to be horny for him all the time. In return the coke made him go forever, almost to the point where cumming would be more painful than just letting the high knock him out.
They didn’t share much past their scores, some pizza and electrolytes. She worked in a warehouse, liked reality tv, and only ever called him Francisco. He told her he worked as a private helicopter pilot. Which was…mostly true. He did work part time at a small hanger, but he hadn’t been flying much in recent years. Younger hotshots were hungrier for it than him, and he hated the droning conversations broadcast through headsets. Most days he just babysat the front desk and waited for a call from Pope. The itching in his fingers to be back up in the air…well, he started attributing that to the coke instead.
He didn’t tell her what else he did for work. She never gave him an indication that she’d shame him, or drop him because of it, but it was easier for the secret to just live between the other boys and him. Their meetups were erratic anyway; if he was already spent, he’d take his time making her cum with his fingers and tongue until his cock finally twitched back to life. If it was taking too long, half a crushed up Viagra normally did the trick. Those weeks were a blur of naked skin, the buzz up his spine, and blissful thoughtlessness. It felt like a dream as he fucked and snorted and ignored all of the problems knocking at his door.
It was when the tests skittered across her kitchen counter, positive on all three, that Frankie finally crashed back to reality.
“You’re pregnant?” he sputtered, unable to tear his eyes from the sticks littering the table. Caroline stood with her arms crossed, unable to stop shifting from side to side.
“Not like we paid a lot of attention to where you were cumming, Francisco,” she spat back, and the venom in her tone sobered Frankie up faster than he thought possible.
“Hey,” he said softly, putting his hands on her shoulders. Tears were threatening to fall, her mouth screwing up to choke back a sob. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s gonna be okay,” he soothed, wrapping her in his embrace as she sobbed into his chest.
“I can’t do this,” she cried over and over, words tearing into Frankie worse than if she was clawing him in anger.
“You’re not alone,” he finally said, pulling back to hold her face. Her face was blotchy and red, tears streaking down as he cupped her cheek. “I’m here. I’ll be here for you, for the baby. I promise.” He tried to warm her with a smile, stroking away tears. “If this is what’s happening, I’m going to do it right, with you.” Caroline broke out into more tears then, but grateful ones.
“Fuck, Francisco, I’m scared,” she said, and he smoothed her hair and stroked her back.
“Me too.” He pulled her back into his chest, nose pressed against her ear as her tears calmed down to hiccups and shaky breaths.
Caroline quit cold turkey, endured the withdrawal and the stress of detox. She threw out everything she had, stopped talking to the friends she made through her dealers, and started reading about prenatal care and scheduling doctors appointments. It impressed the hell out of Frankie, watching her take to this mission of being the best possible mother she could be. Instead of their usual conversations about who’s ordering food or when to go score their next hit, Caroline was showing Frankie baby registries and birth plans, talking about car seats and neighborhoods and everything made Frankie’s head spin. He tried to nod through, take notes, be present and supportive, but he was beginning to realize the inevitable.
He was going to fuck this up.
At first he was just afraid of detoxing, something Caroline made him promise to do before the baby was born. After watching a month of her mood changing, becoming more anxious and paranoid, bad dreams making her thrash in the night, Frankie wasn’t sure if he could endure it. His dreams already scared him enough, but without the wall of numbness to keep the terrors away he wasn’t sure he could be of any help to her or the baby.
That’s when the lying began. The sneaking out to his dealer, the subtle hits after listening to her read through long lists of the best foods to eat or best sleeping positions. Instead of growing closer to her, to his future child, he was drifting away as silently as possible. He didn’t want to, kept trying to force himself to man up, but the chasm continued to grow.
Maybe if they had been friends before, Frankie could have found more common ground between them. If they had gone on dates, or talked about their families, met their friends, maybe it wouldn’t feel like they were two strangers handcuffed together. All Frankie ever wanted to do was get high and fuck and forget with her. But she was a full person, one he never took the time to know beyond his needs and was forever tied to now. The sickly voice in his head chastised him about it now, how selfish he was, how he got himself so far into this mess. As she took to motherhood splendidly, he dreaded what kind of a father he’d be.
It came to a head when Frankie was careless after a client. She’d shared some of her own stash with him, and it was stronger than he was used to. She loved it, enjoying his raging libido for well past their hour and tipping him generously. He’d strolled out feeling like a fucking god, still vibrating and full of pent-up energy. He shouldn’t have gone to see Caroline.
She knew right away, could see it in his eyes and the speed of his hands. He tried to kiss her, make her feel as good as he was feeling, and she shoved him off.
“Are you fucking serious, Francisco? You told me you were done, that you would be done for us!” she shouted, so loud it made his head feel split open.
“It was nothing, honey, just a little…” he tried to say, but his fumbling words only made it worse. Her shouting blended into a cacophony of anger and mistrust, further exacerbated when she stepped into his space again.
“Were you…” she says, quieter and with incredulous awe in her voice. “Were you with someone?” Even with Frankie’s brain running at lightspeed he couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough. Caroline’s eyes widened, and the hurt within them haunted Frankie long after.
“Were you fucking some other woman?” she demanded, her voice rising again. “After you swore to me you were all in?” Her voice got warbly and the good feeling he’d been swimming in morphed into anger in Frankie’s chest. It barreled over his common sense.
“It’s not like you even fucking touch me. I was going to give it all up, but it didn’t even seem like you cared if I was here. Never letting me say shit to you. I tried to tell you I loved you and you threw it back at me, said it was just because you were pregnant. How am I supposed to not feel hurt by that?” The words burned as they spilled, pain washing over pain as they both gave in to the repressed emotions they’d been covering with false smiles.
“Why the fuck would I want you to say you loved me if you didn’t?”
“I’m supposed to, you’re carrying my baby. I wanted to say it and you kept throwing it back in my face.”
“What kind of antiquated bullshit is that?”
“You don’t think I cared about you when we were together?”
“Beyond a place to stick your dick when you got high, no.”
“That’s a lie and you know it.”
“No, it’s not, because I barely know you. We fucked around and got in trouble and I should have just told you I’d handle it myself.”
“After you cried to me that you couldn’t do this? How many times do I have to tell you that I want to be here for you and the baby?”
“Telling me you want to help and actually doing what I need you to do are two very different things.”
“I’m trying, I’m just as fucking scared as you are about this!”
“But I’m not snorting my fears, like I asked you not to. You’re just escaping, Francisco, like you want to escape everything in your depressing fucking life.”
“Don’t you dare do that, don’t you throw that shit into my face. I didn’t run away from this.”
“Looks that way to me.”
“I’ve been doing everything I can. I want to give you and the baby everything.”
“Oh yes, all that love you keep talking about. Be really fucking honest with me, Francisco. Do you actually care about me, even just as the mother of your child?”
“What the fuck are you trying to do with this now?”
“It’s a simple fucking question. Do you even like me? Do you even want to be around me?”
“Jesus fuck, no! Is that what you want to hear? No!”
The silence that follows that word cleaves the connection between them. It’s as sharp and final as a bullet to the brain.
“Get out,” is all she manages. He doesn’t try to apologize, or stay. She was right. He was best at escaping.
The next day Frankie called and left a long message for her. He apologized as best as he could and told her that he’ll be there for her as much as she wants him, but he’ll stay away if that’s her preference. She didn't return his call.
The days blurred together for a time after that. A revolving door of scores, clients, fuzzy days spent in the hanger disappearing into himself.
Santi was the first to put his foot down.
“I can’t have you high with clients, Frankie, it’s fucking dangerous for everyone, including me. You get clean or you’re done.”
“Then I’m done,” Frankie spat back, and the pain in Santi’s eyes at this revelation, that wallowing in misery was the preferred choice, made him stalk out of Frankie’s apartment.
The license suspension came soon after. Another pilot caught him rubbing some powder on his gums to get through the day, and the drug test was unavoidable. He stood stoically at his supervisor’s desk as they rattled off the terms of the suspension, the noise barely reaching his ears. Thankfully he was still feeling pleasantly numb, letting the succession of punches he’d been taking roll off his shoulders.
But the wave always crashes. As he was driving home a notification pinged. A sonogram in an email. The text was simple.
It’s a girl.
Santi got called to drag him out of a bar that night. He’d drunk himself blackout, and spilled his feelings, then his guts into Santi’s guest bathroom.
“I’m sorry, Frankie,” Santi said, a firm hand on his shoulder as Frankie heaved into the toilet again. “You shouldn’t have gone through all of that alone.”
“I deserved it,” is all Frankie could manage.
“No, you didn’t.”
It’s what he needed to finally go to a NA meeting.
Frankie threw himself into distractions away from his narrowing thoughts as Caroline’s due date approached. A question hung in the air, making him pull her contact up in his phone over and over.
Do you want me there?
The subtext was clear.
I want to be there.
The call came early in the morning, voice laced with pain.
“Frankie, please come.”
He didn’t take a full breath until he was by her side again.
She let him stay through it all. The pain, the hours of waiting, the birth itself. They talked, more than they had in months, and some of the heartache he’d been feeling lifted. He was clean, finally. He had a baby girl. Caroline wasn’t looking at him like he was a pile of shit. Maybe things could turn back around.
Holding little Rosalie in his arms, it felt possible. Maybe not perfect, but it was what he could have.
Then Santi came to him with a proposition.
“I don’t know, man. I’ve got the new baby now. And my lady isn’t into me doing this kind of shit,” he’d said to Santi. He didn’t want to do it, too many problems and too low in his life. Caroline was an easy excuse, a redirect to politely decline. She wasn’t his girl anymore, most likely never would be, but Santi had to understand what that meant. A life that he’d promised to the mother of his littlest lady. But Santi knew what made Frankie tick. Not just the money, but the purpose and the familiarity of a past life they’d all bled through before. And with that knowledge Santi spoke the words that made Frankie agree.
And Colombia happened.
Frankie’s lips finally stop moving after what feels like an eternity. You’d listened silently to the slow and painful unraveling of his history. It’s a raw, open wound he needs you to look at because he’s been hiding it for too long.
“The relapse made me realize I wasn’t ready to be a good father to Rosalie.” His voice is hoarse from emotion and speaking for so long. You want to get him a drink of water, let him rest, but he’s trying to show you the ugliest part of himself. You have to let him shed it all first.
“It lasted about two weeks while I was still in Colombia. No one knew where I was, or what I was doing. She told me she thought I was dead, and that for a little while she was…relieved.” You tighten your fingers around Frankie’s, showing him without words that life without him would only be crueler.
“She was upset about the relapse, angry at the silence, but eventually she understood. About Tom. And we talked for a long time after that. She left the door open, but with the understanding that I had to be clean to be around Rosalie. And I worked really hard for that. I thought I’d get to the point where I’d feel okay and then I’d just…be her dad.” Frankie’s face flits away from yours, not for the first time tonight. “But the longer I stayed away, the more I came to think that it was better that I did. Caroline’s got a new boyfriend, a good guy. He’s…really great with Rosalie, from the pictures I’ve seen. She’s…really happy.”
Tears are flowing now, and you have to actively stop yourself from crashing into Frankie’s arms. He’s trying to get to a place, to a moment where he can let you in, and you need to be patient. Your hands stroke along his knuckles, trying to bring him back to you.
“It’s her second birthday. I went to her first, and I thought it might kill me, seeing her. But somehow she knew me. Not that I was her dad, but that I wasn’t just some guy. She fell asleep in my arms and I told Caroline I was happy for her. I’m still not a large part of Rosalie’s life, but she’s a part of me, and I’m going to be there for her always.”
Frankie looks back at you, wiping his face roughly. It’s finally your turn. You pause to organize the swirling thoughts in your head and choose the most important words first.
“It’s okay that you didn’t tell me,” you start, and the immediate wave of relief on Frankie’s face belies how difficult of a revelation this was, and how much fear he held going into it. “Am I surprised? Sure, this is a lot. But I’m not mad, or upset. I don’t feel lied to, or tricked or anything like that. This is a part of your life that you weren’t ready to share with me, and it’s complicated. I understand.” Frankie nods briefly, making you shuffle closer to him on the couch. He leans his larger bulk against you, pressing his forehead against your temple.
“Did you tell me because you want to go to her birthday?” you say, trying to draw out the last few worries from Frankie’s mind.
“Yeah, definitely,” he breathes out.
“Were you afraid I’d be upset about you going?” you ask. Frankie pulls back, searching your face.
“Not upset. I, um…I thought about asking you to come. With me. And I knew I had to tell you if you came. It wouldn’t be fair not to. And all that was just…a lot.”
Your brain short circuits for a moment at this confession.
“You want me to…meet your daughter?” you ask. The panic flashes across Frankie’s face again.
“Shit, I literally just dumped this on you, you don’t have to decide that now. And you don’t have to come. It’s not…I’m not going to be getting more involved. Caroline and I decided on that. Jacob’s her dad to her. I’m not getting…joint custody or anything. I just…fuck. I’m fucking this up.” Frankie starts to get up but you pull him back down to you. His eyes are wide and plaintive.
“It’s okay,” you say, even if it all feels exactly not that. But it will be. “I’m okay. It’s an adjustment, but I’m still here Frankie. I’m still with you.” It’s garbled, what you’re trying to convey, but Frankie does seem to understand it. He pulls you into his arms, draping your legs across his lap as he breathes you in. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m sorry for waiting so long,” he murmurs into your shoulder. You stroke at his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp.
“I get it. I promise,” you say. You let him calm in your arms, your breathing in tandem. Frankie tucks you under his chin and against his chest.
“Thank you for telling me,” you say, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. He squeezes you a little tighter.
“Thank you for understanding,” he replies, “And for not running for the hills. I really…man, I really fucked that up. Jesus Christ,” he sighs, and you giggle against him for a moment.
“You always keep it interesting, Frankie,” you joke, and a little bit of levity eases the tension.
“And…” you say, Frankie humming to continue, “Tentatively…tentatively…if you asked me to go with you, I’d be okay with that. If it’s okay with her mom, of course.” Frankie’s body goes still under you, and you have to twist up to look at him. His eyes are shining with tears, and gratitude, and so much care. He looks down at you and you’re swallowed up in him.
“I have never loved anyone as much as I love you,” he says, his voice tight. His mouth both crashes and melds into yours, deep passionate kisses that have him laying you out on your back as he seeks refuge in your lips. You return his devotion as he wraps himself around you. Your mouths slow, bodies settling deeper as exhaustion pulls you under.
You wake the next morning still tangled together on the couch, covered in creases and dried drool and tangled hair. Frankie lifts his head up from your neck and groans as his back pops repeatedly. You stroke your fingers through his messy curls as he hazily looks down at you.
“There you are,” you say, and Frankie’s face melts into adoration.
“Hey babe,” he croaks out, “Right where you left me.” You kiss the man you love so dearly, baggage and all.
“Right where you belong.”
END
The story continues in Flight Plan
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#5
Beast and the Beauty
Summary: Life with your prim and proper boyfriend Humphrey is luxurious but boring, so you try and spice it up a little. However when he’s delayed at work one night and you end up getting locked out of your apartment, your neighbour Sy comes to your rescue and makes your evening a whole lot spicier.
Fandoms: Henry Cavill, Stardust Movie (modern day AU), Sandcastle Movie
Pairing: Syverson x Reader, Humphrey x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, cheating, dubious consent, morally grey situation, oral sex (female receiving), Oral Sex/Blowjob, Fingering, Sex Toys/Buttplug, Rimming, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Squirting, Cream Pie, Sloppy Seconds, Anal Play, Anal Creampie, hints at cuckolding.
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A/N: This is another story that i started months ago and had langished in writers block purgatory. Originally i had intentions of making this dom/sub, but that kept making me stumble. Instead this is simply rough sex with a dominant male. Female reader is fairly sassy and would not be considered a ‘sub’ generally.
A/N 2: At one point i describe Sy wrapping his fingers into the readers hair. I kept this as un-descriptive as possible so to include as many different types of hair, only mentioned that its tugged at the roots, which i believe would work with any hairstyle with the exception of hair shorter than 2cm/1inch.
Beast and the Beauty
“Darling, i’m so sorry, but this could really advance my standing with the company, they’ve only just let me handle the big construction account”
You sighed at your boyfriend's words. You’d been looking forward to him coming over tonight, had bought the things to cook dinner and had prepared a few things to spice up the evening afterwards. But you knew he wanted to succeed and climb the corporate ladder, and going to ‘the club’ for drinks with the high flyers in corporate would get his foot in the door.
“Humph its fine, we can do it another night”
“Darling, you’re an absolute sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you”
You grinned; “You certainly will”
“Oooh” you heard people talking and calling out to him in the background; “I’ve got to go Darling, i’ll give you a call later”
“Okay, bye Humph”
The sound of men laughing in background and Humphrey muttering a goodbye was the last thing you heard before the line went dead. With a sigh you set your phone on the counter and wondered what to do with your evening.
An hour later you’d rage cleaned your kitchen, vacuumed the rugs, and emptied the trash baskets, loading everything into one bag. With your music still playing through your earpods you took a deep breath and let the breeze from the open window cool your skin, before grabbing the trash bag and stepping out into the hallway to drop it down the garbage chute. Halfway down the hall as you hummed along to your playlist you felt the gust of wind followed by the loud bang and your heart sank; your apartment door had blown shut. With you on the wrong side of it. Dropping the bag you hurriedly patted down your tiny booty shorts like a dumbass, there weren’t even pockets in the tiny scrap of fabric, let alone had you remember to put anything in them.
“Fuck” you cursed, looking down at your outfit. It was one you had specifically bought to tease Humphrey; booty shorts, cropped t-shirt, and over the knee socks, knowing it was super casual to his primped and proper button up shirts and chinos he always wore. With a sigh you knew what your only option was, so admitting defeat you grabbed the trash bag and shot it down the chute, before standing in front of your neighbours door, knocking with your knuckles.
The door swung open and a rush of air wooshed past you, and it felt like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs. Standing in the doorway pretty much blocking out all of the light spilling into the hallway from his apartment was your neighbour; Sy.
The brute of the man let a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, crossing his arms as he leant against the frame of the door;
“What do we have here then?”
“Hi… I was putting the trash out but the wind caught my door…”
“And now you’re stuck”
“Yeah”
“Wearing that”
“Yeah”
He paused, blatantly looking you up and down before you crossed your arms;
“You know what, forget it. I’ll go see Mrs Cooper downstairs”
Turning away you were stopped when a massive hand caught your arm;
“Hey, I'm sorry. You wanna come in?” turning back to him the cockyness was gone; “I promise i’ll even be nice”
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#4
Netflix and Chilled
Summary: Living in a shared house, you do your best to keep your sexual desires a secret, especially from your attractive floor buddy Henry. But when the heating goes out and you’re both cold, surely watching a movie cuddled under the duvet wouldn’t lead to anything?
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader
Henry is a inexperienced Dom, Reader is an experienced Sub.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Anal Toys, cum play, body piercings.
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A/N: This originally started out as a Mikey x Reader story but then i got writers block. That was until i got one helpful comment in particular on AO3 and it inspired me to change it to RPF and make it Henry instead of a character. Thank you AO3 commenter!
Netflix and Chilled
Living in a shared house could be a pain sometimes, but once you got the right mix of people things seemed to flow nicely. The house itself was perfect, spread over a grand total of five stories, it was tall and narrow, a kitchen and living room on the entry level with a basement containing two bedrooms below. Above the shared area’s there were two more main levels each with two bedrooms and then an attic room.
You had one of the basement rooms, sometimes a bit too cold in the winter. It however had its own access through a low doorway out beneath the stone stoop and steps of the front door, as did the other room in the basement that led into the garden at the rear. A small shared shower room was the bathroom for the basement, which your floor roommate kept relatively clean, although did have a tendency to leave body hair pretty much everywhere and didn’t know how to hang towels up to dry.
Ah yes, your floor-mate; Henry. Tall and skinny Henry, with a goofy smile and inappropriate jokes. Henry who went from job to job, never lasting long in each position from either getting fired or quitting. The only thing he did seem to stick to was his guitar practice, and many weekend mornings you were gradually woken to the soft strumming of his acoustic guitar. You’d made the ‘mistake’ of walking into his room one morning with a mug of tea for him as you’d heard him playing, almost spilling the contents when you’d seen that he was sitting there in just his boxers as he had been trying a particularly difficult chord whilst hungover. You’d made a hasty exit, apologising for not knocking. It was after that morning you could understand why the women that Henry brought home made so much noise; the guy was certainly packing some equipment in the underwear department. It was a few weeks later when most of the housemates were sat around the table for dinner did the subject get onto Henry’s conquests, and someone had teased him that it was a different girl each time and why he didn’t keep one around for longer than just a night. His reply was that they were ‘too vanilla’ for him which made everyone laugh, but the subject was then dropped.
You’d made no attempt to take part in that conversation, partly out of a well hidden jealousy, but also you didn’t want to get interrogated as your own tastes were considerably darker than anyone knew about. Occasionally you’d have your own conquests, but you always went back to their place so your housemates were none the wiser of your preferences. As far as they were concerned you were the one who liked fairy lights and fluffy pillows, completely unaware of your box of tricks you kept in the bottom drawer next to your bed. It was one of those tricks that had almost got you caught out that morning, just after you and Henry had returned from the supermarket where it had been your turn on the monthly rota to buy cleaning supplies and bathroom tissue for the whole house. Two of your other housemates had been loitering in the kitchen as you’d bent over to stash the laundry detergent into the low cupboards when one had let out a low whistle as your lower back had come into view from your low riding sweatpants and t-shirt;
“Gurrrl, no panties? Really getting into that relaxed weekend vibe…”
The other had laughed as you’d spun around and stood quickly, glaring at them and annoyed with yourself for almost revealing one of your secrets. Glaring at both of them you pulled your t-shirt up at the front, exposing the thin elastic band of your underwear;
“You two can just shut up”
You slammed the cupboard door shut and left the room, angry not only at them but also at yourself. You’d worked so hard to keep everything a secret, and there you were almost giving things away. Passing Henry in the hallway you stomped downstairs.
As he entered the kitchen Henry turned to his two housemates;
“What was that all about?”
As the two other guys stood up they shrugged;
“Dunno… when she bent over her sweats slipped down and you could see the top of her ass crack and Dave made a joke about going commando…”
“But she wasn't, she showed us the elastic to her panties when she turned around in a huff…”
Henry shrugged;
“Guys, you know she’s a private person. Take it easy on her, ok?”
“Yeah, whatever man. Think the cold it getting to everyone”
Henry turned and looked at the silent water heater in the corner of the kitchen;
“When is that getting fixed again? It's freezing in this house at the moment”
“Dunno… next week i think”
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In your room you had rolled up a blanket and put it along the bottom of the outside door to try and prevent the cold from outside coming in through the gap, and switched on the small fan heater you’d had in case of emergencies. You planned on crawling under your duvet and watching movies, perhaps treating yourself to some personal time if the house went quiet. What you hadn’t expected was a quiet knock at the door;
“Only me”
Henry. He was probably bored and tended to loiter when he didn’t have any plans. You didn’t mind but it just meant the personal time you’d considered would have to wait. Looking up you saw him entering your room with two steaming mugs piled high with whipped cream and marshmallows, the aroma of chocolate wafting on the chilled air of the room;
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576 notes - Posted March 9, 2022
#3
Heads up for non UK people: if your mutuals aren't online for the next couple of days, its because we have a HUGE Atlantic storm about to hit the entire country. Storm Eunice is due to make landfall 9am Friday Feb 18th, with sustained wind speeds of 80mph in the west of the country, and even 400+ miles inland, the storm will still be strong enough to obliterate urban areas and major cities with wind speeds of 70mph.
Unfortunately this storm arrives after a very rainy winter, plus a previous storm having hit the country just 48 hours earlier. Coincide with an early spring, trees already starting to bud and grow leaves, and soft earth meaning root networks have only sodden ground to try and cling to, its looking like hundreds of thousands of homes could be without power.
On the plus side, homes here are generally made of stone, brick, or concrete, or substantial solid wooden buildings. But pretty much every govt agency is warning against travelling apart from essential journeys only.
The last time we had a storm with wind speeds this high, it cut power to 70% of the country for 10 days (1987).
So, fingers crossed we're all still here come Sunday.
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#2
By The Waning Crescent Moon
Summary: As an Omega you know you need to get home before your Heat starts, but when your car breaks down in the woods you need to seek refuge somewhere safe... surely a Convent will be the best place? Little do you know the nuns have long since left, only to be replaced by the worst possible thing; a pack of Werewolves. Even worse, its a full moon.
Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie.
Wordcount: 4949
Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Syverson x Omega Female reader (no race or body type specified)
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Desecration of Religious artefacts, Knotting, Werewolf Sex, Monsterfucking, Unplanned Pregnancy, ABO Dynamics
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A/N: This story has been stuck in WIP hell for a couple of months, i originally got psyched to write an entire werewolf gangbang, but then all the bullshit in the USA happened and yeah, forced pregnancy wasn’t at the forefront of everyone’s to do list, even in fanfic. Furthermore the wolf gang was originally going to be a biker gang, but another amazing writer @sillyrabbit81 has since launched a truly amazing biker gang reverse harem fic, i decided to shelve that idea and instead sit on the original thought of werewolves for a while. I then had inspiration to make this a Syverson story, so here we go.
The Were sex scene is heavily inspired by the graveyard scene between Lucy and Dracula in Bram Stokers Dracula movie, which in my opinion is one of the greatest creature feature/monsterfucking movies in the history of cinema.
By the Waning Crescent Moon
You waited at the stop light, the remote intersection of two highways high up in the hills of logging country. It was dusk, yet the sky was hidden behind obsidian clouds, heavy rain systems waiting to release their downpours in sporadic outbursts. Despite the cold rain dulling the summer evening, you were burning up. You’d stopped at the last gas station and had stocked up on a huge slush drink and a popsicle, but neither had done anything to quell the growing warmth within your body. Sat in your flimsy sundress you were at least grateful that in a moment of optimism that morning you’d dressed for good weather, even if you’d spent the day wrapped in the cardigan you’d found on the back seat. However now as you felt a droplet of sweat make its way down your neck and cleavage, you cursed and opened the window, grateful for the cool damp air against your skin.
The red light finally changed and you muttered under your breath to yourself as you pushed your old Nissan into gear;
“C’mon, lets get home” you said to no-one except yourself.
The highway grew narrow as it entered the woods, just a single lane in each direction, tall cedar trees closing in on both sides. The rain wasn’t as heavy beneath the thick canopy above you, instead there were wisps of mist clinging to the roadway’s edge.
As you continued along you felt the first pang of pain in your stomach, a cramp that grew with intensity like an old lightbulb trying to illuminate but suddenly extinguishing.
“Oh fuck…” you cursed, resting your hand on your stomach as you rubbed to ease the ache. You drove on cautiously, ignoring the rattle that was emanating from the engine, your mind elsewhere. You had only finished your last period a little over a week ago so it wasn’t that. You could feel another cramp starting to build, your concentration far from the road. That was more than likely the reason you didn’t notice the pothole, the car shook and the suspension made a deafening thunk as you hit the flooded crater without pause. With a scream you pulled your full attention back to the road, ignoring the cramp pulling at your gut as you struggled to keep the car on the road, slowing gradually until you were able to pause. The sudden understanding hit your mind as the realisation of what was happening registered. You scrambled for your phone, opening the calendar and scrolling back to the cold winter months.
A cold chill ran down your back like icy fingers against your spine. Six months. Almost to the day. Six months since your last heat.
“Shit fuck FUCK” you shouted at the rain splattered windows. How could you have missed it? As another cramp hit your stomach you curled over and rested your head against the steering wheel, at which moment your phone chimed. Peering out of one eye you looked at the screen and the reminder that had just popped up;
*Heat starting soon!!!*
“Yes, THANK YOU. 24 hours too late”
As an unmated Omega you set yourself reminders for when your heat was due, coming every six months you generally made arrangements to work from home, and ensure you loaded your purse with suppressants and painkillers so to deal with the build up. It would seem this time however you hadn’t set the reminder early enough, as you had neither medication with you, but would also explain the hot sweats and the reason you’d woken up that morning tangled in the sheets after dreaming of faceless intimacy.
With a sigh you wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, before peering out of the windshield at the dark and twisting road. Engaging first gear you set off but were immediately reminded that something terminal had happened when you’d hit the hole in the asphalt, your car now leaning on the kerbside. For a moment you considered calling for a tow truck, but then the rapidly failing rational side of your brain reminded you that the truck would likely be driven by a man, and the last thing you needed when you were about to come into heat was to risk being stuck with an Alpha you didn’t know. No, you needed to try and limp your car home, at least close enough to town that you could call your roommate to come help, she’d know exactly what to do. You made it a good couple of miles at a slow pace, the road straight and gently downhill, until a hairpin bend meant you had to sharply turn the wheel. Something loudly went ‘twang’ like a spring being violently recoiled. It was quickly followed by the sound of hissing air, and the car dropped even further on the kerbside. The tell-tale thud-thud-thud of a flat tyre could be heard as you freewheeled to the side of the road, before coming to a stop on the gravel side of the highway.
You took a deep breath and let out a scream, yelling at the windshield, before your stomach cramps hit back again. They were getting closer together and you knew you needed help. Checking your phone hopefully you were still disappointed when you saw that there was still no service, more than likely due to a combination of location and the bad weather. With a sigh you stared out of the windshield and you noticed a sign on a wall;
“The Sisters of St Augustus’ Refuge” you paused, the synapses in your brain firing and finally connecting; “A CONVENT! That’s just women!”
Climbing out of your car you grabbed your purse and cardigan, holding the latter over your head in a vain attempt to keep the worst of the rain off as you started to trot up the long driveway towards the building that loomed on the horizon. You failed to notice the other sign that lay on the ground, one put up by the real estate company handling the sale of the building but has since fallen.
The driveway was considerably longer than you anticipated, and by the time you were halfway your pace had slowed, your cramps now even worse. The large wooden doors of the convent came into view as you staggered closer, the rain and sweat mixing and running into your eyes, blurring your vision. You stumbled, your no longer white Converses catching on a pebble, righting yourself before you fell flat on your face. Another two steps and another pebble, you were falling when suddenly a pair of arms caught you, the dark robes fluttering in the storm as you blacked out.
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Sy sat back in his chair, his boots resting on the large table as he picked at his nails with one long claw, being able to control the change to his advantage. Walter was pacing the room, pausing to glare at the clock on the wall before returning to pacing. Sy let out a small sigh, the entire pack was antsy, anxious and ready for the turn of the full moon, however this summer storm obscuring its silver rays was turning the pack into an angry mess. August had wisely disappeared into the depths of the building and Sy was thankful for that, he and Walter would always argue over the smallest thing. Sy also glanced at the clock, his stomach growling;
“Where is Mikey with that takeout?” he muttered to himself.
A sudden increase in background noise caused both Sy and Walter to pause and look up, their nostrils flaring. August entered the room from the door that led to the private quarters, just as the large double doors to the chapel opened. The two youngest members of the pack came bustling in, Will holding the doors open as Mikey staggered along, his long black duster raincoat still dripping with rain, a now soaked bag of takeout hanging from one hand, but what caught everyone’s attention was what else he was carrying; a young woman.
The room fell into an eerie silence as Mikey stood still, waiting to gauge the reaction from the rest of the pack;
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My #1 post of 2022
On Your Knees
Summary: As general maid for 221 Baker Street, you assist most of the residents. However on one quiet night when most of them are out, only one resident returns to his home... a little worse for wear. He thanks you in the easiest way possible.
Fandoms: Enola Holmes 2, Henry Cavill
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+, Smut, NSFW, Drunk Sherlock, Oral Sex (Female Receiving).
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Wordcount: 1854
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On Your Knees
The cold wind rattled the fragile glass in the frame, a chill advancing into your room even further as the dark night continued. The building of 221 Baker Street was colder than usual, most of the apartments empty for the night due to various parties and festive events happening this time of year meaning the tenants wouldn’t be back until the morning.
As the scullery maid of 221 Baker Street you were in and out most of the apartments each day, tending to the fireplaces and delivering meals if required. The housekeeper who supervised you telling you where to go and what to do wasn’t around either, though her instruction was rarely needed anymore, you knew the routines of all of the tenants and could read the calendar hung in the kitchen showing who was home and who wasn’t.
At that moment the wind rushed against the window again and you pulled your dressing gown further around your body, shivering beneath your quilt. Glancing at your own laundry you’d hand washed that evening, your bloomers hung on the wooden airer where the chimney breast rose through the building. With every pair you owned doing little to dry in the cold attic room, you cursed your schedule for not giving you time to do it earlier in the day when the sun had been coming through the window. Now you just had your thin nightgown and woollen stockings to keep you warm beneath your dressing gown.
You were drawn from your thoughts by the sound of movement in the hallway far below your room. Freezing you wracked your brain to try to remember if any of the tenants were due back tonight, but none were. Through the eerie quiet of the house there was another bump and a quiet curse. You reached for the large floor brush that still sat beside the door to your room with its dustpan, lifting the brush as a weapon as you opened the door and carefully stepped out onto the old floorboards to peer down through the stairwell. Clinging to your brush you leant forwards over the bannister and peered through the darkness, a single lamp in the hall four floors down barely illuminating the entryway before you suddenly saw a shadow move. Letting out a small gasp you clamped your hand over your mouth as you watched, but that tension evaporated when you recognised the wide shoulders and curly dark hair of the tenant in apartment B;
“Detective Holmes!” you called out, the figure below swivelling rapidly before spinning and looking up.
“Ah. There you are…” a soft hiccup followed as he swayed on his feet.
“I’ll be right down Sir”
Just last week Mr Holmes’ sister helped him into his apartment having had too many drinks at the pub, and it would seem he’d done the same again tonight. Padding on stocking clad feet you descended the stairs quickly, soon arriving in the hallway as Mr Holmes swayed a little on his feet;
“Can i help you to your apartment Sir?”
“Oh that would be *hiccup* wonderful Darling”
Hooking your arm around his back and pulling his own arm over your shoulders, you started to help him up the stairs one at a time, before arriving at his apartment.
“I have a… I have my… dammit” Mr Holmes cursed as he fumbled for his key, and as you glanced down you could see that the bunch of keys in his pocket had caught on the fabric and were stuck. Without even thinking you batted his hand away and slid your much smaller hand into his pocket, moving the keys around until they were no longer snagged on the fabric. You tried not to think of the heat radiating from Mr Holmes thigh, barely separated from your touch by a thin layer of cotton, nor the firm muscle beneath the fabric that flexed as your delicate fingers brushed against it. He answered your silent thoughts with a grunt, before you pulled the keys out and unlocked the door, all whilst he had his arm around your shoulder.
His body was firm and heavy, a welcome weight against your cold frame, and as he swayed you did so too, before he finally pulled his arm free of your shoulders and started to shuck off his coat and scarf, struggling as he went about the task.
“Mr Holmes, Sir, please let me help…”
He swung around, shrugging his shoulders, his coat now held on his arms around his elbows, his wide shoulders only accentuated by the white shirt and silk waistcoat that clung to his torso. Whilst distracted you didn’t spot his flailing, one stray arm of his coat socking you around the chin, and although not hurting you, caught you by surprise and knocked you back where you lost your footing and fell on your bottom.
“Ta-da! Done it!” he proclaimed proudly, before spinning around; “Where did you…?”
Climbing to your feet you took the bundle of coat from the floor;
“Ah, there you are Darling, didn’t get you did i?”
“Just a little Mr Holmes. Let me hang this up for you”
As you hung the coat onto the hook near the door you heard a gasp and a soft thud, turning to see Sherlock on his knees before you;
“Mr Holmes!”
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1,060 notes - Posted November 11, 2022
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hi! I stumbled onto your blog after watching Se7en and I cannOT stop thinking abt it, it was incredible! :0 as a fellow David Fincher fan (I also loved gone girl) who hasn’t seen fight club or his other work, how do those movies work thematically in relation to the ones I do know? Just curious abt how he seems to have these huge dark threads of cynicism and critique of modern culture and stuff running through his work :)
hi!! sorry this took me a second to get to!! kind of a long post so i’ll put it under the cut! :))
yeah you are basically spot on, most Fincher’s films have darker themes and plot lines (with the exceptions being ‘mank’ and ‘the social network’, but i would argue these still have dark moments and undertones). you would also be right in saying that a lot of his films critique modern culture, with the most prominent examples being ‘fight club’ and ‘se7en’.
other themes in Fincher’s films are; strong female characters (both protagonist and antagonist) with Ellen Ripley in ‘alien 3’, Amy Dunne in ‘gone girl’ and Lisbeth Slander in ‘the girl with the dragon tattoo’.
obsession is another big theme in Fincher’s films most predominantly shown with the character of Robbert Graysmith in ‘zodiac’ and is obsession over the zodiac murders which leads his to have an estranged relationship with his wife and children, but also with Mark Zuckerberg in ‘the social network’ who’s obsession causes him to betray everyone and end up alone and other characters in his films. (i think ‘the game’ also deals with obsession but i haven’t seen it in a while)
flawed characters are also big in Fincher’s films even when we see from a characters perspective and are forced to align with them, they are almost never either wholly bad or good. for example David Mills in ‘se7en’, he is one of our protagonists and yet he isn’t necessarily a ‘good’ character. he is selfish which is shown by uprooting his and Tracy’s life and moving city’s which she is clearly struggling with, and moving 3? dogs into a small apartment. he is also an impulsive and easily angered character. yet we (as the audience) still empathise with him and accept him as our protagonist. and same goes for basically all his characters eg the narrator in ‘fight club’ and Nick Dunne in ‘gone girl’.
there is also probably SOOO many more that i just cant think of right now. (i also don’t know how well i explained that so i hope i answered your question!!). also i know you didn’t ask for this, but if you liked ‘gone girl’ and ‘se7en’ you would probably like ‘the girl with the dragon tattoo’! (which does have a rape scene in so be aware of that) it has a strong female lead, serial killer elements and is also a social critique in parts!! (it is kind of hard to fully understand the plot on the first watch but it’s SO good). as well as a lot of the crew that worked on ‘gone girl’ also worked on ‘the girl with the dragon tattoo’, including an AMAZING score by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross!! :)
#TY FOR THE ASK!#i hope i answers your question! but if i didn’t my inbox is open lmao!#i would obviously also recommend fight club!!#david fincher#se7en
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#5
Blurred Lines: Part 9
Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader
Genre: Fuckboy AU, Roommate AU, Acquaintances to Lovers AU
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: language
Previous Chapter
For the next week, you avoid Sunwoo like the plague. Once you realized that your distraction attempt did absolutely nothing to squash your apparent growing feelings for the man, you could've cried. Ever since your revelation, you've been thinking about him non-stop and nearly driving yourself crazy. It's like he carved out a little space in your brain and made himself at home. His scent is permanently etched into your nose, and those stupid pouty lips are engraved in your mind.
You were terrified to see him the next morning after you pleasured yourself to thoughts of him. He had opened his mouth to say something to you, but you were out the door before he could get more than a couple of syllables out. The thought that he could've heard you and was going to tease you made you want to disappear quicker than ice cream on a scorching hot day. However, to say you didn't touch yourself again would be a bold-faced lie. You just made sure you were quieter than the first time.
You have no idea what you're going to do about your situation. You can't keep running and hiding from him forever. He'll eventually call you out on it, but also… you just didn't want to anymore. A huge part of you wants to get caught. You want to come clean and tell him your thoughts and feelings, but you already know he doesn't feel the same. He's a flirt, and he's already told one person that he doesn't want a relationship right now.
A sigh of frustration is ripped out of you as you approach the apartment. You eye the building like it's going to give you some clue about what to expect when you walk into your home. Will Sunwoo be there? Is he going to attempt to talk to you for the 20th time? Will he ask you why you've been so skittish lately?
You attempt to collect yourself as you reach your apartment door and unlock it. Everything is fine. Everything is cool. If Sunwoo is home, maybe it's time you finally face the music. Maybe the two of you can sit down and talk…figure out if there's something between you or not.
Releasing the breath you didn't realize you were holding, you push open the door, only to be greeted with one of the last sights you wanted to see.
Minjee is here.
You stare blankly at the two figures on the couch. Minjee is pressed up against Sunwoo with her arms wrapped around one of his. One of her hands rests on top of his muscular thigh, and she is looking up at him adoringly until she realizes they're no longer alone. You don't even notice you're digging your nails into your palms until you feel the stinging pain that alerts you to how tight your fists are clenched. Forcing yourself to relax, you keep the blank expression on your face as you shut the apartment door, but it does nothing to stop the pain you feel in your chest.
Disappointment fills you, but you should've expected this. You knew about his complicated relationship with Minjee. You also knew he wasn't interested in you as more than a friend. Every sign pointed to it going this way. Yet you allowed yourself to hope for a different outcome, anyways.
Sunwoo's face brightens when he sees you. A twinkle enters his eyes, and his lips stretch over his teeth in a wide smile, wiping away the previous dull look that rested there. However, you refuse to let that smile do anything for you. It feels like any forward progress you made disappeared the second Minjee showed back up.
"Hey! You're finally home!" Sunwoo quickly attempts to pull you into a conversation. His eager tone should please you, but you can't get past the image of them being together. You mumble a "yeah", not willing to offer him much more. That doesn't mean he gives up, though.
"Come hang out with us!" He tries again.
Minjee's glare warms up your skin, and you know in her head, she's throwing insult after insult at you. She's probably getting ready to curse the gods if you agree to join whatever it is they're doing. Luckily for her, you have absolutely zero desire to hang out with the two of them.
"No, thanks," you quickly decline. What you miss is Sunwoo's expression falling from his face. You miss the way he so obviously wants you to join them and maybe even save him from the girl latched onto his arm.
You force your feet to move past them, hastily dropping your bag by your bedroom door and going straight to the kitchen. You begin to rifle through the cupboards in search of snacks but keep coming up empty. You realize your eyes aren't really seeing anything, or maybe it's just that your brain isn't computing anything at the moment. It's too busy doing somersaults inside your skull.
Footsteps penetrate the brain fog in your mind, and you glance over as Minjee enters the kitchen. Attempting to not roll your eyes out of your head, you look back into the cupboard to see that your snacks are directly in front of your face. You grab the bag and shut the cupboard as Minjee comes to a stop in front of you.
You stare at her as she smugly looks you over, and you immediately feel all of your energy seep from your body. "Whatever it is, Minjee, I don't want to hear it."
"I know you like him."
Against your will, you freeze in place. You attempt to keep your face neutral, but the task is becoming increasingly harder. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me. It's not cute," she snobbishly says, her perfectly manicured brows scrunching in irritation. "I know you like Sunwoo."
She seems so confident in your feelings that you see no point in trying to deny them. That doesn't mean you're going to confirm anything for her either. Making a move to walk away, you turn and throw a "whatever" over your shoulder.
A tight grip latches onto your arm, and you have to keep yourself from stumbling as she yanks you back around, forcing you to look at her. A sneer sits on her face, but it's nothing compared to the anger simmering inside of you. Just when you think you can no longer be surprised by her audacity, she goes and ups it a level.
"No, it's not whatever because he's mine," she grinds out. "So, stop acting innocent and thinking you're all special because you'll never have a chance with him."
"First of all," you start while grabbing her wrist and ripping her hand off of you. "Don't you ever touch me again. Secondly, he's not yours, so quit acting like you have a claim on him. You're nothing more than a fucktoy to him and everyone else."
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#4
Blurred Lines: Part 3
Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader
Genre: Acquaintances to Lovers, Roommate Au, Fuckboy AU
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: reader overhears Sunwoo having sex, language
Previous Chapter
The cycle you and Sunwoo fall into repeats itself. He brings a random girl over to have sex, the two of you binge-watch your TV show, Minjee comes over to have sex, and then you hang out with your friend group. It's like a neverending revolving door of girls and friends, and you have no idea how you ended up on this rollercoaster of a ride. A part of you feels like you're getting whiplash whenever you come home because you never know what to expect. Will Sunwoo be there by himself? Will Minjee be there? Some random girl? It's always a surprise for you.
Over the past couple of weeks, you've seen two different sides to Sunwoo. When he's with the other girls, he's indifferent, careless, and only focused on their bodies. He's, kind of, a dick. When he's with you, it's almost like he lets his guard down, like he lets his player image melt away. He's caring, considerate, and there's, almost, a childlike excitement to him. He lets himself not worry about how others are going to see him.
The entire thing makes you confused. You're trying to figure out who he's putting on a show for and why. Is he really this kind boy who feels the need to act a certain way in front of others? Or is he putting on a show for you because he's worried you'll kick him to the curb? You hope it's the former because you've come to thoroughly enjoy his presence when it's just the two of you.
Minjee has been the worst part of him staying with you. She randomly drops by whenever she feels like it - like they're actually dating - and she makes her hate for you clear. Before, you could stay out of her way and forget she even existed. Out of sight, out of mind. Now, it seems like you see her every time you turn around.
The snide comments she makes to you as you pass her in the kitchen are enough to get under your skin. The need she feels to comment on your appearance or your clothes is beyond you. It's almost like she thinks if she can say the right thing, she can get you to move out. Like she doesn't understand that it's your apartment, or she just doesn't care.
There have been multiple times where you've overheard her making comments to Sunwoo about him staying with you. She doesn't think it's normal that he's sleeping in the same apartment as some random girl. She’s even made several comments about him moving in with her instead like she's not some random girl herself. Sunwoo always brushes off the comments or changes the subject which makes you laugh. It's exactly what he gets for having a carousel of girls.
A part of you likes the idea of him moving in with her because then you would no longer have to see her. You could push the horrible memory and imagery of Minjee out of your mind. Another part of you, though - a part you'll never admit to - hates the thought of it because you've grown to like having Sunwoo around. It's nice to have someone home with you sometimes, even if he's not always alone.
The apartment door shuts with a slam, pulling you from your thoughts. You blink a few times as you stare down at the open textbook in front of you. The words are a little blurry for a moment until you focus your eyes. How long have you been sitting here thinking about Sunwoo and his harem of girls?
A laugh echoes throughout the apartment, and you roll your eyes when you recognize it as Minjee. Great. Another night of this shit… These are the nights where you're almost ready to pay Sunwoo to move in with her.
A part of you swears you could strangle Hyunjae for telling Minjee where you live. The man is lucky you haven't seen him since you found out it was him who gave her Sunwoo's new address. Also, why can't they ever go to her place? Why do they always have to come here?
Minjee's laugh continues. You hear Sunwoo trying to shush her, but he might as well be talking to a deaf hyena. It's almost like him trying to get her to be quiet spurs her on even more. Her laugh becomes slightly higher and more obnoxious, or maybe your impatience with her is just finally getting to you.
You grab your headphones that are conveniently placed next to you on your desk from the last time and plug them into your phone. You immediately pull up a random playlist and blast it into your ears because you know exactly what comes next. All they do is have sex, and you're tired of listening to it. They never talk or just hang out. She probably doesn't even know anything about Sunwoo. There's no substance to whatever it is they have. No matter how hard Minjee tries to force it.
Looking back down at your textbook, you try to focus your mind on studying, but in between the beats and melodies of the song you're listening to, something else reaches your ears.
"Oh, my god!"
You freeze in your chair as the words rattle around in your brain before quickly reaching up and attempting to adjust your headphones. In the meantime, more moaned words greet your ears.
"Fuck, Sunwoo, baby, you feel so good!"
You feel your body deflate as you try to move your headphones in a way that'll cancel out the sounds around you. Irritation burns within as you find yourself in yet another awkward situation. Usually, Minjee is annoyingly loud, but your headphones have always been able to drown out her irritating sounds. This time, however, it's almost like your headphones aren't even working anymore.
Pulling the headphones out of your ear, you attempt to hum along with the song that’s playing as you examine the small electronic pieces. Your first thought is that they somehow broke, but they look perfectly fine to you.
"Yes, Sunwoo! Right there!"
Minjee's screams - and yes, that's what they are - pierce your ears, and you aggressively shove your headphones back into your eardrums. You turn the music up a little louder, but the volume hurts your ears, and you have to debate if going deaf is worth not having to listen to Minjee being obnoxiously loud.
A part of you is almost afraid that your neighbors are going to call the police in fear that someone's being murdered in your apartment. You glance over at Sunwoo's wall and wonder if you should bang on it and tell them to be quiet. Then again, the extreme smug satisfaction that you imagine would be present on Minjee's face keeps you glued to your seat.
It's almost like she's being loud on purpose. Like she wants you to know what she and Sunwoo are doing and that she's the one sleeping with him, not you. Though, you wonder if she knows she's not the only one sleeping with him. Maybe she wouldn't be acting so pathetic right now if she did. Besides, you've never even shown interest in Sunwoo. You don't have feelings for him, so she can keep playing her games with herself.
The next afternoon, you meet up with Sophia in your usual spot in the quad. The warm sun has her leaning back against the table with her face tipped up to the sky. She looks like she's attempting to soak up as much Vitamin D as possible. You follow her pose and sit down in the seat next to her, eyes falling closed when the warmth hits your face. You could use a boost of sunshine yourself.
"Hello, my lovely friend."
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267 notes - Posted January 23, 2022
#3
I Still Love You...
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Female Reader
Genre: Angst, Exes to Lovers AU
Word Count: 6.8k
Warnings: pure pain awaits you 😅😅 good luck?
Summary: At the time, it seemed like the smartest decision when you and Baekhyun broke up. You deeply loved each other, but priorities and life were against you, and being together became too hard.
Coming face-to-face with him half a year later, reveals how deep your feelings still are for him, and you're terrified that you'll never be able to move on from him... or that you'll even want to in the end.
Notes: *inspired by this drabble* *italicized parts are flashbacks* *listen to Baekhyun's song Love Again to suffer even more* *Lastly, Happy birthday, Baek!!*
Laughter fills the air as your group of friends tease each other. Focusing mostly on the elusive host of the quickly planned get-together you're attending, Yixing smiles good-naturedly as he willingly takes the jokes being thrown his way. An overwhelming sense of happiness floods you as you watch them all. This is how things should be. You and the people you love relaxing and enjoying life together.
It's been way too long since this group of people has been together like this. Where you've all managed to get away from work and school, and Yixing was able to take time off and fly back to you guys. With Yixing being in a different country, it's hard to come across moments like this, so you cherish them and hold onto them for dear life.
There's just one integral piece of your community missing. If you have to guess, he's probably going to show up any second. Baekhyun never misses it when Yixing comes to town. No matter how busy he is.
Your heart flutters at the thought of seeing your ex again. Of seeing his bright smile grace his face as he laughs at something one of you says. You take a calming breath as you think about Baekhyun and remember that things are different now. That beautiful smile he always sent your way was no longer yours to receive. That reminder alone nearly breaks your heart all over again.
Yixing's laughter greets your ears again, and you pull yourself out of your thoughts to study his face. The pure joy you see on it helps you make a decision you didn't realize you were contemplating. Tonight, you'll push aside the feelings you still have for Baekhyun. You'll pretend that you're fine and unhurt just to keep those smiles on your friends' faces. To not cloud over their night with your angst.
You'll ignore him as much as you can and try to forget about how you're still completely in love with him. How you're actually excited to see him. To see his eyes sparkle as he animatedly speaks to everyone.
After the breakup, you had tried to move on from Baekhyun. You pushed yourself to go on dates - to try to connect with other people - but it just didn't work. You found yourself comparing all of your dates to him and wishing it was him across from you instead of these random strangers. You wished it was Baekhyun sending you good night texts or showing up at your door with flowers, and you felt bad for those poor souls who tried to capture your attention. Unfortunately, your mind was stuck on one person.
A knocking sound on the front door fills the room, and your heart beats wildly in your chest. Yixing gets up from his seat to answer it, and you do your best not to turn around and watch. A chorus of greetings surrounds you as the door opens. Soon, everyone is yelling some variation of hello towards the newcomer. You turn your head toward the door, unable to stand it anymore, and your heart nearly stops as you take in Baekhyun in all his glory. A giant smile is present on his face when he sees Yixing and everyone else behind him.
Somehow, you find yourself anxiously sitting on some stranger’s couch all thanks to your best friend Dabin. The people around you are all very nice and seem lovely, but you've never been good at first meetings. You'd consider yourself an introvert when being introduced to new people, and it took a while to get out of your shell. The only reason you're here is because Dabin is finally meeting her boyfriend's friends, and she dragged you along for moral support.
A knock on the door slightly startles you, and you glance around the room wondering how many more people could possibly be showing up. There are already like 15 of you here. You turn to see who else has just arrived and when your eyes focus on one man, your breath is taken away. He's gorgeous… and the way he lively greets the host enchants you…
You swallow, trying to wet your dry throat as you silently watch him enter the home like he owns the place. Everyone shouts greetings or cheers as he approaches, clearly happy to see him. You feel a part of yourself shrinking as you take in his larger-than-life persona.
His eyes survey the room as he greets everyone, and when they fall on you, they light up with interest. He sends you a sweet smile that has your heart stuttering, and you know right then that this man is trouble.
"Y/N, this is our friend, Baekhyun."
Chanyeol’s voice still replays in your mind as you watch the same scenario unfold before your eyes. There's only one difference this time.
Baekhyun's not alone. His new girlfriend is with him.
Dabin had already warned you about her existence and the possibility that she'd be here tonight, so you were prepared for the most part. Dabin told you they've been together for a month and that it was still relatively new, but that didn't make it hurt any less. That did not mean that it didn't suck seeing them together.
Forcing a light smile on your face, you allow yourself to meet Baekhyun's eyes. They brighten as they find you, much like they did the first time, but that luminesce quickly disappears after a moment. You can see he's holding himself back and making it clear that you're nothing but an old friend. Someone important, but not important enough.
He offers you a small smile in return before his hand reaches toward his girlfriend, and he finds her fingers. If you could crawl further into your body, you would, but you try not to let that show as your gaze falls to her.
She's stunning. A piece of art that looks perfect besides Baekhyun, and from everything Dabin has told you about her, it seems like her personality matches. Good. Baekhyun deserves someone that'll treat him magnificently. He deserves happiness.
The quiet murmurs behind you make you realize that everyone is watching this moment. Even if they're attempting to be subtle - which, you know if you turn around, they're anything but - it feels like the room is collectively holding its breath. They all knew this moment was coming, but none of them knew how to properly approach it, including Baekhyun, who looks just as hesitant as you feel.
His girlfriend steps toward you, breaking the tension in the room and pulling your attention to her. She holds her hand out to you and introduces herself, breaking Baekhyun out of his stupor, so he can finish the introduction.
You lightly shake her hand, seeing no ill-will or malice in her gaze, and find yourself relaxing a bit. When you give her a genuine smile, you visibly see her shoulders relax. Obviously, she's extremely nervous to be meeting all of his friends like this. You knew exactly how that felt, so you didn't need to add any extra stress for her as the ex. You can put on a fake smile and pretend to be happy for their sake as well.
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269 notes - Posted May 6, 2022
#2
Blurred Lines: Part 2
Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader
Genre: Acquaintances to Lovers, Roommate AU, Fuckboy AU
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: reader overhears Sunwoo having sex, language
Previous Chapter
While you head home from your night class, an unexpected excitement fills you as you think about seeing Sunwoo. Ever since the two of you hung out that night, you've noticed Sunwoo trying to be more engaging with you. His attempts at building a friendship have made you realize that him becoming your roommate might not be so bad. It might bring you some new energy that you haven't realized you've been craving until now.
It surprises you that you can see yourself developing a friendship with him, and maybe makes you feel a bit shameful. Admittedly, you haven't really made an effort to be friends with Kevin and Eric's friend group, and maybe you should change that. You could be holding yourself back from a lot of great friendships.
With a growing smile on your face, you begin to make the trek up the sidewalk to your apartment. Thoughts of maybe starting that show you've been talking about with Sunwoo fill your head as you wonder if he's home. While you come to a stop in front of your apartment door to grab your keys, you try to figure out why you're excited to hang out with him and when this odd flip occurred.
Sliding the key into the lock, you twist the handle and push open the door. Your eyes scan the living room, and when they come to a stop on the couch, your excitement immediately dissipates. There, sitting on the cushy, black furniture with some random girl straddling his lap, is Sunwoo. The pair is in such a heated and deep makeout session, they don't even notice your presence.
Ripping your eyes away from them, you shut the apartment door. The couple jumps apart at the sound and looks over at you, but you can barely glance in their direction. The image of her hands buried in his hair and his hands grinding her body against him refuses to leave your head.
Somehow, in the last couple of weeks, you've forgotten Sunwoo's reputation. You've allowed yourself to forget that, in his heart, he's a fuckboy.
"Hey," Sunwoo says, slightly pushing the girl off his lap like they weren't just about to have sex on your couch. "Welcome home!"
With a slight nod, you say, "Sorry for ruining your fun."
"You didn't ruin anything," he tells you, flashing a small smile your way. His black curls lay messily against his forehead, and you want to smack him for being attractive at a time like this. "How was your class?"
Your eyes land on the girl pouting next to him. The messy hair that frames her face and her swollen red lips tell you they've been at it for a while, and when she catches your stare, she sends you a nasty look. With a small scoff at her behavior, you focus back on Sunwoo and, with a dull tone, say, "Same stuff, different day."
Sunwoo lightly nibbles on his bottom lip as he notices your tone - likely feeling awkward about the situation - but then the girl next to him wraps her hands around his arm to get his attention back on her.
"Sunwoo," she whines in a cutesy voice. "Let's go to your room for some privacy."
She shoots you a look as she says the last words, and you roll your eyes. You couldn't care less that she doesn't like you here. It's your freaking apartment.
Sunwoo looks over at her, and when you see her bite her lip and give him her best sultry eyes, you decide that's enough for you. You kick your shoes off by the door and begin to head to your room. Sunwoo looks like he wants to say something, but his girl is done with not getting his attention.
With a glance behind you, you see her get up to her feet and pull Sunwoo up from the couch. His eyes fall down to her as he stands up and a slow smile begins to grow on his face as she drags him towards his room. The awkwardness he felt about being caught is replaced by lust once again.
You hear the door shut behind them as you head into your room and follow suit. At least, you'll have two shut doors between you as they do whatever it is they're about to do. You swing your backpack towards the corner of your room and drop down onto your bed with a sigh. Okay. New plan. Tonight, we'll avoid doing homework by doing what we usually do - waste time on YouTube.
Putting on your pajamas and booting up your laptop, you get yourself settled amongst your cozy blankets and pillows for a quiet night when you hear it. The sounds that let you know your night is about to be anything but quiet.
Your eyes immediately go to the bedroom wall Sunwoo and you share. The wall you failed to take into account when you shut your bedroom door to block out the noise. Feminine moans reach your ears, and your entire body freezes for a moment.
When you do break out of your trance, you quickly open up YouTube and click on the first video you see. It doesn't even matter what it is. You just need a noise blocker immediately. Turning the volume up obnoxiously loud, it helps drown out the moans until the bed squeaks and the thumping of the bed hitting the wall greets your ears.
Jumping up from your bed, you race to your backpack and dig out your headphones. Pushing them near painfully deep in your ears, you go back to your laptop and jam them into the headphone jack, nearly deafening yourself in the process. The squeaks and moans get drowned out, but now that you're calming down, awkwardness seeps into your system.
You feel awkward that you're overhearing them have sex, and that leads you to feeling mad that they're making you feel awkward in your own damn apartment. This is exactly what you dreaded about Sunwoo living with you. The exact reason you didn't want the fuckboy around your space. Frustration slams into you as you realize you're stuck in your room with your headphones in for the rest of the night.
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The next day, as you walk up to the café that you're having lunch with Sophia at, you're still grumbling to yourself about the events that unfolded last night. Your hands come up to rub your sore ears which just adds fuel to your griping. You couldn't believe you had to fall asleep with headphones in.
Sighing, you walk into the café and quickly spot Sophia in the front corner. She waves and smiles when she sees you, but the greeting slowly fades when she sees the annoyed look on your face. You sit down and try to wipe away your negativity. It's not Sophia's fault that you had to listen to Sunwoo have sex half the night. Well, it kind of is, but you're not going to take your frustration out on her.
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304 notes - Posted January 7, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Blurred Lines Masterlist
Having one of your universities fuckboys become your roommate is the last thing you expect ...that is until you realize you're falling for him.
Now, you have to navigate the rude snob trying to be his girlfriend, an ex that isn't thrilled about you moving on, and feelings for a man that you're unsure can even reciprocate them.
*COMPLETED*
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 8 (Sunwoo's POV)
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14 (M)
Final
Short side stories:
Hiding in the Woods
The Campfire Scene
612 notes - Posted February 5, 2022
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#my entire year was Blurred Lines and Sunwoo lol#my top tag being blurred lines love bc you guys are so amazing 😭😭 i love yall#then shenanigans with quaaacky and sehunnieshunnie 🤧🤧
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#5
Only Yours - drabble | myj [m]
- Pairing: Yoonji x reader
- Genre: Smut, pwp
- Word Count: 1.3k
- Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, use of sex toys, oral (female recieving), dom yoonji, possessive yoonji, breast/nipple play, teasing, begging, bondage, sensory deprivation? Blindfold, gender bend yoongi?, use of sex machine
- Summary: Your girlfriend has a surprise waiting for you.
A/N: Sorry this took forever! It is unedited, but @ana-rose1 did beta for me because she's the greatest. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think? Read the story this is based off of here.
“Yoonji, what is going on?” you giggle as your girlfriend leads you through your shared apartment.
She had insisted on blindfolding you the moment you got home, telling you she had a huge surprise waiting for you. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she had that evil smile on her face; the one she had when she was about to do something bad.
“You’ll see, we’re almost there,” she assures, her voice becoming lower, her hot breath fanning against your ear.
Your body alights with shivers, her firm grip on your hips intoxicating you as she leads you down the hallway.
“Ready, babygirl?” Her voice is taunting, her fingertips traveling slowly up your sides and to the blindfold, peeling it from your eyes and allowing your vision to be restored.
You look around the room, letting your eyes focus. That’s when you see it. The object on the floor, resembling a mechanical horse saddle; a Sybian.
“Yoonji?”
“Mmm… do you like it?” She asks, letting her warm breath fan over your neck as she begins peppering kisses along your exposed skin.
“I… it looks fun.”
Yoonji chuckles from behind you, her fingers dancing along your skin as she runs them down your arms. Her tender actions cause you to lower your guard, which is why you gasp aloud when she yanks your arms behind your back, knocking you into her body with her rough movements.
You try to peer behind you but Yoonji has you pressed so tight against her that you can’t. Her nimble fingers move between your bodies and you realize she’s tying your hands behind your back with silk. Your heart begins hammering in your chest, wondering what your girlfriend has in store for you.
“Mmm.. my baby is already excited, isn’t she? I can hear you breathing harder,” she coos into your ear, using your arms to lead you towards the sex machine, “figured my girl deserved to be the first to try our new toy after the rough week you’d had.”
Yoonji squats in front of you, hooking her thumbs into your skirt and panties, pulling them both down at once, sucking in a breath at the sight of your arousal coating your underwear.
“Wet already? You’re such a little slut, always ready to be stuffed with some cock, aren’t you?”
You whimper indignantly and nibble on your lip, but Yoonji only chuckles at your display. She guides you over to the machine, allowing you to get a better look and grabs some lube even though you were soaked, just to be safe, and coats the dildo attachment in it.
“It comes with different attachments, but since this is your first time, I thought I’d go easy on you,” she smiles as you eye the average sized dildo.
“What other ones does it come with?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, pretty girl.”
You clench your thighs at her authoritative tone and the promise held in it. Yoonji gets down on her knees and trails her fingers along your thighs and your outer folds, teasing you.
“Do you think this tight little pussy can take that? Or should I stretch you out a little first…?”
“Please, Yoonji.”
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86 notes - Posted June 22, 2022
#4
One.
Taehyung never intended for things to go this far. He didn’t mean to get so caught up in you, but he had been captivated by you from the very first moment his eyes landed on your bright smile. You stood from your chair when his new manager introduced him to you, stating that you’d be working closely together from now on. Your eyes were so kind when you reached for his hand and shook it, your skin so soft. Taehyung could barely breathe in your shining presence, his eyes roaming over your features quickly, committing them to memory.
“Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I’m Y/N. I’m excited to work together.”
The way your lips moved when you spoke had Taehyung in a trance, wondering idly how they’d feel pressed against his own or wrapped around his cock… He shook the thoughts from his head and returned your enthusiasm, shaking your hand and sending you his most charming smile.
“I can’t wait,” he’d told you.
That night he’d searched you up on Instagram, scrolling through your profile in an attempt to learn more about you. Of course, you didn’t have it on private. You were so sweet, so naive, and trusting. Taehyung sighed to himself, you needed someone to watch over you, to protect you from those who might want to do you wrong. His gaze flickered over your third most recent picture before it narrowed.
The photo stared back at him, taunting him. A man stood next to you, giving the camera a half-smile, minimal effort, while your soft, supple lips were pressed against the man’s cheek. Taehyung felt sick to his stomach. How dare this man not treat you like a queen? He clearly didn’t care about you, not even enough to smile for a photograph. If that were him, he’d have pulled you closer, smiled the brightest smile, done a whole photoshoot for you. He would treat you better. That man didn’t deserve you.
He knew he needed to be subtle about this, moving too fast or coming on too strong would scare you away and ruin everything. Baby steps. Patience. Taehyung could be patient, for you. He could do anything for you, the girl with the contagious smile and the most beautiful voice, every word that left your lips his new favorite sound. He continued to scroll through your social media, writing down notes on the things you liked, the places you frequented. He noticed a quaint little coffee shop in several of your tagged photos, was it near your house?
He’d find out soon enough, but for now, he decided to print out his favorite photo from your Instagram and pin it to his board along with his notes. Some might find his methods strange, but Taehyung found that the board helped him to organize his thoughts, to plan better. His plan had to be flawless, he couldn’t afford to make a mistake and let you slip away. He wouldn’t let that happen. He was going to make you his.
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The next morning you arrived to work 15 minutes late, hair disheveled, and un-caffeinated. Somehow, your alarm clock had been turned off and didn’t wake you on time, so you barely had time to throw your hair in a messy bun, change into work attire, and run out the door. You didn’t even have time to stop for coffee, your caffeine headache already starting to creep in. You put your head down on your desk, whimpering quietly. A shadow appeared, blocking the fluorescent lights from assaulting your vision and you glanced up to see Taehyng. You sat up straighter and fixed your wrinkled blouse, greeting him with a half-hearted smile.
“Good morning, Taehyung. How are you?”
“Better than you, it looks like,” he chuckled before setting down a cup of coffee in front of you - your favorite kind from your favorite cafe!
“Oh my god! My hero!”
You gushed, immediately taking the warm drink into your hands and inhaling the soothing scent before pressing the lid to your lips and taking a drink. The hot liquid slid down your throat and your soul immediately felt peace, a satisfied sigh escaping .
Taehyung smiled to himself, watching you with amusement, “rough morning?”
“The roughest,” you whined, “but you just made it all better. Thank you so much, Taehyung!”
“You can call me Tae,” he smiled encouragingly, “and it’s no problem. I figured if we’re going to be working together, it would be good to start off on the right foot.”
“You don’t know how much I appreciate you, I’ll pay you back for this,” you promised, reaching for your purse but Taehyung’s hand reached out to stop your movements.
“Don’t worry about it, really.”
“Well, thank you, Tae,” you smiled gratefully and hearing his nickname fall from your shiny lips had Taehyung’s heart whirring to life, the small droplet of coffee traveling down your chin to the valley of your breasts causing his dick to twitch as well. He shifted, trying to subtly hide his boner. He smiled at you and walked back over to his desk before his problem became noticeable, his heart beating erratically in his chest.
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Later in the day, it had been slow for about an hour and you were losing your mind sitting silently at your desk trying to find something to do. You glanced over at Taehyung who sighed and blew a piece of hair out of his face before checking the time. You stood and walked over to him, plopping your bottom down on his desk and smiling down at him.
“Hey, Tae.”
“Y/N, hello. How are you?”
“Bored out of my mind. I hate it when I get stuck waiting for replies and have to wait to move forward,” you whined,
“So I thought I’d come keep you company in the meantime.”
“I’m honored to help ease your boredom,” he smirked playfully.
You giggled and peeked over the documents he was working on, scrunching your nose in distaste.
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105 notes - Posted September 3, 2022
#3
Toxic Masterlist
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Summary: Taehyung would do anything to make you his. Stalker!Taehyung
Warnings: yandere behavior, toxic behavior, manipulation, obsession, stalking, isolation, nonconsensual pornography,
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is NOT healthy behavior. This is not okay. If someone ever tries to treat you like this, RUN or use resources like these :
Victim Connect Resource Center
Crisis Text Line
Love Is Respect Helpline: 1-866-331-9474.
National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233.
169 notes - Posted September 3, 2022
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Toxic: Teaser
Summary: Taehyung would do anything to make you his.
Teaser Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: yandere, toxic behavior, obsession, stalking, nonconsensual pornography, phone sex, masturbation, use of stolen panties?
Taehyung had just stepped out of the shower when his phone rang. He groaned and trudged over to answer it, his eyebrows raising along with the corner of his lip when he saw your name flash across the screen. Ever since he’d come to your rescue that night at your apartment, you’d been contacting him more, wanting to be around him more. You’d visit his desk more often, coming up with questions you already knew the answer to, creating problems and asking him for help because IT takes way too long.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Tae. What are you up to?”
“Just got out of the shower, so I'm about to get dressed. You?”
You paused, the mental image of him in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, hanging low and exposing his v-line, droplets of water slowly dripping down his tanned skin… you swallowed.
“Just bored. I was wondering… nah, nevermind it’s dumb,” you backtracked, suddenly too nervous to follow through with your plan.
“No, what is it?” He pressed.
“I was wondering if… maybe you could just talk to me? I just want to hear your voice. Tell me a story or something?” You bit your lip nervously waiting for a reply.
“Okay,” he agreed easily, pulling up the footage from the teddy bear he’d given you.
You were in bed, nothing but a sports bra and a flimsy pair of pajama shorts that clung to your thighs like Taehyung wanted to cling to them.
“When I was in high school, I had this friend who really liked magic,” Taehyung began, attempting to entertain you while watching closely to your reactions.
“Mhm,” you encouraged, your hand coming up to knead at your breast.
Taehyung’s eyes widened, momentarily pausing before he continued the story.
“He would do card tricks every day at lunch, but they never actually worked,” he continued.
You listened, not responding, holding the phone to your ear with one hand and kneading your breast with the other, occasionally pinching and pulling at your nipple. Soon, you discarded the fabric covering your tits altogether, biting back a moan while you kneaded and pinched while listening to Taehyung speak. The soft timbre of his low voice just did things to you and you couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy he had sounded the previous Friday when he presented his PowerPoint to your boss. The way he licked his lips while he spoke, the way his body moved with so much power. You whimpered out loud and Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat.
“Sorry, stubbed my toe, go ahead,” you lied, putting yourself on mute to avoid any further distractions. You put Taehyung on speaker and laid the phone by your head while you shimmied off your sleep shorts, revealing your bare pussy to Taehyung’s hungry eyes, unbeknownst to you of course. You played with your outer lips for a bit before slipping a finger inside and collecting your arousal, spreading it along your pussy, biting your lip at the feeling of the lubrication gliding over your clit.
It took everything inside of Taehyung, every ounce of self control he possessed to keep his cool and pretend he didn’t know what you were doing to yourself, using him to get yourself off. He swallowed thickly and kept talking, his eyes trained on you while you rubbed your finger in circles around your bundle of nerves before sliding it inside your heat. You moaned, which Taehyung heard through the one Bluetooth earpiece he’d connected to his computer so he could listen to you without getting caught while you listened to him. His cock was throbbing with need but he couldn’t distract himself, he had to play it cool.
You gasped and your back arched off your bed while you pleasured yourself to the sound of Taehyung’s voice. You blindly reached towards your bedside table for your vibrator, quickly inserting it inside yourself and imagining Taehyung’s shaft was buried inside you instead. You whimpered his name and it nearly sent Taehyung into cardiac arrest, sucking in a stunned breath. You froze, sitting up and asking if he could hear you, but he just continued the story as if nothing happened. You melted with relief, sliding the toy back inside your heat and groaning, turning the volume up on your phone so it sounded like he was speaking right into your ear.
“Turns out he was super good at the disappearing rabbit trick though, kinda turned him into a girl magnet believe it or not,” he told you while you pressed the vibrator deeper inside, your body beginning to shake.
“Fuck, yeah, Taehyung, right there! Oh Tae!”
Your moans were music to Taehyung’s ears, he couldn’t believe he was the one causing them. He only wished he could be there in person to cause them, show you how good he could make you feel. But you weren’t ready yet. You would come to him (and for him) soon. You were on your way. You screamed out his name as your orgasm washed over you and Taehyung whimpered quietly to himself, but if you could hear him, you gave no indication of it, falling to your bed with a thud and panting heavily.
“Then during the talent show he did that trick where you cut someone in half,” he kept talking, pretending he didn’t know what you had just done, and you closed your eyes with a smile, just listening to the vibrato of his voice for a while.
Soon, the story was over and you were almost asleep, content and happy after a wonderful masturbation session.
“Did you get what you needed from me?” Taehyung asked, his tone slightly darker, almost seductive.
“W-what?” You asked, your heart thumping erratically. Had he heard you touching yourself and calling out his name? Surely not. You had muted. You had checked!
“Did you get what you needed? Whatever you called for?” He rephrased, evening his tone out.
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My #1 post of 2022
- Pairing: jungkook x reader
- Genre: Smut, pwp
- Word Count:~ 1.3k
- Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, degradation (use of names like slut, whore) , pet names, public sex, dirty talk, oral (female recieving), marking, dom jungkook, multiple orgasms, cream pie, light breast/nipple play, teasing, cum eating
Note: this is unedited, the banner done on mobile, I wrote it in like 15 minutes because a show got to me lol
- Summary: you can never resist jungkook
You absentmindedly wiped down counters, your mind drifting away from you as you recalled the events that had unfolded the previous week. You couldn’t shake the image from your mind of Jungkook with his arms wrapped around someone else. You shook your head, trying to dissipate the images and continued to work. Even though it was a marriage of convenience, he was engaged! Even if he didn’t love her, didn’t he owe her the respect of being faithful? Your mind wandered to the illicit activities you’d participated in, unknowingly making yourself the other woman. Your core clenched at the memory of Jungkook’s face between your thighs and you forced down a whimper. It was like you could still smell his cologne… suddenly, you were pressed up against a wall, two thick, veiny, tattooed arms caging you in. You looked up and locked eyes with Jungkook.
“Hello, Princess,” he purred, his eyes alight with adrenaline as if he were a predator who’d finally cornered its prey.
“Jungkook,” you breathed in disbelief, “what are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you. You’ve been ignoring my calls,” he frowned, one of his hands coming up to stroke your cheek gently.
“Jungkook, you’re engaged!”
You used the opportunity to slip from the wall and back away from him, trying to put distance between your bodies and clear your head from his intoxicating scent. All you wanted was to reach up and wind your fingers into his hair but you forced yourself to step back. Jungkook was never one to give up easily though, immediately trailing after you with cautious, calculated steps.
“You know that’s just for business, babygirl. She means nothing to me.”
“Still, this is wrong, we can’t-“
Jungkook pounced, taking your momentary distraction as opportunity and caging you in once more, his nose gently running up your neck as he inhaled before planting a single kiss against the skin there.
“Fuck, you smell so good, Princess. This doesn’t feel wrong to me.”
“Your fiancée-“
“Is a greedy bitch who’s probably doing the same thing right now.”
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My first fic??
((So basically this is me just throwing out a random fic for my new blog, If anyone has any asks feel free to send them, I'll be putting up the fandoms I'll write for, as well as using characters I create like the one in this story!! if it's wanted I might make a background for him or whatever, but this is an oc of mine with you, the reader, who is mentioned to be female, but doesn't have any female specific anatomy mentions. This is based off the song Glimpse of us by Joji, and TW for suicide and angsty feels. 1377 words.))
Here you were, standing alone again in this sweet sweet hotel room. It was dingy. Old, smelled like crap, and the bed was littered with cigarette stains. How you got here was simple, really. You and Eren had known each other since you moved into your college dorms. It wasn’t even really a friendship, if anything you two were acquaintances. Though slowly you began to talk more as you passed each other in the halls, giggles and smiles being all it was.
As time went on, within a month or two you had graduated, and you both went your separate ways, forgetting about that unseen crush. Only a few years later did you two meet again, him being the cutest barista you’d ever seen. And you…being that girl he remembered. Once you got talking, you would come by every week, and barely a few months into knowing him, you fell in love. And you thought he loved you too. Thought. You both began dating, and in your eyes he was perfect, cute smile, that fluffy auburn hair and chocolatey eyes were everything. The way he’d wake you with a kiss on the shoulder, squeezing you before he hesitated. You didn’t fail to notice the way he’d almost whisper the name of another woman. You always heard his, and you felt his sorrow. But you pushed it deep down, with how in love you were.
Before you knew it he had asked you to move in, your devotion pushing you to agree as you sold you apartment and moved all your things. It was perfect, for you at least. Slowly as you were together you could see the way he wouldn’t meet your eye. Everyone could see how much you loved him. And how much he didn’t love you. But that didn’t matter to you, you wanted him to want you..to need you. Because you needed him. You’d never had good experiences with exes, constantly getting cheated on, or them just falling out of love. Everytime it hurt, but this time you loved him too much. And you two did have wonderful moments. Like those times he would pepper kisses along your collarbone, he wouldhug you from behind and refuse to look at you. When you two would long for and touch each other sensually, it was wonderful. But only in those moments. You didn’t want to believe it when you looked into his eyes and didn’t see love.
Now here you were, pushing everything down to tell yourself he did love you. It sent you into a spiral of emotions. Crying yourself to sleep, anxiety that he would leave you. The thought of being alone again, and not being able to be with the man you loved had your palms aching, and your heart beating out of your chest. Sometimes you felt like you couldn’t breath. It had been about 8 months of being in a relationship. You only grew more attached and in love with him, and he’d only grown to look sadder and guiltier. You were practically spending every minute alone, that image still stuck in your mind. Eren hadn’t come home that night. He’d always come home, and so you got worried, running out in barely pajamas to find him in the pouring and muddy rain. The sky was dark, and you could only make out his figure under a street light, moving to run to him before you saw a small delicate figure in front of him, Eren leaning ever so slightly so he could cup her face.
You could see tears streaming down his face, and hers too. But the biggest thing you could see from both of them was love. There was so much love in his eyes, it was plain as daylight. He never looked at you that way. And from your place on the opposite end of the street, clothes and hair soaked with water, you could barely hear him say to her, “Sometimes I look in her eyes, and that’s where I find a glimpse of us. And…I try to fall for her touch, but Ally I’m thinking of the way that it was. I-I said I was fine, and said I moved on…but I’m just passing time in her arms.” You just stood there, white noise ringing in your head as you stared at the two. That sweet shine in your eye wasn’t from your happiness anymore, but from the mix of salty tears and rainwater falling down your flushed cheeks. You knew he loved her. Not you. He didn’t love you the way you loved him. And so you turned away, shoulders slumped as you slowly walked inside.
Of course you didn’t confront him. Confronting him meant being left alone, and not being able to love each other. You loved his family as well, and they loved you. You knew his brother was getting married, and you were both invited to it. You’d dressed up nicely, and Eren looked so handsome. You told him that. He told you you looked beautiful, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes when he’d said it. So you both went, him seeming so happy when you moved away to get a drink, and you masking that sadness behind a beautiful smile. Their wedding was amazing, the dance floor opening up after the bride and groom had had their own dance. You asked Eren to dance, and he’d hesitantly agreed. So there you were, his warm hands on your waist, and yours wrapped around his shoulders as you locked eyes with him. And then you began to cry. Soft streams of tears fell down your cheeks, your makeup ruined as you both stared at each other.
You could see beads of tears forming in his eyes. Your face was scrunched up in pain, trying to hold in the sniffles as you smiled wearily at him. “You don’t love me, do you.” You whispered softly, moving a delicate hand to wipe away his tears. “..No.” Was all the man whispered, your heart shattering in your chest. Wiping away your own tears, you moved to wrap your arms around him, squeezing tightly to savour that moment. “I’m sorry I wasn’t her.” Was all you said quietly, slowly pulling away as you walked away from him and out to reception, your face and entire head a mess. And that’s how you ended up in this motel room, sobbing from the depths of your body as you held yourself in a ball. The pain hurt so bad. It was another man, another man who just couldn’t love you. Every time you’d gotten over a relationship, you’d beat yourself up over it. Wonder what was wrong with you, why they couldn’t love you. And this time, you’d come to the conclusion that you were unlovabble.
Eren hadn’t heard from you for a day or two, and he hadn’t seen you come by for your stuff. The day after the wedding he had met up with Ally, and he had told her how much he still loved her. She had left a lingering kiss on his lips but just shook her head, telling him she’d moved on. He’d lost her, and he’d lost you. Yes, he may not have loved you because he wasn’t over Ally, but you were an amazing person in every way. He cared for you deeply, and now you were gone too. Your family hadn’t heard from you either, and filed a missing persons report. That same day they found your body rotting away in the bed of that motel room. A cleaning lady had found your body when she went to clean your room, screaming loud enough to attract a crowd of people who then called the police. You have over dosed on a drug called paracetamol, and it was self induced. Your family had planned your funeral, all deep in a wave of sorrow. Eren didn’t come. He moved away only a week later, continuing to blame himself for your death all his life. A year later he passed away as well, not being able to live with the guilt, and knowing he’d never be with the loved of his life, who was married, and was on her way to giving birth,
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Corpse’s Girl
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Derogatory Terms
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Summary: Y/N’s life as a regular college student is forever stripped away from her when her relationship with the famous YouTuber Corpse Husband is accidentally revealed during an online class of hers. How will she cope with the sudden spotlight and the unwanted attention, some of which crosses into bullying?
Requested by my amazing Tumblr friend @itsminniekat 🥰 She’s been reading and liking my works since day one and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful. If you’re reading this, all I can say is thank you, darling. Thank you so much for sticking by my blog even when I posted some crappy fics. I’ll make sure this ain’t one of them. Love you with all my heart. ❤❤❤
P.S. - I named the mean character with my name so I hope no one who reads this has the same name. Wouldn’t want any of you feeling like the villain 😘
Who knew online class would be even more boring than being physically present for a lecture? Seriously, I find myself doing the weirdest of crap to entertain myself - like trying to balance a pen on the tip of my nose for example. I jot down some notes every now and then but that’s basically it. My mind can not fathom the concept on concentrating on whatever my professors are going on and on about. Well, full disclosure, I couldn’t concentrate even if I wanted to, especially with my boyfriend streaming in the other room.
He’s currently playing Among Us with his usual gaming squad. Listening to his input during the discussions, I can always tell when he’s lying. I honestly find it hilarious that his friends can’t pick up when he’s bullshitting them. I sometimes wonder if he has brainwashed them. And that’s one of the main reasons we don’t play Among Us together - he can’t lie to me. Not only do I pick up on his con with ease, but he always says he feels bad when he lies to me which is just the sweetest thing. Also, I refuse to play cause I’m shy. His friends are all well-known content creators and I’m a literal nobody. Every now and then I find myself wondering why Corpse is even with me. He’s always quick to push those thoughts out of my head and make sure they don’t return on a long notice, but they do interrupt my peace from time to time.
“Y/N, do you know?“ The sound of my professor saying my name takes me out of my eavesdropping of Corpse’s stream.
I panic, but quickly improvise, “Sorry, my internet is slow, you cut out for a second. What was the question?” I feel my face heating up, making me glad we are allowed to keep our cameras off.
“Question number 15 on page 82 in your textbook. Do you know the answer to it?“ My professor repeats himself, his tone annoyed.
I look down at the page that’s already opened in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the question is rather easy.
“Yeah, um, it’s...“ Suddenly, Corpse’s laugh reaches my room loud and clear. There’s no doubt my mic picked up the noise, especially since the door to my room is open.
The color drains from my face as I hurry to say the answer and remute myself. My eyes are wide as I stare at my screen, hoping no one will acknowledge that very recognizable laugh.
“OMG Y/N, are you watching a Corpse Husband stream in class?” One of the bitches in my class, Vy, speaks up, “Not a very goody-two-shoe move on your part, dear.”
I purposely unmute my mic to mumble a quick ‘Shut up, bitch’ that somehow manages to fly under my professor’s radar and the class continues. It’s the first time something like this has happened and I’m not sure if I handled it properly or not.
The class ends shortly after, allowing me a sigh of relief as I disconnect from the meeting.
“Fucking finally.“ I mumble to myself, leaning back in my desk chair. Tilting my head backwards, I see Corpse standing in the doorframe. I grin, not only because his presence itself makes me ten times happier, but also because he’s upside down from my viewpoint. “Well, hello there! How long have you been spying on me?“
He struts over to me, leaning his face over mine, “Long enough.” His lips linger above mine without any actual contact before he pulls away, allowing me to sit up straight and proper in the chair. “You still have classes?”
I nod my head while disappointedly rolling my eyes, “Yeah. One more. Shouldn’t be too bad since it’s English Lit. You’re done streaming?”
“Yeah, I just have some other things to do. I haven’t done a narration video in a while, I miss making that type of content.“ He plops down on my bed, running a hand through his messy black curls.
“Weren’t you recording some lines a few days ago?“ I frown as I try to recall if what I’m referring to actually happened or my brain is too fried to decipher reality from my bootleg perception of it. Online class, man - messes with your head like sleeping pills - makes you disoriented and exhausted with barely doing anything other than trying to wrap your brain around a lecture or two.
He hums affirmatively, “It’s not a finished project and I don’t even know if I’ll use those or rerecord them. I’ll have to listen to them again before I make a final decision.“
I tilt his chin upwards with my pointer finger, a gesture he has told me he finds very endearing, “I’m sure they’re great and you just refuse to be satisfied. Everything you do is great.“
He smiles a small, shy smile, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist, holding my hand in place, “You’re biased. You like me too much to tell me when I do some bullshit.”
I scoff, “You know that isn’t true. If someone’s gonna kick your butt in formation, it’s gonna be me.“ I give him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away from him, “Go on, now. I have a class to attend. You distract me enough while you’re in the other room, I can only imagine how hard it’d be for me to focus if you were right by my side.“
He smirks, bowing a little as he makes his way out of the room, “You flatter me.”
I playfully roll my eyes, getting my headset back on as I tap the last class for the day. We have an assignment due to the start of the class which we’ll have to present if the professor approved of it. We basically had to write a psychoanalysis of a character from any book of our choice. I chose Heathcliff from ‘Wuthering Heights’ which is one of my favorite books of all time. I’m proud of what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but I’ve always barely scraped by with a B in this class, a B+ if I’m lucky, so I’ve never gotten any major credit, even when I put my 110% in the assignments and projects.
Well, color me surprised when the professor calls on me first to read my work, complimenting it on its detailed and specific nature. I get my printed assignment out in front of me and unmute myself.
“I wrote a psychoanalysis on for Heathcliff, a character from Emily Bronte’s novel ‘Wuthering Heights’.“ Just after I say this line, Corpse’s voice booms throughout the whole apartment, no doubt being picked up by my mic. It doesn’t sound like he’s actually talking, he can’t be that loud. I put two and two together when I recognize the lines he’s saying - the ones he recorded a few days ago. They’re coming from his computer speakers. He probably didn’t check the volume before playing back the recording.
I mute myself as quickly as possible, but it’s too late. The voice dies down as Corpse probably turned down the speakers.
My professor, who is already done with this lecture, just annoyedly remarks, her words overdosed with sarcasm: “Read your assignment and you can go back to whatever it is you are watching.”
“Wow, Y/N! Again?! Are you one of those crazy obsessed fans or something? Is Corpse Husband all you watch?“ This bitch is really poking a stick at me, huh? The only crazy obsessed fan here is her, and my friends but they are allowed. Little do all of them know, I am obsessed but not simply over a YouTuber. I’m obsessed with my boyfriend who just happens to be a YouTuber.
“No commentary, please.“ The professor scolds her, “Go on, Y/N.“
I finish reading without any other disturbances. The professor compliments my essay again when I’m done, the small incident at the beginning forgotten already. Well, not by everyone. One of my friends shot me a quick text to joke about it which only earned an eye roll from me.
My friends don’t know that I’m dating Corpse either. As I said, they are simping HARD over him while I act the most indifferent on the subject. Whenever they ask my opinion on him I either say ‘he’s OK’ or just avoid answering completely. I know saying anything more enthusiastic than that would turn into a snowball rolling down a snowy hill - I’d just keep babbling about how nice, amazing, wonderful and a gift to this world Corpse is, inevitably revealing our relationship in the process.
I’m afraid of revealing my relationship with Corpse in front of these people. They are all run on jealousy and selfishness and I can only imagine how mean they’d be about it. I’m already not too fond of them, it would only be worse if any of my personal life was exposed.
When the class finally ends I remove my headset, putting my forehead down on the desk, barely missing the keyboard. I groan in frustration and anger at myself for not fighting back. I could’ve and should’ve said something - ANYTHING. But what? That’s a question I can’t find the answer to.
“Hey...“ Corpse’s hesitant voice comes from behind me, “You ok?“
I straighten my posture, turning to him with a smile. “Yeah, but these people suck.”
I get up from my chair as he approaches me, basically falling in his arms. The comfort I feel radiating off of him makes me relax, forget the past hour or so. He has always had this effect on me. Like my own personal kryptonite to my anger and anxiety.
“Did I get you in any trouble because of that?“ His voice shows clear concern and guilt.
I wrap my arms around him tighter, burying my head in his chest. “No, don’t worry about it.“
And I really wasn’t in trouble. Not until now that the video is officially posted....
I can call these people dumb all I want but they sure put two and two together awfully fast. They recognized the lines they heard during class as the same ones from his new video that came out almost a week after the incident, aka two days ago. It’s safe to say I haven’t touched my phone or computer since.
“This is all my fault.“
Of all the horrible things I suspected would happen this has to be the worst - Corpse is blaming himself for it. I am prepared to take all the shit these people have to throw at me but seeing Corpse beating himself up over this is killing me. No amount of convincing can change his mind. Nothing I say helps.
“Please, stop doing this to yourself. Non of this is your fault, Corpse.“ I’ve repeated this sentence more than a thousand time these past forty eight hours, each time saying it more and more desperately.
“All of it is my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I hate myself so much.“ Has been his reply single time.
I can’t watch him be so mean to himself. It’s the most conflicting thing when the person you love most is torturing themselves. It’s easy if it’s someone else doing it, you just kick their ass. But what are you supposed to do when the person you want to protect is the same one you need to protect them from.
Corpse has shut himself away in his recording room these past few hours and though he clearly needs to be alone, he still left the door open just a crack cause he knows I’ll be worried sick otherwise.
While I’m alone in the living room, I’ve finally managed to brace myself and build enough courage to power up my laptop. Last time it was on it was going mad with notifications.
“It’s digital. Only digital. It can’t hurt you too badly if it can’t touch you, right?“ I mumble to myself, already frustrated despite not having yet seen all the horrors that await me.
And horrors there were. Everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook.
My grades. Some pictures of me no one has ever seen. My school files. People from my class tweeting Corpse to ‘expose’ me for the ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ I really am. Corpse hasn’t touched social media either and I plan on making sure it stays that way. God only knows how much worse he’ll get if he sees these claims.
And then, like a notification sent straight from hell, an email from my professor.
Practical lectures on Friday. Be here at 9 AM. Don’t forget your mask and gloves.
Good thing I opened my laptop when I did. Friday is tomorrow and I need to prepare for this day. Not only do I need to hit the books but I need to toughen up a bit. I can’t go there looking like I feel - like a mess.
Alright, time to put the brave face on. No more wallowing in it, at least not until tomorrow afternoon.
I make a study plan and hop in the shower. I feel the need to apologize to my hair for washing it so roughly, basically yanking at my strands from frustration that has been suppressed for too long.
I get our of the boiling hot shower, red as a lobster, and change into some clean comfortable clothes and put my ass in study mode. I remove all the scary expectations of the morning to come from my mind and let the information the textbooks has to offer seep into my brain.
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I’m about to head out and, despite my put-together composure, I am a wreck inside. I actually put effort into my appearance, I mean - I even styled my hair. A pretty façade to hide a ruin.
I saw my friends’ texts last night, all three of them ending their friendship with me because they felt betrayed. I haven’t yet decided how to feel about that. Doesn’t matter at the moment, there are more important matters at hand, aka surviving the next three hours.
My college is within ten minutes walking distance from our apartment. That ten minute walk has never been so stressful, not even during exam season. The air feels a little harder to breathe, the path a little shorter to walk. And my moment of reckoning a little too close.
I feel eyes on me the second I start walking through the park of our campus. Sure, I could just be paranoid, but the feeling is too real to be just my imagination in overdrive. I’m glad I have my hair down and a mask on so the redness of my cheeks and neck isn’t on display. That’s a sign of weakness right now.
We have two an hour and a half long classes between which we have a snack break that’s half an hour. I usually enjoy that period but I’m dreading it now. These assholes can only be so mean in the presence of a professor, but during lunch break they can increase that tenfold.
“Well if it isn’t Corpse’s girl.“ I hear that a lot. The whispers are not so much whispers as intentionally loud enough for me to hear remarks. I’m not bothered by them, it’s the least they can do. If I let such a simple thing get to me, I’d be crumbling by the end of first period.
I hear some shuffling behind me and out of the corner of my eye I see, yeah you guessed it, THAT bitch. She’s standing as close to me as she can without violating Covid regulations. A mask is covering her face but the menacing look in her eyes tells me all I need to know about the interaction that’s about to go down.
“I’d ask how much he pays you for the hour.....“ her long nails tap the wooden desk, “but that’d be rude. I bet it’s tough being a maid. Do you just clean or are you a multipurpose lap dog? No offense, I’m genuinely curious.“
“Vy, would you be so kind as to give Y/N some room to breathe?“ The professor asks as he nonchalantly walks in.
Vy rolls her eyes, batting her eyelashes at me, “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” With a fake friendly wave she’s out of my hair, at least for now.
Remember what I said about these people not being as dumb as I pegged them to be? Yeah, scratch that. These fuckers actually tried getting away with taking pictures of me with flash in broad daylight. Like, HELLO! I have two functioning eyes and a brain, I’m onto you. Sadly, me having figured out their childish but hurtful methods of humiliating me doesn’t change much. They still posted the pics they took, using the most derogatory terms they could find in the English language, always making sure to tag Corpse and me both.
Needless to say, these were the longest three hours of my life.
* * *
Shutting the door to our apartment behind me causes relief of the highest levels. I feel like I’ve locked out all the bad shit I have had to deal with these past twenty four hours.
I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I feel like a discarded piece of paper.
And it all starts crumbling. A wall is bound to start slowly falling apart after being hit over and over again, each time feeling the blows with a stronger intensity.
I slide down the door sitting down on the floor and slowly taking my shoes off. I put my bag beside me and wrap my arms around my knees, hiding my head in the space between them and my chest.
One tear slides down my cheek.
Another follows.
And another, this time accompanied by a choked sob.
A pair of arms wraps around the ball that my body has been shaped into. One of his hands comes up to stroke my hair gently, feeding me the comfort I have been longing for since I left the apartment this morning.
“I saw it. All of it. All the shit they talk about you. All the names they call you. And I’ve never wanted to beat so many people up simultaneously.“ His words make me raise my head from its low position, giving him a knowing look. “I wish I could. I would, but that would land me in jail. Which doesn’t even sound so bad cause I don’t like going out. Only problem is you wouldn’t be with me. I wouldn’t want you to be there with me, don’t get me wrong, I’d never want you to end up in jail. I-...” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. A quick kiss that says so much but mainly shows the immeasurable gratitude for his support.
Seeing those awful tweets and comments had the complete opposite effect on him. He no longer blames himself but the people who actually deserve the blame - all those jerks from my college.
I pull away, giving him a small smile. “I would never let you go to jail.”
He smiles back at me, overjoyed that my mood is slowly being lifted, “Come on, I have a nice crowd that would like to meet you.”
I know exactly what he means. Felix, Sean, Rae, Dave, Sykkuno and the rest of his friends. The people I’ve been so shy and afraid to meet since day one. Being shy doesn’t really make sense now, seeing as how they know I exist and that I’m a part of Corpse’s life.
What do I have to lose?
“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Corpse’s black avatar runs around my cyan one in the Among Us lobby.
I can’t help but giggle when I unmute my mic, “Hi everyone! It’s so nice to finally meet you.“ They each introduce themselves, expressing how happy they are to be meeting me too.
It’s the first time in what feels like a while that I’m truly having fun. These people are wonderful, each so unique and lovely. They never brought up the scandal nor acted as though they knew about it. I know they did and I am beyond grateful that they never mentioned it or treated me any differently because of it. Also, Corpse was streaming the whole time. I had my phone on his stream, my eyes nervously scanning the chat every now and then. I couldn’t believe it. Corpse’s real fans were just as wonderful as his friends - they were nothing but supportive and happy to have met me.
Now, I can either choose to believe these people were being so nice to me out of sympathy or I can believe they really like me and appreciate me for who I am and not for what happened to me.
I choose to believe the latter.
And while I’m still getting accustomed to this whole new spotlight, I know I’ll be able to handle it as long as I’m holding Corpse’s hand in the process. All I need is to have him beside me and I’m prepared to tackle anything.
“They love you.“ Corpse tells me once the stream is done and we’ve hopped out of the Discord call, “But I love you more.“
His arms wrap around my waist while mine instinctively find their way around his neck, “I love them, too. But they’re at the number 2 spot.”
He smirks at me, “I wonder who’s at number 1.”
I push up on my toes, putting my lips an inch away from his, “Hmm, I wonder...”
He doesn’t let me finish, silencing my teasing with a sweet, loving kiss.
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I Just Want You for My Own | KSJ
❅ Summary: You and Seokjin have been best friends and inseparable since elementary school. You’ve done nearly everything together and he’s always been like a brother to you. It isn’t until Seokjin tells you that he’s marrying his longtime girlfriend around Christmastime, that you realize your feelings for him run deeper than friendship. Of course, this means you have to try to stop the wedding, or you fear you’ll lose him forever.
❅ Pairing: Seokjin x Female!Reader
❅ Genre/AU: Angst, humor(?), some fluff here and there, unrequited love au, friends to (not)lovers au (more like realizing you want to be friends to lovers)
❅ Rating: PG-15
❅ Warnings: Profanity, alcohol consumption, heartbreak, y/n is not a totally likeable character and that’s okay!!
❅ Words: 12.4k
❅ A/N: Here she is! My fic for A Winter Wedding Season, part of the Christmas in July collab! The movie inspo for this was My Best Friend’s Wedding (1997) and this fic is very loosely based on it. Loosely being the operative word lol. I didn’t watch the movie I just read the synopsis and got a feel for it. Thank you so much @birbdae for being my beta!! You are truly a lifesaver. And thank you again to the lovely @kookdiaries for making all of the amazing banners for everyone’s fics!
❅ Taglist: @bangtanhome, @kithtaehyung, @moonchild1, @afangirllikeme-blog
“Hani, I’m home!” You call through your apartment, kicking your heels off by the front door.
Your roommate pokes her head into the foyer, hair up and sheet mask on. “Y/n! Home already? I thought for sure you’d be going to work from your date’s house in the morning.” Even with a panda-printed mask covering her face, you can tell she’s wiggling her eyebrows.
You sigh and let your overnight bag drop to the floor and go to flop onto the couch, admiring the spread of chips and popcorn on the coffee table. “Yeah, me too, but then things got weird. He asked if I wanted to go back to his place after dinner, and I said yeah. I was all for it because he’s hot as fuck, plus we really clicked throughout the night. But then, he started talking about how his roommates were back at his apartment and they’d probably be there the whole time if I was cool with that. The way he said it made it obvious what he wanted.”
“I’m sorry, on the first date he asked if you wanted to be in an orgy?!” Hani screeches, plopping next to you.
“Yes! And like, yeah he’s good-looking, but it’s the first date! And when I told him no he had the audacity to get an attitude and stopped talking to me while we waited for the check. As soon as he paid, he barely said bye before he left the restaurant.”
“What a weirdo,” Hani muses.
“Yeah. Needless to say, I deleted his number on the way home.”
You grab a handful of chips from the table, shoving them angrily in your mouth. At that moment, you and Hani hear keys jingling, followed by the door opening.
“Hani! I am now entering the apartment!” Seokjin’s voice rings out and you and Hani both laugh.
“It’s safe to enter!” She calls back. Ever since the time Seokjin accidentally barged in and caught a glimpse of Hani naked from the shower, he formally announces when he comes over.
“I was looking for my - oh, hey Y/n. I didn’t think you’d be here.” He’s surprised to see you, glancing at his watch as he greets you. “I thought you were on a date with the guy from your office. Soonyoung, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah! Soonyoung from work!” He interrupts, answering his own question. “He’s the one that’s the fashion reviewer at your blog, right?”
“Yeah -“
“The one who you kept gushing over because he’s so cute and talented and funny?” Seokjin’s mocking tone flusters you, so you send a chip towards his face in retaliation. “Hey!”
“As I was just explaining to Hani before you barged in, he ended up being weird so it didn’t work out.”
“Weird how?”
“He wanted to bring her home and have an orgy with his roommates,” Hani answers before you can.
“Wow. Wonder how long he’s wanted to ask you that.” Seokjin chuckles, wedging himself on the couch next to you.
“Probably too long. Either way, I’m done dating for now. Everyone I’ve met this year has been the worst.”
Seokjin pats your leg sympathetically and reaches forward for a handful of popcorn. “I’m sorry, Y/n. Don’t give up! I’m sure eventually you’ll find your person. It wasn’t easy for me to find Sunmi. It took me date after date before we met.”
That’s the only setup Seokjin needs to talk about his girlfriend of nearly three years. You’ve been best friends with Seokjin since you were 13, and as long as you’ve known him, the two of you have had similar dating woes. You’ve been on dates and been in short-term relationships that all turned out not to be ideal or long-lasting. The two of you even went as far as to make a pact that if you weren’t married by 30, then you’d marry each other.
It wasn’t until Seokjin met Lee Sunmi on a dating app that his long string of failed relationships ended. You were skeptical of it at first, thinking she’d be like all of the other people he’d dated, but she’s different. She’s sweet, funny, smart, and isn’t weird about you being Seokjin’s best friend, like a lot of other women he’s been with were. It’s weird that they’ve been together as long as they have, but he seems happy.
Unfortunately, you haven’t been as lucky. While Seokjin and Sunmi are the perfect couple, you’ve found yourself on more failed dates than you can count. You almost thought you found the right person in your ex but turns out he was cheating on you, so that was a bust. Tonight was simply another dud of a date on your laundry list.
“Alright, Seokjin, enough about your perfect relationship!” You cut in as he continues to go on. “Why did you come over anyway? Didn’t you say you were looking for something?”
“Oh, yeah! I need my lucky tie. Tomorrow is my and Sunmi’s anniversary and I need it.”
“Ah, it’s in my room, let me go grab it.” You jump up and head down the hall to your room, rifling through your closet before you find his tie. Seokjin’s had it since he was 18 and was wearing it when he got into college, when he won tickets to a Bruno Mars concert, when he got a promotion at work, and on his first date with Sunmi. Since then, the tie was deemed lucky.
Knowing this, you borrowed it when you were waiting on a promotion of your own, and sure enough, you were promoted to a senior writer at the entertainment blog you write for.
“Thanks,” Seojin says through a mouthful of popcorn and takes the tie from you.
“So what’s the plan for the anniversary? Anything special for three years?” You ask, taking your seat on the couch again.
“Well, I’m taking her to Seoul Tower for dinner then we’ll just kind of wing the rest of the night, honestly.”
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like you have much of a concrete plan,” Hani says earning her a glare from Seokjin.
“Hey, I have a plan, okay? Go back to your sheet mask.”
“You’re in my apartment, Kim. If I wanna be a smartass, I will.”
“While you two have fun arguing like kids, I’m going to go shower and get ready for bed.” You announce.
“And I’m going home before your roommate kicks me out.” He sticks his tongue out at Hani who returns the childish gesture. “Oh, Y/n, tomorrow after you get off work, can you stop by my apartment? I may need your help figuring out the finishing touches on what to wear with this tie.” Seokjin calls as he’s halfway out the front door.
“Sure! I’ll text you when I’m on my way!”
Hani waits until Seokjin is gone to ask, “Since when does he need your help getting dressed? Seokjin is like, the most fashionable guy I know.”
You shrug. “It’s a big date. He’s probably doing that thing where he freaks out and gets all in his head. I used to have to help him in high school before dances because he’d get so freaked.”
The next afternoon, sitting on Seokjin’s bed, surrounded by a mountain of clothes, you find that you were right. As soon as you’d stepped next door into his apartment, he grabbed you, dragging you to his closet to help him pick an outfit for him and Sunmi’s anniversary date.
You’d been at it for almost an hour, as Seokjin would display one outfit after another to you to get your opinion. Each one was either much too casual, much too dressy, or simply didn’t go together.
“Don’t you think you’re going a bit overboard? I mean, at this point in the relationship, she’s pretty much seen everything you’ve worn, right?” A black button-up comes flying at you, and you barely manage to duck out of the way.
“This is different Y/n. It’s our anniversary.”
“It’s your third anniversary, meaning you’ve had two others already and she’s still here.” You’re not trying to shit on this special day, Seokjin just has a habit of being dramatic, so you’re trying to reel him back in.
He pops out of the closet, holding up a navy blue suit and a white button-down. He gives you an inquisitive look and after examining the outfit for a few seconds you nod, giving him a thumbs up. He drapes the winning outfit over his computer chair and comes over to sit on the bed next to you.
“Y/n, I have to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone until I say, okay?” His tone is uncharacteristically serious which makes you uneasy.
“Okay…”
Taking a deep breath, Seokjin reaches over to root through his nightstand, pulling out a black velvet box. Your breath hitches as he opens the box, revealing a ring with a silver band, sporting a sizable, pear-shaped diamond in the middle.
“I’m going to propose to Sunmi tonight.”
As soon as Seokjin pulled the ring box out, you knew that’s what he was going to say, but hearing it out loud is different. You know you’re gaping at the ring, mouth open and no response coming out. This is mostly because you don’t know what your response should be. The knowledge of Seokjin proposing to marry someone has you feeling a slew of foreign emotions that you can’t pinpoint.
“Hello? Earth to Y/n. Say something, please!” Seokjin snaps the ring box closed, clutching it to his chest. “Should I not do it? Do you think it’s too soon? How likely is she to say no? Oh, fuck I’m an idiot, right? This is a terrible idea.”
Seeing your best friend have a meltdown in front of you, brings you out of the clusterfuck that is your brain and you reach out to grab his hand.
“Hey, Seokjin, look at me.” When he does you see how frantic he looks. “I think that… I think Sunmi will say yes. She seems to really love you, and I know she knows you love her just as much. I think you should do it.” Every word that leaves your lips feels wrong and like a lie, but you say it anyway.
“Really?” His brown eyes are wide, full of hope as he asks and your heart clenches at the sight, for a multitude of reasons.
“Really.”
A smile blooms on his face as he reaches forward to hug you and you return the gesture half-heartedly.
“Thanks, Y/n. You’re the best. You know I can’t do this without you.” He pulls back, giving you a wide smile, which you all of a sudden find makes his face even more handsome.
He nearly leaps off of the bed after letting you go. “I’m gonna go shower and get ready. You can stick around if you want.” He says, grabbing the suit and his lucky tie.
“Um, I think I’ll go home actually. I had a long day and I’m tired.”
“Ah, okay. Well, I’ll text you later and let you know how it goes!”
“Cool,” is all you manage to mumble as you snatch your bag from the floor and head for the front door.
Seokjin’s college and current roommate Yoongi is sprawled on the couch flipping through tv channels when you walk into the living room.
“Hey, Y/n. I didn’t know you were here.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I got here when you were showering.”
“Let me guess, he made you go through his entire closet with him for an outfit?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“He’s been talking for weeks about how he didn’t know what to wear. When I offered, would you believe he looked me up and down and said ‘no offense Yoongi, but I planned on asking Y/n’ and that was it!” Yoongi rolls his eyes, then seems to notice something is off. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong?” You ask, still moving towards the front door.
“You just look off.” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, so you turn away to stick your feet into your flats.
“I’m just tired is all. Work was rough.”
Yoongi hums. “Seokjin told me about the creep from your office that you went out with last night. Did you see him today?”
You had forgotten all about the awkward encounter you and Soonyoung had in the supply room earlier. You were looking for new pens when he walked in. You both froze, you with a handful of pens in hand and him with his foot in midair, about to step in. Neither of you said anything as you finally moved, breezing past him to go back to your desk. You planned to tell Seokjin about it until his announcement.
“Yeah, it wasn’t great.” You shrug, both shoes finally on and your hand on the doorknob.
“Ouch, sorry Y/n. If he acts like a weird asshole again, let me know and I’ll take you to work one day to see him.” Yoongi’s words succeed in making you smile momentarily. You like Yoongi, having gotten to know him considerably well in the 4 years he’s been friends with Seokjin, but you’re just itching to go home and figure out what’s going on in your head.
“I appreciate that, Yoongi. I’ll see you around.” You send him a wave and are out the door before he can ask you anything else.
Luckily, Hani isn’t home when you step into your apartment so you beeline for the shower, trying to salvage your alone time and figure out what the fuck is wrong with you. Your best friend of basically 15 years just told you that he’s going to propose to the woman he loves and you don’t feel an ounce of excitement.
You didn’t get giddy, you didn’t scream and you didn’t congratulate him. You sat in front of him, looking confused and probably a little bit stupid. What the fuck is that about?
When the text from Seokjin comes in later that night, telling you that Sunmi said yes, you blink at your phone and don’t respond. It’s nearly eleven, so he’ll think you’re sleeping and didn’t see it.
Hours alone with your thoughts this evening have affirmed an important, possibly life-shattering realization: you’re in love with Kim Seokjin.
You didn’t get excited when he told you he was proposing because your heart was aching at the idea that Seokjin was getting married and it wasn’t to you. Your best friend, the man who you once watched play Maple Story for 48 hours straight, not showering and peeing in a bottle when he was 16, had somehow stolen your heart and affection for him, and it takes you until you’re nearly 30 to realize it.
At first, you don’t think this makes sense. You and Seokjin have always been open with one another about your dates, relationships, and hookups. He dabbled in his fair share of experimentation in college in his very early twenties and he always told you about his escapades. You never felt jealous and it didn’t bother you when he told you. Hell, when he first started dating Sunmi it didn’t bother you either. He’s happy and she’s nice and fun to be around.
Taking all of that into account, why the fuck is the idea of him getting married literally breaking your heart? Why does the thought of seeing him walk down the aisle make you want to vomit and break into tears? You spent all night locked in your room when the realization about your true feelings dawned on you, turning Hani away, stating you were feeling sick with a possible stomach bug. You slept on and off, but when Seokjin’s text hit, sleep didn’t come back to you for the rest of the night. Only a deep-seated sadness overcomes you, making you miserable all night.
The pain you feel about Seokjin getting married burrows itself deeper the next morning. You’re only awake for fifteen minutes, spending all that time staring at the ceiling, when Seokjin bursts into your room, startling you.
“Get up, Y/n! You slept through the news!”
“What?” You croak, voice still gravelly from sleep and the intermittent crying spells you had last night.
“This is big news! Where’s the other one that lives here?” He demands, stepping into the hallway to find Hani.
“I’m right here, Seokjin. I heard you screeching as soon as you barged into my apartment.” Hani comes into the room, towel around her hair and robe cinched around her waist.
You already know what he’s going to say, so you brace yourself as best as you can to hear the news in person.
“Sunmi and I are getting married!” He yells.
“Wow, congratulations!” Hani says immediately. “That’s why you were so anal about what you wanted to wear.
“Yeah and thanks to Y/n, she was so smitten with my suit, I took her breath away and she said yes on the spot.” He flashes you a smile, which drops when he notices how you didn’t react at all to his announcement. “Y/n, are you okay?”
“She isn’t feeling well,” Hani answers, “she’s been feeling sick since last night.”
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.
“Oh damn, sorry Y/n. Do you need anything?” You shake your head. “Okay, well let me know if you do. And make sure you feel better by next weekend for the engagement party!” Seokjin flashes you a smile and heads out, citing he has lots of things to take care of before the party.
Hani waits until you both hear the front door open and close before she turns to look at you, expression serious.
“You’re not sick.” She says simply.
“What?” Your voice is strained and you know she hears it.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Y/n.”
“I’m not -”
“Y/n. I may not have as many years of friendship under my belt with you as Seokjin does, but I know you well enough to know when you’re lying. He may be too excited to notice, but I do, and you’re not a good liar.”
“Hani…”
“Did something happen with Soonyoung at work?”
“No.”
“Did you get into a fight with someone else? Or your mom or -”
“Hani, I’m in love with Seokjin.”
Your roommate swiftly closes her mouth at that and blinks a few times. “Wait, was that a secret? I thought you already knew and were just chilling in the friend zone?” She chuckles, but the laughter dies down when she sees a few tears falling from your eyes. “Oh no, Y/n.” Hani rushes over to hug you, letting you cry on her shoulder.
Once you cry more than you would’ve liked, you tell Hani all about the revelation you had last night. She listens as you go on about how new and confusing and scary this is for you. How you don’t understand why you feel so heartbroken and jealous, but you know it’s because you love Seokjin.
“Well, if you wanna know what I think,” Hani starts after you’ve expended all your energy saying the same things over and over again. “I think you finally realized you’re in love with him because you’re seeing the one true time that he’ll be unattainable to you. You’ve both had a lot of relationships and they haven’t been too serious, but now that he’s getting married, which is as serious of a relationship you can have, you’ve realized your feelings and that he won’t just be the best friend you secretly love that’ll always be there. Plus, this puts a halt to your marry each other by 30 plan. You’re trying to process a lot right now, Y/n.”
You stare back at her, eyebrows furrowing as you absorb her words. “Wow. Since when the hell did you get so in touch with other people’s feelings, Dr. Ahn?”
“Right?! I’ve been listening to a lot of psychology podcasts lately and I think it’s paying off! Maybe I should go to school for it?”
“But didn’t you drop out of college?”
“Hey, I can have a career change if I want! Maybe I don’t want to be an assistant forever. I’m sure you don’t want to review music for someone else’s blog for the rest of your life.” Hani teases.
“Ugh, I don’t know! I can’t handle all these epiphanies at the same time!” You groan, your mind still reeling about Seokjin.
“Sorry, sorry! I think, for now, you really need to think about your next steps. Are you going to just suffer and watch him get married or are you going to talk to him about this?”
“I can’t just tell him! He’s so happy, Hani!” You screech, louder than intended.
“Alright, Y/n let’s just drop it then so you can try and calm down. All I’ll say is, I’m sure he won’t be happy to know his best friend in the whole world has been miserable for the rest of her life because of him.”
She’s right. Seokjin cares too much about your feelings to be okay with you being unhappy because of him. Any fight the two of you have ever gotten into, he’s always first to apologize to make you stop being upset.
But this is different. This isn’t an argument over something trivial like him seeing a movie you wanted to see without you or you breaking one of his figurines. This is about you being in love with him after years of doing everything together. You don’t have a single clue how to even approach this.
You do nothing but go through the motions of working, eating, and sleeping the following week. Each day that gets closer to Saturday has you stressed in anticipation of Seokjin’s engagement party.
On Wednesday, your cubicle neighbor and work husband, Namjoon, is the first person outside of Hani to notice something is wrong.
“Okay, talk to me,” Namjoon demands, rolling his chair into your cubicle.
You glance up from the blank word doc on your screen at his voice. “What?”
“You’ve been off all week. I wanted to give you space and let you figure it out or come to me, but I’m inserting myself now. What’s going on?”
“I, uh, why do you think something is going on?”
Namjoon is unamused. “Other than the fact that we’ve worked together for 3 years so I know when something is wrong and other than the fact that you’re a bad liar, you’ve been staring at your blank screen for 10 minutes. You’re supposed to be writing a review for the new Rihanna album, whom you love, so this article should already be the length of a Harry Potter novel. So, I’ll say again, talk to me.”
Namjoon is always so kind and genuine to you. You resist the urge to cry and are honest with him. “Seokjin is engaged.” Is all you say, deciding to withhold information about why this is a big deal to you.
“Oh shit, Y/n I’m so sorry.” Namjoon pulls you into a hug, squeezing you tight. “I guess he never found out your feelings?” This has you pulling back to look at him.
“What did you just say?” You gasp.
“What?”
“You said he never found out how I felt?”
“Well yeah, like he never found out you love him?”
“I- ”
“Psst, Y/n?” Your head snaps up at the sound of your name. Your other two co-workers who sit directly around you are both poking their heads over your cubicle walls.
“Sorry, we didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” Jihyo whispers. “But we could hear you. I’m so sorry.” She pouts at you, genuine sympathy on her face.
“Yeah, I can’t imagine what this feels like and I’m sorry too,” Taehyung adds.
You exchange looks with the two of them, then Namjoon, all of them concerned. “Are you serious? How the fuck does everyone know I’m in love with Seokjin?”
They all share looks of their own.
“Y/n, come on. We can all tell,” Jihyo starts. “You always bring either him or your roommate to work events, but it’s typically Seokjin more often than not.”
“And the way you look at him and act with him is much different than your roomie,” Taehyung adds.
“Plus remember, I’ve hung out with you all outside of work and I mean… yeah it’s pretty obvious, Y/n.” Namjoon finishes the group explanation.
You’re speechless at this. If everyone around you can tell your true feelings for Seokjin before even you had, does this mean he also knows?
You voice this out loud by accident and Namjoon shakes his head. “Nah I doubt it. He’s cool but pretty oblivious.” He takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “But seriously, I’m sorry. Let me know if there’s anything you need, okay?”
Still, in awe and a little mortified, you thank him. It’s almost comical that so many people around you have been more in tune with your feelings than you. This fact sticks with you through the week and into Saturday, right as you and Hani are joining the other party-goers at Seokjin and Yoongi’s apartment.
You barely try and conceal your bad mood as you greet mutual friends and people Seokjin knows from work. Soon enough you find Seokjin and Sunmi on the couch, chatting with some people Seokjin knows from college.
“Ah, Y/n is finally here!” He announces, causing half the room to turn their attention to you. Sheepishly, you return the sweeping hug he pulls you into. When he lets you go, Sunmi is right behind him, smiling at you.
“I’m glad you could make it, Y/n. Seokjin said you were sick last weekend.”
“Oh, yeah, I was. I’m feeling much better now.”
“Good!” She hugs you too, and you’re reminded how much of a nice person Sunmi is, which makes your inner turmoil so much worse.
“Well, I think now’s as good a time as any to formally do this,” Seokjin says, looking to Sunmi for her guidance and she nods. He clears his throat loud enough to get everyone’s attention and the chattering stops.”Hi everyone, thank you all for coming today. I’ll keep this simple since we all know why we’re here; Sunmi and I are getting married!” He grabs her hand and holds it in the air, the couple beaming at the applause.
“We’ve already set a date of December 23rd, so Seokjin and I can spend our first Christmas together as a married couple.” More applause to Sunmi’s words, while your attempt at doing so is lackluster. As if the universe wasn’t being cruel to you as it is. Not only is the man you love getting married, but he’s getting married so close to Christmas that you won’t get to spend your favorite holiday with him. Something you’ve done every year you’ve been friends. This somehow hurts even more
“I know it seems fast, but Sunmi and I know this is what we want, so why wait? This gives us the next 2 months to get prepared, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem for us to handle.”
After his announcement, Seokjin tells everyone to enjoy the party and disperses his guests to do their own thing. You take this chance to slip away from the crowd and duck into the kitchen. There’s no one there, so you take the opportunity to grab an empty cup from the counter and a bottle of wine from the fridge, pouring yourself a generous amount and drinking half of it in one go.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been hiding in the kitchen, but at some point, you’re propped on the counter, cup in hand and phone in the other.
A sudden voice makes you jump, but you let out a breath when you see who it is.
“Are you gonna keep hiding in the kitchen all night?” Yoongi asks, joining you on the counter.
“Maybe. The snacks and the booze are here so, why not?” You shrug, throwing back the remainder of your drink.
Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, watching as you reach for the bottle of wine next to you and empty it into your cup. “You know, I’m not as dense as Seokjin. I know you’re in love with him.”
You don’t even react other than giving an eye roll and half-assed jazz hands. “Congratulations, join the damn club. Hani knew too apparently. And Namjoon. And my co-workers. Everyone that knows me knows I’m in love with Kim Seokjin except me until he said he was getting married. Now it’s too late and I get to watch my lifelong best friend go out, get married, and start a whole new life without me.”
“Is it though?”
“Is it what?”
“Is it too late?
“I mean, yeah, kind of. We’re at his engagement party.”
Yoongi shrugs. “I’m a firm believer in it never being too late to go after what you really want.”
You take a moment to mull over Yoongi’s words. Sure, Seokjin is engaged, but it’s not the same as truly being married. The only thing binding him and Sunmi together right now, aside from a three-year relationship, is an engagement ring. They didn’t have the ceremony yet, and that’s not even for a couple of months. Yoongi’s right. It’s not too late.
“I knew I kept you around for a reason, Min.” You compliment, squeezing his thigh before sliding off of the kitchen counter.
“Thanks, I think?” He watches you adjust your dress then take a big swig from your cup. “Are you going to tell him how you feel tomorrow?”
“What? No, I’m not doing that. I just need to sabotage the wedding so it doesn’t happen.”
“Wait, what? Y/n, that’s not what I meant.”
“Hey, I know what I’m doing Yoongi. I just have to mess some stuff up with the wedding, and Seokjin will get so exhausted that he’ll think the universe is telling him not to marry Sunmi. Then I’ll swoop in, console him, and boom, no more marriage.”
“But, Y/n -”
“It’s perfect, I already know where to start. See you later, Yoongi!” You send him a wave as you waltz into the living room, playing the happy best friend for the rest of the night until you can put your plan in motion.
It turns out, sabotaging a wedding is harder than movies make it seem. Most of what you see on the internet when you Google it gives you plenty of ways to ruin it once it’s the day of or even at the reception, but you need to stop it before it even starts.
You contemplate asking someone, but decide to keep your upcoming actions to yourself. Hani will only lecture you on how wrong what you’re doing is. Yoongi is staying neutral because he’s Seokjin’s friend, but he’s also yours and knows how you feel. You’d tell Namjoon, but somehow, someway, your co-workers will find out and you know there are some judgemental people at the office and you don’t want to deal with that.
This leaves you, plotting by yourself on what you could fuck up first.
The answer to this comes a few days after the engagement party. You, the happy couple, Hani, and Yoongi are out at dinner. They tell you all that the wedding venue they’re looking at is already decided on. They offer all-inclusive packages that cover the flowers, dinnerware, food, and music, so all of the work is taken out of it.
“Where is it?” You ask as casually as possible. Yoongi shoots you a look from across the table, but you ignore it.
“A place called Loft Garden!” Sunmi says, whipping out her phone. “It’s super nice and is one of the only places that had anything open around the date that we wanted.” She shows you the website, and you quickly make a mental note of the name.
“I guess your date is popular?” you question.
“Apparently, so. I’m just glad we were able to book it.”
“Yeah, that’s great!” You smile too hard, and Hani is now the one giving you a look, but this is more of confusion.
Once you’re home, Hani predictably asks you why you were so enthusiastic about the wedding all of a sudden, considering your feelings, but you make an excuse and say that you’re just trying to be helpful. She doesn’t believe you and goes to ask another question, but you make an excuse and hurry to your room.
A couple of days later, you finally decide to go through with your first idea which is to cancel the venue. If there’s no venue, there’s no wedding, so this makes sense.
You duck out to the bathroom of your office, calling the number of the venue after Googling it.
“Loft Garden, this is Minyoung, how can I help you?”
“Hi, um, my name is Lee Sunmi. I just booked my wedding with you guys, on December 23rd.”
“One moment please.” There’s only a small beat of silence before the woman is back on the phone. “Yes, I see it here. What can I do for you, Ms. Lee?”
“I need to cancel the booking, actually.”
“Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, we’ll just be canceling.”
“Alright, well I’ll get that canceled and send you the cancellation confirmation email.”
“Thank you.” You end the call first, letting out a deep breath. A small pang of guilt hits the pit of your stomach but is quickly replaced by the realization that maybe you can actually stop this.
Seokjin calls you later that day, yelling about how the venue fucked up and canceled their date, claiming someone called on behalf of Sunmi to cancel it.
“Maybe they double booked or something and are trying to blame it on you guys?”
“Psht, I should leave them a bad review for this.”
“Eh, they’re not worth it. I’m sure you’ll find another venue.” You say it, remembering what they mentioned about there being hardly any venues with openings for their wedding date.
Unfortunately, this doesn’t pan out the way you intend, since apparently, Sunmi was able to find another venue in a matter of days. This one is smaller but still nice. This puts you back to square one, making you panic since the end of October is only a week away which means you’re that much closer to the wedding. You’re almost unable to come up with another plan until you remember you and Hani’s annual Halloween party coming up.
You typically bring a date with you, and Seokjin has never batted an eye, but maybe seeing you with someone else will have the same impact on him that the engagement has had on you. He’ll see you with someone that isn’t him and realize he’s making a mistake by marrying Sunmi because that means he’ll never be with you.
The only problem is, you’re not dating anyone right now. You obviously can’t bring Yoongi and claim you’re together all of a sudden. You can’t ask Namjoon because you’ve both made it clear in the past that you don't have those feelings for each other and you can’t ask Taehyung or Jihyo because you don’t think Seokjin will buy it at all, having met them before.
You’re close to trying an escort service until you see the new receptionist that started a couple of months ago.
“Good morning, Y/n!” Jimin chirps when he sees you come into the office. Jimin is sweet and extremely handsome, plus Seokjin hasn’t met him yet. This, you can make work.
“Hey, Jimin! My roommate and I are having our annual Halloween party next week, and I wanted to know if you’d like to come?”
“I’d love to!” He smiles at you, and you almost feel bad about your intentions.
“Great! Can I talk to you at lunch about it some more?” You ask and he nods.
Inviting him is easier than asking him to pretend to be your boyfriend. At first, he’s confused and says no, but you beg him, telling him that you need to make your engaged best friend jealous. You don’t tell him all the details, and maybe he takes pity on you, but he finally agrees.
“Okay, so what’s the plan again?” Jimin asks when he arrives at your apartment the day of the party. You adjust the black tie of his costume, then smooth out the rest of his pinstripe suit.
“Just hold my hand and act couple-y with me when he gets here, okay?” You straighten out your long black wig, eye scanning the room of party go-ers in search of Seokjin. Right on cue, you see him and Sunmi enter the front door. Seokjin in his large red hat, Mario ‘M’ on full display, and Sunmi in the signature Princess Peach pink dress and cornflower blonde wig. “There they are!” You tap Jimin who turns around to look.
“Where?”
“Mario and Peach.”
It takes him a second, but then he sees them, and as if Seokjin knows you’re looking, his eyes meet yours. He smiles before frowning, seeing you close to Jimin, with your hands resting on the lapels of his blazer.
“Okay, Jimin, remember, we’ve been dating for three weeks, we met at work, and you asked me out.”
Jimin nods, his hands slipping around your waist to pull you close to him, making you squeak. Jimin is even cuter up close, but you don’t feel much for him, other than surface-level attraction. Your mind flips back to Seokjin as soon as this thought pops into your head and he consumes your thoughts once again until you hear his voice from beside you.
“Oh!” You startle, turning to face him and Sunmi. “Hey, guys! I thought that was you two but I wasn’t sure.”
“We almost didn’t recognize you,” Sunmi says, surveying you and Jimin’s costumes. “Morticia and Gomez Addams, right?”
“Yep!” You chirp, smoothing out your black, mermaid style dress.
“And who is this?” Seokjin asks, eyes surveying Jimin from head to toe.
“This is Jimin! He started working at my office a couple of months ago. He’s our new receptionist.”
“And why am I just now meeting him?” Seokjin huffs. You can’t tell if it’s jealousy or a fit at simply not knowing about it as your best friend.
“Well you’ve been so busy with the wedding, I haven’t had the time to introduce you.” You shrug.
“And, we’ve only been dating for about three weeks. But, she’s told me all about you; Seokjin, right?” Jimin adds.
“Yeah, that’s me, her best friend.”
“Well, it’s great to meet you. And you’re his fianceé Sunmi, I take it?” He sends a smile Sunmi’s way and she nods, returning the expression.
You’re all silent before you take Jimin’s hand in yours. “We’re gonna go dance!” You leave before they can object and lead Jimin to the dancefloor which is just your living room with all of the furniture out of the way.
You put his hands back on your hips, dancing as close as you can as Thriller plays. You figure since Seokjin just met him, it’s possible he’s still looking at you, so you want to keep him looking.
Turning around, you back into Jimin, letting him grip your body and hold you against him. You almost forget about Seokjin’s eyes possibly on you and let yourself have a little fun, but only as long as the song is playing.
Once it’s over, you ask Jimin to grab you a drink as you go to the bathroom.
“What’s going on?” Hani demands, popping out and stopping you before you reach the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” You try to get around her, but she stays in your way.
“Y/n, you’ve been distant since Seokjin’s engagement party and I feel like I only see you when we’re both crossing paths for work or the bathroom and you’re always in your room. You barely respond to my text messages besides simple responses, and now you have a guy you’re dating all of a sudden?”
“I… okay fine. I’ve been trying to sabotage Seokjin’s wedding.”
“You what?!” Hani’s shriek catches the attention of a couple of people dressed as crayons nearby.
You pull her down the hall into your bedroom and tell her about your so-called master plan.
“So wait, you canceled the venue and you’re not dating Jimin?” You nod. “Wow. I never would’ve thought you’d do something like this.”
“Like what?”
“Ruin a wedding! Y/n, this is serious. You’re literally on a mission to fuck up your lifelong best friend’s upcoming marriage. This isn’t a good thing.”
“Hani, I know! I know, but I don’t have time to be judged, okay? This is why I didn’t tell you.”
“Hell yes, I’m judging you! Again: you’re. Ruining. Someones. Wedding.”
“Hani, please, you’re my friend. I just need you to let me do this. Hell, I don’t even need support, just let me do what I need to do and I’ll deal with the consequences later.”
Your roommate’s face contorts into discomfort before she lets out a groan. “Fuck, fine. For the record this isn’t okay and I don’t like this, nor will I help, but I won’t say anything.”
“Thank you.”
“Hmmph,” is her response as she leaves the room. You follow her, looking for Jimin, and see him leaning against the wall in the hallway.
“Hey, I was waiting for you.” He hands you a beer and you eagerly crack it open.
“Thanks. I was talking to my roommate. Let’s go back out there.” Jimin takes your hand and follows you back to the party, your eyes searching for Seokjin as soon as you get back to the crowd.
While you swear you felt Seokjin’s eyes on you throughout the rest of the party, nothing else came of having Jimin as your fake date, much to your disappointment. At least you had fun, even if you were distracted most of the night.
When November moves in, most of the month feels like a blur. You attempt to cancel the rescheduled venue, but they require any major changes to be done in person, so that’s a bust. You look nothing like Sunmi so that’s not an option. Seokjin doesn’t bring up Jimin again, and neither do you, so that was a dead plan too.
You’re almost out of ideas until Sunmi calls you over the weekend, asking you to take her to choose her wedding dress. Her car is in the shop, but she also wanted your help anyway. You’re surprised she wants your input, but you think that maybe you can get her to buy a super unflattering dress that she’ll hate.
This doesn’t work exactly, as she already had her top picks ready to choose between and they all look gorgeous on her. Every one of them fits her well, compliments her features, and makes her look like a princess. Your jealousy level spikes, just telling her to get the strapless one with the a-line silhouette.
She’s so pretty, smart, and basically perfect. She’s everything you’re not and once she marries Seokjin, everything will change. No more midnight movie marathons, no more being each other’s friend-dates to events, no more holidays together. He’ll be with his new wife, making a new life, and leaving you behind.
Sunmi must notice how low your mood dips because she suggests grabbing lunch, and as much as you don’t really want to, you go with her to be nice. You suppose it’s the least you can do for wishing ill on her upcoming marriage.
She goes on and on about the wedding throughout the meal and you’re not even paying attention, too busy mourning your friendship. At some point, Sunmi begins laughing more and you notice she has three empty glasses next to her plate.
“How many drinks have you had?” You ask, getting a giggle in return.
“I don’t know,” she sing-songs. “I don’t usually drink.”
You can’t help but chuckle. You had no idea she was this much of a lightweight. “Maybe you’ve had enough then.”
“You know, Y/n. I’ve always been so jealous of you.” You blink back in shock.
“What?”
“You’re just so close with Seokjin, you know? I feel like he’s 110% himself when he’s with you. I think I get like 80-90% of him and that was only in the last year maybe. I think he’s trying to be what he thinks is perfect for me, but it’s different than the way he laughs and jokes with you.”
“Sunmi, we’ve been friends all our lives. He may be a little different with me, but he loves you.”
“Yeah, I know, but still.” She pouts. “Y/n, do you like Seokjin?”
You choke on air at her question, panic overtaking you. “W-why do you think that?”
“I just need to know, do I need to worry about you? Be honest!” Sunmi reaches across the table grasping your hands.
Fuck. Drunk or not you can’t tell her you like him. It can only go poorly, so you meet her eyes and simply say, “no.”
She’s quiet, not saying anything before smiling at you. “Good.” Her face drops then. “But is this wedding a good idea?”
You perk up at that question. “Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been so stressed all day. Dress shopping was nice but am I ready? Is Seokjin ready? Are we moving too fast?”
Without hesitation, you grab her hand again, already knowing what to say. “Hey, I don’t want to tell you what to do, but doubt isn’t good. You should only get married if you’re 100% sure.”
“You think so?”
“For sure. It’s a big life change you know? You should be ready.”
Sunmi nods, an unreadable emotion dancing in her eyes.
You drive her home then, dropping her off, and making sure she’s okay before heading home yourself. You’re lying if you say you don’t feel a sick sense of accomplishment from your conversion with her.
That accomplishment stays around when barely an hour later, Seokjin comes barging into your apartment. You’re on the couch looking for something to watch when he comes barreling in, workout gear on, and one of the most stressed expressions you’ve seen him wear.
“Sunmi just called me and said she’s not going to marry me!”
Feigning shock, you look at him wide-eyed. “What?”
“Apparently she’s not sure if this is right for her and she isn’t sure if I’m ready.”
He sinks into the couch, hands tugging at his hair.
“Just out of nowhere?”
“Yeah! Did she say anything to you when you guys were out earlier?”
A cough escapes your throat. “No, no, no. She was fine. We just talked and hung out.”
Seokjin hops up and begins pacing. “What am I going to do, Y/n? I don’t know what I did or what happened. She sounded like she was crying and I said I’d come over but she said no and told me not to.”
“I think you should respect her wishes and give her some space. Maybe she’s just getting cold feet?”
“But, Y/n, I love her!” He whines, the sound and the tone in which he says this hurts you.
“I know… maybe just lay low for a bit. Try to de-stress or something. I was just looking for a bad horror movie to put on if you want to join me?” You offer him a smile, waving the remote in the air.
Seokjin sighs and shakes his head. “No thanks. I think I’m going to go shower and take a nap.” He leaves then, head hung low. You can’t help the uncomfortable twist in your stomach at seeing your friend so down, but it mingles with relief at the high possibility that the wedding is actually over with.
It’s the middle of the week before you hear from Seokjin again. You’d tried calling and texting with no response. The day after your lunch with Sunmi, you went next door to check on him, but when Yoongi answered, he told you Seokjin was out. He wasn’t sure where, since he wasn’t answering his calls either. You both even tried to call Sunmi, with no response from her. This doesn’t surprise you though. You and Yoongi are Seokjin’s friends, so if she isn’t with him anymore, why would she talk to you?
You’re about ready to report Seokjin missing when your phone rings. Tossing your work laptop aside, you dive across the bed to answer your phone.
“Hello?!”
“Hey, Y/n,” Seokjin starts.
“Seokjin, where the hell have you been?! I’ve been worried sick!”
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’ve been with Sunmi at her place.”
Your stomach drops. “What?”
“We both had our phones off so we could spend time together and just talk. The wedding is back on. She was getting nervous that day she was out with you, so she drank too much and being the lightweight she is, got too drunk too fast. It made her even more anxious about the wedding and she panicked and called me to break it off. But we’re okay again.” You hear the smile in his voice and it hurts.
“That’s great, Seokjin.” You manage to say.
“Oh! I’ll be home later and I need to grab her wedding dress. She said she left it in the backseat of your car.”
“Sounds good.” You choke out, clearing your throat to cover it.
“Cool. See you later, Y/n.” You hang up without saying goodbye and grab your nearest pillow, muffling a scream. You had been so close to putting a stop to this whole thing.
The wedding is a little less than a month away and at this point, you’re out of ideas.
You take a few minutes to wallow in your self-pity before dragging yourself out of bed and outside to the parking garage where your car is. Snatching Sunmi’s dress up, you stomp back upstairs as a last possible thought comes to mind.
Rushing to the elevator and up to your floor, you sprint into your room, surveying it for a spot to hide the dress. You end up going with your closet, stuffing it into a pair of knee-high boots in the corner.
Satisfied, you send Seokjin a text, telling him you searched everywhere, but couldn’t find it. He suggests that maybe Sunmi misplaced it and doesn’t remember, saying she’ll do a sweep of her place for it.
You wait for the aftermath of Sunmi not finding the dress and it comes only a few hours later with a phone call from her.
“Y/n!? Seokjin said you didn’t see the dress?!”
“Hey, no I didn’t. I checked all over the backseat and the trunk and nothing. You don’t have it?” You ask, reclining on your bed.
“No! I tore my closet apart and everything!”
“Hmm, I know I saw it when we were at lunch.”
“Oh no… what if I forgot to grab it when we left the restaurant!? I have to call them now! Thanks Y/n!” She hangs up without saying goodbye and you toss your phone to the side.
You don’t notice Hani poking her head in your door until she clears her throat, startling you.
“You had something to do with the dress going missing, didn’t you?”
“What? Why would I?” You feign innocence, but she doesn’t buy it.
“Oh, please. I ran into Yoongi in the elevator just now and he said that Seokjin said Sunmi is losing it over her missing dress. It was one of her dream dresses.”
“Yeah, I think she mentioned that to me,” you say, tone casual.
“I’ll say again, I don’t support this,” Hani states firmly.
“I know.”
Your roommate stares at you intently as you scroll through your phone, deciding not to say anything else as she ducks out of the room. The same sliver of guilt you keep feeling gnaws at you, only for a little while longer, until thoughts of going on dates with Seokjin replace these negative feelings.
It’s Seokjin who tells you that the restaurant didn’t have the dress. When Sunmi tried calling the dress shop, they didn’t have the other two dresses she loved in stock anymore. He stops by your apartment as you’re getting ready for work the next morning, asking if you or Hani know any places to get a nice wedding dress. You can only suggest the usual shops you frequent, nothing exclusively with wedding dresses, but he’ll pass it along to her anyway.
“She’s so torn up about it, I don’t know what to do,” Seokjin complains. You pat his back, offering him sympathy.
“I can only imagine what she’s going through, but I’m sure she’ll find something.” The daggers Hani is shooting into your back are so intense, you can feel her eyes on you.
You leave for work as Seokjin does, so you don’t have to get stuck with Hani and her inevitable speech that awaits you. You know you should feel bad for the dress situation, but maybe this is it. Maybe that’ll be it for the wedding, you think.
This isn’t the case, of course, because the universe just hates your guts. Only a few days after dressgate, Seokjin tells you that Sunmi’s mother mailed her a dress from a boutique in her hometown that she saw and knew it’d be a perfect replacement.
And just like that, the wedding is back on, and Seokjin and Sunmi are ready to live happily ever after.
While you’re left out of ideas, out of hope, and tremendously fucking sad.
The rest of November is uneventful, as you see Seokjin even less than before with the wedding less than a month away. You feel as though not only are you all out of sabotage ideas, but your energy to try has depleted. You give up. You lost. You’re probably cursed to continue on one bad date after another until you’re old and have a house full of ferrets to keep you company.
Yoongi texts you multiple times a week, which is more than he ever has, checking in on you to just say hi, or send you funny videos. Hani, being the best roommate that she is, checks on you every single day as you fall deeper into your pit of despair. She texts you when you’re at work or when she’s not home, she brings you food and forces you out of the confines of your room to watch tv or cook with her.
“I know it hurts right now. It hurts, and it feels endless, but you’ll be okay.” She says one night, as the two of you watch a Christmas movie and you get more emotional than you thought you would at the couple on screen.
“But when?” You sniffle, not even noticing when you start crying.
Hani reaches over, putting her arm around you and pulling you close. “I don’t know, babe. I truly don’t. But it will, I promise.” You mumble out a weak thanks, a few more tears falling as you barely watch the rest of the movie.
The weeks that pass by are all the same. You don’t bother doing much for Christmas, even though Hani makes you get a small tree for the living room, and you put up a couple of decorations with her. It’s typically your favorite holiday, but this year, it hasn’t felt like much. You and Seokjin usually go ice skating or go to Lotteworld to celebrate the season, but with your best friend preoccupied, you don’t get to do any of that with him, nor do you want to do it at all. You don’t feel any of your usual holiday cheer.
The days leading up to the wedding are some of the longest, yet slowest days of your life. On the day of, you drag yourself out of bed, not feeling excited in the slightest. Part of you feels a twinge of guilt for feeling so miserable on your best friend’s wedding day, but a bigger part of you, the part that longs for Seokjin to love you back, is selfish and doesn’t care.
Today feels like the end of a lot of things. Your friendship with Seokjin, the possibility of ever being with him, and even of finding the person you truly are meant to be with. He knows you more and better than anyone that’s ever been in your life, so it makes sense to be with him.
Only you can’t because he’ll be giving himself to someone else. You may have done a lot of shitty things over the past couple of months, but you’d never try to get him to divorce. It was either before the wedding or not at all, and it’s looking like not at all.
With him having been so absent from your life the days leading up to today, you can only imagine how much less you’ll hear from him once the wedding happens. This sours your mood even more as you force back tears while doing your makeup.
Your gloomy mood carries over to the wedding venue as you try your damndest to greet everyone you run into, including Yoongi, who pulls you aside into an empty hallway when he spots you.
“How are you?” Is the first thing he asks.
“How do you think I am? I’m about to watch the only person I’ve ever been in love with marry another person so…”
“I’m sorry, Y/n. Even though I had no input while you were trying to pull off your master plan to stop the wedding, I can’t say you didn’t give it your all.”
“Stopping a wedding is a lot harder than you’d think.” You shrug.
A sound from down the hall has you both turning to look, seeing Seokjin rushing out of a room and into the backyard section of the venue.
“Wonder what his issue is,” Yoongi voices, watching through the glassdoor as Seokjin paces out in the cold.
“I’ll go find out,” you volunteer, making your way down the hall and outside with him. You pull your coat tighter around your body as you step outside. “Seokjin, what’s going on?”
He jumps at the sound of your voice and turns to you looking frazzled. “Fuck, Y/n, I’m freaking out!” He tugs on his neatly styled hair for emphasis.
“About the wedding?”
“About everything! I just… so many things have gone wrong leading up to today! I don’t know if that’s something I should take note of, you know? Like, nothing went right and every little thing just seemed to mess up in some way. Was that all a sign? Is the universe telling me I’m about to make the worst mistake of my life? I really love Sunmi, but holy shit I can’t jump into a whole ass marriage and have it fall apart because it wasn’t meant to be!” Seokjin’s eyes are watery as he rambles, his face as red as his lucky tie that he’s wearing.
“Seokjin…”
“Am I crazy? I spent all night last night asking myself over and over again if this is right. Do I really wanna do this when clearly I’m being told not to? Maybe I’m destined to be alone forever and never find happiness because honestly, this will be like the ultimate relationship that doesn’t work out. Everything else up until now was just the warm-up.”
“Stop it, don’t think like that.”
“Why not? I mean it seems like it!”
“Because all that shit was my fault!” You blurt out, not being able to hold it in anymore. You care about Seokjin too much to stomach seeing him beat himself up like this. This isn’t what you imagined his reaction would be if he ended up calling the wedding off.
He stops pacing, trying to decipher your words. “What do you mean?”
“I’m the one that fucked everything up, is what I mean. I’m the one who canceled the venue, I put doubt in Sunmi’s head at lunch that day, and I’m the one who hid her wedding dress! Everything bad that happened was me!”
Seokjin’s face contorts into several different emotions while he processes everything. “I… Y/n, why would you do all of that?”
“Because I wanted to ruin the wedding! When you told me you were proposing, I wasn’t happy at all! I was so fucking sad, and I didn’t have any idea why until I did; I love you. Like, I’m in love with you. You’ve been my best friend forever and I love you. I hate that this is what it took for me to realize it, but here we are. Merry fucking Christmas, I guess.” You’re crying, no matter how hard you try to stop.
“Wow. Y/n I don’t know what to say.”
“Just yell at me or tell me to fuck off and uninvite me or something? I don’t know. I fucked a lot of things up.”
“Yeah, you did. Do you know how much I was stressing about everything that got ruined? How much Sunmi was stressing? We’ve been equally excited and terrified of this day because of everything.” Seokjin is annoyed, but not yelling.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m so fucking sorry. I just love you so much, both platonically and non-platonically, and I miss you already. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“Y/n, you’re not going to lose me.”
“It sure feels like it! Since you announced your engagement, we haven’t been able to hang out at all. Everything is so different and you haven’t even gotten married.”
He lets out a heavy sigh that you can feel resonate within you. “I honestly don’t even know what to say right now.”
“I don’t know what I expected you to say, especially not with today being the day. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, because I wouldn’t deserve it if you did, but please don’t hate me. I don’t think I can handle that.”
“Y/n, come on, I don’t hate you. I’m pissed and confused, but I don’t hate you. I mean I loved you too at one point. And even at your Halloween party when you brought that guy, I think I was jealous, even though my feelings for you went away a while ago. I just don’t know what to say at this moment. I’m getting married and this is a lot.” He runs his fingers through his hair, ruining the styling even more.
You rub your wet eyes, no doubt smearing your makeup. “Wait, you were jealous? I only brought Jimin to get under your skin, but I didn’t think it worked.” Then, the other part of what he said dawned on you. “And you loved me too?”
“Wasn’t that obvious?” Seokjin asks, looking confused that you’re confused.
“What? No! Do you think we’d be having this conversation right now if it was?!”
Your best friend goes to open his mouth, then closes it again. “Well, no I guess not.” He finally says.
A beat of silence passes between you both and against your better judgment, you rush forward and stand on your tiptoes to loop your arms around Seokjin’s neck. He doesn’t stop you, so before you can stop yourself, you pull his head down, his plush lips meeting yours.
The kiss isn’t long, but his lips are warm and soft and you feel a shockwave course through your veins at the feeling.
Seokjin pushes you away finally. “Y/n, I -”
“Seokjin!” Sunmi shrieking his name from behind you makes you both whip around to look at her. She’s standing in the doorway of the venue, her hands gripping the train of her sleek, silky white gown.
“Shit, Sunmi this isn’t what it looks like.” Seokjin steps away from you, moving towards her but she holds a hand up to him.
“Don’t!” She screams, voice cracking. Her watery eyes dart over to you, her gaze making you look away. Without another word, Sunmi turns on her heels and rushes back into the venue.
Seokjin watches her go, cursing lightly under his breath. He turns back to you, looking torn. “Fuck, I have to go after her. Can we… we can talk later.”
Of course, you understand. His fianceé saw him kissing another woman that she’s always been wary of on their wedding day. It makes sense, but it still hurts.
Nevertheless, you nod. You sulk behind him into the venue and run into Sunmi’s brother as soon as you step through the door.
“Seokjin, what’s going on?!” Seungdong asks in a panic.
“What do you mean?”
“Sunmi ran out like a minute ago and no one saw which way she went!”
“What? Has someone tried to call her?”
“She doesn’t have her phone on her, it’s in her dressing room. I’m heading out to find her now. It can’t be hard to spot a woman walking around the streets in a wedding dress.” Seokjin watches him go, his stress level visibly increasing.
“Hey, do you want me to help?” You ask, placing your hand on his arm.
“I don’t have my car! We drove in with Yoongi. I gotta go find him -”
“Let me take you, I have my car.”
“Okay, “ Seokjin says without hesitation. You both jog to your car as fast as your uncomfortable formal shoes can take you.
With Seokjin in the passenger seat and you in the driver, you peel out of your parking spot, driving without much thought. “Where do you think she is?” You ask, trying to keep your eyes open for her.
“Shit, I don’t know, maybe her apartment? But that’s too far on foot. And she doesn’t have her phone or a purse so she couldn’t have gotten a rideshare or the bus…” He trails off, staring intently out of the window before a thought seems to pop into his head. “We’re close to the river, aren’t we?!”
“I think so.”
“That’s where we had our first date, let’s try there!”
You nod, making the short trip to Han River. Once parked, you split up to cover more ground. Surprisingly, it’s not long until you spot her. Dark hair out of the neat bun it was in, sitting in a heap of white in the grass.
“Sunmi!” You call out as you get closer. She turns to you, face twisting into a frown. Swiftly, she whips back around to focus on the river. “Sunmi, you’ll ruin your dress.”
“What does it matter? Isn’t that what you want?” She snaps, still not looking at you.
“Sunmi, listen, I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Sorry for kissing my fiancé, sorry for lying to me, or sorry for trying to ruin my wedding?!”
You wince at her tone, never having seen this side of her before. “All of it. Every part of it. I shouldn’t have kissed Seokjin.”
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.”
“I shouldn’t have lied to you when you asked how I felt about him, but I panicked, okay?”
“I may not have been sober, but I remember asking you. You looked at me and told me I didn’t need to worry about you, and I believed you.”
“Please, I know and I feel shitty about it. You asked me bluntly and you were drunk and I was scared. These feelings for him were so new at the time, I just - I don’t mean to make excuses, but I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
“And I can’t even tell you how sorry I am about everything with the wedding. It was childish and evil and nothing about what I did is okay.”
“It’s not okay!”
“I know! I know Sunmi, and I’m so sorry. You can hate me if you want. You can think I’m terrible and that I’m a homewrecker, but please don’t leave it like this with Seokjin. He loves you a lot and this entire thing is my fault. Just talk to him, please.”
Sunmi sniffles, finally turning to look at you. Her eyes are red and makeup smeared. “I should be so much more pissed off with you right now. Like, if I smacked you right now, I’d be well within my rights to do so.”
“You can if you want to! If it’ll make you feel better.”
“No,” Sunmi shakes her head. “I won’t. But I’m still very mad at you.”
“You’re allowed to be.” She gives you another look, then you both hear Seokjin calling your names from a distance.
He makes it across the grass, panting and out of breath. “Sunmi! I’ve been looking all over for you! Please, can we talk?”
Sunmi stands up, brushing the grass from her dress. “I’ll talk to you, but that doesn’t mean we’re getting married today.”
“That’s fine! I understand.”
You take this as your cue to leave, telling them you can wait in the car, but they say not to wait up for them. The venue is far enough to walk back to and they’d prefer to do that while they have a much-needed talk.
After apologizing to them both again you see yourself out of the conversation, heart hurting and the outcome feeling extremely bittersweet. You truly want the best for them, but you have a lot of work to do on your own feelings.
Three days later, you get a visit at home from Seokjin. He and Sunmi have rescheduled the wedding for the first week of January and are still going to get married. Luckily, the venue was nice enough to squeeze them into a day to reschedule. You don’t expect to get invited to the rescheduled wedding, but you are.
“I meant what I said the other day, by the way,” Seokjin says after there’s a lull in conversation about the new wedding date. “About how I used to love you as more than a friend.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. I had a lot of times throughout the years where I realized I was in love with you, but at some point, in the last few years I kind of just told myself to let the feelings pass. You’ve been the most important person to me my whole life and I didn’t want to jeopardize that. Friends that like the other friend always either get a really good or really bad ending, and there was no way I was going to gamble and find out what happened.”
He’s right. If Seokjin had confessed to you a few years ago, you’re not sure if you would’ve realized how you felt then or if you would’ve still been ignorant about your feelings. The thought of losing Seokjin completely hurts even more than the thought of never having a chance to be with him as more than a friend.
You voice these thoughts out loud and thank him for being honest and telling you. “I would never want you out of my life and if that means mending a broken heart, but still getting to see you all the time, then so be it.”
Seokjin beams at you, reaching out to pull you across the couch and into a hug. “Even though you tried to ruin my wedding, which I am still annoyed about, you’re still my best friend, Y/n and I love you. Thank you for understanding and taking this so well.”
“Well, I’ll probably cry about it in the shower for a few weeks, but thank you.” You share a laugh and hug him back until he has to go to finalize a few things for the wedding.
When he’s gone, you get a good cry in before even getting in the shower.
The ceremony is quick and as you sit between Hani and Yoongi, you wait for the tears, and thankfully, you don’t do too ugly of a cry. Tears fall from your eyes, but you don’t feel the hole in your chest opening any wider which is good. It feels like something almost akin to healing.
After the ceremony is a small reception in one of the venue dining rooms. You stay with Hani most of the time, greeting other mutual friends here and there. At some point, Sunmi makes her way over and takes a seat next to you. Hani excuses herself, letting the two of you have the privacy you need for this conversation.
“I want to let you know that I forgive you. It sucked and you hurt me, but I forgive you, Y/n. And thank you for giving me my dress back.”
“Sunmi, thank you so much!” You reach out for a hug, but she holds out a hand to stop you.
“I didn’t say I was ready to be your friend again. That will still take time, but for now, thank you for coming.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You watch as Sunmi gives you the tiniest of smiles.
She leaves without another glance, and you’re left alone again until you see Yoongi approaching out of the corner of your eye.
“Hey,” he starts, leaning against the table. “I heard from Seokjin how your talk with him went. How are you doing?”
You shrug. “As good as I can be, I suppose.”
“That’s fair. And it looked like Sunmi didn’t come over here to kick your ass, so I take it you two are good?
You let out what feels like a laugh and nod. “Yeah, we’re okay.”
“That’s good.” Yoongi clears his throat, holding out his hand. “Can I ask you to dance now?” His question catches you off guard, but his expression is genuine.
With very little hesitation you accept, placing your hand in his and letting him lead you to the dancefloor. There’s a slow song playing, definitely an oldie, and is the perfect song to slow dance to as you lie your head on Yoongi’s shoulder and sway to the music with him. This is the first time since the engagement was announced that you haven’t thought of Seokjin. You’re only thinking about Yoongi and being here with him, and you feel completely at ease.
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Apartment 9: Writer Wednesday September 8th 2021
Writer Wednesday: @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape
Pairing: Maxwell Lord (WW84) x Female Reader
Length: 2.8K
Warnings: Mention of divorce, being a single parent, brief consideration of being a woman alone in a big city. A lot of this takes place in a lift. Allusion to an age gap (not a big one, and reader is of age). Aside from being female and other characters describing her as pretty, there are no other descriptors of the reader. There is one kiss described, but no other physical intimacy.
Author's Note: My first ever Writer Wednesday submission! I hope you enjoy. I have read a few soft and fluffy things for Max Lord recently and he's just been in my head. Inspiration struck me with this week's prompt and I just went with it!
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You didn’t know much about the man who lived down the hall. What you did know, you didn’t know if you could fully believe as a lot of it was snippets of lift gossip you had heard as you went to and from your apartment to the ground floor. That didn’t seem reliable, or like it would be particularly kind in the way it painted a picture. But if this gossip was to be believed, he had recently lost everything except his son, who he loved dearly. Essentially, he had made some bad decisions and was now paying for them.
You hadn’t seen him in person yourself until he had been there about six months. It so happened he was running for the lift and you held the door for him. You didn’t know who he was at first.
‘Thank you,’ he smiled softly as he stepped in.
You smiled back.
‘Have you… have you lived here long?’ he asked.
You turned to him and raised an eyebrow. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with the question, but you couldn’t be too careful, a woman living on your own in the big city.
‘I- I just meant I’ve been here six months and we’ve not met before,’ he explained.
You softened a little bit. Whoever this was, was just trying to be friendly. ‘Two years, nearly,’ you replied.
The lift door dinged as you reached the ground floor. He motioned for you to go first. You paused a second, a little taken aback at his politeness, but walked out of the lift, turning around to face it once you came out. He stepped out after you, not quite sure what to do given you had stopped. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.
‘You live on the eighth floor too?’ you asked, a little surprised.
‘I do,’ he nodded. ‘Number 11.’
‘Number 9,’ you pointed toward yourself.
‘Wow, practically neighbours for half a year and we’ve only just met!’ he laughed. He had a genuine smile, but his laugh seemed a bit restrained, a bit guarded.
You couldn’t help but break into a big smile at the absurdity of it. ‘Right? How crazy!’
He seemed to perk up a bit at your smile; seemed to stand a bit straighter, his smile starting to reach his eyes a bit more. He pushed his floppy, blondish-brownish hair out of his eyes and smiled again.
‘I’m Max,’ he offered his hand. ‘Nice to meet you.’
You offered your hand in return and gave your name. ‘Nice to meet you too, Max.’
‘I’ve got to get going, I’m picking up my son,’ Max said, moving toward the exit.
‘Where from?’ you asked. Couldn’t be school at 10am on a Saturday.
‘From his mum,’ Max explained. ‘I get to see him this weekend.’ The smile on Max’s face showed just how happy he was about it. It was a much more genuine smile this time, and very infectious.
‘I won’t keep you then,’ you smiled back, moving to catch up to him. ‘Have a lovely time together.’
‘Thank you,’ Max was still smiling and this one had reached his eyes fully; he looked genuinely pleased at your remark. ‘Have a good rest of the day yourself.’
You parted ways as your came out of the apartment building. He seemed pleasant enough. Just a single dad, clearly loved his son, trying to get by, as far as you could tell. And after all, wasn’t everyone in the building just trying to get by? And if the lift gossip was true, was that really your business, or anyone else’s, for that matter? Max seemed nice enough to want to say hello to, and hold the lift door for again.
You didn’t see him again for a couple of days, and this time you were both waiting for the lift to arrive. After exchanging the standard ‘hello’, the silence was a little difficult; you weren’t one for inane small talk. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Max stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring at his feet. He looked… nervous?
Come on, you must be able to think of something.
‘How was your time with your son?’ you asked, glancing over at Max.
He looked relieved that you had said something. ‘It was great, thank you,’ he smiled. ‘How have you been?’
‘Not too bad,’ you gave what you hoped was not a tired smile. ‘Just trying to get by.’
Max nodded. ‘I hear that,’ he agreed. ‘Just one foot in front of the other, it feels like some days.’
The lift dinged and the doors opened. Max motioned for you to go first again. ‘To the ground?’ he asked as he went to hit the floor button.
You nodded. ‘Are you seeing your son again today?’
‘No,’ Max said, more than a hint of sadness in his voice. ‘Just out for a walk and a coffee.’
‘There’s a great place round the corner from here, if you haven’t already been. Maria’s?’ you furrowed your brow trying to remember the name.
‘I think I’ve walked past it,’ Max nodded. ‘I’ll check it out. Anything exciting planned for you today?’
You shook your head and laughed. ‘I wish. Just errands.’
‘Never ends, does it?’ Max agreed.
The lift doors opened and again Max motioned for you to go first. As you left the building, Max wished you a nice rest of the day and that he would see you later. You smiled and nodded. You only had two interactions lasting less than five minutes, but Max seemed much nicer than the lift gossip suggested. Which is exactly why you tended not to not give it any credit. At least next time you had something to ask about; whether he tried the coffee at Maria’s, and what did he think of it. You found yourself hoping you saw him again fairly soon; it was nice to have someone to talk to who didn’t just want to gossip about the building residents. Or was it that he was kind of cute? Sure, he was a little older than you, but the way his hair flopped forward when he looked down was adorable. He had a nice smile too. But, you reminded yourself, he was just trying to get by, one foot in front of the other.
But weren’t you, too?
You didn’t see Max for a few days after that and even then, only very briefly. You were coming out of the lift having come up, as he was waiting for it to go down. There was a boy with him you assumed was his son; there wasn’t a huge resemblance, so you assumed he must look more like his mum.
‘Hello Max,’ you greeted him as you stepped out.
‘Hello,’ he smiled at you. ‘I’m so sorry, we’re in a bit of a rush.’
‘Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll hold the lift for you soon,’ you smirked over your shoulder as you walked to your door. You heard the lift doors close behind you, but not before you heard a chuckle from Max and a young voice ask ‘Dad, who is that?’. So you’d finally met Max’s son, sort of.
You did in fact hold the lift for Max a couple of days later, but on the way up this time. He was carrying a couple of grocery bags and smiled at you over the top of them.
‘Thank you,’ he said as he tried to hold the bags without anything slipping out.
‘Told you I would hold the door for you soon,’ you laughed softly. ‘Can I give you a hand?’
‘Would you mind?’ Max looked relieved. ‘Only if you’re sure, I wouldn’t want to impose.’ You motioned with your hands to pass you one and took the one in his left arm from him.
‘How was the coffee at Maria’s? Did you go in the end?’ you asked, once you were sure the grocery bag was secure.
‘I did, it was lovely,’ Max smiled. ‘Definitely one of the best I’ve had since I got here.’
‘It’s my favourite,’ you agreed. ‘Oooh, and it’s nice to see your son has your curiosity.’
Max blinked at you and looked genuinely confused. ‘I’m sorry?’
‘A few days ago, you were in a hurry as I was coming out the lift? He asked who was that as you got in?’ you explained.
‘Oh! Sorry, yes, I’d almost forgotten,’ he said as recognition crawled across his face. ‘I keep telling him to use his indoor voice. He does keep me on my toes.’
The lift doors dinged, and before stepping out you asked Max if he’d like some help carrying them to his apartment.
‘If you’d hold on to it while I get the door open, that would be wonderful,’ he said, motioning for you to leave the lift first. He followed you as you stepped out and nodded in the direction of his apartment door.
As you got to Max’s door, you were standing either side of the door itself, facing each other as Max fumbled in his pockets for his keys. This was the first time you’d properly looked at him, and you found yourself picking up details you’d not noticed before. His floppy blondish-brownish hair flicked down toward his eyes, that you’d seen before, but you hadn’t noticed how beautiful his deep brown eyes were, and you hadn’t taken in his gorgeous golden skin, and the size of his hands on the grocery bag…
Girl, get it together. This poor guy is probably reeling from who knows what, given he is a dad not living with his son he very clearly loves, and describes living as one foot in front of the other. He does not need you looking at him like that.
You heard Max say something.
‘Sorry, what was that?’ you ask.
‘I… I said thank you so much for helping,’ Max said, his skin a little pink.
His front door was open. He’d found his keys and opened the door while you’d been gawking at him. Your cheeks burned slightly at the thought he might have noticed.
‘Oh! It’s no trouble,’ you smile. ‘Want me to bring this in?’ You raised the bag you were still holding.
‘No, don’t worry, I’ve got it from here,’ Max chuckled. He seemed to be avoiding your gaze.
You straightened up and smiled again as you passed the bag over. ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to it. See you later, Max!’
‘See you later,’ Max replied, as you were already walking back to your own door.
Later turned out to be a couple of days later, and again you met Max going up in the lift. He had his son with him again.
‘This is Alistair,’ Max beamed proudly, after introducing you to his son.
You knelt down, and smiled at Max’s son. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Alistair,’ you hold your hand out.
‘You too!’ he smiles in that adorable, excited way most children do, and shakes your hand.
You stand back up again as the lift dings and you all get in, Max holding Alistair back as he lets you go first again. In the lift, Alistair presses the button for the eighth floor, and looks up at you.
‘Can I press the button for you?’ he asks.
‘You already have,’ you smile down at him. ‘I live on the same floor as your dad.’
Alistair smiles. He gets this expression on his face you can’t place. You don’t dwell on it as you hurriedly try to think of small talk; what can you ask that doesn’t ignore one or the other? Then it hits you.
‘Alistair, has your dad taken you to Maria’s?’ you ask him, a smile teasing at the corners of your mouth.
‘The coffee shop?’ Alistair looks at you, confused, as you nod. ‘No, he says coffee is for grown ups,’ Alistair rolls his eyes.
‘That’s true, but you know what? Maria’s also does amazing milkshakes,’ you grin as you look at Max. He smiles at you.
‘Ooooh,’ Alistair gasps.
The lift dings. Max motions for you to go first. You step out and kneel down to Alistair again. ‘It was nice meeting you, Alistair. See you soon?’
Alistair nods with a smile. You stand up and smile at Max ‘I’ll see you soon,’ you say as you walk toward your door.
‘Dad, is that the pretty lady from number 9?’ you hear Alistair’s voice, and you’re glad you’re walking away as your face flushes red.
‘Indoor voice, please, Alistair,’ you hear Max sigh, as their footsteps move away from you.
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You’re beginning to think Max is avoiding you. It’s been almost a week since you met Alistair and you’ve not seen him. You’re standing in the lift waiting for it to start moving, staring at your shoes, as you hear someone get in. Your eyes flick up for a second and you see Max standing in the lift with you.
The lift doors close and it begins descending.
For the first time, you actually feel like there is an awkward silence between you two. You dare another glance at Max and he is doing the same as you, staring at his shoes. That gorgeous hair has flipped forward again, hands stuffed into his pockets…
You clear your throat. ‘Do you normally tell Alistair about all the pretty ladies you see?’
Max’s head whips round to you, so fast your surprised he’s not given himself whiplash. ‘I’m… I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.’
You smile kindly at Max. ‘Not at all,’ you reply. ‘But that’s not what I asked,’ your expression turns into something of a mischievous grin.
Max blushes. Those stunning eyes meet yours. ‘I… I told him… well, you’re the only one I’ve ever mentioned.’
It was your turn to flush red. ‘Really?’
Max nods as the lift dings for the ground floor, and gestures for you to go first. ‘And even then, it was his idea.’
‘What?’ you ask, confused.
Max looks at the floor, smiling nervously. ‘Remember when we were on our way down, when we were in a rush? Well, he asked who you were, as you heard, and I explained you lived at number 9 and we got the lift together sometimes.’
You nod, waiting for him to continue.
‘And Alistair really does keep me on my toes because he said you were really pretty, and I agreed. And of course he decides to remember that at the point it would cause the most embarrassment,’ Max sighs, risking a glance over to you.
‘I think it was more the lack of indoor voice that was the problem,’ you giggle.
Max laughs, another genuine one that reaches his eyes, and he nods in agreement. ‘It certainly was,’ he smiles, a sweet little dimple emerging on one side of his face. He was so cute, and you were starting to think he had absolutely no idea.
You both stood there for a few seconds in silence, not really knowing what to do next but also not really wanting to end the encounter.
‘Where are you off to?’ Max asks you.
‘Nothing too exciting, just a walk and then coffee at Maria’s,’ you reply.
‘What a coincidence,’ Max smiles. ‘Would you mind if I join you?’
‘Of course,’ you nod. ‘Who would turn down the gorgeous guy from number 11?’
Max flushes red. ‘I don’t know about that. But I’m glad the pretty lady from number 9 wouldn’t.’
Damn, he really had no idea how cute he was, did he?
As you step out of the building, Max offers you his arm, and you loop yours through it as you walk down the steps from the entrance. You pause at the bottom, smile and gaze into those incredible dark brown eyes. Before you know where you are, your lips are on his and you’re running your hands through his hair, curling your fingers at the back of his neck. His lips are impossibly soft, his hands finding their way to your waist, holding you close to him. His tongue gently brushes against your lips, seeking permission, and you are all too happy to grant it. He’s gentle, almost hesitant at first, but his kiss deepens into something so passionate you’re glad he’s holding your waist, as he’s making you weak at the knees.
Eventually you pull back, breathless, giddy, smiling. ‘Wow,’ is all you can offer.
Max smiles and blushes for about the third time in five minutes. ‘Wow indeed,’ he agrees. ‘Come on, let’s go and get a coffee and you can tell me about this gorgeous guy at number 11.’
You roll your eyes, loop your arm in his and start walking. ‘Sure thing, but only if there’s more of those kisses in it for me,’ you tease.
#writer wednesday#max lord fanfic#max lord x you#maxwell lord x reader#maxwell lord fluff#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal characters
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Cursed Fears (pt 2)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Word Count: 3703
Warnings: NSFW 18+, Aged up Megumi, mentions of violence, character death, swearing, use of female pronouns and anatomy, angst, slight praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving) Minors DNI.
Author Note: This is a sequel but it can be read as a stand-alone. pt 1 is up on my blog and pt 3 will be posted soon.
Megumi’s POV
Everything was dark and the smell of blood was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell where I was exactly, I knew I was in the domain of a special grade but I was sure I had gone home to y/n. Nobara, Yuji, and I had exorcised a second-grade curse and had called it a night. So where did this domain come from? How did I get here? I could swear I could hear thunder crack every now and then, but I can’t even remember if there was a storm when I was here with Yuji and Nobara. Where was Gojo when I needed him? I stumbled through the darkness blindly before I was met with a sight that made my heart drop.
Sukuna sat lazily on his throne, his red eyes trained on me in a predatory glare, sharp nails tapping impatiently on his temple. “It's about time you showed up, I thought I was going to have my fun without you. Now that you’re here, we can continue.” Sukuna’s mouth pulled into a sinister grin as I stared at the limp figure at the foot of his throne.
“Y/n…” her name came out as barely a whisper, my throat felt like it was closing up. She was at home studying for her statistics class, I know she was. I shook my head violently before pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. This isn’t real.
“What’s wrong little sorcerer? Not feeling so tough anymore are you? You were so confident you could take me on earlier, so come on, take her back. Until you do I may have to play with her a little bit more, show her that she was never safe from me.” Sukuna reached down and pulled her unconscious body up into his lap. He held her jaw with one hand and turned her face so I could see. I wanted to scream at him not to touch her, or to hurt me instead, but nothing came out. Every part of my body was frozen in place at the sight of her tortured body. Sukuna could see me struggling in his domain and smirked down at me. He slowly dragged his mouth up her throat and to the shell of her ear. “Time to wake up princess, our guest is here.” Sukuna squeezed her throat at the same time he nipped her ear and her eyes flew open to immediately fall on me.
“No, please let her go.” The words finally came but I still couldn’t move. She looked so scared, the person I love most is in danger and I couldn’t do anything about it. I forced myself forward a single step but it felt like I was sinking into the ground. Why can’t I move? “I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t hurt her.”
“I told you what I wanted, I told you to come and get her. Show me just how strong you are.” Sukuna taunted. With a firm grip on my girlfriend's jaw and his other hand traveling down her body, Sukuna was in complete control. I know I can’t use cursed energy or shikigami here or I would risk her becoming collateral damage, but I couldn’t stand still and do nothing.
“‘Gumi, help me.” Her voice was shaking, her entire body trembling. I wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to safety. Her eyes squeezed shut as Sukunas mouth attacked her neck and left dark bruises in its wake.
“Time’s running out kid, I’m starting to get bored.” Sukuna’s free hand began to snake over her legs, dragging his razor-sharp nails over the soft skin there, leaving angry red scratches behind. Tears began to fall freely from her eyes and I tried to force myself forward again to no avail. Whimpers and cries for help begin to fall from her lips faster, and god I feel like I’m in hell. All I can do is watch as she cries out in fear, heart cracking at every sound she makes. Finally, she says something that makes me feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest
“You did this to me, this is your fault.” My body felt numb at the sound of her broken words. All I can do is shake my head and beg, beg Sukuna for mercy, and beg her for forgiveness.
“Baby it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”
“You said you would protect me, why did you do this to me?”
“I’m sorry, I’m gonna get you out of here. Please believe me, my love.” I was on my knees before the king of curses now. So close I could pick up on her perfume that smells sickly sweet of roses, but the smell I adore so much was tainted with something else now.
Sukuna clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You know better than to make promises you can’t keep, right?” My whole body was shaking with fear and rage at the curse, but all I could do was bargain.
“Please, I swear I will do anything, just let her go.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, pleading to just see her leave here alive. Sukuna’s nails dug deeper into her throat, drawing blood as it trickled down her neck and chest in small streams.
“I think I’d rather punish you and the brat for trapping me in this vessel. You get to watch as I kill her, and then I’ll switch out with him so he can see what he’s done.” Sukuna leaned down to face me. “This is what happens when self-righteous sorcerers need to learn their place, so don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Fear shot through my entire body at those words. I couldn’t help but scream loudly as Sukuna jerked her head and a loud, sickening crack filled my ears.
I shot straight up in bed as a crack of thunder rumbled through the apartment. My eyes were unfocused as I dragged myself towards the bathroom and a wave of nausea washed over me. I barely made it to the toilet before I was vomiting into it. My knees burned from where they hit the tile but all I can think about was the sound of her whimpers and begs for help ringing in my ears. I was vaguely aware of the shirt sticking to me with sweat as I tried to control my erratic breathing. Thunder cracked again, sounding eerily like the way her neck snapped in my nightmare and I was retching again.
The cycle continued for what felt like hours until I was left coughing and dry heaving. As the panic started to ebb away I noticed the presence of my girlfriend on the floor behind me, running her hands soothingly over my back, and lightly pressing her thumbs into my spine. She had her knees on either side of my waist and was resting her head between my shoulder blades. I reached up to flush the toilet before gently squeezing her knee to let her know I was okay. She wordlessly pulled my sweaty shirt over my head to let the cool air hit my back before lifting herself off of the floor and out of the bathroom.
I shifted my body so I could press my forehead against the hard plastic of the bathtub. After a couple minutes, she handed me a bottle of water and pressed a cold, damp cloth to the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” voice raspy from coughing and throwing up. This wasn’t the first time I had woken her with my nightmares, and I doubt it would be the last. She reclaims her spot on the floor behind me and continues rubbing my back.
“Don’t be sorry, I prefer to be woken up by you going to the bathroom than you throwing up in the bed anyway.” I can’t help but laugh at her teasing and we could both feel the unease begin to fade.
“Yeah, that's a good point. You’re too good to me, you know that?” I moved so that I was leaning back against her chest and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders protectively.
“Nope, I refuse to accept that statement because we are the perfect amount of goodness to each other.” I tilted my head back to rest it on her shoulder before pressing a quick kiss to her neck. I couldn’t help but wonder how I was lucky enough for Nobara to introduce the two of us. It was in the small, intimate moments like these that I knew I would happily go to my grave protecting her.
Reader’s POV
“Okay you know the drill,” you said to him as you held out your hands expectantly. He smiled as he placed both his hands in yours, palm up. You pressed one of his hands to your chest and the other to his so he could feel both of your heartbeats under his fingertips. The first time you did this he scoffed at how cheesy it was, but over the two years of living together, it became common practice for when he was trying to calm down after a nightmare. You didn’t like to press him about the horrors that plagued his dreams, knowing how reserved he was with his emotions, so you found your own ways to comfort him.
“See, we’re both okay. Do you wanna get up to go lay back down or do you need a second?” He shook his head and pulled himself up to sit in front of you again.
“No, I’m okay, but can we do the other thing too?” he asked sheepishly. He turned pleading eyes towards you, and how could you refuse him when he asked so nicely.
“Of course, whatever you need. You or me?”
He took a shuddering breath before whispering “you” so softly you almost didn’t hear it. Your shoulders slumped as that one word told you everything you needed to know. The other practice that became a common occurrence after his chronic nightmares was kissing the other person's phantom injuries. More often than not it was him kissing you, as you were usually the object of his nightmares, like tonight. He liked being able to physically see and feel that the wounds inflicted on you were in fact not real. This nighttime routine often led to some heavy makeout sessions, which then led to very soft and intimate sex.
“Okay baby,” You stand up and move to sit on the side of the bed while he brushes his teeth quickly to get rid of the gross taste in his mouth. While you wait, you find yourself tugging at the bottom of your shorts self-consciously as you shiver in anticipation. After a moment your boyfriend waltzed out of the bathroom and rested his hands on either side of your waist. He bent his head to capture your lips in a slow kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss and you happily oblige him. Your mouths move in a small fight for dominance but a firm hand on your thigh has him easily winning. Your hands trailed up to rest on his shoulders as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently.
You gasp softly into his mouth and he brings one hand up to rest at the nape of your neck as he cradles your head protectively. He draws his lips down the side of your jaw, paying special attention to the spot behind your ear that never fails to have you melting into his hands. You tilt your head to give him better access to your throat, allowing him to deliver individual kisses to the spots where you likely had been hurt.
In a swift, fluid motion, he is pulling your tank top off of you and trailing sloppy kisses down your chest and stomach. You lean back onto your elbows as he runs his hands over your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let out a shaky breath as he begins to kiss his way up the inside of your legs. “Just relax baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He punctuated each word with a kiss or nip to the inside of your thighs, and you could feel the arousal pool at the pit of your stomach.
You forced yourself to make eye contact just in time to see a devious smirk grace his features. Before you could question it he is yanking down your shorts and blowing cool air onto your core. You yelp and instinctively try to snap your knees shut. He chuckles lowly to himself before tossing your shorts somewhere behind him. He brings his face back between your thighs to lick a long, hot stripe up your core. You gasp loudly and let your arms give out behind you. He reaches one hand up to where you are clawing at the sheets to intertwine your fingers together.
“My pretty baby is already so worked up and I’ve barely touched you. What a good girl.” He lowers himself back down to lap up the arousal dripping onto your legs before sucking your clit into his mouth. You arch into him and groan loudly which prompts him to hum triumphantly around the bundle of nerves. He moves his free hand down to expertly curl two fingers into you and starts pumping in and out at a steady pace. After a few pumps of his hand, he curls his fingers to find the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
The combination of his mouth and fingers working you is dizzying and you can feel it pushing you closer to the edge of your climax. He could feel how close you were and began to move with more purpose, determined to make you cum more than once in the night. With the hand that isn’t intertwined with his, you reach down to tangle in his soft hair. “Wait, I- oh shit- I’m gonna cum.”
He removes the hand that was holding yours from you and brings his thumb down to rub circles into your sensitive clit. “Come on baby, I got you. You can cum for me.” He moves his mouth to rejoin his fingers at your slit to bring you closer to your high. A particularly hard press of his thumb has you crying out in pleasure and grinding desperately against his face. He removes his fingers from you and replaces them with his tongue to help you ride out your high. He greedily drinks up your release until you are weakly nudging him away.
“Do you want me to stop?” He looked up at you innocently, which was contradicting when you remembered the things he was doing mere seconds prior.
“No, I just want to feel more of you.” You could feel a hot blush creep up your body at the realization that he was still halfway clothed, while you laid completely naked in front of him. His brain seemed to process this at the same time because he was quickly ridding himself of his sweatpants and grey boxers.
His hard cock thumps softly against his toned stomach when he stood again and you were having a hard time not staring at the man in front of you. He wasn’t bulky, but the muscles that rippled underneath taut skin were nothing to sneeze at. He glanced up and caught your stare, and returned it with a cocky smirk. “See something you like?”
“I sure do,” you flashed an innocent smile as you sat up and palmed his erection. He gasped at your sudden boldness and leaned onto the bed for support. At this proximity, you were able to tug his earlobe between your teeth and bite down gently. “Please baby, I want you so bad.” Those words snap him back into action and he’s crashing his lips against yours again.
He moves you back up the bed and crawls over your body. He braces his forearms on either side of your head and experimentally grinds his hip against yours. You let out a soft “please” that comes out whinier than you intend. You lean your face up to give him a soft kiss before he reaches down to line himself up with you and slowly presses the tip inside. He shallowly thrusts to slowly work into you, mumbling praises against your skin as he moves deeper.
You can’t help but wince at the stretch his cock always brings you, which would border on outright painful if he didn’t feel so good. Your head falls back against the bed, clawing at his back to try to find something to ground yourself. He glances down to where he is buried deep inside you before pressing his forehead to yours. “I know sweetheart, it's almost there. You’re- fuck- doing so good for me,” he reassures as he presses a soothing kiss to your temple.
When he finally bottoms out he stills his hips to let you get comfortable and adjust to him. He takes this opportunity to pepper your face and chest in kisses and returns one of his hands to your neck where it cradles your head. You bring one of your hands to his hair to tug gently before rolling your hips against him, eliciting a breathy moan from him. “You can move baby, I’m okay.”
He nods and gives a couple of slower thrusts before setting a steady pace. He opted for slower deep strokes which made you feel every inch of him as he thrust into you. His thrusts have his cock brushing all the right spots inside you, and all you can do is gasp and moan for him while clinging to his shoulders. “Megumi, please,” you aren’t even sure what you were asking for. The pleasure has your head spinning and unable to make complete thoughts.
You can tell he is getting closer to his own climax because his thrusts are getting progressively faster and he is getting more vocal. “God, baby you’re taking me so well.” He hooks one of your legs around his waist and the new angle lets him hit your sweet spot with every roll of his hips. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel another climax approaching, and Megumi picks up his pace again.
“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” You bury your face into his shoulder and nod. He moves one of his hands to play with your clit to push you over the edge. You arch into him and let out a strangled moan as your orgasm washes over you. You’re sure you’re leaving deep scratches across his back as you grip him tighter. His hips stutter as you clench around him and he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s cumming too with a loud groan. He unconsciously rocks into you lazily as you both come down from your highs.
“Are you okay baby?” He kisses your forehead and strokes your side to try and bring you back to reality. You nod again, not quite trusting your voice yet. He chuckles and slowly pulls out to not overstimulate you. You squirm at the uncomfortable stickiness between your legs but he’s already moving to the bathroom to grab stuff to clean you up.
When he comes back out he runs a warm cloth along the inside of your thighs and quickly over your center, which has you wincing at the sensitivity. When he's done he pulls out a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his loose shirts for you to wear. He helps you slip the clothes on and tugs his boxers back up before climbing back into bed with you.
You stand up to crack open the window next to the bed before laying with your back against his chest. The cool air from the rain seeps into the room and he mutters a “thank you” into your shoulder, surprised that you remember he runs hot for the rest of the night when he has a nightmare.
The clock on the bedside table shows that it's about 5:30 in the morning, so you estimate that he woke up roughly at 4. “Do you feel okay enough to go back to sleep?” You feel him shrug behind you and you scoot closer to him, pulling one of his arms over your waist to lace your fingers together.
“I don’t know. I should but…” you hear his voice trail off and nod in understanding. He always has a hard time falling back asleep on nights like these. He warned you about his chronic nightmares shortly before moving in together and confessed that he’s had them since he started high school at Jujustu Tech. However, you take small comfort in the knowledge that since living together they’ve gotten less frequent, and his reactions to them have become far less violent.
“Will you feel better if one of your shikigami sleeps in here? Just so you know that nothing will happen.” He considers it for a minute before tugging his hand out of yours, circling his other arm around your waist, and folding his hands to summon his divine dog. Its head pokes out of the shadows under the window. You pat the empty spot on the bed and it jumps up excitedly before laying down and letting you scratch behind its ears.
Megumi chuckles behind you and shakes his head. “You just wanted the dog on the bed didn’t you?” He reaches over to ruffle its soft fur as it dozes off.
“Checkmate,” you crane your head to place a kiss on his cheek before settling back against him. “Now will you please try to go back to sleep? I don’t want to nag you but realistically you can’t function on only two hours of sleep.”
“I’ll try but I can’t make any promises you know.” He tucks his chin on top of your head and relaxes around you. You hum in acknowledgment before slowly drifting back to sleep.
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Pull of the Moon
Kirishima Eijirou
word count : 7.8k
[ ✘ (nsfw!), werewolf!au ]
themes : masturbation, licking/biting, dom!Kiri, rough sex, dirty talk, slight choking, friends to lovers, confession
bio : Eijirou makes sure he’s far away from you for when the heat cycle strikes, but just when he thinks your friendship is safe from his monstrous hormones, there you are at his doorstep.
author’s note : so this is a fic that i wrote years ago for my kpop blog, linked in my bio. i wanted to repost it here for bnha, just bc i like the way i wrote it and i think it’s pretty fitting character-wise for Kiri! plus im a slut for werewolf fics. and also i wanted to post something while work is keeping me from writing something 100% new rn :3 pls note this is NOT plagiarized as I am the original author of the original fic.
side note : if there are any places where it says Jae, Jaebum, etc. lemme know bc it was a quick job i did converting this to a Kiri fic lol like even the title is the same oops
also available on AO3 here
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“🅂o you’re sure you have to leave for tonight, Y/N?” Kirishima inquires, tilting his head in his open palm to crane his bright gaze up toward your face.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can get out of visiting my parents for dinner this time,” you reply, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you cuddle your chin into the warmth of Kirishima’s oversized scarf. The soft fabric grazes under your nose, and your eyes close blissfully as you inhale Kirishima’s strong, spicy aroma mingled with his cologne.
Kirishima watches you through slitted eyes, secretly pleased at your actions. Not that he would ever tell you, because that would be weird. He shuts his eyes tightly, telling himself in his head not to overthink it. Of course you like how he smells, he’s your friend. Friends like how each other smell… right? His body shivers as your fingers naturally slide into his thick, red hair. His face slides down as his body turns to jello, leaning completely on top of the table in complete euphoria at the feeling of your touch. If there was a price to have your hands on him for every hour of the day, he would pay it a thousand times over. His lips part as his jaw instinctively unhinges at your undivided attention like a newborn puppy, chin angling when your fingers slide down to the side of his jaw you brush just underneath it before pulling away.
“Eiji, I really do have to go,” you murmur, fingers retreating from his form as he lets out a low whine. One of his warm eyes opens, scowling at you playfully.
“Okay,” he sighs when you push out your chair and begin to gather your things. He places some money on the table before following you out of the coffee shop. “I’m jealous, please bring me some of your mom’s noodles. You know how much I like them, and her.“
“I will Eiji. But you’re lucky you’re not coming, because all they ever do is gush about what a cute couple we’d be and it always ends up being weird,” you trail off, nodding to yourself.
Kirishima nods too but his heart jumps at you thinking of him as an intimate partner.
“By the way, thanks for the latte. And tell Mina hello for me when you see her tonight,” you laugh with a suggestive wink.
Kirishima rolls his eyes. “You know I’m only spending the night with her to help her with her… issues."
You smack his arm and scoff. “As if that’s a burden to you! At least you’re spending the night having fun. I’m just gonna be answering the million questions my parents will be asking about you the whole time and falling asleep in my bed by myself."
“It’s not my fault I’m so lovable,” he banters, a cheeky grin splicing between his lips, trying to shake the image of you alone in bed out of his imaginative mind.
“Say that to you baku-squad,” you retort, the two of you now standing in front of the cafe as you linger before your journey to the bus station.
“Hey— wait, is that my scarf?” Kirishima asks, pretending to notice just now when he really did the moment you walked in two hours ago. But you looked so cute all bundled up in his scarf that he decided not to say anything, content to see you warm and happy in his own clothing.
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you unwrap it from your neck and Kirishima gazes at the newly-revealed skin there with longing, forgetting about the scarf. “Eiji?"
He snaps out of it. “What? Oh— the scarf.. Keep it, I was just teasing,” he mumbles as you hook the material around the back of his neck. He’s considerably tall, massive frame towering over you so much that you have to strain your arms to fling the material onto his shoulders.
“That’s okay Eiji... you look cute in it, so wear it for Mina,” you smile half-heartedly, tugging the fabric at the ends to coil around his throat snugly. “Don’t worry about me."
“I always worry about you, Y/N,” Kirishima gazes into your eyes with a passionate longing undetectable to you. Not Mina, he wants to add.
“Well, don’t, Red, I’ll be okay. I always am,” you trace his jaw slowly with a finger before your hands fall at your sides, brushing off your coat.
Kirishima nods hesitantly, falling into a quiet, comfortable pace beside you.
Your boots quickly become cold as the two of you trudge through the slush from leftover snow, the bitter winter breeze chilling your nose and ears. Sooner than either of you would like, you’ve reached the bus station. Kirishima shuffles from foot to foot, arguing with himself as to if he should ask you to stay and have dinner with him instead of going on the hour-long ride to your parents’.
“Are you sure this is okay? You don’t want me to come with you? Or I can drive you. The roads aren’t that great tonight… Mina will understand. She doesn’t— We’re not dating, you know— me and her, I mean, I only… help her as a friend.. So I can cancel, and she won’t have any issues. She has lots of other guy friends,” Kirishima reasons.
“Eiji,” you chuckle, taking your duffel bag from his hand that he’d carried for the journey here, “Mina needs you.”
But I need you, Kirishima thinks as he bites his lip. “Okay… have a safe ride then. And text me when you get there.”
“Yes, Dad,” you laugh. You slip into his arms easily, almost naturally, and press your face against his chest beneath his wool jacket.
Kirishima’s arms encircle you immediately, instinctively pulling you to him as his chin falls atop the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you,” he breathes.
“Don’t be weird, Eiji,” you giggle, pulling away from him much too soon for his liking. “See you tomorrow.”
Kirishima watches you walk into the bus terminal, duffel bag in your hand with his heart unknowingly tucked deep inside of it.
Kirishima paces back and forth between the couch and the dining table. His nerves are shaky and his body uncharacteristically twitchy. He’d been smelling female wolves around the city all day while he was out with you, but he managed to ward them off with icy glares and his steel-strong self-control. It also helped that you were there to distract him, seeing as when he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. But now that he was alone— Mina had cancelled on him to spend the night with an “old friend” that had come back to town— and he was all by himself, he was feeling the full effects of the female wolf hormones he’d breathed in for the past twelve hours.
He closes his eyes as his mind wanders to the image of you wrapped up in his scarf in the cafe; the warm scent of coffee; the condensation on the windows; your light-filled eyes on him; the scent of your freshly-washed hair… He opens his eyes, tongue running over his front teeth as he feels the evident, sharp prod of his elongated cuspids as a result of his piqued interest. He groans, feeling his eyes dilate just the slightest of fractions. He sits on the floor, sliding down the wall with a frown on his plump lips.
Kirishima watches the hands of the clock tick on the wall in front of him for a moment before he shuts his eyes and smacks his head back against the drywall, a loud whine releasing from his throat. The apartment lacks of things that could possibly captivate his attention at the moment; all he can do is think about you— your pretty face, your gentle caress on his skin just hours before. There are no messages from you and his sensitive ears long to hear the chime notification that signifies your safe arrival.
“Just friends,” he murmurs, “just friends, just friends, just friends."
He tries to breathe in deeply to relax himself, but success quickly slips through his grasp as the scent of you lingers on the scarf casually thrown over the back of the sofa. His jaw clenches as his teeth gnash, taking in your alluring aroma. He tries to think of something— anything else, but he eventually gives up, slamming his palms flat on the hardwood floor as he pushes himself up. He lunges toward the couch, throwing himself onto the open cushions as his hands immediately find the soft cotton. He brings the material to his nose, a low moan falling from his open mouth as the intense smell floods his senses.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, readjusting his hips as he feels his body reacting swiftly to the pull of your scent. He hisses lightly as he feels the blood rush to his pants, wiggling his hips around to feel the delicious friction against his hardening erection. He rubs the inside of his thigh gently with his palm, imagining your small hand instead of his on his jean-clad length. “God, this is so fucked,” he gasps, grip strengthening on himself through his jeans. Originally his plan for the evening consisted of fucking Mina senseless and imagining it was you, but seeing as she had cancelled, this was the next best option.
Kirishima fumbles with his belt and shimmies out of his jeans, ripping his constrictive t-shirt over his head and whipping it elsewhere into the living room. He kicks the denim off from around his ankles next, one hand holding the soft fabric of the scarf close to his nose and the other trailing toward his throbbing hard-on from the bend of his knee; how he imagines your hand would do.
A feral grunt dislodges from the back of his throat as he pictures your hair falling around your perfectly cherubic face that leans down toward his own, one hand pressing his chest down against the couch cushion and the other hand on his thigh tracing the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. His hips jerk as his forefinger runs from tip to base, his thumb sliding backwards over the previous route to caress the head of his dick gently in circular swipes. He seals his lips together by sucking in the bottom one, his canines lengthened by arousal piercing the soft flesh of the lower lip so that a metal taste floods his mouth, but he only closes his eyes and continues his ministrations.
Kirishima continues to skim the pads of his fingertips over the prominent erection that pushes against his underwear in defiance, face pressed into the back of the sofa so the cushions catch his heavy moans instead of his neighbors. He halts for a moment so he can find a throw pillow to sink his fangs into, positioning the scarf above his lip and against the pillow so it presses right against his hypersensitive nose. A strangled moan tears from him, his hand immediately returning to his leaking hard-on. It dips underneath the band of his boxers before it wraps around his width, squeezing tight. His body shakes and he sucks in a breath, squirming to lay flat against the leather of the sofa. Slowly he moves his hand up to encompass the head, a heavy snarl being lost into the throw pillow. He strokes himself teasingly, thumb trailing behind to caress the aching tip. His hips push into the cushion as his body moves to a natural rhythm, thrusting them up slightly as his fist falls back down toward his abdomen. The thick precum dribbling from his tip lathers his palm so his cock slides into it easily. His eyelashes tickle his high cheekbones as his eyes shut tighter, fingertips tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.
The sofa wheezes as he shifts, impatiently pushing his briefs down in one tug to rest on his mid-thighs. He scoots off of the sofa and onto the hardwood floor, kneeling as he places his fist onto the tabletop, lining his hips delicately before sliding his length into his firm grasp. He whimpers into the pillow, now damp with his saliva, and hunches over the table, his free arm curled underneath his broad torso. The fabric of the scarf tickles his nose but he inhales deeper, hips pushing in and out of his fist quickly. He imagines you beneath him instead of the table and his fist, moaning with him as his canines sink into your neck to mark you as his and only his. His destitute wails are swallowed by the soft pillow and the scarf as he keeps thrusting steadily, imagination running so wildly he can almost feel your legs on either side of him, pushing him further inside of you.
“Oh, Y/N,” he grunts, cuspids fully lengthened and sharpened now in desire, piercing the soft fabric of the pillow almost enough so his bottom and top teeth could touch through the plush object,” Y/N, I’m gonna—“
Knock knock knock.
Kirishima’s body stills as he opens his eyes, disappointment rushing through him at the sight of the coffee table underneath him. He wants to scream, but he just shuts his eyes, taking a breath in before sliding his hard cock out of his fist and tucking the slick inconvenience back into his boxers. His breath is labored and heavy, but he manages to find his jeans and slip them on anyway. “One sec,” he says loudly, fastening the button before hesitantly wiping his hand on the side of the denim. He can’t help but sulk as he walks over and picks his shirt up from the floor, breathing deeply and hoping his canines aren’t too obvious of an indicator as to what he was just doing… not to mention the angrily-pulsing dick resting against the inside of his thigh.
He strides toward the door, opening it ready to tell Mina he thought she’d cancel when he’s greeted with your sweet face and the scent of Italian food. His jaw almost hits the floor as he gapes at you, dick pressing longingly against his jeans at your familiar smell, but in person it radiates off of you so strong he almost lunges at you. You’re looking up at him with those bright cheerful eyes he loves, a timid smile on your lips as you swing the takeout bag back and forth behind your back in anticipation.
“Hi, Eiji,” you smile and set the bag on the ground next to the door before you turn around and take his tense body into your arms, throwing yourself onto him.
A gasp rips from his throat but quickly turns into a cough, body trembling at your singeing touch. His jaw quivers as he conceals his pointed teeth, angling his thigh away from you strategically. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask, lips sealing immediately once the words are pushed out. His hands remain clenched at his sides; he’s scared that if he touches you now he won’t be able to stop.
“There was a freak accident on the highway ahead of my bus… We had to turn back. My parents don’t mind though, they said we can reschedule. Maybe you won’t need to miss my mom’s noodles this time; you can come if you want. By the way, I brought Italian!” You smile as you pick up the bag and brush past him, leaving him standing there, looking at the door with a glare.
You move around the sofa and sit on one of the leather cushions, setting the bag onto the coffee table. “Ew Eiji,” he sits next to you stiffly, eyes widening as you reach over to the table and poke a finger into the slick trail of precum that had dribbled out of his fist just moments ago. “What is this? Do you ever clean this apartment?” You giggle, unfolding the paper bag the food had come in and wiping your finger on your skirt. “Anyway, I got food from your favorite place and made sure I got the breadsticks with the extra sauce ‘cause I know you lov—“
A quiet groan escapes Kirishima’s mouth as he puts his head in his hands— your scent, your alluring body, your heart-swelling gaze, just you, being here—it’s too much for his raging hormones.
“Ei? Are you okay?” You ask, scooting closer and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s shaking and you don’t know why, so you bring his head to rest against your collar, just above your fluttering heart. “Eiji, you’re burning up…”
He stays pressed against you, the desperation and torture he felt earlier suddenly fleeting and gone from his body as your own erases them completely. He swallows. It feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong. This is wrong when you’re just his friend and his dick is leaking into his underwear for you as you hold him like this.
“Get out,” Kirishima murmurs, eyes set on the paper bag.
You still, slowly pulling him. “W-What Eiji?”
“You need to leave,” he says through his teeth, jaw set tight.
“Eijirou.. I don’t understand— is this how you treat someone when they bring you your favorite food?” You spit, hands curling into frustrated fists.
Kirishima ignores you, knowing he can apologize tomorrow when he’s in the right mindset but you being here with him at the moment could jeopardize your entire relationship.
“I… Is it… her? Is it Mina?” You murmur, and Kirishima’s gaze turns to you sharply at the drop in your tone. His lips part to say something to soothe your confidence as he sees it shatter. “I didn’t realize— I thought—” you breathe in sharply and shake your head, shooting up from your spot and rushing around the sofa.
Kirishima beats you to the door, palm reaching over your shoulder to slam it just as you can get it open a sliver. He grabs your biceps, spinning you around and pressing you against the door with his hand as a cushion to break your impact.
“It’s never been Mina,” he snarls, knee splitting your legs and sliding up the gap between your thighs to press against your core; your panties and his jeans the only thing separating your center from his skin.
Your eyes widen and you gasp as his hands cup your face with care, scarlet eyes searing into your own with an intensity you’d never seen before. His pupils are dilating with every second, a black coal seemingly swallowed up by the burning fire of his irises.
“It’s you, Y/N,” he murmurs, eyes shutting into a long blink, and when they open again the red you’re used to is flooded with tendrils of electric amber and yellow. “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.”
You gape at him as he holds you there, against his front door, professing his love to you.
“I need you Y/N, I need you so bad it fucking hurts not being able to touch you,” he growls lowly. “If you can’t love me back, you have to leave, now. I don’t want your lust, I can smell it from here,” his honeyed eyes roll back as he takes in a whiff of the wanton-perfumed air around you, mouth parting and you watch his pink tongue slide over his elongated canines, feeling a tremor between your legs. His eyes open and they set straight on yours with a certain determination.
“I can’t wake up next to you tomorrow and have tonight be just for friends with benefits. I love only you, Y/N,” Kirishima delivers, voice never quivering,“now tell me you feel the same, or go.”
There’s a slight fragility in his gaze that begs you not to break his heart. He peers into you at such a small distance that you can see every brilliant fleck of gold in his sinful eyes, warm ginger bursting around the outer ridges of his irises that focus solely on you. The dim lighting casts stretched shadows from his long, dark lashes; his bronzed skin glowing subtly to intensify his passionate gaze.
“Kirishima,” you place a hand on his clenched but trembling jaw, tilting your face to look him in the eye better. “You’ve been hurting all this time for no reason.”
His scarlet gaze lights with hope and happiness. “Say it then,” he whispers, words soft and nearly begging, as if he fears if his voice is too loud he’ll wake from a dream.
“Kirishima Eijirou, I love you, too. God, I have beein in love with you for so long,” you reply, and he wastes no time as his mouth descends upon yours. He presses your lips to his passionately, hands resting on your hips and rubbing the smooth skin there underneath your blouse. You gasp as they guide your hips gently in circles against his kneecap, your mouth falling open at his forward actions. He takes advantage of your open mouth and darts his tongue in, tangling it with yours in a powerful embrace.
His steady clutch on your waist drags your body up his clothed thigh, and a soft, unabashed moan falls from your lips at the action. The taut muscle of his leg between his jeans and your panties rubs graciously against your flustered center, making your head loll back to rest against the door.
“Don’t do that,” Kirishima groans, a hand leaving your warm hip and tilting your head forward once again to look at him directly. His fingers trail against your smooth neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the tender skin. His palm curls softly around the back of your neck, pressing you closer to him as his other arm hooks underneath your bottom. You squeak in surprise and cling to him, legs wrapping around his midsection and core pressing upon his rigid erection.
You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his head back, sucking in air harshly between his clenched jaw. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, holding you tighter and stalking over to the sofa. He places you in between the two cushions, standing in front of you and looking down, breathing laboriously before he tilts his head back again, willing for some kind of miraculous strength to get him through the night without sealing you to him forever.
“How come you get to do that and I don’t?” You frown as he looks down at you before he crouches, his face dropping just below your own to gaze up at you.
“Because you don’t have the urge to sink your three-centimeter canines into my throat,” his upper lip curls back as he shows you the result of his attraction to you.
You look at him with unintentionally pouted lips, batting your eyelashes as you take in his words. Isn’t that how werewolves marry or something? You think. Kirishima had explained it all once before, one night when you were both wasted at three in the morning at some bar on the outskirts of the city.
“God, can you look unattractive for one second while I try to pull myself together?” Kirishima groans, a hand running through his disheveled hair.
“Who said I want you to pull yourself together?” You inquire, scooting toward the lip of the cushion.
Kirishima looks at you warily with an underlying, longing hunger before you place your hands on either side of his sharp jaw and bring his lips to yours. Your eyes close immediately and his blissfully, your hands gliding down his neck to his broad chest. You grapple onto his wide shoulders, one hand burying into the hair at the base of his neck to push him into the kiss even more.
His throat vibrates gently with an almost-inaudible growl, and you part his tender lips with a swipe of your tongue, the pink muscle coasting in and gently feeling the warm, smooth hardness of his cuspids.
Kirishima untucks your blouse in one pull, fingers nimbly undoing each button before sliding the clothing off your shoulders and tossing it away. His hands lay strategically on your ribs, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra just barely.
He pulls you forward into his arms, hands splaying onto your back with delight, fingers undoing the fastening between your shoulder blades with glee. You lean into him as he flings the bra in the direction of the blouse, mouth instantly latching to your breast and tongue twirling around the swollen bud. You wail, pushing him closer as his teeth bump against your nipple and his lips grow taut with a warm smirk, depraved gaze intense as ever.
You want more than ever to throw your head back onto the top of the sofa, but you know you’re forbidden to do so. Instead, you slide your body further down onto the cushions, hips brushing against Kirishima’s torso as his mouth leaves your nipples, your face coming to a stop directly in front of his. Your hands cup his angular jaw again, coaxing his lips onto yours into an ardent kiss. His long eyelashes flutter against your blushed cheeks, his coarse hair drifting softly through your digits.
His hands land on your rolling hips, scuttling closer on his knees so his crotch feels the steady rhythm. He hums, a primitive trembling in his throat that sounds more like a soft growl. Your hands fall to the hem of his snug t-shirt, which he gladly expels into the corner toward your blouse and bra. You lean back a bit and admire his toned form. His broad chest, pectorals curving dramatically to his wide shoulders seamlessly; the v shape tapering down to the top of his jeans; the faint trail of dark hair waning below the brass button to his jeans; the way his abdominal muscles flex with each heavy breath; the salient outline against his thigh that both he and you know aches for your attention.
You can’t help yourself. You reach between his strong thighs, fingers skimming along the bulge mockingly. Kirishima’s head rolls full circle, hand clutching your wrist tightly as he stares into you, lips parting and hot pink tongue gliding along his white, sharp teeth. “That was very naughty of you,” he murmurs, honeyed eyes darkening to a burnt orange. Trepidation ignites in your heart, but also desire floods your senses as well as your panties.
“Eijirou,” you breathe and his lip curls back into a snarl, a loud growl releasing from his throat. His nostrils flare and he swallows harshly.
“Say it again,” he orders, leaning into your face.
“E-Eijirou,” it comes out as a whisper, but his sensitive ears hear the slight whine to your tone, and his cock jumps at the sound against your eager fingertips. “You like it when I say your name, Eiji?”
His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, his eyeing your chest hips hungrily. His hand reached forward on its own accord, sliding effortlessly under the soft material of your skirt to press against your warmed, wet panties. His lips curve into a devious smirk, fangs poking out slightly as his dark, copper-tainted eyes set on yours. “Mmm, and you like it when I growl for you, baby girl?”
“God, yes Eiji,” you answer and gulp at his overwhelming intensity. He trains his gaze to the movement of your fragile throat, tongue flicking around one canine subconsciously. A deep purr of sorts emanates from him in approval, making your legs tremble and press together around his intruding forearm.
He smiles devilishly, white teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His other hand circles round your back, pushing your tailbone so your body slides forward on the couch, to the very edge of the cushion. His fingers nudge your thong aside, immediately met with your poignant arousal. The tips of his middle and ring finger separate your folds facilely, gliding over your entrance and clit making you bite your lip to hold in an impatient moan. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me,” he chuckles. “If only we’d figured this out sooner.”
“Eiji, fuck,” you cry when he rubs your clit gently, your jaw trembling as you sag against his arm’s firm hold and the back of the sofa. You can’t throw your head back so you lean forward, elbows falling on Kirishima’s generous shoulders, the side of your face against his soft hair as his tongue guides a pebbled nipple into his mouth, caressing it slowly and pressing it against his teeth. You whimper pathetically, his thumb replacing his fingers as they slide down and glide half-way right into your awaiting entrance.
He hooks the two fingers and presses repeatedly, making you shove his face closer to your breasts in pleasure. He slides them deeper, knuckles lapping against your slick entrance as his tongue works diligently on your nipple. You clench around him and moan loudly at the depth his fingers achieve, the feeling of total ecstasy near. It had been a long time since a man had touched you, and it was no where near as incredible as having Kirishima’s thick fingers rubbing inside you.
“Eijirou, that feels so—” you warn but he only picks up the pace. He leans down, tongue replacing his thumb smoothly and you almost scream. He strokes your clit fervently, tongue lapping persistently up and down as his long canines brush on either side, his fingers curling and straightening at the same pace. “Fuck Eiji— I’m seriously gonna cum,” you pant, falling back against the back of the sofa.
He looks up at you mischievously, dark eyes alight with arousal and a touch of humor. You feel his full lips in a smirk as he wraps them around your clit, tongue lavishing it faster. One hand falls to his hair, gripping it tight as the other curls against your mouth, your eyes shutting tight as your orgasm smashes against you like a wave crashing down upon you. You moan, body quivering in Kirishima’s strong grip, wiggling pointlessly against the sofa cushions.
Kirishima doesn’t cease until you’ve returned from your high, standing up and unfastening his jeans quickly, pushing them down and kicking them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up from your slumped position, hands landing on his thighs and traveling around to rub the backs of them in anticipation. Kirishima watches you hungrily, his thick cock longing for your attention. You lean forward, almost touching where he wants you most, before you look up at him and give him your most innocent doe eyes you can muster after having his sinful session on you just moments before. You bat your lashes and he growls loudly, fists clenching at his sides.
“Y/N,” he advises, tone a little menacing. You tilt your head and press your lips against his erection through his briefs, a low groan sounding from above you. You kiss down toward the tip and back up to the base of his shaft before you reach up and untuck him, briefs sliding to the hardwood floor. You smirk as you look at what you’ve done to him. His dick is throbbing gently as you rest it against a palm, beads of translucent-white precum adorning the tip of the red, swollen tip. You repeat your kiss trail on his bare skin, his cock twitching at the action as you feel the vein underneath contract harshly. When you reach the base your tongue pokes out, tracing up and down the prominent vein on the underside.
Kirishima watches you with a dark, maleficent gaze, throat tightening and a growl tumbling out when you take the head into your mouth, sucking teasingly as your tongue dances around the leaking tip. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Just like that."
You retreat with a loud pop, smiling up at him and his heart flutters in his chest at the pureness of it. With an open mouth you glide your tongue along the sides of him to slicken his entire length before your lips encompass the tip and suddenly his dick is touching the back of your throat and you don’t even seem to mind. Kirishima lets out a strangled moan of shock, watching your head bob energetically up and down his hot length. He watches you in awe for a few minutes, just dazed this is really happening and he’s not waking up abruptly like when he’d dreamt this scenario so many nights before.
He snaps out of it suddenly, aware his cock is tensing the way it does when he’s about to cum. You’d noticed, too, at the feel of the harsh, bulging vein on the under-shaft, slowing down to a halt and leaning back to catch your breath.
“Baby you did so good,” he praises, hands cupping your face and you beam at him proudly. “Now take off your skirt for me.”
You comply eagerly, shimmying out of the cotton garment, your thong following close behind. Kirishima smugly watches the stings of your arousal snap as your panties are thrown onto the floor, fist stroking his length slowly to keep himself at bay.
“Turn,” he instructs, other hand guiding you to face away from him,” knees on the couch, now.”
You do as told, looking back at him over your shoulder expectantly. He smiles and steps forward, and your back arches as you feel his length glide against your dripping entrance.
“Be a good girl for me, okay? Do not let me get anywhere near your throat, got it? If I do, I’ll sink my teeth into you so fast you won’t know what’s happening. And then you’re stuck with me for life. So watch out for yourself, baby. This is your only warning,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear before a hand lands on your hip and suddenly he’s pushing into you, a gasp tearing from your throat as he stretches you to your capacity. When his hips bump against your ass your eyes have already rolled back in delirium, your lip falling open in shock.
He pulls out half-way before sheathing back inside slowly, a whine releasing from your mouth. His hand remains on your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, trailing out again before snapping in. The tip of his cock nestles so deep in you that tears dot along your bottom lashes; the feeling is so blissful and fulfilling that your emotions skyrocket.
“Eijirou— oh, yes,” you whimper as he repeats the action, movements still paced and measured to help you adjust to his size.
“Feel good, baby? ‘Cuz this feels amazing for me— you feel amazing on me, Y/N,” he grunts, fingers gripping the skin of your hip tighter as he angles your face so he can see it with his other hand.
“Yes, fuck yes, you feels so good,” you commend as the pace intensifies, making a moan spill out of you. He groans from behind you, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your other hip to keep you steady. You clutch onto the top of the sofa tightly as he pounds into you, and you gasp as a hand leaves your hip for a moment and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making your back arch into Kirishima’s grasp. You’re babbling now, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. “Oh god—ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”
Kirishima hisses as he watches the bright pink mark on your ass cheek tremble as his hips slam against yours, bottom lip tucked under his offending cuspids. He licks his lip to keep from drooling onto you, eyes trained on your perfect figure that he’s fucking into the sofa. Pleasure courses through his body, intensified at the sound and obvious proof of your own satisfaction as he thrusts into you quickly.
“Again,” you lament softly, and if he hadn’t been a werewolf with keen hearing he wouldn’t have heard your request over the assaulting sound of your skin slapping against his. He delivers and slaps your other cheek sharply, a lustful mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Kirishima admires, smirking as you turn slightly to look at him. He grabs your shoulder and pulls your torso back, slamming it against his as his other hand wraps around your throat snugly to stop his innate temptation to leave his mark there. The other hand leaves your arm and instead bands around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His hips retreat and pound into you in the new position, and you rest your head back onto his shoulder since your neck is safe from his view with his large hand covering it.
You stare into each other as he continues, and you move your hips back as he moves his in, making each thrust more powerful. His lips find yours and they mould easily, your hand coming up to caress his jaw and press his face closer to yours.
“Eiji, your cock feels so good,” you pant between his kisses and potent strokes, “God, you’re so big.”
“Mmm, I love when you talk dirty to me,” Kirishima murmurs against your mouth, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.
It’s fucked up but his tight hold on your throat is only turning you on more, making your eyes close as each thrust feels better than the last.
“Fuck, Ei,” you groan, slouching back against his toned form as the pleasure is too great.
“Here, baby,” he says, cock slipping out of you before picking you up, walking briskly out of the common space and into a hallway, then finally into his bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot, laying you gently onto his messy bedsheets and blankets. He rolls you over onto your stomach before he climbs on top of you, hovering above you before he slips back in with ease.
You moan and tuck your face into the sheets that smell like him, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his forearms rest next to yours, elbows bent and fists clenched. His hips swing effortlessly into yours, making a loud, crude slapping sound echo around the room. You moan almost pathetically into the sheets, turning to lay your face to the side so Kirishima can hear your noises of pleasure. He kisses your cheek sweetly before moving to your jaw and nibbling there gently, his tempo still quick and lethal. His tip, nestled deep inside, assaults your g-spot and you purr in content at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as he plunges in a little more forcefully. His hand wraps around your throat again, lifting your head up as his lips meet yours tenderly. His tongue plays with yours gently, a stark contrast to your hips. The hold on your throat is firm but also soft, and his thumb brushes along your jawline as his fingertips push into your racing pulse.
His hand leaves you and suddenly you’re on your back, Kirishima dragging your body up the bed so your head lays on the pillows. He smiles widely before he swoops in and his lips take yours again. His cock glides right back in, and you moan loudly into the kiss as the tip brushes your g-spot at a different angle than before. Your pussy quivers around him as he picks up the pace again, one arm folding under and around your waist and the other holding your chin, elbow digging into the mattress to keep himself propped up. His kisses trail from your lips to your chin and jaw, tongue sliding out and lathering your skin gently. Your eyes open as it slides down your throat, and the slight point of his canines poke against your skin. You quickly take his head in your hands, guiding his lips back to yours.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs against your lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, breath heavy as his exhausted hips keep up the erratic pace against yours. He whimpers as your walls constrict around him firmly.
“I’m close, too, Eiji,” you mumble, legs folding around his waist, your arms tangling around his torso with your hands on each shoulder blade, fingernails gripping his slick skin. One of his hands is pressed into the sheets by your shoulder, propping him up, and the other is going white on your hip from his tight hold.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and resonating with a growl. You watch his abdomen accordion as he flexes in and out of you with apparent effort, drops of sweat gliding down his broad chest. He throws his head back and whines as your nails dig into his strong shoulder muscles, chasing his imminent ecstasy.
Watching his body tremble and exert itself to bring you to your euphoria pushes you toward your own climax, and the feeling of his hand on your hip and the way his lip pinches between his teeth makes your eyes roll back and your body tense as you fall off the cliff, hurtling down into the thrashing waves of your orgasm. You call his name in a strangled cry, limbs clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure shakes through you. His hips don’t stop; plunging further into you and pushing you harder under the tides of your climax. Your body shivers and you’re so out of it you don’t notice Kirishima’s thrusts becoming volatile, his arm that had once propped his torso above yours curling beneath your back to press your torso against his.
A growl of victory splits from deep in his throat as he approaches his own high, muscles tense in anticipation for the long-awaited prize. He shudders and suddenly his cuspids are lodged deep in your throat, and it feels like he’s just been run over by an eighteen-wheeler of ecstasy. His jaw shakes as his eyes close, abdomen convulsing as he spills deep into you in long, relentless spurts. The combination of his orgasm and his marking you almost make him pass out in an exhaustive pleasure.
Just as you’d come to from your orgasm, searing pain splices through you as Kirishima’s fangs split your skin and neck tissue, your jaw opening but no sound releasing. And just as fast as the pain had arrived, it’s replaced and you’re submerged back into the tidal waves of a new climax, making you clench and flex around Kirishima’s throbbing member that pulses into you.
His fingers clasp the skin of your hips so strongly the skin turns white, but your own nails lodge into his shoulders to grapple him to you; the both of you holding each other as if your lives depend on it. The sheets around you are twisted and damp from your sweat, but the two of you only seem to care about each other; drifting numbly and blissfully in your shared euphoria.
After a moment Kirishima’s body sags, sliding slightly to the side of yours as his muscles stop tensing and he stops physically releasing into you. His teeth still woven deep into your neck, he doesn’t dare move his face.
As the tides form your orgasm slowly recede, your body hums in a warm satisfaction and a certain numbness. Your hands rove over Kirishima’s expansive back soothingly, and he exhales with a content but tired moan in response.
Very timidly, Kirishima stretches his jaw to the maximum before he pulls away from your neck, leaving your head buzzing lightly. He licks the puncture wounds instantly, enzymes in his saliva helping to start the healing process while he cleans away the scarlet blood that beads there. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw before he pulls away, smiling warily as his eyes meet yours.
The primal amber and yellow shades are gone, leaving behind the warm red you’d fallen in love with. They cast over your face in total adoration, with a hint of fear.
He looks away as he slides out of you, his release immediately following and forming a wet puddle on his sheets. Your cheeks flush even though it isn’t your fault, but he just smiles and presses a kiss to one of them as if silencing your unnecessary embarrassment.
Kirishima reclines next to you, pulling the blanket at the foot of the mattress up to rest on top of the two of you. He collects you into his arms, your body weak and unprotesting. His legs entwine with yours, pressing every piece of skin he can to yours. He makes sure to be careful with your neck, kissing it gently once more before settling his face next to yours. The kiss makes the skin tingle and heat, a fuzzy warmth flooding your body as you smile shyly.
“I told you not to let me get near your neck,” Kirishima says softly as your eyes close, eyelashes brushing over his collarbone. “Do you know what this means, Y/N?” He tries again at your silence, thinking you don’t understand the severity of the situation. His fingertips run up and down your naked spine relaxingly.
“It means you need to work on your self-control,” you murmur, giggling quietly into his chest.
“Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” he says lowly, “I don’t kno-“
You cut him off. “It isn’t a joke, I know, Eijirou. It means we’re tied together, forever— meaning we, this, us— we’re permanent. We’re wolf-married or whatever the term is now, I know. You can never love another person again, and neither can I,” your hand rests on his pectoral, a finger tracing along his nipple so you have something to look at instead of his face. “If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry, but I can. I’m yours, Kirishima, always have been, always will be. If you don’t want that, then I’m sorry but you just sealed your fate with mine and there’s nothing I can do about that.”
“Oh,” Kirishima exhales, blinking. The only light in the room is from the window above the desk, moonlight casting the bed in a dim white light. He shuffles, pulling your body closer to his, smiling into your hair with a stupidly happy grin. “I just wanted to make sure that’s what you want. I.. uh, I feel the same,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear giddily.
“Good,” you reply, eyes closing as you nuzzle your face closer to his warm heart.
It’s silent for a moment before Kirishima clears his throat gently. You peek one eye open, awaiting his words.
“Um… I love you, Y/N… a lot,” he says rather nervously, gulping softly as he pauses for a response.
“I love you too, Eiji,” you kiss his chest gently, sighing contently.
“And, uh, Y/N?”
“What, Eiji?”
“I’m glad it’s you who I’m wolf-married to.”
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Yes, Sir Part Two
@onepieceya Hay Sniggy! I'm really excited about this new box opening and I would love to request the second part of the Lucci scenario "Yes, Sir" if it's also allowed... I'm not sure lol
Thank you a lot for your awesome blog and posts, your writings are mind blowing ( ꈍᴗꈍ) I feel like I could read everything you post... And of course I will send a few requests for the more "unpopular" characters even if I feel like they are still very popular haha!
Well, I was gonna write it either way but this way I got a little more motivation 😂 So, as promised, Part two of "Yes, Sir"
Warning: 18+, nsfw, Master/slave, choking, maybe a little bit of pet play, spanking, orgasm denial
Pairing: Rob Lucci x female reader
Word count: 1.9k
Part One Here
Rob Lucci had gotten up and went over to the table, grabbing the belt that was still lying on top of it; the black leather was fitting perfectly in his big hand. He came back to you, not minding his dick bobbing up and down while he moved. You would’ve jumped right at him but you knew he wouldn’t let you; and more importantly, he probably wouldn’t fuck you either and be thrown out of his room the way you were.
He stopped in front of you and crouched down, holding his hand up to present you the belt. “I’m gonna put this expensive piece of leather around your worthless throat.” He announced. He didn’t need to tell you – you wouldn’t object to him either way – but he wanted to. “Yes, sir.” You whispered, watching his hands put the belt around your neck, feeling the warm fabric press against your skin and how he slowly tightened it.
Only when you felt him choke you did you snap out of your trance like state and your hands instinctively grabbed at the leather, pulling it away from your wind pipe. In response, Rob Lucci pulled harder, denying you the ability to breathe almost completely. Dry and ugly sounds left your body, your face turning red and it felt like your eyes about to pop out.
Out of the corner of your eyes you saw his dick twitch a little at your desperate attempts of staying alive but ultimately being completely at his mercy. And this thought turned you on despite the situation you were in. He loosened the belt just so much that you could breathe again, the wheezing sound not really flattering but you didn’t care. The air burned in your lungs but you were thankful he decided against killing you.
“What a lovely sight that was.” He purred, getting up again, his dick almost touching your face when he got up – almost. Your eyes followed his member with a longing look in your eyes and the agent couldn’t hold back his low laughter. “What a whore….yearning for my dick. You want it that badly?” he asked, holding the ‘leash’ tight that was wrapped around your neck while looking down at you.
“Yes, sir.” Was your automatic response. Rob Lucci’s eyes bore into yours, the animalistic glit becoming more and more prominent. With a short nod with his head he ordered you to crawl towards the bed. You obliged, turning around and slowly crawling on all four towards the huge king size bed. But it was rather difficult since the belt around your neck made you choke with each step.
“Slowly there. The more you pull the longer it takes us to get there.” He chuckled, his eyes wandering down your back while you crawled in front of him. He licked his lips when his eyes stopped at your still clothed ass, already imagining how good you’d feel around him. And since your master didn’t see the need to fuck you he was sure that you haven’t had sex that often. There just wasn’t that much time as a slave.
When you finally got there he ordered you to jump on it like a dog, watching you in amusement. This was getting more and more fun to him which was your luck because otherwise he’d have to make it fun for him in a different way and he wasn’t sure if you’d still be so eager once he went all out.
“Take your dress off. I can’t fuck you otherwise.” He demanded, watching how your hands swiftly removed your dress completely, exposing your panties and your stockings. God, this just got a thousand times hotter. He loved stockings; especially if you were wearing nothing but stockings. “Underwear.” He ordered again, his voice sounding a little impatient for the first time this night.
After taking off your panties, you wanted to remove your stockings as well but he pulled harshly on the belt, making you fall face first on the mattress in front of him. “I didn’t tell you to remove your stockings. Leave them on.” He growled, a shiver ran down your spine at his words. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
He pulled you up by the belt again before he pushed you on your back. Your legs were spread wide open, exposing your dripping cunt to his hungry eyes. You mewled under his intense stare but didn’t dare close your legs. Rob Lucci took in this sight, his dick twitching once again, pre-cum gathering at his slit and dripping down in long strings. You had to suppress a moan at this sight.
“P-please…” you whispered, your eyes catching his attention again. “Is there a reason why you speak up?” he wasn’t pleased. His eyes were narrow and he was mad that you distracted him from his staring. “Touch me.” You pleaded, your eyes looking at him beggingly. “Touch you?” his voice sounded almost disgusted at your request as if he found the mere thought to be appalling.
He propped himself up on the hand that was holding the belt right next to your head and his other hand grabbing your pussy almost violently. “Like this?” he asked, pressing the heel of his hand down on your clit. A loud moan rumbled through your body and you arched your back, pressing your pussy against his touch. He felt your juice coat his hand and run down his fingers when he started pushing two inside of you, feeling your tight walls around him.
“Yes!” you panted in a high pitched voice, moving your hips against his fingers, Lucci not even needing to do anything beyond just keeping his hand like this. “Yes what?” he asked dangerously, curling his fingers upwards and pressing against your g-spot. You’ve never heard yourself make such a noise but you couldn’t help yourself – if felt just so good.
“Yes….sir!” you panted, spreading your legs even wider for him to have better access. As a reward he started moving his fingers inside of you, spreading them in delicious ways, making you moan shamelessly. “Nasty slave.” He commented, listening to the wet sound his fingers were creating by thrusting into you.
“God!” you moaned when he hit your g-spot again, grabbing your thighs with both hands and bending them in an inviting motion. Rob Lucci’s eyes moved over your legs that were still adorned by your stockings and between your bent and spread legs. He wanted you.
“Stay like this.” He said when he removed his fingers, leaving your pussy feel empty and wanting. He also let go of the belt in his hand and sat back on his feet, still fully clothed and not intending on changing that anytime soon. He put his big and warm hand on your thighs right under your own hands, squeezing your flesh and leaving red marks when he scratched over your delicate skin with his nails. “Don’t move.” He said again, lining himself up on your entrance before thrusting into you in one smooth go. Your own nails dug into your thighs, your back arching once again and a loud, animalistic moan left your mouth. He was filing you up completely and you loved every inch of him.
“As expected….” He just mumbled before he started moving inside of you. He used slow but deep thrusts, wanting to feel your walls clench around his member. But this wasn’t enough for you; you wanted to be fucked senseless and he was just teasing you! So, you tried to take matters into your own hands by moving against him but he didn’t like it.
A harsh but not too painful slap stung in your cheek and you looked at him in shock but your pussy clenching around him even harder. Rob Lucci couldn’t restrain the small growl at the feeling. “I said don’t move!” he growled at you, stopping completely and just staying like this, buried deep inside of you.
“I’m sorry…!” you apologized, looking back up at him. But he didn’t move, he was completely still. The longer this went on, the more you squirmed under him, your walls clenching again and again around him. “P-please….” You whispered. The agent’s hands moved over your hands and up your legs, feeling the thin fabric of your stockings before his hands closed around your ankles, holding them tightly.
And then, without a warning, he started to ram himself inside of you, your body moving closer and closer towards the headboard by his sheer force. You screamed at this feeling, letting go of your thighs and instead pressing your hands against the headboard behind you in order not to bump your head and possibly getting a concussion.
Rob Lucci spread your legs in the ear even further apart, his hips smacking hard against you, the sounds your pussy was making became even more lewd. “God!” you moaned, throwing your head from side to side, letting him fuck you like the little slave you were.
The man above you panted slightly, his face not giving away how good you made him feel. Only the low growls from time to time betrayed him.
Suddenly, he let go of your legs, pulled out of your hot core and spun your around on your stomach. His hands deftly opened the belt around your neck and removed it – but you wouldn’t be missing it for long since he grabbed your arms and tied them together behind your back, rendering you unable to move.
His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them up and without a warning he buried himself deep inside of you again. Another moan erupted from your throat and you pressed against him as much as possible. He started moving again, his hips snapping against your ass, raw sound of skin on skin filling the room.
You felt his hand move overt your back, scratching your skin before it moved up and grabbed your hair. “Hngh!” you panted as he pulled your whole upper body up from the bed just by your hair. Small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes but the dick inside of you made you forget about the pain for the most part.
When he started smacking your ass cheek on top of that, you were completely at his mercy – and you loved it. “Cum…..G-gonna…..cum….!” you panted, your tongue lolling out the longer he continued to fuck you.
“Cum?” he panted slightly, not even close to his orgasm at all. “Why would I let you cum?” he asked but not stopping his assault. “C-can’t…..can’t hold it….back….!” your wild moans made it difficult for you to form coherent sentences. Another smack and you clenched even more around him. He felt how your insides got ready for your orgasm, ready to cum around his dick. And when felt you almost cum – he pulled out.
Just a little bit longer! Just one more thrust! Why did he pull out? Why didn’t he let you cum? “Don’t do this to me!” you whined, trying to look at him over your shoulder but it was impossible due to his harsh grip in your hair.
“You’re coming when I tell you to cum. Not a second earlier. And as it is right now, you don’t deserve to have your orgasm yet.” The tip of his dick teased your slick lips, gliding over your slit and the sensitive tissues. A long moan was your response but you didn’t start arguing. Maybe this way he would be a little more lenient and let you cum faster but you doubted it.
“Let’s continue, shall we?”
#one piece#op#rob lucci#Rob Lucci x reader#Rob Lucci imagine#op imagine#op x reader#female reader#ns.fw#master/slave#op rob lucci
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friends don’t || h.jisung
This is a re-upload from my old blog, @ethereal-bang ! I’ll be uploading most if not all of my old works every once in awhile. Hope you like it!
Characters: Jisung x female reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Type: Friends to Lovers, fluff, smut, college!jisung
Warnings: unprotected sex (always use a condom!), oral (female receiving)
This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18.
Y/N: hey sungie i have to make a run to the grocery store, do you want to go with me?
Jisung: well i was supposed to meet up with Changbin
Y/N: oh, okay, that’s fine then
Jisung: you didn’t let me finish
Jisung: he can wait, did you want me to head over now?
Y/N: yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you soon!
Jisung: be there in 10 :)
You put your phone into your pocket and smile. One of your favorite things to do was run errands with Jisung. Whether they were yours or his, just spending quality time with your best friend was the way you relaxed. You’d been doing this ever since the two of you moved to off campus apartments your second year of college. What started as him going grocery shopping with you because you needed someone to carry in the heavy essentials, turned into something you did at least once every two weeks. The ride to the store is always short but filled with laughs and conversation.
Jisung’s presence, to put it as simply as possible, puts you at peace. No matter what is happening around the two of you, the feeling of being near him gives you the feeling of just waking up; still sleepy, but like the comfortable feeling that settles in your chest when you’re finally coherent enough to feel the softness of your bed.
It’s always been like this, ever since the two of you met. Shy smiles exchanged in lecture turned into study sessions in the library, and before you knew it, you were thrown into a new group of friends with the surprisingly noisy boy from your chem class. Always down for a crazy adventure, Jisung had pushed you to try things you normally wouldn’t, and you were grateful for all of the experiences.
You came to notice, though, that there was something bubbling in your chest every time Jisung would get a little too close at a party, the two of you a little drunk. Like that one time, the two of you giggling at an absolutely hammered Seungmin who is trying to beat someone at a b-boying competition in a bar somewhere downtown. The smell of his cologne and the heat of his body so close to you that you lose all track of thought. When a hand on your waist that leads you through a crowded room, just making sure he doesn’t lose you sends fireworks up your chest.
You know that this is something that just friends don’t do, something that just friends don’t feel. The scary part was that you weren’t sure if you were just imagining things, or if there was actually something there.
Jisung insists on riding in the cart while you push it through the store, and though you complain about how heavy he is, you do it with a smile on your face the entire time. You opt for piling your groceries on top of him instead, hoping that the weight of the bag of apples you put on his stomach urges him to get out of the cart and actually help you.
And eventually he does, after some complaining that you buy too many heavy things. Jisung helps you carry all of it regardless.
Jisung is absolutely whipped for you. Pretty much anyone can see it, and when he first gets teased about it by Seungmin, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Thinks that, you know, everyone spends as much time as they can with their best friend. It’s normal for the two of you to plan future vacations, future holidays together, right? Right?
It hits him late one night that maybe his feelings are more complex than he thought. You had called him, at 2 in the morning, unable to fall asleep. “I just wanted to say hi, and hear your voice I guess,” you tell him, and his heart melts. Your voice is soft, and sounds like you really could fall asleep any second. It makes Jisung smile, and while he’s talking about how his day is going, and the songs he’s been working on with Chan and Changbin, he can hear your breathing even out on the other end.
Quietly saying your name, he confirms that you’re asleep when you don’t answer him. He feels that familiar feeling creep up, the one he gets when he’s always with you, and thinks to himself: Is this what being in love with someone feels like? The feeling is so soft and familiar that he really hadn’t realized it all those times before. Maybe the guys were right, and you two definitely weren’t just friends. Or at least that was what he wanted to believe.
Everything comes to a stop when the two of you attend a house party together. The music is loud and fast, and Jisung can’t help but let his eyes roam over your body as you dance with a girl from your history class. The smile on your face is the brightest he’s ever seen, and it makes him feel a little dizzy, more than the small amount of alcohol he’s had tonight ever could. When the song changes, and the beat turns sensual, Jisung decides that he’s had enough of beating around the bush. He was going to tell you just how he felt about you, and he’s praying that it’s reciprocated.
Jisung walks up to you, cool and confident with his red solo cup in his hand. You look up at him, and blush when his hand lands on your waist. “My turn for a dance.” he says, and you oblige. To your surprise, Jisung turns you around and his grip on you tightens.
“Jisung, what are you doing?” you giggle when he leans down to answer you, his breath tickling the skin below your ear. “What do you think I’m doing?” he asks. His hips start to move against yours, on beat with the music. The hand that’s holding his drink takes one of yours, resting it on the hand on your hip. He feels warm, and the feeling of him behind you makes you feel small in the best way possible.
His lips trail down to your neck, and you almost moan at the feeling. “You can’t tell me,” he begins, kissing your neck softly between every word spoken, “that you don’t feel whatever this is between us,”
He gets a little more confident when you turn to look at him, and in an instant his lips are on yours. It’s soft, but full of need. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, fully turning around in his hold and letting your hands rest on his shoulders. You have to tiptoe a little too reach his lips, and the realization makes Jisung laugh.
When you pull away, you look at him. Lips swollen, hair a little messed up at the nape where you decided to thread your fingers through it. You felt fireworks go off when you looked into his eyes. You were right, the two of you definitely weren’t just friends.
“Let’s head home, yeah?” you ask him, and you’ve never seen him move so fast. Taking your hand, he leads you through the crowd. You say your goodbyes to whoever you can find, most of the guys off somewhere in the party. The two of you miss the look Seungmin gives to Jeongin at the sight of your hands intertwined, and Jeongin groans as he pulls $5 out of his wallet.
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By the time Jisung leads you into your own apartment, the excitement has built up so much that you feel like you could burst. Pushing you up against the door once inside, Jisung can’t keep his hands off of you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this..” He says as he presses another hot kiss to your lips. You make a move to lift his shirt, and he lets you. You’ve seen Jisung shirtless a hundred times, but looking at him like this, you were absolutely sure that there was nowhere you wanted to be more right now, than underneath him.
You’re surprised at your own boldness as you push him towards the direction of your bedroom. He gets the hint and grabs your thighs. “Jump,” he says, and you comply. He lifts you up and carries you through the apartment, hands roaming your thighs and your ass as he tries to navigate the apartment with your lips on his neck.
Setting you on the bed softly, Jisung is immediately on top of you. His hands are all over you, trying to get you out of your clothes as fast as possible. Once your shirt is off and your skirt is pushed up, he fumbles with the zipper in the back and groans when notices the matching lavender set you’re wearing. Purple was never his favorite color until this exact moment.
The feeling of his hands on you, warm and safe and protective, sets a fire in you that had been long overdue. You arch your back when his hands move to your breasts, fingers roaming over the fabric and looking up at you for approval. You nod your head and he takes the piece of clothing off. His lips attach to your nipple and you have to hold in a whimper at the sensation.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, I swear on my life,” he mutters, and your cheeks blush at such a soft compliment in such an intimate setting. Your mind is already going hazy, the soft touches he’s giving you are good but nowhere near enough.
“Jisung please..please touch me,” you ask. He looks you in the eyes and grins, slowly making his way down your body. “I thought you would never ask,” he says as he licks a long line up your slit. Your hands fly to his hair, feeling the soft tresses in your fingers as he takes you somewhere you’ve never been before. “God, Jisung s-so good,” you say in between moans. It spurs him on, enough to insert a finger into your core. The added friction makes the knot in your stomach tighten, and before you know it, you’re desperately begging Jisung to make you cum.
He adds another finger and his lips find your clit, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. His fingers hit a spot inside of you that makes your vision go white, and the only thing you can think to say is his name as your first orgasm rushes over you. Once he’s made sure that you’ve ridden out your high, he takes his fingers out and puts them in his own mouth, licking them clean.
Jisung comes back up and kisses you harshly, full of passion and lust. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the sensation makes you moan into his mouth. You pull on the belt of his jeans, realizing he hasn’t taken them off yet.
Pushing him onto the bed, you climb on top of him and help him with his jeans. The sight of you on top of Jisung has him unbelievably hard, and he’s sure he’s in heaven when your hands make contact with his cock. Putting your hands on his chest, you watch as Jisung helps you align his cock with your entrance. You sink down on him slowly, the both of you moaning out loud at the feeling. He stretched you in just the right ways, and you can’t help but think that this is the way it’s always supposed to be. The two of you, together.
“Fuck, I love you,” you say without thinking, and Jisung pauses. The look in his eyes is definite: Absolutely sure and absolutely in love. He pulls you down and holds you close as he begins to move inside of you. His lips find your neck, whispering sweet nothings against you as his pace begins to pick up.
Before you know it, Jisung is fucking up into you at a wild pace, a clear contrast to the praises he’s saying in his ear. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby.. You were made for me. I love you so much.” He says, and that’s enough to feel the coil tighten in you for the second time. You push your lips against his, effectively swallowing every noise you make as you reach your high. Jisung is moving even faster, if possible, and the grip he has on your waist is so strong you’re sure it’s going to leave bruises in the morning. The only thing you can think of is the way Jisung is saying your name, desperate and wanton.
The sensitivity from your second orgasm has you clenching around Jisung, and that’s when he loses it. One hand moves to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you into a kiss filled with every emotion he ever needed to feel. You feel him fill you up and sigh, warm and content.
The two of you stay there for a moment; relishing in the way you feel wrapped around each other. You roll off of Jisung to lay beside him on the bed, and his arm wraps around your waist, not wanting to be away from you for even a moment. You giggle at how messy his hair looks and take a piece of it between your fingers.
“You know, I meant every word I said to you,” he says softly as he looks into your eyes. “I know you did. And I love you. I love you so much, Han Jisung,” you say. He sighs almost in relief, and he can confirm that this moment, right here, is the happiest that he’s ever felt. After years of all the unspoken words, ghosting touches and what ifs, you were finally his. “I love you too. More than anything.” he says as he pulls you close.
Jisung’s presence, to put it as simply as possible, puts you at peace. No matter what is happening around the two of you, the feeling of being near him gives you the feeling of just waking up; still sleepy, but like the comfortable feeling that settles in your chest when you’re finally coherent enough to feel the softness of your bed. And that next morning, when you do wake up and see Jisung laying next to you, the feeling is magnified by tens of thousands. The way the sun is catching on his face makes him glow, and when he pulls you into him with the promise of “5 more minutes,” you don’t refuse.
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Hi JWB, how r u and happy holi, wish u all the success in life and time to run this blog as well😉. I dont know if u watched ishqbaaz I wanted to ask aren't shivay and khushi a little similar. I also want to ask hoping u watched ishqbaaz that Anika career was completely removed, we see her as a house devoted to her husband which she wasn't her fin independence isn't there its diff with khushi she started working for family and then due to interest. What do u think about that. Love u be safe.
Hello Anon,
Thank you for your good wishes 😊 I hope the same for you!
I watched Ishqbaaz and the only similarity between Shivaay and Khushi is their fair skin and finesse in cooking (even though their cuisines couldn’t be more different).
Apart from that Khushi is similar to almost everyone else apart from Shivaay.
I didn’t watch IB completely so I don’t know why Annika doesn’t pursue a career. I don’t like comparing female leads for multiple reasons but I’ll say this:
- I do not like Khushi better than Annika cause the former has her own career post marriage. No. I respect both the characters regardless of their career choices. Housewife or company owner - they’re equally demanding and valid decisions and it’s their choice.
- I will be disappointed in the WRITING and not the character if they wrote out Annika’s career because they didn’t know how to write a woman with a career. But if she’s written as someone who chooses to be a housewife - love that for her.
People and priorities change over time. So if Annika has a more secure footing for her and her brother and is comfortable in her life post marriage - I can see her priorities and aims changing. Neither of the women are written better solely for having chosen career or husband.
And yes it’s important for women to have financial independence regardless and I don’t know how Shivaay treats money post marriage. But if Annika is unable to have her own money despite her wish to have so or Shivaay is controlling her finances - then it’s on him for being a shitty character, not on Annika.
Also, women in ITV are rarely written with flourishing careers. I was disappointed the way they wrote about Khushi’s Dabba service. Many of Khushi’s financial and career dreams (selling sarees, working in an office, operating a sweet store) saw ruin only so they could make her financially dependent on Arnav or his family. Likewise it is disheartening if many of Annika’s financial/career dreams are put on hold cause now she’s Shivaay’s wife.
The only work of Khushi’s I loved was her tutoring the kids. It didn’t exist for Arnav, it only existed to show how she maintains financial stability (which again they undermined by having Lavanya and Anjali calling her home repeatedly!)
Thank you for asking :)
- JWB
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“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?" with Javier and can I please have a happy ending, I know it's angst prompts but.... :D Thank you!
Crazy Love
Pairing: Javier Peña x Plus Size Female Reader
Characters: Javier Peña, Steve Murphy, mentions Connie Murphy
Setting: After season one episode 7 ‘You will cry tears of blood’, five months after the events in ‘Heels’,
Rating: M (Mature), E (Explicit), NSFW, 18+ only please
Warnings: mentions of gun violence, almost killing a child, self hatred, smut, unprotected sex, Angry Javier (yes he needs a warning), angst, slight fluff at the end,
Summary: One slip up, reacting too quickly he could’ve ended the life of one way too young to fight the wars of old men. Thoughts filled with darkness, what if’s and self degradation. Wanting to loose himself in the only way he knows. To find because of you he can brave the dawn and the coming war.
Word count: 5,985 (with lyrics)
Notes: Thank you so much for the request sweetie, @autumnleaves1991-blog I hope you enjoy. Prompt in bold. The song used is ‘Crazy Love’ written by Van Morrison and preformed by various artists. This also a sequel to “Heel’s part 1” written some months back.
Tag List:
Forever’s: @chickensarentcheap @jedi-mando
Knuckles white with the grip he’s got on the steer wheel, eyes darting between the thin packed streets and Murphy with the baby in his arms. “What about the kid? Any ideas where to take her?”
Missing the shrug, with his eyes back on the road, “For now I’ll take her with us.” Smirk twitching his dark blond mustache with the look Javier pins him with at a stop light. “Don’t worry Javi she ain’t gonna stay with you. Poor darlin can’t live on whiskey and cigarettes. Though the parade of women might slow with her at your apartment.”
“There’s no parade jackass,” trying to focus on the road ahead and off what almost occurred three hours ago.
Subtle tick to his jaw knowing something’s bothering his partner about what went down. More to the point of how it went to shit and letting two high ranking Sicario slip through their fingers. “Wanna spill what’s eaten at you?”
“No just take care of the kid don’t need you play shrink in my head,” pulling up to the embassy, Javier kills the engine turning fully to look at Steve. “Care to share your explanation to Noonan or will you wing it?”
Shrugging Steve glances down into her sleepy eyes trying to figure out just what he’ll say. More importantly what he’s going to tell Connie. “I’m not,” looking back over at Peña seeing a raised brow. “I’ll take her home to Connie, figure out this shit as we go.”
“I’m sure Y/N would babysit,” mentioning you name cut deeply as the last month he’s put distance between the two of you. Continuing the relationship based solely on your sexual needs instead of the feeling he keeps buried.
“Doubtful, she’s working on transferring out. Packing I’m sure takes her time up right now,” seeing the scowling confusion drawing his brows down. “You knew she asked for a transfer right?”
“When?” Curses fill his mind. Directed fully at himself for letting the situation spiral out of control to the point you’ve become that notch on his bed post. Telling himself he’s going to let you go but never finding the courage to actually cut the strings. “She never mentioned taking a transfer. ”
The nights spent together you never mentioned a transfer. But then words rarely left either of your lips that’s not in passionate pleas wanting more or demands for completion. Conversations the first to go in the crumbling relationship, embraces followed not long after and the final straw added a month and a half ago. No kisses on the mouth anyway a promise you made him invoke to separate the past pleasures from the present stalemate.
Revisiting those thoughts often, Javier understood why you made the decision. One he hated but respected. Wondering most nights why you still let him inside your soft plush body instead of putting up a wall between the two of you. Shoving him out of your life fully. But then the transfer you didn’t speak of talked louder than any uttered words could.
“Two weeks ago, something about returning back to the States. Damn shame Y/N’s a fucking amazing secretary even better person. Why’d you go fuck things up for us both?” Wanting to knock some sense into Javier but a part of Steve understood the other man’s reasons for pushing you away. “Just let her go man this job she’s not fit nor can put up with the stress. I know I pushed at first but whatever you did to shover her away it’s for the best.”
“She’s a lot stronger than you know,” said more to himself than Steve. Other mans words hitting deeper than Javier would say, his fingers tightening around the leather steering wheel. “You don’t know shit Murphy.”
“I know a month ago things changed between the two of you.” Switching the baby to his other arm cradling her close to his chest. “Whatever happened she become withdrawn, stopped smiling as much,” piercing him with a hard stare. “Reverting back to the woman I first met when coming Bogota.” Glancing out the windshield Steve drag a hand over his face exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “ piece of advice either fess up explain what’s eaten at you or let her go.”
Selfishness claws at his mind wanting to keep you from leaving. From getting away not only from Columbia it’s self but from him. The realistic half needing you safe a world removed from the war starting to build back up. This afternoon’s events flash through his mind of how he almost killed a kid. A fucking kid who tried to protect the Sicario scum he chased and cornered. Would’ve had him had the kid not pulled a gun on him. The decision not to pull the trigger an easy one this time. But what about the next? Making him no better than the men he chases if he decided to take the shot so easily. Affirming those thoughts to let you go for your greater good and health.
“Javi?” Snapping fingers to gain his attention. “Deep in thought or just swimming the shallow waters?”
Scowl taking up home over his features, “Don’t worry about it doesn’t concern you.”
“Fuck you say, she’s my friend to Javi.” Shaking his blond head wondering how much pushing it’ll take before Peña would break. “Besides I think Connie has a good chance at kicking your ass if you do anymore damaged. She’s wanted to get her hooks into you for a while now.”
Almost chuckling at those words though it’s mirthless and self deprecating. “She’s next in line,” tossing the words out while starting the Jeep. Silence reigns on the drive over to their apartment, pulling up to the curb and letting Steve out.
Who pauses in the open door, “Heading to Y/N’s? Or back to the Embassy?”
“Paperwork,” impatiently waiting for Steve to shut the door.
Eager for some peace and time to think. He sees you standing in the doorway arms crossed under your generous breasts. For once actually studying your features taking in the fact you look somber, dressed in well loved jeans and baggy T-shirt. No makeup, though Javi told you a thousand times how beautiful you look without all those cosmetics painted on your face. Heart kicking up at the way your staring at him. Barely seen with you so far away but he knows there’s a softness shining in your eyes. Emotions he’s never tried to decipher in other women till you. Thoughts now run into each other, fears chasing after wanting so much but feeling undeserving.
Soft chuckle echos around the Jeep’s cabin making Javi glance at Steve, “Time better served explaining than useless paperwork.” Looking over his shoulder to find you gone, “Before it’s to late and she’s gone.” Door slamming shut, Steve leans in through the open window with a meaningful expression on his handsome face. Patting the inside slight nod of his blond head before turning to go inside leaving Javier with to many thoughts.
Pulling away from the curb happening to glance back towards the apartments catching you standing at the window. Hand pressed to the glass unreadable look on your face one he’s sure shows signs of displeasure and anger. With a blink your silhouette disappears heart clenching at the thought he’s just imagined you standing there. Another curse flies from his lip, palm forcefully slamming down on the steering column doing nothing to temper the anger boiling inside his mind. Instead Javier guns the engine taking off at a high rate of speed receiving numerous honks in irritated warning.
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Letting the curtain fall back in place wild thumping of your heart pulsing out a rhythm that aches with every pound. Partly hating yourself for getting involved with a man incapable of having any kind of relationship other than sexual. Asking yourself why you keep letting him back into your bed, into your heart knowing it’ll just break in the end. Only one answer comes to mind and you push it firmly back into the dark abyss. Focusing on what you needed to done. Having struggled for the last two months with the decision to finally put in for a transfer home, away from Columbia and Javier Peña. Never an easy choice especially when you’ve fallen in love with a man who would never love you back.
Heavy knocking makes you jump in spot leaning against the wall by the window. Hand coming to rest against the quickly beating organ threatening to thump right outta your chest. Taking a breath trying to calm down from the freight you take small steps to eat up the distance towards the door. Another round of pounding has a scowl appearing wondering who would beat your door down at this time of evening.
“Hold your horses I’m comin’ already,” raising you voice loud enough to at least pause the noise.
Grasping the doorknob right when, “Hermosa,” his voice pulls your hand back almost as if the knob burned you with that very endearment. “Open up you can’t hide I know your there.”
“Go away Javier I’m not in the mood,” arms crossed glaring at the door. Pivoting on bare feet to track towards the kitchen going back to sorting through what your keeping and leaving behind. Freezing in place the unmistakeable sound of a key sliding into lock. Cursing the fact you never asked for the spare back and giving him one in the first place. Try as you might to make your feet move instead there rooted in spot when the door opens. “I didn't invite you in Javi turn your ass around and leave.”
Breath escaping quickly, eyes narrowing after searching the apartment he’s spent the last months in. Catching sight of half filled boxes, newspaper scattered over the coffee table, before landing on your furious features. Hands gripping wide hips, soft chin jutted out in annoyance while eyes spit anger burying the true feelings deep. “It’s true?”
“Why do you care?” Countering his words biting the inside of your cheek to keep tears from sliding coldly down your cooling skin. “Leave Javier,” exasperated and tired just wanting to move on, putting the relationship in the past.
Not two steps away his warm gun callused hand incloses around your wrist tugging and turning your plush body around to face him. “Not till you answer me.”
“We don’t talk about feelings remember Peña, your rules,” yanking your wrist free glare firmly in place.
Flinching at the harsh tone eyes scorching him with there intensity, his own somber and filled with regret. Deserving of those very words no matter how much they hurt. He moves forward for you to take one back reaching to grasp both shoulders. Taking another step out of his reach slow two step pattern finds your back pressed against the bar counter. Reminiscent of the first time you made love all those months ago. Except this time you’d stand strong push him away and not fall prey to those warm russet eyes filled with so many indescribable emotions.
“Stupid rule I never should’ve put in our relationship,” three feet of space between the two of you. Both chests heaving breaths eyes locked and searching. His eyes close drawing in your familiar scent letting it wash all the days stress clean for a single moment in time. Ear’s picking up the quick beating of your heart wishing as his eyes open a smile would bloom over those kissably soft lips.
“But you did and there’s no taking it back now,” firm stance starting to crumble under the weight of emotions filtering through his dark eyes.
Half way to reaching out his hands drop back to fist at his sides, “I’m sorry hermosa I didn’t mean…” unsure how to fix what’s broken. Never good at speaking his feelings even when the need presents its self.
I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song
“What’d want from me Javier?” Pleading tone arms crossed to close your body off. Putting up a defense against the one man who’s managed to crumble every wall surround your heart. To starve off the bubbling emotions threatening to spill over and consume you.
Closing the small gap, callused hands cup both cheeks, fingers spread from apples to jawlines. Brushing his thumbs under your eyes his own pleading and soft ‘the puppy’ look you nicknamed it two weeks into the relationship. “To kiss you.”
Swallowing harshly, “Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?" Willing your body not to react, not to turn and place kisses to his palm. Nuzzling the warmth drawing peace from his comforting touch. “We made rules you know how I feel about kissing Javi.”
Almost two months ago things started to fall apart. Always asking yourself why you still let him into your bed and body. Part of you knowing the space carved Javier hole in your heart will never close. Not even denying the both of you those intimate kisses could change the fact he’s wormed his way through defenses long held too fall in love with your DEA agent.
“I know mi amor,” sliding one hand down from your face to wrap his arm around your thick waist. Pulling you flush into his embrace and against his body. Turning the both of you so it’s his back pressed into the counter. Savoring the softness wishing you’d hold him. Run your fingers through his hair and chase away the stress currently resurfacing with your tense posture. “I don’t want you to leave.” No truer words spoken ones that cut his very soul with the implications of what could happen if he didn’t take Steve’s advice.
Agony rips a new hole in your heart at his words, at the endearment dripping from those sinful lips. “You don’t mean that.” Eyes close to keep from staring into russet browns. Trying not to give in and foolishly hope he means what he speaks.
“I do hermosa,” eyes popping open at the barest brush of his chapped lips against yours, widen orbs find his shut, brow furrowed. “I don’t want to loose you.”
“Javier,” breathlessly whispering his name. The intensity of Javi’s declaration scares you not wanting to believe for a second his words ring true. Not when so many broken promises lay at your feet. Yet, if there’s one thing you know about Javier Peña he’s honest, never lying to you about what he wanted. Holding back sure, not letting you in those tightly held defenses of his own fuck yes, but lie to you never. Those thoughts make others chase after. Ones that scare you into thinking you’ve made a huge mistake by asking for the transfer. Could you leave his man who holds your heart? Walk away from a relationship that’s possibly just hitting a rough patch? So engrossed in those thoughts you don’t realize he’s tipping your chin up to angle your head in the prefect position to slot his mouth over yours.
Javier’s restraint having snapped with his name slipping from your bitten lips, wanting to meld the two of you together in the only way he knows how. Showing you with his body what his words couldn’t express. Javier captures your mouth in a bruising kiss filled with demands. Teeth biting at your lips, dragging plump bottom in to abuse with nibbles and soothing over with his tongue. Harsh gasp blown from your mouth giving him access to the warm cavern. Drinking from your well, tasting your flavor on his tongue always returning for more. Tangling together as his arm tightens around your soft waist.
Garnering a moan of need from deep within your chest. Attacking his mouth with your own, fingers coming into play by carding through those thick mahogany strands tugging harshly. Receiving a growl in return that vibrates down to your very core clit throbbing in response to his rough actions.
Mouths parting to gather air, “I need you hermosa please,” desperation coloring his tone foreheads resting together. The hand still cupping your cheek slides around to gently cup the back of your head. “I need…” swallowing hard, fighting to keep from taking you hard and fast right there. Burying the fear and pain, the anger and worry into your soft gentle body. Letting you sooth the demons threatening to consume his soul. But he couldn’t, promising to never show that side of himself to you.
Those thoughts in mind Javier moves in to kiss you only to chase your mouth till you place fingers over his searching lips. Seeing a spark of need in he eyes that’s closed away before fully blooming. Leading you to remember a conversation the two of you had at the on set of your relationship. Knowing what he needed and how, you step back watching his features fall with his arms to the side.
Only to have confusion replace the crestfallen expression as you tug the t-shirt up and off your body. Standing in just your panties and jeans, “I told you a long time ago Javier I’m not made of glass this body…” hands gliding up from your waist to soft tummy and generous breasts. “Won’t break if your rough with me.” Heat sparking in eyes that will him to listen, give in and take you. “If I’m staying and we work this out you’ll have to let me in.”
Each word hits him hard square in the heart, “I don’t want to hurt you cariño.”
“You already have Javier,” head dropping you go to tug your shirt back on. Only to have it ripped from your hand and tossed somewhere unseen. That soft gasp making his heart beat triple time. Strong arms wrap around your body to bring you back into his warmth. “Fix what you broke.”
There’s no gentleness to the possessive kiss Javier captures your mouth with. Large warm hands grip your plush ass to press into your tummy the thick ridge of his jeans covered erection. Low growl slipping passed parted gasping lips that angle for the right spot to draw those whimpers and moans he can never get enough of. Separating long enough to have you rip his tan button up open, little plastic disks pinging off the wall and tiled floor. Scoring your short nails over his soft tummy, toying with the button of his jeans.
“Fuck,” hissing through kiss swollen lips that attack your neck with bitting teeth. Wanting to mark each inch of you in reminder to himself of who you derive your pleasure from. “Do that again,” demanding cadence gets a soft smirk to spread over your bitten lips.
Keeping your eyes lock, breath existing quickly because of the passionate kiss. Short nails rake up his chest and leave little red lines behind. Detouring to pinch his pebbled tight nipples receiving another low growl against the skin of your collarbone. Where his mouth sucks a purpling mark laving his tongue over the bruising skin. Enjoying the shutter he feels race down your spine.
Pushing the shirt from his shoulders Javier raises his head to stare into your desire darken eyes. “Fuck me Javier till I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Simple words ignite a passion and deep seated need inside his body to claim and wreak you. Clothing becomes nothing more than obstacles in the way of having naked skin against his own. The two of your fumbling with buttons and zippers. His parting on a sigh of relief as you push the fabric to pool around his ankles. Nimble fingers brushing through course little hairs. Leading your hand to wrap around his shaft. Thick girth barely covered by your hand that you pump along heated velvet skin.
Smirking at the groaning string of Spanish curses falling from his lips. Only replaced by the pout, when he brushes your hand away. Mouth still just inches from yours brushing taking another sip from your lips. Drowning in the taste of your mouth, the feel of your plump lips against his. Devouring the pout and only breaking to whisper, “Later princesa.” Toeing off boots and soak covered feet pressing out of jeans, naked as on his born day for your eyes to devour.
Becoming insnared with his beauty far too long for Javier’s liking. Lips licked slowly watching the bob of his jutting cock. Mouth watering in want of a taste. Quick breaths expanded his soft covered muscular chest your hands itch to dust over. His handsomeness distracting you to the point a squeal issues from the back of your throat when he pulls you by the belt loops towards the couch. Skilled fingers making quick work of getting your jeans undone warm palms sliding the fabric down your body.
Javier drops back into the couch bringing you between his spread knees and placing kisses to your tummy. Nuzzling the underside of your breasts. Looking up to ensnare your vision with his own desire filled gaze. Strong arms holding you in place while eyes close, nose rubbing into your soft scantly skin resting his head on your tummy. Hands coming up to card through his hair gently this time tugging the locks and wrapping his shoulders with your arms. Emotions clogging your throat burning with the need to release the tears of mixed feelings.
Moaning head tossing back when his warm tongue peeking out to teasing the taut nipples his hands tug your panties down. Becoming impatient and ripping the thin cotton from your body. Making you gasp and look down into those desire blacken eyes you choose happily to drown in. “You’ll…” swallowing your words on a moan as those thick skilled fingers draw through your folds. Tapping your clit several times and retreating to slide inside your clinching walls.
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief
“I’ll buy you more cariño and go with you to help pick out certain ones,” giving you a cheeky wink. Groaning with the feel of slick coating his fingers, smirk in place when your hands brace on his shoulders to keep from tipping over into his arms. Pulling his fingers out to suck them clean making sure your watching his every move. The resounding whimper he draws out brings the same smug grin too tug at his lips. Gripping the back of your thick thighs to spread your stance and slot his own knees between.
Pulling you down against him knees on either side of his thighs. Hiss issued at the contact of your dripping folds coating his shaft trapped between your bodies. Rolling hips to tease your own hands gripping the back of the couch to brace yourself while raising up. Deep moan breaks from your chest when Javier draws the fat cock head through your folds. Circling your clit as your hips match the movements. Waiting till he’s notched himself at your entrance before slamming down against him.
Head tossing back at the stretch and burn of him splitting you open gasps of delight echo and play with the groans from Javier. Who grips your hips, holding you against him for a time face buried in your chest. Hot mouth searching out blindly latching onto your right nipple to bite down just hard enough to make your quivering channel squeeze him tightly.
“Fuck,” single word mumbled against your skin. When you start to move setting a quick pace that’s hard and demanding. Head dropping back between your gripping hands. String of curses and praise leave his lips. “Just like that hermosa, so fucking wet for me,” grunting into your mouth that came to fuss to his. Sharing breaths while you move against his body.
Taking possession of his pleasure with a kiss that’s deep and hungry. Devouring the sounds he makes with each quick roll of your hips. Pressing your generous breasts against the hard plains of his chest, nipples brushing his skin as his own hands grip your thick soft waist. Leaving behind bruises with how tightly he holds you. One hand gliding over sweat slicked skin to cup a full ass cheek giving a squeeze before landing a hard slap.
Movements falter with the stinging pleasure coursing through your veins, “Javi.” Kiss breaking breathlessly to catch his eyes. Seeing the indecision clearly written, you nod leaning to brushing your lips over his ear, “Again please.”
Mouth buries against the spot where shoulder and neck meet, planting his feet firmly to thrust into your welcoming cunt quicker. Letting a moment pass till he lands another smack to the other ass cheek. Soothing the pain with his warm palm, “Like that princesa?” Drawing his nose over the sweaty expanse of his throat tossed back on a gasp. Bearing your neck to his hungry gaze and mouth.
Taking advantage to bite and suck, thick mustache abrading your skin in the most delicious of ways. Sending tingles to dance across your skin making your clit throb with each hard pound of his cock deep inside your quivering walls. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders for leverage as your knees sink into the couch and you bounce on Javier’s cock. Thick thighs shaking as orgasm builds quicker than you thought possible.
“Yes,” whimpering out in answer. Both hands cup your ass helping you move against him. Sweat slicked shoulders make for a tough grip movements becoming choppy and sloppy. Low whine bubbles from the back of your throat needing more but unsure how to say.
Javier picks up on the destress, pulling out making the whine lengthen. “Lay back on the couch for me hermosa,” seeing the confusion in your gaze. Javi tugs you to sit in the corner of the couch, pulling till your almost flat and he crawls between those thick thighs he wants wrapped around his waist.
Sliding back inside of you on a groan, “Still so tight for me princesa I could stay buried in your pretty pussy forever never growing tired of having your surround me.”
“Javi,” heat flares across your body at his words, face buried in your palms. Only to have them pulled and placed on his chest. Shocked yet pleased with his sentiments, the way he growls out the words setting off tingles dancing down your spine.
Gasping when he pulls out resting just the tip before surging back angling to hit that little spot only he’s managed to discover inside you. Right leg draped over his hip left dangling off the couch as your hands scrap and grope at his shoulders. Strong arms press on either side of you holding himself up while rocking his hips into yours. Setting a fast and hard pace that has you gasping, moans of incoherent words tumble from your mouth that hangs open trying to gather breath.
Watching with hooded eyes, drinking in the way you look, the passion morphing your features never wanting to let you go. To always see you in the throws of pleasure he delivers to your body. Praying to whoever will listen that you’ll stay. Those thoughts creating a fire inside his body that moves quicker.
Wanting to show you his feelings by repeatedly burying his cock deep inside your throbbing cunt. Loving your soft thick body with his mouth latching onto a breast. Nipping skin and taunt nipples, curling his tongue before biting down and switching to the twin. Feeling your nails score his back and shoulders only driving on his own pleasure.
Needing you to cum first though, Javier slides one hand between your slick bodies to caress your clit with tight circles of pressure. Smirking into your flesh when you gasp and squirm under him. His name breathlessly spoken to the heavens your back arching off the couch. “That’s my girl cum for me amor soak my cock.”
“Javier,” fingers card through his hair pulling his mouth back to yours. Tender and sweet nothing like the previous kisses as you pour your heart out to the man pounding you into the couch. Foreheads rest together, moans dripping from your lips brushing against his trying to hold back to draw out the pleasure. Afraid of the final moment he finds completion and walks out of your life maybe for good this time. “I love you,” unable to stop those three words from tumbling out. Orgasm slamming through your body with the hard thrusts of Javier’s hips. Crying out his name, arching against him breath stuck along with tears in your throat.
Swearing he heard things, Javier’s pace stuttered but his heart pounds quicker. Hips having a mind of their own as his body rushes to completion. Cumming harder than he’s ever in his life, filling your clinching walls with hot stick seed. Strength evaporated from his arms collapsing into your embrace. Burying his face in your neck, hot moist breath fanning out over your skin. Small after shocks roll through both your bodies garnering whimpers and moans from both of you.
Time, unsure of how much passes while you card fingers through his sweat slicked hair. Enjoying this moment, basking in the after glow of your love making while praying it’s not the end.
“Don’t leave,” words whispered into your skin so low there barely caught. Wondering if you’ve heard things your fingers pause watching on stuttering breath as Javier raises his head to stare into your eyes. Wondering if you meant what you said or just caught up in the pleasurable sex and let it out. It’s on the tip of his tongue to ask when you beat him to the punch.
“I… I…” words lost in the jumble of your mind unsure what to say. Fearful your passionate declaration went unheard or worse ignored.
Cupping your cheek surprised to find tears tracking down your cheek, “Don’t leave me Y/N please.”
Searching his bright russet eyes confused till you see what he’s really saying. Realization blooming across your mind your own hand coming up to embrace his cheek. Thumb swiping over the apple, “I’ll speak to Noonan.” Bringing his mouth down to yours for a soft sweet kiss.
“Do you really love me?” Foreheads resting together breath held, his eyes closed tightly fearing the answer.
Shocked he’s asking. Remembering the times you tried to get him to talk about his feelings becoming shut down pushing the conversation away or distracting you with kisses and sex. With the lengthening silence Javier dares to open his eyes catching the soft expression in yours that cracks his frozen heart.
“I wouldn’t say those words if I didn’t mean them Javi you know that,” continuing to brush your fingers over his stubbled jaw. Up into his soft sweaty hair to gently scratch his scalp knowing how much he enjoys when you do. Rewarded with a low purr from the back of his throat. “What happened today baby?”
Fear keeps him quiet for a moment till, “I almost killed a kid.” Lowering his stare to map your skin with his eyes adding the marks he left behind to his memory. Fear returning now that you’ve heard how much of a monster he’s turning into.
“Did you shoot?” There’s no accusations or incrimination, voice softly seeking a way to help sooth the demons you saw when he first arrived.
Carefully pulling from your warm depths and embrace to sit on the edge of the couch face buried in his hands. Missing the whimper at loosing his touch. You grab for the blanket draped over the back to cover yourself in self consciousness. Moving carefully to sit up and lean against his shoulder. Fingers carding through his hair slowly while placing the other around his waist. Waiting till he’s ready to start speaking not wanting to push.
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
Yes I need her in the daytime
Yes I need her in the night
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight
Welcoming warmth enveloping his body that cleaves into you. Baritone rough with emotions, “No I couldn’t pull the tigger, didn’t want to shoot some kid who’s stupidly following the orders of a man who doesn’t care about him.”
“Listen to me Javi you’re not Escobar you’ll never have that narcissistic attitude.” Turning his face to look at you, brushing the stubble with your fingertips. “Yes you’ve done some questionable things for good reasons to take down this asshole who would gladly see all of Columbia burn just to get and keep what he wants.” Leaning in to brush your nose against his, “I couldn’t love a man who killed people for kicks Javier. That’s not what you do. You save people, protect them as best you can.”
Unworthiness filtering through his thoughts never expecting to find someone who loved him faults and all. Intertwining his fingers with the hand previously on his cheek bring the back to his lips to place a kiss. “I don’t deserve you hermosa,” swallowing harshly letting your hand go to stand. Unconcerned with his nakedness Javier stretches popping his back then looking down at you.
Worry etched in those beloved eyes that stare unblinkingly at the spot he just vacated. “Leaving now?” Biting off the words tears clouding your vision mistaking his declaration as rejection pulling the blanket tighter around your plush body.
Forefinger and thumb pinching the end of your soft chin raising your gaze to meet his, “Why would I leave when everything I want and love rests with you.”
“Javier?” Voice wobbling with unshed tears.
Pulling the blanket from your body taking in the curves and dips, the softness he’s itching to get his hands back on. But right now Javier brings the nearest hand to his lips, brushing the knuckles with his mouth mustache tickling your skin. Keeping your eyes locked as he tugs you up into his arms. “I’m serious Y/N I don’t deserve you but without you I’m a shell of a man,” bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek deep russet eyes burning with love staring into yours.
“What are you saying?” Fear coating the words, afraid it’s all a dream and you’ll wake without Javier beside you.
Drawing your mouth closer, strong arm wrapping around your thick waist, “I’m saying I love you Y/N and if you’ll have me I’m yours till you kick me out for driving you crazy.”
“You already do that Javi,” watery giggles escaping your lips that brush his twice. Reaching up to card fingers through the soft strands at the back of his head tugging just a little harder than normal. “Say it again.”
Grunting at the tugs sliding a hand down to cup a generous bare ass cheek to give a squeeze. “Drive you crazy.”
Just barely holding in the squeak, “No,” eyes rolling at his cheek. “You know what I mean Javier Peña.”
“I do,” slotting his mouth against yours stealing the breath from your lungs as he kisses you with a passion never felt before. Barely breaking to mumble those three simple words into your lips, “I love you.” Getting lost in your kiss while silently vowing to never let you go or break your heart.
And when I'm returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day
Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul
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