#that's fine though. it's all fine. here have some popcorn to go with all this nonsense đżđżđż <3
stamina â seungmin
pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader
tags: established relationship, smut!!!đ
warnings: swearing, oral (m receiving), deep throating, use of âbubsâ, âbabyâ, âpuppyâ, face fucking pretty much, cum play, lmk if i missed one!
inspo: my hopes and ambitions
notes: wrote this for day 8 of kinktober so itâs a little late but i loved this too much to leave it behind <3
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As soon as Seungmin came home you could tell he was frustrated. It was obvious from the way heâd rolled his eyes at seemingly nothing, clearly thinking about something that annoyed him. It was obvious from the way he was completely zoned out during the movie, and the way he simply shrugged when you asked him if he wanted popcorn. Ever since he got his braces off he never said no to popcorn.
Something was clearly bothering him. And considering he was still incredibly sweet to you and hugged your knees during the movieâyou knew it had to be something that happened at work.
âSeung, did everything go okay during your lesson?â
âFine,â he said, entirely too quickly.
You brought your hand to his shoulder, rubbing your thumb against his skin lightly. He exhaled sharply, knowing you caught him in his lie. He was thankful you werenât pushing him to speak though, and kissed your temple to show his gratitude for you.
âItâs this comeback,â he sighed after a few moments, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. âItâs kicking my ass.â
âYou always say that,â you hum softly, âand it always turns out fine. In fact, you get better with every comebââ
â--yeah, yeah,â he dismisses quickly, âI know.â
âThen what is it, baby?â
He sighed deeply, letting his eyes scan around the room as he let his thoughts gather in his brain before he could voice them. Then he licked his lips and sighed one more time.
âIâm frustrated,â he started, âhyung keeps saying Iâm gonna need a lot of stamina for this song. Itâs apparently a really complicated dance and itâs already hard vocally.â
âThen you just need to work on your stamina,â you offered softly.
âYeah, I know that,â he rolled his eyes, âbut I donât know what the dance is gonna be like so all I can do is practise my vocals while running like some idiot.â
âIf thatâs what you need to doââ
â--I wish theyâd just let me see the dance, but theyâre being weirdly secretive about it and I canât work like this.â
You squeezed his shoulder lightly, trying to distract him from the frustration he was so visibly still feeling. âI can come run with you? Practise the song and we can run around thââ
â--I canât run anymore,â he shakes his head, âitâs stupid and itâs not even gonna help that much. The stamina you need for dancing isnât the same as running.â
âThen try and figure out what you need to build your stamina and we can do that if you want,â you try, âor if itâs something you need to do alone. Iâm here to help when you need it, Seung.â
âI know,â he turned to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. âI just need to figure it out until hyung finally teaches us the choreo.â
You didnât want to wait for Seungmin to figure it out by himself, you wanted to help him even if it was just a suggestion you could offer him, so instead you decided to confer with the only other vocalist you knew.
Jeongin was helpful, you think, as he offered things like weight lifting and dancing to a choreo Seungmin already knew. Seungmin declined both those suggestions however. He hated weights, and dancing to a different choreo was too confusing for him.
When you asked Chan for his suggestions, swearing him to secrecy because you knew Seungmin didnât want him to worryâhe suggested something quite different.
âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs a proven fact. None of my vocal teachers have ever said this to me, which is probably why the other two havenât thought about itâbut sex is known to build your stamina.â
âChan, if this is your weird way of saying he just needs to get laidââ
â--have fun!â
And then he ended the call.
You thought it over for a few days, thinking surely Chan was just trying to be a little shit. You knew he was protective of his band members and always wanted to help him, but you also knew he loved stressing you outâso surely that wasnât sound advice.
Besides, you were almost certain Seungmin wouldnât be able to focus on his vocals if he was fucking you. Sex was surely not the answer you were looking for.
Even so, the next time Seungmin came home from a vocal lesson with frustration deep on his brows, you decided you wanted his opinion on the matter, too. If it helped him youâd do anything and honestly, when Seungmin started working towards a new comeback he was usually too tired to do anything physical with you when he came home. You wanted to convince yourself you were definitely doing this to help him, and not because it was you that needed to get laid. You werenât being selfish about this, really. Chan said it could help!
Seungmin shared your opinion that he surely wouldnât be able to focus on singing at all if you were naked and moaning on top of him, so it would be completely pointless.
âWhat if I sucked you off, then?â You try, as neutrally as possible.
âHow will that help?â He chuckled.
âI donât know,â you shrugged, throwing your hands in the air.
âIf you want my dick in your mouth just ask, you donât need an excuse,â he smirked.
âI promise I do genuinely think this could help,â you pouted at him, âand if it doesnât you still get your dick wet so itâs a win-win, really.â
âFine,â he sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes to fully sell it as he unbuckled his belt. âI guess you can suck my dick, then.â
You giggled at him, carefully lowering yourself onto the floor.
You watch as Seungmin pulls down his pants, letting them pool onto the floor right in front of your knees. You grab onto his thighs, slowly pulling them apart as you rack your nails across his smooth skin.
You kiss his knee slowly, planting another kiss higher and then higher before nuzzling your face by his stomach. You let your lips ghost near his hip bone, kissing it softly before slowly sucking on the taut skin.
He sucks in a breath, his big hands going to your neck and pushing you closer.
âI canât hear any singing, Seung,â you say against his skin before making sure to suck a mark into his stomach.
He lets out a small moan, shutting his eyes tightly before he licks his lips.
âOkay, okay,â he lets out, taking in a deep breath, âthis might actually work.â
You chuckle to yourself before splaying your hands across his thighs, kneading at the muscles as your lips trail from one hip bone to the other.
Seungmin starts singing, his voice even and strong.
It almost bothers you, how controlled his voice is, and so you run your hand from his inner thigh to his crotch. He isnât fully hard yet, and youâre sure heâs trying to bring all his focus on the right notes and words.
Youâre gonna have to help him, then.
You kiss along his tip, soft and slow. Open mouthed kisses, trailing from the head all the way to the base while you use your other hand to softly run your nails across his inner thigh.
You can feel his cock growing harder, warmer against your lips.
His voice is still too even for your liking.
You spit in your hand, licking the wetness around to make sure itâs fully wetâand itâs then you notice the singing has stopped. You look up questioningly.
âWhat is it?â
âThat was so fucking hot,â he lets out. His eyes are clouded, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth.
âDonât stop singing,â you order him instead, trying your best to ignore the way your walls flutter at his intense stare.
âYes, maâam,â he chuckles, nodding slowly before he tries to remember what part of the song he got to. He canât really recall, having been too turned on by your actions so he simply starts again from the beginning.
You spit in your hand one more time, Seungmin shutting his eyes tightly at the sight, before you start stroking his cock. You keep going until heâs fully hard, when he starts singing what you think is the chorusâand then you take him in your mouth.
You push him inside your throat until you start choking slightly and then you hollow out your cheeks. You start bobbing your head right away, up and down as fast as you can take it without gagging.
The singing stops again.
You look up at him, blinking a few tears away, waiting for him to keep singing.
He doesnât.
Instead he brings his thumb to the corner of your eye, wiping the wetness away and moaning.
âYour mouth is so warm,â he sighs, as if in a dream. âYou take my cock so good, bubs.â
You pull away. Seungmin brings a hand to the back of your head, trying to push you back down but you push his wrist away.
âThatâs not the deal, puppy,â you remind him, âI stop when you stop.â
âI canât focus on the song when you gag like that,â he whines.
You push up on your knees to kiss him softly on the lips. âTry.â
He groans in response, lulling his head from one side to the other before he opens his eyes with a new found determination in them.
âAlright,â he says, âletâs go.â
Seungmin is known for his dutifulness, is known for his strong mind and level-headedness. You canât ignore just how wet it makes you to know you have the power to make him lose his focus, but you canât think about that too much. If you do, you wonât care about helping him anymore and youâd start begging him to fuck you.
No, you canât do that. You both need to focus on his stamina right now.
You wait for Seungmin to sing again, starting from the very beginning of the song one more time, before you let his dick slide all the way down your throat again.
You make sure to breathe through your nose, swallowing around him every few seconds.
Once you start moving slowly, making sure to tuck your teeth behind your lips as much as you can, you see his stomach clenching tightly as he keeps singing. Heâs still hitting all the notes, you think, but he takes deeper breaths between each line.
He doesnât sound as controlled anymore.
The knowledge of that spurs you on, and you start moving your tongue up and down against the underside of his cock. You can trace the vein there with your tongue, can feel it pulsing heavily inside your mouth.
You move your head up and down, as fast as you can possibly go, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
Seungminâs panting above you, his fingers buried in your hair as he pushes you further down his cock. Heâs still singing, but only barely, and at this point you arenât too sure if you care anymore.
You feel spit sliding down the corner of your mouth and you try to suck it all back in, but itâs too late. Itâs messy, dribbling all the way down your chin and onto Seungminâs smooth thigh. You donât care about the mess, either.
You barely care about the aching wetness between your legs, too busy with the salty taste hitting the back of your throat in small intervals with each time Seungmin messes up and moans mid-note.
You hear him repeating the same line three times, trying to get the notes just right but failing as you gag around his tip after a particularly deep thrust from his part.
You arenât sure when he started fucking into your mouth but you let him, relaxing your jaw as much as you can and breathing deeply every time his cock hits your throat like that.
He brings his other hand, the one that isnât pushing and pulling your hair, around your throat.
He doesnât apply any pressure, but you know heâs trying to feel just how deep he is inside youâand your eyes roll to the back of your head.
You arenât sure when he started moving and how you didnât notice, but he buries his hand in your underwear, moaning at your wetness.
âLook how wet you get when I fuck your mouth,â he moans deeply, âbet you actually did make this up just so you could suck my dick.â
You canât answer him, but you try your best to nod as he pushes his cock in and out of your mouth. It isnât even true, you did actually want to help, but when Seungmin uses that tone with you youâd agree with anything he says.
âMy little baby loves sucking cock so much,â he chuckles at you, sliding two fingers inside you with ease, âgonna get me addicted to your mouth like this.â
You moan, your throat closing in around his dick as you feel the vibrations from your vocal cords around Seungminâs hand. He grabs your chin, pulling it down further as he pulls your bottom lip down.
âGonna cum down your throat, yeah?â He asks, just to make sure you can take itâand your wide eyes tell him thereâs nothing more you want in that moment.
He slumps back into the couch, both hands on each of your cheeks to keep you in place as he starts fully fucking into your mouthâshameless as he lets his moans spill out into the air.
You arenât sure what was prettier, this or his singing, but you want to hear either and both for the rest of your life.
You grab onto his knees for some sort of support as his thrusts move quickly and ungracefullyâuntil heâs grabbing onto your hair and spilling inside your mouth.
You welcome the salty taste happily, letting your tongue touch the roof of your mouth as the bitterness takes over your senses. Before you can swallow, Seungmin grabs your chin and opens your mouth.
âLet me see, bubs,â he pants, chest heaving in the aftermath of his orgasm, âshow me how dirty I made you.â
You stick your tongue out, trying your best to keep his cum on it and not let it spill, but Seungmin clearly has other plans.
He presses his finger into your tongue, watching as the thick whiteness coating your tongue slips down your lips and onto your chest.
âSo fucking dirty,â he mumbles, gathering the cum that hasnât spilled and pushing it back into your mouth.
As if in a trance, he pushes it in deeper, gathering everything with his fingers before nodding at you slightlyâsilently telling you to swallow it now. When you stick your tongue back out thereâs nothing but spit around your mouth, and Seungmin pushes your chin down to let it spill onto your shirt, too.
âDid it help?â You ask after a few moments, the spaced out look in Seungminâs eyes still very much present. You canât ignore just how rough your voice sounds, and it sends another wave of arousal into your pussy.
âDid what help?â He blinks at you.
âThe stamina,â your voice is almost gone, âdid fucking my face help your stamina?â
Seungmin chuckles, leaning back into the couch and pulling you with him. You ignore the slight ache in your kneesâyouâre gonna have to treat some rug burns laterâand joining him on the couch as he pulls you into his arms.
âI think so,â he sighs, wiping your chin with the back of his hand, âbut now I know for a fact every time I sing that song Iâm gonna want to fuck your face again.â
You suppress the moan building up in your chest. âMaybe this time you should take me on tour, then.â
âSo I can fuck your face every night?â He challenges, eyebrows high on his face.
You nod quickly.
âYou got a fucking deal, bubs,â he laughs, leaning his head back on the pillows and letting out the most content sigh youâve heard from him all week.
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someone help me name this fic
pairing: choso kamo x reader
summary: a simple movie night with your best friend turns into something more when his older brother joins your weekly ritual
wc: 3.3k
warnings: smut, nsfw, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, yuji is asleep in the same room briefly
an: why is smut so hard to write. feel like i put in so much effort just for it to not even be good
an 2: also the "title" is not a joke. this fic has been sitting in the docs for a few days and i'm still stumped. so if anyone has suggestions the floor is all yours
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Movie night was definitely your favorite night of the week. It always involved plenty of snacks, jokes, laughter, and was just generally a great time with your best friend. There was never a boring moment as long as Yuji was around. So no matter what, you could always expect to have fun.
What you didn't expect, though, was Yujiâs older brother, Choso, joining your weekly ritual. You liked him well enough, for what little you knew about him. For as long as you've been friends with Yuji you don't think Choso has ever said more than three words to you at one time. Not that that stopped you from harboring a small crush on the older male. You rolled your eyes at yourself. Crushing on your best friendâs brother. How cliche could you get?
But fuck Choso was pretty. Like, unfairly pretty. Especially now, when he was fresh out of the shower, his hair down from its usual space buns. You also noticed that he had removed the copious amount of earrings he usually had in his ears, giving him a softer look than you were accustomed too. You watched him run his hands through his hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. You bet his hands would feel so good on your-
âY/N!â
You snapped back to reality to see Yuji looking at you expectantly. âWhat?â you asked dumbly, heat spreading across your cheeks, embarrassed that you had accidentally ignored your friend in favor of thirsting over his brother. Get a grip you thought to yourself.
But Yuji only chuckled. âRough week?â he asked.
You groaned as you dramatically flopped backward to lay on the couch, which was answer enough for Yuji. Always the optimist, he said, âMaybe next week will be better. You got this.â
âNo, I donât. This degree is eating me alive. I have not one, not two, but three exams next week!â you exclaimed, holding up three fingers for emphasis.
âYouâll be fine. You did well on your last exams and youâll do well on these too. So like I was saying, I wanted to know if you had a particular movie in mind.â
You thought about it for a moment. âNo, not really. How about we let Choso pick since itâs his first time watching with us?â
Both you and Yuji looked over at Choso, whose eyes widened at finding himself the center of attention. He hummed, trying to think if there was anything that piqued his interest before settling on a movie heâd been meaning to watch but never got around to.
âPerfect! Hey, Yn, can you pop some popcorn while I set it up?â asked Yuji.
You hummed your agreement and stood from your place on the couch, padding your way over to the kitchen. You dug in the pantry for the popcorn, finally finding the box shoved way in the back. You grabbed two of the pouches and placed one in the microwave. While that was popping, you decided to go ahead and get a large bowl for the snack.
Naturally, it was on the top shelf, which left you on your tiptoes and stretching your arm as high as you could all in vain. As if summoned by your plight, Choso walked into the kitchen to see your struggle.
âHey, Choso, could you-â
Before you could even finish asking, he placed himself right behind you, his body flush to yours as he placed a hand on your hip for stability and reached up with the other arm to grab the bowl. He handed it to you with a simple âhereâ before walking back into the living room.
You couldn't believe that just happened. Your heart was going a mile a minute and you briefly considered splashing cold water on your face to cool it down. Luckily for you, Choso remained in the living room with Yuji, allowing you to have a small meltdown in peace.Â
When you returned to the living room with popcorn in hand, you found that Yuji had made himself comfortable in the recliner, which left you with no choice but to share the couch with Choso. There was ample room on the couch for the two of you, but just being in the same room after his stunt in the kitchen felt too close, much less on the same couch.
You did your best to avoid looking at Choso, knowing your face would erupt with heat the moment you made eye contact. You placed the popcorn on the coffee table and took your seat on the opposite end of the sofa as Choso.
âEverybody ready?â asked Yuji excitedly, eager to watch a movie with two of his favorite people. When both you and his brother gave the affirmative, he started the movie. But for all of his excitement to watch it, you guess the exhaustion that comes with the end of a school week caught up to him, and he was asleep before he even made it halfway into the movie.
This left you to watch the rest of the movie alone with his brother, the man who had flustered you so terribly a mere hour ago and the one you thought about late at night. You silently cursed Yujiâs name for leaving you in this situation, even more so when the characters on screen ended up in a bedroom. You could feel Chosoâs gaze on you, and when you glanced over at him, you were right, he was looking right at you.
You furrowed your brows into a questioning gaze, silently asking him what. He shook his head and returned his attention to the screen. You followed suit, but the graphic imagery was getting to you. You shifted in your seat, feeling the stirrings of arousal that first began with Choso pressing himself against your backside. You couldn't but imagine that the couple on screen was you and Choso: how it would feel to kiss him, be held by him, be fucked by him.
Why is this scene so long? You thought to yourself, rubbing your thighs together as discreetly as you could. But not as discreetly as you should have, apparently.
âAre you cold?â asked Choso. Now, Choso knew damn well you werenât cold, but he wanted to see how far he could push you, how desperate he could make you.Â
âNo, no, Iâm fine,â you insisted.
He frowned at your response and scooted over next to you anyway, extending his blanket to cover you. You weren't so naive to think that this is a normal and friendly interaction. Especially not when Chosoâs large hand slid over your thigh and rested just below the hem of your shorts. You stiffened in your seat, and a warmth began to spread through your lower belly. âChoso,â you started, but the words caught in your throat as soon as he glanced down at you.
âYouâre so pretty, you know that?â he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His hand continued from behind your ear and migrated to cup your face, pulling you closer to him. You glanced at his lips, heart practically pounding out of your chest. Before your lips could connect, he paused. âIs this okay with you?â he whispered breathily. Heâd never forgive himself if he was making you uncomfortable with his advances.
Rather than answer, you mirrored his actions, cupping his face and pulling him closer, finally pressing your lips against his soft ones. He inhaled roughly, but melted against you as he returned the kiss. He licked the seam of your lips, urging you to let him in.Â
But it wasnât enough. Not for Choso. His hands moved to grip your hips and pull you into his lap. Now straddling him, you could feel how hard he was beneath you. You gasped into his mouth, and as soon as you did you regretted it. Choso pulled away from you, his dark eyes boring into yours. âYou have to be quiet, pretty girl. You wouldn't want Yuji to wake up and see us, would you?â
You shook your head, eyes wide and pleading for him to keep going. He mockingly pouted at you, but it morphed into a patronizing grin, a wicked idea forming in his mind. He leaned in and licked a stripe from the base of your neck all the way to just below your ear. You shivered in his grasp, and he chuckled, the deep sound reverberating through his chest. He blew on the wet stripe, pleased at the way your body reacted so deliciously to the stimulation, your hands balling the fabric of his shirt into fists. But you stayed quiet. He hummed. âGood girl. Letâs go somewhere you can be a little louder. What dâya say? I want to hear all those pretty sounds.â
You nodded fervently, not trusting your voice at the moment for fear that youâd disturb Yuji. Choso tutted at you, and nipped at your earlobe. The sudden sharp pain caused you to wince, but it was quickly forgotten as Choso placed feather-light kisses along your jawline before returning where he started, his soft voice tickling the shell of your ear. âCome on, baby, use your words. I need to hear you say it. Need to hear you say you want me to fuck you.â
You were about to assert that yes, you wanted this, wanted him, but you hesitated, wondering what Yuji would think if he ever found out.
He could see the indecision in your eyes, that you were unsure if you truly wanted to continue this or not. He pulled away from you, terrified that he had overstepped and you were just too scared to stop him. âIf you donât want this-â
âNo!â you cut him off. âI do. I really want this. Iâm just worried about what Yuji will think when or if he finds out and mmH-â Choso smashed his lips against yours, effectively silencing every racing thought as all you could focus on was the way his tongue intertwined with yours and how good his hands felt as they smoothed up and down your waist.
He reluctantly pulled away before he completely lost himself to bliss. âGod, you're just too perfect.â His eyes scanned up and down your heaving body, which was tense with anticipation. All it took was the soft âpleaseâ falling from your kiss-swollen lips to have Choso groaning, all of his restraint crumbling within him. Your hips gyrating over his was just the nail in his coffin. He slid his hands from where they rested on your hips down your thighs, smoothly lifting you up with him as he stood from the couch. From over his shoulder you could see your best friend still sleeping peacefully in the recliner, none the wiser that the relationship between his best friend and older brother was about to be forever changed.
A pang of guilt went through you, but was smothered by the overwhelming lust and attraction you had been harboring for Choso since the first moment you saw him. What Yuji didnât know wouldn't kill him, right?
You lost sight of Yuji as Choso entered his room, using his foot to softly close the door behind him. He approached the bed and placed you atop it gently, reverently even. Seeing his face hovering above yours, having him between your legs, it felt unreal. You never even entertained the thought that your fantasies would become a reality, but now they were and it was so much better than you could have ever dreamed.
In the privacy of his room and without worrying that his brother would wake any second, Choso became bolder. He was seemingly unable to decide where to place his hands now that he finally had you under him. You wrapped your hands around his wrists and guided his hands to your chest, prompting him to cup your breasts. He got the message loud and clear, giving them each a soft squeeze. He trailed his hands down to the hem of your shirt and slid his hands under the material, pulling it above your head and tossing it to the floor of his bedroom. He returned his hands to your covered breasts, kneading them through your bra before he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it down.
He let out a shaky breath, entranced by the vision you made beneath him, the very picture of beauty and femininity. You watched him as he drank in the sight, resisting the urge to pull him where you wanted him. Unable to resist any longer himself, Choso lowered his face to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and tweaking the other between two fingers. You gasped as he suckled at the tender flesh, and your hand flew to the back of head, winding your fingers in his dark hair. He released your nipple with a pop, and tilted his head up to see you already looking at him. âDonât stop,â you whined, already missing the warmth of his mouth on your body.
âDonât worry, I'm not stopping til we both feel good.â As he said that, he switched sides and continued his ministrations, dragging his free hand down to the hem of your shorts. âLetâs get these off, yeah?â You lifted your hips to aid in his efforts, and they soon joined your shirt on the floor.
Choso placed his hands on the outside of your thighs, using the thumb of one hand to toy with your clit through your panties. You moaned at his touch, his name slipping from your lips. The sweet sound of your voice was music to Chosoâs ears, and he was determined to hear as much of it as possible. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing every gasp and moan, his lithe fingers bringing you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible. All too soon, he removed his hand, but you quickly realized he was true to his word and far from done as he slid his hand beneath your panties.
He chuckled against your lips, âYou're so wet and I've barely done anything.â
You turned your face to the side, using one hand to cover the blush spreading across your features. As endearing as your bashfulness was, Choso wanted you to be as comfortable with him as possible. He took your wrist in his hand and pulled it from your face, instead placing it atop the painfully throbbing bulge in his pants. âYou donât need to be shy with me. I want you just as bad, if not more. Wanted you since the moment Yuji first brought you home.â
âReally?â you asked, wondering if both of you had been ignoring your feelings for each other all this time.
He nodded. âReally. Still remember the first time I saw you. You were wearing that cute little skirt with the laces in the back, and all I could think about was what it would be like to fuck you in it. Youâll have to wear it for me next time, hm?â
Next time.
âOnly if you put in your piercings.â
He laughed at that. âWhatever you want, princess.â
You were both there gazing at each other like fools, the distance slowly but surely closing between you. The kiss was searing, and you were abruptly reminded of the need you felt as Choso made quick work of your bra and panties, leaving you bare beneath him, despite the fact that he was fully clothed. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks that Yuji would surely see tomorrow morning, and dragged two of his fingers through your folds, gathering slick with his fingers before pushing in. You moaned at the intrusion, your walls clamping down tightly on his fingers. You could feel Choso grin against your throat as he curled his fingers into you, pulling them in and out slowly. Your gasps and moans increased in both tempo and volume until he removed his fingers altogether.
Your protests died in your throat as you saw Choso prop himself on his knees as he removed his shirt, revealing the toned body you had no idea he was hiding beneath his usually baggy tees. He removed his sweats and boxers next, his stiff cock slapping against his stomach. He resumed his position between your legs and stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
He pushed in slowly and you would have screamed from the pleasure of him stretching you out if it wasn't for the hand that swiftly covered your mouth. âI know, baby, I know, but you canât be too loud.â
He continued to push into you, and every time you thought you had taken all of him there was more. Just when you were sure you couldn't possibly take any more, you felt his balls press firmly against your ass. You were so full, more than you ever had been in your life.
Choso sighed as he filled you completely, the velvety softness of your walls sucking him in greedily. âOh God you feel too good,â he whispered, the words strangled as he struggled to keep himself still, giving you time to adjust to his size. He watched the way your chest heaved up and down with every labored breath, the way your eyes were glazing over in ecstasy, and the way your sweet cunt fluttered around his cock.
He couldn't take it anymore when you thrust your own hips upwards, the involuntary movement all it took to snap Chosoâs composure. He pulled out almost completely, before sinking back in a single thrust. The way your cunt swallowed him so eagerly had him on cloud nine. How had he gone for so long without knowing the bliss that was being inside you.
His cock continued to drill in and out of you, his grunts of pleasure mixing with your moans. The delicious sounds you made spurred him on, and he quickened his movements. He no longer cared if Yuji heard. Let him. Let him know how good Choso made you feel. You were his best friend, but as of now you were also Chosoâs girl.
You felt yourself going stupid with the pleasure of having him inside you, his name the only word you were capable of saying. He knew you were close, and he wanted more than anything to feel you clench around him as he brought you to the height of pleasure. He brought his hand down to rub circles against your clit, doing his damndest to make this the best youâve ever had. âCâmon, baby, cum for me. You can do it. Cum around my cock, show me how good I make you feel.â
Those words were all it took to have you falling over the edge, pussy clenching tightly around Choso, whose own orgasm was triggered by yours. He moaned loudly, feeling too good to worry about volume. He continued to thrust into you as you each rode out your highs, his cum leaking out around him with every push into your used hole.
As soon as the waves of pleasure died out, pulled out and collapsed on top of you. Your pants mixed together as he lay with his head on your chest. You brought your hand up to card your fingers through his hair, and he hummed at your soft touch.
You continued to do so until he propped himself up on his elbows, his face mere inches from yours. âWould you go on a date with me?â he asked nervously.
A broad smile spread across your face, ecstatic that he wanted more from you than just sex. âIâd love to.â
A smile of his own mirrored yours as he surged forward to capture your lips with his own, the happiness exuding from him almost palpable. When he broke the kiss, he rolled off of you and onto his side, pulling you into his chest as he did so. With Chosoâs arms wrapped securely around you, you both drifted off in the comfort of each otherâs presence, unaware that it was the exact position a younger brother incapable of knocking would find you in in the morning.
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the more well-known the agency confronting you is, the less trouble you're usually in. like if it's the cops at your door, it could just be a noise complaint. FBI might just be there for tweets. obviously, still bad, but... here, a comparison. if you have a run in with the CIA you're probably in trouble, but if you have a run in with the Office of Naval Intelligence then you've definitely fucked up. did you know the USPS has its own investigative force? and you might be thinking like, oh, as in some dudes in baby blue button-ups who search for missing mail - but no, these are uniformed, armed federal agents with all the authority that entails. they've got squad cars and such. and, like, these guys are serious. back in the late '80s to the early '90s, when electronic mail sorting first started to be rolled out, there were consistent issues with the machines having trouble scanning letters. it wasn't a super common problem, but it happened a lot, in multiple states. anyway, the USPS eventually realised two things - first, that the problems persisted even after the machines themselves were replaced (at great expense); and second, that they were really limited to michigan and some surrounding states, with only rare occurrences elsewhere which might be unrelated. anyway, that was enough to get the United States Postal Inspection Service to take interest. if somebody was sending dangerous materials though the mail which were messing with the scanning machines, it was probably endangering postal workers too. this was pre-9/11, so the idea it was terrorism wasn't taken too seriously, and the investigation didn't get much support. anyway, it takes months of waiting for machines to break down, cataloguing the mail they'd been handling, cross-referencing it, etc, to narrow down the source of the mail to somewhere south of detroit. kinda goes cold for a while, since the mail's scanned in big batches and finding the common link takes a *lot* of data and work. anyway it's like october '91 now and they think they've finally got it. they've found a specific batch that's tripping the machines up, and they're going over it with a fine-tooth comb when an agent's pager starts freaking out. after experimenting, they realise that whatever's fucked with the scanning machines has also fucked with the pager, and they realise it might be putting out radiation. biiig 'oh shit' moment. they isolate the whole batch and get a big medical checkup, but they're alright. geiger counter picks up nothing. what they *do* find, however, is that there are like 60 letters in there that are each putting out small amounts of non-ionising EM radiation. so, basically safe to handle, but together they're enough to flip some bits in the janky '80s tech they've got and cause occasional scanning errors. and, get this, they're all from the same address. they track this place down, and it's this guy running a sort of bird sanctuary in his backyard. he's australian, and sells like, courses for avoiding getting attacked by birds - and he spends a lot of time hanging around these birds, right? so they take the guy in for questioning, and they literally can't even have recording equipment on the table with him without it glitching, he's almost cooking popcorn here. they question him, and he tells them about his business, how he like, teaches people specific hand gestures to scare away birds and whatever, and they start grilling him on whether he's been exposed to any chemicals or anything, because of the letters. and the guy, when he hears about the letters, suddenly goes like 'ohhh', and explains. cus he gives people grades on their performance and sends them a handmade certificate after they complete the course, right? so they're like 'why the fuck are your letters irradiated' and he just tells them 'Thats My Crow Wave Gradiation'
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to go w ur recent rafe post..top and kelce meeting rafes gf for the first time n sheâs so sickly sweet theyâre confused on how sheâs able to date rafe, has a big mouth too and LOVES to talk them. theyâre too scared of rafe to completely hold the convo but they try to mumble things here and there bc if they upset her they upset rafe !!
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overprotective!rafe x fem!reader imagine
trigger warnings : fem!reader , explicit language , drinking , mentions of drugs & alcohol , kinda âgirlyâ reader , fluff , rafe overthinking? , oblivious reader , over protective rafe , topper and kelce being absolutely AWFUL liars/actors , reader is friends with sarah , ward is mentioned (đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Ž)
summary : topper and kelce are tired of rafes new girlfriend stealing the spotlight, so they invite her to boys night to see why sheâs so special.
authors note : THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !! i love this idea, i hope i did it justice :). feel free to drop more requests my way ppl, i write for other obx characters too !! also lmk if i missed any warnings please.
english is not my first language, forgive me
BRIEFLY proofread
rafe, kelce, and topper had a planned âboys nightâ. theyâd hangout almost everyday, but on these planned nights, probably once or twice a month, theyâd have a more âextraâ hangout. theyâd go to tanneyhill (or one of the other boys houses), and watch sports or movies on huge screens with overloads of snacks and alcohol (and probably drugs too), and just hang out.
when rafe first announced to them he had gotten a girlfriend, they werenât shocked. rafe had gotten himself many âgirlfriendsâ over the time theyâd known him, but most of them lasted no more than a few weeks. theyâd put on their usual show of being mad, all the âyou better not abandon us because youâre pussy whippedâ shit, never expecting it to actually become a problem.
but, it actually did this time. you two had been dating for almost 2 months now, not a super long time but definitely longer than his past relationships. he would easily skimp out on plans with the boys, saying you wanted him to come over or the two of you had plans. and it wasnât just you orchestrating everything, they noticed how rafe was starting to initiate plans with you too, saying he was leaving to go surprise you after you got off work etc. right in the middle of hanging out with them. they were fine with it at first, but now it was getting a little annoying.
so, they told rafe to invite you to boys night. it was scheduled to be at tanneyhill this time, so they figured when you got bored youâd leave rafe with them and go to hang out with sarah or something. it wasnât thought out very much beyond that, but they knew you were friends with sarah, and because it was scheduled at rafes house, they didnât figure he could escape it.
he argued at first, saying you probably werenât going to want to go, and you might be busy that night, but after they convinced him to ask you, and you said yes, all plans were a go.
you were excited, honestly. you had picked out your outfit the day before (even though it was just a hangout with your boyfriends friends, and your outfit was just a casual dress). rafe barely let you wear that, insisting you were going to be uncomfortable, and that it was just a hangout. but you wanted to make a good first impression (plus youâd take any excuse to play dress up). you got dolled up a little, threw some jewelry on, and the two of you headed over to tanney hill.
you two walked down into the cameronâs tv hangout area. it wasnât their main living room, it was in the basement and it was more of an âindoor movie theaterâ vibe. it had a long black leather sectional, a few bean bag chairs, and a large wooden coffee table. it was filled with snacks; chips, nachos, charcuterie board (the kind they sell at the store), popcorn, candy, etc. off to the side of the room you could see a mini fridge, which kelce and topper were standing near, assumingly âgetting the party startedâ, as there was most likely not water in that fridge.
when you hit the bottom step and they locked eyes with you, their jaws almost comedically dropped. you waved at them excitedly, your face lighting up, and rafe just smiled at them, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
you practically ran over to them, and their faces remained shocked.
âhi! itâs so nice to finally meet you guys!! rafe has told me sooo much.â you blabbered out, following that by introducing yourself. you were twitchy, not in a nervous way, but in a âbarely containing your excitementâ way. you shifted your weight from foot to foot and topper genuinely thought you wouldâve started jumping up and down if you got any more excited. your loose curls bounced as you moved, and the bottom of your dress swayed.
âhey..â they were still at a loss for words, even more stunned at your energy than your looks. but their minds quickly came back to them when rafe wandered over, practically shoving them out of the way and bending down to grab a drink out of the fridge. they looked at him as he stood back up and rafe just smiled at them again, but it wasnât a good smile, rafes never were. it was a threatening one.
little did they know how much rafe dreaded this. rafe barely let you come in the first place. you had agreed to it over text, but the second he got to talk to you face to face he pleaded for you to pull out of the plans. rafe was still stunned how he managed to keep a girl like you for this long; you were practically a princess, you were overly sweet, outgoing, girly, you had straight aâs, and you were so sickly innocent too. you were pretty much the exact opposite of rafe. and he tried his best to hide that fact, especially after he realized you were sticking around.
he stopped going to parties (for the most part) unless there was an extremely necessary reason for him to go. he spent as much time with you as he could. heâd pamper you; buying you gifts, surprising you at work, driving you everywhere you wanted to go, taking you out for expensive and romantic dinners, etc. he was committed to making this work. he knew you didnât care, he knew that youâd love him no matter what, but he felt the need to upkeep a pristine image for you. and thatâs where the boys came in. normally heâd flaunt his new girl, bring her to all the parties he went to, show her off, brag about her. but he wanted to keep you all to himself. he thought topper and kelce were âtoo rowdyâ, and too much for you in general, so he kept his friends and you separate. he only ever talked about them, never showed you them. till now, of course.
you stood there, biting your lip in anticipation, still waiting for them to say literally anything other than hey. when rafe shot them another look, they did. he wanted them to atleast say something. rafe knew you had been anticipating meeting his friends, and he knew how excited you were to talk to them. heâd entertain it for a minute or so, because the boys blowing you off or being dicks to you would probably piss him off even more than them overly talking to you.
âoh uh, iâm topper and this is kelce.â topper let out, clearly holding his breath a little. they both swallowed thickly, sharing each other glances, not knowing what to do next. thankfully, rafe seemed to have more than enough of you three interacting at that point, and tugged you over to the couch with him.
âsorry, iâll be right back.â you apologetically laughed before turning and letting rafe tug you the rest of the way back to the couch.
rafe put a protective hand on your ass as you walked, sharing the boys a glance, and they very quickly turned to face the wall, muttering many renditions of âwhat the fuck dudeâ and âwhat are we supposed to doâs under their breaths.
rafe tucked you into the corner of the couch, pulling a throw blanket off the back and gently covering you with it along with putting a few pillows around you.
âyou comfy?â he mumbled, and you barely heard him with how much he was grimacing.
âyea baby thank you, but i wasnât done talkin-â
âno, you were done.â he met your eyes, and before a frown could form on your mouth, he quickly added;
âyou can talk to âem more later. aight?â and that was it.
rafe eventually got comfy beside you, only after getting you any snack or beverage you wanted from the assortment of options. kelce and topper settled too, sitting very far away from you both in the two bean bag chairs. if rafe hadnât completely blocked your sight of them, you wouldâve definitely thought they didnât like you or something.
the movie they had decided on (some random comedy) came and went. it was only a few minutes before the end when rafes phone started to buzz in his pocket. he ignored it for the first few buzzes, but when he realized they werenât giving up, he pulled it out. it was ward.
âhey baby, iâm so sorry, i gotta take this, you can stand upstairs and wait for me it really shouldnât be long i-â
âyouâre totally fine rafe, go ahead babe. iâm good here.â you quickly reassured, smiling at him. and he quickly ran up and out of the basement, not before shooting a lethal look towards kelce and topper.
the movie ended soon after, and you were left with the awkward playing of the credits song. after a few uncomfortable minutes, you stood up and decided to take actions into your own hands, seeing they werenât going to talk to you.
you wandered over to topper and kelce, who quickly looked away from you as soon as you started towards them. kelce struggled to pull his phone out of his shorts pocket, which proved to be more difficult than he had expected, so he quickly switched to awkwardly holding his hands together in his lap. topper on the other hand was making it painfully obvious he was trying to look at you, practically breaking his kneck to look in the opposite direction.
âhey guys!â you smiled at them, sweet as ever, holding you hands behind your back. âso, tell me about yourselves! i mean ive heard soooo much from rafe, but like, tell me from your perspectives ya know? i heard you two like golf, my dad actually-â
âyou know.. we actually gotta go.. for a smoke break!â kelce interrupted before you could get too much of a conversation started.
âoh shit yea! we reeeeally gotta go for a smoke break.â topper said as he snapped his head towards kelce, instantly relieved that he came up with an out.
âbut i-â
âwe are really sooooo sorry.â topper sarcastically reassured, smiling at you as the two of them practically threw themselves out of their seats, walking backwards in the direction of the stairs, tripping over each other a little on the way there.
âyea we are sososososo sorry.â kelce added, hoping to be convincing enough.
âoh, okay! can i come-â
âyou should really go check on rafe actually! heâs been gone for a whiiiile now.. i sure hope heâs okayâŚâ topper added, over exaggerating to hopefully get your attention elsewhere. rafe hadnât even been gone for 10 minutes. you looked down at your feet as you over thought the idea, and when you looked back up to thank them for reminding you, they were long gone.
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The Remote
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
You and Natasha argue over the tv remote. Yelena and the kids listen in
Note: Enjoy this soft mama Nat! Hope everyone in cold areas is staying warm this week. Itâs quite chilly out. Happy reading!
Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist
âNatasha!â You scold your wife as the tv screen goes dark.
âI didnât do anything!â Nat shouts.
âOkay sure, so the tv just turned itself off. You always come in here and change the channel or turn it off,â you say with a huff of annoyance.
âI do not,â Natasha says seriously. âDonât accuse me of something I donât do.â
âYou do too.â
âBaby, I really donât,â Nat says.
âBaby, you really do,â you wonât relent. But the whole thing is kind of becoming comical.
Outside the bedroom door, your kids and Yelena are eavesdropping.
âShould we really be listening?â Aliâs conscious kicks in.
âYes, yes. Itâs fine, malyshka. We need popcorn,â Yelena says.
âIâll go make some!â Belle says happily before trotting off. Jack follows after her, knowing sheâll need some help.
Inside you and Nat are still bickering.
âThe other night I was two hours in a show when you changed it, Nat! Two hours!â You say.
âYour eyes were closed, sweetheart. You werenât watching it,â Nat argues.
âThatâs-â
âHm?â
âFine,â you say, crossing your arms. âIâm going to hide your remote.â
âWhy do we even have two remotes?â Natasha asks.
âI donât know,â you reply.
âI think the kids are awake. Iâll go check on them,â Nat says, changing the subject.
Nat gets up from the bed and walks to open the door. When she does, sheâs met with the entire family running away from the door.
âWere you all eavesdropping?â Natasha asks.
âNo,â Yelena says too quickly.
You get out of bed and join Nat at the door. The kids look guilty.
âNo, Mama. We were just um-â Ivan tries but Nat cuts him off.
âDonât lie to me,â she says. âI will take away that PlayStation.â
âOkay, yes we were listening in,â Ivan admits.
âYelena!â Nat scolds her sister.
âWhy me? We were all doing it,â Yelena says.
âRight. And who told everyone that we were in here arguing?â Nat asks.
The answer comes in the form of Belle waltzing up the stairs with popcorn in her hands. She stops briefly at the sight of you and Nat, but then carries on to Yelena.
âI made the popcorn, Auntie Yelena! Jackie helped,â Belle says proudly.
âPopcorn, really Yel?â You ask.
âDo you want some, Mommy?â Belle asks you.
âNo thank you, baby,â you reply. Her sweet regard makes you forget youâre upset the family was eavesdropping.
Natasha takes the bowl from Belle and hands it to Ali. She picks the little girl up into her arms.
âWere you and Mommy arguing?â Belle asks Nat. She plays with Natâs shirt collar.
âNot really,â Nat replies. âWe were just being silly. Right Mommy?â
âThatâs right,â you agree. âSo I think everyone can go to bed now.â
âBut we have popcorn to eat,â Ali says. âMovie night?â
âOn a school night? I donât think so,â you say.
âPlease?â Belle asks.
âPrincess, itâs already late. You need sleep,â you tell her. She frowns and buries her face into Natâs neck.
âOne quick show then maybe?â Nat suggests.
âOkay. Everyone come pile in,â you say. âEven you Yelena.â
The girl smiles and follows the rest of the family into your bedroom. Natasha hands you both remotes and you canât help but smile.
âIâm sorry for yelling. Even though Iâm right,â you tell her once youâve got a show on thatâs keeping the family interested.
âYeah yeah, I know. Happy wife, happy life,â Natasha jokes. âIâm willing to give up my remote if it makes you happy. I love you.â
âIt really does. And I love you too,â you say.
You kiss her lips gently and snuggle further into bed with your happy family. Life with Natasha is just perfect.
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Welcome back, Sara!!! For a fluffy Mike idea, maybe just a cozy rainy day spent at home with Mike and Abby? Like watching movies with cups of hot cocoa under a mountain of blankets, and all that jazz
Hi Logan âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸ thanks for sending this in. Iâm always afraid of writing fluff fics bc like everyone wants the smut, but itâs reassuring to have this put in lol
itâs a sunday and mike just so happens to have the day off. heâs been working long and hard hours and you convinced him to take the day off. you and abby are so excited; you two planned the whole day from the moment you woke up to the time it was time for abby to sleep. unfortunately, itâs rainy and a sudden wind chill swept through. none of you need to get sick and mike didnât want to make making abby carry an umbrella, so you make the quick decision to stay in. abbyâs a little disappointed, but you try to make up for it.
the first thing you and mike do in the morning is make a fort with abby. and not just a little four corners fort. no, she makes you cover the entire living room with blankets. even the tv was included! you and mike are dragged into some play-pretend games. for a lot of them mikeâs forced to play some sort of villan.
âwhy canât i play the hero, abby?â mike frowns. âbecause thatâs her job!â abby points to you.
mike gives you a look and you shrug. âabbyâs the director here. cant fight with the boss.â
mike rolls his eyes, wanting to get out of the humid blankets and sleep, but he knows how happy this makes abby. and even though abby is making him play the bad guy, he knows she means it out of love and he also loves getting to spend as much time with abby as he can. watching you act is pretty cute as well.
once abby gets bored of playing in her fort â which is like 3 hours later â she decides she wants to watch a movie.
âletâs clean up first, yeah?â mike suggests. âno! letâs keep the fort up to watch the movie!â abby says.
âabby, no. we had our fun with the fort. itâs time to turn the house back to normal,â mike says. âplease say we can keep the fort up!â abby pouts as she looks up at you.
mike gives you a warning look, but you canât say no to abby. âletâs just keep the fort up for the movie, yeah?â
abby squeals and wiggles back into the fort. mike glares at you. âsheâs never going to want to take it down.â
âshe will when itâs time for bed, which is hours away.â you step closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder. âhow about i pop some popcorn â the real stuff on the stove â and i make us some hot coca, okay?â
well, who was mike to turn down stove-popped popcorn and hot cocoa. he felt like a little kid again. it doesnât help that you and abbyâs pouty faces were ganging up on him. he sighs in defeat and nods, crossing his arms around his chest.
âfine, but after the movie, we will clean all this up, okay?â
âof course,â you nod. you turn to abby who is lit up with excitement. âcan i pick the movie?â
âyep! do you want any popcorn?â you ask her. âyes. can you put m&ms in mine?â she asks. âyou got it, babe,â you answer.
you three settle in the fort, abby laying on her stomach right in front of the tv. she chose âLady and The Trampâ, which was one of her more enjoyable movie choices.
âmike, youâre kind of like the tramp,â abby comments, popping a handful of popcorn and m&ms into her mouth.
you begin to laugh but cover it up with a cough when mike shoots you a glare. âabby, thatâs not very nice.â
âhe knows itâs true,â she says, kicking her feet up and dangling them in the air. âAnd youâre like Lady.â
you glance at mike, a small smile on your face. you lean into him, your nose brushing against the scruff on his cheek. âi think what sheâs trying to say is that we are perfect for each other.â
the tips of his ears turn pink. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in so your head rests on his shoulder. âshe couldâve said it differently, though.â
you giggle, ânah, i think itâs accurate.â he rolls his eyes, but thereâs no denying the smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.
mike ends up falling asleep towards the end of the movie. his head rests on your chest, both arms around your waist to hold you close. your hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp while the credits roll.
âwhy is he so tired all the time?â abby pouts. âhe works a lot,â you say. âbut iâm sure heâll wake up soon. why donât you help me clean the fort up?â
âdo i have to?â abby frowns. âi think mike would appreciate that,â you say.
âugh, fine. but only if we can have pancakes for dinner.â
you grin and nod, âyou got it.â
mike wakes up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. he twists and turns on the floor, the sizzle of bacon him bringing him into consciousness. he begins to open his eyes, his back beginning to ache from sleeping on the floor. he hears some giggling coming from the kitchen, sitting himself up on his elbow and peering over the couch. youâre at the stove, a spatula in your hand. abbyâs sitting at the table, crayons littering the wood.
âlook whoâs up!â you exclaim. mike groans softly as he sits up, using the couch as a crutch to stand up. âiâm sorry i fell asleep. between the rain and the pillows ââ
âshush,â you cut him off. he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his fingers tracing sliver of skin on the small of your back thatâs exposed. âi ruined our day.â
âno, you didnât. right, abs?â you turn to her. âyou did snore a lot, but you didnât,â she says. you smile at mike, âsee? all is well.â
âsmells good.â he mumbles as he wraps both arms around your waist, placing his chin onto your shoulder.
âme or the food?â you glance at him with a teasing smile. he takes a not-so-nonchalant inhale of your skin. âboth,â he answers.
âew!â abby grimaces behind you two. you and mike both laugh and he presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. he brings some plates and silverware out, sitting across from abby and waiting for the food.
mike stares as you two discuss abbyâs drawing. he canât wipe the smiles off of his face. his life was never perfect and he knew it was never going to be, but if he could just keep this â keep you two â he would then be able to call it perfect.
âmike,â abby says with a little pout. âwhatâs up?â he asks.
âdo you have to go back to work tomorrow?â she asks. âi do, but you also have to go back to school,â he states.
âi donât want to,â she says. mike sighs, the calmness from his body fleeting. âyou donât have a choice, abby. iâm sorry.â
âi⌠i just mean⌠i want this day to last forever.â
his eyes widen and glance up at you. youâre rubbing her back soothingly, giving him an encouraging smile.
âmaybe we can do something special for dinner again tomorrow,â you suggest. âwe can watch a movie and even eat dinner on the couch.â
abbyâs face lights up and she nods. âokay! can i pick the movie again?â
âonly if you donât compare me to a dog again,â mike says. abby giggles and puts a forkful of pancakes in her mouth before speaking again. âweâll see,â she quips.
mike looks back at you, placing his hand inside of yours on the table. your feet slides up his calf, your eyes soft as you look over his face. his heart warms and for the first time in a while, he feels at peace.
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I have an idea for the next part in teenagers:
Miles and Gwen and Hobie and reader go on a double date/just hangout. Reader tells them about everything that happened with Miguel. Later when theyâre hanging out at reader/Miguels place, Miguel gets a little lighter on all the rules for you all (door still stays open though)
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âYeah, and the file said she was dangerous, how can this cute little thing be dangerous?â Hobie said, ruffling your hair as you explained what happened to you and Miguel, because they noticed it was a little awkward.
âIf anything sheâs the least dangerous person here.â Gwen laughed, and pointed a fork at you.
You rolled you eyes. âOkay, okay, fuck all of you.â
âEven me?â Hobie gasped and feigned offense.
âNo.â You kissed his cheek, and miles and Gwen both rolled their eyes at you guys.
Hobie laughed as he saw their faces.
âAnyways, you all cominâ with?â Hobie asked.
âYeah.â Miles and Gwen said at the same time.
Then you guys went into an alley, and hopped into the portal.
âHey, Mr. OâHara.â Gwen said when she saw him on the couch.
âHi.. you didnât tell me they were coming.â He looked at you.
âRight.. sorry. I didnât kn-â
âItâs fine. Just donât forget to leave the door open.â He said.
âWe wonât. See you.â You said.
Heâs been quiet ever since you both fought. Heâs let you do whatever, and you didnât mind.
âHey, once theyâre gone, we need to talk.â He looked at you before you entered the room. He was done with the secrets.
âAlright..â you said, a little confused, he just avoided your gaze and looked back at the TV.
You all talked and hung out for a while, throwing popcorn and pillows at each other.
âAlright, Iâll see you guys.â You said to miles and Gwen, as they both opened portals.
âBye, thank you for today. It was fun.â
âYeah.â Miles agreed, and they both left so it was now just you and Hobie.
Miguel walked in the room, looking at Hobie.
âShould I go orâŚâ
âYou can stay. I think you should hear this.â
You looked at Miguel confused, as you went on your bed.
Hobie looked at Miguel then you, then Miguel again.
âSo, you read the whole thing right?â
âNot the whole things.. just the part about how I was taken by you, and how I was dangerous and had to be watched.â
âDo you know why your dangerous?â
ââŚno.â
Hobie leaned back, interested.
Miguel sighed. âI didnât wanna tell you this, but, you remember how I told you about the doctor strange guy from earth 19999?â
âYeah.. why..?â
âBasically, when you were younger, you had powers, nobody thought you could control them, until he came by, and hid them away. In this file, it tells you exactly what powers.â He handed you it.
Type: Superhuman individual.
Sex: Female.
Parents: Unknown, it is believed that a parent dropped her off on earth 712 for someone else to pick her up, to which they never did.
Potential parent/s: Pietro Maximoff because of their similar powers, Stephen Strange
Guardian: Miguel OâHara.
Age: 4 years old.
Powers/abilities: Superspeed (Estimated to be about as fast as quicksilver from earth 616). The ability to change time, she does not know how to control it.
âThe fuck..? Youâre joking.â You looked up at Miguel.
âI wish. You were a pain in the ass when we tried to catch you, always running away. And accidentally turning back the time over and over. Dr strange had to step in.. and hide them.â
âWell, I want no part in whatever the fuck that isâŚâ you threw the file at him.
Hobie just stared in amusement.
âDonât know why but that makes you even hotter.â Hobie mumbled.
âWhat?â
âWell, I just wanted you to know⌠you donât have to.â Miguel shrugged, picking up the file.
âGoodnight, Miguel. Thank you..â
âNo problem.â He said, smiling softly, before leaving.
âWell, look at my girl, youâre more powerful than me.â
âWas I not before?â
He snickered âDefinitely not.â
âHey! I could be totally scary!â You hit his chest.
âYou punch like a baby.â He yawned.
You huffed and rolled your eyes.
âLove you though.â He laughed, and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled and laughed as he started to tickle you.
âStop! Stop! Hobie!â
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SECRET'S OUT (part two)
read part one here
đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : chris x reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: nateâs still upset about what happened, but he has to get over it eventually.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: FLUFF, thatâs it :)
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đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đ§đ¨đđ: part two yay!
no beatings took place, thank god.
currently, youâre awkwardly eating lunch at the dining table with nate. itâs been a few days and he has said some words here and there, but he can barely look you in the eyes.
which is understandable, because walking in on your best friend balls deep in your little sister was not a fun sight to see. âhow long has it been going on?â he asks out of the blue.
you look up from your plate, seeing him twirl the pasta on his fork. âtwo months.â
his body tenses, but he nods. âso you guys are just hooking up? no feelings?â
âno,â you say truthfully. that causes nate to finally look up at you, gaining his attention. âwe want to start moving along in the relationship phase.â
heâs quiet. you feel bad, but you want to communicate to make amends. itâs silly to have a grudge like this. âyou like him.â he doesnât ask, he says it as a fact.
âi do.â
âdoes he like you?â
âi sure hope so.â you laugh, trying to brighten the mood. âheâs taking me on an official date tonight to the movies, then heâs coming here.â
âcool.â he sighs. you frown at his dryness, but he notices instantly. âi just donât want to see you get hurt.â
âyou know him better than me, nate. tell me, do you think heâll hurt me at all?â
he shakes his head. âchris is a good best friend.â
âexactly, and youâre a good brother. at least try to talk to him, okay?â you get up from your chair to throw away the paper plate, going over to nate and giving him a hug around the shoulders.
despite the recent events, chris asked you out officially the other night. he told you that nate still hasnât spoken a word to him, and you want that to change.
âwe couldâve taken an uber. i feel bad that you have to drive.â chris says for at least the third time. you smile at him as you park the car in the cinema parking lot. âitâs fine, i promise.â you reply.
you guys walk into the theater, and get your tickets and popcorn (that chris pays for even though you told him not to.)
he has his pinky around yours as you guys walk to the assigned theater the employee tells you to go. âiâm really sorry about nate.â you blurt. âi talked to him at lunch and he seemed⌠better? i donât know.â
chris chuckles. âiâm not worried about him. heâll come around.â
the two of you enter the theater and take your seats. he takes you by surprise with a kiss on the cheek, but you blush anyway. âi swear.â he says, squeezing your hand tighter.
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tell chris i want to talk to him when he gets here
nate sent that text when you were driving, and now you and chris are staring at it as you sit in the car in the driveway. âoh boy.â chris exhales and you giggle.
you guys get out of the car and head inside, your brother sitting on the couch watching TV. he turns his head when he hears the door shut.
he pauses the TV and gets up, walking in front of chris. it feels kind of intimidating.
he clears his throat. âi give you my blessing.â
you and chris side-eye each other at the word choice, trying not to laugh. âjust donât be an asshole, and when you guys go hang out upstairs donât⌠ew. at least not when iâm in the house.â he pauses to look at your sniggering faces, but he smiles. âplease.â
nate extends his hand so chris can take it, and he does. âdeal.â chris says.
he lets you be and goes back to watching TV while you start to go upstairs.
chris looks over at you, whoâs already looking at him. âtold you heâll come around.â
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Movie Night w/ 3RACHA
pairing: polyamorous relationship with afab!reader and 3RACHA
word count: 4.2k
genre: smut, fluff
warnings: afab!reader but gender neutral terms used; polyamorous relationship; anal; oral (m and f receiving); fingering (pussy and ass); ass smacking; clit smacking; picture taken (with consent); hair pulling; pet names: baby, bunny, love; If I missed anything, please let me know!
note: This is my first writing on here. I've been daydreaming and making up stories all my life, but I'm new to writing them out. So this may be a little rough. Feedback is appreciated. This also means I'm still learning how to work tumblr, tags, lingo, etc. It's a bit of a full story with some fluffy fluff rather than just straight to smut and ending on smut.
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You had picked a horror movie to watch that night. You, Binnie, and Han liked horror movies. Bang Chan was supposed to be in the studio late to finish tracks, so you didnât have to worry about him and his aversion to scary movies.
Hyunjin was at the other dorm tonight, hanging out with the maknaes and LeeKnow.
Sitting on the couch with Changbin on one side and Jisung on the other, lights off, you were enjoying the movie. You were a quarter of the way through it when Chan came home. Han jumped at the sound of him coming in, already affected by the movie. Binnie smirked and you laughed.
âAh, man. A scary movie? Really?â Chan groaned when he saw what was on the TV.
âSorry, hyung, you werenât supposed to be home,â Han replied.
âDo you want us to change itâ you asked him.
âNooooOOooOoOOoooo!!â Changbin instantly whined. âI never get to watch horror movies with you because of him,â he pouted.
Bang Chan chuckled. âItâs fine. I just wonât pay attention to it.â He came over and lifted you off the couch and sat where you just were and plopped you down in his lap. âIâll just pay attention to you,â he said, moving your hair aside and kissing your neck.
âFine by me,â you smirked. You werenât going to complain. Your 3 favorite men all on the couch with you, just the 4 of you at their place. No other members or staff around. These moments were rare.
âAH!â Han exclaimed at a jump scare. You couldnât help but laugh. âYouâre a psycho, you know that? How can you laugh at these things?â he pouted.
âAwe, Iâm sorry, baby,â you said, running your fingers through his hair. âWould you rather I get scared and cower in your arms?â
âYes,â he said indignantly.
âYouâre cute,â you chuckled at his annoyance.
âIâm not cute,â he scowled. âIâm your protector,â he huffed.
âIâm going to get some popcorn,â Chan said, rolling his eyes at Jisung. He kissed your shoulder and smacked your ass as he lifted you up so he could stand.
âOkay, okay, protector,â you said as you sat back down. You leaned back against Han who wrapped his arm around your waist. âYou can be my big, bad protector.â You turned to kiss his cheek and he grinned.
âGood. Thatâs all I want.â He kissed the top of your head as you laid it back against his shoulder.
Changbin laid a hand on your thigh closest to him and rubbed it up and down, kneading here and there. Chan came back with his popcorn, shirt already gone like he prefers, and sat in the rotating armchair, turning it from the TV, and started scrolling through his phone. He didnât want to go to his room, he wanted to be out here with you three. But he did what he could to avoid the movie all the same.
Han was pulling you closer, kneading your hip, your tummy, occasionally your breast. He was working you up and you were sure he knew it. Every touch, every squeeze, just made your arousal grow. You squeezed your thighs together in your mini skirt. Changbin smirked, knowing why with his hand still on one of them. He grabbed your knee and pulled your leg over his lap, spreading your legs.
You pursed your lips but said nothing. You werenât going to give in to them so easily. They liked it a little bit when you made them work for it. It was hard sometimes though. It was easier to hold out and tease them when it was just one on one. Even 2 on one, although harder, was still doable. But 3 on 1? You would be putty in their hands almost instantly. You always had trouble keeping control when they all 3 teamed up on you.
The next scare in the movie was the first big scare and it had Han diving face first into your lap. You definitely laughed that time as you pet his head and ran your fingers through his hair. He wasnât moving though. You thought it must have really scared him and you cooed âoh, my poor baby.â But really he wasnât moving because he was nose first in your lap. He could smell your arousal. Your skirt had ridden up your thighs when Binnie had spread your legs, exposing your panties. It was dark, but illuminated by the TV Han could definitely see a spot on your underwear that was darker than the rest, the spot where you had soaked through your panties because of them.
Han moved his head just slightly, just enough to give him a better angle, and then you felt his tongue run across you on that wet spot.
âOh!â you exclaimed, not expecting it. Han groaned. He could taste you on that spot, he could feel the heat on his face coming from your core, he could tell just how wet you were, and he loved it.
Han moved to kneel before you on the couch.
âJi!â you laughed. âWeâre not even halfway through the movie!â
You tried to close your legs, but Changbin held on to your leg over his lap, kneading your inner thigh with both hands. âRelax, bunny. Let Hannie take care of you,â he said. You looked over at him. He kept his eyes on your face. You could tell he was enjoying this. He loved it when you got worked up in their hands. His, Hanâs, Chanâs, whichever of the 3 of them. He just loved watching your face as you moaned and panted under them, eyes rolling back into your head, hands gripping⌠whatever they could find as you came apart completely.
You looked over at Channie. He wasnât looking at his phone anymore. âGo ahead, love. How long has it been? Weâve been busy a lot lately, we havenât had any alone time together. Let him.â
You looked at Han next. His big, round eyes looking up at you from where he was on the floor. He didnât say anything, but you could tell he wanted this so much. You nodded and he grinned as he dove in, face first.
He didnât remove your panties yet. He just licked and sucked at your clit through the wet spot until all he could taste was the cotton fabric. Then he went to remove your panties, Changbin releasing your leg so he could. He left your skirt on and Bin took your leg back the moment your underwear was off.
Han licked from your core to your clit. He nipped your clit lightly, making your hips buck slightly, and inserted 2 fingers in you. He licked and sucked and nibbled your clit and finger fucked you until your back was arching off the couch and your thighs were trying to clench around his head and suffocate him. The only thing keeping his head safe was Binnieâs hold on one of your legs. You had your fingers in his hair, gripping and holding his face down while you ground up into it. âJi- fuck- Ji please-â you moaned as he hummed against your clit. He didnât let up until you had rode through your orgasm and slumped back onto the couch.
You closed your eyes, basking in the aftermath of Hanâs mouth. âNot yet, baby, my baby,â Han squeezed your thigh. âLay back against Binnie.â You did as told, head in Binnieâs lap.
Changbin smiled down at you. âSuch a good little bunny,â he caressed your cheek.
Han came back a moment later (where did he go? you thought) with condom in hand, already rolling it down his dick, clothes gone. Ah, thatâs where. You watched as he got in between your legs. He lined himself up and slowly pushed into you. You gasped at the fullness, eyes rolling back. Han groaned as he bottomed out. He didnât wait long for you to adjust, instead pulling back and slamming into you.
It really had been a long time since you had this time with any of them, one-on-one or more. Han leaned forward and kissed you. You could taste yourself on him and you leaned up to get more, pushing your tongue into his mouth. Your hand found the back of his neck and you pulled him towards you more. He had one hand on the arm of the couch, over Changbinâs lap, keeping himself upright, and the other on your thigh as he held it over his hip. He could feel his knees slipping though and had to sit back up to regain his balance. You pouted as he moved away.
Changbin chuckled at your pout. âNo worries, bunny. That just gives me access to this pretty pussy of yours,â he said as he reached over and started rubbing your clit.
âAh- fuck⌠Binnie...â
You used your elbows to lift yourself up as far as you could, trying to get closer to Changbinâs face. You wanted to make out. He knew that. But he wouldnât close the distance. âCan I help you with something?â he teased.
âRude,â you muttered, rolling your eyes.
He smacked your clit. âWhat was that?â he asked sternly.
You spoke up louder so all 3 could definitely hear you. âI said youâre rude. Now fucking kiss me Binnie,â you demanded and Han laughed.
âAh, go on Bin,â you heard Chan say. âKiss y/n. Canât you see how bad your little bunny needs it?â
You looked over at Chan. He had pulled his cock out and was stroking it slowly. He was hard, but he wasnât in a rush to get off. He was saving that for you.
You moaned at the sight of him, the feeling of Han inside you, and Changbinâs fingers as they started rubbing again. You couldnât look away from Chan. The tips of his ears and his chest were flushed as your attention was on him, but he had a cocky smirk all the same as he held your eye.
Changbin grabbed your chin and turned you to face him again. He leaned forward and closed the distance between you two finally. It was a tender kiss at first. He lightly bit your lip and your tongues crashed together softly. But as you reached another orgasm and moaned into his mouth it became more fervent. You had to break away, gasping for air.
You looked at Han and he leaned forward, kissing you like Binnie had just a moment ago. He was moaning and groaning into your mouth, his hips faltering as he came. Changbin rubbed your clit faster and applied a bit more pressure, making sure you finished through this orgasm too. Han pulled away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, panting as he came down from his own orgasm.
Changbin had stopped rubbing your clit and was now squeezing your tit through your shirt, thumb rolling over your hardened nipple. You could tell he was getting impatient for his turn. You angled your head to tenderly kiss Jisung and tap his hip, signaling him to move before-
âYah!â Changbin shouted from above you. âI want my bunny too!â He jokingly (not so jokingly) punched Han in the shoulder.
âOW!â Han shouted and you winced at how loud it was.
You heard Chan sigh from where he was. âNo shouting or hitting each other while still on or in the significant other,â Chan scolded them.
âOh, sorry my baby!â Han kissed down your neck and your chest in apology as he slowly removed himself from you. You hissed as you felt his cock slide out and you felt empty again.
âYah! Iâm so sorry bunny!â Changbin shouted as he stood up. You were forced forward as he did so and fell back on the couch after he had moved. He then grabbed your waist and forced you to stand up with him. He pulled you into a tight hug, crushing your face against him.
âChang- bin-! Canât- breathe-!â you forced out.
He eased up on his grip but only enough to lift your face to his and kiss you. He caressed your face with one hand and slid his other down to grip your ass, walking you over to the side of the couch. He turned you around to face the couch. He started teasing your shirt up as he kissed your neck.
âBunny, can I take this off,â he asked, and you nodded in answer. He pulled your shirt off and went back to leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck as he caressed and squeezed your tits. You moaned as he lightly pinched your nipples between his fingers.
You turned back around to face him and tugged his shirt over his head. You ran your fingers down his chest and over his tummy. He shivered at your touch and you smiled at him. You slid your hand further down, caressing his bulging cock over his jeans. You kissed down his chest and went to get on your knees, but he grabbed your arms and pulled you back up.
âNo, bunny. I wantâŚâ he started, hesitating. Suddenly he turned you back around and bent you forward over the arm of the couch. He flipped your skirt up and smacked your ass. âI want this pretty hole back here,â he said.
âMmm, yes please, Binnie,â you said as you wiggled your ass.
âStay still,â he commanded as he smacked your ass again. And then he was gone.
You looked over at Chan, stroking his cock, his focus still on you.
âChannie, come over here,â you pat the spot on the couch in front of you. He got up, never stopping his strokes, and came to sit where you asked him to. You leaned up from where you were still bent over and he met you halfway for a sloppy kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth.
You heard Changbin return. You looked back as he rubbed your ass. He had lube and a condom. He slid a finger into your pussy, gathering slick. He brought his finger to your asshole and started teasing it. You held your breath, waiting for the intrusion.
âRelax, love,â Chan said as he caressed your face. You looked up at him and he gave you a reassuring smile. âRemember, just relax and itâll go a lot smoother.â
Anal was new for you. Something you had only let these 3 men experience with you. And with such little time to actually do any of these acts, it had only been done a couple of times. But they were so good to you. They were gentle and coached you through it all, Channie being diligent to learn all he could to make it easiest on you.
You nodded and started taking slow, deep breaths.
âDo you still wanna do this,â Changbin asked from behind you.
âYes,â you answered.
âOkay. Just breathe,â Changbin said and he slowly pushed his finger in.
Your breath hitched from the foreign and almost painful feeling.
âBreathe, baby, breathe,â Han soothed as he came to your side. He knelt down next to Changbin and lazily rubbed your clit and fingered your pussy to ease the tension in your body. Chan rubbed soothing circles on your back and Changbin pumped his finger in and out of your hole.
You continued your breathing exercises. Slow and deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth, you coached yourself. You felt your body relax and Changbin did too.
âReady for another,â he asked.
You took a few more breathes and nodded.
âY/nâs ready,â Chan told Changbin.
âOkay. Here we go,â he said as he pushed a second finger in, letting you adjust for a moment before moving in and out of you again.
This addition went in much easier. You were starting to whine from Hanâs fingers and you rock your hips forward, trying to get more. Changbin smacked your ass in response.
âYah! Stay still! I still have to get a third finger in you before you can take me,â he scolded.
âWell, then, hurry please! Iâm ready for a third finger,â you wiggled your ass back towards him. The feelings had moved past somewhat painful and uncomfortable to more pleasurable. He squeezed your ass cheek with his free hand in response.
âOkay, bunny, okay. Here.â And with that you were stuffed with 3 fingers. You moaned as the 3rd one went in.
âMore, Binnie. I need mooorre,â you moaned.
âMore? You canât take any more. I barely got these 3 in,â he teased.
âBin- ooohh,â your own moaning cut you off as fingers pumped in and out of your pussy and your asshole at a faster pace. âBinniiieee!â you whined. âYour cock, I need your cock!â
âMy cock? Is that what my bunny needs?â he teased.
âYes! Please, Binnie baby?â
âWell, since my bunny asked so sweetly.â You felt him remove his fingers and then felt his tip press against you.
âJust remember to breathe, love,â Chan said as Changbin pushed his thick cock into your ass.
Your breath hitched again. He was a bit bigger than 3 fingers and there was a sting. He stopped moving to let you adjust.
âYou okay, bunny?â Changbin asked, always concerned for you.
You waited a moment before answering, waiting until the sting had passed. âYes, Binnie, Iâm okay. Continue please.â
He slowly pushed more of himself in until he bottomed out. You moaned as he drew back and pushed in again. Han moved his fingers in time with Changbin.
âFuck,â you heard Chan say and you looked up at him.
âMmm?â you asked him, unable to actually use words.
âLook at you. Youâre so fucking beautiful. Eyes glossy, pretty lips hanging open, tits bouncing. Can I take a picture?â he asked.
You nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket, aiming it at you as the flash went off. He turned it around to show you and you laughed. You looked hot, just as he described you. But what got you was Changbin standing behind you, shirtless and biting his lip⌠and Hanâs hand coming up from the side, throwing a peace sign.
âI want that picture, hyung,â you heard Han say.
âLater,â Chan replied as he tossed his phone down on the other side of the couch.
âMâere,â you managed to get out between moans, looking up at Channie.
He scooted closer to you on the couch until his dick was under your head. You moved one hand to his thigh to use as leverage and keep yourself from falling face first into said dick and you used your other hand to spread Channieâs leaking precum up and down before taking him in your mouth. You took him as far as you could and used your hand to pump what you couldnât reach.
Changbin had picked up his pace and you moaned around Chanâs cock every time Binnie thrust back into you. Chan gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail so he could watch you.
âFuck,â Chan grunted. âHurry up, Bin. Iâm gonna cum soon if y/n keeps sucking me like this and I donât want to. I want to cum with that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.â
Grunting was all you heard from Changbin as he thrust faster and harder in your tight asshole.
âFuck. Yeah- yeah. Iâm gonna cum. Fuuuck,â he whined as his hips stuttered and he came with a final thrust.
As Binnie came, you moaned around Chanâs cock again. You could feel more precum spurting out and Chan used his grip on your hair to pull you off of him. âIâm not coming unless itâs in your pussy,â he growled.
Changbin leaned over you and peppered kisses along your spine. âSo good for Binnie. So good for us,â you heard him mumble.
âCome here,â Chan commanded. Bin slid out from behind you and Han, who had not stopped fingering you yet, finally removed his fingers from your pussy.
You stood up and moved in front of Chan. He slid his pants and boxers off and rolled on the condom that Han had tossed him. He leaned forward and put his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you towards him. He undid the zipper on your skirt and helped you step out of it. He kissed your hips and across your pelvis and you ran your fingers through his hair. He sighed contentedly and pulled back, leaning back against the couch.
âCome here, love,â he commanded again, holding out his hand to give you support as you moved to straddle him. âYouâre gonna be good and ride me, right?â
âYes, Channie,â you said as you got situated.
âYouâre so good to us. Isnât y/n good to us, boys?â Chan asked the others, lining himself up with your entrance. You whimpered as you felt his tip push against you.
âYes,â you heard them say in unison.
âMy baby is the best baby,â Han added.
âThatâs right,â Chan said as he roughly thrust up into you. You cried out, grabbing his shoulders to stop from toppling over and Chan gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging in. âY/nâ *thrust* âis soâ *thrust* âgoodâ *thrust* âto us.â *thrust*
Chan moved your hips. âYou said you were going to ride me, love, so ride.â
You did as you were told, rocking back and forth, up and down.
âYeah, just like that,â Chan groaned as he threw his head back against the couch, exposing his neck. You leaned forward to kiss his neck, the tip of your tongue pressing against his flesh before your lips closed around it.
Chan moaned as you sucked on his neck. You had your boobs pressed firmly to his own chest and he could feel your nipples rubbing against him as you moved. He moved his hands from your hips to your tits, taking them in his big hands. You moved back so he could get to them easier and he took the opportunity to bring them to his mouth, encircling one nipple with his lips as he sucked and ran his tongue over it. He pinched the other between his fingers.
Now it was your turn to throw your head back as you moaned. You threaded your fingers through Chanâs hair, holding him against you.
Chan moved his mouth to your other nipple and moved his hand down to your cunt, rubbing your clit, pinching it lightly and then rubbing again.
âFuuuck! Yes, Channie, just like thaaat! Iâm so cloooosse!â you moaned.
Chan snaked his other hand around your neck and in your hair, removing his mouth from your nipple so he could pull you into a kiss. He leaned back against the couch, and you loomed over him as your tongues clashed together and you ground your pussy down on him. Both of your moans muffled by your lips, you held on to him, hands threaded in his soft hair.
âIâm gonna cum,â Chan mumbled against your lips as he worked your clit faster. âCum with me, love.â
You nodded vigorously, lips never disconnecting.
Your body went rigid as you came, your hands tightening in Channieâs hair. Chan kept working your clit but moved his other hand from your hair to your hip to hold you steady as he thrust into you a couple of times, groaning into your mouth as he came.
Chan slowed his fingers on your clit as you came down. You leaned your forehead in the crook of his neck, your breathing coming back to normal. Chan rubbed circles on your thighs with his thumbs.
âFuck, love. Iâve missed that.â Chan moved to pepper kisses along your collarbone, up your neck, along your jaw, and back to your lips. âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
âYeah,â you smile at him. You slide off of Chan and he groans from the stimulation. You turn around to find Changbin and Han back in joggers. Changbin greets you with a kiss and then kneels down in front of you with a wet washcloth. Heâs gentle as he cleans you up. Once done, Han hands you an oversized t-shirt, it hangs down to your mid thighs. You stumble into him as you put it on, legs weak from the activities, and he laughs as he catches you.
âBaby, be careful,â he says before kissing you. You lean your head on his shoulder as he holds you for a few moments.
âSit down, love. Stretch your legs out,â you hear Chan say from behind you. You turn to look at him and heâs back on the couch in joggers too. Han moves to sit next to him in the middle and Changbin sits on the far end. Chan opens his arms for you and you sit in his lap, legs stretched across over Han and Changbin. Changbin starts massaging your feet and Hanâs absentmindedly drawing shapes on your thighs with his finger.
You turn your attention back to the movie. Itâs last few scenes and the murderer is killing the pretty girl in daisy dukes.
âI knew she was going to die,â you comment.
âPsycho,â Han calls you again, making Changbin and Chan chuckle.
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Veiny Hands? Yes Please
Ellie teaches you how to play her favorite video game
Idk what this is i just wanted to write something so here you go 𤲠also this is very much not beta read so sorry for mistakes iâm dyslexic donât blame me
You shoved your keys in the lock to your front door sighing with exhaustion. The day was long and you didnât get enough sleep last night and the only thing you wanted to do right now was snuggle up on the couch with Ellie and take a nap.
Speak of the devil, you find her sitting on the couch playing some war video game when you walk down the entry hallway.
Ellie pauses the game as she hears you come in and gets up to great you, âHey baby,â she places a kiss to your temple as you set your bag down on the kitchen island, âHow was your day?â
You huff in response to her question. You dealt with idiots all day, thatâs how it was. You save your frustration though, wanting to let it home now that you are in your peaceful home with your peaceful girlfriend. No sense in tainting your favorite place with the negativity from earlier.
You turn to face her, âIt was fine just long and iâm tired. How was yours?â You smile up at her, just the sight of her calming you.
âIt was good. Hey how about you go upstairs and change and Iâll make us a snack and then we can chill on the couch, hmm?â
You nod already heading for your bedroom. You needed to get out of these work clothes immediately. And what did you say you wanted: a nap on the couch. Your girlfriend knew you so well.
You change into some leggings and one of Ellieâs tshirts before heading back downstairs where Ellie has made a bowl of popcorn and gotten you a glass of diet Coke, yes your favorite
Sheâs sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone waiting for you. You hop onto the couch snuggling into her side before she can have time to register that you are even in the room.
âWell hello,â Ellie giggles at your sudden appearance as you throw both you legs over her lap and lean your head on her shoulder.
âHi,â you press a kiss to her cheek and revel in the fact that she blushes just slightly. You love when you can get her all flustered.
She rolls her eyes at your knowing smirk and asks, âSo what do you wanna watch?â She leans for the remote on the coffee table but you stop her with a hand to her chest, âYou can keep playing the game I just want to lay here.â
âBaby I donât mind we can watch something,â She insists.
âI know but I wanna watch you play,â you tell her honestly. Itâs kinda hot watching her kick ass in her video games. Not to mention the whole veiny-hands-on-the-controller thing.
âYou sure?â Ellie tried to confirm one last time. You laugh and nod returning to your earlier position on her lap.
She leans back placing her arms and hands over your thighs and focuses on one the game.
Youâre not sure how much time has passed but sheâs played a few rounds by now. Youâve found yourself tensing when the fights happen and growing frustrated right along side Ellie when she dies and has to start the level over.
Sheâs in the middle of the battle with some giant cyborg dude. She gets in a couple shots and the robot stumbles, âYeah get him baby!â you cheer sitting up straighter, focus honing in on the tv.
She shoots the guy a couple more times and he falls to his knees before faceplating.
âFuck yeah baby!â You grab her cheeks and leave a firm kiss on her lips.
She smiles as you pull back, âYouâre really getting into it,â
âI donât know the storyline is just interesting. And that dude was a major ass hole.â you feel shy at the sudden attention on you. You normally donât care about video games but you havenât really sat down to watch them either.
Ellie laughs at the blush you know is staining your cheeks if the heat you feel says anything.
âYou wanna try,â she holds the emote out to you.
âI donât know the first thing about playing this game,â
âIâll teach you. And look,â she turns back to the screen and flips through what looks like some game setting, âThere now itâs set to easy so it wonât be has hard when your learning the ropes,â she holds out the remote and you look at it hesitantly, âCome on baby youâll love it.â Ellie urges.
You sigh and take the controller. You are interested in the story and Ellie loves video games so much itâs just another thing you guys can do together.
âOkay show me what to do,â You settle further into Ellieâs side so she has access to show you each button on the remote.
She points out what each one means and the corresponding shape. Something about Lâs and Râs⌠youâre not really sure but you have a great time nonetheless.
It takes a couple of tries for you to start getting the hang of it but by round three you get a couple of shots on the guys who are supposed to be hunting you. You cheer each time you hit one and Ellie reminds you that they are still coming before you focus back in on playing.
You play for a while, Ellie watching you and giving you advice when needed. You can feel her eyes on you face as you play but you ignore them, that incessant blush creeps back up.
Finally, you hand the controller back to Ellie growing board of playing the same round over and over again, not able to kill the group that is coming at you before they get to you.
âYou did good baby,â Ellie praises as she switches the settings back to hard.
âThanks,â you lean back to place you head on her shoulder once more watching her hands on the remote, this time paying more attention to what buttons she hits.
You do, however, clock the veins running along the top of her hand and her forearms. Who could blame you? After all your girlfriend is hot.
How do we like? This popped into my head a few days ago so I thought what the hell đ¤ˇââď¸. Anyway if you have any writing prompts or ideas for me let me know because iâm in a writing slump fr! Thanks for reading <3
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Been awhile that I have send a request...
So here! What is the character reaction when they see thier y/n! Wearing only thier shirt (like literally they got no pants) that always goes up when they stretch or reach something.
Sam! Hope you're ok and thanks for asking! Sorry for the delay with this one - I've just been obsessing over single characters. A lot. Here's a tier list of sorts. Hehehehe thinking about these especially for the innocent boys đ
Lookism Boys reacting to you wearing just their shirt
Oops, you've broken their brain
These guys are sweet, innocent, and pretty inexperienced. Seeing you in just their shirt? With nothing underneath? That's indecent af but so hot. They will stand there gaping, frozen and beet-red as their lil brain breaks. With their remaining one single braincell, this is filed away as a core memory.
Johan Seong, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Vasco Tabasco, Zack Lee, Warren Chae
Jumps your bones
You didn't expect anything less from these guys did you? You look unbelievably sexy, and it's an awful shame to just let that go to waste. Hold on, there's just a few more requests though.
"Hey Y/N, can you reach up on that top shelf for me? Hey Y/N, can you bend down to that bottom cupboard? Hey Y/N, can you climb up on this ladder? Hey Y/N, can you just keep that on and spread your legs-"
Goo Kim, Ryuhei Kuroda, Vin Jin
Admires
There's nothing wrong with admiring art, and this view definitely is a work of art. Stands there looking and taking it all in, sipping on some whiskey (Gun, Samuel) or munching on some popcorn (Jake) or with nothing because they don't want any distractions from this sight (Eli, DG). Really, cos damn. They can and will watch you all day long.
Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Eli Jang, DG
Pretends everything is fine
Self-explanatory. Ignores everything at all cost. Holds eye contact, doesn't let it wander even though they're sweating and shaking with the exertion. They have reputations/principles to uphold. This cannot be the thing that ruins them.
Johan Seong, Xiaolong
Everything actually is fine
You need to up the ante with these guys. They've either seen it all or are otherwise distracted. Hold on, let's just bend over as your chest spills out. What? Oh yeah, that's also their boxer briefs you're wearing too.
Eugene, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, DG
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First Love, Familiar Love (Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader)
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: language, smut, oral, (fem receiving) fingering, p in v, creampie, cheating, (kinda) first love, semi-public sex, light dirty talk, pre-established toxic relationship.
A/N: Iâm so happy to have (finally) written my first full length Billy Loomis fic! Iâve done a lot of Ethan and a fuck ton of Mickey, how dare I have taken so long to write for the fine as fuck OG! Going to dabble in some poly!Ghostface soon which Iâm very excited about but for now, sit back, relax and I hope you enjoy!
@darklylucid I have a feeling your Billy loving self will get a kick outta this for sure ;)
Youâd never given much thought to relationships since your last. The thought of never having another first filled you with an undeniable sense of unease. No more first kisses, first date, first fuck, what was the point?
Why commit yourself to a long life of repetition when you could simply carry on having firsts? Especially when you couldnât have the person youâd already had your firsts with anymore.
Billy was someone you hadnât paid much attention to, not since the two of you had ended your very brief yet even more intense relationship a few years back.
The two of you were young, stupid and each other's firsts. It wasnât a healthy relationship by any means, and it ended as such. Even though you knew it was definitely for the best, you knew there was a part of you that didnât think it was over. Not yet.
He was hot, undoubtedly having grown into himself over the years when youâd stopped paying attention, but he had also grown more serious. He constantly looked like he was deep in thought, gnawing on the tip of his pen in class whilst clearly not paying attention on the few occasions youâd find your eyes drifting over to him, seeing him completely lost in his own mind.
You didnât run in the same social circle anymore, inside of school or out. Although that being the case, your friend and colleague at the video store, Randy most certainly did.
It never made much sense as to why Randy would hang around with the likes of Billy Loomis. Other than their shared affiliation of horror movies, they seemed to merely tolerate each other, if that. You were met with the angry rambling of what Billy had done that day from Randy, listening to the boy curse about how much of an asshole he was.
How could you possibly begin to forget about Billy when he was brought up practically all of the time?
âIf heâs so much of an asshole, stop hanging out with the guy.â Youâd suggested after a particularly long rant from Randy about him, mindlessly drumming your fingers on the counter.
Randy scoffed, pulling the red vine he was chewing on out of his mouth before replying, âIâve been friends with the rest of them for years, Iâm not just gonna stop hanging out with them because Billy Loomis is a fucking asshole.â
You rolled your eyes, sarcastically holding up your hands in surrender. âFine, fine, whatever. You go home and chill the hell out, Iâll close up.â
Randy hopped down from the register, patting you on the shoulder as you said goodbye.
Being here by yourself was always better anyway. You liked to clean and organize, finding order in the never ending chaos, but it never surprised you just how messy the store would get by the time closing rolled around. The popcorn machine Randy had recommended to the manager like an idiot needed a thorough deep cleaning, kernels were scattered everywhere, tapes were placed in the wrong section, some of them somehow seemed to be missing altogether.
Fucking mahem.
You heard the tingling of the bell above the door as it swung open. âSorry, weâre closed,â you called out, not bothering to look up from your sweeping.
The door clicked closed quietly and you briefly paused before glancing up.
Billy stood leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly against the withered old wood. He was quite clearly relishing in your confused expression as you looked back at him with cautious eyes.
âHey⌠Billy.â You said, eyeing him briefly. âRandyâs gone home.â
âOh, I know. I was waiting for him to leave.â Billy picked up a tape that was laying beside him, flipping it over to read the cover.
Your confusion and curiosity continued to grow, but it turned into annoyance when you realised youâd actually have to continue to talk to him.
âThatâs kinda creepy.â You muttered, letting the broom rest against a glass case. âWeâre closed.â You said again, pointing at the clock.
He didnât look at it, his eyes flickering up from the case to favour resting on you instead.
âAre you fucking him?â
You looked at him, eyebrows arching a fraction. âAm I fucking who?â
âRandy.â
You couldnât help the laugh that burst through your lips, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed the broom again. Youâd forgotten the fucking nerve of this guy. âGo home, Billy.â
You heard the clatter of the tape hit the counter as he began to stride toward you. âSo, you are?â
âYeah, Iâm not dignifying that with a response.â He stopped about a foot away, his hand resting on the freshly cleaned glass display with all the rare tapes. âCan you, like, not? I just cleaned that.â You sighed, stepping forward to slap his hand away.
He didnât move as you did so, seeming to find your reaction more funny than anything. âYou havenât changed much.â He commented, bringing his free hand up to swipe some loose hair out of his face.
You ignored his comment, looking up at him and feeling nothing but irritation. âBilly, what do you want, seriously? Because the sooner I clean up here, the sooner I can go home.â
Billy shrugged, drumming his fingers against the glass. âI donât know, I was walking home, saw Randy leave, noticed you were by yourself. Thought youâd appreciate the company.â
âMmhm. Sure.â You sighed, moving to step around him and deciding to just act like he wasnât there. Thatâs when it hit you, the all too familiar scent of his cologne. It smelled exactly like the one youâd gotten him for his birthday a couple of years back. The smell rekindled the brief yet fond memories youâd had with him and it made your heart skip a beat.
Billy had noticed your pause and his face turned from indifferent to slightly concerned. He said your name, tilting his head down to look at you.
You looked up at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. âGo home, Billy.â You said again, though your voice wasnât anywhere near as confident.
âI miss you.â
Those three words made you flinch, your grip on the handle of the broom tightening. You didnât want him to miss you, you didnât want him to be thinking about you. Didnât he have a girlfriend now?
I asked him as much and he half smiled, shaking his head. âSidney? Nah, Iâm seeing her, sure, but itâs not⌠like that.â
âOh, so your girlfriend isnât putting out so you thought youâd pop along and see if I would?â Billy seemed to ignore you, his eyes trailing across your body. You felt your cheeks heat up as he did, those annoyingly magnetic brown eyes felt like they were boring straight into your damn soul.
âNo, like I said I was walking home and saw you by yourself.â His smile grew a touch, watching your face for any kind of reaction.
Liar. But why did you find yourself falling for it?
âIâm not fucking Randy.â You said quietly. He finally looked into your eyes, the half smile turning into a grin. âOh, I know. But I needed to try and start a conversation with you somehow, didnât I?â
You caught yourself smiling as you shook your head. âAsshole.â
Billy chuckled as he brought up his hand, letting his fingers glide across your cheekbone. âMissed you.â He said again, his voice much softer this time without a hint of teasing.
Why were you falling for this crap? Was it because he was your first? First fucking everything? Probably. But you caught yourself not caring as you leaned into his warm touch, letting the familiarity wash over you entirely.
âMissed you.â You echoed softly.
His smell was intoxicating, familiar. Who cares if youâd hardly spoken to him in years? Who cares that it took you this long to get over him entirely.
His lips touched yours before you finished your train of thought. Comfortable. Familiar. You felt yourself melt into it, your fingers curling around the soft material of his plaid shirt as you pulled yourself closer to him, his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.
Fuck, heâd missed you. How your lips tasted, how your breath would quiver and shake every time he was close to you. He couldnât remember why he was ever stupid enough to let you go entirely.
Before he and Stu put their plan into motion, he knew he had to do this, he had to be with you at least once more time. Taste you, touch you, feel you. Because once he was âseriousâ with Sidney, he wouldnât be able to lead you on like that. Not you, you were always his.
His kiss turned more possessive than gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist and under your shirt, his blunt fingers digging into your soft, bare skin. He felt your breathing hitch against him as he pulled your body impossibly closer to his, letting you feel him hardening against you.
It wasnât long before heâd picked you up and placed you on the glass, hoisting your skirt around your waist and carefully pulling your baby pink panties down your legs, letting his fingers brush your inner thigh as he did.
âFuck, look how fucking wet you are for me.â He groaned, sliding his finger between your velvety folds to collect the moisture before he brought it to his lips. You were pathetically oversensitive, your cunt clenching around nothing the moment he touched you.
He liked that, heâd forgotten how needy you were, how much your body reacted to the slightest of advances. He couldnât help but smile as he continued to tease, fingers grazing your sensitive skin, barely even touching you.
It dawned on you how long it had been since youâd been touched like this, and you craved more.
âPlease, Billy.â You whined, beginning to grow uncomfortable with the lack of stimulation.
For once, he didnât need much prompting.
His mouth latched onto your aching clit, sucking at it hungrily and growing at your familiar taste heâd missed so much. His hands pushed your legs further apart for better access, feeling how you throbbed against his mouth. Your hands automatically fell into his soft hair, biting your bottom lip as you tugged at it, your head falling back.
Heâd been good with his mouth before, but heâd definitely gotten better. His skilled tongue flicked over your clit, one of his hands moving from your thigh to plunge two fingers inside of your cunt as he continued to lick and suck.
âOh!â You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He curled up his fingers in response, pressing against the spongy tissue and making your body jerk in response. He knew your body far too well, and had clearly never forgotten how to make you respond to him.
He didnât want you to cum, not yet. He pulled away all too soon, smiling as he saw the all too familiar mixture of turned on and pissed off gracing your features. He straightened up, his hand moving to grip the base of your hair tightly, making you look up into his brown eyes.
âDo you want it?â He asked, voice smooth and even as ever. All you could do was faintly whisper âyesâ in response. Thatâs all he needed.
Billy didnât drop his eyes from yours as he smoothly unbuckled his belt, pulling it off and discarding it thoughtlessly, his pants coming down shortly after, but only part way down his ass. He just didnât want to waste any time.
One of his hands dropped to your waist, the other pumped his cock a few times before nestling the tip at the entrance of your aching cunt. You whined softly, wriggling a little only to be grounded by his large hand before he pushed himself inside of your soaked hole.
You couldnât help the gasp as he filled you, suddenly feeling deliciously full. Familiarly full. He seemed to feel it too, a soft groan in your ear as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.
âFuck, Iâve missed this cunt so much.â He sighed into your hair, savouring the feeling of your cunt engulfing him for the first time in years. You were growing more and more impatient, needing movement and friction and he chuckled at you desperate movements from under his grounding hands. âI forgot how impatient you are.â
âBilly, just⌠Fuck me for Godâs sake.â Youâd meant for it to come out as an order, but it came out as a plea. He chuckled again, slowly rolling his hips back just to snap the forward again sharply, the sensation making you jolt and sigh into his shoulder.
âSo bossy, arenât you, sweetheart? Some things never change, hm?â
You ignore his teasing voice, your focus entirely surrounding how good his cock made you feel so fucking effortlessly. He hardly even had to try and here you were, already a leaking mess for him.
He held you more securely, one of his hands firmly pressing against the small of your back whilst the other swiftly tucked under your knee, holding your leg more securely around his waist as he fucked you.
He knew your body better than you did, he knew what drove you wild. The kisses he scattered across your neck and down your collarbone drove you insane. The way his fingers would dig into your skin, his breathing in your ear, the filth he was whispering to youâŚ
âFuck, Billy please donât stop.â You begged him, pushing yourself down against him greedily, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He continued fucking your on the glass display case as he laughed out, âThink Iâm gonna? No fucking way. Been thinking about getting back into this cunt for far too long.â
His words made you moan louder, your fingers clinging to his bicep, nails digging into the toned muscle harshly. He let out something akin to a growl, his own fingers digging into your soft skin hard enough to undoubtedly leave bruises in their wake.
He fucked you in a way you feared only her was able to, slamming into your convulsing pussy vigorously, ruthlessly. Your head fell back, eyes beginning to roll as you felt yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your clit bumped against him with every thrust, the stimulation only making you feel weaker and weaker. He watched your face, the look of pure ecstasy only making him more and more desperate to cum. No way he was about to pull out.
âBilly⌠CloseâŚâ You managed to utter out. In the past, that was his cue to prepare to pull out. But right now? Fuck that. He held you tighter, his fingers sliding from your hip to your clit to drag circles across it, feeling your cunt tense around him as he did.
âDo it.â He said, his own voice a little breathless.
You couldnât think, could only focus on how fucking good he was making you feel. Your body stuff ended for a second before you came on his cock, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as you heard him let out a loud groan and a second later, his hot cum filling up your still convulsing pussy. But you didnât care. Your body remained flush against his for a couple of seconds, soaking in the feeling of his cum filling you up so deliciously.
He gradually softened, pulling himself out of your stuffed cunt and casually pulling his pants back up before grabbing his belt.
You remained sitting on the glass case, Billyâs spunk mixed with your own wetness leaking out of you and making a mess of the glass. He couldnât help but smile, shrugging once.
âWell, shit, youâve got more of a cleanup to do now, my bad.â
You rolled your eyes at him, waiting for your thighs to stop trembling before jumping down from the display case and grabbing your panties, about to pull them back on before they were snatched out of your hand.
âWhat are you-â
âI think I should keep them. As a memento, you know?â He interrupted, the stupid smile that got you back into this situation illuminating his pretty face.
âOh, right. Forgot how much you like to steal my underwear. Weirdo.â You muttered, squirming a little at the feeling of Billyâs cum leaking out of you onto your inner thighs.
Billy watched you squirm for a moment, the smile never faltering. âMm. You know, I wish Iâd cum inside you before. I like seeing you like this.â
You scoffed at him, shaking your head. âI have to clean up.â You said pointedly.
Billy raised an eyebrow a fraction, eyes flickering down toward your stained thighs.
âYouâre telling me.â
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genre: platonic fluff :>
pairing: scoups x gn! reader
warnings: mentions of an ex and exes, drunk! cheol
bestie! cheol âŚĺ˝Ą
is the kind of best friend to share everything with youÂ
need a ride? heâs got you.Â
donât have cash when youâre out to eat? heâs got you.Â
you say you wanted to watch a movie? heâs already bought two tickets online and pre-orders popcorn in the flavor you like so all you have to do is pick it up when you get to the theater.Â
isnât the most expressive when it comes to how much he appreciates you or likes your presence for that matter, but worries about you a lot
knows you more about you than you thinkâŚ. always leaving you floored because youâre always surprised by how attentive he actually is
lowkey knows you better than your own family,,,,,
right! heâs the kind of bff to share everything with you - and i mean everything
to him, youâre his âi wouldnât be able to live without youâ kind of friend so there are random moments where he does let you know exactly thatÂ
(mostly when heâs drunk because heâd be too prideful and stubborn to admit his feelings to you when heâs sober)Â
but always gives in and owns up to what he says when you tease him in the morning; which ends with both of you having a really heart-warming conversationÂ
even though cheol is stubborn (has a hard time expressing his gratitude and love toward you), you still love him a lot and he loves you
and you both just knowÂ
heâs very much youâre âi wouldnât be able to live without youâ friend too : (Â
drabble under the cut ! | wc. 1.2k | (y/n) - your name
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âcheol, youâre drunk.â
âam not.âÂ
âthen whyâd you text me to come to soonyoungâs party to pick you up, if you werenât?â, you say with a smile.Â
to your surprise, cheolâs mouth breaks into a smirk and he says âbecause i knew youâd come get me.âÂ
âwere they here? was your ex here?â, you furrow your eyebrows in concern and push cheolâs bangs out of the way. the smile on his face still lingers. âor any of them for that matter?âŚ. hmm, are you okay, cheol? should i take you home?â, you say and rush to put on your seatbelt as you take your eyes off of cheol in the passenger seat for just a moment. Â
âthey were, but you know what - it was better than i expected.âÂ
âokay, how much did mingyu give you to drink to make you feel as if it was better-â
â(y/n), iâm not drunk-âÂ
âyes, you are.â he puts his hands up in surrender, and takes one of your flailing hands in his, âfine iâm tipsy if thatâs what you want me to admit!âÂ
you sigh in the driverâs seat, setting up the bluetooth so that at least youâd have a banger playlist on amidst his drunken babbling. cheolâs always been like this, you tell yourself, but today something seems different⌠because he hasnât let go of my hand.Â
âdonât take me home just yet.â he says quietly as he starts fiddling with your fingers. you pull your hand away from his, and he lets out some sort of whine in response. âi donât want to be alone!âÂ
you laugh, quite literally, to his face and tell him âwhat happened to, it was better than i expected?â
âi mean⌠it hurt a bit, seeing them there but i didnât feel the pull to be close to them anymore. i think iâm getting better (y/n).â he looks at you with such a sincere look in his eyes, you canât help but smile fondly at your friend.Â
âlike you said, i think iâm making more room for someone else to love now. i thought it was impossible before.â
âbut with time it isnât, right?âÂ
âwhat would i do without you, (y/n).â he says quietly before resting his head on the closed window as you drive out of soonyoungâs driveway, and leaving the party behind.
 âwhat was that cheol? you hungry? want to go get mcdonaldâs?âÂ
âi saidââ, normally heâd brush off your requests to repeat himself but tonight is different. he doesnât know if itâs the alcohol, or the fact that you so willingly came to get him from soonyoungâs party, or the fact that the playlist you chose to play in the car right now was the one he was a collaborator on, but his heart blooms into such warmth when he finally says: âi said what would i do without you, my (y/n).âÂ
itâs tempting to step on the brakes to hug your usually nonchalant and prideful best friend, but a smile creeps its way onto your face instead.Â
he giggles a bit before falling asleep in the passenger seat, a smile gracing his face. you canât help but think about how cute he is right now, and how grateful you are to have him as well.Â
âwhat would i do without you, my cheol.âÂ
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the next morning, cheol wakes up in a mountain of blankets atop your living room couch.Â
youâre in your tiny kitchen, brewing some hot water in a kettle and toasting some bread for you guys to eat.Â
his head feels like its splitting in half - partly,(a) because of how you so brutally opened the blinds he remembers you closing as he fell asleep last night and now he is face-to-face with the harshest sunlight heâs ever experienced in his lifetime but also because (b) of how much he drank last night. mingyu is going to get an earful from me later, he thinks to himself before glancing in the direction of your kitchen, which you have since left.Â
âgood morning, my cheol.â you tease, appearing in front of him with a tray consisting of a plate of warm and toasted bread, butter, strawberry jam, and two cups of orange juice which you put on the coffee table at the foot of your couchâs tiny pull-out couch.
he face-palms in response, âi did it again, did i?âÂ
you laugh in his face, much like you did the night before, âmhm! yes, you did and i found your confession this time very cute.â
he lets out some sort of sound of frustration before letting his curiosity get the best of him, âwhat did i say this time?â
âiâll tell you if you ask nicely, and attach âmy (y/n)â to the end of it.â you say sweetly, clearly pushing his buttons while smiling at him with your brand of mischief that he knows all too well.Â
âoh god, did i really say that?â
âif i remember correctlyââ, you tease because you and him both know you remember what he said last night very clearly, âyou said something around the lines of âwhat would i do without you, my (y/n)â and something about me being right about getting over your ex.â
something blooms in seungcheolâs chest, a kind of warmth he knows is only associated when he spends time with you, or is near you for that matter. while you busy yourself with doctoring up two pieces of toast for each of you with butter and jam, he looks at you with such care and fascination. seungcheol seemed to be friends with everyone, but didnât let anyone get too close - say less for a few of his guy friends whom he grew up with. that was the case, until he met you. at that moment he realized how truly lucky he was to have you, and how much your friendship exceeded many of his past failed relationships.Â
he didnât need to love you like a lover in order to feel loved. and it made him even softer to know that he still cared for you all the same. he couldnât imagine the space of you in his heart as empty, in fact it pained him to think that.Â
he couldnât imagine a life without you by his side. as his best friend. as his (y/n).Â
and sure, he was bound to fall in love and settle down sometime. and you were too, it was what you deserved. who else is more deserving of love in this life than they are? he realized how much he asked that to himself constantly.Â
snapping your figngers in front of his face, you ask âearth to cheol? the toast is going to get hard if you continue to just stare at it.âÂ
he looks at you gratefully, pink dusting his cheeks.Â
he couldnât remember what he said exactly last night, but he did remember where he was coming from. and he was going to tell you now.Â
âthank you for this, my (y/n).â he says casually, before taking a bite of the toast you were referring to. âand thank you for being here. with me. for being my (y/n).âÂ
itâs now your turn to smile, and your heartâs turn to bloom with something equal to the warmth of the sunshine on your skin at this very moment.Â
âof course, my cheol. forever and ever.â
âforever and ever.âÂ
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Dressing For Revenge 2
I had a few requests for a continuation of this story, so here it is!
Summary: A week after your night with Harry, he calls and invites you to a work-related event which his ex also attends.
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), all the good stuff. MUST BE 18+ TO READ.
Word Count: 7.6k+
Read part 1 here
The microwave beeped offensively loud as you changed into your favorite pajamas. Slipping into a pair of fuzzy socks, you sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a large bowl from the cabinet. Movies and popcorn sounded like a great plan for a night in. After the debacle the previous weekend, youâd scheduled this Friday evening for yourself. No parties, no nightclubs, no friends. Just you and a chick flick. And maybe some wine.
Deciding to pour a glass, you grabbed it and the popcorn and made yourself comfortable on the sofa. While laughing at Jennifer Lopez hiding from Matthew McConaughey, you felt your phone buzz. Expecting it to be Kelsie or one of your friends from work texting you, you were surprised to see a different name on the screen.
Hi Y/N. How are you?
Your stomach unexpectedly flipped just seeing your name in print underneath his. You hadnât heard from Harry since heâd called you that night to make sure youâd gotten home okay. Not that youâd expected to. It had only been a week after all. And of course it was a two-way street. You could have texted him. But you hadnât. But that didnât mean you hadnât thought of him.
Hi, Harry. You texted back. Iâm fine. You?
Oh hey. I didnât expect you to reply right away. Are you at home?
You bit your lip. Was he fishing for an invite? Shaking your head, you typed, Yes.
Mind if I call?
With a half squeal, half groan, you replied, Not at all.
Although you had literally just been texting with him, feeling the vibration in your hand and seeing his name again on the screen as your phone rang sent a new rush through your veins.
âHi,â you answered nonchalantly.
âHi, Y/N, how are you?â
You chuckled. âYou asked me that already.â
âRight. So I did. UmâŚdidnât expect you to be home on a Friday night,â said Harry.
âThatâs because I have a date.â
âOh?â
âWith myself,â you finished, reaching for your glass and taking another sip of wine.
âOh,â he let out a breathy laugh. He sounded relieved, which only made your heart beat faster. âAnd howâs that going so far?â
âNot bad. I figure at this rate Iâll be taking myself to bed by midnight.â
Harry snickered harder at your joke. You smiled, happy that you could make him laugh.
âWhat are you up to tonight, Harry?â you asked.
âPretty much the same thing, although Iâm not sure Iâm quite as compatible.â
âNo?â
âMmm,â he sounded. âAm I allowed to say Iâm a little jealous?â
You chuckled, though you didnât really give an answer.
âWhich brings me to the reason I called,â Harry continued. âI have something to ask you. A favor, if you will.â
âOh?â
âYou can say no, and Iâll completely understand if you do. I know I said you could call me if you wanted to get together againâŚâ
âHarry, what is it?â you persisted.
You half expected him to say he was horny and lonely, that he wanted you to come over for a quick fix. But you were surprised when he had a different proposition.
âI have aâŚa thing tomorrow night. A real estate thing. Itâs like a corporate dinner where we meet up with the management companies and investors, announce the top brokers and give awards and such. And I wasâŚwondering if youâd come as my date.â
âOhâŚâ you mused. âYouâre allowed to bring a date?â
âOf course. In fact, itâs almost mandatory.â You heard Harry do the breathy laugh again and wondered if he made that part up, or if it was meant to be a joke.
âI see. AndâŚyouâre inviting me?â
âI am. I know we donât know each other well. And youâll probably be bored out of your mind, and I wouldnât blame you one bit. Itâs justâŚâ
âJust what?â you asked when his words trailed off.
âI didnât tell you this before because there was no reason to. But my ex is in real estate as well. Thatâs how weâŚyou knowâŚmet.â
âAh, so sheâll be there.â
âCorrect,â Harry sighed.
âAnd you want me to make her jealous,â I added in a half question.
âNot jealous, really,â replied Harry. âMore like revenge. To show her Iâm better off without her. Like we did to your ex last weekend.â
âI see,â you said again.
You heard Harry sigh again, then groan. âIâm sorry, Y/N. It sounded better in my head.â
âI didnât say no.â
âWell, no, but youâre probably thinking it. I swear, I donât want this to seem like Iâm using you. I genuinely like you, Y/N. And Iâm very much attracted to you.â
You started to giggle, setting your glass back down on the coffee table.
âWhatâs so funny?â Harry asked solemnly.
âI used you, Harry. Last weekend. In fact, you wanted me to. And now youâre saying youâre not wanting to use me? For the exact same reason?â
âI reckon youâre right.â
âOf course I am. Now. Letâs just call a spade a spade. What time is this event tomorrow?â
âSo youâre going?â
âOf course, I am. You did me a solid, and now I can do one back. Besides, it might be a little fun.â
âAlright,â said Harry, a smile in his voice. âIt starts at eight. I can pick you up around seven thirty, if thatâs okay.â
âThatâs perfect. How formal is this, like black tie, or business casual?â
âSomewhere in between. A cocktail dress should be fine.â
âSounds good. I look forward to it, Harry,â you announced honestly.
âGood. Me too. Thanks for doing this, love.â
After hanging up the phone, you rushed to your closet to pick out something to wear for the event. Even though you hadnât wanted to let on over the phone, you were beyond excited to see Harry again. This time, you got to be his arm candy and not Lukeâs. And unlike with Luke, you had a feeling Harry would only have eyes for you.
As long as his heart didnât still belong to his ex.
Youâd just dabbed on some lipgloss when you heard the buzzer. Pressing the intercom button, you instructed Harry to come on up to your apartment. But when the knock sounded and you swung the door open, you nearly had to hold on to the knob to keep your balance.
âShit,â you muttered at the same time Harry exclaimed âGod damn!â
With a nervous laugh, you caught the twinkle in Harryâs eyes as he leaned against the door jam, his gaze raking over your body.
He looked delicious. Similar to the previous weekend, he wore a silk shirt, unbuttoned plenty to catch peeks at his tattoos and pecks. Over it was a black suit with the jacket open, the slacks fitting him well in all the right places.
âFuck me, kitten, you look stunning,â said Harry, expressing your thoughts before your mouth could.
You blushed, your hands self-consciously running down your waist and hips. You must have chosen the right dress for the evening. It was a short, fitted, black lace dress with a high neck and long sleeves. You felt like it was tasteful, yet sexy. Harry seemed to agree as he stepped over the threshold and reached for your waist, pulling you to him.
âWow,â he breathed in your ear. âHow lucky am I?â
âHmm, I guess weâll see,â you teased, inhaling his intoxicating cologne.
Harry chuckled low. âIs that how itâs gonna be, then, kitten?â You felt his hands travel down to your butt. And you didnât stop him when he lowered his mouth to your neck.
âYes,â you whispered as he sucked on your delicate flesh.
âMaybe we should just ditch this party all together and stay here instead.â
âNow, Harry,â you tsked, pushing his shoulders away. âI thought this was important.â
His laugh vibrated in his chest as he nodded. âIndeed. Thanks so much again for doing this.â
Pursing your lips, you winked at him. Then grabbing your clutch, you followed him out the door and downstairs to his car. When he opened it for you, you immediately got a whiff of the expensive leather, an aroma youâd found pleasant and comforting the last time. It reminded you of the smell of his bedroom, and you quickly clamped your thighs together when you climbed into the front seat, the memory of that night in his bed arousing you.
The drive to the venue was quick, for which you were grateful since you couldnât manage to keep your eyes off of Harryâs hands on the wheel and gear shift, and the way his thighs looked in those pants. He made some small talk, but your mind was elsewhere, almost wishing youâd taken him up on the offer to stay at your place.
When he parked the car in front of a fancy hotel, you gasped. âItâs in here?â
You recognized the place. Well, obviously anyone would. But youâd been there before. Luke had taken you there once when you-
âWell, it only seemed natural,â replied Harry as he turned off the engine, âseeing as the company owns this property.â
Jerking your head, you stared at Harry with wide eyes, astonished. âOh my God! I knew you were rich, butâŚoh my God!â
With a chuckle and a gleam in his eye, Harry opened his car door and rounded to your side where you still sat with your mouth agape. You eventually smiled, taking Harryâs awaiting hand and letting him lead you to the entrance and through the hotel lobby to the elevators. A cluster of people were gathered nearby and Harry slowed and whispered in your ear.
âSome of my colleagues,â he explained. âShall I introduce you?â
âOf course,â you grinned. âAs long as youâre not ashamed to be seen with me.â
âAre you kidding?â he smirked, giving your butt a pat before quickly guiding you toward the men.
âGentlemen!â he greeted boisterously.
âHarry, my good man, how are you?â one of the men broke from the pack to offer his hand.
âCanât complain,â Harry replied, shaking hands. âHow about yourself?â
âSame here,â the man nodded, though his eyes seemed to wander to you eagerly. âAnd who is this gorgeous angel you brought with you?â
You felt Harryâs hand glide down your back. âGreg, Iâd like you to meet Y/N, Y/N this is Greg Hawthorne, Chairman of the Board.â
âHow do you do, sweetheart,â said Greg.
âLovely to meet you,â you smiled, taking his hand though you had no idea what a Chairman of the Board was.
Just then, you were saved by the ding that the awaiting elevator announced, and you and Harry followed the rest of the group up to another floor. More groups of people were gathered there, and down the hall. Harry stopped a couple more times to introduce you to more colleagues. You knew for certain you would never be able to remember their names, but you figured that wasnât the reason for the pleasantries.
When you came to a large, open, double doorway, you were greeted by another man and woman who welcomed you both to the event. Stepping inside the massive room, you took in the view of what appeared to be a ballroom, filled with cloth-covered tables with fancy centerpieces. At the far end was a stage, a podium erected in the center and a large screen next to it. The chandeliers were enough to take your breath away, and when Harry guided you toward one of the tables, you noticed the gold-leafed placards.
âThis is nicer than most weddings Iâve been to,â you whispered to Harry, lifting the placard in front of you that held his name.
Your date only grinned, but you quickly felt a hand on your knee underneath the table. He gave it a nice squeeze, and you giggled.
âNone of that, Mr. Styles,â you warned. âWeâre in public.â
âOh, so I canât even touch you?â
âI didnât say that. Just be careful. Iâm very ticklish. People may get the wrong idea.â
âI see,â he smirked with sexy eyes. âIâll try to be discreet, then.â
The room started to fill up, and Harry was greeted so many times that you just remained standing. You had to admit, it felt good to be the companion of someone so popular. Lukeâs popularity was nothing compared to this. And everyone seemed to be very fond of Harry.
However, after a quick chat with one of Harryâs friends, you felt his hand twist the back of your dress. Taking a step back to keep your balance, you looked at him and noticed how much the expression on his face had instantly changed.
âWhat happened?â you inquired. âIs something wrong?â
âSheâs here,â he said, his voice low but clear.
âOh,â you whispered. âWhere?â
Harry loosened his jaw, then cleared his throat, looked down and scratched his nose. âRight there. Blue dress.â
Scanning the entrance, you picked out the woman. While she was attractive, she was not what you had pictured. Not that you had any point of reference, but she just didnât seem like someone you would have thought Harry would have been in a relationship with.
âOh, I see,â you commented, unsure of what else to say.
A waiter came around with a tray of champagne, blocking your view of Harryâs ex. You graciously accepted a glass, and Harry suggested you both take a seat.
âHello, Harry,â you heard behind you just as youâd turned.
Harry exhaled through his nose before addressing her. âGood evening, Toni. Youâre looking well.â
Toni flipped her hair from her shoulder and grinned triumphantly. Then her eyes fell on you.
âAntoinette Bloom, how do you do?â she said, offering her hand to you.
âY/N Y/LN, nice to meet you.â You tried your best to give the most nonchalant, yet genuine greeting, hoping Harry was pleased. The corners of your mouth began to curve upwards when you felt his hand on your back once again.
âI hear you closed on the MacHouser deal, Harry,â Toni turned her attention back to her ex. âCongratulations.â
âThank you,â he half-bowed, âit was a team effort.â
âOf course.â
Just then, another tall man appeared, his hand on Toniâs shoulder. âDarling, I found our table over there. I think itâs about to get started.â
âOh, yes,â she grinned. âGood to see you, Harry.â She merely nodded at you, and didnât even bother introducing the man who was already guiding her to the right side of the ballroom. You felt Harry let out a long breath.
âThat wasnât so bad,â you assured with a smile.
âWasnât so great either,â he frowned.
You slid your hand up his arm, squeezing his bicep. âCould have been worse.â
Finally looking at you, Harryâs frown turned into a grin. Your insides flipped when his dimples appeared and he pulled you close to him.
âSheâs got nothing on you, you know.â
âExcept history,â you remarked.
Harry chuckled. âCâmon, love. Letâs sit and enjoy this evening. Together.â
âSounds good,â you agreed as Harry helped push in your chair. âBy the way, did you know him?â
âWho?â
âThe man she was with. She didnât introduce him.â
âOh. Yeah. Heâs the uhâŚâ
When Harry paused, your eyes widened in astonishment. âHim? She left you for that guy?â
âWell, no, she didnât leave me, I kicked her out.â
âBecause she was cheating on you. With him!â
Harry covered your hand with his. âLetâs not get into it, babe. Not now.â
With a huff, you sat back in your chair, crossing your arms. What an idiot this woman was! Fucking moron!
Harry chuckled low, making you look over at him. âWhat?â
âYou look like a defiant child sat there like that, kitten.â
With a snort, you sat up straight. âSorry. I just donât think she knew how good she had it.â
âAnd how good is that?â Harry leaned closer, his hand sliding up your thigh under the table.
âHarryâŚâ you mouthed, barely able to get out a breath as his fingers played with the hem of your dress.
âOh, good evening Harry!â a plump man announced, grabbing the chair on the other side of him. âLooks like Marla and I are at your table.â
âHi, Tom, how are things?â Harry quickly rose from his chair to shake hands with the man, then with the woman he was with.
âWell, as they sayâŚsame shit, different day!â Tom cackled.
Harry laughed, âYes, indeed.â Then he introduced you to Tom and his wife, Marla, who both already seemed like very nice people.
Two more couples arrived shortly after, rounding out your table. Soon enough, the waiters came around with plates of food. You gawked at the presentation of the scrumptious looking chicken dish in front of you.
âIâm sorry,â Harry whispered in your ear. âI forgot to tell you I ordered the food weeks ago. I hope chicken is okay.â
âOf course, no problem,â you replied.
âObviously I knew I wouldnât be here with Toni, but I reckoned chicken was a safe bet.â
âItâs perfectly fine,â you insisted.
âSo, how did you two meet?â Marla asked after Tom had made a toast.
Harry looked over at you and you felt your face flush.
âUmâŚthe traditional way,â replied Harry. âAt a nightclub.â
âOh!â Marla giggled when Harry winked, putting you at ease.
Once again, you felt Harryâs hand on you underneath the table. Instead of squeezing your knee, he slid his palm up dangerously, allowing his fingers to rest just inside your thigh. You gasped out a breath, swiftly grabbing your champagne, hoping no one noticed.
Chatter and small talk filled the room until the lights dimmed slightly and the man from the elevator stepped up to the podium. He announced himself as Greg Hawthorne and welcomed you all to tonightâs gala. Then the television monitor came to life and displayed a quick introduction to the firm. While most of it was over your head, you were once again impressed by the company and what real estate it owned. After another quick spiel, Greg introduced the CEO who joined him at the podium, gave a short speech and sat back down at his table. Then Greg proceeded with the awards ceremony, starting with one for another man youâd met earlier.
Having finished your delicious chicken, you placed your fork down on your plate, and dabbed your lips with a napkin. When everyone clapped, you joined in.
Harry leaned over and whispered in your ear. âBored yet?â
âNo,â you smiled. âIâm having a lovely time.â
âLiar.â
âNo, Iâm not,â you insisted with a laugh.
You reached for his hand then, pulling it underneath the tablecloth, setting it in your lap. You covered it with your other hand for reassurance. Harry beamed at you, then kissed your temple.
Just then, a name you hadnât wished to hear was announced. Antoinette Bloom stepped up on stage to receive her award, though youâd missed what sheâd earned it for. You felt Harryâs body go still next to you.
âYou okay?â you whispered.
âUm, yeah. Yeah,â he sighed. âIâm fine.â
âItâs still hard to see her, isnât it?â
âNo, noâŚitâsâŚitâs fine. Iâm fine.â
âHarry, itâs okay,â you said, squeezing his hand. âI get it. Remember?â
His green eyes stared at you and you thought you saw them water, but he blinked quickly. Then he pulled his hand from your grasp and reached for his champagne, gulping it down. You looked around your table and saw more sets of eyes, either on Harry or trying to divert their gaze. They all knew. They had probably known them when they were a couple. Suddenly, you felt like a duck out of water, and just as Toni was finishing her speech, you excused yourself to the ladiesâ room.
When you made it to the stall, and took several deep breaths, you started talking to yourself. Reminding yourself that you were doing Harry a favor. You were his plus one because he wanted some sort of revenge, or proof for his ex to see he didnât need her anymore - just as Harry had done for you the weekend before with Luke.
This isnât about you, you stupid bitch. After tonight youâll probably never see him again.
After washing up and touching up your lip gloss, you opened the door to see Harry standing in the hallway.
âHey. What are you doing out here?â you asked.
âChecking on you. You rushed out so quickly.â
âSorry. Must have been the champagne.â
Harry took two steps closer, enough to reach out and finger a curl on your shoulder. âLiar,â he muttered.
With a sigh, you shook your head. âHarryâŚâ
âY/N. Iâm the one who should apologize. I made a fool of myself, trying to act like I didnât care she was here. You were right.â
âI was?â you gulped.
âItâs still hard,â he nodded. âI meanâŚitâs not like I want her back. I donât really want anything to do with her. JustâŚseeing her reminds me, you know?â
âAbsolutely.â
âIâm sorry, darling. I really am.â Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, and you took that as your cue.
âItâs okay. Shall I get an Uber, orâŚâ
âWhat?â Harryâs eyes widened. âYouâre not leaving, are you?â
âWellâŚumâŚ,â you stumbled. âDonât you want me to?â
âOh, God, honey, no! No! I didnât mean to imply that at all!â
You fiddled with the clutch in your hands as you stared at him incredulously. âIâm confused.â
Reaching for your waist, Harry pulled you even closer. âBaby, I want you to stay. Please. I enjoy your company. And even though this is probably boring you to tears, you look so fucking sexy, I want...â
âWhat?â you asked when his words trailed off.
âIâŚâ Harry searched down either end of the hallway, making sure no one was within earshot. Then he guided you backwards against the wall. âI wanna eat you up,â he growled.
âOh!â you squeaked just before his mouth collided with yours.
His kisses were rough and urgent. His stubble scratched against your delicate skin. And you loved it. Gasping for a breath, you grabbed hold of his jacket lapels.
âHarryâŚâ
âI want you so bad, kitten,â he whined. God, that sounded hot. âBeen thinking about you all fucking week. Took everything I had in me not to call sooner.â
âReally?â
Just then, two other women started down the hall toward you. Harry straightened up and you pretended to be looking for something in your bag. When they passed and entered the restroom, you raised your head. Harry was staring at you like a tiger about to pounce its prey. When he blinked slowly, you could hear him swallow hard.
âI got a room,â he finally said.
Your jaw dropped. âA roo-, here?â
âYeah. I know itâs presumptuous of me. But I was hopingâŚyou mightâŚwanna stay with me tonight.â
As he said those words, he moved closer to you, slowly like a dream. Chills erupted down your body, and you found yourself eagerly allowing him into your embrace. His lips met yours again, this time sweet and wet.
âI-I thoughtâŚâ you breathed between kisses, âwhen you froze next to meâŚwhen she got her awardâŚthat youâŚâ
âShh,â Harry sounded, silencing you with more kisses. âBaby girlâŚlet me make it clear. I donât want her. I want you.â
You thought you saw the shadows of the women returning from the bathroom, but neither you nor Harry moved an inch. His gaze pierced through you, you melted, and you may have even let out a moan.
âI want you, too. So bad.â
âGood,â he growled, sliding his hand around your neck. Then kissing you one more time, he stood up straight and said, âLetâs get out of here.â
Taking your hand, you were halfway down the hall when Tom emerged from the ballroom.
âHarry!,â he said. âThey need you in here!â
âWhat for?â
âYour award!â
Harry cursed under his breath, and you chuckled as he tugged on your hand and led you back into the ballroom.
âThere he is!â shouted Greg from the podium. âCâmon Harry, everyone whoâs awarded has to get up here.â
Harry snorted, then gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up to the stage. With a cheesy grin on your face, you made it back to your table and joined everyone in clapping as Harry accepted his award. You hadnât even heard what it was for, but it didnât matter. You were proud of him regardless, and you planned on showing him just how proud you were later in the room heâd said heâd gotten.
You watched your handsome date as he gave his acceptance speech, the glow on his face. When he was finished, he gave a quick nod and thank you, then began to make his way between the tables. You noticed Toni staring at him, but your grin spread when Harry paid her no mind, and instead beamed at you with his dimpled smile.
âCongrats, Harry!â exclaimed Tom when Harry reached your table. âI was worried youâd either gone or didnât care about receiving an award. But I see I was wrong on both accounts. Well-deserved, my friend.â
âThanks, Tom.â
Although Harryâs words were addressed to the man on his left, his eyes hadnât left yours.
âReady to go?â he asked.
âNow?â you half-chuckled, half-gasped.
âYes,â he replied, his voice suddenly an octave lower.
âOh, donât leave yet, you two!â Marla whisper-shouted. âYouâll miss the best part!â
âBest part?â you inquired, eyeing both Marla and Harry.
Harry smirked. âThereâs usually some sort of dessert, and they serve more cocktails.â
âOh. I think I can pass.â
Not missing the tone in your confession, Harry rose from his chair and held his hand out for you. You eagerly took it, giving hasty goodbyes to your table mates, then you followed him back into the hallway just as Greg was giving his final speech, announcing the imminent dessert.
âI have my own sweet, tasty treat,â remarked Harry, patting your ass.
You were mid-giggle, starting to get handsy yourself when you heard a female voice behind you.
âCongratulations, Harry.â
Oh, goddammit, what did she want?
âThank you,â Harry turned and nodded sharply.
âI always knew youâd make top broker,â Toni continued. âI know I voiced it many times.â
Her tone was sultry as she stepped closer to Harry. Then she placed her hand on his bicep and gave an adoring smile. Your stomach turned and your mouth felt sour as you watched her try to seduce her ex right in front of you.
âUm, no, actually you didnât,â said Harry.
âPardon me?â
âYou never said that to me, Antoinette. Not once. In fact, if I remember correctly, you used to provoke and torment me by claiming youâd beat me.â
âOh, that,â Toni dismissed Harryâs accusation with a wave of her hand. âThat was just a little game. You enjoyed it, didnât you baby? You liked trying to rival me. It only made you better.â
Your eyes wide, you nearly smacked her, but you held back your hands and your tongue.
âNo, I didnât enjoy it. And it didnât make me better. Iâm better now because youâre out of my life, Toni.â
Turning away from her, Harry grabbed your hand again and began walking faster. You tried your best to keep up as he led you to the elevators.
âAw, little Harry is heartbroken so he needed to find a little trollop to mend his ego,â Toni mocked with a sneer.
At that you turned around swiftly. âYouâre a horrible person! No wonder he kicked you out!â
âY/N, please baby-â
âWhat the hell do you know?â Toni rolled her eyes.
âI know that this man is amazing and sweet and sexy as hell, and you lost out.â
Toniâs jaw dropped open as Harry pulled you toward the open elevator doors.
âI also know that nobody has used the word trollop since the sixties,â you called out just before the doors closed. âThe term is slut now, honey.â
When the elevator stopped, and the doors opened, you followed Harry down the hall, your hand still in his until he stopped at the end of the hallway. Then he pulled a key card out of his jacket pocket and slipped it into the lock.
He had been quiet on the lift, his jaw set. You knew he was angry, and maybe even a little embarrassed. You felt for him, seeing just how vile his ex was. You wanted to make him feel better, but only if he wanted the same.
Stepping into the room, however, you nearly forgot what had just happened when you saw the exquisite view.
âWowâŚâ you breathed as Harry headed for the bar.
âNice, yeah?â he wiggled his brows. When he poured two glasses of brandy, however, his expression returned solemn.
âHarryâŚâ you began, walking toward him. âWe donât have to do this.â
âWhat?â
âIf youâre not feeling up to it.â
âWho says Iâm not?â he asked, handing you a glass.
âWell, I can tell youâre upset.â
âIâm not. I meanâŚyeah, sheâsâŚa piece of work,â Harry half-chuckled, shaking his head. Then he looked at you. âBut she has nothing to do with us.â
âNo?â
âMm-mm,â he sounded, reaching for your waist with his other hand. âIâm just sorry you had to see that. Cheers?â
You clinked your glass against Harryâs and took a sip, setting your clutch on the bar. He looked over his glass at you and winked. Slowly lowering yours, you grinned.
âSo your award was for top broker? What does that mean, you sold the most houses?â
Harry chuckled low. âHouses, hotels, commercial properties...â
âWow,â you said. âIâm proud of you, Harry.â
âAre you?â he smiled wider.
âOf course, I am. And I wanna show you.â
âOh. You do.â Taking your glass, Harry set it on the bar next to his. âAnd how do you wanna do that?â
âLike thisâŚâ you said, reaching for his jacket and tugging it off his shoulders.
With a smirk, he shook his arms out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair. Then his eyes sparkled as you ran your hands down his chest and began to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt.
Slipping his fingers underneath your jaw, he pulled you into a deep kiss. You moaned against him, letting him know just how badly you wanted to please him. When your own fingers met his waistband, you felt him shudder, a sexy tremble of anticipation as he threw off his shirt. You played with him a bit, letting your fingertips linger along his tattoos after youâd unbuttoned his trousers. Then with a loud sounding of the zipper, you dropped to your knees along with his pants. You heard him gasp out a breath, a tiny one, but audible nonetheless.
You kissed his inner thighs, sweet, tender kisses. Moving up slowly, you reached for his underwear. A low, sexy exhale escaped his throat then, followed by a chuckle.
âOh, kitten.â
âWhat?â
âIs this what you want?â
You nodded and licked your lips as his erection sprung from his briefs, meeting you in the face. Harryâs breath hitched in his throat when you took hold of it and wet the tip with your tongue. You looked up at him long enough to see his jaw drop as you enveloped your lips around his hard cock. Then he quickly shut his eyes and inhaled through his nose.
He was big. You knew this already, of course, but having him in your mouth for the first time took a little extra work and finesse. You didnât think youâd be able to deep throat him, so you did your best with what you had to work with. Lubricating him up with your own saliva, you moaned against his cock while your hand met your lips halfway. Harryâs fingers raked through your hair until they had a good grip. His breaths quickened as he bucked his hips against you, urging you to suck him deeper and harder, your hand to move faster. You obliged to his physical requests until you felt him quiver, then tug harder on your hair.
âEasy, kitten,â he gasped. âFuck, youâre so good, but I donât wanna come so fast.â
Clipping your chin with his finger, he gazed down at you.
âJesus, baby, look at you. So eager and willing to please.â
You nodded, running your hands up his thighs. âYes, Harry. I wanna please you so bad. Wanna make you feel good.â
Stepping out of his shoes and pants, Harry lifted you from the floor. With his hands cradling your face he pulled you into a deep, wet kiss that nearly sent you back into a pool at his feet. Then slipping his fingers behind your neck, he found the zipper of your dress and tugged it open. Stepping out of it, you let him lead you to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.
âI wanna make you feel good too, kitten,â Harry promised as he removed your black lacy bra.
âBut itâs my turn, Harry,â you argued, climbing onto the bed and sitting on your knees. âYou made me feel better last time.â
âDid I? Is that why you left in such a hurry?â
âI told you why I left,â you frowned.
âI know. Iâm sorry.â His hands cupped your breasts as he snuck a kiss onto your collarbone.
âAnyway, tonight is about you,â you continued. âAnd I wanna show you how proud I am of you. How worthy you are.â
âYeah?â he smirked, sliding his hand down the front of your panties. âAm I worthy of this sweet pussy?â
âFuck yes,â you hissed.
Harry laughed, âGod, youâre so wet already, kitten. I havenât hardly touched you.â
âThatâs the effect you have on me.â
âGood to know. I am lucky.â
He continued to stroke you, his fingertip pressing gently on your already throbbing clit. Still on your knees, they began to give out just from his touch. You grabbed hold of his arms to keep your balance, a tiny cry escaping your lips.
âOh, sweetheart, you sure this is about me?â Harry raised a brow, teasing you.
âYes, Harry. I promise. You justâŚget me worked up.â
âWhat do you think you do to me, hmm? Sat there next to me in that tiny little dress, your thighs begging to be stroked underneath the table. Your fuckable ass just waiting to be grabbed by my hands. Your fuck-me eyes batting their lashes at me as if I donât know what that means.â
âI didnât know they do that,â you mewled as you continued to ride his fingers.
âOh, yes you do. And you love it. Just like you love how youâre dripping on me right now.â
âBut you love it, too,â you said, trying to turn the tables. âYou love how hot and wet I am for you.â
âGoddammit, yes I do. Câmere, kitten.â
The air suddenly felt cooler when he removed his hand from your panties. But the warmth was returned quickly as you watched him lay down on the bed and stroke himself.
âHarry,â you pouted. âIâm supposed to do that.â
âWell then hurry up, baby. We may have all night, but I get impatient too.â
You gave him a smirk, knowing he was mocking your impatience from last weekend.
âJust for that, I may just take my time,â you teased, slowly sliding your panties down your hips.
âPlease donât.â
âWhat would you do if I did?â
âMake myself come,â he replied cheekily, his hand still on his cock.
âAw, câmon Harry, play nice.â
He chuckled low, sending another thrill down your spine. Kicking your panties off of your ankle, you let them hit the floor as you crawled cat-like over his naked body.
âKitten, you are,â he grinned, reaching for your hips. âLooks like I picked the right pet name.â
âYes,â you agreed. âAnd now kitty wants a ride.â
Harry growled as you nibbled on his neck. âCondomâs in my jacket, babe,â he whispered. âForgot to grab it.â
With a tiny pout, you slid off the bed and retrieved his jacket from the chair, and found the condom in the inside picket. Opening it swiftly, you returned to the bed where you eagerly slipped it on his awaiting cock. Lifting your hips, you eased yourself down slowly with a high-pitched groan.
âGently, kitten,â instructed Harry. âYou sure youâre wet enough?â
âYes,â you sighed. âYou just fill me so well.â
âYeah,â he grinned. âGo slowly though, alright. Donât wanna hurt you.â
âI can handle it, baby. Question is, can you handle me?â
Harryâs chest shook as he laughed, and you slowly began to ride him. When you began to pick up a little speed, however, Harry started to blink, his head tilting back into the pillow.
âFuck, kitten, you feel so good.â
âI do? You like how my cunt feels dripping on you?â
âMmm yeah. So fucking warm and wet.â
âYou deserve to feel this good, baby. Every night,â you moaned.
âYeah? You would fuck me like this every night?â he asked, his hips bucking up against you.
âMmhmm. Anything you want. Youâre such a fucking hot and sexy man. You deserve to be fucked any way you want.â
âAh yes, fuck me, kitten.â
âShe didnât fuck you like this, did she?â you purred as you rode him faster.
Harry shook his head and gulped. âNo.â
âYou deserve so much better, baby. You deserve a woman who knows your needs. Who worships your cock.â
Though Harry moaned and let out an expletive, he grabbed your waist and tried to hold you still. âWaitâŚbabyâŚwait, stop,â he gasped.
âWhatâs wrong?â you blinked.
âI donât wanna fuck like this.â
âLike what?â
âRevenge sex, angry sex, whatever this is. Iâm done with that, arenât you?â
You stared at him, confused. âBut, I thought-â
âI know, babe,â he interrupted with a nod. âBut I donât want this to be about her. Or him. Just us.â
âOh.â
âDonât you?â
âIâŚyeah, I guess so.â
Harryâs green eyes stared at you, and though they were still filled with lust, a softer look in them also appeared that you hadnât seen before. âJust you and me, yeah? I think it could be great.â
âOkay,â you nodded.
âGood girl,â he grinned. âNow fuck me.â
You slowly resumed your thrusts, your eyes still locked with his. While you tried to continue the little game youâd been playing, the point seemed moot. Something came over you that you couldnât describe, and if you didnât know any better, youâd say you were feeling emotional, overwhelmed. But you couldnât, could you? This was just a hookup, a mutual agreement. There were no feelings involved. Finally, you stopped all movement.
âWhatâs wrong, babe?â asked Harry, a bewildered look on his face. âYou tired?â
âNo. It justâŚit feels different now.â
âDifferentâŚgood?â
You shook your head, unable to find the words. âI donât know. I justâŚI feel vulnerable.â
Harryâs face softened as he sat up and ran his hands up your back. âI know, baby. But itâs okay. Iâm here, yeah? Iâll make you feel good.â
âBut I wanted to make you feel good,â you said.
âThen weâll make each other feel good,â Harry smirked. âCâmon love, itâs alright. We donât need revenge sex. Those two other peopleâŚthey mean nothing. We donât have to use each other anymore. Letâs justâŚlive in the moment.â
Taking in a deep breath, you let it out slowly. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? His arms around you, Harry kissed your lips softly. Then he continued down your jaw and to your neck. Inch by inch, you let the tension fall until his soft, pillowy lips lightly touched your shoulder.
âMmm, that feels nice,â you breathed before you realized it.
âDoesnât it?â Harry murmured before looking into your eyes. âI want you, Y/N. I wouldnât have invited you here if I didnât. I wouldnât have gotten this room. For us. You and me, honey. Youâre the one I wanna be with.â
Though he didnât finish the sentence with tonight, you took it as implied.
âLetâs make each other feel good, yeah?â he continued, pecking your mouth again. âI wanna make you come so hard.â
A low moan sounded from deep within your throat before you started to giggle.
âDoes that sound good?â Harry wiggled his brows.
âYeah,â you nodded. âSounds amazing.â
âThen get that ass up, baby, and turn around for me,â he demanded, patting your behind.
Once on your knees facing away from him, you braced yourself for a quick thrust. But Harry seemed to have other ideas. Instead, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back so that you sat on his lap. Pushing your hair off your shoulder, he kissed your neck just underneath your ear. Then his other hand found your right breast, cupping it and pinching the nipple between his fingertips.
âThat feel good, kitten?â he whispered, his breath tickling your flesh.
âMmm, yes.â
âGood. Now lift up just a bit and bounce on me.â
Doing as you were told had Harry slipping inside you easily just before you bounced back onto his lap, his cock filling you completely.
âOhhhh,â you gasped. âFuck.â
âMmm yeah, babe, do that again.â
With a deep breath, you exhaled as you lifted up to your knees again. This time, however, Harry met you halfway, thrusting up against you as you came down. When you let out another gasp, Harry groaned in your ear.
âFuck, princess, just like that. Keep going.â
Though your knees were already starting to shake, it was nothing like the nearly exploding feeling in your core. You could feel him fully, all of him in your pussy. And you couldnât get enough.
You repeated the movements over and over, each time making your toes curl more and more. Finally, you noticed the thrusts werenât quite as long, as Harry was practically holding you against him, his arm around your waist as he panted in your ear, giving you continuous words of encouragement.
âOh, kitten you feel so good,â he whined, sliding his free hand down your belly. âIâm so close already. But I want you to come first, alright?â
âYes.â
âAre you close, too?â
âYes!â
His fingertips slipped through your folds and pinched your clit. Your knees buckled and you almost fell forward until Harry pulled you up. You could feel his wet, sticky chest against your back as he guided you to your climax.
âEasy, kitten,â he cooed. âI got you. Come for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel that sweet little cunt dripping all over me.â
âAaaaaaâŚâ you exclaimed, though it was far from an actual word. âOh, God! Ohhh HaaarrryyâŚ.baaaabyyyyy!!!!â
âThatâs it, kitten,â he urged, his finger still circling your swollen nub as he continued his thrusts. âSuch a good girl. I love making you feel good, baby.â
With a few more whines and pants, you came down from your high, taking deep breaths and hard swallows.
âMmm,â Harry growled, then kissed your neck. âItâs not over yet, love.â
You chuckled, placing your hand on his thigh. âI know. Shall I stay here, or you want me somewhere else?â
âIâll let you pick,â he replied.
âReally?â Lifting yourself up, you turned around to face him. âCause Iâd really like to watch you when you come.â
âYou got it, babe,â he grinned. Taking your face in his hands, he kissed you with fervor. Then he rolled you onto your back.
âAre you sore, love?â he asked as he resumed his thrusts.
âNot really,â you gulped. âOnly in a good way.â
Harry chuckled, âAlright, good. Cause I want you legs up here.â Grabbing hold of your thighs, he lifted them over his shoulders. âThatâs it, kitten. Now, keep your pretty eyes on me.â
You had no problem with that request. His arms around you with your knees next to your ears, you couldnât do much more than stare at him. And he was a sight to behold. A curl had fallen from his forehead, and he already looked fucked out of his mind. Your entire body was on fire, inside and out. You couldnât look away if you tried.
Because of his close proximity, his thrusts were short and quick, his cock hitting you in just the right spot every time. You tried your best to keep breathing, though you could already feel yourself teetering close to the edge. And Harryâs grunts didnât help. He was so sexy, and it turned you on knowing you felt good around him.
âSo fucking wet baby, god damn,â he panted. âCan I fuck you like this every night?â
You blinked in surprise until you remembered your words from earlier. With a gentle smile, you nodded. âYes.â
âPromise? Cause I donât think I can go another week, sweetheart.â
âYes,â you swore to him, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you knew that it wasnât a lie.
Harryâs breaths quickened, and with a deep groan, he shut his eyes tight. Then with two more thrusts, his body trembled and he gasped in your ear.
âFuck. Oh, kitten, youâre amazing.â
Your fingers played in his hair as he laid on your chest. You listened to his breaths for a moment until he looked up at you.
âPlease donât leave,â he said.
âWhat?â
âTonight. Donât leave like last time, please. Stay with me.â
After a pause, you allowed your fingertips to draw shapes across his back. Then with a sigh you said his name.
âHmm?â he sounded, rolling onto his side next to you.
You turned and looked at him, giving him a smile. âI have no intention of leaving.â
With a grin of his own, Harry pulled you close and kissed you, no other words needed.
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want a taste | gojo satoru
/teɪst/ the sensation of flavour perceived in the mouth and throat on contact with a substance.
pairing. gojo x bff fem!reader
word count. 1.4k
synopsis. high out of their minds, reader decides to give gojo a blowjob in the middle of the cinema.
authors note. short smut bc i had gummies the other day and dreamt about sucking gojo off
The two of you cannot stop laughing, quiet snickers filling up the air, totally oblivious to the irritated glares coming from the random people trying to enjoy the movie.
âLook at her hair!â You bring your voice to a whisperâeven though your voice is practically boomingâand point at the awkward messy ponytail on the girl on the screen. It doesnât even look that bad; but your brain is fried and smoky, so it looks all wonky. âIt looks like you.â
The joke doesnât even make sense, but heâs laughing anyway.
âShut up.â He playfully shoves you away, already missing your warmth and tugs you back to rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing a hand along the curve of your shoulder, cherishing you close to him.
âDo you have another ?â You ask, sitting up for a second to dig through his coat pocket, pulling out a mini container filled with more gummies.
He watches as you eagerly throw another one in your mouth and has to stop you before you manage to grab another. âTake it easy, (y/n)ââ heâs snatching the other gummy from your mouth, slotting it back inside the container and putting it back into his pocket, ensuring its zipped up for more security.
âCâmonâdonât be a pussy.â Youâre pouting and trying to reach inside his pocket once more whilst also chewing pretty loudly on the gummy. Maybe its because your mouth feels so sore and numb that youâre chewing so recklessly, but you choose to blame it on the weed anyway. âGimme another, I donât feel it yetââ
âStop lyinâ youâre higher than me right now.â
Gojo still has some sense of where he is and his actions right now, but you? Gone. Faded. Disappeared.
âIâm not!â
âSHHHHHH!â A person a couple rows ahead of you has to turn around, hand over their lips and though half their face is covered from the darkness in the room, Gojo doesnât fail to see the bothersome look on his face that had been brewing the entirety of your stay here.
You shush him back just as loudly, giggling once more when he turns back around and mumbles some irritated words under his breath.
âSorry, repeat that?â You have no control over your volume and the man jolts in his seat at your booming voice. Gojo's hand moves so quickly and efficently, saving the day by planting it over your mouth, effectively shushing you for real this time as you struggle to rip his hand away.
âSorry about her.â He apologises to the few people in front of him. They all grunt out a âits fineâ despite the fact they all wanted to strangle you into the seat.
Fortunately for them, Gojoâs hand remains over your mouth for the next five minutes and youâre silenced.
You take this little time-out to examine Gojoâs face, losing yourself in the beauty known as his side profile as he watches the movie. He lightly chews on his bottom lip and you get the sudden urge to kiss him, see how they feel under your own.
You tap on his thighs once, twice before he nods at you, eyes still facing the screen as he watches, invested in the plot now.
âI wanna have sex.â
At that exact moment, a popcorn kernel gets lodged in his throat and he jolts forward, coughing a couple times to get it out.
âThat could be me choking on your dick if youâd let me.â You say with zero filter and Gojoâs ears go red, redder than youâd ever seen before. Itâs visible under the light of the big screen, slowly creeping up to his cheeks.
âYouâre not fucking funny, donâtââ The kernel is still there, just enjoying itself at home and its uncomfortable to speak.Â
He coughs once more and you sit up on the chair, latching your lips onto his neck, sucking on the skin there to make it as red as his ears.
âWeâre in publicâstop.âÂ
âWhen has that ever stopped you, hm?â You mumble against the length of his throat, sucking widly.Â
His actions completely conflict his thoughts, moving his neck to the side to give you more room. You hum against his skin, and he shivers feeling the vibrations ripple across his body.Â
You fight the urge to climb into his lap, fingers skimming over the zipper of his pants as you drag your lips up to his jawline, mapping your way up to his lips.
Gojo has to remind himself to blink when you kiss him, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in the feeling of your tongue licking into his mouth fervourously.
Maybe itâs the weed, or maybe youâre just a fucking good kisser; he doesnât know, but he allows you to control the kiss, holding his head in place as you switch angles, shifting further up the seat till youâre practically on his lap.
Itâs a miracle youâre both seated in the back row. Itâs late at night too, meaning most people arenât here but the little ones that are, they're all seated near the front.
Thereâs a three-row gap between your row and the nearest available person.
âCan I suck your dick?â Thereâs a thin string of spit connecting you both when you pull away, drawing him in with that seductive look in your eyes as you tug at the zipper of his jeans.
The chair squeaks when he pushes you off his lip and you smile up at him, dropping to your knees on the floor and fumble with his zipper.
Hooking his index finger, he bites down on it to stop himself from making any uncessary noisesâthe last thing he needs right now is to get kicked out of a public cinema.
He shivers when you bring his dick out of his pants, the cold air slapping against his shaft has him almost regretting he agreed to do this, but it is too late to back down now.
Way too late.
You look at his cock like it's single handedly the most beautiful thing youâd ever seen, tugging his pants down more to free his balls from the restraints of his boxers.
Leaning forward, your tongue at the tip, small kitten licks that have him sucking in a breath, holding the air in his lungs to stop himself from thrusting his hips up to feel more of your mouth.
He almost moans when your fingers drum against his balls, cupping them gently and massaging them as you fit the tip inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to stimulate his cock more.
âGod damn, fuckââ He rasps out, panting against his finger, biting down on it harder when you start bobbing your head up and down, up and down. âYour mouth, fuckââ He doesnât care anymore, thrusting his hips up to shove his cock so deep inside, craving the warm wetness of your mouth.
You choke, rather louder than you had expected but you donât care, not when your throat is being used like this. Tears brim at the corners of your eyes and your fingers fly up to the hand on your head, pressing down on your head to push yourself further.
He lets out a choked off gasp when his cock reaches the entrance of your throat, thrusting just a little more before heâs entering it. âFuck!â He pants, not really giving two fucks about his volume, pushing your head down till your nose brushes against his pelvis, keeping you there long enough before his tip starts to twitch, leaking out precum that you eagerly swallow.
Your throat muscles squeeze and contract around his cock and heâs biting his lip, hand flying up to his mouth to cover his moan as he explodes down your throat.
You swallow it all, waiting till every last bit is gone before you suck all the way to the tip of his cock, tapping his thigh to grab his attention. When his eyes meet yours, he almost cums again because youâre slowly taking him all the way once more; throat fully trained for his length and choke yourself a couple times at the base.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, I swear.â He says, voice shaky as he pants, trying to regulate his breathing. You smile around his cock when his hand cups your cheek, rubbing your skin and leaning into his touch.
âMmm, yeah you owe me though.â You slide back onto the chair next to him, two fingers hooking under his chin and dragging him to your face, greedily sucking on his lips.
He smiles when the taste of his cum just lingers in your mouth, slow languid strokes of his tongue against your own have you falling into soft moans.
What the both of you failed to realise is your volume; once again, totally oblivious to the disgustedly irritated glares coming from the people as they listen to the soft moans leaving your mouth as you let Gojo loudly suck along the length of your tongue.
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No Nut November - Duff
A/n: These were meant to be all put into one but then I made Duff's really long, then I made Axl's even longer, now I'm working on Steven's but the other's will also be posted separately, either way I hope you enjoy :3
Also if anyone wants to request more for Duff... ;)
Warnings: Smut, no nut November, fingering (f receiving), I completely forget everything that happened since I wrote it so if I missed anything please let me know :3
Intro
Duff walked out of the studio once they were done for the day. He had completely forgotten about the bet until Axl yelled out to him from across the parking lot. âDonât let Popcorn win, ya hear?!â Whether he was joking or not Duff couldnât tell, he didnât care all too much either.
Honestly, the bet didnât mean much to him in the first place, he just thought it would be fun to watch everyone else deal with it. He never put too much thought into whether or not heâd win or not, frankly he didnât care. All he wanted was to get home to his partner.
It was October 31st, his plan was to come home and celebrate Halloween with his love, explain what was happening and see where that went.
He walks through the door and is met with you, his girlfriend, wearing what could potentially be the most revealing costume heâs ever seen in his life.
You did a little spin as you frolicked over to him. âYou like it?â You asked with a big grin.
âLike what, the two inches of fabric covering your whole body?â He asked, a smile on his face as he admired you, his hands quickly finding their way to your hips.
âWhat, you no like?â You asked, looking down at yourself. âI got it for the party tonight.â Duff paused, suddenly this hot costume was no longer fun and games.
âYou plan on going out in that?â You looked back up to him. âBabe, thatâs a fucking thong and some cat ears.â You smiled and turned around.
âThereâs a tail, too.â Indeed there was. Duff pulled on the fluffy black thing dangling out of you. A buttplug. You got a buttplug for a costume.
Duff shook his head and pushed your further into your shared apartment. âNo way in hell are you leaving in that.â You laughed and flopped over onto the couch. Duff came right over to lay over top of you. âYou are staying here with me for one last perfect night.â His lips crashed against yours, you happily went along with it until what he said finally caught up with you.
You pushed him away from you and nearly fell off the couch. âLast night? What do you mean âlast nightâ?â You asked, tone full of worry.
Duff thought about what he said for a moment. âOh, God, no, thatâs not- thatâs not at all what I meant.â He blurted, pulling you close to him. He sat you in his lap and you shifted uncomfortably due to the toy stuffed inside you. âItâs just, the guys and I made this bet to see who could last the longest through November without cumming.â He explained, toying with your hair. You let out that breath you were holding in and curled into him.
âJesus, you fucking scared me, Duffy.â You mumbled. The bassist chuckled softly and kissed your forehead. You kissed his jaw, he kissed your nose, then you both met in the middle and your lips collided, ending in a heated makeout session.
You had your night and that was supposed to be that for the month.
A week passed and Duff was seemed fine. He hadnât had any wet dreams, no real neediness. He did ask you to cover up a little more, though he swears it was because it was chilly. You didnât necessarily plan on following through on this whole ordeal with him, still you hadnât made any attempt at anything with or without him.
The first weekend was fine, you had it off and had your fun lying around all day. Monday killed you. Everyone was being an ass, some kid even got on your nerves when he ran into you with an icecream in his hand, getting it all over your new pants.
That night you came home seething, wanting nothing more than to have Duff fuck you into next week but you couldnât even ask that.
You got in the apartment and slammed the door shut behind you, more than annoyed with the day. Duff poked his head out of the kitchen and, upon seeing you so distraught, he rushed over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. âWhat happened? Rough day?â He asked as he walked you over to the couch. You groaned loudly. âThat bad, huh?â Once he sat down you fell over, lying over the couch and his lap, covering your face with your hands.
âOh, fuck off, would you?â You grumbled. Your eyes shot open and you slowly moved your hands away from your face, peering up at Duff who glared back at you.
âWhat was that?â He asked, knowing there wouldnât be a good answer.
âI-Iâm just tired, I didnât-â
âNo, no,â he interrupted, âsay it again, I didnât hear you the first time.â Your lips pursed in a small pout as you stayed looking up at him. âWhat, you had a bad day and decided to be a brat?â You shook your head. âThought that I couldnât do anything about it for a whole month, hm?â
âNo, I just-â Duff cut you off again, this time with a harsh slap to your thigh, causing you to yelp.
âSay. It. Again.â He repeated. You let out a small whimper. Duff shook his head. âTsk, tsk... Sweetheart, itâs one thing to say something like that but itâs another to put on this act.â His voice was degrading, cold and mean. By God did it have your cunt blushing for him.
Duff knew he couldnât fuck you, heâd lose the bet for sure. He didnât plan on winning but he wasnât thrilled with the idea of losing, either. To get around this he just fingered you.
He had you in his lap, naked. Your legs hooked for his to give him full access to you and he took full advantage of it, his long, thick fingers pushing deep inside of you. He went slow, making sure to drive you crazy by hitting every spot, then heâd speed up and the room would fill with lewd sounds and loud moans as you cried out for him. Right before you came heâd stop and return to an even slower pace.
You stopped warning him when you were close in hopes of cumming but he knew anyway. âFuck, Duffy, please! Hah- âM so-sorry, please!â You whined, bucking your hips against him, searching for any amount of extra friction, just something to get you over the edge.
âYouâre sorry, are you?â He was right by your ear, lips caressing the shell of it. âYouâll be good if I let you cum?â You nodded enthusiastically.
âYes! Yes, yes, I-I promise, Iâll be good!â You were clenching around his experienced fingers in anticipation. Duff planted a few soft kisses along your neck as he continued his abuse on your hole, bringing you even closer to your release.
âCum for me, baby, cum on daddyâs fingers.â He whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back, your head fell onto his shoulder and your back arched as you came hard around his fingers.
You two never usually even made it a week without some kind of intimacy, even when he was on the road youâd call. That, paired with how much he teased you had a familiar yet different feeling building in your gut.
Instead of simply waves of pleasure rocking through you a gush of liquid shot out. It took Duff a second to realise what was happening but when he did he was quick to change tactics and pulled his fingers out of you to play with your clit, wanting to see as much of you squirting as he could.
He let you finish and gave you an extra few minutes to come back down from that. âI didnât know you could do that.â His voice was soft and sweet in your ear, a full 180 from the tone he had earlier.
You shrugged. âOne of us had to this month.â You joked, your voice airy and tired.
âYou thought I could see that and not cum?â You looked up at him with a brow raised. You twisted in his lap to see the giant stain forming in his shorts. âYour ass kept rubbing against me, I gave up halfway through, that was just the cherry on top.â He explained and pulled you to him, kissing your neck again. âYou know,â he started, ânow that there isnât a bet to worry about...â He trailed off.
Your brows raised and a smile came onto your face. You stood up and slowly started walking to the bedroom. When you were only a few steps away you turned back to him. âLast one in bottoms.â You teased. Duff booked it to the bedroom.
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