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slttygeto · 8 months

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°˖➴ when your baby …— (JJK MEN)

જ⁀➴ featuring: nanami kento, kamo choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru and gojo satoru.

જ⁀➴ word count: 2,6k

જ⁀➴ tags: fluff, pregnancy, birth, babies, domestic jjk men, they're all your husbands, them being perfect.

જ⁀➴ note: not proofread, some of these are a bit unrealistic, but keep in mind that it's fiction and i don't have a baby.

°˖➴ when your baby smiles for the first time: [nanami kento]

Birth was a blessing in itself, but having a partner as supportive as Kento made everything worth it, down to the sleepless nights you have been spending trying to get used to your baby’s constant need to be cuddled, fed and taken care of. You were frustrated, it was pretty evident by the tears welling up in your eyes every two seconds along with how you simply refused to be near anyone but your baby and Kento. Thankfully, he was always the one coaxing you to get out of the bed and sit on the balcony, have a full meal and relax while he took care of the baby.

On the outside, it seemed as though Kento had everything under control, and that nothing could affect him as long as you were okay. He never cried when you did (beside when he held the baby for the first time), and he made sure to validate your every frustration and fear, all while telling you that everything will be okay.

Which brings us to this moment, with both of you sitting on the couch with your baby on his lap. One of your favorite things about these nights was that Kento never skipped them and always made sure to play with your baby for a bit before helping you put her to bed. Even when he was incredibly exhausted.

Kento rocked your baby back and forth, enjoying the happy and curious noises leaving your daughter’s mouth. Your husband’s pointer was gently tracing her face, humming a soft tune about how adorable she was all while helping her be more aware of her body.

“And those are your eyes,” his tired voice came out. “And this is your nose,” accompanied with a boop, “and those are your precious cheeks,” a laugh escaped his lips when your daughter seemed to try to escape from the ticklish feeling of his finger and you chuckled at the scene. Your happiness was so contagious that your daughter’s lips twitched and a giggle escaped her lips.

“Oh,” Kento paused his movements but it only seemed to make your daughter giggle even more. “Look at you,” a smile broke on your husband’s face and he leans down to brush his nose against hers. “Is daddy your favorite comedian already?” And the louder her giggles got, the harder it was for your husband to contain his own laughter. He throws his head back on the couch and closes his eyes, and when he leans back down towards your baby girl, her smile only gets bigger and bigger.

You bring your legs up to your chest and watch the scene unfold with a heart full of love and adoration for your husband and the human being you both created. And when Nanami notices your silence, he supports his baby girl’s head with one hand and reaches his free hand towards your leg to caress it.

“Are you okay, darling?” To which you flash him with a smile that Kento could only describe as one that filled his heart to the brim.

“Never been better.”

°˖➴ when your baby first rolls over: [kamo choso]

You were well aware of how anxious and easily nervous your husband could get. Throughout your entire pregnancy, you were never allowed to be even a foot away from him. On a normal day, you would’ve asked for personal space, but lucky Choso, your pregnancy hormones seemed to make you even more attached to him.

Now that your baby boy was here, all of that anxiety and nervousness was doubled. Instead of worrying about one person and a bump, Choso had to make sure you and your baby were both okay all while trying not to tire himself to stay awake for you two. Night feeds were usually his favorite time of the day, despite your tired self and the sleepiness on your face, watching you try to hold your baby while feeding him always made him lean towards you and press a kiss to your forehead.

Your baby was about three months old when Choso started becoming even more involved with diaper and outfit changing. Not that he didn’t want to at the beginning, you were always far too nervous to let him do anything unsupervised. Your baby was currently on the bed while his father reached for the outfit that he laid out for him. And while Choso was always super careful, you had called out his name before walking into the room and so he turns his head to the door and is confused when you’re wide eyed and staring at the bed.

“What?”

“Look- the baby, Choso!” He turns to stare at his son and is pleasantly surprised when he notices that his son had fully rolled over and was now on his stomach. Your husband doesn’t say a thing as your baby makes noises, almost complaining to you both that he wasn’t seeing you and that his muscles were still too weak to support his head, so Choso rolls him on his back and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“…don’t you think it’s too soon for him to try to leave mid-conversation?”

“Baby,” you let out a chuckle. “I’m sure that’s not what he meant.”

“He’s moving too quickly! What do you mean he was able to roll over?” Your husband complains and he slowly dresses up your son.

“It just means our baby is healthy and functioning well.”

“Yeah,” Choso says softly before picking up your baby. “Our baby.”

°˖➴ when your baby starts crawling: [fushiguro toji]

Toji always thought that he didn’t deserve a second chance at life. He simply thought it was too late to start over, that was until he met you and you made him realize that ‘too late’ didn’t really have a place in your dictionary. You made him experience everything all over again; from falling in love to raising two healthy babies along with Megumi and Tsumiki. You gave him a second chance at being a father all while helping him fix his relationship with his kids.

You always made sure to help Tsumiki and Megumi with their homework while Toji stayed with your baby boy and baby girl. He would sit on the floor and watch as they struggled to even hold up their heads and try to reach for him.

“Come on now, I know you can do it,” Toji held the toy your baby boy was whining to his father to give him, and your husband was very stubborn about what his kids were capable of. Tsumiki and Megumi were already excelling at different sports and even academically, and despite you trying to convince your husband that your babies were only six months old, he wouldn’t listen.

Shifting his attention from his son to his daughter, he reaches for the toy in her hands and slowly takes it away from her. He watches as a pout forms on her lips and her eyes get teary almost immediately, and Toji has never believed in mother instinct as much as right now, because you burst out of the study room at the same time as your baby girl crying.

“Toji,” your disappointed tone as you walked towards the scene made the man turn back towards his babies.

“I just think they should be crawling by now.”

“They need time baby,” you step behind him and look over your baby girl who was trying to rub her teary eyes. “You can try by setting it in front of her, then she can try reaching for it.”

Your husband does as he is told and completely forgets about his son’s toy. Too focused on getting your daughter to move towards her toy, he fails to notice his son slowly crawling towards him to retrieve the small item sitting next to him but you do.

“Oh!” your gasp catches your husband’s attention and he immediately notices his son. “Come on baby! Good job!” Toji doesn’t waste time and turns back towards your daughter, gently coaxing her into moving towards her toy.

“Come on baby girl, come on,” it is very rare for Toji to be smiling so softly but whenever he was with his kids, his cheeks would end up hurting him from smiling too much.

Your daughter’s attention quickly shifts towards the person that walks out of the study room, and when her eyes fall on Megumi, a giggle escapes her lips and she starts moving towards her older brother. You and Toji watch in awe as Megumi sits cross legged on the floor and talks very softly to his baby sister, words of encouragement leaving his lips as your baby girl stops a couple of times and whines at the difficult task at hand.

“Just a bit more, come on,” But once in Megumi’s arms, the boy holds her carefully before walking back towards you and his dad. Toji stands up with his younger son in his arms before patting Megumi’s head.

“Good job, boy. You did well.” To which Megumi responds to with a shy nod before handing you his baby sister.

Moments like these sure made it feel like everything in life was worth it.

°˖➴ when your baby says their first word: [geto suguru]

You never knew you could fall in love twice until you saw your husband become a father to your beautiful baby girls. Not only was he supportive, which was obviously the bare minimum, he still managed to be present for all three of his girls at the same time. The girls were obsessed with their father, and rightfully so, but something you truly admired about your husband was that he made sure to include himself during their play time.

And despite your attempts at convincing him that play time meant playing with dolls and plushies, Suguru was adamant on teaching his little girls very interesting words that had their tiny eight month old brains almost short circuit.

“Sugu, easy there. They can’t possibly know what pontificate means.” You say followed with a low chuckle, watching as the man sat down on the floor with his legs spread wide open for his two girls to sit in the space there and glance at the book their father was holding.

“My girls are smart like their parents,” your husband says with a serious look on his face. “I need their first words to be something smart, something big…”

“I need something that screams Beyoncé,” you say jokingly and your husband shoots you a playful glare.

“Be serious.”

You squat in front of your baby girls and it immediately shifts their attention from the book Suguru was holding and you smile at that. You instinctively open your arms and wait for them to crawl towards you, but instead one of the girls looks back at Suguru and waits for him to look down at her.

“Mama,” your little girl turns to her sister before staring at you and starts crawling towards you and your jaw almost touches the floor.

“Did you just say mama?”

“Mamama,” your other daughter mimics her sister and tries to escape Suguru’s hold, but he catches her in his arms and his happiness seems to be a lot more obvious than yours.

“Yeah baby, that’s mama! She said mama, did you hear that?” You grab your baby girl who was crawling towards you and grin at your husband.

“Didn’t you say you wanted their first word to be something big?”

“You’re their everything, so it is something big.” There was no doubt that you picked the right person to father your children.

°˖➴ when your baby starts walking: [gojo satoru]

You’ve always known that your baby was going to be as hyper as Satoru. Ever since he was in the womb, your baby would not stop moving and kicking, it even resulted in him almost wrapping the umbilical cord around his neck but thankfully, the birth went great and he came out as healthy as ever.

Despite being so sure that the baby would be a carbon copy of his father, your baby boy ended up taking your every facial feature. Satoru couldn’t deny that he wished his baby had his white hair, but something about having a second human looking exactly like you melted his heart. But that was literally the only thing the baby had about you, just the looks. Because God, was he an active baby.

He was holding his head up and rolling on his stomach faster than you had expected, and since Satoru loved to test his boy’s limits, your baby ended up crawling soon after. Not even two months later, your baby was saying his first words and all you could do was nod and smile as people told you how unique your baby was, and a part of you could only wish that you would shelter him from all the attention he was getting. But he was a Gojo, and stuff like this was bound to happen.

But the moment your husband noticed your discomfort, he immediately stopped accepting people when they asked to come over. He was excited to become a father, but it wouldn’t be the same if it meant robbing you of the same place that was supposed to bring you comfort.

And apparently, only he could keep up with his son’s hyper self. Crawling from corner to corner, squealing in excitement and tossing his toys around, Satoru even encouraged his son to grab onto the couch and crawl around the space that was heavily baby-proofed.

“Ah, you’re so eager to walk, aren’t you?” Satoru teases his son as he tries to hold onto the couch and stand up. With a little bit of support on his bum, your baby managed to stand up but freezes there and turns his head to the side where his father was staring at him.

“What, are you scared? It’s not so fun anymore, hm?” Your husband teases your son who seems to be taking his father’s words not very well. He pouts and rests his head on the couch, refusing to look at his dad and Satoru laughs out loud.

“Come on, I was only joking, you’re good at everything just like your dad.” You eventually walk down the stairs and you raise an eyebrow at your pouting eleven month old son.

“What did you do?” you immediately pin the blame onto your husband who gasps and puts a hand on his chest.

“I didn’t do anything!” He pats your son’s bum as your baby’s wobbly legs try to move him around the couch and towards you. “He stood up and got scared, and I found it funny.”

“Oh baby,” you squat down to your baby’s level and reach out your hands to grab him. “Papa is so mean, isn’t he?”

“Am not,” Satoru rolls his eyes but he watches as your son reaches the end of the couch and hesitates to let go. You lock eyes with your baby, and your husband thinks it’s a beautiful example of mothers and babies silently communicating, because no words were exchanged yet your baby knew to trust you completely.

He doesn’t fall into your arms but instead, he pushes himself away from the couch and takes a very small step towards you. You try not to gasp in surprise, and you wait as he takes another step—then another, and another before falling in your embrace and both you and Satoru are wide eyed and surprised at what just happened.

“He just—“

“He walked!” Your husband jumps from his spot on the ground and takes your baby in his arms. “My son is one of a kind! I’m telling you, he will win a nobel prize—“

Satoru always found a way to be excited about any of his son’s milestones.

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surftrips · 4 months

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ABOUT YOU | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

request: luke x reader fluff w like an aphrodite!reader? reader is all sunshine and flowers and makes luke all soft/campers teasing luke abt the way reader changed him 🤭

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is probably my favorite luke fic that i've written so far thank u so much anon for sending this request in! writing aphrodite!reader is so much fun, i'm such a sucker for the opposites trope. hope you all enjoy 🤍

You were the human embodiment of sunshine, a real life angel. Gentle, kind, and lovely— in other words, the complete and total opposite of Luke Castellan. He was dark and broody, strong and rough, and not totally unfriendly, but definitely intimidating.

But even if you weren’t the daughter of Aphrodite, Luke believed that you would still be just as beautiful. There was something in the way you carried yourself that had made his heart surrender the second he laid eyes on you. You became the one and only exception in his long list of grievances.

So it came as no surprise to anyone at camp when the two of you started dating, just to the dismay of many of your admirers and a few of Luke’s as well. If there was one thing you had in common, it was your beauty. With his puppy dog eyes and curly brown hair, Luke was a sight for sore eyes, almost as much as you were.

One day, you were walking hand in hand when one of the younger campers accidentally bumped into Luke. On any other occasion, Luke might have started an altercation, but today, he simply smiled and said, “Just be careful next time.” The camper stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked into place as you softly giggled.

“What?” he smiled, looking over at you as the kid took it as an opportunity to run away.

“Nothing,” you mused. “Just that I think you’re getting soft, Luke Castellan.” You poked a finger at his chest playfully.

“What?” he shook his head. “No, I’m not.”

Though he attempts to keep a serious face, you could see the amusement in his eyes. He often looked at you like this, ready to go along with anything you said— no matter how silly or whimsical your remarks.

“Okay, lover boy. Whatever you say,” you shrugged, offering him a kiss on his cheek that instantly causes color to rush into his face. Ignoring that he’s just proven your point, he attempts to hide his expression by seeking solace in the crook of your neck. He would never admit it to anyone, but he often thought his favorite place at camp was the spot in between your jaw and collarbone.

Even though most of the campers were still a little frightened by the idea of approaching Luke, his closest friends were not afraid to speak their minds.

“Dude, you’re like, totally whipped for her,” Percy remarked over lunch once.

“And you’re like, totally fourteen years old,” Luke said.

“I think the fourteen year old’s right,” Chris jumped in.

“Dude! I thought you were supposed to have my back,” Luke throws up his arms in mock aggravation.

The two boys snickered, causing Luke to speak up again. “I am not whipped for Y/N.”

“Oh, sure,” Chris began. “So the reason you’re practically skipping around camp and letting whatever team Aphrodite cabin is in win Capture the Flag is because…?”

“Oh, and don’t forget the constant checking his phone to see if she texted back and sharing his blanket with her at the campfire!” Percy pointed out. “Meanwhile, I’m over here freezing…”

“Maybe,” Luke scrambled to come up with an answer. “Maybe, I was just in a really good mood those days. It could have absolutely nothing to do with Y/N.”

He barely believed the words himself, and Chris and Percy were certainly not convinced. Luke wasn’t even sure why he felt the need to defend himself.

“Dude, it’s okay if you are, she’s literally your girlfriend,” Chris said.

“Hey! I have an idea, let’s ask Annabeth!” Percy declared.

“Annabeth? Why her?” Luke furrowed his brow.

“Because, she’s a girl. And she’s known you the longest, she can give us a real answer,” Percy said matter-of-factly.

Luke thought it over. The young boy was technically right, Annabeth was like a little sister to him. If anyone could tell if he had changed since dating you, it would be her. This came as both a good and bad realization to him, because what if he had changed? Gods, was it that obvious?

Before he could agree to asking Annabeth, the young girl was already at their table. Percy must have called her over while Luke was thinking.

“What’s up?” she asked, sitting down across from him with her plate of food.

“Oh, nothing, just talking about how soft Luke has gotten since he started dating Y/N,” Chris explained with a grin on his face.

“Oh?” Annabeth said, seemingly amused.

“Yeah, we actually wanted to get your opinion,” Percy continued. “Would you say you agree or disagree, that you know, Luke is nicer now that he’s with Y/N?”

Annabeth seemed to think it over for a second. “Gods, you guys are such children,” she scoffed.

“Thank you!” Luke cut in.

“I mean, all of you,” she looked at Luke pointedly. “Why do you care what a bunch of kids think about you anyway? And not that it matters, but you, Castellan, are most definitely whipped for Y/N.”

That shut Luke up immediately, and caused cheers to erupt from Chris and Percy, who were clapping each other on their backs as if they had just won Capture the Flag.

Annabeth smiled and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say “Sorry, Luke. It’s true.”

Later that night, Luke snuck over to the Aphrodite Cabin to find you. You were surprised when Luke woke you up, it had been a while since he came seeking your comfort in the middle of the night. He used to have bad nightmares, but you noticed he had gotten better since you started dating. You’d like to think it was because of you, but perhaps that would be thinking too highly of yourself.

In an effort to clear his mind, you suggested to go on a walk together. He agreed, and you climbed out of bed as quietly as you could.

You allowed him a few minutes of silence until his heavy breathing had slowed down and his grip on your hand had loosened.

“What’s on your mind, hon?” you asked softly.

Luke didn’t respond at first, distracting himself by tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. You were happy to give him as much time as he needed, placing your other hand on his back and gently drawing circles.

After a while, he did speak up. “Uhm, do you think that I’m, like, unapproachable?”

Your heart sank and you stopped in your tracks. “What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know, it’s just something that’s been on my mind recently.”

“Luke, is this about what I said to you the other day? Because I didn’t mean it like that—”

“No, baby,” he rushed. The last thing he wanted was for you to think you had done something wrong. He wasn’t sure that you could ever do wrong, not in his eyes. “I was just talking to Percy and Chris at lunch today and they were kind of teasing me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your boyfriend, Mr. Tough Guy, being teased by a few kids younger than him. “I’m sorry, babe. Continue,” you placed a supportive hand on his chest as you regained your composure.

“They said that I’ve changed since we started dating.”

Though you were an expert in human emotion, there were still times you couldn’t read the expression on Luke’s face. You couldn’t tell if he thought of this as a bad thing, or if he was just curious to see what you thought. You decided on the latter. “Changed how so?”

“They think I’m soft now because I’m always in a good mood and stuff…” he trailed off. Even now, in the dark of the night, you could tell he was blushing.

“Well,” you started, trying to find the right words. “You know, I was just teasing you the other day, babe. I think you’ve always been this way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think you’ve always been a giant teddy bear,” you grinned, unable to contain yourself. “Luke, you’re not as bad as everyone thinks you are.”

By now, both of you had stopped walking. Ever since Luke arrived at camp, he had been characterized as the tough, stony, and slightly antagonistic guy. All because of a scar he carried and the stories of what he had gone through with Annabeth and Thalia. Many people were still intimidated by him, despite his position as the counselor in Hermes and his job to welcome newcomers. It had been so long, he wasn’t sure if this was the way he was, or the way that he was made to be.

As if reading his thoughts, you said, “You don’t have to be what they tell you to be. Do you know the words I use to describe you when someone asks me about you?”

Unable to speak, Luke simply shook his head.

“Gentle, kind, and lovely.”

Luke wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but certainly nothing close to the words you had chosen. “You do not,” he objected.

“I'm serious, baby,” you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in until your foreheads were touching. “I think you’re the most wonderful and caring guy I’ve ever met. I think you always have been, you just don’t always show it.”

He stared at you intently before pulling a loose strand of hair out of your face. You kissed the top of his head, “I must be one lucky girl.”

“Hey, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s that I’m the lucky one,” he said, before pulling you in for a kiss.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson series #percy jackson #pjo #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson x reader #pjo x you #luke castellan x you

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esquen · 7 months

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Since seeing the movie I can't stop thinking about Mike x Abbys babysitter reader 🫢

oh u guys are gonna KILL ME!!!

reader has female anatomy.

you’d been abby’s go to babysitter since you moved in next door. she was very young, probably five or four. her brother had seen you painting your fence and made his way over to you to try and make small talk.

“yeah, we’ve lived here since she was born,” he explained as you stood up, leaving your brush in the paint bucket. “been lookin’ for a babysitter since i started my new job.” he shrugged. you celebrated mentally, as you’d been waiting for a job to pop up around you. this is exactly what you needed.

fast forward a good four years, you’d been spending your days at the schmidt house. your pay slowly decreased as mike continued to find it hard to pay his bills, but you didn’t mind. you had your own job that would keep you afloat with your bills, and the extra money you received from mike would cover your clothes and food.

this day wasn’t any different from the previous three weeks. laid up on the couch with your own blanket you brung from home, awaiting mike’s arrival. the tv was buzzing quietly as your eyes became droopy.

the sound of the door opening startled you, pushing yourself onto your knees to greet mike. “hey.” you said softly as he kicked his shoes off and waddled towards the small couch, jumping onto it. “hi.” he greeted, closing his eyes for a second.

“abby ate a few bites of her dinner, breakfast is in the microwave. she’s been in bed since you left and i made sure she brushed her teeth and finished her homework,” you ran down, kicking the blanket off and standing up. “i should go.” you sigh.

mike stands up quickly, grabbing your shirt. “hold on,” he grunts, standing in front of you now. “i’m sorry i haven’t been able to pay you—“ he mutters.

“mike, we have this conversation every week. it’s okay, i swear.” you laugh, moving to hold his wrist. “i know you put a lot of effort into taking care of abby.” he mutters, moving closer to you.

“yeah..” you let out a breathy sigh, hands shaking as he moves his hand from you. “you deserve.. something.” he shrugs, hands coming up to hold your hips.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving your hands down to grasp his wrists, your eyes scan his face. “is this okay?” he asks, moving his left hand to hold your back and press you closer to him.

you nod, hands moving up his arms and holding him tightly. he tilts his head and presses a kiss to your lips, making you melt. you whimper into his mouth, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

he moves you towards his bedroom, lips never leaving your skin as he watches out behind you to make sure you don’t bump into anything.

he slams the door shut with his foot, and it almost alarms you at the fact that he could’ve easily woken up abby. he moves his hand from your hip to lock the door, continuing to gently push you towards the bed. “how long has it been since you started babysitting abby?” he asked as his lips made contact with your neck.

“i— i don’t know.. a few years, three or four?” you choke out, moving to hold the back of his head. “been wantin’ you for so long,” he mutters, sucking a bit harder on the base of your neck. “about time i get to have you.” he sighs.

his fingers move to the band of your sweatpants, grabbing them and pulling it down feverishly. his warm hands make contact with your thighs, pulling them apart and feeling at your cunt.

“mm, you like this more than i do.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your tummy and leaning further down into you. he wraps his arms around the base of your thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, licking his lips before pulling you into his mouth.

the initial feeling of his mouth made you gasp, hand moving down to hold his hair. the grip he had on your thighs made it impossible to scoot away from his tongue as he basically made out with your pussy.

to stabilize yourself, you grabbed at the sheets of his bed as his tongue made constant contact with your clit. you winced, moving to hold your shirt up and watch him eat you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

the closer you got to your orgasm, the harsher you got on his hair. you began to push his head away, squirm your hips, and bite into your hand. and everytime, he shook your hand away, held your tighter, and flicked his tongue faster.

he had no problem finishing you up. you shook gently as your orgasm passed through you, and mike happily pressed another kiss to your swollen clit.

he reached into his back pocket and took out a $20 bill, holding it out to you. “i thought you said.. you couldn’t?” you asked, grabbing the bill gently.

“i know. had to find a way to get you on my tongue.” he smiled and pat the side of your thigh, moving your sweatpants back into place just as abby’s room door opened up.

#mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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hoonieshoney · 11 days

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𓆩♱𓆪Synopsis: After years of torment, abuse and humiliation at the hands of your bully Park Sunghoon, you finally learned how to control your crying. He hates that. He can’t help it, he thinks you’re the prettiest when you cry. Looks like he’s going to have to think of other ways to make you cry.

𓆩♱𓆪Warnings: DARK CONTENT. Noncon/Dubcon, bullying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (male rec), slapping, spanking, choking, dirty talk, cursing, smoking, degradation, creampie, hair pulling

𓆩♱𓆪Pairing: Bully!Sunghoon x Female Reader

𓆩♱𓆪Word Count: 6.6k

𓆩♱𓆪Taglist: @jooniesbears-blog @pockettwinzz @sunghoonsgff @jakeflvrs @snoopypupp @jwnghyuns @deobitifull l l @iveivory @acciojaeyun @lilyuwon @skylaly @stacey-stonem @nshmrarki

𓆩♱𓆪Part of the 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 but can be read as a stand alone; your choice!

[Author Note: thanks for being patient with me little ducklings. I’m happy to have you here and I hope you enjoy this! I appreciate every single one of your comments/likes/reblogs ❤️ ]

“Are you really crying right now?” He mused, his friends behind him laughing at you on your knees. You scramble quickly trying to pick up the last few papers that flew to the ground when you accidentally ran into Park Sunghoon.

“I said I was sorry..you-you don’t have to be so mean..” Silent tears stream down your face, avoiding his gaze as you continue to grab the papers.

He crouches down and smirks at your tear stained cheeks, he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. Big eyes stare into his sharp eyes as the tears continue to fall.His gaze was hard and dark, laced with amusement as he watched your trembling bottom lip and wet cheeks.

“You’re such a fucking cry baby,” he sneers.

You shake the memory out of your head watching Sunghoon enter the classroom with Lee Heeseung. You’ve known of him and his stuck up friends since the first day of college, he was apparently a wonderful person. He has lots of friends, he's a top student, his family comes from money, he has pretty girls hanging around him all the time. You never really saw that side of him.

It was as if it was his personal mission to make you miserable. You bumped into him and fell straight onto your ass the first day of college and he made it his goal to make you cry every chance he got since that day. Branding you with the humiliating name, cry baby. Everyone knew who you were and they also loved to taunt you with the degrading name.

Thankfully, you grew out of that humiliating phase. Since starting your third year of college, it's almost like you’ve become numb to the constant name calling, tripping, pushing, and humiliation at his hands. You don’t cry anymore. You have no tears left to give him. Just one more year of college, and you’ll be free from ever having to see that smug little grin of his.

“Hey cry baby, nice sweater.” A deep chuckle enters your right ear. You roll your eyes and focus on your laptop screen, you can see Sunghoon out of your peripheral vision as he starts to walk behind your seat to get to his seat. He grabs a handful of your sweater at the neck and pulls harshly causing your head to jerk back a little.

He watched your face stay nonchalant and stare at the laptop in front of you. Rolling his eyes he lets go of the fabric and takes his seat next to his best friend Jake a few seats down. “I think you broke her,” the Australian muses. He looks at you again as you continue to type on your computer, not sparing him a second glance.

“Nah, she’s still a cry baby.”

“You haven’t made her cry in like two years, dude. I don’t think she carries that title anymore.”

He smirks at his friend, “I just need to be more creative is all.”

“You’re so down bad for her,” Jake laughs leaning back in his chair. “I don’t get it, you can have anyone you want on this campus. Why do you have such a hard on for her?”

“I don’t have a hard on for her.” Sunghoon sighs looking at you again, you’re still typing, your face in a concentrated pout.

“You can’t lie to us, you have those fuck me eyes everytime shes around.” Heeseung snorted, taking his seat with them.

He looks at him and shrugs, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

He’s lying. He does have the “fuck me” eyes everytime you’re around. He can’t help it, seeing you cry gives him a raging hard on. He usually doesn’t get his head wrapped around girls, but fuck, when you’re crying…it does something to him, it wakes something in him. And it’s been two fucking years since he’s seen those pretty eyes shed tears, and he’s slowly loosing his fucking mind.

“Maybe you should try being nice to her, Hoon, girls like romantic shit.” Jake teases nudging him with his elbow.

He cocks his head to the side and smirks at his friend, “ah, Jakey. I don’t want to be nice to her..” his eyes shifted to you again. “I want to fucking break her.”

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“How was class?” Your best friend and roommate Sunoo smiles at you when you leave your classroom. “Tiring, all I can think about is sleep.” You mumble as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah? We can have an early dinner and call it a night if you want?”

“Early dinner sounds great, but I have to spend some time at the campus library tonight, I need to finish my research paper.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” He smiles as you both walk in the direction of the building's exit. You shake your head, “No, I’ll be fine Sun, it’ll be boring for you.”

“I don’t mind, you’ve been so stressed lately, I just want you to take care of yourself.” He pulls you closer to him squeezing you.

“I know Sun, once this research paper is done I’ll take a break. Maybe we can take a mini trip somewhere.” You smile squeezing him back.

“It’s a deal babe, let's get some food in you so have some energy for your study session.”

Obnoxious laughter rings in your ears making you internally recoil, “don’t pay attention to them.” Sunoo mumbles leading you out of the building.

“I never do.”

Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jake shove themselves in between you and Sunoo knocking his backpack off his shoulder and your textbook out of your arms. “Oops! Sorry!” Sunghoon said dramatically, placing his hand over his heart with a faux shocked expression.

“Asshole,” Sunoo mumbled, grabbing his backpack. Sunghoon’s face quickly turned hard as he cracked his neck to the side with a glare. “Did you say something?”

“No…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

The three boys laugh, Sunghoon kicks your textbook further away before shooting you a wink and walking away with his friends. Who would have thought you’d still be dealing with immature bullies into adulthood?

“You okay Sun?”

He grabs your textbook and smiles softly, “I’m fine, come on. Let’s go home.”

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It's 9:40 in the evening when you finally look at the library clock. Looking around as you straighten your back and stretch your arms, you notice the library is empty. It was convenient that the campus library stayed open until midnight, the only inconvenience was the fact that it was usually empty and slightly eerie past eight pm.

Must be his lucky day.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here..” A taunting deep voice chuckles out. Of course.

“What do you want, Sunghoon? I’m busy.” You don’t even look at him when you speak. Focusing your attention back to your laptop as you continue to type your research paper.

“Can’t I just say hello to you?”

“No.”

“Why not, cry baby?”

You finally spare him a small glance from your laptop to look at him. Both his palms are pressed on the table and he has that signature smug look on his face, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes. Rolling your eyes you look back down to your work. What was with this asshole?

“I haven’t cried in two years, Sunghoon. I don’t want to be called that anymore. And I don’t want to talk to you. There’s nothing I have to say to you.” You never break eye contact with your work as you bite every word at him.

Walking over to you he stands behind you and places both of his hands on your shoulders roughly squeezing them.

“You really need to learn some manners, cry baby. That was incredibly rude, I’m being nice here.”

His condescending tone caused something to snap inside of you and before you could think you scooted your chair from out under you, quickly knocking the back of the chair into his stomach causing him to groan out in surprise and pain. “I’m rude? Sunghoon, you’ve been nothing but a dick to me since the first day of classes. And now you expect me to sit here and be polite to you? Fuck you.”

Just as quickly as you snapped, at hearing your tone and words something snapped in him too. An eerie smile took his face, both canines fully exposed to you, before you could sit back down his hand was around your throat and pushing you up against the nearest bookshelf aggressively. The shelf shook on impact and a few books toppled over to the floor.

“O-Ow..S-Sung-”

“Shut the fuck up! You think you can get away with talking to me like that? You stupid bitch..” His tall frame towered over you, his hand keeping a tight grip on your throat restricting the airflow. Panic starts to rise, you try to escape his grasp but his hand only squeezes harder. Both your hands try to pry his large one off scratching at his smooth skin, he clicks his teeth and pulls you forward a little before slamming your back against the shelf again knocking more books off of the shelf.

And then, it happens. His dark eyes twinkle watching your waterline brim with tears. Another eerie smile takes over as he moves his face closer to yours, he squeezes your neck a little harder, moving his face closer and you choke out a gurgled sound and let the tears spill over and stream down your red cheeks. This was different from any previous time he’s seen you cry, the panicked look on your face, your parted lips gasping for air, this feeling he had was new.

He hums and takes in the delicious sight he’s been missing for two years. So this is what he has to do. His cock is twitching at the sight, but he wants to build this up. Rubbing the tip of his nose against yours he sighs, licking his lips he sticks his tongue and licks the stream of salty tears off both your cheeks.

“See you later, cry baby.” He grins, throwing you to the floor. You land on your back and cough aggressively letting the airflow back into your lungs. Your back is now radiating with more pain from the impact of the wooden floor. He watches you for a few seconds with an unreadable look before he walks away.

This was different from every time before.

Oh cry baby, you’ve just opened Pandora's box.

You lay for a few minutes replaying the events. He’s always been rough with you, but he’s never choked you before. He usually never went further than a shove to throw you off balance..but this?...he choked you..and licked your tears?

Sitting up, you cry. For the first time in two years, you sob into your hands at the assault just taken on your neck. What the fuck. Do you tell someone? He’s got connections everywhere, would they even believe you? Was this going to happen again?

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“Fuck..”You mumble rubbing the bruised skin of your neck looking in your vanity mirror. It’s sore and covered in shades of red and purple bruising.

“You look out of it..are you okay?” Sunoo asks, startling you as he enters your bedroom. You jerk up the fabric of the turtleneck you’re wearing avoiding his gaze through the mirror, “isn’t it kind of warm for a turtleneck?”

Patting the sweater down on your neck more you shrug avoiding his worried gaze, “I feel cold.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying right?” He sits on your bed with a piece of toast between his teeth.

“I’m just tired and cold, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He studies your face for a few seconds. The bags under your eyes are prominent, your hair is disheveled like you tossed and turned all night and didn’t bother brushing it out of exhaustion. He knows you’re lying, but he won’t push it, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“I made extra breakfast, you should eat before class today.” He redirects the conversation showing you his toast.

“I’m not really hungry Sun, I promise I’ll get a good lunch. I just need to get to class a little bit early today, I didn’t get much work done last night.” You place your backpack on your bruised back and wince slightly. Your back was also painted in bruised hues from the impact of the library floor.

His eyebrows raise slightly, “really? You were gone for hours?” You can tell he’s studying your reactions and responses, you avoid his eyes again, if you looked into the eyes of your sweet best friend you knew the waterworks would be inevitable.

Grabbing your backpack you give him a small smile still avoiding looking into his eyes, “It was hard to focus, I think going to class early will work out better.”

“Oh okay, well, be safe..please eat!” He calls out after you as you grab your keys and leave your shared apartment.

You couldn’t sleep. You stayed up most of the night staring at the ceiling and replaying the events of the library. You never cried out of fear of him before, the tears were always out of frustration and embarrassment. But last night, the look in his eyes had you feeling genuine fear of him for the first time.

Entering the campus building you feel relief, it's still twenty minutes before the scheduled class and only a few students were around. That is until you see a familiar tall frame in the hallway near the classroom you need to go to. He’s laughing at something Heeseung is showing him and Jake on his phone. Fear creeps on your skin causing goosebumps, surely he wouldn’t do anything in broad daylight, right?

You take your phone out of your back pocket and pretend to send a text as you keep your head hung low and walk quickly past the boys. Out of your peripheral vision they don’t seem to notice or pay attention to you. Entering the empty classroom you finally let the breath out that you’ve been holding in, walking to your seat.

“Are you avoiding me, cry baby?” His deep voice creeps up from the doorway.

Fuck

“Sunghoon..I don’t want any trouble. I won’t tell anyone about the library..just please, leave me alone.” You whispered avoiding looking at him as you unpack your backpack.

“Nice turtleneck,” you can hear the smugness in his tone and hear his footsteps approaching. He can see you tense up and it only adds to his excitement.

“I just wanted to apologize,” He jumps up and sits on the desk next to your schoolwork.

Apologize? Sunghoon wants to apologize?

“...Really?”

“Yeah, I got a little carried away last night..you just really hurt my feelings. I’m not good at rejection, especially from someone I really like.”

He was trying hard to keep his voice steady but he really wanted to laugh at how stupid he sounded. He watches your eyes finally look at him in confusion.

“You like me? I don’t believe you...”

“I really do, I guess I’ve been a little immature at my approach. I’m like those little boys with a crush and pulling on the cute girls' pigtails to get their attention.” He tried really hard to make his smile soft but he really wanted to scoff at how much of a pathetic loser he sounded, he needed to make this believable.

He watches your brows furrow with a cute pout.

“I think..you’re fucking with me. You choked me, Sunghoon.”

“You know you technically hit me first, baby. With the back of your chair, some would say I acted in self defense.” He said, trying to keep his tone light and playful.

“I..that was an accident..” You shake your head looking at the floor.

His long fingers grabbed your chin gently forcing you to look at him. His gaze was soft, his pretty pink lips in a gentle smile, his face was close enough to yours to smell his toothpaste and the faint linger of cigarettes.

“It still hurt me baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. But you meant to hurt me.”

He watches your eyes widen and pink tint your face, he bites back the cocky grin he’s desperate to show. He knows he’s sending you mixed signals, he’s doing it on purpose.

“You didn’t..you didn’t have to choke me and throw me on the floor.”

“I know baby, that was a fucked up thing I did. Let me make it up to you.” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip making it pout more.

“How?”

“Meet me at Jake’s party tonight”

“I don’t go to those things. And I don’t trust you...”

“I know we’ve had a shaky past, baby, but how can we get past it if you won’t let me show you how sorry I am?”

“Why a party? Can’t we go out to dinner or something?”

Got ya, cry baby. You think this is a date, haha.

“It’s a casual setting for us to get to know each other better. Make sure we’re really compatible before we do the other stuff.”

“I don’t know…”

Jake and Heeseung stand in the doorframe watching the scene with amused but confused smirks on their faces.

“Don’t think about it too much, just meet me there.”

Another student enters the classroom, he releases your face and hops off the desk and walks to his seat with the two boys trailing behind.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He smiles at you before sitting down, leaving you more confused.

“So it looks like things took a positive turn with your girl?” Heeseung smirked.

“Yeah, are you paying her to talk to you or something.” Jake teased, causing Heeseung to laugh.

“Fuck off, I have a plan.”

“A plan? Oh fuck, this outta be good.” Heeseung smirked.

“I have it all sorted boys. By the way..how is your angel doing? Haven’t seen her around school much anymore.” Sunghoon asked, cocking an eyebrow at his older friend trying to take the attention off of him.

Heeseung’s smile turned wolfish, a small dangerous gleam in his eye. “She’s...taking the rest of the semester off. But, you’ll see her tonight at the party.”

“Why did she leave in the middle of the semester?” Jake asked, pulling his laptop out. “Don’t worry about it. We’re not here to talk about me and my girl. We’re here to talk about Hoon's lame ass plan.”

“Fuck off, asshole. I’m just playing with her head for a bit..”

“You’re such a sick fuck.” Jake laughed with Heeseung, throwing his head back. “Ah, poor girl.”

“So is Heeseung! He literally fucked the pastors daughter on a church altar.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes at his laughing friends.

“That’s true, Heeseung you’re a sick fuck too!” Jake continued laughing clutching his stomach.

“You have no room to talk, you jerk off in your step sister's panties.” Heeseung scoffed.

Jake stopped laughing but kept a playful smile on his lips. “I do, ahh, my pretty pretty step sister.” He hummed, closing his eyes.

“You’re the sick fuck.” Sunghoon mumbled. Jake’s step sister was really hot.

“Anyways.” Heeseung interjected, “seriously man, what is your plan?”

“None of your concern.” Sunghoon shrugged. The two older boys looked at each other skeptically.

“What?” He was beginning to get annoyed.

“We just don’t understand your motive here, man. Are you just trying to fuck her? Or is there something deeper going on?” Heeseung asked, leaning back on his desk chair.

Sunghoon sighed, “I’ll let you know that when I figure it out.

That was the truth.

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Walking into Sunoo’s room you sit on his bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to your chest. His back is turned to you while he’s playing and cursing at a computer game.

“Something weird happened today, Sun.”

“Yeah? Tell me what FUCK-tell me what happened?” He says with his eyes still glued to the gaming screen.

“I think Sunghoon asked me out.”

The clicking of buttons on his computer abruptly stopped, the clink of his controller hitting the desk made you chew your bottom lip nervously. He swiveled his desk chair around to face you, with a confused and appalled expression on his face.

“Elaborate?”

“He apologized for…” you paused remembering not to tell him about the library incident “being an asshole these past few years. He said he was trying to get my attention because he likes me. He wants me to hang out with him tonight at Jake’s party.”

“You’re not going, right?”

“I don’t know…”

He stares at you for a minute and laughs humorlessly, “you’re not seriously considering meeting up with him? After everything? You’re willing to forget about all the torment he gave you because he gave you some bullshit confession and a pretty boy smile?”

“Sunoo..”

“No. You can’t be this stupid, it’s obviously a setup! He’s never spared you a second glance, now all of a sudden he likes you? It has to be a prank, he’s trying to humiliate you.”

His words hit you in the chest, you know he’s coming from a good place but it stings. The familiar pain of rejection resurfaces in your heart with its insecurities attached. Sunghoon is popular, he has no problem landing dates, and you? You were his amusement, maybe Sunoo was right, this was a setup. Still the lingering thoughts that maybe he could genuinely like you battle against the logical side of your brain.

He sees the sadness on your face and immediately regrets the harshness of his words.

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that babe. He’s not a good-”

“It’s fine Sunoo, I’m gonna get some air.”

He sighs and watches you throw his pillow back on his bed and walk out of his bedroom. He didn’t mean to make you sad, but this whole situation with Sunghoon left a bad taste in his mouth, there was no way in hell Sunghoon liked you like that.

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Your feet led you three blocks down to the familiar block of frat and sorority houses, the loud party music could be heard from the second block. Still clad in your turtle neck, jeans and sneakers you felt out of place looking at all the beautiful girls adorned in mini skirts and bright red lipstick.

Maybe coming here was a mistake. Maybe Sunoo was right, this was a trap.

Your feet made the decision for you, led you inside the house. After a few minutes of walking around and no sight of Sunghoon you spot Heeseung with his girlfriend, who looked as out of place here as you did, talking to Jake.

You walk over nervously, their conversation stops when they see you approaching. Heeseung’s girlfriend offers you a genuine sweet smile. Clearing your throat awkwardly, “sorry to interrupt, I was just looking for Sunghoon.” The two boys exchange a look.

“He’s in one of the bedrooms, not sure which one, down that hall.” Jake answered, pointing to the hallway across the living room.

“Thanks..”

Walking down the hallway you can see a dim light peeking from underneath one of the closed bedroom doors. Opening the door, your stomach drops and immediate bile rises in your throat at the sight in front of you. Sunghoon was sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, both palms on the bed,his pants pulled down on his thighs, and a cocky grin plastered on his face, like he was waiting for you. In front of him a girl was on her knees, you could hear the lewd slurping sounds from her mouth on his cock. His eyes bore into yours as you stood watching him get a blow job from this random girl.

He watched the tears fall down your cheeks and your mouth tremble. Ah, such a pretty fucking sight. It further proved his point, your pained tears were so much sweeter than your humiliation tears.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asks sarcastically, tilting his head to the side.

The girl on her knees looks at him and notices he’s not looking at her and pops her mouth off his cock to follow his line of vision. “Who is she?” She taunts looking at you up and down.

“No one. Keep going.” He doesn’t even spare the girl on the floor a glance, she wraps her lips back around him as he continues to stare into you waiting for your next move.

Unable to stand the sight you turn on your heel and leave. Millions of thoughts running through your head. You were so fucking stupid, how could you for a second even think he would actually like you. He’s always hated you, you should've seen this coming. Sunoo was right.

Leaving the party you fast walk outside desperate to get fresh air into your lungs, it felt like everything was tightening around you. You need to get home, the familiar faces of all of your tormentors were surrounding you, all murmuring and laughing at the familiar sight of tears on your face.

“Guess she’s still a cry baby.”

“Does she ever not cry?”

“She does this for attention.”

Jake and Heeseung stand in the corner watching the scene unfold.

“Should we go check on her? She’s crying.”

Heeseung smiled at his sweet girlfriend kissing her temple, “No, angel. Sunghoon will take care of it.”

As if on cue Sunghoon emerged from the hallway, Heeseung motioned to the front door with his chin letting him know where you went, he smiled at his friend before following you outside.

“Where are you going, cry baby?” His taunting voice calls out to you, stopping in your tracks on the sidewalk you turn to face him.

“Is that what this was? All of this just make me fucking cry? What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m a human being, Sunghoon! I have feelings, I should have never believed your bull shit you stupid-”

Rolling his eyes, he wraps his hand around the back of your head, pulling you into a forceful heated kiss shutting you up. Your sudden gasp of surprise allows his tongue to slip into your mouth, massaging against yours as his teeth graze against your lower lip while he forcefully pushes you against a parked car successfully trapping you.

He slips his leg between yours grinding it against your clothed cunt which snaps you back to your senses and you push him off of you with all your strength. His pretty pink lips swollen from the aggressive kiss.

“Stop doing this! You’re sending me mixed signals! Stop fucking with me! Just stop!” You yell.

You shove him again and start walking back to your apartment. You can hear his deep chuckle.

“Ahh, cry baby. If you walk away from me I’m going to have to chase you. And if I catch you, baby. It won’t be fun for you.”

The last sentence sounding more menacing then the rest of his statement only makes you walk away faster from him. He rubs his hands over his face letting a wide feral grin take over his face.

It only took four long strides of his long legs to catch up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground.

“Sunghoon! What the fuck!!“

He manhandled your body in between a bush and the wooden fence out of sight thanks to the cover of the nighttime. The loud music of the party only drowns out the sound of your voice.

The panic on your face only fueling his dark desires more. He wanted to see just how much he could get you to cry.

“Suck me off and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Make me cum and I won’t bother you anymore.”

“I don't trust you.”

He grips your shoulders roughly and forces you on your knees in front of him.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

You nervously watch him unzip his jeans and release his cock, it’s bigger than you thought. Probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your mouth water slightly.

“I don’t want to suck you off. You just had some sluts mouth on it, I’d rather not catch-“

A harsh smack on your cheek stops your rant,snapping your head to the side, the sting blistering on your skin.

“I wasn’t asking.”

He gripped your head by the crown of your hair forcing your face to look up at him, your cheek was red and you could feel the tears again but refused to let them fall, that’s what all this was about. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He’d leave you alone if you got him off, that’s all you had to do.

He pumped himself a few times before tapping the tip of his cock along your lips smearing the salty precum. He smirked watching you try to keep your face stern, he let the tip slip past your lips and you opened your mouth wider and wider with each inch of his intrusion.

As he entered your throat and met his limit, you placed your palms against his thighs, gripping the waistband of his jeans as he led your mouth along his cock by the grip of your hair. You relaxed your jaw, keeping your tongue flat against his length as he bobbed your head up and down himself, his pelvis started to work hard as he started to fucked your stinging face. Despite your gags and coughs, he did not slow his pace, your nails started digging into the exposed skin of his thighs. He started to sink deeper than before trying to make your tears fall, to his dismay your eyes only watered clumping your eyelashes together.

You wanted this to be over, you wanted to be done. You started stroking the remainder of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth to help him reach his release.You struggled to breath as he pushed more forcefully into your throat hitting your gag reflex aggressively.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, this isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You’re fucking worthless, you can’t even suck my dick right.”

He yanks you off of him by your hair and you cough letting the air back into your lungs, with your spit and his precum dribbling down your chin.

“Bend over.”

What.

You shake your head, “n-no, you’re not fucking me.”

He scoffs, “like I said earlier. I wasn’t asking. Bend over.”

“I’m saying no, Sunghoon.” You start to rise from your knees but his large hand grips the back of your neck and maneuvers your body back on the ground and flat on your stomach, with him kneeling over you.

“Sunghoon! I said no! Stop!”

He lands a harsh snack on your ass making you squeal and try to move away from him but his grip on the back of your neck is tight. He uses his free hand to jerk down your jeans and panties down to your knees exposing you to him.

“Stop!”

The panic in your voice makes his already painful cock twitch even more. He needs to make you cry, he has to hear it and see it. He knocks your knees apart with his and smirks seeing the strings of arousal sticking to your thighs.

“Wow, did sucking my cock get you that horny? You’re disgusting.”

Using his free hand he runs the pads of his fingers through your slick folds smearing the arousal. You can’t stop the whimper that leaves your lips at the sensation of his warm fingers.

He finally released the grip on the back of your neck, you scrambled to your hands and knees steadying yourself on your shaky limbs. His large hands startled you as he ran them along the length of your exposed thighs, kneading your ass and spreading your cheeks for a better look at your leaking pussy.

“Wow, you’re really getting off on this, fucking slut.”

His hand comes down hard on your ass again, you let out another pained another yelp focusing on the heat radiating out from your stinging pain on your ass cheek. You bit your lip hard to stop the tears, you weren’t used to this type of rough treatment, and he wasn’t giving you time to catch your breath.

You could feel the prod of his cock against your thigh. He guided his tip along your thighs smearing the spit and precum on the red marked skin until he reached your entrance, hovering there as his hand spread on your lower back tapping his fingers on your spine.

“I want you to cry.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Wanna bet, baby?”

You lifted your head, looking over your shoulder nervously at him. His eyes were darker than normal, with an almost predatory glint to them. His mouth was in a firm line watching you, waiting for your reaction.

“Fuck you, Sunghoon.”

He clicked his teeth and took a deep breath.

“Fine, I’ll just make you.”

He smacked your ass again and pushed inside roughly, allowing you no time to adjust as he filled you entirely. The stretch of his cock was overwhelming, he gripped your hips tightly keeping you in place as your body tried to instinctively crawl away. You dropped your head down to the dirt as you let out a pained whine.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He smirks watching you hide your face, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back into you with an animalistic groan.

He continues his harsh thrusts, allowing a moment between each to jolt your body further into the ground. He moved one of his hands to the middle of your shoulder blades pressing the top half of your body more into the dirt making your lower half arch more.

Your pussy was starting to adjust to his size and you tried to hide the noises that so desperately wanted to come out. Murmuring in delight as each of his thrusts against your sensitive walls sent a sick thrill up your spine.

He scoffed at the amount of slick that was leaking out of your hole. He wanted you to enjoy this, but he wanted to enjoy it more. He let go of your hip and grabbed a fistful of your hair yanking you upward so your back was flush against his chest. He releases your hair and gripped your bruised neck and squeezes it forcing you to look up at him, your eyes were glassy, one cheek has the red imprint of his harsh slap and the other cheek covered in dirt from his forceful pushing into the ground.

He smiles at the lewd sight and uses his other hand to trace down your stomach and down to your swollen clit as he mercilessly starts rubbing the sensitive bud.

The overwhelming sensations have your brain going hazy, everything around you turning foggy only able to focus on the pleasure. A small sob finally breaks through and tears spill down your dirtied cheeks. He squeezes your sore throat harder and you choke out a sob, finally fully crying in front him.

His voice sounded like he was underwater as he spoke to you, “this is all you’re good for. Just a worthless little cocksleeve.” His excitement building more seeing more pained fat tears spill down the apples of your cheeks.

He kept his strong grip on your throat, hammering into you as you helplessly bounced against him, a withdrawn moan rising as an orgasm shook you out of nowhere making your knees tremble. He feels you clench around him followed by the dripping of your release on his cock. He doesn’t stop rubbing your swollen bud.

“Did you seriously just cum? God, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

He grunted loudly as his motions on you never wavered after your orgasm. Your ass was burning from the hard continuous claps of his skin slamming against yours. His pace kept steady as you tried to wiggle away, it was starting to become agonizing and you sobbed harder as your pussy throbbed in overstimulation.

“H-hu-hurts..”

He laughs breathlessly and pinches your swollen clit brutally. You wail and try to move but his hand on your throat tightens again, restring more airflow from you.

“It’s supposed to hurt, cry baby..”

The sound of your sniffling and sobbing only fueling the predatory hunger deep in his belly. He can feel his own orgasm approaching. He rubs your tender clit again causing another high pitched wail as he starts to fuck into you faster and harder jolting your body against his chest.

Your eyes are fighting to stay open with the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and gurgles from his choking.

With a ragged breath, he releases a hard full thrust that sends his cock slamming against your cervix, sending his cum shooting out in spurts against your womb. His cum feels heavy in your belly, almost straining.

He waits to catch his breath and let his sore cock soften before he releases his grip on you letting you fall forward into the dirt. Standing up he jerks his pants back up he takes a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lights one while you lay there defeated, watching his and your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt.

He snaps a quick photo on his phone before grabbing your phone and finding Sunoo’s number and dialing it.

“Hey! Where are you it’s getting late and I’m worr-“

“It’s Sunghoon.” He smiles watching your legs twitch.

“..where is she?”

“Jake’s house, come pick her up.”

“What the fuck dude? Is she okay?!”

He takes a drag out of his cigarette and fixes your dirty jeans back on you, giving you some decency.

“She’s behind the bush near the sidewalk. She can’t walk.” He smirks and hangs up the phone tossing it next to you on the ground.

You watch him through heavy eyelids barely able to comprehend what he’s saying, you watch him mumble something to you before smiling, patting your head and walking away. The sobs start again.

❦.♱ʚ♡ɞ♱❦.

“So how did it go?” Jake asks, sipping his coffee looking at Sunghoon. “Yeah, did you fuck her?” Heeseung smirks.

“Of course I did.”

“How was it?” Jake grins leaning forward on the cafe table in excitement.

“Fuck.. I’m not gonna lie, her pussy was the best I ever had.”

The boys laugh and pat his back triumphantly.

“You dating her?”

“No, but her pussy will only remember my cock with how hard I dicked her down.” He smirks.

“Heeseung said the same shit, now he’s obsessed with his girl.” Jake laughed.

“What can I say? My angel is perfect.” Heeseung smiled, twirling a silver band around his pinky finger.

“So she’s up for grabs?” Jake asks Sunghoon, while licking his bottom lip.

Sunghoon’s smile turned into a snarl and his eyes immediately hardened into an icy glare.

“Jake. You go near her and I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”

“And you’re not dating her?” Heeseung smirked, crossing his arms.

Jake raised his hands in defense with a sheepish grin, “message received. She’s off limits.”

“You have your own girl to worry about Jake..speaking of which..” Sunghoon’s eyes flicker out the cafe window as he spots Jake’s step sister with Lee Felix walking hand in hand across the street.

“Didn’t know she was dating Lee,” he gestured in their direction. Jake’s eyes follow his line of vision and a mischievous grin creeps on his soft features.

“Ah, not for long.”

Sunghoon watches his best friend's eyes glimmer with a familiar possessive glint.

“Do what you need to man, take what's yours.” Heeseung smiled, leaning forward on the table with a predatory glint in his eyes.

Jake smirked looking back at his two friends, keeping his voice low but with a playful hint to it. “Well, what kind of step brother would I be to let my step sister date such a loser.”

❦.♱ʚ♡ɞ♱❦.

A/N: This is shorter than the others, only because after Jake's and Jay's parts there will be a part two of Crybaby!

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard hours #park sunghoon #park sunghoon smut #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #kpop smut

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achilleslyre · 1 year

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my dad just told me that my brother SIL and nephew are planning to come down to [my city] on my nephews bday bc they want to get a picture with 5 generations bc currently we have 5 gens (minus my nephew) in this city. which means that i’d get to meet my nephew and also see my brother for the first time in like 6 years. which would be amazing. it does mean however that i have to stay living here until august which is. balls. but i think it’s absolutely worth it to be able to meet my nephew and see my brother and SIL again :3 i miss them so much

#bc when i have the right kinda money to be able to move i wanna get tf out of this city #its too close to where * lives and ik she comes into [city] for shopping sometimes amd it gives me constant anxiety that im gonna happen to #bump into her at some poiny #plus i’ve always wanted to move more northern anyways so i’m gonna try that as long as i can afford it #it’s likely i might even move provinces too for affordability and peace of mind LOL #i’d like to go back around batchawana but areas around there are rlly expensive #but ig i dont rlly have to figure it out as soon as i was hoping to cause im gonna be staying for at least another half year #im sooooo excited to meet my nephew tho hes adorable #itll be worth it for sure #jitter bugs u

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frogchiro · 6 months

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Okay but god of war! Ghost when he finds out his perfect wife is with child? You thought he was protective before? Get ready, because you haven’t seen nothing yet. A constant and unwavering hand on your tummy at all times, even if you’re 5 seconds pregnant, the man’s hand has found a home on your womb, soothing small circles with his thumb. Constantly feeding you by hand, placing kisses on your shoulder. When you’re laying in the warm furs together, he’s laying on his stomach between your legs, with his head resting on your tummy as he talks to his child and you stroke your hands through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

IM RUINED 😭

I'll just. Shriek. Scream if you will.

War God!Ghost becomes the most territorial bitch ever, his fury making his eyes blaze if he senses an unwanted visitor in the perimeter of his temple, be it an unlucky wanderer or a bandit looking for trouble.

And when it comes to you, he doesn't leave your side like...ever :(( He just can't! He needs to be touching you somewhere, to be sure you're still here and his baby is still in your belly, warm and safe and growing strong.

Speaking of which, his hands doesn't leave your tummy for the next 9 months. Simon is in love with the warm feeling of your soft skin and his heart flutters when he can feel the growing bump move underneath his large palms, your smile and laugh only adding to the undescribable love he feels :( Would definitely rub tiny circles and knead gently at your belly and if the baby starts to get too rowdy and the movements make you adjust your hips and whine slightly, Ghost will nudge and nuzzle his nose against the bump, kiss it too for good measure and whisper to his little one

"Daddy is here little one, you're safe and your mommy is here too but you gotta give her a little break okay? Be a good cub and let momma rest, okay?" and as if magic, your baby settles and is now calm :((

And yes, he loves to lay his head down gently on your belly :(( The hearth is roaring, the furs keeping you and your husband warm as you both lay in your bed, your soft breaths and humming put your baby to sleep, its tiny movements calm but both you and Simon feel them; a kiss is soon placed on your bump and you can't help but grin brightly at the soft, clingy affection of the blonde male as he nuzzles deeper against you, his hair tickling your skin♡

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #war god!ghost #god of war!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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reiderwriter · 1 month

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I’ve watching the episode where Reid kisses the actress. Could you write a fic where the reader is in the BAU and is best friends with Reid but has a secret crush on Reid which is obvious to everyone on the team but Reid and she is so jealous of the actress and the teams teases her about it?

A/N: Hello! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it~♡

Warnings: none, hints of bi-reader, but like...come on.

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Your “too obvious, plain as day, nearly embarrassing” schoolgirl crush on Spencer Reid was taking too long to fizzle out naturally.

When you'd met the man, and your heart fluttered, you knew you'd have to go through the motions: you'd hope, grow fonder of the man, dream about him, then cringe, get ick, and ultimately you'd achieve the ultimate crush death.

You were stuck somewhere between hope and dream, still, and had taken a wrong turn somewhere leading to nearly Hozier-levels of desperate longing.

5 months assisting the BAU as a press liaison, working as JJ's assistant on more public facing cases had landed you here.

And what better case for you to spread your wings on than one in Los Angeles itself, starring the famous Lila Archer.

When Gideon and Reid had called the case in, you'd been eager not to seem too eager. You'd never been out of Quantico on a case before, usually shacking up in an office to shout down phone lines as reporters on the press room floor telling them they were scum of the earth for sensationalizing murder. JJ had obviously taught you to have a more nuanced conversation that that, but your inner thoughts were still allowed.

But LA was a different kettle of fish, and Hotch appreciated that. It didn't quite help that you visibly perked up when you heard Reid himself had a hand in calling it into the team. A high-school classmate and a jet ride later, you were excited and ready to greet Spencer Reid. And Lila Archer.

She was so pretty it was intimidating to even breathe the same air as her, a magnetism that drew everyone in the room closer to her just as Spencer drew you towards him.

You tried not to see the obvious attraction the two had to each other, but the bile rose in your throat every time you thought about the case. The sour twinge of jealousy became a constant on the case, as your efforts to save Lila from her stalker also pushed her closer and closer to Spencer.

And that wasn't even accounting for the fact that you'd suddenly become tongue-tied around them.

Spencer had asked you multiple times how you were enjoying your first time out in the field, and the most you could muster was a nod and a stammered “it's been good, I guess.”

With Lila, it was worse. You couldn't even tell her your name, and had overheard her politely asking Reid for it a few times every time you'd dropped coffee off in their vicinity.

Your school girl crush was hitting the first heartbreak road bump at full speed, and dear god, you were not ready for the car crash.

You tried to psych yourself out of it, to clear your mind and remain professional, but one tabloid cover after wrapping the case ended that for you completely.

“Whooo, Spencer, my man! I knew you were a pretty boy, I didn't know you had game like that!”

The tabloid had been dropped on his desk by Derek loudly and had quickly drawn a crowd when they'd seen the resulting red flush from the man of the hour.

He'd snatched up the gossip rag pretty quickly, but not before you'd gotten a glimpse of the cover. You recognised Lila’s pool, then Lila herself, then the man she was passionately making out with as you felt your heart crack in two.

You'd stuck like a fly on the wall and quietly joined in the teasing as you swallowed all of your ugly emotions at once.

“And in the pool, too, Spencer, that's crazy. Look at Y/N. She can't believe it herself!” You forced a small giggle past your lips and hoped the others couldn't tell how fake it was. You stuck out a few more minutes of conversation before nearly running back to JJ's, thankfully empty office.

The tears were silent.

You berated yourself for even letting them fall. An unrequited love wasn't the end of the world - especially considering you had to work with Reid, see him every day.

It took you months to get over it. Not that you ever fully managed it.

You simply told yourself that you'd never felt that way in the first place, gaslighting yourself into believing there was no feelings and thus no heartbreak.

After a month of haunting the office with your general gloom, you got into the flow of it and truly convinced yourself you were over it.

And you were until everyone started talking about it all over again.

“Spencer, I heard your lady friend is going to be in a real blockbuster soon. Congrats!” Morgan clapped the man on the shoulder as he walked past, discarding his coat at his desk as he arrived for work.

You gripped your coffee mug slightly tighter as you wished the conversation would blow over.

“Reid has a lady friend? Oh, please do not spare the details,” Emily jumped in, eager to integrate herself into the team now that she was in it.

“You know that actress, Lila Archer? We babysat her on a case a couple of months back, and she took quite the liking to our little genius-”

“Morgan, stop-” Reid groaned, flushing yet again at the mention of the whole scenario.

“Okay, I'll back off,” the older man said quickly. “If you can tell me honestly, you don't still have that tabloid cover in the second draw of your desk.”

You tried to stand and walk away from the conversation without drawing any attention to yourself, but the tension in your body left you stiff and less than graceful. You tripped on the corner of your desk on your way out but didn't pause to even listen to the others' call after you in your haste to clear the venom burning in your throat.

You were fine and happy to ignore your emotions, but you realized then that kind of tactics would only work if everybody else managed to avoid them, too.

You calmed your pace to a wall and took a series of deep breaths, trying to rationalize your departure to yourself.

“I'm busy. There's some files I need to pull anyway, so I'm just going to file storage. That's why I left my desk. That's all, I'm fine.”

Your small pep talk didn't rewrite history, though, and you still felt a cloud of envy following you around.

He kept her picture. In his drawer.

Truth be told, you weren't expecting it to hurt this bad.

You heard footsteps come up behind you, so you quickly ducked into the empty elevator, not quite ready to face anyone yet. A hand caught it just as you were about to be left alone, though, and Spencer joined you in the elevator.

You weren't exactly shocked to see him. He'd been just as uncomfortable with the topic of conversation as you had, if not more so. You just wished you hadn't been in the same place now.

“Sorry, I need some files.”

Great, you were going to the same place as well. You just nodded slightly and gave him a tight-lipped smile as you travelled down to the place you'd both chosen as an escape.

“Back there, you left…” Spencer started, fidgeting awkwardly next to you in the elevator.

“You left pretty abruptly.”

“I remembered I needed some files.’

“Right, right…”

The silence that stretched between you was thick and suffocating, and you begged the elevator to move faster.

“I don't, by the way.” He spoke up again, awkwardly clearing his throat before continuing. “I don't still have that tabloid. There is a picture in that drawer, but it's not…that one.”

“A different picture of Lila, then?’ You tried to keep your tone light, but even while trying your hardest, you couldn't keep the bitterness out of your tone.

The elevator reached its destination, but you both held back for a few seconds, and neither of you was quite sure what to say anymore.

“She kissed me, you know.” Spencer said, facing you now, pinning you in place with his attention.

“Yes, Spencer. Well aware, I saw the photo, too.”

“No.. no, I mean, she kissed me.”

“Loud…loud and clear,” you said, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to drown out all of the noise.

“Y/N, I don't think you're hearing me.”

“Oh, and I should be paying attention to you recounting the time an actress decided you were worthy of your time and tried to mount you in a swimming pool? I need to hear about how her tongue felt being pushed down your throat?”

The words jumped out of you, and you had no way to stop them once they started. Instead, you simply shoulder checked your way out of the still elevator and marched your way to the file room.

“Y/N, I'm sorry, please just hear me out,” you heard Spencer calling out to you, but you didn't stop or turn around.

“Y/N, I'm trying to explain, please just-” You heard him groan in frustration as you kept up your pace and felt slightly satisfied that he was having such a hard time. A solid hand on your wrist pulling you back wiped any smile you had on your face clean off, especially as you were pulled into a somewhat solid chest and a hand tipped your head up to meet his own.

To say you hadn't imagined the moment that Spencer Reid kissed you for the first time would be a lie. You thought it would be sweet and small, an awkward peck if nothing else that led to giggles and more innocent chaste kisses and possibly an illusive hug.

Instead, you were pushed back against the nearest wall, pinned up by your wrists, and robbed of all of your breath as Spencer kissed you until you were seconds from passing out.

Even after you both came up from air, he released your wrists so he could angle your head back up to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss the second time around.

Stunned was not the word.

And though you were completely taken unaware by the kiss, that didn't mean you weren't eagerly reciprocating.

You kept your wits about you as his tongue parted your lips, leaning into him as you savored the moment.

It didn't stop the confusion after you finally broke apart, though.

“What…the…fuck, Spencer?” You said between gasps, chest heaving. He let your wrists go awkwardly, hands trailing down to your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders.

“You weren't…listening. Needed a different strategy.”

“Well, I'm all ears now.”

He nodded and then took another moment to catch his breath before relinquishing you from his hold and putting a bit of space between you.

“I didn't kiss Lila Archer. I didn't particularly want..to?” He cleared his throat and continued.

“She kinda just grabbed me? And did it? There was a pool too, so I was trying not to choke on water and chlorine and hair everywhere. Like, she just grabbed me-”

“Like you just did?”

“Like I just… did, yeah, like that.”

You weren't sure what to do or say anymore. So you just nodded and stood there, and so did he.

“That's not to say that I didn't enjoy this kiss. It wasn't just to illustrate the point. It kind of was, in the sense that it helped you understand what happened before, and that I hope it will help you realize the point of this conversation-”

“Which is?”

“I like you.” He said, finally pausing his rambling to look you in the eyes.

“I like you, and I didn't want you to misunderstand.”

“Oh. Oh right.”

You both stood there looking at each other and looking away in a loop, neither talking or breaking the silence until you both tried to.

“What about y-”

“Kiss me again.”

Reid blinked at you a few more times, trying to work through your words.

“Kiss me again” you repeated, stepping away from the wall and closer to Reid as he still just stared at you.

“We're still working, what if someone walks past?”

“Didn't stop you the first time.”

“But-”

You cut him off quickly, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to your level, locking lips with him again.

When you again came up for breath, possibly much longer after the time a second kiss should last, both of you just laughed again.

“I was jealous.” You said, looking up at him, ready to bare yourself to him now that he'd given a confession of his own. “Of Lila. Of you for being adored like that by someone so cool. But mostly of Lila.”

“Because?”

“Because I like you, too,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“Nice. Cool, that's great. I like that you like me, too. I like you, hey, I like us,” you cut off his rambling quickly with another small kiss and pulled away.

“So the picture?" You asked, backing away down the hall as he stood and watched you.

"Hmm?"

"The one in your desk."

"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turned bright pink.

"Penelope gave me this picture from the Christmas party. It's, uh, me and you."

You smiled brightly before turning to leave, the bile of jealousy that had been consuming you turned magically to butterflies in the space of two kisses.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #mgg #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds self insert #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

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luveline · 23 days

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omg i love ur pregnant reader x hotch esp the flangsty ones…

maybe him and reader get into a little argument and the fighting plus the hormones plus the constant discomfort makes her leave to stay at a friend’s house for “space” (maybe someone in the bau hehe) then he shows up and grovels and they kiss and make up <333

ty for requesting! —hotch and pregnant!reader make up after a fight (neither being quite as mad as they’d claimed).

“Your boyfriend’s outside.”

You raise your tired head from the couch cushion. “Who?”

Morgan grins at you. “Hotch, mama. He’s at the door.”

Hotch is your husband, not your boyfriend. You’ve got the ring to prove it.

“You didn’t let him in?”

“He said you might not want to see him.”

You want to see Hotch more than you’ve ever wanted to see another person. It is absolute torture to be so heavily pregnant with someone’s baby and to worry they don’t want you anymore. If he’s here at such a late hour, he must’ve forgiven you for being grumpy. Right?

You sit up and let Morgan help you into a standing position. He pulls your blanket tight around your shoulders. “Should I let him in?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You drop your voice to a whisper, “But don’t let him know I’m eager.”

He gives you a knowing smirk. “Course not. Stay here, okay? I’ll bring him in.”

Morgan starts back down the hall. You stand in his living room wondering what Hotch is gonna say, if he’s still mad, if you’re still mad, and if he’s strong enough to carry you back to the car. You don’t wanna sleep in Morgan’s bed, as much as you love him. You want your bed, your Hotch, his baby boy snoring in the room across the hall. You love your life (most of the time, when you aren’t carrying the weight of a bowling ball on your abdomen and the hormones aren’t making you sick).

“Hello,” Hotch says, still in the suit he’d been wearing when he got home that evening, strangely and obviously nervous where he stops in the doorway.

“Hi. Where’s Jack?”

“He went with Jess. I needed to talk to you.”

“Could’ve brought Jack.”

“I didn’t want to upset him if you stayed here.”

You nod. Hotch —who’d cringe if he knew you still called him that in your head, though it’s the name he went by when you fell in love, so what are you supposed to do?— gestures for you to sit, not demanding, only concerned. “It’s late,” he says.

You can’t be bothered to lower yourself awkwardly into the cushion nest you’d made. “Morgan offered me his bed. He has a California king.”

“But you stayed on the couch.”

You glare at him half-heartedly. “Maybe I was watching TV.” You’d been waiting for him to call, but it’s not his business.

He doesn’t seem perturbed by your reaction. He's about to apologise anyways. “I’m sorry for getting mad. I know how stressed you are, and I should’ve done better.”

Your glare softens.

“I’m sorry I upset you,” he furthers, the ever present pinch of his brows particularly severe. His eyes are dark like clouds full to bursting with rain.

You don’t want to say it’s okay. You want him to cross the room and cuddle you up like you’re fragile, the way he does, his nose pressed to your temple as his hands grasp up your achy shoulders.

“I’ll be better,” he says.

“You really wound me up, you know? I already feel like I have cabin fever.”

His eyes cast over you, sympathetic and sorry down to your stomach and up again. He’s pleading without speaking.

You’re not mad anymore, anyhow. “Can you do that thing for me, please?” you ask quietly.

Hotch crosses the distance between you and encourages you into his side and under his arm. Careful, he bends into your back, pressing his hand under the round bottom of your bump and pulling up. It takes some of the weight from your hips and spine, alleviating a certain heavy pain and discomfort, while also closing the sour gap between you both.

“Aaron,” you say, a little shy, mostly relieved, “you should’ve brought Jack. You know I’ll come home if you ask me to. I wasn’t even that mad by the time we got back here.”

His breath is a shudder by your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You look out toward the hall. “Where’s Morgan?”

“He said he’d go for a walk.”

“He's a good friend.”

“He’s a great friend,” Hotch agrees, rubbing the side of you with his other hand before he pulls away completely. “He told me you can always sleep over when I’m acting like your drill sergeant.”

You laugh under your breath, leaning in with arms held up to slide over his shoulder. He lets out a sigh as your chests touch, your bump smushed, like he’s finally been cut from a trap. To think he’d be so clearly relieved at having your forgiveness has you emotional all over again, but not with the same red passion you’d been angry with before. “I’m your drill sergeant,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“You’re my sweetheart,” he says, so quiet you’re sure it wasn’t him, so out of character to admit something like that on a random day. There’s a hint of joking under it, but enough sincerity simultaneously that you melt in his hold. “You are, and I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t sleep in your own bed.”

“It’s not like I’d have been put out. Morgan’s got a California–”

“So you’ve told me.” His palm stays flat to your back, his fingers patting you gently. His voice mellows into that silken gentleness to match, the tone that drew you in and has you in such a terribly emotional position to begin with. “I couldn’t leave you here. I know you’d be more than comfortable, but I couldn’t sleep the night without you.”

“Imagine how I feel when you’re away.”

“I know. I know.” He kisses the skin shy of your eye. “Should we go and get Jack before bedtime?”

“Can we get something to eat, too?”

His answering smile is a curve on your cheek. “Mm-hm,” he hums. “Let me just say thanks to Morgan. Then we can go wherever you want.”

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

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artinvain · 1 month

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ellie’s hands gripped your hips and pulled you further between her legs, she tries to be subtle. tries not to take your attention off the film but her movements are too obvious, she’s pulling your soft ass against her crotch, biting her lip and whining. “that feel good baby?” you ask and ellie bites your shoulder,

“so good honey” she replies, “my little slut feel good? huh?” she asks you, muffling her whimper feeling you nodding hard as you wind your hips down on her.

“keep grinding just like that baby,” she gasps pulling you back and forth and humping up into you. “rubbing on my clit so good, fuck,” she drawls, one hand coming up to grope your tits and play with your sensitive nipples. “fuck ellie,” you pant, the movements making you desperate, giving you some pleasure but not enough. you arch your back and your head falls back on ellie’s shoulder, where she kisses your cheek, reaching your mouth. “doing so perfect angel, keep humping me,” she orders and captures your lips, parting them and sucking on your tongue. ellie’s fingers float into your loose pj shorts and straight to your sticky folds. “greedy fucking pussy,” she moans out, her fingers tapping your clit, and groaning as you grind down on hers.

“feels so good,” you mumble against her lips, her fingers digging into your cunt as you back into her, building a rhythm that has you both whining and gripping at each other. “yes yeah, jus’ like that sweet pea” ellie moans, moving you harder, a little deeper. the friction so constant and overwhelmingly pleasureful. “come on baby, wanna feel this stupid wet cunt cum,” she practically begs, kissing your shoulder and moaning as your hips grind and hump. “shit, yes,” ellie groans playing with your nipple and curling her fingers into you. you grind down harder with the pressure of her fingers and ellie can’t stop herself moaning.

she loves the feeling of your soft ass rubbing up against her, her clit sticking to her boxers with wetness. “m’gonna cum,” ellie whines as she quickens her fingers, your gut twisting and burning up as you both bump and hump until you’re both heaving messes. sticky and stiff, breathing, slumped against the couch.

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie tlou smut #ellie williams smut #nsft lesbian #lesbian smut

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seraphicsentences · 3 months

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here’s a post dedicated to abby’s arms. why? because i said so.

and yes, they’re pretty much all nsfw. enjoy the visual! (i certainly am 🤭)

✂️ ok but imagine just watching abby’s biceps flex and ripple under her skin as she pumps her fingers into you, bumping against that sensitive spongy spot inside of you, working you towards your fourth orgasm of the night (so extremely motivated by your fucked-out mewls). no wonder she’s so buff. she’s exercising days and nights. ;)

✂️ thinking bout abby catching you watching her workout. you watching her do bicep curls specifically. oh lord, the pump her muscles get when she’s done (as if they could get any bigger)… and the way she grits her teeth while working an extra long set. you could get off on the heavy breaths she lets out alone. and she knows certainly knows it. you can tell by the haughty smirk plastered on her face as she eyes you inconspicuously staring.

✂️ but also just the way she’s so so strong but so very gentle with you is honestly the most attractive thing. she’d do anything you ask in a heartbeat, but just as easily put you in your place.

✂️ and the fact that she’s so strong really contributes to the appeal when you have her tied up. seeing such a big girl unable to move, massive arms pulled up tight around her head, flexing with every move as she twists and turns in pleasure, knowing you have that much power over someone whose figure is so dominating… yeah that’ll do it.

✂️ sweet jesus and when you’re sitting on her face, riding away like there’s no tomorrow, sensitive clit raw and red from the constant stimulation against her nose— abby’s just as turned on as you are, if not more. she’s feasting away from below you, tongue prodding at your dripping hole. she knows your legs are about to give out, she can tell by their trembling, and it’s like she’s been waiting for this moment. her arms are at your waist and quite literally holding up your entire body weight, making sure you’re still getting the pleasure she wants you to, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

✂️ or what about when she’s incredibly busy, you know, studying to be a doctor and all, and can’t exactly divert her attention to help you out when you’re feeling all desperate and horny? i mean she could offer you her thigh, but what are all those hours at the gym for? without even a glance, she sticks out an arm instead, and you silently thank god a moment later when your clit catches perfectly on her tricep, causing a suppressed moan to bubble out from the back of your throat— and abby to raise a teasing eyebrow in your direction. (only when you finish does abby really turn to you, saying “clean it.” and relishing in the way your tongue laps up her arm, gathering slick and making a further mess of yourself in the process).

well this was one fucking ramble. i am and will always be a proud slut for abby anderson’s arms.

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Notice Me | LHC (M)

Friends to lovers

Summary: You and your friends go to a college party, and tonight is the night where you are finally going to try and catch your crush's attention, who also happens to be one of your good friends. He doesn't think that he thinks of you in that way, but what happens when he sees you with another guy at the party?

Warnings: sexual content, protected sex, auralism, guided masturbation (kinda), sensory deprivation, super vanilla, reader is legally blind (trust it's important 🙏🏾), long haired haechan, violence (minor fight scene), special appearances: Karina and Yunjin

Word count: 7,5k

Song recs: moment by Victoria Monet

A/N: wrote this on a random whim. Def not my best writing but oh well. Hope you guys like it. I will start working on request after this one I promise 🫶🏾 feedback is loved and appreciated

“Are you guys sure I don't look crazy?”

“Yes we're sure! Now let's go, we're already 45 minutes late and Mark is yelling at me in my messages!”

Karina grabbed your hand, pulling you into the frat house followed by your other best friend Yujin. A chill ran down your spine and also your legs, never having this much skin exposed. This was new to you– dressing in skimpy clothes and college parties. But that wasn't the only thing new to you. Having a crush is also very new.

The only reason you're even here is because of him. Haechan to be exact, who is a part of your friend group. He's the exact opposite of you– loud, cheerful, outgoing. But maybe that's why you like him so much. Opposites attract.

And that's why you're standing in the middle of the doorway, looking like a deer in headlights in the shortest skirt and tiniest top ever. Tonight was gonna be all about catching his attention. It was going to be about making him look at you like a woman and not a friend.

You walk through the crowd of people, their bodies constantly smashing yours. The constant bumping makes your glasses slide down your nose, making you fear that you may lose them. Most people think you're being dramatic when you say you can't see without them, but you're as blind as a bat.

Mark and Haechan soon come into view, standing in a circle with their other friends from the basketball team.

“But don't you guys remember- woah..” Mark turned his head, stopping mid sentence when he saw Karina, and Yujin walking towards them.

“Hey guys,” Yunjin said excitedly.

Everyone said their hellos, but you couldn't help but notice the way their eyes lingered on you, all except Haechan. He spared you one glance and one hello before going silent, sipping whatever it was in his cup. You felt yourself die inside, the way he was treating you like an acquaintance all of a sudden. Was it too much? Did you go too far?

“Sorry were we so late, it takes a long time getting ready,” Karina says, fixing her hair.

“I'm sure it did.” Mark is still eyeing you like you've said something weird. None of them has ever seen you like this. You're always pretty much covered up. Hoodies and leggings are your daily attire.

Mark turns his attention to you, scoffing in disbelief. “And look at you, walking in here looking like a sexy Velma.”

“Oh shut up, she looks good. Right Haechan, doesn't she look good,” Yujin inquires.

The male glances at you then back to Yujin then at Mark, whose brow is raised waiting for his answer. “You look…nice Y/N.”

Nice? That's it? “Thanks,” you say, hands glued to your sides.

Karina sighed, shaking her head at the dry response. “You guys suck at compliments,” she said. “Anyway, let's go get something to drink.” She took a hold of both Yujin and your hands, pulling you to the kitchen.

Eyes never left your figure since you walked in the building. There were other girls dressed just like you, but for some reason all attention remained on you, and you didn't like it. So used to being a background character in your own life, you'll never get used to attention.

“God you look hot, we did so good,” Yujin whispered to you, her voice slightly muffled because of the loud music.

“Do I? He didn't have much of a reaction,” you argued, a frown tugging at your lips.

“Everyone's been ogling at you all night, even Mark. You definitely look hot,” Karina reassures. “Besides, maybe you'll meet someone else here that you'll like. Haechan doesn't know what he's missing.”

“Yeah, honestly if he doesn't do anything tonight, you need to move on sister,” Yunjin adds. “Can't keep dwelling on the same guy for 3 years.”

But you don't want to move on. And if he rejects you, you know that you can't regardless. You'll still like him, because he's a good guy and always has been. There's probably nothing that could make you think anything less. Karina continued to pull you to the kitchen between the bodies when you suddenly bumped your shoulder into someone, causing them to drop something.

“Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-”

“It's no problem,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “No big deal. It was just my phone.”

You didn't even notice you lost the hold of Karina’s hand at this point, your attention being on the man in front of you. “D-did it break? I'll pay for it.”

“No, it's doing just fine,” he said, placing the phone in his pocket without sparing a glance. He eyed you up and down, his gaze undressing you right in front of him. “What's your name?”

“Y/N,” you answered, gulping slightly out of nervousness. “Yours?”

“Johnny.” Licking his lips, he narrows his eyes slightly while speaking to you. “You new around here? I've never seen you on campus before.”

“Well, I actually don't go here,” you say, words leaving your mouth a little too fast. “I have a couple of friends that do. They invited me to this party.”

“Cool,” he said. “Can I… get you a drink?”

Your eyes widened, a bit taken back by the sudden request, but you didn't disapprove of it at all. Johnny was cute, tall, had a nice voice and seemed like a nice guy. So why not take the offer? “Yeah, sure. That would be great.”

“Man, he sure is chatting her up,” Mark remarks, watching you and the unknown guy stand and talk while sipping on your drink.

“How can he not? She looks great tonight,” Yunjin comments. “Doesn't she Haechan?”

Haechan furrows his brows, side eyeing her as he man-spreads on the couch they're all sitting on. “Why me specifically?”

“Why not?” Yunjin shrugs.

Haechan rolls his eyes, looking down at his lap trying to focus on anything but the scene in front of him, but he can't help it. You did look good, you looked great. But for some reason he couldn't say it. His stiffness towards you when you came in was because of how different you looked. Haechan wouldn't say he had a crush on you , more so complicated feelings. He didn't yearn for you, but he wouldn't hate it if something sprung from your friendship.

Haechan knows that his female friends are attractive. Guys always talk about Karina and Yunjin, telling him that he should pursue them or sleep with them, that he's wasting his time being friends. He's never looked at them in that way, but with you it's a different story. You're easy to talk to, and you have lots in common with him. He also loves your glasses. It's something you don't like about yourself, but he thinks they make you look pretty. You've always been pretty to him, probably his exact type on paper. Someone who's smart, calm, a bit of a homebody, true to themselves.

But disregarding any of that, he didn't have a crush on you. He wasn't into you in that way, despite what everyone else in the friend group thinks. His eyes narrow watching you cross your arms, throwing your head back while laughing at something. “So funny,” he mumbled.

“You said something,” Yunjin asked.

“No.”

“Sure… you know, if you like her you should-”

“I don't like her. We are just friends,” he cuts her off.

Yunjin sighs, making her head. “Haechan you are fooling no one but yourself. I'll let you in on a little secret. Y/N has a crush on you,” she says, hoping that would help him open his eyes.

Haechan stays silent, expression remaining stoic and straight as he stares directly at the male putting his hand on your hip. That's when he feels a slight sting in his chest. The small ping of jealousy.

“How would you know that,” he says after a few beats of silence between them.

“Why do you think she dressed up tonight? God, use your brain.”

Before Haechan could respond, he watched as someone walked past you, bumping you on the shoulder. He watched as the drink fell out of your hand, almost like a cliche movie.

The liquid splashed all over the guy’s chest, but he didn't seem too upset. In fact, he looked happy to Haechan, especially when you dabbed the paper towels all over his chest

“God, I am so sorry,” he heard you say panicked. Just as soon as you thought you were done panicking someone else walked beside you, bumping you in the shoulder. You must've been getting bumped all night because your glasses fell.

“Shit,” you said. You dropped to your knees, feeling around the floor for your frames. “I-Im sorry can you please-”

You look up at Johnny, but you see nothing but a flash in your face. “J-Johnny?”

“God, has anyone ever seen you like this,” he laughed softly. “You're so hot, I could just-”

You heard a loud smack above you, followed by gasp and tons of commotion.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck are you,” you heard Johnny yell.

“She's looking for her glasses. Aren't you gonna help,” you heard a voice similar to Haechan say.

Johnny laughed, scoffing at the guy you couldn't see. “Is she your girl or something? You should keep her on a leash before I take her to my place and show her what a good time is.”

“Excuse me,” the other guy grumbled. You were still searching for your glasses, but from what you could tell, a group started to form around the 2 guys and yourself

“You heard me. Get your bitch or-”

A loud sound was heard coupled with oh’s and ah’s from the crowd.

You heard another sound. This time, it sounded like a punch. There was a fight happening, and you were on the ground still looking for your glasses. Just as you reached in another direction on the floor, you felt hands pull your body up.

“What the fuck was he thinking,” you hear Karina groan. She turned your body, placing your glasses back on your face. For the first time in a minute you can see, and you do not like what you see.

Haechan and Mark were currently trying to fight Johnny and his two friends. “What is going on? Why is everyone fighting all of a sudden?”

“Let's just get away from all this, and we'll tell you.”

You were pulled away, Karina and Yujin dragging you outside to the driveway away from the loudness of the party. “So what exactly is going on?”

“Okay, so basically-” Karina started to speak, but Yujin cut her off quickly.

“Everyone was watching you and that guy hit it off the whole time, but Haechan looked like he was gonna kill someone. So I said, you know if you like her you should tell her. And he was like I don't like her , we're just friends. Then he saw you trying to clean off that guy's shirt. Then your glasses fell and you got on the ground and-”

“I'm sorry, but what does that have anything to do with what just happened in there,” you say exasperated.

“Well when your glasses fell and you got down to look for them your-”

“Oh my God.” Karina looked at her phone shocked. You and Yunjin stood next to her to see the screen, and was immediately horrified. 6 different people recorded and took pictures of you looking for your glasses on the floor. Every post had people calling you names ranging from desperate to slut. You didn't realize at the time, but almost your entire ass was out, and your cleavage could be seen clearly.

“Fuck,” you groaned. “i'm going to kill myself.” You placed your face in your hands, covering the embarrassed expression.

“Yeah,” Yunjin said, lips pursed right after. “That's what happened.”

“Why did you guys let me do that” you whined.

“We were on the couch, surprised. We thought you were trying to seduce the guy, but then we saw him pull his phone out and everything went to hell,” she explains.

At this point you're pacing the driveway, trying to figure what to do about the party, the post, Johnny, Haechan, everyone. “Well now we have to leave,” you said. “We've been here for less than 2 hours and we have to leave.”

“Okay, well let me call them,” Yujin said. Just as she pulled out her phone, a voice was heard behind her.

“No need,” Mark said, making his presence known.

The three of you turned back to see them with their clothes messed up, cuts and bruises on their faces, and tired.

“Oh my God,” Karina says with her hand over her mouth. “Are you guys okay?”

“We're fine…well I'm fine. He's a bit..”

You look over at Haechan who's standing there with his hands in his pockets. You don't know what came over you, but you took a couple of steps towards him, anger filling your mind.

“Why would you do that,” you said. Your voice startled him, making him look up from the ground.

“Y/N I-”

“I had no idea what was going on, and you two getting into a fight scares me to death,” you told him. “How did you even get all the cuts on your faces?”

“Him and his friends had rings and stuff on,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Shit happens.”

There weren't many times Haechan has seen you upset. The last time you were this mad was when Mark accidentally deleted your essay from your laptop doing his homework.

“We have to leave right now,” you sighed, arms folded at your chest. “I won't know what to do if you get into another fight and you're already hurt like this.”

Without thinking, your hands reach up to his face, taking his chin between your fingers as you check his face for any other injuries that you can't see. Haechan thought he was crazy when the butterflies erupted in his stomach, but they erupted again when you looked at him with pity, like you cared about him. He hadn't felt that way in a long time. Getting attention from girls came easy to him, but none of the girls he's dealt with made him feel the way you do.

“I'll um..I'll get an Uber for us-”

“No I'll get it,” you said. “We're going back to my house, you can't take care of all these by yourself.”

There it was, more butterflies.

“We'll go back to Mark’s and help him out,” Karina said, side eyeing Yunjin.

Yunjin quickly nodded, picking up the message Karina was sending. “Yep! Absolutely! We'll see you tomorrow!”

“What? I don't need help. I'm a grown man,” he whined. Karina and Yunjin nudged Mark who didn't seem to understand what was going on, making the man look at them confused.

“Grown men don't get into fights at parties,” you snap. “We'll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Wait in the bathroom. I'm going to change super quickly.” You shut your door behind you, locking it before kicking your shoes off. Before walking to your room, you turn to Haechan who looks as stiff as wood. “You look uncomfortable.”

Haechan watched as you walked away from him, going to your kitchen instead of your room. You grabbed a mug, filling it with water. He's never been so uncomfortable with you, but right now he feels like he could explode. You look so good in your current outfit, the way your hips sway when you walk, the way the shirt hugs your chest. He feels like he shouldn't be looking at you like this, but he feels like he's the only one who should be allowed.

“Here.” You hand him the mug, looking at him in the eyes like usual.

Haechan gulps, forcing himself to stop, keeping his eyes on yours and not let the travel any further. “Thanks,” he says, taking it out of your hands.

“Take your shoes off and relax,” you say. “I'll meet you in the bathroom in 5 minutes.”

He watches you walk away, holding his breath until you shut the door behind you. “Fuck,” he sighs. The one thing he can't do is get hard standing at your front door. Haechan knows he wouldn't be able to explain that, let alone lie to you about it. The only thing he could do is sit in your bathroom like you asked, and wait for you to put normal clothes on.

But Haechan is only a man. When you walked into the bathroom with short shorts and a laced lined camisole, the only thing he could do was pray for his presumed innocence. Pray that he didn't make a fool of himself in your house.

You reached up in your medicine cabinet taking out the pain meds and supplies for his injuries. It took you 10 seconds to get everything out, but for him it felt like 10 years. The way the fabric rose as you lifted your arms, watching you lean your hips on the edge of the counter giving him the smallest piece of your ass to stare at. And the way your nipples poked through the shirt– he was going to pass out right then and there.

There's nothing Haechan wanted more than to get behind you, feel up on your body. Whatever you were planning for the party worked because now he can't keep his mind off of you, and soon, it'll be his hands. To think you wore that outfit for him, he never would've guessed it.

“I can change if you need me to,” you said softly, startling him.

“N-no you don't need to change,” he said, watching you take two pills of pain meds out of the container.

“Take these.” You handed him the pills, watching him drink them down as you leaned on the counter. Haechan was sitting on the toilet seat, so the sight of him taking deep gulps with his eyes closed was a treat to say the least. You shouldn't be eyeing him like this, but God, was he attractive, even with bruises and cuts. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Gotta wait for them to kick in first,” he joked, but there was no smile on his face.

You grabbed an ointment for his bruises, opening it and squeezing some on your fingers. Haechan watched you as you tended to his wounds, concentrating on not trying to hurt him. He loved the way you would bite your lip whenever you were trying to concentrate, he always did.

The silence was comforting for a while, but then his thoughts got the best of him. Both of you actually. Your chest was in his face, his eyes wouldn't leave yours. The less talking there was, the more sexual tension filled the air, so you needed to get rid of it. But your mouth moves faster than your brain and for some reason, you felt it was the perfect moment to come clean about your intentions with him.

“I have something to confess,” you said softly.

“What is it?”

“I wore that outfit for you tonight,” you said, fixing your glasses on your nose bridge.

He smiled to himself, but you didn't see. “I have something to confess.”

“Hm,” you hummed.

“I already knew that.”

You let out a soft gasp, laughter soon following. “How did you know?”

“Yunjin,” he said simply. You let out a sigh, shaking your head making him chuckle softly.

“That girl can't keep a secret to save her life.” You moved on from his bruise, now tending to the scratches on his cheeks. Taking your fingers you apply the cream on the scratches, making him wince. “I only have a little bit left. This is why you shouldn't get in fights Mr. Lee.”

“Well, I..” he hesitated. “I fought for you.”

For a second you felt your heart drop. The guy you liked for 3 years fought for you, and you had absolutely nothing to say. “Thank you” was all you could manage. “But…why?”

“He was…an ass.” Memories of the guy recording you why you were down struck his brain, pissing him off all over again. “He was treating you like some kind of sexual fantasy. And I don't like that.”

You frowned, remembering that videos and pictures of yourself looking for your glasses are now circulating the Internet. “Yeah…”

“And I didn't like the way he was touching you,” he said, wincing at the feeling of you putting the bandage on.

“You sound like a protective father,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. “I appreciate you for defending me, but there's no reason to get hurt while doing it.”

“But I want to,” he says, making you pause. “Y/N, I think I like you.”

“I-I..uh..” You wanted so badly to say you liked him too, but now you were nervous. Your face was beating up, fogging your glasses. Be cool, be normal. “T-thanks..”

“Thanks?” Haechan laughs softly. “That's what I get for fighting.”

“No, that's not what I meant! I meant-”

“I know what you meant, and it's fine,” he reassured you. “I think I liked you for a long time, just didn't know if you felt the same way.”

“How long is a long time to you?”

“A couple months,” he answered.

You sighed, a slight wave of disappointment filling your chest. “I wanted you for 3 years.”

Haechan's eyes widened slightly, brows shooting up hearing your words. “3 years? Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I'm the kind of girl you befriend, not date,” you answered bitterly.

“That's not true.”

“All the girls you like are exactly like you. They're loud, adventurous, cool, hot, wear skimpy clothing,” you argued. “I'm just not your type.”

“Well that can't be true now, because it seems like you are exactly my type,” he stated.

“For now.” You started treating his last bit of scratches, scrunching your nose to keep your glasses from slipping again. “Why do you think I wore that outfit? I just wanted you to notice me.”

“But I noticed you. I do all the time,” he revealed.

“But it wasn't until tonight which made you realize that,” you added. And with that final comment, you finished tending to his wounds, placing the last bandage on his face. “I'm all done. If you wanna go home, I can-”

“No,” he said. Haechan placed his hands on the back of your thighs, his soft palms sending lightning through your body. “I'm staying here.”

You could barely think straight with him touching you, the hold on your legs just getting stronger and stronger, his thumbs pressing into your skin. That's when Haechan kisses up your clothed stomach softly and slowly, making your lashes and heart flutter as you watch him from above.

“Haechan, stop,” you sigh. “Y-you're not thinking straight.”

He stands up, his lanky figure looming over yours. You swear you feel dizzy the moment his cologne hits your nose. He pulls you closer, his pelvis on yours. You could feel his hard on sitting right on your aching cunt.

“I know you feel it,” he whispers. “I know you feel the tension here. And I know you feel how hard I am too.”

Gulping, you look away from him. This is everything you've fantasized about for the last 3 years, but something is telling you no. Something is telling you it's too good to be true. “Maybe..maybe we should wait.”

Haechan takes your chin in his bruised knuckles, lifting your chin to look at him, but all you can see are his pretty lips hovering over yours. “Are you sure you wanna wait? Because I'm not sure I can hold myself back for even a second.”

His free hand travels up your leg, his fingertips grazing the heat between your legs ever so slightly, teasing you even more. “You have no idea how pissed it made me feel seeing that guy touch and feel on you, knowing it should've been me.”

“That's why you fought him?”

The breathiness of your words almost made him spiral. You were breathing heavily, your chest pressed against his so turned on at every little thing he did.

“Mhm,” he mumbled. “Seeing you walk around in that tiny skirt knowing I couldn't have you..”

“You have me now..”

“You're right, I do.”

Haechan kisses you just as you imagined, soft and with care. He kept kissing you, each kiss making you feel high. His hands left your face and leg, grabbing a hold of your waist. You yelp, feeling your body be lifted onto the end of your sink, legs spread apart as he stands between them. His tongue entered your mouth, the kisses slowing down and lingering a bit.

Haechan places his hands on your sides, soon traveling to your chest. Hard nipples looking through the fabric, teasing him the whole time he's been in your house can finally be his. Haechan hooks his fingers on the bottom of your shirt, begging to pull it up when you grab his wrist, stopping him.

You pull away painfully slow, a strong of saliva still connecting your lips only for a second. “Can we go to my room?”

Haechan said nothing, just backing away from your body and pulling you off the counter. He pulled you to your room, still messy as always. He always loved your house, especially your room. Something about it felt like home. There's always little bits of you scattered throughout your space, whether it be homework, a brush, a mug, or even a sock. It doesn't matter how many times he comes over, it always feels the same.

But this time it felt a little different. He wasn't going to your room to hang out with the others, he was going to have sex with you. Going to make out with you, to be more than friends with you. This was going to change everything about your relationship with him, but it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was making you feel good.

Haechan sat on your bed looking up at you, mirroring his previous actions in your bathroom. You were more nervous than ever now with him sitting there expectantly. Fixing your glasses, you placed your hand on his shoulder, climbing on his body to straddle him.

“Can I take your top off,” his whispered peppering soft kisses down your neck.

You nod, giving him permission. Haechan hooks his fingers on the hem of your top, lifting the fabric off your body. He feels like he's 16 again, like this is his first time seeing a woman's chest, except it's yours, which is much more important. He starts kissing you slow, his hands naturally finding their way to your chest. You shuddered at the way his cold palms molded your breasts, shaky breaths leaving your mouth and into his every once in a while.

Haechan started kissing down your jaw, then to your neck, making tilt your head to give him more access. His hands leave your chest for a bit, placing them on your back pulling you closer to his body. Your nipples touch the cold of the print on his graphic tee, stimulating you more while he leaves wet messy kisses all over your skin.

He kisses lower and lower, lips now pressing against the top of your breast. You look down at him, the most dreamy expression ever when his eyes meet your framed ones. You look so cute in them, but still the sexist person he'd ever seen in glasses.

You let out a soft moan feeling his tongue swipe against your nipples, the feeling being foreign after being on such a long dry spell. He licks the stiffened peak again, then sucking it while staring up at you.

“So pretty,” he whispers on your skin.

You're soaking at this point, his touch and voice bewitching you. Haechan holds you tight, sucking your nipples softly. His eyes hung low, the stare making you squirm. You watched as his brows furrowed hearing your soft whines, his hand gripping the fabric on your hip. He releases your breast from his mouth with a soft pop, the cold air hitting the wet peak making you shiver.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Your eyes dart to his face, glasses slipping down your nose bit by bit. “I..”

Haechan smirks, his soft lips kissing your chest once again while his hands roam your body. “I know you do,” he whispers. “You're the most obvious person I know.”

Haechan slips his hands to your lower back, his fingers dipping lower and lower into your shorts. He can't help himself, squeezing the flesh in his hands like a stress ball making you push into his palms more.

“I want you to show me,” he says, words muffled in your neck while he kisses it.

“S-show you,” you question.

“I want you to show me what you do when you make yourself feel good,” he adds. “Is that okay?”

You were intoxicated in your home and he's barely touched you yet, but his voice and eyes did something else to you. You needed more. You nodded, lips parting slightly when he takes his hands out your shorts.

“Stand up.”

You remove your leg from his side, removing yourself from his lap. Haechan stood up, body so close to yours you could feel the heat emitting off of him. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt, lips curling into a small smile. “Wanna help?”

You nodded slowly, hands lifting his shirt above his head. His eyes disappeared behind the fabric but once it was off him, they connected with yours once again, making your core clench around nothing. You tossed his shirt on the floor, eyes trailing down his soft but toned body. You've seen him shirtless plenty of times but this was different. This felt different.

Haechan's gaze lingered on you as he unhooked his belt, the sound of the metal clinging sending a shiver down your spine. He let them fall, showcasing black underwear to you. Haechan leans down, kissing you softly as he steps out of the pool of fabric, groaning in your mouth softly when your chest touches his.

“Now,” he says softly, pulling away from you. Taking your hand, he pulls you to the side of your bed, climbing onto the mattress. Haechan plops down, leaning his head on your headboard in the dreamiest way possible. “I need those off” – he points to your shorts – “and you right here.” He pays the spot between his legs.

Your fingers dig into your waistline, hesitating for what feels like an eternity. Your heart was beating rapidly, with every second feeling like years. Haechan watched you pull the last piece of decency off your body, soaking in every bit of bare skin he laid his eyes on. He needed to feel you, touch you, eat you. But first he wanted to see you.

Climbing on the bed, he sensed how anxious you were, wrapping his arms around your body once you settled between his legs. And just like that, you were like putty in his hands, immediately melting in his touch letting him run his hands all over your skin, groping at you wherever he liked.

“Spread those legs for me pretty,” he said into your ear, smiling when you obeyed. His fingertips trail lines in your hips, soon moving down your legs. He could barely control himself, hands moving closer and closer to your soaked core, the actions making you bring your knees together.

“Shit,” you mumbled, face hot as you witnessed your glasses fog bit by bit.

“Do you always wear your glasses during sex” he asked, kissing behind your ear softly.

“Y-yes, why?”

“I want you to take them off for me.” Haechan laughs to himself softly when you sit up, turning to him with a confused expression.

“But then I-I can't see,” you say, a slight whine in your voice.

“I'll do that for you.” Haechan removes the frames from your face gently, folding them and placing them on your lamp table. “I want you to focus on how you feel and what I say. Can you do that for me?”

His milky tone, the way his lips brushed on your earlobe, his soft touch between your thighs. You'd do anything he asks for in a heartbeat. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “You know what to do.”

Haechan watched you start rubbing your clit slowly, biting his lip softly. His hands continued rubbing your thighs, soothing you as you leaned into his chest more. You feel his heavy breathing on your back, your lids going heavy once you insert two fingers inside.

Haechan was rock solid at the point, watching your fingers move in and out of you, the squelch your pussy made being music to his ears. “Fuck,” he mumbles in your ear.

You clench around your fingers to his voice, the breath tickling your ears making you squirm between him. Your eyes are closed, so you don't see the way he's looking beside you, watching the way your face twitches at every feeling or sound. His stomach flips when you gasp at the sudden feeling his hands on your chest, small moans escaping to the added pleasure.

“I love that sound,” he says, the sound of your pussy getting louder when you finger yourself faster.

“S-stop,” you stutter.

“Are you embarrassed,” he chuckles softly, nipping at your ear, not taking his eyes off the scene between your legs. You gulp and nod, a small whine spilling from your lips.

“God you're so cute.” Haechan removes one hand off your chest, creeping his fingers back between your legs. “Almost as cute as this pretty clit right here.”

“H-haechan..”

He started rubbing small, slow circles, your moans increasing in volume. You kept fingering yourself, but you needed more. You needed his cock, his mouth, his pretty hands. The thought of him finger fucking you till you came stimulated you, making your hips move on their own, grinding against his fingers.

“Tell me what you're thinking about.” He had pressure on his fingers making a whine leave you plump lips. “What do you want from me Y/N?”

“I..I want you Haechan,” you answer breathlessly. “I want you to make me cum.” Your hand pumps your hole faster, wetness coating your fingers running down your hands. His breath tickles your neck as he begins to grind on you. Eyes closed, head falling back on his shoulder, you let your hips move on their own. You're so close, the feeling of his chest rising on your back aiding to the pleasure throughout your body.

“I want you inside me,” you moan softly, brows furrowing.

“How bad,” he teased, a smile on his lips. He rubbed your clit faster, starting to feel your legs shaking. Your moans increased, whines and whimpers freely falling from your lips. He knew you were going to cum.

“So, so bad,” you whispered. “I-Im gonna cum haechan..”

“Cum for me,” he whispered. “You're so pretty when you cum.”

You pumped your fingers harder and faster, the sound of your wet hole filling his ears. You came around your fingers, pussy squeezing tight on the digits inside you. Haechan kept rubbing your clit, the feeling of his fingers on the sensitive bud making you shiver on his shoulder.

“There you go Y/N,” he said softly, his other hand rubbing your thigh. “Let it out. God, you make the prettiest sounds.”

You pulled your fingers from between your legs, hand resting on your other thigh as you breathed heavily against his body. That's when you feel his hand take yours, bringing it to his mouth. Haechan wrapped his lips around your fingers, sucking your arousal off your fingers.

“Haechan,” you whined, hanging your head low in embarrassment. He chuckled, taking your face and turning it to him. He kisses you softly, the taste of your own cum on his lips. “I need you so bad,” you mumbled on his lips.

“Lay down for me okay?”

You nodded, lifting yourself from his body, allowing him to move from behind you. You reached for your glasses, putting them on, clearing your blurry vision. When you looked back up, Haechan was pulling his underwear off his body, hard on so big, it hit his stomach.

“Holy fuck,” you mumbled to yourself. He was big. Bigger than you imagined, and it makes you wonder where he was hiding it all this time under his skinny jeans.

“Staring isn't very polite, you know.”

His voice broke your thoughts, making your eyes snap back up to his face. Dark locks of hair fell in his eyes, that same teasing grin on his mouth. He looked like a dream– bruises and bangs on his face, knuckles red, but still hot. He crawled onto the bed, yanking your body lower on the bed by your ankles.

“You have some condoms,” he said, eyes scanning your naked body.

“I-In my drawer.” You point to your bedside table, eyes following him as he bends over you to open the drawer. You were practically drooling at this point, the thirstiest you've ever been and it was starting to become too real to be true. Haechan takes an unopened packet from the drawer, shutting it right after. Your eyes don't leave him as he sits back up and opens the plastic, a gulp going down your throat in anticipation.

“If at any point you wanna stop, just let me know,” he says, sliding the condoms on. Haechan watches your facial expressions and body language. You were excited, he could tell. But you were also the most nervous he's ever seen you. “Listen,” he says softly. His fingertips glide on the inner side of your thighs, hands pushing your legs up by the back of your knees. “I want you to look at me the whole time. Can you do that?”

The softness in the way he spoke felt a bit unfamiliar to you, you immediately softened nodding at his request. “Y-yeah.”

Haechan licks his lips, lining himself with you. A small gasp fell from your lips feeling his tip stretch you open. He pushed himself in a bit more, watching your face slowly contort silently. Haechan held your legs up to your chest, eyes never leaving the view of his dick disappearing between your legs.

“Fuck,” he sighed, the feeling of your tight pussy almost making him cum right then and there. He looks back up at your face, your eyes are closed, head resting on your pillow. Your glasses are crooked due to the position of your head, but it's sexy to him.

Haechan starts thrusting in you slowly, eyes shut as he moves taking in the feeling. But you keep looking at him. You keep staring at the way the muscles in his arms slightly flex, you stare at the way his chest moves after every deep breath he takes. He must've known you were staring because he opens his eyes, staring at you fucked out face.

“Youre.. you're so big,” you mumbled, voice shaky from the pleasure.

Haechan opens his eyes, staring down at you through his bangs as he thrusted deeper. “Keep saying things like that, and you'll boost my ego.” He snaps his hips into yours, his dick reaching further into you. Haechan speeds up his movements, his hands gripping your legs tighter, pushing them closer to your chest. You tried you best to look at him, but with every movement, you felt your vision go blurry with pleasure. Your moans and whimpers filled the room accompanied with his grunts and the sound of the bed.

Haechan lets go of your legs, letting himself fall onto your body. He held himself up, one hand on your hip and the other holding himself. You let your eyes close for one second, but Haechan is quick to slap your hip, making you open your eyes. You stare at him, raising your hand and fixing your glasses with your brows furrowed at the feeling of him inside you.

“Don't look away,” he moans softly. “Keep looking at me..keep those eyes on me.”

And you did, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Haechan lets out a small hiss feeling you squeeze around him.

“Faster,” you moaned shakily, breath tickling his nose. Haechan melts when your face twists in pleasure, brows scrunching with every moment.

“Fuck, right there,” you whimpers, pulling him closer. Haechan kisses you, you both moaning and grunting into each other's mouths.

“You like this Y/N? You like when I fuck you good,” he groans, on your mouth.

“Yes, yes.” You nod fast, eyes stuck in his as he plows you into the mattress. The sound of your skin colliding, bed creaking, moans filling the air over stimulated you along with his raspy voice, saying the dirtiest things in your ear.

He reaches up, removing your glasses from your face and throwing them somewhere on your bed. Too fucked out to even respond, you shut your eyes letting him bury his head in your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin.

“I'm so close,” you moaned, legs starting to shake on either side of him.

“Cum for me,” he grunts. “I want you to cum around my cock right now.” He reaches down between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit fast. Haechan has had sex a million times, but nothing could compare to the way you felt squeezing around him. The way your moans rose in pitch when you came, the way you said his name.

“Haechan,” you whispered, nails pressing into the skin on his back. “Oh my God, fuck..”

He kept fucking you into the mattress, chasing his own high right after yours. “Just a little more baby, fuck..”

You opened your eyes, brows furrowed as you watched his body rise, hands grasping your waist tight. His thumbs pressed into your sides, holding your body close to his while he plowed into you. Even blurry, he was a dream to look at. His hair hung in his face, biting his lip as he chased his orgasm.

But better get, you looked like an angel underneath him. The sweat on your body, your face, hair, sounds. Perfect. His eyes followed your hand, watching them as one went to your nipple and the other went between your legs.

“Fuck,” he kissed. The tight feeling in his stomach started getting tighter. Haechan’s jaw dropped, brows scrunched as he came, a strangled moan escaping his throat.

Haechan stopped thrusting, pulling out of you after a couple of seconds. The both of you sat in the silence of heavy breathing, his hands still on your waist. You reached to grab your glasses, finding them on the blanket and putting them on lazily. That's when you look at Haechan, his blushed cheeks, sweat on his forehead, trying to catch his breath.

“Are you-”

“Can we-”

Both of you stop and look at each other. The air starts to feel heavy for some reason, the silence giving you time to think about what you were going to say. Can we go on a date?

You gulped at the way his eyes won't stop staring into yours. His lips part, eyes narrowing when he rubs his thumbs on your sides, soothing your very obvious nerves.

“Say it,” he says softly,

“Can we… be more than friends?”

You blinked, Haechan staring at you with a blank expression. Suddenly he began laughing, hanging his head low after you spoke.

“What,” you questioned, heart sinking into your stomach.

“Why did you ask me that,” he chuckled, grinning from ear to ear at you question.

You swallowed, expression hardening at his words. “Did I say something wrong?”

Haechan noticed the tremble in your words and immediately stopped laughing, realizing that you were very much serious. Haechan leaned down, his body on yours and head in your neck. He kissed your skin softly, one hand holding him up while the other caressed your skin.

You watch him, feeling yourself melting into his soft touch. His fingertips dragged along your abdomen, sending chills down your spine. “H-haechan,” you said softly. “Answer my question.”

Instead of answering you, he moved from your neck to your lips. He captured you in a soft, sweet kiss, turned deep and passionate. Something about the way he kisses you at the moment feels romantic, as if he's trying to communicate his feelings without speaking, but you need him to say it. You need him to speak to you.

Haechan pulled away from you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. “Did that answer your question,” he said softly.

You shook your head, making him laugh softly. “Answer.”

He smiled, licking his lips before speaking. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“Well..” you paused before looking up at him, eyes staring into his soul. The silence felt like an eternity between you both, but it soon disappeared when you spoke.

“Can you be mine?”

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