#seriously i think this is going to be what makes my brain melt out of my ears

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Trying to remain supportive about my friend's writing while also trying to convince her to stop using Chat GPT as an editor is actually physically impossible.

[p4lepixie]

Rafe x reader who never stops talking and actually gets made fun of and people are always annoyed with her cause she’s charge rbox and like smut where she won’t stop talking and Rafe likes it! Pls pls pls

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(I could eat that girl for lunch - yeah she dances on my tongue, taste like she might be the one…)

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The sheets were cream colored and sun-warmed. The golden light slipping in from the window made everything feel like a dream. Dust floated lazily in the air like a slow dance and somewhere in the background a soft indie song played from a speaker that neither of them had touched in over an hour.

Rafe’s head was buried between her thighs and his hands were pressed snug around her waist, fingers curled possessively like she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. She was half sprawled across the bed, her legs draped over his shoulders, her toes flexing every time he hit the spot just right. Which, to be fair, was basically every five seconds. He had studied her. He knew what made her sigh, what made her shiver, what made her melt into the mattress like sugar on a stove.

And yet.

“Do you think Anna’s boyfriend actually cheated on her? I mean like actually cheated. Like the bad kind. With touching. Because I feel like— oh— I feel like guys just get so weird when they’re guilty and he’s been acting so weird, like weird weird, not cute weird.”

Her voice was breathy but still going a mile a minute. Her fingers combed lazily through his hair, petting him like he was her therapy cat and not a man currently giving her his full devoted attention with his mouth.

Rafe didn’t lift his head, just huffed against her, warm breath making her twitch.

“Baby.”

“Hm?”

“I am literally tongue deep in your pretty little pussy and you wanna talk about Anna’s crusty man?”

She giggled. A soft, high pitched little sound that made his chest feel all gooey. Her hips squirmed and he tightened his grip, pressing her back down like she was a soft pillow he wanted to keep still.

“Well yeah, because I just remembered and it’s driving me crazy. Like, why else would he hide his location on Snap?”

“Maybe so he doesn’t get interrupted while trying to text back. Like me. Right now.”

Another laugh bubbled out of her and her thighs trembled. Rafe went right back in, licking her slowly, thoroughly, like he was tasting her for the first time and never wanted to stop. She tasted sweet, like heat and sugar and something almost citrusy. He moaned softly into her and she gasped, back arching ever so slightly.

“Mmm, Rafe,” she whispered, voice all soft and dreamy now. “Oh that… okay that’s… ohhhkay. Yeah. Just like that. Mmm.”

She was dazed for all of ten seconds.

Then.

“You know what’s underrated? Velvet cake. Like not red velvet, because duh, but like pink velvet or even blue velvet. I saw this girl on TikTok make a lavender velvet cake and it looked so good, I think it was lavender flavored too and— oh— oh my god that little swirl thing you just did, what even was that.”

Rafe chuckled against her again and looked up just enough to meet her eyes. They were wide and glossy, her mouth open in that soft ‘oh’ shape he loved. Her cheeks were flushed and glowing and her hair was all messed up around her like some kind of halo.

“Velvet cake. You’re really telling me about cake while I’m eating you out?”

“I can’t help it, my brain is just full of tabs,” she sighed, hips twitching when his tongue flicked at her again, slow and indulgent. “Like I’m here in the moment but I’m also like… what if I made velvet cupcakes with edible glitter?”

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes?”

“I love you but you gotta give me something to work with here.”

“You are working with something,” she teased, running her fingers down his jaw, tapping at his cheek playfully. “You’re doing such a good job. Gold star. Seriously. Five stars on Yelp. I’d leave a tip.”

He smirked, wicked and amused, then buried his face back into her without another word. This time he sucked gently at the spot he knew made her squirm and she let out the cutest sound he’d ever heard in his life. A little breathy moan, all soft and high and fluttery, followed by her thighs pressing around his ears like they were hugging him.

“Mmm, oh my god, okay… wait… Rafe… okay I think I might… yeah.”

“You think?” he teased, voice muffled against her. “You better be sure.”

She moaned again, one hand flying up to cover her eyes like she was overwhelmed. Her words came out in a jumble.

“I used to have such a crush on my math teacher in tenth grade, is that weird? I just remembered because you said sure and he always said sure in that same tone and oh my god Rafe I’m gonna—”

“Baby.”

“Mm?”

“Focus.”

She whimpered. She actually whimpered. Then nodded, brows scrunched like it physically hurt to keep her mouth shut.

He kept going, steady and gentle and firm, every stroke of his tongue drawing another cute sound out of her. She was trying so hard to stay quiet now, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her hand fisting the sheets.

“I love you,” she blurted, eyes fluttering. “I love you so much. You’re so good to me. So good. Rafe. Rafe.”

Her legs were shaking now. Her whole body was glowing, the light from the window casting a golden shimmer over her flushed skin.

“I love you too, chatterbox,” he murmured against her. “Now let go for me.”

And she did.

Right there in the warm, soft sheets, with the music humming in the background and the scent of sun and skin and sweetness wrapping around them like a blanket. She moaned, high and soft and so pretty it made his chest ache. Her body trembled under his mouth and he held her close, riding it out with her, kissing her through every twitch and sigh.

When she finally melted into the bed, completely boneless and glowing, he crawled up beside her and kissed her forehead.

“So,” he whispered, brushing her hair back with a grin. “Still thinking about velvet cake?”

She giggled again, that soft airy giggle that made his heart squeeze.

“Maybe,” she whispered. “But mostly I’m thinking about how lucky I am.”

Rafe kissed her again, slow and warm, and pulled her close.

“I’m the lucky one, baby.”

[matsunoluvr]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ when the love and deepspace boys get jealous

warnings: pouty men, jealous xavier is a warning in itself, sorry if i mischaracterise…. and i also have favourites LOLL

characters: sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier

link to master list here!

author notes: all i can think of is pouty rafayel and jealous xavier my brain is a melted goop of lnds brainrot… also sorry for not posting in a while i was on holiday!!

also quick reminder that i have requests open but 1. i’ll get to them slowly and 2. please read my pinned post about rules!

more under the cut ~

out of the four men i think sylus is the least jealous - now let me elaborate that possessiveness and jealousy (in my eyes) are very different

if you talk to another man, sylus both trusts you and has enough faith in himself to know that no matter what the dude does, sylus is yours and you’re his

he trusts you 100%, without a shadow of a doubt. and this translates through his lack of jealousy when you spend time with other people

however, if the man even attempts to lay a finger on you, his tone becomes too sweet or his hand inches a bit too close and you’re getting uncomfortable?

you bet your ass sylus is interfering.

immediately shifts his body to create distance between you and the other party

he flashes a dangerous look at the other man, evol glowing dangerously as it whispers a small warning into the other’s ear

“Stay away and you get to stay alive.”

he seriously doesn't fuck around when it comes to your comfort and safety, and if he feels that another man is compromising it or pushing the boundaries it really ticks him off

when does sylus get jealous?

mostly when you start to spend less time with him and more time with others

it’s not as if as soon as you spend time with someone else he gets jealous, but if it causes you to start to ignore him/spend less time with him he gets jealous

when he gets jealous, he doesn’t hide it at all

sylus isn’t one to keep his feelings from you, so when you see his displeasured frown you know immediately something is up

he doesn’t get angry or petty when jealous, he just makes it clear that he’s not happy with the division of attention

when you ask him what’s up, he gives you the answer plain and simple

“Getting bored of me already? How come you’re spending more time with […] than me, I’m jealous.”

his voice is slow and clearly unimpressed, crossing his arms as he looks you up and down.

luckily for you, he’s not hard to win over

spend time with him, even if it’s not active such as going out to restaurants or to one of his formal events

the two of you sitting in comfortable silence, him reading a magazine and you looking through moments, that’s more than enough for him

he’s not opposed to displays of physical affection either, cuddling or kisses to his face - anything that tells him “you’re mine/i’m yours” will satisfy him

just make sure not to spend TOO much time with the other person, otherwise sylus might seriously hunt them down

he’d never make you jealous on purpose, he had no interest in other women/men at all and respects you way too much to pull petty moves like that

when sylus accidentally makes you jealous, he’ll definitely pamper you, spoil you with gifts and spend time with you

wanted to get the new limited edition plushie? he’ll stay in the arcade with you until you get all of them. wanted a new game on steam? he’s bought both the game, all the dlcs and any in game passes and currency.

Somewhere at some point during the day he'll simply come clean about it, after all he's a straight forward man and he trusts you.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to make you jealous. Forgive me, please?"

tldr; sylus is a love sick loser that knows you’re equally in love with him as he is with you

here goes the award to the most composed LI - zayne gets jealous alright, not nearly as much as the coming two but he still gets jealous

it's not that he doesn't trust you, but watching you smile so brightly to the café employee or get a little too friendly with another doctor sets him on edge

if you're talking to male friends/giving them friendly hugs zayne's completely fine with it, he's happy to see you surrounded by people who care for you and for you to be happy too

at first it's hard to tell when zayne gets jealous, he has a poker face that would put lady gaga to shame

however, after a while you discover the few subtleties that give away his disgruntled state

for example, if you're talking a bit too excitedly or friendly to the barista - especially one you'd both met just today - there'd be a little crease in his forehead, his mouthwould be a fraction more downturned and his eyes a bit narrower as if he was squinting

or if you talk to him about a male colleague when you two were supposed to be out on a date, he'd definitely be jealous... however the only give away would be the faintest purse of his lips and twitch of his eyebrow

if you ask him if he's jealous he's going to deny it, he usually doesn't lie but when it comes to vulnerable emotions such as jealousy i feel he'd have difficulties expressing them

"Jealous? I'm not jealous, don't worry about me."

but then the right side of his mouth is twitching a little and if you focus hard enough he gives the impression of a kicked puppy, a very subtle hint of 'give me attention'

if you manage to learn the art of 'zayne expression reading' and finally notice that he's not 'lactose-intolerant-and-having-stomach-issues-causing-him-to-look-like-that' but in fact jealous, here's a few ways to heal your zayne!!

zayne specialists recommend a good dosage of subtle affections - e.g. bringing up one of his interests or reminiscing upon something you two did in the past, basically indicating to him 'hey, i still love you most in the world!'

he's a perceptive man and will pick up on what you're doing relatively quick, and his little grumpy face will relax back into the unconscious, soft smile he adopts when in your presence

if he accidentally makes you jealous, he makes sure you know more than anyone else in the world that he's yours and yours only.

reciprocates the small gestures such as holding your hand in public or introducing you to his colleagues

"Good afternoon to you too. I believe you haven't met [Y/N] before?"

and then he'll adjust his hand placement, sliding from patting your shoulder to gentle resting on the small of your back, a little intimate gesture that screams "I'm their partner."

makes sure by the end of the day he's got the message across, and at one point brings it up (even though you've basically forgotten what he did to make you jealous anyways)

"I didn't mean to upset you, [Y/N]. I love you only, no one else could replace you, I promise."

okay, yeah, we made it to jealous, pouty, bratty man territory

there’s an evident gap between zayne level jealousy and rafayel level jealousy

don’t get me wrong, rafayel would do anything you asked of him - partially because of his whole lumerian bond and also because he’s utterly whipped for you

does he love you? that’s a stupid question to ask oh course he does… but does he truly trust you?

i’d like to think that rafayel (if he was dating you in this situation) is absolutely devoted to you and trusts you wholeheartedly, but in reality rafayel has deep engraved fears and uncertainties

he has a fear of being forgotten about, and likely (as a consequence of being forgotten multiple times) - the idea of being abandoned or replaced sends physical chills down his spine

so honestly, rafayel’s jealousy stems from the unwavering fear of being left alone, lost and forgotten again…

the pain of being forgotten, it’s not something he’s willing to go through any more, causing it to be difficult to fully reassure him that you’re his.

on a more lighter, more playful level, rafayel’s jealousy would probably lay with animals - specifically cats and sea creatures

one day he finds that instead of lazing about with him indoors, that you were outside napping with a cat on your lap

if he wasn’t so afraid of the cat concerned for your quality and length of sleep he would’ve had a go at the cat as it smirked triumphantly at him, licking its paws as it rolls around in your lap.

when complaining later on he would be his usual, petulant self, pouting and crossing his arms, tilting his chin up etc

“I guess you prefer those furry monsters over a fishie like me, why don’t you just leave me for one?”

to fix this petty brattiness is simple!

simply devote all your attention and affections to rafayel, as in when you two are alone and spending time together you can just pat his head or trace his beauty marks

he’ll be pouting the whole time, but after a few pats he’ll get embarrassed and his ears will go red as he says something like “I’m not a cat…” yet he still lets you pet him lol

rafayel especially likes it when you gently stroke at the roots of his hair, leaning into your touch a little every time you thread deeper into his hair

however, if you spend too much time with another man rather than rafayel, it’s a whole different type of jealousy/insecurity

he’s quiet, too quiet, and withdrawn

the situation was deeply confusing the first time around

it’s as if you ordered the wrong rafayel, what happened to his usual bratty and playful personality? this wasn’t like all the other times.

unlike his childish display of jealousy when you were with the cat, this time he had a schooled expression, blank, a facade

his expression was eerie, you’d never seen him like this, so… emotionless seeming

rafayel, really, was emotionally detaching from the relationship - he still loves you oh my god he adores you so much he’d sacrifice everything he had for you, but the idea of you preferring that other person over him?

it sends him into panic, and all he (believed he) could do was numb himself, anticipate the leave or him getting forgotten

(am i projecting too much here… avoidant attachment rafayel believer and lover 😞🙏)

if he withdrew from the relationship first, maybe it would hurt less being left again

of course you weren’t intending to leave him, so how do you fix this?

well, as unhealthy as this may seem, spending less time with the new person and more time with rafayel really would be the only way i could think of making him feel better

saying things such as “Rafayel I would never leave you.” can only provide him with short-term reassurance, after all how many times have you said that before and then still proceeded to leave him?

instead, caress him gently, give him time to feel safe in the relationship again. late night calls where you two fall asleep together or hold him in your arms as you two both sleep at night

this avoidant attachment style will, however, probably go when you two start dating, since in dating you rafayel has probably decided to let you into his heart and whole heartedly trusts you now :)

if rafayel accidentally makes you jealous, depending on the severity (again) here’s what he’d do

if it was a simple thing (such as spending too much time with the shakes idk something more tame) he’d definitely tease you

“Awwh cutie? Getting jealous of the sharks? Don’t worry, I prefer you over them any day.”

he’ll have this smug ass grin that pisses you off, as much as it makes you love him too

rafayel will give you more hugs and gifts than usual for a while after, claiming it’s ‘nothing’ and that you’re ’hallucinating things’ when you ask what he’s doing

really he’s apologising, but you don’t need to know that

if he made you really jealous/upset he’ll make is extremely clear to you that he belongs to you, his heart and will is yours

will become more clingy and affectionate with you (not that he does it on purpose infact he’s only showing his true desires more), forever. like, you get jealous? don’t worry, literally for the rest of your life you’ll know that rafayel is head-over-heels for you.

tldr: he needs a hug :( also i ended up writing way more than intended but im a rafayel lover, writer and if he has no stans left im dead

here he is, the most jealous and arguably possessive man in lnd.

xavier tries to hide it, but everyone knows that he’s yours, without a shadow of a doubt

we all saw what happened with jeremiah, don’t make me pull out the receipts LOL. like jeremiah was just happy to finally see the girl xavier was lining over for centuries and xavier was already losing his shit 😭

literally anyone talking to you too affectionately will tick him off, but xavier’s too sly to make it obvious

you’re talking to a doctor (cough zayne) ? xavier brings up some sort of old medicine they don’t or asks about their speciality so you stop talking to them

talking to a protocore specialist? he’ll all of a sudden be holding a textbook worthy protocore, worth the poor persons whole shop

a florist? he’s pointing at every flower and naming them, both common and scientific name.

“Oh [Y/N], look at that flower. I believe it’s called a Lonicera periclymenum?”

*turns to face the clearly shocked and flustered florist with a polite smile*

“Well, maybe you know it as a honeysuckle, is that correct?”

after living for so long he’s learnt many things, and boy does he use it to his advantage

when xavier gets jealous, he doesn’t expect anything from you, no no, this man is a service boyfriend if i’ve ever seen one, he was MADE to please you

rather than thinking “oh you don’t like me anymore i’m so upset“ he thinks “i need to serve and show you i’m yours.”

do you like sweet things? he’s buying you chocolates of all kinds, if that’s not your jam he’s got pastries, or candy, or fresh fruit, maybe everything in a little gift box

prefer savoury foods? he’ll cook you a meal that he knows you like (even if you don’t trust the food) he’ll practice making it until you like it

if you talk about another person when you’re one on one with him, he’ll do little things to get your attention, maybe bite your finger softly or tuck hair behind your ear, little fleeting touches and such

cheeky little grins and conversational diversions such as 'Oh? What about you, how did you do in the exam?' or 'What were you buying in the supermarket?' - more ways of saying "i'm yours, don't forget"

but if you wanted to reassure xavier, physical affections such as cuddling and kisses can win him over

nap with him for a few nights (really he forgave you the first night, he just pretended to be grumpy with you for a while longer for more naps) and he’ll be satisfied (for now)

“Come cuddle with me starlight, I’ve still not forgiven you.”

(he’s lying, he forgave you like a week ago)

likes it when you play with his hair when you two cuddle - now this makes me want to write abt how the men cuddle lol

if he accidentally makes you jealous it’d probably be when the two of you are on a mission and he flirts with another woman to easily progress through a mission

the two of you are in the hotel room and you’re sulking in the bed, turning away from him and clearly displeased

xavier knows you’re jealous, and can only huff out an amused breath - he doesn’t like that you’re feeling bad but he’s happy that you’re jealous… means you like him as much as he likes you!

he gently walks over to the bed, shifting onto the duvet beside you and reaches out to touch your shoulder - making sure you’re okay with him touching you

if you let him, he’ll lie down next to you and slowly wrap his arms around you, spooning you from behind as he slowly kisses the top of your head

slipping your shirt down to just below your shoulder, he gives the skin of your back gentle kisses as he apologises

“I’m sorry, it was for the mission. I’ve only ever loved you, so please don’t be angry.”

and then he nuzzled into your back until you finally cave in, twisting around and hugging him back.

he’ll be seriously apologetic about it though, and in the future avoid such intimate forms of gathering information even *if* you told him it was okay

AN; i got way too carried away with rafayel ANYWAYS hope you enjoy and now i want to write smaller hcs on how the men cuddle lolol

also this isn’t proofread no beta we die like caleb ig

[ducktoo]

Stalking...?

Lesserafim's Kazuha x Reader

Note: A short little fic just a start. Hope anon didn't wait for too long lol. It was a pretty cute request ngl.

There she is again.

Or at least… you think that’s her.

Mask on. Sunglasses. Hoodie pulled up like she’s trying to sneak into the witness protection program. All that’s missing is a trench coat and a fake mustache. You squint over your slowly melting iced matcha, trying not to look obvious. But it’s her. You're pretty sure it is.

Same posture. Same slow, graceful way she adjusts her sleeve. Same aura that shouts let me have my peace, please.

So you pretend not to notice.

Because, for the third time this week, you two have ended up at the exact same café. You could've sworn this was random. No stalking. No GPS tracker. You literally found this place on Insta and you thought you should try on your day off. Like. Come on.

You take a sip. Loudly. Like that’ll drown out the paranoia chewing its way up your spine.

And yet.

Somehow, even behind all that cover and sunglass, you feel her looking at you.

You don't want to make eye contact. Don’t want to make it weirder than it already is. So you duck your head, open your phone, and scroll through your gallery like a normal, non-threatening civilian. Meanwhile, your brain is spiralling into chaos like:

Okay, maybe she just really likes cafés too. Maybe we just have eerily similar taste. Maybe we both saw that Insta post. That’s fine. That’s normal. Right? Right?!

Yeah, you already knew it wasn't fine. Because the next thing you know, the suspicious hooded figure stands up. And starts walking. Toward you.

You freeze, thumb still hovering over a blurry meme of a raccoon holding bubble tea. Your fight-or-flight instinct chooses neither. You just sit there and prepare to die.

She stops right in front of your table, peels off the sunglasses slowly like she’s in a drama scene, with her glare that could say: “Seriously?”

You blink. “Uh. Hi?”

She exhales. “...You were at 0 degree near here. Monday.”

You nod cautiously. “Mhm.”

“And Gloria Jeans. Tuesday.”

“That's...true…”

“And now here. At Goose.”

You give a weak laugh. “Haha. I guess we like coffee?”

She stares.

You squirm.

“I’m not stalking you,” you blurt, louder than you meant to.

A nearby customer glances over. You offer an awkward smile like don’t worry, just being accused of lowkey idol stalking, nothing wild.

Kazuha squints at you. “…I didn’t say you were.”

“Ah.” You pause. “Right. Sorry.”

She doesn’t move. Just watches you like she’s waiting for you to pull out a notepad and start logging her beverage preferences.

You try to save yourself. “Ok, It’s just... I like cafes. I go to a new one every couple of days. I didn’t realize you were—y’know—you at first. But then I kinda did. But I didn’t wanna be weird. So I didn’t say anything. Which now maybe makes it weirder.”

She crosses her arms slowly. “So you did recognize me.”

You shrink a little in your seat. “Just... a little bit.”

Silence.

Then, to your absolute shock, she slides into the seat across from you. “You’re kind of bad at lying.”

You make a face. “I didn’t lie!”

She tilts her head. “You did say you didn’t realize who I was.”

“I didn’t! Not at first. But your posture kinda reminds me that someone on the Billboard does have that posture.”

She blinks. “...Excuse me?”

“Not in a bad way! I meant it in a like—‘oh those look familiar’ kind of way. Not like a Dumbo situation—”

She starts laughing. She actually laughs. The kind of breathy, caught-off-guard giggle that makes you relax for like, half a second.

“…Wow,” she says. “You really are just a guy who likes cafés.”

“I told you!”

She smirks. “And has a thing for oat milk hazelnut lattes.”

You raise your cup proudly. “With two pumps. It's good though.”

She lifts her own cup. “Iced americano. No sugar. Real coffee.”

You gasp. “What the…kinda makes sense why but still…ew.”

She laughs again and shrugs. “Hey, at least I’m not suspiciously following someone from Gangnam to Hongdae to Itaewon like it’s part of a K-drama subplot.”

“I’m not— okay, you know what, fair. It sounds bad. But statistically, Seoul has, like, five million cafés. I just have terrible luck.”

She hums, amused, sipping her drink like she’s suddenly very okay with this scenario. “Well, if I see you again tomorrow... I’m calling my manager… and security…and my mom too for good measures.”

You nod seriously. “Reasonable. If I see you, I’m filing a cease and desist.”

Her mouth quirks. “So we’re both watching each other now?”

“I guess it’s mutual stalking.”

You both fall into quiet laughter, ridiculous and a little flustered, sipping your respective drinks.

Then she glances at your phone.

“Is that a raccoon sticker?”

You groan. “Why does everyone keep noticing that?! Now I kinda regret I let my friends trolling me.”

She grins, eyes sparkling over the rim of her cup. “I like it.”

“Sure…You’re messing with me.”

“Maybe.”

Maybe she is. Maybe she isn't.

But when she stands to leave, she pauses.

“You coming back here tomorrow?” she asks, casually. Too casually.

You raise a brow. “Why? Planning to arrest me?”

She shrugs, smile barely hidden. “I might let you off with a warning... if you buy the drinks.”

-

You weren’t planning to come back.

And even when you found yourself walking the same exact route, feet dragging slightly, hands stuffed in your jacket pockets, you told yourself you were just craving the caramel syrup they put in their cold brew as their special.

That’s it. Just a craving. That’s allowed.

You even stood outside the café, Goose, for a solid thirty seconds, hoping that your conscience decided that it would be weird and just drag you away.

It didn’t. So you went in.

It’s quieter today. Just a few regulars typing away on laptops or scrolling through their phones. You order your drink, slip into the same seat from yesterday, and glance around once—casually. Not expectantly.

You’re not waiting. You're not. It’s fine if she doesn’t come. Really.

You sip your drink and open your phone, not even pretending to do anything productive. Just a few reels, a photo of someone’s cat doing backflips, and a café recommendation account that’s telling you to try a spot in Itaewon next.

You almost consider it. A new café would mean no awkward déjà vu. No replay of the weird conversation from yesterday. No second-guessing if you really imagined her accusing you of stalking while looking stupidly gorgeous and suspicious at the same time.

Then the bell above the door rings.

You don’t look up. But you feel it. The shift in the room. The strange quiet that settles for no good reason.

It’s stupid. Of course it’s not her. It's not-

You looked up—quick, barely a flick of the eyes—and your drink almost sloshes out of your hand.

Oh. It’s her.

Mask off this time. Still lowkey incognito with a baseball cap and hoodie, but she’s ditched the sunglasses. Her ponytail’s pulled through the back of the cap, and there’s a smug curve to her lips like she’s the one who caught you in the act as she sits in front of you.

“You actually came back,” you say.

She shrugs and takes a sip of her americano like this is the most natural thing in the world. “So did you.”

“Okay, yeah, but I was bored. What’s your excuse?”

Kazuha doesn’t answer right away. She tilts her head at you, that same intense gaze from yesterday zeroing in again, like she’s scanning for lies. Or latte foam moustaches.

You fidget under the scrutiny. “...Um..?”

She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “Just checking if you still look suspicious.”

You squint. “Do I?”

“Mm.” She gestures vaguely. “You’re about 50 percent. The raccoon sticker on your phone yesterday saved you.”

"Oh my…" You groan. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Nope.”

You stare at her. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

She smiles, small and slow, and it makes something weirdly tight twist in your chest. “Maybe.”

A beat passes. You sip your drink. She sips hers.

Then, like it’s nothing, she says, “I wasn’t actually planning to come back.”

You blink. “Oh.”

“But then I got curious.”

“Curious?”

She shrugs again. “Wondered if you’d be dumb enough to show up twice in a row.”

You clutch your chest dramatically. “Wow, rude. Say that again, but romantic.”

Kazuha snorts. It’s quiet, but you catch it. The corners of her eyes crinkle, just a little.

“I’ll work on it,” she says. Then, almost reluctantly, “...You’re not that bad to talk to.”

You pretend to swoon. “Wait, that almost sounded like a compliment.”

“Get off your ego, mister.”

You hum into your drink, heart doing somersaults despite your best efforts to play it cool. She’s here. She came back. And she’s staying. You’re not sure what this is—coincidence, fate, slow-burn disaster—but you don’t hate it.

“Wanna pick the next café?” you ask before you can chicken out.

She raises an eyebrow. “You assuming there’ll be a next time?”

You lift your cup. “You’re already here. Might as well keep the mutual stalking going.”

She looks at you for a long moment.

Then she pulls out her phone.

“There’s a place near the Han River,” she says, thumb scrolling. “Looks good. No raccoon stickers allowed.”

You groaned, but there was no bite in your tone. “Oh come on-”

[chaconnehoonie]

Wet- L.HS

☼ Lee Heeseung x Fem Reader

Synopsis- As temperatures rise, so does Heeseung’s dick.

WC: 4k+

Warnings: smut, one(1) food play-ish scene, water gun fight, cursing, nothing too extreme it’s just pwp

Smut warnings: Verbal and physical teasing, kissing, oral(f), unprotected sex, creampies, voyeurism and they (kinda) get caught, pool/outdoor sex

This is fiction and the scenarios are completely fake and from my brain, none of the characters are accurate in real life, MDNI!

A/N: This was originally supposed to be written for Sunghoon but I can’t get over that picture of Heeseung so I changed my mind. Enjoy!

You’re so hot

The summer sun warms the exposed areas of skin, but your water soaked shirt keeps you cool in the one hundred degree weather. God damn the sun and its harsh rays—cursing the land with heat waves and rising temperatures that force you and your friends to find ways to cool off.

Heeseung can’t help but stare.

Even as he feels a stream of water hit the back of his head, he can’t keep his eyes off of you. Especially when Jake takes aim and pulls the trigger of his water gun to shoot straight at the center of your chest. God bless the sun.

“Alright, pervert! You got me.” You run a hand through your wet hair, laughing to yourself as you make your way towards your friends and knock water guns with Sunoo as a small celebration.

Jake shoots you one last time, whining about how unfair you play. “Seriously, how did you even get back there? I swear I checked thrice! I want to switch teams!” You poke the muscle of bicep that’s outlined by his own soaking wet shirt, teasing him for his terrible skills at his own game.

“Maybe you should’ve checked better.” With a click of your tongue you prance towards the pool, placing a palm upon the hot pavement to determine the heat. Heeseung watches as you stand up and pull your shirt off of yourself, back arching and neck rolling back as you peel the sticking fabric off of your body to reveal your bikini.

He admires the way you swiftly throw your shirt to the side, grabbing your beach towel and placing it next to the pool to sit on. Plopping yourself onto it, you dip your freshly painted toes into the water and splash them around.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Jay startles Heeseung from his trance, snapping his head to see the younger is now the only person standing next to him, a quirked eyebrow following his question. “I can’t.”

Heeseung replies simply, turning back just in time to notice Sunghoon handing you a small ice cream cone. He’s unable to focus for long as his attention is caught by Sunoo loudly laughing from the pool, where Jake is swimming around with an open mouth, begging Sunghoon to at least attempt to throw his own cone into his mouth from where he stands next to you.

“I don’t think Sunghoon would like that.” Heeseung sighs, shaking his head and deciding his own fate is to watch you from afar. To admire you from a distance.

But Jay wouldn’t let that happen. He doesn’t call himself “Heeseung’s number one wing man” for no reason, which is why he encourages his friend to go after you. Even if Sunghoon seems to be the only guy in your field of vision.

Of course, you’re just friends. At least that’s what you both claim. Heeseung doesn’t believe it though, in fact, he believes you two have been keeping it on the low. He’s created a whole fantasy relationship between his two friends— a fantasy that he isn’t a part of.

“Your first problem is not Sunghoon.” Jay brings up the topic once they’ve made their way into the cool house, alone. “The problem is you thinking there’s something going on between them.” Heeseung scoffs, taking a beer from Jay then turning his head to look at you through the window.

Your ice cream cone is melting in the hot sun, creamy liquid running through your fingers and down your forearm and Heeseung shivers. He’s always known he has a strong imagination, but with the visual stimulation right there; the suggestively colored desert leaving trails of itself down your arm, he can only imagine how his is own cream would adorn your body.

“Are you even listening?” Jay smacks his friend’s head, snapping him out of his scandalous fantasy. “You need to make a move. And I promise you Sunghoon won’t care. Sure, he’s a little protective but he’s your best friend too—he knows what’s best for both of you.”

Heeseung only pays attention to the first half of Jay’s rant, falling back into a trance as you finally lick a long stripe up your forearm, swapping your ice cream cone to the other hand to suck on your messy fingers. He only looks away when Sunghoon grabs your wrist and forces your fingers further down your throat and you gag for a second, then bring your ice cream and spit covered hand to the back of Sunghoon’s head, pushing him into the pool with Jake and Sunoo.

“You’re so right.” Heeseung’s voice is barely audible to Jay. “What-”before Jay can even question him, the older is patting him on the back and muttering a quick thanks you’re the best and rushing outside. Jay stands there for a second, sighs, then quickly entertains himself with an unopened bottle of vodka. He’ll pay Sunghoon back later.

You move your attention from the pool to the house just in time to see Heeseung sitting down next to you. You note that he looks nervous, maybe even shy, but you don’t say anything to humiliate him. Yet.

“Hi, Hee. What’s up?” You chirp out before bringing what’s left of your ice cream to your lips, licking a sensual stripe along the side. You don’t break eye contact with Heeseung as you twist the cone between your fingers, coating the entire expanse with your tongue.

Heeseung gulps, adam’s apple bobbing as he watches a drop of melted cream land on your chest, then can’t help but follow it with his eyes as it glides down your skin over your right breast, then between your breasts, and finally landing somewhere in the covered area of your bikini top.

As if he wasn’t just ogling your body, he looks back up to see you staring at him in amusement, and finally answers your question. “Nothing.”

You nod, smirking to yourself and quickly glancing towards all four of your friends now in the pool. “Nothing, huh?” You repeat and he nods eagerly.

“So what about that?” Your gaze drops to his lap, and only then does he realize how hard he’s gotten over this short interaction. “That seems pretty up to me.” You tease, letting out a giggle before abruptly standing up and stretching out the hand currently holding your ice cream.

Heeseung grabs the cone, confused but so love-struck that he’s barely processing anything at the moment. You push his hand closer to his mouth, watching as drops land onto the crotch of his swim trunks and he once again follows your gaze.

Grabbing his cheek with one hand and pushing the ice cream past his lips with the other, you smile widely at him. “Finish for me, yeah?”

.☼.

If yesterday really happened, then Heeseung is in a slight dilemma. After arriving home last night, he did finish for you. At least, he hopes that’s what you meant by finish. Perhaps you really did mean the yummy treat but he knows you. He knows your double meanings and your teasing jokes.

But this makes his situation all the worse. To anyone else, these interactions would have confirmed your requited feelings for Heeseung, but it’s you. You’re so confusing.

With the way you’re so teasing with everyone, and the way you show affection in questionable manners. Even the way you openly treat all and any of your friends as if they’re your boyfriend.

Heeseung remembers when Sunoo complimented the scent of your lip gloss, so in return you kissed him for a solid five seconds, stating that you “just wanted him to taste it”. Yeah, sure.

Or the time Jake wanted you to clean up his eyebrows for him, which resulted in you sitting in his lap for fifteen stiff minutes applying your entire skin care routine on him.

Whatever you have going on in your head, it confuses Heeseung. Which is why he decided he’s finally going to man up and ask you on a date at your daily pool hang out.

At least, he’s going to try to. Hopefully if you’re not wearing his favorite red bikini. Hopefully if you somehow magically forgot the events of yesterday. Hopefully if he just grows some balls and lets his feelings free for the first time in years. Probably not.

.☼.

It’s safe to say, you did not forget the events of yesterday, you’re definitely wearing Heeseung’s favorite red bikini, and he has not at all grown any balls to even make eye contact with you yet.

He’s been here for an hour. One whole agonizing hour of watching you climb onto Jake’s shoulders and wrestle Sunghoon who is on Sunoo’s shoulders. Thankfully, Sunoo has thighs of steel and is able to keep Sunghoon steady while you push and pull all in an attempt to knock him over.

Heeseung’s jaw clenches and his eyes don’t leave your hands— your hands that are currently touching up every part of Sunghoon’s body. He contemplates leaving now and skipping out on the guy’s night he and his friends hold biweekly.

Your fingers grip Sunghoon’s biceps before making their way to his chest, nails scratching their way down his ridged stomach, letting out frustrated groans as you poke and poke at Sunghoon’s body.

Oh, how Heeseung wishes it was his body you were touching. He can’t take it anymore, standing up quickly and pushing his lawn chair back, where it hits the floor with a loud crash before making his way into the house just like he did yesterday.

The crash distracts you and Sunghoon takes this as an advantage as he swiftly loosens your harsh grip on Jake’s shoulders and pushes you down into the water.

From outside of the pool, Jay sighs to himself before following Heeseung back inside, finding him snooping through Sunghoon’s home bar.

“She’s not going to fuck you if you’re not sober, you know.” Heeseung jumps at the sound of Jay’s voice, almost dropping one of the expensive bottles of alcohol.

He shrugs and continues snooping. “Who said anything about fucking?” His reply is nonchalant but his best friend can see right through his act. “Your eyes say everything I need to know.” Jay laughs to himself but Heeseung doesn’t find it funny.

“Whatever. She’s not into me like that anyways.” Heeseung speaks like he’s trying to convince himself, but Jay can hear the hopeful tone in his voice. “Trust me. She was eye fucking you earlier when you weren’t looking.”

Jay barely gets the sentence out before Heeseung is visibly perking up. “Really?!” His face is bright and his eyes are glossy and wide. “Relax, man. Don’t pop a boner in front of me.” Jay teases his friend and Heeseung rolls his eyes in embarrassment, because he definitely would grow stiff at just the mention of your name.

Jay heads back towards the sliding door but turns back to Heeseung before he opens it. “By the way, Hoon invited her to stay the night with us also.” He smiles to himself before continuing his sentence. “So please try to keep it down if you do happen to make it past first base.” With that, he makes his way back to the pool and leaves Heeseung with a heavy problem in his swim trunks.

.☼.

Heeseung opens his eyes to the sound of obnoxious snoring echoing throughout Sunghoon’s living room. He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep but by the looks of it, everyone else seems to have knocked out by now too. Closing his eyes, he decides to try to fall back asleep. Until he’s startled awake-

“Heeseung.”

Shooting his eyes back open, he sits up from his place on the couch and looks around the dark room. With his eyes adjusting to the lack of light, he can only barely make out your figure kneeling next to him on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” He whispers a little too loudly and you stand up, a palm covering his mouth swiftly as you take place onto the couch next to him.

Heeseung is a big man, meaning he already takes up most of the space, leaving you only a small sliver of cushion to sit on. So, you climb up onto his lap to get comfortable— because of course you would. Stiffening up from under you, he makes eye contact with you the best he can with the dim lighting, only the moonlight peeking through the curtains.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You whisper, slowly taking your hand off of his mouth and trailing it down his chest and stomach, finally resting it at his side. Your thumb swipes comfortably there, almost as if you’re reassuring him, letting him know that this is real. “And I’m bored.” You lean in closer to him, your hand now coming up to his chest and pushing him to lay flat underneath you, his head landing softly on the armrest of the couch.

He gulps, big doe eyes looking up at you almost innocently. But you know that’s not the case. You’ve seen the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking. Seeing him drool over you is one thing but seeing him think he’s being slick with it? It, makes you way more aroused than you’d like to admit.

However, it’s taken too long for him to act on his desires, so you decide to do it for him. “Wanna help me?” Your voice is sultry and low, and Heeseung’s tummy feels warm as it stirs with excitement when he nods. Leaning down slowly, you stop as soon as the tip of your nose brushes Heeseung’s. Nodding your head slightly, you rub your nose against his almost domestically, before leaning in and lightly pressing your lips to his.

The kiss doesn’t last long, as you’re quick to pull away and smile. But Heeseung isn’t pleased yet, instead cupping the back of your head with his hand and pulling your face back towards his. Your lips smash together almost painfully, but you’re distracted quickly as his tongue immediately pushes its way into your mouth. It’s warm and wet, strong as it glides against yours in a teasing manner.

You catch his bottom lip between yours, sucking on it for a second before biting it softly and pulling away, watching as it bounces back now glossy and red. Heeseung expects more, but to his surprise, you just jump off of his lap and quietly walk to the door that leads outside.

Looking back, you watch his silhouette as he runs a hand through his hair and sits up again. You turn back to unlock the door, already taking your shirt off to expose your bare torso before turning to him one last time. “You coming?”

.☼.

If anyone had told Heeseung two days ago that he would be not only skinny dipping at 2am with you—but shoving his tongue down your throat as well, he wouldn’t believe it.

But, lo and behold, he currently has your back pressed to the edge of the pool with your legs wrapped around his naked waist, lips locked and swollen.

It all happened in a rush, between you stripping to nothing in front of him to him following your lead and ending up intertwined, he suddenly finds himself in a dream-like state.

Was this really happening? The girl he’s been craving for years is finally giving him a chance? Heeseung feels like happiest man on earth right now, and judging by the little moans you let out every now and then, he thinks you may feel the same.

“Heeseung.” You practically whimper as he drags his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at your warm skin. His lips kiss down your chest softly, landing on one of your hard nipples. He pecks it so so softly, almost afraid of hurting you, but you want it to hurt. Grabbing the back of his head and pushing your chest forward, you encourage him to take your nipple into his mouth and he easily gets the hint.

He’s barely done anything and you’re already shaking in his arms, gripping his biceps and throwing your head back with a loud moan. “Heeseung- I need you to fuck me.”

He stops immediately, then slowly detaches his mouth from your nipple and looks up at you. “Yeah? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” He thrusts his hips up, his movements slowed by the water but his cock still manages to brush against your folds. You bite your lip, nodding your head eagerly and Heeseung smiles. “Let me get a taste of it first.”

Without waiting for your response, he lifts you up and places you at the edge of the pool, your pussy sat deliciously in front of where he keeps himself afloat.

He almost drools, noting the way he can still see your slick drip out of you despite your whole body being drenched in pool water. Heeseung wastes no time, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer so his tongue can lap at your slit.

The pleasure sends a shock through your body, your back arching almost painfully and your hips push themselves harder against Heeseung’s face. He’s forced so close into your cunt that you can feel each feature—his nose stimulating your clit as his tongue teases your entrance and his plush lips sucking almost obnoxiously all while his chin is already slippery with your arousal.

“Ah-fuck!” He’s only been at it for a few minutes yet you’re already so close. But this isn’t want you want. No, as much as you want to release all over his pretty nose, you didn’t seduce him just to finish so quickly. So, you use all of your strength to pull him off of you and scoot away. “Need you to fuck me, now.”

That’s all it takes for Heeseung to lift himself out of the pool, pick you up, and then throw you on the nearest lounging chair. Thank fuck for Heeseung convincing Sunghoon to buy these at the start of the summer. Otherwise he may have opted for fucking you on the itchy grass.

Grabbing his face, you pull him down, kissing him with a sloppy force while you grow more impatient by the second. “How do you want it?” He’s so polite as he asks, but just the idea of him caring about your pleasure is so arousing. You turn around, placing your cheek on the cushion of the pool lounger and wiggling your ass to taunt him.

It works, of course, and Heeseung takes his place behind you. He slaps his thick girth on the crevice of your ass, feeling the heat between your bodies mix with the humid summer night air. “Hurry, please.” You whine but he just shushes you, dropping his cock to gather your slick on his tip.

You’re tired of waiting, pushing yourself back only slightly to feel him enter you just an inch. “Oh, God.” You gasp, caught off guard by the stretch of just the head. He fights the urge to fully push himself in, instead gently sliding in more, your walls clenching tighter and tighter as each inch stretches you out, a tingling feeling fluttering in your stomach.

He fully bottoms out, standing still with his hands on your hips for a second, before somehow pushing even deeper. You squeak, brows furrowing as you try to ignore the pain of the threatening size currently stuffing you full. You open your eyes, looking back to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes shut.

You reach your hand back and tap his own hand, letting him know he can finally move. He nods, leaning forward a bit to hover his body closer to yours. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” You smile at him for a second, but it’s quickly replaced by an open mouthed moan as he pulls back a few inches, then slams himself back in.

Building up a steady pace, he thrusts a few times before finally letting out his first moan. And God, was it beautiful. “Yes-yes let me hear you, baby.” Your voice is weak as his thrusts push your whole body against the chair, your breath unsteady and shaky with each meet of your hips.

It feels amazing, but you can’t help but feel that Heeseung is trying to be gentle with you, which you don’t want. Pushing yourself back again, you meet his thrusts with quiet hmph hmph hmph noises that catch his attention. “You need more? Yeah? My cock isn’t enough for you, needy baby?” He coos at you but you know he’s still holding back. “Please, Heeseung. More.” Your fragile voice ignites something in him, and you’re suddenly being picked up by your hair.

Heeseung grabs your wrists and pins them to the top of the lounger, romantically intertwining his fingers between yours before aggressively snapping his hips against your ass. You let out an almost-too-loud moan, but it only fuels Heeseung more. Your bodies are close and he can’t pull back fully, so instead he fucks into you at a fast, almost blinding pace.

He watches your ass jiggle as it meets his pelvis, the bouncing fat sending him to an almost trance like state. The only thing that snaps him out of it is your whiny voice. “Harder, Heeseung, harder!” He pulls out fully, not giving you time to process his actions as he sits down on the lounger and pulls you on top of him, slipping his cock back into your heat easily.

Thrusting up once, twice, then a third time, he watches your thighs tremble as you try to hold yourself up for him. He finds it cute, how you’ve teased him for so long only to end up too cock drunk to even ride him. He wraps his arms around your body, pulling you flat against him so you’re chest to chest with your face in his neck.

He slowly drags his cock out of you, then fully shoves it in, a loud squelching noise following. “So fucking wet. So fucking noisy.” He grits his teeth, clenching his jaw as he fucks up into your cunt in an almost inhumane pace. “Ah ah ah, shit! I’m cumming, Heeseung!”

Your warning barely falls from your lips as you clench impossibly tight around him, body stiffening for a second until your toes curl and you feel the knot in your stomach releasing with a tingling sensation spreading throughout your entire body, which then goes limp against Heeseung’s.

This encourages him to thrust harder, chasing his own release that he can already sense creeping up on him. His fingers dig into your ass, nails leaving indents as his hips don’t slow down. The sound of your release mixing with the slapping of his balls on your ass is all too much, and he finally lets himself go.

“Gonna cum in you, baby. Gonna cum so fucking deep-fuck!” He bites down on your shoulder as he cums, hips stilled and cock stuffed so deep inside of you, you’re sure you’ll end up pregnant even on birth control.

He slowly lowers his hips, caressing your back soothingly as if he’s apologizing for his harsh treatment before. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you?” He cups your cheeks to look into your eyes, only to meet your fucked out expression and lazy smile. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”

That was enough to almost have Heeseung stiffening up again, if not for the sound of the sliding door opening and Jay’s pissed off voice. “Brought you guys some towels.” He walks out with a hand covering his eyes and the other holding out two beach towels, which he throws on the floor carelessly, then walks back to the door. “I told you to keep it down if you got past first base.”

[duvetchico]

is your face, like… made of clouds or some shit?

summary you touch chaewon’s face for science. she short-circuits. you short-circuit. everyone’s blushing. no thoughts, just soft.

genre fluff / crack / pining dumbasses

pairing kim chaewon x fem!reader

masterlist.

you were staring.

again.

you knew it was weird. but like—have you seen her? kim chaewon? human peach? softest skin known to man? god was showing off when he made her.

and right now, she was sitting across from you on the floor, legs crossed, talking about something you weren’t hearing at all because you were too busy brain-melting over how glowy her cheeks looked in the lamplight.

“—so then i told her, if you microwave another boiled egg, you’re cleaning up the explosion yourself,” she said, laughing.

you blinked.

then, with zero warning, leaned forward and gently cupped her face.

she froze.

“…uh.”

“dude.”

you gently smushed her cheeks with both hands. “your face is so soft.”

chaewon blinked at you. “wha—”

“like. freakishly soft. what is this. is your moisturizer made of angel tears?”

she made a noise that might’ve been a laugh or a glitching hard drive.

“why are you touching my face like you’re trying to read my soul,” she whispered, face rapidly turning red.

“because i think you might actually be made of marshmallows.”

you squished her cheeks a little more. “i’m serious. your face feels like a baby’s ass.”

“STOP CALLING MY FACE AN ASS.”

“a soft one!! a good one!!”

she shoved your hands away, covering her face in both palms. “why are you LIKE this.”

“why are YOU like this. all glowy and smooth and shit. this is harassment.”

she peeked at you between her fingers. “…you think i’m glowy?”

“don’t make me repeat it or i’ll melt.”

she giggled. giggled. like a literal cartoon princess. it did things to your heart. violent things.

“you’re so weird,” she mumbled.

“and you’re so cute it makes me want to scream into a toaster.”

you both sat in silence for a second.

then she reached out, slowly, and poked your cheek.

“…your face is kinda soft too,” she whispered.

you blinked. heart stopped. brain deleted itself.

“oh my god,” you whispered.

“what?”

“we’re both soft. we’re like—one pillow away from being a skincare ad.”

she burst out laughing, falling onto your shoulder and nearly taking you down with her.

and when you finally calmed down, cheeks hurting from smiling and hearts thumping too fast, she just leaned against you and stayed there.

soft skin. soft laughs. soft hearts.

this was heaven.

ten minutes later.

you were both still on the floor, now very much not touching, but also very much not talking about what happened.

you were pretending to scroll on your phone. she was pretending to be invested in a snack wrapper.

the air was loud with awkward silence.

finally, chaewon cleared her throat.

“so like…” she said, still not looking at you, “you just go around grabbing people’s faces like that?”

you snorted. “only the ones who feel like silk.”

her ears turned red.

“…you’re gonna make me cry,” she muttered.

“from joy?”

“from EMBARRASSMENT.”

you grinned and nudged her with your shoulder. “you liked it.”

“i did not.”

“you giggled.”

“shut UP.”

you leaned in a little. “you blushed too.”

“i always blush,” she muttered. “i have sensitive skin. you know this.”

“sensitive everything honestly.”

“do you want to die.”

you smirked. “maybe if it’s by your soft little hands."

chaewon went silent again.

then—

“…ok but like,” she said quietly, turning her head to look at you, “if i touched your face right now, would it be weird?”

your brain imploded.

“i—uh—no???”

she blinked at you for a second.

then reached up and gently cupped your cheek. like exactly how you did earlier.

her hand was small. warm. careful.

you nearly passed out.

“yep,” she said, nodding seriously. “soft. confirmed.”

you stared at her. “i think i’m gonna kiss you.”

she smiled, still holding your face. “do it then.”

and you did.

just a small one. a kiss on her cheek. fast. sweet. kind of chaotic. the kind of kiss that makes your whole face feel warm and fuzzy.

chaewon froze for a second.

then grinned.

like, full-on cheeky smile, eyes crinkling, smug as hell.

“wow,” she said, hand still on your face. “so you are in love with me.”

you groaned and dropped your head onto her shoulder. “shut up. i blacked out. i don’t remember anything.”

“nah uh. don’t play dumb now. you kissed me. you admitted my skin’s perfect. you basically proposed.”

you smacked her leg. “IT WAS A CHEEK KISS.”

“cheek kiss is stage one,” she said, nodding like a scientist. “next is holding hands in public. then forehead kisses. then shared toothbrushes—”

“STOP.”

“and then marriage.”

you raised your head. “so you’ve been thinking about it too.”

she blinked. turned red. panicked.

“uh. what? no?? i’m—I’m just joking?? haha. so silly. so unserious.”

you smirked. “you wanna share a toothbrush with me soooo bad.”

“take it back before i leave.”

“you showed up to my house. you’re never leaving.”

she flopped onto your lap with a dramatic sigh, hiding her face. “ugh. you’re the worst.”

you ran your fingers through her hair, grinning like an idiot. “and you’re the softest little shit i’ve ever met.”

she peeked up at you. “you still think my face is soft?”

you kissed her nose.

“baby,” you said. “i’d sleep on it like a pillow.”

[rememberwren]

Practice

About this: certified drabble gone out of hand. best friend!Kyle Gaz Garrick/fem!reader. PIV, fingering, oral (fem receiving). King of your firsts, you ask your best friend Kyle to take your virginity.

Part 1 here.

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“Kyle?”

“Hm?” 

“Can I talk to you about something?” 

He sucks in a breath, like you’ve asked for something painful. “No can do, honey pie. I’m just here to sit in silence.”

You roll your eyes, though his joke breaks through the ice of your nerves and melts that anxious, frozen part inside you. Kyle’s good at that—putting you at ease. He does it in such easy, flippant ways that you aren’t even sure if it’s being done intentionally. Just another excuse added to the grocery-list-length of reasons why you’re here now, asking him for this. 

“If I had a favor…a big one. Would you do it?” 

He grins, a flash of pale, straight teeth. “That’s totally dependent on the favor. Does it involve burying a body?” 

“No.”

“—because my answer is yes—“

“Would you have sex with me? For my first time.” The mirthful expression drops from his face, all teasing fading away. He turns to you—literally angles his body toward you—to give you his full attention. You do your best to meet his eyes. See, you can make eye contact too. You’re to be taken seriously.  

He blinks placidly and asks: “Why me?” 

“We’ve practiced stuff before,” you begin to recite, though that grocery list of reasons why Kyle would make the perfect party in your brain has suddenly gone frustratingly fuzzy. “You make me feel safe, and I’m—like, really attracted to you.”

His mouth wobbles, threatening to grin. “Yeah?” he asks, playing at unaffected. He runs a hand over his shorn hair and answers for himself: “Yeah.” 

“Kyle. Focus.”

“Okay, okay, how’s this for focus: all those things you just said? Those are things you’ll probably feel for someone in the future. A partner. Somebody you really want to give yourself to. So why do it now with me? Why not wait for it to be real?” he asks. 

It’s…it’s a good question. With a really good answer. But telling Kyle that this is real for you? That’s not an option. So ignoring the obvious, what’s another good reason you could possibly have for not wanting to wait for Mx. Right?  

Kyle’s waiting, watching, brows raised in an smug expression that says, See. I’ve just talked you down from a dangerous ledge. You’re welcome, when you finally settle on the only excuse you can think of.

“Because,” you say, “I wanna feel good now.” 

-

He can get behind that. He can get underneath it, on top of it. Anywhere it wants him—Kyle can get there. Because you deserve to feel good, and there’s nobody in this godforsaken world who deserves to be making you feel good, but Kyle comes close. You chose him, after all, and he thinks that must stand for something. 

He sinks into the mindset the way other men must slip into well-fitting suits; this is tailor-made for him. He’ll give you the princess treatment: dinner, back to his place for wine, then he’ll sip the taste of it off of your tongue and—

At the first sign of his acquiescence, you whip your shirt off over your head and his brain blue screens. 

“Whoa,” he says. He gives himself a solid moment to eat you up with his eyes: your soft curves, your dimples, the bra you’ve chosen with the lacy edges—god, did you somehow know that he’s a sucker for lace? After the moment ends he contents himself to going hungry, scoops up your shirt and hands it back to you. “I didn’t mean now.” 

You frown, pressing your shirt to your chest to protect your modesty. “When, then?” 

“When I have the chance to treat you right,” says Kyle, laying a hand on your thigh, smoothing his thumb along the curve of your knee. “To take you out first. Dress up. Light some scented candles, I don’t know—“

“That sounds like it will take forever,” you grumble. “Can’t we fast forward? Give me a sec.”

Brushing his hand away, you disappear into your bedroom and then the light to the en suite bathroom clicks on. You leave your shirt behind. Kyle’s fingers are drawn to it, feeling the warmth from where it pressed against your skin. He wonders if it smells like you, but Jesus he’s not going to sniff your fucking shirt. He’s not that desperate—

God, it smells good. 

You reappear just a split second after he tosses your shirt back into its place on the sofa, and you set your boon down on the coffee table. It’s a scented candle, blueberry, half burned off. You flick the sparkwheel of the lighter in your hand and tip the candle dangerously sideways to light it. 

“There!” you say cheerfully. “Candles. All my dreams are suddenly coming true.”

“You are a cheeky little brat. You want in my pants that bad?” he asks, just to watch the way your mouth drops, words turning into stuttered syllables. He laughs and pats his lap. “C’mere.” 

You go, kneeling over him. His hips are slim, but it’s still a stretch for you, his hands finding your waist and helping to keep you steady, thumbs smoothing against the bare skin of your belly. He draws you against him in a hug, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. His hands run up and down the length of your back, soft and slow, drawing shivers from you. 

“What’re you so eager for, hm?” Kyle wonders. On his lap like this, arms looped around his neck, you have a small height advantage. He pulls back to look up at you, eyes tracing over your nose down to your mouth and back up again, memorizing your features in the dim lamplight. “Don’t even know what you’re missing, do you?” 

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal,” you murmur, playing with the collar of his shirt. It tickles, but he doesn’t laugh. “Virginity is an outdated concept anyway.” 

“You want it?” 

Your brows raise. “Yes?” 

He’s a bastard for saying: “Don’t sound too sure to me.” 

“I want it, Kyle. Come on, don’t tease me.” 

“Hey—if we do this, you’re in charge,” he tells you, finally relenting against his body’s fervent desire to see his cock harden. You shift on his lap and he has to pause speaking, hands flexing against you. “Whatever you say goes. Whenever you want to stop, we stop. Alright?” 

“Sounds like a lot of responsibility.”. 

“Tough,” he says. “Those are the rules, honey pie. Take it or leave it.” 

“Can I make my first rule?” 

“I’m all ears.” 

You clear your throat and mutter into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, “Kyle, I want you to be in charge.” 

Kyle’s breath leaves him in a rush. He’s a bad man. He must be, for getting so drunk off of those words. For wanting so badly to be in charge of you and your pretty body, for finding your overwhelming trust in him absolutely heady.

He leans up and kisses you. It’s not the first time you’ve ever kissed, but it’s easily the best. You take it to a hungry place and he doesn’t even attempt to rein you in, just sighs into your mouth and sucks on your tongue, your kisses turning into a heated give-and-take that reminds him of ocean waves he wants to be swept away in. 

You settle more firmly in his lap, fingers stroking up through his shaved hair. Your nails against his scalp makes him groan. The two of you kiss until your mouths are numb, until you have devolved into little thrusts against him, seeking friction. 

When you seem well and truly desperate, Kyle slips his hands up from your hips to cup your breasts, thumbs tracing your skin above the cups of your bra. 

“Take it off,” you gasp against his mouth. “Please Kyle, take it off—“ 

“Pretty pushy for the girl who isn’t in charge anymore.” 

“Kyle!” 

“Alright, alright,” he says, hands tracing around your ribs to the clasp at the back. He undoes it on the first try and mutters under his breath: “Score.” 

“What?” you pant, slipping your arms from the straps. The bra comes off, and tumbles from the couch to the floor, but neither of you pay it any mind. 

Kyle can’t speak. He’s never seen you here before, miles of new flesh on display. Your nipples pucker in the cool air under his stare, and he reaches out to rub the pad of his thumb over one, watching you shudder. When he cups your breasts in his palms he can’t help but think how well they fit in his hands, how every part of you seems molded for him. He’s not going to be able to let you go after this. It’s like being behind the wheel skidding on black ice. He sees the collision course he is on, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it. 

“Are you sensitive here?” he asks, thumbing at the hard peak of one breast. 

“Isn’t everyone?” you breathe.  

“No,” says Kyle with a warm laugh. He pinches you softly, attuned to the breath you suck in and the way your body trembles. You are a sensitive little thing, untouched by other hands, and fuck, Kyle’s never had a thing for virgins but he’s got a thing for you, and it threatens to destroy him. 

“Gonna ruin you,” he says, leaning in to nuzzle at the hammering pulse in your throat. He opens his mouth and scrapes his teeth over your collarbone just to hear the way you squeak.  

“Do it,” you whisper, hips grinding down against the hard line of his clothed erection. “Come on, Kyle, you’re all talk—“ 

“Me—?”

“—said I wanted to feel good,” you say. “Why am I still waiting?” 

Well. It’s logic he can’t argue with. 

He urges you off of his lap. “Bedroom.” 

“Alright,” you laugh. 

Just after you stand on shaking legs, Kyle adds: “Race ya.” 

-

Kyle launches himself over the back of the couch in a move that would not look nearly so smooth if you tried, socked-feet slipping on the hardwood as he races toward the bedroom. 

“Kyle, you cheater!” you howl, rushing after him.

“Blow out that candle, it’s a fire hazard!” he shouts behind him, sending you whirling back to the coffee table to huff a breath against the flame. 

By the time you make it into the bedroom, he’s reclined on your bed, ankles crossed, hat resting over his face like he is taking a restful nap. You’d believe it if it weren’t for the erection tenting his jeans. 

“If you’re tired, I can leave you to nap,” you snark, feigning for the door. 

Kyle whips his hat off of his head and tosses it like a frisbee with frightening dexterity. The hard brim clatters against your knuckles and makes you gasp, clutching them against your chest as you stare at him in shock. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” Kyle says. He sheds his shirt in that slick little maneuver men have mastered, gripping the back collar and tugging it up and over his head. It reveals a length of dark, soft skin stretched taut over muscle that has your mouth watering. You’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times—God, you’ve seen him naked, really, though not all at once—but it never stops having such a heated effect on you. He kneels up and comes to the edge of the bed, sitting on the side, reaching out one hand for you, palm soft and facing up. “C’mere.”

You go to him, taking his hands and lacing your fingers together. He strokes his thumb against yours. 

“You wanna finish undressing me?” he asks. 

“Do you want me to finish undressing you?” 

Kyle stares. Then a slow smile spreads across his face. He gets it; he always does. Standing up, he guides your hand to rest flat against his abs, drawing it downward toward his belt buckle. He says: “Undress me, then.”

Your hands shake as you unfasten his belt. You don’t bother slipping it free of the loops, just let it dangle open while unfastening his jeans. His erection makes that a little more difficult than it might have been otherwise, and every time your knuckles brush against him, he gives little sighs that go straight to your head. 

He’s not wearing any underwear. 

“Gaz you devil.” 

“That’s me,” he says with a warm smile. His fingers find the waistband of your leggings, and it’s his turn to draw them down your legs and let you brace yourself on his broad shoulders while he helps you out of them. With any other man you might have been shy, but there’s no room for it with Gaz. The way he looks at you takes up all that space in your brain for anxiety. He looks at you like he’s seeing artwork, like he wants to pin you to the wall and stare at you for the rest of his life. 

“Bed time,” he says, coaxing you down onto the soft duvet. You shift to scoot back but his hands grip your thighs, fingers denting the soft flesh as he tugs you back toward the edge of the bed in a show of strength that has your heart hammering. He kneels and spreads your thighs. Then he shuts his eyes, muttering under his breath. 

You lean up onto your elbows. “What is it?” 

His eyes flicker open. “In my house we pray before we eat, thank you.” 

“Kyle!”

He’s still laughing when his mouth presses against you. You slip off of your elbows and onto your back, both hands clasped over your eyes as he licks a broad stripe over your folds. Gaz eats pussy with remarkable tenderness, no hint of teeth, all tongue and soft kisses. He lets you hide your face and muffle your noises but draws the line when you try to close your legs with his head still between them. Winding his arms up over your thighs, he pins them open to the bed with his forearms, hands framing your cunt nicely. His thumbs slip in your own arousal when he tries to spread your folds too, and in the end he gives up, burying his face deeper into you to tongue at your entrance. 

He draws back for breath at one point, his pretty jaw smeared with your slick. He sounds winded when he asks: “What do you think, honey? Can you cum like this?” 

You continue covering your eyes with one hand, but the other reaches down to grip at his short hair and guide his mouth back to your clit. He chuckles against you but takes the hint, lapping the flat of his tongue at that aching epicenter of nerves, taking it into his mouth and suckling with sweetness. 

You’re climbing that first peak when he carefully slips his first finger inside you, giving you just enough to whet your appetite. You hadn’t realized how badly you craved something inside you until you had that slender finger to grip, but now you want more. 

“Another, Kyle, please,” you ask. 

He groans, mouth full of you, and shifts on his knees. Pulling back, he guides two fingers into you, easy as anything. “I love your manners. You’re so fucking good, you know that? So good.” 

He stops talking before he can make you uncomfortable—knows the way your chest feels fileted open with any kind of praise or compliment—and gets back to his important work. With his fingers gently working you open and his mouth on your clit, it takes hardly any time for the pleasure to crest, the muscles in your belly tensing as your pleasure draws tight and then snaps clean in two. Your toes curl, groan bitten off as you clamp your mouth shut, pussy spasming around his fingers. He works you through it, dark eyes shut like he’s savoring the taste of you. 

“Can you take more?” he asks, mouth wet, lips swollen. 

Your head bobs in a nod, throat dry from all the sounds you’ve been making. Kyle’s grin is beatific, and he leans down to kiss your closest thigh while he works a third finger into you. This one gives you a pleasant stretch, but there is no pain; you are plenty wet and relaxed. 

“You want me to use a condom?” he asks, smoothing his free hand over your belly to watch the muscles jump and twitch at his soft touch. “You been taking your pill everyday?” 

You roll your eyes. “Jesus, yes, Kyle I’ve been taking my birth control. Do you—?”

“Nope,” he says, shaking his head. “This one’s on you. Condom or no condom.” 

“Could we—without?” 

“We could,” he teases with a smile. He stands, fingers slipping free from inside you. It leaves you feeling empty, aching. 

You hope that he’ll make you cum again. 

Leaning over you, he plants a hand on either side of you and kisses you, still tasting faintly of where his mouth has been. You loop you arms around his neck, pulling him down until he rests his weight against you, chest-to-chest, your legs hooked around his waist. When he pulls back, it’s just to encourage you higher up onto the mattress so he can follow, finding his home once again in the hollow of your thighs. He says: “Let me know if anything hurts, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, looking up at him. Suddenly it doesn’t feel like there’s enough breath in your lungs. You feel starstruck by him, by the look of concentration on his face as he angles his hips until his tip brushes against your folds. Slowly, he slips inside you, and it’s a fullness you’ve never known from your own fingers or even his. Your eyes fall shut, but your mouth can’t help smiling, beaming practically. 

“Yeah?” Kyle laughs breathlessly. “That good already?” 

You get the giggles. 

“Not the best time to laugh at a man, you might give him a complex,” Kyle says, grinning. 

“All men deserve complexes.” 

“Except for me.” 

“Sure.” 

He sinks in, deeper, deeper until there’s nowhere left for him to go. His forehead brushes against your own, and your eyes open to find his own closed, mouth parted as he pants softly, looking almost as wrecked as you feel. He opens his eyes and catches you looking, but instead of calling you out, he just cocks his head, giving one of his pretty, closed-lip smiles. 

He sets a slow rhythm to start with, and it’s not enough. Your ankles lock around his back, urging him on, fingers scrambling for purchase against the smooth skin of his shoulders. Every thrust drags against the wet, swollen walls of your cunt, and at the apex his pubic bone meets your clit in a touch that’s nearly soft as a kiss. 

“Is it good for you?” you wonder, taking note of his uncharacteristic silence. 

He drops his head to rest in the dark juncture between your neck and shoulder, kissing you there. “Best it’s ever been,” he admits with a little laugh. “Your pussy is perfect. I’m trying not to cum and end things early.” 

You groan. Something about that knowledge makes the heat in your belly rise up to a boil. You clench around him on instinct, and he hisses a breath against your neck, then teases the spot with his teeth. When he’s drawn blood to the surface of your skin, he leans up onto his elbows to admire his work. His mouth is swollen, but he looks unquestionably pleased with himself.  

For a while the two of you continue on like that: his lazy thrusts and mouth leaving bruises on your neck. Bracing himself on one elbow, he takes your hand and kisses your fingertips before guiding it down between you both toward your pussy. 

“Make yourself feel good,” he says. “You probably can’t cum just from this.” 

Your body agrees. He felt good inside you, but it isn’t until you touch your clit that you feel the first tendrils of that addictive heat in your belly. You chase it immediately, eyes falling shut as your fingers work faster. It’s different with him inside you—like there’s no room for the pleasure to fizzle out and die the way it sometimes does at your own touch. Instead he drives you higher, especially as his tight-knit control wavers and his hips drive into you with more force. 

You forget to tell him when you’re close. It creeps up on you, really. All at once your muscles seize, everything focused on that narrow place between your legs and the epicenter of an orgasm that has your back arching until your breasts press flush against his chest. (You hear him suck in a breath like you’ve stabbed him, his voice shaky when he asks: “Are you cumming?” but there’s no breath to answer him with.) There’s no more room for your hand to work but Kyle’s thrusts drag you through the aftershocks. It seems to go on forever, your sounds embarrassing but your brain wiped clean of embarrassment. 

“I’m not pulling out unless you tell me to,” he says once your ears have stopped ringing. He sounds strained, his chest brushing against your nipples with every shallow pant. “So jot that down.” 

“Don’t want you to,” you admit, boneless. “I want to know what it feels like when you cum inside me.” 

Kyle moans quietly. His head drops, forehead resting against your own as his thrusts grow hectic. He mutters the quietest fuck in your ear when he cums, filling you with a rush of wet warmth that turns the sounds of his cock slick and lewd as he works himself through it with your pussy. 

When he pulls out, it’s jarring. You feel so empty. He kneels back on his heels and spreads your thighs to watch his own spend leak from your entrance and says it again, that quiet little fuck that makes you feel invincible. 

Collapsing on the bed beside you, he finds your mouth, cradling your head in one of his hands, turning you to angle your mouth just right for his tongue. 

“You were perfect,” he says when he breaks the kiss. His knuckles skim your cheekbone. “Thank you. For choosing me.” 

You nod, throat suddenly tight. It’s over now, time to return to reality. Except you don’t want it to be over. You don’t want a reality without Kyle by your side or in your bed. How did you think that this would be a good idea? How did you think you could be so intimate with him and just let him go? Stupidly your eyes burn, and he must see something on your face because he rushes to assure you: “Hey, we’re okay. Nothing’s different now, yeah?” 

Yeah, you think dully. That’s the problem. 

[bowxs]

Omg congrats on your Milestone ❤️❤️ So as an idea, how would Dean react if reader is very nervous during their first time because she is very self conscious about her body and she just wants to hide herself?

awh :( i think dean would be genuinely so sweet and understanding!

divider from @uzmacchiato

dean moved slowly. skillfully. but carefully as he slowly thrusted inside of you, finally finally after all these months of being together, finally being told you wanted him to take your virginity

he took this honor very seriously, determined to make it the best possible experience for you. he took his time stretching you out, not wanting to hurt you at all

even as hes fully seethed inside of you, the pleasure overwhelming, your brain couldnt help but drift to the worst. how did your stomach look from his angle? what if he found you ugly all of a sudden, despite the compliments every day

of course- of course, dean noticed. he always did, especially if you were feeling insecure. his hand found its way to your chin, his movements stilling deep inside of you as he focused on you feeling good mentally

“whats going on in that pretty head, baby?” he mumbles, but his voice is filled with concern as he leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek

“nothing” you try to answer, but your met with hin shaking his head. “i see that look in your eyes.” he counters, leaving you speechless and somehow more in love with him. he always knew what was wrong

his hand leaves your chin, moving to your stomach, frowning a bit at the way you suck in. “dont do that, baby, you gotta let yourself go for me” dean coaxes, his hands massaging the skin of your waist

“c’mon beautiful, dont be thinking all that bullshit about your body right now” he shakes his head again, slowly rolling his hips, just enough to make you whimper at the new feeling

“dean-” you protest, but he cuts you off again with a kiss. a soft, tender kiss that reminds you just why you love him in the first place. “you have nothing to be insecure about, how many times have i told you?”

he rolls his hips again, his hands slightly tightening around your waist. “id spend my last breath worshipping your body if you asked me too” he whispers against your lips

and god does he prove it that night, spending the whole tome practically worshipping you, letting your bad thoughts melt away under his hands.

[lovebugism]

Im a very indecisive person but I guess I'll go with “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” with Eddie, if you have any inspiration for this prompt 💕

ty for requesting!! — you get mean when you like someone, so eddie thinks you hate him (grump!reader, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, shameless succession reference, 1.9k)

“Please, tell me you’re joking,” you mumble through the melting vanilla shake on your tongue.

Robin grins at you across the table and shakes her head. “Nope,” she says, popping the p. “You are officially looking at Vicki Carmichael’s latest odyssey.”

You and Eddie look over your shoulder at Steve. He stands at the front counter and fumbles with the straw dispenser — hitting the lever repeatedly, with an increasingly rougher touch when nothing comes out. He flounders when they all spill out at once. 

He’s lucky he’s so pretty.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Eddie announces from beside you after stealing a sip of your milkshake. He squints and fights off a brain freeze. “Why didn’t he just tell us? He’s screwing the hottest girl in town— it feels like something he’d brag about.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you scoff, mostly kidding.

“‘Cause he knew you guys would totally ream him for it,” Robin answers and pinches fry crumbs into her mouth. Through a mouthful of them, she says, “It’s not like you’re usually supportive about this kinda stuff.”

“I’m all for Steve being a slut, okay?” you defend with your hands up in surrender. “But I do draw the line at my best friend fucking the girl who bullied me in high school.”

“What’d she do?” Eddie asks. You can’t tell if he really cares or if he just wants something new to laugh at you for, but you decide to humor him anyway.

“She cut out the boobs of my gym shirt before class because she knew if I dressed out again, I was getting detention,” you explain, smiling when it makes the table laugh. “I had to run the mile with my bright pink sports bra showing, but at least my record was clean.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Steve wonders aloud when he returns to the table, carrying the only straw that hadn’t fallen to the floor. He slides into the booth next to Robin and looks at the three of you expectantly.

“Nothing.” the brunette girl chirps.

“You,” Eddie deadpans.

You squint. “Real smooth, Munson.”

“Wait, what?”

Eddie laughs. “I mean, Vicki Carmichael? Seriously?”

Steve gapes at Robin, features yawned in betrayal. “You told them?” 

The girl shrugs, taking a big bite of her burger and playing coy.

“She’s hot and everything, but she’s really not your type, man.”

Steve’s eyes narrow across the table. “What’s that supposed to mean, freak?”

“She likes bad boys,” you answer for him, shrugging like it’s obvious. “You know, the Billy Hargrove types. With tattoos and leather jackets and long hair. And, no offense, but you’re the furthest thing from that.”

“I think you just described me, doll,” Eddie laughs.

“Weren’t you screwing around with Billy Hargrove a couple months ago?” Steve wonders with a knowing, honeyed squint.

“Shut up, Harrington,” you bite.

Eddie grins with all his teeth, pink and boyish and proud. “Oh, so you’re screwing guys that are just like me now, huh? I’m flattered.”

“If anything, you’re the dollar store version of Billy Hargrove, Munson,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to the milkshake in front of you. You stab holes in the thick ice cream and try to ignore the sudden attention.

All the eyes on you make you nervous. You were never good at being the butt of the joke. ‘Cause when you get embarrassed, you get mean. Like some kinda hurt dog.

“You have everything but the looks.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie snorts and snatches the frosted glass away from you. He slides it over to his side of the table and sips from the straw that has your lipstick stained on the tip of it. “You can’t insult me—”

“Can’t I?”

“—Not when you’re fucking a carbon copy of me,” he scoffs and tries to ignore the jealousy burning wildfires behind his ribcage.

“He’s nothing like you,” you insist.

“He’s exactly like me. Just blonde. And watered down,” Eddie argues, face twisted with disgust. He smiles when it makes everyone else laugh but you. “I mean, it’s kinda sad, actually. I turned you down, so you had to try it out with Hargrove?”

“I didn’t try it, first of all, I fucking conquered it,” you retort, not exactly joking but grinning when it makes Steve and Robin chuckle to themselves. “And second of all, I never wanted you, Munson. So there was never anything to turn down.”

Your words sting somewhere deep in his chest. Like there’s a knife lodged deep in his heart that aches every time he breathes. He doesn’t know what to do with this hurt other than hurt you back. 

“So that night you told me you liked me after my show— that was all a lie?” he asks, smirking to hide his ache.

Robin’s eyes go wide as she bites into her burger. “What is this? A sleepover?” she scoffs with her mouth full. “Why is everyone telling each other’s secrets?”

“You started it, Buckley,” Steve quips before stealing one of her fries.

Your answer is immediate. A total lie, but instant nonetheless. No one’s gonna out-insult you. Rarely ever do you come out of petty arguments without having drawn the most blood.

“Yeah! You bombed, and I felt bad, and I wanted to make you feel better,” you confess with a sinister giggle. “What I really wanted to say is that I wish your mom had given birth to a can opener because at least then it might be good at something.”

Eddie meets your smirk with a glower, something genuinely pained that makes your chest sting. You refuse to show it, though. Not even when he slides out of the booth. “Yeah, okay. Fuck you,” he mumbles to himself as he goes.

“What?” you scoff a cynical laugh.

“C’mon,” Steve murmurs quietly to you. “That was a little too far.”

“Oh, so he can make fun of me, but I can make fun of him?”

“It’s different. You know that.”

You roll your eyes even though you know he’s right. Eddie’s a clown, but he means well. He’s a dumbass because he doesn’t know how to be serious about anything, but he’s hardly ever outright mean. 

You’re made of something more hardened than that. You set fires all around you, and only when a person walks through it do you know they really care. You don’t mean to be so mean half the time. It’s a defense mechanism more than anything. A time-bomb you never really learned to defuse.

“It was a joke, Eds!” you shout as he storms the short distance to the entrance of the diner.

“Well, surprise. I have feelings—” he grins, though there’s little emotion behind it. The door dings over his head when he shoves it open. He reaches for the crushed packet of cigarettes in his pocket. “—And you just hurt them.”

The diner feels strangely silent with him gone. The air feels noticeably heavy, too. 

You reach for the milkshake he left on his side of the table and slide it audibly back over to you. You don’t sip from it, though. Your stomach’s too much in knots now. You just busy your fidgeting hands with it, holding the frosted glass in your delicate palms until they ache.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumble, not meeting the silent looks Robin and Steve give you across the booth.

“Go talk to him before you give him a complex.”

“Yeah,” the boy hums with a knowing smile. “Go kiss and make up.”

“Shut up,” you bite with a scrunched-together face. You deflate with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll go— but not because you told me to.”

You hear them laugh quietly to themselves as you walk out behind Eddie. 

He leans against the corner of the old building and blows smoke from his lungs. He looks relatively unfazed despite the circumstances. You swallow down the worry that you’re embarrassing yourself by being out here at all.

Your shoes scuff against the sidewalk as you near him. “Eds—”

“I’m fine,” he interjects before you can say anything real. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Well, it’s too late. Steve and Robin already kicked me out here, so…” You trail off in a monotone, despite having already declared that you were out here not because you were told to be. He doesn’t need to know that, though. “…I’m sorry.”

He takes a puff of the cigarette between his fingers, then shrugs on the exhale. “Okay.”

“The can opener thing was stupid— I mean, it wasn’t nice either, but it was a really dumb joke,” you ramble without taking a single breath. You cross your arms over yourself in a makeshift shield. “You didn’t even bomb that night. At your show or whatever. I lied. You were… You were actually really good.”

Eddie turns his head slowly. He blinks at you with chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement.

You cower under his stare. “What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he insists with a crooked smile.

“What?” you repeat, forcing a laugh.

“You’re fucking with me,” he chuckles and brings the cig back to his mouth. He mumbles through the stick. “But it’s cool, you know? I can cope.”

“I’m being serious, Eddie,” you argue. And then, when your chest starts to sting, it becomes impossible not to make a joke. “I think you’re a… super-talented superstar—”

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he interjects with a sincere laugh, like honey and gunpowder.

You giggle, and the foreign tension ebbs.

“I’m just kidding,” you assure and prop your back against the wall beside him. “Well, I mean, I’m not, but I…” You stammer when you can’t find the words. You gesture wildly with your hands. “I do think you’re talented, it’s just— It’s hard for me to be serious, okay? But I am sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures, tossing the cigarette to the ground and snuffing the ash with his sneaker. “Trust me. I know what you mean.”

You swallow hard. “And I wasn’t… What I said to you that night, in your van after the show… I wasn’t lying.”

Eddie’s head snaps up. He blinks at you with a gaping gaze, even though you’re not looking at him to see it. You’re much more focused on the dumpster across the street, lest you meet his eyes and get embarrassed all over again. 

This is the realest you’ve ever been with him, you think — since you told him you liked him and he all but turned you down.

Being vulnerable has been impossible since then.

“Then why’d you never talk to me about it again?” he asks, then stammers over himself. “You acted like it never even happened— I thought I fucking— like, dreamt it or some shit.”

“Because you didn’t say anything back! I thought you didn’t feel the same way!”

“I was just— I was just shocked. You always act like you hate me!”

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you blurt before you mean to, then huff with impatience at yourself. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know… I don’t know how to be nice to people I like.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie laughs, shifting on the brick wall until his shoulder rubs against it. He looks down at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time — glittering with the hope of finally getting close to you, of finally having something real.

“Don’t laugh!” you argue. “I’m trying really hard here!”

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, leaning in until you can taste the nicotine on his breath. In a honeyed tone, he confesses, “It’s a good thing I like you mean, then, huh?”

Your heart lurches into your throat. He smirks when you freeze, and knocks his shoulder against yours when he heads back into the diner.

The game of cat and mouse continues.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

You know Lea, I was having such a bad day at work yesterday and I just found myself daydreaming about your THUYW series and it honestly made my shift so much more bearable 😭💕

I couldn't help but fantasize about Billy + Frankie absolutely WRECKING Reader. It'd be SO delicious in this verse holy shit.

You seriously got me daydreaming about THUYW to cope with work WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME LEAAAA

a/n: AAHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! i'm so sorry that work sucked, but omg, i'm so happy this slutty little au could help distract you ♡ but also omg i just gotta point out that gif i found?? that’s them. that’s frat!billy and frat!frank omg omg omg look at theeemmmm

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okay, so, imagine Billy inviting you into his room while you’re waiting for Steve to get back from the boxing gym

then he leaves you alone for a second to go get you a glass of water

but as you wait for him to return, you spot something curious on his bedside table and it’s not till you’ve scooted closer that you realise it’s sex toys that he has just left laying around as if it wasn’t something utterly scandalous

I mean, the drawer is even open! It’s so stuffed full of toys that it almost can’t be pushed back closed!

but then when Billy does return, glass of water in his hand and now also his best buddy Frank at his side, your curiosity has gotten the best of you as they catch right when you had picked up one of the toys you weren’t sure what was.

you, of course, drop it immediately when you notice that they’re back, and as soon as it hits the ground, it turns on and starts buzzing against the floorboards. 

probably one of the top most embarrassing moments of your life at that point… 

but then, when they finally get their laughter under control (or maybe Frank is a total sweetheart about it and elbows Billy to quit teasing you) they fish out of you how you don’t really know what any of the toys are and it’s only because you recognised a few of them as dildoes (because your rich stepbrother bought you a few purely for slutty training purposes) that you realised they were objects of a sexual nature

so, naturally, they then treat it as a fun little teaching moment

they go through the whole drawer, one by one, first making you take a guess before they explain them all to you. 

now, Billy is a hoe, so his collection is stocked.

there’s everything from all sorts of dildoes (realistic, glass, cute curved ones, double-ended, fantastical monster ones), various vibrators (wands, rabbits, app-controlled, those amazing clit suction stimulators), butt plugs, fleshlights, all of the lube you could ever dream of, cock rings, nipple clamps, ben wa balls, paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, blindfolds, ballgags

and with each toy that they get through and explain to you, the worse the tingles between your thighs get…

do they end up trying a few of them on you?

of course they do!! 

though I think you’re still a bit of a scaredy cat at that time, so you don’t wanna be too adventurous yet

I’m thinking, in that moment, you’re the most curious about the vibrators because you’ve never played around with that before, and just feeling them switch one on against your fingertips makes your brain melt simply imagining what it would feel like against your pussy

when they do press it against your pretty clit for the first time, you nearly fall off of the bed from the way the unfamiliar and intense sensation makes you jump (which of course just makes them giggle because holy fuck you’re so adorable to them)

maybe they’re both laying on their stomachs, between your parted thighs, Frank holding the vibrator against your puffy pearl, grinning at the way it makes your pussy weep before them like a fucking leaky faucet to quench their thirsts

perhaps then Billy gets out some of the dildoes… one for him to play with your cunt and one for him to stuff in your mouth and watch you drool around… 

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[saintzweig]

ldr bf art calling his gf for phone sex!

– cw: use of drugs (only mentioned!!) mommy kink :3

– i may or may not have written this from my own recent experience :3

"hi" art sniffled as he placed his phone against his ear, leaning against his headboard.

"hi baby, you okay?" your voice is so soft, so full of concern that made art melt. he nods, even though you can't see him. "yeah, yeah– uh, patrick gave me a pill"

you hum, encouraging him to go on. "and i just, couldn't stop thinking about you." his voice gets low and breathier, he shifts on his bed to adjust his pants. "it– it hurts"

"you want me to help you out?"

he whimpers, "please"

"please what?"

"please mommy" and you laugh, you laugh at how pathetic and needy he sounds. all for you.

"be a good boy and listen to mommy, hm?"

"yes, yes mommy. i'll be good, i promise" he bucks his hips up slightly, desperate to feel something. "palm yourself, baby. slowly"

he nods, you can tell he's already doing it the way he's moaning through the phone. it feels good, but it still hurts– the way he's restrained in the tight material of his jeans. "that's it, good boy" if it didn't hurt that much he probably would've finished already.

"alright, take it off." he drops his phone on his pillow, scrambling to unzip his jeans and throw them to the floor. the sight of the precum staining his gray boxers almost made him gasp, he wishes you could see it. he wishes you could see how horny he is for you. he picks up his phone, placing it right back on his ear. "d-done, mommy"

"the tip, baby. run your thumb across it, want you to feel how wet you are" with your permission, he places his hand around his cock, running his thumb on the leaking tip. he shivers at the sensation, watching as the precum stick to his thumb as he raises it slightly.

"spit on your hand for me?" and he does, he listens to you so well. he didn't miss how your voice sounds breathier, images of you laying on your bed with your hand inside your panties flashing in his mind fills his stomach with heat. "y-you touching yourself, mommy?"

you hum, "yes, pretty boy" and you give him permission to touch himself however he wants with the condition that he doesn't stop cumming until you do as well. and he whines, both excited to finally touch himself and nervous because he knows it takes a while for you to cum with just your fingers. but the pill that he took made his mind hazy and his cock throb harder that he just moaned a yes.

he hears you touch yourself, whining about how much you miss his cock, how bad you want him to feel how tight you are as you thrust your fingers inside you. "fuck, baby. made me so wet, wish you could taste me"

he gasps, feeling the familiar sensation building up in the pit of his stomach. "m-mommy, g'na cum, mommy"

"mm, go ahead baby. wanna hear you cum, want you to think of filling me up– fuck, want your warmth so bad, pretty boy"

he thrust his wet cock into his hands, bucking his hips as he watched ropes of cum land all over his stomach, staining his shirt. he groans, telling you how hot you sound and how good it feels but it all comes out gibberish, his brain muddled from the pleasure. it doesn't help that the drugs he took heightened the sensation.

"that's it, you're such a good boy aren't you?" your sweet voiced pulled him back to reality, he felt as if he reached the stars– seriously. "rest first, baby. join me again when you're ready, yeah?"

he breathes out a small yes, listening to you moan for him and within a few minutes, he's hard again. his second orgasm hits harder, making him teary eyed. he couldn't help but drool as he cried out for you, almost drunk in pleasure. "f-fuck mommy, need you. i need to feel you, please mommy. a-ah, cumming. 'm cumming"

by the third time, he's face down on his mattress and rutting his hips into it. his tip is pink, glistening and sensitive, staining the sheets with his fluid. he's full on sobbing at this point, not wanting more than for you to cum. "cum for me, mommy, p-please. i've been good, make a mess on my cock, mommy. you sound so pretty like this"

by the end of it, both of you are breathing heavily through the phone. a moment of silence before you burst into giggles. "you're so cute, artie."

he rolls his eyes, chuckling. "i feel like such a slut right now. i've got no pants on and i have cum everywhere"

he hears you smile through the phone, "if it makes you feel better, my fingers and my thighs are all sticky."

"i miss you so much" he sighs, "can't wait to see you"

"i can't wait either, baby. next time, i'm not gonna let your cum go to waste."

[tiki-was-here]

Mark Grayson x Healer reader

Word Count: 800 smth words

this is so cringe chat i cant write teens. also im not even done with season two i hate school man.

The humming of the sick bay machines is oddly calming. Even if every inch of your body aches. Your arms feel like they’re filled with lead, your vision blurs every time you blink too long, and the searing hot feeling in your chest won’t go away.

Mark is in the cot beside yours, looking like he got hit by a truck. Twice. Dark circles under his eyes,  skin streaked with blood, and there was a bruise blooming down the side of his jaw. Still, he was adorable as ever.

“You look like a soggy burrito,” you muttered without looking at him.

Mark turned his head toward you with an exhausted groan. “And you look like someone stuffed a blanket into a juice box and called it a superhero.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

He squinted at you. “I’m concussed. Shut up.”

You both went quiet, letting the soft beeps of the machines and the distant chatter of medics fill the space. You were sore, tired, and very aware that your heart was beating louder than usual.

“Anyway,” you say, trying to change the subject before you melt into the hospital bed, “you’re still bleeding.”

Mark looks down at the gash on his side and shrugs. “It’ll stop eventually. My healing factor kicks in... eventually.”

“Eventually isn’t good enough. You need help.”

“I think the person who nearly passed out trying to heal everyone else is the one who needs help.”

You grimace. He’s not wrong.t you’d already pushed your powers too far. The blood transfusion hooked to your arm was struggling to catch up with what you gave.

But there is another way.

“…You know,” you said softly, turning your head to look at him, “my blood’s not the only part of me that can heal.”

He glances at you, eyes curious and half-lidded. “What do you mean?”

You shift slightly, tucking your arm beneath your head. “It’s mostly liquid-based. My healing powers, I mean. Blood is potent because it’s, like, concentrated.

Mark’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait — are you saying… you have magic piss or something?”

You stare at him. 

“I’m going to throw something at you,” you say flatly, but your voice cracks with a half-laugh. “Seriously? That’s where your brain goes?”

He raises his hands in surrender. “You said liquids! I was just trying to understand!”

You roll your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about pee, you idiot,” you said, lifting your head again. “I meant… like tears. Sweat. Spit.”

“—Like, if you spit on a wound, it heals?” he interrupts, squinting at you like you’ve just suggested licking a battery. “Is that hygienic?”

You exhale sharply, looking up at the ceiling like maybe a higher power will give you patience.

“Mark.”

“Yeah?”

You turn your head toward him, cheeks burning but voice steady. “I want to kiss you.”

His mouth falls open.

“I—You—Wait, what?”

“Kiss. You,” you repeated, enunciating each word like he was a toddler. “Lips. Mine. Yours. Together. Healing. Maybe tongue. Optional. And I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while anyway, so…. Kinda killing two birds with one stone.”

His brain short-circuited. You could see it. 

A beat passes. Then two.

“You’re serious?” he asks quietly.

“I just fought a giant lizard alien hybrid with you, nearly died, and gave half my blood to save our friends,” you mutter. “Yeah, Mark. I’m serious.”

Something softens in his expression. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time — like all the years you’ve known each other, all the battles, all the late-night chats and almost-moments — are finally adding up to this.

“I… I really want to kiss you too,” he says, almost like it surprises him. “Like, really. I think I’ve wanted to for a while, but I didn’t want to screw things up.”

Your heart does a ridiculous flip in your chest. “You’re not screwing anything up.”

He nods once, eyes locked on yours. “Okay. Um. Then I’m gonna—okay.”

He leans towards, wincing a little as his ribs protest. You meet him halfway, hands trembling as you touch his jaw, guiding him gently closer until his lips brush yours.

 It wasn’t a perfect kiss—he still tasted like blood and hospital gum, and your nose bumped his a little too hard—but it was soft,warm, all you've ever wanted since the moment you laid eyes on him.

Your lips moved slowly against his, and for a second, you swore you felt a spark. Maybe from your powers. Maybe from him.

When you pulled back, both your cheeks were burning. 

“…Feel better?” you asked, breathless.

Mark smiled. “A little.” Then paused. “Might need a second dose. You know. Just to be sure.”

You scoffed. “Wow. You’re such a flirt when you’re bleeding out.”

“And you’re weirdly hot when you’re threatening to heal me with your spit.”

He grins — bright and stupid and beautiful. 

And for the first time in hours, you don’t feel quite so drained.

Fun fact reader was originally supposed to go down on him but I was in public and kinda forgot how old he is when he officially starts working as a superhero so I decided to play it safe

[419jhat]

Eddie's lagging behind his friends at comicon, lazily taking in a particularly cool d20 being sold in the artist alley when he spots her. Seated in a chair, looking bored as fuck while she scrolls on her phone, was the most beautiful Blossom he's ever laid his eyes on. She wasn't wearing the usual outfit. She'd switched it out for something preppy and modern- a pleated pink skirt swishing around her thighs, cute white socks, and a sweater vest that shows off how much she goes to the gym. She looks like she would've called him a freak in high school, but in a sexy way, which is a thought that he doesn't want to reflect on without his therapist present.

"You gonna shoot your shot?" Gareth asks.

Eddie feels like he's been caught.

"I don't know, maybe I will," he says with a shrug.

"She's out of your league, friend. She looks like she'd step on you."

"I know," Eddie sighs.

Gareth looks incredibly unimpressed . "Ugh. Go. Before I leave you standing here like an idiot and she notices you staring. Which you're doing a lot, by the way."

He finishes with a shove right between Eddie's shoulder blades, forcing him to stumble toward Ms. Blossom in a way that catches her attention. And then he has to walk up to her, because he's looking at her and she's looking at him, and neither of them are looking away and it's becoming a whole thing. He walks toward her slowly, because he can't think of what to say, and the way she's playing with her wig is really distracting and cute.

"Uh. Waiting for a Rowdy Ruff Boy?" he jokes awkwardly. Blossom's face morph into pure disgust and Eddie wants to melt into the floor.

"Seriously bro?" she asks with a shockingly deep voice.

Before Eddie can make his brain snap together a response, the other Power Puff Girls are running up to them.

"Steve! I hope you didn't wait long, Chris wanted to get one of those- oh. Hello," Buttercup says, when she notices him. Bubbles' blonde hair is very real, and very cute pulled into pigtails. Buttercup seems to have just dyed hers black for the occasion.

"Hi," Eddie says lamely. He waves at them, for some reason.

Buttercup gasps. "Are you hitting on him? We can leave and come back. Come on, babe," she says, grabbing Buttercup's hand.

"Don't fuck this up!" Bubbles says as she's pulled away.

"Oh my god, ignore them. What did you say?" Steve, apparently, asks. Eddie wants to crawl in a hole and die. He can just feel Gareth laughing behind him.

"It's was a joke. You know, the Rowdy Rough Boys?" Steve doesn't seem to know, so he adds, "the evil boy version of the Power Puff Girls?"

Steve looks down at his clothes as some kind of recognition dawns on his face. "Oh! Shit dude, I haven't seen the show. Rob and her girlfriend just really needed a Blossom."

This is usually the point Eddie would tease Steve about being a poser, but he looks so sincere (and his biceps are so distracting) that his game is totally out of shape. A guy who would don a skirt for his friends? A man after his own heart! He half wants to make up an excuse and leave to save himself from further shame, but he's too enticed by the cute moles on Steve's jaw that he lets himself suffer a little longer.

Steve looks him up and down and asks, "so what are you supposed to be?"

Eddie looks down at his ripped jeans and says, "...me."

He's internally kicking himself for leaving his own outfit in the hotel room.

Steve smiles up at him in a way that shows off his makeup. "Well it's working for you. You know when you first came up to me I thought you were asking me if I wanted to get rough with you."

Eddie laughs awkwardly, cheeks burning, because bombing an interaction this badly is exactly the kind of thing the universe would demand of him. Steve just stares at him. Eddie stares back awkwardly, wondering what he's supposed to even say. He can see Buttercup and Bubbles a few feet away, mouthing something at him combined with a collection of hand gestures he doesn't really understand. Steve sighs. Then he flicks the wig in a way that's kind of flirty and says, "that was an invitation, dude. You gonna take it or sit there and keep staring at my tits?"

And Eddie does take the invitation, thank you very much.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hey i just saw your prompts thingy and can i ask for #8? tysm :)

Hi, anon, ofc! I hope you like it

This is from my prompt list. Pick a number and send it to my asks.

Warnings: making out, suggestive.

Word count: 832

Alexa, play Kiss me more by Doja Cat

Getting caught making out in the dressing room backstage (feat. Han)

The dressing room was a little too quiet, the only sound between you and Hyunjin the soft, rhythmic press of lips against lips. You and Hyunjin were leaning against the wall, bodies pressed close, both of you breathless.

The kiss deepened as Hyunjin’s hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He tasted like mint and something darker, more intoxicating, and you lost yourself in it as his tongue brushed against yours.

For a moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside this room, the expectations, the fans— all of it was nothing compared to the tension building between the two of you.

Then, just as his hand began to slide a bit lower, slipping under your waistband, the unmistakable sound of a door creaking open shattered the moment. You both froze, faces flushed with heat.

You pulled away instantly, your eyes wide with panic. Hyunjin froze too, his lips still hovering near yours.

Standing in the doorway, eyes wide and blinking, was Han. He stared at the two of you, mouth hanging open as though his brain couldn’t even process what he was seeing, “What... the... hell?”. Han’s voice was high pitched with disbelief as he slowly took a step back, trying to retreat like the mere sight of you two kissing was physically painful, “What in the world is going on here? This is... gross! Ew!”

You and Hyunjin moved awkwardly to adjust yourselves. You tried to smooth your hair, feeling completely flustered, but it didn’t help at all. “No, wait, Han! It's not what it looks like!”, Hyunjin stuttered, practically tripping over his words, “We were just... hum, just…”. Han held up his hand high like he was being mugged, “Nope! Nope! Don’t even try to explain! I don’t need details. I didn’t want to see any of this! Ugh!”.

You winced, suddenly very aware of how awkward this situation had just become. Han looked disgusted, his face contorted like he was trying to physically scrub away the image from his mind. “No, no, no”, Han muttered, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge the scene from his brain. “I was just coming in here to grab my hoodie and then I walked into this? What the hell?! This is... disturbing, seriously! I don’t need to know about your stuff, Hyunjin!”.

Hyunjin looked like he was about to melt down and die on the spot, “Han, please... just go. Don’t make it worse”. But Han wasn’t even listening, “I don’t even wanna look at you guys anymore”, he whined, his voice full of dramatic disgust. He turned away, hands over his eyes, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this, but I’m scarred for life. My innocence is gone!”.

You could feel your face burning with embarrassment as you glanced at Hyunjin, who was doing his best to suppress a nervous laugh, despite the chaos, “I think three of us are gonna need therapy after this”, you whispered to him, trying to maint some dignity.

Han spun back around, his face still twisted in disgust. “Ugh! You guys are nasty. Just... I don’t know what you were thinking, but never, ever let me walk in on you again. Please. I’ll be traumatized for weeks”. He waved his hand as though trying to shake off the image.

Hyunjin, still bright red, gave him an apologetic grin, "Ok, Han. Never again". But he didn’t even wait for a response. He gave one final exaggerated shudder and bolted out of the dressing room, muttering something about ‘needing to bleach his eyes’.

You stood there, shrunken on the corner, still processing the amount of humiliation you just experienced, "Well, that was... more embarrassing than I imagined". Hyunjin, still visibly flustered, let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair, “We definitely need a new plan for next time...”

You both stood there, in awkward silence for a moment, before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of it all. At least you’d never have to face Han without remembering that moment. “Maybe we’ll lock the door next time”, Hyunjin said between laughs, “but honestly, I don't think it will ever be the same again”.

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[blondykebarbie]

Best Friend's Mom Part Two

MILF!Wanda Maximoff x college age!fem!reader (Billy and Tommy's best friend)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Word count: 5.6k

CW: Age gap (legal), best friends' mom, MILF!Wanda, fluff, consumption of alcohol, mentions of food, mentions of absent parent, hints of angst, light smut in the middle, full smut at the end

Summary: You and Wanda had just slept together. You had just slept with your best friends' mom. But what happens after? Will the best night of your life be a one-time thing?

A/n: GUYS. Thank you SO MUCH for all the love on part 1. I was so anxious to post it because I had never written for Wanda before, and I thought it was lowkey crap. But you guys have been so kind, and loving, and supportive, and it made my week. I was feeling a little bit of pressure to write this next part because part one did so well, but I'm happy with the finished product. I've also decided to have a part 3 and 4 to finish up this story because I want it to span the whole week of reader's spring break. I hope that you all enjoy it and if you want to be added to the tag list for this series just lmk.

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Seriously all my love, MK <3

There is something hot blowing on your neck when you first wake up, and your sleepy brain is a little more than confused. Through your bleary eyes you look for the source, and that’s when everything from the night before comes rushing back.

Wanda.

You and Wanda.

Sleeping together.

Not only are you currently sharing a bed with your two best friends’ mom, you slept with her.

What makes it worse? It was fucking amazing. And you want do it again.

You know you’re going to hell. You’d just crossed so many boundaries, and you aren’t sure Billy and Tommy will ever forgive you if they find out.

When they find out.

���Detka,”

Your racing thoughts, and also heart, comes to a halt at the soft whisper of Wanda’s own personal nickname for you- one that sounded so different less than 12 hours ago as you made her hoarse with pleasure.

Cautiously, you roll on your side to meet Wanda face-to-face. Even in the morning she looks so incredibly beautiful, with her red waves sprawled out on her pillow, her green eyes soft and warm, and her pink lips just a little swollen from the night before.

“What’s that pretty little mind of yours thinking about so early,” she asks quietly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You lean into her touch and close your eyes, “You. Us. Last night.”

Her hand pulls away and you open your eyes, “Do you regret it, Detka?”

“No Wanda, of course not. I don’t. It’s just, this-“

“Makes things complicated?”

You sigh and nod. You chew on your lip anxiously as all the racing thoughts come back.

“Honey, stop,” Wanda says, placing her thumb on your bottom lip, “you’ll hurt yourself.”

She pulls you into her arms and places the softest, sweetest kiss against your lips. You melt into her embrace and decide to ignore all your problems for just a little longer. Anyways, how could anything really be wrong when Wanda holds you as if nothing could hurt you?

“We’ll figure it all out in time, baby. But for now, just lay with me for a while, yeah?”

You press a gentle kiss to her neck, an action that speaks far louder than any words, and snuggle closer into her. With her fingers running gently through your hair, and the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat against your ear, you are lulled back into a dreamless sleep.

When you wake up a little while later, the spot next to you is cold, and you know that at some point Wanda slipped out while you were sleeping to avoid suspicion. You know she did the right thing, and that it’s for the best, but the secrecy of it all is just a little painful.

You shrug it off, however, and crawl out of bed. Until you can assess the state of your skin- Wanda’s mouth had been all over- you throw on sweats and a hoodie. As you traipse down the hall you’re met with the smell of pancakes and quiet chatter. Before you step into the kitchen, you admire the pretty picture before you- Wanda sat between her two boys at the table as they all eat pancakes and reminisce about the past. You almost feel bad ruining it.

Almost.

But your hunger wins out.

“She finally decides to join us,” Tommy teases as you step into the kitchen.

You stick your tongue out at him as you sit down to his right and begin to pile pancakes onto your plate.

“I was starting to worry that you were dead,” Billy adds, and you roll your eyes.

“I must’ve just been worn out,” you reply, briefly glancing at Wanda before looking down and shoveling food into your mouth.

“Did you not sleep okay, honey?”

You look up at Wanda again and notice a glint of mischief in her green eyes, “Just always a little restless sleeping in a new bed, but I fell asleep eventually.”

“You just let me know if I can do anything to help,” she says sweetly. And then, she winks.

You choke on your pancake a little and Tommy starts patting your back. When you finally get a little air back in your lungs you cough out, “okay, thanks, Wanda.”

She’s gonna be the death of you.

*****

The boys decide that the four of you will head into the beach town today to look around the shops and restaurants. You’re more than grateful for this, especially with the alternative being that you’d have to see Wanda in a bikini yet again.

You’re dressed simple in cutoff blue jeans and a plain white tank top, and you’ve tucked your hair under a white baseball cap. Wanda, it seems, is still trying to tease you, wearing the cutest flowy, white skirt with a maroon tank top. It’s maddening and you almost scoff at her audacity. If her boys weren’t with you, you’d probably drag her off to a bathroom right now and take her right then and there. Alas, they are, and so you have to practice self-control. It’s still easier than maintaining self-control around her in a swimsuit, so you feel grateful to walk around with your friends and fawn over little trinkets you absolutely do not need. You plan to do your very best to forget that Wanda’s even there, but she has other plans.

Wanda’s hands are all. over. you. all. day.

Mind you, all of her touches are subtle enough that Billy and Tommy would never suspect a thing. But they’re not subtle to you. You feel every touch tenfold, and it leaves you a little dazed after each interaction.

When you get to the first shop, a mini boutique, Billy, ever the gentleman, holds the door open for you and Wanda. The redhead doesn’t just motion for you to go inside first. No. Instead, she places her hand on the small of your back and guides you into the store, letting her hand linger a little near your ass until Billy and Tommy step inside.

At the book store, you find a copy of the romance novel you’ve been dying to read but couldn’t find anywhere. Unfortunately, it’s up on a high shelf that you can’t quite reach. Just as you turn to look for one of the twins, Wanda saddles up behind you touching your shoulder, “I got it, honey.”

She uses you as a balance as she stands on her tip toes and grabs you the book. It’s in your trembling hands the next moment and then she’s disappeared to another aisle.

The local thrift store in town is packed full of clutter. Realistically, only one person can walk down a row at a time because of how narrow they are. Wanda, of course, ignores this unsaid rule entirely, at least when it comes to you. As you sift through the racks upon racks of clothes, Wanda wonders over and begins to make small talk about your thrift finds. Then, without warning she says, “excuse me, honey,” and grabs your waist, shifting you so that she can pass by. Her tits rub up against your back when she does it, and you shiver.

The four of you have lunch at a cute cafe, and sit at a circle table on the outdoor patio. Unsurprisingly, you end up sitting next to Wanda, and her hand magically finds its way to your thigh. You desperately try to keep your cool throughout lunch and hope that your face isn’t too flushed. Near the end of the meal, her hand begins moving up and down your thigh, creeping a little closer to where you want her. You cough and stand abruptly, getting startled looks from your friends.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

You rush inside and splash water on your face.

Throughout the day, even when Wanda isn’t touching you, she somehow always manages to drive you crazy. At the tourist shop, Wanda decides to try on a sweatshirt. When she’s taking it off, her shirt rides up a little and you see a little patch of her soft, beautiful skin. When you grab a treat from the ice cream shop, you nearly lose your mind as she licks whipped cream off her fingertip to “sample it.”

Wanda’s teasing is nonstop and relentless all afternoon. By the time you get back for dinner you’re a complete and utter mess. But you’re not guaranteed any relief because Billy and Tommy drag you away to swim. Even though you shoot Wanda a desperate glance, she only winks and gets back to cooking.

*****

The evening had been spent by the pool, getting out occasionally to eat a little, and then jumping back in. You competed in races with Tommy, dove for pool sticks, and convinced Wanda to join you three for Marco Polo. As night settles in, the air cools down and the pool becomes much too chilly to bear. Not wanting to go inside just yet, you move to the hot tub. As you sink into the bubbling, hot water you sigh loudly. Your tense muscles ease and you begin to regain some feeling in your chilled fingers and toes.

You rest your head against the edge of the tub as you call out goodnight to Billy and Tommy. Wanda goes in with them, taking the dishes to the kitchen, and you have to admit that you’re a little disappointed she doesn’t stay outside.

The door shuts with a resounding thud, and you are left alone with your thoughts. It’s quiet, and the only thing you can hear are the crickets chirping and the bubbling water in which you sit. You’re blanketed in darkness, even the moon asleep for the night, save for the stars that sprinkle the navy sky.

The peaceful evening soothes you, and you close your eyes. You hear the wooden door open and close again, and soft, padded footsteps across the deck. You’re too scared to open your eyes and see who it is- for fear of disappointment. This time, you’re not disappointed.

Eyes still closed, you feel soft lips capture yours and you gasp softly. When Wanda pulls away your eyes flutter open and you find hers staring back at you fondly. She hasn’t yet joined you in the hot tub, but is rather standing at its edge, leaning over to kiss you from upside down.

You smile softly at her, “Hey, Wanda.”

“Hi Detka. I missed you,” she whispers against your lips.

“You were with me all day.”

“Not in the way that I wanted to be.”

“Well you sure got your fair share of teasing in,” you fake scold, “did that satisfy you enough?”

She slowly shakes her and rasps, “no.”

“We’ll have to fix that then.”

Wanda walks around the hot tub to the stairs and wades into the water. She slowly, tantalizingly, makes her way towards you. You sigh out her name impatiently and then finally, finally, your lips connect. You grab her waist gently and pull her closer to you.

Wanda’s hands find a home in your hair as she tugs on it a little and you moan.

“God, I’ve been dying to touch you all day,” she murmurs.

“I could tell,” you pant, “such a fucking tease, grabbing my hips, touching my shoulders, rubbing my thigh. It’s too bad Billy and Tommy were there, or I would’ve had my way with you.”

“Not very nice to say about your best friends.”

“Hard to care about them when you’re in front of me,” you admit, “all beautiful, and interesting, and alluring.”

You press a final kiss to her lips and then pull away, kissing her cheek, then her jaw, then behind her ear, her neck, her collarbone, and then right between her tits.

You keep your mouth there, hoping to leave a mark behind that will be just out of sight when she wears a tank top or a revealing dress. She grabs your head and pushes it forward, burying it deeper in her chest. Her soft moans and sighs make you grip her waist harder, and you pull her onto your lap where you’re sitting in the hot tub. When you nip slightly at her skin she whimpers and you moan against her.

“You sound so pretty Wanda,” you tell her, voice muffled.

You place kisses back up her chest as your hands move downwards to squeeze her ass. She squeals a little and you press another kiss to her lips to silence her.

“Wanna see you, baby,” Wanda tells you.

Her hands creep around your back and slowly untie your swimsuit. Your top falls away revealing your tits to her. It’s too dark for her to see much, but she still whispers, “so beautiful, Detka.”

She leans forward and presses a kiss to each before reaching out and groping them. You throw your head back and sigh. It’s a relief, finally having her hands on you again after all the teasing. She slowly massages each of your tits and you pant, gripping her waist so tightly you’re surprised she hasn’t yelped in pain. When her thumb runs over your sensitive nipples, your hips buck up into hers.

“Wanda, I-“

“I know, baby.”

Just as she is leaning down to take you into her mouth the door to the house squeals open. You jump apart, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you cover yourself and sink lower into the water.

Tommy peaks his head out, “Guys, come watch a movie with us. We’ve got it queued up.”

You quietly groan.

Thankfully, Wanda responds for you both.

“Okay, moya lubov. We’ll dry off and be in.”

Tommy closes the door, and you groan much louder now, letting your head fall back against the hot tub in defeat.

Wanda chuckles lowly, “we’ll finish this another time, baby. Promise.”

You sigh and nod.

“Here, let me help you put this back on,” Wanda says kindly, picking up your discarded top.

You turn away from Wanda, and she wraps it back around you. She breathes on your neck as she ties it back in place, and her fingers just ghost over your back. You hold your breath, savoring every moment.

When she’s done, she places a kiss to your neck and pats your ass, “there, all done. Now let’s go watch this movie.”

*******

The rest of your evening had been 2 hours and 12 minutes of torture, and then bedtime. You’d sat in an armchair cuddled up to Tommy while Billy and Wanda had laid on the couch together. You don’t recall a single second of the movie because you had been too busy watching Wanda the whole time.

You adored the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, how her frown during sad scenes was a little crooked, and the way her brows furrowed together when a character was being particularly ridiculous. No matter what face she was making, she was beautiful. And you couldn’t understand how anyone could have been interested in watching a movie when the picture of grace herself had sat before you.

It was mind-numbing, the way Wanda seemed to consume every waking and sleeping second of your mind. There was nothing you could do to ease her from your thoughts, and she was so clearly not keen on helping you out either. You desperately wondered if you’d ever get another moment alone before you headed back to college in four days. If you didn’t, you weren’t sure what you’d do.

Was death by longing even a thing?

Your bed had been cold that night, and you weren’t sure how you’d ever slept without Wanda by your side. Her warmth eased your tense body, her arms kept you safe, her tender kisses reminded you you were alive, and her sweet words whispered into your ears filled your heart to the brim. You knew you were totally fucked, but in a state of denial, you hoped that just one more good fuck would get it out of your system.

The next morning is calm and peaceful, the late night before having kept everyone confined to their beds until a much later hour. You opt out of breakfast and instead lay sprawl out on your bed, fan blowing cool air on you and the windows cracked to hear the waves. You decide to finally start the new book you got in town, and you cozy up in your comforter excitedly.

You open the paperback and crack the spine a little with a resounding pop. This and the smell of fresh pages sends a shiver up your spine and you kick your feet happily. Your eyes eagerly scan the first few pages as you take in the plot, setting and characters. You can feel yourself slowly sinking into the magical fictional world before you and you feel triumphant. Finally, finally, you’ve found something that distracts you from Wanda.

And it does. For a little while. But about twenty pages in a flash of red hair crosses your mind. You shake it off and read another page. Green eyes pierce your vision. You blink it away rapidly. Her perfume seems to waft into your nose, and you stuff your face into your shirt. You try to persevere, but when you realize that you’ve read the same line about ten times now and have yet to process it, you know it’s hopeless. You’re never one to treat a book unkindly, but you’re so frustrated that you toss it across the room and bury yourself under your covers.

Since your brain seems so keen on it, you let yourself indulge in a fictional scene of your own- one of domestic bliss between you and Wanda.

It’d be a hot summer day, just like this one, and you and Wanda would be at your shared cottage home in the countryside. The fan would be humming softly above you while birds and bugs chirped and buzzed through the screened back door. You and Wanda would be on your long, white couch with colorful throws, bare legs tangled. It’d be too hot be fully dressed, so you’d each just be in a pair of underwear and the other’s shirt. Maybe Wanda had made you two some ice-cold lemonade that you sipped on slowly as you casually drew patterns on her leg. Wanda, on the other end, would have a book propped open. She’d be reading it to you, in that soft, sweet voice that makes you melt. When you’d get lost in her eyes instead of listening to her read, she’d playfully scold you.

You could almost hear her now saying, “Detka, Detka. Are you paying attention?”

It’s when an arm touches your shoulder that you realize the real Wanda is actually before you, talking to you.

You jolt and inhale quickly, “huh? What? Sorry I was daydreaming.”

She chuckles and you notice that she’s sitting on the edge of your bed as she smoothes out the wrinkled corners, “I just came to tell you that we’re going out for a nice dinner tonight and that our reservation is at 6:00. Do you have something to wear?”

You do, luckily, and you thank past you for thinking ahead, “yes, I have a few options to choose from. What time should I be ready by?”

Wanda thinks for a moment, “5:00 probably. I want to get some pictures of everyone dressed up too before we head out. And you know how my boys are about photos, always so particular.”

You snort out an understanding giggle, recalling the many times you've taken ‘unsatisfactory’ photos for your friends, and then having to redo them all.

Wanda stands then and smiles sweetly at you, “well, that’s all I had to say, but I’ll leave you to your daydreaming now.”

And when she’s sure no one is coming down the hall, she presses a few hurried kisses to your lips and then leaves the room and you, yearning for more.

*****

You decide to doll yourself up extra nice for the occasion and try to convince yourself it’s all for you and not… others.

You’re wearing flowy blue pants made of a silky material and a white tank top with a scoop neck and wide straps. A dainty gold necklace sits prettily against your collarbone and one or two gold bands rest on your fingers. Strappy white sandals are your shoe of choice, and you make sure to paint your toes a blue color similar to your pants. You keep your makeup simple, only a few swipes of mascara and a quick brush of your brows.

You head out into the living room and whistle lowly, “what a group we are.”

Tommy and Billy have dressed up rather nicely. The former is wearing a nice, short sleeve white shirt and khaki pants. Billy has on a nice red polo and black slacks.

Instead of rustling the boys’ hair like you usually would, you pat their cheeks like a fond grandmother, “look at you two, my boys. All handsome and grown up.”

You wipe away a fake tear and they roll their eyes at you, exasperated.

“I’m just glad you were able to dress up nice,” Tommy retorts, “instead of your usual sewer rat look.”

You scoff, more than offended, and this time do go to ruffle his hair, “did your mother never teach you manners?”

“She taught us to respect those who earned it. You haven’t yet,” Billy deadpans.

You smack his arm rather hard, and you don’t miss the way he winces and rubs the sore spot a little.

“Would it really kill you to tell me I look nice?” you ask, hands on your hips.

Billy dramatically groans, “fine, fine. You look… nice.”

You look at Tommy with a raised eyebrow.

“You know you look beautiful,” he replies, “do I need to say it?”

You sit on the arm of the couch next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “just feels nice to be appreciated sometimes.”

Tommy scoffs playfully, “as if we don’t spoil you rotten with attention.”

You wave him off dismissively and reach out to grab Billy’s hand, giving him a kind squeeze.

It’s in this warm embrace that Wanda finds you all when she emerges from her room. She looks absolutely breathtaking. Of course, she always does, but this. Wow.

Wanda has pulled her hair back into a slick bun and is wearing a slim-fitting, long green dress. It’s an emerald green that looks so nice against her pale skin, and the red lipstick on her lips makes them look even more kissable than usual. She has dangly silver earrings in, a chunky silver necklace, and a small chain bracelet for jewelry. You’re literally speechless, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Well, how do I look?” She asks with a little spin.

Tommy stands and gives her a side hug, “beautiful as always, Mama.”

“The prettiest lady ever,” Billy agrees, joining his family on his mom’s other side. She presses tender kisses to the sides of each of their heads, a big beaming smile on her face.

“Honey, could you get a picture of us?” She asks you sweetly.

You simply nod, too dumb to talk, and take Tommy’s phone. They stand together, arms around each other, and they look like a perfect little family. Wanda is clearly so proud of her sons, and them so devoted and loving to their mother. It makes your heart ache, not only because of fondness but also regret.

Billy and Tommy have opened up to you about how hard it was for Wanda to put their lives and family back together after their dad left. And now, seeing them together, so happy and complete, you feel like an intruder. Out of place. And when you think about Wanda, you want her so badly. But you wonder if you want her enough to risk tearing down everything she’s worked so hard to build.

“There, that should be good,” you say quietly.

Wanda steps forward, “here let me get some pictures of you three.”

When she takes the phone from you, your fingers brush, and you jolt away a little. You try to play it off coolly and go stand in Wanda’s place between the two boys. You smile widely, your arms wrapped around each brother, but the ache is still a little present in your throat.

“Okay, I’ve got some,” the redhead tells you, “but I want a few with you too, honey,” she says, looking at you.

“But why, mom?” Billy asks.

“Well I have to document the best Chicken duo this world has ever seen,” she says with a teasing voice.

The boys groan simultaneously and roll their eyes.

“No need to rub it in, mom.”

She smirks a little as she goes to stand next to you.

“They’re just jealous,” she says, with a stage whisper.

And then, when they’re not paying attention, she actually whispers, “and stop worrying, Detka. Everything is going to be okay.”

“How did you-?”

She briefly glances at your lips and you realize that you’re chewing on them yet again. You stop immediately and she squeezes your side reassuringly. You face the camera and wrap your arm loosely around Wanda’s shoulders. This time, your smile is much more genuine.

*****

Dinner had been amazing. Red sauce pasta with a delightful layer of cheese, and rolls that seemed to be coming out as soon as a basket was emptied. You all had indulged in a little red wine too, and you felt perfectly relaxed and full. The night had been near perfect. But something was missing. Dessert.

You don’t have to go looking far, because it presents itself in the form of Wanda Maximoff, sitting there at dinner looking so delectable in her emerald green dress, teasing you with her sneaky looks and seductive red lips. It feels like ages since you’d last really touched Wanda, and you don’t think you can hold off much longer. You hope your eyes tell her so as the four of you sit around the living room coffee table playing various card games. Eventually, you feign a yawn, and proclaim that you are calling it a night- wine always making you a little sleepy.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. You are wide awake and alert. You waltz off down the hall, but you don’t go into your room. Instead, you take a turn into Wanda’s and quickly shut the door behind you. You wait for her on the soft, bouncy mattress.

It seems as if you’re waiting for Wanda for ages. But you suppose impatience on your end and her need to prevent suspicion only makes it seem so. Finally, you hear the faint creak of the floorboards coming closer and closer to the door. It cracks open and there she is in all her glory. She shuts it softly behind her and you both share a giddy smile like scheming little kids. She uses the door handle as a balance as she slips her heels off and tosses them to the side. Then, she reaches to her hair and pulls out all the clips and hair ties holding the bun together, and her long red waves cascade down her shoulders mesmerizingly. She slowly slinks towards you, drawing you in with her seductress powers. She slots herself between your legs at the edge of the bed and bends down to kiss you deeply.

You inhale sharply against her lips and hold her jaw with your hand. After a few deep kisses she breaks away and whispers, “take that shirt off for me pretty girl. I want to see you.”

To her surprise, and maybe even a little to yours, you say, “no.”

She raises her eyebrows in shock and then they furrow into worry, “do you not want this? I’m sorry if I misread the room I-“

You place a finger to her lips gently, “No, Wanda. You didn’t read anything wrong. I do want this. I want you. But I don’t want you to do anything. I just wanna take care of you. Is that okay? A woman like you should be worshiped.”

Her features soften into what you’d almost coin adoration, but you don’t get your hopes up.

She moves around the side of the bed and lays down up against her pillows, “okay baby, you take charge. Do whatever you want.”

You groan at how soft, and vulnerable, and open she is to you.

God, there are so many things you want to do to Wanda right about now. But what you need most is to taste her. You crawl up to Wanda and place yourself between her legs. You place your hands gently on the back of her neck and lean in for a tender kiss. It’s slow and deep and Wanda just sighs softly. Her hands find a home on your back as you continue to kiss her, slowly adding in tongue. As your hands begin to travel from her neck and down to her sides, just barely grazing her breasts, the kisses get a little more passionate and your breathing heavier. Like last night, you begin to trail kisses down her body. But this time, you don’t stop at her chest. You keep going, pressing kisses to her clothed stomach. When you get to her legs, you teasingly slide your hands up under her dress, fingers dancing around her ankles.

“I need you higher,” she rasps, and you smirk smugly just a little.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.”

You slowly push the hem of her soft, green dress upwards, revealing more and more skin as you go. You push it all the way up, letting the dress pool around her waist. You start at her ankles again, this time pressing soft kisses up her legs until your hot breath is on her thighs. She nearly whines at you being so close to touching her, and you giggle, “be patient, sweetheart. I’m almost there.”

And then with one or two more gentle kisses to her inner thighs, you place the softest, teasing kiss on her clothed center. That alone causes Wanda to moan, her hips bucking up into your face a little.

“Detka, please,” she sighs.

You grab the top of her underwear and pull it down her legs, tossing it across the room somewhere.

“Such a beautiful pussy, Wanda,” you sigh.

You lean forward and press another kiss to her, this time, bare cunt. You know she likes it because her legs squeeze your head encouragingly. You lick one strip up the middle and she moans so prettily you squeeze your own legs together. After you’ve gotten one taste, you’re ravenous. You immediately dive in headfirst, licking and sucking at her soft, pink pussy.

She continuously lets out sighs and moans of your name, honey, or Detka. You hold onto her thighs as you continue to eat her out and squeeze them gently, letting her know how good she’s doing. You can tell when Wanda starts to get close because she only gets wetter and wetter. She reaches down and grabs your hair roughly, shoving your face further into her pussy. She lets out a whine and her back arches, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“F-feels so g-good,” she stutters out.

You hum against her and you know it feels good because she lets out yet another moan. To get Wanda to her orgasm, you decide to double the stimulation. Your face moves downwards, sending your tongue in and out of her wet hole. Then, you add a finger to the mix, rubbing small tight circles on her clit quickly. Her back arches again at the newfound pleasure, and the grip she has on your hair is almost painful. But you don’t stop. You continue to thrust in and out while pinching and rubbing her clit. Her moans are so consistent and fairly loud that you’re a little worried her boys will hear. But you’re so lost in her pussy, and she in her pleasure, that you don’t care. With one final hard thrust of your tongue, Wanda plummets over the edge. Her thighs squeeze tightly around your head and your hair is wrapped around her fingers in a coil. Her back arches off the bed significantly and her body shakes in waves of pleasure. The pretty little whines and moans she lets out as she comes makes you want to instantly go for round two. But you don’t, letting her come back down from her high. When she does, she looks a little dazed.

“Well?” You ask slyly.

“Detka,” she sighs, and then she pulls you upward by the shirt and passionately kisses you. When she tastes herself on your lips, she moans again.

You and Wanda are all over each other for quite awhile, and you’re both left feeling pretty fucked out and spacey. Everything with her felt and feels so good. And you know you’re ruined for anyone else. You lay on her bare chest, legs intertwined, and she strokes your back softly. Your eyes flutter shut at her featherlight touches and you’re sure you could fall asleep right then and there. Paired with her slow, quiet breathing, you are in bliss.

“You’re so perfect and beautiful, Detka,” she whispers into your ear.

It tickles and you shiver a little. You place an affirming kiss on her bare chest and snuggle in closer to her side. And as she holds you, as you begin to fall asleep in her arms yet again, you know for sure now that you are fucked. You know then that you are not just attracted to Wanda. You have feelings for her. And the once pleasurable, fluttering butterflies in your stomach are replaced by a big, solid rock.

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☆ extra credit

req: Haiiii ^o^ can i request nerd roleplay sex with long term bf eunseok with a breeding kink 🤭

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pairing: bf! eunseok x f. reader

playful roleplay ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ teasing ⋆ established relationship ⋆ fluff & filth ⋆ praise kink

an: i hope this is okay!! it was a fun write ^_^ wc 1.4k

you weren’t expecting much when eunseok texted, “come over for a study session?”

but when you opened the door to see him standing there in suspenders and fake glasses — textbook in one hand, a pencil tucked behind his ear — you choked on your gum.

“you’re kidding,” you laughed, stepping aside to let him in.

“i am not,” he said very seriously, adjusting his glasses and clearing his throat. “you’ve been failing in… anatomy, haven’t you?”

you raised a brow. “since when do you tutor in anatomy?”

“since you’ve been neglecting your studies,” he said with a dramatic sigh, setting the book on your coffee table. “fortunately, i’m at the top of the class.”

you tried to stifle a giggle. he looked ridiculous. suspenders too tight, collar buttoned all the way up, hair slicked back like he belonged in a 90s teen movie. but somehow he was still stupidly hot — and judging by the smug glint in his eyes, he knew it.

“so what’s the lesson plan, professor eunseok?” you teased, folding your arms.

he stepped closer, voice dropping. “i think it’s time we reviewed… physical compatibility.”

you blinked. he leaned in, letting his lips brush your ear.

“take your clothes off for me, baby. i wanna see what i’m working with.”

you didn’t need to be told twice.

soon you were in his lap, grinding against the bulge in his slacks, the both of you giggling between kisses like teenagers sneaking around. his glasses slid crooked on his nose; you pulled them off and tossed them aside before running your fingers through his hair, messing it all up again.

“you’re such a nerd,” you whispered breathlessly.

“you love it,” he murmured, palming your ass. “you love letting your nerdy boyfriend fuck your brains out.”

you flushed, heat blooming in your chest and lower, lower. he wasn’t even inside you yet and you were already soaked — thighs rubbing together as his mouth traveled from your jaw to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking, leaving little red marks like he was staking a claim.

“you think i’m gonna go easy on you just because we’re roleplaying?” he asked, voice teasing. “baby, i’ve been hard since i put this stupid outfit on.”

you bit your lip. “then why don’t you show me what you studied?”

his eyes darkened.

he flipped you onto your back and tugged your panties down your legs like they offended him. his fingers traced down your slick folds, spreading them with two fingers and groaning when he felt how wet you were.

“shit, you’re so ready for me,” he muttered. “i knew you’d be a good student.”

he didn’t waste time undressing — just unzipped and freed his cock, thick and flushed and already leaking for you. your eyes widened slightly, even though you’d seen it plenty before.

“nervous?” he smirked.

“maybe,” you breathed.

“don’t worry, baby,” he whispered, lining himself up. “i’ll make it fit. gotta stretch you out properly — it’s part of the lesson, right?”

you whimpered when he pushed in, slow and deep, splitting you open inch by inch. it burned in the best way. your hands gripped at his shirt, tugging him closer as you gasped into his neck.

“fuck, that’s it,” he moaned, bottoming out. “taking me so well, pretty girl.”

he set a rhythm — deep, steady thrusts that made you feel every inch of him. the roleplay melted into something filthier, more intimate. his lips brushed your ear again, voice low and hoarse.

“you know what i’ve been thinking about all week?” he rasped. “how tight you feel when you’re full of my cum. how pretty you look leaking all over the sheets.”

your breath caught. “eunseok—”

“you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” he groaned. “fuck you full. make sure it takes this time.”

you nodded, eyes glassy. “yes—yes, please—”

he lost it at that.

his pace turned desperate, hips slapping against yours, cock dragging against all the right spots inside you. his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers circling your clit to push you closer to the edge.

“gonna cum for me, baby?” he whispered. “cum on my cock like a good girl?”

you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, pleasure cresting fast and hot. your walls fluttered around him as you came, clenching down and milking him through it.

“fuck—i’m gonna—” he gasped, barely holding back. “gonna cum so deep inside you—take all of it—fuck—”

he spilled inside you with a broken moan, hips stuttering, cock twitching as he filled you up just like he wanted. warm and full and his.

you laid there catching your breath, hearts racing, bodies sticky and tangled.

“…so,” you said after a long pause, “do i get an a+?”

he grinned, brushing the hair from your face.

“you get a scholarship, baby.”

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