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keithyp00 · 1 month ago

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▄︻デ══━一💥Tension Is A Loaded Gun

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings/Tags: flirty banter, friendship with Sam, slow-burn tension, humor, light angst, found family, soft Bucky, teasing Sam, mentions of past trauma

(MDNI 18+): explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, "pussy drunk", vocal, dom/sub, multiple orgasms, aftercare

Word Count:4.1K

Author Note: Hi guys! Sorry I took a hiatus without telling you guys... But I'm back with another spicy one since the last one did so good. So I hope you guys enjoy and I'll try to be back to my normal posting schedule since school is almost over so fingers crossed :)

Please do not copy or translate any of my works. Thank you!

It was too damn hot for Delacroix.

You stood with a rag in one hand and a beer in the other, watching the Wilson family boat bob gently in the water like it had all the time in the world. Salt clung to the air, thick and heavy like the humidity. Your tank top stuck to your skin, damp with sweat and engine grease, and the smell of fish was less offensive now than it had been when you arrived three days ago.

"Hey!" Sam's voice carried from behind you, teasing. "You look like you're about to punch the boat."

"I'm considering it," you muttered, swiping your forearm over your brow. "This damn engine is older than I am."

"Yeah, well, she still works," Sam grinned, hopping onto the deck beside you with the grace of someone who did this whole life. "Unlike some people."

"You're hilarious," you deadpanned.

He held up a hand, placating. "Hey, I'm the one getting shown up by a boat."

You might've flipped him off if the sound of boots on the dock hadn't pulled your attention. Heavy. Familiar.

You didn't need to look up to know who it was.

James Buchanan Barnes.

The first time you met him, you'd been bleeding mission gone sideways, snapping at everyone who tried to help. Except him. He just stared you down, calm and unreadable, before grunting, "You got guts," and stitching you up himself with surgeon's precision.

That was six months ago.

Now, he was walking towards you with his sleeves rolled up, hair messy and short, and a gaze like a loaded weapon.

"Afternoon," he greeted, nodding to you. His voice was always rough, like it had to be dragged out of him.

"Bucky," you returned, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped.

You weren't sure when it started- maybe during a mission, maybe in a stolen glance, or the time he handed you a towel after a sparring match and his fingers lingered on your like he didn't want to let go. It didn't matter. It built. Quietly. Relentlessly.

And now every time he looked at you, it felt like your bones remembered him.

"Sam," Bucky added, glancing over.

"Barnes," Sam said back with a grin. "Come to supervise or get your hands dirty?"

"That depends," Bucky muttered. "On whether you're gonna keep flirting with the engine or let someone else take a crack."

You choked on your beer and coughed once, hard.

Bucky smirked.

You glanced at him sideways. "You trying to say I'm bad at this?"

"No," he said, stepping closer- close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, "Just saying maybe you need some backup."

"You offering?" You raised an eyebrow.

His lips twitched. "Maybe."

There was something dangerous about the way he looked at you, like he wanted to ruin something and was just waiting for your permission.

Sam groaned. "Alright, alright- if you two are gonna eye-fuck each other again, I'm getting the hell outta here."

You whipped around. "Excuse me?"

"Don't 'excuse me' me," he said, already walking away. "I've got two super soldiers trying to out-stubborn each other in 90 degree heat. I'm going to find a fan and some peace."

You turned back toward Bucky slowly, pulse drumming in your ears. He was closer now. Still watching you. Still smirking like he'd won something.

"Wasn't eye-fucking," you said softly, defensively.

"Could've fooled me," he replied, tone low. "You gonna let me help or not?"

You handed him the wrench wordlessly. He took it, brushing your fingers- deliberate, measured, testing.

The two of you worked in silence. You watched his muscles flex under the sun, veins prominent in his arms, and a thin sheen of sweat highlighting every line of him. You shouldn't have noticed. But you did. You always did.

By the time the boat sputtered back to life, it was late afternoon and your patience had frayed into something wild and taut. You turned to thank him- and didn't expect him to be standing so close.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he murmured.

You stilled. "So?"

"It's loud."

"So is yours."

His gaze dipped to your lips.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks," he admitted, voice rough. "How you smell like sweat and steel, and how your mouth tastes like beer when you've been working out in the sun."

"Bucky-"

"Tell me to stop."

You didn't.

Instead, you surged forward and kissed him like you'd been waiting since the first time he stitched you up. It was filthy. Desperate. His hands- one warm, one cold- gripped your hips like he was afraid that you'd vanish.

"Inside," you whispered against his mouth.

He obeyed instantly.

~~~~~

The door slammed shut behind you in Sam's guest room. You barely made it to the bed before Bucky was on you- pressing, growling, teeth grazing the skin of your throat like he'd die if he didn't taste you.

You gasped when he pushed your tank top up, lips dragging down your stomach.

"Fuck, Bucky-"

"I know," he muttered. "I know."

He kissed you like he needed you more than oxygen. And when he pulled your shorts off, his breath caught.

"You're soaked," he whispered. "Already?"

You bit back a sigh, back arching into his touch. "It's cause I've been thinking about you. Every damn night."

He groaned like it hurt him. "You're gonna kill me."

You slightly opened your legs. "Then die happy."

His mouth was on you before you could blink.

It was devastating.

Bucky licked you like he was starving- slow and deep, savoring every reaction like it was a drug. When his tongue circled your clit, your hips bucked up, and he held you down with that metal arm, groaning against you like he was drunk off the taste.

You moaned, breath hitching. "Jesus, Bucky-"

"You taste so fucking good," he growled, tongue sliding through your folds again. "Could eat you for hours."

Your hands found the short locks of his hair, gripping tightly on what you could. "Then do it."

He did.

Again.

And again.

He didn't stop until your legs were trembling around his shoulders and you were sobbing his name like a prayer. And even then, he kept licking- like he needed every drop of you, like nothing else in the world mattered.

"Fuck, doll-" he slurred, eyes glassy, lips slick and swollen. "You're gonna ruin me."

You pulled him up by his hair and kissed him filthy, tasting your slick on his tongue. "Then let me."

~~~~~

Your mouth was on his, and he moaned into the kiss like he'd already forgotten what air was. His lips moved hungrily against yours, slick with the taste of you, and you drank him in like he was the last thing left in a burning world.

He pulled back slightly, panting, eyes dazed and dark.

"You're-" he cut himself off, swallowing hard. "You're gonna be the death of me, doll."

"You keep saying that like it's a bad thing," you whispered, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He let you pull it off- arms raised, obedient, exposing thick muscle and scars and sweat-slick skin. The heat radiating off him was unbearable. Gorgeous. Alive. He looked like something carved from war and temptation.

"You're shaking," you murmured, brushing your hands across his chest.

His fingers caught your wrist gently, reverently. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Then show me," you breathed, arching your back to meet his skin.

His lips found yours again, but this time slower. More intense. Like he was memorizing the curve of your lips.

When he pulled away, he looked down at your body like he couldn't believe it was real.

"Lie back for me," he rasped. "I need to see you."

So, you did.

He dragged his metal fingers up your thigh, over your hip, your ribs, your breast. Every inch he touched felt branded. Worshipped.

"You're perfect," he murmured, voice breaking on the word like it physically hurt him to say it. "I've never wanted anything this bad."

Then he was between your legs again- but this time, his hand replaced his mouth. Two thick fingers slid into you, slow and deep, as his mouth returned to your breast, licking and sucking until you let out a gasp.

"Bucky-"

"Fuck, your pussy has me gone," he groaned, curling his fingers just right. "You feel so good. So fucking wet."

You whined, clawing at his back. "Please- please just-"

He pulled his fingers out and stared at the slick coating them, then sucked them into his mouth with a low groan that made you clench around nothing.

"I'm gonna fuck you now," he said, voice shaking. "And I'm not going to last long. Not after that."

"Then don't," you whispered, hooking your legs around his waist. "Just give it to me."

He lined up and pressed in slow, inch by inch, like he was trying to savor every second.

You both moaned at the stretch- thick and deep, perfect and maddening.

"Oh my God," you gasped. "You're so fucking big."

"You can take it," he panted, gripping your hips. "You're already taking it so well, fuck- look at you."

He bottomed out and stayed there, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours.

"I'm so deep in you," he whispered. "I can't think. I can't fucking breathe."

You kissed him- needy, messy, lost- and then he started to move.

It was pure filth.

Bucky fucked you like he'd waited years for it. Like he was trying to memorize how you sounded, how you tightened around him, how you begged when he hit just the right spot. The room echoed with skin and breath and the soft, desperate noises he pulled from you.

"I'm never gonna stop thinking about this," he groaned. "How tight you are, how wet. I'm losing my goddamn mind."

"You feel so good," you cried, nails dragging down his back. "You're so deep-"

He grabbed your legs and pushed them back, deeper now, harder, his eyes wild.

"This pussy's got me fucking drunk," he hissed, kissing your throat. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

You whimpered, high and wrecked. "Then come for me, Bucky. Come inside me. Fill me up."

His rhythm faltered. He buried his face in your neck with a broken moan.

"Oh, fuck- fuck, I'm-"

He came with a groan that sounded like your name and something holy all at once. His hips stuttered, grinding against yours, keeping you full and trembling.

When he finally collapsed on top of you, both of you were shaking- wrecked, breathless, clinging to each other like you'd found something world dying for.

For a moment, all you could hear was the fan whirring overhead and the rush of your heart in your eyes.

Then quietly-

"I wasn't kidding," Bucky murmured, voice hoarse and full of awe. "You've ruined me."

You weakly stroked a hand through his hair. "Good."

~~~~~~

You didn't know how long you stayed like that- entwined, skin pressed to sweat-slick skin, hearts pounding against each other's chests. Every time you shifted beneath him, you felt the slow, sweet drag of him still inside you.

Bucky didn't move.

His face was buried against your neck, lips brushing your skin with every exhale. Like he couldn't stop touching you, even in rest. His metal arm curled under your back, pulling you close with a protectiveness so instinctive it made your heart ache.

Eventually, he lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze.

"You okay?" He murmured, eyes still hazy with the aftermath.

You smiled, thumb brushing sweat from his cheek. "More than okay."

Something flickered in his expression- relief, affection, something unspoken and too big for the space between words. His gaze dropped to your lips. Then lower.

He eased out of you slowly, almost reluctantly. You shivered at the loss, at the soft spill of him, and he kissed your temple like an apology.

"Let me take care of you," he said quietly.

You didn't answer- you just let him go.

Bucky disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, he had a warmth cloth, a towel, and hands so gentle it nearly broke you. He cleaned you like you were something fragile. Like touching you too roughly would undo everything you'd just given him.

You watched him through heavy-lidded eyes.

No one had ever touched you like that.

Not like you were a body- but a gift.

After, he climbed back into bed, tugging you against his chest. His heartbeat was slower now, but not calm. Still wild beneath the surface.

Your fingers traced the lines of metal and scar along his arm, settling in the dip where synthetic met flesh.

"You always this intense?" You teased gently.

Bucky gave a hoarse laugh. "Not usually. You... you're different I guess."

You looked up. "Different how?"

He paused.

"I've had sex," he said slowly. "But I've never had this. I've never looked at someone and thought, God, if they asked me to stay forever, I'd do it."

Your breath caught. "Bucky-"

"I'm not saying it to scare you," he said quickly. "I just... I've never felt that hungry. That alive. Not even before the war."

You reached for his face and kissed him softly, slow and deep. Like a promise. Like thanks.

He rolled on top of you again, slower this time, cradling your jaw in your hand.

"Can I?" He asked, voice rough.

You nodded.

This time, he moved like he was making love to you. Like he needed to feel every inch of your skin, every breath, every tremble. The kind of slow that makes time dissolve. That leaves you wide open, aching, full of something deeper than just lust.

He held eye contact the whole time.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of this. Of you."

You cried out softly when he hit a deeper angle, legs wrapping around his torso.

He moaned- deep and low- and kissed you again.

No rush. No frenzy.

Just you and Bucky and the long, slow burn of something you could both drown in. When you came again, he held you through it, whispering your name like a prayer. He followed soon after, shaking, his face pressed to your shoulder, his body heavy with need and surrender.

When it was over, he stayed there, still inside you, breathing hard.

Neither of you spoke for a long time.

You didn't need to.

He fell asleep with your fingers laced in his, his arm wrapped tight around your waist.

And when the sun rose over the city, Bucky was still there.

Still holding you like he had nowhere else in the world to be.

~~~~~

The first thing you felt was warmth.

Soft sunlight filtered through the window, casting golden lines across your bare skin. The sheets were twisted around your chest, warm and worn, and the smell of him- clean soap, sweat, and something deeply masculine- lingered on your body like he'd marked you.

Bucky was already awake.

He lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, gazing down at you like you were a dream he didn't quite believe was real. His dark hair was messy, falling over his forehead. The stubble on his jaw looked more dangerous in the light.

But it was his eyes that made your breath hitch.

Soft. Reverent. A little dazed.

"Morning," you rasped, voice hoarse from sleep... and other things.

He smiled, small and crooked. "Hey."

You stretched, and he watched every inch of skin as it moved, the way the sheet shifted down your body to pool beneath your breasts. His tongue darted out, like he was physically stopping himself from kissing you again.

"You're staring," you teased.

He didn't even try to deny it.

"Can you blame me?" He murmured, hand drifting to your waist. "I woke up with you naked beside me, still warm and wrecked from last night."

You flushed, arousal stirring again far too easily. "You're not helping me recover."

"Who said I want you to?" His fingers traced circles on your skin. "I didn't sleep much. Kept waking up just to make sure this wasn't a dream."

You reached for him, pulling him down until his mouth brushed yours. "It wasn't."

He kissed you gently. Once. Then, again, slower.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly against your lips.

Your heart ached at the way he asked it- so careful, so unguarded.

"No," you said, pulling him fully on top of you. "You made me feel... everything."

He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in deep like he needed to ground himself.

"Good," he said. "Because I don't think I've ever wanted someone this much."

You smiled, thumbing over his bottom lip. "Prove it."

That was all it took.

Bucky rolled his hips into you, half-hard already, his body hungry in that slow, aching way that came from deep affection. From the thrill of knowing you could have more, again, forever.

But before it could go further-

Knock knock knock.

"Hey!" Sam's voice cut through the room like a blade. "You decent or do I need to bleach my eyes out?!"

You both froze.

Bucky let out a groan so deep it could've shaken the bed frame. He buried his face in your chest like it might erase reality.

You bit back a laugh. "You didn't tell him?"

"I told him I was crashing here," Bucky muttered into your skin. "I didn't tell him I was doing it naked with the woman he told me not to flirt with."

You raised an eyebrow. "He told you that?"

"Oh yeah. First week I met you, actually."

"Was that before or after you imagined my legs over your shoulders?"

Bucky gave you a look. "Before."

You laughed, swatting his chest. "You're so dead."

"Only if he hears you moaning my name again." He kissed the corner of your mouth, teasing, smug. "Though if he busts in, we could just show him what he's missing."

"BUCKY!"

"What? I'm kidding. Mostly."

You grabbed a pillow and hit him with it, giggling.

From the hallway, Sam shouted, "If you two don't open up, I'll call Shuri!"

That sobered Bucky immediately. "Oh my god, get dressed."

You were both still laughing as you scrambled to throw on clothes, Bucky kissing your shoulder every few seconds, unable to stop touching you even in the rush. He looked happier than you'd ever seen him- wild-haired, grinning, flushed with affection.

As you pulled on your shirt, he stopped you.

"Wait."

You turned, breath catching at the softness in his gaze.

He stepped forward and kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

"I meant what I said," he muttered. "About staying."

You smiled. "So stay."

~~~~~

"So." Sam sipped his orange juice slowly, eyes flicking between you and Bucky over the rim of his glass. "Either you both got laid last night or one of you suddenly discovered how to smile."

Bucky didn't even flinch. He just cut into his stack of pancakes like Sam hadn't just called him out in the middle of a bustling cafe. You tried to hide your grin behind your coffee.

"We slept fine," you said, the most noncommittal answer possible.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Uh huh. And I'm Steve Rodgers."

Bucky's mouth quirked.

You gently kicked his shin under the table. Don't.

He kicked back. What? I didn't say anything.

But you could see it all over his face- how different he looked this morning. Relaxed. Confident. Still riding the high of having you fall apart under him twice. His hand rested on your thigh under the table, completely unapologetic.

Sam caught the way you shifted in your seat and raised an eyebrow. "You good?"

"Great," you said, supping your coffee.

Bucky smirked wider and you shot him a glare.

Sam leaned back. "Well, I hope you stretched first. She's flexible, but if you throw your back out again, I'm not taking you to physical therapy."

You choked on your drink.

Bucky, the bastard that he was, didn't even blink. "Appreciate your concern."

It was a miracle you made it through the meal without combusting.

But it didn't end there.

Under the table, Bucky's thumb traced slow circles on the inside of your thigh. Every time you spoke, every time you laughed at something Sam said, his fingers crept a little higher. Teasing. Possessive.

You leaned into him when Sam got up to grab more napkins.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

Bucky tilted his head, voice a soft purr against your ear. "Trying to remind you that I'm still thinking about last night. About how wet you were. How you were begging."

You inhaled sharply.

"If you keep touching me," you said, voice low, "I'm going to drag you into that bathroom and ride you until you forget your name."

His pupils dilated so fast you saw it happen.

"Be right back," Bucky said suddenly, standing so quickly his chair scraped the floor.

You blinked, stunned. "Wait-"

He grabbed your wrist as he passed.

"Bathroom. Now."

~~~~~

You barely got the door locked before he had you pressed against it, mouth on your throat, hands already under your shirt.

"This is insane," you gasped, fumbling at his belt.

"Uh-huh," Bucky agreed, dragging his hand up your thigh. "I need you, sweetheart."

You didn't even try to argue.

He lifted you effortlessly, one hand on your ass, the other steadying you as he lined up and slid inside in one deep, slick stroke. You moaned into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you again- so thick, so perfect, so Bucky.

"God, I missed this already," he growled, thrusting up into you. "Missed being inside you. You feel so- Fuck- so good, doll."

You clung to him, your body already trembling.

It was fast. Desperate. Raw.

You came around him with a rush, gasping into his shoulder, and Bucky followed with a strangled groan, spilling inside you with a shudder.

Afterward, he held you close, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard.

"We're so bad at brunch," you whispered.

"Worth it."

~~~~~

Back at the table, Sam returned to find your seats empty. He looked around and sighed.

Then texted you:

Both of you hydrate. You're not very subtle, you know. Unbelievable.

You never lived it down.

But judging by the way Bucky kissed you hand under the table when you returned- and the stupid grin that wouldn't leave your face- you wouldn't have changed a thing.

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anonymousicecream · 10 months ago

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Mile-High (Ryujin x M Reader)

Kinktober Day 7: Mile-High Club

The day couldn't have gone any worse for you. You were shouted at by your superiors for failing to complete the duties you were assigned to, which you actually did, but your direct supervisors thought it would be fun to delete your parts. You were also stressed at the fact that you were sent on an unexpected trip to South Korea on a 3-month assignment, which, in your company's terms, is basically a guarantee of you never being able to work at HQ again.

You boarded the flight at 10PM, and the company was kind enough to give you first class tickets, which you embraced to a whole. You started off by ordering quite literally the most expensive glass of spirit, kindly putting it under your direct supervisor's card, reminding him of his mistakes.

"S-Sorry." You heard a woman say, and you were mesmerized by her attire, wearing almost basically nothing. "It's alright." You said to the girl as she took the seat next to you. As the plane took off, the two of you started chatting, discussing both of your lives, as well as the stress life brought you.

"So, I noticed about how we've both been stressed, so how do you feel if I relieve it for you, and in turn, you do the same?" Ryujin asked you teasingly, and you smirked back at her, before you moved your hands onto her midriff, moving down towards her leg. "May I?" You ask, and she nods, before you moved lower onto her leg. You moved a finger under her fishnet, into her panties, getting in touch with her wet panties.

"Horny huh?" You said, and she nods aggressively while moving her hands under your pants, getting in contact with your cock. You flinched, feeling her cold hands, but it became warm as she starts stroking your cock, getting it hard. After getting it hard, she fished your cock out of your pants and exposed it to the open air. Her strokes got faster as her hands got tighter as well, forcing you to match her pace as well, fingering her even faster. It didn't take long before your breathes got heavy but it surprised you when she was the first one to start moaning.

You leaned in to kiss her, and she replied it as if she's in desperate need of one. It didn't take long before you felt close to cumming, so you moved your kisses down onto her jawline and neck while also informing her. "I'm close." "Me too, let's cum together." She replied. The two of you increased your strokes, pleasuring each other faster. A sudden tightness in grip proved to be everything the two of you needed as the two of you reached your peak, climaxing together, on each other's hands, while the two of you kissed.

You felt your cum spurt out of your cock up onto her hands, while her juices squirted out onto your fingers, coating your fingers fully from the intensity of her orgasm. After the two of you finished cumming, you saw Ryujin suck the excess cum off her fingers, and you then sucked some of her juices before she sucked the rest of her juices. "First class toilet. Now." Ryujin instructed, dressing herself before walking to the toilet which is RIGHT in front of you. You dressed yourself back and waited 5 minutes before standing up and walking into the toilet.

As you closed the toilet door, you saw Ryujin, topless, only in her bra and panties, still with her fishnet, sitting on the sink, seemingly fingering herself. You took your top off before walking to her, leaning in to kiss her which she replied in the same manner. The two of you wasted no time to get handsy, masturbating each other aggressively while your kisses also get even more intense, leaving bite marks all over her neck and collarbone. "I need you inside me now." Ryujin said. "I don't have condoms." "I'm safe. If you don't trust me, just pull out." You stripped yourself naked before tearing open her fishnet, setting her panties aside before pushing into her, earning a moan from her.

You start thrusting slowly into her while also helping her get adjusted to your size, helping her wrap her legs around your hips while still caressing her thighs. She started returning your kisses by sucking on your neck as well as giving you permission to go deeper, which you did. Your thrusts got deeper after each thrust and with the help of her legs behind your hips, you managed to bottom out inside her, going deep again repeatedly before finding her g-spot, where you brushed and hit it a few times, making her moans louder. "You like that? You like how my big cock brush your spot?" Ryujin nodded hard and fast in agreement, making you start thrusting faster and harder into her.

The kisses Ryujin left on your neck along with the scratches she gave on your back was enough motivation to fuck her faster and harder, helping her cum soon enough as your thrusts were halted by a sudden clench in her pussy, before tonnes of juices squirted out of her pussy and onto your cock, as well as onto the floor of the bathroom. You continued fucking her through the orgasm, leaving her no time to rest while prolonging and intensifying her orgasm, giving what is possibly one of the best orgasms of her life.

Not long after, you reached your climax as well as you waited until the VERY last moment before you pulled out, stroking your cock a few times as you came, spurting your load onto her pussy, stomach and thighs. Ryujin helped with stroking your cock, making sure she milked out all of your cum.

"T-That was very good." Ryujin said, still gasping for air while you also took deep breathes, resting your head on her shoulder as you caressed her back while she caressed your hair. "Let's clean you up." You said, before helping her limping body off the sink, walking into the shower. "We only have 15 minutes of water, so let's maximize our time well." You said as you entered the shower, followed by Ryujin.

You turned on the shower, setting it to a warm temperature before putting Ryujin under the shower. You helped clean her up while she also did the same to you. The excessive touches on each other's body proved to be a major turn on as you felt her juices leaking again, at the same time as your cock got hard. "Turn off the water." You instructed Ryujin. Ryujin did so and as she turned off the water, you pushed her towards the glass door, leaning her face against the door as you align your cock with her pussy before pushing into her.

Your thrusts were merciless as you went fast and hard from the get go, attempting and successfully getting deeper inside her after each thrust. Her once tight pussy was now wider after your aggressive thrusts into her, allowing you to easily slide in and out of her faster while also getting deeper into her. It didn't help that the shower got even steamier from both of your moans. It didn't take longer before you felt her clench her pussy before gasping "I'm close."

You used your right hand to play with her clit and left hand to play with her tits, rubbing them aggressively while also kissing her upper back and neck, helping her cum while also helping you get close. It took a few more thrusts before you actually gave in first, cumming inside her womb as you thrust deeper and deeper after each spurt, cumming inside her and filling her up.

The intensity of your spurts and hot breathes, followed with how much you played with her tits and clit, helped her orgasm as well as she came a few moments after you, squirting hard onto your cock, mixing both of your cum together. The two of you just stood there, taking deep breathes to calm both of you down before you pulled out of her. You continued showering, this time without any sexual actions, helping her clean her body parts, before the two of you then dried each other up, before getting dressed and returning to your seats after 30 minutes inside the bathroom WHICH was NOT suspected by the flight attendants at all. The rest of the flight was just you and her sleeping, cuddling each other until the plane eventually landed.

(Next week)

The first day of your job couldn't come sooner and you couldn't wait any longer. You entered the building and was assigned your office by the company. You got to meet your new team, which consists of Choi Jisu, Hwang Yeji and Lee Chaeryeong. "Morning everyone." Your eyes widened after hearing the familiar voice. You fearfully turned around and your eyes, and hers, got wide open after noticing each other, after fucking each other in the plane last week. "Ryujin" "Y/n" You two muttered under your breathes.

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fou4summer · 4 months ago

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I'm your one true love

yoo jaeyi × fem!reader

Synopsis: You knew that Jaeyi liked you, and you liked her too, but you always tried to deny it by dating other people. Then one day, after your recent breakup, Jaeyi comforts you and brightens your entire next day, eventually it makes you both confess.

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 1.7k

You were in multiple relationships and they all ended up the same way. With you being cheated on or just both of you just deciding that it wont work out. After every breakup you would go to your bestfriend, Jaeyi, who always comforted you and made you forget about it easily.

She never had anyone even tho the whole school is head over heels for her. She would always say how she already has someone she likes. At first you would always annoy her to tell you who it is, but over time you kinda got it yourself. It was you.

You thought it would eventually stop and that it was just a stupid crush she had on you. Not until you started to feel the mutual feelings about her too. When things would get too risky like you two sitting alone too close to each other, you would always lie that theres a new guy that you like. Everytime her mood would shift, her smile dropping. One time it was a bit more than that...

You were in your room, watching movies and having fun. There was a romantic scene going on in one and she took glances at you. You turned your head towards her and you were inches away from each other.

Her hand was moving slowly on top of yours as she leaned closer. The worst of all you didn't back away. You even put your hand on her shoulder pulling her closer. Until you realized that this could ruin your friendship forever, and you would lose your best friend.

"I'm sorry I really can't do this..." You remove her hand away and stand up from your bed.

"You know I like that guy and-" You try to make up something, but she cuts you off.

"I'm gonna go..." She picks her bag and leaves before you could stop her. You heard in her shaky voice that she was about to cry. You felt so stupid for doing this to her. She was the best choice for you and you knew it.

Come on she rejected half the school and the most popular boys were being pathetic asking her out, but she refused to even look at them. Her eyes were always on you.

Now you were with this one guy. I mean he was popular, handsome and not that nice, but not rude. You got a bit of popularity while being with him so that was a plus too. Even tho you deep down knew you would be much more popular and happy if you were with Jaeyi. You just avoided the thoughts.

You were sure you found the perfect guy, until you caught him cheating right in front of you. You were actually a bit broken cause that was your longest relationship. You broke up with him after he tried to tell you how it 'isn't what it looks like'. You heard that sentence so many times you could literally predict when he would say it.

You were still friends with Jaeyi after that night that happened months ago from now. She apologized and it broke you even more.

You were in your room, crying and you felt horrible about doing that, but you still called Jaeyi. It was actually pretty late, around midnight, but she still picked up in an istant.

"Y/N? Is everything alright? Did something happen?" Her voice was raspy and tired making you smile to yourself that she cares about you that much to answer even this late.

"Hey Jaeyi...I'm sorry that im calling this late...It's just that he cheated on me and I broke up with him and I don't know what to do..." You sobbed between words wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"Oh its okay sshhh...Do you want me to come over?" She said her voice calm and non-judgemental. You quickly replied with a quiet 'yes', feeling like a jerk for doing this to her.

"I'll be there in five minutes...Okay?" Her voice made you calm down a little, knowing that she'll be there soon. You ended the call and unlocked the front door. She opened the door coming in quietly so your parents don't wake up.

"Hey..." She peeked through the door of your room making you sit up a bit. When you saw her you started crying again.

"Y/N...It's okay now...I'm here..." She pulls you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you, holding you close. You put your head against her sweatshirt, soaking it with tears. She caressed your back while whispering sweet things to you until your crying stopped.

"How about we lie down hm?" She whispered and you just nodded. She lied down with your head resting on her chest.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi...I'm sorry..." You couldn't explain anything, but she knew what you were apologizing for.

"It's okay Y/N...I forgive you..." She ran her hand through your hair, making you feel sleepy.

"I love you..." You mumbled against her, your hand resting on her shoulder.

"I love you too Y/N...I love you so much..." Her words made you tear up again, but you didn't want to worry her again, so you just kept quiet until you both fell asleep.

You woke up to your mom calling you to eat. You groaned before looking at the time. It was 1PM already. You never slept that long. You also noticed that Jaeyi was gone. You ran out of your room, finding your parents at the table, both confused by your action.

"Where is Jaeyi?" They both smile at your face expression before your mom answered.

"She left awhile ago. She doesn't sleep till afternoon like someone here. She left you a note on your desk, you should check it out after having lunch." Your mom says placing food on your plate.

After eating, you hurried to your room to see the note she left you. It was on your desk and it said.

Come to todays school festival with me please. 6PM at the school gate. I'm looking forward to it and I have a suprise:)

Jaeyi

You smile at the note before turning around to find your mom standing there.

"You better not say that 'you are going out with some guy already' Y/N." She crossed her arms waiting for your answer.

"Don't worry, I'm going with Jaeyi this time. And stop reading my stuff!" You yell as you run to the bathroom to get ready.

You arrive at the school gate, about to text her, but you felt someone already tap your shoulder. When you turn around, you see Jaeyi in a beautiful pink cardigan that matched the pink tulips in her hand.

"This is my suprise!" She gives you the flowers making you smile and jump into her hug as she wraps her arms around you. She smelled just as gorgeous as she looked.

"Come on lets go!" You take her hand in yours before stepping into the festival.

That day was maybe the best one in your life. You ate popcorn, cotton candy and had cold drinks laughing and teasing each other all day. You went to the ballpit spending hours there like little kids.

You were now sitting at the bench that had a really nice view. You both looked at the stars as her hand slowly touched yours. It was obvious, she was nervous not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Not this time. You took her hand intertwining your fingers together and placing them in your lap.

She turned around to find you already looking at her. She was so cute and adorable. You were thinking to yourself 'How did I manage to reject this person so many times when she was the only one making me this happy?' She nervously smiled looking at you. You didn't want her to think that you'll do the same again.

You slowly leaned in, closing the distance between you. You felt her stiffen a bit, but she quickly relaxed kissing you back. You placed your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. One of her hands went down on your waist while the other caressed your face. You both broke the kiss to catch your breaths. You realized that no one kissed you like that before. It was so full of pure love.

"D-do you like the flowers...?" She broke the silence, her voice nervous and shy. You smiled nodding, making her smile too. You sat there looking at the stars and you kissed her a few more times making her smile into each one.

"Sooo...How did you like today?" You were walking back from the festival, holding hands.

"It was amazing. Thank you Jaeyi...You really made my day..." That made her chuckle squeezing your hand a little.

"Always." She looked at the beautiful sky above you. You wanted to just tell her that directly, your feelings for her. You stopped walking making her turn around confused and a bit worried.

"Is everything okay?" She asked and you give her a small nod before taking a deep breath. She needed to hear this.

"Jaeyi...I've liked you all this time. I just-I just didn't want to ruin our friendship or whatever...I was stupid and-" You were cut off by her lips against yours. The kiss turned into a bit more as her hands sneaked under your shirt resting on your lower back.

"You don't know how long i've waited for you to say that. You made me wait for so long..." She took your hand placing it on her cheek and you blushed at how she nuzzled her head into your hand.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi, but now I'll make it up to you for all those years rejecting you. I promise." You told her as she pulled you closer.

"Y/N...Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile instantly nodding and kissing her again.

"I knew from the start that I was always your true love..." She says against your lips before leaning in for more, but you stop her.

"Oh wow stop that!" You hit her arm playfully and she laughs.

She walks you to your house. You kiss and giggle a bit more in front before you eventually go home. Unfortunately your mom saw that and teased you for the whole month saying how she knew from the start. You never lost your bestfriend, she just became the best girlfriend that you never want to lose.

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f1fantasys · 4 months ago

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Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 8

Summary - angstttt

A/N - I may or may not have teared up writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Let me know what you think!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

''The baby isn't mine''

''What?'' you asked, all the air leaving your lungs.

Lando's eyes held a sadness for a split second before he turned to look at the floor. ''Yeah'' he whispered.

You on the other hand we reeling, a rush of emotions flashing through your body as you tried to comprehend his words.

''I heard her on the phone then confronted her about it..'' he trailed off as you sat in silence.

He chuckled. ''Ironic really. Get thrown into a new life only to have it snatched away, oh and losing the person you cared about most. Fits me well, don't you think?'' he said, eyes looking up at yours again.

''Lando...'' you said softly, trailing off yourself because you really didn't know what to say. Your heart ached at the fact that something that was 'supposedly is' or was has been taken away from him. But you still felt like you were sitting next to a stranger, someone you had to protect yourself from.

You both sat there in silence til you started talking, needing some space of your own.

''I-I..I'm sorry that it's not yours'' you said sincerely, ''but I need to go'' rushing the words out your mouth because you felt the need to throw up all of a sudden. Too much had been said in the last 20 minutes and you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Before Lando could react you stood up and open the door to his drivers' room quickly, his voice calling your name getting softer and softer with each step you took.

You made your way back to the hotel, practically running up to your room, taking a few deep breaths as you finally made it, tears streaming down your face uncontrollably.

Lando was right. Ironic how this whole situation had unfolded. How the fuck had you ended up here? Your mind was a mess. Too many different thoughts and emotions drifting between each other. You won't lie, hearing the baby wasn't his had lifted a weight off your shoulder. No matter how wrong that sounds, just the thought of hum having starting a family with someone else crushed your soul, so it was an understatement to say that you were happy not to have to picture going forward. Not that anything had changed between the two of you - no. You still thought Lando to be the selfish prick who hurt you more time than you could count, having to now shield your heart from him, and that wasn't going to be easy. Yes, the truth is out now - you coming clean about your feelings and Lando somewhat admitting he felt - for feels - something for you too. Your brain was more than happy to hear those words leave his mouth. but it wasn't so easy to just give in. You owed it to yourself to protect yourself from heartbreak all over again.

Just as you were getting ready for bed that night, your phone lit up with a message from Lando.

''Please can we just talk. I'm so fucking sorry for everything and I miss you so bloody much. I know that makes me sound selfish but please Y/N''

Honestly? You weren't ready to see him or talk to him again. You needed to give yourself time to come to terms with everything, it wouldn't be right to just give in and let him have his way.

''I'm not ready. Maybe when we're back in Monaco'' you replied to him, with his next message coming in within seconds.

''I get that..please just..reach out when you're ready? I'll drop everything to meet you''

3 weeks later, Monaco

Winter break, finally the F1 year had come to an end and you had a whole 3 months of holidays, minus the handful of events here and there for team sponsors.

Since the last time you saw Lando, he'd sent you a beautiful bouquet of flowers with an apology note, while you'd spent a lot of time reflecting on yourself. There was definitely few things you wished you had handled differently -

Firstly, both you and Lando knew that feelings were involved, everyone saw it, though you never addressed it yourselves. Maybe if you did, none of what happened would have occurred in the first place.

Second, the night you saw Lando and Magui, you should never have got with Mitch - the high lasted all about five seconds, and then you were back to square one, and thinking about it now, you were guilty for having used Mitch like that, even though he assured you you were all good.

You wished you were stronger and let your feelings for Lando go through this whole debacle, it would have been easier. You wouldn't have thrown dirty words at each other, and you'd actually have been friends with Magui and him, especially when he made you choose.

BUT, scratch that, you did what was right for yourself at that time, and you sure as hell were better off NOT being friends with Magui.

You also wished Lando had handled this better. He was never one to come clean and show his true feelings especially when he felt vulnerable like that. But you just wished he talked to you about the whole thing, used you as his friend, instead of pushing you away and breaking your heart further each time he saw you. It wont be easy for forgive him, at least not right now, but a part of you will always have a special place for him.

Then your heart broke when he told you the baby wasn't his. It was a relief, yes, but you knew he was hurting. It couldn't have been easy on him, but as much as you wanted to be there for him, you had to put yourself first.

There had been no contact between the two of you since then. Qatar and Abu Dhabi had been amazing races for him, McLaren winning the constructors championship, and you were elated for Lando, but you held your ground, not messaging him in case he got the wrong idea and thought you were ready.

Each day, you willed yourself to move forward, not let the events of the last quarter of the year hold you down, but it was tough. You missed him. So much. You missed everything about him. Things as simple as his presence, once always there for you, listening to you rant, cry, laugh, or be the person in your life that scolded you when you made stupid decisions. You missed his laugh. His crazy, animal-like laugh that always put you in a better mood, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his dimples shone through his gorgeous face. You missed his warmth, strong arms that held you close even when there were unspoken words between the two of you. His ability to make you feel safe and secure.

As much as you tried to hate him , forget him, a split second of a memory would pull you in again, and with each passing day, you craved his touch more and more.

Today was Carmen, George's girlfriends birthday party. She was a close friend of yours, and knowing Lando would be there, you were on edge all day.

A lot of your very close mutual friends had told you just how withdrawn Lando was, somewhat lost without you, and you'd decided that if they two of you talked, you would let him know there'd been a thaw. You weren't ready to be best friends again, no matter how much you craved it, but you would at least be civil, start off slow and build up from there.

He look heavenly.

Beautiful, really. His mop of curls sat perfectly in his head, his eye lashes were as long as your fucking heels, his slight stubble contouring his jaw stunningly, his lips plump, looking oh so delicious. Damn, get a hold of yourself you said to yourself, walking over to your seat, a few away from where he was standing. But god, those biceps on the tight white button up he was wearing.

Your world stopped when his eyes met yours. Deep green, piercing, you legs becoming jelly quickly as he sent you the most beautiful smile.

You smiled back as he closed the gap to you, now a mere three feet away and you were about to fold onto the floor. It should have been awkward, but it was anything but. Instinctively, you both leaned in, kissing each others cheeks, Lando's lips feeling like fire on your skin. You held your breath as you pulled back, smug smile on both your faces as others also moved beside you in greeting.

Finally, you broke the ice.

''Thank you for the flowers'' you said softly.

''You're welcome. It was nothing, really, but a step forward, i hope'' he said, eyes trained on yours.

Before you could say anything more, you were both being ushered to your seats at the table by a very strict Carmen, who hated things running late. And right now, it was dinner time. You loved her though.

Lando was sat a few seats down from you, on the opposite side of the table. More often than not, your eyes would catch one another, and at one point when he was engrossed in conversation with Charles, Carmen nudged your side.

''You doing okay?'' she asked. ''I sat you further away on purpose''

You chuckled, knowing she was only doing what's best for you.

''I'm ok. Promise'' you said when her eyes said they didn't believe you.

The evening was going well, eating, drinking, mingling. At one point you saw Lando stepping outside. This was your chance, you thought. You wanted to speak to him.

You stood beside him on the balcony, over looking the beautiful Monaco coastline. He didn't turn to look your way but his face still broke out into a smile, knowing it was you. Funny how just the presence of someone you adore can comfort you. After everything that happened, Lando was still your everything.

''I know things have been fucking tough lately, can only blame myself for that, but i hate that we've been through so much. Y/N I want you to know that nothing has changed how I've felt about you, for a very long time, before we even got together. If anything, it's only made me realize how much you fucking mean to me. I don't want to keep pretending like this connection isn't there, like we're just 'okay without each other,' even though my actions showed the opposite. I care about you so deeply, adore you so much, and I don't want to lose what we once had'' he turned to look at you, the words spilling out of his mouth as he ran a hand through his hair.

''No pressure. No expectations. I just need you to know that no matter what, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere'' he continued, a hand cupping your face.

You leaned into his hand, your skin tingling with electricity from his touch as his words hitched your breath. You took a moment to take them in, not react impulsively, while you bought your hand up to rest on top of his, your fingers tangling together as you took a deep breath.

The look in his eyes told you he was being sincere, honest for the first time in a long time with you. They held a warmth and a type of longing that you'd never seen before, not even in your most private moments together.

Something in his demeanor told you that the Lando standing in front of you wasn't the old Lando which yes, you did fall in love with, nor was it the man you'd come to not recognize. This was a new, improved version of himself. He seems wiser, more grounded and carried himself with a quiet confidence, all of which wasn't there before. Yes, he was an amazing person, that was how you grew to love him. But seeing him like this, honest with himself - it only makes you fall deeper in love with him.

You want nothing more than to pull him in for a hug, let him be that safe space for you again. But you still felt like you owed it to yourself to protect yourself, take things slow and not jump into the deep end in fear of getting hurt again, even though your gut feeling was that Lando would never do anything hurtful to you again.

You hands were still intertwined at your side, his thumb rubbing circles on yours as he waited for you to say something.

''Thank you for being honest. I'm sure it goes without saying that I never stopped caring about you either, as much as I tried to get you out of my mind, hate you even, i never stopped. I can't pretend that I wasn't hurt, and I wont ignore the fact that it's been difficult for me to move past everything that's happened. But I don't want to shut us out. I just.. need time. Time to heal, to trust, to feel like we're on steady ground again. There's something here, something that still matters to both of us, and I'm willing to take the steps to see where it leads. I just need to go at a pace that feels right for me, I hope you understand that. If we're going to find out way back to each other, I want to do it the right way'' you said softly, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

Lando wiped the tear away before cupping your face again, with both hands this time. He leaned down so his eyes were level with yours.

''I hear you, and i don't take any of this lightly. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you, and I bloody hate that I did. I know my words alone aren't enough..I need to show you, and I will. You matter to me so much more than I can put into words, and I don't want to rush you into something you're not ready for. No matter how long that takes, you know I'll be here waiting for you, yeah?''

You nodded your head as more tears fell down your face.

''Thank you, that means a lot'' you whispered.

He wiped away the rest of your tears and smiled at you, so genuine that you could help but smile back.

Then he held out his pinky finger. ''Friends?'' he asked, which made you chuckle. ''Friends,'' you said, locking your finger with his.

You looked back over the balcony, your skin heating up knowing he was still looking at you.

''Can a friend ask a friend for a hug?'' he asked softly.

You turned back to him, ''Always'' you replied, opening your arms up as he leaned down to wrap himself around you.

His hold was one filled with relief, tender, but tight, as if he never wanted to let you go, as your arms went around his neck and held him close, breathing in his scent and calming your breathing.

Funny how a single hug like this makes you feel safe, and you were so glad to hopefully be moving forward in the right direction, Lando at your side.

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runningincircl3s · 1 month ago

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Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 4

the series masterlist is here and you can join the taglist here :)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, use of sex toys, outdoors sex?, tiniest bit of anal..? uhh there's probably more, this parts actually kinda wild… and not edited properly...

holy hell... I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT AGAIN!! this has taken me so long to write, partially because i'm a chronic procrastinator and also because i HATE proof reading my own smut... i was originally going to post this in two parts because it's a super long chapter, but then i kinda ran out of ideas for a second part lmao

p.s this is the longest thing i've ever written and i'm not too sure how i feel about it but i'm posting it anyway just because i've been writing this for a whole month and i don't want to rewrite it :( i'll edit it properly at some point and i'll probably feel happier with it!

The house was too quiet…

Your parents had left in a rush that morning, rushing to catch their separate flights for work trips, leaving the mess at home behind without a second thought. They hadn’t expected you to clean, hadn’t even asked, but you’d spent all day scrubbing, tidying, sorting, because the idea of living in their mess for a week was worse than the effort it took to fix it.

Now, it was well past 11 p.m., and you were curled up on the couch in the exact position you’d collapsed into hours ago, after finally giving up on trying to scrub the old wine stain out of the carpet. Your oversized shirt had slipped down one shoulder, your legs bare, wearing nothing else besides your soft, worn cotton underwear. Your hair messy, eyes heavy. You could've fallen asleep, but you were waiting for his text.

And your phone was still quiet. It had been for hours.

You checked it again, thumb hovering like maybe this time it would buzz with a message.

But nope. Nothing.

You weren’t mad. Just tired, and a little let down. Noah was supposed to come over tonight, and staying with you for the week. You’d been looking forward to it all day- his voice, his presence, the way he made you feel like you could just be yourself.

You dropped the phone back onto the coffee table with a quiet sigh and closed your eyes. The room dimmed, faded. Your breath began to slow...

Buzz. Buzz.

Your eyes fluttered open. You reached for the phone.

Noah: Shit… Just got out of the studio. I’m so sorry, we lost track of time.

Noah: Do you still want me to come over?

Your fingers moved before you even thought:

You: Please!! It’s been a long day. I need you.

You didn’t see his reply. You’d already drifted off, your phone resting on your chest where it slipped from your hand.

You only woke when you heard the front door open. The sound of keys, the soft click of the door shutting.

“Noah?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse and barely awake.

“Hey." Came his soft voice, footsteps padding toward you.

You blinked up at him. He crouched in front of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I’m the worst. I didn’t mean to let you wait this long.”

“You’re not,” you whispered, sitting up. “You’re here now.”

He nodded and sat beside you, pulling you into his side without hesitation.

“You look exhausted,” he murmured, "Long day?"

“Yeah.” You didn’t even try to hide it. “I’ve been cleaning since noon. They left the place a disaster.”

He kissed the side of your head, his hand stroking your hair gently.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve ditched the session and come to help.”

“You were busy,” you said, tilting your face toward him. “Long day too?”

He nodded.

“Yeah... But this? Right here, right now? This is what I’ve been waiting for all day.”

You sighed into him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

A soft silence settled between the two of you, until Noah turned to face you, his lips brushing your hairline as he whispered.

“I wanna take care of you… you’ve done enough for one day.”

You nodded, and let your eyes close again as his hand found your thigh, stroking slow, soothing patters up and down your skin. Your body relaxed, sinking into him. His touch was warm and gentle, fingertips brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“Come on,” he whispered, helping you up. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The two of you moved through the dark house together, soft footed and quiet until you reached your bedroom. You winced when he flicked on the main light by instinct, and he quickly apologised, switching it off again as you turned on your bedside lamp, casting a softer glow over the two of you.

You climbed under the covers with a sigh, sinking into the pillows. Noah peeled off his shirt and skinny jeans, dropping them in the corner, leaving him in just his boxers, before climbing under the sheets with you. His warmth enveloped you immediately.

“You really cleaned all day?” He asked, voice low as his fingers traced over your shoulder beneath the loose fabric of your shirt.

“Yeah. Cleaned stuff. Moved stuff. Did all the laundry. Look, I even put my plushies in the corner and put the good pillows on your side of the bed.”

He chuckled softly.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you whispered, watching his face in the golden glow of your lamp. “You’re staying all week. Wanna make it feel like it’s yours too.”

He looked at you then, and something in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re too good to me." He said.

You smiled faintly, tracing the edge of his jaw with your fingertips.

“I just missed you… I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I missed you more.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. And then, softer, he whispered, “You know what I missed the most?”

You barely managed a sleepy hum.

“The way you sound when I touch you...”

You shivered under his touch as his hand trailed down again, sliding beneath your shirt, warm palm smoothing over your stomach before dipping under the waistband of your underwear.

His lips brushed under your ear.

“Let me take care of you tonight. You’ve done enough.”

“Please.” You gave the smallest nod, eyes fluttering shut again.

And then his fingers found you, already soft, warm, and aching.

“Always so wet for me,” he whispered. “And we've got all week for this.”

“God, I can't wait...” You mumbled, though you were barely clinging to consciousness, your body pliant and loose under his touch.

He kissed your lips, deep and slow, while his fingers stroked you in lazy circles, every movement gentle. Like he had nowhere else to be, he just wanted to take his time, he wanted to feel every second this with you.

Your hips rocked into his hand, a quiet whimper escaping your throat. He shushed you sweetly, kissing your neck as he slipped two long fingers inside you, curling them just right.

Your thighs trembled a little, your hand finding his arm, your breath catching as his thumb worked your clit.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just let go, baby... I got you.”

And so you did. A soft cry, barely louder than a breath, left your lips, your body trembled, and you tightened around his fingers.

Noah kept his forehead pressed to yours, kissing you gently through it, murmuring praise as your body relaxed again.

Slowly, he eased his fingers out and cleaned them with his mouth, humming faintly. You were barely conscious by now, eyelids fluttering.

He shifted just enough to pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. His cock hard, pressed painfully against your thigh, but he didn’t move.

“You’re out, aren’t you?” He whispered, smiling as you gave no answer. Just a little peaceful sigh.

You were asleep.

He kissed your jaw, then tucked his face into your neck.

"All week with you..." He smiled against your skin.

And then he held you, just like that. Still hard, his cock aching, but he was still content.

Because after a long week, you were his favourite place to rest, too.

...

Day One

You woke to the smell of something buttery and sweet.

The sunlight came through your blinds in delicate slats, warming the sheets where your body had long since shifted in search of the familiar weight that had disappeared from your side. You stirred, stretching with a groggy yawn, and reached for the cool side of the bed, to find it empty.

But then the door creaked open.

Noah stepped in, shirtless, long hair messy from sleep, carrying a tray with two mugs, a plate stacked with pancakes, and a bottle of maple syrup clutched in his teeth.

You blinked up at him, still half asleep.

“Wow... should I get used to this?” You chuckled, sitting up slowly as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

He laughed around the bottle, setting the tray carefully on your lap.

“You think I was gonna let you survive off pop tarts for a week?”

You smiled, rubbing your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, I did,” he said, settling beside you. “And last night proved it.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry I passed out so fast. I wanted to stay awake for you.”

He nudged your shoulder gently.

“You don’t ever have to apologise for being exhausted. You worked your ass off yesterday.”

“Still. I literally must've fell asleep mid orgasm. You didn't even... get anything.”

"It's okay," he chuckled, "I've never fingered anyone to sleep before, it was kinda hot."

You smacked his thigh, laughing as he handed you your coffee.

“You’re such a menace.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, “But I made you blueberry pancakes.”

You both dug in, legs brushing under the sheets. The quiet was soft, punctuated only by syrupy bites and the occasional sleepy smile passed between you.

When the plate was nearly empty, he nudged you again.

“So... Anything you wanna do today?”

You licked syrup from your thumb and looked him dead in the eye.

“Yeah. You.”

"Damn," his brows lifted, and he couldn't hide his grin, "That was direct.”

You shrugged innocently.

“I’m rested now.”

"I know." He leaned in, kissing your cheek. “That actually reminds me, I bought something for you... It's still in my car.”

You tilted your head, intrigued.

“What kind of something?”

“You’ll see." He said with a smirk, "Just give me a second.”

You slid out of bed, careful with the tray, and padded barefoot downstairs to rinse off the dishes. The water ran over your hands as you heard the front door open and Noah’s footsteps on the gravel outside. You dried your hands quickly, the curiosity growing louder.

By the time he returned, you were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He shut the door behind him with his shoulder, holding a small black box tucked under one arm.

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Is that for me?”

“Mhmm,” he said, smirking slightly. “Something I’ve been thinking about getting you for a while. Wasn’t sure if it’d be too much, but… after the last night at my place?” He held it out. “Figured you might like it.”

You took the box from his hands slowly, glancing up at him before opening it.

Neatly nestled inside, was a toy?

It was realistic. A light flesh toned. Veined, soft silicone, lifelike in the curve of the shaft and the shape of the head. Slightly smaller than him, but detailed, with a smooth base and a small button where the vibrations would activate, and it came with a remote.

Your mouth parted.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s a little smaller than me,” he said, suddenly sheepish. “Bit shorter, not as thick, so it's less intense.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding your eyes.

How have you made Noah Sebastian, your best friend, certified slut in your hometown, blush over a sex toy.

“Last time we tried… at my place… I know it hurt. I hated seeing you uncomfortable. So I figured this might help. You could get used to the stretch at your own pace. No pressure... And it doubles as a vibrator.” He chuckled.

You blinked down at the toy again, your heart clenching at how thoughtful that was, in a rather strange way. He remembered. He noticed. And instead of pulling away, or letting it scare him off, he’d taken the time to find a way to make it better for you.

“Noah,” you whispered, stunned. “This is… this is insane.”

His expression shifted, nervous now.

“Insane bad?”

“No,” you breathed. “It's... hot. You got me this...? For that reason?”

“Well, yeah,” he murmured, stepping in closer. “And because, y'know, I can’t always be here. Figured this way, when you need something, or someone, you don’t have to wait for me. And maybe… it’ll help you, you could kinda get used to it so it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

You could barely breathe. The sincerity of it all lodged deep in your chest.

“I don’t even know what to say...” You murmured, eyes still on the box.

He gently took it from your hands, setting it down on the kitchen island. Then his arms were around your waist, drawing you in.

“You don’t have to say anything yet,” he said, voice low. “I can show you how to use it... if you want.”

You looked up at him, heart fluttering.

“Oh, I want.”

His fingers gripped your hips tighter. The air between you grew heavier, slower, tighter.

But just as he bent down to kiss you-

Your phone buzzed.

You blinked, glancing toward the counter. The screen lit up with a message.

Folio: hey u home? noah told us he's staying with u this week. me n matt wanna come over. u got snacks?

Noah saw it too and groaned softly.

"Tell them we're not here."

You stifled a laugh, biting your lip.

"Folio lives down the road, he'll see your car."

"We could've walked somewhere! C'mon-"

"Noah, we have all week," you smiled, "One afternoon with your friends over just means they won't turn up unannounced later."

He leaned his forehead against yours with a dramatic sigh.

"Fine." He said, pulling away slowly with one last squeeze to your waist, “But once they leave, we're going straight up to your bed."

"Once they're gone..." you smirked, a hand on his chest as you looked up into his eyes, "We could even try it out on the couch."

Noah's face flushed, you watched his eyes darken and his breathing slow.

"What have I turned you into."

...

The guys had been here for a while now, and you could tell Noah was getting restless. You all played halo for a bit, and were now in the middle of watching a movie. Folio was shovelling popcorn into his mouth when he suddenly blurted,

“Do you think Beth would go out with me?”

You blinked, trying to act surprised.

“Beth? My Beth?”

“Obviously not his Beth, genius.” Matt snorted, not even looking away from the game.

You smacked his arm, then turned to Folio with a grin.

“Wait. Are you being serious?”

Folio shrugged like it was no big deal, but his ears went a little red.

“Yeah, I mean… she’s hot, she's cool, but she's kinda intimidating. I dunno, that's whay I thought I'd ask you first. I was thinking maybe I’d ask her to get drinks or something.”

You gasped.

“Yes, oh my god, you have to! She would love that... She’s been asking about you, actually.”

"Really?" His brows lifted.

“Really.” You grinned.

“Shit.” He leaned back, puffing out his cheeks. “Okay. Cool. No pressure.”

Noah, sitting next to you on the couch, shot you a look that said are we really doing this now, but you were beaming.

The night carried on with more trash talk, half-finished snacks, and plenty of laughter. But eventually, the mood started to lull, Matt yawned, then Folio yawned, and eventually, they decided it was time to leave. They thanked you for the snacks, and Folio thanked you for the advice.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, a heavy silence settled in the room, and then Noah practically pounced. He strode past you and yanked the curtains closed with one swift tug.

“Finally.” He muttered under his breath, then he turned, grinning like the devil himself.

You tried to hide your smirk as you headed towards the kitchen, to the island, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away.

“You've been so patient.” You chuckled.

“Barely.” His voice had already dropped an octave, low and rough. “You said you’d use it on the couch.”

“I did,” you said sweetly, lifting the box like it weighed nothing and bringing it back into the living room. “So? Are you gonna teach me how to use it, or what?”

Noah didn’t answer. He just closed the distance between you in two long strides.

“Sit,” he said, voice all grit and command. “Now.”

You did.

He reached past you, pulled the toy from the box, and turned itover in his hand, inspecting it carefully before glancing up at you with a raised brow.

“I’ll go clean it first.”

You blinked.

“Now?”

“Yeah, now. Hygiene's important, baby,” he said, very matter of factly, but his eyes were dark. “Especially with anything going in you.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at how casual he made it sound, like he was just taking care of you, because he was.

He padded into the kitchen, cleaned it thoroughly, and wiped it down with a cloth he warmed under hot water. He returned a minute later, eyes dropping between your legs, still crouched slightly to look at you.

“Okay. Lie back,” he murmured. “And touch yourself for me.”

You stared.

“Don’t be shy. I want you warmed up for it. You need to be wet, or else it'll hurt.” He sat beside you now, legs spread lazily, one arm draped over the back of the couch. “You can do that, can’t you? Let me watch you get yourself ready to take it?”

You swallowed, heart thudding.

“Yeah… I mean- yeah.”

You lay back against the pillows and slipped out of your shorts and panties, before reaching back down, breath shaky, your fingers finding their way between your thighs. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched, eyes locked to your every movement like it was the only thing that mattered.

But you were already too in your head.

You rubbed slowly, trying to find just the right amount of pressure, but it just wasn’t right. The anticipation was working you up, making everything harder. You already knew your fingers wouldn't be enough, you were aching for more and if anything they only made it worse.

You let out a frustrated breath and tilted your head toward him.

“It’s not working again.” You groaned.

“Hey, hey. That’s okay.” He said, his voice gentle as he moved closer to you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but he was already moving, gently pushing your hand aside.

“Let me.” He whispered.

You nearly whined.

He moved so he was now knelt on the floor between your legs, fingers gliding softly over your thighs, holding them open.

“Fuck,” he breathed, looking up at you as he traced two fingers over your folds, aready making you gasp. He used his thumbs to part you softly, and whisper, “Look at this… She’s perfect.”

The tip of his finger traced slow, teasing circles over your clit, and you saw him smirk to himself as you lifted your hips, chasing the feeling.

He shifted slightly, playing with your clit with his thumb with one hand, whilst he slipped his index finger of the other into you slowly…

“Shit... she’s sucking on my fingers like she knows what’s coming.”

He slowly worked the one long finger in and out, taking in how slick it was on the way out, and groaning at how warm you were as he slipped it inside, a second finger joining the first.

“You think this toy’s gonna help you take me, baby?” he asked softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. “I think it will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to feel you lose your mind on something almost as big as me.” You didn’t beed to look up at him to see the dirty smirk on his face.

Noah’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he took the toy in his hand. Then, softly, like he was asking you to do the most natural thing in the world, he said

“Open your mouth.”

You blinked, looking up at him as if to say really?

“You should know how it feels first, don’t you think? Before I slide it into this sweet little pussy.”

He brought the tip to your mouth, and you took it in slowly, the shape familiar but not exact, still, the feel of it on your tongue made heat travel down your spine. It was warm now, from his hands, and as you sucked, your eyes glanced down...

His cock was hard. So hard you could see the tension in how he held himself, knuckles pale against his thigh, jaw clenched.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, watching your lips around the toy, sucking and licking it like it was his. “That’s so dirty. So good.”

He pulled it from your mouth with a soft pop and leaned in to kiss you, deep and hot and needy, letting out that soft groan he made whenever you let him take control.

“Lie back again, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips. “Legs open for me.”

You obeyed without hesitation.

Noah sat between your thighs again, kissed up the inside of your leg, and clicked the toy on. He pressed the vibrating tip of it gently to your clit, just enough to tease, not to overwhelm.

The vibration sent a shock through you. Your breath caught as your hips bucked so slightly.

“Feel good?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, breathlessly.

“So good... Noah…”

But just when the feeling was starting to build, when you thoight he might let you cum first like this, he turned it off.

“No!” You almost whined.

He just grinned, the smug bastard.

“Patience,” he said, kissing your hip. “You’ll thank me.”

He angled the toy lower, sliding the tip between your folds.

“Deep breath for me, baby... if you want to stop, you tell me. If it's too much or you want me to go slower, you tell me.”

"Yes..." You muttered, breathless.

And then he eased the tip in, his thumb working your clit at the same time, hoping the pleasure would overtake any pain.

“Oh my god-” you moaned, the stretch making your walls flutter already.

“Fuck,” he rasped, watching your body take it. “You feel that? Baby, that’s just the tip...”

You clenched around it instinctively, and he stroked your thigh, soothing you.

“You're taking it soo well,” he said, voice low and ragged. “You're so wet... so ready."

You whimpered, legs trembling as he pushed it in a little further, slow and careful, until it was halfway in. Your moan turned desperate, fingers digging into the cushions.

“More?” he asked, his eyes molten. “You want more?”

You nodded, already ruined.

“Please, Noah.”

Noah pushed the toy deeper, inch by inch, his eyes locked on your face as your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured. “Taking it all…”

When it was finally fully nestled inside, he paused.

And he just held it there.

You squirmed almost immediately, overwhelmed by how full you felt, how warm the silicone had become inside you, and how right it felt inside. You hadn’t felt anything inside you besides his fingers since your first time, you almost forgot how it felt.

But still, the toy didn’t move, Noah didn’t let it, which only made the ache more maddening.

“Noah, please!”

“I know,” he said, stroking your thigh with the backs of his fingers. “It’s a lot. Gotta get your pussy used to it first, though.”

He leaned in, kissed the inside of your knee.

“Gotta stretch you out so next time, when it’s me, you won’t feel any pain. Just this...”

You clenched around the toy instinctively, desperate for friction. Your hands gripped the couch cushion behind you, hips rocking up just enough to feel it shift inside you.

“No,” he said gently, pressing his hand to your hip to still you. “Let it sit there. Just get used to it...”

You whined, frustrated.

He smiled, that evil smirk, and his thumb brushed over your clit again.

“Patience, baby. Trust me. You’ll thank me when you cum harder than ever.”

A minute passed. Then another.

You were throbbing, the ache was becoming unbearable. And it wasn’t until your eyes began to well with overwhelmed tears, he whispered.

“Okay. Hold this for me quickly.”

You blinked.

“What?”

He gently guided your hand down, curling your fingers around the base of the toy.

“I need to grab a towel,” he said, standing. “You’re already making a mess, and I’m not letting you ruin your parents’ couch.”

Your mouth fell open, stunned at the casual filth of that sentence.

Noah turned, walked toward the hallway, and looked over his shoulder.

“Keep it inside. Don’t move it, cos I’ll know if you did.”

The second he disappeared, you whined helplessly, gripping the toy in place, hips rolling as your body tried to chase more friction, and even just that simple movement felt delicious.

By the time he came back with a towel in his hand, you were flushed and trembling.

He took one look at you and grinned.

“You followed directions.” He murmured approvingly.

“Barely.”

He laid the towel out beneath your hips, gently repositioning you until you were right where he wanted you, legs open, flushed and wanting.

Then, without a word, he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.

His hand returned to the base of the toy, and he started to move it.

Slow, little thrusts at first, just enough to tease as he got you used to the feeling.

Your body arched, the feeling addictive now that it moved, your moan echoing off the living room walls.

“That’s it,” Noah whispered. “Be as loud as you want… it’s just us.”

He leaned forward, his other hand that had been pressed down on your lower belly to keep you still moved, and his thumb began to rub circles on your clit.

You gasped, nails digging into his arm, your thighs trembled, your back arched, and he didn’t stop, just gave you more.

He whispered through it, the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard falling from his lips.

“So perfect… Wish you could see how she takes it, fuck, you’re clenching so tight. You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

You whimpered something unintelligible.

“Shhh, I know, baby. Just let it happen. Just feel all of it, it's good, huh?”

He moved faster now, careful but relentless, the toy stroking every inch of your walls while his thumb traced circles over your clit, and it was too much.

You broke with a cry, body trembling under him, your orgasm crashing over you hard and fast like a tidal wave.

Noah whispered sweet praises through it all, telling you how good you were, how beautiful you looked like this, how he couldn’t wait to feel you fall apart like that around him next time.

And when it was over, when you lay there shaking, he pulled the toy out carefully and slowly, then set it aside, and cradled you against his chest.

You didn’t have the strength to speak. You wanted to thank him, to tell him how good it was- though you guessed he already knew. So you just curled into him and sighed, heart pounding, pussy still pulsing from how good it had felt. And Noah just held you until you were ready to move again.

A couple minutes passed and you stirred a little in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest, still flushed and glowing from everything he'd just done to you.

But then as you shifted slighlty, you felt it.

Pressed firm against your thigh.

He was still hard.

“You really watched all that and didn’t cum?” You smirked against his skin.

He let out a soft laugh.

“Barely. I was this close.”

“Seriously?” You tilted your head up.

He gave you a look.

“Yes. I almost came in my pants. Had to breathe through it like I was in labour or some shit.”

You grinned, playful now, as your fingers danced over his chest.

“Well, we can’t have that...”

His brows lifted, caught off guard as you slid down between his legs, settling down on your knees on the floor.

“Wait-”

But you were already pulling at the waistband of his sweats.

He hissed softly as his cock sprang free, flushed, swollen, leaking. It looked painful.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight, and then you looked up at him. He looked wrecked already, pupils blown wide as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, just by his balls.

“You don’t have to-”

“Noah, I want to.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

The first time you’d ever done this, a week ago, he’d been gentle. He was careful with you, and he talked you through every movement, stopping often to check you were okay.

But now?

Now you wanted to be more messy with it, you were desperate to taste him again, to see the effect you had on him.

You licked up his length, keeping your eyes on his, before wrapping your lips around the head, giving it a soft kiss, and then sucking him into your mouth.

“Jesus, fuck-” He groaned, already losing his mind.

You took more, hollowing your cheeks, letting your tongue swirl around him. He was salty, warm and perfect. Your hands curled around what you couldn’t take, stroking him as you sucked him harder, messier, leaving his dick coated in spit and precum.

“God, you’re getting so good at this.” He gasped, one hand sliding into your hair, not to push you, just anchoring himself.

The praise only made you more confident, and hungrier.

You moaned around him, watching how his thighs tensed, how his abs flexed, how his jaw clenched.

And then his voice broke, ragged and trembling.

“Fuck, baby... I’m not gonna last-”

Hearing how wrecked and desperate he sounded only made you work harder, wanting him to cum for you again.

He cursed, hips bucking once, making you take him deeper in your mouth, before he caught himself.

“You want me to come in your mouth this time?... think you can take it?”

You looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips stretched around his cock, and nodded.

That did it for him.

His whole body trembled as he came, moaning your name, spilling his warmth down your throat.

You swallowed every drop, and kept sucking, milking him truly, until he gently tugged your hair, breathless.

“Fuck... Thank you.”

You pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips, flushed and smug.

Noah stared at you like he might combust.

“You just-”

“Swallowed,” you finished, proud, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. “And it felt good.”

He dragged you into his lap and kissed you breathlessly, his fingers cradling your jaw.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

"Seriously?" Your eyes narrowed in disbelief, "Out of everyone that's ever sucked your dick-"

"You know you're different, baby." He whispered, kissing your cheek, "You actually mean something to me."

...

Day Two

It was definitely past noon when you woke up, your body half draped over Noah’s in your bed. The room was warm, but the occasional breeze came in through the open window.

Noah was still asleep beneath you, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, the other under the pillow by his head. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath you, bare and warm beneath your cheek, and you lazily traced the lines of the ink on his skin.

Your thigh was resting in between his, tangled beneath the sheets. His body was warm beneath yours, and as you shifted ever so slightly, you suddenly became aware of two things.

One, you were still bare from the waist down.

Two, Noah was hard.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him. He was still out cold, softly sleeping. His lips slightly parted, his dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks liek he was dreaming.

You should leave him be, let him rest. It’s not often he gets the chance to sleep in.

But instead, your hips rocked ever so slightly, your core pulsing as you heard him groan in his sleep.

Still half asleep yourself, your hips moved again, this time a little more intentionally. Slow, gentle friction, just enough to get a little more of that sleepy contact. You weren’t even sure if you were doing it for you or for him. Probably both.

You felt him stir beneath you, a hand sliding up your back beneath your (his) shirt, palm splayed between your shoulder blades as he let out a groggy hum.

“Morning,” he rasped, his voice gravelly from sleep. “You tryna kill me, or…?”

You smiled, nose brushing against his collarbone.

“You’re the one poking me!”

“Natural reaction to waking up with you rubbing on me like a needy little-“

Before he could finish, his phone rang sharply on the nightstand. You both froze.

Noah groaned like he’d just been shot.

“No fucking way…” You watched him reach for it blindly, groaning again as he checked the screen. “It’s Folio.”

“What? Why’s he calling you at-“ you glanced at the clock, “…11:47?”

“Folio.” He answered with a sigh. “This better be important.” You could only hear Noah’s side of the call, but his expression immediately shifted from annoyance to something that resembled amusement. “You’re where?” He ran a hand down his face. “Dude. Are you serious? Who the fuck falls asleep on a stranger’s couch and gets kicked out by their parents?”

You sat up a little, snorting into the blanket.

“Yeah, fine, I’ll come and get you.” Noah sighed.

He hung up and flopped back into the pillow with a groan.

“What happened?” You asked, already grinning.

“He went to some party last night, got drunk, crashed on the couch. Turns out it was someone’s family home. The parents found him when they came home this morning and kicked him out.”

You tried not to laugh, but failed.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s sitting on the front porch like a stray cat.”

You collapsed back into the sheets, covering your face.

“God, I can’t believe this.”

Noah rolled over, nuzzling your neck with a dramatic sigh.

“We were literally about to have sleepy morning sex. Now I have to put on pants and rescue a moron.”

“Poor baby.” You teased, pouting as you stroked his hair gently.

“Don’t move… As soon as I get back we’re finishing what you started.”

“I won’t.” You kissed the top of his head. “Now go get your friend.”

After Noah got dressed and left, you stayed there, in bed, that ache only growing between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some kind of relief, but it was no good. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt pressed against your thigh.

You tried again to use your fingers, touching yourself to try to relieve the ache, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't him.

Your eyes drifted over to the nightstand, where the toy Noah had given you yesterday was tucked away.

He did say he got it for you for when you needed something, or someone.

With a sigh, you got up. You cleaned the toy, and lied back in your bed, legs spread, staring up at the ceiling like it might help you.

You reached down again, between your thighs, and you were certainly slick. You slid the tip of the toy through your folds, quite enjoying the way the head felt as it caught your clit. You found your hips moving as if they had a mind of their own, rocking with every move you made.

You angled it to your entrance, your eyes screwing shut as you eased it in... but surprisingly, it didn't hurt. There was still a slight sting, but once the tip had slipped in, you let out a breathy moan, feeling nothing but pleasure as the rest filled you.

Once the whole length of the toy was in, you felt your walls clench around it. It almost felt perfect...

With one hand holding the base of the toy, the other found your clit again, rubbing tight little circles as you began to ease the toy out, before pressing it back in again, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

The soft squelch of your arousal made you blush, even though you were the only one to hear. It was embarrassing how wet you were, how easy it was to imagine it was him instead. That it was Noah pushing into you, whispering things in your ear, calling you a good girl while his hands gripped your waist and guided every stroke, like he had done when it was your first time.

You whimpered, hips beginning to rise to meet the thrust of the toy, your fingers never easing on your clit. It felt good, so good, but still not quite good enough. Not as good as him.

Your legs trembled as you started to move faster, the toy gliding in and out with more ease now, your slick coating it completely. You moaned quietly, biting your lip, you were getting close, you could feel it building.

And then you heard the creak of the floorboards outside your room...

You jumped. The sudden sound pulled you out of the daze you were in, your eyes half lidded as you gazed towards your bedroom door.

Noah was back.

He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, chest rising and falling like he’d just run the whole way back.

His gaze dropped to between your thighs, the toy he had given you buried deep inside you, your fingers still rubbing your clit, and his expression changed in an instant.

“Oh, don’t stop.” He said, shutting the door behind him.

Your breath caught.

“Noah-”

He was already walking toward you, his eyes dark with something intense. Something possessive. Something only for you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he murmured, dropping onto the bed beside you. “You were gonna cum without me? Let me miss all the fun?”

You couldn’t speak. You just whimpered, nodding helplessly.

He leaned closer, taking the toy from your hand and sliding it in deep, making you cry out.

"Since you clearly couldn’t wait,” he smirked, settling back against the pillows, “Then do it right.”

He carefully pulled the toy out, slick and warm, and guided it to sit between his legs and tapped the spot in front of him.

“Ride it for me.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Noah…”

He smiled, wicked and soft all at once.

“You said you wouldn’t move. So now you’re gonna ride this, and cum nice and messy for me.”

Still breathless, you nodded, climbing into his lap and straddling the toy between his thighs. He helped you to guide yourself back down onto it, gasping as it filled you again, and you felt it deeper this time.

Noah’s hands rested on your waist, grounding you.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick. “Just like that... Touch your clit again for me.”

You began to move, doing as he said with your eyes locked on his. Every rock of your hips dragged the toy just right against your walls, your clit rubbing deliciously against your palm as you worked yourself closer and closer...

And all the while, Noah watched you, a lazy expression on his face as he leaned back against the pillows, arms behind his head, just taking in the sight in front of him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, watching your body tremble. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for it.”

You didn't realise tears had slipped down your cheeks until Noah's thumb came up to wipe them. The pleasure was so overwhelming. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, hips still rocking, but your body trembling now, so so close to breaking.

Noah’s gaze never wavered, his eyes remained dark and intense, yet still full of admiration as he watched you. His cock was hard in his jeans, painfully so, and the sight made something flutter in your chest... a fierce, tender want to give back, to make him feel just as good as he always makes you.

Slowly, carefully, you slid your hand down, fingers trembling, hands a little shaky as they found the waistband of his jeans. You hesitated a moment, then unbuttoned them before gently pushing them down, freeing his cock.

“Can I?” You whispered, eyes searching his face for permission as you started to work his length with your hand, "I need it... Want to feel it in me again..."

"Are you sure, baby? Are you ready?" He asked, his voice cautious even as he bit back a groan.

"Yes... Please..."

He hesitated, just for a moment, then nodded, lips parted, voice rough.

"Okay... but take it slow, I don't want to hurt you."

With a shaky breath, you the toy out from between your folds, still slick and warm, and slid yourself down, inch by delicious inch, until you were fully seated on him. The heat of him filled you in a way no toy ever could.

A shudder rolled through your body as your hips adjusted to his length, the slow stretch pulling a gasp from your lips. Your hands found his shoulders, and Noah’s hands found your hips, steadying you, guiding you as you rocked gently back and forth.

“Shit... you feel so good,” he murmured against your skin, one hand trailing up your spine to cradle your neck. “You’re perfect.”

...

You weren’t sure how long you've been like this, pressed to his chest, legs still trembling slightly, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. Your legs were tangled with his, your inner thighs gooey, your bodies still slick, a reminder what just happened. Your cheek rested over his heartbeat, and you had never felt so safe.

Noah stroked your back slowly, fingertips barely there, drawing lazy shapes down your spine. One of his hands moved to gently cup the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair in a soothing rhythm. You melted into it, letting your weight fully settle on top of him.

“You okay?” He murmured, voice rough with tenderness.

You nodded against him.

“Mmhm... I don't think I've ever been better."

“Me too. That was…” He trailed off, hand still in your hair, lips grazing the side of your head. “You were so good, baby. Always are... I'm so lucky you trust me with this.”

Your throat felt a little tight. Not just from his praise, but the way he held you like he was never going to let go, like he wasn't just holding you for your pleasure, but his too. You reached down for the throw blanket at the edge of the bed and tugged it over the two of you.

He let you settle in, nuzzling into your shoulder now, his breath a warm against your skin as you shuffled closer to him.

Just as your eyes were fluttering shut, your phone began to ring from the nightstand.

You groaned quietly, half burying your face in Noah’s shoulder.

“Who the fuck…”

“Want me to check it?” He offered, but you reached for it blindly, blinking at the screen.

“Oh shit, it's dad." You muttered.

"Answer it, baby. Or he'll worry."

So you did, quickly hitting accept and trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Hey!”

“Hey, sweetie,” came his familiar voice, full of warmth. “Just checking in. Everything okay? You doing alright by yourself?”

You sat up slightly, clearing your throat and glancing at Noah, who was watching you sleepily, still sprawled in your bed. His hand was resting on your bare hip, thumb stroking softly.

“Yeah… I’m good.”

There was a pause.

“You sure?” your dad asked gently. “You sound tired, honey.”

“I just woke up from a nap,” you lied smoothly. “But I’m safe. I’m not alone, anyway.”

“Oh?” He asked, and you could practically hear the teasing in his voice.

“Noah’s staying here for the week.”

You heard a low chuckle.

“Ah, good. Glad he’s there. Kid’s practically part of the family at this point.”

You smiled without realising.

“Yeah. He’s been... taking care of me.”

“Always knew he would,” your dad said softly. “You tell him I said thank you.”

“Noah,” you turned your head toward him, covering the phone slightly. “My dad says thank you.”

Noah stretched a little, grinning.

“Tell him he still owes me a steak dinner, it's the least I deserve for putting up with you.”

You laughed and passed it on. Your dad chuckled.

“Little shit. I’ll grill him two when I’m back... Alright, I’ll let you get back to your day, well, nap. Just wanted to check in. Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

“And tell Noah I love him too, even if he eats all the snacks when he’s over.”

“I heard that!” Noah called in the background.

Your dad just laughed.

“You take care of each other.”

“We always do.” You promised, before the call ended.

You set the phone aside, heart just a little fuller than before. Noah stretched his arms out with a dramatic yawn, then reached for you.

“C’mere.”

You crawled back into his arms without hesitation, letting yourself sink into his chest again. You could feel the slow beating of his heart against your cheek.

“Your dad loves me.” He muttered smugly.

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Yeah, yeah... Don’t let it go to your head."

…

Day Three

It was hot. Too hot.

Noah was sat inside, wearing just a pair of black shorts, whilst you were lying outside under the sun, wearing just a bikini- well, bikini bottoms... you didn't bother with the top. You knew it would only be Noah here to see, and you had nothing to hide in front of him, and your neighbours couldn't see you anyway.

You had been waiting for Noah to finally join you for a while now, you wanted to ask him for help with the sunscreen, but he'd been too busy taking work calls all morning.

But then you heard the back door slide open.

“Noah?” You called without lifting your head.

"Hm?" He hummed, and you looked over, seeing him standing at the back door with a glass of water in one hand, his black shorts slung low on his hips, and nothing else.

“Will you put sunscreen on me?” You asked with a small smirk.

He stepped outside, already smiling, like he’d been waiting for you to ask.

“Is this an invitation or a test?”

“Bit of both.” You shrugged lazily.

That made him chuckle, and the sound did something to your stomach. He set the glass down on the small table beside you and picked up the bottle of sunscreen, flipping it open as he stepped behind you.

You felt the first cold splash hit the middle of your back and flinched.

“Too cold?” He asked softly, smoothing his hands across your skin.

“A little.”

His hands were warm and slow, spreading the lotion in careful strokes down your back, over your shoulders, down each side. His fingers slid beneath the curve of your arm, then dipped to trace along the edge of your ribs. When he reached your waist, he let out a quiet breath.

“You forgot your top." He said with a soft chuckle.

You turned your head slightly, offering a smug little grin.

“No, I didn’t.”

He chuckled, then shifted to kneel beside you, his thighs pressing against the lounger’s edge. You felt his gaze drag across your body, the subtle curve of your side, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your chest pressed against the towel beneath you.

“I’m gonna have to flip you.” He murmured.

You raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not even gonna buy me dinner first?”

He grinned and carefully slipped his hands beneath you. You let him guide you onto your back, arms folding loosely over your stomach as you laid exposed under the sun, nipples hardening immediately in anticipation.

His gaze darkened, then flicked to the sunscreen.

“I should do your front too, y'know... just to make sure you don't miss a spot.”

“You really should.” You grinned.

Noah squeezed more lotion into his hands and rubbed them together, then lowered them to your chest. He started slow, palms covering your breasts, thumbs gliding over your nipples in soft, rhythmic circles, making them harden under his touch.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the moment, the warmth of his touch, the sun on your skin... you felt like you were in heaven.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits." He murmured, more to himself than you.

You bit your lip, a small moan slipping out as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, brushing each one until your hips shifted unconsciously against the lounger.

“Okay,” you murmured, voice low. “You’re pushing your luck.”

He only smirked.

“You’d tell me if you wanted me to stop.”

Your answer was silence, nothing but a slight smirk.

His hands drifted lower, gliding down your stomach, skimming the waistband of your bikini bottoms. His thumbs tucked under the sides, pausing.

“May I?”

“Please.” You nodded, already breathless.

He pulled them down slowly, exposing you fully. You felt the breeze against your slickness, before his hands were there, spreading sunscreen over the soft curves of your hips, then lower, until his fingertips brushed between your legs.

You whimpered.

“Look at you,” he murmured, kneeling beside you again. “All slick and warm already. You been laying out here with your tits out, just waiting for me to come out and touch you?”

“Maybe." You breathed.

He leaned down, breath ghosting over your stomach.

"God, you don't know what you do to me."

Two fingers dipped down, stroking gently through your folds. He teased you slowly, gathering your wetness, spreading it across your clit before slipping one finger inside, then two, curling just right.

You gasped, back arching off the towel.

His other hand stroked lazy circles over your clit with his thumb, adjusting the rhythm each time you clenched around his fingers.

Then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, his slick thumb grazed the tight ring of your other hole, rubbing it so softly.

You jolted with a quiet cry, and he chuckled, low and dark.

"Little bit of sunscreen must’ve slid there... I was just wiping it off.”

You moaned, biting into the edge of the towel as his fingers picked up pace.

“That felt good, huh?” Noah murmured, his voice low and rough with want as he leaned closer, the tip of his thumb teasing that tight hole again, slipping just the slightest fraction inside.

"Noah..."

Your breath hitched, hips raising involuntarily into his touch, but he was gentle, patient, his fingers curling just right inside you, slow and deliberate.

His mouth found your clit before you could even think to pull away, and it was warm and wet, tongue flicking and swirling in messy, eager licks that made your body shudder. His breath was hot and uneven against your skin, lips sucking and nibbling just enough to make you want more, want him to never stop. You felt like you were in heaven.

You bit down harder on the towel, muffling your loud moans as he slid his thumb continued to tease your other hole, circling it with soft, tantalizing strokes.

“God, you taste so good.” He whispered, lips against your clit, voice thick with need as his fingers pumped slowly inside you.

Your hands trembled, clutching the towel as your legs shook, hips bucking to meet his mouth and fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure.

“Fuck, you’re gonna soak this towel, aren’t you?” He murmured against your skin, lips ghosting up your belly toward your mouth, catching yours in a wet, breathy kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your answer was a desperate, broken moan, body arching as the pleasure kept building in yout belly, making you feel a little lightheaded.

He held you down softly, fingers fucking you slow, mouth worshipping every inch he could reach. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge...

When you finally came, shaking and gasping, your cries swallowed by his mouth, Noah kept going, working you through it.

Once it started to get too much, you grabbed his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, and he pulled back a little to look at you.

"Holy shit," Noah breathed, "That was so fucking hot."

But you weren't taking any time to recover.

"Inside. Now," you said, shooting up from the lounger and grabbing his hand, "I need you to fuck me."

You dragged him through the door, and as you were about to walk him through the house, he tugged you back, grinning as he muttered a "you're not making it past here," before he set you onto the kitchen counter.

You could see the bulge through his shorts, and you assumed he wasn't wearing any boxers underneath, and that was confirmed as he yanked his shorts down, letting his cock spring free. It was already leaking, and painfully hard.

You barely had time to gasp before he grabbed your knees and spread your legs wide.

“No teasing." You whispered, breathless and needy, "Please."

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

His hands slid beneath your thighs, lifting and guiding you toward the edge of the counter, and you could feel just how sweaty his palms were against your skin, and how slick the small of your back already was against the countertop.

He lined himself up, eyes drifting down to where you were spread for him. His brows drew together, just slightly.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, but barely got the chance to breathe before he began to press inside slowly, carefully.

The stretch still ached a little. You squeezed your eyes shut, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he eased into you, inch by inch.

“Shit-” you whimpered, clinging to the edge of the counter as he bottomed out.

Noah stilled, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from his brow as he braced himself.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.

You nodded quickly, even though your eyes were still closed.

“Just… give me a second.”

His lips brushed your shoulder, a soft kiss as his hands stroked your back, grounding you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “So tight.”

You let your legs relax a little around him, your body adjusting to the stretch. The burn slowly gave way to fullness, to pressure, to pleasure.

“Okay,” you whispered, forehead falling against his. “You can.. move.”

He obeyed with restraint, pulling back slowly and sinking into you again. Not rough or teasing. Just deep, slow strokes that had both of you panting from the heat and the sheer closeness of it all.

Your bodies were shining with sweat, skin sliding against skin, chests heaving in tandem. The kitchen felt sweltering now, filled with the sounds of soft gasps and skin hitting skin.

Your head fell back as your moans grew louder.

“Fuck, Noah-”

His grip tightened on your hips, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’re not, you won't,” you whimpered. “Please don’t stop.”

You clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into sweat-slick skin as he kept the pace steady and deep. Every thrust made your breath stutter, every slow drag out and push back in felt like it lit a new fuse inside you.

But it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed something more.

“Harder...” You whispered, almost too quietly.

He didn’t hear you over the sound of his own breath, heavy and ragged in your ear.

You said it again, louder this time.

“Noah... harder. Please.”

He paused mid thrust, damp forehead pressing to yours. His eyes searched your face, like he needed to be sure.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“I need it. You won't hurt me... I can take it. Please.”

Something in him snapped then.

He grabbed your hips tighter, pulling you flush to the edge of the counter so you were practically haning off, and his next thrust knocked the air from your lungs. It was faster, rougher, deeper than ever. No hesitation now. Just sweat and skin and the sound of him panting your name like it was a prayer.

“Fuck- yes, like that-” you gasped, head falling back as he picked up speed. The slap of skin echoed in the kitchen, lewd and slick and so filthy you almost couldn’t believe it.

He growled low in his throat as he drove into you harder, his restraint completely gone.

“This what you wanted?” he panted, his mouth hot at your jaw, your neck. “Wanted me to fuck you like this, huh?”

“Yes,” you choked out. “God, Noah, please don’t stop.”

Your legs trembled where they wrapped around him, your arms wrapping around his neck tighter as he fucked into you fast and relentless. Every inch of your skin burned, not just from the heat but from how good it felt to finally give in, to let him wreck you like this.

You could feel your orgasm building fast, that white hot pleasure, tight and desperate in your belly.

“I’m so close...” You gasped, barely getting the words out.

“Let go for me,” he grunted, slamming into you with everything he had. “I need to feel it... Need to feel you cum on my cock again...”

And with a broken cry, you did. Your legs shook, back arched, clenching so tight around him that it dragged a curse from his lips and sent him spiralling right after you.

He buried himself deep one last time, shuddering as he came, and then collapsed forward, arms braced on either side of you, both of you breathless and ruined in the heat.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your hearts pounding and the soft whir of the ceiling fan that was doing absolutely nothing overhead.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, boneless and buzzing, "We did it..."

“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “I'm definitely calling this week a vacation.”

The both of you took a moment before pulling apart, and you hissed as he finally pulled out, leaving you a little sore. Noah helped you down from the counter, your legs still trembling.

“Shower?” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion, "Then we can clean up in here after... I'm just too hot and sweaty to think right now."

You nodded, barely able to form a word as he guided you down the hall.

...

The cold water was a shock at first, but it felt incredible, and rather refreshing. Noah stood behind you under the spray, arms wrapped around your waist as you both just let the water do its work. The quiet was soft, intimate. You leaned back against his chest, his hands gently smoothing soap over your skin.

After a moment, you tilted your head, looking up at him with a teasing little smile.

“You think you could go again…?”

"I want to,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder. “Believe me, I really do.”

You looked up at him, brows slightly furrowed.

“So… why not?”

He gave a breathy laugh, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear.

“Because of something called the refractory period.”

“The what?” You asked, your head tilted.

“It’s basically the time I need to, uh… recharge.” He smirked. “My body just doesn’t work like yours does... Once I finish, I need some time before I can go again.”

“Oh…” you blinked, then looked down between the two of you, a little disappointed. “That sucks.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

“Hey... You know I’ll make it up to you. I just need a break, angel.” That was a name he had only ever called you once. Your heart did a little dance at the sound of it again, and you felt your cheeks heat up, just as it had the first time. It was gentler than most of the names he used. Not teasing, not cheeky, just soft, like he meant it.

“Fine,” you sighed, “But only because you called me angel.”

That made him chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned forward and ran a hand through your hair.

“Knew that would work.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, finishing the shower together like you had all the time in the world- which right now, you did. There was no rush, and no need to fill the quiet between you. His hands moved carefully over your skin as he helped you wash the soap away, fingers lingering at your hips, your spine, the slope of your shoulders. It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, but thoughtful. He paid attention and was careful with your body, knowing it was something he’d been trusted with, and he took that seriously, even now.

The water had cooled you both down a little. You tipped your head back to let it wash over your face one last time while he squeezed out the water from his hair.

When you finally stepped out, he offered you a towel first, waiting until you’d tucked it securely around your chest before drying himself off. The mirror had fogged up completely, blurring both of your reflections in the glass as you passed on the way out of the room.

You both went back to your room to get dressed, the air hot and sticky again. You dried off, though you weren't sure if you were damp from the shower anymore, or if you were already sweating again from the heat.

“It’s still so damn hot." You murmured, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, nothing beneath. It was too hot.

He glanced over from where he was rifling through his bag, pulling out a pair of shorts, eyes raking over you lazily.

“I know. The shower barely helped.” He sighed.

"We could always get in the pool..." You suggested, a smirk creeping up on your face.

"Hell no," Noah laughed, "Last time we were in your pool you almost drowned me."

"Hey," you pouted, "Isn't that the point of a splashing contest? Who can splash the hardest?"

Noah chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair.

"Okay, fine, we’ll get in the pool. But first-" He pointed toward the door. "We better clean up in the kitchen."

You nodded and followed him, your bare feet soft against the floor as you made your way down the stairs. The warm summer evening breeze drifted through the open windows across the house, giving you a slight relief from the heat.

The kitchen was a little messy, some dishes in the sink, a few crumbs on the counter from your earlier snack, but nothing too bad.

Until you saw the island counter. Where Noah had fucked you on...

You felt your cheeks heat at the sight of it, you hadn't even noticed how you knocked a few things on to the floor, or how you had left a little trail of slick. You felt a little embarrassed, guilty even.

You stood still for a second, lips parting in a soft exhale.

“Yeah…” Noah said, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes landed on the same spot. “We really did a number in here, huh?”

You shot him a look, fighting back a smirk.

“You did a number on me.”

“I try my best.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the roll of paper towels, and a spray bottle of disinfectant.

“You’re cleaning that part. It was your idea to do that here, so it’s your mess- I was gonna take us to the bedroom.”

“Gladly.” He smirked, taking them from you and getting to work as you picked up some of the letters and paper that you had knocked off, setting the, back on the side.

You both moved around the kitchen, cleaning and tidying things up so you wouldn't compalin about it tomorrow. The domesticity of it was almost a little strange but a comforting contrast to what you'd gotten up to earlier. Occasionally, your arms would brush or his hand would land on the small of your back as he moved past, casual and thoughtless but made you feel warm inside.

When the kitchen was clean, sparkling even, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to him.

“Pool time?” You grinned.

“You gonna try and drown me again?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No!" You said, eyes playful, “Just wanna get in to cool off, no contests, no drowning...”

“Alright, fair enough.” Noah chuckled.

You headed upstairs to change, peeling off your tank top and shorts and changing into another bikini, this time actually putting on the top. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and smiled, feeling a little more put together than you were earlier.

When you came back down, Noah was waiting, sitting in the living room shirtless, wearing only his boxers.

“Seriously? No swim trunks?” You asked, laughing.

He shrugged sheepishly.

“Didn’t bring any. Figured these would do.”

You bit your lip, a mischievous idea forming.

“Wait here.”

You disappeared into the guest room, the one that used to be his room when you were both younger and he's stay for the summer. You rummaged through the drawers, knowing there were still a few of his old things here.

Suddenly, a pair of old, bright orange and blue swim trunks caught your eye.

“Found something!” You called out.

Noah came in and held them up, a jokingly horrified look on his face.

“No way I'm fitting into those.”

“Want me to help you try?” You smirked.

He shook his head, laughing.

“Nah, I’m good. Boxers it is.”

You gave him a sly look, stepping closer.

“You know... you could ditch the boxers and just get naked. Nobody else is gonna see.”

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You like my dick that much, huh?”

You couldn’t help the blush spreading across your cheeks, looking away quickly.

“I- well, it’s not that…”

He laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the stairs.

“C’mon, pool time. Let’s cool off.”

...

The water felt like heaven after suffering in the heat all day, it was cool against your skin as you waded in up to your chest. Noah ducked under for a second before resurfacing with a sharp exhale, shaking water from his hair like a dog, and laughing when droplets landed on you.

“Gross,” you teased, wiping at your face with a grin. “You’re like a labrador.”

He shrugged, floating lazily on his back.

“Labradors are loyal. I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes, swimming over to lean your arms on the pool edge, gazing up at the hazy, starry sky. And suddenly it was like nothing had ever changed, like you were both still kids, playing in the pool on a summers night until your parents would call you in for bed.

You sighed, a soft smile tugging at your lips at the memories that came flashing back to you.

“Remember when we used to stay out here until our fingers looked like raisins?”

Noah laughed from behind you, swimming closer.

“And your dad would get mad at us, all dramatic like, ‘You’re gonna catch a cold!’ in the middle of July.”

“He wasn’t wrong, though,” you grinned. “I got sick that one summer.”

“You got sick because you drank half the pool water trying to hold your breath longer than me.”

You turned to look at him, eyes narrowing with playful offense.

“That’s not what happened!”

“That’s exactly what happened.” He gave you a gentle splash. “You were a menace.”

You both laughed, and then it quieted. Just the sound of the water lapping against the tiles, the faint hum of night insects.

“I miss it sometimes,” you admitted, glancing up at the sky again. “How simple everything was back then. We didn’t worry about anything. It was just us, and midnight snacks, and scary movies we weren’t supposed to watch.”

Noah floated beside you, resting his arms on the edge like yours, shoulder brushing yours gently.

“Yeah. Everything felt big and exciting. Like we had all the time in the world.” A beat passed before he added, “But even now, it still kinda feels like that. With you.”

You looked over at him. He was staring up at the stars too, a soft look on his face, one you’d learned to read over the years, to recognise. The version of Noah that was calm and open and honest. The version only you ever got to see.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, voice quiet, “About how much has changed. About how much we’ve changed. And I dunno. It’s kinda wild that I still feel like I know you better than anyone. Like even now, I know you have your band and everything... but it sometimes feels like it’s still just you and me.”

His eyes met yours, something wistful settling behind them.

“Yeah. A lot’s changed, but it’s weird how sometimes it still feels like we're still just those kids... Like nothings changed, even though everything has.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked the most relaxed you've seen him in ages, no tension in his brows, no lines of exhaustion. Just him. Your best friend. The boy you’d grown up with. The man who now knew your body and your heart in a way no one else ever had.

“I’m really glad you came over.” You said softly. He turned his head, meeting your eyes.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Your throat tightened unexpectedly, and you blinked away the sting behind your eyes as you turned around.

“I just... I don’t say it enough. But I’m so fucking grateful for you, Noah.” You looked down at your fingers tracing idle circles in the water. “You always know exactly what to say. It’s like you have this... sixth sense for when I’m not okay. You don’t even have to ask, you're just there. Like when everything’s too loud in my brain, you know how to make it quiet. You make it bearable.”

“You do that for me too,” he said, almost like it hurt to admit. “Every time I feel like I’m slipping, like I don’t even know or recognise myself… it’s you. You pull me back. You always remind me of who I am, who I was before everything got so complicated, before the band all that...”

The lump in your throat grew, your chest aching like your ribs couldn’t quite contain everything inside you. You gave a broken sort of laugh, the kind that came with tears that stung behind your eyes.

“I don’t know who I’d be without you,” you whispered. “I really, really don’t.”

Noah moved closer, silent for a moment. Then, beneath the water his fingers found yours, threading through them with an ease that felt like breathing.

“You’ll never have to know,” he said softly. “I swear to god, you’ll never have to find out.”

The emotion welled, so raw in your chest that it burned, but just as your lip trembled and your eyes glossed over, a sharp splash of water hit your face.

You gasped, blinking through the droplets to see Noah grinning wickedly, both hands poised and ready for another splash.

“Did you seriously just...?”

“Oh, I seriously just!” He grinned.

You playfully narrowed your eyes.

“Okay... It’s on, bitch!”

*SPLASH*

...

Day Four

It was the fourth day Noah had been over, the fifth day you've been home alone, and you've run out of food in the house. The fridge was empty and the cupboards were bare. You leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the empty pantry like it might magically fill itself.

Noah shuffled in behind you, eyes scanning the shelves as if he could conjure lunch out of thin air.

“Alright, what do we have here?” He muttered, digging through the cans and boxes on the top shelf- where you couldn't reach. Then he froze, holding up a dented tin with a faded label.

“Are these… peaches?” He asked, squinting.

You glanced at the label.

“Uh… fifteen years out of date.”

Noah held it up like some rare archaeological find.

“How is this still here? You’ve moved twice since then.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Guess it's my parents' backup plan for the apocalypse.”

“No way I’m opening that.” Noah said, tossing it back onto the shelf with mock disgust.

"So... grocery store?"

...

The windows were down, letting the warm breeze swirl through the car as Noah’s fingers tapped along the steering wheel, his favourite fall out boy cd playing.

“I still can’t believe we went through an entire week’s worth of food in two days,” you muttered, scrolling through the notes app on your phone where you’d hastily started a shopping list. “Like... what the fuck.”

Noah snorted, shooting you a sideways glance.

“I can. We’ve either been fucking, sleeping, or acting like actual children in the pool...You wore me out, I needed fuel.” He smirked.

“Oh my god." You huffed dramatically, "So it’s my fault we went through everything in the fridge?”

“Yes,” he said again, completely serious. “You moan like that and expect me not to chug three glasses of mango juice after?”

You burst out laughing, slapping his arm lightly as he turned into the store parking lot.

“I can’t with you.”

“You could, and you did... a couple times, if I recall correctly.”

“Noah!” You squealed, laughing as you covered your face with your hands.

He just chuckled, parking the car smoothly.

“I’m just saying. If we want to survive the rest of the week, we need snacks... and probably some energy drinks, and protein bars...”

You watched him as he took the keys from the engine, taking his phone from his pocket.

“Promise not to embarrass me inside the store?” You asked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Of course not." You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt as he climbed out.

As he rounded the front of the car to meet you on your side, he reached for your hand, giving it a casual squeeze before tugging you toward the entrance, only letting go to get a cart.

“I swear,” you muttered, nudging him with your shoulder as you walked through the doors, “If you make any dirty jokes while we’re in here, I’m walking home.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “But I do have thoughts about cucumbers when I see 'em.”

“Noah!”

He just grinned.

“Love you!”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, grinning right back, “I love you too.”

You walked around for a few minutes, throwing some things you knew you needed into the cart (and some things you definitely didn't.) But just as you were walking down the produce aisle, you spotted something- or someone.

A guy. Alone. He looked like he was in his 60s, his grey hair only covering half of his head. He was stood very still at the end of the aisle, like he'd pause to check his grocery list- but his eyes were very much on you, and he wasn't too subtle about it either.

You looked away quickly, pretending to focus on the fruit as a chill ran over your spine. You moved a little closer to Noah, without even noticing it, your hand lightly brushing his arm as if to anchor yourself.

He didn’t notice at first. Just kept joking about the girth of one particular banana, and taking a picture of it to send to Nicholas.

But as you turned down the next aisle, and the next, you caught sight of the same man again, this time at the far end of the snacks section, pretending to look at a shelf of crackers while still watching you.

You didn’t say anything, but you had a really bad feeling setting in your stomach every time you looked at him, like you had a gut feeling something was wrong.

This time, you actually slipped your arm into Noah’s, and he looked down at you.

“You good?” He asked, a little confused.

You nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Just cold!”

His brows knitted together slightly, but he didn’t press. He let you hang onto him, pushing the cart along with one hand, and kept up the chatter to keep things feeling normal.

You were crouched down comparing jars of pasta sauce when it happened again, only this time Noah noticed too. He glanced up and spotted the guy halfway down the aisle, pretending to browse canned soup while blatantly staring.

His entire demeanour shifted. You felt his body go tense as he straightened beside you. His hand came to rest protectively on your back.

You stood and followed his line of sight.

“...He’s been watching me since the produce aisle." You said softly, "I don't like the way he's-"

“Kiss me.”

“What?” You blinked.

He turned to face you fully.

“Kiss me. Quick.”

“But... we only really kiss when we have sex-”

“Yeah, well,” he said, gently cupping your jaw, “We’re improvising. Just pretend.”

“Noah-”

“Please. Trust me. It's either this, or I go over and knock that guy out."

You hesitated, but only for a second.

And then you leaned up, stood on your tip toes and kissed him.

It was only quick but still felt real, his large hand warm on your cheek, his lips soft against yours. It wasn’t messy or desperate, or anything like that, it was just a simple kiss. Like it wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last.

When you pulled away, you glanced back. The man had disappeared from the aisle.

“Thank you.” You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

Noah just nodded and gently took your hand.

“No problem, but now it's time to find some cereal.”

You both walked down to the cereal aisle, Noah pushing the cart as you walked beside him. The two of you were already arguing over which box to get.

“Okay, please can we be adults about this and just get the knock off brand? It tastes the same.”

“You did not just say that." You gasped, genuinely offended. "The knock off tastes like cardboard, Noah."

“But it’s cheaper, you could get two of 'em for the price of that!”

“But it's better!" You argued, reaching for the bright red box of the real thing. “We deserve the good cereal.”

He shot you a look, amused but stubborn.

“You’re so dramatic... Fine. But I get to pick the pizza we get tonight."

“Deal!” You smirked, victorious as you dropped the overpriced cereal into the cart with a flourish.

He shook his head, laughing under his breath.

“You’re gonna rot your teeth.”

“You’re gonna rot your soul being this grumpy at the cereal aisle.” You shot back playfully, your hands on your hips.

You were still smiling when he nudged you gently with his elbow.

“Hey, can you grab me that one? Blue box... Bottom shelf."

“Why can’t you get it?”

“Because I’m doing the hard part.” He gestured grandly to the cart. “Pushing this thing around while you spend all my money.”

You rolled your eyes but bent down, your arm reaching out to grab the box-

THWACK.

You jolted, letting out a startled squeak as you grabbed the cereal box and whipped your head around to glare at him.

“Noah!” You hissed, eyes wide.

He was already laughing, one hand braced on the shopping cart for support as he nearly doubled over.

“Oh my god, the sound it made..." he tried to hold back his laughter, but failed, "Could I sample that? We've been trying to the perfect drum-"

"No!" You shoved the box into his chest, "You are not sampling my ass!"

"Why? I'd put you in the credits-"

“You’re such a dick.” You tried to fight the smile tugging at your lips, but failed miserably. "You're lucky we're in public."

“Oooh,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Is that a threat, sweetheart?”

"Noah. Keep walking or I'm beating you ass in the parking lot."

The final aisle was frozen food, and there were a couple things you needed to get, and Noah had already picked a pizza for the two of you to share tonight.

"No," you shook your head, holding back a laugh, "I am not eating chicken nugget pizza!"

"But you said I could choose," he smirked, "You got the expensive cereal, I'm getting the chicken nugget pizza!"

"Noah-"

"Nope!" He grinned, already dropping it into the cart, "It's not up for debate."

"Can't you get... I dunno the pepperoni one or something?"

"But that doens't sound as exciting as chicken nuggets!"

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face and then out of the corner of your eye, you noticed an old couple- they must've been at least in their 70s.

"Awh," the lady smiled soflty, her voice gentle, "Young love."

"Reminds me of when we started dating, all those years ago," her husband- or so you assumed- chuckled, "Remember that argument we had over peas?"

"And I let you win." She smiled, and they both laughed at the memory, before turning their attention back to you and Noah, both frozen in horror, eyes wide.

"Oh!" you rushed out, your voice an octave too high, "We're not... uh, we aren't together!"

"Just friends- best friends!" Noah added quickly, his cheeks pink.

The old lady's smile didn't budge, if anything it frew wider.

"Mhm, sure thing, sweetheart."

"Seen it a million times," her husband added with a wink, "That's love if I've ever seen it."

You and Noah stood in stunned silence as the couple wandered off, still chuckling to themselves.

But it was true, you did love him, and he loved you back, but it was on a level nobody else could understand. It would feel wrong to actually date him, but somehow exploring each others bodies felt so right. You couldn't imagine ever marrying him, but at the same time you couldn't imagine anyone else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

It wasn't just platonic, but it wasn't just romantic. It was something neither of you could ever explain, something nobody else would ever feel.

...

By the time you got home, your arms were aching from carrying the bags of shopping. You took a quick shower whilst Noah unpacked and put everything away, and then you came back down the stairs in your pyjamas- a tank top and a loose pair of sleep shorts, a different colour to the ones you wore yesterday.

You saw Noah had left the pizzas on the side, the chicken nugget one, and the margarita one he had let you get if you promised to at least try some of his one.

You bent down to open the oven, taking out a couple trays. You didn't even notice how Noah froze beside you, mid-unpacking.

Because as you crouched down, he couldn't help but look... and he swallowed hard at the sight, you had no underwear on...

He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, blood rushing south so fast it made his breath catch. You were still completely unaware, humming softly as you slid the pizzas onto the trays, pushing them into the oven.

It was only when you stood up, all casual, brushing your hands on your thighs before turning to face him.

"What?" You asked, noticing the way his eyes lingered.

"You're not wearing any underwear." He said, his lips twitching into a smirk.

Your face flushed instantly.

"Noah!"

"Hey!" He held his hands up, his grin only spreadnig wider. "I'm not complaining!"

You crossed your arms over your chest, cheeks still burning.

"It's more comfortable like this!"

"Comfortable, huh?" His gaze dropped to the hem of your shorts again, shameless, "Well, now I'm the one who's uncomfortable."

Your eyes widened a little, drifting down to where his jeans had grown noticeable tighter.

"Noah..." You said again, more breathless this time.

"You're walking around with your pussy peaking out like that and think it's fair?" He leans in a little, his lips brushing near your ear, his voice dropping an octave, "Do you know what that does to me?"

"I wasn't trying to do anything-"

"You never are," he smiled against your skin, "And that's what makes it worse."

You pulled back a little, staring up at him, feeling heat spread all the way from your chest down to your core.

“Think I can make you cum before the pizzas done?”

You swallowed, the directness of his question making your thighs press together. You nodded, barely, already dizzy with anticipation, making his smirk return.

“Then turn around.”

You did.

Slowly, you pressed your hands to the counter as he sank to his knees behind you, palms trailing down the backs of your thighs.

“Timer says fifteen minutes,” he murmured, tugging your shorts down, his breath hot against your bare skin. “Bet I can make you cum twice in that time.”

You let out a soft, shaky laugh, but it melted into a gasp when his hands smoothed up your thighs, thumbs brushing along the crease where your legs met your hips.

“Twice?” You breathed, your voice already trembling with anticipation.

He turned you around so he could look up at you, pupils blown wide, that familiar spark dancing in his eyes.

“You doubt me?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t, not when he was already pressing a kiss just below your bellybutton, dragging his mouth lower like he had all the time in the world.

“Noah…” You whispered, fingers sinking into his hair.

He hummed at the sound of his name, lips brushing your skin as he looked up again, serious now.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.” You whispered, shaking your head.

Delicately, he kissed up your thigh, keeping his eyes on yours, before lifting your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you open for him.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this.” He murmured, eyes drifting between your parted lips above and the ones below. His voice was still full of awe, like he still couldn’t believe you let him see you like this.

He didn’t rush. He never did. One hand slid up your other thigh, fingers splayed wide to keep you steady, while his mouth leaned forward to kiss just above your clit.

“Shit…” You whispered, your voice already shaky.

“I know, baby.” He smiled softly against you, “I’ve got you.”

Then, finally, he licked you. One long, deliberate stroke of his tongue that made your hips buck and your hands scramble for something to hold on to- his shoulders, the counter behind you, anything.

You could feel him smile again as he did it once more, slower this time, like he was savoring you. His tongue moved with skill, flicking gently at your clit, then flattening out and dragging across you, again and again, until your head was tipped back and your mouth hung open with silent gasps.

His fingers dug into your hips as you tried to move, but he held you still.

“Stay still for me.” He said gently, lips brushing against your folds.

Your stomach tightened, the lovely feeling building fast. Your hand found his hair and you threaded your fingers through it, clinging to him as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, then circled it again, the lewd, wet sounds only making you feel more lightheaded.

It didn’t take long. It never did when he touched you like this. You came with a breathless moan of his name, thighs shaking, body tensing as pleasure rushed through you. He held you through it, mouth still moving gently, drawing all he could out of you.

He gave your clit one final kiss before easing your leg off his shoulder, kissing up your body before his lips met yours.

“Hey, look at that… Only took me five minutes.” He smirked.

Day Five

You and Noah had both spent the entire morning cleaning up the house. You got a text from your dad last night saying he'd be back later today, and although you felt a little upset about this being the last time you and Noah would have all this time together alone, you knew you'd never forget what happened. Not just the sex, or the cuddles, but feeling like it was just the two of you again, like things weren't as complicated as they are.

However, you noticed Noah wasn't fully present all day. You assumed it was just because he was upset that he had to leave so early- although that wasn't the case, you both knew your dad would be fine with him staying.

You both ordered food in for lunch, but Noah barely touched his. You put on an old childhood movie, one you two would always watch together, but it was clear he wasn't paying attention. He was checking his phone every 5 minutes, and you could tell something was bothering him- but usually he'd tell you.

You didn’t say anything at first. You didn’t want to push. But by the time the movie was almost over and Noah still hadn’t laughed at any of your favourite lines, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You paused the film, the room going quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan and the faint sound of birds outside.

“Noah?”

He blinked, finally looking away from his phone.

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on with you?” You studied his face.

“Nothing!" He said too quickly, making you raise a brow.

He sighed, setting the phone down on the armrest beside him.

“I didn’t wanna tell you today...”

“Tell me what?” Your stomach twisted.

He hesitated again, jaw clenched like he was physically holding something back.

“Matt texted me earlier. I'm going back on tour again soon... It’s confirmed.”

You blinked, not understanding at first.

"Okay?... And you don't want to? Or-"

"It's a big tour... supporting one of the biggest bands in the scene. It’s the biggest thing we’ve ever landed.”

“That’s…” you started, heart stuttering, “That’s amazing, Noah!”

He gave a small, grateful smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"But, the thing is..." He paused, exhaling like it was almost painful to talk about.

"What?"

"It's a world tour. I'll be gone for three, maybe four months... And we leave in a few weeks."

Suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Four months without him. Your best friend, your person.

This whole week had already felt like a long, slow goodbye. Now it felt like you were running out of time all over again.

You felt sick.

You looked down at your hands, fingers curled into your sleeves.

"Were you not gonna tell me?" You asked, not daring to look up at him.

"I was, but I knew you were already upset about this being our last day... I didn't want to make things worse." He said softly, "And I couldn't bare to see that look on your face."

You didn’t realise you were crying until he leaned in and brushed a thumb gently under your eye.

“Hey,” he said, pulling you in until your forehead rested against his. “We’ve done time apart before.”

“Not like this.”

“No,” he admitted. “Not like this.”

There was a moment of silence, and it felt like you were suffocating in it, until he spoke again.

“But I’m coming back to you,” he said. “You know that, right? No matter how far I go. It’s always gonna be you and me.”

“I just wish we had more time.” Your lips trembled.

He kissed your forehead, the only place he’d let himself kiss you when it wasn’t about sex. Something sacred and soft he'd always done.

“So do I,” he whispered. “But we’ve still got a few hours. Let’s make them count.”

"I don't... I don't feel like doing it right now."

"I didn't mean it like that," Noah quickly corrected, "I mean... just spending time together-"

"But that's only going to make things worse when you leave, Noah!" You cried, your hand coming up to your face to silence your sobs.

He only held you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head as he took a deep breath.

"It was all a lie wasn't it... in the pool... I told you I don't know who I'd be without you and you told me I'd never have to find out... And you knew all along you were going to fucking leave!"

"No! I never... the tour sounded too good to be true, I didn't think they'd actually take us... but I can text Matt, I can tell him to pull us out-"

"Don't you dare." You said, glaring at him with red, glossy eyes, "Noah. Ever since we were kids, this is what you wanted. This could be your big break, and I'm not letting you hold yourself back just because of me."

"I would do anything for you, y/n..." Noah said, his eyes now beginning to sting, "...Fucking anything."

"I know..." you said with a sniffle, now wiping the tears from his eyes, "Which is why you have to go. This is your dream, everything you've spent the last 21 years working towards."

"Just don't forget about me," he said, forcing a small chuckle, "I'll make sure I call and text everyday just to check in."

"I'll get sick of you." You laughed, wiping your under eyes.

"As if you'd ever." He smiled softly, before taking your hand in his.

...

The rest of the day passed too quickly for your liking.

You finished tidying the place up and ordered dinner, just something simple, though neither of you were very hungry, and you ate it curled up on the couch. Not talking much, but touching. His hand on your leg. Your foot tucked beneath his thigh. Just a form of quiet reassurance.

By the time the sun started to set, your dad texted: “Home in 30 mins. Can’t wait to see you!!”

You stared at the message, feeling your stomach twist.

Noah caught the look on your face.

“That him?”

“Yeah." You nodded, "He’ll be here soon.”

Noah sighed, brushing his hair back with one hand.

“Guess that’s my cue.”

“You can stay a little longer,” you said quickly. “He won’t care.”

But Noah was already rising, dusting imaginary crumbs from his jeans, trying to look casual.

“It's okay. I don’t wanna make it any harder.”

You followed him to the door in silence, heart hammering. It felt too final, and too sudden.

At the door, he paused, looking at you like he was trying to memorise every part of you, your hair, your eyes, the exact way you were frowning up at him.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he promised again, his voice soft. “Soon as I get home.”

You nodded, but your chest was too tight to speak.

Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there just a second longer than usual.

And then… he just left.

You stood in the doorway long after his car disappeared down the street, your arms wrapped around yourself, like maybe that would keep the shattered pieces of your heart from spilling everywhere.

When your dad pulled up minutes later, he called out before he even reached the porch.

"Hey, sweetie!"

You forced a smile, meeting him at the door, giving him the tightest hug you could manage. He ruffled your hair, pulled back, and looked at you more closely.

“Everything okay?” he asked, brows pulling together. “You look... upset.”

You let out a shaky laugh.

“I’m fine.”

But he didn’t buy it for a second.

“Where’s Noah? Thought I’d get to say hi.”

“He left a few minutes ago.”

“Oh.” He tilted his head. “He’s not staying tonight?”

You shook your head, your throat closing up again. Your dad’s eyes softened.

“What’s going on?”

And before you could stop yourself, it all came spilling out. The week you’d spent together (but leaving out most of the details). The tour. The goodbye. The aching part of you that didn’t want him to go, even if you knew he had to.

Your dad listened the whole time, quietly, nodding along. When you were finished, wiping your face with your sleeve, he gave a small, thoughtful hum.

“You know,” he said after a moment, “We’re going on vacation next week.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Yeah… I forgot.”

“Why don’t you invite him?” your dad said gently. “One last trip together, it'd be like when he used to join us when you were kids. No pressure. Just... before everything changes.”

You stared at him, wide eyed.

“Are you serious?”

“He’s practically family. I’d love to have him there. And I think he’d like the chance to spend more time with you before he heads out into the world.”

"Shouldn't I ask mum first?"

"Pfft," your dad waved a hand, "She hasn't answered any of my texts all day. And I know she'll say to invite him too, she loves him like a son."

Your heart swelled at that, just a little.

“But I don’t know if he’ll say yes... It's next week, he might already have plans."

“Well, he’d be an idiot not to, unless he has a reason of course. Just ask him anyway.”

You let out a small laugh, sniffling again.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He pulled you into another hug.

“Go call him. Or text. Whatever you kids do.”

You nodded, picking your phone up from the couch and making your way up the stairs. And just as you reached the top, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Noah is calling...

Your heart beated a little faster, but your thumb was already pressing answer.

"Hey!"

“Hi... I just got home,” he said, his voice instantly comforting in your ear. “Did your dad get in okay?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, gripping the banister. “He asked about you.”

“Oh yeah?” you could hear the small smile in his voice. “Tell him I said hi.”

You reached the top of the stairs and padded slowly down the hallway.

“I did.”

There was a pause. A quiet inhale from Noah, like he was trying to decide if he should say more, but before he could, you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

You turned the handle and stepped inside.

And just like that, your throat felt tight again.

The bed was still messy from this morning, the blankets rumpled from where he’d rolled out, the pillow he used still dented, the hoodie he took off still hanging off the edge. It looked like he was still there. Like if you blinked hard enough, he’d be standing next to you, shirtless and sleepy and smirking, ready to wrap his arms around you.

You couldn’t even walk toward it.

“Y/n?” Noah’s voice crackled through the speaker, gentle but unsure. “You okay?”

You swallowed.

“Yeah, I just… I just got to my room.”

"Shit... that's the only room we forgot to tidy..." Then quieter, he asked, “Is it bad?”

You sat down on the edge of your desk chair instead, avoiding the bed completely.

“It’s just exactly how you left it... And your hoodies still here.”

Noah didn’t respond for a second.

"Keep it," he said softly, followed by, "I miss you already."

That nearly broke you.

“Hey…” you said quickly, blinking back the fresh sting behind your eyes. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Anything.”

“My dad reminded me... we’re going on vacation next week. Just a family trip down to Florida, but...” You hesitated, biting your lip. “He suggested you come with us.”

There was a moment of silence on his end.

“I know it’s short notice, and maybe it’s dumb, and you’re probably really busy before tour but-”

“Wait, really?” He cut in. “He said that?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “He was the one who brought it up. Said it could be one last trip. Before, you know… everything changes.”

You waited, barely breathing.

Then came his voice again, soft and so full of emotion you could feel it through the phone.

“I’d love that.” Relief rushed through you so fast your shoulders sagged.

“I’ll book a ticket tonight,” he added. “If he’s okay with it... I’m there.”

“He’s more than okay with it. He called you family, Noah.”

There was a long moment of quiet, until Noah said,

“You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“You’re such a sap.” You laughed through your own teary smile, curling your knees up into your chest on the chair.

“For you?” he said. “Always.”

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Beg for it - Theodore Nott

Description: Before break, you had trouble with Theodore. On the train ride back to Hogwarts, he reminds you of the consequences of your actions.

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You had gone all summer break without taking to Theo.

All summer long.

It was out of pettiness, of course. A small little argument turned into a blowout fight right before getting off the train to return home for the holidays.

You stared at your parchment all day, every day. You even picked up your quill one day, watched the ink drop onto the paper, then dropped it, pride having got the better of you.

Pride got the best of Theodore too.

Who the fuck were you to do this, ruin his summer and not write a dot to him, he thought; stubbornness mets human form in Theodore Nott; he would not accept defeat in reaching out first.

So that was that. Nothingness for two full months.

As you made your way to the platform, you thought the silent treatment would reach its end. Scarcely looking around for your boyfriend, you realise you're so nervous, you don't know if you could get a word out if you tried.

Pushing your trolley you look up, in his mighty form, Theodore Nott, body leaning onto the brick, casually talking to Matteo and Pansy.

You felt your heart drop. What do you say now, hey stranger? Miss me? I'm sorry. No. Dumb, dumber, dumbest.

So you just stood there, hand on your trolley, heart beating out of your chest by the second.

Your daze broke when you heard Pansy call out to you.

"There she is!!" she called out, gesturing you to join them.

You tried to approach, really you did, except your legs failed you. You couldn't move for a few seconds, or was it a minute? You didn't know.

"What's wrong, come-er" Mattheo yelled towards you, eyebrows furrowed

You finally made your way to them, Theodore looking at the ground.

When you got there, he was quick to leave, stomping on his cigarette and boarding the train. So this is how it would go, still not talking, got it.

Matteo quicky greeted you, then followed your boy.

"What's up his ass?" Pansy questioned, pulling you into a hug.

"I couldn't tell you" you huffed

"What's up your ass?" she questioned

"Theodore" you rolled your eyes

"Did yous fight during the break" she asked linking her arm with yours, as you start to walk towards the train

You stop and turn to her "We haven't spoken since the last day of school" you admit

her eyes widen "did you break up?!"

"that would require a conversation" you laughed self pity laced in your expression

"you wouldn't have mentioned that in one of your letters?" she says

"I didn't want to think about it, I'm sorry" you reply

"what are you going to do?" she almost laughed

"I don't know, I was hoping you'd figure it out for me" you say faking a cry

she threw her head back in laughter "Oh no, no, this is a you problem"

You groaned back, searching for the carriage the boys secured.

As you reached the door, you looked at the seating arrangement. You could sit next to Draco, wedge yourself between Blaise and Enzo, or sit in the open seat next to Theo.

Next to Draco was the most rational decision you thought: taking a seat. Until Pansy had other plans. " Get up; I'm sitting there," she smiled, her head nudging towards Theos's direction.

You took a deep breath and moved beside him, your shy eyes looking up at him. When he didn't look back, breathe a word, touch you, or even acknowledge your existence, you took it upon yourself to rest your head on the window seal.

Pft you thought.

Nine and a half hours of this. You wished you had a time turner to change your present. To have just written him. Maybe you wouldn't be in this situation if you had.

Would it be this painfully quiet the whole trip? Would he even reply if you started a conversation? Ugh you wanted to scream out. But you didn't. Your mouth stayed shut, and your eyes stayed closed.

Eventually falling asleep to the soundtrack of your endless thoughts.

That is until Theodore nudges you awake. Opening your eyes, he gestures for you to leave with him. Here we go.

The two of you walk down the thin corridors of the Hogwarts Express in silence, looking for an empty carriage.

After looking and looking, with no luck, Theodore grew increasingly impatient.

He found an almost empty space, though three kids, much younger than you both, sat in cartridge, door closed. Theodore stopped before the door, opening it, as the children stared at him.

"Get out", he said cooly, pointing at them, then behind himself.

"Why, where will we go?" a boy replied

"I don't give a fuck join the people next door. We're prefects unless you want three weeks of detention. I suggest you do as I say," he continued; it was the most you had heard of his voice in so long; you didn't want him to stop talking, even if it was telling off these strangers.

They hesitantly got up and left, muttering something under their breath, beginning their quest for new seats.

Theodore grabbed your hand and sat you down, closing the door and curtain behind him.

Your heart rate picked up again as he sat directly before you.

You didn't know where to look and certainly didn't know what to say.

"You have some nerve." He stated, leaning back, relaxing his legs out, looking straight at you.

Could he hear it, the thud of your pounding heart, you wondered.

"I-" you began

"And then. You dare to not sit next to me" He laughs, a scary laugh, an angry laugh

You inhale, ready to rebut before he starts again. "Is that what you want, to sit with Draco? Huh? Or Blaise or Matteo, anyone but your fucking boyfriend."

"I didn't think you wanted me near you," you say, looking out the window. Avoiding his gaze. Yeah, he didn't like that, immediately moving next to you,

"What's so special out the window?" he growled, placing two fingers on your chin, tilting your head towards him "Look at me when we talk, not the bloody view" he continued

"okay", you managed to whisper back. I wasn't a second longer before one of his hands reached the back of your neck, the other finding its way through your hair. His lips exploring your mouth.

He was literally taking your breath away when he finally pulled away; you caught your breath back, his forehead connecting to yours

"why didn't you fucking write me?" he pants out

"I don't know," you say, closing your eyes

"look at me" he says, you do.

"I waited all fucking summer," he says, looking deep into your eyes; you knew what he was doing, searching for the answer you still hadn't given him.

"you didn't write me either," you said in a hushed tone

His hands meet his face, burying his frustration.

You place your hands on his back, he moves his hand from his face to your arm, sliding down until his arm is around your body.

"I shouldn't talk to you for the whole school year" he spat out

"You couldn't live like that" you quickly reply

"I have plenty of experience, two months worth, all thanks to you," he says inching closer to you

"I'm sorry, Teddy, alright" you plead

"you really don't get it, do you? How angry you made me all fucking break. What am I gonna do with that?" his voice husky and low, leaning over you

"do what you have to do," you say just above a whisper underneath him

"Here, now? I don't think so" he says before kissing you "teddy" you called out

"I'm right here," he says, kissing your neck

"please" you whisper

"No, no," he says, moving off you

"I'm gonna make you as frustrated as you made me all summer, baby" he smiles

You look at him blankly. He was knocking any bit of integrity out of you

"come on" you almost laugh

"I'm so serious", he says "You'll be begging all term long" he continues kissing your forehead, standing up

"where are you going?" you rush

"back to the group" he smiles. You furrow your brows

"what's wrong, baby?" he chuckles

"Teddy" you whine

"I told you... begging" he says, looking back, leaving the carriage

This was not how you expect things to go.

It was going to be a long term, and you hadn't even arrived yet.

The punishment of pushing Theodore Nott.

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viasdreams · 4 months ago

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Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ what if she wants to peg you?

you anxiously scratched at the scar on your hand while waiting for hyuck to arrive. your anxiety over this entire situation caused you to leave for your agreed meeting spot, the park, a whole thirty minutes early. a part of you wanted to be able to get comfortable with your surroundings for a bit before he showed, (you were anything but comfortable at the moment, but it was worth a shot) and another wanted to scope out a bench next to a trashcan just in case your nerves made you throw up.

in your head, you ran through all the possible ways this conversation could go. best case scenario, he takes everything really well and you guys remain good friends. worst case scenario, both of you end up doubled over your meticulously chosen trashcan, fighting to not puke on the other. you weren't sure how that would ever actually happen, but then again you were here to end things with your almost vampire boyfriend, so clearly the world likes to fuck with you.

you stared into the trees as you thought some more, the scratching becoming more fervent by the second when a cold hand grabbed your wrist.

hyuck.

he gave you a small smile, placing your hand on the bench away from the other as he sat.

you kept your gaze trained in front of you, you couldn't look at him if you tried.

his presence was overwhelming. you could handle him over text or in your head, but being with him was different. none of your scenarios account for the intense wave of emotions you were going to feel.

"sorry to just grab you like that, i know that was a weird way to say hello." hyuck let out a small laugh as he spoke but it quickly faded when he saw your stiff demeanor and a deafening silence fell over the two of you.

your mind raced, struggling to work through the fog caused by the boy to your left. you must have been stuck like this for quite a while because it wasn't until he cleared his throat that you realized he was waiting for you to speak first.

"hi," you mumbled, still refusing to look at him.

"hi," hyuck replied, concern bleeding through his tone.

you took a deep breath, deciding that you could no longer prolong the inevitable.

"i'm going to explain everything, no more lies or secrets, but i need you to not say anything until i'm done."

your words came out quickly, you weren't sure if hyuck even understood any of it. this idea was further supported by his lack of a response.

slowly, you turned to face him, "is that okay?"

hyuck blankly gazed back at you, an expression that caught you extremely off guard.

maybe he really didn't hear you.

"hyuck is that okay?" you repeated.

a slight smug look crossed his face, "oh, i can respond to that?"

you suppressed an eye-roll as you answered, "yes, you can respond to that."

"phew okay, yeah thats cool. tell me whatever you need to, i'll listen." he gave you a sad but reassuring smile as he spoke.

you returned the smile, "thank you."

the mood between you was much lighter after your exchange and you felt bad that you were about to ruin it. it might be the last time you were ever on somewhat good terms with him and you couldn't even soak it in properly.

but you promised to tell him everything.

and so you do.

you tell him how much fun you were having with him the past month and about how much you like him.

you tell him about realizing the reality of his immorality and how your own immortality is what caused you to freak out.

you tell him why you lied about being home and about your inability to face this issue.

you tell him about your conversation with renjun.

and you tell him that things can't continue with him.

true to his word, hyuck doesn't interrupt you once. he barely even reacts outside of moving your hand back down after you mindlessly start scratching it again.

you fall back into silence while you wait for him to say something. the post confession relief is actually rather nice, so you don't mind the quiet too much this time. you almost get lost in it when hyuck's voice pulls you back.

"did i ever tell you how i became a vampire?"

that was not at all what you were expecting him to say. in your head, he usually responded with something along the lines of "i totally understand yn, i forgive you", or "you're mortal scum, i hate you". this was something you didn't plan for.

"i uh-", you stuttered while you tried to recall, "i don't think so, no."

hyuck hummed softly, "it was back in early august. mark and i had been friends since we were teenagers, really good friends at that. one day i walked into his apartment and saw him sucking the throat of a squirrel in an almost animalistic craze. turns out he hadn't eaten in a few days and forgot i was coming over."

"wait," you interruppted, "how did you not know something was off about him if you were friends for years. he doesn't age, did you not find it weird that he looked twenty-five at fifteen?"

he shook his head and laughed, "well i always knew he was a little older than me, and he was the only canadian person i knew so i thought all people from canada were just fast developers. plus he has a young face, he could mostly pass for eighteen." he punctuated his sentence with a shrug before continuing.

"mark explained everything to me, but all i remember getting out of it was that he could turn me. i begged him to make me like him. i think i even got on my knees and kissed his feet at one point, i wanted it that bad. he tried to get me to at least sleep on the decision, but my heart was set. i needed to be a vampire."

"did you have any doubts?" you asked.

hyuck exaggeratedly exhaled, "of course not."

your eyebrows knitted together. how did he not struggle with the same decision you were killing yourself over? how was it so easy for him?

"do you regret it?" you finally ask.

"well i have a lot of regrets, yeah," he sighed, "for starters, i have to live on the same earth as jaemin until the sun explodes."

you laugh at his complaint and he smiles back at you.

"i also really miss getting drunk, like really, really miss it." he dramatically throws his head back for emphasis.

"did we ever try drinking my blood while i was drunk to see if it gets you drunk?"

"you tried to get me to do that but i just kissed you instead remember," hyuck said, shyly. if he could blush, you're sure his face would be red.

"right," you replied. although most of that night was hazy, the memory of his lips was perfectly clear.

a few moments passed before he spoke again, "i don't regret it though, becoming a vampire i mean. i wouldn't have met you if i was still human."

you could feel the heat in your cheeks intensify. why was he making this so complicated?

"yn?"

"yeah?"

"i'm going to say something but you can't say anything while i do, is that okay?"

avoiding the earlier issue with this question, you nod.

hyuck stared into your eyes, seemingly unsure if he should actually go forward with what he wanted to say.

"i don't know what I'm doing," he laments after a while.

"i'm new to all of this, vampirism and relationships. i know it's hard to believe but i've never been huge with the ladies."

despite your efforts to fight it, your lips curl up slightly at his statement.

"okay maybe it's not that hard to believe, but still. what i'm trying to say is don't stress so much about not knowing what to do because i'm right there with you. there's only one thing i'm sure about right now."

you look at him expectantly.

he moved his hand to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours before proceeding.

"i'm sure that i love you yn."

before you could fully react to his confession, hyuck lets go of your hand and is doubled over with the balls of his hands pressed into his eyes.

"are you ok?" you ask, bending down to be level with his face.

holding his hand out, he replies, "yeah im good, i just can't believe i said it like that, that was so cringe oh my god. it was way cooler in my head i swear."

you giggle at his embarrassment, lightly swatting at his hand.

"you're always cringe hyuck."

he sits back up, "maybe i am, but you like it."

"yeah, maybe i do." you say, a hint of sadness in your voice.

"i meant it though, i love you yn. and i know that probably doesn't change anything but i just wanted you to know."

tears suddenly prick at the corners of your eyes. it suddenly felt like you were making the wrong decision.

"whatever you choose, i'll support you okay? as long as you're happy, that's all i want."

his eyes betrayed his words, they were pleading with you, begging you not to leave.

"hyuck," you paused, trying not to choke on your words, "i love you too. i want to be with you so badly but i'm scared. what happens to us if i don't want to turn? what happens if i turn and then regret it, i don't want to do that to you."

"we'll figure it out. this isn't something we need to know now, we're still young, we have time." hyuck pulled you into his chest, rubbing small circles on your back.

"you're always going to be young though, that's the issue," you muttered into his jacket.

"yeah, physically speaking, i'll always be a hot young stud, but i'll grow emotionally. look at mark, he's ninety-four and he sure fucking acts like it sometimes. i'm sure i'll start behaving more mature like eventually too."

hyuck pulled you back by your shoulders to look at you.

"yn, i want to be with you. even if you someday realize you don't want to be with me, and its only a for a short time, i still want it. i want to figure this out with you, if that's what you want."

he gently wipes the few tears that fell off your cheeks.

"i want that too hyuck." you nod, leaning into his touch.

"yeah?" his eyes search your face for any doubts.

he doesn't find any.

"yeah."

he lets out the biggest sigh of relief you've ever heard.

"oh thank god, i was so scared you were going to say no and that things were going to be so weird and awkward. bless up, this is awesome!" he starts pumping his hands into the air in celebration.

"hyuck you're supposed to kiss me now," you say impatiently.

his celebration stop as quickly as it started, "oh shit, right, my bad."

he places one hand on the back of your neck and the other back on your cheek as he pulls you in.

as you fall into the kiss, your mortality worries seem far away and all you can feel is him.

and his lips are warmer than you remember.

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w2soneshots · 1 month ago

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hii! is it okay to request a tobi fic where everyone knows him and reader like each other cs they're constantly flirting, but they aren't tgt yet bc neither of them feel brave enough to actually confess? i hardly see any fics of my boy on here it's so sad 🥲 but ofc u dont have to write it if u dont want to!! thankyou 😋

Miss me? -Tobjizzle

words: 0.7k+

warnings: none!

summary: when you and Tobi finally realise you’re ment for each other you leave for Australia and have to be apart for a whole month, but the reunion makes it all worth it.

notes: sorry this took so long for me to write babe! it’s been at the top of my list for ages and i’ve only just gotten around to finishing it🙈. i hope you enjoy!!😚🫶🏼💝 (i think i may be out of my writers block slump… fingers crossed🤞🏼)

"Hi Tobes!" You greeted your best friend with a bright smile and a hug after just walking into the bar to meet him, the other sidemen and their spouses.

He returned your enthusiasm and you slipped straight into a conversation, the others at the table -unintentionally- being forgotten.

"So, what've you been up to?" He asked, leaning back into the booth as you sipped your drink. "Not much, though I'm going on month long solo backpacking trip to Australia in two weeks," you replied calmly.

His eyes widened slightly. "Oh wow... a month? You never mentioned that." He added, trying not to show the disappointment that he wouldn't see you for that long in his voice. "Mhm," you hummed in response, "I guess it just slipped my mind, I booked it all ages ago."

The two of you spent the remainder of the night talking. The boys would often complain about how when Tobi and you were both at the function no one else could get a word in edge ways, though you didn't bat an eyelid at their words.

After that night the amount you and Tobi texted, called and visited each other's apartments increased dramatically, though it wasn't something ether of you did on purpose. You saw him every other day and you were beginning to notice the growing tension between you two.

You'd never looked at him as a possible boyfriend candidate but suddenly you were seeing him in a completely different light, though you were too nervous to say anything.

A week before you left for Australia it finally happened... you were sat on your couch with Tobi next to you in your apartment, watching a random movie after you'd just shared a large dominos pizza.

You'd slowly been moving closer together throughout the last half an hour, you were now so close that you could feel his warmth through your hoodie. His gaze was on you, you could feel it and when you looked up at him and stared into his deep brown eyes you knew you were absolutely fucked.

The kiss felt so natural... so right, like you weren't kissing your best friend but someone you'd been with for years. When you eventually pulled away, now straddling his lap as his hands sat on your hips the both of you laughed, a slightly relieved and happy laugh that broke any tension that still lingered in the room.

For the next five days you barely left each other's arms. It was like everything now made sense. You'd finally found your person and he'd been right in front of your eyes for years.

When it eventually came time for you to leave he drove you to the airport and squeezed you so hard you thought your eyes might've popped out of your head. "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much," he mumbled into your hair.

Once you pulled back you kissed him, a long sweet kiss, a goodbye. "We'll text every day and call at three in the morning," you reminded him lightheartedly. You knew the completely different time zones were going to be frustrating but it was a month, only a month.

Even though you'd officially been together for under a week it felt like forever and leaving during the start of a relationship, which was always so exciting, was hard.

The first week of your trip was okay, texting him seemed to be filling the Tobi shaped hole in your life and you were keeping yourself super busy but you missed him, bad.

You had one of the best trips of your life, saw so many things, had the greatest experiences, ate some amazing food, met new people and loved every moment though by the time it was time to go home you were ecstatic.

When you got off the plane and spotted your boyfriend standing across the airport with a big bouquet of red roses in his hands you ran, actually ran, towards him. He scooped you up in his arms and you both let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Miss me?" You asked teasingly, your arms looped around his neck as you looked up at him. He chuckled. "More than you'll ever know."

That night was spent in his apartment, limbs intertwined as you just enjoyed being in each other company, the Australia stories could wait till tomorrow, for now you just wanted to simply be.

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selfloverrrrrr · 1 year ago

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can i request some noncon satosugu x reader where they used to bully her in highschool and a couple years later they bump into her outside of a bar and carry her into a dark alleyway to show her how much they missed making her scream and cry

Remember us?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, threesom, blood, killing someone....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Little back story

Y/n's POV

I'm a old student of jujutsu high. I graduated from that school ten years ago. Now I'm leaving my life as I want. I didn't even have connection with my old friends. In high school there were two famous boys Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. They are the strongest sorcerers. They were my bullies. I always feared curses. Geto knew curse manipulation. He always scared me with curses. And while I cried for help Gojo always tied my hands and pushed me towards the curse. I cried and begged them to stop the bullying. But they always just watched me helpless and laughed. Which boosted their strong ego. That's another reason I didn't accept the offer to continue jujutsu high work. That's old stories now.

End of back story

Still y/n's POV...

After a whole two months I finally got a day off. So I decided to go to the bar and spend the time there. I need to relax too. I took a mini party wear dress from my wardrobe and wore it. "Yeah... look fine for a dumb day" I said standing in front of the mirror and laughed.

I went to the bar, spending time, drinking, vibing to the song... everything was going okay. "Hello" someone said. I looked in the direction. There was a guy. "Hello...?" I replied. "Are you alone here?" He asked. "Can you see any other humans here?" I said knowing where this is going.

"oh...a rude one" he said. "I'm alone too....saw you when you entered... I think you're pretty" he said. "Thank you for the compliment and no" I replied. "No? What no?" He asked. "That was the reply of the intention you came here...my time is over... I'm going home now" I said and went up from there and started walking towards the exit. I heard the guy sighing.

I was looking at my phone searching for a cab. Suddenly bumped into someone. "Oh I'm sorry... I didn't-" I was saying then I saw the guy's face. Am I seeing right? Is it Geto. "Y/n?" Gojo said beside him. He's here too? Fuck why am I fearing them? We're grown up now... we're not high schoolers anymore!

Then there's nothing to fear about right? "Oh..hey" I said. "Seeing you after a long time" Geto said. "Yeah... after ten years...you were at the bar?" Gojo asked. "Yes... today was my day off... that's why" I replied. "I see... you joined any company?" Geto asked.

I've never talked with them like this before. This is feeling weird. "Yeah I did... how are you doing?" I asked. They were asking too many questions it would be weird if I didn't ask anything. "We are doing good" Geto said. "Wanna know a news?... Suguru and I, are married now" Gojo said leaning towards me.

"that's great... congratulations to you two" I said. "Well, thank you" Geto said. I felt Gojo eyes scanned my whole body. "Are you going home?" Gojo asked. "Yeah... looking for the cab" I replied. "Come with us... we're going home too... we'll drop you" Gojo said.

"no it's fine... I'll wait for the cab" I said. "Darling?...are you still scared of us?" Geto asked. A smirk played on both of their lips. "N-No... I-It's not like that" I replied. "Then come with us.... we're not a kid anymore" Gojo said. Then I agreed. Maybe that was the biggest mistake!

We're in Gojo's car. His driver was driving the car. We three were sitting in the back seat. Suddenly Gojo told his driver to stop the car. When I looked outside it was a dark road. Gojo went out of the car. "What happened sir? Is there anything wrong?" The driver asked. "Come out " Gojo said.

As the driver went out of the car Gojo immediately used a reversal red on him. I screamed as he did. "You were talking too much" Gojo said looking at the dead body. I didn't realise when I went on Geto's lap. "Satoru...she still fears us" Geto chuckled. Then I realised and went down from his lap.

Gojo was coming inside the car again. "Yeah I can see" Gojo said. "Suguru...feed your dragon the dead body" Gojo said . No no no...not curses! Geto let out his dragon and that went to eat the dead body. Gojo closed the car door.

I was so scared tears started forming in my eyes. "Please let me go" I begged. "Let you go?... But there's a curse outside... and you're afraid of curses, right?" Gojo said with a smirk. That was right! I am afraid of curses! "I wanna go home" I started crying.

Gojo and Geto chuckled. Gojo's hand was going upwards on my thigh. "Please let me go" I cried and begged. "Darling, you are afraid of spiders too... right?" Geto whispered in my ear. I looked at him with scared eyes.

"look at the front seat" Geto said with a smirk. I looked at the front seat. No no no! There's a huge spider! That's not a normal spider... that's a curse... I can feel the cursed energy. That was almost the size of a human. "No!!!! No!!!! Let me go! Let me go please!!!!" I screamed and struggled in the back seat.

Gojo laughed. "There... those screams again" he said. "darling... don't worry it won't do anything unless I say so....so obey us and you'll be safe" Geto said. I silently cried. Suddenly the spider started moving. "NO NO NO!!!! I'll obey you... please " I cried. The spider stopped again.

"good girl" Gojo said with a smirk. "Now take off your clothes" Gojo said. "W-what?" I said. "Do I have to repeat?" Gojo said then looked at the spider curse. "No no... I'll" I said. I took off the dress. Geto pulled me on his lap. "You become so sexy... Darling" Geto whispered in my ear.

"I was thinking that from the moment we met" Gojo said. I saw Gojo raising his hips up. Then I realised he was taking off his pants. He took out his dick and started stroking it. How much shameless can he be? But I had to admit... that dick was big... I've never seen a dick that big before.

"Satoru, you have no patience" Geto said. Gojo laughed. "What are you doing? Take off the rest... take off your bra and pantie" Gojo said. I sobbed and did as he said. Had no other options. Gojo grabbed my knees and spread them apart. Geto rubbed his hand on my clit.

"she's wet... maybe watching your dick made her wet, Satoru" Geto said. Gojo smirked. "Then why should we wait?" Gojo said and pulled me on his lap from Geto's lap. He pressed me on his lap and my clit was rubbing against his dick. A slight moan escaped my mouth.

When I looked at Geto again. He already had taken off his pants. Fuck! His dick was big too. slightly smaller than Gojo's but thicker. "How should we start? Single or double?" Geto asked. "Of course double!" Gojo said. "Do you think she can take both together?" Geto asked. "Hell yeah she can... you can right y/n?" Gojo said.

My eyes widened when I realised what they were talking about. "No no no...I can't please" I said. "Shut up... you can!" Gojo said.Gojo's smirk widened and he crashed his mouth on my boob sucking hurshly. I moaned loudly.

They both lined up with me. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " Gojo no no no... P-please no...Geto please s-stop" I begged but they didn't even listen to me and slammed their whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. They didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. It was too much...they both were big and thick....it was giving too much pain.

I was through my legs with pain and begging them to stop. And they liked it so much. Their thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around them tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh.... f-fuck...it's so tight " Geto moaned. "I know" Gojo said between moans and started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bit his shoulder and scratched his back to control myself.

With a few more thrust I came. They were still thrusting roughly. I felt their cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength. "Do you even know how much we missed you...how much we missed your screams...your begging... fuck " Gojo whispered. They both moaned loudly. Within a minute they came inside me I could feel their seed inside me. Then God knows how many rounds they did... switching positions.

"What do you say,Suguru?... Should we make her the one to give birth to our child?" Gojo asked looking at my unconscious body. "No one would be better you know" Geto replied which made Gojo chuckle.

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littlemelaninfics · 10 months ago

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Hey girl❤️🥰As a POC I absolutely love your work. You truly do make all of us feel so seen. I have a kinda odd(?) request for a Buck x Reader imagine. Obviously you don’t have to write it if you aren’t comfortable with it but I feel like you’d be able to do it justice

Could you write something about the reader having a bad period and Buck being there to comfort her/take care of her and then some period sex after…yk? I feel like that could be good and I really wanna read something like that.

A Crimson Connection ❤️ || Evan Buckley Smut

WARNINGS: Period Sex, 2.55K words (I got carried away and that's a warning in itself🥰)

A/n: I love you so much! That really means a lot to me and is the whole reason I create for Black (POC) readers 🤎 Thank you for your request and I'm so sorry it took me two months to complete! Period sex is a different kind of horny. You’re SO sensitive and a little sore. A little embarrassed <3 and blood feels so different from your usual pussy lube. Thinner, less viscous, and there’s so much of it. Uh, or so I've heard 👀

After being woken up by a piercing pain in your stomach, you rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Even though you didn’t have to go, hunching over in a solid seating position helped the cramps pass a little easier. You could feel the pressure rising and started to get really nauseous, really fast. Before you knew it, you were prying the lid open and down on your knees.

You closed and flushed the toilet, still breathing heavily. You slouched over, gripping your abdomen and squeezing your eyes shut in pain as another deep pang hit you. It was then that you heard the bathroom door slide open and you didn’t need to open your eyes to know it was Buck. You were still moaning and groaning in pain while he slid down next to you, taking you in his arms. You mold into him, but you weren’t prepared for the cold sensation on your forehead and jumped slightly,

“Whoa, sorry. It’s just a rag, baby.”

“Hmmm."

Buck felt bad that your period was this painful every now and then. You suffered from random ovarian cysts that affected your cycle and made you violently ill for at least 24 hours. You two were in the ER two weeks before when your suspicions of the sharp pain were correct. The ultrasound showed a decent size cyst on your left ovary and you were just happy it wasn't both like last time.

He continued to wipe your face with the cloth, pulling you in more and kissing your clammy forehead,

"Is there anything I can do, baby?" He spoke with his lips still touching your temple. The vibrations his voice went through you, sending a calming sensation over your body and mind,

"Mmm mmm," you replied.

"Can you stand?" You just nodded and he began to get up from the floor, you gripping onto his forearm to not lose balance. He walked over to the tub and turned on the shower,

"I need to brush," you said softly while pointing to the counter.

"Shower first. The hot water will feel good, I promise."

You debated extending your argument, but you instead found yourself gripping on to Buck's shoulder riding out another cramp. It faintly passed and you accepted your boyfriend was right. You breathed heavily and nodded your head. Buck helped you pull your night shirt over your head before kneeling to help you step out of your panties. He placed a kiss on your hip, then swiftly stood to his full height,

"I'll be right in the room. Just yell if you need me, okay?" He said as he helped you over the tub.

"Thank you." He smiled gently and kissed your head once more before exiting the bathroom. You slugged your feet to move under the shower head; heavily debating on sitting down but quickly remembering you wanted to clean the tub earlier that day and never got the chance. The hot water sent chills down your spine as it ran though the rows of individuals and onto your scalp.

You grabbed your wash cloth drenching it in the hot water and placing it on your abdomen while you took a few deep breaths. The pain subsided minimally, but you took advantage and quickly finished your shower. Exiting the shower, you grabbed your towel and immediately went to the sink to brush. Instead of opting for your already simple night routine, you made it even simpler by just applying moisturizer, hair oil, deodorant, and chapstick.

You rewrapped your towel before bending down to pick up the clothes you were wearing earlier to put them in the hamper when you felt something run down your inner thigh. Thinking it was water, you wiped it away when you realized it wasn't water. You quickly cleaned yourself up before looking under the cabinet just to find that you never moved the new box of Tampax to the bathroom. Tears immediately started to well as you prepared to leave the bathroom. Buck could hear the sniffles and knocked on the door gently enough not to scare you,

"Baby?"

You didn't answer, but tried to move faster,

"Y/n?" He called through the door while pushing it open. He found you with your clothes bunched in your arms and tears in your eyes,

"Baby! What happened?" he asked as if you were a little kid. And well, you responded like one with your face bunching slightly and the tears falling freely. You couldn't help it. He might as well have asked, "are you okay?".

Buck waited with his eyebrows up, but not actual worry yet. He waited for you to catch you breath, soothing you through your spell,

"I started my period and my tampons are out here, but my cramps are too bad to leave a tampon in right now and I don't have any pads and I didn't want to wear underwear, to be honest. But now I have to pick one because it's usually light the first night so I would've worn my granny panties and no tampon and it would've been fine. But I don't wanna wear underwear," you sobbed out; the words basically strung togther.

"Hey. Hey. Hey. Baby. Baby. It's okay," Buck said bringing you into his chest trying really hard not to laugh. He would never laugh at your pain and/or the fact that you were upset. It was simply the reason you were upset. He held you in the threshold of the bathroom while you calmed down.

"C'mere, Baby." You followed as he grabbed your hand and led you around to the foot of the bed. He reached behind you and grabbed the shirt he picked out for after your shower. Buck unwrapped your towel, letting it fall on the hardwood beneath you. He inhaled deeply while shamelessly taking a flashing glance at your naked frame in front of him before sliding the shirt over your head. This drew an instant blush to your cheeks as you knew what was going through his mind. No. His reflexes. He went against his own instinct to push you back onto the bed and fuck you into oblivion.

He picked up the panties and chucked them across the room, earning a laugh from you,

"There she is," he said smiling widely, "think you can stomach some Tylenol?"

"Please," you said almost begging for a less painful nights sleep.

He walked to your side and grabbed the medicine and water he set out for you.

"You really thought of everything. Thank you."

"You're welcome. And almost everything," he said turning to leave the room. You were confused as you took the pain reliever, but relished in the way the water felt going down your stinging throat. You heard the thudding foot steps coming back and Buck coming back in, when he unrolled a maroon colored towel down on your side of the bed.

"Everything!" He said sticking his arms out and displaying his goofy grin. You were beyond grateful, but instinctively declined because you didn't want to risk anything,

"Y/n. This way everyone is comfortable and if anything happens, who cares?"

You take him on his word and climb into bed. He reaches for your scarf and helped you neatly wrap your hair. Buck leaned down to kiss you, softly running his tongue over your lips. You reach up and grab his neck when he groans begrudgingly and pulls apart. You smile, feeling warm that he still wants you even at one of your lower times. You snuggle in, getting comfortable with the new texture on your butt, while Buck strips down to his briefs and climbs in next to you.

You want to lay on your back, but the medicine hasn't kicked in yet and another cramp was coming. You turned over on you left side and curled into a ball. Buck immediately turned his body your way and brought you close. The cramp faded and you slowly uncurled,

"This sucks."

"I'm so sorry," Buck replied while kissing the good spot behind your ear.

"Mmmm."

"That sounds a little different than before. Does this-" *kiss* "-feel good?" *kiss*

"Mmm hmm."

"Mmmmm," he moaned lowly as he kept kissing that spot. He kissed a spot that was only 3cm over, but it tickled like no other, so of course Buck took advantage and kept kissing that same spot, then all over your face.

You were laughing hysterically when you couldn't breathe,

"Okay. Okay. OKAY! Ha Ha! Stop! Stop! Stop! Don't make me laugh! I'm not wearing underwear! Ha Ha!"

Buck let out a hearty laugh before diving in one last time, just to reach over you and flick the lamp off. While his torso was extended over your body, you could feel his semi-hard cock press into you. He plopped back down next to you, taking you back into the position he had you before. Your eyes were open, but you were surrounded by darkness.

“Mmm. I love you, baby.” He said lowly in your ear,

“I love you too,” you replied. Buck kissed your right shoulder, tightening his arm around you to bring your body closer to his. He rested his head down and got comfortable with you in his arms. As his muscles we tensing and relaxing with each movement, he let out a string of low hums and throat clears.

It’s nothing new. In fact it didn’t take you long to realize he’s just making boy noises. But this time, you’re feeling the vibration of his chest against your back and his mouth is basically connected to your ear. You start to wiggle slightly and let out little moans of your own, but they didn’t mean the same thing as his.

Or maybe they did.

He removes his arm from around your torso and starts to gently rub the side of your thigh, trying to get you settled. He planted one more kiss on your shoulder and you’re pretty sure he felt your body react. You take his hand and slickly snake it up to your chest. He pulls you once more, this time with more intent as he squeezes your tit.

He picked up right where he left off and started placing kisses to your spot again. His groans laced with lust and desire as he attacked your skin, nipping down to the side of your neck. You hips are grinding into each other. Your eyes go wide, realizing there is a point of no return and you're approaching it rapidly.

You halt your movements and push your hand back to stop Buck. Your chests are rising and falling, your bodies getting flustered so quickly.

"Buck. We've never...."

"And we don't have to if you don't want to."

"You want to?" You asked, craning your neck back to look at him in the dark.

"I crave you in any form you're in. So yeah, I want to. I want you." He whispered the last part like a sly fox.

"But-” you cut yourself off trying to think of an excuse as to why this is not a good idea,

“Let me help you feel good, baby,” He said, nudging your head back to the side to kiss your spot again. Your eyes close gently and your arm reaches back to hold his the nape of his neck. Buck begins to slowly grind his hips back into your t-shirt covered bum, nipping at your skin while still peppering kisses. His fingers hook your jaw and he brings your lips to meet his. It takes no time for the fight for dominance to take place, but you retreat. Letting Buck take the reins tonight.

Your kisses deepened, passion overcoming any lingering uncertainty. As your tongues explored one another’s mouths, giggles and warmth filled the air. It felt liberating, shedding the last remnants of hesitation and embracing the whole of each other, unfiltered and raw.

His hand travels down your silhouette, softly tracing his fingers along your thighs once more. He brought his body even closer into you, making you moan into the kiss. You reach back, palming his cock through his briefs and getting a similar reaction from him. Buck hand starts to inch in towards your pussy, causing you to break away,

"I'm okay tonight. I just need you."

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Mmmhmm," you say, pulling him back in. The truth is you were hesitant enough about having sex on your period and the thought of staining his fingers red was too much to handle right now. Buck moves his lips to nibble on your shoulder through your shirt as he frees his cock, wrapping his left arm underneath your body and puling you back to him like a little doll.

He rubs his cock against your slick hole before gently prodding. You lean your head back on his shoulder while he takes his left hand and lightly wraps it around your throat,

"Are you ready, baby?" He asks directly in your ear.

"Yes, please. I need you," you beg, reaching your hand back to pull him in this time. He chuckles lightly at your impatience and reminds you of your safe word. Buck finally pushed his hips forward, both of you moaning at the stretch. His movements were cautiously slow, paying attention to every single reaction. The pain was a lot at first, but focusing on the pain slowly turning to pleasure distracted you from the blinding cramps.

Your bodies moved together with a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Every touch, every whisper, felt electric. You was surprised to find how the experience intensified your sensations. Rather than feeling restricted by your period, you were allowed to feel empowered. You and Buck created a world for yourselves that night. One where you could fully embrace your desires without boundaries.

Buck transcended your whole being into an unknown world. You both thought you had little left to explore together, yet here you are with the love of your life on the adventure of a lifetime. The moans and deep grunts filled the room as you both chased down that high. When he knew he could, Buck applied more weight to your hip as he pushed himself up and deeper into your body. Practically now fully on top of you.

His thrusts became more frantic, yet never missed the mark. He lowered his torso over yours, cradling your angelic face and your orgasms crashed into both of you. His movements never stopped has beads of his sweat started to drip down on your from the tip of his nose.

Buck's hips finally slowed as he leaned down for a lingering kiss, the kind that lingered longer than any other, filled with warmth and connection that transcended the physical. In that moment, you felt closer than ever—a bond deepened by you willingness to break societal taboos and embrace your bodies as they were.

You welcomed his weight on top of you as your breathing started to slow. Rain began to patter against the window, and you two drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. The night held no judgments, only the promise of a love that was true and unashamed, building a foundation on trust, intimacy, and the freedom to explore the beautifully messy reality of life together.

#evan buckley #evan buckley smut #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x black!reader #buck 911 #911 smut #black reader

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npookie0 · 2 months ago

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Killer Pride

Happy Pride Month everyone!

For this occasion I decided to write a quick spend-pride-with-your-serial-killer drabble <3 Each love interest comes with their own sexuality/gender identity representation so here is the list (only Misaki and Ronin's gender identities are truly canon!) - Ronin -> transgender, bi rep <3 - Misaki -> nonbinary, pan rep! - V -> Asexual rep! - Angel -> Demisexual rep (i hc her as a lesbian or at least bi with fem pref but i wanted this reader to be g.n. so demi was the best choice because to me she's a demisexual lesbian)

Happy Pride and enjoy <3

Ronin

You two were getting ready to go out and take part in a Pride parade that was hosted in Elysium. You were very excited about this occasion, it was supposed to be the first pride you'd be taking part in with Ronin and not for work!

You put on the accessories you found and made with your flag's colours and looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt like your very own Pride star, with the accessories and make up and it felt great, you felt proud of yourself.

"You ready yet, darlin'?" You turned around when you heard Ronin's voice behind you and you gasped, then a giggle left your mouth. "Oh god! Are you trying to become a whole pride flag on your own?" You just looked at him in disbelief.

Ronin, still in his edgy-serial-killer-lord-of-the-night clothes had more colour than you've even seen him wear. Staring from the giant trans and bi flags being attached to his belt, going to all the hand made bracelets he was wearing on his wrists, most of these were probably going to end up as a hand out for all the kids who aren't able to be as open with their queerness as he is. Even his beanie managed to get a rainbow chain hanging from one of the horns. You would never admit it out loud but somehow he looked adorable like this and a tiny bit funny.

"What's so funny?" He raised an eyebrow with a cheeky smirk. "Y'know I'd go all out baby, don't act like you didn't." He ruffled your hair.

Angel

You expected your Pride month with Maria de la Rosa to be rather discrete and hidden, she had some LGBTQ+ friendly companies working with her in previous years, but now you're dating and you were expecting her to be cautious of showing of her queerness in front of her fans, worried of their opinions and comments.

But you couldn't be more positively wrong!

Your girlfriend decided to take you on a walk around the city so she could film a video for her channel about Elysium's ways of celebrating Pride and the traditions that she noticed over the years. The biggest shock for you was the fact that she was holding your hand, talking to you how she always did and even decided to keep the shot of you two kissing on camera.

"So, Maria, could you tell us more about the colours you're wearing today?" You asked, sitting next to her on a bench, Angel asked you to do a little interview with her about her queerness.

"I'm wearing the colours of the demisexual flag!" She answered with her signature sweet giggle.

You asked a few more questions and she even gave you an in-depth introduction to demisexuality. You looked the shine in her eyes, the excitement at the idea of educating her fans, especially the youngest of them, about the community she belongs to.

"I'm so proud of you!" You kissed Angel on the cheek and put the strawberry milkshake in front of her.

"Thank you sweetheart, without you it'd be duller and just way worse." She took your hand in hers. "Happy Pride, I love you."

Misaki :

"Misaki my wrist hurts." You groaned.

Your partner was using your arm as a mannequin for their bracelet, which meant that you had to hold out your arm so Misaki could make the jewellery on you.

"Aw, but think about all the gay kids who will wear these later, our wrist can be sacrificed for this!" They said half jokingly and you just scoffed, a beaming smile on your smile.

"Fine, fine, the baby gays are a fair cause here." You replied and looked over at your forearm that was covered by many colorful bracelets, most of them were rainbow and some other were in specific flag colours. Your wrists weren't the only ones full of queer jewellery, Misaki had some bracelets on their own, mostly ones in nonbinary and pansexual flags colours. You could see the passion in Misaki's eyes, how excited she was about making small trinkets for all the people of the community who maybe couldn't be as open as you two wish they could be.

"Do you think we have enough?" You asked when Misaki started to take some of the bracelets off of you. This was the fifth round of making them and Misaki slowly started to lose the beads with how many she used already.

They looked over at the pile and titled their head, thinking about your question. "It's enough," they paused, "for today at least! We have the whole month to go, babe! We'll make even more."

"I'll get you a real mannequin for this, because my wrists are dying."

"Sorry, sorry! i went a little overboard here." They chuckled.

"Pfft, you're lucky I love you, you silly cat." You kissed their cheek and stood up. "Come on now, we should go now if we want to catch a glimpse of any parades."

V :

"Do you really think you're fine with it?" You asked V who sat in the chair in front of you, you were holding an eyeshadow palette and brush in front of his face.

You and your boyfriend were supposed to go to a queer youth charity event, one that V was very eager to sponsor even before Pride month. Since this event was specifically hosted for Pride every guest was asked to represent their own sexuality or gender identity if they felt comfortable with it.

You suggested that you could give V a asexual themed make up and he agreed, yet you were worried that maybe he felt pressured to do so to make you happy.

V opened his eyes and nodded. "Yes, I told you that I'm happy with this, didn't I?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well yes, but..."

"My love, I'm an adult, I know what I agreed to and I still want to do it." He reassured you with that gentle and slightly sweet smile of his.

"Alright, sorry I guess I'm just worried since I never was on a big event like that before." You smiled mischievously. "I hope you won't mind a bit of glitter then mr. Valentin, 'cause I'll make you shine." With the playful threat you started to apply make up on his eyes, starting with white as the base and going through gray to black and then on the other edge you added purple. You weren't kidding when you told him about adding glitter, you really did add a tiny bit of silver glitter over the eye shadow for a better effect.

"What do you think?" You asked, giving him the mirror.

"You did a great job, thank you." He stood up and kissed you sweetly. "Do you think that I should also have a flag with me? They're small, but I bought one for me and another for you." He said and pointed towards the flags that were displayed on the bed, you couldn't believe that you didn't see them before.

"Yeah, I don't see why not, we could have them tied to our bags or belts, that's how many people were them too."

Yay! Happy Pride everyone! I was supposed to post this yesterday but well!!!!

Stay safe, hydrated and be proud of who you are <3

I hope to write more pride related fic for each one of them later this month cause these are just quick drabbles for funnsiesss

Also if someone has the pride month calendar pls send it my way I saw 3 different ones on tik tok and I'm not sure which one to trust ;w;

Nate <3

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spnhunter4life · 7 months ago

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Good Morning

Summary: Ridoc is dying to share the latest gossip he's just discovered about a certain squadmate or two.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry in advance for the somewhat lengthy note here. Don't feel obligated to read the whole thing. So, I'm back and writing again! Not only is this my first fic back after nearly 6 months, but it's my first Fourth Wing fic! It is also my first time writing for anything other than Supernatural. After finishing these books I did the only logical thing and started searching out fanfiction to cope with the very real Fourth Wing hangover I was dealing with, and I was a little disappointed that there aren't more Liam fics out there since he is by far my favorite character. So I guess this is me, getting a start on putting more Liam fics out into the world. You're welcome? Maybe? Hopefully? Anyway, this fic is mostly just a lot of banter between the squad. Writing this kind of friend dynamic doesn't come super easily to me, but I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy it too! (Also, big thank you to anyone who actually read this whole thing!)

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“Good morning!” Ridoc chirped with the biggest, most knowing grin on his face I’d ever seen. I glared daggers at him as I took my seat at the table next to Violet, Liam setting his plate down and sitting next to me.

His cheerful greeting was widely ignored, acknowledged only by Sawyer who managed little more than a grunt in reply.

Undeterred by this lackluster response, Ridoc continued cheerfully, “It is a great morning, isn’t it? What do you think, Rhi?”

I continued my glaring, but Liam merely rolled his eyes.

“I think it would be better if you weren’t being so loud,” Rhiannon, who had the misfortune of sitting next to him, grumbled.

“See? Rhiannon agrees,” Ridoc continued, either not listening to her answer or just ignoring it in favor of his obvious goal. “What about you, Violet? Having a good morning?”

Violet looked at Ridoc a little warily, catching on to his tone. “I suppose so,” she agreed.

Sawyer, who was also catching on, began to look suspiciously around the room before focusing back on our table. “What’s going on, Ridoc?” He asked.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing,” Ridoc replied in a tone that was far from casual. “But since you ask, you know who I hear is having a particularly good morning?” That knowing smile was back, but toned down into more of a smirk than an all out grin.

“Ridoc,” I warned since my glaring evidently hadn’t made my point.

“I heard Sam saying he saw Jesse coming out of Avery’s room this morning.”

I felt the tension leave my shoulders and everyone else rolled their eyes.

“That’s old news,” Sawyer said.

“Doesn’t mean it’s not a great morning for them,” Ridoc countered.

Conversation seemingly over, I turned to Violet.

“Hey, are you still available to help me study for that history test tonight?” I asked her.

“Yeah, of course,” she immediately agreed. “I’ve got some useful tips to help you memorize-”

“You know who else is having a great morning?” Ridoc cut in. My glare returned full force and I kicked him under the table. He yelped and Sawyer looked curiously between us.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” He asked.

“Ridoc caught me kissing Y/N this morning and apparently has nothing better to do than gossip about it,” Liam said, cutting off the ensuing battle of wills and drama before it could really start. Everyone gaped at him. I saw slightly squinted eyes and tilted heads as if they were replaying his words, sure they’d heard him wrong.

“Wait. Seriously?” Rhiannon was the one to break the silence, a grin slowly forming on her face.

I shot Liam a half hearted betrayed look and sighed. “Yes, really!” Ridoc said excitedly before I could say the exact same thing, albeit in a much less enthusiastic tone. It’s not that I didn’t want them to know, it’s that I didn’t want them to know yet. The truth was, we’d been together for just over a week now, and while I was loving it, I wasn’t ready to make the best thing I had going public knowledge to be gossiped about.

“You know how Liam’s been giving Y/N sparring lessons before breakfast?” He asked. While I hadn’t been performing poorly on the mat by any stretch of the imagination, I still had lots of room for improvement and had asked Liam to help me. Those lessons, those quiet times we had together with no one else around were what finally pushed us together. Turns out we’d both been pining for quite some time.

“Yeah,” Sawyer said, a not so subtle push for more information.

“Well I was up early this morning and decided I’d go see if they could use my help.” This earned a snort from Rhi. “Anyway,” he continued, brushing off the wordless comment about the state of his own fighting skills, “I walked into the room and, what do you know? Turns out ‘training’ was just code for making out.”

“It was not!” I objected, a little too loudly. Several heads turned our direction and I felt my face heat. “He’s really been helping me,” I continued in a quieter voice. Liam, who was usually my go to for help in an argument of any kind, was apparently too busy being pleased with himself to back me up. I could see him fighting the smug smile threatening to take over his face. I fought the urge to roll my eyes again.

“So was this a heat of the moment, one time thing, or what happened? You know we need details!” Violet prompted.

“Heat of the moment?” I asked, eyeing Liam as I remembered his arms around me as he encouraged me to break his hold. His eyes heated as he remembered too. “Yes. One time thing? No.”

“So how long has this been going on for?” Rhi demanded.

“Barely more than a week,” Liam answered. “And we were going to tell you. We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a little bit.”

“You know what? I don’t even care that you didn’t tell us,” Violet assured us. “I’m just so happy to see you two finally admitting you’re into each other.”

“Yeah,” Rhi agreed. “To be honest, all the obvious staring and longing looks were getting a little old. I was about ready to step in and do something about it.”

“Like what?” I asked warily. She wasn’t one to hold back or do things the easy, gentle way, so if she truly had been planning something, then I’m glad we beat her to the punch.

“I don’t know. Kiss Liam to make you jealous. Find someone dumb enough to kiss you to make Liam jealous. Ridoc, maybe.”

“Hey!” Ridoc protested at being called dumb, but it was a token protest at best. We all knew he would’ve done it with very little prompting.

“Get a ridiculous, teenage version of truth or dare going and either have you kiss each other or force you to admit your feelings,” she continued. “Or maybe just beat you both around the head and tell you how oblivious you were both being.”

“My money’s on the last option,” Sawyer muttered, loudly enough that we all heard him. I was inclined to agree. The other options she’d listed were not really her style. She preferred a more direct approach.

“Well, luckily for us, there will be no beating necessary,” Liam said.

Ridoc grinned. “Au contraire, my friend. It sounds like some beating was very necessary. Unless you’re going to change your mind and tell me that training was just an excuse to make out after all.”

I huffed in exasperation and Liam shook his head, a fond smile on his face.

“If all we were doing was making out, why would we even come up with an excuse? Why would we not just spend the night together? It would be a lot simpler,” I pointed out.

“It would be simpler, wouldn’t it?” That ridiculous grin was still firmly plastered on his face. A quick look around the table confirmed that the rest of our friends were wearing similar smiles.

“Something to keep in mind,” Liam chuckled. “But in the meantime, I think you’ll all be quite impressed with Y/N’s improvements at our next squad training session tomorrow night.”

“Oh yeah?” Violet asked with a sly grin. “Been putting her through her paces, have you?”

Ridoc choked on his water and started violently coughing to expel it from his lungs. Rhiannon thumped him on the back as she snickered.

Liam’s eyes sparked in surprise and then the corner of his mouth quirked up in a rarely seen – and unfairly attractive – mischievous grin. “Why, Violet? You thinking about joining us?” I could practically see the snarky retort forming in her mind, but just before she could voice it, Liam continued. “I’m a little preoccupied with Y/N, of course, but I could always ask Xaden to help you out.”

Violet turned red at the mention of the wingleader.

“Yes, Violet,” I grinned. “You do love seeing him without a shirt on.” I couldn’t help but reference the way she had openly stared at him yesterday while he and Garrick sparred.

“Oh please,” Rhi scoffed. “As if we’ve never seen you ogling Mairi when his shirt’s off.”

Liam turned a surprised look on me, eyebrow raised in question. I shrugged. There was no point hiding it from him anymore. “Guilty as charged.”

Liam’s smile turned back to smug and I rolled my eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s not exactly news to you that you’re attractive.”

“And that means I’m not supposed to like knowing that you’ve been looking?” He challenged. Then he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Or are you telling me it doesn’t do something to you when you catch me looking at you that way?”

My face felt like it was on fire with how quickly the blood rushed to it. I whipped my head around to stare at him incredulously, surprised he would make such a comment right in front of our friends. They hadn’t heard him of course, but their knowing smirks said enough about their ability to guess at what had been said.

“I thought we were teasing Violet now,” I managed to choke out. Liam’s thumb rubbed soothingly over my knee in silent apology, but the gleam in his eye told me he wasn’t sorry for making the comment, only that there were other people around.

“Her infatuation with Riorson is old news. This is much more interesting,” Ridoc answered.

“Interesting or not, if we’re going to make it to Battle Brief on time, we’d better get going,” Sawyer informed us. I glanced around the room and realized he was right. The morning’s usual mass exit was starting as everyone hurried to make it to class. We all stood up and followed them.

“Seriously, though,” Sawyer said, dropping back to walk beside us for a moment. “I’m happy for you two.” There were echoes of agreement from the other three walking directly ahead of us.

“Thanks,” Liam and I answered at the same time.

This day hadn’t started out quite how I wanted, what with our friends finding out about us, but I realized it wasn’t such a bad thing. A weight I hadn’t even realized was there was lifted off of my chest with the relief of no longer having to keep a secret from our squadmates.

I couldn’t seem to keep the smile off my face the whole way to Battle Brief. When I joined the rider’s quadrant, I was prepared for hard work and sacrifice and spending my days miserable and alone. Instead, I had a wonderful group of friends that would do anything for me. I was lucky enough to be in a relationship with the most incredible man I’d ever met. And I was happy, I realized. Happier than I’d been in a very long time. Maybe ever.

I reached for Liam’s hand under the table. He entwined our fingers without question, and I knew he would hold on until the need to take notes required us to let go. I couldn’t be upset with Ridoc anymore about outing us to the squad. I was too grateful to be a part of this little family we had all created together. I smiled to myself as I remembered his over the top greeting this morning in preparation for teasing us and how annoyed I had been. He was right, though. It was a good morning.

#good morning #fourth wing #fanfiction #liam mairi x reader #liam mairi #violet sorrengail #ridoc gamlyn #sawyer henrick #rhiannon matthias #reader insert #fluff

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yumigguk · 2 years ago

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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲| 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

summary: After finding out that you slept at Taehyung's house, a fire is burning inside him.

pairing: fwb!jungkook × reader

genre: smut, angst

description: college!au; f2l. Memories of your own involvement with Jungkook resurface, and you realize that maybe those feelings you've suppressed for so long are stronger than you thought.

warnings: intercourse, exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, degrading names, spanking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spit, d/s themes, ass play

words: 4k

Jeon Jungkook and you have been involved in this situation for more than four months. He's always there for you when you need someone, and you are there for him when he needs someone. But it's much more than that. Both of you are in the same group of friends, yet nobody knows the dirty secrets that you both keep.

This happened after you moped around following your breakup. From the moment he stepped in, there was an air of comfort and protection that surrounded him. He had a natural charisma that drew people in, but it was his unwavering support and presence that truly set him apart.

Whenever you needed someone to talk to, Jungkook was there, listening attentively to your every word. He offered a shoulder to lean on and a warm, reassuring smile that seemed to say, "I'm here for you." You couldn't help but notice the way he made you feel safe, like nothing could harm you as long as he was around.

Jungkook's gestures spoke volumes, though you remained oblivious to their romantic undertones. He would always walk on the side of the sidewalk closer to traffic, subtly shielding you from any potential danger. He'd insist on driving you home, no matter the distance, just to make sure you arrived safely. And his protective nature extended to small things too, like offering you his jacket when the evening air turned chilly.

His scent was another clue to his feelings. Jungkook always smelled amazing, his cologne lingering in the air after he left. It was a fragrance that seemed to envelop you in a comforting embrace, yet you didn't fully understand the significance of this lingering scent.

After a short time, you realize what a douchebag your ex-boyfriend was, and during your angry phase, you confessed that he wasn't even able to satisfy you. You think this might have railed him up because you ended bend over with a finger in your ass, screaming so hard that the whole neighbourhood heard.

It is clear to everyone that you and he grow closer when they find the two of you together in different places. For example, Jimin saw you and Jungkook at McDonald's, or your best friend, Han Soo, saw you and Jungkook studying at the library. Hoseok always seems to bump into both of you in the hallways. You deny that you and Jeon Jungkook have something going on in front of everyone because you both know things would be weird if your friends found out.

Thinking about your friends, you can't believe that you and Taehyung had so many drinks last night that your head still hurts. You received messages from Jeon, but you saw them in the morning while rushing to catch the bus to college and letting Taehyung snore:

"Han Soo told me you are alone at Taehyung's place. Be responsible and don't drink too much."

"Why don't you reply?"

"Want me to drive you home?"

"Y/N???"

"Whatever, enjoy your time with Taehyung.

Rereading the messages during your boring lecture, you reply with, 'I took the bus, but thank you.' After a short time, he responds with, 'Come to my car after.' You didn't know why, and you didn't reply because he knew that you would do what he told you.

When the lecture is finally over, you navigate through the crowd. Upon reaching the parking lot, you spot Jungkook's car. As you get closer, you notice that the windows are open, and Jungkook is blowing a cigarette, looking like a mad man. You get into the car, confusion evident on your face. 'Hi?' Your eyes focus on his lips, then his torso. You can't deny his attractiveness; he's built like a god, and seeing him smoke always heats you up. He's wearing a black oversized t-shirt, and he smells so good that it instantly flusters you, reminding you that sometimes you smell like him too. You find attractive perfume mixed with the scent of a cigarette.

“Wouldn't you care to explain why you slept at another man's place last night?" Jungkook says, looking outside the window as his body tenses in the car seat. You didn't know how to react because it's the first time he asked you these kinds of questions. You both discussed that you are not exclusive and have been defensive about catching feelings. "So?" he says again, much more stiffly than before, looking at you now as he raises an eyebrow.

“When you say 'other man,' you mean Taehyung?" You said, laughing in his face. "Why are you so serious about it, Jeon? Are you jealous?" Now you are looking into his eyes with a smile on your lips. "You agreed that it's not exclusive. You agreed." And this holds a lot of meaning because you don't sleep with other people, and you only want him. You are definitely jealous that he makes other women feel the same way he makes you feel. Your eyes appear cold to him.

He scoffs, "Oh, so you wouldn't mind if you saw me with another woman, right?" He smirks, and his gaze darkens as you feel he's challenging you. "Fine, you're right. We aren't exclusive, baby," he mocks, but the feeling you get is that he's not saying what he wanted to in the first place. A feeling of nausea washes over your body, making you feel sick.

"No, Jeon, why would I mind seeing you with another woman? I already told you we aren't exclusive." It feels like a game right now, and you feel a hole in your stomach when you say it because you wouldn't find it pleasing to see Jungkook with another woman. But the truth is that you both agreed that this relationship is no-strings-attached. Seeing that Jungkook has no reply to what you just said, he looks outside the window again and lights another cigarette. "Can you drive me home now?" you ask him, feeling the tension in the air.

He throws away the cigarette. “As you wish, babe," he says, but you're not sure if it's about exclusivity or driving you home. Then he starts the car.

The way home is quiet and tense, and you can't understand his attitude. What's wrong with sleeping at your childhood friend's house, who's also his friend? And why is it okay for him to see other women? The car stops, and he opens the door for you. "See you tonight," looking away from you, avoiding your gaze.

"See you," you whisper, knowing damn well he heard you. You close the door and walk away from the car. As usual, Jungkook doesn't leave until he sees you safely enter the building.

Tonight is Friday night, and you and your friends always go to the club to celebrate the weekend like some college freaks.

You've dressed yourself up with a short skirt and a top that flatters your chest, wearing makeup and cologne that could make any man kneel.

“Y/N, you look gorgeous” your friend Han Soo compliments you. “You're divine. You're going to catch every man's eye in the club. Hope you finally get laid tonight.” You hate lying to her, but you know your situation with Jungkook is unstable, and after the talk you two had today, you don't plan on telling her anytime soon.

After arriving at the club, you and Jungkook don't even look at each other. How immature from both of you. The music is loud, the lights are flashing, and the atmosphere is electric.

As the night progresses, after a few drink with Jimin and talking about politics “Fuck socialism” Jimin laughs.

You notice Jungkook chatting and dancing with an attractive girl, she’s grinding on him like there’s no tomorrow. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep inside you. He’s grabbing her hair, whispering in her ears.

Memories of your own involvement with Jungkook resurface, and you realize that maybe those feelings you've suppressed for so long are stronger than you thought.

Seeing Jungkook with another woman stirs a mix of emotions within you—jealousy, longing, and confusion.

You watch them together, and it's clear that he's trying to make you jealous. His subtle glances in your direction and the way he touches the girl suggest that he knows you're watching. Your heart races, and it becomes increasingly difficult to deny your feelings for him.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You turn to Taehyung. "Taehyung, want to dance?" you ask without showing emotion. "Sure, let's do it," he says excitedly. You know he's drunk, and you remember that he once confessed his attraction to you when he was inebriated. You try to forget about it because he never laid a finger on you, showing that he values your friendship.

As you move to the dance floor with Taehyung, you can't help but glance back at Jungkook and the girl he's with. Your intention is clear—you want to make Jungkook jealous, just as he seemed to want to do to you earlier. As you and Taehyung dance, you can feel Jungkook's eyes on you. The tension between you and him becomes palpable, and it's clear that the unspoken emotions you both have been avoiding are coming to the surface.

You grind your hips on Taehyung, your mouth slightly parted but with a smile on your lips. "Are you drunk?" he asks, worried as you feel him getting aroused. "Shut up, Tae. It's just one dance.”

In that moment, the club's pounding music and swirling lights fade into the background, and it's just you, Jungkook, and the complicated feelings you've been trying to ignore for so long. The dance floor becomes a battleground of unspoken emotions.

You excuse yourself and make your way to the bathroom, leaving Taehyung on the dance floor without a word. In the quiet moments alone, your heart throbs with jealousy after witnessing Jungkook with yet another one of his many girls.

You shouldn't be jealous, but now you confess to yourself that you truly are. When you exit the bathroom, your heart still heavy with envy over seeing Jungkook with one of his many girls, you search for Han Soo to excuse yourself and make a hasty exit, planning to offer a vague excuse about not feeling well.

As you scan the crowd, you unexpectedly come across Taehyung, who had been looking for you. You explain to him that you're not feeling well and that you'd like to head home early.

Taehyung, concerned, asks, "Is it because of the dance?" He covers his face with his palms, seemingly regretful. "Y/N, I didn't mean to make you uncomfort-"

You quickly interrupt him, "Taehyung, don't worry, I really feel sick. It had nothing to do with you. I initiated the dance."

He removes his hands from his face and says, "I'm going to call a cab for us." He starts searching for his phone.

“You don’t need to-“ before you can finish your sentence, Jungkook suddenly appears next to you. Taehyung acknowledges his presence and says, "Hey, man, I'm going to take Y/N home now. She's not feeling well. Tell others that we are leaving."

Jungkook scoffs at Taehyung's words and responds curtly, "Not feeling well, huh? Don't worry then. I'll take her home myself. You can enjoy the rest of the party." His eyes appear flat and emotionless, a stark contrast to his seemingly rude tone.

Without waiting for Taehyung's response, Jungkook grabs your hand, and the two of you swiftly disappear from the scene, leaving Taehyung without a chance to react.

Little did you know, this night would bring unexpected emotions to the surface. Still shocked, you get in the car without saying anything.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. Jungkook gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with anger. You both had just witnessed each other dancing with other people at the club, and the realization that jealousy ran deep within both of you had shaken the foundation of your friendship.

"Fuck, can't believe you were dancing with him, Y/N. You’re playing with my patience” you’ve never seen him that angry.

"Well, you weren't exactly innocent, Jungkook. Your pretty little girlfriend was rubbing her ass against you the whole night.”

His jaw clenched, and he turned his gaze to the road ahead, his anger palpable." Didn’t you say that you were okay with me seeing other women? Are you jealous? Say it.”

"I didn't expect you to be fucking her through clothes, Jungkook. Fuck you, you are the one who’s jealous.”

The car was filled with silence for a moment, broken only by the distant sounds of the night. Both of you were wrestling with the realization that your feelings ran deeper than you had ever acknowledged. The tension in the car was unbearable as you both grappled with the newfound emotions that had surfaced. The truth was, you both felt more than just friendship, but neither of you had been willing to admit it until that jealous night at the club.

Jungkook pulled over his car without saying a word. "What the heck? What are you doing?" You asked, a mix of anger and confusion in your voice.

"Get in the back," he said sternly. You complied, thinking for a moment that maybe the two of you were going to clarify everything that had happened tonight and sort out the mixed feelings that had arisen.

Once you were both in the back seat, he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He roughly grasped your chin, looking into your eyes you can see his eyes are darker, full of anger. Without a word, he cupped your face with his hands, his touch demanding and intense.

His lips crashed into yours, a rough collision of longing and frustration. It was a kiss that held a multitude of unspoken words, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between friendship and something more. His mouth moved forcefully against yours, as if trying to claim you, and your response was equally fierce.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you tasted the raw desire in his kiss. It was a passionate, almost primal exchange, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings you had both kept buried for far too long.

As your lips finally parted, both of you were left breathless, and the car seemed to hold its breath too, as if aware of the uncharted territory you had just ventured into.

"I can't believe I saw you with someone else tonight," he confessed, his jealousy undeniable. "That kiss... it drove me crazy, Y/N."

His words carried the weight of realization, acknowledging the jealousy that had flared up within him after our passionate kiss. It was a moment of vulnerability, and we both knew that things between us had shifted in a way that couldn't be ignored.

Bringing his hand underneath your skirt, his index finger to your clothed sex to gently rub all over your clit. The aftermath of that intense kiss left you feeling undeniably aroused. “Did you get that aroused from dancing with Taehyung?” He chuckles.

“Fuck off” you growl out and he slaps your right asscheek, you yelp at the pleasurable pain.

“Smart mouth, huh? I will fuck the smartness away, whore”. His fingers find their way into your core and you gasp in surprise. “Not that feisty anymore”

“Jungkook-“ your walls clenched around his fingers and he hums as he plays with his lip piercing.

“What, baby? What do my little whore wants?” he purrs, a cocky smirk spreading across his face as his fingers move faster as he wraps your hair around in a pony tail.

“Please” you plead, the unspoken tension between you two had finally erupted into the open, leaving you with an undeniable craving for Jungkook.

“Please, what?” he asks with a mixture of trepidation and desire.

“Please, finger fuck me faster” getting flustered and wetter than ever, you realized that you were always submissive to him

“Ohh, that’s my good whore. Getting this whiny only from my fingers. Moan for how long you want, bitch, you know it doesn’t even compare to what my dick feels” each word hung in the charged air, heavy with anticipation, your heart racing from the abused g-spot.

“I’m gonna cum, please” you say with trembling lips and a racing heart, screw-in your eyes shut at the feeling of him pumping his fingers.

“Cum, dumb slut, cum on my fingers”He says raspy, and you can feel the burning sensation in your stomach intensifying as he curls his fingers.

"You got the real man at home now, whore. I'm going to slide in and out of your holes slowly and torture you with pleasure.“ he says raspy with a cocky smile as he tugs his pants down his legs.

Your heart raced, and your breaths came in shallow, heated gasps. The taste of Jungkook still lingered on your lips, a heady mix of desire and longing that pulsed through my veins.

You feel the head of his dick brushing his head along your sensitive clit. “You were acting like a slut earlier so you should be fucked like one. Am I right?”

“Yes” you admitt with no shame as you feel him positioning himself at your entrance. Humming in satisfaction, spits in his hand and spreads it all over cock before he slowly begins to penetrate you.

You gasp at the feeling of his bare dick, feeling it sink into you stretching your walls.

“Feels good to finally have a thick cock stretching you and hitting deep, doesn't it?" He fucks you from the bottom, cock burried deep into your cunt. You moan and clench him so hard that you’re making him shut his eyes.

His hips snapping until the meet your ass as he continues to fucking himself in and out of your sloppy cunt, you are a moaning mess.

“You can't lie to me, cockslut. I know that’s what you wanted, being fucked in the car while car are passing, making everyone see that you belong to me”

“Fuck, yes, make me yours” he grunts at your words, his thrusts animalistic as he grabs your neck.

“This cunt is mine. Mine to touch. Mind to kiss. Mine to fuck. You got it?”Jungkook askes, chuckling as he tightens his grip around your neck

“Only yours.” He delivers a harsh thrust at your words and all you could to is to moan.

He pants, pounding into you as he puts his thumb to circle your clit.

“Let me cum, please” you beg and feeling of his cock brushing against your walls is too much, hitting your g-spot in a way that made you see stars.

“Cum on it. Show me that I’m yours” The overstimulation is way too much and it makes you feel every nerve inside. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm as you sob underneath him.

“Jungkook” you sob, tears falling on your cheeks and his trusts start getting sloppy. It doesn’t take long for him to shoot his load inside of you. He grunts animalistically, his vice-like grip on your hips sure to leave bruises. "God, I love having you as my whore". After a few more lazy thrusts, continuously fucking his load into you, he comes to a full stop. He pulls out and rests his head.

It was a silence pregnant with possibility, a moment when the uncharted territory of our feelings lay before us, waiting to be explored. In that silence, a thousand unspoken words hung in the air, their weight almost tangible. It was a moment of raw vulnerability and a newfound awareness of the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

It has been a week since the car encounter you had with Jungkook. That week without Jungkook had felt like an eternity, each passing day heavier than the last.

At first, there was a lingering sense of confusion and uncertainty that left a knot in your stomach. Why had he skipped classes? Why hadn't he replied to your texts?

As the days went by, those feelings of confusion morphed into a deep, gnawing sadness.

You found yourself constantly checking your phone, hoping for a message from him that never came. It was like waiting for a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty, but all you received was silence.

The empty seat next to you in class seemed to taunt you, a stark reminder of his absence. Your usual conversations and shared laughter were replaced by a hollow ache. You missed his presence, the way he made you feel safe and understood.

Nights were the hardest.

In the quiet darkness, your thoughts were consumed by questions and doubts. Had you done something wrong? Was he avoiding you intentionally? The weight of those unspoken questions pressed down on your chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Loneliness settled in like an unwelcome guest, and you found yourself yearning for his company more than ever.

The world felt dull and gray without him, and every day without his smile, his laughter, and his presence felt like a never-ending storm.

But amidst the sadness, there was a glimmer of hope. The memory of that jealousy sex in the car, the unspoken desire between you two, gave you a flicker of optimism. Maybe, just maybe, this tumultuous week would lead to something more, something that would make the wait worthwhile.

You spotted Jungkook at the end of the bustling college hallway, and your heart did a somersault. Your emotions were a whirlwind of confusion, uncertainty, and a longing that was becoming harder to ignore.

As you approached him, you could feel the tension in the air, like a thick fog surrounding both of you. You tried to read his expression, but his face was a mask of indecipherable emotions.

"Jungkook," you greeted him tentatively. He looked up, and his eyes met yours. For a moment, it felt like the world around you had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this charged moment.

"Hey," he replied, his voice a mixture of nerves and desire. The silence that followed was deafening. You both stood there, caught in a web of unspoken feelings. It was clear that he was just as confused as you were, yet there was an undeniable magnetic pull drawing you closer.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice trembling slightly, "I've been thinking about that night, Y/N. About us."

Your heart skipped a beat as you waited for him to continue, your emotions on edge.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted, his eyes locked onto yours. "I want to be with you, Y/N."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and you could feel the intensity of his desire. It was a confession that left you breathless and aching for more. "I've been so confused, too," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to be with you too, Jungkook."

A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, and it felt like the sun breaking through the clouds on a stormy day.

In that moment, surrounded by the bustling college hallway and the curious gazes of passing students, you both knew that something had shifted. The uncharted territory you had ventured into was no longer a mystery but a path you were both willing to explore together.

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Thank u everyone for the support, I know it’s short but hope u all enjoy it. Also, English isn’t my first language so pls forgive me 😔😔. Asks open.

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Seventeen's Reaction—Confessing his love to the girlfriend of one of the other members

Note from author: I wanted to post this in one go, but I LOVE being a tease, so we are doing random pairings. I did have my heart clenched writing this because wdym they confess???!!! Summary: Cheol & Chan confess their love to the girlfriend of another member. Warnings: Impossible love, kind of cheating allegations

1️⃣ S.Coups: (Play "If I'm Lucky" by Jason Derulo)

It had been five months, five excruciating, bone-deep months, for Seungcheol. Five months of trying to silence a feeling that only grew louder.

He had hoped it would fade. That the ache in his chest was temporary. That if he just stayed away from you long enough, it would dissolve quietly into nothing. But instead, it grew, like ivy around his ribs, like fire licking up his throat, and now it was beginning to show. Not just in his eyes, but in the things he forgot, the things he abandoned, and the way his body started to break down without warning.

He burned out. Completely.

No one could reach him for a week. He skipped rehearsals, missed meetings, and ignored his phone until the battery died and stayed dead. His body, so used to pushing through exhaustion, finally said no. And the reason?

You.

You didn’t know, of course. You didn’t know he was going to the gym after ten-hour practice days, pushing himself for two, sometimes three hours straight, just to stay ahead of his thoughts. Just to exhaust himself to the point where you couldn’t flood his mind the moment he stood still.

But no matter what he did, you were always there. In the silence. In his dreams. In the pause between songs.

He was late to meetings, forgot lyrics and deadlines, skipped meals, overtrained, and underslept. The staff chalked it up to pressure. The members assumed it was fatigue. But you. You started to see it.

“Hey, Cheol,” you said gently, your hand brushing against his arm as you sat beside him in the studio.

He flinched, just slightly, but didn’t look up. His eyes were locked on his phone screen, where a brand collaboration email sat open, unread. His other hand stirred a spoon in a soggy bowl of cereal, mindlessly.

“Hmm?” “Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yeah… Are you good?” he replied automatically, his words coming out disjointed and robotic.

You paused, frowning. His tone was off. His whole energy was off. He wasn’t just tired, he was unravelling.

“Jesus, Seungcheol.”

You reached out and grabbed his face, a little too firmly. Your fingers squeezed his cheeks, more forcefully than you meant to, but he didn’t even flinch. He just blinked slowly at you, like he’d been pulled from underwater.

“Are you fasting on sleep or something? Your eyebags are literally purple.”

He could’ve cried from the touch. God, he missed being touched. No, he missed you touching him.

It felt like someone had hit a reset button on his heart. That tiny, fleeting pressure of your hand on his skin sent a ripple through his whole body. Like coming off withdrawal and getting one hit of the thing he’d been starving for.

“Please don’t,” he whispered, his voice raw.

You blinked. “What?”

“Your hands… they’re cold. It feels nice. My head’s killing me.”

He looked at you then, truly looked, and something flickered in his eyes. That same soft desperation he’d been trying to hide. But what caught him off guard wasn’t how broken he looked.

It was the way you were looking back. Not confused. Not worried. Something else.

You didn’t say anything. You just reached over, unballed the hoodie in your lap, folded it neatly, and placed it on the table in front of him.

“Come here,” you said softly, patting the hoodie.

He hesitated for half a second before leaning forward, resting his head on it. You moved gently, brushing his bangs away from his forehead and placing your palm there, your thumb grazing his temple.

He exhaled. Long. Shaky. Relief flooded through him like warmth.

The moment your hand touched his skin, he felt his body give in. Sleep took him so quickly that it was like his entire nervous system had been waiting for your permission.

He didn’t know that you sat there for 45 minutes, your hand resting gently against his forehead. He didn’t know that you kept your eyes on him longer than necessary. That your fingers lingered at the curve of his brow, tracing a tenderness you didn’t quite understand.

You didn’t know what it meant. And that was the most dangerous part of all.

Things had started to look up for Cheol, or so it seemed. He was piecing himself back together, slowly, like someone fumbling to rebuild a home after a fire. You were always there, just like you'd always been. Steady. Supportive. Kind. You checked in often, never pushing, just letting him know you were there. And when he told you he’d been going through family problems, you believed him without hesitation.

Because Cheol had never lied to you.

Not once.

And why would he?

But oh, Y/n, sweet, trusting Y/n. You had no idea. Not even a clue that what was really eating him alive had nothing to do with his family. You didn’t know that the thing he was fighting hardest wasn’t a situation, but a feeling. A feeling that had attached itself to him without warning, cruel and consuming, and worst of all… unforgivable.

Because it was you. And you belonged to someone else. To one of his closest friends.

Three weeks later, the storm came.

Backstage was chaos. Rehearsals were running late. The anniversary concert loomed over everyone like a heavy cloud. People were snapping at each other, stress was bleeding through the cracks, and you and Minghao were unraveling fast. What had started as a quiet disagreement, another missed dinner with your parents, had snowballed into something much uglier.

It happened in front of everyone.

Cheol was there too.

He sat with his back turned, pretending to be lost in a stack of cue sheets. His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the paper. Every time Minghao raised his voice, Cheol’s shoulders tensed. But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

He shouldn’t.

Until Minghao shouted one last time, something sharp, something final, and then slammed the door as he stormed out.

Cheol’s heart dropped.

He turned around slowly, bracing for what he might see. But nothing could have prepared him.

You were just standing there.

Small.

Shaking.

Tears streaking down your face, and your hands balled into trembling fists at your sides. You looked like you’d been gutted.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. The words barely made it out of your throat. You didn’t look at anyone. Didn’t wait for a response. You just pushed through the door and disappeared down the hallway.

Cheol didn’t think. He couldn’t.

His body moved before his brain could stop it. The cue sheets were scattered on the floor. He shoved the chairs aside, loudly, and bolted after you.

“Y/n!” he called, his voice slicing through the quiet chaos of backstage. “Wait up!”

You didn’t stop. You didn’t even turn around. “Leave me alone, Cheol,” you said, quick and sharp. “I just need to go.”

“Y/n, please…”

“I said, leave me alone!” This time it came out louder than you meant, and your voice cracked near the end.

But he didn’t listen. He couldn’t.

He reached you just as you were rounding a corner. His hand caught your arm, spinning you around, too fast, and suddenly you were chest-to-chest with him, your hands landing hard against his chest.

“Listen to me,” he said, jaw clenched, eyes locked onto yours like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. “Just listen for a second.”

He was close. Too close. His hand still on your arm, his breath heavy. You could feel the heat rolling off him, anger, frustration, something else under the surface.

“Cheol…” you whispered, your gaze darting down the empty hallway. “I shouldn’t be here. Not like this.”

“You’re exactly where you should be,” he said, his voice low, almost trembling.

Your brows furrowed. “Why are you saying that? What is this?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at you like he was memorizing you, like he was scared he’d never see you again.

And then, quietly, brokenly, he said, “Because I can’t keep watching you fall apart. And I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t destroy me.”

Silence.

Thick and heavy.

“What are you even talking about?” you asked, your voice trembling as your eyes searched his face for clarity, anything that would make this moment make sense.

“Y/N, I can’t just let you walk away like this. Not like this.” His voice cracked at the edges, his breathing uneven. “It’s breaking me to see you like this.” His eyes flickered between your tear-streaked face and your lips. God, he wanted to kiss you. To pull you into his arms and say the words he’s been choking on for months. To tell you that he would’ve never missed dinner with your parents. That he would’ve never screamed at you in front of everyone. That he would’ve never made you cry like this.

You blinked, stunned. “Cheol… you're confusing me. Why are you saying this now?”

He shut his eyes for a second and took a breath that seemed to drag up all the weight he'd been carrying. “Because I’m in love with you.”

Silence. Just the buzz of the hallway lights and the pounding of your heart.

“What?” you whispered, taking a step back like the air had shifted around you.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he repeated, firmer this time, like saying it louder would make it more real. “I know this is the worst timing imaginable, and I know it makes me a complete asshole to throw this at you while you’re falling apart, but, God, it’s been eating me alive. And I couldn’t let you leave thinking no one sees you or cares. I had to tell you.”

You stared at him, stunned. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” You shoved him back instinctively, your whole body rejecting the truth of it. “I’m in the middle of the worst fight I’ve ever had with my boyfriend, and this is when you decide to dump some… some high school crush confession on me?”

That last line sliced deep, worse than any punch could have.

Cheol froze. And then the storm hit his face. “High school crush?” he repeated, his tone low, dangerous. “Is that what you think this is?”

You instantly regretted it. “Cheol…”

But he cut you off, voice rising, not in anger, but in sheer heartbreak. “I have been losing my goddamn mind for a year, Y/N. Do you have any idea what it’s like to love someone so much it makes you physically sick to hide it every day? To smile and clap for your relationship when all I wanted to do was be the one holding your hand?” His voice broke now, his eyes glistening, jaw clenched hard. “You think this is some passing crush? You think I chose this? I’ve nearly ruined my career from the weight of this shit. I’ve watched you give your heart to someone who doesn’t treat it right, and I’ve stayed silent because I thought that’s what loyalty looked like.”

You couldn’t speak. His words, raw and unfiltered, knocked the breath out of you.

“Y/N, I’m not just in love with you. You’re my entire goddamn reason to wake up in the morning. And I’m standing here, throwing away everything, my dignity, my loyalty, my fucking sanity, to give you my heart, and you reduce it to a high school crush?” His chest was rising and falling fast, his hands clenched at his sides.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, but the words felt like paper against a wildfire.

He took one last look at you, like he was trying to memorize your face before he lost it forever.

“I ran after you because it broke me to see him treat you like nothing. Not because I thought I’d win you over. But because I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.” Then, softer, almost to himself: “But don’t ever mistake this for something small. Don’t ever call it a crush again.”

And with that, he turned and walked back down the hallway, his footsteps echoing against the walls, each one sounding more final than the last.

You stood there, spiralling, your world completely shaken. And for the first time, you weren’t sure what scared you more: That Cheol had just told you he loved you… Or that deep down, a part of you wanted him to.

2️⃣ Dino: (Play "Loveeeeeee Song" by Rihanna & Future)

Oh man. The past four months had been hell for Dino. Quiet, polite, well-disguised hell.

On the surface, he looked the same. Showed up on time. Smiled for fans. Laughed at jokes. Went to dance practice and filmed content like always. Because he’s mature like that. He knows how to keep it together when it counts. He knows what to filter, what to swallow down, what not to show.

But inside? He was spiraling.

He didn’t know exactly when it started, when missing you became a constant hum in his chest, but the day he realized you’d pulled away was the day everything tilted off balance.

What confused him more was that you started it. You disappeared, slowly but deliberately. And that, that wrecked him.

He didn’t get it at first. You were always around. Mondays meant your “pick-me-up snack bags” with the corny quotes. Fridays meant him showing you a draft of his newest TikTok dance on the walk to the convenience store, drinking iced peach tea with the shared straw. You weren’t just someone’s girlfriend. You were his person, too now.

But you started showing up less and less. Stopped lingering in the practice rooms. No more evening check-ins. No more walking past his studio with a little wave. At first he thought you were busy, or sick, or traveling.

But you weren’t.

You were just… gone.

And the truth is, you didn’t vanish out of nowhere. You disappeared because something felt wrong. Your boyfriend was in the military now. You were still hanging around eleven active idols during their work hours like a floating extra. It made you feel like a sore thumb, like someone clinging onto something that didn’t belong to them anymore. You weren’t in the group. You weren’t staff. You weren’t part of their schedules. You were just the girlfriend who stayed too long.

Even if some of the guys had girlfriends, you got along with… even if the staff didn’t say anything… you felt it. So you pulled back. Thought no one would really notice. You didn’t want to make it harder for anyone. Especially not for him.

But Dino noticed. He noticed everything.

What do you mean there’s no more Monday snack bags? No motivational sticky notes on his water bottle? What do you mean there’s no more you waiting in the corner of the practice room to walk with him afterwards, grinning because he looked “too cool” in that new choreography?

What do you mean… that he can’t talk to you anymore without it feeling like a betrayal?

It didn’t hit him all at once. It crept up like a slow fever. The ache when you weren’t there. The way he kept glancing at the studio door, expecting you to show up. How his favourite peach tea started tasting bland.

He didn’t want to admit it. He shouldn’t admit it. But damn it…

He missed you. He needed you. And somehow, somewhere along the way, he had fallen sick for you.

It was wrong. It was stupid. But it was real.

So when it had been three full weeks without a single text, no story replies, not even a “hope your day’s going well,” he cracked.

He grabbed his hoodie and ran through the rain. No umbrella. No second thought. Just his feet hitting the pavement and your apartment address flashing in his head like a siren.

By the time he reached your door, soaked to the skin and chest heaving, it was 2:03 a.m.

The doorbell rang loudly in the silence. You jolted awake, heart racing. Who the hell was at your door in the middle of the night?

You pulled on a sweatshirt over your sleep shirt and padded to the door, eyes heavy, body half-asleep. When you opened it…

“Chan?” you blinked.

He looked wrecked. Absolutely soaked from the rain, hair dripping, breath stuttering in his chest, arms limp at his sides. A puddle was forming around his sneakers.

“Are you okay?” you asked, instinctively crossing your arms over your chest. Your voice was still thick with sleep, but your concern was instant.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he panted, hands on his knees, trying to breathe. “I know it’s late. I know I probably look insane. I just… I thought something might’ve happened. I haven’t seen you in weeks. I got worried.”

“You ran here?” you said, still struggling to process it. “Chan, you have my number. You could’ve texted me. Or called. Not… this.”

“I know.” He stood up straighter, wiped a hand over his drenched forehead. “I know it’s irrational. I just…I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about all the worst-case scenarios. It’s stupid.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “No, it’s not stupid. It’s actually really sweet. But seriously…don’t scare me like that. You could’ve gotten sick. You might still get sick.”

That made him smile for the first time since he got there. A soft, sheepish thing.

“Sorry again,” he said, laughing a little now, water still dripping from his bangs.

You leaned on the doorframe and shook your head, a sleepy smile forming. “Let’s talk tomorrow, okay? When it’s not the middle of the night and you’re not actively melting on my doorstep.”

He nodded, almost shy again. “Yeah… yeah. You’re right. I just…I needed to see you.”

“Good night, Chan,” you said, stifling a yawn.

“Good night, Y/n,” he murmured, voice barely above the rainfall.

And just as you closed the door and turned around, heart pounding in your chest for reasons you didn’t want to name, Dino stood in your hallway, soaked and smiling to himself like an idiot.

However, when you showed up at the studio the next evening around 7 p.m., you had no idea you were walking straight into emotional chaos. No idea that a small, thoughtless comment from the night before had planted something dangerous in Chan, something bold, desperate, and painfully real.

You had simply come for coffee. You didn’t expect to feel like a guest at your own emotional funeral.

You spotted him first, sitting alone at the corner table in the otherwise empty cafeteria. The lights were dim, the hum of vending machines echoed in the background. Two iced coffees. A couple of cakes. That was it. That, and the unmistakable static of something about to change.

You sat down across from him, shifting slightly in your seat. There was a strange stillness in the air, like everything was holding its breath.

“So… why does it feel awkward to be here?” you asked, your voice lighter than you felt, trying to smile as you took a gulp of your iced latte.

Chan glanced up and then away, his hand flying to the back of his neck in that telltale way he did when he was flustered. “What do you mean?”

Your smile tightened a bit. You didn’t even know why you were acting weird. You looked anywhere but at him, your gaze tracing the edges of the table, the condensation on your cup, the faint mark of his thumb on the plastic lid.

“So,” you began, dragging the word out, your heart weirdly loud in your ears. “What was the actual reason you ran a marathon to my apartment in the middle of the night?”

His eyes widened, just slightly, and you caught it. He hesitated. You saw it all in that one second of silence: the inner chaos, the panic, the thousand versions of unspoken words fighting behind his eyes.

Because how was he supposed to say it?

How was he supposed to tell you that all the time he spent away from you had made it violently clear: he was in love with you. Stupidly, helplessly, deeply in love with you. And worse, he didn’t care that you were dating Wonwoo. He cared, of course, he did. But not enough to silence the feeling anymore. Not enough to keep it locked up like some shameful secret.

“Chan?” you called softly, snapping him out of whatever thought spiral he was drowning in.

“Yeah? Sorry.” He blinked, dragging his eyes to your face. His voice cracked slightly on the second word. He could see that you were nervous now too, and somehow that made everything worse.

“You good?” you asked with a hesitant laugh. “You’re kinda starting to scare me.”

“I’m fine,” he said, but the laugh that followed was anything but convincing. That signature ‘hahaha’ of his, the one that usually made you laugh too, suddenly scraped at your nerves like nails on glass. It felt wrong. Offbeat.

“Why are you being so weird?” you said with a nervous chuckle, reaching for another sip. “You look like you’re about to confess your undying love for me or something.”

And then it happened.

Chan froze. Mid-sip. Straw hovering near his lips, but not quite there. Time halted.

You didn’t register it at first. It was subtle. Barely a flicker in the air. But then you looked again, and his eyes were locked on the cup like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the universe.

“…Chan?” you whispered, your smile faltering. Something in your chest dropped, hard and fast.

Still no answer. Just the sound of air conditioning. And the growing weight of silence pressing down on you.

You leaned in slightly, your voice sharper this time. “Lee Chan. You are not about to say what I think you’re about to say.”

His eyes finally rose to meet yours.

And that was all it took.

Your breath caught in your throat. He didn’t say a word, but his expression said it all. The guilt. The fear. The truth.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “No. No, no, no, no…” You stood abruptly, your chair screeching slightly against the floor. “Chan, you can’t…You can’t do this.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t plead. But you could see it in the way his fingers gripped the edge of the table. He wasn’t backing down.

“Y/n, please.” His voice cracked as he stood up, voice barely above a whisper but loud enough to make you freeze. “Let me explain.”

“No, Chan.” You stepped back instinctively, lifting a hand between the two of you like a barrier, a flimsy, invisible wall to protect what was already unraveling. “Don’t say it. Don’t finish that sentence.”

But he didn’t flinch. He just looked at you, not with desperation, but something quieter. Something sadder.

“Please.” That word, soft and trembling, hit lower than your stomach. It made your knees unsteady. “I’m not asking for anything in return. I’m not trying to make this harder. Just… let me say it. Let me say it once.”

“Chan,” you murmured, voice cracking, “please, I can’t…”

His hand rose gently, pressing a finger to your lips, not to silence you, but to anchor himself. You both stood still, barely breathing, the tension between you vibrating like a struck string.

He exhaled slowly. “Y/n, I swear… I’m not trying to guilt you. I’m not here to steal you away. But this…this thing inside me, it’s burning me alive. And I can't keep pretending it's not there.” He paused, jaw clenching like he was holding back everything at once. “I love and respect Wonwoo. You know I do. But sometimes… sometimes your heart doesn’t care about lines or loyalty. And God, I wish mine did.”

Your eyes welled, but you said nothing.

“I didn’t plan this. I didn’t want this. I fought it. I avoided you. I told myself it was admiration, a passing thing. But it wasn’t.” His voice cracked again, eyes red now. “It isn’t.”

He took a shaky breath. “You always say I’ve grown up. That I’ve become more grounded, more thoughtful. Then let me say this like a man, not your friend, not the maknae…just a man.” He looked you in the eyes, and for once, you didn’t look away. “I love you.” He swallowed hard. “Not as a maybe. Not as a fantasy. I love you in the realest, most terrifying way. And I would’ve given you everything. I would’ve fought for you, with everything I had, if I ever had the right to.”

There was a long silence. You didn’t know how to move, how to breathe.

And then, like some final, unspoken goodbye, he stepped forward, slow, deliberate, and placed one hand behind your head. His touch was gentle, reverent, like you were something sacred.

He leaned in, brushing a kiss against the crown of your head. He didn’t linger. Didn’t say another word.

And then he walked away.

Down the hall, past the point of no return, without even turning back once.

Leaving you behind, frozen, breathless, and irreversibly broken.

As if he hadn’t just shattered everything…and sealed the wreckage with a kiss.

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