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slytherin boys or mattheo riddle as a dad please?

Slytherin Boys as Dads

Request: slytherin boys or mattheo riddle as a dad please?

Hi! So sorry for the wait, this one took me a while for some reason. I was kinda vague with these, but hopefully you like them. Thank you for the request :)

(Warnings: mentions of bad home lives, insecurity, let me know if i missed anything)

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Theodore Nott:

deathly afraid of being anything like his own family or father. he’d be a little apprehensive about having kids in the first place, but he’d eventually be more open to the idea once you promised to be there every step of the way and take things slow.

the proudest dad ever. the type of dad to clap and cheer once they use the bathroom on their own for the first time. he literally wouldn’t care (within reason) how good they’re doing at a sport or in school, he’s just proud that they’re putting in effort.

he’s got a short temper. i think he’d get a little snappy, and then immediately regret it once the tears started or they got angry and snapped back. he’d put on a brave face in the moment, but he’d for sure cry about it later to you.

he has such a way with words, and he’s so imaginative. they’d ask him kid shit that makes no sense, and he’s just deadpan answering them without hesitation. and it would be like that even when the kids were grown and moving out of the house. he just knows the right thing to say.

wouldn’t want a lot of kids. he’s too easily overwhelmed, and although he’s got the love to go around, he just can’t stomach the idea of being responsible for that many lives. one or two is enough for him, and he’d love them with all of his heart.

Every milestone your little girl met had Theo in shambles. No matter how big or small, he treated every single one of them like she had cured cancer or won an Olympic gold medal. When she started growing more independent and wanting to do things on her own, it wasn’t any different.

Theo came into your room after saying goodnight to your daughter, tears welling in his eyes.

You stumbled out of bed to approach him, holding him steady by his shoulders when he wavered. “What happened? Are you alright, love?”

“She made her own bed,” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “She didn’t want me to tuck her in. She said she wanted to try doing it on her own this time. And she did it so well.”

You could feel your heart warm, wrapping your arms around Theo’s shoulders. You gently rocked him back and forth, running your hand through his hair. He pulled back, quickly wiping under his eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, a sheepish smile on his face. “She’s just so smart.”

“Don’t be sorry, love. Just wait till she gets to Hogwarts. She’ll be top of her class, just like her Dad was.”

Your words sent him spiraling again, his cheeks paling. You chuckled, bringing your hand up to hook a finger under his chin, turning him to look at you. You spoke gently, giving him a warm smile.

“But that’s not for a long time. We’ve still got years with her before she does something substantial for us to fawn over her for. Let’s not worry about it yet.”

Theo groaned, shaking his head. “I’m always worried.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his middle. You rested your cheek against his chest, listening to the faint thump of his heart.

“Did you ever see this coming for us?” He mumbled, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Back at Hogwarts, I can remember wanting a life with you. But this isn’t what I was picturing. I used to not even want kids—Merlin, how could I have not wanted kids?”

You shrugged, closing your eyes and breathing him in. “I always knew you would be a good Dad. I pictured some sort of family with you.”

Before Theo could respond, your little girl came around the corner into your room, immediately running for Theo’s leg. She wrapped herself around him, playfully hanging from his pant leg.

“What are you doing out of bed, silly girl?” You asked, bending down to scoop her up.

“I have a question,” she babbled, absentmindedly reaching her hand up to squeeze your nose.

You laughed, passing her over to Theo. “Ask your Dad. I’m sure he’s got an answer.”

She wrapped her arm around Theo’s neck, tiredly rubbing her eyes. Theo looked down at her adoringly, patiently waiting for her to ask her question.

“Why can’t I see my eyes? I can see your eyes and Mum’s eyes, but not mine. Why?”

You had to stifle a giggle, turning your face so your little girl wouldn’t see you laughing. But when you looked back up, Theo was just smiling down at her, like it was the most normal thing she had said to him all day.

“I’ll tell you, and then it’s off to bed with you, darling,” he explained, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “You see with your eyes—through your eyes. That’s why you can’t normally see them themselves. But technically, you can see your eyes. Do you want me to show you, pretty girl?”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, nodding excitedly. Theo grinned, chuckling as he looked over at you. He nodded towards the bathroom where the mirror was, shifting your little girl on his hip.

“I’ll be right back,” he said to you, before whisking your daughter off to the bathroom.

They giggled together all the way down the hall.

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Lorenzo Berkshire:

the sweetest most dedicated man in the early stages. he would NEVER let you do more work than him. you’re not climbing up high, you’re not lifting something heavy, you’re not doing anything that keeps you on your feet. he’s BOLTING to beat you to it.

would give no fucks about gender. i think he’d absolutely adore having a little girl, but a boy is just as good. because he’d get to raise him up into a man the both of you are proud of.

gets overwhelmed easily for sure. would absolutely stress about not doing enough or upsetting the kids, and you’d have to remind him that he’s an incredible dad, and how he’s only human. making mistakes is gonna happen, there’s nothing you can do but keep going and try your best.

100% going all out for any sport/extracurricular they get involved in. he’s their number one fan.

probably the gentler parent. he’d try his best to be stern with them, but he just doesn’t have it in him to upset them. tears would literally break his heart, so you’d probably have to take on the more serious role.

You had two kids with Enzo, a girl and a boy. They adored their father—as they should. He was sweet and loving and hardly ever said no. But that was the problem…he hardly ever said no.

And it got the best of him today.

The kids came bursting through the door, running into the kitchen with Enzo hot on their heels. He was carrying bags from the new toy store in Diagon Alley, a distressed look on his face as your children ran up to you to show you their new toys. You gave them a tight smile, faking enthusiasm.

“Very cool! How about we help Dad take them to your rooms, yeah? You need to eat before you play with them.”

“No,” your little boy whined, trying to dig in the bags Enzo was struggling to carry. “I wanna play now!”

Enzo let out a sigh, his voice strained. “Listen to your Mother—”

“We wanna play!” Your little girl screamed, her little cheeks flushing.

She turned around to root through the bags with her brother, when one ripped and the toys clambered to the floor. They scattered, and Enzo finally reached his limit.

“That’s it!” He shouted, hoisting the bags up to set them on the countertop where they couldn’t reach. “That’s enough. You’re going to eat your dinner, and you’re never allowed to yell at your Mother again! Do you both hear me?”

Your kids stopped in their tracks, looking up at him with wide eyes. He might as well have slapped them—that was how they were looking up at him. Like he had hurt them worse than he ever had before. They were being dramatic, of course. You had scolded them far worse than that in their lives. But Enzo was never one to yell. He hardly ever raised the voice around the kids, it hurt him too much to do it. You looked up from their faces to Enzo’s.

And the look on his face was heartbreaking.

“I’m sorry,” Enzo stuttered out, unable to say anything else.

You could tell he felt terrible. His eyes were glazed over, and his hands were shaking at his side. You quickly scooped the toys off the floor, shoving them back into their bags. You bent down to speak to your children, grabbing each of their hands.

“Alright…everyone breathe. You two, I’m going to take you to your rooms. I expect you to be ready for dinner in ten minutes. And if you behave—and you apologize to your Dad and I for not listening to what we asked you to do—we’ll let you open up a few toys and play with them later. Your Dad was very nice to get you all of these things, and you both need to act like it.”

Your little ones looked up at the both of you, batting their eyes. You could feel your anger slip away as they watched you, their little cute faces scrunching up.

It wasn’t fair—they were too adorable to be mad at.

“We’re sorry, Mum,” your little girl said.

Your boy nodded. “Yeah, we’re sorry Dad. We didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know, my loves,” you smiled, squeezing their hands. “Neither did Dad. It’s alright…everyone is just a little tired. Thank you for saying you’re sorry. Keep that attitude up, and your Dad and I will be happy to play with you after dinner.”

Your children giggled and ran off to their rooms with bright smiles on their faces, like nothing had happened at all.

Your husband, however, was steel reeling. As soon as they were out of the room, you turned to him. His face was full of regret, his eyes sad. You frowned, opening your arms.

“Come here, sweet boy,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You did so good. You’re okay.”

“I didn’t mean to yell,” he choked out into your shoulder, holding you tight.

You just shook your head, shushing him. “You had every right to. I love them to death, but they can be brats—and they know their Dad loves them too much to tell them no. You saw them, Enzo. They’ve already gotten over it. Don’t beat yourself up over this, love.”

Enzo sniffled into your shoulder. You held him tighter, gently rocking him back and forth as he leaned into you. It was quiet while you looked over his shoulder to the bags still on the counter, toys spilling out of the top of them.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You’re such a good Dad. They’re gonna be glued to you for weeks after they open all of those.”

“I’m sorry you had to take the lead. I should be better at this by now. I just can’t handle it when they look at me like that.”

You heard a clattering, and looked over to see your kids in the next room, politely sitting at the table. They were giggling to themselves, on their best exaggerated behavior so that they could earn back time with their toys. It was adorable, and it brought a smile to your face. You looked up to see Enzo smiling as well, despite his anxiousness.

“How do they look now?” You asked, reaching for his hand. “Because to me, it looks like they’re on their best behavior so they can play with their lovely toys that their even lovelier Dad got for them. It looks to me like they want to play with their Dad so bad, that they endured—Merlin forbid—washing their hands and setting the table just to do it.”

Enzo chuckled, squeezing your hand. “It does look like that, doesn’t it? Well, let’s not keep them waiting, darling. We have bags full of toys and two lovely children waiting for us.”

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Mattheo Riddle:

girl dad girl dad girl dad

absolutely gonna have a meltdown raising little girls because it means he’s gotta start kicking some little shit’s ass for hurting one of his daughters. you’d seriously have to hold him back once they start showing interest in dating, because he’s not ready for them to be that grown up.

absolutely an affectionate parent. hugs and kisses before bed, he didn’t make the rules he just enforces them. he’d want his kids to feel like there was never a point in their life where they were too old for a cuddle.

deathly afraid of fucking them up. he’d rely on you in the early stages to help him along, but he’d really get the hang of it fast. later on in their lives he’d wonder what he was even so worried about.

would absolutely adore you after you give him kids. he would never whine about being stuck with diaper duty or homework because you already did so much giving him his girls. it’s only fair that he takes care of them—including you.

During Christmas break, your girls came home giggling. It took you days to get them to finally tell you what was going on, and you made them swear not to tell their Dad what happened. They had both met someone they liked over the term and had asked you to help them owl them.

“As a woman, I’m thrilled,” you explained, speaking in a hushed whisper in the kitchen. “And I want to hear all about it. But as your Mother, I’m begging you not to tell your Dad. Do you remember what First Year was like and you two came home talking about all the cute boys at school?”

Your eldest groaned in her chair, looking at her sister. “We’re silent till summer, got it?”

“Got it.”

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You woke up the next morning to shouting coming from the kitchen. You rushed out of bed to find your two eldest sitting at the table, their heads in their hands. Mattheo was standing across from them, your youngest in his arms innocently looking up at him.

Your eldest looked up once you walked in. “Help. I’m begging you.”

“Mattheo,” you scolded, giving him a stern look. “They’re our girls—they’re smart, and they’re ready for this. You should be happy they came to one of us first.”

“But they’re my little girls,” he whined, shutting his mouth when your eldest piped in.

“We’re not little, Dad. Not anymore.”

You watched his face fall, his chest tightening. You gently took your youngest from his arms, passing her to her sisters. You motioned to the living room, nodding your head.

“Go sit down for a bit, girls. We’ll be right out, yeah?”

They nodded, filing out together. You could hear them whispering as they sat on the couch, giggling. You turned back to Mattheo, gently guiding him backwards until he fell into a seat. He looked up at you with a pout, heaving out a sigh.

You smiled down at him, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Do you remember when we met at Hogwarts? We were so lucky that I was smart enough for the both of us. Who knows what kind of trouble we could have gotten into if I let you lead.”

“We got into enough trouble,” he murmured, his tone sour.

You rolled your eyes, reaching down to grip his hands. You leaned forward, your knees knocking with his.

“Listen to me. Our girls are smart—they’ve got their Mother’s intuition, thank Merlin for that. And one day, they’re gonna grow up. But that’s a far day from today. They’re not getting married, love. It’s just a crush. They want to send an owl.”

You squeezed his hands, nodding for him to turn his head to look out into the living room. He turned to see your girls all sitting on the couch together, the youngest in the eldest’s lap. Your older girls were making faces and sounds, trying to get the little one to laugh. She was looking up at her sisters with wide eyes and a bright smile, breathy chuckles pulled from her chest. You smiled, turning back to Mattheo.

You hooked your finger under his jaw, turning him back to face you. “They’re still your little girls, Matty…they’ll always be your little girls. But we have to help them grow into women. And they need their Dad to help them do that.”

Mattheo sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your stomach. You threaded your fingers through his hair, holding him close to you.

“You’re my best girl, you know that?” He murmured into your stomach.

A warm feeling spread through your chest as you smiled. Your daughters interrupted you before you could speak, the middle one shielding hers and the youngest’s eyes.

“Ew! Stop being gross, Dad!”

Mattheo chuckled, leaning back to look up at you. He glanced over at his daughters, absentmindedly reaching for one of your hands. He interlaced your fingers together, letting out a—this time, content—sigh.

“You’re right. It is going to be a far day.”

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Regulus Black:

i feel like regulus would be a very chill parent.

i don’t think he particularly likes children, but he would love his own. he’d adore them when they were all little and cute.

he definitely would be really good at disciplining them. he never has to raise his voice or get physical, he just gives them a look and calmly explains to them what he expects, and they’re content to listen to him. it’s so different than how he was raised, and he would promise you that he’d do better with them than his parents did with him.

he’d be really afraid of hurting them like his parents did. you’d have to assure him every time he felt like he was doing a bad job with them.

when they’re older, they’re totally momma’s boys and girls. when they’re children they couldn’t get enough of him, but as they get older they’d start leaning towards you. he wouldn’t even mind the favoritism, because you’re his favorite too, of course his kids would be smart like their dad.

You and Regulus had a little boy and a little girl together, the boy a few years older than the girl. Sometimes your little boy would play a little rough with her, not understanding that he was too big to be getting that excited with her.

You’d catch them in the yard, him chasing her around while she dawdled and squealed. You watched through the window, calling Regulus over to come watch. Regulus smiled as he came from your bedroom, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he peered out the window. But your little girl tripped after a while, and your boy was quick to tumble after her, laughing as he fell. He was still giggling when he sat back up, but she sat up with tears streaming down her face.

You quickly rushed out the back door, panic settling in your chest. “What did I tell you about playing rough with your sister? She’s too little, darling!”

You tried your best to remain calm, but you just couldn’t do it. Regulus, however, was as calm as ever. He followed you out the door, walking over to scoop up your daughter. He sat down in the grass with her, cradling her in his lap.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He asked her, gently shushing her. “You’re alright, it’s okay. Just breathe.”

While you were too busy calming yourself down, you failed to pick up on the shock on your little boy’s face. He was wide eyed, taking rapid breaths. Once your girl was calm, Regulus held his arm out for your boy.

“It’s alright. Everyone is fine. We just have to be careful, yeah? Can you remember that?”

Your boy nodded, and Regulus gave him a grateful smile, pulling him in for a hug. You watched in awe, finally pulling yourself together. You took a breath, sitting down in the grass next to your kids. Your little girl was quick to switch to your lap, wrapping her arms around your waist. You hugged her tight to you, smoothing your hand over her hair.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” you said, reaching your free hand for your boy’s. “You just scared me. I know you didn’t mean it.”

Regulus nodded, giving you a smile before grinning down at his kids. “Lots of excitement this morning, huh? Barely nine in the morning and we’ve already given your poor mum a heart attack. I vote we spend the rest of the morning inside, yeah?”

Your kids nodded, standing up and running inside like nothing had happened. Regulus stood after, offering his hands to you before pulling you up and into his chest. You pressed your cheek into him as you hugged him, letting out a breath.

“You’re a good dad.”

Regulus smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re a good mum, darling. The best.”

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A/N - Hi! Hope you liked these! Thank you again for the request, I really enjoyed writing this :)

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verystrxxwberry · 1 year ago

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Hi my amazing friend aleksandr, I wanted to request fart headcanons for TO and ANE routes thank you so much. You better do this request or I'm kidnapping your dog. Do you have any problem with farts?

ELDARYA; fart headcanons

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: TO & New era routes, crack, FARTING (a little bit disgusting probably idk) ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: No... there's no problem with farting. Lina, you’re making me create cursed content. Sorry for any misspellings.

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EZAREL

Whenever he farts, he lets it be known proudly. He might be explaining to you a serious subject about how he once failed an experiment in his lab, almost exploding it, and suddenly says “but there is nothing more poisonous than this…” and you hear a big, loud, nasty crack.

You really gotta run to survive because this man somehow has a stinky chimney on his ass. Even he can't stand the smell from time to time.

Expect him to fart when it’s night time, right when the light has been off for a few minutes and the silence is so so loud… But his fart is louder.

Sometimes he might fart and trap you under the blanket so you can analyze closely the consistency and intensity of his gas <3. Very lovely.

Once in a sleepover after a party with Nevra and Valkyon, he farted on the vampire’s face. That was the closest Nevra has been to throw up his whole dinner without reaching the toilet. He had to wash his face for a long time, feeling very dirty. And since then he is traumatized about Ez’s farts…

Be prepared because you are his next victim… he respects you more though.

If you see his leg raising a little when you two are lying down, expect something terrible to happen.

You might wonder how bro didn’t make a hole in his boxers. And trust me, not even science can explain it.

Whenever you feel the need to fart, please do not be ashamed. He is the type to cheer you up to do it. If you are shy, he will reassure you by telling you that even Leiftan farts, and that’s almost impossible to believe. But come on! The day you do, he will literally clap and then say “sorry, babe, I still win to poison living beings.”

Nah but if your fart really stinks, you’d win his respect.

He can help you to fart doing the baby pose :D

NEVRA

He has a reputation to maintain as the sexy leader of a guard, do not make him dirty…

But everytime he gets to go to the bathroom and he farts, he lets out a moan from the time he has been holding it. And you can recognize he isn't doing anything naughty because of the type of moan it is.

He will make pressure in his ass cheeks to not let any gas escape in public.

Usually he walks away when he has to do so, and when someone gets near after he quietly farts, he gets really nervous. What if it smelled…? Luckily his farts are a contrast to his personality, because they are shy and short, so innocent and tiny.

Somehow they only smell once he eats fruits. He once farted before approaching you and somehow the smell followed him, but with a lovely strawberry scent (based on a personal experience).

He doesn’t have any problem with you farting as long as it is far from his face. But like, REALLY far. And sorry but if it stinks he is gonna try to not cry from the horror and whine “You are lucky I love you..”. That means he has to accept everything about you… even your farts…

That doesn’t mean that you can’t fart being with him, of course. You can, but if you feel that it’s gonna be heavy, try to not be too close to him if you don’t wanna make him faint. (He loves you)

VALKYON

He is not ashamed of farting, but he does it strategically to not do it at certain moments because he is aware of how disrespectful it could be to fart in a meeting or a serious talk.

He clears his throat to hide the short but firm fart, which sometimes he can’t cover too well. But it’s fine, he simply accepts the defeat and says “Excuse me, I just farted.”

They won’t smell unless he eats a lot before it. And please forbid him from eating spicy meals before bed or you will suffer the consequences (your toilet too).

The first time he farted in front of Ezarel, he almost spits the water as he found it really funny how a serious and intimidating guy like Valkyon could be able to release such unserious and amusing fart.

He doesn’t mind if you laugh, he’d simply chuckle or smile subtly.

He wakes up at night, a little bit confused about what was that vibrating thing on his asscheek at that hour. But guess what. It was his own self. He gets startled when he sleeps by his own gas.

Valkyon doesn’t mind if you fart, not at all. He might encourage you, rubbing your belly softly “no need to hide yourself, simply do it.” He mutters to you, and then he keeps acting normally.

He doesn’t mind the smell either, it’s completely alright. If it stinks he’s simply gonna stay there, normally without changing his expression a bit.

He will chuckle a little if he sees you are embarrassed though, but not to humiliate you. Whoever humiliates you for farting will receive a nice scolding by him.

LEIFTAN

You barely know when he does.

He knows it is natural but still… he refuses to fart in front of anyone. He trusts you and wouldn’t mind if you fart with him, but his shy ass closes as never before when it comes to farting in front of anyone….

You once got worried about him. Did he even fart? Was his body capable of retaining gasses? Then you begged him to fart. “Leiftan, it’s not recommended to hold back your farts! Please, you are with me, there’s no need to be shy…”

He is red as a tomato and wondering why is he in that situation “I… I promise I do fart, but in my intimacy…” And you saw him so flustered that you stopped the conversation there, at least relieved to know that he knows how to fart.

They are angelic, airy and barely smell.

He feels stomach aches when he is anxious and that makes him want to fart constantly, a thing that unfortunately makes them smell not so good. He would go to the bathroom if he had the time… if not you would hear that soft “ffffff…”

OH, he did fart! You looked at him with a proud smile. He coughs a little and looks away “Sorry, it was an accident…”

When you do, he wonders if you don’t feel any kind of shame. He won’t judge you! He admires your courage to do such a thing no matter the sound or smell. He won’t make any show about it, or comment about it. He had smelled the scent of dead corpses, that’s even worse, so you’re completely fine.

LANCE

Silent but deadly… And he will NEVER confess it was him. He would look around as he is on a meeting for the next mission, and once he checks that there is no one looking at him, he literally stares somewhere around the room and loosens up his ass a little.

Then it escapes...

The people in that room will suffer for five minutes until the smell fades, but he’d act along with their mates, doing the same expression to act as if he didn’t expect someone to almost shit their pants (knowing he was the one doing it).

It’s alright, when he is with you he warns first. He doesn’t want to make you disgusted about him…

He normally stands up and goes for a walk to fart alone.

If someone asks him why he is walking alone he’d say that he was unwinding his mind but he was actually unwinding his ass.

Stares at anyone who seems to want to approach after he farts, trying to intimidate them so they don’t get close. He is genuinely scared of them noticing.

He’s alright with you farting, but he can’t stand the smell as good as his brother. He is like a grumpy grandpa sometimes, forgive him..

He’d literally sigh and ask “you farted, right?”. You can feel his eyes judging you. It’s ok though, he’d be worried if you didn’t fart.

You can use your farts as a threat whenever you want him to do something.

MATHIEU

He is the type to fart when coughing hard, sneezing or laughing his ass off. The way he is laughing as his ass is like “Pff…pf.-pf-pft– pffft-” is also so funny that you can’t help but laugh at him. Everything is laughter until you receive a stinky deadly smell.

Lance never complains when it’s not necessary, but you would see him getting bothered by Mathieu’s massive poisonous farts. “Fucking hell, Mathieu” he groans, using his hand to move away that smell, even if it is flying around the three of you.

There would be competence between Ezarel’s and Mathieu’s stinky farts if they met. The winner would never be clear though.

He is genuinely gonna get offended if you rate his farts as a 5/10. Wth he deserves a solid 10 minimum.

He is capable of analyzing farts and identifying who do they belong to. (He is a lil weird)

Sometimes they sound so… terribly wrong that you wonder if he might have shit his pants. There’s a chance, yeah.

He takes your farts as a war declaration, and he will almost instantly fart back.

And honestly, he doesn’t care if you fart in front of him or not, he can deal with it like a soldier and won’t think too much about it.

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fuckingmilkovich · 2 years ago

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BACKSTABBER by KESHA

carl gallagher x f! reader | angst | bad ending in

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❛why you did this to me?! you fucking ruined my life! are you doing this because you hate me? you never gave a shit about me i shouldn’t trust you in the first place❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

CARL wasn’t the greatest boyfriend you could ask for, but he just stole your heart with his charisma and that stupid smirk on his face. he was your first boyfriend in your entire life, so obviously you were so excited about that experience. you wanted to impress him, because you knew what a player carl was and that you needed to interest him with your person, even if you were with him for a few months.

you weren’t the most fun person in the world; you just lived like a normal teenager, not like gallagher’s. so that was strange that he asked you out one day. he was handsome, and you liked his rebellious side sometimes. you were so happy when carl asked you to be his girlfriend because you never thought that someone could find you attractive.

you wanted to show him that you weren’t that boring and innocent, so you started sending him photos. at first, it was only a picture of you in underwear, but he started to ask about more nudity. you were insecure that he would leave you if you didn’t send him these photos. so you did it. and that was a huge mistake, but you were clueless.

after this carl started to distance himself from you, but he always had an excuse for his actions. and you blindly believed him, because why would he lie to his girlfriend?

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝what kind of fucking friend are you? what the fuck? i’ve trusted you. you’re fucking coward and i would have never done this to you. i would never done this to you ❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

one day, he asked you if you wanted to go out to his friend’s party. you obviously said yes because you hadn't spent time with each other lately and you missed him. you’ve spent ages getting ready for this party; you wanted to look stunning for carl. you picked up your best dress and asked your mom to do your makeup.

the party was normal; everyone was drunk as fuck, but you didn’t mind, even if you weren’t the drink type of person. you were looking for carl, because he disappeared a few minutes ago. you found him standing at the table next to the tv.

“hi everyone! so i know you were waiting for a result from my challenge.” everyone started to clap; only you were so confused about this situation, but you just joined the rest of the people clapping.

your smile faded when you saw on the screen these pictures you sent him and a few videos he must have recorded without your permission, showing you and carl having sex. you didn’t listen to what carl was saying; you felt like it wasn’t real. please this must be a dream you thought. you didn’t realize that you were crying.

every single person started to laugh and record your reaction, you were only a fucking bet, and you knew that it was weird that carl started to find you interesting. but you thought that finally someone would really love you. you were wrong. once again.

you left the party, with a broken heart and ruined social life.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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tatakaebomb · 3 years ago

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Hardcore Stutty non con the filthest thing could be said to reader I'm thinking Atsumu, Suna, Kuroo or kenma

I did all four, scenario type things :) enjoy.

- ash

tw : non con, dub con (?), smut, cervix fucking, fingering, nipple play, oral (m+f), i consensual filming, yandere themes, perverted thoughts, sadism, vouyerism (?), dark themes, probs more, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.1k

・❥・Kuroo Tetsuro

- He had you choked by your throat, back arched back as your ass began clapping on his bare thighs, tears streaming down your throat as he wouldnt stop until he bred you. He wanted that cunt plugged and fucked so hard he could feel his sperm swimming in your stomach.

- You started off as his pretty assistant, so obedient and sweet for him, but he wanted more from you always, always catching the swell of your breasts cupped from your shirt. Your hips expanse in your skirt, and the sway in your walk. You were so sexy, just his type, he couldn’t wait to take you home one day and take you all in, and I guess that day had to be today.

- ‘Mmm- too much’

- ‘Can feel me cant you hm?’ He asks, hand pushing against your swollen stomach, chest filled with pride

- ‘A-ahh FUCK!’

- ‘I told you you’d like it, fucking slut’ a small condescending laugh escaping his lips as he watched your reflection in the table, your perfect makeup smudged and smeared. Nipples swollen from the pinching of his harsh fingers and ass red and sore from all the spanking he did.

- The office was dead at this hour, everyone gone home so he knew your helpless screaming meant nothing - he had the upper hand, and he wasn’t gonna stop until you admitted yourself into being his personal sex slave. His one and only, the one that takes their clothes off at just the click of his fingers, pretty poses and your sweet lips wrapped around his overworked cock without him even having to ask.

- He would of done anything to make you his, he needs someone as beautiful as you, as sexy, and as perfect to hold his seed.

- You will be his.

・❥・Rintaro Suna

- ‘Yeah, smile like that baby want everyone to see them pretty lips.’ Was his words as he pushed you down on his cock, your throat retching and mouth aching from how long he’s had you sucking him off. Drool pooled around your cleavage and mouth, some even dribbling on the floor. Messy, just how he liked it.

- You were his manager, the one that helped with his team. Gave them their motivational talks, helped them get anything they need. It didn’t help that you were so pretty along it, such a pretty smile and so sweet at all times. Even when EJP lost games, you were still there, patting his back and telling him to get them next time.

- So when he saw you struggling in the supply closet, reaching upwards to try grab something, he took his chance, pushing you down forcefully on his cock. Ejaculating straight down your throat over and over until you can taste his urine. He wants everything he can get of you and he knew you were getting off to this. Such a whore for him.

- ‘Your wet arent you?’ He dragged you off, examining your beaten face.

- ‘Suna please…’ a cry bubbled from your throat as your glossy lips stared up at him, begging him for mercy on you. It’s not your fault you got so wet, you liked your men dominant.

- Your legs were so weak, you felt so used but he couldn’t help but get hard again over that, smearing his cock against your bruised lip, watching the way you squint your eyes shut and furrow you brows, knowing that there’s nothing to do with how he’s about to fuck you next

- ‘Open those fucking legs and keep that mouth shut, unless you want the rest of the team seeing this video?’

- Let’s just say, he wants as much as you as he can get

・❥・Atsumu Miya

- You was his next door neighbour. The attractive one, the one with the nice hair and good figure. Always working out, always active, always so greeting.

- Single, Young, Flirty and thriving. Just something a man like him once to rub his cock off too every now and then, wants you to push your beautiful tits together and jack him off - his mind was curious, and you helped fuel that.

- It was almost inevitable you two was to get so close so fast, and for him to invite you over to dinner one day just to have you be the actual meal took you off guard, especially because he lost all his asking manners.

- ‘Atsumu p-please a-ah no p-please…’ you moan, gripping the table as you attempt to kick him off, his strong grip on your thighs making you immobile, tongue feasting into your wet cunt as you force out your third orgasm already.

- It was horrible that he was so good at this, the growing erection in his pants tightening every time you sighed out a whine, a little disapproving message saying how you don’t want this, when he knew you were lying, you were always so bad at lying.

- ‘Tastes so fucking good, been keeping this from me hm?’ He asks, glaring up at you with his pretty, hungry eyes. Your juices splattered all over his tongue - embarrassment spread over your cheeks.

- You were so comforting, always there with him to watch a film, or share a meal, a little kiss planted on his lips was the furthest you guys ever went.

- He caught you staring at him, watching him work out in his garden, he could hear your small moans from your thin walls, he knew what time you masterbated and even deducted it down to the type of porn you watch.

- So do you blame a man for wanting more?

・❥・Kenma Kozume

- ‘FUCK!’ You scream, back arched and legs teared apart by his stronger body, fingers pushed deep inside your pussy as his cock was joined along side it, slow thrusts of his hips had you going feral, body so weak and tired under him. But he wouldn’t stop, not after how terrible his streaming went, he needed someone to blame, and sadly you - his roommate - was the closest thing.

- Being kind was always on the top of your list, you were so sweet to kenma and he knew that, but he just loved it. The caring motherly figure you thought to always take on.

- You heard him shout, throw his headphones on the floor as he angrily stormed around the room. Knocking on the door, he let you in. You let him rant to you, use you as a warm Bath even - only for the glint in his eyes to turn red and next thing you know you were pinned under him. Cum spilt all over your body as he used you as the sex toy he’s always wanted too.

- ‘Shut up- so fucking LOUD’ he deeply thrusted into you, a silent scream leaving your lips, eyes red and cried out. Tits swollen and cervix practically bruised from how much he’s played you out.

- Could you blame him? Such a pretty roommate, always wearing short shorts and tight tops with no bra’s letting your nipples play out under his sight, all he wants is a glass of water and there you are, always approaching him with your kind smile and warm hugs. The erection in his pants not always so easy to hide as you mindlessly grind into it, relieving him of some of his built up tension.

- He wanted you one day to himself, wanted to use that tight pussy as a cum bank every time he got annoyed at his profession

- You were such a fucking tease - can you blame him for doing this?

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harlowsbby · 3 years ago

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Bitter Part 2

Embarrassed, Humiliated, hurt is all of the emotions running through you at once. You thought he loved you or at least cared about you or something you weren’t sure but Jack Harlow could never ever get back in your good graces.

“Y/N can you slow down Y/N! slow down fuck.” Urban grunted after Urban went off on Jack he was quickly after you trying to get you to clam down.

“I don’t want to talk right now Urban please leave me alone.” You whimpered your tears streaming down your face. After everything that just went down back at Sunni’s house the last thing you wanted to do was talk to anybody. You cried harder as you struggled to get your keys from your pocket and that’s when Urban was able to get to you he grabbed you softly and you immediately broke down into his chest.

“Urban I thought I.. I thought he loved me Urban I really and truly did and maybe I should’ve listened to the voice in my head that said this was too good to be true but in some type of hopeless romantic way I thought it wasn’t just a fairytale.” Urban wasn’t sure what came over Jack and why he would even chose to do something that cruel to you but that didn’t matter in this moment the only thing that mattered was getting you home.

“Come on Y/N let’s get you home I think you’ve had enough drama and thrill for the night.” Laughing softly you nodded and handed Urban the keys before getting in the car.

The following morning you woke up to your phone buzzing and ringing, groaning as you rolled over eyes still closed as you reached for your phone. After about three failed attempts of reaching for your phone you finally got it. Your eyes closed at first then reopened slightly trying to adjust to the brightness at the screen.

Once they did you felt as if you were about to cry all over again. On Instagram and on Snapchat you were tagged in videos of last night. You clicked on one that showed Jack and You clearly.

“You were just a bet Y/N you’d think I’d actually lower my standards for a girl like you?” Sunni and them laughed at Jack’s hurtful words being thrown at you. You whimpered before turning off your phone and throwing it against the wall which startled a certain somebody.

“Y/N? Are you good.” Urban’s voice came from the other side of the door, Urban decided it was best to spend the night with you and help get your mind off what had happened he planned to take you out today on him and just help you forget all about Jack.

“I’m okay Urban and you can come in.” He opened the door and smiled softly upon seeing you he frowned seeing the dried tears on your face after last night when you had fallen asleep Jack had called Urban asking where the two of you went.

“So the two of you are fucking is what you’re telling me?” Jack’s words slurred as he attempted to talk straight he excused himself from the party when he realized he couldn’t find you or Urban anywhere.

“Do you hear yourself Jack honestly I don’t understand what the hell came over you honestly. Maybe put down the alcohol that you never drink and stop acting like a damn child Jack. Thanks to how easily influenced your ass is you just lost the best damn girl in Louisville.” With that Urban hung up leaving Jack alone in his thoughts.

“Well instead of being all sad and depressed today I wanna take you out Y/L so come on go get dressed.” Urban clapped his hands together trying to get the mood set right for today. He just wanted you to be happy and sitting in bed all day and sulking over Jack wasn’t apart of the list. You decided on a pair of tan cargo pants with a black long sleeve crop with your black and white dunks.

“You ready to go stink?” Smiling you nodded and grabbed your purse and followed Urban out the door. On the way to the mall you noticed Jack kept texting and calling you nonstop, you wanted to answer his calls you really did but after what he pulled last night maybe just acting like he never existed was the best thing to do. Urban glanced over to you a few times noticing how quiet you became.

“How about the first stop of the day we get some Korean face mask and some Korean snacks I heard they got new ramen flavors.” Raising your brows at him and shook your head in a knowing matter.

“I thought today was about me are you sure it isn’t about you?” Urban smacked his lips and shrugged his shoulders before turning his attention back to you.

“Come on Y/N you know it can’t fully be about you. You want the privilege of being on aux?” On the rest of the car ride to the Korean store the two of you just sang and did dumb car ride activities you found on your phone. While Urban was attempting to rap along to one of Lil Baby’s songs playing you couldn’t help but to admire Urban.

It was something about him maybe it was his personality or the way he truly gave no fucks on who saw him acting a fool or was it his blue eyes that felt like you were getting hypnotized every-time you looked in them you weren’t sure but one thing for sure was that you were falling for Urban and you were falling fast.

You were so lost in your trance that you didn’t feel Urban shaking you.

“Hello earth to Y/N were here, what’s wrong with you weirdo.” You blinked and smiled bashfully you couldn’t believe he just saw you looking at him.

“Well come on all the different ramen is calling my name.” After buying literally every single flavor of ramen they had in the store Urban and You just went around Louisville hitting different spots to shop at and eat at till heading over to Forecastle since Jack was performing tonight. Performing at Forecastle was one of Jack’s dreams growing up you smiled remembering all the times you spent sneaking in with them all and all the times you all almost got caught.

After everything that happened last night the last thing you wanted to do was show your face especially since so many people have probably seen the video by now.

When Urban pulled up to Forecastle the nerves and anxiety started kicking in. You weren’t sure if you were ready to see Jack yet but you weren’t about to let him or anybody ruin your night.

“Hey you got this and if anything happens we can leave alright.” Urban’s hand rubbed your arm slightly making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. You smiled and nodded rubbing his hand as well before the two of you got out the car being faced immediately with Sunni and Clay.

“Well I guess we know where he’s been or he’s been doing all day.” Sunni snickered making Clay roll his eyes at Sunni before smiling at you and pulling you into a hug.

“How you feelin? I heard about last night I’m sorry Y/N.” Clay whispered you smiled weakly at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve been through way worse I’ll be okay Clay thank you for checking on me though.”

“It’s no problem lil sis.” Sunni glared at the two of you he didn’t understand why everyone loved you so much he knew deep down inside you had that spark in you that you had that crazy in you and he intended on brining it out.

“Well let’s go meet up with Neelam and Jack in the back and then we can go walk around get some food or something to drink.” Clay said and you all nodded before following him along to where Jack was. On the way there you saw a few familiar faces from the party last night you looked down avoiding their gaze but their whispers and laughs didn’t help at all. Crossing your arms over your chest you got a bit closer to Urban who looked down at you and noticed the frown on your face he looked back up to the people looking at you before glaring at them making them immediately stop.

You all made it backstage where Jack was going over songs and going over what he was going to do with Neelam and the rest of the crew. Neelam looked up hearing footsteps coming closer she smiled once she saw you.

“Y/N! I missed you so much I’m so happy you’re here I don’t think I could’ve handled another day alone with these boys.”

“Boys?! We’re very much men.” Urban gasped dramatically making you laugh.

“Well at least some of us are.” You muttered but Sunni heard you loud and clear.

“What was that Y/N? I don’t think anybody heard you great. You wanna say it again?” What was his issue you never did anything to Sunni so you never understood why he was was treating you this way.

“I said.. I said nothing just forget about it.” Smirking in approval Sunni walked off with Clay to get some beers. While everyone stood there awkwardly till Neelam cleared her throat.

“Well Urban I was thinking about getting some pictures taken so I can post on instagram you wanna help me?” Urban nodded but before he left he grabbed your face softly making your eyes widened as well as Jack’s.

“You gonna be good here alone? You can come too if you want.” Looking behind Urban for a second you saw Jack’s jaw tighten at how Urban was touching you. You drew your attention back to Urban his clam and gentle eyes making you melt immediately in his touch.

“I’ll be okay Urb if something happens I’ll call you.” You whispered and he smiled and nodded before squeezing your face slightly making you giggle.

“I’ll see you later stink.” Urban left with Neelam now leaving only Jack and You there was a few crew members but they were busy getting the set together.

Jack knew he needed to apologize but after thing he called you and said to you last night he didn’t think an apology was enough. He hated himself when he watched videos that had been posted he truly felt like a monster, the way your face fell and broke while he laughed and threw hateful words at you mad him hate himself.

“You know I know an apology is the last thing you wanna hear right now but I’m really sorry Y/N for everything I said and did.” You huffed and rolled your eyes Jack but his lip and walked closer to you and when you didn’t move he took it as a sign to come closer.

“Please just talk to me Y/N I really do love you and that bet God I wish I never did that at first yeah I just saw you as a bet at first but I fell for you and I fell for you hard and I love you Y/N I want you to be my girl.” Facing Jack you didn’t know what to do you examined him not knowing if he was being serious or was he just bluffing. While the two of you were talking Sunni was behind the certain.

“How do I know you aren’t lying Jack you know you hurt me yesterday.” Your voice cracked and Jack frowned taking both your hands into his and brining them up to his lips kissing them softly.

“I’m sorry ma everything I said last night I didn’t mean it please just give me a chance please.” Was be worth giving another chance? You’ve always had feelings for Jack and maybe just maybe you should forgive him.

“Fine I’ll give you another chance but don’t fuck this up.” He laughed and picked you up spinning you around making you squeal and giggle.

“Put me down Jack put me down I’m gonna throw up.” Hitting the back of his back he stopped and put you down he couldn’t help but to smash his lips onto yours which honestly caught you by surprise but you melted into the kiss anyways, 12 year old you would’ve been on her ass by now.

You moaned softly into the kiss gripping Jack’s arms a bit tighter making him smirk before his hands made their way to your ass. You were both so into it that you didn’t hear Urban and Sunni come in from behind the two of you.

“Guess your girl made her choice huh Urb.” Sunni laughed and patted Urban’s back before leaving him heartbroken watching the girl he loved and has been crushing on for the longest being taken away from him yet again by his best friend.

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claraswritings · 3 years ago

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I Want You To Want Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: llanguage, a reference to period typical attitudes to sexuality but nothing extensive, erm making out…and Reader is Chrissy’s sister. Unbeta’d so if you see any spelling errors - no you didn’t. I’ll correct them later

Summary : Robin likes Chrissy, Jason likes Chrissy - Chrissy can’t date until her sister does. Inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You

Notes: 1. I have never written Eddie before and I’m nervous to post this… And 2. I am not from the US and my knowledge of the school system is basic . Reader, Eddie, Jason and Robin- last year of high school. Chrissy - one year below.

***

Robin had toyed with asking the pretty girl in the romance section if she needed help at least six times since she’d entered Family video ten minutes ago and now as she watched as the girl check her watch and headed for the exit, she was kicking herself

“Bye,” Robin muttered as she returned the girls wave and resisted the urge to drop her head to the counter.

“Say Steve?” She kept her eyes on the door for customers but tilted her head back, calling for her co-worker.

“Yeah?” Steve appeared from around the corner where he was re stocking the horrors.

“What’s the deal with…Chrissy Cunningham?” Robin’s voice dropped just low enough so that only Steve could hear her even though it was only the two of them in the store.

“I thought you’d know her, she’s one grade below you right?” Steve slid over the counter narrowly avoiding the stack of VHS tapes. He regained his composure, straightened his vest and started manually scanning them back in.

Robin rolled her eyes. She’d told Steve about how she’d developed a crush on a girl at school but hadn’t exactly mentioned who despite Steve’s pestering and now, he was being completely oblivious “No dingus…I mean…”

Steve held up his hands “Oh you mean…” he scratched his jaw as he thought. Due to him being a few years apart from Chrissy, he’d never really spoken to her. “I don’t know.” He answered.

You on the other hand had only been one grade below him and he remembered you. He’d been there when you’d reversed into Tommys new convertible deliberately and when you’d punched Curt Baxter so hard he’d wound up with six stitches in his lip. Tina had told the new kids you were a witch and they’d believed her.

You did little to shake the anti-social loser label. Your reputation preceded you so much so that now people left you alone and Steve sensed that was how you liked it.

“Erm… either way…don’t even think about it,” he dropped his voice “Chrissy can’t date until her sister does,”

“Her sister as in…” Robin knew of you, you were in the same Spanish and Math classes and she had seen you in action.

“Yep.” Steve nodded “Their mom doesn’t want Chrissy dating. So there’s a rule,” he gestured with one of the empty boxes. “She can’t until [Name] does, so um… my advice? Move on,” Steve clapped his friend on the shoulder before moving back to scanning in the returns.

“No come on, Steve, I need to just talk to her… I need to know if there’s even the slightest chance… please,” Robin leant forward and yanked one of the tapes out of his hands. “Please?” She pressed.

Steve sighed “Fine, look you didn’t hear this from me but her sister was in here the other day with Ellen Evans talking about how their mom won’t let Chrissy focus on her French because she’s pushing her with the cheerleading so much and now she’s failing and well… you’re like crazy good with languages…”

“Oh my god Steve, that’s perfect!” Robin handed him back the VHS. “I owe you one!”

“Can you cover me on Thursday? Lynn wants to go-,”

Robin groaned “Absolutely not, Harrington,” she cut off Steve before he could elaborate on his date. “We’re still forgetting one obvious problem…Who can we get to take out…[Name]?”

“Oh no. Nonono, not me” Steve shook his head before Robin could ask him for that to be her favour. “Trust me, If she made Carol cry once, she’ll eat me alive… plus I doubt I’m her type.”

He bit his tongue, wracking his brain for potential dates. “Leave it with me. I’ll have a list,”

***

Within ten minutes Steve’s already short list had been whittled down to zero. Steve balled the list up and threw it into the bin.

“I told you it’s a lost cause.”

The familiar chime of the door went off and Robin looked over at the new releases. The guy who’d walked in was tall with long dark hair and was wearing a denim vest covered in patches for bands she’d never heard of over a leather jacket.

“What about him?” Robin tilted her head.

“Eddie the freak Munson?” Raising an eyebrow Steve considered it. He’d never seen you have any clashes with him so that was a start. Eddie definitely wasn’t one of the popular kids you hated so he’d at least be able to talk to you without getting the full brunt of your angry bitch attitude plus Dustin seemed to think he was great. Maybe he could be an option

“Actually… you know, it just might work but you need a way in…like offer him something…you can’t just ask him that, he needs to get something from it…”

“Free rentals?” Instantly Robin stopped herself “Nah we need…something more…Money! we need money…” she looked over at Steve who was drumming a hand on the counter “We could pay him?”

“With what money? My dads practically cut me off so I can’t pay…” he muttered “There’s gotta be someone who can at that school…”

Robin considered it. “I saw Chrissy getting into Jason Carvers’ car yesterday… I mean he’s into her and he’s rich… and stupid” Robin pointed out “But we need someone who can talk to him, I can’t..” she looked down then up at Steve “obviously.”

Steve nodded, understanding his friends worry. “Yeah of course, look Lucas knows Jason right. He can tell Jason about the whole Chrissy dating when [Name] does right? Then he suggests,” Steve nodded his head over at Eddie “Jason will buy it cause it comes from Lucas right? He likes Lucas, I’ll talk to Lucas, I’ll say it’s a friend but not you, okay? I’ll tell him it’s like Keith or something.”

Robin considered it for a moment before she gave Steve a small smile “Thank you.” She paused “But I’m still not covering you on Thursday,”

****a few days later****

“Hey,”

You looked up from your book and found Eddie Munson sitting opposite you as casual as he liked, like he always sat there. Acting like you were the best of friends.

“Hello.” You retuned his greeting, waiting for the big reveal.

You closed your book, confused as to why he was suddenly talking to you. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him. You didn’t know him other than he’d occasionally go on eccentric rants at lunch baiting the likes of the basketball team and earning him nicknames like freak and weirdo from the popular table.

“Can I help you” Was this a strange joke, you wondered as you folded your arms.

“I’m Eddie, How are you?” He was still grinning at you like you were long lost friends, one leg up on another empty chair.

“Pissed off and sweating my ass off because this schools run by tightasses who won’t turn on the aircon and in about ten minutes I have to go listen to Ms Jenkins teach us Hemingway. Yourself?”

“You sure know how to charm a guy don’t you,” Eddie raised an eyebrow and leant over the table slightly. His hand, casually twisted a leather band on his other wrist and you drew your eyes back up to meet his.

“Really? I have? Well consider that my life goal accomplished.” You clasped your hand to your heart with a smirk “But then again you’re here so clearly, I do have something you want,”

“So the graffiti in the boys is right”

He’d heard enough about you that he been popular and said similar he’d end up wearing your lunch but coming from him… you laughed, in what was probably the first time he’d ever heard you do so.

“I paid one of the newbies 5 bucks to scratch that off” the expression was on your face was straight-laced but he could tell you weren’t serious.

“I’d have done it for free.” He grinned at you, full smile on show.

“A gentleman.” You joked and stood up, pulling your bag over your shoulder. “I’m touched.”

“Will I see you Friday then?” Eddie was up and at your side within a few seconds, following you out of the cafeteria, hoping that came out smoother than it sounded.

“Friday? What do you mean?” You stopped in your tracks confused, giving him time to get in front of you.

“Some kid is having a party. I don’t think it’s completely his idea…You going?” Eddie passed you a scrunched up leaflet in a harsh orange.

The idea of party with half of the students at Hawkins High was not his idea of fun. He’d planned on swinging by, only to make some cash selling to meat heads at double the price.

“And you think I’m interested in going to a party with the people who go here? Im surprised you are.” You looked up at him, catching his eye as he pulled a face. A smirk found it’s way across your lips “Ohh.” You clicked “Gotcha. Gotta do what you gotta do.”

The thought of drunk popular kids shelling out daddies money to a fellow outcast made you smile.

He looked side to side before his expression softened a little. The corridor was quiet, just the two of you and a few of the kids who ran the newspaper down the other end. They were too engaged in their own conversation to pay you any attention.

“You’re not scared of me are you?” He asked as if he was genuinely curious.

“No..why? Should I be?” The nonchalance in your voice was evident. You knew the rumours but given that you’d had your fair share of them about you, it was pretty clear that chances of him being in some sort of sacrificial cult was zero.

“Look, forget the party. I don’t care…Let’s just do something” he carded a ringed hand through his dark hair.

“I’ll think about it.” You pressed the leaflet back to him with a half smile tweaking in your cheeks. You’d le lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this casual back and forth. “See you around.”

“I can pick you up” he asked again.

You chuckled a little at his forwardness. “I’m going to a gig on Friday. All-women rock band from out of town… It’s at…” you gestured “this small dive bar, Radleys… It finishes at ten. You can meet me after it.”

****Friday****

Eddie had been watching you from the bar for at least fifteen minutes. The music, whilst not completely awful, was not his thing so he’d instead occupied himself by just watching you. You looked so happy, such a far cry from your stoic attitude within the walls of Hawkins High that he couldn’t help but smile. It was you and the one other girl he’d seen you with sometimes, an arty girl, Ellen.

You were in purple pants with black blouse tied off at the waist due to the humidity of the bar and your hair which had been semi back combed was coming out of its hair grip from how you’d been dancing. Your mascara had smudged under your eyes but you’d never looked hotter. Whilst he watched you move to the music, he wondered if maybe you’d come to a Corroded Coffin gig to watch him. Maybe he’d ask you.

He waited for the guests to dwindle down and the band to begin an encore before making his way over

“Excuse me…”Eddie looked from you to Ellen. “I’m meeting a friend here…Have you seen her?”

You looked up at him and bit your tongue “I heard she’s a bit of a bitch,”

“You’ve misheard. I can tell you…incase you see her…she looks beautiful.”

At that moment, the bands encore was complete and Eddies compliment reverberated around the room, causing you to bring your palm to your face to conceal your laughter.

“So are you coming to hang out with me or do you just want a lift to the totally cool party,” Eddie adopted a poor impression of some of the cooler kids for the last four words and you laughed.

“I’ll…,” you hesitated, lingering on the words “let you decide.”

“I have an idea.” Eddie said. “Right this way, my lady,”

You waved a goodbye to Ellen who was tipsy and climbing in the back of her boyfriends pick up before turning back to him.

“Lead the way, good sir,” you gestured in a royal wave as he reciprocated by offering his arm in an over dramatic way.

A short drive later and Eddie had entered a trailer park and pulled up outside of one towards the middle before jumping out and helping you.

“You live here?” You asked, surveying the outside casually as you flopped into one of the chairs outside of the trailer as Eddie handed you a can of his uncles beer under the assurance that he wouldn’t mind. Your tone was one of curiosity more than derision, which was a welcome change.

He’d seen the house you lived in, big open plan kitchen, wrap around patio and big bay windows. This was a far cry from anything the Cunninghams were used to. If he ever drove down your street, he would not be surprised if some of the elderly curtain twitchers took down his plates or called the police at the out of place van.

“Yeah, with my uncle. I’ll give you a tour later if you like… Uncle Wayne works nights so I have the place to myself a lot, I know it’s not exactly a suburban dream but what do you expect.” Eddie shrugged and slid into the seat beside you, slouching down and cracking open a can for himself.

“Actually I think it’s pretty cool.” You shrugged and leant back, the look of surprise on Eddies face did not go unnoticed. “I wouldn’t mind getting something like this after graduation. I’ll find a job then sort something but I’d need one with a spare room so Chrissy can come stay with me.“

“You two close?”

“Yeah, we always have been… i mean obviously Chrissy’s the golden child. I think our mother gave up with me when I was…” you attempted to recall with a hand wave “I think maybe about 12? I don’t like how much she pushes Chrissy yknow? She doesn’t want her to turn out…like me. She’s my sister, we might be different but I still love her…I want her to have a normal life. Like right now, I’ve asked Ellen from my English class, her mom knows my mom, to say I was at this dumb party so Chrissy can go.”

“And Ellen won’t say you were with me?”

You took a drink and shifted around a little on the chair “She won’t remember, and even if she does…as long as she sticks to the story with her parents…it won’t get back to our mom so…Chrissy’s in the clear. She can say whatever she likes at school, I don’t care”

“You know…” Eddie sat up, placing his can on the rickety plastic table between your chairs looked at you, “I think turning out like you wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Your gaze was trained on him. “I think people have you all wrong.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing. I don’t think you’re what they say you are,” Your voice was quieter than usual but you made sure he could hear you, you felt it was important. “Not that I take much notice about what they say about me or you or anything, anyway.” you rose your eyebrows and took a drink

“Fuck it. People say all sorts about me. I live in a trailer park, my dads in prison, my mothers…” he stopped “I don’t know where she is…I’ve failed senior year…twice.” he held two fingers up dramatically “they’re going to talk”

“And they think Hellfire is a devil worship group?” Eddie stuck his tongue out dramatically before pulling an exaggerated scary face. He dropped it suddenly with a grin “We just play D&D.”

“You’re playing a game and they think you’re what sacrificing goats or something?” You laughed “God, that’s exactly why I hate high school.”

“Sometimes it’s fun to play up to it, if they’re going to call me a freak or whatever, I might as well go with it,” He bowed dramatically and then smiled at how you were nodding in agreement.

You couldn’t help but warm to him. This was the Eddie that his group were so in awe of and you could see why. Under it all, he was funny and friendly and the right kind of playful that it just put you at ease, you couldn’t help but admire it. He was actually…kind of sweet.

“You should come hang with us sometime.” He offered.

“Do I get to pick my own goat or do you choose?” You quipped making a mock throat slitting before breaking into another laugh. “Am I being recruited!” You clasped your hand to your mouth in a over dramatic display of surprise.

He elbowed you jokingly in the side and your chair toppled back . Within a second Eddie had reached out to stop it, pulling it toward as it balanced perilously on two legs, which made your laugh even louder, so much so one of the lights in the trailer opposite flicked on and an older man peered through the curtain, an annoyed look on his face.

Eddie called out an apology to the other resident and you stifled your laughter, catching your breath. He checked you were okay, only receiving a breathless nod in response.

Suddenly feeling the cold, he leant down and picked up the throw he’d brought from the sofa, passing it to you.

“I mean it. You should.” Eddie offered once more when you were settled under it. “We should hang out again.”

You liked this, just easy conversation under the dim light. The stars more visible here than anywhere in Hawkins. There was something here that just put you more at peace than you’d felt since you could remember.

You rested an arm on his chair and shuffled closer until the throw draped over you both and under the grey fabric, you noticed the first spark as you casually brushed your hand against his, Eddie linked his hands with yours and you savoured the cool silver against your skin as you rested your head in the nook of his shoulder.

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

He wouldn’t need to. You’d keep good on your word.

****short time skip****

You didn’t know exactly when you realised how much you liked Eddie. If it was the following evening when you went to one of the Hellfire Club nights. The other members had been confused as to your presence but Eddie had told them you were here with him and they’d settled into normal play as usual, even attempting to include you in their conversations. You watched attentively as the other guys were pulled into his campaign, seeing how passionate he was, and enjoying how animated he got when it all started to unfold

You didn’t know if it was the next Friday when you went to watch Crawlspace together at a movie theatre, just the two of you and got thrown out for laughing at how lame it was, and ended up hanging out in the Palace Arcade, trying to cheat the machines that paid out. You ended up just getting food and sitting in the back of his van.

Or if it was you went to watch his band, Corroded Coffin, play at the Hideout. You’d appeared just as he took the stage and due to the crowd being mostly tipsy locals, you got a place by a a table at the front easily. He’d seen you he’d gave you the biggest smile, winked and came off stage to hug you in between songs, loving how much you were getting into it.

If you had to guess it would be the first time he kissed you.

You’d skived off for probably only the second time in your life to go to a paintball arena in a forest just outside of town and that’s how you found yourself crouched behind a bay of hay, scouring the area, trying to wait for the slightest sound of where Eddie might be.

The pair of you were already completely covered in paint splattered overalls but you were now down to your last few and you hadnt seen Eddie in at least ten minutes. Damn, he was good. You popped your head up for a moment to try find him and almost a second later, a paintball went whizzing by you and exploding into vivid blue mere centimetres from your ear.

Deciding to see if you could bait him out, you pretended it had made contact and let out a small yelp. Eddie appeared from behind a hay bale almost as covered at you. “Shit.” You heard him “are you okay?”

His eyes fell on the point of impact against the straw then to you standing, one hand up, crossed fingers held up “Uh-oh, rookie mistake!” as your other hand reached for your bag of paint balloons.

“Ouch.” Eddie clutched his heart, pretending to have been hurt and took on a mock shocked voice “Cheating! What a dirty tactic!”

“Or did you just fall for the oldest trick in the book.” You smirked. “I’ll give you a two second head start.”

“I think…” Eddie stalked towards you and he wiped his hands on his overall. “You owe me…” he paused and his eyes flitted to the blue paint. “A free shot”

Holding your arms out and away from your bag of balloons. “Fair deal…I will take it…”

He took a few steps back threw a bright fuchsia balloon at you, and took off as it exploded on your shoulder. You flinched and when you reopened your eyes, he was gone.

How had you already lost him? You ran after him and rounded a secluded corner. Man, he was quicker than you’d expect.

“Never turn your back.” Eddie’s arms wrapped around your back, and spun you to face him. The movement was a little too quick and you wound up falling backwards, pulling him down with you and landing, cushioned by a hay bale, Eddie on top of you.

“Oops.” You laughed, as you lifted the goggles up and off your face, throwing them to the side.

“You have paint in your hair” Gesturing, you pushed some stray curls back from his face, before taking off his own pair of goggles. He’d made an attempt to tie his hair back into a low bun but it was in vain as his hair was escaping around his face.

“So do you.” Eddie reached up and brushed some dried in green out of your hair

And in that moment, there was a pause, a mutual exchange of understanding before Eddie brought his lips to yours, tilting your chin up with a paint stained thumb and forefinger. Your hand made its way from your side to his hair as he deepened the kiss, moving his other hand from behind you to your hip.

Your other hand found his back and pulled him closer to you, and he squeezed your hip through the overall and you felt yourself warm under his touch. It was such a soft and gentle gesture that you found yourself pulling him down closer to you.

You stayed like that, lips moving in motion against each others, his leg between yours until the sudden sound of people nearby reminded you, you were not alone.

“Eddie…” you muttered against his lips, pecking gently “We should…”

“Get out of here?” Eddie finished your suggestion, a hand coming to rest on your cheek, softly. You savoured the cool silver of his rings against your flushed skin and took a moment before nodding.

“I thought you’d never ask”

With a smile, he pulled you to your feet and took your hand in his.

***

It went on like this for two weeks. Eddie would wave you over to his lunch table and pull you down so you were sat with your legs draped over his, you’d spend your evenings together and sometimes you’d spend the night. Slow, lazy make out sessions had become your routine.

He’d kiss you by your locker and walk to you to your class. The jocks would stare and call the two of you all sorts but he didn’t care.

When he’d accepted Jason’s deal, he’d been expecting you to be different. You were like him in that you were seen as a weirdo, and a social outcast but you weren’t the bitch they painted you out to be.

You were a beautiful person. You were protective of Chrissy, defensive of the art freaks even if you weren’t really friends with them. He’d seen you push Chase against a locker when he’d attempted to harass Dustin Henderson. In being his girl, you’d taken it on yourself to look out for the Hellfire kids. You never judged anything about him or wanted him to be something else. He loved how you just accepted everyone as they were.

You liked feminist poetry, Thai cuisine, and you had a soft spot for arcade games. You read comics, you loved concerts- he knew all the vinyls you owned, and the videos you’d rented. You were brilliant, clever funny and didn’t take any shit. If he was honest, he was kicking himself that he hadn’t spoken to you sooner.

Jason had however asked for one final favour. Get you to go to the latest party so he could take Chrissy. Eddie had told him it was the last time he’d do it and snatched the $100 bill out of his hand, with more force than necessary.

****a few days later ****

Asking you had been easier than expected.

And that’s how you found yourself on the eve of the party, just hanging out in the back of his van outside of one of the cheerleaders homes. Occasionally someone you vaguely knew would come by, knock twice for some baggies but beside that the two of you were left relatively to it.

“I didn’t think you knew this song,” You picked on up the music coming from the tape deck.

Eddie shrugged. “It’s your favourite…you know after you told me that, I listened to it a bit, it’s easy to pick up on…” he mimed an air guitar “So maybe I’ll sing it to you one day…” His hand brushed your hair back before trailing down your arm and linking your hand with his.

You leant in and kissed him. “You know… a few weeks ago that would have been way too soppy for me…”

Eddie grinned back at you “You’re warming to me.”

“Might be.” You quipped giving him a wink, before leaning in to kiss him once more. The kiss grew more passionate, as he used his arms to pull you into him. Lips moving in sync as you wound up lying side by side, his hand on your hip, yours at the bottom of his shirt.

The moment however would not last. A sudden call made you sit up straight.

Jason was calling out as he approached, looking throughly pissed off.

“Oi freak.” He stormed up to Eddies van and stood at the back doors, a furious look on his face “You can forget the rest of the payment. I’m not paying you to suck face with the witch for nothing. Chrissy’s dumped me.”

You felt as if your stomach was about to jump up into your throat and out onto the gravel. You couldn’t even take in that Chrissy had dumped this asshole as your mind still lingered on the bit before that.

“Paid date, huh?” The scorn in your voice was clear. You should have known. You pushed out of the van and began making your way down the street, ignoring Eddie calling after you. He caught up to you quickly and grabbed your arm, spinning you to face him. You wrenched it back.

“Can you let me explain?” He held both of his hands up. “Please.”

Summoning every scrap of nerve you had left, you made yourself look up at him.

“What did you get? Payment now, double for third base, triple if you screw me?” You bit out, with a scoff “Actually you know what…don’t answer that. I don’t want to know…”

All you hoped in this moment was that your face wasn’t as red hot as you felt inside.

“It wasn’t like that! I don’t care about the money…I care about you,”

“No you don’t…You know would never ever have done this to you…even before I knew you.”

His hand went to grab your waist and you pulled back hard. “Can you please just let me-,”

“Enjoy the money. I hope it was worth it. Stay out of my way!”

****the same evening****

“You left early.” Chrissy came in and sat on your bed, “I thought you’d be with Eddie?”

“Oh, we’re… we’re not talking. We broke up…Turns out Jason Carver wanted to get to you so he paid Eddie to go out with me so he never actually liked me.” You got up and flipped your record over to the B-side.

Chrissy was staring at the floor of your room as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders as she let out a sigh.

“When Jason told me one of the guys from the team had found someone for you so he could take me out, I had no idea…” Chrissy began to toy with the hem of her dress. “I told Jason what you liked so he could pass it on, and someone must have told Eddie and I’m sorry…I just really wanted Jason to-“

“Hey…” you reached over and squeezed her hand “None of this is on you. You didn’t know.”

Chrissy stopped, drawing breath “So I’ve been taking French lessons with Robin…Buckley and… she told me her and Steve knew Jason liked me and they came up with the idea to get him to pay your date…so Robin could spend time with me? She and Steve… they thought Jason was just paying the one date…and they thought the rest of it was all you two…”

“Chrissy…” you paused “I don’t care whose idea it was.” Eddie still only went out with me for the money…Asshole move…”

You found yourself processing what your sister said a few minutes late “Wait…you came back with Robin?? Do you like her?” You knew Chrissy liked girls just as much as she liked boys. You’d known since she was 10, but due to your mom latching on to her as the golden child, she’d had kept it between the two of you. Your mom likely would not have been so understanding. “What happened with Jason?”

“I told Jason I didn’t want to see him anymore” Chrissy was quiet. “I found out from Claudine one of the other cheerleaders that had a bet with Chase Harris that he’d…sleep with me tonight…” she trailed off.

“I’m going to kill him.” Instantly you were furious and placated only by her hand on your arm.

“Wait…it’s okay Robin helped me out… she called Steve…Harrington and he took us home and I realised that I actually really like Robin….and she feels the same… She’s so caring and she’s funny and she’s sweet and she’s really hot and-,” she paused, trying to keep her excitement down “I know what people will say so Steve’s going to cover for us… he’s going to say he and Robin are dating if anyone asks…”

Quickly you went over to the door and checked it was shut properly before returning beside her and squeezing her hand. You pulled her into a tight hug without saying anything and when you separated, a smile far more genuine than the one she got over Jason appeared on her face.

“Good for you, Chrissy I’m happy for you… and if anyone says anything… to you or to Robin… tell me.” You warned. “I’ll be only too glad to lay out Jason Carver,”

She laughed and smiled again “No, you don’t have to…All I need is for you to please, if mom asks…”

“I’m still dating Eddie…” you accepted without question. “No problem.”

“You are the best!” She gave you another tight hug, beaming as she did so and made her way to the door to head to her room and no doubt call Robin off the phone from her bedroom. She stopped and looked over her shoulder

“By the way… I don’t think Eddie cared about the money. I think he really likes you.”

***two weeks later****

You spent your lunches and breaks in the art room with Ellen who’d locked the door, you had one class with Eddie of which you decided to skip out.

If you saw him in the corridor, you’d turn and walk in the opposite direction, if you noticed his van was parked near your car, you’d wait until he was gone before going near, you’d resolved to having to ignore him every day until you graduated.

It was getting exhausting and one Friday, desperately in need of switching off, you went into Family Video to rent a cheesy movie to switch off to.

“This one’s personally recommended,” Steve held it out to you, ignoring the quirk of your eyebrow.

“And i know you haven’t seen it. I checked with Chrissy.” Robin tacked on, saving Steve from your questioning.

You’d been visiting every other day since the break up and you’d gotten to know Steve and Robin well enough to have a discussion about the latest releases.

“It doesn’t seem like my type of thing,” you turned the tape over in your hands a few times. “I don’t think I want to watch a romance when I’ve just been through a break up”

“Just…trust us.” You watched as Steve pushed his hair back off his face “If you don’t like it…money back..,oh shit, I shouldn’t mention…I, erm…”

“It’s fine Harrington. You’re alright you know…Chrissy told me what you’re doing for her…and,” your eyes flickered to Robin “Thank you. You’re a good guy.” You handed him the money and the tape for him to get the copy for you.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He turned his back to you for only moments to fit the contents of the tape.

“Enjoy!” He smiled as he handed it over. You rose your eyebrows and nodded before you left.

“Do you think we sold it?” Robin appeared beside Steve at the counter watching you leave, the glass door still swinging behind you. “Like will she open it?”

“Wait and see… if she returns it and throws it at my head..we’ll know.”

****that evening****

There was no VHS in the box.

You’d wrenched it open the second you got home and found nothing. Well, not nothing. Just a note.

“Come outside at 9pm”- written in Chrissy’s writing. Heart over the ‘i’ included.

This had to be a joke right? Some sort of feel better, literal pity party thrown for you by Chrissy and she’d roped in Robin and Steve.

9pm rolled around quicker than you expected and by 8:58pm you were on the back porch and calling into the darkness.

“Chrissy? What’s going on? What the hell are you…”

The garden was quiet.

“Chrissy?” You called again “Come on this isn’t funny!”

The shuffling of bushes made you jump and you took a few steps back, bracing yourself for whatever was coming, whatever you were expecting… it was not Eddie emerging from behind one of the roses bushes.

“Hey.” He smiled at you and your stomach betrayed you in that it still twisted.

“What do you want?” You asked matter of factly as you folded your arms, feeling exposed “Suppose you asked Chrissy to write that note?”

“You’d never have come if you thought it was me. You’d have told me to fuck off.” Eddie reasoned.

“Yeah” You shrugged and you couldn’t help but laugh “I would have,”. Exhaling, you uncrossed your arms and dropped to sit on the step “Which you can’t blame me for, I don’t know why I’m not saying that now”

Eddie shook his head “Neither do I…look it was a shitty shitty thing to do…but I need you to know I’m sorry…I should have told you,”

He looked from you to his Reeboks and back again. “I know it doesn’t change things but…” Eddie reached into his back pocket and fished out an envelope. “I want…You should have this…”

You quirked an eyebrow and against your better judgement you reached for it. The spark that shot through you when your fingers brushed did not go unnnoticed. Sliding up to open it, you reached in and pulled out the paper inside.

“Concert tickets.” You exhaled seeing the tickets “Are they for me?”

“Yeah…they’re your favourite band and I figured you’d wanna see them live.” Eddie rocked on his shoes, scraping the grass.

“How did you-…”

“I had some extra cash…Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl…” He took a few casual strides towards you.

“Bet she was pissed.” You smirked one sided, leaning against the post of the porch.

“Mmm-hmmm,” Eddie nodded, his mouth forming into a tight line “You could say I fucked up pretty bad?”

“Oh colossally.”

Another nod, before he took two steps and dropped beside you, keeping a small distance. “Yep…especially as considering I realised…I really like her.”

He diverted his attention to the steps.

“Oh did you?” You tried not to sound surprised.

“Yeah… pretty much from the first evening I spent with her.” Eddies dark eyes were now on yours.

You laughed and he took that as an opportunity to slip one hand around your neck and into your hair and pull you into a kiss. Reciprocating for only a few seconds, you pulled back.

“You know you can’t just buy me concert tickets every time you-…”

“I’ll work my way through your record collection until you’ve seen every band you have?” Eddie joked and pulled you back in for another kiss. “I’m messing around but I know.” He placated.

“You like me too.” He separated, before kissing you once again causing you to roll your eyes slightly even though you were now smiling.

You nodded “Yes. I like you too.”

“Good. Does that mean we can start over?” Eddie asked tracing a thumb over your cheek.

“Yes.” You agreed

“In which case, how do you feel about making out on the first date?” A playful grin appeared on his lips.

You answered him by pulling him back into you sealing his lips with yours.

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Therapy

~ Part 7 ~

Warnings: 🌶smut, heavy smut, don’t come at me heavy smut….put me in jail and throw away the keys type of smut…. I warned y’all. 🫠

Tags: @minagrayson @thighella @bontensbabygirl @theboggyman

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“What did you think I meant when I told you that you are mine? Mine and only mine.” He asks…but not really asking.

Your jaw drops,

“I didn’t want that! I was ending things with him!”

“That explains why he was all over you. Why he was on top of you.” He argues.

“He forced himself on me! I had to just accept it so I wouldn’t get hurt! ….. What, do you think I liked that?! Oooo yeah it felt soooo good! Ahhhhh yesss….” You dramatically and mockingly moan, running your hands over your body.

He forcefully pushes you into the wall, his hand slamming on the wall next to you, his other grabbing you face.

“Look at me…LOOK AT ME!” He says.

You can’t get yourself to meet his eyes, you can’t figure out if you’re attracted to this or if you’re terrified.

“I don’t ask twice. You know this.” He grabs your chin roughly and forces you to look at him. “Pitiful.” He shakes his head,“You know better…don’t you? My queen.”

Okay, he can’t be too mad, he called you his queen.

He suddenly he pushes his body harshly against yours pinning you even more between the wall as he rips your shirt off. So you’re, once again, no longer covered by anything in his presence.

You’re nervous to move even a single muscle unless he tells you to, it would probably be best not to test him right now.

He brushes your lips with his thumb, as he decides what to do with you. “I was gentle with you at first but you receive the same treatment now. Do you understand me?”

You nod your head. He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.” You say.

“Yes what?”

“Yes my king.” You respond to his likeness.

He stares you down, his eyes darkened, your breathing intensified.

“I’m sorry,” you plead.

“Too late.” He growls.

He grabs you from the wall and leads you by your neck pushing you onto the bed. He’s over you in an instant, claiming what is his, his hands gripping your waist roughly, his lips on your collarbone immediately.

You reach to grab him but he pins your arms down and looks at you, “No. Since you couldn’t listen to me before you will now.” He doesn’t let your arms budge as he attacks your breasts and trails down your stomach.

He gets down between your legs and plunges his tongue inside of you, keeping you contact with you the entire him time he tastes you. He knows his effect he has in you with his moans and he will not give you that pleasure for as long as he can help it.

You are a moaning mess as he eats you, his sucking and twirling motions sends you into bliss. You quickly near your climax so he pulls away not letting you have that pleasure. You whimper as he makes eye contact with you seeking approval regardless of his mood which you give a slight nod, he opens your legs and plunges himself into you with no additional warning or ease, causing you to cry out. His jaw tightens as he aggressively thrusts into you, his hands lifting your hips and slamming yourself into him and he does into you. He lets a growl escape his lips, you just feel so good. Even if he is pissed at you, only you alone can make him this way. He pulls out and flips you over into your stomach, pushes your head down onto the bed and plunges back into you from the back. He grips your butt pulling you to and from him, filling the house with loud clapping, moaning and grunting.

“Namor! Please!” You gasp.

He grips a hand full of your hair and pulls you up to him making you cry out in pain and pleasure. His arm wraps around you holding you against him so you can feel the sweat dripping from his body. His other on the wall propping you both up as he continues to aggressively destroy you.

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts.

You keep moaning in response but that’s not good enough for him, he tightens his grip on you, “who!”

“You! Namor, my king” you cry out as he continues to roughly hit your spots.

He pushes you off and gets off of the bed, pulls you to the edge and thrusts back into you. He pushes your legs to your chest and spits on his hand putting his hand back to work on you as he keeps aggressively pounding into you. You desperately gasp for air, not knowing how you’re still alive.

If any neighbors were home they would definitely be hearing every single noise coming from this room. His chest heaves up and down as he intently watches you squirm and cry out. He takes his hand away from you places then on your breasts.

“He can here you.” Namor says. You eyes grow wide…he planned this he had to.

“Namor-“ you whimper.

“Louder!” He urges as his hand grips your neck with just the right amount of pressure and he continues filling up the room with every noise imaginable.,

“Please!” You beg. “I’m going-“

He stops and climbs back on top of you, passionately kissing you. He pulls away and looks you in the eyes, you meet his eyes once you catch your breath.

“I’m done with that, you are going to come with me, mi reina.” He brushes a stand of hair from your face and places a soft kiss on your temple. You nod and he eases himself back into you, allowing you to touch him. You grasp into his back, clawing for him. He finally lets his moans out for you, causing more to come from you.

“Mi amor…ughh…come on… like that…good job come on….” He groans, breath hitching.

“Ah….please…gahhh!”

“Go ahead” he breathlessly says allowing you to finally release. “Ohh…Namor…Namor….gahh…” you cry out his name and he hits his climax with you calling out yours.

He stops and kisses you softly. He looks softly into your eyes, “You we’re so good for me. Good girl.” He says seductively. You absolutely would go again with him after those words came out of his mouth but then you remembered something he said….

“Um…where is he…?” You ask.

"Mmm" he is muffled in your neck.

"Namor." You sit up. He looks at you as you ruined him falling asleep on you.

"Where is he?" You ask again.

He lays back down and mumbles, "Laying on the floor in front of the couch."

You get up, grabbing a robe to put over yourself. You make your way to the living room where you see him still laying. You grab him by the rope around his arms, you untie him and tell him to get out and never come back. He just looked at you in awe and or disgust you couldn't decide but whichever it was...honestly it was worth it for him to know he could never even come close to making you feel how Namor does...physically and emotionally.

#marvel #spotify #namor #namor x y/n #tenoch huerta #black panther #marvel imagine #namor the sub mariner #wakanda forever #imagines #marvel imagines #namor imagine #namorxreader #smut

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jeanswifee · 4 years ago

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Maid Service - katsuki bakugo

dilf !bakugo x black reader !

warnings - nsfw, daddy kink, size kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, cream pie, breeding kink

bakugo was surprised seeing your brown frame standing in his kitchen. he hadn’t expected you to be up, not this early anyway. he took in your appearance immediately almost. a thin clothed cropped shirt barely covering your chest, breast almost spilling out. a pretty necklace at your neck, with the initial of your first name on it. grey pajama shorts barely covering your thighs, stress marks showing a bit making him stare at your thighs a bit longer because it turned him on more than you though. beauty marks scattered across your body, freshly painted feet covered in a pair of white fluffy birkenstock’s. coily long hair in a wash n go fro, curls hovering over your reading glasses that covered your brown eyes.

bakugos eyes never left your ass. it was very plump and your thighs matched as well. how could he not look. he wasn’t the slightest of guilty as he watched you finish up the last batch of eggs, your ass swaying softly as you moved to the oven. you were just the babysitter, yet bakugo couldn’t take his eyes off you. he hated when you teased him like this, shorts barely covering your ass, humming a song that he had been so familiar with. you bent over to grab the cinnamon rolls that you had in the oven and bakugo felt himself stiffen at the sight. your pussy print was showing, your pussy lips almost leaving out your shorts.

you placed the cinnamon rolls on the stove then turned around, “goodmorning mr. katsuki.” you said softly and he rubbed his jaw. “morning.” he said lowly. “you sleep well?” you asked as you smeared icing all over the cinnamon rolls evenly. licking the remainders if it off your finger. although he hadn’t been on the marketing a while, he was almost sure you were flirting with him. he hated being teased like this, especially with his “wife” and children sleeping upstairs. he wasn’t the type to not get what he want and right now he wanted all of you. after months of waiting for his divorce finally come about he said fuck it. he needed you right now.

“i slept well.” he replied before watching as you bent over once more to open the freezer compartment at the bottom of the fridge, before you could get your words out you felt a pair of hands grab you by your waist and you were now standing back up. “mr. katsuki your wife is just upstairs…” you warned as he pressed your ass against his print. you could feel how big it was, arousal wetting your shorts. “do you think i care, i’m getting tired of you and your fucking teasing.” he growled lowly in your ear.

“teasing?” you asked innocently as his thick fingers dug into your waist. “stop acting like you don’t know. walking around here in those tiny ass shorts, bending over as you pick up my children’s toys just so i can see your pussy, always looking at me with those big doe eyes full of nothing but lust and innocence. tell me, have you thought about me fucking the shit out of you. i won’t tell.” he whispered in your ear, causing chills to run down your spine.

you stayed quiet at lost for words because everything he was saying to you as true, you just didn’t think anything would ever happen between the two of you.

you were just a very young maid.

you felt a sting across your ass and you gasped, “c’mon answer me darlin, i don’t have time for your games.” you let out a breath, “y-yes.” you whispered. he grabbed your hair, “yes what?” he asked.

“yes. yes. i think about you fucking the shit out of me mr katsuki.” you said hesitant. he pulled down your shorts immediately after, the air hitting your slick pussy causing you to jump a bit. juices dripped from your whole. “so’ fucking pretty, y’ know that?” he asked as he pulled out his very hard length. he pressed at your entrance a bit before shoving himself inside.

your legs almost buckle but bakugo holds you up with his arm. he was big, too big almost. although you couldn’t see it you knew he leaked with pre cum and his tip had been swollen. muttering curse words underneath his breath as your juices coated him. he wasn’t even halfway in, “please sir, s’ too big.” you whimpered as your fingers gripped the edge of the marble top counter. a small groan escapes his lips as he is welcomed by your warm insides, “take it all for me, would you?” he says gruffly before started to pick up the paste of his thrust. you could feel him hitting your cervix by now and you were squirming.

how could something hurt so good ?

“this is what you wanted isn’t it?” he asked between hard thrust, his timing was almost always right, just when you thought you were on edge he slowed down just to tease. “wanted me to fuck this pretty pussy didn’t you?” he asked snacking your ass. all you could focus on was how hard he was fucking you. the sound of his hips snapping against your ass was loud, probably too loud, your moans even louder. “mhmm.” you hummed lazily as your head fell forward. he started to pound into you fast and your moans started to get louder and louder by the second.

bakugo thought to himself how he could never get bored of this, you were so warm and wet and so welcoming. your pussy had a very firm grip on him too, not wanting him to leave from inside you. his veins grazing against your pussy lips as gave you hard pounds.

“is everything all right down their?” you heard his wife ask and you eyes went wide, bakugo draped his hand around your mouth and started to go crazy. he gave you very fast and constructed thrust, your moans were muffled by his hand and you could feel your mind start to get hazy. the sound of his balls clapping against your clit not even close to slowing down.

“yea- dammit, y/n just needed help with breakfast. she’s fine now.” he yelled and tears started to well up in your eyes. he was handling you so rough at the moment and your glasses were starting to slide off your face.

his wife never responded so you guessed she went back to the room. “see how we almost got fucking caught, you’re too loud darlin.” he said removing his hand. “m’ sorry. it’s just too much.” you whined and he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks open so he could see how wet you were, you were squirting and creaming every second, juices spilling everywhere.

“look at how fucking wet you are, such a fucking slut for me.” he degraded you as he kept his thrust steady. “you like taking daddy’s dick don’t you?” he asked and you nodded your head. “use your words sweetheart.” he said lowly.

“yes daddy, i want more please.”

that was like music to his ears. he was going easy on you but since you insisted, he wanted to give you the full experience, his thrust got harder and faster and you instantly regretted what you said cause now you were full blown crying, hot tears streaming down your face, babbling a bunch of words to praise him, pussy started to close around him and he could feel it.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” he asked and you hummed a small, “uh huh.” and the next thing you know your stomach is knotting up, walls are completely tightening around him, series of broken moans leaving your mouth as your legs become so unstable that you can’t even hold yourself up. finger nails digging into the countertop as he fucked you with no remorse. this was your high and you could feel his starting to come too so you started to fuck him back, even while you were a squirting mess.

“where do you want me to cum?” he asked and you being fucked out you replied.

“inside me please.” you said softly and that was it for him.

“you wanna have my third child? i always thought about how fucking pretty you’d look carrying my seed.”

soon enough he was there too. his fingers digging into your skin, length twitching inside your wall, a low, “fuckkk.” leaving his mouth as he filled you up with his cum. a warm liquid just sitting in your walls.

you were both out of breath. his cum still deep inside you, he pulled up your shorts up and turned you around to face him. your eyes weary and your hands holding onto him. he kissed you on your cheek, “go clean yourself up for me okay? i’ll handle breakfast. remember who’s cum your walls are overflowing with right now.” he mumbled. you looked up at him.

“i can’t walk.” and that’s all it took for him to pick you up and bring you into your room, which was on the bottom floor. he placed you in the bathroom and helped fix you up, making sure you peed afterwards. soon you were all fixed up and you weren’t sure what just happened but it was good.

you were now looking at yourself in the mirror, the blonde behind you too, his hands placed at your waist, “you’re so pretty, know that?” he asked kissing you on your shoulder. blood rushed to your cheeks, luckily he couldn’t tell if you were blushing or not.

“thank you.” you whispered, tiredly, exhaustion was written on the both of your faces. but it was a good exhaustion if that was even possible.

#katsuki bakugō #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x black reader #bakugo katsuki #mha smut

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venusiangguk · 4 years ago

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gold rush pt. 2 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 8.9k

>>warnings: romantic ass eating 😐, oral (m), fingering (m/f), butt stuff but it’s SEXY, explicit sex, crying, jungkook likes to be praised, soft koo, dom reader... but like soft, spitting in mouth, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, this is so soft, that good smut, literally like 7.5k of filth

>>notes: hot girls eat ass!! oc is a hot girl!! this involves butt stuff (just mouth and fingers, no pegging 😔), so if that isn’t ur cup of tea just read pt 1 again lol, i separated it this way in case there were people who weren’t down to go down... iykyk. but with that said, i encourage u to open ur eyes and ur mind and give this a chance 🤩

>>summary: jk finally lets you eat his ass 😁👍🏻

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s day 6 of trying to get Jeongguk to let you eat his ass. It’s getting hard to function, and the sun doesn’t shine as bright as it used to. The week has been a rough one, filled with clenched butt cheeks, and fewer blow jobs than normal. You just can’t seem to stop yourself from wandering south when you’re down there, so you’ve lost the privilege. Constantly met with Jeongguk’s laughter filled eyes when he pulls you up to where you’re supposed to be, and a “You should not want to eat my ass this bad.”

He just doesn’t understand.

Currently you’re sat in the cafeteria with your friends, your eyes consistently roaming to a table across the large room. He’s laughing at something and his hands are clapping in front of him as he throws his head back. You rest your head on your arms, pouting, and you breathe a deep and miserable sigh.

“Alright y/n what the fuck?” Your friend Yuna says, flicking your cheeks.

Her speaking up causes a few of your other girlfriends at the table to direct their attention towards you. “Yeah, you’ve been like... pouty for the last few days. What’s going on?” Cho questions as well.

You debate keeping the silly internal struggle to yourself before giving in and stating plainly, “Gguk won’t let me eat his ass.” You blow absently at a piece of hair that falls into your face, eyes crossing as you look at it. Next to you, Jiwoo chokes on the zero cal drink that she’s been sipping.

Yuna stares at you blankly for a moment before recovering. “That’s... well that’s a predicament.” She hums in thought. “Does he actually not want to or is he just being shy and stubborn?”

“Second one.” You say. You’ve known your boyfriend for years and you’ve definitely learned how to tell when he’s being serious and when he’s just being stubborn. If you really thought he wasn’t about it you would have dropped it. But you know Jeongguk’s just being difficult because he thinks it’s funny to make you pine, and actually has at least some curiosity about the act. He just won’t admit it.

“Minjun was the same way,” Cho nods in solidarity. “But he likes it now.”

“How’d you get him to change his mind?” You ask perking up. A beacon of hope.

“We watched porn of it together.”

“That’s how I discovered it!” You gasp.

You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend.

you:

minjun let’s cho eat his ass 🥺

You watch Jeongguk from across the room and see the moment he receives the text. He searches the lunch room before his eyes land on yours and he let’s out an incredulous harsh laugh, before shaking his head slightly to himself. You glance at your phone and see the text bubble appear in your messages.

koo 🥴:

maybe he’ll let you eat it too 🥺

You gape at your phone and look at your boyfriend only to see him talking to his friends again. He gives you a side glance and you see his smile grow bigger as he tries to ignore you.

~~~

Jeongguk’s sitting at his lunch table picking at the food in front of him listening as Jimin rambles about the not-so-great grade he got on his latest science test. “Why the fuck do I need to know that the sun will make it too hot for life to exist on earth in a couple billion years? Not only will I be dead, but that is just anxiety inducing.”

His phone that’s vibrating on the table catches his attention, a picture message from you on the home screen. He gets a little excited at the sheer potential that a picture message has and opens it eagerly. Sure the chances of getting a titty pic when it’s mid-day and you’re both in the middle of a lunch cafeteria are small... but they are never zero.

When he opens the message and sees the picture, he laughs loudly before clapping his hand over his mouth to quiet himself.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

He’s about to respond when Taehyung says, “Alright, you can’t keep laughing at your phone and not tell us what’s so funny.”

Jeongguk looks at the couple in front of him a trace of a smile still lingers on his lips. He shows them what you sent. “Y/n wants to eat my ass so bad.” He laughs to himself, going back to his phone.

“Are you not letting her?” Jimin asks.

Jeongguk sets his phone to the side before he gets to respond. It’s clear his friends are ready to have a conversation about it. “I don’t think so.”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other and smirk. “Why not? It feels really good.”

He looks between them silently before asking, “You’ve done it?” He receives two nods.

“This one’s a real ass-muncher.” Taehyung says jerking a thumb at his boyfriend. Jimin swats at him.

“He says like that like its a bad thing and like he doesn’t cum from just my mouth and my fingers.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

Jeongguk tenses and turns a little red. A little tremor of heat coursing through his body at the thought of feeling so good that he could cum without even having a hand around himself. “Just from that? No dick touching? Is that even possible?”

“Oh to be straight and oblivious to the wonders of butt stuff.” Jimin pouts at him like he feels bad for him.

Taehyung on the other hand is a bit more helpful. He pops a fry in his mouth and talks with his mouth full, “It’s possible. We have like a button in our ass that’s like... magic. You know what a prostate is right?”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Obviously.”

“Okay well let her put her fingers and tongue in your ass then, if you know so much about it. Have you eaten hers?”

“Yeah I’ve had my tongue in every crevice of that girls body.” He’s nodding and smiling like he’s proud. He glances at you, and he sees you huddled next to your friend, looking closely at something on her phone, your long hair falling like a curtain over your shoulder, some pooling on the table. You look so pretty. You feel his stare, and look at him. Your smile is soft, and your lips pucker in a little kiss. Chuu.

“Right,” Jimin says bringing Jeongguk back to the topic at hand, “Well if she let you, and you’re open to it you should let her... like it will actually feel better for you than it probably did for her.” Jeongguk looks like he’s about to defend his honor and sex skills, before Jimin cuts him off, “Not saying you didn’t do it right or whatever. It’s just that guys are like programmed to like it... like biologically or- something.”

“Or something.” Jeongguk repeats.

“Why don’t you want to in the first place? Is it because you think it’s gay?” Taehyung asks laughing, knowing that that’s not why.

Jeongguk gives him a bored deadpanned stare. “No. Maybe it’s because I shit out of my ass and don’t want her mouth near it? She’s perfect, she doesn’t deserve that.”

Jimin cackles. “Well it’s not like you just let her go for it! You have to prepare.”

Jeongguk sits and listens as his friends give him nothing less than a full comprehensive lecture on the logistics of ass eating and ass getting ate. Ass 101. He’s still unsure but hearing from guys who have actually done it and enjoyed it makes him feel a bit more open and curious. It has him pulling out his phone and tentatively typing out a text to you, finally replying to the picture you sent.

me:

i’m thinking about it

He watches you, waiting for the text to get to you. He smiles when he sees you get excited at seeing his name on your home screen, something warm blossoming in his chest. He struggles to keep his face straight when he sees your head whip up, looking at him wide-eyed like you can’t believe what he just texted you. His fingers wiggle in a small wave, and the biggest smile slowly crawls across your face. He receives one last message before lunch ends.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

say less, sir 🤤

~~~

Jeongguk lays on his back patiently, looking down at you below him while you take your time planting soft kisses all the way down his body. He was in a quite docile mood considering all the pestering you’ve put him through the past few days. And despite what you both knew you had planned for him. Something he claimed to be nervous about, but you supposed one could be nervous and excited and pliant all at once.

When you take one of his nipples into your mouth he lets out a soft “oh...” his hands flying up like he wants to wrap them in your hair, hold you there till he’s pleased, but he catches himself when his arms are halfway raised. He brings them back down by his sides, fists the sheets like he’s holding himself back, like he wants to be good for you. As you lick and suck on the paired nipple, feeling it pebble in your mouth, you watch Jeongguk’s mouth fall open silently while his eyebrows furrow and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between them. His cock is steadily going from warm and plump to hot and hard and leaking, you can feel it twitch against your lower belly.

He opens his eyes to watch you and you can see his pupils are blown and you smile up at him, a tiny bud still pulled between your teeth and Jeongguk whines. A high pitch needy, breathy noise falls from his lips before he pulls his bottom one between his teeth. His head turns to the side, baring his neck in subconscious submission, and God. He doesn’t get like this often but when he does? He is the prettiest sight.

Heat pools in your belly and your panties are already sticking to your bottom half. You hum before moving your ministrations to his torso, soft wet open mouth kisses being placed any and everywhere, prolonged ones on each of his abs. He works so hard for his body, his physique. It’s something he does for himself, but you feel lucky that you get to see him like this in all of his glory.

“Thank you.” You say as you place a kiss on the tattoo he has on his hip bone.

He hums, “For what?”

“For letting me see you like this,” You finally wrap a hand around his cock. You bite your lip when you feel it jump in your palm, “For letting me explore today. You’re so sexy, and so lovely, and so perfect. You work so hard, baby.” Kisses, so many kisses planted over his groin area, but never where he wants it most.

He huffs and you can see a flush from embarrassment darken the already present flush of arousal, due to the praise and mention of exploring. He squirms in your hold, not wanting to talk, probably wishing you would just get on with it already. Surely you can feel him throbbing in your hand, right?

Finally, you bring your lips to his frenulum and place the softest kitten lick to it and Jeongguk positively keens in your hold. You stroke his cock, squeezing on the upstroke to watch a bead of precum well at the top. It glistens, shiny and clear, at the pink head. You wrap your lips around the tip fully, lapping and swirling your tongue over it, humming at the heady, slightly bitter taste on your tongue. It’s not particularly pleasant per se but it’s sexy. The fact you get him so worked up that his cock can’t help but leak, so worked up that he can’t help the soft little whines that fall from his lips; the fact that he gets so turned on and hard and wet just from a few of your kisses and licks makes you moan with his cock in your mouth, thighs squeezing together for some type of pressure and relief.

You pop off with a harsh suck. “I can’t wait to taste you.” You groan, licking a broad stripe up his cock with the flat of your tongue.

He grumbles quietly shifting, sort of like he’s antsy and frustrated. He knows what you mean and he knows you don’t mean his cock that you just had in your mouth.

“What was that?” You ask through a smile, nipping at his hip with your teeth.

“Can you stop talking about it and just suck my dick so I can forget you’re even gonna do that?” He rolls his eyes and pouts down at you with a tiny scowl on his face.

“Oh baby,” You laugh, not patronizingly, but there is a little bit of a teasing lilt to your voice, “Are you still embarrassed?”

He doesn’t answer, just scowls harder if that was even possible.

You move away from his cock, and up his body. His eyes reflect panic and his hands finally move from the sheets to press on your shoulders, trying to keep you in place. “No, stay,” he whines.

You laugh again pushing against his hold before finally settling half on his chest. You rest a leg over his thigh, keeping your body close and pressed to his. You look into his big brown doe eyes that are slightly glassy from all the teasing. You can see some apprehension and nervousness swimming in them as you place a hand on his cheek, stroking softly. He closes his eyes and nuzzles into your palm before his hand comes up to hold your wrist, to just touch some more. His other hand runs up and down your body that’s resting half on top of him, tickling slightly like your the one that needs attention. He kisses your hand that’s on his cheek softly before looking at you again.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You say quietly, thumb brushing over his cheek bone.

His eyes fall closed again and you can see his brow furrow once more, though this time it isn’t out of pleasure it’s because he’s thinking. Despite all the playful teasing and pestering and banter, you’ve always made sure to check that he was actually okay with you going down there. And, yeah, he was nervous but after talking about it seriously and doing some research together he always said he was fine with it. But you know things can change in the moment and you just want to double check, make sure that he still feels that way.

You hum in question gently, prompting a response.

He huffs, tightening his grip on your wrist, a nervous gesture. His eyes are still closed when he quietly says, “No I just... I- I’m not like backing out...”

“You can though.” You interrupt.

His eyes open quickly, and he shakes his head. “No, no I want to I just...” His voice starts off strong but tappers into a softer tone. “I want to I just feel a bit like... weird.”

Your brow furrows this time. “Why, baby?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t want you to.” He doesn’t meet your eyes and you can feel his cheek heat up in your palm.

Ahhhh, you think. Although you talked and teased about the topic, you realize that while Jeongguk agreed (whilst impishly feigning a faux diswant on principle) you never realized that the lighthearted “You shouldn’t want to eat my ass this bad” remarks may have stemmed from something serious, and weren’t just playful protests.

“Why do you feel that way?” You press gently.

His eyes flicker to you and then to your mouth, then back to something (nothing) off to the side. He has a small not-so-amused smile on his lips when he says, “It’s kinda taboo isn’t it?”

You can’t help but giggle at the word he used. Taboo. Out of all the things you guys have done, this is what he chooses to get shy about. Sweet boy.

“Not any more tabooo than you wanting to eat my ass, or fuck my ass.” You hum at him, stretching out the word in a teasing manner, making him look at you. You smile at him before continuing, “Or you like slapping me, or me gagging you with my panties, or-“

“Okay okay! I get it.” He laughs and places a kiss to your lips to get them to stop moving.

You beam, glad to see he’s a bit more relaxed. The boner however, is definitely gone, but that can be fixed.

“I’m not trying to convince you though.” You emphasize, “I only want to if you want to.”

He nods, softly smiling at you. “I want to.”

A salacious grin takes over your face and you sigh softly into his ear before whispering, “Perfect... I’m going to make you feel so good baby, make you feel so good with my tongue. Get you all whiny and red and sweaty. Maybe your legs will start to shake from how good it feels? Do you want that, Jeongguk?” You nip at his ear lobe as you feel a slight tremor run through his body. Your hips subtly roll against the side of his body, seeking any friction at this point. You feel him nod. “Maybe if you like my mouth enough we can use fingers when you’re ready baby.” You hear him suck in a sharp breath and slowly let it out on a shaky exhale. You grin and place a kiss to his temple before continuing. “Get them inside of you to find that spot that will really set you off. The spot that will make you cum for me. Wouldn’t that feel so good baby?”

He nods again and you can feel the hand that has been running up and down your back throughout the conversation grip at your ass roughly.

“Say it baby, I wanna hear you.”

He whines and struggles against the hand on his face that is now gripping his jaw, still putting up a little bit of a fight about wanting something he considers “taboo”. But he gives in easily enough when he realizes you won’t continue until you get more confirmation that he genuinely wants this, and is excited to have it.

“It’s gonna feel so good y/n. God, you’re gonna make me feel so good.” He’s shy when he says it, but he’s almost panting as well. At last, he’s giving in and admitting to himself that this is something that will feel good and is okay to want.

He grips your face and kisses you. It starts slow and tentative but quickly manifests into a kiss that is deep and hard, one that is full of lust and neediness. He bites at your lip needing to release some of the pent up frustration but at your whine of pain he licks over it apologetically, placing softer kisses instead for a moment before he rests his forehead against yours, both your breathing is ragged for a minute until he speaks up.

“Please y/n. I’m so hard.” He pleads in a soft whisper.

You take a second and look down between your bodies and sure enough, his cock has returned to full hardness, and your mouth waters seeing even more precum welling at the tip than before.

“I’m gonna suck it.”

“Please do.” Jeongguk laughs as you move down his body, but the laugh goes high pitched and breathy when you take him down your throat immediately.

“Fuck...” he sighs, his head falling back and eyes fluttering.

You pull off and close your eyes, relishing in the fact that you can make him feel like this. Grinning against his cock you place a kitten kiss to the shaft. “Good baby?”

He nods his head. “Yes yes, please keep going.”

You hum against the head causing Jeongguk to exhale sharply, hips twitching due to the vibrations. He’s so sensitive and you crave the reactions you pull from him. Whether they’re the soft noises and the small twitches or the loud moans and jerking muscles, they are all equally loved and desired.

Quickly you pull off and reach up placing your hand under his mouth, before he can protest at you pausing again. Maybe you’re being a little mean, but he sounds so pretty when he’s desperate and you just can’t help yourself.

“Spit.” You instruct.

You see him work his jaw, sharp edges protruding here and there while he gathers some in his mouth before spitting it into your hand. You peck a nipple on the way back down to his cock wrapping the spit filled hand around him. You see him watching you and you hold eye contact as you gather some of your own and let it drool from your mouth landing on the tip of his cock. You swear you see his eyes go impossibly darker, his jaw clenching, hands turning to fists in the sheets beneath you both.

When you stroke, mixing everything, his eyes close and he lets out a breath through his nose as he rests back and gets a little more comfortable. It’s not too messy, just the perfect amount of wetness for the glide to be slick and pleasing for him. You tighten your grip and twist under the head watching as the muscles in his stomach and thighs tense, a soft grunt draws your gaze to his face.

“Yeah... like that...” he whispers. He’s just barely rocking his hips into your hands, trying to be subtle while also trying to chase the feeling.

You speed up your hand, keeping up the movements he likes while adding your tongue to flick at the underside of his head. You glance at him and find him watching you again, a fucked out look on his face, mouth slightly parted and a bead of sweat running down his temple. Slowly you sink down watching him till you can’t anymore, burying the tip of your nose in the soft patch of neatly kept hair at the base of his cock. When you feel him hit the back of your throat you contract it and shake your head from side to side and finally, finally you pull out one of his loud and unrestrained moans. It goes straight to your pussy, making it feel like it’s pulsing in your panties.

You come up for a breath before you stay down as long as you can repeating the same actions that pulled the lovely moans from his throat and you continue to hear them as you feel him start to sink his hips, almost like he’s overwhelmed and trying to pull away from how good it feels, like he can’t handle how how good it feels.

In your peripheral vision you can see his hands twitching like he’s fighting with himself before he gives in and sinks them into your hair, pulling slightly before pushing your head down and bringing his hips back up. He’s not fucking your face, but he let’s his cock sink as far back as it can and let’s you work your throat around him, lets himself get overwhelmed instead of pulling away from the feeling like he was before.

Jeongguk was a head pusher in every sense of the term. Some people hated when their partners did that, but you loved it. You loved it because Jeongguk was different from most head pushers. He had variety. Sometimes he liked pushing your head down and holding you there to choke you and watch tears form in your eyes, to watch your makeup run while you struggled to breathe. Sometimes he did it in a face-fucking way, his hips jackhammering while he moved your head up and down just the way he wanted it. This time though, he held your head down in a begging way. In a way that said “Oh god please, please don’t stop, it feels so fucking good, please stay there forever”.

Jeongguk is whimpering above you and you hum and moan loudly sending strong vibrations up your throat and down his cock and he’s thrashing, throwing his head back, grip in your hair tightening, a pleasant pain on your scalp.

“Oh my fucking god,” He groans, neck extended and his eyes squeezed shut.

His whole body is burning when you bring a hand down to massage his balls while still moving your throat against his tip and then all of a sudden he tenses and stills before he’s pulling you off, frantically chanting “Stop it, stop it.”

At lightening speed you grip the base of his cock, squeezing, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. Jeongguk’s whole body jerks with his cock, but no cum leaks out, only precum and spit making a mess on his angry, swollen cock. He relaxes back for a moment, cock still jumping, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath and you do the same and after you slowly release the hold you have on his cock you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Suddenly your world is blurry and you’re quickly being pulled to his chest and smothered with his hands on your cheeks, and his lips everywhere they can reach.

“God. You’re so good, so so good y/n. So perfect, make me feel so good baby. How do you do it?” He praises you between kisses and you giggle, gently pawing at his chest to get him to stop or at least slow down.

He does and you take a second to look at him. And he’s glowing. His eyes are shining, like he was close to tears and his cheeks are flushed. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead in places while the longer pieces are fanned out on the pillow underneath him. And his smile. He’s beaming and you are so in love.

You bring a hand up and brush some sweaty strands back off his face. His eyes close and he pushes into the touch like a kitten wanting pets. He sighs contentedly.

“You’re so beautiful, Jeongguk. So pretty.” You whisper, placing a kiss to his forehead.

You bring your hand down from his hair and cradle his cheek, running your thumb over his plump, red bottom lip. You can see faint teeth marks underneath it from where he was biting it. His eyelashes flutter on his cheek as his eyes close and he sighs quietly before he nibbles on the fingertip with his front teeth and then takes the whole thing into his mouth, sucking on it. You gasp quietly, and apply light pressure pushing down on the wetness of his tongue prying his mouth open and he just lets you.

Your lips find his, and you dip your tongue into his open mouth before your hand moves to his jaw to keep it agape and you fuck your tongue into it.

“This is how my tongue is gonna fuck you...” you whisper.

He whines high and needy, and his hands move to cup your cheeks. You moan before settling over him more comfortably and pushing your soaked panties to the side before wiggling till his cock is settled between your lips.

The night was supposed to be about him, but you need something before you lose it. You move your hips in small little thrusts, the length of his cock rubbing deliciously over you clit. You both gasp into each others mouths. The hands on your ass encourage you, pressing into your cheeks and the small of your back whenever you thrust forward, and the thumbs on your hips push when you grind back.

“Holy fuck you’re so wet.” He’s says it like he’s in awe, like he can’t believe it. Like he hasn’t made you this way so many times before.

You rest your forehead on his while continuing to grind on his cock. “Love you like this...” You grip his jaw again and pry it open, even though you know he would open willingly if you just asked. You look in his eyes searching, before you feel him nod in your hold. You lean forward over his mouth and let some spit fall into it, he moans while he eagerly drinks it down.

His grip on your hips tightens and you feel his cock jerk against your clit, but he’s good. He doesn’t cum.

“I love it too... just not all the time... it’s- a lot. Overwhelming.” He whispers, and you coo.

“I know baby, you’re doing so well. Color?” You ask.

“Green.” He answers without hesitation.

You smile and kiss him. “Wanna keep going?”

He flushes when he nods his head. “Please.”

Once again you find yourself between Jeongguk’s legs. You play with his cock a little before smoothing your hands under his thighs, trying to gently push them up and back but he whines and resists.

“You have to let me see baby.” You say, a smile in your voice.

Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath before slowly letting his legs fall apart.

You hum, before saying, “Hand me a pillow please.”

He’s confused but does as you ask, understanding when you tap the side of his cheek with instructions to lift his hips, pillow settling underneath his ass and lower back, propping them up a little.

You settle back down on your tummy, and open his legs again. Jeongguk says nothing but you can feel his body shaking a little with a constant tremor. He takes a deep breath settling back into the pillow he placed behind his head so he can watch what you do next.

“Ready?” You ask, hands gripping at the meaty inside parts of his thighs. You get a stiff nod, but still no noises. You pout but get started by running your tongue flat over his balls, hoping to ease him into it.

You feel his thighs tense, as you lap at the hairless balls, sucking them into your mouth every once in a while. Your eyes constantly flicker to Jeongguk’s face to make sure there’s nothing wrong, but all you see is pleasure on his face while he breathes out in soft little puffs through his nose. His eyes are hooded and his lip is drawn between his teeth.

You hold his heady gaze and you place your first little lick on his perineum. At the contact, his head falls back, mouth hanging open. You wiggle closer to place a kiss to the area, transitioning to quick little flicks of your tongue and Jeongguk moans, and you watch as he spreads a bit more, lifting his feet so his knees are pulled closer to his chest, giving you easier access. You moan at his eagerness, and have to stop for a minute, putting a hand between your legs to just press on your center for some kind of relief.

His eyes are still closed, like he doesn’t want to see you between his legs licking at his most private area, but his quiet whining and restless shifting is enough to let you know that he’s okay and enjoying it.

You bring your hands up and place one on each of his cheeks, squeezing a little, admiring the soft give of his muscles. He’s so plush. You apply pressure so his legs fall farther back and then spread him apart. You bite your lip and your mouth waters at the thought of how good your going to make him feel.

Tentatively you poke your tongue out and trace it around the little ring of muscle. He gasps and tries to clench and close his legs but you hold them in place.

“It’s okay baby.”

“‘S weird...” He mumbles.

“I know. Just try to relax for me, okay?”

You hear him take a few deep breaths before you feel his body shake with a nod. His legs fall open again and you make quick work of his hole, placing your tongue flat over it, dragging all the way up to where his balls meet his perineum.

“Ohhh,” He breathes out.

You take that as a good sign before getting a bit rougher with your actions, less of the tentative licks and more of some tight sucking and quick flicking. He’s doing so well and you can hear him moaning above you. His cock is so hard and swollen on his belly, neglected and leaking.

“Pull your legs back baby.”

He opens his eyes and they are unfocused. It takes him a second to process what you asked him to do, but once he does he moves quickly. He has a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth in parted slightly, and his tongue peaks out to wet his lips as he gets comfortable in the new position.

“Watch me?” You plead, while licking over his hole again, eyes not leaving him waiting for a response.

His eyes close for just a moment and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between his brows and his cock jumps, a little spurt of precum oozing out. He inhales and opens his eyes on the exhale, breathing out a small “Okay.”

Once you start to figure out what he likes and what makes him happy, all you hear is the steadily getting louder pleased noises falling from his lips. You point your tongue and gently push past the tight ring of muscles and Jeongguk sobs. He brings a hand to his face and rubs over it, before throwing his arm over his face, hiding because he’s so overwhelmed. To your surprise he starts to gently rock against your tongue.

“Oh my god you’re so hot Jeongguk,” You moan.

“Don’t stop,” He begs. He sounds close to tears.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

You wait until you see his hand wrap around his cock giving himself a few slow strokes, wet eyes on you, waiting for you to keep going.

As soon as your mouth meets him again, his hand he has on his cock starts moving faster, almost frantically over his length and his hips are stuttering like he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck his hand or if he wants to fuck himself back onto your tongue. You decide for him and hold his hips close to your face, sucking repeatedly on the ring of fluttering muscle.

Jeongguk gasps, “I’m close, I wanna cum y/n- Please, I-“ His head falls back and his hand doesn’t slow.

You give your hum of approval against his hole, and watch him fall apart.

His head is thrown back and he’s so sweaty from working so hard for his release. His chest rises and falls in quick staccato breaths, and his free hand goes up to a nipple, lightly rubbing his thumb over it and he keens, before he goes silent, whole body stuttering and he chokes out nothing more than a quick, quiet “Cumming” before his cock pulses and shoots out 1, 2, 3 stripes of white, the rest dribbling down his length and over his fingers. His body almost convulses from the pleasure coursing through his veins. He keeps stroking, and he lets you keep licking until he squirms, uncomfortable from the overstimulation.

You wipe your mouth and immediately make your way up to his face, straddling his hips. You don’t care about the cum, but you’re carful to avoid his sensitive cock, which is a little deflated but still laying somewhat hard on his tummy. You’re both out of breath when you slam your lips against his so it’s more gasping into each other’s mouths while your lips occasionally meet before you need a breath again. But you’re desperate to show him how good he did.

You pull back and grip his face in your hands. His hands hold your wrists, like he’s keeping them in place on his cheeks. He’s still catching his breath with his eyes closed, but you want him to see how proud you are.

“Jeongguk, look at me.”

He does and his eyes are glassy and wet and his eyelashes are clumped together with unshed tears. He offers you a sheepish smile.

“You did so good baby. So fucking good. I love you.” You pepper kisses over his face.

He laughs breathlessly, “Didn’t get to your fingers...”

You laugh with him quietly. “That’s okay baby, we can do that next time. You were perfect.” You take a deep breath and collapse on top of him, resting your face in the crook of his neck, smiling while leaving small lovebites all over.

After a minute or so though, you feel him start to get restless underneath you.

“What is it baby?” You ask not really moving much.

He mumbles something into the top of your head.

“Huh?” You say sitting up to look at him.

He looks kinda petulant for someone who just came so hard it hit their neck.

He mumbles again.

“Koo. Words.”

He blushes and scowls looking away from you but the hands settled on your hips rub small circles into your hip bones, showing he’s not actually mad and most likely just being a brat.

“I want them now.” It’s quiet and pouty, but at least you understand him this time.

Your mouth opens in understanding but your eyebrows raise in surprise. You look over your shoulder and down to see his cock still laying plump and hard on his stomach in a little puddle of cum.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I know we said that was the plan but we can always do it ano-“

He grabs the back of your neck pulls you down to kiss you deep and slow, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth. When he speaks again it’s soft against your lips.

“Please y/n... it felt so good,” A tiny peck is given as your noses touch.

You exhale a shaky breath, “Yeah, okay. If that’s what you want.”

He kisses you deeply again, but positions you over his cock so he can rut up into your pussy.

“Can’t you feel how bad I want it?” He whispers against your lips. He nips at the bottom one while smiling before pulling away and settling against the pillows again, looking at you expectantly once he gets comfortable.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Big words coming from someone who claimed they didn’t even want this like an hour ago.” You smile down at him, eyes sparkling.

He snickers. He breathes a deep sigh before settling back even more. “Yeah. That was before I came so hard that I almost blacked out.” His hands are behind his head and his eyes are closed like he’s reminiscing about a distant memory, a smug smile on his lips.

“You switch from being my baby to a pain so fast.” You pout as you settle once again between Jeongguk’s legs.

He parts them with a hum. “Still your baby... just- make me feel good please, I’m like so hard- throbbing.”

You suck on your fingers a little bit to get them wet before circling one around the ring of muscles. You don’t miss the tiny gasp, or the way his legs subconsciously part even wider.

“I don’t think it’s gonna feel the best at first....” You warn, applying the slightest pressure to his hole, before going back to circling it. “Hand me the lube on the nightstand please.”

Jeongguk obliges before he says, “I know just... go slow.” He sounds just a little bit nervous.

You give a quick nod while you open up Jeongguk’s half empty bottle of lube and drizzle some onto your fingers, lathering it over them to warm it some before getting them into position.

“Do you think about me when you use this?” you ask still running your slick fingers over him.

He nods and licks his lips subconsciously. “Mhmm sometimes.”

You fake gasp and bite at his knee by your side. You’re sitting crisscross applesauce in between his legs. “Only sometimes?”

“I watch porn too,” He giggles breathlessly. “Sometimes I look for girls that look like you though, if that helps.”

“It does not.” You say indignantly, only half joking.

He brings his foot up and lightly kicks at your leg. “You watch porn too that’s literally why we are in this mess right now. We watched it together.”

You full on laugh at that. He has a point. “Okay enough, hush and relax baby.”

You weren’t sure if it was better to warn Jeongguk, or just slowly ease him into it without saying anything. If you warned him you knew he would tense up and it would just make it harder on his body, but you also didn’t want to take him by surprise either.

You must have just been circling his rim for a minute because Jeongguk huffs before asking, “Are you gonna like... put it in or...?”

You take that as a go, and peck the inside of his thigh a preemptive apology because you knew it was going to hurt a little. Jeongguk had prepped you for the times you tried anal with him and you vividly remember the sting before it became bearable. Your hands and fingers were much smaller than his, and certainly much smaller than his cock, so you are hoping the pain isn’t too horrible and ends quickly.

Oh so slowly you start to sink your middle finger inside of him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and when you flick your eyes up to look at him you can see his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his jaw clenched.

“I’m sorry are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t really hurt yet, it’s just uncomfortable... Keep going.”

You nod softly before you resume what you were doing, and once you get down to your last knuckle, you wiggle your finger around inside for a second like you had seen in the porn that you and him watched together, hoping to stretch him out some.

Above you Jeongguk is taking shallow breaths the sort of sound like they are getting a little higher pitched at the end, and he shifts and wiggles a bit because of the foreign feeling. You glance at his cock and see that’s its gone just a little soft.

“Touching yourself might help you relax a little bit and it might make it feel a little bit better.” You suggest lightly.

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything but he does as he’s told, slowly stroking his cock back to it’s full length.

“That’s it, good boy. I can feel you’re less tense already.” You praise, and you start to move your finger in and out. It’s tight, but there’s a lot less resistance. You move them just a bit faster and focus on Jeongguk’s reactions.

His hand has started to move a bit faster over his cock, and his mouth is parted and his eyes are closed, like he’s lost in the feeling. There’s a flush on his face that has travelled all the way down his chest. Soft moans fall from his lips occasionally, although you can’t tell if that’s from you or him touching himself.

“Does it feel good?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“It feels…” He pauses like he’s unsure. “It feels… nice. I think.”

You snort. “You think?”

He laughs a little breathless, hand still stroking over his cock. “I mean it’s weird. But it’s not unpleasant. I could probably cum if I kept touching my dick.”

“Don’t cum, I haven’t found your button yet.” Your eyebrows furrow, determination set on your face.

“I do not have a button.” He says absently.

“You do. I’m gonna do the second one kay?”

“I don’t and okay.”

You ignore him and grab the lube again, adding a bit more. Your fingers find their place and as they start to sink in, Jeongguk sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, and goes rigid. You wince.

“Hurts…” He says quietly.

“I’m sorry baby.” You rub your free hand over his thigh, trying to comfort him. You give him a moment, he takes a few breaths before saying to keep going.

It takes a little bit but eventually you get both fingers in. Jeongguk isn’t feeling good yet, teeth grinding, body tense, and hands fisted in the sheets trying to ground himself, but you are determined to make it good for him. You get on your stomach and add your tongue to your fingers as you start to pull them out just to push them back in. The lube doesn’t taste very good, but the way that Jeongguk’s breath hitches when he feels your mouth on him again makes up for it.

“I- I love that.” He says, voice airy and soft as he turns his head to the side and into his shoulder like he’s trying to hide.

“Mmm, starting to feel good now baby?” You ask, flicking your tongue while your fingers start to sink in easily.

“Yeah, ‘s good…” He mumbles.

Once you’re sure that there’s no pain at all for Jeongguk, you start to crook your fingers inside of him on every thrust in trying to find that secret spot of his. Jeongguk sounds lovely while you’re searching, but the way he sounds when you finally hit it is like nothing you’ve heard from him before. It’s like he gets punched in the gut and looses his breath, a moan getting caught in his throat for a moment before he exhales a high pitched whine. You didn’t get to see it, too focused, but you know his eyes rolled back.

“There,” he breathes.

You moan as you rest your head against his thigh, focusing on your attention on your fingers and hitting that spot every time you move them inside of him. Each time you hit it sweet moans are punched out, or quiet affirmations are whispered. “Yes, please, more…”.

He has that look of pleasure on his face, the scrunched eyebrows, the parted mouth. He’s fidgety, and fussy like he just wants more but doesn’t know how to get it. He huffs, annoyed, before he starts to push back on your fingers.

“God… you’re so desperate for it,” You whisper completely captivated by how much pleasure Jeongguk looks like he’s in.

He doesn’t acknowledge you. Until you start to put a constant pressure on his prostate, rubbing.

“Oh fuck- I-“ He looks down to where your fingers are like he can’t believe the way they are making him feel before he throws his head back and let’s out a deep groan.

He lets you make him feel good, let’s the pleasure build up in his body until you start to feel him tense. His whines start to come out more frequently, almost constant moans filling the air. So noisy. His legs open more and you see how his toes curl in the sheets.

“Oh my god I think I’m gonna cum,” It’s said breathlessly, almost confused. Like he didn’t think that he would actually be able to cum just from your fingers inside of him, hands still at his sides fisted in the sheets.

“Yeah baby?” You ask, voice airy.

He nods, tongue poking out of his mouth like he’s concentrating.

Your arm hurts, but you keep thrusting and rubbing over that spot inside of him. His muscles are strained, and next to your body, you can see his legs start to tremble. His breathing is fast and short. His cock is fat and swollen laying in a puddle of precum, it looks like it hurts with how red it is. You take you other hand and start to rub on his perineum, stimulating him on the outside as well as the inside and that’s when he loses it.

He let’s out a choked cry before his body jerks up, curling in on itself. “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“

You don’t let up, an awestruck smiling forming on your face as you watch Jeongguk fall apart on your fingers. He’s so tight around them, it’s like his body is begging you not to stop, keeping you in place. He feels like every hair on his body is standing on end and like his skin is overly receptive and sensitive to every little thing. Wave after wave of ecstasy is flowing over him. His whole body trembles, yet his cock doesn’t jerk like with his other orgasm. This time it just pulses flat on his stomach, cum leaking out of the tip adding to the mess that was already there. With every pulse of his cock, Jeongguk’s body curls more, back raise off the bed, abs flexed due to the strain on his core. The look on his face is one of indescribable pleasure. It’s obscene. After the final pulse of his cock, he falls back, absolutely spent.

Your fingers slowly come to a stop, and you carefully remove them from him and wipe them on the bed before you crawl over his thigh and flop down by his side. You peck his cheek, staying quiet this time, not wanting to overwhelm him. He’s still has tremors running through his body when he turns his head to look at you. His chest is heaving and his eyes are droopy, but there’s a sleepy smile on his lips. He curls onto his side so you guys are facing each other.

The silence is thick and heavy but not in a suffocating way. More so in a comforting way. The atmosphere feels like you both are wrapped in a weighted blanket, just relishing in the warm afterglow of what you did together.

You wiggle closer, hook a thigh over his hip. “How was it? Did you like it?” You don’t know why but you sound shy, kinda nervous.

He simply nods, a soft smile on his face as he brushes some hair behind your ear, hand coming to rest on your cheek for just a few seconds before it’s sliding down your arm, down your hip, playing with lacy top of your panties. He bumps noses with you, breathing in your exhales before he closes his eyes and fits his lips between yours. His hand slips into your panties.

You open easily for him, angling yourself mostly on your back so it’s easier for him to reach where you want him most. He sighs into your mouth when he feels how wet you are. He dips between your lips and you gasp, hand going down to grip at his wrist willing him not to tease, to not move his hand away.

“Don’t worry, I just wanna make you feel good baby.” He coos in your ear as his middle finger starts to rub slowly over your clit.

You let out soft whimpers at the slow pace that makes the fire in your belly curl and steadily grow.

“Jeongguk, I’m already close…” You warn.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Want you to cum for me, like I came for you.” His finger speeds up some. “Fuck, you made me cum so hard y/n. Made me crazy. You always do.” He moans gently into your ear.

You nod, and your legs begin to tremble. “Don’t stop,” You beg, meaning both his fingers and his words.

“You wanna know what it felt like? You wanna know what you did to me?” He presses a touch harder, and nips are your cheek.

You nod again, subtly rocking your hips into his touch.

“You made me cum untouched y/n. Do you know how good you had to fuck me in order for that to happen? God, it was so intense, and I was just leaking so much the whole time. You did that to me baby, you made me feel that good. Fuck, I wanna make you feel that good too, please cum for me y/n. I know you’re close, I know your body just as well as you know mine.” He sounds desperate, just yearning to get you there. “I can tell by the way your legs are shaking, and the way you can’t stop whining my name. Sound so pretty baby, just for me. Your hand on my wrist is gripping so hard, like you can’t take what my fingers are doing to you. But you’re gonna take it and give me what I want right? Just like I gave you what you wanted, hmm?”

“Fuck, Jeongguk I’m cumming,” You cry, his words and his fingers making you shake and finally get the release that you’ve been putting off the whole night. Your thighs close over his hand but Jeongguk doesn’t let up, not until you’re cumming for the second time in a span of minutes.

“Please- I can’t-“ You squirm, and wiggle, until his fingers slow and finally slip form your panties. You sigh in bliss, body twitching as the last bits of your climax leave your body.

You turn back to your side and snuggle all the way against Jeongguk’s body, legs intertwining. Jeongguk runs his nails over your back, making little goosebumps sprout over your body. There’s a peaceful quiet coming over you, both tired from the events of the night. Jeongguk breaks it.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” It’s a timid statement, but you can hear how much he means it.

You kiss softly over his heartbeat. “I always will.”

“Just please don’t ever ask to peg me.”

You simply hum. “Goodnight baby.”

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i hope you liked it!! i’m thinking of writing a smutty drabble of when oc and jk watch the porn together 🤨 let me know if you would want to read that or anymore of this universe! comments, notes, and feedback are YEARNED for. my ask is also open if you want to request, share thoughts, or just talk

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daisies | kim sunwoo

ミ★ synopsis: the best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. aka, in which sunwoo is in charge of making you fall in love with him, just to break your heart.

ミ★ genre: angst, some fluff

ミ★ warnings: mentions of vomit, slightly suggestive

ミ★ word count: 10,155

ミ★ pairings: sunwoo x female reader

ミ★ notes: this is dedicated to my other half, @sunlightwoo happy birthday gina, i’m so grateful god decided that i shouldn’t be lonely and have you be born three days after me. i know you’ll probably hate me for this oneshot, but i know daises was one of your favorites from me. i love you, my sunshine. no amount of words will ever express just how much you mean to me.

The music is loud against Sunwoo’s ears as he dances with a girl he doesn’t even know the name of, not that he wants to know her name. She turns around and wraps her arms around the back of his neck, giving him a smirk. “Enjoying the view?”

Sunwoo grins, leaning in towards her ear to whisper, “Maybe.”

The unknown girl giggles at the ticklish feeling from Sunwoo’s lips, only making his smile wider as he moves closer to ask,

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Sunu! Sunu, we have to go.” Sunwoo curses at the familiar voice, turning around to see Chanhee with a frantic expression on his face, and that’s when he knows it’s serious. “Is it Minji?”

“It’s Minji.” Sunwoo removes himself from the stranger’s arms without another word and follows after Chanhee. They hurry out of the club, the cold spring night air hitting them as they walk. Sunwoo stops for a moment, looking up at the stars as he wonders what could’ve happened.

“Sunwoo! Come on!” The black haired beauty takes one last breath of the night air, before rushing over to Chanhee’s car.

“Minji, please calm down!” Sunwoo hears as soon as he and Chanhee enter Minji’s house. His eyes widen when he hears a loud crash from upstairs, and he sprints up the stairs fast as he can, bursting in through her bedroom door to see Minji crying while holding a flower vase in hand. Her mom turns to look at Sunwoo helplessly, and he nods his head at her.

“Minji, look at me.” Sunwoo says softly, and she keeps her eyes trained to the floor as she clutches the vase tightly. He takes a few steps closer as Chanhee walks in quietly behind him, choosing to stay back since he knows Sunwoo handles these situations better. “Minji.”

It’s when she’s about to throw the vase that Sunwoo grabs her wrist to stop her, pulling her into a hug with his other arm. She freezes for a moment, before letting out a small sob into Sunwoo’s shoulder, closing her eyes as she takes in her best friend’s comforting scent. “It’s okay Minji, we’re here. Chanhee and I are here.”

Chanhee finally walks over, resting his hand on Minji’s back as she cries. He takes a glance at Sunwoo to see him with a stoic expression on his face, eyebrows slightly furrowed as the sounds of Minji’s sobs get louder.

who the fuck did this to her?

“I always knew Mark was a piece of shit. Can’t believe he’s already showing interest in another girl when you guys just broke up.” Sunwoo grumbles to himself as he places his water back down. The three of them are sitting on Minji’s floor, talking about what caused her breakdown. She lets out a small sigh, running a hand through her hair, “I should’ve listened to your protests from the start. He was too charming though.”

“That’s how they get you. I mean, look at Sunwoo.” The person in question chokes on his drink, turning to look at his lavender haired best friend with a furrow to his brow.

“Why the fuck am I being brought into this?”

“He’s a charming ass guy,” Chanhee continues, choosing to ignore Sunwoo. “That’s how he’s able to pull in any person he shows the slightest bit of interest in. Then when he gets what he wants, poof. He’s gone.” Sunwoo chuckles, not finding it in himself to deny Chanhee’s explanation.

Cause he’s right.

Minji’s eyebrows furrow once an idea comes to mind, and she stands up along with the plan forming in her head. Sunwoo and Chanhee look at her with confused expressions on their faces, and she flashes them a small smile.

“The best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. Correct?” The two guys nod at her, not sure where she’s going with this.

“And Chanhee says that Sunu is a bit of a fuckboy, right?” Sunwoo rolls his eyes at the term, opening his mouth to argue and Minji flashes him a look. He sighs, nodding his head and leaning back onto the bed frame.

“What if we have Sunwoo swoop in and take the girl Mark’s interested in, have her fall completely in love with our sweet, sweet Sunu. Then he breaks her heart when the task is completed, so not only will Mark feel sad for her, but he’ll feel guilty knowing this wouldn’t have happened if he didn’t move on so fast.” Minji says with a grin, looking at her two friends to see their reactions. Chanhee frowns immediately at the idea, while Sunwoo stares back at Minji with an open-mouthed smirk.

“We haven’t done anything fun like this in a while, I think it’d be cool.” Minji claps her hands in glee at his response, about to start planning the whole thing when Chanhee intervenes. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I understand revenge on Mark, but why do we have to bring the girl into it? She didn’t do anything wrong to Minji.”

“I don’t see why not. Don’t be a party pooper Chanhee, just help us plan it out mm?” Chanhee stares at his two best friends, obviously seeing that he won’t be able to get through to them. He lets out a sigh, raising up his hand as a way of saying well, get along with it.

“Well what I know about this girl is that her name is yln yn. She’s a year younger than us and goes to the same uni. Apparently her and Mark were close when they were in high school, but lost contact when he moved.”

“So his first love basically.” Sunwoo states, and Minji nods at him. “Ding, ding, ding! You’re correct. She works at the flower shop down by that cat café near your guys’ apartment complex.”

“Sounds like you know a lot about her for someone who just got their heartbroken.” Minji slaps the back of Chanhee’s head and he lets out a small whine. Sunwoo chuckles as he watches Chanhee rub the back of his neck, glaring up at Minji.

“Have to know the enemy, don’t I?” She asks with a smirk. Sunwoo takes a sip of his water before turning towards Minji and asking, “So what’s the plan?”

She bites her lip excitedly, walking over to grab her corkboard and sticky notes. Minji turns back around with a big smile.

“Here’s what I was thinking…”

“I hope your wife enjoys the bouquet Mr.Lee!” He gives you a big smile, waving bye as he steps out of the shop. You let out a breath, feeling satisfied by another happy customer. Leaning back onto the counter, you grab your water bottle and take a sip, only to immediately choke and spit it back out into the bottle when the door chimes.

“Hi! Welcome to-” The words die in your throat when you lay eyes on the man who walked in. His black hair is slightly curled over his forehead, plush lips in a small pout as he takes a look around the store. He’s wearing a white turtleneck with a beige overcoat, making it appear as if he just came out of a photoshoot.

The infamous Kim Sunwoo, a senior at Seoul National University. He’s notorious for sweeping people off their feet in a matter of minutes, being both charming and handsome really works in his favor. You can’t deny that he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but you’ve heard the rumors.

don’t get pulled in.

He runs a hand through his hair, flashing you a smile as he steps over to the counter.

oh jesus.

“Hi, I heard you guys make really pretty bouquets?” You nod your head silently, and he cocks his head to the side.

oh BITCH! You’re supposed to speak!

“I mean, I guess so! I’d say bouquets and flower crowns are our specialty.” Sunwoo lets out a small smile, finding you to be a lot cuter than he originally expected. “What’s the occasion?”

Sunwoo takes a good look at you, analyzing your features as you look at him expectantly. He stares into your eyes, tilting his head when he sees how they sparkle back at him. He’s heard a lot about people holding stars in their eyes, but he never believed it.

Until now.

“Um, sir?” Sunwoo shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he snaps himself out of his daze. You look down at your hands, feeling shy at the fact that you just caught Sunwoo basically checking you out. He grins at your shyness, “It’s my friend’s birthday soon, I wanted to get her something nice.”

“Okay, well here’s a photobook of our recent bouquets we’ve made, as well as the customer favorites. My favorite flowers are daisies, but I personally like bouquets with sunflowers because,”

Sunwoo listens attentively as you explain the different bouquets, and the meaning of the flowers added to them. He watches the way your eyes sparkle even more when you talk about something you’re passionate about, even letting out giggles when you look up at him with a bright smile on your face.

“Well, I suppose I’ll get the sunflower bouquet you recommended to me.” You nod your head, typing in the order into the computer. “Great decision.”

“What time will it be ready tomorrow?” Sunwoo asks, leaning forward onto the counter. You find yourself scooting backwards from the close proximity, choosing to look busy with the computer. “I can have it ready by 12 pm, if that works for you?” The pretty boy nods his head, grinning at your shyness.

this will be a piece of cake, Sunwoo thinks to himself.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. My name is Kim Sunwoo by the way.” You nod your head as you type in his name for the order. Glancing up from the computer screen you see him watching you with an amused expression on his face, and you raise an eyebrow. “Is there something on my face? Shit, it might be the sparkles from that ribbon...”

Sunwoo giggles at you, shaking his head. “No, there’s nothing on your face, yn.” You raise an eyebrow again, and he smiles. “How do you know my name?”

He points at your nametag, and you look down at your hands, letting out a small, ah.

i… am stupid.

“Both silly and beautiful, a great combo.” Your eyes widen at the compliment, realizing you’re about to be one of the people that Sunwoo breaks and that’s when you snap out of it. Sunwoo’s smile drops slightly when he sees you look at him with a serious expression on your face, stark contrast to the shy smile you were sporting previously.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunwoo.” He nods his head slowly, giving you a smile before walking out of the shop. You let out a breath, leaning back onto the counter and closing your eyes.

not gonna fall for it.

“It’s been two weeks and you’re telling me she still hasn’t fallen for you yet?” Minji asks Sunwoo as they hangout by the bar. They watch Chanhee from across the club, seeing him giggling with a girl. Sunwoo takes a sip of soju, letting out a sigh as he remembers his failed attempts of asking you on a date.

“No one’s ever said no to me before, so that shit kinda hurt my ego.” Minji rolls her eyes, muttering about how you must either be blind or stupid, or both.

probably both.

“Maybe I should’ve made Chanhee do it.” Sunwoo flashes her a glare, turning away to look around the club. His thoughts keep going back to the first time you turned him down, and he chugs the rest of his soju.

“Here’s the bouquet! I hope your friend likes them.” You tell Sunwoo with a smile, handing him the delicate yellow bouquet. He grins at the bright assortment, finding them a lot prettier than expected. He glances up at you, finding himself staring into your eyes once again as he says,

“She’ll love them, thank you.” You nod your head, typing into the computer that you’ve given the client the flowers. Sunwoo stands idle for a moment, and you look back at him, wondering why he hasn’t left yet.

“Is there something else-”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Your eyes widen, clearly taken aback by his request, before you chuckle, “No thank you.”

“Great! I’ll pick you up at- wait.” You stare at him in amusement as he fumbles over his words. “Did you say no?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I know the type of guy you are, Sunwoo.” Sunwoo’s shocked expression turns into an amused smile, and you watch as he even lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. He leans onto his elbows on the counter, staring into your eyes, “And what may that be?”

You smile, and he waits for your response. You lean onto the counter as well, watching as Sunwoo swallows from the close distance between the two of you that you initiated.

“The one that makes any girl he wants melt into putty in his hands. Then when he gets what he wants, he leaves. I’m not going to fall for it, Kim Sunwoo.” He blinks at you in shock, and you give him a sweet smile, leaning back and taking a sip of water from your water bottle.

“Have a wonderful day.” Sunwoo snaps out of his state of surprise, and lets out a deep chuckle, looking at you with a challenge to his eye.

“I’ll prove you wrong, pretty. I’ll see you around.”

Sunwoo scowls at the memory, and Minji lets out a sigh when she turns her head to see the crease between his eyebrows. She reaches up and rubs the area with her thumb until the frown disappears, and she gives him a smile.

“Let’s dance, hm?” Not waiting for his answer, she grabs Sunwoo’s hand and brings him onto the dance floor. They sway with each other for a few minutes, with Sunwoo clearly still thinking of you as he blindly follows Minji’s lead. She squints at how unusual Sunwoo’s being, and pats the top of his head.

“She’ll come around Sunu, they always do. When she does, remember the plan.” Minji says in an attempt to reassure him, and he bites his lip, thoughts trailing back to your smile as he says,

“She’s not like them though.”

“Sunwoo, why are you here again?” You ask boredly as you spray the daisies at the front of the shop, not even sparing him a glance. He freezes, before holding out an unopened boba, and you finally turn your head to see him looking at anything but you. “I got you the classic pearl green milk tea, I wasn’t sure what your favorite flavor was so I decided to play it safe.”

You stare for a moment, finding it sort of endearing that he’s too shy to even glance at you right now. Deciding to be nice, you reach out and take it, feeling warmth flood your face when he finally locks eyes with you. Sunwoo wipes his original surprised expression off his face, now smiling at the fact that you took the drink.

It’s been three weeks since Sunwoo’s ordered those flowers, and he’s visited the shop every time you're on shift. He hasn’t even bought flowers since the day he ordered the bouquet, he just comes to talk to you and help out in the shop. He keeps trying to take you out on a date, but you never give him the time of day. Your own boss has fallen for him, nudging your hip and telling you to “say yes to the handsome man already!” You’ve never heard of Sunwoo trying so hard to get with someone, let alone drag it out for three weeks. So now you’re left wondering if he genuinely does like you?

“It’s my favorite flavor, thank you.” Sunwoo lets out a sigh of relief, and the corner of your lip quirks up. You cough into your shoulder, turning around to walk back into the shop after an awkward silence settles over the two of you. He reaches out and grasps your elbow softly to stop you, and you slowly turn your head to look back at him.

“Are you going to ask me if I can go out with you again?”

“…”

“You already know my answer, Sunwoo.”

“Give me one night.” You don’t pull away, and he takes it as a sign to continue. “Let me take you out on one date, and I’ll let you decide whether I’m the type of guy you think I am. You can leave whenever you want, I just want one chance with you.” You stare into his eyes, finding truth to his words, and you let out a sigh.

“Okay.” Sunwoo tries to fight the smile emerging onto his face, resulting in his pretty lips quivering a bit.

“Okay.”

“… Okay.”

“I’ll see you.” Sunwoo says, turning around and beginning to walk away. You immediately frown, “You’re not going to give me your number?!”

“Check the boba!” He yells back, and you glance at the cup to see his number written on it, along with a message.

have a good day at work, yn <3

Biting your lip to stop the warmth from rushing to your cheeks, you turn your head to look at Sunwoo’s retreating figure. A smile breaks out on your face when you see him raise his hands in the air in victory, and you feel your heart warm.

“I guess he’s serious.”

“Hey, I’m here.” Sunwoo says into his phone, and he chuckles at the numerous curses you mutter as you slip on your shoes in a hurry. “I’ll be out in a sec!”

Hanging up the phone, Sunwoo makes sure the passenger seat is clean. He grabs his water bottle, taking a sip as you step into the car. When he swallows the water, he opens his mouth to greet you, only to pause when he lays eyes on you.

Instead of the t-shirt, jeans, and apron he always sees you in at work, you’re wearing a pleated black skirt with a white dress shirt and an oversized argyle patterned vest over it. Feeling Sunwoo’s stare on your side-profile as you buckle in your seatbelt, you turn your head and lock eyes with him, and he snaps out of his daze.

“You, uh.” He coughs into his shoulder in an attempt to hide the blush rising up his cheeks, “You look pretty.” Sunwoo muttters, and you smile shyly.

“Thanks, you look nice too.” He chuckles, pulling out of your driveway. “Just nice?”

“Just nice Sunwoo, don’t push my kindness.” You joke and he rolls his eyes at you. He hands you his phone for you to aux, and you smile happily as you search up a Day6 song to play. Sunwoo sneaks glances at you, and you chuckle when you notice his eyes continuing to be trained on you through your peripheral vision.

“You’re gonna get us in an accident if you keep turning your head to look at me.” He sputters, and you laugh at his reaction. He takes one more look at you as you giggle, finding the sound of your laugh a lot cuter than he should.

“Where are we going for our date?” You ask, and he shrugs. He takes a right at the stoplight before grinning at your question. “You’ll see.”

“Oooh, so it’s a surprise?” Sunwoo doesn’t respond, instead letting out a small hum to the tune of Day6’s new song. You smile, looking out the window to take in the view of Seoul at night for the remainder of the car ride.

“So, how was the date? It’s been like three weeks since we all last hung out like this. I need updates, Sunwoo, updates.” Minji asks as she flips the brisket on the grill. Chanhee takes a cooked piece, turning to look at his friend for his response.

Sunwoo stares at the meat quietly, a small grin appearing on his lips as he remembers how your guys’ first date ended.

“Can’t believe you fell while we were ice skating.” You giggle, and Sunwoo lets out a whine, patting his rather sore butt. He shoots you a playful glare, to which you stick your tongue out at him as he walks you to your door.

“At least I know I was able to make you laugh that hard on our first date.” Sunwoo jokes, and you give him a small smile. You’re surprised that tonight was so fun, it truly exceeded your expectations. The surprise location was the ice skating rink, to which you were incredibly excited for.

Sunwoo brought you there in hopes that he could teach you how to skate, but little did he know, you already knew how to. It ended up becoming a competition between the two of who could do the most intricate tricks. You won though, because Sunwoo literally ate shit when he tried to do an axle.

“So yn, what’s your final opinion of me after tonight? Am I the type of guy you originally thought I was?” Sunwoo asks once the two of you make it to your doorstep. You stare at him for a moment, taking in his handsome features. Tonight’s date was fun, and you learned a lot more about him than you ever thought you would. He’s charming, funny, kind, and lastly, you find him to be genuine.

As you look at Sunwoo, you let out a small breath when you come up with your verdict, and he nervously awaits your response even though he hides it well.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He repeats, and you give him a big smile as you open your front door. You slip off your shoes, and turn back to look at Sunwoo.

“Have to go on a second date to come up with my opinion.” You say, closing the door before he can ask more questions.

Sunwoo stands there for a moment, letting your words process in his brain. Once it finally hits him, he lets out a smile, clapping his hands in victory. Sunwoo pumps the air, stepping off your porch and heading towards his car with newfound confidence and excitement filling his veins.

It’s been three weeks since then, and you and Sunwoo have gone on three more “official dates.” The other times the two of you have hung out are for some reason, not considered dates, and more of you guys just bonding. Whether it be helping each other with homework, Sunwoo coming to help you at the shop, or the two of you doing late night convenience store runs to eat ramen, there’s something going on between the both of you.

Chanhee is able to sense something different as he stares at his friend, knowing that this was going to happen. Minji notices as well, considering that Sunwoo still hasn’t answered her question. She frowns at him, reaching out and slapping his arm. He jumps back, startled as he looks at his two best friends.

“You don’t like yn… right?” Minji asks, to which Sunwoo stares at her as memories of you flood his mind when he tries to come up with an answer.

He remembers the way your whole face lights up when food gets placed in front of you, and how you just let your glasses fog up when the two of you eat ramen. He’s tried to take your glasses off when you eat the hot noodle dish, but you would slap his hand away each time, giving him a smile.

“My glasses are just having a sauna, leave them be.”

Minji tilts her head to the side, and that’s when Sunwoo cracks a small smile, looking up at her. “No, I don’t like yn.”

You lay on your bed, scrolling through Twitter to try and find some cursed emoji pictures when you hear your front door unlock. Sunwoo steps in with a bucket of fried chicken, taking off his shoes and slipping into the pair of slippers you left by the door. He places the food on your kitchen counter, before walking over to your room and peeking his head inside to see you laying on your bed, not even giving him a glance.

“You know, if it wasn’t me who entered your house and instead it was some crazy serial killer, you absolutely would’ve died.” Sunwoo says, announcing his presence. You finally look away from your phone, giving him a sarcastic laugh before going back to Twitter. He scoffs, walking into your room and snatching your phone out of your hands.

“Hey!”

You open your mouth to argue, only for Sunwoo to interrupt by saying, “Come eat first, I brought chicken.” It promptly shuts you up, and you stand up off your bed, quickly following him into the kitchen.

You let out a squeal once you see the chicken, opening up the container and taking out a piece. You take a bite, and Sunwoo watches you with a knowing grin on his face. You squint your eyes at him, pointing at the chicken to get him to eat as well. He rolls his eyes, grabbing one and taking a bite.

The two of you spend the next half hour finishing up the chicken. With Sunwoo threatening to throw a bone at you, and you sneaking the crispy pieces of his chicken whenever he’s not looking. Once you’re both done though, you sit down on your couch, still a bit of space between the two of you.

You and Sunwoo have been hanging out for a month and a half now, him even having the spare key to your place while you have his. Sometimes he just randomly comes over to do homework on your floor which scares your roommate to death sometimes, while you sneak over to his at night to steal some of his soju when you run out. Other times you both just watch movies together or play video games. You don’t know what you guys are as neither of you have made a move to make it official.

In all honesty, all the two of you have done to progress your relationship is accidentally brush your hands together. Sunwoo’s just waiting to see if your opinion of him has officially changed, while you’re waiting for him to ask you to be his girlfriend as you are too shy to ask him.

“Yn.” You turn your head to look at Sunwoo, eyes glazing over his handsome features. His black hair that’s usually straight is resting in slight waves on his forehead, emphasizing the overall soft look that he has going on today. “Mm?”

“Have you come up with your final opinion?” Sunwoo asks, reaching out and tucking a stray piece of hair that fell over your nose behind your ear. When you look up into his eyes and he sees the sparkle in them, his hand freezes, staying rested on your cheek.

Your eyes slowly trail down at his pink lips, heart rate increasing when his tongue darts out to lick them. Sunwoo stares at you, feeling the tension in the room rise as he watches your eyes move back up from his mouth. His thumb brushes against your cheek, beginning to hear his heartbeat in his ears by how nervous he is.

“Yn.”

“Sunwoo.”

“Can I kiss you?” Sunwoo watches the way your eyes sparkle up at him, finding himself to be the luckiest man in the world to see you like this. You nod your head slowly, letting out a breath, “Yeah.”

Without wasting another second, Sunwoo leans in close and tentatively presses his lips to yours. Your hand reaches up, entangling your fingers into his hair. He pulls away, just to capture your lips again after a second of staring, slowly leaning you back until you’re laying on the couch.

i don’t like her. i don’t like yn. Sunwoo mutters in his brain like a mantra the more he kisses you. His hand lowers to your hip, squeezing it slightly when you tug on his hair again. He hears his heartbeat in his ears, tingles in his stomach when you slightly suck on his bottom lip.

i don’t like her. this is a game. this is for minji.

“Be my girlfriend?” Sunwoo whispers against your lips in between kisses, completely ignoring what the voices in his head are saying. You pull away, looking at him with wide eyes, but his gaze is focused on your pretty swollen lips.

“Did you just?” He glances up into your eyes, and he lets out a small smile. A giggle comes out of you, and you raise a hand to your warm face.

“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Sunu.” Sunwoo bites his lip as a grin breaks out onto his face, before leaning back down and kissing you breathless again.

if i didn’t like her, then why do i feel like this? why do i wanna kiss her more, why do i only want to kiss her, why do i not want her kissing anyone else like this?

why does it feel like this isn’t just some game anymore?

“You’re crazy.”

“Says the one who tried to duct tape their friend to the wall once.”

“Okay, in my defense,” You stare at Sunwoo from across the table, giving him an amused smile as you wait for him to continue. “Chanhee let me duct tape him to the wall. It was a joint effort, yn.”

You roll your eyes, reaching out and hitting his shoulder lightly, before taking a sip of your boba. Sunwoo smiles at the sparkle in your eyes, taking note that the sunlight hitting your skin is as beautiful as the cherry blossoms blooming in the spring.

It’s been two months since you and Sunwoo have called it official, three and a half months since the day you guys met, and the two of you have become the talk of your guys’ university. Everyone who knows Sunwoo as the guy who never settles, has finally settled. You’re in the limelight as well, girls either being envious or worried for you, and guys nodding their head in approval at Sunwoo’s decision.

“You’re really pretty like this.” Your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden compliment, beginning to feel shy by Sunwoo’s stare. You look down at your boba, small smile taking over your features. “Like what?”

“Happy. You look pretty when you’re happy.” Sunwoo mutters softly, eyes holding an emotion that is indecipherable to you.

But it’s easy to read for Chanhee as he stares at the two of you from across the cafe. He shakes his head in disappointment, knowing that Sunwoo’s going to have to tell you the truth one day. Chanhee watches as Sunwoo reaches out and rests his hand over yours, a happy smile forming on his face when you make a joke.

i haven’t seen him this happy with another girl in a long time, Chanhee thinks to himself, taking one last sip of his boba. He walks over to the front doors, throwing his cup in the trash. He takes one more glance at the two of you, now finding you excitedly telling Sunwoo a story of who knows what while the latter just stares at you with a fond smile on his face.

All Chanhee knows is that you’re happy, and Sunwoo’s happy, but it’s going to be taken away as soon as you find out the truth.

“Sunwoo, when are you going to end things with yn? It’s been over three months since you two became ‘official’, I’m pretty sure she’s already head over heels for you.” Minji asks from her couch. She blows on her newly painted nails, making sure they dry properly. Chanhee shoots the striped ball into the pocket, taking note of the way Sunwoo visibly stiffens after the question is asked.

“She’s not head over heels.” Sunwoo answers, nodding his head once Chanhee misses the next striped ball. He leans down, getting ready to hit a solid. “Are you sure that’s it? Or have you forgotten our fucking plan?”

Sunwoo pauses, turning his head to look at Minji, only to find her glaring at him. Chanhee lets out a small sigh, pulling out his phone to try and distract himself as the tension in the room rises. Sunwoo rolls his eyes, turning back towards the pool table.

“You’re supposed to make yn fall in love with you and then break her heart so that Mark feels horrible. Did you forget that because you think she’s some good fuck?” Sunwoo slams the pool stick down on the table, actively startling Minji and Chanhee.

“You know that yn hasn’t even mentioned Mark since I first started talking to her? He hasn’t tried to see her either, you know that? It makes me wonder why you even decided to target yn in the first place.” Sunwoo says, turning his head to see Minji’s reaction. He watches as her demeanor shifts slightly, suddenly appearing to look guilty, and he squints at her. Sunwoo pushes off the pool table and walks over to Minji so that he’s standing a few feet from her.

“And don’t you ever degrade yn to just being a good fuck again.” Minji blinks up at Sunwoo, not used to having his anger directed towards her. Her initial shock shortly turns into rage. Laughing, she stands up off the couch to stand her ground. “What a joke, you fucking fell for her didn’t you?”

Sunwoo turns away, clenching his fists as he stares out Minji’s window. Chanhee watches from the pool table, feeling wracked by nerves as he watches his two best friends argue for the first time ever.

“Kim Sunwoo, the man at Seoul National University who was unattainable. The one who was called cold hearted because he’d break the hearts of people left and right, has developed feelings for the pawn in our game.” Minji sneers, now staring at Sunwoo with an amused look on her face. He finally turns and stares directly down into Minji’s eyes, feeling anger flood through him.

“And what about it?” Minji’s mouth drops open slightly, having not expected him to confess. Chanhee stares between the two of them, afraid of the tension rising in the room. “W-What?”

“I’m in love with yn. She’s witty, intelligent, funny, kind, beautiful; if you made a list of all the good traits in the ideal person then that’s yn’s description. I’m not going to play her like that, she’s no longer just a game. And I’m not going to be a pawn in your revenge plot anymore either.” Sunwoo states, before turning around to go and grab his phone. Minji reaches out and grabs his arm, but he doesn’t look back.

“You think she’s going to forgive you when she finds out?”

The room stays silent for a moment, and Minji thinks she’s won from the way Sunwoo’s staring at the floor. Her heartbeat picks up when Sunwoo rips his arm from her grasp, turning to glance at her.

“No, and I hope she won’t ever forgive me when she finds out. Yn deserves someone better than me. Someone who won’t blindly follow their friend and purposefully hurt a girl who didn’t do anything to be involved in this.” Sunwoo states, and Chanhee bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at the floor.

“I’m a horrible, selfish person for what I have done to yn, but I’m going to do at least one thing right and tell yn the truth, myself.” Sunwoo explains, before turning and walking towards the door, raising his hand up to grab the door handle.

“If you walk out that door, we’re no longer friends Sunwoo.” Minji threatens in one last weak attempt to get Sunwoo to stay, feeling afraid that she’s about to lose him. That she no longer has the control she once had over her best friend.

Sunwoo stills for a moment, before grabbing the door handle and ripping the door open, shutting it directly behind him. The slam of the door echoes through the room, a sense of finality settling itself upon Minji and Chanhee.

“Fuck.”

You hum quietly as you tend to the orchids, finding the blue ones to be incredibly pretty on this sunny day. The sound of the door chime rings throughout the shop, and you turn your head to greet the incoming customer.

“Hi! Welcome to Bloom Bloo-”

“Yn?” Your eyes widen when you recognize your old friend, immediately breaking out into a smile as you stand up at your full height to wave at him.

“Mark! What are you doing here?” You ask as you walk over towards him, and he gives you a grin as he opens his arms and pulls you into his embrace. Your eyes widen slightly at the skinship, having briefly forgotten how Mark shows his love as you tentatively wrap your arms around him, patting his back.

“I came to order a burger and fries, actually.” Mark answers when he pulls away, and you squint at the man, pushing him with your hand as you walk over to the register, listening to him laugh that contagious laugh of his from behind you.

“Haha, so funny.” You say, trying to fight back the smile that’s threatening to break out onto your face. Mark catches it though, and giggles to himself. “Based on the smile you’re fighting, I can see that you hold some truth behind that statement.”

You shake your head, turning back towards your friend and getting a good look at him. His brown hair is parted to the side, showing off his forehead and nice eyebrows. He’s wearing a brown hoodie with a black puffer jacket over it, and you purse your lips, wondering why it seems like he put in a bit more effort into his appearance.

“Are you checking me out, yn?” Mark asks with a teasing grin, and you roll your eyes. You open your mouth to respond, only to pause when you hear a familiar voice ring through the shop.

“You better be talking about a bouquet of flowers.” You and Mark look towards the entrance to see Sunwoo standing there, frown on his face. He squints when he locks eyes with Mark, and the brunette raises an eyebrow when he recognizes the man.

“Sunwoo?”

“Sunu, with how much you come into the shop, you should just apply for a job here.” You joke, watching as Sunwoo’s features immediately soften slightly when he looks over at you. He lets out a small smile, shaking his head at you.

“I wouldn’t be able to bring in as many customers as you, anyways.” Sunwoo tells you, walking over and patting your head over the counter.

You grin, grabbing one of the daisy flower crowns you made in the morning and placing it over Sunwoo’s head. Mark glances between the two of you, and he finds himself squinting at Sunwoo when he remembers his reputation on campus.

“You two are dating?” Mark asks, and you nod your head.

“For a bit over four months now.” Sunwoo adds, feeling his heart thump against his chest as Mark stares at him with a hint of suspicion in his gaze. The brunette simply turns back towards you, and gives you a smile.

“I’m happy for you, yn. You’ve been single for as long as I can remem-” Mark sputters when you spray him with the spray bottle full of water, and Sunwoo bites back the laugh that almost escapes him. Mark wipes his eyes and shoots you a glare, making you giggle a bit.

“Yn! I have a date in an hour, don’t ruin my hair.” Mark whines, and you laugh, “Then don’t boast about how lonely I was!”

A frown forms on Sunwoo’s face as he watches you and Mark begin to discuss the numerous bouquet options he can choose from for his upcoming date. The memory of Minji saying that you were the one Mark was showing interest in plays in his mind, and he bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if that was ever even true.

“Take care of those, I made that bouquet this morning!” You say, breaking Sunwoo out of his thoughts as Mark carefully takes the arrangement of flowers from your grasp. He nods his head, “Careful is my middle name.”

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun on your date!” You tell Mark, and he smiles, nodding his head. It comes to Sunwoo’s surprise when Mark turns to him, gesturing towards the door.

“Can you get the door for me, man?” Sunwoo nods his head, walking over and pushing open the door for him. The brunette smiles, walking through the door, but stopping to quietly mutter,

“I know how your trio used to do things in high school, and I know that Minji was upset when I ended things. I only broke up with her because I learned of the type of people you guys are. This better not be one of your trio’s games, because yn doesn’t deserve that. And if it is, then end it now.”

Sunwoo stands frozen as Mark gives him one more smile and sends a wave towards you, before walking out the door. You tilt your head at your boyfriend, wondering why he looks so guilty as he stares down at the ground.

“Sunwoo? Are you okay?” You ask, seemingly breaking him out of his daze. Sunwoo looks back towards you, giving you a smile as he walks over. “Did Mark say something? He’s always been protective, even when we were younger.”

Sunwoo shakes his head at you, reaching out across the counter and taking ahold of your hand. You raise an eyebrow, watching as Sunwoo cups your hand within both of his.

“What’s on your mind, Sunu?”

“Are you free tomorrow?” Sunwoo asks instead, and you stare at him in silence for a moment. You let out a small giggle, shaking your head and reaching out with your free hand, patting the top of his head, the delicate petal of one of the daisies brushing against your wrist.

“Were you nervous about asking me on a date? That’s so cute, but yes. I should be free tomorrow.” Sunwoo gives you a smile, and you find that it doesn’t really reach his eyes as he stares at you.

“Great. I’ll meet you at the bus stop tomorrow, okay?” Sunwoo asks, and you nod your head, warmth flooding your face as you stare at your boyfriend. Sunwoo bites the inside of his cheek from the stars in your eyes, wondering how he’ll ever be able to tell you the truth. He lets go of your hand after pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, turning and walking towards the doors, but stopping to glance back at you.

“See you, pretty.” Sunwoo tells you, and you smile at the nickname.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunwoo!” He grins, pushing open the glass doors and walking out of the shop.

The smile on his face falls once he’s far from the flower shop, and he takes a deep inhale of the Summer air, the daisy flower crown that’s resting over his head suddenly feeling heavy. He finds that it resembles the weight of his heart as he knows that everything’s about to be broken.

one day. i just want to spend one last day with yn.

You sit on the bench by the bus stop, waiting for Sunwoo to arrive so that the two of you can go to the aquarium. You unlock your phone to see if there’s a new message from him, only to see no new notifications.

“I know the feeling.” You jump up, turning towards the sudden voice to find a pretty girl standing beside you. Her brown hair falls in waves down her shoulders, and she’s wearing an off the shoulder floral top paired with a beige skirt. You tilt your head to the side, finding her rather familiar.

“Hi yn, I’m Minji. Sunwoo’s friend.” She introduces, and you have to stop yourself from letting out an ohhh because now you recognize her. “Oh, hi Minji.” You reach out and shake her hand, giving her a smile.

“Are you waiting for the bus?” You ask, and she shakes her head, letting out a small laugh. “I drove. In all honesty, I came to pick you up.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, having no clue as to where you’d even go since you haven’t met Minji before. She gives you a smile, “Sunwoo told me to come get you because he’s running a bit late due to Chanhee being silly, per usual. He said he’ll come pick you up at my house.”

“He did?”

“You don’t believe me?” You immediately raise your hands up to tell her you didn’t mean to imply that she’s a liar, but Minji stops you right away while giggling at your antics. “I was kidding yn, don’t worry. Now, do you want to come hangout at my house or do you want to wait here by the bus stop?”

You stare at her for a moment, before letting out a small smile. “I think there’s an obvious answer in that question.”

“Wow! Your house is so nice.” You state as you stare in awe at all the beautiful artworks put on display. Minji waves her hand at you, telling you not to flatter her so much. You follow her up to her room, still looking around with child-like fascination.

damn, this almost makes me feel bad. she’s kinda sweet. Minji thinks to herself as the two of you finally make it up to her room. She places her bag down by her bed, removing the earrings from her ears. You stand shyly by the door, unsure of where to sit, or if you’re even allowed to sit. Minji turns towards you with a grin on her face.

“You can sit over there, yn.” She tells you, pointing over towards the small couch in the corner by her desk. You nod, walking over to go and sit down, only to pause once you see a corkboard laying over the wooden surface.

“I’m going to use the restroom, be right back.” Minji announces, a smile on her face when she sees you staring at the board. She walks out of the room, pulling her phone out of her pocket to call Sunwoo.

“What?” Sunwoo answers as he heads towards the bus stop where you’re waiting. He lets out a soft smile down at the lavender daisies he bought on his way, planning to surprise you with them since they’re your favorite flower. He remembers the small box in his room, a gift he plans to give you after you guys get back from the aquarium. “Just wanted to let you know that you should probably turn around and head over to my house.”

Your hand slowly lifts up the board, tears filling your eyes.

“Why?” Sunwoo pauses when he doesn’t see you sitting at the bench the two of you agreed to meet at. He lowers the flowers once he realizes what Minji means, cursing to himself before turning around and beginning to sprint.

“Have a nice run.” Minji says cheerfully, hanging up the phone and placing it onto the bathroom counter. She smiles, walking into the bathroom to splash water onto her face in an attempt to wash away the small feeling of regret.

You stare at the photos of you taken from your social media, gaze following the red line that lands on different notes with the names of the places you work and hangout at. Your heart shatters as you read the instructions on what to do when Sunwoo meets each new step with you. Your eyes land on the very last note, and it takes everything in you to not crumple onto the floor.

break her heart.

The feeling of wanting to vomit builds up in your throat, the realization that you were just a pawn in their sick game slamming into you like a train. That you fucking fell for it, you fell for him. You drop the board, stepping away from it as if it’s cursed. You quickly leave the room, dashing down the steps and running out the door. Minji watches from upstairs, letting out a sigh once you slam the door shut.

The tears blur your vision as you run off her property, trying to get as far away as you can. You slam straight into a hard chest, stumbling backwards that their hands have to reach out and grasp your arms so that you don’t fall. You wipe away your tears with the back of your hands, opening your mouth to apologize, only to stop when you realize who helped you.

Sunwoo stares back at you, sweat dripping down his face from running, purple daisies on the ground beside him, now missing multiple petals. You rip your arms out of his grasp, feeling a sob bubble up in your chest as the two of you stare at each other in silence.

“Yn, I-”

“Don’t. Just. Stay away from me.” You state, attempting to walk around him, only for him to stop you.

“Yn, please. Let me explain. I can tell you everything, please just-”

“Explain what? That you used me for your revenge plot? That you strung me along for months when I had nothing to do with what happened between Mark and Minji? That you just think of me as some fucking joke?” Sunwoo shakes his head, grasping your arms to try and plead with you. The sob finally breaks out, and you reach up to cover your face. “God, no. Yn, you’re not a joke. You could never be a joke. I never meant for it to get this far. It was all a plan at first but then I got to know you and I fell in l-”

“S-Save it. I don’t want to hear anymore lies.” You mutter, and Sunwoo’s eyes begin to water when you remove his hands from your arms. You stare at him, tears continuing to fall from your eyes as you do so, wondering how you let this happen.

how you let yourself fall for him.

“I-I just wanted one more day. One more day with you, and I was going to tell you everything.” Sunwoo chokes out, hands shaking by his sides as he waits for a response. After a moment of silence, he tentatively reaches up to try and rest his hand on your cheek, “Please, yn. Let me explain-”

“How come I have to get punished just because I love you?”

Sunwoo pauses, staring into your pained eyes as his hand slowly lowers back down to his side. The sparkle that he was so used to, now replaced with the glassiness from your tears. You wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, realizing you confessed that you love him for the first time.

How unfortunate.

With that, you turn around and walk away from him, not looking back. Sunwoo watches your figure shrink until you’re out of sight, and he drops to his knees, tears finally streaming down his face. He rests his face onto his arm, crying loudly as his heart completely shatters from what he ruined. While Minji watches from her gate, gulping down the feeling of guilt as she stares at her best friend experiencing heartbreak for the first time.

“I hope you’re eating well and taking care of yourself. I-” Sunwoo says into the phone as he stares up at his ceiling. Chanhee stares at him from his doorway, feeling sad for his best friend. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Sunwoo mutters, ending the call before the voicemail can catch the sound of him crying. He places his phone beside him, covering his face with his hands to try and muffle his sobs.

It’s been three weeks since you found out the truth, and Sunwoo’s been calling you everyday since then. He’s refused to leave his room unless it’s to use the restroom or grab food. Other than that, he rots in his bed all day, the feeling of regret and resentment towards himself flooding his veins.

That and soju, lots of soju.

“Sunu, do you want me to bring in the dinner I made?” Chanhee asks, and Sunwoo doesn’t answer, turning over in bed and covering his face with a pillow instead. “You need to eat.”

Sunwoo just curls up even more, closing his eyes as more tears escape. Chanhee lets out a small sigh, walking out to go and grab the food anyways. He lifts up the tray, carefully stepping back into Sunwoo’s room and placing it on his desk.

“It’s there if you need it.” Chanhee says softly, before closing the door.

While you, you’ve also been laying in bed for the past three weeks. Currently you’re listening to the last voicemail Sunwoo left you, crying as you hear his voice shake towards the end when he apologizes. You turn over, clutching your pillow tightly against your chest as you sob. Your roommate looks at your closed door, concern written all over their features as they hear your loud cries.

You haven’t been to work as you called in sick. Your manager understands, having heard from your roommate that you’re not in the best mental state. All you’ve done is eat, sleep, and sit in the shower for hours at a time, just letting the water run over you.

While Sunwoo has hurt you deeply, you can’t help but miss him. You yearn to hear out his side, try and be understanding, try again, but then you remind yourself that you were just a game.

just a game.

“Hi, is yn home?” Your roommate points towards your room. “Be careful though, she hasn’t really left her room for the past month.”

Chanhee gives her an understanding nod, knowing that Sunwoo’s doing the same thing. He slips off his shoes, before walking over to your door and knocking softly on the surface. You turn your head, muttering for them to come in, expecting your roommate. Your eyes widen when the door opens and you recognize Chanhee, Sunwoo’s best friend. You sit up, clutching the pillow tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Chanhee tentatively reaches his hands out, handing you a bag. You raise an eyebrow, taking it from him and looking inside. You let out a breath when you see a jewelry box. You lift it out of the bag, slowly opening it and biting back another sob when you lay eyes on the necklace.

“He was going to give it to you the day you guys were supposed to go to the aquarium, as a way to tell you he loves you, and that he’s sorry.” Chanhee explains, and you stare at the way the light reflects against the daisy pendant of the necklace.

“I know you might not want to hear this at all, but I’ve never seen Sunwoo pine after someone, let alone fall in love with one. Yet, I saw both of those things happen with you.” You slowly look up at Chanhee, who’s giving you a small, hopeful smile. “I know what he did was shitty, I tried to stop them from including you in the plan in general. I just, I’ve seen how you’ve changed him for the better. I know Sunwoo, and I know that he really regrets what he did. He wouldn’t be calling and texting you everyday if he didn’t. He doesn’t even text me, honestly.”

You look at the necklace, feeling sad, but somehow a bit better, more reassured. You glance back up at Chanhee, giving him a nod. “Thank you Chanhee.”

He gives you a smile, “Of course. Anything for your guys’ happiness.”

It’s been a month and a half since everything happened, and you’re finally leaving your room. It’s not much in your eyes, but your roommate was ecstatic about it, even though it’s just a trip to the convenience store. It’s also quite literally two am, but they said, any outside air is good air! You trudge over in your grey sweats and oversized black sweater, lifting up your glasses to rub your eye with the back of your hand.

Once you’re at the convenience store, you head straight towards the ramyun, grabbing the eight pack and walking out of the aisle. You step over to the register, pulling out your card to pay for it. The chime of the door opening grabs your attention, and you tiredly look up, only to freeze when you lock eyes with Sunwoo.

He doesn’t look any better, bags prominent under his eyes, black t-shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders. However, you still see him as the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. Shock is evident on his features as he stares at you, unsure of what to do. Sunwoo’s eyes trail down when something flickers at him, seeing the daisy pendant glimmer back at him from the light. He opens his mouth to say something, only for you to turn back towards the cashier once they hand you the bag of ramyun and your receipt.

Sunwoo clenches his fist, walking over towards the aisle where the soju is. You let out a shaky sigh, turning your head to look at his retreating figure, debating on following after him. After a moment, you shake your head, choosing to walk out of the store sadly.

Sunwoo stares at the box of soju for a moment after hearing the bells, signaling you left the store. He bites the inside of his cheek, having an internal battle with himself.

What if she doesn’t even wanna talk to me? She hasn’t answered my calls or texts for the last month and a half, that means she hates me.

I have no chance, she’ll never forgive me.

She shouldn’t forgive me for what I did.

I miss her.

Fuck.

Sunwoo immediately turns around and runs towards the door, forcefully shoving it open and feeling the cool night air hit him. He’s about to rush in the direction of your house, but immediately stops when he sees you waiting right there, sitting on the steps, your bag of ramyun placed beside you. You slowly turn your head, looking up at Sunwoo.

“Yn.”

“Sunwoo.”

The two of you stare in silence again, and you break it by patting the empty space beside you.

“I don’t think anyone will come to the shop in awhile, it’s literally two am.” You say, and Sunwoo lets out a breathless chuckle. He takes another step before sitting down beside you, and that’s when you both fall into another silence. Except this time it’s more comforting, being with each other after yearning for so long but knowing it was best to stay away.

“You look like shit.” You state, effectively breaking the silence, and Sunwoo glances at you, a grin gracing his features. He turns away, shaking his head and looking up towards the stars. “I know.”

You follow suit, staring up at the stars as well. A small smile appears on your face after a moment, and you turn your head to look at Sunwoo, only to realize he’s already staring at you. He lets out a content sigh, finding the stars slowly making their way back into your eyes. You turn away once you feel the warmth rush up to your cheeks, choosing to look at the parked car in front of the two of you. He looks back up towards the stars, trying to find which one shines the brightest.

Sunwoo comes to the conclusion that you shine brighter than the billions of stars in the sky as he does so.

“I’m sorry.” Sunwoo says after a moment, the sound of resentment present in his voice, and you let out a breath.

“I know.”

The two of you sit in silence, staring at your surroundings. A tear slips past your eye, and you wipe it away with your sweater paw. You wrap your arms around your knees, hugging them close to your chest as you stare at the empty road.

“I missed you, Sunwoo.” Sunwoo harshly bites the inside of his cheek, tears falling past his eyes as he continues to stare up at the night sky.

“I missed you too, yn.”

You let out a shaky breath after a moment, before leaning over and resting your head on Sunwoo’s shoulder. He freezes slightly at the contact, but relaxes. After a moment, he lays his head over yours, and that’s when you both know you’ll be okay.

we’ll be okay.

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hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

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outsideratheart · 4 years ago

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My Gold and My Girl (Julie Johnston x reader)

You had made it to the final, only one thing stood between you and a gold medal, that thing was Japan.

When you got dressed this morning you did it with pride and happiness. You looked in the mirror one last time before leaving the village.

“Interesting jersey choice” Stewie said as you made your way onto the bus.

“I want her to know that I am proud of her” you said looking down at your team USA soccer jersey.

Your were wearing a zip hoodie but decided that you would take it off as you enter the arena.

Julie’s Olympics didn’t end the way she wanted and you knew that she was taking the loss hard. She still had a bronze medal but when you have you heart set on gold nothing compares. When she texted you to say she was going home you were disappointed but you understood.

You saw the cameramen as you pulled up to the arena. As planned you took your hoodie off to make sure that the Johnston on your back was visible. There was no going back after today, Julie wore your jersey to the bronze medal game and the media was quick to report a new friendship saying that it was nice of her to buy one of your jerseys but you knew that they wouldn’t be saying the same after seeing you in hers.

You got changed and did your warm ups just like you did before every game, despite the stakes you didn’t treat this one any differently.

This team was your family and it soon came to you that this will probably be the last time that you would all play together. Rumours were beginning to circle about Sue and Diana’s retirement but you weren’t ready to think about that. The two women have played a big part in your career, they helped you become the player you are today as well as the person you are.

Before you knew it, it was time to get ready for the game. You are Breanna did your pre match ritual just like you did back in Seattle and then your were ready.

It was game time. Time to focus.

The first quarter went by in the blink of an eye.

“Y/N keep it up on the offence and keep riding 88, she is getting tired” Dawn told you and you nodded whilst downing a bottle of water.

You were the type of player that set the pace of the game. The majority of your career you almost always played the entire first quarter so by the end of you were sweaty and out of breath.

You start the second quarter on the bench put soon got put in. You were laser focused, as if the people off the court didn’t exist. You kept passing to Stewie who kept scoring. You knew where to to position yourself for the rebound. There was something about this game, it was going perfectly.

Half time came and you were all in the locker room going over what had happened in the first half.

You sit in your locker and look at your team, proud of them and of the game you had played so far.

“You ok?” Brittany asked as she passed you a towel.

“Yeah, just taking it in you know” she nodded her head before going to her own locker.

You rest your arms on your legs and put the towel over your head. You knew that a gold medal was almost yours but you still had to stay centred.

“Y/N’ you hear Diana saying your name.

“Yeah” you take the towel off and look at your teammate.

“You with us?” She asks and you nod your head.

“Do you mind if I say something?” you ask Dawn.

You watch her shake her head as you make your way to middle of the room.

“I know the game isn’t over yet but I want to tell you all how much of an honour it has been playing with you. You guys are like family to me and I thank god every time I get on that court with you. I don’t know what the future holds” you pause looking at Sue and Diana “So I just want to say thank you and lets go get us a gold medal”

You can’t help put smile as your teammates start clapping and cheering.

When you are walking out to the court you feel two hand grabs you.

“You trying to make us cry in there” Diana asks you.

“I just wanted you to know what it means to me to play with you both”

“Well we still have another half of basketball to play. You ready?” Sue says and you nod your head.

“I love you guys”

“We love you too” They both say at the same time.

The second half of the game you made a point to have fun, truly enjoy your time on the court and before you knew it the final whistle is blown.

You make sure to congratulate Japan on an excellent tournament before celebrating with your team.

You jump on Stewie’s back

“That’s two” You shout

“Yeah, it is!” She shouts just as loud back.

You get down and watch your teammates celebrate before getting called over to do media.

Once you are done you hear someone say your name and you turn around to a staff member handing you your phone, time to celebrate with the fans and the rest of the country.

You feel your phone vibrating and smile when you see your girlfriends picture pop up.

“Hi Baby”

“Congratulations! You did it, you are a gold medal winner!”

You really wish that you could celebrate with her.

“You could have more of a smile on your face” This confuses you as you look around but don’t see a camera on you.

“I am smiling” You lie

You see Brittany coming up to you and you tell Julie that you have to go but will call her later.

“Sorry to interrupt but we have to go get changed” she tells you and you follow her into the locker room.

After getting changed you go back to the court an line up between Stewie and Jewel.

“Come stand between us” Diana says.

You feel yourself getting emotional as you knew what this mean’t.

You all walked out onto the court so the medals can be handed out.

Diana puts yours around your neck and then you put Diana’s around hers. This was a moment that you would never forget.

Everyone begins to take pictures and you take a selfie with your medal and send it to Julie.

“I know you love to celebrate with us but I think there is someone here that really wants to see you” Dawn says.

You look at her confused, what is she talking about. Dawn puts her arm around your shoulder and points to the crowd.

There in the stands was Julie and Megan.

You walk over to her not wanting to bring to much attention to the two of you.

“Surprise!” She says

“How are you guys even here?” You ask.

Megan holds up her press pass and Julie does the same.

“So you guys are members of the press now.

“Something like that” The pink haired woman says.

“I am so proud of you Y/N, you were so good. I really wanted to scream your name but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise” Julie tells you.

“I am so happy your are here” You walk closer to her and look around for cameras.

You watch as Megan and sue kiss wishing you could do the same to your girlfriend.

“Come here” Julie says as she hold her hands out and you take them.

“I really want to kiss you” You tell her.

“I’m not stopping you” she says and that’s all you need to hear.

You reach up as she grabs your face bringing you closer, your lips touch. You are not sure how long you are like that but you feel sue elbow you in your side.

“Cameras” she says barely a whisper.

You begin to pull away.

“I don’t care” Julie says giving you a hug and kissing your forehead “It is time for the world to know you are all mine”

You hand your phone to sue.

“Will you please take a photo? Like she said, time to let the world know”

Sue takes a photo of you and Julie and you post it on your instagram with the captain ‘My gold and my girl”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt one shot #uswnt imagine #Julie ertz x reader #Julie ertz one shot #Julie ertz imagine #Julie Johnston x reader #Julie Johnston imagine #Julie Johnston one shot

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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 4 years ago

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A Glorious Moment in Sakaar

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: You’ve always disliked Loki, but when you end up stranded with him on an unknown planet, you put your hatred aside in order to work together. Turns out, the only thing you really hate is how much you actually like him.

Warnings: weapons, violence, enemies to lovers, implied smut

A/N: Had this in my drafts and just decided to post it... I’m definitely in a Loki mood on this fine day haha.

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)

Loki Masterlist

Out of all the people in the world who you could’ve gotten stranded with on an unknown, trash planet, Loki is the last person you’d wish to accompany you.

As soon as the two of you get thrown off the Bifrost and land on random dirty roads, he speaks. “Well, this looks rather unpleasant.”

Rolling your eyes, you don’t bother to respond, instead opting to scan the area around you. Wherever you landed, it’s heavily polluted.

“I think I’d rather have ended up in Hel,” Loki complains, his hands on his hips as he surveys with you.

“I wish you had.”

Loki looks over at you and chuckles. “What? Don’t want to be stranded here with your favorite God?”

You pretend to frantically look around. “What do you mean? I don’t see Thor anywhere.”

“Very funny.”

“I know I am,” you say before smirking at him and walking away. Loki is quick to match your pace.

“Let’s try to find some type of civilization and figure out an escape plan.”

Continuing to walk, you head towards a tall skyscraper-like building that you see in the distance. “Already on it.” You point ahead to show Loki.

Loki scoffs. “No need to point. I noticed it a while ago.”

“Sure you did.”

“I did. I’m a God for crying out loud. I sense things long before-”

A knife sits at the base of your throat, stopping you in place. You look over at Loki who’s in the same predicament.

“Loki?” you ask before you’re pulled back harshly, the knife lightly grazing your skin. Loki growls, lunging towards you.

“Hurt them and you’ll all suffer merciless deaths by my hand.”

You gasp at Loki’s protectiveness. Is it possible he cares for you? No, don’t even think about it. You hate this man. Remember?

The man behind Loki laughs at him before looking over at his partner. “I think the Grandmaster would like this one.”

The person behind you nods. “Let’s take ‘em in.”

You share one last glance with Loki before a bag is thrown over your head, preventing you from seeing anything else.

---

The bag’s removed from your head and you squint, your eyes adjusting to the harsh overhead lighting. You’re strapped to a chair, seated right next to Loki.

In front of you is a man. He’s tall in nature, just like Loki, and he’s smiling at the two of you.

“Where the hell are we?” You ask, struggling against the restraints.

The unknown man walks up to you before speaking. “Now, there’s no reason to do that. I’m just simply feeling you out before deciding whether to kill you or not.”

Again, Loki speaks up, surprisingly coming to your defense. “You’ll have to get through me before you even think of touching them.”

The man laughs at this and turns his attention onto Loki. “You must be the one they said I’d like… Seems like they were right. I do like you.” He claps his hands together. “Okay, so here’s the deal. You’re on my planet, Sakaar. I’m what they call the Grandmaster and usually with newcomers, I’d either kill them or throw them into the pits… which I guess is also death, but that’s not the point! The point is I like you two… especially you.” He points at Loki. “So, great news! You’re welcome to stay, I mean once people land here, they never really leave…” He awkwardly smiles at that, not knowing what else to say.

You look over at Loki, who’s already staring your way. The two of you gaze at each other silently before the Grandmaster once again claps his hands. “Let’s get the cuffs off these two!”

Once the cuffs are opened, you rub your wrists and stand up. The Grandmaster motions for the two of you to get away. “Go! Go mingle and have some fun!”

You look around the room and notice a gathering of people a few feet away. They’re all drinking and dancing, seemingly having the time of their lives.

You grab Loki’s arm and guide him towards the crowd. “C’mon, we gotta find a busy area to talk.”

Loki pulls his arm from your grasp. “Shouldn’t we find somewhere quiet to talk privately?”

You roll your eyes. “No, because then someone might hear us.”

“So instead, we’re to talk in the middle of a gathering?”

Shaking your head in irritation, you gesture towards the group of people. “They all seem drunk! Sounds like the perfect opportunity to blend in and discuss.”

Loki sighs. “Very well. I need a drink first.”

As he walks towards the bar, you once again grab his arm, stopping him in place. “What’re you doing?”

“I just told you. I’m getting a drink.”

“We need to be level-headed for this.”

He scoffs. “Darling, I really think you’ve forgotten that I’m a God. I can’t get drunk.”

“Yes, you can. I’ve witnessed it multiple times.”

He shakes his head. “I was just full.”

“That’s not the point! Just please-” You look towards the dancefloor. “Dance with me.”

“Pardon me?”

Instead of answering, you grab his hand and drag him over to the other dancers, pulling him flush against you, your back to his chest. You swear you hear Loki gasp as you sway your hips against him.

“What’re you doing?” His mouth is right next to your ear, his hands moving to grip your waist tightly. Your body heats up with his touch and you want to scream over its betrayal.

You turn your head slightly to look up at him. “We need to blend in.”

As he stares down at you, you get lost in his eyes. They’re an exquisite, light blue, pulling you in and making you forget about the situation around you. Erasing those thoughts from your mind, you focus on the plan. “I say we find where their weapons are placed. Steal some and then find a ship to escape back to Asgard on.”

“Your plan sounds impossibly easy.”

“Maybe it will be.”

“You know just as well as myself that it won’t be. But, I’ll go along with it. It’s not the worst of plans you’ve thought of and I fear we don’t have many other options.”

“Gee, thanks.” You spin around in his arms so you’re now facing him, chest to chest. Loki’s staring down at you, his eyes blazing. One of his hands moves to your face, grabbing your chin and tilting your face upwards. He licks his lips, his tongue sliding out to swipe across his bottom lip. You watch and you can’t help but wonder what his mouth would feel like against yours.

He leans down until his face is only inches from yours and you find yourself panting with a neediness you haven’t felt in a long time. Loki’s staring at your lips, ready to claim them for himself-

You remember where you are and pull away quickly, putting some distance between the two of you. “What’re you doing?”

Loki grins. “Just blending in, darling. You didn’t seem to mind.”

Trying to steady your rising heart rate, you take a deep breath. “Let’s just go find their weapons.”

Loki gestures for you to walk in front of him. “After you.”

---

Finding and stealing weapons turned out to be easier than you thought. Loki managed to grab multiple knives, as well as the same giant gun that you did.

Now, you’re heading towards the ship’s garage, intending to steal the best one you come across. You’re in an elevator, heading up to the top floor. As the doors are about to open, Loki puts his arm out in front of you. “I hear voices on the other side. Follow my lead.”

You nod your head. The doors open, revealing two guards with guns. In an instant, Loki has them both on the ground, knives stabbed into their chests.

He turns to look at you and grins. “Told you they’d come in handy.”

“You just wanted to show off.”

“For you? Always.”

You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time today and follow Loki towards a large, circular ship. “You think they’d have more guards in this area.”

Loki walks over to a station pressed against the wall, searching for the ship’s key. “You’d think, but let’s not stick around to find out.” Once he locates the key, he picks it up. “Ah, got it!”

The elevator opens back up, revealing ten new guards.

“Uh, Loki?”

Loki turns just in time to see five guards running full speed at him. He laughs before throwing the gun to the floor, placing the ship key in his pants, and pulling out two knives. “Well, hello. This is going to be fun.”

Across the room, you’re shooting at the other five guards, backing up as they move forward. You manage to knock three of them to the ground and drop the gun as the other two come running at you, full speed.

“Y/N!” Loki yells.

You turn to see him throwing you a knife and you catch it midair. Turning back to the two guards, you smirk. “Unfortunately for you two, I’m rather skilled with knives.”

“Not as skilled as myself though, just to be clear!”

You chuckle at Loki’s comment. “That’s what he tells himself to sleep better at night.”

Right after you say those words, you’re lunging at the guards, slicing your knife into one of their thighs. They hiss out in pain and you use the opportunity to grab them, placing your knife at the base of their neck. The other guard rushes you and you kick out, hitting them square in the stomach before dragging your knife across the captured guard’s neck, causing him to fall to the floor. You fall down and roll over, jumping back onto your feet before the other guard can tackle you.

Maneuvering around the guard, you swipe your leg out, tripping him up, causing him to fall to the floor. You roll onto the floor behind him and wrap your thighs around his neck, effectively cutting off his air supply. Once he’s knocked out, you get back up, wiping sweat off the top of your eyebrow. Loki is staring at you, an impressed look on his face. You stare back at him, admiring how he looks. He’s leaning against the ship, his hair disheveled with his arms crossed over his chest. The guards he fought are scattered across the floor, each one either dead or knocked out.

He walks up to you, his tall frame towering over you. “It was rather hot to see you beat up those guards.” His hand reaches down towards your face, his thumb wiping a few spots of blood off your cheek.

You close your eyes, trying to get a hold of yourself. When you reopen them, Loki is back over towards the ship, looking at you. “Ready, darling?”

Letting out a shaky breath, you will your legs to follow him onto the ship.

---

A gentle shake to your shoulder wakes you up. Slowly opening your eyes, you come face to face with Loki, who’s looking down at you with a small smile on his face, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You stare at his hand and he pulls it away before clearing his throat.

“We’re almost back at Asgard.”

You nod. “How long was I out?”

“Two hours? I didn’t want to interrupt since it was the first time you looked peaceful in years.”

Getting up, you glare at him. “Has anyone ever told you how charming you are?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. Quite a few.”

“I’m shocked.” You walk to the front of the ship, taking a seat in the pilot’s chair. “This thing on autodrive?”

Loki moves to take a seat next to you. “No, I figured I’d let it go so we can crash into the nearest crater and die. Put you out of your misery.”

“Out of my misery?”

“Yes, since you so clearly hate being around me.”

Sighing, you turn the chair so you’re facing him. “Who said I hated you?”

Loki mimics you. “Nobody. I can just tell.”

“I don’t hate you.” Well, maybe a little. But, not for the reason he thought.

He raises an eyebrow. “No?” He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “It’s fine if you do. Most individuals I’ve encountered end up hating me.”

“Well, I’m not like most individuals.”

He smiles at that. “No, you’re most certainly not.”

Nervous, you start picking at the arm of the chair. It’s Loki, for crying out loud. The man you can’t stand. So, why is he making you feel this way?

“You almost kissed me in Sakaar. Why?”

The question leaves your mouth before you can even think about the consequences. However, Loki doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he seems excited by the question, his eyes lit up in amusement.

“I told you. We needed to blend in.”

“We were already blending in by dancing. No one was even sparing us a second glance.”

“No? Well, maybe I just wanted to kiss you then. For my own pleasure.”

His confession spills over you like a bucket of ice water. Your body is both hot and cold, feeling too much at once.

Your mouth slightly opens as you gasp quietly. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

All of a sudden, Loki’s moves closer to you. Too close. You can feel his breath wash over your face as his hand slowly crawls up your arm. “I may lie quite frequently, but when it comes to you, I only tell the truth.”

With a surge of confidence, you grip the front of his leathered shirt. “Prove it to me then.”

He growls before smashing his mouth onto yours. His lips are everything you’ve ever imagined. Soft and unmistakingly yours.

“You’re mine now, darling. All mine,” he whispers into the kiss. Grabbing your waist, he pulls you onto his lap, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you manage to say, moaning when he bites down on your lower lip.

After one more kiss, he rests his forehead against yours. “You and I, darling, have a lot of catching up to do when we get back.” He runs his fingers over your thigh. “The things I’m going to do to you. You better prepare yourself.”

Gulping, you shiver at his promise. This ship couldn’t get you to Asgard fast enough. You’ll let him ruin you, from the inside-out. But, only him. Only Loki. You grin at the thought before leaning in to kiss him again.

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rosesdrabbleblog · 4 years ago

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I’m Having Sex With A Ghost

Pairing: Ghostbur x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, 18+ content, wholesomeness?

Notes: Ghostbur my beloved, how is this the first time I write for you? Sex With a Ghost fits his vibes a lot and I just had to use it.

You were sitting in your armchair reading one of your various novels when you heard a rapping at your door. You set the book down on your table gently before walking to the door, opening it. You were a little shocked when you were greeted by Ghostbur, the sweet ghost man who wandered the streets of L’Manburg. While you hadn’t known him when he was alive, you were almost glad from stories you had heard.

You had moved to L’Manburg shortly after the country had been nearly blown up. “It was Wilbur” various residents had told you, “he went mad and blew it up.” You never heard of him before this, which is why you were confused when people regarded Ghostbur as a friend and sort of ally. When you asked why they did if he was the same person, they would either shrug it off or state that they were different people. The whole thing confused you greatly.

You first introduction to Ghostbur was when you saw him struggling to lead a blue sheep around. You went over to offer your help before realizing you could see through the man. Startled, you had backed away and tripped on something, falling onto the ground with a pained cry. The man whipped around at the sound, looking at you with worry. “Oh dear, are you alright?” he asked, his eyes wide. Still in a bit of shock, you nodded and got up slowly, regarding the site in front of you.

From his transparency, you assumed he had to be a ghost. Despite this, you could see his features clearly. His hair was on the shirt side and curly, a soft brown color. His eyes were white, which was something that would catch anyone off guard. He wore a light yellow sweater with a white buttoned shirt. Despite behind afraid of him at first, you now began to realize he was actually rather cute.

Sensing you were a bit startled, he smiled widely and offered a hand. “Hello! I’m Ghostbur! I don’t know if I knew you when I was alive, so apologies if that’s an issue. I seem to have some memory problems since my passing,” he said almost sadly. Before you could get a word in, he continued, “oh! Here, take some of this!” The ghost offered a small blue material, which was a bit confusing. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Have some blue! How it works is it pulls the sadness out of you!” he explained cheerily. You looked at the dyed material in your hands, wondering why it was already blue. The blue staining his hands explained why that was the case.

Since that moment, he regarded you as a friend. He introduced you to his blue sheep whom he had named Friend, and you even offered to put up a small area for him. Ghostbur acted like that was the kindest thing someone had done for him, and he cheerily showed Friend the area. When he had to travel and hand out blue, he left Friend with you. You had taken a liking to the blue sheep, feeding it and keeping it company whenever Ghostbur was away. Your life felt a lot less lonely with the two around.

You smiled at the ghost on your doorstep, “hello Ghostbur! What brings you here today?” You took in his sight, noticing he was holding something behind his back. After a moment, the man moved his hands and showed that he was holding an array of flowers. Not the kind you would purchase from a store or vendor, but the ones that were picked just for you. You noticed that the array had many of your favorite flowers in it. You couldn’t remember if you even told him what your favorites were or not.

“I wanted to bring my friend some flowers! Friend is not with me today, but he misses you greatly,” he said with a smile. You took the flowers from him gently, returning the smile. “Aw, that’s awfully sweet of you Ghostbur. Would you like to come in and have some tea?” you offered. The man nodded, and you stepped aside to let him in. The young man floated slowly into your house, looking at all the intricate things you had in your various bookcases. His hands running softly over volumes of novels, whispering the names to himself. Ghostbur loved books, and you often found you were missing books when he came by. How he got away with it without you nothing, you never knew.

He turned to you, a shy expression on his face. Realizing why he looked confused, you gestured to the couch, which he sat down on. You stared a bit too long, trying to figure out how a ghost could sit on the couch like that. Nevertheless, you went to your kitchen and began making tea.

As you made the two of you a cup of tea, you could hear the clap of excitement followed by the strum of a guitar. It seemed he found your guitar by the closet. Soon the random string plucking turned into a tune that seemed almost nostalgic. You had never heard it before, but it was quite lovely. You took the two cups of newly made tea and walked back into your living room. Ghostbur sat on your couch, fingers gliding over the strings of your guitar. His face scrunched as he concentrated on getting the notes right, letting out a small “fuck” every time he messed up.

He glanced up at you after a moment, blinking at you as he continued playing. Soon, he he began to sing along to the tune he was playing. You couldn’t really hear what the lyrics were, as he was singing them so softly, but you didn’t mind one bit. He suddenly stopped, staring at the guitar for a moment before starting again. Ghostbur began playing a differ song, his voice now loud enough for you to catch a few of the lyrics.

“I'm gettin' hickeys from my bed bugs

I'm gettin' busy with a bad perfume

I'm stickin' kisses to a pen drug

I'm makin' friction with a sad vacuum.”

You set down his cup of tea in front of him, and he stopped playing it again to grab at it. As he drank the tea, you really began questioning how ghosts worked. You sipped yours as well, finishing it quickly and setting it onto the coffee table in front of the couch. Ghostbur set his down as well, looking into his lap as he held onto the guitar.

“Wil-Ghostbur, why are you here?” you asked. The flowers he had given you now sat in a large vase on the dining room table, right by a window for light. The man looked up, a slight blush on his cheeks. You didn’t expect him to answer. “I- I feel that the two of us have gotten awfully close. Now, I can’t remember if I had any affairs when I was alive...wait no, there was Sally,” he said, his words trailing off after he remembered he had a fish mistress at one point. You weren’t sure if that story was even true, but hell, you had met Fundy. That made the fish story even more confusing. “I can’t remember anything about kissing from when I was alive, but I do think I would like to do it with you,” he continued as he took one of your hands into his.

I'm getting jiggy with a rifle I'll pull the trigger with my eyes closed Hoping to hit you somewhere vital And when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile

You were a bit shocked at that. Ghostbur didn’t seem the type to want physical affection like that, but then again, he was an ever changing man due to memory loss. You paused before responding, “I think...I think I would like that too.” And with that, Ghostbur leaned over and kissed you. His lips were cold, not like ice, but more like the air of a crisp October morning. One of his hands made its way to your check, clutching it lovingly. You practically melted into him. You pulled away to take a deep breath, and you laughed quietly at how flustered he looked. Well, as flustered as a pale ghost would look. You could swear you could see his cheeks reddening, but you hadn’t the time to double check because he pushed you into the couch, latching his mouth onto yours again hungrily.

You felt his hands rest at the side of your shirt, and he pulled away panting to ask “can I? Please?” You nodded, grimacing as he almost tore your shirt right off. Ghostbur did nearly the same to your pants, his fingers shaky as he unzipped your pants and threw them off the couch onto the floor.

Ghostbur began to tease you through your underwear, “look at you...so beautiful...” he whispered to himself as he tore them off after just a few moments. He sunk a finger into you gently, watching you intently to make sure you were still okay with everything. “Let me know if I need to slow down, love,” he said softly, his finger pulling out before being pushed back in. You nodded, letting out a small moan. He kept at this for a moment before sticking a second one in, expertly thrusting them into you and hitting all the spots that made you whine.

I'm havin' sex with a ghost

'Cause she knows I'm alone

She's a freak in the sheets, play it cool

I'm sleepin' with a

Sex with a ghost

'Cause she knows I'm alone

She's a freak in the sheets, play it cool

I'm sleepin' with a ghoul

Ghostbur began thrusting them into you at a faster pace, desperate to see you cum. His own pants were tight as he watched you come apart on his fingers. They finally reached the spot that made you cry out, and his eyes lit up as he realized. He kept thrusting them there until you nearly sobbed out “Ghostbur, I’m gonna-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you came on his fingers, hiding your face in the couch. You panted out as he slowly removed his fingers, and looked up to find him licking at them with a face of pure lust and bliss. He removed his own pants and boxers at once, desperate to be inside you. You could see how desperate he was, watching his hard cock spring out. You reached out and stroked it slowly as he unbuttoned his white shirt, smiling as he let out the neediest whimper. He threw the last of his clothes onto the floor, moving your hand off of his cock gently. “Please, need to be inside you, I need you..” he whimpered out, positioning himself at your entrance. You moaned as he thrust against you a couple of times before his cock sunk into you. You gasped at the intrusion while he let out a whine, clutching at you desperately as he stilled, letting you get adjusted. Not even a minute later, you rolled your hips against him, “please, please move Ghostbur.”

The man pulled out of you before thrusting in again, whimpering out, “god, you’re so tight, love. I just- fuck you feel so good around me.” Ghostbur began to thrust into you harder, leaning down and biting at your neck. You moaned into his ear, not caring about the bruises you’d wear tomorrow. Why would you when he was fucking you so good? One hand gripped at your hip, pulling you into his thrusts while the other grasped at your hand. When you took his hand into yours, he let out a groan and his thrusts became erratic. Ghostbur eventually found that spot he knew made you cry for him, and he pounded into it without a care in the world.

He could feel himself get close, your whimpers and cries for him sending him spiraling down. But he was a gentlemen. He didn’t want to cum until you did. And he knew you were close from the moans you let out. So the hand that was gripping your hip moved down to circle your clit roughly. The pads of his fingers surprised you, and you came before you could warn him. You tightened around him, making the man cry out, “so good for me love, so good. That’s it, that’s it. Milk my cock love... oh fuck.” And with a few more sharp thrusts, he came inside you, moaning into your ear. He continued thrusting as he did, overstimulating the two of you. He nearly collapsed onto the couch, slowly pulling out of you before settling beside you. He stroked your hair, whispering how much he adored you, about how good you did. You fell asleep soon after with a smile.

Ghostbur watched you with interest as you slept. He continued to stroke your hair and whisper to you. Ghosts didn’t need to sleep, after all.

You would never know how much the man truly adored you.

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