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The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter fourteen

⭐︎ The devil in your eyes, won't deny the lies you've sold

Warnings: angst, hurt/(no) comfort, jealousy jealousy jealousy, jealous!Steve, mentions of death, mentions of killing, alcohol consumption. some slight Aaron x sunshine (but not really?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: As you, Nancy and Eddie get settled into the community, looking forward for a break from the trip across the country -- Steve can't wait for the week to be over...

Word count: 14k

Author's note: First things first, @hellfire--cult wrote half of this chapter, which is A LOT. she wrote the entire dinner scene aka THE BESTEST PART OF THIS CHAPTER ! so please please please give her the credit she deserves, and the LOVE. Second, I hope you guys are ready for the community chapters cause I am hehehe

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The night passed quickly, and not once did you leave Eddie’s side, nor did Nancy or Steve. Aaron offered to take you to the cabin you’d all be sharing, but you all refused to split up, at least until after you are one hundred percent sure that this community is safe – you didn’t tell him that, but it’s what you all felt. Even with the group of Hawkins having been here before, you still wanted to wait. 

Aaron showed that he could be trusted; the other doctors and nurses did too, but you could never be too sure in a world like this. 

You fell asleep on the chair next to Eddie’s bed, the blanket you were given last night, still wrapped around your shoulders. Nancy is on his other side, curled up into the uncomfortable chair with her jacket wrapped around her. 

And Steve, he is in the corner of the room, sitting by the window. He didn’t sleep a wink last night, even with you in the room, he couldn’t find rest. The guilt and the sadness lie heavy on his shoulders. His eyes constantly move back to you, tracing your features, watching you sleep, wishing he could hold you the way he normally could. 

It’s over now. 

Your head is leaning against the side of Eddie’s bed, cheek pressed against the mattress. Your skin looks soft beneath the rays of the rising sun seeping through the blinds. You look so pure, innocent, so soft. He wants to protect you. He wants to hold you, to never let go. He wants a world in which he could give you everything you desire, everything he desires. 

His heart aches. It aches so strongly. 

The door opens slowly, and Steve straightens his back, hoping to see the older doctor whose name he hasn’t learned yet, but it’s Aaron. He gives him a nod as he steps inside, carrying a tray with cups, sugar sticks and a pot. 

“Got you some coffee.” Aaron murmurs softly, carrying it over to the small table beside Steve. 

“Thanks.” Steve nods, trying to smile but it comes out as a grimace. There is something about the man that he doesn’t like. 

“You’re welcome, buddy.”

Steve’s lips curl into a frown. A sour taste settles on his tongue. Buddy? 

His face hardens a little as he watches Aaron walk over to Eddie’s side. He puts his hand on the monitor, checking on Eddie’s vitals. 

Steve gets up from the chair. His back hurts a little from sitting on the hard chair all night. He stretches a little before he leans down and grabs the pot and he pours some coffee into the mug. 

He glances outside as he lifts the mug to his lips. At first glance, it looks like a normal town, untouched by the outer world, if it wasn’t for the big walls, fences, and the guards on the towers. But there are people, a couple on the sidewalk walking hand in hand. A group of children walking down the street with backpacks on. Steve furrows his eyebrows, wondering if there is a school here. 

“Good Mornin’.” Aaron speaks, his accent a heavy southern. 

Steve turns around, seeing you awake now. You are sitting up slowly, moving away from Eddie’s bed. 

“Morning.” You say softly.

Steve’s heart flutters at the sound of your tired voice, at the look of your sleepy face. He watches the way you look around the room until your eyes lock with his. 

You always look for him first. 

He doesn’t look away, and you don’t either. For a moment, you just stare at each other. Both your eyes and his are filled with an ache that won’t fade away today or tomorrow or anytime soon. 

His eyes show words that he can’t ever speak out loud. And you try to read them, but you have misread before, so there really is no point. 

“How’re you feeling’?” Aaron asks, glancing at you. 

You tear your eyes away from Steve, looking at the older male on the other side of the bed. He offers you a kind smile, his eyes moving up and down your form. 

“Good.” You nod. You lie. You’re not good, you’re far from it. It’s been a week since your night at the mansion, a week since you had the most fun, since you gathered all your newfound courage to make a move on him, only to be let down. It’s been a week of torture, having to be around him after your attempted kiss, after his rejection. And now Eddie is hurt; he will be okay, but he is still hurt, and despite what he said, you still feel like it’s partly your fault. 

Aaron nods, though looking not convinced. 

You look down, tugging the blanket tighter as goosebumps rise on your skin. You close your eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. You listen to the commotion outside the room, the footsteps, and the voices of people. You hear some kind of construction noises somewhere in the town. And then you hear footsteps, footsteps moving closer to you. 

You open your eyes again when the smell of coffee hits your senses. 

“Here.” Steve whispers, offering a cup to you. 

You slowly lift your head, looking at his hand, at the steam rising from the cup. You look up, your eyes locking on his tired features. A sense of dread fills your chest when you notice the lack of sleep on his face, the dark circles under his eyes, the exhaustion running deep. He didn’t go a night without sleep, no, it’s been days. 

His hazel eyes stare into your own, making your stomach flip, but your heart aches. You can’t read him, not anymore. 

“Thank you.” You whisper as you lift your hands up and reach for the cup. You wrap your fingers around it, trying not to touch his skin. 

You are the first to look away, to break eye contact. While you look down at the black coffee, he still looks at you, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the man standing by Eddie’s side or by the metalhead now awake. 

You take a sip, welcoming the bitter yet sweet taste. He still prepared it the way you like it, and you can’t stop your heart from soaring, not even after everything that happened in the shed or after what happened yesterday. 

“Morning.” 

The sound of Eddie’s voice makes your eyes widen. You turn to face him, swallowing the sip of coffee you just took. You place the mug down on the table beside you before you reach for his hand. 

“Eddie!” You whisper, a soft smile tugging at your lips now. “How are you feeling!”

Aaron chuckles at the way your eyes light up and the high pitched tone in your voice. Steve’s frown deepens as he looks at the man watching you. He huffs, clenching his jaw. He steps away to pour Eddie a coffee as well.

Eddie chuckles, a grin appearing on his face. “Peachy. I’m feeling much better now. I don’t remember the last time I slept that well.” 

“Well, you can catch up on enough sleep here.” Aaron says as he walks around the bed, making his way to the side where you are sitting. “We might release you from the infirmary today if you are feeling fine, but we gotta run a few more tests first before that and keep you on watch after, but your friend already volunteered to take over that part.” He nudges his chin towards Nancy, who is still dozing away on the chair. 

“Of course, she loves me.” Eddie grins. 

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. 

“I’ll show you the cabin you’ll be staying at. Either once he gets released or if you’re up for it sooner.” Aaron says, looking at you specifically. 

You nod. 

If he or any of the other townspeople had ill intentions for you, you would have known by now. You’re safe here, you can feel it. And while it turned out that you might not be the best at reading people, you can tell that his eyes are filled with kindness and generosity. 

“I’ll go.” 

Steve furrows his eyebrows. His shoulders tense up, a sense of panic rising in him. If you are going, he is too. There is no way he is letting you walk away by yourself, let alone with a stranger he doesn’t know he can trust or not. 

You push the blanket off your shoulders and push yourself up from the chair, but the moment your feet are planted strongly on the ground and you are standing up, a wave of dizziness hits you and your vision gets blurry, blackening. You lose your balance and your knees buckle. 

But you never hit the ground, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, holding you up with ease, saving you from the crash to the ground. 

“Whoa easy, Darlin’.” Aaron mumbles as he helps you back on the chair, sitting you down again, he keeps one hand on your waist as he crouches before you. 

Eddie stares at you, wide-eyed and worriedly. His hand shifts towards you, reaching for your arm. 

And Steve… He is frozen in place, watching from afar, feeling helpless and useless, watching the way another man tends to you while he can’t do anything but watch. 

Your eyebrows are furrowed, and you slowly lift your hand to your face, pressing your fingertips to your temple. The dizziness slowly fades again now that you are back on the chair. 

“Can we get a doctor in here?” Steve frowns, eyes stuck on the hand on your waist. 

Aaron turns around, glancing at him briefly. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He mumbles, slightly amused by the glaring hazel eyes. 

Eddie looks between both men, eyes staying on Steve for a moment longer. He notices the way he draws back, clenching his jaw further. 

Aaron looks at the untouched food on the table, the juice that you barely finished the night before. 

“I told you to finish that, didn’t I?” The man says with a serious look on his face, pointing at the chocolate bar and the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he brought you after another one of his checkups on Eddie. 

“I wasn’t hungry.” You frown, shaking your head as you slowly come back to your senses. You look at the man before you, meeting his eyes. 

“You lost a lot of blood,” he points out as he removes his hand from your waist once he is sure that you won’t fall over. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten a proper meal?”

Proper Meal? None of you has eaten a proper meal since you left Hawkins. All you’ve had were canned foods, stale chips, and chocolate if you got lucky. 

“It’s been a long few months, Doc.” Eddie answers for you, eyes glimmering with hope for a proper warm meal. “We’ve had some good food while we were in Hawkins – steak, vegetables, potatoes, eggs, dairy.” Eddie starts counting, but quickly comes to regret it when he feels just how empty his stomach is. “This one though? She survived on canned food for a year before she met us.” Eddie points at you, knowing how to get himself a warm dinner. 

Aaron raises his eyebrows, slowly looking back at you. His eyes scan your face, staying on the forming scar on your cheekbone before they move down to your shoulder. Your tank top is showing more skin than you’d like, showing off the deep and long scar on your shoulder that disappears down your back. 

“Well, we can’t have that.” Aaron mumbles, eyes still stuck on you. “How about you guys come over to my place tonight after I show you around?”

Silence fills the room. 

Nancy is still sleeping on the chair, unaware of everything going on in here. Steve is glaring at the man standing before you, already feeling his dislike for him burning. Eddie is looking at you with desperate eyes, both because he wants dinner and also because of what he told you last night. 

Your eyes widen and your cheeks heat up when you realize that he is waiting for your answer, barely looking at your friends. 

You know that Eddie would never forgive you for turning down such an offer, but Steve is glaring from the corner of the room, disliking the idea of it even. 

You lick your lips, eyeing the man before you. He offers you a kind smile, his blue eyes flickering with amusement when you look down shyly, unable to hold eye contact for long. 

“That sounds nice,” you nod, smiling softly as you look up at him again. “I’d like that.”

Aaron smiles at you, he reaches his hand out and grabs the blanket that fell off your shoulder. He wraps it back around you and gives your shoulder a soft squeeze, “don’t want ya to freeze.” His action was answering your question from the night before. He was the one who wrapped the blanket around you when you passed out last night. “Gotta find some warmer clothes for you.”

Your skin heats up, and you grow flustered beneath all the eyes on you. 

You don’t have to look at Eddie to know that he is smirking, eyes flickering back and forth between you and Aaron. 

You don’t have to look at Steve to know that he is glaring, already showing his dislike for Aaron – for no reason at all. 

“You want a tour around town before I show you to the cabin?” Aaron asks, looking into your eyes. 

You nod, growing shy beneath his stare. 

“Alright,” he murmurs, moving closer to you. He reaches over your shoulder and grabs the chocolate bar. He presses it into your hand. His lips curled into a smile, “I’ll take you out once you finish that.” 

Your cheeks heat up further. You swallow nervously, breaking eye contact as you look down. 

“Okay.” You whisper, unwrapping the candy from the plastic. 

Steve crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you. You lean back in your chair, blushing when your eyes lock with the man before you. Having to hold back his scoff, he swallows harshly as he looks at Aaron. 

“You promised to take us to the radio station.” Steve speaks up, not even bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice. 

Eddie raises his eyebrows, glancing at the glaring man. He has to hold back the smirk from widening. Nothing worth being jealous of has happened yet, but he is already sour. 

Aaron rises back to full height, turning around to face him, he raises one eyebrow at him, “I will, don’t worry. I can take you right now, or you’ll wait for your friend to wake up, and then I’ll take you to the radio station.” 

Steve glances at Nancy, who is still sleeping soundly beside Eddie. A sigh falls from his lips. He tears his eyes away from her again, “no it’s fine later, I guess.” 

“I’ll show you two around while these two get some more rest,” Aaron nods, gesturing to Eddie and Nancy. “I’ll take you to Thomas, he’s our leader. I already explained the situation to him, you won’t have to do any work around here but–”

“We’re not staying.” Steve says, jaw clenched and eyes hardened. 

“I know that.” Aaron nods, glancing at you and Eddie before his blue eyes lock with his again. “But Eddie needs rest, he may be released today, but he is still dealing with a leg injury, not to mention the concussion – light or not, it’s still a concussion that can lead to something more serious if he doesn’t get the rest that he needs.” 

Steve glances at Eddie, who is staring at him with raised eyebrows. Guilt rises up in him, knowing that worse damage could be done if he were to demand to leave the community now. 

“Listen I know you have no intention of staying here, I know you want to get to California but for the sake of your friend’s health, for the sake of your health because buddy, no offence but you look like you could use some rest as well,” Aaron looks him up and down, making Steve’s frown deepen. “You stay here for a week. Y’all get the rest that you need. You’re our guests just like your friends, your family were guests here. If you wanna work and help around, fine, me or Thomas will find you something, but you don’t have to. You’ll be on your way sooner than you think.”

Steve’s shoulders slump, his expression softening a little at the begging in your eyes. He knows there is no discussion over this. Eddie needs the rest, you all do, just like Aaron said. 

“Alright.” He nods, though his jaw is still clenched. 

Aaron looks at him, noticing the distrust in him – which isn’t a surprise in a world like this, it isn’t ever. 

“Alright.” Aaron nods too before he looks away from him and back at you. 

You finish the last bite of your chocolate bar and crumble up the wrapper, throwing it into the trash before you get up, slower this time. You notice the way Aaron steps towards you, holding his hand out just in case you get dizzy again. 

“You alright?” He asks softly, eyeing you up and down. 

You hum, nodding. 

“Yeah, thank you.” You whisper, giving him a small smile. 

Steve sucks in a sharp breath, clenching his jaw as his eyes never stray from you. He picks up your jacket, still looking between you and the man who finally steps away from you after making sure that you won’t fall again. 

“We can go now.” You nod at Aaron, ready to leave this hospital room, to breathe in some fresh air, to be away from him–

“I’m going too.” 

Eddie’s head snaps towards him. An amused expression now on his face as his eyes flicker and glow with excitement. He isn’t one to enjoy someone else’s misery, but Steve deserves it a little, he thinks. 

And if this isn’t irritation flashing in his hazel eyes… It’s only a matter of time until it turns into raging jealousy. 

“Sure.” Aaron nods. 

But you look down, not impressed. You wanted some time away from him, but he, of course, won’t give you that, just like he didn’t before today. 

Steve walks over to you, brushing past Aaron. He hands you your jacket, ignoring the looks of the other two men giving him. 

“Thanks.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes as you reach for your jacket. You put the blanket down and put your jacket on. 

The cold tone in your voice doesn’t go unheard by anyone. The dismissive look on your face doesn’t either. It doesn’t go unfelt by Steve. His heart clenches in his chest. 

“I’ll send someone in to run a few more tests, you’ll get some breakfast too.” 

Eddie nods at Aaron, grinning at him, “pancakes or waffles?” He jokes, causing the man to chuckle. 

“Whatever you want, we've got a little diner across the road. Jody makes the best breakfast food.”

“Is that your wife?”

Eddie scrunches his face up at Steve’s question, he almost snorts. 

You raise your eyebrows, looking at him confused. 

Aaron though, he chuckles. He shakes his head as his blue eyes flicker with amusement. “No, he is not my wife.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen, and he cracks up, watching Steve’s face flush in embarrassment. 

Steve coughs, nodding as he looks away. 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back from smiling. You can’t help but feel amused by Steve’s embarrassment and by Eddie’s reaction. 

“Alright, like I said, I’ll send someone in.” Aaron says to Eddie before he turns to face you. “You ready to go, Darlin’?”

“Mhmm.” 

“C’mon then.” He nudges his chin towards the door, patting Steve’s shoulder, who clenches his jaw stronger. 

You stand back for a moment, glancing down at Eddie, who is already smirking at you, wiggling his eyebrows when the two men aren’t looking. 

“Have fun, Darlin’.” He whispers, mocking. 

“Shut up.” You murmur, rolling your eyes at his teasing. You wave him off as you start making your way towards the door, ignoring his laughter. “See you later.”

“Bye, Sweets!” He grins, watching the way Aaron places his hand on your back as he leads you out. Steve looks down at his hand, frown growing deeper. 

Eddie’s grin widens, and he chuckles, earning a glare from the brunette before he walks out of the room and slams the door. 

A chuckle falls from his lips, and he sinks back into his pillow, “idiot.”

Nancy stirs on the chair. She opens her eyes, squinting them as the sun hits her face. A yawn falls from her lips, and she stretches her arms out. 

“Well, good morning.” Eddie mumbles. “You missed the whole damn show.” 

Nancy furrows her eyebrows, her blue eyes flashing with curiosity. 

“What show?” She looks around, only now noticing that it’s just the two of them in the room. 

“The hot Cowboy having a little moment with our sweet Sunshine and Steve losing his shit over it.” He giggles a little too evilly. 

Nancy sighs, shaking her head at him.

“This is gonna be so good, Wheeler.”

-

After Aaron took you to meet Thomas, the leader of the community, you noticed how the tension in Steve’s shoulders eased a little. The older man seemed more trustworthy to him than Aaron. And after mentioning Jim Hopper and Joyce, the frown on Steve’s face disappeared at least until you left Thomas’s office again. 

You walked between both men, nodding along to the things Aaron was telling you, but Steve didn’t listen, only watching your reactions. He saw the way your eyes lit up when Aaron showed you a little bakery. 

He explained how this town was protected right from the start. How the walls were built around it, the moment it all began. It wasn’t left unscathed completely, accidents happened, monsters came through at first, people lost their lives but they learned from their mistakes and did everything to protect this place from both monsters and people with ill intentions – which turns out to be a bigger threat most of the time. 

The town is filled with people. Older people, couples with children, teenagers who have lost their parents. It not only has a hospital but also a police station, a school, a church, stores, and a bar. 

There is a barn and a henhouse close to their greenhouse. You can tell that the people living here are getting warm meals on their tables every day. 

The cabin you are given is more than you could ask for. It’s not big, but it has a porch and pine trees surrounding it. The sound of a stream nearby gives you a sense of nostalgia, it reminds you of home. Aaron shows you around, while Steve follows both of you, not taking his eyes off you. 

The kitchen has a basket filled with necessities for your stay here. The living room has a fireplace and even a TV, a few movies tapes on the tiny shelf by the window. It only has one floor, but enough bedrooms for you all to have your privacy. 

“It ain’t big, but you’re all getting your own rooms, your own beds.” 

“It’s perfect.” You smile, turning to face him to find him staring at you already as he stands with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and a smile gracing his face. “Thank you, Aaron.”

He tilts his chin down, giving you a nod. “No need to thank me, Darlin’.”

Steve rolls his eyes, not liking the nickname you were given by the man. 

“There’s some stuff in the fridge: milk, butter, eggs. You can make some food if you’d like – electricity is working, by the way.” Aaron explains as he pushes himself off the wall, looking between you and Steve. “I’ll leave you be for now, there are some clothes in the closet, you both can freshen up. I’ll come back later to take you to the radio station.” 

Steve turns around, nodding. “You’re leaving?” He asks, voice thick with relief. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Aaron. His eyes flicker with amusement, and he looks between you both, noticing your reaction as well and the way you huff and step away from the brunette. 

“Yeah.” Aaron nods, eyes still on you. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon, Buddy.”

“Mhmm.” Steve nods with a clenched jaw. 

After saying goodbye to you, Aaron walks out of the cabin. Your shoulders tense up once you are left alone with him. The silence is heavy between you. You want to move, to walk away, to make your way into one of the rooms and grab some fresh clothes, but for some reason, you find yourself frozen in place. 

Steve takes a deep breath, looking away from the front door, and he looks down at you. Finally left alone with you. He didn’t get the chance for a moment like this since the day in the shed. 

He knows this could be the chance to come clean, to tell you about his feelings, to tell you what is holding him back. 

But he can’t, he can’t because it will fill you with hope again, hope for something he won’t give you. 

“Sunshine.” He still speaks up, without knowing what to say to you. 

You look up at him, eyes soft and vulnerable. 

You wait for him, you wait like you always do, but he gives you nothing. He just stares at you, his hazel eyes filled with emotions you can no longer read. 

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You mumble, sighing as you step away from him, and he lets you. He lets you because you know that he has nothing to say to you, nothing that could mend your pain. 

You walk away, and all that he can do is watch, when things could be so easy. 

You feel his eyes on you even as you walk into one of the bedrooms. You try, you really try to ignore it, to ignore him, but it’s difficult when you feel the tension in the air, when you feel the way he looks at you, knowing that he wants to go back to how things were before you ruined the friendship that once was. 

He wants that while you want something more. And after humiliating yourself the way you did, after he threw hurtful words at you, you can never go back to what you two have been. It was nice while it lasted, but you wish it lasted longer, and you wish it didn’t end the way it did. 

Once locked inside the bathroom, you press your back against the door and close your eyes, clutching the clothes you picked out to your chest. You breathe in and out, in and out, and suddenly it gets caught in your throat, growing into a painful lump that makes your eyes burn. Your bottom lip starts trembling, your chest starts aching as the events from the days before… the weeks before start catching up to you. A tear slips down your cheek, and then another, and then they start falling freely. 

You cry silently, in secret. You don’t want Steve to hear your sobs. You don’t want him to hear your weakness.

Looking into the mirror feels like looking at a stranger. You no longer recognize the person staring back at you. You changed, not only physically but on the inside… And you aren’t sure if you like the girl in the mirror. 

You see the amount of scars now covering your skin, the one on your shoulder being the oldest, the one on your cheek being the newest. Both given by people, not creatures, by monsters. 

You feel like you are staring at one in the mirror. 

You look down at your shoes, blood stains on them still. You kick them off and start working on your belt, undoing it quickly. You freeze when you eye the lilac hair tie around your wrist. Robin’s hair tie. 

You remember how he told you that you remind him of her. You also remember how he mentioned the short lasting crush he once had on Robin before she came out to him, and he had to accept that nothing would come out of it. 

He loved Nancy. He liked Robin. 

You are nothing like Nancy, but apparently you are everything like her. And even then, he didn’t like you, just like your own ex-boyfriend never liked you, as you had realized by the end of your relationship. 

What is it about you that is so unlovable? 

What is it about you that isn’t enough? 

You look back into the mirror, looking at the tears rolling down your face. You see, the hollowness is in your own eyes, the darkness that slowly began to take you, to envelope you. You are beginning to see the world reflect on you. 

Is that why he doesn’t like you? 

Is it the darkness he saw in you on that day? 

Or is it your immaturity after all? 

All these questions and yet no answers. You feel no anger, just sadness and rejection, making you feel sick still. You try to push away those thoughts. You wipe your tears and take your clothes off before stepping into the shower, letting the warm water envelope you.

A mixture of dirt and blood pools at your feet as the water runs down your body, going down the drain. You press your hand against the cool tile. You close your eyes and stand there for a moment, unmoving. 

And suddenly it all crashes over you. Your shoulders start shaking, and you start crying harder, unable to hold back any longer. 

And Steve… He is still in the hallway, eyes burning with tears at the sound of your soft cries, unable to pull you into his arms, unable to comfort you, unable to hold you. 

All he can do is stand there and listen. 

Hurting both you and himself. 

-

The radio station is located on the edge of the town, right next to one of the watch towers and inside the police station. The office room is filled with equipment, a transmitter, microphones, antennas, and a couple of walkie talkies lying around. There are posters on the wall, guides to morse codes, and others. 

You look around the crowded room, noticing the shelf in the corner with music tapes. You walk over to it, checking out the albums. You’re unaware of the worried looks Nancy is giving you, having noticed the redness in your eyes, the evidence of your crying. 

Steve is eying you too, his arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes are guilty, but his face is hard because he isn’t the only one looking. 

“How long will it take?” Eddie asks, sitting in the wheelchair that he fought Nancy on. He wanted the crutches, but both the Doctor and Nancy were set on him not walking for at least another day. The discussion went on for a while until he finally plopped down on the wheelchair. 

“Just a second,” Greg, the main operator at the radio station, mumbles as he presses the buttons. “Dustin, do you copy?” He talks into the speaker.

“Why Dustin?” Eddie asks, tilting his head. 

“Cause it’s only ever him messing around at the radio station.” Greg laughs.

“I’m surprised you don’t–”

“This is Dustin speaking, I thought I told you to use code names, Gregory. Over.” The sassy teenager’s voice cuts through the room. 

“Holy shit!” Eddie grins, nearly jumping from the wheelchair in excitement. He looks around the room, eyes locking with Steve’s for a moment. The brunette’s eyes soften, a small smile appearing on his face.

Nancy looks away from you, stepping towards Eddie, and she puts her hand on his shoulder. 

“There you go, man.” Greg chuckles, gesturing for him to take over. Eddie instantly moves closer. He clears his throat, unable to hold back his grin as he presses his finger on the red button. 

“Henderson. This is Eddie the banished speaking. I’m here with Harrington and Wheeler.” 

You turn around, facing the little group now huddling together. Nancy is standing behind Eddie while Steve is moving to his other side. All of them now smiling, looking relieved and… happy. 

“Holy shit… Oh! Holy shit!” Dustin shrieks, causing the three of them to pull back slightly at the volume. 

Aaron, who is standing in the doorway, chuckles in amusement. 

“Is that really you!? Eddie– Steve, Nancy!?” The teen shrieks once again. The excitement is heavy and clear in his voice, it makes you smile as well. 

“Yeah, we’re here.” Nancy chuckles into the speaker. 

“Oh my god, I gotta get Mike– hold on! You guys are with Aaron!?” 

Your eyes lock with the man mentioned, and he smiles at you, while Steve tenses up. 

“Yeah, we’re here with him.”

You are surprised to hear Steve talking this time. 

“Oh man, Steve. He’s got some great hair, you've got some competition now.” The teen cackles, infecting Eddie with it because the metalhead starts laughing. 

“He sure does.” 

But Steve isn’t amused in the slightest. He only shakes his head in response because he knows Eddie meant something else. 

“Hold on, Mike’s here.”

Nancy straightens her back, her smile now widening at the mention of her brother. You see the glassiness in her eyes when his voice sounds through the room, and you take that as your cue to leave, deciding to give the group some privacy. 

You might be a friend to Eddie, Nancy and… Steve. But their friends, their family, don’t know you, and they might never will, and you don’t want to intrude. 

You slip out of the room without being noticed. You brush past Aaron, who eyes you in curiosity. 

You can hear their voices, their happy laughter, even as you walk down the hallway of the police station. And you feel happy for them, you really do, but it makes you miss your own family, more than ever now. 

You open the door and step outside into the cold, breathing in the fresh air and almost sighing in relief at the silence. You walk over to the little bench by the tree and sit down. Hiding your hands in your pockets, you look up at the cloudy sky. 

Your head hurts a little from all your crying, and you hate how visible it is on your face. You saw the way Nancy looked at you, the way her blue eyes scanned your face in worry. 

You didn’t want her to worry, and you didn’t want her to ask and gladly she didn’t, but you know that conversation is still coming. 

The door opens and closes. You tilt your chin down and look at your boots, hoping, praying for it to not be Steve. You don’t want to talk to him. You don’t want to look at him right now. 

If only you knew that his eyes searched for your figure in the corner of the room after you left. 

“You alright?”

You almost sigh in relief from hearing Aaron’s voice instead. You look up at him, growing a little shy beneath his stare and the way he scans your face. 

Aaron is handsome, it’s hard not to see his attractiveness. You saw it the night before already, but his eyes are a much deeper blue in the daylight. 

“Yeah. I’m fine, just didn’t want to intrude.” You mumble, pointing towards the building. 

He nods in understanding, remembering that you are not from Hawkins, that you don’t know their friends. 

“You’re gonna freeze out here.” 

You shake your head, smiling at him, “it’s not that cold, I like the fresh air.” 

“Alright then.” Aaron chuckles, his eyes never leaving your face. “Mind if I sit with you?”

You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrows at him, “if you won’t freeze out here.”

He licks his lips, chuckling once more. He takes a step forward and sits down beside you. 

“Cowboys don’t freeze.” He jokes – you can tell by the way his lip curls. 

“Cowboys also don’t forget to wear their hats.” You point out, turning to face him, you study his profile. There is a tattoo on the side of his neck, behind his ear. It went unnoticed by you before. His hair is slightly curly, a little longer than Steve’s. He has a beard, one that makes him look older than he probably is. If you had to guess, you’d say he is thirty. 

His lips curl into a smile, a deep chuckling falling once more. 

“My mistake. I left it at the infirmary.” 

“Mhmm, I’m sure.” You smile and look away, eying the guard on the tower. You ignore the weight of his eyes on you, but your skin still heats up, and you don’t know why. 

“You ever come across a town like this on your journey?”

You shake your head as you think back to all the abandoned camps you have come across when you were still on your own. 

“No, only abandoned towns and military camps that were supposed to be a sanctuary for those seeking refuge.”

Aaron nods, his eyes taking in your every feature. 

“Did you seek refuge?”

“Not really, and if so, then only for a night or two. All I wanted was to get back to my family.”

“You never joined any groups?” 

You shake your head, staring at the snow on the ground. 

“Did you run into many bad people out there?”

You freeze a little. Your shoulders tense up at his question. A shudder runs down your spine when you think of the group you encountered only a few weeks back. They were nothing compared to the ones you have dealt with when you were all by yourself. 

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Aaron. He looks a little closer, watching the way the color drains from your eyes for a second. 

You take a deep breath, trying to shake the unnerving feeling off. You turn to face him, giving him a small smile and a shrug, “what is this, an interrogation?” You joke. 

He shakes his head, a breathy chuckle falls from his lips. 

“No, Darlin’. I won’t interrogate you, which is something we normally do here with newcomers.” 

You raise your eyebrows, “oh? Why didn’t you do that with us?”

“You’re friends of Hopper, I trust that man with my community.” He explains, shrugging. 

“Not me. Hawkins ain’t my home, I never met any of them,” you point out, tilting your head to the side as you squint your eyes. 

His blue eyes flicker with amusement, he chuckles softly. 

“Are ya sayin’ I’ve made a mistake?”

You shrug, “too late to fix it now, I’m already in these walls.”

Aaron chuckles, his eyes run up and down your body. 

“A real danger.” 

You snort at his words, knowing they aren’t meant seriously. You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head. 

“Better not to underestimate me, Aaron.” You whisper. 

Aaron raises his eyebrows at you, he nods. His eyes flicker with a sudden seriousness. 

“Oh no, I know.” He murmurs, looking into your eyes like he knows something. Like he knows what you did. Like he knows what you had to do to protect the people you love, to survive. But there isn’t judgment in his eyes, only an understanding like no other. 

Silence fills the space between you, and you look away when his stare becomes too much. You are not used to people looking at you like that, to men staring. 

“Were you here from the beginning?” You ask in curiosity. 

“Yeah, I helped build the walls. Been leading this place with Thomas since day one basically.” 

You are impressed by the way this place has been holding up, the way it’s been constant and improving over time in a world like this. You know how ugly it can get out there. How you can walk for days and not find shelter, food, weapons, let alone water, and that is if you’re lucky. If you aren’t, then you’ll run into trouble. 

A part of you wants to change the subject. Another part of you knows it’s useless because someone who looks at you the way he does, can see right through you, probably through own experience. Looking into his eyes tells you that he has seen some horrible things as well, but you can’t help but feel curious, knowing he’s been here since the beginning. 

“Have you ever been out there… really out there?”

Without knowing you all too well, he knows exactly what you are asking. 

“Yeah.” Aaron nods. Sympathy flashes in his eyes. He knows what kinda monsters really roam the streets. 

There is no judgment in his eyes, nothing of that sort. There is a mutual feeling that makes you feel understood. You don’t need to ask to find out that he’s done things too. Though there is a slight difference in your eyes’ – you are still struggling while he already accepted it. 

“How many?” 

Your breathing halts, and for a moment, you just stare at him, knowing exactly what he’s asking. 

How many people have you killed?

“Two…”

Two people. 

Two people don't sound like a lot, considering the number of bad ones you have run into, who wouldn’t have hesitated to slaughter you if you didn’t manage to escape beforehand. 

Two people. Two kills. Two brutal kills that haunt you in your nightmares now that your comfort isn’t with you anymore. 

He only nods slowly at you, looking down at his fingers as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“Did they deserve it?”

“Of course.” You didn’t even hesitate in your answer, which made Aaron smile a little. “What about you?”

“You askin’ bout my body count, sugar?” He jokes and you couldn’t help, the little giggle in your throat, feeling yourself flushing at the double meaning. Then, when silence invaded the two of you again, “Six after the apocalypse.”

Your eyes widened at that, staring at him. He turns his head, looking your way again.

“I was head nurse in the military. Before any of this happened, we had our own little battles and wars. My tent got raided by a spy, I did what I had to do.” 

You were wide-eyed as you stared at him, not really believing this man could kill. His hands just looked too gentle for it. 

“And the others?”

“They tried taking hostages from here so we would give in our supplies… and–” He leans back on the bench, his shoulder touching yours. He nodded towards a group of children that were playing on the swings. “Three of those children I saved from a truck.”

You winced at the thought of that. You didn’t want to even begin to think what would have happened if Aaron hadn’t saved those children. Where they would be right now. Two of them were girls even… You shook your head before you could continue your train of thought.

“So they deserved it.”

“Of course.” He mimicked your words before looking down at you and you couldn’t help giving a shy smile to him.

“Good.”

“Yeah, good.” He emphasized the word to you, maybe to make it stick into your brain. To make you finally believe that what you did was not wrong. It had to be done. Someone had to do it. It sucked it had to be you, and now you would carry the weight of their deaths in your hands, but you preferred to carry that weight, than the weight of whatever might have happened if you hadn’t killed them.

“Good…” You whispered again, feeling his gaze going deep into your mind, your body, and you felt yourself flushing all over, making you turn away. He straightened up, clearing his throat.

“So, any allergies I should know about for tonight?” He asked and you hummed for a second, thinking. 

“Nancy is allergic to celery.” You lied and Aaron squinted, leaning over to you.

“You don’t like celery?” You jumped in your place a bit, feeling the closeness. You turned your head a bit, acting stupid at his question.

“Nancy is allergic!” You exclaimed, trying to protect your lie, but Aaron was seeing right through you. Shit, were you acting like a child? Spoiled? You shouldn’t be picky in the apocalypse, but–

“Bad girls who don’t eat their vegetables, don’t get dessert, you know?” 

Your eyes were now wide as you felt heat all over your face, slowly turning to face him again. He was smirking, his blue eyes gazing into your own eyes, going back and forth. Your heart started picking up a pace, not sure how to feel about it. He was just joking. This wasn’t–

“No celery then… for Nancy’s sake.” He straightened up, moving away from you, a smirk on his lips. You were still frozen in place for a few seconds before recovering, giving him a shy smile. 

“Yeah, for Nancy’s sake.”

For just a few minutes, you forgot about everything that had happened. In this small interaction, everything and everyone else was gone. It felt nice. It felt refreshing. 

But unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you both from a window. Hazel eyes that were burning in anger, in sadness, in despair. A hand that was gripping tightly onto a curtain, almost to the point of ripping it off. 

And he wished this week would go by quickly.

-

“You’re yanking my hair!” 

“If you would stop making me change your shirt every two seconds, I wouldn’t!” Steve huffed, taking off the seventh shirt Eddie had tried on. “I am also not yanking anything, you’re being a baby.” 

“Sunshine wouldn’t treat me like this…” Eddie pouted, and Steve only glared, grabbing the button up that he had chosen from the very beginning, and Eddie had denied. 

“If someone is helping you get dressed, it’s gonna be me, a man.”

“You scared the girls will realize who the true Alpha out of the two of us is?” Steve shot Eddie a murderous glare, while the metalhead straightened up, getting in position for Steve to put on the shirt. 

“Or maybe, I didn’t want them to make fun of you, ever thought of that, Munson?” Eddie huffed as Steve helped him put on the button-up black shirt. It had long sleeves, so it was going to be warm on him. Eddie was happy to hear Steve joking again, even if a little, but he knew it was just a few moments before it all went back to how it was minutes before. Quiet.

Steve stood back up and started getting changed himself, finding a yellow sweater that almost reminded him to the one he had years ago. He put it on as Eddie buttoned himself up, his brown eyes glancing every now and then at the brown haired man.

“So… Aaron…”

“I don’t like him.” Steve immediately spat, and Eddie couldn’t help the chuckle escaping him, making Steve look at him, squinting. “What?”

“Is it because of the hair thing Dustin said?” Steve shook his head, fixing his hair in the mirror, “Or is it because he clearly wants to make a move on our Sunshine?”

Steve’s entire self froze in place. He gulped as he remembered how the two of you looked like on that bench. How you smiled at him the way you smiled at him weeks ago. No, it wasn’t that. He wasn’t flirting with you, not yet. It was his mind making up bullshit for him to feel horrible about. 

“He is not going to.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his response, fixing the sleeves of his shirt.

“You cannot forbid that.” And Steve’s anger started boiling up once again, his jaw clenching.

“I am not forbidding anything. It’s not– It wouldn’t be smart for him to do that–” And Eddie knew Steve was trying to find excuses. He knew his best friend was hurting to the point that he was trying not to think of the possibility of well… losing you.

“Steve, what the fuck happened, man? Why did you reject her?” Steve just stood there, looking at his reflection, wondering if it would give the answer for him. He opened his mouth, only to close it once again.

“It is how it should be.”

“No it isn’t–” “What do you know about it, Eddie? What do you know about relationships?” Eddie’s eyebrows frowned, squinting at his friend.

“I do know. I know you don’t believe I have a sweetheart, but fuck, hearing that shit hurts.” Steve’s eyes widened, turning to look at the metalhead who was looking down at his fingers.

“I’m– I’m sorry–” He felt guilty after that outburst of anger. He could only excuse it for his lack of sleep, for how irritable he was feeling over the past week, because his personal sunshine, his personal warm blanket, was gone. 

“Look, I know you’re mad, but I’m still your friend. You don’t get to hurt me when I’m trying to help you.” Eddie’s voice was sharp, and Steve sighed, shaking his head. He felt the lump forming in his throat as he tried to find the right words.

“I’m… I just know that it’s the right decision.” 

“And look what it cost you. Was it really?” His question made Steve’s eyes widen. His decision cost him his friendship with you. His decision cost him his health. His decision cost him–

“Are you two ready?” Nancy’s voice snapped the two men out of their little talk, looking towards the door. Eddie glanced at Steve once before wheeling towards the door, opening it. He let out a little whistle at seeing Nancy dressed in black pants and a long-sleeved blouse.

“Well, look at Wheeler! We trynna impress one of the cowboys here?” He smirked, and Nancy rolled her eyes, a little smile on her face.

“Not me.” And Steve felt his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach. She better not have meant what he thought she meant. Eddie wheeled out of the room, going into the living room after Nancy, and Steve slowly followed behind.

He could hear Eddie’s wolf whistling, and he was afraid of even looking up from the floor. See what the commotion was about, afraid that his worst fear would be right. Afraid that what he would see would wreck him even more.

“Nancy made me wear this!” He heard your whiny voice, making his blood start freezing in his veins.

“It was only in your set of clothes! Clearly someone wants you to wear it!” Steve heard you groan loudly, prompting him to finally look up, and just like he had suspected, the sight broke him more than before.

You were wearing a dress. A dress. Not a fancy cocktail one, but it was black, a little bit above the knee, and you were wearing tights. You put on a black leather jacket, probably not wanting to look too formal, but Steve could only stare at you from head to toe. His eyes kept roaming all over you, his heart hammering in his chest, his brain yelling at him, and possibly a little birdie was cussing him out in the small corner of his mind.

“I haven’t worn a dress in… fucking years. This feels wrong in the apocalypse.” You mumbled, but your words were not processing in his head at all. Eddie’s eyes were on you as you fixed the hem of your dress in the mirror, looking a bit uncomfortable, and then back at Steve, who was still wide-eyed, staring your way.

Nancy rolled her eyes as she walked towards you, trying to, once again, assure you that you looked amazing. You weren’t really listening to her. Your eyes caught sight of him in the mirror, and– He was looking at you with those eyes that gave you hope before. Those eyes that gave you that courage you cursed having in the first place. And now he is giving those eyes again. 

Why was he doing this? Why was he looking at you this way, making your heart jump and making those butterflies fly about in your stomach as if he had never rejected you? Why couldn’t he leave you alone? Why couldn’t he hide those eyes from you? Why does he have to fill your heart with hope again when your brain has already accepted defeat? 

Steve felt his butt being slapped suddenly, taking him out of his stupid, glaring down at the culprit of it. Eddie’s eyes hardened, giving a small nod towards your way, and Steve gulped, shaking his head. He wasn’t going to comment, he couldn’t–

“Guys, tell her she looks nice–” Nancy said with a defeated sigh and–

“You look beautiful.” 

The room filled with silence, and you frowned, slowly turning to face the man, the one who spoke. Steve stood there, shocked at how he could not stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth before he realized he was saying them. 

Your breath hitches in your throat and your already hopeful heart lurches inside your chest. Your mind is screaming at you not to fall back into this trap, but whoever listens to their brain when the heart is so much stronger?

Nancy looks at you, eyes soft and pitiful. You can’t talk, you can’t smile, you can’t even say thank you. 

Eddie looks between the both of you and he can’t help but feel annoyed at the vulnerable, soft look in Steve’s eyes. Why does he have to be so stubborn? Why can’t he just act upon his feelings? Why can’t he stop hurting both you and himself? 

A sigh falls from Eddie’s lips as he takes a look at your expression. Your eyes aren’t as puffy and red as they had been earlier, but if Steve keeps looking at you that way, it will quickly change again. 

“You look gorgeous, Sunshine.” Eddie smiles, tearing your attention off him. 

You look down at him. The painful gaze disappears slowly as a soft smile appears on your face. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” You whisper and look down at yourself. 

“Alright, are we ready to go?” Nancy mumbles, looking between all of you. 

You nod and take one last look in the mirror. You smooth down your dress once more, sighing at the sight you would have loved before.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You tear your eyes away from the mirror and turn around, being the first to leave the room. 

Steve’s eyes follow you until you disappear into the hallway. He gulps down the lump in his throat and blinks himself out of his stupor. He feels a little lightheaded just from seeing you like that. He can’t even imagine the emotions he would feel if he got something more than just to see you in a pretty dress. It was the right decision to push you away. 

Nancy follows you out, leaving Steve to push Eddie’s wheelchair. 

“Let’s go, man.” 

Steve nods and steps behind him, grabbing the handles, and starts pushing. 

“Robin was right, you know? You’re a real dingus.”

Steve doesn’t reply to Eddie’s comment. He had already heard that insult in his head for days and days since rejecting you. He can only sigh. 

The walk to Aaron’s house is spent in silence. Eddie makes a few comments here and there about the houses in the neighborhood, saying how much nicer some people probably live in the apocalypse than they did before. He certainly didn’t grow up on a street with pretty houses, porches that are covered in lights, surrounded by plants and trees. He could have that if he didn’t have people waiting for him in California, if he stayed here. 

“California is probably much nicer.” Steve murmurs after Eddie voices out how he would love to live in a place like this. 

“Probably, yeah. I do kinda love this vibe here though.” 

Nancy snorts as she walks beside him, looking down with an amused smile. 

“What vibe?”

Eddie shrugs, looking past her and over to you, he grins. “This whole western theme, the cowboy thing. I’m kind of starting to get it, Sunshine.” 

A smile tugs at your lips. You look over at him, crossing your arms over your chest to shield yourself from the cold. 

“Yeah?”

Eddie nods. “In another life I’ll be a cowboy.”

Nancy laughs, shaking her head at her best friend. 

“Why not in this one?” 

Eddie frowns, scoffing. “One can’t just become a cowboy, you’re either born with it or you’re a pretender. Aaron is a real cowboy.” 

Steve tenses up behind him, gripping the handles of the wheelchair tighter, he clenches his jaw and looks away. 

“Me? I’m a rockstar, Wheeler. I was born with that.” 

You and Nancy both giggle, sharing amused glances. 

“Well, when we get to California, you will have to play with your band, Eddie. I’ve never been to a heavy metal gig before!” 

Steve looks over at you. He doesn’t know why he feels such relief from hearing your words. It’s been clear that you and your family are coming with them and yet, he feels relieved to hear that your plans haven’t changed. He didn’t even realize how anxious he was about the possibility of you parting ways with them once getting back home. 

“Oh, Sweetheart! You’ll get the best concert of your life!”

“I’m counting on that, Eddie.” You giggle. 

Steve breathes in sharply when Aaron’s house comes into vision. He really isn’t looking forward to this evening at all, knowing he will have to endure watching the man flirt with you the way he probably did when you were sitting outside with him. 

He doesn’t know what you have talked about with him and he isn’t sure if he even wants to know. It was bad enough watching him make you laugh. It made that sour taste on his tongue even worse. 

“Will you carry me up the stairs, Wheeler? You’re my wonder woman.” Eddie cackles as he looks at the porch steps. 

“It’s just three steps, I think your other leg is perfectly healthy.” She rolls her eyes at him, yet she is already leaning down to help as Steve leans down on his other side. He wraps his arms around their shoulders, grunting as they help him get up. 

“Careful.” Steve warns him as Eddie makes the first step. He looks down at his feet, making sure that Eddie doesn’t put pressure on his injured leg. It’s a heartwarming sight to see him care for his friend like that. It makes your heart beat a little stronger. 

You force your eyes away from him and look down. You reach for the wheelchair once they make it up to the porch. 

“I got it, Sunshine–”

“It’s fine, it’s not heavy.” You mumble as you carry it up the stairs and place it down behind Eddie. 

“Thanks, Sweets.” Eddie says softly as he carefully plops down, grunting again. “Damn, I never thought I’d have to use one again.” 

“Only for a couple of days,” Nancy mumbles, giving him a reassuring smile. She was the one who took care of him after he almost died in the upside down. He had to use the wheelchair for weeks, and he hated it. “You can use crutches in a few days, you’ll be fine.”

Steve puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, squeezing it. 

Eddie gives him a tight lipped smile, “alright, knock on the damn door before I freeze to death out here.” 

Steve sighs and nods, “alright…” He lifts his hand and knocks on the door. He takes a deep breath, bracing himself for a long evening. 

He glances back at you, to find you looking at him already, but you quickly turn your gaze away. Looking down shyly. 

The door opens, and Steve almost sighs in relief when it’s Thomas’s face that greets them. He knows he can’t avoid him, he was the one who made the invite after all but he’ll take every second he doesn’t have to look at him making eyes at you. 

“Good evening,” Thomas smiles, shaking Steve’s hand. The older man smiles at you before he takes in the new faces, Eddie and Nancy who he hasn't met yet. “Eddie and Nancy, right?” 

“Yes sir.” Eddie grins, leaning forward to shake his hand. The metalhead is a little surprised by the Texan accent. 

You’re too busy looking down at Eddie to notice the awestruck look on Nancy’s face as she stares at the man before her. 

“I’m Thomas, you can call me Tommy though.” He waves his hand, smiling between them too, before he grabs Nancy’s hand, giving her a nod and a softer smile. “Come on in, it’s cold out here.”

Nancy pushes the wheelchair inside, walking past the man who is looking between all of you with a kind smile on his face. 

Steve lifts his arm up and gestures for you to step inside. You take a deep breath and brush past him, greeting the older man once more. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel Steve’s hand on your lower back. 

“You live here too?” Eddie asks Tommy, looking back at him. 

“Yeah. Me, Aaron, and my brother. This house has enough room for all of us, that way we can also leave the other houses empty for families and newcomers.”

Eddie nods, “makes sense.”

You look around, taking in the western themed decoration around the hallway, though you are still coming down from the emotions he filled you with once again. His touch lingered still even after letting go of your back. You try to focus on anything but him behind you. 

The smell lingering in the house, coming from the kitchen, is mouth watering. Your stomach suddenly feels emptier than ever, making you forget the last time you had a warm home cooked meal. 

Tommy leads you into the living room, where the dinner table is set up already, filled with plates, wine, and whiskey glasses. Country music is playing, and the fireplace is lit, casting an orange glow over the room. 

Footsteps echo from the hallway, and you turn around to see Aaron walking into the room. A kitchen towel is slung over his shoulder. He is wearing a dark flannel, the top buttons undone, chest hair, and a silver chain around his neck on display. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him, not being able to stop your eyes from scanning him. 

You see Tommy pulling the chair back for Nancy to sit, and she thanks him, sitting down next to Eddie, still in his wheelchair, but already sitting at the table. Steve waited for you to choose a seat so he could pull the chair for you, but a deep southern voice made all of you turn again to the man who just came into the room.

“Good evening, folks. Eddie, you lookin’ sharp.” You could see Aaron’s eyes scanning your friend’s face and limbs, as if doing a medical inspection from afar. Eddie nodded with a smile, pulling his hair back from his shoulders.

“I was forced to put on this button up.” Aaron nodded, his head turning to face Nancy now.

“You look great, Nancy.” Steve froze up a bit at how friendly he was being. Way too friendly. Way too friendly for someone who knew you all for only two days. Your eyes met Nancy’s, who only turned her head a bit with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you.” Steve winced a bit when Aaron turned to finally face him. He didn’t want a forced compliment, didn’t need one. But the blue eyed man didn’t care, shooting him a smile.

“Knew that sweater was your size. Told ya, Tommy.” Thomas made a mocking noise as he sat down in front of Eddie. 

“Yeah, uh… Thanks.” He was about to speak again, but Aaron quickly interrupted.

“Well, sit down now, I’ll bring the food in in a second.” Your eyes looked at the available seats, one next to Tommy, the other two were at the heads of the table. Before you could take the seat next to Tommy’s, one of the head of the table’s chairs was pulled back. “You’ll sit here, Sugar.”

“Oh? Um… alright?” You questioned. Steve raised an eyebrow in question as he clenched his fists, begrudgingly sitting down next to Tommy, but gladly, he was still next to you. Your eyes met Aaron’s as you sat down, and he chuckled at your tone.

“It’s just so I can see you better. Would be a waste to miss such a view during this night.” Your entire face heated up at the blunt compliment. Direct. Straight to the point. No dancing around. You were not used to it. You didn’t know how to respond, staring at him as you were pulled into the table.

Steve’s eyes hardened as he gripped the edges of his chair, his knuckles going white in rage, in pure anxiety and nerves. He didn’t feel hungry, just nauseous. Aaron patted the back of your chair, before heading back into the kitchen. Your eyes were still a bit lost at the compliment, looking down at the plate to then hear a whistle coming from Eddie’s side, and that made you look up.

“Oh, she is flustered!” He joked, and you could only shake your head, trying to deny how weird it felt to have someone compliment you like this.

“It was just a compliment! You all got one too!” You tried to defend, but Nancy giggled, taking a sip of her glass of water, murmuring into the glass.

“We weren’t put on a display case like a nobel prize.” She joked, and you shook your head, looking away. Steve was staring at you, inspecting your expressions, the way you reacted, the way you moved, the way you talked. He was looking for any indication that would show him you disliked it. He was looking for reassurance, knowing it was selfish. Knowing he shouldn’t. But his heart had a mind of its own.

“Always the charming one. He was the one who picked out the dress you are wearing now, you know.” Tommy said, pouring himself a glass of wine and offering to Steve who was frozen at the comment. Aaron picked that outfit for you because he wanted to see you like this. He couldn’t help but feel a little angry. You weren’t a barbie doll. You weren’t sure of wearing that dress before, even if it looked really nice on you, the most beautiful thing Steve’s seen in years.

But he wasn’t prepared for you to smile, a soft voice coming off your lips.

“I ought to thank him later.” 

Steve immediately let Tommy fill his glass of wine, and Eddie took notice of that. It only took four sips, and he had downed half the wine in his glass, earning him a chuckle from the man beside him. Steve cleared his throat, looking at his glass and back at the older man.

“I just– I haven’t had a good wine in some time.” He was lying. He wasn’t a wine guy, but he didn’t want to look nervous, or that he was drinking his anxiety away. He had to keep himself together. He had to. 

“Tommy, don’t be a lazy ass and help me bring in the food for our guests!” You all heard Aaron yell from the kitchen, and Tommy grunted heavily, getting up from his chair. 

“You’re making an old man work!” He complained, winking towards the lot of you, and walking towards the kitchen.

“You are 48, you are far from it!” You giggled at the loud voice as Tommy disappeared into the kitchen. Your eyes found Eddie who was wiggling his eyebrows your way, making you flush again and sigh, trying to look away. You felt your heart beating in your chest, and there were knots in your belly. You didn’t know why, but you were nervous.

“He’s 48!? Shit.” Nancy exclaimed in a whisper, grabbing the wine and pouring herself a glass, making your eyes widen. You heard Steve snort a bit, coughing into his fist.

“Please, tell me you didn’t–”

“I thought he was in his late 30’s!” She confessed, and you couldn’t help the fit of giggles that came over you. You’ve never seen Nancy interested in anyone, and Tommy was a handsome man, but you liked them a little younger than almost half a century. Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound of your laughter, and then Eddie joined. You were all giggling at the table like high schoolers, only for the two men to walk in again with plates in their hands. 

“What are we laughing about?” Aaron asked with a smile, and you all cleared your throats, sitting straight up again. You looked at the man, shaking your head.

“Nothing, nothing.” You tried defending, but he squinted, leaning a bit downwards towards your face, getting closer. His cologne was bitter, wooden, with a hint of leather behind it. A scent that was making it impossible not to feel drawn in.

“Liars get punished, sweets.” You felt a shiver running down your spine, his eyes just gazing into yours with something you’ve never experienced before… or maybe you have. Or you thought you did. Blue eyes that were gazing down at you, the same way hazel ones did before. Hazel ones that still do.

Yet, they meant different things, didn’t they?

Aaron straightened up, putting a plate in front of Steve, and the brown haired man was still fixated on your face. His eyebrows were furrowed into a sad frown, a worried one. Only the clinking of the porcelain of the plates being placed cut him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see a juicy steak, with some boiled potatoes and steamed vegetables on the side. 

Aaron placed the other plate for you, your stomach growling at the sight of fresh meat, fresh vegetables, fresh everything. Even the spices used were fresh. It was steaming, and it smelled as delicious as it looked. 

“No celery.” Aaron said, and winked your way as you gave him a shy giggle that made Steve’s skin itch. No celery? You didn’t like celery? He didn’t know that. So why did Aaron know it? Tommy placed the plates he brought in front of Nancy and Eddie, and the metalhead was salivating at the sight.

“Eddie, wait for the hosts to sit down.” Nancy said, her eyes locked in on the steak and you were sure she was saying it more to herself than to Eddie. The metalhead groaned as Tommy chuckled, going back to take his seat as Aaron went back to get their last plates.

Everyone was hungry except for one person. He didn’t know if he could eat, even if his stomach grumbled; he didn’t know if it was because of nerves or hunger. He was afraid of eating and throwing it back up. 

When Aaron returned, he placed a plate in front of Tommy before sitting on the other end of the table, all across from you. He poured himself a glass of wine before raising it up towards all of you.

“May your stay here be relaxing.” His eyes were trained on yours, and you mimicked him, raising your own glass after filling it up with some wine. The rest followed, giving reassuring smiles, except for Steve. He could barely manage a tug on the lips. Once the first sip was taken, you all finally dug in, and the first to yell was–

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” You honestly expected those words from Eddie, who moaned at the first bite of his steak, not from proper Nancy Wheeler. You were all wide eyed, except for the two hosts on the table who just watched her devour her meat. 

“A woman who knows how to eat.” Tommy chuckled, and you were still stunned at seeing Nancy eating like that, and it was after the fourth massive bite that she stopped to apologize.

“I’m so sorry, I just– Haven’t had fresh meat in a while, and I love meat.” Steve chuckled at that, not surprised to hear that. Nancy always ate protein in her meals before, and if it had meat even better. Tommy gave her a nod of approval, a smile on his face.

“Well, we have our farms here. We breed our own cows, chickens, pigs… But I do love a good hunt. Rabbit meat is exquisite.” You could almost giggle at how Nancy’s ears perked up, swallowing her food down.

“Well, if we are staying for a week, maybe– You can take me out hunting with you… sir.” Eddie choked on his potato, trying to cough it out, not having expected Nancy to make a move like that. You were wide eyed, cutting into the steak, side eying Steve to see if he was listening to the same thing you were, and by his amused glance, you knew you heard right.

“Oh, don’t call me sir. Makes me feel old.”

“Trust me, you don’t look old.” Aaron couldn’t help it, putting his fist over his mouth as his shoulders shook a bit at Tommy’s stunned face from Nancy’s obvious advances. Fuck, you had to keep it together. You could feel your laughter wanting to get out of your mouth, but you took deep breaths in, straightening up as you took a bite of your steak. 

“Sorry for uh, Tommy’s brother, Paxton. He has night guard duty today.” Aaron explained, trying to change the subject for his friend’s sake. Eddie finally recovered and was eating an asparagus which he never thought he would, with delight.

“So you are like… The big three?” He asked, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. Aaron chuckled, but then made a somewhat nod with a shrug.

“We are all like… heads, leaders of an area. Tommy is good with hunting, but he is also very good with the administration and organization of supplies. I am good in the medical field, but also good in the exploration team. Then, Paxton is good at fighting, but he is the one organizing the rotating teams for the day and night watches.” 

You were surprised to hear how well organized this community was, and sure, Tommy might be the leader, as Aaron said, but the three of them were the ones people went to in need.

“Wow, that’s… amazing.” You said out loud, making Aaron look up and give a smile your way. You felt a small kick against your right ankle, and Steve straightened up with a wince.

“Sorry.” Aaron���s eyes drifted to the brown haired man as he took a sip of his wine. He inspected Steve, only for Tommy to interrupt his thoughts.

“So, Aaron told me here you all know the Hawkins crew! Those boys were the ones who fixed and taught us about our radios. We might be good at many things, but we lack in the technological area.” He winced a bit at his words, and Nancy giggled, wiping the corner of her mouth with the tissue.

“Yeah, I always called my brother a nerd. But, thanks to him and his nerdy friends, I really don’t know if… many of us would be alive by now.” She expressed, and you couldn’t help but notice the saddened yet relieved expression that covered her features. 

“Oh, which one of those is your brother?” Tommy asked and Nancy straightened up once again.

“Mike, then the other is Holly.” Tommy nodded with a knowing expression as if deep in thought, turning to look at Aaron.

“Karen was the mom, right?” Nancy winced at the mention of her mom, and you knew it was because it would give out her age to the man before them. A man, that, from what you could gather, Nancy was trying to flirt with. Aaron went deep in thought, squinting a bit to then nod in agreement. “Let me tell you, you don’t look your age.”

Eddie, once again, choked on his food. He was trying to eat in peace, but the conversations were not helping at all. Aaron chuckled, patting his back gently as Nancy smiled, straightening up.

“I’ve been told.” You noticed how the older man’s eyes lingered on Nancy’s form as she began eating again, and you held in a whistle as you went back to your food. Steve was trying not to choke on his own potatoes as he tried to silence the room around him.

“And, are any of those other people your family?” Aaron asked as he took a bite of his own food, looking at Steve, making him talk. He gulped, taking a sip of his wine before speaking, hoping his tone would not give away his nerves.

“Uh… no. We all consider each other family.”

“From your worry over Dustin, I would have thought he was your brother.” A wave of nostalgia washed over Steve, and you could see his eyes glistening a bit as a small smile formed on his lips.

“Well… like I said… we consider each other family.” Eddie then nodded, turning to talk to Aaron.

“But, I am the most likable brother. Steve was the favorite until I arrived.” Steve squinted at his friend, shaking his head.

“Favorite?” 

“Oh yeah, you think Henderson didn’t tell me how jealous you were that you hung out with me?” At that, Nancy interrupted.

“Yeah, Steve, you were jealous.” Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t.”

“In Dustin’s words, you called me older and cooler.” Eddie mentioned, and the bantering kept going. You listened, wanting to include yourself in their conversation but feeling slightly detached from it. They talked about their friends, their family, knowing they were waiting for them. That is why they could joke about the past.

But you didn’t have a way to contact your family. You knew your brother was smart, but not that smart to build a radio station from scratch. You knew your family was alive, yet–

“What about you, Sunshine?” You looked up to look at Steve, thinking it was him the one who called out to you, but his eyes were looking towards the other end of the table, almost surprised. 

You followed the gaze, seeing blue eyes staring at you with a comforting smile.

“Sorry, I heard them call you that.” He apologized and you gulped, shaking your head slowly as if saying you didn’t mind. Eddie had called you that a few times but… It was only Steve who called you Sunshine, all the time.

“I– Uh… I mentioned that my family is in Nevada, probably waiting for me, hurdled up.” You tried to joke around and Steve’s head turned your way and then he licked his lips, looking back at Aaron.

Aaron nodded, he knows that part already but you haven’t talked much about your family yet. 

“We’re going there to get her parents and brother, then we are all going to California.” Aaron’s eyes met Steve’s, and the fire in the fireplace crackled a little bit. You felt some tension passing by, looking in between the two men. Aaron tilted his head, his soft smile never leaving his lips.

“Is that so?”

You felt nervous, for whatever reason. You gulped, looking at Nancy and Eddie who were also looking back and forth Steve and Aaron and then your eyes found some horse reins, hung on the wall behind Nancy. You cleared your throat, catching their attention again.

“I’ve always wanted to ride a horse. Never had the chance to do so.” Aaron raised an eyebrow in amusement and then Eddie chuckled, taking a sip of his water.

“Yeah, our Sunshine here loves all western stuff. I bet this place is her Disneyland.” You rolled your eyes trying to hide your embarrassment, looking away. Aaron chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his chair.

“Really, now? And you love western stuff and never rode a horse?”

“My mom is terrified of them… So, obviously, she never let us near them.” You commented with a giggle, taking a sip of your wine as Aaron’s eyes never left you.

“Tell you what. How about you and I go horseback riding one of these days?” Steve’s entire body grew a cold sweat, his fingertips going a little numb. You two? Alone? No. He couldn’t be trusted. You for sure would not accept that so easily–

“I would love that! Are the horses friendly with strangers?"

His eyes found your excited smiling face, and his heart felt like it was crumbling to the pit of his stomach. He looked down at his food, noticing he had eaten only half, or even less, compared to what everyone else ate. He felt sick. He felt pained.

"Sure thing. But Athena, our female, she loves to be ridden by pretty girls. She won't let you fall." Aaron says, smirking when he notices how flustered you got by his comment.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from putting a hand on the back of your chair, an action you grew so accustomed to, that you didn’t notice it as you began eating once again. He could feel Nancy’s eyes on him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, but letting this man know… letting him know what?

“You two dating?” Everyone looked at Tommy, wondering who he was talking to, and then he pointed towards you and Steve with his fork. Only then, you notice the hand on the back of your chair. Indignation rose up in your throat, gulping as your jaw clenched. Steve didn’t even say anything, and you couldn’t believe him. Why isn’t he the one responding when he was the one who rejected you?

You cleared your throat, looking down at the last bits of your food.

“No, we’re just partners.” 

And Steve felt his entire self break down at that second. He became void. Numb. He could hear everyone else talking, and if at some point he was talked to, hopefully they didn’t think he ignored them on purpose. He just wasn’t there. 

He felt empty. There was laughter, but the smile never reached his face. There were stories, but none came out of his mouth. There were plans, yet he could not register a single one. He felt his chest being compressed, as if someone was doing a vacuum seal around him, and he couldn’t stop it.

He didn’t even register the moment you all got up and bid goodbye to Aaron and Tommy. He saw Nancy talking to Tommy privately for a bit, but his eyes went back to you. You were with Aaron and Eddie, talking about Eddie’s health, but Steve’s ears were ringing. Thrumming. Banging. Stinging.

When you all got to the house, Nancy helped Eddie in, and before you walked in, the cold air hit his lungs again. He took a deep breath in, and his hand shot out to grab your wrist. 

Your breath got caught in your throat, and you turned to look at Steve, who looked as lost as he was at the dinner table. His breathing was heavy, labored, the foggy breath coming out of his mouth thanks to the cold. 

“Partners? We’re not even friends?” He asked, gulping heavily as he waited for your answer. He feared it. He feared you. He feared losing you. You doomed him, completely, and you hadn’t even got a clue of it.

But instead of words, you ripped your hand away from him, and you gave him a shake of your head. You didn’t even speak to him. He couldn’t read you, not anymore. Your smile was gone. Your joy with him left you. Your warmth left him.

And you entered the cabin, leaving him out there in the cold. He grabbed onto his head as he tried to gather himself, try to stitch his broken parts together again, because– He couldn’t blame you for what he felt. He couldn’t blame Aaron. He couldn’t blame anyone else.

Only himself. 

And so, he should learn to live without you. He has to. He had to. But how could he? How was he going to be able to do that–

When your smile was the first thing he looked forward to every single morning.

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well well well... poor Steve but he set himself up didn't he...?

also also Tommy... this is Tommy.

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[spaceshipkat]

messy

buddie | explicit | 8k

Buck doesn’t actually want Eddie here, helping him move into his new apartment, for the same reason he didn’t want Eddie with him while touring places with a realtor. It’s the same reason he made sure the movers arrived to clear the house on South Bedford of Buck’s furniture while Eddie was still in El Paso boxing up his own, and the same reason that Buck held his tongue about offering Eddie the other side of his king-size mattress when he returned for Bobby’s funeral.

Eddie’s only just gotten back to LA, only just gotten back to the 118, and he needs to find his footing here with Chris again. He can’t do that if Buck is always in his house, everywhere he looks. Eddie certainly can’t do that if he’s spending time that he could be spending on Chris with Buck instead. So when Eddie offered to tour places with Buck, Buck declined and bought tickets to a basketball game for Eddie to take Chris to instead. He’s not sure if Eddie believed him when he said he won them, but he took them anyway. He hadn’t gotten the chance to take Chris to the Mavericks in Texas, after all.

And when Eddie told Buck to wait to move out until Eddie and Chris got back with their stuff so they could figure out what they wanted to keep, Buck said, “Of course,” then surprised Eddie with an empty house upon his return to LA and declared, “Now you won’t have to get rid of any of your stuff just because mine’s in the way!”

And after a single night of Eddie on the couch with its terrible lumbar support when he returned for Bobby’s funeral, Buck cut whatever Eddie was about to suggest off to instead offer to take turns in his bed.

He wanted Eddie’s return to LA to go as smoothly as it possibly could. He didn’t want Eddie to have a single reason to regret coming back. And that meant Buck had to act normal, which means knowing that Eddie and Chris need their space and time away from him. Because Buck is not in love with Eddie, and he doesn’t want anyone to think he is. Least of all Eddie.

So Buck made himself scarce—he’d even moved into a hotel while he looked for a place despite Eddie’s offer of his couch. And Buck had been doing a good job of staying out of the way, of being easy, breezy Buck, until parking the U-Haul on the curb outside his apartment building this morning to find Eddie with Chimney and Ravi, dressed in cutoff jeans and a tank top, sunglasses pushed into his hair to hold it out of his face. Buck wanted to wring Chimney’s neck, and then when Chimney pointed at Ravi while pretending to rub his nose, he was tempted to chase Ravi around the firehouse with a chainsaw again. Ravi had at least looked sorry, and whispered to Buck, “I didn’t realize he wasn’t invited,” while Eddie and Chimney were arguing about how to carry the couch through the front door of Buck’s apartment.

Buck had just grimaced a smile and held his tongue, even when he stepped outside an hour later to find Chimney running off with some excuse and Ravi having disappeared into thin air, leaving him and Eddie there at the open door of the U-Haul, two piles of boxes left. “We got this, bud,” Eddie had said, clapping Buck’s shoulder, none the wiser to the vigorous grinding of Buck’s teeth, and Buck had smiled and hummed and gritted out, “Sure thing.”

And Buck hopes to continue to hold his tongue now, while he and Eddie stand here trapped inside the elevator of Buck’s brand new apartment building, the two rusty, creaky hand trucks they’d borrowed from the hardware store taking up more space than Buck thinks is necessary. The elevator had seemed large until it clanked to a sudden stop, doused them in darkness, and lit the world in emergency red.

Now it’s just small, because it’s been fifteen minutes of Buck and Eddie leaning against opposite mirrored walls, with Buck attempting to avoid eye contact—but with so many reflections around and above them, it’s asking the impossible. It’s not his fault that Eddie’s so good at catching the eye. The eye is naturally drawn to movement, and so every time Eddie scratches his nose, or glances at his phone, or shifts on his feet, Buck’s gaze flies to a mirror: Eddie’s right side, his left side, from straight overhead.

He supposes he should be grateful the floor isn’t mirrored, too.

It’s not a new thing, Buck wishing he had the power of teleportation. It’s a common daydream, actually, when he’s sitting in LA traffic and watching the clock tick closer to the hour he’s supposed to be at work. But it’s never felt more desperate than right now, with Eddie exhaling breath after breath onto one mirrored wall and drawing one smiley face after another, creating an army up to the elevator doors.

On his return, they become frowny faces.

Buck shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Sorry.”

“Ain’t your fault the wiring’s faulty,” Eddie says, adding angry brows over this frowny face’s eyes.

“Right,” Buck says, and winces. “But, uh, I meant you losing your entire Saturday to this.”

Eddie’s eyes meet Buck’s in the mirror. Buck quickly looks away.

“Uh huh,” Eddie says, at length.

“It’s—That’s why I asked just Chim and Rav. You’ve got Chris, and—”

“And Chim has a baby.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“I didn’t have anything else planned.”

You still could have just spent this time at home with Chris, Buck thinks but doesn’t say. He can’t just point out the obvious and make Eddie feel even guiltier for wasting his day with this. Wasting it on Buck, instead of his son, who he uprooted his entire damn life for, just to get him back. If Buck points out that Eddie should have chosen Chris, it’ll make the wait trapped in this elevator even worse.

So he doesn’t say a thing, and watches Eddie resume his frowny faces. They become weepy on the wall toward Buck, and then Eddie spins and drops back against the wall a foot away. Buck wonders if it would be too obvious if he moved to put that space back between them. It’s not that he’s worried he’s going to jump Eddie—he has more self-control than that. But he can’t confuse his body. Sure, he’s thought for years that Eddie is attractive, has known for years that Eddie might be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. But giving in to his attraction might give his hopeless heart hope.

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[phantomxarmy]

the business card

The disdain filling those killer brown eyes could level him to the ground. In fact, he kind of wishes they would just so she wouldn’t look at him like that anymore.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t catcalling you…I was catcalling my buddy,” Luke grimaces and points to Reggie across the street, even as he feels the heat of a thousand suns shaming him for his bad timing. 

“Can confirm,” Reggie spins around the girl with a flourish and slings an arm around Luke’s shoulder as soon as he reaches them from across the street. “I’m Reggie, this is my best friend, Luke. Our other best friend Alex is around here somewhere.” He glances around as though simply talking about Alex would make suddenly materialize.

This girl looks she would rather be anywhere else right now. Luke winces right back; he loves Reggie but sometimes the man does not know when to stop talking. Case in point:

“We’re in a band, Sunset Curve,” Reggie hands her a business card of all things. Honestly, it probably beats him running around offering girls t-shirts in “size beautiful”. They needed people to buy merch, not give it away for free OR offend women with terrible pick up lines and possibly incorrect shirt sizes. Luke mouths “Tell your friends” along with Reggie, completely force of habit at this point, and the girl smiles a little at him. 

Damn, she’s cute. 

The girl glances down at the card in her hands. “Wait, Sunset Curve? Like just played ‘The Echo’ the other night Sunset Curve? I thought that cut off looked familiar,” she sends a smirk in Luke’s direction.

“That would be us! You were there?!” Reggie’s interest is piqued and Luke would be lying if he said his isn’t as well. 

“Yeah, my mom and I went together. She really liked you guys,” she gives them once-over, as if parts of a math problem were coming together in her head.

Luke can’t help himself. “And what about you?” “What about me?” 

“I wanna know what the gorgeous woman in front of me thinks.” He can feel Alex groaning wherever he is. Oh, nope. That was a real Alex groan.

“I’m sorry…about them,” Alex leans around the other side of Luke. “Are they already flirting with you?” 

“Does this happen regularly?” 

“For Reggie, always. For Luke, never.” Julie flicks an amused smile over at him and those thousands suns are back and setting his cheeks aflame once more.

“Yeah, Luke hasn’t tried to hit on anyone in at least three years. Mr. Music is too focused,” Reggie adds and his blush only darkens. 

He’s not sure which is worse. Being That Guy That In A Band That Flirts All The Time (Reggie makes it work in a non-douchey way somehow) or being That Guy That Never Hits On Women Ever (his overeager puppy demeanor and all-about-the-music tendencies always seem to clash in an irreparable way). 

“Luke was just asking about my thoughts on your show the other night.” 

“Do you have about twelve hours, give or take a decade? Because if you start this conversation, he’s going to hold you hostage until he shakes every ounce of musical information out of you. I’m Alex, by the way.” He reaches out his hand to shake Julie’s. 

“Julie,” she takes Alex’s hand with a wide grin. “Luckily for Luke, I can also talk music for hours, or years. I don’t have either today, but what I will say is you guys really have that something special. From the minute you stepped on stage, you captivated the audience in a way my mom and I haven’t seen, well, in a very long time. The crowd wasn’t just into you, they were right there with you like you all shared a heart the entire time. That’s pretty rare in my experience,” she smiles softly at them.  

Luke can feel his grin growing too wide, the one Alex says makes him look like the Cheshire Cat but “somehow even creepier”, but he can't seem to bring himself to care. This girl gets it.

“That’s what we do this for. To connect with people.” He launches into his usual spiel, with extra flourishes and speed because cute girls make him nervous and apparently that makes him talk even faster. Julie’s smiling along with him like suddenly that math problem in her head earlier has finally been figured out but then Alex is subtly tapping him on the back of the neck. “Iiiii’m being really rude. You said you didn’t have a lot of time today. Could I buy you a cup of coffee and pick your brain about a few more things? And/or as an apology for immediately hitting on you?” 

Julie laughs, soft and low, and the sound tickles his brain. “You're right, I do have to get going. But here, take this and set up a meeting with my assistant Willie. I’ll tell them to expect a call from a potential client.” 

She hands them a business card. Luke can’t get past the first two lines.

Black Dahlia Records Julie Molina, A&R Rep

“It was very nice to meet you in person, Sunset Curve,” Julie smiles coyly like she knows their minds are exploding. “I hope to hear from you soon.” 

She takes off and Luke can barely manage to muster up a “We’ll call you!” shouted towards her back that he can only hope that she heard. She sends a little acknowledging wave without looking back as she ducks into the back seat of a car waiting nearby. Undoubtedly one of the coolest moves a person can pull. 

“See? The business card idea…not so stupid now, eh?” Reggie gloats as soon as Julie’s car is out of sight.

“Guys. Do you know what this means?” Luke chokes out. 

“We…made it?” Alex asks tentatively. 

Luke clasps them each on the shoulder and looks back and forth between them, tears shimmering right at the surface. 

“We fucking made it,” he crows. He doesn’t even care that they’re on a random sidewalk in L.A. when Reggie starts pulling them into a jumping hug. Fucking business cards. Who knew?

_____ @innytoes chaotic prompts as per usual. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t catcalling you…I was catcalling my buddy." | find this on ao3

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[phinnking]

i know a lot of people like to make fun of young queer people who use a bunch of microlabels and engage in niche or "cringe" aesthetics but im gonna be so honest, i love them so much. i 100% was that kid and while now i don't really use or think about any of the labels i used back then, that doesn't make that time any less valuable and valid (and it doesn't make someone less valid if they do keep using that terminology into their adult life!). queer kids who are figuring themselves out and are learning about new fun words for genders and pronouns and sexualities deserve to run wild and be loud and happy and not carry and be impacted by the shame that many of us have been taught to hold.

my cousin is a year younger than how old i was when i first realized i was queer and they've vaguely known they were queer for a couple years now. personally, i think that's pretty awesome. recently they've gotten into the very stereotypical scene kid aesthetic and i make a point to compliment them on it every time i see them. almost every time i see them they have a new adjustment as to how they view their gender/sexuality and i always tell them that that's really cool and i give them a hug. recently they told me they have a boyfriend and listed like 3 separate labels as to how he defines his gender and i asked them if i was remembering the definitions of all those words correctly (which i was because, like i said, i was that kid lol).

it's just all these small things that seem so trivial or "weird/cringe" that so many people look down on queer kids for engaging in and i'll never understand it. i think it is so unbelievably cool that these people are figuring themselves out and finding new terms and identities and things that they can be and they're just so excited by it. being excited by queerness is cool! wanting to engage in niche subcultures is cool! allowing yourself to be who you are in that moment without the worrying guilt of having to get it "right" is wonderful and awesome and cool and how it should be!! please do not teach the queer kids to be ashamed of themselves in a time where they should be able to run wild and figure out their identities in a way that truly makes them happy!!!!

[qoldenskies]

I want you to know that Leo bringing out the pet names for Donnie gut me every time and I am always laying dead on the pavement /pos Keep at it!

INSTANT KILL

[sysig]

VUXPet (Patreon)

[r0semultiverse]

So time loops huh? Also that waterlogged ghost lady still freaks me out every time.

[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ let me blow your mind

pairing: badboy!han jisung x f!reader

genre: one-shot, high school au, smut

word count: 10,1K

warnings: a lot of marking! ⋆ groping! ⋆ biting!⋆ light!spanking ⋆ experienced!han and inexperienced!reader ⋆ dry humping ⋆ oral (f. and m. receiving) ⋆ dirty talking (han has a nasty mouth) ⋆ cunnilingus ⋆ squirting ⋆ face!cumshot

summary: you noticed him watching you from afar, though it never occurred to you why han jisung, the school’s bad boy, would be watching a shy, nerdy girl like you, but before you can even blink, you are thrown into a world of pleasure and right into his greedy hands

request by @khandzilla

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He thinks you are doing it on purpose. Your teeth nibbling, chewing at your pencil. Pink tinted lips, wrapping around it and staining it — and he just knows that the lip balm you always apply is strawberry flavored. You always sit at the front of the class, like the good student that you are and even from the back of the room, he can see the sweat glistening on your skin. In his opinion schools should not be open at such weather, but he isn’t that against it, because he could see more of your white thigh highs sliding down your yummy thighs. Such a good student — there has never been a day when he hasn’t seen you wearing the school uniform. You always made it look so good and especially when the weather was too much for your luscious skin to handle. The sleeves of your white blouse are rolled up and to his delight few buttons undone at the top, but to his displeasure hair not put up to show off your neck. Everyday he tried to at least catch a glimpse of new skin.

But it wasn’t enough for him. He ignores his friends snickering, the loud noise disturbing his thoughts for a split second. His head falls into his hand, leaning to the side when of the students moves before him and into his view. He is only pulled away from his thoughts when you turn around to look at the teacher. He only at that realized that the teacher is walking around the class to hand out their graded tests. Han doesn’t even have to see it, he knows that he totally blew it. It didn’t matter, l the only good grade that matters is yours.

No, he doesn’t want to say that it’s a crush. To be honest it’s a borderline obsession. He wouldn’t go to school so often if you weren’t there, he doesn’t even care about keeping up his reputation anymore. He had basically memorized your whole schedule — you are always the first person in class, glasses almost falling off your nose as you are always buried in some textbook, you are always eating few pieces of fruit during the third break — strawberries, just like your lip balm, are your favorite, then your are eating lunch at the far corner of the cafeteria where you are looking out of the window and mostly, he memorized how you would always push your skirt down — how your tits would strain against your blouse and how you would apply your lip balm with that cute pout — there’s a individual obsession just with your lips and he wonders if they taste just as sweet as the look…and from what he has seen, you are also super sweet. He doesn’t talk to you, he wants to, but it’s way more fun making you flustered when you catch him staring. He wonders if you like him, because you are shy around literally everyone, however he wants to say that he is the one. He didn’t talk to you, just observed you, waiting for the golden opportunity to arrive and when the teacher goes to hand him his test he sees it.

Han notices the teacher’s frown before even seeing his score. “Do something about it, buddy…” Sighs out Mr. Lee, his tone almost sounding fatherly. Pity is the last thing Han wants, and he knows his friends won’t offer it anyway. They laugh at his score, loudly cheering when one of them matches it. Zero, in bold red and circled, just as he expected. He’s never been good at this sort of thing — put him in an English class and he will score the highest, when it comes to a physics test, only one person can do that.

Han looks up from the paper, eyes going back to the front and he has to hide a small smile appearing on his face, when he sees you already looking at him. Just from the corner of your eye, subtly, masking it as if you are looking at the teacher who happens to reach your desk at that moment. You tried to be sneaky, but when you met his eyes, you instantly look away, almost giving yourself a whiplash. “Good job, Y/N.” Says the teacher and you flash him a small smile of gratitude, putting your 100% marked test on your desk. And then Han sees it.

Maybe it’s easier than he thought.

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You already sprayed the entire capsule of your portable perfume on yourself. You are sweating from head to toe and you for the first time wished that you were wearing anything other than your uniform right now. Even if your tie is loose, it feels like it’s choking you, scratching at your neck. You also hope no one, especially him, can smell your nerves. You feel like you died a little when you caught him staring again and you know, you can’t possibly face him anymore. You are already in rush you want to say, few hours of classes still ahead of you, so when you dash out the door that’s your excuse. Though can’t help, but wonder if he will ever talk to you and just as the thought crosses your mind, you hear someone call out to you.

“Y/N—“ The well known voice sings out your name. You feel your heart jumping, stopping in the packed hallway. You feel so many eyes on you right now, the cheerleaders few feet away from you, glaring daggers at you. You are already feeling hot, but now you are sweating just from the way he said your name. To be honest you thought he didn’t even know you which is kind of stupid — you always catch him looking at you, but you want to say that it is just a coincidence every single time. You slowly turn around and you breathe out shakily when he literally jumps right in front of you.

Han breathes heavily, chest rising up and down and you can’t look at him when his shirt is so open that you think he should be dress coded. Your eyes fall onto his tie instead, hanging low on his neck, but you still see the bright smile on his face. You don’t even want to think about how you two look next to each other. You — hugging your textbooks close to your chest as much as possible to calm your racing heart, hair sticking to your sweaty skin and him — shining brighter than a star, effortlessly gorgeous and confident in his stance.

He pushes his hair back, eyes wide to get a full look at you. You are slouching a little to appear smaller and he almost coos at how cute you look, however his eyes go a little lower and not in innocent manner. No one can judge him for looking down your blouse when your tits are perfectly smashed together and thinking about licking your salty sweat off them. His nose is hit with a big whiff of your perfume and it’s so intoxicating that he almost doubles over. When you push your glasses up on your nose, it pulls him out of the magic spell your perfume held him in. “Are you free after school?” He should’ve said it differently, but the look on your face was definitely worth it.

Your lips parted, finally glancing up at him. You can’t believe those words left his mouth. You feel your heart pounding, ears ringing. However when you give a small glance your eyes drift behind him instead. “Ehm…” Your eyes fall on his friends, leaning on the lockers and staring right at the two of you. They have their lips turned up into smiles and you hope it’s not what you think it is. This can’t be just some kind of joke, because when your eyes drift back to Han his eyes are shinning with hope. “Why?” You ask, quietly not being able to look at him fully from how intensely his stare is.

“Well—“ Han notices your attention drifting off, eyes going back and forth between him and something behind him. He frowns, turning around to look back and when he sees his friends he almost screams. They are visible making you uncomfortable and even if their smiles were nothing, but teasing, he doesn’t want you looking anywhere else than him. With the first word still on the tip of his mouth, he blocks your view with his body, resulting in him standing right in front of you. “You’re really good at Mr. Lee’s class.” Han could have gotten to the point a long time ago, but he purposely makes this small conversation last longer, just to shake you up a bit more.

You feel heat traveling to your face, eyes glaring at his tie, but now he is way closer. The fact he is not afraid to walk into your personal bubble should make you uncomfortable and it in some point does, but it also awakens butterflies in your stomach. You become giddy inside and you can’t hide the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, but it quickly fell at his intense look. “Thank you.” You whisper in question, perfectly done eyebrows rising to your forehead at disbelief. Han bites his lips, just like you are doing right now, completely unknowingly and he swears he can taste the strawberries on your mouth from here.

“Will you tutor me?” He asks and you have to step back a little to glance at him better, because you can’t breathe from how close he keeps getting. You pause at the ‘will’, he already knows that you won’t say no. “I suck so bad at physics and if I don’t do good at the next exam, I’m done. Mr. Lee said you are the only one who can safe me.” He says, exaggerating with his big expressions. He huffs, frowns and mostly looks at you with big puppy eyes.

Han drowns in your bashful state when he says the last sentence, you trying not to melt at his feet from the tone of his voice. You are just so overly taken back by this interaction that it is kind of hard to fully take it all in. You are already shocked that he walked up to you, talked to you and now he wants — no, needs your help? You don’t know if you can take it. “I-I—“ Your mouth is open, words at the tip of your tongue. However your mind is empty as you are not even sure what to say to him. Your mind goes back to his smirking friends and then to those jealous cheerleaders whose glares you still feel on your back. So much attention at once and mostly from him. Han waits, hands in his pockets, but both of you already know what you are going to say next. “I-I guess, I can—“

Han claps, the sound startling you, but he doesn’t see it as he looks at ceiling in greatfulness, though you don’t know it is mostly because of something else. “Thank you, Y/N! You’re a savior!” You shrink back at his loud voice, few people passing by you whispering to themselves. You feel hot, ready to pass out. You didn’t say yes, but also not no, you are not really sure what you wanted more — to go home after school or tutor him, well, he seems to know the answer for you. “Meet me before the school after?” Han says, already jumping back to walk back to his friends.

Your shuttering is cute, glasses fogging up at the bottom from your heavy sigh. “Oh, yeah!” Your voice breaks at the end and you want the floor to swallow you whole, but he only flashes you one of his dazzling smiles at the sound.

You stand there frozen in your spot, looking at him with small disbelief. You are already full of anxiety from just imagining yourself talking to him, he on the other hand only feels delight. He beams brightly, ignoring the remarks from his friends to look back at you for the last time. His eyes fall to the back of your thighs, hand keeping up your right sock up and he just can’t wait to see your skin up close again.

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You are for the rest of the day on high alert, but at the same time and for the first, you see yourself not paying too much attention to your classes. Your hands are shaking, lip quivering. You don’t see Han anymore till lunch, however your eyes are staring into your book, though not even reading. He watched you the whole time, like usually, but other than lunch he didn’t go near you. You noticed that, but maybe you are just delusional, maybe those other times he actually wasn’t really everywhere near you, just like now. Maybe you are actually reading too much into things.

Han on the other hand really tried hard not to go near you. A lot of people were whispering about how there’s something going on between him and the nerdy, shy girl — well, not yet, he wants to say. He stays away from you to make you even more nervous and after school when he finally will meet up with you, you will be all shaken up, shuttering cutely like you always do.

When you stepped out of the school, the sun was already setting. You felt exhausted, but at the same time not at all, because you know you will not be able to relax because of him. For whatever reason…You stood at the end of the stairs to the main entrance, watching people walk by you, chatting. You kept looking down at your phone, reading the time minute by minute. It was getting really late for you and your heart kept beating faster the longer you stood there.

Han thinks he literally breathes just because of you. He can’t help those feelings and the thoughts running through him when he watches you stand there under the stairs, waiting for him. Your hair is tucked behind your ears, glasses hanging low on your nose and he melts when you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. The way his heart skips a beat when he sees you move to turn around and walk away, breaks him and yet again it pulls him out his thoughts. He can’t let you get away, not when you are already so close, so he runs to catch up with you.

You hear heavy footsteps behind you and you are again startled by a booming voice. “Y/N, wait!” Han yells at you and your ears ring from just how loud he always is. You turn subtly around and he shakes his head at your unusual posture. It looks like you are guarding yourself. “Where are you going?” He asks you, puffing out air.

Shrugging softly, your eyes fall on the lit lamps around you and then the Moon. “Well it’s kind of late…” You are surprised by your leveled voice, but when you turn to look at him your voice dies at the end. You hate when you do that, it’s so embarrassing and even more when infront of him. You are actually surprised he even showed up, because you were really starting to think, it really was a joke after all, but how could you think that? He is so sweet…however, when looking at you, he thinks the exact opposite of himself.

Han is starting to panic a little at your words, walking around you to get a better look at you. “Huh?” He exclaims, glancing at his reflection in your glasses. “You promised to tutor me.” He pouts then, furrowing his eyebrows. You don’t hear the little fake tone in his voice, but his hurt expression melts your guard a little.

You didn’t promise him anything or did you? You can’t even think right now. “The library is closed.” You state softly.

He fights the urge to smirk, smiling only a little. “Yeah, I know.” He definitely knows. “I was thinking about going over to my place…to study of course.” Han drinks up your flustered state, the moment the words left him, you turned away so he wouldn’t see your face of shock. He can taste your shyness on his lips already and he is slowly starting to shake in excitement when you turn back to him.

The thought of going back to his place…it never crossed your mind. You definitely can’t handle being in a basically locked room where there would be just the two of you. On the other hand, you can’t say that the thought isn’t making you curious. “I don’t know…” You mumble, glancing at him briefly.

“Come on—“ He pressed, taking a bold step closer to you. “I won’t keep you up late.” Now there’s that smirk and when you timidly nod, he wants to kneel before you right then and there. The excitement pumping in him almost makes his veins burst, cheeks flushing just by the thought of you sitting on his bed and talking with that cute voice of yours. “Come on then, I won’t bite. It will be just the two of us, don’t worry.” Of course, he didn’t pay his roommate to stay out of their shared flat tonight.

‘Yeah, that’s what worries me’, you think. He walks you two back to his place, you keeping a small distance from him and he definitely didn’t like that. He lets you though, he would let you do anything and everything. Walking with you, his steps are quick, just to have more time with you inside his room. He really wants to know what is going on in the little head of yours. He wants to get under your skin, know your biggest likes and dislikes, fears and desires — what makes you shake. Han is acting crazy around you and you don’t even see it. You are so smart, but also such a dummy...He needs to show you, make you feel what you deserve.

The walk is silent, but it doesn’t take long before you two are standing in the elevator, waiting for it to lift you up to the 10th floor. It’s unusually quiet, no parties, no one in your way and he sees it as a blessing. You are not looking at him, even when you finally get into his shared apartment, but he knows he has your attention. He licks his lips, dry and thirsty and his whole head is spinning when he enters his room with you right behind him.

Your eyes go around his room, genuinely surprised by how clean it is. The walls are full of movie posters, musicians — your eyes land on his desk which is messy on the other hand. When you see the known magazine peeking out of the scattered papers, you instantly feel heat rising to your cheeks. You realize that he has been watching you the whole time when you glance at him and you are weakened by his look. His fingers play with the blue tie around his neck, nibbling at the material, loosening it and you breathe out sharply at the sight.

He finally has you in his room, he couldn’t believe it. “Take a seat.” Han says, gesturing to his unmade bed. Your eyes widened a little and his on the other hand close a little when your fingers just barely graze over his duvet.

“Here?” You mumble, playing with the strap of your shoulderbag.

He laughs, he has to. “Don’t act like you have never been in a boy’s room before.” He snickers, pulling out his phone from his pocket, but he doesn’t hear anything from you. His heart beats faster and he can’t help, but look somehow excited by your silence. “Fuck…really?” He is in disbelief, looking at you, just as you take a seat on the edge of his bed.

He is smiling wide and you thankfully don’t see it, attention on your sock clad feet instead. You are embarrassed to admit it and also too shy to lie. You can’t never lie or say no, it angers you a little, but Han could do that for you if you let him. He could be your voice, yours everything if you let him. Seeing you sitting on his bed, arched back as you fumble inside your bag is not helping him keep his sanity. Your tucked blouse rides up, exposing the skin of your lower back and he has to distract him by going through his playlist.

When you take out your small notebook and your phone, you suddenly hear a soft hum of music from behind you. Turning around, you see Han putting down his speaker which is playing a way too inappropriate song to listen to while studying. The low bass makes you vibrate and the thoughts of doing something completely different fill your mind. Why does he have to keep doing that? He is getting under your skin with his smooth moves and what you want to say, flirting. You don’t even know what it stands for really, maybe playing music while walking to your bed to lay down you means nothing.

“Won’t that be distracting you?” You wonder out loud, eyes still on the speaker even if he goes to sit on the bed with you.

“Not really.” He says, while looking at you. “Just don’t want you to hear my thoughts.” He whispers and you shiver at the tone of his voice, however you masked it well by shuffling a little more up on the bed. His eyes immediately fall down your shirt, watching your tits jump from your moves and he swears he can see the lace of your bra — was it baby pink?

“So what do you need help with?” You cough in your hand not to shutter again and it worked out well for you. You push for glasses up your nose, fanning your skirt so it drapes over your thighs, but from his point of view, he still can thankfully see your skin.

“Everything, honestly.” He laughs shortly.

You nod. “Let’s start with the basics then—“

You swear, he does it on purpose. Pushing his hair back, leaning back on his hands, looking with you with that twinkle in his eyes again and again. You don’t know what it is, you are not sure if you want to know. Every time your mouth would open, his attention drifts away, yet he looks only at you. You can see it in his eyes that he is somewhere else and it definitely reflected in his answers. Every one was incorrect and you don’t want to say that you are starting to get frustrated, but you explained everything to him at least twice, you told him a couple of good ways how to solve the questions, but no.

Also, something else didn’t help you keep your cool either. His room was awfully hot, even worse than a school’s classroom. You want to say it’s the weather, not those fuckboy-like songs — his playlist is vile or the way his also sweaty chest glistened in the city’s lights. The soft night breeze couldn’t reach your skin nor the sounds of cars under his window, you were really starting to drown in yourself. Han kept getting closer and closer, subtly, but after half an hour, it became clear to you. He was sitting in the middle of the bed, like the textbooks, while half of your ass was basically hanging out of the bed. If he gets any closer you think you will start to hyperventilate.

Han of course noticed your behavior. It surely must be because of him, your voice kept going lower, quieter, the more he shuffled closer to you. Your skin was almost drenching with sweat and the way your perfume flooded his whole room, he thinks, he will never open his bedroom window ever again. He can’t say that he also isn’t sweating and you definitely noticed that, because your eyes kept drifting to his naked chest. Maybe he should’ve changed and maybe he should’ve let you borrow something, so he then could cuddle with it later, but it would only ruin his fantasy.

He smiles again at your cute frown of frustration, it’s nice seeing something different on your face. Your pretty voice starts to melt more into the song, the more he looks at you. Never had been in a boys room…huh, he wonders if you have ever been with anyone before. One side is telling him yes, because — fuck, look at you. The school’s uniform looks on you way more sinful that it should and also your plush body, pink lips and pretty eyes hidden behind your glasses. Also you are a sweet person! Why does he keep forgetting about that? You are way more than your looks, you have brains and also charm that you don’t even know about. He wants to do more with you than just this, way more, but his filthy thoughts win over. On the other hand, you are just so shy, has someone ever tasted you? Suck at your pretty neck and tits, grabbed a handful of your ass? Tongue fucked you? Pulled your hair? Choked you? Bit you, mark you up…

“Why are you so tense, Y/N?” He cuts you off, not even realizing it, till your lips press into thin line. “Loosen up a little.”

You sigh, putting down your notebook to pull at your tie. “It’s just so hot…” You feel sweat dripping down your back a little, inner thighs glued together, because you didn’t change your position once in fear you would flash him. ‘Pity’, he thinks, staring at you while pulling off your tie with your painted nails — baby pink, just like your lips.

You literally have him wrapped around your finger, how can you not see it? Maybe if you would for once look at him in the eyes for long enough than you would see it. His eyes like to always drift lower and he just can’t help it when you look like that. Why do you? And why do you not see it yourself? Fuck, he wants to show you how pretty you are…He can’t go any longer, his mind is already all over the place and when he sees a glimpse of your bra, he has to fist his pants. Baby pink, like he imagined — he wonders if it matches.

“Yeah, that blouse is…tight.” Han almost moans out loud, but he thankfully bites down his on lip just in time, silencing that sound. Your own eyes drift to your blouse and then back at him. “You can take it off—“ He voices out his thoughts.

You are bewildered, in disbelief from what he just said. He doesn’t even seemed a little bit moved by his own words, leaning back on his hands, eyes fully on you. Did he look into your textbook at least once? Why didn’t you realize that it was on the same page the whole time? Maybe you were too occupied with trying to sound cool and collected and his nonstop staring didn’t help at all. “I don’t think you are even paying attention.” You sigh, playing with the fabric of your skirt.

“How so?” He asks, eyes going over your body and trying to memorize how it looks in the softly lit room.

“Well, you didn’t answer any of my questions right…” Which doesn’t mean, he was not paying attention, but his eyes tell you that you are right. In your state of pushing up your glasses again, you jump slightly in your seat when he sifts his weight to lean closer to you. “Why are you so close?” You ask, lump forming at the back of your throat.

Han stops moving, sitting right infront of you and trying to have a better look at eyes, but there is only the reflection of your phone screen in your glasses, preventing him from doing so. “Ask me again and if I answer correctly, I’ll get a treat.”

You frown. “Why?” You ask him.

“Motivation.”

There is short silence, the only noise being the music coming from his speaker. You take a small look around his room, squirming in your seat. “What do you mean by a treat? I don’t have any sweets…” You say, confused.

He wonders if you are truly so innocent and oblivious or if you are just playing with him. The sincere tone of your voice though told him everything he needed to know. A treat…he bets your lips taste like one. Han moves even closer, moving away your textbooks and you watch him with careful eyes. “I meant you.” He says smoothly with a cheeky smile and you are smacked across the face with his words.

He surprises you way too much and each time it’s a bigger surprise. You almost choke on your own spit, looking at him with wide eyes. “Oh! Oh, I-I…” And you are shuttering again, like always, but he never seems to mind. You are definitely not capable of talking right now, no words running through your mind, only him. Your hand grasping your phone is shaking and he at that points down at it.

“Ask me.”

You take a deep breath, a couple actually, because it’s seems like you can’t find it. Han’s stare is hard, unmoving from your eyes and you have to look down at your phone. Your thumb hovers over the screen, asking yourself if you should keep going. You are already feeling goosebumps on your sweaty skin, just from the thought of him doing something to you, but…what if he doesn’t answer correctly? Han can’t be serious right now…With your heart hammering against your chest, you scroll down the list of questions, trying to find the hardest one, because you don’t know what you would do if he answers it correctly. You don’t know if you want him to, you don’t know what you want. What does he want? You can’t help, but be curious and scared at the same time.

Han can see your internal struggle, but nothing about your body language is telling him, you don’t actually want him. “When a police officer uses a radar gun to measure a vehicle’s speed, what type of speed is measured? “ You ask, blinking at him in the lightly lit room, voice small. You actually think that this question is not even that hard, but seeing him having trouble with the other ones, you are curious what his answer will be.

Han fights to not smirk, while staring at you and he likes how your breath hitches when he confidently pushes all the things on the bed to the floor. “Instantaneous Acceleration.” He leans closer to you and you are having hard time to back away, watching him with mouth open as he puts your phone away.

“That’s correct…” You whisper in small disbelief, because you are starting to think he’s been playing with all along. However you can’t think much about it when he goes to sit right infront you.

Han is shaking inside when he leans over you, you fanning your pretty eyelashes at him and he swears you have never looked prettier. His eyes as well as his hand fall to your exposed leg. He hears the short, sharp intake of air, feeling goosebumps appearing on your skin as he trails his hand up and down. You are silent, squirming a little from how cold his hand is, but he quickly warms it up on your own skin. You are looking at him with big eyes, lips parted as his other hand comes to caress your cheek. Your chest keeps rising rapidly and you know, he can feel your skin lighting on fire. You watch his eyes fall to your lips and yours to his by reflex. “Just a kiss, Y/N.” His voice is like honey, his breath hitting your lips.

The hand on your leg stops at the meat of your thigh and when you feel his thumb rubbing small circles on your cheekbone you are in a daze. “Just one…” You whisper back, mostly to yourself, playing with your fingers nervously.

Han was right — you do taste like strawberries. You are sweet in taste and also in your moves. With your hazy state, he sees the opportunity to let his hand travel to your waist, squeezing immediately. A small noise of surprise falls from lips, just as he leaned to kiss you softly. However the moment he tastes you, the moment he feels the subtle touch of his lips over yours, the moment you made that sound — he needed more. The hand on your waist pulls you closer and at the same time, he presses his lips harder against yours.

You are trying to catch your breath through your nose, but it’s only taken away from you when moves his head to the side to lick into your mouth. Your head is empty, hands gripping at the fabric of your skirt as you try to at least keep up with him. His lips mold into yours, spit gathering in his mouth from hunger. When you poke your tongue against his he looses it. You are overwhelmed and he is not getting enough. Han wants to slurp at your spit, drink you whole in. He wants you to take over his own body, but at the same time, he wants to have you under him. Writhing in pleasure, fidgeting nervously from every move he makes, just like now.

He sticks his tongue in your mouth, tangling it with yours and he groans lowly at that. Your lips meet in nasty sounds that are perfectly mixing with the music he put on — it was perfect. The hand on your waist travels to the front, squishing the soft rolls of your tummy forming by how you are sitting. Even now you are trying to make yourself smaller, but he definitely won’t let you get away. You were so occupied by kissing him back that you let out a loud gasp when he suddenly bites down at your lip.

You pull away from him a little, the best you could do anyway, because he has you in a very tight grip. “Han! What are you doing?” You gasp out, bottom lip tingling in small pain.

Han is out of breath, a little disappointed to be pulled away so soon from you, but when he looks down at swollen lip, it didn’t matter too much. “Kissing you?” He says, smiling breathlessly and looking over your body. He can feel the weight on his hands, but also you are slightly frozen over, looking down at your lap. “Do you want to stop?”

He hopes not, he can’t live on otherwise. The hand holding your delicate face drifts down to your neck, pushing away strands of your hair to lean closer to you. His nose is hit with your sweet perfume again, eyes almost rolling back into his head. Seeing that you are not pushing him away, he leans down to kiss your skin. It tickles you, startles you from how good it feels to have his lips on your neck. He keeps distracting you with his moves, his mouth and you have to squeeze his shoulders to win his attention back. “Han, I—“

“Sorry, just can’t help it.” He whines out and you have to bite at your abused lip to silence your own sounds. You are not even recognizing yourself, while glancing at your reflection in his mirror. His body hovers over yours, both of yours legs almost tangled and you watch him pull away from you just to look down your shirt. “Do they hurt?” You are taken back by his question, following his eyes, seeing him look down your blouse.

Han is way more bold than he himself expected to be, but he can’t do anything other than act on his desires. “No…” Your bottom lip is pouts out and he almost goes to kiss you again, but he decides do something else.

You are gasping, hot breath hitting his face when his hands grasp your underboob. You are chewing already on your lip, watching his hands wrap around your tits, blunt nails digging into your skin. He definitely can feel your nipples hardening when he squeezes both of your tits at the same time. A small whimper leaves your lips and you have to shut your eyes in embarrassment.

Fuck, he knows that he probably looks crazy right now, when he literally drools over the sight of his hands on your tits. The tips of his fingers nibble at your blouse, pushing it to the side to reveal your bra to him. He is in shock that you actually wear something like that to school when someone could just take a peak or spill something over you. The almost see through fabric wraps around you so nicely, cute little bow in the middle and his thumb flickers hungrily over the soft skin spilling over the top. “Hmm, your bra looks really tight…are you sure?” You choked out another sound when he gropes your tits. “You want a massage? You’re always so tense, Y/N—“

You whine, pressing your hand over your mouth when he latches his lips on your nipple, taking the material of your blouse and even your bra inside his mouth. He can taste your perfume, the softener you use, but mostly you. His eyes are still on your scrunched up face, even while drooling over you. “Fuuuuck, look at you—“ When he bites down at your nipple a soft, shy moan leaves you.

“Han…” You breathe heavily, hands in your lap shaking from his mouth on your breast. He switches to your right nipple while his fingers twist and pull at the other. You are trembling already, shivering when he suddenly blows cold air on you. You look drown at him with your eyes droopy, glasses fogged up at the bottom and he definitely doesn’t look any better.

His plump lips are red and swollen, spit all over his mouth and when he leans away from you, you finally see what he has done to you. Your white blouse is soaked through, pink bra showing under the now see through material and you still feel your nipples tingling when he pulls you closer to him. “Closer, come closer—“ His voice is whiny, stuck at the back of his throat. You watch him spread his legs out, caging your body and when he taps both of his thighs you are startled a little.

“On your lap?” You bite your lip, looking at him from beneath your glasses. Han is already nodding his head, pulling you closer to him, scrunching up the material of your shirt between his fingers. His cock is already straining against his pants, twitching at the sight of you. Your skirt rides up when you shuffle your way to him and his hands are already on your waist, eagerly pushing you down on him. And when you did — oh, he almost fucking cums right when your pretty, clothed pussy falls on his cock. “Yeah, that’s it —move a little–“

He is already putting pressure on your hips and you can’t even breathe at that moment. You can feel him under you and it sparks up something in you that you have never felt before. You are embarrassed that you can already feel your underwear sticking to your slick, hands shaking on his wide shoulders. From this angle you see him in new light and he is glowing. His eyes are comically wide, tongue poking out his mouth when he just barely grazes his crotch over yours. “Han, I’ve never..” You whimper at the end, too weak to stop him from moving against you.

His hands are gripping your hips rather painfully, he is aware, but when his cock grazes over your pussy, he blacks out. “It’s okay, let me show you, yeah? Want you to feel good, you want that right? You deserve it so much—“ His mouth is full of you, kissing down your neck. He licks a long stripe over your pulse, wrapping his lips around the pumping vein just to suck at it. Fuck, he is really getting under your skin…

Your hand falls to the back of his neck, crying at how hard he sucks your skin in his mouth, making you burry your nails into his skin and he literally growls. He doesn’t stop at that though, his lips move way lower, right to the skin peaking out of your bra. His saliva drips down your neck to that spot and he sure sees it as a sight to mark it up. You are already calling out his name and he is kind of disappointed in himself that he told his roommate to go, because you definitely deserved to be heard. Your moans, whimpers, choked sighs — no, those are his, his only. He is thriving with the fact that he is the one making you feel like this and he is hoping that he will be the only one.

He needs more of you, he thinks, while nibbling at the soft skin of your breasts. Han pulls away from the spot with a pop! and to his delight you are already looking at him with those glossy eyes of yours. “Someone will see that!” Your voice is still so soft, even if you at trying your hardest to sound angered.

Han glances back to the spot, where a purple hickey is forming and he has to go over it with his fingers. “I don’t care and you shouldn’t either.” Your lips fall into thin line, silent moan coming out of you when he squeezes your tits. Your body looks absolutely sinful in his hands — glasses on your nose almost falling off, neck covered with love bites, white blouse hanging off your shoulders, exposing your pretty tits covered in that pink bra and your legs? You keep squeezing them around him to relief yourself and that makes him grab a hand full of your ass to push your cunt against his cock. “Come on, Y/N, make yourself cum…” Han is literally in heaven when your hips jump forward and when your face shows a shock by the sudden pleasure you start doing it more. “Like that yeahhhh-“

Your breathing is heavy, hands grasping his shoulders, holding for dear life. He wonders if you ever humped your pillow, because you are moving like you did — he has to buy you a pillow with his face on it. He leans back on his hand to get a better look at you. You are pouting, huffing, trying so desperately not to let out any sounds but, he is not having it. His hand pushes your skirt up, just so his hand can meet your cheek with a nasty slap.

The sound echoes in the room and you finally let out a moan, the stinging pain quickly melting into pleasure. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy soaking my cock–“ Han grits through his teeth, his own hips jumping to bump into yours. “You are so pretty — so fucking pretty…you like when I call you that?” Humming, he watches your face become beet red even if your skin is dark in the soft light of his room. He can feel your legs shaking, his hands traveling to your ass to abuse it between his fingers. It almost looks like Han is only using you for his own pleasure and he kind of is.

He is huffing, groaning, spit gathering in his mouth from the sight of you bouncing on him. His hands on your ass jiggle the fat and you whimper in small embarrassment that is only being swallowed by his mouth. Your mouth is basically just hanging open, letting him tongue fuck you, because you can’t simply keep up with his moves. You are already out of breath, hips jumping wildly in pleasure and you know you are on the edge as well as him when he slap your ass again to gain your attention.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum on this cock — fuck, yeah. Make it messy, Y/N, because I want you to soak through my pants, so every time I wear them, I think of you humping your pussy on me—“ A sharp moan leaves you, feeling the rumbling in your lower tummy. You are having a hard time keeping up with your own pleasure, whining from the pain in your thighs, but he thankfully takes over. Han fucks into you rapidly, eyes drifting from your bouncing tits that are falling out of your bra back to your face of euphoria. “That’s it, such a good girl–“

With a loud moan you burry your face into his neck, cumming hard over him. Your legs are shaking from pain and pleasure, eyes blurry with tears. Han is smiling breathlessly like a crazy man, caressing your head, smoothing down your hair. He can feel your hot cunt leaking, cream from your orgasm staining the black material of his pants. His hold is soft, letting you ride out your high just because his minds keeps spinning in images and the image of him burring his face into your spend cunt is one of them.

You are thrown onto the bed and you can’t do much against it in your exhaustion. You sigh when he comes to hover over you, your eyes automatically going to his open shirt and you almost drool at the sight of his abs and tiny waist. “Fuck, baby you are amazing—“ You close your eyes, shying away from him a little and he laughs at that. “Always so shy…” You hum in agreement to his surprise and he at that goes back to suck more at your neck. His bites are mean and also his bold hands that grope everything in their way. His nose tickles your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin. Your hands finally rest upon him, just barely, but he can feel your fingers at the bottom of his shirt. When he looks down is eyes however don’t fall on your fingers, but at the spot right between your legs. Your thigh high socks are still by some miracle, digging into the skin of your inner thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, so he has a perfect view of your underwear and how he hoped, it fucking matched.

The lacy material is already ruined by your leaking pussy and when he if looks carefully enough he can see the outline of your folds. “Holy shit, look at that!” He leans back into his knees while you press your face into his pillow in embarrassment. How can you be so shy when you literally rode his cock just few minutes ago? He thinks, he’s in love…

The panties are deliciously digging into your hips, thighs just begging to be wrapped around his head and how could he resist that. Han shuffles down the bed rather quickly, mouthing at your thigh next and you are left trembling again. You are already exhausted, yet you think you want more — need more. You are curious about what else he can do to make you not feel like yourself anymore. The skin of your inner thighs is sensitive, you know that, because you sometimes like to pinch the skin between your fingers, just like he is doing it with his teeth. “Sensitive—“ You warn him, shuttering as he bites and licks at your thighs.

He looks up to you, not stopping however and then the tip of his tongue is hit with sweetness. His head is already so close to your pussy, but he has to lick up all of your juices from your skin firstly, just replacing it with his spit. “Let me eat your pussy, I need it…I swear, I will make you feel so good—“ You are already nodding your head, fisting the sheets, just as he hooks his finger in your underwear. “Let me blow your mind, baby.”

Han almost pulls out his phone to take a picture, because he has never seen a pussy so pretty. From your orgasm it’s a little swollen, red, clit just begging to be sucked into his mouth. He can smell your arousal from here, but he needs you closer — he needs to drown in you. His hands slide your body down and you yelp form how easily he did that, letting him push your legs up to your chest. You want to cry from his blown out pupils, tongue hanging from his mouth and then finally watching him press the slick muscle against you.

Your body jerks from the new feeling, a little puzzled by it, but you can’t really think straight, when he starts to fuck you with his mouth. Han’s eyes are rolled back into his head, while slurping you all up, sucking at your labia, your hole, just barely letting his tongue slide in and flicking your puffy clit. He can feel it pulsating in his mouth, smacking his lips at your taste — strawberries and cream. Han can’t get enough of how soft you feel, cock painfully pressing against his pants, however it only makes it feel better. The pain combined with the pleasure of eating your cunt is the most erotic thing he has ever felt.

“S-slow down!” A pathetic plea leaves you, but he doesn’t hear it. His nose is buried in you so deep that he has trouble breathing, face becoming red from the low intake of oxygen. He doesn’t need oxygen when he is breathing in something much more pleasurable. He can’t fight his hips from humping against his bed. The hands on the back of your thighs push them further to your chest, letting him press his mouth into your leaking hole. His tongue flattens, licking a long stripe from the rim of your ass to your clit. “Han!” So sweet and tight…

Your pussy sucks his tongue right in, even if you are shaking from overstimulation. He needs to feel you orgasm on his tongue, so he is on a mission to make you cum as fast as possible, just to taste more of you. “How do you taste so good? It’s the fucking strawberries, you always eat, I swear-“ You are literally crying, tears streaming down your face and his hips flew away from the bed, because he almost cums in his pants.

Your hand comes to push his head away simple because you can’t even think from hard he is pressing his tongue against you. Your pussy is on fire, liquid lava filling up your tummy and you literally scream when he starts to slurp meanly at you. The sound is so loud, hand shaking and just lying on his head. You can’t control your trembling body and when he starts to shake his head from side to side, you are crying out, pleading for him to just slow down a little, but he only starts to suck your whole pussy into his mouth. “Han! F-feels weird, ah!” You want to push his head away, but he is acting like possessed, nails digging into your skin and you know there are definitely going to be bruises.

Han can’t stop, not when he tastes the hot cream leaking from your hole, smearing all over his chin. He is shaking inside, because he knows, why you are warning him and that makes him go even harder. His tongue is numb, lips red, but when he goes to suck at your clit, he hears that moan again. Your eyes are wide open, back arching when he nibbles at your nub and this orgasm almost takes you out.

He sees your eyes rolling back into your head and then he feels you squirt all over him, coating his face and bed in your pleasure. His lips are parted, drinking you up and he wants to cry at your beautiful state. “So, good—“ Han is whining, hips jumping in the air, looking at your squirting pussy. Your holes spasm, your painfully swollen slit pulsating on his tongue and he is simply amazed by your body.

“Fuck…” You mumble, feeing your soaked thigh highs melting into you. Han is shocked by the word leaving for pretty lips, while he crawls his way up your exhausted body to kiss you sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips and you have to say you do taste rather sweet. Leaning back, you try to look at him, but your glasses are all the way down your neck, so he puts your glasses back on your nose for you and you immediately sigh in embarrassment at his wet face, shirt and even few strands of his hair. “I’m sorry—“

Han eyes widened at your sad eyes, shaking his head immediately. “No, baby.” He coos, caressing your cheek softly, like he just didn’t make you squirt just by his mouth. He is really a lot to take in. “You did so well for me—“ With each word he kisses a part of your face — your forehead, cheeks, nose, cupid’s bow, before his lips land again on your lips.

“I did?” You shiffle slightly and he feels filthy, because your face is making his cock swell painfully. He needs to cum or he will go mad. You can tell he that he is hurting in his pants, because you can feel his hard cock against your thigh and your eyes quickly fall down to catch a sight of it.

He breaths out in a small disbelief at your move, catching you in act. “Wanna make me feel good too?” Your big eyes gaze at him in wonder. “How about I teach you how to suck a cock?” You sharply gasp at the words coming from his plump lips and he knows that he won’t last long, just by your cuteness. You softly nod your head, just a small shy smile appearing on your face and Han then roughly pushes your cheeks together to maneuver you.

It hurts a little, but you let him guide you to the end of the bed, throwing one of his pillows down on the floor for you to kneel on. You are in a trance, while looking up at him, watching him move down the bed, so his crotch is right before your face. You are looking at his covered cock innocently, hands in your lap. You look heavenly in your post-orgasm state, kneeling before him like a slut…”Come on, baby — pull them down.” Han helps you guide your hands to his zipper, your fingers grazing over him in the process. The sound of the zipper is loud, it rings in your ears like your heartbeat as you watch him push down his pants with his boxers following right after.

Your gasp is delicious, mouth hanging open, eyes only on him. His cock is leaking, droplets of pearly cum coating his flushed, almost purple tip, his balls are swollen, ready to burst at any moment. Han is fully aware that this is your first time seeing someone like this and he really is enjoying himself, because of it. Your eyes keep going up and down, mesmerized by the length and thickness. You don’t know what is considered big, but you are sure Han never let anyone down with his pretty cock.

You watch him closely, when he wraps his hand around himself, squeezing at the base. Han is watching you too — how you bite your lip, how your glasses are slightly dirty from all the activities you two did and how you are keeping a good eye on how he jerks his cock off. “Gimme your hand—“ You are careful, slowly giving him hand. The moment your hand is replaced by his, you sigh in surprise and he groans in pleasure. “Move your hand up and down…yeah, just like that, you are doing so good for me—“ The feeling of him in your hand is weird, but not bad, he feels hard yet squishy and you have to squeeze him to see how it feels. “Fuck! Come closer.”

His hand becomes tangled in your hair and you hiss softly, when he pulls at it, pushing your head closer to him. “Should I lick it?” You asks, shyly, glancing up at him. “Just like you did to me?”

Han wonders where you have been his whole life for a second, before he quickly nods. “Yeah, lick it, baby — suck on the tip too.” Your hot tongue then meets his painful tip and he hears you hum at his taste. Kitten licking it, he pushes your hair away from your face to look at you better.

Your eyes are closed, frown that he knows is from concentration plastered on your face. Your hand is still around him, not moving, maybe because it was too much for your little head to handle, but he still wraps his own hand around yours to move it up his cock. Your eyes shoot open, hand moving now on your own and when you start to kiss at his cock head, he moans in delight. “Squeeze your hand a little…good girl, now suck on my cock—“

Your lips wrap around him, tongue poking at his hole perfectly. You can see why he enjoys giving so much and you definitely want to thank him for that. He’s been so nice to you, making you feel so good. You suck a little harder, mouth already halfway full of him and you for a split second think you may have done it a little too hard, but you are quickly proven wrong.

Han whimpers, the beautiful sound, making you press your legs together. When he pushes your head down further you let him, even if your scalp is on fire from his grip. “Put your hand on my balls and keep your mouth still for me, okay?” You only hum around him, making him whine more. Like he said, your hand unwraps from his cock to travel down his balls, keeping it there and waiting for the next instructions. “Play with them, do what you want with them, while I fuck your mouth.”

You moan around him again, spit pooling out of mouth and down the hand that squeezes his heavy balls. You almost pull away from him when he starts to snap his hips up. You immediately gag around him, breathing through your nose heavily. Han is leaking into your mouth, watching carefully how your throat contracts around him. From having you hump his cock to making you squirt on his tongue and now having your mouth on him, he can’t fight his quickly approaching orgasm.

When your nose and glasses hit the hair on his pubic bone, it makes you gargle a little and he finally knows where he wants his cum. Those fucking glasses — they complement you so well and you look like wet dream right now, his dirty fantasy come true, he wonders what would you do if anyone would catch you like this. The nerdy, shy girl taking a cock down her throat like total slut and being so obedient for the school’s notorious badboy. “Ha! Ahhh, fuck, I’m cumming—“ You suck in air, face red as he suddenly pushes you off him. You look at him, hand still playing with his balls that you feel twitching in your grasp. The cute, confused face makes him groan loudly, his own hand wrapping around his cock. The hand in your hair tightens, pushing your head down to make you kneel down at his feet again. Your eyes caught the sight of him jerking himself off quickly, cock right in your face and you gasp when he cums over you.

Thick ropes of white land on your glasses, making you close your eyes in reflex. Han is moaning loudly, pumping himself dry and he thinks he could cum again just by the sight of your pretty face covered in his cum. “Y/N…” It lands on your glasses, your eyebrow and lips and when you on instinct go lick it off, he knows that it is over for him.

Han Jisung is completely speechless. Your face is covered in him, lips red, body teared apart and covered in his marks. Purples, reds from his selfish lips and hungry hands. Mind empty, only pleasure lingering. He caresses your face softly in a absolute devotion, mirroring your smile of happiness, mixed with exhaustion. He looks down at you, like you are the thing he has been searching for and all that’s left to say is that...you are going to be forever his.

[jtownraindancer]

had a momentary obsession that i shall ramble about in the tags

[banj0possum]

My Lovely Melody

Yandere!Rockstar x GN!Reader

CW: yandere is a playboy before he meets reader, suggestive (creepy) thoughts, minor obsessive behaviour

🎸 Axel's been in many relationships with both men and women alike, but all of his little flings felt nothing more than that, just flings.

🎸 And he was content with it, I mean being a famous rockstar meant lots of people wanting a chance with you and he indulged in that fact.

🎸 He could sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the commitment that comes with dating or any of that messy stuff.

🎸 So why the hell can't stop thinking about you ?!?!?!!

🎸 He scratched his head trying to make sense of it, his messy hair getting even more ruffled as he tries to get the image of your smile out of his head.

🎸 You were in a miscellaneous store full of alt clothing, trinkets and various other stuff when he walked in with his bandmates.

🎸 It was fairly normal when he came in the store. It was dim with some random punk song playing faintly in the background. His friends started exploring, looking at the graphic t-shirts and mugs shaped like skulls and the like.

🎸 He got a bit bored and wandered to the other side of the store. It had posters, candles and..who's that?

🎸 There you were, staring longingly at a plush toy sitting on one of the shelves, just standing there.

🎸 He didn't think much of it, probably just some person baked out of their mind. "Hey buddy, you doin' good?"

🎸 You snap out of your gaze and look at the big hulking man in front of you. You stutter out an apology and explain your little misfortune.

🎸 "So you want this..toy...but you can't afford it..?" He raises a brow at you as you nod, making him chuckle.

🎸 He thought for a moment, looking at the stuffed creature, well it wouldn't hurt to buy it for you, he's pretty well off from all the gigs and concerts he's been in so...

🎸 "How 'bout I buy this thing for ya then? But you owe me~" He winks, thinking he could score some quick sex for being such a 'gentleman'

🎸 But no, instead of a blush or a knowing smirk, you just looked at him with the widest, most innocent eyes he's ever seen, you were practically shaking with joy as he said it.

🎸 You thanked him profusely before listing off things you could do in return, treating him to some food, buying something for him in return, plain paying him back..he was a bit surprised.

🎸 "O-oh...uhm that was a joke heheh, y-you don't have to do all that babe..." He blushes.

🎸 The two of you head to the cashier, his friends spying from behind the aisles as his gaze is locked on the little ball of cuteness beside him.

🎸 Seriously? Did you even know who he was? This has never happened before...most of the time, he would pay for someone's drink or something and they'd be on his dick in seconds, but you, you were so..different...it felt nice..

🎸 You didn't even get it in a bag, you immediately took the plush after it was paid and hugged it close.

🎸 so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute!!!

🎸 "Hey uh..so me and my buds are in a band and uhm..wanna maybe..watch our next gig?" He asks nervously, he's never been so shy towards anyone!!

🎸 You agree, thinking it's the least you could do for what he did for you.

🎸 You take out your phone, Axel can't help but grin at the case, it was cute, like you~..

🎸 "Here's my number if..you need it.." You smile at him, that smile..that damn cute smile...you had his heart wrapped around your finger at this point.

🎸 "Th-thanks sugar..I'll see you there.." He smiles back as you part ways, he heads back to his friends who were bombarding him with questions as he watches you skip out of the store with your new little soft friend.

🎸 That night, he was getting ready for the show when he got a message notification and sees that you sent a picture of the show from one of the seats with some text "Good luck out there!"

🎸 His face was on fire as he realized you were there, he peeks out in the crowd and there you were, your little plush toy in tow.

🎸 You look so out of place from the people in spiky jewelry and dark outfits, you were just in a hoodie and baggy pants, albeit the hoodie had a MCR design on it, but you can tell it was very soft compared to the rest of the audience.

🎸 Finally it was time for the show to begin and it was the most passionate he's been in a while, it seemed as if the words he was singing were dedicated to you and you alone.

🎸 The little glances at you made you giddy, like a friend seeing their bestie perform, you were cheering excitedly for him, not in a fangirly way, but one of genuine support and amazement.

🎸 After the performance, Axel tried finding you, but the crowd was too big and he assumed you must have left already.

🎸 Wait..why is he being so buddy buddy with you? You just met today! It's not like you two were best friends or anything!

🎸 He tried dismissing the thought of you, tried distracting himself by flirting with other people, but he could only think about you, and making you smile like that again..

🎸 no no no! get out of my head!

🎸 Maybe a little fling can ease his mind?

🎸 Even on his bed with some random girl after show, he can still think of you.

🎸 Would your skin be as soft? or maybe softer? How would your hair smell? He bets your moans would sound delicious..

🎸 shit FUCK!!

🎸 Even after his one night stand, he kept thinking of you

🎸 He stares at your messages, you sent a lot of pictures of your plush toy doing goofy things to him, so cute..so silly...he can't help but smile.

🎸 He decides to look you up on social media and..

🎸 Wait a minute...you make music too?

yep this was a bit short but idk man i love making you guys suffer <3 stay tuned for part 2 (i am actually out of ideas guys please request me please please ple-)

[jenoslutie]

that's that me, espresso l y.jh

❥ Synopsis: Jeonghan fucks you hard, Jeonghan fucks you good. You both know that much, so why do you refuse to give him the time of day outside of bed?

❥ Genre: Smut, Desperate Jeonghan, Reader is closed off, one sided pining (until it's mutual), Fuckgirl!reader, Formula One drivers!Seventeen, Reader is a life guard (so is Joshua!) theres also like angst if u really squint.

❥ Warnings: *takes a deep breath* unprotected sex, degradation, praise, choking, implied face slapping, multiple sex scenes (like 3), creampies (ew i hate that word!!!), exhibitionism, jeonghan is a little mean during sex but its okay, jeonghan fucks her while seungcheol listens in but she does not know, fingering, oral, face fucking, car sex, jeonghan cums in her and makes her keep it inside while they play beach volleyball, reader likes to send videos of her sleeping with other people (cheol and josh) to jeonghan to mess with him. i think thats it.

❥ Word count: 8.6k

a/n: so im finally done this LMAOO. huge. huge. HUGE!!!! thank u to everyone who helped me with this fic @hanniesluvr my lovely aera my fellow jeonghan freak my WIFE!!! for keeping me motivated through this and matching my freak, @haologram for the banner and basically ghost writing this (if u like the whole f1 driver thing, thank alta :D) and @dearlyjun for using her big huge sexy brain and f1 knowledge and helping a girl out ANDD!!!! @jihyokat for beta reading i love u all MWAH <3 ANYWAYS!!! here she is <3 hope u enjoy :D

“You’re already leaving?” Jeonghan called out from behind you, watching as you redressed yourself. Jeonghan knew you never stayed. Well, you never stayed with him at least. 

You let out a laugh, ”You know I'm not staying” Jeonghan let out a groan at that, annoyed that he’s seen you stay the night with other hookups but not him. Why not Jeonghan? He was hot, he fucked good, he fucked hard (the way you like it), he fit all of the requirements that made him a good fuck buddy. So why did you refuse to spend the night with him every time you hooked up?

The answer was simple, you didn’t want to stick around when you know they’re gonna catch feelings. You know Jeonghan is going to get attached too easily if you keep staying. But there’s something about him that’s just too good to let go.

The first time you and Jeonghan had sex, it wasn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced before. Jeonghan was different. He single-handedly fulfilled all of your depraved fantasies on your first night together. You never thought that someone like Jeonghan would be so…nasty in bed but the second you followed him back to his car you were in for a surprise to say the least. 

For someone who looked like an angel, he sure didn’t act like one in bed. 

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You were invited to the party Jeonghan threw to celebrate his win in Las Vegas. Your best friend and second place winner tonight, Mingyu, drove you to the venue with him. You could hear the music booming before you even got to the entrance of the nightclub. It was huge and the only other person you knew at this party was Seungkwan, Mingyu’s teammate. 

The moment you were let into the club your eyes landed on Boo Seungkwan, the other man you were expecting to see tonight. His eyes locked with yours and immediately they lit up. He was conversing with Yoon Jeonghan, the man of the night and no matter how many times you’ve seen the man on TV, it’s nothing compared to the real deal. Jeonghan was nothing short of ethereal. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was an angel on earth, not one of the top racers on the whole grid. 

“Y/n!” Seungkwan shouted over the crowd, your smiles mirroring each other as Mingyu led you through the ocean of bodies. “You look fucking stunning tonight dude” He left the group he was talking with to pull you away from Mingyu. You were aware of how good you looked tonight. You chose not to drive to the party tonight in plans of going home with someone at the party and you knew that you had to dress to impress. With your little black dress and matching stiletto pumps, you were sure you’d get someone to either A) buy you a drink or B) take you back to theirs. 

…Hopefully both? 

“Thanks Kwannie! I thought maybe I’d dress to impress tonight” Seungkwan snickered at that, “Why? got any plans tonight?” He wiggled his eyebrows, looking over your shoulder at Mingyu, implying you’d be going back to his place after this. Typical Seungkwan, he was always so determined to someday expose that you and Mingyu were secretly hooking up on the down low but that day won’t be soon. 

“Fuck no! You know damn well i would never fuck Mingyu of all people” Lies. You and Mingyu did hook up once and never again. Not that it was bad but because on your way out that day you met the one and only Choi Seungcheol, Yoon Jeonghan’s teammate at Ferrari. You and Seungcheol have been hooking up on the down low since. You wrapped up the conversation with Seungkwan and made your way around the club, searching for Mingyu. 

“Hey!” A tap on your shoulder caught your attention, You turned around and there was the man of the night, Yoon Jeonghan, you watched him give you a once over before meeting your eyes. “Hi! Jeonghan, right?” You were quick to introduce yourself, maintaining eye contact as best as you could. It wasn’t easy when his big brown eyes were looking deep into your own and to make it worse, his pretty face was glowing, the aftermath of a huge victory on the track today. 

“Are you looking for your boyfriend?” Jeonghan frowned, eyes searching around looking for whoever he supposed was your boyfriend. 

“Boyfriend?” You snickered, “Who’s my boyfriend dare I ask” 

“Mingyu, no?” 

You burst into laughter, hand resting on his shoulder for reassurance. “Mingyu is not my boyfriend, we’re just friends. And yes, I was looking for him” 

Jeonghan sighed in relief. “Thank God, Mind if I buy you a drink?” 

BINGO! 

Jeonghan led the way to the bar where he bought you your drink of choice, a Vodka Tonic. You were sitting on a bar stool with your back to the bar while Jeonghan stood in front of you, looking down at you and taking in your figure.  “You look amazing tonight by the way” He smiled at you as he watched you take a sip of your drink, smiling creeping onto your face at both the taste of your drink and the compliment. 

“Thank you, I put it on in hopes to go home with someone tonight” You gazed up at him expectantly.  

“Oh? Is that so?” Jeonghan smirked, stepping forward to situate himself between your legs, leaning his head down enough to where his lips were hovering over yours. 

“Wanna take me home?” You smiled with faux innocence, downing your drink before Jeonghan pulled you up and off your seat and out of the club. 

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The drive back to his hotel was exhilarating, Jeonghan feeling up your bare thighs while he drove while you leaned over the center console and pressed kisses all over his neck earning you halfhearted warnings. He knows you shouldn't be distracting him like that but he also knows he does not want you to stop, your lips on his neck almost making him lose focus of the road. 

Before you knew it, the two of you were back at his hotel room with his lips against yours in a desperate kiss while you were pressed up against the wall. Jeonghan’s hands wandered all over your body, feeling up every inch of your body that he could get his hands on. 

“Get me naked Jeonghan,” You let out a sound that was something even more desperate than a whine, but Jeonghan ignored your plea, continuing to attack your lips with his own, enjoying your pretty sounds as you got even more desperate for him to do something. 

“On your knees” Jeonghan ordered. A sudden shift in the atmosphere made you freeze. Jeonghan’s voice dropped an octave as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. “I’m not going to repeat myself” You instantly dropped to your knees and looked up at him, locking eyes with his own. 

“I’m going to use your throat like a fucking fleshlight. Okay?” Your body buzzed with excitement as you heard that, sure you’ve sucked cock before but never has anyone ever done anything like that. “Squeeze my thigh if you want me to stop” You only nodded enthusiastically and within an instant, he was ridding himself of his pants along with his boxers before he was pressing his hard cock against your open mouth. You eagerly sucked the tip of Jeonghan’s cock into your mouth, and began to tease the slit on the tip of his cock with your tongue. As you sucked his cock into your mouth, you could feel the wetness seeping out of your pussy. You did your best to ignore the urge to just have his cock in you. 

Jeonghan roughly pushed you all the way down on his cock making you gag immediately but you were quick to remind yourself to breathe through your nose. Jeonghan was pulling you up on his cock and slamming you back down with no relent. True to his word, he began to use you as if you were nothing but a toy, placing his hands on the sides of your face to get a better grip. His noises filled the room, tumbling out of his mouth in a way that only made you leak more on the floor of the hotel room. His one hand maneuvered to your hair, gripping tight as he began fucking into your mouth with even more force. In no time he was cumming down your throat, pushing your head all the way down his cock until his whole cock hit the back of your throat. 

“Get on the bed,” You obliged wordlessly, submitting to Jeonghan and whatever he wants of you. Making yourself comfortable on the bed, you gazed up at Jeonghan, watching as he stared down at you almost as if to mock the way you submit to him so easily. 

“Jeonghan-” Before you could finish Jeonghan delivered a light slap to your face. Muttering a small but stern ‘shut up’ 

"You speak when spoken to," he grits, glaring at you with dark eyes. He presses down on your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, you wince out in pain. “I’m gonna give you your safeword okay?” He didn’t really give you much room to agree before he assigned you a safeword, something easy for both of you to remember. You repeated it back to him to which Jeonghan smiled at your obedience. 

“Use it if you need to, okay? I won’t be upset if you do” Only after you nodded in understanding did Jeonghan inch closer to you to rid you of the rest of your clothes. He grinned when he caught a glimpse of your soaked pussy. “So wet already? Just from me fucking your face?” The question was rhetorical the way Jeonghan dropped to his knees, wasting no more time to dig his face between your legs. Dragging his lips between your slit, sucking your arousal onto his tongue. 

Tugging his shirt off, he fixes himself back between your legs. Letting out groans against your core, prompting you to moan out yourself. He presses a last kiss to your clit before pulling away.  He sits on the edge of your bed. “Sit that pretty pussy on my cock, slut.”  And again, you had no will in you to deny anything the man asks of you. Immediately making your way over and straddling his thighs. You take a deep breath before reaching down to guide him in. Feeling your stomach twist as the stretch slowly splits you open. Your eyes shut as you cry out at his thick cock stretching you open. “Why the fuck are you so tight. Holy shit” Jeonghan winces, his own eyes slamming shut at the feeling of your warm walls enveloping him in. 

“You’re too big—“ you whine, your head falling down to rest on his shoulder as you slowly begin to move up and down on his cock. But it didn’t go far before Jeonghan was wrapping his hands around your hips and taking over your movements with faster and harder ones of his own. 

You let out a string of moans at his intense pace making him chuckle. “Fucking slut. you like that dont you?” he gave a hard thrust, bottoming out inside your cunt. “Like getting fucked like this by a guy you just met, hmm?” You moaned out choruses of ‘yes’ as Jeonghan began rutting up into you. Moving a hand down to rub at your clit, your body jerked as you felt your high incoming. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Jeonghan” Your voice came out in a high pitched whine as you rubbed your clit harder, body shaking as Jeonghan fucked you harder to help guide you to the edge. Your eyes roll back as your high hits you and Jeonghan helps you ride it out, not forgetting to kiss you through it too. The two of you with no care in the world for who can hear you. As the high of your orgasm dissipates, he flips you onto your back. He’s close too, you can tell by the way his cock is throbbing inside you and his thrusts turn erratic. 

“Cum inside Jeonghan.” You all but begged, Jeonghan moaning out before he also toppled over the edge. Cock throbbing erratically inside you as he emptied ropes of cum inside you. The two of you took a minute to calm your racing hearts before Jeonghan pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to you. 

“Holy shit” He huffed, looking over at your smiling face. “Please tell me you’ll give me your number” He was still out of breath and it only made you chuckle, rolling off the bed to pick up your purse from where he he face fucked you moments ago. Fishing out your phone, you unlocked it before handing it to Jeonghan who was nearly knocked out on the bed for him to put his number in and text himself. 

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Since the day you two hooked up at Jeonghan’s party, you’d started seeing each other more often. It’s not like you only seeked Jeonghan for your dick appointments. In reality Jeonghan was the one constantly calling and texting for when he can see you again. You won’t say that you minded it though. Sex with Jeonghan is an out of the world experience. Him making you feel highs you have never felt before with any other partner or yourself. 

As for Jeonghan? Jeonghan felt nothing short of smitten. Getting into his bed with anyone other than you made the most uncomfortable feeling arise within him and it had been practically days since he last saw you so he had to hit you up. 

jeonghan: i miss youuuuuuu  jeonghan: hi  jeonghan: cmon respondddddddd jeonghan: alright.. what position he got you in???  

you: [attachment: 1 video] 

You knew Jeonghan didn't expect you to actually send him a video of what position your last hookup had you in, you watched the video back and you couldn't help but get a little ego boost while watching yourself getting fucked by one of your coworkers, Joshua. He had you on all fours, hand gripping onto your waist as he fucked you.

Another thing you couldnt help is noticing how Joshua was not fucking you half as good as Jeonghan does. There's no bruises on your hips, there's no hair pulling, and the worst of all, there's no degradation. One thing about Jeonghan, for someone with such an angelic face, he has the nastiest mouth. It’s not something you're complaining about though, you would never complain about the way Jeonghan treats you in bed.

It wasn’t like Jeonghan was the only guy you could pull, never that. Jeonghan just happened to be one of the best guys you’ve ever slept with. Which might even be the only reason you keep going back to him. Something about the way he treats you just has you always craving more of him- not that you’d ever admit that to him but it was true. Jeonghan might call you all sorts of names in bed, treat you like some common whore, but right after he’ll always clean you up, attempt to hold you close, give you all the reassurance you need for you to know he doesn’t actually think you’re a common whore (not that it matters). 

jeonghan: what the fuck man… jeonghan: i’m about to have the saddest wank of my life  jeonghan: ^^^woah idk who said that jeonghan: might be the demons idk

you: have fun jeonghan <3

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you: hey, you wanna come play beach volleyball tmrw @3? 

seungcheol: hmm seungcheol: i dont think i can make it, seokmin wants to hang. 

you: boo you whore. 

[seungcheol disliked “boo you whore.”] 

If there's one thing you hate, it would be your job. Sitting in the sun for hours on end and staring at people who were obviously having a lot more fun than you were. You thought you could invite Seungcheol so you could play beach volleyball but apparently the universe didn’t want you to enjoy your shift. But that’s when it hit you, you could just invite Jeonghan. Surely he wouldn’t let you down. 

you: hey r u free tmrw? 

His reply was almost instant. 

jeonghan: yea, why?

you: wanna play beach volleyball at the beach i work at? 

you: i'm thinking around 3pm

jeonghan: i'm down, which beach is it? 

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You saw Jeonghan’s car pull up to the beach almost thirty minutes before your shift was supposed to start, giving you thirty minutes to spare before the rest of your coworkers piled in to start their shifts. 

“Hey, Beautiful” Jeonghan called out as he got out of his car, leaning back against it as you approached him. “Hi Handsome,” You smiled back as you watched him give you a once over, looking at you in your work uniform, a simple red bikini with the word ‘LIFEGUARD’ printed on it in white. Jeonghan leaned down so that he could whisper in your ear, “Do you think I can make you cum before your shift?” You nodded, not trusting your voice to do the talking, knowing you’d accidentally moan or whimper out loud. 

“Get in the car then” 

You didn't need to be told twice, immediately you hopped in the backseat of Jeonghan’s car and he followed suit. There wasn't much time for foreplay so he leans in, connecting your lips eagerly. As if he’s been craving this for years and is finally being satiated. The limited space doesn’t offer much room to maneuver but Jeonghan shifts in between your legs enough to grind his clothed cock against your barely clothed core. The whole situation arousing you beyond belief, about to fuck Jeonghan in the back of his car, parked someplace where anyone could see what was happening inside. You could feel your arousal seeping out of your pussy and staining the seat of your bikini. Moaning out into the kiss you pushed your hips into his own, urging him to do something. 

“Jeonghan do something” You urge him in a hushed whisper, barely able to get the words out with the way Jeonghan was grinding into you so deliciously. Jeonghan merely hummed in response, halting his movements to slide down his swim shorts and free his aching cock. 

“You realize how much of a slut you are for this hm? Letting me have you like this where anyone can see you, hear you, find out how much of a slut you are for me.” Jeonghan’s gaze was dark, almost mocking you. You let out some sort of groan at his words. A chill running down your spine at the thought of what Jeonghan is gonna do to you. Flashbacks of the first night you spent with him running through your head. Jeonghan was so rough in a way that no one else had ever been with you and you couldn't help but admit that you loved every second of it. Being too absorbed in your thoughts, you couldn’t respond back to jeonghan which earned you a slap across your face. Your cheek stinging at the contact but nonetheless making you clench around nothing. The feeling of your damp swimsuit sticking to your core making you wiggle your hips in discomfort. 

“Pay attention to me slut” Jeonghan seethed, wrapping a hand around your throat and putting just enough pressure to have your eyes fluttering shut. “Beg for it if you want it” Another slap to your face, this time it was harder than before. Your eyes tearing up a little before you squeaked out a little ‘please’  Another slap. 

“You can do better” 

“Please fuck me Jeonghan” You pleaded, a tear running down your cheek at the hit. 

“Try again” His voice was softer this time, rubbing his free hand over the spot he just slapped. 

“Jeonghan please” you whined. “ Want everyone to hear how good you fuck me please” You begged harder this time, hoping this would be enough for Jeonghan and boy were you right. He pushes the seat of your bikini to the side before repositioning himself and pushing his length into you, moaning in delight as your walls stretch to accommodate his size. You cry out in pleasure, the feeling of finally having Jeonghan in you making more tears roll down your cheeks. He doesn’t take it easy though, keeping a steady, rough rhythm from the start. Pounding you into his backseat while watching you lose yourself in the feeling of him ramming into you. “You love it huh? Tell me how much you love it” You didn’t have it in you to deny it, fully aware of the way you literally begged him for it moments ago. 

“I fucking love it Jeonghan”  You gasp, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit in harsh circles. 

“Does anyone fuck you like i do?” He grunts, rocking his hips into yours harder, as if it was even possible with the way he was fucking you so hard you were positive anyone passing by could see the car visibly shaking. 

You shook your head immediately, “No one fucks me like you do” You confirm. Jeonghan hummed, your answer satisfying him enough that he tightened his hand around your neck once again and rubbing your clit with the other hand. The head of his cock fucks into your most sensitive spot and you feel all the thoughts in your head slowly disintegrate. Head full of only Jeonghan. You urgently reached out to grab onto something to steady something, quickly opting for his hand that was wrapped around your neck. You gripped his forearm with both hands, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your vision goes unfocused as your orgasm hits, letting out weak moans and gasps as the feeling consumes you entirely. Feeling it course through your whole body all the way down to your toes. Your walls constrict around Jeonghan the whole time, urging his own orgasm to hit him fast. 

“Gonna cum” Jeonghan warns. His thrusts turn erratic as he lets out a string of guttural groans. 

“Inside” You plead, “Need you to fill me up again please Jeonghan” Jeonghan moans loudly at that, your begging pushing him all the way over the edge. His eyes shut tightly and he groans out loudly. His body tensing up as he fills you up entirely. 

“Gonna be a good girl and keep that inside you yeah? All your little friends oblivious of the way you just begged me to slut you out” Heat rushed to your cheeks at the way Jeonghan was humiliating you but you agreed either way. Jeonghan’s eyes lit up when you nodded your head with a small smile. He took time to calm down before he slipped out of you wordlessly, ignoring the way you whine at the feeling of emptiness and fixing your bikini bottoms to cover you up again. 

After fixing himself up he spoke up again, “Can I kiss you?” Jeonghan asked, rather shyly, his demeanor a stark contrast to the Jeonghan that was pouding you into his backseat moments ago. You chuckled at his sheepishness. “Yes Jeonghan you can kiss me” Your voice was small but he didn’t hesitate to press his lips onto yours once again, this time the kiss was much softer than before. His hands cupping your cheeks as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears. 

You pulled away first. “Let’s get going? I think I’m already late” 

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“Why the fuck is he here?” Jeonghan muttered from beside you, watching as his teammate, Seungcheol approached your group. Ever the show off, Seungcheol was wearing only a pair of black swim shorts, showing off his toned body for everyone at the beach to see. 

You turned to where Jeonghan was looking and lo and behold, there was Choi Seungcheol. You and Seungcheol had….history. Well, not really history but you two have been fucking for a couple months and you were fully aware that he is Jeonghan’s teammate and its not like you were picking out the Ferrari drivers in specific to sleep with. The two of them were the ones who came onto you first. 

“Seungcheol?” You gasped, not expecting him to show up after rudely (not really) canceling on you. You felt Jeonghan’s arm tentatively wrap around your waist as Seungcheol approached. 

“Hey baby!” Seungcheol grinned, completely ignoring Jeonghan on your side, with his arm obviously wrapped around your waist. You heard Jeonghan mutter a small ‘baby??’ under his breath while continuing to faux nonchalance. 

“Hi Cheol! I thought you were gonna hang with Seokmin today?” 

“Well, I was, but Seokmin had to meet with Chan today” He shrugged, smiling wider showing off his stunning smile that initially captivated you. 

“Oh! Cheol, this is Jeonghan” You were quick to detangle yourself from Jeonghan’s arms, standing awkwardly in between the two men who were finally forced to make eye contact (thanks to you) 

“This is the new guy you fuck? Really? Had to be my teammate?” Seungcheol scoffed, losing the smile once adorning his face. 

“ Uh yeah, Hannie, this is Seungcheol.” 

“The other guy you fuck.” 

“Well, yes.” 

Jeonghan wasn’t too phased at first, especially considering it was Jeonghan’s cum currently inside you and not Seungcheol’s. Jeonghan sighed before speaking out once again, 

“Okay...let’s play ball?” 

“Let’s play.” And the three of you set out to join the rest of the group where they played volleyball. 

Jeonghan teamed with three of your three coworkers, Soonyoung, Yuta and Xiaojun. While Seungcheol teamed with your other coworkers, Vernon, Jaehyun and Joshua (yes, the same Joshua). You self appointed yourself as the referee for the round because you obviously didn’t want Jeonghan’s cum splattering out of you while you played.

That would not be ideal in front of your coworkers. 

As the round started, you noticed that Seungcheol in particular was putting a little too much effort into this, as if he had something to prove. Which you weren’t wrong, he did. He wanted to prove he was way better than Jeonghan at this (among other things.) but Jeonghan was hitting the ball back with little to no effort. 

You watched, amused as the two men on the court played as if no one else was around, as if it was a battle and they had to get past each other to make it to the final round. You think it might 

You were right, Seungcheol did have something to prove. He wanted to prove that he was the better one out of the two of them, as if it wasn’t Jeonghan’s cum currently in you. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a LOUD shriek. Only to see that Xiaojun was on the floor, holding his head in his hands while he cried out pathetically. 

“Xiaojun what happened!?” You ran towards the man on the floor.

“Seungcheol spiked the ball and it hit Xiaojun’s head” Soonyoung explained hurriedly, jumping in to do a poor attempt of CPR on him (though he’s a lifeguard. You’re not too sure how he got hired in the first place). 

“Get off me!” Xiaojun screamed when Soonyoung leaned in to give him mouth-to-mouth. 

“I got hit in the head I don’t need CPR idiot”

You did notice though, Seungcheol and Jeonghan were still playing amongst each other, not a clue in the world that they just took Xiaojun out and everyone was crowding around him. Well not anymore, Xiaojun was up and crowded away with Yuta and Soonyoung. You’d assume he was talking mad shit about the man who hit him in the head and didn’t even care to check on him. 

Typical Xiaojun. 

Also typical Seungcheol. 

As the round progressed, Xiaojun and Soonyoung dipped first, going off to get back to their jobs, then Yuta and Jaehyun also went on to do their own things and take care of their shift duties until finally Joshua and Vernon were about to head out too. 

“Dude, what the hell is their problem?” Joshua murmured, rolling his eyes at the two men still actively playing ball without noticing the absence of the others. 

You shrugged, “They’re both teammates and mad that I’m fucking them both. They both have something to prove to the other” You leaned in closer to whisper to Joshua.

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jeonghan: hi y/n :) you: hi jeonghan :) 

jeonghan: i wanna see you :( 

you: aw really? 

you: my jeonghannie wants to see me o.O

jeonghan: yes :(  jeonghan: please? 

You snickered as you hit send on the video. A video of you while you were on your knees for a man whose face was not in the frame. With your lips wrapped around his cock - though unable to fully wrap around him. While you hollow your cheeks, lowering further down. The man grips your hair, holding your head still as you gag around his cock. 

“You’re such a good girl, taking me like a champ, princess.” He praises you. Hips bucking forward letting out raspy groans. 

That’s when he sees it. 

What was it? It was a silver ring with the word ‘Ferrari’ engraved on it adorning the man’s pinky finger, identical to the one on his own. 

The same ring that only two people would have. Him and his fuckass teammate.  

You fucking sent him a video of you sucking off Seungcheol.  

jeonghan: is that who i fucking think it is?? jeonghan: be so fucking fr. 

jeonghan: i'm coming over. 

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“Please give it to me, fuck, Jeonghan,” you stuttered, breaking away from the kiss to whine against his lips. He spent much too long rubbing his tip along your slit and you could not stand it anymore, you needed him in you immediately. 

 “Why don’t you ask Seungcheol hm? I’m sure he’d give you what you want more than I will”  His tone was taunting, he was obviously still bitter about the stunt you pulled earlier.  Not that it bothered you though, it just made the sex even more exhilarating. To know that Jeonghan is actually bothered by the video made you feel sort of giddy. 

You whined when he sunk barely just the tip inside of you before pulling it out again. Your  grip in his hair tightening as you felt the need to have him buried deep in you grow more and more. “Wanna cum on your cock. I wanna feel it inside me so badly. Please. Please give it to me.” You whined more, hoping Jeonghan would give in and he did, pushing into you ever so slowly but he made up for it by pressing his lips onto yours again. 

“You know I’m not going easy on you tonight, right?” Your lover of the night bottomed out in you, smiling at the way he could see you going dumb on his cock and he hasn't even done anything yet. 

“God, I’d hope not”

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You haven't seen Jeonghan or Seungcheol in two weeks. 

Seungcheol has been AWOL but Jeonghan has been texting you nonstop. It was nothing sexual like the first few times he texted you. It was wholesome? Texts full of Jeonghan checking up on you, asking about you, wondering if you had eaten etc. 

This time however, Jeonghan texted you something different? 

An article. 

F1 - Ferrari sealed 1-2 in Silverstone ahead of Kim Mingyu. 

you: what the fuck is a 1-2 and why did ur team seal it 

jeonghan: i won p1 and seungcheol won p2 jeonghan: party tomorrow  jeonghan: ill end the deets. i better see you there

you: wtf?? thats AMAZING jeonghan congrats <33333  you: yeah, send the details ill be there :)  you: see you tomorrow!

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You weren’t used to seeing Jeonghan and Seungcheol in the same setting, not after that hell of a volleyball game. And apparently you won't see them together this time around either because you’ve been at this party for half an hour and have seen every other driver on the grid except the two men you actually wanted to see.  You decided you’d just sit at the bar and sip on yet another vodka tonic. You watched the rest of the partygoers drink away and dance together while you sat here miserably waiting to find any of your two fuck buddies. 

Until you were pulled from your misery by none other than Seungcheol. 

“And why do you look so miserable?” He asked, taking a seat next to you. Your face lit up at his voice, “Cheol!” You grinned for the first time since you got here. 

“I’ve been by myself all night, Jeonghan invited me but i haven't seen him anywhere” You shrugged. Seungcheol watched as you downed the rest of your drink before he led you away from the main party area, pulling you into a dim corner. 

“You know, I’ve been dreaming about your lips on mine since the last time you came over” Your lips curled into a smirk at that, “Yeah? Are you gonna do anything about it?” 

Oh, he was. 

Seungcheol angles his head to perfectly lower his lips onto yours. Like any kiss with Cheol, it has you dazed and yearning for more, your fingers gripping at his shirt to pull him as close to you as possible.

You both part for air momentarily,looking into eachothers eyes with equally dazed stares. your heart racing from the thrill of making out with him where anyone could catch the two of you, not that you mind, but you’re sure Seungcheol’s career might. Though the thought doesn't last long until Seungcheol searches for your lips again, pressing his mouth hard against yours with not a care in the world as to who may see you. 

Except the only person who saw you was none other than Yoon Jeonghan. 

There was no word to describe how upset Jeonghan felt at that moment. You came to a party he invited you to, celebrating mainly him, where he spent an hour looking for you and youre making out with his fuckass TEAMMATE?

There were only two people that could save Jeonghan now. 

Mingyu and Seungkwan.

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After he had to witness you and his teammate down each other’s throats the other day. Jeonghan is on a mission to win you over. There is no way he’ll let Seungcheol of all people get his girl. 

Seungcheol wasn’t even looking to settle, Jeonghan was.

According to your two closest friends, Mingyu and Seungkwan, there were 3 things that Jeonghan could do that would win you over. Which happened to do with the 3 things you loved the most. 

Music, Food, Sports.  

…Well, that was the only input they gave him. He just had to figure the rest of it out himself. 

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First thing: Music.

That was quite…simple? All he had to do was show you his fire music taste! 

So the next time he picked you up he’d just blast his tunes in the car and that’d be sure to have you swooning. 

Jeonghan rang your doorbell at 7:00pm on the dot. He seemed to have this whole evening planned out and you knew nothing except a text the day before asking if you were free at 7 today and it went on from there. He did specify to dress casual so you wore just a pair of shorts and a black tank top. 

“Hey” You smiled wide, opening the door to see an equally casually dressed Jeonghan. 

“Hey, you look cute.” You grinned at the compliment, gesturing inside for Jeonghan to come in but instead he just shook his head. 

“Let’s go, I’ve got plans for us” 

Jeonghan spent a good ten minutes trying to connect his bluetooth to his car, assuring you that you’d love the songs he’s picked out for tonight only to play the most ratchet music you think you’ve ever heard. 

“What the hell is this Jeonghan?” You grimaced, appalled by his choice of music 

“It’s Mozart!” 

“How the fuck does that make it better?” 

Jeonghan only sighed and handed you his phone with his music app opened. 

“Play whatever you want” 

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Second thing: Food

Jeonghan’s attempt to be…romantic? Was not as successful as you think he’d hoped. His plan was to cook together while sipping wine and have a cute little night. 

Cooking with someone was not something you enjoyed. 

Jeonghan was on vegetable duty while you were on sauce duty. Though time with Jeonghan was enjoyable, what you did not enjoy was him repeatedly coming in your way while you maneuvered around the kitchen. 

“Jeonghan, MOVE” Your frustration reached its max when Jeonghan was hunched over, eyes watery from the onions he was cutting but he was hunched right in the middle of the kitchen, leaving you with no space to pass. 

“I CAN’T SEE” He screeched, finding his way over to the sink in an attempt to rinse out his eye. 

God, he’s such a dork. 

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The last part of Jeonghan’s plan was to woo you with Sports. 

There was no better sport to enjoy with you other than his own! He’ll just invite you to the race this week! 

jeonghan: hey jeonghan: you wanna come to the race this weekend? Its in hungary its gonna run friday-sunday but we arrive on thursday  jeonghan: tix on me :) 

you: wtf?? of COURSE i want to go :O 

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And just like that, you found yourself in a hotel in Hungary on a random Thursday morning. Well, it wasn’t random, you were invited to the Hungarian Grand Prix by none other than Yoon Jeonghan himself. 

Speaking of, Jeonghan had asked if you wanted to go explore the village with him on your off day and who were you to deny an offer like that? So here you were, rushing your makeup at 9 in the morning. Jeonghan was supposed to come to your room at about 9:30 so you have less than thirty minutes to be ready and out the door. 

Jeonghan showed up at your hotel room at 9:30 on the dot, wearing a variant of an outfit youve seen him wear a million times, baggy jeans with an oversized shirt. True Jeonghan fashion you’d say. 

“Good morning beautiful” He greeted, walking into your hotel room and closing the door behind him before backing you up against the wall. 

“Good morning handsome” You can't lie and say you didn't internally cringe at that, no matter how true the words actually were. Jeonghan himself grimaced, his face centimeters away from your own “Never say that again please” 

You rolled your eyes, “God forbid a woman try complimenting a man for once” 

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You and Jeonghan spent all day exploring the city. Going from coffee shop to coffee shop, spending hours walking aimlessly around and even checking out the track. You  enjoyed Jeonghan’s company more than you’d like to admit. Jeonghan was a witty guy. He was funny, hot, really fucking good in bed but most of all he was genuine. That’s one thing you loved about Jeonghan that Seungcheol didn’t have. Where Jeonghan’s intentions with you were clear as day, Seungcheol? You were not too sure what the fuck his intentions were with you. 

You knew you weren’t technically supposed to dig this deep into either of them. After all, they were just your fuckbuddies, people you only saw when you were horny and needed release but you still couldn't help but feel more drawn to Jeonghan than you did Seungcheol. 

Jeonghan was a genuinely good person whose company you actually enjoyed and you knew he did enjoy yours too. Seungcheol however ignored all your texts until he was the one that needed release and you didn’t have a problem with that until now.  Until Jeonghan brought it up. 

“You know, I really like spending time with you. Aside from the sex” It came from out of the blue when the two of you were walking back to your hotel. 

“So the sex just sucks huh?” You looked at him with a mischievous grin 

“You know that’s not what i meant” 

“I know, I really enjoy spending time with you too Jeonghan” He smiled at that, pulling you closer by the hip until you were pressed right by his side. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence until he spoke up again. 

“You know, you should stop seeing Seungcheol” 

You chuckled, this wasn’t the first time Jeonghan has hinted towards how much he doesn’t like you fucking his teammate. 

“Yeah, okay” 

“I'm serious! It might have to do with the fact im like fucking obsessed with you or the fact that I know Seungcheol doesn’t want you like I do but I swear, the way i want you does not compare to the way he wants you” Your eyebrows raised at that, you knew you prefer Jeonghan over Seungcheol but hearing him tell you why you should pick him over Seungcheol is just all the more satisfying. 

“Why do you think so?” 

“Because-!” He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands, not wanting to tell you how much he wants you. How he stays up thinking about how it’d be if you were his. 

“Because I like you beyond the sex, I want a relationship with you. I don’t wanna have to share you with anyone because I’m greedy and I want you for myself. I wanna show you off as mine without anyone else coming in the way. I want you Y/N” 

You stopped in your tracks, prompting him to stop with you as well. “You want to date me?” 

“Really fucking bad. Please let me?” 

“Okay” You nodded, acting nonchalant on the outside when you were actually going fucking insane on the inside. “I’ll be your girlfriend but only if you ask me out properly” Jeonghan all but jumped for joy, screaming a couple choruses of “YES!!” 

“Y/N, light of my life, will you please be my girlfriend?” he playfully rolled his eyes

“I’d love to!” you smiled wide, his own smile mirroring yours before he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, in the middle of a street in Mogyoród. 

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The next morning, Seungcheol was just doing his normal pre race rituals when all of a sudden he heard an awful lot of giggling just outside of his room. 

What the hell could be so funny right before a race? 

He swung his door open only to see Jeonghan sitting on the couch while you sat on his lap, one leg on either side of him while the two of you smooched away like a couple of highschoolers on their first date. 

“I think I can come P1 today! After All, I have my beautiful girlfriend here to cheer me on” Jeonghan teased, cupping your face so he can press yet another kiss to your lips. 

“Yeah? Good luck out there boyfriend. I’ll be cheering for you” 

Girlfriend??? Boyfriend??? Since fucking when? The last time Seungcheol remembers, you were not looking for anything close to even a situationship, let alone a relationship. 

That kinda explains it too, you’d been too busy with your stupid boyfriend to return any of his calls or texts for the past few days too. This is exactly why Seungcheol hated couples. Gross. 

Screw Yoon Jeonghan, he stole his girl in plain sight. 

Well, not really his girl. Realistically Seungcheol was just tryna hit. Much like yourself until you met Yoon fucking Jeonghan. 

Cheol knew he wasn't all that upset about the situation but he had to mess with Jeonghan just for the fun of it and man was he geeked. 

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You couldnt fucking believe what you were seeing. Today was the day of the first two free practices and the only two drivers on the track who were not behaving were none other than your very own. 

Normally, Jeonghan and Seungcheol would stay very…civil during their races but something was off today. Jeonghan was minding his business, leading the race like he usually does until in comes Choi Seungcheol and overtakes him. 

So naturally, Jeonghan starts to speed up and get back in the lead. Which lasts maybe a minute until in comes Choi fucking Seungcheol again and runs him off the track. 

What the hell was Seungcheol’s problem today? 

The race continued to be a mess of Seungcheol messing with Jeonghan, overtaking him then running him off the track and repeating it. You could tell Jeonghan was getting frustrated. Hell, even you were getting frustrated. 

Did Seungcheol find out about you and Jeonghan? 

God, you’d hope this wasn't the result of Seungcheol’s…jealousy? There really wasn't anything to be jealous about on his end but still, if it was, that’s not okay and you were going to speak to him about it. The race went on like that, with Cheol repeatedly provoking Jeonghan and Jeonghan fighting back. You could hear the chattering of the people around you talking about the two of them and how it was ‘so odd that they’re acting this way!’ 

As expected, Jeonghan came P1 and Seungcheol came P3. P2 was none other than your best friend, Boo Seungkwan! The race went surprisingly well after the second to last lap and continued to trail behind Jeonghan who was in P1.

“Jeonghan!” You squealed, embracing him in the tightest hug possible but immediately pulling away when you made contact with his sweaty body. 

“Baby” He whined, pulling you back into his embrace, ignoring your noises of protest. You gave up the fight without much convincing, hugging him back tight and congratulating him over and over. 

“Wait, I’ll be back.” 

You excused yourself from Jeonghan and went on to find the one and only..

“Choi Seungcheol!” You muttered, aggressively making your way over to the ever so sweaty man sipping away at his Hydrorace water bottle. 

“Hey gorgeous” He cheekily smiled at you, pulling the straw away from his lips. You scoffed, annoyed by how calm he seemed after what he pulled out on the track today. 

“Don’t ‘hey gorgeous’ me, what the hell was that on the track today? You know either one of you could have gotten hurt, right?” You were practically fuming. 

“You know I'm smart enough to not let either of us get hurt out there right?” He mimicked your tone. Whatever he said didn’t matter in the moment, you were too heated to even think straight. 

“Talk to me when you’ve calmed down, Y/N.” And with that, he walked away from you. 

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 It was finally time for confrontation. 

You pulled out your phone camera to make sure you look decent enough to confront Seungcheol. Once you made sure you looked okay, you tucked it away in your  back pocket. Taking a deep sigh before knocking on Seungcheol’s hotel room, waiting for him to open the door. “Hey, Cheol…” You greet hesitantly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you, locking it shut just in case.

“Y/n…it’s so nice to see you!” Seungcheol smiled bitterly. “After you practically blew up on me in front of everyone today.” His fake ass smile dropped. 

You grimaced, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Don’t be like that, I just want to apologize.” You offered a small smile. 

“Delta time can be time too late, Y/N.”

If there was an embodiment of a question mark, it would be you right now. “You know I don't understand when you use racing speak, Seungcheol.”

“Delta time…anyway, just, don’t worry about it. I know you made your choice. Especially by the way you just full-named me. ” 

“Cheol-”

“We had a good run, yeah? don’t worry about it.” He smiled, “This doesn’t mean I don’t want to be friends though you know. I just want you to be happy even if it’s not with me and with my…teammate.” You could sense the lack of sincerity at the end. Seungcheol was not happy about this and you knew that. 

“Thank you Cheol” You smiled, opening your arms and offering him a hug which he gladly accepted, engulfing you in the most warm hug you’ve ever received from him. 

It wasn’t easy to let Cheol go but you had to do this for Jeonghan. 

You were the first to pull away from the hug. You gave him a smile before turning on your heels. 

“See you at the race on Sunday?” 

“You know it.” 

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“It’s just me and you baby” Jeonghan breathed against your lips, pinning you up against the wall and relishing in the way you sigh out in relief when he finally presses his lips to yours. “Be as loud as you want love” 

Jeonghan knew damn well it was not just the two of you, somewhere in one of the stalls was Seungcheol. He was about to walk out when he heard you and Jeonghan at the door and ran into a stall to avoid being caught. 

“Please Jeonghan” You whimpered when he pulled away to trail his lips down your neck, “Touch me, please?” 

“I am touching you”  

“Jeonghan” Your voice raises a pitch. Jeonghan can’t stand it, he loves how your squirm and whimper, so desperate to get fucked by him. Something in him loves how pretty you sound when you beg, especially when you scream his name with your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Please, please fuck me…”

“Shut up.” He groans, proceeding to jackhammer two fingers inside of you. You yelped in surprise, leaning back onto the wall, gripping onto Jeonghan’s arm to hold yourself up. Jeonghan’s other hand trails up and covers your eyes. Hold around your head tight, leaving you more vulnerable to his ministrations. 

“I want your cock Jeonghan, please” He loved that your noises were getting louder but he knew that when you finally got his cock you’d be even louder. Just what he wants for your little audience. Jeonghan halts his fingers in you and smears the wetness all over your aching pussy. 

“Pussy’s so wet for me, know why?” Jeonghan smirks,  “Cause you’re a fucking slut, and all sluts know how to do is take cock.” And without warning, he glides the entirety of his length in at the same time and you were left gasping at the stretch. 

“J-Jeonghan..” you moaned loud, “You’re so fucking big. Oh my fucking God.” Jeonghan chuckled, setting a brutal pace from the start. You could never get tired of fucking Jeonghan, every time with Jeonghan bringing you to a new wave of euphoria even you couldnt fathom. 

“Yeah? Who fucks you this good huh?” Jeonghan wrapped his hand, previously covering your eyes around your throat and applying just enough pressure to make you see stars. “You, Jeonghan! Only you can fuck me this good” His thrusts were sloppy but they were so hard and deep. Tears rolled down your cheeks with every thrust as your body buzzed with pleasure.

“Good fucking girl” He praised, “You’re so good to me aren’t you?” You couldn’t respond. You don’t think you had it in you to say anymore. Just letting moan after moan leave your lips as you writhed under his hold. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling at the way you attempted to kiss him back. 

“My pretty girl, only mine.” 

[xervn]

melatonin | 2

two-shot | enemies to fuckers sevika x reader

pt. 1

ao3 link

summary: the aftermath.

18+ MDNI | 3.5k words | tags; canon divergence, sevika is a little mean, reader is a brat, angst?, very light sub/dom, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, porn w/ plot-ish, no use of y/n

i rewrote this so many times, but here we are... mama i made it..

It’s not what you were expecting. It’s not how you saw things moving forward—not at all. 

Anyone would agree that you two shared a passionate night. Sevika fucked the insomnia out of you. 

So how’d she manage to make you hate her more?

When you woke up, Sevika was on her side of the room, adjusting her deep red poncho. She noticed you were awake and went straight to barking orders at you and proceeded with her thousandth attempt to get you to follow her schedule, which never worked.

It was as if last night didn't happen, and it was all a lucid, raunchy dream with deep moans you could still replay in your head. However, you woke up missing more clothes than you remembered taking off, so you knew that wasn't the case.

You decided to pass her crankiness off as stress, since it was a big day and all, but she only seemed crankier after the meeting. 

Don’t be fooled; you aced it. Your negotiating skills have always been top tier, and you’re incredibly personable, especially with good sleep on your side. You were so buddy-buddy with the Bilgewater traders, they invited you to their pub that night for drinks and karaoke. Exactly your style, a fun offer, but you declined. Declined because you were positive Sevika was going to give you congratulatory sex. Wrong. She gave you nothing but pure silence. 

You can hear hints of humor or sarcasm weaved into words, but you can’t hear any of that in silence. Was she mad at you? Jealous of you? Annoyed by you? 

It reminded you of when you first met Sevika, a time when you tried super hard to impress her, but everything you did ticked her off. You were so good at making friends with clients; total strangers, but not Sevika, even after months of trying. It hurt especially more since you had a massive crush—one everyone but her knew about; Ran still teases you about it from time to time. 

When you think back on it, you’re embarrassed. It shouldn’t have taken you a year to finally get on her case about it, but when you did, there was less judgmental silence and more words. Not the nicest words, but at least it created a semblance of balance—honesty that wasn’t outweighed by one-sided affection. But after that meeting, it was like it all reverted to square one. Silence and one-sided affection. 

That triggered you. 

So, what was it that you were expecting? Marriage? A gold medal? 

No, it was something much simpler. Kindness. The smallest amount of chivalry would’ve made you swoon, but she didn’t give you any. She continued to be the dickhead you were used to, and what did you do? 

You continued to be the dickhead she was used to, obviously. Amplified it even. There’s no such thing as being the bigger person in your dictionary. Not for this. If there’s anything you were bigger at, it was being a bigger cunt. If she was going low, you were going lower—and you stuck to it.

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Days after the trip, you still haven’t talked to Sevika out of solidarity with yourself. Nothing but surface-level words have been exchanged between you two since that day. No witty remarks, no unnecessary teasing, no fruitless arguments. 

To be fair, there’s nothing you want to talk about. You’re too upset and ashamed. At the time, you couldn’t even discard the little dignity you had left to ask her to “help” you one last time because she factory reset you, and you slept like a baby all night. 

That is until now. Sevika’s magic has worn off, and you’re falling back into your regular routine of staying up late and getting wasted so you don’t have to watch the sunrise for a third time in a row. It wouldn’t be such a bother if you weren’t thinking about her every single night. 

Or during the day when someone says her name and the hairs on your arms stick up. Or when she’s a glance away and your body starts to think you're in a sauna. 

It was undeniable; you still have a crush. As obnoxious as the day it blossomed. You hate it. You should be hating her now more than ever, but your heart is fucking you over, and you’re sleep-deprived and pent up on top of it.

You’ve found yourself fantasizing about and craving a woman that has most likely moved on. It’s pathetic, and it shows you have no backbone, meaning it’s only a matter of time before you do something you will regret forever. 

You couldn’t back down, not after your dramatic promise to yourself that you weren’t going to let her play you again. 

Thankfully, fate graced you with an opportunity to redeem yourself. Silco put you on another short trip back to the port city, and he assigned Sevika to accompany you—expecting her to, since he didn’t bother to call her to his office because of how often you work together.

That meant the ball was in your court, so you did something neither you nor Sevika had ever had the guts to do.

You protested. 

Well, you lied. You told him that Sevika didn’t want to work with you anymore and that it’d be better for you to go with someone else. It’s probably not far from the truth anyway, but honestly, you thought he’d give you a speech about life or ask you to tell her to get over it. Maybe even a ‘fuck off,’ but instead he said, “Very well,” and shooed you out of his office. 

So now you’re at a loss because you didn’t think that far ahead. You didn’t really give it much thought at all and figured, realistically, both of you should be happy in the end. You knew it meant you’d see Sevika less, but you managed to convince yourself you were fine with it; that it was for the best.

“It’s probably the best decision I’ve ever made,” you tell Ran, who’s fiddling with the straw in their drink as they listen to you talk. Laughter, drinks clinking, and jukebox music makes for good background noise. “I’m just shocked, y’know? If I knew he’d accept it so quickly, I would’ve asked earlier.” You laugh half-heartedly. 

Ran twirls around the straw in their cup. “Didn’t I tell you it was that easy?”

You freeze. “Yes, but…”

“You still wanted to work with her.” They grin, going in for a sip.

“No! I genuinely thought he’d be against it.." You grumble.

“Right, right… Well, it’s good news then. You should be happy. Maybe we’ll be assigned together.”

Your eyes light up at the possibility. “That’d be great! There’s this pub I wanted to go to, but…“ You trail off when the bar goes incredibly quiet. There are a few whispers here and there, some more frantic than the others.

Loud, heavy footsteps pound against the wooden flooring, and you notice the pace picking up as the sound travels closer to you. 

You’re not allowing yourself to get ambushed at a time like this, so you turn, and, great heavens, there’s Sevika. 

Your chest, down to your stomach, twists uncomfortably. You’re surprised to see her, and she looks irritated to see you. Her face is plain, but there’s still a prominent frown on her lips.. 

“You.” 

You look around, pretending you’re not sure who she targeted that towards. By now, the bar has resumed its chatter, but Ran has moved three seats down. They give you a little finger wave before turning to the bartender. 

You slowly look up at Sevika, pointing to yourself, “Me?” You question jokingly.

“Get up; let’s go.” She gestures for you to start moving.

You laugh sarcastically, turning away from her on your stool. “Fuck off.” 

A large hand lands on your bicep and pulls. You stagger backwards and onto your feet before you fall over. “What the f—? Let go of me!” 

Sevika says nothing and makes her way to the back of the building, forcing you to walk haphazardly through chairs and tables. Your face warms and contorts in embarrassment, given you’re being dragged to who knows where like you’re a misbehaving toddler. 

You begrudgingly follow along, not that you had much of a choice, and she stops in front of a supply closet. 

“Open it.” She commands monotonously.

You don’t know why, but you do it; you open it. You don’t even question it, and you deserve it when she shoves you in there. 

Her mechanical arm whirs as you stumble in, and it makes a short appearance to slam the door behind herself. Then everything turns blurry in a flash, and your back is suddenly hitting the door. 

“What did you do?” She asks through her teeth.

You try to yank your arm free, but she doesn’t budge. “What did I do? Why are you so angry? Can you fucking let me go?!”

“What did you tell Silco?”

Your heart drops, and your expression must’ve shown it because Sevika groans. You interject, “I told him what you couldn’t.”

“And what is that?”

“You don’t want to work with me.”

Sevika looks at the ceiling for strength, shutting her eyes. She takes a deep breath in. “When did I ever say that?” 

“You don’t have to; I can read it off you.” 

Sevika’s eyes suddenly meet yours, and you flinch. “Yeah? What are you reading now?”

You frantically search, and you stutter, “You’re—you’re pissed?”

“Yes, I’m fucking pissed, Einstein. Did I ask you to make decisions for me?” 

God, you have no idea why she’s so mad about it. Your breathing is picking up, and you don’t know if it’s because of conflict or the fact she hasn’t been this close to you in what feels like ages. “No, but you can stop acting like you’ve never wanted to.” 

“Why do you care? If I wanted to, I would.” She states.

“Sure. You must’ve loved working with Jinx then, huh?”

Sevika looks away to sigh loudly. “That’s not the same thing.” 

“Isn’t it? You don’t like me either—“

“What is your problem? Why don’t you just admit that it’s you who doesn’t want to work with me? It’s you who doesn’t like me.” She spits. Her jaw clenches as she calms down. “I’m ‘difficult’ now because of you. I’d like one day—one week—without Silco complaining when I’m doing my best.” She sighs.

Your mind goes blank. “I’m—I didn’t know he’d say that… He seemed okay with it, and I didn’t know you’d be upset.” You utter, completely guilt-ridden.

“I swear—you only think about yourself. Fuck everyone else living, right?”

“What? No, I didn’t…”

“Didn’t think? Do you think?” She exasperates.

It works, and you huff. “I thought you would be jumping for joy. Why aren’t you fucking ecstatic?” You ask angrily.

“Nothing about this is good for me. Or you. Unless you think Dustin can protect you.” She scoffs.

“Dustin? Well… well…” You didn’t think about that. 

You abandon the sentence. “You can be mad, but not this mad. I should be this mad. We did things together. Things you don’t try to forget about, and that’s what you—looked like you did.” You say, correcting yourself because you’ve learned your lesson from assuming things. 

Sevika looks heavily perplexed. “You’re the one who stopped talking to me.”

“No, actually, you are. Not to mention your first words to me the morning after we fucked were, ‘You have twenty minutes.’”

“You had twenty minutes. Did you want a ‘good morning, baby’ first?” She scoffs, shaking her head.

Your stomach does a somersault. “I don’t know.” 

Sevika pauses, making what feels like judgy eye contact with you. “You don’t know?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that you acted like nothing happened and went straight to being bossy.”

“Huh. I thought you liked that.” She replies, and there’s something in the way she said it that makes your legs falter.

“When did I ever—“ The air changed, you notice. “When did I ever like that…?” 

Sevika studies your face for a few seconds. The silence is unnerving. It’s like time slowed, because you have no idea when she’ll speak or what she’ll say. “Somewhere between you moaning my name and cumming on my fingers.” She bluntly states.

You choke on your spit, coughing. There were a million different ways that could’ve gone. Most of them sounded like that, but it still caught you off guard.

“What? You said I forgot about it. I’m trying to jog up my memory,” she teases.

You frown, but it comes off as endearing, so much so it makes Sevika awe. “Don’t you want me to remember? I’m remembering.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant you acted no different from the day before, and you never, y’know, came to me again after that either.” 

Then regret starts rushing in. You used to curse your friends out when they got back with their shitty situationships. You know what it feels like now. You can’t believe you alluded to sex, let alone wanting it at a time like this, but she did it first, to be fair.

You two stare at each other for several beats. 

“Came to you?” A smile begins to form on Sevika’s lips.

You shake your head, as unconcerned as you can make it. “Shut up. Forget I said anything.“

Her head tilts slightly. She looks you up and down. “I don’t think I will.” 

You exhale loudly, "I'm so serious."

"No, really, tell me what you meant by that. "

"You know exactly what I meant."

She perks an eyebrow at you, and you roll your eyes in response. She huffs out a laugh.

Sevika swivels you around so you’re facing the door, so fast you have to catch yourself with both hands so you don’t face-plant into it. "What are you—!"

Her flesh hand slides across your waist, and then she suddenly jerks you towards her, making you bend over just enough for you to poke out.

In contrast to how she was manhandling you before, she slowly presses herself against your ass but makes sure to hold her place firmly, like she was planning on leaving a print there, rolling her hips into you as if she doesn’t wanna miss a spot. 

Leaning over you, she whispers, “This is what you wanted, right?” So close to your ear, you can feel her words brushing against it. Your whole body shudders, and all your sexual frustration starts to unravel.

You peer back at her with a glare that’s too clouded with lust to be intimidating. “You’re so full of yourself.” 

“You love it,” She replies, so surely, because you haven’t noticed how desperately you’ve been backing into her, chasing the sliver of friction she gave you a moment ago. She drifts her hand towards your front, and between the legs you immediately begin parting for her. "But I could stop..."

"Don't." You interrupt. You don't have to see her to know she's got on an egotistical grin.

Four fingers feel down your covered cunt, then back up, lingering at your clit with purpose. Your thighs threaten to close around Sevika’s hand, and you pathetically whine out her name. 

She hums questioningly, knowing she wasn’t getting an answer from you. She finds the waistband of your pants, shoving her hand underneath, panties and all. The warm heat and slickness of your wetness meet her palm. “You really love it.”

You inhale sharply, placing your forehead against the door. “ I hate you...”

She laughs darkly, and her fingers part meticulously over your folds, massaging your clit between her fingers. “Is that what we’re doing? I 'hate' you too,” she says, “I’ll show you.”

You moan at that, and Sevika harmonizes. You don’t feel an ounce of shame. All your self-respect left when you opened the door. “Please.” 

Sevika's finger presses against your entrance teasingly. It doesn’t take much longer before she slides two fingers in you; her middle and ring, and scissors them in you so you adjust to the size of them properly. You groan, muffling yourself into the back of your hand. The heel of her palm is so close, yet so far from your clit, and you still need it there. 

It was as if she read your mind. Sevika brings her hand closer, and her fingers curl in you as a result. They slowly straighten out, then curl again, straighten out, curl in, and now she’s restlessly fucking her fingers into you while you needily hump into the palm of her big, scarred hand. All that movement makes it messy, but messy feels so good. 

So much heavy breathing and pitchy whines. You’re trying your hardest not to make noise, but all your best attempts are strained and guttural. It drives Sevika insane. They’re better than she remembered. “Stop trying. Let them hear how much you hate me.” She murmurs against you.

You lightly shake your head, refusing to do something so mortifying yet so fucking hot—in theory. Until cold metal fingers appear under your jaw. “C’mon, baby, please?” She coos.

There’s the first crack in your metaphorical dam. Your legs start wobbling. “Fuck—I h—hate you.” You pant out, not entirely because she asked you to; you were a little upset with how well she threw that pet name in there. 

It makes her chuckle. “You said I never ’came to you,’ but I’ll tell you a little secret,” she says, breath staggering from her constant movement, “I came to the thought of your fucked-out face last night,” she confesses. You sob out her name, and she soothes it with a full kiss on your cheek; so unexpected, you can feel your heart lurch forward. “And the day before, and the day before that, and—you get it, yeah? I couldn’t forget you if I tried.”  

You’re getting closer; pussy tensing, and your heart is racing. So much to process in such little time. “… I missed you.” You breathlessly whisper. You missed her tangents, her nagging, and the dumb fucking arguments. You missed her; it was true, and you admitted it to her before you admitted it to yourself.

“Did you?” She asks softly. You can tell she’s really wondering. Her fingers still haven’t slowed down a bit, however.

“Mhmm—shit—wait.” You’re on the brink of undoing, and you don’t know if you can speak any further.

Sevika presses herself closer to you. “Tell me one more time.” She gruffly demands, like it was a need. It may as well be.

Your anticipated orgasm fills up to the brim; your eyes press shut. “I m—I missed you so,” you come; your moans are barely controllable, and your hips are stuttering against her hand, “s—ugh—much, Sev...”

Sevika’s mech hand turns your face towards her, and your heavy eyes momentarily widen when her lips meet yours in a fervent kiss. She removes her fingers from you, and when you cry at the loss, she slides her tongue across yours—that shuts you up real quick. She leaves her hand there, just so you can grind out your orgasm a little longer. 

Sevika stopped letting her brain control her; she wasn't going to let it get in the way of this. She's been dreaming about kissing you since she realized it was an option.

You didn’t know how badly you needed to kiss her. You weren’t sure you’d ever, but with how perfectly her lips feel on yours, this can’t be the last time. You really hope it’s not the last time.

But you pull away. “What is this...?” You ask shakily, trying to catch your breath.

Sevika’s eyes keep flickering to your kiss swollen lips, clearly drunk on them; she doesn’t understand what you’re saying yet. “What’s what?”

“This. What are we doing? Is it just—just sex like you said it was?”

Sevika zones back in, and there’s a lump in her throat. She can’t say she never said that, because she did. She swallows hard, retracting her hand from between your thighs, and gently turns you around so you’re facing her. 

She says your name, “It has never been ‘just sex.’ It would never be that with you.”

You try to assess the validity of that, staring at her doubtingly. “You ignored me the entire day after.” You mention.

Sevika’s face warms up, and she looks to the side. “I got jealous.”

Your brows furrow. “Of what?”

“You were so friendly with those Bilgewater folks, and it pissed me off,” she grumbles. “Then I got frustrated with myself, because I’m the reason you hate me. At the time, it made sense to go back to how it was before,” she exhales sadly, “I’m sorry.”

You awkwardly play with your hands. Sevika frowns, hoping you say something soon. “The reason why I stopped talking to you wasn’t because I hate you; I thought you did, so I... I don't know what to say other than I’m incredibly petty and childish. I’m sorry—and I shouldn’t have said anything to Silco either.” 

“I wouldn’t let you go without me anyways.” She looks so serious when she says that, but you can’t help but giggle. It’s going to take a while for you guys to get through all your apologies properly, but this is a good start.

“I do prefer you, so...” You add, smiling up at her coyly.

She has a grin—the big win kind—and you gravitate towards her for a kiss, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. It’s much gentler and warmer than the first time. You’re sure there’ll be more where that came from. 

—

“Ran, hey.” You take a seat by them, wanting to wrap things up before you go. Quickly too, since Sevika is waiting.

“Hey,” they reply, eyeing you oddly, “I went to check on you earlier; make sure Sevika wasn’t dismembering you or something, but it sounded super scary in there, like you really hated her, so I ran away…” They pretend to cower in fear before sputtering out a laugh.

“Alright then. Goodnight.” You silently get up and start walking out. Ran’s laughter doubles.

[bbokicidal]

Not a Need, but a Craving | Loser!Perv!SKZ

Warnings: Chris is lowkey a creep here lol, Perverted behavior; Panty stealing, slapping of tits/ass/face, hair pulling, up-the-skirt pics, one-sided masturbation, meandom?Jeongin Pairing: OT8 [individual] x Fem-implied!Reader Genre: Suggestive but not smut (well.. sort of. 18+) Notes: Based loosely off of this perv!skz post I did a while ago. <- read this first!

방찬

Relation: Trainees

❥ Chris tells himself he'll delete these pictures every time he takes them, but he always ends up adding them to the the album specifically curated towards you and your -- well, the panties he deemed so cute and so sexy, enough so that he needed the pictures on his phone or he'd die. It was the only thing that he could get off to at this point; Women just didn't ever seem to want to come home with him so he could actually get some pussy, so...

❥ He's almost... proud of himself with how slick he's gotten; Taking pictures up your dress at the club when you're dancing against him, sneaking a photo or two up your skirt on the train while you wait to get off, or even up your nightgown when you're in the kitchen making breakfast for him after he stayed the night because the ride home was hours long and you had too big of a heart to let him go so late in the night.

❥ And of course he knows you can never find out. You're pretty, popular amongst the trainees and he's -- yeah, he's been there a long chunk of time but he doesn't have a ton friends or go out with people like you do. If you found out, if anyone found out, he'd be kicked out of the company and he'd never see you - or your pretty pussy and cute lacy panties - ever again...

리노

Relation: College students

❥ Minho is always touching you. When he can, at least.

❥ It started all because you sat next to him when studying. He was there to help you, but you insisted on moving closer to look at the textbook he was gesturing to and the moment your thigh brushed against his own it was all over for him. He'd tensed up and choked on every word that tried to leave his throat, ears bright pink. He could even smell your perfume from where he sat.

❥ He knew almost immediately he needed more, so as he came over more often to help you with classwork - because that's all he was to you, a tutor - he would let you sit close or even ask you to come sit beside him instead of across the table so he could have you right there. He would think about it later, too; The way your hand lingered on his arm when you patted it and bid him goodbye that evening, the way your fingertips brushed over his own as you eyed the textbook together.

❥ Maybe he was a bigger loser than he thought, getting off just from the simple touch of a pretty girl he shares a class with. (Not that he'd ever admit to you that sometimes he comes in his pants when your thighs touch his own under the table...)

창빈

Relation: Gym buddies

❥ Changbin was... still shameless.

❥ But even less so, now. He'd begun asking you to come to the gym with him all three times of the week he went - his schedule a bit busier than normal these days - and every single time he would go home and right away hop in the shower to tug on his cock.

❥ He'd started doing this... thing. He swore it was so that at the end of the year, you could create a video that showed your progress over every day you spent together at the gym working hard - but really, Changbin took photos of you two together at the end of your workouts just so he could use them while he got off later that evening. The sight of your hair all messy, you in slightly damp workout leggings and a sports bra, skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat...

❥ He knew it was a little gross, using your body to get off like that. Especially when you were sweaty in all of the pictures - But he preferred it that way. He could hear your heavy breathing in his ears even hours after you'd parted ways, the way your chest bumped his arm as he flexed and you held up a playful peace sign and smile. Call him gross all you want - He knew what he liked, and what he liked was you.

현진

Relation: Friend of a friend

❥ The collection was growing day by day and Hyunjin was getting more and more bold with every move he made. He never got the real thing because girls just weren't interested in him with his long hair, glasses, and pretty round eyes; so this was the best he'd get.

❥ He'd started sleeping over more often, using Felix as a reason to even be there in the first place. You two were close, he was close with the Australian - so he was automatically invited too, right? Right! And when he was over at your house and you were distracted playing a game with Felix, well - what was Hyunjin to do but go through your drawers and find something to take home with him?

❥ He's got favorites, of course. Anything pink is by far at the top of his 'I want this' list, stealing a lacy pair the first time he came over - then two more pair, one set seamless and the other covered in cherries, the next time he visited. Luckily for you, he doesn't stay the night at your place too often, or you'd be running out of underwear constantly with how he's stealing them left and right.

❥ But Hyunjin swears he's seen you stealing glances at him here and there, so... maybe if you knew he was using them to jerk himself off every night or sleeping with them curled up near his face so he could rest with your scent right beside him, you'd be more open to just handing him a pair to keep.

❥ It's only a matter of time before he starts taking the used ones.

한

Relation: College Roommates

❥ Jisung can't help the way he's just so... submissive? Around you?

❥ Let me explain. Jisung's developed a real bad habit of acting like he needs help from you when you're around because if he needs help, you'll touch him. He'll eat messier than normal so you'll wipe his lips clean for him - and yes, he'll practically come in his pants at the feeling of your thumb so close to slipping in his mouth - or he'll almost act as if he doesn't know how to do something so you'll hold his hands while you explain or hold onto him as you help him learn how to do something. Even if he's just faking being a bit of a himbo so you'll help him.

❥ And one of the reasons he gets away with this ^ so easily? Is because he's a known loser around campus and he's constantly teased for it. And you..? Well, you're the pretty girl who takes pity on him.

❥ His favorite is when you come to check on him at night or peek in to see if he's sleeping before you shower. He'll hum out that his head hurts or that his back aches from training all day or working out - and you'll comb his hair through your fingers or rub your hands down his back until he's falling asleep under your touch. And while, yes, it does help him sleep in the long run - it also makes him rock hard. The moment you leave the room after he 'falls asleep' he's rutting his hips down against the mattress and whimpering your name into his pillow.

필릭스

Relation: Best friend's brother

❥ Felix is affectionate with everyone he's close to. But you -- you're beautiful, and soft, and your tits are just so...

❥ Call him a loser if you want - he knows it's what he is. A desperate, shy, sweet angel who's booksmart and tries way too hard to be cool, who hangs around the pretty, popular girl because she's his sister's best friend. Just the precious little brother who sees that gorgeous girl once or twice a week at his home and takes it as an opportunity to hang around her; Hugging onto you, burying his face in your neck, cuddling up close during movies.

❥ And you let him cling to you because 1) He's hot, and 2) You know it's the only touch from a woman he'll ever get. And you suppose you don't mind the way his hands wander over your body when he swears he's just cuddling close and getting comfortable. You're pretty sure he doesn't realize you know he's feeling you up and groping every curve of your body, but. Ignorance is bliss.~

승민

Relation:

❥ It starts as an accident.

❥ Seungmin's hand caught in your hair when he laid it on your back and as he pulled away, his ring caught and pulled. He'd moved away so fast it had been enough to make your head lull back, a gasp and yell of pain and laughter falling from your lips as you reach to push his arm away.

❥ And Seungmin... -- God. He's weak in the knees. He spots the way your mouth falls open, your nose crinkles and eyes close at the feeling of your hair being pulled. And he knows in that moment that he needs to see you like that again.

❥ So he does it as a joke; subtle and cautious about it at first. You'll play fight or bicker about anything and Seungmin will pull your hair, fingers fisted tight in the strands until his hand was so close to your scalp that he had full control of your head. On one instance he had pulled you close until his face was inches from yours, cocking a brow and listening to you whine about how tight he was holding onto your hair - and another, you'd dropped forward into his lap in laughter while he was still holding onto you and he swore he almost shot a load in his boxers. That was the closest a woman had ever been to his hips - And if you didn't feel the way his cock twitched against the side of your face, it would've been a miracle.

아이엔

Relation: Close friends

❥ Jeongin loves being a little mean to you because you're the only woman in his life who will let him get away with it.

❥ You're one of his closest friends, even if he's kind of lame and everyone looks down on him for being the youngest in his group - and you're the one who openly bickers with him, teases him, and he does it all back to you and you take it, which surprises him a little bit. You let him pull on you and wrestle with you or cling to you when he's tired, even if he's all sweaty and gross. But sometimes the wrestling or bickering turns to pushing and pulling on each other until you're both on the floor and he's holding you down while you're kicking to be free.

❥ The first time he spanks you, all he remembers is the way you cry out and feeling of your ass against his palm. He plays it off by laughing because that's what you do, completely disregarding it and brushing it off before spanking him as well in retaliation - and he lets it happen. Not because he's into it, but because he's too distracted with trying to figure out how to hide the fact that he's so hard it hurts.

❥ He's going to need more of that feeling in the future. He knows he does - so he does it again to test the waters and when you, once again, laugh at it and take it as play-fighting, he dares to go further. These days the two of you are always slapping at each other's arms and thighs and ass - but if he's feeling really bold he'll slap your tits and sometimes, your face. Gently, of course, little taps here and there when it comes to your cheeks. And each time you take it in stride with giggles and slapping him in return, while he gets off to it later that evening in the bathroom stall after practice, remembering the way you feel under his palms when he spanks you.

❥ And that's how Jeongin discovered his impact play kink.

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Kisses - CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: charles being jealous of Leo, kissing

A/N: wrote this after irritating my dog with a bunch of kisses. He loves it

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Not one moment did Charles regret getting Leo. He was the best thing to happen to the both of you. The dog kept you both on your toes and gave a lot of love, balancing a mix between chaos and affection. He didn't know what life was before Leo. He couldn't have asked for a better dog. 

The only thing was, the dog was too damn spoiled. Sure he spoiled the dog just as much as you, buying him the best food, giving him any toy he wanted, and he had free reign around the house. But you gave Leo what he truly wanted, all your attention. From the moment you both got him, he was stuck to you like glue. He only wanted Charles if he was at the track or to take him to use the bathroom. It's like the dog knew how much of a hassle it was to clean up his mess so he left that for Charles to worry about. 

You took Leo everywhere you went and he enjoyed every second of it. You wanted to go to the cafe? Leo would love to go on a walk. You had to travel for work? Sure Leo always wanted to see Paris and chase the birds. You needed to use the bathroom? Who else was going to keep you company? He didn't see dad rush up to follow you so he had to be that person (dog) for you. 

In return, he was rewarded with a bunch of scratches and kisses. You couldn't help it. He was so dang cute and soft. Kissing his fur was like kissing clouds. Leo ate up those kisses every time. He stared at you each time waiting for you to press a kiss to his head. It didn't matter if you were wearing lip gloss he would happily stroll the house wearing the lip marks with pride. 

This irritated Charles, to say the least. He wasn't jealous of the dog for getting a million kisses in one sitting while he barely managed to get one. No, he wasn't jealous that your priority was to show attention to Leo first. No, he wasn't jealous that Leo could wake you up at any hour and be met with a smile, compared to if he did it, the action would be a pillow thrown at his head.  

"Why are you giving your dog a death glare?" The voice of Arthur broke Charles out of his thoughts. 

"I'm not glaring at Leo." He grumbled. 

"So you're glaring at your girl? That's new." There was a hint of teasing tone in Arthur's voice like he knew why his brother was being a grump. You were sat on the other side of hospitality with Leo in your arms. The dog was as hyper as ever while you laughed at his antics and gave him a kiss what seemed every minute to Charles. In reality, you gave him two kisses since you've sat down. 

"I'm not glaring at anyone." 

"Sure you aren't buddy." He patted his brother on the back before making his way over to you and Leo. Charles watched the interaction with a close eye. He knew his brother was up to something. Not a second later you looked over at Charles with a knowing smirk making the driver look anywhere but in your direction. 

What he didn't see was Arthur taking Leo for a walk while you made your way to sit on the arm of the chair Charles was sitting on. It was only when he felt you beside him he decided to look at you. That same smirk was still plastered on your face making him groan. 

"So, grumpy pants, you have me all to yourself till Arthur and Leo come back." You hummed reaching out to his hair to massage his scalp. His weakness. You were good. 

"I am not grumpy, I don't know what my idiot of a brother told you." It was taking everything in Charles not to confess right then and there. The way you were working your hands on his scalp, he wanted to give in any second. 

"You're not? Hmmh. I was going to kiss it better." The teasing tone in your voice didn't register with Charles. If he was truly paying attention he would know you were doing this to confess and it worked. 

"I am grumpy. Kiss it better." He smiled up at you like a little kid waiting for his reward, or more like Leo waiting for a kiss when he accompanied you to the bathroom to keep you company. 

"First you need to tell me why you're grumpy." 

Was he about to confess his jealousy for the dog he wanted and brought just for some kisses? If it was the only way to be smothered in kisses so be it. "You give more kisses to Leo than you do me." 

"Awee my baby, you're jealous!" 

"And so what! The dog gets a million kisses a day while I'm lucky to get two." He pouted at this which caused a hearty laugh to come out of you. If only his fans could see Charles now. 

"Have I been neglecting you?" 

"Big time." 

"Well, I'm sorry. Will this make it up?" You asked as you placed a kiss first on his forehead, each cheek, his nose, and neck. The feeling and attention made his cheeks heat up and no doubt he was blushing. He was waiting for the grand finale but it never came. 

"You missed a spot." He puckered his lips up to you making another laugh emerge from your throat as you leaned down to kiss it the passionate kiss you knew he was missing. Charles couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he held to back of your head to deepen it even further. 

"Better?" You asked after letting go to come up for air. One look at his blissed out expression you knew the answer. 

"Very much so." 

"Tell me next time when you're feeling jealous of your own dog. I'll kiss it better." 

"I'm still jealous." 

[bokunoheros]

"katsuki...!"

CHARACTER: KATSUKI BAKUGOU GENRE: SMUT, angst if you squint TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (katsuki calls you princess once and it’s in mocking), swearing (obvi), hate/angry sex, reader and katsuki are childhood friends (to enemies) to fuck buddies, y’all’re in your 3rd yr of highschool, drool/spit, impact/quirk play, pussy spanking, mentions of blood,  WORD COUNT: 3.6k SUMMARY: you never seem to have a problem calling katsuki by his first name — except for in the bedroom, and he’s finally had enough of it. 🦊’s A/N: this is a repost bc i didn’t like the way this performed the first time // if you’ve read this before, no you havent

     one thing katsuki bakugou hated about you was the way you refused to call him by anything other than his first name—hell, you wouldn’t even call him kacchan, a name he had learned to barely tolerate without popping a blood vessel. 

     another thing he hated even more about you was the fact that whenever you two finally got over your horrid, god-awful sexual tension that the entire class was sick of, was the way you suddenly refused to call him katsuki. no, whenever he found himself fucking you in the dorms while everyone else is asleep, it was all you could do to whimper “bakugou—”, which pissed katsuki off to no end. the bedroom was the one place where you should be calling him by his first name and yet… you completely and utterly refused to do so! simply for the sole purpose of pissing him off and riling him up. 

     “ba–baku—ahh!” you cry as he shoves your face down into the mattress while giving your ass a hard smack. “christ!” you whine, voice muffled by the plush bedding. 

     “that’s not—m’fuckin’ name, and i think you know that, sweetheart.” his voice is overflowing with frustration and condescension as his hips smack against your ass repeatedly, heavy balls smacking against your throbbing clit.  

     “it— it’s lit–literally your name,” you correct him, arching your back deeper and wiggling your reddening rear. “fuck’s got you—ah!—all worked up, huh, bakugou?”

     he feels his eye twitch at your words, and he lets out a deep, frustrated growl before he’s smacking your ass again, this time with the addition of his quirk popping off once his large and very calloused hand came into contact with your bare, sweaty skin. 

     “fuck! goddammit!” you whine, hands desperately grabbing at his black sheets. “baku–gou!”

     “just—say my name fucking properly, dammit!” he demands, panting heavily as he continues to thrust his awfully girthy cock in and out of your snug little cunt. “you never seem to have a problem with it any other goddamn time!”

     “i— i dunno wh–what the fuck you’re talkin’ about,” you quip back, turning your head to the side in attempt to look back at katsuki — he doesn’t let you, though, as he shoves your face further into the bed, squishing your cheeks in the process, and you try to fight back against his grasp, but he’s just simply too strong for you to stand any real chance. and that pissed you off like nothing else. 

     katsuki could act the way he did because he had the firepower and skills to actually back his words. this always resulted in him absolutely dominating you in the bedroom, naturally. sometimes, you were able to give him a run for his money, but ultimately, he beat you out everytime, sexually bullying you into submission — physical submission, at least. you always had something nasty to spit out at him, regardless of the position he had you in or how meanly he was fucking into you.

     “sure, bitch,” he pants out, landing another cruel quirk-based impact to the tender flesh of your ass, and it’s all you can do to bite the pillow to keep from crying out. 

     “f-fine then, kacchan,” you smirk to yourself, beyond pleased with your answer. “‘s that bet—aa-ow! fuck! ba–bakugou!” you sob as he brings his right hand down hard against your asscheek, his quirk literally popping off as his calloused palm makes contact with your sensitive skin before he stills himself inside of you entirely.

     “alright—you wanna act like a brat? i’ll treat you like one then,” he says, eerily calm all of sudden. that wasn't like him. not at all. 

     oh, you were in trouble for real this time.

     the realization is slow to dawn on you, but once it does, you find your body moving faster than your brain can process, trying to scramble away from your fuck buddy, just for you to freeze at the feeling of him jerking you back by you hair, pulling you onto your knees and your naked back against his equally bare chest. one strong hand snakes down to between your soaked inner thighs and presses the calloused pad of one finger directly against your achy clit as his dick twitches deep inside you.

     “ba–baku—”

     “nuh-uh, say it properly,” he hisses, suddenly bringing that same hand down against your poor cunt.

     “ah! fuck!!” you cry, thrashing in his grip, hands coming up behind you to tangle into his spikyass hair. “you cunt!” you spit at him, tugging harshly at his roots, hard enough to tilt his head back, and this is where katsuki really begins to lose whatever little patience he had left. snatching your slimmer wrists in one large and rough hand, he pins them behind your back before he goes to bite at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

     “i’m the cunt?” he actually laughs in your ear before bringing his free hand down hard against the mound of your pussy, and you whimper like a bitch, squirming desperately in his grasp. “no, i think you’ve got a couple things backwards, honey,” he chides, voice gruff as a shit-eating smirk spreads across his unfairly handsome face. 

     “fuck, i can’t stand you,” you whine out, still struggling against katsuki’s all-too-tight grip. “l-let go, fuckface!” 

     rather than dignifying you with a verbal answer, bakugou simply strikes his palm against your bare cunt again, thick, calloused fingertips landing onto your puffy clit, causing you to hiss and bite your lower lip harshly to keep from squealing the way you knew he wanted you to. 

     “oh, don’t be like that,” he grunts, licking a hot stripe up your neck before sucking and nipping harshly at the skin there, sloppily laving his tongue over a few particularly sensitive spots before biting down cruelly against them. 

     while katsuki was not a sloppy person by any degree, he was stupidly messy when it came to his behaviors in the bedroom — he didn’t care where his spit or drool got, or even yours for that matter, where he came on you, none of it really mattered so long as he washed his sheets prior to sleeping in them. one thing he couldn’t stand was sleeping in a mess the two of you had made….. which was odd, because that’s often what he found himself doing..! absolutely crashing after fucking you almost to the point of going non-verbal before subconsciously cuddling you closer, just for you to be gone in the morning, like you were never there to begin with. 

     truthfully, he would find his heart aching ever so slightly at your absence before he quickly swallowed down whatever feelings that may have tried to well up to the surface before telling himself to get his fuckin’ shit together and going about his day — usually being the first to wake, yes, even before iida, so he could wash his sheets in private without any nosey extras around to ask stupid questions.

     but back to the topic at hand, getting you to moan his goddamn name!!

     “baku–gou!” you whine, hips squirming as your cunt flutters around his thick cock. “jesus christ!” 

     “huh? somethin’ the matter, princess?” he asks in that ever aggressive tone as the hand that had just spanked your now throbbing cunt comes up to meanly pinch one of your stiffened nipples. 

     “fuck—you!” you spit out, arms straining in his heated grasp.

     “that’s—shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight—exactly what ‘m doin’ right now, and you’re still bitchin’!” he hisses, grip on your wrists tightening substantially — so much so, you were sure there would be bruises in the morning. simultaneously, the feleing of his pelvis smacking against your sore ass as he began to pick up the speed at which he was fucking you had you groaning in pleasure.

     “god–dammit! bakugou!” 

     katsuki could not, for the life of him, understand why it was that you absolutely refused to call him by his first name in bed but in every other aspect of your lives! ever since you two were children, you always called him by his first name — never bakugou, never kacchan, always katsuki, or maybe some other variation of his name like katsu or tsuki if you really wanted to mess with him — so when you two Finally hooked up for the first time at the beginning of your third year of highschool, he definitely noticed when you called him by his surname for the first time since???? he can ever fucking remember. 

     what katsuki didn’t know, however, was that it was just far too intimate for you to call him by his first name as he fucks into you like there’s no tomorrow — for you had maybe have had a small crush on him when you two were in elementary school still, and then you had a massive falling out in middle school due to his, erm, prideful, arrogant, stick-your-nose-up, i’m-so-much-better-than-you attitude and god awful anger issues. 

     and then, once your first year of highschool rolled around, you were horrified to discover that you two would be in the same class together. …if only you could have predicted developing another stupid crush on bakugou, you never would have gone to u.a. — you should have just gone to shiketsu like your gut originally told you to. 

     because now here you were, being absolutely fucking railed during your senior year of highschool by somebody you’ve known most your life who you currently found yourself obsessing over in the worst possible ways. you found that your mind was always wandering to him when it wasn’t preoccupied with something else, and even when it was, it still found someway to link it back to katsuki fucking bakugou! how terrible it is to be in a love-hate relationship with someone you wish could love you back—instead, you were sure katsuki held only hatred and anger towards you, the same way he did with izuku back in their first year and all of middle school. but, ….so much. has happened since then, so surely, maybe, he might feel something for you too? 

     he did, in fact, feel so, so much for you, that he physically could not bear the weight of his emotions—the only way he seemed able to relieve any of them was when he was drilling into you like he fucking hated your guts, and even then, they only intensified and chipped ever so slowly away at his hardened heart that was secretly tender on the very inside because of how you denied him any real intimacy.

     “just say my fucking name, goddammit,” he growls, pulling out of you entirely and releasing your arms for but a moment to flip you around and onto the mattress so that you were laying on your back before grabbing the backs of your knees and simply folding you in half as he looks down between your bodies, lining his thick, throbbing dick up with your drooling slit and bottoming out in one go.

     the sudden change in, well, everything, leaves you disoriented, and just as you go to whine and bitch yet again, katsuki impulsively cuts you off with a kiss, breaking the one rule that he had set up before this whole arrangement began!! 

     “mmmh!” you squeal as the tip of his cock hits your cervix, but your noises are muffled by the way katsuki kisses you — hungrily, like you were a meal he didn’t know he had been craving for years, and he was finally getting to have to it for the first time. 

     in truth…. this was actually bakugou’s first kiss — he could never have been bothered with dating or showing any sort of romantic interest in anyone when that would just get in the way of his goal to become the number one pro hero, and yet…. here he found himself, hopelessly in love with you when he wasn’t even consciously aware of it, kissing you with a startling amount of passion and tongue and teeth. not that he didn’t know how to kiss, per se, he had seen plenty of fuckass movies that featured kissing, and he has to be the best at everything, of course, so it didn’t take him very long to figure out what he was doing. 

     with your legs thrown over his shoulders and spread apart, he was almost laying on you as he fucked into you fluidly, hips snapping back and forth, and it isn’t long before you find your arms wrapping around his neck and reluctantly kissing him back. you had to admit, the feeling of his plump lips felt nice against yours, and you had dreamt about kissing him for so long..! 

     nipping at your lower lip, katsuki’s tongue darts out to lick its way past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth, licking around the insides of your cheeks and over the grooves of your teeth. it’s aggressive and rough and brimming over with passion — everything you had imagined your first kiss with him to be and more. 

     “mmh, katsuki,” you mindlessly hum against his lips, too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of katsuki fucking bakugou initiating a kiss with you!, to realize just how intimate your current predicament was.

     katsuki, however, pauses in all that he was doing as his eyes fly wide open. 

     “what the fuck did you just say?” he asks, voice uncharacteristically quiet, as if he were scared the scene he found himself in would shatter before his very eyes—as if he could break it all, somehow. he was awfully good at breaking things, after all.

     “huh?” you yourself weren’t even aware of what you had said until a few moments later when it actually dawns on you. “oh. my god,” is all you’re able to say as your mind quickly begins reeling with too many overlapping thoughts for any of them to be coherent. 

     without saying anything else, bakugou resumes the way in which he was thrusting into you, kissing you feverishly once more. had he known that a little kiss was all it took for you to call out his name while he fucks you into next tuesday was all it took, then he would’ve kissed you the moment you two began hooking up.

     “b–baku—gou! slow down!” your request is swallowed whole by katsuki’s hot mouth as his tongue slips back into yours, teasingly swirling around your own wet muscle before he begins to suck on it, making you whimper and whine at the combined feeling of his dick pounding into you and this… tongue torture! (it wasn’t, actually—it felt a little too good if you were being honest; so good you were struggling to think.)

     “god–dammit!” he hisses when you call him by his surname again. nipping at the tip of your tongue so hard you swear you can taste blood, he brings one hand down in between your legs to aggressively rub at your pulsing clit. why? why can’t you just say my fucking name! he thinks angrily as he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. 

     “mmh—aa–aah! mmfhgh—” it’s all you’re able to do to moan as your mind melts away while katsuki applies a little too much pressure to your poor little bundle of nerves. “shit–!” despite the firmness of the circles he was rubbing against the bud, it still felt so good—so good that your back arched deeply off his memory foam mattress and you were unable to contain the string of soft moans that left your throat at the sensation. 

     pulling away from the kiss, breathless and a little drooly, bakugou’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks harshly, causing your lips to part.

     “stick out your tongue,” he says gruffly, and for once, you actually listen to him, which comes off as a bit of shock to the man currently on top of you, but he easily plays it off, before taking aim and spitting in your fucking mouth — directly on your already slick muscle!

     “fuck—” he rasps out, watching your tongue retract back into your mouth as you wordlessly swallow his saliva while looking up at him with half-lidded, hazy eyes. as a result, he was physically unable to help the way his calloused fingers moved to pinch at your sensitive clit or the way his mouth quickly reattached to your neck to begin biting and sucking at the skin there all over again. 

     “ka–katsuki—!” you whine as he bites a little too hard, and suddenly you feel something warm sliding down the length of your neck. had he drawn blood? no… surely not…… 

     his hips react on their own at your pitiful cry of his name, and he groans against the column of your throat, teeth now poised over your jugular before he bites down again — much gentler in comparison this time, but still hard enough to elicit a squeal from you. 

     your hands fly up to grip at his hair, burying themselves in his roots and giving a firm tug.

     “say it again,” he growls, pulling off your bruised skin with a wet pop! so he could meet your lustful gaze. ….god, his eyes looked so vulnerable right now; so glassy, with burning red irises and a glassy reflection, you can’t help but comply with his demand. you had never seen him like this before, so raw, dripping with (sweat and) passion as he hovers over you, narrowed eyes boring into yours. 

     “ka–katsu–! –ki!” you cry out when he begins rubbing circles into your clit again after giving it another rough pinch. “fuck! katsuki!”

     “that’s right–!” he grunts out, hips snapping against your as his cock throbs inside you. he’s getting closer to an impending orgasm and he needs you to cum first — it just went with his personality of “having to be the best at everything.” so, by extension, this included sex and his partner’s pleasure. mostly because the first time you two fucked, you absolutely did not get off, which you made very apparent to katsuki, who took it Personally (especially since you had called him useless for not being able to make you cum), and made it his mission to give you at least two different orgasms the next time you slept together—something he was rather successful in.

     now, he had half a mind to fuck you until your creamy little pussy was raw and he couldn’t cum anymore, just so you wouldn’t have a chance of forgetting tonight—the first time you called him by his first name in bed (which would ultimately end up being a monumental stepping stone in your future relationship development).

     pulling him in for another kiss, you whine incessantly as you roll your hips up, cunt fluttering around him as an uncomfortable knot begins forming in your tummy, and you can’t help but squirm beneath him. 

     unfortunately for you and your diminishing bratty resolve, it wasn’t much longer before you were cumming with a cry of katsuki’s name, his first name, as your back arches, pressing your chest flush against his, as one large and calloused hands of his comes to press against the small of your back, holding you in place as you cream all around his achy cock, and before he knows it, he’s cumming too, just barely managing to pull out of you as hot, sticky cum lands on your lower stomach and you groan at the nasty feeling. 

     “jesus—i don’t understand why you can’t just wear a condom,” you complain, panting heavily, unwrapping your arms from around his neck.

     katsuki only rolls his eyes at your complaint before telling you “it’s because he doesn’t like the feeling” of it, when in reality, it was so he could be that much closer to you… whether he would even admit it to himself or not. 

     with a heavy sigh and tired legs, you get up and out of his bed and make your way to his bathroom to clean yourself up before picking your clothes off his dorm room floor and getting dressed and leaving without a word, only sparing katsuki a parting glance as he recollects himself on his bed. 

     he doesn’t understand why his heart feels so goddamn heavy as he watches you leave soundlessly, and it feels like it takes him a million and one years to fall asleep, because whenever he opens his eyes, it had gone from 2am to 5am, and he bitches out a groan before getting up to do his fucking laundry before anyone else decided to get up. as he does, though, he can’t help but think about you….. why? what was it about you that caught his attention? why couldn’t he just ignore these feelings? jesus fucking christ, he needs professional help. 

     and so, katsuki spends the time it takes to wash his sheets thinking of you, much to his chagrin, but… he just could not get you out of his mind, for better or for worse. fuck. maybe he would have to call off this whole ordeal. maybe that would fix him? ….fuck, his head hurts. stop thinking so much, idiot, it’s too early to get caught up in your feelings, he mentally berates himself, even though for him, it was always too early to get caught up in his feelings. whatever.

      after pulling his sheets from the dryer, he silently walks back to his room, passing yours in the process, where he stops and stares for a very brief moment, almost, almost contemplating knocking before he quickly carries on back to his dorm where he makes his bed in record time before going the fuck back to sleep. ….where he still thought about you. god save him.

K. BAKUGOU M.LIST

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Captain Marvel Compilations

I think when it comes to press, Marvel would be a clip farm, or at least have a bunch of compilation videos about him.

Captain Marvel dropping lore bombs pt.1

Marvel: “I’m not saying the Christian God isn’t real. Me and Jesus are tight! I’ve had to help the big man upstairs wrangle souls back to heaven for God’s sake!”

*cut*

Marvel: *lounging on one of the couches in the watchtower, talking to Flash* “You know I helped build the Tower of Babel, right? Like no joke we finished, and I was talking to one of my champion buddies, and I was like ‘hey, wanna get food after this?’ And she responded to me in a language I don’t even think exists anymore.”

8 minutes and 47 seconds of the Big Red Cheese tweaking out

Marvel: *Speechless, trying to find words, at a villain* “You- You- You do realize I can give you a lobotomy and literally no one here will try to stop me, right? Like- *Points to the middle of his own forehead.* “-you do realize I can shove my finger through your skull, scrape away at your frontal lobe, and make sure you survive… right?”

*cut*

Marvel: *Smiling* “Like that’s the thing with Black Adam, on one hand I want to bash his skull in with an aluminum baseball bat and watch it explode like a fucking egg getting smashed on pavement, excuse my language, but on the other hand his reactions to half the things I say are hilarious.”

6 minutes and 39 seconds of Captain Marvel reacting to women

Marvel: *Saves some lady from a burning building. Lady tries to kiss him and he dodges the kiss. He slightly cocks his head to the side and looks her up and down with a blank, yet somehow at the same time, disgusted expression before flying off.*

*cut*

Marvel: *Gets flashed by college student. He grabs the fabric between two fingers as if he was handling trash and pulls it back down before flying off.*

When one of the JL members showed him the compilations, he was horrified, especially at the tweaking out video.